The Boy from the Bunker - Season 8

Episode One, Part 5:

Episode One, Part 5:
The Invaders

Sol remained on high alert as the three of them were led down the hall, noticing that they were the last of the people who seemed to have been removed from their cells. She glanced down every hallway they passed, and read every sign and direction that was pinned up to the walls, hoping to piece together some kind of mental map about her surroundings.

Finally, noticing the bright light in front of them, Sol glanced ahead to see where they were being taken to.

It was a large, open mess hall with rows of metal, picnic tables filled with people. Her people.

As Leander and the other guard locked the door behind them and retreated over to line the side of the walls along with about 40 other guards, Sol allowed her grip on Elara and Atlantis to loosen just in time as someone crashed into her.

"I've missed you so much."

Sol knew from how tightly she was held that it was Chessca, let alone from the twinge of heartache that was laced deep into her voice. Sol held back just as tight, her hands running through Chessca's hair, doing everything she could to prove to herself that she was here after all their time apart.

"I missed you, too," she whispered back, pulling away to discover they both had tears in their eyes. As she looked behind Chessca, she could Dreea releasing her embrace on Wynn, seeming to notice Sol at the same time as she did.

She hurried over to her, throwing her arms around Sol and letting the few stray tears that had managed to escape her, fall down onto her shoulder.

"You're here. How are you here?" Dreea exclaimed, glancing to either side of her and feeling the same relief to discover that Atlantis and Elara - who was being hounded by questions from her brothers - were both safe.

"These people invaded the Bunker last night," Sol explained, at least thinking it was last night. She had no way of knowing how long she had been unconscious for. "I knew I saw you as they brought us in. They used some type of knockout serum on us-"

"Hey, you lot," one of the guards approached them, trying to assert his authority through his voice. "Take a seat or you won't be fed."

Sol shared a frustrated glance with Dreea, not sure what to make of the situation. Eventually, she caved and nodded for Chessca, Atlantis and the others to join the rest of their people at the tables, waiting to see what was coming next.

As she reached the nearest table, Sol scanned around the room, trying to estimate how many of Basilisk were with them. As far as she could tell, all of her people were in the mess hall, as well as 3 tables of people that the ship must have picked up from elsewhere.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Sol looked to her side to see Wynn perching himself on the seat next to her and Dreea was at her other side, eagerly listening in to know the answer herself.

Sol nodded, resting her hand on his leg and squeezing reassuringly, more grateful than she could ever express to know that he was safe.

"Who are you guys with?" Sol asked. "In your cell?"

"I'm with Chess," Dreea answered, looking across the table at her girlfriend for her own assurance, knowing it would give her immediate relief to know that they had still managed to wound up together, despite the odds.

"I'm with Liam," Wynn chimed in. "Fenn's with Quill. We were talking right before you three came in; I think it's best if he and I swap-"

"Be careful how you do it," Sol cut him off, not wanting him to get ahead of himself. "I get the sense that we can't exactly approach these people with our requests. If it were that easy, I'd tell them to drop us back where they found us, but I don't think that's going to happen, either."