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Faction Curtains Drawn | First Chancellery Debate

On the corner of a skyscraper over the Senate Plaza, the Mandalorian stood with the rifle held lazily in hand and over his shoulder. His frame silhoutted by the sun, each subtle and distinguishing feature of his armour made clear in a dark outline; the rangefinder that extended from the helmet, the blaster, the side-cloak that blew in the breeze. His T-visor found the familiar face of Auteme down below and watched, her eyes scanned for a shooter and in no time at all discovered him.

In return, Koda Fett offered the still living senator an all too casual salute before he disappeared from view and motioned to leave on the other side of the building.

Too casual for someone that commited blatant murder mere seconds before.

Auteme Auteme
 
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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.



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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.



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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.




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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.


 

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Things escalated rapidly. Lobb was quick to identify the assassin.

"Koda Fett," he muttered.

That was just one of the miscreants Lobb had to worry about. A man with loyalty to credits was a dangerous one, and Lobb had very little information on the bounty-hunter. It was what followed that was more concerning, however. Gore stood up, headless and bloody. How? Cybernetics maybe? He was the Senator of Iskadrell after all. Lobb didn't have long to think about it. An explosion came from the dead senator's chest. Gamma Radiation.


"Jedi!" Lobb shouted, turning to Valery. "That thing is spilling out Gamma Radiation! You organics are in danger!"

He didn't know what this Master Noble could do, but he assumed more than him given his frail, armless body.
 

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CURTAIN'S DRAWN
FIRST CHANCELLERY DEBATE



Kishimoto had have the nerve to shoot B3-LL B3-LL in the head for his antics on stage but held his hand for now and turned towards M1G-77 M1G-77 who spoke his mind about the struggle against 'corporations' in his territory. It was unfortunate that small time business couldn't compete with the larger supply chains but that was the price of economic growth. His heavy handed taxation of business would only drive them out of the alliance if he was elected.

"Sure raising taxes on corporations will surely plan out well. Senator Sevot. When they leave the alliance for someone else who has lower taxes and regulatory practices." Kishimoto countered his point ; ignoring the 1% part of his statement to not incriminate himself nor his cousin Saro Nakaioma Saro Nakaioma who actually ran the Nakaioma Corporation.

He watched quite quickly as the radical senator was quickly killed and a smile formed on his face. Auteme Auteme tried to intervene but was too late apparently as another person within the crowd raised a blaster to kill her but was swiftly taken by the senate security force at the event. He didn't need to be asked twice ; as he made his way off the stage to avoid being assassinated by the nakaioma's enemies. Joining up with the Nakaioma Security Force nearby his hover limousine and getting inside where the pressure seal prevented the Gamma Radiation levels from affecting him.

The Nakashima pulled away from the Senate Plaza to return back to Nakaioma Headquarters on Coruscant. Although he went slow enough as to return back to the debate should they wish to carry on.

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Koda Fett Koda Fett
Tarjik Khen Tarjik Khen
Kai Bamarri Kai Bamarri
Erdish Hane Erdish Hane
Tok Demvu Tok Demvu
Grendel Krayt Grendel Krayt
Toby Toby
Forlan Norsama Forlan Norsama



 


Location: Chandrila
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From one moment to another, hell broke loose.

A shot was fired, a senator went down and those in the crowd began to panic and rush for safety. Valery, however, remained calm and looked around for the shooter as well. Only when Auteme Auteme moved to go after him, she decided it was best for her to focus on something else, and returned her gaze to the kids who had been near the stage. Her first instinct was to secure them while most people were just focusing on getting themselves out, but something else caught her attention.

The body of B3-LL B3-LL was moving.

"Jedi!" Lobb shouted, turning to Valery. "That thing is spilling out Gamma Radiation! You organics are in danger!" Lobb called out.

Valery's eyes widened and without hesitating for even a moment, she rushed after the exploding senator. Her hands extended and channeled the Force to quickly project a Barrier around the figure, hoping to contain the energy of the otherwise incredibly dangerous blast. She expected that some of the deadly rays could still escape, but as long as she could keep them from being lethal, lives could be saved today.

"Everybody, get out of here!" she screamed at the top of her lungs now that she had revealed herself as another Jedi in the crowds. People continued to run, but she remained right where she was, focusing every ounce of strength on the Barrier she had formed around him despite the risk it formed to her own safety.



 
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"FETT! COME BACK HERE," she cried out. The Mandalorian gave her a mocking salute and left. Surely he'd made a quick escape, slipped out with his mission completed -- but why? Why Gore? What had he shot him with, for the Chiss's head to...

A greater danger reared its head; Auteme stopped, and turned back to the stage. She ran back across the sheet she'd woven, and leapt back down to the stage. Another Jedi -- Valery Noble -- was already handling things, but it was clear she could use some help. A dangerous light emanated from the once-Senator. It was surely nothing good.

Auteme raised her hands towards the barrier formed around the body; as though spurred by a strong wind, the sheet she'd woven above them came undone, flying down to envelop the barrier. The threads of her own clothes seemed to slide off her, stripping her down to a simple bodysuit as the threads moved to reinforce. With one hand she produced more, while the other wove them tighter and tighter, a cocoon to match even a master Mist-Weaver's. Not only would it keep in all the danger, but ward everything else outside -- even, to an extent, time itself.

"Sorry we have to meet this way," she said, strain evident in her voice. She spared no more words for the Jedi Master.
 
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Fal Gore’s body quivered as the white hot light of air shimmering radiation was caught as soon as it arrived. Though the body of the Senator was consumed, an unseen barrier began pushing back against the chain reaction of the triggered explosion. Providing only structural damage to the entrance, the combined efforts of the present Jedi were successful in containing the explosion.

Pieces of Fal’s skull remained on the floor, covered in boiling blood and black tar. His lower jaw, missing a few teeth but mostly intact, was quivering as if still attempting to speak. Yet the once and future Senator of Iskadrell remained quiet, his fiery rhetoric perhaps silenced for the final time.
 


Location: Chandrila
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"You won't hear me complaining," Valery said in response when Auteme Auteme joined her to contain the exploding senator with the Force. With a Barrier already projected around him, Auteme used her own unique skills to weave a cocoon of strings around it that further imprisoned the senator and ensured that none of the harmful effects would escape and reach the people who were trying to get away.

The entrance of the building was damaged, and very little remained of the man who, in a short time, had sparked so much controversy. But a far greater crisis had been averted by the quick thinking of the two Force users.

"I think that's it..." Valery said through a few seconds of heavy breathing. But after drawing in a deep breath of fresh air, and realizing that the situation was under control, she steadied herself and turned to Auteme, "Thanks for the help, and uh... smile to the cameras, I suppose."

Her fiery eyes shifted to the side, as people and reporters who realized there was no more danger returned and flooded the area with cameras and microphones to get exclusive images of the scene, or interviews with the woman who was undoubtedly going to win this election now.



 
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Location: Senate Plaza in Hanna City, Chandrila
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Forlan stared in shock at the holoscreen as the sniper round blasted Gore's skull, fulfilling his promise for more Gore.

Panic gripped the crowd outside the studio, and the senator's instincts kicked into gear: they had to evacuate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, make an orderly exit to the emergency exits!" He called in his 'commander's voice', as the old Vipers called it. The civilians nearest to him complied almost as if compelled, turning and quickly filtering out of the exits on the other side of the lobby. The others that had accompanied him began to help direct foot traffic out, and not a moment too soon, as the studio exits flew open and people in the studio burst out into the lobby to evacuate.

Forlan headed closer towards the studio, helping those injured in the trample to safer streams of traffic.

"Jedi!" Lobb shouted, turning to Valery. "That thing is spilling out Gamma Radiation! You organics are in danger!"

Forlan heard the radiation alert, but he did not have to; he was Chagrian, and he could feel the gamma burst prickle his skin. Even as Valery and Auteme contained the gamma burst, Forlan remained in the studio to help the injured out. Better him than someone else, he reasoned. Chagrian natural radiation resistance would keep the worst effects of any leaking gamma radiation at bay.
 
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The ball of Force-strands grew larger and larger as she piled them on. But, when Noble signaled that it was over, Auteme stopped, and began to tighten it further, smoothing out the edges, condensing the sphere into something more manageable and elegant. No, this did not look like the work of a great Mist-Weaver; it was patchy and rough. Her eyes went immediately to the flaws.

"There is nothing to smile about," she said. This was a disaster on so many levels -- a man was killed, or perhaps revealed as something else; that recurring Mandalorian assassin; the failure of this debate, and her opponents getting their last words. Was it enough, to simply take action? She wanted to do far more than leap in when there was danger.

Auteme stood still, breathing heavily. Her clothes replenished themselves, and she sighed tiredly.
 
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Location: Senate Plaza in Hanna City, Chandrila

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Was it enough, to simply take action? She wanted to do far more than leap in when there was danger.

As the remaining evacuees were ushered out, Auteme Auteme would have seen a young child, perhaps one of Gore's lackeys, scared and confused, look back into the studio, eyes locking with the Jedi. The child's eyes spoke thanks and shone with admiration at the actions of a real hero.

"Thank goodness you two were here," Forlan walked up to the two Jedi.

"Apologies for the interruption during the debate..." Forlan was not sure what else to say. The guilt was back again. He looked at the broken body of B3-LL B3-LL .

He recalled the words of the Iskalloni and Chiss, spoken so many times by the refugees that had fled to his own adoptive home:

"May you find perfection in the next iteration, and the Red Flame judge you worthy," he breathed a short prayer.

Within a few minutes, even they were evacuated from the studio; the debaters to their press conferences, and Senator Norsama back to his ship to be de-radiated. He had a lot to think about.


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