Star Wars: the Rats and the Mynocks

Galvin swore as the building was pummeled by fire from the swoop analogues. He really wanted to get out of there before it came down on their heads. He only briefly caught the muzzle flashes, and even then it was almost lost among the tumult. Unsurprisingly, he drew his Renegade and aimed uncertainly in the general direction of Ace's voice. Just who - or what - was this? This was certainly turning into one hell of a party.

"Uh, what she said," said Galvin, nodding toward Zora. He had to admit that she certainly was no fool - she knew what she was doing here, and if nothing else that could save everybody's hides. "I don't want to be here if this place collapses!"

As if to punctuate Galvin's words, the building shook with the next several salvos and dust cloaked the air: the starfighters' marksmanship were getting better. The last few shots had made it through shattered transparisteel to explode inside the building; the intervening floors had soaked up the blast—for now.

Both swoops loitered outside, circling at a safe distance, eyeballs to the fighters' shooters. The big transports were still clustered around the central towers far away, occasionally firing shots at whatever caught their gunners' fancy. Already the first of the transports had lifted off, climbing skyward.

"I think we should go." Galvin looked clearly shaken as he moved furtively yet quickly toward the exit. Obviously, he didn't intend on staying for much longer. His voice further betrayed how on edge he was. "Now."

By this point he was almost on his way downstairs, ready to make a run for it if the situation got any worse (which at this stage was looking very likely). He had barely met these people; he sure as hell wasn't going to get himself killed for them!

"He's right," said a voice, and out of what otherwise would have been a normal interior partition a human head poked through with a massive mane of white hair. Whoever it belonged to was in a great great hurry; he winced when another projectile hit something solid, ringing the floor like a bell. "Ye're not silly 'nough to shoot it out with that, are ye? I know a lots of others for ye!" He flinched again at another explosion. "That don't get shot at!"