Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26450183-20150706232602/@comment-25908355-20150708143224

Iolite is still traversing the facility, looking for her peers. As she is walking through one of the many claustrophobic hallways of the laboratory, she spots a familliar gem. She kneels to it, grabbing it and examining it closely. Her face pales as she realises it's one of her friends, who must have been struck down by the rebels. At first it did not look that bad, but when she turns the gem on its side, she sees a nasty crack.

Iolite: Oh dear... (places the gem in her pocket). We'll fix you up, buddy...