And so the Battle of Lanzar is over. Despite their poor performance at the climax, the strategic victory of the Imperials is, eventually, total, and the city is overrun. At the Pit, surrounding Imperial forces keep firing for another twenty minutes at everything in there, just to make sure.
Now the razung of the city begins. Always bombarded, burnt and battered, now it is to be levelled; oblitterated.
The flight of the people of Lanzar begins also. The populace- what remains of the military and the civilians- panic and flee. Lacking any form of central leadership, and not being creatures of great discipline anyway, the instinct of 'every pig for himself' takes over.
With no Imperials in the East, and none surrounding the city there, the populace flees in that direction.
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You guys manage to slip through to the starport in the confusion. Imperial guards are present, but your Senatorial guard still protect your vessels.
"To your ships, friends," Galahad says. "They won't try to intercept us; it would be a political felony on the Commissar's part to move against me, not to mention that, thanks to Rhys and Cass, they don't quite have the fighters for it..."
Galahad advises to everyone to avoid Imperial personnel in person and that only he will respond to hails from the Imperials.
Sasha and Ranad can ride aboard Thespion's Theater.
Kyle and Eerin have The Last Laugh.
Scarlet's ship is being towed by Galahad's, it seems, so Scarlet should ride with Rhys on The Black Dawn.
And Cass has his nippy fighter.
"Let's get off this dying world," Galahad sighs, his white robes flowing behind him as he moves up the ramp of his ship.