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Paris, France

 

     You are currently standing at the wide park surrounding the Eiffel Tower, Paris's most prominent landmark. Streets extend into the surrounding buildings, with the French driving their characteristically reckless way. Off in the distance you can even make out the towers of Notre Dame.

 

Room Contents:

Ion Tzil'macht

Emily Briar

Kenya Momesa <Armored>

 

Obvious exits:

 Gates <G> leads to Monastery.

 Northeast <NE> leads to Brussels, Belgium.

 Southeast <SE> leads to Zurich, Switzerland.

 Southwest <SW> leads to Madrid, Spain.

Fly <Up> 

 

        Ah, the French countryside. Lots of grass and grape trees, snooty people and fog. And in the middle of it, on the ground with blood spurting from head wounds and a stab wound in his stomach, is the former Militant William Greathawk. His right arm is in a cast and, while shirtless, his entire torso is covered in what used to be white bandages. Mud, dirt and blood have discolored them and dragging himself through said mud and dirt has tattered them revealing first degree burns below.

 

        Reaching up to his jawline, he taps his subdermal and says weakly to the grass "Greathawk... escaped... help..."

 

<EDC> William's voice comes across the line weakly, "Greathawk... escaped... help..."

 

Ahh, Gay Paris (and it sounds like Pair-eeee), City of Luv. Frances jewel, a historical bonanza, a shoppers dream, a caffiene junkies wallow, a - You get the idea. What would such a fashionable city have to offer a straight laced business woman... Well, shoes usually if you ask the normal woman. But in this case, car parts is the official reason. Stalking an outskirted section of town, with stiletto heels clacking on the cobblestones is someone who looks like she needs to learn how to relax and enjoy the sultry countryside, have a glass of wine and let the world pass her by. Instead, she's talking on the usual cellular device, haggling with someone over the cost of some esoteric part. That is until another device clicks and sound filters along her jaw to her inner ear.

 

"Sorry, Pater, got to run, another call... Yeah, business. I'll get back to you on those tires. Remember, I'll be running a hard and hot track for the show. Yeah, I'll be there, maybe. Not set in stone, you know how these things go. Anyways, really, Ciao, wine on me next time, neh?" CLick goes the cell phone, off comes a smile that seems both at once dreamy and soft, replaced with a different sort of look, one that anyone who knows her would be.. mildy amazed. Hard, bitter and very very irate. A partially subconcious gesture and she almost, to the casual observer, seems to be humming to herself, footsteps taking her to another vehicle, a rental, but still pretty to looka t and a joy to drive.

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "ANyone else get that?"

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Johnson, get that triangulation thing going, William, keep talking or transmitting, we're coming for you buddy."

 

        Rolling along the countryside in a EDC future-jeep is Ion, hands on the wheel at 10 and 2, how's he seeing over the wheel? There's a phonebook, a very thick phone book beneath his keister. He was following a lead, someone had seen Emily in the area.. a women like that was hard to miss.

 

      Feet moved from gas to break once he heard William's voice twitter into his ear peice, it was like Bluetoothx10.. because Ion was too afraid to have the subdermal done.

 

<EDC> Iron Butterfly Ion Tzil'macht says, "I am being in area aswell, Mr. William, please, if location is available be giving it!."

 

<EDC> Airwolf says, "I have traced one line from my position, EDC Command."

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Excellent Governor, thank you for your assistence."

 

<EDC> Iron Butterfly Ion Tzil'macht says, "Ah.. um.. Hello Ms. Govenor."

 

                 Emily was safe and sound...well as sound as one who was concidered to be a few screw drivers short of a tool kit could be. Sitting in the kitchen of a house deep in the heart of the country side. It wasn't even noon and the woman was drinking wine. " I hate days like this. Damn people I ordered a pick up hours ago where the hell are they.."

 

        Continuing to crawl his way from the meadow to the tree line, William takes a moment to press the subdermal hard enough to put it on continual transmit. Grunts fill the channel as he makes his destination and rolls himself over to lean against the first tree he can get to. "France. Countryside. Frackin' grape vines." He reachs to his holster and pulls out his gun, chambering a round.

 

<EDC> William's channel clicks on again and you can hear grunts of exhersion, "France.  Countryside.  Frackin' grape vines."  The sound of a round being chambered into his pistol can also be heard.

 

Selena Llwyll gets into her rental, clicks the seatbelt into place, starts it up and off she goes - after laying a generous set of rubber marks on the pavement. Shifting like a pro, she heads to the wider moterways, weaving in and out of traffic like a native pariesian. Thumb tapping the controls on the wheel, she gets some music going, angry, low, rumbling, filled with screaming voices. Ahh, perfect for the mood. One hand on the wheel, the other pops the glove box open and pulls a gun out. Cursory evaluation, a quick downwards glance and it is slotted into the holster that fits without sign under her tailored suit jacket. She slides first one shoe off, then the other, tossing them over her shoulder into the barely there back of the car, reaching over to the passenger side in order to slip on another pair. "Damn, hate things like this. No time to prepare." She pushes her skirt up, flashing thigh to some random appreciative trucker while she slips a set of knives into another holster. "Gun, knives, what else.." Whipping through traffic more, picking up speed as she launches onto the moterway. "Alright." Pat to her hair at her neck and she picks up speed. Looking to be humming again, the short driver heads out of the city, doing well over any US speed limit.

 

Selena Llwyll receives a radio transmission.

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Keep talking to me, tsi, what kind of grapes, red or white?"

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "I'm actually within France's airspace.  Interception time estimated to 5 minutes."

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "WE have one line of triangulation, we need the other two to pinpoint."

 

        Ion receives the data, somewhere behind him, must have been that left turn. Shifting, he put her in reverse and got himself turned around befor going into drive again. There was no music in this humble little future-jeep, Ion couldn't figure out how to work it, too complicated, last time he tried a machine gun popped out of the hood.. he was strictly on a no more button pushing policy.

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> soars down into view from the skies above.

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> has arrived.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> is actually flying high above the countryside... he used to live here a few years ago but his estate here is long gone. He is here today for a much more serious reason, to rescue a follow EDCer, even if it's a Militant..oh sorry former Militant who was kidnapped by what Kenya considers is a terrorist group. Locking is armor computer on the location Johnson gave him, the benefactor commander slowly descends towards the ground.

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "Reroute any satellit you want but get me those coordinates"

 

<EDC> Airwolf says, "I can move to another location, but it will take time."

 

                 Emily who is getting restless, stands from the kitchen chair in which was supporting her. The glass of wine abandoned on the table top Emily starts pacing. This whole thing was setting off red flags left and right. It had been too long, too much time had passed. " Damn it..." she complaines more but there is no one with her to hear it." come and get me...show up someone..." Pushy? Or is it Emily just hates being alone?

 

        Having some sense of protection with his weapon in his hand, William tries to look about to see what color the grapes are. Upon the realization that he can't see much beyond the blood that's constantly dripping into his eyes, he sighs. "Itse (green). Too much ... gigv (blood). Can't see."

 

<EDC> William sighs, "Itse (green).  Too much ... gigv (blood).  Can't see."

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Green green. WHIte! White grape area."

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "rodger that"

 

Selena Llwyll hits the accelerator, whipping the car around a corner with a scream of tires burning themselves against the pavement. She reaches into her jacket, flips out the 'traditional' cell phone and thumbs a number, "Yeah... Bon Jour. Pater? Where's the white region near Paris? Yeah yeah, I'll take you up on the tour later, got a lead on something and you know how time gets short with these trips.. Yeah? Ah.. No no, nothing's wrong, just need to pick up something for a friend. You know how women get, got to be the perfect thing for the perfect occasion. Shea, she is cute. Tell you about her later. Owe you a drink. Ciao." Click, phone gets tossed to the passenger seat as the music once more swells ... Want to hold you close... beating heart as I whisper in your ear... The little glittery burnt orange sportscar races into the countryside. "Come on come on, give me more details.." She slaps the steering wheel.

 

<EDC> Airwolf says, "Do you still need another line?"

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Yup. Having trouble on our end getting another."

 

Selena Llwyll receives a radio transmission.

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "GOT another set *reads them off*"

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "Excellent"

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> summons a card of the area on the tactical screen of his helmet. Then he proceed to connect with the computer of the France tourism network to locate the white grape area. A few second later he gets the coordinates, "Greathawk must be somewhere around him" he mutters for himself. The masai warrior changes his flight course to reach the area as fast as possible. He needs to get Greathawk out of there as fast as possible...not because he likes him but because he needs to thwart the protectorate who reminf him way too much of the Militants.

 

         IOn sped down the dirt roads of the countryside, his foot urging the accelerator down and speeding the jeep along more quickly. But lo, it was not meant to be, something white and fluffy loomed onm the horizon.. as a matter of fact, several white and fluffy things, Sheep. Sheep impeded the jeep, a kindly sheperd ushering them across the road, Ion slammed on the brakes and thanked the police mascot for riminding him to buckle his safety belt, tires grinding across the dirt road, dust kicking up in his wake as he stopped a few yards away from the herd. The shepperd offered a 'whatchya gonna do?' shrug and Ion returned it with a 'It is okay but please be hurrying' smile.. and thuis.. the Sheep stopped the Jeep.

 

Selena Llwyll's car takes a sharp turn onto a lesser road, the pavement cracked. "Alright, getting closer no-*PO_WHOOF-FLUBflubflubflub-screeeeeeeeeeee* Hands tight on the steering wheel, working to control the now spinning car with flat tire, the short woman sets her jaw and fights her car to a standstill off the road, smoke, dust and gravel kicked up in a spray of debris. "G*******T! SON OF A... MOTHER OF... Frackin friggen, bloody AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!" Pounding on the steering wheel as a vicious stream of vile utterings ovrecomes the thumping of the music in a septic plume of language abuse. Some hair has loosened from her tight braid, "GO***9 (*&^&@*) Son.. fraggin, of all the.. GAH!" Jerked release of the seatbelt and she climbs out of the car, cursing up a bluestreak. A glare at the offending, now shredded tire.

 

        With a Tsalagi curse, William reaches into his holster and pulls out an attachment... for his gun... the one with bullets. As he screws the barrel extender onto the Desert Eagle, he shakes his head. Doing this normally isn't anything, and he very rarely remembers to pack them. But blind and with one hand... it's more of a mental challenge than a physical one. Putting the weapon in his lap, he reaches for the final time into the holster, grabbing the overly large shell. Sliding it down the enlarged barrel, he makes sure the weapon is always pointed to the sky as he pulls the hammer back. "Tell the flying wonder to dodge" he says with his usual venom when it comes to Benefactors, though obviously weaker than normal, and aims upwards. A quick silent prayer to the gods to move any branches that he can't see and he pulls the trigger, sending the distress flare into the sky.

 

<EDC> William says, "Tell the flying wonder to dodge. *sound of flare firing*"

 

                 Emily in her restlessness had decided to wonder out of the house at about the same time that Selena's car tire crapped out. She could hear screaching, faint flapping...and..cursing. A slight grin formed along her lips, well if her troops weren't going to come get her then at least she can go do a good deed. See Emily's not all evil! Sporting a pair of black capris and a red off the shoulder top, Emily makes her way down towards the sound, she was half prepaired that this person might not speak much english...other than the dirty words she had heard, it would be okay she would pass time helping the person then go back to the house and have another glass of wine. She plants a large smile along her lips as she approches the car not yet having gotten a good look at the driver." Bon Jour ! " she greeted cheerfully yay something to do besides be in that house worried and alone!

 

Selena Llwyll stalks to the back of the car, jerking the truck lid up. "Son of a.. how in the nine levels of hell am I going to get anywhere fast on a &%$#@$$#%  &$&^$$ &$#$^% doughnut!!!!" She takes a moment to 'hum' to herself while starting to unrig the tire changing rig. "Guh.." Looking around the trunk lid to see who inthe world is out in the back of nowhere, France. "Bon jour, Eh.. Pardon moi, Do you speak Engli---" She gets a look at her would be hero, smile that was as bright as a mornings sunrise setting into place as her diplomatic experience enables her not to gape open mouthed in stupified shock. Some widening of eyes, dialating of pupils and brows raising upwards. And one word is uttered without distain, venom or anything much of inflection. "You..."

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Get to him, I've got to change a flat out here in the back of &&%$#%%^$ ^%$$%*% nowhere ^*&%^$^*% France."

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> quickly reacts as a flare is fired only 1km in front of him, "I found him" he simply says. The Benefactor dives towards the point from where, he estimates, the flare was fired. However, he makes sure to run a quick scan of the area, this could after all possibly be a trap for 3 reasons : First, William is a Militant, secondly, EDC members captured by the Protectorate so far joined them and thirdly, William is a Militant.

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "I found him"

 

        Slowly they moved, bleeting and shuffling, one after the other, he thought to count them, one, two, three, four, fi-yawn-ve, six, se.. Fore somereason sleep reached out for the little Nebulon, his eye lids heavy, boots uncomfortable. William saved him from the spell of the sheep however, a voice inhis ear and then a flash of light in the sky, "I am seeing flare." remarked Ion into his radio as he shifted into gear, the road finaly clear. The jeep lurched past the sheep, a parting sentiment sent from the horn, Beep, beep!

 

<EDC> Iron Butterfly Ion Tzil'macht says, "I am seeing flare, I am on way to help transport."

 

                 Emily who is getting the faint impression that she knows this chick from some where, a quick glance toward Selena's clothes hmm maybe a paparatsi...eh outta shot her on site.. but Emily still plays it cool, though her smile faultered for a moment however in her most cheery voice she points at her self " Yes me I've come to give you a hand and I am very glad to hear you speak english my french isn't that good " she chuckles trying to play the hey I'm a bimbo and thus much to cute and ditzy to be much danger. it hasn't quite dawned on her Selena knows who she is fully yet.

 

        William sighs with relief, his weapon falling to the ground with his exhausted hand still wrapped around it. He leans his head back against the tree, straining to listen for the sounds of his rescue. Ah, there it is. That annoying engine sound of a Benefactor flying. And then there's the sound of an engine. Little blue man driving a big car. Wonder if they built him some stilts to reach the peddals. William fights for his consciousness as the blood continues to pour down the front of his face from all of the popped stitches.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante seems to be cursing to himself, as he has to fly out all the way to France. He told Rose that his exo-suit wasn't made for transport, but, it looks like he'll have to be the taxi for the General. Though this isn't gonna be fun, as Emily didn't give her coordinates before he left. "Great, now I gotta search for her..." The suit stays in the air, looking down at the city itself as he tries to locate the woman. Though little does Dante realize, that Emily is already getting herself into trouble.

Selena Llwyll's usually warm, honey brown eyes go flint cold a moment before she in turn responds to the bubbly, friendly Emily, "Oh Thank *GOD*, english." Eyes Widen as she pulls the tire iron out of the truck, "I was dreading changing this fragging tire. Not really dressed for it." Wave at her impeccable suit, stockings and heels with a soft chuckle. "Trying to make a meeting. Think I'm going to be late. Such is life, neh?" Good, firm grip on the iron, casual like. "KNow anything about cars?" Hopeful look, big eyes.

 

As he descends towards the ground, Kenya finally got a visual on William. He finally lands near him, casting his shadow on the former Militant, "Don't try to move Corporal Greathawk, are you hurt? Are they aftger you?" Kenya didn't see anyone but he still has a bad feeling. Placing his hand above William, he runs a quick medical scan on him, once it's completed, he opens his radio and transmit a quick message, "Ion, get here fast, he needs transportation."

 

Kenya Momesa pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on William Greathawk.

 

        "Only you, Benefactor" says William as he reaches up to wipe the blood out of his eyes. "I mean, no sir. Just peachy here. Bleeding to make sure I've still got some left in me." The former Militant turned EDC scout glares. Were he not already blinded by it, he might be seeing red. "Had a bad week."

 

                 Emily has decided to do the typical Emily thing and waltz over poking around in the trunk " I know how that goes I've been late for meetings a time or two my self." okay she's got a tire iron, so Emily reached over unbloting the jack " We need a jack first and I can get you on your way in no time at all flat tires are always a bitch when you are dressed nicely, I have no where important to go so I'll do the dirty work for ya." awful nice of Emily concidering Selena was probably plotting crowning her with the tire iron! Nothing says thank you like a tire iron to the head after all!

 

         Ion pulled onto the scene, tires grating upon dirt and gravel as he brought the car to a halt and hopped out, leaving the engine runing.. No he was not on stilts, Nebulons have naturaly long legs! Even if they helped his height very little. He hurried to get the first-aid kit out of the trunk.. but once he actualy saw William he thought the Body Bag to be more appropriate, "Oh my....."

 

Kenya Momesa receives a radio transmission.

 

Selena Llwyll smiles, a rather nice expression really. "Nah, I can do the dirty work myself, just nice to not be out here all alone. Never know who you'll meet." She toes her shoes off, pushing them under the car. "Going to ruin my stockings, but I travel with a spare pair or two. Accidents happen, and silk stockings are so delicate." Great, now Emily is also armed, so to speak. Good thing Sel put her gun under her jacket on her body. That'd be hard to randomly explain away. Blood on or in the car or let Emily have a step away. Paying for rental car cleaning is such a pain, and blood is hard to clean out properly before it sets.

 

Kenya Momesa transmits a message via radio.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante continued to try and get a hold of Emily, though her voice finally comes through. "Understood." He said to himself, and began to head towards the destination given. However, Dante is still unaware of the EDC troopers in the area. If any of them are actually sweeping the area with their radar, the Captain isn't being too discreet. Yet, the red and black Exo-suit is also very noticable in the sky.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> is far from being a medic, but he uses is built in medical kit to stop the hemorrhage as much as he can. Then he reaches down and lift William from the ground, "Don't worry, they will be able to fix you...Corporal." He walks over to the jeep and drops William on the back seat...well that wasn't gentle at all! Turning back to Ion, "Get him to the nearest medical facility. Once he's stabilized, make sure he is transferred to Alameda. I want two guard in front of his door. I will see him later." Suddenly, Kenya stops talking as he receives a radio transmission, "I got to go, be careful" he says before taking off and flying at full speed right towards Emily and Dante...

 

Kenya Momesa takes a few moments and patches up William.

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "Dante and Emily Briar have been reported to be in the area.  I'm moving to intercept"

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "Oh.. I know.. I know...."

 

        With a grunt, William lands on the back seat. The following groan can be heard pretty well by anyone in the area. Still, he remains unmoving except for his head and eyes as they watch the blue alien. "You do know how to drive this, right? I mean, they gave you some leg extensions or something so you can reach the peddels, right?"

 

                 Emily nodded " Always have a spare set and a spre for your spare " she continued smiling and knelt down peering at the under side of the car " So Where are you from?" Emily was looking for a place to put the jack to where it would support the weight of the car and not bust it and trying to feel out this owman a little more....she is definately familier to her for some reason.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante is already holding his position above the two women, as they talk with each other. "Oh god, I dont have the fuel for this..." He says, pressing the hand of his suit to it's face. Obviously, Dante wasn't really enjoying the flight out here, he had some repair work back at base. However, it seems Rose was busy, so he got stuck with picking up the General. "I really hope they don't decide to gossip..." Women, do they have to take their time?

 

         Ion snapped a salute, his blue hand nearly striking his brow in a wrong sided Karate chop, Kenya was Scary, almost as scary As Aya.. but more so in the physical sense, he doubted that Aya could take apart a Warthog as thuroughly as Kenya had, "Yes, Sir." came Ion's reply. He was quick in the seat and buckling in when William made his comment, words flowed from his lips, his native tongue, they were not unpleasent words but more a bitter observation, He situated his keister on the phone book and stretched out those long legs.. William would note that the seat was nearly all the way forwerd, "I am being good driver, I am assuring you." chimed Ion, this man was hurt, he had to be nice, "Now please be resting, I will have you to place of hospitality as soon as I am able." In otherwords, Shut up tall man! Ion brought the car back into gear and released the brake, to his cre3dit, he did not jamon the gass, no, their acceleration was steady as he got himself back on the road and headed towards the nearest hospital.

 

Selena Llwyll pads around the back of the car, trailing Emily, "They're a must have. And Paris has the best stockings in the world." Grip on the iron shifts. "Here and there. I've traveled the world, really. Seen a lot of interesting places and faces. West coast, east coast, China, Japan, Midwest USA, the orient." Grip shifts, she centers herself. "Most recently Mexico..." Voice a smokey, velvet tone. "Ayotzinco." She swings the tire iron. Not in a casual, wasting time way, but a deliberate 'byotch wants to hurt you' way.

 

Selena Llwyll misses Emily Briar with her Tire iron attack.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> is flying as fast as he can and soon his sensor detect an exo-suit and a car not too far in front of him, his armor quickly gives him the ID, it's Dante's exo-suit... and yes, on the ground near the car he can see Emily Briar. Momesa is not the backstabbing type so he gives then a chance to surrender, "Emily Briar, Dante Rodders. Drop your weapons and shutdown that exo-suit. You are coming with me."

 

<OOC> Kenya Momesa says, "Oh I thought he was hovering a few feet above you so everyone could hear me... well scratch Emily's name from my pose"

 

                 Holy Shit ! She did know her it was that short crazy Militant woman! Emily lucklily moved out of the way just in time to aviod the tire iron crowning she was about to recive, bits of the car flinging off Emily yanking the jack up off the ground " I thought I knew you for some where. I suppose that now that the cat's is out of the bag....no need to play nice now is there..." she smiled ever so sweetly and aimed to take a swing at Selena's batting arm with the tire jack.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante shifted the suit, and turned towards the approaching Kenya. "Shit, Kenya's here..." He says quietly to himself. Though, Dante notices the attempt to 'smack' Emily, and thusly his Exo-suit zooms down. The suit's feet slamming into the top of the vehicle, crushing it under the suit's weight. "Emily, run!" He says, and tries to swat Selena away from her. He however opens the compartment on the right forearm, and switches through the weaponry. "Lets see what this guy can take..." He says, and fires a laser shot at Kenya.

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> strikes Kenya Momesa <Armored> with Laser.

 

Emily Briar misses Selena Llwyll with her punch attack.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> is blasted by the laser, which leaves a burned mark on his left shoulder. For a moment he ponder shooting back at Dante but Selena could be hurt. First he needs to force Dante to move away, "Now lets see what you are made off betrayer." The masai warrior dives towards the car aiming his fist at the eo-suit's head and making sure none of the women are in the way.

 

Kenya Momesa strikes Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> with Armored Punch.

 

Selena Llwyll's tire iron hits the car with a thunk-screech of metal on metal, removing from the pretty panel flakes and curls of paint and metal. "Hello there, Miss Ayotzinco. Haven't seen you in quite a while." Conversational tone as she dances back, sidestepping and turning into a spin to avoid the jack to the arm. THe shooing from the armored man elicits another string of profanity. "Last time I think I was on your security detail. Pity, if I knew then what I know now, I would have let something 'happen.'." Not so nice smile as she makes a jump for the open trunk, getting a step up on it before leap-kicking at the other woman, using the car itself as a push point. "Have a few things to *duscuss* with you, woman to woman."

 

Selena Llwyll strikes Emily Briar with Leap-kick.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante is sent reeling back at the powerful punch, yet it just shakes him up inside the suit and leaves a nice dent. "Nice one Kenya, this is definitely why I respect you..." Though, the weapons rack begins to switch again. "Here's a present from me however." A 'Plink' sound can be heard, and a recoils seen from the exo-suit's arm. A grenade is actually fired towards the EDC Colonel. Dante wastes no time, as he knows that he has to keep a distance on the Benefactor. He's too big and powerful to be handled at close range combat, Dante would get torn apart by the juggernaut.

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> strikes Kenya Momesa <Armored> with Ballistic.

 

The grenades explodes near Kenya sending pieces a metal everywhere, one of it manages to find its way into Kenya's leg. The benefactor grunts in pain before replying, "I used to respect you too. But now you fight against everything I believe. To me you are no better than Ollin now." One of his shoulder mounted cannon starts to warmup before firing a burst of small projectile towards the exo-suit.

 

Kenya Momesa strikes Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> with Acid Pellets Cannon.

 

                 Like What the crap someone was over their head shooting and just, Emily was distracted by this and took the boot to the head and then stumbled backwards and then thump on to the ground. Man rough week, she glared at Selena " Well your conversation tactics could use a little work...." and with that Emily refocuses on Selena " Let's see if you really have the balls people say you do.." and with that she snaps her foot up in an attempt to kick Selena.

 

Emily Briar strikes Selena Llwyll with kick.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante's left arm goes up, using the riot shield as best he can. Though, the cannon shot just busts right through, and acid is spread all along the Captain's arm. "Damn..." Dante says to himself, as the acid begins to eat away at the plating of his suit. "Sometimes a man must carve out his own destiny, it's not something I think you would understand." The weapon rack begins to shift back to the laser cannon, as it whines to a full charge. "It's no different than if I had resigned, I would have found myself within the ranks of the Protectorate."

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> misses Kenya Momesa <Armored> with its Electricity attack.

 

Selena Llwyll's foot hits and she lands back on the ground, not smiling any more. "I'm really not interested in having a conversation." Twist, bare foot slips on the broken pavement and she gets kicked back, hitting the car. *oof*. A shake of her head and she raises the crow bar, "Now who's got poor conversation skills. And really, you shouldn't listen to rumors." She starts to cirle, finishes half of that before scooting back in with a quick flourish of the bar. The other hand raises and strikes, the bar being naught but a feint. Open handed slap attempt. "Stay away from *MY* William, little girl."

 

Selena Llwyll strikes Emily Briar with slap.

 

Right after his attack, Kenya charges right at Dante, hoping to reach him while he's busy dealing with the acid. Unfortunately for him, Dante is a well trained solider and before Kenya could reach him, he fires back. The Benefactor commander seems to dance into the air and the beam misses him, "I'm sure Hitler said the same thing..." Kenya clenches his fists and 2 energy blades pops from his wrists as he swings them towards the exo.

 

Kenya Momesa misses Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> with his Energy Wrist Blade attack.

 

                 Emily is slapped her head snapping to the side, her lip was split and she could taste blood this woman...this wo...wait a damn second did this woman just say /her/ William. Emily's eyes cut sharply and if one looked hard enough there might have been visions of flames shooting fourth. " I some how doubt he was your William..." she says with a measure of well practiced calm which was not too calm in fact it was more like a hiss. Emily was failing at keeping her temper out of this and before long the brused Emily sprung up and was aiming to tackle Selena to the ground " I'll beat your *radio edit* face in" growled Emily as she was attempting to pounce on Selena.

 

Emily Briar succeeds in grasping Selena Llwyll, throwing her off-balance.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante is also an expert at piloting the Exo, and probably to Kenya's surprise, the Glaive actually jumps out of the way. His suit landing behind the Selena's now destroyed car. Leaning back, the suit strikes the car in an attempt to send it at the Benefactor. "Don't be so close minded!" Roars Dante in anger, as he's not really up to hear EDC propaganda. "Also, I must thank you, if you hadn't allowed me to leave after Emily, then I wouldn't be here now..."

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> misses Kenya Momesa <Armored> with its kick attack.

 

"I'm not close minded but I have moral beliefs and a sense of ethic." The masai warrior doesn't even move as Dante launches his exo's foot towards him, instead he catches the foot before it can reach his chest, "You are such a disappointment..." Even as he's speaking, Kenya twist the exo's leg and using all his strength, he attemps to smash its knee into the ground.

 

Kenya Momesa strikes Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> with Knee Breaker.

 

Selena Llwyll's slap connects.. and it's just not as satisfactory as the evidently hot-blooded cherokee thought it would be. With eyes like flint, she goes to step back, instead ending up being grabbed at. With a biting tone, she spits out, years of venom that she's held back being let loose, "Mine. I watched him, I guided him, I am his friend, his kin in this strange place. We speak the same language, he and I, we share the same blood, redder than red." A sharp jerking back as she works to loose herself from the grip, jacket buttons popping open. "We are both windwalkers, he and I. Something far deeper than a *pretty* face that hides a serpents tongue would ever understand. I am a patient woman." Crowbar arm struggles to come up before she topples over with Emily. "Damn you for your eyes, woman." she spits, making a fist to cross-cut at Emily's head. "Damn you."

 

Selena Llwyll strikes Emily Briar with punch.

 

        Well, this just won't do. William sitting in the back of a jeep while being driven around by a blue guy that can barely reach the peddals. "Corporal Tzil'macht. We're going to that battle." His voice is calm and even. "They may need your help and I'm not dying yet. Turn the vehicle."

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante lets out a yell of pain, as his knee is basically hyper-extended beyond mortal belief. "Ahhh!!!" Thankgod the suit took most of the blow, or Dante would've ended up with a broken leg. "You'll pay for that!" He yells out, and slams his fist forward. Yet, at the last moment twin blade extends from the suit's wrists, and Dante tries to slice at the Benefactor's faceplate.

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> strikes Kenya Momesa <Armored> with Blade.

 

        Ion at the wheel, he can reach those peddles just fine thank you very much! He's angled the inside rear view mirror to allow him to keep a eye on William. Upon his squad mates request, Ion sighs, yes, there was a fighgt, and his Exo-suit was compressed in the trailer that was toddling along behind the jeep, connected to the hitch.. but.. he had his orders, "I am being sorry, Mr. William" expressed Ion honestly, "But I am having orders from Mr. Momesa" or Mr. Mom as he liked to call him in his letters home, "I am to be getting you to hospital and then home as soon as able. Both Ms. Llwyll" wow, and pwople say his last name is hard, "And Mr. Momesa will be being fine, both are soildiers. They are having their duty and I am having mine."

 

The blades bounces on Kenya's helmet leaving what's looks like scars into its faceplate, "You are driven by anger that's why you don't see that you are working towards your world's destruction." The benefactor pushes his opponent away. He looks calm and completely in control, "For the futur of the planet, you and your friends must be stopped." Kenya raises his right arm and aims the palm of his hand at Dante, "I know it, I saw it." he simply says before firing at Dante.

 

Kenya Momesa misses Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> with his Gauntlet Blast <High> attack.

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    A high pitched whine can be heard, as Dante slips away from the large juggernaut. "So, you think that anger can be a total weakness? You're a fool, sure it can hold you back, but it can also increase you performance!" Dante aims his right arm at the Colonel. "No matter what, I will always respect you Kenya...Colonel, even though we don't exactly see eye to eye.." Both Metaphorically and physically. With that, the laser cannon lets off another powerful shot.

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> misses Kenya Momesa <Armored> with its Electricity attack.

 

        Raising a brow, William shakes his head as he looks into the mirror. "Corporal. As a professional courtesy between two people of the same rank, I am asking you to help your allies. If you refuse again, I will not ask but demand. And you will -not- enjoy my demands."

 

                 Emily is struck with the punch her head snapping back into the cement, theres blood quite a bit of it. " Perhaps it's not your walk and talk that's the problem.." Emily's eyes were blurry and something else seemed to be bothering her and from who the hell knows where Emily produced her taser, good thing she was paranoid and always had some kind of weapon she tried for pressing it to any part of Selena she could get it on " You don't know a damn thing about me or about US!" Woah nelly Em was loosing it.

 

Emily Briar misses Selena Llwyll with her taser attack.

 

Quick, viper quick, or someone who has trained well, Selena's other hand grapples with Emily's taser one, pushing it to the side as the weapon discharges itself to the air. There is some slight hair raising, nothing to squack about. "Anyone can be blinded by what's pretty on the outside." Eyes narrowing, "One day your pretty shell will age, wrinkle, then the world will see the cancerous inside you have tried to hide. The outside will match the inside." Wrenching herself around in the grapple-thrash of the two women fighting on the ground. "I hope you've made peace with your gods, little girl, none of them like to be lied to." Up comes a knee as Selena tries to help Emily meet that bony part of her body, with predjudiced force as needed.

 

Selena Llwyll strikes Emily Briar with Knee to something important.

 

Emily Briar falls to the ground unconscious.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> grunts, "Adrenalin junky..." He spins on himself like a masai dancer, barely avoiding the incoming blast. "Your kind will fail Dante. I will stop the Protectorate, I have too. I couldn't save an Earth, I won't fail saving this one. You will be judged for your acts Dante, you will have a lot of time to think about what you did and I hope that in the end, you will see the truth but for now..." Kenya waits long enough for his battle computer to emit the *bip* that indicates that the target his locked, before firing a volley of missile towards the exo-suit.

 

Kenya Momesa strikes Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> with Mini-Missile.

 

        IOn's brows furrowed as his attentioned turned to the road, a glance to the GPS unit that was guiding them to the hospital.. still quite some ways to go. At first, Ion's heart ached with sympathy, a wounded soldier who seemingly wanted nothing more then to aiod his comrades, it almost brought a tear to his eye, almost. The William nudged a threat in there, he would have done better to try and pry at Ion's sympathies, he didn't respond well to threats. His large eyes narrowing, Ion's foot grew a little heavier on the peddle, "I am having orders" repeated Ion once more, "And threats are not changing that you are wounded quite seriously, I am not taking wounded soldier back into battle zone no matter how stubborn or pig headed soldier is being." replied Ion tersely

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante is just torn to shreds by the missile fire, his suit being lit up by the mini-barrage. All you can hear is a static 'SSSHHRIITTZZZ' Come from his suit, as it flies into a wall of a building. "Too strong..." Dante says, and looks as his General falls to the ground. "Reroute all p...*ugh*" He says, coughing up some blood onto his screen. "All power to thrusters..." With that, Dante leaps at Emily, and picks her up into his arms. He turns around, and makes a dash for it into the sky.

 

                 Emily's prior injurys were not healed plus she seemed to have keep getting hurt, her eyes go wide and in spite of her pissed off state it was lights out. Oh man was she gunna be pissed off when she woke up.

 

Selena Llwyll rolls at the sound of the exo thrusters being so close and comes up off of the ground with.. of all things, an 18" short sword. That she pulled from a spine sheath. That was hidden by the combination of excellent tailoring and her wrist thick braid of raven black hair. Eyes narrowed, she watches the exo spirit Emily away. "Going to have to watch out again." Muttering to herself as she spits some blood and dirt out of her mouth, "That one won't let me get that close again. Damnit to hell... Damnit all to hell." She looks around, now in full blown paranoid form, eyeing Keyna with some amount of trepidation.

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "She got away."

 

<EDC> Airwolf says, "Shall I pursue?"

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "You're not one of ours, Governor Airwolf. DO as your concience dictates."

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> raises his arms to strikes once more at Dante but it would kill Emily... he hesitates. " seconds later, they are out of range. The benefactor lower his arm. "At least we got Greathawk. Perhaps he will have some valuable informations for us." he glances around before transmitting to Ion, "Emily Briar and Dante ran away. What's your status?"

 

Selena Llwyll looks at her less than pristine suit, bloodied and torn in a place here and there. "Well, my stockings are ruined, the rental place is going to have a fit over that dent and I've got dirt in my mouth. How are you?" With careful and practised ease, she resheathes the blade, guiding it back under her jacket. Hair is smoothed out to conceal the hilt that just barely protrudes over the collar. Then she begins buttoning her jacket, dusting it off.

 

<EDC> Iron Butterfly Ion Tzil'macht says, "We are still being in transit, Sir."

 

        Normally, William would pull a gun on the alien and -make- him do his bidding. But as he hears that Emily's escaped and that the fight is over, he sighs. "They could have been killed. And had things been going the other way for them, your inactivity could have killed them." He slumps down further into the seat. "The Benefactor would be of no concern to me. But Ms. Llwyll..."

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "Good.  I'll meet you later."

 

<EDC> Iron Butterfly Ion Tzil'macht says, "as in meet up at the hospital."

 

<EDC> Kenya Momesa says, "Exactly"

 

         "Is doing fine." added Ion to William's concern. "Such thinking is being useless, what happened is having happened, what did not happening is not happened." claimed Ion, clumsily trying to relay a bit of Nebulon wisedom. A sign ambled by on the side of the road, it was french, but the red cross lead him to beleive it meant hospital, "Now, we are getting close."

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,    Dante lugs the unconscious form of Emily back with him, his suit has taken major damage from the Benefactor. He has no other choice but to run, for now. Atleast now, he knows what he's dealing with.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> walks over to Selena and the car wreckage, "Sorry for your car. I couldn't reach him in time." He looks up in the sky but he doesn't see any Protectorate rienforcement, "Well there gone. I can call you a transport and bring you to Ion's jeep if you wish."

 

From Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders>,            Emily is practicing the art of I'mknockedoutjitsu there for can not kick ndn scream "i'll get you and your little braids too" at Selena.

 

        "France" William mumbles to himself. "Couldn't you have just called 999 and gone back into the fight?" He puts his uncasted hand on his forehead. Shaking his head, he asks "Has anyone picked up my dry cleaning since I've been gone, or do I owe them a storage fee now?"

 

Selena Llwyll turns.. looks at the car.. and signs, "Great.. Another car bites the dust." Thoughtful frown, "This one's covered. They arn't alien threats, they're terrorists so the insurance will take care of it." Glaring a moment at the poor, smushed car. "Think you could give a girl a lift, Mr. Momesa? Ahh, to Ion and wherever he's run off with William would be great. I can have a tow pick this up here without being around."

 

         "999?" asked Ion, curiously only to shrug it off a moment later, "We were being more concerned about things that go into clothes then clothes themselves. You wwere not being leaving sticky notes to do so either."

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> nods and gently grabs Selena, taking great care to not hurt her (he would hear the end of it if he did) and soon they are up in the air. The benefactor doesn't speak until they arrives in sight of Ion's jeep, then he emits, "Ion, stops for a moment please, Miss Llwyll needs a lift to." Then he descends slowly towards the group, releasing Selena as soon as he lands.

 

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> soars upward into the sky.

Exo-Suit Glaive <Dante Rodders> has left.

 

Selena Llwyll holds on, eyes wide for the duration of the trip as bruises make themselves known, adrenalin wearing off. "I need a drink." muttered. "Thank you, Kenya. For both the lift and keeping that other one away from me and the business I was involved in."

 

        As ordered, Ion brought the car to a halt on the side of the road near Momesa and Selena, Will had seemingly taken a nap at this point, maybe he tired of argueing with Ion, Maybe Ion employed the Nebulon neck pinch, who was to say. Leaning over he opened the door as best he could, straining to reach the other side of the car from his perch atop the phone book for a moment befor he pushed the door open for Selena

 

Selena Llwyll dusts herself off and climbs into the jeep passenger side, giving Ion a tired smile. "Thank you." She checks her pockets, smoothes her rumpled and torn attire, "Lets get him someplace safe. Mr. Momesa, where to now?"

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> nods at Selena, "My pleasure. I only wish we could have captured them... anyway, you two bring Greathawk to the nearest hospital. I'll make sure to send an EDC transport to bring you back to Alameda."

 

         Ion nodded to Momesa, "I would be offering you ride aswell, Mr. Momesa.." remarked Ion, looking up at Momesa through the sun roof, he didn't feel he needed to further explain. Nodding, Ion shifted the jeep back into gear and with his new passenger he made his way hastily to the Hospital.

 

Selena Llwyll settles in for the ride, eyes half closing, hands folded primly in her lap.

 

Kenya Momesa <Armored> nods at Ion, "Thanks. I must go back to Alameda now...perhaps the satellit managed to track them down. Be careful on the road" he adds with a grins before taking off.

 

Selena Llwyll casually reaches into her jacket, takes a handgun out and sets that in her lap. "We'll be careful, Momesa. You be careful as well. That is a long trip."

 

        IOn's eyes turned to the gun resting in Selena's lap.. guns, everyone loved to brandish guns, why not hand shakes? Those were good too! Ion eyed the weapon with just a shade of nerves, "I am promising that I am good driver, Ms. Llwyll." remarked her blue chaufer.. or whatever you called a driving person, "There is no need for the gun point."

 

Kenya Momesa soars upward into the sky.

Kenya Momesa has left.

 

Selena Llwyll shakes her head, "This isn't for you, this is in case of any further road trouble." Faint smile and she looks into the back at William, just to see how he's doing.

 

        William pipes up from the back seat, "Tsi, unalii?" He smiles, the blood loss finally starting to get him feeling less than perfect, though it could also be the lack of adrenaline in his system now. "I never knew."

 

Ion Tzil'macht is unknowing of their shared tongue, so he kept quiet, atleast William wasn't being mean anymore. Ion kept driving, the Hospital steadiloy getting closer, he tried to be as inobtrusive as he could . o O(Just please do not being having the make out in my back seat..) thought the little Nebulon.

 

Selena Llwyll's brows go up, cheeks get a flushed, just in from a run hue and she nods, "I'm not to sort to go throwing words into the wind if they can do more harm than good." Smiling faintly. And remaining firmly in the front seat.

 

<EDC> Airwolf says, "I'm sorry to say that I lost them. Mr. Rodders summoned backup, and as I was reluctant to engage them, I fell back to avoid further attack."

 

<EDC> Selena Llwyll says, "The aid is greatly appreciated, Governor."

 

        "I tried to go back for you" William says weakly, not sure if it's the blood loss or the pain that's making him have a hard time understanding Selena. "This one" he says with a nod to Ion "refused. He also does not listen to threats."

 

Selena Llwyll chuckles softly, "I am fine. You, need a doctor. There is more of you outside than inside, I think." A glance at Ion, a smile to try and reassure the lil blue guy before she turns to watch William some more. "Rest, you're safe now." Nope, not mentioning the cat fight at all.

 

        Ion smiled, a understanding thing as he returned her nod. He remained silent, a third party. That is until Selena spoke of being safe, "I am telling him that, he is not believing me." piped up Ion, a glance into the mirror, more blood.. there is only so much first-aid can do. Ion's foot grew heavier on the peddle and prayers of green lights.. or were they blue here? danced about in his mind.

 

 

        "Wili nahdvga (Will do in Tsalagi)" says William, eyes closing. "Te falte mi amigo (I missed you, my friend in SPANISH)." He lets out a sigh and then slips into unconsciousness.

 

Selena Llwyll says, "I came to make sure we got you back. That I got you back. Just relax, I won't let anything happen to you on my watch, tsi." Keping her voice soothing and calm while trying not to get overly emotional about the condition William is in. She'll have a quietly hysterical moment on her own time. "We have a call in ahead to the hospital, Ion? And ignore the speed limit, just drive like the devil is on your tail."

 

Ion Tzil'macht's foot has already urged the peddle nearly to the floor, "What is Devil?"

 

Selena Llwyll ahhs, "Something you don't want catching you. Decepticons fit the bill."

 

Aaaand... they get to the hospital, yes?

 

Ion Tzil'macht hopes so, other wise, Will's going to be left in a french stripclub.

 

William Greathawk is all for being passed out in French strip clubs.

 

Selena Llwyll would not be happy.. no.. no not at all.

 

William Greathawk would.

 

Were he conscious.

 

Upon arrival at the hospital, a medical team rushes out to get William from the jeep, speaking rapidly and fluidly in.. french..

William Greathawk doesn't understand French, but he kisses it.

 

Ion Tzil'macht upon arrival, Ion speaks broken, slow english, in a elevated tone while waving his arms about.. not.. he doesn't knoiw that it doesn't work.

 

Selena Llwyll slides out of the jeep, stares at the people and says, "Englich, si vous plais." Which means, that now they speak in heavily accented english. Poor Ion. "Yes yes.. " She does the take charge thing, answering questions. "Yes, no.. No.. Yes.. Absolutly not.. No.. yes." And they haul William into the hospital. "Ion, would you park they jeep, they're going to take him into triage and start working on him."

 

William Greathawk is rushed away to triage as they start working on him.

 

        It was hard enough understanding a alien language, but understanding it when it was mixed with a different sort of alien language? Yeah, no dice. He is eternaly thankful when Selena stepped in and took charge.. he'd have to get her a fruit basket! Nodding his acknowledgement, Ion hurried to park the jeep in a spot where it wouldn't be towed, having to bail a jeep and a stored Exo from the hooscow would not be fun.. or cheap

 

As the French medical team triages Willaim, getting him stable, the arrangements are made for a medical transport for William to get back to EDC HQ in the states. Calls are made, papers signed and the weary team heads home courtesy of the EDC and their amazing global network of plains, trains and automobiles. It's been a long week for some of our heroes.

 

EDC Medical Facility

 

     One of the most advanced medical facilities the military has to offer, this room has it all. Rows of rest beds for the injured and a storage closet filled with high-tech medical equipment. It has everything needed for patients, from the most serious diseases to a tiny splinter. Everything is sterilized on a regular basis and a staff of trained EDC nurses only a call away.

Room Contents:

Ion Tzil'macht

Gumby Medic <EDC>

 

Obvious exits:

 North <N> leads to Hangar Bay <EDC>.

Selena Llwyll has arrived.

 

William Greathawk moans and groans.

 

Selena Llwyll watches as William is settled in, complete with IV lines, hoses, tubes in 'special' places, the works. She pulls out a bottle of wine, settles on a chair and waits.

 

Kenya Momesa comes from the Hangar Bay <EDC>.

Kenya Momesa has arrived.

 

Michael Briar has arrived.

 

Selena Llwyll is sitting in a chair, with an opened bottle of wine watching the medical staff tweak the stuff hooked into William. Other than the bottle of opened wine being A: opened and B: a good swallow being taken from it every once in a while being odd, her attire is a bit so as well. Torn stockings, messed up hair, business suit all grubby and ripped in places and no shoes.

 

         Ion wasn't one of William's snugglebunnies, thus he felt that he could return to his quarters and get showered. That's why he's late to William's funer.. wait.. He's alive? Ion took all those extra turns and side tracks and this rude, not-at-all nice man is still alive!? Well if that just don't peat all.. "How is he being?" asked the blue fellow, now cleaner and with a change of clothes

Announcement: Rodimus Prime shouts, "TP Night will be starting shortly. Everyone who wants to take part, be ready to make your way to Cybertron very soon."

 

        William is laying, currently unconscious, on the table. His bandages have been cleaned up and he looks better than he did, but still bad. His entire torso is covered with bandages, under which lie first degree burns from the point blank shot from Dante and stab wound in the stomach, an addition compliments of Rose during his time tide to a table there. Over 200 stitches cover his face here and there and there are other various bumps and bruises. His right arm is in a cast from the time when he hit that wall at a very high rate of speed and then hit the ground below it.

 

Selena Llwyll whiffs air in a sigh, "Well, he's stable. Pretty damn well beat up though." Sip.. "Lots of stitches, some other things, broken bones. Pretty much the entire gamut of a good beating." Sip.

 

         Ion's brows furrow in worry, "All of this was not happening a the UN building.." noted Ion, "He was being tortured like Mr. Briar?"

Selena Llwyll nods slowly, "Yup. That would be my not so professional opinion. Not nagging the doc so they don't have to repeat the full report until the General gets here." Another long draw from the bottle of wine.

 

        With a groan, William turns his head. The drugs must be wearing off... AGAIN! Why can't he just stay drugged and unpained for like an hour!

 

Michael Briar walks into the medical bay. No, he hasn't heard about William coming back. Way too soon for him to know. Michael walks in and down the rows of beds while heading for one of the nurses. He talks to the nurse a little bit before she moves off towards the back. Probably getting some antirejection pills for the new cybernetics.

 

        Ion's worry sets in deeper, threatening to etch itself into the Nebulon's features, "But.. are not many being former allies?" asked the Nebulon, "How can anyone be doing this to other person.. even former friend!?"

 

Selena Llwyll heaves another sigh, pushing a bedraggled strand of hair out of her face, wincing at a bruise forming. "Ideals make people do strange things, Ion. Sometimes it's an us verses them, no matter who the 'them' are or were." She quiets, watching William move and make noise, brows raising in alarm. "Sometimes, people just do bad things. To us, it's bad, to them, it was for a goal, to reach something else, to achieve.. something." Long swig from the wine bottle, "Doesn't make me want to not kick the snot out of them myself for what they did, but I can understand what the general reasoning behind it could have been." She shrugs, makes a face. "Now I need some ibuprofen. Bah, not with wine."

 

Apocryphacius feels as if he ought to visit and offer good cheer and whatever, even if William is scary. He thought about just sending a card, but eventually, he concluded that would probably been more awkward. Also, William was beat up by humans, right? That means he won't scream. Hopefully. So a Quintesson with a little Hallmark 'Get Well Soon' card pokes into the medical ward.

 

Michael Briar takes the pills that the nurse gives him and downs it with a water chaser. He shakes his head as he hates taking pills, then turns back towards the small group around William's bed. Michael about drops a load and walks quickly over to it saying, "So when did he show up again?"

 

        Opening his eyes, William looks like he's feeling as bad as he looks. "Tsi" he says in greeting to Sel. "Uyohusv ale asgitisdi? (Dead or dreaming)" he asks her. He tries to push himself up in the bed to a sitting position, taking in the fact that Ion is there and there that Quint thing. He does his best to raise a brow, but that's about all he can muster at the moment.

 

        Ion knew this to be true, conflict drove people to do horrible and unthinkable things, he had seen it in the history of many planets, earth included. He could only nod, those wide eyes gazing downwerds as he allowed the thoughts to plague him for but a moment, "Ms. Llwyll, are you minding if I am waiting-" Hup, officer on the deck, Ion is cut off, Briar appearing, turning to face him, he manages a smile, "A short while ago, Sir. We are being newly returned from France." informed the blue fellow.

 

Selena Llwyll looks up slowly at the General before she slides out of the chair she was in, wine bottle in hand while stepping to Williams side. Small smile as she looks down and gently touches a hand to his cheek. "Alive, Tsi. Now now, no moving around or you'll undo all the neat stitchwork these doctors have done. Let me report to the General, neh?" Hand resting next to his she looks over at Ion, "I don't mind if you wait, Ion. I didn't thank you for driving so well in France, did I?" Distant frown, "Ahh, General sir, we've arrived in the past hour or.. maybe two. I put a brief report up for your perusal and notification. Momesa drove off Rodders after we had help triangulating Greathawks signal. A governor we've recently spoken to aided with that but was unable to track them to their lair due to interferance. He was outside of Paris."

 

Michael Briar nods slowly taking in the words. Last report mentioned they were moving up to that area, makes sense. "How badly hurt is he?" he asks, not really wanting to bother William for the information since he's resting.

 

        "Just a few broken bones, a knife wound and some burns, General." replies William for himself. "Should be back up in a few days."

 

Apocryphacius makes the proper salutes. Then, he scoots over near William and sets the card down on a handy-dandy table. It's one of those darn little teddy bear cards, too. Apocryphacius signed it, and his handwriting is far too neat for someone who wants to work in the medical field.

 

Selena Llwyll raises both brows, "Well, internal injuries are stabilized. He's got a broken arm, over 200 stitches, first degree burns and a veritable plethora of bruises, bumps and contusions." Manages a soft chuckle as William lists the injuries, "Docs call on how long he'll be out." She watches Fi put the card on the table, blinks a moment then looks at the ceiling, breathing slowly and deeply before looking back at the General with bright eyes.

 

Michael Briar can only smile at that. Another reason the Quintesson is harmless, if even Loveable. Maybe he'd make a good kids show host someday? Apoc's Playland or something like that. He says, "Yeah, shouldn't be too long. Week at best if I were to guess. Well, maybe I was wrong about Emily loving him..."

 

        William looks at Apoc, curiosity on his face as he tries to reach over to get the card and fails. He continues to try but the angle is all wrong, and he's still trying to talk. "No, sir. She did love me." He grumbles and glares at the card, making a desperate grab for it as it teeters on the edge of the table. Finally getting it, he rolls over to his back and sighs. "She loved me very deeply, but she couldn't understand my refusal to betray those I serve with." He nods at Briar, "You specifically, sir." With card in hand, he begins reading, a smile crossing his lips. Looking up to Apoc, he nods, "Thank you."

 

Selena Llwyll raises a brow, "Well, that explains..." trailing off, eye getting a flinty edge. She shakes her head, makes a face and takes a moment to pull that chair over closer before sitting in it. Sip of wine, "..."

 

Michael Briar looks taken back on that. He of all people would be the one Briar would figure that would leave for one reason or another. Michael looks down at William and nods moving over to his bed. He puts a hand 'gently' on the good shoulder and says, "I'm sorry this happened to you William. I really am. I know how you must feel, putting duty before relationships...even if it's one with my sister."

 

Selena Llwyll carefully sets the bottle of wine aside, even recorking it. A deep breath, a shake of her head and she sits there quietly, fiddling with the torn edge of her jacket. She's frowning, lips twitching as she mulls over something herself, how to phrase it, especially in light of... "She's not looking so good herself right now. Probably won't be up and out for a few days. Gives us some time to work with what we do know." There, diplomatically. For the moment. "Don't think she has internal injuries though, might be. Wasn't.. that observant when I did see her."

 

Apocryphacius almost looks startled that he was noticed. Maybe in his mind, he's unobtrusive. He bobs in a nod and says quietly, "Quite welcome. Sorry, ought I have placed it closer?" He did note how hard it was William to grab the card. He listens along to the others, a little confused by the humans' talk.

 

Michael Briar holds up a hand, "It's ok Captain Llwyll. Don't worry about upsetting me, she's my sister and leading a group that wants our asses. Not my wife or anything." He looks at William and says, "Rest up...then report what you learned there. Oh, and I'm going to ask Krystal to give you a scan, just in case." He gives a smile and there is for sure a small streak a paranoia running though Michael right now. Who can blame him?

 

        Letting out a breath, William nods, "Thank you, sir." Turning to face Sel as she tells her story, he raises a brow. Speaking in Tsalagi, he says "Thank you for the rescue, tsi". Normally there'd be actual Tsalagi words in this pose, but the player can't find full sentences, so this will have to suffice. "I owe you my life... again." again in the Cherokee language. He leaves that decission up to Sel as he answers Apoc. "I'm just a little stiff." Turning back to Briar, he nods. "Understood sir. She knows where to find me."

 

Apocryphacius notes that those suffering from rigor mortises are also a little stiff. Ever curious, he inquires, "What is that language?" He winces at the mention of Krystal. That didn't go well.

 

Selena Llwyll sighs, winces. Wine will only mask discomfort for so long before you just end up drunk. "Not trying not to upset you, trying to maintain decorum. One can't just blurt out to ones commander, 'Hi sir, I beat the everloving frag out of your sister.' and expect roses and candy." Blink.. maybe she shouldn't have drunk that wine that fast. "Not only is it just improper, there's a certain lack of delicacy and tact as well as the theoretical diplomatic nightmares should she be determined to be a world power at some point." Blink, sheepish smile. "Tsalgi... Cherokee, Fi. William and I both speak it."

 

Michael Briar shakes his head, "She's my sister and 'our' enemy now. Any ties I had with her were cut at the UN. But I suppose that was a long time coming anyway. So if you say you beat the crap out of her, please, let me know. Heh, I'd love to hear the details." he says with a slight grin.

 

        William winces at the mention of Emily's beat down... or was that just really poor timing? He moves a bit more, trying to find a comfy spot to settle down in. "She's an idealist. She and her traitors feel that they are doing what is best for this planet." He looks to Apoc, then the overly quiet Ion, then back to Briar. "They want to rid it of anything not originally of this world... and this world being the one in this universe, no others."

 

Selena Llwyll raises both brows. She might be the enemy but she's still family.. Ahh roundeyes, she just doesn't understand them sometimes. "Not much to detail, sir. It was one of those utterly random chances that happens. There was a fight and she got the poor end of it. I was just.. very very lucky is all." Look over to William, heaves a sign and shifts in her chair as well.

 

Michael Briar gives a long grating sigh at that. "They don't understand that by using force to change things, they only undermine the only thing keeping the cons at bay from wiping us out. Hell, if 'they' think they can do a better job at wiping out the cons, sure, be my guest at having a crack at them. I won't stop them doing that. But to endanger civilians and property and lives, that's stepping over the line."

 

Apocryphacius sags a bit. He's pretty sure he'd be better off if he was mad. Could just join up with the rest of the Quintesson Empire a live a normal life then. Softly, he says, "Some of us don't have much of a choice about our presence here." Sue, he could leave, and be shot the first time he ran into an alien species that was on the bad end of a Quintesson deal. No thanks.

 

        "Very few of us do" William responds to Apocyphacius. "Some of us were in no position to leave with our kind." He winces in pain as he starts to get himself all worked up about his abandonment issues. "But they feel that it's what's needed to save their planet." He turns his head to Briar again. "Washburn and Rodders are with them. Just so you know."

 

Selena Llwyll gets out of the chair and leans over, gently putting a kiss on Williams forehead. Not a word as she sits back down, grabbing the bottle of wine and re-opening it. Sip.

 

Apocryphacius guesses that the Militants are even more stranded here than he is and feels rather sorry for them

 

Selena Llwyll looks over at Fi, "It is nice of you to bring a card." Sip from the bottle.

 

Michael Briar heads north to the Hangar Bay.

Michael Briar has left.