[hider=Mable]"-the assistant director of payroll in Dumas." Blah blah blah would Gajoon ever realize that he was just rambling incoherently? Didn't he realize there was something so much more interesting at the door? Mable reached out and opened it, revealing...

A Githkin. The mass produced cloned soldiers of Galatec and the corporation's most loyal. The githkin simply stood there, not moving, not saying anything. It did not make demands, it did not menace, it did not even look at her. It simply... Stood in place. And that's when Mable noticed the creature was holding something. A small book and a pen. [/hider]

[hider=Ruth and Drax]The android's new directive was easily completed. Jo'ones, while a tenacious one, was using all his strength just to stay alive. Such was the power of Galatec's greatest robotic soldier. 

The foreman could barely move as Drax transported him back to the control room. Once he returned, Drax could see that Ruth was hard at work (or rather, had the control room operatives hard at work) observing a Galatec operative in her room. 

Just then the door opened up, revealing two githkin. One was your standard run of the mill, serial number 27-B. The second however was an elite githkin. It wore a sash across its chest and had a scar on its face. Serial number XJ-47. 

"Madame Ruthalia," it spoke through a mouthless face. "We have a report for you as requested. Two humans disappeared in front of our eyes in a flash of light. Name designations Oliver Johnson and Tommy Reese."[/hider]

[hider=Michael]The young woman took the pistol back from Michael. She demonstrated its use and explained to him, quickly. They didn't have time to deal with all the details after all, but she showed him the safety, the trigger, and the reload mechanism. 

"It's got twelve shots, and I've only got one reload magazine for you," she commented, handing back the gun plus some extra bullets. "So make. Them. Count. Don't shoot unless you have to, Mike."

She eyed his mining equipment, the message pretty clear. "Now let's go kick alien butt!" She cried out. The surrounding men and women cheered. The first wave, including Michael, shoved their way onto the freight elevator. Slowly they began the climb upward. Truly there would be no turning back now. [/hider]