Faction [NJO/GA/Cathar Characters] The Stars Stand Still Again

[Jonyna Si]

Cathar

The people of Cathar had long been used to strife. Long been used to living at the end of a blaster, whether it be by Imperials, Sith, or their eldest enemy.

All those generations ago, a myth was told. Tak Lya'tuk tak Vysok Bolja Silla. The Day The Stars Stood Still. To the people of back then, it was the day of liberation. When the Old Republic, and the Jedi Order, freed them from having to hide in burning jungles, and distant stars. The original Crusade, defeated by the heroes of the galaxy.

To the current generation, it was a day of reverence. A day to remember your ancestors, and thank the stars and the Force for the luck that had come with hiding away.

The native tribes of Cathar didn't believe in the concept of coincidence. The Storm of Life, The Force, weaved fate in strange ways. But there was always meaning to it.

It had been no coincidence that the Neo-Crusaders had attacked on that sacred day. They had intended to wound the culture, not just the people. To remind the people of Cathar that they had to respect the power of the Crusade.

It had failed.

This time, the people of Cathar stood firm.

This time, the Alliance hadn't watched from afar.

The wounds still ran deep. The damage had been done.

But as the Dawn of Hope came into orbit, the people came out of the jungle. They looked up.

The stars were standing still again.

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Jonyna Si, Sentinel of Harmony, stood in front of her home. She had succeeded in defending the one place she could call sanctuary. The one tie she had left to her old life. The one member of her family she had left.

Ran Dom Kuun stood. Wounded, but undefeated.

The Dawn of Hope had arrived, in full force. Jonyna wasn't normally one to call in the entire fleet, but with the advent of the stations now keeping the worlds within the GA's space covered, she felt justified in doing so.

This was a personal matter.

Her home had been wounded, as had she.

A new scar ran across her face. A new slash across her chest. A new hole in her shoulder.

All would heal.

As would the holes in the ground. The scars in the forest. The flames across the savannah.

The Crusaders had decided to mar the earth with blasts from the sky.

The Alliance would heal them coming from the same place.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Nathan's Robes

Armed With: The Force, Old Mercenary Set (Spear and Shield)



A Cheaply robed Warrior roamed Cathar, anonymous and without fanfare, armed with nothing but a reproduction of a weapon set he had first found on Dantooine.

He had set down around the same time as the fleet had arrived and had since then devoted much of his time to helping clear out rubble from damaged structures, using the telekinesis Caltin Vanagor had given him lessons in to move the rubble away safely. The Shield was slung over his back, the spear clutched in a free hand. He was also destroying unexploded Mandalorian munitions, gathering unsecured weapons and destroying them also.

The locals had stayed away from the man, letting him about his business, silently healing the wounded with his own minor skills in the ability. It was his first serious duty since losing his left arm on Tython.

He had not brought the Bacta-Works fleet here today (Though his daughter Sera had donated several billion credits on his behalf to the planet's leaders and over a half billion in yellow diamonds and several tons of Red Bacta to Ran Dom Kuun itself to help with reconstruction, as well as numerous food supplies)

He was here on his own, trying silently to get some of his confidence back.

Looking back, his rise to riches and wealth was eerie in how rapid it was. He feared he had become complacent, and the Cruel Boss (How he referred to The Force in private) had taken his arm as a warning.

He had always had nightmares of his first death since coming back to life. The dismemberment. His wife's soul getting utterly consumed.

Even his new family couldn't dull that pain. The birth of a son could not make him forget (or forgive) the daughter he had lost.

All he could do was move forward. Mindlessly almost. Like a speeding train on a track. Sera ran much of the day to day stuff anyway...

He approached the absolutely gigantic tree, his new cybernetic left arm showing through the damaged robes. He tried to not think about how similar to his daughter at the start of her journey he now was, at least in a physical sense.

It was really a magnificent tree, even though it has suffered damage. Nathan himself would never have tried to make it a home...he preferred the certainty of duracrete and exotic alloys to woodwork...but he did admire what the Cathar had done with it. It was creative.

He spotted Jonyna Si after some time walking. He doubted that she remembered him. Not that he held it against her. Being easily forgettable was the name of the game.

The grim faced Padawan that never smiled, joked, or laughed around Jedi approached the Jedi Master.

"It is an impressive fleet, I admit, Master Si..." he remarked. "For what it's worth, I'm glad your home survived. It would have been an extreme tragedy had it not. I stand ready to do what I can to aid people while I am here. Is there any place in particular I could be helpful to start out in? I have been practicing my Force Healing abilities..."

 

[Aris Noble]

It'd been a while since Aris last was in this tree. How far up had they gone now? He glanced down, humming in thought. Judging the distance. These trees were unlike anything he'd seen on other worlds, sprawling towards heights that challenged the mountains in the distance. Cities existed in parts, where the Cathar lived. Where Jonyna Si probably was.

He still wasn't sure how he felt about their disconnection.

"You're not afraid of heights, right Kaelos?"

His gaze shifted, glancing towards his fellow Padawan. Vera Noble 's crush. Possibly boyfriend. He hadn't asked her about it yet, now that he thought on it. Maybe he should? Oh, maybe he could find a way to tease her on it while also asking. Yeah, yeah! That'd work. He grinned at little at the thought, but it faded just as fast as he felt heat on his shoulder.

Cinder. This was where Aris had found them, so it was only right they got to fly about the branches again. "I can catch you, probably, if you do end up falling."

Kaelos Vryn

 

[Gem-in-Trash]

They had chosen not to fight the Mandalorians. The Nyota Liko'we could not afford to either risk their precious ships in battle, nor risk being targeted with reprisals from the Neo Crusaders.

But that did not mean the Star Tribes had forgotten their homeworld, or their people. They had come, and waited, one jump away, until the skies had been cleared, and Cathar was ready for their return. It was not the first time Nyota had come to Cathar. But it was the first time that any fleet, in its entirety, had come to Cathar.

And they had brought a dozen Nyota fleets - almost the entire population of the Star Tribes in this part of the Galaxy.

Food, supplies, evacuation, water, Droids - whatever the homeworld needed, wherever the homeworld needed it, the Nyota had brought it. For the first time since their founding, the Star Tribes of the Cathar people truly were home.

Gem-in-Trash was like a bullet when she charged at Master Jonyna Si with no warning. The girl literally launched herself at her, arms outstretched for a hug.

"MASTER SI! MASTER SI!" Gem wrapped her arms around Jonyna upon impact, and she squeezed as hard as she could, "I'm so glad we won..."

Gem held Master Si like that for a couple of moments before letting go. Gem was a little ball of energy, and she began to jump up and down in place once she released her.

"I heard Captain Anura was here, too! I dunno if you met him but he's this little green frog slug man and he rides around in a Droid. I think I missed him, though, I'll have to send him a message. THERE WAS SOMETHING IMPORTANT I NEEDED TO SAY TO YOU WHAT WAS IT OH YEAH MASTER SI GUESS WHAT I HAVE A TRIBE NOW!" Gem held up a a bracelet made from worn out ball bearings and wire. Each ball bearing was painted vibrant colors of yellow, orange, purple, and red. In very small writing, in an old Cathar language script, were the names of different ships. One of the ball bearings was white. Gem held it up for Jonyna to get a better look.

"This white one represents the ship my mother was born on, before it was lost - Parrarych, the Wandering Thunder! It wasn't very big. Oh! And I found out I'm related to Admiralty! Not that close, though. I should introduce you! That's why I ran ahead! Master Si, this is - oh, I guess they're talking to someone else right now," Gem pointed to a tall Cathar woman with broad shoulders and long, dark fur, though she was clearly greying.

"Gem, did you just tackle Master Si?" Digs-the-Sands asked, several steady steps behind her daughter.

"Oh! Uh, shyuukl! Well, I-uh-um-well, I guess I did. I'm sorry, Master Si..." Gem said, her ears falling back, "Anyway, that's Admiral Malahra Lulis. She's my grandfather's cousin once removed, so my..."

"She is my mother's cousin," Digs said.

"Basically my grand aunt," Gem concluded, waving the specifics away, "She wanted to fight, but the other Admirals couldn't agree, but they're all here now. And Admiral Lulis adopted us, so she's my Mwamba now!"

Gem smiled and shuddered with happiness, her tail twitching every which way, "The Jedi have always been my family, but the Fleet are my tribe now."