Chapter 46
Milaea

“Knights fall back…second line…Command this is Master Gentris…we have lost control of 12-H…six losses!”
“Requesting immediate assistance Zone 36-B…We are surrounded…there’s…oh Maker…a woman handing out thermal deton…..”
“Colonel, Colonel are you there!”
Voices from all over the planet filled her head…small disasters to take the focus away from true targets…cry east strike west…if it wasn’t the oldest trick in the book it was damn close, right next to send a dozen pawns to distract the Knight.
The glare from the bubbling works grew brighter as she got closer…fortunately it didn’t seem to have gone critical yet….not like the Force itself just had…and she needed to ensure it didn’t.
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She leapt from the hover car down toward the inferno…the power station was boiling with heat, the air unbreathable…She pulled the force into an insulating layer around her and stilled the oxygen in her body...her biology…her Aethan blood as she now knew it to be…granted her greater heat tolerance and oxygenation capacity than most any humanoid…if necessary she could switch to anaerobic cellular respiration - with the force as well she could survive this and almost anything else…
The alarms were blaring, the metal turning a deep red in the geothermal plant…geysers of molten mantle plumed at intervals…she could see the workers, their heads wobbling in a force trance…she didn’t have the time to pull them out.
From the gantry she could see the emergency hyper-coolant dispenser and heat shields all fused shut by what she guessed was Kiraea’s aetheric flames…it was…unnervingly precise, she as not just a master strategist she was a consummate genius in small scale telekinesis and engineering…even without the Aether they were designed to be more intelligent and quick thinking than almost any species in the galaxy.
Still…what fire could forge…fire could melt…It was strange to say but each time Kiraea had used an ability Milaea had gotten the…feel of it…deep in her mind…like she was learning how to do something by being near Kiraea doing it…yes the empathetic neuro patterned learning…she remembered now that was how they learnt so quickly.
She concentrated her mind and positioned herself as near the geyser on the catwalk as she dared…then let her energy flow…
A coursing bubbling line of amethyst fire arced toward the welds, hitting it she guided it into the molecular structure of the metal increasing the surface area of heating…boiling the fused metal apart…she had six lines all flowing from her hands at once…the heat was rising, the geysers more frequent…she was having to use the aether…the force…the force…to bounce back globs of molten mantle.
A hiss…the coolant started to shift in its container…the metal plug fell into the yellow magma…detecting the opening, the temperature shield disengaged and the coolant poured in, heavy steams of different minerals filled the facility with noxious gas…then the thermal doors final loosed under her flames…heavy clanks and ratcheting sounded as they closed over the incandescent flows.
If she could’ve she would’ve breathed a sigh of relief…but the night was far from over.
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“Command Knight Y’star has…he’s out of control…something dark has taken hold of him…I…no…no…”
“Zone 14-G is secure…fourteen Officers down…three Jedi…civilian losses…we’ll need time to tally…”
“Squad 312 no time to tally civilian losses move immediately to 14-K reports of at least two Gand clans out of control…watch out for poison gases…”
“Evac 168-C…Evac NOW”
“168-C Heavy Squad inbound, hold position,”
“No…The Jedi…They’ve Gone mad!!!”
She switched off the Jedi Emergency Comm system…feeling it in the force was bad enough without having to hear it…
She could see it all in her minds eye…
The Ecumenopolis was tearing itself apart, towers coughed out smoke where mad men had unleashed their rage, the CSF were tired and worn holding barricades against frenetic rioters armed with whatever they could get their hands on.
Looting had overtaken the mid-levels as CSF forces were redirected to prevent the rioters getting any higher. In the Senate district private security forces and body guards kept the wealthy protected…by summarily executing anyone who looked poorly dressed and even glanced at their sacrosanct areas of the city.
Realising the advantage a plague of madness represented Crime Lords and Senators alike would have their agents murder their opponents and make sure to leave a bizarre mess so they would be counted among the insane when control returned…A thousand oaths of vengeance and a thousand more petty insults were satiated with blood under the guise of Madness.
The Jedi on the frontline were harassed, abused, attacked, scores were injured, dozens killed…those assigned to deal with the mad men witnessed horrific acts of random violence as sentients slaughtered their own families, crashed their hover cars into buildings, set fire to their workplaces.
And the crowning achievement….already deep into battle, already killing and maiming the Jedi were vulnerable to falling into anger…the Breaking of the Balance in the Force would send the weaker ones into a frenzy…their blood already up they would not be able to calm themselves and turn on any and all around them.
Order strove for dominance against Chaos seeping back to the fore as Milaea sped back to the Temple.
Was this the Republic the Jedi strove to serve…a thin veneer of civility so easily turned to anarchy…was this worth her life or anyone’s life to protect?
Kiraea had seen the truth of this world, like her the violence was always there…just beneath the surface…she only needed the slightest prompts in the right places to let it out…it was not madness it was truth that Kiraea had exposed…violent chaotic truth, the forces of order that relied in the end on coercive power shown to be ineffectual against brutal reality.
One woman had started all this…And Milaea had let her go…
Every explosion, every Jedi that turned, every life that winked out as she cut through the skylanes now empty for fear, was a fiery blood sacrifice that had been offered to her by her people…a sign of their loving determination to see her reunited with them…to save her from her ‘confusion’ and Jedi ‘captors’…
No she would not hold herself or them responsible for this…for any of it…why should she….whatever their prompts Kiraea and whoever else was with her could only remove the false civility not create animal violence in so many…perhaps Kiraea had liberated them from the chains society placed on their minds….
As she felt the deaths rising…the force seeping to black…she worried if Kiraea was alright…she shouldn’t have left her alone…she should’ve helped her…gone with her…
On the horizon of her mind she sensed the turmoil emanating from the Temple…The Jedi had no chance of ending this…Kimar was too arrogant, Soryu too compassionate, Yoren too conventional…Together they were too at odds…Gurrlum’s unconventional boldness and Yoda’s steadying influence were the two missing components they needed to effectively counter the three Aethans…but one was dead the other gone.
She couldn’t condone their actions…their destruction…even if she could understand it…the simplicity of Us Versus Them was so appealing…But nor could she bring herself to seriously harm them…
She realised she was thinking of Jedi just now…
She chuckled to herself as sirens blared past her, green and red lights blinking on the transport overhead…The Aethans were destroying the city and she was admonishing the Jedi…Why…
Why…
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