You May Fire When Ready

[theoldcoots]

Characters: EVERYONE, GET IN HERE
Location: Coruscant
Planet: Corsucant
When: Week 41, Saturday-Monday
What: THE RIOTSSSSSSSSSS
Rating: Up to R/M

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OPEN | Earlier part of Saturday | Droid and other commercial warehouses and showrooms

[catlordbeyond]

Lion-O's employer had called him in late Friday night, after he'd been feeling off all day. The seemingly generous salary came with all kinds of provisions, such as working extra hours 'as needed'.

Most of the security guards the merchant employed had no military experience, or that in civil security; for the most part they hoped the escalating violence wouldn't turn to full on riots.

Though he wasn't, technically, in command, Lion-O tried his usual leadership techniques, speeches, inspiring catch phrases, standing in a high place looking dashing. But, everything just felt wrong. Maybe it was The Force, like others suggested, but he was second-guessing all his own decisions, and a few times shouted at Tygra, who wasn't even there

calling over the datapad ] [ Lion-O

[nowthatsjunk]

The news of the riots were pretty far and wide by the time she started to get the ship up and running. She wanted to check in with everyone, but there was only so much time in a day.

When she got the engines up and primed, she moved to the front of the cargo hold and helped usher in a few more strays that had managed to make their way to the platform. Pulling her datapad out she tried to check the open communication for anyone that sounded familiar. When she came up empty, she started to try directly contact people.

"Lion-O? I'm just hopin' that you can hear this or that you've got an open channel somewhere. I'm checkin' in on you. Makin' sure you've got a place to go, 'cause if you're in the middle of this..."

datapad ] [ Lion-O/Kaylee

[catlordbeyond]

"IN A BIT OF TROUBLE!" He was yelling, not so much due to the noise around him, which would have been loud, but for the fact the explosive collision had disrupted his hearing.

"JUST GOTTA LOCK THINGS DOWN- HOW'S THE SHIP?" He was afraid the rioters might try to overrun the ports, maybe even hijack ships to get off world.

datapad ] [ Lion-O/Kaylee

[nowthatsjunk]

(ooc: I just noticed that he actually posted a datapad entry... oops!)

Oh. Well, that don't sound so good. "We're doin' alright. Fixin' to get her up to go make a rescue soon. Figure she'll be fine. Well, I hope she'll be fine."

Closed to Nathan, Claire, Sylar, Peter & Xavier; SENATE APARTMENTS | Tonight

[senatorinspace]

[Your brave Senator ladies and gents had one reaction to the outbreak of riots: locking himself in his fancy apartment with his daughter and watching from his high rise windows in horror as the city starts to burn below. He's been trying to call his bro Peter to tell him to get his ass back up here, but so far hasn't reached him. So now it's time for pacing.]

[regeneracy]

Dad?

[Yeah, ever since their powers left, Claire hasn't been doing so good. Germs are the ultimate evil to her little, defenseless, abilityless body. She's currently laying on a couch nearby Nathan, focusing on staying alive and breathing and all that fun stuff.

When she speaks, her voice is hoarse and soft, and sounds pretty scared.]

Peter still hasn't called back? [Translation: WHERE IS PETER HE WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO AND KEEP ME ALIVE AND SAFE, FIND HIM. :|]

[senatorinspace]

[Nathan spins to look at her, concern knotting his beautiful forehead all up.] He'll be here soon, Claire. I'm sure he's just ... trying to get back to the apartment.

[intuitivelyapt]

[There are a variety of reason for Sylar to be making his way toward everyone's favorite senator's doorstep. It could be a desire to ~check on Claire~, or simply to terrorize her and her family. It's all the same. He's been behaviorally erratic (well, more than usual) ever since getting kicked off the ship, and this is where his schizophrenic heart has led him today.

So, while Claire is dying of the sniffles, he's weaving his way through the rioting masses to get to the apartment she's stowed away in.]

closed }{ darla & buffy

[slayerdom]

[ Being cut off from the Force is jarring in a way that Buffy hadn't expected. In fact, it's pretty downright unsettling, but she hasn't quite figured out yet that it includes a wipe of all her other powers. Which is why she volunteered to go all hiking and errand-y to get supplies for the New Jedi Order Headquarters when it was determined that they'd need to hole up in there.

So, she's making her way through the streets. Most people would probably try and avoid the rioters, but not her. She's not boldly charging through them, exactly, but she's not shirking around them. She's bumping her way through the crowds, steadily becoming aware that she's like half as coordinated as usual. Less than half. ]

[wellpastsaving]

[Darla had returned to her apartment to find it trashed, the looters long gone and out of reach of retribution, but for some reason, she had found it difficult to even connect to the anger it would take for her to care. She felt strangely disconnected from a lot of things, but she passed it off as having lived through more riots than most people on this planet could even conceive of. It was easy to forget she was more vulnerable, when the sounds of screaming, breaking, etc. were so nostalgic.

But it wasn't the same.

It wasn't going to be the same again, and she was disturbed by the dull ache that knowledge was causing to blossom in the pit of her stomach

[slayerisms]

[ When she sees the hooded figure stop in the crowd, in the middle of the chaos, just waiting to get trampled, Buffy gets distracted from her mission. Empathy. Heroic instinct. Whatever you want to call it, it propels her through the salmon swarm and she fights to get to the woman, grabbing onto her arm and turning her around. ]

What are you doing out here? Come on, it's dangerous. I'll help you, I'll get you somewhere -- [ She starts to speak, but gets cut off when she sees her face. Her eyes go wide and her hand drops away immediately. She takes a staggered step back. Her expression is screwed up by a mixture of surprise and horror. ] You.

[ The surprise only lasts for a minute before the rage swells up to replace it and she reaches out to grab the front of her robes with both hands, trying to throw her into the building beside them. Instead of sending her soaring through the air, however, all it gets is a few staggered steps

[wellpastsaving]

[Darla's entirely shocked when someone whips her around, and just stares for an uncomprehending moment when it's the Slayer of all people.

That anger she was searching for only moments ago manages to crawl its way through her stomach now, just seeing the face of that girl, and as she's weakly tossed back a couple steps, her face twists into a scowl.]

What did I do? [What in the world was that supposed to mean? What had she done to Angelus, most likely. Buffy was one to talk. She'd been the one who killed him.

More anger. Good. She could use that, just like she'd been taught to. She lifted a hand, sweeping it to the side and hoping to grab Buffy through the Force and slam her into a wall.

Nothing.

The anger isn't enough, and there's a horrible moment where everything clicks. Her eyes dart back to Buffy's] What did you do?

closed }{ JO, COME BE HEROIC

[slayerdom]

[ Well. Running into Darla. That was … fun. Funner still was finding out she was all powers-free gal.

Cutting off the Force. That was one thing. She could deal. But to render her Slayer package all … flaccid? Not cool. Not even a little cool.

But, turning back was a little far back. Like, several exits back. There was no getting out of the middle of this riot now. She tried to hold her hands up to get people to stop, tried to talk them down and get some sense worked into this whole issue, but all it got her was shoved and bumped among people. Like a rag doll. Some totally lame, powerless rag doll. She yelped as she slammed against a parked hover vehicle, the pain shooting through her.

Oh, no. This was going to be bad. She tried to push away, but all it got her was thrown around more. When she forced herself to her feet and reached out to try and stop a few people from looting a storefront, she got grabbed. There were a few shouts, and exchanges that blamed the outworlders.

It was when Buffy tried to say we

[incaution]

[Buffy's lucky that Jo just so happens to be on her way back from an unsuccessful attempt at finding people to bring back to shelter. She's loaded down with various weapons, the only one she's actually using is a nice lead pipe she picked up about ten minutes prior

[slayerisms]

[ She was only vaguely aware when she realized the crowd was clearing, and the tears that were leaking out came to a halt, her eyes going wide as she uncurled and looked up to see Jo, standing there with this whole She-Rambo thing going for her.

It couldn't be real. No way. A whole planet and Jo had found -- But, what Jo said next made it clear that it was. She tried to force herself up through the pain, which was a horrible idea. She felt a pinch of pure, white-hot pain and her breath grew harder as she propped herself on one elbow. ]

Powers. Jo, my power, I can't -- [ There was a frightened edge in her tone. She wasn't the Slayer anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut. God, it hurt. Everything hurt. She forced a nod of understanding, pushing down the nausea that was coming with the severity of the pain. This was going to be ugly. ]

[incaution]

Yeah, I kinda figured you'd be all outta whack, a lot of other people are right now too. [She tries to laugh, tries to keep her voice light and entertained, but it's hard to do. So instead of trying to comfort Buffy, since it's a little hard to gather the courage to offer comfort for someone who's used to being the strong one, she just moves into action.

She easily moves Buffy around, lifting her as gently and swiftly as possible so there's no rustling about and unnecessary pain. She figures there's going to be some, though, and apologizes repeatedly as she moves to hold Buffy over her shoulder.]

Just hang in there. Powers or not, you're gonna be fine. I won't let anything else happen to you.

[But just in case...]

If you've got it in you, play watchdog and lemme know if anyone behinds us needs shooting in the kneecaps.

[And she takes a moment to adjust to Buffy's weight stacked up on her, and then she takes off as fast as possible back toward the Roadhouse.]

OPEN OPEN OPEN

[kick_astromech]

     He had a very bad feeling about this.

People talking about losing abilities, losing touch with the Force of all things- how did that happen anyway? -and now all this! Yes. It was just another lively day in Coruscant

[dawnlotus]

There was just something very unusual about seeing a group of Rodians chasing a droid. Well, it's not that unusual to see them pursue their prize, but this mech was just so flighty.

Well, she wasn't sure which side the little droid was on, but she knew what she should do about those Rodians. Distract them. Hiding in the debris building up around them, she launched a crate their direction before darting away to a new hiding spot.

[kick_astromech]

     Whether it had been Vietnam's intention to actually clock one upside the head or not, that was the resulting. The Rodian went sprawling, his companions stopping long enough to look around before they went to resume chase. Wow, jerks.

Artoo heard the commotion behind him, casting a glance back, but with them continuing after him, he quickly decided stopping wasn't a good idea.

[dawnlotus]

She watched all of that with a disappointed expression. "Those bunch of..."

Now whatever expletive Vietnam used, no one will know, and she went back to distracting and/or taking them down. If by chipping at the group slowly will make it easier to take on this group, she was going to try it. However, the number of heavy objects to throw at them was ironically limited, with everything damaged.

Wait, this one will do. And she hurled another crate at them, darting off right after again.