Gala - Jedi Praxeum Ruins

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca was about to answer when the whole temple shook. almost throwing the Jedi master to the ground. Kirlocca took a look around as sirens began to scream out. His comlink buzzed in report that all Jedi masters were to follow code orange27. He looked around at his students, who were still confused as to what to do as the alarms changed to evacuation.

 

"It is not easy to follow the light path either. It is a narrow road. Now, one by one, start to move towards the...east section of the temple, and get aboard the signalrunner transport."

 

Kirlocca carefully watched as he student stood up and began to walk out of the training room. Right around when they all had left, Kirlocca's comlink buzzed again, but this time from a message from Aryian. Kirlocca quietly listened to it, understanding every last word that was spoken to him. Kirlocca put the comlink away when the message was done and started to follow his students to the east hanger bay.

 

Kirlocca let the force send Aryian a message in reply. "May the Force be with you too my friend."

[Aira Cadan]

The explosion took us all by surprise. I was thrown back by the impact. Everything was chaos for what seemed like a lifetime, though I knew it was only a few seconds before I heard Master Kirlocca's voice telling us to head to the transport.

 

I sat up, coughing from the dust and dislodging the chunks of debris that had landed on me. I suddenly realized that my left hand felt like it was on fire. I grimaced and bit my lip. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I knew that it had to be broken.

 

Despite the extreme pain, I knew I had to keep my head. An attack like this could only have been from the Sith, and if the Sith knew we were here, I was sure they would be coming in person. Cradling my hand, I stood shakily and started to move to the exit.

 

I vaguely remembered the way to the hanger from the map the adept had given me, but I was glad that the others were heading there too. Thankfully, the hanger was close, and I did my best to not look at the bodies scattered here and there in the hallways.

[Roene Givrah]

The impact and ruckus of the blow came without warning and drew Roene's face out of meditation and into his desk. Rocks continuously fell from the roof like someone was rubbing them with sand paper, but all in all the dust and debris was irrelevant to Roene's position. One of the rocks had landed on his desk and cracked it, and another had narrowly missed his head, but otherwise no real damage came from the falling rubble aside from scrapes and bruises. He got up rather battered, but ok just in time to hear the wookie order people out to the eastern wing...

 

Without hesitation Roene ambled over the desks toward the escape route and made to channel everyone out the door and follow behind quickly. The temple shaking must have been due to some foreign source for the sudden evacuation, but Roene wasn't about to misstep orders just to ask a question. He guided who he could with his maneuver and as soon as everyone was out he began to make his way when he realized he had forgotten something...

 

Hastily drawing back to his seat, despite the ever vigilant falling rubble, he found his walking stick laying on the floor beside his desk. In a quick motion he grabbed it and fast walked towards the exit making sure there were no stragglers caught amongst the desks...

 

Roene wasn't above helping people in a crisis situation. If anything, he saw it more useful than standing around like a sheep with a tail between your legs...

Edited September 12, 2008 by Guest

[Evander]

Evander's visage soured as the man he was beginning to feel comfortable enough with spoke of Hoth. The young man truly did not like the idea of going to a frozen ball of nothing, but he could at least see the wisdom in doing so. In the end, his expression slowly disappeared as he found solace in the words of the master Darkfire. Of course, his following comment nearly sent him to the floor as surely as any right hook to his jaw would have. He had not expected for master Darkfire to have been able to discern via the Force or mere intuition the thoughts that he was currently warring with. To say the least, he was surprised. The color from his face slowly drained, leaving the once sun kissed boy to be as white as the snow-capped mountains of Hoth. The emeralds of his eyes shone brightly as he could not formulate a single coherent thought besides the time old classic ”˜crap!'

 

Thankfully though, master Darkfire had taken to walking at a faster pace, leaving Evander to be struck dumb without the man's eyes falling upon him. Though, he surely could still see him. A long, low sigh escaped the young mandalorian as he watched the mysterious Aryian Darkfire walk ahead. He seemed to be speaking into some sort of comlink before he slowed his pace so that Evan could catch up. Which the lad did, though there were still plenty hints of his shock here and there to be seen. What do I want to know about the Force? He thought to himself, thankful for the sudden change of gears. Thinking of how much Aryian had listened in on or was able to gleam from Evan's body language was graying him before his years.

 

Soon an unending stream of questions flowed throughout the corridors of his mind, a chasm of unconscious desire overriding common sense. He could not pinpoint a single question that stuck out above the rest. The maelstrom of thought was just too strong. Evan found that he was consumed by the thoughts that now drove him. Simple things like what was a Guardian, or a Consular? Or what was the Force beside an omnipotent presence? But, as quickly as he was able to formulate a single query, he found that they would slip from his grasp and join the growing stream of thought. It was maddening!

 

For a long time he stood there quietly contemplating what exactly to ask, each time stepping closer to that precipice, but ultimately backing away. If not because a question escaped him, then because he censored himself, wondering if it would be stupid aloud. He found that he could not make up his mind, which further added to his own mental confusion, only bringing him closer to a state where he would shut down conscious thought just so he could escape the raging storm that now encircled his mind. A brief moment came, where in it, he found momentary clarity. There, above everything else a picture of a smiling woman, whose upturned frown held hints of mischief and burning sepia eyes, gazed upon him. He found this woman to be captivating and instantly familiar, though he couldn't consciously remember her name. In that moment he had his question.

 

”œMaster, what is the meaning of Life and of the Force? Do the two walk hand-in-hand, or are they disconnected? And do we live by their will or make our own path?”

[Galen]

*Galen was cast to the floor but for other reasons than the others... Pain... beyond magnitude. It felt like his hand was crushed, it felt like his skull had been partially caved in, it felt like tons of ruble now lied on his chest, it felt like he had a punctured lung, it felt like he was burning in a fire. All this pain. None of it belonged to Galen, yet he felt all of it. For that was his gift. That was why he had been suspected of being force sensitive. It was why he had been such a good medic, a good ship's doctor.*

 

"Kriff!"

 

*This time Galen's voice was not so soft. He was about to follow the students when he felt something. A dull sense. It seemed to be like barely waking. Galen had felt this before. Somebody was still in the room. There was pain here closer than the others.*

 

"Double kriff! MASTER JEDI, I MAY NEED A HAND OVER HERE!"

 

*Galen could feel the heat of the fires as they approached, but the person he felt wouldn't last long enough to be burned alive. Galen looked around, on the opposite side of the room from the door, the ceiling had collapsed. Dust was everywhere. Heat and light kept here by the dust attested to how close the fire was... THERE! A hand was reaching out from under the rubble. Galen sprinted as fast as he could. He leapt over the remains of chairs and tables. He sprinted; his feet barely touching the ground as he leapt from one pile of rubble to the other. Finally he approached the body. It appeared that a human was trapped. Fortunately, it seemed that there was no rubble physically holding the human down. Galen quickly assessed the situation.*

 

"Oh triple kriff!"

 

*Whoever this young human was, there was a hole in her belly. This was why she was incoherent and barely conscience. Some bit of one of the spars that reinforced the durracrete must have pierced her gut. Hands quicker than the eye could track Galen brought his knapsack around to sit next to her. He immediately brought out one of his medpacks. This one was a bit different than most. It was one of Galen's only two fast flesh medpacks.* I'll find a replacement later. *Galen pulled out the portable sterifield. He set it next to the belly and activated it as he cut through her tunic with some surgical vibro scisors. He used a sonic scrubber and a piece of medicloth to wipe away the grime, soot, and blood that was there. Checking her neck he realized that her pulse was fading. Fumbling he pulled out a very long syringe.* I always hate this part. *The syringe itself was nearly three quarters of a foot long. The canister held pure adrenaline. In a pre-set dose. Galen quickly compensated for her weight. He positioned the point between her ribs, and thrust the needle into her heart.* This much blood loss and her heart needs a bit of a kick to keep going. Whatever happens I need to get her stabilized just enough to move. If she stays she will die very soon. *Galen pulled out one of the small sacks from his robe. It contained an herb that could act as a couagulent. He pulled some of the dry leaves out, and he began to chew them. As Galen chewed he began to staple her wound shut. The staples could be removed, or they would desolve as the wound healed. As he was almost finished he spat out the herbs. These he put on to the wound. Galen pulled out some synthflesh that had a bacta lineing. Pulling back the protective guard he aligned the fast flesh, and stapled it ove the remainder of the contusion. All of this was acomplished in only half a minute. Pulling out some guass Galen began to wrap her wound. Galen's only regret was not being able to give her anything for the pain. To do so would be to dangerous until she was truly stabilized. Blood loss can be a tricky thing. On top of that the adrenaline was not going to exactly help keep her under. The only reason why she isn't crying out, Galen supposed, was that her body had gone into shock a while ago. As he wraped her wound he called for the wookiee Jedi.*

 

"Master! I will need some help moving her!"

 

*It would be risky to move her, but if she stayed here she would die.*

[Reptilia]

Reptilia knew they were under attack so he started ushering people out, he noticed others from his class doing the same. He noticed a small boy all alone he couldn't of been older then 12.

 

"Come on we have to go,"Reptilia said.

 

"I can't, my friend is still back there" the boy said.

 

"Okay let's go"

 

They rushed back to a seemingly empty room but then they heard something, a muffled scream.

 

"There" the boy said hurrying over to a pile of debris, they dug out another boy about the same age.

 

"We have to go NOW" Reptilia yelled realizing the danger of staying behind, but just then the ceiling fell through blocking the exit. They had to find a way to climb up, so Reptilia lifted the boys up with his hands, then they grabbed him and he jumped.

 

They started running, Reptilia not going to leave them behind grabbed there hands and started sprinting faster then he ever had before. Once they caught up with the rest of the students finally safe, he looked through a window and saw a lot of smoke, and a ship that had crashed into the temple.

"What happened, was it an accident," Reptilia said blatantly.

"I don't know, I just don't know" one human female said.

 

"It was a terrorist attack" one rodian male said abruptly.

 

"That' horrible" Reptilia couldn't believe it this place was a paradise were would he learn to become a jedi now, and more important are there still people in there are they okay? Hopefully master Kirlocca got out, how would he find out?

[ObliviousKnight]

Roars of terrible, animal rage were heard outside the Jedi Temple. The garrison of four Wolf Spiders were bellowing out their metal lungs at their failure to stop the suicidal transport before it threatened their home. The next transport that approached the Temple without authorization was going to die a sudden death, whether by their hands or those of the other defenses.

 

A squadron of E-Wings was scrambled from the nearby Rep base to patrol the area and escort all traffic away from the Temple. Similarly, transports of emergency workers were dispatched to assist in evacuating survivors.

 

 

((Nice job ignoring ALL my defenses, which were quite capable of taking care of that threat. Yes, even before it hit.

 

The mods who approved this attack, I am ashamed of you. Yes, ashamed.))

[Roene Givrah]

As the mess seemed to get immeasurably worse Roene found himself caught in the middle of it all as he made his way toward the exit. Through the truly treacherous fog of rubble and noise however, Roene heard Galen's voice loud and clear. Galen was calling for Kirlocca, but Roene being within earshot and visible distance, walked towards Galen and what appeared to be an injured human woman...

 

As he approached he grew in speed and urgency; he saw the little kushiban patching the woman up as fast as he could, quite a bit faster than most normal doctors would, but then again the little kushiban wasn't that normal. Roene's heart warmed as he saw the process go on and was there ready for pick up as soon as Galen was done...

 

It took him really only a few seconds to finish as he turned to shout for Kirlocca...

 

"Master! I will need some help moving her!"

 

Roene however caught his glance and made for the woman...

"I am here Galen, just hand her over to me" Roene discarded his walking stick by throwing it at the wall of the room, because this woman was more important. It took him only a few seconds to prepare, but as soon as he was ok he heaved her onto his shoulder then turned around to look stare right into Galen's eyes. "Alright Galen. I'll get this girl to the exit you can come with me or look for more stragglers. I will continue to look after I get this girl to safety..."

 

Roene hastily hopped from broken desk to broken desk maintaining his balance as he moved. The woman appeared to be in shock, but otherwise was in a good condition no doubt due to Galen...

 

Rocks continued their steady pace down to the unsuspecting heads of many students, and rubble was still crashing to the ground. It was a wonder that most people could see with the amount of dust in the air, but Roene moved with great speed towards his destination and was determined to get this woman to safety...

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca stood inside the hanger bay., and despite all the confusion, Kirlocca maintained a level of calm and peace as he began to count and organize the survivors into the transports to the Alliance base on Gala. Kirlocca carefully watched, while some did not notice, but the Jedi master was counting his students, making sure they all got out of the east wing before it collapsed on them.

 

A group rounded the corner, and through the force, Kirlocca felt that they were the last of the survivors. Kirlocca motioned for the emergency workers to lead them to the final transport. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two young Jedi carrying a woman who was wounded. He recognized the two from listening in on his teachings, one of whom spoke up right before the attack.

 

"MEDIC."

 

A worker with a blue patch on his arm appeared out of nowhere next the the Jedi master.

 

"Go with them on that transport, there is nothing more you can do here."

 

Kirlocca pointed to the two Jedi with the wounded woman. Kirlocca waited next to a Starsword until he was sure all of the transports were of and headed for the Alliance base.

[Galen]

*Galen looked around. He spent another half minute or so searching for any other survivors. By the time Galen decided to move on, the smoke was so thick that he almost couldn't breathe. Kushiban are smaller than most, therefore his metabolism was faster than the average human. That also meant that he would asphyxiate faster than the average human. His eyes were watering from the beginning. Now, they were starting to have spots. At the same time Galen felt himself getting weaker. It was becoming harder to stay awake. Weird considering that he's in a life threatening situation. That wouldn't keep simple physiology from making it so. As the fumes built up and Galen began to experience vertigo, nausea, and a headache, it was becoming harder and harder to keep his eyes open. Stumbling the kushiban tried to get to the door. Struggling to stay even upright, he switched back to all fours. Galen moved forward. To an outside observer he would appear drunk as he stumbles towards the door. Just as Galen reaches the threshold, a secondary explosion occurs. The rest of the ceiling collapses, and the fire itself enters the room behind him.*

 

Oh quadruple kriff!

 

*Even the hallway has the dangerous fumes now. Knowing that he had to get to any fresh air, no matter the cost, Galen sprinted. There is not a breath of oxygen in his lungs, but he keeps running. Galen stumbles. He skids on the floor and struggles to get up. As his feet finally find purchase he makes each step a lunge. Pushing harder and harder he sprints down the hall in the last direction he saw Roene going. Finally the smoke begins to clear. A few meters farther and Galen can hear the sounds of a crowd of people. Changing direction and following the noise the kushiban emerges into a hanger. He spots Roene and the human girl he helped. Galen heaves as fresh air finally enters his lungs. Stumbling, the kushiban, fur blackened with soot, catches up to Roene and attempts to match his pace.*

 

"She needs surgery and a bacta tank now," Galen coughed.*

 

*As the medic aproaches Galen notices the wookiee Jedi.*

 

Well that explains why he wasn't answering earlier.

 

*When the medic reached them Galen described the situation quickly, coughing and hacking as he goes.*

 

"Young female human. She has contusions on across her abdomen, liver and intestines, along with internal bleeding. Dope her and get her into surgery."

 

*Continuing to cough Galen began to follow Roene.*

[Roene Givrah]

Roene found his mark as he was running the length of the hangar the woman still unconscious on his shoulder. He gave out to panting as he halted at the precariously placed medic's feet which was near his destination, but as he stopped to pant he realized the girl's weight was steadily shifting on his shoulder. Panicked, Roene looked up to find the medic exchanging him custody so he could ride around with an extra passenger for a bit. Roene didn't mind this in the slightest as Galen came rushing to his side in a huff. The small kushiban looked darn near out of breath, but nonetheless uttered strict orders to be carried out by the medic immediately...

 

Roene took the time to relax and stretch for a little, taking care to mention and point out to himself the sore spots on his body, but realized it was now time to move again as a second thunderous crash echoed from the room and more transport ships began to fire off. Realizing Galen may have trouble due to his current condition though, Roene offered to carry him if the need arises...

[Galen]

*Retching Galen stumbled towards the nearest transport. Just inside the hatch he looks for the emergency decompresion supplies. He flings the locker open and pulls out a breathmask. Dialing it to pure oxygen, Galen atempts to do some deep breathing. He pauses there off to the side so that people can continue to board the transport. As his head begins to clear, Galen began to look around at what he could see inside the ship, and out in the hanger. He thought that the next closest pain he had felt had been a broken hand, maybe a broken wrist. Galen could still feel that pain as if it were his own. Looking for someone cradeling his or her arm, the kushiban stood observant as he watched the last of the people board the ship.*

[Reptilia]

On the transport I could barely remember what happened earlier, I was in class, the temple shook, I helped people out, then I was in the transport.

 

"Who did it" I asked?

 

"Some Sith, I don't know either" a Trandoshan said.

 

"I think it was Ar-Pharazon" one Lethan Twi'lek noted.

 

We noticed we were about to land so we got ready.

 

"Lets talk later" I said.

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca got aboard his Starsword and followed the transports towards the main Alliance base on Gala, mean while listening to the Holonet, and slowly understanding more then what he wanted.

 

((If you have already posted getting on the transports, you can post over in the Alliance base thread for Gala.))

[Darth Grief]

THE SILHOUETTED FORM OF NYFE MERDIR dropped silently and stealthily to the metal floor-plates in the corridor of the interstellar transport orbiting high above Gala. Though bright day reflected below, it was the night shift aboard the craft; only a skeleton crew was awake.

 

Hah, a skeleton crew, he thought. Would that the crew would all be skeletons. It was so stupidly ironic he had to smirk.

 

His rough hand reached out toward the heavy door from the corridor to the bridge. Tugged the latch, found it held fast. Locked.

 

"Chattur'gha." The voice had a sound you'd expect from a rusted industrial fan that hadn't been switched on in years. Rough, cracked, broken, and unbearably unstable.

 

"Yes?" However, the reply was smooth and mechanical.

 

"Lockpick." The harsh voice again.

"The subtle one?"

"No."

"The violent one?"

"Not this time."

"I'm sad."

 

At Merdir's side, the long, smooth cylinder creaked and whirred, a chillingly slender steel proboscis sliding from its reverse side. Merdir slung the entire apparatus from his belt and jammed it haphazardly into the mechanical lock on the bridge door. "Break it."

 

The whirring from the cylinder increased for a moment, and suddenly stopped with the crack of splintering metal. Pulling the pieces of the lock out of the door, Merdir slung the tool back to his side as a confused voice from beyond the door swore explicitly.

 

"Watch out, you woke him up." The smooth voice this time. Teasing.

"Don't give a ****," Merdir replied. He gripped the latch with both hands, swinging the metal bridge door open as he vaulted into the room. At the transport's long control interface sat a single disheveled man, his eyes widened in sudden alarm, a dirty magazine in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other. A single movement and Merdir had the man by the throat, the cup crashing to the floor, all screams of alert crushed into strangled gasps.

 

Just as the man's eyes began to roll into the back of his head, Merdir released his grip, grabbed the man by the hair, and slammed his neck down through the control stick of the ship, impaling him through the trachea. He continued to struggle for a few minutes, making pathetic gurgling sounds as his lifeblood gushed to the floor and Merdir made himself comfortable in the man's former seat.

 

The transport was on a re-entry course upside down above Gala, with the great viewport on the bridge pointed straight down -- the first thing Merdir noticed was the gigantic plume of ugly black smoke trailing from the surface of the planet. Merdir muttered to himself for a moment. Why couldn't whatever calamity that happened down there have purged the life from this ship as well?

He stopped suddenly and blinked. Maybe it could.

 

He had the cylinder at his side out and plugged into the computer's droid interface module in half a second. "Where's this ship going?"

Chattur'gha spun the module. "Autopilot course. Down to the origin of that fire."

"The hell's down there?"

"A temple. Must be a religious ceremony getting out of hand."

"Shut up."

 

A strident, half-panicked voice screeched from the bridge speakers. "Transport vessel, abort re-entry! We've had a small plane crash into our facility. It appears to be an accident but we need medical supplies before we can handle any more routine traffic!"

"Tell them we have no voice." Merdir's growl sounded even more annoyed than usual.

Chattur'gha began to telegraph a reply to the temple down below: VOX DISABLED, ONLY TTY AVAILABLE

"Peel off, transport! We can't take you!" The voice on the speakers was practically at a scream.

"Tell them we have... help or something."

Chattur'gha telegraphed: WE HAVE DOCTORS

"Good," Merdir rasped.

Then added: WE ARE A SHIP OF DOCTORS, FROM THE MEDICAL PLANET CADEUCEUS PRIME. WE WERE BORN AND RAISED TO DOCTOR THEE. MAY OUR GREAT GOD DOKH-TORRH GUIDE US TO YOUR WOUNDED.

"Little over the top."

 

Luckily, the panicked comm operator on the ground didn't seem to notice. He was most likely in shock from the attack. "Well then, hurry the hell up and get down here! Land anywhere, go!"

 

Less than ten minutes later, the transport was cruising onto the Temple grounds, the viewport obscured by rancid smoke and flames. Tiny people scurried about the premises, flowing in and out of small fleets of ambulances emblazoned with bright red crosses. Men helped obviously crippled women, their faces obviously contorted in pain even from the view of the descending craft.

 

The transport turned until it was hovering just above the triage center. Merdir cackled at their agony, so distraught as they were while he was yet so hale and fertile. Chattur'gha knew what to do, but couldn't.

"Master, I cannot turn this craft's guns upon the crowd of wounded. This vessel is unarmed."

Merdir smirked. "Thanks for trying. Blow the fuel tanks."

Chattur'gha whirred for a long moment.

 

With a sound like the final shot of Armageddon, the hovering transport blew apart in a rippling, searing explosion, directly above the crowds of people tending to the wounded. Showers of shrapnel accelerated to supersonic speeds tore through the canyon atmosphere, shattering fragile flesh and bone even before the booming concussion and flames incinerated the triage center in an inexorable hellstorm of fire.

[Jidai Geki]

The next transport that approached the Temple without authorization was going to die a sudden death, whether by their hands or those of the other defenses.

 

Grief, posting the response of other people, whether NPC's under their control or otherwise, is against the rules. Since you posted the Jedi comms operator's response to your request to land, your attack is nulled. You are still in the transport above Gala.

[Anilara Kadav]

Serena set down in her borrowed ship just around the jedi temple's location surveying the wreckage that had been left behind by a rather large crash. judging by the trajectory the point of the crash was all too intentional, but who would commit blatant homicide in order to prove a point? Serena watched the fires as they began to spread and could only look on with disgust. Being an assassin was definitely dirty work, one with which she had no problems getting her hands dirty for the right price, but she was assigned to kill one person at a time. People would send her to kill maybe one or two people and that was it. No where in her life did she ever support homicide...

 

Serena was quick to throw out a blaster and she may have attitude sometimes, but overall Serena was of a neutral mindset. She wasn't heartless... That, and she was fairly emotionally unstable; the emperor had seen that, but this was just intolerable...

 

Mulling over the event as the ship's door jammed open, she asked if the flunkies knew anything about this. She received several blank looks and then some rather small shrugs but finally, after a few minutes, one of the stealth fighters had the consideration to pull her aside to tell her...

 

"This looks like LAP's work ma'am... I mean think about it. He's a ruthless killer, he loves blood spilling when it's not his own, he loves to kill Jedi and their monuments and he is all about someone else getting their hands dirty... I am betting you anything that the man flying that ship died and LAP is off laughing somewhere about this whole thing..." As the stealth fighter finished he went off with the other flunkies to head into town, trying their best to finish the mission, but what they didn't expect was that now each of the flunkies had a rather large hole in the center of each of their foreheads... They slowly turned only to find Serena with her laser pistols out and smiling at them as they fell to the ground...

 

"well that'll be the last of them" she thought, "and wearing this ysalamari it'll be pretty hard for LAP to track me down... In the meantime. I should probably go see if everything over there is alright..."

 

Granted Serena killed people, but that was mostly to put bread on the table; to serve her own needs. Never once did she see a human's life forfeit for some stupid message... She would kill people she was told to kill and for the right money, but she would never associate herself with someone that would kill hundreds just to try and prove something...

 

No matter how over-the-top the punishment was. It wasn't worth living with the guilt. She already had enough problems to deal with. Why add associating with a mass murderer to the top of the list?

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Hearing a cry for intersystem aid, a few privately funded, yet oddly anonymous, new custom-style dropship style transports arrive from hyperspace- The Corellian Engineering Corporation PDSD-Transport (Known as the Planetary Disaster Support Drops). They land outside the Temple area bringing out food, medical supplies, support personnel, and a special mechanism to collapse the dropship's very hull into suitable building materials to rebuild the Temple and any surrounding facilities that were damaged.

[Darth Grief]

MERDIR SNARLED, and spat a huge glob onto the metal flooring of the ship orbiting above Gala. Wrenching the metal cylinder from the lock of the door to the transport's bridge, he clipped it quickly to his belt and trudged away. Despite the calm, quiet mood aboard the ship as most of its crew slept, the locks on the doors were as adamant as ever, and refused to budge without a metal-shearing display of force that likely would have awoken the entire crew.

 

He slunk down the abandoned, red-lit hallways, cramped corridor by cramped, tight-winding corridor, until he reached his destination -- the tiny, claustrophobic control room overlooking the cargo bay. He rapped like a madman upon the semitransparent window looking into the control room, but knew beforehand that no one was inside. Spend a year on a ship and you start to get to know folks' patterns.

 

No one was around; no subtlety was needed. "Chattur'gha," Merdir growled in a stentorian voice, and they cylinder at his belt responded.

"Breach?" it asked, in a smooth, mechanical voice.

"Right. Noise be damned."

"Affirmative. Setting mode to Shear."

 

Merdir had only the quickest second to rip the cylinder from his belt before a wicked-looking attachment unfolded from it automatically. The cylinder appeared to house a dagger-length hacksaw blade, which immediately began to buzz, then hum, then whistle with an increasingly rapid vibration. The blade grew red, then orange with inner heat before Merdir plunged it into the none-too-thick door to the control room with a sound more strident than at least three-quarters of Hell's bells.

 

After a few minutes, he had carved a path wide enough to stoop through, avoiding the glowing edges of the hole in the door as he did so. But in straightening up, he burned his hand clumsily on the door -- roaring in pain, he dropped the metal cylinder and swatted the control panel with his free hand to clear his head.

 

Unwittingly, he had triggered one of the craft's cargo release levers. Without the localized forcefield to contain it within the cargo bay, a titanic durasteel crate, containing triple-digit tonnages of supplies, broke free from its moorings and tumbled headlong into the upper atmosphere toward the Jedi Temple below, shrieking through the thin air with the forces of reentry-magnitude friction.

[Galen]

Don't make OOC posts- Geki

[ObliviousKnight]

Immediately after the freighter ”œaccidentally”

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

A massive jolt of the temple shook the hangar and the Cabur, throwing Xae-Lin against the counter in the cooking area of the ship, causing her to hit her head on the counter, giving her a slight concussion, though she didn't realize it.

 

Xae-Lin left her ship in a daze, R2-D6 trailing behind her, and looked about to take stock of her surroundings, she was quick to notice some of the structural cracks in the hangar as well as some pieces of metal and concrete that had fallen on the various ships and were laying about, leaving the entire area in utter disarray.

 

She heard some shouting from inside the temple and momentarily dashed back in to her ship to grab the med kit and ran off to the aid of those trapped by the rubble.

 

The shift in structure in the hangar had severely damaged the communications in that area, so Xae-Lin was unable to report in to give the status of the area or to find where she would best be able to help. She looked about and considered how lucky she was to have not been injured in the impact.

 

Can anyone here me? This is Knight Xae-Lin Ardel, I am relatively unhurt and able to help. Please direct me if you need assistance. She sent the message blindly to those in the temple, grasping at anything that she could do to help as her head swam.

 

For some reason she was able to maintain focus and made her way to see if she could get into the temple proper. Unfortunately that way was blocked, leaving her to wander around the outside of the temple to where she could sense two life forms trapped within a huge pile of rubble.

 

She reached out through the force, though due to her head injury it was somewhat murkier than it really should have been. Hello? Is everyone alright in there?, she was beginning to find it slightly harder to concentrate as she began trying to shift some of the debris from the pile. Who ever is trapped in there needed her help and hurt or not she was bound and determined to give her assistance.

 

Almost druggedly, she tried to use the force to help her collect her own thoughts, but at the same time was torn between trying to communicate with the pair that was trapped. She shook her head, she may be small, but she was damned if she was going to let something as insignificant as a pile of rocks and various other building parts keep her from rescuing these trapped people.

My name is Xae-Lin. I'm working on getting you out of there...Is anyone hurt?

[Darth Grief]

Glowing with the friction of reentry, the great durasteel crate tumbled end over end through miles of icy Gala atmosphere before being intercepted by the volley of shells from the ground-based railguns. Being composed of highly resistant durasteel and not a low-flashpoint substance like, for example, balsa wood, the crate failed to oxidize when the volley struck it, and instead blew apart into a spray of thousands of pieces of shrapnel that erupted like fireworks into the sky above the Temple.

 

..

 

THE SOUND OF THE CURSE WORDS that Merdir shrieked as he tore a ragged strip of upholstery from a chair to bind his burned hand rattled the windows of the cargo bay control room and echoed down the hallway through the breached door. He groped around blindly to find his metal cylinder multitool and slammed it into the cargo control computer's interface before collapsing into a chair, wincing. The cylinder spun in the terminal as it referenced data from the cargo manifests. "What am I looking for, Master?" it asked in its smooth voice.

 

"Riches," snarled Merdir, clutching his hand. "Gold bars, bundles of cash, bearer bonds, blank checks. Crystals and **** that are worth a lot of money. Credit cards in other people's names. The hell do you think? **** like that."

"I am afraid the cargo manifests list no wealth of that manner aboard this craft. It appears to be mostly farming supplies and miscellaneous electronics. Also, you might be interested in knowing that this ship appears to be being intercepted by starfighters for some reason."

 

Merdir laughed. To him, it must have looked like an escort. From his seat in the control room, he could have no knowledge that the freighter was being hailed by the ground-based squadron, nor any replies that the ship's real crew was giving them. For all intents and purposes, Merdir, the ship's crew, and the starfighter pilots were oblivious to each other's situation.

[Anilara Kadav]

Serena had busied herself with the collection of the three ysalamri left by LAP's dead henchmen, and took care to incinerate the bodies to make sure they could not be tracked. Then, after that work was done she looked towards the temple realizing that the people there might still need some help. As she sprinted off in that direction however she realized she was still wearing a dress which would require taking a quick detour to change into her battle clothes. It didn't take long to get to her ship though, and after getting her things, she sent her ship flying off towards deep space...

 

"that oughta lead him off of my trail" Serena said with a smug grin... "Now to go help the people at the temple"...

 

Serena swiveled on her back foot with her bag saddled over her shoulder and hastily made for the smoking temple in the distance. She knew she would get there soon, she just hoped there would still be survivors...

 

<20 minutes later>

 

Bag in hand and puffing air, Serena had made it to the temple just in time to see someone else trying to help. It was a fairly small woman who was yelling at the temple, obviously trying to get someone's attention, but as of right now she didn't seem to be making much headway...

 

Serena, regardless of not knowing who this person may be, slowly approached her position with no intention of harming the smaller lady. Once she was within at least a normal talking distance she decided to make herself known so as not to freak the little woman ((Xae-Lin Ardel)) out...

 

"Hi, My name is Serena... I was wondering, do you need any help? And if so would you like mine?"

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

A small incessant beeping interrupted the conversation. Swiveling around in his chair, he activated his communications system, his eyes scanning quickly over the attached file.

 

”œInteresting, most interesting indeed.”

[Arlan Vass]

The explosion knocked Adam, the Temple's droid mechanic, to the floor unconscious. He had just repaired R1-G6 when the temple was attacked. He now lay on the floor, wish a large gash in his head. R1 was in an up-right position, but luckily had not fallen over.

 

R1 was as good as new. Adam had polished his exterior plating, and had upgraded his entire interface. He had also installed many modifications in R1, as well. He had brand new wheels, which Adam had installed only a few hours ago. R1 also came with a full set of new tools, including a claw which he now deployed from a side panel in his plating.

 

He swiveled himself around to the claw hit Adam on his shoulder. With surprsing efficency, R1 was able to clamp onto Adam's shirt. He set down his front wheel, and slowly wheeled himself out of the room, being careful as not to accidently knock Adam into anything on his way out.

 

Chaos was errupting outside in the main lobby of the Order. Men, women, and children were bustling about, trying to find survivors who had come through from the attack. Medics also ran about, some pushing cargo trolleys in front of them with patients on them. Many of the patients didn't seem to be hurt too badly, though there were some who had serious injuries.

 

R1 dragged Adam through the corridor, when finally, a medic approached him. The man walked jogged around to the left side of Adam, when R1 finally released the claw.

 

”œI'll take it from here. You should get out of here.”

[Slicer]

He had felt it in the force coming before it came. A brief moment of cursing went through his head as he began to swear at the perpetrated of the event. Make no mistake; he could care little who killed Jedi, however, his idea of having them be attacked while he was in their general proximity irked him to no end.

 

It isn't my job to warn the all powerful beings now is it?

 

It was only after a closer feeling of intent did he understand that the rebel base itself was not the target but, instead the hidden Jedi enclave elsewhere on world. He silently chuckled at the thought though had to disapprove of the over all method. He would have preferred a more challenging moral crisis for the Jedi then just wanton destruction. However that was just the way he liked to operate. He tuned into various broadcasts, and watched transports stream to and from the Jedi temple. Noticing a few traveling off world, he focused his attention on those, trying to decipher where they were going to end up. When unable to find enough information despite the new light that was brought to his eyes he had set out. Venturing into what most what call enemy territory in order to investigate as well as see with his own eyes, what had transpired.

 

I wonder how long I have before Jedi and rebel alike begin to attack me or try to place blame on my head. It would be interesting to stick around and see.

 

Truly back tracking the various transports he found himself in front of the somewhat ruined Jedi Temple. While he had remained on this world for quite some time, he still found it necessary to disguise his force presence lest some saber happy Jedi wish to invoke in the ancient feud between Jedi in Sith.

 

Though it would perhaps be best if I wasn't seen in this particular area.

 

He closed his eyes and concentrated, reaching out to the force, he bent it to his will. Though parts of the area were still thick with smoke, the temple soon found itself in a blanket of fog and smoke, obscuring vision enough to keep most prying eyes away from him.

 

Landing his ship in a clearing he disembarked and set foot on Jedi ground, ignoring the architecture and instead opening up his sensors in his helmet and feeding in the information he had.

 

With a curisory glance in one direction he started forward only to come across a curious sight. The charred remains of bodies seemed to be haphazardly displayed and arranged. Bending down, he checked what he could, feeling the burnt flesh beneath his gloved hand.

 

Interesting, these, bodies were not destroyed in the crash, looks like they were murdered. A murder on Jedi grounds how ironic.

 

His sensors picked up the images and he recorded the dead bodies and sent the pictures and footage of them to his ship. He began to run them through his database, as he continued on his way closer to the Jedi temple.

 

Obscured in fog, he found movement with in the damaged area of the temple fairly easy, as it was generally assumed he was there to help instead of look around like some sort of tourist.

 

Using the force, he began to search for what was not there. Most force users would not know to do this trick, instead focusing on what the force chose to show them. He on the other hand given the situation knew that in order to obtain that which he wished, he would have to search for that which was not know or felt. It was an interesting conundrum, and he spent his time in between searching with the force, to ask medics various questions, such as where the other transports where headed. They seemed more than happy to tell him, especially if he embellished the details with about his connections with those involved in the incident.

 

Obtaining the answer rather quickly, he filed the information away as a potential check up point, before continuing in his search. He felt the distinct presence of a Jedi nearby and began to gravitate toward that position.

 

His eyes opened wide as what he sought was revealed to him and he closed himself down in the force. Things were normally much more apparent when a strong contrast was next to them. Obscuring his presence, as to not alarm the jedi, or even let them know he was moving amongst them.

 

I really don't need a saber happy Jedi, this will be tricky enough as it is.

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

"Hi, My name is Serena... I was wondering, do you need any help? And if so would you like mine?"

 

Xae turned slightly to the new presence and noise. Her head was still swimming and solely bent on the task of freeing whoever was trapped under the rubble. In her mind she could still hear the screams and cries of those that were caught in the blast. It was almost too much for her concussed mind to bear.

 

She tried to meet the other woman's gaze, nearly losing her balance when she turned to face the Zabrak-Hybrid woman, a feeling of nausea washing over her. At least there were others that were there to help. Was she another Jedi? Why was she here? Where was everyone?

 

Her thoughts were foggy and she could not concentrate at all. She couldn't remember where she was or what she was supposed to be doing, and her head was pounding.

 

”œG-get them out,”

[Gavin Ryaro]

Startled, Gavin awoke in a cold sweat. Beads of salty persperation ran down his face and neck, soaking his clothes, leaving them clinging to his skin. He slid his legs over the edge of the sleeping pallet before standing on his still shaky legs. Sleep hadn't come easy, visions had invaded his mind constantly. It was coming, a confrontation that would be an epic showdown, a turning point in the young Jedi's life, but he would be ready.

 

He stepped out of his clothes and into the refresher, cherishing the warm water as it seemed to wash away the night's darkness, cleansing him of any dark forces that were attempting to invade his inner calm. He stepped out and as he looked around he noticed that even his quarters seemed brighter. He slipped on a freshly laundered robe and grabbed the things he would need for his trip.

 

He made his way out of his quarters and down the corridors towards the archives. The rows upon rows of stored informatoin never ceased to amaze him. How a library so perfectly cohesive could be put together in one place still sent shivers down his spine, but he wasn't here to fawn over the holos, he was here to get what he wanted and leave. He set off down a row of holos, scanning the titles until he found what he wanted. A holocron, more specifically the holocron of one of the greatest Sentinel masters ever to live.

 

He returned to the main part of the archives and let the archivist know what he was taking and when he would have it returned, then set out for the docking bay. He commed ahead and let the techs know that he would require his ship and requested that they have it prepped for him when he arrived. As the smell of oil, fuel, and cleaner fluid invaded his nostrils he knew he was in the right place. He nodded at the head techincian and boarded the ramp of his ship. As he requested it was already prepped and he was able to lift off only minutes after boarding, and only minutes after that he was bursting off into hyperspace, the great unknown.

[Jarin Silocen]

Today is the day. He thought, not entirely sure how to feel. Today was the day he was supposed to be chosen by one of the masters of the order to become a padawan. As exciting as the prospect was, he couldn't help but let many questions break through his concentration. Who is going to be my master? Will they like me? Am I really ready? He knew before he let the question take its own winding path through his mind what the answer was. Yes! He had been ready for this for two years now, ever since he had surpassed the other younglings in training. He could tell they were all jealous, but intervention from the masters and their years of training had prevented them from acting on such base emotions. They even managed to sincerely wish him luck the day he left his group to start his own studies as he waited for a master.

 

Trip couldn't help but enjoy mind numbing tasks. He saw it as a type of meditation, letting the repetition of the tasks take his mind away from the world to focus on one simple task. Today it was moving rocks. Not any rocks, mind you, but pieces of the large stones that once made up the temple walls. Many of the younglings had been sent to the destroyed part of the temple to begin clearing away the debris. Where many would find this a lewd form of cheap child labor, the masters had simply explained it as practice. They were not to move the stones by physical might, but with the force. Gathered in a large semicircle, dozens of younglings sat cross legged and eyes closed, deep in meditation as they cleared away the debris as best their training and focus could allow. Many of them had focused on the smaller rocks, while Trip and a few other older boys took their time and moved away the larger ones. In quiet solace he sat, obediently practicing, forcing his mind to shrug off the lesser things and simply focus on the vastness of the force.