Revenge - Part 7

Thomson could hear Emi sobbing from inside her chair and the soft humming of machines from Renswick.
"Renswick you bastard," he growled, "How on earth are you alive? I killed you. And then you were turned into the Human-Reaper and then a Reaper killed you. You can't still be living."
The ex-Cerberus agent grinned, revealing teeth with little red lights and black wires running across them, "Well, you see, I can. Cerberus was sold some technology from a criminal organisation who specialise in biology research. It's what made the transfer between human and Human-Reaper possible. But it was not a complete transformation. Cerberus healed me before I died and let me control the Reaper body without actually being inside it. It was like a remote control inside my brain. You destroyed my improved body, but my human body still survived. And then I came back for revenge."
"And what about all the wires on your face?" Thomson asked, "Are they from the experiment too?"
"What wires?" Renswick questioned. He started probing his face with his hands and felt the metal that made up the machinery on his face, "Oh... Indoctrination. I'll kill Revenge when I see him next. Anyway, back to my point. To be prepared for the process, my mind had to be linked to the Reaper network. And I had to have Element Zero implants so the electrical impulses to my brain could be harvested for the remote-control body. This gave me extremely powerful biotic powers, and the ability to connect to the network remained when you killed me for the second time. But I can promise you this, Thomson. I will not rest until you are killed."
"And I will not rest until you are put down for the final time, bitch," Thomson hissed.
Emi was struggling against her bonds of energy, grunting slightly every few moments with the effort. Thomson dislodged the mass effect fields and the blue energy dissipated into the air. Emi moved her hands back on to her lap and rubbed her wrist, "... Bosh'tet," he heard her say to Renswick, "... You're a monster... You always will be... I don't like you... I never trusted you..."
"Shut up," said Renswick, turning his head to smirk at her.
By the time he had turned back around, Thomson had moved to the side of him and used a blast of pure biotic energy to propel Renswick across the small room. His back hit the wall and the brickwork crumbled, sending both him and the remainders of the powerful mass effect field shooting out of the network of laboratories.
Renswick landed face-down in the sand. Thomson stepped out into the sunlight of Tuchanka as his enemy stood up again. They were at such close range that it left their biotics practically useless, so they engaged each other with their knives.
Thomson sliced his knife and opened up a crevice down Renswick's cheek, severing leads of several wires. Renswick, in response, sliced at Thomson's chest and made a long cut across his armour, but failed to draw blood.
As Renswick slashed again, Thomson grabbed him by the wrist and pushed him backwards up on to a large black rock just to put some distance between them. He then launched a biotic warp, but it was blocked.
Renswick slashed at Thomson's stomach, making a holster containing a M-3 Predator land on the ground. Thomson hissed as the sharp tip cut into his stomach a little.
Thomson thrust forwards with his knife. Renswick sidestepped out of the way and used the now relatively large distance between them to knock Thomson back with a shockwave.
"You can't beat me," said Renswick, "I have grown stronger than you."
"... D... Don't move!" Emi shouted from behind them. Thomson and Renswick turned their heads to see Emi holding the M-3 Predator at the ex-Cerberus agent.
"Emi..." said Thomson, "You're holding it the wrong way... Don't shoot, whatever you do..."
She looked down to see the muzzle of the pistol pointing at her chest. "... Oh." she said, and was in the process of turning it around when Renswick made the pistol fly from her grip with the wave of a hand. She started chasing after it, whilst Thomson kicked Renswick in the groin, stood up, punched him in the face and then kicked him in the stomach.
Renswick fell back against the black rock with a bloody nose. "Bastard!" he hissed.
"Hey," said Thomson with a smile, "You can't say you didn't deserve that."
They both sent shockwaves at each other at the same time, cancelling them both out. As Renswick stood up again, Thomson climbed on to the top of the black rock to give him a height advantage.
The black rock began to rumble.
"Time to meet my partner in crime," grinned Renswick.
It wasn't a rock. It was a Reaper.

Revenge climbed out of his hiding place in the ground. Immediately, a round from a sniper rifle ricocheted off his kinetic shields.
He opened up the energy weapon that he concealed within his shell, and let loose a red beam in the direction where the sniper bullet had come from.
Its sensors were picking up life signs on the top of its head. One was Vengeance who was up to 97% indoctrination, and the other was one of the team who was trying to kill him. They would probably kill each other, so it would be down to it to kill the two who were currently trying to shoot at him.

Emi gasped as the Reaper climbed out of the sand. Thomson and Renswick had disappeared and were currently standing on top of the giant black machine.
As its legs climbed out, she was lifted up too. She yelped and held on to the small platform she was stood on by flattening herself against its leg and draping her hands over the side.

Thomson was momentarily set back by the Reaper standing up. He was knocked off balance and nearly fell off the edge to his death, but managed to regain his footing against the metal and push off, turning it into a lunge with his knife.
Renswick grasped the handle of his knife and twisted it out of his grip, then stabbed with his own. Thomson roared in pain as it embedded itself in the muscle of his left arm. He staggered back, hands instinctively putting pressure around the blade.
He didn't take it out. It wasn't life threatening and was currently plugging a large hole. Only a slight trickle of blood was coming out from his armour instead of a large gush. It became less of a stabbing pain and instead changed into a dull, but equally noticeable, throbbing.
Thomson took a step forward so he was in range of Renswick and threw a punch at the side of his head. Renswick's head twisted to the side and his hand grabbed the hilt of the knife sticking out of Thomson's arm and twisted.
Thomson hissed but didn't stop. With his right hand he blasted Renswick with a pure wave of biotic energy, throwing him off the top of the Reaper's head and towards the sand below.
Because of his now useless left arm, he couldn't lower himself down off the top of the Reaper.
"... Thomson!" Emi shouted. Thomson looked down and saw her laying down on one of the Reaper's legs. She was looking extremely unstable and she was shaking.
"Emi! I'm coming!" he shouted in response. It wasn't that far down to the leg of the Reaper. He might be able to manage it...
Thomson jumped off the top of the Reaper. He pushed his only working hand down and a mass effect field came into existence around him. He used it to slow his fall, though because he was only using one hand, the effect was somewhat lopsided so it didn't do what he intended. But it did manage to slow him down, a little.
He landed heavily on the leg of the Reaper. He grunted in pain as the knife in his shoulder was knocked by the vibrations of his impact.
"Emi..." he said, "Are you ok?"
She nodded, "... Keelah... What happened? ... Are you ok? ... Do you need help?"
Thomson shook his head, "I'll be fine... Probably need some medigel but I don't have any..."
A missile struck the Reaper in the glowing orb that formed its weapon. Fired from Srateris, no doubt. The Reaper staggered back, moving its legs as it did so. The sudden shift in balance sent Emi catapulting over the top of him and over the edge of its leg.
Thomson moved the fastest he had ever done in his life. He dived to the edge, grasping her wrist with both hands and supporting her weight himself.
The knife slipped out of the wound and it began leaking dark crimson blood. Because of his injury, he couldn't keep hold of her. His grip started faltering as his right arm had to over compensate for his useless left.
He'd have to let go. If he didn't she'd drag him down with her. The grip his feet had on the metal surface was far from good.
"... Please don't let go..." she begged, "I love you..."
"I love you too," said Thomson, "But... Do you trust me?"
She nodded, "... With all my heart."
"I promise I'll catch you," he said, then let go just as he was about to fall with her.
She screamed as she began falling towards the ground. He jumped after her, folding his body to make it more aerodynamic, and pushing himself faster using a biotic field.
As he drew near her, he grasped her by the shoulder and held her close to him in a quick embrace.
He pushed downwards with his right hand, slowing their descent and sending him flipping beneath her as they hit the ground.
Emi cried. Relief flooded through her as she rolled off Thomson and hit the sand. She definitely didn't like heights. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest and she just felt like curling up into a ball and letting Thomson wrap his arms around her.
"... Thomson?" she said, noticing that her boyfriend wasn't making any sound whatsoever.
He was still breathing, which was a good sign. Blood soaked his left arm, but it didn't look to be life threatening... He was unconscious. The fall had knocked him out.
There was a loud bang from beside her and then the next thing she knew, she was thrown off her feet and was looking into the red sky of Tuchanka.
It was Thomson's shield generator that saved her life from the pistol shot from Renswick.
She scrambled to Thomson and grabbed a pistol from his belt, and held it in shaking hands at the ex-Cerberus officer.
Renswick laughed and fired another shot, taking the pistol from her grip with a well-placed round. She screamed quickly and went to collect the fallen gun. But she was too slow.
 He dived on her and pushed his pistol against the glass of her helmet.
"I can't wait to see his reaction when he wakes up and sees you dead," grinned Renswick. He tilted the gun and fired, shooting her in the thigh.
"Keelah!" she screamed as the bullet went straight through her leg and into the sand beneath her, making a fist-sized hole in both her environment suit and her skin. She cried in pain and put both hands on the hole, trying to stop diseases as much as she was the bleeding.
She gritted her teeth inside her helmet and began repeating "Bosh'tet" over and over again, whispering more than shouting.
Emi looked down into the barrel of the powerful pistol as Renswick aimed at her again.
"... Please..." she begged, keeping both hands on her rapidly bleeding wound, "... Renswick please..."
"What is it you Quarians say?" Renswick smirked, "You will live among your ancestors?"
She closed her eyes.
There was a loud gunshot.