There was nothing but black for the man after he had crashed.  He had been ejected from the chopper as it has struck the building and the metal had fallen through the floors roughly.  Darion didn't remember much after feeling the line that had been connected to him go taunt and then loose suddenly.  Past that he remembered nothing of the impacts he made with the rubble that fell around him.  The line itself had been torn by the stone and structure around the raven through the holed it had made.  The resting place after the fall of the squad leader was in a heap in a corner after landing on the ground below the holes made by the Raven.<br/><br/>The first things he began to remember after loosing his grip in the Raven were muffled words and dim blackness from his eyes.  Someone was talking from somewhere around him and he could barely focus on the words themselves.  Each eye under his helmet opened slightly to see the form surrounded by light.<i><span style="color: DarkRed">Does that mean I am dead?</span></i>He questioned himself at the sight as it started to clear.  The question became important when he noticed that it was a woman's face hovering over him and looking down at him.<br/><br/>Only when the woman moved away and he heard the footsteps and banging did his senses start to wake up slowly, and the sore feeling of all his body started to come back to him.<span style="color: DarkRed"><i>Ok, it hurts too much to be in heaven.</i></span>But he was still too out of it to really move, nor did he want to at all with the way he had the feeling his body would object to that.  The words everyone was finally starting to work their way into his mind as his Squad started checking each other.  Especially the sound of hysterical laughter from one of them.  Hysterical laughter rarely meant anything good.  Usually it meant someone was just not believing they were about to die, or the more rare they just couldn't believe how they were still alive.<br/><br/>of course as all those thoughts went through his head, and listening to the voices, he realized he wasn't dead, though dead probably would be preferable to how he was about to feel as soon as he started moving.  The shadow of the woman's form came back over to hovering over Darion, and his eyes had opened and cleared enough to notice it had been Andrea, and also that he couldn't see much bast her and the light behind her.  All vision from him was very much tunnel like, with none of the readouts that usually displayed in the helmet.  the helmet was dead, and the external blue lights for it were off.<br/><br/>The awareness coming back again was not a good thing as it allowed him to feel the wet warmth at his right side, and he could barely feel anything below his shoulder.  the side started hurting worse suddenly upon noticing it and made him growl out in pain while the Doc was working on Jeanette.  anyone who looked at his side would notice the scratch in his armor there before there was a cut going diagonally in the space under it that reached through to his skin diagonally to his hip before meeting his lower armor and another scratch.  The armor and his hip bone had saved him from keeping the jagged cut from being life threatening if the bleeding could be stopped.  it was jagged, obviously having been made by a sharp stone as he fell, but not life threatening if the bleeding can be stopped.  this paled his dislocated left shoulder and all the other bruises over his body which were only a slight burning pain compared to the cut.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">“Ugh, I wish I still thought I was dead and gone to heaven.  I thought you were a angel at first standing there.”</span>Darion groaned out of his mouth in a low voice that just told you how he felt.  And he could still only see in tunnel vision.  That was getting annoying, so he attempted to reach up with his left arm before pain shot through it from the shoulder and eliciting another growl of pain.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Shit!  I think my shoulder is fucked. how bad is my side? every time I move it hurts, and I think I am bleeding there.  Something got between the armor.”</span><br/><br/>After trying to bend himself into a sitting position, and the pain it shot through him, Darion resigned himself to just laying there and looking up, not really wanting to see if he was bleeding badly or not.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Hey, Andrea, can you help me with this helmet, it is a piece of trash now and I can barely see anything through it, it's not working.”</span>the said helmet had a dent in it's side where it had hit a stone, and probably what had sent Darion into unconsciousness before.  There would be a big bruise on his head under where that dent was, but he wouldn't be bleeding.  The Helmet had saved his life.<br/><br/>After a moment and once he had the helmet off, Darion looked around at the surrounding building ruins and the dead Raven.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Report, Who is still kicking?”</span>after another moment of looking around though, he understood immediately what the hysterical laughing had been about.<span style="color: DarkRed">“How the hell did we survive that crash?!”<br/>
</span><br/>….................................<br/><br/>After the Raven crashed into the ground the seeders continues to spray Nemacysts into the air around the city for a few more minutes.  After there were about 3 dozen of the creatures there, they stopped.  The Locust were out of Nemacysts to spread around into the sky.  It was enough though, the Gears were cut off from the COG forces at Port Farell, and could not contact them at all.   The Mayday calls had only come in as static with broken up words.  They only guesses at what happened.<br/><br/>All major vibrations in the ground seemed to have stopped after the Corpsers had emerged, but there were still smaller areas of earth shaking under the city, proving that the Locust didn't have many established tunnels under the city, they were still digging.  It was uncertain how long they would be safe there at the town hall before either emergence holes emerged under them, or the Dozens of Locust that were coming out of the main holes already dug would reach them.<br/><br/>….................<br/><br/>The events in the house played out quickly, the head of the first Drone exploded with the round from the Boltok Pistol, but this also alerted the Locust in the basement the presence of an armed person.<span style="color: DarkOrange">“Grroundwallkerr!”</span>came from the basement as first one drone came up the  stairs and received a round to the chest, and the other missing in the girl's haste to leave.  The boy himself was being dragged by the girl he had ran the message to earlier.  There were tears streaming down his eyes and cheeks as he remembered watching his younger sister in the basement being gunned down by the locust that had burst out of the wall so suddenly.<br/><br/>The apparently female form that had been standing at the edge of the shadows in the basement just turned to watch the events happening at the top of the stairs, giving a glance of orange-yellow eyes in the pale face.  That was only a short flash before the form moved into the shadows completely and seemed to just vanish.  Especially as the boomer started stomping up the stairs trying to get up the stairs.  Crashes followed Vyk and the boy out of the while it tried making itself fit up the human-sized opening.  A burst of hammerburst fire also followed the pair out as the second drone tried returning fire at Vyk.<br/><br/>The boy let out a pained cry as he stumbled and fell to the road behind Vyk.  The last burst of the rifle had hit the boy with a round to the back.  He was bleeding on the ground and whimpering in pain.  While that happened the old man's voice came back over the radio, very heavy static from the interference of the seeders and Nemacysts filled the transmissions.<span style="color: DimGray">“The house is no good?  Shit.  I don't know where the next best place to hide for you is, just find somewhere to lay low till the Locust leave.”</span>He advised, though he had no idea what was going on, that old man's house was at the beach, too close to the water and away from rock and earth to be best for the locust to burrow under.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>