Faction [GA + NJO] Indoumodo Crisis

[Valery Noble]

Indoumodo

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For months, Jedi Master Valery Noble had been in contact with representatives of both sides of a growing conflict on Indoumodo. In a so-called neutral zone between the two large continents, a group of mines with valuable minerals were discovered, and both had attempted to claim them. This sparked an immediate conflict that quickly got violent as well, leaving many of the mines destroyed by their own weapons. But even that wasn't enough to stop either sides from escalating it further.

As an outsider and a Jedi, Valery was hoping to use her neutrality and diplomatic skills to find a peaceful resolution, but the morning she was supposed to arrive at a chosen location near the neutral zone, she never showed up. Her unarmed, diplomatic shuttle had been shot down over a forest, and Valery's body was never found. A rescue group consisting of Kahlil Noble , Corazona von Ascania and Capris Halcyon went to investigate the crash site, and set out together to find the missing Sword of the Jedi.

But the problems on Indoumodo can't be ignored.

Objective I - A Peaceful Resolution​

While an armed conflict already started up again, the chance for a diplomatic solution isn't quite lost yet. In a settlement within the neutral zone, representatives of both sides make their demands known to each other. With the help of senators, Jedi or other diplomatic figures from the Alliance, a larger conflict may still be preveneted. But be aware, as yet unknown players have opted to send assassins to target these representatives of both the planet itself, as well as the Alliance, likely because they benefit from the conflict.
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Objective II - War Zone​

The former Neutral zone has been turned into a war zone, and many smaller villages have been set ablaze. As a result, Jedi have been tasked to put out these fires, offer assistance to people in need, and defend them against aggressive forces. But this is no easy task, as armies of both sides continue to turn heavy weapons, ranging from fighters, to artillery and other ground forces against each other.

They will not hold themselves back from turning against the Jedi either.
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[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Indoumodo Neutral Zone
- Open to interaction -​

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Indoumodo was teetering on a dangerous precipice. Shedding blood over material gains was a tale as old as time, but no less senseless because of it. The planet wasn't even in Alliance space, but that neutral factor is what made the GA's diplomats an effective middleman. And Jedi in particular were hardly the kind to let political borders get in the way of offering help.

Now that Valery Noble, who had been overseeing this task prior, was gone, they had to act quick to make sure negotiations didn't fall through completely. The disappearance of their already established intermediary was likely going to shake the trust of the Indoumodo delegates, but Amani liked to think she was up to the task. She was always more a peacekeeper than a warrior. And being so close to the inner workings of the Senate had to count for something, right? Hopefully, the people here would listen to reason over avarice. Or chances are nobody would be getting what they wanted by the end.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Indoumodo
Tags: Amani Serys

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It took something as simple as a pocket of oil to drive even the most civilized people to chaos. Jasper wasn't surprised by this. What has taken him by surprise instead was the fact that someone had shot down the Sword of the Jedi to ensure that conflict escalated. There was certainly a great deal of things running through the mind of the knight. After all, he was the youngest councilmember with the most to prove, and that wasn't mentioning that his close friend and mentor was lost, very likely being held against her will. At a moment least expected, the galaxy bared it's fangs to test the Sentinel of Harmony.

He had already taken steps to insure that, as conflict raged in the neutral zone, the medical supplies of the Shield Core were available for the wounded. Jasper was to join the negotiations next, but he wasn't there to negotiate. Everything about the present scenario reeked of foul play. It would take very little to escalate the situation. Even a singular death could drive the planet of Indoumodo down a path of self-destruction. If the disappearance of Valery wasn't evidence of the will to do so, Jasper didn't know what was.

"Good luck with the negotiations," Jasper muttered to Amani, keeping his voice low. "I'm keeping a hand on the pulse of the guard detail. I... expect the worst."

And with that, the Jedi found himself a quiet corner to observe the proceeding discussion.

 

[Alicio Organa]

OBJECTIVE 1
INDOUMODO
- Amani Serys - Jasper Kai'el - OPEN -
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//...Frankly, all this conflict is doing is delaying your access to the mines, and bleeding credits in future reconstruction efforts.//

Alicio's distinct, calm yet assertive murmur could be heard loud and clear in the meeting clearing at the center of the neutral settlement, albeit with a slight, robotic distortion. The reason would become clear as one entered the area- Alicio Organa wasn't here, per se.

His flickering, undulating, blue visage stood tall over a hovering holoprojector. He still wore his best clothes, dark robes and a cape, with a simple sliver chain mantling his collar, despite the distance. Though the struggling, upset infant in his arms certainly wasn't regulation.

//It's projected- shhh, August... projected that both sides will lose far more than they would gain from victory if this conflict lasts even a couple of months.// The Count tried his best to placate the baby, who seemed to be having none of it, squirming and whining against his best efforts. Alicio wasn't a part of the main negotiations- he couldn't be, as distracted and distanced as he was. But he would help set up the Alliance delegation for success, as much as he could while watching over the kids.

An Indoumodan diplomat looked the senator up and down, as she tried to decide exactly how to feel about the odd sight. "If we stop fighting now, our enemies could use the opportunity to..." Soft crying erupted from Alicio's hologram. "Um... do you need to...?"

//Sorry. O-one moment.// Alicio stepped out of the hologram, returning with two babies, each cradled in one arm. They both seemed to fuss against him, but at least they weren't crying. //On your point, if you would allow us, the Alliance would be happy to provide oversight. There are Jedi delegates on-world now. I'm sure they could be convinced to watch over the planet until a compromise is reached...//

All considered, Alicio seemed to be doing well. Though he could certainly use a little assistance.

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Indoumodo
With: Loomi | Ko Vuto | Rosalina | Tala Vale | Chirp
Equipment: Robes | Lightsaber | Chase Spymaster​

Crimson flames licked at his face.

The uncontrolled heat of the dancing inferno was intense, almost enough to melt skin from bone. The Jedi Knight wasn't sure if it was possible to get a sun tan from fire, but if it was possible then he was near certain that he was going to have a sun tan akin to that of a God by the time the mission was completed.

Property burnt around him. Shuttles, buildings and businesses all forming one big raging inferno. From somewhere in the distance, a woman screamed. Her voice blended in to all of the other shouting that was going on. From somewhere else, the noise of a child could be heard. Said child was crying and begging for help. No child should have been in that situation.

Yet he wasn't the only one.

Children were sobbing as they lost toys, their homes and most importantly their families. Parents were breaking down as they lost businesses, their homes and most importantly their children. Somewhere in the far distance, two people were trying to move fallen support beams and dig through collapsed rubble to free a group of children.

The Jedi Order had been dispatched to help, but Caden didn't know what else to do.

All around them, the former bright green jungles of Indoumodo burned. What was once an area of natural stunning beauty was now a brutal warzone that had been destroyed, engulfed in the oppressive, uncontrolled crimson flames much like the small village that the Jedi Knight and his gang of merry Padawan's had been attempting to save from destruction.

Jedi Knight Caden Evesa kept his palm out, the Force forming a barrier between himself and the flames that wanted to take his life. Chirp was besides him, silent. Caden assumed he'd overheated and shut down. Behind him, a group of children huddled together crying. They had put all of their faith in the Jedi Knight to save them, but it looked unlikely that he would be able to. Flames surrounded them on all sides, closing in to claim lives.

Even the air felt hot. Breathing hurt.

Caden kept the barrier of the Force up. He thought about how everything had happened. He had arrived to Indoumodo with his two Padawan learners, Loomi and Tala. They'd been joined by two others, Jedi Padawan's known as Ko and Rosalina. They'd flown down to the surface on the Vis Inflexio and moved towards the first burning village they had seen. After that, everything had just sort of gone a little wrong.

Now he was going to die, and he wouldn't even be able to save the children he was trying to protect. He didn't know how long he would be able to keep the Force Barrier up. He didn't know if he would be able to stop the flames approaching from behind. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't think of any other options. He didn't have any other options.

In that moment, he was scared.

 

[Makko Vyres]

Objective II - War Zone

Makko was further from the fires than some of the other Jedi in the area. It put him further from the dangerous flames, but instead he was left rushing between cover as shells rained down on the areas.

Heavy blasters had started the fires. In these outskirts the enemy forces were attempting to soften up the defences with artillery before an assault.

He'd seen one of the shells go off. It had been almost calm. No bright lights, no flames. A loud bang and a cloud of dust and then everyone fell down and bled out from the shrapnel.

Makko felt a sting of pain. At least, he thought he did. His awareness of the Force had grown. This was a shadow of the future.

Makko dove into a nearby block of houses as more shells rained down.

 

[Loomi]

Indoumodo
Tags: Caden Evesa , Ko Vuto , Rosalina , Tala Vale

"They're in here!"

Loomi called out to her companions, having gone ahead to feel for their lost Jedi Knight with her force tracking. Her voice was, unfortunately, not very confident, coming out in a far more shaken manner that reflected how stressed she was. She had just gotten a master, and now she was overcome by the fear that she was already going to lose him.

The good thing was, at least as the Godoan attempted to be positive, she narrowed it down to a pocket of flames, with the presence of individuals within. Loomi could feel their feet shifting nervously, sending vibrations through the ground.

"A-alright," Loomi stammered, "I-I think I have an idea, b-but I need scraps of metal. I-If I can weave enough together we can lay it down on the flames and make a bridge out. W-whatever i-isn't going to catch fire will do."

The Godoan was keeping herself composed, but it was very clear that she was on the verge of a panic attack. The fact that she had even formulated a plan at all was impressive, given her current state. That didn't mean she was calm. Nowhere close to it. Loomi was terrified. In that moment, having just thrown together a haphazard plan, she looked to the other present padawans for reassurance.

She just needed to know that the idea wasn't stupid. Stupid plans saved no lives.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Indoumodo
With: Caden Evesa | Loomi | Rosalina | Tala Vale

Nearby in yet another home thick plumes of obsidian smoke liberally poured from the doors and windows. Though it wasn’t really a blaze like some other buildings, it was still a death trap, for most people at least. Ko himself had charged right in, after coming into the realization that uniquely suited for such a task. So he made a mad dash into the smoldering home. Not an ounce of doubt inside of himself. Was he brave, or just reckless?

Even though the burning smoke particulates couldn’t get past his goggles he was still blinded by it. Only able to trust in The Force to sense where the children inside were stuck. Two young girls was all he knew, too scared to leave their home despite the immediate threats. Ko himself practically hugged the ways to help guide him to the room he knew they were in. His special breath mask keeps him from instantly suffocating from the lack of oxygen inside. Eventually he made it to where the kids were and rather ungently hoisted them up into his arms. They were low, which kept them a bit more safe from the rising smoke, but they were both unconscious by the time he grabbed them.

Hastily he made his exit, with the children in hand where others worriedly waited and helped take them as Ko fell to his knees to catch his breath. Although largely unharmed from smoke inhalation it was still unpleasant. Labored breathing came through his mask, he wished for nothing more than to rip it off his face and take a deep breath of fresh air. But such an act would hurt him, and with the raging fires all around, clear air wouldn’t be what he was breathing. With how out of control the flames were, he believed preventing or fighting them outright was no longer realistically plausible. They had to save what they were good at, and the most important thing to save was people. Material things can be rebuilt and reacquired. People could not.

His rather nice Jedi robes were stained and scorched. Covered in soot and ash and many parts of clothing around his torso were getting ripped or torn as well. Getting himself back up to his feet he jogged over to where Loomi was trying formulating a plan. They sought to create a bridge of non-flammable material to save people behind more flames. Still catching his breath, Ko looked down to her and gave a nod. “Good idea Loomi, I’ll help. You won’t want people running across scorching metal.” Saying that last wasn’t a criticism, nor was he judging her for not possibly taking that into account. “I’ll see about cooling the path for the bridge.” It would be a bit more difficult since he didn’t have a firehose or water cannon to douse the area. Fire needs three things, fuel, heat, oxygen. Take out one of those things and it can collapse like a house of cards. Under the bridge that Loomi was trying to create Ko reached his hand out and into The Force. Doing what he could to set aside the panic and emotionally charged situation they were all in right now. But he was struggling.

Taking a deep breath he attempted to block out his surroundings and focus on the task at hand. Closing his eyes he knelt down and pleased his clawed hand down onto the warm and dry ground before him. Bringing his mind back to his farming days before suddenly a subtle wave shook through the ground in front of him and under the fire Loomi wanted to cross. As if he was telekinetically tilling a field on an agriworld. Instantly and greatly loosening up the dirt and soil to bury the base of the fire and suffocate it for the bridge to be built over without it still being cooked underneath. Right after he did, Ko's ego once more came to the forefront of his mind and he got up. Having reached into the force to achieve a very very mild application Alter Environment. He couldn’t call upon a rain storm to put out the flames, but he could somewhat use the ground to bury it a little.

 

[Rosalina]

Caden Evesa Loomi Ko Vuto Tala Vale

"Hnnngg...RAH!"

Rosa groaned out loud as she yanked the gutters from a burning home. By far the largest and strongest of their Padawan troupe, it made sense that the muscled green teenager would volunteer to gather materials for the bridge.

Loomi's nerves were plain as day, but the Godoan was thinking. Which was good, because Rosa couldn't think beyond fire. Her brain needed a task, and that task was to tear as much metal as she could from their surroundings. With a throaty grunt, she shouldered the gutters and stumbled away from the smoldering home.

"Ope...sorry." She mumbled softly on instinct for property destruction.

Another grunt vibrated in her throat as she heaved the gutters to the ground and began bending the edges straight. While feeding a newly flattened slab of metal to Loomi, Rosa watched in slack-jawed amazement as Ko manipulated the soil to snuff a small section of the fire.

That was amazing.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective II - War Zone

Makko was further from the fires than some of the other Jedi in the area. It put him further from the dangerous flames, but instead he was left rushing between cover as shells rained down on the areas.

Heavy blasters had started the fires. In these outskirts the enemy forces were attempting to soften up the defenses with artillery before an assault.

He'd seen one of the shells go off. It had been almost calm. No bright lights, no flames. A loud bang and a cloud of dust and then everyone fell down and bled out from the shrapnel.

Makko felt a sting of pain. At least, he thought he did. His awareness of the Force had grown. This was a shadow of the future.

Makko dove into a nearby block of houses as more shells rained down.

As Makko sought shelter in the residential block, Starlin popped up from behind a couch. He held his lightsaber in one hand, the blue blade lighting up the darkened room. In his other hand he held... a blood-stained carrot?

"Oh, it's you." He glanced at the inexplicable bloody carrot in his hand, seemed to debate how he would explain its presence, then gave Makko a tight-lipped smirk. "What's up, doc?"

Tossing the gory vegetable over his shoulder without further elaboration, he pulled his Padawan into cover. Ceri was presumably nearby. There was no way in hell Lief was coming with them to a battlefield like this, so it was just the three of them. Starlin had decided to send Makko out to do some scouting, instructing him to avoid any direct engagements and report back what he found. Meanwhile he and Ceri had held down the fort there.

"You all right?" Starlin asked. "What did you see out there?"

Makko Vyres Ceri Fraissi​

 

[Kassogtha Cthylla]

Objective I: Diplomacy
Accompanied by: Master Oukranos Cthylla, male Pylantian Jedi Consular
Tags: Amani Serys Jasper Kai'el Alicio Organa
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"A ceasefire would require both sides to trust each other," Kass remarked, gesturing with her cephalopods as she spoke. "At this stage, I doubt that is possible without some assurance. Is there something which could be used as collateral, besides the mines?"

As a Jedi Master and Consular, she had been asked to come to Indoumodo in a diplomatic capacity. The librarian had accepted, albeit with some reservations. After all, she didn't want to frighten the other delegates. But thus far no one had objected to her appearance.

If anything, the presence of Oukranos at her side had drawn more attention than her. Even in plain Jedi robes, he cut a distractingly good-looking figure. Though if he noticed he was being stared at, he didn't seem to care.

As the two infants continued to wail, Kass turned her many eyes upon the hologram of Alicio Organa. "If I may, Senator Organa—perhaps giving them their pacifiers would help?" she suggested gently.

 

[Thelma Goth]

Objective II: War Zone
Tags: Silas Westgard Cailen Corso
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The Neutral Zone had become an inferno—literally. Something had to be done about the fires before they could spread into areas occupied by civilians either in hiding or attempting to flee.

Initially Thelma had tried to use the Force to snuff out the flames, starving them of oxygen. But when that became too taxing, she had resorted to more traditional methods.

A fire truck hooked up to the city's water supply was now blasting streams of water at a burning building. Using the Force, Thelma directed the moisture to other areas. She found it easier to control the elemental flow of water than to engage in Force manipulation at the molecular level.

She sensed a familiar presence approaching from the site of the battle, and smiled to herself. Silas was here. The little vampiress didn't pause in her efforts to combat the blaze, but she was glad that he was all right.

 

[Loomi]

Indoumodo
Tags: Ko Vuto , Rosalina , Caden Evesa , Tala Vale

“I’ll see about cooling the path for the bridge.”

Loomi stood in a daze for a moment, slightly taken aback. She hadn't been rebuked by anyone. A wind of confidence came back to the Godoan. Her suggestion was good. Yeah. Everything would be fine.

"Y-yeah," she nodded, "That would be perfect."

Almost immediately, Loomi began weaving whatever she could find together, pulling at threads from the force around her. The metals were starting to heat up, enough to where she needed to keep a bit of distance between them and her hands to not singe her fingers. The largest of the group, Rosalina, had begun tearing off grates and rain gutters to add to the bridge, which brought Loomi a bit of relief. She didn't know how she would've gathered all the materials without the others.

If she couldn't save people on her own, was she even...

"Ope...sorry."

Rosalina muttered this as she teared off a gutter. It brought a bit of sympathy out of Loomi. That was a mood.

"Don't worry, you're doing great," she assured instinctively. "It's more important that people get out of here alive."

She had more to work with though. Before long, something resembling a long made of heaps of garbage appeared. Certainly no bridge, but bridge enough to be usable.

Loomi hoped, anyways.

"I-I think I'm done!" the Godoan exclaimed. "W-we need to get it on top of the flames!"

 

[Thalia Senn]

Loomi | Ko Vuto | Caden Evesa | Tala Vale
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It wasn't often Thalia wore her robes these days. Life as a Jedi in the Outer Rim was much easier when you dressed like a Pamarthen spacer. In situations like this however, it was important that one was seen. She'd traded her bodysuit and scarf for the tunic her master had gotten for her, light blue with a white design across her chest. That bit was her own idea, Mandalorian iconography that she'd really connected with after the war. An iron heart. She also wore the traditional robes of a Jedi overtop but the tunic was truthfully easier to move in.

In the wake of Master Noble's disappearance several Jedi Knights and at least one Jedi Master had been dispatched to handle the political aspects of this dire situation. A smattering of padawans and a few Knights had been sent to deal with the general lawlessness and warfare that pervaded throughout the countryside. She was coming up on a group of them now, her robes flapping behind her as her speeder approached the growing flame. She pulled back and watched, her arms crossed across her chest. This would be good practice for the young padawans. This planetary war was nothing like the battles she and others of her generation had fought in during the Second Great Hyperspace war, but it would give them an appreciation for the peace that had been bought with the lives of so many.

"You're doing great!" Thalia called out to them, using the Force to amplify her voice over the din of general chaos and the roar of crackling flame.

 

[Tala Vale]

Somewhere in the far distance, two people were trying to move fallen support beams and dig through collapsed rubble to free a group of children. As they struggled to lift the last support that covered the air pocket the children were in, another pair of hands grasped the pillar and pushed it off. Tala's forehead had blood seeping out from when a metal roofing tile had fallen and cut it open. Still, the Jedi Padawan had only time to hastily throw a bandage around her head before moving on. There were people that needed saving. Always more.

As the pair of natives and Jedi had coaxed the children out of their hole and led them to safety, she noticed the other padawans had started to build a bridge to safety. Putting a hand on one of the Native man's shoulders, Tala pointed to it. "Start moving people across the bridge. It is our only chance to get everyone out of here in one piece." The man bulked at the order. "But the village... We can still save it." Tala just shook her head as she tried to fight the urge not to shake the man free of his delusions. "No, we can't. Even with the flames down we don't have any support to fight the fires and 5 Jedi aren't a company of firefighters with air support. You can rebuild this village but you can't rebuild lives that are lost if we stay here. Now go!" Tala pushed the man away and the men helped usher the children toward the ramshackle bridge, all Tala could think was What a mess...

Caden Evesa , Loomi , Ko Vuto , Rosalina , Thalia Senn

 

[Joland Graves]

OBJECTIVE 2
DROPSHIP; ENROUTE TO COLLAPSED MINE

He was actually starting to miss Coruscant.

Thats how bad things were.

A backwater planet struck gold (not literally). The promised economic boom turned into a brutal civil war as opposing powers vied for control and supremacy. Rich veins of valuable minerals below the surface gave way to rivers of blood above.

It wasn't a recipe for success, but it was baked into the sentient condition — tribal conflict as resource management. Even in Wild Space, the inhabitants of Indoumodo were not immune.

Now, half the planet was on fire, Master Noble was missing, and there was no end to the destruction in sight.

So yeah, kinda missing smelly old Coruscant.

Joland stared out the transparisteel viewport of the Alliance dropship, blue eyes lost in smothering clouds of smoke. He couldn't see the destruction, but he could feel it. Fires raged below, smoke rose, and ash fell. It was hell and the Force let him know it. Death engulfed everything. He grit his teeth together in frustration. He didn't have time for sorrow.

This was a rescue mission. Preliminary drone surveys discovered life signatures on a collapsed mine on the eastern edge of the neutral zone. People were still alive. Time was of the essence.

The dropship carefully approached the landing zone and Joland hopped out. Black combat boots landed on a thick layer of soot. Ash fell from the skies like snow and peppered his head and shoulders. The smell was overwhelming — sulfur and death. The young padawan consulted his holomap and trudged forward to his destination. When he got there, he wondered with bated breath, would it still be a mine? or would it just be a graveyard?

Either way, it definitely wasn't Coruscant.

 

[Syd Celsius]

Wearing: 90 Suit

Hooded Cloak

Armed With: Wind and Fire Wheels

Objective: 2


Syd tossed and turned in her sleep, memories of The Battalion's near total victory over her on loop, memories of suffering as she merged with the only entity powerful enough to repair her, as their memories and thoughts and emotions seeped into one another, blending at the seams.

Syd had thought she understood suffering. Her loss at Korriban and the price of failure afterwards taught her she had understood nothing.

She awoke in the dark of her quarters aboard a Lambda shuttle. She had removed any surface that might possibly reflect her gorgeous face, for she hated it for belonging to the creature who had stolen Laertia/Maple/Both from her/The Reflection.

She showered, dressed, combed her hair and then sat at her table, miming eating food from an empty bowl , as she could not justify pouring the actual cereal today.

Her skill with flames was still considerable but much had been lost in her battle on Korriban. It wasn't that she was no longer capable of wielding Flame to the highest of skill, it was a matter of remembering how.

Syd conjured a fireball, but only with great difficulty. It would have been trivial to the old her.

She held it in her hand, maintaining it's cohesion for a few seconds before dispersing it.

Syd couldn't stand being stuck in a safehouse.

She had landed the shuttle far behind friendly lines, and stepped out, her catsuit clad figure hidden by a long, hooded brown cloak whose shadows hid her face. Her Lightsaber dangled idly from a belt. She used the same transponder codes Nathan used.

Infernos. Perfect practice.

Syd battled her own mind as she walked, tensing as she unexpectedly felt the presence of Starlin Rand and realized, or rather, remembered with a sudden shock he had his own Padawans.

Her heart swelled unexpectedly in joy and pride at his accomplishments as she headed to where the fires were largest, her senses alive to the danger everywhere as she began quieting down some of the larger fires, allowing more first responders to get through and rescue people.

That was when, to her shock, she spotted Nathan Bloodscrawl , teleporting people out of burning buildings and wrecks to safety.

He stopped after getting a injured Jedi to a medic.

"You." he said simply, eye twitching like Inspector Dreyfuss in The Pink Panther.

"Uh...Hi..." she replied uneasily.

"What is your purpose here?" he asked.

"Same as you. Putting out a Phyre."

"Was that supposed to amuse me?" he asked calmly, unsmiling.

"No." she said quickly, unsettled by how he didn't seem to breathe unless you were really looking closely.

"As long as you are here, make yourself useful. The enemy has hammered this spot relentlessly. I'm going to engage them directly, try and take the heat off first responders. You...do whatever the feth you please, actually."

Nathan teleported away

"You're not her student..." she said under her breath, not remembering her former lover could also teleport, The Reflection's own memories still recovering from the hellish merging and not up to speed either.

So who the feth are you?

Syd didn't dwell on it, no longer having the time. The hell fire around her needed snuffing.

She walked forward through ash covered ground, a wave of her hand dispersing intense flames that had surrounded a group of children. Fething bastards wanted money so bad they would shell innocent children to get it. She almost wanted to be where Nathan was, but the Civilians needed her more than those Motherfethers needed to burn. She could only hope Nathan thrashed them as badly as she wanted to.

As if on cue, an artillery cannon that had been shelling this area exploded in the distance. It had been Nathan.

She had felt his cold determination as he had done it. She pitied him. Even as she felt his loathing of her for reasons she didn't understand and couldn't perceive.

She conjured a large Fireball and hurled it at an incoming Missile, the intense heat causing it warhead to detonate in the air harmlessly before it reached it's target. Her weakened sense of danger didn't sense the blaster bolt hitting her leg in time and she doubled over from the pain and she whispered a whirlwind curse that sent him spinning away from her in the air, hitting burnt out wreckage before he could aim at her again.

She limped, her suit starting to fix the damage but it hurt like hell, and the whispers were starting up, making her struggle to put out even one blaze as she fought back a wave of traumatic memories of slaughter...

Loomi

Caden Evesa

Makko Vyres

Ko Vuto

Rosalina

 

[Ceri Fraissi]

SPARKY
"NEUTRAL ZONE" | INDOUMODO
TAG: Starlin Rand | Makko Vyres

APOCALYPSE​

What on earth did Starlin get her into?

It was a nightmare. Ceri was legit scared as explosives went off all around outside and the sound of fires raging a bit further off. She was way out of her depth. She'd never been in a situation like this. Nothing Starlin had taught her so far could have prepared her emotionally for a war zone like this.

Her Master had ushered her into a residential building and there Ceri had curled herself into a ball behind some couch to try and get a handle on her fear. Starlin was taking cover somewhere else.

And then someone burst into the room.

That was more than the Chandrilan Padawan could handle.

One of her cobalt blades ignited as she jumped up from behind the chaise she was hiding behind, brown eyes wide in fear. Though it seems she wasn't the only one who had the same idea. Starlin was standing behind his couch too with his blade ignited an a....carrot? What?

"Oh, it's you."

That's when Ceri realised it was just Makko. Her heart was feeling like it was going to jump out of her mouth. She immediately tried to breathe slower and deeper to calm herself. Keep it together, Ceri, she told herself as Starlin asked Makko what he had seen outside.

"We're going out there again, aren't we?" she asked to both of them after Makko gave his findings.

 

[Makko Vyres]

Starlin Rand Ceri Fraissi

"We're going out there again, aren't we?" she asked to both of them after Makko gave his findings.

Makko gave a slow nod. They had to. His heart was thumping. If the explosion hadn't been enough, the greeting of two lightsaber from the darkness had sent his pulse soaring.

"Shells are still coming down," he said. "But I can feel people all around. They're frightened. If they're here when the troops roll in..."

Not far from them people were fleeing from the fires, but here some civilians still hid in their houses.

"If I concentrate, the Force tells me before more come down."

It still shocked him out quickly each explosion was over. A bang, a plume of dust and death all around. Such an inelegant weapon.

"We need to get people out of here."

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Indoumodo
With: Loomi | Ko Vuto | Rosalina | Tala Vale | Chirp
Equipment: Robes | Lightsaber | Chase Spymaster​

Help was coming.

He had to believe it. He had to hope that either of his Padawan's would be coming to his aid, or Rosalina, or Ko. He didn't even know Rosalina or Ko, but he had to hope that they could help. He had to keep hoping that one of them would come to his rescue and save both him and the children he was protecting from the ever closer flames.

Something smelt like burning. The smell was filling the air, nearly disracting the young Jedi Knight from the Force Barrier he was producing. It took a few moments for Caden to realise that the smell of burning was coming from him. He looked down and saw flames licking at his arms, burning the hairs from the flesh of the Jedi Knight they were attached to.

The flames were close. They were circling the group from in front and behind. He couldn't hold them back any longer.

Blackness was taking over his vision, he was exhausted. He'd put so much into protecting the children and at the moment he realised he had failed them. He had failed them and they were all going to die. At that moment he realised just how much in his life he regretted, how many decisions he had made that he wished he could change. Just how many friends he wanted to reconnect with.

Caden dropped to a knee, exhausted.

At that moment all he wanted to do was give up. He had put so much energy into the Force Barrier, physically drained himself to keep the flames away and he had failed. The flames were too close, literally licking at the skin of the Jedi Knight. His hairs were singed, his flesh was starting to turn red from the flames that were attacking it.

Then his saviour came.

There was no pretty way to describe it. Something akin to a bridge appeared, made out of trash and scraps of metal that had clearly been found around the village. Caden watched as it was moved on top of the fire, beginning to starve the crimson fury of it's oxygen supply. Once it was in place, it opened up a way out of the fire for the group that were trapped.

One way out for Caden and the children.

"About time! My days am I glad to see you guys! Get the children out of here, now!"

He offered a little smile towards the group of Padawan's who had just been responsible for saving his life. The job wasn't done though. Flames continued to get closer from every other angle, closing in on the group with haste. They would have to move quickly if they wanted to get the kids over the makeshift bridge and out of harms way.

The Jedi Knight spun, moving his Force Barrier to cover as much of the oncoming fire as he could. Seeing his friends, his Padawan's and colleagues had given him the burst of energy that he needed. He got back to his feet, reaching out with his palms. He put all of his energy into his projection of the Force, knowing full well he needed to keep the flames away until the Padawan's had finished their rescue efforts.

Children ran past the Jedi Knight, towards the Padawan's who had saved their lives and the local civilian population who had gathered behind them. Some children went to parents, others tried to seek comfort from the group of Padawan's. One of them even pushed Chirp out from the flames. The rest just ran out and stood with their Jedi rescuers, watching in shock as their village burned down around them.

Eventually, it was just Caden left.

Within moments of the final child getting free of the circle of fire, the Force Barrier that the Jedi Knight was projecting dropped. He took a breath and began to back away from the flames that were approaching him, seeking to take his life. The bridge had held up so far, it just needed to hold up for one more person to cross then they would all be home free.

Somewhere close, an explosion rang loud. Likely an artillery shell from the ongoing conflict. It had been a tunnel vision incident, to the point it was easy to forget that they were operating in a live conflict zone. Caden especially had been that busy on rescuing lives, he'd forgotten it. A second explosion followed only moments later, even closer than the first.

The shockwave of the blasts knocked many of the children to the floor. One child hit his head, another landed awkwardly on their arm. Most of them were okay however, short of a few bruises and scrapes. Some had even remained standing, beginning to help their friends up and ensure that they were okay and that they weren't hurt in the shockwave of the blasts.

Another had also been knocked down by the shockwave. Caden had been backing away from the crimson fire when the shells had fallen. He'd been distracted. A mixture of the shockwaves from the falling artilery shells and a loose rock had sent the Jedi Knight tumbling to the floor. The fire was moving towards him quicker than he could outrun it.

He turned his head, ensuring that he was looking at the Padawan's whom had done so well saving the lives of the children. He accepted at that moment that it was likely to be the last time he would ever see any of them. He did the only thing he could think of. He offered them a smile, to let them all know it would be okay.

Then he was engulfed in the flames.