Gerrick the janitor didn't have much else to do here than to spend his nights drowning his sorrows in very strong spirits. He had lost his wife and daughter as the poisonous gas had spread throughout the city, and while this was going on, he was stationed in some fancy Coruscanti embassy, cleaning up after the diplomats and ambassadors.
He had been quiet, as he knew that most everyone who returned to Nika had experienced the same thing, so there was no point in adding to everyone's grief by crying his heart out. No, what he wanted to do was find the droid responsible for the toxin. He had overheard the Jedi speaking about it one time before one of them disappeared, and so had learnt the truth about the toxin.
He wasn't sure whether it was bravery, drunkenness or revenge that fuelled him, but he was tired of sitting quietly in his room of the facility and being useless. No one openly admitted it, but he could see they all looked down on him for being a simple janitor.
"I'll show these people who's a simple janitor," he said darkly as he roamed the streets in his drunken stupor. He knew there were only a few places the droid could go to get the power it needed, and realised the droid was probably damaged to a certain degree. He was headed to one such location right now. Ironically, no one else here was so keenly aware of where such charging bays could be found, since it was such an unimportant maintenance task, and the other survivors were all middle to upper class citizens, who didn't really bother with such "useless" information. The engineer they lost to that Sith might have known about it, but he was killed before anyone even knew of the droid.
As he came to the entrance, he could tell he was on the right trail, as the door had been forcefully opened. The dawn was a few hours off yet, and he knew the droid wouldn't dare to leave this place during the day. He was too drunk to be scared as he made his way into the building and began looking around. He came upon a room that housed a device unlike anything he had ever seen. It was a sphere, hooked up to the power source in the middle of the room. The janitor had no idea what it did, but something told him he'd just discovered something that the Jedi had to know about. His suicide mission could wait a few more days.
As he began turning around, he spotted a movement in the corner of his eye, and quickly turned to the place where he had seen it. Whatever it was, wasn't there anymore. He was about to shrug it off as the figment of his drunken imagination, when a gas was suddenly released in the room. He ran for the exit, but all the doors slammed shut. He realised faintly that he must have tripped some sort of alarm, but the gas made it difficult to think. Within seconds, his throat felt like it was on fire. Within a minute, the toxin was causing havoc in his lungs, and he began coughing up blood and suffocating. Within two minutes, he was dead.
Vidia Luna, the recently released Jedi, was still fighting a losing battle with the voices in her head, but her drive for vengeance against the Brotherhood of Darkness consumed all her days.
I should have killed him, she thought as she recalled the stranger who had been there as she escaped from her carbonite prison. She thought he was almost certainly a Sith. Why he'd set her free, and then attempt to pretend to help her was a mystery, but she knew the Sith were inhumanly cruel. It was most likely just a trick to get her to trust him so he could derive more pleasure from torturing her later.
I despise them all. Every one of them will die by my hand.These were the emotions raging inside her as she heard the cry for help; a sharp, piercing scream echoed through the night as she ran to investigate. Whether it was a Sith trap or not, it afforded her with the opportunity of killing some of the bastards.
When she arrived at the scene, she saw a Sith about to strike down some unknown local. She didn't care much about the local, she merely revelled in the chance of killing a Sith. She charged in full of hatred, and could feel this hate increasing her power. The Sith was quite aware of her coming, and had jumped onto the roof of a small house, thinking his higher position was a tactical advantage. How wrong he was.
She couldn't stand the wailing of the teenage girl, so she picked her up with the Force and threw her some distance away. She didn't care that she was hurting the girl. There was blood in the water, and she was starving.
The Sith was about to hurl a bench at her, but she quickly went to work with her impromptu tactic: she broke the crumbling pillar out from the porch with her power, and flung it slightly backwards and then straight at the Sith. The Sith did not anticipate this move, and lost his footing. He fell backwards, avoiding the pillar by mere inches. He knew his end was near. The Jedi was jumping through the air, and had pulled his light sabre towards her in the middle of the jump. She held it aloft, and was about to strike the finishing blow as she was about to land, when she was sent flying sideways by the strongest Force push the Sith had ever witnessed. The Jedi crashed into another house about 50 metres away, which gave the Sith enough time to look at his saviour. Darth Colberius had come to his rescue. He knew the man was powerful, but this was an order of magnitude above anything he'd ever imagined.
"Stop staring like a fool, Aragonn. We need to get out of here before she returns. I don't want to kill her just yet."
Darth Aragonn came out of his daze quickly, and did what he was told. It was a shame that he couldn't fulfil his mission by killing the girl, but he knew this day could have ended far worse.
Together, the Sith made their way back to their hideout before the sun came up
Gerrick the janitor,
a.k.a. Colberius X, a local, was killed during the night by CH-4NK0's booby-trap.
And it is now the day phase again.
I'll be compiling a list of all the people who didn't vote and so forth during the previous day phase, shortly.
