The battle was over... But not without repercussions. This room was much smaller then Donny realized. He knew his mine had an effective blast radius of 5 meters, but he didn't think that this room had so much shrapnel. He looked behind himself and noticed a few of the turian diplomats had been hit with the splash. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't find it within himself to justify his actions. When the turian walked up to him Donny knew what he was going (Or wanted) to do. He wasn't going to stop him. But it never came. Something worse happened.

There was an announcement over the intercoms. A video was displayed on the holoscreens in the room. There Donny saw the Asari, and some prisoners. He saw Alexander, Brendan, and Harriette. [b]"No... God please... Not them... Not this..."[/b] Anger and sorrow built up inside Donny as he watched and heard the scene unfold. He saw as the enemy gunned down his fellow soldiers and everyone else. Donny's hands balled into a fist, and in a rage he punched a nearby wall with his biotic power, creating a sizable breach. [b]"THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!"[/b] 

Donny was trying to understand was was going on, but with little anvil. He could only make guesses and generalizations. The entire situation reeked of a false flag operation, and this display only hammered it in. For the diplomats to "Suddenly" be called in for an early meeting, only to be "Suddenly" attacked by unknown assailants, who are then "Suddenly" stopped by increasingly unknown saviors. And worse still, those saviors killed the diplomats and Donny's fellow soldiers. This just made more enemies for Donny and the others to contend with. He hoped that maybe the civvies on this ship weren't so foolish as to actually believe any of this, but at the same time Donny isn't even sure how the communications are panning out. He received no word from Alexander prior to his capture, nor one from Aman or Rosemary. Seraph has been unnervingly quiet, so immediately Donny called her.

[b]"Feathers this is Dong, do you read me? Did you see that display? Over."[/b]

A chilling minute passed before Donny heard a voice. "Affirmative. We... We saw that... Briar and Scope told us that Steak stayed behind when they were ambushed. Grease and Clockwork... They were captured when they went to override the lockdown on the hanger area. Donny, what is your status?"

It was one of those moments were Donny felt like minutes were taking hours. He was dizzy. He was angry. He wanted to cry. He wanted to hide. He wanted to kill everyone in this room. But right now he needed to talk. [b]"Honestly, I don't know. I... I just want to go home... Feathers, I don't know what your position is but stay put and stay out of sight. I'm going to try to bring some back up over as quickly as possible. We can't stay on this ship. We... I'm coming. Over and out."[/b] Donny maintained radio silence and looked at the others. He suddenly didn't trust them anymore. He was the sole human amongst aliens, aliens who wanted to kill him. Why would they want to do that? What is their purpose? What do they hope to achieve? He thought he was coming to to help mend relationships with the counsel species, not go to war with them. 

Donny was shaken, and barely operating mentally. There was so much going on in his head, and only one thing he knew to drive him forward. [b]"I need to go. Now. My team is down three soldiers and now we have an idea of what we're up against. Whoever they are, they have control over the ship, and assuming they aren't lying, the space around the station as well. I... I don't know what else there is for us to do. You see what they do to prisoners. I know a lot of you don't like me. You likely think I'm a fool, that I might end up killing you through my actions, and I'd agree with you. So... Do whatever you want now. Go find your own escape, try to come with me... Whatever."[/b] 

Donny didn't even stop to break down the enemy equipment. He simply made sure all his weapons were ready before he walked towards the docking bay. His helmet hide his thousand yard stare. He moved slowly, carefully, but had his weapon ready, finger hovering right outside the trigger guard. But he was also ready to of a charge at the first threat he'd see. At this point, he didn't care about collateral anymore. They were all as good as dead if they can't make it off the station. And he'd rather die fighting, then to be captured, tortured, and the executed for reasons unknown.