Heavy is the Crown

[Meira]

The Corellian people were a proud people. Vain, perhaps. And when they felt a need to celebrate, they pulled out all the stops. This celebration in particular was no exception. The entire week had been declared a festival. Children ran loose in the city streets, set free from the binds of classrooms and schoolwork. Anyone that could took off from work, and treated the week like a surprise holiday. There was music, food, games, and plenty of Corellian spirits abound. The people were happy to commemorate a ceremony that would mark the continuation of tradition and peace. With the Crown Prince's acceptance of power, another generation was sure to know prosperity, for as the Royal Family flourished, so did the people.

So for a week, the whole of Corellia was wrapped up in joyous festivities. The excitement built with every day. The Royal Family made a number of appearances around the planet. First just with the Crown Prince. Then, Corellia's second son, Prince Henry, returned from his post with the Republic fleet. He was welcomed by military parades as he joined his brother and parents. Even the wayward Prince Rook came, just two days before the ceremony. The hearts of Corellian women fluttered to know he was still single.

The excitement continued to build as the last day drew near. It was as if the whole planet shook with the energy of its people. This day was about the glory of their home planet. Even the wandering spacers were drawn home by the gravity of Corellian spirit. This would be a monumental day, surely. One that would not soon, not ever, be forgotten.

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With a metallic click, Zarene Yin detached the last two pieces of her long range slugthrower, rolling up all the components into a compact bundle that most definitely was not shaped like a sniper rifle. She adjusted her belt, bandolier, and pistol holsters, tightened the straps so that they hugged her body snugly. With a wave of her hand, her cloak floated up from where it had been hanging on the wall, lifted by invisible hands, and settled around her shoulders, the folds of cloth obscuring her weapons from outside view. The hood lifted up and over her head, covering her dark hair, and a veil rose up to hide her face. She picked up the bundle and slung it over her shoulder.

Walking over the window, she looked down at sprawling city below as the Unforgiven descended through the atmosphere. She watched the bustling streets, the festive people, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen soon.

To bring about the New Order, we must first tear down the old. Zarene smiled as she thought over the things the Sith Lord had said. Let chaos rule. Today would be a good day.

[Jace]

Gabriella looked out from the cockpit, as they descended through Corellia's atmosphere. Her thoughts reflected Zerene in one way, today would indeed be a good day. Assassination was on their current agenda, and death always suited Gabriella. Well, she did prefer torture beforehand, but one couldn't always get what they wanted.

She hadn't been to Coreilla in quite some time, she had forgotten how alive it was. There was also the ceremony, and hence she could almost feel the apprehension in the atmosphere. Gabriella quickly went through a series of protocols, and the ship descended through the clouds. She quickly directed The Unforgiven in the direction of the predetermined landing pad, and they soon touched down. A flip of a couple more switches and the ship was powered down.

Gabriella made her way out of the pilot's seat and to the rear of the ship. She held her hand out as she passed her quarters, and her robe quickly flew into it. She swung it around, and over, on to her shoulders. She had both her lightsabers, and her cruelty, she was ready to go.

Now if those other cretins would just hurry up, we could move along with this whole assassination thing..

[Synth]

Ilia stood from the small spot assigned to him in the ship, his private quarters. He remained quiet through most of the trip, only speaking if absolutely necessary. Remaining distant and callous, Ilia submerged himself into the deepest energies of The Force that he could reach, letting his mind wonder the annals of the dark side itself. He did not get too far, did not discover and uncover any deadly secrets, but he strengthened his communion with the invisible entity that woven in and out of all organic life, in and out of the universe itself, The Force.

The lightsaber on his bed came hovering to his hand, through a simple application of telekinesis. He slipped it onto a holster on his belt, made of black leather, adorned with platinum colours hooks present for his accessories. Which were, quite honestly, few. Only spare energy cells in case his lightsaber had a failure, and his lightsaber itself. It was a weapon of elegance and stature, drawing attention onto itself. The crystal inside had an unique force signature, forged by Ilia's craftsmanship. The hilt was not a humble piece of forging, it was sleek and curved, giving away Ilia's inclination towards the finer art of duelling and swordsmanship. As a dark side Prophet and a Makashi user, Ilia remained nonchalant and dry, his voice always clear and strong. His posture was upright, even as he walked out of the ship and descended down the rank.

Everything was prepared, only thing to do now was follow instructions and carry on the mission. He could've cared less about proving himself to younger dark jedi aboard the ship with him, at that moment his only desire and whim was to quench his blade's hunger, allowing it to devour the crown's existence. The royal family had their heads counted and valued; their heads had been promised for Ilia and the group of Dark Jedi to claim, in and out of the public eye.

Their death must be absolute, Ilia repeated in his head, letting the words echo and reach the profound depths of his subconsciousness.

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She had only been to Corellia only once about a year and a half ago, but it did not take long for Zarene Yin, walking through some of the shadier portions of the planet's capital city, to find a local Exchange office, despite the fact that it had changed locations since her last visit. The organization had become much sneakier and less public since the end of the Jedi Civil War, when it was nearly annihilated. Now operating more in the shadows, it's offices were hidden seemingly unmarked, except for those who knew where to look. Zarene knew where to look.

After passing through a number of unmarked, ordinary-looking doors and navigating through several hundred feet of winding hallway, she came upon the front desk. The guard gave her a curious look as she entered, but made no threatening moves. Evidently anyone who found their way in this far had to be in the know. Still, one could never be too careful. "Identification?"

Zarene's cloak and veil lifted away from her body. The garments floated through the air, to the coat hangar in one corner of the room. There was no need for her to say anything. Her look, from the way she carried herself, to the distinctive mechanical arm, to the facial burns suffered from battles past, even amongst all the strange and distinctive characters that ever been employed by the Exchange, there was no mistaking who she was. The guard silently mouthed one word, "Ironfist," and quickly ducked into the next room to announce her presence.

A male twi'lek, one of the minor bosses, came out. "Is there anything I can provide you with?" A young human servant came by, offering a glass of water.

Zarene took the glass, and drank down the liquid in one gulp and wiping her mouth with her sleeve before answer. "Yes. Information."

[Synth]

Melancholy dressed his features, lips pulled and stretched into a tight line. Last time he stepped on the planet’s soil had been during his first year under his master’s tutelage, but now things had changed significantly. The king was older, and became Ilia’s target. Not to mention, his master was no longer around. Now, all grown up and serious, Ilia moved through the streets with a calm subtlety. There was at least a few hours left to spare before he had to meet with the group. Enough time to pull strings, influence left behind by his Master’s memories, old contacts and old contracts.

Ilia could be found exiting a tavern, dressed in light shades of green mending into darker tones. A thick brown utility belt clung to his waist, riding on his hips, while a simple messenger bag was strapped onto his left shoulder. His lightsaber, clipped onto the belt, remained hidden from plain sight. His expression was now a subtle smile, welcoming and inviting. His aura, once dark and permeating, seemed relaxed and conscious of its surroundings.

His Master once taught him to twist his mood and his smile, to show a side of him that was once inexistent. With such a lithe smile, Ilia assumed the costume of a Corellian Jedi, dressed in green robes. The ethereal distance he placed between himself and others still present, his regal presence assuming that dignitary position of a Jedi.

Though dark and twisted in the core, few would be able to discern his true alignment. Expert at controlling his own emotions, Ilia chose to remain distanced and silent, moving onto the accorded meeting site.

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This wasn't going to be easy, Zarene thought. She was in a small room, looking over a table filled with various maps, holos, diagrams, and schematics. That, and a small plate of confectioneries. The Exchange boss in this particular office wasn't particularly high ranked, and he was eager for Zarene to make a good report to higher ups. Not that Zarene was actually planning to make a report, but she had never been one to say no to sweets, so she played along.

Apparently the ceremony was going to be held inside the palace. According to the diagrams the room where it would be held did have a few windows, but their placement, combined with the layout of the surrounding buildings, offered no clear line of sight to where the ceremony was to be held.

No line of sight, no clear shot,... maybe she should've left her rifle on the ship. Unless...

The police building was situated near the palace, in a position that would almost, but not quite, give her the shot she needed. And then there was the matter of getting in with the heightened security for the event. Aeron, Gabriell, and Ilia were out there, trying to utilize their connections and persuasive skills to get themselves a way in. Hopefully their search would bear fruit soon.

[Meira]

((I'm going to go ahead and move this plot forward to just before the ceremony. I'll wait for a round, and then post again with NPC's and whatnot. Quick reminder: The King and the Crown Prince will be killed during the ceremony. The Queen and Second Prince will be killed during the chaos that ensues... ROOK SURVIVES!))



The time was near at hand. All the preparations had been put into place, checked, and then checked again. Though the palace would be packed with the most elite of Corellian nobility, every measure was taken to ensure that all of Corellia would be able to witness this historic and joyous ceremony. Every news station was in position to report on the minute details as clocks counted down until the proper time. Every Corellian heart pounded with excitement.

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You look fine dear, please quit fussing. King Phalon urged his wife as they waited in a room off the main hall of the palace. Queen Miriam barely spared her husband a glance as she continued to primp her hair in a mirror. She wasn't a vain woman by any means, but on such occasions, she dreaded the thought of anything being out of place.

The room was not large, but like all other rooms in the palace, attention to detail was not spared. All of the furniture in the room was antique and represented the finest craftmanship Corellia could boast. The artwork, too, was exceptional. The two monarchs matched well in their fine, Corellian green, clothing.

Phalon allowed a slight chuckle to escape as he watched his wife. To see her in such a state was rare, and he didn't know if he should simply enjoy watching his usually calm and collected spouse work herself into a fuss, or continue to attempt calming her down. He was nervous as well, so he let her be, sure that she would regain her composure the moment before they entered the main hall.

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Really Collin, no one will notice. Here, let me help.

Let go! You'll make it worse.

Only if you keep squirming like that.

Rook sat on a sofa, laughing quietly to himself as he watched Henry attempt to remove a stain from the arm of Collin's jacket. The Crown Prince had flashed Rook a threatening gaze, but had not deemed it necessary to honor the youngest prince with words. This only furthered Rook's amusement.

Please Rook, If you're not going to help, the least you could do is keep quiet.

Aye sir. Rook said, giving his brother a mock salute. Henry rolled his eyes and continued to dab at the stain. At an adviser's suggestion, Collin had accepted a small glass of light wine to ease his nerves before the ceremony. His nerves must have been worse than he thought, because he spilled a drop on his jacket. Now he had worked himself into a fit, sure that all would notice.

There, all gone. Henry patted Collin's shoulder. The Crown Prince continued his inspection.

Right, well... He turned to the mirror. Gratitude was not something Collin was known for expressing so easily. But Henry knew his brother well, and wasn't so soft to be offended. Instead, he took his own seat, allowing the eldest prince a moment.

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Creed rushed about, barely taking time to breathe as he checked, yet again, that everything was in order. All ceremonial items were in place. Security was watching everything. The media groups were remaining in their designated zones. They were mere minutes away.

My Lord, we are about to begin. You will be able to hear when you are announced. Creed had stuck his head in through the door to inform Collin and then bowed before exiting and rushing to the King's room and delivering a similar statement.

He then made his way to the raised stage at the head of the hall. The crowd of nobles, which had been buzzing with conversation slowly began to quiet. Creed waited and allowed the anticipation to grow, then spoke.

Lords and Ladies, please rise. Announcing Their Majesties, King Phalon and Queen Miriam.

The doors to the King's room opened and trumpets blasted as the King and Queen moved into the hall to the sound of applause. They filed through the nobles, shaking hands with many as they passed. Creed bowed out of the way as the Monarchs reached the stage. The two waved and smiled, and then took their seats, at which time, Creed stepped forward again.

Announcing Prince Henry and Prince Rook.

Again, the process of entering and greeting was repeated as Rook and Henry made their way to the stage. Henry took his seat to the right of where Collin would sit at Phalon's right, and Rook sat at Miriam's left. Creed stepped forward one last time.

And announcing His Highness the Crown Prince, Collin.

The noise of applause and cheers redoubled, shaking the palace as Collin entered the hall. His was the slowest progress towards the stage as many people vied to shake his hand and congratulate him. Finally he reached the stage, and the formal ceremony began with a number of speeches and well wishes.

[Jace]

What the hell was this?

Everyone had just walked off the ship to go and do their own thing.

Some sort of genius plan this is..

Gabriella figured it was time to stop pouting, and see if she could find herself a way into the ceremony. Honestly, she was unsure of where to start in this place. She had been to Coreillia a decent amount of times, but this wasn't her forte. All this going out and getting information, was all just a little too subtle for her taste. She let out a long sigh, and reminded herself that she had a job to do.

Now where to start?

She figured that the best way to get into the ceremony would be to pose as part of security. A little research told her that that might not be the best method. Apparently the security force was quite tightly knit and all knew each other closely. Which meant even if she created an ID for herself, she would be spotted immediately. Honestly, Gabriella wasn't the brightest thinker around, she knew that much. The voice of her former pirate caretaker echoed through her mind

"If you can't do something smart, then at least make sure you do it right"

There was one thing that Gabriella knew how to do right, and it was torture, literally. Now all she needed to do was find the right person to torture, and she knew where to start. Things were suddenly becoming very easy for her, though it might just be the thought of torturing someone that got her going. She needed to find someone who would know all of the security protocols of the royal family for the ceremony. First thing she needed to do was get that info from one of her contacts in the city.

A few hours later she found herself with a datapad full of information, and a lighter purse, but that didn't really bother her. She had paid to find out who the closest security personnel to the royal family were. It was these people who would know the exact movements and protocols. She scanned through the list, unsure of how she was going to decide who were target was.

Tristan Hielder....25....wife and oh? what is this? a two year old son...perfect

Gabriella noted down the address, hailed a cab, and made her way towards Tristan's apartment. She arrived approximately 30 minutes later, and made her way to apartment #40B. She rang the bell, and a woman answered, whom Gabriella assumed to be the wife. A wave of her hand found her inside the apartment moments later. She couldn't do anything here because it would draw too much attention. Gabriella only had to threaten the child once, before the wife caved to Gabriella's demand. They waited for almost three hours when Tristan finally arrived from his shift. He was greeted by the sight of a lightsaber inches from his wife's throat.

"We are going for a little ride, Tristan" she said with her telltale twisted grin.

After shuffling the family into the car, she gave Tristan orders to drive to one of her safehouses. She always made sure she had one in the cities she visited frequently. They tended to be out of the way places where the sounds of people screaming could not be heard. This one was a basement of an old run down building, in one of the shadier districts of Coreillia. Gabriella shuffled the family out of the car and into the small dimly lit room.

Oddly enough, she didn't have any inclination to torture the family, they were there to make sure he was truthful. She didn't really have the time for extended torture, so it was going to have to be sloppy. Her hand shot out into Tristan's gut, causing him to double over.

"This is simple, you tell me about the security protocols for the Royal family, and you and your family live. Now if you lie to me, I can't guarantee that your family will be whole? Now what can you tell me?"

Gabriella was met with silence, the man did not make a single sound. Of course it wasn't unexpected but it would have made her life somewhat easier. The problem was that she needed this man whole and physically uninjured. That eliminated a good deal of possibilities, but it left her with one option, her specialty. She reached out with her hand, her hand right in front of the man's face. Suddenly she was whirring through the man's memories, trying to find painful memories.

Oh ho? what do we have here? this should work just fine she said thinking to herself after a few moments of searching.

Another surge of the Force and she was making the man relive his days of hazing again and again and again. Gritting his teeth he subdued his screams but only for a minute as he yelled out loudly. The pain of the embarrassment would be coursing through him, stabbing him like tiny needles everywhere. Gabriella kept it going for another five minutes before finally stopping.

"Anything to say now?"

The man still said nothing, she was going to have to take it a step up. She brought up the memories of his parents dying, of friends that he had lost in the line of duty. His screams did not stop after that, and neither did Gabriella. She pushed on for another two hours before he finally gave in. She was surprised, this man had obviously been trained very well.

He told Gabriella of how the Royal family would arrive at the ceremony. He told her of how many guards there were, where they would be positioned. All of which wasn't very reassuring to Gabriella, the security was very tight. He then told her of the escape route, and how they are transferred to a safe house should anything happen. Now this interested Gabriella greatly, for it would mean she didn't need to find a way into the ceremony. No doubt, Zarene would be sniping at least one of them, but she couldn't get them all. Just when they would think they were safe, she would be waiting for them, and that appealed to her greatly. Upon further questioning she attained the location of the safehouse and roughly who would be guarding it.

She dealt with the family and made her way over to the safehouse to do some scouting. She then needed to get in touch with Zarene so she could inform her of what she had planned. Then again, she might not even need to do that.

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It was mere minutes before the ceremony before the ceremony would begin. Gabriella remained hidden a couple buildings away from the safehouse. She was ready to do her part, and she wondered if those other fools were ready to do theirs. She knew Zarene and Aeron were reliable, she wasn't sure about that other cretin. Gabriella was somewhat giddy, she had gotten to torture a man, and now she was going to kill many more.

The fun was about to begin....

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A few hours earlier...

The night before the crowning ceremony, Zarene had trouble sleeping. Rubbing her eyes, she got up, stretched, reassembled her long-barreled rifle and took it apart again. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Yet sleep still eluded her.

Zarene had killed many in her line of work. Assassination was a difficult profession, but she was a professional. But a king of an entire planet,... it was a bigger job than any she had done before.

She reached into her belt pouch and removed the small vial of clear liquid. She held the vial up to the sliver of light that came in through the window, frowned as she watched the dancing refractions on the wall. Ingesting the liquid would put her in a comatose state, helpless, where she would remain until administered with the antidote. That was the plan. The police building had the best vantage point for a shot into the palace, but it was not the sort of place she could walk into, not even with a disguise. So one of the boys disguised as an officer would have to take her in using the fake prisoner ploy. Zarene hated the idea of having to make herself vulnerable, hated the idea of having to give up control, but in order to get into the police building with the heightened security, it was the best she could come up with. Carefully, she placed the vial back inside its pouch, where it would be safe for tomorrow.

Iniquitous didn't just draw names out of a hat with assigning mission. He put me on this one for a reason. Because I'm the best at what I do.... Comforted by that thought, she drifted off into sleep.

[Meira]

An address from his highness, Duke Julius Magnus-Solo III, Duke of Kor Vella, Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

Creed brought forth a holoprojector and placed it in the center of the stage. Once activated, the holographic image of the Prime Minister flickered to life and there was a great applause from the audience. When they quieted down, the recorded speech was played.

Throughout history, great dynasties have risen and fallen. Glory has come and gone. But there is one dynasty that has remained, one glorious light in the darkness of the galaxy that radiates hope, vitality, and the strength of a people. On this most joyous occasion, a celebration of our royal family and their continued success in guiding our people, I wish to extend good tidings and happiness to all. The prosperity and wisdom of our Royal Family carries on and reaches out to all of our great Corellian peoples. May our great people never fall, while the galaxy crumbles around us. May we have the strength to do what must be done in these trying times. Glory and honor, peace and prosperity, strength and vitality. Hail to Corellia!

The speech had the effect of keeping audience moral constant, and as the final words were spoken and the holoprojected image flickered away, the cheers and applaused returned with renewed ferver. And now, at the height of excitement, was the moment all had been waiting for.

King Phalon stood and stepped forward. His warm smile was broad on his aging face as he looked out over those gathered in the palace. His eyes then turned to the cameras to address the people as a whole.

My People! It gives me such great joy to hear your devotions. There is nothing more sacred to a father than his children, and likewise to a king than his subject. I am, have always been, and will always be proud to count myself among you. Never before has a King been so humbled by such great love.

Now, with the blessings of the Republic, and the support of the population, I King Phalon Alexander Solosten do hereby declare my son, Collin Phalon Solosten, to be the rightful heir to the throne of Corellia!

The King took a necessary pause at this moment, both to allow the cheers of the people to build and fade, and to beckon Collin forward. The Crown Prince stood tall, keeping a controlled expression of solemnity on his face, and joined his father. King Phalon ignored the rigid nature of his son and embraced him fully, eliciting yet another roar from the crowd.

My boy... The whispered words couldn't be heard over the noise. The king turned back to the people and motioned for quiet. After a few moments, his command was obeyed. As he turned back to Collin, those gathered in the palace, Royal or not, all stood. A sudden hush fell over the crowd and for the first time in a week, Corellia was silent as all eyes watched.

Collin Phalon Solosten, do you hereby swear to honor Corellia in all that you do, and to uphold the laws of our system?

I swear.

Do you further swear to honor the Republic and all those allied to it?

I swear.

Do you accept this honor, this burden, freely and without duress?

I do.

With the broadest of smiles, King Phalong nodded, his silver eyes shining with pride. He removed the crown from his own head, holding it up for all to see, then held it just above Collin's head.

I, Phalon Alexander Solosten, as my last act as Sovereign, do declare my son, Collin Phalon Solosten, King!

[Jace]

One, two, three, four...four, yes that was how many guards she spotted outside. She had to hand it to the Corellian royal guard, they really were professionals. Gabriella had barely been able to spot them even with her connection to the Force. It would have been next to impossible for any regular person to spot the guards, let alone make their way into the safehouse. Killing the guards wouldn't make sense now, since it wouldn't go unnoticed. No, she had to wait until the royals actually arrived before she made her move.

This of course meant that she would have a lot of people to deal with. The guards outside, the ones that were inside, and the ones that would be accompanying the royals. All in all, Gabriella not might be as bored as she had initially thought. Right now though, she was extremely bored just sitting here and waiting. Gabriella wasn't the type to just sit around and do nothing, but she had a job to do.

The ceremony should have started by now, it won't be long

It all hinged on Zarene now, and oddly enough, Gabriella actually thought the girl could do it. Usually she didn't have faith in anyone's abilities but her own, but she had grown to like the girl to a certain extent. As a matter of fact, she might be the first friend Gabriella had ever really had. Most people would consider that a sad thing, but she honestly didn't.

I wish she would hurry up already and kill those damn fools, I am tired of this place

Gabriella had moved closer to the safehouse now, from her original position a block down. She would need to move fast before the security got organized. That was not to say she couldn't do it if they did, but it just wasn't worth the hassle. Striking when they just unload the royals and are still panicking would make the best tactical sense.

A few minutes later Gabriella heard the tell tale sounds of speeders rushing through traffic, and it was coming towards her. Sirens were blaring and horns were beeping loudly. There was no doubt that the Royals were coming. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, ready to spring forth like a predator at its prey.

It is time

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The journey to the top of the police building went without a hitch. The clearances that Aeron had obtained for them had successfully allowed Ilia to make his way in as an officer, with his unconscious "prisoner" in tow. Once on the roof, following a quick injection of antidote, and Zarene Yin was back in action.

The city below was bustling with activity. She could feel the energy, the excitement. Her hands moved quickly as she took the separate parts of her rifle, reassembling the weapon with speed and precision. Speed and precision. Those where the keywords for the day.

The royal palace loomed tall in the distance. Squinting slightly, she could see the window of the grand hall where the ceremony was supposed to take place. She turned towards Ilia, giving the final component of her rifle one final twist to lock it in place. "Asall, lift me up."

An awkward pause. She tilted her head, giving him a slightly exasperated look. "Did you hear what I said. Use your telekinetic powers and lift me up. I need another twenty feet of height for a clear shot."

He concentrated, and she found herself floating upwards in the air, her feet standing on an invisible rising floor. "Keep it steady," she cautioned as she continued to gain height. Ten feet.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Twenty-five. She raised her rifle, pulled back the bolt, a fresh round sliding neatly into the firing chamber. Through the scope, she could see the royals. The king lifted the crown from his head, carefully placing it on the head of his son. She estimated the range, calculating the drop and factoring in the slight breeze, carefully adjusting her aim.

Perfect.

[Meira]

Collin had stood by, rigid as his father continued the ceremony. His every feature, spare his eyes, was stone-like and sober. His eyes however, belied the slightest hint of pride and a carnal hunger for the power he was about to receive. Unlike his father, Collin spared no time for foolish displays of affection. To him, being a king was a calling not to be taken lightly. To rule, he believed, one must become more than a man. He would have to be able to make the decisions lower men could not. If need be, he would have to order to kill or let die. For years, Collin had been training himself for the inevitable sacrifices that must be made to become a king. Perhaps for others, giving up so much of one's humanity might have been to much. But Collin had never been much for sentiment. It was not so much a sacrifice for his cold heart.

And now the moment was at hand. Collin knew the words and procedures of the ceremony. He knew that as his father removed the crown from his own head that it would soon rest upon his. The moment he had waited and prepared for had arrived. If Collin was ever subject to any emotion, it was longing. He had longed to feel the weight of that crown on his own head. He could almost feel it now as it lightly grazed against his hair.

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Flashes of light filled the main hall as reporters vied for the best shot. They all wanted to capture that one moment, the exact moment of transfer of power. Whispered commentary hissed through the room.

Will the Crown Prince finally smile? Will there be tears? But what's this? His eyes, so wide with... shock? Zoom in on his face. Is he holding his breath? His mouth has fallen open, but he looks as if he is choking. What is going....

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Panic.

It had all happened so quickly, by the time it had registered in their minds, it was too late. Suddenly the main hall of the palace was full of the sound of screams. The Crown Prince was shot!

Just as King Phalon was about to place the crown on his head, glass shattered, a wind rushed, and Collin was struck. He had remained standing for a moment, mouth agape, eye bulging. Then as if confused, he looked down at his torso, his hand touching a growing dampness on his chest. Red, warm, thick, the blood seeped from the wound and Collin fell.

At that moment, even as his head hit the floor, the horrifying realization registered in every mind except that of the King. Phalon still stood, hands raised with the crown over where Collin's head had just been. His eyes had followed Collin's fall, but he was frozen where he was until a security man had run forward, grabbing Phalon around the waist and pulling him back to a more secure place. As hundreds scattered in fear, Collin still lay on the stage, the blood pooling underneath him, as lifeless as the crown that had fallen by his side.

While the guests panicked, security kept their minds, all personnel quickly finding their designated royal to protect and pulling them back out of the room. Rook was pulled into the room he had waited in with his brothers. His mother, father, Henry and his wife, and Collin's wife were all there, being held until their transports to the safe house were ready. In the confusion, Rook was barely able to register what was going on around him. He hadn't even heard the shot.

With speed and efficiency, the transports were ready and it was time to go. The King and Queen were first to leave, each in their own transport and heading along different routes. Henry and his wife were soon to follow. Next was Rook, and as he was about leave the room, he noticed Collin's wife, Arianna, running back to the main hall. Pushing his way past the guards, Rook pursued her. He found her draped over Collin's body, wailing her laments.

It took some force, But Rook was able to pry her from Collin's body and force her back into the arms of the guards. Only after he promised to stay with the body, no matter what, did she relent. Rook instructed the guards to put her in his transport. He would keep his promise.

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As the first to leave, the King was the first to arrive at the safe house. He entered, expecting to be met by a security chief who could explain what had happened and what they were now doing about it. But the place was empty. He had no communication device with him, and so no means to call for help. With every moment that passed in the empty safehouse, Phalon was consumed more and more by a creeping, aching sense of dread. Something was wrong... horribly wrong. Where was Miriam? She should have arrived by now. And Henry, his wife. Where were they? What about Arianna, or Rook?

The feeling carved out a hollowness in Phalon's chest. He felt as if his heart had stopped, as if his lungs had seized up. He had no air. It was as if Death's cold arms were wrapped around him, squeezing the very essence of life from him.

Drawing a long dagger from within his robes, Phalon glared about with wild eyes, as if he might catch the sight of Death if he turned his head fast enough. Where are you then!? He bellowed out at the air around him. Show yourself! You have taken my son! My very heart! Come then, and claim the rest!

[Jace]

Three, three vehicles came into view rushing towards the safehouse. Gabriella held out her hand, focusing with the utmost concentration on the middle vehicle. She focused specifically on the area where the engine would be, and began gathering the Force around her. When the Force had welled up inside of her, she clenched her fist. The middle vehicle shook slightly, crushing wasn't a technique Gabriella focused on. It was enough to cause it to ram into the first speeder, which sent it out of control towards the ground.

The true purpose behind all of this, was to cause the officers to gather in one spot. Those who had been guarding the safehouse from outside, all rushed towards the crashed vehicle. The other two landed soon after, and more guards poured out of them.

Where is the King?

Gabriella realized it must have been the forward guard team, coming to provide extra security to the safehouse. She also realized that if she killed them all now, they would take the Royal to another safehouse away from here. She had to wait until they signaled that it was all clear so the king would arrive. Moving from her position, she traversed the path she had memorized earlier. A minute and a half of prowling and she found herself at one of the windows to the safehouse. It was going to be a little more difficult than she had originally anticipated but that only made her smile.

"Goldsafe is clear!" She heard a voice say

It was all she needed to hear, as she stepped back, aligning herself with the window. Sprinting forward, Gabriella dived forward with the Force, crashing through the window. Landing in a roll, she came to her feet, lightsabers hissing to life. A flash of silver, a scream, an arm on the ground. Spinning in an arc of silver, her blade decapitated her next foe. She launched forward at her next opponent before the head landed on the ground. Deflected one bolt, then another, right blade cutting through the blaster, left cutting through the man. Sensing danger from behind, she dove to the right as blaster fire rang through the house.

She shot her right palm out, sending another guard into the wall, crumpling as he made contact. Gabriella was almost a silver blur now, spinning, ducking, slicing. It would have been quite a beautiful scene if it wasn't accompanied by screams of pain. Gabriella was panting now as bodies littered the floor but she pushed on. A blaster bolt grazed her right arm, and she shrieked in rage. She charged the man head on, her fury disrupting the man's aim. Ramming both blades into the guard's chest and then pulling them out with a maniacal laugh. Gabriella was now entirely consumed by blood lust as she tore through the last remaining guards.

A hiss, a scream, a thump, a yell, and then suddenly there was nothing, only silence. Only a single lone Echani remained standing in the center of the room, breathing heavily. Looking around, the youg woman so bodies strewn across the room. Some were whole, but most weren't, the floor had been hastily painted red. Deadly silver still shining, lighting the twisted smile on the Echani's face. The royal had still no arrived yet, so she figured she would make things slightly more interesting.

Spending the next 2 minutes quickly shuffling the bodies out of sight with the aide of the Force, the room was soon empty with the exception of the blood stains. Sinking back into the shadows of the room, Gabriella waited for her prey. Luckily for her, she had only wait two minutes. The King burst into, the man had lost his sanity and she hadn't even tortured him yet. He suddenly brandished a long dagger, calling out for Gabriella.

"There is no need to yell your highness, I am right here" She stated in an provactive tone as she slipped out from the shadows.

She watched as the man shook violently, looking as if he were about ready to soil himself. Gabriella merely smiled as she approached him ever so slowly. Step by step, slow agonizing moments for the royal. Gabriella heard sirens, the sound slowly getting louder as they approached the safehouse. The king seemed to realize it also, a glimmer of hope returning to his face.

"It is a shame your eminence, I would have liked to have tortured you until your mind was devoid of all sanity but alas our time together must be cut short.."

The man was about to begin pleading for his life, when her silver blade passed through his neck, removing his head from his shoulders. Gabriella merely scoffed in contempt at the dead man beneath her feet. Sirens blared, reminding her once again that it was time to make his exit. Thus the Echani walked out the front door, and back towards The Unforgiven.

I can't say it wasn't an interesting day, though it was truly unfortunate that I didn't get to torture royalty...

[sparrow]

There was a great outcry as the crown prince fell, and very soon the streets began swarming with security and military personnel, searching for the source of the killing shot. "Good job, Asall. Now lower me down," Zarene called to Ilia below her, tossing her rifle down to him.

The door to the roof burst open, with police guardsmen bursting through. Below her, she saw Ilia's lightsaber ignite, and as the blaster bolts began to streak through the air towards him, his grip on her suddenly relax before vanishing altogether as his concentration was suddenly diverted to the new threat.

"Blast it, Asall! If you drop me off a twenty-story building I swear I'm going to -- " Her words were cut off as her stomach suddenly seemed to leap into her throat, and she lost sight of him as she fell. The ground was getting closer and closer. Zarene closed her eyes, concentrated. She hoped what she was about to do would work.

Time seemed to slow as the Force flowed through her. Gathering her power, she shot out a massive blast of Force energy, slowing her fall and propelling her to side. Holding up her metal arm to cover her face, Zarene braced for impact as she crashed through the window of the nearby building, her momentum only stopped when she hit the wall on the opposite side of the room.

She got up a bit unsteadily, brushed the bits of broken glass out of her hair, and wiped the blood off of the several places where she had been cut before peering out the window where she had come in from. Already the building had been surrounded by Corellian security forces, waiting to arrest her.

"Lovely. Just lovely," she muttered as she made her way to the turbolift to the sound of the megaphone outside calling for her to come out and surrender peacefully. She wasn't going to do that, of course. She would descend the building, meet the police perimeter head on, and blast her way through. Holding her arms out to her sides, her two blasters jumped out of their holsters at her hips into her waiting hands. Zarene Yin smiled slightly as the door the ground floor slid open.

[Meira]

The palace was full of energy, but not like it had been before. People's movements were deliberate, shaky. Fear had gripped the hearts of many. The main hall had been shut down, all those in attendence ushered into other rooms, where they were being held. For their own safety, and for the safetly of others, no one was allowed in or out of the palace. The whole of Coronet was being prepared for a planet wide lockdown. On planet, all police forces, on duty or off, were being called to patrol their local areas. Already, news of a disturbance at a nearby station had come in, and reinforcements were on their way to the scene.

As people, crowed into small rooms, whispered their fears and shouted their anger, Rook sat alone on the steps to the platform, his eyes fixed on the crimson stain. Collin's body had been removed from the room and was already being examined by medical professionals. There was no question that it had been an assassination.

From a door off the main hall, a man entered the room, his shoulders slouched and his eyes cast downward. He approached Rook hesitently, and with shaky hands, passed the Prince a datapad before quickly turning away and exiting. Alone in the large room, Rook activated the datapad. It flickered to life, the face of the Royal Family's most trusted guardian appearing on the screen.

This is Chief Security Officer Orden. The following message is for Rook Solosten only. To retrieve the message, please insert your personal security code now.

Rook typed in the code. There was a pause, then the recording continued.

My Lord, I would give anything in the galaxy, my own life to make this report untrue. But it is my duty to inform you that the Crown Prince was not the only victim of today's attack.

Rook, who had been looking at the ground suddenly turned his eyes to the datapad. He willed for the recording to stop, to not hear the next words that would come out. But nothing in his power could stop it.

It pains me to tell you, my Lord, that the transports to the safe house were ambushed.

Even through the screen of the datapad, it was obvious that Orden's heart broke with every word he said.

Your mother, the Queen, Prince Henry and his wife, Prince Collin's wife were all intercepted before they reached the safe house. Your father arrived there safely, but he too was attacked. They're... they have all passed. I am deeply sorry.

Orden took a moments pause to clear his throat, then the recording continued to say his top, most trusted men would soon arrive back at the palace. Each one of them would give their life for Rook. As if on cue, just as the recording ended, an elite team of ten men entered the main hall and surrounded Rook. One stepped forward and saluted.

Your Highness, we are your security detail, dispatched by Chief Security Officer Orden. We will not leave your side, sir.

Rook nodded, but did not speak right away. He looked down at the blank screen of the datapad, his knuckled white from the grip he held on it. His jaw was clenched tight, holding back tears, or a cry of rage, or both. They were all gone. Even Arianna. Had she died because she rode in the transport that was meant for him? If he had not sent her away, might she still be alive, and him dead?

Sir?

Rook looked up at the man, jolted from his morbid thoughts. And just like that, he stood and began to walk from the room. The security team had to rush to maintain their perimeter around him.

I want the press gathered in the media wing. Tell them we will have an official statement shortly. Call the Adviser Council, I want them in the Council Chamber immediately.

No sooner had he given the orders than they were carried out. Only minutes later, Rook stood before his father's top advisers, playing the recorded message over a large screen. When it ended, he stepped in front of them, his palms pressed flat agaisnt the table. The first to speak was his father's oldest adviser. After an audible sigh of grief, he stood.

My Prince... No, My King.

There were murmurs in the group, but the elderly man's raised hands silenced them. Rook's eyes widened.

My King. This news strikes all of our hearts. But it is our burden to shoulder this weight and walk on. King Phalon, Queen Miriam, Prince Henry and his wife... dear Arianna. They were struck down in cold blood. But the greatest of pains is now yours, for it is you who must rise up out of all of this and assume the crown. Not only for the stability and order of our people, but to be the tip of the sword that will strike back at those who committed this heinous crime. I mourn the loss of your family, my Lord. But you must be strong for them, and for Corellia. We must show these monsters that they have not won, though they took the most precious of blood. We are with you, King Rook.

Rook stood up straight as a cold chill ran down his spine. The thought of becoming king wasn't even the last thing on his mind. It had not crossed his thoughts at all. All that filled his mind was bringing the people responsible for the death of his family to justice. He had no desire for the crown, had never desired it. And he feared that by taking it now, he would be seen as uncaring about his family, or even as being behind it all.

That is not why I called you here.

But it is no less imperative, my Lord. Corellia has fallen into a dark hour. She needs a strong light to hold on to, lest she be lost in the shadows forever. You must be that light.

The advisers murmured amongst themselves as Rook stood by, the cold feeling spreading from his spine to his heart. Could he do this? Could he really guide Corellia through the times ahead? Soon, the elderly adviser silenced his comrades again.

My Lord, I know you have called for the press to be prepared for a statement. If you would allow it. I believe we should announce your ascention immediately. It will send a strong message to your attackers, and promote hope among our people. But for safety purposes, your coronation should be in a more secure place. Once you are secure as our monarch, we can call on the Republic to aid our search for the criminals. But we must be swift, or else your enemies will continue to undermine you.

The elderly man then turned to a member of the security team and dealed out instructions before dismissing him. He turned back to the Advisery Council and discussed his plan. It was well recieved and Rook stood by, still in shock as the details of his coronation were quickly assembled. It would take place at once, and in a more secure anti-chamber to the main hall.

Before he knew it, Rook was being escorted to the anti-chamber. The press was being thoroughly searched before being admitted and only a few nobles were allowed to attend. This ceremony held not the joy from earlier that day. There was no fanfare, no drawing out of the suspence. No glorious speeches. The former King Phalon's eldest advisor administered the Royal Oath, and Rook spoke his responses with grim soberness. There was no music as the crown was placed on his head. No cheers.

The old adviser spoke a few words to the press before Rook stepped forward to answer their questions, and even the reporters were reserved and solemn. When they were finished, Rook issued a final statement.

It is with great regret that I take this crown. It was never meant to be mine. My brother Collin lived his whole life in preparation for it. My brother Henry risked his life to protect it. My father emulated every essence of it. But it was taken from them. I promise you, my fellow Corellians, that their blood will be avenged with swift and rightous justice. Their memory will be honored by a people unaffraid to stand up against those who sought to tear them down. My every breath will be dedicated to showing the galaxy that Corellia cannot be threatened through fear and violence. Though we have been wounded severely today, know that we are not fallen. Know that we will overcome. And most of all, know that even in the deepest darkness, we can always find the light to guide us back.

The press were dismissed after a request that all Corellians extinguish their lights for the night and leave one green candle burning in the memory of those Royal servants who had died that day.

[sparrow]

"Keep a tight perimeter," the guard captain called out to his men, "Whoever's inside won't be ---!" He never had time to finish that sentence as he was suddenly yanked by the scruff of the neck towards the opening doors of the building.

Using the man as a shield, Zarene Yin opened fire with her blaster pistols, sending out an volley of deadly red energy. However, one man was not enough to block her from enemy fire coming in from all directions, and so taking advantage of the brief hesitation of the Corellian police from the capture of their captain, she burst into motion, sprinting towards the enemy perimeter, gathering the strength in her legs, and suddenly leaping high into the air, over the heads of the surprised police and guards.

Time seemed to slow for a few brief moments as she flew through the air. Maybe it was the Force, maybe it was the rush of adrenaline through her body... or maybe it was both. As the blaster bolts shot through the air around her, she knew that one misstep, just one mistake, would spell death. Her blood was pumping fast, her heart and lungs, both to organic and mechanical parts, working in overdrive. Her senses were heightened, her speed was enhanced,... it was times like these, in combat, that Zarene Yin felt most alive. Alive. And happy.

Landing on her feet, she dropped to her knees, bending her body over backyards, thankfully just in time as a number of blaster bolts streaked through the air only inches above her chest. From this position, she sent another volley into her pursuers before pressing a button on each blaster in order to eject the now-empty energy packs. Using the Force, Zarene pulled two fresh energy packs from her belt. Swinging her arms back, a movement she had down a thousand times in the past, the floating energy packs lined up with the ammo slots in her pistols, sliding neatly into place. The reloading process only took about a second, and she was able to squeeze off a few more shots to scatter her pursuers before ducking into an alleyway for cover.

Turning on her comlink, she sent a message to her allies. "Gabriella, I need to fire up the Unforgiven, open passenger ramp, and do a low flyby. Sending you my coordinates now."

[Jace]

Gabriella had little trouble making her way back to the Unforgiven. She had managed to leave the safehouse just in time before officers swarmed the building. The young Echani easily passed the checkpoint with a wave of her hand. Approximately fifteen minutes later the woman found herself back on her ship. Everyone else seemed to be on board except for Zarene.

All she had to do was shoot someone from a mile away and get out

The silver haired girl had trouble believing she couldn't do that much without getting in trouble. Gabriella had invaded a house full of guards and killed them all to complete her goal. The Echani considered Zarene an odd girl, but maybe that was because she didn't want to kill her despite all her failings. Almost as if on cue, Zarene's voice crackled through the earpiece.

"Gabriella, I need to fire up the Unforgiven, open passenger ramp, and do a low flyby. Sending you my coordinates now."

The torture connoisseur mumbled to herself, wanting to yell but too tired to do so. She received the coordinates and found that the girl was only 5 minutes away.

"Ill be there to pick your dumb cyborg ass up in five"

The Unforgiven roared to life as the ship slowly began to ascend but not too high. She then gunned the engines and shot towards Zarene's coordinates. Gabriella didn't bother with the normal lanes and weaved through buildings, keeping low. She then hit the button for the ramp as they approached the younger girl's position. Gabriella brought the ship low, and then gunned the engines once again as soon as she knew Zarene was on. Sirens were approaching and she knew it was about time to hightail it out the planet.

She didn't even bother to tell anyone to hold on as the ship shot forward into the sky. It would be there fault for not being strapped in, if they got hurt well its cause they were stupid. The ship broke out of the atmosphere in minutes, and she quickly plotted a course back to Korriban. Once the coordinates were set, she hit the hyperdrive and space turned into streaks of blue.