Chapter 14 - Rampage
Zara fell to her knees at Jacen's feet, wavering for a moment of semi-consciousness before dropping to the ground with an audible thunk. He looked at her grimly and tightened the grip on his two lightsabers – his own green one in his right hand and his brother's violet one in his left – as they buzzed like a swarm of angry insects on either side of him. He stepped over her body and assessed his surroundings. He was in a round metal pit about twenty metres in diameter with three storey tall walls broken only by four equidistant dark, gated hallways. Fifteen snipers made his skin crawl as they trained their weapons over him from their vantage points above the walls. And there was the one short, fat Black Sun Vigo, Carmine Pocobello, looking down at Jacen from beside one of the snipers.
"You didn't think the Black Sun was unprepared for Jedi and Sith attackers, did you?" Pocobello asked.
"I'll give you some credit," Jacen called up. "The trap door was very well hidden, and the nerve gas was a nice touch. You're doing quite well so far."
"I designed it myself."
"Yes, well, I'm afraid I have to interrogate you now," Jacen said. "I promise if you tell me what I want willingly I won't have to hurt you and your men."
A chorus of laughs echoed through the chamber.
"Jedi, you are the one who is trapped," Pocobello shouted. "You are in no position to negotiate. But I like your style, so instead of torturing you I'll kill you quickly. Open fire, boys!"
Blaster bolts rained down on Jacen from above. With a flash of green and purple, the bolts were returned to sender, leaving Jacen standing perfectly still in anticipation. After a second's pause, several of the bodies of the snipers slammed into the ground around him. He looked back up at Pocobello and shook his head.
"We can do this the hard way if you really want to," Jacen said. "But my offer is still open."
Pocobello disappeared from view and seconds ticked by like hours until the four gates around Jacen opened up. Each gate produced its own ominous threat. From the left gate a row of yellow teeth appeared, proceeded only by a pair of heavy club-like two-fingered claws. The face came next, revealing a broad forehead nearly four metres off the ground.
Aga, Jacen thought. Semi-sentient, from Zelos II. Probably hungry, too.
The right gate produced a yelping whine before a several-metre long stretch of fur came barreling out. The Gellbeast, also known as a Wardog, swung its head back and howled, revealing a row of vicious teeth as its sharp canine claws scratched against the metal ground – a sign of preparation for the hunt.
The third gate, directly in front of Jacen, exhibited a huffing sound, like a large baffle squeezing air out and sucking it back in. A short, sharp nose came into the light as the giant orange and white beast stomped its way into the light, slowly revealing a pair of webbed arms and feet. It took Jacen a minute to recognize it as a jungle rancor, one of the few creatures he had only ever heard about and never seen so much as a picture of. A cross breed between a common rancor and several more amphibious creatures, the jungle rancor was much more unpredictable than its common cousin from Dathomir.
The last door, directly behind Jacen, produced no sound as the others had. Using the Force, Jacen picked up the feline presence of a nexu staring at him with all its eyes as it softly padded its way out of its cell.
"Is this the best you can do?" Jacen called out. "I have to say, I'm very disappointed in the Black Sun if you think this is how you can kill a Jedi. Do you know nothing about your prey?"
Pocobello reappeared at his high vantage point, this time wearing body armour and carrying a heavy repeating blaster.
"I've seen four Jedi killed by my beasts," he gloated. "I'll be happy to add your lightsabers to my collection. Please don't let my rancor eat your lightsabers – the stench of rancor dung lingers for months."
As Pocobello spoke, more snipers took up position around the arena, and without Zara, Jacen was outnumbered fifteen to one.
Adjusting the grip on his lightsabers, Jacen closed his eyes and drew his mind into the Force. His mind touched those around him and he became the calm centre of the galaxy of spinning emotions and desires around him. He felt anticipation, excitement, fear, and other instincts too primal to name swirl around him, letting his mind slow time and take advantage of every millisecond to sense, evaluate, and let the Force guide him in planning his path through the murky depths of reality around him.
He sensed the four animals, ready to pounce on command and execute their orders to tear their enemy apart.
He sensed snipers, tightening their grips on their blasters and focusing their scopes on him.
He sensed Pocobello, ready to watch the carnage unleash beneath him for his own entertainment.
And he did not give a shavit.
The future planned out for him was ugly. But his plan for the future was uglier still.
His eyes shot open, and he let his future became reality.
The jungle rancor ran forward and jumped at Jacen. The nexu, quickly followed by the gellbeast, sprinted toward Jacen and leapt high. The snipers began shooting.
And Jacen jumped high in the air, almost hovering at eye-height with the snipers for five seconds while his glare locked with Pocobello.
"Last chance to surrender before I kick your ass!" Jacen shouted at Pocobello, his eyes blazing with wild Force-enhanced intensity.
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"I have a sister?" Ben asked. "But, she, you, you're, like, Jaina's age. They weren't married until..."
"After Thrawn was killed off she got a little cozy with Skywalker during the post-battle celebration," Ami snapped and stretched her arms out. "And here I am. But she was too busy being groomed for the Smuggler's Alliance to be a mother, and too embarrassed by me to tell Skywalker the truth."
"That is not true," Mara said. "I..."
"So you finally did tell him?"
"No, but..."
"Dad doesn't know about her?" Ben demanded. The helpless guilty look on his mom's face was all the answer he needed.
"She put me up for adoption," Ami interrupted angrily. "Karrde told me all about it when I turned eighteen. She thought Talon found me a nice safe home somewhere across the galaxy where she'd never see me again, but he took care of me. He's the one who put me through training, he's the one who gave me a job, and he's the one who told me the truth! And now he's dead! Did you kill him, too?"
The question made something in Mara snap.
"Karrde was my friend!" Mara shouted back, shoving Ami back about a metre with the Force while tears trickled down her cheeks. "I tried to contact you and you never replied!"
"I deleted your messages," Ami said. "If I wasn't good enough for you as a baby, I could never live up to your expectations now, super-Jedi mother. I don't even want to."
Ami grabbed her backpack and ran off toward the rear of the ship, and Mara ran toward the front. Ben stood in stunned silence for a minute looking back and forth at the two corridors the women had disappeared through.
"I just wanted to know where we were going next," Ben muttered to the empty room. He pressed a button on the wall intercom and told Artoo to stay in high orbit around Tattooine, but to keep a look out for anything that might attack.
Unsure what to do next, Ben decided to head to the stern of the ship. Inside the main cargo hold he found Ami sitting against one of the outer walls with her knees pulled up to her chest.
"Hey," Ben said tentatively.
"Hi," Ami said. She looked up at him, and he could not help but notice how much she looked like holos of their mom when she was young. She looked him over with the calculating glare he knew so well from Mara, but her eyes offered none of the motherly warmth he was used to. "It's Ben, right? I'm sorry you got caught in the middle of that. I thought you'd be asking for answers from your mom."
Ben noticed the way she referred to their mother, but chose to ignore it.
"I wanted to meet my sister first," Ben smiled weakly. "I've never had one. Isn't it supposed to be us against the parents?"
Ami laughed softly and patted the bare floor beside her. Ben sat down and Ami put an arm around him, squeezing him into an awkward sideways hug.
"You seem like a good kid, Ben. Thanks for pulling me out of there. I suppose here is better than rotting in some Hutt cell on that crappy excuse for a planet."
Ben smiled uncomfortably, not sure how to take his new, and much older, sister, so he decided to change the topic.
"So what do you know that we need to know?"
"Damned if I know," Ami removed her arm from around Ben and went back to hugging her legs. "What are you looking for? Maybe if I know that I can help."
"You'd be willing to help us?"
Ami looked at him and assessed the look on his face. She must have seen some hint of desperation in his eyes as she scanned his face because her look softened a bit. "I'm willing to help you. I think I owe you one."
Considering that to be the best he would get, Ben nodded and stood up. He offered her a hand, which she took to help herself to her feet. Ben brought her to the end of the cargo bay closest to the front of the ship and stopped in front of the long side of a large crate sitting on the ground. He pressed some buttons on the side of the panel and the lid released. He opened it to reveal a giant slab of carbonine and the peaceful, if grotesque-looking figure half embedded inside it.
"That's our dad," Ben said as emotionlessly as he could. "Luke Skywalker. He's been infected with a poison. The carbonite is to slow down the infection."
"Yeah, it should preserve him pretty well," Ami muttered to herself, glancing at the controls but not touching them. "What's he got? Is it contagious?"
"No. It's some sort of modified Yuuzhan Vong poison spore that is attacking his nervous system," Ben said. "We know only one person who can neutralize Vong poisons, and the last time anyone saw him he was captured by Krayt on his command ship. Shada said you were in fleet tracking, so you might have information on where Krayt's ship is."
"I was working in Fleet Procurement and Deployment on Coruscant, monitoring the patrols to ensure proper coverage of inspection routes," Ami said. "But I was shuffled around on a regular rotation about two weeks ago into managing new ship outfits. I don't know if they would notice if I logged into the wrong systems or not – Karrde didn't want me to risk it until my rotation was back in tracking."
"So you have no idea where Jacen is, then," Ben pouted.
"You mean Jacen Solo?"
"Yeah. He's my, um, our cousin."
"Hang on."
Ami removed her backpack and put it on top of Luke's frozen figure. As she spoke she rummaged through the contents looking for something.
"Among many reasons I was doing a data drop on Tattooine was that I did come across a very odd occurrence while processing ship requisitions," Ami said. "A ship was requisitioned by Krayt himself with more surveillance equipment than usual. I don't mean sensor packages; I mean sophisticated tracking and monitoring gear. The weirdest part was that it was being issued to Jacen Solo. I'm sure letting that tidbit of information slip was a mistake on their part. Anything like that pertaining to the list of Jedi that Karrde gave me had to be reported immediately. So I called it in, booked some vacation time, and scheduled a drop on Tattooine."
"But you didn't hand the information over?"
"I met the contact, but I got this really funny vibe when I met him at Targo's," Ami said, still struggling with the contents of her backpack. "I know you guys are all Force sensitive. I am, too, but nobody ever trained me to be a Jedi. I get flashes of intuition from time to time, mostly when bad things are about to happen or reading people's intentions. I could tell this guy was dirty. I called him on it and he tried attacking me. Shada taught me how to fight, so when they arrived and saw his face looking a lot like a nerfburger, those damned YVH droids thought I was trying to kill him, not the other way around. Where is that thing?"
Ami began pulling handfuls of stuff out of the backpack, creating a bit of a nest around her backpack with various bits of clothes and personal items landing all over the carbonite encased form of their father. Ben tried to ignore the bright pink lacy underwear that landed on top of the pile right in front of him, reminding himself that this attractive woman was his sister despite only knowing her for about five minutes.
"And to make a long story short, I got thrown into jail for self defense. Nobody ever said the Hutts were the most just of judges. Ah, here it is!"
Ami held up a small cosmetic shell with a triumphant smile. She opened it carefully and pried off the plastic bottom that held the makeup. Underneath was a tiny clear disk, less than a centimetre in diameter. Ben used the Force to lift it up, gently placing it onto his left index finger nail.
"That's so cool," Ami said in awe. "Can you teach me that?"
"Sure," Ben blushed, happy that he found some small way to impress his big sister. He realized what he said and tried to correct himself. "I mean, I'd like to, but I'm not allowed. The Masters have to train anyone. Dad made that a rule a few years ago. What's on the disk?"
"All the intel I was dropping, including the transmitter codes Krayt is using to track Solo's ship," Ami said. "If you need to find one Jacen Solo, that should lead you directly to his ship."
"You're willing to help us, just like that?" Ben asked.
"I never met him," Ami said, looking back to Luke's frozen figure, now covered in her clothes. "I know she abandoned me without telling him I even existed. Somehow I've always felt that if I ever met my father, he'd be nicer to me than she ever was. If he dies, I'll never know if it's true."
Ben nodded slowly and then pulled Ami into a hug, careful not to drop the disk. When he let her go he was blushing bright red.
"I'll go give this to Artoo," Ben mumbled and turned away from her. He turned back after a second. "You can join me if you want."
"I'll be right there," Ami said, pointing to her strewn about clothes. "After I clean up."
"Mom likes a clean ship," Ben agreed and finally disappeared.
"I bet she does," Ami said and looked around the cargo bay. She looked back at Luke and grabbed a handful of her clothes off his face. "What the hell were you thinking, Skywalker?"
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Jaina hesitated outside of room 8162, building up the courage to face the occupants. She knew one of them, Major Daniels, was likely to make inappropriate remarks about, well, anything, but the other was her bigger concern. She still wanted to avoid Danni Quee, but this was one of those times that she knew there were more important things than her anger toward Jag and Danni. She punched the activation button and the door smoothly slid sideways into the wall, letting her walk in.
The lab was a large dark room with several tables and computers spread out around it. On one table looked like a miniature version of a super laser, which Danni and Daniels were tweaking while consulting some instruments.
"What the frak now?" Daniels muttered. "We're busy! Frag off!"
"Oh, shut up, you demented mynock," Danni muttered under her breath, breaking her usual cool demeanour, but on recognizing Jaina, she resumed a formal composure. "Jaina. How can we help you?"
Jaina held up the data card from Katarn.
"Superlaser schematics," Jaina said. "Got them from Katarn."
Daniels tried to rush over to her, but Danni pushed him back and approached Jaina on her own.
"The original Death Star schematics?" Danni asked.
"Just the laser component," Jaina said, tossing it to Danni. "That's all he had."
"That's all we need," Danni said with a smile. "Thank you, Jaina."
"Whatever."
Jaina turned around and made for the door.
"We didn't want to hurt you," Danni said. "We just became friends and..."
Jaina snapped. She turned around and used the Force to shove Danni across the room, launching the blonde woman several metres where she slammed against the bulkhead and slid down it.
"Just became friends and what?" Jaina screamed. "Started fraking each other to keep warm on those cold Csillan nights? You couldn't keep your damned hands off him when you knew he was taken?"
"If he was taken you shouldn't have avoided him for all those years!" Danni shouted back and scrambled to her feet. She stepped right up to Jaina and pushed her. "It's your own fault he drifted away from you, not mine! We're not all Jedi robots like you!"
Jaina took a swing at Danni's face, but the scientist was faster than she thought. Danni ducked under the punch and threw her own, which Jaina grabbed and yanked on to send Danni to the ground at her feet. She kicked Danni in the stomach seven times until she heard the scientist gasping for air. Finally realizing what she had done, Jaina ran out of the room.
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The nexu and gellbeast used the bulk of the rancor to springboard their jumps off the arena floor and land on the upper ring populated by the snipers where they began to rip the unwitting soldiers apart. Blaster bolts fired off haphazardly as the snipers tried to frantically fire their unwieldy long range weapons at the canine and feline tearing through their ranks.
Jacen dropped onto the rancor's back and gestured to the Aga to begin ripping the arena walls apart. It let out a floor-shaking roar, reared up on its four hind legs, and slammed its two massive front claws into the nearest wall, creating a sizeable dent. Subsequent impacts created a makeshift ramp, and Jacen gestured to the rancor to proceed up the ramp, only after the rancor picked up Zara and held her close to protect her with his thick hide.
With the Aga ripping out a path for the rancor and Jedi to take, Jacen directed their efforts toward where he felt Pocobello had run away down a narrow pathway. The nexu came up to the side of the rancor, showing off her blood-stained teeth in a proud smile of accomplishment for having finished off the snipers, and Jacen dropped to her back. He gestured through the Force where he wanted to go, and the nexu took off at a sprint down the narrow hallway. He had to use the Force to keep himself on the feline and rip the doors out of the way as they raced along with the Aga, rancor, and Gellbeast not far behind.
The Force led Jacen and nexu until he finally saw the stout man running for his life down a long corridor. Four great bounds later and the nexu tackled Pocobello as Jacen hopped off, sending the Vigo into a sprawl across the metal floor. The nexu took up position on one side of the hallway, blocking Pocobello from going any further, and Jacen approached him from the other side, both lightsabers blazing.
Pocobello scrambled to bring his blaster to face Jacen and fired off a shot that was easily deflected, carefully angled to buzz past the Vigo's ear and diffuse against the floor. A flick of Jacen's mind yanked the blaster out of Pocobello's hands, and Jacen's green lightsaber bisected it as it sailed past him down the hall where the two pieces clattered to a halt. He reached out a hand and grabbed Pocobello by the neck with the Force and lifted him into the air, forcing his jaw open. With the Force to guide his intuition, he yanked out one particular tooth to his hand and dropped the Vigo back to the ground.
"Just kill me," Pocobello offered, surprisingly calm. The look of defeat was written all over his pudgy face. "I made a mistake. Don't leave me for them."
"I want details on the Black Sun," Jacen growled. "Names, command structure, operations from the top down, files. Everything."
"Everything is encrypted," Pocobello said. "I don't even have access to that information. I have my operation, which you're doing a very good job of destroying, and that's it. Every month I pay a percent of my profits to a numbered account on Nar Shadda and they don't kill me."
The Gellbeast came to Jacen's side and the crashing of the Aga and Rancor grew increasingly louder, giving Jacen an idea.
"Here's what I'll do for you," Jacen said, crouching down to Pocobello's height and deactivating his lightsabers. "If you give me everything you have on the Black Sun, I'll let you live. If you don't, I'll give each of your four pets a limb to chew on very, very slowly, until you do. Understand?"
The nexu licked the side of Pocobello's face to emphasize her new master's point, but he looked back at Jacen with indifference.
"I told you, I'm already dead. The Black Sun will find me. I'm better off telling you nothing. No Jedi would ever do what they will do to me."
The Aga finally arrived, rancor waiting just behind with Zara still cradled in his arms. Leaving the nexu and gellbeast to guard his prisoner, Jacen retrieved Zara and used the Force to heal and revive her from the effects of the poison. Her eyelids fluttered open and Jacen smiled at her. She looked up at the Aga staring back at her, then at the nexu and gellbeast guarding the Black Sun Vigo.
"New friends?"
"You were too busy napping to help out," Jacen said reasonably and gestured back at Pocobello. "He doesn't want to talk."
"Threaten him with the pets?"
"Yeah. He didn't budge."
"What about making him think he's a three year old girl for the rest of his life?"
"Too late. He already is."
"Hey, I'm right here!" Pocobello called out. "I can hear you!"
"Only one thing to do."
"Indeed," Zara said with a grim tone. "We'll have to take him with us."
"What?"
Jacen turned to Pocobello. "We'll take you with us. Keep you safe from the Black Sun."
Evident confusion crossed Pocobello's face until identical malicious grins broke out on Jacen and Zara's faces.
"And teach you what pain really is all about."
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The Shumogi system enjoyed a rare feature where nearly the entire solar system was spherically surrounded by asteroids. The outermost planet, a giant almost entirely comprised of silicon, had been struck by a rogue planetoid millions of years ago and they shattered each other. The remains of the two planets had evenly scattered around the solar system, providing a large bubble of debris that provided only two safe entrances into the solar system – directly above and below the sun. This bubble had deterred Shumogi, the only inhabitable planet in the system, from being colonized until the beginning of Palpatine's Empire. Consisting of a small population loyal to a dictatorial style of governance, Shumogi had been selected as a data warehouse facility to back up all of the Bogan Empire's data on Coruscant. While all of the data was heavily encrypted and stored kilometres below the ground, making theft of the data a difficult and pointless exercise, Shumogi was essential to the protection of the Bogan Empire's data.
Being largely self-sufficient, a blockade had little effect on the planet. However, parking an interdictor on the holonet relay and jamming the incoming backup signal from Coruscant did attract a lot of attention. And if there was one thing Eriana Fostenon and her Black Vornskrs wanted right now, it was the attention of the Bogan Fleet.
"One Obsidian class Bogan Destroyer has entered the system." Eriana caught the announcement and opened her eyes. She was standing in front of the main window on the bridge of a Mark-II Victory class Star Destroyer, searching for her centre in the Force before the battle began. "They're approaching from the bottom of the system."
"Initiate the attack on the decoys," Eriana ordered, taking her place at the main tactical display in the centre of the bridge. "Deploy the wall and signal Cooper with the enemy ship trajectory and a four minute countdown. Launch all fighters to escort duty and send the activation signal to the gravity mines. Have our interdictors prepare to engage on my mark."
The crew sprung into activity, and Eriana imagined the bridges of every ship in her fleet becoming a hub of controlled chaos. She brought her attention to the display in front of her and watched as the six decoys, Bogan allied corvettes stolen from Fondor, crawled across the screen toward the Bogan destroyer, followed by thirty Vornskr capital ships firing at them.
"The decoys' distress signal is going out with the authentication codes we stole at Fondor," the sensor officer reported. "Decoy shields are holding for now. They're getting a response...they're being ordered to take cover behind the destroyer while it attacks us."
"Signal the simulators to execute Plan A," Eriana said and punched a button on her console. "Viper and Python groups: get in there and engage at point blank range. Archers and Hunters, jump to your assigned coordinates and hit 'em hard."
The four fleet groups powered up from their hiding points within the solar system and performed a synchronized microjump into their designated formations, each formation consisting of nearly two hundred and fifty ships each. Ships with long range weapons, like the Mandalorian Aggressor-class destroyers and those with Hapan-designed turbolasers kept their distance while the Keldabe-class, Imperial, andvariousother capital ships raced toward the lone Bogan Destroyer. The Vipers dropped into formation above the Bogan Destroyer, the Pythons below, and the Archers and Hunters assembled on either side of it with a clear line of fire to launch their long-range weapons. While they pummeled the shields of the Bogan Destroyer, it spat back angry bursts of energy in all directions, pounding into the shields of the Black Vornskr ships while ignoring the decoy ships that seemed to be doing nothing but cowering in fear near the back of the Destroyer.
"Main weapon firing."
Eriana watched as the three-pronged weapon on the top of the Bogan Destroyer began to glow and coalesce into the centre of the weapon. It lanced out, and Eriana smiled as the energy dissipated against the wall – a trio of planetary shield generators mounted on the nose of Pulastra's Super Star Destroyer, the largest target in the entire Vornskr fleet.
"The Intimidator is reporting that the wall is burned out! Enemy superlaser is recharging."
"Alright, Vornskrs, we've got two minutes! All fighters break escort and attack the Destroyer!" Eriana shouted. "How are those decoys doing?"
"Five seconds to detonation!"
Eriana turned her attention to the real-time camera and watched as the hulls of the decoy ships began glowing red. The ships stolen from the attack on Fondor had been packed with the asteroids from Pulastra's raid and combined with the crated engines stolen by the Raider teams on Fondor. Each of the corvette engines strapped to the surface of an iron-rich asteroid and angled at the Bogan Destroyer provided eighty four balls of high energy molten plasma exploding toward the shields of the Bogan Destroyer like giant claymore mines. Added to the explosive capacity of an overloaded engine core and the many weapons of over a thousand attacking capital and assault ships, the six decoy ships exploded with enough power to severely deplete the shields of the Bogan Destroyer.
"Enemy shields showing twenty percent and dropping!" the tactical officer announced.
"Redouble firepower," Eriana shouted back. "Focus all fire on the shield arrays, weapon systems and engines, but leave that superlaser alone. Signal General Cooper to jump his fleet now. Tell all commanders to keep their strongest shields toward that ship and keep cycling through fresh laser batteries."
Pure destructive power rained down on the Bogan Destroyer as the Vornskrs fired everything from turbolasers to mass drivers with merciless brutality. Fighters and other combat ships began pouring out of the hanger bays, but the overwhelming onslaught of the incoming fire shredded their ranks, allowing the Destroyer only a brief reprieve from the onslaught of the pirate fleet. Hundreds of fighters rushed to their deaths, and General Cooper's fleet finally dropped in from hyperspace behind the Destroyer.
"Their shields are failing," Eriana's tactical officer shouted. "Registering explosions all over the hull. Their weapons and outer hull are being decimated."
"All ships, ion cannons only!" Eriana called out over a fleet wide broadcast. "Repeat, ion cannons only! Shoot to disable!"
The space around the fleet changed from a multicoloured glow to a steady pulse of blue ion cannon blasts hammering the Bogan Destroyer and causing giant ripples of energy to play across the hull...except from the rear.
"Sir, General Cooper's fleet is still using turbolasers and torpedoes," Eriana's tactical officer reported.
"Signal him to cease fire..." Eriana was interrupted by a bright flash of light as the engines on the Bogan Destroyer flared up. "Cooper, cease fire immediately!"
The Bogan Destroyer exploded internally, cracking the hull in half down the length, splitting it into two almost perfectly even parallelograms. Eriana watched in horror as the two ship parts drifted in space and Cooper's ships continued to attack. She slammed her fist on the broadcast fleetwide button and screamed into the microphone.
"General Cooper, stop firing or I'll kill you myself! Someone take that bastard into custody!"
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