The blue robed Senate Guards filled the landing platform as the monorail came to a complete stop. All was dark inside the train, and the Guards trained their rifles on the gaping maws where the doors had once been. The tension was thick in the air.
Suddenly blaster fire errupted from inside the train car, and four republic commandos backed out of the train, continuing a barrage of fire into the train car as they backed up. Two of the soldiers were clearly wounded as they were assisted in their retreat from the train, although all four continued to fire their rifles.
"They're still in there! They've killed everyone!" one of the commandos shouted, just as two lightsaber blades snapped on inside the train, held by dark figures.
Instantly the Senate Guards opened up, their salvo blowing out windows and riddling the cars with holes. They continued to fire as they advanced on the train.
The Commandos were approached by a blue robed officer as they neared the back of the ranks. "Sit down, we'll get you men a medic."
"No, just get those damned Dark Jedi. They slaughtered our troops and all those innocent civillians. We can get ourselves to the med bay," one of the commandos replied. The officer started to turn back to the fight, but the soldier caught his sleeve. "Don't try to take them alive, sir. You'll loose too many men if you try. Just kill them.... kill them all."
"Don't worry, those are our orders. They won't leave that train alive," the officer said before turning and adding his own fire to the continuing hail of fire.
The four Republic Commandos limped up the steps and away from the landing platform.
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Trychon removed his helmet once they were all safely inside a maintenance corridor. "How do you breath in these things, Raez?" he asked, as they moved quickly down the hall.
"You just get used to it," Raezyr returned. Not far down the corridor, they came to a small break room with a locker room off to one side, and they stepped in.
"I'm pissed that we had to give those two padawan lightsabers up," Tyrrazapon huffed.
"They never would have been convinced that we were still on that train if they didn't see lightsabers," Raezyr said. "Now it's going to take them some time to figure out who's who among all those bodies."
They stowed the Republic armor into a couple of dusty unused lockers and found maintenance staff uniforms that would work. They tucked their lightsabers into cargo pockets of the tan coveralls and transferred their clothes and Raezyr's armor from the commando back-packs into two duffels they found stuffed under a locker and headed back out. Anya did her best to conceal her limp, and Raezyr still gave no hint of his broken rib.
"Alright let's move casually, and see if we can get out of here and back to our ships," Trychon said, as they exited the utility corridors and into the lower halls of the Senate Building.
The place was crawling with Senate Guards. Each time the Sith saw them, they turned down a different corridor or ducked into elevators. Eventually they found themselves completely lost.
Finally, Tyrrazapon picked a lock and they found themselves in an unused conference room.
"Well, what now?" Anya asked the other three. Blank stares were all she got in return.
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