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Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]

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GIR:
[Go for it.]

Chronicler:
Clara sat in her little cell, staring at the wall. There was little else to do in the Thanatos Research Institute of Metaphysics. He roommate was in some kind of test, so she was alone. They didn't even know one another's names. Clara's mouth was wired shut, metal threads laced between her teeth, so she couldn't speak, and she wasn't sure the other girl even remembered her name, she refused to give it.

The telepath raised a hand to touch her temple where they had implanted the chip against her skull. She didn't know how long she had been here, but the hair they had shaved had grown back.

Someone was coming. Someone with violent intent. A whole army it seemed. Clara smiled for the first time in she didn't know how long.

The white door of the white room opened, and a man in a black uniform beckoned for her. She couldn't see his face. Even without the helmet she wouldn't have been able to read him here. "It's time for your exercises," he said.

She made him come to get her, making her stand to follow. She looked down at the floor and barely acknowledging his existence. At first, she had tried to communicate with body language and expressions. She had even written notes to the researchers when they gave her paper. They never gave her real pens, they gave her pastels so they could not be used as weapons.

As time went on, she stopped. She didn't listen, and she didn't answer. The TRIM staff were no longer people to her. They were ghosts. Ghosts and monsters. She heard screams in her head, even though they hadn't started screaming yet. They would.

GIR:
"Dragon of Light? Who would worship that embodiment of evil?", the XO spat after the comm cut off.

"They don't match any species I've heard of. Come close to a couple, but the ships aren't right. Maybe they meant a different deity.", the captain surmised, "In any case, they seem to be on our side for the moment. Let's not look this gift horse in the mouth too closely.", he continued.

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As the first Alliance transports reached the station, their escorts guided them into the station's landing bays, troop bay doors open so the troops could simply drop out and open fire as soon as the transports were inside. Mere seconds after each transport had entered the bay, it was already heading out to allow another ship to enter.

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Eva had long since stopped counting the days since her capture. The pilot she'd allowed herself to be captured in order to find had vanished, and, with it, her chances of completing her mission, and one lone pilot wasn't enough to warrant a rescue, so Eva had failed to see the point. She would die in this prison station, bound and weak, and that fact had made such trivialities as the passage of time worse than worthless. It was a distraction she could not afford. Not if she was to resist to her last breath. And she'd definitely put up a decent one of those.

"5730-42403, it's time for your exercise.", a guard announced as he lead a squad into her cell. Unbeknownst to them, the Karmid's collar had failed earlier in the day, but Eva still pretended it was still working. She planned to take as many of the filth of this place with her as she could. As she was escorted from her cell, they passed another guard forcing a human female to go with her. And that was the moment she heard it. Voices. Faint, at first, but, as they grew louder, the Ancient Draconian they sang in became clearer. Louder. Stronger. The song was one that called to her deepest instincts, demanded reverence, and filled her with the certainty that now was the time for battle. Moans from other prisoners told Eva that this song was meant for all who had been captured as much as for the soldiers singing and their allies.

<Do you hear, scum?>, Eva hissed privately to the guards as she snapped the metal bonds holding her, then ripped the collar off, <Do you hear the song of your death?>. The Karmid's tail blade lashed through the guards' bodies as her own voice joined in the war song. This accomplished, Eva quickly ate the fallen guards, then looked around for more. <Hey, if you want to escape, come with me.>, she told the human female privately. No sense letting the guards know all was not well before they saw her, right? No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than warning klaxons sounded.

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The two modified shuttles slid backward into yet another landing bay, then opened their rear doors to admit the eleven Heavies, each armed with twin shoulder-mounted 40-mm Gatling canons, an arm-mounted 250-mm tank cannon, an arm-mounted plasma canon, a heavy-mech-mounted revolver, and their swords.

<Form up. Alpha with me, Bravo with Claus. Split up and find our pilot. Free any prisoners, kill any guards. We are weapons free, repeat, weapons free. Feuer frei, Heavies!>, Wilhelm ordered as he blew the interior bay doors.

Chronicler:
Clara pressed herself against the wall when the fighting started, watching without any apparent emotion. She was no warrior, and getting into the middle of a fight like this one was a good way to get hurt.

As Eva stood among the bodies of the fallen guards, the telepath reached down and picked up one of their tasers. This was really going to hurt. At least with her jaw wired, she couldn't bite her tongue. Or even scream.

Closing her eyes and bracing herself, she pressed the tip of the weapon against her temple. A jolt passed through her skull. She blacked out for a moment, but not even long enough to hit the floor.

The short circuiting of the chip was like a weight lifted from her head. Immediately the minds of everyone on the station flared in her mind's eye like stars. Guards, scientists, soldiers. The psionics in their cells remained veiled behind dampening fields. Distant shadows of light she could not quite grasp.

Tentatively she reached for Eva's mind with her own.

<Thank you,> she projected the thought directly at Eva's mind. <We shouldn't be alone when they find us. Your friends are this way. I should be able to communicate with them if you wish.>

She pointed down the hall and started off, stepping around the pools of blood which had begun to form at their feet. <I'll warn you of anyone else approaching.> She tapped her temple for emphasis.

masonwolf:
The Wolfen's own transports went into the hangers on the opposite side of the station and dropped off their marine boarders who swiftly captured the unarmed and gunned down those who resisted. one squad quickly turned the hanger into a forward command post as more of their men and women were dropped off and given orders to carry out.

A small fire team made their way to the holding area and made it to the entrance as soon as the other army got there. they were dressed in heavy armor that would be considered light for the large canine beasts "After you, prey. you're men arrived first after all."

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