Kala wasn't sure she should be happy, or pissed that her estimate and count was correct for how long it would take for the canisters to lose integrity, but she was glad it happened when it did.  From her back where she fell, and then Shira placed herself on top of her, Kala saw the husks starting to leap at them.  But knowing her own mental count, Kala closed her eyes tightly and held onto the other woman on top of her before the roar of the explosion deafened everything out, including her own scream.<br/><br/>It was impossible to not feel the heat from the explosion of those power cells.  Even through the barriers that she didn't know were up, she could feel the heat of the explosion burning into the lower half of her suit.  The heat of the blast was intense and was soaking into the EVA Suit.  It was making her feel like her feet were being held over a barbecue.  It wasn't supposed to have been this big, this hot.  Those canisters should not have backed that much of a punch.  Was she going to die because she made a mistake at reading what was in the canisters?<br/><br/>When after a moment she realized that she was still alive, when she heard her own breathing, and a ringing in her ears, Kala finally opened her eyes again to be looking up into Shira’s visor.  The amount of warnings she could see, even if she couldn't read any of the blurry lights, just showed she wasn't imagining things.  Also, the ringing in her ears were also more than just the explosion.  Her own EVA suit was going crazy with warnings.<span style="color: Sienna">“Wha?  H… How are we Alive.”</span><br/><br/>It only hit her a moment later when she saw the damage on the Quarions suit, and the warnings.  Shira had used her shields to lessen the Damage from the explosion.<span style="color: Sienna">“Oh…”</span>At that she took a moment to look down at her own suit, and the boots were a little charred, but still intact.<br/><br/>Of course Kala didn’t have much time to think as the screams of the crew came back to her over the ringing.  Screams of the dying and those being murdered.  It snapped her back to reality enough that when Shira said they needed to get moving, she was up on her feet as well, and running right along with the quarion.  She did not want to be one of the one’s screaming.  Though when she looked at the glowing crater that she had created, she couldn’t help but be just amazed at the power, and even more amaze that she was still alive when she could only see charred remains of some of the husks.<br/><br/>The screams though, the horror of hearing them all die, it spurned her on, to keep pace with Shira, staying only a step or two behind her.  Kala tried to ignore what she saw happening, tried not to see one of the new crew members, one of the women she had been playing cards with, have her neck snapped and go limp.  This was all too much, the adrenaline, and her desire to not join those already dead the only thing to keep her from just collapsing in tears on the ground.  She didn’t even think of helping any more, there were too many Husks, and she didn’t want to die!<br/><br/>Before she could even finish that thought, or even scream out, a jarring force took her from behind.  Before she could even scream out at all, she was in the air, where it felt like she hovered a moment.  That ended when she crashed down hard on the metal deck, away from where she needed to be.   That horrifying blue face filled her vision, that is when her screaming and struggling began.<br/><br/>A Husk crawled on top of her, it looked burnt.  It had survived her explosion!?  That was not good, not at all, wand she saw it trying to get at her in the suit.  Panic set in in her mind.<span style="color: Sienna">“No, get off me!”</span>Was what she screamed before her voice truly joined that of the other crewmembers who were in the hands of the husks.  She could not fight against the things strength, could not reach her Omni-tool to attack it.<br/><br/>Then it’s hands came up to her mask from her wrists and started to squeeze tighter and tighter.  The alarms going off in her helmets almost trying to be louder than her own screams.  Soon cracks started to spread across the glass of her mask, and there was a blaring voice in her ears, her suits alarms saying it’s integrity was breached.  She was losing air.  Was this it?  Was this how she was going to die?  Just because she was stupid enough to agree to join this crew?  She didn’t want to die!  She began crying openly, the fear finally forcing the tears from her.<br/><br/>And then the look on the Husks face changed.  Rage was replaced with surprise on its blue face before it was pulled off her.  That was when she saw the shadow that turned into Falkris when her eyes cleared.  And he was dispatching her husk with ease.  But the only thought on her mind at that moment was ‘I’m Alive?!’<br/><br/>At the order to run, Kala didn’t need to be told twice as she scrambled to her feet and took off like a bat out of hell.  He only thought was to run, fast as she could.  She didn’t even notice falkris stay behind at all.  No, all she was thinking really was run, and stay alive.<br/><br/>The Husks turning from their pursuit of her and going after the Turian even escaped her attention in her mad dash out of the hanger.  Well, it was a mad dash until she got to the relative safety of the group that was holding their ground at the entrance, and she almost took a tumble strait down the ramp when she was stopping, she made sure she was behind the rifles.<br/><br/>It was then that she realized the turian wasn’t there at all.  She waited a moment but still nothing.<span style="color: Sienna">“Wh… Where’s Falkris?!”</span>he half said, it was obvious by the tone in her voice that she hadn’t recovered from her hysteric and almost dying.  She looked like she would bolt at even one of the things getting anywhere near them.  The bright red warning was visible though her EVA suit mask, and because the hissing of air was obvious between the weapon shots and the scream.  Her suit was breached, and the warning indicator was showing she had only 10 minutes of air left with it maintaining the pressure.<br/><br/>………………………………………………………..<br/><br/>Targets were everywhere, each red dot on the HUD indicator on the inside of his helmet was glaringly obvious.  On the other sides of the buildings.  That was good, but they wouldn’t stay there for long.  That was obvious when he looked into one of the labs to see it covered, it had a roof.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Shit, We are not clear for long.  Move your ass Maethia!”</span>He yelled and ordered as he picked up his pace, sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him down the corridor.<br/><br/>What happened ahead though he hadn’t even had a single clue was coming.  All he noticed was a sudden and fast moving blip on his tracker, and it collided with Maethia’s dot.  He was at least paying attention to that and moved to stop as fast as he could.  But with his armor, and him having been running at full bore, it was a few meters with a slide before he stopped.  He looked across the distance between him and his downed partner.<br/><br/><span style="color: Seagreen">“Shit!”</span>He cursed loudly before falling to a knee for stability and opening up as fast as he could pull the trigger and still be certain of a hit.  For each heavy round fired, one of the fuckers went down.  But watching the tracker and his aim, he was noticing how they were moving.  The fuckers were moving to take advantage of the opening between Maethia and himself.  It was impossible not to notice that even the short time it had taken him to stop was enough for them to start piling in between the two.<span style="color: Seagreen">“SHIT!”</span><br/><br/>He didn’t want to, but even taking the perfect shots he was, they were still advancing on him and forcing to leave his crouch and start backing slowly to keep a safe distance.  And the one trying to jump down on him from above didn’t get missed as he saw it’s shadow and on instinct raised his rifle and fired a round into the core at the center of its body.<br/><br/>But every one that came at him from above made him need to back up more to keep the ones ahead  from catching up to him.  And he couldn’t go into a crouch as he noticed the ones jumping down the way he had been backing towards.  They were surrounding him and keeping him separated from the Asari.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Damn you fuckers!  Come and get me, I’ll put you all down!”</span>He yelled and curses, swaying back and forth as he turned to take out each of the closest.  He was fucked if he couldn’t get back to Maethia or get some support.<br/><br/>Should he have gone the other way, or would he have been just as fucked in that other path.  Probably.  Darion’s mind pushed the fear down, instead, constantly running through the trained actions.  Squeeze the trigger.  One shot one kill.  Move on to next target.  Repeat.  It was the only thing keeping him alive.  At least that was as he noticed more targets moving across the roofs toward him.  He lifted his sights up that direction to take them out, and the rifle fired one shot before the thermal clip was spent.<br/><br/>Ejecting the spent clip, his body went through the instinctual motions to reload and to keep firing.  But in his mind he knew he would not get to shooting in time to keep that one from landing on him.  He was a goner now.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Fuck….”</span>He was beginning to curse.<br/><br/>The white contrail of a sniper round stopped his curse as it downed one jumping husk, then a second as Darion finally finished reloading.  After that second round, Darion ignored the ones from above unless he counted the echoes of two sniper rounds.  Instead he focused completely on the Husks between him and Maethia.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Time to Die fuckers.”</span>He cursed to them before opening his comms, and sending off another round.<span style="color: Seagreen">“Sorv.  I …”</span>another shot.<span style="color: Seagreen">“… Owe you one…”</span>Another round.<span style="color: Seagreen">“… Next time we are in port …”</span>each few words were punctuated by a shot from his Mattock.<span style="color: Seagreen">“… The drinks… strippers…, and whatever else… are on me….  Especially if you… can keep those… shitheads... off my head while I pull… one of our sexy Asari’s asses… out of a fire!”</span><br/><br/>That was the last time he spoke as he began focusing completely on the husks between him  and the lab Maethia was thrown into.  He took a small hesitation in his wall of lead to pull his second hellfire grenade and toss it into the corridor behind them, to keep his ass clear while he save Maethia.  They both had armor, they could both survive a mad dash through those flames when a Husk couldn't... right? After that and a reload, he kept advancing, doing his best to get to the door, though when one husk got to close, he bashed it with his rifle, then stomped it’s head to paste.<br/><br/>As he saw a Husk going into the lab, Darion took it’s head off with a shot.  He would get there and save her.  A Marine never leaves anyone behind.   He was spending as much of his ammo as he needed to get to her and make sure that stayed true.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>