The morphing sequences had been completed, leaving Samara a little more relieved than before. It was a bad time to back away now, but their hesitation was almost nonexistent. They were as ready as they were going to be. Samara offered a brief nod of appreciation to Clementine as thanks for her willingness to give Michael the message. Finally, the four had raced to the opened tunnel to come to Michael’s aid, leaving John and herself alone. As she turned to him now, his shaking did not come as a surprise. In fact, it was mutual. Samara was just as nervous as he was, but was just barely managing to keep it together better than her counterpart.

[color=fdc68a][b]“Well we knew power might be an issue, but we couldn’t have guessed that we’d need to use it again so soon. All our chips were on them seeing the light in our struggle.”[/b][/color] Samara confessed. She had factored in, with confidence, that getting at least five people there would be something their system was easily capable of handling. The problem was that they did not factor the possibility of a rebel attack, and how fast they’d need to get this new team into an important position as soon as possible. It was beginning to be a bad day. 

As John had chosen to pace in thought, Samara turned on her heel and hustled back to her computer. Her mind raced with what limited ideas she could consider at a time like this. Drawing power from within the sensors might give them a boost, but the ability to traverse through the layers of rock with its radar was too valuable. With that system they could track the group even without the cameras aid, and they needed to know where the team would be at all times. Not to mention that was the direct means of locking them on for transportation. No good in removing the sensors to transport what they couldn’t easily target without them. Bad idea. It was [i]really[/i], [i]really[/i] beginning to be a bad day.

She turned around once John mentioned a plan in mind, one that he did not enjoy and one that he guessed she wouldn’t either. Samara had an imagination, and in that imagination were horrible things John could suggest they do. Without dwelling on the possibilities, she'd steel herself for what was going to be true, and necessary to help the others.[color=fdc68a][b] “I didn’t like the way Jonah spoke to us. I didn’t like how we couldn’t get a stronger power source, or a faster processing unit for the RDS. I don’t like a lot of things John, but we’ve done what we could. There’s no way to account for every possibility, or every threat.”[/b] [/color]she admitted, crossing her arms.[color=fdc68a][b] “So if we put them in the fire on our behalf, we need to be prepared to do whatever we can to help them, even if that means joining them in the fire.” [/b][/color]

Samara glanced to the open tunnel, wanting to take a guess before John came out with it.[color=fdc68a][b] “What, we get some Oranium and use it as a power source while Galatec’s hands are full? Or is our job not nearly that easy?”[/b][/color]