WHO: Alema Rar WHAT: Causing Havoc courtesy of a Flagg instigated plan. WHERE: Mainframe Building of the LA ERS - Emergency Response System. Yes folks, as of this log, its down. No co ordinated rescue services, citywide. WHEN: Late Monday Night RATING: R, She gets violent, STATUS: Complete!
The Twi'lek was ready for her mission, dressed in a black skintight jumpsuit and carrying no other weapon than her silver bladed lightsaber and...well she supposed the little disc counted as a weapon against the city at any rate. With these happy thoughts in her head, Alema Rar approached the building.
Flagg had given her what she needed to get inside.She knew the guard would be changing, any minute now.
This would be so much fun, the people of the city screaming for help when none would come, the good and the honorable already overworked. Better than lights and holos anyway. Flagg was clever, even if he was human. Or...whatever he was.
Sure enough it wasn't long before she sensed the human guard, on his way to allow the other guard to leave. She allowed her mind to find his, amused to find it weak and pliable, With a delighted giggle Alema made a motion with her hand "You are not working tonight"
Then man shook his head, pausing in his steps "What am I doing, I'm not working tonight"
"You should go home"
"I should go home" he repeated, and abruptly turned back the way he had come. Alema shrugged, she had let him live, killing him was needless and he had not seen her, Not to mention the less of the Dark Side of the Force she could use in this attack the better. She knew Skywalker might sense her presence here, or Jacen.
Alema wondered briefly did she want that. The Jacen that she had met when he had answered the call was different, so different from the boy she had known. Darker, and almost...
It was indefinable but it was there. But tonight was not the time. No tonight she had a mission that any interferance by him would surely ruin. It was for another night. She made her presence in the Force slippery and indefinable as Lomi Plo had been teaching her and continued up the path to the guard house. He was looking at his watch and clucking irritably. He wanted to go home, he hated his job, didn't much like his life either. This would be a mercy killing.
"We think that we are lost" she explained her voice all silk and goodness. And yet the man was reaching for a blaster. With a wave of her hand the blaster was gone, far too far out of his reach.
"Tell us the building acsess code" she told him, this one was stronger willed than the last, but as like all, the very thing he so feared her knowing came unbidden to the top of his mind. Alema moved across to him leaning in to kiss the human and finally with another constricting of her fingers he was dead.
"We are grateful, even if you now will never know it"
The computer screens and cameras showed the dark Jedi the location of the other guards, where the cameras were. Cameras would not be an issue, she knew, as she allowed a small tendril of lightning to escape her, one jolt right into the works and the cameras would be gone.
She wondered how long it would take them to notice. Especially as the lights around were still out.
She left the guards quarters and made her way up to the building proper, typing in the code quickly and quietly, the guard had not been able to decieve her.
She thought back to the map she'd been given and turned left on to a corridor. Taking her time, moving slowly so as to avoid guards, there was no sense in being seen if any of the workers managed to escape her wrath she made her way to the room containing the hub of the computer system. It too was locked, and coded. In need of a card it seemed.
She closed her eyes streching out with the Force to the room inside. One presence, a young woman. Working a night shift. It would do. Alema projected into her mind a very very strong urge to get a cup of caf. A very strong urge. It took a few moments, this was an intelligent woman, but with eventual victory Alema felt the woman stand, move to the door and open it, and that was when she sprang, moving quickly inside closing the door behind them.
Alema watched the woman crawl for a moment, almost amused, she was trying to sound an alarm. Alema held her with the Force.
"What are you doing?" asked the woman as Alema moved toward the main computer looking for the slot Flagg had indicated to upload the virus.
"We are...fulfilling a promise. A mission. This is a rather strong and deadly computer virus. It will infect all of the systems shutting down the entire grid. No one will have any help"
"Thats sick...thats...This more....Magneto....you work for this Magneto guy?"
Alema shook her head, "Oh no little scientist, We work for us...but we cannot take the credit for this one, this was part of a greater design than even we would have considered, we would explain our plan further to you in detail but soon you will be dead and we will have wasted time. We do not like that, wasting time.
"What the fu..."
Alema giggled as she finally inserted the disc and pressed the relevant keys Flagg had told her would send the little virus on its way.
She regarded the woman again, as she leaned against the mainframe.
"You don't fear us do you? You fear for the city. For the people that will not now have help. You are a good woman. Its why we wish you could live. Really we do. You would be an asset in restoring things, But you have seen us, and we are very distinctive. Don't feel bad though. None of your co workers are leaving here tonight.
"Why?" asked the woman again, held in a vicious Force grip.
"We lost them. Gorog" said Alema, her voice shaking "We cannot hear them and we are so alone, so very alone. Now...we will not be the only one grieving, the only one alone. Do you have family?"
"A kid...I have a kid..."
"...Jordy, Jordy is six...he lives...in Santa Monica with you and your husband. He will miss you"
"How do you...you stay away fom..."
"We lost our sister, lost her in a war. Wars have casulties you know...people die, faceless people just doing their jobs like you were tonight. Did you not realize you were in a war?"
"Please don't hurt Jordy please don't..."
"He is a boy. He is a youngling and unlike some Jedi we could name we find the thoughts of their slaughter abhorrant. Your boy will live, he may even grow up stronger from the loss"
With that the woman's tears grew louder and wilder and Alema grew bored. A Force slam against the wall snapped the woman's neck.
And the virus had found its way into the system.
Now the building was hers.
Alema decided a fire was best. She followed the instructions Flagg had given her to destroy the machine, knowing a fire here would quickly spread and made her way to the small window in the far side of the room, It was not large, but large enough for a dancer to squeeze through.
The doors to the building would not open again.
Alema giggled wildly as the electrics began to sizzle and fry under her ferocious lightsaber assault. Her silver blade swung wildly fueled by her anger and rage and grief and loss . It was the wild fury she had allowed herself to unleash wildly on occasion in the city, but she focused her mind on balancing her presence in the Force, making it slippery, indefinable even to another Jedi. She could have been anywhere in the city, doing anything.
She had too many plans for the Jedi called Ben and for Jacen Solo to allow that to fall apart now. Jaina would cry over the darkness in her brother. She would weep bitterly and balance would be served.
She slipped through the window, wincing slightly at the tight squeeze. Had she been wearing more, she suspected she would not have made it.
She used the Force to slow her landing, and fell lightly into a crouched position below, and allowed herself a moment to focus on the fear, she could taste the fear of those inside
"Embrace the pain" she muttered to herself allowing herself to giggle at them. Caged beasts is all they were. Alema left the scene chaos in her wake and her head swimming with such delicious thoughts of the grief it would cause.
Deserved grief.
Everyone needed to feel it, grow stronger from it.