Faction Farworlds Alliance : Reverie and Respite - [TDF] + Friends

[Sergeant Omen]

As he was coming out of the ship to check if the fueling was done and he could pull the fuel pipe away to get ready to go, he heard that familiar voice and turned to see Saram crossing the distance towards him. It seemed like the Strill was trying her best to normalize relations towards him and put behind their rocky past. Or the non-existent past... Omen hesitated at the hand for a moment, not really registering what she was saying, as he took a second to figure out how to respond.

After a split-second decision, the Clone reached out and did the traditional Mando handshake, holding her forearm. "Yeah, well... It's a long way home." Which was true. Having a place for refugees in the Unknown Regions was great for security, but it was a terrible commute, no matter how you slice it. And of course, he missed being with Aren and Jett. Letting her go, he didn't have an excuse for not talking to her over the past few days other than to try to avoid the awkwardness between them. Guess Saram was tired of waiting on him...

At her talking about Gal, Omen offered a half smile as he replied. "I haven't had any today, but the gal made by refugees with varying amounts of experience, it's pretty good, yes." A moment of silence passed between them before he asked what he had been thinking about since Braze had told him Saram was still alive. "So... what have you been up to since I saw you last...?" It was his polite way of saying, What kept you from sending me a message...? other than just being scared of commitment.

Saram Kote

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Sergeant Omen

Saram's Equipment

Attire Lead-bearing Gear Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s)

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x]
• 
  
  • Reflec-based Shadowskin-coated 'Sapanyc Gaa'kaan'yaim' Magnetic Retention Holster with micronized Voidstone lining
    • 1x belt-mounted knife sheathe
    • 1x thigh holster w/ magazine storage loops
• 
  
  • '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
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)

Saram returned the handshake as decades of interacting with other Mandalorians had taught her. She didn't have a buy'ce to hide behind today. The best she could manage was a sheepish smile as she thought of what to tell him. "You want the truth or do you want the excuse? That's a ridiculous shabla question. Of course you'd prefer the truth," she said, the last party quickly stumbling out. "I was up to all kinds of things, but nothing that prevented me from getting a message out. Truth is, like I told you on Kaas, I'm not good at this."

"I can barely figure out how to stay friends with the people who've had my back for over 10 years, vod," she stammered out. "I could blame a whole list of people and reasons for that, but let's be honest, that one's on me," she added. "I am glad you found someone who is good at this though, you deserve that much," she smiled warmly, genuinely glad for him. She had meant what she had said, and without armor to hide behind, she was a terrible shabla liar. They had trained her in fieldcraft, not tradecraft after all.

"No one I know, right?" she asked, frowning slightly, insulted at the mere prospect that someone she knew would attempt this, let alone succeed and not tell her the good news. Would she be jealous if she heard that way? Maybe. She sure as shab wasn't di'kut'la enough to say anything even if she was. "I'm trying to be better, we can't all save a sector or lead massive fleets, might as well try in the ways I can," she said, "Figure what better way to do that than help watch that one's back, start there at least," she added, nodding at Braze .

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Saram was a different beast to someone like Aren. She was still a little girl at heart, while Aren had tried to purge that out of her. Which was funny, seeing she was the armored warrior. For the first time since they met, Omen managed a smile. "Well, no one is good at everything. Hopefully, the teasing you'll be getting from your squadmates will be enough payback for my purposes." It was the sign that Omen was willing to leave the past in the past as much as he would be up wondering at night what would have been if Saram had just been a little braver.

When she said that was glad that he had found someone, Omen looked a little surprised. He had never talked about Aren D'Shade to anyone here, so he was surprised when Saram mentioned him having someone. Guess the band on his finger was enough for her to make up her own mind. His fingers absentmindedly twisted it as they said slowly, as they tried to collect his words. "Umm... Yes, she is a good woman who takes care of me as much as I annoy her. We are like oil and water most of the time, but that's what makes it fun. And no, I don't think you've met her before, though who knows in this galaxy." It would have been incredible if the two women had met in the past, but Omen knew better than to discount fate.

Omen gave her a half smile back as he looked her over. She seemed about the same as in the old days, chipper and all smiles. "I don't think you need to try to be better; you just need to do. As for everything else, I'll don't know how often I'll be around unless someone like Braze or Jasper asks me to lead something, but I'll do my best to answer the call when needed." It was the best Omen could do for now. He had two people at home he cared about, and they took priority over everything else. Though for someone who had a massive fleet of Mandalorian Ships at their disposal, it seemed like Saram was making a lot of excuses for herself.

Saram Kote

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Sergeant Omen

Saram's Equipment

Attire Lead-bearing Gear Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s)

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x]
• 
  
  • Reflec-based Shadowskin-coated 'Sapanyc Gaa'kaan'yaim' Magnetic Retention Holster with micronized Voidstone lining
    • 1x belt-mounted knife sheathe
    • 1x thigh holster w/ magazine storage loops
• 
  
  • '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
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)

"You know I'm already not going to hear the end of it, right? Especially when a Jetii ( Odom Orzmod ) had to be the one to remind me about comms discipline," after listening to the rest of his answer. "Annoy her? Careful vod, you know what the aruetii have to say about that, right? Something complicated involving a dog houses?" She was honestly confused about why you needed a whole sabla house for a canid.

Saram tried to remember if she'd ever met the individual Omen had mentioned at any point, "No, can't say we've met. Met quite a few former CIS force users over the years..." she said trailing off, conveniently neglecting to mention that force users were typically her least favorite people to run into, especially in her line of work. They tended to cause issues, yet she kept running into them, which was what the voidstone was for.

"I don't think you need to try to be better; you just need to do. As for everything else, I'll don't know how often I'll be around unless someone like Braze or Jasper asks me to lead something, but I'll do my best to answer the call when needed."

What Omen said next did throw her off somewhat, however, "Shab, er, well... thank you. That means a kit. Uh...I'm sure there'll be plenty for you to do, and I can't see why they wouldn't want you around to help," she said, words stumbling out of her mouth more than sound like a stream of conscious coherent thought. "I'm sure the alor wouldn't mind your ship hitching a ride with or through one of the Hyperspace Wormholes of one of our ships if that helps. I think you undercharged him for all that Tihaar," she said with a half-smile pestered across her features. Shab if she knew how that really worked, but she did know that in the very least, that was one of the ways the tech was meant to be used.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Rayne Lo'to ​

Braze frowned at that. "Oh… you met a Jedi Shadow? They're kind of like investigators," he offered, knowing full well the sort of intensity most Jedi Shadows carried; how seriously they took their work. Some of them lived many lives, and Braze knew all too well the reasons they might disappear suddenly, leaving friends, family, and other loved ones behind.

"I'm sorry to hear you can't get him out of your head… did he have a name?" Braze asked, his voice gentling. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about him…"

He paused there, trying to find a better way to make her feel less alone with it... Braze nodded softly. "Jedi Shadows aren't exactly known for settling down…" His gaze shifted aside for a moment as he thought a little more...

"Some of them take on roles in deep cover, assume whole other lives… and sometimes they have to leave those lives behind, too." He nodded when she asked about jedi. "In a manner, yes… I could try to help you come back easier, if you want," he offered.

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Refuge
Tags: Braze

Rayne Runner | Trash Mobile Home
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"I'm sorry to hear you can't get him out of your head… did he have a name?" Braze asked, his voice gentling. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about him…"

Rayne waited a beat before she spoke.

" Aymeric Prendergast ... That was his name," Rayne answered. "I know it was because I read the... implant data in his head. It's a... long story."

After a moment the tall woman shook her head, her Lekku swaying from side to side as she did so.

"Let's forget about that for now," she decided. "I don't want to bring down the mood. I don't need any easier means to get back easier for now, I think. I'm.. not really sure if I even want to leave this place again. I have enough stock to last me a long time, and it's kind of gone to heck in a hand basket out there. Much as I wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time a lot, I've never really been one for action, y'know?"

Rayne tilted her head as she thought on Braze's words. He seemed intimately familiar with the role of a Shadow. Perhaps that was really none of her business. Still, it only reaffirmed how much the boy had grown. It made her feel a bit fuzzy, like a proud older sister.

"What's the occasion anyways?" Rayne asked. "For a backwater hole this place seems rather lively."

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Refuge
Tags: Silas Westgard , Novac Lyrikal , Matthew of Valendale

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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his massiffs ran up to him to try and get some attention and pets. novac following behind simply waved, "Hey jasper, hows it going. Sorry about them they love attention from whoever will give it to them."

Jasper let out a chuckle, obliging the reptilian creatures and giving them each a quick scratch under the chin. He wore a gentle smile on his face as he acknowledged the snake-like padawan.

"Not a worry at all," he assured. "Novac, was it? Good thing I found you, got something to pass along to you. Good news I think."

The Jedi Master gestured with his mechanical thumb towards the distance, where a rather tall man with angelic wings was attending to the rescued children.

"That gentleman back there is Lord Matthew of Valendale," Jasper explained. "He oversaw the dragons during the assault. He asked me about you directly, stated that if I saw you I should send you his way. Might be worth paying him a visit, hm?"

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Dragons? Dragons!? Novac was immediately interested, he had his own tyrant dragon and carnelian dragon, really more drake then dragon, and the tyrants where wyverns not dragons. Well every wyvern and drake is a dragon but not every dragon is a drake or wyvern. But he heard a bit about the dragons that where in the assault, large mighty beasts. He couldn't help but wonder why the leader of them would want to speak to him of all people.

"Oh really? Thanks for letting me know," he said as he telepathically told the massiffs to follow. The did, sort of, they of course had to stop and sniff everything alon the way.

The man was one of if not the tallest people he'd ever seen, it was rare to see someone to was close to him in height. Those wings where incredible as well. He looked lile a angle with those wings and tending to the small children. Before novac tried to get attention he froze for a moment, how was he supposed to act around him? Leader of a dragon army, jasper had called him lord as well.

The massiffs came up to novac on either side and he had them sit and said with a small bow, "hello sir, I was told you wish to speak with me."

Matthew of Valendale

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen couldn't help but laugh at Saram's coplaints. She wasn't wrong, Odom was a "special" type of person who certainly was prickly at times. Still she probably had atleast some experience so the Mikkian could be that bad right...? "I agree with you that she needs to be... tempered. Maybe Braze can set up some bonding sessions for you two." The Clone barely kept a straight face as he thought about how well that would go. They would be lucky if a fight didn't break out. As much as he wanted to put credits on Saram, who knows would win out in the end. "As for Aren... I can handle her for the most part and we love each other." But the shakey undertone underneath made it feel like Omen was being held hostage against his will.

The Clone's eyes squinted as he tried to figure out what Saram was insinuating or was thinking. He had never told her Aren was a Force-user... Maybe it was just a guess...? He managed to push through those thoughts through the mask of a smile as he tried to push the conversation forward. "I'm sure too. This is a planet of refugees after all. I fit right in." Which was true, he was as much of an outsider as there ever was and so he fit right in among those trying to rebuild their lives.

Raising an eyebrow at Saram's offer, he decided to take her up on it. "Sure, I guess I contact the ships in orbit and they help me through?" He knew the same amount about the warp Wormholes but if it saved weeks of time at lightspeed, he would take what he could get. "As for your alor... Tell him because you couldn't get up mirshko to ask me out again, he's going to get charged double next time he orders from me." That should be enough to conivence Saram not to chicken out the next time she was interested in someone. Someone's elses annoyance usually did.

Before Omen went to unhook the fuel hose, he quickly sqruibbled out his home address on Empress Teta and handed it over to her. "If you want to see me in person, thats where I'll be" Giving Saram one last wave, he pulled away to make final checks to the ship and head back home to Aren's waiting arms.

Saram Kote

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Sergeant Omen

Saram's Equipment

Attire Lead-bearing Gear Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s)

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
• 
  
  • Reflec-based Shadowskin-coated 'Sapanyc Gaa'kaan'yaim' Magnetic Retention Holster with micronized Voidstone lining
    • 1x belt-mounted knife sheathe
    • 1x thigh holster w/ magazine storage loops
• 
  
  • '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
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)

"I agree with you that she needs to be... tempered. Maybe Braze can set up some bonding sessions for you two."

"Not funny," Saram said with a raised eyebrow and tin lipped expression plastered across her features. "If we kill each other, I'm going to make sure to haunt you," she added before mustering a half-smile to show she wasn't really serious. Who knew how the 'Manda' worked, not her, that was for sure. It took a quick moment to compartmentalize the existentialism that tried to flood her thoughts a few fractions of a second later.

"Well at least you two know each other's limits," she ventured with a half-shrug. Better to find those out before its over something serious the next time, as far as she was concerned. She almost said something else, but decided it was unfair to walk back into his life and presume she had any shabla right to comment on his relationship. No matter if she felt something may be of, no, especially if she felt that way.

"Sure, I guess I contact the ships in orbit and they help me through?"

"'Lek, raise them on comms and they'll give you fight control instructions, might even put you on remote or let you land, depends on who's at the helm. There's no official policy as far as I understand," she clarified, trying to remember her conversation with her ori'vod.

"As for your alor... Tell him because you couldn't get up mirshko to ask me out again, he's going to get charged double next time he orders from me."

"You might as well just hand him the tebec," she laughed. Saram took the card from him as he proffered it a moment later,"Vor'e, vod. K'oyacyi. I'll come visit as long as the current owners don't mind not throwing me in a cell," she said half-joking again as she watched him get on his ship, returning his final gesture.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

"Very funny" Omen's smirk told her that the thoughts of them slap fighting came to mind. "And I could think of worse people to haunt me, far worse." Which was defiently true of the people he had met.

The Clone managed to chuckle as Saram talked about limits. "I don't know if I know her limit, I just know how scary she gets when I even get close." Infact, he could already hear the knife sharpening sounds in thee back of his head as Aren prepared to devor him after his latest mistake. But ultimately, he knew the purple haired women loved him, even if it was begrudingly. It was the one of the reasons, he wanted to burn out of her was to see her.

The way she said it made sense. "Lets hope the captain's up there are forgiving." Ones knows he could use all the help he could get to get home. And she would probably need the same chance to past old man Shuklaar's wraith. "Sorry Vod, but you have to face some sort of conequenses for your actions. And don't worry about the current owners. The di'kutlaheads don't usually care who you are as long as you aren't openly threatening people. Its like the wild west, the Sith only pretend to control it. Atleast on local level." Emperess Teta was still a beautiful world but the longer the Sith held onto it and their influence sweeped in, the worse it would get. Its why he wanted to help with these pinprick raids, it was his way to fight back. "Trust me, the police have bigger things to worry about." Like the group of Gangers he had left in a mass grave.

As he got into the ship and powered up its engines, Omen hoped Saram would keep up this new connection and follow through. But as the Mynock lifted off, he guessed only time would tell. Now it was time to get home to the women he belonged next too.

Saram Kote

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

Tags: Roten Novac Lyrikal

Matthew set a hand gently to Roten 's shoulder, offering a reassuring sentiment through the forming Force bond with the youth.

"You're doing well… but I must excuse myself for a moment. I trust you will do just as well in the meantime," he offered in a hushed tone, leaning down so the words were meant for Roten alone.

Then he stepped away, passing what he had been carrying carefully into Roten 's hands.

There were shy younglings among the survivors, children still learning what it meant to live beneath open sky, with fresh air in their lungs and grass beneath their feet. The new freedoms offered here were small things at first: shoes that fit, blankets that belonged to them, meals without threat braided through every bite. Yet those small things had begun to miracles.

A few of the children had gathered near Roten , not close enough to crowd him, but near enough that their interest was plain. One held a wooden tooka toy against her chest with both hands, her fingers curled around it as if it might vanish if she loosened her grip. Another wore a new pair of socks pulled too high up thin calves, peeking from beneath borrowed hems. A little boy with unevenly cut hair kept looking from Roten to the gifts, then back again, gathering courage to approach.

At last, one of them stepped forward. "Thank you," she said, the words soft, she had clearly practiced them.

The others followed in their own unique ways. One bowed, whilst another offered a flower picked from the edge of the path, crushed a little in his nervous fist. The boy with the uneven hair lifted his toy hugging it close as if to show it had already become precious.

They didn't appear like children raised to expect kindness. Some still flinched when voices rose too quickly in the distance, whilst some still watched hands before they watched faces. But color had begun to return to their cheeks. Their shoulders sat a little less tightly beneath clean fabric. and their eyes, once trained on the floor, now wandered toward the trees, the lanterns, the open paths beyond the gathering and even the small colorful butterflies that trailed through the skies.

Here, no overseer counted them, nor any master measured their worth by obedience, labor, or pain. They were free from the necrotic regime that had loomed over them, feeding its cruel order on fear and broken spirits.

Here, they were allowed to be children.

And by the way they lingered near Roten , shyly offering thanks for socks, toys, blankets, and other small treasures no child should ever have had to live without, it was clear they understood some part of that kindness had come from him.

Matthew settled cold cerulean blue eyes on Novac Lyrikal and offered a cordial bow of his head, long snowy locks brushing forwards with the motion as his wings opened op splaying with the gesture and adding a small touch of flourish to the gesture before he straightened wings folding back up.

"Padawan Lyrikal. We have not had the honor of knowing one another before today, so I will not pretend familiarity with your heart; though I am glad to see you standing here among the living. Dromund Kaas does not easily release those who trespass upon her soil."

He regarded him with a calm, measured look, not unkind, but not careless either. "You went there against instruction. We are strangers, you and I, so I will grant you the dignity of not mistaking one choice for the whole of your character. Nor will I pretend that choice does not concern me."

A faint pause followed, giving the celebration its space around them. "Many brave souls have made foolish choices in the name of mercy, and many cowards have hidden behind discipline. So I have only a few queries for you."

His voice lowered, coming across softer, meant for Lyrikal alone. "Tell me Padawan… why did you act against instruction? Why did you go? Why did you believe your presence, against command, would serve the mission better than obedience would have?"

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Open for any one who wants to adopt a cute colorful [Pollenwyrm] companion Corin Vale Leos
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In the wake of the Dromund Kaas rescue, Refuge had become the hatching ground for several of Bauble's wyrmlings. With the greta and powerful Leos assistance in keeping the eggs well watched after and cared for, Dahlia's clutch had left the poor thing with every egg hatched, and the little ones had bloomed into a bright array of floral, pollinating creatures.

Colorful little churring wyrmlings scampered underfoot and fluttered through the air near where the gathering was set to take place. Bauble seemed quite intent on finding his offspring a few friendly faces, hoping to see them adopted into good homes. He certainly could not care for all of the adorable wyrmlings himself.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Rayne Lo'to ​

"What's the occasion anyways?" Rayne asked. "For a backwater hole this place seems rather lively."

"Yeah... Uh we're celebrating not dying on Dromund Kaas and escaping with a successful Slave Liberation Mission... We're going to have to build more housing out here soon... Pay respect to the ones that didn't make it back and look forwards to the future. " Braze offered.

"I made some nice food to share with the community. Care to try some strawberry brownies?" Braze asked curiously.

 

[Roten]

Refuge
Tags: Matthew of Valendale

Kiba no Shimai​

At last, one of them stepped forward. "Thank you," she said, the words soft, she had clearly practiced them.

The others followed in their own unique ways. One bowed, whilst another offered a flower picked from the edge of the path, crushed a little in his nervous fist. The boy with the uneven hair lifted his toy hugging it close as if to show it had already become precious.

Roten froze as he heard the words. Then he turned back and gazed down at the crushed flower he had been offered. With a slow hand, the Bursantian reached out and took it into his hand. After a pause, he took it and slipped it onto the nook above his ear and into his fur. He was usually a clean freak about his fur, but... he could wash the pollen out later.

After letting out an exhale, Roten crouched down and sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Why don't you all come chat with me..." he offered in a soft tone.

The young man pulled up his shirt on his left side to reveal a scar on his abdominal muscles, a place where the fur didn't grow back. It had the warping and scarring of electrical burns.

"I know things are weird for you all right now," he stated. "I... understand. When you're surrounded by strong people you can get hurt. And it isn't fair when you can't fight back."


"Stop crying, Ro. Y'think you'll get courtesy out there? You grit your teeth and get off your ass. We survive by crushing what stands against us. Either you kill them, or they kill you. And if you step out of line?"

"You become them."


"Where you came from doesn't matter anymore," Roten asserted. "You all are gonna grow up to be strong. And you're gonna protect each other. And things will be fair. Just... remember that people were kind today. Maybe save it to share with someone else later."

He reached over for the last of the boxes and slid it across the floor to the final child. Then he stood. For once, a rarity for Roten, his smile wasn't a chit-eating grin. That face he wore when he was enjoying a good battle wasn't present. He just smiled in a soft, somber way. The sort that one would expect from someone trying to look strong and mask something deep inside.

"Go have fun..." he suggested to them.

And with a wave, he turned to slip out of the temple.

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Refuge
Tags: Braze

Rayne Runner | Trash Mobile Home
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Dromund Kaas?

Growing up on Nar Shaddaa, she had only ever heard whispers of such a place. You didn't really understand much as a kid but the stories they told you to scare you at night. Maybe the thought of those old stories was what sent a chill down Rayne's spine.

Then again, where else would a Jedi want to strike the most?

"I made some nice food to share with the community. Care to try some strawberry brownies?"

"I... suppose if you're offering," Rayne agreed.

Much as she was starting to build herself some comfort here, she was a broke scrapper still. Free food was hard to turn down.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Matthew of Valendale

Novac watched the children for a few moments with a small smile. Watching this small children cling to simple little gifts made novac realize, he'd never seen the aftermath of some large scale jedi mission before . Never seen the good that comes from it, the happy faces. You could almost see in their eyes, their life beginning again in a way, free from the abuse and torment. Simple little things like a pair of socks made them look like people who had just won the lottery.

For all of novacs time as a jedi he was never really one to treat the jedi code like law. He kind of just did his own thing after his master retired. Never really felt like a jedi, someone who was seen as a "peace keeper", and he never really cared about it to much. But seeing those children so happy over basic necessities opened his eyes a bit.

He realized that this is what it means to be a jedi, do everything you can to change peoples lives for the better. For his time as a jedi he thought it was more so just keeping those you can safe.

When matthew asked novac why he went to dromund kaas he froze for a few seconds, he knew. Novac tried to not tell anyone or let anyone know. But the man was a leader, high up in the command chain, of course he knew.

Looking away from matthew novac quietly said. "I..I uh...I thought if while most of the military was focused elsewhere I could go in with my droids, few blaster resistant pets like either of my dragons, and the few walkers i have, along with my smaller ships i use for cargo that I could get into the foundry."

Looking back up, "My main goal was get any and all droids, ships, and weapons i could. I know that it wouldn't be much loss to the sith but well, my reasoning was... well basically get droids to get more droids. like if you get one then that one can also get one while the first does. Kinda just doubling the amount, 2 then 4 then 8 and so on. My thought process was the morei have, the more troops i have and the more good i can do. I know going to dromund kaas of all places isnt the uh, smartest place to get them. But I saw a chance to take from the sith, even if it wouldn't mean much in the long run for them."

 

[Ty'Raj Vex]

Saram Kote

Vex was rolling a hover skiff down the entryway, its repulsors humming beneath the weight of several large crates filled with freshly picked apples and pears. The fruit still carried the orchard with it: cool skins, green stems, leaves caught between the crates, the faint sweetness of sun-warmed branches clinging to the air.

His com-link chirped with a gleeful little chime... Vex paused, one hand still resting on the edge of the skiff as he glanced down to answer it.

That was all the skiff needed as it began to drift. At first, it only eased forward a little, then the repulses caught the slope of the entry, and the whole thing rolled away with growing confidence, veering toward one side as though it had somewhere far more important to be. One crate tipped off the cart, apples spilling over the lip in a colorful tumble of red, green, and gold, bouncing across the floor in every direction.

Vex stared at the mess... Then he let out a long, heavy sigh and lowered the comlink from his ear.

"Of course."

He started after the skiff, boots carrying him through the small disaster of scattered fruit. One apple rolled lazily past his foot, as if trying to escape the ire of his judgment. Vex bent down, gathered it up, then reached for another, and another, carefully setting them back into the crate with the resigned patience of someone who had not planned to spend his morning negotiating with produce. The pears, at least, had shown some dignity....Most of them stayed put.

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex | Sergeant Omen

Saram's Equipment

Attire Lead-bearing Gear Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s)

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  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
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  • Reflec-based Shadowskin-coated 'Sapanyc Gaa'kaan'yaim' Magnetic Retention Holster with micronized Voidstone lining
    • 1x belt-mounted knife sheathe
    • 1x thigh holster w/ magazine storage loops
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  • '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
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
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  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
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  • K-03 Kal (2)
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  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)

Saram watched Omen's ship leave until the sound of items crashing to ground was almost immediately picked up by her enhanced senses. She immediately instinctively drew her LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol, flicked the safety off and made her way over, suddenly wishing she had her armor on instead of wearing what were essentially glorified underclothes. Well, they weren't, but they may as well shabla have been if a real fight broke out.

As she got closer however, she could see that was very much not the case. Hesitantly, she holstered her weapon as she started to make sense of what had just happened. Saram paused as she observed the scene unfolding in front of her. She dropped down on one knee and picked up the pieces of scattered fruit that were near her. Carefully, she placed the fruit back on the cart, "There you go, friend." She kept her accent as close to neutral was she could muster, not to confuse the poor man.

Saram would be lying if she said this odd vhett with shabla chainmail didn't pique her curiosity at least somewhat. Not that she was planning to pry. The man's scars obviously hinted at a career that involved a greater degree of violence than what a farmer might be expected to see. Reminded her of home in a way. Probably just a coincidence.

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal​

Matthew was quiet as he considered this reasoning. "Resourceful of you," Matthew stated softly. "It is not often that opportunity knocks. It takes nerve to make a decision like that."

He let his gaze pass briefly toward the rescued children, where small hands clung to blankets, cups, and one another. Then he looked back to Novac. "And I do believe you meant well." The words were gentle, but they did not excuse the matter.

"Wanting to take tools from the Sith and turn them toward mercy is not, in itself, an ugly instinct. There is courage in seeing a chance to do good and refusing to look away from it." Matthew folded his hands neatly before him. "But courage without discipline can be dangerous..."

He allowed the silence to sit for a few long moments...

"Tell me young one... do you understand the purpose of the chain of command?" Matthew's expression remained composed, but his eyes softened a touch before glancing towards Roten and smiling faintly...