Public Stumble to Refuge | Refuge, Village of Respite (Jedi and Allies)

[Jasper Kai'el]

Stumble to Refuge
Refuge
Tags: Corazona von Ascania , Casaana , Braze , Kitter Bitters , Alwine Bergen , Isobel Serraris , Lossa Aureus , Durak'Tur , Jonyna Si , Aiden Porte , OPEN (Request Entry Here, includes context)

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Order of Outcasts
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It felt good to be on the Dawnbreaker again. It was a well aged vessel these days, with a suitable replacement made a good year or so ago now. That left it back in Jasper's hands, and he was eager to put it to good use. An old bird, perhaps, but it was ready to help more lives...

Just like he had always intended. Just what chancellor Alicio Organa had funded in his senatorial days. Just what he had dedicated to his dearest fiends.

As he had requested, ships had arrived to meet him where the encryption in his transmission had indicated. He had been careful to ensure that only friendly forces received it. What was left of the Galactic Alliance, wayward Jedi with old order channels still open, and a blossoming new High Republic, born from the democratic state of Naboo. Jasper was a man who had always worked to do more with less. He made the Shield Core work with the little funding he had received and his own will to see as much reach the needy as it could. He hadn't expected much. The turnout was just enough to remind him of the good that lay in the hearts of all organic beings. It spoke to the capability of growth in the face of destruction.

And they all would need to grow it the coming days.

<Dawnbreaker to... I suppose I'll call you all friends. I'll keep it brief, but I want to thank you for heeding my call. Your vessels will need to follow closely in order to arrive at our destination safely. Refuge is located near an astronomical object called ZX-44A. It is a small black hole local to it's system, and is difficult to navigate around if you don't have the proper instruments to track it's seasonal movements. We will guide you through. From there we have much work to do on the ground. I... received word about Atrisia. You all must be beat to hell after all that. I appreciate y'all burnin' bright just a little longer.>

The Dawnbreaker proceeded to transmit navigational data to all other vessels, then turned to guide them on the next leg of their journey....

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OBJECTIVE I | Supply and Demand

An influx of refugees have come in from the Core, seeking asylum. Lead by senator Lander Stalwart of Sacorria, civilian vessels escaped from the agrarian world just as it fell to the grasp of the Galactic Empire. Many had previously escaped the various worlds attacked by the dark superpower, primarily Coruscant and Tython. Now their vessels are scattered about the artificial ring world of the Hycean planet of Refuge. Many have congregated at a village called Respite, overseen by a small coalition of Jedi taking on the old title of those they seek to follow the teachings of: Outcasts. As supplies from charitable allies from across the galaxy are shuttled in to meet the growing demands of the influx of refugees, volunteers must move quickly to both distribute supplies and store away non-parishables for later rationing.

Locations:

• Temporary Housing Units: These structures lay on the outskirts of the village and are widely temporary, constructed from what good scaffolding and tent tarps could be mustered. This is where the majority of goods are being distributed to the refugee population. Here many are anxiously awaiting more permanent housing, mourning those they have lost and conflicted about their futures. Assume a warm smile and meet them where they are at.

• B'omarr Quarter: A collection of B'omarr structures at the North end of the village. These structures are several hundred years old, established by B'omarr refugees that still dwell within. The B'omarr tolerate others who choose to take up residence within their towers. In collaboration with local Jedi, the B'omarr have opened up their storehouses to those bringing supplies for the needy, no longer needing these spaces themselves. Volunteers that are not put off by brains in vaats attached to spider-like droids are asked to assist the relocation of materials here.

OBJECTIVE II | What Remains Unaddressed

As civilians fled the chaos of the Galactic Empire's rapid conquest, many did so with injuries that could only be handled in a temporary capacity. Many still have lingering wounds and pains they gathered as they fled. Jedi Knight and healer Jalen Kai'el alongside the village's local Jedi Healer, Master Kolgara, have transformed the Respite Jedi Temple into a temporary hospital, seeking to address as many injuries as they can in a more permanent manner. Those who can stomach the sight of the sick and wounded or have an inclanation to the arts of healing are asked to bring their talents here.

O II Side Objective: Many are uncertain where the future will go. Refugees, soldiers, statesman, Jedi... nobody can be certain. A chamber has been set aside in the Temple for those who wish to step back for a moment and ask these important questions in community with others.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el
Dawn of Hope​

<Dawnbreaker Two to Dawnbreaker One. Happy to see the old bird. From one Sentinel to another, leads us in Jasper.> Jonyna spoke into the mic, looking to her naval officer. "Zoro, stand by. Master Kai'el will be giving us data to lead us in."

The Dawn of Hope had been a ghost the last few months. Outside of local sightings within Wild Space, Jonyna had kept it quiet. Helping planets on an individual basis, and smaller groups of ships striking at pirates and slavers. The WSR had kept to themselves, knowing what was coming.

The Fall of the Alliance.

For nearly 5 years, Jonyna had worried the day would come. The death of a government and safety net she had long worried would collapse. She knew it couldn't last forever, but part of her wished it would.

And of course, it was the Empire that rose in it's place. The cockroach of the galaxy, Imperials were her nemesis.

One day she would build up an army to hit them back. One day.

For now though, she hid in the shadows, helping who she could. Doing what she always had as a rebel. Strike fast, help your friends, and get out with only minor wounds.

Today, she had brought the whole she-bang. The Alliance may be falling, but her trust in Jasper could never. One of her few friends still around, still doing what he had taught and passed on to her.

She no longer had the backing of an endless money pit, no longer had the security of an army with more soldiers than one could count, and no end of industrial capacity, but she still had planets willing to offer her support. Still had Si Tech's facilities, hidden away. No longer were they making war machines that could rival the Empire's by the billions, instead split between producing whatever the planets of Wild Space might need.

But today? They came with building materials, food, blankets, water. Anything a a place like Refuge might need. Two massive freighters, waiting for the call to unload, while the rest of the fleet carried men willing to rebuild a city.

All she needed was Jasper's word.

 

[Alwine Bergen]

Objective I, Temporary Housing Units
Tags: Open

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"Aethelwulf, Wulfric!" Alwine bellowed to her children, the loud sound so rare when it came from the tiny 5"0 woman, "Xuat lul ichl feir!" . A few yards ahead, a young teenage girl and her prepubescent brother looked back at their mother and giggled before dashing away. Alwine rolled her eyes. She had promised them more opportunities off their home planet, but those two had more energy than any other child she had ever come across, and her eldest loved getting her more shy and reserved brother into trouble along with her at every possible opportunity.

The makeshift lanes of the housing units stretched ahead of them with rows of canvas and scaffold, patched in a dozen mismatched colours, flapping softly in the planet's humid wind. The air smelled of metal and sweat, and most importantly, the smell of borrowed hope. It was a scent she knew well, having personally been involved with many of the refugees during her days with the Agents of Chaos. It brought a small smile to her usually serious face.

Alwine adjusted the strap of the satchel slung across her shoulder, the weight of ration packets pulling against her hip. The Dawnbreaker's crew had called for volunteers, and she had been quick to answer, dragging her children along. It felt right, perhaps even normal, to be among people again, to have work to do with her hands.

She caught sight of her daughter Aethelwulf weaving between a pair of refugees carrying crates, her pale hair glinting in the sunlight. Her son Wulfric followed, slower, his attention caught by a child dragging a battered toy speeder across the dirt. Alwine's instinct was to call out again, but she bit her tongue. Let them run. Let them laugh while there was still laughter left to find.

Nearby, a man knelt to fix a broken generator, cursing softly beneath his breath. A woman cried quietly inside one of the tents, the sound muffled by the wind. All around her, lives were beginning again, even if unevenly, uncertainly, but beginning nonetheless.

Alwine breathed in, slow and steady. She had seen cities burn, causes crumble, faith turned to ash. Yet here, among the tarps and weary faces, she felt the faint pulse of something she hadn't in years. Not hope, exactly, but the will to keep going.

She crouched to adjust a loose corner of canvas, fingers tracing the frayed seam before tying it back down. Someone had done their best, but not well enough. Alwine secured the knot, then rose and brushed the dirt from her palms. If this was where rebuilding began, she would see it done properly.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Leos
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Braze wanted to lend a hand, and this felt like the right place to start. More than that, he wanted Leos to see firsthand the kind of work Jedi usually found themselves tangled in. It'd be a good lesson for his student, and maybe help him understand what the war in the Core was really turning out to be like.

They'd taken the Mud Duck from Veridia, bringing along various supplies to drop off. After leaving the ship in his crew's hands to oversee the unloading, Braze led Leos into the temple. He watched his student closely as they stepped inside, his own gaze sweeping over the chamber and the heavy current of pain and turmoil that lingered there.

"We can check in and find somewhere to start helping," Braze said quietly. "I'll guide you through. I hope you got your rest last night."

He wanted to find Jalen Kai'el , but that could wait. People here needed help first... and that, he decided, mattered far more.

The air inside the temple was thick with the mingled scents of antiseptic and incense. The grand hall had been transformed into a makeshift field hospital where cots lined every corridor, repurposed altars stood stacked with medical supplies, and the soft hum of repulsor stretchers filled the backdrop among the murmured prayers and hushed cries.

This was once where there had been silence for meditation, now there was whispers of pain and gratitude, the quiet sob of a child, the steady voice of a healer offering comfort. Droids glided through the aisles, their metal hands carrying bandages and nutrient packs, while Jedi healers bent over the wounded with focus. The Force itself seemed heavier here however...thick with suffering, but also threaded with the faint sentiment of hope, as if the temple itself refused to surrender its purpose in these trying times of need.

An older civilian sat silently with a ration tin in his lap. He wasn't trying to eat from it presently. Instead... In his trembling, bandaged hand, he held something small... a child's toy starfighter, bent and dulled by fire. He turned it slowly between his fingers, eyes distant. When he noticed Braze watching, he offered a faint, apologetic smile and said quietly, "It used to make a sound when you pressed the wings."