Mission No One Vanishes Alone (Open to Jedi)

[Iriana Vael]

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The message had been brief.

A Jedi has gone missing.

For many, it would have been another troubling report among countless others carried across the hyperspace lanes. For Iriana Vael, it was reason enough to change course.

The Wandering Light emerged from hyperspace above Chalacta only hours after fragmented reports reached her network. Underworld syndicates had struck the city with startling precision before vanishing just as quickly, leaving destruction, frightened witnesses... and rumors that one of the Jedi who had answered the violence had simply disappeared.

Rumors.

Most dismissed them until evidence surfaced. Iriana had learned long ago that by then it was often too late. It had already been weeks since the attack. The Jedi Enclave had mostly evacuated Chalacta. There was a lot that could have been missed.

Before descending through the atmosphere, she transmitted a simple encrypted message across trusted Jedi frequencies.

To any Jedi within reach of Chalacta. A Knight is unaccounted for following the recent attack. I will begin searching immediately. If you can lend your eyes, your judgment, or simply your presence, meet me within the affected district. No one should vanish alone.​

No signature beyond her name. Those who knew it would understand.

The district still bore fresh wounds. Collapsed market stalls lined cracked streets while maintenance droids worked beside exhausted volunteers clearing rubble and scorched speeders. The smell of smoke lingered stubbornly in the warm air despite the passing hours. Conversation came only in hushed voices, as though the city feared drawing the attackers back.

Iriana walked without hurry. Her weathered robes shifted gently over reinforced travel leathers, one hand resting loosely near the silver-white lightsaber at her hip. Amber-brown eyes moved from broken walls to discarded equipment, from frightened civilians to the subtle impressions left within the Force.

Violence always echoed. Fear. Desperation. Resolve. She let each feeling wash over her without allowing any single one to dominate. Somewhere within the tangled currents was the absence she sought.

Then something tugged gently at her awareness. Not through the Force alone. Memory. Loss. She turned into a narrow side street. There, leaning almost carefully against the edge of a battered building, rested a lightsaber. Untouched. No scavenger had claimed it. No curious passerby had dared disturb it.

Iriana slowed as though approaching an old friend. She knelt before the weapon, studying every scratch, every worn contour of the hilt before allowing herself to lift it with both hands. Its weight settled comfortably into her palms. Abandoned. Or left behind.

There was a difference. She silently offered a small prayer to the Force for whoever had carried it last. You are not forgotten. Movement at the edge of her vision drew her attention upward.

Several civilians had stopped to watch. A pair of laborers stood with tools hanging idly at their sides. An elderly woman lingered in the doorway of a damaged shop. A young boy peered cautiously from behind her skirts, unable to take his eyes off the weapon.

Iriana rose, keeping the inactive lightsaber visible but relaxed at her side. Her voice was low, calm, and carried without effort. "I'm looking for the Jedi who carried this."

She let her gaze move across the small gathering, never lingering long enough to make anyone uncomfortable. "I'm not here to question anyone's choices during the attack. Only to find someone who may still need help."

Silence settled. She had learned not to fear silence. People often found courage there. "If you remember anything..." she continued gently, "...a direction they ran, someone they spoke to, another face nearby, even something that seemed too small to matter..."

A faint, reassuring smile touched her lips. "...please tell me. Sometimes the smallest thread is enough to bring someone home." She hoped that the citizens would learn to trust her enough to give her a lead. And she hoped back up was coming. This looked like it might be a sizeable task.

IRIANA VAEL

• Location: Chalacta
• Objective: Investigate disappearance(s) after criminal attack.
• Outfit: Normal Robes
• Company: Villagers, LUMI-7
• Message sent to: Aiden Porte | All Jedi

NO LIGHT IS TRULY LOST

OOC: Open to any Jedi, but would like to keep the group pretty small. If there are already four Jedi involved please check with me before jumping in

 

[Braze]

Tags: Iriana Vael

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Braze had been paying close attention to every notice concerning missing Jedi, pursuing as many scattered leads as he could possibly manage. Several of his Shadow contacts had gone silent in recent weeks, their usual reports replaced by unanswered transmissions and dead channels. As if they had just gone dark with out warning. Sleep had become a rare mercy for the young Echani; when it did come, it often brought with it uneasy visions that dragged him through unfamiliar streets,saturated in half-heard pleas, and blurry impressions that dissolved whenever he reached for them.

So, when he heard of another Jedi vanishing on Chalacta, Braze altered his course without hesitation.

The young Knight arrived dressed for travel rather than ceremony, pale hair drawn away from his face and a heavy fur lined cloak resting across his narrow shoulders. His somber jade green gaze moved over the districts as he advanced, cataloguing any scorched masonry, abandoned thresholds, and the wary faces watched from behind shattered windows. He kept his force signature suppressed and buried deep.

He did not rush to question those who lingered nearby or press them for answers. Their attention appeared to be fixed upon someone else… someone who looked far more traditionally like a Jedi than Braze did.

She was not anyone he recognized nor was familiar with... Braze decidedly allowed his presence to become known gradually, keeping his hands visible and his posture at ease as he followed the encrypted summons farther into the district. Beneath the hustle of passing bodies and the ceaseless noise of the city, he reached cautiously into the Force, searching for the same troubled current that had disturbed his sleep for weeks.

Too many Jedi had already disappeared into silence. He had no intention of allowing another to be forgotten…

"Hey…" he greeted lightly upon approaching Iriana Vael .