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Darth Vereor moved easily across the rooftops of Coruscant, leaping across the roofs and spires of the shattered skyscrapers as smoothly as a regular man walked along the sidewalks below, his sanguine eyes located on the edge of the Temple District where the ship waiting to carry him to where Destiny waited. Sanguine eyes darted around in constant motion beneath the faceless helm, corded muscles flexing beneath hard scales and cold metal as the Barabel looped around the Jedi Temple. A squack of interference burst from the helmet, the radio faltering as he continued the looped message he had been broadcasting on Imperial and Mandalorian frequencies since he had left Drakus and the Senate Rotunda;
'Imperials and allies, thiz is Darth Vereor.... Disengage immediately. Remove yourselvez from the battlefield. Death approachez on silent wingz and a dagger'z blade.'
It would not be enough he knew, but it would help more of them survive.... his spirit still railed at using this ritual before the battle could be finished, but they had no choice. During the Battle of Coruscant there could be no half-measures.
A soft nudge from the Force caused the lithe armored figure to twist to the left and roll off of the west face of the skyscraper he was traversing before using the Force to guide his descent onto the roof of an apartment complex east of the Jedi Temple. His eyes swept the roof, moving past the small figure he had been seeking and locking onto the burning central spire of the Jedi Temple.
His voice was calm and composed as he looked upon his former home, the mask lifting with a hiss of air to show narrowed eyes and a barely perceptible scowl.
"Master Raide... report."
'Imperials and allies, thiz is Darth Vereor.... Disengage immediately. Remove yourselvez from the battlefield. Death approachez on silent wingz and a dagger'z blade.'
It would not be enough he knew, but it would help more of them survive.... his spirit still railed at using this ritual before the battle could be finished, but they had no choice. During the Battle of Coruscant there could be no half-measures.
A soft nudge from the Force caused the lithe armored figure to twist to the left and roll off of the west face of the skyscraper he was traversing before using the Force to guide his descent onto the roof of an apartment complex east of the Jedi Temple. His eyes swept the roof, moving past the small figure he had been seeking and locking onto the burning central spire of the Jedi Temple.
His voice was calm and composed as he looked upon his former home, the mask lifting with a hiss of air to show narrowed eyes and a barely perceptible scowl.
"Master Raide... report."
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