Coruscant: City of Culture

[Garrett Blade]

OOC: I have already started this roleplay:

<A HREF="http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage ?topicID=3313.topic">Coruscant, City of Culture</A HREF>

...however, the people who decided to participate only wanted to spoil it for me. Since this is part of my characters story, I would appreciate it if people didn't join in if they are adamant on trying to stop me OOC. You are more than welcome to participate as an antagonist for me, but I do want to actually accomplish what I plan to do in this roleplay.

To speed things up, I'll start a bit later on in the above roleplay, but not too much later. It would be worth reading just the opening part to the first post in the link above, just so you know what the purpose of this roleplay is.





IC:

*As the first volleys of Ion fire sprayed across the hull of the SSD, the Captain swallowed hard whilst trying to think clearly. His initial idea was to run from the bridge screaming like a madman, but if he did that then it would be like kneeling down and begging...*

Fire! Repeat, fire all weapons at targeted systems. Fire at will!

In an instant, laser and Ion fire errupted from the ships weapons. In the few seconds before the shields failed, the SSD's Ion cannons had penetrated the planetary shield and disabled the power network to the shields, as well as the turbolasers causing minimal yet noticable damage to civilian property. All TIE Bombers and TIE Fighters were back in the hanger, and air was being sucked out as the magnetic field power had been shutdown. People from the first two sections of the ship just outside the hanger bay were sucked out into space. Those who didn't were crushed by flying equipment and fighters being thrown about the hanger right before they exploded against the hanger walls. Life support was failing fast, and already the oxygen and temperatures in the barracks sector were virtually non-existent. The crew and personnel on board were dying fast due to multiple critical systems being disabled by the ion fire. The only thing that was suprisingly operational was the Heavy Duty Experimental Fighters which had not technically been ordered to return to the ship along with the other fighters...*

Fighter 1: Okay boys. Let's see what these tin cans can do!

Fighter 2: Roger that sir. Lets take it to 'em!

Fighter 3: Come and get it!

*The fighters doubled round to meet the enemy head on. It seemed rather suicidal for three fighters slightly bigger than a YT-1300 to take on an entire fleet, but nevertheless...*

*One of the enemy capital ships opened fire on one of the fighters. The heavy duty modified capital shield protected the ship from the blast, yet the resistance was too much and caused the generators to overheat. The ship errupted into a ballof fire and disintergrated within seconds. The two remaining fightrs seemed to see sense and turned round and headed towards the planet. As they neared the atmosphere threshold, the enemy fleet once again opened fire. The starboard turbolaser cannon was hit on one of the fighters, which caused it to spin out of control and collide with the other one. Although the shields on the other fighter held it together, the other one didn't stand a chance. Yet the other fighter was not out of the asteroids yet, as it was now on fire due to the resultant explosion from the collision. Structural integrity was still in tact, but not holding stably. A few seconds later, the ship emerged out of the Coruscant higher atmosphere and was plummeting towards the soaring metropolis below. Less than thirty seconds later, the fighter smashed into the side of a residential building, and did not emerge on the other side. A huge explosion immediately followed, throwing civilians left right and center out of the building and to their deaths below.*

*The SSD's crew were in a bad state, nobody was left alive on the bridge, nor the hanger bay, and a few barely living crew were scattered about decks thirteen through thirty...*

Quickly, Zero-G Troopers swarmed into the innoperable SSD. A shuttle departed from the system patrol SSD, carrying the Admiral within it. He was in his mid fifties, and it seemed rather strange for an Admiral of this status to leave his command ship, don a Zero-G suit and enter a disabled enemy vessel. Armed Zero-G Troopers made their way through the derelict ship, killing any and all survivors they came across in the stable areas of the ship. The large group, accompanied by the Admiral, made their way to Garrett's quarters. When they arrived, a few men placed detonite charges around the metal doors, ready to blow it off...*

<FONT SIZE="14">BANG!</FONT>

[Garrett Blade]

*As the smoke cleared, the troops rushed inside the Admiral suite. The Admiral stepped in once his troops had entered. The purple aura in the room was rapidly dissipating into the center of the room, concentrating itself into a dark votrex of darkside energy. Garrett was nowhere to be found. Instead, his two pet Tuk'ata's stood opposite two swirling pools of blood on the floor. As the troopers aimed their rifles to open fire on the abominations of nature, Shiva and Fenix leapt into the pools of blood mere seconds before they closed up like old wounds. The lasers merely dissipated on the metallic floor and partially burned the fur rug in front of the old fashioned fire place. The room was silent for a few moments as the troops stirred at each other in amazement.*

*The wreakage of the Heavy Duty Experimental Fighter which crashed into the building hissed and creaked as metal grinded under its own weight. Several bodies lay about the ship, probably killed from the initial impact and resultant explosion. The room was unrecognisable now that the fighter lay inside it. The door was open, with another body laying in the doorway. The hallway itself was scattered with bodies. They must have been killed by fire and backflash from the explosion. Down the stairs and along the next floor, more bodies lay about. Perhaps they could have been killed when the fighter hit. As was the case for the next three floors. Dead bodies were struin about in doorways and along corridors. Surely they could not have been killed by the impact of the fighter. A cxouple of floors from the ground, screams could be heard, followed by yet more bodies. These screams carried on into the poorer sub-levels of the building. A man stood by a drainpipe next to a relay control station. He was searching furiously for something, a weapon...anything that would help him with his intended mission on Coruscant. Suddenly, the mans head was impaled by a sceptic lead pipe. The pipe penetrated his skull with the greatest of ease, and also dug into the computer readout on the panel in front. Crimson life oozed from his head. A hand grabbed hold of the lifeless head. The thick black glove was instantly covered with the mans blood. Garrett held his soaked glove in front of his face. He licked the blood critically, then let go of the body, allowing it to stand upright thanks to the pipe impaling it on the wall...*

Not pure enough! Not innocent enough! Not young enough!

*Garrett spat the blood out onto the wet dark floor. The basement was lightless, seemingly lit up by the welcoming shadows all around him. He walked further into the darkness, to decide what course of action to take, to find inspiration for his..........masterpiece!*

[Garrett Blade]

*The schoolyard was deserted. Several merry-go-rounds spun slightly, and a few swings swayed back and forth. Undoubtebly, school had recently ended. Garrett stood by the gates, just on the street itself. The more respectable sectors of Coruscant were rather well lit at this time of night. Thats why he chose to stay away, and opted for the slightly more run-down areas, where lights were either broken, or not there to begin with. Night was advancing quickly, and soon it would be as dark as hell in this district. Garrett's eyes glowed red in the evening air as he slowly climbed over the gate and onto the tarmac ground of the play yard. For a while, Garrett sat on the merry-go-round, occasionally giving the spin of it a helping hand via the force. He actually remained there longer than he meant to. About ten minutes later, he finally stood up and jumped off the spinning merry-go-round and walked round the side of the building. He came to a metal hatch on the floor up against the wall. It didn't take much effort to dislodge the door leading down into the cellar. He replaced the door after he had climbed inside...and searched...*