Keira Priest
The Iron
A smart comment would have been on her lips, had Keira not been preoccupied with saving innocent lives. As it was she immediately thrust her arms forward, palms out, overextending her ability in order to stop the five from meeting their inevitable death. With shaking hands she raised them back up and onto solid ground, nearly collapsing once she released her telekinetic hold. Her gait was altogether unsteady as she stumbled to the huddled group, some petrified with fear while others sobbed in both terror and relief. In a hushed voice she assured them that they were safe with her, discreetly palming the vial of anti-venom and injecting it into her system via one of the gaps between the armored plate, effectively beginning the purging of the toxin from her system.
Reaching up with both hands she pulled her helmet off, shaking out her hair and flashing a smile. "Listen, I'm going to get you guys out of here and back to safety. I've got a ship on standby that'll be here in no time, and all this will be left behind." Activating her commlink she requested a pickup, all the while knowing that these five would never truly be able to shed the entirety of this ordeal. If they had been subjected to even half of the normal treatment [member="Dredge"] afforded his prisoners, any and all trauma would no doubt continue to haunt them for the duration of their lives. But she would do her best to be certain everything worked out. Within a few minutes the small dropship touched down, and she helped each of them into a seat, soon after boarding herself, calling to the pilot, "Vod, let's go home."
[member="Thid Qaal"], [member="Spirit of Kezeroth"]
Reaching up with both hands she pulled her helmet off, shaking out her hair and flashing a smile. "Listen, I'm going to get you guys out of here and back to safety. I've got a ship on standby that'll be here in no time, and all this will be left behind." Activating her commlink she requested a pickup, all the while knowing that these five would never truly be able to shed the entirety of this ordeal. If they had been subjected to even half of the normal treatment [member="Dredge"] afforded his prisoners, any and all trauma would no doubt continue to haunt them for the duration of their lives. But she would do her best to be certain everything worked out. Within a few minutes the small dropship touched down, and she helped each of them into a seat, soon after boarding herself, calling to the pilot, "Vod, let's go home."
[member="Thid Qaal"], [member="Spirit of Kezeroth"]