6911/Code Blue: Man Down

Code Blue: Man Down
Date of Scene:	15 March 2019
Location:	MacKenzie Space Station, Earth Orbit
Synopsis:	A seemingly small mishap on the station blows up into what could be an Interstellar incident. Oh, and Kinsey meets not one, not two, but THREE Lanterns. This can not bode well.
Cast of Characters:	Kinsey MacKenna, Green Lantern (Jordan), Saint Walker, Razer, Lobo

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Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
While working on the station was exactly where Kinsey MacKenna wanted to be, she certainly couldn't call it exciting. Like most scientific work, her days consisted of tedious replication of the day before, hoping for changes that could be observed, and then confirmed by making it happen again. Her current project consisting largely of watching what samples of various DNA did while exposed to differing radiant and atmospheric conditions, along with some very carefully documented gene editting.

So far, nothing spectacular to report. Lots of the same old, same old to confirm.

Today was no different than any other. She'd hit the labs early with her cup of joe, and started the morning review of the data crunching of the night before's results.

Situation normal until the shudder that was felt underfoot, and a sudden *hissssss* of sound that was followed by emergency klaxxons.

"Ma'am? We got a situation in Lab 6."

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    With a "fa-loomp" Hal exits the wormhole into the area around Earth's moon, knowing better than to arrive too close to Earth. AFter the events of the last few weeks, Hal was tired, grumpy, and ready for a long, hot shower with plenty of alcohol and then, sleep. For about 3 days.

    Hal Jordan's eyes look over that big, blue ball he calls home. With a sigh, Hal smiles, feeling the same feelings Madonna describe in her song, Ray of Light - "And I feel like I just got home..." Humming the song, Hal concentrates on where he was for a moment.

    De-celerating, Hal maneuvers closer to the satellite currently in his viewpoint. McKenzie Station. Saluting her with a very large, green hand in a military saulte, Hal smiles, knowing that the rookies on the main deck would love that one.

Saint Walker has posed:
A second "fa-loomp" this one much closer to the blue sphere called Earth and Saint Walker exits from a wormhole of his own. He did not usually travel to this forbidden sector of space but events in galaxy were becoming... troubling, and there was a need to consult with Hal.

More than though, there was something at the back of his mind, a little tug that told him this was the place he needed to be. Always one to trust such urges, he went with it travelling to Earth to seek out his brother lantern and the source of whatever he was feeling.

The big green hand is hard to miss and Saint Walker angles in that direction, blue light trailing behind him. "Brother Hal, it is good that I have found you," he greets moving to come along side the other Lantern.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Turns out that 'situation' was a mild word for what had actually happened in Lab 6. Or, rather, what was about to happen.

Kinsey's coffee is left to mourn its loss of intrinsic function in life as she heads to the lab in question, nose already wrinkling as the acrid smell of chemicals gone wrong fill the air.

"Why hasn't someone hit.. Nevermind." Protocol would say when there was an explosion, or a spill, that you hit containment. Some of the stuff in science was not only unpleasant, but lethal. Biohazards abounded. Though things made a lot more sense when she got nearer to the space in question, and saw folks scrambling over broken bits of glass where the containment walls *should* have been, and a panel of blinking error lights instead of the steady slow green or red indicating systems at work, or offline. The overhead fume hoods weren't sucking away the gases being created in the room.

The owner of the disembodied comms voice met her as she came into the space, hand holding a cloth over his face. "Not sure what happened. Explosion. Fume hoods aren't working. Or the sprinkler system."

Neither of which should have failed, their failure entirely possible due to things unrelated to what was going on in science, but the fact of the matter was the space they were in was becoming increasingly dangerous to the folks there - and the rest of the station to boot.

"Right. Get everyone out. We'll have to contain the entire floor." And she thought to herself, start so much from scratch. While they had the data, most of their experiments were long term and observational. To have them exposed to contaminants such as this meant things were going to be lost. It was a huge blow, but it couldn't be helped, and well, getting folks out safely was the bigger concern.

Razer has posed:
Things in Lab 6 have gone to hell in a big way. The explosion had rocked the entire section, shaking the station itself. Flames ripped through the area while the various chemicals exploded out of their containers. In doing so, some of them mixed into more volatile compounds which added dangerous gases to the air along with more explosions.

Most of the people working there had gotten out before the containment doors closed. There were at least three still inside.

Which is when the next alarm sounded. One of the containment doors was blocked open by debris. It was allowing the conflagration inside, along with the noxious fumes, to start to leak into the hallway and threatening others.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Hal Jordan stops his forward momentum when Saint Walker approaches. "Note: Power at 125 percent." Hal's ring says, as Walker gets closer and closer. Willing the com line open between the two of them, Hal doesn't hide his pelasure at seeing Saint Walker once again. With a very large smile, Hal says, "Saint Walker, my friend! It is truly good to see you again! How goes the battle for Hope in the Galaxy?"

    "Note: Power at 150 percent. Blue Lantern present." Hal chuckles, and mutes his ring notifications with a flick of his will for the time being. "A lot has been going on, and I was hoping to run into you."

    That was when Hal felt his ring vibrating on his hand. Looking down at it, Hal removes the mute, and says, "What?" The ring replies with a, "Explosion on McKenzie Station of unknown origin.".

    Hal looks at Saint Walker. "Just like old times. Want to help me with an old fashioned assist old friend?" Hal wills his ring to not spare the speed, as they head towards the Station.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
The larger explosion made containment of the area moot, and evacuation priority one.

Kinsey hits the comms, hoping they're still working, "Science sector down. We have an uncontrolled situation here. I advice all floors above and below evac as quickly as possible and containment protocols initiate. MacKenna, over."

While waiting for a reply, through the murk of eye-stinging smoke and chemicals, Kinsey observes most of the science team have done what they were trained to do, which was get the hell out of dodge when something like this happened. The lab was a loss, but if they could seal off the entire area..

"Anyone got a head count?" she calls out over the space.

Willard, her disembodied voice, by his labcoat tag, answers with, "Loose one. Everyone checked in accounted for."

Which should have been Kinsey's cue to leave as well, other than the fact that she *thought* she heard a noise over the angry pops and hisses of smaller explosions and crackles of things burning, that sounded like a cry for help.

"Willard? Stay or go. Either way, make yourself useful." Kinsey bearing down on the diretion she thinks she heard the cry from - a place where the acrid smoke is the thickest.

Saint Walker has posed:
Walker grins widely in response to Hal's greeting, "Likewise brother, Hal. And all is well, I just spent the last month moving a facinating people from their dying world it was quite invigorating. Though I hear things are grimmer elsewhere."

"And I was hoping to find you, it has been too long since we've..."

The explosion cuts him off and Walker turns his head towards the station. "Yes, it does seem like one is in order, as this is your sector, you have the lead."

Not that Hal needs to be told and Walker wills his ring after Hal, falling into position to his left matching speed as best as he is able. "An impressive station for a species as young as your own," he observes as they fly. "I will do my best to preserve it."

Razer has posed:
As Kinsey moves into the lab though the malfunctioning containment door, she will hear that coughing again which verifies her fear. There is someone in here. It is almost impossible to see, between the gases and flames. The heat is extreme, growing hotter as more fuel is added to the fire with the destruction of more containters. Even the fire proof cabinet in the corner is starting to look warped. Since that contains the more dangerous compounds, if it goes, the whole station could be threatened by the explosion.

As she gets closer, she will see a lab technician, his once pristine lab coat now a mix of soot and stains, stuck under a large piece of equipment that was blown atop him from one of the explosions.

*BOOM*

This explosion rocks the room but also has another effect. The debris that was blocking the containment door is blown clear, allowing the door to close. The rest of the station is safe from the gasses (for now). But those inside are truly trapped with no way out.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    On their way towards the station, Hal Jordan says, "Thanks. Sounds like you've been busy. I'll have to get you up to speed on the things I've been involved with. I'll send you a tight beam here, to your ring, and it will get you up to date with what's been going on from my end. Something big is up, and it seems like all of the Lanterns from the emotional spectrums are involved.

    Simply nodding in response to Saint's comments, Hal gets closer and closer, attempting a scan of the station. "Looks like it is coming from the labs...here." Hal wills a "floorplan" of the station for both of them to view in space. The area of effect is glowing and pulsing in green. Heading in that direction, Hal takes a second to say, "It's good to have you aboard, Saint Walker."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Meanwhile...
While Willard was making his decision to 'should I stay or should I go' (now).. things were happening on the rest of the station. The initial explosion in Lab 6 had set in motion the larger series that had destroyed the lab, and the containment of the entire science floor. The fire systems on that floor refused to kick in - a few lamentable drips of retardant foam bubbling up at the spray heads and going nowhere. But what was worse was that similar was happening over the rest of the station as well.

The steady crawl of gases was marching on through the station.. Personal quarters had suffered damages - mostly in the ways of broken items, and shaken resisdents. What was more troubling was that as this all is happening, all the other system shutdowns and containments start coming online randomly over the station.

The red emergency generator lights pick up as the station's main power shuts down in response to core damages taken. Damage that is ultimately repairable.

In Lab 6, Willard's choice is taken from him as he's now trapped in with Kinsey and the lab tech, who is right and well firmly pinned under one of the larger experiment bays. Willard's cloth is helping some, but he's coughing furiously.

Kinsey has other problems than coughing Willard. "Hey," she tells the tech, hunkering down near her. "Nearly missed you. Looks like you got an owie." Grinning at the man to try and ease the tension of the situation. "How be we start with yoru name, and then you tell me if you think anythings broken. We'll work on getting you out of here once we've covered that."

Saint Walker has posed:
The tight beam is recieved. "Thank you, brother, I'll review it later," Walker says. "But your news sounds...troubling."

Walker nods as he reviews the scan, "You seem to be right brother," he says completing his own scan. "It looks like the fire has been contained but there are life forms still in the sealed section we should take them to safety immediately."

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Inside the station Willard rushes towards the door as it slams closed once the debris is clear. "Damn it, no!" he shouts slamming his fists uselessly against the solid bulkhead. He turns, eyes wild with panic. "Leave him, Kinsey, we need to get out of here, help me pry this open or find a vent or something!" he starts rummaging around the lab for something to use.

Razer has posed:
The lab technician is still struggling to lift the piece of equipment after having the cloth tied around the lower part of his face. "Johnson. Ezekiel Johnson. Most of my friends call me Zeke." He is doing his best to focus on her instead of the panic but she can see it in his eyes.

Out in space, yet another wormhole opens out in the area of the moon. This time it is a Red Lantern who arrives. Razer takes a moment to consult with his ring. "Are you certain this backwards excuse for a planet is where he is hiding?"

"Negative. Target is on a satellite structure outside the planet. MacKenzie Station."

Razer sighs then starts in the direction of Earth.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    "It is troubling, Saint. Very troubling." Moving up to the station, Hal Jordan uses his willpower to open an airlock, while keeping it pressurized. To prevent any accidents. Entering the station, the green nimbus of energy casting a pale glow around him as he moves inside, Hal looks around. "You go right, I'll go left. We'll try and help these people as best we can."

    Ignoring the screams and shouts, Hal moves inside, using his will to maintain his bubble around himself. The situation looks bad, but he tries to look through the smoke and get to the source of the problem.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Willard was going to pose a problem. His panic wasn't helping him, or Zeke. However, dwelling on that wasn't going help any of them get out of this mess alive, and of the possible outcomes, that was Kinsey's preferred one.

"Hi Zeke," She says calmly "I'm Kinsey. I'm not sure that we've met properly. Probably not the way you would have liked to have this happen, huh?" Letting her voice remain calm and collected, even though she was going to shortly have to deal with her other problem. First, though, making sure Zeke didn't add to the panic, which worked something like putting on your own airmask first, Kinsey letting herself absorb the calm she was trying to create for the trapped technician.

"Willard!" Her voice cuts through the murk of the thick smoke that was now trapped in the cordoned off room with them and going nowhere. In fact, due to the smoldering of a few incidental fires, it was only getting worse. "I know you're afraid. We're all a little bit scared, but I need you to listen to my voice right now. You know what lockdown is. We need all of us to work together here."

"I need you to come here and help with Zeke with me. Can you do that? Zeke needs our help, Willard."


Meanwhile, the station was doign its best to get non-essential accounted for, and to safety. Hampered by the fact that the rest of the systems were going haywire. Doors locked that shouldn't be. Barriers caught halfway between up and down. Elevators in place, their doors open - except for the few that had stopped abruptly mid-journey, leaving a few lost souls trapped inside wondering what was going on.

In short, a little bit of chaos. It's not exactly as neat and clean as elementary school fire drills would lead you to believe these things go.

Lobo has posed:
    Lobo usually didn't ride out this way, the galactic activity was minimal, and there was nothing here but a few backwater planets, a bunch of primitive places that didn't interest the highly and evolved Czarnian at all. That Czarnian was currently belching loudly as he watched the chaos from a few ticks away, his booted feet propped up on the handlebars of his Hog, can of booze in one gloved hand and a slice of some disc-shaped food in the other. Through a pair of purple shades, the Ghost Of Czarnia(tm) was merely observing for now, seeing what would happen next. And if everything in the station died, maybe he could snoop around, see if there was anything worth a few credits back at Knowhere.

Saint Walker has posed:
Nodding, Walker agrees, "A sensible plan, and be careful brother," the Lantern says before taking the right hand corridor a blue nimbus surrounding him as a green one does Hal.

Walker wills his ring to scan ahead seeking life signs, he pauses to help a technician to their feet, sending them down a clear passage to a waiting rescue team. He makes his way through the damaged station, moving debris, and helping those in need, until he finds himself at a locked door with three life forms on the other side. He scans the room to see if it will be safe to open.

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Willard shakes his head, "No, I need to get out of here, I'm not going to die on this garbage heap with you people! Now help me get out of here," he says grabbing up a beam and trying to pry open the door, it actually gives a little, but it shouldn't, Willard doesn't look strong enough.

Razer has posed:
Hearing Willard flailing uselessly at the door wasn't helping Zeke's composure. The panic in the other man let him know just how bad it was, if nothing else did. Kinsey was trying to put on a good face but he was a man of logic. He knew they were doomed. It was unlikely anyone would get to them in time.

"You should go with him. Leave me. See if you can bypass the doors or something," he suggested, putting a hand on Kinsey's arm and trying to give her a little nudge in the direction of the closest doorway.

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Out in space, the red streak is getting closer when his ring notified him of a problem on the station. It specified multiple system failures, fires and poisonous gases on the station. Razer glanced down at the thing, pulling up his own schematic. Red marked the dangerous spots. There are also a green and Blue dot. "What are those?"

"Green Lantern Hal Jordan and Blue Lantern Saint Walker are present."

"A Blue? This day just gets worse," Razer mutters as he heads for an airlock. He follows the path that Hal did, using the ring to presurize things until he was inside, then sealing the lock behind him. Using the schematic, he headed for the area with the most chaos. That was likely where he would find his target.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    "Warning: A Red Lantern is present." Hal Jordan stops for a second, and looks down at his ring. "Perfect." Hal says with a very large frown. "Ring, identify Red Lantern." A slight pause, as Hal moves closer to the elevators. With a surge of willpower, Hal attempts to provide power to those elevators, to get the personnel trapped there to safety.

    Clenching his teeth in effort, the energy transfer goes smoothly so far, when the ring answers his query. "Red Lantern is identified as Razer. He has boarded the station and is 97 meters to your "six"." Hal blinks at that. "That was a very personal way to inform me ring."

    "You are welcome Hal." Hal Jordan blinks again. That has never happened. The Lantern "female" persona was being...personal with him. Was this a side effect of the missions he was in lately? "Not enough time to think about that right now..." Hal says under his breath.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
People were doing what people predicatbly do in such situations: panicking. Sure, there were a few who weren't, and were doing their level best to sort matters out. Most of them from the security team, but those was also the folks who were trying to run interference with the small fires and other problems that were cropping up the longer power was down to generator and things were wonky. Trying to both rescue /and/ direct in an uncertain maze of access was proving to be challenging. That, and not everyone could leave at the same time, which was starting to create a small situation on the zetaport pads.

It's not quite a full riot, but everyone knows what happens at sports stadiums when bad things happen and the only way out are small little corridors..

In the labs, however, Kinsey can't see what Willard is up to, though she can hear the continued panic in his voice. The doors aren't meant to break down, but given everything that's gone wrong today, they just might give way if they worked on them together - only there was Zeke to contend with.

"That's just poppycock and nonsense," Kinsey says brushing Zeke's proposal aside. "We're all going to make it out of here."

She's started a body check on the man, and trying to asses how they can free him from the unit that has trapped him. It's a bit slow going, what with the smoke, and Willard's trying to single-handedly freak out for the three of them.

Rising to standing, Kinsey takes a deep breath and gives Willard her 'no you are not going to tell me or anyone else where they can sit on the bus' voice. "Willard! Enough. We are all getting out of here. Together. Bring whatever that is you're banging around with over there with you, and help me free Zeke. Then I will help you pry open the doors." Totally avoiding the truth of the matter that the things weren't supposed to be pryable - there was a reason for that, given what often went on in science labs. Panicked people prying open doors tended to negate the actual use of the whole idea of 'containment'.

Lobo has posed:
    Meanwhile, noticing the red dot converging with the green and blue, got Lobo...curious. Briefly checking his weapons, seeing the state they were in and seeing if they were loaded, the Main Man decided to get closer and investigate a bit more personally. Kicking his ride into gear, the Galaxy's Most Dangerous Biker(tm, patent pending) got closer and circled around to where the most action was currently happening. Still not speaking, still not injecting personally...but definitely letting himself be seen as he drained the can of booze, crushed it and let it drift out into the vacuum. On the back of his ride, he had a box of that flat cheesey food left, and was currently enjoying his second slice.

Saint Walker has posed:
Walker's ring gives a warning of it's own and like Hal, Walker asks for identification. The name is unfamiliar to him.

"Interesting," he remarks to himself before reaching out to Hal with his ring. << Hal, I have detected several life forms in need of assitance as well as the presence of a Red Lantern, do you require my assistance? >> he asks his voice calm and steady through.

Waiting for the reply he wills a construct into being to plug a leak in the room's air.

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Inside Willard puts all his strength behind prying the door open before the *ping* of breaking metal echoes through the room, his make shift pry bar has snapped. He curses in some foreign language, tearing at a lab coat to bind his hands where the broken metal has cut them. Dots of green staining his own coat as he does so.

"Fine, I'll help," he relents. "But we need to get out of here, whatever happened, it might not be done yet."

Following the sound of Kinsey's voice Willard finds his way over to her and Zeke, he gives the wounded man a scornful look. "Want me to pry it off of him?" he nods to the fallen machinery.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Hearing the communication from Saint Walker, Hal says, "No, I'm good! As for the Red Lantern, I can vouch for him. His name's Razer. He's...a good Red." Hal knows how that sounds, but doesn't change his words. "I have the elevators under control, keep doing your thing. If I am incummunicado, it is because of that! Maybe Razer could use a few choice words of wisdom from your repertoire! Jordan, out." Back to work!

Razer has posed:
Zeke eyes Willard warily as he approaches, waiting to see another freak-out at any moment. He puts his hands under the machinery, ready to help push if they can pry. Maybe with the three of them, it will be enough to move it. "Just say when and I'll help as much as I can."

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"There is a Czarnian in range of the station." The ring provided this tidbit after Razer was already inside.

"If you give me any more good news, I will throw you out an airlock," he mutters to the ring on his finger. He is answered with blissful silence. He manages to reach the flaming red area of the map and eyes the containment doors. With a bit of concentration, he creats a construct to try to pry the doors open--which promptly disappears. In fact, his entire power conduit is interrupted. One moment he was in his Red Lantern uniform, the next he was in his normal clothing as he stared at the door. The sarcasm dripped from the single word he uttered. "Wonderful."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
That Willard has relented enough to come over is both a good sign, and a bad. The crunch of breaking metal was unmistakeable. She knows this wasn't a oh gosh, now I want to help, more than a oh gosh, now I have no choice but to help. She'll take it, though.

"Right. One of us on either side of this unit, and we should be able to budge it. Zeke, I want you to try and scoot yourself backwards if you can - so out of underneath it. If we need to put the thing down again, we'll warn you."

The unit is heavy, but if two lift, even if Zeke can only make fractional movements out of underneath it, eventually they'll get him free.

And, the possibility exists this will buy them time for someone to get to them and help. Or the station to regain power. Or something to go right. As it is, the smoke is still a huge issue, Kinsey's eyes are starting to burn, and there's an unpleasant tickle at the back of her throat.

She's hoping Zeke isn't unjured, as that little wrench will require rethinking this plan of attack.

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Meanwhile, Hal's help with the elevators is most appreciated. All of them are eventually brought to a floor and doors opened, letting the trapped people inside out. They're all flustered and rather too busy thanking their lucky stars to pay much attention to who and how they got saved.

Lobo has posed:
    "Bleh...Lanterns."

    The Main Man spoke aloud, spitting in disgust even as that loogie crystallized and started drifting toward the gravitational pull of the earth, just like that beer can, and just like the empty galactibox that soon followed. Perhaps someone would discover these artifacts and get rich. Or maybe they'd go through some poor bastard's house. Either way, Lobo wasn't concerned. Deciding that whatever was in that station wasn't worth the hassle, the Renegade Immortal Bounty Hunter Who Hell And Heaven Both Rejected(tm, patent pending) turned around, and his Hog became a brightly colored comet as he took off deep into the Black.

Saint Walker has posed:
"Very well, Hal," Walker says freeing the captive people in this one chamber and moving on to find this Red Lantern and see what advice he might offer.

What he finds instead is a youthful alien devoid of costume and it seemed power.

"Greetings, brother," he says floating into the corridor sitting lotus in mid-air. "Brother Hal sends his regards and wished me to speak with you while he was busy with other matters, I am Saint Walker and I understand you are called Razer."

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Inside the room, Willard nods, "Sure," he says distractedly as he grips the edge of the machine and looks to Kinsey for the word to lift. All the while a green liquid drips from his bandage to the floor.

"So, are we going to lift this thing? Or what?"

Razer has posed:
"Will do," Zeke promises. As the two put their backs into it, the lab tech quickly shuffles to try to get clear. It takes him only a few seconds to do so but the pain shows on his face. He's sweating even more, the lines causing lines to show in the soot on his face. Seems he thought he was okay but not so much. His leg is at a slightly odd angle and was useless. Must be broken. "Thank you. Now, the door. Try...anything." He coughs a bit. The cloth can only keep out the smoke so long.

---

The Volkregian frowns as the Blue Lantern comes floating his direction. "We will have to save the introductions for another time. The people in there need help and I cannot open the door now, thanks to you." He somehow makes it all Saint Walker's fault. "So if you could open the door, I will get my prisoner and you can get warm fuzzies for helping the others."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
It takes a bit, but with Kinsey timing the lifts, and Zeke doing his part, he's free and clear of the unit, which is dropped with a heavy thud. Shame that there isn't anything loose enough on it to use to try and pry open the door - but there are the stools. Their legs are metal. They might be sturdy enough if Willard has already done enough damage.

Kinsey is totally unaware of what is going on in the hallway, and given Zeke's leg, needs to do some quick thinking. All the labs have support boards for first aid purposes, but with the explosions, most of the equipment in Lab 6 has been fplintered and shattered where it hasn't been burnt to a smoldering mess. As it is, Willard is going to have to hunt for a chair - though thankfully, those don't have to be beanpole straight to be used as a door jimmie. They just have to withstand the pressue.

"Okay. Here's the deal. We're going to move you, Zeke." She pauses to give a slight cough into her elbow. The smoke really was horrible over here. "It's going to hurt like a bitch, but staying in this corner isn't any better. Willard, this is your lab. We need a plank or something that can be used to brace between his legs. And something to bind it with." Already figuring if neither were available she's shred her shirt and just go with the terribly crude plain old tying one leg to the other.

-----

With Hal's help, the rest of the station is starting to pull together and back from the brink of the chaos that was threatening. Almost all non-essential personelle are either evacuated, or in an orderly queue waiting for their turns, which frees up the bulk of security to help out maintenance. With luck, the main generator will be back online soon enough. Even if the science labs are pretty much a writeoff. Lab 6 in particular.

Mind you, short of Razer and Saint Walker, nobody has noticed that there are folks still trapped there, and efforts aren't otherwise being made to rescue them.

Saint Walker has posed:
Willard licks his lips. "Sure," he says ducking down to pull apart a chair, it takes him no time at all to free a leg and toss it to Kinsey. "There. Now hurry. We need to get out of here and I need your help to get open the door."

Barely a look is given to Zeke or his condition, instead he casts around at the room taking in the damage but with panic rather than despair. "We have to hurry."

He's right.

There's a blast by the wall, a machine overloading and exploding throwing Willard to the ground before the air begins to rush out of the chamber and into space, drawing him towards the hole.

<< No, no, no! >> he calls out in Interlac as he's dragged across the floor to the waiting breach.

---

Out in the corridor Saint Walker regards Razer with a tilted head: "Thanks to me? I didn't take your power away, rage is a fickle thing and an unreliable ally, one you are better off without," he instucts patiently as he brings a construct into being to begin to pry the doors open.

That's when the boom echoes through the station and Walker frowns. "You were right about needing celerity, I will open the door and hold things together inside, you bring the others out, we'll discuss your prisoner afterwards."

He doesn't wait for a reply though, there's no time, he just trusts it will go as he had said. Raising is ring he wills a construct into existiance like some great claw prying the door open, the air rushes through but as it does Walker lifts his ring, "Go now," he says to Razer as he moves to seal the breach.

Razer has posed:
As the hull is breached, Zeke starts getting dragged that way by the suction. "No!" He grabs hold of a piece of equipment, trying to keep himself from being sucked out into space. The good news? The breach helps drag the flames and oxygen out so that the fires start dying down. The dangerous gas goes with it.

---

As the door is opened, Razer is through. Even without his ring, he's a capable individual. He clings to the wall for a moment as Walker works on blocking that breach, allowing the room to go back to atmospheric normal for the station. "You should be able to breathe now," he offers in a droll tone as though that was done for their benefit. "You are not getting away that easily," he says to Willard, as though getting sucked into space was some cunning escape plan. Then Razer looks over at Kinsey and Zeke. "Are you able to get out of the room? Saint Walker can help with the injured man when he is done with the hull."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
By the time Willard is dismantling the chair, Kinsey's brain is telling her something is wrong. It was the niggle that hadn't made sense back when he was prying the containment doors open. Sure, people showed feats of strength in such times that were astounding, but it hadn't sat right.

The breaking apart of the stool? Told her he wasn't what he seemed.

When the breach happens, she *knows* he wasn't what he seems. It all clicks together - his panic; his need to leave *now*; the shifty anxiety. And, not that she wanted to think it, but maybe why the systems had failed.

She supposed if that were true, at least he'd tried to make it so that folks would be out of the labs before all this went down? But why would he in the first place?

No time for answers as those thoughts hit in time with the air sucking, hull ripping explosion that has Kinsey scrambling to grab at Zeke with one hand, and the nearest fixture with her other, trying to stop their certain being sucked out into space along with the oxygen and the rest of what wasn't tied down in the room.

She's being tugged into the air when the next shock hits - that of Razer and Saint Walker just... dealing with the thing. One moment *whoooosh* air is being sucked out and the next, Razer is calmly asking if they can get up and get out of the mess that was Science Lab 6 (hell, the entire floor at this point).

Kinsey, sitting crosslegged in relief on the floor, fingers still dug into Zeke's shirt, points out, "Uh.. No. He's hurt." He being Zeke. "I'm okay, though." Bruised. A bit battered. Some cuts and scrapes. At least she thought she was okay. "Who.. what are you ?"

Saint Walker has posed:
Pulling up a forcefield over the breech Walker, floats into the room as though it weren't a broken mess.

"Greetings, all will be well, I am Saint Walker and this is Razer, we are here to help."

His dark eyes spot Zeke and his condition, and he makes his way over. "Oh, you really did hurt your leg didn't you, brother?" he asks him. He aims his ring and with an effort of hope and compassion wills a healing blue light out of it which washes over the wound healing it painlessly, indeed, the whole experience is really quite pleasant.

"There, you should be as good as new, which is timely, because we should exit this lab immediately so the bulkheads can close again."

Willard for his part, all he can see are fellow aliens, here, and one of them mentioned prisoner.

He makes a dive for a bag that was kicked loose by the breach sticking his hand inside. "You're not taking me in!" he shouts coming out with some sort of gun. Razer would recognize it as a Sneeper plasma blaster. A common enough weapon.

Razer has posed:
The fact that there are two aliens entering the room is not lost on Zeke. He's staring at them wide eyed, particularly when Saint Walker comes over and introduces himself. "Z--Zeke." That's as much as he gets out. The light from the ring touches him and suddenly everything is okay. All will be well, just as Saint Walker said. He smiles as he lays back comfortably while the healing takes place. Then he's well and he blinks, sitting up and looking at his leg. "I have no idea how you did that but thank you."

---

"When Kinsey asks what he is, Razer actually rolls his eyes. "Isn't that considered rude to ask? And I thought I was the one with social inpropriety. Humans." Razer shakes his head a bit but then he spots Willard going for that bag. Immediately, he is drawing out a pair of knives from somewhere in his clothing. As he moves to place himself between the humans and the alien criminal, he flings the two knives with pinpoint accuracy. One should take Willard in the shoulder, the other should hit in the wrist. Between the pair, he should lose all use of his arm and be forced to drop the weapon.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
For a xenobiologist, Kinsey's actual exposure to real live aliens is rather limited. And, in theory, most of her exposure was tightly related to her specific field of genetic engineering.

However, this is suddenly a room full of aliens - and herself, and Zeke. (or so she thinks)

As Saint Walker heals Zeke, there's relief from the woman, as well as a cross between awe, and a little bit of fearfulness. "See? I told you everything would be okay," she reassures, because Zeke isn't looking all that calm yet, possibly even because his leg has just been healed.

She can speak calmly for Zeke, but it doesn't stop her mind reeling just a little bit. Just who are these people? Beyond Saint Walker and Razer - which didn't tell her a whole lot. Though she is duly chastized for her abrupt asking 'who or what'.

The tall, floaty Saint Walker and his mannerisms struck her as quaintly odd, a thing she hasn't time to consider as Willard pulls a gun. Sure, it's an alien gun, but you don't need a degree in aliens, or weapons, to recognize gun when you see one. All of which has Kinsey up on her feet and steeping between Willard and Saint Walker, hands held palm out at him. "Okay.. This is going to be alright. Nobody needs to shoot anyone, right? We can all talk this over nice.."

Mind, by this point Razer's blades have hit Willard, and it's entirely possible this wasn't the smartest move she's made in a long time. But then again, the man was going to try and shoot someone. Razer getting a small hint of a glare of his own, given he's thrown weapons at Willard. "We can all resolve this peacefully," she states again.

Saint Walker has posed:
"Greetings brother Zeke," Walker offers cheerfully when the human gives him his name. "And you are most welcome."

A nod is offered to Kinsey when she assures Zeke that everything would be okay. "And you were correct," he say to her with a smile.

The violence though has Walker putting his feet squarely on the ground as he turns to face Willard and what he had been attempting to do. "That is most unkind," he says of the attempt to shoot him and he presumed Razer as well. The gun, thanks to Razer's blades lays on the floor. A thought is all it takes to crush the thing to a crumpled mess then send it out through the forcefield into space.

"Thank you for your assitance," he offers to Kinsey. "That was very brave, what is your name?" he looks to Razer. "My thanks to you as well."

He looks then to Willard: "I am sorry to destroy your property but the lady is correct, we should strive to resolve this peacefully so tell us who are you and why have you chosen to damage this station?"

Willard is clutching his bleeding wrist, the blood flows green. "Not going to tell you," he bites out. "Just lock me up."

There's a sigh from Walker as he looks to Razer. "You seemed to know about this person, are you able to enlighten us?"

Razer has posed:
Razer moves over to Willard, yanking him to his feet. "W'lek here is wanted in six different sectors," he explains, not realizing the humans in the room won't even know what a sector is, in the context he is using it. "Charges are terrorism and biological warfare. If he was contracted by others, I might respect him more. Unfortunately, he just decides to sew havoc where he wishes. In this case, he thought that the Earthlings were getting too far ahead and wanted their space station out of commission, to put them back on the ground for a few more years." He has to pulls out a pair of old fashioned cuffs, reinforced and energized, to put on the prisoner since he can't rely on his red ring constructs.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Kinsey is left knowing exactly how superfluous her actions were, stepping between Willard and SAint Walker, but regardless of how unnecessary (or stupid) she stubbornly clings to her belief it was the right thing to do. She didn't know what the others would do. Someone had to step in and do something and make sure nobody got hurt. It just hadn't occurred to her that that person didn't have to be her.

"Kinsey," she says apologetically. "Kinsey MacKenna. I'm the lead xenobiologist on this tub. That's Willard Smith. He was one of the team running this lab. He called the alarm this morning before everything fell apart.. oh gosh. How is the rest of the station? There were explosions."

Her concern moving past the fact that Saint Walker just crushed a gun with a thought, or that Razer was something of a ninja with those blades of his, and for some reason they were both terribly interested in Willard - who, it might be, had likely sabotagued this lab, if not the entire station. Which was, ultimately where her thoughts were now, confronting Willard, "What did you do? Why, Willard. Why would you destroy all our work. Put all these people in harms way? You were going to run out on us. You wanted me to leave Zeke behind."

Saint Walker has posed:
Walker frowns deeply as Razer explains the charges. "Those are some seriously bad things," he remarks thoughtfully before attending to Kinsey, that little feeling in the back of his mind felt stronger, more than that, the woman had done a very brave and selfless thing stepping in front of the weapon.

"A Xenobiologist?" he says looking both pleased and amused. "Then this must be your lucky day," he offers a three fingered hand to her to shake. "It is a pleasure to meet you Kinsey McKenna," he says as though it were all one word.

With a thought he has his ring bring up a scan of the station sketching it out of blue light in front of them. "It seems like your science labs will need some repairs, but, I do not believe they will take too long to complete. My colleague has also been working dilligently to mitigate the damage, he is very good at what he does and I am sure he's seen everyone to safety. So, all will be well. As for Willard Smith, as Razer has said, it seems he is a terrorist not of your world here to halt your people's progress by destroying this station."

Willard, or W'lek as he was really called, spits. "You just couldn't leave, could you?" he demands of Kinsey. "Could haven gotten out of here... should have. Stupid barely evolved apes and your stupid primitive station..." he however doesn't fight the attempt to cuff him. What would be the point?

While W'lek rants Walker looks to Razer. "What are you planning to do with him?"

Razer has posed:
"Not my call," Razer says as he takes ahold of W'lek's arm in preparation to escort him off the station. "Atrocitus said to bring him in. It'll be up to him what happens." Not that the leader of the Red Lanterns is known for being merciful. He generally gives his Lanterns tasks and people to track down and that's about the extent of it. Their rings only have as much information as their leader sees fit to share with them.

"Xenobiologist. That explains why you asked what instead of who," Razer says, looking at Kinsey. "To answer your question from earlier, I'm Volkriegian. My world is far out on the rim, beyond what your technology allows you to even fathom exists."

With that, he gives Saint Walker a nod. "Until next time. I'm going to get out of range so I can use my ring." With that, he turns to escort W'lek out of the destroyed lab.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"Xeneobiologist," Kinsey agrees with a grin that encompasses both of Razer and Saint Walker. "Though most of the alien I've seen has been in petri dishes up to this point."

It wasn't like aliens were unknown, or non-existent on earth - she'd just not run into them.

Saint Walker's hand is given a shake, with another of those grins. "Maybe a little more foolish than brave. But I didn't know you two were - well, you didn't need my help. But better safe than sorry, right? Someone has to do the right thing. Besides, I couldn't let him shoot you."

She couldn't. She really just couldn't. Not without trying to stop it.

"I guess this is where I say thank-you? Even though I just work here. Things could have been a lot worse." Zeke gets a reassuring nod. "But they weren't."

Willard, again, is looked at, as Kinsey just shakes her head. "We're not so different from you. We could have done so much if you'd just worked with us. Made both our worlds better places."

Razer nodded to, and thanked again. "I guess if I'm ever in the neighbourhood," she jokes, "I'll look you up. Come for coffee and cookies. I'll bring the cookies. I think they'd travel better."

Then back to Saint Walker, "And I suppose someone should make sure Zeke gets to the staging ground for evactuation. Unless there's something more I can do for you?" Zeke, she noted, was still a bit dazed by it all, and would likely need a little bit of a vacation from this experience. Besides, the lab was going to need some TLC before it was operational again.

Which, oddly enough, has her smiling to herself. The lab was going to need rebuilding. How often did you get a chance like this? To rebuild a lab of this calibre to your own specs? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, even if it had come at a cost.

Saint Walker has posed:
Walker smiles brightly, a strange expression on his very much inhuman face. "Your efforts to save me are appreciated, and yes, I would say it is best that you and your friend Zeke got to a safer part of the station. However as I am likely to remain in the sector for awhile perhaps we can speak again."

W'lex just scowls at Kinsey. "Not so dfifferent? Ha!" he bites out. "What can your world ever hope to offer mine?"

As for Razer, Walker regards him sternly as he says in a resigned tone. "Unfortunatley, I cannot allow you to simply depart with your prisoner. Atrocitus has a certain reputation, and I cannot allow any life, even those of criminals to be taken lightly. However, as I do not wish to fight you I propose we put the matter before the sector's Green Lantern, and let him decide what is just in this circumstance. You have my word I will abide by his decision."

Razer has posed:
Thankfully the translater turned coffee and cookies into something comparable from his world. Razer doesn't actually smile but he does head for that door.

Until the saint had to meddle in affairs that were none of his concern.

Razer turned toward him, eyes narrowing. "Since you wouldn't even know who he is or what he had done, I'm not sure you have say in this matter. However, out of respect for the Green Lantern here, I will go by your wishes. I will not wait here though with no powers. I will take him with me to the moon orbiting this planet. There I will await your communication."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"I think I'd like that," Kinsey tells him. "Brother Walker." Her golden brown eyes twinkling as she borrows his phrasing.

Willard is told, "What can we hope to offer? Everything. Everything we know that's different than your world. Ourselves. Our understanding of things. Don't you understand how amazing it is that we're all so different, and yet so alike? You lived with us. You were one of us. I don't understand how that doesn't affect you."

Shaking her head, she's about to collect Zeke when the rest of the conversation takes a slight downhill turn, a turn that seems to hinge on this Atrocitus person. A name that really did bring to mine 'atrocity', and already had Kinsey's skin crawling just that little bit.

"Uh.. okay. I hate to step in here, but I have to agree with Mr. Walker here. We don't - I can't just let you take someone off to what I'm assuming sounds like their death and not say something." Not to mention, she's just a tiny bit concerned she may have to step inbetween the pair until Razer relents and agrees to let.. "Wait, there's another of you?"

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Walking into the middle of the stressful encounter, Hal Jordan, breathing hard, leans against the nearest bulkhead, and smiles at Razer first, then over at Saint Walker. "So." Deep breath. "Phew. What did I miss?" Looking around, and taking a moment to use his ring to remove the soot and dirt from his uniform, Hal shrugs.

    Hal then smiles, and says, "Green Lantern. Nice to meet you," Directly at Kinsey... "Seems your station here needs a few repairs. Hope I helped." Turning that dashing, "Top Gun" smile on her, Hal adds, "Happen to know if there is anyplace to grab a beer around here?"

Saint Walker has posed:
There is a pleased smile when she uses his words on him. "Then I shall look forward to it, sister."

Willard for his part doesn't respond he just lowers his head and growls to Razer, "Just take me out of here already," apparently death is preferable to incessant cheeriness from not one but two aliens.

"Those terms are agreeable," Walker says to Razer giving the younger Lantern a solemn nod. "I will be in touch shortly."

As for Kinsey's concerns, he says "I trust Razer will keep his word and W'lek's face will be decided fairly." Her question has him smiling however, "Yes, one more..." Hal chooses that moment to walk in. "That one as a matter of fact."

"Greetings brother, your timing is excellent."

Razer has posed:
"The universe is conspiring against me," is muttered. It came from Razer although the sentiments might be echoed by Willard. While they are very different people with very different viewpoints on right and wrong, on this they agree: Cheerfulness is horrifying.

When Hal introduces himself that way, Razer takes the cue not to use the name he knows for the man. Some of them use secret identities, after all. "Saint Walker does not wish for me to take my prisoner. I was sent here to find him by Atrocitus but the Blue fears that something bad will be done to the biological warfaring terrorist."

Perhaps he is a bit displeased at having his mission intefered with. In additionto being stuck wearing brown and having no access to his Red Lantern abilities. "And the human agrees with him. That one." He points at Kinsey. "Not that one." He points at Zeke who does his best to just blend into the furniture. Although now that he's healed, Zeke realizes he can head for the zetaport and does just that, intending to get off this station for a few weeks.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Kinsey is probably lucky that she's not aware of the ire sent her way on the basis of her cheerfulness. "Uh. Hi? I guess. And it's not my station. It's barely my lab, but thank-you anyway?" Her head is tilted at the Green Lantern both in thanks, and in amusement.

"We have a recreational area, but I suspect it's pretty damaged right now. You'd have to head back to earth. I know a few places you can get a good beer. And wow. Me and a room full of aliens. This is just.."

She doesn't finish the thought, because the ringed ones move onto business, and Razer is pointing at her, leaving Kinsey to blink. "Well, yes. Of course I agree with him," she speaks up. "If all you're doing is taking him off to a certain fate. I don't happen to agree with the death penalty, and while I admit I don't know this Atrocitous of yours, I'm getting the impression it's not too far off to assume he's not all that forgiving when it comes to criminals."

She'd protest Zeke's leaving, but the man wandering off actually solves a few problems. Like the fact that as long as he's in the room she's had to be quite certain to be rather more positive than normal so that he felt safe and okay.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    "Timing is usually not my strong suit, but glad I could be on time for once." Hal smiles at Walker. "Looks like things are all wrapped up here then." Hal stands up straight and crosses his arms across his chest. Looking over at Razer, Hal says, "Chin up kid. I am sure it isn't conspiring against you."

    Nodding at Razer's words, Hal says, "Ah." Frowning, Hal takes a quick second to glance over at Walker, and then back to Razer. "Well, Razer, Atrocitus isn't the most...shall we say, fair judge, jury and...well, you know." Looking at this "terrorist, Hal takes a moment, before continuing.

    "I see a lot went down while I was away." Hal walks forward, and looks at where Razer was pointing. After she speaks for a few seconds, Hal pauses, raises his ring hand, and says, "I see. Thank you. Ms...?"

Saint Walker has posed:
"Indeed," Walker says to Razer. "He has done many horrible things, but that does not mean he does not deserve mercy, he is a living being and should be given the right to seek redemption for what he has done."

"Glad to provide you with such an opportunity," Walker says with an easy smile and humour in his eyes. He does however add to Hal's words to Razer offering, "And if it is perhaps it is conspiring to offer you a new perspective."

W'lek just groans.

Walker nods his agreement with Kinsey's argument against taking the prisoner away. "Exactly," he says then looks to Hal. "I was hoping brother that you might play the role of judge in this matter, as you are this sector's Lantern and decide who should take the prisoner."

Razer has posed:
"If you want to take him to Oa, that's fine. As long as he faces judgement somewhere. But he is not just walking away from this," Razer says, a hint of annoyance in his tone as he waves a hand at the wreckage all around them from the sabotage to the station's lab.

"I'm certain your Guardians would be much more forgiving than Atrocitus." The sarcasm is strong with this one.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"Kinsey," she tells Hal. "Kinsey MachKenna. But unless we're being formal, you can call me Kinsey." A grin. "And if we're being formal, you can call me.. Kinsey." There's a small laugh with that, before she sobers. "I'm the station's lead xenobiologist. This was my lab. Heavy on the was," as she looks around surveying the damage.

As the discussion amongst the others continues, she sighs. "Okay. Seeing as you're all guests here on this station, I really do have to protest the fact that you're talking about the man like he's a piece of meat. I'm sorry. He might be a criminal, but we have proceedures for this, and I'm not really convinced any of you have authority to just walk off with him. Especially given what I'm hearing."

She'd suggest they talk somewhere else, but here might be the safest, and most secure (confidentially speaking) spot on the station at the moment.

"I can assure you, he would receive the full treatment of the law on earth. Though this is the Canadian station, and they do not participate in extradition treaties with countries or planets where the prisoner is facing the death penalty. I think we need to step back a moment and actually consider the relevant laws here."

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Hal Jordan listens to the wisdom of Saint Walker. "I see. Well, Saint Walker, I guess it is within my purview, but I am no judge. That way leads to a short cliff I don't want to jump off of." Hal Jordan sighs, and looks at everyone present. Finally his eyes rest on Razer, and Hal smiles, ever so slightly. "First of all I am new to this event. I take it the man we are speaking of here is not human?"

    Hal Jordan sees everyone's expression, and he nods. "Right. Has the decision come about that Earth justice can't handle it? Alpha Flight or SHIELD perhaps? I am hesitant to have him sit in the Sciencells for the next couple of decades when Earth Justice may be just as good."

    Hal Jordan smiles at Kinsey, and says, with a strange expression. "Kinsey. Nice to meet you then. Lead Xenobiologist? Right." Then, the rest of what she has to say. "Sounds about right to me. Laws. Earth. Jurisdiction." A pause, and his eyes find the Red Lantern. "Razer? If I guaranteed a trial here that would be Just and True, would you go for it?" He looks over at Walker for support.

Saint Walker has posed:
"Correct," Walker says to Hal. "He is not human he is," his ring runs a blue light over him reporting back: "Subject is a Sneeper with significant surgical alteration."

"A Sneeper," Walker says. "A Sneeper sleeper it would appear." Unable to avoid a little light humour to brighten a dark situation.

"And you show wisdom brother, it is a short road if those who enforce the laws are also who pass judgment. I should have seen that. Though a trial on Oa would I think suffice."

However KInsey's words sway Walker too. "True, this is Earth's station and he did try to do harm to it and it's people. I believe I could accept that it was humanity's place to judge him." He looks to W'lek. "It might even be an opportunity to learn there are no lesser races, just ones who have not had the chance to advance yet."

Razer has posed:
Three against one. And him without his ring functioning.

Razer is intelligent enough to realize there is no winning this one. "Fine. However, if Earth does not find him guilty, or choose to release him for whatever reason, he has five other sectors where he committed crimes so he will be given over to the custody of the Red Lanterns. Consider this a hold for extradition."

He frowns darkly as he releases W'lek's arm. "He's all yours. Now I am going to put some distance between us. I've had enough of this state." He glances down at himself and frowns. "As always, it has been interesting, Green Lantern. Saint Walker." He nods to each in turn then finally to Kinsey. "Kinsey MacKenna."

Maybe this time he'll make it out the door.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"Alpha Flight," Kinsey says firmly. "They're the Canadian representatives. The station is rightfully under their jurisdiction. They may chose to deal with SHIELD, but you'd create an international incident if you bypassed them."

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Watching as Razer leaves, Hal Jordan nods, and says, "Well then Ms. Kinsey. He's all yours." Hal Jordan smiles and starts to float off the ground. "I need to go as well." Looking over at Saint Walker. "We need to catch up. SOon." With that Hal heads out into the vastness of space.

Saint Walker has posed:
Razer does get to leave this time at least, Walker makes no move to stop him. "We shall meet again soon," though he promises to likely to the Red Lantern's chagrin.

Then when the prisoner is left to Kinsey he says, "Shall I help you find suitable accomodations for your guest and provide any explanations that might be required?" he asks her suspecting this Alpha Flight might just have a few questions about what had happened here.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Kinsey rubs fingers against the back of her neck. "I suppose Will - W'lek enters security and we contact a representative of Alpha Flight," she says as things begins to clear and the tension dies down as much as it's going to.

"I'm sure they'll have questions." More than a few, she suspects, given the state of the station. "I'd appreciate your help, thank-you."

Saint Walker has posed:
Walker inclines his head. "Very well, I will be happy to provide." he says before nodding to W'lek. "Come along, we'll make sure you are comfortable during your stay."

Then to Kinsey, he says, "Also, I believe you mentioned cookies..."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Kinsey laughs softly. "I'm sure I have a stash in my quarters. We'll make sure you have cookies before you depart." And with that, the two deal with their respective bits of tending to the prisoner, Kinsey still a little boggled at how she ended up negoatiating that turn of events, but not displeased with the outcome.