gebhac
Knight Ensign
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« Reply #18 on: February 11, 2015, 02:45:19 AM » |
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Here is the second segment. Once again I hope you enjoy.
By her reckoning they were halfway through the caverns, encountering only a two squads scattered at somewhat defensible positions. The platoon she had brought with her made short work with efficiency and professionalism. The captain in charge signaled her over the commlink. She met him by one of the positions where he examined one of the bodies. He pointed at an insignia adorning the combat armor. It was not one she wanted to see ever again.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Phylo said as he and Aeren stepped off the Extravagance’s boarding ramp. The sounds of overhead speeders and transports seemed eerily familiar to Phylo, reminding him of Coruscant and its skyways. “I feel it too,” Aeren said in agreement. “What is it?” Vincenz’s voice sounded tinny and distant through the earpieces the two Jedi wore. “Discontentment, unrest. Picture a pot of water right before it begins to boil,” Aeren answered, “Phylo, stretch out. Try to locate our comrades.” Phylo nodded and stood still, relaxing his muscles and controlling his breathing as he sunk deeper into the Force. The negative feelings flooded his mental senses as he surfed through the muck emanating from the population. Minutes passed before he located two bright beacons in the Force, hazed and foggy. “They are six kilometers northeast, roughly twelve stories up,” he said definitively. “Scanning the atlas in that area,” Vincenz responded, “it’s a small commercial high rise that appears to be owned by a private security firm. The public financial records indicate that it is reasonably successful and has been employed throughout a half dozen systems.” “We’ll have to get closer and investigate further,” Aeren stated, “dig up whatever you can find on the security firm. Let us know of anything important or unusual.” Vincenz double-clicked his microphone as he programmed his computer for the search. The two Jedi joined the crowd on the pedestrian byways and began their trek towards the building. The prevalent fashion on Axxila worked in their favor as most Axxilans tended to wear hooded cloaks to obscure their identity. “We’re not far from Mandalorian space,” Phylo remarked as they moved with the crowd. “Could there be a connection?” “Assume nothing but expect everything. Relations between Mandalore and the Republic have been stable for some time. The connection is unlikely but not impossible.” The walk stayed silent for four kilometers. “I’ve got some more data on the security firm,” Vincenz reported over the commlink. Aeren and Phylo kept on walking as he spoke. “At least one hundred employees are located at this building which serves as the Axxila branch and corporate headquarters. Some holo footage indicates that they train in Mandalorian battle tactics as well as many others.” “Nearly every military incorporates Mandalorian tactics now,” Phylo said, “it’s not indicative of a Mandalorian presence or connection.” “The weapons they use must be a private or new design,” Vincenz continued, “I’ve never seen them before. They look like very short rifles.” “Urban combat weapons,” Aeren replied, “small, powerful and modular. I imagine the branches on forest worlds use a long rifle variant.” “They all carry weapons. Even the receptionists and assistants.” “If we get into a fight, it will a long and difficult one,” Phylo said. “Quiet, both of you. We’re here,” snapped Aeren. The building stood twenty stories high and seemed more a forbidding fortress than a public commercial building. Curiously no guards stood at the lobby entrance as they entered unmolested. Inside the lobby was a different story. The lobby encompassed the entire first story and contained small shops and food vendors of all types. A bank of several turbolifts stood behind a ring of counter space manned by many receptionists. At least two guards stood near each elevator and each elevator displayed two numbers on the door. “Each lift must go to a specific set of floors and the lobby. Smart,” said Aeren. “They are in security. What would would they be if they couldn’t secure their own building,” replied Phylo. Aeren approached the counter near the lift marked for the twelfth floor. “Good day to you sir, I am Special Consul Aeren Serus of the Republic Diplomatic Corps,” he said, displaying the ID provided by that agency, “I am here to resolve a delicate matter that some other members of the Corps may have been involved in.” The receptionist, a visibly armed human, looked over the ID and scanned it. An affirmative sounding beep came from his countertop monitor. “Your ID checks out, Special Consul Serus, but I don’t see any appointments scheduled for you,” he said. “I see,” replied Aeren, “I’m certain you’re not cleared to speak with me about such a thing in any case. Might I be able to meet or speak with someone who have more direct knowledge and clearance. Maybe from the twelfth floor?” The human male tapped a few commands into touch screen built into the countertop. He nodded. “I’ve informed the administrator of the twelfth floor of your arrival,” he said, “one of her assistants will be down shortly to escort you to see her. You will be scanned before entering the turbolift.” “I’m afraid only a light grade scan will be permitted,” Aeren said, “the Axxilan government and the Republic have a signed accord designating diplomatic officials exempt from any other form of search.” “That may be sir but we have rules here,” the man said, shifting in his seat. “You’ll have no troubles from us. We’re not interested in your trade secrets nor are we attempting a prison break. We just want to talk with your superiors and our people,” Aeren said calmly and reasonably. The receptionist’s monitor beeped again and he relaxed. “The administrator acknowledges your exemption. Please have a seat.” He gestured toward a row of comfortable couches. Aeren nodded respectfully and nodded to Phylo to follow. “That was too easy,” Phylo whispered, the Force carrying his words to Aeren’s ears. “Everything I said is the truth,” replied Aeren, “Axxila and the Republic have a diplomatic agreement ensuring the privacy and sacrosanctity of diplomats and messengers.” “And that applies to private security firms?” “Axxila has some fairly lax corporate rules but corporations here must obey all laws, including treaties and accords.” They waited for ten minutes before a Bothan male appeared from the twelfth floor lift and approached them. Aeren held out his hand. “Special Consul Serus, I am Deputy Secretary Hath’Fey,” he said shaking Aeren’s hand. He shook Phylo’s as well. “Administrator Rhea has a half hour slot available for you, if you would please come with me.” The Jedi followed tan and white furred Bothan to the twelfth floor lift. The guards ran a simple scanner capable of only detecting unencrypted radio signals. The commlinks that Vincenz outfitted Aeren and Phylo with only activated on subvocal command but would record the entirety of their visit. “They’re secure Deputy Secretary,” the right one stated. The three men entered the lift and Hath’Fey inserted a keycard into a slot. The lift ascended the requisite floors in seconds. The doors opened to reveal a hallway full of doors and opaque windows. “The twelfth floor is our detainment and debriefing section,” said Hath’Fey as they followed him. “While we do not actively engage in bounty hunting there have been more than a few actual criminals that our security associates have apprehended.” He stopped at a door and typed a code on the keypad. The door opened and he ushered them in. “Special Consul Serus, this is Madam Administrator Rhea,” said the Bothan. Aeren and the woman shook hands briefly. “Special Consul, what can I do for you,” she said after they took their seats, “I have only a short time before my next appointment.” “Two days ago we received a message from fellow agents of the Republic Diplomatic Corps saying they were about to be arrested. My assistant and I were the closest to assist,” Aeren explained. “Yes, the Axxilan government tasked us to apprehend what they claimed were two highly armed and dangerous criminals that had been fomenting dissent and organizing possible revolutionary assemblies,” the administrator responded, “when our associates made the arrest they only found two diplomats. By law we cannot ignore a directive from the government so we detained them in a debriefing suite. They have been treated well as according to their status while an investigation is completed.” “An investigation into what? Republic diplomats do not simply tramp around the galaxy fomenting rebellion against legally established governments,” Phylo snapped. Administrator Rhea looked apoplectic. “My assistant is bit more blunt than I am, Madam Administrator, but I echo his sentiments,” said Aeren. “I could transfer custody over to you but your ship would be subjected to a grounding order for the remainder of the investigation.” “We’ll give you three days to complete the investigation and present charges,” stated Phylo, “after that we are leaving, grounding order or not.” “You cannot dictate to a sovereign government,” Rhea said, her voice rising. “No we cannot,” said Aeren. The administrator crossed her arms victoriously. “But there is much leeway when dealing with a corporation, even one under orders from a government. Everything from the arrest to the investigation has been done by this corporation. That gives us plenty of leeway to dictate to you. Now I want to speak with the two agents you detained while you arrange for the custody transfer.” Aeren and Phylo stood and waited for the woman to give the order. Hath’Fey looked at her and she nodded. “You do not want make her an enemy,” Hath’Fey said as he led them to the proper room, “she has a direct line to the government and the will to use it if necessary.” He keyed the door open and the two undercover Jedi entered. Shock ran through Phylo when he saw Jedi Master Iggn Dar and her Padawan, Kae Pavlar. He felt a similar jolt pulse through his Master that quickly subsided. Master Dar looked as if she were expecting them and Kae looked perplexed. “Special Consul Dar, I’m pleased to see that you are well,” Aeren greeted, “and who is your companion?” “Junior Consul Kae Pavlar, at your service,” Kae replied. Phylo noticed Master Dar’s demeanor shift slightly and a faint sense of irritation and disappointment lingered through the Force. Aeren shook her hand and returned his gaze to Master Dar. “I have spoken with Administrator Rhea. She is arranging for you and Miss Pavlar to be transferred to my custody aboard our ship,” he said. “And what of the ridiculous investigation?” Iggn Dar seemed clearly peeved over the nuisance. “I have given them three days to complete it,” he answered, “after which we’ll take our leave and return you to Coruscant.” The older Jedi nodded silently. Hath’Fey reappeared with a datapad. “This is the transfer order for these two,” he said. He touched the screen and a second legal document appeared. “This is the grounding order, valid for three days, after which you will have immediate clearance to leave Axxila.” “Thank you Secretary Hath’Fey,” Aeren said, “I only wish our overall experience here was as pleasant as you with us.” Hath’Fey nodded and led them to the lift. Exiting the building took less than a minute and not one were accosted or bothered in any way. Aeren took it as a good sign. The group of four Jedi silently walked back to the Extravagance. Not more than a kilometer from leaving the building Master Dar spoke. “They’re following us,” she stated. “They’ve been following us since we left, Master Dar,” Phylo replied respectfully. Iggn Dar nodded approvingly. “There are two groups of three on either side of us plus a pair in a speeder above us.” “Your assistant is most observant Consul Serus,” Master Dar noted, taking care to keep their current cover. Aeren nodded and kept walking. He just wanted to get back to the ship where they could speak freely. A deafening thunder crack occurred above them and bits of hot metal and ceramic rained down. The pedestrian crowd went wild and stampeded in all directions. Blaster fire sounded all around the Jedi. A cacophony of snap-hisses erupted as all four drew their lightsabers and began picking off blaster bolts. “Tactical withdrawal to the ship,” Aeren shouted to Phylo. Phylo leapt out executing perfect Shien technique against the blaster fire directed towards them. “There are two sources,” Dar said, “they’re firing at each other and at us!” “Master get them moving, I’ve got the rear guard,” Phylo shouted. Aeren pulled the older Master with him and began to run. He heard a muffled explosion followed by the shriek of a missile behind him. The missile fell short and exploded into the street. “Vincenz, we need extraction. Ping the comms for our location,” Aeren shouted. Vincenz had been a step ahead of Aeren, priming the engines and engaging the repulsorlifts. A blue dot indicating his comrades position appeared on his sensor screen, two kilometers away. He pushed the throttle forward and searched for a landing spot. “I’m landing five hundred meters from you. Nothing else is closer,” he reported. Aeren could only grunt in reply as he guided Dar and Kae to meet Vincenz. Phylo kept a short distance away to keep their assailants at bay. “Master, I’m gonna need some help here,” Phylo shouted again. A blaster bolt had singed his shoulder, slowing him down just enough to cause difficulty. “Kae, take Master Dar and keep going. You’ll see a Barloz transport landing shortly. The pilot is Vincenz, get aboard and signal us when you’re there.” Kae nodded breathlessly and herded her Master away. Aeren dived into the Force and reached Phylo in short order, his blade humming angrily as he swept it through impossibly fast arcs to pick up Phylo’s slack. “Thanks Master,” Phylo said as he slowed down to prevent further damage to his shoulder. “They are advancing. Both groups and they are concentrated on us,” Aeren said. An explosion blasted behind him, from the direction the ship was coming from. “I can’t land there anymore. Somebody just fired a bunch of missiles at the patch of ground I was aiming for. There’s too much rubble to land safely.” “We’ll get Dar and Pavlar, just find a new place to pick us up,” Aeren replied. Aeren and Phylo ran as fast as they could to find their fellow Jedi. A surge of surprise in the Force hit them. A fierce determination followed it. They found Kae wielding two lightsabers, hers and Dar’s, over the supine form of Master Dar. Intense blaster fire came from an unexpected direction and she reflected as many as she could back towards the source. “Phylo, grab Master Dar and take cover. We’ll have to make a stand here,” Aeren order. Just as he spoke a half dozen armored figures rushed around the corner of a building towards them, blaster rifles firing. Aeren moved next to Kae and let the Force flow into him like a dam bursting. He would later have a vague recollection of what happened next. The armored assailants foolishly moved close enough for the two Jedi to sweep through them quickly. A dozen more took their place and they took up cover where they could. Aeren grabbed a fallen rifle from the ground and began returning fire while simultaneously deflecting their shots. “There’s a speeder coming up behind you, moving to engage,” Vincenz called over the comm. Aeren had never heard a ship’s laser cannons fired in an atmosphere until Vincenz fired the ones on their ship. A few pulses of loud noise was quickly followed by an explosion. “Damn, there’s another coming from the other side. Not gonna catch it in time.” Aeren heard the telltale sounds of more missiles being fired. Seconds later those missiles began exploding all around them. He felt Phylo’s fear echo through the Force and disappear into nothingness, Iggn Dar’s presence violently faded as well. “I’m coming in. You’ll have to jump onto the ramp,” Vincenz said. “Kae, the ship is coming. Twenty seconds,” said Aeren. By now blaster fire came from all directions. Aeren and Kae stood back to back, both entrenched within the Force. Aeren, being the more experienced Jedi, felt it first. Their deflections and parries synchronized in a way only advanced Jedi could make happen under ideal conditions and they were doing it in a highly intense situation. Kae noticed it a second later, the surprise quickly becalmed by Aeren’s presence in the Force. The Extravagance roared above them, the boarding ramps lowered. The back blast from the repulsors caused dust to cloud the area. Aeren shut down his lightsaber and grabbed Kae around the waist, throwing her up towards the ramp. He leapt and allowed the Force to carry him higher than humanly possible. Vincenz retracted the ramps as soon as they both crashed onto them. He pointed the ship skyward and throttled to full power. Aeren succumbed to the blackness of exhaustion.
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