The Day of Reckoning
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Archa_Sabis | Date: Friday, 04 May 2012, 10:17 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Revenge was one of the few remaining human impulses that Archa Sabis had. The technological genius and entrepeneur of particular renown in the Clone Wars had become a social pariah when, his star on the rise in business and in politics, Knowt's disease began to destroy his body and necessitated his grotesque cybernetic "modifications"—taboo according to the Empire's post-war suspicion of droids (and perhaps cyborgs especially, owing to the infamy of General Grievous). His associates, even those he'd counted as friends, turned away from him. His career was over, and he'd disappeared into the seclusion of his personal skyhook over Imperial Center.
And it was there that he presently stood in an observation room, looking through his so-called "good eye" and his far superior cybernetic one at the planet below him and contemplating the destruction that would soon be wrought upon it. Sabis had been impressed when he'd first seen Coruscant, but he had nothing but contempt now for the planet and its people, whose morbid stares he felt upon him when he had occasion to visit there.
With his augmented reasoning, he'd come to understand how captive his fellow humans were to their "fear of the other," and understanding this, he was himself free of it. He feared nothing anymore, not even the retribution that was sure to come for this penultimate act of repudiation of his species—itself retribution for its repudiation of him; a veritable day of reckoning for the blissfully ignorant people of Imperial Center as they prepared to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of their fleeting Empire.
The command had been processed, the virus uploaded, the deed done. Momentarily, an army of droids—from enormous EVS construction droids to the AI's in control of police cruisers and automated defenses—would rise up and cut a swath of destruction and death that the galactic capital hadn't seen since the Clone Wars, when it had been prepared for it.
There was no preparing for what would become known as the Second Great Droid Revolution, and as it now commenced, Archa Sabis watched and waited.
Archa Sabis Founder and CEO, Sabis Technologies, Ltd. (Retired)
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Captain_Timmons | Date: Friday, 04 May 2012, 11:03 PM | Message # 2 |
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| The uprising, or whatever it was, was nearing its third hour. Tendrils of smoke rose from the city amid clouds of particulate debris from the unfolding combat with the droids. It was impossible to know how many had died in those first chaotic moments that the droids turned on them. A single EVS construction droid could demolish an entire building, and had done so many times on this day of infamy. Speeders had abandoned the designated traffic lanes, and TIE fighters and bombers were everywhere. Explosions rumbled throughout the city like thunder as the streets became deserted.
The Senate building was now mostly evacuated, but it hadn't been spared, either. The safety of the building and the Senators within it was Captain Timmons's responsibility, and he knew the building's automated defenses inside and out. Not that they could be considered "defenses" when the security droids and droid-controlled laser grid was turned against those they were meant to defend. Timmons's knowledge of these defenses and the professionalism and persistence of the Imperial Senate Guard had assured that most of the Senators had been moved to safety and the Senate building secured.
Most, but not all of the Senators. It was fortunate that the Senate had been gaveled to a close, and many of the Senators had departed Imperial Center. But many more had remained, planning to attend the Empire's ten-year anniversary celebrations on the planet. Some of them were still trapped inside, but Timmons had done what he could for them. He and his team were needed at the Senate apartment complex, and it would fall to Imperial troops to do the rest here.
A number of Imperial dropships cruised into the no-go zone established around the Senate's perimeter and descended quickly to a stop on one of the building's landing pads, where Timmons and his squad were waiting. Holding his ceremonial rifle in both hands, Timmons wasted no time in finding the Imperial in command and approaching him. Across the platform, Timmons's squad was loading one of its wounded onto a Senate Guard assault vehicle, its repulsorlifts firing up. Timmons shouted to be heard over the noise.
"We've established a perimeter and cleaned out most of the building," he explained, "We're fortifying the Senate apartment complex and moving the Senators there. Most are there already, but we've received word that the Senator of Chandrila is still here, and we're not sure who else. We're needed at the apartment complex," he said through his regal blue helmet, gesturing to his waiting transport, "You'll have to finish cleaning up here."
"Take this," he added, producing a datacard from his cloak and handing it to the Imperial in charge. "It's an override for the security grid—it'll open doors and shut down any parts of the grid that we missed. My name is Timmons. Do you need anything else from me before we go?"
Captain Timmons Imperial Senate Guard
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Orion_Karath | Date: Saturday, 05 May 2012, 11:36 AM | Message # 3 |
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| The modified Y-4 Raptor-class Transport Ghost dropped out of hyperspace over Imperial Center. It was carrying the entire Ghost team, which were returning from a recent full unit training operation on Carida. It had been Orion's first time on the planet, however his thoughts were not on Carida, but rather the planet he had been on before that. Procopia. His evening with Fajra was still fresh in his mind, and he was lost in thought on it, while the rest of the unit hung out. It was no more than what would happen at their barracks. A makeshift poker table was set up, with a few playing, and a few more watching. Otherwise, there were random workouts, weapons cleaning, and simple conversation being had. The only aspect missing was, if they were in barracks, many of them would be smoking cigars.
As the transport neared the planet, moving into low orbit, something was obviously amiss. The holoprojector at the center of the room, cackled to life. Their Overseer, General Fordo, appeared. "Come in, Ghost... Ghozzz, do you read? How dooooooo y-u copy?" The image of the ARC trooper was obviously disturbed. "We read you, Specter Actual... barely," he responded back, after bolting up to the holoprojector.
"Imperial Center... jammed. Difficulty communicating.... in.... system. The...... droid revolt... automated... malfunction. You.... active... Sierra Violet...zzz." With that, the signal went dead. After a moment, Hanley spoke up. "Did I hear him right, Sierra Violet?" The recognition of the phrase out them into their "zone". "Operation Sierra Violet is now active. Gear up," he said to them, and then proceeded to head to the cockpit. When he did, the pilot immediately questioned him. "Captain Karath, I can't raise traffic control for anything. You've any idea what the hell is going on?"
He looked out at the planet. After some time of looking, it appeared as if a surface battle was being fought on the planet. "Get us down there now! To hell with traffic control! Gunners, be ready!" he shouted, running back to the hold. "Imperial Center is under direct attack! Get ready!" he screamed running to his gear. The call put all of them into high gear to be ready.
After some kilometers into the atmosphere, the transport suddenly came under barrage from air taxis, attempting to ram them. After one hit, denting in the front of the ship, rending the two forward ramps inoperable, the gunners began to open fire on the taxis. Taking more damage, rendering the rear ramps inoperable and nearly cutting out their engines, they arrived at Wesport. When they disembarked, it looked less like a spaceport, and more like a major military base in the middle of deployment.
As a group, they waded through the crowds which were a mixture of civilians that had recently been evacuated and now moved to the shelters within the spaceport, and military personnel, moving to deploy into the city. The sound of AA fire was persistent, as were the thunder of various artillery pieces firing. Towards the front, where the command center was, the thump of mortars could also be heard. He was recognized as a Commando as he strode into the command center, unhindered by the military personnel present.
When he walked in, he presented himself to the High General of the Imperial Sector forces, who was currently coordinating the deployment out of Westport. The unit surrounded the holoprojection table, and presented themselves. "General, I am Captain Orion Karath, Fifth Special Forces Group. My team is here to assume VIP extraction duties." he said, ignoring the fact that their unit patches would be unrecognizable and their configuration was far different from most Special Forces units. The General looked at them for a moment, and then proceeded, unwilling to mire himself into the red tape of asking questions, and gave them a situation report.
"Alright, Captain. All of Imperial Center installations are in Defstat 3. Nearly any droid that were connected to a public or private civilian server have gone haywire and began to attack anything and everything, beginning three hours ago. We have construction droids attempting to tear down the city, and doing a damn good job at it. Air vehicles conducting kamikazee runs. Vehicles with weapons turning on anything human. Any other droid is often either taking arms or conducting physical attacks. Automated defense systems have been utilized against us across the entire planet. All comms in the system are jammed, and up until this morning, the planetary shield had been up. Casualties are unknown at this point, but estimated to be high. Right now, all special forces are engaged in VIP extraction, now that they've taken down the planetary shield. I'm unconcerned with comms at this point, since we are still able to communicate on planet through military channels, so I'm going to task you and your team with HVTs. The Senate session was dismissed the evening before this started, and while most of the Senate is off-world, we still have several inside the Senate Building. That's your first target. I'll update you on the situation when the Senate is cleared. I'll gather some transports on pad Delta-007, to take you out."
With that, they moved to the pad. Three Sentinel-class Landing Craft and two Gamma-class ATR-6 Assault Transports awaited them. Alpha and Beta teams took the Assault Transports, while Gamma and Delta teams took the Landing Craft, leaving one strictly for VIPs. They immediately launched, and came under escort from a squadron of TIE Fighters. After a harrowing half hour of being under total assault by the enemy, the TIEs broke off, and they landed at the Senate Building. It took them seconds to disembark and assemble on one of the landing pads, when they were greeted by Timmons. He listened to the Guardsman give him the details, and pocketed the datacard. "That's it for now, Guardsman. Keep your comm open, in case we need your technical advisement inside," he said to him, before turning to the unit. "Alright, our first target is the Senator of Chandrilla. After that, we'll do a sweep of the offices. Let's move!" he shouted, and with that, the Commandos were making their way into the Senate Building.
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Alyn_Stark | Date: Saturday, 05 May 2012, 2:49 PM | Message # 4 |
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Alyn_Stark | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 9:13 AM | Message # 6 |
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Ilanah_Thanatos | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 7:50 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "What do you mean 'the droids are attacking people', Ty? Droids don't attack people. Not since the....." The Senator trailed off for a moment before she turned and opened the blinds covering the window behind her desk. The first thing that she noticed was the black smoke billowing from the ruins of destroyed buildings, and the second was the flash of blaster fire being exchanged on the platforms that surrounded the senate building.
"Get Riley. We need to get out of here, now." She said before she gathered her datapad and shoved it into the leather satchel that she usually carried.
"I can't reach him, Senator, and most of the building has already been evacuated, if not all of it." Ty replied. It was only then that the Senator noticed that her relatively new aide was still catching his breath.
Ilanah hesitated. "Comm links are down then? So that's why you didn't call earlier." Considering the situation, she was amazingly calm and was trying not to panic and ruin that. Ty was already panicked enough for both of them. "Alright. It'll be fine." It wasn't really fine. They had no way of calling anyone outside, so probably no one even knew they were still in there. The only person she could think of to call anyway was Kal. Somehow he always showed up when she needed him, but something told her that this time that would not be the case.
The only thing that she could think of was to try and get out. She hadn't heard any blaster fire or anything in the hallways near her office, so maybe they would be fine. After a few seconds hesitation, Ilanah reached out and opened the door, only to see the first bolts of blaster fire streaking past the doorway and into a nearby running aide, who immediately crumpled to the floor.
Ilanah R. Thanatos Senator of Chandrila
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LomenRyuun | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 8:19 PM | Message # 8 |
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| The protocol droid who'd been awkwardly wielding a blaster rifle, though well enough to cut down the aide in front of Senator Thanatos was quickly and efficiently disassembled by pinpoint return fire from the eight-man security detail that had been preparing to round the corner and had seen the assailant. Originally a ten-man detail, the fight to get Senator Ryuun down to the lower levels of the Senate building and to relative safety, wherever it could be found, had cost the senator two of his men so far. They'd quickly learned that in a world where communications were down and anything automated could have been compromised, shooting first was a better idea than waiting to see. Ryuun was in the middle of the group, his normally well-maintained hair disheveled and matted with debris. His left arm was bound in a makeshift sling where a blaster bolt had clipped his shoulder, but the medical aid that had been rendered by his team had kept him moving, and his good hand was white-knuckled around an ELG-3A blaster pistol.
It was more by luck than any skill that Ryuun spotted the partially-opened door to Senator Thanatos' office where she was currently peeking through. The captain of his detail spotted her a moment later and directed his men to the brief safe haven with a series of quick hand gestures. "Senator, a pleasure to see you under the circumstances," Ryuun would offer her in greeting as his detail would rather unceremoniously usher him and themselves into her office. The halls were too dangerous to traverse, it would seem, and ideally, Thanatos wouldn't deny a fellow senator shelter in such a time, nor was his security detail anything to sneeze at; more weapons meant a greater chance of survival, at least on the small scale.
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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Seraphine_Leroy | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 9:01 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Behind a pillar, she had stood, arched against it. It seemed to have taken some damage in the fighting; likely from several droids within the Senate turning on the various security teams within and the Senate Guards themselves, not to mention the Senators. Honestly, in her personal thoughts, she hoped some certain Senators had been taken down by the revolt in progress. She might've actually supported it, in her own way, were it not for lack of any goal or ideal, and the wanton slaughter that had been unleashed. No, she was very much against what was happening, and in a rare moment, was truly sided with the Empire.
After using her true skills to line up a shot at the rogue droid, she went to take her shot from behind the pillar, when an unseen shot took it out. She gasped and hid again, quickly stowing away her Q2 hold-out blaster. She then proceeded to run towards the Senator's office, letting out a small, whimpering shriek when she sighted Senator Ryuun and his security detail. In her heavily accented voice, she cried towards the door "Senator Thanatos! Please, open the door, mademoiselle!", her voice being instantly recognizable to the Senator as her newest bodyguard/personal agent by night, and her senior administrative aide by day, who had been behind hiring Ty to cover for her regular absences in the more secretive or, rather, the more indirect services the Senator required. Right now, she was, however, in her role of the Senator's Tapani Senior Administrative Aide, who had become known for her very feminine and extremely polite mannerisms.
Séraphine Dominique Leroy Senior Administrative Aide to Senator Ilanah R. Thanatos of Chandrila Former Staff Aide to Tapani Freeworlds Delegation of the Imperial Senate
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Roman_Lekpin | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 10:28 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Roman Lekpin coughed, breathing in dust and smoke as he tried and failed to clear the debris that was covering half his face right now. He couldn't quite remember how he'd gotten himself into the uncomfortable situation in which he was currently entangled, which was to say, uncomfortably squished under something extremely heavy. It might have been a durasteel beam, or it might have been the remains of an air taxi. All Lekpin knew was that at one moment, his security team had been running along a thoroughfare to get him to safety and then the world had gone dark. Lekpin had awoken to find himself in his current predicament, which had, due to the unfortunate nature of the move, taken him rather off the main grid from the Senate Building and placed him... well, wherever he was now.
He'd tried to shift himself free, a task that had rapidly brought to mind the extent of his injuries. Lekpin was no medic, but if he had to guess, a broken arm, several broken ribs and something damaged internally would have been his guess. The fate of his security detail was unknown, but he could only assume the worst, seeing as he'd received no rescue and it had been some time. For the moment, he was simply fighting to continue to draw breath and remain calm; an action that was rapidly becoming a losing battle, especially with the screams and blaster fire in the distance that seemed to be getting closer.
Roman Lekpin Representative, Lorrd (11 BBY-10 BBY) (9 BBY-Present) Chosen of House Garth
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Alyn_Stark | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 0:00 AM | Message # 11 |
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| Stark had been expecting Representative Lekpin for some time, enough that he'd become a bit cross, expecting that the man was purposely vexing him simply because of their differences in Houses, or in Stark's case, his former House. It wasn't until he realized that communications were gone that the true situation struck him. Oh, he'd heard there might be some trouble down on the surface, yes, but he'd not seen the true scope of it. Stark, after all, being a playboy of sorts, had been enjoying some relaxing time between the giant jacuzzi and his bedroom, kept warm by the trio of females in his Shadowguard, who also made for good conversation, though Malinara was still by far his favorite. As troubled continued to mount below though, Stark's C-3 liner Viridian Sky would have likely been instructed to break orbit and make room for any rescue craft. Stark, though, was an opportunist, and here existed no better opportunity to make a name of sorts than a rescue.
Even as the Viridian Sky broke orbit to navigate a safe distance away, Stark had issued his own orders. The docked PLY 5000 Gentle Breeze would act as a retrieval vessel for innocents gathered on the myriad of spaceports and attempting to get to safety. The Viridian Sky would be able to hold a number of people saved in this manner, assisting in Imperial efforts. With communications down and lights utilized as Morse code being the only likely form of communication, unless one counted short-range laser transmissions between vessels, Stark would order his favored yacht on its way. Between its cannons and compliment of six escort fighters, he was confident it would be able to perform well enough under the situation.
As Stark prepared to depart the ship, Malinara approached him. "Lord Stark, your safety is paramount. Where do you intend on going?"
Stark shot her a wide grin as he donned a skintight black pilot suit. "Why, to do what a good man does in any situation like this. I'm going to save some lives. Tell the others to get to their ships and have the drones launched from the hangar. With any luck they'll not be noticed and I can always claim it as a combat trial system. I need a license to sell, after all, not to use for myself." Giving her a roguish wink and a kiss on the cheek, Stark hurried from his room and down the multiple levels to the airlock where his personal transport, the YV-666 Infinite Thought awaited him.
Squeezing in through the access hatch, he made his way down to its interior, ensuring that the Eta-2 within was prepared for launch at a moment's notice. He sighed with regret as he recalled he'd not brought his own armor to Imperial Center. Instead, the GTU model AV-1A assault armor that was currently stowed on his craft for testing would have to do. This particular model had been equipped with a pair of E-web blaster cannons on its hard points, with a backup assault cannon that Stark was testing for use in space combat. If need be, it would have to do, although it was far from preferred.
Running through his pre-flight check, Stark detached from the liner and oriented himself on the planet. Within minutes, the check-ins began.
The silky smooth voice of Malinara Starey was the first, "Grace of Form is combat ready."
"Null Echo prepared for combat." The quiet, almost asexual voice of Azaghor was second.
The rest came in quick succession, from the gravely voice of the Noghri Rukk'khrik to the bass rumble of Tarin Mako to the dulcet tones of Irlilia Dannen and all the others.
"Rend is prepared."
"Final Breath reads green across the board."
"Night Arrow is hot."
"Flame of War ready for insertion."
"Wings of Destiny in formation."
Checking his short-range visual sensors, Stark was able to spot the six S-005 series drones and the squadron of T-009 series that would pave their path in to Imperial Center. One could never say that Alyn Stark of Lorrd did not arrive in style. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are likely to be out of short-range communication with one another down there, so stay close and watch yourselves. Good luck all. We meet down at the Senate Building, retrieve Representative Lekpin and his staff if they haven't been pulled already and get out."
As the chorus of affirmatives came in, Stark throttled forwards, watching the planet grow larger within his forward screen.
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, 07 May 2012, 3:51 AM | Message # 12 |
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| That was when the panic set in. Seeing Lomen Ryuun disheveled and out of sorts would have been enough to set even the calmest person at unease. "Of course, Senator." She said as politely as she could, though here was a waver in her voice that was unmistakable. And then there was Seraphine. A wave of relief washed over the senators face when she saw the girl. It had been weeks since she had actually seen her, but somehow she knew she was always around.
Ilanah shut the door behind her and then turned and looked at the gathering that had spontaneously happened in her office. Suddenly she wished she had listened to Kal and just gone straight to Chandrila instead of making the stop in Imperial Center to get some things from her office. She hadn't needed them, but she didn't like to leave her office a disaster when senate was closed.
"So now what? " She said, half to the other Senator and mostly to Seraphine. Ilanah bit her lower lip lightly and eased herself into a seat nearby. The worst part, aside from the tragic deaths and destruction, was that she was still carrying her unborn son, and she was more worried about him than anyone else. (I am assuming this is going on right before my thread with Kal, if that's cool.)
Ilanah R. Thanatos Senator of Chandrila
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LomenRyuun | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 5:27 AM | Message # 13 |
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| Ryuun recognized, albeit in a distant manner, the face of Seraphine Leroy, whom he'd seen around from time to time. He did not connect her immediately with Senator Thanatos' retinue, but his chivalry allowed her to enter first into Thanatos' offices, followed quickly by Ryuun and his security detail, which would move posthaste to bar the door with the nearest heavy object which was likely a desk. "Stay... stay away from the windows," Ryuun grunted out as he slumped down to the floor with his back against a wall. The blaster clattered to the floor beside him as he released it.
"It's good to see you alive, Senator Thanatos. One can only guess how many others are in the building. Domon got out right after the Senate closed session. Damned smart alien." Ryuun chuckled through the pain as two of his team attended to him directly, checking his wounds. "It seems things have gone from bad to worse in a very short time. I hope your luck hasn't been as bad as mine, but all our comms are down. I can't seem to make a full heads or tails of what's going on, but the safest place seems to be either in here or off the planet."
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Captain_Timmons | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 12:18 PM | Message # 14 |
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| Timmons joined the rest of his squad aboard his transport and held tight, watching through its open door the Imperial team storming into the Senate building. They became smaller and smaller as the transport was away and the building shrunk into the distance. The scream of a TIE fighter's engines was heard a moment later as a half dozen of the Imperial starfighters were immediately upon them from above. "You're in a restricted area," one of the TIE pilots said without fanfare over the comm in an accent Timmons had come to associate with Imperial front-liners. (Apparently, whatever the reason for the fleeting communications failure, it was over now). "You're in a no-fly zone," the TIE pilot explained. The pilot of Timmons's transport relayed this to him.
"Can't they read our transponder? We're Senate Guard, on our way out."
A pause, then the pilot craned his neck to Timmons once more. "He says this wouldn't be the first ship with proper clearance to go haywire today."
Timmons grimaced under his helmet. "Point," he said, then, still holding tight to the handrail above him, leaned out of the open hatch and waved at one of the TIE fighters. The pilot of the TIE, visible inside, waved back and he and the rest of the fighters broke off a moment later. Wisely, it seemed the Empire was taking no chances with unknown ships, letting none of them through the no-fly zone around the entirety of the Senate and Imperial Palace districts. Timmons looked out over these districts, pleased to see from his vantage point that the city he knew and loved was still overwhelmingly intact; Sabis's virus hadn't gotten far before Imperial firewalls had blocked it. And now, three hours (not days) into the supposed "droid uprising," it was mostly over.
The virus was apparently intended primarily for the Senate district, and that's where most of the action seemed to have occurred. What was left of the droids now were a handful of the remaining EVS construction droids, police cruisers and security droids, and whatever was left of the Senate's security grid that Timmons and his squad hadn't managed to shut down. He wished the Imperials luck with it, then focused his mind on his own mission; to fortify the Senate apartment complex, which was also serving as a rally point for Senators, Senate Guard, and Imperials alike. If all went to plan, he'd see Karath and his troops and any Senators they managed to rescue back at the apartments.
Timmons's transport slipped away and disappeared among the towering spires of the Senate district.
Captain Timmons Imperial Senate Guard
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Orion_Karath | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 0:18 AM | Message # 15 |
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