As the Diplomatic Droid hit Mac One flying down the corridor, he was glad he had swapped consciousness to a Mk 17 combat droid chassis. It cycled through weapons choices as intruder alarms blared, red lights flashed, and his comms flared. +++DO NOT ENTER MEDICAL+++ The Mk 17 had enough firepower to take down an newly adult Auran, so if any other species had launched a raid in the Embassy, this was going to be a painful experience for them. +++REPEAT: DO NOT ENTER MEDICAL+++ Suit shields were raised to help decelerate him, thankfully before he crashed into the reinforced metal door that secured the embassy medical centre. The droid's manipulation fields flared to cut away the wall surrounding the door (it was easier),. Dust quickly filled the corridor, followed, unexpectedly, by steam. The next thing the Droid saw was wall of brackish water, engulfing it's shields, and nearly pushing him backwards. Someone was teleporting in water, and it was now obvious who. "Told you he w...
The Ambassador let out a gasp. Then it was followed by the rest of the air in his lungs as he, and an awful lot of blood filled water, fell the three metres from below the Embassy formal meeting room ceiling onto the ornate floor, narrowly missing an antique consulate sofa by inches. He lay, stunned in a puddle, lifting his head and rolling onto one good arm as he struggled towards the velvety coach. "Glad to see you return in one piece," the Diplomatic drone buzzed in, "I trust your unscheduled meeting with the Auran Emperor went well?" "Uuuurgh," the Ambassador groaned, slowly pulling himself onto the sofa with his one arm, clutching his side and wincing from a shoulder that should not have been in that position, "Medic..!" "Did you gain any insight into the Auran fleet and their tactics?" The drone busied itself tiding objects that did not need tidying across the room. The bloodied water was soaking into the approximation of a marble...