Faction Growing from the Aftermath (GA Members, Jedi/Senators/GADF)

[Raya Najwa Zambrano]

"Sammiches, sammich… sssssssamich." Raya smacked her lips and tapped her fingers along her thigh. "Saaand… wich."

Another in the throng was no Jedi. While the Light of the Force exuded from Raya with a sunshine smile, the well-meaning Echani youth was no Knight, or member of an Alliance. Raya was, as ever, a flower following the sun's rays. She ended up where she was meant to be, and believed by the end, she'd end up home again.

Wherever home was, with Raya it was impossible to tell. As the good doctor came up near enough to her to be heard, Raya foisted another Jedi on her feet, patted off bits of grass, and handed the woman a sandwich wrapped in wax paper.

"Curama whata?" Silver eyes cranked open a bit wider, Raya's body language as open as a child who never knew anything but safety.

"Ooo! Ooo!" Raya scrambled over and dusted off her hands. The closer Shan would get to Darth Carnifex 's sunshine daughter, the more her own state would open to a doctor's eyes.

While her outward body, if a bit thin, appeared in perfect health, there was a vacancy to her eyes. A shell-shocked innocence that shattered cognition. The world around her barely touched any consciousness inside, as if impenetrable walls guarded a wondering mind.

She was empty of anything but instinct, a few words and absolute trust in strangers.

"Curatasava… curtsa… life-saver? How? Why? What? That sounds great! How do you learn it? Ooo! Are you hungry? There's sand…wich…" Biting her bottom lip, Raya spun around to scan the horizon and search for even one familiar thing. A bunch of people by a tree, someone else passing bottles… others meditating. When she swerved back around to Shan, the momentary twitch of her lip, the worried brow melted. "Hiya! I'm Raya."

She thrust out her hand, "Do you shake hands?"

A ripple tore through the fabric of reality itself. This, for many, would be moderately if not extremely surprising. For Raya, it was an opportunity to make a new friend!

"Ooo!" She pointed at the Jedi Master and her Zeltron compatriot, and trotted over.

Raya's vacant eyed grin dipped, when a question was asked. "Oh! … carry the two… plus… three, four, five…" Counting on her fingers and each knuckle, Raya snapped back to attention, her smile back and intact. "Sixty seven. Ya want one? We got pastrami on rye, bantha with those lil nightshade slices… and…. who…." She tapped at her lip, looking back to Shan as if the man knew some great secret. "…who, who, who… not how many, Raya! Hah! Wow, I feel so stupid right now. That guy said there's this curasa... curadosada... whoo. Basic, am I right?"

A slap of her forehead and Raya went to hold out her hand… switched the right for the left, then thrust it out at Matsu Ike for a handshake. "Hiya! I'm Raya! Left… it's… my left. I'm left… do you need a sandwich, too? There's a lot of people here, who need sandwiches."

 

[Thressik Marn]

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"bzzz Greet-innngz... lihl-tuhl wunnn cht," he said to Adara when she spoke to him.

She seemed a little bit flabbergasted by his appearance, but at the same time she was polite about it. There were other species similar to him within this galaxy, but not quite the same, and not quite with the propensity for spending their time directly connected to nature. Of course, the fact that he had a living plant wrapped around his arm, and was clothed in living plants, might also be of interest to the girl. Her strange nature interested him, but he would have to ponder it more before questioning her about it.

What he most wanted to discover was more about the tree and its connection to the woman next to Adara.

“Whyyy cht doo yuu giiiv... so muuchh of yuur-sellff bzzz... to dheh treeee when yuu arr... iill?
chrr Doo yuu wiiish... to beecumm wunn... and leeev... dhis plaaayne?”

It was difficult to understand the situation surrounding the tree. She had nurtured it, but he could still feel the connection between it and the woman. Add in the slow siphoning from Adara and he could see that there was much more to this situation than a mere tree that was nurtured by someone who wished to be at one with nature. She was clearly meaning the tree for something more than just a tree, but what was that?

He moved his hand to rest against the trunk of the tree and allowed the Spiral to control his mind and body for a moment, releasing some of his own energies into the tree, and consequently through it to the source of the tree's power: Alex. He wasn’t sure what it would do to her, but his intention was to find a way to bolster her through the power within the tree itself. Helping others was paramount to the existence of a Whisper. They existed to see the imbalance around them and work to, gently, correct it.

Perhaps it would work, perhaps not, but it would be against his nature not to try.

OUTFIT: Robes Made From Living Plants | GEAR: Green Bladed Lightsaber
TAGS: Adara Raxis | Alexandra Feanor | Lander Stalwart | Nathan Bloodscrawl ​

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's eyes drifted between the various jedi who meandered and spoke among each other within the grove. Safe as they were, Garlan himself would eventually wander off, taking the remainder of Vulpesen's guards with him as they found their own place to mourn the dead and recover from the disaster that was Coruscant.

Most of these people he recognized, even considered friends to some degree. Perhaps that was why he had come to the Temple's defense, futile as it was. The Jedi order and he could never seem to get along. But its members, the actual people, often made up his closest circles of friends. It was an enigma to him how such a paradox could be possible.

His tail flicked as he turned to an opening portal, his head tilting as Matsu Ike stepped out. "Hard to say. Hard fight. We had quite a few evacuations, but we definitely took some losses. Caltin Vanagor for one." His ears flicked towards Alexandra Feanor as she mentioned her political ambitions. Times were changing again it seemed. Perhaps it was time to give Lucas a bit of a break. Veradune's influence was starting to spread, and the excellsus of his diplomatic corp couldn't be everywhere at once, especially if he was tied to the alliance's schedule.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

[I have observed one thing.] Nathan said in his disturbingly perfect Mandalorian to Adara Raxis

[Detachment is not our way. If we were truly detached, we would not bother lifting our sabers to defend anyone. That's a bunch of propaganda the masters put up to try and distance themselves. But they are not so above it all, and you should never believe any of us if we say such a thing to you. It's a load of crap.]

Nathan spared her a glance.

[I went through a personal version of what happened to Coruscant when I was a teenager. I wasn't anymore detached then compared to now. And I have lived through many more massacres just like it.] he added.

[All I saw at Coruscant was failure of leadership. It's days like this I honestly feel like leaving the population that has the memory of a goldfish to its fate. Maybe a thousand years of those psychos stepping on their faces is what they need to wake up and think for themselves.] he admitted bitterly.

He saw Alexandra Feanor admit she was injured, saw the corruption, but said nothing. After everything he had seen, the abject failure of The Alliance and the Order to turn the tide, with the survivors more focused on spreading hope and harassing the Sith then drawing up real plans to shatter their hold on Coruscant, Nathan was just about fed up with modern Jedi and their supposedly enlightened ways of doing things. Most Gulag Era Jedi would never have stomached even a quarter of the talk he heard coming from those like Valery Noble ...they would have been hitting hard, fast, and ruthlessly.

"I'll take a sandwich!" Nathan called out to Raya Najwa Zambrano .

"Probably the only fethin' thing going right on this planet right now..." he muttered.

Vulpesen

Thressik Marn

 

[Lander Stalwart]

Alderaan
Tags: Adara Raxis , Alexandra Feanor , Nathan Bloodscrawl , Thressik Marn , Others...

Lander's Blaster Pistol, Lander's Prosthetic Arm
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"The Force is all a bit much, isn't it Senator? Light, Dark, in between… it's like… explaining where the wind comes from."

"Think of it as a weapon no different from your blaster."

"A bit much is an apt description..." Lander sighed.

And it was certainly no weapon. It was a force of nature, concentrated into a being. He had seen things that defied understanding. It was no wonder that some senators feared the Jedi as much as they did. They were justified, of course, but they also never presented an alternative of what would fill the gap in the service they provided.

Lander at least got the idea that Mrs. Feanor was ill, in some regard. Bloodscroll and Marn made this very clear, and the woman seemed to confirm such a thing outright. He wasn't even going to try to unpack her being a tree.

"Senator... I hope to be working beside you soon."

"Ah... aspirations for political service?" he noted. "I wish you luck. The Alliance will have need of charitable participants in her offices in the coming days, that much I am certain of."

Who knew what the coming days would even look like by now. It was all so messy...

"I'll take a sandwich!" Nathan called out to Raya Najwa Zambrano .

"I'm good..."

He'd eat later. Things like this made his stomach adverse to food.