The Pit [terror attack on coruscant]

[Dredge]

Coruscant Underground

In the darkest parts of the coruscant slums where no sunlight touched and no fresh air flowed, there was a small gathering of people taking place at a small local bar named The Pit. A smugglers bar that was tucked away from the bugs and feeds of the One Sith where private business could be conducted without any problems from the local government, but there was only so small a window one could get before a sith patrol came by or an off duty cop walked into the foundation to see why exactly it was closed during prime business hours. On coruscant nothing was safe for very long, everything was at war here one way or the other.

Sitting down tied to chairs were about fifteen people, men and women more than likely who just got off their shift and stopped in to get a drink. The windows of the bar were closed and shut off from the rest of the city and sound dampeners were placed by them to create a field of silence so any screams or voices wouldn't be heard outside. On each person tied to a chair a suicide vest was placed on their body that consisted of six thermal detonators all linked to one detonator.

And the person holding that detonator was none other than Theodore Hyde himself, simply twirling it through his iron covered fingers and sighing to himself. Around the bar various men all wearing the same mask patrolled the bar toting blaster rifles, shotguns, and other various weapons. There was about fifteen of them total and they all had a quiet deadly calm about them that said this wasn't their first rodeo.

"You know I was a teacher before this. Just an every day guy trying to shape a few young minds into bettering the world." Hyde said as he twirled the detonator still.

"But after this happened to me." he said running his free hand up and down in the air around his body.

"Well I realized that no matter how many minds I shape or people I teach we're all just living under a boot. That we're all just ants to them, to the force users who tell us how to live our lives. But today, today will be different." Hyde said as he caught the detonator in his hand.

"Today I'm going back to teaching and I'm going to educate all of you in a little subject called martyrdom..." Hyde said coldly beneath his metal mask.

An associate of Hyde's dropped down two cardboard boxes and began to open them up in one box a few crown devices were passed out among the men to distribute to the soon to be willing suicide bombers. In the second box the guards began to pull out long dark robes that were also passed out among the men. Hyde sat back in his chair and sighed softly to himself.

"Strap them up." and that was all needed to say for the clock to start ticking on his plan.

This thread runs at the same time as the pendulum​

 

[Isar]

The tar-eyed Ewok stood eerily outside the bar, his fur covered in the muck of the lower levels. A burning desire for ale cascaded through his being. A yearning such as would not be denied, for he was thirsty and the Purple Herglic always had the best drinks. Verily wouldst yonder Warok enter bar, once open. And a pox on all other drinkers.

Oh, and something about an informant. Where was Adekos, anyway?

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

The robed Umbaran marched purposefully down the streets of Coruscant's underlevels, electrum-finished lightsaber visible and clipped to his belt. Vagrants and other riff-raff parted before him out of an ignorant sort of fear. These people were all employed and contributing, one way or another. Adekos wasn't here to ship them off to the labor colonies of various unnamed systems. That was reserved for the homeless and jobless. The hooligans and crooks. This time, Adekos was here to meet with an informant. And then take that informant in for further questioning, just to be sure. To help him in this task and deter further assault, a trio of TA4 Ultra Battle Droids followed him to the appointed meeting place- the Purple Herglic.

Warok was waiting outside.

"Warok." Said the Dark Jedi, eyes narrowing at the Ewok. "What are you doing here?"

He glanced at the pub, noting the shut windows and "closed" sign plastered upon the door. This wasn't supposed to happen. Arrangements had been made- the pub was supposed to be open.

"Why is this bar closed?"

 

[Isar]

"Purple Herglic closes at the setting of the great yellow spirit and opens with its rising."

He shrugged.

"Should be open."

Warok glanced at the pale-faced man, admiring the long locks of white that tumbled past his shoulders. How soft it must feel, how silken smooth. The Ewok's paw quivered. He wore naught but a traditional head garment and some funny-looking garments. In other words, more clothed than usual for an Ewok.

"I want a drink"

[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

Alcohol and trouble usually came hand in hand, especially when it was Sitara who was doing the drinking. Coruscant was a large planet and the probability of getting into trouble here was higher than most especially since it homed her people. To most, it was a safe place; to her, it was a place of fun and adventure. There was so much going on in these streets.

Today, she hit the jackpot.

It wasn’t often that she hit the streets of the underlevels, but something about that place made her think of home. In fact, if she didn’t want to seem like a decent citizen, she actually considered renting out a room some place here. It was too inconvenient however, plus she didn’t want to have to think about security. She zipped up her leather jacket, feeling the chill of a soft breeze.

The Purple Herglic was a place she had never encountered before, and yet she was drawn to it because of an Ewok and a cloaked man conversing outside the bar than inside it. She walked up to them and stared at the sign. Oddly enough, it was closed when other bars were open. She raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it looks like you won’t be getting any alcohol here, now will you, boys?” She said, sucking in her cheek.

|[member="Warok the Defiler"] |[member="Darth Adekos"] |[member="Theodore Hyde"] |

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Sitara Qin"]

"That is the sun, Warok. It is not a spirit." Darth Adekos grunted with distaste and turned his attention to the building and closed his eyes. Something was not right here.

He reached out with the Force, expecting to sense nothing but an empty building. Adekos was starting to suspect this was a trap, and any moments gangsters and thugs seeking to oppose his reforms would leap out and open fire on him. But the building wasn't empty. No, rather, he could sense around fifteen people inside. There was a palpable amount of terror rolling off of some of them, but not all. The rest only had a sense of grim determination. Determination and... Anger. Plenty of anger. These people probably would have made exquisite Sith. A shame they had the poor sense to be up to no good instead. He didn't notice Sitara walk over to the two of them, lost in his momentary trance.

The Umbaran's eyes popped back open, and he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt in the same moment. "Unit Three, please put out an alert that we have a situation at the Purple Herglic. Level 4401, Sector N."

The droid wordlessly began to transmit an alert to CSF and One Sith elements in the sector. Adekos fished into his pocket, retrieved a spare comlink, and idly tossed it to the Ewok. There was little tolerance within this Dark Jedi for shenanigans on Coruscant. He was an extension of the law- the natural order of things. And he especially wouldn't tolerate it when they were interfering with his own operations.

"Take two of the droids and go around the back. Radio me when you're in position. Or send up a smoke signal- whatever it is you do."

Eyes settled momentarily on Sitara, who he just then noticed. "This is One Sith business. Move along, citizen."

 

[Sitara Qin]

A situation? Something was happening at coruscant? Sitara narrowed her eyes. One sith business? She gritted her teeth. “Um, I’m One Sith, so I assume this is my business too.” She snarked. She crossed her arms around her chest and stood her ground. If something big was happening here, then she definitely wanted to be a part of it. She assumed that there was something going on inside the pub, she could deduce that much without using her sense. The man in the cloak looked distracted by whatever was inside there as he didn't seem to pay attention to her when she first spoke up.

Although, he did seem a little intimidating. Still, she wanted to stand her own ground. She wasn't going to be bullied into submission by some guy in a cloak, even if he was probably ten times more powerful than her. Still, she figured she would be able to help. Anything for the sith after all.

Her lightsaber was strapped onto a holster on her belt. “So, what’s going on here?” She insisted. She didn't recognize anyone here before, but then, she didn't really hang out here.

|[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]|

 

[Isar]

Warok ignored the slight against his people's tradition in lieu of leering at raven-haired damsel who sashayed on over. He made no move to hide the embers smoldering within the tar pits of his eyes. He bared his teeth.

"If not booze, at least I will have bo-"

And suddenly [member="Darth Adekos"] was chattering again. Warok caught the com link in one paw and gnashed his teeth by way of reply. He glanced between the Umbaran Sith and the lady, then swiftly stepped forward, seized the woman's hand with his warm, fuzzy paw and kissed the back of it.

"Follow me."

The tiny Sith growled, wiggled the round tufts of his ears, released her hand and stomped off toward the rear entrance. Several droids followed him, their metal feet clanking against the ground.

One of the droids muttered something about "disciprine." Warok ignored it.

[member="Sitara Qin"]

 

[Dredge]

With the mind control devices placed on the hostages heads and their bodies dressed in the black robes of sith, Theodore smiled brightly underneath his metal mask. And he was about to say something profound until he was cut off by one of his men who was keeping watch across the street.

"You have incoming, orders?" a voice said on Hyde's radio.

The man let out a dreadful sigh and looked to his commlink, he honestly hated the force and the various people who used it. No matter what they always seemed to throw a wrench into his plans, but that was alright. Hyde had contingencies for such problems.

"Light them up." Hyde said as he stood up from his chair.

Outside from across the street three gunman in the windows of an apartment aimed a few blaster rifles at [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"] and [member="Sitara Qin"] then proceeded to open fire in bright streaks of red plasma. From the placement of the shots the sith would be able to tell the gun man were shooting from the second and forth floor. They fired with a trained discipline to them that would show they were experienced hitters and not amateurs using panic fire.


Hyde and his new thralls followed him with a mindless expression as he exited the building out the back with his fifteen men where two speeder freighters were already waiting for them. The droids the dark Jedi had sent had not arrived yet by the looks of it so they quickly loaded up and took off. Once in the air the two speeders split into different directions to merge with traffic and blend into the dark under city flow of fast moving speeders and bright lights. In the back of the speeder Hyde scoffed as he lifted a second detonator, he had left a little surprise at the bar for the sith who decided to investigate. And well it was also the smart thing to do to wipe away any traces of themselves. They had a job to do after all.

"I always hated the idea of pubs."[color] he said as he pressed down on the detonator.

They were only a good hundred yards blended in with traffic when the incendiary devices went off. Gushing out in bright bursts of flames that wouldn't cause an explosion the inside of the bar began to ignite and fire crackled behind the windows hopefully causing a distraction enough for the remaining sith there to have to deal with a burning building and hostile targets

Ooc

Spoiler

get guys could you wait for me to post before you start stampeding over me. I would just like a chance to post my defenses so if there is a problem with this post let me know via PM. Thank you

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Sitara Qin"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]

Darth Adekos hadn't noticed that lightsaber. Presumably she was a member of the One Sith or some other affiliated Force sect. She claimed to be a member, at any rate. He was content to take her words at face value for now, seeing as he couldn't possibly fact check these claims while preparing to bust some suspicious activity. The fact that she had a lightsaber and wasn't currently in custody for possessing it spoke volumes in of itself. With Warok stomping off with his two droids in tow, Adekos was willing to reevaluate his stance on Sitara's presence.

"In that case, stay where you are. Something is amiss inside this establishment, and I intend-" Danger senses tingled, and Adekos' lightsaber snapped to life in his hands.

Someone opened fire on his position, and Adekos barely had time to deflect the bolts that headed his way back into the pavement. The citizens milling about gave assorted screams and started to run away, though fortunately none of them had been harmed. Not yet, anyway. It appeared he was right- this was some sort of trap. The floor suddenly shook, owing to an explosion that just tore through the interior of the bar. The Umbaran cursed. If they were going to blow up the bar, why didn't they let him enter it first? Who were those fools that were inside, then? That would have worked better than trying to pick him off in the street.

Another blaster bolt shot towards him, but the Umbaran swatted it back with little effort. The bolt instead found its mark in the head of the man who fired it, sending him reeling away from the window. It was unlikely he would be getting up. It was a shame the hooligans squatting in that building had paid no mind to the droid still standing with Adekos. The TA4 withdrew the BTI-BR from his back, aimed, and squeezed the trigger. Three shots burst from the rifle, similarly smacking into the body of the second gunman. He, unfortunately, pitched forward and fell out of the window, splattering into a mess on the ground.

Adekos glanced momentarily at Sitara while waiting for the third and final gunman to fire again. "Go join the Ewok. I'll handle this."

 

[Isar]

While one of the TA-4s returned fire to the insurgents in the window, the other assessed the situation with its uber-duper advanced J2 droid brain and, without consulting Warok, abruptly picked the Ewok up and chucked him at one of the fleeing speeder freighters.

The furry Sithling flew through the air, hurled by the incredible strength of the ultra battle droid. Eyes wide with surprise, Warok smashed into the freighter speeder carrying [member="Theodore Hyde"] just as it lifted off and tumbled inside the speeder's interior.

The stunned Ewok lay there for a moment, bleary eyed and feeling the ache of several new bruises as he struggled to get up.

[member="Darth Adekos"]

 

[Sitara Qin]

She drew her lightsaber when the first shot of the blaster came. Thankfully, the cloaked man had deflected one of the bolts just in time for Tara to protect herself. She stared up, the shots were coming from the second floor of the building. She gritted her teeth, trying to fend off the attacks as much as she could. The other citizens were fleeing the area, running and screaming. Her knuckles had paled with how tightly she was clutching the lightsaber.

The floor was shaking from beneath them, and Sitara watched as the bar crumbled into pieces. There were probably more bombs planted around the city. Suddenly the rest of her looked pale. How many people did she know who was here on coruscant at the very moment. She gritted her teeth. Fething terrorists. “There’s probably more of them.” She said, still clutching her lightsaber.

She nodded when he told her to find the ewok, although once she headed out to him he collided with a speeder. She scratched her head, unsure of what to do now. With her hand still gripped onto the lightsaber she ran back to find the cloaked man. "The Ewok's gone. He's on the speeder." She said. She was still a bit confused herself, not quite sure how it happened. It just...kind of did.

|[member="Warok the Defiler"]| [member="Darth Adekos"]| [member="Theodore Hyde"]|

 

[Dredge]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Sitara Qin"]

Hyde relaxed in the front of the cabin and relaxed a bit as his speeder moved through the fast paced traffic of coruscant's under city. They were making a clean get away by the looks of it, that was of course until he heard a loud thump on the back trailer of the freighter. He looked at the side mirror and saw something very fuzzy on top of the trailer where the mind controlled suicide bombers were being kept.

"Oh for the love of the gods!" he exclaimed then looked up the three guards in the front cabin with him.

"Well go take care of him!" Hyde said to his goons and took the wheel.

The guards all gave nods and salutes then began to climb out of the cabin of the diesel and onto the roof of the fast moving speeder, they had a destination and were moving faster and faster to get there. The second speeder going in the opposite direction slipped into a thick convoy of trucks much like itself and began to move through the commercial lanes of coruscant.

Back on the roof of the speeder with Hyde the three guards aimed their blaster rifles at the fuzzy little ewok then opened fire as accurate as they could. Well progressional or not even shooting at ten meters away when you were on a moving platform trying to hit another moving target it was a little hard to do so. But their blasters roared to life in sprays of automatic fire. One guard stood on top of the diesel's cabin and the other two crouched down on the trailer the wind blowing them hard as the speeder was pushing extremely fast speeds.

"Someone karking kill that thing!" Hyde yelled to his men over the radio.

Back at the burning bar the remaining gunman was starting to panic, both of his bros were dead and gone and chances were he wasn't going to last much longer. So he did what he had to do to make sure the sith wouldn't take him prisoner, taking off his tactical vest a row of plastic explosives lined his chest. With sweat beading down his face fear gripped him as he lifted up the detonator.

"DEATH TO THE FORCE!!" the man shouted then pushed down on the detonator.

BOOM!!

A massive explosion went off in the apartment building and the foundation began to groan as dust billowed out into the street and it was clear that the ten story building was going to come down.

 

[Cryax Bane]

The Coruscant Underworld might have been hidden away from the prying eyes of the One Sith, but it still had its peeping toms, namely the Coruscant Rotary Club, the burgeoning criminal syndicate that was just beginning its ruthless reign over the undercity’s streets. Cryax Bane had gotten word from his infochants about explosions near the Purple Herglic on Level 4401, which was not too far from where he had been purchasing fresh bodies from a Chagrian slaver for the CRC’s organ trade. Bane swiftly ordered up a team of ten Mirari Bodyguard Droids and DD-S1 Droids, some personal assets he had confiscated from his time as the President of the Red Ravens, to be dispatched from the basement of the Coruscant Tourism and Visitor’s Center. The top level of the center sat innocently on the upper levels but like the roots of choking weeds, the basement reached down into the underworld, and it was from there that the robot soldiers spilled out. It wasn’t an army, but just enough muscle to protect the blue criminal mastermind as he investigated this nonsense going on in his territory. The Coruscant Undercity was his turf, and if some malcontent decided to come down and piss all over it, well, dammit, he would…piss on their piss? Whatever, metaphors were hard.

Once Bane arrived at the scene, it was a panorama of destruction. A mass of crowds, near human and alien alike, stood at a safe distance, gawking at the wanton wreckage. The Chiss’ luminous red eyes cut through the crowd, where they alighted on [member="Darth Adekos"] with a pretty Sithlette he thought had seen somewhere before. Cryax turned to the stunned mass and briefly interviewed a few of bystanders to get a full report on what had just happened.

According to one bystander, it was a scene as bizarre as they come. Explosions, mass gunmen and a flying Ewok who was apparently hurled aloft only to land in a moving speeder. A few creases formed in his blue brow. Were they filming an Action Holo here? As his metal backup came clanking around the street corner, the Chiss began to use a combination of his AR contacts to keep abreast of any recently dispatched APB's, and his Datalogger to slice into the local spaceport networks. Along the One Sith networks, it seemed was already an alert out for unidentified assailants, but it wouldn't hurt to give them an hand, would it? In a few uninterrupted minutes, the slicer could cause a DDOS attack on the networks of the nearest local space ports, an attack severe enough to close down them down at least until the port authority got the networks back up again. In the meantime, any escaping terrorists would find it difficult to quickly get off-world using the nearby ports.

[member="Theodore Hyde"] [member="Sitara Qin"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Sitara Qin"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Theodore Hyde"]

One person standing on the second floor of a building certainly wasn't going to be able to bring it down with a suicide vest. Especially when they weren't standing anywhere near a structural support, but someone's abandoned apartment. Normally Adekos would have intervened to stop this, but the deities of space and time had conspired to put him in a position where he was incapable of stopping the suicide bomber from suicide bombing. The subsequent explosion rocked the building, a puff of debris and smoke shooting out from the window the suicide bomber had been adjacent to.

Adekos rolled his eyes. Suicide bombers? These were extremists, then. "What was that he yelled? This is already preposterous..."

The nameless apprentice he had never seen prior to now came padding over, giving her update on Warok's position. The droids he had originally dispatched with Warok were with her, so Adekos decided to assume Warok was either already dead or in serious trouble. He directed his droids to divert the crowds and make space for the soon-to-arrive Coruscant Security Force and whatever other first responders were deemed necessary. Doubtless someone else had already alerted the relevant authorities a second time. He then moved on to speak with the apprentice as the TA4s split off to do so.

"They fled by speeder?" His lightsaber shrank back into its hilt, the danger decidedly passed. "How many? Were you able to identify their model?"

 

[Kelon Amadis]

While some Sith such as [member="Raien Keth"], might consider such pursuits for the flesh and weak, about a block away on a nearby platform, the halfbreed Zeltrix Kelon, a large looking man by all accounts, was relaxing in another bar. Looking at the news as people started shooting up a building nearby, and blowing themselves up, he had one twi’lek around each arm, not interested in his credits one bit! Yeah right, but his ego wouldn’t tell you that! Glass in one hand, a good grip in his other, he took a long drink of his ale as the attack really started. The women tensed at the noise, and he escorted them to a nearby window to look out. The large Sith Acolyte cocked his head as the destruction came down, and whatever happened next, sure people around him murmured some disquiet, but he wasn’t actually too bothered about his enemies blowing themselves up, it seemed to save time. “Oh well.” He said to the women, “let’s have another drink.”

Swift tap on one’s rear, she stuck her tongue out “Do the honors sweetie?” He held his glass out, and she slinked off, quite a slinker that one, “might be a nice spot for an arms factory, or a reputable bar,” reputable like this one and all these dancing females that totally weren’t just here for the money, not for a guy like Kelon right? Right.

More seriously sure it was bad when people started killing each other, mostly because nobody had invited him to watch. On a planet like Coruscant with several million if not more such bars, that tended to happen quite a bit more than most realised, which was why he liked it here, plenty of action, and plenty of scantily clad twi'lek's, keep that to yourself, wouldn't want word getting out to [member="Seanna Vel"] .

 

[Sitara Qin]

It was all very crazy. Who would launch a terrorist attack on coruscant? And what was that he said? Sitara furrowed her brows in confusion. Death to the force? These bloody idiots had not a clue what they were doing. The man had blown himself up with explosives strapped around his chest, sending the building he was on into bits and pieces that crashed against the hard ground. The cloaked man seemed to take charge of the situation, she figured as she watched him command his droids.

She sighed. “I spotted only the one that he fell into, but if there were more of them there’s probably another that went off to another place.” She shrugged. “I’m not really sure what I can tell you. And no, I’m sorry but that’s not really my thing.” She was frustrated. What could she say? It was fast? Really, really fast?

She turned to the rest of the crowd that seemed to have gathered at a near-safe distance. Sitara looked back at the cloaked man then towards the crowd. Someone was interviewing the bystanders, maybe they could help. “He fell into it pretty badly, he could be hurt. Or, y’know, dead.”

| [member="Kelon Amadis"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Theodore Hyde"] |

 

[Isar]

Warok gnashed his teeth and raised both gauntleted arms in front of him even as his three feet of fury menace rose to its full height. The echani shields installed in the gauntlets sprang to life with a faint whir, lost in the sounds of the traffic and screaming wind. The twin half-domes of green energy shimmered, reflecting the blaster bolts from the three guards.

The Ewok's eyes glittered with feral malice and he charged the confused guards as though he was faye, closing the distance between them with impossible swiftness. Yet, there was a method to his madness. Each gauntlet was equipped with a shockwave generator, the same sort used in the power hammers wielded by miners. Power hammers capable of shattering solid rock with a single swing.

He lashed out with a gauntleted fist, catching the first guard in the kneecap. A sharp crack split the air, heard even over the whine of passing speeders, and the man's entire leg folded inward, blood and bone poking through ripped fabric. He tripped and fell, screaming, off the top of the speeder, tumbling off to die seconds later and a long way down.

The littlest Sith maintained a precarious sense of balance with the agility of one born to nature and instilled with the power of the Force. A little wind would not stop him now. Nor would these petty foes.

The second guard raised his blaster rifle at the fur ball, but a swift hook from the creature tore the weapon from his grasp, followed by an uppercut that took the guard in the gut. Organs and ribs alike exploded. He died screaming too.

The last one tried to back away, but Warok leapt with the nimbleness of a Force User and sent a straight jab into the fellow's face. The Ewok snarled as blood spattered across his fur and his fist sank deep into the guard's fractured skull. The enemy collapsed onto the top of the speeder, face caved in, all raw red flesh, bubbling pink fluid and gray brain matter.

Fur now wet with the blood of his enemies, Warok toddled forward with triumphant steps, leaving a trail of red paw prints in his wake. He reached the cabin, drew a fist back and slammed it against the roof. The metal roof of the cabin screamed in protest, denting inward horribly. Warok punched it again, then drew back both arms and brought them down in a double hammer fist that tore the roof open. He dropped through the newly made skylight and shook himself, spattering the interior with the vitae of Hyde's guards.

"You," Warok growled in a tiny voice, pointed a gauntlet slick with scarlet at the man driving the freighter. Namely, [member="Theodore Hyde"].

 

[Dredge]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Sitara Qin"] [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Hyde sighed frustrated as he saw his men fall off the sides of his speeder and heard their various screams, but the best part was they were slain by a teddy bear. Really? No really? In all seriousness when does that ever happen? This was he reason why force users needed to die, if a freaking teddy bear could kill three men and then punch a hole in a durasteel roof there what other reason did one need? That was just something one person didn't see or even hear about happening, like ever.

So Hyde wasn't about to run from this fuzzball, he had bigger fish to fry than one ewok. As soon as the little guy broke through the roof there was no words exchanged no witty dialogue, not even a warning. Hyde's pistol was already drawn and he opened fire on the ewok with a blast of heat energy that function as so.

Bang, fry, Arrrghh, dead

So unless the ewok could block a blast of heat that would cook him alive it would be wise to get out of it's way. But it didn't much matter anymore, they were nearing their target. Hyde pulled up on the wheel with his free hand and the speeder shot straight upwards with a flow of traffic that merged into fast lane headed towards the surface level. The second truck did as well merging into a lane casually as it remained undetected it's progress moving along much better than the one under attack by the first. The second speeder broke to the surface and merged casually into a new lane of traffic it's destination still unknown to the sith.

 

[Isar]

The Force hadn't killed those men. Technology had. Technology wielded by three feet of fuzzy wrath. And it was the aegis of technology under which Warok now took cover. The gauntleted fist, already pointed toward [member="Theodore Hyde"], emitted the faint glow of an echani energy shield. Once more the green half-dome saved Warok from certain death. The heat wave dissipated off the energy shield.

Warok took three swift steps forward and launched a punch at the terrorist's right thigh. It wouldn't kill, but the shockwave generator inside the gauntlet would lend the punch enough force to shatter the man's leg. The humanoid was seated, rendering him highly immobile.

In case one disbelieves such, try standing up while driving a car in order to dodge an improbably powerful punch from an angry Ewok. What do you mean, "that doesn't sound like a good idea?"

Regardless, Hyde had a few options. Take the punch and live. Try to stand up, possibly dodge the punch, and definitely end up crashing the speeder (the impact of which would certainly kill). Or try and jump out the door, which would also cause death. Death by stupidly fast speeder impact, or death by falling horribly to his death.

Now punch-by-ewok doesn't sound so bad, does it?