Faction Constructive Criticism : | Refuge [Event] (Farworlds Alliance)

[Loomi]

Refuge
Tags: Sevrin , Open

Epo-1, Lushi​

"Do you think me so delicate, or have you found some fondness for fussing over me?"

"Just offering," Loomi shrugged. "It can be a pain to get dirt out from below your nails."

It was about then that their help arrived. A posse of younglings, all being chaperoned by an older padawan in the Bursantian Roten . About seven trailed behind him, and one, of the short statured Bimm species, clung to his leg. Roten let out a sigh as he entered the makeshift greenhouse.

"Brought them, ma'am," he stated as he gave Loomi a dip of his head.

Roten turned his gaze to Sevrin and squinted his large red eyes for a moment. Who was he supposed to be? It didn't really matter, probably just some volunteer who lost track of his shirt along the way.

The gaggle of children, very excited to be off of Veridia and in a new location, scattered about the greenhouse to look at everything.

"Find yourselves some gloves, please," Loomi instructed them with a firm, gentle tone. "We need to fill our starter pots with the soil we prepared. That way the things we plant grow better."

Roten let out an exhale of relief as the Bimm child let go of his leg and scampered off to join the others. It might even give him the chance to slip away. He didn't exactly like the thought of getting dirt in his fur. In the meantime, one of the younglings was eager to plop herself down cross-legged beside Sevrin and make conversation. A light blue Togruta with yellow horns, and a braid composed of various beads. She wore a wide smile on her face.

"Hi, tall guy!" the child chirped. "Did you know that you're tall? Were you always tall or were you short before? Oh, I'm Medi. Do you have a name? I bet it's a tall name."

The string of questions, of course, were rapid fire. No time between was offered for answers to be given.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Refuge
Tags: Tempo , Vohm-Raet

Delta-7, Lothal Jedi Temple​

"She saw a spark in a simple sailor and took me in, guiding me into the Jedi arts. I was older than most when I began, and the transition from the quiet of the sea to the noise of the galaxy was... heavy to navigate."

"I didn't grow up a Jedi either," Jalen stated. "Well, not fully, I mean. I don't think I became a padawan til I was fifteen or so. Not an adult, but older than most. I... couldn't have ever fathomed being anything like what I am now until my older brother found me."

He had just been a farm boy in a small village on Lothal, taken care of by the small community there. It was far smaller than the grand matter that the Jedi Order often became. He missed those times... but that life had died. A good while ago now, really. Regardless, it was something he had made peace with. It let him live with conviction in the moment.

But it is the community you speak of, these people building shelters in the dust that gives the light a reason to exist

"'It matters which side we choose... I turn toward it because it is the light.'" the Knight expressed. "I think I read that in the archives once. Not sure who the man that said it was... but I like that sentiment. It's in our nature to build, not destroy. That doesn't even have to be a Jedi thing. We're all social creatures after all. We evolved to be that way for a reason."

It wasn't long before they arrived at the front door of the temple. The primary chamber was filled with rows of folding tables that were being used to stage and sort the supplies. Jalen set his crate down to add it to the pile before speaking again.

"I think becoming a pilot put a lot into perspective for me," he added. "Nothing to feel out in the vastness of space but the background noise of the universe. Makes pockets of life that much more special."

Those were the places that Jedi were called to be.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal Aren D'Shade ​

Braze shook his head. "Not really, no… but it's more sleep than I've had in a very long time," he mused aloud, taking a sip of his tea.

A smarmy, wry sort of smile graced his features. "I heard you may have stolen something from them… get anything good~?" he asked curiously, mischief glinting within that somber green gaze.

He had seemingly been completely ignored by Sergeant Omen 's lady friend, Aren D'Shade . She had offered no acknowledgment of him or his presence, nor any indication that she had even seen him waving hello in her direction.

So, when she approached the place where he stood beside Novac Lyrikal , Braze felt a thread of unease draw taut through him. He shifted half a step backward, tea still cradled between his hands as he drew in an uncertain breath holding it briefly before slowly letting it go along with the mounting anxiety.

As a force sensitive empath, he could feel the emotions radiating from her with increasing clarity as the distance between them diminished. Her presence carried a very different cadence from the broad, calm current of those gathered throughout the settlement. Set against that communal flow, her emotional aura stood apart sharply enough to leave his already frayed nerves unsettled.

Braze was exhausted. He hoped she had come to help rather than cause trouble, yet the manner in which she approached did little to reassure him. There was something clipped and strangely impersonal about it, akin to a protocol droid whose etiquette module had been installed incorrectly… or perhaps omitted altogether. She had passed over the customary greeting, ignored his earlier gesture, and moved directly into assessing Novac Lyrikal 's machines as though social courtesies were merely inefficient steps in a longer diagnostic process.

Braze took another sip of his tea and watched her over the rim of the cup, sincerely hoping she was simply having an off day. Her emotional aura seemed to send mixed messages, and he remained uncertain what to make of her.

Perhaps she had overlooked him because her concern for the droids had claimed the whole of her attention, drawn toward what she genuinely cared about. Perhaps he was simply too short beside Novac Lyrikal to be noticed at all.

Braze was, after all, a rather diminutive young man, slight of form and easily lost beside someone of Novac's great stature. The cautious distance he maintained made his discomfort readily apparent as she seeming approached the two of them in such an abrupt manner. Rather than take the omission personally, he lowered his cup and offered her a small, courteous smile to both Novac and Aren.

"I'm Braze, by the way," he supplied gently. "It's nice to meet you."

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto's attention remained fixed on the worksite and the soldiers under his command. Construction projects lacked the chaos of a battlefield, but they still required oversight. Supplies had to reach the correct locations, crews needed direction, and machinery had a habit of breaking down at the worst possible moments. Ensuring everything ran smoothly was his primary focus. Because of that, he never realized he had startled the Twi'lek.

Even if he had noticed her presence, he would not have actually seen her. Not in the conventional sense, at least. His eyes offered little. They had for a very long time. Instead, he navigated the world through the Force and the strange perception that accompanied it, sensing the movement of life and energy around him rather than relying on sight alone. It was second nature by now, so ingrained that he rarely thought about it.

Standing amidst the noise of construction equipment and shouted instructions, Laphisto folded his arms across his chest and watched the work continue through senses invisible to those around him. Soldiers moved between supply pallets. Walkers lumbered across the landscape. Refugees carried possessions toward newly established housing plots. The entire settlement pulsed with activity.

Everyone seemed to have something to do. Everyone except him. and that would not do. Laphisto had never been particularly good at standing around while others worked. Titles and ranks meant very little when there was labor to be done. He was the High Commander of the Lilaste Order, but that did not exempt him from carrying his share of the load.

Turning away from the command post, he made his way toward one of the partially assembled prefab structures. Engineers and laborers were struggling to maneuver a large wall section into position while guide cables strained beneath its weight. The piece was manageable, but awkward enough to slow progress.

Without ceremony, Laphisto extended a hand. The Force answered immediately. The massive section rose from the ground with surprising gentleness. Dust and loose debris drifted from its surface as it lifted into the air. Nearby workers paused for a moment, watching as the housing component rotated slowly before sliding into alignment with the waiting framework.

Laphisto guided it carefully, making minute adjustments as crews below shouted measurements and secured attachment points. Once the section settled into place, he shifted his attention to another piece, then another. Roof panels, support beams, environmental housings, and structural braces all began moving through the air as though carried by an invisible crane.

Where machinery was unavailable, Laphisto filled the gap. Where workers needed an extra set of hands, he became them. The settlement continued to rise around him piece by piece, and for perhaps the first time in a long while, the ancient warrior found himself helping build something rather than tear it apart.

Alex Stern Chi'no Su

 

[Jonyna Si]

Raise Homes
TAGS: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus​

A stag rolled by, as Jonyna looked over the construction site. She'd been spending the last few days helping build foundations for the new prefab houses, so whatever weather the planet might throw at them will bounce off it like rubber.

Jonyna couldn't help it. She felt an obligation to help, but also a need to oversee it. She tried her best not to micro-manage, but she also knew better than to trust her work managers completely.

<Ground to Warspite, do you read? Waiting for you down here.>

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Raise Homes
TAGS: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus​

A stag rolled by, as Jonyna looked over the construction site. She'd been spending the last few days helping build foundations for the new prefab houses, so whatever weather the planet might throw at them will bounce off it like rubber.

Jonyna couldn't help it. She felt an obligation to help, but also a need to oversee it. She tried her best not to micro-manage, but she also knew better than to trust her work managers completely.

<Ground to Warspite, do you read? Waiting for you down here.>

The radio buzzed back to life a moment later, accompanied by the drone of engines as LAATs and other heavy transports decended in reasonable formation.

<<Warspite reads, ground. The Skipper is disembarked and should be on rout to your location as we speak.>> The Voice of the Warspite's XO would be unknown to the tigress, but the face that greeted her as one of the LAAT/Is diverted from the main landing sight and touched down only a short distance away from her was one she new.

Beltor Cyrus stepped off the gunship, an aid and a pair of marines flanking him, still clad in his uniform, and rose a hand to greet Jonyna. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, tell me, how goes the hearts and minds campaign?"

 

[Sergeant Omen]

As Omen walked away, he turned to see Aren being approached by two Jedi, one he knew as Braze, and another that he assumed to be a Jedi was a giant snake... He was... something you don't see every day, but at least it didn't seem to be going too badly. Still, he'd better give them a PSA to help them befriend Aren.

The comm unit on Aren's belt suddenly acted up as Omen's voice came through the speaker. "So, you've decided to buy an Aren unit! This will be the most wonderful purchase in your lives, but you should know your Aren unit is very temperamental and is prone to being mean and sarcastic. As such, this is your guide to get your Aren unit on your good side!"

Trying his best not to laugh as he hid behind one of the buildings, trying his best to stay serious as he pushed down the giggles. "Step One: Feed Your Aren Unit. She will only shut up when she is properly fed, so make sure to feed her good food.

Step Two: Just agree to what she says. It gives her the superiority complex she needs to survive.

Step Three: Despite not seeming to like it, Aren unit craves affection like hugs and headpats. She is silenced properly with kisses, but only do this if you are in a relationship with her. It might end with you getting electrocuted as her self-defense mode.

Step Four: Don't try showing her open affection; she will only throw it in their face. Even looking in her eyes might trigger her security mode, causing her to snap. If you are going to show her affection, push it on her all at once so she is quickly overwhelmed and will not know how to respond, leading her to short-circuit."

Putting his music player up to the comm, music that was supposed to signal the end of the PSA. "We at Omen Corp hope you enjoy your Aren unit and that you have a lovely day." Shutting the comm off, all three could probably hear his far-off laughter. Those two... Those two Jedi were in for an experience. Hopefully, Aren wouldn't turn them off of her too badly, but with Aren... Well, people were never her strong suit...

Aren D'Shade , Braze , Novac Lyrikal

 

[Tempo]

Tags: Jalen Kai'el Vohm-Raet

The mauve haired youth listened carefully as each of them spun a story of what they had been through that lead them down their path of becoming Jedi. He was particularly captivated by the sentiment shared. Tempo's brows furrowed as he listened to what Jalen had said... "Huh.... I wonder who that was... You guys have lots of archives form wise old men huh?" He mused though he was uncertain what else he could offer to the conversation. But one question dis rise to the surface...

"What does it actually mean... to beeeee a jedi ?" He asked curiously. "I mean I know you guys all have like... funny laser swords and try to live in peace,,, but there's way more to it than that right? I mean like... what doe sit even mean? And how do you know what makes a 'good jedi' ? Is there even such a thing? I hear a lot of tales out in the dunes late late at night... Never really know what's just made up and what's true..."

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

Tags: Shuklaar Kyrdol ​

Matthew approached at an easy pace, a steaming mug held carefully in each hand. He paused at a respectful distance, allowing Shuklaar and the towering siege droid ample room before calling out.

"Shuklaar," he greeted warmly. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

The scent of dark caf, caramelized sugar, and Corellian cream liqueur rose from the mugs. Matthew lifted one slightly in offering.

"I thought you might appreciate something strong. I thought we could share few words, should you have a moment to spare."

His gaze passed briefly over the work unfolding around them before settling upon Shuklaar once more.

"How are you faring?"

 

[Chi'no Su]

Refuge
Tags: Laphisto , Alex Stern , Tempo , Vohm-Raet , Sergeant Omen , Braze , Aren D'Shade , Beltor "Bell" Cyrus , Matthew of Valendale , Novac Lyrikal , Jonyna Si , Sevrin , Nyles Kote , Ko Vuto , Valor the Forsaken , Shuklaar Kyrdol

outfit
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Chi'no would find herself content to simply watch. But, as the walkers would move along their path, something unusual would happen. The ground below the front-most walker would begin to sink, the support below it unstable for some reason. A gas of some sort would shoot out of the ground in small geysers from several spots around it. And then...

Silence.

---

It would hang in the air for a moment before something ripped through the earth to grasp onto the walker in the front of the formation. Tentacles, dark ebony that would blend in with the voidless either of space. What would emerge would be a massive beast, larger than the walker itself by a wide margin. It's giant eye looked around before a screech emerged from a diagonal maw. Summa-Verminoth, an apex predator that hunted amongst the stars. For thousands of years it was trapped in stasis, the pet project of the ancient Rakata that once dwelt on the ring world of Refuge. A toy stored away to be played with later by masters that never returned.

And the beast was hungry.

It screeched again, it's maw opening wide and it's tentacles reaching out to grab anything around it that moved. Whatever it managed to find would be thrown into its gullet.

---

Chi'no, a good distance away but close enough to see it all happen first of anyone, could really only sit on the bench paralyzed.

Why did her luck have to be so bad?

 

[Sevrin]

Tags: Loomi ​

Sevrin seemed to grin when he saw that Roten had been roped into watching the younglings. He looked far better suited to other tasks than minding the little ones. That small spark of amusement did not last long, however, as Sevrin found himself addressed by a young Togruta girl.

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" he asked simply, rather than attempting to answer every question she had thrown at him. "Of course I was smaller once… No one is born big and tall."

He groused quietly as he returned to his work, wondering how younglings seemed to lack the basic understanding that living things grew.

"You weren't always that size yourself, were you?"

Sevrin moved toward the next prepared hole and tore open the bag wrapped around the root ball. He began loosening the tangled roots before lowering it into place…

Then something massive breached the earth-! The soil heaved beneath them, stone and dirt bursting upward as though the ground itself had split open. Sevrin's storm-blue eyes widened at the sight of a creature he had never encountered before surging from below.

He reacted before thought could catch up. One arm swept around the small Togruta, pulling her tightly against his chest, while his other hand caught a second, smaller youngling by the belt. Sevrin hauled them both away from the churning earth, moving quickly beyond the spray of loosened soil and shattered stone.

Once the ground settled, he glanced over the little ones in his grasp. Thankfully, neither appeared to have been harmed by the sudden upheaval.

 

[Vohm-Raet]

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM - UNKNOWN PLANET

The peace inside the temple chamber was gone in a matter of moments as a violent shockwave shook the floorboards beneath them. The folding tables rattled and several smaller supply canisters clattered to the ground, scattering across the stone.

He didn't need to look outside to know the source of this disturbance as the force now informed him that a great evil had woken up on this world and was none to please to witness a small child Tempo and a blind man Jalen Kai'el enjoying a casual conversation.

Outside a great shadow rose over the camp, ebony tentacles the size of a small moon lashed out through the dust, pinning a walker in its iron grip. A Summa-Verminoth, an apex predator that belonged in the vacuum of space was now a pressing danger to them all. Panicked screams immediately erupted from the refugees outside.

Though he was already on the move, the heavy melancholy that had weighed his shoulders down all morning vanished, burned away by the sudden, intense surge of his protective instinct. He didn't rise with his usual care for things around him instead pushing off the ground to rise as quickly as possible to his full height.

He didn't draw his lightsaber instead reaching down, and with a swift, gentle firmness, he scooped Tempo up by the back of his pack straps, lifting the small delivery agent cleanly off the ground.

"Inside the temple, Tempo. Now," Vohm-Raet commanded, moving his hand to carefully but quickly place him behind a heavy structural pillar near the back of the staging area, ensuring the solid stone was between Tempo and the front doors.

Turning back toward the entrance, Vohm-Raet looked at Jalen Kai'el . The dry humor was completely gone, replaced by the resolve of a guardian who had seen too many innocent people suffer. His massive hand finally drifted to his belt, his thick fingers wrapping around the cold cylinder of his lightsaber hilt.

"Jalen, the refugees," Vohm-Raet rumbled, his dark eyes locking onto the younger Jedi with steady, calm intensity amid the chaos. "They will stampede. Establish a perimeter around the temple doors and guide them inside. Do not let them scatter into the open." With a single, heavy step that shook the dust from the doorframe.

Vohm-Raet moved past the Knight and put himself between the camp and the thrashing beast. The wind caught his heavy armor as he stepped out into the blinding sunlight, a giant towering over the fleeing crowds, preparing to meet the storm head-on.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Braze

"Well thats good then, I'd imagine most sleep a bit more after dromund. Know I did." He wasn't totally surprised at brazes response. Novac knew that most more experienced jedi slept worse then most. He was however a little surprised he didn't give him any lecture, not that novac wanted him to.

When Braze asked if he got anything novac smiled a bit. "Nothing special unfortunately. But did get a good amount of resources and basic weapons. Really happy with the resource supply i got, use some of it for droids and repair. I brought some of it here since it was all high quality. Don't worry though it's not tainted by the dark side." he joked. "Though I'm most happy that I'll be able to give my droids some better, higher quality parts. I know they'll be extremely happy about it." Some of them would probably brag about it knowing them.

Before he could continue talking to the small man the ground shook violently as the summa-verminoth arose from the ground. Quickly grabbing his datapad and sending a message to all his droids in the area. Now was a awful time for this, civilians all over the place, most of his droids being unarmed, the walkers others brought also being striped of weaponry. The message he sent was simple "All patrol group get overhere now, everyone else get the civilians to safety. DO NOT ENGAGE"

Putting the datapad back under his cloak he attempted to communicate with the creature using animal kinship. It was a mistake to do so as before he could even attempt to telepathically speak with it or attempt to control it a single word was projected into his head "FEED." The Words hit him like a train making his head start pounding. "Ah damn it!" He said as he bent over a bit and held his head.

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

​

Friendly Units: None at the moment.
Units in Reserve:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut (in orbit)
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud (waiting with the gunship, on stand by)
• Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Netra b' Oya'karur Battalion Command Company
  • 'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam'-M and Ysalamiri Birikad have been issued force wide. They have access to the latest Strill Securities armor and weapon accessories.

The force has been augmented with the following:

• R/S-01MR 'Nuhaatyc' Reconnaissance/Support Droid
• NS/SD-02 'Gar Gayi'kartay Verd' Network Security/Slicer Droid
• SD-01R 'Gar Ram'ser' Siege Droid
• ID-01MR 'Gar Verd' Infantry Droid
• CMD-02 'Gar Sol'akaan Baar'ur' Combat Medical Droid
• RS-01M Haran'calyr Recon Speeder
• IFV-01M Trataab'morut Infantry Fighting Vehicle
• SIFV-01 Trataab'bral Super-heavy Infantry Fighting Vehicle

Tag(s): Matthew of Valendale | Chi'no Su | Vohm-Raet | Novac Lyrikal

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • Jurkad'gam
  • Equipment Mount: Ysalamiri Birikad.
  • Back Weapon Mount:
    • Left:
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
        • GVSR-SA Guided APFSDS Magazine (1)
        • GVSR-HEIAPA Guided HEIAP Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
        • GVSR-FA Guided Flechette Magazine (1)
    • Right:
      • MML-02SM Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (8)
        • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (2)
  • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      
      • Left:
        
        • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • Top:
        
        • PC-05V Plasma Caster
          • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
      • Right:
        
        • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
  • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      • Left:
        • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
      • Top:
        • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • Right:
        
        • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
          • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (4)
          • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (2)
  • Utility Belt Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Hardcase Large Satchel
    • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
    • Magnetic Clamp
  • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
    • Medium and Large Gription Panels
  • Holster and Scabbard Setup:
    
    • 1x chest-rig mounted knife scabbard
    • 2x belt-mounted knife scabbard
    • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side) holster
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-04 Skirata Ehn-ky'kal Kal (2)
  • Kot'hokaan
• 
  
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • 10-round gas cartridge-power cell combined unit (1 loaded, 2 spare)
• 
  
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
    • Ammunition:
      
      • Anti-Personnel Pellet Canister Drum (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • Anti-Personnel Flechette Canister Drum (3)
      • Anti-Armor Sabot Drum (3)
• 
  
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (6)​
  • SJG-02 Signal Jammer Grenade (2)​
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)​
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade (2)​

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Refuge — Respite

"Shuklaar," he greeted warmly. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

"Not in the least," he quickly replied. For a moment he'd wondered if something had happened but then realized quickly Matthew was just being decent. He motioned for the droid to give them some space, which it did almost immediately, putting a little distance between it and them. Shuklaar didn't need the full extent of detection kit in his new buy'ce to notice the mug of what had to be caf with what looked to be like cream in his hand.

"I thought you might appreciate something strong. I thought we could share few words, should you have a moment to spare."

"Thank you," he said after removing his buy'ce and mag clamping it to his belt. He gracefully accepted the proffered mug with a nod. "What's on your mind?" he asked, subtly proud of his slowly improving conversational Basic.

"How are you faring?"

"Well, nothing's happened so-" he started before he caught the arrival of a truly massive creature on the scene. "If you'll excuse me for a moment," he said as though excusing himself to step away to deal with a minor inconvenience, placing his mug of caf down on a nearby work table before putting his buy'ce back on. Comms were awash with company troops reporting the massive creature's presence and requesting tasking. "Aran," he said over the command frequency. "Priority one is getting these civilians to safety. Get them to the Jetii temple, or back to the transports and out of here."

"'Lek, alor," started Aran as he orders began popping up on the battlenet. "What the shab do you plan on doing?" he he half demanded, clearly wondering if Shuklaar had some di'kutla plan up his sleeve.

"I thought about telling this shabuir precisely what I think of him," he replied, and without waiting for a reply he turned to the Siege Droid that was standing a short way next to him, "Belay any orders you have, with me, we're going to give this shabuir a headache." The droid for its part didn't argue. Both Shuklaar and the droid brought up firing solutions for their weapons, the droid's appearing as angry red lines on Shuk's HUD.

The droid poured in RCDC-01 Repeating Class-D Disruptor Cannon fire from its twin mounts and two streams of energy coated AP-HE rounds from tits two HRR-02 Heavy Repeating Rippers. Shuklaar didn't hold back either, GVSR-HEIAPA Guided HEIAP rounds from his back-mounted autocannon and a total of 8 Baradium Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missiles from his back and gauntlet-vambrace unit mounted launchers. His FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher stayed attached to the magnetic strip on his backplate.

Shuklaar didn't know if he could hurt this shabla thing with what he had on his person. He might have to reply on more drastic measures if this thing was too atin'la to die.

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Aren had just opened her mouth to respond to Novac when another voice abruptly crackled through the comm clipped to her belt. Her eyes closed, not because she needed to think, but because she already knew exactly who it was. The moment Omen launched into his public service announcement, a slow breath escaped through her nose while Novac, Braze, and everyone within earshot were subjected to what was rapidly becoming one of the more embarrassing experiences of her adult life. She stood perfectly still through the first part, then the second, and by the time he reached the section about feeding the Aren Unit, she was already imagining several different ways to crush the comm device in her hand. Not throw it. Not disable it. Crush it. Slowly. The image was surprisingly satisfying, and the only reason she didn't act on it was because she still possessed a sliver of self-control, barely.

When the message finally ended, and distant laughter rippled across the worksite, Aren stared down at the silent comm for a long moment before unclipping it, bringing it to her mouth, and transmitting a calm, dangerously even, "I am going to kill you." She clipped it back onto her belt immediately afterward, mostly because murdering Omen would be inconvenient, and the realization irritated her further. Only then did she remember she was not alone. Her gaze shifted toward Braze, who had introduced himself politely enough, and with the benefit of hindsight, she realized she had done exactly what people accused her of doing: become distracted by machinery and forgotten that social interaction existed. It wasn't intentional, but that never made it better. "Aren," she said, offering the introduction again, this time properly directed. "It's nice to meet you." The words sounded slightly stiff, as though they had not been used recently and needed dusting off before deployment. Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer than necessary, exhausted, nervous, trying very hard to be polite, and the observation arrived automatically. Then something unpleasant stirred at the edge of her awareness, not from Braze but from herself: irritation, frustration, anger, all perfectly normal under the circumstances, but dangerous here, surrounded by Jedi. The old instinct surfaced before she could stop it, the instinct to hide irritation, to suppress emotion, to bury anything that might be interpreted as power. She hated when that happened, hated even more that she still recognized the feeling.

She forced her attention toward Novac as he spoke with Braze, grounding herself in easier subjects, resources, droids, salvage, and familiar terrain that steadied her far more effectively than breathing exercises ever had. But the moment the ground shifted beneath them, every thought vanished. The vibration rolled through the settlement hard enough to be felt through her boots, followed by the tortured scream of stressed metal, and then the creature emerged. For a heartbeat, she simply stared, not frozen but trying to process the scale of what she was seeing. "That's..." The sentence never finished. Around them, people were already reacting: Novac doubling over, Braze nearby, civilians, workers, and children scattered throughout the open space. The assessment happened instantly. Aren dropped her tool bag, and her voice sharpened, not with panic but with focus. "Novac. Forget the droids. How many civilians are between that thing and the shelters?" Everything else could wait.

Chi'no Su Novac Lyrikal Braze Sergeant Omen @open

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto walked alongside one of the modified AT-AE walkers as it transported construction equipment toward another section of the growing settlement. The massive machine's footsteps sent rhythmic tremors through the ground while soldiers, engineers, and laborers moved around it carrying tools and supplies. For once, there was no battlefield waiting on the horizon. No enemy fortifications to assault. No desperate evacuation to coordinate. Just work.

A low rumble vibrated within his chest as he took a moment to appreciate the landscape surrounding them. The rolling grasslands and open skies reminded him of Ossus. Not the dead world it had become, but the world he remembered from long ago. Before the destruction. Before the wars. Before everything had turned to dust. It was peaceful, and for perhaps the first time in a very long while, Laphisto found himself enjoying the quiet.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the ground shook beneath his feet. His expression immediately darkened. The tremor was wrong. His connection to the Force screamed a warning before his conscious mind fully processed what was happening. The vibration surged through the earth beneath him, stronger than the movement of the walkers and far more violent. A hiss escaped his throat as he turned toward the source, his lone ear flattening against his head.

Then the ground erupted. Dirt and stone exploded skyward as a massive creature burst from beneath the surface directly beneath one of the walkers. The attack happened so quickly that there was no opportunity to react. No warning he could shout. No command he could issue. One moment the machine was advancing alongside the convoy, and the next enormous jaws crashed into its lower frame.

Metal screamed as Armor plating twisted and tore apart beneath the force of the impact. The walker lurched violently as the creature dragged it sideways, throwing crew members from their positions while construction materials scattered across the worksite. Laphisto stumbled backward as debris rained through the air around him, his heart sinking as he felt lives abruptly vanish through the Force. The beast was already tearing into the vehicle, consuming both machine and crew before anyone could intervene.

A growl rumbled deep within his chest. His soldiers were dying. his people. His hand immediately reached over his shoulder, pulling the LO-20D rifle free in a single practiced motion. The moment the weapon settled into his shoulder, he opened fire. The crack of the rifle echoed across the construction zone as armor-piercing rounds slammed toward the creature. Around him, Lilaste Order personnel reacted with the speed born of military discipline. Rifles were raised. Firing lines formed. Within seconds, dozens of soldiers were pouring fire into the beast.

The remaining three AT-AE walkers began reversing immediately. Their crane assemblies rotated overhead while pilots attempted to create as much distance as possible between the creature and the nearby civilians. Though their primary cannons had been removed for construction duties, the walkers were far from defenseless. Side hatches burst open as turret crews climbed into position. Heavy machine guns were brought online and opened fire moments later, streams of .50 caliber rounds streaking toward the creature in a continuous storm of lead.

Dust and debris exploded from the monster's hide as hundreds of rounds hammered into it from multiple directions. Tracer fire crossed the battlefield while spent casings poured from the walker-mounted weapons. Laphisto continued firing alongside his soldiers, stepping forward instead of retreating as the Force churned around him.

"All guns, fire! Keep it away from the civilians! Take that thing down before it reaches the settlement!" The construction site had transformed into a battlefield in seconds. Workers scrambled for cover while soldiers moved to intercept the threat. The thunder of gunfire echoed across the plains as every available weapon concentrated on the creature that had shattered the settlement's brief moment of peace.

Chi'no Su Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Refuge
Tags: Vohm-Raet , Tempo , Shuklaar Kyrdol , Laphisto , Others...

Delta-7, Lothal Jedi Temple​

"Jalen, the refugees," Vohm-Raet rumbled, his dark eyes locking onto the younger Jedi with steady, calm intensity amid the chaos. "They will stampede. Establish a perimeter around the temple doors and guide them inside. Do not let them scatter into the open."

"Right."

Jalen acted quickly. He set an air of calmness out amongst the panic and let his presence be a beacon, his voice softly speaking in the minds of all nearby who were not obstructed by anti-Force tech. Those who carried voidstone would find the message much fainter.

Come to the Temple. Walk with purpose, help your neighbors. Two at a time through the front door.

From there, Jalen would position himself by the door and start helping usher people into the Outcast Jedi Temple.

---

Meanwhile, the beast from below found itself torn into by intense firepower. It howled in pain as it lost tentacles, which fell to the ground in chunks of flesh and other viscera. Missiles and autocannons from the Mandalorians of Breshig made minced meat of the fearsome beast, though it was still large in stature. The several tentacles falling was sure to land atop any who did not have the foresight to make themselves clear.

Then, to make matters worse for the creature...

The moment the weapon settled into his shoulder, he opened fire. The crack of the rifle echoed across the construction zone as armor-piercing rounds slammed toward the creature.

...one well aimed shot slammed right into its lone eye, which popped like a water balloon. The Summa-Verminoth was wounded, afraid, and now blinded. With little else to do, the creature simply began to flail wildly and roar out in agony.

---

Nearby, Chi'no Su observed the carnage in a daze. She was terrified, a tad bit paralyzed, and maybe even sympathetic? The creature, while initially causing so much distribution, seemed to not stand up to their military power at all.

Of course, she immediately came out of her daze when one of the half-exploded tentacles landed almost immediately beside her. Her immediate reaction was a high-pitched squeak. After the sobering realization that she should definately not be anywhere near the combat going on, she heard a voice in her head. Another thing she hadn't experienced ever before...

Come to the Temple. Walk with purpose, help your neighbors. Two at a time through the front door.

Chi'no wasn't at all experienced enough to question any of this. So, deciding to follow the instructions, she slowly began to back away from the scene of the carnage...

 

[Loomi]

Refuge
Tags: Sevrin

Epo-1, Lushi​

He reacted before thought could catch up. One arm swept around the small Togruta, pulling her tightly against his chest, while his other hand caught a second, smaller youngling by the belt. Sevrin hauled them both away from the churning earth, moving quickly beyond the spray of loosened soil and shattered stone.

Medi let out a squeak of surprise as she was scooped up. The other padawan he had mannaged to grab was the short-statured Bimm. Roten as well was quick to act, grabbing another human boy to pull him away from the fracturing ground.

Loomi, sensing the shift in the air, reacted the fastest. Using the Force, she pulled on threads that drew the large majority of the padawans away from the rift and towards her location. They all would find themselves caught by a soft barrier she quickly rose up to catch them, safe and sound. She let out an exhale as she felt that none were harmed, her antennae drooping.

"Golly," she murmered before addressing Roten and Sevrin. "Good work, you two."

"Wowee," the Togruta youngling exhaled. "You're real fast tall guy. I thought big people were slow."

The Bimm, a boy named Jorgen, let out a wheeze as he tried to catch his breath.

"I think the floor tried to eat us..." he reacted, still in a bit of shock.

Roten, meanwhile, drew his kunai and leapt up a good distance. They had all been so preoccuped with the ground that, when some of the tentacles were blown off of the beast by Mandalorian weaponry, they were not all ready to move when a chunk of the monster was sent hurdling towards them. The Bursantian met it mid air and cleaved through the meat. As it peeled apart, the now separated chunks flew to either side of the damaged greenhouse tent. Much like a feline, Roten would land on his feet. His red eyes fixed on the creature as it flailed wildly in the distance.

"Best find cover," he suggested. "I have a feeling that thing is gonna be raining down everywhere in a minute."

He had no doubt that whatever Shuklaar Kyrdol and his followers did next would be the killing blow.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Aren D'Shade Braze

His head was pounding like crazy, but standing up he said "Dont try and communicate with it, it hurts." glancing over at aren "I'm not worried about them, just making sure they get as many people as they can to safety."

As he finished his sentence ten vulture droids followed by 20 terra class swarm drones flew in. Keeping their distance their main purpose was focusing fire on a single spot to try and punch a hole through the beast. How well that would work, that was debatable.

They where followed by the patrols on the ground who where to help get people to safety and make sure no one got squished under a falling tendrils. Goliath had already scooped up quite a few people and was taking them to the temple. Novac was also in the process of getting as many as he could to the temple.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Refuge - Complications
Tag: Valor the Forsaken

“Thieves are only just a single possibility.” Ko replied, feeling a little worried that Valor might have a false sense of security being this far in the unknown regions. As the old saying went, just because it was unknown, doesn’t mean it’s uninhabited.

“I’m just gonna look for them, I’m not expecting or wanting a fight.” The Kel Dor answered back, cloudy eyes narrowing some behind his goggles over the teen’s snark.

At their last question Ko let out a sigh through his mask and shook his head. “If we face such an issue, deterrence may be all that’s necessary.” This place, Refuge, wasn't like his homeworld. Nowhere was like Dorin. “We’ll do what’s appropriate… Now come along.”

Ko led Valor to where the refuge had mentioned they saw some of the droids last. Close to the tree line and making their way further from the settlement. There they would find footprints. Unmistakable gonk droids. Their heavy metal bodies leave clear indents in the soft soil and grass. A fair few bushes, shrubs and ferns around had been trampled over too. “Man, they're kinda like swine when they get out of their pens.” Ko noted before looking back down at the foot prints. "It's hard to tell how many there are, looks like they've been crisscrossing their paths some. Not very organized walking patterns.” It was looking less like some kind of thief may have led them astray or hoisted them up into a repulsor craft. So far there wasn’t any reason not to just keep following the trail of footprints.​

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