As the bomb hit 3:00, caps on the rod sockets twisted open and Kala's omni-tool radiation measurements skyrocketed, warnings and alerts sounding as the gama radiation primer was started, but with no rods, and the bomb casing compromised, the radiation flooded the little room. Even as Kala retreated, the sudden presence of Gama radiation made the rods warm to the touch. The rods had become radioactive, though without the three minutes of gama exposure, they remained far from critical effective mass and were a danger only to Kala.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: red">Stupid cunt!</span>He Desmond yelled, squeezing down on Ashana's throat.<span style="color: red">You throw me the weapon right fucking now or I will break her neck and take it anyway!</span>Ashana's jaw clenched and she couldn't stop a gargling noise from escaping her parted lips, the veins around her face engorging under the pressure that threatened to strangle her while she clawed at his hand and forearm. His armor had assist micro-servos, increasing his strength by nearly 25%. Without her biotics, she was completely helpless.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Sorv leaned around the corner and looked into the section A. The Batarians had retreated alright.<span style="color: darkorange">Yeah, they fell back alright... good thing too.</span>Sorv said, lifting his Tempest and indicating the clip.<span style="color: darkorange">Last one. Firas, how are you doing?</span><br/><br/>Firas leaned against the wall heavily, doing an admirable job of not keeling over in spite of his wounds.<span style="color: red">Medi-gel is keeping me upright - not much else.</span><br/><br/>Sorv peered around the corner again.<span style="color: darkorange">If they're out there, then they've got control of the landing pad. </span><i>So much for the tank,</i>he thought to himself. It could mean that both gunships were still in the air, a very bad sign for them. Regardless, regrouping was was a good idea.<span style="color: darkorange">Agreed.</span>Sorv replied to Darion.<br/><br/>They made for the airlock, weapons readied in case the Batarians decided it was time for a counter attack. The door didn't respond, the work Kala had done making it inoperable on their side. Sorv tried it again for good measure, and again it did not respond.<span style="color: darkorange">Well, its not -</span>Sorv began to announce, but was cut short by the airlock opening.<br/><br/>Shira'Va slumped back to the ground, wheezing, her hand falling from the controls. She looked at them meaningfully. Sorv and Firas quickly got passed the threshold into the white corridor, then closed the airlock behind. Sorv crouched down next to the Quarian, looking at her.<span style="color: darkorange">She's in bad shape - we need to get her in an environment suit immediately.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>