Rest and Recovery... and Running

[King Axorn]

Axorn screamed in pain as the block of ceramite-infused concrete bashed into his head, breaking a cheekbone and causing him to spurt out a fountain of blood from his mouth and nose, as he staggered backwards, dropping his beloved sword to the ground. Axorn took his time to recover from the blow, using it instead to survey his surroundings. Half the museum looked as though it had been blown up, with sections of wall missing all over the place, making the museum similar to a slice of swiss cheese. The other half of the building was infested with a bluish-purple flesh, covered with eyes and screaming mouths, making the entire thing look like something out of a horror movie. Down below Axorn could hear the voices of dozens of storm troopers as they began to flood every last inch of the building.

"Sqaudron A," said a voice, most likely the commander for this investigation. "secure a five block police check, no one is allowed to enter or leave the area until this investigation is over, you copy?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Squadron A responded.

"Squadron B, spread out and apprehend the suspects."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Crap," Axorn swore. "I don't have much time to find my friends and get out of here. I'd better get to work."

Just as Axorn was about to get up, a beacon of pain lit in his right wing, causing him to wince as he stood up. Okor had just jumped off the building, leaving Axorn to wonder what he was doing. Just then, a few storm troopers ran up to the top of the stairs and started firing, causing Axorn to whip around, his mouth ablaze, and burn those few to the ground, while also creating a barrier of fire, burning up any more who tried to pass through. That won't hold for long, Axorn thought. but it'll do for now. Axorn turned back around, grabbed his gunblade off to ground and raced off deeper into the vortex of chaos that used to be the Coruscant museum.
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After a few hours of searching and dodging storm troopers, Axorn found Triest, passed out one floor below him, and surrounded by chatting storm troopers.

"Hey, did you guys see the game last night?" one said.

"Yeah, we won 16-4, we're totally going to win the cup this year." another replied.

"Hey guys, what kind of creature do you think this kid is?" a third questioned.

Just then, Axorn rushed in, sliding below the gunfire and slashing at the troopers' legs, causing them to fall over. Axorn quickly finished them off with a few bursts of flame, before slinging Triest over his shoulder with his free hand, and running towards the writhing, blue-purple mess that was the other side of the museum, in an effort to find Erik.
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After a few more fights with the local law enforcement, Axorn finally made it to the other side, only to be halted by an invisible psychic field that drove him mad every time he tried to push through. I just need to hope Erik is OK in there, if only I was strong enough mentally to get in. I guess we'll just hide and wait for him here. After thinking this, Axorn dove into an intact, and quite spacious janitorial closet, hiding in the shadows, wincing at every scream from the twisted form of the other side of the museum, ready to twist the neck of any storm trooper who tried to enter.