All of the smugglers thought that someone had discovered their illegal cargo.
All of the rich bigwigs thought that someone had discovered their multifarious underworld connections.
All of the corrupt government officials thought someone had discovered their embezzlement schemes.
Everyone near any sort of ship tried to get the hell out of Dodge before events took a turn for the worse.
Every ship's captain trying to leave was met by a government blockade surrounding the space station.
On the seedier side of town, the black market had dissolved into chaos.Plot spoilers (read if you want your character to find out something about what's actually going on):
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________In Felicity-1's central control room (though whether it really qualified as either "central" or "a control room" was subject to debate), the air of pandemonium was palpable. No-one, it seemed, knew who had triggered the alarm, why the alarm had been triggered, why the alarm even existed, how to shut it off, or what to do next. The actions of those present ranged from useless to criminal.
Finally, someone seemed to make some sort of progress. Suddenly, the tack of the alarm changed: the flashing lights changed color from red to orange, and somehow managed to get even brighter than they had been before. The siren, which had been dying down over the past several minutes to a less than ear-splitting decibel level, came back with a vengeance, though with slight variations. On every monitor and sound-device hooked up to the central system, a new urgent message appeared:
ALL CIVILIANS MUST EVACUATE AT ONCE. ALL CIVILIANS MUST REPORT TO DOCKING BAYS EPSILON THROUGH OMICRON OR 0014 THROUGH 0027 FOR EVACUATION. ACCESS TO OTHER DOCKING BAYS IS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN. EXIT OF FELICITY-1 VIA NON-GOVERNMENT-APPROVED SPACECRAFT IS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN. SEE FELICITY INFOCHANNEL FOR FURTHER INFORMATION AND INSTRUCTION.
The private stared in bewilderment at the two figures standing before him. He had a sneaking suspicion that one or both of them were secretly mocking him. He'd had direct orders from a commanding officer, but after the phone call, he was more confused than ever. He stood there, staring, paralyzed by the sudden onslaught of two people who seemed to know better than him and refused to back down.
He'd been told the soldiering life on Felicity would be easy
Luckily for Private Warren, he was saved from having to make a tough decision by the sudden change in the alarm. He was just about to say that he had to go evacuate before he remembered that he wasn't a civilian. Then, he was about to tell his aggressors that they should evacuate, before he remembered that apparently they weren't civilians either. Then he was about to give a call to the man who had given him the order to guard the damned door in the first place, but he realized that the order had been given by a government higher-up who probably was
busy evacuating. And calling his commanding officer again would probably just invoke his wrath.
All of this was too much for Private Warren, and as far as he was concerned, being told that everyone should be evacuating right now was genuinely frightening.
He had no idea what to do. His weapon dropped from his hands. He tried to respond to the two people before him, but with nothing to say, it came out as more of an incoherent babble. As Thoth pushed past him, radiating distaste, the Private did nothing to stop him.
Lian raised her eyebrows at cloak-person. Had they seriously just offered to buy her a coffee? That went beyond the scope of even normal human decency, which was already something one wasn't likely to find on Felicity, that was just plain weird. Her incredulity was interrupted by the resurgence of the siren, which had been so manageable just moments before.
Lian swore loudly.
"How about you help me kill whoever set off that siren instead?" She hollered back over the cacophony.