Faction Jumping out of Hell | Osadia (GA, Post Invasion)

[Lander Stalwart]

Osadia, After Invasion of Coruscant
Tags: Open

Lander's Blaster Pistol, Lander's Prosthetic Arm
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"Damage to the hull, captain is incapacitated! Shields are at twenty percent!"

Lander Stalwart stood in a bit of a daze for a second. He was on the bridge of a refugee escort shuttle, evacuating Coruscant. He had come to protect his people. Now he was leaving behind fire and brimstone. There were roughly one thousand civilians on board. That thought brought him back into reality.

"We're out of the planet's atmosphere, jump to hyperspace!" Lander ordered, his military background kicking in.

"Senator, we may hit a mass shadow," one of the pilots stated. "If there's even one starfighter-"

"The alternative is sitting around and waiting to be blown to bits!" he snapped back. "We have a thousand souls on board, we need to have made that jump yesterday!"

The ship rattled, red lights blaring overhead. The sparks and smoke filling the command deck of the ship made their decision pretty clear. For a moment, all Lander could hear was a faint ringing in his ears. Then light flashed across his eyes. The noise of the space battle was replaced with streaks of blue.



Dozens of Galactic Alliance vessels shuttling civilians had begun to appear in the space of Osadia, a forested planet that sat between the Deep Core and the Inner Rim. It was the only planet that had open space, more forested wilderness than not, to set vessels down to begin the process of assessing injuries and taking count of their losses. After a moment of silence, communication with the rest of the Alliance was reestablished. Everything had been left to the Galactic Empire, risen from Ashes in their own space. With what little resources they had, the crews of the evacuation vessels began to set up hospitals and convert ship space into shelters. As the crew aboard landed their transport and hastily scrambled to stabilize the ship, Lander made his way through out from the bridge. How bizarre to be here, on the other side of the turmoil left by war. For all the hell that came with sitting under artillery fire, nothing ever really prepared him for what ordinary people experience. He had seen this before, of course, but it never got easier.

At least he could rest easy that the Corellian Sector lay just beyond the reaches of the Galactic Empire for now. Surely it would have fangs at it's throat soon, but not yet. The senator made his way through the confused mass of people and personally opened the blast doors himself. They all sort of shuffled out, like animals placed into an unfamiliar environment. Fortunately what little GADF personnel was present quickly began attending to their needs.

Lander stepped out into the grass of the clearing they had landed in and made his way out to a stone to perch himself on. He sat down, let out an exhale, and took it all in. Not the Maw, Mandalorian Enclave, Sith Order, Dark Empire... Nothing had ever shaken Coruscant to it's knees. Now the Core was lost.

"Force have mercy on us all..."

This was either the beginning of the end of a road to victory marched through hell.

 

[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

The bright streaks of hyperspace suddenly resolved back to the pinpricks of stars. Not all of the lights were stars.

"That's the fleet," Makko murmured. He was in the cockpit of a small Jedi transport.

Makko was angry and he was worried. He had learned to let his emotions wash over him. It was important to feel it all, without giving them control over him.

He had been on this side of a losing battle before. Not that he had reached the battle in time. The academy had been a home when he had no where else to go.

Coruscant was a planet of far too many people to ever evacuate. It would have taken more ships than the Alliance could gather travelling back and forth for a year to shift a fraction of the population. Those poepe would be left under imperial rule.

"I'm going to get on the comms and find out where Jedi Order leadship is," Makko said. "Signal the fleet and approach."

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Osadia, Forest Cleering
Outfit: Link (No Cowl)
Tags: Torin Emberlain
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Katherine let out a haggard breath as she lowered the medical equipment into place. She had come straight from Coruscant, having shifted her focus to helping more civilians evacuate. It was an impossible task to get everyone single inhabitant on the city planet, but she had strived to help as many as she could.

Eventually it became a truly insurmountable task when the remainder of the Galactic Empire’s fleet was able to break through the defences and deploy the rest of their forces onto the planet. Katherine had been in the middle of escorting a couple of people onto a transport, when a sizable bulk of the enemy forces descended upon their location.

She had no other option, forced back as she defended the ship from being shot at. Right up until the ramp was lifted and the transport lifted off. Katherine wanted to stay behind to keep fighting, she knew it was a lost cause, no matter how much she hated admitting that.

But they’d be back. The Galactic Empire hadn’t seen the last of them.

Katherine had a short reprieve while the transport was in transit, but it wasn’t long before she was called upon to assist in helping move both people and equipment. She had since forgone her armour, leaving herself in the underlayer bodyglove. It allowed for more manoeuvrability as she carried things.

Eventually, the transport arrived on Osadia, landing in a large open space amongst the surrounding forest. There it had been a focused effort in setting up medical tents outside of the transports, while the more seriously injured or fatigued survivors could be kept within the safer confines of the transports.

Safe being a relative term, given no one really had an idea if the enemy would be pursuing them.

For right now though, Katherine’s attention was solely on whatever was needed. Her flying capability gave her an advantage on moving people a lot easier to where they needed to go. Equipment too, but those were far and few in between once enough stations were set up.

Katherine looked around from where she stood, in every direction that was some measure of controlled chaos that had formed. The redhead let out a sigh, taking a moment to stretch her limbs. Her mind and focus were so distracted, she didn’t quite pick up on a familiar presence making himself known.

 

[Torin Emberlain]

Equipment: Greatsaber, Soul-Ring, Pendant
Tag: Katherine Holt

Torin hadn't stopped moving. Not when he learned of Coruscant's fall. Not when he realised he had been too far away to reach it in time. Not even when the weight of helplessness threatened to crush him entirely.

Selvaris had been quiet when the news came, too quiet in contrast. And in that stillness, Torin had felt it: fear rippling like a storm through the galaxy, the cries of millions carried on the current of the Force. Yet one thread rose above the rest, sharp and undeniable, pulling him like a tide he couldn't resist.

Katherine.

He had left everything else behind. Days blurred into one another in his relentless pursuit, each jump through hyperspace driven by instinct as much as navigation charts. He didn't sleep, he barely ate. He listened to the Force, followed it through star systems and fragments of evacuation reports until, at last, it led him to Osadia.

And now he was here.

The refugee camp sprawled across the clearing, a tide of people and noise, medical tents and frantic shouts. Torin's boots struck the ground with heavy, unwavering steps, mud clinging to them as if even the earth wanted to slow him. But he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop.

He towered over the crowd, scanning every face. Nothing. He moved faster, his pulse pounding in his ears. His shoulders, broad as they were, brushed past others as he forged through the chaos.

And then—

He felt her.

It hit him like sunlight breaking through a storm. A warmth buried deep in his chest, steady and certain, cutting through the exhaustion and worry that had been gnawing at him for days. His breath caught, and his head turned toward it before he even realised he was moving.

And there she was.

"K-Katherine!"

The word tore out of him like a crack of thunder. No composure, no restraint, just raw relief and something deeper, something fierce, that drove the sound from his chest.

He surged forward, every step a force of will, parting through the sea of refugees like a mountain moving through a river. His gaze locked onto her and wouldn't let go, drinking in every detail: her hair, her posture, even the tired set of her shoulders. She was alive.

For the first time in days, he breathed.

And when she turned, their eyes met through the haze of the camp. The din of voices, the shuffle of feet, the endless noise of a galaxy in flight, it all fell silent. His chest ached, and his lips parted in something between a breath and a laugh.

He didn't even notice the stares of those around him.

She was all he could see.

Without a second thought, he closed the distance and swept her into his arms. His embrace was fierce, unguarded, like a man anchoring himself to the one thing in the galaxy that still felt right. He lowered his head slightly, breath shuddering against her hair as his eyes closed, the tension of sleepless nights and endless searching breaking all at once.

"You’re here…" he murmured, voice rough with relief. Gone was any pretense. It was entirely replaced with something that swelled fiercely in his centre.

And for the first time since he received news of Coruscant, the world felt suddenly steady again.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Luther Lewis
Osadia - Field Hospital
Nearby: Lander Stalwart | Makko Vyres | Katherine Holt | Torin Emberlain

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His hands shook as he filled the needle. His knees were threatening to buckle. Pain rippled across his back where the blaster bolt had skimmed, despite the bacta he'd placed on it. But most of all, he was tired. He steadied his hand and administered the analgesia to the wounded refugee. He couldn't stay to watch, to see if it would help ease the pain of the man's missing hand. He had other patients to attend to.

Fresh memories of Coruscant would flit in and out of his mind. The chaos and confusion, the rubble and the blood. He remembered how the clinic had become overcrowded, when they had started to run out of medical supplies. Soon the battle had come to them, and there had been a desperate evacuation of staff and patients. The sickest of them didn't make it out.

Injured refugees were slowly making their way off the transport, being sorted into different tents depending on their degree of injury. Luther wandered between them, giving advice and assisting where he could, but most of his time was with the critical patients. The smell of the damp foliage clashed with the smell of blood; much like how the distant sounds of birds clashed with the moans of pain. Many in the critical area wouldn't make it, there were far too many refugees and far too little medical staff. Though that might be different with help from the Jedi.

The presence of Jedi made his stomach churn with a mixture of relief, fear and guilt. In the past he had hurt and been hurt by Jedi, all while he had marched under an Imperial banner. The sight of those uniforms had brought up memories he had tried to bury, of a fanatical time of his life where he took the lives he now swore to save. That was a lifetime ago, but it was still not long enough to wipe the blood from his hands.

And now the Jedi had saved him.

Specifically, it was the red-haired woman with wings who had driven off the soldiers that attacked Luther and his staff. He didn't think he could have made it to the transport without her help. Not only that, but she had also been indispensable in helping move people and setting up the medical posts. Luther wanted to thank her, but both of them had been too busy to talk.

And it seemed they still wouldn't. He raised his head to see a huge bear of a man sprint through the tents, shouting, before embracing the winged Jedi. Luther couldn't stop the small smile that crossed his face, though it quickly dropped as he made his way back into the tent.

There was plenty of work to do.