A Friend's Embrace
"Master Othello, I think you might enjoy this." Pushing the door open, you step into the room, where a huge collection of shattered droids and droid parts surrounds a dais where Yavin IV shines golden, blue lights stream from it to five sectors. Is this-Oh stars.
"Any idea what it might mean?" Galen Marek, from his position to your left, looks at you, as your face goes pale.
"To destroy the Sith Lord Exar Kun, the Jedi hounded him to the Yavin Four, where they destroyed by space bombardment. The planet's surface died for it, however, and so a plan was devised to rebuild the shattered moon's life. A city was built, under the largest continent, where the Jedi could do their work. Eventually, once that work was done, the city was left for unknown, oft theorized reasons. The Masters who had spent so long working there, would scatter to the four winds, heading where they were needed, most of them Watchmen. If I am correct, and I hope to the Force I am, these are where the archives of knowledge from that city are stored, every ounce of data, every historical factoid, everything we lost and more when Palpatine destroyed Coruscant. Naal Fil Avok! These would predate the first Purge, everything lost when Scion, Nihlus, and Traya banded together! It is of paramount importance that we secure them. Someone find me a scrap of paper, so I can write these down!"
Pen and paper in hand, you scribble down the five systems in quick succession. "Bothawui System, System THX 1138, Generis System, Kelvore System and Home System. Right." Looking up, you can feel something stirring in the Force as you hear the sounds of fire die in the Brig. Heading for the second elevator, you punch in the codes. You hear a sound like shattering glass, and rush out of the elevator, to see victory. An aged Mon Calamari Jedi holding a green saber, attending to the wounds of the fallen soldiers, while ten Jedi, carrying uniformly blue sabers, also attend to the wounded on both sides. The Purge survivors start as one. Kanan rushes past, embracing the Mon Cal. "
Master Kerrshnek, you survived!"
"Indeed I did. Something tells me you are here for more pressing matters, so if you do not mind, I think we should perhaps focus on doing that, yes?"
Finally, you head for the Armory, thirty-thousand Mon Cal and Quarren Militia men around you, along with the remains of Nova and Spectre, reinforced by the AT-STs and soldiers from Kee-Piru. Your men, it seemed, have managed to secure enough weapons to arm the militia, and more to point, you now outnumber the Stormtroopers at least two-to-one, possibly more. That being said, they have, all of them, moved to reinforce the Infirmary, refusing to leave their comrades-in-arms behind. Each moment you do not attack, is a moment they can reinforce with turrets and entrench themselves, and cost your men lives. You have them besieged, and nothing can get in or out, but this cannot take too long, or reinforcements will arrive.
[] Attempt to convince them to surrender. Enough blood has been shed today.
[] Attack them, move them, now, before they can further entrench.