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Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Tanrial nodded, limping slightly as they helped Rick out the room, “Hopefully everything has gone well. James should have finished planting the bombs by now.”

(Merry Christmas, by the way, hope you're doing well ^^)
"Yeah, and hopefully he's rounded up the staff and gotten them out like we asked."
They stepped out into the hall just in time to see a procession climbing the stairs. Wren was in the lead, carefully holding a baby in her arms. Behind her came the other children, all looking a little shell-shocked and teary. Behind them was a cluster of wary-looking teens and adults in prison clothes–the people from the containment ward.
Keith and a couple of the other kids ran into the office to retrieve Ryker and their older siblings. Wren made sure everyone was there, then gave Tanrial a nod. "We got everyone from the lower levels."
"Who's that?" Mike asked, nodding at the baby.
"Remember those tanks I showed you with embryos in them? Apparently their growth was accelerated somehow, because they're already a few months old. We got them too." She gestured to the other kids, some of whom were also carrying babies wrapped in blankets. "So, looks like you guys took a beating."

(Merry Christmas to you, too. Hope everything went well today)
Tanrial nodded with the very slight roll of her eyes, “We found Ryker and uh… Jackie and Eric weren’t so happy to see us,” She tried her best for a smile but it didn’t work too well.

(It did! ^^ We had no snow, but it was still a really good one)
Wren returned the nod. "I'm not surprised."
Mike adjusted his grip on Rick slightly. "I don't supposed any of you have medical training, or a first aid kit or something?"
"We've got something even better." Wren turned and beckoned to one of the boys. "Peter, c'mere."
Peter approached and, with a very serious expression, leaned forward to examine Rick's bullet wound. "Can you lay him down for a second?"
Mike frowned. "We're kind of in a hurry, kid…"
"This will save time, trust me," Wren put in. "Don't worry, Pete's very quick."

(That’s good to hear :)
Tanrial frowned a little but eventually nodded, resting Rick down on the floor with Mike’s help, “So… I’m guessing you can have healing powers of some sort?”

"Well, kinda," Peter explained. "Can I have a clean knife, please? Dad won't let me carry one."
Mike pulled out his second knife from its sheath and handed it over. Peter rolled up his sleeve, then carefully made a thin cut on his wrist. His blood welled up instantly, revealing itself to be flecked with white. Holding his arm just above Rick's injury, he allowed his blood to drip down and Mix with Rick's own.
Mike watched carefully. "How does that work?"
"It's pretty simple," Peter said calmly. "I have an O negative blood type, so it's compatible with anything. The white flecks are a genetic tag so I can tell my blood from my patient's. And my blood is special because it has–"
Just then Rick grunted and started to sit up. "Wow, that feels better. What's goin' on?"
Peter held him down firmly. "Don't move yet, it's just painkiller. Your wound hasn't healed enough yet, so just lie still. Anyway, like I was saying, my blood can naturally mute pain, destroy bacteria, and create fast scabs when it's exposed to the open air. It also hyper-activates cell regeneration for its first fifteen cycles through the body, which is roughly three minutes. With that jump-start, the wound should fully close in a half-hour or so. After that my blood starts to degenerate so that it doesn't, y'know, cause cancer tumors."
Rick took this in and blinked several times, gingerly touching his injury. By now it was completely covered in a scab that looked something like pink crystal. "Well, I'll be. Thanks, kid."
Peter smiled. "No problem. Does anyone else have major injuries I need to take care of?"

Tanrial glanced at her leg before shaking her head, “Nothing that needs to be taken care if now,” She looked to Mike, “You?”

Mike hesitated, staring at Peter with some of his old wariness. "How long does your blood stay in your patient's system? Are there side-effects?"
"The only side-effect is the higher risk of injury in the first few minutes because you can't feel pain anymore and might overextend yourself. Like I said, my blood has to be regenerated every few minutes or it all breaks down. The last traces of it should be gone in eight hours, or twelve if you're being particular about it."
"I am." Mike thought it over, then sighed. "Fine. I want this arm to heal right and I'll probably need it again tonight. Go ahead."
Peter nodded and gave him the same treatment as Rick. As he was finishing up, the retrieval group returned with Ryker, Eric and Jackie.
"We've got them," Keith said tersely. "Let's get out of here."

“Good idea,” Tanrial said, a,ready making a move towards the door, “This place is gonna blow at any minute.”

The group set off again, making their way up the stairs and through the medical floor. Rick seemed much better by now and was able to walk without help, although he still carried himself a bit gingerly. Mike led them through the corridors to the hallways they'd broken into and cautiously went ahead to investigate. "All clear," he called softly. "Sun's coming up. I think the battle's over, but it's hard to tell from here."

“Why don’t we go up a few at a time,” Tanrial said quietly, making her way over towards Mike, “Me you and Rick first, that way we can get rid of any stragglers from the other side if any, and then the others can follow.”

Mike nodded. "Are you up for that, Rick?"
"Think so," Rick replied, checking the ammo in his gun.
"Okay. Let's spread out when we're up there just in case." Turning, he started to climb out of the hole and over the motionless digging arm of the bulldozer.

Tanrial followed shortly after, heading in the opposite direction to where Mike went. She could just see James over the other side of the battlefield, caught up in some stressful conversation.

The immediate area was deserted, but the trees looked burnt and torn, and the bulldozer was pock-marked with bullet holes. Strangely, there were a few small drifts of snow here and there, as well as frost coating the rocks and dirt. A few straggling shapes could be seen in the distance, moving through the trees.
Mike scanned the area sharply and frowned when he saw James. "There's one of our guys….wonder where the others got to? The villagers were supposed to be here waiting to take the kids away, but I don't see them."

“Something must have gone wrong then,” Tanrial frowned herself, “Where’s Dane and all that? I don’t see them, either.”

Mike's shoulders seemed to slump with exhaustion for a second, but then he took a deep breath and took out his radio. "This is Mike. We got the kids out and we're all safe. Anybody who's able to report, now's the time to do so. Thranion? James? Dane? Trouble?" He paused, waiting.

It took a few moments before James’ voice came through the radio somewhat statically, “James here. Need any help with the kids? We have a few men to spare.”

A second later another voice came through, sounding incredibly weary. "Dane here. Fight's over. We'll come by and cover your exit."
"Thanks. You too, James. That would be appreciated. Any sign of the villagers? We don't see them."
"I think they got chased off at some point. Their radio cut out so we have no idea if they're okay."
Mike narrowed his eyes. "All right. We'll look for them as soon as the kids are safe. See you soon."

James’ line cut out a few moments later, “At least we know those two survived, that’s a plus.” Tanrial said, running a hand through her hair.

"Yeah. And hopefully the others just lost connection." Mike walked back to the hole and waved. "Come on out, everyone. When our friends get here, we'll take you all to safety."
The group climbed cautiously out into the open forest, blinking at the brightness of the sunlight. Some of the children looked apprehensive, but the former prisoners all seemed overjoyed to be breathing fresh air at last. Several of them glanced at the trees and shifted their feet, casting calculating looks at their rescuers.
Mike eyed them. "These guys are just gonna bolt if our friends don't show up soon," he said quietly.

“Probably. Look, James is coming now anyway.” Tanrial nodded her head in the direction of where a small group of people were headed their way.
James was at the front, a few of his men following close behind him. Once they arrived, James walked up to Mike and the others.
“Everything go okay down there?” He asked.

"Eventually," Mike replied, rubbing his shoulder. "But now everybody's out. Right? Was it hard to get the staff out of there like we asked?"

James scratched at the back of his head, “Well, everyone is out from what we know of. Some were harder to convince then others but uh, there shouldn’t be any causalities from the explosives.”

"Good. In that case, let's start evacuating everyone from the area so we can collapse the facility."
"Way ahead of you," said Dane, who'd just appeared with a group of soldiers. "We chased off the enemy and pulled out thirty minutes ago. The only ones left are us, and some of Trouble's fighters. They're doing a last minute scout for the wounded right now."
Mike looked relieved. "Great. No need to stick around, then." He turned to Wren, who'd walked up to join them. "We're heading west up the ridge. Make sure everyone stays together."
"You got it." Wren lifted up her baby brother and offered him to Tanrial. "I don't suppose you could carry Ollie for a little while? I gotta round up the others and my arms really hurt."

Tanrial gave her a small smile and a nod before taking the small bit in her arms, “I got him. Go do your thing and I’ll keep him quiet.” She rocked Ollie back and forth gently, smiling softly at the small baby.
(Don’t know how much I’ll be on the next few days, gonna be busy)

(np ^^)
He blinked up at her curiously, waving his tiny hand in the air. His skin was sky blue, with faint white stripes on his arms and shoulders. Rick came over and beamed at him. "Aw, what a cute feller. I wonder what his power is…"
Mike walked past them, followed by some of Dane's men. "Maybe we'll find out later. In the meantime, we've got a crowd to herd out of here."
Rick sighed and followed the group. "I guess he's right. Still, if you get tired of carryin' Little Boy Blue, I'd be glad to take him for a bit."

Tanrial nodded and gave him a thankful smile as the little boy grabbed onto one of her fingers, “Thanks, I’m alright for now but I’ll let you know if I get tired.”

They set off into the trees, moving as quickly as possible given the size of their group. Someone had grabbed some stretchers from the medical level on their way through, and the older kids were using them to carry Jackie, Eric and Ryker. The ex-prisoners were the slowest group since they were all weak and hungry, but Ryker's children hung back and offered to help where they could. One of the prisoners, a twenty-something girl with short blonde hair, made her way over to Tanrial and the others, her stride firm and steady.
"Who are you people?" she asked. Her voice carried a Southern accent like Rick's, although not as strongly. "Where are you taking us?"

Tanrial turned her attention towards the girl as she answered, “We’re from all over the place. Some are from a village west or so, along with a race of people called Evyns, though I don’t know where they are right now. We have people from a small fishing village not too far from here, which is where we’re headed. A group of from the People’s Army and another from the Pikes.”

"The Pikes? I know them. I used to live nearby."
Rick started to take an interest. "'Scuse me, Miss, but are you from the Southern Clans?"
"Yes, I'm–" She was about to answer but then stopped and looked at him warily. "Are you?"
"Well I used to be with the Gator Boys, but now I go my own way. Don't worry, I left their alliances behind a long time ago. Which clan are you from?"
The girl paused, then nodded. "I'm from the Establishment, but….I'm not allied with them anymore either."
"The Establishment?" Rick's eyes widened. "How'd you get away from that crowd? I thought they didn't allow people to just up and leave."
The girl looked away. "I…it's a long story. I'd rather not talk about it." She seemed to decide to change the subject. "What are your names? Mine's Mariana Sullivan."