Let's be war buddies...

[initiates]

Date & Time: 18th, beginning at 2100 hours, through to the 20th.
Location: All around Exsilium.
Characters: Everyone!
Summary: The United Earth decides Exsilium had obviously not learned its lesson back in October, and does another round of humble-making bombing for those impertinent exiles. OOC info can be found here.
Warnings: Violence, death, general gloom and doom.

The warning had gone out approximately two hours before the bombing began, broadcast to any available receptor on the island: UE aggressions incoming, bombs expected; please proceed to Catacombs immediately. It repeats over and over, right up until the first bomb, aimed at the Hold itself, silences the signal.

The air is thick with smoke and worse. Every one to two hours another bomb shakes the island. Buildings crumble and shatter, but the focus is on the Hold and the native hospital. Initiative employees, some sick as anyone else, are steadfast in their escorting natives and transports alike into the underground catacombs. For two days the bombs continue ceaselessly, dropped by their cloaked and invisible carriers overhead.

The United Earth is nothing if not thorough.

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[andagain]

Keith was exhausted, spending the past several hours rescuing people who hadn't made it yet to safe location. He has his helmet, his dog and a few other important items with him that he was able to grab before leaving but nothing else. Who knows if his apartment would be left in one piece again?

In his tired state, he almost tripped over Billy but not before hitting the side of his leg by accident. Once he recovers his misstep, he's quick to apolygize.]

Oh, excuse me and excuse me again!

[oncearanger]

[Billy looked up and spotted a dog, grinning. It's a sad situation...but at least a few of their beloved pets have lived.]

It's not a problem. I realize we can't really see in these conditions.

[He curled his arms around his knees, shaking his head]

[andagain]

You are right, but I should have paid more attention.

[He sighs, looking up ahead in the dark tunnels. He did the best job he could, but he still couldn't get ahold of some of his friends. Did they escape on time?]

You mind if I sit down here?

[oncearanger]

[Billy shakes his head, quickly patting the ground beside him]

Not at all. There's not much in the way of places to go, is there?

[He sighs and attempts to read again, but that doesn't last long. He instead pulls his jacket a little tighter around himself]

The UE really doesn't beat around the bush, do they? Infect us, then use that as an excuse to destroy us.

[andagain]

No they don't. I've never seen anything like this.

[He sits down beside of him. His dog John sprawls out in front of him to get comfortable.]

It's an underhanded tactic to infect us all, including the young and the weak. But I'm sure the Initiative is working on a cure as we speak.

[oncearanger]

I think they are. I went with the group to change history, to prevent the devastation from being as bad as it could be.

[He rubs at his arms and leans over to give the dog a look.]

What's your dog's name?

[andagain]

His name is John.

[He introduces him and reaches over to rub his back.]

He came with me from my world, but it doesn't seem to be a very common thing. How fortunate we must be.

[oncearanger]

He's a good dog.

[Billy leans over to smile at him.]

It must be nice, having companionship. Hard to get lonely when you have a loyal best friend.

[He looks up at the trembling ceiling and winces]

I'm just hoping some of our food supplies were saved. I shielded what I could, but it wasn't easy. If this does stop...we're having a rough time.

[andagain]

We'll have to make due with what we have; I'm glad many stepped up to help save everything we could.

[He shifts around a bit to get more comfy.]

But we can ration it off, or hunt for our food like humans used to.

[That is if the wildlife outside there is edible.]

[oncearanger]

I do hope there's something edible out there. But...starving us would be one effective way to kill us.

[He bites his lip, pulling his jacket a little tighter.]

I'm no stranger to war, but things could be dire. Already, I can hear people losing control.

[andagain]

Losing control...?

[He yawned after asking that, his tired state getting harder to ignore.]

[oncearanger]

[Billy noted that, sympathizing. He was getting tired too.]

Illness, losing our places and possessions, being cramped in a cold and dark place like this. It doesn't do wonders for our moods. I've heard fights break out, and panic set in.

When all I really want to do is sleep so I can fight again tomorrow.

[andagain]

Oh right. All we can do is rest and go back up and help.

So good night to you- oh I didn't catch your name. Mine is Keith Goodman, pleasure to meet you even in these tough circumstances. [He salutes Billy.]

[oncearanger]

[Billy salutes him as well.]

Here's hoping for some decent rest for us. Wouldn't earplugs be great---if only.