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Black smoke twisted and writhed in the wake of the shuttles emptying from the Star Destroyer hanging over the city of Theed like an assassin's blade poised above the heart; the growing cloud of smog settled over the Capital staining the now crumbling sandstone architecture an ugly black and blocking out the midday sun, casting everything into shadow. The thunderous pounding of armored feet marching side by side echoed through the maze of twisting side streets and alleys that formed the residential area of the city, screams and the sharp whine of blasterfire sending Nabooan's fleeing for whatever safety they could only pray to find in their once peaceful homes. As the fighting moved further towards the Palace District most of the citizens took their chance and started moving swiftly to the other end of the city where the fighting had been swiftly put down and was being designated as the civilian processing centers by the now Imperial dominated comms network. Three dozen people moved through the press of terrified Nabooans in the opposite direction, a ring of fearful yet determined adults and teenagers armed with old blasters, construction tools, and a pair of glowing lightsabers surrounding a milling group of children moved through the emptying streets towards the bulk of the fighting, and at their head stood a tall grey haired Corellian with a large metal shield strapped to his left arm and a fiercely burning yellow lightsaber gripped in his right hand.
"Keep moving everyone! We're almost halfway to the villa and if the cover keeps it should be smooth sailings from 'ere!" The genial old man smiled encouragingly at some of the children and their defenders before turning forward to lead them, the smile slipping from his face the second he turned out of view. They'd been walking only another minute or two when a lone stormtrooper stumbled out of an intersecting alley, weapon raised and armor singed with the signs of many a near miss. Raising his shield to catch a trio of blaster bolts and send them whizzing skyward, Uriel gestured with his left hand and felt a surge of warm energy roll out from his core before exiting his finger tips in a wave of telekinetic energy, pushing the lone stormtrooper ass over tea kettle down the stairs, wincing at the dull thunk the buckethead made against the ground but pushing away his guilt; a bit of a concussion seemed a small toll for ruining so many homes and lives. The elderly knight brooded on the last times he'd been in a city overrun by the Empire. In many ways the flight from Theed has been terrifyingly similar to the disastrous retreat from Coruscant ten years before, or Corellia at the end of the Rebellion; street to street fighting with terrified civilians behind him and a legion of Stormtroopers between them and the spaceport. His hand itched for the flask at his hip at the thought of the last dying city he had fled from, though the Knight banished the anxiety from his mind almost as swiftly as it appeared.
He had to stay focused; in the present, on the now. The people at his back needed him to stay strong and lead them to safety. He was Uriel Suledin, the eldest Knight of the Jedi Order. The city burned, it's people died, and the Empire's army marched on without pause... but the Force was with him, and that was enough.
"Keep moving everyone! We're almost halfway to the villa and if the cover keeps it should be smooth sailings from 'ere!" The genial old man smiled encouragingly at some of the children and their defenders before turning forward to lead them, the smile slipping from his face the second he turned out of view. They'd been walking only another minute or two when a lone stormtrooper stumbled out of an intersecting alley, weapon raised and armor singed with the signs of many a near miss. Raising his shield to catch a trio of blaster bolts and send them whizzing skyward, Uriel gestured with his left hand and felt a surge of warm energy roll out from his core before exiting his finger tips in a wave of telekinetic energy, pushing the lone stormtrooper ass over tea kettle down the stairs, wincing at the dull thunk the buckethead made against the ground but pushing away his guilt; a bit of a concussion seemed a small toll for ruining so many homes and lives. The elderly knight brooded on the last times he'd been in a city overrun by the Empire. In many ways the flight from Theed has been terrifyingly similar to the disastrous retreat from Coruscant ten years before, or Corellia at the end of the Rebellion; street to street fighting with terrified civilians behind him and a legion of Stormtroopers between them and the spaceport. His hand itched for the flask at his hip at the thought of the last dying city he had fled from, though the Knight banished the anxiety from his mind almost as swiftly as it appeared.
He had to stay focused; in the present, on the now. The people at his back needed him to stay strong and lead them to safety. He was Uriel Suledin, the eldest Knight of the Jedi Order. The city burned, it's people died, and the Empire's army marched on without pause... but the Force was with him, and that was enough.
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