Private Sacred Waters Lost in Sand Rescue Skirmish (Kainate/Jedi PM for Invite)

[Manu Xextos]

OOC: Rescuers & Defenders! Let’s have fun, see where the outcome lands. If you want in on this, please hit up Alexandra Feanor .

Sabarene
Medical Centre, Outside Sezi'nik
6 Clicks from the Abha Spaceport
Year 52 of Jedi Master Manu Xextos' imprisonment by Darth Carnifex

Sabarene lilted on, a whisper at the edge of the Galaxy. Echani, Epicanthix, a few Navani still kicked around the polar caps. All beings I promised in the past to protect. The neutral world had few settlements, most built more than a decade ago, if I recall. Circadian rhythms were tough to maintain on board a space station like the Malsheem, though it did bring me back to my roots.

The virus swept through Sezi’nik fast as the desert sun bleached bones.

I’m allowed few comforts in my Sithly imprisonment. One, updates from Sabarene, and at convenient times, the opportunity to dig my toes in the sand. Bare feet padded along the floor of the medic lab in the hour pre-dawn. I preferred it, alone with a few medic droids limited to running diagnostics and minuscule acts my captors deemed… acceptable.

I used to count the time by how tall my half-sister Raya Najwa Zambrano got, but she’s an adult now and it got harder to tell. Saw her less. I grip the edge of the lab table, struggle against a frustrated gurgle that might set off the guard alarms. Keep it civil, keep it quiet. Do my work. “DR-3, run the disinfection cycle over the sample tissue, then another diagnostic. See if this attacks the viral load enough without necrosis.”

The droid hummed to an electronic half-life, clunked about. One by one, I set my elbows on the table, grip the back of my neck. My hair’s long again, it must have been months.

Kaine Zambrano. Smart x’archeth, for a brooding giant. He didn't want to kill me, he wanted a living toy. A Jedi Master in his back pocket for those occasions when his blade or brethren needed a punching bag. I kept thinking... how much energy was the man putting into an attempt at turning me from the Light? I'm too practical to think he captured me solely for my mother's joy. His prison had less bars than the dunes along the desert’s edge, chains were built from hostage Echani villages, the sight of my poor, mind-riddled half-sister fit to be tied, not understanding a world she’s not meant for.

There's still time. I could find the method, break the right guard's neck, I could snatch Raya away and take her to real Jedi, to Light Siders who wouldn't slit her throat if she took a nap unprotected.

It's been fifty years, and the villain hasn't beaten my resolve, yet.

The urge to protect her, to find a way to steal her away, get her out of Darth Carnifex ’s clutches was almost as insatiable as ensuring Sabarene’s populace not get turned to glass.

My prosthetic leg pinched at the stump. Each one more rudimentary than the last, after escape attempts failed. An uprising here, a break for freedom there. Another mandatory sparring session, where Carnifex's ferocity met my calm.

And now, alone in my isolation lab after rounds, I ran the virus through its paces. For now, it seemed, the sickness was only compatible with pure-blooded Epicanthix, so Echani neighbours took up more of the work, more of the load until their compatriots were well. People started dying, and regardless of the time and technology we have, I was reminded that even viruses metamorphose to stay alive.

It’s only a matter of time for the sickness to spread through the half-Epicanthix, half-Echani minority and from there? One wrong person on a cargo ship… “Think. Stop and think. More infectious, less lethal… it’s the way… come on, old man.”

Darth Carnifex might have tossed me onto the planet to salvage his, achem, beloved, achem people, after all this time, I wonder if my step-father trusts he broke me too completely for me to book it out a doorway and into the desert. If I could make it to my Jedi Temple, if I could garner passage, if I could hide among the Echani men, who still share my face…

But innocents like my half-sister could be next. Innocents are in stasis units, and while I haven’t worn the robes of a Jedi Master since the day I was captured, I’m still a doctor. The people lived in fear, scarcity, worry, the hardest of all is hope. Through my empathic background noise, I can feel the hope spreading through the populace. Their benefactors, Darth Carnifex and his wives Ahani Najwa-Zambrano and Gunnr Zambrano brought them a medical mind.

They sent a living fossil of an ancestor to guide them through the shadow of the valley. So I bit back the hatred rumbling up my esophagus like bile, and I work.

The attempt to rectify hatred with my Jedi Code is the only thing keeping my mind untangled.

“DR-4, do you have those reports from the water recyke purifiers, yet?”

“Still… compiling. . . Manu Najwa Xextos. Rank…”

“Belay vocals. When it’s finished, send it to my datapad.”

I cannot wait to have a lightsaber in my hands again. To cut down the Sith until their cancer is atomized in the heat of a star. Maybe this day... maybe I'll look into the faces of my expectant descendants and see they're ready for a war of attrition... all I see is my kids.

Children Erryn bore without me, out of time as I was in those days.

I wasn't there for Erryn, whisked away in the Krystalsovn by my insane mother. I wasn't able to raise my kids.

I'll be dashed if I leave their descendants to the Dark, without a fight.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra had come with a few others, arriving not far from the Temple that had been on the planet and hoping to find Manu there. It wasn't the case though, instead there were signs that the man was being kept somewhere else, that they may not be locked up or in stasis like she had expected. The information from Raya had been somewhat hard to follow given her unsteady mind, but it was enough that Alexandra as confident the man was on the planet. She had not seen him since the battle against Carnifex, all too long ago and with her realizing that his imprisonment must have been a torturous one.

One benefit to coming to the temple though meant that she was walking away with a few personal effects in hand. Things that could be delivered to Manu once the group found him, and once she and the others got him off this planet. His saber most of all as she looked it over in her right hand before placing it on her belt. Her left arm continued to hang uselessly, the corruption still leaving her largely disabled on that side while her voice was used as little as possible.

That all said she would look over her shoulder, looking towards Pelie besk , Saki , and Caelan Valoren . The three had been individuals she did not work with often in the past, but had answered her call to help in this matter. She hoped this would be quick, that there would be minimal fighting as she did not want to get bogged down should someone like Darth Carnifex be present on the planet.

Thankfully, she could not feel him in the force. It did not mean he wasn't there, but it did make her more confident.

She would look at the others with that thought running through her mind, reaching out through the force and using Manu's saber to help direct her towards them. The feeling would give her a direction, a path to head down and she would smile as she did before looking at the others and nodding.

"This way." She would speak, her voice soft and quick to avoid bringing herself too much pain from speaking.

Her footsteps slow and soft like her voice, letting the others join her and keeping an eye out for any individuals that might have been tipped off by their entrance into the temple and now their choice to start moving in the direction of Manu. If Carnifex had left anyone of worth to guard the Jedi Master, then it could be a problem, especially if the man himself was simply unable to be sensed and was truly on the planet.

Manu Xextos

 

[Saki]

The call had gone out... and she had come. The chance to rescue a fellow jedi was not one to pass up after all as she moved. her attention on who was there as she debated the merits of what to bring as she looked it over. Eyes flicking up as she looked towards her breaker armor... she could wear it with the blade but if she did... if she brought it then she would be calling for a fight and she wanted to get in and out without risking the jedi master in captivity. She could feel the annoyance of it as she settled and withdrew her saber and her staff. Sliding the metal onto her hips and running her hands over her head. The stubble coarse for the moment.

She was prepared though as the only thing she needed was the familiar weight of her staff in her hands... hell her clenched fists would do as the jedi master moved off. Leaving the case there as no one else aside from Fabula would be able to move it easily. She had a breathe she was holding when the moment came and then she was on the transport following Alexandra Feanor and the others as she rolled her shoulders. She didn't need to speak... she was the muscle at the time... she would smash through whatever they needed her to smash through as she was channeling the force physically. Matukai techniques making her focused and ready.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

When there was someone in need of rescue, Caelan would make an effort to assist. Not because he wanted glory, or a chance to fight, but because it was the right thing to do. He’d helped as a distraction when they had rescued his friend Azurine Varek . He would always seek to rescue those that were being held against their will by the enemies of light and peace. It was something his pregnant wife was aware of, and had learned to accept despite needing him to be around to care for their already born child and her. There were some duties he had to undertake even though he was King.

In this instance he wore his typical robes and had Fate poking his head up from the hood of them to keep an eye on their surroundings. While he loved the droid, Fate wasn’t particularly quick on his feet, and he needed to keep up with the others in this situation. It was difficult to say who they might encounter, or what. The droid would come in handy with locked doors, though.

Alexandra said to follow and so he did, his lightsaber gripped in his hand, though not active. He also minimized his presence in the Force in order to avoid drawing attention from any Sith that might feel a lightside presence and get curious. Secrecy was something he’d learned from Drystan Creed before the man had disappeared during the incident on Coruscant. He needed to track that down soon, see if he could figure out where he disappeared to and if he was alright. Hopefully he wasn’t a prisoner of the new Empire.

But for now, he said nothing, just silently following.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Alexandra Feanor | Manu Xextos | Saki | Pelie besk ​

 

[Pelie besk]

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Pelie was willing to risk her life for the chance to save another jedi especially one who had been captured and possibly worse by the sith she would do her best here as she stood with the others in basic clothing a pair of tight form fitting jeans and a white shirt that clung to her form but was still a little loose and a leather jacket that cut off just below her chest to not tip off any darksiders that she was a jedi. Not that she expected others to think the same way or atleast she thought not as she sat there awaiting for the mission and as it did she followed th rest not able to see the planet as they did but she extended her senses out. Trying to get a picture of the local surroundings as she followed the other three using the found lightsaber.

Her lightsaber hidden within her left sleeve as she felt out everything within a few miles of them "there's what seems to be a hospital 6 clicks that way I also sense that people are in distress a sickness of some kind i believe perhaps I don't sense any darksiders maybe their in hiding or watchingcarefully if they even expect something like this" she said just loud enough for them to hear as she would pick up movements through the force see faces as they walked sense electrical fields.

Alexandra Feanor Manu Xextos Saki Caelan Valoren

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

There wasn't alot that would set her off but a virus that would kill her own species was one of the few things that would set her off and she kept her eyes on one of the few who could solve this problem Manu Xextos , she was here to ensure he stays at work with this and that he doesn't try anything funny as she kept in her full armor as she sat at the door of the lab she was as protected as she can be from infection but she wasn't about to leave this room to only Manu, this was...a strange way of finally meeting her mother Ahani Najwa-Zambrano 's Oldest ...which technically makes him her oldest brother but she did not understand why he was not with them in full, why did he need to be dragged here by his heels to cooperate...why serve the Jedi and not the family...many questions as he worked on his samples, she will even provide a few of her own samples to work on as she waited and observed, even here she kept her senses on high alert for any treachereous attempts at escape.


Of all the times to have a reunion...this was not one I expected to have, eldest....though the line of our blood is so far and vast it was bound to happen yet I wonder...what brought you to the Jedi in the first place rather then just helping the family in their duties instead of being their enemy..


She said as she fiddled with her lightsaber and continued observing his work hopefully he will find a cure and soon, she would rather be able to report to Darth Carnifex the good news instead of silent reports

Alexandra Feanor Saki Caelan Valoren Pelie besk

 

[Magnus Zambrano]

In Orbit

The bitter dark of space snipped at Magnus Zambrano's void black eyes. Enfolded in a stark black armourweave cloak, the behemoth towered over the panels, the bulkheads, even the nebulous sire he stood, both sentinel and student, one step behind.

Time around the perilous Darth Carnifex was difficult for even his children to procure. His father's mission was much larger than Gunnr Zambrano 's family dinners and training sessions. But time alone? Magnus' jaw worked tight against his teeth.

A thrill of fear kept the giant in perfect posture, daring any of the crew to question his authority as the firstborn of Zambrano's beloved bride. Yes, he had many step-mothers. There were satellite lovers and siblings both younger and older by dozens. His mother was no first wife, but Magnus still lived within a childish naïveté that his parents loved each other enough to shake death from its predator stalk. He had to prove the affection was worthwhile.

Anyone living or dead who did not have a reverent fear of Darth Carnifex was either ignorant or idiot. But, it was not fear of Kaine Zambrano that left his son poised within a perfection he'd been trained to reflect.

He couldn't let his father down.

This was it, the proving ground. Finally rounding into adulthood, Magnus surged onto the tightrope of youthful exuberance and growing usefulness. After all, there were so many other sons. Whatever the Sith Master asked of him, it was time to prove his worth.

To prove the training, the paternal comfort during outrageous growth spurts, or Magnus caring for his twin during Girak-Kaine's perpetual nightmares, lashing in childish violence, the years of sparring and mastering stylus and blade, were all worth the expense. Keenly aware he was no better with a stylus than a fish with sand, Magnus stared at the dunes below. Girak-Kaine was the thinker.

It was both pride and trepidation that stood Magnus alone.

Girak-Kaine was needed on the Malsheem, Magnus felt his twin's absence like a knife between his ribs. Yet, the aura of menace surrounding him included adolescent excitement. Was this a reward for acting on the planetoid? Was Magnus inventing reasons, and instead Darth Carnifex merely saw an opportunity easy at hand? A convenient weapon to hurtle, or experimental lamb to sacrifice on the altar of Manu's cure? There were few higher profile captives than the Jedi Master below, at least which Magnus knew about.

"I sense…" Magnus' composure flickered. His head listed to the side, and the slim thread of fear meant to keep him focused and wise expanded into a coiling serpent in his stomach. There was a familiar presence on the planet below, one entangled with the sheer brightness of Manu Xextos . No, impossible. Or… Magnus growled short and several of the bridge crew winced. Vandra Zambrano was guarding the Echani, wasn't she?

Magnus followed his father's perilous lead. If all was not pristine, there would be blood below.

Enemies Approaching: Alexandra Feanor Saki Pelie besk Caelan Valoren

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"A disturbance," finished the Dark Lord of the Sith, His fiery eyes narrowing slightly as He turned His gaze down towards the world below. The subtle curvature of Sabarene stretched out before them like a tapestry of vibrant oranges and subdued yellows. Not many had come to settle on this world, so distant from the light of the galactic core as it was, and thus the Dark Lord had found a purpose for it. It would serve as the perfect prison for the Jedi trapped in His clutches, and an ironic prison at that.

It had been near three quarters of a century ago when He'd first stepped foot upon Sabarene, and met with the ronin who safeguarded the silver-haired warriors who carved out a life amidst the desert and arid wastes. That same ronin was now His prisoner, made to serve against His will to further the Dark Lord's twisted machinations. If he did not, it would not be he who would suffer; but those he was honor-bound to protect.

"Come with me," He commanded, striding forth from the observation deck with long, purposeful strides. Their ship awaited them, crimson-robed Crownguard flanking the boarding ramp as they approached. As they marched past, the scarlet pair pivoted to dutifully follow their Lords. With a whoosh of ion engines, the ship rose into the air and rushed out into Sabarene's upper atmosphere.

And then down towards the surface.

Alexandra Feanor | Magnus Zambrano | Vandra Zambrano
Manu Xextos | Saki | Pelie besk
Caelan Valoren ​

 

[Manu Xextos]

I clip a sigh before it gets too far, glaring over at the armour clad half-Epicanthix, who clung to my mother with a Sithly vice. Of course, out of all the Zambrano children, Ahani would have that one as her bosom daughter. Who else could buddy up with Raya so well? "I became a Jedi around seven hundred years before your father was even born, little one. So my… our… mother… married him. That doesn't mean I'm one of you."

I measure a new batch of amino acids and corresponding proteins in another simulation, based on DR-3's diagnostic report, incapable of holding back the gurgled sigh at my keeper being… well, more unhinged than a bag of voorpah after inhaling raw spice.

"Are… are you…" Keep it quiet, old man. Don't let the girl rile you up, it never ends well. Focus on the task at hand, healing the sick. Suppose it wasn't too hard to consider, I've been a spear of sunlight in the Malsheem for decades, perpetually on the fringe of her and other Zambrano children's lives. Heck, as a press-ganged member of the medical staff, I attended more than a few births, post-injury reconstructive surgeries. Long-term infections of the soul.

No amount of hatred for the Dark would supercede my belief that every infant needs a chance. More of them might end up 'mistakes' like Raya, natural light siders, or questioning kids.

The more I stare at the treatment simulation, the more I realize… my compassion is my prison. Kaine knew he didn't need unbreakable chains to hold me to a place like this, people were dying. My people, his people, heck, the so-called 'great unwashed'. It was enough. When am I going to stop feeling responsible for the health of my captors, whether the unintentional or not?

"... the family duty. And what do you know of it? Vandra Zambrano …" At the edge of my empathic consciousness, a glint of familiar energy. Someone expansive, a presence I fought beside in battle decades before and for a brief second, I wonder if… no.

Nobody knows I'm here. Alexandra Feanor wouldn't know where to look.

"… you know lobbing someone's limb off then dragging them by the hair into a containment field isn't a stellar way of saying 'join the family', don't you? Kaine and I fought. I gave him a wallop, he gave me a few, when it became overwhelmingly obvious we were a match for each other, wham! Bam, there goes my leg flying off into the sunset. Without the rest of me. That's not the way you tell your wife's son to come home for dinner." The screen flickers with the results of another batch of simulations. My eyebrow raises, this batch has a lot of green. "… a positive? I might have something. DR-3, create a batch of this anti-viral and prep for further testing… besides, your father'd have my Echani assets against the nearest murder pole if I don't find a viable treatment, before one of you succumbs."

An unmistakeable oppression slaps at the atmosphere, chasing the pin-pricks of Light. I stretch and turn away from my captor, trying to make my face neutral, keep steady… but the spears of sunlit bright are growing. A feeling of wellbeing in the city as familiar energy passes by. Justice-laced fervour… behind and above any sensation of goodness I feel is overwhelmed by the duranium weight of an even more familiar sedation.

Zambrano. If he was risking contamination by coming down to the surface…

'Alex?' The longshot of Feanor swooping in almost flips my heart off its axis. Eyes shut, I let my presence in the Force expand, like the ripple of a breeze on tranquil waters. Centuries of meditation within the Living Force guide me, roiling outward at first so hopelessly small, growing like a wave reaching shore.

It's a risk. If I'm wrong, Darth Carnifex isn't going to let my resistance stand. Across the planet, those attuned to the Force will feel this, unless they shut themselves off or dampened their senses ( Saki Caelan Valoren Pelie besk )… All but the Epicanthix, the species immune to mentalist effects, will have access to a swaying call of peace. Of resistance against the brutality of the Other. For the Epicanthix population… honestly I don't know what they feel.

"Nuada…" My saber, if that's what I feel… the crystal I honed over years of cutting down the rot of Dark in a long dead corner of the Galaxy, the same crystal encased with me in my centuries-long confinement. I'd… dare I? 'Alexandra, it's been so long.'

My mental voice aches and I can't help it. Brittle as my hope. I… no. How much of an idiot can I be? One shift in the weather and I'm half-crying for an old compatriot that forgot I exist? Dash the Sith and their mind games. Deep inside I know hope itself is worth whatever punishment meted on my head. If this is fake, it's worth it. The beeps from my simulation jar both eyes open. I swerve to catch sight of Ahani's daughter in the door, of the lab with its droid sentinels.

I rub my eyes and scan the research. "DR-3, 4, stop what you're doing. Synthesize the antiviral from batch 49. As many doses as you're able. Hey, this is going to take a while..." Keep them busy. Keep them working. "Vandra, aren't you bored? Why don't you grab a snack or something? Walk away."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra was cautious given the lack of any real guard presence. She was sure that there would be some wherever Manu was but just as Pelie besk had noted, there seemed to be a distinct lack of that corruption. If there was even a single presence strong enough, she should have noticed it, and if not, what was it that was keeping Manu chained here? He could be in stasis but the way the force flowed between the saber and its own, she highly doubted that considering the strength of the bond still. Perhaps it was something keeping him unable to act?

She didn't doubt that Carnifex could have come up with something that would do such a thing, but she had become quite good at noticing that kind of hindrance. Especially when the saber of Manu was left relatively easy to seize and acquire.

Perhaps he simply did not wish to leave?

If that was the case, were Saki and Caelan Valoren going to find themselves any help in this matter?

She would give another nod when Pelie pointed out the Hospital.

"We should atleast check it out. If they are there, or there are even people we need to see tended to, it wont be the purpose for our being here but it will still be good to do for the people here." She would state, reaching up to rub at her throat as she could feel the strain on her voice. The pain that emanated from the unseen wound before she then stopped as she finished leaving the temple grounds.

A breath in, her eyes closed as she reached out over the surface of the world and once more found herself stuck in the flow of the Force. There was something there, someone there, but there was something else.

She would walk with the others while thinking over what it was she had sensed. It was familiar but she couldn't piece it together at first. The individual too far and not yet within the system. But that would change in time as they continued to walk. The distance for the Jedi would not take long to cross, and they were certainly going to be there soon but it was as they got closer that she stopped and looked up.

She would stand there, looking up above the group of Jedi, her eyes narrowing before she closed them once more.

"One moment." She said, halting the others before she released her breath. Slowly her body would come to an absolute stillness, as if she had left her own body to die while her form fell into the flow of the force itself. She remained standing there, nothing changing about her beyond the absolute stillness for the other three Jedi. For Alexandra though, she reached out, high above her, her form tumbling through the force as she Mind Walked. Soon she would find herself standing in the hull of a ship, a ship heading down to where Manu was.

Her eyes staring at the two figures within before she released her hold on the flow of the force and her being shot back into her body. She would stumble a bit and stagger as she had to steady herself, the look on her face not one that looked good.

"Looks like we picked a terrible time... The three of you, prepare for a fight. Turns out we will be dealing with a Dark Lord." She would struggle to get the words out, feeling her chest tightening as the Corruption took the moment to run rampant considering who was getting closer and who she and the others was approaching.

She did not let that keep her still though, instead standing up tall and starting to walk again. They would get to this Hospital soon enough, and she was certain they would not have an easy time achieving their goals now.



( Vandra Zambrano Manu Xextos Darth Carnifex Magnus Zambrano )

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

I clip a sigh before it gets too far, glaring over at the armour clad half-Epicanthix, who clung to my mother with a Sithly vice. Of course, out of all the Zambrano children, Ahani would have that one as her bosom daughter. Who else could buddy up with Raya so well? "I became a Jedi around seven hundred years before your father was even born, little one. So my… our… mother… married him. That doesn't mean I'm one of you."

I measure a new batch of amino acids and corresponding proteins in another simulation, based on DR-3's diagnostic report, incapable of holding back the gurgled sigh at my keeper being… well, more unhinged than a bag of voorpah after inhaling raw spice.

"Are… are you…" Keep it quiet, old man. Don't let the girl rile you up, it never ends well. Focus on the task at hand, healing the sick. Suppose it wasn't too hard to consider, I've been a spear of sunlight in the Malsheem for decades, perpetually on the fringe of her and other Zambrano children's lives. Heck, as a press-ganged member of the medical staff, I attended more than a few births, post-injury reconstructive surgeries. Long-term infections of the soul.

No amount of hatred for the Dark would supercede my belief that every infant needs a chance. More of them might end up 'mistakes' like Raya, natural light siders, or questioning kids.

The more I stare at the treatment simulation, the more I realize… my compassion is my prison. Kaine knew he didn't need unbreakable chains to hold me to a place like this, people were dying. My people, his people, heck, the so-called 'great unwashed'. It was enough. When am I going to stop feeling responsible for the health of my captors, whether the unintentional or not?

"... the family duty. And what do you know of it? Vandra Zambrano …" At the edge of my empathic consciousness, a glint of familiar energy. Someone expansive, a presence I fought beside in battle decades before and for a brief second, I wonder if… no.

Nobody knows I'm here. Alexandra Feanor wouldn't know where to look.

"… you know lobbing someone's limb off then dragging them by the hair into a containment field isn't a stellar way of saying 'join the family', don't you? Kaine and I fought. I gave him a wallop, he gave me a few, when it became overwhelmingly obvious we were a match for each other, wham! Bam, there goes my leg flying off into the sunset. Without the rest of me. That's not the way you tell your wife's son to come home for dinner." The screen flickers with the results of another batch of simulations. My eyebrow raises, this batch has a lot of green. "… a positive? I might have something. DR-3, create a batch of this anti-viral and prep for further testing… besides, your father'd have my Echani assets against the nearest murder pole if I don't find a viable treatment, before one of you succumbs."

An unmistakeable oppression slaps at the atmosphere, chasing the pin-pricks of Light. I stretch and turn away from my captor, trying to make my face neutral, keep steady… but the spears of sunlit bright are growing. A feeling of wellbeing in the city as familiar energy passes by. Justice-laced fervour… behind and above any sensation of goodness I feel is overwhelmed by the duranium weight of an even more familiar sedation.

Zambrano. If he was risking contamination by coming down to the surface…

'Alex?' The longshot of Feanor swooping in almost flips my heart off its axis. Eyes shut, I let my presence in the Force expand, like the ripple of a breeze on tranquil waters. Centuries of meditation within the Living Force guide me, roiling outward at first so hopelessly small, growing like a wave reaching shore.

It's a risk. If I'm wrong, Darth Carnifex isn't going to let my resistance stand. Across the planet, those attuned to the Force will feel this, unless they shut themselves off or dampened their senses ( Saki Caelan Valoren Pelie besk )… All but the Epicanthix, the species immune to mentalist effects, will have access to a swaying call of peace. Of resistance against the brutality of the Other. For the Epicanthix population… honestly I don't know what they feel.

"Nuada…" My saber, if that's what I feel… the crystal I honed over years of cutting down the rot of Dark in a long dead corner of the Galaxy, the same crystal encased with me in my centuries-long confinement. I'd… dare I? 'Alexandra, it's been so long.'

My mental voice aches and I can't help it. Brittle as my hope. I… no. How much of an idiot can I be? One shift in the weather and I'm half-crying for an old compatriot that forgot I exist? Dash the Sith and their mind games. Deep inside I know hope itself is worth whatever punishment meted on my head. If this is fake, it's worth it. The beeps from my simulation jar both eyes open. I swerve to catch sight of Ahani's daughter in the door, of the lab with its droid sentinels.

I rub my eyes and scan the research. "DR-3, 4, stop what you're doing. Synthesize the antiviral from batch 49. As many doses as you're able. Hey, this is going to take a while..." Keep them busy. Keep them working. "Vandra, aren't you bored? Why don't you grab a snack or something? Walk away."

She pushed herself off the wall she was leaning against as Manu Xextos explained his story. He went against father and managed to exchange blows with him equally?, She only knew of a rare few who were capable of such feats as she was about to respond to his comments and attempt to have her leave she immediately was at attention with glee as she felt two familiar presences, one of Magnus Zambrano and the other which was what drove her with more glee and excitement was of Darth Carnifex himself was here to probably check on Manu's progress, she let out a rather insane filled giggle before she spoke to Manu.


If you think I am leaving you unattended especially now that Father has arrived then perhaps after your done with your work Father needs to remind you again, The only way I am leaving is if Father himself tells me.

Well...that or her mother can order her around but she is not going to openly admit that as of yet, for now she was extra vigilant wanting to make a good impression when her Father shows up as she listened to Manu's findings, it sounded like he may have finally found a cure for this virus, Good extra good news for her father to hear..and herself for risk of this virus affecting her is now hopefully in the past.


Alexandra Feanor Pelie besk Caelan Valoren Saki

 

[Caelan Valoren]

He went into every situation completely prepared for what he might find upon arrival, at least from a mental state. Never knowing, and understanding you could never know, was a state of certainty, one that brought a level of calm to those who understood it. Caelan had long since learned to be calm, even when things were not going the way that they should be. Even while on an enemy world, knowing full well that the might of the Sith could come crashing down upon them, he did not feel fear or worry, just a sense of calm and duty.

Thus, when Alex mentioned that they were going to have trouble with a Sith Lord, it did not phase him. It wouldn't be the first time he dealt with one, nor would it be the last. The Force did not have his death in store for him just yet, of that he was certain. Such a time would not come until his kids were grown to the point they could fend for themselves. Not unless the Force lied, which he did not know it to do without outside manipulation.

"If the Force wills it, then we will prevail regardless of who is set against us," he said to those around him. "Do not let fear sway you from the task at hand."

He had no doubt they were in for a touch situation, but other than his lightsaber being in his hand, he didn't seem all that affected by it. No, he merely followed along after Alex, allowing her to lead them towards her lost love, the one held by the Sith.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Alexandra Feanor | Pelie besk | Saki | Manu Xextos | Darth Carnifex | Vandra Zambrano | Magnus Zambrano ​