Wearing:
Viper Suit
Armed With: Herself
Objective: Provide relief.
Nathan Bloodscrawl was
some sort of hero, his secret adopted android daughter decided. Even if he wasn't here to witness the fruits of his labor.
As she watched from orbit in her reserve quarters aboard the
Breath of Lysandra, prepping to descend from the surface, she fought back feelings of depression and frustration.
Bacta-Works was functioning exactly as intended. Everything the Bloodscrawl Family had set up during the Gulag Era to help the Jedi during a crisis point was coming to fruition.
It was simple, cruel irony that Nathan was missing, not here to witness the costly victory the Clones of Kytrand had helped the Alliance purchase. Not here to witness the great ships named after his first wife provide relief to countless millions.
One of many ironies dealt to him.
Sera however, had duties much different from the rest of the humanitarian efforts today.
All surviving Clones that hadn't managed to evacuate on ships secretly controlled by Bacta-Works had orders to evacuate to the lower levels of the planet, levels where even the tremendous damage hadn't reached, where all their logistics stated the structural integrity would hold quite admirably. There they could be safely exfiltrated away from prying eyes.
Every precaution that could be taken to make those levels survivable had been taken. Structural reinforcements made, environmental systems and life support installed in hastily inspected, and cleared out, long abandoned skyscrapers in those ancient, deathly quiet levels, often overrun with creatures and other horrors whose names were as forgotten as the buildings were abandoned. Laser beam turrets seared through the flesh of abominations who approached newly established perimeters.
Next had come plotting how many troops they could afford to commit to Coruscant without overwhelming this fallback option. This wasn't like Dagobah or Susevfi, where it was expected the planet would fall to the enemy, and the process was to be utterly destructive enough to destroy ninety nine percent of the evidence.
This was Coruscant. Sure, all preliminary reports indicated many of their troops had been fighting close to the Senate building and had been simply obliterated when the hidden Battlecruiser erupted from the surface...but there were bound to be those who were stragglers, evading curious rescue teams as per their orders.
Even though they fought for the Alliance, they were a fugitive army. A rogue element that came into focus only when both sides were hammering each other. Syd Celsius had taken extra precautions before deployment, casting a very ancient form of magic over the troops before that would make their dead bodies, and their equipment of extreme difficulty to read by psychometric Force Users. Another factor in deployment was estimating survivors that would be left.
In a really,
really dark way, it was actually
good for the company most of the Clones were estimated to be dead, their bodies and equipment mostly obliterated. Dead men still need enough of them
left over to start telling tales to others.
Bacta-Works had gotten
stupid-lucky that there were so relatively few to extract and smuggle off the planet. While ninety nine percent of what the company was doing was legitimately humanitarian relief efforts, that remaining one percent was pure CYA when it comes to the Clones.
Sera was dressed in a deep red viper skinsuit with a med kit and a Datapad. She was coordinating in an effort similar to Alicio, who was good and occupied with the power to help others via the Lysandra Class Greenhouses.
The best way to keep Jedi distracted, occupied, is not to hire assassins or some elaborate scheme involving proxies Nathan had once cautioned her.
The best way to keep one distracted is simply to provide them a means to help a lot of people at once, and a massive amount of resources to do it. Show them a giant disaster area full of injured and dead, and they will practically trip over themselves to use the Light Side on those folks. Ironically, a strategy of passivity, of leaning on a Jedi's desire to help as many as possible, is often the best method of evading their scrutiny altogether, especially if your ultimate objective is NOT the downfall of the Jedi, but to do the things they can't or won't do in a crisis situation.
Sera, in all honesty was
happy that Alicio had taken to the program with gusto. Sera, and arguably even Nathan , were
more than willing to use their resources to bring a planet back from total chaos. But they had to do their own thing at the same time.
Because Nathan still wanted the Cult of The Brain Demon to die in a fire, ultimately. It's just that he decided legitimately helping others along the way would be a good method to stop the murderous obsession to end the Cult from eating him from within. Plus, when Nathan was eventually discovered (and Nathan knew that
eventually, he
would be found out by people who didn't know him personally, and those people were not likely to take him at his word), it would certainly look good in court to at least
some that his company had legitimately helped millions of people across the Galaxy, even if he was by most standards, an illegal Jedi Commander leading an illegal Clone Army (And that would be the most favorable interpretation. The least being that he was simply a Warlord who was a whole helleva lot more discreet and clandestine than most).
If they couldn't find Nathan, or, worse, if he was simply
dead...then Sera would do her best to finish what her...
father... started.
She would kill the Cult, if he could not.
Despite the irrationality of the belief, Sera refused to believe Nathan had come back from the dead, come this far, just to die again. He had to be alive. He
had to be.
Her Mother,
Vera Mina
, was tirelessly searching for him, equally fervant in her irrational belief Nathan was alive. She seemed to be in an almost manic state. A feral one. Sera had never seen her Mother not be the epitome of smug control in a situation. Vera was
still interrogating captures from the attack on Jedha, and she
wasn't being nice about it. Her programming had made Vera a butcher of men and women from the moment she was first activated. She had been trying to
slowly move away from that mindset for Nathan, but Sera could see her Mother barely able to restrain herself from resorting to torture, to anything more invasive than truth serum. How it
frustrated Vera not being able to do worse out of respect for her Husband.
Sera realized her Mother really
did love Nathan, to be affected so much.
Soon, she would depart from the surface to join in relief efforts. That was the surface reason. The actual reason was she was heading into the lower levels to check with a few teams for survivors....and to either medically evac them or redirect them to the lower level hiding spot.
On the Turbolift ride down, she put on a breath mask, as she was supposed to be coordinating efforts with Alicio. At the same time, she would be on hand in case any of her agents had to speak to her in person about Clone Recovery efforts in
extremely coded language...the situation was far too sensitive for it to go over electronic communication, and risk having it intercepted by Alicio's men, who
were amongst the crew and fully integrated at this point. As no truly sensitive information was on the vessels as per the orders of The Bloodscrawl Family as a whole, any of Alicio's men who got curious and decided to snoop would find only the highly detailed, itemized,
utterly corporate manner of documenting all projects, funds, and allocations to governments and charities. They would find
NOTHING about Nathan's private efforts; recruiting fringe light side groups, directing
supermodel vampire androids in clandestine operations against various threats to the Alliance,
funding enemies of the Sith with bullion and cheap weapons, the beginnings of him having started to order skirmishes in the Core with the Sith before his kidnapping.
His whole family continued to operate, but an edge of desperation in their search was hard to
not notice.
She was soon aboard a medical shuttle, one of many heading from the ship to the surface, along with a team of top trained triage specialists from the now fallen Nytesmyth Academy on Susevfi, and it wasn't long before she was dropped off directly at the command center that had been set up for Alicio to operate in.
"King Organa!" she called out as her workers began off loading fresh supplies, the dagger shapes of the two Lysandra's casting a shadow overhead.
"I'm here acting as a nurse today. Where do you need me, she asked.
