Reserved Leader/Upset Queen

[Tiberius]

"Of course, Empress. She will not leave the planet, and even if she made it off the surface she won't be able to leave the system. The interdictor Restrainer has arrived in system and the Compellor is already on station. My troops will rip the planet apart to find her. She will be recaptured!" Tiberius said to the glowering holofigure of his Empress.

Meanwhile outside the shuttle had landed and figures in black armour marched out, each suit incorporating a vital living component, a Ysalamir. Each of the armours waerers where expert fighter and with the craeture they removed the Jedis greatest ally, the force. The Jedi on the planet were doomed as theese harded veterans got to work, one purpose burned into their minds, kill the Jedi!

[Amaurea]

Rithen saw a muscle in his master's jaw flinch. The Jedi tapped into his patience reserves once more and addressed the Queen camly and politely. "Your Highness, I must implore you to trust us. We can bring you to meet with the Republic fleet and there you can inform them of the technicalities of the situation here on New Alderaan. Your information will help them better organize an attack--" He broke off suddenly, which was rather unlike Nammon to do. His gaze snapped up and he frowned, looking about the hallway.

There had been, as they say, a disturbance in the Force.

Rithen felt it as well, and the young Padawan tensed. Something was coming...something bad. He was not as skilled as his master in the ways of the Force, and so he was not sure exactly what it was. He did know it would mean trouble. "Master....we don't have time for this..."





((OOC: OMB I live...sorry guys >_< My muse died and I had to bury him and dig him back up again.))

[Kat]

The young Queen had been watching Nammon speak, convinced that she wouldn't be going anywhere. She knew their words would not convince her to leave...but then Nammon stopped, and his apprentice seemed more alert as well. She blinked, glancing down the hallway, wondering what they were looking for. "What's wrong?" she asked, slowly.

She sensed a little something too, but didn't think much of it. Lately, she had been feeling and sensing some odd things. She wasn't sure what they were, but hadn't been paying much attention to them at all...

[Amaurea]

The Jedi were silent for a moment, as though they had not heard the Queen speak. Their eyes gazed off, not truely looking at anything. Rather they were sifting through the Force, trying to get an idea of what was coming.

After a few seconds, Nammon had a good idea of what it was.

Again he turned to Queen Aimee. "Your Highness, I understand why you do not wish to leave your people. I would feel the same way. However, my apprentice and I are not leaving this planet unless you are with us. So if you stay, we must do the same. And I fear if we do not act now the situation will very quickly become far more dangerous than it already is. For all of us."

[Kat]

She listened to his warning, then sighed, pondering over her options. Finally, she raised her hands in defeat. "Fine then. I shall accompany you to seek out help. But you must promise me, we'll recieve it quickly. My people won't last long in the hands of the Empire." she replied in as calm a voice as she could muster.

[Amaurea]

Relief filled Rithen as the Queen finally agreed. A grin spread across his face and Nammon gave a respectful bow of his head. "You have my word, Your Highness. Now come," he said gently. He raised a hand to usher her along. The Jedi began leading her swiftly down the hallway.

[Kat]

She reluctantly allowed them to lead her off, and she glanced around the halls, wondering if this would be the last time she ever saw them. No, she wouldn't think like that. She had confidence in the Republic...she hoped they would come to New Alderaan's aide. As she strode down the hallway, she, un-noticed, patted a hidden pocket in her dress, making sure her blaster was still hidden there....just in case.

[Tiberius]

A blaster bolt richocheted down the corridor causing the queen to duck as it whined over head. A squad of stormtroopers had found her and the jedi and was aming its intentions clear, stop or be killed. Comm links quickly relayed the contact back to Tiberius and those he charged with the hunt. At the far end of the corridor sinster black armoured figures moved quickly to intercept the rebel group, force weapons drawn and crackling with energy, the time to fight or flee rapidly approaching.

[Kat]

When the Queen ducked the bolt, she whipped out her blaster, sending a shot in the direction of that who shot at her. "I think we have company!" she called to the jedi, pointing down the hall with her blaster. "If you have a plan, lets execute it!"

[Amaurea]

The Jedi froze as their enemies appeared, the blaster bolt shrieking past Nammon's head. The Jedi master barely blinked. Rithen tensed for a moment but then made himself relax as Nammon had taught him. Stormtroopers and...Ysalamir fighters.

This was not good.

But Nammon remained calm, and in turn so did his apprentice. "Your Highness, stay behind us," he warned gently. The Jedi's lightsabers found their hands and hummed to life once more, poised to deflect blaster fire and defend against the black hunters.

[Kat]

Aimee tensed, lowering her blaster, stepping behind the Jedi. She kept an eye on their backsides, making sure nothing was coming from behind. When and if she saw anything, she was quick to shoot them down. "Well, what now?"

[Amaurea]

Rithen's jaw tensed and he glanced back at the Queen. She was an eager one, wasn't she? But it was Nammon who spoke. "Patience, Your Highness. Right now you will trust us."

[Kat]

"More will come. We'll be outnumbered. We won't be able to escape." she said, frowning. The Jedi were too patient for her liking. Every moment wasted, was every moment her people were in danger.

[Tiberius]

The strormtoopers fanned out as they advanced down the corridor. Their white armour contrtasting with the black armour of the Ysalamir fighters as their blasters sweeped the corridor. The lead trooper stopped as movement crossed his view, and quickly informed the rest with a report over his commlink.

The black armoured figures took the lead as they leaped forward, a stench of ozone filling the corridor as energy weaposn cracked into life. Energy swords and shields burst into existance as they charged their hated enemy. The first charged into the senior looking one whilst the rest pilled into the apprentice. Waves of skill and hatred flowed through the fighters as they attacked forcing the jedi back, as they brought the time for the prey to be caught in the ever closing trap.