Private The New Colossus

[Amani Serys]

Just when it seemed like everything was settling in nicely, they were hit with a bomb. A resounding boom, and the lingerings of a shockwave ran through the camp, sending everything into disarray. Amani didn't even piece together what had happened until she was gaping at the smoldering ruins of the entry gate.

A few moments passed before his voice registered. She blinked, "Y-yeah! Don't worry about me, help them!" Amani pushed past and headed towards the site of the damage. Could they not even be allowed a single day of peace?

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

As soon as Amani bolted pass him and made her way towards the site of the explosion Noah cursed as he missed grabbing her wrist to keep her from advancing. "Damnit slow down!" He followed behind her and made his own way toward the site, observing the carnage that the bomb had made. Dead and wounded were scattered around a fifteen meter radius, a fact that gave Noah a good idea of what had happened.

He saw that bystanders were already gathering around the sight and with a few hand signals he directed his Legionnaires to both secure the wounded and the growing crowd. Making his way towards the scene behind Amani he noticed a fragment of metal on the ground, stooping down to pick it up he brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "Detonite..." He dropped the metal to the ground and looked at Amani. "Fragmentation grenade...someone smuggled it in and then set it off..."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani seemed only concerned with those injured. She stopped beside one of the refugees, their legs mangled by shrapnel. The mirialan lifted a hand over the injuries, and the flesh steadily reconstituted itself, shards of metal rising up and popping out onto the ground as the healing process accelerated.

A few other medics arrived, and Amani nodded towards the other casualties, “Go!” They did as told, and began to administer aid.

“…Why?” She frowned, turning back towards Noah. What could any of these people have done to deserve this?

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah observed the carnage around him once again, seeking to get an understanding of just what had happened. He walked around the scene and administered aid to those he could, his medical expertise wasn't that advanced and he let the medics under Amani and his own from the Legion take care of the wounded. He observed Amani's healing of the refugee, him being no stranger to Jedi healing, having been on the receiving end several times before.

He had to admit, he respected the authority the Mirialan exuded when she all but ordered and snapped at the medics and they quickly hopped to work. When the obvious question of why was asked Noah shook his head and looked towards Amani. "That's the million credit question isn't it? A question that I'm gonna find out..."

With these words said he began observing and walking the blast area, making sure to keep himself out of the way of the wounded and their attending medics. "The blast pattern is circular not one directional. Means it wasn't a suicide attack, someone either dropped it on a time-delay or threw it...means whoever did this is either wounded or still in the camp."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Senseless violence never ceased to bewilder her. Whatever message this bomber hoped to spread may as well become overshadowed by panic. It was hate for the sake of it, “How do you plan on finding that out?”

They had a finite pool of culprits, but it still wasn’t exactly a small one. Two medics arrived to take one of the injured off Amani’s hands, laying him on a stretcher and moving for the surgical tent. She then moved on to the next, healing what she could with solemn disappointment.

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah continued trotting around the blast site, taking in any and all details that stood out to him, his eyes drifting over to Amani when she asked the question. "Well first thing first is we seal off all entrances and exits. No one enters and no one leaves. Second is we check the security cameras, see if they yield any evidence. Barring that we begin swabbing everyone for explosives residue. Obviously the wounded will have it on them but their still suspects as it is..."

Noah noticed something on the ground and cocked his head, it was a small glint of metal covered by some debris thrown up from the blast. Picking it up he ran his fingers over it, examining it. "Hmm...you know what this is? It's a piece of a medal...Imperial to be exact, can't tell whether it's NIO or Sith though..."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani raised a brow, “Why would the Imps want to blow up a random refugee center?” She studied the medal fragment with a stern brow. After a few moments collecting her thoughts, the healer confirmed her suspicions, “My money’s on Sith.” It was said with grim acceptance. They were an organization she was familiar with. Too familiar.

“The Sith Empire’s been in exile for years now. And I don’t see what they have to gain from this in their current state. Maybe it’s a lone wolf? In any case it gives us something to look out for.” A member, or former member, of the Sith Empire, still fighting against the powers that be? Hardly the most far fetched culprit for such an attack.

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

He continued to look over the medal fragment, running his fingers over it, passing it between his fingers and examining it in every way possible. On the back of the medal he noticed some markings on the medal. "Feth...these markings," He flipped it over to show Amani. "Their welding marks, the bastard soldered the medal to the outside of the grenade. Basically turned the medal into shrapnel. I'm with you at this point, definitely Sith, Imps wouldn't do that."

Noah took the medal fragment and slipped it into a pouch on his vest, saving the evidence for later. He walked over to Amani, making sure none of the refugees were in ear shot. "I've seen that medal before, it was given out to Sith Commandos. Highly trained, highly disciplined, HIGHLY indoctrinated. Experts in guerrilla warfare, sabotage and hand-to-hand combat...not your typical Sith disciple..."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani simply scoffed when he showed her the method of attack. Unsurprisingly crude and violent in its nature. Not that there was any way to go about an attack like this that was unbefitting of such descriptors.

"I know them," She confirmed. A Sith Commando was a dangerous adversary, even for a Jedi. The healer sighed, "Okay, what's the plan then? Clearly whoever this is knows what they're doing." She deferred to him, seeing as he was the soldier here.

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah had to admit, he almost scoffed himself when he noticed the markings on the back of the medal. It was such a...well cliche was the only word that popped into his mind, even though its usage in this situation probably would not be the most appropriate description to use.

He scratched at his beard and face when Amani asked the question of the day: what was the plan? Ideas formulated inside his head as what exactly entailed, his eyes sweeping over the rest of the camp as he did so. "Well like I said their trained in sabotage so the best idea would be to observe targets of opportunity. Medical tent, water supply, equipment storage...the arms storage for my Legionnaires as well."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani frowned, "Arms storage doesn't sound good. Is there anything particularly dangerous in there?" Obviously guns, but she was looking for more extreme examples: explosives, heavy weaponry, anything that was going to make this killer's job easier.

"Doesn't matter, we need to start checking now," She waved forward, and began walking back into the camp, "Should probably issue an APB to your men if you haven't already."

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

His fingers continued scratching at his beard when she brought up his mention of arms storage. "No not really, we left most of our heavy weaponry behind. All that's really in there is small arms and ammunition. Dangerous yeah but nothing to...oh chit." He let out a small groan and fixed Amani with a look, not worried but some exasperated. "We brought some plastic explosives, we planned on using them for demolitions if the need arised, never thought there would be a saboteur in the camp..."

Noah's eyebrow raised when she began moving back into the camp, all but commanding him to follow her. He nodded to her words about the APB and show her a small wrist mounted datapad to which he'd already sent out a message to his Legionnaires. "They've already been informed, security will be tighter than a Muun's purse strings."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani was just about to sigh in relief, when Noah then uttered the words ‘plastic explosives’, and instead her jaw nearly dropped. “You’re kidding.”

She glanced over at his datapad, and nodded in approval, “Well, at least something’s going right.” Now at the middle of camp, Amani stopped in place and began focusing. “If our culprit finds those explosives, or worse, already has, then-” She cut herself off, and closed her eyes. The Force beckoned her to listen; A precognitive warning of dangers soon to come, unless they could act on them first. “I think… this way,” It wouldn’t exactly lead her right to their bomber, but it at least was a clue in the right direction. And sure enough, it seemed they were headed for the armory.

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah shrugged when her jaw nearly dropped at his words about the plastic explosives. "An enemy saboteur wasn't really in our minds when we packed it. We were thinking of using it to aid in the construction of the buildings and such."

He followed her into the camp and his eyes fell onto the armory, his Legionnaires not having had time to secure it yet. Seeing Amani tense up Noah also did the same, rifle coming into the low ready as they made their way to the armory ready to put down any hostile threats that presented themselves. "You sensing anything? Anything I need to know?"

Amani Serys

 

[Amani Serys]

"I'll let you know as soon as I figure that out," Her brows furrowed as she strained to focus, "Just keep an eye out for anything suspicious." If something were off with his armory, he'd probably notice it before she would. Either way, it was clear that some sort of potential danger was lurking in the area.

"Where are the explosives being kept?" She pressed. Finding their store would determine just how much of a rush they need to be in.

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah didn't snap or argue when she said she didn't immediately sense something, having worked with enough force users to know it wasn't an instant process, the whole sensing of danger thing. Typing in the code to the armory Noah stepped in, deliberately placing himself as the first into the doorway, slinging the rifle and instead drawing a pistol and making his way in.

When Amani asked where the explosives were he indicated her to follow him and they made their way to a rather secluded portion of the armory, a small nondescript box, padlocked and still secure. "Well that's a relief..."

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

The tension in Amani's shoulders relaxed a bit as they found the explosives still undisturbed. One less problem to worry about, at least, "Now what?"

Not a moment later, she answered her own question; The Force continued to tug at her instincts, leading out of the armory and further inside the camp. The actual presence became clearer, and she pointed in the direction it was heading, "That way. I think they know we're on to them."

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Bending down he observed the padlocked box and noticed tell tale signs of it trying to be forcefully opened, scratching around the lip of the box, the keyhole of the lock and various other places told him that they had definitely tried more than one way to get into the box. "Well they were definitely here...judging by the scratching they were trying to get the explosives."

He heard Amani's retreating footsteps and followed after her, knowing not to discount the force or its instinctual aspects. When she spoke and pointed he sped up his pace, looking for anything out of place as they made their way deeper into the camp. Finally the came to a T-intersection on a path and he turned to her. "Which way?"

Amani Serys ​

 

[Amani Serys]

“Left,” She responded almost immediately, swerving the corner. The fact that they had tried to get to the explosives, and knew they were there to begin with, quickened her heart.

As the many factors continued to pile on, one finally stood out, “There,” She pointed ahead, where a certain figure could be seen pushing through the crowds faster than the rest. Whoever it was, they were in an uncharacteristic rush, “I think there’s our guy.”

Noah Corek​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah darted left almost as soon as the words left Amani's mouth, his combat boot clad feet trampling the path as he began to pick up his pace, fully aware that they were closing in on the culprit. Pistol by his side he stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted the person that she pointed out to him, pushing they're way through the crowds.

Raising his sidearm he groaned when he realized that crowd prevented him from shooting the person, in the leg of course since he wanted as much information from them as he could possibly get. Holstering the pistol he followed behind them through the crow, pushing just as roughly as they were in order to close the distance, intent on either tackling or striking them in the back of the head.

Amani Serys ​