Kyle's feet hit the dirt before the dropship's landing gear. He dashed for the Command center, his heart in his chest. The building was mostly intact, a section of the center's outer hull had been ripped away by a powerful blast. A pair of SCVs were working to patch up the damage, while the others were continuing to load minerals and canisters of Vespine gas onto the heavy transports.
Kyle dashed into the airlock but the tight space forced him to slow down. Clair, you HAVE to be alright. He thought as he popped the seal on his helmet. The airlock finished cycling and he advanced into the command center proper.
Clair stood waiting for him, a wan smile crossed her face. Her auburn hair was messy and her face was covered in soot and grease but her emerald, green eyes shone through. She was petite but not frail, and a bit on the short side. Kyle nearly crushed the Terran woman as he pulled her into a power suit bear hug.
"I'm fine you big lug! Now put me down!" She childed.
Kyle released her carefully, "What happened? The place is more shot up then New Gettysburg!"
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