Sisk_Renelo
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Coruscant
GA Barracks: Corellian District
4 Hours After Shield Failure
GA Barracks: Corellian District
4 Hours After Shield Failure
Vin swung his silver blade, catching the screaming bolt and sending it on a return course to the Imperial Soldier who had fired it. There was a choked gurgle, and the man collapsed into a heap. vin swung again, a quick diagonal strike, and the top bisected half of another Imperial slid from the dead man and hit the ground with a wet thump. A pile of bodies was heaped around the Jedi, and his robes were flecked with blood. This was not his preferred task. Not at all. The negotiation table was where he belonged, but he had promised these men he would get them off of the planet, or at least as many as he could. So far, he had defended 23 transports, each of them lifting off with between 150-1000 men. He didn't know if they had all made it past the blockade, but the pilots were good, and he was sure they had their flight paths planned out well in advance.
The last transport was loading, and it was going to be packed bulkhead to bulkhead with men. Several soldiers who had volunteered to cover their comrades were around him, hidden behind cover in good firing position. The landing pad that they had selected only had one entrance. A narrow bottleneck that funneled the advancing soldiers into a deadly crossfire, and so far, Vin had counted at least 100 Imperials dead for his 6 casualties. Not bad. A GA soldier dropped the last Imperial, and then after several seconds, called the all clear. Vin turned his blade off, and shook his head. He was getting tired. They had maybe 20 minutes left until they absolutely had to leave.
With a weary hand, Vin raised his commlink, and sent out a planet wide message, coded in Alliance Battle Speak. //Message to all Alliance personnel, this is Knight Galen. In twenty minutes, the last Alliance Transport in this district will be lifting off. If you want a ride, make your way to the following coordinates...// Vin rattled off a stream of numbers, and then turned off the commlink. He turned back to the soldiers. "I'm sure they heard that and triangulated it. Get ready for more trouble."