amani serys

Medic duties continued to be a steady source of distraction, and given the NJO’s relative shortcomings when it came to Jedi Healers, Amani had been particularly feeling the workload that came with the lack of Iris’ presence most lately. So when word got to her that the young padawan had...

Cinnagar Royal District, Outskirts However Amani had envisioned the battle on Teta ending, it hadn’t been like this. Once their duel with Ishani Sibwarra had come to its melancholic end, she and Alicio had made a quick exit from the front lines at the Count’s behest. They had done their part...

Commercial District Promenade, Galactic City Coruscant was becoming an increasingly regular haunt for Amani. With a return to the Jedi came a return to the Core, dividing her attention further than it had been in years. She wasn't very well going to abandon all her former pursuits, but now they...

SOCIETAL Name: Amani Serys-Organa Title: Chief Healer Countess of Alderaan Homeworld: Tython Residence: Coruscant Affiliation: Galactic Alliance House Organa New Jedi Order Jedi High Council Force Sensitive: Yes Force Rank: Knight Force Alignment: Light APPEARANCE Species...

SANCTUARY CITY, ALDERAAN MID-MORNING Alicio was becoming a pro at collecting people from the spaceport. First Valery and Iris, then Inanna, now Amani... If a worker had seen him all three times he was here, they may have thought their Count picking up so many women for a day on the town to be...

Temporary refugee camp, Tython Evening found Inanna, utterly exhausted, finally heading back to the makeshift morgue. It was hours before she could tear herself away from working around the camp, and even then she felt vaguely guilty to be leaving. There was still more work to be done. But she...

Investigating missing goods felt like a decidedly old-fashioned notion to Amani; From a time when her duties were more aligned to that of a galactic peacekeeper. When she was a Jedi. Then again, maybe that’s just because it had been so long since that was the case. But as it turns out, Jedi was...

TEMPORARY REFUGEE CAMP, TYTHON EVENING AFTER THE ATTACK fa-play fa-pause Collateral- Gustavo Santaolalla There was a sorrow in the camp that couldn't be denied. Despair was seen on the faces of the refugees, who bore bundled clothes, downturned eyes, and slumped shoulders. When the Maw...

Stains of crimson washed away down the sink basin, as Amani tossed in the latest batch of used medical instruments. Force healing was a bit less messy, but some injuries required a more mundane touch. Especially as treatments and check-ups from Tython continued to roll in; If she used those...

Medical Center Tython had been something of a wake-up call. But even in the wake of such a climactic event, days continued to pass, the galaxy continued to spin onward. And though the battle remained deeply ingrained in Amani's memory, her more zealous, reactionary impulses had died down in...

“Again.” Amani was growing impatient with physical therapy. Tython had pushed her, very literally, to her absolute limit. Not even she was stubborn enough to deny that truth. But this was simply how things were now. She needed to push forward. Shatter those limits. Become something better...

Even in the aftermath of Tython, its consequences were far from over. A shuttle of evacuees had been pursued in their escape, leading to a crash, and survivors in need of rescue. Amani was already a highly empathetic person, but the cataclysmic assault on her homeworld had granted a deeper...

In spite of her efforts, the time came when Amani capitulated to overwhelming fatigue. Mind, body, and spirit had all been tested to their limits on the crucible of Tython. There was only so much to expend before consciousness gave way to a long, recuperative slumber. But eventually Amani shot...

Tahv, Kesh The glass city of Tahv was no stranger to tragedy. It had risen, only to fall, then rise again from its own ashes; A cycle that had spun on since the days of the Old Republic. Brynadul incursions were just part of a longstanding dynasty of misfortune to strike the Keshiri people...

Somewhere in the underworld of Coruscant... Claws skidded across the pavement. Four feet bounded across a puddle of dirty rainwater, splashing the sooty brick walls on either side of the alley. The air, thick with smog from a nearby factory, cast a cloudy film over the beast's vision. Through...