Nana arranged the three of them at the point where rescue would be easiest.
Bright flares illuminated the battered Landship. The enormous warship, mountain-like in scale, rolled slowly yet steadily over everyone's heads. The roar of its Originium Engine and locomotion systems drowned out the howling gale, while only the searchlights beneath its hull illuminated the camp, which was as riddled with damage as the warship's outer shell.
Red ambulances bearing the Contingency Contract insignia and Blacksteel infantry vehicles drove off the moving Landship at the same time. People in equally heavy protective gear leaned out from the vehicles, and unfamiliar voices finally returned over the long-dead communications line:
[We are members of the Ticarondo Catastrophe Relief Team. Thank you for guiding us here. Please report the situation.]
"This is Rhodes Island... Ticarondo Catastrophe Relief Team vanguard."
Sniffling, Su Sulo fought back the nausea and other discomforts brought on by the inhibitor medication. Under the lights, even her lips were deathly pale. The Little Fox stood upright despite her body looking far too frail in the eyes of the adults around her. As a doctor, she had patients here to entrust to them.
"This is Guide Point One. Three personnel stationed here, three Oripathy patients. Two are in acute flare-ups. Their physiological data has been synchronized with command. All three have been injected with four doses of Acute Inhibitor... Command, I'll leave the rest to you... The direction forward is..."
One warship after another passed overhead. Doctors from Blacksteel Worldwide and Contingency Contract professionally loaded Su Sulo into an ambulance... but just as everyone was about to leave, Su Sulo struggled to make them send the other two aboard Blacksteel's Landship first.
As the Landship convoy moved away from above her, Su Sulo raised a hand and pointed at the