Faction Legacy of the Unblessed

[Achan Jaikavi]

Coruscant had fallen. Again.

He had attempted to work with the Galactic Empire, but his ability to manage the weakened Unblessed movement had been stifled greatly. With the arrival of the Sith, he knew his time was up. They would not take such a passive approach to their investigation. They would not hesitate to slaughter if he was suspected. And so, he fled.

"Engine two has been hit."

The call came from the co-pilot, who was hurriedly making note of the damage assessment. The Senator looked at the pilot, whose sweat was mingling with blood from the gash across his forehead. That gash was a result of the previous impact of emerald green blaster fire coming from the pursuing Sith fighters.

"Time to hyperspace jump?" Achan asked, knowing it was more annoyance than productive questioning.

"Just making the calculations, now," said the pilot as his hands danced clumsily across the console. Clearly, his injury was effecting his motorskills. Achan had never seen him flail in such a manner.

Another jolt sent all three from their seats, sparks burst from a console near the co-pilot, burning his face. The man slumped to the floor dead.

"Jump now!" Achan yelled.

The pilot didn't even get back to his seat. But with a last half-breath left, instinct saw his hand reach up, and adjust their course. "I can't reach..." His fingers fumbled the hyperspace controls.

Achan jumped forward and took hold of his own fate, pushing forward on the lever, and the stars stretched towards freedom.

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The shuttle exited hyperspace and immediately began to spin out of control. In the distance, through the view port, the blue-green of Naboo spun around in space leaving the last living occupant of the shuttle feeling nausea in increasing waves.

"High Republic Fleet Control. This is former Coruscant Senator Achan Jaikavi. My ship is damaged. Life support is failing. My pilots are dead. And I am requesting asylum."

 

[Agent Damocles]

Republic Intelligence Agent Dray Therin stood with a posture that was less "military parade" and more curated poise. To the casual observer, she was a pristine civil servant. To those who knew her record, she was a master of details and data abnormality discovery. She had spent the morning cataloging the Senator's indiscretions — cross-referencing his public "man of the people" persona against the whispered red flags of his radical sympathies.

She had a job to do. Her personal assessment of his "lip service" to extremists was a file she kept strictly encrypted in the back of her mind. At this moment, Achan Jaikavi was merely a high-priority asset in need of a handler.

The military shuttle breached the clouds, its shadow sweeping over the landing pad. As the ramp hissed open, Dray didn't just approach; she moved with a fluid, measured grace that drew the eye and held it.

"Welcome to Naboo, Senator Jaikavi," she said. Her voice was a low, melodic alto — cool enough to be professional, but with a lingering resonance that commanded undivided attention. "I am Agent Therin. I will be overseeing your security detail personally. Once you've selected your own team, I shall audit each candidate with...exhaustive scrutiny."

The Senator nodded, his gaze already wandering toward the crowd. Dray felt a flicker of annoyance as he dismissed her medical directive with a wave of his hand. It was a brief, sharp spark in her eyes — the look of a librarian finding a dog-eared page in a rare manuscript — but it vanished behind a mask of perfect composure before he could look back.

She turned, falling into step beside him, her presence a silent, watchful weight at his shoulder.

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[Bastila Sal-Soren]

Bastila Sal-Soren stood a little distance from the main group at the landing pad, half-turned from the gathered figures as the exchange played out beneath Naboo’s darkening and stormed sky. From here, she could be either participant or interruption, currently she was just merely present, as a member of the Palace.

Her hands rested loosely behind her back. Her gaze never lingered too long on any one figure.

An aide from the palace stood nearby, datapad held close to her chest with a posture attentive enough of those accustomed to standing near history without touching it.

“They have all started to arrive like this,” Bastila murmured, voice low enough that it belonged only to the space between them. “Not as fugitives, not as guests. It’s something in between that I haven’t figured out the word for yet.”

She watched the former senator closely as he moved, noting the pauses, the measured composure that came too easily to those who had learned to survive collapse.

“Inform the Voice and the Chancellor’s office,” she continued, “that Naboo has offered nothing beyond courtesy. We continue to make no promises. That any shelter extended in words does not mean full shelter.”

Her eyes shifted briefly, following the Republic entourage as they declared themselves. Their words were not hostile, but they were also not relaxed. Everybody was on edge these days.

“The High Republic,” she said softly. “They all spat at us and now look as they grovel for our protection.”

At last, she inclined her head a fraction toward the aide who had remained silent as she keyed in data from Bastila’s words.

“Let’s just hope the politicians know what they are letting in,” Bastila added, almost to herself, “The Force is starting to feel…” She looked up into the clouds of Naboo, where great droplets of water had continued to soak the surrounds of Theed for the last few days. “Clouded.”

She gave the sky a judging look before returning it to the scene. It wasn’t her job to worry, No it was her job to be quiet and watch. To join the security detail as it moved, to represent the Voice's Office's interest in the matter. Yet still the thunder had started to roll in, louder then she could ever remember it before, and that worried her.

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[Ayumi Pallopides]

The riverfront of Theed shimmered under the rising sun, its polished stone embankments catching the light like pale marble dust. A cool breeze drifted off the water, carrying the faint sweetness of river reeds and brushing through her dark‑honey hair until the golden strands glowed like threads of dawn. She set off at an easy pace, her feet whispering over the immaculate promenade, the inlaid mosaic tiles beneath her reflecting soft halos of amber as she passed. Her morning workout gear was a sleek, high‑performance black sports bra with a deep halter‑style neckline that plunged into a flattering V‑shape at the front, secured by wide, supportive straps that crossed subtly at the back for added stability without restricting movement.

The fabric was a premium materia‑compression blend smooth, sweat‑wicking, and slightly firm hugging her toned torso and accentuating the definition of her shoulders, collarbones, and midriff while providing full coverage and bounce control during her stride. Paired with it were high‑waisted black athletic shorts that sat comfortably at her natural waist, the wide, contoured waistband offering gentle tummy‑smoothing support and staying firmly in place no matter how fast she ran. The shorts featured a modest 5–6 inch inseam, ending mid‑thigh with clean, raw‑edge hems that prevented riding up; the material mirrored the bra's buttery‑soft, four‑way stretch composition, allowing unrestricted leg drive while maintaining a polished, second‑skin silhouette. Subtle seam placement along the sides and a darted gusset ensured both comfort and a streamlined look from every angle.

Her footwear consisted of lightweight black running shoes with a streamlined profile low‑to‑the‑ground cushioning, breathable mesh uppers in matte black, and bold white accents on the midsole and laces for a sharp contrast. The shoes tied neatly with flat black laces, completing a monochromatic, minimalist aesthetic that read both athletic and effortlessly elegant as her lightly bronzed copper skin carried its own warmth, a counterpoint to the cool ivory façades and domed structures rising around her. A few early risers recognized her a nod from a gardener tending the riverbank blooms, a quiet greeting from a vendor arranging morning produce as Ayumi's steady jog carried her past the awakening market district. The crisp scent of river mist mingled with the first hints of simmering broth and fresh-cut herbs drifting from nearby stalls, weaving together the familiar morning tapestry of Theed.

Her head was moving around as she got some waves. The senate wasn't in session at the moment but she traveled between here and Denon. Waiting to hear something about her request with the houses. It was something more complicated but she was moving as well she hadn't been crucified so that was progress. THen her comlink blared as her diplomatic frigate contacted her. "Senator." Cato's voice came over and the twi'lek was sounding worried enough. "There is a distress signal incoming. SOmeone was attacked and their ship seems to being intercepted. If there is danger please go to a shelter and not run into danger." She spoke and Ayumi was still moving. "I make no promises." There was a chance she could help at least.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Interacting: Bastila Sal-Soren

"I don't recall spitting at anyone."

It wasn't an admonishment, but more of a playful observation. Cora had not been aware of every political intricacy that existed between the Alliance and the Republic. Perhaps the underlying tension had been more electric than she'd realized.

She came to rest roughly beside Bastila, a pace and a half away. Cora offered the Shirayan and palace attendant a faint upturn of her lips - not quite a smile beneath these darkened skies at a dire time.

Her expression firmed as her focus turned back to the churning storm above them.

"Something doesn't feel quite right about this, does it?"

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique stepped just beyond the shade cast by the Palace's architecture. The Chancellor stood dressed in an elaborate, white uniform with a high collar. Her golden eyes regarded the layout of the city before her from behind lilac-colored glareshades. Word had arrived that a wayward soul fleeing the collapse of the Empire sought asylum in the High Republic. One Senator Achan Jaikavi of Coruscant itself.

Whether one knew anything true about the man, the fact he'd represented that particular world already raised questions. Dominique could already hear the appeals and the narratives far in advance of even making the man's acquaintance. In fact, she liked to think the man had availed himself of some of Denon's public relations management services. Birds of a feather and so on.

The day's light was diffused if not drab given the storm brewing nearby. It did little to bring out the vibrancy of Dominique's attire. Though it might reflect the mood of events soon to unfold.

"Security is to make certain the Senator doesn't 'accidentally' find himself wandering the streets of Theed," Dominique spoke to those listening in to the commlink built into her glareshades. "I would hate for anything to happen to him after his long and perilous voyage. Escort him inside to a meeting room. Offer him refreshments. And have a full dossier composed immediately on the man." It was always wise to have multiple sources of data to corroborate 'facts' given by less reliable, prospective partners.

"I will join him at the appointed chamber... shortly." Dominique toggled the channel closed. Having observed his arrival, she pivoted to drift back inside. Some people warranted a personal welcome to Naboo and countless reassurances everything would be taken care of. Achan hadn't demonstrated that was the treatment he deserved just yet. If he came there looking to reestablish a base of power he was going to have to earn it.

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[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Shiraya's Breath she thought, watching from the sparse crowd of gathered onlookers as senator Achan Jaikavi disembarked the vessel upon which he'd arrived, great clouds of dark black smoke billowing from a rear engine rising to join the charcoal curtain of clouds overhead.

Blaire had spent many hours with Achan in the past, busy days, and long nights. The man she studied now may as well have been a stranger. His auburn curls were muddy and lifeless from the rain, his posture, normally so strong and confident, was slack and dare she say fearful when finally he reached the bottom of the ramp to meet his escort. Dray Therin, a pantoran woman Blaire had a more than passing familiarity with, seemed to have been given charge. She supposed that was not so strange a thing and yet she'd expected more. It was entirely possible, the sizable security escort she expected was merely hidden in plain sight.

Blaire gave the crowd a once over, blinking away rainwater her scrutinizing cerulean eyes came to a stop on her baby sister. Bastila hovered around the meager delegation hastily put together to greet the unexpected asylum seeker and was joined by a woman whose name Blair could not immediately place despite knowing that they'd met once before.

Half a moment passed where Blaire considered going over to them but decided against it, her eyes drawn back to Achan and Dray. Whatever confidence was missing from Senator Jaikavi's posture was made up for in spades by the pantoran, her back stiff and chin held firmly high.

The delegation was on the move. They would pass right by her.

And then what?

He could be lost to her again if she did nothing.

Blaire slinked out from those gathered stepping forward toward Dray and the senator.

"Senator Jaikavi!" She called to him "Achan!"

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[Ayumi Pallopides]

Blaire Sal-Soren Dominique Vexx Corazona von Ascania Bastila Sal-Soren Agent Damocles Achan Jaikavi

As she moved through the streets the sudden onslaught of rain brought her attention around. The materia fabric was good at handling wate and sweat so she didn't have to run around with soaked clothing as going into the one building. She was moving towards her office instead of trying to make it back towards where she was staying. She saw a few gathered and then a few waiting as she shook her head and moved forward picking up a little more information in broken pieces enough to know someone was coming. There were others she wasn't certain who they were exactly but she at least had a few inches so they were not looking at a mess of wet hair. She finished managing it as best she could getting a small piece of string out and tying it off into a ponytail behind her and out of the way. "I got an alert some was approaching and then all of the rain appeared while I was jogging." She didn't recognize enough to offer her aid beyond being here but it could help.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Direct: Corazona von Ascania Bastila Sal-Soren Dominique Vexx Kito
Indirect: Blaire Sal-Soren Agent Damocles Achan Jaikavi​

Aiden Porte stood several feet away from Bastilla and Corazona, deliberately removed from the center of the exchange. His arms were crossed loosely over his chest, posture calm to the casual eye, but one hand had lifted to his chin in a familiar gesture of thought. His gaze never left them, steady and intent, tracking every shift in tone, every pause that lingered a fraction too long.

Aiden had learned to trust that feeling the hard way. Too many times he had ignored it because there was no immediate proof, only instinct and the quiet guidance of the Force nudging him to pay attention. This moment carried that same weight.

He shifted his stance slightly, boots adjusting against the floor, grounding himself as his thoughts turned inward. Whatever was unfolding here was not as simple as it appeared, and simplicity was often the most dangerous illusion of all.

"Doesn't feel quite right, might be an understatement."

 

[Achan Jaikavi]

Despite the rain, Achan lingered with each handshake. He blinked away droplets from his eyes, as he spoke grateful words to each representative that had met him at the landing site. Mostly, low level bureaucrats, assistants, no one of true import. But then his eyes fell on a familiar, though painfully distant figure.

"Blaire...Sal-Soren..." He whispered, barely heard above the rain.

He did not stop the thanks and hand shakes, but he did speed them slightly. Until he found himself approached by his former assistant, and one time...subject of multiple intentions.

He surely looked like a wet, sad loth-wolf. Still, his heart did lighten to hear her call his name.

"Blaire," he stepped forward, arms outstretched to embrace her. With practiced civility, he moved to place a kiss on each cheek.

"It does my heart well to see you well. Though please. Do not stand in the rain on my behalf. You must retain your health, if only for the children..."

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[Agent Damocles]

"Senator. We must not linger on the landing area." He didn't hear her. He was already smiling, already working the crowd, hands outstretched to people whose names he would forget before the rain dried.

Of course he was. Which meant she remained standing in the rain.

She kept pace at his side as he slowed, recognition lighting his face. Someone he knew. Someone he liked. Dray registered it distantly, her attention snagged by a sudden, high-pitched tone shrilling in her earpiece. She turned her head, tapped it once, then again.

Nothing.

With a quiet frown, she slipped it free, shielding it from the rain with her palm. The noise died instantly. She examined the device, irritation tightening her jaw.

When she looked up, the Senator was no longer beside her.

He was embracing a woman. Not just a woman. Blaire Sal-Soren. Dray remembered the meeting. Her quiet probing questions. The refusal. A recruitment that had gone nowhere.

She reseated the earpiece and moved toward him. Static rolled low and thick across the channel. Then a voice, steady and mechanical.

"Aurethé remembers why the galaxy needs her."

Dray stopped.

Her shoulders set. Her expression went blank, as if something behind her eyes had quietly powered down. The rain no longer registered. Neither did the crowd.

The Senator turned, still smiling.

He never saw her. Never saw the shot coming. He fell forward, collapsing into the wet duracrete as the world erupted into sound too late to matter.

Dray didn't lower her arm. The blaster remained trained ahead of her, unwavering, now aligned with Blaire Sal-Soren.

Agent Therin pulled the trigger.

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[Bastila Sal-Soren]

Cora’s words rose a rare smile from Bastila. “I didn’t mean you obviously.” She said with a smirk.

Then the rain changed, not in sound or in appearance but in the pressure around her.

Bastila’s breath caught a fraction of a second before the blaster discharged. The Force tightened around her like a drawn wire, a sharp, invasive certainty cutting through the noise of the landing pad.

STOP

Her head snapped up.

The agent. The way the force turned dark around her stillness. The absence where hesitation should have lived.

“No…” Bastila was already moving.

The world narrowed. Rain froze mid-fall as she crossed the distance in a blur of motion, her hand snapping out, fingers curling as she reached for the shot before it existed.

Too late.

The blaster barked.

Achan fell.

The sound arrived after the truth of it, tearing through the pad as bodies screamed and scattered. Bastila felt the impact ripple through the Force like a wound torn open; there was grief, there was shock, there was Blaire. The blaster was pointing at her sister.

She twisted mid-stride, momentum carrying her through, lightsaber igniting in a violent snap of violet.

The second shot never came. The silence was worse.

Bastila struck.

The blade cut through the rain and the agent alike, a precise, far too lethal arc that ended the threat before her mind had time to name what she was doing. Dray collapsed where she stood, blaster clattering across the duracrete, steam hissing where violet light met wet ground.

Silence rushed in, heavy and wrong.

Bastila stood over the fallen agent, chest rising once, twice; her blade still humming in her grip. The Force recoiled around her, unsettled, as if the galaxy itself had flinched.

She did not deactivate the saber.

The rain resumed.

Slowly, Bastila turned, already searching for her sister, the weight of what she had not stopped settling cold and irrevocable in her chest.

She had felt it.

She had moved.

And still something felt so very, very wrong.

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[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique paused at the threshold as she'd absently swiped a few droplets that'd gotten through the shield from her shoulders. A voice had called out from where the former Senator had touched down. The Denonite turned her head to look over her shoulder to find a striking figure emerge. Blaire Sal-Soren? Evidently the man wasn't quite so unknown to certain players on Naboo. That could make things smoother, or more difficult.

The Chancellor pivoted on the heel of her boot to turn about and regard the small group outside. So much for making the man sit in wait. Alone. Well, the rest of the orchestration remained. Security could escort him inside, there would be refreshments, and Dominique would simply have to adjust on the fly rather than with a full report about the man in her hands.

What were they all thinking exchanging pleasantries in the rain anyway? Naboo hadn't built the palace solely for their love of fine art. Dominique had half a mind to have the guards encourage the group to begin moving toward shelter.

It was odd the way the Pantoran just stopped, but it was a flicker on the edge of conscious thought. One that existed too short a time to blossom into anything meaningful before the hidden meaning was made abundant. "Security!" Dominique snapped into the secure channel. The Senator had already struck the ground by that point, but the threat lingered.

Seconds after Bastila swung, Dominique and two guards -- with a squad of three more just then starting to cross the small bridge -- came running and stopped short of the group. "Is anyone else injured?" she snapped. A gesture had the two flanking her flank the group and try to maintain control of the perimeter. The other three would soon arrive to bolster their ability to secure persons and evidence alike. Things had gone terribly wrong, and Dominique wasn't going to stand for it.

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[Kito]

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//: Bastila Sal-Soren //: Achan Jaikavi //: Dominique Vexx //: Corazona von Ascania //: Agent Damocles //: Blaire Sal-Soren //: Ayumi Pallopides //:

The ebb and flow of the Force often foretold ominous prophecies. Though Kito never truly believed it, she struggled to understand that a gut feeling could spell trouble. But she had felt it once before, and this time was no different. Her eyes wandered towards the man who had spoken; she only knew a bit about him — mostly name and face. Her Master ( Lily Decoria )had made sure she knew some of the other masters involved with the Republic.

He seemed to have the same feeling, but the Shaper decided to brush it aside. Attention returned to the small puzzle in her hand. It was spherical, but she was supposed to try to figure out how to find its core. Her mind was its gateway, and each path was blocked by a keeper. They asked questions, and if she was correct, she was allowed through.

One was giving her a harder time than before. It seems her Master had slipped a bit more philosophical questions into the padawan's puzzle sphere. Groaning, Kito tucked it away at what seemed to be the right time.

As the ball found its place in her tunic lapel, the sounds of blasters and lightsabers echoed. Something had happened; maybe the Force was trying to tell them something.

The padawan, as desperately as she wanted to act, instead Kito paused — hesitated. What unfolded was something she didn't expect. Her hand resting on the blade at her side, she looked to Aiden, who was standing near her.

"What do we do?" her voice quiet, only loud enough for him to hear as she stood fully, her eyes suddenly settling on the Chancellor and her fellow Jedi…

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

The rain drummed a relentless, rhythmic beat against the ground, a stark contrast to the dry morning where Ayumi had been jogging. She had remained back, content to observe the arrival from the wings rather than the area once she learned what was happening. It was a tableau of damp politics: the scurrying aides, the forced smiles that didn't quite reach eyes squinting against the downpour, and the unmistakable tension that seemed to roll off the landing platform thicker than the fog. She watched Achan Jaikavi work the crowd with the practiced ease of a man who knew his survival depended on his charm. There was a moment of genuine warmth when he found Blaire Sal-Soren a break in the scripted performance.

A hug, a whisper, a reunion in the rain. It was almost touching, the kind of human moment that usually softened the hard edges diplomacy. But the edges did not soften. They shattered. Ayumi saw the shift before she heard the shot. It was the woman standing in the periphery. One moment she was a statue of servitude, and the next, she was a shooter. The force alerting her as she dropped herself into a defensive form. The attack was so abrupt, so devoid of hesitation, that Ayumi's showed surprise. The blaster fire cracked through the air. She watcheded as Achan fell. The Senator crumpled to the wet ground like a marionette with cut strings, the scene descending into a horrific slow motion.

The assassin turned her aim toward Blaire and for a heartbeat, Ayumi thought she was about to witness a massacre. Then, the air snapped with the hum of violet plasma. Ayumi instinctively moved her hand to a position beside her, eyes wide as Bastila moved. It wasn't movement; it was a blur of kinetic power. The lightsaber ignited, a jagged line of purple cutting through the grey rain, and then it was over. The assassin lay dead, steam hissing from the wet ground where the blade had made contact. Silence rushed back in, heavier than before, broken only by the resumed patter of the rain and the sharp, commanding voice of Chancellor Vexx.

"Is anyone else injured?" Ayumi let out a breath, her heart steady against her ribs. She took a half-step forward, then stopped, her gaze lingering on the bodies and then at the jedi as her voice came out. "Yes chancellor." She wasn't going to judge the reaction of the jedi. Subduing and investigating why might be an option in hindsight but there was immediate danger to the people here. She moved her hand back into position and stood tall at the reaady though as she was looking up at the rain for a moment. Well this day had turned into something... Melanie would likely have something to say when she recounted it to her but her chief of staff was certainly something.

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

Without hesitation Blaire allowed the embrace she was once so eager for. Her face cold from the rain grew warm with each feather light brush of his lips against her cheek.

Their embrace ended before growing overlong. The warmth of him lingered just long enough for her to wish it would stay. One of his hands remained on her shoulder though they now stood an arms length apart.

Her eyes met Achan's. His smile was contemplative and filled with nostalgia. She smiled back at him amazed at her fortune to have finally found him again.

"It does my heart well to see you well. Though please. Do not stand in the rain on my behalf. You must retain your health, if only for the children..." he told her. Blaire blinked away droplets of cold water, her smile waning nearly imperceptibly at the mention of her children.

"I can handle more than rain, Achan." She chided half laughing. "You on the other hand, forgive me for saying so, look like ch—"

There was an explosion and the world around her erupted in a dazzling flash of red leaving her momentarily blind. A scalding spray of red covered half her face, she could feel it burn, could see the steam swirl softly in the cold morning air. The sight of cold black metal filled her vision. Blaire balked, the barrel of a blaster bearing down on her.

The world flashed again, violet this time, as Blaire flung herself backwards to get away from the death that was surely upon her.

Dirty puddled rainwater splashed all around her as she fell flat on her ass on the ground, tripping over something in her haste to escape.

Covered in rain, mud, and half her face in blood, Blaire let loose a scream that ripped throat raw as she stared through the face of Senator Achan Jaikavi

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[Aiden Porte]

Dominique Vexx Kito Bastila Sal-Soren Ayumi Pallopides Achan Jaikavi​

It happened in a heartbeat.

One moment the air was tense but contained, the next it shattered. The blaster report cracked through the rain and before Aiden's mind could finish registering the sound, Bastila had already moved. Violet light tore through the space between intent and action, clean and final. The Force recoiled, sharp and raw, and Aiden felt it all at once, the violence, the fear, the terrible certainty that nothing could be taken back now.

He stepped forward on instinct, boots splashing against the wet pad as his hand hovered near his saber. He did not ignite it. There was no enemy left to face, only consequences rushing in from every direction. The Chancellor's voice cut through the din, clipped and commanding, and Aiden caught just enough of it to know control was being reasserted even as shock rippled outward.

Then Kito was there at his side.

Her presence registered like a steady point in the storm, but her uncertainty bled through the Force, raw and searching. Aiden turned his head slightly, enough to meet her gaze without fully breaking focus on the scene.

"We secure the area," he said quietly, his voice even despite the adrenaline still thrumming through him. "That's all we can do for now."

It was not dismissal. It was containment. Sometimes that was the only mercy left.

His eyes shifted then, landing on Blaire where she had fallen, the aftermath of the chaos leaving her stunned. Without hesitation Aiden moved to her and he reached out steady and careful offering his arm.

If she took it, otherwise he would begin making a perimeter around them, with what Republic forces were present.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

This sort of thing tended to happen in a way that was both impossibly quick, yet excruciatingly slow.

Cora had to wonder if Bastila had moved faster than a blaster shot. In the span of a nanosecond, she stood above the slain agent, rain hissing as it made contact with her violet blade.

As Dominique and Aiden performed crowd control, Cora crouched next to the slain Senator. One hand pressed to the wound at his chest, if only to confirm its depth and severity. Few could survive a point-blank blaster shot to the heart.

Her other hand, perhaps absently, skimmed damp hair back from his forehead.

Before standing, Cora removed her cloak and laid it over Achan's body. She glanced to the Pantoran collapsed some feet away, and decided that it wasn't necessary to confirm her death.

In the chaos of it all, it was difficult to tell to whom the blood on Blaire's face belonged. Aiden offered her his arm, and Cora swept in beside her with the swiftness of a healer that had grown accustomed to triage.

"Are you injured, My Lady?"

Blaire Sal-Soren Bastila Sal-Soren Dominique Vexx Achan Jaikavi Aiden Porte Kito Ayumi Pallopides

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Corazona von Ascania Aiden Porte Blaire Sal-Soren Kito Dominique Vexx Bastila Sal-Soren

The movement of action was around and she had neither the authority... she might be able to get one soldier to escort her to safety.. maybe could ask a jedi but that didn't mean much. She didn't have the armor and weapons to join in securing the area... she was in the rain in jogging shorts and top. She still moved though remaining there as she looked but indicated to one of the approaching guards Dominique had coming in she was fine and showed her ID of who she was. The interface attached to her ear she gave over to them so they could get the footage from its recording and internal AI. She looked up more at the rain and wondered a few things but they would have to review it all.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

She had moved to stop it on pure instinct.

She had instead simply ended it.

The rain continued to fall, making her face slick with raindrops. Water that hid the tears.

Her saber still hummed warmly at her side, it had slain before. This however felt different.

The clouds continued to mask the force, it continued to feel wrong as everybody went about checking on those around her.

She looked down towards the body at her feet. Then at her saber.

No one approached her.

No one asked what this would cost.

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