Falo (IC)

[Buzzwolf]

Corbin feels a shiver run down his spine as a gel like substance seals over his wings with a mind of it's own to aquire a solid suit seal before the airlock hisses shut. he flicks one out and feels him already starting to drift as though teh wing were producing an air current across it. an Ionic current. clever. he tucked his wing back in, wondering just how much 'kick' he could get out of his 'ion thrusters', at the same time as his maglocks kick in on his boots making it feel as though he's walking through thick mud.

The airlock slides open before them and almost immediately the exo suit elites take notice of the group, and Dorian makes the first move, scattering the group into smaller ones and making a complete mess of his targets. Corbin immediately picked on of the unlucky elites and opened up on him with the plasma turret, feeling every round pusling through, trying to knock him back off his feet in the micro-gravity environment. one of the rounds connected with an elite just right, sending his jet back spazzing out and taking him out into deep space.

the Flash of SMG fire caught his eye as Sasha, clumsily, darted behind the nearest cover availible and began firing at the Elites. far from being as well adjusted to the micro-grav environment as her counterpart.

a splash of plasma on his shields brought him back to the fight, and a few more deep resonations from the turret and the elite stopped moving, just floating in the direction the plasma had kicked him in.
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"Good evening Vice-Admiral Tikarra, Captain..." Judas stopped in the hallway as she approached him, an empty pause to let the captain fill in who he was, a blast shaking the station, Roxy stopped beside him, their previous discussion coming to a halt at the approach of the pair

"Same to you Judas" The purple haired vixen spoke, somewhat hasitly, brushing over introductions of her companion "I'm afraid we don't have time for pleasentries..." She produced a small holotablet from somewhere inside of her jacket, tapped the screen and authorized it before handing it off to the panther and continuing down the hallway. "Please see that that is taken care of, quickly, and quietly" Judas turns it and glances over it, his eyebrows lifting as he reads it, not quite believing it.

"What?" Roxy watches him, concerned "What is it?"

He turns the tablet to let her view the details herself "Transfer orders" he glances after the Vice admiral, but the hallway is already empty except for them "...From Leshyrs Squad"

[Shade Leshyr]

The exo-suited elites did not have the shielding of their foot soldier counterparts and were easily dispatched by the vengeful team of Immortals. Across the hull of the station the group ran, slipping through the door Leyra had designated. A group of marines hid quietly behind a barricade in the small entrance room that joined into a much larger room with balconies on either side and a large lift shaft in the center, filling up a good fourth of the room. One of the marines motioned them into cover, "Foxtrots had the lower level, trying to work the lift controls. We got eyes on a covenant boarding craft in the main firing bay, across the maintenance walkway. They've been sending up- Shit, firing positions!"

During his speech, a low buzz had started to fill the air and had come to a loud rumble as he shouted to get ready. Over the lip of the shaft swarmed a small flight of drones, small, insectoid aliens that flittered around on bug wings. The orange, glossy eyes of their foes watched them and they opened fire even as they dived this way and that, hitting the barricades with amazing accuracy. They chittered amongst themselves and shook small fists at the defenders as they began to return fire. Far away down the shaft, gears started cranking and the warning lights telling of the lift coming up blared...

[arinot]

"Looks like the buggies wanna play!"
He began laughing a laugh he never thought he'd ever be able to... somewhere between that of a hyena and that of a child.
Dorian, whose armor was now covered in fluids he didn't even know existed was tinkering between the barrier separating battle rage from psychosis. It was almost like a dream. The way the bugs just crushed as lead punctured their innards. The angered and possibly frightened chatter. It was delicious... delicious, scrumptious revenge served as cold as the dead.
There was only one thing that really registered in his head. Everything, from his movements to his words felt controlled by another. The only thing he really thought of was that if he didn't disarm the bomb fast enough, Sukil would be dead... Maybe she was already dead... DEAD?!
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Another roar erupted from Dorian... the carcass of a drone underneath him was shattered in several place... but it wasn't enough. He ripped it apart and began using the two sides as meat sheilds. One half for each arm.
"IT WASN'T ENOUGH WAS IT!? WAS IT! YOU FILTHY COVVIES?!"
He rolled as a supercharged plasma round burst aside him, taking his shield down.
And then he felt the pain of three plasma rounds going through his meat sheild and burning his arm...
He felt it... but it didn't register... All that registered was the same drone receiving shots into it's appendages from the plasma pistols he picked up and the roar he gave from the pain he had apparently taken
He saw himself roll... and then take refuge behind a doorway, arming a plasma grenade and then throwing it into the crowd of pestilence. the satisfying beep leading to the burst of plasma made him grin, just a bit. It was disorienting... what was going on...

Then came the beep of his shield registering it's recharge... He overloaded the plasma pistol in his right hand and rifted a drone into the ground before delivering the entire charge into the neck of the creature...

The horror of his actions began sinking into Dorian... which ever Dorian he was... He had been a relatively non-lethal fighter... and suddenly... what was he. doing? His armor had gone from black to purple... and now some messy... blackish brown with highlights of green and purple across the visor.

Only one question crossed the mind of sentient... withdrawn... Dorian...
How could he do this?

[Shade Leshyr]

The drones did not panic. Instead, they chittered angrily, using their speed and agility to dodge and weave around the raging Immortal. Plasma splashed over Dorian's shields despite the best efforts of his fellow Immortals. The insectoid creatures made it clear why they were nicknamed "drones," being vicious and tenacious, but they held no emotion as they moved in, concentrating on the wrathful Dorian. Several began to prime plasma grenades.

Caution was thrown to the wind as the other Immortals dashed out to help their friend. Tal shouted out orders and the fresher Immortals ringed Dorian and opened fire on the much too focussed aliens, splattering their green blood on the walls, primed plasma grenades falling to the floor and exploding more or less harmlessly. The Immortals dove into cover on the left and right, Tal hauling Dorian bodily to the left and tossing him against the nearby wall, reprimanding him for stupidity, but he knew when words weren't doing anything. He ordered Dorian to stay put, then moved back into position as the lift came up, carrying grunts and elites.

Over the fire and shouting, a soft feed from a mic flowed into Dorian's ears and the sobbing voice of Sukil rang out, "Dorian... I failed you. I couldn't stop the Prophet's carrier..." The rebel elites' ship limped by a nearby window, parts here and there showing where a shot had splashed into it directly, though whether by luck or skill, the ship had avoided being destroyed, but she was right. A massive super carrier was moving into the lower atmosphere while two surviving escorts took up defensive positions to stop retaliations.

The fight for the lift lasted only a sparse few moments, the elites having foolishly given themselves nowhere to go. Tal ran back and grabbed Dorian, bringing him onto the lift as everyone piled on. Neo activated the lift and they descended to a small airlock at the bottom. At max, only five of them could go through at a time. The cycle was short, but seemed to last an eternity to the hurried Immortals. Exo-suit elites flew over to meet them, each dual wielding plasma rifles and splashing plasma wantonly. The fools clustered together in order to drown them in plasma and none of them heard the hollow "thunk" of a bomb magnetizing to the center elite's back.

Using his wings, Nightshade was already across the maintenance way, standing near the elevator up to the main firing bay. Leyra was still letting loose with the giant MAC gun, which thundered far above them as they sprinted across still moving parts to the elevator. Jamming as well as they could inside, the elevator began its rapid ascent to the top. Halfway up, Leyra contacted them, "Just so you know, there are some old friends we haven't seen for a while guarding the bomb. You may need to get creative." The elevator came to a rest and opened, the Immortals piling out. To their left was one of the main firing batteries, arcs of electricity jumping up as Leyra fired each MAC round. To the right was a wall with a few various crates. Straight ahead was a view port with an excellent view of the space around Earth.

Just in front of this view port was the bomb, a purple blob with spikes and a pulsing light at one end. Clustered around it, turning to face them, were five winged elites. All five wore the armor of Holy Guards, red orange with blazing gold at the joints and a massive headdress that didn't seem really fit for battle at all. Four of them wielding the plasma spears they favored while the center one wielded a blade in each hand. All five scowled at the Immortals before moving with unmatched speed into cover.

[Duskmon]

Dus commed Raze "Raze it's time we got even. Can you teleport over...there?" he paused as he saw how much faster the eliets were

Ryan however had another idea that Kusinagi had given him and he sent a com to Tal, Dus and Raze "Raze take Kusinagi and Dus' Revolver and teleport over there. Use Kusinagi to attack and revolver to shield. We may be able to catch them off gaurd and we can gun them down from here. That alright with you Tal?"

[Buzzwolf]

"Fucking fantastic" Sasha muttered as the Elites sized them up. then moved. "Ho shit! fast fuckers!" She quickly found what little good the SMG's did as every shot found it's home in one of the walls. "Shitshitshit" Her guns didn't even hit the floor before she had Truth Drawn and holding off one of the elites plasma spears. Much to it's disgruntled surprise. It's lip twitched as it pressed down harder. Truth Split along the segment, and the sudden lack of resistance threw the elite off balance enough for Sasha to smack him in the side of the head with the hilt and shove him to the side.

He stumbled, but was already charging back at her in a blink, covenant curses issuing from his split lips with every motion. the blades came down against each other again. A spark few from between the blades and both combatants stopped and stood back a moment, staring at disbelief at their weapons, then each other, then their weapons again. the elite was the first to shake it off and charged Sasha again.

Parry by Parry, the segments of Truth began to slide apart, still holding solid for the moment with each block and jab. a humm filled her blade and she smiled, suddenly stepping up on the offensive. The elite, thinking it was nothing more than a sword, blocked the headshot as he normally would any other blade...only to find Truth separating it's links and whipping around to cut his head clean off without a sound. She held the stance as the head dropped with a thud to the ground, the body and staff following in a close second. The links slowly slipped back together, and she knelt down to retrieve the staff, and her pistols, already scanning for any of hte others that might try to catch her off her guard

Corbin still hefted the plasma turret as the X-Elites made their first move. Shit one of the staff style ones eyed him and seemed to appear before him..just out of his effective range. a shot off, and the elite would dodge, a lunge, and he'd open himself for a counter attack. He sprayed the plasma regardless, and the elite moved to dodge it, and slipped inside his effective range, going in for a kill shot from the side. Corbin Grinned, already in motion.

The elite never saw it coming as he took the butt of the plasma turret square to the jaw as Corbin spun to meet him, and in turn sent him spinning and tumbling to the ground. Corbin laughed and closed the short gap between them, dropping a heavy booted foot on the elites chest, feeling ribs crack beneath and the squirming of the elite "Say 'Hi' To yer 'God' for me" The plasma turret rang out once before the elite stopped moving, the remains of his head, and the overly elaborate head-dress splattered all over the floor in front of Corbin

[Shade Leshyr]

Raze shook his head at Ryan, "No one else is putting themselves in danger today if I can help it. Put the knife away and stay back," his eyes blazed, "I'm going in." With the two X-elites dead, the remaining three were being cautious, sticking to the shadows, but in an instant, Raze was no longer standing where he'd been and another elite cried out in pain, followed by the sizzling of plasma against flesh. Raze tossed the limp carcass across the room, impaled on its own spear, causing the remaining two to warble uncertainly.

Damien found the last spear-wielder and immediately drew his own spear, locking into combat with him. Back and forth the two traded blows, respectfully blocking and counter-attacking at each strike. The elite was inexperienced, striking wildly and soon Damien found his opening, running the elite through. The sword wielder now stood alone as the Immortals approached, the melee fighters at the front, weapons drawn with the gunmen just behind.

Defiant to the very end, the elite took a lunge at Raze, seeing him as the biggest threat. Raze merely seized his wrists as all the melee fighters ran him through, drawing blood in great rivets. The elite slowly faded from life, feeling Shard drain his life-energy, which was increased due to his X-status, and staring into the scowling eyes of the dragon the gripped his wrists. Shade withdrew Rifter and moved over to the pedestal where Leyra was gesturing frantically, "Me, inside your head, now!" Shade placed his gauntlet on the pad and felt Leyra load herself into his empty AI slot before moving forward and hovering his hand over the bomb.

The bomb was beginning to charge up as Leyra decoded it and shut it down. Neo sighed in relief, "How much time was left?" Leyra spoke through Shade's com, "You don't want to know." Their banter was cut short as a Prowler class vessel moved over their heads and Miranda's voice was heard, "Cairo, this is In Amber Clad, the carrier's shields are down and we are ready for immediate assault." Hood's voice rang out, "Negative commander, not against a ship that size, not on your own."

Shade had been staring at the bomb for several moments before speaking, "Sir, permission to leave the station?" Hood responded by asking, "For what purpose Leshyr?" Shade patted the bomb, "To give the covenant back their bomb." Hood was quiet for a moment before responding rather amusedly, "Permission granted."

[Buzzwolf]

"Ha! Niiiiice!" Sasha laughed at the idea...blow the covvies up with their own bomb. brilliant. She followed him out into the hallway with the others, helping to push the bomb, corbin next to her doing a good deal more of the work then her, she ducked aside and ran ahead to call the elevator. she jabbed at it rapidly as tehy approached "Come on, come on...who the hell else could possibly be using this.." the door dinged open, and out strode another Immortal, clad in pure white, she turned and Blew Sasha a kiss as she stepped off the elevator and continued on. as she watched the female head off toward Shade, the lights over her dimmed adn she looked back. right at the leg armor of another soldier towering over her "...holy shit..." her eyes went wide as she looked up at the beastly creature. it didn't even seem to acknowledge her as it lumbered on by, not making a sound and leaving Her standing dumbfounded by the elevator call button

"Shade Leshyr?" A voice called out to him. following the smooth voice was a female fox. Her fur a beautiful rippling gold, showing through between the plates of her armor. or what little armor she wore. she practically wore an armored bra from how little seemed to cover her, regardless that it covered her entire chest and wrapped around to cover most of her back, and adding extra support for her 'ample' assets. she wore what appeared to be scout leggings, and only gauntlets and gloves from the elbows down, leaving her entire shoulders, upper arms, and belly area exposed and showing off her beautiful golden fur. What armor she wore, matched her Hair, a deep, rich red, falling to the left side of her face, the rest, tied back in a ponytail behind her. as she brushed it to the side, she showed her glowing red eyes. sitting atop her head, were two very long ears, each reaching nearly the length of her outstretched arm, each patterened with the same gold fur, edged in a darker brown. as she strode up to him, her long luscious tail swayed to and frow with the swing of her hips, and it could be seen by now, that this vixen stood a fair couple inches above the dragonfox she saught "My my, so I see the rumors of a Dragonfox are true" she spoke, her voice smooth as silk as she eyed his glorious wings behind him "You must have trouble keeping hte ladies off you with wings like those. The names Zen" she offered a dainty hand "I have a message for you, Admirality wanted me to deliever" she pulled out a holotablet that she'd kept tucked under her arm and started skimming through the files, seeking one in specific

Approaching behind her, was another with thunderous footsteps, clad in the heaviest armor the UNSC could provide for a Tiger of nearly fourteen feet. the Tiger appeared clad from head to toe in armor and towering over the vixen he followed. from the elbow down, he wore no armor, not even gloves of any kind. showing off the rich oranges and creamy whites as well as the deep blacks of his fur. Hanging off his shoulder plating, were two helmets, one his own quite obviously as it dwarfed the other, presumably the vixens he worked with. a Pair of pure white eyes gazed down at the dragonfox from behind the raised armor that protected his neck from harm. he had no headhair to speak of, other than his white tigers mane. the fur seemed to bristle as a low pitched thrumm rose into existance as the tiger gazed down from his towering height. the vixen's fur bristled as well with the sound, as though it knew the tune it was singing to, and her ear closest him, shifted, and tilted in his direction until the thrumming stopped, then stood back up "This, is Subsonic," she gestured offhandedly, realizing it was quite obvious who she was talking about, but being stuck in the routine that said 'hand motion this way with introduction' "He...he can't speak. not like we can. he'd literally blow our eardrums, possibly the eyeballs with a single word...might get an anurism in there too.." she'd started to rattle off the most morbid consequences of what this Titan's voice could do. as she rattled them off, up to, and including, ones head actually exploding, the Tiger made a nearly imperceptible nod as the Dragonfoxes eyes caught his. a simple greeting, and acknowledgement before he offered a collosal hand "...Anyway!" the Vixens sharpened voice suddenly called attention back to her as she clasped her hands together with the tablet tucked under an arm in the most giddy way possible "This, is for you" she pulled the tablet, and spun it around for Shade to see the orders on the surface "Transfer orders." on the tablet, was a long formal transfer script, followed by two cells of data, on the left side of each, was an unmistakeable image of the immortals in question with all their personally relevant data on the right. she continued, not needing more than a second to know that HE knew who it was she was seeking "For one Corbin Maan, ISN 'I' Dash four, two, and one Sasha Deltarose, ISN 'I' Dash Six, Seven." her voice suddenly turned stern "I expect you'll follow this order to the letter...are we clear Seargent Leshyr?"

[Duskmon]

Dus looked up at the tigar that made the rest of them look like they were made a tad bit short "He's HUGE" he said in his mind but projected it on accident. Although it made Sarah chuckle Ryan smacked him upside the head lightly

"Don't gawk at him Dus it's not very nice." Ryan scolded him only to fear the look he recieved from both Raze and Tal "sorry" he said in a voice just above a whisper.

Dus extended his mental projection to the tall feline "Is what she said true?" he asked with a child like enthusiasm that he seemed to show a bit to much while in the military.

[arinot]

Dorian laughed from his corner of the room... a deep and disturbed laugh

"Awww, you goddamn ONI b@$7$#*. Taking two of our best at THIS moment? Can't we wait till' this... emergency is over... ya' know?"

He rifted behind this... Zen person onto some crates. Looks weren't anything to him as of now. For him, she was as plain as a slate. He knew she was probably completely clean on her record and that she was just doing her goddamn job. But this was his team. He almost lost Suuks... well, she was still in danger. Not immediate, but she'd have to be extracted from the hunk she called a ship.... But god be damned if he lost those he fought along side with.

"You probably know my file, Zen. I didn't exactly become a soldier 'cause I wanted too... and I've had a record from before getting into the immortal project. But there isn't any turning back now. Our abilities complement one another. Without buzz, we loose the only other X immortal."

He gestured to Sasha

"And without her, we loose almost any resemblence of humor in this squad... and some amazing swordplay to say in the least."

He gestured to 'Titan'
"And no offence to him, but this isn't exactly the best time to work Mr. Deepthroat here into our group, considering what we're probably gonna be doin' in the next minute"

His voice went dead set emotionless... his brain was too overloaded to even approach the anger and wrath he was feeling... but he guessed his voice said all of that all the same

"We need them... please, tell me... is there anyone, any person in ONI we can contact? Any... oy..."

He slumped into the crate, trying to conserve the energy to stay up. His previous... outburst resulted in much extraneous activity. He wasn't entirely ready to go on another one. Plus the burns were really beginning to get to him.

"You're just gonna go on like the rest of em'... why am I even f***in' tryin'..."

He pulled off his helmet, to get let his skin breathe...

"You're just like the rest... goddamn machines..."

he sighed and then stood up. He felt some meager energy come back to him. It wasn't just anger... it was just a feeling of having a task.

"When's our next move Neo?... Goddamn ONI b@$721)$"

[Shade Leshyr]

Shade raised his hands, stepping between the titan in armor and Dorian, "How about we not be shits to our allies, ok Dorian," he looked at the vixen, "but he does have a point. What kind of assignment are you taking them for that supercedes the current situation," he gestured out the window, "we've got a super carrier on the surface."

Neo was fuming as the vixen flirted with Shade. Stepping up next to her, Neo shut off her radio and hissed quietly, "Keep your hands to yourself. He's not on the market." She stepped back and checked her gun several times to ensure it was still loaded, accenting her words.

Shade stared at the orders, his fingers curled tightly around the datapad. He removed his helmet and sighed, his ears splayed defeatedly, "These come directly from Hood, I can't deny this...," with reluctance, Shade signed that he'd recieved the orders and handed the pad to Zen.

Shade looked at Corbin and Sasha, smiling weakly, "I guess we'll see you at the war's end..."

[arinot]

"I'll be shit to who I damn please Master Gunnery Sargent Leshyr"
He laughed a little
"We don't take kindly to flirty girls who can't handle a gun properly. But I've bet you've taken lots of fire though"
His snicker held a light hearted, perverted edge to it alongside the fact that he was basically trying to get over it.
But his actions to cover Neo's ass were going well, mainly cause he didn't need more people knowing that she was having a relationship within her

"That said, Sargent Major doesn't want any of her unit to be screwin' 'round, though I'm pretty sure she's taken fire herself"
He laid back a bit more
"That said, if you wanted to have a good time, I'm pretty sure I could go outta my way"
He rifted onto another, closer, pile of crates and landed on his back
He grinned a bit, but it was hard to facilitate that fake grin. He just hope the fakeness of it didn't go through

The sooner she was creeped out and left, the goddamn better. He hopefully could figure out what to do when he could contact Roxy. Maybe she could pull a string? Maybe they could ask Hood themselves?

"But that's a matter for another time lil' girl"
He was also getting tired of the intimidating accent he was trying to pull off... made him sound more like a military hick
"I'm more worried about my pals here"

He got up, pushed off from the crates, and walked to the two he'd grown to know well.
He held his hands in his pockets for a while, gripping at the toys he knew they'd check for as soon as he did what he was gonna do.
But the joke was on them, because they weren't getting any of the live mics on them today. He'd slipped them on earlier on the jumpsuits underneath long earlier, and they weren't gonna realize it until they were far gone, a fact that demoralized Dorian a bit

He quickly hugged one of them in each arm
"I'm gonna miss putting putting bugs on you two. oh the great soundtracks and videos that could be made... You two try not to get killed... or shot... or anything that causes harm to y'all, aight'?"

He broke out of said hug
"We here in Sargent Major Neo's unit salute you two. Whatever platoon you two are entering, you'll be a great boon for them."

He then went into a uncharacteristic salute, helmet in one arm, salute about his head

[Buzzwolf]

"It's...quite alright Shade...I've been Called ONI fucker before" she cocked her head to the side with a smile "He's perfectly in the right to worry about his teamates...but Subsonic ain't fer you dearie. that one's my...ah...'Muscle'" She smirked, and her ear cocked as Neo made her threat

The titan glanced down at Dus, a low rumble issuing from deep within the armor "Sorry dearie" Zens eyes shot to Dus "Subsonic doesn't speak, nothing personal, he just...can't" her eyes darted back to Neo with a smirk

"How about you then sweetie?" she ran a clawed finger under Neos chin and drew away as Shade came back with teh Holo tablet "Lets say...why go for the arm...when you have a chance to stab the heart...hmm?" she grinned, no further information would slip her lips about the nature of their mission and tucked the tablet into a niche in her armor "A pleasure doing business with you sweetie" She ran a finger along Shades jawline as she passed him, doing exactly what she'd done to Neo, and even looking to her with a smirk before finding Sasha and Corbin in the group

"Sasha, Corbin, whenever you're ready" she tapped the beasts leg armor, and he lowered a massive handpaw for her to step up on, and she hopped up and dropped down on his shoulder

"What...? why...why do we gotta leave?" Sasha was practically in tears, this was her team, her brothers, adn sisters, in arms. this was her Family!

"Orders are orders sweetie, I'm sorry, but you were selected specifically for this...it can't be anyone else"

"But..." she turned to the first person near her and glomped them, crushing them in a hug, before she turned her eyes to the next and glomped them, repeating the hugging for each of the members of her team, getting out her sobbed farewells then, after checking she'd hugged everyone, at least once, she stepped up next to the Titan, and Nodded to Zen, ready to go as much as she ever could be.

Zen nodded respecitvely to her, then turned her eyes on Corbin "Corbs? think ya could tear a Rift for me? Hanger Twelve please" behind them, a rift tore up the wall, just enough for the Titan to clear, and opening out to Hanger 12. the Vixen and teh Titan stepped through without another word, quickly followed by Sasha as she tried not to cry any more. Corbin hesitated at the edge of teh rift, and turned back to Shade and the others, and snapped them a salute

"See ya in another life Brotha..." he then slipped through and was gone

[Shade Leshyr]

Shade, Neo, Tal, and Raze all returned the parting hug Sasha gave them, each whispering soothing words to her, then returning the salute that Corbin offered. Even as the rift closed behind them, it was hard to believe they were gone. Time seemed to stand still for the small group as the war raged on outside, far from their minds as each of them reflected on the two Immortals that had been there ever since Reach had fallen.

Shade quietly mused on it all, how he and Corbin had become almost like brothers, each there when the other needed help and trading banter back and forth between them. Corbin was one of the only three XI's and that more than anything placed a sense of comradeship between them. Sasha had always been a source of humor, even when things were going to hell and people were vanishing. The two of them had always been a source of optimism in a sea of doubt and fear...

Neo mused to herself on how much she'd come to depend on the two Immortals. Corbin was more dependable than any tank, more than any armored division she'd ever served with and actually had a personality unlike the drones that usually inhabited tanks. Sasha was as close to a sister as Neo had ever considered having, a brilliant tactical mind and a sense of humor that made even the icy commander smile...

Tal and Raze hadn't known the two for very long, but they could guess what was going through the minds of the others. Not only had the two been great assets to the team, but also a continuing source of inspiration for the Immortals. Raze had come to respect Corbin's fighting ability and knew better than anything that a woman with a tactical mind was not someone you wanted to be on the bad side of. Tal reflected that not only did the two follow orders flawlessly, they also had the vital ability to adapt to the situation around them...

and now they were gone...

Shade was the first to shake himself out of his stupor and return to the situation at hand. Gripping two spikes on the bomb, he spoke, "Come on guys, I say we give our comrades one hell of a firework to send them off." Dragging the bomb into the elevator, Shade keyed the button down to an airlock below them. As they descended, Leyra spoke, trying to take the edge off of the situation, "I know what you're thinking, and it's crazy." Shade shrugged, "So? Stay here." Leyra responded in an amused tone, "Unfortunately for us both... I like crazy."

[Tiger Sora]

Calia was cross legged on the ground, wiping tears from her face. She hadn't even known Sasha and Corbin a week but she'd still cried.

Slavoc nelt down to hug her, something he'd do for no one else but her. "Everything will be alright. We need to be strong right now Calia, nows not the time for tears". Slavoc pulled the tigress to her feet and wiped the last of the tears from her fur. He look right at her with a soft smile and she returned one as best she could. That was all the assurance Slav needed from her to know she'd be ok. The fox bend down and picked up her helmet, handing it to the tigress.

"Your going soft ya big softy". Calia sealed her helmet to her armor. Slavoc looked away from her and grabbed his own helmet he had perched on his rifle barrel and put it on. He didn't make a retort to her. The two ran into the elevator once Shade had the bomb inside.