Instead of sticking one arm out like an idiot through the vent, Straf decided to cautiously placed his head near the opening. He hoped to check whether the room he was about to drop into was on fire or not, or that he wouldn't be surrounded by blasters pointing at him as he dropped from the vent should he succeed in freeing himself.

Seeing no other real options, Andros charged the group of troopers while firing his training blaster. Hopefully he would be able to barrel through them and find a better exit. He hoped they could make it out before the whole building collapsed.

Valpine decided there were no real way to get through this except forward with training blaster raised and firing as she charged forward. She decided it might even best to head through with flames trying she moved erratically forward in a attempt to dodge any blasts that came.

Peering out into the space beyond the claustrophobic vents, Straf was awarded with an almost identical picture to the room he had been shoved in before the explosion. The major difference was the lack of a closed door which lay blown off its hinges and the dead body laying at the end, its eyes staring pleadingly towards Straf with their death stare.

Listening for any sound of life, only the echoes of flames crackling rampantly and the blaring constant of sirens answered him giving a pretty good indicator that he was absolutely alone for now. Working the vent cap free with another kick, Straf was rewarded with it falling clean off this time to land extravagantly loud on the concrete ground below causing him to pause to see if it attracted any unwanted attention.

When no one appeared, he continued to lower himself unto the ground leaving him alone in another janitorial closet arrayed with a mostly clean uniform of slate grey similar to that of a technicians and a data pad which was unpowered lying on the wall on a mag-lock.

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Standing their ground, the first medic was toppled backwards just as he fired straight into Andros chest leaving a residue of warped plastek and scorched fabric beneath as the heat transferred into his body with unbearable agony that did nothing to slow down his momentum as he continued to barrel forwards, almost tripping over a medical satchel.

With one down and two left, Andros was left exposed to the trooper who had a clear shot towards him yet even as Andros closed his eyes in expectance of the kill shot, it never came. Valpines blaster coughed into existence next to him causing both the other medic and the trooper to hug cover spoiling their shot. Continuing to travel down the corridor, they impacted harmlessly against the heavily armored form approaching slowly.

Bounding forward with each step, small clouds of ice dust kicked off the soldiers back pack as the cylinders churned their vile contents. Firing a single blast, a thick stream of void cold air hit both recruits at extreme range with enough violence to cause flesh to peel away, blood to begin streaming from pounding sinuses, and eyelids to freeze in place as the sensitive blood vessels sloughed to a crawl.

While the corridors pillars provided directional protection from the blaster fire, it did nothing to protect against the blast of ice which froze both medics, their patient, and the trooper in place. Sparkling with crystal-blue flashes, the sculpture like edifice of the frozen personnel were trapped in place, their previous moments permanently fixated upon their faces by their unknowing executioner. Apparently the Academy's garrison didn't give as much for the expendable lives of the non-military personnel almost as much as Straf and Andros did for the recruits earlier.

Straf shook his head, glad that he was rewarded at least for the trek through the vent. He began to think of a new name for himself as the technician as he changed into the uniform. "Hmm... how about Lance? Yeah, Lance the technician." He composed himself as he grabbed the data pad, then switched his expression to that of a frightened one. "Oh no, my friend Mike just got killed by the explosion! I need to get help!" He walked to the door, then waited for a moment. Noticing that he was a bit unscathed for the role, Straf threw himself at the floor and the walls of the room, not to do damage to himself but to dirty his uniform and to give himself a scruffed up look, maybe even a surface cut. After a bit he was satisfied with the dirty level of his new clothing, and walked out the door, switching back to his frightened and desperate look while looking for an exit or signs of anyone around.

Andros clutched at his chest from the blaster shot. He was still trying to figure out how he survived that shot when he felt the icy blast burn and blister his skin. He limped away in the opposite direction of the 'cryo trooper' hoping to distance himself from any further harm. "We *gasping* need to ...... get out of here!" How did things go so wrong on this challenge! If they weren't killed here and now they might just face a firing squad for all the carnage that they were being blamed for!

Things had gotten from bad to worse she could feel some of the skin of her abdomen peel as the ice partially "Bit" through her armor she wanted to yell out but kept her voice down as she began back tracking She gritted her teeth as he could feel the cold come over her It felt similar to that Inquisitor and her own aura she had she cursed and began back tracking down now looking for another way our for her and Andros another hall besides the one she came through or possibly another room. She kept her blaster raised in her bionic arm as she Continued attempting to move she could see Andros having trouble she grabbed his arm to assist him in moving as they wen't.

The corridors were a mess of knocked down debris, discarded materials and documents which slowly gave way to a few corpses consisting of trauma and burn cases. Almost no evidence of anyone living as klaxons continued to throb irritatingly loud broken only by sealed blast-doors which barred entrance to many sections of the facility, presumably because they were on fire.

With further entrance into the facility barred for the most part, Straf would have no option but to escape the structure for the mean time and hope he could link up with the others or at least achieve the objective and perhaps find a weapon of some sort.

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Pulling back the way they had come, there exit was blocked as a trio of black armored troopers came out of the stairwell with weapons raised. Yet escape still seemed possible as a service elevator next to them opened up to the surprise of both the occupant on board carrying a bright white flag and the troopers/survivors in the hallway.

However his surprise was short lived as he was hastily thrown out into the corridor to make room for Valpine and Andros in the tightly packed vessel which began to rapidly descend before the safety latch was even lowered into position. Traveling at speed towards the bowels of the installation, their ride came to an abrupt and sudden halt which forced both onto the ground with Valpine on top . . .

Straf sighed. "So much for getting the flags before they burn." He tend looked around for a suitable exit out of this furnace. He had thought about getting his hands on a weapon, but decided that it would go against his image of a frighten technician so he didn't try to hard to look for one. Straf continued forward, hoping for some way to get out of the corridors of corpses and debris.

"Ugh get off me Valpine!" Pushing her aside he slowly got up, still sore from the quick escape and wounds he just received minutes earlier. He looked around trying to determine what caused the sudden stop. He looked for a possible escape hatch or even a com unit, but he wasn't sure what he would even do with a com unit available!