Gilax shook his head, trying to regain his wits. He blinked several times trying to push the haze from the explosion from his mind. He heard a loud thud and turned quickly to see a Skycar skipping then sliding onto the lot between the rows of parked cars behind him. The Quarian that emerged from the vehicle was one that Gilax recognized immediately.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">H-hey! L-L-Look! I swear I'll stop talking, tell the Shadow Broker I'll-</span>Gilax began stuttering and pushing himself across the ground away from the advancing Quarian. Sorv spoke up, the barrel of his sub-machine gun making it clear to Gilax that he was to be silent. The following quick strike across his temple sent the Salarian into darkness.<br/><br/>**<br/><br/>It wasn't long into the flight before Sorv's motor skills and awareness began to rapidly degrade. His core temperature began rapidly climbing and the lights of the Illium skyline and crisscrossing car lanes started blurring. In the back seat of the car, Gilax began to move slowly and a hushed groan escaped his lips.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Cantenelli watched Firas as he spoke, keeping his eyes level on Firas, his grin from just moments ago having vanished.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Meet at the Acheron? That isn't what your Asari here told the team at the map.</span>Cantenelli looked at Ashana who felt a chill run down her spine. The Human had been watching them since they landed.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">But as far as signals being scrambled,</span>Cantenelli returned his gaze to Firas,<span style="color: Blue">Illium sees so much traffic that most signals not running through local channels don't make it far. Anything trying to go inside one of the environment domes,</span>Cantenelli looked over his shoulder at the miles in diameter white domes spattered across the surface,<span style="color: Blue">would never make it.</span><br/><br/>Cantenelli's eye's returned to Firas and he stared at the Turian for a moment.<span style="color: Blue">It is becoming progressively more obvious to me that your team lacks a certain cohesion.</span>The Human narrowed his eyes.<span style="color: Blue">You understand that this arrangement of ours relies on you, </span>he glanced at Ashana briefly,<span style="color: Blue">being able to actually <i>do</i> what we need?</span><br/><br/>Ashana's eyes trailed from Cantenelli upwards as an erratic motion caught her eye. In the distance, behind the Human, a skycar swerved wildly as it came around the corner of the spire a distance away. It seemed to be heading their way, but it was flying erratically. Ashana's realization that the vehicle was in fact headed toward them caused her muscles to tense, and her eyes to widen. Cantenelli glanced over, her sudden reaction catching his attention. He quickly moved from the rail and turned to see what she was looking at.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">What the hell?</span>He asked, and frowned before turning and shouting at the platform,<span style="color: Blue">Everyone move! Get out of the way!</span>Before he too quickly ran for cover.<br/><br/>The dock workers looked at the Human curious, and disturbed at his sudden outburst before their eyes fell on the rapidly approaching vehicle. Some of the crews dropped what they were doing, whole others mindlessly tried to run with whatever burdens they were carrying.<br/><br/>Moments later the car veered down and crashed, skidding and spinning across the platform in a spray of sparks and screeching metal. Ashana dove to the ground and covered her head as the vehicle hit. A moment later it came to a halt, smoke emitting from the wrecked vehicle.<br/><br/>Ashana lifted her hand from her head and looked in bewilderment at the car. Utter confusion had taken hold of her, as had shock. The Asari pushed herself slowly onto her knees, then sat down. Adrenaline was coursing through her making it hard to think clearly.<br/><br/>The Human, Cantenelli was already moving, though. Moments after the impact he was running toward the wreck with a Predator pistol drawn. He moved with practiced efficiency, keeping the pistol raised as he approached the car, moving around the smoking debris to the driver's side. The door opened suddenly and Cantenelli took a step back, keeping the gun trained on the car's inhabitants.<br/><br/>He lowered to gun once he saw who was inside. It was the Quarian and Krogan from Firas' team. There was a Human as well, one that Cantenelli didn't recognize, and a Salarian in the backseat, stirring slightly with blood streaks down his forehead.<br/><br/>Cantenelli was about to say something when his eyes lowered down onto Sorv's abdomen, and the hole in it. The Quarian's slumping posture all but confirmed the injury.<br/><br/>With a quick flick of his wrist Cantenelli brought his omni-tool to his lips.<span style="color: Blue">Acheron! We have a code 1 emergency! We need medical evac immediately! Prep medical for Quarian injuries!</span>He shouted and put his pistol away. He payed no mind to the Human or Krogan and quickly grabbed hold of Sorv and pulled him from the wreckage and onto the loading dock a distance away.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Firas!</span>Cantenelli shouted at the Turian.<span style="color: Blue">Your man's been hit!</span><br/><br/>Ashana's mind gained clarity enough to recognize what Cantenelli had said, and in a burst of sudden focus, she recognized the body that the Human had pulled from the wreckage. She scrambled to her feet and ran towards the car, stopping short of Cantenelli and Sorv, watching them in concern.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">Is he alright?</span>She asked, unaware of what exactly had happened. Cantenelli ignored her question, instead keeping his eyes on the wound.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">What happened?</span>He asked, looking at Rajarr.<br/><br/>All around the wreckage, dock workers began moving toward the car that moments before they were fleeing from. Whispers and looks of curiosity surrounded the wreckage. Those that saw the Quarian on the ground looked on in shock at the blood, some covering their mouths.<br/><br/>The two Illium security officers that were present quickly pushed their way through the growing crowd. Upon seeing the damage, and the Quarian the two quickly began pushing the crowds back, giving the group a fair amount of room. One activated their omni-tool and began speaking into it, though her words were out of earshot of the crew.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">We had 28 crew only a few days ago. Now its just who you met in the CIC.</span>Airea replied.<br/><br/>Airea looked back at Kala when asked about undergarments.<span style="color: Navy">Wear whatever you want. I just said it would chaffe.</span><br/><br/>Airea turned her back and waited for Kala to make up her mind, instead tending to the storage lockers at the feet of the beds. It would be difficult removing these personal affects of the previous crew. It would be even more interesting now that they had a "ground" crew as well, whatever that meant. Airea didn't feel particularly fond of the idea. It would likely mean more time planet side and less time doing what she enjoyed, flying. Still, she had decided to stay with the Captain, so she was along for whatever ride he decided to give them.<br/><br/>Without warning the Captain's voice sounded over the entire ship's intercomms.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">Acheron! We have a code 1 emergency! We need medical evac immediately! Prep medical for Quarian injuries!</span>He ordered with urgency. He sounded out of breathe as well. Airea looked up and frowned. Something had happened.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Hurry up, then come on.</span>She told Kala and exited the crew quarters. The Doctor had already dropped what he was doing and was opening the elevator doors as Airea arrived.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">Go get em, doc.</span>She said as he stepped inside. He nodded to her briefly as the doors closed between them.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>On the CIC Falkris listened to the order and before it was even complete he was inputting commands at the terminal beside the command post.<br/><br/>Mickey looked listened and frowned in confusion. He tried to piece together what Quarian injuries the Captain may have been referring to. His thoughts were cut short by a sharp bark from the Turian over the comms.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">Mickey! Activate the shuttle's remote flight and get the doctor to the site and back!</span>He ordered giving no room in his tone for disagreement. The pilot quickly set to work.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The elevator opened on the ship's highest level just as the upper most panel of the ship's hull parted with a hiss and rush of Illium air and burst of the sparkling lights emanating from the Towers visible above the ship. Beruut ran to the shuttle the Kodiak shuttle sitting in the center of the bay. The docking clamps on the hull were already releasing as Falkris activated the shuttle's escape sequences. The Salarian doctor opened the door to be greeted by a slew of already active panels, despite the empty cockpit.<br/><br/>He sealed the door behind him and sat down on one of the shuttle's two mirroring benches.<span style="color: YellowGreen">I'm in.</span>He announced.<br/><br/><span style="color: Cyan">Roger that Doc.</span>Mickey sounded over the comms and the Salarian was suddenly greeted by the stomache wrenching sensation of rapid ascension.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">Captain, I am en route.</span>The Salarian spoke into his omni-tool. As the shuttle began to accelerate, the doctor pulled a medical kit from the wall and opened it, pulling a set of syringes from it in preparation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>