[Open in journal and in person in the lobby]

[lonenoble]

[This isn't been remotely what she'd been expecting to have happen. Not by a long shot. She knows it is only a matter of time before it finally happens. Alone, with all of the Covvies on Reach... It is just a matter of time before the deathblow finally falls. She knows death is coming. But she doesn't regret it.

She just watches on her back as what should be the deathblow starts to fall.

Suddenly, the scenery changes. The Elites vanish. She's indoors. And instead of Reach... It's an unfamiliar room.  A lobby of some kind.  But she's injured. Her helmet is nearby on the floor. And she's gasping for breath as she tries to deal with the injuries from the Elites that she'd been trying to hold off.  When she finally manages speech, it's rushed.]

How did I get here? What's going on?

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[lonenoble]

[Silence other than the rough breathing. Absolute shocked silence.]

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[NOT FUCKING GOOD.]

[Slamming the helmet on, grabbing the journal, and booking it out of her hangar, checking her tracker for blips, her tone sharp.]

Six. STIREP. What's your status?

[lonenoble]

[As much as she was alarmed by hearing someone dead... Habit and training kicked in.] Wounded.

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Good, good, that's something, at least.]

Where are you, can you give me a landmark? [Heading for the castle since that seemed most likely, but nothing was showing up on her trackers yet.]

[lonenoble]

A lobby of some kind. This doesn't make sense...

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

On my way. [Lobby. Check. Doubletiming it.]

[A touch softer. Six, what had happened ... ] We'll get you straightened out.