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Rhiannon Chandra rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 2:01 pm
Cetalese
"No!" Cetalese's outburst was short lived, as, only a step toward returning to help D'lin, N'mol grabbed her arm. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She'd do him no good if she were captured, too. Beyond that, if she stayed and was caught, D'lin would not appreciate it.
This logic driving her, Cetalese followed on N'mol's heels, but she fell behind as other fleeing riders got between them and she was forced to the back of the pack. The quickly gaining footsteps did not help the knot of panic that was growing in her chest.
In spite of the warning, she uttered a startled scream as she was brought down. N'mol turned back to see what had happened and hesitated as if torn between saving her and continuing on with their rapidly shrinking group of would-be infiltrators. Cetalese shook her head violently at him, unable to utter words that would seal her fate as a captive, and then turned all of her attention to kicking at the woman who had taken her legs out from under her. She wouldn't win, not against so many, but she wasn't about to lie down and passively let them drag her to a cell or her death either. The thought washed Ceta in cold fear.
Faranth. They wouldn't. They wouldn't murder them in cold blood. Faranth, they wouldn't.
CETALESEMINE! Ceta could feel Halith's panic and anger spike and was sure that she was causing a great deal of outrage among the Revolutionaries outside as she tried to make her way to her rider, in spite of the impossibility of entering the Weyr.
No! Stay with Plexith! He needs you. I will be fine with D'lin. Go with Plexith, Halith, and don't you dare come back here until the Weyrwomen have a plan! Cetalese twisted her body and lashed out with her fists as well. Leave! Leave!
The last words were filled with all the demand she could place behind them, and she heard Halith's distant roar of agony as the Green obeyed. Cetalese fought with renewed fervor. Halith didn't have to like it; she just had to be safe.
It was the last thought she had before the woman struggling with her slammed something hard and heavy into the side of her head.
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Rhiannon Chandra rolled 1 100-sided dice:
81
Total: 81 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 2:14 pm
Jordan
The flight was sudden and, like much of the rest of this mission, messy.
In the onslaught of fleeing Weyrfolk, Felix was down before Jordan even knew to stop running. He glanced back once before he rounded the corner to see his friend fighting against his attackers. Jordan spat out a curse, but his first responsibility was to his own skin and so he didn't slow his pace, keeping up with the Benden Wingleader and a girl close to his own age.
As he fled, his thoughts swirled with the speed brought on by panic and with almost as much clarity. Felix. What would they do with their captives? Jordan shook his head and glanced back, trying not to let himself run into one of his companions. With any luck, some of Felix's friends had stayed with the Revolution and would keep him safe. He was from here; they would do that for him, right?
Jordan's stomach churned sickly without him knowing why. He blamed it on the adrenaline of escape.
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Rhiannon Chandra rolled 1 100-sided dice:
51
Total: 51 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 2:23 pm
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