Getting out of Purgatory was much easier when one was in possession of a tactical cloak and a weapon of some sort, but those were things that Velorix would have to do without for now. Right now all he had was his cybernetic eye and whatever he was wearing, which didn't seem too important compared to the dozens-- if not hundreds-- of armed guards looking to shoot him in the face. It really couldn't get any uglier at this point, but bullets had a tendency to kill people. Velorix couldn't have that happening, could he? No, Sir. Alarms screeched throughout the entire facility and there was a voice on the loudspeakers, barking orders sounding both angry and panicked while guards rushed to all the wrong sectors. To be fair, if the infiltrator ran a prison and heard that an ex-Spectre was escaping, he'd be pretty worried too. Especially if said ex-Spectre was a friend of both Owyn Skipper and Roderick Faust.
The turian skidded to a halt and growled in frustration as he came to a fork in the hall and didn't know where to go. didn't they have a guest directory for tourists? A little "you are here" blip in case, I don't know, someone wanted to escape and didn't know the way out? "Left or right... left... or right..." Velorix glanced back and forth between the directions and decided he didn't have the time to stand and debate... so he picked randomly and went left.
Of course, this led him to round a corner and nearly tackle a lone Purgatory guard, who yelped in surprise and tried to raise his assault rifle. "Oh, no you don't!" Velorix sidestepped just in time and one round merely grazed his adomen as the spooked human let the rounds fly. Now, the turian was no good at hand-to-hand combat, but in a moment of desperation he had a "What sould Skipper do?" moment and grabbed a fistful of the guard's hair, pulling down just as he brought a knee upward. Velorix cringed as he heard a crunching sound (a nose being broken, probably) and let go as the unconsious body tumbled to the ground.
...Well. That went better than expected.
With a sore knee and a sense of urgency he continued on, making note to avoid every guard in this whole facility. There would be no more moments of Skipper-ness other than that, to be sure. The alarm was beginning to give him a headache and after a couple more hallway intersections, he was beginning to tire. Nonstop sprinting through Purgatory with men who wanted to kill you helped with that. Velorix ducked into a side hall while attempting to take a detour around some guards and saw a figure farther ahead. Not wearing guard armor, though. Curious but still paranoid, he tried to be as stealthy as possible while sneaking up to the man, maybe catch him by--
It was Velorix who was truly surprised, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. "...Faust?"
"'fraid so, lad." sighed the Admiral as he spun his Phalanx on his finger, scratching his temple irritably. He took a long drag from a cigarette. "I should've been able to guess you'd try to get out, maybe I'd just had too much faith that you'd be able to sit back and let things be as they are." the Admiral sighed, a sort of sadness in his eyes as he took aim at his friend's head. Friend or no, to him Velorix was a threat to Galactic peace and he'd shoot him without a second thought. Or maybe the Admiral just wanted to be persuaded otherwise...
The Turian's relief was short-lived as he found himself at the barrel of Faust's gun, and a look of hurt and betrayal shone in his one yellow eye. After all this...? He wanted to push the Phalanx away, to have things go back to the way they were, but Velorix dared not move a muscle. One wrong move and he wouldn't live for much longer. It was time for the negotiations to start, slow and steady...
"Roderick, you know you don't want to do this, that it isn't right. All that stuff the Council is saying... Owyn taking the blame, Duncan a hero-- a Spectre, can you believe it?-- and me being stuck in Purgatory... do you really believe it?" Velorix paused and took a deep breath, looking into Faust's eyes, trying to read the man's expression. "No. You don't. You know it's not true, and that Skipper was framed, and that Duncan is far from the savior everyone claims... so please. Help me get out of here so we can make things right."
Faust sighed and his stance relaxed. He stroked his moustache momentarily, before releasing a resigned grunt and perking up as he heard routine footsteps come marching from behind Velorix. Men were coming, but they weren't here yet. Faust jolted into action. "The shuttle bay is through that door. I hope you know what you're doing." Faust opened the door on a nearby terminal. "Move it, Velorix." he spoke in his typical English way, albeit a bit more urgently. "Oh, and give this back to Owyn, will you?" spoke the Admiral, throwing a sheathed and used kukri knife to Velorix, which the turian handidly caught. "He left it behind on Antirumgon. I think he misses it."
The former turian Spectre let out a loud sigh in relief when Faust lowered his gun, then went right back to being tense, hearing the footsteps. They didn't have much time. "Don't worry, I'll set things right again," he said, and gave his friend a pat on the arm before turning and running down the hall, into the shuttle bay. The closes one was only several meters away and a few long strides led him inside the small craft as he immediately got to work, his infiltrator skills coming into handy for the first time in the past year or so. In just a few minutes he had coordinates ready and the shuttle prepped for launch, a grim yet determined expression on his turian features. "Let's get this party started."
Meanwhile, back in the room stood a resigned Faust. He took a glance at his foot before sighing. "Velorix, you'd best appreciate this." a shot resounded, and Faust shot himself in the foot and fell to the floor. Soon, two of his men entered the room and saw him. They rushed to his aid. "Admiral! What happened?!"
"That crafty turian! Tricked me he did! I was powerless! Shot me right in the foot!" the two men picked him up and began to drag him to the infirmary. "Don't worry, sir! The automatic defenses will take care of his shuttle!" Faust's brow raised, and he quickly wrestled from his men's grasp, faking a fall "Oh, the pain!" and landing face first with a rather audible 'derk!' on the button that disabled the defenses and breaking it at that. As he was helped back up, Faust spoke again. "Let him go! Get me to the infirmary, I'll give chase personally!"
If Velorix knew what his friend had just did, it would have earned the man a brofist of epic proportions. Instead he focused on getting off of Purgatory and not get blown up in the process, 'cause he of all people knew that explosions were very bad for his health. The shuttle took off and flew through space, away from the dreaded prison, while he quickly worked to patch a message to the Amazon crew.
"This is Velorix Arkasus, former Spectre... I'm coming home."