OOC: I know, I'm just pointing it out

OOC: Schadwe should have his on, though. He could probably tell you.

Freija frowned, "But we can't leave without them. Schadwe was injured when I saw him last... he might be in serious trouble."

"We may have to, though. We don't want to get shot down, do we? Look, I'll try contacting them again, but I can't guarentee that we'll be able to get them." Mephitis pulled up his communicator and sent them each messages.

Lock responded to Mephitis' message. "Hi. I'm here with Schawde, he isn't looking to good..."

EDIT: I think SS's guy is naive, so I made it more childish...

"What about Shade? Did he make it out?"

Pelc look out of the window of the ship and said to himself " Well this isn't going to well. I'm not at optimum, Schadwe's out of action, Shade's unreachable, and the Mavericks are out to get us." Pelc looked back at the com, waiting for a responce back from Lock.

After a while, Lock responded. "Uh... I looked around, and he isn't here...

"Damn. We may have to leave without him."
Shade, you'd better get out of there quickly…

Lock was on one knee. He'd taken some shots to his leg so he couldn't run at full speed.

He'd lost the turret, with no real surprise to that. He'd also managed to drag Schadwe into another building, and because his gaitling gun had gotten charged again (After he'd caused a small avalanch to stall some forces) he'd blown some rubble out and placed it in front of the door.

When the rubble hadn't been enough, he'd ported them out.

"Could someone pleeeeeease help me?"