Day 062: The Mountain Falls (Level 3)
Summary: A mixed group of Skaikru and Trikru (and an Azgeda) assault Level 3 of Mount Weather.
Date: 30 July 2016
Related: Concurrent with The Mountain Falls (Level 7)
Kane Britt Rinnan Tink Thesda Morgan Cole Lionel Richael Cameron Grounders Sarah Dante Scarlett 

Mount Weather
In scene-sets
62 Days After Landing

There is a big difference between a commando assault by thirty warriors going in three different entry points and a massed attack by more than five hundred warriors going in a single door.

Certainly, there are teams at each of the entrances used by the commando forces, but they are each larger than the entire commando strike, in place to block off any escape attempts. Another team is headed for the dam even as the massed warriors arrive outside the massive door at the top of Mount Weather, and still more warriors haunt the lower slopes, looking to combat any Reapers who might interfere or to catch any escaping Mountain Men.

When the forces are assembled, there is a call on the captured radio, demanding the surrender of Mount Weather.

The voice that comes over the comms is that of a young woman, and those familiar will recognize it as Fiona Kattegat. "Attention, Mount Weather. This is the Militia of the Ark and the Coalition of the Twelve Clans. We hereby order you to open your doors, stand down, and surrender the Mountain to our forces. No innocents will be harmed if you respond with your surrender and allow us to proceed peacefully. Resistance will be met with force. Again, communicate your surrender and no harm will come to you." Her voice is determined, focused. There's no room for doubt here.

There is, perhaps ominously, no answer. The commanders of the combined force wait for three minutes by the watch of Major Wu, deep beneath Philpott Dam, and then his team disables the generators, one after another.

At the front gate, it is perhaps fifteen minutes before the lights over the door falter and fade, fifteen minutes during which a warm summer rain begins to fall in the early evening. But then they blink out, and under cover of bows, crossbows, javelins, rifles, and pistols, a small team darts up to the front door. A charge is set, and… having prepared for the interference, it is blown without trouble. The door is hauled open by main force, teams of strong men and women on ropes, revealing a wide set of stairs descending into the darkness.

Kane calls out, "Level Zero teams, Forward!" Just as Lexa gestures, "First teams, move!" And the massive force begins to flow onward in neat bunches of ten or so. Those assigned to the higher floors go in first, leaving those assigned to the lowest floor, to go in last. This team, assigned to Level 3, is just a little head of the middle.

The Mountain's front door. Britt never thought this was something she'd see in person. She waits with her 'squad', fingers tapping lightly on her bow. There's a glance over at Thesda and Rinnan as they begin to move forward.

Rinnan moves in, as ordered, but seems interested in sticking close to Britt and Thesda as much as circumstances allows. Her shoulder is probably heavily bandaged under the armor she's wearing but any encumbrance from the pain of it probably has disappeared under the gloss of adrenaline and probably some of the medicine that Arlin tucked in her pocket before they parted ways with dubious expressions for their separation. Her knives along, she's got a enormous club hammer held in her hands having perhaps hindsight about bringing knives to gunfight. Britt gets a similar glance her way, as they go.

Tink is towards the back, barely able to see the front door. She has her rifle out and is sticking close to Cole as they make their way into the mountain. She lets the Trikru warrors check it out while she waits for the all clear to proceed. She tries to keep a sharp eye out to make sure that Mountain Men aren't going to jump out.

Thesda looks rather composed, save for perhaps being faintly grumpy that there's nothing here to climb. She's called Wantoppa for a reason, dammit. Her gaze flits to Rinnan and Britt, three of her left hand fingers curving around the tension of her bow-string. An arrow already rests in the notch, but she leaves it pointed downward for now. "<In Trigedasleng> It is a good day to die." She heard someone use that phrase once, as a way of spitting in the face of fate.

"Stay behind me." Morgan tells Cam as they start forward. "We're going to have to get you some armor again. If we have time, take some from one of the ones we kill. You can paint it something pretty later so no one thinks you're Maunon."

Cole got his pistol back that he took from the Mountain. In his head, irony that he would use one of their own weapons against them. Because he's all about irony these days. He's even given the pistol a name, though he hasn't really shared that one yet with anyone. Because it's like him to name all of his weapons. Because Epoch is strapped to his back, having gotten it back during his time in Tondc. Staying next to Tink, staying in the back, letting the more armored ones take point.

Lionel Weeks is doing pretty good. He only had to go wretch in the bushes one during the march in, and has been finding that his jelly knees are getting a bit more solid with each advancing step. He did okay with the commando team — only had a couple moments of breakdown — and he seems to be finding his stride as a soldier rather than just a peace keeper. It helps that he was in the Mountain with the same folks — save for a couple more additions in the form of delinquent-turned-militia. He is proving that he likes the leadership style which allows those militia under his command to use their own initiative and make their own decisions, as long as they stay within the confines of the mission parameters. No bookin' it to the kitchens for chocolate cake now, kids.

Lionel as his rifle tucked into his shoulder, head down and focused as they head down the stairwell — also, he hates these stairwells — down to Level 3. He had been on Level 3 before… watching Rawlins get a drill right into his bone. He does not relish being back here, but at least there are no more captives.

Richael amongst all the warriors and such is observing what she can see from here of the top of the mountain, A.K.A the destruction she wreaked when she blew the place up. When the front door is blown up and pulled open, she murmers, "We might have problems with keeping people alive at this rate." Not that most of the Trikru around her will care. She has her ammo vest she took from the mountain, along with a rifle, the radio she took sadly is in the care of Fiona, but she at least got to keep her bombs. Not that she expects to use them, but still, better to have them and not need them.

Solidly in the middle and following along after Lionel, Cameron looks over to Morgan with a grim expression, then around at his compatriots. He nods to Morgan, "Float me but I miss my armor, these jerkwads owe me my sword and my armor! They probably incinerated it or something. Damnit I feel naked." And not in the good way, which is how he prefers to be naked. "Yeah, a jacket at least would be nice. Makes me want to try for headshots. But no. Ugh. Floating hells."

"<In Trigedasleng> A better day to live," are Britt's thoughts in response to Theda's quote. She nods to Rinnan after catching her glance, then eyes the Azgeda in the pack with them. "<In Trigedasleng> A pack of Skaikru and an Azgeda. Which one of us pissed off the heda?" she asks with a good-natured smirk.

"<In Trigedasleng> Arlin," Rinnan advises Britt and Thesda with a provident nod and dry delivery. It's always Arlin's fault, even when it's not Arlin's fault. This is known. Rinnan's gaze skates furtively over to the Azgeda in the mix, the same way one does when you are calculating how much shade you can throw without it being 'a thing' that derails. Possibly, also: the chances of accidentally on purpose tripping into them with a big knife in hand. War is hell. Accidents happen, right?

Fiona's voice comes over the comms again. "Attention, Mount Weather. Your refusal to open the doors is considered a non-surrender. Do so now, lay down your arms and surrender the mountain and no harm will come to any of your population. Refuse, and we will proceed to bring down the full force of our combined might against you. For the sake of your civilian population, we urge you to offer your surrender."

As the teams descend the stairwell, they reach a small antechamber with elevator doors to the right and a battered and sealed door straight ahead. A keycard is helpfully swiped across the door up front, but it beeps red, and the door remains shut. And so the whole rush has to be delayed as someone pops open the card reader, finds the right wires, twists them together, and then the door opens. As this is happening, several teams pry open the elevator doors, causing air to hiss out, pressurizing the dark shaft beyond against radiation seepage as best as possible. Several teams hook up grapnels inside the shaft and begin to descend.

And then the door opens into a ruined machine room, with further ruin through blown-open doors on either side. And then the first explosions start, makeshift charges in the wreckage that bleed the first few teams, the ones assigned to clear Level Zero. And then the door to the stairwell is opened, and the first gunfire opens up, starting up a running gunfight down the stairs between the teams assigned to Level 1 and some Security Forces. Now relatively near the front as teams peel off to secure Level 0 and rush to Level 1, the group starts to come across bodies and wounded, although there is steady pressure behind them to keep moving forward, down the stairs and deeper into the Mountain.

"No harm to any of their population?" Morgan repeats, glancing over at Cam. "That's a promise we have no intention of keeping. Unless she's defining population very narrowly. Not that there's any chance of them taking us up on it." As they start coming across bodies, he takes the safety off.

He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife TEN TIMES. Britt would totally back Rinnan up on that one. "<In Trigedasleng> I'll have to smack him for it later," she says, re: Arlin. Her grip tenses on the bow when the gunfire erupts below them, and she forces herself to relax her still-sore hand. Sobering up as they descend further, she keeps wary eyes peeled. The wounded are spared a concerned look as they pass - a worried glance for familiar faces that might lay among them - but they are for someone else to deal with. At least she's not slitting Maunon throats as they go. Restraint. Morgan's comment gets a brief glance and a snort of agreement. "Their choice."

Cameron had his safety off the moment they stepped foot within he mountain, probably because he suddenly felt like the whole damn thing was going to collapse around him. "I don't know anything about Cage, the guy I heard was their head of security, but the impression I got was he wasn't exactly a surrendering time." Grim and serious, he shrugs: oh well. He might be feeling a little bloodthirsty today.

"Disorder." Cole finally says to Tink. "That's what I named it." he finally says, in reference to the pistol with him. The backup pistol that's still strapped to him as a backup is patted. "This one is Law. Y'know; Law and Disorder?" There's a private joke in there somewhere, but it's Disorder that he grips in his hand. He frowns as they pass by bodies. "Fuck, in the shit now. You still with me, Pix?"

"We can't kill everyone we disagree with Morgan. Not without proof they knew what their leaders were doing or participated in it. If we were going to do that, hell I already told Kane it's laughably easy to kill everyone in this place. Shut off the generators, a bomb in the air scrubber systems… watch radiation slowly poison all of the Maunon to death. They'd have no way to stop it. We're doing this because we want to be absolutely sure we're killing the right people and not people, like little kids that had no idea what was going on." Richael says that to Morgan as they walk past the wounded and bodies on the ground, she flips her weapon to semi-auto as they head into the mountain, letting those in front do the heavy hitting against the Security.

Tink is close to Cole, sticking to his side as they stand towards the back. She nods as those talk around her, getting her bearings since there were places in the mountain she didn't get to see before. "Silence usually means resistance from this crew," Tink points out because of their quiet blocking of the signal that happened before. She smiles as Cole tells her the name of his gun, "Oh that's awesome…and yeah, I'm still with you." She gives him a look that shows she'd go to hell and back to stay by his side.

"You are the chattiest bunch of soldiers I've ever seen… and I've seen a lot of war movies. No one talks this much," Lionel remarks to his chatty little band of militia. He then glances over toward the Trikru with an am I right, or am I right? look. Then he glances at his radio when Fiona's next call comes through, and he grimaces slightly — particularly in Tink's observation. "Silence means they don't plan on surrendering… but don't want to give us any possible information. That's always peachy." He then glances around the stairs, as they continue to go down. He is thoughtful at each corner, pausing, peeking, and then continuing. He hates these stairwells. Just ask him why.

"All of the Mountain survives on the blood of my people. There is no separation of intention and consequence," Rinnan's comment is dense and final in Warrior's English. Her stance unequivocal. Perhaps her stepping over bodies as they move deeper in, likely no doing much to un-ghoul her spare and unforgiving opinion. A brief glance tossed to Thesda and Britt for a moment.

"You name your weapons?" Britt says, glancing back at Cole with a strange look. She gives a wan smile and a little shrug to Lionel's look, choosing not to reply, because… chatty. She doesn't look outwardly nervous, exactly, when they start descending the stairs, but there is a tension brewing in her shoulders. Damn tunnels.

Thesda reminds Rinnan softly, "<In Trigedasleng> But that is not what the heda agreed to. No children, no one who surrenders. Do best to remember that." Somewhat belatedly, she adds to both women, "<In Trigedasleng> Maybe the Commander wanted to see the back of him. I certainly wouldn't mind." She peers over her shoulder at Lionel, mouth twitching before she continues onward.

"Did I say we were going to kill everyone?" Morgan asks Richael. "No, I said we weren't going to spare everyone. Big difference. No way in hell are the doctors or guards getting out of this alive but they count as part of the population. But they didn't take us up on it so we don't have to lie about it. And what are they going to say, Weeks? 'Oops!'" Seriously.

"There's innocent people in here." Cameron frowns over at Rinnan, "People who are just simple farmers, children. People who don't know what Medical and the leadership is up to. There is a separation from intention and consequence." That said, he steps along, eyeing the dead/wounded longingly. If only he could steal a jacket. But on they must go.

The teams headed for Level 1 split off, leaving the running gun- (and arrow- and spear-) fight up to the teams headed for Level 2. That means it will be the turn of this team and the other teams headed for Level 3 to fight against the Security Detail next. And some of them get their first sight of a dead Mountain Man, a hazmat-shrouded form sprawled in the stairwell with bullet holes in one arm and one leg, and a spear through the stomach whose assault rifle and pistol have already been taken by the teams ahead.

Lionel sighs, looking exasperated at Britt's words to Cole. He looks at Britt, and then at Cole, and then at Britt. "It actually is a… thing… not just with Skaikru… lots of examples of naming weapons… you have King Arthur's Excalibur… Frodo's Sting… Gandalf's Glamdring the Foehammer… Ned Stark's Ice… Ydring's Dragonfang." He shrugs a shoulder helplessly at Britt. "It's a thing… though, usually… you do not name your own weapons." He gives Cole a look. "Someone else bestows your weapon its name." Cole obviously has committed a weapon-wielder's faux pas. Then he looks to the more serious question, and he shakes his head. "My rule is this… if they try to kill us today, I'm killing them. Don't care who they are… if they surrender when asked to surrender…" He shrugs a shoulder. "And if they look too young to actually have a choice in the matter, that too."

"Why not?" Cole blinks, but not looking offended. "I know, it's weird Miss…ah…" the mechanic never caught Britt's name and doesn't want to just call something. "Miss Red. Sorry don't know your name. I just name them because…giving a weapon a name gives is personality. Meaning. I don't know, maybe that's stupid." Though he then looks at Lionel. "Really? Other people name your weapons? Shit, I never thought about that. Man, I screwed it all up."

Richael nods to Lionel and remarks, "There is always chatting in a squad before a battle in a war movie, Corporal." She looks back to Morgan and says, "I'd hold back on killing the doctors. Their solution may have been… inhumane, ok check that… it was fucking sadistic, but keeping what they know would save us weeks or months of work in saving the rest of the population. Then, they pay for their sins."

Britt gives Lionel a blank stare at all his examples. Then she shrugs. "A bow is just a bow. But if it makes you happy to name it." Cameron gets a frown in return. "Their guilt or innocence is not for us to decide. Our ways are different. Let's not argue it here. Pay attention to the fight." Or the could-break-out-at-any-fight, in any event. "Britt," she clarifies to Cole.

Unmoved Trikru warrior is unmoved by counter opinions, no matter how sensible. Rinnan looks at Thesda and her head bobs slightly left to right in a gently ambivalent response to her sane reminder about Heda's expectations before her eyes sweep over Cameron for a moment in generally stoic regard. Lionel gets a certain nod for his disjointed but generally agreed upon delivery. The dead Mountain Man in the suit gets a nudge with her foot as she sweeps by him, verifying that the dead are in fact just that.

Tink steps around the dead as they make their way deeper into the mountain, keeping close to Cole as she does. She is doing her best to keep silent and be useful so that means not interfering with those that are experts at killing. She looks to Cole to make sure he's doing okay.

"Considering we're armed, we're going to be making a lot of decisions on who is guilty or not. Namely, whoever we shoot." counters Cameron with a roll of his eyes, but he grunts and gestures to Lionel, having no real issue with his target list. To Richael he squints, "They do have computers and keep medical records." is made as a grim argument against sparing any doctors.

Hey, a Trikru talked to him that wasn't Que. That's pretty cool. "Cole. Uh." How do you tell someone thanks for not hating him? Eh, he'll maybe pester her later when they're not going to get shot at. Tink gets a little nod, then a reassuring smile.

Lionel looks helpless in the stare of one Britt kom Trikru. He even offers a slightly idiotic smile as if that will help everything. Cole is given a shrug, and a simple look of it's cool, I will only judge you forever for naming your own weapon or that might have just been a it's cool. Hard to say. Then he shakes it off and continues the decent. He's a bit unnerved… why haven't they run into anyone in the stairwells yet? Isn't that their thing? He keeps this worry to himself as they continue following Level 2's team, which means the hand-off is coming up… and then they lead the way down to Level 3. Again, he gets that cold feeling in his belly as he remembers what he saw on Level 3. He shakes his head, trying to maintain a focus.

Britt frowns at Cameron's response, and slants a little eyeroll of her own towards Rinnan. But she bites back any further response. Lionel's people are his problem. She continues following the young guardsman down the stairs, perplexed by his goofy smile.

As the Teams designated for Level 3 reach Level 2, the Trikru and Skaikru who were fighting ahead of them break off, working to open the doors to Level 2. It's now up to this team to lead the way downward again against the Mountain Men who lurk in the near-darkness of the stairwell halfway down the long flight of stairs, trading fire with the Level 2 teams.

<FS3> Rinnan rolls Warcraft: Good Success. (1 8 4 8)

"If you got it, suppression fire on the Em-Em to give our melee friends opportunities to get closer in!" The Corporal is already dropping his rifle, letting it catch on the sling, and pulling one of his flashbang grenades out. "Two can play at this game," he says under his breath as he stands back, sighting the security personnel. They seem to be the first target on his list.

<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Cole with Assault Rifle - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Cameron with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Security3 attacks Grounder11 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Morgan suppresses Security1 with Assault Rifle. <successful>
<COMBAT> Morgan suppresses Security2 with Assault Rifle. <successful>
<COMBAT> Morgan suppresses Security3 with Assault Rifle. <successful>
<COMBAT> Morgan suppresses Security4 with Assault Rifle. <successful>
<COMBAT> Morgan suppresses Security5 with Assault Rifle. <successful>
<COMBAT> Lionel suppresses Security1 with Flashbang Grenade. <successful>
<COMBAT> Lionel suppresses Security2 with Flashbang Grenade. <successful>
<COMBAT> Lionel suppresses Security3 with Flashbang Grenade. <successful>
<COMBAT> Lionel suppresses Security4 with Flashbang Grenade. <successful>
<COMBAT> Lionel suppresses Security5 with Flashbang Grenade. <successful>
<COMBAT> Arker1 attacks Tink with Pistol - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Tink fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Serious wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Security1 with Pistol and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Britt attacks Arker1 with Bow - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thesda attacks Security3 with Bow and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security2 attacks Thesda with Assault Rifle - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Security1 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Security1 attacks Morgan with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security1 attacks Morgan with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security1 attacks Lionel with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security1 attacks Richael with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron suppresses Security1 with Assault Rifle. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Cameron suppresses Security2 with Assault Rifle. <successful>
<COMBAT> Cameron suppresses Security3 with Assault Rifle. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Cameron suppresses Security4 with Assault Rifle. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Cameron suppresses Security5 with Assault Rifle. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Arker2 attacks Britt with Pistol but MISSES!

Britt approves of the flashbang, but eyes Lionel. "How in the hell are they supposed to advance with everyone carpeting the hallway with bullets?" she asks aloud. She flinches when the flashbang goes off - yeah, still not really used to that - and ducks when bullets start flying back at them, and curses when her arrow dings off the Militiaman's helmet. "Fucking helmets," she mumbles, adjusting her aim.

"It's forcing them to keep their heads down." Morgan answers Britt. It was actually a good idea which is why he did it, technically obeying Lionel's order. Should get him some brownie points next time he thinks it's a stupid order. And since they're keeping their heads down, it's time to rock and roll.

Not that Britt objects to them carpeting the hallway with bullets, mind you. But sending her people into that hailstorm? That's another matter entirely.

Cole's luck was bound to run out, his shot from his pistol(because damnit he wants someone else to name them)goes wide. But there's a 'zip' noise and it feels like he just got punched. And he looks down to see the blood pooling infront of his chest, staining his shirt red. "…oh fuck." he staggers backwards, suddenly realizing how much that hurts. But he's still raising his pistol to fire. Driven is a word to describe him.

Thesda lets an arrow fly but misses, much to her disgust. As she's turning her head, it leaves skin exposed enough for a bullet to sear along the skin, prompted a cry of pain. It's a graze, but had it been just a centimeter or two closer to target, it would have severed her artery. It hurts like hell, and grimly she pushes past the pain to try and fire off another arrow.

"Flash!" Lionel cannot help what comes next, singing out of pure instinct, "A-ah! Savior of the universe!" He lets the grenade fly, it going tink-tink-tink down the stairs at the end, rolling forward, and then blasting open in a flash of light, the scent of metal-oxidants, and an extremely loud noise. He then swings back up his rifle, advancing several steps so he can open fire.

Tink lets out a cry as Cole is shot and then suffers her own chest wound. It's not as severe as Cole's wound and she's able to get off a burst at one of the security guards shooting at them, "Morgan…can you take a look at Cole?" She gives Cole a look because she doesn't plan to lose him, not after everything.

There's a loud grunt as a bullet takes Cameron in the side, going through his shirt and cutting into his muscle along his ribcage, groaning. Coldly he groans, "Floating vampires." And takes aim to actually shoot someone this time.

Richael simply waits for the flashbang to go off and ducks back as rounds are fired at the people upstairs, herself and others. Seeing Tink and Cole get shot causes Richael to narrow her eyes before she looks over the railing and shoots one of the Security before she yells, "Miss Missiles is back fuckers!"

Morgan glances over his shoulder a moment when he hears Tink. "Sure. Drop back and take cover, Cole. I'll be right there after I shoot these guys."

Rinnan has been here before. Well, not here here but here: caught in a tight space with no cover with men with fayogons. Super awesome that was, last time. Perhaps, you can teach a dumb tree hill, dirt person new tricks because instead of flinging herself forwardly into battle. She instead pastes up against a wall behind Lionel with the flashbangs and sticks her fingers in her ears, waiting for a more ideal opening where two groups are not firing directly at each other with her in the middle.

The Azgeda warrior (named George by the Trikru) slips up against a wall as well, but he tries to push his way forward, sword at the ready, creeping along the wall as he heads down the stairs. Whatever horrible things (probably right) you think about Azgeda, you cannot fault their bravery.

The Maunon keep retreating down the stairs, carefully stepping down further and further toward the next landing. They continue to open fire, but the Security personnel seem a lot more calm and prepared than the two obviously not-Security personnel who seem to be wavering between adrenaline and terror.

<COMBAT> Security5 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Richael with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Richael with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Lionel with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Cameron with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Britt attacks Arker2 with Bow - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Thesda attacks Security3 with Bow and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security4 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Cameron with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Cameron with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Lionel with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Richael with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security2 attacks Thesda with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Security1 attacks Morgan with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Morgan fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security2 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Cameron fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Arker1 attacks Grounder11 with Pistol and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tink fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Richael fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security3 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lionel attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Arker2 attacks Britt with Pistol and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security3 attacks Grounder11 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Security1 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Left Hand.

Bullets are flying everywhere, and more then a few towards him: but fortunately, they don't seem to be aimed too well or Cameron ducking low is keeping himself a little target. Still, as he glares and ignores the pain in his side and takes aim, his own bullets go wide, too. Doesn't stop him from keeping going, though.

"I'm not dead yet, you fucker!" Cole may be on knee, and he's bleeding out of a decent sized hole in his chest. And it's getting hard to breath, but he does not give up, squeezing off a round at the man he was shooting at, putting a hole in the other's write. "Enjoy it!" But he's a little dizzy, getting up just enough to stumble backward to get out of the line of fire. "Keep shooting, babe." he says to Tink. "I'm alright.

Britt trades shots with one of the Maunon, and there's a small splash of blood as her arrow slashes at the base of the enemy's neck. His shot goes wide, spanging off the wall next to her. Her head jerks to the side a little, and she knocks another arrow.

Morgan is becoming a lot better at keeping the rifle steady when he unloads it at the enemy. But as tempting as it is to keep shooting people, he steps back, flipping the safety on and then hurrying out of the stairwell to go patch up Cole.

"Keep your head down, Cam!" Morgan calls as he reaches for his medkit.

The Mountain Men retreat, Lionel advances. He makes sure that he continues to fire freely on the Security Personnel, making them his first priority. He makes sure to keep an eye on who is trying to shoot the advancing melee fighters, and he immediately changes target to the one shooting at the Azgeda warrior — he doesn't know about the Azgeda-Trikru tension, so he doesn't see the harm.

Tink manages to get some payback on one of the security guards that are shooting at them. She manages to shoot a burst that hits that guy in the head, chest and left arm, "Holy shit…Cole did you see that." She looks over at Cole with concern but then he tells her not to worry and she nods as Morgan comes to Cole's aid. She then turns her attention back to the fighting.

Thesda has learned one important lesson today: SHE DOES NOT LIKE BEING SHOT AT. Another bullet nails her in the chest, making it impossible for her to continue with her bow. Cursing in pain, she plants her bow back in its holster and readies one of her throwing knives as she pushes forward, thankful she's nt bleeding from her good side yet.

Richael leans over the railing again to spray lead at the Security as they shoot back at her, somehow both sides missing each other. "Well shit." She switches the rifle back to semiauto and then leans back over for another exchange with the guards. The wounded and shot get a worried glance from Richael, but killing the guards comes first.

The Mount Weather militia — a quickly cobbled together group, indeed — show their nerves. This time, neither of the two manage to hit their targets. This appears to be contagious as more of the security forces also fail, but that does not slow their retreat. In fact, they seem to be keeping a nice pace despite the charging Outsiders, and flashing, bellowing chatter of the assault rifles.

<FS3> Rinnan rolls Stealth: Great Success. (7 1 7 8 6 3 1 8 8)

The Azgeda do not get the glory. If Trikru wrote things down, this would be written everywhere or at least a big smeary fingerpaint sign of a middle finger to the Ice Nation. Rinnan watches George start to move down the stairwell and frowns. It's now a matter of honor (and maybe pushing him down the stairs). Rinnan tugs briefly on Lionel's shirt from the back, a signal that she's there and also perhaps leaving. "Bye," she whispers, into one of Lionel's ears and then slides past him— this being a means of maybe telling him what's she's doing? The flying bullets have taken out an overhead light, casting a pool of darkness for her to move down along the wall, towards the shooting Maunon. Playing on Idiotic Mode: Begin.

Lionel blinks when his armored jacket is tugged, but he isn't thrown off balance. He is, however, completely stunned when he gets a whisper in his ear. He seems a bit dumbfounded for a moment, and then his brain gives him a nice kick. Right. He clears his throat. "I'll cover you," he manages in a gruff note.

<COMBAT> Tink fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Critical wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security1 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Cameron with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security3 attacks Grounder11 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Richael with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security2 attacks Tink with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lionel attacks Security3 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security1 attacks Lionel with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Morgan treats Cole:
< Chest (Critical): successful
<COMBAT> Arker2 attacks Britt with Pistol but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cole finishes reloading.
<COMBAT> Britt attacks Arker2 with Bow - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Arker1 attacks Grounder11 with Pistol but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Arker2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Security1 has been KO'd!

Tink lets another three rounds into the security guard she's targeting and manages to drop him. Before she can enjoy her victory, she's shot by his friend in the leg causing her to yelp. She immediately looks over at Cole and assures him, "I'm okay…" Yep, she's a tough little pixie girl. She can take it or at least take it until the high energy excitement from the fight wears off.

Third time's the charm? Britt fells one of the Arker guards with another arrow to the neck - this one truer to its mark. Her eyes narrow when she sees Rinnan inching down the hallway. "Damn it." Arlin must have given her some good drugs. She shifts her aim to one of the other troops.

More bullets flying, and Cameron is miraculously only having that one wound, and finally! He hisses as one of his bullets strikes the floating vampire. Conscious of his ammo, he focuses and stills, aiming for just above the damn armor those floating vampires are wearing.

The Maunon have reached the bottom landing, opening fire the whole way. On the last two steps, one of the militia falls, collapsing onto the stairs. Oxygen can be heard softly hissing as Rinnan gets closer, the air escaping the various holes in the suit. Exposure must be fairly low, as there is no immediate evidence of radiation burns… or they are just impossible to see through the small gaps in the fabric.

Even as bullets smack into the concrete above their heads, the Level 6 teams crack open the door, rushing inside with guns, bows, swords, axes, and other implements of destruction and death at the ready.

Morgan nods to Cole once he gets the bleeding stopped then secures his medkit. "Try to stay in cover." he cautions the medic then ignores his own advice to step out in full sight and fire a burst at the one who he can see aiming at Cam. So definitely not allowed.

Cole will be much thankful later. Once he knows he won't just bleed out right there in front of everyone. That would be a bit embarrassing for him. So while Morgan does his thing, Cole takes his time, sliding out the clip from his pistol, saving that for later when he needs it, and slapping in a fresh, full one. Might as well since he's got the time. "Thanks." he utters, groaning as he starts to get up to his feet. "Not gonna let you have all the fun, Morgan." he offers, coming out of cover as well, raising his pistol.

Where is Rinnan? That's a good question! For those not following at home, she's currently moving silently in the pool of darkness along the wall as she watches George advance more obviously to the one holding the small fayogon. The low hiss of air flooding into their suits as she moves closer causes her smile, not unlike the cat what's got the canary in it's mouth. Schadenfreude, you so good. Instead, she tacks towards the one standing just at the edge of the pool of darkness as she readies the club hammer in her hands to swing for his fences. Arlin probably gave her the good for not so good judgment drugs.

Lionel is carefully continuing his advance down the stairs, rifle still tight into his shoulder. He is grimacing a bit as his shot goes wide again, sending a chunk of concrete flying off in some random, probably harmless direction. He at least is doing a good job keeping things exciting up here while Rinnan sneak-sneaks down toward the Maunon.

Richael keeps getting shot at and the blonde's cursing can be heard throughout the stairwell, even with the rat-a-tat-tat of the assault rifles. Still her next shot hits the guard in the chest… and nothing happens. A curse follows before she decides to aim for less armored parts of their bodies this time. Of course, with such a chaotic situation, odds are she's not gonna hit shit. Lionel is watched as he continues down the stairs before she follows along in his wake, backing him up as she continues to shoot at that one guard that just won't die.

Thesda seems to have noticed Rinnan's no longer by her side, and as a scout, has a good idea of the advantage Rinnan is using. But for the moment, she's committed to her own direct action, and so she attempts to engage yet again, continuing to press forward.

<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Richael with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cameron attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tink fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security2 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security2 with Assault Rifle but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tink attacks Security2 with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lionel attacks Security3 with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Security2 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Thesda attacks Security3 with Thrown Knife - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Cameron with Assault Rifle - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Security3 attacks Morgan with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security2 attacks Rinnan with Brawling but Rinnan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Rinnan attacks Security2 with Club but Security2 DODGES!
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Morgan fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Morgan attacks Security5 with Assault Rifle - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Grounder11 attacks Arker1 with Sword - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Britt attacks Security2 with Bow - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Arker1 attacks Grounder11 with Pistol and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Arker1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cameron has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Security2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cameron spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Now that Cole is able to rejoin the fray, they team up on one of the security guards. Tink gets off a shot to the head and chest, giving a nod to Cole when his shot also lands. But it's Britt's attack with the bow that drops the man and Tink gives her a salute for that. She then looks at Cole to see who they should be targeting next.

Britt follows Lionel as he moves down the hallway, firing from beside him. Her arrow combines with a hail of Skaikru bullets to take down the guard that had turned to face Rinnan. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices George take down one of the Maunon, and there's perhaps — perhaps — a moment of grudging respect.

Morgan squeezes off another burst but freezes when a very familiar voice cries out in pain. Dropping his rifle to let it swing from the strap, he steps over to Cam and immediately drags him back out of the stairwell. "Told you to keep your head down. That includes the rest of you too." he grunts.

The club hammer in Rinnan's hand's makes an audible whiff sound with the force of its arc as it lashes out with the intent of caving him in. But the hazmat suit man with the gun peels away at the last moment, switching from his rifle to his hands in an attempt to have at her back. Tink's gun straffes bullets into his head and leg, sending up blood soaked mylar puffs of suit fragments and air. She ducks under his reach, letting out a snerking titter even as she's coming back up and swinging- Well dammit! Britt's arrow lands solidly in his trunk and he topples over like a sack of potatoes. Rinnan frowns for a moment up at the stairwell— hey! I was gonna murder that one! Undeterred, she rounds and goes for the one next to him, club hammer in hand.

Richael follows in Lionel and Britt's wake, the militiawoman seeming to calmly continue to put fire on that one guard that still won't die, no matter how much he's been shot at. But then there's the one particular one that seems to be focused on shooting at her this whole time. So self-preservation wins out and Richael takes aim at that one. Maybe she'll have better luck with this one, whilst the rest of the team is getting riddled with rounds back in the stairwell.

<FS3> Cameron rolls Resolve-3: Embarassing Failure. (1 1 1)

You know when armor would be really good? When being shot at. At the moment, Cameron doesn't have any armor, so when a bullet hits him firmly in the right shoulder he's ends up flung back on his ass, and dear lord all mighty that HURTS. There's more pain then he's ever had before— and he just collapses back on the ground. Morgan drags him back some? Well okay. But Cameron is a ragdoll laying there as he slips into shock.

<FS3> Thesda rolls Stealth: Good Success. (4 4 7 1 5 1 3 3 7 6)

The look of frustration on Thesda's face reaches nigh epic proportions. It's not like she can pick up a gun…to hell with this. Her second knife is left in its sheathe, and instead she pulls out the sword. She jogs forward to try and slide herself into the shadows as Rinnan did, but she's bleeding just a bit too much. Oh, well. She moves in to try and take a slice of one of the enemy. Maybe she can score an ear to give to Rinnan as a present.

The Security Detail reaches the Level 3 landing, continuing their retreat even as the Outsiders leap among them. The last of the militia is cut down by the Azgeda warrior (whose real name is definitely not George, but who will be George for the remainder of this scene), even as one of the Security men desperately tries to fend off Rinnan with the butt of his gun… only to catch an arrow in the chest. They turn the corner now at the Level 3 landing, taking them out of the line of fire for most of the ranged fighters and letting them focus on the melee fighters. Beyond them, another group of Security is starting to race up the stairs… but behind the Level 3 teams, the Level 4 and lower teams are starting to press forward, some slipping past the firing line to rush downstairs toward Level 3 and below.

<COMBAT> Security3 attacks Grounder11 with Brawling - Moderate Stun wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Security5 attacks Rinnan with Brawling but Rinnan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Tink finishes reloading.
<COMBAT> Thesda attacks Security5 with Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Rinnan attacks Security5 with Club - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Richael attacks Security4 with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Morgan treats Cameron:
< Chest (Moderate): successful
< Chest (Serious): successful
<COMBAT> Britt attacks Security5 with Bow but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Security4 attacks Thesda with Brawling and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lionel attacks Security3 with Assault Rifle - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Security4 has been KO'd!

It's a little awkward, shooting a bow while trying to go down the stairs and not tripping and falling and breaking your neck. Britt's arrow goes wide, and then she's moving to the corner, not sure what lies beyond it.

Morgan bandages Cameron up then leans down to give him a quick kiss. "Stay here. I'm going to go kill the one who shot you." And enjoy it.

Lionel blinks. He shot someone. That's twice in a row. He takes a look around, as if wanting to point this out to someone, but he decides against it. These kids aren't gonna understand, man. Britt might, but… that means pointing out his own excitement. So he just advances down another step as the Maunon start around the corner. "Cowardly bastards," he hisses as he continues. "Careful at that corner! They also use flashbangs!"

Whumpf. Hitting Maunon in the neck with a club hammer sounds makes a wet entertaining sound. It's like playing pinata with a wet cabbage under a tarp. Rinnan lets out a howl of pleased laughter for the sound. And also, the damage involved. She waggles her eyebrows appreciatively at Thesda for the knife that slips past the man's suit and into his body before she whirls with hammer in hands and goes after the one behind her. "I WANT TO SEE THE INSIDE OF YOUR SKULL SO I CAN HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS," she roars at him with a rictus grin, as she advances.

Richael fires another round into the abdomen of the guard that's been shooting at her and her eyebrows raise as it actually hits home, but when the enemy retreats further downstairs, she halts at the top of the next staircase and then lets the next teams go on by her, although her gaze watches the stairs for another opportunity to shoot.

Yep, for the moment, Cameron is just going to stay where he fell. Morgan bandaged him up but man, he's got shock going on here. Mind has turned off and he's got cold sweats going. He hasn't snapped out of it yet.

Thesda has the satisfaction of feeling her sword meet flesh, but it's not enough to sate her. The cursed maunon has since turned his attention on Rinnan, and well, Thesda is just not having that as she steps in to try and do her damnedest to separate the man's head from the rest of his body.

Tink looks to Cole, moving her assault rifle so it's on her back, "Cole…I need your help grabbing Cameron. We gotta move and we can't leave him here." She will wait to see if he agrees and then will move in to help move Cameron so he doesn't get left behind.

Moving forward to meet up with Tink, he takes a hold of Cameron. He looks like he's in pain, blood covering the front of his chest, but he looks like he's at least going to live long enough to see the Infirmary. "Cam! Fuckin snap out of it!" And he gets a slap across his face for his troubles. "C'mon man, we gotta move back."

The Security Detail continues its fighting retreat, reinforcements pushing up from below. As the first of the Level 4 teams reach the Level 3 landing, they start firing at both the nearest Maunon and at those rushing up from below. It's mostly bows and spears, but there are a couple of pistols and assault rifles in there too from Skaikru. Now the Level 3 teams just have to get into Level 3 and clear out their assigned areas.

What? He's slapped! Ow! That— oh god, the ow. Cameron reaches up and clutches at the bandaged chest wound, his breathing sounding.. off. He's sweating and a bit on the clammy side, but he still gets up slowly, grabbing for his rifle with a wince, and looking around. "Float me getting shot sucks." He's been shot a couple times before, but never an actual serious chest wounds. Just grazes and an arrow to the shoulder, you know, regular stuff.

Tink was about to yell at Cole for slapping Cameron but then it worked and he's talking normal like, "Yeah…getting shot sucks." She's got a bullet in her shoulder and one in her leg but that's not stopping the pixie, "We need to get moving and find the next door. I don't want to wait for another security detail to find us."

Britt covers the downstairs hall in case any other badguys should come up the stairs. "<In Trigedasleng> All right?" she asks Rinnan and Thesda, eyeing them in concern. Seeing Thesda bleeding, she glances back over her shoulder. "Morgan, Thesda is hurt."

"C'mon man, up." Cole utters, trying to get Cameron to his feet. "Tell me about it." The bullet wound in his chest is nasty, but at least it doesn't seem like he's collapsed a lung, miraculously. Or hit anything horrible. But he's bled enough to be a little pale. "Shit, guess the fuckin got my blood out of me afterall. "We still need to find Scar."

Richael sighs as the fighting moves further down and she decides to take the moments before they break open the door and move on to check her ammo and reload. Once done, she's checking the door to see what sort of security system it has. Can't be harder than it was to get into the mountain in the first place can it? A glance over to the others has her frowning in worry over their injuries.

"C'mon Cam." Morgan urges. "Need a hand up? Yeah, I know. Being shot sucks. Happened to me last time I was here." Looking over at Britt, he nods then waits till Cam has gotten to his feet. "Okay, let's see get you patched up." he says to Thesda, pulling more bandages out of the satchel at his waist that's doubling as his medkit.

<FS3> Richael rolls Mechanics: Good Success. (2 7 8 8 4 2 1 5 6)

Cam is up, though he's a little unstable, nodding first to Morgan, then to Cole and Tink, "I'm up, I'm up. I'm ready. Let's go see if we can find Scarlett. Or someone else to shoot because float me but I want to shoot someone really bad right now." Even though he pauses, "Except for the kickback, ow." But, he shuffles down the stairs to follow along with everyone.

The fight ends and Rinnan looks oddly disappointed that it is, her shoulders slumping slightly. Awww, mannnn, it was just getting fun. She nods to Britt, confirming her okayness before she looks over at Thesda and takes in the detail about her bleeding. A frown forms on her face even as Morgan is moving forward to help her. Rinnan's eyes move to the Azgeda in the group, giving him a momentary sizeup in the small hope that he might be full of holes. But no, just a normal Azgeda with only small amounts of battle damage. Stupid Azgeda. Moving out of the way of those working on the door, she leans up against the wall and passes the time, mostly by staring at Lionel in an obvious, predatory leer.

Not-George the Azgeda flexes and tests his right arm, watching the other teams push the Security further down the stairwell. Sensing eyes on him, he looks over to Rinnan and shows his teeth in a grin that twists his ritual scars, "<In Trigedasleng> Still alive, Tree-woman." He looks to the Skaikru at the door, then spits on the ground, almost coincidentally on the corpse of a Maunon, "<In Trigedasleng> When do they found the second Mountain?"

Britt looks over at the Azgeda. "<In Trigedasleng> Never. That is what we are here to ensure." There's a sharp look when she talks to the man, decades-old hatred hard to let go of even if they are here fighting a common enemy. She nods to Morgan as he moves to help Thesda.

When Richael gets the door open, it reveals a simple corridor, mostly dark but for the dim spots of emergency lights. Immediately, the other Level 3 teams start pouring through, giving the lead team a moment to catch their breath.

When they set off into Level 3, it appears to be entirely empty, and their path to the Quarantine Ward is unopposed. How disappointing.

The Quarantine Ward is a single hallway with doors on both sides. There are around two dozen doors in total.

Richael messes with the door controls like she did the last time they were here and manages to open it. The remarks between the Azgeda and Britt get a look from Richael as the door opens and the other teams pour through before she gestures. "After you all." She's just watching the other teams continue to pour into the basement of the mountain before she follows along with the rest to the hallway.

Thesda seems to only belatedly recall she's bleeding, and when Morgan moves to tend to her, she stays amenably still while he tends to her with his Skaikru medical skills.

Cole is in a hurry, once that door is open, he signaling for the other two that were trapped in the mountain with him to follow. "C'mon, start checking doors. Scuse me, Miss Britt." he notes, passing by the Trikru archer without another word. "Man, this room brings back some fuckin bad memories. First place we ended up when we all got fuckin snatched. Locked in these goddamn rooms." Immediately, he's peeking in windows into the rooms, hoping to fine someone in particular.

Rinnan knows some Azgedasleng, acquired from her time in the second war. It's likely all the best Azgedasleng, the stuff that really drives your point home like: 'Die', 'Die Faster', 'Worthless Dog', 'Whore', 'Your Mother Is', 'Your Grandmother Is' and 'Pass The Salt'. Not-George's helpful PSA that he's still alive draws away her beholding Lionel like he's a side of beef up for auction to look at him as she wrinkles her nose slightly. "I no pass the salt," she informs him with menace in Azgedaslenga and looks away. Someone Got Told.

"If there's anyone in quarantine, don't open the door. Secure it instead. This is where we will be putting anyone who is innocent, I expect. Here and level five, maybe." Cameron goes looking in one ward's door to the next, sorta shuffling along. He's still sweaty and clammy, but at least he's mobile.

George the Azgeda nods to Britt, "<In Trigedasleng> Oh good, then you mean to kill them all in here. I had wondered." He follows along after the rest of the group, grinning toothily at the Skaikru. And then he gives Rinnan an odd look, "<In Trigedasleng> Uh… good for you?" He sounds very confused.

Britt allows Cole past, then looks to Cameron. "We are not leaving potential combatants behind closed doors." A glance to George then, not entirely affirming his statement. She begins moving down the hall, cautiously, not knowing what to expect. "If they surrender, we will take them prisoner."

Tink follows Cole, being his shadow as they make their way down the corridor. She nods at Cole when he mentions this brings back memories, "Yeah…it really sucked waking up in here." She looks into the rooms to see if she can see anyone she knows.

One room is empty, two, three, four, and then, through the round window in the door, there's a figure in a blue hazmat suit crouched over a young man in a Security Detail uniform, apparently tending to bruises and contusions.

"The doors in this ward lock from the outside." points out Cameron with a shake of his head, knowing that quite well, having been locked in one once, "And if you take someone prisoner without an environment suit, you're killing them. Weren't you paying attention? They die when exposed to air from the ground— which we're bringing with us. The only way to take prisoners is to secure them in place."

Richael nods in agreement with Cameron. "Open these doors and these people die. We've brought too much radiation with us to safely remove anyone that is not in a suit. Probably the only safe way to do it would be to seal this level and have the turbines in the dam turned back on to purge the air on this level. Still won't make it safe, but they won't immediately die… or so I'd hope."

"<In Trigedasleng> Blood must have blood," Rinnan informs Not-George, making perhaps worlds more sense about something as she avoids joining the protocol discussion and sticks her face up against the glass of one of the doors and peers in. It's apparently the 'and then' door, as she knocks briefly on the glass to get the attention of the people behind it. Her expression brightens for a moment, her face taking on wide grin as her eyes deaded. Her hand not holding a weapon waves at them through the glass before she leans forward and gives the glass a long, nearly lewd lick.

"I paid attention. I paid attention to the part where finding a way to securely transport the prisoners was the Skaikru's problem. Our orders are to secure the Mountain," Britt replies sharply to Cameron. "It cannot be secure if there are rooms that may have armed soldiers within them." Like that one there, for instance. "<In Trigedasleng> Open it," she tells Rinnan.

The figure in the blue hazmat suit startles, turning around. She — the figure is a red-headed woman, it seems — has a roll of bandages in one hand. "Please don't come in here! You'll hurt him!" she says, hoping the sound of her voice will carry through the closed door.

"We can do that after everyone else not innocent is dead. Or at least all the fuckin soldiers are dead." Cole remarks, looking through windows. "Anybody in here that's not armed, I'm will to let somebody else- somebody else that's in charge an a higher pay grade to decide that." But he flinches at the idea of opening any of the doors that may hold people in them. "Look, we don't know if their innocent or not. If they don't got a gun, I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. I don't want to kill an innocent person who didn't deserve it."

Tink takes a stand next to Cole, ready to help him defend the position, "They're not in a position attack us if they're not in a suit and have no weapons. We should just mark this as something to come back to and seal them in there till someone can figure out a way to get them out safely."

"Are you missing the part where the doors lock from the outside?" Cameron stares at Britt as if she were insane, "Look through the window. Determine if there's any weapons. If so, open it and let them die and-or shoot them. Otherwise, lock the door and trap them inside. Its secure, then." He moves forward towards the door Rinnan's been pointed at, quite intending on getting in the way of opening it up.

Lionel spends 1 luck points on I'm sorry, was that you, Drama Lady? (+3 to Alertness).
<FS3> Lionel rolls Alertness+3: Good Success. (1 6 4 3 2 7 1 8)

Richael sighs and looks to Britt. "You are listening, but you do not hear us, Britt. We have plenty of people that can guard these rooms until the mountain can be made safe to remove these people." Her voice is not angry yet, but it carries a tone that is warning Britt she is going too far. The look in Richael's eyes says it all, she's not going to permit Rinnan to open that door, as she also moves to stop any attempt to open the door.

"Get out of the way, skaiboy," Britt tells Cameron, the threat obvious in her voice. "He is one of their security forces, and the other one is in a suit. Perhaps where you come from, you lock soldiers up with weapons, but we do not." If she hears Cole and Tink, she ignores them.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Rinnan=brawn+brawn Vs Cameron=brawn+brawn-1
< Rinnan: Failure (1 1 2 1 4 6) Cameron: Success (3 2 7 3 2)
< Net Result: Cameron wins - Marginal Victory

Britt said open the door. Rinnan nods to Britt, her eyes ticking towards the woman behind the door pleading Rinnan offers Britt the barest of nods and reaches down and pulls the door open, just as Cameron attempts to stop her. The latch clicks but he manages to be quicker on the draw, and pushes the door back into place re-clicking. Rinnan's head cants at Cameron, for a moment watching him curiously as her eyes trace downwards to the gunshot wound in his shoulder and back up again. She is, for the moment, silent.

There is a faint knock of knuckles against the window on the door directly across from the hubbub at the door. A man stands there — white hair, skin as fine and pale as paper, and eyes a sharp, pale blue. He is ghostly, and thin. Thinner than when the Ark kids saw him last. Dante Wallace speaks calmly, voice pitched high enough to be heard through the door. "You won't hurt him," he says, expression oblique. "He has received the Treatments."

<FS3> Britt rolls Alertness: Good Success. (5 5 3 8 5 8 5 5)

Lionel has been staying back, letting the arguments ebb and flow. Then he realizes something… he knows that voice. He blinks doefully, and then raises his hand slightly. "Britt, it's her… the Mountain Woman with the kids in the hallway…" He then grimaces, and shakes his head. "Alright, alright… hang on." The Corporal regains some of his composure, setting his jaw. "I want to talk to her… and then we open the door." He looks at Britt again. "Offer her a chance to surrender… we told her we would. If she surrenders — " And Lionel stops, blinking, and turning to the opposite door. He steps back, glancing at the ex-Delinquents for some answers… a slight do you know this guy? in his expression.

Morgan moves to stand next to Cam. "Okay, enough of this. We're not going to kill noncombatants. The security guard? Drag him out and slit his throat. As for…" Pausing, he looks over at the knock on the window.

"Cameron?" The woman in the blue suit's eyes go wide. "Cameron, you've been shot!" When she hears the president's words, she opens the door herself. "Come in here, let me see that shoulder… Oh god…" She looks at the assembled warband. "Please. Let me treat him," she pleads. "He's losing blood."

Richael looks over to the man rapping at the window as Rinnan and Cameron struggle over the door. She doesn't know who he is but she walks over to that window and asks, "Treatments? For the radiation? What about you? Since you seem to know what's been done…" She glances to Lionel as he seems to have identified the woman in the cell, but she looks back to Dante in his cell. She does however whirl on Morgan and snarls. "The guy can't defend himself Morgan. Would you like someone doing that to you in your place? Lets find out what he actually did as security before we go passing judgement. Especially if he is unarmed."

"You're not looking to take any prisoners, are you? Because to you the only acceptable way for you to take prisoners is to drag them out, and you know damn well that will kill them. No. I'm not going to stand here while you commit mass murder. That's a soldier so he needs to die, but our orders are to secure the Mountain. Locking the door accomplishes that and we can cut his throat at our convenience. But we were told to allow surrender and the guy is out of it. That's surrendering." Cameron winces a bit at the effort of pushing the door closed causes, but he looks firmly between Britt and Rinnan, not at all backing down from the Trikru. Then… Cameron blinks, staring over at Dante, through the glass. His voice is… conflicted. Cold. Angry. "That's President Dante. He was in charge… before they took Cookie and Hanne." His eyes harden, "So he was in charge while they took the Trikru. He was their kruheda." Then he blinks, looking behind… Sarah? "Doc? Doc K? Is that you?" To the others, "That's.. Doc K. She's a psychiatrist." This last is said as an important qualification, "Mind-doctor. Talks to you about what's bothering you. Doesn't do medical experiments."

"I'm not going to kill her if she surrenders," Britt says to Lionel, a barely-restrained anger in her voice after watching Cameron block Rinnan from opening the door. "She's in a fucking suit. She'll be fine. That guard had a weapon, and I want that room secured. You want to chit-chat with her first, Leo, fine." She hisses the word. "Then move your people or we will move them." But then they're saying that it's the kruheda over there in the other room and suddenly Britt's icy stare is turned on him instead.

Morgan looks over at Richael and rolls his order. "Why, no. If I'd been trying to kill a bunch of people, I'd probably object to them killing me first when I failed. That pretty much goes without saying."

"I would also advise against the brutal murder of a traitor," Dante says. The statement seems strangely inconsequential, despite the fact that he used words like brutal and traitor. "That is Mister Truman Cooper… he was arrested, oh about a week ago, for assisting in the escape of our Guests." His pale eyes glance toward those present who had been the so-called Guests. His posture is straight and refined — a kind of intelligent grace that starts in the slight out-turn of his feet all the way to the hint of uplift in his chin. He is still dressed in that pale grey, and very shabby suit, but his hair is not as neatly combed as usual. "His trial is scheduled for next week… undoubtedly guilty on all charges, and executed." He almost tuts as if he is chiding a small child. "But, of course… that assumes my idiot son doesn't kill us all before then." Then he nods soberly at Cameron's description. "Doctor Kirschenfield is indeed a psychiatrist… quite a good one, too." He meets Britt's stare with an unflappable coolness.

"Who's gotten the treatment." Cole, who had been quiet for a while, say towards the former President. "Anyone else in the Quarantine Ward? We need to know, just so they're not with anyone that's killed accidentally. Children and anyone that surrenders will not be harmed. I'm not looking to spill anymore blood than already has been. But damnit, we need to know who's received the treatment. Who can be let out. Who can't be."

Well, the door has been opened, and Lionel holds up a hand immediately to the woman inside. "Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask that you stay back… you remember me? I said if you surrendered, we would accept it? Now is the time to do that, ma'am." He nods at Sarah, stepping in — as long as no one stops him. He glances over her shoulder to Truman, and grimaces.

"Wait, that's Truman in there?" She points to where Sarah is in the hazmat suit, "Oh man…he's the one that got us out of there. You guys are not killing him." She pauses as Cole tries to get more information and then moves to follow Lionel in, "Truman's one of the good guys Lionel…please don't hurt him. He looks like he already took a beating."

"I remember you, reasonably-cute-murder-guy," Dr. K replies, voice quavering despite the quip, "But you're going to have to go through me to get my patient." Her gaze meets his defiantly.

Richael looks back to Dante at his remarks and then she says, "One of you kids identified a Truman Cooper as the guy on the radio while we were rescuing you all as someone that was deliberately misleading all the guards to give us time to do what we needed to. So as the former President here says, he is not an enemy. Or at the very least, he's not someone we need to kill." She looks up at Dante and replies, "And your son -is- an idiot, no offense. Of course, I probably wasn't the best person to talk to him at the time, given I had just blown up that missile silo at the top of this complex." She looks over to Lionel and asks, "Corporal? Can you radio Kane and tell them we have the former President in our custody?" She also looks back to Dante and asks, "If you have any suggestions that might save the lives of more people on this mountain, Mister Wallace, now would be the time to tell us."

"I will not allow you to kill a noncombatant out of sheer stubbornness, Britt kom Trikru. This room is secured. The weapon, if there is one, is secured by virtue of he can't floating do anything with it while locked in a floating door." Cameron's voice is like dripping ice, and then he blinks at Dante's words, "Oh, he's that guy? Okay, extra reason. Truman's internal security. And he helped us escape. I'm not saying that gets him off— that's above my paygrade— but that means no one kills him without a specific order." This said, with talk of treatments, he lets Leo through and no longer blocks anything, as long as no one is looking to kill someone, "Dante…" Cameron is so conflicted on that one. He shakes his head slowly, unable to look at this painter, who spoke so kindly, and… remember what he authorized. "The Trikru are here for vengeance, Dante, for their hundreds— thousands. As is the Ark, for our five. Justice, maybe. If there can be anything like justice with this much blood."

Rinnan lets out a exhale of breath, a 'mmph' of a noise that sounds like the start of a laugh but it's dead inside and fades into a bottomless nothing of a noise as Cameron talks and turns away from Cameron and Morgan co-standing sentinel. She rounds towards the door behind them- still uninterested in the shouting match that's blowing up- and grabs the handle, eyes on Dante through the glass in the beat before she actually pulls. This opening doors game is fun!

"It's not your son killing you that you need to worry about," Britt replies to Dante, her voice low. The look she slants Cameron is no less icy than the one she leveled at Dante. "It was your clansman who spoke of slitting his throat, Cameron kom Skaikru. I said to secure the room. And now we can." She motions George in there. "Check for weapons, secure the prisoners." She'll move on to make sure they have checked all the rooms.

Azgeda George nods to Britt, perhaps a little sourly at taking orders from a Trikru, but then he smiles, evidently assuming a wink-wink-nudge-nudge sort of 'secure' as he hefts his sword and advances on the room holding Sarah and Truman.

Fuck, shit, damnit. Lionel looks at Tink, and then at Sarah, and then at Truman. He grimaces, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but he's not a free bird. You get me? We take him to Kane and Lexa kom Trikru… they decide what to do with him. There's a word for this… ah… " He snaps his fingers, thinking back through his massive archives of pop culture. "Ah, fuck… something about war crimes." He is inside the room with Truman and Sarah now, completely oblivious to what is actually happening in the corridor, but at Richael's words, he huffs slightly. "With or without references?" He glances at Richael, but is already on the horn. "Ahem, Chancellor Kane… Corporal Weeks reporting. We have the former President Wallace." Beat pause. "Not the current one. The older one… white hair, obviously poster boy for vampiric skincare products." He stops himself before he spirals out of control. "Might be worth letting the current President Wallace know."

"Oh, I know, Mister Scott." Dante actually seems quite relaxed despite this revelation. "I'm quite aware why the Outsiders are here." His gaze flicks to Rinnan now, and he tilts his head slightly. "I have not had the Treatments… open the door, and I will have…" And he glances slightly at his watch in a slightly dramatic manner. "Five minutes…" He looks at Rinnan now. "I won't fault you for opening it, dear girl… but… then I would be dead." He has the tone of a wizened professor, giving the facts with no emotional investment. He looks as if he has not eaten in days… so perhaps he just doesn't care anymore. His eyes glance to Richael. "Save our lives? Why?" The question is asked stoically. See, Grounders aren't the only masters of stoicism.

"Cameron, come here right now so I can take a look at your shoulder, and inform reasonably-cute-murder-guy that he is not going to harm Truman," Sarah says, trying to sound authoritative, but she's quavering.

"They're not going to kill Truman right now Dr. K," Tink tries to assure Sarah, staying with her and Truman to make sure that Lionel and everyone else doesn't harm the two of them. She's not training her assault rifle on anyone but it's at her side.

The next window that they look into is another slightly different scene. On the white walls are drawings, beautiful in the black and white composure. The pictures are of the 23 in different poses of life: Cameron has his arm around Morgan with his head on his lovers shoulder, Reno and Tink face each other in a sweet kiss and Tink has a beautiful pair of wings, Cole is relaxed with a drawing pad on his knees, Max and Quinn are together, Madelyn is watching TV, and it goes on. But in the center of the mostly bare room is a pale figure with short blonde hair cut sharp to the face. Scarlett is kneeling dressed in very little, a soft white cloth that clings to her skin and shows she hows nothing, her arms out to the side with her palms up. It could be a meditation pose or a surround pose, but either way, she is unarmed and unmoving.

"Ma'am," Lionel looks at Sarah once he's off the radio. He gives her a rather obvious look. "I need you to say that you surrender… and then I will see that… ah… Truman here is taken into custody." He holds up a hand. "But, I need you to also stand back… we have a medic to see to Mister Scott… I need to keep this official." His voice is gaining a bit of edge. "You're a smart woman… you know that."

Reasonably cute? She must be nearsighted. "If these are accounted for, lock them back up then let's move on. We can't waste a lot of time debating with a few prisoners." Morgan points out. "We can come back for them later and figure out what to do with them."

Richael's foot shoots out to block the door from opening and she looks Rinnan in the eyes. "He's important. If he says he's going to die, believe it. We want him alive for now." She looks back to Dante and is quiet for a moment before she says, "We too lived in a prison, Dante Wallace. The Ark was to us what Mount Weather is to all of your people. You did what you had to do to survive, which I don't fault you for. But all the lives your people have taken over time… there was no reason for it. Especially since now your son has a cure, which you and your son could have come and -asked- for our help to stop all of this. But it doesn't mean your people have to die for it."

Britt doesn't really watch to see what George does. Silly her, trusting an Azgaeda. Poor Truman. She's off checking the other rooms. Scarlett's room gets a REALLY odd look. "What the hell?" She shakes her head, deeming the woman not a threat. There's a glance back to the Skaikru. "How do I lock this door?"

"I'm fine, Doc K. Well, reasonably fine. Morgan patched me up." Cam's actually clammy, sweaty and a bit pale from blood loss. But hey. He thumbs a finger at Morgan, indicating the handsome package of manhood that is totally real and alive and all of that. Cameron follows Britt along, not trusting her not to just randomly open doors at a whim, and wanting to be ready to get in the way. He then looks— "Scarlett!" And is hammering on the window to try to get her attention. "Cole, it's her!"

Sarah 's eyes go wide. "Is that Morgan?" She actually smiles, she's so happy for him. Then she returns to the moment, nodding and stepping back. "Okay. I surrender. But he doesn't need a medic. He needs a /doctor/. And I'm a doctor."

"What?" Cole's attention is torn away from asking Dante questions, looking over at Cameron, starting to haul ass down the hallway to the to where Cameron is. Getting to the door, he smushes his head up against Cameron's to share the little window into Scarlett's. "Hey Scar!" he starts pounding on the door with him as well. "Looks like you've had a lot of time on yer hands, huh?"

"And now they have found Miss Rolph," Dante announces like a really bored narrator. "She is also here for treason." Is anyone seeing a trend yet? He has not stopped looking at Rinnan. "Now… you will have to ask me if she's received Treatments… because, well… Mister Cooper had no idea he received them either." And that, ladies and gentlemen, would be a mic drop.

Britt gives Cameron a dirty look when he shadows her. When he starts pounding on the door, she clarifies sharply. "She is a prisoner. Lock the door." Then she's moving on to the next one. She doesn't hear Dante talking to Rinnan, but nor would she really give a crap even if she did.

Scarlett blinks once or twice and then looks up at her name, or Cameron's voice, or Cole's name. One of the reasons as those soulful brown eyes meet those at the window and she gives a sad but still happy smile. "You got out.." She seems very pleased with that, but doesn't move. Her smile brightens when she sees Cole as well and then she looks left and right at the window, before she starts to stand up. With her hands to the side she walks a few steps so she doesn't have to yell. "A week or more. I wanted something for you all to remember…" She trails off, since well it's clear the girl thinks she is probably going to die anyway you look at it.

Lionel turns when Mister Azgeda walks in the room. He notes the sword, and he immediately puts up a hand. "I've got two surrendered captives here," he says to him, expression remote. "I've got this… why don't you take your Klingon forehead and go watch the hallway for Em-Em back-up."

George kom Azgeda puts a hand up to his forehead, perhaps wondering what is clinging onto his brow, but then points the sword to Truman and Sarah in turn, "Senior warrior ordered me to secure the room, canned meat." He probably doesn't speak Gonasleng very well… right? "So I secure it. Make no threat."

"There will be no threat as long as you don't hurt my patient," Sarah says to George, standing between him and the warrior.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Rinnan=Brawn+Brawn Vs Richael=Brawn+Brawn
< Rinnan: Good Success (6 7 1 7 6 2) Richael: Failure (3 6 3 5 3 1)
< Net Result: Rinnan wins - Solid Victory

Rinnan watches Dante through the glass, her head canting again as he speaks. Does she understand English? It's hard to tell with these dirty tree people. But she seems to after a feral, relaxed smile blooms across her lips in reaction to his advisory about his own status. Richael, though, isn't having it and she's bodily touching the door in a clear sign that she's not willing to allow what Rinnan seems to be intending by Trikru culture and sensibility. She taps on the glass with a bloody fingernail to get Dante's attention once more. "You took and took from our people, made them hollow from the inside out. Now, I take from you. Your fight is empty. Now, you are done," she informs him through that dead-eyed leer, and starts to push on the door. The latch clicking in a release, the door threatening to come open unless Richael intervenes.

Richael yells, "No! Don't! The Heda gets to deal with him!" But unfortunately Rinnan either has better leverage, or Richael is not stronger than her, but the door opens and the seal is broken letting the contaminated air in. Richael stares at the open door with some horror before she looks Rinnan in the eyes. "This was not yours to do." She looks to Dante but then a slight look comes into her eyes. "I am curious, Mister Wallace… why would your son give the treatments to a guard… but not to his own father? I am assuming he himself has had it done. Why not you?"

"I took from your people and gave to mine," Dante says, voice gaining a small edge. "Tell me that you would not do the same." He steps back when the door opens, out of instinct rather than actual fear. He takes in a deep breath, almost welcoming it. "Five minutes…" He gestures slightly to Rinnan. "What shall we discuss until then?" He clasps his hands behind his back.

Tink is going to put herself between the Azgeda and the two Mountain Men captives, "Ummm…they're secured…no need to point your swords at them." She's not going anyway with Sarah and Truman's safety on the line. She wants to make sure they're going to be okay, while Cole and Cameron look for Scarlett.

"Don't worry, Scarlett." Cameron nods his head, "We're here… for justice. But we told them the Mountain was mostly innocent people. Just people living their lives and children, and that there were people like you that were not only innocent, but helped us. I found him, Scarlett. Morgan's here with me." But then he hears Dante's words, and they sink in, and he frowns. He turns slowly, to stare at Dante, sees Rinnan, "What do—- NO!! NOT YET DAMNIT!"

"Hello, Tabitha," Sarah says softly. "How are Reno and Max? Are they all right?" She glances up at George, betraying her utter terror.

Britt checks the other doors, which thank heavens are empty, and is on her way back when she hears Cameron shouting. Her brow creases, and one can imagine the string of expletives she's mumbling under her breath based on the scowl. OMFG what the hell else has gone wrong now? She sizes up the situation as she starts back down the hall.

"Yeah, we're gonna get you out. As soon as we know if you got the treatment. Or well, as soon as we know that and the place has been secured. Kinda gotta forgive the Trikru for pretty much not trusting anyone in here right now. Kids, people that didn't have anything to do with what was going on. People like that, we're gonna spare." Cole explains in kind to Cameron. But like Cam, his attention is diverted when he looks down the hall. "DON'T!! NOT FUCKIN YET!!"

George kom Azgeda scowls at Tink and Lionel, but it is Sarah's objection that causes him to scoff, "You are Maunon, woman. You are to be secured, not demand anything. I think you are not surrendering."

Sarah glares at George. "What am I going to do, alcohol swab you to death?"

Rushing over towards the opened door of Dante's cell, Cameron glares at Rinnan, "That wasn't your decision to make, he was secured! What is with you people that you must kill now?" But he's glaring at Dante, "If she's being tried for treason then why would they give her the treatment? And if you said she had it, why would I believe you? Better we keep her in quarantine until we can treat her ourselves."

"Max and Reno are great," Tink tells Sarah, giving her a big smile, "We made it back to our base and they're getting settled in." She pauses and then scratches her head, "I…I probably shouldn't have come back here cause I'm more of a tech than a combatant but I wanted to make sure you, Scarlett and Truman got out of here okay."

Tink looks at George and tells him, "She's secured…I'm right here. Please back off."

"If she's been treated, she should have the scars to show it." Morgan tells Cam. "Since he says the guy over there had them, all we need to do is see where they are and what they look like. Then we can see if she has similar ones."

"Scar." Cole says, listening on the conversation, though he's trying to hide the shock at the idea of losing the ability to know if Scarlett has been treated or not. He turns back to the window where Scar is. "I need to check over yourself. You need to look for a scar. A new one. Anywhere on your body. Check everywhere on you."

Britt frowns at the scene by the door to Dante's cell. She's a little surprised, but she gives Rinnan a little nod of approval. Completely ignoring Cameron, she goes back down the hall to where there's still chatter coming from Tink and George. She comes into that room, surveying the situation.

Scarlett has no idea what is going on outside, but as Cameron and Cole turn away, she stands on her tiptoes to look through the window herself. But then Cole is speaking and she blinks slowly, "Cole, I've not been out of this cell since the night you all got in the computer?" Like how the hell could she have a new scar? Her eyes narrow at him, "I don't get naked for groups!" She is probably trying to keep things light. But she does start to carefully look over her arms and legs first, as they are uncovered.

"I did not tell you to do anything, Mister Scott." Dante Wallace looks at the chaos across the hall and down it, looking from one to the other. He settles on Richael, answering, "I presume because the Security Detail needed to protect our people from, well, you, and I did not need such freedom of movement here in a cell." And then Morgan gets a quizzical look, "What makes you think that the treatment leaves scars on the recipient, young man?"

George kom Azgeda hefts his sword at Sarah again, then snorts in Tink's direction, turning to stalk out, grumping as he does, "<In Trigedasleng> These children of the sky are more annoying that someone else's colicky baby."

"No time for fuckin modesty, Scar!" Cole says through the door. "Just look over yourself. Just because you've been in that room all this time, doesn't mean you weren't knocked at some point, given the treatment and thrown back in here. Fuckin entertain me on this one, alright? Just check yourself over."

Sarah looks at Tink, surprised. "You want to take me out of the mountain? I… why? I'm not important enough to get treatments like Truman."

Britt snorts as George walks past her. "<In Trigedasleng> Tell me about it." OMG she just agreed with an Azgeda. That actually makes Britt frown and shake her head at herself. She looks to Lionel, wondering why everyone's still in here. "Is something wrong?" Since the room isn't secure yet.

Lionel (were his player at the keyboard) would undoubtedly note that there are no weapons in the room and that the unconscious guard and the hazmat-suited woman appear to both be no threat.

"You use the bone marrow of someone you butcher to give your people immunity to radiation." Morgan says coolly. "I would guess by implanting it into someone who would then receive the immune blood cells. How else would you do that? How else /could/ you do that? And I suggest you tell the truth because we would be willing to perform it - slowly and carefully - on the truly innocent here so if you care about them, you should answer."

Richael sees the approving look from Britt to Rinnan and her cold voice goes. "So it's like that, Britt kom Trikru? Fine. Enjoy your revenge. Because I can certainly say the Heda will not be pleased to be deprived of what was hers to have." Oooh… did they forget about the boss lady up top? She looks back to Dante, watching him to see if there is any noticeable changes in his appearance or any indications of sickness. "Well, as much as that may be the case… it really doesn't matter if it's a daughter in prison, or a father in prison, you really can't turn your back on family. But I guess we'll find out if Cage really cared about you in a few minutes, won't we?"

"How could you?" Cameron shakes his head, staring at Dante with a deepening frown, "The so-called caretakers of the old world's culture, and you're bleeding thousands of people. How does that not just betray the entire legacy of what you're protecting in here? Can you name one culture where such a thing would be acceptable and not deemed a monstrosity? Well? You have… four minutes to live, right? Don't you want to justify yourself or have the last word or something?" He glances over at Cole, then includes Morgan in a look and is shaking his head, "We have to assume she's not treated. There's no logical reason they'd give her the treatment, and we can't be sure, so we have to assume not. But that's okay. She's safe in there while we secure the Mountain and until we find out the specifics of the treatment, then we either run a test or do it ourselves with our doctors and a volunteer."

"Blood must have blood," Rinnan informs Richael with what some might consider a weirdly antiseptic tone that seems to consider some kind of contact now complete, stepping back from the threshold of the now open door. The approaching Cameron rushing toward her with his glare is regarded next, taking in his pushback before she repeats herself. "Blood must have blood," she repeats with a dry remove, that some might consider maddening in its unwavering position. She takes a further step back, allow Dante Wallace the freedom to move forward though her weapon is active in her hands.

Scarlett just shakes her head to Cole, but when she sees he is serious, she turns and slips her shirt off, turning so he can tell her if there are scars in place. She looks along her chest and stomach and then slides out of her shorts. Each piece is done carefully and she shivers as she ends up naked, but that does not last long as she gets dressed again. "I don't see, nor feel anything new. What is going on out there Cole?" Her voice is still calm, but her eyes not as much so. One can only hold their terror in for so long.

Britt would reiterate her instructions to Lionel to secure the prisoners and clarify that she means locking them in the room. Then she comes back out into the hallway, just in time to get an earful from Richael. Her eyes narrow. "Do not presume to talk to me about our heda. She made it clear that our war is against the warriors, 'healers' and leaders. We are to spare the innocents. That bastard is about as far from an innocent as one can be." She looks to Rinnan then. "<In Trigedasleng> If he lives, secure him and we will take him to the heda. Then the Skaikru can see the full measure of our justice when he gets the death of a thousand cuts."

"Sarah, they're going to be destroying most of the systems here, I don't think it will be livable after the Trikru and my people have swept through here. And I'd like to take you back to our camp to see if we can help you," Tink tells her softly, "You shouldn't be left here…just to die. We want to make sure that all the innocents are seen to."

Dante shakes his head at Morgan, "Unfortunately, I do not know the method myself. My son and Doctor Montgomery were the ones who perfected the Treatment." He looks down at his watch, "Two minutes." Cameron's words wash over him, and he listens as if he had all of the time in the world. "The surface was our birthright, Mister Scott. I may not have…" a wash of pain crosses his features, and his skin begins to redden in patches. "…agreed… with his… methods…" redness begins to blister, and Dante Wallace, last legitimate president of Mount Weather, drops to his knees, struggling not to scream as radiation ravages him.

<FS3> Cole rolls Resolve-2: Success. (7 4 2 5 5)
<FS3> Sarah rolls Resolve: Good Success. (4 8 5 5 3 8 5 3)
<FS3> Richael rolls Resolve: Great Success. (5 8 3 4 4 8 4 8 5 7)
<FS3> Tink rolls Resolve: Good Success. (4 1 7 7 3 5 1)
<FS3> Cameron rolls Resolve-1: Good Success. (8 3 5 7 3)
<FS3> Scarlett rolls Resolve: Failure. (6 1 4 1 1 4 2 1)
<FS3> Grey rolls 8: Good Success. (6 3 1 1 2 7 7 8) - George's Resolve
<FS3> Rinnan rolls Resolve: Good Success. (2 1 2 5 6 6 8 8)

Sarah starts to reply to Tink, but turns immediately when she hears Dante fall to the floor. She claps her hand over her mouth… or tries to, but there's, like, a spacesuit in the way. She turns to Tink and George. "I have some painkillers here… please… let me help him not suffer, if you're going to kill him like this."

Morgan watches the blistering for a moment before turning away. "I wonder if inbreeding made their reaction to it even worse than they started out with." But since he can't tell him anything and he's dying, he's no longer interesting. "Quicker than a death by a thousand cuts, I guess. But hopefully more painful than what the acid fog did to our people." Blood must have blood.

Richael sees what is happening with Dante as she exclaims under her breath, "Fuck." And then she walks forward to steady Dante, trying to at least let him die with some dignity. "I really did hope he gave it to you, but I guess not. Sorry. But this way you at least go out quicker than what they would have done with you. I can't decide which is better or worse."

"Shit." Cole says, looking at Scarlett's bare back and not seeing any kind of scar on Scarlett. "Fuck. We'll figure something out, Scar. Don't worry. You just might have to sit tight for a bit. We'll figure something out, don't worry." But his attention is drawn away to something she can't see. "Oh fuck…..oh fuck…" But he keeps it together. "Goddamn." Then a look back at Scar. "Be right back." Then he moves away just to see what the hell is going on. Because obviously you want to watch a trainwreck death like this. Duh.

Or not. No sooner had Britt spoken of him maybe living, the ex-president collapses to his knees. If it were anyone else, Britt might have been inclined to put him out of his misery. But Dante? No, Dante she watches suffer. And still thinks he's getting off easy.

Tink puts herself in front of Sarah, "I'm sorry…but Dr. K, I can't let you interfere." She knows Sarah wants to help but she's doing her best to make sure no one gets too close to either of them, "Please…just stand down till we can get you out of here." She looks at her, "There are some that might see you moving like that to be an act of aggression and I don't want you getting attacked." She turns her face away from Dante dying and focuses on Sarah and Truman's safety.

Sarah quickly turns to her tray and fills a syringe. She caps it and gives it to Tink. "Can you do it? Do you know how to find a vein?" Tears roll down her face, eyes pleading.

Scarlett takes a deep breath, and it doesn't help anything. She can not see what is going on, and the two people who said she might be safe are pulled away. The good artist just steps back into the center of the room to drop into a sitting position. But this time, tears are falling down her cheeks, slowly dropping one by one onto the white floor. She know nothing about Dante's death or the like, her pain is in her own mind.

Rinnan nods quietly at Britt's order, just in case. She 's standing there eyeing Wallace, weapon in hand and perhaps counting down silently in her head, half expecting his claim that he's going to die in 5 minutes to be a crafty Maunon lie. It's not a lie, as it would turn out, as the man collapses to his knees and his skin starts erupt in a radioactive pattern. She stands there, by Flame, watching it happen impassively but she watches this whole time, leaving it not up to chance or last minute tricksy Maunon move that death doesn't see him over the river.

Cameron's jaw clenches and he says grimly, "Its happening too fast, Doc K. There's no time to metabolize painkillers." is his expert non-medical opinion, but he shrugs. He does glare at Rinnan, grunting, "Floating animal." is muttered though, shaking his head in disgust. So, nothing else to do, he heads over towards Scarlett's door, and taps against the glass, "Scarlett, Dante's dead. You have to stay in there until we can figure out how to deal with the radiation. But we'll figure it out. I promise. I'll donate whatever you need, okay, Scarlett?"

As Tink is moving to intervene, so too is George kom Azgeda. And he would probably have done so more violently. But he is denied the opportunity, grumping again, "<In Trigedasleng> Prisoners should be imprisoned. Soft, weak, worthless children of the sky." He eyes them warily, however, because even if he says they are soft, weak, and worthless, they still have firearms, and have shown a willingness to use them. He watches Dante's fall with evident interest, apparently unaffected by the grisly death.

Dante is not long on his knees, and he is far beyond caring what other words might be said to him. He falls to his side, his body curling in pain, and he manages until the very last before a scream is finally ripped from his throat.

Sarah furrows her brow. "Gei schlag dein kup en vant," she says to George derisively, walking further back into the cell. "Tabitha, another thing… I only have about an hour and a half left in this air tank," she says, tapping the valve over her shoulder.

"Me too Scarlett. I'll make Morgan pull my marrow out with a knife and pry-bar if he has to." Cole remarks over toward the door, having not walked too far away just yet. As for Dante, yeah, that's unpleasant.

Tink takes the syringe so Sarah doesn't have a weapon, especially after Cameron says it would do no good doesn't use it to help the doctor, "I'm sorry Dr. K…really sorry." But she's firm in making sure that Sarah stays where she is. When she finds out that Sarah is on borrowed time, "Cole…Sarah has about an hour of air left." She looks at Sarah, "Do you know where there are more tanks?"

"Say Cam…" Morgan says, walking over to him to look into the room. "Are there intercoms or something in there? That work? Though I suppose if they're prisoners, that would be a no I'm guessing. My reason though is if we could make a general announcement over their own internal radio system, we might get a lot of surrenders. Maybe even have them turn on the guards if it means getting them killed."

Looking over at Tink, Cole is finally torn away from that death. "I dunno, Pix." He looks around. "But I can go look around for another one. Or well…a couple more. But we should really try to restore decontamination process to at least this level. Round up all the innocents, put'em on one level and then let someone else figure out how we're going to deal with this." That said, he will go said air tank hunting. "Sarah, where'd you get the suit? Likely there'll be another one where you found the one you got."

Richael watches over Dante till the last, even as the man screams Richael keeps her composure. When Dante goes still, she'll reach in to check for a pulse, to make certain he's gone. When she's certain the man is dead, she will rise and leave the cell and heads straight for Lionel. She doesn't even ask permission before she snatches the radio off him and keys it to speak to Kane. "Chancellor, Richael Wood here. Dante Wallace was just executed by the Trikru. The man was -locked up-. No threat to anyone. Death by radiation exposure. Maybe the Commander would like to see this for herself."

Scarlett is having a bad week? But she tries to bring her calm back and takes a shutter breath. Then the scream causes her to shudder and bite her lower lip. When she notices a new face, one she has drawn from a picture, it does cause a tiny flicker of joy. Enough that she is nodding slowly to Cole and Cameron. "I do not know how much air we will have left in here with systems down. But you both know what I have expected for years, so I'll stay put.." She speaks loud enough to be heard from inside the closed cell. At Morgan's question she points outside the door. "They are all over, but nothing inside the sealed rooms.."

The response from the other end of the radio is not immediate, and when it comes, Kane sounds harried, "It will have to be something we worry about…" there's a pause as gunfire sounds in the background, "…afterwards, Ms Wood. Resistance is exceptionally stiff on Level 5, although we've gotten a few surrenders."

Britt actually gives a snorting laugh when she hears Richael's radio call from the other room. Then she scowls, and claps a hand on Rinnan's shoulder, not seeming concerned by the tattling. "<In Trigedasleng> I want to take my leave of these Skaikru before I hurt one of them. Our mission is done and this area is secure. Let the Skaikru guard their precious 'prisoners'. Shall we go help the other teams?"

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Rinnan is no stranger to being derided in public. Cameron's insult earns a glance his way before she reaches behind her ear with her free hand and attends an itch at her hair line. She watches Wallace in the last moments of his life, contemplating something as she stares at the ear exposed to the group. Whatever her thoughts, she's lifted out of them by Richel taking the radio. Rinnan's eyes quirk upward at the act but settle back on Wallace, waiting for the reply that comes from Kane. Britt's clap on her back and pronouncement gets a nod of certainty in reply as she looks up at the Azgeda before, weapon still in hand, she looks at Britt. "<In Trigedasleng> Burgh's Second was making rabbit for dinner," she advises Britt, in agreement that their mission is over and its time to move on.

Richael clicks the radio after Kane's reply and says, "Yes sir. I just wanted you to be aware." She gives the radio back to Lionel and walks out, her gaze going to Rinnan and Britt. George is noticed, but since the man has yet to do anything, she doesn't give him any dirty looks. She simply stays in the middle of the hallway, her hands on her weapon, keeping an eye on things. Most particularly Britt and Rinnan.

Hesitating, Cameron looks to Morgan, "There's some, yeah… I don't know if they're online though or not, but… I can try. While…" He looks over to Cole, and nods encouragingly to him, "They have to have some backup power, so maybe our techs can pool their heads to see if we can get this floor online now that we've secured it, to at least get the quarantine rooms air filtration running again, and yeah, as people surrender this is where we can secure them for …processing, or whatever."

"A messenger to surrender and that they won't automatically be killed will mean more coming from one of their own." Morgan points out. "That doctor was in a suit so she should be safe to use it if it's working."

"The suit comes from security, down on level five," Dr. K tells Tink, sitting down and letting her shoulders slump.

George kom Azgeda looks to the Skaikru, then to the Trikru, sighs heavily, and goes with the lesser evil in his mind, following after Britt and Rinnan without even so much as a 'by your leave.'

The comment about supper gets an odd squint from Britt, but then she nods to Rinnan. Richael's dirty look is met with a glare in turn, but then she's moving past the woman to wherever Lionel ended up, to have a quick and quiet word with him. Then she is motioning Rinnan and George to follow her as they go to help reinforce the attackers clearing level 5.

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