"I'll tell it from my perspective. I don't think anybody has the full story. So one day the Lords handed out guns to everyone they thought was loyal - what was left of the local police included. We were told to 'subdue the rioters' and 'restore order so the city can survive'. But we knew something was seriously wrong by then, so we argued. They wouldn't budge. Sent us out and told us we'd get lynched if we didn't disperse the budding riot. Then, they tried to head for their ocean liner. Sounded like it wasn't quite ready but they were running for it, thinking staying any longer was too risky. Someone overheard them heading out and the rumor spread like wildfire. Then the mob came, and us guards and police... Tried to talk them down, but not very hard, then most of us joined them. Some stuff started burning, some people started shooting. I ended up guarding four families huddled in a janitor's closet until a friend of mine found us and told me the Lords were gone and there were commandeered evacuation ships for all us workers, but we had to go now, no going home to pack or anything, since some kind of storm was coming. And then we ran and got on the boats, and came up here."