a secondary function of the droid brain alerted the nearest authority station to send help as quickly as possible.

"Mr Drasek does not have a very nice house does he Clanky?" paul said to the computer, who replied with a stereotypical butler voice "Two cannibals are eating a clown, one looks to the other and says "Does this taste funny to you" ha ha ha". Paul just shook his head "Youve been thinking that up a while Old friend?"

Paul brought the freighter hovering close to the roof after eliminating the threatening turrets and dropped the ramp, also dropping the particle shields and speaking over a loudhailer to the people outside "Climb aboard friends, I dont want any more deaths"

Paul Gemmell


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

The computer designated the location of the turrets on the ground and he sped away, the aft firing missile launchers sending a quad of Concussion missiles to impact on some of the turrets, after some evasive manouvers he rolled the freighter around again and powered up the light turbolasers, firing them down at the turrets, not only destroying them but turning to glass and twisted metal them and the ground around them. All the while the other gunnery, ion and blaster chattered away... finally putting a stop to the turreted threat.

Old Friend replied with a happy jibe, enjoying being operated again "One electron was talking to another and said "I lost one of my electrons, the other one replies, "Are you sure?" The atom says: "I'm positive!""

Paul opened his communicators on New Republic emergency frequencies "Help! Drasek Cale, Duke of Baltimn's house defenses are slaughtering dozens of people! This is Jedi Knight Paul Oriel and I authorise you to come to help!"

Paul Gemmell


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

picking up the communication from the freighter, lieutenant richard parker, baltimn security forces, who was on his way with a speeder of said security forces, replied through the communicator to the jedi.

"we copy your transmission. i advise leaving the area and landing at the spaceport. we've already received information regarding an assault on duke cale's complex. if possible, can you assist in the apprehension of any vandals still on the premesis? the aid of a jedi would be appreciated."

He returned to the freighter a few moments later, rolling down the ramp an Ion Pulse missle, not having a launcher for it he had worried it would never come to a use. The ship took off and maintained station, orbiting the school a couple of hundred meters away. He rolled it to the breach in the wall and then concentrated the force, picking the missile up he opened the circuit on the side and pressed the activation button before tossing it through the breach with the force and causing it to detonate in the bottom floor of the school.. causing all circuitry in there to be fried so he could check for survivors.

As he did so he took cover away from the breach incase any excess ion energy flooded out.

Paul Gemmell


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

by the time oriel had launched his ionizing warhead into the school, it was too late. a mere half second before the ion blast fried the droid brain, all four explosives detonated. oriel, with the force, had a chance to survive the explosion, as well as well as the pieces of building that were hurled everywhere as the school seemed first to lift off and then erupt from within, utterly destroyed as it hurled flaming pieces for nearly a mile around. of any items from the interior, nothing was left recognizable.

He fumed for a moment, remembering each death in his mind.. before calming himself. He moved up to the Neimoidian command and spoke quickly to the duty officers, reporting Drasek Cale's poorly designed defences had caused what was at best a negligent manslaughter, and at worse outright murder.

Paul Gemmell


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

This would all be unnecesarry however, for moments before, the School had spectacularly exploded. Immediatly, they went into action however, with the Scorpions assuming positions on the four corners of the property and deploying their troops. Meanwhile, the Samsons ciricled the area, and the Scorpion codenamed Pelican moved in for a closer look. "Big Cat, this is Pelican, the School of Hidden Wisdom is destroyed...apparently by bombing. Judging from the explosion, it was internal, possibly a self-destruct protocol. Boots are on the ground and investigating." he said. At headquarters, the Captain shook his head and forwarded a report back to the Neimoidian Command on the explosion.

interrupting the jedi's complaint, the colonel tried to calm him. "sir, let me begin by saying that while this was a tragedy, we received data from the house including video footage of vandals not departing after being warned. while the defenses were quite extreme, baltimn has no laws against such. however, mr. oriel, you did assist in the destruction of private property."

the colonel shook the effects of the force-laced words and spoke again to the jedi.

"respectfully sir, the duke is not a bad man. if you will not cooperate, i will see to it that the ambassador contacts the jedi enclave about you. you had a part in that massacre as well. if not for your actions, the team could have deactivated the security using codes provided to us by duke cale in the event of an accident.

"have a pleasant day, sir."