Slowly Pax regained consciousness, realized she was lying on the altar in the unredeemed gardens of Vanya, Penumbra.
"Backstabbing bastards.. I never should've let my guard down like that." she muttered, her body was one big lump of aching meat. The brief memories of a lethal area nuke conjured by a familiar Nanomage Nano-technician followed by the smell of burnt flesh - her own - made her shudder. For another five minutes she lay there on the altar without moving a muscle, rememberring what happened.
She was deep in the Penumbra Forest, hunting down lone Shadow Demons to gather fragments of the Source when suddenly her comm bleeped. Between shots at an enraged demon that ambushed her moments earlier she opened the comm channel.
"You busy?" a familiar voice asked. She bet it was Simehiri. Pax dodged the claws of the monstrosity, sent a jarring burst its way that briefly stunned it - bought her enough time to answer.
"That depends on who's asking." she retorted. The demon continued its ferocious attacks, luckily for her most blows missed their target.
"Me." It was definately Simehiri.