Database hack revealed:<br/><br/>Coalition fleet is mostly made of orbital crafts designed for space to surface missile strikes. The direct target is Tearsia’s base. Osmaria isn’t under thread as a whole. The attack is strictly against the Tearsia and anyone caught leaving her base of operations. Standard protocol for the attack is a small fleet of fighters to corral the base and prevent escape. Standing issue order: destroy Tearsia’s base and kill anyone caught escaping. Show no mercy, take no prisoners.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Zir’frah or Zir as he was better known leaned back against the wall watching the rhythm of the gyrating bodies around him.  The sway and dance. The way they moved. It was all so strange for him. He had always found it fascinating how other races could move in ways that he found positively strange. Zir’s thoughts were completely scattered at the present time. Lost and adrift. Rarely did he ever wander away from the ship. The<span style="font-style: italic">Silver Dragon</span>had become his home and his haven. Usually he was working his magic on her and tuning anything that needed it or fixing something before it broke and left them stranded. Yet this time he’d been ordered to and he was quoting<span style="font-style: italic">enjoy life a little</span>something he was always being told. Zir was always working. It didn’t matter what time it was or where he was. He was always in the engine bays working away on something. He never went out or had much of a social life. Heck if it wasn’t for occasional meals he’d never even know any of the crew.<br/><br/>So here he was in a club. One of those high end male only clubs, you know the ones, he let a rare smile curve his lips. Maybe he’d get lucky. No sooner had he thought that then an exquisite looking male came up to him leaning against the table next to him and purred.<br/><br/>“Hi handsome, you alone tonight?” The man’s voice was deep and sultry. It like the male promised a wicked time. Zir was about to respond when his PD strapped to his wrist buzzed loudly he sighed. Great. So much for a hot date.<br/><br/>“Sorry love, work calls,” and with that Zir started towards the entrance. He had to be careful so no one would step on his tentacles as he moved. Every limb flowed over the ground propelling him quickly to the row of inner city transports. He flicked the screen on and read the message. Some sort of alarm was blaring and they were on yellow. He started swearing. Just his luck. He got in and held up a card to the driver. “Get me to the base faster then you’ve ever gone before and I’ll make it worth your while. Screw with me and I’ll kill you,” Zir said in a deadly tone.<br/><br/>Maybe it was the promise of money, or maybe it was his thread. Zir didn’t know and he didn’t care. All he knew is he made it there quicker then expected. He ran to the bridge to start up the engineering panels and get the ship prepped for launch, form his end anyways. Darin would still have to do any flight checks that were required. Zir looked over and spotted Darin, “Hey boss, what’s the deal man?”<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Eduian slumped back into a seat and surveyed the monitors. The number and volume of messages being flooded towards his system was incredible. There was no way he could answer them out. There was however, one way he could insure everyone was informed. At least everyone would know an emergency was happening. He quickly pulled up the database and entered in his code drawing up the main nav file he opened an alert sequence and started typing out a quick note that everyone with a PD, so pretty much everyone that was on Osmaria who happened to be a part of the Tearsia would see.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">The Coalition is sending a serious threat to attack the base. Evacuation is mandatory. All civilian population of the base are to head for the tunnels bellow the base unless you are part of a crew and wish to evac utilizing your ship. This is highly advised. We formally request that any ship capable of battle stall the enemy to give everyone on base a chance to evac.  Utilize drill 93</span></span><br/><br/>Drill 93 was a formal evacuation route that was designed specifically to empty the whole of the Tearsia base in such a manner that offered the most protection for everyone. It forced all personnel and civilians into the lower tunnels and into the underground passage that led from the base to an exit point in midtown of Osmaria’s market district. If the personnel kept their heads and managed to keep the civilians from panicking mass chaos might be avoided. Eduian could only hope. He looked around him as everyone in the room got the message and stared at him.<br/><br/>“Go,” was all he said. He had more bussiness to attend to. If he didn’t get it done, he’d never manage to save as many lives as he could. Right now that was his goal. He pulled up the list of local medics who were listed as Tearsia members and began to write up a message that they would all receive.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">We are under attack, the casualties and injury rate is expected to be high. Everyone who is able to help treat and shelter civilians and Tearsia members is requested to bring whatever aid they can. We are evacuating the base through the lower tunnels. Exit in midtown. Set up there.</span></span><br/><br/>He sent the message and rose finally. Shutting down the database he opened up all launch doors and released all latching clamps from every ship in the bay. This would prevent them from having to request launching codes. He just hopped that everyone was smart enough not to launch into each other.