Battle of Coruscant: Tread Lightly

[Jabonicus]

Coruscant

Valantan District

Level -1356

The first sign of distress was the radios and screens all changing at once, news broadcasters, sweating profusely, declared in panicked tones to get to cover, and to not go outside. Messages repeated, and for once the hundreds of competing news networks on the planet sent the same message. It would be impressive, if the message wasn't "Coruscant is under siege." The second sign of distress was the screech of a falling starship, large and damaged, it plowed along the sides of buildings as it fell thousands of stories, taking out balconies, speeders, and most importantly, people.

It was the first of many, and it soon became clear that anywhere near the open, be it outside or just within a building, was not safe. A stray bomb, a large blaster shot, or some explosion could take one out at any second, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Vera, at the time, was in a diner. Eating a hearty meal of bantha sausage, meat-laced pancakes, some sort of bacon, and dark, almost pure coffee. A standard meal for her, even if she was riding off of money she made from donations across her escapades across the Universe.

The Diner wasn't exactly packed, but it was far from empty. Groups of people spoke in hushed voices amongst themselves, languages and skin tones blurring as the many alien figures huddled as if they were all the same. Differences vanished, and any pre-existing thoughts on the others turned into a need for a comforting hand to hold. Vera, however, had far different plans for what to do.

She had to get off world, and she had to do it fast. Shoveling in the last bit of pancake into her mouth, she stood up, and marched towards the door, the screams of bombs and people audible as she shoved her way out.​

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Daxio had not come to Coruscant in order to fight a war. The kaleesh had originally been assigned to this post on orders from the upper brass. Some time off while they reviewed his records, and assessed if he was still good for service within the republic. The idea was ridiculous, the sith wouldn't wait for the republic while they ordered people to take time off, and he had been itching to get this over with so he could get back to patrolling the outer rim.

Fate it seemed had other ideas, and the Kaleesh found himself in the middle of a battle, without troops to command, and facing a crowd of people as he worked to do his damndest to make the best of the situation. "Everyone Head to the Shipyards! The republic will have emergancy transports on the way! Head There On the Double, and Don't you dare-, Hey!!!" Daxio was cut off as he stood atop what had been a large transport, before it had crashed, burned, and smoldered out. The blaster fire from above caught him off guard, but he was quick to retaliate with a shot from his own blaster rifle, dropping the sniper as he got down.

He was on a street he didn't know, near a diner it seemed, and the chaos was thick here. People were screaming, running for anywhere they thought safe and trampling anyone who wasn't fast enough or unlucky enough to be short or fall down. He scowled behind his bone mask, knowing a simple fact looking at this, "We aren't going to be able to save all of them. I won't be able to get through to anyone whose too panicked to think straight." He said as he scanned the crowd, looking for anyone who might have their wits about them.

He spotted them, a Twi'lek by the looks of it, as he worked to make his way over to them, still holding the blaster rifle as he called out, "You! Twi'lek! If You want to get off this planet, hang on for a minute!" He said, making his way towards her as quickly as he could through the surging crowd of people.

 

[SlingRah]

The sounds of destruction shot through the streets. Bombs. Senetel stood to his feet and set his hand on his lightsaber. He knew who the attackers were. Sith. Who else? Senetel stepped out of the diner and searched his surroundings. Screams echoed in his ears. Men, women, children, were at stake. Senetel remembered Ziost. He remembered the people he had lost. His master, his parents, his friends. He would not let that happen again. He extended the green blade of his lightsaber and ran towards the screams of those in need.

 

[Jabonicus]

The Togrutan glanced around as the Kaleesh shouted for the attention of some Twi'lek. As her eyes scanned the crowd, she realized that the alien must be referring to her, as no Twi'lek was in sight. Rolling her multicolored eyes, she pushed through the crowd towards the man, distrust in her eyes as she scanned over the stately figure.

She could run, just like everyone else, but if she were to do so with no plan, there was no chance for her to escape the situation. If she followed or formulated a plan with the Kaleesh however, her chances were much higher. "What do you need?" She responded through the noise as she neared the man. Her calm figure and determined attitude certainly stood out among the panicked crowd.​