[b]Vitiafa of Endiohon[/b]
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The priestess had just managed to make it back into the boarding tunnel to hear the heavy, rapid footfalls echo off the floor and down the boarding tunnel which seemed to stretch for a kilometer in a moment. Within a few breaths, the first panicked souls had already made the turn into the metal corridor. 

The horror was clear on their contorted grimaces and bug-eyes as they ran, some well past the point of normal exhaustion. She knew their pain well.

Vitiafa's eyes widened in turn when she realized that no force would calm or rally this particular crowd. She did her best about-face, much to the disagreement of her leg, and all but threw herself into the safety of the craft's cockpit. She tumbled to the floor with a grunt and without an ounce of grace. She wasted no time before painfully and awkwardly climbing up off the floor, and just as quickly claimed one of the open seats. The kiel sighed in relief as she activated her communications unit again.

“Lopez, send some more robots to the passenger boarding corridor as fast as you can. Ease the pressure on the crowd.” she ordered. "And we need more hands to guide those coming aboard."

She paused for a moment, clicking off her own communicator and taking a deep breath. She turned her head to face the quessir at the helm. “Keep that tunnel open until we need to crush a bug with it.”