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The power went out and Emma knew instantly that it shouldn't have happened. Unless Bradley or Richards were messing around. And even then, the camp was powered on three different generators, not to mention the back ups. Emma wasn't taking chances. Slipping from behind her desk, she went to Syke's office first, seeing if she wasn't the only one

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[time_schizo]

Amidst all the chaos that had enveloped the camp, there was one figure who had neither panicked nor fought back. Instead, Martini had slowly and calmly ambled his way across the camp from where he had snuck out for a late night stroll. Any operative unlucky enough to try and stop him found themselves, in a word, fucked.

By the time he had made it to where Emma was, he'd racked up quite the unintentional body count. If only he'd been more concerned about what was going on, he could have ended the entire battle very quickly and decisively. Martini was humming a little tune with nonsense words over and over. "Tum tee tum, tee ta, tee tum." His calm wasn't so much comical as eerie.

Brushing off some dust that had accumulated from the last few soldiers he had time-phased out of existence, he nodded to Emma, smiling his easy and oblivious to reality grin. "Most unusual weather we are having, ain't it? I don't suppose you know where Ric has gotten to, do you? He is both here and there, but I am not there yet."

[icecoldwit]

Emma wasn't sure if she had the patience to cope with Martini right then. His power was just so consuming that it took a lot to deal with him; through little fault of his own -mostly his ignorant parents, and wasn't that always the case. Sighing, Emma did her best, "It's an invasion, Martini, dear. The strange weather." Only he would quote the Wizard of Oz at her right then.

"Rictor is," it took her a moment, letting her mind reach out to the Mexican and his position, seeing how he was, "he's around, he's fine though." For the most part.

Rictor, and many others, didn't have the luxury of obliviousness that Martini seemed to have. "You didn't happen across the Captain on your travels, did you?" At the very least, she didn't really need to worry about Martini getting himself killed, not if he was completely untouched from wandering...from wherever he'd been.

[time_schizo]

"Well, that explains why they aren't acting very nice to me." At least he was sill lucid enough to hold a conversation with. He brightened up when Emma told him Ric was alright. He had been so very worried about him and even more worried about what he might do to everyone else if his boyfriend got hurt.

"Sykes? Umm..." He had the feeling he was supposed to know the answer to this question. A thoughtful expression came over his face. In his own way, he had seen the Captain or at least knew what had happened to him. He just wasn't sure it would translate, the way his mind associated names and things. "There's light enough for what they've got to do." The soldiers had come and taken him away. "There ain't a stauncher-hearted gal going, or they'd have cut her throat." They wanted to take Emma as well, but they had failed. "Three sunrises, three sunsets. Three days. This is your last chance, Fagin" The team would need to get send a team to get him back.

[icecoldwit]

Oh, she definitely wasn't working that one out right then. She just had to nod at him slightly. "Well then," what could she say to that, the helpful little riddle she had to work out now, "thank you."

It looked like she was finding him on her own, and if she couldn't, well, she had a brilliant memory, she'd work out the riddle later. Until then, "Martini, I need to ask you to do something." His powers meant he was possibly the least likely to get himself injured or worse. His capabilities mixed with his mental disorders just made him that little bit more dangerous for everyone else. "Can you go back to the barracks, help get rid of these intruders? They'll likely be trying to kill or capture."

Emma couldn't possibly help everyone that needed it and find out where these men were coming from and what they wanted, nor could she rightly do it without risk to herself; but Martini, well. Maybe he could.

[time_schizo]

Martini brightened up. "You're welcome." It wasn't clear if he knew Emma hadn't understood him or not. She had asked and he had let her know what he had seen. He couldn't do anymore than that.

His eyes, still vacant as they sought out other times, focused in when Emma requested that he get rid of the soldiers. Despite his madness, Mark was no fool. He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. Martini never deliberately killed anyone if he could help it. But he was no stranger to death and wouldn't shy away from it either.

He gave Emma a thumbs up, pulling out a gun he had lifted off one of the dead soldiers. How he had managed not to shoot his own foot off carrying it around was anyone's guess. "I can make 'em all go away, yep yep, Bosslady."

[icecoldwit]

She didn't really like ordering them to kill, but right then it was important. The base was under attack, the technopaths were out or dead, the Captain hadn't checked in with Emma and she couldn't catch a number of the team with a psychic call. Which meant one of two things.

If Martini was capable of disposing of the attackers without mess, or risk mostly to himself, then so be it. Emma would deal with repercussions later. "Good, be careful, and if you need me, just give a loud mental shout." She'd stay tuned in, she'd listen out.

As much of a headache as it was going to give her. "See if there are others who can help you."

[time_schizo]

"Don't worry. I'll be okay." He spoke with the confidence that came from already knowing the future. Martini knew he would come through this entire battle without so much as a scrape. He turned to go and was already plotting the course that would lead him back to the barracks when a sudden vision made him turn around, his eyes wide and unseeing.

"By the way, in three minutes and twenty-eight seconds, a group of soldiers is going to try and ambush you again. They're better than the others but still...not...good...enough..." Shaking his head like a dog with water in his ears, Mark's voice trailed off as he wandered away once more. He was a tad confused as to where he was again. Martini knew he had to get back the dorms. He just wasn't sure why anymore.

[icecoldwit]

It was nice to have a little forewarning, but then Emma could only shake her head and smile softly as Martini wandered off. She could only hope he didn't get distracted on his way and end up going somewhere else rather than where she needed him to go.

Still, she was just several feet away from where she'd spoken to Martini when a group rounded on her and Emma smirked again as she shifted into her diamond form, still unable to use her telepathy on them.

Three minutes and twenty eight seconds exactly.