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Vremea cheerfully responded with an okay, over before taking a few more minutes and digging her feet in the ground.

What was that sound...? Was that... Vremea turned, then her eyes widened. Oh my gog. Oh my gog oh my gog oh my gog that is an ARMY. THAT WAS A PURPLEBLOOD. AND... oh my gog it was that tealblood that sold her the faulty goods!! She couldn't have been a rebel... OH NO. They... the defenders... down they went... so FAST! And she was SITTING RIGHT THERE. She would've gone to help if they weren't already down! Vremea instinctively dove into the water, not even caring about her shoes or her hair or her clothes, fearing only for her life. Crap, her walkie! It was drenched now, it wouldn't work, CRAP! She couldn't call for help! Wait, wait, ODETTE!! As she swam into the water, thankful she had pulled her hair up, she slid her head carefully out of the water and looked up to the sky in a panic-- if there was one place she'd be, it'd be in the sky(HOPEFULLY!!) Please be safe, please be safe...

"Spies! Spies!" yelled Ganyma. He was frightened. For himself, for them. The royalists had came suddenly -- and in droves. He stepped over another wounded defender and helped him to the rebel transport.

"Spies, where are you?" It was a whisper to himself. He slogged through the sands now, past the construction area and near the fighting. Something whipped past him faster than he could see. His shoulder hurt. "What the...?"

Shrapnel from an explosion, demolishing the building. He clutched at his shoulder and grimaced. Where were they? He couldn't call them by name, but... "Red! Red Swan!!" Their radio handles. Of course. "You've got to get out of here!"

There -- the little redblood on the beach. She was running the opposite direction -- good. Teal blood dripped from Ganyma's fingers. He clutched the radio. "Stryke, Kursha. We're retreating from the docks... I'm hit, but not too bad. Ugh..." Ganyma grimaced and slipped the blood-covered radio back into his belt so that he could apply pressure to his shoulder. Fortunately it wasn't his primary arm.

The bleeding eventually stopped as Ganyma rested behind a supporting wall. He looked all around him: no more rebels, just military uniforms. Even kids. A loud tealblood stood above all of them and planted a flag. Was that the troll he squared off with before? There were <********> kids here. Anger began to simmer in Ganyma before a tweak of pain shot through him. Right. Arm.

He made his way to the ocean, keeping clear of royalist sights. He had to clean up a bit and make it back to the transport, and as luck would have it there was Vremea. Ganyma gasped quietly. "Y-yellow!" He stage-whispered and waved his good arm, trying to get her attention. A final BANG of a nearby explosion spurred him into the water. "Aw, crud, my boots," Ganyma mumbled, never minding the sharp, salty sting of his wound. They'd shrunk since the WACKY flood, and now he'd probably have to get a new pair. Maybe he'd lift a pair of combat boots from the supplies.

"Are you okay? Let's go down to the beach resort where it's safe..."

Hearing a small voice from afar, the yellowblood saw Odette approach her and tell her to find safety-- she would, b-but-- She needed to know if she would be alright! What was this... Oh nooo, she was leaving her! Curse her amazing spy skills! She wanted to tell her to check on Milieu, she might've been coming over! Vremea felt her heart sink a while after Odette left-- each time she tried getting out of the water, she would see a military troll nearby. This situation was horrible, no no no, she was too young to die, crap...!

"Y-yellow!" Vremea heard, turning her attention to the shore before her eyes widened. Was that...? "Teal Hulk!" She exclaimed in a quiet but audible voice, slowly swimming toward him. She nodded at him, runny makeup sliding down her cheeks as she wiped at her eyes furiously-- that was a close call. What if anyone of her team was caught?!?! She arrived at the shore, grabbing her shoes and staring at his injured arm, feeling concern for her savior seep into her. "I-I can heal you, b-but we need to d-do it somewhere s-s-safe," she stuttered, shivering from the cold wind that hit her after she slid out of the water, squeezing it out of her long hair-- "W-we need to h-h-hurry," She whispered, pushing her hair away from her face, expression filled with fear.

Tension ran high. It was starting. The fighting. The death. Everything that Milieu feared, that had been delayed by cautious action and preparation, was here. It came fast. It came hard. All they could do was hold on tight, wait for the dust to settle, and move.

Her eyes stung with tears and she sniffled hard, running through the ruined streets towards the new location. 1,6 - The Paleflush pleasure district. Most of the buildings were intact. Big surprise there. It left them good bones to work with, and a decent base was made in no time.

Group Progress:
Coordinates Unlocked: [1,6] [3,1] [4,4] [5,3] [5,4] [5,5] [6,4] [6,5]
Defenders on Standby: 0
Result of Action: Milieu built a base on [1,6]

Ganyma dried himself off at the base and heard some odd beeping. He shook his head to get the water out, put his fingers in his ears, and then walked around the camp to find the source. It appeared to be coming from a spare radio, so the tealblood picked up the device to check. He shook it up and down, to no avail. Finally, he spoke.

"Hello? Hello? Is someone there? This is, uh... Teal... Hulk? I think?"

Nothing. Ganyma looked at the radio. "Heeeello....? Hey Vremea, do you know what this beeping and booping is all abo--" Click! Ganyma had turned off the radio, and nothing more came from the speaker.

From afar, Vremea heard the tapping and blinked-- Was that...? It held a specific pattern and when it stopped, she had understood only some of it. Seeing Ganyma pick up the radio and talk to it, Vremea's blood pushed leapt-- she stood when he talked into the radio and soon after, Odette's voice slid in. She grabbed a spare radio, unwilling to snatch his out of his hands and moved it to her mouth, responding to her team-- "Red Swan and Teal Owl, this is Yellow Yak. My radio is waterclogged and does not work anymore, but I am just notifying you two that I am alright. Teal Owl, could you give me your coordinates so I can tell Red Swan where you are? I am currently with team Just Vigilance, Teal Hulk saved me." A smile spread across her face, but she immediately went to normal. "You both need to stick together. I will reunite with you two after I recover."

Hearing the tapping, breathing a sigh of relief after seeing she was in fact ok and that wasn't static-- Vremea managed to decipher what she tapped. "Red Swan, Teal Owl is, as she puts it, 'hunkered down' at the Paleflush Pleasure Section. Please make your way over there and watch out for any royalists..." She let out a small exhale, then wiped a tear from her face, feeling extremely relieved that they were both alright. "I will be back soon, I am just a little shaken up. Take care of each other, and if one of you two could radio in when you are united, I will be greatly relieved."