Faction In the wake of Arkania (GA Aftermath RP, LS and TIC present invited)

[Alexandra Feanor]

Thyferra, Recovery and Rebuilding
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Thyferra, a world that has seen the need for its bacta production and distribution a thousand times over. Deep wounds and great suffering halted through the life saving efforts of the chemical and even now the world hosted those who needed such recovery. Those who had been evacuated from Thyferra, as well as the neighboring worlds that had fallen in the most recent Imperial Campaign now brought to the world in order for their lives to be cared for and their suffering quieted. Even a few who had been taken as Prisoners of War had been brought here, left to rest but treated all the same as that was how the Alliance dealt with those who had fallen into their care.

Alexandra herself rested on her knees, her hand resting over the body of a young man who had found a great deal of his side scorched and torn apart by the blast from a Turbolaser. He would need much more permanent treatment but the woman could atleast do this little bit for them. weaving the Force to her command as the Silvered Lady wrapped the young man in the force. Their pain pulled from them, merging into Alexandra as she continued her work and sought to ensure their survival at the least.

Others had been called in as well, Sera Mina had offered her services in bringing the pain of these soldiers to an end. Her medical expertise allowing for many to survive and walk again when they otherwise may have been able to do so anymore. Those like Ronhar Tane who had apparently fought beside the Alliance Soldiers given the chance to aid and move supplies where they were necessary. Dayna Rhyss invited to see how the Alliance treated those after a retreat and loss against the Galactic Empire while individuals like Kylass Starhaven , Pak Jaehyun and Jin Taeyang were welcomed to both treat their wounds and rest from the struggles that had been faced in the battle.

Alexandra herself was not too far from the likes of Tiber Septimus and Cressida Tolliver , senators she had worked closely with so far and had met well. The loss of Feridade Parthi from the Senate Halls was still in need of investigation, and something that Alexandra hoped Nos Voros might have more leads on. She was certain the Commandos could learn more and track down what had happened to the man.

Of course, she hoped that Lander Stalwart would be there too, to offer his people's own aid as they had on Corellia. The man was someone she trusted to do that well.

Of course, many more she knew would not be far, Gavin Restur who had suffered a tense engagement during the battle, Ko Vuto who had pushed through and protected the trenches through the use of the Force, Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra who had utilized their strengths to enhance the droids that had been present on the field of battle. A lone soldier as well, one she had seen in the report named CT-312 had been noticed as well, and Alexandra had reached out through her AI Aide to see if they could be tracked down, see if they could join them on Thyferra to help those in need.

And lastly, there was those like Vulpesen and Noah Corek , individuals who had not been on the battlefield or in the Senate, but none the less she knew could provide aid in this time of suffering. Those who could be there to do more and to ensure a brighter future for the Alliance.

 

[Cressida Tolliver]

Cressida dragged the back of her wrist across her forehead, trying -- and failing -- to avoid smearing the blood from her gloved hand on her forehead as she tried to brush sweat away before it rolled into her eyes. Her typical fashion had been compromised by necessity, her jacket discarded -- somewhere -- and the sleeves of her ivory blouse rolled up to her elbows. It was a shame that there was no press there, she mused grimly. The people of the Galactic Alliance wouldn't be harmed to see their elected representatives pitching in.

"Senator?" the nurse said curtly.

"Mm?" Cressida asked. The nurse gestured at the gauze that the Senator was holding to an alien triage victim's upper torso, which had become slightly dislodged, allowing a trickle of a green-tinged blood to escape. "Sorry, sorry," she grunted, and leaned in again, pressing the gauze back in the appropriate place to staunch the blood.

The problem was that there were too many injuries, too many refugees, too many casualties, and not nurses, doctors, social workers, or aid workers. It was all hands to the pump now, and when the call came for help, Cressida had joined her fellow Senators without hesitation. Even without press, she had to ruefully admit, it was the right thing to do.

The person on the table -- a man, Cressida thought, based on the sounds of its grunts and whimpers, but she didn't pretend to be an expert on xenobiology -- seized on the table, chest lifting off the makeshift surgery table as a doctor made an incision on the other side. "Shh," Cressida said, trying to sound as soothing as she could while pressing down to keep the being stable. "He's -- he's almost finished," she muttered, not having any idea whether it was true. The grisly wound on the being's chest had begun to fester and become necrotic; it had to be removed if it was going to survive.

Much like the Alliance, she thought darkly.

"Done," the doctor said grimly. A strong medicinal scent accompanied the nurse's pushing a treated strip of bandaging to the gash that the doctor had just cleaved from him. The doctor moved to the next one, calling over his shoulder, "Senator Tollerman, hold those flippers, please. Sir, can you hear me? This may sting a bit..."

Cressida didn't have time to correct him, didn't feel it was the time or place, and she quickly discarded her gloves and pulled on a fresh set before taking hold of the Mon Cal's flippers. She held them in place, just in time for the doctor to begin his triage, causing a guttural moan of pain from the naval officer.

 

[BB-DD]

Dee Dee was usually a droid in the service of Jedi but today she found herself zipping around a medical camp. The wounded and wary lay scattered about while healers attended to them. Dee Dee brought supplies to bedsides, removed waste, and tried to keep the place as clean as possible to avoid infection.

She zipped around someone walking and deposited some blood gauze into the trash, beeping at the person in her way to move.

This little droid had places to be!

 

[Kylass Starhaven]

Sat in a repulsorlift chair, her broken legs encased in bacta filled brace-casts, and her forearms injected with intravenous vein drips, Kylass Starhaven tried to ignore the painful thrumming beat of recovery in her body. Instead she placed her attention in reaching out to the Force through a meditative game of Dejarik.

The hologame table was littered with the arrayed positions of the holomonster pieces across a checkered board. The holoprojected pieces were set to a challenge module that put the player in a disadvantage, having been exposed to a Fork Gambit at the start by the computer.

Here Kylass was faced with a dilemma, no matter her move against the module, a holomonster piece would be lost. To strike would be to be exposed elsewhere and to defend would mean abandoning another piece to its fate against the computer. Disaster was assured, it just mattered which disaster was perversely affordable than the other.

Kylass hovered a finger over the rim of the table, just above the command input touchscreens. She sighed and removed her finger, to bring it with the rest among her bandaged hand and put them to rubbing her temple. She couldn’t think. No strategy came to her, neither in the game or in its meditating allegory for the galaxy at large.

Simulation proved to conjure nothing and she dared not go into reflection, she didn’t need reminding what happened on Arkania. Forward, she had to look forward, into the Force for its guidance. But the Light Side cast no shadows to pattern her thoughts and the Will of Ashla was a dim hum drowned between the drone of bodily aches. Kylass exhaled a frustrated huff from her bending frown and slouched back into her repulsorlift chair. Looking to the side, she glanced across the lake Pak Jaehyun and Jin Taeyang 's ship was landed amongst.

Her rescue in their ship had been harried by the Empire as they pursued the evacuating Alliance Fleet across the Core. They had all hoped their circuitous fleeing would lead back to Atrisia, but when the Alliance Fleet called to all allied ships to make an emergency hyperspace jump - they had followed. Now they had found themselves in Thyferra, among the dregs of the Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order’s defenders. That thought soured Kylass for a moment, she wasn’t in the mood to face any of them…or what they had done on Arkania.

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TAGS: Henna Ashina​

 

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

Thyferra – Medical Relief Center


The scent of bacta and antiseptic cannot undo the bitter ache in her chest—but for now, it must suffice.

Ezorea knelt beside a young injured soldier whose breathing was shallow, each rise and fall of his chest a muted plea for life. She grounded her grief, her thoughts of Arkania's shattered spires and her missing family, and let her hands move with purpose. She wove the Force into a gentle caress, pulling pain into herself so the wounded could breathe easier, rest more deeply.

She closed her eyes for a moment afterward, forcing her breath steady as she reminded herself why she was here. In her mind, Arkania's towers lay in ruin but here, lives could still be spared.

Her voice was soft when she spoke, words not for the patient, but for the gathering strength of her own heart: "May this balm hold you until you can stand again."

Then, opening her eyes, she looked around and saw others Alexandra, bound in concentration over another victim; Cressida, sleeves rolled up, fiercely steady at a bedside; Dee Dee darting by with fresh supplies and quiet purpose.

Ezorea rose, shoulders firm but resolute, and moved to the next patient. A medic called for more synthhelix; she offered to help manage the supply surge, inwardly trembling at thoughts of home, but reminding herself: there must be life here, even if loss has already taken part of her.

Every life she saved felt like a fold in her grief being disclosed not undone, but honored. Because healing requires more than physical skill; it demands that she bury one wound today so she can tend to another.

She pressed forward, breath rising with the rhythm of the hospital rushing around her, determined to serve, to heal—until she can find the strength to face her own loss.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN TYMOHA HULPAR
MIN DISCOVERER
OBJECTIVE: AFTERMATH

It was all a lot to take in.

High above the skies of Thyferra was one of the most bizarre fleets ever assembled by the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. Unlike most Imperial Naval Fleets, this one was not here to bring death or devastation to the inhabitants of the planet, but rather to aid them in their most desperate hour.

This fleet...was a relief fleet.

Dispatched directly from Mahporeem itself, the relief fleet consisted mainly of Von Strauss-class cargo ships and Arquitens-class Cargo Cruisers, each ship filled to the brim with AT-HSWs, AT-LSWs and AT-CTs. As the ships landed on the planet's surface and disembarked their walkers, they brought with them a host of medical supplies: Bacta Tanks, Imperial Mobile Surgical Units and even prefabricated Hospital Modules. Admittedly, most of these supplies didn't come from Mahporeem proper but instead had been donated by the Imperial Confederation as part of their PR blitz against the false Galactic Empire.

Of course, Mahporeem was more than happy to take the credit for themselves, as this was something of a golden opportunity to get into the good books of the floundering Galactic Alliance. After all, the more favors that the Alliance owed Mahporeem and the Imperial Confederation, the better!

Still, the focus now was ensuring that proper medical care was dispersed throughout the entirety of the planet. As Medic Troopers worked their way throughout the crowds, Captain Hulpar couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. After all, the Alliance had just been fighting and killing Imperials without a second thought, and yet here they were now happily accepting help from another band of Imperials that would have normally have been their mortal enemies.

Strange times called for strange measures, it would seem.

And until their common enemy was defeated once and for all, strange measures would have to become normal measures for all those involved...lest the false Empire reclaim their place in the galaxy as a harbinger of chaos and destruction!

TAGS:
OPEN

 

[Kyric]

In the aftermath of the battle, Kyric was dragged back to the imperial line by none-other-than Wymar. The Dark Side Elite defeated the weakened Kyric with little trouble during the battle, twisting the boy's long-buried feelings pertaining to his father, the late Sword of the Jedi.

By the time Kyric Karis came to, he was once more in chains, locked away in the Dark Side Elite's seat of power: the Sepulchre. Following his prior escape at the beginning of the Battle for Arkania, the Emperor's Elite kept the kiffar under heavy guard and under constant supervision. Escape proved impossible—on his own, anyway. But Kyric knew better than that. He wasn't alone, even separated from the New Jedi Order, Lightsworn, and the Naboo. Allies would come. In time.

All he had to do was survive.

The durasteel blast door slid open to reveal the smiling face of a blue-skinned nautolan.

Lord Creuat, a long time adversary to Kyric had once been an ally of his father during their war on the Sith Empire. Now, he served as the Sith'ari's right hand and Executor of the Empire.

With Fisto's appearance, Kyric knew the ride back to Byss was going to be entirely unpleasant...

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The rescue of Kyric Karis will continue in another thread....

Honorary Mentions: Lord Creuat | Wymar

 

[Pelie besk]

Pelie walked the planet she had been asked to arrest Solan Charr and hold him until his sentencing could be carried out or redeem him completely. As she made her approach she could sense all the injured and pain people where in it upset her and what upset her more was the fact she wasn't there to help. But she was preoccupied with other things and couldn't be there which bothered the miraluka jedi more than it should have.

She approached solan her lightsaber on her hip as she did so "I hear im supposed to try and rehabilitate you solan" she said standing there Sensing his darkside energy. She would try but she prefered fighting darksiders to helping convert them to the light side it couldn't be helped it was her nature to do so. She awaited his response carefully watching every aspect of his character if he made a move no matter how subtle she would know.