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Darth Daddicus = 140



"There are still lights blinking on that ship! Aid the remaining starfighter's assault by focusing an ion blast on the area of their attack!"

Darth Daddicus = 140



"Very nice! Wait. There's still some bits of it left. Send in that little runt from Redemption who's always begging for an opportunity to prove himself worthy of the Dark Side. He's been getting on my nerves. Inform the emperor that the spacelanes are clear in this sector and we are ready to begin planetary bombardment at his nearest convenience!"

Voss - Battlegrounds

In the time that Locolvictum was waiting, he was beset by enemies. The local militia was persistent, he could say that much. Locolvictum had already drawn his blaster and continually firing it in hand and in the other hand was his dual bladed lightsaber that he was using as a guard from enemy blaster fire and anyone that tried to get close.

A small smile was found upon his lips when he heard the Emperors voice.

"Well I can't say as much, for out here. The enemy has a home field advantage which has prevented any major advances. Excuse me for a moment." Locolvictum said, leaving the comm open. He then cut down one of the militia that tried to attack him in melee combat.

"As I was saying," Locolvictum said, getting back on topic. The sound of blaster fire and death could clearly be heard in the comm now. "I have fought the Jedi back and forced them to flee the field." A half lie. "I am a bit worse for wear because of it, but I think I tracked there location, sending coordinates now." Locolvictum said, then he realized that he was too busy to actually do it. All he could actually do is open another comm channel. Well he did just that.

"Sarlacc squad send the Emperor that corrdinates, I am a little busy at the moment to actually send it. And Moon squad give me some support for crying out loud! I don't care how just do it!"

Voss - On Board Epoch Wren

Things did seem quieter on the battlefield after the bombardment... perhaps that was a last ditch effort to buy time? At any rate, Corvin would need to know what was going on in the sky before they made any more sudden moves. He put a hand on Elyria's shoulder before she departed. "Be safe" he said, pausing for the briefest of moments before he turned on his heel and made his way to the Epoch Wren.

The engines were hot, the familiar hum still more comforting than the earth of a planet, and he bounded up the ramp and onto his ship... only to slide a few inches before coming to a stop. Looking down, he saw several puddles of liquid on the deck. He crouched long enough to wipe some up with his middle finger and rub it with his thumb, then whipped off his helmet so he could smell it. "Bacta..." he muttered. It formed a trail around the main corridor, deviating unsteadily from being left by someone lost, injured, or both. "De'Avril!" he shouted back toward the bridge...

"Yeah!" she yelled back, "Your young friend spooked and drained the tank!"

"Any word from the Windu?"

"Nothing good! I've already dispatched FUBAR to tell the others... we need to get offworld NOW!"

"Damn." Corvin muttered, following the trail of slippery liquid down the corridor in pursuit of Zara, whom at the very least he knew didn't leave the ship. "I hate it when I'm right!"


The peace and tranquility which allowed Elyria to summon her thoughts toward her master was broken suddenly and rudely by a hovering Astromech droid, black with a red racing stripe and whistling profanities in it's own binary language as guards attempted to waylay it, but it had a message and it was meant only for her.

FUBAR burst into the chamber, then hovered to a stop at the foot of Ka'all's bed and projected a holo of De'Avril's face, the Twi'lek woman clearly distraught as she announced "The Je'daii ships have fallen! By the time you get this, what's left of them will be burning up in atmo..." the face turned away from the holorecorder, then back a moment later. "No ships have left the surface, so The Emperor must still be down there. I suggest we get off world before he does, or we'll be smeared across a crater when the bombardment resumes!" The droid's instructions were clear, but he followed the command with the simplicity of purpose his kind was built for, and the message began to play again...



Corvin knocked on the window of the escape pod. "Why don't you put that cauterizer down..." he said said with a Scoundrel's grin, loud enough to be heard through the bulkhead. "Suicide is not the answer, I promise!" He meant it as a joke, but was ready to disarm her with the Force if she actually did try something like that. After a moments pause, he realized that if she tried to respond to him telepathically, without physical contact and through two plates of airlock, he probably wouldn't sense it. "Come on out of there, and we'll patch you up properly!"

Voss - On Board Epoch Wren

Dawson had followed the jeda'ii aboard the mans ship making careful mental notes about the modifications and design of the ship. True they were on the same side now but he was unsure of what to expect in the next few days. He had a feeling they would be on the same side but let was willing to leave nothing to chance.

"Your young friend spooked and drained the tank!"
He wanted to laugh but if she was in as bad of condition as the command center had been showing she was in real trouble.

"Why don't you put that cauterizer down...Suicide is not the answer, I promise!"

Dawson shook his head before he knocked on the escape pod aswell "Zara it's Dawson come on out and i'll get you back to the Delirium." He smiled letting himself radiate an overwhelming sense of serenity, he hoped it would reach into the pod he had never tried it through closed spaces. "And once we get you back in prime form, I think i'll take you up on a one on one sparing match, if you catch my drift." he slipped his thumb through a belt loop and winked very much aware that she could not see him but old habits die hard.

Voss - On Board Epoch Wren

The sudden banging on the escape pod startled Zara, and she jumped up, hissing in pain and clutching her side. She glared at the direction of the voice. It was the young man from before, the one they called Corvin. He had been the last person she had seen before she blacked out Was he the one responsible for all of this?
Her brow furrowed in annoyance at his words. As if her trying to seal her own wounds was suicide! Going with him would be suicide! Whatever they were going to do... capture her, torture her, interrogate her, humiliate her... it was much better for her to stay in here. Even death was better than being captured. She would never allow that to happen to her again, never.
Just then she heard a second voice, one all too familiar to her. Dawson? Had they captured him too? No... he seemed alright. She could feel a rush of calmness mellowing her racing, frantic thoughts and paranoia.
She laboriously unlocked and opened the hatch of the escape pod, allowing room for one more person to enter. She was currently trembling in the corner, her starched white medical gown stained red, as she pressed a bundle of bloodied gauze to her wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding.
Zara smiled sheepishly, holding the pen-sized laser cauterizer out to Dawson with her free hand.
Have you used one of these things before? I'd do it myself but I was... drugged. Can't see straight. You're the only one here I almost trust.
Of course she conveniently left out the part where she was the one who accidentally drugged herself.