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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 2:08 am
The Corruo Irella
The blonde paced before the rows of officers and other high ranking personnel from aboard the Corruo. She had not told them anything of why she had brought them here, not even having said a word since they had arrived. She merely seemed to observe them, yet at the same time, didn't really seem to be looking at any of them. Not directly, at least.
The way Irella walked by them was almost awkwardly relaxed, so to speak. She did not seem commanding, or dangerous at all. She moved about in almost such a playful manner, that were it not for her being dressed in red leather battle armor, one might've dismissed her presence as that of a child. Definitely not the stature one would expect from the one that had bested their Empress.
That fight had tired her out, though, immensely so. That was part of the reason behind her demeanor, in truth, when people were uncomfortable or baffled by your uncaring behavior, they tended not to see just how tired you were.
"Captain Windle, would you like to step forward, please." Irella suddenly turned her attention to about halfway the row she was standing in front, playfully motioning for him to come. The captain hesitantly moved forward and stepped out before the group.
"Such naughty thoughts you have, Captain..." Irella spoke, faking a tone of disappointment. "Thinking me weak, thinking you could just shoot poor little me in the back and be hailed a hero by your 'would-be' Empress."
The Captain, with eyes like a krugga deer caught in oncoming headlights, tried to reach for his blaster in a panick. Irella calmly laid her hand on his wrist and as she did, he seemed almost frozen on the spot, if not for the sound of his frightened breathing.
"You wish to play?" She asked him, her other hand playfully stroking past his chin, before moving it to the back of his head. "....then let's play."
She pulled him towards her, kissing him on the lips, as the grip on his wrist tightened painfully. It was not a teasing act, nor playful, but the way she pulled him towards her it was done almost hungrily so, like a predator on prey. His body seemed to be fighting an invisible force that would not allow him to move, that was until he started convulsing in her hold. Skin tightened around muscle and bone, as within a matter of seconds the young captain seemed to age rapidly well beyond the years of human lifespan.
Irella dropped the husk of a body on the floor, her eyes darting through the crowd. No longer playful in appearance, but like a wild animal ready to tear apart anyone that would try to run. Seconds seemed to take an eternity to pass, before Irella slowly composed herself, her stance once more calm as she licked her lips, while surveying the people standing before her. Then she laughed.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners... I do wish to keep things civil." She smirked down at the corpse on the floor. "How about you promise not to think of trying to kill me and I won't actually have to kill you, alright?" She added, smiling like a parent promising a treat to her children if they behaved. For a just brief moment she wondered how Mab kept up with this act, of always seeming so dangerously on the edge of... oh right, that wasn't an act. She had to hold back a giggle as she stood up straight, hands behind her back as if to all of a sudden address the entire crowd in formal.
"Now, which of you fine men and women would be in charge of running the Bridge?"
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The Corruo - Holding cell on the bridgeEnsis
Hands bound behind her back, the fallen Empress still sat on her knees, seething. Her appearance was no longer one of perfect beauty, as the force no longer masked her appearance. Scars adorned a large part on the right side of her face, shoulder and arm, looking as wounded as she felt. Despite of this, the expression on her face was as defiant and regal as ever. Though she could not see what was going on at the front of the bridge, she could still hear and sense it and it only served to anger her more.
Why were her subordinates lining up like meak little bantha cubs at the request of this woman, compliant to her demands in the name of Darth Venia. They should be fighting, not surrendering. To be gathering every soldier they could find and whipe the ship clean of every filth who wasn't loyal to her. She had to escape and re-group... at any cost.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 11:54 am
Naboo - Theed
Kal's CO got bored with listening to mundane radio traffic and put on some music, Aubade, a favorite of theirs. It was infectiously rhythmic, even on low volume. Several sectors away, Council traffic picked up, and transmission traffic forthwith. The Royal Advisory Council had packed up for the night, from another of their after-hours sessions. No one really knew what went on in most of them. Much of the RAC's meetings were security-sensitive, and sessions were closed to the media. Kal recalled his meeting with the Queen, and the alarm in the Council over his own role with the Royal Security Forces, among other things. In all likelihood they'd been talking about him over there. Well, at least a little. Kal frowned, fingers tapping absently on the dashboard to the rhythms.
"You want to go shopping with me tomorrow if we get a spare half hour?" Assenava Ecir, Kal's CO, suggested. "I need a new outfit or two."
"What do you need a new outfit for?" Kal asked.
"I've got a date," Assenava answered with a shrug.
"Oh..."
"What... You thought I was going to enter a prolonged period of post-relationship celibacy?" Assenava asked, flashing Kal a sideways look.
"Hey, I'm the slut here," Kal said, making Assenava grin. "I thought we were on the same page with that. Who's the guy?"
Kal glanced back out at the hypnotic view of Theed at night time as the airspeeder performed a slow bank on autopilot. For a moment, the ground rose up on the airspeeder's side, and he could like straight down onto a maze of streets. It was a beautiful and relaxing spectacle.
"Girl... Aivlys Zepol, troubleshooter technician in maintenance... She helps with the suit calibration sometimes," Assenava explained. "You've met her."
"Yeah, you ever thought of going out with someone more your own size?" Kal asked, recalling a tall woman with long brown hair.
"No way... I like tall," Assenava assured him. "Tall's nice. No offense..."
"I'm taller than you," Kal replied with a smile.
"Who isn't?" Assenava giggled. "Anyway, I asked her today just before training. I've always liked her."
The airspeeder leveled out, gently wobbling past the blazing side of a tower. Kal raised an eyebrow, faintly, eyes not leaving the view. The alarm bleeper cut off his thought. On the horizon, something bright caught Kal's eye. He looked and his eyes widened. Kal pointed, and Assenava looked, too. She swore, breathlessly. A fireball climbed into the middle-distant sky. At two hundred meters it began to dissipate. On the RSF frequencies, chaos broke loose.
"Fierfek... Oh fierfek! That looks like a couple of kilos worth... Oh poodoo..."
Assenava reverted the auto-pilot to manual control, fed the destination directly toward the thick plume of black smoke and the airspeeder thrusted forward with impressive acceleration. It slid into a new lane with emergency beacons flashing on the navigation screen and traffic ahead slid out of the way. Assenava looked pale, Kal noted with interest. Incoming traffic was a garbled mess, saying something about boats and water traffic. A fire was being reported on a bridge. Kal could see it all now. There was a large river boat with its stern section ablaze, and what looked like a large section of river foreshore blackened. Very little had actually been blown away, though. Assenava stared wide-eyed at her display screen. Kal continued to scan calmly out the viewport.
"Fierfek, what'd they do?" Assenava breathed. "It wasn't on the boat, right? Just on the foreshore... That was one kriffing huge explosion..."
"Amateurs..."
Assenava stared at Kal. She could hardly breath while she was reasoning. Shouts and cries for assistance were howling over the frequencies. About fifty media outlets were simultaneously screaming for information on broader frequencies. The boat was big, perhaps capable of ferrying one hundred people.
"Oh fierfek!" Assenava swore again. "Don't tell me that's not serious!"
"No, they were serious," Kal assured her. "They were just stupid. That was a basic core bomb, backyard stuff, designed to create a big fireball without making a shockwave. It's mostly flammable chemicals and doesn't appear to generate much punch. Do you see any crater? There's no heavy debris in the explosion cloud, either. It looks like they took out some of the boat's windows, but those fires are mostly chemical. They won't catch."
There were people in the water, amid patches of flame. There was a splash as another boat occupant jumped, and then another. They were panicking, thinking the boat would sink. Kal shook his head in disbelief, scanning further, seeing a bridge overpass with a wrecked speeder, and more flames. The accident looked more serious. By the riverside, some trees were blazing like matches. A nearby building was missing some windows and the gardens were smoldering. Kal hoped no one had been walking alone the riverside when it went off, but the people in the boat should be fine if the fools didn't drown. Where did a couple of amateur pyrotechnicians hide when setting of a device of that size, though? Where would the attackers be if, as it seemed, they had been reading the instructions from the side of a box? In the pilot's seat, Assenava was engaged in a desperate conversation with someone on a frequency. Kal stretched out his feelings through the Force and went hunting. He allowed his instincts to guide him, racing through Theed, searching for any outward thoughts or feelings of anxiety that weren't in the immediate vicinity.
Kal unfocused slightly as Assenava continued shouting something into her comlink. They banked about another tower side. His eyes were half-focused on the chaos below them. There was a pause as Assenava broke off her conversation. He was internally focused on tracking down one particular person, racing through the mass of minds that comprised Theed.
"Back off," Kal said. "Keep us out of the mess. I think I've got something in the Jahai neighborhood."
"You think?" Assenava queried. "Jahai's fifteen minutes in the other direction."
"Just hold off for a second..."
The throb of repulsorlift declined as Assenava bled off their velocity, and the navigation computer blinked a query. Civilian traffic was being quickly rerouted, emergency programs overriding to keep the onlookers away, and their airspace rapidly clearing of company. There was another query from the navigation computer. Ahead, an emergency flyer had arrived in a howling downdraft of multiple repulsorlifts, the fire scene erupting with foaming spray. It smothered crowding civilians on the boat's foredeck, a sea of fending arms submerged by carpeting foam...
"Stang, Kal, what do you want?" Assenava asked. "If we go in now we might get something on the ground."
"There's nothing on the ground," Kal murmured. "It'll be crawling with suits in a few minutes, anyway..."
The foaming spry smothered crowding civilians on the boat's foredeck, a sea of fending arms submerged by carpeting foam... Someone had undoubtedly hacked a surveillance camera by now, which was illegal, of course. News media would have this footage. More people were jumping into the water, more frightened of the foam now than the fire. Assenava stared through the viewport, jaw open, hands fastened unthinkingly to the control grips.
"Oh, by the Queen's good nature... Oh fierfek..."
An airspeeders was landing, foam blowing every which way from the airspeeder's propulsion drives, struggling civilians in the water now whipped with flying spray and rippling chemical fires still alight. Personnel sprinted from landed airspeeders, leaping headfirst into the water after the swimmers. Nearby pleasure craft were maneuvering closer in to help. Someone was nearly run over. Another slipped and fell from an assisting hand, awkwardly. The airspeeder lifted away, perhaps warned of the havoc it was creating, and huge billows of greasy smoke blasted all with lung-choking mouthfuls. Assenava's hand had gone to her mouth, her voice weak. Behold the glory of Theed emergency services, with no real idea of how to handle an emergency. It did, Kal thought with tired irony, sum the place up rather well, and then he found the being he was looking for.
"Assenava, Jahai, right now..."
Assenava raised no word of protest. She merely set in the coordinates and let the emergency navigation program assign them the fastest course. The airspeeder banked steeply as it accelerated once more, up and away from the carnage of entangled, converging police. RSF and emergency units were now arriving, too. Still, the smoke billowed from riverside fires. Kal hoped someone would attend to the wrecked speeder on the bridge.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 12:39 pm
Corruo - Bridge
"Your Majesty, I thought I could be of assistance."
The words were out of Cidreau's mouth before he could think about what to say. Instinctively, he stepped forward. Glancing at the supposed 'Visum', who had just executed poor Captain Windle... Cidreau had neither heard of or nor met the man. His blood was still running cold from the sight of his corpse, though.
Cidreau carefully kneeled down and bowed his head, not out of respect but out of confusion. Cidreau already had his own ship. It was nothing in comparison to the Corruo, but it was a fine ship, indeed, and he already had command over a small strike force, so technically that was multiple capital ships. He had no need of an Eclipse-class Star Destroyer... But to possess one would give him immense power, both throughout the fleet and against the Alliance.
Was it worth parting ways with the crew of the Reborn to seize this opportunity? His opportunity? Long gone were the days of his ambition. As far as he was concerned, he'd already made it to the top. The only people above him were Sith or the Grand Admiral-- puppets chosen by reigning Emperor or Empress.
Cidreau was content with his command, knowing that of the Imperial ship captains and of the Admiralty, he still, as he approached old age, raised the bar of expectations in engagements. But his peers were often incompetent or frivolous, expending far more resources than was necessary to emerge victorious or sacrificing crew needlessly. If he oversaw the Corruo's, and furthermore, the Empire's war machines actions himself, he could secure a war that would bring the Empire swift victory. No longer would the Empire suffer recklessness or insubordination.
"I thought it prudent," Cidreau lied, "to offer to exchange my services from the ISD Reborn to your flagship... My Lady."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 10:43 pm
Naboo - Theed
"I don't think we'll call any backup for this one. Do you?"
"Poodoo no. They'll crash into each other and level a suburban block."
The repulsorlift whined powerfully. A slight bank pressed Kal forcibly into his seat, towers and speeding horizon leaning sideways. Assenava, Kal's CO, looked pale in the wash of speeding light from beyond the windows. A tower rushed by. She leveled out of the slight turn, and the downward pressure eased.
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not very surprised," Kal offered. "They don't exactly get a lot of business here."
"By Otoh Gunga, I don't want to talk about it," Assenava said, sounding decidedly shaken. "I was under the impression that I was working within a system that was actually capable of responding to emergencies without turning them into catastrophes. I'm suddenly terrified that this entire city is just one more stupid mistake away from wiping itself out."
Kal shrugged, observing their high-velocity perspective with interest. Air traffic was around them again, mostly above. Some were heading in the same direction they were, quickly overtaken and left behind at speed. Assenava glanced at the navigation screen. Jahai District was approching.
"It's a big city," Kal commented.
"All the more reason for terror..."
They had fifty seconds until arrival. Towers fled past the windows. Faint patches of rain came and went, lit yellow by streetlight. The airspeeder's holo-com beeped and Assenava hit receive. She then looked at Kal.
"Aelid..."
"Aelid, what are you doing?" asked a curious agent.
Kal realized that he couldn't exactly lie to a direct inquiry.
"I think I might have found our boat assailant in Jahai," Kal said reluctantly. "It might be nothing."
"Um... Well, that's funny, because I think I might have found something similar," the agent replied. "We'll compare notes later... Would you like some backup?"
"That depends," Kal responded.
"Oh stars, it's a kriffing nightmare, isn't it?" the agent asked, surprising Kal. "Um... Well, fair warning, Kal... I've already got some people onto it, but there's no Royal Security Forces available, unfortunately. They're all at the bombing or off elsewhere... Who knows?"
The agent gave a snort of nervous, tense laughter. He sounded, Kal thought, as if the whole thing would be quite darkly entertaining if it weren't so serious. Kal knew how the agent felt. Kal wasn't certain Assenava did.
"Who'd you get?" Kal asked, with trepidation.
"Royal Advisory Bureau... Please don't hurt me," the agent answered. "They were all that's available."
"What are you doing on an operations channel, anyway, agent...?"
"Agent Liera Nuber, at your service..."
"Don't you have something boring and meaningless you should be attending to?" Kal sneered.
"Look, don't pick on me, Kal," Agent Nuber said. "I'm just on work experience... Hey, I've got to go and mop some floors. Be careful..."
Kal outright grinned as the connection clicked off, and gave a snort of laughter, shaking his head. The airspeeder was slowing, bleeding velocity amid a brief, buffeting turbulence. Assenava scanned the way ahead.
"How did he know your first name?" Assenava asked.
"I don't know and I don't care," Kal answered. "He's a pain, but he's hilarious."
"Where do you want to go?" Assenava asked as the airspeeder climbed slightly into a regular skylane. "Kal..."
The airspeeder banked low across the Jahai skyline. The major river bend that was the central Langua itself, broad and mirror with gleaming reflections, was visible below. Kal had briefly lost direct connection to the person he had located amidst conversation, but he could still sense that they were nearby. He focused on locating them again. Eyes blurred as the airspeeder swung above the river bend, violating regular skylanes on emergency privilege as Kal let the Force guide him, flashing through mountains of thoughts and emotions. He sought thought patterns or variations on the anxiety he felt earlier... Assenava eyed the navigation screen, looking at trajectories headed out form Jahai as the Langua River swung away beneath them. Midlevel towers loomed ahead, around a bend where the Langua River curved back upon itself. Luxury apartments overlooked the gleaming waters...
"Just a second..."
"Kal... Kal, I'm running out of airspace here," Assenava insisted. "Even emergency privilege doesn't like me below fifty meters anywhere up here. There's too much high-rise development."
"Got it..."
Kal had a clear telepathic fix with the person he was looking for and keyed in the new trajectory into the navigation screen manually. Assenava blinked, sent instructions to central control and cleared them for a new course. She swung the airspeeder about with a narrow-eyed glance through the windscreen. Faint green lines illustrated the holographic heads-up display. The airspeeder leveled out once more, humming at barely forty meters as it headed back along the rive. Bridges spanned the width, glistening stretches of light across the mirror surface. Kal fixed his eyes on the building, two blocks in from the river up ahead.
"For star's sake, Kal, that's spooky," Assenava muttered. "You're omniscient."
"Get used to it," Kal said. "See the building?"
"Yeah, I've got it," Assenava replied.
It was a lower level residential building, merely twelve stories, with balconies and broad glass. It was relatively inexpensive for Theed. Kal's observations caused him to lose focus. His telepathic link broke. Assenava banked them in over the side of the river, losing velocity as they drew near. She brought them gliding close, and dropping level, repulsorlift throbbing on hover pulse.
"Tenth floor... This one here, overlooking the river..."
"This one?" Assenava asked.
Kal looked beyond the window reflection. The room looked empty, unlit and untidy, with plants that hadn't been watered on the balcony.
"Got anything...?"
"Nothing... Looks like they're gone... Door please..."
Kal scanned the building for their mystery person again, but he sensed nothing. There was a clack and a whine as the airspeeder door heaved open. Panel lights blinked a red indication of over safety restraints overridden... A breeze blew in and the abrupt, loud throbbing of engines echoes off the building side here at the tenth-storey level, buzzing the balcony glass. The airspeeder performed a gentle sideways slide as Assenava's hands moved on the controls. Kal unfastened his belt, checked his blaster, grabbed the door rim with both hands and performed a careful leap. He landed smoothly on the balcony between a deckchair and potted plants, controlling the impact with the transparisteel door. Speaking of which, the door was locked. It was a mechanical lock, nothing that a lightsaber couldn't hack. Kal unhooked his melee weapon and flashed the saber through the lock with a hiss. He then gave the handle a sharp yank. The door leaped back on its runners. The apartment room beyond was, indeed, empty. Kal's vision tracked about the bare walls.
There was a made bed in the right corner. A dresser stood alongside it with a small interface terminal in the wall. Kal walked over and stared at it. He strained his eyes to the most sensitive extreme, squinting slightly. There was a faint rectangular mark on the dresser bench, near the terminal, like someone had used a portable device here. There was nothing special in that under other circumstances. Kal turned around. A cool breeze billowed the curtains, alight with the blinking flare of running lights from the airspeeder. The repulsorlift whine was nearly deafening, and he saw a clear mark on the wall. The mark was a handprint, but there was nothing to indicate the apartment had been lived in. It was small, empty and mostly undisturbed. Kal checked the bathroom, and found it empty. He opened the front door and went out into the corridor. Someone was standing out there, ten meters down. It was an Amaran, dressed only in a towel.
"Hey, is that your airspeeder?" the big Amaran asked. "I hope this is serious trouble, because you're making big trouble! You woke me up with your kriffing noise!"
The Amaran, while still short when compared to most humanoids, had bulging muscles and dyed fur. The noise was, indeed, loud. That is, the Amaran's raised was. Kal flashed the Amaran his RSF badge as he walked over to the Amaran. The Amaran squinted, frowning.
"Sorry, RSF... You hear or see anyone using this room just now?" Kal asked.
"That room?" the Amaran asked. "No, I was sleeping! You woke me up! What did you do?!"
The noise was less loud down the corridor, away from the open door. The Amaran didn't seem particularly helpful, Kal thought. It was loud, big and frowning obnoxiously. Kal looked calmly at the broad, frowning face as he refolded his badge. The Amaran gave a hard shake of his head.
"Do you know if anyone lives there?" Kal asked persistently.
The Amaran's fur bristled. It walked up close and jabbed a finger at Kal's chest. There was a lot of Amaran for just one towel to cover. All that fur smelt funny, at this range. It grabbed Kal's shoulder, hard, as it prepared to explain something to him. Kal pushed him down the hallway with the Force. With a thud, the big Amaran collided against the wall, its face straining in sudden pain as Kal applied a stasis field on its wrists and elbows. He applied a gentle pressure and the Amaran howled, protestingly. It's once stubborn face was now contorted and the towel was slipping. Kal didn't bother to inform his commanding officer of the altercation.
"No, you see, I'm in a rather big hurry," Kal told the Amaran, approaching him. "I don't really care who you are and I don't know if you recognized the badge or not. To you, my badge means 'don't touch', okay?"
"Kal, what's going on?" Assenava asked over Kal's communicator.
In a minute... Kal sent telepathically to his superior.
"Now, let's try again... Who lives in that room?" Kal asked.
"I don't know... You... You're a Force-user...? I won't touch you again... I'm very sorry... Please, I don't want any problems..."
"Sure, no problem," Kal said, releasing the Amaran. "Thanks, friend... You've just wasted my time."
The Amaran grasped its arms. Kal gave it a disgusted look and leaped down the staircase adjacent to them.
"Hey, you know me?" the Amaran shouted from behind. "I'm Iahc Nohc Il! I promote big fights! You want good money, then you call me! You're a good fighter! I'll make you good money...!"
"Kal..."
Kal used the Force to propel the stairwell door off its hinges, and ran into the lobby. He stretched out with the Force until he found the mind of a security detail. He forcibly took control of it and took in what they were seeing as he had them rewind through the last few minutes of security camera footage. There was a holo-recording of a young man in a heavy coat, goatee-bearded under a cap, leaving the apartment he had just investigated. He held a portable case cover under one arm and walked with a brisk, nervous stride. Kal forced the security team, further, to chop that five seconds of footage, loop it, parcel it and shoot it up to the airspeeder, all while running out the main door. Some people were at the point of entering and stood aside in surprise. Kal ignored them, still pushing out his senses as much as he could. He was on a small street with no traffic.
Ma'am, get this image out on the network, Kal projected to Assenava. I reckon that's our guy.
A few pedestrians wandered past the building. Street lights shone wetly on the roadway. Kal nearly smiled. He exhaled hard, staring vainly up and down the street. From nearby above, an airspeeder's repuslorlift was whining.
"This guy?' came Assenava's voice over the communicator again. "Looks a bit like Agent Nuber..."
Kal pulled the communicator off of his belt and brought it up to mouth level.
"Yeah, that'd be a turn-up," Kal laughed. "So, where d'you reckon he went? Public transportation...?"
"Could be private... You're don't have a fix?" Assenava asked.
"I lost it," Kal answered.
"Wait, there's a pair of airspeeders on emergency privilege another kilometer up the river," Assenava reported. "I read that as RAB. Looks like they might be onto something..."
"Well, for now, that's as good as anything," Kal remarked, setting off running down the street. "I don't want a lift. You go ahead and ask them about any leads. One thing's for sure: With all this activity, our suspect will now know we're after him."
"No doubt..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 10:24 pm
Naboo - Theed]
Kal kept running, holding his speed within natural parameters. It was a fast run by unaugmented standards. Using the Force to accelerate his speed would attract too much attention. He kept to the wet roadside under the dripping rees, ignoring the curious looks he got from people out walking. The district was a mostly midlevel residential zone, with several-story buildings, low apartments, and a casual concentration of mid-sized living spaces. He glanced to the left as he ran, toward the river and the taller lines of buildings that were clustered there. The lights were brighter from the ground, and colorful displays flowed down the sides of buildings. Nightlife always clustered around the rivers in Theed, Kal noticed. The Langua Delta had hundreds of rivers. At that moment, his senses encountered something strange, which was surprising because he hadn't been consciously aware he was feeling out the area with the Force, but that was typical enough. The hairs on the back of his neck were starting to p***k up, and he got a strong sense of something familiar. There was nothing unusual about that among Force users, but Kal didn't think he was going after anybody he'd known.
Kal focused on the sensation. He couldn't place what had triggered his Force sensation, but the feeling was clearly one of familiarity. He switched directions, crossing the street and heading down a side road, toward the riverfront. If the Royal Advisory Bureau had caught a whiff of his call sign, they'd know he was in the vicinity. He ran faster now, hurtling down the narrow, one-way street, walls on either side.
Assenava, I've got something, Kal sent telepathically to this CO. Over by the river... Keep an eye on my position, but don't let the kriffing RAB know anything.
"Stang... They haven't told me anything," Assenava replied over the communicator. "They recognize the call sign, evidently. What've you got?"
I think he just made contact with someone, Kal reported. Nothing specific, just a feeling... I might know, roughly, where he is.
Kal kept accelerating, his jacket flying out behind him as his artificial and natural limbs pumped in powerful fast motion. The side street erupted into a busy nightlife zone, and Kal skidded to a halt amid the busy pedestrian flow on the sidewalk. Up and down were restaurants. Cafes and nightlife of every description were everywhere. They were low key, by some Theed standards, but busy enough.
"You think?" Assenava asked.
Hunch, ma'am... Weird feeling...
"You're telling me," Assenava retorted.
The street was colorful and bustling enough. Speeders cruised along the street in four lanes, repulsorlifts hissing... Kal crossed at the first opportunity, knowing the grid sensors would probably bust him for "dangerous jaywalking," but that hardly mattered. He traveled up a garden alley between premises, past park benches where parents where attending to a noisy rabble of children with balloons and party droids. Kal couldn't help thinking as he jogged at a slower pace now, through the moderate numbers of people, that it was a strange hour for a kids' party. Maybe their parents were taking them bar-hopping, and Kal was out, then, onto the riverside walk. The water was dark and wide, shimmering with broken reflection. A curving walkway paved the bank, marked by decorative light posts. There was a public communications booth to the right, by some garden bushes. It was the right area, he thought... Although the sensation had not lasted long enough to offer a clear location for where it was emanating from. Kal started jogging to his right, along the broad walkway. There were many people walking up ahead, some strolling, some out jogging for exercise, but the road hubs came closer to the river up this way. He just had that feeling again, and could see, then, a figure walking up ahead, among the many figures, in a long, dark overcoat with something clutched under his arm. He kept jogging, eyes squinting, but unable to make out more than his back...
A road joined the riverside up ahead, in the form of a cul-de-sac roundabout, speeders parked to take in the view. Kal could feel Assenava's presence somewhere close by and above him. He scanned the speeders at the roundabout and saw one set of windows darker than the others. He saw someone watching in his direction, and caught the faint sensation of concealed telepathic communication.
Ma'am, I think I've got him...
"Got that... Don't scare him," Assenava ordered.
The coated man turned around abruptly and stared. Kal sprinted. The man sprinted. The speeder's repulsorlift thrummed to life. Abruptly, his extrasensory perception was assaulted and his communicator started emitting static.
Ma'am, they're leaving! Kal tried to project to Assenava.
A Force-user was most certainly involved in this man's getaway, Kal realized as he weaved past startled pedestrians at increasing velocity. The bright blue speeder with tinted windows sped off with no sign of slowing down, its repulsorlift howling out of sight up the street. Kal took a shortcut across a grassy lawn, hurdles some bushes and landed in a cul-de-sac just in time to hear a loud, hammering crash from up ahead. Kal was taking running leaps now, furthering his distance with the use of the Force. He shot past an oncoming speeder, rounded a mild bend and saw chaos up ahead. The blue speeder had gracelessly entangled with another pair of speeders, hoods and bodywork mangled. The windows were broken, and smoke was strewn across the road. Doors were open from impact or escaping passengers. Already, two figures were off and running down the street. One of them was limping. A third emerged, stumbling, and turned dazedly about as Kal launched himself. Kal Forced Pushed the man over backward as he landed in a tangle of limbs, sending him thudding into the side of another speeder. Kal approached him carefully.
The man was unconscious but still breathing. Kal checked his pulse, probed his mind for brain activity and found all to be satisfactory. He'd made a dent in the side of the other speeder with his back, though. All about where shouted voices and running footsteps... Above it all was the clear shouts of "Clear the way! RAB!"
Kal got up fast. A pair of plain-clothed women were racing up the street toward the gathering crowd about the speeder wreck. Kal ignored them and took off running. They wouldn't dare shoot, Kal thought disgustedly, accelerating up the roadway, past milling, uncertain traffic as the traffic network tried to make sense of the accident, adjusting for both. Kal felt the tingling caress of a targeting sight brush the back of his skull. There was a more distant yell. Kal ducked right and slid hip-first behind a dawdling speeder. A blaster shot went past, then Kal was up and sprinting through the sidewalk crowds amid panicking screams from fightened pedestrians. He ought, Kal thought darkly as he ran, to turn and shoot the schutta. She was a public menace, and if some innocent bystander further up the road had taken that blaster bolt in the face, it would be no surprise. Kal was shocked. the Royal Advisory Bureau was under instructions to shoot him, if they deemed necessary. Things were getting insane. There was a commotion up ahead as speeders were stuck nose to bumper.
It was a traffic jam in Theed! The limping escapee accosting some speeder pilot for his bike... With a thud, the angry speeder bike pilot decked him with an impressive right hook. Kal ran off, leaving a certain speeder pilot looking rather pleased with himself. The last runner took a left up ahead, back toward the river... It was the man with the coat, sprinting desperately, and Kal closed the gap to the turn-off with effortless, Force-augmented leaps, shooting past the crawling traffic that was starting to block the road on the inbound lane. He saw two figures running in from the right, up ahead. They were plain-clothed, armed with blasters, and dodging past speeders on the road. Kal skidded left, lost traction entirely and levitated himself with the Force, barely avoiding hitting the ground. He crashed headlong into the front bumper of a parked speeder, though, as blaster fire sounded. Durasteel bodywork had dark scars painted across its width. Kal rebounded, rolled, and turned on his heel, pulling his blaster out of its holster. He fired four rapid shots whilst turning. He pivoted back in the direction he was originally running, while the two new RAB agents fell, clutching their legs. He shoved the blaster back into the shoulder harness and sprinted off down the laneway.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 1:30 pm
The Corruo - Bridge Irella
Irella arched an eyebrow at the man whom stepped forward, tilting her head sideways as she studied the man curiously. Slowly she stepped around him, her mouth widening in a malicious smirk.
"Are you nervous, sir Rice?" She asked him, playfully. "I am neither royalty, nor your lady..."
She stopped before him, as if something had suddenly come to her mind and she'd lost all interest in toying with him, as she had done with her previous victim. Looking him up down one last time, she turned to him fully, her hands folding behind her back as she spoke up. "Truth be told, I care little for your Empire, your ranks, your regulations or anything, really" she stated, by matter of fact. "I only care for this ship to get to Lady Venia in the best condition possible and I could care little for what you or she does with this war machine once it is delivered."
She then cracked a little in her demeanor once more, as she couldn't help but grin. "But do know that Lady Venia cares very much for why you'd desert her and instead lended your services to that usurper witch." She turned and motioned towards the entirety of the Bridge. "If you think you'll do a decent enough of a job that she'll forgive you all... then be my guest, the ship is yours, Admiral"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:08 pm
Naboo - Theed Elysia
Ears were ringing, vision blurred and her head banging. She tried to distinguish up from down as her hand reached out to grab the door of her speeder. Slowly she attempted to slow her breathing, as she moved her other hand over her head to check for injuries. While it seemed she wasn't bleeding, she sure as hell did take a hard hit. Her speeder had smashed straight in the one before her, as it suddenly hit the break and another had done the same to hers.
Her door reluctantly opened with a metallic groan as she pushed hard against it and stumbled out, falling forward on the ground. Taking a few seconds to regain her balance, she slowly got up to her feet when all of a sudden she received help from a few people that had crowded around the seemingly large incident. She was quick to thank them and assure them she was alright, but she swore under her breath that the one responsible would receive a good dose of Mandelorian payback.
She moved back to the wreck that was once her speeder and retrieved two guantlets, a jetpack and a helmet. No one seemed to pay mind to her, as people were too busy helping those in need or pointing and looking at the direction the one responsible had headed. As she put on the helmet, she connected her system to the local news and security channels.
"Now... where did you go?"
She moved her hand on the gauntlet as flames burst from the pack on her back, thrusting the woman into the air as she flew off to the location of reported blaster fire incoming on her comm system, not too far from here.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 4:17 pm
Naboo - Theed
"Kal, an airspeeder is coming your way!" came a terse, hard call over the now-working communicator. "They're onto you. Central's nearly got that disruption virus down. We've got audio now. Three minutes and every kriffing unit within twenty zones'll be coming down on your head..."
"Oh, fierfek... Aren't they so kriffing efficient, all of a sudden?" Kal retorted, responding audibly instead of telepathically. "I just got shot at twice. They'll be using sniper rifles, next."
"Not if I can help it..."
Kal sprinted down a side road. He could hear a repulsorlift keening nearby, drawing closer. He emerged back onto the river walkway then, pedestrians ahead ducking aside, shouting exclamations marking his target's passage. He accelerated again. The man was more than a hundred meters ahead, following his brief delay, but he could eat up that distance in no time... A repulsorlift abruptly howled overhead, propelling a large, dark airspeeder around the side of a tall building with running lights blazing. The airspeeder had two airfoils joined onto the airspeeder's fuselage. It swung about sideways, slewing out over the river to the exclamation of many along the riverside. Some people were now scattering, sensing trouble. The airspeeder's side door retracted from the main body and slid backwards.
"Oh poodoo... I was just kidding about the sniper, guys," Kal complained at full sprint. "This is silly."
Kal used the Force to augment his speed again. His left hand reached for his blaster. A few quick shots at a full sprint would make them think twice about pointing a gun at him. Their weapon muzzle appeared out of the passenger bay before he could draw, though. A second howling repulsolift cut in from the right past the towers. It cut straight toward the Royal Advisory Bureau airspeeder on an interesting trajectory, forward lights blazing off nearby windows and water.
"Ma'am..."
The RAB airspeeder hauled up and over like a stalling acrobat as Assenava's airspeeder went howling past in front. Kal resisted the temptation to stop and watch, not having been aware that you could actually do that in Theed's heavily regulated skylanes, but now his man ahead was turning in panic with a blaster in his hand... Kal drew fast and shot it from his grip. Kal closed the remaining distance before he could recover from the shock and pain, nailing him with a shoulder tackle that might have broken ribs.
"Fierfek, don't do that..."
The man was lucky. Kal had fired with no assistance from the Force. He could hit the man in the eye, the heart or somewhere else more painful, but instead he only had a smoldering hole on his hand. About them, the remaining pedestrians either fell over screaming or ran at full speed somewhere else. Kal crouched over the man, pinning him with a knee. The man struggled. He was a young guy, no more than in his thirties, Kal guessed. He appeared to be human, with no identifying marks. He didn't look like a terrorist. He looked like a student.
"You're a complete idiot," Kal testily told the man. "You do know that, don't you?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 4:42 pm
Corruo - Bridge
Cidreau reminded himself that this was a coup. The woman he'd thought was assuming command of the Empire just ceded any formal authority she might have sought to wield. She was rejecting the position of Empress and declining one of the formal titles associated with it. She rejected the Empire in full, only laying claim to the Corruo.
And now she was threatening retribution from another, former Empress, long gone and nearly forgotten about among some of the Empire's fresher admiralty. And she questioned his merit, to boot. Somewhere amidst her rejection of responsibilities, Cidreau found his gall again.
"Then I have all the authority you do, miss," Cidreau said, rising from his kneeling position.
Cidreau stepped farther away from the officers, placing himself where most of the assembled crew could see him. The ones that were closest enough to hear his words watched him in stunned silence. Others simply gazed at him and this new usurper nervously. He turned to face her.
"On this ship, in this room, you will know your place," Cidreau declared, adrenaline making his hands shake. "I will transport this craft, and the Imperial Fleet along with it, if Empress Ensis has been vanquished. I presume Darth Venia has a new seat of the Empire in mind to occupy. Article 4, Chapter 3, Subsection 2, paragraph 2 of the Imperial Handbook, however, states that officers cannot relinquish control of any Imperial craft to any unrecognized or enemy entity. If you wish to remain on this ship in an unofficial capacity, you will do so off of the bridge, providing any coordinates for a destination to a senior navigation officer as it is convenient for them."
Cidreau tried to conceal a nervous swallow by angrily bearing his teeth.
"Do I make myself clear..."
Cidreau tried to recall how she had identified herself over the emergency broadcasting channel, earlier.
"Visum...?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 5:40 pm
Naboo - Theed
This was absolutely absurd. Kal adjusted his communicator so that he could listen in on the unencrypted Royal Advisory Bureau frequencies. Yelling emanated from the speaker, frantically protesting Assenava's airspeeder as it came screaming back at them. There were more sounds of varying repulsorlifts from nearby. The Royal Security Forces, local police and the Royal Advisory Bureau reinforcements must have been called in.
Kal's commanding officer missed the RAB airspeeder by a couple of meters, and again it broke away, losing the rear end in an embarrassing airborne pirouette. Kal looked calmly at a pair of uniformed police officers emerging from a nearby lane between buildings with weapons leveled. Kal kept his blaster out in one hand, just in case. His cunning prisoner took advantage of his distraction to lash out and struggle. Kal pocketed his communicator and grabbed his wrists for firmly with one hand, smashing him back against the ground.
"Freeze!"
"I'm RSF, you moron!" Kal called back, slamming the prisoner again.
The prisoner stopped struggling. Kal released him and retrieved his communicator. Assenava sounded utterly pissed off. Her airspeeder was coming back low, decelerating as it headed toward them, and the RAB airspeeder tried to maneuver around behind. Assenava's speeder remained conveniently in their way. She slipped the speeder around sideways as the RAB airspeeder continued to move, seeking a clear angle and not getting it.
"Just don't crash into them, ma'am!" Kal warned.
"...call sign Aelid! Yes, that's right," Assenava was telling them. "You check it with central. You do that right now..."
"Ma'am, I think they're trying to shoot me," Kal said plaintively.
"For star's sake, you idiot, you think this is funny?!" came Assenava's incredulous reply. "You utter maniac..."
"Why are you trying to shoot me?" Kal asked, switching frequencies back to the RAB frequency. "What'd I do?"
"Who in Otoh Gunga..."
"Who's on the frequency? Who's speaking..?"
"It's him, you idiots. He knows our frequency..."
The audible responses cut out as the RAB airspeeder muted its communications. Kal's prisoner, he realized, was staring off into the distance as Kal played with his communicator. Nearby, the cops were walking over, weapons still drawn but no longer pointed. They were satisfied, he guessed, that he was RSF, but confused as to everything else, for which he could hardly blame them. He smiled pleasantly at them.
I don't think they want to talk to me, ma'am, Kal sent telepathically to Assenava.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 12:13 pm
The Corruo - Bridge Irella
"No."
While she was surprised at his sudden found courage and boldness, she was not taken aback and answered him sternly. She stepped towards him and though he was far taller than she, her demeanor still spoke word that she looked down upon him and everything he stood for.
"As a matter of fact, Admiral..." she began, poking a finger in his chest as she spoke his title were it laced with poison. "I consider your authority over these men to exist solely on my graces, for you are nothing to me but prisoners, whom only get to walk free and work on this ship because you'd be so very useful to me if you do exactly that."
She took a single step back, and turned as she bend down, picking up the cap that had belonged to Captain Windle and placed it on her head. She then proceeded towards the front of the bridge, turning on her heel as she reached the consoles and hooked her thumb underneath her belt, close to her lightsaber.
"You seem to disagree with my presence, much like the Captain did..." She called out to him. "You have the choice to either deal with it, or you had best shoot me before I cross the distance and kill you."
She looked off to her left, towards the holding cell and motioned towards it. "Either way, as long as I'm keeping your little Empress a prisoner on this Bridge, I am not leaving her here alone with you guys..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:12 pm
Corruo - Bridge
Cidreau knew he'd miscalculated as soon as she stepped away from him. It would be a cold day on Tatooine before he let this rebel seize command of the Corruo. It would be literally over his dead body, if it had to be. Especially with Lady Ensis apparently still alive. He'd suspected she hadn't been truly killed, and Visum had just confirmed as much.
No, he had his pride and his potential status as an officer on the line. Already now in jeopardy under this supposed girl, it would be best to hedge his bets in the hopes that Ensis would be free *very* soon. Most Force adepts of her stature weren't contained for long. Cidreau drew his sidearm. He pointed it straight-armed at Visum's chest.
"This behavior from rebel personnel will not help your cause," Cidreau cautioned.
Tears began to well up in Cidreau's eyes. He knew that if circumstances didn't change in the next few seconds, he was likely dead. Not a sound came from the assembled officers, not even the escort that he'd brought with him that was lingering somewhere.
"You cannot assume direct responsibility for this ship," Cidreau declared. "Perhaps you should look around. Your actions, while not dissimilar from Darth Raven Rahl's takeover, verge on sedition. These are not the acts of strength and conviction. You behave as though you have been bestowed with decadence and privilege! While the Sith Empire loses millions to famine brought on by trade embargoes, you Sith dance and play political games. Now, a new Sith wants to control the Fleet? Where did you earn this right, girl? What in the void could you have done to earn the support of any Fleet officer, particularly with a war record as esteemed as my own?"
Cidreau's arm and hand were shaking now. He couldn't aim straight, although he still had his blaster pointed in Visum's general direction. He'd be more likely to blow out one of the viewports or the...
Cidreau pointed his blaster more pointedly at one of the transparisteel windows, the only barrier between the bridge space they were occupying and deoxygenated space.
"You have no authority to even be here!" Cidreau shouted before firing his weapon.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:21 pm
Naboo - Theed Elysia
She glimpsed down from a roof, a few blocks away, The scope on her helmet giving her a clear view down the alley, even though it was hundreds of feet away. Still though, it was difficult to make out what was happening. She spotted quite a few security forces down there, and two men, of which one seemed to hold the other prisoner. She had to guess the prisoner was probably the culprit of the crash and the other man most likely a member of the security forces at the scene or close to it.
"Osik..." She cursed, punching her fist against the roof. That meant no payback for the damages, most likely.
While she inched closer to the edge of the roof, scanning for signals in the hope of picking up on their frequency to listen in on their com-units, her helmet alerted her of a possible identity confirmation in her bounty-database.
She looked right back at the captive, but no confirmation came. Slowly she tilted her helm up to look at the face of the one who caught him and immediately information flooded her optic receptor.
Kal Rem, Imperial Bounty, 200.000 credits.
It was an old job, back from the previous Sith regime, but surely it would still be legit.
"Jackpot..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 2:12 pm
Naboo - Theed
"What's your name?" Kal asked, looking at his restrained prisoner. "You like blowing people up? You think it's funny?"
Kal was trying to read the man's emotions. The longer he remained pinned, the more absolute his terror seemed to become. Perhaps he'd stay down on top of the man and let him crap himself. In truth, he had no desire to stand up again while that be-damned Royal Advisory Bureaur airspeeder was still circling. Assenava's repulsorlift was very loud now, as the airspeeder came in for a landing alongside.The two local police officers arrive at Kal's location. One crouched beside him. He appeared to be nonchalant. He looked curiously at the young man pinned beneath Kal. Kal directed the officer to reach and remove his identification from his left pocket in his jacket. The officer examined it, with eyebrows raised. More footsteps were running up. Assenava's repulsorlift was fading down, and more airspeeders could be heard in approaching hover around the area. The cop stood up. Kal looked up.
"Well, agent, I reckon you can get up now," the officer said.
"That airspeeder is trying to kill me," Kal replied.
"Them...? They're RAB," the officer responded.
"That's what I mean," Kal said, grinning exasperatedly.
"Get out of the way!" shouted a new woman's voice. "RAB! You, put the gun to one side now, and get up slowly!"
It was one of the two RAB women from back at the speeder wreck. An airspeeder nearby was hovering low. Kal hoped it didn't collide with anything, unless it was with one of those kriffing RABs. The woman was joined by her partner. Both blasters were trained on his face.
"This man just blew up the riverside back in Urs District," Kal said mildly. "Don't you think you'd be better off pointing your blasters at him instead of at a registered RSF agent?"
"Be quiet and put the blaster to on the ground, now!" the first RAB woman screamed shrilly.
Both women looked very serious and very scared, Kal thought. The absurdity was no longer quite amusing. There was a heavy clacking sound from the other direction. Both RAB women looked up. Kal glanced carefully about.
"You've got five seconds to stop pointing those guns at my subordinate," Assenava said from the other end of a massive RSF-issued blaster rifle. "I'll blow you both into very small pieces if you don't."
At this range, Kal could see clearly that Assenava was wielding an S-216 "Plasma Enforcer", and she was ranging it ominously. Both women stared at the lean, dark muzzle and at the mean, beautiful face of its wielder. Two male cops stood by in utter silence, offering no comment. One of the cops opened their mouth to speak, but remained silent as Assenava raised the rifle to her shoulder, sighting manually down the barrel. There were two clicks as both blaster safeties went on, both pairs of hands were raised and both women placed their blasters carefully on the ground.
"Don't ever shock with the Royal Security Forces," Assenava told them. "Ever... You got that?"
Assenava's voice was nearly trembling. Kal had never seen her so furious. She received two slow and careful nods. Kal got up, amid the standing, unmoving RAB agents. The cops and the very slight RSF lieutenant looked at him. Their was a mass of blinking running lights flaring off the building sides, lighting the dark river waters in a brilliant, multi-colored display. Kal handed the stunned young man to the cops, then scooped up both RAB blasters. He lifted them casually to eye level and dismantled them telekinetically. Metal and plastics floated back to the two RAB agents, who took them with reluctant and trembling hands. He paused for a moment longer, staring at them curiously. Kal saw the fear in their faces and diluted eyes. Their blood must have pulsing hard. He was between them and Assenava's plasma weapon. It wasn't Assenava they were scared of, and he shook his head with faint amazement. He spoke over the whining racket of hovering air traffic echoing off the surrounding buildings and out over the water.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Kal asked incredulously. "You think I'm going to hurt you?"
There was no reply from the couple of pale faces. They listened to his voice, but did not hear him speaking. Kal repressed a wince of disbelief. Kal looked and turned at Assenava, ignoring the two agents entirely. He gazed at her for a long moment.
"What's wrong with these people?" Kal finally asked. "Why do they just refuse to get it?"
"They'll never get it, Kal," Assenava said, her voice hard. "Some people are just like that."
"Someone has to get it," Kal protested.
"I get it," Assenava offered. "That's enough."
Assenava was a small, dark-haired lieutenant, wearing an obligatory patch-and-pocket-lined operations jacket. Her hair was tossing in a gusting breeze, rifle now lowering along her forearm grip. Flaring light from many airspeeders lit her face from many angles. Her dark eyes were smoldering and honest, beyond the anger. They were watching him.
"Yeah, I suppose it is," Kal murmured beneath the echoing whine of many hovering repulsorlifts.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 4:31 am
The Corruo - Bridge Irella
Irella's eyes widened in genuine surprise as the Admiral veered his weapon off to the side and fired, she was aware of where she was standing and what would happen if that blaster bolt hit it's target. For a moment, time seemed to freeze in the blonde's mind. This had not been the expected outcome. Since coming on the ship she had tried to emulate Mabysyn, thinking they would fall in line as easily as she'd seen everyone do with the Anzat. Her presence always commanded respect through fear, from anyone.
Irella had wasted most of her energy fighting Ensis and there was little of it left. She had really thought her approach would've been effective. She didn't have the strength to continue fighting, but she also hadn't wanted to wait to recuperate her powers. She had to smelt the iron while it was hot and with the officers confused during the chaos of their quick take-over, she had thought them easy to mold to her will, but not this man. More would probably follow in his example.
With the last of her strength remaning from draining the poor Captain, she reached out and used all the power she could muster to stop the blaster bolt in it's track.
She almost collapsed forward, breathing in deeply and harsh as she strained herself to keep standing. One hand moved up quickly in preparation, ready to shield herself with the force should any more blaster fire follow suit. She slowly turned her head to see the blaster bolt pressed against the transparisteel window. Made it just in the nick of time.
She reached out with the force, finding the tendrils wrapped around Ensis as tried to reply back to Cidreau, but between her heavy breaths attempting to steady herself she couldn't muster out a single word. She glared one last time at the admiral and in that moments, screams erupted from the holding cell as Irella drained what last remaining energy she could from the Empress.
The moment the screams began, it was a matter of blinking as Irella re-directed the blaster bolt towards the main fuse line and released it. The moment it hit, everything on the Bridge became dark and quiet. It took a few seconds for the emergency generator to turn on the emergency light, just in time to watch Irella jump down the elevator shute, holding its doors open with the Force. It had gone so well and now because of one man... she was on the run while still too weak to fight. She was either going to need to hide, or get to the hangar and hope for the best.
Back on the Bridge two crewmen that had come with Irella, whom had been working on minor repairs, stood there with blasters drawn, before hesitantly dropping them and raising their arms in surrender. They did not like their odds of fighting without their Force using leader.
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