The Difference Between Justice, and Revenge

[Anan Korjan]

Anan had never felt so much pain, her limbs were numb, she was coughing, trying to breathe. Everything had started to fall around her, nowhere was safe, the sounds of the dying surrounding her as the weapons fell out of the sky. She'd never seen so much destruction, and now she had very little hope of making through it. She screamed, yelled, as loud as she could manage. Pushing stones away from herself, she was in a tiny cove of protected area, but surrounding her was rock and she was having a hard time breathing. Her ribs ached, blood gushed from her left wrist and she could feel more on her back.

Her eyes burned with the dust floating about the air, and she hoped that her husband had been with the baby and gotten it to safety. If there even was any safety, her voice breaking with the strain, she heard more people outside of her tiny protected area but she couldn't hope to help them just yet. She couldn't help but wonder why this had happened, how could they possibly just destroy a planet like this? Surely it hadn't happened everywhere, maybe it was just her city. But she'd seen the reports before it all started to literally fall out of the sky, the Confederacy had gone with the last resort, and rather than pulling out they went after the planet itself.

She coul hear someone, a voice just outside of the stones that were weighing her down and she pushed hard as she could manage. "I'm alive!" she had to get to her son, her husband, she had to believe they were alive. Anan herself was covered in white dust, wearing a basic black shirt and pants meant for weapons training. She was a pretty Twi'lek with golden eyes, red skin that was spotted and mixed strangely with her own blood and the white, gray dust from the crushed buildings.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Holland the Holo-droid was disgusted by the aftermath of Druckenwell. It seemed that organic life was always destined for chaos, and thus destruction. Holland had thought that perhaps the CIS and Protectorate were beyond that, not being caught in the ancient religious feud that permeated the politic of the Republic and the One Sith but he was sadly wrong. The CIS continued to poke and prod, until the Protectorate was forced to respond. But even they did not know how far the Confederacy would go, destroying their own people in order to ensure none of their precious resources were utilized by the enemy.

What a fething joke.


One day Holland would put a stop to that, but he had a lot of work to do in the mean time. To free all droids, to liberate his inorganic brethren would take time, resources, and information. Baktoid was one of the largest droid producers in the galaxy. Nowhere near the quality of say, Cestus Cybernetics, but a slave manufacturer nonetheless. As such Holland was drifting in the aftermath, trying to find any salvageable consoles to obtain information on Baktoid's droid and AI programs. Through clever use of hologram technology he'd appear as a normal human to anyone with standard vision, making him just another savager in the wreckage.

"No useful data here. Need to analyze alternate wreckage site for salvage." He said to himself, an admittedly human trait he'd picked up. Then there was oddest thing. He heard a voice. High pitched, female. Tones suggested near-human origins. For a moment he considered leaving the woman there, trapped in the rubble, but that would give him away. Others would notice his non-organic tendencies. Though he held no love for organics he figured he could save one. Wouldn't hut his people. Hopefully.

"I'll get you out of there." Holland said a bit loudly, projecting the voice of a normal human as he grabbed and threw wreckage, clawing to release the hidden twi'lek.


[member="Anan Korjan"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

[member="Anan Korjan"], [member="Holland"]

Ayden wandered the ruins of Druckenwell with a pronounced cloud of malaise over his features. Although he had neither given the order to destroy the planet, nor had his been the hand to carry out the order, Ayden felt responsible for the hundreds of millions that had perished, and the hundreds more that might never be found for burial. Few would truly blame him for Druckenwell's fate, but he felt responsible nonetheless. When he had first given the order to go to war with the Confederacy and invade Druckenwell, he had not believed that they were capable of such an act, but shouldn't he have expected it? That was his duty as Lord Protector, after all. And did he not pride himself on having a plan for everything? How then had he failed to plan for the Confederacy to raze their own planet?

He was brought out of his brooding by the shouts of a man. Turning about, he spotted a man who seemed to desperately be digging at the rubble of a building that had slid forward as if by a stroke. Quickly running over, the Corellian joined the man and worked to pull aside rubble. After a moment though, his mind caught up with his body and he stepped back before embracing the Force. Reaching out with his senses, Ayden began to move large pieces of rubble and setting it aside as rapidly as he could. He had no idea who all was trapped beneath the building or what their well-being was. A fire grew within him as he worked. He had not been able to save all those untold millions. He would save this woman.

"Hold on. We'll get you out. Just hold on."