Faction Our Planet is Falling: Silver Jedi Aftermath

[Matsu Ike]

Tragedy at the Silver Rest, during celebration efforts a heinous attack was instigated by parties unknown. Destruction and firres ensued, countless dead and even more are considered missing. The jedi council of the Silver Jedi is in disarray, the assembly seeks answers.

Operations since the fires at the Silver Rest had been disrupted... there was a lot happening and with many missing or dead... the assembly in disarray, the council largely disorganized. THe jedi master had stepped to help and been appointed slowly as the head of it. Caltin Vanagor was Caltin.. Kei Amadis would be supportive. Sakadi Marathi Sinvala she didn't know well enough to form an opinion same with Or'Fol Moric there as well. She preferred to have the pair of them. That was important as they needed answers and the closest to them... Matsu stood in the center of an area of the temple overlooking much of the destruction. Her body remaained still and almost like a statue. She was connecting herself... generating the force through the planet as it fed into herr and expelled through her fingers. She was allowing the force to gather around her and wanted to rreach all of the other jedi who were here... many more who had survived after the fires.

Slowly the jedi master opened herself as she allowed it to pour outwards as a call. To the others, to the enclave, to force users near and far who were of the lightside. Her mind reached out for Romi Jade and Coren Starchaser there was the Crusade who she knew was decent in terms thanks to some of the paperworrk from Roy that was in the information banks. The jedi master stayed there as her hands came out to extend and brring in the others here. Speaking low as therre were many missing but it wasn't about leadership it was about standing together. "Remember us." As simple an order as we can give. "Remember why they died." For there would not wish tribute or song. No monuments, no poems of war and valour. A jedis wish should be simple: "Remember us," She said to them. That was her hope. Should any free soul come across this place, in all the countless centuries yet to be, may all their voices whisper to you from the ageless stones: Go tell the others, passer-by, that here we lie. So our charges died, and ours brothers and sisters died, barely a day ago."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, then you will never make it through the night.”
- Princess/General Leia Organa Solo​

Yeah, he was here. Where else would he be?

He was already getting looks too, ones that he was expecting in regards to how he would react to what recently happened. In truth, Caltin abstained from the vote because he did not have an opinion on it. On who should be voted GrandMaster of the Council, he was not meant to, been there, done that, got the tunic, wore it out. Truth is, he never really felt in place on a Council anyway, he felt that he was better served in the field. Probably why he was rarely on the planet. That does not mean that the big did not hold high expectations. Just the opposite, and maybe that was why he did hold a seat in the chamber, for those who held the same opinions but had no voice. He was a voice of the voiceless.

Anyway…

He was busy, busy bringing in cleanup crews and recalling the “Dreamweaver.” The Starlight Cruiseline under his and Liram's company banner. The ship was planning to set sail in two weeks after a short period in drydock for some final changes. Those changes would have to wait right now as it would serve another purpose. The huge starliner was going to serve as a sort of makeshift home and base of operations for the Jedi recently evacuated from the Silver Rest, should Master Ike (or as he called her “Skippy” as a fun poke) not to mention Scorabius clan. The Wookiee tribe lived in the nearby Wroshyr trees that were destroyed along with the Temple.

Everyone seemed to be forgetting them, but Caltin would not. He had a long history with this clan, dating back to his days as a Jedi Knight, having rescued several of them from slavers and that very tree from destruction. He and his fellow knight Verrj were both many members of the clan, to which he proudly displays the marking to this date. It is with great ad happy coincidence that one of their youngest at the time is their oldest… and still remembers him. Jedi Knight Desbre Gensen, his former Padawan, was taken in and made a member as well. She too bears the markings. They were not going to abandon the tribe, regardless of what was decided.


Tags: Matsu Ike

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Somewhere in the rubble or damage.
Tags: Open

How had it come to this? This was his home, his log cabin by the lake not far from the temple, thankfully it hadn't been harmed and his extended family that stayed there were safe. Zacka the old temple groundskeeper was beside himself sat on the steps almost in tears, holding his hat and cane in his hands. Of course, he was too old to be the groundskeeper now like he used to be on Voss. Living with Kei's extended family or on his ship most days, he was more of an uncle or grandparent to the Amadis kids these days.

Logistic ships by the dozen, wildcards were certainly active, who knows how many hundred were around the temple grounds clearing rubble, escorting survivors, and providing medical aid. Their logistics teams were exactly suited to this. Progress was steady, none of them flinched, they just got on with whatever job they were assigned. All old veterans from the forces, they were getting right into the rubble or damage.

Just like Kei was. Covered in dust from head to toe, like he'd been walking through a snowstorm, only it was debris and smoke that had painted his face. The Jedi Master with a small team were working their way bit by bit to the center of the troubles. There were cuts on his hands and a burn on his cheek. Carrying out a Jedi Knight's body from the ruins inside, he laid it down and called for a "medic!"

Crucitorn

All he had was his medkit, stabilizing the Jedi Knight like a combat medic would, a skill he'd learned a long time ago. Mostly impact fractures, there could be internal issues. There was another skill that he would do more than once today. Crucitorn, with a touch on the body's arm, the pain from the injured Jedi below began to ease. The wounds remained but the patient was no longer in agony. Along Kei's face, the concentration on the many injuries tired him, but he would not lose the Knight. Calm and collected while the healer or medic arrived, gripping the man's hand tight. "Not your time today," Amadis assured him, feeling some of the pain he'd relaxed in the other.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

One of the larger branches that had served as a major buttress for the temple had fallen.

The intertwined structure had to weigh tons. With people potentially trapped within or underneath. But the rescue efforts were hamstrung by the risk of further collapse.

At least, without something to hold the structures in place.

The young Anzat hovered in mid-air. Unlike his usual floating meditation, he was standing upright, arms stretched out as his face contorted with the stress and strain of moving several thousand kilos of wroshyr tree, ceramasteel, sarassian iron, Caltin Vanagor 's bread pudding, and whatever else might be in there.

The air shimmered, the only visual indicator of the strength of Force rippling from out of the child's mind as he telekinetically reinforced the part of limb that had collapsed, while disassembling the debris enough for the rescue team to be able to get access to that part of the temple.

"Come to Kashyyyk, she said," the boy seethed. Referring of course to the Jedi imp, Matsu Ike

"We'll celebrate Rasu and the others, she said," the boy continued, pulling one arm back as a large assortment of debris seemed to follow.

Sor-Jan was supposed to have been here. Instead, he'd stopped into the local Corellia Digital store and... possibly lost a couple of hours hologaming and talking about hologaming.

If he'd been here, his telekinetic shields might have...

No. What's done was done. He was here now. He needed to focus on now.

There'd be time for regrets later. Force knew, it wouldn't be his first regret. And probably not his last. Merely the most recent.

"I sense several life signs, get your team in there," the boy remarked, giving the signal for the Antarian Rangers and Jedi standing by to be first responders to get into the ruined branch of the temple.

Sweat was running down the side of his face. Practice with the Muntuur Stones was one thing. Holding up a few metric feth tonnes to keep from crushing survivors or a rescue team? Not what he'd had in mind when he'd gotten up this morning.

With the fires spread into all parts of Kashyyyk's forests, he was worried about what the explosion might had awoken.

And when he heard the roar, he knew the fear was rapidly becoming a reality.

Turning his head, the boy saw a pack of terentatek crashing through the foliage. If injured Wookiees and padawans were already distressed enough. "Oh, for kark's sake," the boy muttered, his gray eyes moving rapidly as he tried to come up with options.

Where the kark was Jerek Zenduu ? Sor-Jan could use some help at moment. He couldn't move. Could afford to take his focus off the structure he was manipulating. It didn't give him a lot of options.

A stray thought tripped the comlink that the boy wore. "The predators are spooked and out of their hunting grounds," the boy called, to anyone who might be listening.

"We need some cover."

Why couldn't they have built their temple on a nice planet, like Jakku? Nothing ever happened on Jakku, because there was absolutely nothing to do on Jakku.

 

[Glade]

Objective: Be a sassy Damsel in Distress
Location: Buried in the temple.
Tag: Open for Rescue, or just to be an eventual goal.

Well Natoline… Glade woke up with a heck of a hangover.

She'd not been so lucky getting out of explosions, hoverchair and all. I mean she was good but not force god good. Thankfully Fyor was her swiss army knife of companions, only with less neutrality and more sass.

So our Kiffar had been droid shielded from blasts, and grappling hooks had been fired to keep her from being crushed, but well now she was kinda stuck, and her chair had taken a good wallop or two. Thrown back away from their kitchen celebration, maybe down a floor, she was pinning a small part of the roof and maybe roofs above, while hopefully not falling through broken floors or exploded ground below.

"Yep", her nose wiggled, "well what next bozo," she sassed to Fyor chair-droid who beeped a few times back. "No I don't want a stim!" She was cranky, okay she did want a stim, maybe just one? Nope. She was being good, till she left their celebration she was gonna be good. Fettheads. All her days to quit it was today. Space elves, something something, too tired to even give herself a happy reminder, stim-lag setting in.

Coughing a little because well mountains of Jedi dust, green fire, and smoke. Her shield bubble kept out the worst, but she still sneezed. "Umm see if you can get'ta message out again," not even a crackle, one of the wallops had apparently shut her comms up when nobody else ever could!

Creak...

"Um Fyor, can we er, yep, do a'roof check?" Hmm could she risk wind in here like Denon, huff, and blow her way out? Maybe some downbursts? She guessed poofing her way out might be messy. Creaking roofs were troubling things, maybe one stim in case, you know, she didn't make it out. No more stims!

 

[BB-4001A]

"Everyone outside! NOW!"

There was a moment of hesitation, the young Taï displaying visual confusion when Master Caltin Vanagor had supplied the warning. As the burly figure of the man ushered them to get clear, the boy stole several glances around the room.

People were running. There seemed a palpable panic in the air.

So he ran.

That was before the first explosion had come. As the temple rocked, the boy found his footing starting to slip. He was less than confident at walking. Running? He was starting to trip over his own two feet. Slowing his pace to a jog, the boy took a moment to try and wrap his mind around what was happening.

Then a jet of green flame seemed to shoot up from the forest below.

Startled, the Taï scrambled backward as another explosion seemed to give way to a third, then a series -- one after the other. Tail whipping behind him, the boy tried to orient himself to which way would be the shoreline. "Gotta get to the water," the boy uttered, breaking into a sprint.

He could see the flames starting to move up the walls of the temple. The heat searing the green-blue scales that were starting to shimmer along his body.

There was a balcony overlooking the ocean. It was a spot he often came to in the temple.

Leaping up onto the railing, the Tai jumped into the air the same moment as a fireball erupted from behind him...

He was drifting in darkness.

He opened his mouth to groan, feeling bubbles escape his lips. Red, fish-like eyes fluttered open.

The tide was moving him, back and forth. The green-blue Taï hoving between the sea bed and the surface. As he came to, the boy twisted himself around so that his feet were oriented to the floor and his head toward the sky. Which, something was wrong. He could see flashes of green and columns of smoke, even from under the water.

Looking forward, the boy realized that the object in front of him was the balcony.

Except, it was no longer attached to the Silver Rest.

With a flick of his tail, the boy propelled himself toward the surface, to try and see what was going on. Was Glade okay? What had happened to the Herglic, Master Or'Fol Moric or the others?

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche​

This was no game anymore.

No politics,

No opinionated observations.

Right now none of that mattered as it was time to get to work. Vanagor was one of the lucky ones, indeed caught in the rubble but not deep enough where he could not push himself out. He was already composed enough to start pulling debris out and safely away so as not to injure anyone. Translation would mean he had a head injury but was just too dag-blasted stubborn to stop and think of his own health as long as others needed his help. Maybe this was why he drove Jedi around him insane, maybe this was why he inspired so many more. The big man just would not let himself have doted over if others needed help, there was just no getting around it.
So the big man kept digging and pulling. He was focused on sounds, everything from yelling for help, to coughing, The more he could hear, the closer he would get, and pull out a cook, a cleaner, an office worker, a Padawan. He didn’t stop, even when told to, as demanded by healers, the only way he would was when he knew that there were more than enough to finish up, or if someone else was there, someone specific and no, it was not a member of the Council.

This stuff weighs more than the bread pudding I once tried to make.

Until one of those two things would happen, he would listen search, and dig. When it got to the point that Goliaths were able to be brought in then it would be a good thing. They would be able to do a lot of the heavy lifting. There was more work to do, and though he was “unique” these were the times that it was good that he was here. One of the many more times than he himself would ever think, but still.

The funny thing though, was the more he acted, the more others would act around him, not out of guilt, but out of resurgence. This was secretly, exactly what the big man hoped for. To get others to look at his actions and realize that Jedi may be righteous, often a lot of it is "self", but they were what they said they were. Jedi were there for others and would always be. That they were never going to tire if another was in danger. Many of them were witnessing this first hand, some for the first time. His quest, his hope was paying off today, and did so often, not all of the time, but often.

This was one of those successes that made the big man want to see the next one.

Tags: Kei Amadis , Glade , Matsu Ike , Sor-Jan Xantha

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Werucoss Nertivor]

Objective: Background Post
Mentions: Eza

From near Eza a large Ithorian head surfaced, blinking. He bellowed sadly at the sight of the burning temple, his eye-stalk appearing very sad. He was a padawan for just four days here, and now all the trees around smelled of smoke and the nearby wildlife was injured, panicked, or scattered.

Rising out toward the bank of water, Weru had made it to sit, becoming a young Ithorian padawan pile of twigs. Slumping down. The damage to the forests alone, the creatures, and the animals. He watched them panic and heard their calls, picking up a singed sapling and trying to put it upright.

It was all too much for the peace-loving Ithorian, who stared at the display for minutes catatonic. Despite what Eza might say or do. Finally, a large bird call woke him up to his senses. Eventually letting Eza or anyone nearby know he was alright, with a few good blinks and bellow-like words. Deciding to get up and help with the wildlife nearby. It was all he could do, that or faint from exhaustion and stress. No training but that of a farmer and forester. He would save what trees and plant life he could, restoring the balance where he was able.

Helping one sapling, tree trunk, or frightened animal at a time.

Fin for Weru

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Moving out to stop the panicked wildlife.
Tags: Sor-Jan Xantha | Caltin Vanagor

While healers took the wounded knight from his feet, saving another precious life.

"The predators are spooked and out of their hunting grounds," Sor-Jan warned.

A dusty and worn Amadis was faced with a stark choice, continue to dig to a lifelong friend and those inside, assisting Caltin, or protect from the forests awoken predators trapping them all against the rubble. Kei had lived here a very long time. If anyone was going to help settle a stampede in his backyard it better be him. ~Get them out Master Vanagor~ Caltin Vanagor His mindspeak might not even make it through this noise weak as it usually was. He could feel Natoline and others in the rubble and heartbreakingly he had to leave them. Elara keep the kids safe, Elara Amadis he kissed his ring, was Amelia even out yet?

While fires blazed around the temple, and his friend struggled inside, he centered his calm. Directing the wildcards to, "set up stun traps, deploy our SB1's." Most of the droid assets were burning behind him, but they had a few onboard their landing craft. The non-lethal spherical flying drones were a product of when Apex worked with the Silvers a very long time ago. A tool he always wished the order would use more often in conflicts.

Beyond stunning or tranquilizers, the best thing you could do with rampaging frightened animals is clear a way for them to go elsewhere. "Anyone got any water?" Water abilities would work as well. If they could make a path through the flames, most animals in a panic would probably head to safety, likely only particularly vicious or hungry ones were going to head towards a large group of men and machines.

If nobody could bring about rain, he'd try and rig something up, moving toward the front of the rescuers to face any animals headed their way. Several SB1 droids tried to stun the creatures around Sor-Jan Xantha potentially freeing him up, before flying off to help stop or hinder other predators.

Here came the first.

Buzz of Can-cells flying outward.
Several fleeing Tach scampering across the floor, harmless so far.
A large pack of Misntyngar running together, the near stampede they were running in, caused by a…
...a massive Anakkona snake chasing them.

Snakes. Right. Of course. Snakes.

 

[Chaussidier]

Aftermath​

The sound of boots clicking against the metallic floor panels and the steady yet distant hum of the engines was all that could be heard. It was peaceful - very much in contrast to the hectic bridge that he had just departed from. The crew and his second-in-command would handle things as the Nima II drifted closer to what remained of the Silver Rest.

The Admiral had found it uncanny how the Jedi had expressed a desire to return home before the reports of what had happened even started to stream in. Numerous concerns had been raised but it was only now, upon returning from their advanced deep space operations, that it was truly possible to grasp the extent of the devastation that had occurred.

Making a sharp turn to the left, Chaussidier entered the front-facing hangar of the ship. His eyes were immediately drawn towards the open shield-protected mouth of the hangar. Massive smoke pillars that could be seen on the otherwise peaceful green planet below - even from their altitude. A broad range of emotions could be seen flashing by the elderly Admiral's eyes during the few brief moments that he took it all in. It was a rare display of emotion that soon gave way to his usual more distant demeanour.

The landing craft were all but ready to take off. Moving at a quick pace, he approached Jedi Master Sakadi Marathi Sinvala and greeted her with a respectful but quick nod. It was unclear when they would meet in person again. "Master Sinvala" he said, extending a hand to offer her a secure datapad containing the latest information they had been able to gather on the whereabouts of Tynen. "We will have two more supply ships ready for your direction once you reach the surface. I will coordinate with you from the bridge."

His attention snapped to Elryn Freestar and Mathieu Brion who were just about to board the shuttle. He knew Mathieu well enough to know that this ordeal had to be taking a toll on him. It was likely that Eleven was no different. And at would get worse once they reached the surface. Putting a hand on their shoulders, he looked them in the eyes "You have to steel yourselves for this. Now go. Do what you must." A few moments passed before he let go of their shoulders. With a nod, Chaussidier left them to return to the bridge.

 

[Xi Jago]

Mis post

 

[Glade]

Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Open
Location: Under a whole heap of rubble, on the lower floors.
Mentions: Siobhan Kerrigan

Roof creaking above, more dust slid below, the shield strained. She budged up in her chair trying not to get covered. Was probably a good time to finish something, yeah right, she could never finish it.

"Soooo Fyor," she popped her lips, no, no stims. "kinda, about time y'know…" running her hands along her chair, fiddling with nothing in particular, "hololetters. Yep, let's maybe do that." Voice going very quiet. The 150th hololetter attempt, at least that's what droidhead told her it was. Letters she couldn't ever send, because well... but she had their memories, and emotions she put in every page, and that was something to hold onto forever.

Dear mum, bad time to be, well, y'know, but I can always write here and imagine I was talkin' to you, and, things were better, and I wasn't always a fetthead. Imagining what you'd say or do right now, probably just poof bust in and take their whole temple with you! Then I get kinda of sad, thinkin' on how life would be with the girls and.... how'd I threw everythin' good awa...

CRACK. One of the grappling cables snapped under the strain and whipped around uncontrollably slashing her shoulder. Ouch! She cried out, and got a nasty wound, her white blouse for their celebrations wasn't exactly whip-snap proof! She held one hand to her bleeding arm and cradled it, dropping her letter.

That left three cables between her and being smushed. Part of the roof came down in front of her, rubble piling onto and shattering the glass keepsake she'd let go.

Pffftttt she blew her hair out of her eyes, were still alive Fyor, its okaies, don'tcha worry she whispered under her breath. "Been plent'a worse spots yes'sir!" A nervous laugh came out of Natoline, maybe her stim withdrawl, maybe just because that's who she was right now, or maybe it was because roofs were falling on her head.

Rocking back and forth with cut arm. She would rather be just about anywhere than thinking about where she was, even there... "what do you call a girl who had three daughters, and can't even remember their faces." The droid beeped something, but with less sass than usual, almost heartfelt for a beep. "Yep, I know what I'd call her," a spark popped across the shield, Fyor droid draining to keep the smoke and heat out. She drew their faces often, but they were so little the triplets when she'd last seen them. Two had a good life, she hoped with her old family like she once had. Her other girl, Althenea, not so much. She'd been meanin' to ask Jedi for help with that, but explosions!

"Wish we had a few more memories, keepsakes, we could…" another creak above her, gettin all emotional. Glade… Natoline, could hear them digging somewhere distant, "HEYA HEY HEY," she shouted from somewhere below, gettin' a mouthful of dust for her trouble. "LIL HELP." Cough. Cough. Her voice was probably faint from below layers of roofs and rubble.

It might take some careful digging not to bury her from above, down a few floors, or just embedded in the earth from their kitchen celebrations, explosions, and other shenanigans. Dont'cha squash the Kiffar Jedi!

That's when she heard a voice calling for help from below her!

 

[Matsu Ike]

The sounds were coming... people were helping out all over and the jedi master focused as above several ships arrived. ONe was who she was looking for and had sent for as the Arukirī descended first in shuttles and then in their armor. A kid might make a joke about angels but in their armor they were jedi healers... some fo the best who tended to the remains of the dead in the Columbarium. THey didn't speak they had anti gravity equipment that made them lighter then stone and knew how to work relief in areas like this. Their staffs designed to heal with the force and calm. THe shuttles were bringing paladins strong biots that were designed for things like this and they started to get to work. Helping where they could as the jedi master felt with the force.

SHe didn't need to recall others with the light so she could instead focus on them here... they would hopefully receive reinforcements. She looked at some of the others who were around though and the treees in the distance. THey would rebuild hopefully in a way that would be able to counter some of these dangers they faced. The jedi master turned around as one of the droids brought her information.. a transmission addressed House Io hits the Silver Rest. She listened to it and watched it taking notes of the angles and sending the information for the droids as she spoke into the force. Feeling others around them but the jedi master stomped her foot planting it into the ground as she focused on the world itself and shaping it. TO reinforce what was collapsed with force energy to hold it.

Caltin Vanagor was there and he was a power house who could lift and get it moved... but shifting the foundation could endanger others like Glade who was under the rubble. SHe was able to focus on that while speaking into the force and mentally projecting the message for the others. 'This transmission is about twelve hours old. The holonet buried it and it stayed buried until we were able to dig it up. This is what they are saying what this House Io believes. I have no real idea who they are the only time I met this Laertia she was still very much a jedi... a sick jedi who needed help but a jedi and now she is this." THe jedi master was looking at more of it and trying to get the others out. She allowed the force to generate and hold parts of the rest.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.” – Brodi Ashton, Everneath​

There was a problem with the structure itself that brought an easy fix, at least in Caltin’s eyes. The “pilots” of the automated Goliaths followed Vanagor’s direction as he wanted three of them to go into a rather steep dive and wedge themselves in between the ground and the building itself, all the while engines running. The damage to the heavy transports were not at all important to him, not out of some callous lack of concern, but because they were products from a company he heads up and therefore since they had not gone to market so technically his property.
The purpose was to hold the building up long enough to get others out of there, or at least to move the fallen structure to safety. Either way the things could get replaced, the people could not. So he went back to what he was doing, climbing up higher and higher onto the wreckage. The big man pulled out more and more trash, if only to come in from above. Also this way the Goliaths could lift out larger pieces.
Tags: Kei Amadis , Glade , Matsu Ike , Sor-Jan Xantha

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

K A S H Y Y K ,- U P P E R- A T M O S P H E R E
S A K A D I -S I N V A LA -#4​

E N C R Y P T E D -T R A N S M I S S I O N​

"Member states of the Silver Concord."

"If this message has reached you it is to inform you that Silver Rest, home of the Silver Jedi Order, has fallen."

"Our Knights will do their utmost to provide this federation with stability and security in these uncertain times."

"All I ask is that you do not give in to fear. Stand by us, like we have stood by you for decades."

"That is all. May the Force be with you."

Sakadi let the message play once more before her eyes. The ghostly blue figure appeared solemn and calm. As if the figure was in control of the situation. Knew what she was doing.

She had a hard time believing that the figure she was watching was actually her. Her heart had sank the moment she had laid eyes upon the devastation from above. Somehow, those feelings of grief and disbelief hadn't carried over to her body language. Only her presence in the Force had wavered.

And luckily for her, the old admiral was not Force-sensitive.

"Master Sinvala" Chaussidier approached her, datapad in hand. Sakadi took a moment to gather her thoughts before she accepted it. The Admiral's information was why she had sought him out to begin with. Yet it felt almost irrelevant compared to what was happening below. "We will have two more supply ships ready for your direction once you reach the surface. I will coordinate with you from the bridge."

"Thank you Admiral." Sakadi projected. "I am forever in your debt." She offered him a genuine smile before boarding the shuttle.

It was time for departure. Time to make up for her absence.

Mathieu Brion Elryn Freestar​

 

[Elryn Freestar]

Tears streamed down Elryn's chestnut eyes as his nose crinkled and sniffled. Wiping the droplets from under his eyes, the clone replayed the transmission sent by Master Sakadi Marathi Sinvala for the umpteenth time. He still couldn't believe it, after years of solitude and loneliness he had finally found a home, a place of belonging within the Silver Jedi - and now... it was all gone.

To him, the Silver Rest and the Jedi seemed unstoppable, untouchable. It was the first time he'd ever felt truly safe when he first set foot within the Jedi establishment. Its destruction had completely shattered the boy's world - and his safety blanket. What would they do now? Where would they go? How many people were killed? Did anyone he know make it? A million thoughts flooded his mind all the while the deep pain and sorrow he felt pulsated through the Force in large, uncontrollable waves.

Ending the transmission, he sniffed once more before rising from his cross-legged seated position and approaching the shuttle, stopping next to Mathieu Brion . Face stained with tears, the sensitive teen didn't even attempt to hide it nor did he care. Right now, he wanted to help his brothers and sisters in any possible way.

Feeling a large hand rest on his slender shoulder, Elryn lifted his head to look upon the accomplished Admiral stood before him. He told them to steel themselves for what was to come, despite his gruff and serious exterior, looking into the man's eyes Elryn could sense a warmth to the old man. A warmth that, despite being in the face of adversity, things were not so bleak.

Pursing his lips, biting back more tears, the Padawan nodded "Y-yes, sir."

When Admiral Chaussidier released his hand from both his and Mathieu's shoulders, Elryn lowered his head and a look of determination replaced his sorrow before he boarded the shuttle down to the ruins below them.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

Fire. All around him the forest burned. The cries, calls and final sounds of the living creatures that called the trees home were drowned out by the furious crackling of superheated flames, it was like the sound of some massive monster as it crunched and cracked through the bones of its latest meal.

Dagos Terrek Jedi Padawan had only recently returned to Kashyyk after spending time away exploring the galaxy and searching for his purpose as a Jedi, any purpose as a Jedi. He had faced down undead pirates, teamed up with a darksider to explore an ancient Jedi temple, and met several other padawans who he thought he could call friends. He had too done work with The Silver Jedi, the order that had taken him in, he had been on Cato Neimodia during the crisis and had tried to make himself a part of the order. He had not exactly been successful and that was why he had come back to The Silver Rest, to see what help he could provide the order after Tython.

Before going to The Rest however and seeing the other Jedi and the soldiers that had bravely risked everything for the galaxy, Dagos had gone in the woods looking for a familiar face. He came to an old Wookie village, long abandoned by the native species, that for a time had served as the base of operations for a group of poachers. Until Dagos had found them that was. He along with a fellow Padawaan and a clone trooper had busted up the poaching operation and set free a bunch of the captured animals to live in the forest and so he had come back to this spot hoping he could find one specific creature. A baby fathier, that after a year would hardly be baby sized any longer. Dagos had sat and meditated, reaching out with the force hoping to find his friend when the ground around him had shaken violently before there was a giant explosion and the world around him had gone black.

When he came back to his senses he was no longer surrounded by darkness but by evil green flame that consumed everything. Dag had somehow used The Force to create some kind of protective bubble around himself and his travel companion the droid, BD-NRG. Bee-Dee had been with Dag ever since the incident on korpil
G62. Now he and the droid were once again out of the frying pan but in the…well you know.

He needed to find a way through the flame, back to The Rest, to tell the others what had happened if they didn't already know, to find some help for the Wookiee and the rest of the creatures that called the forest home…

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Aftermath​

Tags: Elryn Freestar Sakadi Marathi Sinvala​

It felt like an eternity since the shuttle entered the massive smoke pillar. There was nothing to see through the viewport as thick dark smoke still kept them blinded to the destruction outside. Mathieu looked to Master Sakadi who sat opposite to him and then to Elryn who sat next to him. In a way, it felt just like old times - the three of them together in silence ahead of a daunting mission - but then, both himself and the Jedi Master were all too well aware of how much had changed. It made him sad and importantly; it made him feel sorry for the boy. He tried to offer an encouraging smile whilst doing his best to hide how futile it felt.

Memories of Chaussidier's words still echoed in his mind. It was odd - the Admiral had sent him on numerous missions filled with danger and peril. All without telling him to 'steel himself'. While the destruction at the Silver Rest and its surrounding areas appeared to be horrible, it was hard to understand why it would be any worse than the other places he had been to. Then, the shuttle finally cleared the smoke pillar. A shallow gasp escaped him as he saw the, now unfamiliar, shape of the Silver Rest from up close. He even saw the obliterated temple grounds where one of his first lessons under Master Or'Fol Moric had taken place. Mathieu had never seen his home like this - but now that he did, he could truly and fully understand why the Admiral told him to be strong.

"That's not right" he whispered as they continued their descent in a wide arch. The reason for taking a wide arch was simple - the pilot needed to find a spot to land. But for him, it felt like they were taken on a sadistic tour to see the exact details of what had happened to their temple. Mathieu looked to Sakadi for guidance, for she had often been able to help him centre himself in trying situations. Now, however, he doubted that even her wisdom could help him come to terms with it all.

Eventually, the shuttle would set down a bit outside what used to be the Temple's main entrance. Just like the Silver Rest, the settlement outside was also in ruins. Fires burned hot around them but the ground around them was stable and being a bit away from the taller structures, the risk of falling debris was minimised.

The muffled screams of panicked civilians and burning animals running from the treelines that stood ablaze was momentarily covered as the airlocks released a stream of pressurised air before opening. Once the numerous landing ramps opened up, all the misery from outside the shuttle suddenly felt all that more present. Disciplined marines quickly worked to unload supplies to establish something akin to a field hospital. Normally, Mathieu's military-esque background would ensure that he did the same, but this time, he remained in his seat as if he had been dazed.

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

K A S H Y Y Y K ,- T E M P L E -R U I N S
S A K A D I- S I N V A L A- # 4​

Sakadi Marathi Sinvala was no open book. She held pride in the fact that she was near impossible to read, using it to her advantage as both diplomat and peacekeeper. A look at her serenity and composure, no matter the situation, made people find their strength. She inspired fearlessness in times of despair. Confidence in times of doubt.

And hope when all seemed lost.

"We have seen and experienced disasters far worse than this, Mathieu." Sakadi's lilac eyes were glassy as she stared into the distance. "We simply have never been the target of it. That is all." She projected calmly. "But before we look back and mourn what we have lost, we must do our utmost to save that which is in the present." Her grip on the safety handle of the shuttle tightened. Things like this were easier said than done.

She felt her heart pound in her chest as the shuttle slowed down. All that separated her from the burning hell were the precious seconds that slowly ticked away. One with every rhythmic beat of her heart. Then the doors opened.

Sakadi was the first one out. The scorching heat and dark smoke made her eyes tear up almost immediately. The air was heavy and hard to breathe, despite the distance between them and the fires to her right. To her left, the dust and rubble that was once Silver Rest.

There was no time to think. Sakadi moved on instinct and intuition alone. Gently, Sakadi extended a sense of peace and calm into the Force as far as she could. No ordinary Jedi could influence strong-willed minds. But her mind touch was among the most potent in the galaxy.

Slowly, the whirling emotions of misery and despair subsided. The chaos around them structured itself into something more manageable. Perhaps Sakadi could not move mountains with the Force. But she could move people like no other.

"Masters Leon and Nikofordis." Her disembodied voice, able to reach through even the greatest storms, found its way to the two Masters she had spotted among the survivors. Leon was a human in his early thirties with brown curls whose robe was scorched and torn. Nikofordis hailed from Chalacta, with caramel skin and smooth black hair. He held his green blade up like a beacon. "Gather what Knights you can and take care of the fires. We cannot allow them to spread any further." She glanced back to check on the progress Chaussidier's men were making. "Knight Stacal." Her voice again reached into the distance. "We are in the process of setting up a field hospital. Instruct the Padawans you encounter to report there for duty."

Sakadi continued conveying orders and giving direction to all faces she encountered. Sometimes even entire groups. Because what was needed wasn't the 'great' power of yet another individual. It was a linchpin for the survivors and relief workers. One that could support and guide them in making a difference.

And Sakadi made herself that linchpin for them.

Elryn Freestar Mathieu Brion​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Compromise where you can. Where you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say 'No, you move'.” – Christopher Markus​

Was he egocentric? It depends on who you would ask.

Was he stubborn? Definitely. He would not stop though. Not while he was safe and others weren't. He was not built that way.

Was he hungry? Yeah. He would not eat until he knew others were in good hands.

Should he take a break from pulling rubble like everyone else was? Just because he “should” doesn’t mean that he “would.” Too many still missing and/or unaccounted for. There was enough of this on the planet Tython, there was not going to be any more of this here on Kashyyk, not if he could do something or had anything to say about it. That is not to say that he did not need one. The big man spent a lifetime learning what his true limits were and pushed past them.

What happened here… if it didn't matter if it were some kind of accident… or some kind of curse. It did not matter if it were even some kind of devious plot derived by someone who is so broken at some of the sights she had experienced that it was some convoluted thought that it would destroy them as a whole. None of that mattered right now as the big man was out of the rubble and others were still in there, he could not ethically stop if he wanted to.

Doubled over, sucking in oxygen, his muscles were strained, his will was being challenged. He was taking the moment to talk to his wife and let her know he was okay. She had just gotten wind of what was going on and was ready to tear apart half the galaxy to find out who was responsible, he knew, they all did deep down, but right now he wanted to account for as many as he could. She was on her way with more supplies, and food, he promised that they would meet on “The Dreamweaver” in two hours and she would not take “no” for an answer, he knew because she was giving him “that look.” With a weak smile. He gave his word and they said their goodbyes.

There was more to do, he needed to find more Masters so that some sort of concerted effort could be made. They needed a plan and he needed to be able to tell what supplies he had available.


Tags: Kei Amadis , Glade , Matsu Ike , Sor-Jan Xantha Mathieu Brion Dagos Terrek Elryn Freestar Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island