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After her tearful goodbye, Ali'anna went into her survival mode. She stuck to the shadows, keeping her blaster and dart launchers ready at all times. If anyone crossed her path, they were dead. Droids were destroyed this way, as were some fleeing civillians.

To Ali'anna it didn't really matter. They were all dead anyway. She was glad she let the kids go, or they would have been caught up in her rampage...not that it made much difference. They had a slightly larger chance to live now- that Bothan, he was a sharp kid. He'd live a few days longer.

But what did it matter? This thing, life, they called it. It was only temporary. And after that...the Force? Nothing? Who knew. She didn't. She secretly hoped only nothingness would greet her when and if she ever died. It would be a much more peaceful state of rest than the force.

She shot a droid absentmindedly and turned to crouch/crawl around a corner. She had made her way up now, somehow, and the carnage was more visible. Fluids dripped down from every crack, and guts and brain matter often followed. The super battle droids had obviously favored their rockets this invasion.

Ali'anna moved more, going higher, closer to the epicenter of destruction. Death loomed around her. It was comforting almost. She felt it around her like a heavy cloak, wet, and cold, but protecting her anyhow.

Another battle droid shot and killed. Or was it a blue-robed Iziz? It didn't matter, really, they were all the same. Figures blurred, edges wore away, blood became a red veil. Coruscant reeked of death. The cloak clung to her now, clung to her skin, choked her. Still she'd tread on, unaffected. Shewas immune by now, though her heart was exploding in her chest and her eyes stung. She couldn't be affected by this; she was death. A brother would surely pose no threat to her.

At last she came to the senate building, or what was left. Many beings had foolishly thought to take shelter here; over the course of the invasion it was bombed the worst.

Ali'anna tottered a bit, gazing over the edge, staring at the mass of dead bodies piled into the cavernous ampitheater. Droids shuffled about at the edge of her vision, adding to the pile with the remains they found. She could conceive of no purpose for this; droids didn't need thousands of dead bodies. There wasn't even any use in field stripping them, and droids weren't programmed to loot as far as she could tell.

Against the devastated Coruscant sky, her skin was a sickly pale green as Ali'anna looked on. She was driven to mild convulsions until she finally wretched onto the ground at her feet, relinquishing her meager meals to the pungent Coruscant air. There was something beautiful about these droids; the efficiency, the detatchment. They were what she wanted to be, what she was trained to be.

Ali'anna wiped her mouth. She could never be like them, though. Not as long as she still had a heart, and still saw th world through the same sad, brown eyes.

She turned from the scene and skulked away. She would try to live for now, until she had reason not to.

(( * rolls a 20 * Angel attacks successfully, * flips 3 coins, all heads * CRITICAL HIT! Drake explodes, Drako suddenly dies of a heart attack. Neb chokes to death on a chicken bone. Fett retires. Cale gets busted and imprisoned. Mordranna elopes with Sami and the Jedi Order crumbles as their members split up too much trying to find them. Ali'anna lives as an exile and acts Gothy all the time, and Imperius and Angel conquer the universe, make out, do some adult-rated things, and live happily ever after. THE END! ... There, now THAT'S godmoding. lol ))

Angel Force Pushes herself off Drake, breaking free of the machine's grasp and saving herself from falling through the newly made hole. Not bothering to watch to see if the machine falls to the floor of the room below or not, she instead decides to take a moment to recover. " That healing power Mordranna used on that ship would come in handy right about now... " she thought.

((i think it /should/ be disregarded...it's ridiculous..but whatever))

Fett groaned and stood up. He was starting to realize how his father must have felt fighting Obi Wan. It was a day that was emblazoned on his brain, one he would never forget. He raised his carbine weakly and fired off a series of shots at Drako. He quickly re-armed a heat-seeking rocket and fired it off as well, making sure that his shots were nowhere near Imperius.

((ND, don't you mean Mace Windu? Obi-wan didn't cut off Jango's head...))