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A bulkhead was all that stood between the Jedi Master and retribution.
He'd made landfall on the station easily enough. The Sith had grown confident in their ascendancy, some would even say arrogant, and weaseling a single ship through the heart of the empire was not as difficult as it had once been. The Sith Empire was entering an age of chaos of which Cedric had every intention to exploit, and this would be where he started his crusade. The research station sat nestled in the heart of the Empire, relatively unimportant, but costly enough to be noticed should it disappear. Its position within the imperial heartland left it relatively unguarded, something Cedric had noticed keenly when making his way through the hanger.
There were initially around forty soldiers on board, subtracted by the twenty-three he'd counted in the hanger. Most had died; imperial dogma bread zealots. A handful had surrendered, and had been rendered unconscious via Malacia. It would keep them out of the fight for several hours - more than enough time for Cedric to do some damage and be on his way.
A hand pressed against the bulkhead doors. He drew the energies of the empyrean through his body, flowing into his hands as if he were a living conduit. It was a simple thing to will that energy outward. A thunderous clap rang out through the station as a sizable hole was blown through the doors. Cedric simply ducked and walked on through, finding himself in a darkened hallway.
Mounted blaster turrets on either end of the hallway greeted him. The handful of soldiers teaming the guns roared as they unleashed a plasma hell upon Cedric from both sides. The Jedi Master stood his ground, extending out both hands instinctively. Once more he drew upon the empyrean, and his perspective of the world slowed dramatically. Acting solely upon instinct and training, he focused upon the arrows of energy that were cascading toward him. The ethereal energies he'd called upon before leapt to his call once again, forming small barriers around each of the bolts to suspend them in mid-air. Another expression of telekinetic will shifted the trajectory of those bolts, and with a flexing of his fingers, Cedric willed them to return to their sources.
For a moment the hallway was cast in violent crimson as the blaster rounds returned to their senders. The soldiers had little time to react, let alone realize what was happening before their bodies were rendered as little more than plasma ridden husks.
"Ashla take your souls," the Essonian prayed as he continued through the blackout.
Beatrice Govan
He'd made landfall on the station easily enough. The Sith had grown confident in their ascendancy, some would even say arrogant, and weaseling a single ship through the heart of the empire was not as difficult as it had once been. The Sith Empire was entering an age of chaos of which Cedric had every intention to exploit, and this would be where he started his crusade. The research station sat nestled in the heart of the Empire, relatively unimportant, but costly enough to be noticed should it disappear. Its position within the imperial heartland left it relatively unguarded, something Cedric had noticed keenly when making his way through the hanger.
There were initially around forty soldiers on board, subtracted by the twenty-three he'd counted in the hanger. Most had died; imperial dogma bread zealots. A handful had surrendered, and had been rendered unconscious via Malacia. It would keep them out of the fight for several hours - more than enough time for Cedric to do some damage and be on his way.
A hand pressed against the bulkhead doors. He drew the energies of the empyrean through his body, flowing into his hands as if he were a living conduit. It was a simple thing to will that energy outward. A thunderous clap rang out through the station as a sizable hole was blown through the doors. Cedric simply ducked and walked on through, finding himself in a darkened hallway.
Mounted blaster turrets on either end of the hallway greeted him. The handful of soldiers teaming the guns roared as they unleashed a plasma hell upon Cedric from both sides. The Jedi Master stood his ground, extending out both hands instinctively. Once more he drew upon the empyrean, and his perspective of the world slowed dramatically. Acting solely upon instinct and training, he focused upon the arrows of energy that were cascading toward him. The ethereal energies he'd called upon before leapt to his call once again, forming small barriers around each of the bolts to suspend them in mid-air. Another expression of telekinetic will shifted the trajectory of those bolts, and with a flexing of his fingers, Cedric willed them to return to their sources.
For a moment the hallway was cast in violent crimson as the blaster rounds returned to their senders. The soldiers had little time to react, let alone realize what was happening before their bodies were rendered as little more than plasma ridden husks.
"Ashla take your souls," the Essonian prayed as he continued through the blackout.
Beatrice Govan
