[center][h1][color=ac00e6]Khaliya, The Swordwind[/color][/h1]
[b][u]December 3rd, 2286
Fleetwood Subway Station[/u][/b]
[@Polaris North][/center]

Readouts scrawled across the right-hand side of the display, the dim purple tint showing all the important bits of information necessary for continued survival. A soft click engaged the seal of her helmet and the suit at the bottom right lit in green to show a hard seal. Khaliya flexed the fingers of each gauntlet for a moment as she stood in front of the group, testing their responsiveness and quietly going over a full-systems check in her head. Radiation was in the green for now, tolerable but at the upper limits. Armor showed minimal damage, only a few places at less than full integrity. That was expected as getting to New York had not been as uneventful as she would have liked. Still, everything looked good to go, and with her pistols mag-locked to the waist of her power armor, her sword at her hip and the spear holstered next to the pack on her back, there was only the group to be concerned with.

They moved out to something close to what she asked for, though whether it was because she had given the order or they thought it the best idea she couldn't tell, not now at least. [i][color=ac00e6]At least they know how to carry themselves well enough, even the non-combatants.[/color][/i] It was more ideal than any squad-leader could have asked for considering the circumstances, and she wasn't complaining in the least. Not that any of them would consider her squad-leader. Jeremiah took up position behind the group with his laser rifle, to all of them appearing much the same as he did when the two of them first entered the subway, but she knew better. His footing was stiff and even with the helmet on she could tell he was looking past her, not at her. That troubled her, not his disdain for possible enemies in the group but that he seemed concerned regarding her.

Khaliya filed it away, resolving to speak to him later when they made camp inside the city at the first checkpoint. For now, they needed to move while there would still be daylight above ground. She accessed the radio inside her helmet, searching nearby open channels and found the one she was looking for, speaking softly to the entire group.

[color=ac00e6]"Khaliya to group, we're moving out. As I'm sure you've noticed since I'm speaking to all of you directly, your suits have a built-in short-band radio. Should be able to find the controls at the neck of your helmets, but for the sake of easy communication I would recommend leaving it on open channel."[/color]

Without another word she moved forward, the headlamp for her armor lighting up the tunnel before them and showing the ruined subway. Here the paint had crumbled from the concrete walls exposing the cracked grey surface underneath, but it held steady despite two-hundred years of neglect and the multiple impacts of the Great War. It was something she was thankful for, not just that it afforded them a safer passage into the Necropolis, but that provided a more direct route to their objective. Marvin had the map given to them with the suits, so she spoke to him first, half-turning in her stride.

[color=ac00e6]"The subway stations should be marked on the map, which one gets us as close to the Consulate as possible? Avoiding the surface for as long as possible would be ideal, as that means having to deal with what's up there less than we have to."[/color]