Populate [GA] Picking Up the Pieces | GA Populate of Onderon

[Drystan Creed]

BYOO

Once he reached a distance that balanced discretion and visibility, Drystan halted, positioning himself behind an outcropping of rocks. His eyes scanned the foreign ship, its make clearly not of standard design.

His gaze dropped to the ground where it had landed. No one. Had they already left? Wandered off? His eyes searched for tracks—nothing fresh. More than likely, whoever piloted that ship was still inside.

A quick scan of his surroundings confirmed it—a presence within the vessel, but none in the immediate area. That meant he had to draw them out—but without revealing himself. There was always the risk of the ship simply taking off, and he needed to prevent that.

Nothing too drastic—just enough to get their attention. His gaze landed on a medium-sized piece of decrepit industrial machinery, half-buried in the dirt. Perfect.

With a pull of the Force, he hurled it at the ship's hull.

THUD.

The impact rang loud—a deep metallic echo that reverberated through the air, both outside and inside the vessel. No real damage—just a fresh scratch to the paint and a smear of old, thickened oil from the battered machinery.

Now, he waited.

Sevrin

 

[Sevrin]

Drystan Creed
The loud thunk outside the vessel startled him. He choked on a piece of dried jerky, slamming a hand against his chest a few times to force it down. Coughing, he squinted and glanced outside before shifting to open the ship's view hatch. Stepping onto the disembarking bars of the starfighter, he peered around, trying to determine what the heck had just happened.

Seeing no one immediately, he sighed and moved to step up and onto the wing. With a small hop, he dropped to the ground, padding slowly toward the back of the fighter to find the source of the noise.

 

[Diogo Talon]

Vera Noble

Dio was preparing to leap through the hole when Vera's hand—clammy as hell—tightened around his wrist and nearly yanked his arm from its socket.

"Woooah." He stumbled out the other side. Then they were off to the races.

Running on instinct and adrenaline, the green-haired boy fumbled for his utility belt, rifling through the grenade pouch. Pulling out the first one he could and unable to discern the explosive type, Dio hastily activated it and threw. It clanked against the metal door, rapidly beeping its warning. He looked back as ice violently exploded, quickly expanding to seal the hole.

"Cool," he exclaimed, no pun intended. That would slow the Sith down, but the pair of Jedi needed to move fast.

"Nice barrier, V," he said through ragged breaths. Normally he'd be reluctant to give her a compliment, but she earned it. "Knew you could do it. Now where are these survivors?"

 

[DEVILMAN]

Woostri System– Deep Space – Sith Space
Objective 3
Direct: Dean Walker | Katarine Ryiah | Lily Decoria || Indirect: Aymeric Prendergast
NPC(s): Sage
Vehicles Devilwing, Devilmobile​

The Alliance's loss in the Woostri System had not meant there would be further loss of life allowed. The SIA and Alliance have been establishing hidden listening posts and relay stations to track enemy fleet movements while similar infiltration parties answered distress calls from damaged and derelict ships. The Black Ace's presence attributed itself to the fact that there were lives at stake that needed to be evacuated to safety. With the Alliance opting for guerilla tactics to establish outposts and rescue the displaced refugees and soldiers, it meant the Walking Shadow could operate within the system with minimal oversight or risk of confrontation with the Alliance.

Any confrontations with the Sith's forces were a far simpler matter.

Sleek and black, his Devilwing's engines roared to life in the silence of space as his ever reliable transport across the Woostri system. His methods of assisting the Alliance had been removing Sith and the criminal element from the field along with their transports and communications. All in an effort to help aid the survivors and refugees. The entire ordeal done discreetly and quiet. His armor had sustained little damage in the battles and the interrogations that followed.

They never saw him coming unless he wanted them to see him. By then, it was too late.

Typing new coordinates into the nav-computer, the Black Ace prepared to fly once more into the fray and assist further. Until his feed caught a transmission from the planet Woostri itself.

["This is Jedi Shadow Aymeric, code number 778BA5… if there is an evacuation mission, I am holed up in this coordinate… if all is lost, please inform Grandmaster Valery Noble… I am sorry to let her and the Order down…"]

The Demon's eyes narrowed under the cowl as he listened. A Jedi Shadow. Someone with enough skill to take care of themselves until help arrived.

"Boost and encrypt the signal to all nearby Alliance vessels," the Fiend ordered over his own private communication line.

["Right away, sir, but . . . "] Sage paused for a moment before speaking further with a deliberate tone, ["Perhaps you can help him."]

["There are other survivors who require my attention. Survivors who do not possess his skills nor his resources."]

["True, sir. But this is the first I've heard of a transmission so deep into the system. Never mind the fact it's from the planet itself,"] Sage countered calmly before allowing a brief pause.

["No one might be able to reach him in time to help him. If they can help him.]"

The Fiend silently drew in a sharp, deep breath. His gloved hands gripped the controls as his suit synced up with the Devilwing, disabling the auto-pilot. With a tug of the arm, the Devilwing curved around and flew away from the larger Woostri system.

Towards the planet Woostri itself.

"Lock onto the transmission's coordinates."

["Right away, sir."]

The Detective suspected there was a smile on the other end of the communications line before deactivating the ship's comm system.

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Sensors began to ping. As the Devilwing traversed covertly through space, his eyes peered through the cowl's lenses at the monitor. Several Sith vessels dispersed into patrols through the region of open space. However, one such ping on the radar registered as Alliance vessel. This deep in Sith Space? What were they doing out here? There were no nearby outposts or refugees in the surrounding area.

Yet several Sith starcraft were closing in near the Alliance ship's position.

Hm.

["Scans register the craft as Galactic Alliance."]

[" . . . "]

A silent yet restless disquiet entered him. Something did not sit right here with him.

Silently blending into the vast expanse of space, the Devilwing gently hovered above and out of the Alliance vessel's line of sight. Rarely did anyone ever look up. Aiming one of the smaller cannons towards the Alliance vessel, the Black Ace's perfect aim locked onto the vessel before firing a singular tracking device to attach itself along the ship's hull before the Devilwing peeled away from the craft. He would need to know their location at all times if he were to assist them.

Toggling another switch, the Devilwing jettisoned a small transmitter out the back as the Devilwing pulled further up into the void. The transmitter's signal mimicked a Sith vessel's distress signal—bait for Sith ships so they would break away from their patrol routes and investigate, far enough away from the Alliance ship traversing near the patrols. It would be a wide-enough opening for the Walking Shadow's spacecraft with its stealth capability to slip away towards the planet.

Whether it would be enough of an opening for the Alliance ship to escape unseen would yet to be revealed. Remaining a safe distance from both the Alliance ship and the Sith patrols, the Demon observed in quiet contemplation as he continued to maneuver the Devilwing towards Woostri.

Waiting and watching to intervene further if necessary.

 

[Cinnamon]

Daring Rescue​

Cinnamon knew trouble when she smelled it. And the moment the Sith acolyte pointed in Cora's direction, the little racyon bared her teeth in a silent snarl. She bolted forward, weaving between the feet of a soldier raising his blaster. Sugar, sensing the shift in tension, launched himself like a globular projectile straight at the man's visor, slapping his gelatinous body against the plastoid helmet with an audible splorch. The trooper let out a strangled yelp, flailing as he tried to pry the sludge-creature off his face.

Cinnamon seized the opportunity. With nimble little paws, she scurried up the trooper's back, clawed fingers gripping the edge of his belt. And there—yes, there it was. The waistband of his undergarments, peeking just above the armor's lower plating. With a mischievous chitter, Cinnamon grasped the elastic fabric, braced her tiny feet against his backplate, and pulled. Hard.

The resulting scream was something between a battle cry and a sob of existential despair. The unfortunate trooper staggered, his helmet nearly yanked off as the fabric snapped over it. His blaster went off wildly, bolts scorching into the crumbling wall behind him. His comrades barely spared him a glance before turning their attention to the true threat: Corazona (or at least where she had taken cover).

Another acolyte, ignited his crimson saber and lunged toward Cora's hiding spot, only to be thrown off guard by one of those wild blaster bolts knocking him back. He wiped the blood from his split lip, eyes burning with fury as he glared around. How many of them were there? This was supposed to be a simple guard duty—keep watch over the elevator shaft, ensure no enemy injured (if there even were any alive) made it past them. Yet, here he was with a bloody racyon wreaking havoc of all things. "Come out, come out! It's time to end this!"

To his left, a Sith soldier still reeling from the chaos raised his blaster, trying to get a clean shot on the Jedi. The problem? That damned sludge creature was still attached to his helmet. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the muffled yells from his comrade until a stray bolt nearly hit him as well.

These particular Sith forces were clearly not the most organized, given that they thought it was an easy job originally, tripping over themselves as they tried to regroup. The wedgied trooper was still struggling with his predicament, while the sludge-covered one had resorted to desperately trying to aim while attempting to scrape Sugar off his visor to no avail.

Corazona von Ascania | Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Diogo Talon

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Vera barely slowed as they sprinted down the corridor, her breath steady despite the adrenaline pumping through her. But when Diogo chucked a grenade over his shoulder without a second thought, she blinked. And then, when the explosion didn't send them both flying but instead sealed the door in a thick sheet of ice, she blinked again.

"What the..." she started, glancing at him with wide, bewildered eyes. "Why do you have grenades?" Jedi didn't usually carry that sort of thing, and definitely not ice grenades of all things. Not that she was complaining — it had bought them some time — but seriously???

Still, she couldn't help but grin, shaking her head. "Alright, that was kinda badass. Nice work, Diogo." There. A compliment for him in return. She even nudged his arm lightly as they ran, though she'd never admit that she actually meant it.

As for the survivors…

Vera exhaled sharply and let her senses stretch out. The ship was a mess, a maze of twisted metal and failing systems, but she still felt them. A cluster of life signatures, close together deep in the belly of the vessel.

She grabbed Diogo's sleeve and tugged him toward a junction in the corridor. "They're in the cargo hold," she said, already pivoting in that direction. "Probably locked themselves in. Which means…" She smirked. "We get to do this all over again."

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[Isoroku Spruance]

Tag: Max Akratonos

Akratanos would find the Vanguard's captain on the surviving bridge, directing damage control and repair efforts. Spruance wasn't in any better shape than his ship. His right arm was wrapped around a makeshift sling, his left eye so badly bruised it was swollen shut, and a bloody bandage was wrapped tightly across his forehead. It honestly looked like a gang of hooligans had beaten him up. It took Spruance a moment to notice that Akratanos was on board, busy re-directing resources to slow down a fire long enough to empty an ammunition locker.

"My apologies for requesting aid. I understand that you barely have enough for the refugees on the ground. My crew would have been perfectly capable of at least keeping us stable long enough to reach Camp Bastion, but... we've taken heavy casualties on my ship." his eyes, for a moment, avoided contact with Max. "Oddly enough, not the vast majority isn't physical. It's psychological. During the battle, we took a glancing blow from the Mon Mor's superweapon: the Penumbra. Our ship went offline for ten minutes. According to systems records, we lost all power. Problem is that nobody can remember anything that happened during those ten minutes. I remember the whole floor buckling under me before blackness claimed me, only to awake on my feet once more after the battle was over."

 

[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: Field Hospital
Tags: Valery Noble
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
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He blinked momentarily.

Kaelos expected the Grandmaster to be a master of everything, he hadn't expected there to be something that she couldn't do. It had actually caught him off guard somewhat that she had no ability to utilise Force healing. He assumed it would have been one of the first things she learned, especially with the stories of all the battles she had been in floating around.

"I'd believe it" he acknowleged, pushing the thought from his mind and instead swapping the topic of conversation over to Vera Noble . "Vera being stubborn, I mean". Valery Noble knew how he felt about her daughter, of course. He'd had the conversation with her in the Jedi Temple, in her office.

"I just want to know how she has so much energy all of the time" he added with a slight laugh. He'd once described the daughter of the Sword and Shield as a firecracker, an energy ball. She was constantly bouncing, constantly seeking adventure. It was what they'd bonded over originally, was adventure. He'd shown her Kiffu and since he'd taken her to her special place.

The young Jedi Padawan took the stack of supplies that Valery had motioned to, wincing slightly as he did so. His shoulder most definitely wasn't 100% and Valery was probably right. He probably should have still been in bed, recovering. He just wouldn't have been able to rest knowing that so many people needed help.

"So then, where are these going?" he asked, nodding down to the stack of supplies.

 

[Max Akratonos]

Tag: Isoroku Spruance

Akratonos looked at Spruance quizzically.

"Dont worry, the refugee situation is stable, at least for now. I feel like i must insist to take some rest, at the very least lay down somewhere."

While talking to the Captain, Akratonos would find his mind wandering following the older captains words. A weapon that acted like an emp, but for organic life? A stun blast on a massive scale. If the alliance could capture and reproduce such a weapon...

But no, that was a later thought. Right now Max's priority was ensuring the health of all aboard the Vanguard, including Spruance.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Aboard Ship
Objective: Answer Distress Call
Tags: Lily Decoria Dean Walker DEVILMAN Aymeric Prendergast

Katarine felt another bristle of annoyance as she saw Lily wink at Dean. Maybe it was time to have a discussion about professionalism with this padawan. As soon as she thought that she felt a stab of guilt. Katarine was hardly a by the book Jedi and was never one to fault a little harmless flirting. Why was this bothering her so much then?

"We've got company”

She glanced at the monitor and sure enough there were Sith vessels out there. Katarine hated flying for many other reasons but a ship full of darksiders was quickly climbing to the top of that list. The two women might be manning the guns in a firefight if things got aggressive. Another aspect of flying she truly hated.

She glanced at the monitor again and frowned. “They are leaving…”

Had the ships picked up their own distress signal? What would make them suddenly change course like that?

“I have a bad feeling about this…”

 

[Colette]

Aris Noble / Katherine Holt / Valery Noble

Colette smiled at Aris. All the kids peeled away from her and quickly wrapped themselves around Katherine in appreciation. That was to say all but one of them. Colette gave Aurra a curious glance as she stood in front of her. The kid was always quiet, but this was especially curious as she looked at Colette with the all too familiar look as if the kid was in deep thought.

Really, it was an open secret that Colette liked Aurra the most out of her sisters. Her calm and quiet observation of the world around her reminded the young tribalwoman a lot of herself when she was that very same age. Of course she loved them all, but something about Aurra had always stood out to her.

The curiosity gave way to surprise as the kid pulled a piece of paper out of her bag. Colette grabbed the drawing that she had been offered and quickly felt a spike of joy shoot through her system. There was nothing she wished to do more than to gaze upon it and marvel at what it meant.

There were two figures: one for Aurra and one for Colette, and between them was a happy tauntaun. Each of the girls held onto the tauntaun's hand to form a happy chain of love and respect. It was a combination of two things that Aurra herself really liked and that meant more than the world to Colette.

"You can have him,"

The voice caught Colette off-guard and she lowered the masterwork of a drawing to glance over at whatever it was that Aurra was offering her only to find that it was a cuddly little tauntaun plushie. But it wasn't just any tauntaun, Colette knew this one well, it was the one she would pass the triplet when she helped put them to sleep at night. It was the guardian that kept the little girl safe as she slumbered and wherever she went with it in tow. To her it was an agent sent by Colette herself to safeguard her dreams.

And now…

A sharp pain shot straight through Colette's heart as she slowly reached out to grab the plushie with the utmost care. The soft faux fur brushed against her fingers and the palm of her hand and she raised it up to pull it in close in a hug.

"Aurra…" Colette wanted to say more but couldn't. The shiver in her voice was all too evident. Her eyes glossed up by the sheer thoughtfulness behind the gesture as it hit her with an invisible tsunami of love and care. To some people Colette might have seemed like a tough no-nonsense type of person, but anyone who knew her that was far from the case.

The first piece of evidence came from the nose. A wet snivel sucked in through her nostrils as she bit back on the emotions. She knew that it would be in vain, but even so she tried to keep herself composed. However, no matter how hard she tried there was no stopping the fire as it slowly erupted from her tear ducts and rolled down her cheeks. A loud sob shook her to her very core followed by one wet inhale after the other as she pulled the tauntaun in close to give it a tight squeeze.

Colette wanted to imagine that the events on Woostri hadn't been all that difficult for her to endure, and perhaps to some degree that was true, but as she held this silly little toy that meant so much to someone that Colette treasured so highly, Colette showed that she was in far more pain than she had wanted to let on.

She clung to the tauntaun with her life, her arm wrapping itself around Aurra to lift the kid up into her lap so that she could squeeze the child and wrap her in the tight hug that she felt that she really needed and deserved.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Objective 1: Licking Wounds
Tags: Colette | Aris Noble | Valery Noble​

“Always Colette, always.”

Katherine would go to the Netherworld and back, if it meant she could save and protect her fellow Jedi, especially those closest to her. Back on Woostri, the redhead had made a beeline to Colette and Ko’s location. And to the Kel Dor’s credit, despite what he had been through, he was already trying to help pick Colette up by the time she had arrived.

Fortunately, Katherine hadn’t realized the damage to her shoulder at that time, so she had carried them both to the evac zone.

If only I could’ve saved more…

The Valkyrie’s gaze lingered back towards the bonfire they were all standing before. But before those tormenting thoughts could properly latch on, Katherine felt two small forms suddenly barrel into her.

Aeryn and Adam. Their hugs were like a healing salve over a fresh wound. Warm and calming to the towering redhead.

Katherine noted that Aurra was missing, leading her to look over and notice the piece of paper in the young Noble’s hand. She smiled, knowing well enough what it contained. The Valkyrie kept Aeryn and Adam cuddled in her arms as she watched the interaction.

Eyes widening slightly when she saw Aurra present her Tauntaun plushie. Each of the triplets had their respective one; like Aeryn with her Vornskr one. The fact Aurra was giving Colette her’s, meant a whole lot.

Even at a young age, she just wants to help others feel better. Especially her big sister.

Seeing Colette’s facade break, Katherine gently nudged Aeryn and Adam. “Looks like your sister could do with a big group hug.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

From behind her cover, Cora slapped a hand over her mouth and snorted. Ridiculous, but effective. Then, she winced for the pain in her shoulder.

She'd have to get Cinnamon a bag of grapes once this was all over. And the sludge creature…she didn't know what it ate, and she was frankly a little afraid to find out. The two of them were doing so well that part of her wanted to see if they could take out the entire squad by themselves.

The sobering image of Aadihr lying beneath the rubble flashed through her mind again.

Cora darted out from behind the crumbling stone and aimed a kick for the acolyte's chest. Her boot made contact, knocking the wind from him and sending him crashing into the goop covered trooper.

She ignited her saber, deflecting any errant bolts that streaked toward her. It was a careful balance - she didn't want to harm Cinnamon or Sugar in the crossfire.

Looking towards the trooper who was struggling with his undergarments, Cora spied a snapped electrical wire at his feet. The fingers of her free hand curled, carefully moving so that it did not disturb the wound at her shoulder. The wire straightened and went taut, pulled to one end by an invisible force - a makeshift tripwire.

Cinnamon Aadihr Lidos

 

[Diogo Talon]

Vera Noble

"Uh," Diogo pursed his lips, mulling it over, trying to figure out how best to answer.

"I can't use the Force at long range like you." It was better to be honest. Since they were working together, it was important she understand his limitations. "I've had to find other ways to compensate for my... weakness." He wasn't sure if she could truly understand the shame in that, having Noble blood and all.

They continued sprinting, widening the distance between them and the Sith troopers. Every second counted.

"Was that a compliment?" he asked, smirking and raising a brow. Either she'd admit it, or it'd make her squirm. A win-win. Bonus points if both.

When they reached the cargo hold — doors sealed again, of fethin' course — even Dio could sense the flickering lifeforms on the other side.

"You get the door, I'll watch your back." His tone brooke no argument. Vera had already reached her limits with the barrier before, and he wanted to nip it in the bud now just in case her pride demanded she try and do it again.

Diogo entered a Shien stance and waited.

 

[Isoroku Spruance]

Tag: Max Akratonos

"I still have men trapped in an air pocket in Hangar A, plasma overloading in Turbolaser Turret Dora, and thousands of wounded with only a hundred or so medical personnel to tend to them," Spruance said. "I cannot afford to rest. Not least when..."

Spruance sighed and glanced around. None of his men were within earshot. "This entire thing is my kriffing fault. I should never have gone for that decapitation strike on Lowe's flagship. We had done our duty and should have pulled back. But-"

He stopped himself, clearly wanting to say something but now trying to shift the topic, "Point is that as Fleet Captain, I have a duty to my men. A nap can wait."

If Max had his finger on internal fleet politics, he would remember the name Spruance, once a naval officer with a meteoric rise up the ranks with a real chance to become a prominent Admiral. But the disaster over Tython had been a fatal blow to his career. Some sort of incident had happened where Spruance's entire fleet had been annihilated by the Imperials. It had been whispered that only the Alliance's lack of experienced officers and his family being prominent within the Senate had saved him from a court martial and prison.

This entire thing stunk of that incident happening again.

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Diogo Talon

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Vera blinked, her steps faltering just slightly at his words. Can't use the Force at long range? Her gaze flicked toward him, catching the tension in his posture, the way he phrased it — compensate for my weakness. It hit her harder than she expected because she knew someone else who struggled the same exact way.

"I understand. My brother also can't use the Force like that." Aris couldn't reach out with the Force either. Couldn't lift things with his mind, couldn't sense things like she could. All he could do was strengthen his own body, hone himself like a blade, "But like you, he has other strengths that more than make up for it."

Then, he smirked and called her out on her compliment. Vera groaned, rubbing a hand down her face. Kark. He caught that, huh? "Ugh, yeah, fine," she muttered, glaring at him as if he had somehow forced her to admit it.

By the time they reached the cargo hold, she had refocused. The door was sealed, but she could feel them — the survivors were inside. Alive, but barely.

Vera then opened her mouth to argue against his plan, instinctively rebellious, but caught the look in his eyes. The steady, no-nonsense edge to his voice. She wasn't winning this fight. "…Alright," she relented before igniting her saber. "But if I hear so much as a grunt back there, I'm turning around, and we're switching."

She didn't wait for his reply. Instead, she plunged her blade into the thick durasteel, carving a slow, molten arc through the locking mechanism. The air filled with the scent of burning metal, the hum of her saber steady as she worked.

But then... more boots. Loud, heavy boots pounding against the deck, getting closer and closer. Vera barely had time to register the movement before blasterfire exploded down the corridor. Diogo was their target. She snapped her head up, eyes widening as a squad of Sith soldiers rounded the corner, weapons raised, the barrels flashing red as they fired. Diogo barely had a second before a hail of bolts rained down on him.

"Diogo!" Vera shouted.

And the door still wasn't open.

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery smirked as she guided Kaelos through the field hospital, weaving between Jedi, healers, and evacuees as they carried the supplies toward one of the relief stations. "Oh, absolutely. But she's also one of the most caring people I know."

Her tone carried a warmth that only a mother could have, her smirk lingering as she continued, "Kahlil likes to say she gets all that boundless energy from me. I, of course, disagree and blame him."

She flashed him a teasing grin before rolling her shoulders and glancing at the stack of supplies in his arms. "You doing alright? No shame in setting some of those down, you know. I won't judge." Her tone was light, but she was watching him closely. She knew Jedi had a tendency to push themselves too far — especially ones like Kaelos, who always wanted to help.

As they approached one of the medical tents, she nodded toward the designated area for supplies. "Alright, we drop these here, and then I might make you actually sit down for five minutes." A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

Kaelos Vryn ​

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Aurra barely moved when Colette pulled her into her lap, allowing herself to be enveloped in the tightest, warmest hug her big sister could manage. She nuzzled into Colette's shoulder, small arms clinging just as tightly, her little body warm and steady. "I love you," she murmured, her voice soft but certain, the words filled with all the sincerity a child could have.

As Colette shook in her arms, as quiet sobs trembled through her frame, Aurra didn't let go. She simply held on, the way only a little sister could — as if she could somehow anchor her big sister back into place, keep her safe, keep her whole.

Then, the others came rushing back in.

Aeryn and Adam tackled Colette from the sides, wrapping their arms around her in a full-force triplet hug. Aeryn squeezed her as tightly as she could, her little body trembling with the effort. Adam, always full of energy, clung just as fiercely, his cheek pressing against Colette's arm.

Then Adam, ever the instigator, turned his bright eyes toward Aris. And stared. Aris was not getting out of this. With a determined little nod, Adam scooted just enough to make room and patted the empty space beside them — an invitation.

Aeryn grinned, immediately seconding the motion with an eager nod. "Yeah, Aris, you have to! It's the rules!"

Aurra, still nestled in Colette's lap, didn't say anything — but she did turn her quiet gaze toward Aris, her expression gentle, with just the faintest little smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She'd like his hug, too.

Aris Noble Katherine Holt Colette​

 

[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: Field Hospital
Tags: Valery Noble
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
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The Jedi Padawan followed behind the Jedi Master.

He listened as she spoke, discussing her family. She spoke about Vera, about how stubborn yet caring she was. It was something he already knew, she'd cared for him after he'd taken a blaster bolt. Valery Noble went on to discuss her daughters energy, and Kaelos had to admit he agreed with Kahlil Noble . Vera was certainly like her mother in numerous ways.

Kaelos placed the medical supplies where he was directed to place them and took a second to adjust his shoulder. "Honest answer?" he asked with a smile. "I get why the temple medical staff kept suggesting bed rest" he admitted with a laugh. "But I'm okay, I promise. It feels good to be out helping people, actually doing something"

He thought back to his conversation with Everest Vale when he was recovering in Courscant, when he admitted he hated being sat around unable to help. The fact he was actually out and helping people was like a brilliant painkiller, it was keeping him going.

The young Kiffar took a moment to sort through the medical supplies, offering a roll of bandages to a nurse who walked past shouting to see if there were any spare rolls anywhere. Once he was finished, he pushed himself back up to his feet and looked towards Valery.

"It's heartbreaking, seeing places like this having to be set up" he admitted. "Just because people disagree on things, I don't understand why it has to come to war where innocent people get hurt" he commented, clearly still young and not very experienced in the whole war thing. "I know we aren't the aggressors but... it still sucks"

 

[Ares Dargir]

Objective: Obj. 1
Equipment: Curved-Hilt Lightsaber, Jedi Clothes, Comlink, Utility Toolbelt
Tag: Jack Wright

Master Jack’s intuition was pretty straight forward. They go in, lock the door behind them, and sweep the ship from aft to front. Nothing complicated about it except for the risk of running into the culprit of the refugees’ plight. Something about their situation felt off, but he wasn’t going to express such concerns. Not until he had gotten a full measure of what they’re up against. The blonde man nodded his head in agreement to what the seasoned Knight was listing off.

”Seems pretty straight forward. With luck we might encounter the womp rat before we get back.” One could only hope that was the case, but regardless Ares followed suit to don the suit once more. It was always risky to fight while wearing their suits as the slightest nick could spell the error of their ways. But it is always better to be safe than sorry when it comes to the vacuum of space.

Ares nodded in acknowledgement so that Jack could open the hatch. Much to their surprise, the life support system seemed to be functioning, yet a quick alert to their huds within their helmets suggested that it was failing. Indicating that they didn’t have much longer before the vessel would be uninhabitable. He turned to switch on the airlock to keep their systems spared from the eventual vacuum in the event that they take longer than they anticipated.

”Just in case.” Ares muttered to Jack regarding his precaution before the hatch was closed behind them. The vessel was in complete disarray as the emergency lighting of red pulsed rhythmically like a dying heartbeat. Sparks from exposed wires cascaded upon them from overhead as sections of the ship were pitch dark. Ares had reached up to his headlamp to illuminate the path before them. There were two pathways from what he could see. One led to the front, and the other led to the back of the ship. The curved hilt remained at his side, attached by the belt as Ares never made a reach for it, yet it was never away from his hand. The hairs along his arms and neck felt like it was standing on end as his mind felt like it was tingling with hundreds of invisible needles.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Open: Ares Dargir , OPEN)

Metal clanged from a footprint, even when the helmet muffled the outside world... Or ship.

Jack clicked his tongue, the action echoed in open coms between their suits, channelling his focus within the Force, concentrating with care; making a mandatory sweep of other lifeforms. Some active...

Others fleeting.

Seeking out a panel, Jack wasted no time in accessing and turning on main lights, a flickering of white blared between the derelict hallway, only to flicker and wane just after a seconds.

The going out, again.

Bantha. Guess they're doing this the hard way. Jack turned on the helmet lights, glimmering with a healthy vicinity from the neckline around the suit, shining more to witness over the battered hallway, frowning by their discoveries already. Such that had him kneel down.

Tracing a hand over the floor panel, gloved fingertips feeling even if the physical sensation was cut off, sensing something's up. Wries sparked out, several panels were torn askew, which meant there was more to the story than a system malfunction-

Snapping his head up, Jack's lights caught the round black eyes of a child Woostoid, quickly ducking their head back down the corner of the arrival room. The Knight stood tall, motioning then for Ares to follow, boots echoed in pursuing the evacuated child.