Quare Pugnare Debemus?

[GhostOfProtocol]

Commenor​

854 ABY​

[member="Ayessa Kroan"]​

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The battle with the Commenor System's Alliance and The Sith Empire had left Commenor worst for wear.

The capital of the former Systems Alliance was battered and broken, but it would be rebuilt. Kei had already made it clear that he would offer whatever funds that the Queen required. He had also made it clear that he himself would be partaking in the rebuilding effort, modernising Commenor for the second time in ten or so years. The planet had taken a beating before and bounced back, it would do it again.

Kei walked through the city streets. So many people had lost their homes and their jobs. It annoyed him more than he expected that his penthouse and remained standing, although the windows had been smashed in. Kei had done his best to repair the building and offer it out as a refuge for those who needed a roof and food and water. It would help those who needed help.

He didn't understand, in many ways why his new form seemed so intent on helping people. He had heard rumours that essence transfer could go wrong, the two minds occupying one body fighting for control. It would explain his new relaxed nature and want to help those who needed it, even though the body was currupted with the darkside, guided by the original mind of the original Kei body.

He traced his fingers over the ruin of a store.

He was a Sith, but he wasn't. He was kind, civil. He was kinder than he had been when he had originally died. He was a Sith, but he was following the same code he had once followed as a Jedi and he didn't know why. He was a Sith, but he wanted to tear The Sith Empire limb from limb for what they had done on Commenor. He was a Sith, but he was also a Jedi.

He was confused. He was stressed.

This new body stuff was difficult.

 

[Ayessa Kroan]

Commenor, Chasin City, Undetermined Time
'Helping People' | Interacting with [member="Kei Raxis"] ~ Crossfire
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This 'new life' stuff was really difficult sometimes.

Sure, it had been a while since her re-emergence on Coruscant. The Sith Empire had been there too, though at the time Ayessa hadn't had the faculties to realize that -- Too busy panicking and trying to avoid the carbonite sickness whilst the world was getting essentially glassed. Now with every sense in line, she could recognize them a mile away, like she had during the siege proper. The feeling of crushing oppression and overwhelming malice. And yet, still, Commenor survived. Miraculous. Commendable. It spoke to the people's fortitude, or the strength of the Force here, or maybe a mix of both. Sith knew no mercy, so it wasn't them that let this place bounce back.

This temporary safehouse was nice enough at least. The incognito Jedi had no need for it as shelter, but those within did, and those within were exactly the people she was helping. Had she asked for permission from whoever was organizing this all? ...No, but it was charity, you shouldn't have to.

It helped combat the sick feeling inside that whispered you ran away from these people. Did survivor's guilt apply if you weren't a survivor at all, but a coward?

Stifling a sharp exhale Ayessa glanced over to some of the Commenori huddled for shelter within the penthouse, surveying the very real results of the siege. She passed a blanket she had been holding to a nearby family, wordless, with a smile that barely contained the turmoil within. Ayessa couldn't do this anymore. She needed a break from staring at them and telling them it would be alright when she could have helped in the first place.

Not your war.

This time she let the heavy breath out as she moved to exit the penthouse. Now that the Sith were all gone, there was no reason to hide her alignment to the Light; then again, she didn't know how, so it was an empty thought. Her concealed lightsaber felt almost cold.

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R2-C4 | Lightsaber (Concealed, detectable by FS/FU)

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Commenor​

854 ABY​

[member="Ayessa Kroan"]​

There was once a story about a good man who went to war.

Over time, there had been many good men who had gone to war in the Galaxy. To many, Carnifex was a good man. To others, Thurion Heavenshield was a good man. All of those men had gone to war and those men were good men in some eyes. What defined a good man however? Was it someone who torched cities for the greater good? Was it someone who remained peaceful and attempted to win a war via negotiation? Was it someone who didn't go to war?

The Sith Empire weren't good men.

Commenor was the proof of that. It was charred and broken, shattered and dead. It would be rebuilt in time, hopefully with pretty green places and new shopping malls. Kei had the best architects in the galaxy working on it, making Commenor pretty again. He knew he ought to make that into a slogen, put it on shirts and hats. Make Commenor Pretty Again! He made a mental note of getting that made into a sign somewhere on the planet.

He walked back towards his penthouse.

He needed a nap, but first he needed to make sure all the refugees had food and water and clothes. It felt strange for a Sith to be giving out clothes and rooms to refugees but the brain of whoever owned the body previously wouldn't have it anyway. That part of his body, or soul or whatever was taking control for a change. He walked quickly, through the streets back to the bit of the planet that had survived.

He just wanted a nap.

 

[Ayessa Kroan]

Commenor, Chasin City, Undetermined Time
'Helping People' | Interacting with [member="Kei Raxis"] ~ Crossfire
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It was pretty amazing this building had managed to survive.

Or, well, survive in good condition. Nothing in Chasin City was properly whole anymore, including it's population. Everything touched by the foe had rotted away to something primal and destructive, yet this place remained. The Force and it's plans...

Still. The Jedi leaned in a doorway, eyes downcast, occasionally looking over to the entrance of the penthouse she'd elected to work out of. There was a surprising amount of guarded protectiveness in her posture all of a sudden, like a hound sensing hostile intent and slowly preparing to defend territory. This wasn't even her place to protect, that was the job of whoever owned it properly.

But if something bad returned to try and hurt these people again, she knew at once she'd spring into action. And something bad was coming. She could feel the sensation rolling across her skin, a twinge of fear to follow. Were all the Sith really gone? Maybe some had stayed to ensure that the job was finished. That seemed like a very Sith thing to do. Fingers idly traced the outline of her lightsaber again, now relishing the feeling of cold metal and warm connection between her and the crystal within -- If something evil truly was coming, she could handle it.

She was, after all, only 800 years out of practice.

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R2-C4 | Lightsaber (Concealed, detectable by FS/FU)

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Commenor​

854 ABY​

[member="Ayessa Kroan"]​

The familer feel of the street underneath his feet.

The block almost looked normal. If you believed hard enough you could almost believe that nothing had happened, that a war hadn't torn the peaceful city apart. Kei looked at the scratch on his arm. He would lie and say he got in mid battle, it was cooler than the reality. The reality was that he had tripped post battle and cut his arm on a sharp bit of metal left by the war that had torn across the surface of the planet.

He wriggled his fingers slightly, almost glad he had hands. No-one ever knew how much you missed hands when you didn't have them, opposable thumbs were the best thing evolution had ever done. He shook his head as he walked. He was being stupid, still trying to get used to having a life once again. He ran his hand through his hair, cracking a knuckle soon after. He was exhausted, he hadn't slept in a few days because he was too busy helping people.

It felt wrong.

 

[Ayessa Kroan]

Commenor, Chasin City, Undetermined Time
'Still Helping People' | Interacting with [member="Kei Raxis"] ~ Crossfire
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Maybe some part of her had been waiting for it. Waiting for some trace of evil to come crawling back.

So she wasn't surprised when her expanding senses finally detected something hostile in the area. Or, at least, something she immediately perceived to be hostile. Intentions be damned, if it felt dark it was probably dark. And whilst she wasn't keen to tango with a Sith Lord, well. It was her duty, right? Then again, it might not be as intense as a Sith Lord. Either way, something she didn't like was getting close to the building and she wasn't interested in letting them get anywhere near the innocents inside. Finish what they started with that city. Those millions gone in an instant.

Snap your fingers and lives vanished. That was how the Dark Side worked.

Without a second thought, Ayessa went for her blade. She held the curved hilt in her right hand and relished the feeling of cold metal on skin now, letting it seep into her and offer comfort. She'd fought with it before, she could fight with it again. There was little preparation she could undergo, except waiting.

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R2-C4 | Lightsaber