Rumble in the Bronx(Open/Riot)

[Christian Slade]

Coruscant

Coruscant was a bustling planet covered in light every second of every moment. It's population seemed to always be alive and vibrant, people ever awake and moving about. There was no rush hour and there was certainly no dead of night period where the silence and stillness played at the weak minded and easily frightened... unless, of course, you were in the Bronx.

The underbelly of the Coruscant society was never very vibrant, really. It was quiet and cunning, which might unnerve those who thought themselves brave. It was a stagnant wasteland of drug addicts, drunks and loose women let loose in a sea of slicers, drug dealers, gang members and black market operatives. It was a sea of sin, though the deafening, stagnant silence was unmistakeable when compared to the rest of the planet.

The scum of the Coruscant had taken over the lowest most point, on the actual crust of the massive planet wide city while those who struggled for what they had took up residence higher up. Still, those with wealth resided higher and higher up as the most wealthy were stationed the highest in the skyscrapers that tickled the skyline. Few who did not belong would ever make a trek to the underbelly of the city to find the lowlifes scurrying about like insects. If they did, they'd either die, or become them.

This story might have ended differently had Christian not chosen that very night to wade into the filth of the Coruscanti society to find information on a few local Sith that might know where to find relics or holocrons that he did so crave. He'd chosen that night, however. A night revered as The Darkest hour.

Once a year the planet grew dark for but an hour while the power source and plants were given their yearly maintenance so that upgrades could be made. The very moment the hour struck, defense panels would rise over every window and doors would lock shut allowing no one in and no one out. On this night, things usually grew chaotic on the streets below, but all necessary preparations had always been made. On this night, however, they weren't nearly as prepared as they should have been. Christian was on those very streets that night, making his way from place to place gathering whatever information he could from his informants, and even a few he hadn't previously employed. That's when it happened.

One moment the light from above that lit the streets was there, and then it was gone. Panic set in, yelling and screaming filling the air as those lowest of life took advantage of the moment they were in. Christian rared back and realized that things weren't as they seemed. He'd heard of the provisions and measures that the planet's police state had taken for times like these, but as his golden eyes raised to the skies he saw no metal panels latching tightly over the windows. As he made his way to one of the buildings nearest him he reached out and pushed one of the doors free and realized that provisions had been made to ensure that no one was safe.

The Hour of Darkness was upon them...

 

[Serenity]

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @Varax Malchor
Serenity sighed, it seemed that all was not well, and while most of her sensors were down, she was connected to the gear of every soldier. She saw the chaos and soon every alarm she could ring in the state the planet was in was rang. The military was active, and so was the Navy, Search lights were bearing down on the streets and loud speakers were blaring. " Stay in your homes, Force will be met with force, and any caught outside will be detained. " She flagged for anyone and everyone to help maintain the peace, riots could get bad fast. Her processors were flying and potential chains of events were bad, this needed to be handled. Serenity kept all who needed to be up to date.

 

[Steph Zenima]

The Hour of Darkness? You mean the Hour of Playtime, the Hour of Merriment, The Pleasure Parade, the Great Big Bloody Frolic, Stephanie bloody Zenima's time to shine.

She had found Coruscant much to her taste, it was hardly a refined taste mind you, I mean you could have shoved a bag of spice into her fist and plopped her on Hoth for all she cared but there was an element of this underworld that reeked of home. It stank, it stank like Nar Shaddaa and that was a nice little slice of nostalgic pie for the woman.

A finger twitched to a rapid beat that wasn't there.

It was a smoky den, dilapidated, abandoned. Grafitti and filth littered the walls as bodies lay upon the floor and were draped over the furniture in whatever way was possible. Some of those bodies were cold, there was no junkie solidarity here, if you overdosed, you overdosed. Left to be eaten by the rats, or worse your friends. Meat was expensive, you know?

Eyes twisted lazily around in their sockets.

This was a new drug. No, not some new exciting substance for all the young party people to experiment with on the weekend out. No, no. This was death sticks for those too poor, for those who even though they had stopped eating, stopped feeding their ill-begotten children still couldn't afford that next hit. Amazing how desperation brings out the inner-chemist in some. It wasn't a perfect concoction, mind you, but the rigid bodies on the floor with their little halos of blood and vomit could have told you that.

They were literally rotting there.

The lights disappeared, it almost roused her. Screams. That was the ticket. Steph fought, fought against the corrosive brew that circulated her veins, a fight to stand. There was mayhem out there! There was violence! Anarchy! And no stupor could keep Zenima away from that addiction. As she dragged her unwilling body through the den, tripping over the numerous dead weights of fellow addicts the woman managed to finally emerge into the darkness,

Into the riot...

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Serenity"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"]


Coci was located several quarters away from the position of the riots. She had received running reports from Serenity on the progress of the Republic Army and Navy, they where move into position and dispersing beings in the streets, to some effect. However, the situation was starting to gather momentum and if let unchecked soon would be out of hand.

Coci dispatched a message to @[member="Serenity"], requesting orders.

 

[Varax Malchor]

"You're up, Watcher. Suit up and deploy in thirty."

Varax sighed as the emotionless voice echoed in his comms device. It wasn't as if he was surprised that the blackout would mean he'd have a job to do. Even on days where the city lights are blaring bright, the agency always needed him to do something, but it was never grunt work like this. He wasn't a peace officer or a riot controller; Varax was an assassin and a good one at that. He was used to doing jobs that required precision, stealth, and determination. Danger was a certainty and risk was a guarantee. But this just felt like busy work, a new way for the agency to exploit their, as one higher-up put it, 'invisible attack dog'.

Putting on his jet-black armorweave suit, utility harness, and custom tactical mask, Varax was all ready for his mission. His weapons lay in the weapons case across the room and, snapping the metal container open, he looked at them like a proud father. His Dissuader pistol and his Verpine Shatter Rifle were his pride and joy; the closest things he had to friends. Despite the fact that he always took a small amount of joy in getting to use these weapons in the field, he couldn't help but be irritated with the director. Well, more so than usual. What was the significance of this mission? The director was seriously going to send one of the agencies most specialized operatives to do riot control? The entire concept sounded ridiculous. The police and the military could handle a legion of angry tweakers and self-righteous kids.

With more questions than answers, and more frustration than satisfaction, Varax swung his rifle over his shoulder and strapped his pistol into the holster. With a jolt, he realized he had forgotten his combat blade, which sat on the table adjacent. He picked it up, looking it over to see if it needed sharpening. It was a little dull in a few spots, but it would have to do. He slid it into its sheath and made his way for the door. The mechanical door wouldn't slide open because of the blackout. 'Great,' he thought, looking across the room to the window. He sighed. He didn't want to, but he had to. The director didn't seem like the type to take 'I couldn't get out the door' as an excuse and neither was he, for that matter. With a kick, he busted out the window, securing a grappling cable at its base to secure himself for a descent to the ground level. He was at least a hundred feet up, but he never had a problem with heights. As he slowly made his descent, he opened up his communications to get some answers on what exactly he was supposed to be doing.

"Director, this is Watcher, checking in. Need update on objective."


@[member="Christian Slade"]
@[member="Serenity"]
@[member="Coci Sinopi"]
@[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

@[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Serenity"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

"Riots?" Vaudin asked the security guard That agent @[member="Coci Sinopi"] had suggested to replace the one that had let her walk in and pull a blaster on him.

"Yes senator." The man said, "the people are going crazy."

That was just what he wanted to go on the holonews and explain. He could see it now.

Center of republic tries to govern worlds but can't keep the peace for one blasted hour while the maintenance crews do their jobs. Yeah that makes the Republic look real good. Sexy even.

"Someone get me a drink and a shuttle." Vaudin said wondering what planet the Jedi had been sent to today that kept the from helping.

Vaudin got up and poured himself the drink and started calling security forces. Finally he called GIA offices.


"This is Senator Miir," he said answering the person on the other end. "No I don't have an appointment." He waited, "No @[member="Serenity"] is not expecting my call. Look kiddos this is going to get real ugly fast if we can't isolate the worst areas and get some security to where its needed. I just want to know where it's needed first."

Good greif he needed a drink and to call that new Secretary from two floors down when this was done...sheesh.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Christian Slade @Serenity @Steph Zenima @Vaudin Miir @[member="Varax Malchor"]​

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Meanwhile back in Coci's apartment. A side lamp click on, she had gone to her bedroom to change out of her off duty clothes, which consisted of a white satin night gown, cut mini and fell just below her bottom, thin straps across the shoulder the only piece of material holding it up over her naked body. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and the gown fell to the floor, Coci walked to the wardrobe and took out her black full length body suit and climbed into it, her soft black shoes the next thing, she loved those shoes just perfect for soft foot falls.

Her eyes flicked over to the comlink, still no message from Serenity, however she was not going to wait ... Soon she reached her personal speeder housed on the roof top. She walked to the roofs edge and for a moment, looked out across the sky line of Coruscant, just taking in the view. The wind is strong up here and her hair tossed around her head. Her eyes found what she was searching for, far off in the distance she could see the tall spires of the Jedi Temple, her mind drifted among them and downward into the meditation gardens and further to a certain tree, then under that tree to a small patch of grass. She turned back to her speeder with a smile.

She turned on the comm and listened to the reports on the policing authority channel. Seems like the problem was in a quarter in the lower levels call the Bronx. The speeder dipped off the roof and up, she would not bother with the sky lanes.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

It was a lonely night for Thurion, wandering down endless streets with no name. He'd come here to keep himself and his little girl, Nina Vi'dreya, safe from any possible harm; he was now a caretaker, the guardian of another person, and her master to boot. If she was to come to harm in any way, it would all be his fault. So, they went to the capital of the Republic which now spanned from Cularin in the South to Mnencheiasus in the North, and from Oroaturoo in the West to Munto Cudro in the East. The girl was sleeping safely in his own bed aboard the Seren Heritage docked in the Coruscanti Space Port, far from any danger this planet could conjure up. He could not sleep, however, and instead saw it fit to go for a walk to clear his thoughts. How he missed her... The pain he felt from his longing was palpable. How old would she be by now, 18? 19? Her aging process differed from his own, even though they were of the same age when they were children, for she wasn't truly human after all. Would she even remember him? Giving his golden blonde beard a good scratch, he let out a sigh. "Kitty..." was the word which escaped his lips as he exhaled. Was she thinking of him at this very moment, as well?

The hours went by, and the night grew colder and darker, more so than usual. Without fully realising it, the Knight had wandered into parts unknown to him, as he was now deep in the city and far from any specific landmarks such as the Senate or Jedi Temple. He was not worried about finding his way back, for the Force would guide him should he not, but what did alert him was the lack of... anything, really. There were no people outside, although of course the hour was late and most would be in bed, yet he couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of unnatural silence covering the streets. The street lights were not lit, adding to the eeriness. As he journeyed on, however, he could hear a faint noise in the distance. It grew louder and louder, and coming up on the corner of the street he glanced around it to witness the source of the noise; a large mob, carrying torches and make-shift clubs made from various blunt objects along with some blasters. At the centre of attention was a large man, his face covered by a mask, howling and barking orders and propaganda to those gathered, and more people joined up over time as he continued to rally them. "Bandits? Rioters?" he thought to himself, all while keeping quiet and out-of-sight.

@[member="Vaudin Miir"] @[member="Varax Malchor"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Serenity"] @[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

The darkness was for a time stifling. People barged into one another aimlessly running back and forth. Some trying to find a safe place to hide while others took flight to steal, rape and kill. It was a free for all, and Christian was right in the middle of it.

It hadn't been his plan at all. In fact, this was all supposed to be organized. The chaos was to distract and distort attention while Christian gained access to a large underworld databank he'd been informed of. That, however, looked as if it would have to wait considering the fact that the Overlord of the Darkbane Gang, who he'd employed, was causing far more trouble than he's insisted.

"This is not what we talked about, Verus.", Christian whispered into his comm as he stood still in a street that was now beginning to be covered in the dimmest of orange and red glow stick lights that his very pawns were casting about so that there was visibility in the least bit. Golden eyes peered down on to a comm that was static for a few moments before a dark and almost strained, raspy voice replied, "Change of plan, big guy. I've decided to expand my influence tonight. Enjoy the show..."

Christian's lips sank into a frown as the bridge of his nose wrinkled, his voice growing deep as he growled into the comm, "I'm going to KILL you, you worm!", just before his hand clutched into a fist and crushed the device as if it were nothing.

Turning and hurrying down the street towards one of the places he thought Verus might be located, Christian was knocked off balance by a body colliding into his shoulder. He caught himself before he stumbled to the ground and rose back up quickly, having no patience anymore. He reached out and snatched a young, broad man wearing a black and red mask, a signature of the Darkbane gang. There he held him, his head fitting perfectly in his wide hand as he leaned in and said, "Mind your step, wretch!"

He then bored down on the man, clutching the leather of the mask tightly in his hands and yanked him across his body, slamming him face first into a duracrete wall next to him and crushing his skull. He then huffed, his broad shoulders shrugging as he dropped the man and continued down the street towards the Dizzy Dug Bar and Inn.

 

[Steph Zenima]

With feet of lead the tiny woman staggered throughout the streets.

There were already fires, some controlled and others ready to gut buildings and families. In her stupor Steph followed the lights, the screams. The world around her didn't feel real. It was more like a slightly-dated video game. A bit clunky, the movement stiff, faces almost pixelated if indeed she could have see them through the darkness.

The looting had already begun, although there really wasn't anything of worth to nab down this far it didn't prevent it from happening. The poverty-stricken, the penniless, the desperate they would steal anything if it wasn't bolted down.

However Steph held no care for the plunder.

Figures dashed past her with strange lagging movements, she stuck out a foot of treacle. Bingo. The straggler of the group got caught and fell, dropping his spoils on the filth-encrusted streets. He gave a yelp, the voice had a crack. A teenager caught between the clutches of poverty and peer pressure.

As Zenima mounted the lad, he thought he was getting lucky. Like when the lights go out the prostitutes just freely roam the land. He realised the error of this thinking as a pair of wiry hands clamped down on his throat. Her freak strength poured into her thumbs as they slowly pressed down on his larynx.

The boy thrashed and bucked but unfortunately all that did was rob him of any remaining breath. She could have ended it sooner, but in a moment of pure sadism she drew it out. Face unchanging in the darkness. Eventually the boy's struggles were reduced to nothing, a twitch of the leg signalled the end as the monstrous woman finally applied that final push, crushing his throat.

The first of many.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

Blocks away


Panic and pandemonium rose in the voices of every alien surrounding him on the streets of coruscant. His huge green body covered entirely by long flowing Jedi robes. A'donari's slow pace met the sirens openly while he watched and waited for ground forces to evacuate their daunting cruisers hovering above. Things seemed much worse than everyone in the temple acted. It didn't surprise him. Jedi playing war took it's tole on the people who depended on them.

Doors on either side of the shuttles opened while bodies began to poor out landing on the streets and into the crowds. Standing firm he watched as screams grew louder. Answers would be given though forgiveness may not be earned when all was said and done. Armed forces were moving in closer to his position. A'donari happily stood still through the chaos waiting to have a word before deciding if the people being rounded up needed protection.


@[member="Steph Zenima"], @[member="Christian Slade"], @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"],@[member="Coci Sinopi"], @[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Ben Trasker, operative of the Coruscant Security Force, looked down from the Galactic City Headquarters down into the shimmering nexus of Coruscant below as the call crackled in on his com-link, fixed to his wrist.

"Reports of disturbances in the Bronx area. Any available units in the surrounding area, please attend to make safe and observe until power is restored."

Tapping his fingers on the glass, looking out towards the Bronx area of the city bocks away, it didn't seem disturbed at all. Nothing that he could see anyway. Any power being knocked off was rare, but nothing to worry about anyway.
He cursed himself.

Of course it was something to worry about! The fool! His years serving with the Anti-Terrorism Units, the CSI squads and even crowd control had told him things didn't happen for just no reason. Hopefully the power outage WOULD be innocent enough and that was all, but with the galaxy in such a fragile state, you couldn't write anything off as innocent anymore.

Trasker turned from the window and headed across the soft floor beneath his boots to the turbo lift that would take him down to ground level. He raised his com-link and pressed a button.

"Trasker here at HQ. I'll take a speeder and go investigate, observe and report in. Not a problem. Out."

The offices of the CSF were empty enough at such a late hour but no less busy. Droids and sentient beings all continued in their shifts to observe and protect the planet as best they could with the resources placed at their fingertips. This human officer entered the already waiting lift, thumbed the glowing red GF button and tightened his blast vest.

With a soft hum and a chime, the lift descended to the ground floor. The doors softly opened after a few moments. Trasker exited the lift, his boots softly moving over the shiny marble floor of the decedent CSF lobby. He could security droids placed at the entrance, something he never understood at the sacrifice of a living being with quick reflexes.

Moving the hanger bay off from the lobby through two security doors, Trasker felt one CSF speeder would be enough to scatter any trouble makers. Who was he kidding. The sounds of sirens and sights of flashing lights would scatter those out for a cheap thrill, but anything else would only see that as an invite for trouble. Securing his DC-15s side arm and rubbing his chin softly, he walked across to the department speeders.

He pulled up the door of the nearest squad speeder and slid inside, making himself comfortable. A blast helmet rested on the seat next to him. Gripping hold of the yolk and hesitating for a moment, Trasker fixed his eyes on the automated doors yards ahead that would open when he approached them. He was only one man, he reminded himself, and not an army, not a Jedi, nothing all powerful, but just a man.

He started the engines with a whine and hit the siren.

He may only be one man, but one man could easily help change the galaxy. Trasker moved the speeder towards the door, setting out for the Bronx...

@A'donari Cinn@[member="Steph Zenima"]@[member="Christian Slade"]@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]@[member="Coci Sinopi"]@[member="Vaudin Miir"]@[member="Varax Malchor"]@[member=Serenity]

 

[Inkblot]

@[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @Christian Slade, @Thurion Heavenshield,@Coci Sinopi, @Vaudin Miir @[member="A'donari Cinn"]
Night, as cold and lonesome as ever on the streets of lower-cities of Coruscant.
Sound of feet splatting on wet metal sidewalks was heard through the night and darkness, a lone homeless man passing other pedestrians, as much unseen as he was ignored, his body covered beneath thick jacket, his bearded face disguised under a hood.

And then Force hit the fans as the Jedi say.
Sirens began to blare, shouts were heard in the distance, some explosions, some clashing and rumbling, a riot of sorts from the sounds of it.
The homeless man cocked his head in the direction of distant echoes. Bronx it seemed to him. He kept walking.

Walking by one of the alleys, closer to the rebellious district with each step, he took a turn suddenly, disappearing into the shadows of the alley.
Some homeless fellow entered the darkness, Inkblot came out on the other side, adjusting his bone-pale mask with symmetric black splatter, clad in his armor-mesh coat and jacket.

He put his hands in his pockets, clinging to the darkness of the lower streets as he began to move towards Bronx, disappearing from sight from time to time just to appear in some damp, forsaken spot further down the place.
All the while, he whistled to himself slightly

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Watching as the men gathered would break down doors of innocent and not-so-innocent alike, enter their homes and loot it coupled with the often times violent outcome, Thurion could not stand for this any longer. Slipping around the corner and into the closest home they were looting, he remained stood in the doorway as those inside dropped what they were doing, whether it be slapping the tenants around or stealing their possessions, and started eyeing the person opposing them. Brandishing his lightsaber without igniting it, he spoke aloud: "Stop what you're doing and come along peacefully. These people have done you no wrong." His words fell over deaf ears, naturally - isn't that always the way with bandits and brigands? The closest one threw himself over the Knight in vain hopes of catching him off guard. He then proceeded to be tossed into the nearby wall, shattering at least a couple of teeth in the process. While these were all people guilty of vandalism and theft, they were still citizens of Coruscant and the Republic. If he could defeat them without taking lives in the process, he would attempt it.

The next few minutes were spent tossing the remaining looters about the apartment, using Force Push to throw one out the groundfloor window while knocking out another using the hilt of his lightsaber, which has yet to be ignited. The man had still yet to kill another person, and he would keep it that way if possible. There was enough death going on throughout the galaxy, no sense in adding to it. His skills in the healing arts given to him by Teynara brought with them a full grasp of humanoid anatomy, and this he could implement when fightning off the occasional attacker where physical means were all that was required to defend oneself. Wouldn't be of much use against another Force-user, though, as they seldom stoop to flailing fists about. Once these rioters had been dealt with, Thurion made a quick bow towards the onlooking tenants before swiftly making his way back out on the street, seeing if he could find more people to aid, of which he was sure to find.

@[member="Inkblot"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="A'donari Cinn"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Serenity"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"] @[member="Varax Malchor"]

 

[Serenity]

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Vaudin Miir"] @[member="Varax Malchor"]
"Please support law enforcement as needed, feel free to use deadly force"
She said as reports were terrible, Even as she attempted to rush the turn on of the power, it didn't seem to help. But the good thing about an hour, and the fact that the riot didn't gain traction right away meant that they were not too bad off. Already slowly but surely things were begining the now seemingly super long process of turning on again, why did it always take so much longer to turn things back on after it was so short to turn them off?

 

[Lorna Nera]

From atop the buildings a dark figure lurks in the shadows watching from his perch, the cold dark night fell upon coruscant with a shifting persona and the skies littered with darkness, as the figure waits her surveys the surroundings, the night skies black and the streets rampaging with the soldiers of the republic... Nemesis waits for the moment to show himself as he gazes coldly down upon the masses of troops, so far they have not been alerted to his presence and for whatever it is worth he wouldn't care if they did.

As he watched he stands tall and steps off the building about 100 feet above the streets and begins his decent in a halo drop, his speed increasing and his trajectory calculated, he would drop before the troops and take some of them out.. as he drops he quickly gets to the ground and lands on his feet in front of a small group of soldiers and quickly throws smoke grenades and uses his martial might to take them out... standing tall he looks around and leaps toward another building, the small group of republic guards laying on the ground with their necks broken and dead... as he makes his rounds to take out the trash he lurks menacingly on the streets, and then drops down in the thick of it all, his custom mask changing his eyes and his voice if he were to speak yet as he stands there he looks around and waits for a target, yet he wouldn't wait to long.. taking several stun grenades he lobs them at more soldiers after activating them and then looks around at the madness of the streets.

@Serenity @Thurion Heavenshield @Inkblot @Ben Trasker @A'donari Cinn @[member="Steph Zenima"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Steph Zenima"] @A'donari Cinn @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Inkblot"] @[member="Serenity"] @[member="Loran Nera"]

"GET US DOWN THERE NOW!" Vaudin yelled to the pilot. "I WANT YOU LAZY NERF HERDING BANTHA LOVERS TO SUPRESS THAT GARBAGE NOW!"

Vaudin took a flask of very nice whisky out of his pocket and took a drink as they got closer to the ground.

"Non-lethal force only unless you have no choice do not t let anyone get within 3 meters without putting them down. Any questions?"

"Sir?" A lieutenant raised his hand. "Who pit you in charge?"

"Your mother did son." Vaudin said straight faced, "don't you recognize yer papa?"

The troopers laughed and then got ready to set up the lines and barricades. They dropped into place and Vaudin put his ear piece and throat mic. His blasters he pulled one in each oversized hand and flicked them to stun with his thumbs.

"Lets put this silliness down." He said as he jumped off the transport and covered the troopers. The senate would never find another Senator like him.

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Coci Sinopi"]

Talon stood once again by their tree. He had come here knowing that when the world went dark he would be where they met. He looked up suddenly and toward the residential distrcts in the distance. He closed his eyes and streched out his now substantial awareness in that direction.

"Coci..." he whispered with a smile.

If she needed him he would find away but he knew she was more than a capable woman but we wanted her to know he was here.

 

[Lorna Nera]

Watching from the ground as the drop ship decended Nemesis smirked and glared and ran off toward the more "colorful" districts of the underground, his mind preying on the darkness and his focus intent on battering the republic guard, he was once a Jedi until he found he was no more welcomed into their temples... his own rogue abilities preying on the nights scorned echoes, and his routes being taken as he jumps from one building to another while keeping to the shadows of the underground.

Stopping above a small formation of soldiers he looks down and pulls three cryoban and lobs them down and watches as they activate and freeze the soldiers solid making them meat statues on the streets, sighing and continuing he watches for any and all opposition that he could take down and make himself known to the republic that he is the worst of the rogues, his own force aura pouring out to anyone who would try and sense him and his own speed being amplified by the force for a limited amount of time.

Watching from the darkness as he presses on he stops and glances at a man that is near a building and watches as he tries to enter it, Nemesis gaze held on the man and his silent watch making out the males own appearance... who is he? what is his intentions? Nemesis powerful mind echoed inside of his head and making for an interesting conversation among itself.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The siren helped clear the way through the busy skyline as Trasker began his descent into the lower levels of the planet, into the Bronx.

Peering over out of his window as he skimmed over the buildings and in between neon signs, the CSF operative could see many figures below amongst the flashes, the smoke and the shadows, but nothing was certain as to what was going on actually on ground level. He was going to take it down. He quickly tapped his coordinates into his comlink which would collaborate his position with the CSF HQ and pushed a small green button on the dashboard of the speeder, bringing down a small silver microphone.

"Citizens of the Bronx," Tasker began, calmly yet firmly, "this is Agent Ben Trasker of the Coruscant Security Force."

His distorted, almost robotic voice, echoed from the gliding speeder down into the depths.

"We are alerted to your situation and help is on the way." His eyes flicked downwards at the lie.

Turning the yolk, he moved the speeder into a position at the far end of the Bronx, descending slowly.

"Stay in your properties if you do not feel safe. Armed units are en route and will help you as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter."

He lingered for a moment and pushed the button again, sending the mic back up. He brought the speeder down gently to rest, sending up swirling dust clouds and scattered papers from betting slips, flyers and news articles left out on the street. The siren was silenced, but the red and blue lights continued to swirl, sending the ominous presence of the defenders of justice into the Bronx as far as the lights would go.

Kicking the speeder door open with his boot, Trasker leant over and took the blast helmet from the seat by him and slid out, checking his sidearm was present. It was. Holding the helmet under his left arm, he pulled down the door and placed his right hand placed on the DC-15s. He began to walk into the darkness ahead, the bangs, shouts and smashes echoed to meet him.

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