Year 2428 at the Free Humanity Movement (FHM) Headquarters (50 Years Post ka’Thar World Invasion)
The explosion resonated throughout the cavernous chamber, reigning chunks of the ceiling, some large enough to kill, down on the fleeing staff below. Thank God most of the personnel were gone, having been forewarned only moments ago.
Sonia was not so lucky. A chunk of rock, deflecting from the side of the chamber in an altered trajectory, struck her squarely on the head. She collapsed on the cavern floor, unnoticed, while others rushed around in panic mode.
Nobody thought to check on Sonia.
When she came to, she realized she’d only been out for a few minutes, judging by the continued commotion. The first thing she noticed was the smell of heavy dust from the broken concrete surrounding her, pieces of the once protective the walls and ceiling changed now into weapons. Dust stung her eyes causing tears to flow, blurring her vision further. She wiped her face with a dust covered hand, making it worse. By the time her senses had returned, Carson, the unit supervisor had spotted her and yelled for a medic. Both he and the medic made their way to her, dodging the debris on the concrete floor.
She staggered to her feet and swayed for a moment before leaning against the concrete wall for support. Glancing around, she saw others in worse shape than she and waved the medic away. “Please, attend to her first.” She pointed to Camille, one of the maintenance crew, who was bleeding from a head wound. While the medic went on to check on Camille, Carson gave Sonia a quick once over before letting her go.
Sonia probed her head with tentative fingers, confirming a massive bump, and blinking against the pain. I’ve had worse. I’ll live. She pushed off from the wall with shaking arms and stumbled a few steps. Pausing for a moment to regain her composure, she walked on tentative feet toward the briefing room and her father, Commander Garon Rogal. He’d be wondering where she was.