The Grand Hall

[Dime Price]

She might have hurt her neck, head, or something there was just a dizzying amount of pain and a fog she couldn't quite clear from her eyes. She would accept the help.

[Cillian McWolfe]

Cillian narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together in displeasure before sighing and smiling brightly.

"Well, far be it from me to stop you from doing your job. Lead the way."

[Zack Asiv]

Cecilia would be delicately handled to her private cabin in one of the Prota medical ships. She would be left with a female attending medic to strip her down and place her in the healing tank.

Cillian and Dime would be taken to one of the normal medical ships and stripped to be placed in side by side healing tanks, though it was up to them to remove their clothes as others needed tending.

For Valerian, Arturio would nod.

"Lady Angelonia is injured, but she should be able to recover quickly. Come on then."

Speaking of Angelonia would turn to look at Drake and Ali as they had their exchange, it was confusing, and she wished she still had some Qi energy to help.

"It would be a good idea to be healed."

Is all Angelonia would add as she wobbled a bit to head towards the soldiers who arrived. They would also help Ali, but move to separate them.

"No, she is with me."

Angelonia would say before they escorted Ali and Angelonia to her private cabin ship.

"I need your help removing my jacket with a hole in my shoulder."

Sorrel would be carried off to his own Cabin for healing while Strike waved off Roy. He would walk off to Nova and Daniel.

"You two. Names."

[Cillian McWolfe]

Cillian would make sure to turn his back to Dime before disrobing as he assumed she would be doing the same. He wouldn't want her thinking that he was taking advantage of this situation to do anything untold.

[Novocaine]

For once Nova would straighten up as she was spoken to. Not that she was ever overly casual, but, in the presence of the Emperor a lot more effort was in order. Despite the ringing in her ears and the pain, she mostly maintained a polite and formal bow.

"Nova Vivienne." she'd reply, quick to answer the quest--well demand.

[Preston Salabim]

Preston would watch as people were shuffled off to and fro as he tapped his chin. If this was going to be a future threat, it would be prudent to have a countermeasure against it. A way to disrupt the shield easier, or those coffins. He would have to look into it.

[Cecelia Riddel]

Any other time, Cecelia would have been aghast at her own appearance: rumpled, town and dirty, her hat missing, bloodied and her hair in disarray. As it was her thoughts were more focused on the frightening man that had appeared and the survivors. We’re her loved ones among them?

Nodding to the guards as they set her down, she began to remove her excess clothing only after the door was closed, part of her mind still noting how spartan or detailed the Ship’s interior was. It was odd to have a stranger there, but a doctor was a doctor.

“How soon until they a record on survivors?” She asked softly before stepping in the tank.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"I'll take that as a no."

Rai would say with his sly smile as the two separated. He would then turn to Preston.

"And who might you be? Must've made quite the impression to warrant Strike and Sorrel addressing you."

[Drake]

Drake would look down at his cut and wince as the pain hit him as if it didn't exist before he realized the wound. He would look around as people were being escorted. But when the guards came his way he would wave his hand and instead hold a hand over his wound and harden the blood till it formed a seal.

"I need to get home. To check on my mother. I'll live."

With that Drake would turn and begin the journey home.

SPOILER: Click to show

Blood Craft: can create weapons and items out of his blood (100% Eng to Atk) Mutated: Drake's blood creations are now reinforced with Bone! (+18 Atk) (Upgraded: Drake can now harden his blood making it stronger and more durable)

(Qi used: 11)

[Valerian Blackburn]

"We should hurry, then..."

Val nods, eager to move along!

[Gunslinger]

Daniel's eyes widen as Strike approaches, and he gets to his feet, standing as full at attention as possible.

"Daniel Makaila, Emperor."

He bows, doing his best not to show how much his leg hurts.

[Allison Kazim]

At least the boy didn’t seem to be willing to kill himself to help another; neither would do well if he collapsed helping someone else. But his refusal was at the back of her mind as the guards approached her, not at all bothered by the separation; she was a soldier, and Angelonia a lady. The two didn’t mix unless they had to.

She took a rapid step forward when the young lady wobbled, but with the guards already there it seemed silly in hindsight. Being included, however, had the redhead doing a double take. Maybe she’s hit her head harder than she thought. Her eyes narrowed, but she followed in silence, turning to address Angelonia once the door was shut and bristling instead at the implied order. She Opened her mouth to push back against it, but it was hard to deny the logic.

“Of course, my lady.” She remembered the title for a moment until she moved forward, carefully helping Angelonia as best she could and avoiding jarring the wound.

“I am surprised you would trust a stranger while injured.” She wasn’t sure why she was picked, the wariness in her tone.

[Preston Salabim]

"Preston Salabim. From Ayatlyn. Lord Dragon."

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"Ah! Well met Master Mage."

Rai would be impressed. Sure the Name Blood Dragon was famous but for to spot him out of a crowd... This one must be very informed indeed.

"So, since the other two seemed disinclined to more talking, I'm curious. I would like to know what happened here, as I'm sure you might be one of the few that would be interested as to be made aware that this wasn't the only place attacked."

[Preston Salabim]

"It would appear to be a terrorist attack."

He said as he folded his arms over his chest in thought.

"I assume there was some kind of diversion to keep security away from the palace. That would dispel the need for illusions."