After The End Of The World [Thurion Heavenshield]

[Lief]

Mirial​

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He had been at it all day; tending to the refugees, acquiring supplies from the surrounding - abandoned - towns, providing medical support. Adiara was exhausted. He was far more used to seeing to a run and having the comfort and luxury of all his ship had to offer. But here it was like he was in the medi-corps again. He was even needing to communicate with Jedi, something he thought he would never do again.

Now that he had two minutes free, he decided to try and contact the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi again... Or whatever this organization called themselves. He did not trust Jedi, but Kail had asked for them specifically. Who was he to deny her?

Thus he sent out a request to holo-com with [member='Thurion Heavenshield']. He honestly doubted that the line would connect, but he had to at least try. With any hope the Jedi from earlier might have passed on the message already. Still, if he could speak to their leader directly he may have a better chance at persuading them into the cause. The Mirialans were likely not to recover for some time if not for the aid of a Galactic Power; who knew, maybe these guys were better than the Republic.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

When the holo-call was patched through to the Grandmaster's office, Thurion had been tending to the usual Antarian Ranger reports; border patrols coming across the occasional illegal smuggler, keeping pirate gangs away from Coalition-protected space, etc. Still, what lingered on his mind was the derelict ship he and his padawan [member="Valae Kitra"] chose to investigate. The crew had all been either slaughtered or executed, with ship logs missing and then left as a floating wreckage. What was even stranger was the fact that the ship had not been a Silver Sanctum vessel, and all the damages made it impossible to discern where it originated from.

In any event, as the likeness of a man he'd never met flickered to life before him, Thurion sat upright in his chair and swept a hand through his golden hair in an effort to look more presentable. "Well met, friend! This is Thurion Heavenshield, Grandmaster of the Silver Sanctum Coalition. What can I do for you," he greeted the man with a smile.

[member="Adiara Drelas"]​

 

[Lief]

He hadn't expected such a swift response this time around; his last comm-feed to the Sanctum had been a general distress call, any Jedi could have picked it up, but contacting the Grand Master directly? He had expected more resistance. So it was that when the man picked up the feed and immediately addressed him Adiara took a moment or two to respond himself.

"Ah, Grandmaster" he said, before coughing and remembering himself, "Apologies, this is Adiara Drelas - Captain of the Startreader."

Since they were going formal titles, he figured he best follow suit. It had been a while since he'd referenced the name of his vessel, it sort of made him cringe. He had been a young man when naming it, these days it felt a little cliché. Startreader... Who was he, a 5 year old?

Tangent aside, Adi realised that he was being asked about his reason for contacting them. So the Jedi he had spoken to earlier hadn't bothered to pass along the message. Typical.

"I'm contacting you from Mirial, whose people are in dire need of assistance. A young woman - Kail Myn - is heading the relief, and requested that you and your Order were contacted. I believe she may have once had connections to your Silver Jedi. At any rate, the situation here is critical, the Lady and Myself are the only unharmed, unaffected individuals for miles around. We can only do so much to help."

He paused for a moment, incase the Jedi wished to interject, before his expression turned rather serious and somber.

"There are so few Mirialans left, Master Jedi; without assistance, I fear that they could be wiped from existence - at least where their population here on Mirial is concerned. Especially if the monsters of the Primeval decide to strike again."

Adiara could not get over the fact that he was asking the Jedi of all people to help him. Well, them. But it had been Kail's sole suggestion, and the girl needed all the help she could get. So he had to swallow his pride. For all he knew, the Jedi might have changed in the 34 years he'd been away from their Service. And another decade on top of that since he'd been apart of their Order.

And the Sanctum was not the Republic.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

"Mirial," Thurion pondered aloud while pulling up a map of the system. "Primeval territory. I can only imagine what horrors they've inflicted upon the Mirialan people," he spoke with palpable disgust for the evils of their enemy. The loss of Ziost remained his greatest failure as Grandmaster, and the memory of it still managed to put him in a sour mood. Never had he witnessed such monstrosities in service of the unfathomable darkness. His battle with Kaine Zambrano had been an attempt at gazing into the man behind the beast, but he'd found naught but chaos and demonic rage. The man, Kaine, is long dead.

"We've received multiple reports informing us that the Primeval is folding under its own weight, however. They're pulling their forces back from several systems, so granting those who have had to suffer their presence healing shouldn't be a problem. Are you in need of medical supplies, provisions, shelters for the homeless?"

[member="Adiara Drelas"]​

 

[Lief]

Adiara was genuinely surprised.

The man spoke with conviction, and for a moment he found himself forgetting that he was a Jedi at all and saw nothing but a man who had seen many horrors like himself. And that was a greater reason to aid than simply because your doctrine told you to. Perhaps these Jedi were different after all.

As he mentioned the horrors the Mirialans must have endured Adi glanced around the camp he was part of - women, children, men, all reduced to nothingness. The Capital had been demolished and made untraversable due to the high level of radiation, and the people had been split in to meager make-shift camps. There were so few left, considering how many had been on world before the attack.

"Animals such as they oft' crumble when the momentum ceases" he said, of the Primeval, "though I will not celebrate the loss until they are gone all together. We must remain vigil, Master Jedi, if they have done this to those within their own borders then I hate to think of what other monstrosities they have committed."

With a slow exhale through his nose, Adi shook his head.

"We could do with supplies, yes, but also actual trained medics, builders... The Capital is radiated, so ensure that anyone who might come to the aid of these people avoid it at all cost. I can give coordinates to known camps, but they're few and far between and spread across the world."

Running a hand up through his hair, the man added, "Thank you for hearing our plight, Master Jedi."

The Republic he would never trust, but the Coalition... If they followed through on their Grandmaster's concern perhaps they would be viewed more fondly by the Smuggler.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]