Alderaanian Smash and Grab.

[Mirvak]

Mirvak bounded down the hallway, roaring as he leapt through some straggling groups of people. He passed through a windowed tunnel from the ticketing station into the maglev train terminal, being seen from the outside by police. "There he is! Going for the train! Blast him!" The police on the ground opened fire, blaster bolts shattering the glass all around him as he continued forward, unphased by the blaster fire. He broke through the tunnel to the train station itself, seeing a train halted on the tracks. He slowed down and stood up on his two legs, walking up to one of the set of doors on the train and waving his hand, the simple autodoor opening for him. He turned and quickly moved towards the front of the train, into the conductor's car.

The beast looked over the console with confusion, seeing the throttle and slamming it all the way forward. A voice beeped at him,"LOCKS NOT RELEASED. RELEASE LOCKS TO PROCEED." Mirvak's clawed hand hovered over the console, his eye darting about until he saw the "MAGNETIC LOCK RELEASE" lever. He pulled it upwards, and the train shuddered. "Next concourse: Bail Organa Spaceport." It began to accelerate out of the station, as police on the ground called out over the radio. "SHUT THE MAGLEV DOWN, SHUT IT DOWN DAMNIT! HE'S ON THE TRAIN!"

 

[Warchief Waddles]

The hammering of glass on the barrier caused greater stress than Aten ever thought possible. Each incredibly large shard slamming into it with enough force to buckle the Morellian’s knees, and with each buckle he rose again a solid stream of blood retreating down his cheek from his right eye. Staring up to the falling shards Aten promised not only himself but every civilian gathered around him that he wouldn’t give up. Then suddenly there was a rippling through the force, a high pitched resonating wave that rose to meet the falling shards turning them to dust. Breath taken away partially in shock and the rest in relief.

Hands lowering Aten felt the great weight and stress dissipate from his shoulders, not only that but that increasing pressure within the back of his mind lifted granting the jedi some relief. The civilians were now being guided to other exits, to hopefully relative safety. The thief having escaped with two other bags of credits. Aten had no clue how much the bank had lost nor did he truly care. He only felt sorrow for those who lost their lives on this day and joy for those he’d managed to save. There probably would’ve been countless more if the Jedi had stopped to truly engage the Worgian.

“I need a nap.” Aten said aloud his legs giving out from beneath him, his body falling to the floor with a solid thud. Eyes closing Aten felt at peace within the currents of the force as they enveloped him, he’d done the right thing in the end. How I love Alderaan. Thought sardonically to himself as slowly everything turned dark the jedi unconscious attempting to recover after the stressful use of the force. He’d never attempted such an ability on a large scale, to shield an entire crowd of people was more than anyone should’ve expected from the young Morellian.

[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum heard the comms and turned towards the tracks for a moment. The droid hoped to continue his chase; the ship on the roof could probably travel faster than the train, giving him the opportunity to catch up and perhaps surpass. If he could reach the spaceport, maybe he could ensure that they had locked down the hangar bays. If the hangar doors had been closed, then it would be infinitely more difficult to escape, even if the suspect obtained a ship with weapons. If he grabbed something like a shuttle or transport, then it would be nigh impossible to fly out, but a few proton torpedoes could make a big enough hole in the doors to let a fighter through. Of course, the creature had enough though to perhaps use the overseer to override the lockdown, if such was possible and assuming that the overseer hadn't be whisked off to some safe house for the time being.

It was as he was turning back to the civilians that the droid's planned were altered irrevocably. The Jedi had appeared to be rather weary before finally falling. Sprinting the short distance, Ultimatum knelt and pulled the comm to his mouth again. "We're going to need paramedics here. I've got injured civilians and the third party. Looks like a Jedi, helped save a lot of people. Bad shape." The robot wanted to continue his work, but the injured had to come first. Holding his hand over the organic, he asked, "Jedi, are you okay? Hold it together; medics are on their way."

[member="Mirvak"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Mirvak]

A police sergeant called out from the ground over the radio,"Well don't cut the power now! He's gonna be there in less than 4 minutes, just send it back to us so we can use it to pursue!"

Mirvak looked out over the city, a condescending look of disgust across his face as he looked down at the police force on the street. He calmly moved his body away from the window as a blaster bolt slammed through it and burned a hole into the ceiling of the conductor car. Looking ahead, he saw that the spaceport no longer had any activity. Mirvak's upper lip curled back into an annoyed growl, his mind thinking over how he would escape now. Just as he was beginning to focus, he heard the sound of two speeders on either side of the train approaching from the rear. Mirvak looked to the left, then to the right, seeing two police speeders with snipers hanging off the side, secured by special harnesses.

"Eyes on suspect."

"Open fire, open fire!"

Mirvak's instincts told him to move immediately, and just as the first shot rang out he was sprinting down on all threes down the cars, the powerful blaster bolts ripping through the train cars like paper. Mirvak ran halfway down the train, and flung himself to the floor in a blindspot between the two cars. The two snipers in their excitement began to light up the remainder of the train.

A superior officer's enraged voice yelled over the sniper team's headset radios,"SIERRA ACTUAL, WHAT THE -HELL- ARE YOU DOING? I SAID TO NEUTRALIZE THE TARGET NOT REENACT A DRIVE-BY!"

The snipers scanned the train for a moment, signalling to each other with hand motions from across the way that they didn't see the target. "Chief, I think we got him!"

Mirvak leaped up from his hiding place, his eye dilated and an even darker shade of yellow than normal. He raised his right hand, and reached out with the Force to grab onto the police speeder to his right and flip it upside down. The sniper was twisted around in the harness and screamed in terror as the ship was suddenly flipped upside down. The pilot veered off in a panic and corrected himself, pulling away from the train and retreating. Mirvak then turned to his left and gripped the other speeder, closing his fists inward. The speeder's propulsion system began to crumple and crush in on itself, as the sniper frantically loaded another magazine into his rifle. The speeder began to lose speed and altitude, and just as the sniper readied his sights on the Sith, Mirvak pulled his hand down quickly with great strength, and the speeder dipped into a nearby building and collided into it, exploding.

"DISPATCH, SIERRA ONE TWO, SIERRA ACTUAL IS DOWN, TARGET IS STILL UP! WE'RE BUGGING OUT!"

Mirvak panted heavily, not even turning his head to see the smoking wreck he had left behind. He entered a tunnel and was immersed in darkness for a brief moment. The hair on Mirvak's neck suddenly stood on edge, looking in the direction the train was going. The P.A. system on the train rang,"End of the line, Bail Organa Spaceport." The train slowed down to a pristine, train station, full of police officers decked out in police gear behind cover. As the train came to a stop, the police sergeant in charge yelled over a megaphone,"You are surrounded, come out or we WILL shoot!"

But there was no reply from the train. The police stood on edge for what seemed like an eternity. The police sergeant looked towards his officers with unease, before silently giving the group the hand signal to move in. They all did at once, moving forward tactically with two squads for every car. They bravely entered the cars and stormed the entire train, but did not find any 8 foot tall Worgian Sith. One of the SWAT officers bent over and picked up a single unnoticed credit chit, before looking up to the auto doors that it was left in front of. They were ripped open with large imprints of powerful fingers, and vicious claw marks.

"Uh, sergeant!"

. . .​

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Mirvak had 'jumped ship' before he ran into the trap at the train station, clawing his way into a service entrance. He was now walking through the restricted employee area, a dull concrete hallway lit by industrial lights. There were only a few service droids here and there remaining, no humans to be seen. Mirvak stopped, realizing he had no idea where he was going. He closed his eyes, and he channeled his inner rage. He would not be defeated by this persistent humans, not after what he had just been through, not over a mere starting fund to his revenge. More would die if necessary, until they let him off this rock. But he knew there would be fighters posted waiting for him to take off, he would be obliterated as soon as he left the space port.

His eyes opened at once, he knew how he would deceive these weak fools. His senses guided him, and he again went down on all threes, sprinting towards the control room.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

"Jedi, are you okay? Hold it together; medics are on their way."

The metallic, inorganic voice floated into the Morellian’s ears, eyes fluttering slightly Aten stared up to the droid and then past him to the area the shattered glass had been, onwards to Alderaan’s primary. His eyes swam with black spots the exhaustion having gotten the best of the Jedi, every part of Aten’s body ached unable to move. “Yea, I’m fine. Just need to rest a bit. Never did anything on that scale.” A chuckle escaped Aten sending a ripple of soreness through his ribs. Despite the criminal having escaped Aten was proud of what he’d managed to accomplish, he’d done what not enough Jedi had done in recent times. He’d made the right decision to not engage in combat. Not only that he’d accomplished a massive telekinetic feat the likes of which he’d never thought to be possible for himself.

“Thanks for the aid.” Aten said looking to the droid and deeper at its core where he could still feel the presence of the crystal hid within. A frail tendril of energy reached out tapping the crystal Aten returning just a small bit of energy to the crystal. He didn’t have much to offer but hopefully it would be enough to relieve some of its exhaustion. “Guessing the perpetrator escaped?” Putting his arms beneath himself Aten pushed up to immediately fall back down breathless.

The sounds of sirens drew closer the civilians being evacuated to safety. “I think I’ll just lay here for a bit, take in the sight, I needed a tan anyways.” Arms spreading Aten simply basked in the luminous glow of Alderaan’s primary it warming his skin. Bringing some peace in the trying times the galaxy faced.

[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Ultimatum]

The organic was obviously exhausted beyond any expectation of continuing the work. "The perpetrator is no longer in the station." The Jedi could rest, and so could Upari, but Ultimatum still had a job to do. He doubted that it would succeed, he had a strange feeling that the criminal would figure out a way to escape. Force-sensitives were resourceful and when in a pinch they would be even more so. Nevertheless, there was an obligation to at least try to apprehend him.

"Don't move until the medics come for you. You've done well Jedi." The droid stood and began to move towards the stairs. He heard the radio and realized that there should be remote controls in the station for the train. The fact that the police had not immediately made for the control room and taken precautions spoke of their apparent incompetance. If they had taken the control room, the police could have reversed the train's path, or at the very least stopped it completely. As it was, Ultimatum did not know if there would be enough time to reach the controls.

Leaping up the stairs, the droid asked in his comms, "Are the doors sealed yet? There might be an emergency switch over there that will keep the train from stopping at the spaceport." It would be one of those emergency measures used when there was a situation at the airport and the people in charge wanted to keep the train from stopping such as with riots or quarantines. That could work here, assuming the suspect didn't simply jump off the train, though doing so at high speed would have been illadvisable given the speeds involved.

[member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Mirvak"]

 

[Mirvak]

Someone responded to [member="Ultimatum"] over the radio,"Negative, we were all set to trap him at the end of the line here in the spaceport, but it looks like he jumped out as it was slowing down. We got some guys in the tunnels now, looking like he went into one of the service entrances. He's gotta be going for the control room."

Mirvak stood, hunched over in an elevator, listening to some calming music. His eye glanced over the floor indicator, then back to staring at the door with a blank expression. The elevator's lights flickered and suddenly came to a lurching stop. Mirvak steadied himself and regained his balance, looking down with an annoyed glare towards the console and jamming his thumb into the appropriate floor button again. His ears twinged as he heard muffled voices from outside, the shuffling of boots and charging of blasters. The Sith's jaws clamped down so hard in anger his head shook. These weaklings did not know when to give in. He would show them how futile their efforts were. He would unleash the beast they feared.

Spoiler

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A crack team of SWAT operatives waited outside, fully geared and ready to take Mirvak down. Roughly 20 in total, lying in wait behind various forms of cover around the decorate hallway of the corporate office level. Two officers advanced, one armed with a keycard, and the other following to cover him. Inside, Mirvak's pupil shrank, his blood coming to a boiling point, clenching his one good fist so hard that blood began to drip from his claws piercing his palms. His lips curled away, revealing his sharp canines, his flared nostrils snorting loudly.

Just as the officer swiped the security keycard to open the elevator, Mirvak bursted through the doors with a deafening roar. The whole floor seemed to shake, the lights flickered and broke, popping loudly one by one and immersing the officers in darkness. He immediately slashed at the closest officer wielding the keycard, the eyes under his helmet and balaclava going wide as the beast sunk his claws into his stomach. The man cried out in pain as Mirvak raised his hand up to his chest, using the officer as cover. Mirvak lifted his left elbow and brought it down on the head of the second officer that was sent to cover him, cracking his helmet and incapacitating him immediately. "NVGs on! Bravo, covering fire!" Blaster bolts rang out down the hallway, giving the men a red tinted slideshow of the horror approaching them. The bolts hit the wounded officer on the beast's claws, as he cried out in pain before he gave up his last breath.

Mirvak advanced quickly to the first set of policemen, throwing his arm out and sending the wounded officer flying, a force shockwave following him. He slashed, crushed, stomped, and chomped his way with terrifying speed down the line. Assisted by his natural low-light vision and force senses, he made quick work of the squad. The men fell one by one, unable to get a shot off or even secure their NVGs over their head in the time it took for the black terror to descend upon them. Mirvak finally came to the last man, his NVGs over his eyes, teeth gritted as he was raising his rifle from hanging off the sling. The bloodied, enraged Sith gripped the man by the neck and slammed him into the wall. The policeman pulled the trigger, the blaster firing twice into the beast's left quadriceps. Mirvak roared in pain, and in a grand turning motion flung him to the other wall. The officer left a crack in the marble tile as he bounced off the wall and landed on the floor, his lungs stopped from the pain.

Mirvak limped over to him and carelessly pulled his earpiece off, slashing the side of his face as he did. The police officer's lungs were released from shock and he yelled loudly as the side of his face and ear were torn up by the beast's claws. Mirvak gripped the man's carry strap on the back of his armor and dragged him along, limping slowly with the groaning officer in tow. Behind them, a deafening silence. The beast had left but one alive.

[member="Aten Ramses"] [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had a dread feeling as the words returned to him. Few things could stop a Force-sensitive, and usually, they involved the use of surprise. That was an element that police forces could rarely take advantage of, for they had to maintain visibility and justice. A soldier could enter a room and quietly kill someone without a second thought. A police officer, however, had to make the occupants aware of his presence and order their surrender, except in very extenuating circumstances. Usually, by that point, the target is already cognizant of the police. In this case, the suspect was far too mighty to be brought down by a group of police without specialized equipment. That sort of material, if available at all, would have been relegated to the military forces.

"I believe that this has cost too much already. It may be prudent to call upon military support if such is available." Ultimatum had no doubt that the Galactic Alliance would have military personnel on the planet and could probably have a patrol fleet in the planetary space before [member="Mirvak"] could escape. The droid had decided that the cost of lives, which he had no doubt was growing every minute, had outgrown the benefit of justice. The money was as good as lost, even if the bank were insured, the government would have to spend even more money to replace the lost people. That could be a good thing for the droid, aiding his agenda of getting a set of his police force in place here. Then there were the damages that would need repairing, whatever ship he inevitably stole and perhaps destroyed. If this person were robbing a bank, it could hardly be expected for him to repay. Therefore the only advantage to this was the potential to bring him to justice which could only end in imprisonment, a problematic sentence to enact, or execution, perhaps too controversial to use.

The droid reached the roof and quickly stepped into the ship and began the short flight to the spaceport. Unlike the suspect, who had probably been forced to take a longer route, the droid could hopefully reach the spaceport before the suspect got too far. "We could begin tracking whatever vessel he takes and send its information to Alliance worlds. Have the bank begin to identify what credits were stolen. Those numbers can be sent elsewhere so that, should he head to other planets in Alliance space, or its allies, he can not use the money, or go unnoticed."