Thread: Infinite Anarchy MAIN THREAD ((Dominion Wanted!))

Name Nickname Sidra Hesperus. Race Human. Faction Solarian. Attire Long dark brown skirt, dark brown corset top with pink satin off-the-shoulder sleeves, brown boots, gold headpiece resembling the rays of the sun. Weapon None. Location The Embassy, Planet Helion. Tagging Anyone. Time TBD One moment Sidra was watching everyone with bated breath, the next all hell broke loose. Everything happened in slow motion as one by one the emissaries seemed to fall, blood splattering everywhere, soaking the pristine room in sick shades of crimson. She watched the dark bloom spread over the Admiral's chest before his head erupted in one massive explosion, the Dominion barbarian in all his gruff demeanor following close behind. Bits of skull and brain plastered against those stark white walls, a painting emanating the result of what occurred that day. Chaos. Nothing, but chaos! As horror began to course through Sidra's veins, she pushed away from the table, her tiny body shaking with fear as she frantically began to search out where the shots were coming from. Briefly, her eyes found those of Ayana's, her fellow Solarian, but in all the chaos the pilot had moved causing her to worry all the more. Before she knew it, the woman she'd begun to grow fond of and admire slumped over, her body crumpling forward over the table as a spray of blood painted the wall behind her. A shriek left Sidra's mouth, her hand moving to cover it. What was this? What was going on? Immediately, her eyes shifted then to the Novus, his almost entirely synthetic body seemingly shut down for the moment as it flickered and sputtered, clearly hindered and unable to function. It had been struck too! By whom and for what purpose? Who wouldn't want peace? Sidra could only guess... Dominions, more than likely! She saw how reluctant their emissary had been to the terms set by Calista Eagan! Damn them! Damn them all! Her face grew hot as the fear and hatred coursed through her veins at the nightmare unfolding before her. There was no saving those representing the factions, they were beyond help. Dead. But... Sidra, already away from the table and moving toward the exit, saw the Novus starting to move again out of the corner of her eye. But, how? She had no time to really think on it. They were strange beings, frightening, evading death unlike true humans. Did they truly have no soul of their own? Shivering at the passing thought, pale eyes pricking with tears as the chaos ensued, she turned her attention back toward the door, determined to get out and survive. Her legs felt shaky and wobbly, still unused to the strange gravity of the planet as she darted toward the exit. It was like a beacon of hope as it beckoned her toward safety. Though really, what dangers waited out in the open? As Sidra continued toward the door, the gravity making her dizzy as she moved on unsteady feet, she stumbled and tripped and landed hard against the floor with a crashing thud. Wincing, she rolled onto her side and rubbed at her wrist. Fortunately, it wasn't broken, merely bruised. Brushing her auburn hair out of her face, she attempted to scramble back up to her feet, but her legs felt heavy. No. No, she wouldn't let the strange sensation of the gravity get to her. Not now. Not when danger was imminent and life was on the line. Trying once more, she stumbled again and as she fell, she heard another shot fire and ricochet off of something behind her causing her to let out a scream.