Lialic
Actors:
Bastard
Tools clattered inside the crate as he stopped to regard the second newcomer. Lialic had become a busy place. With the Galactic Alliance and New Imperials, now the Silvers had come to lend a hand as well. Help seemed to come from all corners of the Galaxy. The embers of hope were shining brighter than the last decade had suggested they could.
That knowledge seemed to breathe a second wind through his body. Much of the strain that had built over the last days eased up, and he had to bite back the smile that nearly crept up on him. He shifted the grip he had on the crate and turned to the other Jedi, standing a little straighter than he had before.
Though his brow arched by a microscopic amount as the Imperial took the initial conversation into his grasp, he had to nod his agreement to the information that was provided. "He's right. Check with Moraine. She still needs help in the infirmary. Tall Zabrak woman, just that way," he nodded over his shoulder, "she'll likely be unloading the medicine that just came in. Folks around here have all manner of ails that haven't received the necessary treatments."
He shifted the grip on the crate again, displacing its weight to lay more comfortably in his hands as he set out on their original path. With its burden and the mounting exhaustion returning to bear down on him, he wanted to make the most of that second wind. The sooner they got the thermal shields up and running with those new upgrades, the better for everyone left on Lialic, Bernard included. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the appearance of being unbothered by the heat and he didn't want to find out.
He shifted his attention back to the Imperial to push the thought to the back of his mind. Now that they were alone again, he could pick up where they had left off their introductions before the brief interruption.
"Welcome to the Alliance relief team. I was in the process of preparing the thermal shield components when you caught me. We'll be bringing them up to modern standards. The lack of any trade with this system has kept them practically suspended in time for the last decade; they need these upgrades bad. Should be just at the edge of the city's outskirts," he said, vaguely nodding forward.
Though it was far from a sprawling city, it would be some time until they reached the outskirts on foot. A lot of time that needed to be passed somehow. The many voices sounding on the great square they'd left behind slowly faded and the echo of their steps took over the empty street. The natural light shining from beyond the mesa's cliffs coated everything in a bright, warm hue. The sky still mercifully lacked Lialic's star among its dark sea, but despite the late hour, it was still bright enough for the streets to lack artificial illumination. Firey reds and oranges played on the dark grey duracrete. Bernard wasn't sure how much of the display was imposed on the duracrete by the extended spectrum of light he perceived and just how much of it was visible to his companion.
Curiosity found its way to him. He glanced over at the Imperial. Something had caught his interest just before they were interrupted and, indeed, with the glance he confirmed the presence of a sabre hilt at the man's belt.
"You hail from the Knights? I caught some hearsay among the DF about your Order's involvement in the recent battles of the Braxant. How fares the war against the Sith?" he asked, unwittingly allowing more interest into his words than he'd wanted.
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