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There was a loud clang as the door to the holding area opened,the two guards posted outside chuckled and mumbled a few things to their comrades.Two more men came into view,holding an averaged sized man with short brown hair that was slightly crusted with drying blood.Despite the man's short frame,the two were obviously struggling to haul his armored form to their destination,but still they smiled as they made a few short jokes about the foolish SOOC and their useless operatives,all the while holding the limp man between them as if he were little more than a heavy rag doll. One of the posted guards shackled his leg with a chain and then moved to attach it to one of the remaining mounts in the room.
The guard came back out and nodded to his comrade and clapped him on the back and the two men dragged their prisoner into the room. As the men were readying to drop their captive the brown haired man shook his head.

Baellys opened his pale blue eyes that nearly seemed to glow,for a brief instant wondering what had happened,then he realized that he was being roughly held by two of the men that had attacked him. His whole body tensed,which took the men by surprise,for they were readying to simply throw him,before the could respond Baellys let out a savage roar and brought his left elbow up into one of his captors' throat.The man fell back gagging and struggling desperately for air as Baellys arced back with his left and hooked the other man in the jaw,a satisfying crack reverberating beneath his knuckles,he then pivoted on his left foot and went to roundhouse kick the man but staggered,he was still chained to the unyielding mount a few feet away.He turned back just in time to see a fist crash into his temple,he stumbled back,trying to regain his bearing,shaking his head he sighted his prey,only something caught him in the head.There was an explosion of pain,and it seemed as if light flashed before his eyes.He felt himself hit the ground with jarring force and lay there stunned for a few moments.
The guards quickly dragged their dead comrade,who had suffocated,out of the room and slammed and locked the doors shouting,"You're lucky the boss wants you alive!",as they retreated.

Baellys shook his head trying to clear the haze from his vision,he sat up,a bit shaky yet,and he spit a mouthful of blood on the ground,but his adrenaline was quickly soaking the shock up,looking around he noted his helmet sitting next to him.
"Bastards...with my own helmet...",he whispered as he grabbed the helmet and locked it back into place over his head.
His armor pulsed,filling the room with an eerie,blue light for a moment as it powered back up before going dark once more.

Finally he stood and took another look around the room,he noted Lance Corporal Taleth,whom he gave a dark look beneath his helmet, and Private Nym's presence first,She didn't look good and he wished that he could ease her mind as his eyes rested on the civilians,they mattered little too him.
Grimacing at the thought of having to pull them through this he finally sighted the Staff Sergeant.
He walked as close as he could and sketched a salute before crouching down into a kneel.
"Sir!",he said,glad to see at least a few others made it,"Are you all that survived and what the Hell happened Sir?!"
He was furious that things had gone so awry,and that he hadn't been where he would have been needed most,but most of all the sense,no the knowledge of betrayal gnawed at him.No one should have known where he had been going.