END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[saltwaterlungs]

Quickly, as they make their way down the hallway-

"Bastion," they correct, "and the nice word for what they are is an omnic."

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion nods. // That's right. Thanks.

They want to have as many fighters out as quickly as possible and everyone else in this area is alone in their cell, delegations of Victor notwithstanding, so Bastion continues further down the hall with Gwen's accompaniment.

[thismaskismybadge]

"Bastion. Alright. Thanks, Bastion."

Gwen keeps pace, and as they pass single occupancy cells, she catches on quick. "So. Cells with multiples like me and Darcy first. Yeah?"

[configuration_birdwatcher]

// Yes. Two-fighter cells, other doubles, single fighters, then other singles. If Malin or her agents confront us I want as many forces prepared as possible.

Friday's not watching them anymore, but escaping is making a lot of noise and they don't know if Malin is close enough to overhear. They stop in front of Clarke and John Doe, Ava and Peter, and Dimitri and Fio's cells, with Ylva's off to the side.