Faction Building for a better future - (GA + Lightside allies/individuals)

[Alexandra Feanor]

Avidich - Unknown Regions World

Relief Distribution and Coordination Center

Objectives -​

1. Individuals without Medical or Agricultural experience are focused on distributing food, helping set up shelters for those that need it, and simply doing whatever they can to make things easier on the people.,​
2. Individuals with Healing or Medical Experience, help with any individuals with small or large medical problems/injuries. All kinds of things from broken limbs, heat exhaustion, and whatnot.,​
3. Individuals with Agriculture and Plant Surge Experience, provide support in revitalizing the ruined and destroyed crops and fields. Offering options to help diversify the foodstuffs there as well as aiding in growing it for those with the ability to help speed up the recovery of the world.​

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Avidich, a world that most would have never noticed, never given much thought for most. It was a simple world, one that the Chiss Ascendancy once relied on for food to be grown and sold or rather distributed to the worlds that had a much harder time growing food. It was necessary for the well being of the Unknown Regions, atleast the portion of space that had once been the Ascendancy's worlds.

But the world was not in a good state, instead it had suffered and unknown outbreak from a crashed vessel that had landed on the planet a few months prior. What was at first a small outbreak had started to spread and the planet quickly found itself under threat of disease and famine as the crops so necessary to the world had died out as well. Individuals had been sent, those who volunteered or had been commanded to aid arriving and being organized so that the relief can be completed swift. A cure had been developed a few days prior, and with the relative safety now more secure, the Senate had been offered the chance to show they would not abandon the worlds on the far edges of the Alliance.

It was this spin that Alexandra had wished for the Senate to take advantage of, organizing it and helping get those she worked beside into places where they could help. Some of them perhaps even had prior medical knowledge, or came from food producing worlds themselves and had served on a farm in their own life time. It was a way for her to get a more human side of the Senate seen by the general populace all while the War Effort was not the sole focus of the media storm for once.

Additionally, she had ensured that the Jedi were given access to the world too. While there were individuals more suited for battle, even those like Jand Talo could be helpful in moving equipment or protecting people. Even the most basic medical training could be used to help patch someone up or keep them calm, and she knew this would be both an opportunity for the Jedi to show they still would be there and that the war would not be the only place people could expect to find Jedi. After all, the Jedi of the New Jedi Order were more than just warriors, even if they were needed for that role too.

For Alexandra herself though, she had found a place where she could do the most work. A Vessel that had been crafted by Matsu Ike and with the help of Alexandra now carried the Tree and Nexus that had been tended to so carefully for nearly a century now. The anchor of the Nexus able to be brought with Alexandra, and even more it could be implanted onto the surface of a planet thanks to the the nature of the Living Vessel. Alexandra did still laugh at the name of the vessel, 'The Giving Tree' she had been told was the name that Matsu had given and that the vessel itself seemed to enjoy, a name Alexandra had to accept at this point. Even as it settled in and rooted itself into the ground though, the outershell left in orbit above, Alexandra could feel it bring with it a rush of life.

The Lightside rushed forth, spreading out into the distribution center itself, but also spread through the ground and into the roots of the world. The plants being seeded onto the dead fields given that small boost and those who healed and tended to the sick and injured finding their use of the Force only amplified and the relief easier to give to the many thousands that needed treated.

Alexandra herself had set up a small place, a tent right infront of the impressive tree that almost seemed to glow with a silver color, the cracks in the bark of the tree shining through and looking as if rivers of energy coursed through the tree itself. There she could both help direct efforts, but any Jedi and those who were connected to the force would find her in a very different state. As opposed to her recently normal state, the half of her soul being missing when she had been away from Alderaan, she was whole. The Force flowing from the tree and pushing into her, spreading through her as she for once spoke without issue and could actually aid individuals. Her left arm still remained immobile, but she lacked any sign of pain while she worked to coordinate the with some doctors who had come to update her on the status of the cure's distribution.

It was in this tent, where Alexandra could for once show what energy she had before Coruscant, that any who sought her could find her.

 

[Arlow Vex]

Objective 1&2:

While the work Arlow was doing wasn’t glamorous, it was completely necessary. Knowing her inherent need to help the common sentient, Arlow’s Master @Kyric had given her permission to participate in Alexandra Feanor ’s Goodwill Mission to Avidich. An assignment a little outside her comfort zone, as Arlow had always seen herself leaping into action to save those in immediate danger. However, what she was doing now, she could see, was just as important.

Arriving on the aggrieved world had been a humbling experience for the young Jedi, and one she would not soon forget. The gaunt, hollow faces of the populace had reminded her something she should not have forgotten, no matter how pressing the idea of impending combat and skirmishes against Sith sat looming on the horizon. Death wasn’t always quick and violent. Sometimes, it was a slow, ravenous rot. This agrarian world, not too dissimilar to Arlow’s own, had faced devastation at the hands of the latter. There was no glorious battle for the fates of the populace here, no daring last-minute rescue. No, what had saved them thus far was perseverance and medical brilliance. What would save them next would be MORE perseverance, and hard, backbreaking work.

Arlow would be a part of that work. While not the flashiest of abilities, Arlow was quite proficient in Force Telekinisis, to the point where she was drafted into using her abilities to move some of the larger, more delicate equipment. Her long hours of practicing on trainings dummies paid off now, though not in the way she had expected. Instead of stabilizing spinal columns, immobilizing crush inuries, preventing Compartment Syndrome, or moving beings impaled (as she had been) by pieces of rubble, Arlow was moving crate upon crate of vital healing supplies to medical tents without harming the fragile contents inside. She was delivering aid to these people, in the most literal sense of the word.

When not lifting and carrying literal tons of doctoring supplies, Arlow could be found putting her triage skills to good use. When each new wave of those seeking aid arrived on the site, the girl would be among the first to assess them, scanning quickly and efficiently for the heart of their issues so that they could be directed to the more specialized aid worker that could truly care for what ailed them. When such waves were dispersed, the need for more supplies to serve them would spike, and Arlow would once again be sent to fetch crate upon crate of medicine, tools, seeds, fertilizer, portable shelters, water filters, or whatever other material good was needed desperately by the populace.

It was a vicious cycle, one that worked Arlow to the bone sunup to sundown with hardly a break to feed or water herself, but the young woman would not pause. She would work until she dropped. These people deserved no less. So, drawing on a reserve of stamina she didn’t quite know she had, bolstering her limbs with the energy she needed to go just one more cycle, Arlow learned well a lesson held dear in the heart of many Jedi: while battle brought glory, true aid and healing of a world in shadow could only begin by humbly serving amongst the people in the aftermath. Her true purpose, after all, was to aid the people of the Galaxy wherever and however she could, to the best of her abilities. Though Arlow well knew she would be learning sharper, more violent lessons on the battlefield soon, she nevertheless relished the opportunity she had been given to better herself, and the Galaxy as a whole, in a small moment of hope..

 

[Jand Talo]

The Chiss worlds were largely unknown to Jand. He remembered the destruction of Csilla, though most probably did, but his knowledge regarding the other worlds in the sector were minimal. The terrestrial planet seemed pleasant; it had grassland, soil, mountains and an atmosphere that could sustain the farmland it required. Unfortunately, due to an introduced pathogen, that state of existence had changed. Now it was up to the Galactic Alliance, along with some Jedi, to assist how they could.

Jand carried a sealed crate of vials, apparently to use on the sickly, and made sure to take care doing so. Behind him several smaller boxes were levitated with the Force. His wasn't a strong connection to the mysterious energy but he was capable of carrying more than an arms full. Before arrival, Jand had been immunized against the mysterious contagion, and was glad he had been - the sick and ill were in terrible shape, it was fortunate assistance had arrived when it did.

"Where would you like these placed?" Jand asked one of the medical staff.

"Over there, please," replied the Mon Calamari, as she pointed. "Next to the vortex mixer station."

"As you wish."

The Jedi moved in that direction and soon had all the supplies placed safely. Nearby, Jand noticed a Padawan - Arlow Vex, student to Kyric - if memory served, and he nodded to her. He had noted the effort and willpower displayed, seeing the energy spent in service of the weak and those to be treated. It was encouraging to see the younger Jedi putting in so much work, going to lengths few would or could; and it spoke well of her future in the New Jedi Order.

"Padawan Vex," Jand called as he walked over. He pulled a water container from a supply table and offered it. "You are doing us proud, your service to these sentients. Do not forget to take a moment, though. Here, drink."

Jand stood and offered a faint smile, as he considered. He continued:

"Have you been to many worlds? Do you have any you would want to visit?"

It was time to learn a little about a Padawan.

Alexandra Feanor | Arlow Vex​

 

[Arlow Vex]

The sudden use of her formal title caused Arlow to jolt, and almost misstep along the Aid Camp’s uneven footpath that had been worn down by a few short days of heavy use.

“I just need to-“ she began, excuse rolling off the tip of her tongue before her conscious mind caught up. There actually wasn’t anything pressing she had been formally requested to do. Blinking to clear the last vestiges of her flow state, Arlow looked up to see with whom she was speaking. The answer… surprised her. Standing a scant few feet away, an air of mild chastisement and pride softening his usually perfect stance, was Jand Talo .

From what she knew of the Nagai, he was not usually one for words. Yet, in recent days, she had seen him called to deliver several addresses to gathered Jedi. Stretched thin as their Order was, it seemed to Arlow that she was not the only one being asked to perform tasks outside her usual comfort zone in service to the greater good.

With a murmur of gratitude, the young woman took the offered drink and took several long pulls. It seemed she was thirstier than she’d anticipated. A wave of sudden fatigue pushing down on her shoulders, Arlow turned and tried to find the least dirty patch of, well, dirt, and flopped down. Almost instantly, her weary form rearranged itself into a pose oft used for meditation, before releasing some of the tension as her spine dropped in exhaustion. Taking another sip of water, she turned her attention back to the Knight who had seen what she had not, in her blind desire to help all she could. (After all, if a medical professional had to be helping her, there would be fewer available to aid those who TRULY needed it.)

“I, ah, thank you for the compliment, Knight Talo. And for the wisdom.”

Arlow sighed heavily, breath hitching on her exhale as she was forced to feel her true level of exhaustion for the first time in many hours.

Still, despite her weariness, she was curious about the man before her. She’d heard he was a being of few words, and excelled in making his stances and opinions on things clear through the medium of his absolute mastery of the blade. So, why was he seeking out conversation now? In the end, though, despite the burning mystery of it all, Jand Talo was someone Arlow respected, and it wouldn’t do to keep him waiting for an answer.

“To answer your question, no, I haven’t been to many worlds. Before I tracked down my Master, I hadn’t traveled outside of my homeworld, or the Temple where I trained.”

She paused a minute, considering the second half of the question for a moment. It was honestly something she’d never considered. As a child, she had been more focused on things like school and what accessories she would pair with her outfit the next day than contemplating the places she could go on vacation. After the Groundquake, she had been so singularly focused, either on depression or her dream, that such impractical ideas had never even crossed her mind. It was quite a revelation about the scope of the blinders of raw ambition she had been wearing.

“I haven’t thought on wanting to travel to specific places. I do wish to visit many worlds, but my goal is to serve as a Rescuer and Aid Worker, so that is simple necessity for such a profession. I suppose if I got the chance to play Tourist, I’d want to visit Tython, for the history, or see Chandrila’s rolling plains and notoriously beautiful landscapes.”

She took one more swig, finishing off the bottle. Licking her lips, she placed the empty container in her lap, and turned once more to the Knight addressing her.

“What about you? What is the most memorable sight on the worlds you’ve seen? Or is there a planet you still have a burning desire to visit?”

 

[Tiber Septimus]

"You need to take the medicine prescribed to you by the nurse, and change out this gauze at the end of the day. Tightly apply it, like I did. Repeat what I said to you", Tiberius "Tiber" Septimus said in heavily accented Cheunh to the man convalescing. The famine had spread across Avidich swiftly; with a famine came hoarding, and rationing. The man he was treated had been shot by his neighbor of twenty years after haggling for a bag of grain when south.

It was a lot of those stories, unfortunately.

"Take the medicine prescribed to me, change out 'ma gauze. Happy, Niaheli?", the man grunted. Tiber nodded sharply, then gestured over to the nurse, departing from the tent; he had had to give more than enough first aid in his military days to know how to be helpful; that, and a clandestine use of the Force- Tiber did not want to deal with the histrionics of his colleagues if they found out 'ol Tiber was of a dynasty of Jedi Lords dating back to the Gulag Plague era- to speed up the healing process.

"Senator! Senator! How do you fee-"

"No", Tiber said tersely, staring the reporter down, and injecting a respectable amount of killing intent in the air as he projected his aura. Sweating suddenly running down the back of his neck, the muck raker receded.

Tiber would often tolerate the media's presence, but the Chiss were ancestral allies to the Niaheli, and Avidich a mere stone's throw from Niahelios. He was a Senator and a Prince today, and today was not the day to humor them.

His head jerked, feeling the unmistakeable, soothing feeling of the Light was over him. "Now I wonder what that could...be", Tiber finished lamely, feeling foolish for not spotting the truly massive tree, glowing with a silver light. Making himself small, he took off at a trot, surprised to find Alexandra Feanor underneath the tree.

"You need to get that arm looked at before it falls off", Tiber said as a greeting and in concern for his colleague.

Arlow Vex | Jand Talo | Alexandra Feanor

 

[Mykel Dawson]

While there may have been a lull in the war against the Sith, a Jedi's job was never done. His focused shifted back to humanitarian pursuits for the moment, now working alongside the Agricorps to bring relief to the famine stricken world of Avidich.

As his shuttle descended planetside, he could feel that the relief efforts were already well underway. the great floral nexus that was the Giving Tree rooted and now spreading it nourishing influence throughout the globe. Its Light radiated strongly through the Force, basking him in a pleasant aura that warmed him like a spring sun.

There was no doubt that freshly transplanted nexus would do much good for the world, but he had come with an additional layer of support with a new platform of his own design, partially funded by appropriations from the Senate. If his experiment proved successful, then the Consular hoped to spread the technology throughout the rest of the Alliance to ensure food security as it reconfigured for a war footing.

But first, it was good manners to check in.

Arlow Vex Jand Talo Alexandra Feanor Tiber Septimus

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra had just finished working with a few of the doctors that had come to inform her about the current status on the cure's distribution and a few other concerns such as injuries suffered from the desperation that people had fallen into. It made sense that there was some fighting and the stronger tried to take from the weaker in the desperation, that was simply the nature of things. She disliked it though, it reminded her of when she was still with the Sith, even if today she could smile and speak without so much as a hint of pain on her face at the moment.

With that over though, she could walk out of the tent she had been in and over to the tree itself. Her hand running over the surface of it, touching it so lightly that her hand barely registered the rough bark. She could only smile at the feeling of being so close to the other half of her being that she had given over to the Nexus, that had bound her to it.

Those thoughts leading her to move and sit down, settling in right where she always did under its branches. The place beside her empty now but she knew things had to move forward, that she could not dwell on that and had to keep pushing. As she sat her hand reached out, touching the root beside her and those who could see through the force would see clearly what came next. Threads of light fell from the branches, lowering and draping over Alexandra's shoulders. Soon enough the threads pushed in, slipping under Alexandra's skin and intertwining with her very nervous system.

It was all done through the force, an act that those without the ability to see through the force would not be able to see. Those who could feel the force only able to feel that Alexandra and the tree were becoming more and more indistinguishable from eachother while she sat there. As she did this though, she reached through the tree in turn, her stirring and commanding the force to aid in the growth of the world around them once more. The Garden that had been transplated onto the planet with the living ship under their feet feeling intensely alive in its own right as Tiber Septimus walked over the surface of it.

It was Tiber's footsteps that ended up alerting Alexandra, even as her works spread out from where she sat, feeling the presences of Mykel Dawson , Jand Talo and Arlow Vex . While she could not feel the presence of Tiber Septimus like the other three, she did not need to while within this place where she had far more dominion.

"I would not worry about the arm, my dear daughter has been helping to consume the corruption." Alexandra did not elaborate, after all it would be difficult to explain to Tiber the nature of Adara Raxis , and she highly doubted that it was a conversation that helped anyone.

"I am glad to see another Senator here to help. I hope that you have found some way to do so? For me, I am resting." She preferred to call what she was doing resting, and by all rights Tiber would see her looking much better right now. The Threads continuing to push and wrap around her nerves and bones, acting as like a second skin itself as it did.

"Any chance we will see Cressida Tolliver or Lander Stalwart offering their aid to these people? I have not heard from them yet today?" Her voice continued, no need to whisper this time and instead speaking with the same life that her body showed for once.

 

[Jand Talo]

Jand listened as Arlow took a moment and had a drink. He nodded at her acknowledgement of advice, with the implication being to take time for yourself, too; Helping wasn't a sprint, it was marathon.

"I had a similarly enclosed childhood, within my Nagai community. Isolation was safety."

It was not an uncommon story. It was surprising how many sentients had never traveled or visited beyond their homes, despite how large and interesting the galaxy was. As it was, Jand could see Arlow was considering things before she answered, which showed an aptitude for forethought. That was, also, good.

"Tython, I see," Jand said with a nod. He had heard that planet mentioned a lot lately. "I have heard the Meridional Ice Cap is impressive. I have not seen it personally, though. I am not familiar with Chandrila."

Her question had Jand pause for a moment, as he thought.

"I have always remembered a world called Janara III. It had become corrupted, its once-lush surface turned into a wasteland, filled with dark side beasts and choking on its own vile environment... we had worked to cleanse that place. As far as I am aware, we succeeded. I often wonder how it looks now."

Jand grunted.

"I recall the population had become mindless shadows of themselves. Husks. It had been a trying encounter on a harsh world. It had served to open my eyes to the possibilities of the Force, good and bad." Jand softened his expression, which had become hardened from the memory. "I hope you encounter a similar revelation about the Force, but in a more elated situation... do not let the darkness define your outlook, like so many have in the past."

The Nagai raised his eyebrows:

"To answer your other question, yes. I wish to see the world of my people. Our next world, where we can finally settle and live as a community. Sadly, I do not think that likely, either through circumstance or my death. Our path, a Jedi path, is not peaceful... we fight to ensure peace. That is our burden in this galaxy. What are your thoughts on that?"

Arlow Vex​

 

[Arlow Vex]

Arlow nodded, appreciating the man’s candor.

“Yes, the spirit of Tython’s nature has always had a particular… vivacity all its own I hear.” she demurred, “Though, my interest in the world would be more archeological I think. I wanna see where the Jedi as we know them were born, and learn the lessons of those that came even before.”

Arlow’s smile turned nostalgic, her gaze almost vacant as she focused her attention on the past. “As for Chandrila, I’d love to explore its mild environment and gentle landscape. But, ah, I’d of course have to visit the capital. Hanna City was host to a particular… inspiration of mine, one that turned the path of my life to the one I now walk. It would only be right to make a pilgrimage there and… meditate on all that happened there, and how it led to me becoming the Jedi I am.”


Arlow sobered, her attention shifting back towards the man standing before her. Though stoic, it seemed Jand Talo had a depth of selfless ambition that rivaled her own.

“I… know what it’s like to lose your home through devastation. Though mine was much more localized, I feel great compassion towards your people. I think that if there are many other Nagai who follow your path, turn their blades toward serving the greater good, your dream may be closer at hand than you think.”

She swallowed, centering herself for a moment and feeling the good even this small amount of rest was doing her. Still, she had to ground her heart and mind as she moved to on to address the next point of conversation. What he had described about Janara III was horrific beyond her wildest imaginings. Of course, Jedi-in-training were always, always warned of the dangers of the Dark Side. But it always seemed like a distant, conceptual thing. A chastisement and a looming temptation to be rejected. Something that happened to other, complacent people. Such evils had thus far, been only lines in a textbook or Holo-newsfeed to Arlow. Never a first-hand reality.

She was not naive enough to think that, with the path she’d chosen, she would never meet Darkness. Indeed, she hoped to rush it head on and intercept its pursuit of the innocent. Yet, even the brief tale Knight Talo had told was enough to make a seed of sickness toil in her belly. Still, his words contained hope. He had, in fact, turned back the darkness, freed the land from its devastation. That, in and of itself, was an act of great bravery and valor.

“I… while the horrors you describe unsettle me deeply, I must admit I feel pride in being associated with those who were able to reverse such a thing and cleanse a place steeped in even that level of darkness. I hope you someday get to see the fruits of your labors.

Though sobering, your story is also… inspiring. That is exactly the kind of Jedi I want to be. The one who acts as a shield between those who suffer and what ails them. A being who uses their power to shepherd those in great need to safety, and hold back the tide even as I pull the stragglers from the jaws of disaster. I want to be a rescuer, a bulwark, and a hand that reaches down to grasp those who have lost hope and lift them out of whatever has taken them.”

Arlow paused, eyes searching for a reaction in the older man. Did he think her an idealist who would be chewed up and spit out? Did he see merit in her cause? She honestly could not discern. She wanted to believe she had his support, but, a deep-seated trickle of self-doubt undermined her confidence. What could he possibly see as valid in a nobody like her? Still, insignificant or not, she was not quite done with her speech, so, despite her anxieties on his opinion, she continued.

“I… I know I’ll face great dangers and evil this way, don’t get me wrong. But… but that’s what I feel called to do. My Jedi Way is to help those who cannot help themselves. I have the power and privilege to be able to make a difference. If I reject that because of Fear of what may come, in a way, that’s letting the Darkness win without it having to raise a single blade. That is something I could never accept. So, while I’m not without worry for what may come, I know I’m exactly where I need to be: in between a cause of suffering, and the people it wishes to inflict its Darkness upon.”

 

[Tiber Septimus]

"I would not worry about the arm, my dear daughter has been helping to consume the corruption." Alexandra did not elaborate, after all it would be difficult to explain to Tiber the nature of Adara Raxis , and she highly doubted that it was a conversation that helped anyone.

"I see", Tiber said, conceding the point; Alexandra seemed to have it handled- or at the very least, well on the way. The Dark Side often left it's mark on individuals one way or another, and his fellow Senator seemed to be handling it. By all accounts, she seemed be in bette spirits then the last time Tiber saw her in the Assemby.

"I am glad to see another Senator here to help. I hope that you have found some way to do so? For me, I am resting." She preferred to call what she was doing resting, and by all rights Tiber would see her looking much better right now. The Threads continuing to push and wrap around her nerves and bones, acting as like a second skin itself as it did.

"I just came from the medical tent, but I've been coordinating Niahelio's response to the crisis here on Avidich. The Chiss have been our greatest allies on the Frontier for centuries", Tiber explained, deliberately refusing to use the term 'Unknown Regions'.

"Any chance we will see Cressida Tolliver or Lander Stalwart offering their aid to these people? I have not heard from them yet today?" Her voice continued, no need to whisper this time and instead speaking with the same life that her body showed for once.

"Hopefully; these people need all the hands that can be offered", Tiber responded.

He hesitated, before asking the question on his mind.

"How have you been, doing aid here? Have you had to deal with your fellow Jedi?"

Tiber still wasn't quite sure why, by and large, the Order- acknowledging the losses they took, just like the Alliance- simply scattered and abandoned the Alliance, and he wasn't quite sure about Alexandra's standing with the Jedi, having- to his knowledge- not renounced the Jedi and still remained a Senator.

Alexandra Feanor