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(I have no clue where most of you are, I'm just tagging everybody doing the second objective, rip.)
The earth shook, rattling the metal bolts holding down the desk and bed inside the windowless cell. McGill grimaced as his neat stack of pazaak cards was knocked over by the vibrations. Now he’d have to start the whole game over…
Shrill alarms went off throughout the building. His game instantly forgotten, McGill stood up and peered beyond the white bars of his room. The sounds of running footsteps and voices shouting echoed through the hallway. Then the familiar smell of smoke reached McGill’s nose. Something was definitely burning.
An orderly appeared in front of McGill’s cell. “Stand back!” they ordered, unlocking the door. The bars shrieked as they slid open, and the orderly grabbed McGill by the shoulders.
“Hey! Watch it!” McGill snapped. “What the hell is going on?”
“All patients are being evacuated for their safety. Don’t get any bright ideas—the planet’s being attacked. We were hit by something, probably a stray turbolaser blast—”
The smell of smoke grew stronger as the orderly pushed McGill down the hall, now mingling with the stench of seared flesh. Other inmates were similarly dragged from their cells and herded toward the exit. The area swiftly became crowded by crazies desperate to get out, beating their fists against the locked doors until they finally slid open.
McGill was vomited forth into the hospital’s fenced-in front yard. It was a gray, overcast Coruscanti morning. On the horizon a grand and important looking building was burning. McGill paused to admire the sight. Sure, it wasn’t very good in the long run for the Jedi Temple to be under such a vicious assault, but a fire was a fire, and fire was always beautiful to him…
“Keep moving!” his orderly demanded, shoving him forward.
“They’re trying to kill us!” someone in the crowd hysterically exclaimed. “They’re luring us to our deaths!”
Not even a second later, chaos broke out in the yard. McGill initially thought it was just opportunists seeking to take advantage of the fear and confusion. But as he narrowly evaded a charging inmate wielding a smuggled combat knife, he quickly realized this was no spur-of-the-moment escape. The “stray turbolaser blast” no longer looked like an accident, either.
Orderlies armed with stun batons faced off against inmates with knives and holdout blasters. Others were left to fight with just their fists, feet, and teeth. Weapons changed hands, keycards were seized, blood was spilled. The air filled with screams and yelling.
McGill punched the orderly who had brought him from his cell in the face and made a beeline for the gate. The asylum was built on a raised platform high above the nearest Coruscanti level and spaced far apart from any other buildings to deter any would-be escapees. But there was a parking lot full of airspeeders he might be able to steal, and probably other vehicles brought in for the evacuation. If he could just manage to get through the gate...