Seto Du Couteau
Location: Nyeon, Industrial Sector, Climbing Gravity Tether Tower
Objective: Three Winter Comes to Falter Spring
Actions: Approach first staging point of Winter Revolutionaries attempting to disrupt Production
A tired groan escaped his lips with a pained intake of air, even as Seto adjusted himself to stand back up right, his body demanded another moment to rest. The Du Couteau heir rubbed his temple with one hand as the other rubbed the back of his neck to help ease the growing headache that would no doubt reappear tomorrow with vengeance. Seto eased himself steady, the sound of his communicator going off, a military ID attached and with a single click a stream of orders were being tossed, but not directed at Seto entirely.
"Engineer Company Commander ST-2334, we have arrived at the base of the Tower and have begun our search and clear mission." ST-2334 quickly explained, Seto barely giving him an audible confirmation. "-I have assigned two teams of my best Explosive experts to begin searching and providing plans to deal with the situation."
"All fine Commander, proceed at your discretion. I only wish to be notified when a plan has been formed. . . for all possibilities." Seto ordered briefly, he had not expected the damn Revolutionists destroying an entire city. Not that I don't give them a few points for surprise. . . and lunacy. "-You have my Authorization to use any resource available here within the Golden City."
Seto quickly moved ahead, finding a different way to scale up towards both Marr and Arkanian-1 to assist with what remained of the Winter Revolution. The hallway slowly slid past his perception, as he tunneled vision towards the stairs, his legs remained unsettled even with the Force aiding his physical strength.
Even with his stamina where it was, Seto labored for his breathing to keep up his rapid pace climbing up the stairs. Skipping four, to even six steps at a time made quick time to skywards but even he began to feel the strain. The Force screeched an unnatural melody, the musician desperate to tune and replace the worn out reeds and strings.
A small glint of metal, and his lightsaber found itself within his tightly held grip, no longer could he freely expand his strength on producing barriers and shields for every blaster bolt or energy blast. Perhaps the controls or even a way to stop this explosion rests in the higher levels, where no doubt the remaining leaders are holding up.
Seto, now with increased vigor pushed himself further, already reassessing his battle plan with minimal Force abilities and solely on his swordsmanship. Not the best path carved for him, but it was better than simply falling to the floor breathing difficult breathes for hours on end.