Aftermath

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Csaplar, Csilla

The pure white snow that blanketed the streets of Csilla’s [SIZE=14.6667px]capitol[/SIZE] had been tainted by the warm crimson blood of the Sith, and Chiss alike, melting it. Although the rebellion was over, and the Iron Empire had won, the capitol [SIZE=14.6667px]remained in a state of disarray, and its inhabitants [/SIZE]thoroughly shaken by the senseless murder perpetrated by the Sith in an attempt to utilise scorched earth tactics against the planet and its population. Like a child throwing a tantrum, they felt that if they could no longer have the planet under its control, neither could anyone else. What a despicable group the Sith were.

What a pity, the blonde teenager thought as she gazed sadly at what once seemed like a [SIZE=14.6667px]magnificent[/SIZE] city that had been left a shell of its former self. The streets of the city were littered with the dead, and many buildings around the city had suffered extensive damage at the hands of the Sith.

"[SIZE=14.6667px]Motherkarkers[/SIZE]," she cursed under her breath, careful not to be heard by the survivors, and shatter the mask that was her public persona.

"You're hurt," Aster stated the obvious as she approached an injured Chiss. "Let me help you," she [SIZE=14.6667px]said, and removed a bottle of antiseptic, cotton balls, and a pair of tweezers from her first aid kit clumsily. Although she had been injured by the recoil of firing a rifle with her right arm in a sling, she had wanted to do what she could to help the civilians. It was her duty - or at least that was what she had told herself when in truth she felt she had been more a hindrance than an [/SIZE]asset to the objective and wanted to make up for it.

Carefully, the girl dabbed at the wound on the Chiss' forehead with a cotton ball between her tweezers, damp with the antiseptic, and a focused expression on her face. It was not easy making use of her non-dominant hand for such a delicate and precise task, but she had to try.

"Lady [SIZE=14.6667px]Baelor[/SIZE]," a member of the Wolfsglaive called as he approached the teenager. "The Commander has ordered me to stay with you. The Sith may be gone, but danger may still lurk within the city."

"Fine," Aster replied simply much to the man's amazement and continued with her task. She was in no mood to argue.

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[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]​

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Snow cascaded from the sky as the precipitation of the cold world covered the ground below. A lone trial of footprints could be seen running from the YT-1930 which had landed on the cold surface of Csillia. Judah was a good click's walk from the capitol city and continued through the cold weather bundled in a winter parka and fur lined boots. The hood of the warm coat covered his dark locks and goggle covered his blue eyes. His hands were gloved to keep the bitter wing from nipping at his fingers while his cheeks were kept warm by the scarf which provided a barrier to the elements.

With each step toward the capitol the snow beneath his feet crunched a slow but determined cadence. There was work to be done rebuilding a world once occupied by the Sith. Judah was determined to show his friend Teynara there was more than one way to combat evil. Helping those who had been tarnished by the wrath of the Sith was one way of righting a litany of wrongs and injustices the people of each world under their thumb had suffered. Judah knew it was not physical combat, but it was emotional. The people needed healing from the injuries they suffered and the damage their psyches had endured.

As Judah entered the city it seemed the best each could muster was the wounded healing the wounded. His eyes looked on as each building told the story of what had happened to the world, his hope was the underground cities had gone untouched. The scene was quickly replaced by a blonde girl treating the wounded. Her arm was in a sling and it seemed she had difficulty herself. There was an armed escort with her, and so Judah approached with caution. The last thing he wanted was to be seen as a hostile. Her escort didn't seem to interested in helping the wounded as in keeping her safe.

"A shame," Judah thought to himself.

"Is there anything I can do to help," he said as he lifted his hands to show that he was carrying no weapon save for the lightsaber at his belt. Anyone who was a study of hilt design would be aware the device did not belong to a Sith. However, he was prepared to explain if he had to. "I'm with the Silver Jedi and came to lend aid to the wounded, and offer my skills to the rebuilding efforts here." His hand remained lifted until he had clearance to approach from the escort. Whoever this blonde was, she was someone important.

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[Aster Rose Baelor]

Unknowledgeable in the ways of Force users, Aster felt uneasy at the sight of what appeared to be the hilt of a lightsaber at the man’s belt. Tensely, she watched in silence as Adair, the member of the Wolfsglaive who had been tasked with her safety gave the man a once over.

With a quick glance, Adair could discern from the design of the man’s lightsaber that he was no Sith and gestured at him to lower his hands. “Try anything funny and I will not hesitate to shoot you down where you stand,” he warned the man and moved closer to the teenager.

“You can help by carrying this woman to the medical tent, I’ll lead the way,” Aster replied as she stood up clumsily, her heavy cold weather attire causing her to stagger and almost fall into the cold, wet snow.

“I’m Aster Ba-Moreau. Aster Moreau,” she introduced herself with her birth name - a name that she held no affection for. Although she knew her half-truth would be revealed sooner or later, she still preferred to be cautious while in the presence of strangers, especially in such turbulent times.

“What should I call you, Mr Silver Jedi?”

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[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Judah nodded as the man gave him a firm warning. "No funny stuff, I promise..." Almost as soon as he'd been given clearance instructions came. Judah nodded again as he took in the situation. He couldn't tell if it was safe to pick her up or not. Judah was t a medical expert, but he could scan her with the force. In fact, it may even be safest to move the body with the force. Granted if the tent was too far the idea would be too much for Judah to actually pull off.

Rather than ask, Judah made the assumption it was safe. The woman giving the instructions must have thought so otherwise she wouldn't have asked. She was about to fall, and the padawan reached out to help steady her if needed. Judah took a knee, scooped the injured up into his arms, and lifted her carefully. As he did so an introduction was made. Aster... it was a pretty name. Judah smiled indicating he had heard her.

"Judah Lesan... you can call me JJ. Judah is my dad's name too." Judah indicated with his that he was ready to go. "Lead the way. How many wounded are there?"

Judah followed along as they made their way to the medical tent. The world was cold, and Nudah hoped the medical tent was heated. He'd heard rumors of underground cities which were warm. Then again rumors were just that. The Jedi had never been on this world before. He loved the adventure which came from being new places. Perhaps he might find more his center on a world which was foreign to him. Judah had lost much, and only now was he putting things back together.

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[Aster Rose Baelor]

Aster stretched her hand out as if to accept the man's assistance in stabilising herself but pulled her hand out at the last second, and thanked him instead. The blonde was not one to easily warm up to strangers, even more so as she was still shaken by the events that had transpired on Csilla. She was safe now, she told herself. The Iron Empire forces were in control of the planet, not the One Sith vagrants.

"I don't know how many wounded there are but, I think most of them have already been moved to one of the medical tents set up around the Capitol," Aster replied simply to the man's question. "What planet are you from JJ?" the teenager enquired in attempt to start a conversation as she led the way to the nearest medical tent with her guard following closely.

On the surface, Aster seemed to be fine, albeit a bit cold but, the blond had much to process. Everything in her life seemed to have happened so quickly that she had felt disorientated and a bit lost but, that was not something the girl had wished to reveal to others. In the presence of others, Aster had to maintain the persona of a good girl and not the trouble child she was at heart, especially since she had adopted her famed uncle's surname.

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