Aría

Ughhhh, he's absolutely right. The place could be a bombed-out crater by tomorrow. But there's something both he and the Elvhen overlooked or simply don't care about; galactic quarantine law. I clear my throat.

"In the event of a catastrophic infectious pathogen, a planet's airshield is to be closed off completely and totally until such time as the infection is cleared." Or, in layman's terms, there's a bigass force field stopping us from leaving. "As far as I know, even those crazed assassins don't have something going through a planetary quarantine shield, and even if they did, in all likelihood, there's a blockade of Charon-class battlecruisers stationed at strategic points around orbit. If something slipped through, it would be shot out of space before the engines could sputter." I won't lie; I haven't used my tactical brain much in the past few years, and to be honest, I've missed it a bit.

"So unless you want to take a chance with heavy military armaments, I suggest we all stay here. Whatever happens, we'll find some way to make it through this utter insanity."