'Oh no, no, no... Not now' The shrill security alarms rang through the air. Nikoh knew he'd been caught, a depot like this in the middle of a rebellion of course he couldn't just hop off a train, there must've been some trace or footage. 'Why did I stick around?' 'Why didn't I just leave?' 'Did that Vykker send for security without me finding out?' Pangs of frustration throbbed through his skull as he reached to his hip and looked at the Vykker, she seemed terrified desperately scanning her surroundings. Mildred finally spoke, nearly muted by the screech of the alarms, she'd asked the same question he'd asked himself from the moment he heard the alarms. Nikoh flinched at the sound of her voice, drawing his gun from its holster and raising it to the security personnel in formation surrounding the station platform. Every guard had their back to the platform, and himself: They were being protected from something outside the platform. The Vykker couldn't have done this. They weren't here for him.
"I ain't got nothin' to do with this, lady." Nikoh's lax tone belied the slight tremor of his hands and the rush of fear he'd had at the thought of being caught. Nikoh composed himself and set about scanning the platform, huddles of aghast Glukkons rushed to the security doors, barks of command and authority being pushed back by the Sligs assigned to keep whatever was on the platform, on the platform. Squads of chant suppression orbs drifted through the air, their usual gentle thrum and hum being drowned out by the alarm.
"Where's y'guard? You fancying to stay?" Nikoh asked the Vykker, still holding his gun out towards the nearest cluster of guards. He could hear the whirring drone of Slig pants from outside the platform as gunshots echoed throughout the platforms surrounding. After pushing back those trying to leave, large groups of security personnel retreated through the doorways: Only a small contingent remained on the platform. Nearby doorways lowered their security shutters, the heavy clang of steel echoed through the high ceilings of the depot, condemning those left on the platform to their fates.
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