Eiron killed the driver of the hovertram and detached the energy couplings, dumping the tram's load. He then brought the tram to the Galactic Senate building, where his students were waiting.
He would need to tend to his wound, but in time. Now it was time to finish the job.
There were presences in a stairwell. Republic soldiers, perhaps two dozen of them, working their way up. Eiron sent the tram into the wall, bulldozing through the stairwell and taking out most of the troops. He absorbed some of the kinetic energy of the crash with the Force, keeping himself from being injured.
The soldiers who weren't killed, he finished off with a few precise cuts of the lightsaber.
"Where are you, my students," Eiron whispered to himself. "Find me, if you will."
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