Faction Exodus of War [THR]

[Cali Ziiva]

Equipment of Note: Mobile Workshop, Lightsaber (Blue) with Lens Modulator, Bubblegum Popper Gloves

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Hungry? Oh, their female friend was hungry. Well, Cali knew what a lack of good chocolate could do to a person. Also, nutritious food, but chocolate too. Yes, for uh, Hanni, Winnie, and Honey. Honey? The rogue with an easy smile and way about him was called Honey? Something about that was either delicious appropriate, or outrageously absurd.

And they were laborers, construction, electrical sort of people. Right.

Except when they were totally not Winnie but Tess, and not laborers but, uh, pilots?

Cali blinked and stared at the trio with wide eyes as 'Tess' made it emphatically clear she was not a farm hand. Again. From Sacorria (you know, The Core).

Then Honey said they were just real eager, like Not-Winnie-Tess said. You know, after that really, really long totally awkward pause. Real eager. To be pilots! Naval types. Not handy peoples. To 'keep things moving.' Totally natural thing to want to do. If you wanted to help out at a refugee camp. Movement. Of people. Ships? Eh. Most of the ships already had crews.

Both hands rose slowly and then gestured for Ryn to step forward. She didn't wait, of course. More of a customary gesture to make before a bright, pink woman drifted in closer to slip her arms about his midsection for a hug. "Its okay. You don't have to hide here, ya know? We won't judge. Even if we don't need pilots right now, there'll be plenty of work soon enough so you don't have to work with your hands if you really hate that kind of thing." The Zeltron was full of warmth, figuratively and literally. There was even a scent of sugar and spice about her as she sought to comfort the trio.

One hand beckoned for Tess and Hannibal to join them in a group hug.

"Would you like me to show you the way to some of our food stock? You must be tired and hungry. We can talk lots about where you came from and leave all the concerns and worries behind. That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" Cali looked back with Ryn with a big smile.

Ryn Trask | Hannibal Daxos | Tess Wyn-Tai​

 

[Durak'Tur]

OUTLASTING OUT NAMES

Tag: Ariel Korvane

Durak’Tur listened in that still, patient way that seemed almost ancient, the slow breathing of one who had learned that silence could say more than words. The lamplight flickered faintly across the lines of his fur, and the Force moved softly through him, rippling like a quiet tide as Ariel spoke. When she finished, the Whiphid inclined his head, the motion deliberate and heavy with quiet reverence.

“There is wisdom in that,” he said at last, his deep voice rolling low like thunder far off in the hills. “The Jedi speak often of detachment, of distance from passion and possession. Yet even detachment, when misunderstood, can dull the senses to what the Force feels. What you describe… it is no flaw to create from emotion. It is an understanding that life itself shapes the weave, and that the Force remembers through us.”

He stepped closer to the edge of the tent where the wind brushed through the flaps, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and campfire. “Long ago, I once believed the Force to be something separate from what we are, an ocean to draw from, deep and unending. But as I grew older, I learned it is not beyond us. It is us. Every act, every thought, every kindness or cruelty becomes a ripple that joins the greater current. Perhaps your cloth is the same, each thread holding not only memory, but intent.”

Durak’Tur turned slightly, his amber eyes glancing toward the camp beyond, to the faint movement of droids distributing blankets, to healers huddled over cots, to refugees huddled around fires. “You weave to preserve what must be remembered,” he continued, “and I meditate to remember what must be preserved. Two paths, one purpose. We are both caretakers of memory, though our looms differ.”

He looked back to her then, his expression softened by something near kinship. “You speak of chronicles, of things that endure beyond their makers. Perhaps that is where your House and the Jedi meet most closely. We both serve a truth that will outlast our names.” His tusks shifted slightly as he gave a faint, almost playful tilt of his head. “And yet,” he added, “I would be curious to see what your heart weaves when you let the need fall away, when you craft not for duty, but for the sake of what you feel in the Force itself.”

He let the question linger like an ember in the air between them, warm and open, the tone neither a challenge nor a demand, but an invitation. The wind stirred the edges of the Hibiol cloth in Ariel’s hands, its soft glow reflected in Durak’Tur’s calm eyes as he waited, patient as stone.

To Feel In The Force.​

 

[Tydeus Shorn]

"Everyone's got somethin' that feels like the biggest thing they've ever faced."

Her finger jabbed into his chest and Tydeus glanced down at it, a shard of anger flaring in him, cold and dangerous, at the jab and at her words. His nostrils flared and he exhaled away those emotions. Tydeus stared at her and his gray eyes weren't filled with hate or rage or fear. They were just detached.

He could not let the suffering of these people dissuade him from his aim. Maybe he might have allowed their loss and sorrow in, but he just didn't have the room.

Full up on pain, sorry.

The boy did not move, utterly still in a lethal sort of way, as if every inch of him were coiled for action.

"That what you're facing, Tan?"

There was something brutal in his tone, the way a bucket of ice water was brutal, stripping away oxygen with the chill of its delivery.

"Your sister. Really? The biggest thing you've ever faced?"

It was so cruel in its indifference. Tydeus wondered at it. When did I become this callous? He'd felt distracted. Ever since Kyric's rescue. Every action he took felt like a step further and further away from Kaine as they stumbled off to confront yet another tyrant who refused to stay dead.

"I have nothing to offer these people." He gestured over her shoulder at the refugees, "I'm not like you. I'm not a healer. I'm not a farmer."

No matter how much he might wish to be.

"I kill. That's what I do. Isn't that what the Lightsworn wanted me for?"

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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An exhale puffed through her nose and teeth.

The scope of Tion to Talin was incomparable, she knew, but the sharp call out made her flinch.

"Jest lucky I guess." In the grand scheme of things, her sister angling toward the darkside and going down an unapologetically murderous path was insignificant. But Talin had been Tansu's whole world since birth. That kind of shakeup she felt hugely. She felt everything enormously. Part of the reason she couldn't just let Tydeus walk away, or anyone walk away, without giving them a piece of her mind. There was no compartmentalization for the youngest Treicolt. No keeping anything inside.

Like her point on duality.

Even as he gestured over her shoulder she kept her eyes steady on him. For everything that he felt inside — all she'd seen — he did a remarkable job at placidity.

"You're more than only one thing." Tansu insisted. His life seemed one-track, tirelessly focused on a horizon point out of reach. "One definition. That's.." she tilt her head to the side, searching for the word that would best encapsulate the ludicrousness of his monofocus.

"That's missin' the point."

How useless would his life become if someone else got to Kaine first?

"Sometimes presence is enough. I can't speak for everyone here, but I imagine there's a bunch of 'em just happy to see that there isn't just dismality and death comin' for 'em. That there are people willin' to show up 'n care. Do a bit. Lift a crate or two. Ladle out somethin' to eat."

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Tydeus Shorn
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[Joa Sodi]

EXODUS OF WAR
Nuvar Hollow Refugee Camp, Ukatis

"It's certainly no Senate rotunda," Joa remarked, but there was no disdain in her voice; she was happy to be here, regardless of the state of things. In her mind, it was a great honor to walk freely among the people she served, be they clean and well-fed on their homeworlds... or destitute in a foreign place.

The senator smiled at Aurelian, though she knew he was not in the mood for kind words or semantics. He was covered in grime, and by the looks of things, he would continue to be so for some time yet. Still, she felt compelled to say something. It would be rather odd if she did not, in fact.

"If no one else has told you so, what you're doing here is a bold kindness that many of these people have not experienced in some time. Even when you feel the weight pressing in, just remember that. These people, whether they say it aloud or keep it inside, are grateful for your efforts here."

Only a breath later, the pair was joined by a third. Corazona—von Ascania, Joa appended to her thoughts as she noted the woman's full name. Senator Sodi had not yet made her acquaintance, but she recognized the name from reviewing Ukatis' secession and annexation documents. A Jedi, and a fine one at that. Respectable tenure with the NJO. A member of its council, even. Corazona was a formidable woman, even under the current stress that surrounded her.

There was no formal introductions, so Joa forwent an official address. Instead, she nodded an unspoken greeting to the Jedi and stood quietly as the next set of tasks were presented. The senator was unsure how useful she'd be until she knew more about what was needed, but she was eager to help however she could. Even if it was something as small as giving extra herbs to the nurses.

Tags: Aurelian Veruna | Corazona von Ascania | OPEN​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora clicked her tongue sharply to Aurelian's jest. It seemed that the grim demands of a refugee camp hadn't dulled his ability to snark, and that was almost heartening in its own way. A momentary semblance of something normal in a place where nothing truly was.

"You caught me. Mmh," she murmured flatly while tapping at the screen of her datapad. A handful of message notifications had popped up, which she routed to the appropriate channels with a few swipes. "I certainly have the time to play double agent halfway across the galaxy."

To Aurelian's complaining, Cora lifted her head. Then, an eyebrow. "No shovels, no. Nothing that glamorous." Her gaze passed to the white-haired woman again, this time pausing to linger on her in an attempt to draw something familiar to memory. A senator, from the context she now had. Was this the person who'd given the nurses those herbs?

With a wave of her hand, both politicians were motioned behind a curtain that partitioned the grievously wounded and ill from the general population of patients. Cora gestured toward a pair of figures covered by white shrouds. They were still and silent where they laid, shapes of distantly human features discernible through the gauzy fabric.

The Jedi's countenance sobered as she turned to face the interim chancellor, her voice low and quiet in a way he hadn't yet heard from her. "Move them to the far end, with the others. We'll need the space." At the edge of the tent, several other covered bodies waited to be laid to rest.

Next, she turned to Joa. A spark of recognition lit her expression at the sharp scent that wafted faintly from her briefcase. "Pardon me if I've gotten this wrong, but you're carrying medicinal herbs, aren't you? Would-"

The acrid scent of herbs suddenly turned pungent, which then turned her stomach. Perhaps, she thought, the little life inside of her was not destined to work with the healing arts.

Cora lurched forward suddenly, one hand latching onto Joa's shoulder while the other slapped itself over her mouth. The datapad landed with a thuk on the dirt floor as she swallowed down bile.

Aurelian Veruna | Joa Sodi

 

[Kaile Vera]

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It wasn't the kind of moment Kaile ever wanted Bix to live through again.

They had barely escaped the volcanic eruption months ago on that frozen moon, the Mesa overloaded with refugees as the ground split apart and the sky turned to fire. The town where they'd gone to meet Asmus's ex to sell off the last of the smuggled goods was gone in minutes, swallowed whole beneath rivers of magma and smoke.

It was one of the scariest things Kaile had ever survived. The only thing worse had been losing Quinn.

Now, she had Asmus and Bix beside her with their second child growing so big she felt as swollen as a tick and perhaps just as fussy. They weren't taking any chances this time.

"It's okay now," she murmured to the pilot. Bix's small fingers clung to hers while Asmus stood close, the Lorrdian's hand moving to squeeze Asmus's shoulder in a gentle reminder of reassurance. They were safe. They were all okay. That's waht mattered.

Outside in the dusty refugee tent city, a holonet feed buzzed with reports about the disaster they'd fled.

"Come on," she said after a moment. "Let's see what news we can find...and maybe some food. We'll figure out our next move from there."

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Asmus Janes | Gear
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[Ariel Korvane]

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Nuvar Hollow Refugee Camp
Ukatis
Interacting with | Durak'Tur

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Ariel glanced toward the camp where the healers still moved among the cots, noting their exhaustion but steady determination to continue to assist and do as much as they could.

"Maybe one day, when the need lessens, I'll weave something for its own sake. No commission, no House emblem, just… feeling. Perhaps that will be closer to what the Force wishes to say."

Pale silver orbs lingered on the tents then returned to the Whiphid.

"You said we're both caretakers of memory," she mused. "Then maybe this place, these people and what we do here is part of that same memory being written."

A faint smile curved her lips as she folded the Hibiol neatly in her hands.

"Come," she said softly. "Let's see how much more of that memory we can mend before dawn."

With that, she stepped past the tent flap into the cool night, the soft glow of the cloth casting a silver shimmer along her indigo cloak as she moved back to continue to distribute the Hibiol cloth and assist where needed.

~Exit thread~

 

[Hannibal Daxos]

Tess Wyn-Tai Ryn Trask Cali Ziiva​

"And there's the snap...." Hannibal whispered to Ryn with a small smirk on his face. "That was bigger than I though it was going to be."

"Full disclosure..." Daxos laughed as he place a hand on Tess's shoulder, while looking over to the pink skinned, pink haired person. "If there is trouble, she's the first one to cause it. Take her first." Hannibal busted out laughing, before straightening. "Seriously though, can we please for the love of the force, get her some food. I can't take any more of this."


Hannibal shook his head at Cali's words, about hiding. "Oh no, we aren't trying to hide. Just trying to prevent someone from having a mental breakdown from lack of hunger." Hannibal placed his arm around Cali and leaned in and whisphered. "If you can't tell she's a had a long journey. She's my sister, and well, sometimes all you have is family. And you have to put up with them sometimes."

"Alright! Winnie! Tessie! Whatever your name is, let's charge!" Hannibal pulled back and placed his hands behind his back.

"Morale officer, if you would be so kind as to lead the way! One of use would greatly appreciate more than the rest I assure you."

 

[Asmus Janes]

Kaile Vera

"Come on," she said after a moment. "Let's see what news we can find...and maybe some food. We'll figure out our next move from there."

"I did a little reading on this place," Asmus said. "It sounds a bit backwards."

There hadnt been a lot documented about Ukatis after the gulag plague, not until more recent events.

There were wounded being moved from other ships. He would have offered some supplies if they had any. In truth, Atrisia had been a last little break before they worked out where they wanted to be for the next few months.

Living near his family on Eriadu had its perks and it's downsides. His parents came under both categories.

An emergence of a death star should have played on his mind, but in truth he felt irked that their last family holiday had been cut short.

Asmus aimed to skirt them around the camps to see if they could find some water and if there was a route to whatever passed for civilisation here. The locals probably didn't want more people dropping into their towns, he supposed.

"We've only got enough fuel for a shop hop from here," Asmus said.

 

[Kaile Vera]

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Kaile had entered her near-waddling stage, where she did her best to make do now that she couldn't quite see her feet, but it made for a funny gait that Bix thought was amusing.

"Oh? How so?" Kaile asked, her brown eyes glancing over at Asmus, only for Bix to get distracted as someone mounted on a horse trotted by.

"Mama! What's that?! What's that?!" She cried out, pointing at the horse. Considering the family spent most of their time in space or stations rather than actual time groundside, Bix wasn't used to seeing all the different sorts of critters that Kalie and Asmus were a little more familiar with.

"Oh... that's a horse." Kaile smiled down at Bix, giving her the name of it.

"Can I have one?! " the three-year-old immediately asked, prompting a startled, half-panicked expression on Kaile's face.

They did not have any room for any horses in the Mesa.

"No, sweetie, we can't have a horse. But I can make you a small holo to show you all the different types of horses if you like!"

That seemed to placate Bix for a moment. Turning her attention back to Asmus, Kaile lifted her shoulders as she took a deep breath, then let it whoosh out of her nose.

"Cost of fuel here is gonna be expensive." She could already feel it ticking away at their credits.

"We may need to do a job to cover the increasing costs." Especially with this many refugees.

"Maybe I can do something..."

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Asmus Janes | Gear
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[Tess Wyn-Tai]

Ukatis
TAGS: Ryn Trask | Hannibal Daxos | Cali Ziiva​

Tess stiffened as Cali's arms wrapped around Ryn. Then Cali reached out, inviting her in. "Oh, no, no, I'm fine right here," Tess said quickly, hands up like she was warding off a stun bolt. "Ain't real big on huggin' strangers, no offense." Her voice cracked halfway between suspicion and embarrassment, but it was hard to stay mad when Cali was all sugar-smiles and soft words. The woman even smelled like spice cakes, for stars' sake.

Her stomach growled loud enough to betray her anyway. She scowled, crossing her arms tight. "Alright, fine. Maybe somethin' to eat wouldn't kill me. But I'm not gonna get all weepy about it." She shot Hannibal a glare. "And I don't need you speakin' for me, big shot. You call me your sister one more time, and I'll show you what a real family reunion looks like."

Tess marched ahead a few paces, muttering under her breath before adding, louder, "And quit laughin' like you planned this. You didn't." Still, she slowed her steps enough to fall in beside Cali, her eyes darting between tents, datapads, and the faint line of transport ships beyond the camp. "So… you said there'll be work soon? What kind? You folks got any maintenance crews on those ships out there?" Her voice steadied now, curiosity edging out her temper. "I can run diagnostics, handle a thruster rebuild, maybe even patch a nav computer if it ain't too fried."

She tried for nonchalance, but the hope in her tone gave her away. When Cali looked her way, Tess shrugged, trying to seem casual. "Just sayin', if y'all don't got pilots, I can keep busy elsewhere. I don't sit still well. Never could." She kicked a pebble off the dusty path, hands sinking into her jacket pockets. The edge in her voice softened, replaced by something almost wistful. "Whole galaxy's movin' without me lately. I just… need to be part of somethin' again." Then, catching Hannibal's amused look, she snapped right back, "Don't start. I'm only sentimental when I'm starvin'."
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[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Save me from this hell
Tags: Joa Sodi | Corazona von Ascania

Aurelian stopped dead, staring at the shrouded bodies. It was as if Cora had just asked him to move a mountain. "Move them?" he repeated, incredulous. "You can't possibly mean me. I'm here to help the living, not," he gestured vaguely at the motionless shapes, "deal with the departed."

His voice held a mix of disbelief and protest. "I've built shelters, hauled crates, nearly dislocated my shoulder on a ration shipment. Surely that's enough for one day." He looked to Joa for support, but her silence only made him more exasperated.

He took a hesitant step closer, then recoiled as Cora lurched forward, hand clapped to her mouth. "Shiraya, what is wrong with you?" he blurted out, his eyebrows shooting up. "You're the healer. Isn't this supposed to be your area? Death, decay, medicinal fumes... whatever this is?" His tone was a confusing blend of concern and sarcasm.

He noticed the dropped datapad, then looked back at her paling face. "Alright, fine. Clearly, you're in no shape to lecture me about manual labor. Lucky for you, I actually came to discuss something important, something that doesn't involve corpses."

Standing straighter, he crossed his arms, eager to change the subject. "Ukatis is about to become the front line, whether anyone likes it or not. The Empire is tearing through the Core, and the Alliance won't hold them forever. I've been in contact with Strategic Command, provisionally. There's talk of repositioning a defense wing here, to safeguard the refugees and your precious med stations."

He let that sink in for a moment, watching her. "You see, that's where I'm actually useful. Strategy, diplomacy, making sure we're not all vaporized the moment the Imperials or Sith decide to push further out." Aurelian raised an eyebrow, a faint, dangerous smile returning. "So perhaps, instead of assigning me corpse duty, you might want to hear what I've arranged. It could save us all a lot more than a couple of shovels."

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[Tydeus Shorn]

"Sometimes presence is enough. I can't speak for everyone here, but I imagine there's a bunch of 'em just happy to see that there isn't just dismality and death comin' for 'em. That there are people willin' to show up 'n care. Do a bit. Lift a crate or two. Ladle out somethin' to eat."

"Tansu," Tydeus stared flatly back, "No one is ever happy to see me."

Or had she forgotten about Denon already? How he'd nearly killed her less than an hour after meeting her? The boy shook his head, strands of gray hair mixed with black wisping in front of his face.

"It's good there are people like you. You're right. People do need someone there for them. A warm hand. A smile. A friend. But look at me."

All the light had gone out of his gray eyes, only the yawning event horizon of the Wound remained.

"I'm not those things."

He couldn't afford to be. Because if he did, then he would deviate. If he did, he would be too scared to do what was necessary.

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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Holy feth that was depressing.

Tansu stared at him. Her entire vocabulary suffering a nasty drought as she blinked through the absurdity he spoke. Her shoulders drooped.

Tossing back and forth jabs and insults, fighting words, she could do. Letting a little frustration and rage put colour in her cheeks and a point in her finger? It was good for the system. But hearing the most self-deprecating language of 'Nobody is ever happy to see me' from someone she would have categorized as a friend? That drained her almost as fully as his Force Wound.

Her lips twisted and she planted her hands on her hips. Her whole argumentative side had to pivot to a more rah-rah angle.

"Nuh uh. Just because yer bein' stubbourn about it right now. You can be those things today. You were just putting up a fuss not wanting to be."

She gestured vaguely in the direction they'd come, before he stormed off to another tent: "You didn't see it, but those fellas you lifted the crate for, their whole faces brightened because you saved their knees 'n spines!"

If he were anybody else in the galaxy, she might have hugged him now. Or given an appendage a reassuring squeeze — but with Tydeus, it was best to keep her hands to herself.

She toed the dirt, folding her arms across her chest.

"Also that's not fair to say. I'm happy to see you, that ain't just my face."

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Tydeus Shorn
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[Asmus Janes]

"Can I have one?! " the three-year-old immediately asked, prompting a startled, half-panicked expression on Kaile's face.

Asmus snorted. He glanced towards Kaile and met her panicked look with his own. Box was resilient. Children could be brought up in the middle of a war and they still had to be children and grow up.

It was another reminder that they would need to settle somewhere where she could make friends.

"We may need to do a job to cover the increasing costs." Especially with this many refugees.

"Maybe I can do something..."

"Or maybe I should do some work because...."

He glanced over at Kaile and down to her middle. He looked away sharply.

"...or we could both work!" he declared before she could give him a look.

"I can play with horses," Bix declared.

"Sweetie, horses are very big. They might not see you. So don't go near them without mummy or daddy."

"Go to them now?" Bix asked

Her selective hearing was impressive.

 

[Aiden Porte]

He could feel the strain gathering there even before he arrived, the anxious thrum of hunger, the edge of frustration, the quiet thread of exhaustion that ran through everyone working the supply lines. In the Force, it pressed like a warm, restless current. Not panic, not yet, but close enough to quicken his steps.

Sector Three came into view as he rounded a cluster of supply pallets stacked high with tarp rolls and survival kits. Refugee families were lined up in loose, disorderly lines, and several volunteers scrambled to redirect them while others attempted to sort the dwindling crates. Dust hung in the air, kicked up by repulsor carts shuttling back and forth in jerky, uneven paths.

Aiden exhaled slowly and stepped forward.

"All right," he called out, his voice cutting through the din without force, just clarity. "Let's make space on the left line. Anyone waiting for a medical scan, shift to the shade. Supplies first, diagnostics next, no one goes hungry while we sort the overflow."

A few heads turned, relief flickering in tired eyes. Aiden moved to the nearest stack of ration crates and slid off the top container, muscles pulling tight from hours of labor, but steady. He passed the first box to a volunteer who seemed on the verge of unraveling.

"Take this row down the middle," he said, gently firm. "I'll start distributing from the emergency stores once we clear these."

The volunteer nodded, shoulders sagging with gratitude.

As Aiden set the next crate in his arms, the unease in the sector eased, just slightly, like a taut rope loosening by a single knot. It wasn't peace, not even close. But it was a movement toward steadiness, toward order, toward hope. And that was enough to keep him moving, one step, one crate, one breath at a time.

Thread Exit​

 

[Ryn Trask]

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Ukatis | Refugee Camp
Interacting with: Tess Wyn-Tai Hannibal Daxos Cali Ziiva

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Ryn gave a double take at the whole scene -- the yelling, the hugging, the sudden talk of family reunions and morale officers. For a second, he wondered if maybe they'd wandered into the wrong kind of camp. Then again, with their luck, this was probably the right one.

He let out a breath somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Alright, alright. Food first," he said, glancing between Cali, Tess, and Hannibal. "We'll grab a bite, see where people need a hand, and then check in to find out if the Republic needs any pilots or deckhands."

He shot Hannibal a look that said don't push your luck, then added with a grin,

"And if there's a ship that needs flying, I call dibs. Staying planetside too long ain't exactly my kind of fun."

With that, he gave Cali a small nod toward the mess area.

"Lead the way, Morale Officer Extraordinaire. Let's feed the crew before they start biting each other."

| Exit Thread |​

 

[Kaile Vera]

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"What will you do? Offer piloting lessons again?" Kaile asked back, giving a slight chuckle and a shake of her head.

"I don't think we are in a place where they'd have the credits for a private pilot teacher," not with as much need as these refugees needed.

"Some light mechanic work or slicing might be good for batering or trading," She told him, thinking of what can be done.

"Oh there is another one!," Bix cried out, waving her little hand over to them.

"Not right now sugerpie, we gotta get some food and get some fuel.. but maybe we can find a few kiddos that you can play with for a little bit?"

With as much as they were traveling, actually settling down to make friends her age had been difficult. It was hard on her, and Kaile knew it. Asmus knew it.

They were just still uncertain how long they would need to keep moving to feel safe.

Although with the little one almost arriving... maybe they should really consider it more seriously in settling down in one place.

"Or what other skills do you want to peddle?"

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[Asmus Janes]

Asmus opened his mouth. He closed it again.

"In present company... I would say maybe some admin work?"

After all, he had been well educated before he ran away to play pirates. He glanced around them and he looked towards the skies. There was hardly anything in the air that wasn't a refugee shuttle.

"Think Mum might be right about this one," he said.

Bix gave a firm nod. Her world view was fairly set on some matters and her dad's admission only confirmed it.

"I don't suppose we are in a rush," Asmus admitted as he thought it through.

The camps were to their left. Endless fields of tents laid out. He felt a swell of regret to see another disaster fall upon people who had never called for war.

There wasn't much signal on the planet for comms, but he managed to get on the holonet on his portable device.

"Hmm. Best be careful. It'd a pretty quiet planet and people in the town aren't too happy about refugees coming in looking for work."

He pulled a face. It hurt to be as pragmatic as he was about to be. He hadn't been pragmatic once, he had been about adventure and taking risks.

"It might be best to take off and come around to the space port with an authorised landing," he said. They wouldn't look like refugees then. It seemed cruel, but he could risk seeing Kaile and Bix chased away by angry locals.

Kaile Vera