Kala didn’t care about much of anything else going on in the bay, she just needed to get out of there.  She rushed into the elevator and just pushed a random floor without looking.  She didn’t care where it was as long as it was empty and she could curl up somewhere alone.<br/><br/>When at last she heard the hiss of the atmosphere filling the elevator and it rose, Kala reached up and tore the helmet of her EVA suit off.  It had been getting hard to breathe in the mask by that time.  With the constricting thing off she finally took a breath of air, and the smell of familiar metal greeted her nose with the ride up away from the docking bay.  That smell alone was quite comforting.  She dropped the cracked and broken mask on the floor right where she had been standing.  Not caring about it at all.<br/><br/>When the Elevator dinged to a stop, she was greeted by the sight of the doctor rushing towards the cargo bay that she had just come from.  She knew exactly what he was in a rush for, thus she didn’t even bother getting in his way.  Just slipping out of the elevator after he got in, Kala knew where would be empty, and probably pretty safe for a little while.  She headed straight to the empty med bay.<br/><br/>Once there she just found an empty corner in the back of the room.  With her back against the wall before sliding down and hugging her knees to her chest.<br/><br/><br/>…………….<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Copy”</span>Darion agreed, not really arguing as by the time the order came down his bomb was basically ready.  Just needed set and linked to their omnitools.  With a quick button push he set the timer for five minutes instead.  Of course he synced the detonator to his omnitool as well.  It was while he was doing that and drawing his mattock from his back, and heard the number of rounds being fired drop.  And the calls of empty clips was not good.  He himself only had one extra at that moment.<br/><br/>And he quickly lost that one extra as he started backing away from the airlock and picking off each close husk as he moved.  Immediately after his last shot, and his HUD showed 0 on his current clip, Darion broke and sprinted, joining all the others in their mad dash towards the crawlers.  As he was he ejected the used thermal clip and took his last spare to put into the rifle.<span style="color: seagreen">“Last clip.”</span>He called as he was running towards the crawler they had come in, but stopped when he realized that there was no one in that one.<br/><br/>It was the lights from the loaded crawler that drew him to that one, and made him curse as he had to change direction that he was running in.  He wasn’t even thinking about the fact that taking the loaded crawler would at least get them some money from this failed mission.  He just knew they needed to get out of there as fast as possible.<br/><br/>When he reached the crawler finally, Darion accepted the help from Milenya.  First of course putting his rifle into it’s maglock on his back before doing so.  Not that he really needed the help as soon as he got a grip on the containers and the hand holds it was an easy task just to pull himself up.<br/><br/>Once on he drew his pistol, and made sure his omnitool was correctly linked to his explosives.<span style="color: seagreen">“Ready to go.”</span>He said, the announcement though made him pause and curse jokingly.<span style="color: seagreen">“Quarian Express?  Damnit, that never sounds good coming from you.”</span><br/><br/>Past that he stayed silent and clung to the containers on the damn things trailers.  And held on for dear life when they started moving.  He knew this was going to be bad.  That was proven when they almost slid off the side outside of the airlock.<span style="color: seagreen">“Holy shit man, where did you learn how to drive!”</span><br/><br/>After that came the long drive back to the ship and everything that happened, Darion kept as to using as few shots as possible, trying to spare some ammo for when they actually got out of the place.  He stopped shooting when the blue barrier flashed into existence.  It gave him a moment to listen, and comply with the order that came.  He agreed when he saw all the Husks coming from the vents.<span style="color: seagreen">“Shit! Yeah, detonating it.”</span>Instantly he called up his Omnitool and pressed the detonate button.<br/><br/>The intensity of the detonation was not what he had been expecting, hell, he had not expected it to reach as far as it did.  He was actually watching the vent when he saw the flames reach it, and start shooting out of it to incinerate all the Husks that were crawling through them.  Darion was laughing as he watched the flames.<span style="color: seagreen">“Hah!  That was awesome.  I am definitely bringing more of that shit on missions.”</span>He obviously really loved explosions.<br/><br/>He could finally relax a bit as they went the rest of the way through the caves.  It let him hear what Milenya said, and he had to look over where she was.<span style="color: seagreen">“Wow, our scientist isn't cursing me for probably destroying so much old crap.  Surprising!”</span>Too bad it didn't last to the surface, and he let his eyes run over the wreckage of the shuttle, and the army of husks still there.<span style="color: seagreen">“Shit, looks like we weren't the only ones that went through hell.”</span>With that he holstered his pistol, and grinned at the rough ride back to the ships.  Especially since it was rough because of the number of Husks being crushed under the wheels.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Oh, shit!”</span>Darion started to curse as he saw them approaching the Acheron’s loading ramp, and were not slowing down at all.  He was barely able to hold on as they suddenly hit the ramp and flew into the ship.  As soon as they were grounded Darion let himself fall off the crawler and onto the deck.  After that rought ride, he couldn’t even feel when the ship took off from the hell of a planet.  He collapsed onto his ass as soon as he hit the ground and let the steam drain from him.  Of course from his position he did see a husk on the ceiling.  Quickly drawing his mattock he put a few rounds into it before finally relaxing.<br/><br/>That only lasted a minute before the gunfire died and he had to force himself up onto his feet again, using the side of the crawler’s trailer as support.  This was needed to him because he saw Firas walking over to talk to the captain, why not join them?  Though with a glance at the others, he was probably the only one who thought that.  After the hell they just went through, he was going to let them sit there and relax.<br/><br/>After he was on his feet, Darion returned the rifle to it’s place on his back and finally removed his helmet, though the smell that met his nose was not pleasant, at least it was air finally.  The atmosphere pumped into the bay did not hide all the smell of the crew, the blood, and everything else.  At hearing what was said, Darion spoke up.<span style="color: seagreen">“I hope no more got on the ship.  It looks like everyone could use a break now that we are off that hell.  I think we buried most of the bulk of the things in the site.”</span><br/><br/>………………………….<br/><br/>She had been sitting there a long, letting herself cry with how close she had come.  That fucked up blue face kept dancing across Kala’s mind, the one of the thing that had tried killing her.  It had come so close to killing her.  Then She had been saved by Falkris, the damned Turian that had wanted her dead from day 1.  He had saved her and then she just ran and left him there to die.  This was all so fucked up…<br/><br/>Unfortunately, her alone time didn't last as long as she wanted as suddenly the med bay doors opened to allow the small group in.  All she needed was that one glance to know who they were bringing in.  it was hard not to recognize that beaten armor, and the bloody mess he was now.  They were carrying Falkris into the med bay to begin working on trying to help him.  The doc was accompanying him.  Kala stayed where she was, her tear lines eyes following them as she was completely quiet.<br/><br/>With each piece of armor that was ripped off of his bloody form, she truly saw all the damage he had taken.  Seeing it all, the broken and bruised body of the Turian, Kala felt even guiltier.  She had left him there after he saved her, and because of that he was so beaten and near death.  All because she had been so completely helpless and useless.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>