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| Camden_Solis | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 10:57 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The droid uprising had the city in turmoil. The smoke from multiple fires had left the underlevels darkened and the pall of fear was evident on every face that peeked from a covered door or shadowed alleyway, be it a human cantina owner or a Bothan youngling. Within the underlevels though, there burned a spot of hope, a bright light so to say in the midst of the darkness and despair: Camden Solis and his child army. Over one-hundred strong now, they had been trained by Anubis Xerses, the Mandalorian warrior who was now absent from their ranks, but to Camden Solis, the droid uprising was not a time of terror, it a sign from the Force itself that a moment was at hand. It was a moment that shone in his mind like the power of the Force itself and it could not be denied. Camden Solis, possibly the last of the Jedi, would lead his army amongst the chaos and breakdown of communications and take the Imperial Palace by storm to depose the Emperor and with that solitary action, bring freedom to the galaxy.
It didn't occur to poor Camden that his plan was ill-fated, or that the Imperial Palace was likely to be protected and locked down by legions of the fanatical white-armored killers just waiting and chafing for a chance to unleash hell in the name of the Emperor. No, it had not occurred at all, and had any of Camden's teachers been present, they would have rebuked him soundly. Unfortunately, Camden's teachers were all dead and gone in the Purge, and for all he could have though, he was making them proud. Thus, it was with a strong will and a bright heart that Camden Solis came forth from the room where he was meditating. After so long, his lightsaber was in his hand again, its azure hue pushing back the artificial darkness that had fallen across the light. Before him, with their faces stretching back into shadow, his army was assembled, small children ranging from nine to sixteen clutching an assortment of blasters, some of which were so old they may not even fire, waiting and listening for his words.
"My students, my warriors... my friends. Coruscant is in turmoil. Someone above has struck a blow against the Empire for the sake of freedom and we cannot let them fight alone. Today is our day, our moment. This is our fight and we cannot let this chance simply fall to the wayside. We cannot simply sit by while brave souls commit themselves in battle against the evil of Palpatine. No, we cannot! We will not! We will rise from the underlevels and take to the lower streets, to flock towards the Imperial Palace. No stormtrooper, no Imperial minion will stand in our path! We will crash through the doors and declare, 'we are free beings! We will not be tread upon by tyranny and oppression any longer!' We will rip the Emperor from his throne and the galaxy will be free once more!"
Camden's voice rose to a shout, echoed by the cheers of his child-army. With his lightsaber held high above his head, Camden Solis led the march from their gathering spit, before the eyes of many confused and frightened people who could not believe what they saw; what might well have been a fear-induced hallucination, towards the Imperial Palace where, the Force willing, the light would triumph over the dark and all would be put right once again.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Sunday, 06 May 2012, 11:27 PM | Message # 2 |
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| "Most of the sectors around the Imperial Palace are secure, High Inquisitor. Whatever is causing this droid issue has not spread wide enough to threaten us here. Even so, several legions stand by to defend the Emperor if the need arises."
"Very good, Colonel Proul, very good. I see no need to expend our energy with this issue of rabble. Let the regular troopers deal with dispersing the troublesome droids. The Emperor's wrath will fall heavily upon whatever being has wrought this disruption."
The newly-promoted Colonel Proul smiled under his helmet. With the reorganization of the 1st Hunters into the 1st Purifier Battalion, Proul had been the prime choice for leadership, having been one of the first soldiers handpicked by Deschain for the duty and with a wealth of Clone Wars battles under his belt. As Proul prepared to take his leave of the High Inquisitor, an adjutant, out of breath from the far run, came up to Proul. Doubled over and panting, the adjutant blurted out a report that had come a long way. From a patrol in the underlevels to a scout on a speeder bike, to one of the stormtrooper commanders working Palace defense, finally to the ears of the Purifiers. With the report received, Proul returned to Deschain's side.
"High Inquisitor, I have just received word of something that may be... well, an issue. While I cannot validate directly, there is word of an army of sorts, a large number of children, if you can believe it, wielding blasters in the underlevels who are overwhelming some of the small patrols down there.Their behavior seems erratic and unexplained, but they seem to be setting a path this way. The more important piece though, is that word of a man with a lightsaber is leading them."
The High Inquisitor was still for a moment, looking out over Imperial Center. "A Jedi, here? It seems improbable. Still... it may be best to see if there is some truth to this report. I feel a bit of sport coming on, Colonel. Prepare two platoons of your best and join me outside the palace. We will take transport to the underlevels and see to this matter ourselves.
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 5:05 AM | Message # 3 |
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| The lack of truly organized Imperial intervention still hadn't quite struck Camden as odd yet. Oh, they'd encountered a small patrol here and there; one of the last ones they'd come across and steamrolled over had managed to have a single escapee who'd been fortunate enough to escape on a speeder bike and out of range. While Camden's own victories, one-sided as they were, had not been bloodless, Camden still did not consider that although his child army possessed some training, it was nothing compared to what a true unit of stormtroopers could accomplish. Crushing a five or eight-man patrol was, to pardon the pun, child's play with such numbers as the Jedi had in his army. Of course, it was quite easy to destroy smaller numbers through sheer weight of attrition.
Camden and his forces had emerged several dozen levels upwards and onwards from where they'd begun. This put them nowhere near either surface or the Imperial Palace, though; at least not yet. The faces that saw him however, were another matter. It seemed as if more and more were peering out at him and his forces, and he called to them to join him, though none did. This far, Camden had met with such little opposition that he was unwilling to even consider turning back, which would have been a wise choice or even not setting out in the first place, which would have been even better. The droids they came across were just as likely to be destroyed; a rogue protocol or construction robot that was capable of being destroyed via lightsaber or blaster fire would be disassembled if it was possible and if they came across it.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 9:49 AM | Message # 4 |
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| Deschain had left a very annoyed stormtrooper captain behind on the steps of the Imperial Palace. However, Deschain's credentials were higher, even for a man who didn't quite exist, and as such, he tended to get what he wanted. As such, there were a pair of LAAT/i transports winging their way through the lower levels of Imperial Center; a task that Deschain learned quite quickly was more hazardous than it looked. Had it not been for the expert flying of the pilots and the quick work of the gunners in their turrets, both transports would have met fiery demise in the canyons below from suicidal air taxis.
Deschain was sitting cross-legged in the center of one of the transports, meditating. The feel of the light side of the Force was coming from below... below and ahead. It was not as strong as Deschain had anticipated, and at times it almost seemed to flicker. Nonetheless, he did have a pinpoint on it at last. "South!" Deschain's voice rose above the wind whipping through the open side doors of the transport. "We need to drop and head south. Three kilometers."
The pair of craft banked and dropped, threading their way through damaged buildings at near suicidal speed to avoid pursuit. Ahead, a large clear spot, formerly the offloading dock of a shipping company, now clear of traffic, provided a good dropping point for Deschain and his forces. The High Inquisitor's LAAT/i flared above the surface and thirty red-armored Purifiers poured forth, carrying an assortment of weapons ranging from plasma casters to the E-11 blaster rifles and SE-14r repeating blasters. Deschain followed, stepping lightly to the platform below, his cape whipping about him in the repulsor wash from the LAAT/i taking off. The High Inquisitor looked back to see the second transport beginning to flare nose upwards in preparation to land when disaster struck.
One of the rogue air taxis whipped about from behind a still-burning apartment building, careening off the far wall of another building and managing to correct just enough to plow directly into the rear of the second transport. Deschain stumbled back a step and covered his face as the concussive blast and gout of flame that consumed both vehicles washed about him, taking the remnants of both vehicles and thirty of Deschain's Purifiers into the depths of Imperial Center. Deschain paused for a moment, considering the numbers at hand and decided to proceed.
"Colonel Proul, the loss of our comrades is truly unfortunate, but I have decided to press onwards. Even against superior numbers, we have the weaponry and equipment to overcome lesser foes." Focusing for a moment, Deschain pointed along the walkway that led them into the relative safety of the underlevels and out of the open. "There. That route. Less than a kilometer ahead. Get the men into a double-time, Colonel" Rallying the remaining Purifiers, the small remnants broke into a trot as they headed to meet the Jedi and his ilk.
Rath Deschain
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 1:52 PM | Message # 5 |
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| There was a dark disturbance in the Force, and it had been growing closer for some time. Camden felt the first twinge of fear in his soul, but he did not let it show upon his face. Of course, with so many people seeing their passing, and with the advent of the rogue droids dying down, more and more word would spread of his crusade and, of course, the cowardly Emperor would have sent agents to try and stop Camden and his army. That thought, oddly, bolstered the Jedi's heart and he took new confidence in the fact that he was considered enough of a threat for the Emperor to send minions against him.
"My friends, the tyrannical forces of the Empire approach our path! We will meet them head on, for we have the numbers, we have the weapons and above all, we have the light on our side!" Around him, the child-army, drunk on the conquest of having crushed a few pockets of stormtroopers who'd largely been surprised and far, far, far outnumbered, roared their approval and surged forwards around Camden, breaking into a light trot down the debris-strewn road of the underlevels. Camden, who was now in the middle of the formation and keeping pace, felt the dark presence coming even closer. A few more bends of the road and Camden knew he would begin to fulfill his destiny as a Jedi; his destiny to destroy the dark servants of the Force and bring about the balance where the Jedi would once more reign supreme as guardians of light and justice.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 2:26 PM | Message # 6 |
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| The roar of so many voices echoed off the walls of the underlevels as Deschain and his thirty Purifiers came to a stop along the debris-ridden walkway. "They're coming, Colonel. They'll be here soon. Disperse your men as you see fit along this avenue. When they come this way, as they will, I will draw them into your avenue of fire myself. Then, destroy them. Disperse them all and kill as many as you can."
About him, the Purifiers began to take up what defensive positions they could; under Proul's instructions, several doors were kicked open, largely accompanied by the indignant shouts and screams from the people within whose privacy and security was being invaded. The end result, however, had five Purifiers stationed in second-story windows with good fields of fire down the avenue of approach on either side of the road, with the other twenty, including the Colonel, making hasty defensive positions with debris and other refuse in the street itself. Deschain had positioned himself where he would be most noticeable, and, by extension, the first target: dead center of the street. It was not an advantageous position by any means, but he only had to hold it long enough to draw them in.
As the High Inquisitor dropped into a final, brief meditation to channel his anger, he could dimly hear the Colonel behind him, addressing the men. "Right then boys. When they come within thirty-five meters, use the thermal detonators. We want them drawn in so close they die on top of each other. We've been through a lot and we've lost friends and brothers-in-arms this day. Believe in the High Inquisitor, believe in the Emperor, and victory will be ours! No sentient will raise a hand against our Empire and walk away!" The Purifiers were not the sort to cheer and give huzzahs for speeches. A tight-knit special operations unit, Proul's words were met with brief inclinations of helmeted heads, or the brief raising of a weapon barrel before the soldier behind it returned his attention to the walkway and the bend some hundred meters from their position. By the sound of the advancement, their soon-to-be opponents weren't doing much to avoid notice, or even move in a truly tactical manner. No, it struck many of those assembled that this was a human flood.
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Monday, 07 May 2012, 8:47 PM | Message # 7 |
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| Camden's child army came around the bend in what one could indeed liken to a human tide. Children in rank upon rank, clutching weapons and shouting threats against the Emperor and the Empire. What they saw, therefore, immediately was the lone man blocking their path, hooded and solid and for a moment, all of them including Camden felt a moment of doubt. Then Camden called out over their faltering cries, "See? The pitiful servants of the Emperor come to stop us! They have no chance! Take him, my friends, and he will be the first example we lay before the Empire that the light cannot be stopped!"
The children paused for a moment, then started forward at a dead run. Their training under Anubis was forgotten for the moment as they saw the lone figure standing stoic before them. All they knew was what Camden had filled their heads with; hatred of the Empire and they intended to tear that symbol down, starting with the man before them. The front line went further, firing wildly and in bursts from their small hips to strike down the Inquisitor before them. From the middle, Camden flourished his lightsaber and charged as well, his eyes upon the black, faceless hood of the man who he intended to destroy... and in that moment, Camden Solis was closer to the dark side than he ever had been in his life.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 7:15 AM | Message # 8 |
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| Deschain only held a basic understanding of Soresu, the form best suited to defending against blaster bolts, but as both red sabers ignited in his hands and began a wagon-wheel pattern, he was more than capable of deflecting the ill-aimed blaster bolts from his charging enemies, some of which were likely to find their way back to their targets. However, his job was not to draw them all directly at him, but to draw them in. Overhead, perhaps ten meters up, was a small catwalk. With rage in his mind, Deschain leaped almost effortlessly upwards, landing lightly on the catwalk above him as he'd intended. Ideally, this would draw the Jedi up to him and away from the children who were surrounding him. The High Inquisitor was no fool, after all, and he would not fight more than the man he intended to fight.
Below, Proul and the other Purifiers were set in. When and if the children came into the aforementioned range, ten of Proul's men would lob two thermal detonators each as far as they could, designed to explode on impact at the leading edge of the charge. It was then that those in the windows above would open fire with their E-11 rifles and plasma casters, sweeping across the front ranks and beyond in a hail of destruction and flame that was sure to shatter the hearts of even the most hardened enemies.
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 11:23 AM | Message # 9 |
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| The Jedi cried out in anger as he saw a handful of his children cut down by deflected blaster bolts, their weapons falling from small, lifeless fingers as they crumpled, only to be trampled over by the rushing mob behind them. Camden, focused as he was on his opponent and the mighty leap upwards to the catwalk, almost missed the hurled silvery detonators. He caught on too late, but his push through the force would hurl some of the thermal detonators back towards their points of origin, though haphazardly. Nonetheless, at least ten or twelve landed among the front ranks and exploded. Camden Solis' world was suddenly turned upside down.
Obviously a military model, the thermal detonators had a blast radius of twenty meters. The concussive force assaulted Camden and the blaze blinded him for a moment. Bodies, burned and smoking and pieces of bodies rained from above as the charge ground to a halt. The children had been so tightly packed at forty or more had died in the explosive blasts, cutting his numbers back greatly. The screams of the maimed and wounded children assailed his ears as his senses returned, and then the fire came. Blaster bolts ripped through small bodies, hurling them aside as the child army tried to return fire. When the true fire came, sweeping from above from the plasma casters, all sense of attack fell apart.
"Find cover, my friends! Repel the Empire!" Around him, some of the children scurried for cover of whatever they could find, trying to fire back at enemies who had far more tactical and combat experience than they. Camden knew there was only one way to win through this. With the Force aiding him, he sped forwards, then leaped upwards, catching the catwalk's lip barely with one hand and struggling to pull himself upwards while below, the screams of the dying seemed to intensify, fueling his anger even further. He could not hold to his Jedi tenets as his rage powered him. With his lightsaber in his right hand, legs dangling, he forced himself upwards with all the strength his left arm could muster. Below him, the heat from the plasma fires burned hotter and hotter, searing and bubbling the duracrete ten meters under his feet.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 11:37 AM | Message # 10 |
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| The eight to ten thermal detonators that were hurled back were blocked from direct strikes by a number of the hasty barriers thrown up by the Purifiers, or by walls of the buildings themselves. Nonetheless, military-grade thermal detonators were deadly, and despite their protective armor that was designed to withstand heat, five Purifiers were consumed in the blasts, with twice that number knocked down with wounds or concussions, but still able to fight. Fortunately, a large number of the child-army had been killed outright, while it seemed many others were running about on fire, screaming. These the Purifiers did not waste ammunition on; their shots were focused on any spots where resistance seemed heavier, or that the children were using as a strong point. As the attack fell apart, there were likely a number of children who would attempt to flee, either with their weapons or without, and these would be shot at just as mercilessly as those who remained to fight. Colonel Proul himself took significant pleasure as a child, no more than twelve, came apart under the continued barrage of accurate fire from his E-11. This was one story that would never go down in the history books.
Up above, Deschain had looked on in amusement as the Jedi made the leap... almost. Despite the feel of anger radiating from the balding man, it was clear his Jedi training was sorely lacking, evident from the way he struggled to pull himself up with one arm. This was far too easy, far too amusing and for once, Deschain allowed himself to have some amusement. Sheathing the lightsaber in his right hand, he strode forwards three steps to where the Jedi was attempting to gain the catwalk. If able, if the Jedi was distracted enough, Deschain would lift the man bodily by his struggling arm, holding him above the conflagration below. Oh, this would be delicious indeed. The High Inquisitor could practically defeat this being with both arms behind his back and no lightsaber. Despite the weapon held by his enemy, Deschain felt no fear. This was a moment to be savored.
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 12:40 PM | Message # 11 |
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| Scores of the children were dead or dying. Shot, blasted apart or burning, their battle was all but done. Many who had tried to run had been shot in the back; some had actually escaped. There were still small knots though, who were putting up resistance. One of these small groups was led by Wit, Anubis Xerses' star pupil and one of the oldest in Camden's army at sixteen. He was a rather decent shot when he took his time, but for now, he was paralyzed with fear as his comrades died about him, their death-cries penetrating his ears; their piteous calls for long-gone parents and friends to aid them, to do anything to alleviate their pain, went unanswered. Above it all came the terrible, terrible sound of the flames from the plasma caster. This was just so wrong. The Jedi had promised them victory, not this ignoble defeat at the hands of mindless Imperial troops. Wit wanted to get up. He wanted to fight, to kill, to avenge his friends, but all he could do was cower behind some untouched debris and wait.
Above the larger fight, Camden had indeed become distracted by the heat beneath him, the sounds of battle. It was something he had only experienced once before, during the sacking of the Jedi Temple during the purge, and as then, he felt that inner fear overwhelm him. It was so paralyzing that he did not realize he'd been plucked from holding on to the edge of the catwalk and was presently being held above the fires and battle by his arm. He looked straight ahead and into the faceless, dark mask of his enemy; the enemy he'd come to conquer and the enemy who had slaughtered his friends, his family... his army. The lightsaber held in his right hand, still not ignited and hidden behind his leg, was his only trump card. Through the Force, he focused his anger and his rage, preparing to strike.
"Emperor's lackey," he spat, "Today you die by the hand of Camden Solis, the last of the Jedi!" To Camden's credit and small bit of remembered training, he did not arc his arm out wide for a sweeping blow. Instead, he brought his free hand forward, igniting the blade at an angle as to where its emergence would take the High Inquisitor unaware, through the stomach. The shock should cause the man to drop him, whereupon he would catch the edge of the catwalk with his free hand and manage to gain the high position, over the body of his mortally wounded foe.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 12:54 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Colonel Proul gave a sigh of relief as the children broke and ran fully. There were still those who were maimed and dying, or maimed and trying to crawl away. One of the little buggers had been holding a rocket system. Thankfully one of the snipers in the second floor had cored the nine-year-old's head with a single expert shot before rendering the weapon useless with a shot to the tube. Proul and his men stood carefully, assessing the carnage. The crackle of flames set the sound by which they began to account for themselves. Of the thirty that Proul had come with, the thirty that had survived the trek, eight were dead, with a further fourteen badly wounded and in need of medical attention. It was a harsh victory, but against better than three-to-one odds, they had done well.
Up above, Deschain was amused by the futility of the Jedi's situation. Camden Solis, was it? The man's name didn't even register as a wanted Jedi. However, the High Inquisitor was waiting for something. He was waiting for the Jedi to make a final attack of some kind. In the Jedi's place, Deschain would have done the same thing, and as such, his own lightsaber was held low at his left side. Then the attack came. To Deschain, much better trained than Camden, it almost seemed slow. The fires gleamed off the metallic hilt of the lightsaber as Camden brought it from behind his dangling leg, the blue glare igniting as he thrust upwards at Deschain. To Deschain, though, a true master of Makashi, the move was clumsy and easily defeated. The thrust was aimed true though, but it was not enough. A slight flick of Deschain's wrist would counter the tip of the blue blade, pushing it out and away sharply where it would pass harmlessly by his side. A quick, jarring twist downwards was aimed to quickly remove the Jedi's hand from his wrist, with the saber as well.
"Promises, promises, Jedi." Seeing that the man was a fool, and barring any further attacks, Deschain simply released him. It was not something one did to Imperial criminals, and certainly not what one did to a Jedi, unless of course that release was ten meters above a pool of still-smoking, boiling duracrete. If Camden could not save himself, he was about to meet a very terrible, very messy end in a literal fiery pit.
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 1:08 PM | Message # 13 |
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| The Jedi was in shock that his strike had not connected. How could it not? It was brilliant! It should have worked! The shock was confounded when he saw his own severed hand, still clutching the lightsaber, land between them on the catwalk. He looked for the last time into the faceless mask, his body not accepting the sudden severing of a limb and the cauterization that had come with it. Dimly, he heard the High Inquisitor saying something to him, and then he was falling. Despite the shock his body was in, he felt the impact as his body struck back-first into the molten, bubbling duracrete. Camden Solis screamed once as his body sunk into the superheated walkway as the heat stripped the flesh from his bones, and then he was gone. Around the fallen Jedi, his dreams and child army died with him.
Down on the ground, there was one who saw him fall: Wit, who witnessed the death of those dreams and felt them just as keenly in his teenage mind. In that moment, silhouetted by the firelight, Wit could see the red-armored trooper with the command insignia on his shoulders, almost clearly through the blaze. Wit's E-5 blaster rifle was not the best maintained or cared for, though he'd done the best he could by Anubis Xerses' standards. It was not the most terribly accurate of weapons, but Wit stood, bracing his body in a shooter's stance like he'd been taught, aiming down the sights at the man's back. His hands shook slightly but he depressed the trigger nonetheless, aiming to kill at least one enemy in this fight. Hopefully the shot would take the man high in the back and drop him and, in the confusion, Wit would run back around the corner and hopefully live to somehow survive in the deep slums once more.
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 1:40 PM | Message # 14 |
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| Deschain pulled through the Force as he watched the Jedi's body consumed by the boiling duracrete that was slowly beginning to cool. The tug through the Force brought the saber to his hand, where it was added to a growing collection that included that of Jed Dexier, the former Inquisitor Animus and now, Camden Solis... whoever he'd been. Kicking the hand over the side of the catwalk, he added the refuse to that which lay below. The Jedi was all but forgotten now. It had been an easy matter to disperse the rabble, though he was aware of the losses he'd taken among his troops.
On the ground below, Colonel Proul had seen the fall of the Jedi and his death. His accounting for his troops had been completed an he looked skywards at the triumphant High Inquisitor. "Another job well done for the Emperor, sir! We've got a few wounded that will require evacuation but-" Proul's voice cut off as Wit's laser bolt slammed home. The boy's hands had been shaky, and it was just enough to make a difference. Instead of high in the back, the single laser shot impacted the Colonel in the rear of his helmet, super-heating his skull and exploding out the front through his visor in a splatter of gore. Proul crumpled to the ground.
Above on the catwalk, Deschain's vision snapped up to where the shooter had fired from. Forty meters, he judged it. It was a long throw, but there was something to be done, now. Proul had been with Deschain a very long time, since before the events at Volus, and while Deschain had no real friends, the Colonel had been about the closest the High Inquisitor had to a confidant. His grip changed on his lightsaber and he hurled it outwards, holding it active through the Force. Out and down like a javelin it flew, powered by all the rage Deschain could muster. If his aim was true, it would spear the boy through the gut, whereupon Deschain would call it back to his hand and leave the boy to bleed out. There was something to be said for loyalty, as Proul had demonstrated so many times, and loyalty was to be repaid.
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| Camden_Solis | Date: Tuesday, 08 May 2012, 1:43 PM | Message # 15 |
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| Wit was startled by the accuracy of his shot and frozen into immobility for a moment. That moment was about to cost him as the red arrow seemed to strike from nowhere, burning through his small frame and out his back before being violently ripped back out to whence it had come. Unable to scream through the agony, Wit dropped his weapon and fell back to the side of the barrier, vanishing from the Imperials' sight, hopefully. If they did not pursue him, it was an even tossup as to whether he would perish or if some kind soul would take him in and hopefully aid him. All he knew at that moment was the pain that consumed him before he blacked out.
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