Populate [GA/NJO] Salt, Sun and Celebration | GA Populate of Hapes

[Valery Noble]

Valery's smile softened further, eyes narrowing just a touch against the sun as she leaned back on her elbows, letting the warmth soak into her skin. The steady rhythm of the waves filled the space between them for a breath or two — quiet, but never uncomfortable.

"I get that," she said after a moment, voice low and thoughtful. "Being alone can echo louder than any battlefield." Her gaze shifted, turning toward Jonyna with quiet interest—there was no judgment in it, just a friend listening. Feeling.

"But tell me something." Her head tilted slightly. "Do you enjoy being single?" She paused, not to press, but to let the question settle. She then reached over, plucked a stray bit of seaweed off her towel and flicked it away with a smirk.

"To me, you've always sounded like someone who needs connection."

Jonyna Si ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble

"See, that's the problem." Jonyna groaned, arching her back to pop a vertebrae. "I've never been single for long. At least, not since coming out of the ice. Even before, I hadn't been single since I was 18. Dated Giran, then hooked up with Sevs, got turned into a catcicle, then came out, hooked back up with Giran, broke it off, almost immediately hooked up with Taam, then he disappeared, and hooked up with Jenn only like a few weeks after."

Jonyna looked out on the waves, letting out a sigh. "Met her right over there, too." She pointed to a spot out on the waves, as if Val would know exactly where she was talking about.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A RARE day off.
Corellia
Gold Beaches

It’s funny, when Connel first rescued Buster, he did not know how much that little pup would bring him out of his social shell.

He was still doing it.

Seeing Reina Daival , as well as others like Tigris Aphra , and Everest Vale and made a buzzline for them. Buster! Wait up! He was a good pup, happy as can be, and practically kicking up sand with how much he showed how excited he truly was, but he sat in front of the birthday girl, smiling, tail wagging, and tongue hanging out sideways.

Cooper was back with Caltin and Chrysa as Connel ran up apologetic (not everyone likes pups). Kneeling down to Buster, who was looking back and forth between him and the girls, he smiled and asked. What do you think, Buster? Do you want to wish her a “Happy Birthday”? This seemed to excite the pup even more as he was now hopping up and down, whining excitedly.

Connel just glanced to the girl and mouthed the words “He won’t move unless you let him, don’t worry.” Okay, but you have to ask permission. Buster then QUICKLY trotted up right in front of her, sat and let his tail kick up a sandstorm as he wiggled excitedly

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN​

 

[Colette]

Reina Daival

Big gatherings were still not Colette's favorite. While the others were walking around, sitting around, playing around, she was more content to spend her time elsewhere. Close-by, but not amongst the rest. In truth she most likely wouldn't have even been here had it not been for the sake of Reina who undeniably was the centerpiece of this particular gathering, it being her birthday and all.

We haven't known each other for long, but I'm happy you are letting me help you on this journey.

In another truth, Colette didn't quite get the point of birthdays either but it made some people happy to be recognized for their importance in other people's lives and she supposed she couldn't exactly blame them for that. Perhaps it was more accurate to say she didn't see the point of her own birthday given that she had no idea when it actually was and felt no need for others to tell her how important she was given that she wasn't.

Colette had set up a small circle for herself so that she could stay within sight from the others but not really have to interact with them. Eight sizable stones atop eight sturdy poles, each positioned in a flank of their own that she had to strike without touching the pole or the rock beyond a gentle tap. In essence it was Faalo's cadences, but run by someone who wasn't quite as oddly fond of balls on sticks. Enough time had passed since her injury now that Colette was making good progress to a full recovery, and this was a good way to both hone her skills and regain control her body.

So, there she was, swinging a stick at rocks with her eyes shut, trying to focus on her breathing and her control, and strangely enough it was working wonders for her. The workout gave her a much needed sense of focus, and the presence of the others did much for her to feel like she was sort of partaking but not really.

In this moment she was euphoric.

 

[Nos Voros]

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Outfit: Morale Control Beach Deployment

Utility Strap Loadout:

Spoiler: Minimalist Field Kit

* Legion Combat Pistol Mark I (micro-holstered, gripless frame)

• 1x blaster power pack (flat cell)
• Mono-wire Garrote (hidden in wristband)
• Folded datapad (micro-flex screen)
• 2x mini-stim tabs
• Microcomlink (wired to wristband)

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad | Morale Control Beach Deployment

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
(Under protest. Still armed.)

Fire Team Alpha — “Alpha Splash Unit”

• Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)
  – Wears mirrored aviators unironically. Claimed volleyball court command 3 minutes after landing. Has a strategic towel deployment zone mapped out.
• Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)
  – Has a waterproof medkit. Is already reapplying sunscreen for the 4th time. Brought electrolyte packs. No one else remembered to hydrate.
• Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)
  – Currently dual-wielding grilled nerfburgers. Plays volleyball like he’s breaching a bunker. Shirt’s been off since the shuttle landed.
• Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)
  – Folded his beach towel with military precision. Requested a rulebook for beach volleyball. Assigned to clipboard duty for morale tracking.

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Fire Team Bravo — “Bravo Wavebreaker Team”

• Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)
  – Organized beach volleyball brackets before breakfast. Refuses to wear flip-flops. Is the loudest cheerer and tactical trash-talker.
• Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)
  – Built a sand sniper nest “for the bit.” Brings peacekeeper energy. Hasn’t spoken in 20 minutes but is winning at every lawn game.
• Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)
  – Dug a sand pit large enough to hide a speeder. Keeps trying to spike the volleyball like it’s a thermal detonator. Shirt says: ‘Explosions are just loud hugs.’
• Private Cass Deren (Duros male)
  – Wears floral swim trunks. Already challenged half the squad to beachball duels. Mixed everyone’s drinks without labeling them. Chaos incarnate.

Nos hadn’t moved from his shaded position on the dune’s edge.

From here, he could see the whole court. The arc of every pass. The staggered footwork of trained killers pretending not to take the game seriously. The way Karis barked orders like it was a breach drill. The way Bex played like the ball had personally insulted his mother. He caught all of it.

And he still didn’t move.

He could hear Jil’s voice cutting through the wind — "Sides are still open!" — as if the words might actually reach him. They did. But he made no reply. Let the squad have their fun. Let the sun bleach their gear and their worries for a little while. Someone had to keep eyes up.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

Then the rhythm shifted.

Someone new stepped into the court. He could feel it — Zeltron instincts prickling like a pressure drop. The easy push-and-pull of squad emotion gained a ripple of curiosity. Caution. He tracked it with his ears first — light steps, steady breath — and then his eyes.

A young woman. Not military. Not wearing tags.

But not civilian either.

Jedi.

She moved with the kind of calm that didn’t belong on a beach. At least not in Nos’s world. It was the stillness of someone trained to listen to things no one said aloud. The kind of person who could step through a room and accidentally learn everything about everyone in it.

He didn’t trust it. Not out of paranoia. Just... experience.

She asked to join. And did.

Rubrus hesitated for all of three seconds — then adapted.

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"Guess we’re playing with the Force now," Vesik quipped, spinning the ball with his fingertips before handing it off.

"Do we need to update the scorecard for telekinetics?" Tash asked, already trying to sneak glances at Perail’s footwork.

"Only if she starts levitating teammates," Jil smirked, gesturing Perail toward Bravo’s side with a fluid flick of her hand. "Welcome to Wavebreaker Team, Rookie Jedi. Let’s see what you’ve got."

"This’ll be fun," Bex grinned, thudding two of his four fists together. "Hope she brought crash pads."

"Bet you five creds she outjumps Tash on her first serve," Drax muttered to Cass as he backed into position.

"Ten creds and I fake an injury so she replaces me," Cass fired back. "Duros knees aren’t built for Force-assisted rebounds."

"Watch her tempo," Rann said quietly, nodding toward Perail. "She doesn’t waste motion."

Respect. Not awe. Not suspicion. Just a recalibration of expectations.

That was how Rubrus worked.

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Nos didn’t smile. But something in his shoulders loosened.

The game went on.

He stood after a few moments — slowly, as if testing whether gravity had changed while he sat. One hand brushed over the utility strap on his hip. Still there. Still him.

He walked — not toward the net, not yet — but along the edge of the play zone, where sand turned firm and the shadows grew long. Watching.

Ready.

Present, at least for now.

Perail Staite | OPEN​

 

[Valery Noble]

Valery followed the gesture out toward the waves, her eyes scanning the spot Jonyna pointed to — even if the memory attached to it wasn’t hers, the weight behind it was easy to feel.

She let the silence stretch a little, just long enough to respect it. Then, she turned her gaze back to Jonyna, voice soft but steady.

"Sounds like your heart’s been sprinting from one station to the next without ever stopping to breathe." A gentle smile tugged at her lips. "And that’s not a criticism — sometimes we do what we need to survive. To feel something. To stay warm."

Valery drew her knees up loosely, arms wrapping around them as she continued, "But maybe... this is your chance to find out what it is you actually want. Not what fills the silence, or chases away the ghosts — but what truly fits. Who makes your heart feel steady, not just full."

She glanced sideways, her tone lightening just a bit. "There’s nothing wrong with meeting someone new. Or dating again. You don’t have to swear off love like it’s some kind of punishment. But maybe don’t rush it either — unless you know it’s what your heart wants right now, not just what it’s used to needing."

A breath of wind stirred Valery’s hair, and she brushed it back behind her ear. “You’ve got time, Jonyna. Time to figure out what your heart really needs. And if that takes a little wandering, a little stillness... that's alright too.”

Jonyna Si ​

 

[Alexander Hayes]

Outfit: Link
Tags: Open​

Alexander was never one to miss an opportunity to soak up some sun. He had caught word that one of the Jedi Padawans was organizing a birthday celebration for one of their own. But it was also a chance for others within the Alliance to take a break from what felt like endless conflicts.

The K’paur knew all too well the desire to just keep working, to keep one’s mind and body active. He had felt that enough after Selvaris, having been hospitalized for several months. The moment he returned to Alliance; back into active duty, Alex had dived head first into the deep end.

But since then, he had come to value the moments where he could just disconnect and recharge. It was well and good keeping active, but there was always the risk of burning out, going too hard, too fast could result in mistakes being made. Not just to one’s self, but to others around too.

So Alex travelled to Corellia, fully intent on taking advantage of relaxing and enjoying the sun and waves.

The K’paur was dressed in what he called the ‘Four S’s.’ Shirt, shorts, sandals & shades. Albeit, the sandals were absent, in favour of feeling the warm sand against his feet. And his shirt was presently being held over his shoulder. Muscled flesh fully on display, a myriad of scars decorating it. His robotic arm reflected the sunlight as he walked, showing where metal met flesh.

With a rolled up towel under arm, Alexander walked the length of the beach. He caught sight of a familiar face, one Valery Noble who seemed to be talking with a fellow Jedi. Jonyna Si if he wasn’t mistaken. Someone he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting, but whose reputation certainly preceded her.

He gave both a nod as he passed them. Whatever they were talking about, the K’paur didn’t need to overhear a word to know it was personal.

 

[DEVILMAN]

Corellia – Southern Shoreline – Reina Daival's Hotel Room
Objective: Return What Was Lost
NPC(s): Sage
Vehicles: Devilmobile, Devilwing​

Today seemed fitting for what the Detective had planned for one Reina Daival. He had encountered the Jedi Padawan on the planet Onderon in the Hapes System after the slaughter of an entire criminal outfit transporting kidnapped refugees. His intervention had kept her alive after she had attacked without the aid of her lightsaber.

A mistake, perhaps, on his part for not accounting the full measure of how vengeful she had become in that moment. To not let reason and self-preservation take root in her first. To not intervene sooner on his part. But she had survived with his medical aid and the aid of her GA allies.

Now, there had been one last assignment regarding her and her injury. The loss of her leg had been an adjustment for the Padawan. That much he knew. His only expectation had been that the loss of her limb served a lesson and reminder. That she be more careful and levelheaded.

But the loss of her limb was not a permanent mistake. With his medical technology, he had retrieved and stored the limb to later return it to the Padawan. Frozen in carbonite, the limb was transported inside of a case by his hand. A disguise was necessary to infiltrate the hotel and gain access to Ms. Daival's room. Gloved hands and an obscured face placed the case upon her bed with a birthday card atop, observant eyes scanned for anything out of place before leaving the room.

Inside the case, upon return to her room, Reina Daival would find her leg encased in carbonite along with a birthday card and a note detailing where she could receive surgery to reattach the lost limb, free of charge. Only the best medical practitioners would perform the surgery. He was assured that such an operation would be successful.

Of course, it was Reina Daival's choice to go through with such a surgery to return her limb to herself. He detailed as much in his note.

This gesture on his part was simply meant to return to her what had once been hers, if she should want it back. Other than that, his assignment was complete. He exited the building, adjusting the cap atop his facial mask as he exited the building before leaving to discard his disguise for another.

Happy Birthday, Ms. Daival.

Direct: Reina Daival | N/A || Indirect: N/A | N/A​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble

That was something to consider. She was always chasing the next thrill, not just in love, but in life. She couldn't help it, it was the result of years of fighting for her life. The high of adrenaline, the high of battle, the high of love.

"...yeah, I think I'll stay single for a while then. Just...take some me time." She paused, smiling to Val. "You're a good friend, Val. Thanks."

Jonyna took a moment to stretch, before standing up. "Make sure no one steals my towel. I'm gonna go for a surf. Need to catch some waves to think."

 

[Omega Squad]

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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Hand signals were prevalent, they were slowly making their way to where the locator placed them.

All stop.

Picket line set.

… and… in seconds the waves were crashing into them.

“Michael”, “Gabriel”, “Raphael”, “Azrael”, “Sariel” and “Jeremiel” were in dive gear slogging out of the water.

Were they armed? Sure they were, security purposes, but they were not “operational” armed.

Still though… crazy to see a team of individuals walking out of the water like that.







TAGS: @OPEN

 

[Valery Noble]

Valery smiled warmly, eyes soft with a kind of quiet pride as she watched Jonyna stretch and rise. "You're welcome," she said, voice gentle but sure. "Take that time. You've earned it." She gave a little two-fingered salute and a knowing grin. "And don't worry — I'll guard your towel like a Jedi Sentinel." With that, Valery eased back onto the towel, letting her body sink into the warmth it had gathered from the sun. Eyes closed, she breathed in the scent of salt and sand, letting the peace of the moment settle around her like a second blanket.

Then—

"Mooom!" A chorus of tiny, unmistakable voices cut through the quiet like a playful ambush. Her smile appeared before her eyes even opened.

"Uh oh," she murmured with mock dread. She propped herself up on her elbows just in time to see Vera approaching, flanked by three energetic shadows. Aeryn, all barely-contained chaos, charged ahead with a fistful of seashells already clutched in one hand. Adam wasn't far behind, bouncing like the tide itself, talking a mile a minute about something he saw in the water. And in the middle of it all, calm and sweet as ever, was little Aurra — her hands folded neatly in front of her, her expression bright.

"Hi Mommy," Aurra said simply, stepping close. Valery's heart gave that familiar little twist. She reached out and pulled her daughter into a warm hug, then extended her arms to wrap around the whole noisy trio as they tumbled in close.

"Hi, my loves," she said, pressing a kiss to Aurra's head and ruffling Adam's hair. "Stay where I can see you, alright? Right here on the beach — no sneaking off."

Aeryn snorted. "okay!" Valery gave her a look that made it clear she was serious, then smiled as Vera approached. "Thanks," Valery said with a nod. "Go have your moment—I've got them." Vera returned the smile, offered a quick wave, and wandered off down the beach, disappearing into the crowd.

Valery turned to her little ones, then smirked, "Before I let you three play, let's go wish Reina a happy birthday, okay?"

"Okay!

Jonyna Si Reina Daival ​

 

[Tyron Khan]

Waters of Corellia's Beach

Swimming in the waters to cooldown and relax from having spent some time inside of the Jedi Temple. It was rather nice to unwind but Tyron was the type of individual where his studies and training as a Jedi should remain active. The water surrounded the Besalisk and he rose up to surface watching other fellow Jedi and Alliance members rallying around the spot. Tyron wants to socialize more, make friends and whenever he has to confront any threats unification is the best way forwards

"Think it's time to try and mingle with others. I mean there are Volleyball nets set-up maybe I could ask to join a team or few to participate?"

Tyron started to swim ashore and walk out of the waters where he was soaked and dripping wet as the Besalisk emerged to approach towards the Volleyball nets set up by others. Tyron buckled down to control his nerves and remembered a line from the Jedi Code written by Odan-Urr.

"There is no Emotion, there is Peace.. C'mon Tyron don't be nervous or shy. Time to broaden your path as a Jedi and show that you can socialize with anyone and everyone. You're gonna need to real soon."

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Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Mak Manto
TAGS: OPEN

 

[Vrmorif]

....:Relaxation and Drinks:....


If one thought crossed the Chiss’s mind, it was simply this: 'This place is rather bright.' Almost too bright, in fact. Vrmorif was far more accustomed to the dim glow of intelligence offices and war rooms. Still, he had to admit—it was nice to be out in the open air for once.

He’d secured a comfortably shaded spot, thanks to the foresight of acquiring a service droid programmed to hold up a generously sized beach umbrella. From beneath its protective canopy, he occasionally sipped from a chilled glass of 'Merenzane Gold', savoring the smooth, rare flavor.

Judging by the number of people currently flooding the beach, he suspected there was some sort of special occasion occurring. Whether or not that was true, one thing was certain: today was turning out to be more interesting than he had originally anticipated.


Open

 

[Azurine Varek]

Ship In A Bottle

Outfit: Colorful Summer Clothing | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 (Hidden in arm compartment)

Azurine didn't want to be there. It was nothing against Reina in the slightest and had everything to do with the location. She stood at the edge of the sand like it might bite her. The ocean loomed just ahead—vast and endless in a way that made her stomach twist. The smell of salt in the air clung to her tongue like a warning, and though the sun bathed the beach in gold and laughter rose from the tide and firepit alike, all she could see was the water. That awful, infinite blue. It was nothing like the river at Ukatis... and so much bigger than she was prepared for even after Aris Noble 's help back then.

"Could've been anywhere else in the galaxy," she muttered under her breath. "Desert moon. Abandoned ruin. Haunted starfreighter. Hell, I would've preferred a kriffin mynock nest."

But she didn't move. She couldn't move, not with her feet half-sunk in warm sand and her jaw clenched tighter than her grip around the talisman at her throat. Her other hand held a small box wrapped in colorful cloth, corners slightly crooked from the way her still-recovering fingers had fumbled to fold it properly.

Inside was Reina's gift. A miniature ship, sealed inside a delicate bottle and carefully carved with metal patterns from hand-picked alloy and wire. Every inch of the ship was precise and carried the flaws of something made by hand. It had taken weeks to finish. Her hands, still not fully what they used to be, had trembled more than once during the process. But the movement was good for her muscles. It had healed her a little.

Even if the sea was her personal nightmare incarnate, Azzie knew it was Reina's favorite place, and she deserved something beautiful. And Eve, her sister in everything but blood, had planned all of this. Eve, who had looked up at her with that puppy dog look and hopeful glint in her eye, saying, "Reina would love the beach. Will you come?"

A flicker of movement beside her brought her gaze up—Aadihr stood just at her shoulder, his quiet presence a tether she hadn't realized she needed until now. She didn't speak, just shifted ever so slightly closer, enough to brush the edge of his arm with her own. A grounding point. She could breathe through this. Probably. Maybe.

A breeze kicked at the hem of her wrap skirt—an explosion of pinks, blues, oranges, and golds woven in loose, wandering patterns—and teased the edge of her short white and colorfully patterned crop top. She'd dressed deliberately, choosing something far from swimwear since there was no way she was getting in that water. Not even if the Force itself parted the waves like some ancient myth. At least, she didn't plan on it anyway.

She'd be right here. On dry land, thanks.

Deep breath. Her fingers dug into the talisman again. She squeezed until the etched metal pressed into her palm. Still here. Still her. With effort, she peeled her eyes away from the water and turned to scan the beach for familiar faces. Her heart still thudded in her chest like a blaster misfiring, but she was present and breathing as best she could.

She tilted her head toward Aadihr without taking her eyes off the crowd. "Bet you five credits Reina's already trying to get someone in the water, from what I've heard of her. Ten says Eve's either encouraging it or the poor, unfortunate victim." The banter helped, reminding her that she wasn't alone.

Laughter rang out down the beach. Someone had already started setting up a limbo stick. A group nearby passed a glittering ball between them with levitation tricks and shouted bets. Food smells floated through the air—grilled spices, smoking kebabs. It was… lively. Bright. So very alive. Slowly, she found her way to a bar set up far enough away from the water to keep herself steady and waved to Eve, Tigris, and Reina from there so they'd come over.

Aadihr Lidos | Everest Vale | Tigris Aphra | Reina Daival | Others around​

 

[Thilarii Altinova]

Skea & Nova​

Corellia – Southern Shoreline- Able Platoon
The music!
Jessikal Skea + Open!

A thousand years would have passed in a moment, faced with the beauty of Corellia and her shores. Perhaps the worst the galaxy could throw their way was yet to come, but if hell had been paid in full for just a moment longer upon those shores, he'd have paid with interest. Lost in the waves and warm sands sprawling in all directions, Thilarii found himself plagued with an infectious smile. Temporary as it may have been, already the troubles of this hollow galaxy were washed from hand and mind alike. Of course, the ever lovely Senator Skea, who stood before him, played well into that feeling.

Still, the captain played that heart-strung tune, his gaze softening and parting from the senator for the tapestry of design which flowed throughout his instrument. Cords were strung, gentle fists knocked against metal, and tunes from the soul were introduced to the world around them. However, he would not allow the soul-strung music to distract him from the Ariem captain before him, who received his full attention upon the rather quiet, drawn, and dramatic end of his little tune.

"You, ma'am, are a gem to be holding yourself to it." Thilarii raised his gaze back to meet the senator's, blindly reaching for the flask of caf tucked away alongside the heavy blaster pistol around his waist. A click release from the magnetic lock and a long drink taken from a popped cap, clearing the head of any wrong. While by no means a messy drinker, the captain still wiped away the remains from his upper lip, offering the flask over in the same motion. "I've been meaning to reach out over the holo to request your aid, but if you've a moment for office talk, I'll make it worthwhile-"

Cut off by one of his commandos, Thilarii glanced over to she who interrupted with- "Captain! If that's your flirting, stay out of the bay! I've seen Rancors with smoother words!" - spoken by one Communications sergeant, Violet Iparis. She'd been a native to Corellia, and was found howling through teasing. Thilarii brought a glance down to the watch upon his wrist, retorting back-

"Violet, why are you drinking at fourteen hundred?!" Anger did not flood his tone so much as bewilderment, clear as day to the Sanval, causing a scene so early into their conversation. That tipsy commando leaned against another through continued howls, shouting back, "It's five o'clock somewhere, Captain!" Before said captain had a chance to go scolding, Violet was already being dragged off by her fellows toward the Shepard, though not before parting with "Smooth moves Rancor!" and dastardly cackle.

Thilarii's pale features were replaced by the shades of Mustafar in short order. His gaze shifted from the drunken commando back to the senator, clearing his throat with flustered composure. "- I don't have anything for that." His lofty tone was previously held to casual speak. "Anyway... Wager you've an empty schedule in two cycles? We're out of the core then and could use some professional help- expecting refugees from beyond the veil."

 

[Aris Noble]

"I thought you'd gotten over your issues with the water. Are you still having troubles?"

Aris tilted his head as he glanced to Azurine. The water was something he personally loved, and he was well aware of the Zabrak's issue with swimming. It wasn't that long ago he had to help her into the water to follow the call of the Force, but he'd thought she'd at least gotten used to it. Then again, water as far as the eye could see with a bottom that couldn't-

Yeah maybe that was the issue. His expression softened for just a moment before a grin took over.

"If a wave comes in and sweeps you away, I'll make sure you're back on dry land real quick. So relax. The water's fine here."

Azurine Varek

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil never did like beaches growing up. By his teenage years, the few times he'd been to a beach he found himself awkward and terrified of those around him. Of those seeing who he was, and the markings all over him. The ringed scars of his arms where he'd lost them during his early training in the Zambrano house hold. Always shirt on, always sleeved, always making sure nothing could be seen.

It showed how different things were now.

He walked up to sit beside Valery on the sand, having come with Vera and the triplets to watch them run in the sand, in the water. They were free of such marks that he had at their age. They were smiling and laughing. Showing sea shells. It's what he wanted most in this world, for them to be happy. More than that, his own happiness was clear as day. He didn't bother with a shirt, didn't bother hiding the various scars, many long faded, on his skin.

He wasn't ashamed of who he was. In part because of the woman beside him.

"How long before we hear a complaint about a ruined sand castle, you think?" He flashed a grin to his wife before glancing after where the triplets were running. He had the other children, settled now on the sand before him as they started to dig around happily in the sand.

Valery Noble

 

[Davron Feln]

Sometime while he was on the beach, Davron had fallen asleep. He could hardly be blamed for it; this part of Corellia was nice this time of year, with a cool breeze coming in off the water, the waves lapping at the sands, and just the right hint of warmth from the sun. He'd long since taken to such morning strolls out along the beach, getting away from the city, away from the Saber. It was something to keep him occupied and relaxed, while he tried to relearn nearly everything he could.

Galactic history, he'd at least caught up on. While he still traveled with Auraya, she'd done a commendable job getting him brought to speed. Now, the Padawan was off on her own journey, and he'd been left with his ship, the droid on it, and his few possessions. With little else in mind, he'd come back to Corellia to try and re-train himself. He certainly didn't want to go all the way back to Epoch, and the only other place he knew of that he'd have somewhere to go would have been Coruscant.

As far removed as it all was, now...he still didn't really want to return to Coruscant.

It was slow going, though. At least he could feel his hands and feet again, which made numerous things quite a bit easier. His hearing, his sense of smell, no problems at all.

The sound was what he'd noticed first. Nearly everything else seemed to be the same as when he'd stopped to rest along his walk, and evidently dozed off, but he could hear other voices. More than he was used to, just a little ways down the beach. The air seemed warmer, the sun slightly harsher. Had he slept through lunch, then? He must have. There was music. He could smell food—

Oh, yes, he'd definitely slept through lunch.

He thrust his hand around himself in the sand for the metallic cane he'd been given when first he'd come to Corellia, using it to push himself up before he started to walk towards the sounds and smells. As familiar as he'd grown with the beach, he held it loosely in his hand. There weren't any rocks or other obstacles he really needed to worry about.

As he came closer, though, his foot came in contact with some ball or another toy, sending it bouncing along. "Oh, sorry about that," he mumbled to no-one in particular, as it didn't quite sound like anybody was close by—though only just woken up from a nap and with the music, multiple voices, and general sounds of some sort of party, he couldn't tell for sure—before stepping around whatever his foot had found.

Only to run straight into a person, this time, who had been making their way towards the water. Well and truly surprised, he found his foot caught on one of theirs, and took a tumble right back down into the sand when he wasn't able to get his balance back.

"Well, that's a grand start to an afternoon."

Jonyna Si

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Beachwear
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag: Reina Daival Tigris Aphra Azurine Varek Aadihr Lidos Aris Noble OPEN

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As Reina shuffled off toward the grill where Tigris stood tending to skewers and sun-glazed vegetables, Eve watched her go with a gentle smile curving at her lips. There was something about the way Reina moved — awkward but trying — that tugged at her chest. Eve genuinely wondered how the two would get on on their own, but she knew them both well enough to know there would most likely be a degree of friendship between them, a small spark to draw them together even if just a little bit.

Eve's thoughts had barely finished forming when she caught sight of two familiar figures cresting the curve of the dunes. Her heart leapt.

Without thinking, she sprinted, bare feet kicking up bursts of warm sand, her silver hair catching the breeze in ribbons. Isari bounded closely behind, silent and otherwise as stoic as ever.

"Azzie!" she called, voice bright and utterly joyful. In a flash, Eve wrapped her arms around the raven-haired Zabrak in a tight, sun-warmed hug.

"You came," she murmured against her friend’s shoulder, emotion thick in her chest. "I know you're not the biggest fan of the ocean. Thank you."

Then she turned slightly, extending that same warmth to the towering presence just behind her.

"Aadihr," She flung her arms around him, too—less of a leap, more of a heartful press, cheek brushing his shoulder. "I’m so glad you’re here." She had become aware that Azzie and Aadihr had become considerably closer recently. It was something that warmed her heart immensely, to know that the two had found happiness with one another. She knew they both deserved it, and the thought of it happening made her tender heart flutter.

"Aris," she said with a small smirk, turning to the young Noble next. "You're getting one too, y'know. I don't make the rules." Another wrap around of her arms and a heartfelt squeeze of her towering friend. "Thank you for coming."

When she finally stepped back, catching her breath, her eye drifted down the beach... and stilled.

There, scattered like precious gems across the sunlit shore, were people she loved.

Reina, the birthday girl, awkward and sweet as ever, doing her best to get out of her shell.
Tigris, the love of her life, dutifully grilling like it was her life purpose, just because she asked her.
Colette, brooding and watchful within her meditative space.
Masters Valery and Kahlil, enjoying a quiet moment whilst Vera and the triplets went off on adventures.
Master Jonyna, already savouring the waves.
Shan, drifting with quiet grace.
And beside her, Azzie, Aris and Aadihr, three of the strongest people she knew.

Eve didn’t speak right away. She just stood there, her hand slowly pressing to her sternum, right over her heart. The sea breeze ruffled her hair. And for a moment, she simply breathed.

So many people she adored, gathered in the sunlight. Laughing. Living.

For once, no battles. No bloodshed. Just warmth.

She blinked quickly, brushing the corner of her eye with the back of her knuckle.

"Okay," she whispered to herself, voice trembling only slightly. "Okay."

Then she turned to her friends with a grin.

"Come on. There’s grilled stuff, fizzy tea, and a beach chair with your names on it. And I’m pretty sure someone’s already setting up limbo."

She reached for Azzie’s hand before she could protest, giving it a gentle tug.

 

[Tigris Aphra]

Outfit: Bikini
Equipment: Bracelet, Lightsaber, Vibroknife
Tag: Everest Vale Reina Daival Connel Vanagor

Several of the grilling kabobs lifted from the grill and hovered, moving to a nearby platter where they settled under the tattooed padawan's control. The aroma finally got to Tigris, who had stood over the grilling food for too long without testing it. She plucked a morsel of nerf from the end of one of the skewers and quickly popped it into her mouth. As she shook her fingers to cool them after grabbing the seared meat, Hhr eyes lifted to see Reina approaching.

A small smile touched her lips. She turned to greet the redhead. "Happy Birthday." Tigris offered softly. "I'm here because I want to be." She added her smile widening.

Not unlike Reina, Tigris was not big on open signs of affection. Everest was the exception, with whom physical touch was integral to their relationship. It seemd both Reina and she were working on opening up to such things. The Atrisian moved in and gave Reina a hug, not tight, but genuine. "I hope you will enjoy yourself."

The moment was broken by the arrival of a furry bundle of excitement. One of Connel's dogs pranced eagerly nearby, it's eyes on Reina. The tall Shadow arrived as well, trying to contain the rambunctious puppy. Tigris laughed lightly at the sight. It seemed someone else had a birthday wish for Reina.

Tigris' gaze lifted again to scan the beach. So many had arrived. So many were familiar faces. She paused. She could name them one by one, people who had come into her life since joining the jedi. Some had been Eve's friends, like Azzie and Colette and Reina. Some playful rivals, like Aris. Others like the Nobles, Master Si and Knight Shan, had been role models and mentors. It was something she never had before, community.