GCCS CTU Command Center

*As if on cue, a comm channel opens just as Osirus sits, and after a squelch of static, a voice says:*

:: Sgt. Major Ochevski, this is CDF 2LT Fitzgerald at Fort Nomad. GCCS tells me you have the closest thing they've got to a Fast Response Team and I was wondering if you'd be willing to lend us a hand with a developing situation. A Consular-class cruiser in orbit is heading for the surface on a crash course. We have a squad with a medical officer heading out, but since we have virtually no detail about what we're looking at in terms of passengers aboard the cruiser, it might be advisable to gather whatever resources we can so we're adequately prepared to deal with the situation. Over. ::

*Ochevski and Osirus waited for the comm to end*
Ochevski
::Copy that Lieutenant::
*Ochevski turned to Osirus*
Sgt Major Ochevski
"Get your men together and head out there on the CR-25's. Light equipment, do what you can..."
*Osirus stood, saluted and headed out into the hall*
*The alarm sounded as soon as Osirus left the command room. Within a minute, Fox Company was in the halls in front of Osirus*
Osirus
"Alright boys nothin' fancy. We got a crash and we're the closest thing to a quick response team these people have. Light equipment, but grab extra Medpacks. Hoorah!"
*Fox Company replied with a "HOORAH!" and followed Osirus onto the roof of the CTU building. The troops loaded onto the ships and took off. Osirus didn't like that he didn't know exactly where he was going, but that was just a merc thing, he figured...*

*Captain Zolin landed on the roof landing pad on the CTU Command Building. Almost immediately, a transmission came through to Osirus's ear piece*
Sgt Major Ochevski
::Lieutenant Osirus, please report to my office for debriefing::
*Osirus disembarked the ship and turned to Fox Company and Captain Zolin*
Osirus
"A few words before you men go down into the barracks. I wanted to say that I thought you men worked great today. Fox Company, be sure to buy Captain Zolin here a few Corellian ales 'cause the man saved all your lives with his mean flyin'."
*Osirus smiled and saluted. Fox Company returned the salute and headed down the stairs. Osirus headed to Ochevski's office*

Ochevski's Office:
*Osirus walked in and sat down*
Sgt Major Ochevski
"Good work out there Lieutenant...I thought you were just some cocky young merc who was gunna get my men killed, but you got some real talent. I bet you didn't expect pirates on a search and rescue..."

Osirus
"Its not what you expect sir, its what you are ready for. Me? I'm ready for anything. Oh and *Osirus straightened his back* thank you SIR."

Sgt Major Ochevski
"Hoorah soldier. Keep up the good work. I don't think we'll be needing your service too soon, at least we hope not. You might possibly be on call for security detail at some politicians ass-kissing festival, but I'll let you know in advance. Carry on soldier."
*Osirus stood, saluted and walked out of Ochevski's office. Osirus walked to his room and began taking of his armor, thinking about the battle. After his armor was removed, Osirus went to the kitchen and made food. Everything had seemed to fall into a routine these days, but Osirus didn't mind. At least he didn't have to pay for Sithspit...*

Ochevski's Office

Councilman Raynor's Office

*Like the very room he had taken a hold of within the Mon Calamari system all those Years ago, everything that surrounded him was lavish and seemingly overcompensating for something, he couldn't place his finger on. His desk was made of the finest wood that Corellia could offer and made no noise when the drawers slid open, or slammed closed. An Odd change from the desks made little effort to quell his uneasy nerves, but gave him something to focus upon. Something that could guide himself away from what was about to happen. Entering an agreement with a faction that he had not really been on even terms with, was a very hard thing for him to comprehend.* *Slowly lifting his feet off the magenta dyed carpet and pacing them upon the desk, James began to take a rapid series of deep breaths.*

"I'm getting far too old for this Sithspit.."

*As he slowly began to calm down his ever beating heart, James waited for the moment when the doors before his desk would open, and the meeting would begin. His only hope was that Councilman Koronov had gotten his and his guests message and was able to add his voice into this agreement.*

-About 10 mintues before the attack on the accademy, 1 minute after the explosions in coronet-

-Call to Corsec Headquarters-
:: This is the person organising the attacks in your filthy city of darkness, evil and corruption. You can call me Sion.
Like the rabbit is eating the freash grass of the plains of the poor, spreading fast and with furious passion using the peaple and their blood sweat and tears, are the Filthy governments treatening their people.
no more will Roger rabit be the boss of them, The people are speaking, the people are demanding.

The station, The Spaceport, The Hospital is just a show of the will of the people, mutch worse will come, mutch mutch worse.

there is a bloodprite ceremony of the Oppressor Jedi Cult, the den of thieves and destroyer of true love and defiler of mothers. These will be the prime target of purification, along with the Oppressor power corsec, herding the free people like sheep.

No more.

The Will of the people are a game. We play a game of "Sion Says". What sion Says is to be done.

First:
Sion says no air vehicles are to be active, and working in the area of Coronet, or 100 km from it.
Sion Says that No corsec are to be dealing with the hostage drama in the Birth Controll Den in the Medical Fascility... Sion Says only a jedi may deal with it.
Your oppression of infants and the true good will end right there.

Sion Says A list of CommLink numbers are to be presented on this chanel, of all the jedi in the Bloodstripe Ceremony held this second.

Sion Says you obey the voice of the people, or the next explosion will be a school, allready set up with explosives enough to kill everything in there.

No schools may be cleared of life, or the bombs go off there, and other places as retaliation.
We are the people, we are strong, The Cause is more importent then the means.

Sion Says Obey. ::

*Sel transmitted this from the Crete. As it was moving, and sensor jammed, it would be rather hard to track back...

And oh, he loved to feed people total idiotic gibberish... and this was just that. He was waiting for an answer.*