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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Four

EPISODE FOUR:
Dimitri has led everyone to their own rooms. Everyone's rooms are side by side (four rooms in a row), and there are connecting doors between the lavatories of two rooms (Trila's and Kahlan's rooms then Brask's and Ian's rooms). Each room has a single bed and a desk with a small computer console on it. Each room has a closet with drawers for clothing and storage. The lavatories are small, but have all that is needed.
Two hours have gone by, giving everyone time to get settled in and rest in their rooms. Wandering around would have proven a waste of time, since there is nothing to see but boring corridors. No one has contacted them yet to verify that their needs have been met for their mission.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE FOUR %$%$%

<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands on the balcony of his room, feeling the strong wind against his face, as he looks out over the city, hearing a few smatterings of conflict here and there.::
<Trila_Solahn> ::lying on her bed staring at the ceiling wishing she could contact Simon, just to say hello::

ACTION:: A Wide spread of clouds darken the sky on the horizon and are moving in quickly. Another "Super Storm" is on it's way::

<Kahlan> :: paces her room, waiting for someone to tell her it's time to go::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::rushes to the door and chimes Kahlan's room::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees the clouds coming and watches them, not moving::
<Kahlan> ::walks over to the door and opens it::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sees the room darken somewhat and looks to the window, watching the dakr clouds cover the sky::
<Brask_Key`far> :: is sitting on the floor of his room, trying to decide how to go about the investigation::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::looks in Kahlan's room:: Kahlan: Hello. Unfortunately this isn't a pleasant call. There is a storm coming and I need you to close and seal all windows and doors. ::spoken before she can speak::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Dimitri: Of course. ::turns and walks to her windows, closing them tightly::
<Dimitri Shashikov> :: puts on a quick smile as he watches her move away:: Kahlan: Thank you. ::rushes next door to Trila's room and chimes::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up from her bed, then gets up to answer the door. Opens it to see who's there::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::looks at Trila and then past her into her room:: Trila: Hello. Unfortunately this isn't a pleasant call. There is a storm coming and I need you to close and seal all windows and doors. ::spoken before she can speak::
<Kahlan> :: double checks all of her windows, then stands in front of them, watching the storm blow in::
<Trila_Solahn> ::glances to where he is looking and then looks back at him, nodding:: Dimitri: Sure. Are we safe in our rooms?
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::smiles wide:: Trila: Of course, as long as you seal things up. If you like, I could stay with you during the storm.
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises an eyebrow and smirks at him, looking him up and down:: Dimitri: Thanks... but I'm a big girl... I'll be fine...
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::smiles as he looks her up and down:: Trila: I can see that. I'd be more than happy to comfort you if you change your mind. ::winks:: If you could tell the Bothan and Mr. Hawkins, I'd appreciate it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::wonders why he can't tell them himself, but shrugs it off:: Dimitri: Sure... does Kahlan know?
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::nods:: Trila: Yes, I told her already, but I plan to check with her to make sure.
<Trila_Solahn> ::stifles a small giggle and nods, stepping outside her room to head to Brask's and Ian's room::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sees the darkness set in outside and stands, moving to his door and heading outside towards Kahlan's room::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::winks and turns:: Trila: Thanks, Doll. ::goes to Kahlan's room and chimes again.::
<Kahlan> ::turns away from the window and answers the door, surprised to see Dimitri again:: Dimitri: Yes?
<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches Kahlan's door behind Dimitri:: Dim: Oh, I'm sorry.
<Trila_Solahn> ::turns and glances over her shoulder at Dimitri, chuckling softly to herself as he very much reminds her of someone else that is smooth talking that won her heart::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sees Brask in the hallway and decides that he's gonna find out soon enough and heads to Ian's room, pressing the chimes to his door::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::smiles:: Kahlan: I just wanted to see that you are taken care of. If you like, I could come in and stay ith you during the storm.
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Dimitri's words and the fact that he ignored him and turns to leave:: Kahlan: I'll check back later.
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::looks over to Brask and shrugs, then looks back to Kahlan::
<Kahlan> ::looks over Dimitri's shoulder and smiles brightly at Brask:: Brask: Please don't. Wait a minute.
<Brask_Key`far> :: stops and turns back around, smiling::
<Kahlan> ::looks back to Dimitri:: Dimitri: I'm sure I'll be fine. I imagine Brask came over to do just that, but thank you for the offer.
<Trila_Solahn> ::rings the chimes to Ian's door again and then knocks, wondering if he's asleep and this would wake him:: Ian: Ian! Ian, it's Trila... I have something important to tell you!
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays where he stopped in the hall, not saying a word, although were he of the mindset here is where he would make a sarcastic comment to Dimitri about enjoying the storm by all by himself::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::half frowns:: Kahlan: If you change your mind, you know how to contact me. :: brushes past Brask as he walks on, then sees Trila having trouble with Ian's door:: Trila: Trouble?
<Kahlan> ::watches him walk off and smiles at Brask:: Brask: I don't think he likes you much right now, but I'm sure it has more to do with me. I know his type. ::shrugs and laughs:: Would you like to watch the storm with me?
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Dimitri:: Dimitri: Not really... he's not answering though... I'm wondering if he's asleep... then again, he might be off for a walk somewhere.... ::looks down the empty halls::... though I can't say where....
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands solid as a rock as Dimitri pushes past him, not bothering to look at him or comment on his rudeness as he steps back to Kahlan's door:: Kahlan: I'm sorry if I interrupted anyth... :: cuts off his sentance when Kahlan speaks:: I actually just came to make sure you would be alright, but it should be an impressive storm. :: smiles again and steps inside::
<Dimitri Shashikov> :: pulls a small card out of his top pocket and inserts it into the door controls:: Trila: Not a problem. :: punches in a code and opens the door:: After you.
<Kahlan> ::smiles and closes the door behind them, walking back over to the window:: Brask: Maybe we'll notice something about it.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks in the room, then back at Dimitri, finding it a little disturbing that he can get into their rooms anytime he wants:: Dimitri: Umm... thanks.... ::steps into the room:: Ian: Ian?.... Ian, you here??
<Kahlan> Brask: And all you interrupted was Dimitri trying to get into my bed.
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::watches Trila from behind and smiles, before walking off::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pushes himself from the rail of his balcony and enters:: Trila: Yes, I'm here. You need something?
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: It's possible... :: cuts off his sentance once again and looks a little dumbstruck at Kahlan's comment::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Ian: Dimitri just came by and told us that there's another storm coming... we'll need to seal up our windows and doors.
<Kahlan> ::laughs at the look on Brask's face and nods:: Brask: I told you, I know his type.
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow and looks around the room quickly:: Kahlan: I see... :: turns to the window::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Trila: I know. I saw it. I'll seal up here. Did you seal your room?
<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes her head:: Ian: Not yet, he asked me to alert you and Brask first... ::tilts her head to one side:: struck me as odd... he only told me and Kahlan...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shrugs:: Trila: Do the others know then?
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Ian: They do now... he said he told Kahlan, then I ran into Brask in the hall...
<Kahlan> Brask: I sealed it up already. So maybe watching it was just a goofy excuse to get you to stay with me. As free as I usually am about such things, Dimitri kinda gave me the willies.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and looks towards the door:: Kahlan: He was rather rude. I thought he was going to be helpful during the investigation too.


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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Four Cont'd.

(continued)

<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and closes his balcony doors before lowering the blast shields::
<Trila_Solahn> ::turns for his door:: Ian: Anyway, I better go shut down my room...
<Kahlan> ::shrugs:: Brask: He might be. I imagine he'd me more so if Trila or I gave him what he wanted, but I don't intend to.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back to Trila:: Trila: You still here? ::grins slightly::
<Trila_Solahn> ::raises her eyebrows at him:: Ian: Yeah... busy as you are, though I wouldn't expect you to notice that I was heading for the door.... ::smirks::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: You sure take your time about it. ::walks to the door to help her out:: You need help at your room?
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to frown:: Kahlan: Good. :: notices that his remark could have been taken wrong and tries to come up with something to add to it:: Umm, by that I mean that he doesn't deserve anything of the sort. :: looks around:: Wait, that's not right either...
<Trila_Solahn> ::folds her arms and scoffs at his teasing. She strides out of the room, in a huff, calling back over her shoulder:: Ian: Not anymore I don't...
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Brask: He doesn't. Hey, he didn't have time to get to you before you got to me, if that makes sense. Did you seal up your room?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::chuckles at how easy it is to get Trila going, then closes his door and goes to the desk to take notes in his data pad::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head:: Kahlan: Actually no. :: shrugs::
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: You should. He might be upset if the room ends up badly damamged. I'll be fine for a few minutes if you want to run down the hall.
<Trila_Solahn> ::strides into her room and seals up her windows, grumbling something unintelligible::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and exits Kahlan's room, heading back to his own and entering::

ACTION:: The storm arrives and it's force is much stronger than most buildings can take. A twin tornado tears it's way through the city, touching down here and there, destroying whole buildings in it's path. The very building that Pinnacle's group is in is on it's path.::


<Trila_Solahn> :: plops herself down at the computer and turns on the camera's outside to watch the storm::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::feels the building sway a bit under the strain of the heavy winds, then turns on the console to see outside::
<Trila_Solahn> :: pales as she sees the tornado heading their way, gets up from her seat and runs out into the hallway:: ALL: Everyone! Out of their rooms and downstairs now! There's a tornado coming!
<Trila_Solahn> ::runs and rings the chimes to all her colleague's rooms::
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels the floor shake under her feet and begins to feel nervous::
<Kahlan> ::hears the chime and heads for her door, expecting to see Brask again, but frowning when she hears Trila shouting::
<Trila_Solahn> ::turns her head to see Kahlan:: Kahlan: Tornado! Downstairs now!
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks out the window and spots the tornado:: Self: Beautiful.. :: moves and seals his room before hurrying outside to see what's going on::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sits quietly at his desk:: Trila: What is it this time! ::yelling at the door::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sees Brask:: Brask: Tornado! Get downstairs!
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Trila: Why would they have us seal our rooms if this building was not capable of withstanding the storm?
<Kahlan> ::grabs her bag and runs out into the hall, looking up and down and spotting Brask, running to him::

ACTION:: Two buildings away, a whole building is sucked off it's foundation and launched into the sky, breaking up on it's way down. The buildings around it begin to rip apart, including the one they are in. For those who have decided to look via cameras, they may notice that another tornado has joined the twins::

<Trila_Solahn> :: pounds her fist on Ian's door and yells:: Ian: Tornado!! Get downstairs!.... ::turns and runs for the stairs:: Brask: Because I just watched it demolish buildings like ours... if we don't get downstairs, we could be among the rubble they find tomorrow morning....
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels the building shudder and runs faster down the stairs:: Kahlan/Brask: Come on!!
<Kahlan> ::looks up at Brask, grabs his hand, and runs::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pushes himself from the desk and grabs his pack, stuffing the pad into one of the pockets, before slinging it over a shoulder and opening the door to leave::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Trila: I see. :: runs with Kahlan::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grabs the doorjam as the building creaks and shudders as the tornadoes attack it:: All: Don't wait for me!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets his balance and runs for the stairs, ignoring the lifts::
<Kahlan> ::holds the rail in one hand and Brask's hand in the other as the building shakes, running down the stairs at speeds that may not be quite safe::
<Trila_Solahn> ::flies down over the stairs, two at a time, praying that she gets to the bottom level in time::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns at the speed he and Kahlan are fleeing and scoops her up into his arms, taking off down the stairs as fast as possible but keeping his balance::
<Kahlan> ::holds tightly to Brask, afraid he'll be more likely to fall if he's carrying her, but doesn't argue::

ACTION:: The tornadoes tear off the side of the building before moving on. It happens so fast that the group only gets down two levels before it's over. Luckily for them, they left their rooms, since that was the side that was torn away::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::continues down the stairs, even though the building has stopped shaking::
<Kahlan> ::listens as the noise of the tornados subsides and the building stills:: Brask: I think they passed us...
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels the building stop shaking and pauses, looking down at Kahlan and Brask who were just ahead of her:: Kahlan/Brask: I think it's gone...
<Brask_Key`far> :: slows down slightly but keeps moving downwards:: Kahlan: Maybe, but we should still move to a safer location.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Brask: You're probably right. I'm sure the building was weakened, and the winds from the storm are strong enough.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::catches up to them finally:: All: Don't stop now. There could be more coming. ::keeps moving::
<Kahlan> ::frowns at Ian's words:: Brask: And there's always that happy thought as well.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and picks up the pace again::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up at Ian and decides he might be right and continues downstairs::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins passing them, not slowing up at all:: All: Head for the third level.

ACTION:: The building shudders again, and loud groaning noises can be heard far above, amplified by the stairwell::


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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Four Cont'd.

(continued)

<Trila_Solahn> :: pauses to look up for a moment, then quickens her pace, taking two stairs at a time again as she flies down over the stairs::
<Kahlan> ::tightens her grip on Brask, looking up:: Brask: Maybe we ought to hurry.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and quickens his pace again, heading for the third level::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps moving, maybe a bit quicker::
<Brask_Key`far> :: grins as he runs, not sounding out of breath at all:: Kahlan: I guess sealing my room didn't really help much.
<Trila_Solahn> All: I wonder what damage has been done... it doesn't sound pretty whatever it is..
<Kahlan> ::laughs, despite the circumstance:: Brask: No, I suppose it didn't.

ACTION:: A extremely loud sound, not much different than an explosion can be heard above, followed by clanging and thuds, and a gust of wind swirls downward in the stairwell::

<Brask_Key`far> :: moves towards the outside wall of the stairwell as he continues to hurry downwards, not wanting to get swept over the side by the downdraft::
<Trila_Solahn> ::cringes instinctively and lets out a little cry in her surprise. Grabs onto the handrail and tries to hurry her steps::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't look back, but begins to run down the stairs, taking two to three and sometimes four steps at a time::
<Kahlan> ::hides her face in Brask's fur, trying to keep dust and debris out of her eyes::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Trila's cry and frowns, looking back to make sure she is alright::

ACTION:: The sounds of howling winds and tumbling pieces of building can be heard above, smaller chunks dropping on the very steps they are running past::

<Brask_Key`far> :: turns around and moves up to Trila quickly, offering her a steadying arm in place of the rail, keeping a firm grip on Kahlan with his other though:: Trila: Move to the wall, it's safer. :: tries to help her down::
<Trila_Solahn> ::covers her head as she runs down the stairs::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops at the third level and tries to open the door, but it's jammed:: Brask: Brask! Open the door!
<Trila_Solahn> ::stays close to Brask and nods, following him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shouts downward over the wind:: Ian: Just a moment! :: tries to hurry down towards him while still helping Trila and carrying Kahlan::

ACTION:: Glints of flashing lighting can be seen below them on the lower levels. It can be considered sparks, but without actually looking, they wouldn't know what it was for sure::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up at Brask:: Brask: Go! Help him... I'll help Kahlan... :: puts her arm around her::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks down at the lower levels to see what he expected to see, then looks to Brask:: Brask: We don't have a lot of time.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, setting Kahlan down and hurrying down to help Ian::
<Kahlan> ::holds on to Trila as the building shakes, heading down the stairs with her::

ACTION:: Larger parts of the building come crashing down on the levels they had just left moments ago and the winds pick up in the stairwell. The winds have a lot of moisture with them, and it begins to feel like it's raining on them::

<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches Ian and moves to the door, going to work on the control panel to get it open::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: It might not have power. ::looks to the women:: Both: Hurry!
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns and opens the panel up, checking for a spark of power::
<Trila_Solahn> ::winces against the wind as she makes her way down the stairs with Kahlan, encouraging her to move as fast as she can:: Kahlan: I know it must hurt... but it's better than being dead...
<Brask_Key`far> :: growls and slams his fist on the control panel, hard::
<Kahlan> ::laughs and runs faster:: Trila: I'm not hurt. Brask just has gotten into the habit of carrying me out of danger. And I don't mind at all.

ACTION:: The control panel buckles in and still no sparks::

<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: I doubt that helped much. You have tools to manually open this thing I hope.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks back and frowns again:: Ian: That depends on how strong it is. :: pulls out a spanner bar and tries to force open the door enough to get his fingers between it and the wall::

ACTION:: It takes a lot of effort to budge the door open, just a gap, but once past that point, the door slides open very easily::

<Brask_Key`far> :: puts his tools away and shoves the door open hard, looking back at the others:: All: Hurry, go through!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to the others and waits, looking upwards as he does, and sees a very very large portion of the building taking out the stairwell above them:: ALL: HURRY !!!
<Trila_Solahn> ::runs for the door::
<Kahlan> ::arrives at the door just as it opens and rushes through, stopping on the other side, waiting for the others::
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Go on! :: holding the door::

ACTION:: The stairwell crumbles and steps begin to fall away just levels above them::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::jumps through the door and keeps going:: All: This way!
<Brask_Key`far> :: slips inside behind Ian and lets/forces the door closed before hurrying after the others::
<Kahlan> ::runs after Ian as soon as she sees that Brask is also safe inside the door::

ACTION:: Just as Brask clears the door and it closes, the door buckles outward almost exploding out from the wall, as the large portion tumbles past that level::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets a good thirty meters from the stairwell and stops to catch his breath::
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches in horror as she looks back from where she is standing:: Self: Whoa...
<Kahlan> ::turns around when she reaches Ian, staring at the wall::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he looks back at the buckled door and almost runs into Kahlan as the others slow down ahead of him, stopping inches from her::

ACTION:: The few lights there are on the third level are flickering, otherwise the level is in complete darkness::

<Trila_Solahn> All: So NOW how do we get down to ground level....
<Kahlan> :: puts out her hands in the darkness, touching Brask's shoulder so he knows she is there:: Ian: Why this level?
<Brask_Key`far> :: steps back slightly:: Kahlan: Sorry, I didn't notice you had stopped.
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls a glow rod from his pack:: All: We don't go out or down. From what I saw of the storm, there is a flash flood at least covering the first level if not both levels. ::holds the rod out and looks around to see where they are exactly::
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and smiles:: Brask: No worries
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles at Kahlan and turns his head away from Ian's light, focusing on the darkness behind them so that his eyes will adjust to it::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins moving around with the rod:: All: I think we can go this way and might be able to get somewhere useful to us.
<Kahlan> Brask: Umm...thank you by the way. I was beginning to think I would break a leg, and I would not like that experience again. ::stands on tip toe and kisses him before looking over to see where Ian is headed::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands where he is, dumbstruck once again::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: begins moving down a corridor with flashing lighting::
<Kahlan> ::grins at the look on Brask's face and pokes him:: Brask: We'd better follow him.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head and nods, following::
<Trila_Solahn> ::strains her eyes against the glow rod:: Ian: Either that or we'll end up no where... ::looks around:: I wonder what happened to Dimitri...
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Why do you worry about him? You have more pressing things to worry about, I think.

ACTION:: a shuffling of feet echoes down the corridor, heading towards them::

<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Perhaps she worries because Dimitri, though rude, is a living being and she hopes he got out alright?
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Ian: Well forgive me for asking... I would have thought he'd be some help to us...
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls his blaster, just in case, but keeps moving::
<Ian_Hawkins> All: We have a mission to accomplish. Dimitri, helpful he may be, is not with us at the moment.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Ian and continues to follow close behind Kahlan, in the back of the group::
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels her eyes narrow in the darkness as she answers him with intense sarcasm:: Ian: Really? I hadn't noticed... I'm SO glad you're still around to tell us these things....
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::yells out ahead of him:: Ian: I beg to differ! ::grunts:: I need help here. The Commodore is injured.
<Kahlan> ::keeps following Ian and his glow rod, hoping this direction really does take them somewhere useful::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: puts his blaster away and moves faster towards Dimitri's voice::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grins triumphantly and heads toward Dimitri's voice::
<Kahlan> ::heads in Dimitri's direction, making a mental note to stay close to Brask::

ACTION:: They round a bend in the corridor to see Dimitri helping the Commodore walk, if you can call it walking. The Commodore has a long piece of durasteel sticking out his side and looks to have lost lots of blood. Both men are drenched with water and blood::

%$%$% END EPISODE FOUR %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Five

EPISODE FIVE:
The Super Storm has taken it's toll on the city and Commodore Symteria. The Commodore has part of the building sticking out of him, and has lost a lot of blood. He is still losing blood, and unless something is done quickly, he could die.
The group has a mission to do, but right now, they have to gather their resources and wits before they begin.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE FIVE %$%$%

<Kahlan> ::mumbles something under her breath and rushes over to Dimitri and the Commodore:: Dimitri: Lay him down... ::looks around at the chaos:: Somewhere...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods and pulls the Commodore to a dry portion of the corridor and lays him down carefully, so not to move the metal in him::
<Kahlan> ::looks Dimitri over:: Dimitri: Is any of that blood yours, or is it all the Commodore's?
<Brask_Key`far> :: stays where he was standing in the hall, unsure what to do now::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks down at himself:: Kahlan: Could be.

ACTION:: The Commodore is laying partially on his side, due to the metal sticking out of him::

<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow:: Dimitri: Well if you're not sure, then most of it is his. And that's bad. ::kneels on the floor next to the commodore and pulls her medical equipment to check his vitals before going any farther::
<Trila_Solahn> ::stands next to Dimitri, looking down at the Commodore and feeling a little useless right about now::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::watches as Kahlan does her work, but listening to the building around them::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks over to Trila:: Trila: I don't suppose you have a dry cloth for me to use? ::holds out his blood soaked hands::
<Kahlan> ::sighs and looks up at Dimitri:: Dimitri: He's in bad shape, and this metal obviously has to come out. I may not be able to save him. I will try, but I thought you should know. ::turns back to the Commodore and examines the metal and the entrance angle carefully::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::glances to Kahlan:: Kahlan: You have to save him. He's the only one who has been holding this planet together.
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and tears her shirt off her back, handing it to him to use:: Dimitri: If it helps... here...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::takes the shirt and begins wiping himself off:: Trila: Thank you. ::nods to Kahlan:: Can she save him?
<Kahlan> Dimitri: I'll try, but if it's hit something vital... And considering the size of it, the odds of that are good...
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes a step forward:: Kahlan: Do you need assistance?
<Kahlan> ::nods and smiles at him:: Brask: Yes please. I was about to ask you. Hold his body still while I pull. :: digs through her bag for a bacta pad and some bandages and sets them near him:: And when it comes through, press these over the wound.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and kneels near the Commodore, taking hold of him as she instructed::
<Trila_Solahn> ::winces a little:: Dimitri: If there is anyway for him to live... yes... however judging from those injuries it doesn't look good....
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::frowns and watches closely::
<Kahlan> ::takes a firm hold on the longer piece of the beam poking out of the front of the Commodore, and pulls, straight, and continuous::
<Trila_Solahn> ::sucks in a breath as she watches Kahlan do her job and winces as she looks away::

ACTION:: The beam moves hard, but it slides out, followed by blood. Blood also pools at the back of the Commodore.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: grabs two bacta pads and presses them on either side of the hole in the Commodore as soon as the metal is out of him::
<Kahlan> :: drops the beam, pressing pads and bandages on her side as well, trying to slow the bleeding before even thinking about progressing farther::
<Kahlan> Brask: Lay him down on his back, slowly and carefully. His own weight will keep the bacta pads in place and I need to see what damage was done inside.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and does as she says::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves close with his glow rod to give them more light::
<Kahlan> All: More light! Hold some glowrods over here.
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: I am.
<Trila_Solahn> ::activates one of her glowrods and holds it so Kahlan can see::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Both: Thank you. :: pulls her pads away from the hole and looks inside, inspecting the Commodore's internal organs::
<Trila_Solahn> ::stands and watches Kahlan work against her own stomach's wishes::

ACTION:: In the distances, a shuttle flies low over the flooded streets of the city, heading to the Commodore's building::

<Kahlan> ::winces at the damage and digs in her medical bag again, pulling out a scapel and some sutures:: Dimitri: I think I can save him, but he'll lose his spleen, pancreas, and one kidney...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks on, still listening::
<Pilot> :: flies as low as he dares, mostly on respolifts. He job was to asses the situation and do whatever was needed of him and his ship. ::
<Kahlan> ::frowns:: Brask: I need to ask you one more thing, and you won't like it. I don't want him waking up halfway through. Stun him please.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and unclips his stun baton and setting it to the best setting for Kahlan's needs:: Kahlan: Now?
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head:: Brask: If he starts to wake. I'll tell you when.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods::

ACTION:: As the shuttle rounds a block of buildings, he can see the target building. It used to stand well over ten levels high, but all he sees is half of that, with wreckage filling the streets around it, adding to the floodwaters::

<Kahlan> ::carefully uses a scapel to enlarge the hole in the Commodore, making sure she can access his lung, which needs dealt with right away::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back over his shoulder at the faint buzzing noise in the distance:: All: Someone's coming.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks up as if she hears something, straining her ears, she can hear the faint engines up a shuttle::
<Kahlan> ::opens her suture kit and removes the smallest needle and finest thread, using them to carefully sew up the hole in his lung before putting a bacta patch over it to help heal and seal it::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as he watches Kahlan work but doesn't look away, worried, but not sick when he hears Ian and looks up:: Ian: Where?
<Pilot> :: Moves his shuttle closer then places it in hover. He'd scan the wreckage before moving in closer. He didn't want to disrupt something and kill survivors. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back down to where his light shines:: Brask: It's a vessel outside. I can't tell who or what it is exactly.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Ian: Would you like me to go see if I can find a window?
<Kahlan> Dimitri: Blow some air into his mouth please. We need to get more air into him and reinflate that lung.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::is about to go to check on what they hear, but hears Kahlan:: Kahlan: You want me to do what?
<Kahlan> Dimitri: You heard me...do it! I have to work fast here. Do you want to save him or not?
<Kahlan> :: picks up her scalpel and moves on to the damaged organs, starting with his kidney. She carefully removes it and ties off the vessels::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::frowns as he gets down on his knees over his Commodore:: Kahlan: You better save him. :: begins blowing air into the Commodore::
<Kahlan> ::watches the Commodore's lung out the corner of her eye as she ties off a few more bleeding vessels::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: hands his glow rod to Trila:: Trila: Hold this. I need to check something out.
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes the glowrod from Ian and nods::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs as Ian leaves, turning back to watch Kahlan patch up the Commodore::


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<Kahlan> ::moves on to the Commodore's spleen:: Dimitri: You can stop now. Now that it's reinflated it ought to work on its own. Thank you. ::removes the spleen, tying off more vessels::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves towards the closest opening, which he isn't sure where it is on this level::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::straightens up and takes a deep breath:: Kahlan: Never tell him about this.
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Dimitri: My lips are sealed. ::watches his lung for a couple of breaths, then moves on to the pancreas, again removing it and tying off the vessels::

ACTION:: The pilot still sees nothing other than debris and rubble. No one is moving within his line of sight, but scans would prove otherwise::

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::stands up:: All: I'll go give Mr. Hawkins a hand. ::rushes off after Ian::
<Kahlan> ::inspects the cut on the Commodore's stomach and sees it isn't serious, putting a bacta patch on it to speed healing::
<Pilot> :: Increase altitude and begins moving over the rubble, slowly, and scanning to both sides ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees a small hole in a crumbled wall, but debris is filling the rest of the hole, but he begins pulling chunks of wall out anyway::
<Kahlan> ::takes one last look around inside the Commodore checking that her tying has stopped the bleeding, and takes a deep breath. She chooses a slightly stronger thread and begins sewing up the hole in the Commodore's flesh::

ACTION:: The pilot's scans shows several groups of lifesigns inside the building. A small group on the fourth level, another on the third level, and a larger group on the first level::

<Kahlan> ::finishes her stitching and places a fresh bacta pad over the wound, noticing her supply is getting low:: Brask: Roll him onto his side now. I need to stitch the hole in his back
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::catches up to Ian:: Ian: I figured you might need help. :: begins pulling chunks of debris from the hole::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and rolls the Commodore gently onto his side::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls several more and holds Dimitri back:: Dimitri: Just a second.
<Kahlan> :: peels the bacta pad away from the Commodore's back and rips the hole in his clothing a little bigger, then stitches up the wound on that side, again replacing the bacta pad with a fresh one::

ACTION:: The debris begins to shift and slide, then some of it tumbles outside, leaving a larger hole::

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::smiles:: Ian: Thank you. Looks like we can look outside now. ::moves up the pile of debris, carefully, to look outside::
<Trila_Solahn> ::silently wishes she could have gone off with Ian to look around and see what the shuttle was all about::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves up the other side of the debris and hole to look out::
<Kahlan> Brask: One more thing. Carefully lift him and hold him up off the floor some. I want to bandage him up
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and grips the Commodore under his arms, being careful to avoid the wounds though, and lifts his carefully off the ground so that Kahlan can wrap him::

ACTION:: The shuttle can be heard more loudly, and seen off to one side::

<Kahlan> ::wraps a long roll of bandage around the Commodore's chest, covering both wounds, and tucks the end under:: Brask: All right. Lay him down again.
<Brask_Key`far> :: does as the Doctor orders::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::sees the shuttle:: Ian: I see it. It's one of our recon shuttles. It must have returned from a mission. ::moves closer and waves over to get it's attention::
<Kahlan> ::sighs and sits back a bit, watching the Commodore breathing:: Brask: I think we did it
<Ian_Hawkins> Dimitri: Careful. You don't want to fall from there. ::moves away from the edge::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, smiling:: Kahlan: That was amazing work. I'm glad we have you around.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and looks embarrassed:: Brask: I'm not all that special...
<Trila_Solahn> Kahlan: You think he's gonna survive?
<Pilot> :: Gets on his PA :: [OUTSIDE]<PA>: Anyone that can, please give me a signal as to your exact whereabouts and status.
<Kahlan> ::nods and dares to smile a little:: Trila: I think so, yes...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::moves out further, hanging on by one hand and waves over to the shuttle to get it's attention:: Shuttle: Hey!!
<Trila_Solahn> ::smirks:: Kahlan: If anyone gave him a chance... you did... ::nods:: nice job... can we move him?
<Kahlan> ::gets out her data pad:: Trila: I'd like to do one more thing first...just in case. ::checks the Commodore's blood type on her data pad, then scans herself and checks her own:: We may need to transfuse him if he bleeds again. Do you know what blood type you are?
<Ian_Hawkins> Dimitri: Careful! ::moves over to grab him::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes her head and sticks out her arm:: Kahlan: No, but you're welcome to find out...
<Kahlan> ::nods and scans Trila::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::keeps waving:: Ian: I'm fine. Shuttle: Hey! Over here!
<Brask_Key`far> :: clips his baton back on his belt and looks back the way Ian and Dimitri went, wondering what they've found, if anything::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Kahlan:: Kahlan: Well?
<Kahlan> Trila: I don't match him, but fortunately for the Commodore, you do. If he bleeds again when we move him, I may need you.
<Kahlan> ::looks around:: Brask: Do you see anything around here we can use for a stretcher of some kind? It will make it safer to move him.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around, trying to spot anything stretcher-like::
<Trila_Solahn> ::feels a lump come to her throat as she chews her lip thoughtfully:: Kahlan: You're umm... not going to need much are you? I mean... I kinda like my blood... need it is more like it
<Pilot> :: Spins the shuttle to point directly at the man waving, then begins to move it in closer. ::
<Kahlan> ::laughs:: Trila: I may not need any, and I promise I won't take enough to kill you.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::keeps waving:: Ian: I think he saw me. He's heading this way.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Dimitri: Now get down from there.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::stops waving and nods:: Ian: We need to get the Commodore on that ship.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles in relief having never given blood before::
<Brask_Key`far> :: spots some fallen beams and moves to collect them, laying them out on the floor like a stretcher frame, and frowning, trying to figure out what else to use to construct the stretcher::
<Kahlan> ::sees the frame and the frown, knowing the problem right away, and strips off her shirt:: Brask: Here, use this.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Dimitri: Go back and tell the others. I'll direct the shuttle.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods:: Ian: I'll be back soon, with the Commodore. ::rushes off::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves to the opening and signals to the pilot to move the shuttle closer and lower his ramp to the opening::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and takes the shirt, tying it to the frame and frowning again before taking off the top half of his jumpsuit and adding it as well::


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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Five Cont'd.

(continued)

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::slows as he gets to the others and looks to the Commodore:: Kahlan: He's alive?
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Dimitri: Yes.
<Brask_Key`far> All: We need another shirt, just to be safe.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::grins at her as he looks her over:: Kahlan: Very good job. :: pulls out Trila's shirt from his back pocket and hands it to her:: Trila: Thank you also. ::grins to her as well::
<Kahlan> ::frowns as Dimitri eyes her up, but shrugs it off and digs in her bag for another roll of bandages, using it to wipe the blood from her hands::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> All: There is a shuttle. We need to get the Commodore on it as soon as possible.
<Kahlan> Dimitri: Thank you, but don't celebrate yet. He's lost a lot of blood...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::waits for the pilot to respond::
<Trila_Solahn> ::shakes her head as she sees her shirt all stained in blood:: Dimitri: Um... thanks... but you keep it.... you might need it
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns down at the frame, unsure if two shirts will be enough::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> Kahlan: I know. That's why we have to hurry. ::shrugs to Trila and tosses the shirt to Brask:: Brask: Here ya go.
<Kahlan> Brask: Hurry...tie it on and bring it over here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: catches the shirt and nods a thanks to Dimitri before adding it to the frame and taking the whole thing over to the Commodore::
<Pilot> :: does as instructed, carefully ::
<Kahlan> Brask: All right, roll him onto his side as gently as you can, and I'll push the stretcher under him
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't bother with that and just slides his hands under the Commodore, lifting him prone, straight up so that Kahlan can slide the stretcher under him::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::watches the shuttle ramp reach the opening enough to hop on, and does so:: Pilot: Very good job. We have the Commodore and he's injured. We will need to transport him to a medical facility. Preferably near here.
<Kahlan> ::slides the stretcher under the Commodore:: Brask: Now roll him back down
<Brask_Key`far> :: lowers the Commodore back down onto the stretcher::
<Pilot> :: nods and sets the ship to hover. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::waits at the edge of the ramp, for the others::
<Kahlan> Dimitri: All right. We're ready to move him
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to one end of the stretcher, ready to lift it when someone else is::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods:: Kahlan: This way. ::looks to see who will bring the Commodore::
<Trila_Solahn> ::stays nearby in case she's needed to help::
<Kahlan> ::frowns when it seems Dimitri isn't going to help, and takes the other end of the stretcher::
<Brask_Key`far> :: lifts the stretcher with Kahlan::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::nods again and leads the way::
<Kahlan> ::follows Dimitri, careful not to jostle the Commodore::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows after Dimitri, walking backwards:: Kahlan: You'll have to tell me which way to turn. :: smiles::
<Kahlan> ::nods and laughs::

ACTION :: after several minutes, they reach the opening and see the back of a shuttle sticking in it::

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::stops at the bottom of the debris pile a couple meters below the edge of the ramp:: All: Careful of the debris. ::moves to help guide them::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to take the stretcher to/onto the shuttle ramp, trying to make sure the Commodore doesn't fall off of the stretcher while doing so though::
<Trila_Solahn> ::instincively moves to the c0ckpit to check out the pilot and see if he's better than her::

ACTION:: They get the stretcher into the shuttle and secure it::

<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::closes the ramp:: All: OK, let's go!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Pilot: OK, you heard him. ::takes a seat behind him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Dimitri and frowns:: Dimitri: We were the only people inside that building?
<Kahlan> ::sits near her patient, keeping track of his vitals::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shakes his head:: Brask: No, but we don't know who survived. The Commodore is who is important now.
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns again:: Dimitri: But he does not require all of us. :: turns to Ian:: I would like to stay and see if I can help whoever else is left in there.
<Kahlan> ::looks up, surprised:: Brask: Are you insane? You would be the next one I pull a support beam out of!
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves to lower the ramp again:: Kahlan: I'll be fine. :: smiles and pushes the button::
<Trila_Solahn> ::frowns at the pilot looks like he's not moving and reluctantly moves to take a seat::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back:: Brask: She's right. We don't know how long that building would stay standing.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns back to Ian:: Ian: All the more reason to look for survivors.
<Kahlan> ::stands up, rushing back to Brask:: Brask: No, please don't go.

ACTION:: The shuttle moves out and drops down lower as it zips along the flooded streets again. It's the first time the groups sees the flooded parts::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns as the ship lurches into motion and looks out once at the building behind them before closing the ramp again::
<Kahlan> ::smiles as the shuttle moves and Brask closes the ramp, going back to her patient again::
<Brask_Key`far> :: catches Kahlan's smile and his frown deepens::
<Kahlan> Brask: I know you want to help Brask, but forgive me if I care enough for you that I don't want to see you as the next one lying on a stretcher.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shakes his head:: Brask: I admire your principles, but the life you see among you is what's important right now. YOu could have been searching for the dead and eventually become one of them.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks out at the ruined city below and sighs deeply at the mess, for once forgetting about flying::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns back towards the now closed ramp, not answering either of them::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Quite a mess, wouldn't you say?
<Kahlan> ::sighs as Brask turns away, knowing he is upset with her::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods without looking at him:: Ian: Quite.... I wouldn't want to be living here to clean this up.... I only hope we can stop it before there's nothing left....
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks down at the Commodore, frowning and shaking his head:: Self: I should have evacuated him before anything else.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods toTrila:: Pilot: Where are we going exactly?
<Kahlan> ::sees Dimitri shake his head and lays a hand on his shoulder:: Dimitri: He'll be all right.
<Pilot> Ian: To the closest hospital, of course. :: neglects to mention all the other stuff. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head:: Pilot: That wasn't an answer. ::looks over the sensors:: What is that area? :: points to the small battlefield just across the border::
<Pilot> Ian: There's an old term I heard long ago. Its called sit down and let the driver drive.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Pilot: So now you are the taxi driver? ::sighs, hoping they don't have farto go, but watches the sensors anyway::
<Trila_Solahn> ::overhears the pilot and chuckles softly to herself::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to stand near the ramp, looking out one of the rear viewports in the direction of the building they left, even if it isn't visible anymore::

ACTION:: As the shuttle nears the area Ian asked about, it's shields begin to take a beating from ground fire::

%$%$% END EPISODE FIVE %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Six

EPISODE SIX:
Commodore Symteria has been tended to, but still needs immediate medical care, or his life would be at serious risk.
Currently, the shuttle carrying them is headed beyond the battlefront. The closest medical facility is in "enemy" territory, and the pilot knows this.
The group's mission seems like it will be delayed further, until they get the Commodore the treatment he needs and safely returned to his home.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE SIX %$%$%

<Trila_Solahn> ::sits quietly on the shuttle wondering how anything else can go wrong on this mission::

ACTION:: The shuttle gets closer and closer to the hospital and the ground fire gets more intense. Ground force commanders are trying to contact the shuttle now, since warning fire hasn't stopped it::

<Kahlan> ::sits in the back next to the Commodore and keeps a close watch on his vitals::
<Brask_Key`far> :: is still standing near the back of the shuttle, looking out one of the rear viewports at area they are flying over::
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> [Shuttle]: Identify yourself or be destroyed. You are headed for a civilian hospital and you are considered a threat. Resond!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sits back as the shuttle bucks from the weapons fire::
<Trila_Solahn> ::grips her seat and grumbles something about incompitent pilots not knowing how to drive::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Trila and then to the pilot, wondering if he's going to get them killed or respond to the Field Marshall's message::
<Trila_Solahn> :: yells out to the pilot:: Pilot: You want me to answer? Or are you too busy driving?
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> [Shuttle]: Identify yourself or be destroyed. You will be shot down in ten seconds. Respond!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over to Trila:: Trila: Just do it. ::looks over to the pilot, annoyed::
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears the message and turns, not looking worried, just curious:: All: Is someone going to answer that?
<Trila_Solahn> ::since the pilot isn't responding as quickly as Trila would like, she gets up from her seat and quickly heads to the c0ckpit, punching at the communications console:: [FMW]: This is Pinnacle Inc. We have wounded and need assistance. We have Commodore Symteria with us and he's in need of immediate attention.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over to Trila:: Trila: Best not mention who is onboard.
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls back at Hawkins:: Ian: Too late for that now....
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> [Shuttle]: Pinnacle Inc. You are to divert back across the border immediately. You will be shot down otherwise. Respond!
<Trila_Solahn> ::scowls:: Self: Geez, what is it with these people? [FMW]: We have wounded! We just need to see a doctor and then we'll be on our way.
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head and turns back to look out the viewport once again, speaking quietly:: Shouldn't have told them who was on board..
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> [Shuttle]: Divert now! We will not have the Commodore at our hospital. Take him to his or be shot down otherwise. Do not respond, just divert!
<Trila_Solahn> ::winces silently and curses herself for her stupid mistake:: Pilot: We can't afford to be shot down... get us out of here... and step on it... ::glances back at the Commodore::

ACTION:: The weapons fire increases two fold, as they continue on their route. The hospital is within sight of them now and coming up fast, but the shields are weakening considerably. It's highly doubtful they will make it.::

<Kahlan> ::checks the Commodore's vitals again, frowning as the ship rocks with more fire:: Brask: I don't think they're going to let us land...
<Trila_Solahn> Kahlan: How's he holding?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to the display and then to the pilot:: Pilot: Take us down now. We'll carry him the rest of the way.
<Brask_Key`far> :: grabs onto the frame of the ramp but stays standing, turning when he hears Kahlan:: Kahlan: Of course not, he is the enemy.
<Kahlan> Trila: Not good. If we can't get him to a hospital I think we'll lose him within the hour.
<Kahlan> ::turns back to Brask and shakes her head, frowning:: Brask: He is a life. A life I am very afraid we're going to lose, and soon.
<Trila_Solahn> ::sighs and shakes her head, then glances at Hawkins:: Hawkins: What are we going to do? Hold a doctor at gunpoint?
<Pilot> ::mutters obsenitiesand dives down to just a few meters above the streets below, dodging what is in the streets, before coming to a landing at an intersection just two blocks from the hospital::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Any good doctor would treat a dying patient.
<Kahlan> Ian: Let's hope you're right...or at least that they let me have the facilities to treat him further myself.
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns and looks at the Commodore:: All: Is this one life so special? So different from the rest?
   
ACTION:: Tanks roll towards the intersection, led by a military speeder. Above them, are two small snub fighters, hovering with weapons aimed at the shuttle::[/col]

<Trila_Solahn> ::scoffs:: Hawkins: Providing they ARE good...
<Dimitri Shashikov> Brask: This one life will put a stop to this madness, once he has regained his health.
<Kahlan> Brask: I don't know about the rest. As a doctor, all I can do is save the life in front of me.
<Trila_Solahn> ::watches through the viewscreen:: All: We better do something about those tanks and fighters or we may not live to see him live
<Ian_Hawkins> All: OK, grab the Commodore and hit the road. We need to rush him to the hospital, just ahead. ::gets out of his seat after punching the ramp release::
<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns:: Kahlan: But.. :: hears Ian and nods, moving to lift one side of the stretcher::
<Kahlan> Ian: They'll shoot us all dead the moment we leave the shuttle. The Commodore as well
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Brask:: Brask: I guess that means you, big guy...

ACTION:: The shuttle ramp lowers to the ground. The speeder and tanks are still several blocks away::

<Trila_Solahn> Ian: You want me to take the weapons and see if I can give you guys some cover?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets to the ramp:: Kahlan: Then we better move fast, right? Let's go NOW!
<Dimitri Shashikov> All: We need that hospital. ::grabs the stretcher:: Help me!
<Kahlan> ::frowns and grabs onto one side of the stretcher, helping Brask and Dimitri::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: No, just keep out front and protect the Commodore. And don't say a thing.
<Trila_Solahn> :: takes up her weapons and nods at Ian, taking point in front, blasters in both hands::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads down the ramp, cursing the pilot under his breath::
<Brask_Key`far> :: moves with Kahlan and Dimitri, carrying his end of the stretcher::
<Trila_Solahn> ::leads the way to the hospital::

ACTION:: The group picks up a quick pace, fast given that they have to carry a stretcher with a badly injured man on it. Meanwhile the tanks close in and the speeder sees them on foot, and changes course::

<Kahlan> ::holds up her side of the stretcher and runs::
<Dimitri Shashikov> All: Faster! ::sees the speeder heading their way::
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: Keep them moving. I'll handle the rear.
<Trila_Solahn> :: breaks into a run and moves the group along:: All: Come on! Let's move! Move!.... ::watches the speeders and stuff::
<Brask_Key`far> :: tries to quicken his pace but can't since he has to stay with Dimitri and Kahlan::

ACTION:: The ramp to the shuttle closes and the pilot lifts off, obviously planning to leave the area. Unfortunately for him, the snub fighters have other plans for him and fire. Within a couple minutes of concentrated fire, the shuttle explodes, sending debris in all directions. Including towards the group and the speeder. The speeder stops immediately, but the group keeps moving::

<Ian_Hawkins> :: ducks, but keeps his eyes on the now stopped speeder::
<Trila_Solahn> :: powers up her blasters as she hurries the group along::
<Kahlan> ::moves toward the hospital with the others, trying to set the pace as fast as she feels is safe for the Commodore::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back to the group to see them continuing on::

ACTION:: Just less than a block fron the hospital, troops round the hospital corner to block their path::

<Brask_Key`far> :: frowns when he sees the troops::

ACTION:: The speeder resumes the chase, and the tanks stop, turning to return to their original positions::

<Trila_Solahn> ::sees the troops and frowns:: Troops: Now now gentlemen, we have a wounded man here, surely you wouldn't stand in the way of someone dying would you?
<Kahlan> Trila: Of course they wouldn't stand in the way of his dying. It's his living they want to stop.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees the speeder heading towards him and stands his ground, no weapons in his hands. Just a small pack on his back::

ACTION:: The troops take on a defensive stance and level their weapons at the group, looking to not budge::

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<Kahlan> ::stares at the men, releasing pleasure pheromones in the hope of making them stand down::
<Brask_Key`far> :: speaks quietly:: Troops: Don't do it. Move.
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> ::on the speeder as it slows and stops in front of Ian:: Ian: You think we won't kill you?
<Trila_Solahn> :: places her hands on her hips and sighs, shaking her head as she looks them in the eyes and smiles:: Troops: If you move and let him through... you can take me in for interrogation... ::smirks and catches what looks to be the lead guy's eye:: Lead Troop: I'll even let you do the frisking...
<Ian_Hawkins> Field Marshall: You could kill me if you like, but what good would come of it? THere is a wounded man over there and his hospital is destroyed by the storm. This is the closest one to him. If we are driven away, you might as well kill the wounded and defenseless man now.
<Brask_Key`far> :: sees Trila stopped and frowns, slowing down slightly but not stopping::
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> ::gets out of the speeder and walks over to Ian, much to the dislike of his aide:: Ian: You talk like a diplomat. Are you part of his government?
<Ian_Hawkins> Field Marshall: No. I am part of an independant organization sent here to investigate the storms that plague this planet.
<Trila_Solahn> ::takes a few steps toward the troops letting her hips loosen up as she walks, makes a motion to the group to step a bit closer as well as she moves toward them::
<Dimitri Shashikov> All: Keep going! The hospital is just ahead! ::tries to push the stretcher to go faster::
<Kahlan> ::carries the Commodore closer, following behind Trila:: Troops: Look. I fought like the devil himself to save this man's life, but he won't live long. Please stand aside!
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and picks up the pace once again:: Troops: Yes, arrest us if you must but do it after we get him inside.
<Troop Leader> All: Stay back. We have to defend this hospital. We are under orders to shoot if need be.
<Kahlan> TL: You would shoot a doctor trying to transport a critically wounded man? What kind of person are you?
<Brask_Key`far> :: slows once again, frowning:: Kahlan: They are following orders...
<Trila_Solahn> TL: Defend the hospital against what? :: points to the man on the stretcher:: Does he honestly look like he'd do ANYone any harm??
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> ::nods:: Ian: I can tell you that the Commodore that you carry is the cause of them. He has started this war and we intend to finish it.
<Kahlan> Brask: I don't care if their following a devine revelation! This man will die without that hospital, and as his doctor I intend to get him there
<Trila_Solahn> ::walks toward the troops and guides the group along::
<Brask_Key`far> :: slows to a stop:: Kahlan: Not if it will cost more lives.
<Ian_Hawkins> Field Marshall: Killing him would just make a martyr of him. Let him be attended to in YOUR hospital, under YOUR supervision. Then once he is healthy, you can arrest him and have a trial. You can't lose.

ACTION:: The troops stand their ground::

<Kahlan> Brask: Move your furry behind! I will not lose him! ::turns to the troops, and against all of her upbringing, projects fear toward them with her pheromones::
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> ::weighs Ian's words and turns to his aide:: Aide: Have those troops escort them to the hospital and hold them there. Let the Commodore be treated by our doctors. Send that order now.

ACTION:: The aide nods and sends the order, which is received by the Troop Leader via comlink::

<Trila_Solahn> ::continues to move toward the troops::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands his ground until the troops step aside::
<Troop Leader> ::waves to his men to stand down:: Trila: You are to pass, but under our escort. You need to give up your weapons before going further. For your safety.
<Trila_Solahn> ::shrugs and hands him her weapons:: Troop Leader: Fine by me.... we're not here to hurt anyone...

ACTION:: As the group gets closer, the troops become afraid and raise their weapons again, to defend themselves.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: is glad he was stopped and stays where he is, not making a move towards the troops::
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> ::gets back into his speeder:: Ian: Hop in.
<Kahlan> ::frowns, then laughs:: All: Wait. I can fix this.
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at the troops oddly:: TL: What? I'm giving you my weapons! How much more trusting can you be?
<Kahlan> ::smiles and projects new pheromones of peace and love toward the troops::
<Kahlan> ::in other words...all those happy thoughts::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::jumps into the speeder, settling in just before it heads for the hospital::

ACTION:: The troops become disoriented and confused. Some begin to wander around, while others back away from the group::

<Trila_Solahn> ::rolls her eyes and looks back at the group:: All: Just get him inside... I'll deal with these clowns
<Dimitri Shashikov> All: What's going on? ::shakes his head:: Let's just go!
<Brask_Key`far> :: starts moving again towards the hospital at a good speed::
<Kahlan> Dimitri: One way or the other, fear or love, they'll let us pass now. ::shrugs and walks toward the hospital with the stretcher::

ACTION:: As the group gets to the hospital entrance, the doors open for them. Meanwhile the speeder slows at the confused troops, and the Field Marshall shouts out orders to them, snapping them out of their confusion, as duty kicks in again::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks back at Kahlan:: Kahlan: Why didn't you do that before? We could have gotten in by now....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks on towards the group and grins briefly::
<Kahlan> Trila: I did. I did fear. ::smirks:: That's why they were afraid of us. The idiotic response was when I added love in an attempt to take away the fear. ::giggles::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow at Kahlan's words:: Kahlan: You can affect emotions?
<Kahlan> Trila: At least they didn't try to mob me with kisses since they were afraid to begin with. ::laughs::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Kahlan: That's what I was talking about... ::chuckles:: The poor guys didn't know what hit them....
<Kahlan> ::nods at Brask:: Brask: Yes, and sense them too.
<Kahlan> Trila: I never thought of doing two at once before...especially not fear. ::frowns:: Negative emotions are frowned upon by my people.
<Dimitri Shashikov> All: I just want to get the Commodore back to health. ::shifts his eyes to the hosptial staff who have come to help them::
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: That's interesting. :: logs the information away for use later and continues on into the hospital::
<Trila_Solahn> ::enters the building with the group and starts looking around for someone::
<Kahlan> Trila: That reaction is the reason my people are schooled from childhood to never lose their temper...which I also did... ::sighs and looks at the people coming to help::

ACTION:: a repulsor gurney makes its way to the group and staff immediately move the Commodore to it, then push on to the first open room::

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Six Cont'd.

(continued)

<Brask_Key`far> :: stops, setting the makeshift stretcher down::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks to Dimitri:: Dimitri: You going to go with him?
<Kahlan> ::follows along, glad to finally have the Commodore in a hospital::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::tries to follow, but is pushed back at the door:: Orderly: Let me in! I have to be by his side!

ACTION:: The speeder continues and stops at the hospital. The Field Marshall and Ian hop out and enter the hospital::

<Trila_Solahn> ::watches the orderly push Dimitri away:: Self: Guess not... ::goes to him::
<Kahlan> ::frowns at the orderly stopping her:: Orderly: Let me pass please. I am the one who removed half of his internal organs in the field. I need to be in there.
<Field Marshall Whinfeld> ::followed by troops:: Troops: Secure these people. ::continues to the room with the Commodore, keeping Ian close behind::
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Dimitri, comfortingly:: Dimitri: Look, they're doctors, they have to uphold the hypocratic oath... they can't do him any harm....

ACTION:: The orderly lets the Field Marshall and Ian pass, as troops gather the rest of the group and herd them into a different room after disarming them::

<Kahlan> ::tries to walk back away from the others and into the room:: Troops: Please! I need to at least tell the doctors what I had to do to save him. They need to know what has been removed.
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles at the lead Troop, giving him a wink:: Lead Troop: As long as I can have it back later...
<Troop Leader> All: Just do as you are told and you won't be harmed. I'm sure you will be released once this is all over. ::motions to the troops to continue their search of weapons::
<Brask_Key`far> :: does whatever he is told and hands over his weapons, moving to a corner of the room afterwards and leaning against it::
<Trila_Solahn> ::lets the troops search her, almost enjoying it as she smirks mischeiviously::
<Dimitri Shashikov> ::sighs:: Trila: So much for trying to protect the Commodore. ::looks the troops over to find a weakness, as they search him::
<Kahlan> TL: I am his doctor! You can't keep me from him. The other doctors need to know what I did!
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: Again, they are following orders, they are not going to let you in.
<Troop Leader> ::holds a hand up to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Don't even try to get me to release you for whatever reason you have. It won't happen.
<Kahlan> TL: I don't want released. I simply need to speak with the other doctors. Even a few minutes will be long enough. Send one of your men with me if you must.

ACTION:: The troops come away with a large collection of small weapons, much to their suprise::

<Troop Leader> ::Shakes his head:: Kahlan: No! Now get back.
<Kahlan> ::steps back, frowning:: TL: All right, but this is important. Is there a way I can send them a message?
<Trila_Solahn> ::leans against the wall with her arms folded, watching carefully::
<Troop Leader> ::ignores her and tends to other obligations::
<Kahlan> ::sighs and leans against a wall:: TL: Look, if you find it convenient, tell them his lung was punctured and I had to remove his spleen, his pancreas, and one kidney.

ACTION:: The Commodore is scanned, as doctos look at his condition, working to stabilize him. They see by the scans that he has been operated on already, and know what they need to do from there.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at Kahlan:: Kahlan: If it means anything, I think you can find comfort in knowing that if they are good doctors, they're already going to know all that when they examine him...head on his shoulder::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods:: Kahlan: Me too... ::voice drifts off::... me too...

%$%$% END EPISODE SIX %$%$%

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Mission Assignment 060905 - Episode Seven

EPISODE SEVEN:
Six hours have passed. Commodore Symteria has been submerged into a bacta tank, after his surgery was examined and his body cleansed of any infections that may have occurred. His condition is stabilized, and he should be able to be extracted from the tank within the next four hours.
Field Marshall Whinfeld has been discussing the situation with Ian. He seems to be having a disagreement on how the storms were created or caused to happen. Though sound thinking and current events show that the Commodore has nothing to do with the storms, the Field Marshall still has his mind made up.
However, he has agreed to allow Pinnacle Inc. to complete their mission. If their findings prove the Commodore is innocent, he will be released.
Meanwhile, The rest of the group have been stuck in the tiny room, under armed guard. They have been given news of the Commodore's condition, but that is all. Other than being fed by the troops guarding them, they have had no other contacts outside the room.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE SEVEN %$%$%

<Kahlan> :: paces back and forth in the room::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to lean against the wall in one corner of the room, anxious to get the investigation started::

ACTION:: Two of the troops from outside open the door and enter, waiting for someone else to enter behind them::

<Kahlan> ::stops pacing, standing near Brask and watching the door::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::enters the room with a pilot, Mike Talbet:: All: Hello everyone. Hope you got some rest. ::motions to Mike:: This is Mike. He'll be joining us at the Field Marshall's request.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to the pilot:: Ian: So are we free to go then?
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: Yes, under certain conditions.
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Conditions?
<Mike_Talbet> :: smiles and nods ::
<Trila_Solahn> :: is leaning up against a wall with her arms folded and doesn't move as she sizes up Talbet::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: All: We have to report our findings to the Field Marshall. Hopefully our findings will prove that the Commodore had nothing to do with the storms and debris.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods, pushing off of the wall:: Ian: So are we sticking with the original plan?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Brask: Yes, except you will have Mr. Talbet here to pilot you around. You will be given a shuttle decked out with a full sensor package at your disposal. The shuttle is why Mike will be the pilot. The Field Marshall wants it back in one piece.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Ian: I see. :: walks over to Mike and extends his hand:: Good to have you aboard.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> Brask: And I will be accompanying you as well.
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Dimitri and frowns:: Dimitri: Shouldn't you stay here with the Commodore?
<Kahlan> ::stands by the wall, waiting until it's time to leave, and wondering when Brask will choose to speak to her again::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Trila:: Trila: Miss Solahn. It will be just you and me to survey the debris field. The Field Marshall doesn't wish to expose his people to such dangers.
<Mike_Talbet> :: just looks at Brask ::
<Trila_Solahn> ::nods and gives a little shrug:: Ian: Of course...
<Dimitri_Shashikov> Brask: No, I'm part of this group. There's nothing I can do for the Commodore now. I'd be more help to him if I were to go with you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to frown and thinks for a few moments, turning to Ian:: Ian: This is our investigation, correct?
<Ian_Hawkins> Trila: He did give us a shuttle, though. Not a pretty thing, but it should do.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Brask:: Brask: Yes and no. Why?
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises an eyebrow:: Ian: Yes and no is not an answer.
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: We are to conduct the investigations, but we report to several people now. That makes it their investigation as well.
<Kahlan> ::mumbles something about too many cooks spoiling the stew::
<Dimitri_Shashikov> Brask: Look here, Bothan. If you don't want me along, just say so.
<Trila_Solahn> ::eyes Dimitri:: Dimitri: Geez, calm down... what makes you think he doesn't want to come along?
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian and hears Dimitri:: Dimitri: I did not mean to imply that. I simply wish to be clear before hand on who is in charge. So there are no mix ups at a critical time in the future.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::shakes his head in frustration::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns back to Ian:: Ian: Well?
<Ian_Hawkins> All: Look, Kahlan is heading the planetside investigation. If there are any problems, then speak to her. ::looks at the time:: But you will have to do it on the way. Let's go. ::turns to the door:: Mike: Lead the way, Mike.
<Trila_Solahn> :: pushes herself off the wall and follows Ian and this "Mike" guy::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Ian, smiling and moves to follow him::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian and the others::
<Mike_Talbet> :: senses only hostility from the majority of the group, but then, half were non-human. It was to be expected. He turns and heads back the way he came. ::

ACTION:: The group leaves the hospital and gets into a speeder van, which takes them to the landing pad. On the landing pad is a shuttle that is made for planetary use only (not spaceworthy). The other shuttle is a beat up boarding shuttle that was used during the planet's previous war years ago.::

<Trila_Solahn> ::raises her eyebrows at the poor excuse for a shuttle:: Self: I'm glad it's not me flying this thing.... :: pauses:: wait a minute... what am I saying?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops at the landing pad and looks the shuttles over:: Trila: I was hoping you would be piloting. However, if you rather not....
<Trila_Solahn> ::looks at him with a wide girlish grin:: Ian: I always fly... get used to it
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to Ian and Trila:: Both: Good luck. :: turns and moves to the planetary shuttle::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Trila: I was counting on it. ::walks over to the shuttle to inspect it, noticing some battle scars here and there::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask over to their shuttle::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::opens the side hatch and looks inside before entering:: Self: Interesting:: notices the musty smell inside::
<Trila_Solahn> ::instantly climbs inside and conducts her instinctive inspection of the c0ckpit. Sitting herself down and making herself comfortable as she powers up the shuttle and gets easily familiar with it's controls and how good a working order it's in::
<Mike_Talbet> :: pats his ship lovingly then opens the boarding ramp :: Brask: Get in and find a seat.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods to Talbet and enters the shuttle, looking around::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask into the shuttle and finds a seat next to his, hoping they might get a chance to talk along the way::
<Brask_Key`far> :: remains standing, moving to one of the viewports::
<Kahlan> ::sighs and looks at Brask's back::
<Trila_Solahn> ::smiles as she instantly feels comfortable and looks back at Ian:: Ian: You in? You buckled up?
<Mike_Talbet> :: makes his way to his pilots chair and starts running pre-flight checks. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes a seat:: Trila: Sure.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::takes a seat nearest the pilot's seat::
<Trila_Solahn> :: powers up the shuttle and prepares for lift off::
<Kahlan> ::chews her bottom lip for a moment and finally decides to be the one to break the silence:: Brask: Are you angry with me?
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to look out the viewport:: Kahlan: No, you just don't make any sense.
<Trila_Solahn> @::lifts the shuttle off the platform and plots her course, then engages::
<Trila_Solahn> @Ian: Got any ideas on what we're going to find up there? I shudder to think anymore debris coming after us in this hulk
<Kahlan> ::gets up and stands next to Brask:: Brask: How so?
<Mike_Talbet> :: follows the first shuttles lead, only taking the speeder up maximum flight altitude. :: Both: Hey, quiet it down back there!
<Ian_Hawkins> @Trila: Not a clue, other than magnetic space junk. I'm not so sure that is by accident either.
<Trila_Solahn> @::nods:: Ian: But isn't it strange that all of it is magnetic?
<Kahlan> ::ignores Mike:: Brask: How do I not make sense?
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to Mike and frowns, not listening to him of course:: Kahlan: You are a doctor, so you should value life, yet you kill. And you also value one life over many, which is not right.
<Dimitri_Shashikov> ::looks back to them and then to Mike:: Mike: Don't mind them. They have a thing between them or something. :: pauses:: So what's the plan?
<Ian_Hawkins> @Trila: I'm not convinced of that either. Could be that the magnetic ones drag the others with them. Hard to say until we get a closer look.
<Mike_Talbet> Dimitri: We have to take orders from them. I'm just here to fly.
<Kahlan> Brask: I valued that one life simply because if he lives, he will save many. And I kill when I have to. Besides, what makes you think it was the Commodore's life I valued?

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