Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
Coruscant-Jedi Temple
The new Grand Master stood alone by his Jedi starfighter as he watched all the screens go black. His comm was dead, and the same message was being displayed over that as well. Luckily his astromech in the fighter had been smart enough to reboot all systems on the ship, and it was luckily working. Though that didn't fix any of the other mechanical problems that the Temple on Coruscant was currently going through. Although Darron himself had no idea to what extent the damage was to the temple, the only saving grace in all of this was that he could still communicate with all Force-users as well as the fact that the Jedi had already been relocating full in earnest to Tython after Teferi's death. All Jedi in the Temple, this is Grand Master Wraith. The artificial intelligence known as Omni has come back, grab all relevant historical data and what possessions you can. I want all of us evacuated to Tython within the next two hours am I clear?
Blue eyes looked over the monitor before him, he had seen that red eye before. It had been in the former Grand-Master's Holocron, safely stored with Je'gan Olraen's on the Jedi starfighter he was currently leaned next to. "So that's the Omni, I heard so many stories about..." A loud sigh escaped his lips as he read the message over and over on the screen, so the plague was intentional? The ramifications of such a statement, that the Gulag Plague had been merely a way of thinning the Sentient races so this machine could return burned the Jedi slightly. A few keystrokes later confirmed that this wasn't some simple hacking, the entire Holonet was down, and that was right when Darron decided to check the emergency frequencies that were only broadcast from emergency servers.
Static met his ears, and it echoed across the vast expanse of the hangar as he started putting in commands for his Astromech to follow in the next few minutes. "Yes, you will meet me at the senate building once I have assessed the situate-..." More static came across the speaker until he heard a familiar voice over the speakers.
"This is Chancellor Saelari, I need assistance. I am heading to Hanger 14."
Quickly fumbling with the controls, Darron sent a response and hope it got to the Chancellor in time.
"Chancellor, this is Jedi Master Wraith, I will meet you there." Darron made sure to keep his tone even as he hopped into the cockpit of his starfighter, if he didn't act soon the Republic would lose it's leader and she couldn't fall along with the Holonet. Quickly started the pre-flight checks, the starfighter was airborne and leaving the hangar as he sent one last message to all Jedi would could listen to him as he rocketed towards the Senate building. I'm going to save the Chancellor, any able bodied volunteers need to meet me there as well. If not, proceed to Tython, that is an order. His face turned to the same steely look of determination as he pushed the throttle forward, pushing his fighter to speeds it usually only saw out of atmosphere. It was quite eerie to see all of the traffic lanes devoid of any vehicles as all transit systems were failing due to Omni taking over the holonet. A witty thought was threatening to come to the surface of his conscious as his sensors picked up laser fire directed at the small ship.
Switching to manual control, he deftly maneuvered past all shots as he noticed the sky darkening. A quick glance at his chrono-meter indicated the obvious, it was much to early in the day to be this dark. Pulling up his sensors as he closed in on Hangar 14 he noticed that it was millions of droids, humanoid in appearance with wings blotting out the sun. What in the Force is this? R5 went crazy with a series of beeps and whistles as Darron throttled down on his speed as he approached the hangar, over twenty of the droids he had seen in the skies were firing on what his sensors detected to be the Supreme Chancellor. "Guess it's time to find out if these guys go down like the rest," He flashed a grin to the display screen as he allowed himself to be centered in the Force. At the press of a switch the cockpit opened as the fighter hovered near the entrance. The Grand Master quickly unbuckled himself and sprung forth to land on the durasteel floor.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, the lightly armored Jedi Master pulled both his electrum plated hits to his hands and activated his blades. The sound of twin snap-hisses pierced the air and his blue blades sprung to life. Fully into the Force, Darron began deflecting bolts back to their senders all the while yelling to the Chancellor. "Chancellor, I'm here to rescue you, give me a few moments to dispatch of these droids and we shall get you off world!"
The new Grand Master stood alone by his Jedi starfighter as he watched all the screens go black. His comm was dead, and the same message was being displayed over that as well. Luckily his astromech in the fighter had been smart enough to reboot all systems on the ship, and it was luckily working. Though that didn't fix any of the other mechanical problems that the Temple on Coruscant was currently going through. Although Darron himself had no idea to what extent the damage was to the temple, the only saving grace in all of this was that he could still communicate with all Force-users as well as the fact that the Jedi had already been relocating full in earnest to Tython after Teferi's death. All Jedi in the Temple, this is Grand Master Wraith. The artificial intelligence known as Omni has come back, grab all relevant historical data and what possessions you can. I want all of us evacuated to Tython within the next two hours am I clear?
Blue eyes looked over the monitor before him, he had seen that red eye before. It had been in the former Grand-Master's Holocron, safely stored with Je'gan Olraen's on the Jedi starfighter he was currently leaned next to. "So that's the Omni, I heard so many stories about..." A loud sigh escaped his lips as he read the message over and over on the screen, so the plague was intentional? The ramifications of such a statement, that the Gulag Plague had been merely a way of thinning the Sentient races so this machine could return burned the Jedi slightly. A few keystrokes later confirmed that this wasn't some simple hacking, the entire Holonet was down, and that was right when Darron decided to check the emergency frequencies that were only broadcast from emergency servers.
Static met his ears, and it echoed across the vast expanse of the hangar as he started putting in commands for his Astromech to follow in the next few minutes. "Yes, you will meet me at the senate building once I have assessed the situate-..." More static came across the speaker until he heard a familiar voice over the speakers.
"This is Chancellor Saelari, I need assistance. I am heading to Hanger 14."
Quickly fumbling with the controls, Darron sent a response and hope it got to the Chancellor in time.
"Chancellor, this is Jedi Master Wraith, I will meet you there." Darron made sure to keep his tone even as he hopped into the cockpit of his starfighter, if he didn't act soon the Republic would lose it's leader and she couldn't fall along with the Holonet. Quickly started the pre-flight checks, the starfighter was airborne and leaving the hangar as he sent one last message to all Jedi would could listen to him as he rocketed towards the Senate building. I'm going to save the Chancellor, any able bodied volunteers need to meet me there as well. If not, proceed to Tython, that is an order. His face turned to the same steely look of determination as he pushed the throttle forward, pushing his fighter to speeds it usually only saw out of atmosphere. It was quite eerie to see all of the traffic lanes devoid of any vehicles as all transit systems were failing due to Omni taking over the holonet. A witty thought was threatening to come to the surface of his conscious as his sensors picked up laser fire directed at the small ship.
Switching to manual control, he deftly maneuvered past all shots as he noticed the sky darkening. A quick glance at his chrono-meter indicated the obvious, it was much to early in the day to be this dark. Pulling up his sensors as he closed in on Hangar 14 he noticed that it was millions of droids, humanoid in appearance with wings blotting out the sun. What in the Force is this? R5 went crazy with a series of beeps and whistles as Darron throttled down on his speed as he approached the hangar, over twenty of the droids he had seen in the skies were firing on what his sensors detected to be the Supreme Chancellor. "Guess it's time to find out if these guys go down like the rest," He flashed a grin to the display screen as he allowed himself to be centered in the Force. At the press of a switch the cockpit opened as the fighter hovered near the entrance. The Grand Master quickly unbuckled himself and sprung forth to land on the durasteel floor.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, the lightly armored Jedi Master pulled both his electrum plated hits to his hands and activated his blades. The sound of twin snap-hisses pierced the air and his blue blades sprung to life. Fully into the Force, Darron began deflecting bolts back to their senders all the while yelling to the Chancellor. "Chancellor, I'm here to rescue you, give me a few moments to dispatch of these droids and we shall get you off world!"