[center][h1][color=lightsteelblue]P E R C Y[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]
[b][center]Personal Quarters, New Anchorage CC
[color=gray][[ Around 0200 Hours (2:00 AM) ]][/color] 
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Percy jerked awake at the first sound of the attack, and his immediate reaction was to get up to check on the girl sleeping in the bed further from the door. Thankfully - maybe not thankfully - he didn’t need to, since she had already jumped onto the couch Percy was sitting in. The girl’s arms wrapped around her father tightly, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke,

[color=ffe1ff]“I can’t do this [I]again[/I].”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“I know,” [/color]Percy replied quickly, a touch louder than he intended - his heart was pounding in his head and he was trying to get out of the sleep hangover he was under so maybe he’d be able to think of something. He stood up, picking her up as he did so, glancing at the door - he could hear loud footsteps going past his room, more than likely going further into the facility, and a slower set walking up to his room. They sounded very close and he maybe only had a couple seconds to think.

He set Ana down on the floor and quickly ushered her to the closet, sliding the door open.

[color=ffe1ff]“Dad, I can’t. I [i]can’t—[/i]”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“—Yes, you can. Please, Ana, please trust me,”[/color]

Ana instead whimpered and turned to look at her father - her eyes were tearful and the shaking she was doing was suddenly a bit more obvious to him. It hurt for him to see this but this was the only thing he could think of doing in this moment. Sure, he could dash to the armory and come back, but then Ana is vulnerable here if whoever the hell is invading the building unless she tags along, but then she’d be about the same, just [i]moving[/i] too.

[color=ffe1ff]“I really can’t. Dad, please—”[/color]

The loud pounding of three lightning fast knock came on the metal door separating the corridor and Percy’s private quarters. Someone had arrived at the other side of the door— perhaps [i]they[/i] had [i]found[/i] him?! 

Percy couldn’t help the sudden anger that overcame him - maybe it was fear, maybe it was genuine anger, it was hard to say in that moment. He grabbed at her shoulder and tried to guide her into the tight closet as she tried just as hard to fight against him, [color=lightsteelblue]“Ana, we [i]have to[/i] or we’re both [i]fucked,[/i] alr-”[/color]

[b][color=E55451]“Percy! You better not be sleeping!”[/color][/b] The voice of Rebecca Marek cut through the unnerving silence as a sigh of relief exited Percy’s lips. He eased his grip on Ana and went to the door before doubling back to the table that held his datatool, turning it on and habitually going to open the door before realizing the door was powered by the facility. The facility has no power. He actually allowed himself to [i]laugh[/i], if softly.

[color=E55451]“Percy? I can [i]hear[/i] you. The hell are you laughing at?”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Nothing, n- I’m letting you in.”[/color] Percy continued to the door, then got to manually opening the door - grating off, pull and twist the lever, pull the door open - [color=lightsteelblue]“Hiya. Uh.. So, i-is this a [i]drill[/i] or is something actually going on?”[/color]

[color=E55451]“No, this isn't a drill—”[/color] Rebecca walked through the doorway into Percy’s room. [color=E55451]“—here’s the problem. We’ve been compromised and anyone who was awake already is trying to formulate a plan. The tricky part with that however is the communications line is down and the back-up generators aren’t powering on. We’re completely dark.”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“So there’s [i]really[/i] real people here [i]really[/i] wanting to kill us? That’s great,”[/color] Percy couldn’t keep the sarcasm in his own head - it was the only way he could keep away from absolute [i]panic[/i]. He felt Ana’s arms trying to cling to him again, so he moved his arm so she could better hold onto him. Percy rested his hand on her head before speaking, sarcasm lessened as the severity of the situation really sunk in, [color=lightsteelblue]“Do you have any ideas?”[/color]

[color=E55451]“Well they certainly aren’t here to be guests at our wedding,”[/color] she quipped back as she looked around his room, noticing the situation. [color=E55451]“We don’t have a lot of time to figure things out, so get your gear and follow me. We’re going to migrate Ana to Graham’s quarters. It’s the safest place right now considering we have enemies with assault rifles coming at us. They probably have augments, too. We’ve already taken casualties, though I can’t confirm who without comms.”[/color]

Percy looked down to Ana, who had a less than happy expression on her face. Fear with a touch of anger, to be more precise. [color=ffe1ff]“I’m not staying with Graham,”[/color] she mumbled.

[color=lightsteelblue]“Ana—”[/color]

[color=ffe1ff]“[i]No.[/i]”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Hon—”[/color]

[color=E55451]“—Ana. Please? I need your help to keep your dad safe, so is it possible you can deal with being in the same room with the commander for just a little while?”[/color]

[color=ffe1ff]“But he’s—”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“I know, but sometimes you have t— [i]Dammit[/i], Ana; I can’t give you a life lesson in the middle of this right now, okay? Please, just do this. For me?”[/color]

[color=ffe1ff]“What if you don’t come back?”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“I will.”[/color]

Rebecca looked at Percy as he talked it over with Ana as best as he could, her eyes indicating some sense of tension… maybe fear. She was trying to telegraph how [i]bad[/i] it was and how [i]fast[/i] they had to get Ana packed in Graham’s quarters — somehow, though he wasn’t sure how, he understood. 

At that, Percy simply picked up the smaller girl; she protested with a “No!” but Percy didn’t heed it. It was either she be with someone [i]neither[/i] of them exactly liked, but be [i]safe[/i], or she stays with the two of them and ends up with a [i]bullet in her head[/i]. That was enough motivation for him to walk out of the room… then wait for Rebecca to lead the way, because despite being there for ages, who belongs to which room get so muddled up in his head.

[color=E55451]“It’s this way.”[/color] Rebecca said, her augments making her eyes shine in a bright neon green in the total darkness as she held out her handgun firmly as she moved forward in the corridor that led down the run of several personal quarters for the administration of the base.

[color=lightsteelblue]“You’d [i]think[/i] I would’ve noticed that your eyes do that,”[/color] Percy mumbled, unable to keep himself from grinning a little.

[color=ffe1ff]“Daadd...”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Sorry, sorry.”[/color]

[color=E55451]“First the boobs, now the eyes. You’re a charmer, Percy Moore. I bet if it wasn’t as dark as it is, you’d be looking at my—”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“There is a [i]child[/i] present, Becca.”[/color]

[color=E55451]“Pretty sure that same child is the one that unearthed your ‘magazines’.”[/color] 

Rebecca was never short for teasing him, and it drove him [i]insane[/i]. How was he supposed to think straight with a woman like [i]this[/i] around? One that put him through literal hell to prepare him for Graham’s little test. Then again, he did [i]pass[/i]. As he grumbled, that’s when the reality of what Rebecca had actually said [i]clicked[/i]. If his neck could turn backwards he would’ve been looking right at his daughter.

[color=lightsteelblue]“Did you find them [i]again?[/i] You little [i]turd[/i], how do you keep finding ‘em?”[/color]

[color=ffe1ff]“You keep putting them under the bed… It’s not [i]hard.[/i]”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“We’ll.. We’re talking about this later, alright? You can’t keep doing that.”[/color]

[color=E55451]“Who even buys [i]paperback[/i] in this century, anyway?”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Can we [i]not[/i] be talking about this right now?”[/color] Percy’s face was positively [i]red[/i] at this point and only Reb could see it.

[b][color=989898]“Commander Marek?!”[/color][/b] 

The voice shot out in the darkness, but Percy could barely make out a person-sized shape in the darkness. But the voice sounded familiar — like he had heard it before. Wait, the guy who took their attendance on the day Graham unveiled his test; what was his name again? Jon Inane? Ignot? [i]Ignan.[/i] That was it. At least it was a friendly voice… sort of. Just like Graham and a bunch of the other ‘command’ types, Percy always got the feeling that the guy was a giant asshat.

[b][color=E55451]“Ignan, I’ve got friendlies!”[/color][/b]

[color=lightsteelblue]“And a kid,”[/color] Percy added, more than likely overpowered by Ignan’s voice.

[b][color=989898]“Approach!”[/color][/b] 

Rebecca nodded as she led the two behind her past Ignan and into the personal quarters that had been designated as the secure zone— she had envied Graham’s living space since she had gotten hired on with the rest of the big names, but the man didn’t really use much of it and that much would’ve been clear had the furniture not been propped up as a temporary cover. The room itself was well lit due to the deployment of several flares and the light exhibited from each individual soldier that had actually been on duty in this section of the base at the time; but there was as many people like Rebecca in the equivalent of their civvies with nothing more than a handgun or rifle on their person to indicate their position. 

Rebecca moved forward as Commander Graham was apparent while he talked with Ingram Kalfox about the situation in the equivalent of the quarters “living space”. There were plenty others, too; women, men, children. Rebecca hadn’t been lying when she said it had been designated as a secure zone. It didn’t take long for Graham to pause his conversation with the notice of Percy and his little ‘family’.

[color=olive]“Moore. Marek. I’m glad you’re not dead.”[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]“Likewise.”[/color]