An Inconvenience
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There is a surge of blinding pain, then a rush of adrenaline as he crashes into the side of a building. It had taken all of his concentration to slow down his fall and picking a safe place to land hadn't been an option. He grimaces and holds his right arm against his chest. It must be broken, he considers as he slowly moves to sit up. He looks up, checking to see if the ship he fell from was still visible in the skyline, but it is nowhere to be found. What a reckless maneuver, he thinks. They have an absolute disregard for the lives of their companions. I'll need to remember that. The man, clad in layers of black and silver, rises to his feet and attaches his lightsaber to his belt with his left hand.
"Inquisitor, we are en route to your location. ETA two minutes." the small handheld communicator on his belt announces. The voice coming through could be any number of clone troopers that are still in action, but he knows it is the captain of the squad, CC-1010, 'Tenten' to his squad members.
"Acknowledged," is the only response the Inquisitor offers. He turns to review his surroundings. He is in a run-down, empty area of Nuba City filled with boarded up shop windows scattered between quiet apartment blocks. Skyscrapers loom everywhere overhead, their opulence and grandeur casting shadows that block out the sun for those unfortunate enough to live in the lower sections of the city. It's just like Coruscant, he muses as he recalls the first years of his "training" under the Empire.
As he studies his surroundings, movement from an alley in the distance catches his attention. The blow to his head makes it hard to focus and he takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes. He finally sees them. It is a handful of teenagers standing at the entrance of the alley. They are dressed in street clothes and are speaking in hushed voices to each other as they observe the Inquisitor. And like we were told on Coruscant, 'no witnesses.' His left hand rests on the circular ring of his lightsaber as he advances towards the alley.
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CC-1010 hangs onto an overhead handhold as he stands on the open landing ramp of the TIE/rp. The ship is maneuvering between the tall buildings of Nuba City, staying close to the ground as it approaches the rendezvous with the Inquisitor. It banks sharply as it rounds the corner of one of the city blocks, and their target comes into view. He is standing in the middle of the street, arms crossed over his chest. They set down a few dozen feet from the man, and CC-1010 moves to the side to allow his entrance into the shuttle. He knows better than to make any mention of the bodies scattered at the entrance of a nearby alley.
"Welcome aboard Inquisitor. We've collected your apprentice from Nubian Star Drives," he says as he turns and motions towards the medical cot near the back of the transport. The apprentice had sustained multiple injuries in the skirmish at the shipwright offices, but they had managed to stabilize him and load him onboard before departing to find the Inquisitor. The Inquisitors only response is a look of indifference.
The shuttle rises from the street and once more begins to maneuver through between the streets and alleyways of Nuba City. As he stands in the open ramp of the TIE shuttle, CC-1010 lifts his personal holoprojector in his hand, illuminating a map of the city. There are two dots located a few miles away, which the ship is moving towards. The Inquisitor speaks up from behind him, "The Endurance is above us Captain, are you not taking us to the Star Destroyer?"
"Apologies Inquisitor. We dispatched CC-3510 and 8881 earlier on reconnaissance. We are on the way to pick them up now." CC-1010 turns the holoprojector off and returns it to his belt as the shuttle approaches the location of their remaining squad members. The two figures in black armor wave to the TIE r/p as it circles once overhead, then begins to descend. CC-1010 steps out onto the street as the shuttle touches down, and he runs over to meet the two others.
"Captain, reconnaissance is complete. You were right about the coordinates," CC-8881 says. "It didn't take very long to find him." They pull back a thermal blanket that is laid out on the ground. Beneath the sheet is a weakly moving body. He is covered in bandages from a standard Imperial field medicine kit and his chest rises and falls with slow, shallow breaths.
"Good work Ocho. The Inquisitor will be pleased to hear it." The two troopers bend down to pick up the makeshift gurney that the badly wounded alien is laying atop. "Lets hurry. He doesn't look like he will last long without medical attention, and the Inquisitor would be disappointed if he wasn't able to interrogate this one."
There is a surge of blinding pain, then a rush of adrenaline as he crashes into the side of a building. It had taken all of his concentration to slow down his fall and picking a safe place to land hadn't been an option. He grimaces and holds his right arm against his chest. It must be broken, he considers as he slowly moves to sit up. He looks up, checking to see if the ship he fell from was still visible in the skyline, but it is nowhere to be found. What a reckless maneuver, he thinks. They have an absolute disregard for the lives of their companions. I'll need to remember that. The man, clad in layers of black and silver, rises to his feet and attaches his lightsaber to his belt with his left hand.
"Inquisitor, we are en route to your location. ETA two minutes." the small handheld communicator on his belt announces. The voice coming through could be any number of clone troopers that are still in action, but he knows it is the captain of the squad, CC-1010, 'Tenten' to his squad members.
"Acknowledged," is the only response the Inquisitor offers. He turns to review his surroundings. He is in a run-down, empty area of Nuba City filled with boarded up shop windows scattered between quiet apartment blocks. Skyscrapers loom everywhere overhead, their opulence and grandeur casting shadows that block out the sun for those unfortunate enough to live in the lower sections of the city. It's just like Coruscant, he muses as he recalls the first years of his "training" under the Empire.
As he studies his surroundings, movement from an alley in the distance catches his attention. The blow to his head makes it hard to focus and he takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes. He finally sees them. It is a handful of teenagers standing at the entrance of the alley. They are dressed in street clothes and are speaking in hushed voices to each other as they observe the Inquisitor. And like we were told on Coruscant, 'no witnesses.' His left hand rests on the circular ring of his lightsaber as he advances towards the alley.
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CC-1010 hangs onto an overhead handhold as he stands on the open landing ramp of the TIE/rp. The ship is maneuvering between the tall buildings of Nuba City, staying close to the ground as it approaches the rendezvous with the Inquisitor. It banks sharply as it rounds the corner of one of the city blocks, and their target comes into view. He is standing in the middle of the street, arms crossed over his chest. They set down a few dozen feet from the man, and CC-1010 moves to the side to allow his entrance into the shuttle. He knows better than to make any mention of the bodies scattered at the entrance of a nearby alley.
"Welcome aboard Inquisitor. We've collected your apprentice from Nubian Star Drives," he says as he turns and motions towards the medical cot near the back of the transport. The apprentice had sustained multiple injuries in the skirmish at the shipwright offices, but they had managed to stabilize him and load him onboard before departing to find the Inquisitor. The Inquisitors only response is a look of indifference.
The shuttle rises from the street and once more begins to maneuver through between the streets and alleyways of Nuba City. As he stands in the open ramp of the TIE shuttle, CC-1010 lifts his personal holoprojector in his hand, illuminating a map of the city. There are two dots located a few miles away, which the ship is moving towards. The Inquisitor speaks up from behind him, "The Endurance is above us Captain, are you not taking us to the Star Destroyer?"
"Apologies Inquisitor. We dispatched CC-3510 and 8881 earlier on reconnaissance. We are on the way to pick them up now." CC-1010 turns the holoprojector off and returns it to his belt as the shuttle approaches the location of their remaining squad members. The two figures in black armor wave to the TIE r/p as it circles once overhead, then begins to descend. CC-1010 steps out onto the street as the shuttle touches down, and he runs over to meet the two others.
"Captain, reconnaissance is complete. You were right about the coordinates," CC-8881 says. "It didn't take very long to find him." They pull back a thermal blanket that is laid out on the ground. Beneath the sheet is a weakly moving body. He is covered in bandages from a standard Imperial field medicine kit and his chest rises and falls with slow, shallow breaths.
"Good work Ocho. The Inquisitor will be pleased to hear it." The two troopers bend down to pick up the makeshift gurney that the badly wounded alien is laying atop. "Lets hurry. He doesn't look like he will last long without medical attention, and the Inquisitor would be disappointed if he wasn't able to interrogate this one."
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