Faction Ninety Miles Away | THR

[Andromeda Demir]

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"You as well," the miner's daughter said, returning the greeting with a genuine nod. At one point she would have been uncomfortable talking to someone of means, particularly someone of means with control of and interests in mines. But she had learned much in her years off Irvulix, despite how much she wanted to pretend she was the same girl she always was. But it couldn't be true, however much she wished it.

The Jedi Knight nodded along as he explained his interests and his philosophy on responsible mining. The more she learned about how mining was done in the rest of the galaxy, the more she realized that Irvulix was not alone or unique in the way it treated its miners. It was, perhaps, unusual in other ways, but as it turned out the sentient capacity for greed was limitless. It would have been encouraging to know that Irvulix was just a statistic, nothing that motivated anything as base as cruelty, if it weren't so heartbreaking.

"I think it depends on the order," she told Makai as they wound deeper into the mine. "The Order associated with the High Republic is -- more permissive, I would say, than the New Jedi Order was -- when it comes to a 'home life,' as you put it. Then again I came to the order later in life than was considered typical. I was nearly twenty. A geriatric padawan. And they collapsed only a few short years after." She shifted the crates again, using her thigh to balance them as she flexed her fingers, working some circulation into them. For a moment she allowed the Force to carry them ahead of her before once more taking them under her own power.

In situations like these, the Force would better used to protect from a cave-in.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when I liked what I heard coming out of a mine owner's mouth," Andromeda said, putting a bit of humor onto what otherwise might have been a deadly serious indictment of the profession at large. "Wonders never do cease. I hope you're right about these miners and these mines. They've had a hell of a time here."

Makai Dashiell
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[Ayumi Pallopides]

Objective 3: Schmooze

The efforts continued as Ayumi had spent most of the time with the relief camps and the people. Supplies were steadier once they replenished with each box handling more. The first meals being cooked and prepared were starting to be set up so they could serve it to the people and they would be able to have something warm and more soothing. Zaakira working with other efforts as they were still searching but she had worked out the logistical concerns. They were looking to get the people here and bring them to Denon for medical care in a place without the ask and danger. Their newer facilities would offer a great deal more they could use.

Meanwhile there was the other works going into it. She had been working as efforts to get to the missing and find them were doing a little better. It helped when she could find meditative peace in her movements, relief supplies and the hustle of speaking to the reporters or the people. She also had a tether with the boy who had been searching for his father and used it aas they moved out seeking after a shock. Zahira scanning while her bodyguard supported the weight in the powered armor to let some workers get in and pull out several but it wasn't nearly enough. She would remain there as they were brought in with supplies but also she could focus the force around them and it wasn't as flashy but revitalizing their bodies was helpful.