[center][h1][color=ac00e6]Khaliya, The Swordwind[/color][/h1]
[b][u]December 3rd, 2286
New York City Metro - Blue Line[/u][/b]
Interacting with - [@Dread][@Searat][@AnneLynch][/center]

The railcar shook in their hurry to distance themselves from the creature on the other side of the collapse, dust falling from the ceiling and coating the floor as they passed. It stood there watching, eyeless sockets focused on Emil before he was taken around the bend by Devon and both were lost to "sight". That was the last either of them saw of it, and the moment they fell from the carriage and onto the ground Khaliya had her sword out and at the ready. Jeremiah followed suit as well, both paladins had their weapons ready before the danger was even mentioned.

[color=ac00e6]"Firing positions!"[/color] The command came clear and concise over the shared channel, Khaliya at the front of the group and ready for a first contact that never came. A long moment passed, silence dominating the tunnel as all they heard was the subtle creak and groan of the concrete above them and their own breathing. She stood guard for as long as she felt the danger still possible, until finally she stood down, though her sword was still in her grip. There was no doubt in her mind that the two of them had encountered [i]something[/i] on the other side, and part of her felt foolish for even suggesting the venture in the first place.

For now though, they had but one direction to move in, and they needed to do so in a hurry. Devon and Emil were shaken up, but the group couldn't afford to rest. [color=ac00e6]"You."[/color] A power-armored finger pointed at Emil, his account most concise in the brief interlude after their exit from the subway train. "[color=ac00e6]Now that it's not after you two anymore, we'll need a more concise description of it. Any distinguishing features of the armor or creature that could be relevant in case we [i]have[/i] to face it later?"[/color] She was all business now, her mind working to get things in order and help the group focus. If they dwelled too long on the mere fear of their first encounter, then the expedition was doomed from the start. What they needed was not to be afraid of it, but to determine how to kill it.

Her attention was swiftly turned to Devon next, seeing her state mirroring Emil's and proving without a doubt that despite a couple murmurs from others, that the threat was very real. [color=ac00e6]"Medics, check for tears and possible exposure. Evaluate their condition and let's be ready to get the [i]hell[/i] out of here as fast as possible. I don't think any of us wants to linger here and find out if whatever they found is interested in following."[/color] A slight pause, her gaze wandering over Devon's suit and finding a distinct lack of gun. [color=ac00e6]"And someone please give her a gun or something."[/color]