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[Well. It sounds like a field trip is in order. And so much of the house has been called in.

Tear at least is a soldier like him, as is Asch. He doesn't mind acting out a duty as a soldier in this world, if it brings him closer to understanding this world's mysteries and gives him a chance at making a difference. And towards protecting those whose lives he's somehow ascribed value too.

Damn. All the other familiar names on the list do trouble him. Did they really have to be dragged into this affair? Natalia and Anise. Luke and Ion.

But Jade knows that it would be in vain to argue with the journals. All he can do is suit himself up and make the most of these twenty minutes, in terms of preparations.

"You will be teleported directly into combat."

He'll have himself fully suited up in record time, in his full military regalia and with his lance in hand. Then, it's a matter of making a rounds of the house as soon as possible - making sure that the rest of the house is awake and as prepared as possible.

Then, it's time to march to the teleporters. To battle once more.]

[The alarm is sudden and loud, and is enough to make Zuko suddenly sit up in bed. His journal has never done that before. Quickly rubbing the sleep from his eyes he opens it and... he's on the list. Along with his uncle and some others he knows.

Twenty minutes isn't exactly a lot of time.

Tossing away the sheets he quickly gets dressed and grabs his dao swords that he found in the weapons shop the other day.

The others in the house will probably hear him stomping across the floor as he makes his way out. He's had enough of the droids and doesn't exactly want to meet them again. Especially at this unholy hour of the morning. He'll grab something to eat from the kitchen and go out the door once he's ready and head for the teleporters.]

Fuck.

[Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did they say twenty minutes? Who's on the list? Him? Itachi?

Good thing they keep their things neatly organized for times like this, but fuck it... there's one pirate rocketing out of bed with three screeching cats, rudely displaced from on top of him, and diving for the closet.

... he knew it was too quiet!]

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[Yu was pretty sure he forgot what it was like to breathe for a moment.]

[There hadn't been anything like this since he had first arrived in this place, and he had blissfully managed to avoid the last draft. Other than a few annoying Shifts, things had been almost pleasant in Luceti, and for a moment he could almost forget that he was in a place that was actually dangerous.]

[That changed when he saw his name on the draft list.]

[He wanted to ignore it, to just try and test to see if the droids would actually come for him. After all, he had more important things to worry about than the Malnosso; Yukiko had been missing for the last few days, and no matter where he looked, he couldn't seem to find her. He didn't want to think she disappeared, not without telling him, but...]

[The alarm continuing made it hard for him to think, and he reluctantly grabbed what he thought might help him in a fight (namely, his glasses), and headed out. As much as he wanted to, tempted fate probably was not going to work in his favor right now.]

[Yu's face was his usual blank slate, an air of complete calm surrounding him. Only the attentive could tell this was a mask, however; that inside he was anything but calm and trying desperately to keep his mouth a straight line. And anyone looking close could see the white-knuckle grip he had on his glasses.]

[Loki is less than pleased to be startled awake at an unholy hour of the morning. He untangles himself from Rogue and they scramble out of bed. Loki shoos her off to see to her people with the promise that he'll wait for her at the teleporters.

Then it's an unholy, loud mess with Thor as they empty the house of food and fill water skins. Less than an hour of notice? The only other time it was like that was Vaskoth, and Loki is taking no chances. Every dagger he has comes with him, even all of the knives from the kitchen--you can never be too safe. Armor is properly put on, coffee is made, and then he and his brother head to the teleporters, coffee in one hand and bacon--honestly, Thor, bacon?--stuffed into sandwiches in the other.

He arrives at the teleporters with five minutes to spare and waits.]

[It was as though his nightmares had somehow jumped from his brain and into reality. Ion stared at the list and had to read over his own name three times before he realized it was really written there. After nearly a year of being free from the fear of being drafted, here it was happening again. And he only had 20 minutes. But there wasn't enough time in the world to prepare him for what was about to happen.]

[He could at least get dressed. That was something that didn't require much thought. After all, what else could he possibly bring to prepare himself with? He didn't have any weapons. He didn't own any armor. He had a staff for channeling fonic artes, but with his body, there's not a lot of good that could do. And yet he still prepares himself, leaving only 10 minutes before they would need to leave.]

[It's only then, watching as the others in the house busy themselves with preparing for battle, that it finally sinks in. And it takes nearly all the willpower he can muster to keep from fainting right there, his body shaking like a leaf. He doesn't want to go. But what choice does he have?]

[The sound of his journal blaring is not what Rudy expects to hear this late at night, and he immediately bolts awake. Quickly scanning the list, he notices his name... and stops at Jane's. As well as Jack.

Damn it, not now. Jack's barely settled in, and he hasn't had a chance to tell him everything that was important to mention. Namely dropping the bad news. Not to mention he'd wanted to talk with Jane later as well.

There's no time. Rudy immediately gets dressed, and grabs everything. His ARM, knife, any cartridges he has left - anything and everything necessary. After that, he's out in the main hall, knocking on both Jane and Jack's doors. For anyone else living in the Wind Building, he'll be available to chat with, although there's very little time. He's focusing inwardly on his breathing, gripping the right sleeve of his jacket in an attempt to remain calm; although, his tense, stiff posture plainly gives him away.]

[Krillin is awakened by the alarms and leaps to his feet, barely listening to the announcement. Vegeta had mentioned this was a possibility, and it was a chance to get to use some of those new techniques he'd been working on. Twenty minutes was plenty of time for the diminutive Z-Fighter to gather his things. A pack with bottles of water, a pouch with the single senzu bean he'd arrived with, a sword he'd picked up, and the Saiyan armor he'd found mysteriously in the clothing shop was all he really felt he needed.

Still, something about this didn't really sit well with him. Maybe he was just being pessimistic, but he just had a bad feeling about all this. A really, really bad feeling. He doesn't bother with flying as he heads out the door, no point in wasting energy if they're going to be dropped into combat.

Krillin walks briskly to the teleporters, muttering to himself the whole time. Once he does arrive, he starts stretching, a series of exercises from the Orin Temple as well as from King Kai...and then he raises his power level a bit, a white sheen of energy forming all around him.

It's go time.]

[ Raine had been asleep, but an alarm going off when one has intermittent headaches isn't exactly the most pleasant way to be alerted, either. A draft, after how long? It made sense, but at the same time...

Frowning, she does her best to ignore the sound as she scrolls down through her list. So many names, this time. Friends, acquaintances, students. Some notably missing names, and her own, right there on the list.

Right. Time to get dressed and gear up. At least that was something she could do quickly under the circumstances. And being teleported directly into battle implied that there wouldn't be a convenient rest area, either. And of course, she checks to see if her housemate is awake before she goes anywhere if he doesn't check in with her first during her preparations. ]

[The news came when he was at the Welcome Center, like he was so many nights. It'd been quiet lately and so he'd taken to painting rocks again. The sudden blaring announcement and the limited time had Souji shooting out of his chair immediately and running for the door.

His friends had been drafted - nearly everyone he knew well - and he wasn't about to let them go without him being prepared. As he ran to the house, he opened his journal and shot off a quick note to Cliff, Fayt and even Albel in case he was up.]

I'll meet you at the tunnels - look for white mountains on sky blue.

[Well the alarm certainly surprises Karis, enough to where she jumped enough to get her face first on the floor.] Oh archmages... [It's just like home...

The time span isn't too painful though, she's had to get ready for combat a lot sooner than that. With everything gathered, she'll stomp out of her apartment, down the stairs and to the teleporters, looking rather annoyed from such a rude awakening, but she's wide awake.]

[Well. That sounded bad.

Although there are some familiar names on the draft, he's relieved at a couple of names that he doesn't hear. There's no time to mull it over, of course- it's action time. Twenty minutes. That's more than enough time to get ready, snatch a few pieces of food and maybe a bottle or two of water out of the kitchen, and head over to the teleporters. There's no point in being quiet about it, though- that was loud enough to wake up the whole house, including the drooling log he shares a room with.

So much for a whole year without a draft.]

[Obi-Wan has been having a disgruntling month. The graying and beard growth was irritating. The tea unboiling was inconvenient. The lightsaber regression bordered on the limits of Obi-Wan's not-inconsiderable patience.

The announcement, hours before he normally woke, was just about all he needed.

He'd been here but two months, and already he was being reminded of events from his previous time here. Of Vaskoth. Of those horrific ghouls. Of Captain Rogers succumbing to the plague and overpowering him. Of the fateful decision to shoot a potentially harmless man for the good of the enclosure.

He did not like drafts. Not Obi-Wan.

Still, his lightsaber appeared to have returned to normal. Convenient. And his hair had stopped growing endlessly over a week prior. He would, at least, not be distracted.

He's going to waste little time gathering supplies, drawing his cloak around him, and informing Luke, Anakin, and Padme of his departure before heading to the teleporters. He'll at least try to put on a good front for the others. Better to build morale, at least.]

[White mountains on blue sky-- it was a distinct image, one that his mind easily grasped in the chaos. Wakefulness came quick with the sounding alarm, and Cliff was already dressed and snapping on his gauntlets with familiar ease when the message came.

He tossed the journal in with the rest of his gear instead of wasting time with a reply. They would find eachother, like always.

He found Fayt instead. Recollections of their last bout of unorganized combat together had the clarity of an icy wind in his mind.

His priorities were clear.]

How're you holding up?

[He asked, in a tone firm tone that was for once devoid of humor.]

_{[ Kirk is not an early riser, despite time in the academy and it's pseudo-military training. He is even less happy to be up when he finally registers what is being said. He had only been through one, and it had not been fun. He did not wish to go again, but his name was on that damn list. And he knew that fighting it would only cause more problems. Besides, maybe this was a chance to learn something, something they couldn't trapped inside their bird cage.

He got out of bed and tugged on his black pants and boots and, for the sake of his own comfort and mental security, worked into his yellow Star Fleet shirt (which holes newly made to fit his wings). It wasn't as if it gave him any real authority, but it did make him feel more confident, and that was something. He secured his phaser into the holster on his belt and moved to have goodbyes with Spock. This would happen mere months after they... no, don't think on it. It just made it harder.

Prepared, he headed out and through the streets to the teleporters, figuring anyone else out this early was one of the lucky chosen few. ]}

[How could she not be awake? Six (seven?) alarms all blaring at once, nothing she tries can shut it off, and within minutes she's in the living room (in her pajamas and robe, looking about as disheveled as she ever has) face-to-face with Colonel Curtiss. She hasn't seen the list yet.]

Jade, do you know anything about this?

You know, we have got to stop meeting like this.

_{[ Joking. Making light. Hiding behind false smiles, his eyes not reflecting his attempt at mirth. He was serious, inside, but for the moment he needed his shields, his own reassurances because honestly they had no idea what would face them on the other side.

He really hated going in blind. ]}

Well, I'm awake. [Fayt had jerked awake to the alarm, nearly falling out of his bed before the emergency broadcast cleared all sleepiness from his mind with it's urgency.

He'd jumped out of bed, throwing on clothes and strapping on his armor in record time, and Cliff will find him shoving things into a knapsack for the field, hair still a rumpled mess from the impromptu wake up call and clothes askew.] That's something, right? I think I have some granola bars stuffed in the cupboards somewhere, if we want breakfast on the go. [No time for anything more now. They should probably grab stuff they can carry easily for food, really... Who knew what food they'd find on the field.]

_{[ Kirk had been walking around, simply to expel nervous energy, nothing more. He wished it was a better kind of nervous. He wished he had his chair to sit in, his screens to better examine the data, to know what was coming or if not then make better, more logical guesses as to what. It didn't matter he wasn't really a captain down here. Didn't matter this wasn't his crew. It still made him uneasy...

He paused, seeing the glow around Krillin, thinking back toTrunks, and Vegeta - whom he had not seen in a long time, come to think of it. Of course, Krillin could be from a different world entirely. ]}

You one of the guys with powers, I take it?

_{[ Conversation. Maybe that would ease things. ]}

[A certain half Klingon housemate will be stomping out of her room before he leaves.]

You damn well better be careful, and come back in one piece.

[She says this with all seriousness as she stands there, arms folded, still in her night clothes.]

Yeah.

[Krillin keeps stretching, looking at the newcomer with a neutral expression. He wasn't feeling much ki in the guy, but the gun strapped to his waist looked pretty high tech. Maybe some sort of space man or gunslinger.

I've trained with some of the greatest fighters in my world. I just hope I can make a difference out there.

[He had scanned the list mechanically; he noticed very well that Nephry's name was the only absence. He was thankful for that much; she's a noncombatant.

He gives her a sober glance, looking just about ready to head out the door.]

Only as much as was announced. It appears to be an emergency draft.

[Cliff glanced at the uppershelves and, finding the box in question, brought it down to take inventory.]

Here. Looks like there's enough for Souji too, if he wants it.

[Wasting no time, Cliff shoved it into his own bag, along with a few bottles of water and whatever emergency supplies they had in their storage. Thankfully they had kept things fairly neat-- it streamlined things for when they had an emergency like this.]

...We need to get going, [he added, in a tone that betrayed his distaste for the whole set up. Running a hand through his own messed up hair, he shook his head and threw some more materials into his bag.]

Souji's waiting for us at the location. We don't wanna lose him.

[Nephry doesn't have a battle to prepare for. She watches the rest of them, helps where she can, gathers things from unused rooms that became storage spaces after enough time spent empty, but ultimately they are all going into battle (directly into combat) and there's nothing she can do to prevent it.

As their departure time nears, she catches sight of Ion, who is trembling so badly it's visible at a distance, and remembers his reaction to even talking about drafts. She puts down whatever is in her hands and goes to him, drawing him into a hug without saying anything.]

_{[ He looked around at those gathered and he nodded. ]}

I think you might have more luck at it than me. I'm used to space ships, to be honest, not front-lines.

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