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She blinks hard, sniffs then nods in an awfully cute kind of way, like a little girl sent off to some remote relatives she barely knows, but keeps looking back at Liam repeatedly.

Until the door slides shut and she (and the others in pod 1) disappear behind blank and blind plasteel surface. Less than a minute later it has accelerated out if the station and presumably back towards safety.

@Liam: +1 FP to get your lady friend? Darling? Patient? Out of this mess.

Cecil goes wide eyed and teary the.moment MacGyver starts to (gently-yet-determindedly) towards the tube (and away from Liam).
"Nononono, please *sob*.
I wanna stay with Li, please-no!"
She is not really putting up much if a fight mind you, she is not even actually struggling and even trodding along.
But she is sobbing and tearing all the while - although even that is getting weaker and weaker the closer you get her to the pod.

With a scream like a startled child, Cecil snaps round and tries to focus Liam with bloodshot, bleary eyes.
Clearly having trouble catching up to reality, she practically fails forward into motion under the (well-imitated) shouting of some NCO or Commissar mauling you out for neglection of duty - the one thing everyone in the Guard after basic will do virtually everything to avoid.

She robotically grabs for the offered (and by now rather short) belt of heavy bolter ammo, fumbles for a moment, then grabs it properly before it can hit the ground and shoulders it.

The moment of jerking and reflexively grabbing seems to have further pulled her towards the surface of the deep well she found herself trapped in and her gaze clears somewhat.

She looks at Liam with a flicker of understanding and a quite different flavor of fear in her expression.
"L...Li? Wh...What?"

"On my way, Li!", Cecil shouts and soon comes into the still partially smoke covered emplacement with a running jump, a few tracer rounds searching but missing her.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in the long ammo belt attached to Liam's heavy weapon.
"You got to be kidding me! How much luck can you have, really!
Oh I can already hear Kenneth's sermon about how the Emperor provides and protects and all that building up..."
She sniggers and flips the chin length mess of hair out of her face with a shake of the helmeted head. She shortly addresses MacGyver before settling in at Liam's side, hefting the heavy belting several neatly ordered folds over her right shoulder.
"Li and I got this. Go ahead scout, find us a way out of this crappy s$~# show, pretty please - oh look, there's Simmins coming!"
She points at the rushing tank buster with his meltagun drawn, as he just draws level with the emplacement.

"Ahhhrgh-huh?!"
Cecil struggles a second or so before her mind catches up and finds herself, once again, being saved by Liam.

"By the Throne, Li, that was ... ", she gives you a very passionate gaze, "timely intervention."
Then she looks down at the panting trooper and smiles wickedly.
"Now, now. Man up. Ya don't wanna screw up that most manly impression you just gave by whining about on the floor, eh?"

She gets her las rifle up and follows MacGyver's lead and sends a frag grenade towards the heavy bolter nest.
Clearly she isnt as over that near death experience as she tries to make everyone believe. Her throw, while not as miserable as MacGyver's, is also quite off target. While the Scout's fire bomb is also disappearing into the abyss below, her frag grenade is barely landing atop the walkway, slightly overshooting the gun nest.

Trooper Cecil's voice pop up in your com-bead.
<< Cecil to Probe-One.
In position.
Waiting for the word. >>

With a quick haul, Liam pulls Cecil up after himself.
Rolling over the ledge and onto her back with a groan, the female trooper grins at Liam nevertheless.

Cecil squeezes past the bulky Anatoly to follow Liam up.
She slings her lasgun back around and tries to haul herself up after Liam.
But clearly the day has taken its toll on her strength reserves and she does not have enough left to do a free dangling uplift.
Through clenched teeth and annoyance in her voice, she calls out after Liam.
"C..Could r..really need a h..hand, here, Li"

Cecil splashes a bit of water from her canteen into her sweaty face then redoes her tight-wrapped hair before slaming home a new pack into her lasgun.
"Last fresh one, Sir.
One half empty, the other with only a few shots left in it.
Let's hope there are not that many targets, eh?"

"Uargh, this things looks like it crept out from a hive latrine.
Die!"
Cecil is determined to see it gone - but her aim isn't as true as it had been before.
Jumping at the father's words and swinging around hastily to acquire a target probably is not helping the matter.

Cecil has sticked with Liam and at his whisper casually turned and lowered into a firing position.
"You're right, we have company gain.
They don't move like those loonies from before.
Stealthy as Demo-Man himself.
I count at least fi-no, eight.
Spread out, advanving individually.
Closest one crosses the 50 meter mark... now."

"The wh-oh. Ohhhh! Got'ya, smartpants!"
She ducks back and out of sight of the remaining attackers and grabs the grenade, making ready for the toss, quickly counting down from five with her fingers...

Cecil, having been hit by the flaming acid spittle as well, groans in pain as it eats into the left arm and she instinctively lets go of the (not-yet-primed!) grenade she was holding.
"Aaargh-dammit! Liam!
Why are you drawing attacks like a frigging magnet?
And why have I always have to be 'round when it happens?!
You-you-urgh."
Then she grabs her lasgun and drops into a firing position right next to Liam, moaning at every movement of her scorched arm.
It must be pretty uncomfortable actually, considering the exceedingly loud report of a heavy bolter in action.

"Aww, s#@+, here we go again."
With that Cecil braces her gun again and fires a shot from her lasgun.
*Crack*
1d100 ⇒ 67
But it falls short and also off target, hitting a statue at the pretty far off wall.

"Whaa-"
Is all Cecil can say as she is unexpectedly tackled aside by the decidedly more massive Liam and crashes to the ground, helmeted head bouncing off the hard rockrete wall with a clang.
Then Liam is hit by shrapnel and then again by the edge of the expanding plasma-acid.

Her mouth agape, she stares up at the man who quite likely saved her life by risking his own right there and then.
Then she pulls hard on his leg, trying to bring him down into cover beside her.
"LIAM!
Enough.
Liam!
Get in cover you stupid, thrice-lucked bastard!"
With the other hand she pulls a krak grenade from her belt, pin still in but clearly ready to toss it at a moments notice.