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Corruo, Hangar Bay

Smoke roiled out of two of the TIE fighters. Cadets, troopers and deckhands were already attempting to clear out some of the mess. Sephis growled. He was about to begin assisting in moving some of the debris when he spotted an old... The best word Sephis could come up with was acquaintance. Lieutenant Morbella hadn't followed his orders.

"Lieutenant!"

About a dozen heads turned to look up at him. Sephis marched over to Morbella, and another soldier helping her move off, hooking his lightsaber onto his belt clip.

Naboo/ Outside the Flower Girl’s House

The Jedi Master could feel the conflicting emotions running through Sam, it was becoming clearer that she was still not able to hide or control her emotions yet. He could feel her slight shudder from his touch and he almost pulled away until she visually calmed herself. Watching her look around, her eyes darting back and forth a sure sign she was thinking, Ronyo had a good feeling she was trying to puzzle something out. The Jedi still didn’t know what Sam had been through or where she had been for the past years but right now did not seem the time to ask.

Ronyo did put on a smile a bit as she asked to stay for the funeral. Not at the notion of the funeral but at the notion of time. Time was one thing that at the moment they had one their side for at the moment things seemed to be moving slowly throughout the galaxy. Even then something as important as a funeral, time could be found for it.

“Take all the time you need Sam, and I will stay as long as you would like me to. If you have question I will do my best to answer them, and those I can’t answer I have a feeling the force can,” Ronyo held his smile, “But that is something that can wait until you’re ready,” Ronyo made his way into the speeder and Omega followed jumping into the back seat and seeming to nod his head to Warren’s wrapped body, “After you,” Ronyo said holding open the small door to the passenger’s seat.

Corruo


Morbella's eyes squeeze closed as she bristled at the tone that her rank was shouted in, from a voice that she recognized instantly, and she stopped with Barock. He turned, too, but she knew that the call was directed at her.

"Sith spit." He muttered as they turned as one, keeping his voice low.

"Go ahead, Barock. He's talking to me." She said, regretting even as she spoke that she wouldn't be able to use him as either a crutch or a shield by sending him away, but knowing that she should. "See who's still standing and give the debriefing for our action in the hangar, will ya?" Same rank, Barock could give any report with the same authority she could and, in this case, he wouldn't be tied up in the bantha fodder hole she'd dug.

Orange eyes flickering across the hangar, looking for a familiar blonde head, Morbella straightened and stood at attention while the Sith marched his way towards her.

"Like hell. You can't order me around anymore, Lieutenant." Barock said, standing beside her. "If his business is with you then he'll dismiss me, but until then I'm beside you."

Morbella grimaced at his words, but accepted them with a silent shrug. Your funeral.

With red-rimmed eyes Sam looked at Ronyo and Omega both gratefully before joining them on the speeder. A cold hand of dread had settled over her guts, and the closer that the task at hand came to being complete the tighter it held. "The family is in Theed, near the palace. There are town homes there reserved for politicians.She said softly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Now she needed peace, and quiet, and she took it in the wind as they departed the house. She didn't feel anything at leaving it in the state it was in, not only because the authorities would process it but because her home was, or had been, with Warren - not a thatched roof, stone walls and fine, soft sheets. The hair whipped at her face as they went, and out of instinct more than practicality she reached up and began braiding it in Dathomirian style, only realizing part-way through what the style was.

Good-bye. She said to the flower girl and, finishing the braids, she closed her eyes and leaned in to rest her head on Ronyo's shoulder as he piloted the speeder. Homeless and heartless, or feeling so, his presence still provided the same old warmth and comfort it had always brought her.

Corrup


Mobella winced visibly at the lash of anger that hit her like a slap, but before she spoke back to the Sith she spoke to Barock first. There was no question to who Sephis was addressing."Get out of here." They were the same rank, true, but she was his commanding officer still.

Without giving in to a show of embarrassment or broken pride, she leveled a cold scowl back to the Darth. "Yes, I do." She answered calmly. "I'm here because my unit is here, and I'm their commanding officer. If they're ordered to apprehend a rogue vessel, then I'm ordered to apprehend a rogue vessel, unless the Admiral has me on suspension or leave."

She paused, and added. "I'm not going to waste time deciding which orders I should follow in some hallway while my men are being ordered into combat, so I made a judgement call." Unless Sephis had sequestered a direct order from the Admiral himself to suspend her from her command, she knew damn well that she wasn't out of line to be there with her men on an order that came from the Brass. She should know, anyways, since she'd been covering her a** for long enough.

[ To Anaxes ]

The Sith eyes Rokumasu critically, before the cool expression on her face drops and is replaced by cheerfulness. She laughs - really laughs - and it's a jovial sound and Rikka's thoroughly entertained then. When the laughter subsides to quiet giggles, she agrees with Rokumasu. "You're right," she concedes a little breathlessly. "I think I did leave Reimus in another cell. Pity. I'm sure he'll make his way to Anaxes on his own, eventually, and you can meet him then." She hardly keeps a straight face before dissolving into laughter again.

It's a few moments more before she finally calms down enough to make a mockery (in her own perspective, at least, it's a mockery) of assuaging Rokumasu's seeming discomfiture at being the wrong man broken out. "But don't worry about me -- it was no trouble breaking you out. In fact, it's a hobby of mine. One of my tamer ones," she adds with a sharp smile.

Settling back into a chair, Rikka tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder and begins to braid it. For the sake of her illusion, she'd left it down -- apparently Armina Rahl prefers letting her brown hair hang free, and it was easier for Rikka to do the same -- but Rikka prefers hers in a braid. It's efficiency reminds her of the old days, where she wore a braid and then coiled it at the base of her skull because it was the best way to keep blood out of her hair.

"If you don't mind me asking," Rikka says conversationally, because, after all, it's a long way to Anaxes, "What landed you in a Republic holding cell?"

To Anaxes

"A misunderstanding, between myself and a couple of Republic soldiers."

Rokumasu made it a point not to be anymore specific than that. Paranoid or not, he didn't like the situation he was in. There were too many unanswered, and intentionally avoided, questions for him to even begin to like what was going on. He had asked for her name two or three times now, and both times she had not given an answer. He knew that pressing the question wouldn't help, nor did it really matter, at this point. Even if he did, there's no guarantee that she wouldn't just lie, and he had no way to prove or disprove whatever claims she made to an identity. The only clue he had that told him that this was even her true appearance was the relaxation in her actions.

On top of everything else, she didn't seem concerned that her target, this Reimus, could still be in Republic custody somewhere. Not only that, but the fact that she had escaped with someone else didn't seem to phase her either. She even went as far as to claim that breaking criminals out of jail was one of her "tamer hobbies". The more he thought about it, the less he liked it. Roku even began to question whether he should have tried to resist and escape her, eventually being recaptured by the soldiers. That entire situation had become such a scrambled mess, and even now he wasn't sure what the outcome of either decision would have been, or what it could be. He stopped investigating it when he remembered that he left with her, fearing that she had the ability to take him with her.

It's a shame... What could have been one of the most important decisions of my life wasn't even mine to make.

"If you are so confident that he will be alright on his own, why bother coming for him in the first place?"

The Corruo - Hangar Bay

With a steady pace, the woman approached the Hangar Bay from the entrance on the other side. A soldier stand at attention and she can vaguely hear him say something about the door still being locked down, but he only needs a moment to activate them again. She doesn't really listen to him, not slow her pace as she seemingly ignores his presence, yet he still crashes into the wall hard enough for the sound of his snapping bones to reverberate throughout the hall along with her footsteps.

With a loud thump the blast-door trembles, as does to the floor. When a second thump follows, the doors forcefully bend outwards to the hangar bay. With the third, and last, the blast is visibly seen bursting through the hangar bay as the doors are pushed out with force, ripping through multiple ships before they come down.

Her hand still twitched from the blasts fired as she entered. Her eyes slid over the hangar bay floor, ignoring everyone she was not looking for, not finding them as expected. She had lost her temper, something which she very rarely did and had not done since she was a child. Now however, the possibility of conflict for which she had been deeply craving over the past five years, had slipped through her fingers.

She was sick and tired of sitting about, doing nothing, fighting nobody worthy. The power she had felt coming from this hangar had ignited a deep and strong desire to crush it, to have whatever radiated such force, flat on the ground, with eyes begging for any sign of mercy. She needed something to test her strength against. She demanded it.

"Why is it that the one with power is no longer here!?"

Her voice was projected throughout the entirety of Hangar bay twenty-three. Her tone seemed calm enough, though at the end of her sentence her voice strained enough to hint at the dangerous undertone. Those she would deem responsible, were surely to face the full force of her pent up need to dampen her bloodlust, probably even those who were just simply near her. She cared nothing for all this military personnel or equipment and vehicles and she would not be shy about letting them know.