Blood licks her bottom lip, a thronging of noise ringing in her head cluttering her thoughts until one thwap and the crunching of metal strikes through bringing her back. Above her stood the dark plated helmet of her aggressor with blaster rifle pointed down. A flash, a red hot bolt should have been coming for her but it blasted across the back of her enemy instead. For a moment she was alone. Alone just long enough for that ringing to cease and her eyes to focus.

A hand reaches down toward her as Garen’s faceplate comes into view. Reaching up for it is easy but the sudden pull throwing motion against her insides isn’t. Someone’s voice cuts in, asking some kind of question but Garen’s mouth didn’t move. With a lucky guess she looks to the right to find Mayrelli there, making sure their enemies stayed down. A glance toward her meant that it was definitely a question but she hadn’t heard it. Garen was already moving toward the truck that was waiting for Alaris so he wasn’t any help either. Bura just shook her head and moved over behind Garen.

“Probably still in his office, if you’re lookin’ for something,” she manages to sound put together. Can’t have anyone stopping her. Garen doesn’t look too pleased about that but well what was there to be pleased about when Alaris was getting away. “Get what you came for, I’m getting mine,” she says, and though Garen’s hand raises to try and caution her she doesn’t give him the chance, nor Mayrelli.
Taking off with her jetpack to get speed she desperately makes the effort to catch up. He’d turned to the right, she heard it when she was on the floor, but where could the cockroach have been running to. A light-post struck a sound idea into her head: don’t fly while distracted. She’d turned herself away from it enough to limit the impact, absolutely junked her pack, but nothing organic broke at least. Far as her senses could tell her anyway. Blood in the dirt might have been hers at first glance but it lead elsewhere, elsewhere that she hasn’t been yet. Could have been anyone’s, but it wasn’t. Somehow she knew that.

Stumbling after it she found herself into a power substation for the camp. Still operational the sound of imperial machinery clogged the air, with her visor cracked it was hardly the easiest search she’s ever done. So, off with the helmet, her pounding headache could fight her about it later. Inside was dark with the occasional flash of light as a rotation finished and these white hot pillars were exposed for a moment sending the entire space into clear detail. Some things were clean, some were absolutely caked in grime, cheap and expensive relationally.
Checking a corner her blaster scanned first, her eyes second. Another turn, another empty space to check. At a central junction she stopped longer to check each direction. One lead toward another exit while the other moved deeper. Coward as her quarry was, she went deeper. Light from outside shone against her back as her shadow got smaller moving in deeper once more. Another corner to check was coming up but- CRACK the taste of blood poured from her face.

Ringing came out again, her head pounding with the sound. Dirt covered her back but it wasn’t the soft feeling of caked dirt but the hard feeling of solid ground. A tooth chipped, she could feel it swimming around but that was the least of her troubles. Above her he stood again. This time however he looked scared, and he held a metal pipe. Still, his situation was improving and so that wicked smile of his was coming out. He’d finally get to finish her off here, not the other way around. Go figure. She closed her eyes to let it happen.
Sharp whizzing, a thud, and then another more profound thud with the accompaniment of metal clattering. Braving the pain she opened her eyes again finding no sight of Alaris. Not until she looked down toward her feet at least, she could just barely make out the curve of his boot where it became his knee and then the rest of his leg toward his body. Smoke wafted off of him in two distinct spots where his uniform darkened slowly. A hand reaches down in front of her face, then over her chest.

“Heyyyy Rook,” Bura sputters out weakly. “Nice ta see ya, came by for little ol’ me?” she chuckles, but it hurts.

“You still haven’t told me what you thought about the feast,” Rook Yorrick cracks a smile and gets to sorting Bura out. Bura was long overdue a stay with their resident doctors, and Rook wasn’t about to let one of their own go down alone.