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[b]Mordenia[/b]
Underground city of Draum
14:27 - Mordenia Imperial Time

"All citizens of Draum, this is an emergency broadcast. Due to a failure in the filtration system, highly toxic gases have poisoned the air inside the city. Equip yourself with your standard issue gas masks and head towards the nearest evacuation point. If you have no gas mask, then put a wet piece of cloth in front of your mouth and nose, and find the nearest EOM representative that will give you protection equipment." The loudspeaker blared on top of the flatbed truck, and as the truck slowly hovered forwards on the road, dozens of humans ing as mask filled the streets, all heading towards a massive concrete tower in the distance lit by reflectors. Elevators that run straight to the subterranean train stations that will transport the citizens to safe zones. The lucky ones have enough money to go on a vacation until they can come back to their homes. The unlucky ones will stay in visitor centers until all issue are resolved. And there are those who will never leave their homes again. If they didn't wake up to the sound of the speakers then they were already dead. 

There were 3 soldiers on the back of the truck along with two large grey boxes that had no markings on them. The truck hovered 3 feet above the ground, and people were swarming to it from all sides. They raised their hands to the soldiers in armor, their faces filled with fear. Two of the soldiers kept reaching into the boxes and pulling out small black packs that they gave to each hand in the air. One for every hand. Small MRE packs so that the people wouldn't starve to death before they get to safety. Some bowed their heads when thy got their food, others scurried away as fast as they could, holding onto the small packs like their life depended on it. The last soldier was on the back of the truck, and kept the people from climbing onto the truck. It took at least 20 people who were shot by gel bullets for the crowd to realise that the soldiers weren't kidding, and most of the gave up on the hopes of an easy ride. A few stranglers here and there would try to climb even after this, but they would all learn their place after getting shot with the gel.

"Hey Jimmy, you think this is ever going to end?" One of the soldiers who was handing out food looked at the soldier at the back. "Damned if I know. I'm more worried if we can make it outta here in time. These suits are great and all, but you can't trust this standard issue garbage to filter anything." A moment of silence befell the comm channels. Jimmy went back to handing out MRE packs, and the soldier at the back touched the side of his helmet twice. Inside the helmet, the HUD zoomed in on the picture that it was showing to the operator. The long road continued for a few hundred meters, but the people started to disappear from the street not more than 70 meters behind the truck. It seemed like everyone was following the herd and the truck. "Don't worry about that Jim boy. I doubt we'll be here for more than an hour."

20 Minutes later...

As the end of the crowd approached, the truck was gaining momentum. Instead of the crawlig speed that used to travel at it was now travelling slightly below the walking speed of everyone else. They made good progress and it seemed like another 20 minutes woud get them and everyone else in the street to safety. The number of people who were still waiting for their MRE was almost countable, and it didn't look like more poeple would be joining them. A few minutes ago 2 people came out of a house as the truck was passing by and pushed themselves through to the crowd to get the truck. They had no gas masks on, and they were quickly pulled onto the truck. They were given a quick medical check and then a pair of gas masks before the soldiers let them go. If it toom them this long to get out, they might need medical attention, but the pair insisted that they were fine.

After most of the crowd has already passed by them, Frederick sat down on the very back of the truck, and watched the last of the people head for the truck. No more than 20 if he counted right. Of course he could always check with the HUD but that took all the fun away. And as he was looking at all the poeple he noticed a strange sight. A humanoid looking xeno that was just slightly taller than the other people around him was trying to disappear from sight. He bent down, and tried to hind behind the person in front of him, but he didn't do a good job of it. Fred just laughed and waved for the xeno. He stood up and pointed at him again, this time making sure that he gets the message. After seeing that he was busted, the walked past a few people. They looked at him with anger, but they didn't do anything when a soldier was watching. "Hey Jimmy check this out. I've got a guest coming your way." Jim looked towards the back of the truck and saw the xeno coming towards him. He tapped his helmets visor and it became transparent, his disgusted face shwoing through the glass, his voice crackling through the speakers. "You won't get any. Now scram." The xeno stopped in his step, and watched as Jim gave another MRE to the a human. 

Fred beckoned him over, and pulled the xeno up on the back of the truck. Jim and Sam both looked back in unison, as they heard the thump. "Fred you can't be doing this. The truck is for soldier's only, and you know it." Sam spoke up for the first time since they left HQ. His voice sounded more sad, unlike Jim who spoke up next. "Fred what the heck are you doing. This is just a filthy Xeno, you can't bring it on the truck." He stood up and took a step towards Fred and the xeno, but the comms came to life again. This time it was on a private channel to Jim. He checked the source: it was their driver/squad leader. "Jim, let that xeno stay onboard. If you fuck this up for the guys at PR I'll make sure you won't get your filters swapped next time we go on a mission."

"Good decision Jim." Fred smiled as he saw the anger on the other's face. "This dude here is a [url=https://goo.gl/images/HyNrN4]Kuah[/url]. They are from the same planet as me, and they are really nice people. Couldn't stand being a douce to 'em, thats why I left to this hellhole." Fred grabbed an MRE pack and handed it to the Kuah. It nodded and quickly consumed the contents of the pack. Fred just smiled as he watched in silence. Lucky bastards could literally breath nerve poison and would still be fine. "I'm Frederick by the way, but call me Fred. When did you come here?" A conversation in the back of the truck began, and the last of the humans were given their MRE packs. The only thing left to do was the long roadtrip back to the elevators.

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[b]Mordenia[/b]
Floating Governement Pantheon
21:48 - Mordenia Imperial Time

Clouds of deadly gases swirled underfoot as the EOM's regional HQ graciously floated on top of the atmosphere, connected to the surface by multiple space elevators. Ships docked at the sation, carrying emergency supplies and ferrying people off-planet. The offices were filled with rumbling, and the administrative section had a mental breakdown as they had to deal with all the offical consquences of the catastrophe below. The servers decided to shut down for 30 minutes a few hours ago and they completely messed up the progress of everyone. The chaos was so thick in the air that one could butter a bread with it. The PR section was busy cutting footages to distribute to all the local news agencies. Multiple companies tried to reach the banking sector for a refund in property damage, and the phones never stopped ringing. The coffee ran out hours ago, and everyone was on the edge. 

The soundproof door opened, and the sudden noises felt like an explosion in the quiet room. The governor turned away from the glass walls and looked at his secretary as she closed the door. "I sure hope you have good news for me. I've just about had enough of today." He walked to his desk and sat down in the armchair. "Sir, we have the offical report ready to be sent to the sector HQ. We have also managed to finish cutting the media broadcasts. The relocation of refugees is going slowly, but it seems like everyone who could leave the city already left."

The governor opened a bottle of whisky and poured some into a glass. "Good. We mustn't show any weakness. I hope that the Militia is taking the necessary precautions needed in a situation like this." He took a sip from the beverage. "These xeno scum think they can commit a terrorist attack of uch scale and then hide behind the skirts of the governement for support. I will show them that we are not to be fucked with."

"Sir, I also received a message from the Marine corps HQ. They say that they have a task force in the neighbouring sector which could be here within a day to help with the situation if they are needed." The governor looked up from his drink in surprise, but then calmed dwn with another sip from his glass. "Tell them to standby if we do need them. I don't think we quite need the Military for such a task. The Militia can do just fine against these barbaric xenos. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some important calls to make. Come back to me when more progress is made." The secretary nod and left the room. The governor reached for his phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Yes, please patch me through to Militianus Emily Gibs. Of course, I'll hold."