Emergency Medical Evacuation

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Departure is ASAP.

We're retrieving several children and a team led by MacInnis. There is, at this time, no sign of pursuit from Mistra. They have a member of the team currently keeping some of the local weather on the active side to grant them extra cover, just in case.

Jetstream is prepping the Blackbird now and Cable will be joining us for this as well.

Beast, you're in. Nab Madelyn as well, you're going to need the back up. We're looking at bringing back six kids (they were en route to a Mistra conditioning facility and are likely to have been sedated to be kept quiet) as well as the team that retrieved them. Injuries among the adults range from severe to light, no known status on the kids other than no serious emergencies. If you need help transporting medical supplies to the Blackbird, nab whoever you need.

Nightcrawler - Storm is letting me nab you for this, in case of emergency teleport needs. You'll be part of the team.

Kylun - we're looking at winter and blizzard like weather. We'll be needing your particular talents and knowledge for this sort of situation on this one.

All right.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

We've got three hours, maybe, before the Blackbird gets back here. They have probably a dozen wounded aboard, some serious.

I need everyone ready to help get them off the plane and to the medlab as soon as it touches down. Moira's coordinating in the medlab - I had Clarice get her back over here.

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[x-kylun.livejournal.com]

My apologies if this journal is not the place for such discussion, but it seemed to me that the subject of today's events is not yet one for the general population of the school.

I am . . . I do not think "troubled" is the word . . . but this Mistra group makes me thoughtful; the more that I learn of them, the more I come to believe that they are . . . something my home might have been, or might have become under less wise a guiding hand than Zz'ria's. We, too, took in children, the abandoned and the orphaned, and trained them to fight in a conflict outside the knowledge of common humanity; once, what seems very long ago, I was such a child. We, too, had strict rules and rigid discipline, and it might be said that we, too, were indoctrinated in our beliefs.

There were differences, of course; we retained our freedom of choice, and those who found the life of the monastery too harsh or restrictive were allowed to leave. But it is the similarities that I see tonight. I fought a man today who might well have been myself, in a different life; and although his soul is darkened, his mind shackled, there was yet that in him which yearned for better things, which regretted the path he had been made to walk. There was a desperation in his fighting that was not, I think, solely due to finding himself overmatched.

I . . . am not sure what to think about this; perhaps it would be best if I spoke to Nathan, when he wakes and is ready to do so. But I begin to feel a responsibility, not only to the children in need of rescue, but also the adults, who but for a chance turning of the Circle I might have called my brothers and sisters.