Alor of Clan Solus
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[member="Helly Reyne"] and Cynthia witnessed the star destroyer crashing into the City of Eshan. Both knowing something had to be done, they both relied on their trust to bring the forces and aids under their commands to go help the civilians in the city. The two boarded the Troop transports that Sanya Val Lerium had sent along with a walker and the woman's best troops. The ships would take them into the city to rendezvous with more Mandalorian walkers given by Mig gred. As for Helly she bough along medical droids as well as some combat droids under her command.
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Cynthia turned to face Helly with a look of assurance. "Of course it can." Her hand fell onto her shoulder gazing into the hazel eyes. "I wish you had never ran." She said with sorrow returning again as Cynthia stepped closer and into a firm embrace. "I wondered if it was my fault, I opened my heart to you and when you went all I could think was did I put to much pressure on you." The ship shook violently although the mag locks kept Cynthia in place and Helly too as she was held on. Once it had stopped her arms would drop from around the woman. "Put my buy'ce on. Last thing I need is a stray shot hitting you in the head okay." The mandalorian would slide the Buy'ce onto Helly's head. "Evening Miss Reyne. I am Ca. Cynthia's AI. I have a multitude of systems I can activate for you as well as help you stay out of danger."
"We have located a the landing zone the others have secured." The pilot spoke over the coms. "Copy that, take us down asap."
The ship came down quickly and landed without incident. The guard was the first to disembark all of them igniting white light sabers, then Cynthia stepped off. "Pilot, please be ready to make pick up's by air. The City if falling apart and some people will need more dire medical attention. The other ships can ferry people to any medical camp." Swinging the sniper to her front she'd load a round into the chamber ready to battle off any droids who attacked. There was live's to protect. Helly's life was the top of that list.
[member="Helly Reyne"] and Cynthia witnessed the star destroyer crashing into the City of Eshan. Both knowing something had to be done, they both relied on their trust to bring the forces and aids under their commands to go help the civilians in the city. The two boarded the Troop transports that Sanya Val Lerium had sent along with a walker and the woman's best troops. The ships would take them into the city to rendezvous with more Mandalorian walkers given by Mig gred. As for Helly she bough along medical droids as well as some combat droids under her command.
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Cynthia Kept her eyes out waiting in anxious anticipation for the arrival of transports. Not only that but the Alor of clan Gred had even relieved some of his to aid in the objective. The woman had already spent long enough playing a passive part. The echani needed hope, a beacon of light. She felt like that had to be herself and Helly this time. They needed to be shown no matter what there are people who care about lives over a pointless war that was waged by the CIS. "Don't worry none of my people will attack you. These are for one medical tents and two right now you are seen as my ally and not the CIS's. These people are placing faith in me to help as many as we can and I intend to do just that."
The transports was now in view just as Helly gave orders. The woman's fists tensed up once more knowing she'd be going into an active battlefield. Cynthia looked at Helly just as she spoke once more that at least got some kind of smile out of her. "Yeah well I never stopped trusting you." The woman said with a tone of voice that seemed blank of emotion behind it. The ship with a dark hull lowered down landing by the camp. "Come lets go, there are people that need us, wouldn't you agree?" The ramp had not lowered down however the side door was wide open. Cynthia climbed up and extended her hand for someone she was still confused what to call her now.
The pilots waited for a signal to go and the ship that they was in had several people in armor. Non of them actually Mandalorian. In fact they was Sanya's guard's. Elite troops trained in many many ways. Their armor was black and glossy, not even one man stood amongst them either. These people was the best of what Ancora had to offer in strength, fitness and intellect. Cynthia felt honoured that The woman would issued these people to her aid. "Thank you all for coming." Cynthia said addressing the guards who stood silently grasped hard onto the railing. "Pilot, take us up."
"So whats the plan. I say we find a big enough clearing for us to land and set up, have the transports ferry the civilians out the city while we search on foot with the walkers transporting civilians over rough terrain and back to the LZ. We need to make sure to mark it as a mandalorian and CIS neutral zone. I don't plan of leaving anyone if i can help it."
Helly last post:
As they flew over the city in its wrecked state, she felt the pain of guilt hit her. Was the Confederacy doing the right thing by coming here? She didn't know whose ship had come crashing down, nor why it did at all. Cynthia could have been right, after all. Nothing she said seemed to make any sense to her, but when she said that the CIS was bringing war to a planet that was still recovering... Well, maybe. Did the risk of something like this happening outweigh the humanitarian crisis that needed to be resolved?
Deep down, she would always know the answer to all of her questions related to war; it was never okay. Maybe necessary, but never acceptable. She wouldn't blame the Echani people for hating both factions by the time this was over. Her former lover stood beside her as they looked out, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted what was best. Maybe her means of achieving her goals had gotten muddied, but so had Helly's. Never would she imagine that she would join an organisation like the Confederacy, but she had convinced herself that it was the best route to take for ridding the galaxy of tragedies and horrendous acts like this...
Maybe she was just as dumb with the galactic conflict as she was with love. Maybe she was better off just being a rockstar. There were other ways of supporting a cause, after all. Some people just weren't cut out for this kind of work.
She took a deep breath. Doubts could be left for later. On that day, she needed to do whatever she could to clean up after the mess that a few men caused. Behind her, the few droids and Jawas that came with her were interspersed with Mandalorians, just about the last thing she would have expected to come out of that day.
Helly nodded when Cynthia told her the plan. "That works with me." She turned her head to the side, the concern in her eyes immediately apparent as they stared into Cynthia's. Her mistakes would always catch up with her no matter how far she ran, and leaving her without a word was definitely a mistake, and one that weighed on her heart. Even with a heart that was cybernetically engineered to be stronger, everything had its breaking point. She could only run from love for so long before it found her again.
As they landed, she took a moment before walking out onto land, her eyes still focused on Cynthia's even with her hair whipping around her face from the gusts caused by the transport. "This can still be made right," she said under her breath.
Cynthia Kept her eyes out waiting in anxious anticipation for the arrival of transports. Not only that but the Alor of clan Gred had even relieved some of his to aid in the objective. The woman had already spent long enough playing a passive part. The echani needed hope, a beacon of light. She felt like that had to be herself and Helly this time. They needed to be shown no matter what there are people who care about lives over a pointless war that was waged by the CIS. "Don't worry none of my people will attack you. These are for one medical tents and two right now you are seen as my ally and not the CIS's. These people are placing faith in me to help as many as we can and I intend to do just that."
The pilots waited for a signal to go and the ship that they was in had several people in armor. Non of them actually Mandalorian. In fact they was Sanya's guard's. Elite troops trained in many many ways. Their armor was black and glossy, not even one man stood amongst them either. These people was the best of what Ancora had to offer in strength, fitness and intellect. Cynthia felt honoured that The woman would issued these people to her aid. "Thank you all for coming." Cynthia said addressing the guards who stood silently grasped hard onto the railing. "Pilot, take us up."
"So whats the plan. I say we find a big enough clearing for us to land and set up, have the transports ferry the civilians out the city while we search on foot with the walkers transporting civilians over rough terrain and back to the LZ. We need to make sure to mark it as a mandalorian and CIS neutral zone. I don't plan of leaving anyone if i can help it."
Helly last post:
As they flew over the city in its wrecked state, she felt the pain of guilt hit her. Was the Confederacy doing the right thing by coming here? She didn't know whose ship had come crashing down, nor why it did at all. Cynthia could have been right, after all. Nothing she said seemed to make any sense to her, but when she said that the CIS was bringing war to a planet that was still recovering... Well, maybe. Did the risk of something like this happening outweigh the humanitarian crisis that needed to be resolved?
Deep down, she would always know the answer to all of her questions related to war; it was never okay. Maybe necessary, but never acceptable. She wouldn't blame the Echani people for hating both factions by the time this was over. Her former lover stood beside her as they looked out, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted what was best. Maybe her means of achieving her goals had gotten muddied, but so had Helly's. Never would she imagine that she would join an organisation like the Confederacy, but she had convinced herself that it was the best route to take for ridding the galaxy of tragedies and horrendous acts like this...
Maybe she was just as dumb with the galactic conflict as she was with love. Maybe she was better off just being a rockstar. There were other ways of supporting a cause, after all. Some people just weren't cut out for this kind of work.
She took a deep breath. Doubts could be left for later. On that day, she needed to do whatever she could to clean up after the mess that a few men caused. Behind her, the few droids and Jawas that came with her were interspersed with Mandalorians, just about the last thing she would have expected to come out of that day.
Helly nodded when Cynthia told her the plan. "That works with me." She turned her head to the side, the concern in her eyes immediately apparent as they stared into Cynthia's. Her mistakes would always catch up with her no matter how far she ran, and leaving her without a word was definitely a mistake, and one that weighed on her heart. Even with a heart that was cybernetically engineered to be stronger, everything had its breaking point. She could only run from love for so long before it found her again.
As they landed, she took a moment before walking out onto land, her eyes still focused on Cynthia's even with her hair whipping around her face from the gusts caused by the transport. "This can still be made right," she said under her breath.
Cynthia turned to face Helly with a look of assurance. "Of course it can." Her hand fell onto her shoulder gazing into the hazel eyes. "I wish you had never ran." She said with sorrow returning again as Cynthia stepped closer and into a firm embrace. "I wondered if it was my fault, I opened my heart to you and when you went all I could think was did I put to much pressure on you." The ship shook violently although the mag locks kept Cynthia in place and Helly too as she was held on. Once it had stopped her arms would drop from around the woman. "Put my buy'ce on. Last thing I need is a stray shot hitting you in the head okay." The mandalorian would slide the Buy'ce onto Helly's head. "Evening Miss Reyne. I am Ca. Cynthia's AI. I have a multitude of systems I can activate for you as well as help you stay out of danger."
"We have located a the landing zone the others have secured." The pilot spoke over the coms. "Copy that, take us down asap."
The ship came down quickly and landed without incident. The guard was the first to disembark all of them igniting white light sabers, then Cynthia stepped off. "Pilot, please be ready to make pick up's by air. The City if falling apart and some people will need more dire medical attention. The other ships can ferry people to any medical camp." Swinging the sniper to her front she'd load a round into the chamber ready to battle off any droids who attacked. There was live's to protect. Helly's life was the top of that list.
