[b]Kwon Woo Bon[/b]
A short while away from the fighting, one of the inhabited sectors of Elistore now lay demolished by the planetary bombardment. Among the rubble of destroyed homes, a metal trapdoor slowly opened up just a crack, allowing a pair of green eyes to peek through. There were a few armed invaders in silver armour still outside, Kwon could see, patrolling around as if looking for something, or someone. They looked on alert, but weren’t bothering to check any basements at the moment, which is surely where the surviving civilians would be hiding.

The Mon Kett slunk back into the basement, the only part of this home that remained mostly intact. A family of Furzai was hiding down here as well, huddled up in a corner as far from the trapdoor as possible. Kwon had been out on the street, heading towards his first day at work on the Exeralune, when the bombardment started. He was lucky to have this family notice him and invite him in to shelter with them, else he surely would’ve been dead by now.

From what he could see and hear, the bombardment seemed to have stopped, or at least moved on to a different area. Although the threat of armed invaders was still out there, Kwon knew he couldn’t keep hiding here. The Exeralune would have need of him in order to take off. There was little he could do for these civilians now, but if his crew could escape this warzone, they could call for help from outside, or even off-planet if they had to. He knew very little about the nature of this invasion, but it seemed like their best bet.

Yes, he’d made his decision. “Stay down here no matter what,” he told the Furzai family. “I’ll make my way to the military base and seek for help. Everything will be fine, I promise.” With that, he peeked out the trapdoor once again. He waited until all the invaders in sight happened to be looking the other way before slipping out of the trapdoor, closing it behind him and hiding behind the nearest chunk of destroyed wall. Unarmed and unarmoured but for his LightWeave uniform, he’d have to rely on stealth to get anywhere. His bright white fur wasn’t exactly good camouflage, but at least Mon Kett are nimble and light-footed.

Quickly but carefully, he went from cover to cover behind the remains of collapsed houses, avoiding detection for now. He could only move slowly and deliberately at first, with the hostile soldiers nearby, but once he'd made it out of this block the amount of invaders thinned heavily, allowing him to travel faster. It was almost like they were stationed specifically in that spot to intercept someone, perhaps even Kwon himself, knowing that the ship couldn't take off without a pilot. He soon broke into a sprint as he made his way towards the intended location of the Exeralune.

By the time he finally reached the hangar, fighting had broken out between the invaders and what he assumed to be the crew of the Exeralune. With bullets flying everywhere, there was no way he could simply dash through to the ship and hope to survive, so he’d have to rely on his natural abilities once again. He rapidly clambered up the wall of the hangar, grabbing onto support girders and pipes until he reached the ceiling, thankfully not yet drawing the attention of the invaders. Upside down, he then made his way through the rafters towards the direction of the ship, navigating around huge shards of crystal that had mysteriously crashed into the hangar roof from above at some point.

Eventually, he reached the other end of the hangar, where he could descend down the wall again in relative safety and approach the ship from the other side, where there was less risk of getting shot. He made his way into the ship just in time to hear the disembodied voice of the engineering officer ordering for the ship to be made ready for take-off. As Kwon scrambled around the ship in search of the bridge, he turned on his own ear piece and responded. “First helmsman here, on my way to the bridge.” Upon reaching the bridge, he ran towards the pilot’s chair, jumped over it and landed right in the seat.

This ship was an older model, but the control panel was familiar enough to the trained eye. He quickly skimmed the screens for relevant information before broadcasting his voice again. “Shields up, engines running, awaiting orders for take-off.” According to his feed, other engineers were taking their positions now, as well as the second gunner, so things may be smoothing out now. [i]Wait, didn’t I see that turret firing when I came in?[/i] “There’s some full-penetration damage in the bottom floor of the ship. If possible, repair it ASAP to prevent risk of depressurization.” Even with a damaged hull, the shield would keep the ship from depressurizing as long as it stays up. But being under fire, he'd rather not take the risk unless given no other choice.