🔫 Get the Governor!

Mina's brutal staff clip takes one in the chin, and his jaws clap together, the end of his tongue flying off. The guard falls to the ground, spraying tongue blood and scream-gurgling.

Damak's disintegrator rifle lines up and takes the head of another guard who was watching Rik perform an acrobatic stunt, and trying to record it for his GalacTikTok feed. I'll get at least three hundred views for-- where his last thoughts.

Rhugo grabs another guard who is about to back up the governor, punching his legs. The guard slams his face into the stairs, teeth and blood splashing in three directions, and Rhugo notices that Ash has also shot him in the back. Who gets the kill for that one? We'll have to review the six o'clock news for the insta. Verdict: Rhugo. Grego's shot didn't break flesh.

Meanwhile, Ash powers up, his suit building a huge charge, and he unleashes it into a guards head. Her eyes buzz and pop, exploding from the overwhelming energy and she falls to the ground saying, "Heavens!" lightly before passing out.

The party guests have run for the doors. Drinks, canapes, and incongrously one pair of tighty whities are flung through the air as the various dignitaries make undignified retreats from the carnage. Except for that one guy Arthir Graeyam.

Xavix Bryce, zero-G golf pro to the stars climbs over the hedge and shivers behind the verge. Jadirel Arnaf, the thankfully fully dressed anchorman for the Galactic Nude News Network runs with both hands waving in the air like a muppet, his scream so high pitched several hounds join the chorus. Malakye Gayel (chief engineer for weapons conglomerate Elastic Penguins LLC) pulls out his own prototype and begins to light up the catering table with a misfiring plasma whip before he wraps it around his own throat and bursts into flame like an elemental god of fire, for a few seconds anyway. Arthir Graeyam, capo for the Peaky Blinders (tm) nods and takes notes, wondering which of you he should invite to the Kennel Club Black Tie Poodle Parade next week. Bradger Chindlr, attorney general for the city of Adranus City, just faints.

The Governor of Adranus City, Maro Rendar and his two remaining guards disappear through a door into a tall tower leading to the space-garage. That's like a normal garage, but for spaceships.

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Governor's Guards Morale (13): 2
Chaos Factor Pool: 6

MJ and the Smooth Criminals continue to belt out their unique synthcore latin-fusion punkska tunes as the fight and panic and explosions rock the stage. They're professionals, or really happy to get this gig and not willing to blow the opportunity just because of a little theatrical mayhem. As Grego and Rhugo finish off the remaining guards in the party area, they transition into their oft requested Salsa Bop Crystal Feelings.

Your party looks in hella disrepair
But I'm not fuckin' with a dozen constellations of stars
I cyborged my legs somewhere in Yttrium Omega
Trying to convince the GCC to pay attention to me

The quadlithium absinthe we drank? I'm not sure it was real
Massage place in the mega towers? We know what's the fuckin' deal
'Cause Slug Mafia of Xeron 7 waits outside, pretending they're not there
Avert their tendril eyes, but I don't really care

I don't wanna lay in pain and stare at the starscene
While chasing the feelings
There's too much in my head to sleep
And I did the thing that Galactiktok said
"Foot on the floor beside the bed"
Still too much crystal in my head to sleep
Too much crystal in my head to sleep
Too much crystal in my head to sleep tonight

So I get salsa, bop your quadlithium bones again
Get salsa'd up, lost in hyperspace again
Get salsa, boogey all your friends again
Get salsa up, shame your crystal feels with zen

Ash and Damak lead the posse of hard chargers and heart takers through the garbage chute and you find yourselves covered in bits of nanofoam packing peanuts, like a cloud of chiffon orbiting your gravity.

The tinpot dictator Governor Maro Rendar is climbing into his sleek Manamani Legacy Hyperjet Mark VIIa with a shameful total lack of any aftermarket modifications, like the boardroom bordeom that he is. His two remaining guards cover his escape by hiding behind a pair of remarkably conveniently place heavy packing crates that by all laws of garage safety should have been pushed up against a wall but where they are provide excellent cover.

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Governor's Guards Morale (13): 2
Chaos Factor Pool: 6