((I'll make a quick character post while I wait for a response in the OOC))
The anthro who had parted from the group to engage the threat had finally caught up to the conflict and game to a halt at the edge of the district where the fight was still happening, the sounds of gunfire still ringing, a fire already starting up down the lane in one of the stalls, and bodies laid out around the path way that were once living speaking people. He stared for a minute, neither shock or fear in those blasé eyes but when he tried to move he found a lot of difficulty. Despite his experience in hell, his body still was experiencing fear; the fear of death and the gunfire and screams didn't give a positive form of support for the hybrid. He did pull himself together though and kept going after holstering his handgun to grab his rifle.
When he took a few steps forward, there was a single crack from a variety of guns heard nearby, followed by screams of terror. The ranger immediately answered the calls of chaos, and he steeled himself before moving in and turning the corner that revealed the scene before him. The guards are failing and most have fallen, the invading attackers had even covered enough ground so to start rounding up people to execute them. There was one man, pacing around shouting and calling out those who were to be executed by labeling them 'impure' or 'impervious to man kind' Some were pleading for mercy, but people were being killed in a systematic, inhumane way and that was something that always shocked the ranger. He had to pause, listening to the sound of guns being loaded, people both young and old sobbing and crying out, and the shuffling of boots until he registered that he had enough, and immediately, the hybrid turned the corner, flicked the safety off, and squeeze the trigger.
Throughout the station the gunfire became more frequent, and it was closer towards the group of survivors who had waited at one of the many exits where the fight had not caught up to them yet. It was rather evident there wasn't much time for peace left, but the question was: How would one enter the fray?