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[Brooke Waters]

The City of Tidehome was her new place. It wasn’t far from the island that housed the Temple. She was happy to have moved off the ice ball of Eira Pechal, this was her element, the tropical worlds. This one… it had so much magic to it. The Force as the Jedi and her sometimes mentor would tell her. But she was a Witch, part of the Blue Coral Divers Clan. And that was a group she had helped find a new place for. This world, Kattada, had a lot to offer. The world seemed to take in many aquatic and aquatic adjacent. Her clan were humans and near humans, they were happy to be by the water.

Brooke, Token to some of her friends, was doing a lot of work. Technically she was employed by Bright Star, but she had a secondary role of an ‘outside the tradition’ teacher and instructor for the Praxeum, and even the rest of the Silver Order. She had been practicing more of her Clan’s magic around the Jedi, to show them what the Witches were capable of, a different way of twisting the Force, bending it to their will, with more construction into the Spell, and the ability to change what they were doing. Currently, she was practicing one of her songs of healing. Watering plants in her rough coquina house, she was working to help the ones that were not taking so well to this planet.

She had a set of light blue ‘robes’ really more witchy and coastal in nature, a bit akin to what Jedi Twi’leks would wear. There was a small hospital on the planet, much of it was needing to be explored, and Tidehome was doing their best to assist. Grabbing her trident, a symbol of her station, as a Spellweaver, and smiled, leaving the small abode for the hospital.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Working to help heal those that needed it definitely gave Brooke an almost zen approach to healing herself. She had been dark at a time, and she didn’t care for the feel it put on her soul. Assisting those that wanted to be on the light side, that was what she was happy to do. Marek had put her into a bad sorts. She had done a lot of bad, or assisted with a lot of bad. Finding Coren, Marek’s ‘evil’ cousin, helped her repair herself. And now she was looked to as a leader within Tidehome. She wasn’t an Elder, not by a long shot, there were Elders here, but Brooke worked with Starchaser and the Praxeum. She was seen as an impromptu delegate or liaison for the small town.

Still, on top of that, she was one of the leading healers here. As she entered the small hospital of Tidehome, a structure that was a mixture of salt water cracked and smoothed wood and bricks of coquina, a mixture of sedimentary rocks and shell hash. It was open air, and more a triage location. There were spells and enchantments in place to keep the winds out, some of the healers, from her Clan and the Jedi were taking turns on assisting the locals.

The blonde had entered a bit ago, after making the small walk down the shore from her own dwelling to the hospital. She’d spent time greeting and checking on several people, singing her song of healing to those she could help, showing the Jedi how to work the Force, and how she used her Magick, as the Witches had taken to calling it, known the Shadow Magic of the Nightsisters but a form of Light Magick, for lack of a better term.

Healing came from her, and was shaped by her song, sometimes words, sometimes just incantations and tones to help shape what she was doing in the Force. It was different than what she learned of Force healing from the Jedi, However, she could manage that, even if the Song of Healing felt more controlled.

 

[Brooke Waters]

What she enjoyed the most was the ability to help and ease someone. Every so often there were people that had grave wounds, and while the Force and Magick could help stabilize them, it was going to need bacta. That was why she had helped found Tidehome not too far from the Jedi Temple and their island here on Kattada. Locals had access to solar powered speeders, or wind sailors for movement across the water, but as far as larger ships, Kattada did its best to keep as relaxed as possible. The world teemed with life, and trials, but the Concord allowed them to remain fairly removed. Commenor wasn’t too far off, and while the world was far from protected, apparently Sullustan Home Guard had gifted the world with at least two Liberators for protection, the every day life was unimpeded by the intensity of most worlds.

But when the time came, and they called, there were a few military vessels that landed at the port over at the Temple. From freighters, shuttles, and the Jedi training starfighter wing to the more search and rescue craft, versions of LA/ATS designed for a variety of uses. Search and Rescue, fire suppression, and medical, with a few, she knew, but most didn’t, prepped for armed patrol.

Today it wasn’t a terrible one that required bacta. Just an aging Natoulan who had run afoul of one of the serpents on the reef, they’d be fine, but after being stabilized, the Witches and Jedi surmised that bacta may be the best solution for this fix, much to Brooke’s dismay.

She’d been working with some of the researchers from the Explorers’ Corps and Chase Industries to see what she could do about linking in echinoderm potential to healing. Regrowth of limbs, or boosting one’s own intrinsic healing capability. It was slow going research, and during her shift at the hospital, she spent some time working on her paperwork, sifting through datapads, and running her ideas into a flimsiplast journal, that she’d set up into her own form of a holocron every few days. Mostly when she was assisting at the Temple.

 

[Brooke Waters]

She had some evenings though, like this one, where she was not needed at the Temple, and that made it the perfect time for seeing how Tidehome was doing. She made her way down the streets after checking to make sure she wasn’t needed, Tidehome, and really much of Kattada was trying to adopt a new way of living. People didn’t necessarily have jobs, the outworlders, they were different, but they were explorers, no one really was pressganged into being an explorer. Still, on the world, many had jobs, but it was to use their abilities and interests to help others. Much of the world was largely automated, droids and dipolar computers who ran trains scheduled, not run by any one artificial intelligence, but definitely droid brains. Moving people around islands and to larger transit stations.

Brooke had walked back to her dwelling and grabbed her swoop, one of the newer ones, running off of a solar ionization reactor, small, compared to those in an X-Wing, but it was a nice newer engine. Set out by Chase. She had changed for riding, away from the robes-dress she wore to her healing time, to more serpent leather breeches as she hurried into town. Tidehome wasn’t all that big but it wasn’t dreadfully small. The hum of the rotating engines was a welcome sound, as she skimmed over the small inlets on her path towards the town.

Like the rest of the newer developments on Kattada, the planet had a very art-forward feel, the structures used the sun, the wind, and saved the water that rained down. Bright colors, people generally enjoying life, and the music that played in the streets and the market area, were definitely some of the best parts of Tidehome. Parking her swoop not far off from the market, the Spellweaver grabbed her bag and trident, to make time to walk the shops.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Making her way through the market, there were a few thing she needed to find. But what she really loved about the center of town? The pure transience of it, but as well as the drive to be in the now. Kattada had a unique focus on alternative lives, alternative energies, and finding that life-work balance where it didn’t feel like work. You earned more working credits and that translated into being able to have what you needed. No one worried about money. It really was a nice place here. You got what you needed.

Brooke was spending her time, thinking about meal prep as she perused the stalls. Lush vegetables and fruit, cured meats, and even some that were kept on ice to keep frozen. She had an idea of what she was looking for but she wanted to check the dry goods first. Tidehome had become known on the world for its funky art works. From music to paintings and drawings. Artists from Kattada as well as travelers looking for more inspiration all came to the world, and the various settlements to push their wares. Walking through the stands, she smiled, looking at the various uses of driftwood, or bone and scale material that washed up, from the sea glass to the harvested corals. The colors of the world itself amplified through the creative minds of these painters.

It all brought a smile to the Witch’s face.

After smiling and throwing some coins into the buckets of the artists, she made her way back towards the market for her produce and meal supplies.

 

[Brooke Waters]

After she’d gotten home with her load from the stores she placed everything away and found there were a few hours of daylight still. This was what she was hoping for. She would be able to be reached should an emergency happen, but she had a few hours to herself. And that meant she was going to do some diving. She had a few of her witch Clan nearby and waved as she stepped out towards the water. Part Brubreen, the water was as much home to her as the land was. The girl had covered her figure with a lightweight wetsuit, just enough to keep any stinging invertebrates off as she took her hunting trident and dove into the water.

It was clear, and her eyes would also adapt to the water and seeing under the waves. The salt water had a fresh feel to her, and the water was just brisk enough to be refreshing but not enough to be anything beyond that. She smiled to herself as she gave a kick, then two, heading down towards the reef itself. Colorful fish were all abound, most not good for eating. The reef was more protected here, growing, and protected. There were reefs farther out there were designed for farming. Blue Corals had a number of medical uses and it was too good to not use them.

A few more kicks and she was floating, flying through the water. Free.

It was why she liked this.