"Good day, Paul Oriel. Duke Cale is unavailable at the time. I will let him know you arrived when he returns."

He moved over to a little way from the camera, then moved back. "I'm just going to plant Mr Drasek a nice plant okay Mr Robot friend?" he took from his pocket a spraycan of lubricant and sprayed it into the lock of the door. "Here you go little friend, have some nice lubricating oil, looks like Mr Drasek skimps on this a bit!"

He moved around then to the side of the school, taking with him his cupcakes. He took from his pocket a wroshyr tree seed and set it down next to him, digging a little soil up, right next to the schools wall, and placing the seed within. He then stepped back, concentrating with the force, feeling its roots spread, its shoots budding through the surface and the tree begin to grow.

Its roots began to spread under the school as Paul concentrated all his energy into the plant surge, and the trunk began to thicken, the roots extending under the school further and thickening, displacing the soil around. So concentrated was Paul on helping the growing of the tree that he completely failed to see the cracks spreading in the wall of the school as the force assisted tree worked its way below the foundations and tendrils of roots found tiny cracks, expanding and rapidly spreading cracks up the building.

After a little while he looked up to see the cracks and stepped back...

"Oh dear."

He shook his head, looking at the tree growing almost diagonally out of the ground from the school, its roots having destabilised the foundations. Paul smiled amiably and walked back to the door droid.

"I think I broke your wall, but no worries, I will fix it for you."

Paul Gemmell


Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
Poet
Player of Lutes

Less than one-point-zero-zero-three seconds after this revelation, no fewer than six recessed and now revealed stun turrets opened fire on him thrice each. With such concentration on the seed as he had; enough that the Force was not likely being used to scan for dangers, especially around the home here, and with concentration that would not even allow the notice of the damage to the building, he most likely would not notice the silent emplacements until they fired.

Arrayed around the school's outer layer (and indeed, some hidden beneath the ground outside the school), the turrets were a first-line defense. Not all were stunners either, as he might see as a pair of less happy repeater turrets opened up from just above the stunning pair. these were the lighter turrets. The larger laser cannons below ground were not even needed.

He ducked and rolled several meters to the side, causing the stun shots to wing to his left, activating his lightsaber in the process, pointing it at the pair of turrets and concentrating. Through the Force he cast a beam of lightning (Ionize), having been taught by Master Skywalker this was the best way to deal with droids, the energy struck the immobile turret, then leapt to the other, and the activating blaster turrets before crackling away, having given it a large enough measure of energy to disable for the forseeable future the pair of systems.

Paul shouted down his perpetually open comm as he focused his energy and spread his legs into a defensive stance, holding up his lightsaber ready to deflect any further bolts "H8! Drasek's house is attacking me, Let Master Skywalker know."

Paul Gemmell


Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
Poet
Player of Lutes

"tresspasser, you are advised to remain at a distance from this residence. further attempts to encroach upon this property will be met with lethal force. this is your only warning."

it would, of course, be up to oriel now to decide the best course of action, which likey would involve leaving and waiting for cale to return.

The charges went up just as he hit the ground, blasting a massive hole in the side of the School of Hidden Wisdom, sending masonry flying hundreds of meters. After a few seconds of rolling explosions a smoking, smouldering hole a couple of meters high was in the side of the ground floor of the school.

Paul Gemmell


Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
Poet
Player of Lutes

"Gentlemen! The Revolution is at hand! Now is the time brothers! Now we strike the first blow."

Men under Red Flags were quickly on the march, around 30 under two flags, members of the Vanguard Party moving towards Drasek's house, a some armed with Blasters, some with repeaters and a couple with heavier blasting weapons

Ulyanov took his chance to slip out the rear of his HQ and be carried away by underground sympathisers, watching the men advance towards the school and shaking his head as the speeder zipped away into the traffic.

As the Revolutionaries advanced on the School they sang

"Arise, wretched of the earth
Arise, convicts of hunger
Reason thunders in its crater
This is the eruption of the end
Of the past let us wipe the slate clean
Enslaved masses, arise, arise
The world is about to change its foundation
We are nothing, let us be all
This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Interplanetarie
Will be the eternal race"

The Forces of the The Baltimn Revolutionary Movement for Change, Hope, Prosperity, Economic Equality marched upon the House singing in unison striding together weapons leveled forwards. The leader of the group carrying a Hammer and flag, urging them forwards, seeing the breach in the house as they advanced forward in three unevenly spaced lines.

One ran ahead of the others, a young boy carrying the second flag, his name was Alfred, he had slaved for years after the death of his mother, and his evil uncle inheriting the family business. Growing up he had been beaten in his uncles workshop before being forced onto the streets as a guttersnipe, eventually gaining exploitative employment in a factory. But he had one dream, the dream of the fall of the Capitalists and the freedom of the people, the dream that those with nothing like he might one day be free. One day he dreamed that his brothers and sisters might be united in equality and happiness. The rest of the formation accelerated as they saw the blonde haired child weeping with joy at the hour of victory, the end of the economic slavery, his big blue eyes filled with hope and elation.

"tresspassers, you have been warned a second time. leave the area immediately or risk injury to yourself."

the group would have ten seconds to begin a retreating movement before three other such banks on the side of the school facing them would reveal and open fire with extreme prejudice. of course, with no need yet, the weapons underground that they unknowlingly marched upon would remain silent and still.

A dozen broke away from the main group proceding to the door and firing blaster bolts into the control circuits. The leader of the group hammering at the door with his sledgehammer.

A group of five took their pistols in hands and fired grapnels onto the roof, taking the second flag (as the first was heading through the breach with the boy) and began to ascend to the roof, the flag fluttering as it was pulled with the group up, they scurried onto the roof and set the flag in the middle, waving it so the nearby communities could see that the time was now. The group on the roof fired blaster rounds into the air to emphasise their point! Their song soaring on the wind.

It was all so unfortunate.

The members inside screamed with anguish at the death of the boy firing at the turret and scoring several hits before they were all sythed down, like heroes of old they had died heroically, martyrs for the cause, a pile of bodies slumped around the door, the breach now slick with blood, none having made it more than 10 meters inside the equipment store which had been blasted into.

Of the group at the door, they also suffered a similar fate, being struck in the back and from above, they all died, and fought until their last. Being forced back into the doorway they had attempted to break down, but there was no escape through that blast door. Quickly there were just a few left alive, one charging towards the nearest turret, blaster rounds striking his core and inflicting immense pain, he screamed as he brought the hammer down onto the turrets barrel, causing the turret to malfunction as it attempted to fire with a bent barrel, resulting in a small explosion as the hero slumped down dead next to it. The last few on the ground kept up their fire.

The five living beings on the roof sent out an SOS, one firing from above at a pair of turrets on the ground with a PLX, but quickly expending his two rounds he threw it away and retreated back to the flag on the roof. No turrets being able to hit them due to the overhanging roof, they lay flat and waved the flag a little.

After some minutes the engine was fired up and readied to go, it began to hover unsteadily at first into the air before getting into its stride and manouvering a wide circle, moving towards the school with his shields powered up.. looking for survivors.

Paul Gemmell


Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
Poet
Player of Lutes