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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 06 [0915 hrs.] Close Encounters of the Savi Kind
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A bolt of pure liquid nitrogen lanced through Natalie's chest, coiling into a frozen ball beneath her ribs as she threw the Savi she had engaged into the room, slamming it up against one of the sleek 'beds' that the trio had awoken upon into their naked captivity. She prayed that the Ensign was wrong, that she had misheard, or simply that the redhead was over worrying about a Savi that had not yet succumb to whatever was plaguing these creatures. The one she herself grabbed seemed suitably disoriented, to the point that Natalie found herself flowing through the motions of a combat form she had learned not long prior, using the creatures gangly size against it as it tried to recover and took a swipe at the darker haired Martian.
Whatever the case, it was clear that the redhead was giving into her own bottled rage in the moment, channeling it into the fight with the Savi she had taken on. Natalie could not afford to do the same. Her anger, she shoved aside, just as she did the frozen fear that a greater threat loomed in the room with them. She could only focus on what she could manage in the here and now, tossing the addled Savi back over her shoulder in the opposite direction from where they had been facing a moment prior. She thanked whatever powers that be who happened to be watching over them that she had recovered from the oxygen deprivation as fast as she did, and promised she would hit the gym more when she got back to the Theurgy.
In truth, seeing the bulbous headed alien sail thru the air and smack into the far wall was a kind of satisfaction that Natalie would have to worry about and discuss with her couneslor later. Though, considering her counselor was the one that invited her on this trip, and where that had led, she was less than sure it was a topic of conversation she ever wanted to address again. Giving an after action report to Ives was going to be the single most embarrassing moment of her career to date, and that was saying something. Bent over, hands on her knees, she sucked down the fresh, full air that the room created, as she watched the being she'd tussled with lay there in a still heap, its chest barely rising. Not dead then, she concluded as her mind caught up with the words she was hearing.
Standing up straight and ignoring the sudden ache when she rotated her left arm about at the shoulder, Natalie looked to Amanda, weapon pointed down the hall, crouched by the door, and then over to Lauren, who moments before had been splayed out on the floor (a sight to see, that she did not want to think about then) had gotten up and was fiddling with the busted console by the door. Sweeping her messy mane of hair back, Natalie moved over to the unconscious Savi, giving it a pat down. Smirking, she slid something off its wrist and gave a sharp whistle.
"Heads up, Ensign," she warned, before tossing the band at the redhead. "I think that one has a communicator on it. See if you can put it to use with those exposed wires. Maybe we can give it a boost and get a call out. Lietuenant," She stepped back from the alien, having pulled a rubber fiber free from its tunic, and was using it to tie her hair back into a messy tail that was at least better than falling about her face.
"Good thinking on watching the hallway. Keep your eyes peeled. If we can get a call out, we can hunker down here. Neither of these seem to have a tricorder, or anything like it, unless I missed it." She spun around slowly, not noticing the way she jiggled, as she tried to see if something had fallen free in the scuffle and managed to scatter itself about the stark confines of their cell, or perhaps back out into the hallway.