[h3][b]Sarvenolos of the Third Fane of Tekumo[/b][/h3]
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A back and forth argument had erupted between the Gendari monarch, the guards, and the clergywoman, so much so that Sarve began to have trouble tracking who was saying what. The Gendari said that [I]he[/I] said that the people commanderring the ship now were pirates, which made Sarve begin to doubt his own memory. Did he actually say that? He couldn't recall, not anymore. His attention was split, worry creeping into every crevice of his mind as this whole situation felt like a bubble waiting to burst. It is, as the settler races would say, the calm before the storm. The fact that nothing had happened yet did little to assuage Sarve’s growing anxiety. The longer they tarry, the more likely people will rush into the ship! And the amphibian overprelate might just prove to be the spark to this forest of panic, waiting to be ignited!

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Across the station the lights flickered out, replaced, a few moments later, by dim, red, emergency lighting. For those on the station, an alarm began to blare.

For those in the loading bay, this was, on queue, accompanied by the sudden appearance of huge, ant-like, six legged insectoids - metacer.  They streamed towards the bay like an angry wave, some clambering up the walls in their eagerness to get to their prey...



For those at the boarding tunnel, some floors above, this was accompanied by panic amongst the civilians, who surged forward in their panic to get aboard, knocking one of the Security Guards, the one their leader had called 'Aspen', off her feet.

"No running!" the lead guard bellowed, "Get back!" though the command was completely ineffective at controlling the rush...

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The next sequence of events were quite something to behold at the moment. An explosion rocked the station. Then, everything was bathed in bloody red. Alarms that shrieked like banshee screams drowned the station in a terrifying warning. The people were already in the process of walking into the ship’s bay when that all happened, and every semblance of order fell apart.

For his part, Sarve had, by this point, volunteered to deputize, as he had trained in the military. Unlike literally everyone else, though, he was no longer on the floor, but on the ceiling, his serpentine form coiled around one of the many structural supports. It gave him a good vantage point with the blaster rifle he possessed, which was custom-built for his unique physiology. Of course, the cat was still with him, clinging on as always. He refused any and all offers for anyone to watch over the cat. Verminslayer was the last of the family he knew, and he sure as hell will never let her out of his sight.

Which all led, of course, to the present, where people began running in a disorderly mass. He was immediately at a loss of what to do; crowd control wasn't something he trained in back in the day, and this situation was entirely new. 

“D-don’t push!” Sarve hissed half-heartedly, more concerned with taking aim at the end of the boarding tube to see if any Metacer were actually close. “You might step on or kill someone in the process!”