[h1][color=sienna]Ursula Elwyn[/color][/h1]
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With a slight jump, Ursula vaulted back to lucidity, suddenly very much aware of her surroundings and the sheer amount of people that had been packed into this cafeteria along with her. A quick push of her glasses allowed her to scan the surroundings and find that quite a few were dressed in similar scrubs to her. Black and red, with a large number 1 on the arm. Others were dressed in scrubs with the numbers 2 and 3 on them. Zoners? Nexus Projector? The severity of the invasion threat was not lost to her, but these words were flying right over her head entirely, leaving her to sit in her seat and softly mutter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhhh' to herself. She breathed in and out rapidly, beginning to sweat and panic once again as her glasses fogged up from her rising body heat. The mention of her family only served to accelerate this process, very nearly bringing her to weeping tears. Her family was being 'taken care of'? What was happening to them? What were they going to take care of? Is this some terrible organised bloodsport deal? Was she going to be released into the wilderness to be hunted as the most dangerous game? She felt sick. She felt her stomach lurching and moving erratically as her mind raced.

With a desperate leap, Ursula kept her head lower than the others around her and looked for the nearest trash receptacle. With a wet retch, she promptly voided her stomach of her previous meal and a small amount of her stomach acid. Her throat burned and stung as she slumped against the wall, managing to slur out in a quiet, pathetic tone, "Is my family dead? Are they dead?" Her voice was soft and shaking with panic. She was familiar with Aggressors, the red-skinned terrors that seemed to be spawned from her worst nightmares. She could play this game, if it meant her family would be safe. She stood slowly, ignorant of the looks of pity and disgust she was receiving.

And then she raised her hand.

"I submit myself. Just don't hurt my family. Please."