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The Day of Reckoning
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Friday, 25 May 2012, 5:52 PM | Message # 31 |
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| A flight of TIE Fighters, upon the Sentinel being fired upon, would break their escort formation and move in to take down the CSF Cruiser. It was too late, however, for the Sentinel. It wasn't that the CSF Cruiser had penetrated the heavy armor of the craft, not by a long shot; rather, a few luckily placed shots had penetrated the engines, blowing the engine block and sending the Sentinel falling out of the sky towards the depths of Imperial City.
Inside, gravity came into play, sending all of them into a weightless fall in the cabin while the pilots attempted to gain control. Orion moved himself towards Senator Thanatos, placing himself over her front to shield her stomach. Two Commandos linked up together and placed themselves at the front and back of Senator Ryuun to shield him as well. One of his team's commandos came over and shielding the back of Senator Thanatos, linking the moment the Sentinel hit and slid across the front of a skyscraper, sending shards of glass falling below them, and causing a chain reaction in which the Sentinel bounced back and forth between the skyscrapers, also while losing altitude, before it slammed into a build in front of them. It was the flying of the pilots that made the event as least damaging as possible.
They were all now injured, but no fatalities, at least in the cargo hold. He moved up to the cockpit, feeling that three of his ribs on his left side were broken at this point and his left shoulder was dislocated, to find the flight crew dead. Despite being shot down, the other transports, having loaded up already evacuated Senate personnel, Senate Guards and Imperial military personnel, continued on their path to the Senate Apartments. They would report the Sentinel as shot down, giving their grid locaiton... but they were now on their own.
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The Commandos gave stark a moment to remove his armor, their weapons unceasingly trained on him and ready to fire at a moments notice. It was obvious that Stark did not realize the gravity of the situation, or the nature of the Empire. Guilt by association was a perfectly reasonable prejudice to hold in this day and age, and Stark was very much a victim of this at this point.
The Commandos would confiscate his armor, while he was lead off into the LAAT/i, under the guard of two Commando squads. One squad and the commander of the detachment oversaw a MAAT Gunship picking up the Senate, a Commando squad escorting him away to a medical center to be treated. The last squad and the commander remained behind, and once the area was clear, disposed of Stark's armor by destroyed it with detpacks. They would proceed up to the Senate Building on foot.
Stark would be taken to Newport, and thrown into a similar cell as each of his bodyguards were, none of them placed together. In fact, each cell was only fitted to fit one person at a time, and was not large enough for a standard sized human to lay down... there was in fact barely enough room to even sit.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
Message edited by Orion_Karath - Wednesday, 08 Aug 2012, 3:50 AM |
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| Alyn_Stark | Date: Friday, 25 May 2012, 11:53 PM | Message # 32 |
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| The destruction of Stark's slightly modified GTU model armor would be a slight loss; marked at only a little over fifty-thousand credits, it was easily replaceable. However, it was his personal, custom suit that would have been a true loss. Fortunately, he'd not been wearing it. Despite the uncomfortable nature of the cell, Stark was rather unconcerned as he was within his cramped cell; he did not foresee being there for a great length of time. Whether or not the Empire believed in guilty by association, Stark himself had a rather large amount of influential people who were willing to vouch for him. He didn't necessarily hold it against the Empire either; he was a true patriot when it came to such things, and none of his actions outside the legitimate sphere had ever been aimed to harm the Empire itself. So for now, he simply waited and meditated.
Alyn Stark
Lord of Kinyov
Senior Captain, Retired, Republic Navy
Head of House Malos (former)
Licensed bounty hunter
Majority shareholder, Lorrd Engineering
Owner, Stark Defense Conglomerate
Civilian Medal of Honor recipient
Representative, Lorrd (10 BBY-9 BBY)
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| Ilanah_Thanatos | Date: Monday, 28 May 2012, 5:35 AM | Message # 33 |
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| Brave was not something that Ilanah Thanatos would have considered herself, despite the rebellious side of her that had, in recent months, waned considerably. Before she had gotten pregnant, however, she likely would have thrown herself into a vipers nest to save the rebellion and stop the Empire, not that it would have done any good. And now, as Imperial Center started to burn, she knew that any trace of bravery was gone, but still she remained as strong as possible despite one thing going wrong after another.
Captain Karath, as he had identified himself, seemed to have it all figured out from the start. Right away protecting the small group in the senate building, straight down to getting them out of that building alive, despite how harrowing it was to get out. She thought that whomever thought helping her rappel from a window was a good idea was a little crazy, but he did help and did most of the work to boot. Her gaze found Senator Ryuun as they sat in the cargo bay of the ship, he was unconscious, which was worrisome. The Senator started over to him when she was suddenly approached by the Captain.
"Captain, I wonder if...." She started before she felt the ship shudder and she was nearly knocked off of her feet. Ilanah had been about to ask him about communications. If anyone could help, she knew Kal could have. She also knew that he was probably furious, and looking for her. Her fingers found a death grip in the coat of his uniform as another pair of arms snaked their way around her and the trio crashed to the metal floor of the hanger bay when the ship slammed into the building.
Ilanah wasn't alright, she knew that straight away, but she wasn't hurt too badly either as she was still conscious and a nearby medic checked her out after the dust had settled for the moment. Her gaze sought out the retreating Karath as he went to the cockpit, then fell on the other Senator present. She wasn't sure that she could walk, so she scooted over to him instead and rested his head in her lap. At least then he wouldn't be against the cold steel floor, even though it was just replaced with voluminous yards of now filthy silk. "So much for being alright." Lana murmured as she rested a hand idly on his forehead.
Ilanah R. Thanatos
Senator of Chandrila
Message edited by Ilanah_Thanatos - Monday, 28 May 2012, 8:36 AM |
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| LomenRyuun | Date: Monday, 28 May 2012, 7:47 AM | Message # 34 |
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| (( Skip me this round. Still unconscious. ))
Lomen Ryuun
Senator, Doldur Sector
Senator, Druckenwell
Representative, Monor II (10 BBY - 9 BBY)
Representative, Geridard
Representative, Boranall
Representative, Therenor Prime
Vice-chairman, Defense Committee (Temporarily suspended)
Controlling Shareholder - Druckenwell Arms Corporation
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| Archa_Sabis | Date: Wednesday, 30 May 2012, 10:54 AM | Message # 35 |
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| It wasn't true that time healed all wounds—one need only look at the glassed craters in Coruscant's more neglected districts for evidence of the battle that took place here a decade ago, or the debris from collapsed buildings that had been tidied away into the lower levels, "swept under the rug," as it were. Ahead of the Empire's tenth anniversary, Emperor Palpatine had made a point of cleaning up the place and, in a manner of speaking, erasing history. The EVS droids that had been brought in for this reason were now responsible for yet more wounds to this proud city—wounds that remained fresh even now, in the days after Sabis's droid "uprising" had concluded.
But if time does make us forget things we'd prefer to forget, as it did the Battle of Coruscant, it also makes us remember warmly (if not always correctly) the things we'd prefer to remember—in this case, the heroism of those who stood up to Sabis and his droid "army." For time is the place of the hero's repose; the laurels upon which he rests are bronzed by the ages. Time would tell, of course, how much of this incident the people of Coruscant would prefer to remember and how much they would rather forget. But for now, it seemed to a people in quiet need of heroes that Orion Karath was destined for an exalted place in modern memory.
Many people had stepped up on this day, but none had rescued a handful of senators from the Senate building, survived with them a shuttle crash, and battled through the streets to the fortified Senate Apartment Complex, delivering all of them there alive and (mostly) well and almost single-handedly bringing down one of the building-sized EVS droids on the way. Karath's primary mission had been clear—to deliver the senators safely to the complex. He didn't need to do battle with the EVS droid, but felt he needed to; the path of destruction it had wrought on Coruscant was too terrible to let it go on, and with Imperial air cover busy elsewhere, it had been up to him.
The EVS droid lay in crumpled, smoldering ruins, and Karath remained standing. Atop it.
Garik Taynor had distinguished himself as well, his own police cruiser also being shot down and he and his officers fighting their way to Karath's besieged shuttle, helping to pull his team and the senators free of the tangle of durasteel it had become. Taynor and his officers had then secured a medcenter, where Lieutenant Tuesti had been incapacitated. Rath Deschain had been heroic in his own way, but he—and Alyn Stark—were doomed to obscurity. Deschain had defeated a crazed Jedi's child army in the depths of Coruscant, preventing the droid uprising from becoming a mere prologue for a full under-world rebellion. The Empire, of course, would keep this quiet. Stark, meanwhile, was a hero-who-might-have-been; though the detention of he and his crew would be brief, it would be, perhaps, a humbling experience for the wealthy if self-indulgent industrialist who had sought, in his way, to make this traumatic event for the people of Coruscant somehow his, and Coruscant itself a mere playground for his toys. Or perhaps not.
As for Sabis, he derived no satisfaction from what he'd watched, stolidly, from space. He had no regrets about what he'd done, but it wouldn't change much, he knew, and wouldn't change anything for him personally; his life was over, as it had been for some time now, and so it was that he looked serenely, even disinterestedly upon the Star Destroyers that moved noiselessly closer to his skyhook. He'd resolved not to escape from the consequences of his actions, though he was somewhat incorrect in this—for he was resolved to die rather than be captured, and death was itself an escape; it was an escape from his abridged life, his one-time aspirations that had hardened and crumbled with age but still stood, stubbornly, in the back of his mind as mocking memorials to what he could-have-been.
But he had the comfort, at least, of knowing that in the final analysis he'd be remembered not for what he could-have-been, but for what he was; and even if what he was was a monster, it was what he'd chosen to be. This day, if only this day, was his.
Added (30 May 2012, 10:54 AM)
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(( Auto'd with management approval. ))
Archa Sabis
Founder and CEO, Sabis Technologies, Ltd. (Retired)
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