Another World Alight

[Lief]

"Force damn them all back to Chaos!"

Adiara slammed both hands against the console before slumping forward and setting his head against them. His fingers pawed at his hair, tugging and twisting in frustration until he could practically feel the circulation cutting as they turned numb.

What a mess this was.

Before him, through the transparisteel viewing port, Korriban lay. It seemed as though the Silvers had overstretched themselves, and this world had suffered as a result. Did Adiara know where the affected City... Cities?... had popped up from? No, no he did not. In his mind Korriban was a world of tombs. Almost as lifeless as they came, especially when out of Sith control. And yet somehow there were mass deaths and casualties.

Somehow.

The hows of it did not matter though. The fact of the matter was that the attack had come from their side, not the Siths. Which left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I thought you were supposed to be different from the Republic!" he spat, to nobody in particular, as he finally leaned back in his chair and grimaced down at the orange world.

He saw no difference now. Warcrimes, when would the Galaxy be rid of such a foul thing?

The ship jolted slightly as its course continued down toward the planet below. He knew it would be monitored, but so soon after the Sith intervention he doubted they'd have enough resources in place to stop him. Besides, his ship was unmarked. And right now he didn't view himself as one of them. How could he?

And the medic in him practically cried as the broken City - seriously though, what City? - came into view. He could feel the loss of lives even now. How could he ignore such a calling?

Coward you may be, Adiara Drelas, but if there's one thing which you cannot ignore it's agony and sufferance.

 

[Niysha]

For Jedi, it was amazing how little effort they'd put into restoring life to the lifeless. For years, Korriban had been held by Jedi, then back to Sith, then back to Jedi...and now what did it have to show for it? One of its only real settlements bombed to ruins. They certainly did have a fantastic way of showing their affection for their new vassals. More and more, the righteousness of the Order's cause began to feel less like propaganda and more like truth.

The official stance of the Sith Order was that the tragedy at Korriban was equal parts regrettable, due to the potential resources lost, and quite fortunate, since it had cemented their position of sympathy in the eyes of the people of the Caldera. Of course, Niysha was not an official stance. She was a person, and as her shuttle landed on the newly-scorched surface of an already mostly-dead world, she held her head to her hands. The only thing she could See here was pain. Constant, searing agony. Terror, rage, and panic. It took her several minutes to calm her mind enough to even See the ground beneath her feet, let alone anyone who might still be alive.

The young Miraluka stumbled out of her shuttle and onto the sands, scorched though they were, of what had until recently been one of the world's only permanent settlements. Her simple, featureless black robe robe kicked up sand. Other species might have been jealous of the fact that she didn't have to worry about getting dirt in her eyes here, but honestly, there were still plenty of other places for it to invade. She carried with her almost nothing, because that was what she had.

As she walked away from her shuttle, there was a hiss behind her. Her pilot, naturally, had decided to close up to prevent damage to the ship he was in charge of. Darth Ignus was a pretty merciful Sith, all things considered, but no one in a position of power would sensibly tolerate wasteful mistakes. This did, of course, mean that Niysha's only way off-world was now locked behind a comlink channel. She didn't care. She'd be quite busy enough here for a while yet.

First, to look for anyone who actually needed her help. The modest population here seemed to be more "wiped out" than "injured."