Campaign Spit Out the Rinds | Ord Providence (GA and Allies)

[Aron Brood]

"I don't know," Inanna replied. "If it were possible, clearly we failed to do so. It's harder to convince someone to change their beliefs than it is to correct misinformation."

"Maybe if we had more time," he replied, but his words were flat and unconvincing. If the parents couldn't even be appealed to on the basis of their child's safety, it was unlikely anything short of divine intervention would change their minds. "Feels less like a belief and more like a disease," he added. But maybe he just wanted to believe that, because diseases could be cured. Most, anyway.

"I think she may be a Senator." Inanna followed galactic politics enough to recognize certain key political figures. Valette was one of the ones who stood out, mostly due to her outspokenness. "I wouldn't be surprised if she does own it."

A Senator, of course. Aron wrinkled his nose like he got a whiff of something nasty. Despite his general disdain for the profession, the fiery Godoan woman had earned some respect. "At least she's here with her people and not sitting on her ass in a Fondorian penthouse."

Thanks to Aron's stature—and a liberal use of elbows—they boarded the transport without hassle, though the place was so packed he felt like a canned sardine. Squeezing through the crowd, Aron found an open spot and set the parents' unconscious bodies down. "You might want to restrain them, temporarily at least, " he advised a nearby Alliance personnel member. "They're probably going to be pissed when they wake up."

He turned back to Inanna.

"I have a few of my own," she said with a little smile. "My two youngest are grown now, but I remember what they were like at this age. I hoped Godoan babies were at least a little bit similar, and it looks like I was right."

"Moms tend to be right," he said light-heartedly. "Me, on the other hand? I owe you an apology. I'm sorry I accused you of being a, uh, kidnapper. You didn't deserve that."

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"Feels less like a belief and more like a disease."

Inanna sighed. "I'm not going to judge their beliefs. Only that they tried to drag their child into the mix." There was a line where her tolerance ended, and it had been crossed.

"At least she's here with her people and not sitting on her ass in a Fondorian penthouse."

Inanna didn't comment on that sentiment. She still wasn't sure whether Valette's presence had helped or hindered them overall, and a politician who was too involved with their people was just as bad as one who neglected them.

Aron advised the GA personnel aboard the transport to restrain the parents. Inanna privately noted that she already felt far less discomfort about their treatment, now that she had justified it on the grounds of their having endangered their kid.

"I owe you an apology. I'm sorry I accused you of being a, uh, kidnapper. You didn't deserve that."

She blinked golden eyes beneath the washed out lighting of the cramped transport, then nodded. "Apology accepted.

"Are you with the NJO? I'm with the Vonnuvi Enclave." He seemed a decent Jedi. Might as well find out if they would be seeing more of each other in the future.

Aron Brood​

 

[Aron Brood]

"I'm not going to judge their beliefs. Only that they tried to drag their child into the mix."

Aron rarely met a hill he wasn't willing to die on. "If their beliefs justify letting their innocent child die, then I think their beliefs deserve to be judged."

"Are you with the NJO? I'm with the Vonnuvi Enclave."

"Ithorian herdship, right?" Aron always had a soft spot for those twin-mouthed throat GOATs. "I was with the NJO, but I'm not sure I believe in the Alliance anymore." The irony of saying that on a GA transport ship wasn't lost on him, but it didn't phase him either.

Inanna Harth​

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Padawan Robes, Tunic
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble

A flush of warmth and light came over Eve when Valery mentioned babysitting. The thought of seeing little Eryx and Yvaine again made her heart swell. A small grin started to form on her face, but before she could say anything, the energy about the place suddenly shifted.

Her vision honed in on the trio as they muscled their way to the front of the line. The big one glared over his considerably smaller, louder companion, his dark eyes locking with hers. Eve shrank, hands suddenly clammy and clutching at one another.

"U-Um— Sorry, sirs, you'll have to wait your turn like everyone else..."

Her voice was feeble compared to the condescending laugh that came from the loud one. He looked her up and down.

"This is what Jedi are? What a joke. Give us."

His words cut like broken glass, pulling any sense of confidence she was able to hold right from under her. But as the man placed his hands on both sides of the crate, Eve instinctively did the same. The two engaged in the briefest exchange as they tried to pull it back and forth from one another. She was shaking, her grip barely managing to hold on.

Then the back of his hand came swinging towards her.

A flash of white, and then her whole face stung, sharp pain rippling from her raw cheek outward towards the rest of her face. A squeal escaped her, the crate dropping from its slight elevation back onto the ground again, as shaky hands reached for her cheek. The sting caused her eyes to immediately begin welling up, and any solutions she may have had stored away disappeared in an instant, as the pure shock of the moment caused her mind to go blank.

 

[Inanna Harth]

"If their beliefs justify letting their innocent child die, then I think their beliefs deserve to be judged."

Inanna let the subject drop, uninterested in arguing over the subject. They could think and feel about it all they wanted, but what's done was done.

"Ithorian herdship, right?"

"Yes." She smiled at his apparent admiration. "My husband is the Chief Artificer. I'm just a regular Knight, nothing special."

"I was with the NJO, but I'm not sure I believe in the Alliance anymore."

The irony wasn't lost on her. "What are you doing here, then?" she asked.

Aron Brood​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

For a moment, Valery didn't move.

She stood where she was, her arms still loosely at her sides, watching as Everest tried to handle the situation on her own. She could hear the slight tremor in her Padawan's voice, saw the way she shrank under the man's gaze — but she also saw the way she held her ground. The way she tried.

Valery let it play out. Let Everest make her stand. Let the man laugh, let the tension rise — until he raised his hand. The crack of the slap echoed through the air. Valery's gaze darkened. Before the man even had a chance to register what he had done, before his arrogant sneer could settle, the Force surged.

A sudden, unseen pressure slammed into him, lifting him clean off his feet. He flew backward, crashing against the duracrete with a heavy, winded grunt. The air in the line shifted, hushed gasps filling the silence as eyes darted between Valery and the man now sprawled on the ground.

She exhaled through her nose. Slowly. Controlled. Measured. Then she took a step forward. Her gaze flicked between the other two men, the ones who had been so quick to throw their weight around.

"Never put your hands on someone like this again." She let that settle, then turned, stepping closer to Everest. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice softer now, but still edged with something firm. Something protective.

Everest Vale​

 

[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: Ord Providence
Tags: Vera Noble | Drystan Creed
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
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He was getting slightly too used to jumping from high places.

First he'd jumped from Vera Noble 's window in the Jedi Temple on Courscant and had hurt his knee doing now and now he was about to follow Drystan Creed off of the top of building. He'd stepped off like it was nothing, like it was something he did on the daily.

"Do all Jedi have death wishes?" he asked Vera with a smirk. "This jumping from buildings is becoming much too common for my liking" he commented, looking over the edge. He watched as Drystan caught hold of a vent like it was nothing and slipped in like it was nothing.

"Well, guess I can't put it off any longer" he acknowleged before he too stepped off and followed the Jedi Shadow down. The wind instantly smacked him in the face as he began his descent in free fall, straight down towards the vent which Drystan had found.

His fingers closed around the vent just as he began to pass it, slowing his momentum instantly. Pain instantly radiated throughout his arm and shoulder and he genuinely wonder for a few moments if he'd done some serious damage. It was something he couldn't do anything about until he wasn't dangling however.

Kaelos pulled himself up into the vent with a gasp and rolled his shoulder. It hurt, but he didn't think he'd done any serious damage and the pain was already subsiding. "Well that sucked" he acknowleged quietly with a slight smirk.

He watched Vera join them and cracked a smile. "Lead the way, Shadow"

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Padawan Robes, Tunic
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble

It was over in a flash. Eve watched in awe as the one who struck her went flying past the crowd and slamming into the ground. Valery barely moved, barely made a sound, barely made any indication whatsoever, and yet the man was flung effortlessly through the air. His two sidekicks – even the big one – made the wise choice to back down, picking him up off the ground and making some healthy distance between themselves and the two Jedi.

Eve's palm was resting on her cheek, rubbing gently in circular motions where the hand had made contact. The strict had left a small pink mark on her and dull ache that had spread across her whole face. For a moment, she could feel the eyes of the crowd all locked on her, but the energy had shifted again once Master Noble stepped in. Her voice came gentle and caring to Eve whilst she blinked away the tears so they couldn't win. She nodded.

"Mhm... Thank you, Master," she said quietly, a sense of guilt hanging over her. Maybe she could have done more to prevent that from happening in the first place. At the very least, it seemed to concern the others. "Sorry..." she managed to say needlessly, unable to properly accept that she wasn't to blame at all for the incident.

Silver eyes flitted to the crowd, who had started to reorganise back into their lines without much direction. Taking in a sharp breath, she reached down to the crate again and pulled out several masks, ushering a family of three closest to come forward.

"Can't believe he did that," said the young man. Beside him was a woman holding a baby. "Well done for trying to stop him, though, Miss." Eve didn't say anything about it, instead handing them three masks. She looked down to the baby nestled in her mother's arms, fading in and out of sleep. Eve's voice came shakily, but as she spoke she found her steadiness again.

"T-Take care of your little one. She's very cute."

"Thank you, we will. You take care too," said the mother as they moved on, her eyes warm.

Eve exhaled, lost in thought for a moment, as the weight of the situation suddenly felt heavier. She clutched the side of the crate to keep herself steady.

How many more would have to suffer through this?

 

[Aron Brood]

"Yes." She smiled at his apparent admiration. "My husband is the Chief Artificer. I'm just a regular Knight, nothing special."

"How is Vonnuvi?" he asked, intrigued. Since leaving Coruscant, Aron's living situation was iffy, so he was understandably curious.

"What are you doing here, then?"

Fair question. "I'm not here for the Alliance," he said simply. "I'm here for the same reason you are: to help the Godoans."

Inanna Harth​

 

[Braze]

Ord Providence, Objective 2
Tags: Braze

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"I... appreciate that, Braze," she said with a weary smile. "I-I'm sure that-"

And then the elevator lurched. It slowed down... then stopped entirely, right at around the 26th floor. The emergency sequence triggered, forcing the elevator to open abruptly open. They could step out, but the elevator had notably stopped a little lower than it should have. It had locked up, the internal systems clearly indicating that functionality was no longer safe to proceed as normal. The padawan stepped out, letting out a breath as she calmed her nerves.

"Weird..." she muttered. "I wonder why it decided to stop..."

The wave of cold followed, potent and dark. Loomi would be unsure of the origins, but Braze would be able to tell what the source was immediately: the Tower of the Mighty, the collapsed headquarters for the Godoan Military where Lord Kalrath had made his presence known.

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Deep below the New Temple of the Goddess, the spirit of the ancient Sith festered. Bested by a Kai'el again, the recurring curse that filled him with hatred, a malice that kept him grounded to the realm of the living. Even as he felt his essence being recalled to his true form, away from his deceased puppet, he let his hatred spill forth like a fountain, contaminating the area around him. The darkside Nexus below the temple only spread his hatred. Yet this sensation didn't last, as Kalrath's soul would be whisked away...

After a moment of stillness, the dead in the Tower of the Mighty began to crawl. Flesh was discarded, and machine was all that remained.

Drystan Creed , Kaelos Vryn , Vera Noble , Shan , Katherine Holt , Dean Walker , Deson Sanei​

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"Freeze!"

A small squadron of soldiers filed out into the hall, blasters raised at Loomi and Braze. It seemed that their moment of calm was already over. The Godoan padawan quickly wove a shield for the two to take cover behind, preparing for their plan to storm the hallway...

TAGS: Loomi

Braze almost stumbled as the elevator lurched, his footing faltering for half a step as warning systems blared to life. A deep, uneasy sensation twisted in his gut, washing over him like a tidal wave. He stepped out, following Loomi, but the moment his boots hit solid ground, his green eyes went wide with alarm.

Panic surged through him as he felt the presence. Without hesitation, he steeled him self and ignited his blades, their glow cutting through the dim surroundings. "Stay close," he ordered, his voice firm. With a flicker of energy, his shield ignited, and he took point, bracing for whatever lay ahead.

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[Inanna Harth]

"How is the Vonnuvi?"

"Peaceful. Lots of biodomes. The air is clear, which was significant when we found out our daughter has asthma. Sometimes I long for a garden world, a jungle like where I grew up, or even a grimy, gritty cityscape, but it's safer than the average planet. Can't easily invade a mobile space station."

There was also the fact that the leader of the Vonnuvi Jedi Enclave was none other than Amani Serys , wife of the Chancellor and a member of the Jedi Council. Inanna didn't mention it, mostly since he had already established that he disliked both the GA and the NJO, though she didn't know why or to what extent yet.

"I'm not here for the Alliance. I'm here for the same reason you are: to help the Godoans."

Well, she couldn't fault him for that. But his answer didn't shed much light on why he had left the NJO. "The Alliance and the Order have their problems," she agreed. "But what specifically drove you away?"

Aron Brood​

 

[Loomi]

Ord Providence, Objective 2
Tags: Braze

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Loomi nodded, stepping close to Braze and readying her blade.

Yet rather than a fierce battle, a burst of energy threw the soldiers into the wall, knocking the small squadron out cold. Loomi could really only stand there in a daze. It seemed that the individual who had done it was around the corner, just down the hall.

"Uh... h-hello?" the Godoan called out.

"P-please don't come around the corner!" a mature, feminine voice responded. "I-I will do so myself in a moment, but I'm afraid I need to work myself up to it. I-I've been in ritual isolation for a very long time, you must understand. I just... need a moment to come to terms with my faith is all. If you'd be dears and be patient for a moment, please..."

The padawan went quiet, throwing her shield over her back and putting her weapon away. Her mind drifted momentarily to Braze. That fleeting sensation of darkness had brought out an intensity in him. No doubt it was in relation to the last time he had been here... the day Jasper was taken. Loomi didn't linger on the matter. If there was any place for her to try to help Braze it was in private, where he could be comfortable. The Godoan sheathed her sword and tucked her hands in front of herself, standing in silence before the voice spoke again.

"A-alright! I'm ready."

The woman who emerged was perhaps only a little taller than Loomi herself, dressed in modest but classy robes that expressed rather clearly her upbringing. Her wings were a rather striking minty hue, taking a shape that she was all too familiar with. Loomi was frozen for a moment. This was it, the moment she wasn't sure if she was anticipating with joy or dread. What did she even say? She had forgotten everything Braze suggested she do.

"You..." Lunaria began, her voice faltering. "You're here..."

"I-I... yeah..?"

It took only a few seconds for Loomi to find herself in an embrace. It was tight, even considering the elder's delicate nature. There was a desperation in it's quality, the kind one might expect from someone expecting to lose something they were dearly fond of. Loomi, for her part, was stunned. Paralyzed, even. She simply couldn't find anything to say. Lunaria pulled back, cupping her cheeks.

"A-and you're all grown..." the elder muttered, her eyes becoming misty. "A... a beautiful young woman... I-I should have never let you leave my sight. I-If I had only been more attentive, m-maybe..." She paused, running her thumb over the padawan's scars. "I've failed you more than I've failed anyone in my life... You must be embarrassed to see how truly pathetic I am-"

"Please," Loomi cut in. "I-I don't... I don't care. I need this."

The young woman glanced up, the water streaming down her cheeks now fully visible.

"I need this more than I've needed anything in my whole life," she stated. "Just stand here with me..."

There was no rebuttal. No argument. No debate. Lunaria only needed to say one word.

"...Okay."

And with that, she was whole again. The whole in her life that had been taken from her so long ago now was back in her arms, the very thing she was willing to sacrifice her status for. Sleepless, joyless nights. The unfulfilling dread of service to an entity she knew was actively tearing her life apart, all because she was certain she had nothing left.

All of that was gone in an instant, replaced only by a renewed reason to live.

"Oh dear, I've gone and sobbed all over your nice cloak," Lunaria laughed after a good moment of silence, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry for causing a scene in front of your friend..."

"N-no, it's okay," Loomi assured, drawing back. "I-It's really not that bad..."

"Right," the elder nodded, recomposing herself. "Do you have a communicator?"

Loomi nodded, drawing her comm device and handing it to her mother, making sure to set it to an open channel. Lunaria took the device into her grasp before speaking into it.

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<Greetings... Galactic Alliance. My name is Lunaria Atelle... I was of the Elder Council of Ord Providence... but have chosen to break my ritual isolation to speak with you. The Elders have crossed a boundary one should not... When Ord Providence was founded, a system called Contingency was prepared to... clense the planet, should it ever seem as though our society would fall. This is not right... b-but we didn't... nobody thought it would ever be used. I couldn't deter the council from their decision, and worse yet the process is irreversable. There is, however, still a way to save lives. Something that can ferry the people of Ord Providence to safety. Below the capital city, Provinia, lies a space station. It was the very vessel that carried our ancestors to this place, and it became the foundation of the first dome. The station was closed from entry for belief that it became a holy site, but now it stands as the only path to safety. In light of my... recent act of mutiny, the military within the Tower of the High have been actively hunting me, preventing me from reaching the top floor. The station must be activated from the terminal there, and I am the only willing party with the clearance to do so. Please... I ask you lend me your strength. The fate of my planet depends upon it.>

Shan , Katherine Holt , Kaelos Vryn , Vera Noble , Drystan Creed , Dean Walker , DEVILMAN

New Objective 1: Grease Fire
Tags: Valery Noble , Everest Vale , Aris Noble , Reina Daival , Inanna Harth , Aron Brood, Others...​

Intelligence has just confirmed the presence of a large space station beneath the capital dome of Ord Providence. All those in proximity on the ground have been asked to assist in speeding up the evacuation of this primary zone, as it seems highly probably it will be rising up from the center of the structure. It is estimated that this station can support much of the remaining civilians aboard, making securing it a top priority...

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Lunaria somberly returned the communicator before turning her gaze to the two Jedi, mustering up a look of determination.

"Come now, little warriors. We must make haste."

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Loomi

Braze remained quiet, watching them awkwardly. His gaze shifted to the unconscious soldiers, their bodies sprawled across the floor. With a flick of his hand, he reached out through the Force, lifting their weapons and twisting them beyond use before letting them clatter uselessly to the ground. Satisfied, he gave a slight nod and moved to take point, ready to cut down anyone who stood in their way.

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery didn't push. She didn't tell Everest that there was nothing to apologize for. That she had done everything she could. That she had tried. Because she knew her Padawan wouldn't believe it right now, no matter how many times she said it.

So instead, she just stayed beside her, offering a steady presence while Everest found her footing again. She watched as the younger woman took a slow breath, her hands still trembling slightly as she handed out more masks. Watched as she steadied herself, as she focused on something outside of what had just happened.

Valery exhaled through her nose, something fond flickering in her expression. She was proud of her. But before they could continue, the comms crackled to life. A voice, weary but urgent. Lunaria Atelle was on the other side of the line, calling out to anybody able to offer assistance.

The more Valery listened, the tighter her jaw set.

A planetary purge. A failsafe locked into motion, irreversible, condemning millions to death. The only salvation? A buried space station beneath the capital — a vessel from ages past, sealed away by faith, now their last chance at survival. Valery's gaze flicked toward Everest. The younger woman was still clutching the side of the crate, the weight of everything sinking in. Valery didn't let hesitation take root.

"We don't have time to dwell," she said, her voice firm. "We move. Now."

Everest Vale​

 

[Aron Brood]

"Sounds lovely. Maybe I owe the Vonnuvi a visit," he said. "If they welcome visitors like me, anyway."

Comically or tragically, he was ignorant of the enclave's leader. Without thinking about it too much, he presumed it was an apolitical Ithorian shepherd. As for the enclave's relationship to the NJO? Well, it existed on an Ithorian-led, mobile space station so he figured it was more independent than not, just based on logistics alone.

As they conversed, Aron helped pass out food, medicine, and blankets to the transport's occupants. "Speaking of where you grew up. You mentioned your homeworld before. Where are you from?"

"The Alliance and the Order have their problems," she agreed. "But what specifically drove you away?"

"What drove me away is how the NJO's allegiance to the Alliance keeps their hands tied. They're left to clean up messes..." he gestured around him, though there were plenty of examples littering the HoloNet lately—the Hapan Crisis chief among them, "rather than prevent them. I'd like to be part of a movement that wants to change that for the better."

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"Sounds lovely. Maybe I owe the Vonnuvi a visit. If they welcome visitors like me, anyway."

"I don't see why they wouldn't." Still balancing the kid on her hip with one arm, she helped with passing out supplies to the other passengers. They expressed gratitude almost mechanically; the overall atmosphere aboard the transport was filled with the shock and sorrow of people forced to leave their homes.

"Speaking of where you grew up. You mentioned your homeworld before. Where are you from?"

"Lao-mon," she answered. "I'm a Shi'ido. A shapeshifter."

"What drove me away is how the NJO's allegiance to the Alliance keeps their hands tied. They're left to clean up messes... rather than prevent them. I'd like to be part of a movement that wants to change that for the better."

This movement sounded more like a nebulous idea than something concrete. Still, it piqued her curiosity. "Is there a particular 'movement' out there which fits that description?" she asked.

Aron Brood​

 

[Aron Brood]

"I don't see why they wouldn't."

Aron shrugged, smiling briefly. "Probably wouldn't hurt if someone put in a good word for me."

"Lao-mon," she answered. "I'm a Shi'ido. A shapeshifter."

"Oh, wow," he responded. Aron knew little about Lao-mom; he'd never met a Shi'ido before, nor any kind of shapeshifter as far as he knew. If he had, they hadn't made it known what they were. Curiosity tickled his brain, but Inanna probably wasn't interested in playing twenty questions.

"What happened to Lao-mon?" he asked, choosing to stay on topic.

"Is there a particular 'movement' out there which fits that description?"

After fishing around in his pockets, Aron retrieved a pamphlet. "Here," he said, passing it to her. The movement in question could be frustratingly vague and he was hardly the best spokesperson. Better for Inanna to read it herself and glean whatever insights she could. Since her hands were full, he held his empty hand out so that he could take whatever supplies she was holding.

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"I'll be sure to mention you," she said.

"What happened to Lao-mon?"

"It was occupied by the Mawites for a time," she replied. "They stripped the planet for resources, enslaved the wildlife, and committed genocide against us. But we survived and outlasted them. I help when I can with the restoration efforts, though it is slow-going and... complicated."

To her surprise, Aron pulled out a pamphlet and handed it to her in exchange for the supplies current in her free hand. Inanna gave it a once-over, noting the golden symbol on the front. "The Foundation," she muttered the name of the organization, brow furrowing. "I have heard of them. But I thought they were in league with the Royal Naboo Republic." She met his gaze, wondering what he saw in them.

Aron Brood​

 

[Aron Brood]

"Shit." Aron grimaced. Too young to be of much use during the height of the Mawites, he'd never experienced their brutality firsthand, but like everyone, he knew they'd left their mark on the galaxy with blood, chains, and fire. In some places, the wounds they left behind were still bleeding. "Why complicated?"

Aron's gaze darted away almost immediately, his discomfort palpable. "They are," he confirmed. "Why a grassroots movement that espouses decentralization, economic justice, and fair resource distribution ties themselves to a monarchy is beyond me, but... I don't know. The Foundation's message is right." He saw that last part as undoubtedly true, at least.

Inanna Harth

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Ord Providence, New House of the Goddess (Rooftop near Tower of the High)
Objective 2
Tags: Dean Walker​

The Valkyrie let out a chuckle at Dean’s words, the man was a charmer that was for sure. She looked him up and down for a moment, stepping back in mock defense at the idea of dropping him.

“I would never, it would break some poor girl’s heart to ruin that handsome face of yours.”

All joking aside, Katherine looked across the expanse between the roofs for any patrolling guards. There was at least one, walking around the perimeter at the tower’s base. She waited, watching and timing how long it took for their route.

“Okay, we’ve got a limited window to get over and up along the tower.” Katherine walked over to Dean, motioning him to stand up. “Have you gun ready just in case, we might need to incapacitate the guard if they hear us land.”

With that said, Katherine wrapped her arms around Dean, holding him securely so his back was against her body. Stretching out her wings once more, the redhead launched them up into the air, just high enough to enter a glide as they descended towards the opposite rooftop.

But once they landed Katherine didn’t give themselves much time. Just enough for Dean to look around for the guard, before she resecured her hold around his waist. “You might want to brace yourself for this one.”

Katherine took a deep breath, calling the Force to her feet as she prepared to enhance her jump. She flapped her wings once more, which with assistance of the Force, sent the pair accelerating up the side of the tower incredibly fast.