[h2]CT-35479 (Captain Rathis)[/h2]
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[i]Fear.

Anger.

Confusion.[/i]

	A whirlwind of emotions gripped CT-35479, Captain Rathis, as he stood on the bridge of the [i]Corellian Dawn[/i] and listened to the hundreds of frantic calls for help that quickly dwindled into silence; the hanger below venting into space. For a few brief moments he could see bodies in white armour tumbling away from the ship until they were lost among the stars.

	What had gone wrong? Three hundred troopers in that hanger bay and now nothing but silence. 

"CT-98546, report." He keyed his mic, trying to raise the trooper who had been responsible for overseeing the death of the traitor Bocri. Silence. Ominous silence. 

"CT-98546, do you read me, over?" The comm waves remained utterly silent. Not even a whisper or flicker of static to suggest someone was trying to key their mic. 

"CT-9547, report." He addressed the second squad now, those being sent to deal with Hirani. She was in her quarters and should prove a quick task for the elite clone troopers sent to kill her.

"Entering her hall now." A moment of silence. "Making contact now."

The second turned into ten seconds, and then into thirty. Rathis glanced around the bridge at the remainder of his crew, none of whom looked back at him. 

"CT-9547, update." Comms silence. No blaster fire. No explosions. Nothing.

"What is going on down there?" He finally snapped at a nearby crewman who was flipping through the cameras that covered major intersections throughout the ship, as well as any turbo-lift doors. He silently cursed the Chancellor for not giving them more warning of his intentions to arrest the Jedi.

"There is no sign of CT-9547, or his squad." The crewman replied, still flipping through various camera feeds. Other corridors showed clones moving about in disciplined groups as they reacted to the emergency klaxons that blared throughout much of the ship.

"Show me the hanger bay." Rathis ordered and waited as the screens were brought up. Half of them were damaged beyond use by the explosions and none covered the control booth where Bocri had been last seen. 

Rathis began to feel a ball of anxiety form in his gut. Nothing was going as it should have. He eyes raced over the control panels as he searched for any indication of what might be happening. Other than the alarms for the hanger bay, everything was exactly as it should be. That still meant there was one, if not two, Jedi now loose on his ship. 

"Tell the gun crews to blast anything that attempts to leave the ship. We cant have them trying to esca[e in a fighter or troop transport." There was only one other hanger that could handle the larger craft, and the smaller executive hanger. "I want thirty troopers at each of the remaining hangers. The rest can begin sweeping the ship, starting with the lower levels. Check everything, vents, garbage compactors, nothing can be missed."

Comms blazed to life as orders went out and he was relieved to see some semblance of order returning to the ship as the clones moved quickly and purposefully to carry out their orders. It gave one a sense of pride to see it.

Minutes passed and squads continued to check in regularly, all clear. Engineers were trying to restore order to the hanger bay but the concussion grenade explosion had shaken wiring loose and the bridge command consoles were unable to reactive the magnetic shield. They had no way of knowing that a lightsaber had slashed through the cables.

Squads were just reaching the lower decks of the ship when one of the command crew suddenly jolted upright in his seat.

"Uh, sir, sir!" He was waving frantically and Rathis practically ran to his side. A chill ran through him at the site of Master Hirani meditating in the hallway beyond the bridge doors. She was practically inside and he had sent the rest of his clones to the lower decks!

He opened his mouth to say something but at that very moment a gentle touch caressed his brain and he found himself feeling terribly sleepy. His fingers scrabbled for the control console even as his knees hit the deck. His tongue didn't seem to want to work as he keeled over sideways, the crewman who had manned the console landing half across his legs, a glazed expression on his face.

It was with detached interest he observed Master Bocri appear in the hallway next to Master Hirani. It was not his concern anymore though. He was so very tired. He blinked his eyelids once, twice, and then blackness welcomed him.