[b][center]The Tower Of Altenia[/center][/b]

	Tristan just narrowed his eyes towards Srath and spat in his face. As Ailen connected with his jaw he groaned and yelped as he went tumbling down the stairs. Landing against the wall hard, blood coming from his lips. As Ailen picked him up he was actually grateful for the collar right then, it would keep him from being choked at that moment. “You’re dead and you don’t even know it yet,” he hissed as blood sprayed from his mouth. “You,” he said looking at Ailen. “And you” he said as he looked over towards Srath. “And that bitch you say the tower loves so dearly,” he growled. “You have no idea what hell is going to be unleashed on this planet and when it does happen what I put you through will feel like a fucking picnic.”

	“Me getting transferred off this hell of a rock is the best present I could think of, in the end I will still draw breath. I just hope they all die before you so you have to watch it,” he said laughing somewhat as Ailen gripped his arm. He looked like he had gone insane, he should have been screaming in pain at this point, most would have begged for mercy but not Tristan. Each blow he took, each stair that hit him seemed to push him further and further into this cruel and maddening expression, almost like he was enjoying the entire process. “So shut the hell up and put me on the ship. I cannot wait to watch your demise.”

	Craig watched the event as it unfolded like so many others in the Tower, some were cheering Ailen on, others just looked on in horror not knowing what to think of the situation.  Almost all could understand Ailens wrath towards Tristan but some wondered if it what was transpiring was just lowering Ailen to Tristans level. A select few seemed angered by the events but they kept quiet or turned off their monitors. Some became fearful as they heard Tristan speak, that they were all dead. What was he talking about? Would the GTC attack the Tower because of what Tristan was going through? T1 were rare to come by and one that could run a Tower were even rarer. They were not a common find, it just could seem that way in a Tower but even in Towers there were only one T1 per tower that could do the job. Altenia was rare to have a three on the planet and even though there were three, only 2 could even pull off what was needed to run a tower and neither of those two were from Altenia itself. Where they truly as doomed as Tristan claimed? Some were beginning to wonder.


[b][center]The Mines of Altenia[/center][/b]

	Silvia lay there catching her breath and caught the bottle of water, taking a long drink as she forced herself to sit up and look around. “Thanks,” she said as she began to clean herself up once the blood had stopped flowing. She was tired of the blood, it was not something that happened to other T1, a T1 to bleed from using their talents was unheard of and yet she continued to bleed. Maybe it was just because she was attempting things other T1’s would never attempt, perhaps it was something more but no matter the circumstance it wouldn’t have been something that Karras would have known about. T1’s never spoke about injury, so even those that were talents would have brushed it off. Unless you ran a Tower it wouldn’t have raised a red flag and even if you were you kept it to yourself.

“Being optimistic,” she said as she stood up and dusted herself off. “I have to close it, if the GTC were to find this room the Resistances cover would be blown, I have to trust you not to speak of this to anyone, especially to your people. You cannot mention what the GTC is up to, if you do your people will die and there will be nothing I can do to protect them. You have a rat in your village, you have to be careful, at least for not,” she said as she grabbed a rag and finished cleaning herself up.  

“Karras, if I never ask you another thing, please keep this between you and me until it is safer,” she asked him as she stepped close to him and placed a gentle touch to his arm. “For your peoples sake this is a burden you have to carry alone for now.” Silvia sighed deeply at his words, he sounds like Ailen was speaking for him with all the negativity. “You stop that right fucking now Karras! Your people might be behind the times but they have survived longer than any other race out there that has no Talents. Your people are strong, look how quickly your leg….” She began and suddenly stopped as a thought crossed her mind. Looking down to where she had healed him she remembered how quickly the wound had closed, it was healing on its own at a much higher rate than any she had seen before without the aid of an empath.

“You are going to think I am nut but I need a vial of blood from you, a sample,” she said as she looked over to him quickly and stepped closer. “I don’t know what I am going on about but I have a feeling, something pulling at my gut that tells me I need some of your blood to check out a few things,” she said before looking up at the hole and sighing. “Okay, we have got to get the hell out of here and seal this up before the rescue crew gets here,” she said quickly changing the subject.

“Okay, wrap an arm around me and hold on,” she said as she looked back up to him. “I can’t send us up one at a time after all that, you’re just going to have to deal with holding onto me until we are out,” she added as she waited.

[b][center] The Tower Of Earth[/center][/b]

	The mood at the Earth Tower had been rather solemn since Silvia had transferred out and Crisin had become more irritable than normal, which surprised many. The woman was an unforgiving pain as it was to work for but now she was just making many people miserable. It didn’t help that Marx had been transferred out either, even if it was only supposed to be for a short time. Thankfully though Crisin was not cruel like Tristan, she was just a hard ass and older than the rest in the Tower. The personnel figured that as timed passed she would just return to her old self and some even joked that they never thought that they would look forward to a day when Crisin just acted like Crisin. 

	Up in the Mor of the Earth Tower Crisin perked a brow as she felt something off, slowly leaning up in her seat as a look of mild distress fell over her features. “Security, bring up cameras 39-g and 43-F on the main screen,” she ordered quickly. “Shit,” she muttered as she watched a gas main explode in the 8th district: a district responsible for providing  alternative energy and fuel for the planet when the crystal resonators broke down. It was not a kind area to live, filled with hard people that did not like the Tower poking around but this was one of those events that could not be over looked. 

	“Emergency Ops, we have a blown gas main in district 8. We need it contained and the injured tended to quickly. Sam and Sarah, get the crew together and head out. Grab some from engineering to cut the main so it doesn’t spread to the other districts,” Crisin ordered quickly, sending a general announcement through the Tower itself. They would need to make sure their crew was together as well as some security and engineering and make their way quickly to the 8th District that was 10 miles to the south of the tower. There the gas main would need to be cut, the fires doused and the injured taken care of before repairs could even begin.