It's not Obroa yet! (UCM dom of Obroa-Skai)

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objectives:
1: See to any wounded and give the dead Mandalorian funerals.
2: Begin rebuilding any lost defenses, then any lost infrastructure.
3: Secure the airspace and ensure that all orbital facilities are operational.
4: Ensure that any and all archives of any kind are still fully functional.
5: BYOO(forgot to add this, sorry!

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The CIC had come and gone, though not much time had passed since the CICs unprovoked attack on Mandalorian planets. That’s why the response was so swift though, because it had just happened. More ships had come, pledging their support in rebuilding what was lost, more soldiers to defend, and more engineers to build, doctors to heal, and anything one could need to rebuild a planet damaged in war. No one knew better than the Mandalorians how to rebuild quickly, or to build for the long haul and for the wars. As such, it was mostly defenses that would need to be rebuilt, but there were some houses too, crop areas as well. It mattered little what was damaged, the Mando’ade would rebuild what they’d lost, then prepare the planet to be even harder to take next time.

Several fleets of Mandalorian ships exited hyperspace, their one purpose to secure Obroa-Skai and prevent future invasions. They quickly swept in towards the planet, setting up shop the way they had, with shuttles being deployed to the orbital defenses and towards the planet. At the same time the fleets set up shop, turning their weapons outward to defend against any would be attackers, while their shuttles and specialists spewed forth to repair what had been broken. These shuttles went to the surface of Obroa-Skai or towards the orbital stations, some were filled with medics and doctors, others with engineers and scientists. They'd be working side by side to restore as much as they could as quickly as possible.

Objective 4

Adenn was here now, he hadn’t been at Obroa or Bogden, but he was here now. And Adenn intended to set things right that had been wronged in this attack. As such, he was in one of the first shuttles down to the planet, he was headed for one spot in particular, Celebratus Archive. Other ships and shuttles went elsewhere, but Adenn wanted to ensure that this place of knowledge hadn’t been destroyed or damaged by the CIC or its allies.

Adenn was the first out of the shuttle, stepping down and out, coming to stand before the archive, looking up at it. There were bodies in many places, droids, some coconuts, and what could be Sith soldiers. He didn’t know, but they’d all get proper funerals, except the droids. Those would be burned down and turned to scrap. Adenn smiled at the thought, using the droid remains to help rearm and rebuild Obroa-Skai would be ironic justice. They’d helped destroy the place, now they’d unknowingly and unwillingly help rebuild it.

Turning to the Mandalorians with him, Adenn simply motioned to the surrounding area and they got to work. Then he turned himself and began marching towards the archive, wishing to enter and peruse the place himself. He wanted to make sure nothing too important was taken, or that nothing was taken at all.

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 4:

Mig looked around. All the dead there... it was a saddening. Was there anything so important here that it would warrant this? He just sighed. Bogden was the same way. Why bombard scientific stations? For someone like the Alor, this kind of war was the scariest. He just shook his head, looking to [member="Adenn Kyramud"] as his V-1 astromech followed behind.

"This is crazy.... So much blood for what? What's in this entire sector that's this important?"

 

[Nicair Claden]

Objective 4

He hadn't been here when the planet was attacked. In truth he hadn't participated in many of the recent invasion on Mandalorian space. But he'd been on Azure, he'd seen what happens. Antisoch was calming down, the Sociph were learning to adapt to his taking up the mantle of the first Qer'ak in generations. So long as he was good for business he could leave his only, though not entirely trusted, adviser in charge of the planet. Trust runs at face value on Antisoch, but Claden was good for business and would prove costly to dethrone. He didn't have the backing of the Mandalorians, few knew the full details of his conquest, but there would be support if he truly needed it. Outside of the hellish training he put his personal Sociph retinue through, their loyalty would be hard to shake. For them any loyalty meant something.

Claden didn't have much that he truly needed to get done here, he'd offered donations to help support the rebuilding efforts and if required of him he could certainly help maintain some of the defenses. But his primary goal, if indeed it could be considered one, was to uncover any evidence or knowledge the archives had on his people. The memories of the Mandalorians are long, if he could find some mention of the Old Sociph, it could be valuable information, if just to shed some light on certain whisperings of Claden being the true blood heir of the mantle.

Such was curiosity, he hoped it didn't get him killed. Overhearing [member="Mig Gred"] speak to [member="Adenn Kyramud"] wasn't his intention, but it posed an interesting question. One he felt primed to answer after Azure, and one Kyramud could attest to.

"The very blood. That's what brings them into our sectors. They want Mando'a blood."

He let such grim words sit in the air.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JA2S_UCQufM​

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Objective: ....​

There was so much that was unsettling here. The powers at be shut to the perceptions lying all around. Ash and dust mixed in troublesomely with blood on the ground. Beskar armor lay in piles, damaged, burnt and frayed. Large beskar plated hands held two survivors by the scruff of their backpacks and with mighty heave mounted both of the armored men onto the shoulder. One for each side. Base camp was a distance away and as the young giant traveled he noticed the pressure build inside. The men on his shoulders, the men he carried swayed in and out of consciousness. Dezorath could hold back his voice no longer.

The carnage and confusion had gone one long enough! For the first time in his life he felt as if he could see. Yet those around him could not.

" I was born Mandalorian. When I was young I was given a code to live by and to stand for. To keep honor alive for my vod. I remember my fathers words, He sat by me after my first kill on Talus and he would tell me. The code of the warrior is worth defending and lest I believe in something I will become a rabid dog. In the end all we have is our dignity." The word stung the roof of his mouth as it exited. " Is this. The price of dignity?" The question wafted in the air around them like the ash that rained from the skies above. Silent as snow. For the rest of the trip Dezorath bit his tongue in an attempt to once again hold back his words.

Laying the two men on separate beds he glanced at both their faces and turned away. Earlier he had felt it. " Hey are these survivors?!" A doctor rushed by checking pulses and vitals. As soon as he came he left, but before he did his hand gripped the side of the Gen'dais forearm. " I am sorry vod. They didn't make it." A battle hardened look fell over the doctors face like a mask. He was numb to it all but Dezorath? The hint of a single tear swelling could be carefully observed. " No. They live on within us all." His voice strained to anger.

Anger for the CIC for delievering such a devastating blow against the mandalorians for what seemed to be no reason. Dezoraths thoughts grew grimmer than ever before.

No. That is a lie. It was all a lie.

There were always reasons and after all it took two people to fight. Always the signs are there to see and in this instance they were ignored and for what?!!! Peace?! So much had changed over the course of time and finally the conclusion came to his head like a bullet placed between the eyes. "This is our fault. This is our fault. This. is. OUR. Fault! What are we..doing?! WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE!? Stop blaming the enemy! Take your karking pity for one another elsewhere! Stand and deliver!" A fire ignited within. Slowly to be fed. Dezorath was now shouting the top of his lungs. His voice subtling carried on the force itself, but such actions he was not aware of. His emotions swelled getting the better of him. " Hundreds and thousands of lives taken to the Nether itself and here we stand. Collecting and recovering the dead to "Honor" them and their memory? We dishonor our own with OUR actions!"

" Hear me. I am Dezorath! Son of the great Rallymaster of old, Kezeroth the Beholder!" ​

Moving through the camp Dezorath began to rile up the low morale within the camp itself. Those wounded and unharmed lend ear and perked up their heads. Turning toward his direction they observed with mixed emotions. Some saw Dezorath as a fool ready for blood, some disreguarded all he had to saw and stayed for the show and some...some began to be eat the very words the Gen'dai mandalorian spoke to nourish their deprived spirits. " We ought to be rallying together, preparing and resting for the upcoming battle. Oh and there will be battle. So help me! Even if I have to march alone against the enemy ranks than soo be it! We all can do better! We all will do better! Son and daughters of mandalore, Will you stand idly by in the ruin that is left here or will you rally with my cause and avenge your fallen vode. Becasue I....I refuse to do so." Saliva was given flight through the movement of his mouth.

" I dont care what others have to say.... Manda'lor herself could walk into to this camp here and now. Her word nor anyone else's would not calm or justify actions taken here today away from the raging flames of war that should be had here and NOW! Each and every mandalorian soldier here that was murdered was given a warriors deaths in the flame of war. THAT IS HONOR ENOUGH!" The giants eyes shifted in and out of a gaze that edged on the hue of red faintly. " So I ask you again. Will you Rally with me and FIGHT! For if you do, I swear one thing." A sinister smile formed on his face. " We will march into the very gates of Chaos itself to lay waste and desolation to our enemies and we. Yes! Us Mandalorians will give them HELL intill we die trying and ascend into planes of old where our families by be." A silence fell over the camp itself briefly and then like a wave it all returned. Cheers, roars, shouts and screams.

This was not over. Even if Dezorath had to fight a government by himself, then so be it. For there was no greater honor than to die in battle.

" For you father..."

 

[Azure Djitred]

Objective: 1
Tags:

A song of healing was always welcome to those in pain.

Azure had not been at the battle of Bogden and Obroa-Skai, but she was here now. Here to be what she always was, and always will be, a healer and nothing more. She had healed many, but could not save others. A doctor handed her a glass of water, a blessing for her tired throat, as she stopped singing. Death had haunted her since her first battle at Eshan, and it seemed it would never stop haunting her. The screams and cries of the dying played on repeat in her ears, unending.

"You'll be all right now, but don't get up. Your throat was badly damaged, so don't try to talk either, okay?" The soldier on the bed in front of her nodded quietly. Azure smiled at her, before moving to stand up. The witch was tired, and nearly fell to the floor herself had a doctor not held her steady. She smiled at him thankfully, before moving forward.

There were more to heal, and Azure would give all she could to save them.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Objective 4:

His steps were measured but not cautious. This was still the remains of a battlefield. Destruction posed the issue of one's steps faltering on rubble or bodies. He didn't much want nor need to step over more Mandalorian bodies. There was anger, this much was true. But he hadn't been as involved with his vod for what was getting close to a standard year. Or at least, that was what he figured it would be. The days were different on Antisoch, his sense of time had grown skewed waging war on his home planet.

The wars had made him callous to the deaths of those who served under him, not those that served with him. His own people didn't care about him, not truly. His vod, however, fought for him as well as alongside him. Whether these ones did was irrelevant. What mattered was that they would have. And for that he would respect their rest.

It didn't change what he had come here to do. If the archives held some manner of information on the ancient origins of his people, he would find it.

[member="Dezorath"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objectives:
1: See to any wounded and give the dead Mandalorian funerals.
2: Begin rebuilding any lost defenses, then any lost infrastructure.
3: Secure the airspace and ensure that all orbital facilities are operational.
4: Ensure that any and all archives of any kind are still fully functional.
5: BYOO

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Objective 1
A medic ran up to [member="Azure Djitred"] with information regarding another pair of wounded, these in worse conditions than those around her. Speaking quickly, the medic informed her of the influx, and how some were worse than others, that many would die. Then the medic ran off to help someone else even as another directed her to the more seriously wounded. They worked quickly and tirelessly, or so it seemed, but more wounded were out there, just waiting to be found.

Objective 5 [member="Dezorath"] (sorry for forgetting a BYOO objective!)
A pair of Clan Mortui soldiers had seen the gather of wounded Mando'ade and gone to investigate. Thus they saw the entire speech and heard it too, though they didn't know what to do. Instead they made note of it all and kept a recording of it to show to Adenn. They did tell the medics about the camp though, ordering several medics to head to the location and begin healing people. It'd take about 5-10 minutes before they arrived, but they'd get there eventually and present themselves to help serve.

Objective 4
Adenn turned his head to [member="Mig Gred"] when he spoke and silently shook his head, he didn't know why either.Then [member="Nicair Claden"] spoke as well, somehow overhearing them from a ways away. What the man made sense, their blood was valuable compared to that of the CIS or SJO. Gritting his teeth slightly, Adenn spoke then.
"They don't want just our blood, they want everything from us, but we'll give them nothing but death in turn."

Then he walked forward, guards and others following close behind, straight into the archive building. The inside was relatively intact, so thankfully the defenders had been able to defend the place rather well. From what Adenn had heard through rumors and hearsay, the place had been defended by clones and Sith troopers. He'd need to find them sometime and thank them, for the archive would be a great boon to them all. Looking around, Adenn motioned for his men to begin working, and they did so. They raced around and began extracting and copying data from the archives while Adenn himself marched further in, wishing to see the rest of the place with his own eyes.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig just sighed. Not much he could say. This was war, but Concord Dawn had made Mig hate some of it. He just followed the others, nit really wanting to pay attention to what was around him. Once they finally made it to the archive, the Alor let out a slight sigh of relief. It was actually pretty surprising how well the building had held up.

"Whoever held this did a good job." Mig ran his hand over a wall, sighing. "If battle like these are what's to come, where you ignore your own morals to simply win, the war's already lost for our enemy."

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"] @Dezorath @Azure Djitred

 

[Venandi]

Objective 4
Tags: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"]

Venandi and his 3 brothers were inside the archive, perusing the information available and searching for anything of interest when they heard noises outside. Assuming the worst, they set themselves up in defensive positions and spread out inside the main hall, keeping eyes on the door. They were ready for anything, except what eventually did come through, Mandalorians. Snorting in amusement, Venandi ordered his brothers to stand down and prepare to meet the Mandos.

As Venandi, Strings, and Cutter did that, Surge went back to what he had been doing, getting as much info as possible from. He had been working on extracting as much as possible for the past few hours, ever since the clankers had left. After only a few moments of waiting, Venandi heard [member="Mig Gred"] speak about the defenders doing a good job. Chuckling slightly, he turned to his brothers.
"I think that's our cue vod."

They smiled behind their helmets and watched as Venandi took a few steps forward and jumped down, off to the side and in front of the Mandos entering. Holding his hands away from his sides, Venandi took a few steps towards the center while observing the Mandos. Then he spoke up, voice friendly enough, and tinged with amusement.
"Welcome Mandos, to the archives. I heard your comment," Adenn nodded at Mig, "and thought I'd introduce myself and my brothers. We're the ones who defended this place, along with some sith soldiers." Smiling widely behind his helmet, he watched silently as his brothers appeared on either side of him on the upper story, they were armed but didn't have their hands on their weapons. "Oh where are my manners." Venandi bowed theatrically and chuckled before straightening. "My name's Venandi and these are my brothers here. You are?"

 

[Azure Djitred]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

Azure looked at the medic tiredly. She could feel her limbs begin to grow heavy, and her vision blurred. Her limit was fast approaching, she knew it was, but she had to keep going. Had to keep standing. Keep healing. Keep saving. Life was precious, and Azure would not allow more death to claim her vode as long as she still stood. Using her sword as a cane, Azure hobbled her way over to where she was directed, and fell to her knees beside the cots set up for the wounded. The witch took a deep breath, and began to sing.

"See the light of the morning sun​

Feel the warmth of summer rain​

Glory to the protectors of old​

Fear not the night, for we have won​

Heed my prayer, oh gods of old​

And take away my family's pain"​

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked to the trooper nodding at him as he looked around.

"Well, @Venandi , it's nice to meet ya. Thank you for keeping this place safe. You definitely put up a fight." Mig quickly walked over to a monitor, typing some keys in to see if there was anything that had ended up corrupted after the fight. He hoped that maybe he could retrace any lost files. At least see if any could be retraced from other existing files.

[member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Dezorath"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

Objective: 4

The Sociph gave the trooper a nod in affirmation. They'd fought well down here, even if Claden hadn't been there to see it.

He got right to work at the nearest monitor that was operation while maintaining some semblance of distance between he and anyone nearby. The less he said about what he was doing, the better. Antisoch was becoming stabler, but it wasn't to the extent he felt ready to introduce his vod to it. There wasn't shame or any other such feeling, it was simply that he didn't want his fellow Mandalorians to be attacked once they stepped foot on the planet. Other clans knew of the Cladens with their dark hair, piercing eyes, and strange accents. But that was about the extent that they had to know about them for now.

Adoption of a different culture took time, and the Sociph were notoriously stuck in their ways. He wasn't sure what he was planning on finding or what he even planned to do with what he did, but he'd find something.

[member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Azure Djitred"] | [member="Venandi"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Dezorath"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objectives:
1: See to any wounded and give the dead Mandalorian funerals.
2: Begin rebuilding any lost defenses, then any lost infrastructure.
3: Secure the airspace and ensure that all orbital facilities are operational.
4: Ensure that any and all archives of any kind are still fully functional.
5: BYOO

Objective: 1

Several Chulan from Clan Mortui made their way into the medical area where [member="Azure Djitred"] was, healing the wounded. They brought with them medical supplies and other needed materials to help save the patients. At the same time a pair went straight to Azure and knelt before her. Gently, one of the Chulan placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke.
"Thank you for healing them, use us if you need to, to help keep your own strength up."

Objective: 4

Nodding his head to what Mig said, Adenn kept his head on a swivel, when suddenly Venandi appeared. He seemed harmless enough for now, so Adenn didn't bother to stop him, instead listening as the man spoke. So, he and his brothers defended the place, impressive. Slamming his hand against his chestplate, Adenn saluted the man for his work before turning to his aliit. Motioning for them to get to work, Adenn observed Venandi as the man went about his own business. Deciding to speak with him, Adenn walked up to him and spoke a few words.
"Good work Venandi, you and your brothers did well."

Slapping the man on the shoulder, Adenn smirked behind his helmet before wandering into the archives. He randomly picked an isle and began to peruse it for anything of note. Elsewhere his own men where at work doing the same as Mig and Nicair, getting as much information as they could. They took and copied anything and everything they could. At the same time, the consoles that Mig and Nicair accessed opened up a world of information, anything and everything the people of Obroa Skai had gotten over the years was there for them to copy. It was a gold mine of wealth, and it had hardly been touched thanks to the efforts of Venandi and his brothers, along with those sith soldiers he mentioned.

[member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Azure Djitred"] [member="Dezorath"]

 

[Azure Djitred]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

Azure felt her consciousness fading, before feeling a hand on her shoulder. Tired eyes looked up to see the Chulan through blurry vision. It took a moment for the words spoken to her to process in her brain, and once processed and understood Azure weakly shook her head.

"I know not how to, vod, nor do I wish to know how to. Draining another person of their life and energy is... wrong. I'd be a disgrace to my Clan back on Dathomir if I ever learned it, I just need some time to recover... Just... a bit..."

Azure's eyes focused in and out, as she leaned on her sword to stay up right. At this rate, Azure would be one of the ones on a cot.

 

[Venandi]

Objective: 4 [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Mig Gred"]

Venandi gave a mock salute, 2 fingers to his helmet, in response to what Mig said. He and his brothers had done well, very well. Then again, it was expected, they were ARCs after all. He then returned the nod from Nicair, and silently watched as the two Mandos left to go about their business. Then Adenn complimented him as well and Venandi returned the Mando salute with ease, smirking behind his helmet. Watching as the man walked away, Venandi observed those who were there and working on computers. Smiling behind his helmet, Venandi turned his HUD cam on to see what Surge was doing. His brother had worked quickly and was already in the system, taking what info they needed, and even what they didn't. It would all be useful to sell somewhere.

Smirking again, Venandi turned to observe the Mandos and decided to pick the one who'd spoken to him. Walking over confidently, Venandi peered over the mans shoulder before standing at his side. Chuckling, Venandi spoke up, voice confident and cocky.
"So vod, I didn't catch your name or the others. Care to share?" He chuckled amusedly before asking another question. "What are you looking for here, I could perhaps help."

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig continued to hunt through files until he heard [member="Venandi"] speak up. Mig turned to the ARC, realizing he failed to give his name.

"Alor Mig Gred, from Concord Dawn." He then looked a bit surprised under his helmet as he went back to the computer. "Just trying to copy these files and be sure there isn't anything corrupted."

 

[Livia Maddox]

Objective: 1 - Save the idjits from themselves.
Allies: [member="Azure Djitred"]

“Oh for the flying love of holy bilge waters.”

That was the first and only statement loud enough to hear over the near constant mumbling of Captain Livia Miles, as she walked primly through the rubble to the healing area.

“Moaning like a bunch of twi’leks in a den of iniquity…” Tsking as loud as only a stern Naboo mother could, Livia stepped over a man, who clutched at his shoulder while waiting ‘patiently’ on the floor outside the main. “You are fine, sir! Go take an analgesic and get mopping up before I rip your shoulder from its’ socket and use it as a broom!”

The man gasped and thrust to his feet, rushing off to obey.

“Lazy blighter…” On she went, until hearing the heavily accented speech of [member="Azure Djitred"].

“You poor dear! Goodness, you’re wearing thin. Can’t heal the multitudes with a bleeding neck, my Master used to say. Here. Do sit down.” Smiling at Azure, Livia snapped her fingers, as several of her Clan Akaata aides rushed the triage unit. “Chair, thank you Lewis!”

Lewis, a mammoth Wookie with pink dyed highlights in his brown fur, produced a folding camping chair and set it down where Livia pointed. Which, was behind Azure.

“Now, lovely girl do sit down. Let me help you, eh?” Livia’s calm unfolded like a blanket on a winter’s bed, warm and comforting. Calm and healing followed her, emanated from the woman, whose gifts were augmented by the ring upon her finger. “What is your name?”

 

[Azure Djitred]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Livia Maddox"]

Azure looked up from her place on the floor, eyes unfocused. Her silver eyes focused enough to watch the Wookie unfold the chair behind her, before the Echani woman shook head. She pushed down on the ground with her sword, and stood back up on shaking legs.

"I can't... There's... more..."

A grunt came from the witch as she fell back into the chair, and she grumbled in frustration. There were more people that needed her help, and here she was, sitting in a folding outdoor chair. How had it all come to this?

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Skorvek"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

For this particular instance, Adara Raxis was not in a dress of any kind. She wore her beskar’gam like a proud Mandalorian, having survived a battle of her own.

Yet, she was also the first person to admit a weak-armed child wasn’t at all the best person to be doing any sort of heavy lifting, she also had a very important sort of person in her comm.

“Alrighty honey pie, now you take them engineers I lent you and y’get them workin’, kay?” [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] ’s voice filtered through Adara’s Buy’ce while the girl looked over a collection of Chiss, Atrisian, Panathan and Clan Raxis engineers, who stood waiting for orders.

“Ah… yes, Ba’buir Aditya… perfect… oh boy.” But the damage was so extensive! How was she supposed to know what to do? Gulping mildly, Adara pressed her lips together. Reyn would have already been hacking away at something by now.

“Break it down, sweet pea. First steps.” Aditya’s voice clipped out with the sound of an infant crying, as she comforted and clucked her tongue while rocking one of the trips back on Erebos.

“… Everyone! First I want those educated in salvage to separate the rubble into two piles. Salvage, and detritus for the molecular furnaces. The Defiant Mantis is on approach to aide with the relief effort, but before it fires up its’ furnaces, we need to ensure there are no pockets of survivors. The rest of you, take the vornskyrs and follow the coordinates I give you. You will find… you will…” Strength, little one, a basso voice seemed to speak in the back of her mind, a memory to cling to. “You will find the dead or dying. Bring them up with care. Get to it! Oya!”

With her Oya, the engineers hopped to, separating into teams and going about the salvage.

“Theeere you go, little one. He’d be proud.” Aditya’s voice, and a message from the Dark.

 

[Livia Maddox]

Objective: 1 - Save the idjits from themselves.
Allies: [member="Azure Djitred"]

“Oh yes, it makes complete sense to join the dead just so you can clean one more wound. Sit your pert arse in that chair, before I get Lewis to toss you.” Livia rolled her eyes and sighed the most disappointed sigh in maternal existence. These holier-than-thou martyrs, who thought they were troopers!

They never quit!

They all needed a slap upside the head, a cookie and a nap in Livia’s mind. Getting down to eye level on her haunches, Livia grasped Azure’s chin lightly in her gloved hand. Wouldn’t do to… touch the wounded… poppycock to that.

“Young and stubborn healer, listen to me. You will be no good to anyone if you do not tend to your own needs. A healer cannot put themselves in jeopardy, it causes far more trouble than it solves. So smarten the feth up. Feel the energies around you. I’m projecting an aura of healing even those who don’t believe the Force exist can feel and absorb. Absorb it. Let yourself be healed so we can both go through these wounded blighters and fix them. Five minutes and a sandwich or stim-caf won’t cost you a hundred lives. Now. Look at me. Feel the calm… bring the calm into your centre.” Her voice softened in texture, but no volume. The calm surrounding Livia became a physical sensation in the room, a swathe of warm breeze against the cold of harm and death.

Peace, beyond all understanding or impetus.

“Do you feel the calm? Now, coinciding with that calm is healing energy from the Light. Let it in. Let it strengthen you, that way we both win, and Lewis gets to do triage in the longest, most ridiculous anti-shedding medic’s gloves in existence… and I really don’t want to miss seeing him scrub up. My daughter bedazzled his scrubs.” A tidy smirk, as behind her Lewis started bleeting, before ‘scrubbing up’ with a long sleeved scrub shirt custom bedazzled with pink and purple rhinestones, which read out, “Boo Boo Killr”.