Junction No Disintegrations | BSS & THR Junction of Nar Vaadu Super Hex and Bothawui

[Tohu]

Tohu shouted, "Who the hell are you, man?!", slipping behind the corner again for safety as a throwing knife -- of all things -- streaked down the hallway, "Her boyfriend or something?" The man looked like a royal guard, alright, but he was way too committed, as if Tohu owed him money.

With the blaster gone, Tohu figured he got no choice but to rely on what he did best. Done it a hundred times doing wetwork on Shaddaa, where the cramped spaces really screwed up any gunman. He unsheathed the vibrosword from his back, double-checked his energy shield, and hurried around the corner into the hallway towards his target.

The persistent guy was rushing down the hallway towards him like a bull, pistol in hand, looking angry. Tohu rushed right at him straight, a mocking smirk on his face, and eyes fixated on the bull.

Tohu said, "See ya," lunging at the wall to his right, deftly stepping on it once, twice, thrice, and over the charging bull's head. Just like back home on Smuggler's Moon. He kept running towards that princess lady, eyes now on the prize. Then something came crashing down over her with a chandelier and Tohu's mouth fell open.

Kingsley

Everyone's heard of Kingsley.

The absolute worst bird to show up on your hunt, if your target's a female.

Tohu, still hurrying toward his target, said, "Get the hell off my bounty, Kingsley!"

Decarii Tithe Liana Organa Cassian Abrantes Sibylla Abrantes ​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Having been beaten aggressively by a coworker at the leftmost peak of the Dunnyn-Khruegr Phenomenon, Jerec hauled himself from underneath a pile of rubble. He beheld quite a scene a little ways off: Sars Sarad victorious, Aiden Porte down, Lorn Reingard something of a mess but alive, Sal Katarn decidedly not. While Katarn hadn't been an associate in any serious way, the tableau had a certain pathos that Jerec was reluctant to disturb. Brave men had kicked the shavvit out of each other. He didn't have the heart to interfere.

His highly collectible Jensaarai armor was falling prey to the great weakness of cortosis: it was crumbling. He shook himself like a wet Cyborrean battle dog and bits of cortosis flew everywhere.

The moment seemed to be passing. He felt very empty-handed. He left nonetheless, feeling every bit of his age.

 

[Liana Organa]

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Sibylla Abrantes - Decarii Tithe - Cali Ziiva - Cassian Abrantes - Tohu - Kingsley​

After a few moments of static, a voice suddenly came through. One Liana did not recognize, but then again she probably wouldn't have recognized it no matter who answered. Cali introduced herself, and explained the situation rather casually:

"Uh, hello! This is Cali Ziiva. I can hear you! Anyone else on this frequency can too, now. Defenders should be free to talk to one another again, so they should get someone to Sybilla's office when they can."

Liana blinked, and responded with a twinge of stress-induced snark, "What is this, a customer service line?!" She exhaled audibly, and rolled her eyes, "Sorry, but we are literally being shot at right now! We need somebody right now!"

Apparently her complaining did something, because not a moment later, Tohu was subjected to a new line of fire. "Oh, thank the--" Before she could finish, another player entered the stage, this time with much greater velocity. The crash of something expensive, and the shrill squawking of a bird were all that portended his arrival. Liana looked up from her cover to see Sibylla in a compromising position with a most unpleasant creature. "Ew!" She reacted to the sight and/or smell of him, to bewildered by the latest series of events to react more appropriately.

Come to think of it, hadn't her mom regaled a story of a similarly-described individual kidnapping her once upon a time? Surely, this could not be the same fairy tale bugaboo as that... could it?

 

[Ravion Corvalis]

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The alarms continued to scream, shadows stuttering against the gilded walls with every pulse of emergency light. The Senator was pacing now, muttering into his dead comm, his face showing concern as it grew more flustered by the second. Ravion watched him with that same patient half-smile, weighing every twitch of his hand, every crack in his voice.

Maybe he needed to up the anti, push the plan along a little bit.

“I don’t believe it,” Ravion said quietly, almost to himself, though pitched just loud enough to cut through the Senator’s nervous ramble. He gave out an audible gasp, one that would have made the actors at the royal theatre blush with jealousy. Stepping closer to the desk, he made his eyes flick obviously toward the console. “You’re in on it?!”

The Senator froze, blinking. “Ravion? What are you talking about?” He started to move towards where Ravion was stood.

Ravion’s hand shot out, catching the rim of the desk, his other sweeping the untouched glass of brandy to the floor. It shattered across the rug, blue liquid spreading like a stain. “Why did you throw that at me? I want to leave.” Ravion’s voice cracked like a whip, perfectly modulated to the moment. He took hold of one of the stone statuettes that he had put on the desk during their business talks. “You’re in their pockets, I can see it all over your screen. Their marks are all over your records. By the Force, I thought you were a friend.”

The Senator stammered, confused by the flying glass and Ravion’s words, “Ravion, what in the Core are you…”

That was when Ravion struck. Not the Senator, no it was never destined for him. Instead, Ravion’s hand firmly wrapped around the stone statue found his own jaw in a brutal arc, the crack of his jaw muffled under the wail of klaxons. Pain flared, hot and immediate, but it was controlled, calculated. He reeled back, letting his body hit the corner of the desk with a dull thud. He dramatically slid to the floor, blood welling along his split lip and jaw line as he caught himself on the floor, his breathing hitched as if stricken.

He turned his head just as the doors groaned and unlocked again, the sound of pounding footsteps starting to come from the hall. Witnesses. Perfect.

Ravion staggered toward them, a picture of betrayal and horror. His voice rasped out with just enough volume to carry; “Leave me alone, he tried to kill me!” He managed to stagger out of the door and fall into the corridor. His blooded hand pointing back toward the Senator, trembling with all the precision of a practiced actor, blood dripping down his chin. “He’s with them, I saw a message, a message on his terminal and he tried to kill me!”

The Senator’s eyes went wide, colour draining from his face. “What?! No! He lies!”

But the image was set. Ravion stood bloodied and desperate, as the boots appeared, a trio of senate royal guards appearing from beyond the corner. He stood, thick with the mask of a loyal friend-turned-victim. “He’s a traitor to the crown and to the Republic!” The perfect seed of doubt planted in the minds of each of those soldiers who proceeded to follow his finger through that door.

And behind his stinging face, hidden by the chaos, Ravion allowed himself the faintest flicker of a smile.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

XANDYR

Dominic Praxon Bastila Sal-Soren Mercy

The comm crackled. “Xandyr, hurry. Now.”

He rose without hurry, though his eyes had hardened. The Companion’s mask was still there, but the air around him changed: the easy grace of a gentleman soured into something sharper, older. His manners lay forgotten behind them. In his hand, the blaster hummed like an old friend. The backs of his knuckles were bloodied.

Two mercenaries rounded the corner. One dropped with a bolt through the visor. The other gargled on plasma as it seared through his throat. Xandyr kept walking, his jacket swaying like he’d just stepped out of a drawing room.

Then a third came too close. The soldier barreled into him, rifle raised for a swing. Xandyr didn’t retreat. His fist snapped up under the man’s chin, teeth cracking like dice on cobblestones.

The rifle butt came down and Xandyr deflected it with his forearm. It hurt, but he welcomed the familiar pain. He twisted away and tried to fire his blaster but it was knocked from his hand. Xandyr grabbed a knife from the man's belt and thrust it up under his jaw.

Another lunged from a doorway, vibroblade drawn. Xandyr grabbed a shattered bit of duracrete from the rubble and slammed it into the man’s temple. Once, twice - until the fighter dropped. Blood and dust mingling on the stone. He let the rock fall from his hand with a thud.

Xandyr wiped his hands clean, grabbed the lapels of his jacket and tugged it down to neaten it once more. With a tut, he picked his blaster back up.

He shot two more on the advance, movements crisp and clean, but every time one closed the distance, the brutality surfaced. An elbow shattered a jaw. A knee drove into a stomach hard enough to buckle armor. He fought like a man who knew a hundred ways to kill and had no hesitation in using them all.

"I'm close!" he called into his comm as he finally cleared the path. "Hold on."

 

[Kingsley]

Koda Fett Tohu Sibylla Abrantes Liana Organa Decarii Tithe

"Get off!"

"Rrrrawk! How rude!"

Kingsley flapped his arms in confusion shedding dark purple feathers all over the well-dressed noble. He struggled to pin her arms down so that she would stop trying to buck him off. Still dazed from his heroic plunge it took the bird a few moments for his head to clear. Drool oozed from a slack beak, but it was the odor of his breath this close that went off like a stun grenade.

"Your majesty?" he tilted his head to one side, "Congratulations! You are being rescued."

Koda told him they were here for some naboo royalty and this lady looked pretty royal to him. How many important women could there be on this planet anyway? She must be the chancellor everyone was so obsessed with.

"Fett! Your best pal Kingsley found the queen or whoever!"

Tohu, still hurrying toward his target, said, "Get the hell off my bounty, Kingsley!"

"Back off man!" Kingsley took one of his talons off Sibylla to draw a jawa blaster on the bounty hunter, "Rrrrawwk! I call claimsies! This is my future wife!"

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

Objective 1A
Decarii Tithe | Liana Organa | Cassian Abrantes
Vs Tohu | Kingsley ​

The world spun as Sibylla was flattened beneath a squawking heap of wings and talons, her gown caught in the flurry of feathers. She opened her mouth to yell.... and instantly regretted it as the wretched smell hit her.

Rancid didn't cover it. It was the stench of rotting swampfruit mixed with bantha dung in a Hutt's sauna. Hot, sour, suffocating. Her eyes watered instantly as her stomach revolted.

"Oh..." she gagged, twisting her face away, "By Shiraya -- "

She dry heaved hard, her string of pearls rattling against her throat.

"Your majesty?" he tilted his head to one side, "Congratulations! You are being rescued."

Another wave of stench hit her square in the nose. Sibylla gagged so violently she nearly did vomit all over his purple feathers.

"Get the hell off my bounty, Kingsley!"

"Back off man!" Kingsley took one of his talons off Sibylla to draw a jawa blaster on the bounty hunter, "Rrrrawwk! I call claimsies! This is my future wife!"

"Future -- " Sibylla wheezed, struggling beneath him, "I'll be sick all over you before I ever --" Another gag cut her off, her stomach rebelling as she attempted to shove her knee into his chest.

 

[Koda Fett]

"No," said Fett, loosing two more shots that ended two more guardsmen, their bodies a tumbling mass of plastoid that clattered down a flight of stairs. "That's... hnh."

It was maybe for the best that this version of the truth was allowed to persist. It meant less of an intrusion with the true target of the score, at least. Kingsley only brought about a mess of ill-wanted mishaps, and the delicate of nature of this mission could not afford a moment of Kingsley's misguided idiocy.

In between the chaos of Kingsley fluttering about, Fett hurried along after Kalantha.

Kingsley - Kalantha - Sibylla Abrantes - Liana Organa - Cassian Abrantes - Tohu

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

1A
Sibylla Abrantes Aurelian Veruna Dominique Vexx Decarii Tithe Liana Organa Tohu Kingsley​

Cassian saw it unravel in a flash, Tohu's sprint closing the gap, Sibylla just ahead, and that damned bird Kingsley thrashing into the chaos with its talons aimed squarely at her. His chest tightened; every instinct going off at once.

No hesitation.

The blaster in his grip barked a sharp report, the bolt meant to force Tohu to veer rather than land clean. At the same time Cassian was already moving, reaching for the knife that lay just to the side of him. He moved quickly, his boots hitting the floor as if every step could shorten the distance between them and her.

"Sibylla!" His voice cut the hall like a command, more force than plea, though beneath it the fear clawed at him.

His retrieved knife left his hand before the first bolt's echo died, spinning toward Kingsley's flank, aimed to disrupt its wild dive. Every breath came measured but fierce, mind narrowing to two facts only: Tohu could not lay a hand on her, and Kingsley would regret the day it chose his sister for prey.

Cassian closed in, heart hammering like a war drum, if he had to cut them both down, he would, so long as she walked away whole. His blaster aimed at Kingsley firing a simple squeeze of shots that followed the throw as Kingsley just brandished a weapon of his own.

Thus, Cassian was upon them, looking to knock them off balance, away from her.

 

[Tohu]

"Your what?!?" Tohu shouted back at Kingsley, staring at the Jawa blaster the damn bird was pointing at him. He heard the princess lady gag, and he wanted no business in finding out what exactly she gagged on underneath that creature's dirty wings. "Get the hell off her, bird bastard!"

Tohu had forgotten all about that gorilla from a few moments ago, stunned by Kingsley's stupid shenanigans. But the gorilla sure didn't forget. He was firing at him as he hurried past him toward Kingsley. Tohu felt his sides burn, staggering back, holding the wound with one hand as the energy shield bled red, not fully absorbing the blaster's packed particles that hit him.

He saw the gorilla-man lunge at Kingsley, trying to wrestle him from the princess lady one way or another. Sibylla, he'd called her, the princess lady. What a nice name, Tohu thought, remembering some old tale his mother used to tell him where one of the characters was named just that. In that tale, she lived happily ever after with an ugly bird she'd kissed and turned into a man.

Or was his memory acting fuzzy, the wound and all that. Tohu didn't know; maybe he'd have Sibylla tell him the story on the way to the Vigos. He launched himself at the gorilla man's back, aiming to hack him dead with his vibrosword.

Sibylla Abrantes Kingsley Cassian Abrantes Liana Organa Decarii Tithe ​

 

[Raylin Fall]

WAR


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Raylin Fall.

Sergeant. Raylin Fall.

Medic.

Commando.

Pathfinder.

Recon.

Marine.

And-

Defender. Naboo had been his posting for a long time, and a tutelage of Alliance operators for nearly 40 years. Ever since the days of Kaiden Rohn - Naboo had been the birthplace of Alliance special forces, and everything after was here. So he felt it necessary to take a rotation there.

However, that rotation ended him here, locked in a brutal melee with a Bando Gora cultist. Saber red against his vibroknife, the cultist said something- he couldn't make it out through the mask. Raylin's helmet had been shattered and his head was bleeding. He grunted, gritting his teeth, before shifting his weight into his left leg and driving the Bando Gora cultist into the air. He slammed him on the ground, pinning his left arm to the ground. With his right, he pivoted to go to stab him in the chest. An unseen force kept his knife from reaching just in time.

And so, Raylin pushed harder with his free hand, driving the knife. The force and his willpower to fight it, to kill, met. Raylin measured his desire to live, to fight, to die, against the cultist's. And when his knife fell into the cultists exhausted chest, the cultist had been weighed and found wanting. He breathed heavy, only a moment before another cultist, armed with some sort of club, was on top of him. He braced his legs against her chest, grunting as she swiped at him, hitting at his shoulder plates.

The hallway that he was in was tight and he could feel the carpet even through his armor. Soft, like you could walk on it barefoot. He wondered if the blood would ever come out. He didn't need to find any real avenues of attack. He needed only one. Her arm was first, sliced to gain space. The next stab went straight for her neck, under the mask. Blood spilled, pouring out like a faucet. She went limp in a few seconds.

He threw her off of him, more cultists down the hall. He crawled, quickly moving towards the carbine he dropped in the chaos on the floor. He wasn't going to die here. But if he was-

He'd die surrounded by the dead that went before him by his own hand. Raylin Fall had a rendezvous with death.

But perhaps, not here.

 

[Liana Organa]

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Sibylla Abrantes - Cassian Abrantes - Tohu - Kingsley​

"Rrrrawwk! I call claimsies! This is my future wife!"

Oh, this had to be the same bird that her mom encountered. What an unfortunate turn of already-unfortunate events. Sibylla was not faring well beneath his miasma, and even Liana was cringing from a distance. Still, she couldn't just sit there and let Sibylla suffer, could she? Liana popped out from behind the desk, and grabbed some avant-garde statuette off of it, wielding it clumsily like a blunt weapon. She shuffled toward Kingsley while he was distracted by the Naboo noble, and raised the statuette overhead, swinging it down to try and bonk him right on his hollow bird skull.

The man who had come to help them was also rushing onto the scene, and Tohu was just behind him with a vibroblade unsheathed. "Look out!" Liana tried to warn him, as a flash of foresight distracting her mid-swing.

 

[Kingsley]

Koda Fett Tohu Sibylla Abrantes Liana Organa Decarii Tithe Cassian Abrantes

"Rrrrawwk! Please don't. If you get sick then I'll get-oof!"

Sibylla's knee connected, but the false queen missed her target in the struggle. Kingsley felt the impact in his crown jewels and collapsed on top of her barely even noticing the knife embedded between his ribs. Blaster fire from the angry brother singed the feathers on his scalp inadvertently saving his life. True to his word the smuggler vomited all over Sibylla. Anything that touched fabric or bare skin sizzled from the mild digestive acids his stomach produced.

Before he could clean his new bride off something heavy landed on his back. Kingsley reacted on instinct, trying to shake the soldier off like a bucking rancor. Then someone else tried to climb on top of his assailant and the bird felt his gangly arms begin to feel the strain of so much weight. Underneath the pile he could still sense Sibylla struggling no doubt too overwhelmed by panic to recognize him as her valiant protector.

"Liana?"

Kingsley tilted his head at the familiar looking face moments before an expensive looking bust of some old naboo royal shattered across his thick skull. He saw little versions of himself circling and the smuggler's arms gave out which meant if Sibylla was still down there then she was about to feel the full weight of Kingsley, her brother, and an angry bounty hunter.

"Amani never told you..." he groaned, "...what really happened to your father."

His talon reached out for the green child.

"Rrrrrawwwk! Liana, I am your father."

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

Objective 1A
Decarii Tithe | Liana Organa | Cassian Abrantes
Vs Tohu Kingsley ​

If there was a hell more foul than war, Sibylla was currently living it.

The shield shimmered valiantly as the projectile hit, repelling the faster spray with a ripple of red light. For a moment, she thought she was safe. But then… the ooze came.

Slow. Viscous. Disgusting.

It seeped right through the protective barrier as if her shield had decided digestive acid did not count as a threat. A warm, stinking sludge dripped over her shoulder, smeared across her gown, and slithered down to sting against her skin. The stench hit full-force, sour and rancid, a smell so thick it tasted like rot on her tongue.

Her hazel eyes went wide, her stomach lurched, and she barely had enough time to turn her head and hurled.

Not dignified. Not graceful. Just a gut emptying retch that joined the mess already coating her gown.

And then the blasted weight came.

Kingsley collapsed atop her with the gracelessness of a felled bantha, feathers flying. Before she could shove him off, another body landed square on him, then another. The air was crushed out of her chest as she gagged beneath the pile, a sickly mix of vomit, sweat, and birdfeathers choking her senses.

Sibylla sputtered, fury warring with nausea. Something, anything, had to be done.

Her hand clawed upward, the shield vibrating over her fingers, flaring red as it allowed them to plunge past feathers until she felt the hot, rubbery stretch of Kingsley's throat. Her lips curled into a snarl, vomit still clinging to her teeth as she hissed, "Shabuir! I said get off!"

The joltring flared as the two contact points connected.

Zzzzzap!

The jolt shot through her palm into the humansized bird's scrawny neck, attempting to stun Kingsley with the personal electrical stun device. The charge would continue to flow until the contact points are released, though it generally took an average of seconds before a target is incapacitated.

Here was five seconds Sibylla was hoping she'd get.

Either way, feathers, bodies, and blaster fire all blurred into a single chaotic heap while Sibylla, gagging and halfblinded by vomit, prayed reinforcements would get here before she drowned in acid bird barf.

 

[Kalantha]

NO DISINTEGRATIONS
… A High Republic Junction

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The days of old, where a brash Queen Kalantha would trade places with a Handmaiden decoy to participate in the evacuation, were long gone.

There was nothing more she could do than give the order to secure the perimeter. Only moments after the power failed and the Senate rotunda was plunged into darkness backlit only by red emergency lights, Kalantha was surrounded by a squad of Senate Commandos; four men led by a captain, all former members of the Royal Security Service and each donning sharp maroon armor.

The captain nodded once as he stepped toward Kalantha, helmet obscuring his face. From behind the red plating and blacked-out visor, he spoke. “Madam Chancellor,” he said with a Rorian inflection, “we’re to escort you to a secured chamber nearby until this matter is resolved. Please, follow us. We must move with haste.” Kalantha peered at the team before nodding begrudgingly. Hiding was not her preferred way of handling intruders on her doorstep, but there were protocols and she had to follow them.

The group of six moved without delay into the darkened corridor where plasma scoring marred the walls and the occasional syndicate enforcer lay dead. Several Senate guards were among the fallen, but no senators or civilians... at least, as far as Kalantha could tell. She understood the necessity to keep moving forward, but the pain of not stopping to check the bodies for those who might still be alive was crushing. Her boots thudded against the marble floor as she strode past them, keeping formation with the commandos.

They walked in pairs, shoulder-to-shoulder. Two men led, two flanked, and beside her was Captain Tyr. He was a young Rorian who had a coolness about him that couldn’t be thawed by the situation around them. He kept his gaze fixed on the path ahead.

“Black Sun is stronger than we thought,” Kalantha admitted. She hadn’t truly underestimated them, especially after reading reports from their attacks on Sepan 8, Sarko VI, and Wielu. But an attack on the Senate was well beyond the capabilities she assumed a syndicate would possess.

"It's troubling how connected they seem to be," the captain added. "I believe their influence runs much deeper than anyone of us could have predicted." Kalantha agreed, begrudgingly. There were many questions swirling around Black Sun. How, for example, had they infiltrated Naboo without opposition? To get this close to her with such expediency… there had to be agents within the Senate itself.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the sound of a blaster clicking sent a chill down her spine. There wasn’t time to turn before red hot bolts flew past her, striking the forward guards in the back.

“Chancellor, down!” Captain Tyr shouted, shifting to return fire at the rear guards—whose entire body shimmered to reveal a pair of alien enforcers beneath holographic façades of Senate Commandos.

Tyr dropped one, but he couldn’t aim his blaster at the other quick enough. The Black Sun spy gunned the captain down with a single shot to the head. Tyr’s armor-clad body hit the floor with a thud. The alien, which Kalantha recognized to be an Aqualish, turned his weapon toward her and grinned wolfishly. The coarse hairs around his tusks seemed to vibrate with excitement.

“Good afternoon, Chancellor Berenko,” he said in Huttese. His aim had the blaster pointed right for her chest. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

Kalantha's hands rose above her head slowly so as not to incur a panic shot. "What do you want?" she asked, but the Aqualish merely laughted at her question. It was all the same to Kalantha—she could see the answer walking toward her from the opposite end of the corridor.

Koda Fett was set upon her like a harbinger of fate. The chancellor was unsure if he meant to take her down to Black Sun's cold, shadowy depths, or if he simply wanted to kill her himself. She stood, poised and ready, thinking of a million ways to escape and deciding that each one of them would fail in one way or another. Even if she could break away, Black Sun would never stop looking for her. More innocent people would die, just so that she could be free—if you call running from Black Sun assassins for the rest of your life freedom.

So she stood, still and firm like the marble statues of kings and queens of Naboo's past. Kalantha was not afraid of the Mandalorian Enclave, the Sith Order, the Alliance, the New Way, the Ascendants, the Crusaders, or the Empire. She would not be afraid of Black Sun, either.

Tags: Koda Fett​

 

[Koda Fett]

"For you to come with me, Chancellor," answered Fett, the blaster carbine in his grasp held with a one-handed grasp while he sauntered forwards. "Somewhere nice picked out for you on Nar Shaddaa."

He panned his visored gaze towards the Aqualish, gesturing towards his own armoured frame with his blaster. "If she runs, stun her." Fett began, "Let's move."

The group began to tread cleared ground, seeing the results of the Black Sun's onslaught. A litter of corpses; senate guardsmen, alien mercenaries and thugs, attendee droids and those armed to the teeth scrapped into pieces, with even a stray senator or attaché among them. The escape shuttle awaited them.

Kalantha

 

[Dominic Praxon]

Dust and alarms still shrieked through the corridor, but Dominic’s focus snapped back to the Sorelles. Bastila’s saber burned violet ahead, holding the monster at bay, but behind her he saw the real wound that had already struck.

Marcellan was hunched, his arms locked tight around Elenara’s form. Her head rested against his shoulder, a dark streak matting her hair where stone had struck. Blood stained his sleeve. She was limp.

Dominic froze, breath caught in his throat. He looked at Loria, and for one raw instant she saw the fear in his eyes. Then it hardened, solidifying into determination. He could not, would not, let this family be torn apart here.

He limped forward, hand reaching for Marcellan’s arm, tone urgent. “Please…Marcellan…save your daughter.”

His grip tightened, trying to pull Marcellan’s hands free from Elenara’s still form. “I swear to you, I’ll get her out. But you...” his voice broke for just a moment, then steadied again, “...you must get Loria clear of this. Don’t let her die in this place.”

He pressed his comm, voice sharp with command though grief edged every word. “Xandyr, I’m sending Marcellan and Loria your way. Meet them, get them out. Don't wait for me...”

His eyes darted once more to Loria, lingering only long enough to let her see his resolve, before turning back to wrest Marcellan’s grip free. The alarms roared louder, but Dominic’s words cut through them like steel. “Please, Marcellan…save Loria.”

Bastila Sal-Soren Xandyr Carrick Loria Sorelle Mercy​

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Sibylla Abrantes Liana Organa Sibylla Abrantes Tohu Kingsley
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"Look out!"

Lianna's voice cut through the roar of chaos like a wire pulled taut. Cassian didn't waste time looking; her tone was enough. Instinct seized him before thought could catch up. He ducked low, twisting as the hum of a vibrosword carved through the air where his head had been a heartbeat before. The blade passed close enough that he felt the static ripple across his helmet.

"Not today," he hissed under his breath. He pivoted hard, bringing up his forearm to attempt to shove the attacker's momentum aside. The vibration ran up his arm, but he didn't stop moving he couldn't. His other hand was already reaching for the nearest problem...Kingsley.

The damned bird was still flailing, feathers everywhere, half-sprawled across Sibylla as she fought to push him off. Cassian's patience finally snapped.

He reached with both hands to grab him by the shoulders and yanked him backward looking to pull him completely and fling him across his body away from Sibylla. "Get off her!"

"Appreciate the warning," Cassian said through his teeth, towards Lianna the dry edge of a smirk flickering despite the tension.