[center][h1][color=ac00e6]Khaliya, The Swordwind[/color][/h1]
[b][u]December 3rd, 2286 - 16:30
Fleetwood Subway Station[/u][/b][/center]

Such a minor difference it seemed to be walking among what the Brotherhood would have called amateurs, the soft chatter over the radio provided a slight distraction from her thoughts of the journey ahead. Up ahead of them and staying on point, she let it be a reminder of those she was leading into a literal hell, and that she would need to protect over the course of their mission. It wasn't a bad distraction in that respect, and a smile came to her as she listened in on the difficulties involved by some who were not quite used to such things.

[color=ac00e6]"The suits are mostly intact and pre-war from the looks of things, though not built for comfort."[/color] Khaliya called back, not even glancing behind her to one of the medics who was having a tougher time than most with her suit. [color=ac00e6]"When we make camp I'll see if mine might fit you a little better. Since we're about the same height and all."[/color]

A little bit of help would go a long way she figured, and might dispel some of the hard feelings more than a few in the group had towards her and Jeremiah. Of him there was precious little, but she knew he was in the back and keeping watch, which was all she needed for now. First and foremost was figuring out where to go, and how long they needed to take the subway tunnels. Luckily Marvin was on point there and provided the map, showing her the marked areas on the island and immediately she had an intended route.

[color=ac00e6]"Looks like about a mile or so until the first station exit, and another two miles to the more ideal station."[/color] At a decent pace they could make it within the hour, but there was no predicting the dangers above or below, especially once they passed the demarcation line that was the wall. More than that, again was the point of most of the group being in hazmat suits, and those were not conducive to extended physical exertion in the slightest. She had concerns to begin with over how they would hold up if the group needed to move in a hurry, but that was what a healthy supply of rad-x, rad-away and patch kits were for.

Behind the metal faceplate of her armor her expression was unknowable to the ghoul pathfinder, but she furrowed her brow deep in thought, taking the map for a moment to study it. [color=ac00e6]"We should actually be coming up on…"[/color]

Khaliya went silent as a mechanical hum was just barely within their range of hearing, a sound that was distinct from her power armor's soft whine and hiss of hydraulics. This one was more distinctly mechanical, akin to gears shifting and grinding against each other in the distance, but also as if being heard underwater. The more she focused on the sound, the more disorientating it became, as if it was something that wasn't supposed to be heard. A wrongness about it set her teeth on edge, and she had to quickly adjust the filters on her armor to screen it out.

[color=ac00e6]"It's the wall. The barrier that keeps everything in the Necropolis."[/color] She said at last, handing the map back to Marvin as she began moving again, unaware that she had stopped dead in her tracks for a good moment. [color=ac00e6]"Let's get past it as fast as we can and get to the station, it would be best not to dwell beneath it."[/color]

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