Press nodded. Street Dragon, eh? Bit of an odd name, but then again, his own name was rather odd. "My name's.... actually, I never gave myself a name," Press said. "Didn't think I needed to. Oh well, I'll come up with something later."

Following Street Dragon, Press went over to those trapped underneath the rubble. Placing both hands on a particularly large piece of rubble pinning a civilian, Press instructed Street Dragon, "Alright, I'll lift this up, you pull him out." He began to tense his muscles, then continued, "On 3. 1, 2, 3!" He began to push upwards, slowly but surely lifting up the boulder. Thanks to his suit, he could do things that required more strength than a typical person had, but even that had a limit.

"Quickly now, can't hold this forever," Press said, his voice slightly strained.
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Meanwhile, Horus decided that it had gathered all that was necessary. It began flying away, looking for an exit, while at the same time trying to hack into the ship's database to see if it contained the layout of the ship.