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Post by Military on Feb 15, 2012 23:56:44 GMT -8
As the bolts came flying back toward them, the guards started to panic. Some dropped to the floor, others hugged the corridor walls; only one tried strafing. The stray bolts ended up catching two guards who were at a loss for what to do. One took a hit in the shoulder and went down cursing. The other caught a bolt straight in the throat, went limp, and died within moments.
They stopped firing for a moment in fear of more unintentional friendly fire. When the enemy decided to take advantage of the situation two more delegates were killed. One of the guards commanded they rush after him and attempt to take him in close combat. And so they pulled out various blades, vibroblades, and stun batons and rushed after him.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 17, 2012 17:04:50 GMT -8
It seemed enough of the clan leaders were dead to get the message across. Marekis brought his attention to the guards now. He needed time to acquire whatever security clearance the delegates may have and obviously the guards weren't going to give that to him. He stabbed out at one ready to push any others away if need be.
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Post by Military on Feb 17, 2012 17:38:14 GMT -8
The guards fell upon the jedi, no longer giving any heed to their own lives. They only wanted to buy the clan leaders time to escape.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 17, 2012 17:58:34 GMT -8
Marekis noticed the guards blind fury. They no longer cared for their own lives. It was time to end this. With several swings of his saber Marekis attempted to end this foolish fight and be on his way.
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Post by Military on Feb 17, 2012 18:06:40 GMT -8
One by one the guards fell. Limbs and blood went flying and the smell of burned fur and flesh wafted through the hall. The remaining Senators had managed to make it to the lift and now the Firrerreo was alone on the top floor. Nothing else but bodies and their parts.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 17, 2012 18:47:33 GMT -8
Marekis grinned at the piece of art he had painted. But there was no time to enjoy this. He needed to move quickly. Who knows how many more Bothan guards could storm this room. Marekis searched through the corpses but found nothing of use. He glanced over at the captain he had slain at the start of the art session. He noticed the high ranking outfit he wore and knew he was the guy he was looking for. He searched through his person but found no card, no key, no nothing. It seemed like for a moment he would have to drag the corpse with him. But Marekis was an artist! So he did what he does best.
"I really hope you don't need this..."
Marekis activated the saber and cut the bothans fury head from his fuzy shoulders. He grinned with contentment at his new "companion".
"Well you ready to help me kill a few more of your people?"
He bobbed the head in response to the question. He laughed once and went on his way. Walking deeper into the facility he came across what he believed to be the security room. He raised the head up to the retinal scanner. Peeling open the eyes he heard the door beep, then boop. And like that it unlocked the way into the security room.
"Now let's see here...what's big enough to cover up a mass murdering Firrerreo such as myself..."
Marekis searched through and found something worth his time:The controls to a wandering satellite orbiting the planet. And luckily it was currently close enough to crash onto the Clan house giving him enough time to escape. After enough messing with the controls the satellite was on it's way. And he needed to move. NOW!
Marekis bolted out of the security room at top speed, using the force to boost his speed further. He needed to get as far from the Clan Center as possible.
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Post by Military on Feb 17, 2012 19:03:22 GMT -8
Alarms were blazing everywhere. Not only inside the facility, but outside as well. Everyone was screaming and panicking. The city wide emergency system had announced that a military satellite had lost orbit and was falling toward the city.
All around people were trying to get to the starport, to hovercars, speeders, swoop bikes- anything that could get them out of the city. With all this commotion, no one outside the Clan building even knew about the assassination yet. There was already destruction and disorder as people fought over each other and vehicles collided into buildings.
Meanwhile, all the guards most of the guards had escorted any high ranking individuals and other occupants to the ships in the Clan Buildings private port. A few had stayed behind however, whether they were brave or just exceedingly unlucky, and scrambled the building to find the perpetrator of all this.
They cleared out all their weapons caches; they were equipped with anything they could get their hands on- from hold-out pistols, to grenade launchers.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Feb 17, 2012 19:27:41 GMT -8
Marekis had to make it to his ship in time. He sped past all the reamaining soldiers and guards, not wanting to waste any precious time on them. Several guards met him at the exit to the facility blocking the way, ready to kill whoever was responsible for this catastrophe. Marekis glided over the top of them, and landed on the other side, throwing the captains head in their direction to buy him some time.
Make a straight away root for the docking station he noticed more guards escorting citizens off planet. They took one look over at Marekis and drew their weapons. Marekis couldn't find away around them, so he had no choice. He drew his saber and readied himself for one final fight. But at the last second something very convenient happened.
"Look! Up in the sky!"
The satellite was nearly here. Markeis used this opportunity to speed past the guards and to his ship. He activated the controls and sped up off the dock. That's when the satellite hit. The explosion shook the city blowing his ship off course in the process. Marekis grunted and kept control of his ship and made his way off planet. Staring down at the planet he smiled. Perfect success. It was time to make his way back to the base. But perhaps he should make a stop elsewhere...
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Post by Military on Feb 17, 2012 19:39:13 GMT -8
The satellite that fell had been an orbital defense satellite, carrying several tons of weapons grade gases, explosives, and power cells. It came down just outside the Starport. The resulting explosion took that out along with the Clan Building, and a fourth of the city.
Several million people had been in Drev'starn at the time- whether they were residents, tourists, visiting business beings, it did not matter. Hundreds of thousands were killed in the Cataclysm and hundreds of thousands more were injured. This tragedy would not be forgotten. It would not be forgiven.
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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Feb 17, 2012 19:54:12 GMT -8
The blast completely caught them off guard. “What the kark was that?” Ophelia rushed over to one of the screens, pushing the soldier out of the way.
“A satellite just crashed into the Clan Center, ma’am,” he tentatively tried to explain as he regained his balance. Her lips parted as she hissed in response. Drawing away from the screen, she stood in front of the blaster shield, her arms crossed.
“Land. We need to see if there are any survivors.” She had to admit that creating such a diversion was clever, but that Jedi better keep it up if he wanted to live. She was coming after him. They did not argue, but began pressing the controls to take the ship through the atmosphere.
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Post by Ophelia Solaris on Feb 17, 2012 23:10:59 GMT -8
It proved difficult to find any place to land. The surrounding buildings around the Center had been reduced to rubble in the explosion and the city was, needless to say, in a mass panic. Once they were able to key into a place secure enough, many residents had already fled. Good, there would be less incompetent fools scurrying around to get in the way. Ophelia calmly stepped from the lowering ramp and nudged some wreckage from a building out of her path with the toe of her boot.
Narrowing her eyes, she briskly walked toward the Center, ignoring objections from behind her about ‘safety.’ Kriff safety. She was bent on finding a survivor who got a good look at that Jedi so she could delve into their mind and see what he looked like for herself. One of the soldiers jogged up to her, wary to keep a safe distance.
“An unauthorized ship left just before the blast. It could have been the Jedi.”
“Then don’t just stand there, try to get a tracking on it.” Ophelia waited until she could hear his footsteps recede and then drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her mind reached out with the Force to find the one who would reveal the identity of the Jedi terrorist.
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