Salvation Outpost

37 hears a sizzle and smells the acrid scent of burning flesh as Earic lays unconscious. Your own armour rusts under the effects of the acid. You hear Cyre’s voice reverberate from all around you announcing the intruder’s presence and calling for help for the fallen Earic. It’s the first time you have heard her real voice outside of the chamber. It’s beautiful and terrifying all at once as you can feel her voice as much as you hear it. You hear the shouts of guards coming to your aid and also chasing Rune.

As he is the closest, Kleber can also hear her call.

As Kleber approaches the dock, he hears screams from the soldiers high above. He looks up in time to see the remnants of a green explosion somewhere on Cyre’s top deck. A moment later a blonde figure in a blue coat drops from the main deck to the gangway below and limps quickly into the tower. Half a dozen soldiers pile out of Cyre seconds later, giving chase. Kleber notes there’s only one way out of the tower and can see that exit in front of him.

Inside, 37 heals Earic who curls up from the lingering pain. "Thank you, my friend.", he says hoarsely. "Is she alright?"

Being on board, Malbor is also startled by Cyre’s call for help. He opens the matrix room door just in time to see Rune throw an orb into the middle of a group of six guards. With a large gash on his right leg, he seemingly jumps overboard as the soldiers cry out in pain. Four of them go silent. Below deck, through the hole in Cyre’s hull, Malbor also hears a number of troops begin to give chase.

Earic nods at 37’s order and takes out a small potion from his pocket. The Warforged hears the door lock behind him as he rushes out to the main deck. A medic comes to join 37 in the fray. Those who are down appear to be lower ranking guards. Some look very young. The medic thanks 37 for his help and with your guidance, you both manage to stabilize the remaining two guards. "I thought the crew of that tug could be trusted…", he mutters angrily, as he summons water to rinse the injured guards’ wounds. "Weren’t you lot with them?", he asks.

In the cacophony of yelling of the guards to STOP! and echoes of equipment and heavy footsteps in the stairwell, Kleber is able to get into the corner unnoticed. A moment later, Rune hits the bottom of the stairs, headed to the door. He shows no signs of stopping.

Kleber’s bolt lodges firmly into the knee of Rune’s good leg, the tip sticking through the other side, locking his leg in place. The half elf lets out a scream of pain. The second bolt strikes in the back of the leg and Rune collapses, just short of the door. Barely a moment, six guards arrive, led by a half orc Captain of the Guard. As Rune tries to stand, the captain kicks him square in the back, knocking home prone. The remaining guards quickly shackle the now unconscious Rune and begin to drag him away.

The captain turns to Kleber, "Thank you, brother. We will take this dukhal from here."

The guard captain has some heated words with a voice you recognize, when Captain Vren enters the tower.

He sees Kleber, "What the devil is going on, Kleber?", he asks animatedly.