Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
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Ah, I see you are a person of culture as well. Finally a fan that actually knows about Abeloth. To be fair, he could probally solve that problem easily. Shes locked away at the moment and he can always go examine the source she in her current form was born from, the pool. Once he understands the origin of her power he could likely remove her own connection to that power.
As for languages, I can think of two ways to handle that.
The first would be All-Speak in the marvel universe. The second would be multilingual in the Highschool DXD universe, an innate ability every devil, even reincarnated ones have, thus it is proven to be artificially available. Heck, Issei developed a way to talk to peoples chests out of sheer determination.
I would have said Harry Potter however language lozenges are pretty much fanon as far as anyone is concerned. However there is actually an impressive list of series that do contain omnilingual characters or devices.
Omnilingualism
That link should provide you with some debates for worlds.
Just imagine the conversations between him, Jaune, and Ren. Everything is fine, snapcut, him shaking Jaune yelling "YOU DENSE MOTHER-", snapcut, the two of them are lying on the floor with Ren calmly drinking tea.
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*Looks at The Collector* How about no?
I agree, though before he went and did this I thought he had a harder 'no immensely powerful cosmic beings' rule on his travels...
Definitely.
I agree... I just for some reason really like supers verses...
The "Every 'verse needs three charges spent there" rule seems sort of annoying... I mean, I could easily see you writing him using Recovery, Technomancy, binding and harmony and getting everything of worth within Star Wars (Basically just the force and the tech).
I wonder how close 'Recovery' and 'Technomancy' are to merging... I mean, in a sense, Recovery is just technomancy for wetware...
I'm also curious if powers in different souls can merge with the new soul-hot wiring...
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Fragnostic
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Legends or "Disney Fanon"?
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I can understand this but it makes me wonder why adam doesn't just go to a world where dimensional travel is already common-ish.
DualEquinox
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To be honest it Isn't much of an issue for him. He only needs Research and/or Harmony to rapidly learn him a single language (not too hard a feat considering what we've seen so far) and then use Technomancy on a Protocol Droid and get a shit-ton of languages from that data. I mean according to the EU (which is the only thing that gives more than the 5 words or less treatment on functioning of Protocol Droids) the 3PO-Series Protocol Droids, uses a TranLang III Communications Module to allow them to be fluent in over six million forms of communication, even if they could not respond in all of them for a lack of proper communication appendages. They also had the skills necessary to quickly analyze new unregistered languages and translate them into more well-known ones which basically makes the language barrier even less of an issue in future travels...
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Okay. Look. Disney throwing away the entire EU? That sucks.
The very concept of the Father, Son, and Daughter evaporating like mist in the wind?
Wait, what was I complaining about anyway?
Everyone in three million galaxies falling over dead the next instant would be better than the Father, Son, Daughter crap being considered anything that doesn't destroy everything within several million galactic radii.
<rant removed>
Don't get me started. Just... don't.
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Darth Sidious gets eaten by a Baku.
Putting "120% maximum overkill, full speed ahead, damn the torpedoes and full spread exterminatus" into yout next action.
At least that's why my ancient ass got from context.
I've also seen it used in the context of just flipping over the board though. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
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Except, since they appear in the Clone Wars series, they are Disney canon again.
Admittedly, they've been pretty heavily nerfed, but they're still around.
Yeet
To throw something with great speed.
Inverse of Yoink.
Past tense: Yeeted.
Both are onomatopoeia, words derived from the sound an action makes.
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A little confused about the Star Wars timing. Did he get dropped in during the main attack on the temple by Vader from the movie? If so, then Vader's internal monologue about stumps is inaccurate. Mustafar didn't happen until after the temple attack. He only had one "stump" at the time, the hand he lost to Dooku at the end of Attack of the Clones.
We Just Write
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Could easily be a variant timeline.
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He also should not have the full black armor right now. Just saying.
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Still, you raise a good point. Modified the post.
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Is that All Bhed I see? Makes sense. Suitably foreign to get 'language I can't speak' across while being something an English reader can parse if they're familiar with it.
For those that didn't play ffx through as many times as my sister and I, it says "Who are you? No, what are you?"
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Uh, forgive me if I'm wrong, but can't he just design a new power wholesale for something like Allspeak? It's definitely be more niche, but at its base he still has Power Manipulation, and the language barrier is a known problem. It isn't like he lacks downtime to grab charges.
With this.
Dark Side: Oh, that is so unfair!
Light Side: Oh, I'm sorry, who was it that decided that "anything goes in love and war"?
This is Fine. Everything is Fine.
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If one were to map out the galaxy, or at least the regions controlled by the Republic, it would be large. And if one were to map out the flows of the Force and color in alignment, it would be beautiful.
Rich black swirls, spiraling white arcs, and on planets or regions of space with no intelligent life rich grays composed of microscopic patterns of light and dark, dancing in the void.
But for a moment, however short, there was something unexpected.
Coruscant, covered by a city and filled with life, would normally swirl with hope, rage, anger, love, and more at all times. Waves of black force energy would collide with rivers of white, with something like islands representing order or chaos, light or dark, scattered within.
And for years now, something unheard of had been spreading from here.
Order, always a component of the Light, had been enforced on the Dark side. On Chaos.
Like webs, strings of corruption, it had spread through the planet. It became harder to feel calm, to find peace. It became easier to rant, to fault others.
And both sides of the Force hated it.
The Light was oppressed, slowly consumed, and betrayed by Order.
The Dark was restrained, forced to obey, and betrayed by its minions.
And for but a moment, less than a few minutes, it all went odd.
A node of Light, the Jedi Temple, beset by Orderly Dark and screaming in outrage, found an opportunity. An impossible chance.
The ever flowing pattern of Light and Dark bulged outward, as a massive sphere of blue fire swirled in place.
The Order, forced onto the Dark, was strained and being fought at the best of times. But a construct designed to work on set information couldn't handle something so far outside of context. It didn't break, and indeed with the disturbance happening so close to the core of the construct it even managed to adapt to some degree, even if it wasn't able to restrict the flowing power.
However, the invisible cogs of an impossible machine slipped slightly.
It was enough.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The Veil over the Force was not simply a curtain blocking the sunlight, but a weight.
A restraint.
A taint.
Every Jedi in recent years had to grow under it. To fight every moment for but a glimpse of the Light, a moment of self direction and clarity. To use with struggle the gifts that came so simply for the armies of Jedi that existed in the far past.
More complicated abilities collapsed, reducing the powers available to train to basic options. Push and pull, foresight, low level energy absorption, and such. The days of connected to an army and directing the fight became few, the idea of flight or even healing the wounded became legendary.
But for a moment, just an instant, almost every Jedi, adult and young, had a glimpse at the unveiled side of the Force. The Dark didn't fight it, and the Light wasn't obscured.
An instant was enough.
Years of hard work against impossible resistance had honed the abilities of even the 'weakest' of Jedi to unheard of levels.
Full access? No burden?
Unknown to Adam, Jedi everywhere not only realized the traps they were in, but gained instant information about safest routes of escape, easiest methods of sabotage, and most efficient methods to free their mentally enslaved clone followers from being transformed into traitors.
Even as the veil fell again, things were moving as one within the Jedi people.
And unfortunately for the Chancellor Sheev Palpatine, the soon to be declared Emperor of the Republic, the Sith Darth Sidious... well.
These changes were only felt in the Force, and his planet was swirling with blue metaphysical fire.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam glanced at the melted door. That was probably where his physical fire started, and considering the melted metal the damage was intentional.
Not that anyone was trying to break in now.
Just in case, he waved a skeletal hand. Blue flames of magic began flowing through the melted scars in the door, flooding the corridor and spreading through the building.
Hearing reactions from the kids, he tried to give them an innocent smile.
This would have been so much easier with an actual face.
Right, before he went too much farther, this would be a great time to get some language skills.
Absently he activated 'Harmony'... and nearly collapsed.
Clenching his jaw bones while raw pain flooded his body, he forced the power to swap to 'Consumption'. Even so, his soul twinged as his mind forced the raw data into his crystal library, Simmy already floating with the information and helping to sort the flow to the most relevant sections of memory.
Wincing harder, he focused on staying as calm as possible... but damn.
Never activate 'Harmony' in a Realm where so many people are not only psychic, but the air itself is permeated by a field of spirits, memories, and impressions of the past.
Forget languages, he just gained... WAY too much information. On nearly every topic. Even now, Simmy was carefully applying mental locks on entire shelves of information to restrain it for later analysis. Oww.
Right. Galactic Basic Standard, right? Simmy, please get that language alone for now and block the rest of it all until it's needed.
Ice flowed into his veins, cooling and soothing his slightly steaming skeletal structure even as the pain relief helped him find his inner calm.
Right. "Sorry, I couldn't understand any of that." The pause in the previously ignored conversation between children helped him focus on the moment. "Right."
He stood tall, straightened his suit, and held out a skeletal hand for his reforming club. Gripping the orb of fire and using it as a cane, he gave a small smile, his glowing blue eyes helping to light up the still dim room.
He glanced at the blue Twi'lek that had spoken to him originally. "My name in this form is Variance, and I am a hero. Can any of you tell me what is going on right now?"
The girl in robes still stood protectively in front of the crowd, but still gave a weak nod. "Ah. We believe the Temple is under attack." She glanced at the two unconcious padawans on the floor. "Bene and Zett implied it was a Separatist attack, but we saw a red lightsaber trying to cut the door down... so there may be a Sith attacking. Or there had been, before you and the fire thing."
Adam nodded, before turning to look at the door. "Right. Well, with no power I doubt it will be easy to get messages out... then again, if someone is willing to attack a place as famous as this one, there could be a bomb or an orbital strike planned." Which would just be annoying, really. He fed magic into the ocean of fire. Better have full coverage for this part.
Tossing his club into the air and catching it by the non-flaming end, he gave a smile. "So why don't we wake up your two friends here and find a way out of the building first? No reason to stay in such a dreary place like this if we have the option."
One of the younger boys pipped up. "But what if there are more bad guys out there!?"
Adam's smile oozed blue fire, drifting through his crystal filled skull like smoke. "Well... if they get in our way I will just ask them nicely to stand aside."
He turned to the blue flames covering the wall, an absent minded hand gesture ripping the reinforced metal like paper as a path in the fire opened up.
"After all..." Adam began strolling forward. "Most people tend to be reasonable if you ask the right way."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Vonreve, Von to her friends, cautiously motioned for Bene and Zett to be carried by a couple of the oldest and strongest Younglings. Basic force reinforcement would make the process simple enough.
The creature thankfully spoke basic. Surprisingly well, even... was it a robot? Parts of it wasn't connected with anything. Maybe some sort of magnetic attraction or tractor beams or something? It wasn't using the Force to do so.
That was the part that felt the strangest. Energy everywhere, but none of it felt like the Force.
In the middle of their terror, as death neared closest, the saber in the door began sparking blue flames... and everything fell.
Some unknown power pushed EVERYONE down, to the point where Bene and Zett didn't even have time to react. From the way the red saber snapped off, it had made an impact on the Sith attacker as well.
And then fire. Blue fire flowed everywhere. Before they could react, it had covered her and the other children... but it didn't hurt. It just felt warm.
Even now, as she ensured no one was left behind and the supplies were carried in various packs and bags, the fire seemed... playful. It almost seemed to have white eyes hidden within, and every once in a while a small ball of flames would meander away from the walls they passed through and bump into one of the Younglings' ankles, then bob off somewhere.
Wandering along, the skeletal robot had a rambling conversation going on with the group as they burned through the smokeless hallways. She and the others gave their names, and the more mature group tried probing for information from the strange creature... which the robot was very amused to answer. Not that the answers explained much.
The oddity of the situation bothered her, something felt just slightly off. It taunted her, teased her attention... until she noticed what was out of place.
There were signs of damage, of fighting, but no blood or bodies. It was confusing until she realized that the fire was SELECTIVELY burning things, as this 'Variance' walked through a door that just... melted out of the way.
Not into molten goo like with a light saber, it just sort of evaporated. How hot had that flame been!?
She nearly bumped into the skeletal robot's suit when he paused and turned to face her.
His eyes had blue flames dancing within. "Right, this place is way bigger than I expected and I want to get out before some idiot tries to blow the whole building up. Von, do you know which way we should go to get on a vehicle? I am pretty sure getting you guys off planet is the best idea at the moment."
One of the girls was worried. "But we can't leave! What if other Jedi need help?"
Adam sighed. "Well, I did feel several Force users pass out when I arrived, but..." He glanced at Von.
She knew. The other Jedi wouldn't have sent ONLY Padawan Bene to support all the Younglings if they had more options. And that Sith wouldn't have had so much time to try and open the door if the other Jedi had lived to oppose it.
Those passed out Force users must have been Sith or Sith followers.
She focused on emotional control and forced a small smile. "We can help most by ensuring that none of you are hurt and that we are out of danger, so that the Jedi fighting can focus on escape rather than having to protect us."
If any were still alive, that would actually be true. Conflict may be something Jedi warriors could handle, but a combination of body enhancement and battle prediction meant escaping an unwinnable battle was fairly easy. Even if captured, it would be easier to escape without the Younglings being held hostage. And if all the Jedi left, there would be no fight for innocents to be caught up in.
She had some of the Younglings that worked in engineering direct Variance towards the upper floor landing pads. Hopefully at least one ship would be available for escape.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Palpatine restricted a furious howl with experience. "What do you mean everything is on fire!?"
The clone trooper on the video call visibly winced. "Sir, Lord Vader had cleared out all opposition and was near the final objective when something reacted to his weapon."
The video shifted... and the entire structure danced with blue fire. Burning on nothing, burning from nothing, those materials required unreasonable levels of heat just to react, forget supporting actual fires of this size.
He glanced at his various meters and instruments, remotely displayed. He was still stuck in medical after all, and no plans had involved him being treated during such a large operation as this.
The conflict with Jedi Masters Mace Windu, Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin, Kit Fisto had turned out well enough, four dead Jedi and the gain of Skywalker as a tool, but the wounds had been far more than desired.
Matters were only made worse because of an ill timed communication that his tool had overheard about that useless woman Amidala passing away, forcing Palpatine to redirect the massive amount of rage towards the Jedi so as to at least be productive.
At the time, he thought the extra fury would be of great assistance to Vader during his assault, and to a degree that had been true. Dozens of Masters had fallen far ahead of schedule, and Palpatine had been prepared to time the activation of Order 66 at the climax, with the dead and dying children ensuring his complete victory.
Instead, the damn fool had clearly done SOMETHING wrong. He was in a Bacta tank, in a KRIFFING coma, while everything was on FIRE.
He glanced at his tools again. Should he just activate the Order now? He had spent so much power restricting the death echos of those blasted Jedi Masters and Padawans that had died up to this point, just so that the screams of the children would have greater effect.
But not one death since then had been a Youngling or child. Even with the damn building on fire, which should be broadcasting screams and burning flesh, the Force as a whole was being silent.
And... somewhat smug?
He felt a headache raging as he forced himself to stay focused. "How long until the flames can be extinguished?"
The Clone slumped. "Unsure. We attempted to use standard fire suppressants, and they burned. Then the fire burned the devices. And the clones operating them. And the vehicle they arrived on."
The urge to just slaughter the entire division and start from scratch was only held back by urgent time restraints. "How far is this expected to spread?"
The man shifted. "All flames that spread from the temple seem to flow back into it after a certain distance. Theoretically a good chunk of the nearby city should already be ashes. We are very unclear on what to do."
Palpatine was rapidly coming to the conclusion that he had the same problem.
Rich black swirls, spiraling white arcs, and on planets or regions of space with no intelligent life rich grays composed of microscopic patterns of light and dark, dancing in the void.
But for a moment, however short, there was something unexpected.
Coruscant, covered by a city and filled with life, would normally swirl with hope, rage, anger, love, and more at all times. Waves of black force energy would collide with rivers of white, with something like islands representing order or chaos, light or dark, scattered within.
And for years now, something unheard of had been spreading from here.
Order, always a component of the Light, had been enforced on the Dark side. On Chaos.
Like webs, strings of corruption, it had spread through the planet. It became harder to feel calm, to find peace. It became easier to rant, to fault others.
And both sides of the Force hated it.
The Light was oppressed, slowly consumed, and betrayed by Order.
The Dark was restrained, forced to obey, and betrayed by its minions.
And for but a moment, less than a few minutes, it all went odd.
A node of Light, the Jedi Temple, beset by Orderly Dark and screaming in outrage, found an opportunity. An impossible chance.
The ever flowing pattern of Light and Dark bulged outward, as a massive sphere of blue fire swirled in place.
The Order, forced onto the Dark, was strained and being fought at the best of times. But a construct designed to work on set information couldn't handle something so far outside of context. It didn't break, and indeed with the disturbance happening so close to the core of the construct it even managed to adapt to some degree, even if it wasn't able to restrict the flowing power.
However, the invisible cogs of an impossible machine slipped slightly.
It was enough.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The Veil over the Force was not simply a curtain blocking the sunlight, but a weight.
A restraint.
A taint.
Every Jedi in recent years had to grow under it. To fight every moment for but a glimpse of the Light, a moment of self direction and clarity. To use with struggle the gifts that came so simply for the armies of Jedi that existed in the far past.
More complicated abilities collapsed, reducing the powers available to train to basic options. Push and pull, foresight, low level energy absorption, and such. The days of connected to an army and directing the fight became few, the idea of flight or even healing the wounded became legendary.
But for a moment, just an instant, almost every Jedi, adult and young, had a glimpse at the unveiled side of the Force. The Dark didn't fight it, and the Light wasn't obscured.
An instant was enough.
Years of hard work against impossible resistance had honed the abilities of even the 'weakest' of Jedi to unheard of levels.
Full access? No burden?
Unknown to Adam, Jedi everywhere not only realized the traps they were in, but gained instant information about safest routes of escape, easiest methods of sabotage, and most efficient methods to free their mentally enslaved clone followers from being transformed into traitors.
Even as the veil fell again, things were moving as one within the Jedi people.
And unfortunately for the Chancellor Sheev Palpatine, the soon to be declared Emperor of the Republic, the Sith Darth Sidious... well.
These changes were only felt in the Force, and his planet was swirling with blue metaphysical fire.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam glanced at the melted door. That was probably where his physical fire started, and considering the melted metal the damage was intentional.
Not that anyone was trying to break in now.
Just in case, he waved a skeletal hand. Blue flames of magic began flowing through the melted scars in the door, flooding the corridor and spreading through the building.
Hearing reactions from the kids, he tried to give them an innocent smile.
This would have been so much easier with an actual face.
Right, before he went too much farther, this would be a great time to get some language skills.
Absently he activated 'Harmony'... and nearly collapsed.
Clenching his jaw bones while raw pain flooded his body, he forced the power to swap to 'Consumption'. Even so, his soul twinged as his mind forced the raw data into his crystal library, Simmy already floating with the information and helping to sort the flow to the most relevant sections of memory.
Wincing harder, he focused on staying as calm as possible... but damn.
Never activate 'Harmony' in a Realm where so many people are not only psychic, but the air itself is permeated by a field of spirits, memories, and impressions of the past.
Forget languages, he just gained... WAY too much information. On nearly every topic. Even now, Simmy was carefully applying mental locks on entire shelves of information to restrain it for later analysis. Oww.
Right. Galactic Basic Standard, right? Simmy, please get that language alone for now and block the rest of it all until it's needed.
Ice flowed into his veins, cooling and soothing his slightly steaming skeletal structure even as the pain relief helped him find his inner calm.
Right. "Sorry, I couldn't understand any of that." The pause in the previously ignored conversation between children helped him focus on the moment. "Right."
He stood tall, straightened his suit, and held out a skeletal hand for his reforming club. Gripping the orb of fire and using it as a cane, he gave a small smile, his glowing blue eyes helping to light up the still dim room.
He glanced at the blue Twi'lek that had spoken to him originally. "My name in this form is Variance, and I am a hero. Can any of you tell me what is going on right now?"
The girl in robes still stood protectively in front of the crowd, but still gave a weak nod. "Ah. We believe the Temple is under attack." She glanced at the two unconcious padawans on the floor. "Bene and Zett implied it was a Separatist attack, but we saw a red lightsaber trying to cut the door down... so there may be a Sith attacking. Or there had been, before you and the fire thing."
Adam nodded, before turning to look at the door. "Right. Well, with no power I doubt it will be easy to get messages out... then again, if someone is willing to attack a place as famous as this one, there could be a bomb or an orbital strike planned." Which would just be annoying, really. He fed magic into the ocean of fire. Better have full coverage for this part.
Tossing his club into the air and catching it by the non-flaming end, he gave a smile. "So why don't we wake up your two friends here and find a way out of the building first? No reason to stay in such a dreary place like this if we have the option."
One of the younger boys pipped up. "But what if there are more bad guys out there!?"
Adam's smile oozed blue fire, drifting through his crystal filled skull like smoke. "Well... if they get in our way I will just ask them nicely to stand aside."
He turned to the blue flames covering the wall, an absent minded hand gesture ripping the reinforced metal like paper as a path in the fire opened up.
"After all..." Adam began strolling forward. "Most people tend to be reasonable if you ask the right way."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Vonreve, Von to her friends, cautiously motioned for Bene and Zett to be carried by a couple of the oldest and strongest Younglings. Basic force reinforcement would make the process simple enough.
The creature thankfully spoke basic. Surprisingly well, even... was it a robot? Parts of it wasn't connected with anything. Maybe some sort of magnetic attraction or tractor beams or something? It wasn't using the Force to do so.
That was the part that felt the strangest. Energy everywhere, but none of it felt like the Force.
In the middle of their terror, as death neared closest, the saber in the door began sparking blue flames... and everything fell.
Some unknown power pushed EVERYONE down, to the point where Bene and Zett didn't even have time to react. From the way the red saber snapped off, it had made an impact on the Sith attacker as well.
And then fire. Blue fire flowed everywhere. Before they could react, it had covered her and the other children... but it didn't hurt. It just felt warm.
Even now, as she ensured no one was left behind and the supplies were carried in various packs and bags, the fire seemed... playful. It almost seemed to have white eyes hidden within, and every once in a while a small ball of flames would meander away from the walls they passed through and bump into one of the Younglings' ankles, then bob off somewhere.
Wandering along, the skeletal robot had a rambling conversation going on with the group as they burned through the smokeless hallways. She and the others gave their names, and the more mature group tried probing for information from the strange creature... which the robot was very amused to answer. Not that the answers explained much.
The oddity of the situation bothered her, something felt just slightly off. It taunted her, teased her attention... until she noticed what was out of place.
There were signs of damage, of fighting, but no blood or bodies. It was confusing until she realized that the fire was SELECTIVELY burning things, as this 'Variance' walked through a door that just... melted out of the way.
Not into molten goo like with a light saber, it just sort of evaporated. How hot had that flame been!?
She nearly bumped into the skeletal robot's suit when he paused and turned to face her.
His eyes had blue flames dancing within. "Right, this place is way bigger than I expected and I want to get out before some idiot tries to blow the whole building up. Von, do you know which way we should go to get on a vehicle? I am pretty sure getting you guys off planet is the best idea at the moment."
One of the girls was worried. "But we can't leave! What if other Jedi need help?"
Adam sighed. "Well, I did feel several Force users pass out when I arrived, but..." He glanced at Von.
She knew. The other Jedi wouldn't have sent ONLY Padawan Bene to support all the Younglings if they had more options. And that Sith wouldn't have had so much time to try and open the door if the other Jedi had lived to oppose it.
Those passed out Force users must have been Sith or Sith followers.
She focused on emotional control and forced a small smile. "We can help most by ensuring that none of you are hurt and that we are out of danger, so that the Jedi fighting can focus on escape rather than having to protect us."
If any were still alive, that would actually be true. Conflict may be something Jedi warriors could handle, but a combination of body enhancement and battle prediction meant escaping an unwinnable battle was fairly easy. Even if captured, it would be easier to escape without the Younglings being held hostage. And if all the Jedi left, there would be no fight for innocents to be caught up in.
She had some of the Younglings that worked in engineering direct Variance towards the upper floor landing pads. Hopefully at least one ship would be available for escape.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Palpatine restricted a furious howl with experience. "What do you mean everything is on fire!?"
The clone trooper on the video call visibly winced. "Sir, Lord Vader had cleared out all opposition and was near the final objective when something reacted to his weapon."
The video shifted... and the entire structure danced with blue fire. Burning on nothing, burning from nothing, those materials required unreasonable levels of heat just to react, forget supporting actual fires of this size.
He glanced at his various meters and instruments, remotely displayed. He was still stuck in medical after all, and no plans had involved him being treated during such a large operation as this.
The conflict with Jedi Masters Mace Windu, Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin, Kit Fisto had turned out well enough, four dead Jedi and the gain of Skywalker as a tool, but the wounds had been far more than desired.
Matters were only made worse because of an ill timed communication that his tool had overheard about that useless woman Amidala passing away, forcing Palpatine to redirect the massive amount of rage towards the Jedi so as to at least be productive.
At the time, he thought the extra fury would be of great assistance to Vader during his assault, and to a degree that had been true. Dozens of Masters had fallen far ahead of schedule, and Palpatine had been prepared to time the activation of Order 66 at the climax, with the dead and dying children ensuring his complete victory.
Instead, the damn fool had clearly done SOMETHING wrong. He was in a Bacta tank, in a KRIFFING coma, while everything was on FIRE.
He glanced at his tools again. Should he just activate the Order now? He had spent so much power restricting the death echos of those blasted Jedi Masters and Padawans that had died up to this point, just so that the screams of the children would have greater effect.
But not one death since then had been a Youngling or child. Even with the damn building on fire, which should be broadcasting screams and burning flesh, the Force as a whole was being silent.
And... somewhat smug?
He felt a headache raging as he forced himself to stay focused. "How long until the flames can be extinguished?"
The Clone slumped. "Unsure. We attempted to use standard fire suppressants, and they burned. Then the fire burned the devices. And the clones operating them. And the vehicle they arrived on."
The urge to just slaughter the entire division and start from scratch was only held back by urgent time restraints. "How far is this expected to spread?"
The man shifted. "All flames that spread from the temple seem to flow back into it after a certain distance. Theoretically a good chunk of the nearby city should already be ashes. We are very unclear on what to do."
Palpatine was rapidly coming to the conclusion that he had the same problem.
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Execute Order 404: GTFO while you can
Jonn Wolfe
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Fire solves everything.
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