The people of Balamak were rallying to the rallying to the cause as they received an influx of thousands of civilians requiring food, water and medical assistance. As a bountiful agricultural world, they had a lot to give. The hospitals were running short on supplies but it wouldn't be long until the wave of first responders from the Concord arrived to assist in the efforts. The Jedi Master had been refusing treatment until the Concord could relieve some of the pressure on local medical facilities so her arm hung lifelessly across her abdomen in a makeshift sling, though the pain had been doused by analgesics. Reluctant to sit and allow herself to be treated like any of the other former captives, believing herself to have a duty of care towards them, she assisted in the organisation and directing of people to where they needed to be.
::Grandmaster Ayres?:: A voice filtered through the handheld commlink she had been given. She brought the device up to her lips. ::I'm here:: She replied.
::The first Concord ship has landed::
::We're on our way:: She walked quickly away from the crowd and towards the docks where a second ship was about to land.
Aayla stood not far away from Kiara, arms folded briefly as she observed the other. Master Ayres was someone she obviously looked up to. Ayres, had been working incessantly over the last thirty hours straight; and Aayla had been pushing on behind her. The Padawan was always ready to devote what she could to charitable cause, be it menial or grand.
While Kiara handled the Administrative, Aayla had long taken initiative of the actual unloading of the ships which carried the remaining Bryn'Adul 'hostages'. Kiara could easily sense that Aayla was tense. Oddly however, not unbalanced in the Force. A keen seen of apprehension, bounded from her at periods of their time together.
Aayla glanced at the commlink, and turned in step with the other.
"Are you going to let them look at your arm, Grandmaster Ayres?"
She asked, arms at her sides, walking beside Kiara and peering curiously. Aayla couldn't tell whether Kiara didn't let her try fixing it because she admitted she wasn't particularly skilled at it, or perhaps she was focused so much on this going smoothly.
"Certainly. Once everyone else has someone tending to them." She replied, still evidently feeling responsible for her inability to protect the people of Nal Hutta in their time of need. It was unavoidable when looked at rationally but at the very least she seemed to be employing the notion that the captain was last to leave the ship in that she would be the last to receive help while others were still suffering.
Kiara walked briskly to the docks where the first ship that landed was piling up supplies onto a speeder that had been provided and several others were landing in preparation to do the same.
A Jedi Master approached with confidence so it was to be assumed that he was in charge of the vessel. He offered a respectful bow of the head to the Grandmaster and accompanying Padawan which was returned. "How is the situation looking?" He asked as others continued unloading behind him.
"Better than it was. We're just short of medical personnel and equipment now. The Bryn'adul were truly awful to these people." She replied, a hint of regret lacing her tone.
"We'll have it sorted." He told her in an attempt at reassuring her before beckoning to a Padawan over his shoulder and resuming their duty.
Kiara turned to the Padawan accompanying herself. "Aayla, I'll have a shuttle take you back to Kashyyyk where you can rest."
Her response was curt, and to the point. Aayla relented. In the end she believed Kiara was simply that dedicated to them. It wasn't for nothing that she maintained her station. As the Jedi Master bowed, Aayla returned the notion, moving to a standing rest, and listening to the brief discourse. Her eyes flickered off to a man that was coughing up in a corner. Likely unrelated to the death that coursed through their veins at the moment, but she was entranced by it.
Zoning out of the original conversation on the word 'personnel', she stared at him. And was grabbed suddenly on her shoulder, by a sickly individual. She was stoic, and battle-trained; and as such, she didn't jump, but would look to her right with a feeling of mounting dread. She saw there a person infected with... Something. They were practically drooling blood, behind him a vision of death and decay everywhere.
It made her blood run cold, and many of the thoughts and emotions compiled at one point as Kiara's voice seemed to pull her back from the brief Force Vision.
"No... No Master Ayres, I don't think that would be a good idea. In fact..."
She turned facing her directly, grayish hues with silver strikes locking onto the others own eyes. The Grandmaster's expression shifting into one of concern at what would follow but she let the Padawan say her piece.
"I think we should immediately initiate a quarantine of anyone that was with on the Super-Construct... And everyone here now..."
Aayla took a step closer to Kiara, lessening the amount of noise coming from her person as she explained.
"The Bryn'Adul kept us for two days... No food, No Water... They let me go? You? Anyone? I think they infected us with something... I've seen a... A strange vision within the Force, and my captor; Sylok... He had a syringe, I saw him inject one of the prisoners right in front of me... We should at least check everyone for any foreign bacterial, or viral agents before we start cutting people loose..."
Aayla suddenly felt quite aware of herself, breaking on the worse loose, and offering a quick nod of her head.
"Grandmaster..."
There were several moments of silence as Kiara's expression shifted from a look of concern into one of thought. The proposition made sense and both knew it so the mood quickly turned into one of a horrible realisation. The Grandmaster knew of Aayla's close natural ties to the Force so had no reason to doubt the legitimacy of the Force vision she claimed to have, nor would she ask her to relieve it should it be distressing.
After a few more tense moments of consideration, Kiara nodded slowly in response. "They injected me with something too. I assumed it was just a substance that would keep me alive when I was refusing food and water but it could've been anything." There was another moment of thoughtful silence before she acknowledged the legitimacy of Aayla's concerns. "If you had a Force vision then it must be true."
The Bryn'adul had taken unprecedented steps in taking hostages and now there was the potential they were taking the unprecedented steps of unleashing biological warfare on the Concord. It was too early to say but they needed to implore caution lest the Concord be brought to its knees from something festering within.
The Grandmaster brought the commlink to her mouth and sent a message to the Concord ship in orbit, which held some of the Council onboard, while briskly walking towards the most recently landed ship. ::do not let any more ships make landfall and get me contact with the Prime Minister, urgently::
OOC: Written in collaboration with Aayla Shan as a Prologue for this thread.
::Grandmaster Ayres?:: A voice filtered through the handheld commlink she had been given. She brought the device up to her lips. ::I'm here:: She replied.
::The first Concord ship has landed::
::We're on our way:: She walked quickly away from the crowd and towards the docks where a second ship was about to land.
Aayla stood not far away from Kiara, arms folded briefly as she observed the other. Master Ayres was someone she obviously looked up to. Ayres, had been working incessantly over the last thirty hours straight; and Aayla had been pushing on behind her. The Padawan was always ready to devote what she could to charitable cause, be it menial or grand.
While Kiara handled the Administrative, Aayla had long taken initiative of the actual unloading of the ships which carried the remaining Bryn'Adul 'hostages'. Kiara could easily sense that Aayla was tense. Oddly however, not unbalanced in the Force. A keen seen of apprehension, bounded from her at periods of their time together.
Aayla glanced at the commlink, and turned in step with the other.
"Are you going to let them look at your arm, Grandmaster Ayres?"
She asked, arms at her sides, walking beside Kiara and peering curiously. Aayla couldn't tell whether Kiara didn't let her try fixing it because she admitted she wasn't particularly skilled at it, or perhaps she was focused so much on this going smoothly.
"Certainly. Once everyone else has someone tending to them." She replied, still evidently feeling responsible for her inability to protect the people of Nal Hutta in their time of need. It was unavoidable when looked at rationally but at the very least she seemed to be employing the notion that the captain was last to leave the ship in that she would be the last to receive help while others were still suffering.
Kiara walked briskly to the docks where the first ship that landed was piling up supplies onto a speeder that had been provided and several others were landing in preparation to do the same.
A Jedi Master approached with confidence so it was to be assumed that he was in charge of the vessel. He offered a respectful bow of the head to the Grandmaster and accompanying Padawan which was returned. "How is the situation looking?" He asked as others continued unloading behind him.
"Better than it was. We're just short of medical personnel and equipment now. The Bryn'adul were truly awful to these people." She replied, a hint of regret lacing her tone.
"We'll have it sorted." He told her in an attempt at reassuring her before beckoning to a Padawan over his shoulder and resuming their duty.
Kiara turned to the Padawan accompanying herself. "Aayla, I'll have a shuttle take you back to Kashyyyk where you can rest."
Her response was curt, and to the point. Aayla relented. In the end she believed Kiara was simply that dedicated to them. It wasn't for nothing that she maintained her station. As the Jedi Master bowed, Aayla returned the notion, moving to a standing rest, and listening to the brief discourse. Her eyes flickered off to a man that was coughing up in a corner. Likely unrelated to the death that coursed through their veins at the moment, but she was entranced by it.
Zoning out of the original conversation on the word 'personnel', she stared at him. And was grabbed suddenly on her shoulder, by a sickly individual. She was stoic, and battle-trained; and as such, she didn't jump, but would look to her right with a feeling of mounting dread. She saw there a person infected with... Something. They were practically drooling blood, behind him a vision of death and decay everywhere.
It made her blood run cold, and many of the thoughts and emotions compiled at one point as Kiara's voice seemed to pull her back from the brief Force Vision.
"No... No Master Ayres, I don't think that would be a good idea. In fact..."
She turned facing her directly, grayish hues with silver strikes locking onto the others own eyes. The Grandmaster's expression shifting into one of concern at what would follow but she let the Padawan say her piece.
"I think we should immediately initiate a quarantine of anyone that was with on the Super-Construct... And everyone here now..."
Aayla took a step closer to Kiara, lessening the amount of noise coming from her person as she explained.
"The Bryn'Adul kept us for two days... No food, No Water... They let me go? You? Anyone? I think they infected us with something... I've seen a... A strange vision within the Force, and my captor; Sylok... He had a syringe, I saw him inject one of the prisoners right in front of me... We should at least check everyone for any foreign bacterial, or viral agents before we start cutting people loose..."
Aayla suddenly felt quite aware of herself, breaking on the worse loose, and offering a quick nod of her head.
"Grandmaster..."
There were several moments of silence as Kiara's expression shifted from a look of concern into one of thought. The proposition made sense and both knew it so the mood quickly turned into one of a horrible realisation. The Grandmaster knew of Aayla's close natural ties to the Force so had no reason to doubt the legitimacy of the Force vision she claimed to have, nor would she ask her to relieve it should it be distressing.
After a few more tense moments of consideration, Kiara nodded slowly in response. "They injected me with something too. I assumed it was just a substance that would keep me alive when I was refusing food and water but it could've been anything." There was another moment of thoughtful silence before she acknowledged the legitimacy of Aayla's concerns. "If you had a Force vision then it must be true."
The Bryn'adul had taken unprecedented steps in taking hostages and now there was the potential they were taking the unprecedented steps of unleashing biological warfare on the Concord. It was too early to say but they needed to implore caution lest the Concord be brought to its knees from something festering within.
The Grandmaster brought the commlink to her mouth and sent a message to the Concord ship in orbit, which held some of the Council onboard, while briskly walking towards the most recently landed ship. ::do not let any more ships make landfall and get me contact with the Prime Minister, urgently::
OOC: Written in collaboration with Aayla Shan as a Prologue for this thread.
