The utility van skids to a stop at the checkpoint, tires smoking under the blast gate lights. Ahead, the evacuation ship hangs like a dark mountain against midnight. Ben sees armed JC Jenson soldiers and a frantic line of evacuees pressed toward the ramp.
The Security Officer
Out! Now! Leave the van and move to the boarding line!
Behind them, the sky splits with a high metallic whine. Dozens of yellow eyes bloom in the dark, closing fast over the service road.
Cid
Ben, keep us moving. We are not losing the ship now.
Martha
Rachel, Amy, stay close. Ben, we are right behind you.
Ben
The gate is the last barrier between them and the ship.
The security officer shoulders a heavy pulse rifle and plants himself at the checkpoint, jaw tight, eyes on the incoming swarm. The evacuation line surges forward as the first warning sirens begin to rise.
“We take our vehicle and drive as fast as we can to the massive evacuation spaceship.”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled +4)