Faction Lift Me Up [THR/TJO/Do-Gooders]

[Colette]

The perks of being the chief quartermaster was that Colette was keenly aware of every single facet of the Order's entire inventory other than the inventory of the Shadows. That meant that Colette could plan and rearrange as needed for contingencies and leisures alike, which for the moment leaned more into the latter rather than the former.

Seeing as it wouldn't do the Jedi Order any good to devolve into decadence and complacency, something had to change. Their food stocks had outgrown them, their medical supplies had started to gather dust on shelves in their storehouses. A lesser being would have hoarded it for a 'rainy day', but a better one would have shared it, and that was exactly what Colette planned to do.

The recipient: Froswythe
The donation: Ample
The service offered in return: Eased refugee passage

With the Sith Covenant's march into the Core Worlds and with the general disarray of the galaxy there were countless amounts of displaced citizens fleeing for their lives. Entire generations had been upended as memories burned to ash in the chaos. Rather than risk the refugees falling prey to malicious actors it was decided that a temporary logistics hub would be set up on Froswythe where people could be looked after before they continued on their trek further into the republic.

To that end, a few stations were set up around the bigger settlements on Froswythe; the ones that had their own spaceports. There would be wounded needed seeing to, hungry that needed to be fed, and streets which needed to be patrolled to keep nefarious individuals away. An impossible task for a few, a stressful walk in the park for the many. And that was the good part about coming together as a community to provide help: there was never any shortage of volunteers once the avalanche of goodwill had begun.

Objective 1

Give me your tired and poor

The worst leg of the journey towards a new home has passed. A massive tent town has been erected outside of Froswythe City wherein refugees can find food, blankets, and other supplies they might need in order to begin calming down and truly settle into their new reality.

Suggestions for what you can do:

• Man the soup kitchen, feed the hungry.
• Listen to their stories, learn so that we remember what we fight for.

Objective 2

Give me the huddled and sick

Not all who flee are so lucky to be alive. The Sith and Imperials are cunning if not outright ruthless bastards and these folks are all too aware of it. Bio-weapons, laser burns, or simply fire. Suffering can take many shapes, but you are willing to help shape it back into something better.

Suggestions for what you can do:

• Treat the injured, triage the wounded.
• Help deliver medicine to others, if you aren't a healer yourself but still want to help.

Objective 3

Remove the refuse from teeming shores

The announcement of a safe haven never comes without issue. Predatory individuals, the scum of the earth, are more often than not drawn to these places. Hungry to feast on their desperation, your calling might just be to keep the streets clean and the weak from falling prey to their machinations.

Suggestions for what you can do:

• Discover a conspiracy, resolve it on our terms.
• Catch a thief, their stolen goods are now forfeit.

BYOO

Give me those tempest-tossed

Of course, not all who arrive are equipped for the types of misery that can be experienced in a refugee camp. Perhaps your calling isn't so much for direct action as much as indirect. Maybe you just want to take in the moment, or perhaps you're just happy to be there. Either way, this objective is your oyster and we're happy to have you.

Suggestions for what you can do:

• Convince local elites to provide more help, they can afford it.
• Make up your own thing, do your own race.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Objective 2 | Open
​

Corazona had not entered a refugee camp since early on in her pregnancy. When the Alliance had fallen, hundreds upon thousands of civilians spilled into Republic territory, desperately seeking refuge. Now that the Covenant had swept into the core, those numbers swelled once again.

"Easy," she murmured, low and soft. It was difficult to tell if this patient was male or female, at first – so grisly were their burns. A survivor of the Tapani massacre, but being a survivor wasn't the same as being lucky. A strained groan wavered on raw vocal chords as she ever so gently tested the hem of a pant leg.

Fused to skin.

"Shh," Cora whispered, laying her fingers atop their forehead, careful to keep her touch to the little patch of flesh that remained intact.

She had to remind herself that this wasn't like after Ilum, where they had limited supplies and personnel. She'd had to make tough decisions, then. Had to sort through those who had a chance from those who wouldn't make it.

They had resources here – and this person may live yet. May. May.

A cooling sensation akin to menthol would wash over the patient, soothing burns and blisters. It wouldn't take the pain away entirely, but it would lessen the sting. Make it more manageable.

"This one needs a bacta tank," she said, waving over a medic. "I can't find any undamaged skin for an injectable, so they'll need an antibiotic additive."

 

[Andromeda Demir]

OBJECTIVE 3 | OPEN​

Andromeda Demir was not in full Jedi costume today.

Black, high-waisted slacks tucked into rugged boots. A dark navy work shirt was tucked into her trousers, the top button undone, collar slightly ajar. Her dark hair was pulled into a braid, secured by a dark brown braided leather strap, a single bottle-green Irvulixi slag bead serving as a subtle decoration. She wore a dark jacket and a pair of black gloves, and her lightsaber hung from the belt slung low over her hip, and she carried a dinged-up metal clipboard, the kind with a small compartment that could be opened and sealed, and she tapped the paper on it anxiously.

"Are these the last?" she called to the men who were maneuvering the crates toward the warehouse door. They grunted something in the affirmative and Andromeda frowned at the paperwork on her clipboard. That can't be right. "There should be another crate of the painkillers and two more of the bacta applicators."

The two men paused long enough to pretend to look at the crates, shrugged, and trundled off toward the medical tent.

Andromeda watched them go, then returned to the medical shelves, looking for the missing crates. When she didn't find them, she looked at other areas in the warehouse, thinking they might be misplaced. Then she went to the battered terminal and checked the records. No, there they were, entered into the system as received. She keyed through the records and frowned. They were entered again as damaged, then disposed. There were a familiar set of initials next to that entry, the Jedi that had supervised the disposal. AD. Andromeda Demir.

"Okay," she told the terminal on a sigh. "So this is going to be a whole thing now."

OPEN to interactions​

 

[Vif Hozz]

[Objective 1]
Equipment: Training Saber, Misc.
TAGS: OPEN

What a day to be a Jedi...
​

Any and all help was needed around here. The hungry, sick, and dying littered the place, and such a sight is always a hard one for a young Padawan like himself. But, it was also a needed opportunity for experience. This shows the reality of the galaxy, how real people can have their entire lives flipped upside down. And it was his duty to help them.

While he wasn't exactly the best cook this side of the galaxy, if you're someone who desperately needs foods, you're normally willing to take whatever you can get. As such, he was instructed to help out at the kitchens, serving food to the hungry. While he personally would've preferred to help the ones who were hurt, that was a bit out of his skillset, at the moment.

So instead, he was filling up bowls, handing out snacks and drinks, and adding maybe a bit too much spice to the pots.

A bowl and snack were handed over to a woman. "Here you go, ma'am." She took it with a nod, and wandered off someplace else to eat.

"Next in line."

 

[Liana Organa]

Vif Hozz - Open​

If Liana was going to continue carving her own path, she couldn't spend her whole career hiding behind the coattails of more established figures. And what better way to put herself out there than some humanitarian work? It was a good idea in theory, although Liana felt uncharacteristically nervous. She was a Princess, used to having things done for her, not the other way around. Sure, mom and dad had instilled good values in her. She'd done charity before, but it was always more of a photo op with Liana. She had only been a kid after all, and not always a kid who liked to play along. Perhaps beneath it all, Liana was most afraid of appearing fraudulent. "It's hard to mess up soup, right?" She murmured, dumping a mix of spices into the broth.

A few minutes later, Liana was heaving a heavy, steaming pot of soup over to the service area. She plopped it down next to a Zabrak, studying him with a side-eye. He didn't seem like an imbecile, but he didn't seem like he was an important face here either. Perfect. "Hey," She whispered, offering him a ladle-full of liquid, "Does this taste alright to you?"

 

[Vif Hozz]

[Objective 1]
Equipment: Training Saber, Misc.
TAGS: Liana Organa , OPEN
​

There wasn't much of a reaction given to the pot of soup being set down next to him. However, there was a raise of an eyebrow as Liana Organa spoke over to him.

["Hey, does this taste alright to you?"]

Glancing towards the ladle that was offered towards him, then back to the woman. There was a reach over, taking hold of the ladle she was offering. And, taking a small sip of the liquid.

...A restrained cough, which sounded like he was clearing his throat.

"That's-..." Another restrained cough. "...It...May be a bit-" And another. He was desperately trying to maintain his composure.

"...That might be too spicy..." Barely able to squeak out what what he was trying to say, his voice a higher pitch than usual.

 

[Colette]

Liana Organa / Vif Hozz / Andromeda Demir / Corazona von Ascania

"Did you forget to pack it?" A shrill voice tore Colette from her thoughts.

"No." She groaned and went over the items on the list again. "The applicators should be in there. Two of them."

"Two applicators?" The voice calmed down.

"Yeah." Colette nodded and looked up from her pad. The administrator was an old woman, clearly a career politician from the looks of it. It showed in the smoothness of her skin and the eternal fake smile. "And you say Andromeda was the one who noticed this?"

The administrator nodded back, her silvery hair swaying in the winds as it passed through the camp.

"Right, well, she speaks with my authority." Colette sighed and put the stylus pen back into its slot on her pad. "If she asks for anything that'd need my approval to sign off on, she's got it."

The pad joined the rest of her items within the confines of her bag. The administrator bowed her head and went to relay the information to her colleagues. If all the trouble they had so far was a few applicators and painkillers, then Colette considered herself a very lucky woman for the moment. She withdrew the canteen from her belt and took a deep sip.

In the distance she could see two of the kitchen aides choking on spiced foods, and somewhere in the distance she'd sense Corazona. Both equally tempting places to go, neither of them chosen. Colette remained standing in place for the moment and simply observed as the camp teemed with life.

It felt good to be here all things considered.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Heroism in different forms
Outside Froswythe City
Relief Camp

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  "Enterprise" Station Ship
  Null Vector
  Speederbike
  Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  Lightblaster
  Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  Throwing Lightknives
  Force Blinding Flashbangs
  RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  Muscle enhancements.
  Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  Hawkeye implants for eyes
  Advanced Medical Implant
  Scentzy
  Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

It had been some time since the "Cooking with Caltin" Holo-series had aired, but the staff, well most of them were on either the "The Obelisk" Vacation Desination or the Wanderlust Vacation Destination - Sister Station to the Obelisk heading up restaurants, or operations, or whatever. The bottom line is they showed loyalty, and loyalty was shown to them. Which was why many of them are here, on The Starlight Sentinel with Connel, landing among the designated landing area.

They were bringing food, supplies, and everything that they could think of to help out. Not to outshine anyone else, but purely to give of themselves, and to truly give to those who need the most. This was not out of entertainment, this was of a pious nature, to truly enable the spirit of redemption in anyone who could use it.

Connel felt out of place, even though he was here for the same reason. So, Vanagor looked for whoever was in charge. Signs, and people pointed him out to a younger Jedi. One he had met once or twice before. Colette

I have food, water, and supplies, as well as volunteers. Where do you need us? Me?

Colette • TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Liana Organa]

Vif Hozz - Open​

"Damn," Liana hissed, scowling at the soup ladle with disappointment. As the Zabrak continued to cough, her irritation was redirected at him, "Alright there, don't be a wimp about it!" As if to disprove his assessment, she took a sip herself, "Hmph!" The princess's nose turned up at him, but her demeanor faltered not a second later, "Hm." Lips puckered, then sputtered as she too began to cough from the barrage of spices attacking her esophagus.

"Okay… okay…" She wheezed, "Maybe that is too much spice." Liana dejectedly picked up the pot of soup and returned it to the food prep station. Rather than inconvenience herself with making a new one, she dipped her ladle in Vif's pot, scooping out a portion for the refugee who had been waiting confusedly for either of the two to serve them, "Enjoy." She forced a smile at the man as he walked away. Her attention flicked back to Vif now, "You still alive? Don't be slacking now." As if she weren't keeping the heat down through sheer force of will right now.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

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Background:

Froswythe is a southern Colony World renowned for its high quality meat exports, and leather tanneries rivaling the quality of Ghorman textiles.

To help manage the recent influx of refugees, Consular Mykel Dawson of the Jedi-led Frontier Cooperative brokered an agreement between local ranchers and KSA to secure Oasis Agri Stations at a discounted rate to boost output. In exchange, a portion of surplus product generated will be redirected to support relief efforts administered by Quartermaster Colete Noble and the Jedi Service Corps.

As a good will token, ranchers have already donated pallets of produce free of charge!

In the background, Frontier Director Rozalyne Kurganova holds discussions with planetary officials to formalize temporary work permits for refugees, enabling them to address labor shortages across Froswythe and prevent the refugees from becoming a financial burden in the long term. Kurganova has also proposed new investments from Frontier to expand the local dairy sector, including the development of a new creamery complex to diversify production and create further employment opportunities for native inhabitants and refugees alike.

​

Objective 1: Firing Up The Grills
With: Akela Ru
Indirect: Colette Corazona von Ascania Andromeda Demir Vif Hozz Connel Vanagor Liana Organa

Appearance

Mindful of the coming smoke, Mykel positioned his grilling operation some distance away from the main soup kitchen for proper ventilation. Outside, he worked with Akela and some refugees with culinary experience to assemble a line of electric grills and flattops.

There was still a heaviness he saw in the eyes of his fellow refugees, but then he also witnessed a new light being born as they were empowered with purpose.

Nearby, within a freighter bay being used a temporary cold storage area, cook droids portioned out meat, dairy, and other donated produce to be carried to the line outside. Other droids fed raw ruffage and tofu into a molecular convertor to produce vegan alternative offerings for the meat-averse. They worked silently and efficiently within a cool sterile environment produced by a osmotic generator. With only robotic hands handling preparation, contamination risks and the threat of theft were kept to a minimum.

Mykel walked down the line of grills watching the progress of assigned cooks as they completed construction, offering guidance and making small talk.

"Electric grills don't quite offer the same smokey quality of charcoal fire, but it's much better for the lungs I suppose." He chuckled, looking down at Akela as they paced along. "Fortunately I prepared some liquid smoke ahead of time."

It was funny, coming full circle to when his own master had made him man a kitchen on Tython. To the then Padawan, it had been a sour chore. Now as a Knight, it was a sweet respite.

 

[Akela Ru]

Mykel Dawson

She had been asked to aid with the food and there was a lot of it.. though not all for her and there were adults and Connel was here and the one lady... so it was weird... too many adults. Not enough cool people and here she was being made to cook food and it was so bland there was no sugar, no candy, no sprinkles... how could you eat without sprinkles... they were sprinkles. "It looks fine but needs some proper color... like BAM BAM BAM" She said it loud while tossing salt in a cascade as she put her elbow there for a moment and her wrist flicked forward. "Oh yeah tactical seasoning and coolness increaased b twenty percent... we are awesome even if one is like one hundred and the other is me."

 

[Eugen Aker]

___________________________________________________________________​

Objective 2
With: OPEN
Indirect: Colette Corazona von Ascania Andromeda Demir Vif Hozz Connel Vanagor Liana Organa Akela Ru

Jedi Robes

Eugen knelt beside the bed, the soft hum of machines filing the room. Before him lay a heavily bandaged elderly patient with his right arm and leg missing, along with a lung and kidney, all hewn away by a vicious Sithspawn mauling. It was a miracle he had survived so long from the extreme trauma, but death was certain.

The Echani did was he could to ease the transition, soothing Force energies gingerly guided into the man's body like a balm, loosening tension in the patient's body and steadying his ragged breaths. Slowly, the panic and pain that had twisted his features began to fade. A fleeting spring of clarity had blossomed one last time.

Without the edge of agony, memories surfaced, the man spilling them out to a patient Eugen in disjointed streams. Equal measures of laughs and sighs came from the Echani in turn with each pleasant reminder or bitter regret. The most devastating of the latter being his failure to make amends with his estranged son, who was God's know where in the Outer Rim waging rebellion against the Sith Empire. Eugen promised to find him to at least pass the news and the few possessions he retained.

After some time, the man, who Eugen now knew was Yousef, lingered on one memory in particular. It was a rather mundane event in the grand scheme of things but still no less precious to him: entering the kitchen one evening to exotic but familiar aromas as his wife stood over the stove, recreating a rare but immaculate dish he had eaten during his naval days abroad and couldn't stop gushing about.

She actually hadn't been a very good cook, Yousef recalled with a hacking laugh, which made the gesture all the more memorable. She wasn't perfect - and God know he was much worse - but she had always tried to make him happy, and it pushed him to be as best as he could.

When Yousef finished the story, Eugen leaned closer, placing a hand on his chest. "Would you like to see her again?"

The man's eyes, glistening, filled with hope and yearning. He nodded, whispering, "Yes, oh please."

The world shifted. The medbay vanished. Sunlight spilled across a small, familiar kitchen. Sarai was there, smiling as she stirred the pot, their son Cyrus darting through the kitchen a few times with a model A-Wing before disappearing.

"Beloved!" he exhaled, a much younger man in full health. She turned, recognition lighting her emerald eyes crinkled by mirth.

"Oooh, I get a 'beloved' today." She approached him with a wooden spoon coated in a bright red sauce, feeding him the contents that clung to the wood before following up with a kiss. "Guess I should cook more." He pulled her into a bear hug which made her break out into a giggle.

Dinner played out as much as he remembered, with Sarai and Cyrus at the table enjoying her rare culinary success. Cyrus gushed about a new flight sim he was playing, and Yousef hung on every word this time, feeling a twinge of shame how dismissive he had been back then. He had wanted his son to be a chemical engineer like him, the veteran fearing the danger he knew that came with the life of a fighter pilot. He had gone to war to make a better life for his family, not for them to follow his bloody path.

After dinner and some ice cream as dessert, Cyrus left the table to return to his game, feeling extra chipper with the unusual warm reception tonight. Sarai took notice as she cleared the table with Yousef.

"He thinks the world of you, you know."

"Yes, I see that." Yousef said with a choked breath. In the present he wasn't so sure.

"Have faith," she encouraged, speaking with timeless assurance.

She looked toward the window, the sun fading. "Sit on the deck with me?"

This had happened for real back then, but as Yousef glanced to the back door, he realized it wouldn't lead to the yard. Yet, he still took her hand with a contented smile.

"Always, my beloved."

 

[Colette]

The presence of Connel had a stabilizing effect. Despite her quite serious demeanor and a face that seemed permanently annoyed, Colette had great respect for the man. He had his convictions and he stood by them. Even if she didn't agree with some of them it was still something she could have great respect for.

"Always happy to see you, Connel." Colette said and crossed her arms while she thought for a moment. "I could use some more people in the medical tents, if you or your men know your way around chemical burns that'd be amazing. Otherwise…"

Her hand found her chin. She gave Connel a lookover. He was a man of action, someone whose focus could be a potent tool if aimed in the right direction. While cooking could be fun, and because she was jumping to conclusions, healing didn't seem to be his thing…

"Andromeda Demir seems to have uncovered something to do with missing medical supplies." She said and nodded in the direction of the warehouses. "I think she'd appreciate assistance if you can provide it."

Connel Vanagor / Andromeda Demir

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Heroism in different forms
Outside Froswythe City
Relief Camp Obj III

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  "Enterprise" Station Ship
  Null Vector
  Speederbike
  Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  Lightblaster
  Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  Throwing Lightknives
  Force Blinding Flashbangs
  RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  Muscle enhancements.
  Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  Hawkeye implants for eyes
  Advanced Medical Implant
  Scentzy
  Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

She was sizing him up? Why? It was just cooking. Of course it made sense when she was posturing the idea of medical tents. There was a question of where to put him… and well.. He did ask. When she asked him to help figure out the “wrongfully procured” items. Copy that.

Gathering his gear, with little or no other words, Connel made way to the girl. He was there just in time to see two men trundling off toward the medical tent. Something about them was worth remembering, so he paid attention to their look, their movements, anything that would make them stand out. Walking into the warehouse, he saw a diminutive, but clearly not useless girl standing by a terminal, clearly Andromeda. Demir? Vanagor. Need help?

Colette • Andromeda Demir
• ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Andromeda Demir]

​

Andromeda looked over her shoulder as a shadow passed over the warehouse entrance, nodding to Connel Vanagor when he asked if she was Demir. "That's me. Thanks for coming. There's something going on with some missing supplies. They were marked off as checked into the warehouse and then marked as destroyed under my supervision." She gestured to the computer terminal and looked at Connel, dark eyes narrowing with irritation. "Needless to say I supervised no such thing, nor did I append my initials to this report. Somebody is pulling something, and they needed my credentials -- or a spoof -- to do it."

She turned back to the terminal and tapped some keys. The thing was antiquated, making physical humming and stammering noises as it processed the requests, scrolling through the screens. "Trying to see who had access to this terminal. Although if they had my credentials to attach my initials to the order, I don't know what good that will do me."

Andromeda tapped anxiously at the side of the terminal, waiting for the next screen to load. She turned again. "What's it like out there?" she asked him, eyebrows furrowing. "Have there been any other -- shall we say -- discrepancies, do you know?"

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Aiden Porte]

@Open​

Jedi Knight Aiden Porte arrived with the Republic personnel at his flank, boots striking the permacrete in a steady cadence as the spaceport's floodlights washed the landing field in stark white. The refugee hub on Froswythe had the look of a place built in a hurry and held together by resolve, with canvas awnings, ration lines, and the quiet tension that came from too many frightened people sharing too little space.

He did not speak as officers traded codes with local security and medics waved in the next wave of wounded. Aiden's attention moved instead through the crowd, tasting the atmosphere in the Force. There was exhaustion and hope, layered together, but there were also sharper notes that did not belong, like greed disguised as helpfulness and impatience wearing the face of authority.

A comms officer stepped close, voice kept low. "We have reports of theft at the distribution points and intimidation near the boarding queues." The officer hesitated, then added, "We can push patrols, but we are spread thin."

Aiden gave a single nod and started walking, letting the Republic detail form into their groups and began to move. Getting a wrod on the situation before moving out. The Jedi moved toward the tents nearest the boarding lanes, where people clustered tighter and tempers ran shorter. He watched hands, watched eyes, watched the way certain figures drifted along the edges like they owned the space without ever signing their names to it.

Near a ration station, a man in a dockworker vest leaned into an older woman, his posture too close, his tone too sharp. He stepped in, presence calm and unyielding, and the man's words faltered as if he had run into a wall he could not see. Aiden's gaze held him for a moment that felt longer than it was, and the Force pressed down like a weight of consequence.

"Move along," Aiden said evenly.

The man backed away, trying to save face as he melted into the flow of bodies. Aiden watched him go, then turned to the woman and the children beside her. His expression softened, though his focus did not loosen.

"You are not alone here," he told her, voice quiet enough that it stayed between them. "Stay near the marked lanes. Everything will be okay."

 

[Vif Hozz]

Equipment: Training Saber, Misc.
TAGS: Liana Organa , OPEN
​

["Alright there, don't be a wimp about it!"]

A few more restrained coughs seeped out. "...I'm trying..." Inevitably, he entered a brief fit of coughing. Reaching for a nearby bottle of water, and chugging half of the water before finally letting up. Letting an exhale out, after.

That was a terrible experience.

["You still alive? Don't be slacking now."]

There was a gradual look back towards Liana Organa . It was evident she was doing her best to keep her composure. "I'll get back to work in a moment." Stepping back towards the counter and to where she was, as the bottle was offered towards her. "Here. I can tell you need this."

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Heroism in different forms
Outside Froswythe City
Relief Camp Obj III

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  "Enterprise" Station Ship
  Null Vector
  Speederbike
  Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  Lightblaster
  Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  Throwing Lightknives
  Force Blinding Flashbangs
  RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  Muscle enhancements.
  Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  Hawkeye implants for eyes
  Advanced Medical Implant
  Scentzy
  Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

What she was telling him would normally make his blood boil. Thieves, miscreants taking advantage of those who need the most help. This was not a “victimless crime”. Who were the two that passed me when I came here? Do you know them?

It’s possible that the two he saw were responsible, but not always the case. What they could be is a catalyst. Then he had an idea. Pulling out his “Bodycam” Datapad and hooking the crystal into his visor. I am connected to an AI through my gear. Let me see if it can help figure out who wants us to think you’re the culprit… pulling a chord, he clipped it to the machine and handed her the device.

Where should the missing items be?

Colette • Andromeda Demir
• ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Andromeda Demir]

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Andromeda's eyes went past Connel to the retreating backs of the dock workers. "I don't know them directly. They're locals. Part of the crew here at the warehouse." She paused a moment, stepping out of the way so that Connel could plug into the computer and do what he needed to do. She rested her elbow against the top of the terminal, leaned slightly, casting her mind back to when they left. "I didn't feel anything from them when I asked about the missing crates," she told Connel conversationally. "No guilt or surprise or anything. They were just tired, and looking forward to getting the last of the supplies for their shift delivered before getting something hot to drink." She hesitated briefly. "That's not to say they weren't involved definitively, but -- I just didn't get that sense."

Andromeda reached into an inner pocket on her jacket to check the time on her datapad and almost -- almost -- resisted the urge to check if there was a message from William Thule in her inbox. There wasn't, but a little mental math suggested it was still the wee hours of the morning on Druckenwell, so he'd still be asleep. That turned out to be a mistake, because the image that came to mind of the Jedi Master at rest -- dark hair disheveled, jaw at last relaxed, brow unworried -- did something funny to her stomach. She quickly tucked the datapad back into her pocket and turned her attention back to Connel and the terminal.

"The crates should have gone with that load to the medical tent," Andy answered. "It was a crate of narcotic pain medication and two bacta applicators. "Failing that, they should be in the medical stack." She pointed. The warehouse was laid out in stacks: power packs, equipment, potable water, food, medical supplies. A caged and padlocked area in the back had weapons and heavy industrial equipment. "But they aren't, I checked all the stacks."

She tucked an errant stray of glossy dark hair behind her ear and craned her neck to look down at the terminal screen. "Anything?"

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Feng Huang]

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Feng giggled at her fellow soup kitchen servers antics. She was tempted to try the spicy soup herself, partially on a dare of herself, partially just to see whether it was actually as bad as there reactions said and partially just to be included. Feng had major fomo most of the time, it led to doing silly things like trying a soup that was confirmed to be too spicy.

"Maybe it needs some cream?" Feng asked with a giggle and a twinkle in her eye.

"Hi. I'm Feng I came with the latest delivery?" Feng beamed with her natural smile, hefting the box she was carrying.

Feng was a bubbly person by nature, even sometimes during battle, depending who they were fighting and why. Not that she thought loss of life was a joke, but living on the edge appealed to her. Fortunately her Master, Master Wuxia Wukong insisted after every battle that they spend some time in the hospice tents. Feng was unfortunately a lousy healer, but she enjoyed helping out where she could. The soup kitchen seemed like a simple place, where she could work hard for a few hours serving people.

"Where should I put the box?" Feng asked with a smile.