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The stop was brief, yet it still managed to carry far more excitement than Cedric would have ever wanted.
The battle for Irn had been a particularly bloody one. Cedric recalled syncing his mind with that of thousands during the conflict vividly; he'd felt their deaths and conquests as if they were his own. Retaining his sanity during the chaos had proven to be the most difficult task Cedric would ever faced, but somehow he had managed. The scars of the conflict still stretched across Irn's bloodied surface, but her cities were beginning to show signs of recovery.
The Dominion that had protected her may have fallen, but its sacrifice brought her proper prosperity. The Sith would be coming for her soon, of that much Cedric was sure. There would be little time left to make use of Irn's independence.
And use it he did.
The datachip that served as this month's information dump was nestled safely in Cedric's pocket. He would see it safely returned to the Jedi Enclave on Denaba, where it would serve as further proof of the Sith's transgressions. Cedric had hope that the data dump would help mobilize the Jedi into a unified fighting force, though he recognized such wishes as the result of unrealistic optimism.
The Jedi would not be united until they could set aside the seats of power they had grown comfortable in, and a few records weren't going to change that. Still, he felt the need to do something for his people when he was not undergoing solitary training. It was for that very reason that he had come to one of the volunteer hospitals that had been set up on the outskirts of the capital city. Though sparsely populated, the city was large enough to attract the majority of the area's wounded. Many of those men and women were soldiers that had once served under his family's banner. It was only right that he come see them now; to tell them that the failing of their nation fell upon his shoulders, and not their own.
Thus it was that Cedric found himself seated next to an amputee recounting the war. He was too engrossed in the conversation to notice the greasy looking man that strode through the hospital's doors. He only rose from his seat once the man's sidearm was pointed at one of the doctors and her patient. The man yelled, though Cedric was too caught up in his own actions to register any words.
There was a snap-hiss as the cyan blade leaped from Cedric's fingers. Half a second passed before its arc finished and the pistol's barrel had been sundered down the middle. Volunteer security officers jumped on the attacker as the weapon returned to the knight's waiting fingers and died in his hand.
"Do you know who he is?" The words were spoken on auto-pilot as Cedric shuffled over toward the woman that would have been the man's target. No one seemed to pay him much mind; most of the people here knew who Cedric was, and they weren't planning on turning him into the Sith. Not as far as he knew, anyway.
The battle for Irn had been a particularly bloody one. Cedric recalled syncing his mind with that of thousands during the conflict vividly; he'd felt their deaths and conquests as if they were his own. Retaining his sanity during the chaos had proven to be the most difficult task Cedric would ever faced, but somehow he had managed. The scars of the conflict still stretched across Irn's bloodied surface, but her cities were beginning to show signs of recovery.
The Dominion that had protected her may have fallen, but its sacrifice brought her proper prosperity. The Sith would be coming for her soon, of that much Cedric was sure. There would be little time left to make use of Irn's independence.
And use it he did.
The datachip that served as this month's information dump was nestled safely in Cedric's pocket. He would see it safely returned to the Jedi Enclave on Denaba, where it would serve as further proof of the Sith's transgressions. Cedric had hope that the data dump would help mobilize the Jedi into a unified fighting force, though he recognized such wishes as the result of unrealistic optimism.
The Jedi would not be united until they could set aside the seats of power they had grown comfortable in, and a few records weren't going to change that. Still, he felt the need to do something for his people when he was not undergoing solitary training. It was for that very reason that he had come to one of the volunteer hospitals that had been set up on the outskirts of the capital city. Though sparsely populated, the city was large enough to attract the majority of the area's wounded. Many of those men and women were soldiers that had once served under his family's banner. It was only right that he come see them now; to tell them that the failing of their nation fell upon his shoulders, and not their own.
Thus it was that Cedric found himself seated next to an amputee recounting the war. He was too engrossed in the conversation to notice the greasy looking man that strode through the hospital's doors. He only rose from his seat once the man's sidearm was pointed at one of the doctors and her patient. The man yelled, though Cedric was too caught up in his own actions to register any words.
There was a snap-hiss as the cyan blade leaped from Cedric's fingers. Half a second passed before its arc finished and the pistol's barrel had been sundered down the middle. Volunteer security officers jumped on the attacker as the weapon returned to the knight's waiting fingers and died in his hand.
"Do you know who he is?" The words were spoken on auto-pilot as Cedric shuffled over toward the woman that would have been the man's target. No one seemed to pay him much mind; most of the people here knew who Cedric was, and they weren't planning on turning him into the Sith. Not as far as he knew, anyway.