2008-07-18 - Secrets of the Chapel

Bain pushes through the slums, his skin being eaten away by the filth of this place. He looks around doggedly for food, following the trail of a rat that crossed his field of vision. Junk goes skittering out of the way as he uses the Force to clear a path.
 Like a fly to honey, it seems, Liam L'hnnar returns to Nar Shaddaa. Of course, his reasons are entirely good and pure (at least he reasons them as such), even if he dares the scolding wrath of both parent and Jedi alike. He's taken precautions, this time. His clothes, less fine, to blend in better, spotted with all manner of stains. He even rolled around in some alleys on Coruscant to get it just right!
And, now, he delicately picks his way through the filthy streets of the slums, hood up, gray eyes alert. He appears to be looking for something... or someone.
 Bain stalks along after his prey, his belly rumbling all the more as the parasites feeding on his skin demand nourishment. He frowns and feels on his anger as he tries to relieve the pain. And then he sees the boy and his smile grows as he now decides on something even tastier. "Master will like it."
 A tan-robed man walks quietly along the east loop from the city, walking slowly as he looks up at the sky, face furrowed in concentration -- drawn by the sudden appearance of a Force shroud over Nar Shaddaa. He looks to the shape of the boy in the hood, idly, moving on to others when suddenly his head snaps towards the shape of the stooped-over man in the rags, eyes narrowing as his pace increases.
 Blissfully unaware, probably thinking himself the master of covert operations, Liam keeps to his shuffle past other messy, robed figures. Raised in the slums, though not nearly as slummy, he takes great care with those around him, occasionally bending down to exchange a word or two with a beggar - 'Have you seen a tall man in green robes?' and the like - and, rarer still, slipping a credit chip into a pocket of a sleeping fellow.
In one such particular attempt, the object of his attention is a fellow child. Whatever the children tell each other is secret to them, but they chat pleasantly for some time.
 Bain creeps up behind Liam and smiles as he wiggles what fingers remain to him, a good number of them already missing. He squeezes one hand, but then pauses and thinks better. Then he turns and uses the Force to lift something out of the debris that surrounds him and sends it towards Liam. "We'll take you back alive!"
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Bain calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Bain hurls an Old Mattress toward Liam!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Liam does not move, but Bain's flying debris misses him and falls to the ground.
 As soon as the Old Mattress flies through the air towards Liam, Anakin springs into action, blue blade leaping into life in his hand as he races down the slum street towards Bain, an eyebrow shooting up as the mattress stops before Liam. A hand lifts, extended towards Bain. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker ignites his blue lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker hurls an Empty Canister toward Bain!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Bain calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Bain does not move, but Anakin Skywalker's flying debris misses him and falls to the ground.
 The boys share secrets and whispers, a hidden code reserved for those untouched by the Dark Side of puberty. Warnings of flying mattresses come a little too late, in the worried cry of the second boy - a dark skinned lad missing most of his teeth. Liam has only but a moment to whirl his head about, losing his hood in the process and spilling golden curls out for the world to see.
Maybe a stray gust of wind, maybe it's just luck, the moldy mattress tilts in its flight at just the right moment and crashes harmlessly into a wall beside the boys, spilling slime and rats.
Now, children of Nar Shaddaa know trouble when they see it. The darker youth spares not a moment in diving into the shadows he knows as a home, and Liam is left alone before the ragged man, a metal canister in his hands. Sugar Snaps, it's labeled. A gift, never given. ".. You!" is all the silver-eyed boy can manage before more trash starts flying.
 Graham steps into the slums from the way of the nubian spaceport. The man wears a new set of brown and white robes, the last having a nice sword sized hole through the side. He watches as sabers are ignited and mattresses thrown. He moves swiftly forward but doesn't yet take action moving towards the boy.
 
From farther back in the slums, the ignition of a lightsaber catches a spacer's attention and he starts in the direction of the sounds of fighting and flashing lights.
 Bain looks up at his attacker and points and laughs. "Loser! Nice lasersword, you going to try and stick me with that too? I bet you couldn't even if you walked right over!" He turns then and surges at Anakin, moving to grapple with the Jedi directly!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Bain lashes out at Anakin Skywalker's arms with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker parries with his blue lightsaber and shreds Bain.
 Green eyes narrow and the blue blade flashes as he side-steps, targetting the fists that fly towards the Jedi Knight, slicing with quick and cruel precision. "Who are you and who do you work for?" he asks, blade lifting to strike if the man doesn't answer. 
 The spacer who looks oddly like Tuil Lindo without all the Jedi stuff, breaks into a run as he moves to see what is going on, the distinctive flash of a lightsaber in motion not to be mistaken. He catches up just in time to hear the demand for answers.
 Bain holds up in front of his face two stumps, not bleeding thanks to the lightsaber, but still quite ugly. The man looks at Anakin and ignores the question as he turns and turns, runs hard, deeper into the slums. Not far away, he disappears into a hole in the ground that leads down.
 The ignition of lightsabers seems to frighten the boy far more than sickly hobos. Trapped in wide-eyed terror and fascination, Liam can only watch as the ragged man makes a run at the armed Anakin, "No... no!" whispered helplessly before his hands shoot up to cover his mouth. Just in the nick of time. The clean hiss of laser sword through flesh, coupled with that distinct odor of burning flesh (it even stands out over the smells of the slums) bring a shudder of revulsion from the boy. And, while he had seen injuries many, sat through surgeries that would have frightened others, that particular sight draws unparalleled terror.
With the Jedi distracted, he takes a quick glance, and scrambles away, himself, too, going to the shadowed secret corners of the slums.
Nar Shaddaa: Chapel of the Insurrection
Globes of pale light hover on repulsorlifts in the corners of this great black chamber. The vaulted ceilings are in an old-fashioned mode, and the floor is rusted, corrugated metal. As the doors to the outside open, a cold metallic stench impinges upon the nostrils.
 As the doors open, Anakin is hot on Bain's pursuit, the light of the blue blade illuminating the darkness of the huge chamber as he runs after the man, hand lifting and extended towards him. There are no shouts of 'stop!' from the Knight; his eyes are narrowed almost to slits, following.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker hurls an ancient statue toward Bain!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Bain calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker's flying debris hits and mauls Bain.
 Tuil comes along from behind, but does not intervene.
 Graham comes in behind the others, he misses the flying debris being thrown, but looks towards the fleeing man his robes flying behind him as he moves quickly forward to catch up.
 Bain is hit across his back by the ancient statue and he is thrown forward onto his face. The scum screams as pain shoots up as he tries bracing himself with his hands only to discover his hands are gone.
 Anakin chases mercilessly, a hard kick aimed at the man's ribs to turn him over, the blue blade dropping to the man's neck. "Who are you? Who do you serve?" he demands, voice low, eyes narrow. 
The light-globes of the chapel light very little: only the nearest portion of the dark vault. Further on, the darkness falls.
 Tuil ignores Anakin and his prey, instead looking at Graham and calling out to him, "Padawan, are you a padawan still?" He pulls out his own lightsaber, cunningly concealed despite his lack of Jedi robes and he ignites it to help dispel the darkness.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil ignites his green lightsaber.
 Graham shakes his head, to the master. "No, Master. I have completed my tasks." a small smile is given though it's wiped quickly knowing that this place doesn't sit right with his normal senses perhaps. He reaches down were his saber rests bringing it to hands and igniting it for the first time.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Graham ignites his white lightsaber.
 Bain sits up as best he can, suddenly in awe of the white lightsaber that now shines. "You... You used it... You used the gem...!" He glances up at Anakin and his awe swiftly changes over to defiance. "You're just like that shadow who was attacking me before, you're one of them!" Bain's eyes shift to Graham, "Why are you with this one? Why aren't you helping me now?!"
 Anakin watches Bain carefully, looking from him to Graham in one quick instant. "You know this man?" he asks, gesturing with his lightsaber -- which brings the hot blade close to Bain's throat.
 Tuil glances at Graham and then to Bain, waiting for someone to answer.
 A foolish child, after all, Liam is lured by the beck and call of Jedi Behaving Badly. Statistical probability dictates that when Jedi are present, people - innocent or otherwise - get hurt, and what kind of a doctor (in pre-training-training) would he be if he didn't try to help? Therefore, after he finally finished throwing up, the boy pulls his hood back up and follows the rabbit down the hole, into the darkness, slipping behind ancient statues and shadows in an effort to be most quiet, and, there, he watches.
 Bain sighs and shakes his head, "I've been watching this place, collecting stuff... Then someone came..." The man looks miserable now. "That's all I know!"
 
 Anakin's head snaps to Bain. "Who was it? How did you get the jewel?" The blade lifts slightly away from the disgusting man, still illuminating his face. 
 Marbo stands at the very entrance to the Chapel, his discussion is with his troops. "Be nudd tonka sleemo waffmula cheeska kava? Jee jewz inkabunga badda howdunga buttmalia apenkee murishani wamma chowbasa h'chu winkee. Tonta panwa pankpa tella smak choppa che bedwana dunko lickmoomoo schoon yatuka koochu dwana jujiminmee keepuna chuba wata choo doma patogga coo planeeto chawa droi."
So all is set and secure then? Ensure that we continue to keep the men focused on their duty. Report to me if you find any others who have tried to accept bribes instead of keep the peace and do their job with professionalism. 
<FONT COLOR=#FBB917>COMSYS:</FONT> A soft, deep male voice says, "Hello..."
 Tuil nods at Bain's answer and starts past everyone present, moving deeper into this place as he does not seem all that interested in the interrogation. But then a voice speaks through the comlink and this arrests his movements.
 Raldek Thess is an inconspicuous presence at the entrance to the chapel, situated just behind the arriving Hutt. Dressed in less than revealing clothing, as is often the case with those visiting less than reputable planets, the willowy figure's half-shrouded eyes regard the visible interior with quiet interest. He seems content to stay out of the way, at least for the moment.
 Besk trudges in, only he's all covered in robes and hidden away.
 Graham waits an explanation of who the man met. The young man looks up as the master walks past him, and towards the darker portion of this place. He looks back down to the injured man. "We need to know, is this who teaches you?" he asks sharply.
In the darker reaches of the black room glows a small, cold light.
 Bain looks confused. "Teach me? No. He just looks and looks and tries things. He teaches me nothing!"
 Besk quietly takes up a place behind the jedi, watching from under his cloak.
 
 "Who?" Anakin repeats, growing less patient as the blade hovers above Bain's face. 
 Step, after step, and hardly a breath. The child, who probably shouldn't be down in these depths at all, clings to the outer shadows of the chapel, just out of reach of the soft glow of the globe-lamps, and inches ever gingerly forward. Liam clamps his hands over his mouth to keep silence, the light of the Jedis' blades providing just enough illumination to make out the injuries on the sickly man.
 
 Tuil steps deeper into the chapel's darkness, leaving behind the Jedi gathered around Bain and those who are farther back by the entrance. What little light from his saber that is able to penetrate the gloom does little to show what is around him. He notices the cold light ahead and approaches it warily.
 Marbo is about to continue his lecturing when he pauses and looks around. His nostrils flair as if he is reminded of something or if the place invokes something in the core of his memory. "Ulwan jujiminmee nudd?" he asks almost as if it is a question meant to dance on the wind. His bulbous eyes blink and then he notices a flicker of light in the depths of this darkness, shining like a beacon or lighthouse on a storm filled night. Him and his entourage move deeper to investigate.
What is that....? 
 Raldek Thess steps around the Hutt, taking care to not disturb the much larger being during his own descent into the temple. The occasional shift of his hood or robes places him as a Duros, though he otherwise shares the nearly identical features of his kind. Though his figure is quite shrouded, his demeanor seems to be somewhat more outgoing.
"I wasn't aware that there were any religious establishments on Nar Shaddaa," says Thess, his calm voice nevertheless tinged with a hint of interest. "How fascinating. Oh, excuse me, Master Jedi." The figure steps around Anakin, his attention drawn to the unnatural light being approached by Tuil.
 Graham steps around a bit flanking the man now. His gaze though is up upon where the master had walked back. The young man turns quickly back to the man "Where is this man now?" he asks quickly.
 Besk stares at the fellow with no hands. He gestures at the light when the Hutt asks the question. "It's a candleglobe," he says dismissively. He then pauses. "Jedi, back there!" he says quickly, moving after Tuil. His voice is that somewhat recognizable soft, deep voice. The Bothan moves reasonably quickly towards the back. "Maybe he's still alive."
 Bain shakes his head. "He hasn't been around. I went out to get food and he disappeared a few days ago..." The man looks at his stumps and starts sobbing and he lashes out!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Bain calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Bain hurls a light globe toward Besk!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Besk tries to dodge, but Bain's flying debris seriously wounds him.
 Besk gets cracked in the head with a globe and his head cracks into the side of the cave unpleasantly. "Son of a..." he says, turning on Bain and looking terribly unhappy as he approaches the fellow.
In the shadows of the chapel, Tuil's lightsaber sheds a flickering light, driving the darkness back step by step. At length, a sunken tunnel becomes visible--grimy, wet, it twists into deeper darkness. It is not for the claustrophobic.
 The blue blade waves closer to Bain's neck, close enough to singe the rags on his chest. "Tell me who he is!" he commands. "An old man in a black robe?" He shoots a warning glance to Besk, telling him to keep his distance. 
 Perhaps he was lured into the Chapel out of curiosity, or maybe it was the whispers he heard on the streets, but what ever it was Chas Kressen walks tentatively into the room. Eyes flit to those that are there as he steps around the door that had held his presence unknown by all but the most observant. His gaze draw to the light sabers of the Jedi and the globe flinging fellow.
 Besk has big cloaks and hoods on that don't make him immediately recognizable or anything, he just looks like some Bothan who showed up not too long ago.
 
 Whatever is happening behind him seems not to distract Tuil at all as he hunches down and leads the way with his lightsaber, beginning the slow crawl into the tunnel.
 Besk turns as some Jedi warns him off, and heads after Tuil, mumbling in his deep voice. "Master Jedi, I am perhaps a bit smaller, if you'll allow me..." he suggests.
 Raldek Thess seems quite oblivious to the display of the Force going on at his back. Instead, he continues to follow after Tuil, his shrouded figure eventually catching up to the man. "Pardon me, Master Jedi," says the calm-toned Duros, even as his head meanders over the narrow tunnel. "Would you mind if I accompanied you? If it wouldn't trouble you overly much. I am a scholar, and ... Well, it's quite extraordinary to find something like this on a world like Nar Shaddaa. Quite an opportunity."
 Curiosity? No. Stalking, maybe. The dreadlocked Corellian had spotted Chas just before he entered the chapel, recognizing him from Coruscant and wanting to ask him a question, he followed the man inside, halting just inside as he spots the glow of lightsabers. "Great." Jai mutters.
 
 Tuil is already pushing deeper into the hole and doesn't seem inclined to let this Bothan go first in a place as steeped in the Dark Side as this.
 Besk gets down and goes /behind/ Tuil, then, and crawls along.
 "Please!" Liam puts on a scowl and steps out of his shadowed shelter, hasty steps towards the injured man and the Jedi pointing their lightsabers at him. "Don't hurt him." Any more.
"His illness is making him mad. He doesn't need threats, he needs medical attention." While he sounds convincing, the boy can't help but shy away from the lightsabers.
 Raldek Thess certainly isn't hesitant about following along. Apparently unconcerned with the well-being of his silk robes, the figure crouches down and eases into the tunnel, following behind Tuil and Besk. He carries on even as they delve into rather disconcerting depths. "How fascinating," notes the Duros, whose voice is still quite calm. "Such a place in the middle of a slum. I wonder what's at the end ..."
 Bain eyes the boy and starts walking on his knees in the direction of Liam. "Little boy, help me, help me. See what they did to me." He holds out his stumps for Liam to survey. "Help me."
 Chas, spotting the fellow behind him only offers a glance before his attention is turned back to the slight sabers and those crawling in some kind of hole. His eyes squint a bit as he tries to see better. His hand tightens on the HK3 that is held closely and he mutters "Don't think I have a dog in this fight." Yet the black haired man remains, observing.
 Besk pulls some fragments of candleglobe out of his head as he crawls.
The air down the tunnel gets colder, wetter, more filthy and rust-ridden. Red eyes glow in the dark. Mechanical eyes. Black metal figures twitch forward, shuffling their bulky bodies. 
"Acquiring target," croaks a metallic voice.
 Anakin shakes his head. "We're never going to get anything useful out of him," he murmurs, looking to Graham, then to Liam. "You forget quickly those who attack you, and those who protect you. Give him what attention he needs." He looks disgusted with the boy, shaking his head and moving quickly towards Tuil and Besk at the tunnel. 
 Besk says, "Heeeeey, back up, back up!"
 
 Tuil frowns and curses under his breath. With Besk behind blocking his way out, the Jedi's only defense is the length of his lightsaber as he holds it up to stop whatever may be coming.
 Besk begins hollaring at the Duros behind him. "Get out, get out, get out!" He gives the fellow a firm kick for emphasis.
 Marbo looks at the display. "Poy be howdunga yocola shag murishani waffmula wanga chik inkabunga jujiminmee cheeska, I keepuna chawa jedda. Jee-jee chowbasa kava dwana achuta nobata?" he asks.
Why don't we avoid any further violence....while some may relish in it, I personally do not. What is the meaning of this? 
 This was getting a bit interesting, the Corellian thought as he spotted more familiar faces. His curiosty getting the upper hand over the little voice screaming 'run', Jai crept further into the gloomy place, drawing closer to the boy and those gathered around him. He offered Chas a small nod, his own gloved hands seeking the blaster pistol hidden beneath his clothes and drawing it.
 "Acquiring target?" Even still, Raldek Thess sounds interested. "That voice sounds artificial. Ancient droid models, perhaps? Oh my, how interesting. This could be the excavation of my lifetime." Then come the demands that he back up. The robed figure does so, albeit a bit more slowly than Besk might desire. He's almost hesitant to miss a glimpse at what Tuil's seeing.
 Besk tries to get out quicker, and starts shoving Raldek out of the tunnel as quick as can be. "No, those aren't old," he says. "Get out!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai wields his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol.
 Thess continues his backwards crawl until he finally manages to exit the tunnel. He steps aside, giving Besk the opportunity to leave as well. Judging by the shrouded figure's stance, however, it almost appears that he might head back in just as soon as he's able. The victim of his own scholarly fascination, apparently.
 Squating so that he could see the tunnel better, Chas tilts his head as he hears the metallic sounds of a voice. In the dim, those that would look sees anger flash across his features in the form of pinched brows and a tightening of his lips. His HK2 is tightened more, his position firmly held "Think I may have a dog in this then," he mutters to himself.
He watches the boy doctor for only the briefest of moments before his attention is drawn to the tunnel and those that have crawled into it.
 Besk gets out of the tunnel as quick as he's able. "Master Jedi, the tunnel is free now, you can get out," he says, looking into the dark tunnel.
 
 In the sudden confusion as the metallic voice starts talking, Bain gets to his feet with a little move that is a cross between martial arts and just plain desperation. He glares at Graham and the boy and everyone else who is huddled over him and then he seizes his change and bolts toward the way out!
A bulky shape begins to rattle up the corridor, moving toward the glow of Tuil's lightsaber.
 Anakin's look of disgust is mirrored in the child's eyes. Really, the creepy fellow hadn't done much but rough him up lightly a time, nothing to warrant a hand-removal. Liam's hands move to aid the fallen man, but too slowly, it seems. Brushed aside in the hurried movement, he can only stare after the man in confusion, before rattling and worried voices draw his attention to the tunnel.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> You experience a disgusted feeling and think of Anakin Skywalker.
 The Corellian watches the apparent prisoner, or whatever he is, jump to his feet and try to make a run for it. There is only a moment's hesitation before he turns, raising his blaster and taking aim at the man's back. "Is this guy important?" He inquires of anyone near by.
 "Help him." the knight turns back to the boy who looks to help. Graham turns back to the man. This is a mistake as he bolts for freedom though the sound of a new threat, brings him towards the other though the tunnel is to small for all to be at it, he stands in range to help should something come from it.
 Besk reaches into his robes and pulls out a holdout pistol, taking a shot at the fleeing fellow.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Besk wields his BlasTech HR2 Holdout Blaster.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Besk fires his BlasTech HR2 Holdout Blaster at Bain!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> By sheer luck, Besk's blaster bolt misses Bain.
 Tuil waits for whatever is coming ahead, the events back behind him only catching his attention momentarily.
 Marbo watches as the blaster fire is exchanged. "Wamma moulee-rah keepuna poy shag bargon che choo!" he shakes a fist.
Block the doorway....and arm yourselves...dont let anyone out! 
Marbo III begin guarding Out.
 Raldek Thess' attention is still quite fixated upon the events taking place within the tunnel. Though he hasn't yet entered it again, the robed figure is crouched down at the mouth, peering at what little he can see beyond the light of Tuil's lightsaber. "One wonders why a combat droid would be kept down here," the scholar wonders aloud, his domed eyes failing to stray even as blaster fire cuts the air behind him. "Truly, this place must be worthy of even more attention than I'd thought. The Hutts will no doubt confiscate it, and so perhaps I should begin my work now ..." And so he does. Thess produces a datapad from within his robes, inputting information as he observes the Master Jedi's actions.
Visible in the tunnel mouth, though still dim silhouettes, are black robots. Then, suddenly, they are lit with the back-glow of blasters, as half a dozen bolts whine and pop toward Tuil Lindo!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 fire their Merr Sonn T33 Blasters at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil deflects Robot Perimeter Guards 5's blaster bolt back into Robot Perimeter Guards 5, wounding them.
 A sigh and a shake of his head follows his slight movement as the Bothan fires his blaster. He gives the fellow a stern look as smoke drifts down from just above his head. Again he grumbles "If you can't shoot it..." But Chas says no more, the running fellow is no threat to him, but those voices, the metallic ones, from the tunnel are his first concern. Calm is he, his face expressionless - that of a fighter that has seen his share. His HK3 ready, tip of it held down slightly as he watches intently.
 Unsure of what role the man played in this, the dreadlocked human sets his blaster to stun before he fires, his face lit up as the energy bolt streaks from the barrel. Crispy dead might not be so helpful.
As he waits to see the results of his shot, a gloved hand reaches under Jai's hat, pushing the goggle up on his forehead so he could see better.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai tries to stun Bain with his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> By sheer luck, Bain evades Jai's stun beam.
Before the guards can get set, Bain pushes his way through and makes his way up and out to freedom!
ESCAPE: Bain escapes from the area!
 Anakin barrels down the tunnel after Tuil, pushing his way through with his blue blade leading the way. "IG-88s?" he asks to the Jedi Master, lifting his saber. 
 Well, biscuits. Liam casts a good glare at Anakin's retreating back, then turns to chase after the injured man. "Wait, mister! You need to go to a hospital! You might have brain rot and --" the boy attempts to follow, but is met with less-than-complacent guards that permit no leave.
"Get out of the way! The bad things are over there!" The child points urgently to the other end of the chapel.
 Graham turns now ignoring the man and his escape as the sound of blasts ring out, towards the master. The young knight brings his saber back to defense position. He waits to see what else happens next.
 As the blaster fire lets loose Chas quickly moves to behind a desk or some sorts, still he holds his fire, not sure who is who at this time. His blaster is ready, he watches as he trains his weapon between the lightsaber and the robots.
 Besk takes some cover once the guy is gone and the blasters begin.
 
 Tuil glances at Anakin as he pushes into the corridor and shakes his head. "Fifty-fives I think." The Jedi Master brings his own lightsaber up and starts moving as quickly as he can at the droids to close the distance before they can attack again. He lifts his hand and uses the Force to send whatever he can find to attack.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil hurls a light globe toward Robot Perimeter Guards 5!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 tries to dodge, but Tuil's flying debris wounds a member of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 fire their Merr Sonn T33 Blasters at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil parries Robot Perimeter Guards 5's blaster bolt with his green lightsaber.
 Raldek Thess' domed eyes follow after Anakin for a moment. "IG-88s?" The scholar echoes the statement, further specifying, "Assassin droids? In a place like this? It must be in active use, then!" Fortunately for him, Tuil's handiwork prevents any of those deadly bolts from flying down the tunnel and striking him. One might think that he'd take this as a sign to move away, but instead, that earlier fascination just sends him creeping along behind Skywalker. Tuil's clarification seems to discourage him not at all, though he pauses to take cover where he can. There's not much of that in a tunnel.
 Anakin responds as fast as Tuil, following him down the tunnel and lifting a hand towards the droids. "How many?" he shouts to the Master. 
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker hurls an ancient statue toward Robot Perimeter Guards 5!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's flying debris wounds a member of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 fire their Merr Sonn T33 Blasters at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Perimeter Guards 5's blaster bolt back into Robot Perimeter Guards 5, wounding them.
 Cursing as the man got away, Jai turned back to the tunnel to find there was still plenty of action going on, though the Jedi seemed like they had everything well in hand. With a smirk, the Corellian moved to the side so he wouldn't be the first thing seen by whatever might decide to come rushing out of the tunnel. He allows his blaster to droop a bit, content to watch and listen for now.
 Chas holds his fire as the movement of lightsabers, the flash of blaster bolts light the tunnel in a mix if colors and dancing shadows - all gone as quickly as seen. A bit of his lip, the black haired man holds his fire, waiting...waiting till needed.
Behind the line of robots is a vaulted chamber. Its outlines are barely visible in the darkness, but it is clearly a large room ...
 Tuil throws his lightsaber down the tunnel to clear the way of any droids before him!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil throws his lightsaber at Robot Perimeter Guards 5!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil's flying green lightsaber hits and kills some of Robot Perimeter Guards 5.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 fire their Merr Sonn T33 Blasters at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil parries Robot Perimeter Guards 5's blaster bolt with his green lightsaber.
 Tuil pushes down the tunnel and through the gap created by his saber, he emerges into the vaulted chamber and with his lightsaber back in his hand, he catches the rest of the droids by surprise as he hacks this way and that, the light of his weapon flashing as droids spark and are destroyed.
 Yes, there is a fight and Chas has picked a side. He moves to the tunnel, leaving the safety of his cover as he teams with the lightsaber follows quickly "Not as fast as you guys, but I can give it a go," he tells no one, anyone. 
 
 Anakin follows swiftly after Tuil, emerging into the large chamber and looking up for a moment. He follows in the Jedi Master's wake, blade flashing towards the head of one IG-88. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker swings his blue lightsaber at Robot Perimeter Guards 5!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's blue lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Perimeter Guards 5 fire their Merr Sonn T33 Blasters at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Perimeter Guards 5's blaster bolt back into Robot Perimeter Guards 5, wounding them.
 James Corr walks in sees everyone armed, and draws his blaster, ends up near Jai, "What the hell is going on?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> James Corr wields his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol.
One of the droids falls--into a wet spot on the floor.
 Graham pushes forward now moving to carefully without causing more trouble towards the tunnel to move in with the others.
Electricity crackles along the floor, and the droids convulse, twitch, stiffen, smoke, and shower sparks from every joint.
 Besk says, "Someone needs to make better droids."
 Raldek Thess continues to advance behind Jedi, neither attacking nor retreating. His fascination with his surroundings continues to get the better of his good sense, apparently. As they press into the vaulted chamber, so too does he, though he cuts slightly to the left after passing through the entrance. Domed eyes meander attentively, disturbed only as he's made to kick away the flailing, severed arm of a fallen droid.
 Humming some tune under his breath, Jai shrugs in reply to James as he creeps after Chas, trying to keep low. Who knows, he might actually come in handy.
 Down into the tunnel, and into the large room, Chas follows and then stands. He searches, in the dim light, for targets but it seems that the Jedi have killed the immediate threat. But he does not relax as he is ready for any fight that may come.
 
 Tuil advances slowly into the vaulted chamber, the droids behind him merely scrap now. He glances over at Anakin. "Skywalker, you take the left, I'll take the right. Let's see what's in here. Be cautious. Let whatever is in here make the first move."
 Graham makes it through the tunnel looking to the two standing above the defeated droids. He doesnt lower his weapon though moving further into the room.
Besk moves and ninjas his way up the tunnel and proceeds to hide in a corner of the cavern.
 
 Anakin nods in silent agreement to Tuil, the blue blade humming as a compliment to green and white as the three Jedi move through the room, the light from their sabers slowly spreading throughout the room. 
 The Hutt's guards are slow at moving, giving Liam a chance to catch some of the whirling lightsaber-blender action. He doesn't seem particularly impressed, instead, pulling his hood up over golden curls and turning back to the crumpled exit. Anyone who had bothered to glance at Principles of Virology, Volume Four would know just how serious a condition brain rot really is, and why the injured fellow would be a danger to himself and others if it were allowed to fester much longer. Using the distraction provided by the droids, the boy quietly slinks out into the slums in search of Bain.
 Besk makes sure the Jedi are between him and the thing they're opening, and in addition he stays in the shadows, hunkering down and quietly waiting. "Where are you..." he says softly.
 Jai creeps through the tunnel and out the other side, taking up a position to one side as he watches the going ons.
 James Corr follows Jai, still wishing he had some clue what's going on. perks up slightly when he recongizes Tuil, Graham, and a stranger beside Tuil also wielding a Lightsaber. Whatever was going on having three Jedi around had to improve their chances.
Abruptly, taller robots clash out of the shadows, their smokestack silhouettes huge and imposing. Green blaster bolts blast away at Tuil. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
 Graham nods to the two others, his white saber humming to be ready for whatever may come next. He takes his position inbetween the other two a few steps back.
 Raldek Thess continues to follow close to the Jedi, perhaps favoring Anakin a bit more than his colleagues. Tuil seems to be the wise choice to leave at the head of the pack, after all. "How fascinating," states the scholar as he lifts his head, domed eyes peering out from beneath his hood. That seems to be his favorite word. "I don't believe that I recognize this architecture, and that's a rare thing anymore. How, I wonder, did such a complex escape notice in the heart of such a densely populated area ..." Blaster bolts? Oh, right. Thess pauses, keeping behind the lightsaber-wielding people he's apparently claimed as escorts.
 
 "IG-88s!" Anakin shouts as warning to Graham, advancing quickly on the IG-88s to the right and slashing out with his lightsaber. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker swings his blue lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's blue lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
 
 Tuil launches forward in reaction to the attack on his flank. Even as he deflects the bolts back at his attackers, he is surging forward to meet them on their own ground and turn their own flank on them from the right. "Ahhh~" he calls out as his lightsaber flashes.
 Clearly the Jedi have this under control. So, turning, Chas hunches down and makes his way back up the tunnel and out of the chamber. 
 Despite the fact that Jai was sure his blaster would not be needed in any deathmatch that might occur, he still remained, eager to see the famed Jedi in action and find out if they were as the legends and bedtime stories had said or something else.
Spotting the duros following along behind one of the jedi, the Corellian decides to tag along, though at a safe distance so as to avoid hot bolts of death.
Robot Prison Guards closes ranks, sinking down behind the mega cannons to lay down suppressing fire on the Jedi.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker tries to parry with his blue lightsaber, but Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds him.
 Tuil normally holds back when dealing with sentient beings, but he shows no mercy as he streaks forward at the droids and chops at the first one who comes near, cutting into their ranks like a hot knife into a stick of nerf butter.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Tuil's green lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil tries to parry with his green lightsaber, but Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him.
 Graham moves forward quickly after the two move in to attack last in line up the middle. The young mans white saber swinging down upon the closest of the guards.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Graham swings his white lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Graham's white lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Graham!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Graham tries to parry with his white lightsaber, but Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and shreds him, destroying Graham's White Desert Robes.
 The blue blade is too slow, a red blaster bolt skimming along Anakin's arm. He winces, retaliating quickly, a worried glance aimed at Tuil as he is hit. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker swings his blue lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's blue lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 3 IG-88s are now disabled.
 "There's too many of them!" Tuil calls this out as he frowns and continues his attack, his own words not stopping him from pressing forward, his movements even more frenzied, guided by the Force. But the droids counter and the Jedi sustains a would to his side. He grits his teeth and fights on with quick, methodical movements.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 5 IG-88s are now disabled.
 You see that charging into death's jaws... Jai remains a respectful distance back, twirling his blaster as he watches the action, a worried frown slowly replacing the smirk.
 James Corr dives for cover.
 Besk stands behind some stuff in the tunnels, keeping hidden as the 88's blast at the Jedi.
The lightsabers cleave through the ranks of the battle droids with a white-hot hiss, leaving glowing joints and smoking parts. But the droids advance in lockstep, their blaster bolts filling the darkness with a wall of oncoming green fire.
"Elimination routine commencing."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
 
 The Jedi Knight moves quickly, blue blade flashing and deftly reflecting back one blaster bolt, the lightsaber flashing towards the droids. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker swings his blue lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's blue lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 8 IG-88s are now disabled.
 
 "Graham!" The new Jedi Knight's form is barely seen beyond the droids that surround him, but Tuil sees all the same the flurry of blaster bolts that seem to be in that area. He frowns and renews his attack with greater intensity, his first strike being a quick jab into the innards of a droid and then he cuts right out the side and into another pair, moving to cut them in two.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 10 IG-88s are now disabled.
 The blaster completes a last lasy spin then stops, its barrel facing the ground. Jai's tongue pokes his right cheek, pushing it out as he contemplates the merits of firing at the metallic death advancing on the jedi or merely staying out of it.
The IG-88s spark and shudder, falling back for a moment under the pressure of Tuil's ferocious advance. Blue sparks shoot every which way. The robots mill for a moment as their targeting computers struggle to compensate--then--
"Concentrate all fire on the green-spectrum band. 5% randomization pattern."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Tuil.
 
 Anakin presses hard in Tuil's wake, the blue blade flashing to deflect another bolt and then cutting upwards towards one droid, side-stepping and taking out the legs of another. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker swings his blue lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's blue lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Anakin Skywalker!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 12 IG-88s are now disabled.
 Perhaps it is the cold of this place? Or maybe it is the fact that he is killing things, things that are not beings and killing them rather wantonly at that. Even so, Tuil is moving through them recklessly, cutting and hacking without pause... The pain of his wounds is not affecting him.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.<bR>
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!<bR>
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.<bR>
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Tuil.<bR>
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 14 IG-88s are now disabled.<bR>
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil recklessly calls upon the Dark Side of the Force.
 Finding an eerie statue to lean up against, though in such a way that most of his bdoy is behind it, Jai continues watching, his confidence in the ability of the Jedi to win this little melee see-sawing from one side to the other.
 Graham pushes perhaps to far forward finding himself quite in trouble. He spins his saber trying to block but a few blasts get through. The newly made knight is barely able to rush jumping out of the middle, but landing taking a knee fairly heavily wounded.
 James Corr pokes his head out from behind the statue Jai's leaning against, "So what brought you here anyway?"
Slowly the IG-88s are driven back, the foremost ones cut down where they stand, knee joints shredded in pieces, leg-pieces standing where they stopped. Further back, the droids retreat, forming a double wall of blast cannons. As the saberlight illumines the next chamber, a strange black cube becomes apparent--made of clear dark glass--and containing an immobile human shape inside.
 Tuil cuts, hacks, jabs, demolishes, sends flying, all these things as he advances forward without pause, his fellows momentarily forgotten as the Force flows. Which side of it though is the question.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Tuil's green lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds Tuil.
 Raldek Thess continues to stand back, observing the Jedi as they do their best to fend off the surprisingly enduring droids. The scholar's fascination is almost out of place, domed eyes fixed upon Tuil from beneath the furry fringe of his shroud. He remains well behind the lightsaber-wielders and the protective shield they provide. With the chaos of blaster bolts flying in all directions, Raldek's subtle gesture would hardly be worthy of notice. A small flinch of the hand, followed by an oddly coincidental response elsewhere in the vaulted chamber. He doesn't even pause as he does it, instead shouting, "They've something imprisoned back there!"
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Raldek Thess calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Raldek Thess hurls an ancient statue toward Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Raldek Thess's flying debris.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Raldek Thess!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Raldek Thess tries to dodge, but Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and shreds him, destroying Raldek Thess's Black Silk Fur-Lined Robe. Raldek Thess collapses, critically injured.
 James Corr drags Raldek behind cover. 
 It seemed to the Corellian as though things were moving along. "Come on," Jai mutters to James, now ducking low and creeping from cover to cover as he advances behind the Jedi. His eyebrows take flight as he notices the poor Duros suddenly downed. "Huh." He mutters in wonder.
 James Corr having dragged the Duros to what safety he can find, follows Jai.
A sudden burst of lasershot blasts down the tunnel at the Duros, and the droids rattle into a defensive holding pattern, moving to bar any and all progress further into the chamber.
 Raldek Thess is, for some reason, suddenly the target of the droids despite Tuil's proximity. Their cannons quite accurately hone in upon his position, bolts tearing through his robes and throwing him back. He's in no position to react, but is fortunately dragged away from a finishing move by those willing to do so.
 A droid in particular stands out and Tuil meets it directly. The droid brings up its cannon and fires and Tuil parries the bolt. He brings his saber over his head and moves to cut the thing in half from top to bottom, but it dodges. The Jedi smirks and times the droid's move perfectly as the thing's blaster comes up and the lightsaber moves from right to left, undercutting and sending the two halves of the droid in opposite directions.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 19 IG-88s are now disabled.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 22 IG-88s are now disabled.
 If that wasn't a lesson to stay low and use the Jedi as a shield, what was? Jai casts one more glance at the shot up Duros, shaking his dreadlocked head, before turning his attention back to the battle.
 The figure suspended in the black glass cube is a wizened one, pale and wrinkled, features mildly distorted by the glass. It is an old man with his eyes shut.
 Akurel well...the unionist realizes right away something is somewhat off, and immediately takes cover while readying his carbine. Honestly, why can he not ever wander in to a church and not be shot at? Is socialism truly so unpopular among the robotic clergy? Ah well, time to go to work. This would probably have been a good time to bring the First, but...it cannot be helped.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Akurel wields his BlasTech E10 Carbine.
 Besk keeps quietly hidden away.
 Tuil notices the cube at last and he cries out, "Uncle?!" Though there are things he may know, seeing the old man apparently trapped ignites in him a berzerker ferosity as he attacks again and again to clear the way forward.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 29 IG-88s are now disabled.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt back into Robot Prison Guards, wounding them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 32 IG-88s are now disabled.
 The green lightsaber sears this way and that, shredding the combat droids in rows. Sparks shower through the air, and the darkness is filled with blazing metal and falling, smoking carapaces. The figure in the black cube shudders.
 Graham, the kneeling knight, watches the flash of green. He pulls himself up to his feet, moving back towards the robot, his eyes shining brightly.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Graham recklessly calls upon the Dark Side of the Force.
 James Corr stares closely at the figure in the cube, hears Tuil whisper uncle, "The Hutts had the supreme justice he hisses
 Over the roar of blaster bolts and sizzling lightsabers the Corellian hears the oddest battle cry he has ever come across. "Uncle," He mutters. "What kind of warcry is that? Uncle. Blasted strange Jedi."
 Kenobi has returned and the Force is with him-- If Lindo had an apprentice such as Vader waiting for him, such a thing would be said about him now as he chops and hacks, his movements not as clean as when he started. It is the Force driving him now, but suddenly there comes from Graham a feeling, a tremor and Tuil looks more himself as he calls out, "This place!?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 36 IG-88s are now disabled.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Tuil's green lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil tries to parry with his green lightsaber, but Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and grievously wounds him.
There is a soft rattling in the vaulted concrete ceiling above, as if something is being shaken by a vast hand.
 James Corr looks up "That can't be good."
 Raldek Thess is still laid out back in the tunnel, ribbons of smoke wafting from some rather large holes in his body. It's no small wonder that he's still even breathing, but what's more, there's an oddly placid expression upon his unconscious face. No more strain, no struggle. Perhaps the Duros' unconscious mind has resigned to its fate?
 The human shape in the black cube begins to move--very slowly at first, feebly, as if unused to movement, and then more forcefully.
A shape on the wall grinds inward--the shape of a strange ankh-like symbol in low relief.
 Tuil pauses as things begin to move and it is then he gets hit. This jolt along with the tremor from Graham to much to bring him back to himself and he shakes his head before returning to his precise lightsaber movements, the forms he learned as a padawan. He moves through them with renewed grace and economy of movement as he uses these forms to center himself in the Light Side.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and mildly wounds Tuil.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 41 IG-88s are now disabled.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Tuil's green lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
 The Corellian's dark brown eyes rise towards the ceiling. He sucks his lip in, biting it, unsure what to do in case the ceiling suddenly collapses.
"Bantha guts," Jai mutters as he creeps closer to the Jedi. Surely a ceiling wouldn't fall on the 'protectors of peace'. Forfend.
 Besk says, "Someone should help Master Jedi Tuil." Besk says, "Hahaha, I'm kidding. You're doing a great job there."
 The Noble Swordsman, the Preying Mantis, the Lotus Blossom, the Snow Leopard, all Jedi lightsaber forms that come into play now as Tuil attacks again and again, his movements becoming even more refined and precise as the Light Side once more flows within him, his true enlightened place becoming more and more apparent.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
 James Corr, aiming carefully, fires on the IG-88s.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> James Corr fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but James Corr's blaster bolt hits and kills some of them. 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 45 IG-88s are now disabled.
 Graham rushes forward new vigor to his step the young knight still stands with the lightside. He swings back towards the robots. He moves to help the master. Though he seems to be doing fine.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Graham swings his white lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Graham's white lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Graham!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Graham calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and vivisects Graham. Graham collapses, critically injured.
 The Corellian makes a little 'hmm' sound as his friend loses his mind and gets involved in the fight. His dreads swish back and forth across his shoulders as he shakes his head. "Lucky shot," Jai mutters.
 With a sharp jab through the Force coming to him as Graham falls, Tuil attacks further without pause. His technique is flawless as he makes short work of the remaining droids. If he were man armed only with an oar against a swordsman, he would be as efficient a killer with only an oar as he is now with his lightsaber burning bright.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges Tuil's green lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil raises his hand and deflects Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and kills some of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at Tuil!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Tuil calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds Tuil.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> 47 IG-88s are now disabled.
 Searching, and yet more searching, but finding no trace of the hand-less Bain, and with the shadows of Nar Shaddaa's slums growing unpleasantly darker, the little L'hnnar boy has little choice but to return to the chapel. Not only because it's simply easier to find it than the way back to the spaceport, but because, undoubtedly, some unfortunate soul had been hurt, and that doesn't sit well with a boy's conscience.
Perfect timing, it seems. The boy just manages to scramble down the hole to watch Graham fall. And, he isn't the only one among the fallen. Hiking up his robes, Liam makes a dash towards the far end of the chamber.
The droids explode inward. Only three are left now, haywire droids, their circuits smoking, their blasters pumping.
And the sigil on the wall rotates with a grinding sound.
And part of the wall grinds inward, opening into a small triangular chamber which opens onto a long drop and a stream of toxic blue sludge.
The chamber is decorated with a simple red mosaic on a black floor.
 Well, it seemed even jedi could be beaten, could be wounded. They were not the immortal gaints the stories made them out to be, and here was proof. Jai's mouth only goes slack for a fraction of a second as he sees the Jedi fall, but then he's got everything under control. Everything is nice and cool.
Eyeing the chamber with the old man in it, the Corellian shakes his head, once again.
 Tuil times his lightsaber's final strike and at the precise moment where it will be most effective, he throws his weapon at the remaining droids to cut them down. His lightsaber flies back through the Force and he extinguishes it out of habit as Master Lindo watches what is unfolding before him with not a little amazement.
 Raldek Thess lingers still in the tunnel. Gradually, the ribbons of smoke are dissipating from the large holes in his body. He's still clinging to life, and with surprisingly little pain showing through in his unconscious state.
 James Corr curses as Graham falls then takes a second shot at the remaining droids.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> James Corr fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Robot Prison Guards!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards dodges James Corr's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Robot Prison Guards fire their Merr Sonn T90 Mega Cannons at James Corr!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> James Corr tries to dodge, but Robot Prison Guards's blaster bolt hits and vaporizes him. James Corr collapses, critically injured.
 The blow explodes into the statue James was using for cover, sending him flying.
 Weighing the decision, his fingers running across the carbine as he ponders. The Jedi were mystics and had little business being justicars. The old man may be an innocent, but there had always been something about the Chancellor that had weighed heavily on the PLC chairman. Beings with that sort of charisma were inherently dangerous and the increasing centralization of the Republic had become something of a stranglehold to those whom Akurel aligned with. "Shall we sacrifice one wolf, and is that sacrifice justified? Or will his death simply let more savage creatures out of their pen? Ahhh, to live in such interesting times."
 "Son of a smelly Bantha!" The Corellian ejaculates as his friend goes down. "I knew it! I knew it!" His dreads fly, writhing snakes, in a convulsion of head shaking.
Jai lets loose a string of curses which are unfit to be written or heard. The hottest flame wouldn't be able to remove the stain they would cause.
 One by one the droids collapse, slamming down on the concrete. Smoke pours out of them and gushes from the joins in their metal.
The black glass cube begins to open at its seams, black glass separating from black glass. Steam pours out from the inside, and the slight old man collapses on hands and knees with a gasp.
 Small size comes in handy - Liam can simply duck low and shimmy on through. Great and all, if there weren't bodies in the way. Nearly tripping over the Duros' long limbs in the low light, the little nurse bends low, fingers reaching out to feel what his eyes miss. "Oi, mister? Are you.. " He thumbs for a pulse on Thess, "Come on, mister..." Hurried and hopeful, his tone.
You get out your Warm Hands and try to stabilize Raldek Thess's condition ... Raldek Thess will now recover normally.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> You establish telepathic contact with Raldek Thess and transmit a gentle feeling.
 Tuil walks forward towards the fallen man and despite himself, he offers a hand to the other. Even so, his lightsaber is held tight in his right hand at the ready. He asks simply, "What is this place?"
 Raldek Thess still has a pulse, barely, though he can otherwise offer no reply to Liam. Smoke has ceased to stream from his wounds, which look to be quite grievous in depth and severity. For some reason, he must've very much angered those droids.
 Graham falls once more in teh hail of blaster fire. This time the man is out badly wounded sloutched on the floor.
 Besk moves to the man, reaching down with one of his Bothan paws. "Sir, are you alright?" he asks softly, crouching down next to the man.
 Jai creeps closer to the jedi and the old man, so he can hear, not just see, what is going on. His blaster is still out, but hopefully now that all those lethal droids were down there'd be no more killing and death to worry about.
 The old man catches Tuil by the hand and rises weakly to his feet. His face is curiously green in the saber glow.
"This -- place? Ah -- young Lindo -- you've come to save me."
 Raldek Thess is belatedly roused from his unconscious state. Perhaps Liam's caring touch did more for his wounds than was initially evident. Given his state, he can't quite get up yet, but his head does slump to the right. Domed eyes peer down toward the cube and the newly liberated figure rising from it.
<FONT COLOR=#FBB917>COMSYS:</FONT> (all channels) Liam raises a comlink to his lips with shaky fingers, "Nar Shaddaa Medical Center, please respond. There are many seriously injured in the Slums below the residential towers."
 Tuil smiles slightly as he helps up Palpatine. "Do you ever need saving, Uncle? Perhaps rather it is I who will need saving. This seems more your kind of place than mine." With Palpatine restored to his feet, the Jedi Master steps back.
 Palpatine wobbles on his feet, looking around him dizzily. He wears what might best be described as a simple white robe. 
The old man takes a step toward the open wall and the triangular room within. "Nonsense, young Lindo. You have saved me--bravely, heroically, I might add. Do you have a ship on hand to take me back to Coruscant?'
 Akurel surges forward, the Whiphid a great deal faster than one would indicate. Crouching near Graham, his carbine seemingly aiming at the remaining prison guards, but there is a bit of exaggerated shaking. It would be so easy. It is not fear of what the Justice has done, he seems a decent man. But something seems so wrong in the investiture of such great power in a single man. A single man who seems too good at wielding it. So easy to miss the shot...so very easy.
 Besk removes the hood of his robe and stands about nearby.
 Drawing ever closer, and completely ignoring the wounded, even his 'friend', for now, the Corellian pauses a few feet away from the jedi and his 'uncle', trying to look...useful and all that other stuff. Appearing to be eavesdropping might not be appreciated. In fact it may earn Jai a free ticket on the whoop-a-eavesdropper ride.
 Alive, good. Liam finally dares to swallow. "Mister, are you alright? Hold on.. I'm sure medical crews are on the way." And, then the child rises and proceeds to the other fallen, a hesitant step around broken droids, to the larger room, deeper within. "Sweet biscuits." A whisper, as his eyes take in the scene, "the Supreme Justice!" And.. "Mister Graham! Mister Corr. Oh dear..." 
"Can you get him out of here... General Lindo?" Despite all the excitement of finding the missing old man, the child's priorities come first.
 Raldek Thess grunts deeply as he's left by Liam. He is conscious at this point, enough that he can take in what's transpiring between the Jedi and the Supreme Justice. With a low noise, the Duros grasps at an outcropping on the tunnel wall and drags himself into a seated position. Slumped, but alive.
 Tuil ignores those around him as he looks at his uncle. "A ship to get you out of here. I wonder though how it is that you came to be here in the first place, Uncle. This place that seems so steeped in the Dark Side. Especially considering..." The Jedi Master lifts his lightsaber so the point comes level with Palpatine's chest. "You are a Master of your arts, are you not?"
 The old man's eyes widen, and both white brows shoot up. His mouth curls grimly. 
"Young Lindo, if you are accusing me, perhaps you had better speak plainly."
 Blaster dangling from his hand, head bent in a study of piety, Jai fills his ears with the speech of the Jedi and the old man.
 Besk looks pretty surprised as well. He is speechless.
 In a response to Liam's comsys, a white labcoated man jumps down from above, nose wrinkling in disgust and confusion at the scene as he adjusts his glasses. He moves quickly through the tunnel, a GPC paramedic following him with a stretcher. Alexi adjusts his glasses once more, hurrying into the large room before and looking around quickly for who needs medical attention. Spotting Liam, who moves quickly towards the boy to confer. "What happened?" 
 The child drops to his knees before Graham, and in a similar motion, his hands try to find some manner of pulse, any clue to the state of the young man. As Tuil ignores the others, the Liam's interest are in the dying alone. "Mister Graham? Oh, poo-doo. This is pretty bad..." What did Mister Dega say? Surely.. no. Yet... The boy shudders, then looks up at the arriving paramedic. "Please, mister, you have to help!"
You get out your Warm Hands and try to stabilize Graham's condition ... Graham will now recover normally.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> You establish telepathic contact with Graham and transmit a gentle feeling.
 There are some certainties one has. Groundless feelings that have no proof but not proof. "Arts? Forget his 'arts' Jedi. It seems...too easy, too convenient. Forget your magic, your sorcery, and look at the facts. He seeks power, he seeks dominion even under the illusion of eating, ever so slowly, the rights of the Republic. Oh, he can pretend to be the great champion, can't you Chancellor? Because even without this sort of magic you have men who love and worship you and what you could do. Savage wolves that love to hide under the coat of a seemingly feeble old man. No Jedi, I am becoming more and more convinced that there are certain pieces falling together in my head that I wish would not. I wish to believe, Palpatine, that you are a good man. That it is simply the individualist in me that finds something very very wrong inside of you. The only question is...if we allowed you to die, just what would happen? Is it worse to let a known viper slither amongst the stars, or let his disciples run free and chaotic?"
The Whiphid brings his carbine into line below where The Jedi aims. "I know how to win friends and influence people just as you do, Justice. The only question I have is if I am brave enough or cruel enough to damn my followers for what seems to be so right..."
 The old man's head turns slowly to stare at the Whiphid, and his aristocratic mouth twitches up at the corner in surprise. "This is unexpected," he says in his soft, sinuous voice. "Surely you aren't using Shaddaa thugs now, nephew."
 Tuil does turn back this time, amazed at the speech that reaches his ears, especially in this place. The cold...
 
 "Okay, calm down. You have to keep your head in situations like this," Alexi says sternly to Liam, looking around the room. Eyes settling on James Corr, the man hurries to his side, dropping to a knee and adjusting his glasses, cool hands resting lightly on his wrist looking for a pulse. "Weak, but he's alive," he says quietly to the paramedic, who hands the doctor a first aid kit. The ophthalmologist-turned-emergency doctor settles down next to James, working on reviving him. 
Alexi gets out his First Aid Kit and tries to stabilize James Corr's condition. but James Corr does not improve.
 Raldek Thess continues to observe the situation from afar, his domed eyes fixed unswervingly upon the interaction between Palpatine and Tuil. It would appear that, as horribly as he's been wounded, those injuries were not ultimately enough to claim his life or his mind. Something about this blunt conflict between nephew and uncle fascinates him, just as the chapel seemed to earlier on.
 The Corellian's brown eyes roll to the ceiling as the alien lectures. Jai sighs as he tries to stay close to the old man. The alien fool would probably like to see the galaxy ruled by a million fools, all arguing.
 Anakin Skywalker returns quickly from finishing off the last of the droids, blue blade held in his hand, searching out Tuil. "Are you alright?" he says to the Master, breathing heavy -- before his eyes settle on Palpatine, hearing the old man's familiar voice. All too chillingly familiar...
"You!" he says, extending the tip of his blue blade towards the old man. "You're the dark master from Tatooine, who protected Maltorus Valen. I know it was you." He looks to Tuil, eyes wild -- anger stirring in their depths. 
 "Unexpected? Oh no, good sir, not so unexpected. I know where to look now. He looks at the Force, I just remember your political history..." Akurel takes a step forward, a step back. "Oh no, Sir Skywalker, I don't care what kind of witchbreed he is, I know that he would destroy liberty through much simpler means. He seems to get into trouble a lot, seems oh so capable but...overlooked. A frail old man who surprised people with just how wise and perceptive he was. There are already enough tyrants in the world, would be Emperor. Tyrant dreamer."
Akurel says, "Dominatus Mortis!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Akurel fires his BlasTech E10 Carbine at Palpatine!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Akurel's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds Palpatine.
 Raldek Thess reaches upward, taking hold of another outcropping in the tunnel wall. Slowly but surely, he manages to pull himself into a standing position. Few would notice it, given the theatrics taking place between the Jedi and the Supreme Justice, but the Duros now stands quite upright. His flesh and robes may be tattered, but he's found the motivation to regain his footing.
 Anakin glances at Akurel, green eyes narrowing. "You talk too much," he says stiffly, a hand extending.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker tries to rip Akurel's BlasTech E10 Carbine out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Akurel firmly holds his BlasTech E10 Carbine.
 James Corr a cold feeling envelops him as he lays on the ground struggling to make out what the voices around him are saying.
 Besk looks moderately surprised and confused about some of it.
 Oookay... Jai takes many quick steps back, and away from the old man with the lightsaber being pointed at him and blaster bolts firing too... The barrel of his blaster raises slightly, in case he needs to shoot some crazy fool intent on a fight, with him.
 
 Alexi wipes sweat from his brow, continuing to work on reviving James. 
Alexi gets out his First Aid Kit and tries to stabilize James Corr's condition. but James Corr does not improve.
 Graham blinks his eyes open wincing from his wounds. He is disoriented, and only here raised voices. He remains still for now knowing that his wounds are severe.
 James Corr He finds himself standing in a hall with a white light before him but some instinct tells him to run from it so he turns away and flees.
 Oh, he's totally calm. He's sweating calm, rivers of calm and tears, and just a bit of snot. He sniffles a bit, drawing the back of his hand across his nose to clean it. "C'mon, Mister Graham. Wake up... Oh, sweet Fortune. Don't move too much, Mister Graham.. there's a doctor here.. and..." Liam spares a wide-eyed glance to the chaos at the other end of the room, and can do little but drop his jaw.
 Alexi curses silently. "Why can't it be about your eyes?" he grunts, working harder. 
Alexi gets out his First Aid Kit and tries to stabilize James Corr's condition. but James Corr does not improve.
 James Corr as he runs looks behind him and sees the light slowly gaining.
 The doctor resorts to mini-defibs, pressing them to the top and side of James's chest and zapping him once, wincing. 
Alexi gets out his First Aid Kit and tries to stabilize James Corr's condition. James Corr will now recover normally ...
 Tuil doesn't hesitate any longer as as Akurel fires. He simply lifts his lightsaber and jabs at the old man where he stands to either run him through or drive him back into the sewage. "Dark Lord of the Sith, meet your doom!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Palpatine's body!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Palpatine tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and mildly wounds him.
 James Corr the light and hall vanish and he finds himself lying on the ground near a wall, he props himself against it and is shocked to see Tuil attacking the Supreme justice.
 The old man lets out a hiss of surprise, a hand pressing against a smoldering wound on his upper chest. He stares at the Whiphid and then at Tuil, taking a shuffling step back. The lightsaber slashes into his shoulder with a snap-hiss, and he falls back into the small chamber opened in the wall, his blue eyes wide with surprise. 
{Pose|Jai}} The jedi definatly were all madmen who swayed with the wind, one minute saving a person's life and the next deciding you were unfit to live. The Corellian swiftly darts for cover, so he can watch the rest of the show.
 
{Pose|Anakin}} Anakin leaps forward immediately in response to Tuil, not looking to Akurel as the blue blade hums through the air towards the Supreme Justice. "I know what I saw, and heard, and felt. You're the traitor! You betrayed everything, you lead them all down the path to the Dark Side. Valen, Wolf ... you're pulling the strings behind them all! But you will not claim me! I am not your puppet!" 
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker angryly calls upon the Dark Side of the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker swings his blue lightsaber at Palpatine!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Palpatine tries to dodge, but Anakin Skywalker's blue lightsaber strikes and shreds him.
{Pose|Raldek}} "You are assaulting the Supreme Justice! Stop!" Raldek Thess both hisses his disgust and pleads from his place in the tunnel, finally announcing his conscious and upright state. "Have you lost your minds? Do you not know the despair the galaxy has suffered in his absence?"
{Pose|Besk}} Besk looks between the various people, looking terribly uncomfortable.
{Pose|Akurel}} Akurel steps forward again, carbine still raised. He has been an enforcer before, has coordinated commando raids upon...uncooperative union bosses as he readies for another shot. A humanitarian, an idealist, and yet so deathly calm. "No, the Republic whithers at your touch, dispicable one. You who claim to be a defender of liberty, secret strangler of the rights, of the very essence of the People. I had hoped to wait, till I had a hammer strong enough. But now, it seems I am to be but one part of the hammer itself. The treason, Justice, is in letting you live!"
Akurel says, "Have the decency to die, and pray that you are forgiven by Heaven."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Akurel fires his BlasTech E10 Carbine at Palpatine!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Palpatine tries to dodge, but Akurel's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds him.
 James Corr pushing against the ground with his legs he slowly and painfully stands and makes his way towards Tuil.
 "Sir! You can't get up! Get on the stretcher!" Alexi shouts disapprovingly after James. "Crazy people..." 
 "Have you caught the brain rot too, brown robes?!" Well, back to the derogatory slang. "He's just an old man!" Liam scrambles up, fingers bloody, yet clenched into little fists. He quickly turns on Akurel as blaster shots are fired. "You too? What is /wrong/ with you? He's an old man! Stop it!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You try to rip Akurel's BlasTech E10 Carbine out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Akurel firmly holds his BlasTech E10 Carbine.
 "Oh Smelly Bantha!" Jai mutters, shaking his head again and again. This was better than the bloodfest vids he'd stolen from his adopted mother's boyfriend. "Insane Jedi attacking an old man. 
 An armored individual steps into the chapel, it seems, without an army, even though the commotion outside gave certain indications of conflict here. He follows the trail - of debris, blood, or what have you, and reloads his weapon with martial discipline. Field Marshal Edward B. Zamir watches for now.
 "Kid! These people still need medical attention!" Alexi yells to Liam. "Help me get these people to the hospital. Is there a hospital on this wretched moon?" 
 Tuil looks back at Liam and calls, "Be not deceived by his appearance, young one. I have been told and Skywalker here confirms that he is a Dark Lord of the Sith out of ancient legend, a practitioner of the Dark Side and must be destroyed ere he corruptions all that he touches. Tuil nods slowly and raises his lightsaber again to strike down Palpatine and be done with it.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Tuil swings his green lightsaber at Palpatine's body!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Palpatine tries to dodge, but Tuil's green lightsaber strikes and shreds him. Palpatine collapses, critically injured.
 "It is a convenient cloak, his age...but no longer shall eyes be hooded. But sadly, the fact remains that regardless of his age, he is a foul tyrant and must be executed. As is the right of a free People. Tyrants shall always be slain by the swords of the free." Akurel snarls. Oh no, its not so effective as the blade of a Jedi, but there is a proletarian justice about the shot he fires.
Akurel says, "His foul dark magic, pardon good Jedi, is the least of our concerns, as what he can do with the combination of such and its power."
 "Unarmed save for the power of the Dark Side, the power of corruption, the power of your words and actions -- the power of your fingers on the strings of manipulation. Did you think the Jedi would stand by and do nothing while you slowly ate away at the Republic? Did you think we would not destroy you like we have destroyed those before you?" Anakin's words come fast, anger thick in them, eyes narrow, fury burning in them as his blade follows Tuil's in unison, a strike out of anger. 
 James Corr after Palpatine falls James walks/pulls himself between Tuil and Palpatine. "You can't do this General!" If we start executing unarmed, non-agressive people without trial what was the point of the battles we fought and the blood we and our comrades in Corsec and throughout the Republic have shed for thousands of years, General?"
 "Fairy tale's.." The Corellian mutters, "Huh. The son's of smelly jawas wana justify their cowardice with fairy tales. Wait'll I tell this story..."
 Tuil Lindo's blade transfixes the old man at the base of the spine, filling the air with the sizzle and smoke of char as the blade pulls free. Doraman Palpatine falls to one knee, his brow knit with surprise, even shock. He shuffles a half-step back, weakly balanced on one knee on the verge where the triangular room opens onto the filthy blue sewage stream.
Anakin's blue blade slams into his left shoulder, and the old man flings out a hand desperately, sagging against the parapet. 
The rotten stone gives beneath him, and he pitches headlong into the toxic slime.
 Tuil watches Palpatine fall and glances at James before he turns to Anakin and puts a hand on the young man's shoulder. "Skywalker, be at peace, concentrate and feel the Force, let it flow and relax... He is gone."
 And the little boy can only watch in abject horror as a frail, old man is butchered like an animal. The features of his face tremble. Again, that smell.. the sounds... and Liam drops to his knees again, doubles over, and vomits.
 Jedi mystic chat and talks of tyranny aside, Zamir's helmet tilts as the lightsaber-wielding maniacs, as he calls them, attack the old man. He trains his weapon on Lindo - a familiar face, dating back from his time when he fought in Coronet during the Campaign. His aim remains still, and he carefully steps forward.
 James Corr falls to his kness, "What was the point? Was this really what he had been fighting for? How could everything go so utterly, utterly wrong?"
 Raldek Thess observes this display of violence with open disbelief. "You are butchers," says the shrouded Duros, "both of you. You claim to be guardians of the Republic, and then you mutilate a man the galaxy has prayed to return. No justice, no due process. Executed merely on your suspicions."
 Akurel scowls, a howl of rage and vengeance unfulfilled. The People's Justice denied by the cowardice of a vile witch. "Let a man at the head of thousands, millions of soldiers repent and trust his word? Let a man who commands your battle fleets and your most ruthless commanders...say he is sorry? No, I have suspected something of this for a long time, it has been too easy, too convenient the way he has come to power. His only hurdles were the ones he placed in front of himself."
 A harsh deep voice echoes in the darkness. "Such is the way of the so called true path of the Jedi. In it are lies and reckless abandon."
 Scrambling from where he was hiding, Jai begins inching along the wall, trying to get back to the tunnel leading out of this slaughter house before the madmen with the lightsabers decide they don't want any witnesses to the murder they just comitted.
 Turning to the Duros, he smiles, regaining some of his urbane nature. "He can worm through your courts, he can turn brother against brother. Better he die now lest he use his manipulative powers to go further. It is not just the Jedi, any who had seen with open eyes would know the vile creature had to be burned.
 Graham pulls himself up to sitting as best he can. He still seems to have missed something in his wounded state. He pulls himself back to lean on a piller remaining still
 Anakin's shoulders tremble and shake with rage, his teeth grinding together, lips pressed in a flat line, eyes burning as he watches the old man fall. Every muscle in his body is tensed up, struggling to keep control, his knuckles white in fists, one still clutching his lightsaber. Finally he relaxes, the blade slowly disappearing, his eyes pressing together. "It isn't over ..." he whispers. "It will never be over."
He turns sadly to Tuil. "We failed," he whispers. Then the young Knight's voice lifts. "He had us all deceived. We were all pawns in his game of manipulation and lies. He turned brother against brother, Jedi against Jedi -- surely he was behind the fall of Orin and so many Jedi since. We could never know the extent of his treachery. What if the Imperium, the Clones, were his responsibility? He slowly rotted away the Republic while we watched and let him."
 Raldek Thess turns about, his hand clutching at the wall as he slowly drags himself back toward the chapel's entrance. Each step is marked with a low grunt, his brow furrowed as though his mind were occupied by far more than the pain. What he has just seen must have affected him more than was evident. From a passionate scholar to a disgusted, broken man.
 James Corr with a single tear falling down his cheek can only ask one question, "Why General?"
 Hissing laughter echoes in the chapel.
 
 Alexi turns white through all this -- but he does hurry to Liam's side, an arm wrapping around the boy's shoulders. "Are you alright?" he asks loudly, checking him for signs of shock -- a hand trying to settle on his forehead, trying to see if he is cold and clammy. "Are you okay?" he asks again. 
 Besk pads along quietly over to the Duros in the quiet. "What is your name?" he asks softly.
 "I fired the first shot, Mr. Corr. Talk of magic and superstition, no matter how true it may be, I could not let him take another step. He would have murdered so many, silenced so many voices in his game for power. If you wish to blame someone, blame me." The Whiphid states, slowly walking out of the chapel. He must withdraw, leave no trace of his people on Kiota. He would not have them suffer for his overweening rage and pride.
 The Corellian pauses, eyeing the lunatic murders. "I hope you all die! Murdering cowards! Madmen!" He shouts at them, then goes quiet as echoing laughter reaches his ears.
 Tuil shakes his head as he looks to James. "I am a Jedi Master. Do you know that? Do you not remember our love and appreciation for the Jedi and their service to the Republic? Do you not trust me now that I am one of them?" Turning then to Anakin, Tuil speaks, "His minions are still alive, the Duros, the Brood commander here on Nar Shaddaa. They must be sought out and destroyed and any of their spawn who yet live. The Jedi have much work, let us see to it." The Jedi Master turns then and heads for the tunnel, leaving his uncle to the old man's final resting place.
 The departing Duros is blind to the scene behind him, deaf to the laughter plaguing the chapel. "I am Raldek Thess," he replies to Besk, "and I have seen quite enough in this place." Gradually, his footsteps grow more stable, enough that he is able to ascend and leave the bloodshed behind.
 James Corr numbly pulls himself to his feet and reholsters his blaster, then begins to leave not really seeing anything around him.
 Akurel then pauses, turning his head. "Jedi, we may wish to lay low. This will not play well in the media, even with my populist voice. I apologize if I coerced you into this, this act that we cannot undo. Indeed, maybe we gave the old wraith a victory. We can only hope we struck him soon enough that perhaps it has blunted him."
 "I guess the Supreme Justice of the Republic just... melted ..." Zamir's lips spread into a wicked grin and he starts snickering, lowering his aim. "...thanks to the Jedi, even. So, what will we get? The entire Galaxy against the Order and one of the most influence nobles in Coruscant dead. This is a glorious day." He laughs, then becomes serious after he listens to the rest of Tuil's dialogue. "Anyone who tries to lay a hand on the General will die, and I will see to it."
 Besk pulls his cloak up about him again and covers his head. "Mister Thess," he says softly. "We should speak."
 Liam coughs, heaving dryly. The fried rat on a stick he'd had for dinner was even worse the second time around. Grimacing, the child shakes his head at Alexi, "I'm fine... please, help the wounded." The one coherent thought he can manage before shuddering and turning his head away from the doctor to throw up again, even if it's just bile and a rat tail.
 Anakin looks to Tuil, shaking his head dully to dispel the last of his anger, replacing his lightsaber on his belt. He drops into a crouch for a moment, resting his head in his hands and wiping sweat from his forehead, out of his hair. "You coerced us into nothing. We have long suspected the Supreme Justice. I saw him myself, using his dark powers, on Tatooine. Republic law is with the Jedi, not the Supreme Justice. Our authority is absolute." He looks to Zamir, eyes narrowing. "Come and try." 
 "Yes, perhaps we can," states Thess, inclining his head toward Besk. "However, I have no intention of remaining upon this planet, amidst butchers of justice. If you wish to speak, then you may accompany me to Coruscant. I have a residence there where I intend to recover from my wounds."
 Besk says, "I would be delighted."
 Having got that off his chest, even if the murders didn't seem to hear it, the Corellian now speeds up his escape, almost running to get out of the place. First thing was first. Jai needed a stiff drink and a Twi'lek dancing girl.
 Alexi motions to the GPC parademics, who move to help Graham and James onto stretchers, should they not resist.
 Graham is helped to his feet feeling the tension in the room. He feels a sudden urge to find out what happend fighting with the little energy, but he gives up, laying down on the stretcher peacefully.
 Liam pushes himself out of Alexi's grasp, finally steady enough rise on his own. He stares, hollow-eyed, at Anakin, then Graham, and simply shakes his head, once-vibrant golden curls plastering against sweaty brow. "Liars and murderers," just when the boy had lost the mantra. Just when Mister Dega's infectious personality was getting to him. He stills another round of heaving with a hand to his mouth, and turns to flee.
 Alexi and the paramedics head out to the hospital.
 "Try? I will succeed where others have failed. You are not welcome in Hutt Space, Jedi, and I order you to leave or suffer the consequences. If not on ground, then in space. But I guarantee you, as Field Marshal of the Brood, that you will not survive the ordeal should you disrespect me." Zamir flashes Anakin a winning smile, and trains the weapon on the younger Jedi, though it does not seem that he will pull that trugger just yet."
 Akurel says, "Or would you let Palpatine laugh, knowing he had a Broodsman for his pawn?"
 Anakin's eyes narrow on Zamir and he walks slowly towards the man, shaking his head. "It's out of my hands. We have taken care of the Republic justice. What you do here is out of my hands." He walks past him, unless the man would stop him. 
 Jai slips out the tunnel, headed for the fresh air of the Smuggler's moon above.
 The Field Marshal takes a step in Anakin's direction. "You will not lay a single hand on my General, human. I will not allow, and I would die before such things happen. And trust me in this: should she die, you will watch every single boy within your Order murdered by whatever horrible ways I can devise to do so. This," He lifts his chin. "is a promise." With that, he steps out of the Jedi's way, and his fingers curl around the handle of his weapon more firmly.
 Anakin's eyes close, fingers curling into fists. 
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker calls upon the Force.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anakin Skywalker tries to rip Zamir's RMC F3 Repeater out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zamir firmly holds his RMC F3 Repeater.
 Zamir's repeater turns to Anakin for a split second - and he feels the pull. For now, he manages to hold back the mighty demonstration of Force. He has nothing else to say to the other.
 The Jedi keeps walking, stepping out of this horrible place.
 Akurel snorts in disgust. "To murder the enemy of freedom, only to have those who believe they have the best interests of the People quarrel." The Whiphid though, has much to think about. What direction the PLC shall take now, of his alliances, of where he shall go from here.
 "It is a matter of loyalty, Whiphid. Surely you can understand that." Zamir holsters his repeater and turns to the exit. He speaks some things in Huttese through whatever troops happen to be in the planet on the comsys.
 Hands wrapped tightly around his middle, Liam brushes past those crowding his way out. The faster he got out of the terrible place, the better.
Category:July 2008 RP Logs