Just hearing the loud clicking of the Geiger counter of the omni-tool made her heart fall into her stomach.  The damn thing was going crazy, that let her know the amount of radiation that was pouring off of the trigger…  and how much she was likely now being bathed in.  Holding onto both sides of the fusion rod enclosure, Kala rushed out of the room.  Especially when she felt heat starting to come from the rods.  They were likely being irradiated, her body couldn’t block it all.  But with it outside the bomb, it wouldn’t be enough to cause a chain reaction.<br/><br/>It was enough for her to get another dose of radiation from the rods.  Quickly she exited the room before carefully setting the rods outside.  A wall between it and the source of radiation.  That was when she actually took a moment to think about what she done… had she so willingly let herself get irradiated?  Was she insane?  If the bomb had gone off, it would have been much quicker…<br/><br/>Of course, there were the others.  That was when she thought of Shira.  The Quarion needed her suit.  Moving finally, Kala started to move further, trying to remember where they said the suit would have been.  She began moving at that point through the halls, glancing in through doors to see where she was.  She only had a guess at how much radiation she had been hit with… but she hoped she was able to get to the med bay on the ship before she started feeling the effects of the radiation.<br/><br/>……………………..<br/><br/>Darion groaned a little.<span style="color: green">“It would be nice to have some medigel…”</span>Darion grumbled a bit as they spoke, until they started moving.  Darion pushed himself up, cringing in pain at his own wound, and gripping it with his open hand.  His other still clutching his mattock rifle.  Pointing it towards the doorway the Batarians had retreated through.  When they reached the airlock, he took a knee and aimed back the way they had come, covering them as someone looked for a way to open the door.<br/><br/>When sorv was about to something before the door suddenly opened caused Darion to spin around and aim into the airlock.  Only to see Shira’s naked form and the mask.  Shen she slumped, Darion didn’t need any more cue to moved.  He stepped through the airlock and pressed the control to close it.<br/><br/>He studied the woman, and her labored breathing.<span style="color: green">“The others aren’t here… do you think they went to get her suit?”</span>he asked in reply to Sorv before looking into the other end of the hallway.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Sorv, Think you can do anything to make her hang on longer?  I’m going to find the others, and try finding her suit.  If you think you can help her, stay with her.”</span>He said before moving down the hallway at a light jog, ignoring the pain in his gut from his own injury.  He could bleed out later.<br/><br/>As he moved, not bothering to see if firas or the others were following, he moved.  He had to find the enviro-suit for shira.  At least that was his worry until he head the sounds of the argument… and heard what they were talking about.  He moved until he was in sight of the fight.  To see Desmond holding Ashana aloft, strangling her.  And seeing the others around.  And seeing who had the rocket launcher he was asking for.<br/><br/>Darion put his mattock back on it’s mag lock before speaking up.  He had no idea of her plan… but upon seeing Desmond, Darion’s anger flared, and he didn’t care at all.  Instead he drew one of his combat knives.<span style="color: green">“Maethia.  Toss him the rocket launcher.”</span>He said, having some specific emphasis on the ‘toss’ portion of that.  Whether she did throw the launcher as a distraction or not, Darion didn’t wait to see.  He charged a moment after he spoke.  It was impossible not to hear him coming in his armor.<br/><br/>Darion wouldn’t give the bastard a choice, no matter whatever plans they were making.  With him charging, Desmond wouldn’t have a choice but to drop ashana to meet him, or Desmond would get the knife shoved through a soft spot on the armor.   If he had the distraction of the rocket launcher, even better.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>