The Clockwork Rebellion

[Feena]

@[member="Keter"]
"I can't be certain who would have been there today. I keep track of their activities, but not schedules unless I need them for something that day, " she managed to say, "The layout of the building is pretty standard though. You should actually be able to look it up easily."
Her eyes were still closed while she tried not to pay much mind to the fact that they were in space now, only a few layers between her and complete nothing.

 

[Darron Wraith]

@[member="Sev3n"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Padak Arciso"]

Hangar Bay

Darron stood bravely ready to take on the cybernetic Terantenak monstrosity, and his taunts seemed to have attracted it's attention as intended. Yet there was a problem, this wasn't some lumbering beast outfitted with machinery. It seemed Omni had installed an artificial intelligence on this creature, and turned it into a living engine of destruction, with a brain. Reaching out with the Force, the GrandMaster could feel the darkness of the creature but it was oddly subdued. Whatever Omni had done to the terantenak to ensure it's loyalty, it had worked and now the monster before him was nothing more than a slave. Darron lamented the loss of the creature, even if they naturally did hunt down and kill Force users. No life form deserved to be turned into such a creation, it was a perversion of life plain and simple. I will kill this creature and put it out of it's misery before I leave Coruscant.

Everyone in the hangar, to me now. This thing is dangerous, and I don't know what it can do.

As soon as he sent the message, he mentally kicked himself. If the artificial intelligence that was Omni could enslave a monster such as a terantenak, he could most certainly tap into it's ability to track the Force. Which by extension would allow it to know what Darron had just said to the Jedi under his command. The Jedi GrandMaster bent his knees and crossed his blue blades into an x formation in front of him as he watched the great beast move before him. He had fought the lumbering creatures before, their deceptive speed and cunning were quite hard to match up with. Add in this artificial intelligence, and he was sure he was facing quite a challenging creation. Luckily the seraphim droids had mostly been destroyed and most of the other droids in the building where gone as well. With the Chancellor evacuated as well, the Jedi only had this creature to contend with.

"Mockery: as you wish, foolish organic."

A guttural, yet mechanical voice hissed back at him. Within a split second it lifted a repuslor lift fitted with fuel and launched it at Darron, he coiled and was ready to leap at it when he felt that precognition of his kick in. His spine tingled and for some reason he could feel himself backing away, not in fear but almost as if he needed to get away. "Run!" As the Jedi assembled around him, he suddenly started to run for the edge of the hangar, and he had no idea why. The Force accelerated his steps to a blur as he led the charge, and he briefly looked back as at the apex of it's arc the repulsor lift was blown apart by the last remaining Seraphim droids laser and the fuel within it exploded. He had planned to leap, but the explosion rocked all of the Jedi up and out of the hangar, only air separating them from the fall that would last for over a minute from their height.

Stay calm, I can fix this.

The GrandMaster made sure to send out calm thoughts with his message to the Jedi as they all fell. He quickly deactivated his pair of lightsabers and clipped them to his belt, while he noticed a massive transport still hovering unattended. Judging from the way it was built, it was a massive cargo speeder, and a plan formed. Reaching deep into the Force as gravity pulled him further to the surface, he began to nudge the hover craft directly underneath them. It didn't take much, just a small push to move it, and as soon as they where right over it, Darron slowed his landing as best he could before landing on his stomach against the durasteel surface. The corresponding thuds he heard as well indicated all were okay, and he resisted the urge to go to Rosa. Instead he reached both hands out to Jaxton and Rosa, while looking Rosa over. Once everyone stood up, blue eyes scanned the horizon.

Where there had once been blue skies and the beautiful skyline of the gem of the Republic, there was now chaos. Machines blotted the sun out, fire was coming from everywhere. The sound of battles both distant and far rang out in his ears, reaching into the Force, he could feel the mass exodus of life. The day was clearly lost, and it bothered him to admit it. Grim determination set on his face as Darron knew that they had to leave, and that this battle was over with. "This will not stand, we will get Coruscant back. First though, we must leave. Ideas?"

 

[Seydon of Arda]

Coruscant - Senate District - Nicandra Plaza

The view from three hundred kilometers high belied the actual atrocity of Coruscant bleeding out. Seroth held his breath, slowing his Gun Cutter's pace until it paused and hovered on the downdraft of its scram-thrusters. Hidden by the burning heft of a once proud spire-scraper, a buzzing mess of jostling droid-things jetted by and flew down lower to a lane clogged with falling speeder husks. The cockpit instrumentation painted a grisly portrait; heat spilled out from every blasted business highrise and apartment modules, flayed corpses falling in the droves until it was quite literally raining bodies. The vast emptiness of brimming life brought a cold void in the Force's fabric. The youth fought down the bile in his throat, gunned his Cutter's back thrusters and peeled carefully out.

Every channel was screeching with inane grates of techno-babble and machine speak; a thousand thoughts coalesced into raw data transmitted faster than he could form his next thought. Seroth boosted the gain of his seat speakers, trying to pick up on any friendly chatter. Below, on every sidewalk bordering the spire canyons writhing with passing tides of machine-things, he could observe beleaguered Republic soldiers and city police forces engaged in vicious, desperate firefights. Storms of light spat back and forth between fortified positions, but the Jedi could see flesh was outmatched by the inexorable pace of steel. The machines were advancing: slowly, purposefully, paying dearly for every piece of ground gained... but advancing nonetheless.

The Iron Snake buzzed through the thrashing battles occurring in air and on the multiple high levels of the Senate District, the nozzle cannon slunk below the forward piloting chambers rattling off las-fire to burn through whatever droid-things dodged before the view screen. A haggard plume of ratty smoke arose against the empty skies past the administrative towers; faintly, Seroth could make out the four smooth and sloped pylons that distinguished the Jedi Temple's modest architecture. Each was pitted and scored with cannon fire, leaking sheets of red fire that billowed acrid smoke. Mayday signals and general calls for any available aid began to reach his vessel receivers. Seroth peeled the Gun Cutter low across the empty industrial plain and hauled on the thrusters to give a good rush of urgent speed.

~

The Jedi Temple & Surrounding Grounds

...It was always foreboding and terrible when far off desolation was observed close and intimately. Seroth felt his emotional state blank, watching a portion of the roofing collapse inward from the force of some blazing conflagration. Far down below, distant bodies ran from the entries and exits, piling into what speeders and transports remained. Some rose and flew high for the atmosphere and impending escape. Some were battered by droid fire and burst into coloured explosions, bodies torn apart. The overwhelming sound of death echoed against the Force into drummed hollow into Seroth's skull. He again tuned the speaker gain within his cockpit, trying to find some open channel calling for aid.

What he encountered was a dessicated bulk cargo speeder that looked like it had been pushed handily out of a nearby hangar bay. Smoke billowed out in fast clouds, hiding the inner carnage. Through the ink-blot plumes, the view-port screened out several figures laying against the cardo speeders riveted dorsal hull, rankled with charred clothing but more or less perfectly intact. They glowed against the background tapestry, strong with abilities gifted from the Living Force. Seroth loosed a stale breath and swung his Gun Cutter about, fore-lights blinking through the smoke as the downwash of the VTOL systems gusted. Its underslung las-cannon scanned to and for as a young, smooth baritone voice sounded over the outboard vox-phones.

"This is Cutter Z-9, Iron Snake out of Tython," Seroth said, the Gun Cutter's belly swinging down and open to admit possible passengers. "Is anyone requiring transport? Because, forgive me, I think anyone left alive ought to get the Hell out of here."

@[member="Darron Wraith"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Sev3n @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Jaxton Ravos @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darron Wraith @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Padak Arciso @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Seroth Ur-Rahn

"Rosa, to us now!"

Dispatching of the two droids before her Rosa turned and ran skidding to a halt beside, Darron. Relief washing over her to know he wasn't harmed and she had gotten to him in time. It didn't matter that they were far from out of the heat yet but so long as he was close to her it didn't matter. Getting a grip of her emotions and her thoughts she moved to a defensive position as Darron called for his droid and star fighter to get the Chancellor out. The droids we no longer moving at speed, they knew the day was won, it was just a matter of dealing with the last of the resistance.

"All Jedi, attack the Seraphim droids. The terantenek is mine."

Rosa opened her mouth to protest at his foolish attempt to take on such a massive creature alone but the droids were upon them. She was beginning to tire and though her connection with the force kept her going she didn't think they could hold out much longer. With the chancellor gone and most if not all of the senate evacuated they had to leave. To stay was to die and they could do nothing to help anyone if they were dead.

She sent another telekinetic wave ahead of her, desperate to push them back and give herself some breathing space when Darron's call for help came to her. She did not need telling twice and was the first run towards him, though her course had to rapidly change trajectory as he began to run. She could feel the danger and she pushed herself harder but the heat propelled her high up into the air and for a minute there was nothing in her mind, but confusion and then it dawned on her just how high they were.

Fear and panic engulfed her despite Darron's urge to remain calm, a stream of uncharacteristic curses coming from her mouth at such a rapid pace it was almost impossible to understand what she was saying. The sight of the hover craft was welcome and she landed, without grace of finesse but she landed, accepting Darron's hand to her feet, trembling slightly as she tried to regain her composure in the force. She could feel Darron's eyes watching her and she shook her head. I'm alright. she assured him, her eyes scanning the skies and settling on an approaching gun cutter.

"How about a lift?" she pointed to Seroth's ship a small grin appearing on her face.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Davin was fighting in the streets with fellow soldiers throughout these actions, they were trying to hold their ground but were being slowly pushed back by the writhing mass of droids that were pushing through the streets. The number of deaths was countless, the horror could not be described by any sane being.

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena"]
He reached over and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Alright. We'll fly in low, broadcast a message. If anyone answers we land as close as possible and help them out. If no one answers...well, I'll do a quick run through of the place whilst you hold down the ship," the blond continued with a nod. Outside, the blue of hyperspace continued to twirl.

 

[Feena]

@[member="Keter"]
Her eyes narrowed at his suggestion, but she didn't fight it. She didn't like the idea of letting him run ahead while she stayed behind with the ship, but it did make sense. Someone had to watch the ship and between the two of them, he was better suited to finding people.
"Fine. Then it's settled. You better be careful."

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=medium]@[member="Nomad"] @Judah @[member="Sev3n"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]The shrapnel happened to nick off her wing. “Frak Sparky, can you reach that?” Slender digits tightened around the controls as she flew slightly lopsided. The colossal not-a-droid was starting to be a real pain in her Galan behind as well as those flyin’ buggars. Thumb-punched down on the channel back to Nomad and his men as she brought the x-wing higher to hit more of the air attackers and give some coverage to the clones at the hangar doors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]“Captain Nomad. Captain Kai again. If you can copy, get your men and all survivors out now,” dropping into a port-side barrel roll, she narrowly avoided blaster fire from behind. “We can’t hold ‘em much longer.” The channel switched again to the squadron.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]“All remaining flights, get to your evacuation points, I repeat, get to your evacuation points. Dash, that means you too.” Aqua lips frowned, scale speckled skin lighting up with the opposing fire outside and just beyond her orange-tinted canopy. She circled back, cross-hairs targeted and lined up on Ugly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]The best starfighters could hit ion cannons into a two meter target. Well, she was one of the best.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]Avoid the jedi, hit the targets. The ion blasts were away.[/SIZE]

 

[Nomad]

@[member="Omni"] @[member="Zev Stargo "]@[member="Darren Brunswick"] @[member="Thessa Kai"]

Senate Building

As Nomad placed the bindings onto the male's wrists, his comm unit exploded into life. "Captain, enemy transmission detected!" Most likely it had taken several minutes just to notice that the enemy transmission had been located in the area, let alone decode it. Still, Nomad didn't need to decode it to understand what that meant. The enemy knew where they were.

"EVERYONE MOVE!" Nomad shouted a split second before the wall blew and the droids opened fire.

He quickly grabbed Zev slung him over his shoulders, running towards the way they had entered. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the Senator had been picked up by Jar in a similar manner, and was also headed towards the door. Without even dodging, without even pausing, Nomad sprinted. He didn't stop once he went through the door. Already mapping their escape route, Noamd turned to the right and sprinted forwarded. As he did he snuck a look at his HUD. According to their vitals, the squad was still in one piece, but Seven had taken a blaster shot to the shoulder. He'd survive, but he needed medical attention.

"Captain Kai, we'll be in the air in five minutes," he said into his comm, breathing hard as he sprinted around another corner. "Team Two, status on the Chancellor?"

"Unknown." He heard blaster fire in the background of the comm. "Ran into enemies and got cut off. We're still ready to pursue-"

"Negative, get back to the hangar." As much as he hated to admit it, they wouldn't be able to rescue the Chancellor in time. Reports said she was with Jedi, so hopefully she was still safe. "Lieutenant, are the ships ready to launch?"

It took a moment for the Lieutenant to respond, but when he did he had a happy tone underlying his voice. "Everyone is packed up and ready to go, Captain. You clones sure know how to throw a party."

"Senator, are you in need of immediate medical attention?" Nomad asked as they finally entered the secured hangar. They were almost out, just a little longer and their ships would be in the air...

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

@[member="Darron Wraith"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]

Jaxton ran at the Grandmaster's behest, leaping off of the hanger. He, Rosa, and Master Wraith plummeted below. Jaxton felt the Grandmaster send them calm thoughts, but it didn't matter to Jaxton. He knew they would find a way to fix it. Surely enough, a transport was within a few feet of them. Jaxton attempted to move it, but failed, yet it still came. He could sense it was the Grandmaster pulling the barge over, and he Rosa and the Grandmaster all fell on the Barge. The Grandmaster looked at them both, and the Zeltron could feel the concern in Grandmaster, both by his telepathy and by mere intuition. if Darron's feelings for Rosa weren't clear at the funeral, they were now.

I can stand some bruises Master Wraith. Take care of her, I'll be fine. He reassured @[member="Darron Wraith"], speaking telepathically. Then a ship swung down and opened up, and a human voice asked them if they needed transport. Jaxton climbed about quickly, leaving the Grandmaster and Rosa a moment, and came in and spoke to the pilot.

"There's a man at Coruscant U. How fast can we get there?"

 

[Seydon of Arda]

Iron Snake Cockpit / @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

The youth kept his eyes peeled to the instrumentation, watching the IR and IF blips upon the quartz and holo fields whisk to and fro. Any moment, so was Seroth's worry, a whirring cloud of black-steel skinned droid-things might swarm about the Temple grounds from either on high or below. Would the last sound of his short years be that hideous crawl of scraping metallic hides, clanging legs, and horrifically incessant apogee motor buzz's? The Padawan held to his hard patience, a twitch in his tapping forefinger betraying his sense of preserving anxiety. He observed one of the Temple survivors bound forward past the others and ascend fast up the belly ramp. Seroth nodded fast, courteously as the Zeltron skidded to a halt behind his pilots chair.

"There's a man at Coruscant U," He heard him inform breathlessly. "How fast can we get there?"

"As fast as your need calls," Seroth answered smoothly, already attending to a topographical pop-up and computing the swiftest route from the secluded Temple grounds to the University neighborhoods. The Padawan was by no means a well handed ace, but he understood what the Gun Cutter could and couldn't do. ...What may frighten some was what he hoped it might do. He called for the Force to be with them, share a modicum of luck. Then, the ranged sensors began to chug with a low warning throb. A cloud of droid-things would be descending, and soon, though they had some moments to yet spare. Seroth whipped his head back. "If you can, hurry along the others. We tarry much longer and our Cutter will be so much refuse."

 

[Gezzo]

Gezzo shifted around and got back on his feet, that had hurt like hell. However, the bug had survived the loss of his wings and arm so this was a cake walk compared to that pain. He was still not pleased at the unsatisfactory outcome of his attacks, so he decided it was time to get up close and personal with his attacks. He needed to defend the chancellor, but if that @[member="Sev3n"] beast keep charging around there was no way to do that. Gezzo quickly began flapping his wings like the start up of a starfighter engine as he yelled for the chancellor to "Stay down!" before shooting off after the mechanical monstrosity.

The bug aimed right for the backside of the robotic terror, his razer sharp spear held high for a strike. His plan was to find a gap in the armor and shove the business end of the staff into it, hopefully hitting something vital enough to put it out of commission.

 

[Isar]

Sensory indicators showed the Jedi leaving. The ten foot tall, five thousand pound Terentatek opened its maw and roared triumphantly. And that was when an ion bolt smacked into the ground right next to its feet. The enormous beast looked up into the sky. Sev3n scanned. Fighter craft incoming. Evasive maneuvers necessary. The hulking monster began to run, massive legs propelling it forward. Each step rocked the ground with the weight of its two and a half tons. It clambered over to the transport it had been ripping to shreds, and finished the job, tearing off a massive piece of it and holding it up. It wielded the hunk of durasteel like a shield. Ion bolts spattered against its surface, but they were not designed to punch through it. Sev3n was nominally EMP hardened, but an ion bolt to the face would still put its systems out of commission in a snap.

Step by step, Sev3n began to walk backwards, further into the interior of the hangar. From behind, Sev3n identified a buzzing. It scanned its memory files, analyzing and matching to previous recorded noises. It found a match. Geonosian. Armed with a spear, this buzzing insectoid was going up against a Terentatek which towered above everything else on the battlefield, had massive claws and tusks dripping with venom, and gigantic carapace of spikes on its back, which acted as a sort of natural armor. Find any chinks in between the spikes and carapace and the Terentatek's thick hide was there. Thick enough to soak up blasterfire and certainly thick enough to break the tip of a spear.

Sending out a subspace communication, Sev3n called in close air support from Omni's drones, which turned like a tide of shimmering darkness. They blotted out the sky. The black cloud of Seraphim consuming the planet began to wash over them. The Jedi had created a temporary lull due to their efforts, but Omni's conquest was inevitable. The sheer numbers were enough to fill any organic with terror. Sev3n would utilize everything at its disposal. It did not play fair. No sense of sportsmanship, right or wrong, good and evil. To it, those were all just dictionary entries. It had nothing but a programmed urge to kill and enough combat algorithms to follow through.

With the starfighters deterred by the onslaught of aerial droids, the Terentatek whirled around much faster than would seem possible for a creature of its size. But it was Sith Spawn. And controlled by an AI. Sev3n's fine tuning of the Terentatek's motor skills made it a creature to be feared. It swung the sheet of durasteel toward the Geonosian. It let loose a bloodcurdling bellow, undeniable in its speed, ferocity, and strength.

 

[Omni]

Everyone
The ground seemed to shake, the surface of Coruscant seemed to be disturbed and rustled. The ground itself seemed to move as something moved beneath the surface of the industrial City world. Something besides the tiny droids like Serpahim and Spiders moved beneath the surface, far below the Works. As the remaining citizens fled away from the Seraphim that something else began to move upwards. A massive rumbling shook the world, and then it appeared.

A massive droids peaked its way through the sheet metal surface of Coruscant. Thousands of grinding gears and sharp metal teeth rushed through the metal of Coruscant, following behind it was a massive rush of metal, armor, and massive blades. It sliced through anything in its path, rushing through the ground and cutting even buildings into pieces. The massive creature rose up, it slithered through the streets for the briefest seconds, its massive form cutting apart anything in its path.

The Thresher as it was called move through Coruscant, it bit itself onto one of the massive sky scrappers, using its hook like blades to grab and slide onto the massive tower. The Thresher rose through the sky, eating biting and moving its way to the tip of the Sky Scrapper. The massive droid rose to the tip of the of the scrapper and there it let out what seemed to be a massive roar. The droid peered down with its massive maw, and then from its gaping mouth it sprayed forth fire.

The massive beam of a mining laser turned downward towards the surface of Coruscant, it cut and sliced its way through metal, rock, and people.

 

[Darron Wraith]

After getting on the ship, Darron accompanied Rosa to the back. After all Jaxton could handle things for them at this point, the GrandMaster's attentions where needed elsewhere. So he just simply addressed the pilot before sitting in the back.

"Do what you guys need to do, but take me to my frigate once this is over. All of the Jedi Militant has assembled there and are awaiting my arrival and orders."

Making sure his love was seated, the Jedi Master managed to look out the viewport, and what he saw crushed him. The city was falling, and there was no way the day could be one. Knowing was one thing, he had felt that there was no victory could be had on this day. Yet actually seeing droids litter the sky, and massive mechanical monstrosities mowing over skyscrapers and carving up the very structure of the planet. It broke Darron's heart, he had given his life to see civilization thrive. What had taken years...hell centuries to create was being destroyed in minutes. Everything he had ever fought for was gone, or would be soon if this monster was allowed to run unopposed like it seemed to be presently. The GrandMaster reached, as he had his whole life, into the Force for the answer on what to do in the present to deal with Omni.

The Force didn't reply.

Most men would have been broken on the spot, Darron wasn't most though. He was the GrandMaster of the Jedi Order, a Master of the Force and of himself. There were still lives to save, orders to issue, and plans to formulate. He knew that the time would come when he would step back on the soil of Coruscant and take back the jewel of the Republic, or die giving his everything in the attempt. That much he knew, and he held to it, and with it he reformed from the broken shell he had been moments ago. Defeat left him, as did the sadness and other emotions that were unbecoming of a Jedi. He needed his mind clear, and he held steadfast to his compassion for all life. Yes, I will return, and I will save as many people in the attempt.

Turning his thoughts to something he could fix however. He turned to Rosa and quickly sat next to her, while wrapping his arms around her.

"Still afraid of falls and explosions right? I'm sorry I dragged you into that, but thank you...from the bottom of my heart for saving me." Realizing he didn't care who was around, he pulled Rosa into a passionate kiss that lasted for several moments...

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena"]
"Uhm...you know how to pilot a ship?" the blond suddenly asked, realizing that it would be best to know that. The machines could infect the autopilot, though he personally doubted it. The autopilot program had no transmission capability and was safely secure and isolated. He tilted his head to one side as he studied Feena.

 

[Feena]

@[member="Keter"]
"Do I know how? Yes. And I good at it? ...No."
She cleared her throat, blushing a little. She'd learned how to fly, but there was a very good reason (besides the obvious fear of flying) that she didn't do it ever.
"A wise man would not trust me with his favorite ship."

 

[Seydon of Arda]

The Gun Cutter whisked through a low fog of yellowed smoke and turned about on its tail, the vessel's interior sounding with a flat throb as their young pilot floored the engines open. They passed over the truncated roofing of the Temple proper, stained with soot and furrowed with deep, gouging fire lines, slipping round the shattered Tranquility Spire. Overhead loomed a thickened cloud of cackling droid-things, a sinuous collumn of charcoal that swelled and crooked like a length of nanofibre muscle. Seroth licked the bead of perspiration from his lip, hands locked to the guidance controls as he pitched them close to the running, industrial surface.

It was starved for conversation within the confines of the forward cabins, Seroth observing the august Darron Wraith in quiet talks with a woman he didn't quite recognize. Their eyes met and hovered briefly, though the Padawan quickly returned to his topographical mappings and corrected their course through a maze of delivery lanes and bombed out speeder routes. He felt Jaxton's wirey presence constantly against the back of his shoulders, sharing a few wry smiles with the Zeltron every time they shaved by a close call. There wasn't an inch of safe airspace across any sector of the Capital. More than once, Seroth clutched the guidance triggers and blitzed a small cloud of droid-things into vaporized, half-molten chaff.

In less than ten minutes, as per his word, the Gun Cutter whisked above the Fobosi District. The Padawan slowed their fall to the University grounds, eyeing the IR blips on an imaging screen. There were too many hot objects shambling about on the entry grounds, the constant motion resembling a disturbed insect hill. Seroth floated the Cutter higher and opened up the ventral entry bay. The vessel sloughed its inertia and hovered a moment several meters off the main Administration building. The Padawan turned to Jaxton. "I'll hold us here 'till Hell comes. Go grab your man."

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

 

[Darren Brunswick]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Nomad @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Zev Stargo

Brunswick was trying his best to stay conscious, but he wasn't able to hear much of what was going on.
"EVERYONE MOVE!" shouted someone.
And a second later, all hell broke loose for Brunswick. Well, for the second time that day, anyways. The wall nearby suddenly seemd to just disintegrate within seconds, and just as the Kuati senator realized that droids were advancing through the walls, he was swung around, then slung over one of the trooper's shoulder.
As a squad, the troopers dashed in some direction, and he could hear through the blaster fires that they were making their way to the hangar.

Within a few minutes, they entered what seemed like a rather secured hangar. At least for now, it was secure.
The trooper that had carried him set him down near their ship, and Brunswick quickly walked over to a nearby wall and threw up his breakfast.
"Senator, are you in need of immediate medical attention?"
Senator Brunswick shook his head. "No, ... Let's just get out of here..." he managed to say as he gasped for breath, looking warily over to check if any droids had chased them to the hangar.

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=medium]ALL near the hangar—en route to rendezvous[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]White-knuckled fingers brought her ship up after her swiping run at the Terentatek. The flying droids were descending on this position and it was too much. Ship shuddered as her shields took hit after hit. Iced-azure gaze flickered out the canopy, satisfied to see some freighters successfully taking off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]“Sparky, we’re gonna lose our shields soon. Let’s give all remaining transports a fighting shot.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]A boop, boop resounded through the cockpit. Pushing the snub-nosed fighter to its limits, she provider cover fire and created a hole for all those evacuating as she too, began her ascent to the rendezvous point. She hadn’t heard from Judah in a while and she hoped the kid made it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=medium]All sorts of alarms rang through her systems and she silently urged the limping X-wing into the docking bay of one of the space transports just as her life support systems failed. Popping the hatch, she remained unmoving in her seat. “Sparky, get a report on the survivors. I wanna see how many of the squadron made it back. And check-up to see if this Captain Nomad made it.”[/SIZE]