The Planetary Traffic Control Tower

[Eth Erzin]

Lents reached the thin upper atmosphere of Coruscant, blending in amidst the sparse traffic that was just enough to prevent conspicuousness but also offer a good vantage. He set the 'Rush to autopilot and flew lazy circles above the Tower as he waited for Skeang's signal.

[Skeang]

Occ: if someone wants to control some guards to fight me now would be a good time, ill go easier on them

Skeang felt tension in everyone around him. He had cloaked himself as to not provoke any suspicion after parking his ship. He walked to the front of the tower seeing three guards in the front of it.
"Any chance you would let me into the tower?"
"Not a chance big guy, move along"
Skeang felt a tinge of power surge into him. The empire had taken his friends, Sarvina, Ryan, and now Hurrikaine. He had held back before and now they were gone some possibly dead. The first real friends and comrades he had in hundred's of years. Skeang could hold back and spare these few. But Lents was one of the few friends he had left to count on. A smile came across his face.
"I give you fair warning that this whole city could turn into a fire fight in the next few hours, if you want to keep the peace for a short time, hold the bloodshed off for a little longer move aside."
"I you talk like that a second longer the only blood that will be shed is yours."
Skeang let his anger channel into his body. He yelled
"You ain't gonna be smug for much longer."
His claw flew forward extending his arm squiring one of the guards. It kept moving without stopping the guard flailed around with his lasts breaths as his blood drained on Skeang's claw. Without a step Skeang pulled out his new light saber with his free hand stabbing a second guard who had been too stunned by what was taking place to move. The third guard had started to run in fear as Skeang thrust his claw with the remains of the guard still falling off grabbing him and crushing him without a thought.
"Come out and fight me all of you in there better send a few better guys then those! I'll paint this tower with all of your blood, cause so much destruction its visible from the other side of the planet."

[Sith]

the building was mostly empty because of the recent activity at the temple, so only a few soldiers trickled out one at a time to confront skeang. they were scared of his size so they mostly hung back and fired their blaster rifles at him.

[Skeang]

Skeang knew he had to draw them a little ways from the tower. He ran toward the center of them hoping to scatter then smashing another one against the wall. The blaster shots hurt more then normal but between deflecting and taking them against his muscly hide he was ok. He began throwing whatever was in reach at them to try to scatter them into the streets so Lents could get in without notice.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents saw Skeang move in and so brought the Illuminant Rush in a wide downwards spiral, eventually cutting in almost perfectly horizontally to the tower. The tower itself had no landing docks, but for the Imperials that worked in it, there was one very close. Lents touched the 'Rush down without clearance on the opposite side of the tower from Skeang. The Traffic Control Tower was an important part of the infrastructure of Coruscant, so only dedicatedly proven Imperials were allowed to work in it--they were usually the type that were fiercely loyal to the Empire but wanted to serve a relatively low-excitement but important job. Lents held little pity for them.
The building was guarded, but not as much as he had expected, and most of the guards were attending to the far more pertinent threat of the force-sensitive gen'dai assaulting their front gate. Lents didn't imagine they'd notice his unauthorized VT-49 Decimator when they had far more pressing concerns on their hands, so he made his way quickly--but not without caution--towards the rear emergency exit.
He pressed the release for the door, but it blinked red, disallowing access. Lents sighed and ignited his lightsaber, cutting through the latch mechanism completely. The door slid open, and he slid in, extending his consciousness to sense nearby life-forms. Surprisingly, there were two guards in the adjacent hallway. "Makes sense they can't throw every guard at Skeang and leave the entire rest of the tower undefended," he said to himself. He ducked low and peeked around the corner, seeing the guards gripping their blaster rifles with white knuckles. Lents unhooked his lightsaber and threw it down the hallway before ducking back around the corner. He heard it clang against the ground loudly.
"What the kark? What is that? A thermal detonator--?!"
"No, it looks like a lightsaber," the other one said. "Be careful, it's some trick. They're trying to get in the back door! Okay Jedi, come out of hiding. We know the lightsaber is just a distraction." He grabbed the handle, making sure to hold the business end away from him.
"I'm calling for backup," the first guard said.
Lents gulped. He couldn't let that happen. He stepped around the corner, arms up in feigned submission, and was greeted with the long open barrels of the blaster rifles. The first guard was reaching for his comlink. With a jerk of his arm, Lents pulled the lightsaber out of the second guard's hand and snapped on the blade, tilting it to cover the open end of the rifle barrel and deflecting the inevitable blaster bolt back into the chamber. The gun went flying out of the second guard's hands, but Lents was more worried about the comlink held by the first guard than anything else. It was up to his mouth when Lents pushed his palm forward and spun the yellow blade at the guard's hand, rending the comlink in half. The blaster in his other hand opened fire and a bolt went streaking up past Lents' head, glancing off the shoulder of his Mandalorian breastplate.
Another swing of the lightsaber, and the blaster rifle was two useless pieces. Both guards froze, caught helpless; but the second one--who was closer to Lents--pulled out a pocket blaster from the back of his waist and fired off a round. The weaker shot splashed over Lents' breastplate and he flinched, jerking the lightsaber around and severing the guard's spine.
As the guard toppled to the ground the other one dove forward, reaching for the lightsaber's handle. But Lents brought it back and inverted the point, causing the guard to run face-first into the blade. Lents gagged as the smell of cauterized flesh spread through the hallway, so he hurried along, looking for a lift upwards to the memory chambers.

[Skeang]

Skeang had been getting caught up in the carnage he was creating and realized that his precise and overpowering attacks might lead on that he was indeed just the distraction. So Skeang did what he figured was the best way to make him seem like a crazy monster that only wished to destroy everything around him. He lifted a few of the carcasses into the air "eating them" in a way. He lacked any sort of digestive system and had no need to eat but loosening the muscles around his head to plunge the bloody dismembered bodies down into his body for safe keeping was enough of an illusion to scare off a few of the remaining guards. Skeang began to climb the tower to the best of his abilities, not the easiest feat for him due to the materials the towers were made of but doable even if slow.
"The flesh of the fallen feeds my rage! Haven't any of you the gut needed to fight me?"
He bellowed spewing smaller pieces of the soldiers he was holding inside of him, he felt clever. Skeang honestly had never been good at making a scene as his massive and almost disgusting appearance had done it for him. Skeang sensed Lents near the bottom of the tower and could hear voices of at least five more guards scattered throughout the tower. Two of them were headed toward Lents as he spoke. He saw that the lift for that floor got off at that level with the two of the guards. He assumed Lents would be intercepted if he didn't do something to get there attention. Skeang broke through the nearest window with a great deal of difficulty. Broken glass stuck in his hand from the window he slashed at the guards til they came over to the window. He grabbed one throwing it out the window. He grabbed the second guard but it held on when he tried to throw it. The guard shot close range blaster rounds into his hand that was already injured with broken glass. Skeang saw a small crowd of civilians gathering a few hundred meters away from him watching him attack the tower. He knew if he took care of this guard grotesquely enough he would be able to draw near total attention. Skeang bit down hard (with the teeth he has in even picture of his species, though everything I read says he has no bones). He stiffened the fingers in his free hand and hacked off the hand that held the guard. He heard gasps as the guard who was now weighed down by the hand he had cut off fell out the broken window. Skeang jumped down from the window, and showed the guard both the guards who were dying on the ground as the tendrils of muscles in his arm extended replacing his hand almost instantly. He then lifted both of the guards up one in each arm stuffing them into his body. Screams and crying were heard from the crowd near him. Skeang took several steps toward the crowd as some of them fled. He compressed the muscles in his chest crushing the guards in his body. He allowed blood there blood to spew from his chest, smiling at the crowd all the time.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents grabbed his lightsaber, hanging in midair, and clipped it back onto his belt. walking through the hallways, he didn't sense or see any more guards besides the two he had slain at the entrance. Heading closer and closer to the center of the floor, Lents finally found a holosign pointing towards the lift. "Alright, here we go," he said. He palmed the door open, pressed for the top floor, and waited anxiously as the doors closed. Would he find any more people at the top? Indubitably. There weren't only guards working at the tower, but hopefully the workers at the top would be easy enough to intimidate into compliance. As he reached the middle floors, he sensed Skeang outside of the building, and powerful energies of rage flowing through him. Lents winced, both for Skeang's power over the dark side and for those that would be subject to it. He was really, really lucky to have a force-sensitive gen'dai on his side.
Then the lift stopped. "Emperor's black bones! What happened now?" He glanced up at the floor display and it read top floor. "Blast, there must be more than one lift to the top." He unclipped his lightsaber and gripped it tightly in his hands, ready to throw at a moment's notice. When the doors opened, Lents blinked at the sudden bright light. There weren't any guards, but there were horrific spatters of blood coating the hallway and a shattered window directly opposite. Lents walked cautiously over to it and peered out and down. Skeang was on the ground level, putting on a terrifying display of gore to scare away a curious crowd and a group of guards--the majority of those in the tower that had been called over to Skeang's position. "Perfect distraction." Lents reclipped his lightsaber and sneaked through the hallways, trying to find the second lift. If all went as planned, he wouldn't encounter anybody.

[Skeang]

Skeang wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear that but he had. He continued yelling at the crowd in an attempt to call out some heroism from anyone in the crowd who was planning on getting resistance after him. Skeang knew it was only a little time before some actual dangers showed up he hoped Lents hurried so he could get out of here before that. Skeang picked up a small vehicle and began swinging it in the direction of the crowd causing them to scatter for the most part. He then hurled the vehicle in the direction of the tower causing it to explode, causing the remainder of the crowd to vanish.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents saw nobody in the hallways--at least, nobody wandering freely. "This is probably the equivalent to a terrorist attack for the Imperial loyalists," he said to himself. Some doors were locked shut, and others held nothing but powered-down janitorial droids or empty office cubes. Even as he disappeared into the depths of the tower, Lents could hear ruckus and commotion from outside the building. The building shook. Lents braced his arm against the wall "What in the--". He shook off the shock and kept going.
Down one hall he found an active janitor droid, and ducked back around the corner, in case it could send out warnings to security. He slipped around, pushing his back up against the wall to stay out of its view range. He was right behind it when it suddenly turned around, a mop arm extending from its round body. "Excuse me sir," it said, pushing the mop at Lents' feet. Lents stepped out of the way and activated his lightsaber, severing the metal body in two. Three more strategic slashes and there was not a single active circuit left in the body. Lents hurried down the hall, then again saw the lift sign. He palmed it open, reading the floor chart. Yes, this was the upwards lift. The doors shut and it started to move. Lents glanced around the lift, looking for a security cam. In the corner. "Kark!". He backed up under it, trying to get out of its viewrange. If he destroyed it, that was as good as a klaxon to security. After he calmed down, doing his best to mask his presence in the force, he glanced at the floor indicator. He had a little ways to go before he reached the top.
He lifted his arm and looked at his thumb--the one that had been ground to a pulp by the chiss Sith. In the time period between when they all had returned form the Sith Temple and Hurrikaine blew up Skeang and kidnapped Sarvina, he had gotten a bacta patch to place over it. It was healing, but it had only been a couple of days, and so it was still very, very tender. "Lucky enough for me I don't even need my hands to fight any more." Lents began to wonder about other users of telekinetic lightsaber wielding, but the lift emitted a ding and the doors opened.
"Last floor, here we go," Lents said, pulling out his lightsaber.

ooc: sorry for the not very eventful post, I meant for it to be longer but then had to sort of cut it down due to irl time constraints.

[Skeang]

Occ: if someone wants to give me something to do this is taking longer then I expected and I dunno many more ways to brutally kill people.

Skeang saw a small group of armed men coming in his direction he threw the smoldering remains of the vehicle he had broken at them bowling over most of them.

[Sith]

a lone sith apprentice was stationed at the tower, and decided that he had found his chance to prove himself to the sith cause. he leaped out of the front door on to the beasts back and attempted to stab him with his lightsaber, while he used it as a catalyst to fire a concussion wave out of the blade

[Skeang]

Occ: thank you whoever did that although I wonder how many of these low level sith I can beat up before the empire takes notice the current count is 2 injured 1 about to be dead.

Skeang had heard the sith moving but did not react in time. The blade struck his back his whole body lurched forward to counter the force of the strike. Skeang hurled his whole body forward attempting to throw the sith apprentice off. He rolled forward pulling out both his light sabers and readying himself for a fight.
"You tried to sneak up on me eh? I'm gonna make you regret that. I'll rend your body til all they find is a pile of mush and blood."
Skeang ran forward charging in from the left side of the apprentice slashing with his right hand saber.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents walked through the hallways, and came up behind security guards patrolling the floor. He froze and slowly backed up. He hadn't thought of that. If they were in lockdown because of the 'terrorist' attack going on, of course they would leave some of the security behind to guard the most important rooms in the building--those that were responsible for controlling traffic flow. If those rooms got compromised, aerial accidents over the planet would increase tenfold, and not even the evil Sith Empire would want that. Not over their central planet, at least.
When he back around the corner, he stopped and assessed the situation. There were two guards there, and there were likely others patrolling the largely circular network of hallways. Lents just needed to find the right room. It would have civilians in it, not combat-trained, and so the door would be locked for extra security. Even though he detested that lifestyle, he had learned some tactical logic from the Mandalorians he had run with in his earlier years.
He ran the opposite direction from the guards, using the Force to quiet his footfalls.
Now, he had already passed the storage room, but Hurrikaine's flight had been only earlier that day, and the flight log wouldn't have been entered into long-term storage yet; it would still be in the recording console of the main control room. He needed to find a locked door with many life-forms on the other side. Lents extended his sense, looking for a high concentration of sapient beings.
He sensed the two guards he had just narrowly avoided, and sensed two more a ways to his front and left--he would have to move soon to get out of their way--and yet another two across the tower. There was a slight ramp going up to a room that was positioned in the very center of the tower, sitting directly on top of where the lift ended. That was it. Lents sensed... anywhere from 15-20 workers in there, and judging by their density, plenty of droids. Alright, he had a destination.
He ran and ducked through the hallways, taking a longer and more circuitous route than the most direct one to avoid the paths of the three pairs of guards. Eventually he got to the ramp, and the door at the top was locked. "Blast." Lents bit his lip. He could use his lightsaber to cut through the door, but that would give them an advance warning more blatant than if he had a neon hologram sprouting from his head. Another option was to kill a guard and use his hand to palm the door open, but Lents didn't want to sever any hands just yet.
He stood, leaning against the wall, pondering what he was going to next. If he slew a guard near here, he could just drag the body over and avoid any hand-severing. but still, that involved killing a more-or-less innocent life-form, and as a Jedi, Lents wasn't supposed to kill anybody unless it was absolutely necessary. "Hmph," he said.
He needed a subtle and innocuous way to get in...

[Sith]

the young sith blocked the attack, but was sorely outmatched. his arm wrenched back from the force of the blow leaving him stunned. he quickly jumped back to put distance between this monstrosity and himself and fired a quick force shock at it

[Skeang]

Skeang noticed the quick moving blast of energy coming at him but knew that a force shock wouldn't last long if it didn't hit something so using the momentum left from his charge he moved all his weight onto his arms then with his full muscles he pushed himself back several meters away allowing the force shock to disappear.
"Not a bad try at all but you need to pick your battles more wisely."
Skeang licked his lips his body still dripped blood from the chunks of guards still mingling around in his mass. He was truly enjoying the fight, loving the idea of wrecking his opponents and savoring the victory. He was truly embracing his form and yet he kept his eyes on the prize knowing that the most fufilling slaughter would be the one that allowed him to save his friends.
"Your sith order once cut me and shot me and burned me mutilating me in all manners for decades. But no form of punishment was able to keep me down. You are no different, your attacks hinder me but nothing you can do can destroy me and even if you should this encounter I will bury you eventually, because I don't die... Well not like your kind at least."
Skeang lunged toward the sith knee first aiming toward his chest. He turned off his blades turning his fingers into a series of sharp hooks, he reached his arms out in front of him. He flew at the enemy knowing if the knee connected the blow would push the pathetic creature back onto his claws which were large enough to puncture almost his entire body.

[Eth Erzin]

Lents racked his brain but couldn't think of anything plausible to get the door open that didn't involve being as stealthy as he would have liked. On a whim, he placed his hand on the scanner pad, and it blinked red and buzzed angrily. "Uh-oh," he said, stepping back. It didn't stop buzzing or beeping. Lents looked behind him. "Kriff!" He reached out with the Force and felt the guards running towards his position. That was smart--alerting the entire building to an intruder if somebody's hand didn't scan.
He ran back, looking for a way to cut through the halls and avoid the charging guards. No, it was too late, he was trapped no matter which route he took. He turned back to the door. He needed to find a way to open it--quick. The door: standard upwards sliding mechanism, there would be an emergency release somewhere in the machinery. Lents looked quickly. The scanning device was there, the shape of the door allowed the gearshaft to be... there. Lents glanced behind him, he had seconds left. Above the gearshaft--that's where the emergency release would be. He snapped on his lightsaber, and plunged it deep into the metal: one spot, and the door slid open. "The Empire needs to remember that Omwati are smart, and have sided with the Jedi." He slipped in through the door, and saw a crowed of people huddling back against the opposite wall, having abandoned their workstations. A handful of pocket blasters were pointed at him. He brought his lightsaber out of the metal and floated it in front of him. "I don't want to have to kill anyone, so you have your chance, right now, to leave. I won't stop you." Lents edged his way to the side of the room, followed incessantly by the workers' panicked eyes. He gestured with his hand, and a bunch of them ran out the door. He looked at the rest. "Look, I won't hurt you. If you leave right now." Some more fled. This had the added effect of slowing down the guards that would inevitably run into this crowd.
"Wh-what do you want with us?" One of the people who hadn't left--A male Twi'lek holding one of the pocket blasters--asked shakily.
"Like I said, my goal isn't to hurt anyone. I'm not a terrorist, I just want some flight data from earlier today. You can give me that, right?" Lents' lightsaber floated slowly closer to the handful of people that had remained. The Twi'lek pointed his blaster at the lightsaber, back to Lents, at the lightsaber again, then finally settling on Lents.
"The Empire will not stand for terrorism!" A round fired at the same time Lents spun his glowing yellow blade in a circle parallel to his body. The bolt bounced off the blade and hurtled back to the Twi'lek, striking him in the shoulder. "Augh! Aaggghhh..." He fell to the ground, whimpering.
Lents started to get angry, then swallowed it, turning the frustration into resolve. "Just because I said I don't want to hurt you doesn't mean I won't if I have to!" He hopped towards them, demonstrating an intimidating array of body movements of Form IV while spinning and jabbing his lightsaber angrily. It was all he could to focus on controlling both his body and his lightsaber, but it worked due to the workers' untrained resolve. The show broke the last of them and they fled. All but the Twi'lek, who still lay whimpering on the ground. Lents reached down and picked up the blaster, holstering it on his belt, but he left his lightsaber activated and floating behind him. Just in case.
Looking at the biggest terminal, Lents opened up the computer system and searched through the work functions available at that station. "Blah, blah, blah, aha! Traffic records!" Lents would have never imagined the day he would have been excited for looking through traffic records that could get him killed. It sounded ridiculous. "Okay, time stamp, about five hours ago... let's see... vehicle type, around that time. Aha!" Lents found the log of Hurrikaine's flight. He knew it was there, so he swung his lightsaber around and sliced through the outer paneling of the computer, opening up the inside so he could grab the data chip and get out.
As he pocketed the chip, he turned around to stare down the barrels of six blaster rifles pointed at him. "Oh... kriff."

[Skeang]

Bump~ Skeang had been flying at his target waiting for an action for almost 2 days the anticipation kept building

[Darth Jeluvitas]

(sorry, i will get to it later tonight)

[Sith]

the unfortunate sith was impaled on the claws, and used the last of his life force to turn his body into an explosion of force energy to wound the creature in any way he could.

[Skeang]

Skeang smiled as his claws poked through the sith's chest he felt the oncoming blast and quickly pulled his arms out to both sides ripping the sith in half completely. The blast blew the halves of the sith off his claws and knocked him back toward the tower. He then heard the sound of a blaster rifle shot inside the tower. Before the sound had even registered he had started to run toward the tower climbing back in through the window he had broken he hoped Lents would still be in one piece when he got there.