Koda Fett
Auteme
R-4ZR
Kishimoto Nakaioma
Gauvain Dawnstrider
Kai Bamarri
Erdish Hane
Tok Demvu
Grendel Krayt
Toby
Lobb
Valery Noble
Forlan Norsama
A blue hand gripped the duracrete.
The blood and black filament was pooling around the body of the fallen Senator as the crowd began to uproar and panic. Security was rushing in as a man was pointing outside towards the sky and the buildings opposite the plaza.
"Up there!" Another cried.
An orphan ran by, holding his face. Another stood near Gore's corpse, clutching his sweat and blood riddled white shirt, crying. There was panic in the crowd. Nobody knew what to do, even Security was baffled at what had just transpired.
A blue hand gripped the duracrete.
Fal Gore's headless body began to convulse as the bleeding slowed. Another man threw a blanket on top of the corpse as the Debate's security was beginning to find it's handle on things. A perimeter was made as the Jedi and Senator Denko-Durren leapt into action, heroically securing the scene and following the supposed assassin.
The white sheet began to move, clinging to Fal Gore's skin and blood as it began to billow, as if some unseen force was blowing wind into it.
b̵̦͎̖̭̳̟͇̭͒̓̑̄̀͠r̵̛͖̰̀̈́̌̄̀͌̌o̸͈̗̜͈͒͐̐͐̈́̋͑̂̚t̶͚̱͍̭̉͂̎̿̓͐̔͐͝ẖ̶͉́̑͊́̌̓̒̀̈́̂͋̀̒̚͝ę̴͙̟͈̺́͆ŗ̴̨̛͈̲̪͖̮̲̺̀̈́͂̋̄̃̄͂̕̚͜͠͠ ̴̧͖͈͔̺̜̋̔̂͆̅͐̕͝f̶̨̹͔̎͛͊͋̊̄͠͝͠î̸̡̨̬̣̲̝̬̦̫̲̤̭̀͐́̌͂̕v̵͖͚͇͛̈́̀͑̊͛͒͋̚ͅĕ̷̡̢̡͓̠̱̥̿̆͊̿̍͂͋͌̃͛̐̃̃͘l̷̮̥̈́̽̓͒̽̾̈̽̄̓̄̾͝į̴̨̖̠̯͖̖̮̭̣̹̹͖̝̄̄̄̄̿̀̉̚n̸̨̠̣̤̰̼̬̥̘̰̿̾̄͂͝ẻ̷̡̜̻͚̠̘̗̞̜̞̮̗̇̓̓͗̾́̌͒̽̈͋̉͘̚s̸̟͔͙̹̱̙̟̆̇̌̾̌̆̽̃̀̊͝
Like rusted metal scraping, a sound began emanating from Fal Gore, and the blue hand gripped the duracrete and began to push up. The ghost-like headless form of Fal Gore stood, his red tie wafting through the sheet as it clung to his form. The body stood erect, and began to adjust it's tie as if some weird reflexive muscle memory had just taken hold. Were it not for the missing head and gaping hole in his neck, one could tell by patterned movements alone this was obviously the Senator of the cyborg planet Iskadrell.
Br̴̡͓͇͉͍̜̠̭̣̘̽̇ͅơ̴̖̣̟͊̏͑̾̓̎̚͘͝͠͝ͅt̴̡̨̨̩̼̳͔̮̜̽̀̈́̓̊̇̊͑͌͛̈̽̂̈́h̵̥͉͖͕͑͛̀ȅ̶̛͙̗͖̞̼͈̖̻̖̠̜̾́̃̎̅̊͊́͠r̵͓̞͈̲̍͊̈͘ ̵͇̗̼̲͖͚̦̙̬͈̠̿̋͒̌̇̓̔̆̚͜͝͝ͅFi̴̯͕̟͈͒̊́̀̂̐̏̉̋̆́̕͝v̴̥̖̝̪͙̙̠̄̀̚e̵̖̋͒͗̒̈́̑́͐̾͠l̸̡͚̣̞̱̱͇̾̃̔́́͒̚̕͠i̶̗̰̪̫̼̣͎̬̻͖̥͛͊̀͋͗͊̈́̿ṅ̵̖͎̝̼̬̭͓͉̝̘̠̮̩̦̿̿͗̿̀̑͌͊̚e̶̢̡̮̹̯̭̱̟̜̱̮͍͍͗͂̎͌̾ş̵̨͖͕̝̺̰͍̝̦̜̰̒̊̑̽̌̚̚ͅͅ,̷̢̧̧͉̭͎̰̜̣̺̰̣̞͙͔̐̿̃͆̌̆̂̈͒̆̇́͘ ̷̝̪̜̭̲̟̠͉̥̣͙̾̿̓̌c̵̡̹͈̮̲͚̲̜̄͆̽͂ͅä̶̡̡͎͔̲͚͕̭̯̥̳̜́̾͝n̷͕̗̜̻͉̻̫͚͔͕͕͖̬͑̒̌̆̆͊̆͛̾̒̆̃̃̽̚ ̶̤͙̭̭̑̀̋̾̕͝͝ÿ̶̩͓̦́̓́̇̏͋̈́̒͒͝͝ȯ̶̡̢̠̟̣͉͑̍̔͛̔͛̈̐͂̚͝͝͝ǔ̴̲̫̝̯̠̰͎̍ ̵̨̩̗̤̺̗̗̝̪̞̯̽̓͐̈́̇́̓h̸͇̙͔̺̦̗̻̳̗̟̺͌̓̃̽̉̏̐̈̐͋̈́͐̕͝ȩ̴̣̯̟͇̰͔̘͓̜̈́a̵̬̗̪̘͋͗̃͋́̈͘͘͝͠r̶̪̣̎͋̾͒́̿̀̂̉̄̚ ̷̢͓̰̙̯̈́̂͛̓̽̀́̇̀̉̊̃̚͝m̴̧̙͍̠̣̃̀͆̏e̶͉̜̘̮͍͛͌̑ͅͅͅ
A similar metallic sound broke through the panicked crowd, louder and clearer this time, though most people were still not paying attention. The Security Guards nearest Fal Gore, however, were white in the face with terror. The body began shambling forward, making its way through the threads and towards the exits of the building where the crowd was flooding through.
It stood still, as if looking at the sky. There was still no head, but one could imagine it was taking a deep breath.
Ṭ̵̢̢̧̨̘̠̜͕̣̠̐̽̅̔̕͝H̴̹̻͍̰̠̹̲̀̍̀̿͐͠Ạ̵̛̭͚̠͌͑͊́̓̑͗̓͘ͅͅN̴̛̜̥̮̳̰̬͂͒͋̊̔́͑̑̈́̕K̴̭̦̣̦̳̗̖͙͉̝͙͚͉͎̐͐͊͋̿̆̂̚ ̵͔͍̗̻̽́͗̈̇̓̽͘͝Ţ̵̛̹̘͇͓͖̻̘̫͔͈͜ͅḨ̵̛̺͓̦̻͕͓̗̖̭̠̜͖̿͋́͗͂͐͋́̈́̇̒͐̕͝E̶͙̗̝̚͜ ̵̨̝̞͂́͛̒̇̊̒͛̓̄̒̉̉͗͂M̴̺͕̜̘̊̔A̴̛̪̘̯̤̯̾̆̉̄̊̍̾͌͆͆͐̚Ķ̴̱̻̳̜̠̪͕̖̈́̋̑̇E̶̡̞̯̼̬̘̜̖͈͎̺̦̞̭̓̏̌͆̌͜Ȓ̸͓̻̯͈̥̻̬̳͔̗̫̓̉̿
The ghostly visage of Fal Gore's headless body raised it's hands, and a bright white light emanated from his chest, erupting in a starbright explosion of destructive
gamma radiation that threatened to engulf the entire entrance of the plaza.
