Private Gather up

[Gurnin Von]

R I S E
Indoumodo​

A crackling fire lit up the small campsite on the edge of a clearing, fighting back the ever encroaching darkness that the forest around him produced. It didn’t provide much light, but enough to light up the area in which Gurnin had made his home on this world. It wasn’t his true home, and the forest surrounding him was perhaps as far from the wintery cities of Pantora as possible. Nights like these, where he was left alone with his thoughts, made him think of home. Before the war overtook the planet, before the sith utterly ravaged it. Those memories were not kind ones, yet they seemed to be the only ones left within his mind.

The galaxy was becoming a darker place. Empires were on the rise once again, and the individual was being left behind. It didn’t feel like there was much good left in the universe, and when there was some found, it was snuffed out before it could become a roaring fire. They were left with the dying embers of justice and freedom, while being left to pick up the pieces of wars they did not chose to fight in.

Niva Doneeta ‘s comm was a..surprising one to receive. Gurnin had known the young twilek’s father, even advised him on his book. It had been a good read, if a bit dull at times. His daughter, however, was not someone he knew very well. The last time he had seen her, she was growing into a wonderful young woman, and her father was seemingly very proud of her. Why she would take the time to contact him was unknown at the time, but became very clear as those sadness filled words were spoken.

Gurnin had lead a group of rebellious Talz and Pantorans against the sith when they attacked. They didn’t have the most weapons, or manpower, and barely had any ships to speak of, but they fought. Fought hard and to the last drop of blood. It didn’t matter. The fight was a losing one from the very beginning. By the time the conflict was over, he was one of few alive. In his shame of letting his world burn, he made his way to this desolate rock to live the rest of his life in solitude. Apparently, Niva’s father had told her at some point about his days a cell leader…and she was wanting his help.

His help wasn’t going to be worth much, at least not in his mind. That didn’t stop him from agreeing to at least meet with her, and to gather a few contacts that he knew might be interested in this sort of scheme. It didn’t mean he would help, just bring them together. Gurnin had already suffered a defeat once that could never be repaired. He wasn’t sure he wanted to lead this group into another one.

Light pink eyes watched as the meat over the fire browned lightly from the heat. It would be a hearty snack. Hopefully one that would fill him with the ability to actually hear out what this vengeful twi’lek wanted to try. If he wouldn’t go, perhaps one of the others might. The crack starfighter pilot, Kinsa'olan , zeltron force user, Tera Highwind , vampieric battle medic, Tenebra Erys , or the jungle warrior, Kemei Awosiji all could realistically help her. But Gurnin knew if Niva wanted to accomplish what she had disclosed to him, she would need all of them, and many, many more.

Whether or not he was needed remained to be seen. The job was done for the moment. He had given Niva a place to meet, and people that would hear out her cause. Any more from him…would take quite a bit of convincing. He had lost enough fighting other people’s wars.

 

[Kinsa'olan]

Horizon's Call, Hanger Deck
Space near Makeb
Some time ago . . .

A bag was tossed to the technician who had run the final checks over the black painted X-Wing that had been prepped at her request following the go ahead by Frostbite. Her droid, a BB unit painted black with emerald accents had been placed into the socket and chirped away at her. "I know, I know, BB! I'm not sure about leaving behind the Call either. But, if this isn't the right path to take, we'll make our way back." Her words didn't seem to ease the droid's concern too much, but it didn't help her own either. Striking out on her own to answer a call that had been directed to her was highly out of the ordinary, yet something told her it was the right call. For once, even Frostbite had agreed.. which never happened. Stepping up to the ladder, Kinsa secured her flightsuit, lifting her helmet off of the nearby workbench and climbed onto the fuselage before dropping into the cockpit behind the controls of the craft. Pulling her helmet on, adjusting her lekku accordingly, a sigh escapes her lips as the canopy closes, around her.​

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Technicians quickly move the equipment away from the fighter as she begins the startup sequence, the T-70's engines whirring to life. "You're clear for launch, Nova. Safe travels." The flight operator's voice came through her comms. "Thanks, keep 'em safe, Frostbite." Keeping her comm channel open, the X-Wing lifted off and exited the hanger as it began to move away before jumping to hypersapce.​

Indoumodo
Present Day

The world seemed unimpressive, an interesting spot to have a meeting of any sort, that much she had to admit. The starfighter's lights illuminated tree after tree as she searched for a space clear enough to land without having to leave the craft on a branch or upside down. Scratching the new paint was fine, but actually damaging the hardware wasn't something she was looking to do, especially this far from the techs she trusted. Not that she couldn't do some minor work of her own. Once the craft had settled into a clearing and the instruments and lights turned dark, her thoughts turned to the reason she had come out all this way. The galaxy's shifting tides were growing ever uncertain and this time, she wouldn't be here for Starfall.. she was here for herself.​

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Climbing out of the X-Wing, she glanced at her droid. "BB, stay with the fighter and keep it on lockdown until I say otherwise. Any one tries to take it, fry 'em." The droid's chatter was greatly against being left behind in this forest, but she didn't want to become stranded on this planet, nor was she certain there was anyone here she could trust as of yet. Glancing at her datapad, she began to walk through the forest, heading to the coordinates given.​

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Gurnin Von | Tera Highwind | Tenebra Erys | Kemei Awosiji | Niva Doneeta ​

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[Tenebra Erys]

"Darkness falls. Midnight black. Sweet whispers ne'er come back. Song of woe. Wail of pain. May we meet yet again."

A soft, teetering laugh followed the recitation of Sir Jhola Deerik's Pale Moonlight, Act III, Scene I. The orator slowly swung about in fluid, slow circles as they danced across the floor of the room. Until the comlink chirped and all the warmth and cheer snapped from the woman's face like shadows when a careless soul flicked on the lights. Interruptions. She hated interruptions. No one appreciated the classics any more!

Once the link was severed, the black-garbed woman let out a sigh. "Seems someone else is in never of my loving embrace, m'Love. I shall, then, away. Perhaps we too shall meet again." Her hand rose to cover her mouth as a short giggle followed the thought.

It seemed unlikely the desecrated corpse would care very much about her return.

Soon thereafter, Tenebra Erys' ship descended toward the jungle world below. It did not, however, seek the place closest to the meeting site. In fact, a healthy distance was placed between her approach and that of the congregation. A woman could always hope something would leap out of the thick in an effort to eat her. Hopefully one with a bone-rattling roar -- those were the best.

A black armored figure soon strode through the trees. Bright, golden eyes pierced the darkness. The light of a fire would catch and circle the edge of those golden rings, while the smile on her lips would broaden at the sight of the living. Bipedal. Twi'lek. Lekku. Oh how she loved fondling those sensitive head tails. Among other things. Such a unique trait of the species.

"Hello," the pale woman purred, "Gurnin. Have you been eating enough? You know how cross I get when an able bodied man doesn't take care of their self." Tenebra would stand at the edge of the camp with a smile on her lips, her eyes fixed on the familiar face. Perhaps he'd be so kind as to invite her in? A woman shouldn't be rude, after all. Even if this was a sad sight; this humble camp being Gurnin's 'accommodations.' Living outdoors lust its luster after a time. Even a predator should indulge themselves every now and then with a warm bed.

Tag: Gurnin Von | Tera Highwind | Kemei Awosiji | Niva Doneeta | Kinsa'olan​

Based on Kyra Perl's Code​

 

[Kemei Awosiji]

Kemei's starfighter broke out of hyperspace just above the planet Indoumodo. Almost as soon as it erupted into real space the warrior's eyes rose to meet the lush, green world. These were the types of worlds that his kind excelled at. Jungle fighters, warriors who had practiced and learned the art in fighting amongst the most dense foliage the galaxy could provide. At one time Kemei had taken pride in his role. He had been a warrior, then he had been an instructor, but what was he now? A bitter man with a grudge, pulling back on an old uniform because of a galaxy wrought by hell.

During the trip to the world he'd asked himself once, twice, and thrice just why he had agreed to this meeting. The answer laid in the silver case that he clasped in his hand. A metallic case with an unintelligible emblem carved into the spine of it.

His eyes were still wet, his heart was still heavy. He exhaled, tucking the metallic case into the breast pocket of his vest. He had to shift his mind away from what had brought him here and instead turn his eyes towards what laid before him.

Kemei brought the ship into the planet's atmosphere, his ship's radar showing a single blip on the map. That must have been the meeting location. He tapped into the main controls, guiding the ship just passed the meeting point to a nearby clearing. After bringing his ship in, Kemei exhaled before pulling the hood over on his vest. The dark green hood would keep him hidden enough, so perhaps no one would see the puffy eyes he'd gained on the flight here. He exhaled before pushing the cockpit open and hopping out of the ship.

Kemei stepped in between two trees before exhaling, trying to center himself. He leaped up, kicking from one to another until he'd managed to grab up onto a branch, pulling himself up into the trees. He moved forward, hopping from tree to tree until he finally reached the edge of the camp site. His eyes could spot the Twi'lek, Gurnin Von and a woman approaching him. As he leaned against the tree he looked down at the two before calling out. "Where is Niva?" He asked, gazing down at the two in confusion. "Is this a trick?" He demanded.

Niva Doneeta Gurnin Von Tenebra Erys Tera Highwind Kinsa'olan

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

Kemei Awosiji | Gurnin Von | Kinsa'olan | Tenebra Erys | Tera Highwind ​

Tears streamed across her face as her speeder zipped through the jungles of Indoumodo. Niva could have easily accredited them to the wind that ripped over her eyes, it in fact most likely was part of the reason why, but no. To do that would have been an injustice. To do that would have meant denying it ever happened. That would be the biggest offence of them all. These were not tears made from a harsh and unforgiving breeze, these were tears of anger. They were tears of lives brutalized, of men, women and children all taken too soon, of wanton destruction and chaotic terrorism. Of the death of her Father.​

Niva took her hand off the speeder briefly, to wipe furiously at her swollen red eyes. After a while the constant, almost acidic, feeling of tears slipping down her cheeks had begun to sting. But there was no sting greater than crimes committed on Ryloth. Her home. Even now, they were there… celebrating their execution of thousands of innocent lives, and for what? Nothing. Now, on the very planet they had taken such pleasure in destroying, such pleasure in forcing their own idea of the Confederacy onto innocent and unwilling minds, the Rylothians were once again occupied.​

By the very people who had come and waged war on their planet in the name of “freedom”. There was just one problem. Before the sudden and unwanted actions of terrorists and the murderers and the destroyers of everything Niva had held dear...​

They were already free.​

THEY HAD ALREADY BEEN FREED.​

Chest heaving up and down in an unsteady rhythm, partly thanks to the forced rush of air streaming through her body, and largely in thanks to an unquenchable anger, there was no accurate word to describe what Niva felt. She could imagine the dark side of the force felt a lot like this. Like untameable rage coursing through your blood at a thousand degrees, shredding, tearing, ripping at every sense she had, but this was good anger. This was going to save her planet, and her people. This was going to put an end to the oppressive regime covered in false freedom and crappy craft glitter, designed by terrorists to keep Rylothians down, and Niva was ready to fight tooth, nail and life to see it done.​

The speeder buzzed incessantly in her ear, zipping over the ground and whipping flora into a frenzy as she dodged and twisted round the neverending crop of thick tree trunks. She was running late, but Gurnin would understand. Having been in hiding since the senseless and savage murder of her father, Niva had found it difficult to leave Ryloth, but it wasn’t just because she was a criminal, of sorts. Ryloth was her home, and right now it was infected by a plague that would surely see it dead within a year. When something you loved was sick, you didn’t leave its side. You stayed there, tended its wounds, treated its ailments, but for this… Niva made an exception.​

Because this would be the cure.​

Finally, a dim orange hue in the distance told her she’d arrived. The speeder stopped well in time for Niva to dismount and take a short walk toward the blazing fire. During that time, she steadied herself. Deep, long breaths of humid jungle air that filled her lungs in a painfully reassuring way. She was alive, and now it was time to revenge those who did not have that luxury. Justice now. Sorrow and remembrance later.​

Niva broke through the tree-line, first casting her gaze up to the baritone voice that called down from the canopy. She would have recognized it anywhere. The voice of a lifelong friend. “I’m here, Kemei.” Her tone was soft, broken, filled with a swirling mixture of emotion, but that was only on the surface. Those who knew her, or had known her father, knew it was dominated by determination, and the quiet anger and rage of millions of Twi’leks that had been torn from their homes to be forced to watch them crumble. “Come down, won’t you? We have a lot to discuss.” The next thing she did, before looking at any of the other members of the group, was walk straight up to Gurnin Von to embrace him. They knew each other very little, but they had both known her father well. That alone was enough for her to trust him, completely and implicitly, despite only knowing his name.​

After the brief hug, she cast her sights on the rest of the group. Another Twi’lek. Niva did not recognize her, but she didn’t need to. Stepping forward to take her Kinsa'olan ‘s, she gave it a squeeze that expressed every ache and pain of the mutual persecution they and their home world had faced. “Aku bou, jun numa.” Her gentle voice spoke up over the crackling flames once more, before she turned to the last. “And you. As one, my sister. This is not your fight to fight, yet you are here.” Niva paused to put the best smile she could muster on her tear stained blue face. “Words cannot express what that means to us. Arni. Thank you.”​

Once her greetings were done, Niva let out a heavy sigh. Tired in more ways than one, she flopped down hard against the mossy jungle floor, just at the edge of the fire’s dancing orange glow. “Never Forget.” She spoke the words simply, plainly, and firmly.​

Never. Forget.​

 

[Gurnin Von]

R I S E

| Niva Doneeta | Kemei Awosiji | Kinsa'olan | Tenebra Erys | Tera Highwind |​

The sounds of his typically quiet forest being interrupted by the sounds of ships, speeders, and rustling leaves was all the indication that the Pantoran needed to know that the meeting would be beginning soon. Finishing what was left of the small rodent that had been all he was able to scrounge up for dinner, Garnin waited to see who would be the first to arrive, and how their entrance would be made. It was a good way to get a first impression of someone, how they chose to arrive.

The first to arrive at the campsite looked to be their crack starfighter pilot. Neither him nor the pink twilek said anything in greeting, reserving their words for the meeting ahead. Instead, he offered her a bowed head in respect. Her quiet entrance had been expected. Of all the people at this meeting, outside of the Zeltron, Kinsa was possibly the most removed from the conflict. That wasn’t saying she had no connections to it, but there were some here that had felt it very…personally.

A sultry, teasing voice caught her attention next. There was no need to turn to know exactly who the voice belonged to. Of the members of this meeting, only one spoke in such a way, and she was the one who had the closest connection to him as well. Slowly turning, remaining sat on the fallen tree that had become his bench, his smile began to widen as his eyes fell upon the vampire. “Tenebra..I am well. Please, approach. You have my blessing.” He didn’t fully understand why consent had to be given for vampires. Tenebra had probably told him at some point, though his mind wasn’t what it used to be.

Rustling of leaves from above told him of another guest before he even spoke. While he certainly wasn’t as well vested in jungle tactics as the man now watching the party gather from above, Garnin was a hunter. He knew how the trees worked, how the sounds of a rodent was different than an avian. In Kemei’s case, he moved like a bird. Quick, soft, fast feet moving from place to place with a speed and dexterity that could only come from growing up on a world such his.

Before Garnin could respond to the ridiculous accusation with a calming comment, the catalyst to this meeting place made her entrance known. He hadn’t expected her to come in quietly, though the speeder might’ve been a bit much. No need to almost kill herself by crashing into a tree on the way here. Those thoughts were kept to himself. It was not hard to see that the woman was grieving. Especially not by how she walked, or by how she embraced her fellow Twi’lek. His silence continued until the woman had sat down, and the others that had arrived seemingly settled in.

The silence extended to all those within the camp for a few seconds. It seemed as though them all arriving in this place, it being a real meeting and not some trick to lure them into the open, overtook their senses. That, and the grief that flowed off each and every single one of those present. Some more than others, but there was an air of sadness among those that had decided to gather near the fire on this forgotten moon.

“I thank you all..” he started, shifting so that he was able to catch all of the member’s eyes with a slight turn of the head. “..for coming here, tonight. I know a few of you, and only one of you very well. Those that I do not know..you may refer to me as oynx. There is little need for our names to be used here.” Another silent pause, the Pantoran’s eyes focusing on the fire licking at the sky. It burned hot and bright, continuing to fight against the darkness that surrounded the campsite at which they had gather.

Garnin released a heavy sigh, motioning to where the blue twilek sat on the mossy ground. “I contacted you all because I was asked to by this woman. I will let her introduce herself, but I do want this point clear from the beginning.” A little wave of his hand was followed by the blue skinned alien shifting to meet the eyes of all those present as he spoke. “I am not, and will not, be your savior on this mission of yours. I have tried before, and have seen the price of failure. It is not something I am willing to do again. Whether I not I come with you, offer my advice and leadership on some matters…”

His eyes settled on Niva as he paused, giving the woman a slow smile as the pause lingered momentarily. “That is up to how good of a speech maker Niva here is. And how plausible your mission seems to me.” A bowed head toward the woman that had helped orchestrate this meeting indicated the passing of the conversational torch. His job, at least for the moment, was done. All there was for him now was to watch, observe, and possible offer a comment here and there. But this was these people’s mission. Not his. It was not his war, and to be dragged into something like that again..

Well, Niva had better hope she makes a convincing argument.

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

Kemei Awosiji | Gurnin Von | Kinsa'olan | Tenebra Erys | Tera Highwind ​

Niva, for the first time in weeks, smiled. It was a rather sheepish smile, and it barely graced her face for longer than a second, but it was a smile all the same. “Can’t say I possess the same affinity for words that my Father did.” She spoke directly to Gurnin Von . “But I can sure as hell give it a try.” Standing up, she dusted the back of her pants off where the damp jungle dirt had clung to the cloth. ​

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Once she was sure every last speck of it had been swiped away, and once she was sure she’d eked out every last spare second she had before the silence grew awkward, Niva looked up to address the gathering. “I won’t bore you with my life story, so I’ll be brief… I know a few of you will already know why we’re here, but for those of you who still aren’t quite sure. I’ll start with my name, maybe that ought to clear some of the surprise you all might be feeling. I’m Niva Doneeta. A few weeks ago, a war was waged on my homeworld of Ryloth. My Father was taken prisoner by terrorists. Who, during the eight minutes we were supposed to receive to prepare for their attack… killed my Father. In cold blood. For a book he had written on the history of Ryloth. They called it propaganda. They called it brainwashing. They called it false.” ​

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Niva’s chest seemed to quicken, just enough for it to be obvious. But she took the brief pause between her words to steady herself. “All he did was write a book.” She inhaled, one final time, which seemed to quell her anger enough to continue. “At the same time, these same terrorists held a meeting on Siskeen." Her gaze drifted to Kemei Awosiji. "When they realised they were not going to successfully impress their false idea of freedom on the Confederacy or indeed Siskeen, they shot the Viceroy, and shot the wife of another, escaping in the process. We do not yet know if either have survived. I do not need to speak these terrorists names. For many of you, it is already burned into memory. For many of you, you already know the horror stories.” ​

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She stopped then, to allow the silence to hold its own weight. For Niva, it was a heavy burden. Hopefully this gathering would be willing to shoulder some of it with her. “I’m not going to be a saviour either. This isn’t the kind of fight where any one person should claim the mantle of saviour, or leader, or capital, or commander... or whatever you want to call it. If we do this, we do it together. This here is what I’m hoping will be the beginning of the fight between us and them. A fight for freedom, a fight for friends, family, lovers… even strangers. A fight for home.” Niva turned to look at Kinsa'olan . “This here is our chance to show these terrorists that we can’t be pushed around, that we can’t be divided and split apart by their hateful, petty ways, that we won’t turn our backs on the Confederacy or our ways of life just because they’ve labeled themselves judge, jury and executioner.“​

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Niva turned to each of the group in turn as her words flowed. “The Confederacy are doing their best to beat them back even now, but even their jurisdiction only goes so far. If nobody stands up to them soon, then they’re going to plague the Galaxy forever. I ask all of you, are you willing to help exterminate the insects that feed on the peace and prosperity of the Galaxy, simply because they do not own it? Are you willing to help me fight against slavers? Against terrorists? Against brutal and wanton destruction just for the sake of saying they’ve done it? Are you willing to help me fight for what’s right?”​

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She expected nothing of any of them. The fact that half of them had even showed up as a miracle in itself. Yes, she hoped dearly that they would agree. That they would feel the same… but she did not expect it of them. It was going to be a dangerous path, and even Niva had been hesitant to put herself on it at first, but someone had to stop them. ​

 

[Tenebra Erys]

A quiet laugh bubbled forth as she slipped into the camp at Gurnin's beckon. It was always nice to be recognized -- wanted.

Tenebra's eyelids slowly fell, and by the time they rose they were upon Kemei Awosiji. A trick? This? If it had been her fingers would have already been around his throat. One of Gurnin's more recent friends, perhaps? Someone not intimately familiar with how things worked -- or, perhaps, did not work.

Her golden gaze fell to a blue girl that drew near and announced herself. Niva Doneeta, then. The one responsible for this gathering, Tenebra assumed. And the male was Kemei. Wonderful, the young morsel had done Tenebra the favor of pleasantries. At the very least she now knew what names to put on the toe tags.

The lids of the pale woman's eyes drew lower over her eyes as this Niva sauntered over and threw her arms about Gurnin. It hurt to watch, knowing something passed between them that Tenebra herself couldn't feel. How desperately she wanted to understand what that was. She had, once, or so she came to believe from studying the woman Tenebra had one been. No longer. No more. Made her skin itch.

A smile sprang to her lips, nonetheless, when Niva turned to regard Tenebra. Oh, yes, 'sister' and being in this all together. Emotionally touching, she was sure. If her metaphorical heart still beat, but there was no need for the young one to know this yet. Perhaps Gurnin would warn her? Perhaps not. After all, Tenebra had a delectable meal before she came to avoid any...uncomfortable encounters.

Gurnin Von , however, was not so accommodating. Neither was he rude. The man simply laid it forth they should expect him to take up the banner and lead the way unless there was a very compelling reason to do so. Well, Tenebra hardly blamed him. The Galaxy was replete with cries in the dark looking out for a hero. And who could answer them all? How would you know which were even worthy of being answered?

Niva had some pretty words full of impassioned pleas and inspiration. It might even get Gurnin's attention. It wouldn't work on Tenebra, however. The plight of the young woman really didn't interest her at all. Then again, there was an opportunity here. One the deprave creature among them would enjoy; one that she couldn't do on her own because even someone like her knew their limits.

"You want a band of rebels to tackle a growing terrorist state before they become large enough to set fire to world after world. Every galactic government is going to ignore these people until they become a large enough threat against them personally; and because they waited so long to do something countless people will have suffered or died long before the first shot." Tenebra regarded those present. "The Confederacy is engaged with them presently." Her golden eyes shifted back to Niva. "The terrorists struck first, because they were ignored; but they won't stop there. They have begun to move in the shadows. The Eternal Empire. The New Imperial Order. I see their hand stretching forth to these imperialists -- the people the terrorists claim to oppose. Because, in the end, they seek what ever man of the modern era does -- dominion. Endless, unrivaled dominion over all life; to dictate how they life, and how they die."

Slowly the vampire turned her head aside with a smile on her lips until she looked back at Gurnin. "A band of rebels to oppose a band of terrorists before they become another Empire. A chance to push back before it is too late. Let the Empires fight among themselves; we have no need for politics."

Tag: Tera Highwind | Kinsa'olan​

Based on Kyra Perl's Code​

 

[Gurnin Von]

R I S E



| Niva Doneeta | Kemei Awosiji | @Kinsa’olan | Tenebra Erys | Tera Highwind |​

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There were quite a few times throughout Niva’s speech to the group that Gurnin found himself smiling lightly at the sights and sounds of the firey young one attempting to coax a reaction from the rest of the group. Her words were powerful, but what gave them the most staying power was the emotion behind them. Even if she didn’t have a personal connection to the actual devastating attacks that took place on her homeworld, the connection she had to her people threw enough emotion into the mix that in reality, it didn’t matter too much what she said, as long as she expressed herself. It was a beautiful thing to see, and one that brought memories back of himself during his younger days.

He once held that same fire within his stomach. He would make those rousing speeches. He would be the first on the battlefield with the forces he had assembled. He would watch..watch as those people were slaughtered by the red blades of the sith. Watch as their families broke down when he was forced to deliver the news.

While there was romantism to be found in a rebellion against an evil group of some kind, or even to go out in a blaze of glory defending one’s beliefs, war was not a romantic thing. Perhaps the young twilek already knew this. She might have seen this fact already growing up. And who knew of the others. He could not judge for them, nor make any judgements for them. All Gurnin knew were his own experiences, and how the life of a rebel was not meant to be something of glory. It was dirty. It was hard. It was dangerous.

But when one was fighting for their ideals..sometimes those things didn’t matter very much.

This would be a bit different than what he attempted however. There was less of an empire to stand up to this time. Their sizes of forces could be..comparable, almost. It would be quite the interesting endeavor to take on. If he decided it was worth his time helping, of course. But just because something was interesting didn’t mean it wouldn’t be incredibly difficult to pull off. That was something that Niva would need to know sooner rather than later.

“Unless I am mistaken..” Gurnin’s voice popped up, looking around the gathering, meeting each of the strange figure’s eyes before continuing. “I am the only one here who has run one of these rebellion organizations that you wish to conduct, Niva..and there are many factors you must consider before attempting to create one.” He swallowed lightly, shifting on his wooden seat. The man was no teacher, but the least he could do was help this group get off the ground with the experience he had gathered. That the most, at least in this moment, he was willing to offer.

Facing the blue twilek once again, he held up five blue skinned fingers, each rugged and cut from years of fighting. “There are five main components to a rebellion that I learned while on Pantoran. Supplies, manpower, backing, starships, and leadership.” With each one listed, he curled a finger, leaving a fist hanging in the air. A symbolic gesture. “With those five components, you will have your strong force. But with each one that is weak, or not unified with the others, you will lose your effectiveness.” Slowly lowering his fist, Gurnin shifted back into his leaned back position, watching the Twilek for any sort of reaction. Whether or not this woman was more than just a bundle of emotions waiting to fall apart, or the leader that the Pantoran thought she could be, was to be seen. For now, she needed to understand the gravity of what she was asking these people to do with her. What she was asking..

..them to put their lives on the line for.