Scrub

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This place had been part of his domain once. Its people were his citizens; his responsibility. In the end, he had failed them. He had gauged another threat to be the greater of the two, and the Sith had not hesitated to capitalize on his absence.

Thus Mirial had fallen, though with far less blood than Cedric had expected. It was a small light in the sea of blackness that had become the youth's reality. He had always intended to return to this place, but not as soon as this. The world was mostly unchanged from its time under the Dominion's rule, aside from the shifting of banners that hung at public offices. This district in particular showed very little sign of change.

They spoke out against their new rulers. It was loyalty that brought about such talk, and loyalty that tended to end the lives of those that chose to speak.

He'd come to retrieve data about fleet movements in the sector. The exchange had been made, but his way out of this section of the city had been blocked. The highway leading in and out of the district was blocked by military speeders, and the air above was patrolled by the speeders aerial variants.

Men in dark helmeted uniforms marched down the streets. Rifles were raised, citizens were cordoned off to the sides of the road. Two individuals tried to run; two loud cracks broke the morning's quiet.

Cedric watched from his perch at the starport's upper landing pads. His ship had been prepped for take off, but clearance was no longer given. No one was to enter or leave the sector. A curse fell from his lips.

"I have to make a way out then," he murmured to himself. His comms had been jammed the moment the military speeders came on the scene.

His thoughts drifted out toward those trapped in the district. There were thousands of people here, the majority of which had likely already submitted to military authority. Perhaps they could find a -

CRACK!!!​

Blaster bolts flew from the roof of one of the larger buildings. A number of armored men fell. Fire was returned. Fighting broke out across the block.

"Shab."

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[Drogh]

Drogh hated Mirial, why was he here? Drogh could scarcely remember, drinking away his constant pain, the darkness being numbed at least for awhile. Drogh woke up on the cold damp streets of Mirial, his mind blur and his bones soft and like sludge. His entire body ached with pain, as a headache struck him, it felt as if his head was a heart, beating viciously with pain. The Sith in their unending hunger deiced to gobble up another planet, as any empire would. Yet the Sith always had a flare for the brutal, oppressing worlds with acute savagery and efficient brutality. This planet was saved that scourge, at least for now. When the screams for war hit this planet, it will be forsaken like the rest.

Even still, as Drogh woke from his morning slumber, laying on the streets like some vagabond, his dark cloak covered in old alcohol, sinking into the fabric, making it damp which only made the breeze of this planet all the more painful. He noticed the masked men in their metallic glare rounding up civvies, like nerfs to the slaughter, Drogh what ever the petty reason will not be bogged down in this bureaucratic hell, made to ask questions and if he answered the wrong ones get send to some forsaken jail, or a bolt in the back of the head. The alleyways were always so welcoming to Drogh, no matter the urban hell, Drogh always felt at-least some what at home. So he sunk into the darkness like a shadow, watching from his dark glare.

Then chaos erupted. Drogh what believed would be nothing more then inconvenience was indeed slaughter. A cold shock of fear tore it's way down his spine, and then he began to flee. The ringing of fire echoed across the streets, as death followed suit with increasing pace. Shots fire from all directions, shots fired all from places. Drogh didn't know to do, other then hide in his dark corners of this forsaken world.

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The lightsaber was in his hands before he could put any thought to it. His finger rested over the weapon's ignition switch as he sprinted toward the sound of the blaster fire. The drop had been made, leaving him free to do as he sought. Dying here on Mirial would set the resistance back significantly, but it wasn't going to kill it, and Cedric was not about to leave these people to their fates. The guilt would have eaten him alive before he could clear the planet's atmosphere.

The weapon snapped to life as he landed on an armored trooper. It's cyan blade snapped clean through the soldier's hand, and a brief expression of telekinetic force sent the man flying into the nearest building. He hit the wall with a loud thud, collapsed to the ground, and did not rise.

"I suppose it's good for you that I'm feeling merciful today," Cedric mused as he ran his blade through the unconscious man's rifle. With a click of his tongue, the youth doused his blade, turned on his heel, and ran straight into some man clad in a dark cloak.

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[Drogh]

Drogh gawked from the shadows, hiding in the corners, safe from the fires of death for now. Blaster shots rang out like a broken bell, yet then in the mist of chaos and mayhem, a bright blue light shined in a paragon fashion. "Jedi?" Drogh mumbled to him self, his cold eyes gazed on this bright stick, as it cut and tore it's way though blaster bolts, dotting them out of the air with ease. Drogh was even more worried, what the kark what a jedi doing here? The slightest horrid thing in the galaxy and the Jedi come screaming with tones and hymns of justice and such. Drogh found it some what amusing, and might have laughed if he wasn't terrified.

Then, things took to the worst as the man got closer to him at a freighting pace before unceremoniously bashing into him. Drogh was a frail man, he had little muscle and was lean and tall, he fell like a tree half-cut, tumbling down with annoyance as he gritted his teeth in frustration. A spasm of rage came over Drogh, yet he knew it was best to swallow ones pride and let the Jedi walk away then do anything else. So he fell, cursing under his breath and praying that a bolt found it's way to the Jedi's temple.

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