Chapter 27: Itoll Oc'nel
Bothawui-9
Snow was falling heavily over the village of Varnek, now mixed with ash from the Doonium impact. In the spring, the pitch-black colour of the graphite-rich soil would contrast with the white of the melting snow. This time of year, however, the snowfall was normally so thick that the ground was white in all directions and all slopes, mixed only with dirt along the ploughed roads and sidewalks.
The sun went dim as the thirty LAATs descended through the clouds. On board one of them, Oc'nel was beginning to feel uncomfortably warm under his trench coat, beanie, helmet, snow goggles, gloves, and waterproof leggings. He panted as he held his DC-15S with an under-barrel rubber slug attachment.
"Keep your coat on Ensign," Sey'les growled sternly. "We are going to be on the ground in a few minutes."
"I was not going to take it off ma'am," Oc'nel growled back.
The ARC Troopers all wore thick grey cloaks with capes over their armour and a strange-looking fabric veil over their helmets.
"I kriffing hope that Doonium slug didn't kill civilians," Oc'nel mumbled.
"Collateral damage," Scorch said matter of factly. "They all made their choices."
Oc'nel shook his head. Yeah, the choice to live in this town.
"CAPTAIN SEY'LES!" Tarkin yelled furiously through the comm.
"Yes Governor," Sey'les growled nervously.
"I am hovering overhead. The Bothans have clearly evacuated the eastern slope of the settlement. Emergency sirens and lights are everywhere. They knew. If I find out that you or Ensign Oc'nel—"
"—I didn't sir, and Oc'nel has been with me the whole time Governor. I would never—"
"—if I find out Bothan, so much as a hint, you two will disappear. Am I understood?"
"Yes Governor!" Sey'les stammered.
"Yes Governor," Oc'nel croaked nervously into his headset. Well, at least that's some good news, he thought to himself.
"We have Y-Wings incoming, hold on!" the Clone pilot yelled. "This is Blue five where is our escort?"
The LAAT shuddered as explosions rattled outside. Through the window, Oc'nel could see a Bothan Y-Wing zoom by, spattering their LAAT with ion-canon fire from its turret.
Their LAAT creaked as it slowed down. "We are over the city, prepare for a rapid exit!"
All of the Rangers lifted the bars to their seats and stood up, grabbing the hand grips overhead.
Another LAAT hurdled by, burning in a blaze.
"This is blue one," the Clone pilot said into the general channel in a surprisingly calm voice, "we are spinning out, going down over the main plaza! I say again—"
—The LAAT crashed, skidding on the snow in a park before slamming into a grey triangular Bothan house.
Damn.
"Pilot set us down by the crash site!" Sey'les yelled urgently, she then spoke into her mic, "this is Muun Leader, we are right on Blue One's position and are landing to assist Ranger Team 2 and Blue One as long as that is okay with you Governor."
Oc'nel lifted his head in surprise. He did not realise Ranger Team 2 was on that particular LAAT.
"I am not comfortable landing any closer than here," the pilot said, setting the LAAT down in the middle plaza.
"Muun Leader, you have permission," Tarkin said through the comm. "Do be careful."
Like most Bothan settlements, the skyline was dominated by 10-20 meter-tall, thin, triangular pyramid-like structures. The smaller ones tended to be homes, the larger and wider ones tended to be businesses or public buildings.
The Rangers stepped out into the biting cold and falling ash and snow. This part of the city had been unimpacted from the avalanches and rocks.
"Rally on me!" Sey'les ordered.
Their LAAT lifted off and began circling overhead, dodging Y-Wings.
"Fojo, we need—" Sey'les stopped as a clunky rectangular TW-4 police airspeeder hovered down to the LAAT, along with an ambulance.
"Governor!" Sey'les yelled into her mic, "the—"
"—My callsign is Omega Actual," Tarkin corrected.
"Omega Actual, this is Muun Leader, local law enforcement are surrounding the crash site and—"
"—Do not allow our personnel to be captured! We are moving in on your position with amour and will be there imminently, SECURE THE CRASH SITE!"
"—Copy Gov—Omega Actual," Sey'les said. "Move out! Set blasters to stun!"
"Captain, we should have our blasters on kill—"
"—That's enough!" Sey'les snarled at Scorch. "Double time!"
Oc'nel jogged alongside Sey'les and Buzz, cautiously looking to the left and the right. Aside from piles of snow, their landing site was completely exposed.
"Are you sneaky Oc'nel?" Sey'les growled.
"What?!" Oc'nel stammered.
"Are sneaky? Wait—yes you are very sneaky. I want you and Wulf to loop around and sneak up on those cops while I try to negotiate with them," she said quickly. "STUN THEM!" she snarled.
Another TW-4 landed.
Two of the local police were taking cover behind the nearest speeder, aiming blaster pistols at the Rangers.
Oc'nel and Wulf branched to the right, running crouching low in the mist of falling snow. At this distance, through the falling snow and ash, it was impossible to make out individual facial features.
"What did she mean by saying you are sneaky Ensign?" Wulf whispered curiously. "You seem tall and lanky to me."
"Oh nothing," Oc'nel sighed. "Just Bothan shtak, sir. You know the Captain."
"Ghįnląghą wų zhąrąn ghęghęvąr lųnthęr!" [Put your weapons down!] Sey'les snarled loudly, pointing her DC17S at the two Varnek cops and two paramedics.
Oc'nel glanced over nervously. Yep, the cops are all looking at Sey'les.
[I could say the same to you!] another female Bothan yelled back in Bothese. [Put your weapons down soldiers! You are under arrest for flying through restricted airspace, property damage, deploying a weapon of mass destruction, likely murder. You will be held humanely in accordance with Bothan law.]
The Varnek police were dressed in red and white snow coats with the Clan Amai Sigil on their shoulders.
"What's going on?" Wulf whispered to Oc'nel in basic as they snuck around.
"Oh, the stupid cops want to arrest us for all of these things we actually did," Oc'nel whispered.
"Tell 'em we are peacekeepers from the Galactic Republic!" Scorch yelled in the distance, brandishing his blaster rifle. He laughed wildly.
[I understand,] Sey'les yelled in Bothese. [But that isn't going to happen. A crazy human is about to roll up in a tank and kill you all if you try to take them. Please, if you want, tend to the injuries of those inside, but release the them to our custody. Put your guns down. This is insane!]
"Ma'am, I would have a clear shot with a lethal blast," Isaac said, crouching.
"Isaac, that is not what I ordered!" Sey'les snarled in Basic.
As Oc'nel and Wulf approached from the side, the two cops came into view. They were both facing away from the wreckage, towards Sey'les. The female cop who dared to tell soldiers of the Galactic Republic to surrender, was red furred with a hint of tan.
The Bothan paramedics began pulling a figure out of the wreckage on a stretcher. When his artificial eye focused, Oc'nel could see it was one of the Ranger Team 1 humans named Olthai.
"We need to hit them quick sir," Oc'nel growled to Wulf, "no time to tell them to drop their weapons."
"I agree Ensign, okay… NOW!" Wulf yelled, firing a rubber slug. It hit the nearest cop squarely in the side, possibly breaking a rib. He screamed in pain and fell over.
Oc'nel tried aiming for the female Bothan's side, but his shot went high. As she turned, it hit the centre of her neck right on her voice-box. "ACH!" she gasped, screaming and retching. Tears formed in her eyes as she dropped her blaster.
The two Rangers ran into the fray. "Nųkhįz ghįn zųghą!" [Don't move!] Oc'nel snarled to the paramedics.
Wulf kicked the cops' blasters away, aiming his blaster at them while Oc'nel handled the paramedics.
The paramedics set Olthai down in front of the LAAT and looked at the heterochromatic Clan Onel Bothan fearfully.
"ALL CLEAR!" Wulf yelled back to Sey'les, Fojo, and the Clones.
The cop Oc'nel had shot in the neck continued gasping and retching. Her eyes watered and she tried to speak, but only hoarse breathing noises and gasps came out. The rubber slug had not broken the skin fortunately. The other cop was moaning, clutching his side.
"Fojo, make sure her windpipe is all right," Oc'nel said, his fur swirling guiltily.
"DAMN! You got her good Ensign!" Scorch yelled, giving Oc'nel a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.
"Come on, keep breathing," Fojo said consolingly. He gently put both of his hands on the sides of her neck, feeling her jugulars, as she breathed. "She can breathe, and her jugular is fine!"
"Fojo! Check on Olthai and the others!" Sey'les yelled urgently. "Oc'nel, Wulf, cuff the prisoners!"
Fojo walked over to Olthai.
Oc'nel and Wulf began putting handcuffs on the two cops and paramedics.
"Muun Leader to Actual, we have secured the crash site and captured four Bravo Tangos. Hold your fire, friendlies are around the police vehicles."
Tarkin's TX-130 hovered by, with four ARC Troopers seated on it. Four more TX-130s hovered behind, each with Diplomatic Services Clones seated on the sides.
An LAAT landed next to them.
"Very good job!" Tarkin yelled, seated atop a turret. Secure the prisoners and load the survivors onto the LAAT!"
Only the Clone pilot, Jassk, and Olthai had survived the LAAT crash. Seegers and all of the others had died. The Allanteen did not have a sickbay and Fojo said he was unsure if any of the survivors make it without immediate medical care.
As the LAAT hovered away taking the survivors into orbit, an AT-TE lumbered up behind the TX-130s.
"Load the prisoners aboard!" Tarkin yelled excitedly, "we are moving on the police headquarters!"
"All right, move!" Sey'les snarled pulling one of the paramedics onto the AT-TE.
Oc'nel grabbed the female cop by the arm and started leading her along. "Dhųl." [I am sorry,] Oc'nel growled nervously to her. He continued growling in Bothese, [I did not mean to hit you in the neck. I know that must hurt.]
She tried speaking again and all that came out this time was incomprehensible moaning growls.
Scorch and Dawn laughed.
"That isn't funny," Buzz said sternly. "Imagine if you were a prisoner and someone laughed at your hurt neck."
"Sorry sir."
Morst Ni'skar
Morst Ni'skar met with his security team on the edge of the plaza. Varm Ta'nai, Kalan Lu'rel, and Sar Tho'kahane. With the exception of Morst, they were all Bothawui Bothans.
As Morst and the other three RIS-clad Bothans drew nearer, he gave the Spacer gesture for 'STOP,' pulled out his electro-binoculars, and gasped. "Krif! Mesha zhul za! Mesha zhul pan Asir!" [Kriff! They have her! They have Asir!]
Ta'mai pulled out his own electro-binoculars and snarled angrily. "Ęrz-Bhųthąsk dhąwą! Klųthųthųlą zhųl kųrn Ręphųbhlįk!" [Two are Bothans! They are helping the Republic!]
Morst turned on his comm and began growling in Bothese. [Sir, we have found Asir. The Republic has captured her, another cop, and two paramedics. There are two Bothans working for them. They have loaded her onto a large vehicle of some sort with a massive turret. Snow and ash continue to fall—]
[—We need to get them back!] Ni'mai yelped. [We can't trust anyone who would do something like this. If they are willing to blow up a mountain just to take out our shields, they are capable of anything.]
[You are right, but we can't get her back through the tank. There are four smaller tanks in addition to the larger one. Sir, do you still have the laser satellite in orbit?]
[Too risky,] Ni'mai sighed, his breath creating static. [There are some anti-tank ordinances in the town arsenal.]
[All right, perhaps after they offload the prisoners, we can destroy their tanks and force the Republic forces to surrender.]
[Be careful,] Ni'mai growled sternly. [They have shot down most of the air support and their transports have total air superiority. Another squadron won't be here for an hour. I am—argh they are attacking the police headquarters!]
[The arsenal is on the way sir. My team and I will be there soon. Ni'skar out.]
As the AT-TE lumbered around the corner, away from the plaza, Morst and his team jogged through the snow towards the arsenal, taking a shortcut. Crossing down a side alleyway, Morst saw footprints. He held out his hand in the space sign for stop again, then flashed the sign for slowly.
Spacer hand gestures were far more elaborate than typical Bothan tactical ones. Whenever Morst led Bothawui Bothans, he would teach them the Spacer hand gestures to improve their non-verbal communication—especially under armour. Sometimes, Morst would see Bothawui Bothans try to point with their lips in a space suit or under a helmet. He could only tell because they were pointing their head towards something. Useless ancient gestures, he would always think to himself.
The footprints ended near the arsenal. Across the street, eight human-sized figures in red and white armour were walking up to buildings, shining flashlights in windows Clones. They appeared to be searching for something.
In the distance, blasterfire began erupting, followed by explosions. It sounded like it was coming from the police headquarters. [No time for this, take them out once I fire,] Morst snarled in Bothese and raised his Boola Carbine at the figures. With one squeeze of the trigger, three dark-purple blasts erupted into the nearest one.
The Bothans all began free firing into the Clones who screamed and went down one by one. Only one was alive long enough to return fire, and his shot missed wide.
[INTO THE ARSENAL! QUICK!]
Lir Sey'les
Explosions could now be heard outside. Off in the distance, Tarkin and his forces, our forces, were no doubt attacking the police headquarters.
[I can't believe you two would attack your own people,] the male cop snarled angrily in Bothese. [Well, I guess we aren't your people, Onel, but you—you look like you come from Bothawui,] he said accusingly to Sey'les.
[It would be a lot easier for all of us if our people hadn't left the Republic and declared neutrality,] Sey'les sighed. She glanced cautiously to Buzz who seemed to not react.
[So, we would all be participating in your stupid war,] the cop scoffed.
[I told you to surrender,] Sey'les growled. [You are lucky I am so merciful that I ordered the use of non-lethal weapons. I risked two of my team to ambush you. I only did this because it looked like Oc'nel and Wulf could handle you. It was perfectly within my ROEs to kill you. I took a risk some of my troops were not comfortable with. My commander is not merciful. He would have just blown you up—]
[—like he is doing to our friends and family right now,] the cop sighed.
Sey'les gulped. Her fur swirled nervously. [Tarkin is a bit kriffed up,] she said, [but he gets the job done. Without deterrent fear, more would be willing to attack us.]
The red furred female cop made a throaty noise again. She opened her snout and made a familiar growling whiny noise Sey'les had made herself once—after her voice died during the Antar 4 incident.
[You don't need to speak,] Sey'les said consolingly in Bothese.
[Yeah,] Oc'nel added. [That is a wicked injury and—]
[Fear—deterrence. You both,] the red-furred cop growl-whispered in Bothese, [you both seem so afraid of your commander. So… relieved when you please him. He sounds like a terrible person.]
[Well,] Sey'les growled nervously, [some beings have a different leadership style. Tarkin rewards competence. He does scare me sometimes but—]
[—If this is how the Republic is, rule through fear, then I don't know why you participate in it,] she growled slowly, wincing in pain. [Either of you. Even in a chain of command this is not the Bothan Way to run things. Rule by fear—]
[—It's not all like this,] Sey'les growled, looking nervously to Buzz again.
[Let's just say,] Oc'nel elaborated, [Tarkin has non-metaphorically tossed beings in cargo crates bound for stars.]
The prisoners all gasped. The female cop hung her head sadly.
[Oc'nel! You aren't helping,] Sey'les snarled.
[Well, it's true,] Oc'nel sighed.
[I for one am willing to follow Tarkin's decisions I disagree with,] Sey'les growled cautiously. [He seems to be very well-connected. Betraying him would be unwise and I expect, and I sense he is the type of human that gets promoted. I for one hope to get promoted too—]
[—at what cost?!] one of the paramedics growled aghast in Bothese. [You just said he was 'kriffed up' yet—]
[—Lots of beings in our line of work are a bit kriffed up,] Sey'les shrugged. [I've worked with lots of kriffed up beings. It comes with the territory. When I get promoted in a few months I'll move past this all. We all will.]
[In a few months,] the female cop whispered painfully in Bothese, [you'll be lucky if you're dead. If you are still alive you will be either completely insane or a numb husk of your former self, willing to kill anyone, with no rules—]
"—Muun Leader!" Tarkins voice barked on the comm.
"I copy you Omega Actual, what is it?" Sey'les asked worriedly. For a wild moment she thought Tarkin was listening in with a translator.
"We are facing stiff resistance. I am transferring Diplomatic Service Clones to help guard the prisoners. When they arrive, you and your team are to assist in assaulting the headquarters."
Sey'les hung her head sadly. "Very well Governor."
"Diplomatic Services! Peacekeepers!" the male cop exclaimed in Basic with a scowl. "What a farce!"
Oc'nel chuckled sheepishly.
Sey'les and Wulf glared at him.
Ranger Team 2 arrived at the scene of carnage. From the parking lot in front of the main entrance, four TX-130s were firing lasers through the windows of the police headquarters—a wide, pyramidal, two-story structure.
Dozens of Clones were shooting in with small arms fire, taking cover to the sides of the TX-130s.
"We need to take the building in one piece!" Tarkin yelled from the top of his turret. "We can't fire our full arsenal."
"Very well, uh…" she looked around the outside of the building. "Oc'nel, Wulf and I will go in through one of the side windows."
"Just the three of you!" Tarkin yelled. "That doesn't seem like a wise plan."
"We are the only three who are small, Governor," Sey'les said. "We should be able to fit."
"Very well, we will—" Tarkin flinched silently as a burst from a Boola Carbine hit his TX-130. "Get in there!" he yelled. "Clones, cut them a hole in the fence!"
Two Diplomatic Services Clones stepped forth to the side of the fence, out of the field of fire from the main door and began methodically cutting it.
"Cover them!" Sey'les ordered. She set her blaster to lethal. At this range, non-lethal fire was useless. Gazing at the top floor of the building through the sights of her blaster, she saw a Bothan's head poke out from a window, aiming a Boola Carbine at the Clones on the fence. Her stomach clenched as she squeezed the trigger.
A portion of the Bothan's head was engulfed in a blaze as his body fell back from the window. I killed a Bothan. She shuddered as she began scanning more windows.
"Ma'am, I know this is difficult… Let's just, survive this," Wulf said consolingly.
"Yes," Sey'les gulped in agreement. "Wulf, Oc'nel, let's hit them hard and fast. Non-lethal when possible. Let's end this insanity once and for all."
While many Bothans all over the Galaxy were involved in petty crime, scams, financial crime, and thefts, there were few violent Bothan criminals. In her entire Judicial career, she had never been shot at by a Bothan, nor had to shoot one. Now, she had just shot a Bothan cop.
Oc'nel loaded another rubber slug into the bottom of his blaster rifle. It was the longest range non-lethal weapon they had—blaster bolts set to stun had a range of just five meters, less against armoured opponents.
"They are shooting a lot less often," Oc'nel said grimly. "I wonder how many are still alive."
"Well, we are about to find out," Sey'les sighed. "MOVE!" she yelled as the fence went down.
The three short Rangers ran across the parking lot, dashing towards the side windows. Wulf carried a small step ladder.
A burst from a Boola Carbine hit near Sey'les. A torrent of fire from the Clones responded into the window the burst came from.
The side windows were thin and elevated about two meters off the ground. A human could have possibly slipped through one, barely, but it was no problem for Sey'les, Oc'nel, or Wulf.
Sey'les cautiously climbed the ladder once Wulf set it down, aiming her blaster into an empty office. The glass had already been broken by the firefight earlier. She gingerly leapt down onto a desk, careful not to slip onto the broken glass-covered surface. Wulf followed, and then Oc'nel.
Wulf aimed his dual-wielded pistols out of the door into the hall. He stepped out, Sey'les and Oc'nel followed.
The tension thickened as they neared the main entrance. Sey'les could hear Boola Carbines returning fire. As the hallway opened into the reception area, a Bothan with a poorly bandaged chest was applying pressure to his wound. He looked up at Sey'les and Oc'nel and gasped. "AAAHH—" he cried out then fell silent as Sey'les stunned him.
Kriff! I hope I didn't kill him. Sey'les's fur swirled guiltily. Why didn't these idiots surrender already?
Three more Bothan cops emerged over the scorched cubicles and were stunned before they could fire a shot.
"This is Muun Leader to Actual, hold your fire, we are in the main lobby."
"Well, these Bothans sure fought… gallantly," Tarkin said with a smirk as if he found their efforts adorable.
The adrenaline from the firefight was beginning to wear off.
In the main lobby to the police headquarters, Fojo was tending to the injuries of the most severely injured Bothan. Diplomatic Services Clones filed in with the four prisoners. The parking lot outside began filling with more vehicles and Clones. It had now become Tarkin's staging area.
"I wonder why they did not surrender…" Tarkin said, his smirk replaced with a worried look. "Bothans don't keep fighting unless there is a plan. They don't just fight to the death."
"Where should we put these Bravo Tangoes, sir?" a Clone squad-leader asked Tarkin, as if reminding him that they had live captive Bothans and no plan for them.
"Over by where Ranger Team 2 has begun corralling them," Tarkin said, pointing to the pillar on the right side of the room where Oc'nel, Wulf, and Sey'les had pulled the uninjured, but stunned cops and bound them.
"Captain," Tarkin said turning to Sey'les, "do you think they have a plan?"
"Well, I don't know sir I—"
"—Start digging for the directory!" Tarkin yelled. "We need to find Thot Ni'mai quickly before they have a chance to enact their plan."
Sey'les scowled suspiciously once the red-furred cop's fur began swirling fearfully. She must care a great deal for this Thot Ni'mai. Sey'les kept this to herself—no need to tell Tarkin. No need to put her in danger. No need to delve deeper. No need to—
"—An Askar!" Oc'nel exclaimed in shock. He held up the red furred cop's ID to her face. "She's an Askar! No kriffing way!"
"Huh," Tarkin said. "I have had dealings with that Clan. She is short and colourful… Not at all like an Askar. What is her full name?"
Sey'les's fur swirled nervously. She glared at Oc'nel and scowled, folding her arms. No, you are not telling Tarkin. STOP.
Oc'nel noticed. "Um… Asir Rel'skar," he said. His fur swirled guiltily.
Sey'les contained her sigh of relief.
"Interesting…" Tarkin muttered to himself.
"What are we going to do with the prisoners, sir?" Dawn asked.
"Governor, please, we don't need to do anything to them. I said—" Sey'les started.
"—Captain, I am not a monster. I am not going to harm uniformed forces we capture. They are protected by the laws of the Republic as prisoners of war."
"Thank you, Governor," Sey'les stammered and smiled with relief.
Tarkin paused.
Sey'les's chest tightened as she sensed a BUT. The smile of relief wore off, replaced with a look of fear. She did not understand how, but she felt like she knew Tarkin would say and do something shocking and terrible. It was almost a danger sense.Possible scenarios began running through her head, some less plausible than others.
"I am not a monster Sey'les, but I will take all of them back to the Caellus for a very rough interrogation." "I am not a monster, but I will take these Bothans back with me to Eriadu to be my servants." "I am not a monster, I won't kill them, but I will cut off their thumbs and take them with me as hunting trophies." "I am not a monster, but—"
"—however," Tarkin said coldly, "I would—"
—Sey'les gasped so loudly that it interrupted Tarkin. Her fur fell flat.
Tarkin glared at her. "Captain…" he said with a warning then turned to Asir. "I would appreciate any information you prisoners have to offer. In exchange, I will show mercy to the employees of Thrask Research."
"What do you mean?" Asir whispered in basic. Her face bore a look of terror as her fur too fell flat.
Tarkin approached her and looked down on her, smirking again. He was shifting back and forth from heel to toes with excitement visibly pleased with himself. "The Supreme Chancellor has classified Thrask Research as a sponsor of terrorism. Any of their employees I capture, I will summarily execute as terrorists and enemies of the Republic. I give you my assurances that I will show them mercy if you give us useful information."
Asir hung her head sadly.
Ugh this is more than just kriffed up, Sey'les sighed despondently. This can't be legal. This is evil.Tarkin is an evil. Her chest tightened.
"You know, human," one of the cops growled defiantly in Basic, adding tension to the room. "If you have to tell your subordinates you are not a monster, it almost certainly means you are a monster."
Sey'les wondered what she could do if Tarkin really just started executing prisoners. Tarkin! I am taking effective command of the mission immediately. Wulf, arrest him. She imagined how the Clones would react. It would almost certainly devolve into a firefight where everyone would be killed.
Tarkin sighed and shook his head as if to say you hedonistic Bothans have no idea what a monster looks like.
Sey'les stared at Tarkin as if seeing him in a new light. How did I ever get my team into this position? I lied to Oc'nel and Fojo that he had oversight. Wulf doesn't deserve this, Fojo doesn't deserve this, Oc'nel doesn't deserve this.
A thundering explosion shook the whole police headquarters. Outside, one of the TX-130s exploded and flipped upside down, landing on the ground with a noisy crunch.
"RETURN FIRE!" Tarkin yelled into his comm.
"Sir!" Scorch yelled. "I am seeing targeting lasers on my infrared!"
"Watch out!" Tarkin yelled. "All infantry—"
—Another TX-130 exploded.
"We need air support!" Sey'les yelled as several Diplomatic Services Clones ran towards the window.
"All of you, I want you searching for the Directory!" Tarkin yelled. "This is Omega Actual to all LAATs, we need air support at the police headquarters."