The crowd standing near the force-field was knocked back, ghastly hands grabbing at their throats. The asteroid guards began firing but the distance between the nearest gunner and the farthest wyvern was just enough to make the bullets inaccurate. Too inaccurate.
"Paramedics, please respond to the main cargo hangar. Paramedics, please respond to the main cargo hangar."
I rushed to the nearest team. Luckily, Roter was there, firing his purple matter slinger, giving the medics enough time to rescue a couple of strangling star citizens. Injecting some anti-ghoul into the gasping citizens, I felt a sensation of belonging. Like someone finally needed me instead of just going to do random things.
The wyverns kept firing. Their icy cold breath sucking the souls out of the innocent players.
"Loaded...FIRE!!!"
The distress beacon was activated. From the hangar, the internal combustion engines roars could be heard. Like a deep growl from some ancient beast beneath.
As I ran to the players who were hit the first, I was knocked back, suddenly. A wyvern had broken into the hangar.
I struggled to carry a man, a human, just like me. Dead however. Out of the dark inky space, the rainbow ship, now glitching lights, rammed through the hangar shields and scraped against the titanium surface of the interior.
The rest of the crowd began to stampede. The shock had receded and I was pushed down. Trampled as my fellow team-members tried to instill order among all the chaos. I could not breath and my vision was blurring. Unconsciousness, I remembered from some training. It follows aspiration. In this case however, I was not drowning.