Zalen smirks under his helmet at the Admiral’s expression.

He still wonders what he is there for however, as the Jedi seem to have matters under their control.

' How to turn loyal soldiers against their Admiral?' Zoroku thought as he quickly analyzed the situation, he had no evidence on him it would be difficult but he needed to say something and something quick or they would have to fight their way to the Admiral. " Very well done Admiral, doctoring the footage that the Jedi Had complied on your treason." Zoroku says pointing to the holographic image of the assassination of Stweth that Karath was showing, " The footage is clearly modified , while a meeting between the Jedi and Admiral Stweth did occur, there weren't nearly so many present, as you seem to have added a few too many Padawans." Zoroku gestures to Muu and Oola in the hologram , " Those two Padawans were never there they were in the Jedi Temple at the time, and frankly you forget to mention that your ' Investigation team' was paying off a Mandalorian." He says pausing a second to gauge the reactions of the Soldiers, he had to deceive them, but give them enough of the truth for the lie to turn the soldiers against Karath. "For a Job well done on killing a fellow Admiral. It was my fellow Padawans and I who apprehended them in the act of payment, and when we revealed ourselves to the ' Investigators' they tried to kill this Mandalorian to cover their tracks." He points to Zalen, " As we all know Mandalorians they are Honor bound and Loyal, he would be standing on Karath's side now..." Zoroku says knowing how much the average republic soldier hated the Mandalorians, Karath's associating with the Mandalorian first would Dam him in their eyes. "If it weren't for the fact that he was being used as a tool to implicate the Jedi and absolve himself of the Foerost Attack. Madalorians don't like being stabbed in the back. " He makes contact with the Soldiers, "Neither should Soldiers of the Republic."

Karath's smirk widens as he listens in silence to Zoroku. "Desperate words in your final hour jedi. It will not be so easy to turn patriots against the republic, as you and your order have done. Your claims have no evidence, no founding in truth. These men before you are soldiers of the republic, each and everyone one of them served to protect this galaxy while you hid in your temples, and now you would try to turn them against one of their own, flanked by our old enemy. This ends now". Looking down through the holo-projector, Karath nods to a man near the front of the barricade. "Captain, apprehend these traitors".

Oh please. Stop your whining Karath. You know full well you hired me, your just too scared to face your own mistakes. Want me to show my evidence?

The mandalorian then taunted as he tilted his head, so he seemed to look down on the male.

Karath's face twists for a moment in frustration, just for a moment. He quickly regains his composure as he straightens out the front of his uniform. "Enough of this. Words are cheap, and something your jedi place too much stock in. Captain, carry out your duty".

However, when the order is given, the men do not move. Karath turns fully to face the officer at the head of the defence, his voice hardening. "Captain, you were given an order".

The veteran looks up at the hologram, clearly uncertain with the words of the jedi. "Sir, I don't think-"

"Lieutenant, take command!" Karath shouts, truly losing his composure as he spins to face a new soldier. Stepping forward with a slight limp, Zoroku recognises one of the survivors from their last battle. With a sinister grin, the man raises his pistol.

"Gladly sir".

As the lieutenant raises his pistol, a number of the jedi ignite their lightsabers in preparation, ready for battle. "Hold! Hold!" Vash shouts as she holds a hand out to stay the jedi, but it is too late. The defenders of the building raise their pistols and rifles as they hunker down behind their barricades.

"You see? The jedi want a fight, let's give them a fight!" the lieutenant shouts to the others. Most of the others there seem to be just a ready to fight, but a small number of those near the captain are yet to raise their weapons. They seem to be unsure of which side to take.

"No one needs to get hurt, we are just here for Kara-" Master Vash is cut off as she tries to diffuse the situation as the lieutenant squeezes the trigger of his pistol. The blue bolt of plasma launches into the mass of jedi, but is easily deflected by Vrook as he ignites his lightsaber with a deft movement.

For a moment, the tension is almost visible in the air, as both sides freeze. Then, as one, both sides begin the battle in earnest. Blue and red plasma is flung at the jedi, as the robed guardians charge forwards, sabers ignited.

As the battle rages outside of the admiralty, a number of men and women clad in a dark blue uniform with a black blast vest strapped over the top opened fire on Zoroku. They were dressed in the same uniform that Varn had been wearing, perhaps a part of the investigation team? Firing wildly into the gathering of jedi, a number of shots smash into the chiss's armour. Fortunately he is relatively unharmed, for a moment he feels the pull of the darkside. Under attack from the republic, after everything that he had done for it? How could they!

A number of the orange and black clad soldiers open fire with their rifle, this time aiming at the mandalorian, a chosen enemy for many soldiers here today. The shots miss fortunately, but the sheer impact of the plasma slamming into the ground flings great chunks of rock up onto the warrior, knocking him back with a rough blow to the chest.

Corouscant Law Enforcement Combat Check : 3eP+1eD+1eS 1 success, 1 threat, 1 Triumph

Does 7 base damage to Zoroku, 1 disadvantage added from weapon, disadvantage spent to give Zoroku free maneuver, triumph spent to activate critical injury

Critical Injury : 1d100 27 Discouraging wound, flip destiny point to the dark side.

Naval Security Combat Check : 3eP+1eD+1eS 0 successes, 4 advantage
Advantage spent to stagger Zalen for 1 turn.

Corouscant had always been unsettling to him. It was the people and the pace. To many people. To fast of pace. Oh yes, and the politics. Politics, someone always has to bring them up. Especially when it came to Revan and the Mandalorian Wars.

In the far..far..far future a war would be fought that would change the history of the entire galaxy and give birth to an Imperial Empire. They would call it the "Clone Wars." Many Jedi in the future would talk about defying the Jedi council because they did not agree with the Council's decision to participate in the "Clone Wars." Many would indeed talk....but at the present Jemech had done it. Jemech and his master had defied the council and took up arms with Revan and Malak.

After docking his Aurek Tactical Starfighter, Jemech Unduli heard rumors about a disturbance at the admiralty involving the Jedi. If this was true, "Dey call us r'eckless."

Tensions were already rising when Jemech arrived on the outskirts of the admiralty center. Jemech heard Master Vash attempt to calm things down, then all heck broke lose. Blaster bolts & lightsabers being ignited...

"Ah. Just like de outer 'im." Jemech couldn't help shaking his head with a smile and scoff. An orange lightsaber ignited from his forearm. The saber made a soft buzzing hum, like a gentle yawn after a long nap. "Easy dere. Let's try and avoid to much blood shed today." Jemech said to his weapon before carefully wading into the fray.

As the mandalorian blasts into the air, he is quickly taken out of range of the soldiers rifles, leaving the jedi as their primary target. "Focus your fire, call your targets!" one officer shouts as a squad takes aim at Zoroku. Despite their best efforts to wound the jedi, in the chaos of the battle, the shots aimed at the chis go wide or are easily blocked. However, as Zoroku comes under attack he is forced to focus on his defence, making pressing ahead in the combat all the harder for it.

As Jemech joins the frey, they are able to move into the jedi forces easily enough. Looking like one of their own, no one seems to notice the late entry, for now at least. The former jedi can see a number of members who would certainly recognise him if they had the time to focus.

Naval Security Squad 1 : 3eP+1eA+1eD+1eS 1 failure, 5 advantage

Does 0 damage to Zoroku, advantage spent to upgrade difficulty of Zoroku's next check.

Having been hit just barely with a glancing shot and being the only target of the soldiers now that Zalen retreated back to fire at his foes from a distance, Zoroku immediately started to focus his Jedi sense out around him at the oncoming bolts. Using the new information his senses he safely engaged the very squad of men who fired at him last, he blocked several bolts as he approached. He figured that it would be tougher for the soldiers to fire on him if he was right on top of them.

Armatta runs a gauntlet of defenders in a show of Force-enhanced athleticism, and pauses at the Admiralty Building's main door. With a wry grin, she thinks: I really hope that the others will catch up with me - I don't want to be the only target for any defenders inside! Plus I'm not sure if a mere padawan is allowed to make this arrest ...

Stumbling around a corner comes Oola.

"Don't worry everyone I'm........... ugh............ bleh.......... I'm here!"

She raises her hand and lets it wobble for a few seconds before the usual purple/pink sparks leap from its finger tips and flail around before settling into a cage like structure and surrounding the troops she...... thought..... were on her side?

"Yep all fine now. Anyone have any caff on them? I think I might have a slight headache."

(Hope you guys mind me channeling my inner "Gambit.")

Wading his way through the Jedi, Jemech tries his best to not be noticed. Since he was one who followed Revan into war, Jemech was taking a great risk in returning. He observed that none of the Jedi were attacking yet. An attractive female Twi'lek stumbled around the corner and managed to raise a dome around the Jedi forces, offering protection to them. Jemech considered jumping under the dome as well...that was until he saw Armatta Tano'bi out of the corner of his eye.

"Sacre bleu!! Chere! Wat 're you doin?" Jemech yelled in his accent.

An old friend was an old friend. More importantly, a friendly face was a friendly face especially in the capitol of the core worlds.

Jemech chased after Armatta with his lightsaber ignited. His LS was projecting a soft hum. Straight ahead he saw 9 naval security forces between him and Armatta. One of the Naval forces had been shot and killed. Whomever killed that security guard might have some heat on them later. But for now...

Jemech combined the force with his natural strength to perform a proficient somersault over the security forces. Jemech landed on his feet like a male gymnast dismounting from the rings. He landed right next to Armatta Tano'bi and shot her a wink.

"'Ello chere, 'ave no fear. Jemech Unduli is 'here. Don't 'tink you can get into 'rouble without me."

The jedi are making great headway as they force they way though the republic soldier ranks. Throwing soldiers back with the force, disarming them with their lightsabers, so far they have inflicted no casualties. However it is becoming increasingly difficult to keep the actions restrained. Those forces that have not turned against Karath were shooting to kill, determined to drive the jedi back from the door at seemingly any cost.

However Oola's cage saves a number of lives, much to the surprise of the jedi and the men she was protecting. "Oola! What are you doing here?" Vrook would bellow across the battlefield as he sees the power in use.

As two of them make it to the door, there is the roar of engines above the jedi. Looking up, they would be able to see the mandalorian jetting away into the sky. It seems that his loyalty had run thin.

In the mean time, some of the corouscant security and naval defence force turn to face the jedi who had leapt past them. "Stop them! Don't let them inside!" With that they open fire with their weapons. With the jedi out in the open, the defenders are able to land a number of good shots before they can try to open the door. Armatta in particular takes a nasty blow to the back as they reach the door. "That's it boys! Force them back!" a sergeant shouts as the soldiers focus their fire.

Those that Zoroku had closed in on tried to move back out of the deadly reach of his lightsaber, but are unable to thanks to their defences. "Fire! Fire!" one screams, panicking as they try to cut the jedi down. As Zoroku wades into their midst the soldiers fire frantically in front of them, a few shots scraping against the jedis arms and shoulder as they do.

Late to the party, as he often is with Mistress Oola, Kai-wan follows suit. Making his way to the freshly-cut entrance in leaps and bounds...

It does not take K-1SO’s exceptional language programming to discern the unique dialect projecting over the surrounding chaos. Jemech Unduli, from the war..? And then, of course, he proceeds to sing his name in the third person, as is his wont. “Master Unduli it is you! So good to hear your voice,” the security droid says, and means it.

In his haste, he is a bit worse for wear, but he makes it. Surveying the scene, he refuses to progress further without Oola. “Come Mistress, your destiny awaits.” The Mirialan’s poetic turn of phrase is contagious, it seems.

Athletics (Conditioned removes setback) : 3eA+2eD 3 successes, 1 threat

Over ten blaster bolts are fired at Jemech. Due to the sheer volume it is almost impossible to dodge them all. Jemech brings up the defensively minded guard shoto lightsaber hilt and with incredible skill, reflects all of the blaster bolts coming his way. Reminiscent of the great Bruce Lee wielding a pair of Nun chucks in the movie Return of the Dragon.

After deflecting the last blaster bolts, Jemech twirls his lightsaber up and down his left forearm before turning around and slicing the entrance way into the Admiralty building wide open with one smooth cleave. The sound of a lightsaber destroying metal resonates for a brief moment above all of the blaster fire.

“Master Unduli it is you! So good to hear your voice,” a voice comes from somewhere.

Jemech scans the area. Even though the chaos a Arakyd Industries Prototype security droid stick out like a sore thumb. The seven-foot Kai-Wan approaches!

“Mon Dieu! Are Jemech’s eyes playin’ tricks on ‘im?! Good to hear your voice as well mon ami! Ah’ hope you and I are in da same side on dis one!”

First Armatta, now Kai. It was a risk coming to the capitol…one that was paying off at the sight of old companions.

As Jemech slices through the main entrance with incredible deftness, the huge slab of metal creaks before falling inwards to provide a new path for the jedi. The pair by the door are faced by the now abandoned lobby of the building, a huge marble affair lined with cubicles one bustling with secretaries and other business. Now it lay empty as the nob-combat staff had long since fled the scene. The question was of course where to go next. The building was large, and Karath could be anywhere, if he was even still here. There was no time for an in depth search though, action was required. As the former jedi opens the door, he can hear a should from the guard outside. "They've breached the door! Stop them at any cost!"

Using their position against them and being well defended by his sensory ability and Oola's timely shelld Zoroku presses his advantage to fight the soldiers before him. Deflecting a bolt that aimed for his head he disarms a soldier before knocking him out with a swift kick to the head. Following that up he slices the gun of another soldier's in two and then grazes the next man on his legs, just enough so that the pain would be too much to stand on.

"Jemech! Good to see you - long time no see and all that! And you even opened the door for me. So kind of you!" Armatta grins happily at the mirialan, before ducking inside the now "open" door and making her way out of the line of fire (wincing a bit at the pull on her wounds).

She looks around for an accessible computer. "We need to find out where the Admiral's office is, not to mention security bottlenecks and possible escape routes - for either him or us if necessary. It'd be great to find a security station ..."

Armatta finds both the building's general floorplan and the locations of the security checkpoints on a lobby computer.

She also tries to catch her breath while doing so, but her adrenaline is still running high and she is unsuccessful at that secondary goal.

Oola bends over and retches onto the street. The cage of purple energy dissipates as her concentration slips from controlling the force.

Jemech looks around the office building looking to reinforce the door with cover in case the security attacks from the outside.

The best thing he can find is some of the desks. Going over, jemech doesn’t have the strength to reinforce the door right away.

Jemech closes his eyes...searching for the force. Hurt...anger...jealousy...

”No...” jemech shakes his head. “Not ‘gain.”

Realizing the doorway will not be reinforced this round. Jemech takes cover behind one of the walls awaiting for the security to come to them.

While Zoroku manages to restrain himself in his attacks against his foes, he hears the flutter of wings to one side as a strange looking jedi rushes to his aid. He would recognise the toydarian from around the temple, though they had rarely spoken in the past. It is clear that this is not he jedi's forte as he slashes for one of the naval security officers, but he manages to cleave a rifle in half before knocking him back with the force. Panting a little he nods to Zoroku, perhaps to try and encourage his ally. However as he is distracted one of the soldiers leaps atop the barricade and brings the butt of his rifle crashing down on the head of the padawan. Knocking the toydarian out of the air the soldier gives a shout of celebration. "I got one! Stay down jedi!"

Perhaps emboldened by the jedi's restrain, the defence force continue to fight tooth and nail for the ground they held. Seeing Oola in difficulty doubled over in the street, the police officers take the opportunity of an easy target. Firing with their pistols they manage to score some well places shots on the padawan. Through the ice cold pain Oola would hear someone shouting her name, and could just about make out the image of Vrook fighting his way back through the crowd towards her. Meanwhile the enemy continue to take advantage of the jedi's disadvantage. "Shoot to kill! Get to them before they can take you out!"

Slowen Combat Check : 4eA+3eD 3 successes, 3 threat

Does 8 base damage to Naval Security Squad 2, disadvantage spent to be knocked prone.

Corouscant Law Enforcement Combat Check : 3eP+2eD+1eS 4 successes, 1 advantage
Does 10 base damage to Oola, atvantage spent to pass boost to ally.

Turning to open fire on the jedi that had made it into the building. However in their efforts an number of stray shots slam into the ceiling above them. With a creaking crash a number of chunks of masonry come hurtling down straight onto Jemech.He would feel the plasteel smash onto his shoulders and back with a sickening crunch. It would take some time to shift the rubble and get back into the fight. "Careful! We're not meant to destroy the building you idiot!"

Meanwhile those soldiers that were facing against Zoroku struggle to even land a blow on him as she try to strike at him with the rifles in a desperate attempt to keep him at bay. Although they ultimately failed, they did provide something of a distraction for the other soldiers.

Naval Security Combat Check : 1eP+2eA+1eC+4eS 0 successes, 1 threat, 1 Triumph

Missed Boost Dice : 1eB 1 success
Does 10 base damage to Jemech, triumph spent to stagger him for 1 round.

Naval Security Combat Check : 1eP+2eA+1eC+1eD+2eS 3 failures, 1 advantage
Fails to hit Zoroku, advantage spent to pass boost to ally.

Mistress Oola is in trouble! Seeing his companion being set upon by the opportunistic graycoats, Kai-wan snaps into action, politely excusing himself from his old comrade. “Pardonne-moi, mon vieil ami.”

Wading back into the thick of it- more leaping into the fray, truly- one might see his photoreceptors shine a bit more brightly, as the short yellow-orange plasma blade flickers to life at the end of his staff. “Kark tha police!” The droid shouts, feeling somewhat less polite now, as he mercilessly lays into the uniformed men assaulting his mistress.

Melee attack from short range w/destiny flip : 3eP+2eD 1 success

"Jemech, please don't get yourself killed," Armatta mutters almost absentmindedly as she works with the computer. "Yours is the only familiar and friendly face that I've seen here so far."

She successfully slices the computer system so that the floor turret defences are disabled for the floor containing the Admiral's office.

As she focuses on her task, she mutters a Jedi koan to herself, "chaos, yet harmony" , but the adrenaline is still pumping through her system and no inner calm is achieved.

Zoroku seeing that several Jedi were attempting to around the troops that were inbetween them and the Admiral decided he would try to take some of the fire off of them and onto himself. First however he would need take care of the squad before him, kneeing the first remains soldier in the stomach Zoroku winds the louder giving him the room he needed to deal with the other, slicing the blaster the second soldier was using in two then cracking him in the head with the butt of his lightsaber would make short work of him. Turning back to the winded Soldier Zoroku would kick the ,man in the jaw with enough force to launch him back a foot. Once the last of the squad he engaged was unconscious Zoroku moves on to the next squad of Law enforcement aligned with the Traitorous Admiral hoping to draw their attention away from the Jedi attempting to enter and apprehend the Admiral.