"<span style="color: Sienna">What the hell happened?</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: Sienna">How did you end up like this?</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: Sienna">Where is everybody?</span>"<br/>"<span style="color: Sienna">Keep still.</span>"<br/><br/>Arturo laid on his stomach on the cold metallic floor.<br/><br/>Too much had happened all at once. One moment he was talking with that girl with the eyes like his arm, the next moment, all hell broke loose.<br/><br/>He didn't go to the armory. That wasn't where he kept his gun. Without a gun, he would be a sitting duck. He ran and  he ran, the alarm blaring out in his head, flooding the hallway with a blinding light, red. Men and women, corpses, ran to and fro, some armored, some not, all dead, trying to get to their graves as fast as they could. He stumbled as a ghosts ran into him, throwing him off balance. He muscled through them before yanking his own door open and sprinting into his room. Leaning on his dresser, Kayla. He picked her up and cradled her, running his fingers down her smooth surface before slapping her on the side, and placing a series of shells into her. He ran into the closet and grabbed his helmet, the rest of his armor was in the armory, his grenades and knives were all locked away. "For your safety.", they said. He grimaced.<br/><br/>He put on his helmet, the HUD lit up into life, giving him his current position. The radio chatter was deafening but through the haze he could pick out the important bits, his squad was heading towards the generators, and everybody was dying. He burst out of his room to find the hall eerily empty. He sprinted for the armory, he needed his armor. The HUD gave him a path, changing as various airlocks were shut. He ran and he ran, this time the dead lay still. He jumped over their bodies and waded through their blood. He was going to scream but he couldn't go away again, otherwise he would be gone for good. His stomach naturally lurched and churned as he saw the slashed parts of his comrades, what separated him from the rooks was that he could get sick later instead of now. It was then that he heard the hum, soft, middle-pitched, metallic. He hit the deck and dragged a nearly whole corpse over him.<br/><br/>Arturo laid on his stomach on the cold metallic floor.<br/><br/>He forced his breathing to stop, his body to keep still as the grunt hovered over towards where he was. It was looking for survivors. It have off a chirp as it found a man, wounded but still breathing. Its laser sliced off the man's head, leaving his corpse twitching and his eyes rolling around in their sockets. He saw it and he felt nothing. Not now. He couldn't afford a gasp or twitch or sob. Shut it away, bury the corpse and let it fester. The drone whirred on, approaching his form, the only thing between him and the drone's sights being a warm corpse.<br/><br/>It chirped.<br/><br/>Arturo sprang up from under the drone, shrugging off the corpse of his fellow man. before the drone could retarget and engage this new threat, Arturo's arm rocketed up and into the drone before its blade engaged and erupted from the side of the drone. Arturo forced his arm deeper and deeper, the metal of his arm crunching and grinding against the drone's innards, twisting and turning to break everything it could. His fingers erupted from the drone's shell and crushed its laser emitter. Arturo swung his arm harshly, letting the crumpled drone fall off of his arm. He looked at where the drone had chirped and saw a man, bleeding, but definitely alive. He was shaking heavily, both amazed and terrified at what he had seen. Arturo grabbed the man's hand and forced him onto his feet.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Sienna">Grab a gun rook. You ain't shit here without one.</span>"<br/><br/>The man smelled distinctly of urine and blood as he scrambled to get a rifle. He gulped and shook. He was a wreck. Arturo grabbed him by the shoulder and smacked him across the face with his organic arm, wanting only to stun him, not behead him.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Sienna">Get your head together. By God, we are making it out of here in one piece and so help me if you are too busy shaking in your high heels to shoot some drones, I will make sure you are the ass of every joke I ever tell once we get off this hunk of metal.</span>"<br/><br/>With that the man grew a little bit of back bone and nodded. The pair of them ran to the armory and gathered their armor.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Sienna">Captain Velucelli, reporting in. Got a rook with me, couple of scratches but he's fine. We are heading towards the Generator room. Leaving Armory 24J, heading towards Junction I.</span>"<br/><br/>The pair quietly made their way through the halls, encountering little resistance, a couple of scout drones cutting down the wounded. The pair soon found themselves in a side hall with Arturo's HUD showing Edmund's position moving closer and closer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>