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Invincible is merely a word.

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Coruscant | Jedi Temple
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His name was tallied among the dead. They found Ashina at the center of a scattered heap of slain Sith, his final opponent draped atop him with a still-smoldering hole through their chest. As for the Knight himself, cause of death was not evident. It could only be presumed that the shrapnel in his head was rattled too much too soon, leading to his demise. Those who tended to the cleanup of the Temple laid him amongst fallen comrades in an out of the way chamber designated for holding the dead.

Unbeknownst to the gravetenders, Inosuke's would-be corpse stirred. Nigh motionless, he clung to life, his spirit still bound into his body as if caught in an iron trap. Once so far gone he'd been mistaken for mere remains in both the physical and spiritual checks, yet by fluke, miracle, or force of will, the Manslayer lived. Now the warmth slowly returned to his body, the color returned to his skin, and a shallow rise and fall returned to his chest. Gravetenders, in their confidence, did not notice the signs.

Cadaverous air entered Knight Ashina's nostrils, it was the first sensation he became conscious of. Slowly, like a man trapped in sleep paralysis, he became aware of himself and his inability to move. Where there should have been panic, only exhausted ambivalence coupled with an acceptance of fate came. Am I dead? he wondered whilst trapped in the endless void of his own thoughts. There was a stench, something cold beneath him, and muffled sounds dancing around his perception. There was a world around him that he was painfully aware of in his inability to properly ascertain it.

This is death, he concluded. An absence of any drive whatsoever. Odd notions told him where the pain should be, as well as how bad it should be, yet it was unsettlingly truant. No hunger, no thirst, no ambition, no emotion, only this oblivion on the threshold of being. Even time appeared absent in the stygian afterlife. For what felt as if could have been minutes, hours, days, or years, Inosuke didn't form another thought. What use was there fighting the inevitable? What use was there in defying destiny?

Suddenly, an inexplicable jolt surged through his spine, radiated through every bone and sinew in his body. All of those emotional and physical vacancies were suddenly filled their proper tenants. His eye shot open as he rose with breakneck speed to a full ninety-degree sitting-up position. His lungs forcefully filled themselves with air, orchestrating a loud gasp from behind the Knight's teeth.

A pair gravetenders shrieked, startled by the sight of what they were certain was dead man sitting up so suddenly. Ashina hardly seemed to notice them fleeing from the impromptu morgue, still shocked at the advent of his return to the real. He glanced down, checked his hands, inspecting each side with disbelief, trying to affirm whether or not it was real. I thought I was dead, he recalled. An inspection of his surroundings quickly told him he wasn't the only one who had drawn that conclusion.

Fighting through the stiffness in his muscles, he checked his body for wounds. There were none. How? It didn't make sense. Not at first. He went over every detail he could still remember in his head, but his memory was as fickle as the pain in his head was sharp. It dawned on him then what must have taken him down; the interloping shards of cyberware in his skull.

How did I recover? Could it be-? It had been years since he'd thought of Ashina's Gift. It was among the earliest of the family teachings he'd written off as myth or embellishment. Returning from the grave was a perverse capability reserved for the reprehensible disciples of Bogan. Wasn't it? The question was troubling; had this been good fortune, or something more? Could the gift be more than legend?

In his disorientation and shock upon waking up in a morgue, his shrapnel-clouded mind had nearly forgotten his predicament, the Jedi's predicament. Sudden urgency overtook his movement as he checked the bodies around him for the faces of a few specific people. Relief came when he found no matches, but it came with its own flavor of shame. They died and not him, and not them. He felt guilt for the relief he found in callous clause.

Jedi live, and wonder why.

Gravetender's returned with terrified reluctance, fearful that his rise was yet another Sith machination. There was no time to assure them or explain the very unlikely mechanisms behind what they had seen. Inosuke struck them with the signature Ashina Glare, bolstered rather than hindered by the lack of his eye.


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Inosuke Ashina Inosuke Ashina

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The slumber went on for an eternity. When her eyes finally fluttered open, Henna was embraced by a fleeting calm, before confusion came. These were not her chambers. The sun poked through unfamiliar draperies, too bright for early morning. She pulled herself upright, clutching the woven blanket to her chest, examining her surroundings. All at once, the memories came. These were her chambers, at least temporarily, until her previous dormitory could be restored. Her wounds had not been grievous enough for her to take space in a valuable medical bed, but she had been condemned to rest in the ever-dire aftermath, and forced to comply as the various potions and elixirs brought their drowsiness.

Food sat cold and untouched on the bedside. Beside the tray, a pile of papers. Rubbing away the sleep, Henna moved to pick them up. Clumsy handwriting in an array of colors decorated each card, some adorned with drawings as well. Tears welled at the kindness, held back until the count was two short. Alaya was okay, she knew, at least physically.. but the grief for her brother would still be fresh. Henna returned the cards to their place before moving to the edge of the bed.

"There is no emotion." She murmured to herself.

The statement hung half-finished, the air around her growing heavy. Numbness had filled her, but there was no peace to be found. Somewhere, beneath the hardened layers, she knew the turmoil roiled. Her soul ached for the two missing pieces. She wanted nothing more than to seek shelter in the others, though she could not bring herself to face them- not yet. Their group was not whole, and she did not know how to begin to apologize.

Instead, she rose. Blood and sweat stain garb still sat in the corner, and she wrinkled her nose at it. She had to pilfer a chest of belongings to find another robe. When she did, she sat down at the desk, pulling a datapad from it's drawer. Her children still had need of protection. What could happen once could happen again- but she would ensure they were well away.
 
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Multiple LAAT dropships flew over the smoking buildings of Coruscant each of them heading to their drop point. Zanvic signaled for the pilot to open the sliding doors. As they opened, the Clone Trooper frowned witnessing so much destruction done by the Brotherhood of the Maw, from afar Zanvic saw a weakened and burning large building starting to collapse. "Holy chit!" One of the Shocktroopers: Nandon yelled seeing the titan tower fall backwards no doubt killing thousands of civilians. "Son of a queen....." Cassie another Shocktrooper whimpered. "I can't watch this....."

Zanvic remained silent though rage was building inside of him like lava shooting up a Volcano. These Brotherhood or New Sith whatever they call themselves were nothing more than beasts. They destroyed Cisilla and now they have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of innocents in the assault on Coruscant and worst of all, they unleashed Sithspawn animals to take care of the rest. This wasn't a battle that the Brotherhood wanted to win it was to make a statement. And now the Galactic Alliance will be making theirs.

"Pilot," he said putting on his helmet. "Send word to command that a building collapsed 25 miles from where we're at." He said. "Send for ground troops and medical services on the double."

"Yes sir," the pilot responded while Zanvic turned on the main comms on his helmet. "Troopers," he said. "We have confirmed a nest of Sithspawn in the lower levels of Courscant. We are to enter, neutralize all threats and evacuate any surviving civilians. Secure the perimeter and make sure no Sithspawn escapes. Oorah?"

"Oorah!" The troopers responded.

"The LZ looks clear!" The pilot said. "I'm bringing us down!"

"Right!" Zanvic said taking out his blaster rifle and taking out the rope. "For the Alliance! Go! Go! Go!"

Zanvic's unit touched down in the streets and headed for the tunnels. "Second squad you're with me!" Zanvic ordered his eyes darting for any signs of a threat. "Form up on the door in the tunnel."

Two Shocktroopers behind Zanvic took out some barbed wire. Crude but it'll get the job done in preventing some Sithspawn from getting through. "Set up the blocking position!" Nadon yelled. "Let's go!"

"There's the tunnel!" Zanvic yelled. "Make sure those areas are clear! Stack up!"

Valery Noble Valery Noble Linny Rennis Linny Rennis Aria Vestra Aria Vestra Yula Perl Yula Perl
 
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The others seemed to calm the Zeltron lady down, which was good. The less random blasting with the Force, the better. But then she mentioned kids, and Linny felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. For half a second, the image of the family from earlier flashed in her head. Then her friends. Then everyone she'd ever known at school, at home, anywhere.

And whilst Linny probably did need medical attention, bruised beyond belief and probably rocking a broken nose and several smushed toes, she couldn't just leave kids out there. She'd never live with herself if she turned back now. Her eyes closed for a second as she took a deep breath and tried to ignore the throbbing sensation in her legs.

"I'm staying," she decided, moving towards Valery, Aria and the Zeltron lady. Clutching her saber hilt with a sweaty hand, she knelt down beside the Zeltron, trying to catch her attention.

"Hi. Hi, hello. Uh... it doesn't matter what you did, we just need to try and find those kids, okay?" Linny told her, trying on her best 'calm and confident' voice. It didn't fit. "Can you help us? Where did you last see them?" Interrogation wasn't a strong suit. Whilst she spoke, she checked over her for anything with a strong something in the Force. She might not've been a super trained Master, like the others, but there was one thing she could rock: psychometrawhatever they called it back at the Temple. If there was no good answer from the woman, she'd draw it out from something.


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"I'm afraid so, Miss...?"

“Yula.” She supplied. It took her a few long moments to wrap her head around what Master Vestra was telling her. Then, a few more when the girl with the broken nose joined them, evidently undeterred by the Zeltron’s outburst.

A puzzled look floated onto her face, and Yula relinquished her hold of Aria. Her strength, due to no small part of the Jedi’s intervention, had slowly been rebuilding. Now, a shot of adrenaline coursed through her at the mention of the children.

“The temple? That’s what we were running from.” Her brows narrowed, trying to make sense of the situation. Had she really been out that long? “The Senate had put the Jedi under house arrest in the temple. I was escorting some of the younglings out through the tunnels, should the worst happen.” Her single eye scanned along the horizon, red with fire, smoke, and ash as if to highlight her point. “That’s when the Sith attacked. It all went to hell, so I took them through a route I knew in the lower levels that’ll shake them off. We were on our way out when one of the safe houses collapsed in an airstrike, and…” She shrugged. “Now we’re here.”

“If you’re all out and about, I’m guessing the Senate changed their mind?"
She didn’t sound positive about that, and hopefully Aria and Linny would be able to fill in the gaps. “Or you’ve just been dodging arrest.”

Her gaze fell to the kid with the bloody nose, softening in recollection. This wasn’t the first outburst of hers; she’d all but collapsed a cave on Ilum, nearly burying her and Dag alive. Sheepish, she rubbed the back of her head.

“Sorry about that, kid. You uh, you okay?”

"Hi. Hi, hello. Uh... it doesn't matter what you did, we just need to try and find those kids, okay?" Linny told her, trying on her best 'calm and confident' voice. It didn't fit. "Can you help us? Where did you last see them?"

“Eleven younglings. I think…fix or six near-human, one Chiss, two Kiffar, maybe…another Chiss? Something blue without the red eyes. A Jenat, and something…like a sentient bug, I’m not sure. And a human Padawan, teenager, tan skin and dark hair.” Yula rattled off, counting on her fingers. “I told him where to head, what the plan was. If they’re lucky, you won’t find em here. They’ll be off-world, somewhere safe.” Or captured by Sith, or had their shuttle destroyed.

“I’ll try to ping them, but I need to repair—” Her hand went to the implant at the back of her neck, brushing bruised fingers along the damaged system. Maybe that played a part in her earlier outburst—neurocognitive implants could mess with your head when tampered with.

“Just—just tell me, is it even safe for Jedi folk to be here anymore?”

Yula and her fuzzy affiliations could slip through the cracks well enough, but what about Dagon Kaze Dagon Kaze ? And Aeris Lashiec Aeris Lashiec ? And the others who’d dedicated themselves to the New Jedi Order?

Aria Vestra Aria Vestra | Linny Rennis Linny Rennis | Valery Noble Valery Noble | Katarine Ryiah
 
Location: Lower Levels of Coruscant

Aria glanced over at Katarine Ryiah when the woman suggested the Sithspawn's claws might have been poisonous. It would be very wise to have that looked at if so. Everything had happened so fast, Aria hadn't a chance to check on what injuries everyone had or whether they encountered such monstrous things here.

Valery Noble Valery Noble expressed a desire to stay, however, which was a relief. Best the trio that came with Aria return to the larger group -- they could help save others trapped and were safer from a beast's attack that way. The Jedi could delve deeper as needed to locate the children.

Then Linny Rennis Linny Rennis stated she would remain to aid in the search. That drew a brief lift to Aria's eyebrows given the pain that darted across the woman's face now and then from her injuries.

With plans formulated, it provided Yula Perl Yula Perl the opportunity to recover some of her strength. The Zeltron then spoke up regarding the circumstances of how she'd come to be there and that of the younglings. Aria listened attentively before she reached out slowly to lay a hand atop Yula's shoulder. "The Senate is reeling from the attack. They have not had time to repeal their decision, but they have been given every reason to do so now. I will guarantee your safety while you are with me until an official decision is made, and I doubt any Jedi will be opposed in the streets while every able bodied man and woman is focused on saving the lives of those trapped down here."

"The plan was for the youth to leave Coruscant?" Aria asked, not aware of the preparations that someone seemed to have pushed onto Yula. "Who issued the order?"

Aria's yellow eyes lifted to scan the immediate area before they were drawn back to Yula. "Do you need to repair electronics? There must be a store nearby. Can you repair it yourself, or is anyone here skilled in electronics?" The Ioshan glanced at the others present.

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Location: Coruscant, Lower Levels - Heading towards the others
Tags: Yula Perl Yula Perl | Katarine Ryiah | Aria Vestra Aria Vestra | Valery Noble Valery Noble | Linny Rennis Linny Rennis | Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak
Before everything had come crashing down, Viera had managed to at least secure one group of younglings. Safely sequestered in one of the lower level safehouses, guarded by another Knight. But it now meant the Thyrsian had been blocked off from returning to the Temple. Not like she had much chance to find a way around, as a myriad of Sithspawn began appearing throughout Coruscant’s lower levels.

Her focus had been taking them out, defending any bystanders and civilians that got caught in the creatures’ attention. But it didn’t remain her sole focus for long, as a crimson blade came swinging down from above.

She had managed to evade in time, immediately clashing lightsabers with the Sith. Viera had no idea if they were the Sithspawns’ master, or just another pawn like them. Either way, she was able to cut them down after the Thyrsian attacked with an aggressive stance.

But not before the sneaky schutta was able to stab a dagger into her leg. That hurt a lot, and was certainly a good bit of motivation to make sure he never did it again. Wounded, Viera headed to a contact, a doctor who tried his best to help those less fortunate down in the lower levels.

A point of contact thanks to Dagon Kaze Dagon Kaze , someone who had contingencies upon contingencies.

By the time she was walking/limping out, Viera had a bandage around her leg, a crutch supporting it, and her lightsaber in the other hand. A little bacta solution had been slapped on the wound, and yet the entire limb felt like it was on fire. She brushed it off as just being a fresh injury, but there was a lingering suspicion in the back of her mind.

Her trek back through the lower levels was filled with more Sithspawn. Of which seemed even more eager to try and sink their talons into her now. Viera was annoyed though, pissed and more than happy to meet them head on. She tried to brush aside the pain, as her leg burned in protest to being moved too much.

The beast leaped at her, but Viera ducked and swiped with her emerald blade. It caught the creature, sending it into an unceremonious landing. She wasted no time in capitalizing, and slamming the end of her crutch down into and through its head. The Sithspawn flailed for a few seconds before going still.

Viera sighed, groaning in pain as her leg ached. She leant down to check the bandages, only for her comm to suddenly burst to life. A distress beacon had been activated, stirring activity on the comm channel. The Thyrsian grabbed it, bringing it close to her mouth.

This is Knight Viera, I managed to get a small group of younglings to safety before the collapse happened. Heading your way now to assist.
 
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Invincible is merely a word.

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Coruscant | Jedi Temple
Henna Ashina Henna Ashina | Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina (kinda)
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I STILL SEARCH FOR YOU
Healers and other physician-types took an interest in his miraculous survival. They told him he wasn't in any shape to be walking around. He knew that. They said he was just going to make himself worse. He knew that, too. It didn't stop him. If death couldn't, he might as well have been inexorable as an absolute, but he wasn't so foolish as to believe himself invincible. Revivification aside, invincible was only a word. Could this happen again with no head on his shoulders? No heart in his chest? Though he would have long ago wagered on the impossibility of this in the first place, his foresight told him that surely even the gift had its limits.

Despite the implorations of professionals and caretakers, Inosuke limped his way across the temple, found the lodging Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina was availing herself to. Knocking was courtesy he forwent, barging into the vacant lodging with composed urgency. The Older Ashina quickly deduced the absence of the Younger Ashina. Slow breath wisped out of his nostrils, disappointment and concern in equal magnitude.

Hand-written with ink and paper, Inosuke left a note in the traditional Atrisian alphabet. A collection of four elegantly scribbled logographs conveyed the message:


We must speak.
No names, to or from, were included. It couldn't be more clear that the message was meant for her, or could it be more clear who wrote it. Not the most polite or gentle way to reveal his presence among the living, but tracking her down could take far more time than he could likely manage to stand on his own to feet. The fact that it was running out was already painfully, achingly evident.

The thought of being bedridden again made him feel ill. Even more so than circumstance had already begot.


Nevertheless, he pressed on, crossing the distance to find Henna Ashina Henna Ashina next. Limping through halls, checking doors, hailing startled passers by for particulars, he would eventually discover where she'd been relocated. Slowly, Inosuke limped up to the door, nearly hesitating before the control panel. No courtesy spared for knocking yet again, he forced himself to hit the door control before he could find time to temporize. His unchanged insistence in regards to directness wouldn't do the reveal any favors, dooming it to being almost unagreeable in its abruptness.

A hiss reverberated through the chamber as the door slid open. His living, one-eyed, bloody-faced, slouched form appeared in its place. Ashina limped several steps forward, half-collapsed contra a counter, propped himself up with his arm against it to steady another step. There, he lingered, on the brink of meeting the floor with the full force of gravity.

 
Plutus Incarnate
Nearby: Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe // Sssar Taszzn Sssar Taszzn // Seto du Couteau Seto du Couteau // Faith Organa Faith Organa // Donavon Arturo Donavon Arturo // Eboi Seth Eboi Seth // IVI IVI

"Ah, Director.", Harper offered her with a muted smile.​
"You know - I find it odd how it is Adhira who seems to have lost her position as Chancellor when it was you and your department's apocalyptic failings that have led us to this very moment. Oh, but what is incompetence if not a chance to learn from one's mistakes?"​
Dorian turned and took a step to the door before pausing and speaking once more;​
"You will learn from this, correct? This would mark the tenth time they have done this in the last few decades, afterall.", he said with a cock of his brow towards the Chiss.​
"Do not worry, Director, when it is political acumen and fiscal strategy you require I shall be present. Often, when the regime has failed in its duties outside assistance is the best source of perspective - and the IGBC is nothing but thorough in its efforts to assist those who require it."​
Harper glanced to the others, offered his endearing smile, and nodded to them;​
"Senators. Chancellor. I will be planet side for the coming weeks. If you wish to discuss the future we all strive for, I will keep my books open."​
 
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The sound drew Henna from the musings of her letter. She grimaced, waving away whoever had come to see to her eating and care. When no reply came, she turned, all blood draining from her face as she saw the bloodied figure. Shaking her head, stuttering, she wondered if she had gone mad- if she would be locked away in that doomed hospital within the lower levels, forever followed by her ghosts.

That is what she saw, surely? Acceptance hadn't come, not truly, but she had at least acknowledged those who had notified her of his name amongst the fallen. Scrolls and tomes in the masses had told about master's who lived on within the force, offering their wisdom to those who needed it most, but those figures were reported peaceful and serene, not brooding and seemingly on the brink of death. And the door... As she puzzles her way through it, her eyes narrowed, studying the knight.

"How?" The question was sharp, angry and confused.

Only after she had allowed herself reason did the relief come. Grief slowly eased it's iron grip. Rising from her chair, she crossed the short distance, taking his face in between her hands. Her lips met his own, her sense blind to the smell of blood and sweat. Only after a few seconds did the smell of death registered, causing her to pull back.

"How?"
 

// OUTRIDER // Defacto Senator for Euforns Major
// LOCATION // Chancellors Office, Courscant
// OBJECTIVE // SILENT AVENGER
// THEME //
Warriors

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The Senator's frown widened to a wry smile "Surely you understand the political implications of not having a fully functioning government in this time of crisis" he explained, "I whole heartedly endorse your idea to allow the people to choose their Vice Chancellor, however I believe the Chancellor should be empowered appoint a 'placeholder' candidate until such time we are capable of executing such a task"

"In this case" he would pause, gesturing only slightly to the Minister of State, "The interim appointee must be just that, a temporary appointee. Drawn from this august body of representatives - someone who will not run for full election" In other words, a placeholder for Praji.

Nothing more than a political comprise, it was Donovan's belief that the Chancellor had the authority to choose his number two, and Seto du Couteau Seto du Couteau 's proposal was nothing more than a waste of federal money, especially considering the next election was only a few years away.

With that, the Governor-General turned to the other pressing matters in the room, catching only the briefest of remarks by Veles Oshu Veles Oshu , adding a self reminder to contact the IGBC executive in the near future.

The words of Sssar Taszzn Sssar Taszzn came as a shock to the Eufornisian Senator, with the Chancellor offering his proverbial political head for the chopping block. "I cede the matter of no confidence to my people" He explained, leaving the matter open for further debate


 
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Valery stood ready with the others to move out into the streets again when she heard the sound of transports flying overhead. It likely meant some much-needed reinforcements were being brought down. She wasn't quite aware that Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak was on board though, who she had met on Kashyyk not long ago. One thing was for sure, Valery welcomed the additional help out here.
The brunette then took her weapon back into her hand and began to move out. She was heading for an adjacent city block that wasn't clear - the darkness coming from it was easily sensed by her and other Jedi who were reaching out into the area.
"Let's get moving. The area up ahead seems filled with these beasts, and I'm sure people too."
But as she began to move, another voice came through over comms.

This is Knight Viera, I managed to get a small group of younglings to safety before the collapse happened. Heading your way now to assist.”​
Valery blinked and briefly looked at the others, before raising her comlink up to her lips to respond. "Understood, Knight Viera. We're currently moving into the next block, but we welcome the assistance," she said in response. A nod was given to Aria and Linny, who were coming along and Yula was more than welcome to assist as well if she felt ready for it.
Moments then passed as she quietly and carefully moved her way into dangerous territory, hopefully with the group of Jedi at her side.
The streets they entered largely seemed empty at a first glance, as most civilians had taken shelter inside buildings or escaped from the area completely. But their fear echoed through the streets, their suffering combined in a sea of pain each Jedi would find disturbing to feel.
But up ahead, they sensed something more tangible; something darker. A beast with large claws and sharp teeth stood near a playground, a place normally reserved for the laughter of children and their parents. Now, a terrifying beast stood over the bodies of several civilians that had tried to escape. Luckily, there were no children among them.
The beast was sniffing and looking around, trying to find its next target.
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The Shocktroopers began to stack up near the door as more LAATs began to touch down to their intended LZs. So far so good but if there's one thing that Zanvic has learned over the long years in the battlefield is that a plan rarely goes smoothly. "Setting charge!" Private Stenson said setting up small explosive charge on the door. Zanvic's back remained glued on to the wall clutching his DC-15S Blaster Rifle as well as the remaining Shocktroopers behind him. 5 more Shocktroopers watched their flanks looking for any signs of Sithspawn. Zanvic could hear the scratching growling behind the door. Those slimy bastards were definitely inside that door.

Clear!" Stenson ran out of the blast charge's radius as it beeped rapidly before it exploded. "Go! Go! Go!" Zanvic ordered as he was the first to turn the corner raining blaster fire onto the stunned Sith Spawn. Its mouth was full of blood and gore as it looked like it was feeding on a dead civilian. Zanvic to unload onto the Sithspawn shooting it on the chest, neck and right eye before it went down landing on the poor soul.

The other Sithspawn still stunned lumbered towards Zanvic but it was immediately showered with blaster bolts by the Shocktroopers filing in the room. "Clear!" Zanvic said looking around. "Room clear!" Corporal Lasky said.

"Check the bodies!" Zanvic said removing the Sithspawn he killed only to see a half eaten face of a human male. There were three deep gashes torn across his chest the middle gash penetrated the ribcage and dark blood came from it. Judging by the fresh corpse, Zanvic had to guess that he just died an hour or two ago. Poor soul.....

"All civilians in this room are dead." Private Stenson lamented.

Zanvic frowned getting up and hearing more movement downstairs. He signaled for his troops to stack up once again. "Daisy," Zanvic issued to the female Private. "Take point."

Private Daisy nodded and quickly went down the stairs her DC-15A Blaster Rifle swerving. "Contacts!" She whispered. "Multiple hostiles."

Zanvic nodded. "Weapons free!" Zanvic said. "Watch for survivors!"

Daisy began to fire while Zanvic threw a thermal detonator blowing up at least three Sithspawn. Ruthlessly and efficiently, the squad cleaned up the Sithspawn within 60 seconds, no casualties on their side. "Room clear!" Corporal Lasky yelled. "But all civilians are dead."

Zanvic shook his head, these bastards have took too many lives today. Hell one innocent life was too much. "Command this is Jango One," Zanvic said. "We've sweeped our area and cleared out the bogeys."

"Roger that Jango One." Command said. "We've received a distress call of Jedi escorting civilians a few blocks from where you're at. We've detected Sithspawn in their vicinity. Orders are to assist the Jedi and if necessary convince them to join clearing out the lower areas."

"Copy that HQ," Zanvic replied. "Heads up! I just got word that a group of Jedi are being attacked by Sithspawn half a klick east from our location. We are to clear the Sithspawn and convince them to help us on our assault!"

"All right a Jedi!" Private Stenson said. "They'll make our jobs a hell of a lot easier!"

Zanvic frowned remembering the reckless Jedi who had most of troopers killed. He didn't want them to assist but orders were orders. Besides what were the possibility that a Jedi Knight would be as wise and efficient as Valery Noble Valery Noble ? And even then Zanvic was skeptical of her leadership considering that he never saw her in action.

"Let's move out!" Zanvic said running towards the location.

A few minutes later, the squad encountered the Sithspawn about to attack the group of Jedi. "OPEN FIRE!" Zanvic yelled as the entire squad unleashed their blaster bolts upon the Sithspawn ripping it to shreds.

"Don't attack!" Zanvic said. "We're friendlies!"

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Location: Chancellor's Office
Tags: Sssar Taszzn Sssar Taszzn | Donavon Arturo Donavon Arturo | IVI IVI | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Elizie Athacorr Elizie Athacorr | Veles Oshu Veles Oshu | Seto du Couteau Seto du Couteau

What then began caused Faith to pause as her mind left the proper language of a diplomat she could hear her own voice in her mind asking what the kark? Senator Taszzn was telling the newly sworn in Chancellor exactly what he thought of him and what he would be doing from now on.

Wow. She blinked.

She looked to Senator Eboi Seth Eboi Seth , "
Thank you for the ships and medical assistance it is greatly appreciated"

Faith pulled her thoughts back together the banking representative Dorian Harper was making his exit after IVI IVI made the point of the crowd in this office and who should be present. But now his parting words were interesting.

Wait what did Senator Arturo just ask if there was to be a vote of no confidence?

Clearly emotions were high, "
I'm sure there are multiple questions to be answered but isn't our priority the people of Coruscant, the allied worlds of the Alliance, we just got our proverbial butts kicked on a core world. There is still smoke outside, there are blaster marks on the walls of the Senate." Her voice had gone up..oh my...tone it down she reminded herself.

"First things first....The people need to know what we are doing, what is our status....when help will come to them....then we can deal with questions of who the next Vice should be, what the status of the Jedi should be...which is released to help with the population.....and whatever it is that needs to be done with the banking community. Don't forget who put us all in office...surely they come first"

That was more words than she had spoken in a year.
 

“Sir.” Leon strained just as much as his superior in keeping his voice hushed. “You have full access to my flight and logistics records. If you read them, you’d know that I didn’t have the fuel to reach orbit. By the time I received permission to turn back, the only base close enough was the Temple-which was under siege. It’d have been a miracle if I got in, let alone back out.”

The Pilot’s fists were balled tight. What did the man want? It’d been impossible for Leon to join the Revenants then. If he’d been outside the temple, or if the Jedi weren’t grounded before the fighting, maybe he could’ve, but those were circumstances far out of the Man’s control.

A momentary distraction brought Leon’s mind away from the confrontation. His fellow Revenant Pilot, promoted for her actions. Though he didn’t know Qellene well, he was happy for her. And maybe, it’d draw away the focus of their commander...
 

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THE IMPOSSIBLE HOUR
BORN TO RULE vol. I
Issue #4

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"I don't need your help--" he sharply whispered, barely holding the urge to bark it out loud and prove a point. For the Demon's Head needed no one but himself. "--but you will do more... good with your skillset in the hand of the Empire, rather than here."

"This is a lost cause." added the assassin as he unfurled the domino mask from his face. A cold, tibanna-filled breeze caressed the sweat pouring down his forehead.

Emerald eyes lingered over hers for a moment, before they turned to stare at the destruction before them. Konrad should've felt pleased to see this sect - the Jedi - shattered and on their knees but he didn't. He felt nothing. Emptiness. And he could not explain why.

"I'll be departing back to the Empire, to Bastion. You have the means to reach me..." he turned to leave, then halted and turned his head back to her. For a long moment no words were uttered, then, "...I'm sorry about your brother, Ishida." and he marched off leaving behind a broken frien-- rival and a temple desecrated.

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No challenger came from the floor.

Aerarii Tithe had survived the first - but certainly not the last - challenge to his leadership. His legitimacy as an appointed Chancellor rather than elected one would be questioned until he faced reelection or stepped down. While he’d run on Adhira’s reelection ticket, no one truly thought she would ever step aside to pave the way for him. Without an election, Tithe had ascended to the highest office in the core.

’As was by design’ indeed.

To Tithe’s bewilderment, a decade-old fracas between two long-dead nations, neither connected to the current Galactic Alliance, was evoked. M quickly cleared the room of those not cleared for the confidential discussion.

“Yes, the Jedi,” Tithe noted, following the question of the Member for Chandrila. “They’ll be held to account for their transgressions, that much I can promise. But I fear the current inquest is as lifeless as the Aduba-3 stock exchange.”

M, the Alliance’s intelligence chief, queried his desire to wage this battle publically. “Decorum my dear,” he replied. “A steady, unflappable administration demonstrates that while we may bleed, we are far, far from dead.” Having said that, he was going to need blood. Someone to pin this whole debacle on, ideally absolving the Senate of any wrongdoing in the meantime.

“I wonder, could the SIA review the work of the inquest?” An inquest into the inquest - bureaucracy as its purest. “If not to find out what happened here, then to provide a window into the minds of our, ah, enemy.”

“Faith,”
he added to the Chair of the Committee on Health & Science. “We'll need a bill before the next Senate session to fund the emergency health response. I trust you and the committee can draft something quickly?”
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple Ruins
Circle Chambers


Black Mynock Black Mynock // Dagon Kaze Dagon Kaze // Aeris Lashiec Aeris Lashiec // Cotan Sar'andor Cotan Sar'andor // Allyson Locke Allyson Locke

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One after the other he heard or saw the agreement from Aelys, Dagon, Aeris. So it would be that the New Jedi Order would stand by its own strength once more, rising to become a greater Order after being forged in the fires of Coruscant. It would do them good. Too long had their loyalty been divided among the various institutions of the Galactic Alliance, each one drawing the Jedi away from their true duty more and more. It had made the vulnerable, in the long run. Something they'd overlooked at first. By limiting the Jedi in the name of safety, they gave the Sith more play-room to carry out their destruction.

Well, no more. From this day forward the New Jedi Order would be unfettered, so they may fulfill their purpose without distraction.

"We'll use the enclaves and temples as safehouses, training grounds, and additional bases, but Prosperity is our best bet for a central headquarters. The mobile temple can go anywhere we need it to, and serve as a central hub for the New Jedi Order and their allies. It will be our ground to command, and our symbol to the rest of the galaxy that the Light has not abandoned them. From Prosperity, Light will illuminate the galaxy wherever we go."

With Prosperity, the Jedi had a mobile base that could serve as a frontier headquarters, a refuge for wounded, a wandering library, and a beacon of hope. It had everything the Order required, and could easily support many different ships, as well as a small fleet of support vessels. If the Jedi were to be untethered, free from the chance of anything like this happening again, then Prosperity would give them the wings to escape any prison.

And with one mobile base, but many different temples and enclaves to retreat to, they couldn't be locked up in one place again. Even if Prosperity fell, their Order would be used to life on the move, and they could continue pursuing their duties from battlefield to battlefield without ever risking a fatal blow to a single temple.

"The Jedi will stand united, no longer weakened by the fractures our enemies exploited."

Bernard removed the hilt from his belt, holding it up. He activated it, blue blade extending, and held it high, where it illuminated these ancient halls of the Jedi.

"We will be the Light in the Dark once more."
 
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Allyson nodded, understanding the wound that was created today. Trust was something the Alliance didn’t have right now. They were shaken and had very little to lean on. Looking to the Silver’s that had joined them, she knew they were the allies they desperately needed; Bernard was right. She accepted, for now, the answer of the Marshall.

Remaining silent, the conversation continued between the council members. They spoke of gathering what they had left and splintering off from the Alliance. There was mention of them resigning from their positions, which was something that surprised her. While they all were Jedi, they held positions within the Alliance government. In reality, Allyson had assumed it was just Auteme that was the deepest. Even then, she was no longer here - she was no longer on the council.

But she was still a Jedi, in Allyson’s eyes, if that meant anything. A hand rested on her chin as she watched and listened. Each moment recorded by the cybernetic eye. Would she relinquish her position with the SIA? The thought had crossed her mind more than once but never acted upon. Even now, she knew she was far too deep to just walk away from it. Her secrets kept close to her chest, her lips parted, “Agreed, we need to work internally to protect ourselves, without distraction.” They didn’t need to know more about what the Corellian was thinking or planning. Leaving the SIA would only leave them blind, Allyson needed their resources and when everyone doubted her allegiance - M was still in her corner.

Conversations continued while Allyson let her mind mull over her plan of action. Several pieces needed tending to, and Allyson had very little time to do so. As Bernard finished, the spy gave him a casual salute and pushed off what remained of the council seat that belonged to her. “The Shadows will secure the network on the Prosperity. The last thing we need is leaks.” Allyson turned her back to the council making her way towards the door, “I have things to take care of; I’ll be in touch, Bernard.”

The Shadow Master faded into the Force.
 
Senator of Chandrila
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Deceived

If there was one thing that Eboi had respect for the new Chancellor was that he wasn't afraid to take charge in times of crisis. Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe pretty much issued an ultimatum to those who wanted to challenge his leadership but he already knew that with the chaos unfolding, the last thing anyone needed was to usurp the Chancellor. Aerarii wasn't going to back down opting to go on the offensive, given his background as a brilliant banker the awkward gestures and odd charm was a mask for a ruthless demeanor. Big bankers were always a bane for Eboi, they have their hands on almost any thing from big business to big pharmaceuticals. It was hard to get anything done back at Chandrila without some serious compromising.

"Yes the Jedi will come later honorable Chancellor," Eboi said sitting on his leather chair placing his repulsorpod back to its socket. "But I do want the record show that we must not forget about their trial." It was likely the Jedi will use their attack as an excuse to have a blank check to destroy as many Brotherhood holdouts as possible but Eboi wanted to make sure that they know who they'll answer to.

"Still we must not spend time arguing while Coruscant continues to burn," Eboi continues. "I understand Chancellor that the GADF has been deployed in key areas to take care of the Sithspawn yes? We must also and I must emphasize that every single planet contributes to the rebuilding of Coruscant be it extra troops or medical ships."

Eboi did have a desire to become a vice chancellor but the people came first.

"We cannot let lust for power over take our compassion for the people." Eboi continued. "We were all chosen to serve the people first and foremost. Let us worry about who gets to be Vice Chancellor later and more about helping the millions out there who are stranded wounded without any hope. We must take care of our people whom we were sworn to serve!"

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