Everyone was excited and had wanted to rush in the moment the gate leading into the base had opened, the military took on the duty of public order and began arranging the messy group into ordered lines.
The first to bed in were the snobbish officials and big families, right now they were acting like children demanding that the person in charge of the base would open the gates and let them in. Some of the more sensible ones tried to distance themselves from the rest of their families wanting to bury their head in the ground in shame.
The military took 20+ minutes to eventually convince the noisy upper echelons to quieter down and line up, even if they realised that they were the ones holding up the process of entering they would not care at all as if their image among the common populace were of no importance.
Finally after everything was settled the huge gate began to open, from within many soldiers wearing protective armour covering their entire body came out and began sorting the refugees out.
Those who were injured or sick would be examined first and would be sent in for healing, then came the families and old people. The aristocrats would be next afterwards followed by the individual refugees, hearing the order that they would enter the encampment, many refugees were cheering while the big families were cursing till their throats were hoarse, demanding they should be let in first as it's their right even threatening the soldiers within with action.
A high ranking officer who wore armour that covered his body except for his head stepped out and yelled "you wish to attack this base then by all means!" Soon many turrets and marksmen had aimed their guns at the clamouring families which immediately quiet ended down when they noticed.
They secretly made a mental note that when they get back to the city that they would sue and persecute this base to the full.
Now the officer smiled seeing no one trying to cause trouble and continued "anyone causing a ruckus will be sent to the back of the line no exceptions!" The big families had wanted to argue but shut their mouths immediately after seeing a glare from the soldiers.
"Now the sickly and injured will separate over here and medical staff will examine each one of you to see whether any of you are infectious."
The refugee group had some of its people move to the designated area where a group of medics were heading over. Each one was examined and if they were cleared would be then guided into the base, as they were slowly getting sorted, some old people who were holding on by sheer will finally passed away, those families began crying loudly luckily dying of old age wasn't a problem anymore as technology could lengthen lifespans by more than 100 years. The problem with this is the various gene mutations which could suddenly explode after a dozen or so years due to exceeding natural body limits. Various medics had quickly moved towards the fallen individuals and after clearing them as well as the families would be brought in for life prelongment and resuscitation.
Soon an alarm sounded and a sickly individual was separated and isolated, a large truck came out of the base and carried the sickly individual into the truck.
An announcement was issued that an infectious pathogen was discovered and that any individual who had it would be isolated and moved into a special medical van to be cured.
The curing process would take from a day to a week depending on the severity. Soon more infections came up and they were all sent into the large van, there were some aristocrats among the people infected.
A few hours in, a report came back from the van and it said that the infectious disease came from one of the big families. This caused an uproar especially among the upper class, the common refugees immediately distance themselves from the officials while the big families kept denying the claim.
One of the medics claimed that one of the symptoms were blue spots on the body and immediately all the big family members began examining themselves to their dismay almost all of them had blue spots and only 25% had no symptoms. These officials all began to pale, one of them asked what happened if the illness were ignored, another medic came in holding a portable device. It was immediately turned on and a hologram showing the first infectious victim was all swollen growing 4 times the size and had blue fungus sprouting out of their body. The image made all the higher ups collapse, some soiling themselves while others desperately charged towards the nearest medic and requested to be cured.
Gunshots echoed and the aristocrats regained clarity although they were all still desperate they didn't try to approach the medics all at once. Soon the medics began examining all the big families before they were sent into the vans, only 10% of the entire upper class was sterile the rest had to be isolated.
Soon all the injured and sick where examined with the more injured having first priority. Gareth was going to be healed on the second day, and as he was escorted towards his abode the inside of the base was filled with various military buildings and soldiers doing training.