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``Guess it's you and me`` She said to Zaide. She shifted around to find a way to get to the tanks; while she moved her armor moved around kind of like a ton of tiny little panels and in-between each panel there were little bolts of electricity. She turned to Zaide and said ``Hey which do you think is better Blades`` he staff had to blades come out of the end ``Or Shockers?`` she said as the blades retracted and came out two prongs with electricity surging through them. ``Eh I'll do Shockers`` she looked around and saw two guards coming out of a door just as he left. She leaped up onto the wall and then she jumped off the wall to the guards. She landed behind a wall. She radioed Zaide ``Let's get going`` she whispered into the radio. She leaped out behind the walls and shot out a small disc that came from a slit in her armor. It hit one of the soldiers and shocked them. The guard fell to the ground. The other guard raised his weapon but she shocked the weapon disabling it. The guard pulled out a baton and she began to fight the guard.

Ember would look at the schematics with his datapad "That way..." Ember would run over to the control pad, hacking into it, he would shoot a couple of prison guards with his pistol, An alarm would sound as ember began to open the doors, Synth units were on their way "Let's get the prisoners to the Blast door" Ember would turn on his Comms "Get those bombs planted, We're going to blow this place sky high" Ember would close a few doors to seal off some of the Seperatist response teams.

ORIN - Kamura pointed towards a platform where the console was standing on, but before Orin could even make his way towards it, the Commander rushed past him and hacked the computer in a jiffy, with the corpses of the freshly killed jailers at his feet. Awhh shucks. He wanted to give a try!
But when the alarm was tripped and the sliding doors slid open, Orin concluded that this wasn't the moment to ask the Commander why he never gave the others a chance. Trotting back to the cells with some of the Quinterran soldiers, he carefully took three of the weakest prisoners under his wing and instructing some of the pale-tails to give him cover, he started to escort them to the cleared blast door.
Meanwhile, he groped for his Comm. and pressed it against his muzzle. "Zaide," he whispered in a low voice thanks to the voice modulators in his helmet. "Zaide, do you copy?" He heard rustling noises, some shouting, followed by a massive explosion that was even heard from the other side of the complex, where he and Kamura were. Great All-Father, what a blast! "Zaide, do you copy?!" Orin snarled, losing his patience and starting to feel anxious. His brother was OK, right? Why didn't he just answer and..
"What's up, princess?" the voice on the other side chuckled. The blonde-furred Lycandros exhaled in relief. Phew, that was close! "Almost thought I lost you there.." Another cocky chuckle was heard from the other side, ending in a overly confident scoff. "Sweet lil' brother 'o mine," Zaide rumbled, "you know I'm unbreakable."

ZAIDE - Hell yeah, what a blast! Sitting on the ledge overseeing the factory, Zaide couldn't help laughing at the spectacle. Canines in white coats, covered in dust and artificial Cu'Madr liquid ran around, carrying their precious blueprints and formulas in their pockets and trembling hands, whereas most of their colleagues - who lied dead on the floor or were trapped beneath the rubble - apparently meant nothing to them.
He hopped down and landed on all fours, landing amidst the fight of Krysia versus the guardsmen. Right, this dame in distress could use a hand! Pulling out his nanosteel knife, he already kicked one of the soldiers in the stomach to create some distance, and after getting a good grip on his favored melee-weapon's handle, he swiftly cut his way though his uniform until he slit the guy's throat. Too easy. Grinning invisibly, he turned to the babe and nodded slowly and.. badassly.
"Nothing like the good 'ole melee fight, don't ya think?" Zaide huffed and turned his armored muzzle towards the collapsed factory again. What once was one of the biggest assembly lines known to Frostfall, had turned into a mass of broken Cu'Madr's, debris, smoke, corpses and fire. A wonderful sight indeed.

She looked at Zaide and smiled (Though he couldn't see it) ``Good job, but I've seen better`` she said. ``Jesus it's hot in this suit I need some coolant in this thing she pressed a button on the side of the helmet causing it to retract back into the suit revealing her face. ``Well we should meet up with Ember`` she would pressed the button again and the helmet slide back onto her face. ``See ya there`` she retracted the staff and put it onto her back. She got down on all fours and began to run to Ember and Orin's position. She ran as fast as possible thanks to her suit which increased her agility. She came across a few patrols of guards. She took a few out but was able to sneak past the rest. She ran into the building at high speeds she didn't really watch where she was going and ran right into Orin knocking the both of them down.

ZAIDE - He scoffed. Better, sure! She hadn't seen him at his best, 'cause she sure as hell wasn't ready for it. Yeah, he'd frighten her to death if he showed her how deftly his knifefighting was! She'd be-.. A mechanic swoosh caught his attention. The unitary helmet Krysia was wearing smoothly retracted itself into her neck plates, revealing the very thing he'd hoped to see after a punishing raid such as this one: the babe's face.
And how differently he had imagined her to look. Gray fur, dark muzzle. Pale markings covering her face. And something told him she was way older than him. Way beyond his league. Zaide tried hold onto his pokerface, but as he recalled that his helmet was still on and no emotions were showing, his lips curled into a genuine surprised smirk. Well, and that was the end of his romantic venture. A one way trip leading into the good 'ole age gap. Twist after twist.
As fast as she had shown her face, she put her helmet back on, and after a brief and rather hastily said goodbye, she ran off on all fours. Not something a Lycandros would do. So maybe they were dealing with another Darkwolf here? Zaide sighed and put his jagged combat knife back into its scabbard. Didn't matter, 'cause she was right. Orin and his military pal were still awaiting their return.

ORIN - And there went the last prisoner. Orin flashed a faint smile when the rag-wearing Darkwolf climbed on the Cargo Vessel and sat down amidst the abundance of shivering but relieved POW's. Their trembling voices produced a soft, almost pleasant murmur, and despite the terrified ganders at the Separatist Base behind Orin's armored back, they seemed way more relaxed than they were when he picked them up.
"Save travels, comrades," the blonde canine spoke to the prisoners as the Vessel took off and headed for the orbit. These poor men and women were finally heading home after the excruciating days they had spend in the Base, and even though his loyalty to the Empire wasn't that strong, Orin truly thought they deserved it. He couldn't even imagine what kind of horrors they were to endure, and what happened to the others that didn't make it out.
But it was too late to save the damned. Orin put on his helmet and headed back into the bowels of the bunker, looking for Kamura and hopefully catching a glimpse of Zaide and the new female along the way. Yet the closer he got to the place where he last saw his Commander, the stronger the tingling sensation in his stomach got. Something wasn't right.
Activating the sliding doors quickly revealed that Zaide had been right all along: Commander Kamura stood in the middle of the console room, surrounded by corpses.. the at gunpoint of a Velox General and a few nearby Quinterrans. Oh All-Father!
"Drop your weapons!" Orin recklessly yelled, pulling out his pulse rifle and aiming at the Velox' baret. They could solve this without bloodshed.. if they would only listen. "No need for more blood, right? Just step away from the Commander.." He got closer, and since no other blasts were fired for now, the tension grew rabidly like a GMO in a fluid tank. The shot he had was clear though, and for a moment, he felt the itch to pull to the trigger. No, he told himself. That's something Zaide would do.. He was a killer, but he wasn't a murderer.

She got back up ``Sorry`` she said while rubbing his head. She looked around and saw nobody and decided to walk towards the door. She heard "TRAITOR!" and then two shots. She ran closer to the door and burst through the door while pulling out her staff. She extended it and had the tow blades come out. She got into a fighting stance and looked around. She saw Ember, Orin, and someone else. She had no idea who it was and she said to Ember ``What the hell is going on?`` she shifted around in her armor, waiting for an answer.

((Assume this happened and that didn't))
Ember would duck for cover, getting shot at by the trator, the quinterrans were nowhere in sight, As they were mopping up the enemy contacts still left alive, Ember would barely get a glimpse of the Person who was firing at him "TAKE HIM DOWN!!!!" Yelled the wolf, as he peeked out of the corner and fired a burst of pulse rounds, seperatist soldiers would storm in as ember would fire several missiles from his shoulder, killing several Seperatist soldiers with a single barrage

ORIN - These Separatists clearly weren't much for diplomacy; as soon as Orin flipped the safety switch on his grid fire pulse - he had never expected that those military grade rifles even equipped those! -, the Quinterran General opened fire on Commander Kamura. Taking cover somewhere close to the blonde lupine, he roared something about taking someone down, and Orin didn't hesitate to join the fight.
Fine, if words wouldn't help, some shots to the head surely would. Orin leaped over a pile of metal plated containers, slid past the General and bashed the pale-tail in his knees with a fully improvised knock of his elbow. Crash! The small yet fit canine fell to the ground, and when he bend over him to disarm the guy, the Lycandros heard the footsteps of a new batch of Separatist echo throughout the room. Oh heck! If they were getting some company, he could use some too!
Roughly pulling the polished laser-revolver from the Quinterran's paws, he kicked the guy against his head as he got up and dived for cover, ensuring the General would black out but would still be able to explain himself later on. Good. Time for those reinforcements to arrive!
"Zaide! Do you copy?!" Orin yelled into his Comm., trying to drown out the violent blasting around him. In the corner of his eye, a violent explosion launched some Separatists into the air. Wait, who the hell was carrying those?! At least the missiles were friendly, but he had to keep an eye out. "Zaide?! Geez man, where are you?" Some static rustling on the other side.
Meanwhile, three scarcely armored Separatist recruits were heading his way, one of them already ready to pull the trigger. Oh no, he had no time for this mess! Enabling the 'stunning'-mode on his pulse rifle - that would briefly paralyze and tase the young chaps without killing them -, three precisely aimed shots hit the soldiers on their chest, dropping them onto the glossy - but now slightly bloodstained - floor.
"Orin? What the hell's goin' on there?" a crackling voice over the Comm., which he had dropped, shouted. "You ain't having a party that booming without me, kiddo!" If that black sack of meat had enough gray matter between his ears, he would be able to track down the tracer on his Communicator Device, leading his half-brother straight onto the battlefield. Orin grunted and held his armored muzzle closer. "Well, hurry it up then!"

ZAIDE - Down the hallway, take the next right. Run, faster and faster, and on your left! Having difficulty to watch the tracker and his surroundings simultaneously, Zaide took a lot of slippery sprints, eventually leading him towards the flickering red star on his screen. And... finally!
A loud, missile like blast confirmed that this really was that awesome bash Orin was at, and it all became even clearer when a stray shot came from the doorway and flew off into the distance. Right, time to jump in then.
Pulling his rifle out, Zaide threw himself into the bloodstained, messy room, firing several shots at Separatist dogs who dropped dead immediately. Almost tripping over a cold arm, the dark-furred Spec-Ops ran over to a blonde spot crouching behind some barrels, determined to reach the place without getting shot-!!
A scorching ray of unholy damned sunshine hit him across the face, the force knocking his head to the left. Shit! He growled and stumbled towards his half-brother, he apparently never witnessed this dumb act. Grumbling, Zaide sat down next to his bro and immediately put on his helmet, trying to ignore the searing pain on his cheek and the weird, tingly sensation under his right eye.
"What's the situation, private?" he said in a mocking voice, his hidden pain still showing. Orin didn't react. Instead, his upper body went upright a little when he bend over one of the crates to take down some enemy soldiers by burning holes in their ankles and knees. Damn, so the gold-furred prince was either afraid of killing or one hell of a sadist! Growling, he sat back down and looked at his brother, breathing heavily.
"You were right all along, brother. There was a rat among those pale-tails, now all we have to do is-.." Another blast was fired, but hit his brother in his armored chest. No big deal, 'cause their armor was resistant to stuff like this.. or was it? "No.. no.. heck no.. not my.. chest.." Orin rabidly whimpered, groping around the large molten hole in his armor. Shit.. no..
Zaide jumped on his feet and grabbed his hysterical brother, hauling him over to a spot that was more hidden that the previous. Large crates and containers protected them from most fire; unless a tank was brought onto the battlefield, he was positive they were safe.
"Alright, chill out.. I err," he hastily 'comforted' his brother, who had begun huffing and grunting in pain. Stimpack.. where the hell had he kept those? Removing the chest piece - which was rendered useless anyway after a blast that intense -, Zaide quickly inspected the wound, concluding it wasn't too life threatening.. right? Stimpack.. where the hell was it when he needed that damned needle-packed-son of a gun?
"Pocket.." A clairvoyant prince. He fiddled with the buckle on Orin's medpack, but pulled out the off-white drug shortly after. In a strong swipe, he planted the needle into his brother's chest tissue. The blondy groaned, then nodded thankfully. "Come on, go help out Krysia and Kamura.. I'll be fine... right?" Yeah. He would be. He had to be. Handing his brother his knife - just in case -, Zaide climbed onto his feet again and went back to take down more of those rebelling dogs - if Commander Kamura had left any for him, that was.