As Cassandra broke down inside of the bar, the swelling silence of the street outside became more pronounced. The bar was empty, but the street itself was not.
"We're dropping the veil around the bar in a moment. I need all officers to understand this. The suspects are to be taken into custody unharmed, but if they fight back, you are allowed to use open shows of force and aggression to get them to back down." The Porian Police Chief, Selendra Macintyre, floated amongst the squad cars and assault vehicles. Guns were trained on the bar, as well as magic meant to incapacitate. Even still, the magic wielding officers spread amongst the force had no qualms with putting their suspects down permanently for what they had done, if necessary.
"We want all six of them to come with us peacefully." The Chief was an Aasimar, and a rather angelic one at that. No wings like some of the old legends told of. They had lost those long ago, but some form of flight was still available to every Aasimar with enough practice. "Any officer who unnecessarily abuses the force lawfully given to them by the Empire will have to answer to me. We all know what these six bastards did, but the real crime would be to kill them before facing true justice."
Selendra floated past an orc, their eyes locking for a moment. They'd met before, but did not know each other well. Kargin? Congor? Kraden? It was something like that. He was a good officer, a good citizen from what she had heard of him. She wanted to smile, but chose not to. She continued down the line of cars and stared at each of her officers, letting them know that she meant what she said. They were an instrument of justice, not vengeance.
As the Chief floated away, a young woman in dark grey clothes (were they rags or a suit?) and dyed black hair appeared behind the Orc. She rested a hand on his shoulder and wasn't surprised to see that he recoiled instantly at her incredibly foreign touch.
"You think you know what the people in that bar did last night. All of you think you do, but as you can see, I'm only talking to you." And she wasn't lying. It wasn't as though time had stopped, but that she and the Orc were unnoticeable. Free to speak. "Kagrin Gru'ul, an honorable Orc from an even more honorable family line forgotten long ago, remembered only by the Golden Lore. The stories I could tell of your ancestors and the parts they played in those ancient Iterations... almost makes me wish my job wasn't so close to being finished." She sighed, perhaps not so contentedly.
"Kagrin, you won't remember me or my touch. You won't remember any of what I've said except for what I say next: The Last Iteration will need your help. They did not attempt to assassinate the Emperor. They did not murder his family. All they did was drink until they passed out, allowing their bond to fully form. You can be accepted into that bond, but they'll need your help to make it happen. They are innocent and you help the innocent.
"Underneath the bar is a lab. You and the Last Iteration must make it into that lab. Everything depends on it." She leaned up towards the Orc and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll tell your great grandpa that you said hi."
In a sudden puff, the woman danced out of existence. Kagrin's body had moved back to where it had been before she touched him. It was as though no time at all had passed. Only one thought remained in the Orc's mind. "They're innocent and we need to make it into the secret lab underneath the bar."
"Veil is going down! 3! 2! 1!"
Click.
- - -
A sudden burst of noise of all kinds blew into the bar. Car engines, shouts, and to the well trained ears of Malone, the jangle of guns. Pistols, rifles, assault rifles, the works. The crackle of the presence of magic made the hairs on her neck stand up.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked. The emotional breakdown of only a few minutes ago left her entirely. Instead, the receptionist became a cool, calculating soldier.
"We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up peacefully or we will subdue you with force!" The amplified voice of a woman burned into the bar. An Aasimar, if Malone was right. It was as though the voice was amplified through magic, but there was no way to be sure without going outside and she would not be doing that.
A helicopter flying close overhead added to the sudden cacophony. "Diarmuid, the TV." She nodded towards the bartender. "All of you get ready for a fight. They're not taking us."
(OOC: So pretty straightforward, Stoney's cop character is on y'alls side. What exactly all of you did while passed out is still not clearly known to your characters, but the city of Poria sure as shit thinks you all attempted an assassination on the Emperor and his family. The Emperor's wife and children died in a massive explosion, but the Emperor was unharmed, fancy that. All of you have been blamed for it. So, there's plenty of ways for this scenario to end, but you have a goal, you have a man on the outside backing you up, and you have a desire, one would assume, to not get arrested or killed. But hey, that's on all of you to make happen!
This is when it gets fun!)