Rails of Revulsion

[Ilana Logan]

Mar
11:09 P.M - Alliance Standard Time

The group moved through the city, in the opposite direction of where they had originally been headed. They were lead by their dreadlocked guide, who had revealed his name to be Mar. They dodged through alleys, and hung tight to buildings beside streets. Bodies were strewn everywhere, yet at some points there appeared to be fewer then one would expect. Crashed vehicles were found, and at one point one of the demonic shuttles came over, and grabbed one of those wrecked vehicles. There was no way of knowing what it was going to do with the vehicle, but there was nothing to do about it. They moved quickly along, though were hindered because of the one with the injured leg.

Gradually they started to see more people, headed in the same direction they were. And finally they came from beyond a stretch of buildings to see the Za-Za train station. It was as large as one would expect in a city this size, with multiple tracks visible leaded from all directions. A train begin to push forward and out as they were arriving. There were a very large amount of people surrounding the station, making their way inside. In addition to the people outside, some law enforcement official, and militiamen were outside with weapons panning around, trying to keep order while watching to ensure they weren’t attacked. A crashed vehicle like the ones that had started all of the fighting was visible not far away.

”Ha, we’re hear. It’s been real guys, good luck” Mar said. He got them as far as the train station just as he said he would, but that was as far as he was going to go with it. He wasn’t going to wait till they were all boarded and settled, because there was no point to it. He’d been patient with the whole thing, so he now it was time for him to go, and he did.

As Mar ran off towards the train, the others followed, but slow due to the one mans injury. They made their way through the station. Though there were a lot of people, they all seemed to move at a very good pace. The trains could hold an enormous amount of people, and there were several there. They gradually moved onto the third car of a train, and were settled in. There were a very large amount of people packed onto the train, but they still managed to be able to sit down at a bench area with 2 benches facing each other. The train was set to move out when it was full, which from the looks of it would be very soon.

[Marcus O'Terra]

<From Getting into Trouble>

Marcus was thankful beyond reckoning for Mar's guidance, and called a thanks to his fleeing back as they approached the station. He made sure the safety of the gun was on and stuffed it into his duster pocket. He advised the rest to do the same, and walked Teegan through clicking the safety on.

There was hell of a noise getting to the train, but once they were there, a fresh pang of pain reminded Marcus about his bum leg's condition. Looking around he called out, his voice horse with pain and lack of water.

"There any medics round here? Anyone with training?" He looked around. "Anyone know where the first aid kits at?" He ventured; he had basic training. He could apply a bandage well enough. Probably.

Marcus looked to Teegan and the rest of his group. There was a smile on his face, but it was a meager one. He felt like he had to say something, anything. "Good work." He managed.

[Ilana Logan]

John Holden

A man standing in the third car, with a bag under his arm looked around when he heard something that stuck out. ”There any medics around here.” He was patching up someone’s arm not far away from the noise. He looked at a man with dark brown skin just beside him. ”Fass, can you finish this up for me?” He asked. The man nodded and took over where he’d left off. So he walked over, through people to where he’d heard the call. It wasn’t far. A man sat, with a group of several others. He looked down and saw a tear in the mans pants. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the man appeared to be hurt. ”You need some help?” The man asked. He had sweat on his forehead and he brushed it off. ”What happened there?” He asked pointing at the mans leg which appeared to be wounded. He still had the large bag in his arm, and wanted to know more before he did anything specific.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus was thankful when he saw a man walking over. Near as he could tell the man had some kinda training. Fass can you finish this up for me? He leaned back and checked on his own leg. It didn't look good. He tore at the gap in the pants leg so the man would be able to get at it more easily.

You need some help? The man asked; Marcus chuckled at the question. "Yeah, you could say that." At the sight of the wound the man wiped his brow and pointed at the leg. What happened there? Marcus laughed.

"There's a funny story there..." The pain was starting to get worrisome again. "See me and this reaver got into a disagreement about my leg, his dinner, and the connection between the two." He pointed at the wounds. "See he put three nails into my leg. I put a bullet into his brain. So I won out."

He sighed and exhaled. "At least I think they were nails... maybe they were screws.... I dunno. But it hurts like hell and I can't move on this leg, at all." He swore a bit and thought for a moment. "Less than an hour ago.... I think?"

[Ilana Logan]

John Holden

The man didn’t share the same sense of humor at the moment as the injured one before him. He’d been treating people for the last few minutes, and things weren’t in such a way that he was ready to laugh. He kept a serious expression. ”Well lets take a look.” He said pulling the tear on the pant leg to see more of the wound. ”It’s not screws that’s for sure, too small.” He observed as he pulled it down a little bit more. ”Uh oh, that’s not good.” he pointed near the veins where there was quite a bit of discoloration, and they were bulging. ”Some kinda toxins in there.” He said setting the bag down. He reached inside and pulled out a small device that fit just into his hand. It was white and silver with a screen facing him.

He placed it on the wound, and pulled it back. ”Hargayak Vactasus.” The man said looking at the screen. ”Not to worry, you’d be surprised how many people we get even in St. Josephs that have infections from this kind of stuff.” He said digging into his bag once more. He pulled out small box, opened it, and pulled out two liquid carrying pills. In his other hand he held a magna seizer. ”You’re gonna wanna take these. It’ll stop the effects for about 17 hours, and by then it should be out of your system.” He said handing him the capsules. He held the magna-seizer, a small device that seemed a bit like a spatula with a short handle over the wound. Suddenly 3 long and thin pieces of metal rocketed out of the leg and attached to the device. He put them inside an empty pill carrier, and put them all in his bag. The last thing he did was hand the man a bandage. ”No permanent damage from what I can see. You should be feelin’ better in about an hour or so.” He said standing back up all the way. There was nothing more for him to do, and there were other people around that needed help, so he left towards some of the others that needed tending to.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus was a little worried at first; judging by the man's grim tone. Then again with everything that was going on, a doctor would be bittered. When he disregarding the 'screw' theory Marcus was relieved for all of a moment. Uh-oh, that's not good The doctor's words silenced what was left of his 'brave' smile.

"Uh-oh? Why uh-oh?" The doctor explained on without really listening to Marcus, so the man kept his mouth shut. When he was handed the pills he was reminded about Alison, and the treatment she'd given him.... and how he'd shot her. The image came back and he swallowed the pills without another thought. The pain from the slivers coming out of his leg was negligible compared to them going in.

After the bandaged was applied and the man stood up to leave. Marcus nodded and said his thanks to the man. "Need to find a radio." He looked to Teegan. "Tell Virgil to take off if he can get to the ship. Come here if he can't." Doing that was up to Teegan though. He was so damn tired he could barely move to save his life. His hand was on his pocket though. If the reavers showed he'd be ready. "Rest of you settle in, keep your ears open..." He wasn't sure what he was doing, tell em what to do. But giving them direction, even just plain advice, seemed appropriate. Maybe it was the exhaustion? Delusions of grandeur? "Me... a captain?... high-larious."

Or maybe he'd somebody else fight. That wouldn't be too bad.

[Ilana Logan]

Angelina Westcraft

Angie had been pretty quiet the entire time and getting on the train was no different, she didn’t know these people and as for Marcus, well, she hoped that he wouldn’t ask her a lot of questions. She heard say him he one woman, who had been helping him, had they said her name? Angie couldn’t be sure but it was something about finding a radio and to everyone else to just settle in and keep their ears open. She had been asleep before being woken up but that didn’t mean that she had slept all that well.

Angie looked around the train, being vigilant had kept her alive this long and glanced over at Marcus who she hoped the doctor had helped. But she felt like saying something to him so she finally spoke up to him.

”So, what’s the verdict? Are you going to be all right?’

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus looked up at Angelina's words. It'd been years since he'd seen the woman. He'd been shipping out and she was still working under engines with her dear old man. But something in her face stay the same throughout the years.

It was a comforting thought, that a person could keep that kinda light in their eyes.

Maybe it was the peril that got him thinking about old faces though. The fact that Rye showed up at the same time though was just damn eerie. Maybe he wasn't the only one looking for work here. Speaking of... he was half tempted to ask for Jack King; if the man survived, then living through a Reaver attack was a damn sign of survivability, if not just plain luck.

Though he was probably.... ugh. He didn't want to think about it.

[Ilana Logan]

Rienna Stone

Her eyes were closed, and she was leaning to the side, back to the group. Temple pressed against the cold metal cooling her heated skin. "Ahh finally....a chance to rest"

The slight hum of the train rocking back and forth lulling her into a sense of calm, left foot extended. Right food slightly twitching with anticipation. Riena's hands were hugging her stomach gently, her ribs hurt along with her back but it wasn't anything serious but still nagged at her. Still keeping an ear open to the conversations, she concluded that Marcus was being taken care of by a doctor. and was glad that this horrendous evening was coming to an end.

Riena's thoughts were swimming with questions; ("How she came upon Marcus and his companion Teegan.?")It wasn't a bad situation. The girl was someone she could trust, and become good friends with. ("Marcus on the other hand....Marcus...Marcus.") She laughed to herself breifly with a smile upon her lips. The last time she had spoken to her, she had gotten the blunt end of the stick. Hopefully, he wouldn't hold it against her. A thought in the back of her head bothered her. ("where was she going to end up after this. It's been too long that she's been away from other people, it was... different.")

Speaking with her head still turned away she ushered Angelina's question again towards Marcus "Yes what is the Verdict Marcus?"

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus turned to V, who was now pressing him with the same question. He shrugged, and kept the bandage clear so it could set properly. He was full of holes... again. There were times like this, a squad mate would suggest him joining an abby.

But it just seemed poor taste, what with the reavers. Abominations. He shuddered. "Worst has past, probably. The horde'll gorge itself and leave, just in time for the Alliance or someone to blast the crap out of their tails. Maybe."

He looked at Teegan. "You need to find a comm unit or some kinda radio. Call the Minerva... if they set off or not." He sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Course that can wait till we get to wherever this line takes us."

He wished he had a hat, so he could pull it down over his face and seclude himself in his thoughts. The best he could do was pull his brown duster close and flip the dusty collar up to shield his face from any further questions.

"Damn day can't get any longer."

[Ilana Logan]

Angelina Westcraft

Marcus didn't answer her, she noticed and only responded when one of the others spoke up. He seemed to want to close everything out and Angie took the hint.

She simply went back to her seat and took it. So, far this hadn't been gong well, she could only assume he let her tag along because they already knew each other. As for everyone else, she was getting the distinct feeling they didn't even want her there. So, she simply went along with whatever, just so she survived and got the hell out of there.

Angie had a while back stopped trying to make friends or going out of her way to do so. She didn't used to be like this, no the girl used to be much more out going but things change and so do people. And while she had her own reasons for being this way, at this point in time it didn't matter.

[Bishop Morse]

11:14 P.M - Alliance Standard Time

The Train begins to move forward with a slight kick and gradually begins to pick up pace.

[Ilana Logan]

Rienna Stone

The train jostled her out of her slight nap. Eyes open and a bit more groggy than she would have liked. Riena began to remember where she was;....the train, and who she was with.

"Damn, what'd I do for a shower...maybe a stiff drink.." she smiled to herself letting out a soft laugh. Drinking had been a means of release, of forgetting. She needed to forget.

Rubbing her eyes, letting out a long yawn, streched bringing her arms back down to rest on her crossed legs. Scanning the room, eyes bouncing from one face to another. Women and children. People of all ages and races sat trembling, waiting for what was to come next. Alot of thier faces covered in dried blood, or soot, and ash from all the explosions. More than likely her too.

Her head started to throb, as she looked away from the light above, feeling her pockets on her pants, and shirt she found what she was looking for.

Lighting up her last ciggerette, and crushing the pack in her hand shoving it back in. Taking a long drag and exhaled. Her body becoming heavy, but at the sametime anxious. Taking another drag, she looked to the woman who had arrived, Riena looked her up and down, slowly studying her. She wasn't worse for the wear. For what she could tell, was taking this situation very well. There was something underneath. Something troublesome though. But the light of innocence still shone on her face. Taking another drag, and exhaling she leaned towards her, resting her elbows on her knees, with a small smile on her face. It felt strange to have conversations with normal people, Especailly when the smile was an honest one.

"How're you feeling? you're not hurt or anything?" Riena extended her right hand, hoping the woman would take it.

"Name's Riena, I didn't really catch yours"

[Ilana Logan]

Angelina Westcraft

Angie could also use a drink or maybe a few but that wouldn’t do well for keeping things together, she supposed. Not that she had access to any at the moment.

”I’m fine. Not hurt.” She accepted the other woman’s hand. ”Are you okay?” She asked in response ”I’m Angelina but most people call me Angie.” She wasn’t sure if the other woman noticed that Marcus had called her Angel and wasn’t going to get into why that was.

[Bishop Morse]

Vykaar: Reaver

11:23 P.M – Alliance Standard Time

The train ran at a faster pace then it normally would. Though it was pressing it’s limits, it was trying get away from the city as fast as was possible. The people on the train were aware of how fast they were going, but that wouldn’t particularly bother anyone unless they were outside. The trains seven cars didn’t seem to slow it down at all, and it glided along the magna-track at a very fast pace. Behind them the city got farther and farther away. Smoke billowed up from all over the large city, buildings were ablaze, the light of fire was glinting off the side of each many of the tall structures. Another building could be seen bending over and falling down on the city below. It looked like many cities during the war, but the war had been over for 6 years. But the train continued at its fast pace.

Suddenly there was a slight rumbling, and the train began to shake slightly. It was different the shaking that the train had been doing the whole ride, as that had been gradual and somewhat predictable. This was fast and was getting rougher and rougher. All of a sudden the whole train was shaking and moving. People began to scream and look out the windows on the left side out at the city. There was a massive shining blue light. It formed a dome of energy and was expanding outwards from the center of the city. All at once there was a great shockwave of energy, that was so heavy it smashed out some of the hard-plast windows on the train. There had been a train, which had been following not that far behind them. Its lights had been visible in the dark night outside. But suddenly you couldn’t see them at all. The blue dome expanded very quickly. It was bright, almost blinding, and then suddenly faded into nothing. It had appeared from the center of the city, and now it was gone. All of the electric lights inside of the city were out, replaced by a mass of flames much larger then the ones before.

Some buildings were collapsing, while others just had large pieces missing. Others you couldn’t see at all. The whole thing was like a city wide bonfire, with nothing to put it out. People on the train screamed in terror, but the train kept on running. Many stared outside at Za-Za, and the crumbling structures that used to fill its skyline.

[Marcus O'Terra]

When the rumbling had gotten worse, Marcus looked out the window to see the blue orb growing and approaching in the distance. There was a chill in his heart, like the reaper came down and ran her finger through his chest. He swore in his seat and roared above the din of the group.

"EVERYONE! GET DOWN!!!" But there wasn't enough time.

He pulled his coat up as the wave hit, and the hard-plast window collapsed inward with a spray. His back was pelted with fragments, and he fell to his knees in front of where Teegan had been sitting.

As the wave faded, Marcus turned himself over so he was sitting on the floor. The train was still rumbling. Still going ahead. His mind raced at what the hell that had been. A bomb? Had to be. But what KIND of bomb was the damned question.

He managed to get onto his knees and looked out at what was left of Za-Za, much like the rest of the train. "If that was the Alliance, they sure know how to clean house." The lack of lights meant that whatever the bomb had been, it produced an EMP to a certain radius. Hopefully the train they were on still had all its brakes and safeties.

"Shiny... We're still breathing." He swore under his breath. "<For all the good a rooster'll do an engine leak.>" It was a phrase he'd picked up from Angel's Dad, and had stuck with him through the war.

(tag; anyone)

[Ilana Logan]

Angelina Westcraft

So, the conversation seemed interrupted by Marcus yelling out. Everyone get down. or something to that affect. Angie didn’t stop to think long enough to really hear it, she found herself on the floor. Her arms over her head embraced for the impact she was certain was coming.

She actually didn’t see the blue orb but felt the impact along with the window shattering and a piece hitting the back of her hand.

“Ouch! Dammit!”

Once the attack was over she sat up and looked at the back of her hand and sighed, wishing it was a bigger piece of plastic embedded in her hand. That would be easier to get out.

”Hey, does anyone have a pair of tweezers and a bandage of some sort.”

If she had that she would be good to go as it wasn’t going to be a big deal once the glass was removed.