" do that and dishonor yourself and your friends that remain,and condemn aelita to a cowards death."<he said as he paused letting it sink in> " As for Alexander he is not lost if you allways carry memories of him"
<he walked over to the corpses,picking through them till he found what he thought was equal to dogtags or id,and placed the second tag in the mans mouth jamming it shut leaving the chained one in his hand he placed it in lilly's as he closed her hand around it>
"honor his name,avenge him help us end this dont let his sacrifice be in vain" <he placed his hands on the dagger blade " or slit your throat admit they beat you and make this all for nothing.your choice either way you must go through my hand"
//stuck the other id card in his mouth so he can allways be identified
"get this ti the defence commander!<he makes a hard copy on his personal computer,as the actual plan is rushed to the command level> "shes got blood in her lungs!"
<doctors rush to her and tend her collapsed lungs the doc nods to jiimmy and he sighs relived knowing she will live>
"this is going to be one helluva fight.....100 of them,still think there amateurs now scarlet?"
<as he lit a cigarette>
Lennox walks to the destroyed robot, investigating the computer core if there would be interesting information. He pulls out a strange device out of his jacket and pluggs it into the metal body's proxy circuit. "A not so bad artificial intelligence, connected with each body part over neuronal connections. A nerve impulse sending artificial 'brain'. It's not bad technology. I think we could expect much more of these things..." Johan investigates the hull, searching for weakpoints. "I think it's very hard to shoot a projectile through this hull...but some energized matter should do it. One railgun shot should be able to cut through this 'skin' very effective."
Slinging the plasma rifle from his back, Mark pushes a button on the side causing it to let out a beep then a low hum after a couple seconds as the safety is disengaged.
"So, we've got a siege on our hands then? Pretty good timing when I brought these then. Who wants the shotgun, and when are they going to attack?"
"from this display<he pressed a button and his tactical computer engaged a holo emiter breifing> "we have ten standard hours,and we can expect at the very least 100 of them" <he paused as the holoprojection of toledo searched over the planet zooming in several times to there location> "we need a plan of attack im plugging in the attack detials on the tactical display,we can get a rough feel for where they will hit and with what numbers"
<4 sections lit up the sickbay,where aelita was thr barracks the lounge and one last place jimmy couldent place>
"im sumeing tactical command,as right now i believe ive got the highest rank as the admrials are clearly busy so i want ideas people,and i want em now, ialso want a inventory of our heavy weapons incase more of those robots show up,or more dropships decide to make attack runs"
<he said as he armed a plasma carbine like it was second nature engaging the"hot safety" slinging it across his chest the hum of the low charge to keep power to it was heard as he pulled on a ammo vest and some assault armor>
// its a halo rip but the song seems to fit as there prepping for a fight
Ranja entered the lounge, rather exhausted from her first real combat-scenery in Omicron Lost against the Bounty Hunter Core, she walked up to one of the many, empty tables and sat on the as empty bench regarding to it.
Not much time passed until the bartender walked up to her, and asked her casually:
Can I get You anything, Ma'am ?
Ranja looked up rather surprised, not expected the bartender attending to her already. She looked at the ceiling, thinking about what to drink, before responding politely:
Yes, I'd like a simple water, please.
The bartender nodded, as casual as ever he walked back to the bar, preparing Ranja's water immediately before walking back up to her, placing the glass silently on her table before leaving right away.
Ranja took a glare at the water, and let out a sigh. She leaned back and tried to get her mind free of every burden that's occupying her at this moment. She grabbed the glass and took a small sip, watching Toledo's beautiful weather from the warm, safe lounge.
John Arkantos walked into the Lounge, walked streight to the Bartender and ordered a drink before rushing to a seat quickly. He looked exhausted, he was covered in sweat, he had just done a nine hour patrol, and he was feeling it. He sat down and looked around, not many familiar faces, then he saw one he recognised "Ranja!" he yelled, trying to get some attention.