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"That's Ferra, all right," Sara drawls, looking down at the ruin of the AA batteries. She's leaning up against a doorjamb, ignoring the polite chirp of [i]please keep arms and legs inside the institute during flight operations[/i], looking down at the chaos: the madness of Vicki, the arrival of the Knights, the rocket moments away from launch. "Let's get the band back together."

She takes a deep breath, grins, and switches the stream on. A snap of her fingers, and then the institute's speakers start blaring "Toxic," because any fight scene worth its salt needs the backdrop. Then she turns and lets herself fall back out the doors, and plummets, even as the drones scream into the sky. She's cool. There's a whole [i]plan[/i], you know? And she's got her role in it, same as everybody else.

Spears blossom around her, and she grins. Let's get to work.

[Unfortunately for her, that's a cool [b]6[/b] on her Assess.]