The Black Garden | CIS Dominion of Tyra'Weilen

[Kiff Brayde]

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TAG: [member="Layla Solari"] | [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] | [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Cypher Raige"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Ephraim"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] |[member="Vytal Noctura"]​

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Whatever [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] and the Mandragora [member="Vytal Noctura"] were doing with their hands, it was obviously working. Dust continued to cascade from the roof of the cave, and the rocks that were falling continued to grow larger and larger. Suddenly, a large crash filled the air as a dense cloud of dust billowed out of the cave entrance, nearly choking Kiff. He had to cover his eyes to keep them clean, the particles stinging at his eyelashes as he tried to maintain eyesight with the glass droids in front of him, but now he could hardly see anything. Dust covered everything, blinding Kiff as he coughed dirt and particles out of his lungs. The roar of blasterfire around him only added to the noise, a dim throbbing red pulsing through the obscuring brown.

Yet somehow, the dust began to settle and Kiff's vision began to clear. And what he saw was nothing other than a complete cave-in. Enormous boulders and rocks now stood where another side of the chasm had been, the cave now a straight wall of rubble and debris. Somewhere under the mess were the crushed glass droids, and the silence of droids ceasing their fire was almost deafening. The dust floated up and out of the chasm like an eerie mist, and Kiff found that his ears were ringing from the lack of noise. Warily, he turned back towards his companions. "Ladies and Gentlemen. . . I believe we have won."

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KIFF'S FORCES​

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Tunnel Forces

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• Fireteam Alpha
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x12 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Beta
  ~ [member="Kathryn Foster"]
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Gamma
  ~ [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn]
  ~ x44 [URL="http://starwarsrp.net/topic/136469-crusader-battle-droid/"]Crusader-class Battle Droids[/URL] [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Delta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Zeta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
  

City Defense Forces

• x4 TX-1 Wardroids
• x672 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
• x15 MLC-3-Z light tanks

ACTIONS​

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• Fireteam Alpha has taken position at the far side of the bridge, denying passage to any glass droid.
• All spider droids have fired on the tunnel entrance, collapsing the rock above and sealing it off.
• All fireteams are finishing off the remaining glass droids, despite heavy casualties.

 

[Darth Miseria]

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[member=Madalena Antares]​

The Jedi Enclave looked like a dollhouse from the sky, a stone structure once entirely dedicated to the light. Dianah found it rather ironic that its inhabitants were now reportedly rabid, so much so that they cared little for whether their blade sliced through friend or foe. ‘Seems weird, doesn’t it? A bunch of Jedi going absolutely mental.’ She commented to her travelling companion, [member=Madalena Antares]. She only needed to read the mission log to know why the had requested Confederate aid, the story was wild enough to interest anyone and Dianah was certainly no different. She practically leapt at the chance to be out on the field again.

As the ship swooped low it was obvious that the original group were engaged in a fight. A bubble of blue-green light burst forth from the enclave doors just as Maddy and Dia touched ground. ‘Come on!’ Dianah squealed, throwing her seatbelt off and charging for the doors. ‘We’re gonna miss all the fun.’

She hadn’t heard the instructions from either of the sane minded Jedi to disarm only, Dianah only saw the threat. Bright eyes had to watch through the growing gap in the loading ramp as the hoard of crazed attackers descended upon the group. Dozens upon dozens of armed, highly trained psychopaths charging toward her people with the intent to kill.

‘Just like old times? Except for the last time it was a bunch of crazy cultists. I suppose the crazy is still there.’ Dianah grinned as she slipped from the ship, feet speeding across the grass to join in the battle. When she arrived, the first thing she did was ignite the blade clutched in her palm. The violent pink was enough to break through the blue-green glow cast by the Jedi’s sabers. The second thing she did was slice the nearest Jedi in half, from shoulder to hip in one clean swing.

It was so good to be back.

 

[Madalena Antares]

Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor
Wielding: Yrkaa Sidearm | Meymad
Tags: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member=Josiah]


Rabid Jedi, once more. Madalena sighed, looking down from where she and her best friend Dia would soon be descending. "I wish it was," she answered gravely as Dia commented that it was weird, "But weird things are cropping up so frequently now that it almost feels normal. A few months ago we chased another group of Jedi turned into rabid slavers all the way to Trenwyth in the Unknown Regions." And there were reports from the Silvers too, but she couldn't really discuss that right there and then.

Much as she was glad to be fighting with her best friend again, Madalena did not particular enjoy knowing that they were needed there. There were more than enough veterans on the ground, experienced combatants and those who led them, for the specific presence of Knight Commander Antares and Viceroy Vi'Dreya to need to be there. The fact that they were, spoke silent volumes of events that were to come. Little did she know that not even a week now, on Rugosa, she would truly understand just how bad things were. For now though, there was a mission to focus on.

Setting aside all worry from her mind, the brunette smiled widely. "We know how to handle the crazies," she said with a nod, "Whoever racks up the biggest kill count wins. Loser pays for a spa day on Spira!" she yelled, but Dianah had jumped a fraction of a moment before her.

Laughing, Madalena joined in, Meymad already out and ready to play The dual bladed saberstaff shot out, the Lava Crystal producing a deep red hue that was unlike the normal red standard for such weapons. It was made specifically for her, by another good and close friend, [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]. But she did not rely on it much. While Dianah skewered through the Jedi, Madalena herself charged forward.

Underground as they were, her element was the air. Violent turrets began to blow back and forth. Those of the Confederacy was unharmed, and neither were the Jedi that stood too close to them. But as for the others? Madalena huff'd and puff'd them away, their bodies slamming into the cavern walls over and over again until their bodies broke. Slowly, her pile of dead began to grow, and she did not stop until two of them managed to get close enough, at which point he melee battle was on.

 

[Darth Miseria]

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[member=Madalena Antares]​

‘You’re on!’ Dianah cried out, letting the wind carry her voice to Madalena.

That first bite, blade to flesh, was always the most satisfying. Dianah had been on Krant for a good few years now, and there had rarely been the opportunity to be the dark and dangerous Knight she had once been. Of course, she had been practicing. Jaron had never let her slip on her force or combat training, but this was the perfect chance to taste real battle again. The couple didn’t go easy on each other by any means but you couldn’t beat the adrenaline of a real fight.

Madalena joined the group moments later, a whirlwind of air in her wake. Through the quick movements the candy floss coloured blade made, Dianah watched as her friend destroyed a trove of Jedi in the blink of an eye, bringing her much further ahead in their bet. ‘I see you’ve learned some new tricks. I gotta say I’m impressed, but I can’t decide if that’s cheating or not!’ Her taunting tone carried through the aggressive hissing of blade against blade. ‘But if that’s how you want to play!’ A wicked grin formed on the sable skinned woman’s face as one of their previous missions wormed its way into her memory.

Her shi’ido abilities had progressed far beyond that day, and Dianah could do much more now. Despite being so far away from her friend for so long, Madalena had inspired the curiosity it took to push Dianah into truly exploring the extent of her shifting. She was faster now, she had practiced with more shapes and species, and now it was time to show it off!

With one circle sweep of her blade at waist height, Dianah cleared her immediate area free of any rabid Jedi. Though to most it would be drowned out by the sound of battle, Dianah could hear her bones creaking. Bending, snapping, moulding to her will. Her arms flicked through the air, whipping up a force shove that threw ten attackers into the side of the enclave wall. Dianah was a blur, already running toward them before they could even hit stone, but by the time she did she had completely changed. Now a wrecking ball made entirely of phrik she crashed against the slumping bodies, turning their bones to dust and splattering them against the dark stone walls.

After ensuring the Jedi met their untimely end, the Dianah-ball kept going. Zipping this way and that way across the corridors, entirely crushing anything unfortunate enough to get in her way. The fun went on for a few more minutes, each demise leaving a bright red trail in the wrecking balls wake. As the ball came tilting round from crashing against an east wall, Dianah began to emerge again. A little frizzy haired and wild eyed, but smiling all the same. When her hand finally broke free of it’s phrik encasing she called her lightsaber back home, to the centre of her palm.

‘I’m not gonna lie, Maddy, I’ve totally lost count.’ She called out as her blade came to meet with another Jedi’s in a spray of electric colour.

 

[Madalena Antares]

Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor (color altered to deep red)
Wielding: Yrkaa Sidearm | Meymad
Tags: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Josiah"]

"I'm not a Blood Hound anymore," Madalena laughed, her lightstaff swinging as limbs were getting chopped off left and right, "But since when is using the Force considered cheating?"

Pausing, she twirled around to take a good look at what Dianah had learned during the time the two best friends had been apart of one another. Running a planet took on a lot of personal resources from a person; whether it was energy, time, and focus. Not to mention, Dianah also had a small child to care for, as well as a husband. Was their marriage still a secret? She'd never gotten round to asking, but then again it had never come up since most of the people Madalena hung with at present did not know Dianah.

Still, it was a wonderful thing to see her friend in action. However she was training back on Krant, it was clearly working amazingly well. She was moving more freely now, enjoying the moment much more than Madalena recalled her doing so before, even if during the before she'd never had any reason to think something might be missing.

It was good to see someone she cared about advance so much. She just wished… No. Not now.

Grinning, she turned back to focus again on those that she was facing. "That's perfectly all right, Dia," she laughed, "we can just say that I've won!"

Turning her lighttaff off, Madalena quickly sheathed it before clasping her hands together and going down on a knee. When she looked up, a moment later, she began to put distance between her hands. But between them… Where nothing but air should have been, now a darkness grew. Madalena grinned as she tapped more and more into the Force, channeling it into creating her Waves of Darkness. The roaring and clapping sounds would have been hard to miss by anyone within a sufficient distance, the air within the cavern becoming thicker as well.

And then she directed them. She had seen the place from which the Jedi had poured out and decided – no. They would not be going in. They did not need to go in. They would destroy it from the outside.

"Everyone, kill the stranglers," she commanded, her voice booming above the sound of her doings. The waves shot from her then, coming faster and faster, headed directly for the source.

Unless someone stopped her, the exit through which the Jedi had been pouring out would soon crumble – along with a large radius of what was hiding behind it.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: Vault​

Location: Front-line of Fireteam Beta​

Wearing: Black BDUs, black gear vest with plastoid inserts, black military boots, open plastoid helmet with black cover. Jacket wearing the CIS-insignia on both shoulders.​

Loadout: E-22 blaster rifle, LBP-3 blaster pistol, vibroblade​

Tags: Kiff Brayde, Scherezade deWinter, Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn, Ephraim, Shakti Sweet, Xobos Yakieer, Layla Solari, Kaden Farr.​

It had worked. It realy had worked! The huge cloud of dust that had spread all around them, did next to nothing to affect the droids advanced scanners and their perception of the battle. The same could be say about her attempt to cover her face in the bend of the arm. She still ended up looking like someone that had just wandered through a sandstorm on Tatooine, like it did matter now when hearing admiral Braydes voice announcing their victory over those monsters?

The words and the silence that fell upon them all made a smirk appear on her face. A smirk that grew into a smile, which quickly grew wider and ended in a heartly laugh of success. She raised the E-22 to the skies in a victorious shout and were about to wrap her arms around the Crusader-droid next to her, the same one that had came to her close protection when all hell had broken loose in the first place. It had gone the extra mile to protect their teamleader, returning fire when she was sprayed with it and probably helping her avoid worse scratches. However, the more rational and disciplined side of herself reminded her of what she was doing and stopped her just in time.

''Oh... Right!'' she uttered shortly and cleared her throat.

''Well... Thanks for the backup, tin man!'' she continued and instead offered the droid a smile and a nudge to its side. If they did have the intelligence to know what a thank you was, Kath didn't know, but it was and appropriate thing to say anyways, wasn't it?

She gave a handsign to Brayde that they were OK, considering the rather heavy casualities. Kath wiped some dirt off her face and threw a glance counting in her fireteam, waiting for new orders.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal looked back at the deWinter woman that had managed to reveal herself at last. Just in time for Kiff's initial efforts to form a crack in the enemy's protective bubble. She could feel the magick return to the world all around them once more. Like one's ability to see or hear being restored. Auspicious timing. But that hardly mattered right now.

The Nightsister rose to her feet as her hand slid along the pouch at her side and conjured a stream of billowing, green mist that wove through the air shadowing the movements of her hand. It circle and began to weave around and through itself as it grew higher and higher. A blast from the enemy struck it in an effort to kill Vytal where she stood, but the energy once enveloped never emerged.

Collapse the barrier overhead? The walls over the cavern? Seal the enemy behind a barricade and deny them their sought after prize of claiming the surface. Yes, Vytal would do this. It pained her to do so knowing there were sure to be treasures below, but it was a necessity. Survival was more important. They could return. They would return. Though not, perhaps, with water or gas. Something more.. They would decide on it at a more opportune time. These creatures might not respire, and Vytal did not wish to return only to discover they withstood the effort to smoother them in a manner similar as this day.

Both hands thrust into the air and the churning green clouds shot upward and spread out filling the void. Thunder rolled overhead before it unleashed in a loud crack of lightning. It blasted and tore away; lashed away at the material without restraint. And with her hands pulled down and in toward her belly, the lightning forked and all but grabbed hold of what it had freed to slam it all into place.

A swipe of her pale hand had the plume of dust sweep by on either side and overhead from where Vytal stood. Her eyes were on the passage they'd just sealed. With magick back under her command now, if the enemy dared surface again she would make them yearn from whatever pit they spawned from.

Vytal glanced over at Kiff with a soft snort. Won? They had survived, but these offworlders tended to view that as a condition for success. Depended on your expectations; and frankly the Nightsister had expected more from this venture. Yet her disgruntled reply had been soft because she could not deny surviving was certainly better than dying surrounded by whatever those things had been, far from whatever might be of interest below. "That we did, High Marshal. When we have prepared for this enemy, perhaps we will meet again here and walk over their broken and shattered forms."

Tag: [member="Kiff Brayde"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Ephraim"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Shakti Sweet"] | [member="Darth Elyria"] | [member="Cypher Raige"]​

 

[Darth Miseria]

[member=Madalena Antares]​

'Since the last time we fought neither one of us could call up a storm on a whim.' Dianah snorted out as her hand morphed into a paw that looked scarily similar to Murugan's. In truth, Dianah was more than impressed with her friend. When she first split from Scherezade Dianah had worried Madalena would struggle to find herself, but the opposite was true, and Dianah couldn't have been more proud. For someone who had only very recently acquired their own body, she was moving as though she had been born into it.

Her trilling laughter cut through the cries of death. 'After that, I think you deserve it. Spa day on me.' When Madalena turned her lightsaber off Dianah almost cursed at her. The rabid Jedi were still coming thick and fast with no end in sight. A moment later she heard the sharp rap of her friends hands clapping together. She had no idea what Madalena was doing, but Dianah knew it was wise to move. While she called upon darkness itself to seal their victory, Dianah would do her best to protect her friend. Luckily, she wouldn’t have to do it for long.

The sable skinned woman moved swiftly, careful not to be caught in the waves of darkness pouring from Maddy, using a combination of her saber and her ever shifting hand. One moment it appeared to be made out of pure diamond, the next it had taken the shape of a Loth wolf's paw, but each time they found their mark in one of the attackers. Each time she found the light of life fading into nothing at the end of her hand. The first indication of Madalena's doing was the gentle rumble that caused the pillars holding the archway up to wobble violently.

Between the hacking and slashing, Dianah watched as the archway crumbled at her friend's behest. The plaster peeled away from the structure, covering the battlefield in a cloud of acrid yellow dust and sending sizable bricks down one by one on top of the unsuspecting Jedi pouring through. Eventually all that was left of the hoard of infected lightsiders was a pile of cracked stone and those who had been lucky to make it through before it collapsed. When the dust cleared enough to see properly, Dianah could count on one hand the number of lives there were left to take, though the realisation was a rather sad one.

Being a viceroy was an honour, and when things were going well she enjoyed her work, but today had only reminded her of how sorely she missed the action.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

The Garden World. What was known as the crown colony and near replica of Naboo, had faced its share of wars and conflicts in the past. Yet never had it seen what it did that day, what the collapse had revealed and the Confederacy dug deeper into.

The City of Glass had taken them all by surprise, and had become the trap designed to lure them all into a much earlier grave than intended. Rabid Jedi, droids, and many more monsters that had yet to crawl out of their holes before the Confederates caused the terrible cave in, had all been waiting for so long for the chance.

Yet what had been the cause of it? What exactly was it that had waited down below for so long?

There would be no such answers today. As the Confederacy retreated, carrying with it wounded civilians as well as its own injured people, a giant protective dome was constructed atop of the shield generator put in place earlier by the Jedi. The purpose of the dome was to protect – keep anything that was inside, on the inside, and not let anyone from the planet itself entrance down there.

Plans would be made. Debriefings would be held. The investigation on Tyra'Weilen was far from over. Tomorrow, the Confederacy would do better.

But for today, they had kept the world, as well as its people, safe. And for today, that was good enough.

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Thank you everyone for participating in this Dominion! While the story of how the Confederacy protected has reached its conclusion, you are all encouraged to continue your personal story! ​

~ Happy RP'ing!​

 

[Valdemar Halstein]

[member="Gianna Aegis"]
[member="John Locke"]

The Captain offered a salute to John Locke. He was clearly a man superior in rank to he, and so military instinct dictated his moves.

The Jedi and the Admiral clearly knew each other, and well at that. The familiar way she touched his arm, their words, the glances. It all spoke to a familiarity which was odd to see between a Jedi and another. Valdemar’s own experience with Jedi was that they tended to be socially isolated from others.

“Admiral, a pleasure. I brought reinforcements as there is still chaos in the city.” He glanced at the buildings, many of which were still smoking.
“The droids are not experts at firefighting, but they have their uses. Alternatively, we could move people out. Whichever you feel is best, sir.”
The Admiral had a better grasp on the situation, having been down here long.

 

[John Locke]

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Location: Tyra'Theed​

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Objective: Save Lives​

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Tagging: [member="Gianna Aegis"] | [member="Valdemar Halstein"]​

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A small smile touched John's face as his hand came up, returning the man's military salute with one of his own. Despite his exhalted rank, John hadn't come up through the military, through the rigarous training and traditions that were such an important part of the institution that he'd become so involved in. The cyborg held the salute for a moment before letting his hand fall away from his head offering it to the other man in a handshake, "A pleasure captain."

The traditions and the insitutions of the military were comforting in a way, provding an easy sense of community you could jsut fall into and feel wrap around you. Although there was always that sense of separation in command, and a separation from not being part of the tradition he found the navy had been willing to accept him, wrap itself around him an welcome him in. Those traitions meant that there was an easy guide for him to follow to fit in, to find acceptance within the community that he'd chosen to spend so much time with. Yet, within that community, the man wasn't a military man, he was a civilian who had stumbled into the command he held, and well he was allowed a certain amount of eccentricities, like shaking someone's hand rather than just settling for a salute. Besides, it was always interesting to watch a career military officer's reaction to the outstretched hand.

As pleasant as it was to meet new and old friends, Gianna's words cut through the little bubble that had sprung up around the three of them, dragging them back to reality, the harshness of the situation impigning on them. It had been inevitable, this wasn't a bar, a social gathering but they'd been thrown together to save this city, or atleast try. The return to reality changed something about John's posture, about the way he held himself, the warmth of the man was still there, the friendly smile on his face but his eyes had shifted, for a moment revealing he weight of hte situation as he nodded slowly. "I'll be honest, we could really use the help, any help they can provide Captain." A turquoise glow lit up the cyborg's eyes for a moment as he pulled up the latest reports. "We can't stop the fire, it's built up too big and has consumed too much of the city now, all we're trying to do is to get ahead of it." John's shoulder's fell as he spoke, the memory the the famlies watching their homes and prized posessions consumed by the flames still fresh in his mind. "It's not much, and we will help rebuild but if we can funnel the fire away from the untouched parts of the city, we stand a fighting chance to get this under control." That's all he was hoping for, as much as it galled him it was the best they could hope for. Not to beat the fire, just to let it play itself out, a controlled burn. If they'd arrived faster, had understood the scope fater maybe they could have gotten on it before things had gotten this far but...

"If you can deploy the droids to meet up with the advanced teams we've got evacuating people and tearing down the buildings hopefully we can create a big enough firebreak to deal with it." Buying time, it was all about buying time, "I can show you where we're at and you can deploy the droids as necessary from there." It was the easiest way to explain the situation to Captain Halstien, show him how thigns were playing out.

John's hand turned, an almost unconcious action, as the smooth surface of his fingers brushed against the woman's arm and palm as he offered her a soft nod of his head, his eyes softening for a moment. "The hospital's handling the victims we send back there, but the first responders are starting to get a little worn out...if you want to come with us?" He'd seen Gianna's skills as a healer more than once, and knew what a boon she'd be for the teams in the field. "We've got some speeders waiting over there, unless you need to head back to the ship?"

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Objective: On the Ground [Do What Jedi Do] - BYOO​

Location: Tyra'Theed​

Tags: [member="John Locke"] | [member="Valdemar Halstein"]​

The Jedi Knight let the two Confederates have their moment. While she appreciated the need for order and decorum, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to the issue at hand. They spoke of where to send the reinforcements that the Captain had brought along while the small woman turned her focus on the planet itself. Empathy was her strongest gift. In moments like these she could feel her jaw clench while her surroundings faded. The ebb and flow of the Force stole sound, stole sight, and replaced it with one encompassing vision of the trauma that lay ahead.

As she inhaled her senses broke and the cloud of insight dissipated like a bad dream. Fire. So bright, so dangerous, and inescapable. So much fear to behold.

The crimson-haired woman slowly let go of the cyborg that she had long ago learned to call a friend. He returned the silent familiarity, affection, and she knew that he was trying to soothe her without embarrassing her. Tanaab had seen her give too much to victims and soldiers alike. She would do it again here, if required, because that was who she was. Sacrifice wasn’t noble. It was simply a way through when every other door had closed.

She listened while the Admiral explained the situation. Captain Halstein was far more subtle in his offerings, choosing to defer, rather than make bold moves. Gianna was not so reverent. Traveling the galaxy as she had brought a sense of freedom when it came to her work. It gave unbridled clarity. Never would she allow societal restraints, or any sort of hierarchy, to rise over the lives of innocent people.

An out of control fire in a world that was essentially a garden? Flowering vines crawled up the sides of buildings, with rivers running strong, and thriving plant life as far as the eye could see. Tyra’Theed for all intents and purposes, was beautiful, but it was built to burn. Just like a forest fire. Gianna sighed softly, chewing her bottom lip, before speaking anew. “The fire won’t burn itself out easily. It has a constant fuel source so getting ahead of it will be near impossible. I could help in the infirmary…”, she trailed off, though, her soft brow creased while she thought It over.

Unless they started destroying buildings to create a fireline they didn’t really seem to have anything available for mass suppression. The blaze was big enough that she couldn’t see how creating a perimeter was truly feasible in the time they had.

“We’ve got water. Lots of it. Just not where we need it.”

So…The simplest solution? Move the water.

Slowly, she worked out a plan, and found herself reaching back through the Force to stir the natural order. Gianna had studied nature in all forms, almost, as much as she studied people. Balance as always was the key. If she could channel what she knew about atmospheric mechanics and the basic water cycles she could, in theory, make it rain. It left her a little nervous. She had used this ability to cause a storm to dissipate—Never to cause one. It wasn’t related at all to negative emotions but it did require uninterrupted focus, control, and monitoring. “If I can turn water into vapor from the surrounding lakes and rivers I could, theoretically, infuse the clouds with enough to make them heavy. Would a torrential rainstorm do the trick?”

It wouldn’t need to cover the entire city. More than anything, it would need to be a heavy downpour, with a slow roll. Flooding would pose a problem but not as bad as letting the fire burn as it willed. It also wouldn’t drain her because all she had to do was get the ball rolling. After that?

The storm would have a mind of its own. It moved on its own power. All she had to do was keep it in check and supply the direction to cause it to dissipate, or move away from Tyra’Theed proper, when the time came.

“I’d still suggest evacuating…But it could work.”