Hotel Kuroma (IC CLOSED)

[Telvira]

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IC-
Prime Minister Edward Caithana expressed his concern over the military coup in Kuroma yesterday…
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The predominantly Jiszu military sized power from elected President Matsura a month ago in a bloody coup. Reports are coming in that suggest the military junta is promoting the expulsion of all Sahen from Kuroma…
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“All Jiszu have a right to live in peace from the Sahen. Those outsiders came in like weeds, and took over our great country! We must act, Jiszu brethren! We must cleanse the garden that is Kuroma of the Sahen weeds! We must—“

Elijah turned off the radio. There was no point in listening to that crap anymore. Elijah knew exactly what what he had just heard meant. “Cleanse the weeds.” It was the signal his friend in the Indowa militia had warned him about. It was the signal to begin killing the Sahen. Elijah moved quickly. He had packed a small bag with the essentials a week ago. Some food, water, money, and a small portable radio. He threw the bag over his shoulder and left the house, locking the door as he left. He put the key in his pocket. He might be able to go back someday. One could dream. Elijah flagged down a taxi, driven by a Sahen. One of his own. “Take me to the Oasis. Fast.” He handed the driver a 10 pound coin. The taxi took off.

A short time later, Elijah arrived at the Oasis Hotel. Run by a Telviran and owned by the Telviran company Hospitality International, the Oasis was just that. An oasis from the killing that was bound to start soon. Elijah ran up to the front desk. ‘I need to speak to George.” George Samayia was the manager, and a close friend of Elijah’s. He could offer shelter.

George frowned. “I can give you a room, but you must have some money. This place is not a refugee camp.” Elijah produced all of his money, barely over 130 pounds. “This is all I have. Please, you know what the military is about to do. I cannot go anywhere else.” Elijah put the money on George’s desk. The manager was silent for what seemed to be an eternity. Then, he spoke. “I will give you a room.” Elijah though he would collapse. “Thank you, George, thank you, thank you, thank you! I shall repay you.” George shook his head. “Do not worry about repayment. I think that many more will need an oasis in the coming storm.”

George was right. Across Kuroma, Indowa militiamen and army soldiers went door to door, seeking out Sahen. As night fell, the streets were illuminated by gunfire. The next morning, the suburbs of the cities were covered in dead. The army and the militia moved methodically, working from the rural area up through the suburbs. As day broke, they began to move into the cities.

[Telvira]

In the following days, the slaughter continued. Bodies of Sahen littered the streets and pickups loaded with Indowa militiamen roamed Masuru, the capital of Kuroma, looking for prey. The Oasis Hotel was soon overflowing with foreigners desperate for safety from the violence. In response, the Telviran government sent new orders to the commander of the Telviran element of the CAFOR force in Kuroma. The orders were simple: protect Telvira's own. The members of the 2nd and 4th Companies, 27th Infantry Battalion, converged on the Oasis to set up a safe haven for anyone who could produce a Telviran passport. The hotel soon sprouted machine-gun nests and crude watchtowers and the Telviran troops dug in. According to the leader of the force, Captain James Andreas, a helicopter carrier was en route to evacuate all Telviran nationals. Cpt. Andreas' orders were clear: his only concern was to be Telviran nationals. No one else.

[Trebizondu]

Alex sat on his bed. Oh, the humanity... This night's sleep has surely been bad. The bed itself was only a crude construction of wood, barely deserving to be named a bed, and, what's more, it had a bloody lot of fleas in it. The dark room in the basement of the abandoned house on Kuroma outskirts was a good hideout, even if uncomfortable. No - one would look in here, it was quiet, and it allowed poking out an antenna. Alex ran the little portable generator in the corner. His watch told him it was just about time for morning news. He turned on the TV he brought in here and switched to Kuroma 24. He knew some words in the local language, just enough to communicate. But he didn't need them this time. He saw a massacre on TV, a massacre that - according to the news started just yesterday, just a couple districts away, and was spreading like wildfire.

He reached for his pistol, lying on the table before him, and switched the TV off. There was no point in wasting energy. Alex didn't know when was he going to get more gas for the generator now that the riots have started. He cleaned the gun carefully. This chaos... This orgy of blood and destruction... It was not going to make his job easy. The Dragunov was lying under the bed in a suitcase, right next to the photo of the target. Asafa Melandou, the richest weaponry dealer in the region. Monomachos was sure that the bastard was in the city, but now this was no longer certain. He had to find out if Melandou left the area. Fortunately, he already knew how.

[Jakra]

Colonel Scott Mitchell looked out the window of his Warthog Tactical Utility Vehicle (OOC: same as Halo but enclosed cabin & trunk) as it drove down the strret of Kuroma's Capital, Masuru. He coldly stared at the Indowa Militia that lined the streets and gave softer sympathetic looks to the Sahen prisoners the Militia was marching down the street. He decided to look away after reminding himself there was nothing he could do, after all since it was an observation and peacekeeping mission "CAFOR soldiers may only fire their weapons or assault any person if they are directly assaulted first". "Damn ROE writing REMFs!" (rear echelon motherfu**er) Mitchell spit out with clenched teeth to his Jimani driver, "I hear that!" chiped up Master Sergant Eremy from the back seat of the hog as it turned into the Hotel Oasis. "Hopefully this press conference will get the world to respond" Mitchell said with a glimmer of hope as he opened the Hog's passenger side door. "Hopefully" echoed Eremy and the Jimani, knowing all too well that it probably wouldn't as they exited the Hog and followd him into the hotel.

OOC: FYI;
The Jakran Contingent of the Kuroma Assitance Force (KUAFOR) is from the ASMC (Allied States Marine Corps). The entire KUAFOR force is under Mitchell's command and is subject to a very strict ROE which prevents them from stopping the geonicide.
KUAFOR is 320 strong (2 companies of infantry) with it's bases at an airport just outside Masura and a hotel complex in the middle of downtown that serves as HQ. Both complexes are heavily fortified and safe from the Indowa and Jiszu army, but they cannot sustain many refugees (250 at the airport and 30 in the HQ).

[Palpatinist Coruscant]

IMPFAC Directive #2

As our naval operations in the Isla Marcasa region proceed apace, it is important that we maintain the image of a glorious nation in the eyes of the world. Our neighbors by now fully understand our willingness to use force to spread the cause of the once and future leader, Palpatine I, and the Imperial Fascist movement which he created. However, they must also learn that IMPFAC can also grant hospitability and other forms of assistance for those who desire it.

As a first demonstration of our generosity, we instruct our embassy in Kuroma, one of the few around the world that we still retain after our bloody civil war, to grant asylum to any refugees that request it. From reports we’ve received, the bloodshed is quite enormous and is reaching levels comparable with our previous civil war, so be prepared to receive a massive amount of refugees trying to escape the violence. Do everything possible to arrange for humanitarian organizations to provide assistance, and invite foreign journalists to our embassy so they can document the helping hand that our Dominion is prepared to give to any nation or persecuted group that requests it.

However, do not expect military assistance of any sort to come to your aid. All of our own forces are tied up at Isla Marcasa, and other nations are not expected to intervene anytime soon. All security personnel at the embassy are ordered to resort to nonviolent resistance should militiamen attempt to storm the embassy in an attempt to kill refugees. Should all refugees and embassy staff perish, our countrymen will go down as martyrs who died to spread the principles of IMPFAC, but if our embassy successfully saves as much refugees as possible, our Dominion will go down as a champion of world peace and gain the worldwide prestige that is necessary to rebuild our former empire.

[Jimanistan]

The Jimani stayed quiet through much of the drive. Corporal Louis Stone had always been a quiet man, but the scene around him was making him especially silent. His hair is longer than one would expect from the member of any military, touching his shoulders with a tangled sheet of black hair. In the Jimani Armed Forces, it would seem that haircut policies are rather lax. He is a small man, not looking entirely soldier-ly. He is wearing an olive green uniform, trimmed in black, with various patches to denote his rank, and the flag of Jimanistan on his upper-left arm. He parks the car and follows after his superiors, into the buidling.

[Jakra]

OOC: Thanks for the name Jimanistan.

[Telvira]

The situation in Masuru continued to deteriorate. As Sahen were gunned down in the streets, the Indowa militia began to take notice of the many refugees-now over 100-taking shelter in the Oasis Hotel. Just minutes after the Warthog entered the now fortified gates of the hotel, the first technicals loaded with Indowa militiamen began to speed towards the hotel.

The KUAFOR Warthog was spotted, IDed, and let in by the Telviran guards at the front gate of the Oasis Hotel. Waiting for them at the front of the hotel was the commander of the Telviran forces, Captain Andreas. "Hello, Colonel." The captain was about to say something else when the unmistakable sounds of AK47s and G41s cut through the air. "Get down!" Andreas tackled the colonel as an RPG slammed into the front of the hotel, followed by another that turned the Warthog into a fireball. "Return fire!" From the rooftops and watchtowers Telviran infantrymen opened up with G41s, MG4 SAWS, and Wa-2000 sniper rifles. Militiamen returned fire with various assault rifles and a pair of machine guns mounted on two pickups. Within minutes the place was a battlezone.

Elijah was two rooms away from where the first RPG impacted. Instantly he scrambled out of bed and began running, joining others running down the hallways to the lobby. Midway to the front doors, he broke off and exited the hotel through a side door. No sense getting slaughtered by the Jiszu when he walked out the door. He ran across the hotel grounds and clambered over the fence. He was out of the hotel, but now he had to find his way through a city full of people who would kill him without a second thought. Elijah took off running.

[Palpatinist Coruscant]

Dispatch from Coruscanti Embassy

The situation in the capital city of Masuru appears grim. Only a few Sahen refugees, about 50 or so, have made it to our embassy in the city so far, but we can only assume that more will come as word spreads of our offer to grant them asylum. The Indowa don’t seem to be aware of our actions so far (they seem to be preoccupied with the Oasis Hotel for the time being), but the situation will surely change as we bring in more refugees. We have sent messages to organizations such as the World Assembly requesting humanitarian assistance to help keep the refugees supplied with necessities for as long as the crisis continues, and we’ve also sent a message to the Oasis Hotel, where CAFOR forces are stationed at this time, requesting that CAFOR will move to evacuate refugees at our embassy should the situation there become untenable. In addition, foreign media outlets have been alerted to our asylum offers; we hope that the international media will come to our embassy to cover our efforts within 24 hours or so.

[Jakra]

"God damn those little sons a bitches!" Mitchell screamed as his Warthog burned. The Master Sarge and corporal were both unharmed and were trying to drag him into the hotel. He broke free and grabbing Captain Andreas by the shoulder the foursome ran through the front doors of the hotel only stopping once they reached the poolside bar on the back of the building. "To hell with protocal!" Mitchell raged as he downed a shot of suprisingly delicious scotch, somewhere inside Andreas had left them but Mitchell had patience and waited and listened to the battle out front.

[Telvira]

The fighting continued for another half an hour. When the smoke cleared, both of the Indowa technicals burned, as did the Jakran Warthog. 23 dead militiamen littered the street outside the hotel, and the Telvirans had lost 2 dead and 15 wounded. "Shit," muttered Captain Andreas as he surveyed the battlefield. "This was not covered in the briefing." As the captain walked back into the hotel, he called for his aide. "Send a message to command. Tell them the situation is critical and we need evac ASAP." "Yessir." As the aide hurried to the Telvira's communications vehicle (a modified Fennek). Captain Andreas called out for Colonel Mitchell.

[Jakra]

Mitchell heard his name being called by Andreas,he lead his party through the frightened masses inside the hotel and out front to where his burnt out Warthog lay. After getting a good look at the wreck Mitchell proceeded to Andreas who was standing by some sort of modified Fennek Armored Car.

[Takaram]

Samantha Cummings leaned against the building, a block away from the Oasis Hotel, where a firefight had just broken out. She had been sent by the Takaram News Agency to report on the new government. She looked over at the man to her right.
"Do you think we should try and run for it?" She asked.
As she thought about it, she was glad he was with her. Jacob Berkett was a former Takaram Marine, and veteran of several conflicts. He had been hired to escort her through the volatile region, but she had been pretty annoyed to have been sent along with a babysitter. Now, though, she was glad to have him along.
"No," he replied, "It's too dangerous right now. We should wait until this dies down." He pulled out his Glock 34 and checked the magazine.
She sighed and dropped the bag she had slung over her shoulder. There were times she really hated this job.
Suddenly, she noticed the gunfire had stopped. "Ok," muttered Berkett, "Lets go. Keep your head down, and don't stop running."
Then sprinted the rest of the way to where the Telvirans had set up their defensive line.

[Ursava]

The mission directives were simple: Ursavian nationals in the country had managed to get the message out of being held up in a run-down apartment that was being harrassed by anti-government forces with only a few people defending it. Black Watch operatives were to infiltrate the country and tryy to get them, not out on their own (unless they had to) but to an embassy willing to grant them asylum. Simple enough, Captain Csaba Benedek thought to himself, we'll fit right in: a bunch of Caucasian men clad in various pieces of civvi-clothes toting weapons. Csaba looked at the men around him, all clad in various clothes ranging from denim jeans like Csaba himself wore to khaki pants. Above t-shirts and other such things combat gear hung across them and they held various weapons such as Csaba's Colt .45 handgun and AK-74 assault rifle. He didn't focus on this for long, rubbing a hand in a fingerless leather glove across his bald head and looking through the lenses of wrap-around sunglasses as the civilian-marked vessel the six-man team was using stayed just within sight of the coast-line. While they did this, two members of the team were preparing an inflatable raft...they would leave the ship well out of combat range unless it was absolutely needed to extract the civilians.

Within ten minutes the raft was ready and they were on their way to the coast-line, the kevlar plates raised and the crew ducking down below them so the operatives themselves would remain all but invisible except from above and all that would be seen would be the raft. Of course, it wasn't extremely effective if anybody came up to the raft anybody would see them...but it had been 'recommended' by the people in command and Csaba had learned their recommendations occasionally helped out...like by saving their lives. Now they would just need to worry about avoiding CAFOR forces like the plague, unless absolutely neccesary, and getting in as few gunfights as possible.

[Euro-Trash]

Blanco watched as the other militiamen tried and failed to breach the hotel's defenses. "Our turn." He turned to his subordinate. "Begin."

Five technicals, loaded with Indowa and each sporting a heavy machine gun, revved their engines and drove off towards the Oasis. As they reached the spot where their comrades had died, all but one unloaded their militiamen and opened fire on the hotel's defenders. The one technical took off at high speed towards the gate, the machine gunner firing wildly at the guards.

[Telvira]

Andreas listened as the gunfire restarted. "Shit shit shit. Gate, what's going on?" Over the company radio, a response came, peppered by the sound of AK47 fire. "Sir, there's a bunch of technicals and militia trying to breach the gate. One of them shot past and is heading for the front door." "Fuck! Blow them all up! Now!"

On the roof of the hotel, three men raised SRAW missile launchers and fired. Three white puffs were followed by three missiles streaking down at the technicals, aimed at the one inside the compound and two outside on the street. Meanwhile, the Telvirans continued to engage the dismounted militiamen.

Seeing the two figures running towards the hotel, three Telviran infantry rushed forward to cover them They loosed off precise three=round bursts at the technical and militiamen. "Come with us an keep your head down!"

[Holy Marsh]

Masuru had never been the best place for worshippers of the Holy Marsh, but the church itself had been a safe haven. Considering the nation was unstable and the militant nature of Believers, arms had been stockpiled- not much, mind you. Just a few dozen assault rifles and some ammunition. It had been a deal struck with the local government, and over the years, the weapons had been used twice: Both times, the foes were ill organized 'bandits' and were repulsed easily.

But as Jacob Tanin sat and huddled in the Church as the gunfire echoed outside, he couldn't help but feel that perhaps fighting some bandits did not matter much when fighting the tribe.

Friar Regik had never made it to Church. He had run a roadblock out of fear and had been gunned down in his small sedan, bullets tearing through the windshield, doors, flesh, and seat. Several others had been killed in a car accident with an old fashioned fire engine. The majority of the remainder of the congregation lived near the embassy and so had easily escaped there in the early hours of the chaos. The rest were unlucky enough to have been caught off, an area of mass mayhem and bloodshed separating them from the embassy. As such, the Tanins and a few other families had ran to the church and barricaded it quickly. As one man led the prayers, the rest, including young Jacob, had set upon the doors with great fervor. Within a short while, the doors were barricaded heavily and the adults armed. Indeed, for a short while, it appeared safe. From vantage points on the second floor, the better shooters among them kept them informed. When a group of Indowan militia approached and one of the men spotted, a gun battle ensued that was decidely one sided for a very short while. With limited visibility, the Indowans had a hard time hitting the Marshite shooters who, in turn, had little trouble finding the Indowans. Then the technicals pulled up, and their heavy guns ripped into the windows and forced the shooters down, but not before-

"Look out, they're trying to-"
A molotov cocktail arched its way through a broken window pane halfway between the floors. Then another. And on the east side, another...

A few minutes oe extreme panic followed as the occupants attempted to put out the fires. They were met with failure as there was little water in the building, and two more cocktails were thrown in. The shooters could not do anything to stop this, and as the fire spread, fear set in.
Finally, Samantha Tanin gathered the twenty Believers and told them they stood no chance to survive in a burning building. A large hotel, Oasis, was a mere three blocks away. If they could get there maybe they could survive.
The back door they kicked open to escape from had been wide enough for two, but as a burning beam fell and hit Mr. Granger, killing him, the nineteen Marshites ran out-
-Into a kill zone. The small alley was flanked on the left by a squad of militia, and the building to the right had another. AK fire echoed all around Jacob as bullets slammed into exposed flesh and the ground. Bodies were torn to shreds around him and heads were nearly snapped off as bullets sliced through necks. Jacob could hear more than feel the splatter of blood on both sides of his body as most of the small grouping was cut down. His father slammed into a door opposite the Marshite exit breaking it open with his massive frame, and then slumped dead, his motion having carried him forward after being shot in the back of the head. Jacob was the first through the door and stumbled over his father's body as the boy behind him, Samson, was shot in the side and fell against the door frame. As Jacob got up to help him, he was torn to shreds by fire from two sides.
Jacob looked across the alleyway and into the Marshite exit. Ten people had tried to cross, nine others had stopped when they heard gunfire and huddled away from the doors, close to the beam. Of those that crossed, only Jacob was alive. He looked out at the corpses and stood-
"Run, you idiot, run for your life!" Yelled one of the men, who then quickly poked his rifle out and fired a few shots.

Jacob took that advice and ran from the burning building, the bodies, the blood, the gunfire, and the doomed Marshites. He ran through alleyways that seemed quiet and buildings that were unoccupied. He stepped over the bodies of Sahan tribespeople and slowly made his way to the Oasis. He could see it from the Church, but it took him over six hours to reach it because he was trying to not be found.

When he finally did move to where he could get a really get vantage point and make his move, the smoke from a burning vehicle could be seen. Not an inviting sign.

[Palpatinist Coruscant]

Dispatch to International Media Outlets

This is Ambassador Conan Haughey, head of the Coruscanti Embassy in Kuroma. As the genocide in the country reaches unspeakable levels of brutality, our embassy now shelters over a hundred refugees seeking protection from mass-murderers. However, our embassy lacks the supplies necessary to keep any more alive unless we recieve humanitarian assistance immediately. Furthermore, our embassy is too-ill equipped to fend off an attack from hostile militiamen, so we request that international forces come to our embassy and protect it. Unless we receive help now, chances are that everyone here at our embassy will be killed or starve to death within the next week. We beg for any sort of help!

[Telvira]

The scene outside the Coruscanti embassy was one reminiscent of the early days of the coup. A row of armored vehicles, three M113 APCs and two T-34/85s, rolled up to the embassy. Kuroman soldiers dismounted from the APCs and surrounded the embassy. A colonel, identified by his two gold stars, and wearing sunglasses walked up to the embassy gate. "Knock it down." An M113 rolled forward and knocked down the gate. "Whoever is in charge come out now!" As he spoke, soldiers spread out through the front lawn of the embassy.

[Ursava]

There was the audible sound of sand scraping against hardened rubber and plastic as the raft ground up on the beach. It's kevlar pads were lowered and pulled off before the raft was de-inflated, the entire contraption was put together as one piece, and it was partially buried in to the beach with almost nothing showing of it save for a single line of black kevlar. Then the Csaba took point, leading his five fellow operatives across the sand in hiking and military combat boots produced by the Telviran government. Once reaching solid ground the team moved to an alleyway and then in to a one-story convenience store where they crouched down and hid in the shadows created due to a lack of power in the store's lights, assessing the situation and deciding exactly what to do, and trying to pinpoint where they were in relation to the Hotel Oasis and the apartment complex in which the Ursavians were pinned down. Shooting azimuths to the two locations, Captain Csaba Benedek (who had always been good at math) easily pin-pointed his location...and a nearby street sign didn't hurt either.


OOC: Sort of stuck on what to do. If Palpatinist wants to send a distress call I'm sure I could harass the government forces from behind and lure them away or something.

[Lizardiar]

As a pair of men were hiding behind a burning vehicle they began talking. "Why were WE sent here?" Hosea Goraud's cameraman asked, "Why isn't the military being sent here instead?"

"Because they can't." Hosea said back, "Its politics."

"It doesn't seem fair." the cameraman said.

"Doesn't matter what you and me think as long as we can get this footage to the WA." Hosea said.

"Okay, its a go--" the cameraman's sentence came to an abrupt end as Hosea put his hand over his mouth and said, "Shh, they are coming over here."

"But I thought they wouldn't kill foreigners." the man said.

"They could say we tried to kill one of them and no one would be the wiser, now get that camera ready." Hosea ordered.

The two Jiszu that were walking by saw a little Sahen boy and began chasing him. As Hosea watched the men caught the boy and began chopping the limbs of the boy off. The boy screamed and as he did the cameraman turned away. "Keep it going, dammit! We have to record this so we can make sure that it never happens again." Hosea said. The cameraman, apparently convinced, nodded and began recording again.

[Euro-Trash]

On the roof of the hotel, three men raised SRAW missile launchers and fired. Three white puffs were followed by three missiles streaking down at the technicals, aimed at the one inside the compound and two outside on the street. Meanwhile, the Telvirans continued to engage the dismounted militiamen.

The three technicals exploded spectacularly, taking some nearby militiamen with them. Another technical revved it's engine and began to drive towards the front entrance. The militia continued to fire on the Telvirans, with the bulk of them concentrating on suppressing the missile troops on the roof.

As the fighting continued, one of the remaining technicals backed down the street to a point out of view of the hotel. There, supervised by Blanco, militiamen began to load it with RPG rounds, plastic explosives, and alcohol. This should make an excellent bang. thought Blanco.

[Jakra]

When the gunfire started up again Mitchell decided he had taken enough crap from these rebels and it was time to get at least one strike back to teach them that couldn mess with CAFOR. He ran to the Command fennek and convinced the driver to let him use a radio, the message was to the CAFOR airbase. The message was as follows

This is Col. Mitchell, I am under heavy attack at the Oasis Hotel. I need immediate air support deploy two flights of SkyHawks (4 Skyhawks in total), tell them to engage all Indowa militia vehicles and personal near the hotel. Be on look out for possible AA fire. Alert CAFOR high command and the Defense Delegate immediately. Mitchell out.

Mitchell knew the Indowa only spoke in violence, so, he would yell back. And, while the Indowa's heavy machine guns and RPGs were concerning, he knew the posed no threat to the fast heavily armored Skyhawks.

CAFOR Airbase
The SkyHawks crews were happy to finally see some action, a real H&K mission instead of damn convoy escorts. The crews were all Jakran veteran pilots who probably had more hours in cockpits than their own beds. While some of them feared Indowa retaliation in a ground attack, these fears were quelled, since the Indowa knew that direct attacks on CAFOR would cause harsher retalitation upon themselves. Within 15 minutes of Mitchell's SOS the 4 Skyhawks roared into the sky bristling with weapons and a license to kill.


OOC: Above is a SkyHawk (Ignore UNSC! )

[Palpatinist Coruscant]

Phone call from Ambassador Haughey to International Media Outlets

“Urgent! Kumoran forces are violating international law and are breaking into our embassy! We demand that Kumora cease this outrageous act at once or face the consequences!”

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Once the Ambassador finished his hasty phone call, he proceeded to walk out of his office and made his way over to the embassy’s front lawn, where the Kumoran army was waiting for him. All around him, he saw Sahen refugees and embassy staff look at him with horror in their eyes, fearing that they will become the latest victims in the country-wide genocide. Conan Haughey might have been frightened for his life more than anyone else in the complex, but he didn’t show it as he marched outside the building and was escorted by Kumoran troops to the colonel in charge of the operation.

“What the hell are your men up to here!?” shouted the Ambassador. “This is Coruscanti soil! What gives you the right to break international protocol by storming into our embassy!?”

[Telvira]

The Oasis Hotel
The missile troops on the roof were pinned. "Snipers, engage that target, now!" Four snipers, armed with .300 Magnum Wa-2000 sniper rifles, opened fire on the technical racing towards the front door. Rounds flew towards the driver, the gunner, and the tires. On the roof, the missile troops reloaded and waited for the fire to subside. One soldier, tired of waiting, grabbed a launcher, said a quick prayer, and raised himself over the parapet. He loosed the missile at the last remaining technical just as a hail of bullets cut him to pieces. The soldier would later receive the highest award in Telvira, the Golden Star, posthumously.

Coruscanti Embassy
"You are harboring Sahen dogs. They are traitors to this government and you will hand them over to my forces or I will destroy this embassy and kill evryone in it."