[All text appearing in BOLD are the exact word for word dialogue from the cut scene from the Bounty Hunter class story. Where it is NOT in bold, I had made changes to the dialog.]
"Our orders are to return to zeh Nova Star," the pilot, Edrik, said, objecting to Wrehn's new plan.
"Wait! Stop!" Wrehn said, instantly annoyed, then asking, "Who made those orders?"
"Well, uhhh,"
"Well, uhhh," Wrehn repeated, mocking the pilot, "I did. Those are my orders. Now, I'm issuing new orders."
"But, but," Edrik protested.
"But, but," Wrehn mocked him again, "I'm paying for the use of this dropship. I can do with it what I want. Right now, I want you to take us to the Executive Tower across from the Senate Tower. I gave you the coordinates, now go!"
"Kapitan Erok'eple'romai vill not approve zat our dropship does not return vith zeh others," Edrik complained to his customer.
"Captain Erok'eple'romai is working for me, too," Wrehn said, starting to lose her temper, "Get us to the Executive Tower, NOW!"
Edrik seemed to be thinking it over.
"Tell Captain Erok'eple'romai that I hijacked the ship," Wrehn said, offering the pilot an excuse for him to use.
"I cannot lie to zeh Kapitan!" the pilot objected, mildly horrified at the idea.
"But it isn't a lie," Wrehn said, punching her cousin in the back of his helmeted head with her armored fist, "See? I'm really hijacking the ship."
Edrik turned to look back, furious, but his eyes changed when he saw behind Wrehn, his load master held at blaster rifle point by Torian, and Gault pointing his blaster rifle at his younger brother's head.
"Very vell," he acquiesced, making the necessary course corrections.
His brother, Gunter, unaware of what was happening behind him, turned to look at his elder sibling with some surprise. He turned to look at his cousin, Wrehn, to give her a glare of disapproval, but then saw Gault, coldly eyeing him, pointing his blaster rifle at him.
"He ist zeh pilot und zeh commander of zis ship," he told Gault, " I go vhere he says vee go. Zhere ist no need to point zat at me."
"Smart guy," Gault said, his cold expression not changing, "Show me that you're smarter by carefully handing me your sidearm."
"Do it," Edrik ordered, unholstering his own blaster pistol and passing it back, over his shoulder.
Wrehn accepted the weapon. Gunter, the copilot, passed his weapon back, too, and Wrehn accepted that one, as well.
Wrehn turned to look at Nancy. The load master's face was mostly hidden by her helm and respirator. Wrehn held her hand out. The fear in her eyes turned to a hurt expression, causing Wrehn to have a momentary pang of guilt, but she held firm.
"Your blaster pistol, Betin'anc'yomai," Wrehn insisted.
Nancy handed her weapon over to Wrehn. Wrehn then stowed their weapons in the gear lockers behind the benches.
"Gault, Torian you can put your rifles down," Wrehn said, in Basic. Then in Mando'a, "Clan Chief, leave two men on the dropship to ensure they don't try to leave without us."
"Ur Nehn Sharratt, Todeh Grehd Sharratt," the clan chief said by way of reply, in Mando'a, "You two shall remain aboard and ensure the pilots don't try to leave."
"Yes, Clan Chief," the two men snapped their replies, though greatly disappointed.
This time Wrehn spoke in Basic.
"How did House Bruuga do with their raid inside the mansion?" she asked Ymmiir.
"The Jedi helped us when they left house," Ymmiir said, laughing. "First, Bruuga went to office. They looked for safe. The Bruuga find two safe. Both were opened and empty. Second, they open drawers of desk. No datapads or memory sticks. Third, they looked for art. They took paintings from walls, statues from pedestals," giving a small shrug of his shoulders, he added, "Later, we will look. Perhaps the Bruuga did not break anything."
"We can only hope," Wrehn said, smiling at his joke, "I'll let you keep the art as your bonus."
"Ha! Ha! Now, I really hope they did not break anything!" Ymmiir replied, with real mirth.
Finally, Wrehn addressed the Sith.
"If you guys weren't there, we probably would have took major damage. I don't know about Adelino Marr, but that Jun Seros seemed to give you two a lot of trouble. He would have laid in a good hurt on us."
The Sith lords, acknowledged her praise and thanks, with a nod of their heads.
Wrehn went back to the flight deck.
"Some'dri'komai, come back to the troop compartment. Erudeg'unte'romai, you fly. When we get to the target scene, just circle around a few times until Some'dri'komai resumes control of the ship."
"Without acknowledging their orders, the two Chiss men complied.
"You have the controls," Edrik said in Cheunh.
"I have the controls," Gunter answered.
Edrik then got out of his seat and entered the troop compartment, as ordered. When he sat in one of the benches, Wrehn began the brief.
"Mako, get your projector out and bring up the Executive Tower," she said, then waited for Mako to bring up the requested image. She adjusted the size of the hologram so that everyone could see it without crowding the projector.
"Originally, I thought about taking the chancellor out in his offices," she said, "but I figured that the building would have heavy security, so I gave up on that plan."
"And what's different, now?" Gault asked.
From his tone, Wrehn's crew could tell that the Devaronian was not at all pleased that his boss was exposing them to an unplanned and unnecessary risk.
"What's different is our entry into the building," she replied, then turning her head to look at Edrik, she added, "The chancellor's offices are on the top occupied floor, below the steeple. This is the reception lobby. It's a grand lobby with a high ceiling.
"You lower your landing gear, crash into the window, and land the ship as far in as you can, and drop the ramp."
"Now, wait a moment, here!" Edrik objected.
Calaverous, Gault, and Skadge burst into laughter.
Mako looked at her employer with a great deal of concern.
Nancy, became awed by Wrehn's daring.
"Lets do this!" Vindis insisted, "I'm with Yehw'reh'nomai!"
"That's a rather desperate plan," Calaverous said, laughing, "Do you really believe it will work?"
"SHUT IT! EVERYONE! JUST SHUT IT!" Wrehn shouted explosively at everyone.
Everyone became shocked into silence. The Sith were beside themselves with outrage, but neither uttered a word.
"That window," Wrehn continued, balefully glaring at her cousin, "is three centimeters of permaglass. You're ship is armored. Ramming that window will not damage your ship, except scratch the paint. So, don't worry about damage to your ship.
"As soon as the ramp drops," Wrehn said, shifting her attention to her crew, and to Ymmiir and his ten volunteers, "we'll rush into the building. Kill everyone that you think might give us even the smallest bit of trouble.
"Gault, Torian, you'll join the clan chief in clearing out any security forces you come across. Ymmiir Sharratt will be in charge of your group."
"Got it," Gault replied.
"Understood," Torian said.
Ymmiir nodded his acknowledgment.
"Skadge, Mako, you're with me," Wrehn continued, "Skadge, use your blaster cannon to wreck the turbolifts."
"Oh, yeah!" the Houk brute replied, clapping his hands once and rubbing them together in anticipation.
"Mako, you'll be scanning for any traps, and defenses. If you don't find any, or if you did and neutralized them, start going over the computers and look for secrets we can sell on auction."
"My specialty!" Mako chirped.
"Vindis, Calaverous," Wrehn concluded, "keep alert for Jedi."
Vindis was still furious at Wrehn's tone of voice, and it showed on her features, but she nodded acknowledgment of her orders.
Calaverous' features were neutral, but significantly, he wasn't smiling.
Wrehn decided to give everyone a pep talk.
"We're going to succeed. There's no way they know we're coming. There's no way for them to spy on us, in here, the way they did on Nar Shaddaa. We failed at the mansion because they knew we were coming. Despite knowing this, their ambush was pitifully set up.
Those reaction reinforcement forces should have had their hide positions a lot closer than they were. And what in the Nine Hells were they thinking, using ordinary speeders to respond to the chancellor's mansion? They should have used armored troop carriers carrying heavy armored shock troops, not those thinly armored security cops!"
Torian and Ymmiir nodded their concurrence in her critique of the Republic's performance.
"They think we're doing the normal thing and are withdrawing from the star system," Wrehn continued, "We will take them completely by surprise and make them pay for their failure at the mansion when we collect Dorian Janarus' head at his office!"
The Mandalorians, including Torian, cheered her speech.
Gault rolled his eyes.
"Yeah! We're gonna do some more blasting!" Skadge proclaimed excitedly.
"Your fans loved your speech, Wrehn!" Mako said, teasing her friend.
"Well, you've made some good points, Yehw'reh'nomai," Calaverous said, clapping slowly, mockingly, "Let's draw lots to see who gets to decapitate him."
"Some'dri'komai," Wrehn said, ignoring Calaverous' veiled mockery, "return to your post and fly the mission."
He looked carefully at the hologram and asked Mako to adjust the image, so that it would look smaller. He wanted to get an idea of where at the top of the tower he as aiming for. Then he returned to his pilot's seat, and took control of the ship.
"Everyone strap in, we're going to crash into a building," Wrehn warned.
The few aboard quickly rushed to their seats and strapped themselves back into their seats facing inward towards each other.
"Serty seconds out!" Nancy shouted out, suddenly. Then, "Tventy seconds out!" Followed by, "Brace for impact!"
Then as the nose of the dropship made contact with the hardened permaglass, she shouted, "Release your seat restraints!"
Wrehn undid her seat restraints.
"Stand, und face zeh ramp!"
Wrehn stood to her feet and held on to an overhead grab bar. The dropship slammed onto the floor of the lobby quite hard. The ramp dropped, and Wrehn saw a sight she didn't care for. Only ten feet from the bottom of the ramp was the edge of the floor, where the smashed remains of a window pane lay scattered. Slipping and falling could easily result in falling out the window, two thousand stories to one's death.
"GO! GO! GO!" Nancy shouted at the top of her lungs.
This time, she made sure Wrehn wouldn't steal her small part in the operation.
Ymmiir's warriors, along with Torian and Gault were the first to exit, rushing down the ramp and unto the luxurious glass encrusted carpeting in the reception lobby. Wrehn, followed by Mako and Skadge rushed down the ramp. The Sith were last. But they walked down the ramp. At the bottom of the ramp, they turned towards the right, rounding towards the front of the dropship, which had its stealth field turned off.
Ur Nehn Sharratt and Todeh Gherd Sharratt reluctantly remained standing with their weapons at the ready.
Ur Nehn Sharratt spoke to Nancy, "Tell pilot that we stay here. We will not let pilot leave our comrades."
"Vhat?!" Nancy shouted in complete outrage, "How dare you sink zat of us?!"
"We mean no insult. Please, tell pilot," Ur Nehn Sharratt said, earnestly.
Nancy turned to tell the pilot.
"I heard him," the pilot said before she could report.
"There goes our chance to get away," Gunter said in Cheunh, joking.
However, Nancy was scandalized.
"Were you really going to leave her behind?" she demanded, worried for Yehw'reh'nomai.
"I said that in jest," the copilot said, laughing, "We would never leave your big sister behind."
"You may go in now, Master Secretary," the receptionist said, after standing to inform the man.
He had to cross nearly thirty meters of luxurious carpeting to get to the doors next to the receptionist's desk.
The lobby was enormous, surrounded on three sides by massive permaglass windows. The receptionist had long become accustomed to the view of the gleaming tall slender towers on both sides of the lobby, and of the gargantuan domed structure a few kilometers away, in front of her. The Senate Tower.
The reception lobby was a huge rectangular space. At the short ends, the two, floor to ceiling window panes were thirty meters wide, twenty meters high, and three centimeters thick. The long side of the lobby wall was one huge window pane ninety meters long, twenty meters high, and three centimeters thick.
Behind the receptionist, the wall was as large as the main window pane. It was made from a mixture of decoratively artistic charcoal grey durasteel, which was inlaid with an exotic wood imported from Pii IV, greel wood. Greel wood was naturally ruby red with naturally occurring black tree ring patterns. It's beauty really came out with a glossy varnish finish.
Greel wood was a vary, very rare and extraordinarily expensive wood which was imported, of course. Greel wood was becoming more, and more rare and much harder to obtain. This meant that the price for greel wood was growing exponentially with each order.
The wall behind the receptionist had one hundred thirty five million credits worth of greel wood which was cut, randomly shaped, highly polished, and precisely inlaid into the perfectly polished charcoal grey durasteel wall. One hundred thirty five million credits worth of greel wood was over half of the trunk of one tree measuring three meters long and thirty centimeters in diameter.
Finally, to add even more character to the lovely wall, a series of handwoven colorful tapestries were hung, here and there, over the ninety meter long, twenty meter high expanse of wall. Of course the tapestries were hung carefully, so as not to cover any of the greel wood.
The giant space was well air conditioned, which was important, as Coruscant's morning star shined brightly into the lobby through the smoke grey tinted glass.
A delegation of five Senators stood before two turbolifts at the left end of the expansive reception lobby, to the receptionist's right. They waited for the lift doors of one of them to slide open.
One of the senators watched as the receptionist, at the center of the lobby, welcomed a government official into the double sliding doors next to her desk on her right.
Those doors led to a vast sea of cubicles. Offices lined both the left and right sides of the vast space. Several hundred office clerks occupied the cubicles. Supervisory functionaries, administrative assistants, managers and directors occupied the windowed offices on either side of the vast area of cubicles. At the center of this vast rectangular space, across from the doors, beside the receptionist, was the double sliding doors to the chancellor's office.
"No matter how it is spun," one senator, waiting at the turbolift, said, "the supreme chancellor's career is finished."
"He promised to step down," another senator replied, adding, "but I've seen other government officials make that same promise only to renege on their word later on."
"This can't be swept under the Jawa merchant's rug," a third senator, a Force Sensitive Miralukan alien who rejected the Jedi Order, declared.
Shaking her veiled head, she added, "This must go public, or other Jedi and SIS agents will abuse the authority entrusted to them. The Jedi Council must be told of what's occurred. We'll have to send an envoy to Tython with a letter demanding they take action to police their order.
"They've taken too many liberties, and have begun to act beyond their role as allies. They behave as though they are acting members of our government."
"We'll have to enact laws that limit the influence of Republic citizens who are members of the Jedi Order," yet another senator said, "If we are not careful, our republic will be made into a theocracy."
The other Senators nodded their concurrences as they waited for two passengers to exit the express turbolift before entering.
These two turbolifts had only four stops, the floor with the chancellor's offices, the chancellor's security response team's station one floor down from the chancellor's office, the chancellor's private speeder port two floors down, and the enormous building lobby floor filled with many, many other turbolifts which serviced the rest of the building.
The base of the impossibly tall tower building had it's foundation rooted on the rooftop of the mega building below it. The massive lobby with its hundreds of turbolifts was the building's sole entry and exit way. The senators took their seats in the turbolift car and endured the several minutes long ride all the way down to the lobby one thousand nine hundred and seventy three floors down.
Meanwhile, at the receptionist's desk.
"Please, have a seat Senators," the receptionist said, smiling, "Chancellor Janarus is in a short meeting with the Secretary of Wartime Industrial Production. The meeting will not be long. He'll receive your delegation, soon."
The two senators nodded their acknowledgment and turned, making their way to the same sitting area that the government official had been waiting in before.
"Senator Harrii, while we wait, let us discuss the legislation which will come up for a vote, tonight," one senator said to the other, "I still have great reservations about it in its current form and would like to have it taken off the docket. It needs more work."
Meanwhile, the receptionist was fielding another call.
"Yes, Senator Gramatu, I understand your frustration, but the soonest that I can schedule you to see the chancellor is on…"
She'd stopped speaking having been greatly startled by a rather loud banging sound on the window to her left. She, and the Senators who'd seated themselves in luxurious chairs, all looked at the huge permaglass window at the right end of the reception lobby, the receptionist's left.
The massive window began to slowly warp and make frighteningly loud cracking sounds until it shattered explosively, sending pieces of shattered glass, both large and small, deep into the lobby. Much of the glass was then blown out of the lobby, as the vast reception lobby explosively decompressed from the sudden drop in air pressure at such a high altitude.
The receptionist was so thoroughly traumatized by the violence of the accidental crash of the huge lory, that she didn't realize that it was invisible a few seconds before. Then suddenly several armored droids armed with blasters came from behind the lory. One of the armored droids came at her and began shouting at her. It sounded human. The shock was too much for her, and she fainted.
"Skadge, take those turbolift doors out!" Wrehn ordered, as she ran, "Stay here and watch that no security forces try climbing up the turbolift tube shafts!"
The two Senators had become greatly shocked by the sights and sounds of the explosively shattering permaglass. As shocked as they were, they managed to run towards the turbolifts at the opposite end of the lobby. Their shock at seeing Mandalorians pouring into the lobby from that transport, made them run faster.
This was unfortunate for them, because Skadge, from in front of the receptionist's desk, began letting loose on the two turbolift doors. Turbolifts go up when the air pressure below the lift is increased, and a partial vacuum is created above the lift. To make it go down, the pressures above and below the lift are reversed.
Skadge blasted the turbolift doors into red hot glowing shrapnel that allowed the strong vacuum in the lift tubes to suck the shrapnel and both Senators in. The Houk brute was about to blast them both, but then he watched them get sucked in.
"Wrehn, Mako, did you see that?!" he asked, laughing and having a hoot.
Wrehn had already run through the double sliding doors behind Ymmiir and his warriors who'd started shooting into the ceiling and shouting orders at the terrified office workers.
Mako had stopped long enough to answer the Houk.
"I've never seen anything like that before," she said, laughing and adding, "I made a record of it. We'll show the crew when this is all done."
Then she ran through the sliding doors into the vast sea of office cubicles. She was petite, so she couldn't see over the partitions, but the way to the chancellor's door was straight ahead, and that's where she saw Wrehn come to a stop beside Ymmiir, who waited for Wrehn at the doors.
By the time Wrehn arrived to the chancellor's office doors, Ymmiir's men had already forced the office workers to stand at the sides of the office with their hands on their heads. The offices at the sides were searched and emptied of their occupants, who were forced to stand against the walls with everyone else and put their hands on their heads.
The only door not breached was the chancellor's. Wrehn was gratified to see Ymmiir standing by the door waiting for her arrival. The Sith followed a short time later.
With both turbolifts out, the only way for security forces to arrive on scene would be by using the emergency stairs. They could use ropes and other equipment to climb up the turbolift shafts, but that would take time to arrange.
"Ymmiir Sharratt, do you have anyone watching the emergency stairway?" she asked, in Basic.
"My men are making explosive traps there," he told her, adding, "If we hear big explosion, then we know they come."
Wrehn nodded her acknowledgment and turned to the Sith.
"Have you decided which of you is going to cut his head off?" she asked smiling.
The two Sith exchanged looks.
"Flimsi, stone, vibroshears," Calaverous said, "No using The Force, or we'll be forever tied."
Wrehn watched as the two Sith lords pumped their fists up and down three times. Vindis lost with flimsi to Calaverous' shears. With that she turned, hit the door contact and walked into the office. There were two men inside. The supreme chancellor of the Galactic Republic, and one other man unknown to them.
"Get out of the office," Wrehn ordered the unknown man.
Wordlessly, the Secretary of Wartime Industrial Production rushed past the Chiss bounty hunter and exclaimed in fear and surprise, as the warriors outside the office began shouting orders at him.
Wrehn approached the desk with the Sith lords both on her left and a half step behind, and Mako coming to a stop on her right.
Mako, immediately, began to access the wireless access ports of the supreme Chancellor's computer.
"So," Dorian Janarus said, as calmly as he could keep himself, "The Sith Empire has resorted to acts of such brutish…"
"This is a personal matter for me," Wrehn said, cutting the chancellor off and adding a lie, "I knew, I'd be dealing with Jedi, so I hired these Sith. They're expensive, but it's paid off, so far. The Jedi at your mansion are dead."
"This is just a personal matter? You expect me to believe that?" he asked, shaking his head with disdain.
"O.K., you got me," Wrehn said, seeming to concede, "Mandalore hired me. You made Mandalore look bad when you ordered your people to wipe the former champions of the Great Hunt. Mandalore is paying me, but it's still personal for me, because I'm the current champion of the Great Hunt. Your people tried, but failed to get me. Now here I am proving that a champion hunter gets their bounty."
"There's something I want to tell you…," Dorian Janarus said, his voice quavering for an instant, before continuing, "before you do what you came to do."
"Don't beg, Chancellor. It's unbecoming." Wrehn said, scowling at the supreme chancellor.
"Just… bear with me. Consider it a last request. If that means anything. I reviewed the reports surrounding the operation to apprehend you. It's… atrocious. A monumental abuse of power. I don't condone what you were doing, but I understand it. It was just your job. Jun made it personal." Dorian said, his voice catching, again.
"You expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with this?!" Wrehn asked, furiously, telling him, "I watched you condemn me, live on the holo-net just before your people came after me and the other champions!"
"I authorized the operation to bring you to justice, but what Jun did was beyond his authority," the chancellor said, as though washing his hands of the matter."
Wrehn shrugged her shoulders, indicating it didn't mean anything to her.
"I've already declassified the real details of yours and Jun's actions and revealed the abuse of power that had occurred to a delegation of Senators. They'll likely reveal it all to the public," he told Wrehn. Then hoping the Mandalorian would see his sincerity, he added, "The fallout will be tremendous. No matter how our meeting concludes, I'll be removed from office."
"Thanks, I guess," Wrehn said about his disclosure to the Senators. Then she asked in disbelief, almost laughing, "But are you seriously hoping to get fired before I can claim my bounty?"
"This isn't about me," Janarus said, trying to reason with the Mandalorian bounty hunter, "It's about the truth. The Republic cannot be based on deception, especially on matters of war," in desperation, he unthinkingly added, "I'm willing to take things a step further, if you're willing to work with me."
Calaverous laughed at what he heard, shaking his head in derision at the chancellor.
Vindis' jaw dropped on hearing the chancellor's proposal.
"I can't believe he actually thinks you'd renege on your contract and shame Mandalore, just to work with him!" Vindis said, scorchingly of the supreme chancellor.
"It's really insulting," Wrehn said, before turning to Mako, "Did you get all that?"
"Every cringey moment," Mako chirped, happily.
"Got any final wishes you want to write down, Chancellor?" Wrehn asked.
"The Galactic Republic, will do what it must," Dorian Janarus said, resolute, "I don't need to tell them anything."
"Calaverous?" Wrehn said, waving a hand at the chancellor.
In the blink of an eye, Calaverous was already on the chancellor's desk his weapon ignited, centimeters from the side of Dorian Janarus' neck.
"This is for Emperor Vitiate, and for the Sith Empire!" he barely whispered at Janarus, with such a hateful scowl.
Dorian Janarus' shocked surprise showed on his face when he realized his coming death was in retaliation for the Jedi/SIS operation to kill the Sith Emperor and that Wrehn's story was just a cover. Before he could do more than show surprise, Calaverous quickly struck, beheading the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic.
Wrehn walked around to the back of the dead chancellor's desk and recovered his severed head.
"Mission accomplished," she said, smiling, holding up the dead chancellor's head, "Now let's get the Nine Hells out of here. There's gonna be a crap ton of pissed Republic everything coming after us."
Wrehn stepped out of the chancellor's office and walked briskly down the isle, between the cubical partitions, on her way to the reception lobby. Ymmiir's warriors, quickly left their captives behind, at the sides of the huge office space, and made their way to the sliding doors. They quickly passed through the doors and entered the huge reception lobby on their way back to the dropship.
Wrehn stopped just inside of the sliding doors and turned about to look at the harried, apprehensive faces of the office workers. She swept her eyes across the fearful office workers on the left side of the vast space, and then at the ones on the right side of the huge area.
Ymmiir, Mako, and the two Sith lords, stopped and looked at Wrehn as she beheld the frightened office workers. Wordlessly, she hoisted Janarus' head high up for all to see, holding it up by his hair.
Several people fainted. Many screamed and began wailing. A few cursed her and her party, vowing vengeance, but their utter grief and anguish was palpable. She turned about and walked out the doors with the others in her party, following her out the doors.
Just as Wrehn stepped through the doors, she caught sight of Skadge let loose a long stream of bolts from his blaster cannon at the elevator shafts. At the same time, a huge explosion emanated from the emergency stairway at the side of the office space she'd just exited.
Debris blasted from the shredded door, the ruined door frame, and pieces of wreckage from the wall into the traumatized office workers. Many of the workers and administrators were injured, several quite seriously.
The security strike force had commenced their counter attack in two prongs. One prong, at the stairway was destroyed. And Skadge was shooting at the other prong. Vindis and Calaverous rushed at two heavily shielded medium duty war droids that had come up the turbolift shafts to provide covering fire for the security strike force, still climbing up the ropes in the turbolift shaft.
Skadge's shield generator was just about to give out. His shield had taken two hits, but thanks to the Sith lords' actions, the war droids turned their attention to the Sith, but this also forced Skadge to cease firing at the Republic war droids.
Wrehn had run towards the open turbolift tube shafts, running around the droids that were in the process of getting expeditiously destroyed by the Two Sith lords.
When she got close enough, she threw grenades into both shafts. The first grenade exploded, resulting in the screams of men, falling down the shaft. The second grenade came back up and out of the shaft.
"Grenade!" Wrehn shouted, as she threw herself to the carpeted floor, face down. Both Sith lords executed a powerful Force Push attack at the barely functional war droids, hurtling them towards the grenade and the turbolift shaft.
The grenade exploded, and although some of the blast force buffeted Wrehn and the Sith lords, all of the shrapnel was carried back to the turbolift shafts. The war droid wreckage, and grenade shrapnel went clattering down the shaft, but a Jedi emerged, leaping out of the shaft and into the reception lobby.
Upon landing she immediately executed a powerful Force Push attack, sending Calaverous tumbling back in the air and, immediately after, leapt into the attack against Vindis.
Skadge, running, had reached Wrehn, who was delirious, and sprawled on the carpeted floor. She was badly shaken up by the grenade blast force and struggled to get back up. The Houk brute, effortlessly helped her to her feet.
"Ha! Wrehn was sleeping on the job!"
"You're a funny guy, Skadge," Wrehn replied, woozily.
Mako showed up a moment later.
"You OK., Boss?" she asked extremely worried.
"Yeah, I'm just a little shook up," her friend replied to Mako's extreme relief.
Wrehn looked, just in time to watch the Jedi and Sith simultaneously land devastating hits on each other, both of their shield generators nearly depleted, and the terrible heat of their saber beams terribly scorching the other through their armor.
The Jedi executed another Force Push, sending Vindis back, crashing heavily onto her back. The Jedi limped towards the delirious Sith lord and raised her weapon for a final strike. Suddenly, however, she went flying towards Calaverous.
Using The Force, Calaverous caused the Jedi to fly towards him. He turned the airborne Jedi to face away from him, so that he could skewer her through her back. However, before it was too late, the Jedi used The Force to change directions, making a ninety degree turn and landing twenty meters from the Sith lord.
The Jedi had already suffered a number of injuries at Vindis' hands, and she knew she didn't have a chance in her condition against Calaverous. She used The Force to lift a medium sized potted tree, from beside the receptionist's desk, and hurled it at Calaverous. Immediately after, she hobbled as fast as her injuries permitted her, towards the turbolift shafts.
Vindis struggling to regain her feet, got on her knee, she extended both hands at the fleeing Jedi and let loose a blinding torrent of Force Lighting, which the Miralukan Jedi quickly caught on her bright blue lightsaber. When the lightning ended, she dropped down into the turbolift shaft, and was gone.
Vindis collapsed to the floor again, in obvious pain. Calaverous, his lightsaber still ignited, limped to where Vindis struggled to get back up. When she realized that he stood over her, his weapon humming menacingly, she found herself gripped by the terror of betrayal.
Calaverous, a look of utter hatred, wordlessly offered his hand. Vindis, hesitated, fearful. However, she finally accepted his hand, and was helped to her feet. She leaned on him, and the two hobbled towards the dropship.
The dead chancellor's security forces' counter offensive was over, but Wrehn's team were still in danger of getting caught by fighter ships.
"Everyone!" Wrehn shouted, "get to the dropship!"
With her wooziness starting to wear off, she started to become more aware of her situation and her surroundings and realized that her hands were empty.
"Where's his head?!" Wrehn demanded, looking around the huge carpeted floor.
She found that it had rolled several meters towards the huge center window. She trotted to the head and picked it up.
"You're not getting away, Janarus," she said, looking at the dead chancellor's face.
Wrehn picked up the pace, running to catch up to Mako and Skadge as the two walked briskly towards the dropship.
"Hurry it up, guys," the Chiss woman ordered, running past the two, "Pick up the pace!"
Wrehn finally ran up the ramp, Mako and Skadge running up behind her.
"Head counts!" she shouted out her order, "Now!"
Wrehn went through her teams roster, looking at each of her crew members in the face to ensure they were in the ship. Then she looked at Ymmiir.
"All my warriors are here," he said in Mando'a.
Wrehn didn't ask the Sith. She could plainly see they had taken their seats at the front of the troop compartment.
"Betin'anc'yomai, we're all here. Get us out of here," Wrehn ordered.
As the load master used her respirator mounted audio only communicator, Wrehn got busy processing the severed head, quickly depositing it into a portable refrigerated cooler, which had been activated during their flight to the Executive Tower. The small cooler was strapped to the larger refrigerated cooler which held Orlo Borlan's corpse.
By the time Wrehn had returned to her seat and strapped herself in, the flight crew had raised the ramp, sealing it for space flight, backed out of the reception lobby, repressurized the cabin, and reactivated the stealth field generator.
"Vee are being tracked," Nancy, sitting beside Wrehn, told her elder sister ten minutes later.
"What?" Wrehn asked, becoming worried, "How?"
"Lieutenant Edri..." Nancy started to say, but stopped herself.
"Lieutenant Some'dri'komai," Nancy amended, "says zat it ist orbital observation."
"How, though? Wrehn demanded.
"Zey are running diagnostics to determine vhy."
"I hope they figure it out fast," Wrehn said, shaking her head in disgust, "Or our victory celebration is gonna end before it even starts."
"I had yet to formulate my story of fearless daring," Calaverous said, shaking his head, feigning sorrow, "I wanted to regale a ravishing beauty with my tales of courageous heroism, before I swept her off her feet and into my arms."
Vindis was surprised into letting out a snort of amusement.
"You know? That actually isn't such a bad idea," Gault said, as though impressed, before turning to Nancy, "When we get back to the Nova Star, I'd like to regale you with my tales of heroism, and…"
"Some'dri'komai! Drop the ramp!" Wrehn shouted, "There's a Devaronian I need to toss overboard!"
The entire cabin was filled with laughter and mirth. Surprising everyone when even Vindis joined in the laughter. Nancy, smiled happily at Wrehn for her intervention, though her face was mostly hidden by her respirator and helmet.
"Fighter ships are coming," Nancy said, with signs of growing fear wiping away the last traces of mirth from her eyes, "Zey are not in range, yet, but soon."
"Take ship into heavy speeder traffic," Ymmiir suggested to Nahncy, "They cannot shoot at heavy speeder traffic."
Nancy passed on the suggestion, and the dropship suddenly changed course, and began its descent towards a heavy flow of speeder traffic.
"Maybe we can find a place to hide," Gault suggested, "while we try to figure out what broke when the ship crashed through the permaglass."
Nancy passed that suggestion along, too. Meanwhile, the ship had merged into traffic, taking up a station with lanes of speeders above, below, and on either side. This was especially dangerous, because the drivers in the stream of traffic, including taxi droids, could not see the stealthed dropship in their midst.
The fighter starships overhead were not fooled. They were able to faintly detect the enemy taking cover within the civilian traffic.
At a traffic interchange, angling down towards the giant rectangular opening on the roof of a mega building, Edrik made a course correction that took the ship into the structure.
The Republic fighter pilots were forced to break contact, but the stealthed ship's last known location was broadcast. The military would have to coordinate with local police forces, which would take a fare amount of time to set up, since the Galactic Republic military traditionally did not have direct communications with civilian police forces.
Once, communications had been established, the search for the enemy would then fall into the hands of local law enforcement. The call would go out over several jurisdictions in several mega buildings to be on the lookout for a suspicious starship within any of the regional mega buildings. In the mean time, several orbital observation sensors would keep an eye on the entire hemisphere of the planet, in case the stealthed starship attempted to escape again.
"What'd you think of their reaction when I held up his head?" Wrehn asked the Sith.
"It was glorious!" Vindis declared, smiling in exultation, their utter grief and abject fear was priceless to see and to hear!"
"I'll remember this moment for years," Calaverous said, a look of deep contemplation reflected on his face, "When I whispered to him, 'For Emperor Vitiate, and for the Sith Empire,' his eyes changed, as though he knew precisely why he was about to lose his head."
"Clan Chief?" Wrehn asked, "What about you?"
"We will celebrate when we return to Nar Shaddaa," he said, "I hope Mandalore's fleets will be there. The fighting will be fierce when Republic comes for revenge. But if we all die, we will be remembered forever."
"What about you?" Vindis asked, Wrehn.
"I'll be famous, a historical figure," Wrehn answered, then elaborated, "I've restored honor to the fallen Great Hunt champions, and have restored honor to Mandalore and to the Mandalorian Empire."
"Aaaand we'll have to go into hiding," Gault added, glibly.
"And we'll have to go into hiding," Wrehn agreed, with a chuckle.
Edrik and Gunter had spent the better part of an hour conducting diagnostic tests of the stealth field generator. Every test, to this point revealed no issues.
Wrehn and Gault had been standing at the doorless entryway to the flight deck, watching the flight crew at work.
"Maybe you have a broken or bent field transmitter?" Gault suggested.
"Zhe diagnostics show no issues," the copilot replied.
"Why don't we get out and have a look around the ship?" Calaverous suggested from his seat.
"Do you want any of us to go out and have a look around?" Wrehn asked the pilot.
"Vee may not have anozer choice," he replied, tightly, revealing his elevated stress levels.
"Find a place to land, then. Going to the old hiding spot is out of the question," Wrehn said, "by now, the law have found the bodies and will be swarming the neighborhood. So, find a new spot."
"Right," the pilot answered.
Wrehn and Gault returned to their seats and strapped in.
Based on experience, the flight crew realized they could find a virtually abandoned light industrial area if they went to the lower levels of the mega building. So, that's what they did. Edrik and Gunter navigated their way down three hundred and fifty mega floors.
There they found several burned out sub-buildings, and vacant and graffiti marred sub-buildings – that hadn't yet been burned out. Some of the park lots were filled with graffiti and burned out and abandoned speeders. There was very little speeder traffic in this corner of the mega floor.
After a thorough search over a few hours, the pilots settled on a six story park lot structure. The mega floor's ceiling lights were dark over that part of the floor, so the lighting over the park lot structure was dim. There where no speeders parked on the top parking level.
However, someone had converted the top parking level into a lounge, complete with couches, recliners, gaming tables, and a bar. There was even a hoopball court at one end of the lot. However, there were also, several individuals occupying the level.
"Yehw'reh'nomai, your presence is requested at zhe flight deck," Nancy said.
Wrehn unstrapped her seat restraints and, stepping around the refrigerators made her way to the flight deck.
"What have you got?" she asked at the hatchway.
"I vant to land zhe ship zere," the pilot said, pointing.
Wrehn saw where there, was.
"I'll ask them to give us some space," she said, adding, "Land in the hoopball court. It looks like they're not playing."
With that she turned to her fellow passengers and addressed them.
"We're gonna get out and stretch our legs," she told them, "The clan chief and I are gonna talk to the people there and ask them to let us hang out for a while."
"You're just going to ask them?" Vindis asked doubtful.
"I'll give 'em a few credits," she replied, "Credits help to make things go smoothly, but if they won't take my credits…"
"They'll take your blaster bolts! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Skadge finished for her.
"Skadge gets it," Gault quipped.