Shield Generator Room, CIS Headquarters

Status: Pleased

Wassar enters the room, doing the Quarren equivalent of smiling, though it cannot be seen beneath his breath mask. The gas he used has probably been sucked into the ventilation ducts, but it will too diluted to have any was only a tiny bit of it, in a small canister next to where Artel would land, that opened as soon as he landed.

He grabs his blaster, setting it for stun, and unloads the charge into the back of Artel's head, just for good measure. Then, he gets an aqua-breather device, that has been modified to administer the sleeping gas in small quantities as well as oxygen, and keep Artel sound asleep.

He smiles. All is going according quite well, and now he has a hostage. How perfect. Then, his comlink buzzes. Ah, yes, the report on the rest of them. He answers it, and immediately hears, "Sir, we have Jedi and clones aboard an incoming Droid Gunship!"

"So, the Jedi hijacked our vehicles. Do nothing yet, sergeant. I will handle this," he says.

Then he contacts the gunship coming at his base, and doing it with a hologram, says, "Jedi and Clones. I believe that your name is Master Vos, and the... Gamma squad, if the images in my database are accurate. Whatever the case, I am sure that you are here to blow up the shield generator. Will your gunship's missiles could destroy most of this building, and topple this spire we call our garrison, I would not advise that. Your friend, Master Darc, is here with me." He grabs Artel's body, and pulls it into view of the holocamera. He also keeps his blaster trained on Artel, set for kill.

"So, if you try anything, and I mean anything, he dies. Now, if you want me to let him live, surrender yourselves to me, and your shall be treated properly as prisoners of war. I am a man of my word, so please, end this peacefully," he says.

There is a rather long, pause, Quinlan is clearly trying to come up with a plan. "Fine, but I want to see that you have Artel. Meet me at the 'front yard,' with Artel, where my troops and I will surrender," he says. It sounds fair, since holograms are easy to fake.

"I will be there," he says, and Quinlan signs off.

1 minute later

"Front Yard," CIS Headquarters

Status: Tense

Wassar, keeping his blaster trained on Artel, as two men carry him out, finally reach the "Front Yard," where Quinlan and four clones await them. He wonders if Quinlan will seriously surrender himself. The men set him down, and keeping as blaster on Artel, and his eyes on Quinlan, he considers the scene. It is certainly a beautiful day on Raxoutia, aside from the thought that it may be its last.

Gunships, AATs, MTTs, and other vehicles are out on the permacrete, but they stay off to the sides. Closer to the insides are statues of famous people in the Confederacy, including the late Count Dooku and General Grievous, most of them have place in the military, for this is the garrison building, not the parliament building.

Behind the yard, on one side, is the spire that is the garrison, while on the other, is a balcony looking over the city. Vos and his men stand in the middle of the yard, while about thirty of CIS soldiers surround them. He and Artel stand on the edge by the spire and its entrance, and his the butt of his blaster doesn't leave Artel's skull.

His finger is ready, but Vos doesn't have his lightsaber out, and the clones have their blasters lowered. All of Vos's troops (all four of them,) stand in a line, facing Wassar, with avos in the center, arms crossed, and eyes determined. Wassar takes one last look at his blaster, making sure that it is set to "kill." It is.

"Master Vos, is this evidence enough to bring a surrender from you and your men?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow. He moves behind Artel, so that he can see both Artel and Quinlan at the same time. He wouldn't want Quinlan Force-pushing Artel out of the way without him noticing.

"I believe that you have Artel captive, and I can sense that that is him," Vos says, surprisingly casually. Vos is trying something, of that Wassar is sure, but what that is, he doesn't know.

"Drop your weapons," he orders, looking Quinlan straight in the eye.

"No." At once, all of Wassar's troops point their guns at him. They do not shoot, though. Yes, Quinlan is trying something, but still the question remains: what is it?

Then, in the blink of an eye, Vos begins to sprint towards Wassar, uses the Force to send his lightsaber off his belt and into into his hand, and activates his lightsaber. By the time he was just starting to summon his lightsaber, Wassar had squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. As Vos was just deflecting the first shots fired at him, Wassar had looked at his blaster, and found it set to "safety." That kriffing Jedi used the Force to set his blaster to safety. Vos reaches Artel, and deflects a shot fired at the Jedi from one of Wassar's men. He uses his lightsaber to defend both of them.

The clones, at this point, have sprung into action and began to attack their opponents, but they are outnumbered, with no cover.

However, Vos is distracting most of the troops, and then he turns toward Wassar. He is changing the setting on his blaster. He turns to run, but knows he won't have time, as the Jedi's emerald lightsaber comes toward his side...

"Front Yard," next to CIS government spire

Status: Battle!

"No!" yells one of the troops, who runs at Vos, wielding a vibroblade. No matter, he moves to dodge the attack, while still continuing his attack on the commander. The troop does not go him, and instead tries to block his attack, and save the commander. Try to block a lightsaber. Yah, right. But, as his lightsaber makes contact with the blade, it stops. Cortosis, kriff. "You don't harm my commander!" the man says, and something about it just makes Vos tick. The arrogance, that is it. Yes, it is the arrogance, and the confidence.

The fact that he has the hubris to mess with one using the Dark Side. Vos, snarling, kicks the troop back and prepares to decapitate him. No, that is too easy a fate. Mace told him to embrace his hate, and for his confidence, he hates this man. Still twirling his lightsaber in defensive Shien patterns, he makes a grabbing gesture with his fist, and lifts the man into the air by his neck. Slowly, he closes off the airway, and then turns his hand into a closed fist. The man's neck snaps with an ugly crack, crushed by the Force, and he falls.

Vos turns to his troops. They are smart, and have focused the attack on one side, so that they can reach cover. They are fighting the CIS troops, but as the CIS troops start to advance, as one, Vos knows they are doomed. Would have been doomed, that is, had he not intervened.

He makes a pushing motion his his hands, and a large statue of Count Dooku falls on the troops, crushing them like bugs, as his troops finish off the ones lucky enough to not get crushed.

Quinlan then rushes to Artel. Thankfully, he seems to be unharmed, but he has an aqua-breather on, that seems to be administrating a sleeping gas. He takes off the breather, but it seems that the Jedi will be out cold for at least another twenty minutes. He would be more a liability than anything. "Ores, take Artel somewhere safe. We will pick you up once we are done," he commands, and Ores instantly picks up the unconscious Jedi.

"Very well," he says, and walks away, off to find some sort of back alley. Quinlan smiles. The clone never question orders. "Now, we have a job to do, let's go!"

They walk into complex, wary. It seems that the enemy commander escaped, and he is definitely a sly and clever fellow, not to be underestimated. Artel seems to have made that mistake, and it costed them. If Artel were free, this could have been so much easier. Perhaps he should have let Artel die.

He failed, and for that, at least under Mace's philosophy, that means he is deserves punishment. Although, the Jedi are low on members, and Artel is one of the few Jedi Knights. He is too valuable to die now. So, they rescued him.

And now, they are here, trying to a raid a tall CIS garrison, where their commander makes the rules. Perhaps he should have just let Artel die. It would have been so much easier. As they enter, he realizes that it would never work to fight their way through. There are going to be all of the troops coming back, and they cannot win against a full garrison. Perhaps they need to continue to think outside the box. Or, outside the spire. Oh, yes. This could work quite well.

"Wait. This would never work. We can't win against so many. We need to go a different way. Follow me!" he says, and they do, turning toward the side of the building. Sure, their stolen gunship would be shot down by fighters before it could bring down the spire, but if they went up, then starfighters couldn't shoot without risking hitting their own building.

The starfighters patrol around up ahead, knowing they don't stand a chance against the Jedi. However, they are going to have to do something pretty soon, or he will have found quite a whole in their defenses. So, he and his men use their jetpacks to head up to one of the top floors- the floor with the shield generator. Smiling, he begins to cut his way through the wall with his lightsaber. The starfighters are no doubt contacting the commandr, asking what to do, but then, it will be too late. Soon, a circular hole is cut, and he pushes it open. Stepping through, he smiles. All too easy. No, wait. Bomb!

This commander sure likes them. He and his men see it, and jetpack backwards, but the bomb explodes with them still in its radius. He tries to shield them with the Force, and it goes somewhat well. However, Data's jetpack is damaged in the blast, and Quinlan watches helplessly as his out of control jetpack leads him spiraling down to his doom. They are all somewhat far apart, thrown in various directions from the explosion.

Blazer and Scope seem to be fine, but then, the starfighters come in. They are still recovering from how the bomb threw them, and they simply cannot react in time. The pilots, though, are top-notch. As the starfighters, three of them, dive down towards them, each one fires. One fires a perfect shot down on Blazer, killing him. The other fires a good shot at Scope, but the jetpack is quite volatile. Even a tiny nip on the edge of it causes it to explode, killing Blazer.

The middle starfighter fires at Quinlan, and he manages to get his lightsaber out to deflect it. However, the sheer force of it manages to knock the lightsaber from his hand. Its green blade deactivates as it falls down, probably never to be seen again.

He may have survived, but this does not look good. The starfighters come over to him, simply staying in place, and training their guns on him, as he simply stays there. So, is this how it ends? Has he failed? Then, a very large hologram of the Separatist Commander appears. "Hello, Quinlan Vos," the commander says, looking upon his seemingly inescapable predicament.

Quinlan says nothing. He simply looks at the hologram in fury. Then, the hologram says, "I see that you have nothing to say, very well. I am simply communicating with you for the purpose of giving you this galaxy's final goodbyes. You were a clever opponent, but fortunately, not clever enough. And, I would like you to know that it is I, Wassar Wedd, who has defeated you. I, Wassar Wedd, who has predicted your every move. I, Wassar Wedd, who cut you off at every corner. I, Wassar Wedd, who defeated you. Now, would you like to surrender, or perhaps beg for mercy. Or maybe any final words?"

He simply scowls. "Can you even talk, Master Vos?! Or perhaps, the shame is simply too much. Well, whatever the case, prepare to die," the commander says, continuing his gloating. Then, the commander laughs, chuckling in his victory.

One does not laugh at a user of the Dark Side. He extends out his hands, trying to take advantage of the hole that the explosion left, and topple the spire. He screams in anger. Nothing happens. The commander laughs even more. He will not let it end this way, this humiliating way. You. Will. Move. He pushes with all his might, with all his hate. Still, nothing happens.

Still, he digs deeper. He screams, and much of the city covers their ears in terror from the sheer force of his angry bellow.

The pilots of the starfighters lose control in their agony, and their vehicles crash. The citizens beneath look up, to see a man flying high, next to the Confederacy Headquarters. His hands are extended forward, like he is pushing in invisible wall.

He pushes. He pushes. He hates. You. Will. Move. A confused but still hysterical commander laughs harder. He hates further. Then, the whine and screech of metal being bent occurs. A snap of one interior wall breaking occurs, but cannot be heard over the scream of Quinlan Vos. Then another, and another. Then, the hologram of the commander falls to the side, his rolling chair rolling to the lowest end of the room. His laughter turns to screaming, and Quinlan's screaming becomes laughter. With that, the top quarter of the Confederacy Headquarters falls off, taking the shield generator- and the shield- with it.

It lands with a mighty and murderous boom. It crushes many civilians, and, if his senses are right, Artel Darc as well. Quinlan does not stop his laughter, but flies off in his jetpack. Nobody has the courage to make a move to stop him. He reaches the city edge, then contacts the Republic Fleet with his comlink. "You may fire when ready," he says, smiling. "And by the way, send a gunship to my coordinates."