You know, Sharron didn't avaoid all that many walls...

James Orcist Rayner said:
Command HQ - Northern Sector

Adrian found himself surrounded by Acadamy guards, all of whom were unloading weapons from arms trucks, loading up on top of hover-tanks and gliding off, or otherwise. At the center of the Chaos, The Headmistress was directing traffic to various sectors. She saluted him.

"Good, You're here. I need you to hold down this point, Mr.Drake. We need someone with organizational experience making sure our men get directed to the right locations. I need to go reinforce our center while we bunker down and wait for reinforcements. Any questions?"

Sharron (His secretary) had left as the situation was rolled out... and frankly it was a funny situation. He was a well acomplished fighter pilot/s, and personal combatant/s, and now he was being asked to do logistics? This could show any degree of trust, yet now was not the time to show that he thought he was being under-utilized.

Turning to the Headmistress he asked. "Just one question: Care to flip on us seeing the worst of this battle before the week is done?" (Funnily enough being in two places at once didn't have to mean he had to be at odds with himself over things.)

[Conditional: The Headmistress flipping the coin.]

Adrian's lighter half catches the coin in an open palm, and starts issuing orders in his jovial voice either in person or via whatever communication gear is around.

"Blue Sector? This Adrian Drake taking the old helm. Watch out for those heavy anti-personell units coming in from Brown Sector. Could be a bit sticky if you don't."

His other half becomes a miser in the truest sense of the word.

"Got a requisition order do we? What's this? More thermal ordinance? NAH! What you need is the concussive stuff, they almost never get intercepted, an' the dirt-sniffers never could set up to shug 'em off proper. Twenty cases ta Green Sector, MOVE IT!"

When Adrian put his mind to something, it was a happy land...

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Senior Fleet Lt. Myra said:
20m from the Bus
Myrs lets slip another Universal expletive as Ichak's information settles her question of staying or going. Gathering up the equipment she's grabbed from the Earthwaker, she ducks around to the bus-ward side of the car, then dashes back to a position near the bus. She calls out to anyone still in the bus "There are more enemies, more heavily armed, approaching from that direction. Everyone get into the alley now!" She then turns her attention back to the remaining zealots, preparing to buy her classmates some time to withdraw.

Frank, with or without Jean, was allready hauling off for said alley. After all, when they don't want to talk, and you can't stand up to people in any kind of a real fight, what have you got left?