Planet: Askalade (Ruins)
Location: Underground Cariet Station
A chunk of tile smashed against Paul’s face knocking him to the ground. He dropped his end of the blanket and wiped blood away from his face.
“Are you all right?” Dr. Graham asked holding the other end of the makeshift litter.
From down the walkway, twenty or so citizens charged after the crew of the Polera. The mob wielded crude weapons and threw more debris in their rage. They were not about to let the body of their prophet, the Wheeler, be taken away by the outsiders.
“I’m fine. Let’s get this idiot to the Polera,” Paul said picking up his end of the blanket.
The two men carried between them the unconscious body of Lawrence Wheeler, former religious icon of the Cariet. Coordinate De’assario and Catherine led the way towards the open plaza frantically searching for any more signs of trouble. Within moments, the group was out into the plaza, a section of scrubbed tiles and open space between massive sections of apartment buildings.
Catherine looked behind and said, “There’s no time. They’re right on us.”