With the embrace ended, Dyrn placed the helmet back on.
<<"Of course,">> Dyrn said with a nod of his helmet to Senator Organa. He glanced to Natasi.
<<"Very well, if it is absolutely necessary, we can take the scenic route... though controlled speed is still of the essence.">>
The situation concerning security was not lost on Dyrn, and he trusted his wife to know what was important enough to risk. As it was, the group seemed willing to remain on that task, and as long as they were moving, Dyrn could try and keep ahead of it.
That was, until the world - literally - began to rumble.
Senator Calgar called out for calm, which was something, but was quick to recall an emergency protocol that would - hopefully - help. Dyrn, for his part, had been assessing the possible routes to the closest transparisteel window, with the intent of blowing the thing out and using grapples to reach nearby buildings... however that didn't seem plausible, not currently, as a glance outside showed smaller buildings crumbling.
<<"We need to go, no more side mission.">> Dyrn said simply, as he remained with Natasi and moved with her, while the security team fanned out.
<<"We are with you, Senator Calgar, lead the way.">>
And don't get us killed.
The situation had changed; what had been a controllable, albeit dangerous, environment had now become utterly devastating in scope. The shuddering building, the cracking or floor, walls and ceiling, the incredible damage wrought upon the immediate area about the group, it was well beyond Dyrn's scope to try and account for. Even as the new plan was explained, involving repulsor packs, Dyrn was apprehensive - but in the face of no real alternatives, there was little choice.
Beggars and choosers, indeed.
<<"Respectfully, as long as I leave with Natasi, you can decide your evac order.">> he said to Senator Organa.
<<"I would not recommend delaying long.">>
It was then that Dyrn noticed something. Something very concerning. The building wasn't falling... not insofar as it might crumble from a quake or demolitions, but that it was seemingly rising. Gravity was pulling the building down, but the city without was going downward, implying elevation. There were only so many ways for that to happen, but even then those defied most logical considerations; but, if Dyrn was right, and what he suspected was happening was happening:
<<"We are on top of something,">> Dyrn called to the others, his eyes widened in his helmet.
<<"The building is going up, something is beneath us. Something big. We need to aim wide, do not go directly down!">>
Dyrn grabbed a repulsor pack and slung it over a shoulder, prepared to check Natasi's first. Beside his wife, Dyrn made sure Natasi's pack had had the harness clasped, ensuring it was ready for flight - or, more accurately, slowed descent - and gave her a nod reassuringly from within his helmet as she held his forearm. He could see the fear, he felt it too, but he knew the woman he loved and understood she would act irrespective of it.
<<"I lov--">>
The building lurched, Dyrn felt Natasi's hand leave him, and then she was gone.
Dyrn didn't hesitate, as he rushed for the hatch, leaping through the opening and into the chaos of the debris filled sky outside the Senate Building. The wind rushed and thrashed, he looked about as he tumbled, spinning, bright eyes moving in every direction for any sign of his wife. The repulsor pack held across Dyrn's shoulder was grasped in gloved hands, and he began to pull it around himself, wrenching the harness closed; and with the pack secure, Dyrn focused downward and orientated himself in the freefall...
There!
And some hundred feet below, Natasi was wrestling with her pack. Or at least that seemed the situation, as she wasn't slowing. Dyrn pulled his arms to his sides and turned into a skydive. Crumbling duracrete, bent duratseel and glimmering sections of broken glass were everywhere, it was by the grace of the Force that either of them had managed to flail through the mass, but thankfully they did. Natasi got closer and closer, as Dyrn prepared to grab her as he closed the distance - he needed to reach her before terminal velocity, at which point he would fall at the same speed as her, not moving an inch closer.
<<"Natasi!">> Dyrn called from the helmet, but he knew it was pointless with the wind and distance.
<<"Hold on!">>
The irony of the statement was lost in the moment. When Dyrn was close, he opened his arms, aware of how dangerous the maneuver of a mid-air catch could be, but willing to take the risk if it meant Natasi didn't impact ground. His breathing was calm but his body trembled, and as he got closer and closer--
?!
--Natasi activated the repulsor pack and altered the descent speed completely, which resulted in Dyrn overshooting her position and sailing right past her. He reached quickly for his own controls, panic in his mind, as he now fell further and further from his wife, tumbling through the air beneath her and away over dozens and dozens of feet from her position.
Dyrn slapped the controls and his pack engaged, as the soldier anticipated the sudden jerk of momentum.
<<"Keep going, I am right here below you,">> Dyrn said into the helmet comm, hoping that - with the freefall over - Natasi might have use of the comm.
<<"Head east, I will be there when you land.">>
And using his repulsor pack with focus and clarity of both training and sheer need to succeed, Dyrn began to burst through the air, avoiding debris as he could and trying to keep Natasi in his sights, as she moved above him. The situation wasn't ideal, but at least she was as safe as she could be, and the pack had started to work.
Relief wasn't even close to expressing it.