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[color=red][h1][center]Christopher Francis[/center][/h1][/color]

Everything happened so fast. Chris barely had time to armor his body when the building toppled over. The impact made him a bit disoriented,  buried under debris he didn't even notice there was anyone near him until he felt Brent move him aside. The movement jolted some of his perception. 
He was a bit surprised, and thankful, that Brent's voice came on the cuff. Not that he particularly liked Brent, but that meant that there were survivors nonetheless. Hopefully the whole crew was able to survive, and while he didn't want to admit it, most of his thoughts were on what was Siena's fate. 

[color=red]"Y-yeah I'm fine."[/color] The arbiter spoke lightly, knowing Brent was near him.
[color=red] "Cuff Transmit."[/color]
There was a pause as he was still trying to get some of his bearings. 
[color=red]"This is Chris, Don't bother digging me out I can take care of myself, focus on anyone else that needs it. I'm going to start transforming now so if there is anyone near me you have about three minutes to clear away."[/color]

If things weren't so hectic right now he would have waited to make sure there was space for him to transfer as to not risk others, but shit was going down now and he couldn't afford to waste time with his transformation. Helping survivors wasn't his specialty, he needed to go on the offense as soon as possible. According to Brent's screaming Christmas was already down, hopefully he isn't dead. More over, the others could take care of themselves well enough, Brent seemed to be taking the role to restore order and get everyone else that needed help. He remained confident that Brent and whoever else that were still OK could take care of that.

Even though he felt his body crushed under all the objects that covered him, Chris began his transformation. His hardened scales over his body cracked and fell apart like glass as the skin beneath began to sag and blacken into tar. It took a great deal of willpower not to scream through the pain and otherwise odd body experience. He felt his crushed body weaken as he began to pool over the floorboards.