@[member="Anya Venari"], @[member="HK-36"], @[member="Racket"], @[member="Noah Corek"], @[member="Karen Roberts"], @[member="Basaba Willamina"]
While the two elves and the droid were having their moment, the plot was moving forward. In other words the shuttles they had taken were descending into the planet's atmosphere and were soon flying over the surface of Zonyu V, which was living up to its reputation of being a complete wasteland. The surface was a wasteland, covered by vast canyons and gorges, ruins carved from sandstone rock, mountains and desert for miles wide.
The terrible quakes had blown large craters into the surface, what roads had existed had been brutally split open by the quakes, as if some powerful force had blown them open with a powerful bomb. Here and there one could make out the wreckage of a speeder bike, often ripped to pieces since it had apparently been hurled into the air and smashed upon impact. As they overflew settlements near Zonyu they came across desolation of the sort that normally only struck a planet after a baradium bomb was dropped on it. Or when Siobhan Kerrigan battering rammed something.
Maybe it was not quite that bad yet, but one gets the picture. The spaceport had been hit hard. The Control Tower had buckled and caved in under the pressure, several ships turned to wreckage. As the shuttle continued its descent it received a transmission, the pilot calling Anya. "Your Highness, incoming message. Hold on, it's garbled."
"This is...Mayor Anoleis...Omega Pyre forces...quakes intensifying...order is breaking down. Rioting...insufficient...ships..." There was a great deal of static, accompanied by sounds of blaster fire clearly not that far away from the Mayor, then abruptly the connection was cut.
From the cockpit one could see a large throng of civilians - men, women, children - who had already gathered at the spaceport, often carrying what meagre belongings they had been able to save, along with nervous looking militiamen who gripped their slugthrowers tightly. A large crowd was assembled before an old, battered freighter that was guarded by armed militiamen, desperately trying to get aboard. The militiamen looked unnerved at the large crowd and as the throng threatened to overwhelm them, one member of the militia raised his rifle and shot into the air, whereupon the crowd seemed to relent and calm itself for a moment. But shouts erupted from them whenever one of the civilians was let aboard, evidently protesting about favouritism.
Evidently evacuating the population of Zonyu V would not be an entirely peaceful nor, judging by the large number, an easy affair, for everyone one of them would want a place on the Ark of Omega and some would be ready to take extreme measures.