The Clockwork Rebellion

[Nomad]

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

"Seven, get him on that transport." The commando gave Nomad a questioning look, but the clone made it clear this order couldn't be question. "The rest of Team One is to accompany the Senator on the transport. The prisoner is staying with me."

Nomad walked over to the male prisoner shaking his head. Maybe when he woke up he'd get some information out of him. Now wasn't the time, though. Reaching over to pick up the bound man, he walked him over to one of the transports and threw him on.

"All units, report in!" Nomad shouted. Soon enough, all of his company reported that they were ready to be evac'd. "Alright, you all know the procedure. Two transports at a time. Emplacements and my own transport will be the last to deploy. We have ten minutes, now move!"

As soon as his orders were out, the first two transports were in the air. Browsing through the reports, along with the security, several Senators and dozens of civilians had been saved and brought to the hangar. The casualty and missing list was still unacceptable, but the fact that they had saved so many gave Nomad a bit of hope. "Tell me if he wakes up," Nomad said, pointing to the prisoner as he ran deeper into the hangar, motioning to those left behind to get to the gunships. "Leave, now! Go, go, go!"

The droids seemed to have noticed the evac operation, for the explosions and blaster fire were getting closer. Two more transports were away already, and the next two were just taking off. Even if the droids managed to make a counter push, they would all be evacuated in time. Nomad had won this small, insignificant battle.

"Captain, it's our turn." The pilots of the gunshiop sounded anxious and ready to leave. Without a second though, Nomad jumped onto the transport, and as soon as he did, the blast doors shut and the transport was off the ground. "Transports Nine and Ten in the air. East hangar clear, all civilians away!"

The explosions in the air rocked the transport, but they weren't close enough. Thanks to the brilliant work from Rogue Squadron, they were clear, and the civilians were safe. Kneeling down next to their captured prisoner, Nomad reached out to his neck to check his vitals. Still alive, but he was roughed up.

"You awake?" Nomad asked gruffly, not expecting a response.

 

[Zev Stargo]

"Yes....yes I am." Zev growled as he opened his eyes, their color drifting lightly from natural green to menacing gold

 

[Davin Jusik]

"I don't know." Trilan barely managed to mumble as the athletic Jedi grabbed him. He felt black creeping in.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Two miles? That would take them at least fifteen minutes. With Force speed, Jaxton could probably make it in ten . . . maybe less if he wasn't worried about being fired upon. Jaxton activated his comlink and radioed in to @[member="Cody Walkins "]

"I'll be there in ten minutes and I'll come back and pick you up. Can you transmit a location?" Jaxton said into the radio as he ran out of the building. He turned his attention to the professor @[member="Trilan Tenthrad "]

"Hang in there professor. We'll be offworld in half an hour. We'll get you medical help and you'll be on your feet by tomorrow." Jaxton said in a hurried, but comforting tone. He wasn't going to lose the professor, he wasn't going to lose the police officer, and he was going to get offworld, and no droid army or crazed AI was going to stop him.

 

[Nomad]

@Zev Stargo
Something was strange. Even through his helmet's visor Nomad could tell something was...strange. The man's eyes, they were different than before. Catching a glimpse of the male when they had bound him, his eyes seemed more...human. Now, they seemed to hold no emotion. It were as if Nomad was looking into the eyes of a machine.

"What's your name?" he asked, keeping a hand on his holstered sidearm, not really bringing his guard down.

 

[Bene Organa]

"The only place that I know will have a ship is the police reserve yard about two miles from here!" Bene looks over at the man beside her. "We need to stay close to each other. Someone has to watch your back and there may be more wounded that need medical attention. I may be a doctor, but I am able to fight when necessary. Now, which way to the police reserve yard?"

 

[Selena Halcyon]

To be quite honest, most of it was a blur after the shuttle crash. The half dozen Seraphim droid were really just the beginning of a long and winding chase up and through levels. The exact events that had transpired before her arriving at a mid level hanger and sitting in a freighter were something of a mystery. The stinging sensation in her shoulder blade, thigh, and arm told her that she had been hit by blaster bolts. She did not really remember that happening, but she was sure of it just by touching the injured locations. Charred hot flesh were what her fingers found. Some bolts must have made her through her defensive deflections. For a moment she considered trying to remember when she had been hit but just did not see the sense in it. The events were over, and the freighter was powering up under the frantic encouragement of its crew. She just sat back in one of the many chairs while they worked. They let her on the ship without a second thought, evidently her lightsaber was enough to tell them she was a Jedi and they offered to take her to Tython. Selena found some humor in that, maybe the crew had seen safety in that.

She was not sure. Everything was a daze, and she was beginning to realize why as the pain grew. She needed some medical attention, but she did not want to burden the crew. In order to stave off the potential problems, her mind dipped into a meditation. While in the trance, she could slow down the effects enough for the trip and then deal with getting attention while on Tython. While in the trance though, her mind was accosted by the deaths of millions across the planet, nay the billions dying across the region of the galaxy. The galaxy cried out in pain through the Force. For her own sanity, she cut it off though. Retreating into herself, trying to stay away from the memories that appeared to her. The deaths she had seen. The bodies she had found. When she had gotten to the university all had been dead, bodies littered the floor. The man she had intended to help was either dead or gone. At some point during that part of her journey while under attack from the droids she had been shot. That came to her.

Came to her right before she fell asleep. Though, the moment had also coincided with the hum of the engines coming alive and the freighter leaving the hanger to take her to Tython.

 

[Zev Stargo]

"Zev Stargo....prophet of Omni." Zev hissed like a crazed beast, yet he seemed to show hhesitation when he called himself a prophet...as if it wasn't sure.

 

[Downfall]

The building sufficiently damaged, the droid began to initiate its engines once again.

"This world no longer belongs to the organics. Ascension is begun."

Lifting off, legs drew back together and the droid began to rise towards the skies above. Full of fleeing vessels, the droid began to fire on them with its main guns, destroying the smaller vessels in a few shots, and the smallest that were hit in single bursts. Four controlled megamasers were going to do a sufficiently large amount of damage. Some small fighters began to come around it so it opened fire with its point defense weapons.

In the meantime, it searched for the next target.

 

[Cody Walkins]

Cody nodded as he grabbed the doctor by the arm "Worry about yourself more than me Doc." the officer said as he pulled the doctor into a nearby building and threw the door shut, scanning the room with his rifle. Once he was sure it was clear he began to transmit the position to the Jedi from the gauntlet in his armor

"The position is coming to you!" Cody yelled into his comm "But hurry this place is crawling!" the officer yelled and to prove his concern a high energy beam came through the wall and tore it apart. It came close to the Doc, so he tackled her to the ground again. Once the beam had stopped he looked at her apologetically

"Sorry Doc."

 

[Bene Organa]

"Worry about yourself more than me Doc." he says while pulling me into a building. That won't be easy. I have always worried about others more than myself. I can't let anything happen to him or anyone else. I will do whatever is necessary to assist him and the survivors of this carnage.

My thoughts return to the present. The officer is looking around the room to make sure all is safe. Safe as it can be under these circumstances. I hear him yell into his comm to the Jedi "The position is coming to you! But hurry this place is crawling!"

As if on cue an energy beam comes through the wall close to me. Before I can react I find myself on the ground. The beam finally stops I look up at the officer to find him looking at me with an apologetic look upon his face. "Sorry Doc. There is nothing for you to be sorry about. You have saved my life twice today and I am grateful." He helps me to my feet. "I want to thank you properly but I don't even know your name."

 

[Cody Walkins]

Cody smiled at the doctor as he stood back up and ran to the window to return some quick fire "You can call me Cody" the officer said as he serached for more targets.

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena"] @[member="MG-42 a/b"]
Keter kissed her cheek. "Of course. I wouldn't dare disappoint you like that," he replied with a smile. A small beep alerted him. They were closing in on their destination. The blond frowned slightly. That was far faster than he expected. He had a good navicomputer true but it couldn't let him leap to Coruscant from the Outer Rim in under a day...

He sat down in the pilot's chair, hands dancing over the controls. "Feena...something's wrong. The guidance computer is getting far more data than it should be. We're going to be at Coruscant in a few minutes more." His red eyes stared out at the hyperspace beyond. What what what what...more data must have been coming in from somewhere, it was the only explanation. Something was increasing his navicomps processing power...

With a blaring of alarms, the ship lurched out of hyperspace into Coruscant space. Keter swore despite himself, spinning the Fury into a helix to avoid the incoming craft. So many ships and vessels, fleeing Coruscant. He tensed as he deftly maneuvered the ship through the panicking shoal they had found themselves in, weaving in amongst ships. "Alright, Feena, get the message down. We should be in range."

 

[Feena]

@[member="Keter"]
Feena could only blink at him when he said they were almost there. The galaxy was small, but not that small! She'd never heard of a trip that far taking such a short time. It was impossible, wasn't it?

She didn't have much time to consider it though. Moments later they lurched out of hyperspace, which Feena found positively nauseating. Not because she really felt anything at all, but because of the view outside, especially when he maneuvered the ship through the chaos.

She wondered if it would even be possible to get a message down there with all that insanity, but it was worth a try regardless, just happy to have something to distract herself from the awful death that would surely await them if Keter wasn't as good a pilot as she thought he was. Her message was a simple one, as she currently lacked the mind to say much else.
We are coming. Hold on.

"Sent. Now to see if anybody down there is alive to respond."

 

[MG-42 a/b]

@[member="Keter"] @[member="Feena"]
The two assassin droids were in a spaceport which had just been rapidly emptied in half the fastest normally recorded time. MG-42 A an and B had just finished ransacking the engines of a freighter, preventing its escape, and the seraphim droids had then converted several dozen formerly escaping civilians.

A nearby spaceport panel beeped a message; We are coming. Hold on. At the speed of their processors, they both concluded that a lie would be the best course of action. A decided to respond to the message. Ships needed for continued evacuation. Proceed to grid 24, spaceport 7, landing bay 94. Ignore or dodge incoming fire to the best of your ships abilities.

With that, the twins went about further crafting their lie. Walking up to the newly converted organics, the twin droids spoke "We require the use of your deception. There is a ship on the way under the pretense of evacuating more refugees in bay 94. We require you to act as refugees and dock crew. Form 4 lines of 12. 2 lines will be refugees, the third 12 will pose as dockworkers and don helmets and jumpsuits.The last 12 will pose as republic security forces."

"For the Omni !" they all spoke in prideful unison, and went about playing their roles for the lie.

The Twins, faded into the background by hiding in plain sight as it were, by posing as equipment in bay 94. They stood in boxes and put barrels with eyeholes over their heads, which came to their shoulders and helped to eliminate the humanoid silhouette they had been built with, however crude and clunky and robot-like it was to begin with.

It was a tactic that they had long since concluded, would never fail, due in part to human mores and reactions to droids.

Stupid meatbags.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton continued running as fast as he could, making good time despite all of the chaos and the professor on his back. Jaxton had learned just how powerful the Force could be, as he could see the station's ships about four minutes away from him, and he knew if he didn't use the Force he'd have at least another ten. A droid rushed at him from the side, and Jaxton turned and slashed at the mechanical beast with his saber. He was almost there. Jaxton couldn't be stopped now, when he was so close from his goal.

"We'll be outta here in ten minutes." Jaxton said to @[member="Trilan Tenthrad "]as he lowered him on one of the benches on the police vessel he boarded. Jaxton then made his way to the pilot's seat, and began firing it up. The ship rose and he began blasting various droids and ships that came at him. He opened the ship's comlink and radioed the policeman @Cody Walkins

"I'm coming around for a pickup, be ready." He said and began moving to the cop's location. As Jaxton did this he began hailing on all of the Republic signals he knew, hoping there were some other Republic pilots around.


"This is Knight Ravos reporting. I have acquired a Police Force vessel and am requesting assistance in escaping the planet."

@[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Judah Dashiell"] @Republic Pilots

 

[Cody Walkins]

"Copy that!" he looked back to the doc "Be ready doc, he is on his way back."

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena"] @[member="MG-42 a/b"]

"Alright, heading down now. Keep an eye out," he warned Feena, the planet looming large before them as the ship spun in a helix dive into the atmosphere. It was as if the craft was drilling through the air, easing some of the friction burning against the hull, as well as becoming much of a harder target. "I think we got an incoming message, mind looking at that dear?" the blond asked his fiance politely, gritting his teeth as he kept control of the wild Fury, the city slowly becoming distinct below them. Fires, smoke, chaos.

Anyone would have been stunned by such a sight, horrified at least. Keter felt none of that. He had come to terms with the consequences of his own schemes years ago. And the annihilation of Coruscant had been a plan he had made once in the past. Heck, he had plans of assault for most major planets. In this galaxy, anyone could be an enemy. Still, Omni was following his general assault uprising plan so close it felt like a copy. But Keter knew that the machine had simply found the most efficient and effective plan out of all the variables, like he had. The red eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled up from the dive, flying down in amongst fleeing air-cars and shuttles being chased by black winged shapes.

This...was perfect. No finer stage could the machine have set. Who knew how many stories were playing out even now?

 

[Feena]

@[member="Keter"] @[member="MG-42 a/b"]

Message. That was quick. Much quicker than she had expected. With ll the chaos, she expected it to take some time if a message was to come in at all. Very lucky indeed, and she was happy to have something to distract herself with while Keter struggled with the landing.
"Grid 24, spaceport 7, landing bay 94," she called, "That's where we need to be! And please, be careful! Don't get us killed before we even land!"

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=10pt]@[member="Jaxton Ravos"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Flights three and four, report in,” the flight Captain hollered from the Republic transport hovering in space and getting ready to jump away from the chaos that was just below. She forced her mind to focus on the call for help versus what just happened with Judah.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She still couldn’t believe he kriffin’ fired on her![/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]When this was all over, she was going to track that kid down. And, she was worried what she would find.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She put in a line back to the mystery man on the republic channel @Jaxton. “Three flight from the rogue squadron is on your way, matching your coordinates. Stand ready.” Curling her fists in frustration, she yelled to the maintenance droids working on her battered bird. “I want this snub-nosed fighter ready in ten minutes. And don’t tell me that’s impossible!”[/SIZE]