Imperial Disarray

[Madotsuki]

The locks must've been electronic, since now everything was open. Madeline led the dreamer to one of the warehouses, where weapons were packed away until they were scheduled for delivery. Much like the factory, everything was covered in rust, except for the weapons themselves, which stood out like a sore thumb. The lighting was minimal and yellowish, which, combined with the rust, gave the place an overall dead look, as if this building was made during a zombie apocalypse. The freedom fighter walked over to a crate, pulled a crowbar out from her satchel, and yanked on the lid until the top popped off. She dug into the pile of weapons and pulled out an SMG. Strapping the gun to her back, she grabbed a pistol and tossed it over to Madotsuki, who caught it in midair. "Nice catch," she said, opening another crate.

"While we wait for the others to arrive, we should probably be prepping the crates and such." Madeline's gave wavered over to Madotsuki's injured shoulder, which was still smoking. The air smelt of burnt roadkill. "And by we, I mean me, since you don't appear to be in any condition to be helping me out here. It's totally okay, though." She started walking further into the warehouse, but paused and turned back to the dreamer, like she had been trying to find what to say and finally found it. "I wouldn't worry about that wound too... much. I heard that Primes heal much faster than normal people. ...They didn't say how fast, but I bet you'll feel much better tomorrow." And with that, she disappeared into the darkness, her call of "just keep a lookout for me, okay?" echoing through the cavernous building.

Madotsuki was half-wishing that something would just happen already. In the space of one hour, the only notable occurrence were rats crawling underneath cracks in the wall and Madeline losing her balance somewhere deep within the warehouse and causing a huge ruckus. She was going to check on the rebel, but she had assured her that she was okay. Those things weren't the type of "something" she was hoping for, though; she was thinking something along the line of the rest of the group finally arriving, or even Stormtroopers coming to investigate. Just something so she could stop thinking about what could've possibly been holding up the others. Were they dead? As the seconds ticked on, her mind started to wander into darker places. What if the robots in the scrapyards caught them? But if anything about this wait was good, it was that her wound had finally stopped hurting.

Lights suddenly shone from around the corner, and Madotsuki backed up against a wall. Holding her breath, she watched as a old diesel truck pulled into the warehouse and slowed to a stop. There appeared to be some sort of decal on the side of the vehicle, but it had been hastily spray-painted over to try and hide it. The doors opened, and Madotsuki breathed a sigh of relief as Rush and Svia exited. Rush turned to the dreamer and grinned, showing that he had a tooth or two knocked out of him. "Did'ya miss us? Sorry it took so long, but..." He glanced at Svia, who now had a black eye. "...We had a few complications. Anyway, where's Madeline gone off to?" Madotsuki pointed into the darkness, and Rush faded into the black.