The Paragon 2 [IC, Private]

The Paragon 2 - IC
(Hay guise. I'm not very proud of this post seeing as I just threw it together to get this RP started, at last, but it'll have to do.)

A shadow looms over the world's ruined settlements. The very clouds close in around them, the thick gray and brown sky shut the wastes in from even most sunlight.
In the ruins ruins of Moscow, a few mutated reavers scavenge the rubble for something to hunt, eat and kill. In Kairo, a Paragon patrol just returns from clearing out a reaver lair under the sand dunes. In Tokyo, a survivor emerges lonely from the rubble and relative safety of a ruined building that was once his home, only to be caught off-guard by a Paragon Stalker sweeping the area.
At last, we come to New York. The relatively intact ruins stand out from the rest of the world, with even the Statue of Liberty still standing - at least most of it.
A Paragon Gunship hovers forward through the streets, the loud hum of the engines echoing through the blocks. Metal clatter is heard underneath, as six Paragon troopers run along the street, chasing something a bit in front of them. A human.
The patrol is lead by a big Paragon Lieutenant, his green-tinted metal armor and size standing out from the other troopers.

Robyn breathes heavily, running as fast her legs can afford. Close behind her is the Paragon patrol, their weaponry blazing away in her direction, ripping the ground and environment apart.
She looks back, seeing the Lieutenant waving upwards, and the gunship retreats elsewhere. Why would he call off his air support? No matter, thought Robyn. She would be dead soon anyway... But she'd be damned if she didn't go down with a fight. She loosens a frag-grenade from her belt and pulls the pin, lobbing it backwards as she runs.
The Troopers see this, and evade the following explosion without casualties or injuries, however a loud explosion it was.
Echoing through the streets with gunfire and explosion, any surrounding being would no doubt notice the events unfolding.

Who would come to her aid?

Edit: (It's mid-day time. Also think of the season of the year as a neverending fall, seeing as the bombing has turned the world into a wasteland and the atmosphere is completely polluted with thick brown-gray smudge. Rain can still fall but snow is rare.)

Out of nowhere came a blast and one of the Paragon troopers tripped and fell. Though the alien quickly got up again with relatively little damage done to him, the Paragon squadron stopped to scan the surroundings. Another blast. Now one of the Paragon's had actually taken a little damage, its leg armor almost smashed from a heavy projectile's impact. Again a blast came, this time it was not a single projectile, but rather a ball of flaming garbage that exploded and sent flakes of fire raining down on the Paragon. The squadron, being too armored to take any too serious damage from any of this, still retreated from the spot of constant bombardment and ran away. Should Robyn stop, she would see a skinny man expose himself from one of the windows of a ruined building and wave at her. Also poking out from the window would be what looked like an enormous cannon constructed from mostly garbage and car-parts. Shortly after she would spot the cannon, many of the parts would fall off and a lot of German and French swearword would echo from the building. "Scheiße! Vhy doez zis alvayz happen!" The man, obviously German, had saved her life.

"Ey! You down zhere! Vhy don't you come up here so ve can maybe share somezhink to eat? You look skinny from up here!" Heinrich shouted at her. He did not make an effort to silence his shouting. If any his shouting attracted attention and his "cannon" did not, these aliens had a strange way of thinking. Shooting echoed from an alley a few yards down the street. "Vell! Zhink faster! I'm sorry, but you need to make up your mind! Zhey can be comink any moment now!" Should Robyn chose to seek refuge with the German, she would run into a mostly stable building. The German would hide on the fourth floor in a small apartment which has been decorated to look homely under the current circumstances. "My name iz Heinrich Schuster. Don't vorry. You can trust me. If you wish you can stay here for a vhile. Humans survive better is a group after all." Heinrich would smile and wait for her response.

~1~

Kneeling, Yuo gently plucked the metal wire, the strong reliable triple-wound wire hummed in the alleyway of the now too quiet city. He stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he admired his latest work. The metal wire reached from one alley wall to the other, the alleyway itself went on for a good few meters and then reached a dead end. Yuo carefully stepped over the wire as he eyed the last pair of C4's that sat comfortably hidden behind the since long empty dumpsters. Anyone who tripped the wire would have the buildings on either side collapse over them, not to mention the explosion itself. When he reached the end of the valley he re-checked his escape route, he tapped the metal pin sticking out of the sandy ground. A fall door clanked heavily against bricks, he sighed. Sliding down the rough brick tunnel would hurt like a wicked bitch but he'd been through worse. He went down the tunnel into the small room, carefully resetting the pin that would open the door before continuing down.

The room was dark and damp but he'd been in it often enough the past few weeks setting up the trap to know his way around in the dark. He picked up his bag and glanced back at the hole in the cement wall where he had dug his escape route, he then went into the far left of the three tunnels. This one would lead him to the once Grand Central Terminal which wasn't really far away, this was practically a part of it since it was connected by tunnels.

Most subway stations as well as tunnels had collapsed, only a few remained. He'd survived this long by utilizing them as much as he could. After two carefully counted minutes he reached the terminal, the tunnel he came out of was about four feet above ground. He scouted the area quickly, purely by routine, before jumping down. Although Yuo was cautious by nature, the Grand Central Terminal of New York had become like his garden, his backyard. His house, where he slept, ate and read old - but surprisingly well kept – comic books was an old 7-eleven right at the northeast corner. He flung his jacket over his shoulder and strolled over the open plaza of the terminal. “Good afternoon.” he said as he casually saluted the female doll in the shopping window. He smiled as he continued into the old 7-eleven store. “Home sweet home!” he exasperated as he threw his jacket on the counter and sat down in an old, damaged, but comfortable armchair as he grabbed a can of white beans and the last addition of the Incredible Hulk.

He had tried to ignore the distant gunshots and stay asleep, but the sudden cannon blast proved too much for him. "Perkeleen Saksalaiset" (Fucking German) Van murmured as he started to rise from under the plastic desk and his sleeping bag. He groaned softly as he rubbed his eyes and took a sip out of his dust-grey bottle with content of similar tone. Around him, a few scattered metal and plastic desks remained, but anything useful as fuel or other that was once on them had been taken away, and a row of them had been put up against the window for cover. The windows themselves were long broken and were scattered across the floor and the street outside. A pile of file cabinets, desks and other rubbish had also been stacked up to block the doors. They may not be too hard to get through, but it would certainly make a lot of noise.

Van took hold of his rifle and crept over to the windows to see what was going. He was at the second floor of what had once been one of the great, high office buildings of the largest city in America. He stayed behind the desk and revealed only as much as he needed to reveal in order to see what was on the other side, and gave a light sigh of relief when he saw the paragons withdrawing. He turned his curious gaze to the 'fucking German' and the girl that had entered the scene.

A cannonblast and a few explosions later, Robyn was safe. Relatively. Looking up, a strange man shouted to her from a window, but she couldn't quite understand him through his dialect. It wasn't heavy, but it had been so long since she heard the english language that she wasn't sure of some words anymore. "I'm ... I'm coming up!" she shouted back, and ran toward the building he was in. The door was non-existant so it wasn't hard getting in, but the stairs were battered and broken. Some steps were destroyed completely, resulting in quite the awkward ascend.
Once she reached the floor she thought he was on, she looked around through the rubble. "Hello?" she said, looking around. Walking through a broken archway, she saw him. A skinny man with light-brown hair and a rugged, short beard. He was slightly taller than she was, as Robyn was only around 165 centimeters. The man was probably 10 centimeters taller.
Her guard wasn't all the way down, but she didn't point the gun at him. She approached cautiously. "I... Thank you. For saving me." she said awkwardly. Her skin was pale, and her eyes a dark unrecognizable color. She wore a long rough coat gray-brown from dirt and dust, and a pair of old military pants. Under the coat she had but a black tank-top and a scarf. Her hair was short, and an unnatural white of color, probably a side-effect from the radiation. In her hands was an assault rifle of sorts, standard USMC-grade. Strapped to her legs and around her waist (under the coat) were also a few pouches and bags, probably containing ammunition and tools. On her back was a rugged green-gray backpack, seemingly filled to the rim with supplies.
Whatever else she had on was probably hidden under the coat or in her numerous pockets.
"But they'll be coming back." she said. "I'm sorry to say but you just gave away your entire hideout. They had a gunship, it's probably not far away."
She wasn't used to speaking to other people. Hell, she hadn't seen another human being for three years, so her tone would seem awkward and perhaps strained. She cleared her throat, then moved over to the window to look out for the Paragon...
The streets were still... Silent... She had a bad feeling about this.

"A gunschip, you zay?" Heinrich scratched his chin and walked over to a small table where he had a 9mm baretta pistol and stuffed a clip into it. "Tell me, friend. Are you famillia' wiz zhe idea of Qvantum Physics?" She would probably shrug and say that she knew a bit about it, but Heinrich shook his head. "Zat is zhe outline. But zhe idea is: zhere is alvays a chance zhat somezhink you didn't zhink possible vill happen. Zhere is a fifty percent dat ve vill be found, yes? But zhere is a zhirty percent chance zhat zhey vill overlook us. And a ten percent chance zhat zheir schip vill just explode. And anozher ten percent chance zhat zhey vill be called back to zheir base! Of courze zhat is very small chance, but.." Heinrich fiddled with his the gun and suddenly got an idea. "A distraction... Zhat is vhat ve need." Heinrich stuffed the gun in a pocket and started to create a small, but powerful bomb using what leftovers he had from the cannon. When he finished, he turned to Robyn. "Okey. Ve got zhree minutes before zhis bomb blows up zhis building. I suggest ve get out." Heinrich grabs Robyn's hand, picks up a small device and his metal bat and shoots out of the building.

Van had no desire to stay in the street in wait of a squad that would almost doubtlessly come by to clear the buildings after the 'fucking German's' attack. He hurried to pack his things into his pockets. It was a rather heavy load of different cans, magazines, rope, lighters and bottles, even a cooking pot that had been wrapped in soft materials ripped from a doll and tied hard to his leg as to avoid noise. Fortunately he's smuggler's jacket was well accommodated for carrying the rest of the load in perhaps the most silent and efficient manner possible. He made a last check on his weaponry and ammo before removing his make-shift barricade from the door and heading down the stairs to begin stalking the pair.