Midnight City (Open to TSO, others see thread)

[Hira Mitsae]

Mice?

Talking mice?

Brows furrowed in thought, yet the Jedi Master did not say a thing when [member="Bethany Kismet"] scrambled into the black hole underneath the heavy stone slab and crawled out with a third mice in tow. This one seemed in pain. A moment was used to look around, ensure that nobody else remained underneath before he gently let the granite slab slip back into the crevice. Younger Michael would have felt awkward about this situation.

But Sardun understood now that they all had a role to play in this Galaxy.

Some were the heavy lifters, others... the Jedi offered a strong twig picked up from the ground and some gauze from the kit, others were the healers.

They did not break things, they fixed them.

"How did you get there?" Sardun asked, suddenly, before the few mice tripped away. They looked at each other, then send a look -- sentient look, far too smart for just any mouse -- at Beth, before settling another look at him.

"We were going for a walk-"
"When big boom!"
"Yes! Biiiiiiiiiiiiiig boom!"

They squeaked at each other for interrupting one another, before quickly turning around and leaving the scene. The Jedi Master could only look with curiosity as they walked, too smart by half, indeed.

"Not sure, Kismet. But they needed help and we provided it." A shrug followed. "Good a thing as anything, if you ask me."

 

[Maizono]

Maizono stood at the bridge of one the First Order corvettes escorting the relief effort. She hadn't come here by choice, otherwise she would've stayed away. Her corvette was nothing more than a tin can with a few thrusters and a couple of useless laser cannons, and she was way too far away from First Order territory. She had much to fear being so far away from home. The navy had nothing to lose, as a lowly junior commander in a second-hand reject of a ship was easily expendable, but the convoy needed an escort, and now she was here.

She had her officers constantly monitor the situation, looking out for any potential threats. As per normal, Maizono would report to the lead vessel that vicinity was clear and they could proceed as planned.

"This is the commander of the Reformer reporting, the area is clear. All systems normal"

 

[Bethany Kismet]

"Big boom indeed," Bethany murmured softly, emerald eyes following the mice until they disappeared from view.

Shaking her head, as if too clear something from it, she stood up. Brushing dust off absently, she looked up at [member="Michael Sardun"] .

"I'd like to learn more about what happened here. We know only the... barest sketch."

Thus far, Bethany had expressed no surprise, or even anger, over the knowledge that the modern iteration of the Jedi were responsible for the events that unfolded here. Perhaps that should seem odd- but the Jedi Master knew, from long experience, that the Jedi weren't perfect. Indeed, far from it. She had seen atrocities, some of an even larger scale, in her own era. Perpetuated by the Jedi in claims that it served a greater good. That it was worth the risk. And then she had watched as the cost had risen, multiplying. And time and time again, the Jedi would bemoan, after the fact, that no one could have foreseen the consequences of these actions. All the while, watching covertly from the edges of their vision to see if she would step up and say 'Yes, we did. And we warned you.'

Time and time again. Eventually, she had been unable to continue to call an order that repeated the same mistakes over and over her home. After a Jedi feint against Taris turned into a planet-wide massacre (mea culpa, mea culpa, how could they have known?), she had turned her back on her own order.

Yes, she would like to know more. But it wasn't particularly relevant, and her tone said as much. The story was always the same.

Someone thought that they knew better. And acted without considering the wider consequences. Someone had decided that flawed judgement substituted for military wisdom.

Some things never changed.

"We should go, there's more work to do."

​She looked out over the broken landscape. She could feel the tendrils of Korriban pluck at her, whispering questions.

"There's always more to do."