They get flang. Bullets go wild.

None of the reds are hit; she sees to it.

Scrambly terrified reds with the clothes on their backs and their children's stuffed animals climb up until no more of them can do so.

She scoops up the remainder, quick as she can, and signals DZ to get them moving.

Reds are crowded together miserably in the hold of the ship.

It only takes a few minutes to get to the next district. Deskyl paces.

This one is not under attack yet. Some reds are already on the roofs just in case.

Go go go go go.

They go. They crowd in tighter and tighter; soon the ship won't be able to hold more.

- if she lets them in the clean section maybe she can get them all. If there isn't a door she'll make one.

There's not a door.

She's got a lightsaber. It's delicate work, not unintentionally breaking through, but she's up to it. And then one good Force-boosted yank, and yes there is.

Reds look alarmed.

She gestures them in.

Nope.

This is not the time for arguing with the alien, reds.

Aaaaaaaaaah that is not a way to get reds to enter your clean space.

This fucking species.

She goes back to helping reds into the hold.

Hold is full. Reds are packed in tight but resisting going through the aperture.

"Come through to the clean section so that everyone can fit," comes DZ's voice through the ship's internal speakers. "No one will be harmed."

That gets enough to go through to free up some space.

Scoop scoop scoop.

It's still going to get actually full before the district is empty.

She can only do what she can do. Off they go to the jungle.

Reds left behind scream after them. Their loved ones on the ship sob.