Faction Holdout | Kef Bir [Galactic Alliance]

[Saphira Ohm]

Holdout
Kef Bir, Ocean Moon of Endor
Tags: Open

Epo-1 Interceptor
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Over the span of the last few weeks hyperlanes across the Galaxy have been warping and shifting for unknown reasons. One such shift, that of a lesser traveled route to the Endor System, has left an old Alliance vessel stranded. The Font of Wisdom is a Convor-Class Corvette that served in the Second Great Hyperspace War. After her many years of service she was converted to an evacuation vessel, still serving some purpose so long as her internal components have yet to decay. The Wisdom was, as such, shuttling wounded away from the Sith front back to the core, choosing to take the remote route through the Endor System to avoid being intercepted before making it to safety, potentially risking the lives of the patients onboard. What occurred, however, was wholly unexpected. A mass shadow, completely unseen by the systems aboard the vessel, seemed to appear out of nowhere and damage the corvette. After taking critical broadside damage, the old ship was forced out of hyperspace to take refuge on the Ocean Moon of Endor, Kef Bir. Now the vessel sits stranded on a flat, grassy island, stuck in the rain. Their SOS beacon is active and hailing to the rest of the Alliance, awaiting a hopefully swift recovery.

Amongst them is a padawan fresh off of her first assignment, the young witch Saphira Ohm. As maintenance crews set off into the rain to assess the damage, the young woman found herself aimlessly wondering the cargo-bay of the vessel, overhearing the various concerns of the crew.

"If this is gonna take a while, I hope we have enough provisions..."

"Relax, we're stocked up to last a month out here. I doubt it will take that long."

"In the case it does," Saphira chimed in, "there's no reason to worry. I've heard mention that lanky stallion-like creatures were spotted by some of the maintenance crew. I'm certain that they would have more than enough essential compounds within their entrails to comfortably survive off of."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Right... I'll keep that in mind..."

Saphira could really only watch in confusion as the crewmembers of the Font of Wisdom walked off. Had she said something wrong? These were simple facts of survival that most on Dathomir knew well. Getting lost in the wilds without the means to sustain yourself was a death sentence. After all, you had to compete with the beasts as well. What she had said was, as far as she was concerned, completely reasonable.

Maybe they were just tired. That made sense.

With little else to do, the young woman gazed out into the rain, spotting a lone rocky overhang that seemed particularly comfortable. She set off through the grass, not particularly bothered by the precipitation, and sat herself down on a flat stone. With a whisper of words that couldn't quite be understood, green energy swirled up before her. After a moment it dissipated, leaving behind a bright orange fire that seemed to feed off of... nothing. It simply sat there under the overhang, comfortably contained.

Hopefully they wouldn't be waiting long.

OOC: This is a chill thread for castaways to hang out and chat, not really a rescue thread. That means no sudden relief fleet showing up and ruining the fun. Thank you in advance.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Jedi Robes
Fighter

These days, hyperspace travel was a dangerous gamble. No matter how carefully you mapped your route, sooner or later, the odds turned against you. The universe was the house, and the house always won.

Still, Mykel could be thankful that their accident had only ended up in them being stranded and not worse. The Font was mostly intact. Mostly. He didn't need to be a technopath to see the ship was a wreck, with little hope of being repaired anytime soon with what few parts they had on hand. Honestly, the old frame should have been decommissioned cycles ago, but there too many desperate cries for help, and a shockingly dwindling number of ships left to answer as more and more were lost to anomalies.

He was helping take stock of their provisions when he noticed another Padawan trying to offer advice. She wasn't wrong. Pointing out the local wildlife to utilize was smart, especially if they had to conserve the ship's power, but the suggestion seemed hit the crewmates present like a bad joke. They looked at her like exasperated parents humoring a mischievous toddler.

Mykel had opened his mouth, the young Consular about to thank her and smooth it over with everyone else to make peace, but she drifted away before he could.

He watched her go, then turned back to the others. "I know it's not easy," he said, voice low but firm, "but right now we're all we've got out here. Let's try not to be arses to each other."

Setting aside his datapad, he slipped on his outer jacket and followed after her into the rain. The precipitation broke against an invisible dome around him, a simple trick of telekinesis, the barrier given definition with each rivulet sliding harmlessly aside.

He found her set upon a flat boulder, whispering in an alien tongue as a strange but beautiful visible aura rose before her like a curtain. Mykel slowed, watching in quiet awe as the green swell of energy coiled and shimmered, then faded as bright orange flames sprang to life in its place.

"How did you do that?" He asked her, genuinely impressed.

Saphira Ohm

 

[Saphira Ohm]

Kef Bir
Tags: Mykel Dawson

Epo-1 Interceptor
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"How did you do that?" He asked her, genuinely impressed.

Saphira glanced up, her solid brown eyes settling on the other padawan who had come over to speak to her.

"Just a weaving of words is all," she noted, "Back home I would have called it a spell, but our Magick and the Force the Order uses seem to be one in the same. I... suppose you can consider it my wish in physical form... and my mouth as the conduit of creation."

The young woman let out a sigh, shifting closer to the fire. She hadn't quite settled into this Jedi stuff as of yet. She was still a bit in the deep-end, and all she was having a hard time processing the world beyond what she had known on Dathomir. A place for some things and not others, it seemed. She had a lot to get used to. No doubt this stranger had seen her sub-optimal interaction with the rest of the crew earlier...

"It's nothing special," the young woman muttered, "Just another way to conjure heat... it's common for Jedi I've been told. It just looks a little different..."

A sigh escaped her chest.

"Much like most things seem to be... different..."

She'd take a while to get used to all of this. It wasn't at all what she had expected.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

The breeze coming off the ocean was sharp enough to sting, carrying the heavy scent of salt and the low growl of distant surf against the cliffs.

Nos Voros adjusted the strap of his gear bag over one shoulder, picking his way carefully across the uneven ground toward the flicker of firelight tucked under a rocky overhang. The Font of Wisdom loomed in the distance.

Nos hadn’t exactly kept close company on the trip out. No need.
The Padawans had their mentors, their missions. He had his own orders; classified, quiet, and none of their business. But stranded was stranded.
Survival didn’t care what robes you wore or what titles you carried.

He paused a few paces out, letting the two figures by the fire — both young, both tense in ways they probably thought they were hiding — register him before moving closer.

The fire cracked and popped, sending tiny embers drifting up into the growing dark. Nos gave a small, informal nod.

"Mind if I join you?"

He didn’t expect ceremony. Didn’t need it. The way he figured, there wasn't much else to do for the moment.

He dug out his Fusion Lantern and set it by the other gathered things near the fire before squatting down onto his heels, elbows resting on his knees.

Saphira Ohm Mykel Dawson​

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Jedi Robes
Fighter

The woman was polite enough, offering a explanation, but it was clear that was she troubled, her tone muted. He wondered if it was just from the rude exchange from earlier, or something more. Everyone seemed to have a full plate, even before the accident.

Trying to bring some levity, he offered his own ideas, genuinely fascinated.

"Ah, magic. Back in my enclave, we've been having a ongoing debate about the nature of magic. Some Jedi have the same idea presented to you, that magic is just another way of manifesting our Force abilities. However, I've come around to the idea that magic is a distinct phenomena from the way Jedi typically use the force. Think of like an instrument like a flute, different notes produce different sounds. If we extrapolate that to spells - your incantations and rites could in fact be you resonating with certain waveforms that underpin functions the universe, resulting in particular effects, learned through generations of experimentation developed into tradition."

Mykel was getting excited as he started to nerd out, but caught himself, remember the point of his words.

"What I'm trying to say is that perhaps your spells are much more impressive that you've been led to believe. Not just a crutch to using the Force, but something different. Special."

Another figure approached as he spoke, one of their crewmates. The older man did not resonate in the Force, but none the less he appeared very competent and capable. That was good - they needed tough fellows just like him to survive.

"Please do," he motioned to the man, then offering a hand.

"I'm Padawan Mykel Dawson," he introduced himself to the man and now the woman he had initially came out to find. He also extended the radius of his barrier so that the whole trio could remain dry and warm under the rain.

Saphira Ohm Nos Voros

 

[Saphira Ohm]

Kef Bir
Tags: Mykel Dawson

Epo-1 Interceptor
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"What I'm trying to say is that perhaps your spells are much more impressive that you've been led to believe. Not just a crutch to using the Force, but something different. Special."

"Perhaps," Saphira relented. "I suppose in a larger galaxy it's more special, even if it may not seem like it from my previous perspective."

The young woman tilted her head to see the new arrival, offering a smile to the Zeltron. So many new sorts of people she had never seen before were out here in the galaxy. Saphira was used to being the odd one out back home, having come from abroad to her home on a crashed vessel, but out here she didn't seem to be that strange physically.

Though she certainly stood out in other regards.

"I am Saphira," she finally introduced. "It is nice to make your acquaintance."

How strange this place was. Rain was few and far between on Dathomir. Yet this place was lush, green, with a grey sky and sprawling fields. No red overcast, only a slight gloom that gave the atmosphere a colder feeling. And of course she couldn't ignore the salty smell from the ocean nearby.

Another place that seemed so unusual, yet nonetheless fascinating.

"Have the two of you traveled a lot?" the witch asked. "I must admit that I've only recently departed from my homeworld.."

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"I'm Padawan Mykel Dawson,"

"I am Saphira, It is nice to make your acquaintance."

"Captain Voros", he replied - a bit formal for the situation perhaps, but these two seemed half his age. That fact seemed to be of some comfort to at least one of them judging by what his empathic telepathy picked up on, so he didn't mind adopting the persona of a responsible adult - it wasn't so different from his day-to-day day anyway.

"Have the two of you traveled a lot?" the witch asked. "I must admit that I've only recently departed from my homeworld.."

"A fair bit, yes." He pointed to a twin set of scars along his forearm - "Wyschokk spider bite on Keshi." He pointed to a few other scars — Cerea, Fornax, Fondor, Kiros, Ibaar, Hapes, Woostri.

Lastly he pointed to the most obvious facial scar running along his left cheek, detailed enough to make out where stitching had been necessary. "...Coruscant".

It was pretty clear that wasn't the purpose of Saphira's question, however. "Where is your homeworld?" Nos returned the question, leaving room for Mykel Dawson to answer with his travels beforehand.

In the meantime, Nos turned on the fusion lantern and gathered up more dry brush from the immediate surroundings.

Saphira Ohm | Mykel Dawson​

 

[Saphira Ohm]

Kef Bir
Tags: Mykel Dawson , Nos Voros

Epo-1 Interceptor
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"Where is your homeworld?"

"Dathomir," Saphira stated, "But clearly I am not Dathomiri. If I recall what our Clan Mother told me, I was born amidst a crash on the planet. As such I was raised to be a witch."

The young woman let out a sigh, folding her hands together.

"It has been strange to be away," she noted, "moreso that the witches that the Core, at least, seems to recognize are the Nightsisters. I grew up seeing their raids on other clans. It's rather jarring to be associated with them now, I think."

Saphira glanced between the Nos and Mykel. She knew that Mykel was human, as many witches on Dathomir were human as well, but Captain Voros was not a species she recognized. Pink skin, a slight sensation around him that seemed to make her a bit dizzy. How peculiar. She couldn't help but wonder what may be the cause of such a thing.

"Would... it be insensitive to ask what you are, Captain Voros?" Saphira asked earnestly. "I asked once before to someone but they seemed to consider it rude."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

"It's a pleasure to make both of your acquaintance," he told them with a small nod. Despite their currently troubles, he was thankful that he wasn't in this alone.

After introductions, Saphira asked them about their travels. Voros went first, revealing an impressive string of worlds visited to go with his scars. Mykel's ears perked up at the mention of Woostri, in particular.

"The GA had a rough time with Woostri, to say the least. I'm glad you made it out of there, friend - the Sith now have everything locked down within their domain, and I shudder to think what happens within their Empire these days. The fall of Woostri was a rallying cry for my enclave, so we've become active under the New Jedi Order."

He took his turn to answer Saphira's question, his voice steady but tinged with a quiet weight.

"I'm actually an immigrant to the Galactic Alliance from Kashyyyk. I was born there when it was still the capital of the Silver Jedi Concord. Following the dissolvement of the Concord, we remained there for a short time, but unfortunately, many of the same Sith who now hound the GA started to pillage Kashyyyk for slaves when we were no longer able to hold back their fleets and hordes. My parents were afraid my siblings and I would be taken by slavers - Force Sensitive younglings fetch a high price - so they moved us to Coruscul, the original world of the Silver Jedi. Since then, I've done some traveling with my dad, who's a Jedi Master working with BoSS. Our last trip together was to Bastion, not too long ago actually."

His recollection started off on a heavy note, but it ended on a sweet memory with his family, leaving a smile on his face.

"Most recently, I was at the galactic center with Grandmaster Noble mapping new hyperlanes through the deep core. You can practically hear the stars sing there. That experience will stick with me forever."

There were other elements to that particular mission, but for now they remained highly classified - discoveries that could rebalance the galactic order.

It was funny that she asked Voros about his ancestry, as he had been trying to figure out hers. Certainly near-human at first glance, but he had never seen one with such a gem inset on their forehead. Was that organic to her? Much of the galaxy remained such a (glorious) mystery to the Padawan.

Saphira Ohm Nos Voros