Jedireaper
PSN ID > DarkJedireaper
Rek sighed and turned to try and get back to the hanger already ((...feeling that his logic sounded extremely flawed. Jedireaper knew that he had Rek doing it to acommadate Jacob, and Jacobs posts, to try and start a fight between the two, but honestly Rek had no problem with what Jacob was doing. It would save the world. Rek would be fool to continue to try an oppose it. The plot slipped through Jedireapers fingers rapidly and he was well aware of how out of place Rek felt. Then Jedireaper realised that to get a fight started between Jacob and Rek he would have to have Rek under the control of the Keeper. He also knew that Rek knew...)) that the timer on the explosives was about five minutes from detonation. "Good luck Jacob." Rek felt sick, sick of ((...opposing something he should be backing, as in...)) everything. He began walking away and slung his assault rifle onto his shoulders. The rain came across the Norads hull in sheets that blew back onto Rek's dented, scraped, and soaking armour. He offered a mock salute, "See-ya, Jacco!" and walked to the edge off the hull where it began to slant. A gun-ship hovered closer and a beam soaked through the storm, illuminating Jacob and Ben and the rain that was splashing on the invisible hull of the Normandy. Outlining it.
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In the Engineering room of the Norad, the Keeper roared out and soon found its way into the stairwell after destroying the door and infecting every remaining engineer and soldier.