From the Ashes of the Phoenix, Part V


 * Corridor Epsilon - Level 1


 * A wide corridor with wood-paneled concrete walls that appear to have survived the apocalyptic destruction of Washington, D.C., intact. Pale green auxiliary lamps offer sickly illumination of the hallway.

Yama arrives from Corridor Delta - Level 1.

Yama has arrived.

Cubana steps into the room and to the left of the doorway.

Melchior arrives from Corridor Delta - Level 1.

Melchior has arrived.

LeBeau arrives from Corridor Delta - Level 1.

LeBeau has arrived.

Yama walks into the room, magnum leveled firmly in front.

Messer arrives from Corridor Delta - Level 1.

Messer has arrived.

Cubana is crouched to the left of the doorway, rifle scanning the room.

Denick checks the ceiling.

Snowmist keeps to the back and off to the side, remembering how effective the energy weapons had been last time, but willing to provide a distraction if

Deering arrives from Corridor Delta - Level 1.

Deering has arrived.

Slaan checks the right side, up, down, and forward.

Messer peers about, flattening against the wall.

Cubana heads forward, "1..2....3"

Cubana heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Cubana has left.

Yama heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Yama has left.

Deering heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Deering has left.

Snowmist heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Snowmist has left.

Melchior heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Melchior has left.

Denick heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Denick has left.

Namura heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Namura has left.

Slaan heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Slaan has left.

Teel heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Teel has left.

Messer heads into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Messer has left.

You head into Corridor Gamma - Level 1.


 * Corridor Gamma - Level 1


 * A wide corridor with wood-paneled concrete walls that appear to have survived the apocalyptic destruction of Washington, D.C., intact. Pale green auxiliary lamps offer sickly illumination of the hallway.

Cubana heads to the corridor with a deep breath, "2 more rooms. 1......2.....3."

Cubana heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Cubana has left.

Melchior heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Melchior has left.

Yama heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Yama has left.

Denick heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Denick has left.

Slaan heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Slaan has left.

Messer heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Messer has left.

Deering heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Deering has left.

Snowmist heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Snowmist has left.

Namura heads into Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Namura has left.

LeBeau arrives from Corridor Epsilon - Level 1.

LeBeau has arrived.

You head into Corridor Beta - Level 1.


 * Corridor Beta - Level 1


 * A wide corridor with wood-paneled concrete walls that appear to have survived the apocalyptic destruction of Washington, D.C., intact. Pale green auxiliary lamps offer sickly illumination of the hallway.

Slaan nods quietly, continuing the mental labor of keeping alert.

Snowmist mutters, "Famous last words."

Denick says quitely, "Ma'am, when we get to that thing, and its down, let me take care of it." He hefts the slugthrower.

Teel arrives from Corridor Gamma - Level 1.

Teel has arrived.

Cubana rises from her crouch, eyes moving to deering for confirmation.

Cubana says, "If we do Lt..if.."

Cubana steps towards the door, "1....2....3.."

Yama says, "If it hasn't planned to sneak up on us again."

Cubana heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Cubana has left.

Melchior heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Melchior has left.

Denick peers into the next cooridor.

Messer heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Messer has left.

Slaan heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Slaan has left.

Yama heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Yama has left.

Denick heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Denick has left.

Snowmist heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Snowmist has left.

Namura heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Namura has left.

Deering takes a deep breath and lets it out, watching the doorway ahead for a little bit before turning to look at Cubana, and heads off with her.

Deering heads into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Deering has left.

You head into Corridor Alpha - Level 1.


 * Corridor Alpha - Level 1


 * A wide corridor with wood-paneled concrete walls that appear to have survived the apocalyptic destruction of Washington, D.C., intact. Pale green auxiliary lamps offer sickly illumination of the hallway.

Cubana steps in and to the left, ducking by the doorway, "Alright...people on the rear cover us as we cross...that lizards dead."

Melchior says, "Let's make sure it is dead then take it home for study"

Teel arrives from Corridor Beta - Level 1.

Teel has arrived.

Messer frowns. "Great," he mumbles.

LeBeau arrives from Corridor Beta - Level 1.

LeBeau has arrived.

Yama says, "Heh. No. Avocet would have our heads."

Cubana turns to Melchior, "no!"

Snowmist snorts. "You wanna lug that thing around?"

Melchior says, "Kidding!"

Melchior grins

Slaan snarls at Melchior.

Denick creeps up to the lizard, and points the slugthrower about half an inch from one of its eyes.

Yama circles around the lizard, hugging the wall as he moves around it.

Yama says, "Moron."

Cubana seems to be loosing her cool a bit, "No..look. Lets get out of these corridors alright.." she says heading to the door, "Ready?" she asks.

Melchior says, "Let's hurry up"

Namura holds his pistol and says.."Don't kid about something that injured you."

Deering keeps watch of the lizzard, keeping up with Cubana.

Cubana says, "1...2...3."

Cubana heads into Metro Terminal .

Cubana has left.

Messer heads into Metro Terminal .

Messer has left.

Yama heads into Metro Terminal .

Yama has left.

Namura heads into Metro Terminal .

Namura has left.

Denick squeezes the trigger.

Deering heads into Metro Terminal .

Deering has left.

Melchior heads into Metro Terminal .

Melchior has left.

Snowmist heads into Metro Terminal .

Snowmist has left.

Teel quietly tiptoes around the thing.

Slaan heads into Metro Terminal .

Slaan has left.

The bullet ricochets and nearly hits Teel

Teel heads into Metro Terminal .

Teel has left.

Denick curses...

LeBeau heads into Metro Terminal .

LeBeau has left.

You head into Metro Terminal .


 * Metro Terminal 


 * A long platform strewn with debris and skeletal remains. A rockfall composed of concrete chunks leads down into the Metro tunnel. A broken escalator leads up.

Namura says, "The hell?"

Snowmist says, "Wonderful.""

Cubana heads down the escalator and takes a position jsut to the forward left, she calls over the comm, "Cover your heads!"

Poe arrives from Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Poe has arrived.

Snowmist ducks and covers.

Messer raises an arm to shield himself, crying out, "AARGH!"

Namura takes cover

Slaan looks around carefully at the sound of the blasts, lifting a hand to protect himself from falling bits.

Melchior says, "That was the ship...."

Teel rushes out, ducking for cover.

Cubana turns, to look at Melchior as he speaks.

Deering ducks as the explosions go off and the concrete falls about them.

Cubana keeps her weapon pointed forward, "Alright..focus guys, focus. Legions still out there."

Denick arrives from Corridor Alpha - Level 1.

Denick has arrived.

Namura says in a frightened deadpan..."...what?.."

Slaan hardly twitches a muscle that he doesn't need twitched.

Denick comes slowly down the escalator, trying to carry Allens body...

Cubana is at he position to th forward left scanning the area for signs of targets, "Keep calm, we don't konw what that explosion was and we've got more immediate problems."

Yama sticks the magnum deep in his pouches, sealing it tight before entering the water.

Cubana looks back at Denick, "Private Slaan, switch duties with Lt. Denick."

Denick gasps, "Slaan, give me a hand here."

Slaan follows Cubana's orders, moving over and easily shouldering the corpse, as if it were a sack of potatoes.

Denick says, "That thing had eyes made out of steel I swear..."

Cubana stands from the crouch, "We have to keep moving guys...let's go, Lt Deering let's go..." she says as she begins stepping forward.

Deering slings her rifle over her shoulder and looks at the water, saying, "It did."

Namura places his equipment on his head and slides in the water slowly, being careful not to puncture his suit.

Slaan adjusts the carcass once on his massive shoulder, making sure he can still fire if need be.

Denick says, "The slugs just bounced right off.."

Yama says, "As long as it's in the past tense, I don't really care. Are we going?"

Cubana says, "Lt, get yourself under control, we gotta move, lets go."

Denick holds his rifle above his head, and starts wading.

Deering dives into the water to swim, the water still over her head.

Cubana prepares to bring the rifle over her head, "1..2...3."

Cubana heads into Metro Tunnel .

Cubana has left.

Slaan has to sling his rifle over his back to get down.

Melchior gets in as well

Deering heads into Metro Tunnel .

Deering has left.

Slaan heads into Metro Tunnel .

Slaan has left.

Messer trots for the tunnel, jumping into the water.

Namura heads into Metro Tunnel .

Namura has left.

Teel takes a deep breath, and heads down.

Messer heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Messer has left.

Denick heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has left.

Teel heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Teel has left.

Jones lowers herself carefully into the water, jaw tight.

Snowmist shudders. "Least my fur's not getting wet..."

Snowmist heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Snowmist has left.

Poe looks to Jones. "Would you like some help?"

Melchior heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Jones says, "In a moment..."

You head into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * The water is at chest level on an average human - or about five feet deep - in this tunnel segment. Huge slabs in the ceiling appear to have buckled and seem balanced precariously on a web of pipes and conduits, with water from the river above spilling in like some kind of bizarre waterfall sculpture. The mass transit tunnel continues to the southwest, but becomes totally submerged underwater. A pile of concrete rubble leads up to the west.

Poe arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has arrived.

LeBeau arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

LeBeau has arrived.

Cubana comes down into the area and warns, "Currents against us, if your not great swmmers stick by someoen who is."

Yama arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Yama has arrived.

Deering touches ground and unslings her rifle once more, and wades hard against the water.

Cubana begins moving through the water s lowly rifle above her head.

Slaan adjusts the corpse again and begins wading...

Jones splutters, water in the mouth and face. "Poe? The camera?"

Yama retrieves the magnum from it's pouch, and wades out of the tunnel.

Poe grabs ahold of Jones's carmera, and then her.

Messer wades along, pulling himself along the wall.

LeBeau unstraps his shoulder holster and wraps his around his rifle holding them above his head and he slides into the water and begins the walk back to the ship

Teel struggles with the current, her gunhand above her head.

Denick manages to get to the wall, and follows messers example...

The Ratkiller beats awat a few floating rats with the butt of her cun as she wades.

Cubana reaches the other end, the water now by her waist as she brings the gun down to her waist, "Someone get Ms. Jones."

Snowmist has reconnected.

Poe has Ms. Jones.

Melchior falls back and helps Teel go against the current, supporting her

Snowmist has partially disconnected.

Namura heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Namura arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has arrived.

Cubana repains standing where she is, eyes ont he others making sure they all get across safely.

Denick finally pulls himself across.

Slaan crosses relatively easily, despite the couple hundred pound burden.

Deering keeps watch of the front as she stops for Cubana and the others.

Jones takes the help Poe is able to give. A bit difficult since he is now burdened with the camera too. But they make progress.

Cubana nods a bit, "we go on three, 1...2....3."

Cubana heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Cubana has left.

Deering heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Deering has left.

Namura heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Snowmist heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Snowmist has left.

Slaan looks to Poe, adjusts the corpse...again, and maintains position.

Messer heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Messer has left.

Denick heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has left.

Melchior heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Slaan heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Slaan has left.

Yama heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Yama has left.

Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>

LeBeau walks up behind and wraps an arm around Jone's waist partly lifting her

Teel heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Teel has left.

Jones stiffen and then sighs

You head into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * The temperature seems to cool noticeably in this chamber, and water trickles in rivulets down the walls from cracks in the ceiling to submerge the track rut about hip deep on an average human - roughly three feet deep. Mutated rats can be heard chittering, and can be seen paddling through the liquid to get from one side of the tunnel to the other.

Poe arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has arrived.

LeBeau arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

LeBeau has arrived.

Cubana continues wading in the water, her weapon now at her waste and just above water, "keep moving." she orders her tone serious.

Slaan looks to Jones and offers his shoulder, should she wish to ride with the carcass.

Melchior looks at Teel

Melchior says, "Are you alright?"

Jones says, "Thank you, Mr. Haldon, Mr. Lebeau. And, no thank you Mr.Slaan."

Slaan nods once and keeps moving.

Namura looks at teel and mel, concerned.

Cubana pauses for a momnt hearing allt he conversations, "Is anyone injured or unable to continue?"

Deering keeps moving right alongside of Cubana, watching the right half of the tunnel.

LeBeau looks to Jones as he half carries her thru the water "Yu gonna be alrigh no o shall I stay here by yer side?

Teel nods solemnly. "I'm fine, thanks, this is the easy part."

Melchior nods

Messer pants heavily as he fights the current, but manages to do better as the water becomes more shallow.

Melchior looks at Messer

Melchior says, "Would you like some help?"

Namura says, "You okay Messer?"

Slaan is moving fine now, the water down nearly to his knees.

Denick is moving ok, taking long strides into the current.

Messer shakes his head slightly, waving them off. "I... I'm... fine." He chuckles weakly.

LeBeau reaches up and goes to work putting his should holster back on now that the water is lower and he can hold his weapons at a reasonable hight

Jones hesitates, "I am ... fine." She doesn't sound thouroughly convince, although she does sound in a degree of pain.

Melchior falls back to him and braces him on his shoulders, helping him along

Snowmist and Shadow help each other across and finally gains the shallows, shaking off excess water and checking over their equipment.

Cubana notes, "Pair up and stay near each other..we're all worn out."

Cubana says, "1....2....3"

Cubana has left.

Slaan notes to make sure Denick is still near.

Slaan has left.

Yama falls back with Teel, proceeding forward.

Denick heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has left.

Teel says, "4"

Messer has left.

Yama has left.

Namura has left.

Snowmist has left.

Deering has left.

Denick arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has arrived.

Melchior has left.

Jones looks for Poe and her camera.

Denick heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has left.

Denick arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has arrived.

LeBeau continues to hold on to Jones "Yu say yer alrigh bu yu don soun o lok id

Poe moves close to Jones, camera in hand.

Denick has left.

You head into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * The temperature seems to cool noticeably in this chamber, and water trickles in rivulets down the walls from cracks in the ceiling to submerge the track rut about hip deep on an average human - roughly three feet deep. Mutated rats can be heard chittering, and can be seen paddling through the liquid to get from one side of the tunnel to the other.

Poe heads into Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has left.

Poe arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has arrived.

Namura nods..

Melchior chuckles and nods, letting him go

LeBeau has arrived.

Slaan brings his weapon back into position, slightly awkward with the rotting sack of bones that's hitching a ride.

Cubana steps out of the water her rad suit soaked, "Alright...lets keep moving." She says as she keeps her weapon trained on the corridor looking for any possible opposition, "No, they're for keeping you alive Mr. Messer."

Melchior says, "Let's get out of here"

Denick says, "Amen to that..."

Cubana approahcs the north end of the tunnel, "1...2....3"

Cubana heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Cubana has left.

Melchior heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Deering heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Deering has left.

Yama heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Yama has left.

Messer heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Messer has left.

Snowmist heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Snowmist has left.

Namura heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Denick heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has left.

Slaan heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Slaan has left.

You head into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * Pale purple light from the unearthly sky above grants meager illumination in this cavernous underground chamber, which is littered with bones and skulls of victims of the holocaust that destroyed the city. A rut carved in the granite holds the tracks that once carried subway cars throughout the metropolitan area. A broken escalator leads up.

Teel arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Teel has arrived.

Poe arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has arrived.

LeBeau arrives from Metro Tunnel <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

LeBeau has arrived.

Melchior says, "Oh my god"

Teel unconsciously keeps pace with Yama.

Cubana's voice continues to hold a serious note as she approaches the elevator, "Alright..Deering and myself first..followed by the first half ot he group."

Namura says, "What?"

Melchior says, "Wait"

Melchior says, "Don't go"

Cubana says, "We cover while the second team makes its way up."

Melchior says, "If you do you are in grave danger"

Denick says, "What is it?"

Poe puts an arm around Jones to support her. "I have her from here Mr. Lebeau"

Melchior says, "Remember all those mutants?"

Cubana stops and looks twoards Melchior, "Our ship is in tha direction Mystic..we have no choice."

Messer stops, looking back at Melchior, panting.

Melchior says, "There are alot missing now"

Slaan looks toward Melchior and snarls vaguely.

Melchior says, "And our ship is not in that direction"

Yama says, "We're doomed if we frolic around here until we die of starvation."

Melchior says, "All that's left in that direction is pieces of scrap"

Cubana frowns a bit and nods, "Alright..those that don't think they can continue stay here with the medics..the rest of us will ontinue.

Snowmist frowns. "You got any *useful* information?"

Namura says, "Messer...rest a bit."

Yama says, "Why don't you stay down here until you die, then?No great loss."

Melchior says, "At least they should be...I know of nothing else that could make such an explosion"

LeBeau looks to Poe and nods "I hope so"

Cubana says, "Thats the only drop pad..our only hope is that direction."

Deering blows a little sigh against the mircophone of her commset.

Cubana says, "Comm silence Mr. yama."

Yama says, "Yes. You know of nothing."

Slaan sets down the corpse and nods to Cubana that he's ready.

Messer looks from Namura tot he escalator, mumbling something and gesturing angrily at it.

Yama nods, and waits by the stairs leading up.

Cubana says, "Keep it together...form up."

Jones looks from Poe to Lebeau and rolls her eyes. She mutters something. Then says clearly, "Can I have my camera back, Mr. Haldon?"

Denick continues upwards.

Cubana says, "on the count of three we head up."

Cubana says, "1..."

Cubana says, "2..."

Namura looks at Melchior.."What is up there?"

Cubana says, "3..."

Cubana heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Cubana has left.

Yama heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Yama has left.

Messer heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Messer has left.

Melchior shrugs

Deering swallows hard and heads up.

Melchior heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Denick heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Denick has left.

Deering heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Deering has left.

Poe hands Jones the camera, but keeps his arm there.

Namura heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Snowmist heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Snowmist has left.

Teel heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Teel has left.

Jones moves to follow the others, not about to stay behind.

Slaan takes the body as an afterthought, hauling it up.

Poe heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has left.

Slaan heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Slaan has left.

You head into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * Skeletal ruins flank this broad, flat thoroughfare that might once have been a greensward or park of some kind, beneath a bruise-colored sky. To the east stand the shattered remnants of a building with a crushed dome and steps blackened by heat. To the west, one can see the stump of a marble obelisk about 150 feet tall, surrounded by toppled metal poles. Collapsed marble blocks that might have composed the rest of the monument are scattered southwest of the stump. A broken escalator leads down into a subterranean facility of some kind.

LeBeau arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

LeBeau has arrived.

Denick says, "Damn...He was right..."

Melchior says, "It is times like these I wish I ws not right"

As you emerge from the subway, the hot wind blowing trash through the region, you see dead mutants littering the park - including the child-shaped one that spoke with you. Beyond them, between you and where the Kensington landed, you see about a dozen identical reptiloid warriors with dead silver eyes. The flames of the wrecked freighter lap at the bruised sky above, roiling black smoke rising toward the poisoned heavens. Beside the destroyed freighter is a sleek silver vessel. Standing on the boarding ramp of that vessel is a humanoid clad in a radiation suit. He carries a cane. As the wind dies down, he speaks: "Well, Jesus H. Christ cooking marshmallows on a samurai sword. Ain't y'all a sight?" Then he ducks into the silver vessel, slams the hatch shut. The reptiloids begin closing in on the group near the subway entrance.

Snowmist groans. "Will you stop saying that..."

Slaan has taken the body afterall, as an afterthought.

Cubana comes up, immediately crouching in the area just ahead of wehre they came in, "Fan out, now!"

Melchior 's eyes go wide when he sees the Legion

The wind suddenly picks up as the Phoenix Rising fires its lift rockets and begins its climb upward.

Denick says, "God help us..."

Namura says, "Too late."

Yama sighs. "Jesus H. Christ cooking marshmallows on a samurai sword...him? Back?"

Teel mutters, "Well,well, robe guy was on it. Hernandez, you are a true hoophead."

Slaan drops the dead man and raises his weapon.sends, --Melchoir, now, the big one.--

Cubana says, "Cut the unnecesary communication, aim for the eye's."

Melchior sends, ~On which one?~

Jones pans upwards, following the ship, before moving to the side. "Or down the throats.."

Messer stops dead in his tracks. "Oh... crap." He stumbles off to the side, crouching down and raising his rifle.

Denick points at one.

Namura raises his pistol, scanning.

Deering fans out as ordered, looking down at her rifle once as she steels her grip on it.

Cubana pulls a knife from one of the pockets and placing it next to her, "Find cover if you can. but stay close."

Yama sighs as he retrieves a grenade, flipping the switch. He throws, if any of the Legionnaires are close enough.

Denick lashes out at the one he pointed at, his eyes smoldering.

Cubana brings up her rifle aiming for the lizard int he center, taking her time to attempt and find the perfect shot.

Poe stays close to Jones. "Who has an extra gun?" he says through gritted teeth..

Melchior attacks psionically at the exact same time at the same one Denick attacks

Slaan looks at Yama and then to Cubana, "Ssir, permission to use explossives while they are sstill at range?"

Cubana cals, "granted.

Cubana says, "Find cover, those pack a punch."

That's all Slaan needed. Reaching into a pouch, he grabs a grenade, arms it, and throws as he back behind something solid.

Cubana pulls a grenade from her poket, preparing to put it to use.

Snowmist has disconnected.

Melchior shrieks in pain again, crumpling to a heap, body twitching in spasms as he lies there paralyzed with pain

Cubana calls, "Cover!"

Snowmist has connected.

Messer stumbles backwards, hitting the dirt and covering his head.

Slaan says, "Fire in the hole!"

Denick crouches, and raises slugthrower.

Namura grabs Melchior and dives for cover.

Deering looks around quickly, spotting a hunk of concrete off to the right, diving behind it.

Denick curses..

Yama reaches in his pouch, going for cover as he tosses the pulse pistol in Poe's direction.

LeBeau wraps an arm around Jones pulling her behind him as he raises his rifle and takes aim at the head of one of the lizards in the middle of the pack and firing off a seris of rounds be for jumping for cover

Snowmist has disconnected.

Yama drops Pulse Pistol - 5343.

Denick opens fire at the head of the one he tried to attack.

Cubana remains where she is but covers herself with her arms, her rifle staying in her hands.

Poe grabs the pistol as he ducks down

Poe takes Pulse Pistol - 5343.

Melchior continues twitching in agonizing pain on the ground

Cubana cals, "retreat to the escalator, we can find cover tehre, medics take the casualties."

Slaan drops Shock Grenade - 7882.

Yama drops Shock Grenade - 7885.

LeBeau's shot strikes the reptiloid, bounces off and hits Cubana in the leg, puncturing her suit, sending her sprawling.

Namura hold Melchior down loosely, face up, treating him as he would a seizure victim.

Denick hurls a grenade with the other hand as he backs off.

Denick drops Shock Grenade - 7897.

Snowmist has connected.

Melchior can only hope it will stop

Snowmist has disconnected.

Denick takes Shock Grenade - 7897.

Cubana OOFS into her headset, tumbling forward as the pulse strikes her.

Denick's fired shot bounces back at him - piercing his suit and gutting him.

Denick cries out, stumbling backwards

Messer crawls towards the escalator, attempting to find cover.

Jones blinks, "Blow the ground out from under them? Make them fall into the tunnels?" She calls out uncertainly. The only option she can think of.

Deering calls out through the Comm-Link, "Captain! The water!"

Cubana keeps calling into her headset, her voice tinged with pain, "Retreat to the escalator! Retreat to the escalator!

Namura sighs.. grabs Melchior and dives down

Namura heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Melchior heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Namura arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has arrived.

Namura climbs up slowly.

Cubana tries to rise to her feet and finds herself tumbling once again.

The grenades go off like dual thunderclaps, deafening you all for a moment - and suddenly the twelve monstrous warriors go into twitching spasms and collapse onto the ground. Then they are still.

Denick falls over, unconcious.

Namura looks around for Denick

Poe pulls Jones towards the escalator. "Let's go!"

Yama cackles. "Hot damn!"

Slaan holds up a hand, "Ssir, the hostilesss have been incapacitated. Can you continue?"

Namura runs and tries to get Denick to safety

Radiation is seeping rapidly into those suits.

Cubana's voice comes fromt he headsets, "Hold your positions..make sure they're controlled."

Jones is pulled off balance by Poe's efforts, most likely since she was stubbornly trying to stay.

Teel grins. "Nice job, Yama." She then scowls.

LeBeau looks up after the brief silence in his ears "Ok seems we bough our selve a reprive, now jus who d a hell do we ged oud o here befo day wake up

Namura grabs her and runs back down "Someone get the other one!"

Deering gets up from behind her concrete slab and looks at the Lizards a few dozen yards off.

Namura heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Slaan says, "Permisssion to give them a ssecond helping, Ssir, for ssafety?""

Cubana looks aound her towards Denick, "The Lt.. needs medical care she says as she tries to get to her feet, "Granted..no pulse fire."

Messer gives up on getting to the escalator, and just flattens out, aiming his rifle at the fallen lizards, just in case.

Poe catches Jones before she falls and tries to drag her.

Slaan pulls out another grenade, takes very careful aim, and tosses it at the bodies to make sure they stay down.

Yama yanks on Teel's arm. "C'mon, I'm going to go for the Pentagon."

Denick gets dragged down.

Denick has left.

Deering moves over towards Cubana at a jog, hurrying over towards her as she glances at the lizards.

Slaan drops Shock Grenade - 7877.

Cubana calls, "Hoold your positions!"

Slaan says, "Fire in the hole!"

Deering speeds as she sees the Grenade thrown and dives to hit the deck.

LeBeau stays behind the cover he has found as he awaits the thrid grenade

Slaan, wearing a bulky suit, misthrows.

Namura arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has arrived.

"Mr. Haldon, will you please.." Jones begins, trying to regain her feet to avoid being dragged.

The grenade lands just in front of him and goes off.

Namura climbs up slowly.

Melchior arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Slaan is hurtled back down the stairs into the terminal, blown unconscious, his suit ruptured.

Yama stares in disbelief. "Vannies for you."

Yama keeps a firm grip on Teel's arm as he descends back down.

Yama heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Yama has left.

Snowmist stares. "With allies like these..."

Cubana watches the grenade land and screams into her headset, "Misthrow!"

Melchior pokes his head up then sees slan and grabs him, dragging him down

Slaan lands in a crumpled heap, his bulky gloves having caused his grip to slip in defence of his comrades.

Melchior heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Poe sighs and helps Jones to her feet, but not moving away from her.nods to Yama, not pulling away, running with him. Don't want to get that suit ripped up.

Teel heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Teel has left.

Namura looks up and tries to look for casualties.

Slaan gets yanked down a hole, I guess icon_smile.gif

Slaan heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Slaan has left.

Namura heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Cubana is in the middle of what, at some point was the area they wehre fithign.

Messer lets out a loud cry, covering his head and balling up.

Melchior arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Deering gets up again and heads towards Cubana, saying into the COmm, "Come on Ma'am..."

Cubana slowly rses to he feet, slowly making her way towards the others.

LeBeau runs out from where he was takeing cover and grabs Cubana "Come on General, leds ged yu back to a medic"

Melchior says, "Do you want me to see if I can get some help somehow?"

Cubana accepts Deerings help, "Head down..gotta bunk down and treat our casualties."

Messer uncurls slowly, picking up his rifle and scrambling on all fours for the subway.

Snowmist shakes her head and follows the others.

Cubana heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Cubana has left.

Snowmist heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Snowmist has left.

LeBeau nods "Do wha yu can Mystic, e'eryone else back to da tunnel entrence

Deering helps Cubana along, allowing LeBeau to take over for her and heads for the entrance.

Deering heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Deering has left.

Melchior nods

Jones wordlessly takes Poe's arm for support and heads down into the tunnels.

Melchior closes his eyes, hiding behind some debris, and tries desperately to send a message to any members of the Vanguard he can reach with his long range telepathy

LeBeau says, "Led go, e'eryone back to da tunnel, we hav some co'er dare ad lease"

Poe walks down with Jones.

You head into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * Pale purple light from the unearthly sky above grants meager illumination in this cavernous underground chamber, which is littered with bones and skulls of victims of the holocaust that destroyed the city. A rut carved in the granite holds the tracks that once carried subway cars throughout the metropolitan area. A broken escalator leads up.

Poe arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has arrived.

Messer arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Messer has arrived.

Jones finds a place to sit.

Namura says, "We have several casualties...the Mystic is dragging patients in..I'm tapingthem up as we speak."

LeBeau arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

LeBeau has arrived.

Melchior arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Namura looks around to see who else in injured

Yama points to LeBeau. "You have command."

Cubana shakes her head, "tape doens't work..just reat them,kepe them alive. We'll deal with radiation later."

Slaan has a slight case of comatose.

Snowmist nods and heads toward Denick, riffling his body professionally.

You say, "Can I help, Doctor?"

Namura sighs.."Of course."

Denick drops Shock Grenade - 7897.

Denick drops Shock Grenade - 7898.

Snowmist takes Shock Grenade - 7897.

Snowmist takes Shock Grenade - 7898.

LeBeau looks to Yama "Es da General en dat bad o shape to no be able to giv orders?

Teel quietly paces back and forth. "Where's th'closest city?"

Cubana reaches the wall and uses it to slide herself down to a sitting position.

Messer trots down intot he terminal and ducks off to the side, sprawling out. He takes aim at the top of the escalator, as a precaution.

Jones smiles faintly, "Then tell me how, exactly."

Namura goes to Denick and opens his medkit

Yama says, "Moot-this is walled off on all sides. Our best bet is to make for a wall and see if we can make our presence known. Then we might help for a proper military court martial and execution."

Namura says, "get me some gauze. I need to stop the bleeding and fast."

Melchior says, "I sent out a telepathic message to anyone I could possibly reach to send Vanguard help"


 * THIS WILL BE EDITED OUT OF JONE'S SENT IN TAPE (But she sent a copy to an old friend Jonothon, and another to her P.O. Box icon_wink.gif and she has an encrypted lil' copy stashed away in her things too)

Cubana's voice is pained a bit, "Alright..listen."

Cubana says, "Command knows were here..even if we're pretending they don't."

Cubana says, "If they're monitoring...they'll send a ship in uner the pretense of removing us form a secured area.."

Deering stands beside Cubana, looking down at her, giving her her attention.

LeBeau nods "An day should o picked up dat oder ship leaving if day di no hav a cloak as well

Teel continues to pace. "Aight, aight...what about radios and th'like? Can we send a message that way?"

Namura runs to slaan and tries to figure out what to do...

Newt has arrived.

Melchior heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Melchior arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Cubana hskae sher head, "Not enough reach.."

Cubana says, "If..when they send a ship out here, this isimportant..""

Cubana says, "I forced you all into doing this..you where under the imprssion i was acting under General Avocet's orders."

Melchior says, "You never forced me into anything, but ok..."

Namura grabs some more matierials and treats Slaans wounds, which the best he can at this point.

Yama says, "Either we can wait out there, or we have to leave a signal-something to perk up their curiosity."

Namura runs back to Denick

Melchior says, "Give me a signaler and I will go up and place it"

Cubana smirks a bit, "A blowing ship will do that..."

Jones looks at Cubana skeptically, but decides her view on that inane order is probably already guessable without her voicing it. She says nothing, merely bends and starts rubbing her leg.

Melchior says, "Good point"


 * TRANSMISSION CONTINUES

Denick looks like he's going to be unconcious for a while.

Namura Keeps attempting to stop Denick's bleeding.

Cubana looks down at her leg grimacing as she holds down the suit where it is not torn.

Teel nods, beyond angry into a calm before the storm. "Ah, so this ain't Vannie legal? Hernandez, not only are you a major hoophead, but an ice queen as well."

LeBeau moves towards Jones "Yer leg no holding up to da strain es id. A bid to much work den ids used to"

Cubana suddely blinks, giving up holding the radsuit sealed.

Rathmon arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Rathmon has arrived.

Namura throws the duct tape in Cubana's direction.

Rathmon ducks and rolls.

Poe is silent, if you look into his eyes you see fear. Probably the first time you've seen it this whole mission.

Melchior decided to stay

Melchior looks up at the escaltor entrance

Snowmist and her brother keeps off to the side, keeping out of the way of those who knew what they were doing.

Cubana gets hit int he chest with the duct tape not paying attentionbut her eyes are focused on a pint as if listening to something< "Graywolf 5 coming for evacs.."

Yama waves his pistol at Rathmon. "Who the bloody hell are you?"

Messer quickly sits up, raising his rifle. "Who the heck are you?!" he challenges.

Jones looks up at Lebeau. She nods a little in agreemeent, but...She tenses up at the newcomer, bringing the camera to bear.

Deering stands by Cubana, rifle still in hand. She turns quickly towards the noise as someone comes down..

Rathmon quirks an eyebrow and brushes himself off, "Would anyone care for a lift?"

Namura says, "please. We have seriously injured people!"

Melchior says, "We have two severely injured"

Deering sounds ecstatic. "Its Rathmon!"

LeBeau raises his rifle in the direction the new arrival, lowering it just a bit when he recognise the rad suit

Teel says, "Ya boneheads, he's wearin a uniform."

Rathmon looks at Messer, "I appear to be Lt Colonel devon Rathmon."

Cubana is sitting back against the wall, her radsuit torn at the leg.

Rathmon says, "General Avocet informed me of a evac notice. Of course if you want I could leave you here."

Slaan is a half-naked Zangali in a shredded radsuit, quite unconscious.

Melchior says, "You know..."

You say, "Ahh..no."

Slaan still has his boots on though icon_smile.gif

Deering turns back to Cubana and kneels down to her, "Come on General...we're goin home.."

Namura says, "Melchior, someone get the the other two..I'm gettung the zangali."

Cubana calls, "Stop being an ass Rath and get these guys out."

Melchior says, "We should stop talking and start heading on out"

Yama says, "Before the next generation of the Vannies has three eyes and eight fingers, lets' roll."

Yama wastes no time in beating it up the stairs.

Rathmon says, "One word, I can only bring one or two at a time, I'm using a bomber."

Messer sighs with relief, slumping back down. "Great," he mumbles.

Melchior says, "Injured first"

Namura goes to slaan and lifts him withall his strength

Yama stops suddenly, the escalator's ruins creaking.

LeBeau says, "Ok ged on da enjured on da ship firs den we can worry aboud da res o us"

Teel follows Yama. "Ya mean they don't already?"

Cubana nods slighlty adn puts a hand out, "Zangali and Deinick first."

Rathmon nods, "My thoughts, I'd dig in here if I were you.

Melchior helps Namura

Namura says, "Thanks."

Cubana looks towards Jones pointing towards her, "Your next.."

Namura says, "lead the way."

Melchior nods

Cubana says, "Actually..."

Melchior says, "And you Hernandez"

Jones shakes her head, "My suit is intact, General. Yours isn't. You next."

Cubana says, "Namura nad the Zangali, i don't want them goingwithout medical aid.."

Melchior helps Namura carry Slaan out

Cubana says, "Then he can come back and take Denick but he should stay witht them."

Namura nods

Deering moves to sit down beside Cubana, "General....there are no stubborn heroes. Just dead martyrs.."

LeBeau says, "Take da Zangali an da Lt. Day ar da mos badly hurd"

Slaan weighs a lot for some reason. Could be he's an 8 foot lizard thing.

Namura says, "I agree...come one"

Poe stands up. He heads towards Jones and offers an arm.

Melchior says, "Stop arguing"

Rathmon nods, "Lets hurry up folks. Follow the Generals orders.

Teel murmurs, "And Allen. Don't forget him." She points to fresh corpse.

Melchior says, "Just let's go asap.....else we will be carrying a corpse instead of a zangali"

Yama leans over the railing. "You're all quite brave, and we can admire eachother and your shiny dangly metals of valor later. Lets' get them pronto.

Namura heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Rathmon heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Rathmon has left.

Melchior heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Slaan heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Slaan has left.

Jones looks up at Poe. She takes his arm and stands.

Namura arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has arrived.

Melchior arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Melchior says, "Who next?"

Namura says, "okay..danick is next"

Cubana has reconnected.

LeBeau says, "Takes Lt. Denick"

Melchior nods, getting him under the armpits

Deering moves to sit down beside Cubana, "General....there are no stubborn heroes. Just dead martyrs.."

Namura helps Melchior

Snowmist and her brother remain silent on the sidelines, eyes watchful.

Namura heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Melchior heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Poe smiles at Jones. "Get a good story then?"

Namura arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has arrived.

Cubana looks towards Deering, "Those two need a doctor with them..this isnt' about being heroes or martyrs..its about giving those two the care tehy need."

Melchior arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Namura says, "Okay...you next General."

Melchior says, "Ok who is next?"

Teel yells at Deering, "Speakin of dead martyrs...get Allen."

Cubana says, "They cna only take 2 at a time."

Yama studies a grenade thoughtfully. "Smart shopping."

Deering nods, "You have to get back, ma'am."

Melchior says, "No"

Cubana turns an eye to Teel as she speaks.

Melchior says, "The corpse goes last"

Jones laughs quietly, shaking her head. "It would seem."

Melchior says, "We must take priority witht he living over the dead"

Snowmist hehs. "I imagine Allen has very little use for his body right now."

Namura says, "I agree...Now follow me general."

LeBeau says, "Once da ship geds back da General goes wit eider Mr. Haldon o Ms. Jones"

Teel nods. "So long as it goes.

Namura says, "You are injured."

Cubana leans back against the walland braces against it as she slowly triesto rise to her feet.

Deering sits beside Cubana, looking over at Teel for a moment before looking back to the concrete scattered around.

Melchior says, "It's safe up top...why not have us all go up there"

Namura walks to Cubana and helps help up to the top

Yama says, "Because I prefer to remain inconspicous."

Melchior says, "Then we can save a bit more time when it comes to getting out of this place"

Melchior says, "Ok that will work I suppose"

Namura says, "No...lets stay hidden for now.."

Yama whispers to Teel.

Melchior says, "Next is Hernandez and who?"

Cubana takes Namura's assistance, "Lebeau.." she says simply.

Cubana says, "Jones."

Poe says, "Jones"

Namura says, "Yes."

LeBeau looks to Cubana "Wha es id?"

Melchior nods, walking over to Jones, offering her a hand up to brace her on her way out

Melchior says, "You're next Jones."

Teel whispers to Yama.

Messer gazes up at the ceiling, still holding his rifle. "All this, and I didn't even find out his name," he mutters.

Poe has one side of Jones. "You can get the other mystic.

Melchior nods, getting her other side

LeBeau says, "Da General an Ms. Jones es next, den Mr. Haldon an den we decide who goes"says, "Shall we?"

Melchior heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Namura heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Namura has left.

Melchior arrives from The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Cubana heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Cubana has left.

Poe heads into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Poe has left.

Newt just sits there and watches the adults organise themselves in a calm, rational and mature manner.

Jones looks at Poe, slightly bemused. "You take this partnership thing very serious..." She breaks off as Melchior takes her from the other side, "I am not an invalid..."

You head into The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>.


 * The Mall <Washington D.C.: Earth>


 * Skeletal ruins flank this broad, flat thoroughfare that might once have been a greensward or park of some kind, beneath a bruise-colored sky. To the east stand the shattered remnants of a building with a crushed dome and steps blackened by heat. To the west, one can see the stump of a marble obelisk about 150 feet tall, surrounded by toppled metal poles. Collapsed marble blocks that might have composed the rest of the monument are scattered southwest of the stump. A broken escalator leads down into a subterranean facility of some kind.

Cubana eyes move to the Kensington as they reach the top.

Melchior then lets Jones go

Melchior says, "I know you aren't"

Melchior says, "But getting up the stairs in your state would be difficult I would imagine"

Melchior heads into Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has left.

Jones can't exactly argue that. So she doesnt.

Cubana leans back against the escalator and takes a few deep breaths.

The shattered, burning hulk of a tramp freighter that has been blown apart by incendiary devices.

Poe says, "Where are they taking them? The Citadel?"

Namura says, "Wherever there is a nearby medical center."

Poe says, "They should take 'em to New York, they'd could have been back by now."

Jones calmly sits down again, stretching her leg forth and bending her head as she tries to deal with it somewhat.

Cubana leans almost tiredly against the escalator.

Namura mutters..."Hurry up..."

Cubana speaks into the headset, "You guys performed well today.."

Cubana says, "I didn'tt hink you could do it and you did.."

Namura hehs...

Cubana's voice is laced with pain as she looks towards the pad, "Where is that ship?" she questions.

You say, "Namura, have you still got those painkillers on you?"

Poe says, "It'll be here soon. I think they are taking the injured all the way to the citadel instead of New York which would be the smart thing to do."

Namura says, "Yes, I do."

Namura says, "Did you use the two I gave you?"

Cubana nods slowly, "Its alright..they hwere in bad shape they need good treatment.

Jones nods to Cubana. "You might want to give her some, and yes. I did."

Cubana taps the glass of the helmet, "Save 'em..can't use 'em with this on anyways."

Jones pauses, opens her mouth to say something, but then merely falls silent. "I suppose it is a matter of degrees? Your suit is breeched, but removing the helmet would make it worse?"

Cubana simply shrugs slowly, "I don't know." she answers honestl.

Jones nods.

Deering arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Deering has arrived.

In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the surface.

Melchior arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Melchior has arrived.

Namura phewws.

Newt arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

Newt has arrived.

You take a step back as a dropship fires its drop rockets and lands before you.

Rathmon exits from the Graywolf Five-A.

Rathmon has arrived.

Deering carries Melchior over her shoulder as she waks out from the tunel below with Newt and Teel.

Poe reaches out to help Jones get up.

Namura says, "Okay Ms. Jones, General."

Rathmon says, "Okay General, your tur, and the other most wounded."

Jones takes Poe's hand and stands.

Namura heps Cubana inside.

Cubana turns, looking at Deering as she approaches, "Whats going on.."

Cubana asks as she sees Melchior being carried.

LeBeau arrives from Metro Terminal <Washington D.C.: Earth>.

LeBeau has arrived.

Rathmon looks at the General, "I gave you until this pass, ma'am but you are getting on this vessel with that damaged suit."

Deering shrugs with the one unburdoned shoulder. "LeBeau told me to grab the Mystic. WHen I looked at him, he was out cold. Ask Lebeau."

Another explosion goes off in the wreckage of the Kensington, but it does little more than send an impressive fireball into the air - illuminating the silvery bodies of the...melting...reptiloids...

Namura turns.."ooo..kay...is his suit Okay?

LeBeau walks up out of the tunnel in time for the fireworkdisplay

Rathmon looks at the Kensington. "Lets get a move on if we can, we are to exposed here."

Deering walks up to them, "He got bit in the hand...I cant think so.."

Jones turns instinctively to the explosion. She pauses, hefts the camera up, and makes sure she gets the reptiles melting.

Cubana turns towards Rathmon, "At ease, Colonel. No one said i wasn't.." she glances at Jones frowning a bit knowing her condition and looks toward the Mystic, "Bring the mystic..he's exposed."

Namura says, "he changed suits]"

Deering ohs a bit, "Well, I guess his suits fine.."

Namura helps Cubana into the ship

Cubana steps towards Rathmon with a grimace, "Jones...come on."

Cubana has left.

Poe helps Jones onto the ship after she gets her shot

Namura boards the Graywolf Five-A.

Namura has left.

"One second," She says absently, finishing the shot. Then she moves to the ship.

Namura exits from the Graywolf Five-A.

Namura has arrived.

You board the Graywolf Five-A.


 * Cockpit <Graywolf Five-A>


 * Slightly cramped and highly sophisticated, a dull hum and the occasional beep of electronics permeates this cockpit. Side-by-side ejection seats provide both crewmembers with an impressive view outside of the craft, via the dark-tinted canopy which surrounds them. Although both stations are extremely complex and sophisticated, the right-hand seat has an even more complex console in front of it. With multiple MFDs, scanner readouts, dials, and joysticks, the station looks to be able to handle extremely complex targeting and flight tasks. Only a few dim red lights illuminate the cockpit, casting somewhat of an eerie glow.

Rathmon enters through the hatch of the ship.

Rathmon has arrived.

Rathmon mans the Flight Console - Graywolf Five-A.

The ship rumbles as it lifts off the ground and arches skyward.

Cubana leans back against the wall of the console, "Anyone ever tell you...your a life saver Rath?"

Jones sits, puts the camera down, and although her jaw is tightened, watches the consoles curiously.


 * EDITTING CAUSES THIS TO BE THE END OF TRANSMISSION

Rathmon chuckles, "Just be glad of my paranoia about fighter maintance and the General.

Cubana's voice is tinged with pain, "Ahh..the General...how's he?"

Rathmon taps a few keys. "Hes the General, worried, gave the evac order when he got your message."

Rathmon says, "We'll get you both back to the medics in no time."

Jones turns her attention from the console to the conversation. "What message was that?"

Cubana reaches up grabbing her helmet and removngit to display her dark sunglasses with the wide wrap around band.

Rathmon shakes his head, "I don't know beyond that he ordered me to get there at best speed I wans't on the bridge of the Citadel."

Rathmon has partially disconnected.

Jones looks at Cubana, patiently.

Cubana nods slowly sliding down to a sitting positing and leaning back against the bulkhead, "Good..i new he'd come thorugh."

Rathmon says, "He always does."

You feel the ship begin to slow.

Cubana smirks just a bit, "I'll end up courtmartialed for this...hell...might get back to being a Colonel."

You feel a slight force as the ship glides to a halt ...

You feel a sudden jerk as the ship speeds up.

Rathmon says, "I doubt that for some reason."

Cubana frowns just a bit and shakes her head, "Don't.."

You feel the ship begin to slow.

You feel the ship begin to slow.

Cubana grimace, "Think you can shake this ship up a little more." she complains.

Rathmon says, "YOu dodge incoming traffic."

You feel the ship begin to slow.

You feel a slight force as the ship glides to a halt ...

The enormous bay doors slowly begin to slide open in front of the ship.

The Graywolf Five-A pushes forward as it glides in and docks.

Rathmon says, "At 40,000"

Rathmon unmans the Flight Console - Graywolf Five-A.

Rathmon gets up and lifts Cubana.

Rathmon says, "Now lets get a move on thier General."

Cubana braces up against the bulkhead using it to slowly slide up to a standing position, "We'llget to sickbay...Rath!"

Cubana shakes her head, "We got it...we'll get to sickbay..you just worr about getting the others.

Rathmon nods, "Move it then General."

Cubana leans back and motions towards the airlock, slowly and carefully limping towards the airlock, "Come on.."

Cubana disembarks from the ship.

Cubana has left.

Jones gets to her feet, ackwardly, but she does it. "My thanks, Lt Colonel."

You disembark from the Graywolf Five-A.

Jones disembarks from the ship.


 * Docking Arm - Citadel


 * The docking arm swarms with activity, as numerous beings attempt to move through the crowded area. The far wall of the arm consists of a bank of evenly-spaced airlocks, each occasionally parting to allow someone to pass. A cargo tram travels slowly through the room, stopping to retrieve cargo from waiting vessels before inching its way through the crowd. Most of the wall space is adorned with advertisements, posters and monitors, each attempting to capture your attention. A well-illuminated archway leads into the launch bay, through which military officers and civilians alike travel in an almost constant stream. Opposite the airlocks, the arm opens into a corridor admitting arrivals onto the station, under the watchful gaze of several security officers stationed nearby.

The bay doors begin to slide open as the Graywolf Five-A prerares for departure ...



Cubana comes out limping fromt he ship, teh team quickly helps her nad jones to get them to sickbay as speedily aspossible.

The Graywolf Five-A fires its engines as it departs through the docking bay doors.

Cubana sees the two stretches and shakes her head, "Save those..we can make itto sickbay."

Jones looks at Cubana. "Speak for yourself. I see no merit in causing myself unneeded pain." She says lightly, "Feel free to do it to yourself if you want...if it makes you feel better." She smiles at a medic and lays down with a wince.

The head of the medical team shakes his head, "Negative, General..you all go on stretchers. We have plenty. Now lay down before we force you."

Cubana looks back toards Jones then at the medics a frown forming on her face as she sits slowly ont he edge of the stretcher, the medic gently prods her to lay back, "see...wasn't that hard General." he looks towards Jones and grins winking conspiratorially.

The medical teams move on into sickbay as a new batch comes out waiting for more casualties.

Cubana has left.

You head into Corridor.


 * Corridor


 * This massive corridor is indeed a very busy place. People mill around taking care of whatever tasks may be at hand. Along the cold steel walls are advertisements and Vangard recruitment posters. A tram carries cargo through the massive round spoked door leading to the Docking Arm.

Cubana heads into Medical Department.

Cubana has left.

You head into Medical Department.


 * Medical Department


 * The first thing that you notice of this room is the strong smell of the cleaning solutions used here. Beds line both walls of this room, with a walkway inbetween them. Doctors, Nurses, and orderlies patrol this room, checking on the patients. Several offices are at the far end. Through the glass doors, you see doctors sitting at desks reading over charts.

As you enter the room you see Slaan lying on a medical bed apparently sleeping. Across from him is Denick on what appears to be life support.

Jones struggles to get out of the Rad suit, apparently having had quite enough of it. Then she blinks. "Oh, s***.." She curses quietly.

Cubana spots the Life support machines as her and Jones are brough in and set up on medical beds to be examined and sits up, "Stat.." she turns a greenish color and swallows.

Cubana takes a few deep breaths, "Status.."

The doctors move to Jones side, "Easy now, Ms. Jones. We'll worry about the uniform and remove it..just lay back and relax.

The head doctor on this shift steps out of his office, "You wehre all damn lucky for a fool stunt like that. Lt. denick and Private Slaan will both be fine..the Lt's in worse shape but it looks like he's going to pull throuhg.

Jones shakes her head a little, hair sweat dampened. But she lays back, seeming rather dismayed. She swallows.

Cubana seems to relax a bit leaning back, only a tinge of green maintaining, "What about radiation?" she asks, "Both their suits where ripped."

One of the doctors on duty begins to help Jones out of the radsuit, "They really need to construct better ones of these." she says..

The head doctor shrugs a bit, "Considering...they both got away with mild radiation poisoning. Gonna feel lke crap for a few weeks..but they'll survive.

Jones smiles faintly, "Design one, you could make a bundle." She forcibly pulls her leg from the suit, it being rather like dead weight at this point. Dead weight which, thanks to the painkillers, she doesn't feel.

The doctor asks, "What happened to your leg?" rather casually, obviuselyl he does not think it is a rescent injury.

The camera flashes off, and powers down.

Jones sets the camera aside. "Hover vehicle accident. The muscles were...badly put back together. They seize up under any stress." She smiles just a little. "Exactly what they are doing now, I believe." She bends to rub her leg.

The doctor chuckles, "A little massage therapy will handle that, our department here on base is great."

Jones drawls, "Just promise me, please, have this happen before the drugs wear off? I really don't want to be writhing in pain any time soon."

The doctor chuckles, "if not we'll make sure to get you some mor pain medication before then."

Jones nods breifly. "Thank you, Doctor..?"

The man smiles slighlty Doctor Monroe.

Jones nods, holds out a hand. "Jones. Dae'sa Jones. But you seemed to already know that."

The doctor chuckles a little, "Your becoming quite a name around base..."

Jones grins, "I do my best."

He laughs again, "Well...your best seems liek its enough. Everyone either wants to welcome you on board or toss you out an airlock."

Volestad arrives from Corridor.

Volestad has arrived.

Jones says, "Now the question is, which group out numbers the other."

Volestad wanders into the medical bay. His aura swirls with different shades of blue.

The doctor grins a little and shrugs, "I'm just a simple doctor."

Volestad flickers with red as he sees so many people lying on beds.

Jones shakes her head, "No one is just a simple anything. Everyone has a story."

He grins, "Is that how journalists view it?"

Jones nods amiably, glancing over to Cubana in concern for a moment, then back. "I dont know about all Journalists, but that is the way I view it, for certain. And you never did say which group you were in. Am I going to be escorted to the airlock? Since you already welcomed me, after a fashion."

Teel has arrived.

The doctor dodges the question beautifully, "I took an oath remember." she says simply as if it should be self explanatory.

Namura arrives from Corridor.

Namura has arrived.

The doctor in charge of the group tending to Cubana says, "Ok, one, two, three!" And they lift Cubana slightly to get the remaining rad suit off.

Newt arrives from Corridor.

Newt has arrived.

Namura takes his rad suit off.."I supposed I;m not needed anymore, then?

Teel has left.

Cubana grimaces as they lift her to tak ethe rad suit, "wanna..wanna try some pain killers first next time." she complains.

The doctor immediately looks Cubana over. She says, "She's suffering from radiation poisoning. General, can you hear me?"

At the far end of the room is Melchior apparently sleeping.

Jones shakes her head, still absently rubbing at her leg. "And if you hadn't?" She merely sounds curious.

The doctor smiles, "But i did.."

You say, "You evade like a lawyer."

The doctor says, "Give her 10 cc's of Antimelonin. Prepare a dose of hydronalin while you're at it." To Cubana she says, "Sorry, but we needed the suit off to get at you."

Jones is grinning by now.

Namura approaches the doctor and asks if he can be of any assistance.

The doctor walks around the bed picking up a pad, "hmm...due for another pain killer it seems." he looks up and smilesa little, "That was my second choice."

Newt just stands in the doorway, frowning and watches what's going on.

The other doctor by Cubana says. "Well, the radiation damage is relatively mild. You'll live... but you'll probably regret it for the next few weeks."

Cubana has reconnected.

Cubana takesa deep breaht, "fine...next time start with the pain killer though huh...doctors...ou guys all..."

The other doctor by Cubana says. "Well, the radiation damage is relatively mild. You'll live... but you'll probably regret it for the next few weeks."

Jones lays back. "Muscle relaxant too? Tharis...tharia...damn, you would think I knew the name of it by now. Works just about as well as a massage, and I haven't build up too much of an immunity to it." She frowns, "Of course, I am spewing this off second hand...Could be wrong."

Volestad stands in the middle of the room, somewhat in shock at the trauma, and relatively useless from a medical standpoint.

The doctor near Cubana's side points her assistants to Melchior. "Better take a look at him... and check the pad." She hands it to the nearest one. "Make sure our medicine is compatible with his biology."

Monroe nods, "Let me go check what we've got..i'll be right back ok." he says before dissapearing into the back storage room.

The doctor near Cubana's side points her assistants to Melchior. "Better take a look at him... and check the pad." She hands it to the nearest one. "Make sure our medicine is compatible with his biology."

The doctor then leans over Cubana. "Can you feel all you fingers and toes, General?"

Cubana opens her eyes and looks up at the doctor, "Yeah..." she nods slighlty

Jones frowns faintly and closes her eyes.

The doctor says, "Good." She walks around the bed, picks up a hypo and give Cubana another shot. "This should stop the poisoning from getting worse... but I'm going to have to put you on antirad pills for at least two weeks."

Monroe walks toards the bed a couple of pills in his hand, "These are foryou my dear...for your aches, pains, sore muscles and complaints."

Cubana nods a bit, "It'll get rid of thenautiusness?"

Jones opens her eyes and sits up, seeming in a hurry to down those pills. She takes them and murmurs thanks.

The doctor shakes her head slightly. "Yes, although now and then it will get worse again until you've got it all out of your system. Also... your hair is going to fall out a bit until your follicles have time to regenerate."

Cubana mumbles for a moment then opens her eyes sitting up slowly, very slowly, "Ok...when can you put a bandage on my leg and let me out of here..."

The doctor chuckles, "Not so fast. Let's catch our breath a bit first. What were you doing down there exactly, anyway?"

Snowmist has arrived.

Jones lays back, and her eyes start to flutter closed.

Newt's at the corridor, standing there and watching wassup...

Cubana shakes her head slowly, "Doesn't matter. What i want to know is whne i can leave this damn bed and get to my quarters..."

Newt looks upa t Snowmist and then back at the scene.

Snowmist waves, eyes curious. "Oops, sorry, wrong turn...somewhere..."

As the doctor responds, she moves around to examine Cubana's leg injury. "Well, as long as you promise to stay there for more than a couple hours, perhaps I can be persuaded to give you outpatient treatment."

Jones falls asleep, holding the camera close like it was an infant.

Cubana nods, "Its around sleep time...i'm sure i can mannage a couple f hours."

Volestad stands in the middle of the room. He seems to be barely conscious of what is happening although he is stirring a bit more now. His aura is swirling blue.

Snowmist taps Newt on the shoulder.

Rathmon arrives from Corridor.

Rathmon has arrived.

Newt speaks finally, standing up straight, "Hey! He's glowin..."

Snowmist throws a thumb toward Volestad. "What's with him?"

The doctor says, "A couple hours, huh? Perhaps I should keep you here then and make sure you get your prescribed rest." She looks to the others standing in the room, "You people need help?"

Rathmon walks in, "Well now that is all about, could someone explain what in the hell you were doing down there?"

Cubana takes a breath as if composing herself as she leans back, now in a sitting position, "irrelavent."

Rathmon looks at Cubana. "Hardly."