Rach'an, understandably, was not
having a good time right now. It didn't help that due to the shaking of the ship -And speaking of that, he really
needed to figure out which one he was stationed on- and his already bad balance, he was essentially using whatever he was using to put fire out in such an inaccurate manner he was probably hitting passersby more than actually hitting the fire.
Sparks shot out, stigning his upper left eye. Surprisingly, however, he toughed through that long enough to get about 30% of what he was using at the actual damaged area, which was an improvement.
All the while, the muffled repetition of things such as "Nonotnowwhyisthishappening"
could be heard if one actually stopped to listen hard enough, which really wouldn't help considering the circumstances.
Similarly, Amy wasn't in a good position either, storming out of her quarters in N7 armor, Revenant in hand.
", she muttered, before turning her attemtion to her Omni-tool. "You heard the XO. I want Strike Team at disembark, now!
" Amy was well aware this was going past her own command, considering she hadn't been told to do anything by her own superiors. Well, the closest one, anyway. The XO's orders were enough, she figured she'd be sent there anyway, and she might as well be of use.
And, just to followorders even more to the letter, Amy put on Incendiary Ammo
, heading out.
edited 14th Nov '11 6:31:54 AM by InfiniteParagon
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