Evacuation from Cyrillia

[Bianca]

When reports came that Blue Shadow was plaguing Cyrillia, Silvia Moonstar knew something was wrong. Blue Shadow had been eradicated a long time ago. During the Clone Wars, a scientist had tried to recreate it on Naboo.
This knowledge led to Silvia's imagination to take toll. Naboo was where Emperor Palpatine was from, so there was a good chance the empire had a sample of the Blue Shadow. This would mean the empire was involved in this plague. Silvia knew they had to get out of here. Cyrillia was a place where recruits came, and this was bad for two reasons. The first was that any recruits coming would die before reaching the safety of the isolated base on Cyrillia. Second, it meant the the Sith knew about Cyrillia. Recruits were the likely source of the breach in security. Regardless, they had to get out now.
Bianca Novula was not on the base, so Silvia Moonstar was in command. She immediately ordered for the base to be evacuated. They had only one ship with them, the Harrowing, that they would use to load everything onto. It would take an hour or two, but it would get done.
From Cyrillia, Silvia was unsure what to do. They couldn't go to Homefront due to two reasons. The first was that they didn't know where it was; Bianca Novula knew, but she was missing in action, having left on a mission. The second was, even if Moonstar had known Homefront's location, if anyone on Cyrillia was the mole that gave Cryillia's location away. Due to Novula's absence, one may suspect her, but Silvia had been informed that Novula had been sent on a mission, so it was unlikely Novula had fled before the virus struck. More than likely, the Force had allowed her to escape.
Evacuation meant everything. All electronics would be shutdown and transported to Harrowing. All personnel would be shipped to Harrowing. Any computers that couldn't be taken with them would be wiped clean. Finally, the base would be rigged so that if anyone snuck inside, the base would blow up, killing anyone inside.
Bianca had two hours. She went straight to work, grabbing her equipment. It was gonna get hectic.

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

Vale steps out of his quarters, his Vibroblade slung across his back and his holdout blaster tucked into his belt. In his vest, he carries only 2 power packs for his blaster, the small holocron Amor had given him when they first met, and the book Kerne had given him. Even if he didnt know precisely what was going on, he knew that something was terribly terribly wrong. He had been woken up with a message broadcast to all knights on Cyrillia to assist with an evacuation effort of the facility, to be completed as soon as possible. And what was worse, his teacher was off world on Knights business leaving him all alone on planet. Shaking his head, Vale takes off sprinting down the hallway towards the ship the Knights were using to evacuate. His Vibrosword bounces at his shoulder all the way.

Rounding the corner and skidding to a stop next to the docking bay entrance, Vale slows to a walk and heads in. Moving briskly, he walks right to the entry ramp to the ship and turns around taking up a post there. While usually people would have questioned their sanity if a kid was standing there giving them orders, Vale maintains a constant air of confidence as he waves people onto the ship. "Come on, Come on! Limited time here people! Get your crap and get on the ship. Take only what you need." Of course, he was just talking whether or not people were listening. Heck, noone could have been there and he would have been talking away like he had an audience.

 

[Bianca]

Silvia supervised one of the last shuttles reaching the Harrowing. All that remained was Vale's shuttle and they could get ready to leave.

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

Vale watches as the last of the evacuees gets on the shuttle, his eyes narrowing a little as he looks around. "Everyone on board? Good. great. Super. Lets get out of here!" The boy leaps up onto the ramp himself and walks on, hitting the button to close the boarding hatch as he walks through. Walking to the cockpit, he activates the autopilot to return the shuttle to the Harrowing along with the last of the Evacuees. As he stares out the Viewport down at he planet, he cant help but to sigh a little. Cyrillia had been his first real home in the Knights... Heck, it had been his first real home anywhere. And he wasnt going to forget this. Not a chance. As the Shuttle docks with the Harrowing, Vale settles back in the seat. Yep... It was one of those days again.

 

[Black Noise]

Exilis stayed in stealth mode with his StealthX fighter after waiting for many hours. Going as far as to completely devote his entire concentration to concealing his presence in the Force so that, no matter how powerful his enemy, he would be invisible. He was relieved when he saw the last shuttle enter into the Imperial Knight ship, now the plan was in motion.

He let loose two shadow bombs and guided them through the Force directly into the great Imperial Knight ship. Being guided by the Force alone, these weapons not only had a much larger amount of ordinance than most torpedos but they were also immune to target scrambling that was often used. Staying in stealth mode, he made sure that he was still invisible through the Force as well as by sight and sensor. The fight had begun.

 

[Dmitri]

Vhalanestilliegan's StealthX floated near the taskforce leader, Darth Exilis, in wait for the attack to begin. In stealth mode, Vhalanestilliegan had been concentrating on keeping his presence in the Force hidden. It was not that difficult, due to years of training, and was almost relaxing.

However, the time for relaxation was over. Vhalanestilliegan fired two missiles himself. Force-propelled, they too were aimed at the Harrowing.

 

[Crystalmath]

On the other side of Darth Exilis than Vhalanestilliegan, Blue Raggasson flew his StealthX in stealth mode, making sure he kept his force presence in check, utilizing the force to remain utterly hidden. It wasn't hard, but his fingers itched achingly at the controls, desperate to launch the attack.

When the time came a massive grin spread across Blue's face as he fired his pair of missiles upon the Harrowing, again using the force to guide its trajectory perfectly into the large ship.

The Devaronian let his sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he stared at the massive ship before them, his intensive psychic link to his twin, Red, who was also taking part in the mission activating as he thought out to him, 'Oi ***, when we're done here we're playing another round of pong, you, me and an Imp Knight athhole'th floating corpthe, jutht bathing it around with our thtealth thips. 50 creditth.'

 

[Demiurge]

Xesyr found himself back behind the controls of a StealthX. It was just as when he was there to see the fall and destruction of the Will of the Force. With his vessel stealthed and his presence in the Force suppressed to the point beyond detection, the Sith Assassin allowed the Force to guide his actions and controls when the time to strike finally came.

Using the Force to control their launch, propulsion and trajectory, Xesyr discharged from his StealthX two shadow bombs, sending the deadly weapons in a dead-lock course with the Harrowing.

 

[Sreeya]

Red had also been waiting on his stealthX, his presence masked from any Force users. He was flipping through the pages of a dirty magazine, humming to himself. He paid heed to the others, knowing to act as soon as the plan was in motion. Red looked up from the magazine and suddenly realized they were attacking.

"Fwak!"

Tossing the magazine aside, he flew into formation, circling around the Harrowing and releasing two shadow bombs directly at the engines. The resulting blast would set the entire ship on fire. After the deed was done, Red scowled as he heard his brother through their insufferable bond.

"Fine, wetawd. Whoevew loses has to clean the guts off the ship."

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

Vale takes a second as he leans back in the cockpit of the shuttle he had taken up to the Harrowing, breathing deeply and focusing himself. Maybe he could just nap here for the trip? But no. He would probably be needed to do something useless like escort people to their quarters or something. Sighing, the boy stands up and takes two steps towards the exit ramp. However, just as he reaches the exit ramp, he freezes. His face shifts in the oddest expression as a sensation like somone poured cool water into his gut hits him. He has no idea what the sensation is, as his training had not covered that aspect of the force. However, something was definately wrong. The Prospect starts to step down off the ramp, only to be abruptly jarred as a massive explosion rocks the entire ship.

Vale grabs the side of the shuttle to steady himself and looks around, seeing the walls shake and groan around him. It felt like the whole ship was coming apart, which for the sake of argument it actually was. Cursing low under his breath, Vale tries desperately to keep control of himself. However, a low fear starts to creep into his bones. This isnt helped when another series of explosions rocks the ship, setting off alarms and causing the lights above his head high in the hangers ceiling to flicker. Looking around desperately, Vale starts to walk towards the exit to the hanger as quickly as he can. His mind races, because ships just didnt explode on their own. They had to be under attack... Which would explain the reason for evacuation. And that meant that there was a very real chance V could die.

This realization shifts something in Vale as he skids to a stop, his black boots squeaking across the durasteel floor of the Hanger. If he stayed, he could die. He probably would die, if the ship was already shaking and groaning. Looking back towards the rest of the Hanger, the boys eyes settle on a large piece of canvas covering what appeared to be a starfighter. Wavering for a moment between staying and trying to help and saving himself, Tatsumoto suddenly shakes his head. "Poodoo..." Bolting for the cloth covered starfighter, he grabs the cloth and tears it off dramatically to reveal an old Eta-5 Interceptor. Of course, he didnt know what it was, as it was practically an antique. And the thing looked pretty banged up, with blaster scoring all over the exterior. However, it looked better than nothing.

Popping the cockpit, Vale leaps up onto the surface of the roughly arrow shaped fighter and drops down into the tiny pilots seat. Man, this thing was cramped for him and he was a kid. He couldnt imagine a grown man fitting in it. Reaching out, he begins to flip switches, his hands moving despite having no idea what he was doing in that ship. He had piloted speeders before, and seen starships piloted, but he had no training for such an outdated starfighter. as he flips the toggles in the cockpit, the ship hums to life for a moment before the lights go dim. "Oh come on!" Vale shouts, reaching out to hit the controls with the heel of his hand. There is a buzzing noise, and the controls light up once more, a small display lighting up and displaying a menu in basic.

As the ship continues to shudder and small fires break out in the ventilation system above him, Vale panics and hits the first option he reaches for. This brings up the flight control menu, a large logo from the Galactic Alliance pops up, along with an option that says 'Autopilot' highlighted. Looking around the screen, Vale searches for any other options. As the ship rocks and bucks violently, the boy clenches his fist and mashes the autopilot function with one finger. The hatch closes above him with a hiss and the fighter starts to rock and shake under him, Suddenly, its repulsers kick in and it slowly lifts off the flight deck. Turning to face the hanger doors, the Starfighter suddenly lances forwards and Vale is pressed back into his seat. Obviously the fighters old inertial dampeners were struggling to keep up with the stress of the acceleration.

Vale straps himself in and stares out the view port as the ship arcs out into space, all sorts of warning lights going off on the moniter in front of him. The ship shakes and rocks violently, but its twin engines roar with life as she lurches forwards. Vale looks around, searching for any sign of their enemies as the ship makes a break to safe hyperspace Distance. Its course? The nearest alliance world, as the ship had been one of their before it was decomissioned. All the while, Vale shakes in fear and cold,the life support barely functioning as he wraps his arms around himself and stares at the Monitor in front of him.

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[Bianca]

When Silvia had ordered the evacuation, she made a mistake. Commonwealth were in these waters, so she had thought the Harrowing would be safe until they could depart. As they had just finished loading the last of their supplies, the shields were still down.
Silvia planned to turn the shields on after she contacted Commonwealth so she could depart soon after. However, she never got the chance to contact Commonwealth. The first bomb hit the Harrowing, shaking the ship to its core. The Marshall had gone to try to sense what was going on, but could not sense any hostiles. That was when the second struck. The Harrowing was repeatedly struck by explosives until the shadow missiles destroyed the Harrowing.
In her final breath, before inferno consumed her and all those on the command bridge shortly before the ship exploded in a fiery flower, Silvia said, "Long live the Imperial Knights."