YEHUDA, I’M AWAKE.

> The first thing that occurs to you as your eyes open is that you can smell smoke on the air. You can practically taste it as you push yourself to your feet-- and then screaming. Explosions in the distance. Then a name occurs to you.

> Yehuda. Yehuda... The next time you see him, your plan is to wrap your fingers around his neck and squeeze; squeeze until his pretty little head pops off his shoulders. Not very non-violent of you, but you’d been beaten within an inch of your life in that cell-- that’d be enough to break anyone’s non-violent proclivities.

> You push yourself onto your feet shakily, looking through the broken bars of the cell door. It doesn’t appear anyone else is in this jail-- or if they were, they got the hell out of dodge sometime prior to the explosions outside. You peer through the window, and the sight nearly makes your jaw hit the floor. 

> Meteors. Literal, fucking, meteors. 

> You hurry out into the empty halls, hauling towards the armory where you assume they’re holding your stuff-- only to wind up in the warden’s office; thankfully empty. A desktop sits on the warden’s desk; though it appears to be on-- and displaying what appears to be an installation for something called “SGRUB”, and a trollian client.