Dey Tink Der Brains So Big [Terrorist Attack on Naboo] [No Jedi/Sith, Please]

[Beowoof]

Theed, Naboo​

13.00​

Terrorists' Objective: Cause as much civil unrest as possible, through any means. Obviously.
Omega Protectorate/Naboo Objective: Attempt to capture terrorists, and prevent further chaos after the initial attack.

[[OOC Note: If you enter this RP, you have agreed to accept possible physical harm to your character, up to but not including death. Please play fairly and accept consequences for your actions. Most importantly, be nice OOC and have fun! ]]


The gasmasked figure finished removing the final safety feature of her bomb, specialty ordered from that bulk explosives supplier guy she knew. DO NOT TOUCH, EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, it read in bold, red, stenciled characters. For extra measure, she hooked a wire from one of the specially labeled ignition pins to the rotating hand of the giant Theed tower clock--just in case her datapad failed to properly send the signal to the bomb's receptor. These things do happen sometimes. Terrorist newbs.

Having done a once-over to make sure everything was properly set up for her little celebration, the mysterious young woman dashed down the stairway, wrapping a veil around her head and shifting her appearance slightly be taking on the paler complexion of a Rattataki. Sweeping through the Great Hall, she found her way outside, unhindered.

Wasting little time, the Clawdite 'unfastened' a swoop bike from its rack and took off for the administrative offices of central Theed. When she arrived, the woman removed her veil and discarded it in the trashcan outside the main entrance, where there conveniently happened to be a heavy tank of gas with a spray nozzle attached--of course, she had left it here at 05.48 this morning, right after the last bag was changed by the custodian.

Heaving the bulky equipment onto her back and strapping it snugly, the 'Rattataki' stepped up the stairs to the Protectorate offices and invited herself inside. She was met with inquisitive stares all around the front atrium. "Pest control. Attic," she explained, voice muffled by her gas mask.


[member="Ermac Laith"], [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], [member="Al Gorlock"], [member="Kezeroth Barcu"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

[member="Alice"]

Naboo was one of six worlds within the Protectorate with the highest level of defense and security within the Protectorate. This meant it was difficult to sneak around the capital city without being observed. There were areas where beings tended to congregate, or had high traffic volume. Then there were the areas where access was restricted. These areas were easiest to monitor and patrol. When someone turned up that wasn't supposed to be there, eyes were on them and followed them before any alarm, silent or otherwise, would be triggered.

When the mysterious figure set up a package, it was curious that they attempted to tie it to a non-moving object with no data access. There were no clock towers on Naboo. There hadn't been one on Naboo for thousands of years. So if they expected there to be some sort of physical trigger to the bomb, they would be sorely disappointed. Effectiveness aside, once the person departed, several droids moved in and began to set up signal blockers around the device to prevent any remote tampering. Once that was done, they began to construct a hardened shell of turadium around the device, and themselves, to facilitate transport and controlled detonation if necessary.

As for storing tanks inside waste recepticles, it was immediately flagged as suspicious given that it the only people who ought to have been messing with them were waste management. Before the figure walked up the steps to an admin office, a CXR-75 dropship flew over and lowered a pair of troops on clamps to hoist the tank away. And when the figure attempted to gain access by posing as pest control, one of the guards checked his datapad and shook his head. "Sorry, I got nothing on records says you're supposed to be here. If there's nothing in our systems about it, I can't let you in with that equipment."

 

[Soleil Ishtar]

Theed - Naboo
Palace

“What is the word on the Gungan Ambassador?” would come the question from the delicate throat of Andromeda Versai, Princess of Theed.

“Your Highness, he will be arriving within the hour.” Jyphan, her assistant would say. She was small for her age, only nine years old, but well educated. Jyphan Verns was of a noble house out in Lake Country, and had already begun the rigorous line of political work required of a junior legislature representative. The experience as the personal assistant to the Princess of Theed would grant her more networking connections for her future goal of being voted a Princess herself.

The path that every Princess on Naboo had taken upon themselves to be voted to their positions by the people and for the people.

Whatever manner of potential turmoil would be in the back of Andromeda’s mind. She had a responsibility to Theed, and that currently was ensuring the Gungan Ambassador’s stay for the Queen would run smoothly.

 

[Cor Latch]

He headed down the street, silver suitcase in his right hand. Sweat poured down his forehead, after all, he had never done anything even similar to this before. He slowly looked around, forcing himself to search even every alleyway. He had to discover [member="Alice"]'s location. He leaned up against the walls of one of the many buildings. He held his communicator up to his mouth, clearing his throat. "What is your location? I repeat, what is your location?" He asked, keeping a calm voice.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Kezeroth was Contacted on Tatooine by [member="Alice"], Being on the outer city limits Kezeroth was cloaked all over his 8'2 body his 550lb weight made a slight thump as he walked toward Theed. Message was only to be in Theed at this time and to wait for " The Signal". Kezeroth was not one for waiting. Gungan natives walked quickly away from Kezeroth as he traveled toward theed. What was this all about? he thought to him self.

Different personalities taking over Kezeroth as he got closer to the city limits. Each personality saying This is your chance to have some fun. Kezeroth growled deeply coming to a stop looking at Theed it made him sick. Reminded him of the Lab he was born in. Voices in Kezeroths head telling him hes in the right place and telling him to wait little longer.
" This Better not take all day!" Kezeroth spoke out talking to himself again. Voices answered him back, Wait ill have fun in a minute just wait. Kezeroth didnt know what to expect or do so he listened and stood in the fields outside city limits waiting, his cloak covered body torn and showed holes revealing a Long handled Saber (Light Pike) mounted across his back under his cloak, blowing in the wind.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra tapped her fingers as she looked down at her wrist, a chronometer of rather ancient looking design resting there as she counted the seconds and waited for whenever the bomb might go off. Around her she stood as dock security was going over her cargo of battle droids and combat droids, visibly unnerved as to why she had such a cache of weaponry. "Oh hurry up already, ive got places to go and things to do, as i sure you have to do. You even have my license for getting these on planet and i can assure you that they are on the highest encryption codes." She said to the nearby officer that was overseeing the efforts, unaware she was purposely distracting them so that several gunships carrying Mirari Bodyguard droids and a good three dozen rebuilt Krath war droids. Of course that meant she needed to keep their eyes turned while those droids snuck among the populace, disguised due to their humanoid appearance and ability to hide their shells.

[member="Kezeroth Barcu"] [member="Cor Latch"] [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="Ayden Cater"] @Alice

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Theed, Capital of Naboo; Street Level
Objective: Unknown
Allies: [member="Alice"] and her Terrorist Faction
Enemies: Naboo Security Forces and, possibly, Omega Protectorate representatives

​

...Laith was not with the others. He'd been in contact with an individual who called herself Alice and had agreed to help with her activities on Naboo because they would further his own goals. The Mandalorian wasn't a Terrorist however he was a Mercenary which meant that he was always on the lookout to earn credits, he wasn't doing this to cause civic strife and to free the people from their oppressors, and if his memory served him correctly he'd received a communication some time ago that had involved payment for creating strife and disarray in Protectorate space. Naboo just happened to be in Protectorate space. He wasn't sure what Alice had planned, a bombing perhaps, however it was clear that his mission and her own may have differed to some extent. Actually it was a fairly safe bet that Laith planned to use Alice and her terrorists as a distraction for himself...

...he'd set his boots down in the Civic Spaceport, which was much smaller than the Theed Spaceport itself, and been on his way from there. The Civic Spaceport, being smaller than the main spaceport, had a much more relaxed security force and customs which meant it had been far easier for Laith to pass through them undetected. He'd come in his Beskar'gam, identifying himself as a Mandalorian, and with a set of falsefied identification which gave him the persona of the warrior Evancali, who was also a member of the True Mandalorians not to be mistaken with the Mandalorians themselves but who could tell the difference if they didn't know any better. No one who hadn't actually met Laith would have any reason to doubt him. The forgery wasn't perfect, it did have some small errors, which was why he'd chosen the Civic Spaceport as opposed to the main one...

...if his arrival had thrown up any alerts it shouldn't have been until much later though. Especially if Alice and those assisting her actually created a sizable disturbance. All eyes would be on them then. Walking out of the spaceport Laith would have politely thanked the man he'd been dealing with and went on his way...

...he was in the streets of Naboo now, the less traveled ones. As explained he wore his Beskar'gam, a Vibrosword sheathed over his back with the hilt extending up over his right shoulder and he was also carrying his CZ-836 Assault Rifle, the one modified with slinker technology, singling him out as someone who was armed but not overly so. Mandalorians didn't go anywhere unarmed, often, and while it might alarm people he did have the proper identification as explained earlier. Aside from everything mentioned Laith also had a tube of detonite, carefully disguised as one of the modifications to his armor, on his person though it wouldn't have been obvious. Moving down the street his destination, at the moment, was unknown...​

 

[Feena]

Theed
The Palace

Lady Feenarah Mason was many things. Mother, wife, healer, pacifist, politician. Today, she was in the role of politician. More specifically, she was in the role of Praetor of Naboo, and candidate for Queen. Her name was on the ballot. Her campaign team was working over time. And Feena herself, was absolutely exhausted.

It was her husbands thrity fifth birthday today, and Feena wasn't with him for it. Instead, she was at the Palace. Even if the election was only months away, she still had her duties to preform as a citizen and Praetor of Naboo. The Current Queen was expecting the Gungan Ambassador. It was her job to ensure that whatever happened, whatever decisions were made, they were in the best interest of the Protectorate, and of the people.

As the Lady made her way through the halls of the Palace, she couldn't help but feel so safe. Safe. That was new. Since Druckenwell, since that disaster, since that horror, Feena had not allowed herself to feel safe anywhere. She could still feel the blood on her hands, on her face, on every bit of her pretty silk robes. The aftermath of that slaughter had been worse than anything she'd experienced in her thirty three years. She'd spent days down there, healing, patching the survivors up, taking care of those who were the unlucky living. There were so many children. So many left to go on alone. It had taken a long time to find homes for them.

Her work on Druckenwell, when the news had reached Naboo, had proven to be a 'useful tool to boost her popularity', as her political adviser had said. Her urged her to use this, use her work as a healer, as the 'saint', to boost her numbers. The very idea made her sick to her stomach. It was a bloody disaster, a slaughter. The idea of using it for her own goals was entirely the opposite of what she had intended. But that was how politics worked. Whether she liked it or not, the word was out.

Feena paused at a large stained glass window, hands stiff at her side. No nervous fiddling. Just straight back, and stern face. Even if she appeared the exact picture of a Lady, nothing could make her stop feeling all that blood on her fingers. Even so, being home at last, revisiting these halls, it was certainly a good start.

 

[Cor Latch]

He picked out a fairly reasonably tall building, slowly heading over. He nodded polietly to the guard standing at the entrance. As he tried to pass the guard, the guard held out his left hand. "Halt, you cannot enter. This is for tourists only and it is closed at the moment", The officer said, still holding his hand out.


The Ithorian sighed, reaching into his coat. He removed one hundred credits, quickly handing them over. He quickly scanned the area, confirming that there were no witnesses.


"Fine, you have five minutes. No more", The officer said, hesistating. "I just want to snap some pictures, I am a tourist after all", Cor mumbled, following the guard up the long and luxorious stairwell. Cor couldn't help pity the man, he had unknowingly just walked into a trap and he'd have to pay with his life. He finally made it to the top, the guard pushing the large entrance open.


They headed out onto a balcony, a steel railing protecting visitors from falling. He slowly set his silver suit-case down, cracking it open. He took a quick glance inside, grinning at his weapons. A Revolian rifle and pistol, all securely tucked inside of the suit-case.


Instead of removing any camera, he raised the pistol. He fired at the guard, who was admiring the view. The guard fell onto the railing, obviously deceased. Cor sighed, setting his weapon back, this time removing the rifle. He headed over to the railing, pulling the corpse off and back into the balcony. He quickly took aim, grinning. "Checking in, I am in postion", He said into his communicator.

 

[Beowoof]

Alice noted the two armed enforcers dropping in behind her. As soon as she met the security personnel, her hand grabbed the datapad hooked to her waist, opposite the concealed Verpine pistol, and held her currently chalk-white index and middle fingers against a red circle visible on the electronic device's screen. "Achshualley, mai tank eez feeled with deuterium," she explained, toying with a ridiculous accent.

"Pest control. Or I let go and..." She trailed off, electing to complete her threat with a smug nod. Their imaginations could fill in the blank. They knew what she meant. What they did not know was that the deadman's switch was not actually set to discharge her back-strapped deuterium bomb, but the brand-name bomb in the tower.

The handy thing about masks is that they easily harbor comm units. Addressing her attack comrades, she clicked her tongue and uttered the code phrase: "First aid." It was now time for serious business.

[member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Cor Latch"] [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="Kezeroth Barcu"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Ermac Laith"] [member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Boggo Flib]

Kezeroth reached into his pocket seeing the signal was called out. Now was the time for mayhem a voice said to him. Realeseing a Roar echoing into the City carried on the Force. He wanted all to know that the Harbinger of Chaos was in Theed. Going in to a primal stand Kezeroth on all fours sprints toward the spaceport, Objective to cancel all flights. The sight of the huge Cloaked Gen'Dai was a horror to civilians as he drew closer to the spaceport. Apon reaching the spaceport Kezeroth blind sides at Large speeder flipping it over into the enterance of the spaceport. Standing his ground he quickly he lets loose another roar and charges past the masses of people, security or not to make for the Control room. Hopeing the Speeder blocking the main Entrance would buy him time and a distraction for the little time he had before real security came for him.

[member="Alice"]
[member="Cor Latch"]
[member="Feena Mason"]
[member="Ermac Laith"]
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
[member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Old Red Ordo]

Taking some new and season soilders on a training mission away from their homes and family for over a month now. Finding that they had been way long enough, knowing a couple of them had families on Naboo. Knowing after such a hard training mission he had put them through mostly with weapon testing and armor testing. Knowing that each batch needed testing at random is the best way out in the field.

Coming into port on board their ship there was a total of 20 on board in their middle grade armor , Heavy armor to test along with a variety of there weapons. Including others other untested weapons that was being worked on. All this on lock down but those issued to the solider in squad that went with them along with other individuals. After giving the order the one that was the leader of the squad this training mission. They was let go to go where they would like for some R&R also with Old Red letting the leader know that they was there on the ground if anything would be need of them.

This goes out to the leadership on planet side for a cheek in respond to this comlink, Old Red [member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kezeroth Barcu"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
SPACEPORT

One shoulder against another, an embarrassing impact in a crowd. "Sorry," said Boolon, automatically stretching out to see if the other was hurt. At seven-foot-six and two-forty, with immense feet and hands, there were times, humiliating times, when he had injured people by accident. To say nothing of when the Order's worst duellist had made mistakes with his lightsabre. Intent on mortification, he nearly wrote off the lack of Force sense as poor focus on his part. And then, of course, he realized that he was speaking to a disguised droid.

At which point a massive Gen'Dai threw a speeder and took off at a sprint, some distance from Boolon. Spaceport security would be on him like white on rice, and Boolon sensed no serious injuries yet, but-

The droid made a move, and Boolon snapped his fingers. Internal components snapped in unison. Something was not right.

His head tilted slowly, and he turned toward a certain docking bay. The Force had a subtle resonance there, as if another Master was present -- but more to the point, he felt apprehension, confusion, and even a little fear from all those docking officers, and that was a wake that not even qey'tek meditation nor Art of the Small could overcome. He'd used wake-tracking against the Sith council, and it appeared that something else was making waves.

He plodded into the docking bay, and his eyes settled on Cinthra.

 

[Soleil Ishtar]

Theed
Naboo

Forty-five minutes to go and still no Gungan Ambassador. Then again, Gungan’s were not known for their punctuality.

A small graceful smile would linger upon Princess Andromeda’s lips at the thought.

“Your Highness, Lady [member="Feena Mason"] is at the Palace. The Queen as well as Lady Mason will be expecting your arrival along with that of the Ambassador.” Jyphan would quietly murmur, intelligence shining in her bright blue eyes.

Most may consider Naboo to be a backwater world, but it shone with a light that could not be denied. While Coruscant was considered to be the Jewel of the Core Worlds, Naboo likewise was the Jewel of the Outer Rim.

Every elected official on Naboo was chosen on meritocratic grounds, and governed for a limited amount of time. For the monarch, up to two four-year terms were allowed as determined by the planet’s constitution. And like Jyphon and perhaps the other Princesses of the princely city states, all had some measure of vy for that democratic crown in the later years.

For Jyphon it would be years until she would find her name cast on the ballot, but it was no uncommon for one so young as fourteen to be appointed.

Nabooan politics were notable for applying a system of democratic monarchy, where the eligibility of the Monarch of Naboo was not related to age or power; rulers were traditionally selected for their intelligence. Likewise, citizens were not subject to age restrictions to have the right to vote, but were required to take aptitude tests in school that proved a certain level of intellectual maturity.

Andromeda herself was fifteen years old, with her own term in office to adhere to. However, turmoil in the galaxy would often times see officials unable to complete their full term.

A dark thought would pass through Andromeda’s mind that everyone was on a time limit. Hers was just on a shorter timeframe.

“Your Highness?” would come the questioning voice of Andromeda’s assistant.

Stirred from her reverie, the Princess of Theed would give an apologetic smile.

“Forgive me, my mind was on the upcoming negotiations.” She would rise in a swish of cloth, the flowers and intricate detailing in her hair lightly swaying.

“Let us go to the grand hall to personally meet the Gungan Ambassador, I’m sure he won’t be long.”

From there, she would personally escort the Ambassador to the palace to meet the Queen and the Praetor of the Protectorate.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

For the few who didn’t quite know the distinction -- Omega Pyre had absolutely nothing to do with the Omega Protectorate.

Oh yes, the history is there where the Protectorate was originally founded by the Pyre, but as of now? The Private Military Company that hired itself out to fulfill fugitive recovery services, military escorts, and military training was a completely separate entity from that of the government.

Which is why, to Aeron’s vast amusement, she is able to give the flying mynock hand signal to a Protectorate Defense Force Commander attempting to throw his weight around.

Oh this oughta be good, the Icarii would think to herself, as her and her boys, a small detachment of the Pyre here to aide with security, watched with a round of amusement.

So far, no alarms had been set, everything was peachy. Small troubles were usually cleaned up by the local government. But as a Triple AAA world and one of the locations of Fleetcom, Naboo was ready for whatever one could throw at it.

For now, Aeron would amuse herself at the ODF’s antics -- revealing the good natured rivalry between the two that would likely see many brawls, flung insults, and the like for years to come.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra crossed her arms as the security checks continued before calling up a VI on her datapad which soon grew to the same size as her, the hologram speaking to her. "Miss Cinthra, it seems there are alerts all over the city, i recommend that things be quickly handled and you get to safety, this is also a detected virus in our systems which i am working to shut down now." She nodded, knowing full well that the virus there as she had been the one that had had it planted on her ship, paid in cash to the hacker of course and though a disguise none the less. "Thank you Resistance, make sure that the Virus does not reach critical systems, we should be leaving soon..." She stored the datapad as the VI vanished and soon found herself getting an odd feeling from behind her as she looked over her shoulder at one [member="Boolon Murr"] who she stared at before walking over to. "Can i help you sir, i have already told the docking officer about my cargo and im sure that i do not need to re explain it and have them all check things over... for a third time."


As she spoke to the Ithorian, her droids, separate from her cargo, would have landed far from the city in the thick forests near the city, letting out the fifty shock trooper like droids that now moved silently and without any radio communication to the city itself. They were outfitted to cause as much damage possible without letting the peoples of the planet react in time. Furthermore the virus she had had put in her systems secretly began to infect the combat droids that were her cargo, a good hundred of them she normally kept on board in case of dire situations involving pirates or having to be needed during her missions for the Order. Her hands remained behind her though, staring at the man that stood infront of her with a curious stare now as to why he was here.

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="Boolon Murr"] [member="Old Red Ordo"] [member="Kezeroth Barcu"] @Alice @Cor Latch

 

[Cor Latch]

He scanned the area, searching for any guards, or pretty much anyone that got in the way. There was only one problem he had at the moment, his rifle was a single-shot. If there are five guards below, he'll only get to fire once before having to load in another round, which could waste precious time.


Cor instantly noticed a guard charging out of a large building, blaster in hand. He lined up the rifle with the man's chest, slowly squeezing the trigger. His arms flew up about ninety degrees as the slug flew out, striking the guard in the chest.


Cor most likely had just gave away his positon and that was not too helpful. He spun around, sprinting towards the balcony doors. He quickly gripped the handles of both doors, shutting them.


He looked around for a moment, but he didn't discovered anything to lock these doors with. He swore under his breath, before quickly heading back over to the railing. He loaded in another slug, before continuing to search for any signs of goverment officials or law enforcement.

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Parnelli Museum of Art
Objective: Unknown. Likely nothing good.
Allies: [member="Alice"] [member="Cor Latch"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] and others working with the Terrorist faction
Enemies: Naboo Representatives and Protectorate forces

​

​

...Laith heard the code phrase from Alice crack over his comms however he chose to respond be replying..."Standby."...he hadn't ignored her but now was not the right time, he needed just a little longer, and moving down the street he'd have done the best he could not to draw excessive attention to himself. He hadn't acted in a hostile manner nor had he taken actions that set him apart as a thread; obviously the Beskar'gam caused him to to stick out but thus far his falsified credentials hadn't been questioned. The Mercenary didn't feel safe but he felt as though he was blending in with the others reasonably well at the moment on the street level of Theed. Up ahead was a low lying Rotunda...

...the Parnelli Museum of Art was located next to the Triumphal Arch on a street running parallel to Palace Plaza. Looking ahead he'd have seen the rotunda coming closer to him as he moved towards it before his gaze averted and, lifting his right arm, Laith would check the Datapad integrated into the right arm of his armor. The Datapad, currently, showed a diagram of the layout of the Museum of Art based on the most public, up to date, records that were available and seeing as how the museum was extremely public records themselves should not have been that hard to come by. Once he'd reviewed the information on his datapad Laith would have switched it back over to another view while he continued ahead...

...when he came upon the low lying rotunda he'd have moved inside through a pair of columns that helped to hold the dome roof overhead, laying one of his hands on one as he passed through and letting it drag briefly, before his voice went over the comms..."In position now."...a brief silence was followed by..."Proceeding with target."...and that was all before he went quiet again. Aware that he must stick out, in his armor and with weapons on his person, here Laith knew that blending with a crowd of art lovers would be impossible but depending on what he did he could make himself more difficult to see...

...instead of proceeding into the museum fully he'd have remained on the outskirts, just beyond the columns holding up the domed roof, where he'd begin making a slow circle around the museum. If he was spotted, and approached, he could use the columns for cover or retreat back into the rotunda whereas his moving in a circle around the rotunda would help him look a little more natural as is regardless. By now he had begun his own silent countdown independent of the others, he knew what was going to happen, the Mercenary had a plan...​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Boolon tilted his head as the woman approached. "You answer a question I haven't asked, friend," he said slowly, "and I am not sure why. Also, I am not a customs officer. There is a disturbance in the Force -- can you not feel the fear? The pain? What purpose, all of this malice, hmm? I sense no concern from you, nor fear. That makes you, I think, not one of Cater's Forcewielders. Perhaps you do not care for the people of this world -- or perhaps..."

He smiled faintly, a rippling of his sidegills. "Perhaps you are simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, friend."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The cries of civilians and the ripple of fear that shuddered through the spaceport and Rosa's eyes snapped up from the datapad in her hand. An aide trembled slightly next to her. "Master Gunn?" she asked wide eyes looking up at the empath. Rosa handed her the datapad. "Get inside the ship." The bustling spaceport crowd became a tidal wave as everyone pushed to avoid the commotion at the entrance. Unable to push against the flow Rosa took the high ground, force leaps carrying her to beams that supported the roof. She surged along them, following the trail of fear that was thickening by the minute.

Then she saw him, charging for the control room. Rosa leapt from the roof, force softening her impact as she hit the space station floor. She began to flank the gen'dai, a sharp burst of force speed carried her ahead of him, violet lightsaber snapped to life and she cut across his path stopping dead in her tracks, forcing him to collide with her and her lightsaber, or to stop himself.

"I think that's far enough, don't you?"

[member="Kezeroth Barcu"]