Center for Planetary Defence and Security.

[lotvashai]

Standing surprsingly tall amid the worlds various high-top cliffs and abyss-like sinkholes, was the planetary defence building. It's weapons emplacements and shield generators all protected by ones of their own, it would have been naive to believe that the people that were native to this sinkhole world were anything but concscious of the threats that awaited them out there in the galaxy. The building was part of a large, sprawling compound, combined with millitary and government buildings that were every bit as ornate as they were functional. They had stood the test of time and lasted two wars, though there was rarely anything on world that had existed before the clone wars era, this place seemed to retain a sense of age, though never weakness.

Sharp angluar edges jutted out from the clifface and reached up with elongated duracrete fingers into the skies, as if to grasp at the atmosphere beyond the edge of the sinkholes they stood in - they were every bit the picture of filth and hideousness to the one viewing it all from a short distance away, just outside the main security gate.

Tall and slender, and dressed in the garb of a government official, Lotva Shai prodded and rubbed at the near vicinity of her cheekbones, smoothing out the unruly ooglith masquer with small circling motions absent mindedly, the shapers had rushed this particular one, mainly because the government official she now impersonated, had been such and uncooperative captive, becoming wise to their game early, and disfiguring herself to make the deed more taxing. Notably worthy, had the efforts not been for such futile means, but Lotva Shai had granted the now deceased infidel a choice of death - a far more honourable option than simple disposal of waste - out of acknowledgement for their efforts.

Casually, though with an air of crisp poise about her, she presented her identichip to the sentry outside the the gate's checkpoint, then placed her hand - disdainfully - against the abominable scanner for varification. The shapers had been proficient in their task, replicating almost every detail of the official's anatomy exactly. The Intendant might have appreciated the fine work, had she not been adorned with the features of said infidel at present, but the deception was necessary; once inside she could make contact with operatives who had been in place for almost one standard Klekket now, gradually working away at their plans and setting the stage for what would be a spectacular end to this world as the native infidel populace knew it.

She near shook with excitement, barely managing to keep the adrenaline from causing her to do something completely out of character. Years worth of discipline encouraged her otherwise.

The abomination, she had placed her hand upon, made a teeth-jarring wirring noise of mechanics, then lit up green, indicating a match with the correct identichip. The sentry checked this against the small holo the chip had also brought up for ID purposes, then nodded before pulling the chip out of the mechanical deadlife he was using to view it's information, then handed it to Lotva Shai.
In that brief moment of exchange, their hands brushed and it was more than she could do not to grasp ahold of that passing hand and break each and every one of it's blasphemous digits. But again, restraint was prudent, and thankfully prevailent too.

She smiled pleasantly, alluringly, the corners of the masquer tugging up on her own, natural lips beneath before she turned away and stepped through the opening gates. Through the creature she had implanted herself with prior to coming here, a chilab, the warrior she had appointed with the task of leading the assault on this compound would see all. The images were being relayed in real time, back to a tactical villip able to portray everything she saw...and she hoped he was getting a good view, because he would need to memorize this place when she set things into motion.

Her destination was simple, once she had located the infiltrators inside, they would head to the sheild generators, kill the crew monitoring them and then destroy what they could. At the same time, K'litch Vang would be preparing the assault on the compound from above, throwing the worlds defences into chaos.

Of course, this did pose a significant risk to herself, particularly if she did not get clear of the hideous built-things before they were turned to smoldering rubble...but needs must, and she did the gods work here, what was her life but to serve them?

[K'litch Vang]

Way passed the opening of the sinkhole, three Yuuzhan Vong warriors run across Utapau's arid and windswept surface in an attempt to gather their Yorik-ets for their mission. The sun of the cursed planet signaled it to be midday exactly, the warriors had to move fast. K'litch Vang leads the pack as the warriors run across the dry dead landscape of Utapau, secretly telling himself that this world will be much better as soon as the Yuuzhan Vong terraform the world but that is a thought for the future.

As soon as the three warriors arrive at the mouth of the long uninhabited sinkhole, Vang scans its ridges to look for the hidden corralskippers. It takes a moment even for K'litch Vang's trained eyes but right below the ridge, a bit passed the far side, hung three Yorik-et fighters. Each one appears like a rock against the backdrop of the sinkhole wall with the only thing giving it away is slightly shimmering ganglia that draws off the rocks for the Torik-ets nourishment. K'litch motions to the other warriors and they begin to move to the far side, at the double quick step it takes them several minutes to get there.

As they reach the edge of the sinkhole, each warrior locates the ganglia openings to their proper craft and begin walking down the fleshy steps to the Yorik-et below. Each warrior gives the Yorik-et a slight touch and the living ship allows them access. As Vang slips into his fighter he grabs the Tall-Yor and slips it on to begin communicating with his ship. The hood tells him that the other pilots are ready to go and with that the three fighters disengage from the ganglia and shoot up into Utapau's heavens, staying close and diping back to the surface of the arid landscape. They flew with perpose now, the will of the Yun-O would be carried out this day and it would be on grand display.

[lotvashai]

Security in the built thing that housed all primary and some secondary communications systems, was woefully lax, Lotva Shai reflected upon this as she passed a minor security check to enter the building that housed the receivers and trasmitter arrays. The whole room was blasphemously alive with the thrum and noise of mechanical abominations going about their work, even some of the personnel were abominations themselves, such hideous mockeries of life being charged with the tasks of their utan masters, who were too lazy and stupid to even bother with these menial tasks themselves. It was a crying shame, for she would have delighted in the chance to sacrifice a few infidels to the gods before potentially meeting her own death head on. This too, would be a shame, she had rather hoped to stick around and see through Azca's cleansing and ascent to worthiness. But if it was the gods will, then it was already done, set in motion.

Without reproach, she climbed the nearest stairwell, skin crawling beneath the ooglith masquer that covered every inch of her, as the cold-lifelessness of the durasteel crept through, permeating the masquers layer and seeping into her own flesh. This was how operatives became tainted, she knew, and she too would be required to go through a lengthy cleansing if she returned from this. The notion was encouraging, she would luxuriate in that pain.

The abominations would not be an issue in dealing with, as when she set up the rather estute little biot she had planned to plant here, they would be destroyed during the straffing run on the compound. Her work would merely make certain that Utapau was cut off, communicatively, from the rest of the galaxy for long enough to make this whole mission a success. Today was a good day to be Yuuzhan Vong, and finally she felt that she once again had true purpose. But it was not wise to get ahead of ones self, the true slog would come in trying to subdue an entire populace who had strong resistance during the initial invasion. Fortuitously they had not ever suffered an occupation during such times, unfortunately for the people of this world, they were about to discover first hand, what that was like.

"Hova scem."

The words, though catching her by surprise, did not make the Consul jump, she had long since managed to control her actions in regards to her feelings and so when she turned to face the owner of the voice, she did so with a mask of calm settled upon her all too human features. Smiling, she met the gaze of another, a male, standing ever so slightly taller than herself: like her, he spoke Yuuzhan Vong.

"Hova, was it done?" She returned, she knew a masquered Yuuzhan Vong when she saw one, something the citizens of this galaxy had not yet mastered.

"It was...I placed the slicebugs inside the coolant abominations, they will react to the signal creature you have brought with you." He said confidently, inclining his head slightly. Both kept their voices lowered, the abominations around them unlikely had auditory sensors, most appeared to be operated by a central control system, as their soul purpose was to monitor and maintain, not to communicate. But it never hurt to be cautious.

Lotva Shai spread her masquers recreated lips wide, unsheathing a broken smile of jagged and sharpened teeth.
"Excelent, you have done well, I will do what is necessary, you must go-" She explained, handing the operative another signal creature, roughly spherical and large enough that it fit in the palm of his hand nicely, vaguely resembling a villip, but more gelatinous. "- find the shield generating abominations and do likewise, when you are certain all is prepared, contact me, I will relay this to those observing my chilab."

The operative nodded, but did not dare offer salute, not here, anyone could have been watching via a security feed, which was why Lotva Shai chose her location carefully, pressed tight to the wall where a monitoring station's camera kept a close watch on the entire plantroom. Dilligently she stroked the little signal biot to life, watching it unfurl sinewously. It would only be a matter of seconds before the slicebugs did what they were designed to do, they had been specially engineered to eat away at artificial substances and abominable materials, making them particularly useful for breaking down infidel creations in worldshaping. They were ideally suited to this purpose too.

[K'litch Vang]

While the skyline of the desertic planet races passed the three Yorik-ets as they hug the horizon, Vang and his fellow warrior maintain a close formation to keep their stealth on approach. The attack on the Defense Center will require precision and timing and the time was getting closer. When the mouth of the Pau City sinkhole appears through the Tall-Yor, the three fighters split and head off in different directions, Vang's wingmen heading to the right and left sinkhole with Vang heading up the middle.

Vang feels the rush come over him but shows little of it outwardly, his mind is on his vision and the Yun-O grand scheme. Vang leans back and takes the Yorik-et into a steep climb for the inviting clouds. This would bring the Center's defensive abominations on-line and warn them of an unknown presence. Soon Vang's cognition hood lets him know that his fellow pilots have started their climbs as well, soon the infidel's screams would praise the Slayer.

Once the Yorik-ets reach the apex of their climb, the three fighters tip their noses down and enter an almost suicidal dive towards the sinkhole. Vang knows that in a matter of moments the infidels will open fire with their abominate turbolasers on the three fighters. He also knows that when that happens, the infidels will have made their first mistake and signaled the beginning of the planet's purging. He readies his fighter for a strafing run and prepares to fulfill the will of the Yun-O.

[lotvashai]

It was not long before Lotva Shai received the confirmation she required, her counterpart had managed to do as had been asked of him, in mere seconds the worlds defences would be compremised, she need only wait for the opening salvo - this had been far too easy, she thought to herself with a devious glee, the foolish infidels had thought that just because they had been safe before that they would continue to be. But how could they be? Especially when they had abseloutely no experience in dealing with things such as this, those who had were either dead or dying...

And soon every single one of this worlds inhabitants would join them.

The sound of turbolaser fire ripped through the air like the roar of a bloodthirsty vua'sa, signalling the beginning of the end for this world, K'litch Vang and his chosen were right on time, and so too was it time to let him know what had occurred planet side.

Reaching across to the pocket of the abominable deadlife she wore, her hand found quick purchase around the spherical form of a tactical villip, it would display no features, only replicating her voice, but K'litch would have seen all he needed to when she had utilized the creature that saw through her own optical nerves.

When the villip was fully everted, she opened the communication to the warrior in question.

"Their shields are down, proceed, and may the Yun'o smile upon you."

It was time to leave, and she was already vacating the premises at a quickened pace.

[K'litch Vang]

The Yorik-ets stream passed the opening fire from the planet's cannons with ease and then comes the all clear from Lotva Shai to proceed. Vang, in conjunction with his wingmen, takes aim with the Yorik-et's Yaret Kor. Inside the living ship, the Yaret-Kor begins heating up the rock minerals, from wich they had been feeding from while hanging from the cliff, and forming a molten projectile for the plasma cannon to fire.

Moments passed like cycles to Vang as the ships approach their target, the will of the Yun-O would be seen this day. Vang relishes in this fact as his shoulders move forward inside the Tall-Yor and opens fire with his ships flaming arsenal. Shots from the Yorik-ets strafe at the levels containing the Defense and Security Center, taking aim at various landing pads that contain enemy fighters before flipping the fighters back around for another pass. However, Vang had orders to break off from his wingmen to take on a special privilege.

The young Yuuzhan Vong warrior directs the Yorik-et into the main thoroughfare of Pau City, the Promenade of Seven Guilds, and source for all kinds of infidel happenings. The infidels on this planet were most foolish in the design of their grand place of communion, the Promenade's ceiling is so high, the sleek Yorik-et glides through it easily. Without hesitation, Vang opens fire with the Yaret-Kor aimed at shops, civilians and any opportune targets like security stations.

All Vang wants to do is laugh at the slaughter of these infidels but that is not for him to do, that is for the Slayer. As Vang continues to weave the coralskipper through the Promenade, he begins to say a quiet prayer to the Gods. "Yuuzhann Vong I shall be, for honor to my Yun-o and for honor to my Domain. Your power hath descended forth from my hand, and my feet swiftly carry out Yun'tchilat. So, I shall flow a river forth to you my Yun-O, and teeming with infidel souls it will be."

[lotvashai]

Explosions wracked the cities buildings, growing closer and closer in thunderous volume to the place all this had begun. Making for the exit, as opposed to the infidels who were still trying to ascertain what had gone wrong in their defences, Lotva Shai elbowed her way through the swell of the oncoming crowd, shoving those who had the gall to actually bump into her, to one side, dispatching a couple of them with her extended and highly poisonous tallons.

Where the infidels fell, few paid much attention, all too focussed in getting to their stations to waste time in stopping to pick up those who had just seemingly been tripped in the fray. But the Intendant knew that soon they would take notice, as the effects of the poison took over their nervous system, sending them spiraling into a series of convulsions before their agonizingly quick deaths. But it had been too good an opportunity to miss, and she did not dispatch such beings lightly, she would have been partially responsible for offering Yun-Yammka many lives this day, it was only fair, after all, that she offer some to Yun-Harla. After all, it was the trickster's favour that had allowed them this grand deception, not something to be taken lightly either.

There was no time to consider things further, K'litch Vang and his wingmates would be here at any moment, and by that time she hoped to be away from here. No doubt the other operatives in placement here, were doing likewise, though she had to wonder if her counterpart's minds would be more focussed on the bountiful opportunities of sacrifice, rather than walking away from this one. It had not escaped her attention that the traditionalist numbers were far from extensive in themselves, preserving life - while considered by many to be verging on the heretical side of things - was also tactically sound. Those who lived to fight another day kept with them their skills, their intellect, something that may be lacking in their successors, experience was tantamount when it came to such perfidious work, she had proved this time and time again.

Exit in sight, she slipped through the gaping doorway into the arid air of Utapau's daycycle, the world's gas giant blinding her for the first few seconds of freedom. From here she could see great plumes of thick and chokingly acrid smoke, billowing up from adjacent sinkholes, pouring into the skies like the sinewous tendrills of a gargantuan Yammosk, reaching for the stars it's self.
This would be a sight unmissable for miles, and already she could imagine how this news might well be reported.

That thought brought a cruel smirk to her tattooed lips, this was what they wanted, to bring others here, and when they came, they would get more than they bargained for and the Yun'o would reap the benefits as this worlds ran crimson with infidel blood.

Observing darkened sillhouettes, all too famailliar to her, on the horizon, she made certain that she was at a relatively safe distance, slipping off into the chaos like a ghost in the night.

[K'litch Vang]

As Vang directs his Yorik-et through the Promenade of Seven Guilds, the Tall-Yor informs him that his that the Defense force has managed to scramble three of their own fighters. Vang leans his left shoulder forward and brings the coralskipper around sharply, continuing to fire the Yaret-Kor at anything and everything as he races back the way he came to engage these pilots and their abominable infidel fighters. The praises the Gods ad he carries out their will but soon finds he himself has an obstacle to overcome.

Several units of security forces have erected a small wall of whatever was handy and take up positions behind it. A half smile graces Vangs face and then he gives a tooth filled grin as his keeb senses reminds him how painfully stupis these infidels are. Vang takes aim at a small yellow bin located closest to the west side of the barricade; thanks to scouting Vang knows that these yellow bins are munition crates and that the explosion from the detonating power packs will destroy the barricade and its infidel builders.

A beautiful fireball engulfs the street and Vang's Yorik-et streaks through to the other side of the blazing inferno too see the opening to the sinkhole at the end of the Promenade. He sees Saboc Carr's Yorik-et being trailed by two infidel Porax-38 starfighters, the backbone of the Utapauian flying force, and goes to bite at the apple.

As Vang pulls out of the Promenade and into the open space of the sinkhole he pulls in behind one of the infidel pilots. Vang can see the Utai pilot squirming in his seat when he pulls his fighter into the killslot. He gives a grin as he begins to toy with his prey, aiming at the ship's stabilizer fins to cause a most fearful feeling its pilot. Fear is a mind killer to some infidels and Vang can tell it is true with this one as he tries to nevously shake Vang off his tail.

Vang smiles behind the Tall-Yor and then target the cockpit of the infidel's fighter, watching the Utai scream right before the canopy explodes in a fiery tribute to Yun-Yammka. "Praise be to the Slayer..."

[lotvashai]

Safely away from the compound, Lotva Shai made for the sanctity of a nearby passage, one of many, between the largest of the cities sinkhole offshoots. Already the way was thick with throngs of infidels, pushing, clambering and elbowing their way past one another as the authorities attempted to bring everyone into order. Many of such officials, themselves, looked as though they were on the verge of panic, and in this the Consul took perverse delight. How she loved to weave chaos among the unfaithful and the heretical, it would only be a matter of time until they realized who was responsible for this, and by the time they acted her deeds would already be done.
If only they had known how wasted their efforts would be.

She would have thought it laughable had the scene not been so pitiful, and in light of this, she would make a special point to see to it that none she had observed here would be spared when the time came to root out the worthy.

While the walkway was heavy with foot-bound traffic, Lotva Shai was able to slip into a sub-passage away from the majority of it all, a maintenance tunnel by all accounts- which lead far inside the worlds cavenous spaces. The walls, thick with glimmering mineral deposits, had hollowed out in places that made the space somewhat more difficult to navigate in some areas, than in others.
At the end of the winding passage, was a single abominable door, locked from the outside by a rather crude looking mechanical device, one that had long since been disused - this area was probably utilized souly for abominations that serviced the areas that had not seen daylight in millenia...if ever. Whatever it's foul and unclean uses, it was an ideal place to take cover...and enact the next stage of her plans here.

One swift kick sent the abominable lock riquocheting off of it's holdings, and the door slid open with an audibly nerve-grating screech. Scraping her boot upon the rocky floor, she rid herself of the reticent rust residue and therefore most of it's taint, before silently stepping over the threshold into the dusty gloom beyond. Lit only by the emergency lighting that enabled abominable photoreceptors to see clearly, it was hard to see where she was going, but the space was small enough that she could feel her way around for what she was looking for.

A series of control pannels and defunct emplacements for things she did not, and did not want to understand, littered the far wall at about waist height. All she required was one thing, and that was right about -

<i>-There.</i>

With caloused fingers she deftly thumbed the activation switch of an abominable communications console on, and prepared herself for the communique she was going to give. She'd taken a great deal of care to ensure that the world would be cut off from the rest of the galaxy...at least initially, this, as far as she knew, was their only means of getting word out - and she couldn't let them do that.
She had a message of her own to send.

[K'litch Vang]

As the destroyed fighter plummets to the water depths of the sinkhole's bottom, the Tall-Yor speaks of danger to Vang who now has an infidel Porax-38 trailing him and looking for a shot. The pilot is obviously not skilled, he sends wild sprays of blaster fire towards Vang's Yorik-et without aiming. Vang, who isn't impressed, decides to send this whelp to meet the Slayer.

In a piloting move the that would be too dangerous by most standards, K'litch Vang shoots down the second fighter following his wingman mere seconds before making the Yorik-et preform a neck-breaking split S variant move, instead of taking up a lot of room to maneuver the coralskipper dives slightly before Vang coaxes the ship's dovin basal to flip the back end over and make him inverted facing the infidel fighter. Vang doesn't hesitate, he fires the lava cannon and watches his shots rip the starfighter in half with great pleasure inside him and a sever case of lightheadedness from the G-forces created by the move. He is surprised he didn't pass out.

Realizing the threat in the air was now gone he turns his attention to Saboc Carr, the Tall-Yor doesn't show his other wingman anywhere. "Saboc Carr, where is Sabon Carr?"

"With the Gods." Carr reports through the Tall-Yor, mentioning the death of his older brother.

"The Yun-O will be done, we will finish our mission without him. Form up." Vang orders and the two pull up and fly out of the sinkhole only to loop around and come back for another pass at the Center for Defense and Security.

[lotvashai]

Far from it to be beneath her to use anything short of an oggzil, Lotva Shai contented herself with thoughts of an extreme cleansing as she stared down at the ancient-looking piece of abominable communications equipment. It wouldn't communicate an image, but it would carry her voice well enough - and that was precisely why she had chosen it, not only was this a foolproof way of not giving away her identity, it was also a plausible one, if the worlds Primary commuications systems were offline completely, what else would the people of this world have used?

They had practically set themselves up, it was all shamefully too easy.

Procuring from inside the pocket she had carried the signal biot, she took out another small biot, similar in size and shape to a tizowyrm and placed it upon her tongue. With one simple swallow it took up place in her throat, widening it's self out and flattening to allow air to pass through easily as she breathed. The consul gagged slightly as the creature slid into place, it was something one never got used to, no matter how experienced they were, and she felt a slight pang of irritable pain as she recalled how accustomed Nom Anor must have become to such procedures. Well this one was for him then, these best laid plans secured Azca's future, and she'd be damned if she was going to bring that crecheling up in a galaxy saturated with infidels.

It was time to begin. She leaned close to the mic and placed her hand over the transmission switch.

"This is an urgent message transmitting from Utapau's capital city, we are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack we need aid immediately! Is anyone receiving this, over?" She waited, cocking a brow ridge at just how infidel the biot had made her sound, even down to the native's accent.

Whoever received this message was going to answer with some kind of action...but not without first asking a lot of questions. And she would give them answers, but not the ones' they would be expecting. And that was half the fun.

[K'litch Vang]

Vang and his surviving wingman take aim at the at the center mass of the building as they begin their flyby and open fire on the windows shown in briefing plans to be the main offices of the Defense Minister's office. The strafing run hits its target with a dazzling explosion of molten matter against durasteel and plastoid mold. It is quite clear that these infidels were far from expecting anything like this to happen, Vang takes delight in the fact that the streets of this arid world were now filling with screams.

The first part of the mission was successful, the sacrifice to the Yun-O had begun, and Vang along with his wingman pull up and head back to their abandoned sinkhole to begin the second part of the attack. It would take some time to get back into position to be part of the second wave but Vang has a deep determination to hear an infidel scream in call to the Yun-O. Many infidels will die today and K'litch Vang wants his cut of them.

[Lord Zairon]

Keeping his TIE Phantom cloaked, Sir Zairon heads down to do a flyover of the city. He flies over the Center for Planetary Defence and Security looking for a sign of what caused the attack.

His sensors picked up an old transmission that they had in fact been under attack. It had come from this Center. He glanced down looking for signs of the attacker.

[lotvashai]

There was no value in lassitude, she knew, but laziness was not the reason she had not retreated to the relative safety of their hidden enclave just yet. She had remained because sooner or later, someone was going to receive that transmission and they might well reply, but aside from this there was the fact that this little hideaway served something of a dual purpose, because infidels would be coming, they would wish to locate this place when they saw the devastation wrought upon their captials defence systems.

In the interest of keeping this situation contained, the Consul had been thinking far ahead. If anyone other than the Jeedai were to arrive, and surely they would, the Jeedai may not be able to find a clear avenue of approach down onto the worlds surface if there were plentiful ariel assaults going on at the time. This was the reason for opting for a low-laying offensive, the Yorik-et being under strict instruction not to go to an altitude high enough for infidel sensory arrays to gain a clear measure of what they were looking at. All this combined with the fact that the warriors chosen for the mission, had been so few, no one would be looking for three rogue coralskippers, rather they would be searching for something sizable, akin to a squadron at the very least, for so much damage to have been done to the defence center in the first place.
It was all playing out so well, perhaps the gods were on her side this day after all.

Lotva Shai turned her all too amused attention back to the small ovoid of a tactical villip she had with her, placing the biot carefully, down upon one of the defunct abominable consoles, and proceeded to coax it back to life. She had silenced the ogzil long ago, so there was no chance of cross communication between the two sources. Her words were for K'litch's ears alone, he could relay them when he made contact with the ground forces that had lain in wait for this precise moment.

"The time has come, you and those warriors remaining will make contact with our forces scattered around the built-things of this facility." She rasped, wondering how long it would take for the infidels to work out what they shoudl be doing, "The wait may well be a long one, they are cautious these Jeedai, expect others to arrive ahead of them, but have patience."

She had to wonder just how much patience she, herself would have - and then again, she thought as she looked across her makeshift hold at the small portable containment cell, filled to brimming with small chittering winged creatures, somewhat akin to moths, she might find that she had just the right ammount of time she needed.

[Lord Zairon]

Sir Zairon didnt spot much on his flyover. He was confused. How could so much damage have been done? It would take a pretty big force and he'd yet to spot anyone. Could the attackers have come and gone in such short time?

He sent a transmission up into orbit to be picked up for when the Imperial reinforcements arrived.

"This is Sir Zairon, I arrived before you and decided to do a fly over to try and gather data. So far I haven't seen much. I'll be landing and looking around. If you don't hear back from me within twenty-four hours assume the worst. Sir Zairon out."

Then he looked around for a place to land his TIE Phantom. Finally spotting an area he moved the TIE Phantom to the flat of the building's roof and slowly lowered it to see if it would support the weight. When it didn't budge at all he lowered it all the way, ready to move at a moment's notice. Still nothing, satisfied he landed it on top of the roof and exited his TIE Phantom.

He grabbed his combat helmet, his blaster pistol, and his lightsaber and after being satisfied that he was completly armored up and ready he headed over to the edge of the roof and looked down at the streets.

Placing the helmet on he activated the infared sensors. They wouldn't scan too deep into a building, just threw one or two walls, but he figured it would make it easier to search for survivors. Then drawing on the foce he dropped from the roof to the streets below.

He saw countless dead locals and damage and still no signs of life. "Well whoever this was they sure were damaging..." He mumbled. He approached the defense building. He'd find where the distress signal had been sent from. Hopefully there would still be recordings or some indicator of who had done the damage.

As he approached the outside of the defense building he glanced around for an entrance. Finding one he slipped inside the defense building and looked around to see if there was any signs of whatever had attacked yet.