The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Faith Organa"]

The old Corellian Jedi gave the Organa princess a nod.

"Please, let me escort you." he told her, encouraging her to do so. His heavy brows were drawn over his eyes in concern. Ash and soot covered the olived skinned woman's face, and there were faint purple crecents of weariness under her eyes.

"Your majesty, if I may, your health is as equally important." he told her.

"You may be in better shape, but this ash knows no bounds when it comes to the lungs."

"Please, you have my assurity that the New Jedi Order along with Organa and Alliances forces will tend to the wounded and refugees. For now... we must also take care of you."

Come after, the fate of Atrisia would be in Organa's and her people's hands.

 

[Adele Adonai]

It was an odd sense to be sure. Adele was suddenly thrust out of her shroud of ice to feel the baking heat of an unyielding sun. The brisk chill of ice was replaced by the pelting of grains of hot sand, stinging her cheeks and causing her eyes to water.

Just as suddenly as the mental dreamscape had taken hold of her, so it had vanished. Yet, the lingering words that whispered with a silver tongue in her ear were every bit as tangible as the blood-stained sword in her hand.

'I do hope that we can continue our interesting conversation, my dear.' ​

For the Iridonian, those were the last words that ran through her mind before everything went dark.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's arm was pulsing with pain and he could feel the bones had separated again in his arm from the sharp pains of tendon and muscle scrapping jagged edges as his fingers and hand moved. But, with the Droids dealt with and the fighting calming down, he had time to heal and to concentrate.

Draco sat on the steps of the palace, quiet and letting a shaman rattle some spiritual stick over his arm while the being worked to numb the pain before setting his bone again. A painful jerk of the arm and a muffled wince from the Warlord and the shaman shrugged. "That's the best I can do for you right now. I have others to see to."

"Thanks, it'll have to do for today." There was risk of the marrow breaking and shards of bone ending up in his blood stream, but it was a low risk and space age medicine had made that less fatal if treated properly. The shamans and witch doctors of the clan didn't replace medicine and doctors, they supplemented it, able to act quickly and on the field without having to break out surgical tools and keep a warrior in the thick of it until the battle was over.

Rows of T-Visored helmets sat on the steps of the palace and the ichor of chaos and the Dark side rested heavily on the place. "Volgrim, gather up our fallen for the furnace. We should have someone arriving to pick us up at dawn. Do we have a shuttle or craft to take me to Shiso?"

"We shouldn't really spare one. The boys are gathering at the palace and using the courtyard for triage. Shaadlar's are helping ferry men around. If you wanted to take a Ra'gr across the planet, you could. We ain't got need of them right now." The massive, bearded man slumped down beside Draco, his bloodstained power ax and trakad in his lap.

"I'll take it if the astromech is in condition to fly." Draco muttered, patting his friend on the back, armor clanking against armor with a metallic ring.

//To: [member="Faith Organa"]
Battle is over. I'm alive and heading towards Shiso as soon as possible.

Drahr.

And I'm bringing my socks and throwing them at the city.

//End

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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Faith knew he was right she was pushing herself she would be of no use to anyone if she wasn't well. "Ok. Let's go see the medics" Faith shook her head, "I've never seen anything quite like this, I've seen other things that were unbelievable but all of this and what happen here today. Definitely something for the annals of time."

Her comm flashed a message she took it out and laughed,

"Tell me Master Jedi, do you pick up your socks in the morning before leaving for your day?"

Faith tapped out a message

//Drahr, I'm here doing alright. Need to check out Hyogo and see a nice medic.

Also, you should have thought about the socks before, they could have marched into battle for you.

Faith//

You know so dirty that they stand up by themselves. Why couldn't they move by themselves hmmm..

 

[Laira Darkhold]

//To: [member="Faith Organa"]
Alright, I'm on my way there in a little starfighter. Shouldn't be too long.

Stick with the Jedi and the Alliance and you will be fine. The fighting seems to be done.

Take care of yourself until I get there Ner Ahiraor.
//End.

The little Ra'gr was a nice little starfighter. Fast and agile, the little astromech guided it through darkened clouds and hate filled storms at a healthy pace, taking the wounded warlord closer and closer towards the city of Shiso.

Draco held his hand over the spot in his left arm where his bones had been fractured and broken. They had been set roughly by one of his shamans, and now he was sitting alone, at peace turning his focus towards healing the injury some more. His fingers moved and the muscles pulled painfully, torn and serrated by the chipped and broken bones. Blood still pooled beneath his chest plate from the stab wound in his chest, and his legs ached with tiny pieces of shrapnel buried just within the muscle of his thigh and calf.

The big man winced and closed his eyes as he focused. On his finger he could feel the ring there and he exuded calm and somber emotions into the ring. He knew that Faith could feel the edges of his emotions through that bond, and now that he was okay, if a little troubled.

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"]

It was such a startling question in the wake of such a turbulent battle. The old Corellian was struck dumb for a moment before the turned to consider the princess of Aldaraan with consideration. The amusement and warmth that shone in his eyes spoke of a sense of humor that wasn't far for the Green Jedi.

"I must say, your majesty, I never really thought about it." he told her honestly, the rebreather giving his voice a slight metallic tinge.

"I typically stuff them back into my boots when I take them off!"

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

"Well tucking them into your boots is one thing, but you don't leave them on the floor like you just tossed them there and couldn't be concerned about where they landed or if someone had to pick them up after you."

Faith thought about this for a moment, "My apologies, I...am trying to understand why someone would leave their socks on the floor rather than toss them to where they can be cleaned."

Faith sat down where the medic directed her little lights flashed, and scanners did their read outs on her health, she had seen these a few times a prick of her blood, a look at her eyes, a test of her skin, she smiled the whole time knowing they were doing their best for her.

She felt calm, the ring was working doing it's level best to say shhhhhh she just smiled. The medic wanted her to sit still a bit more and take in oxygen. Faith nodded, and looked at the Jedi. "Thank you. I imagine much of the casualties are in Jar'kai." Faith looked around at the women being treated, mostly for breathing in the soot of the air, thank goodness.

"I'm going to help them rebuild whatever was destroyed." She saw that look of fear in their eyes, concern of was it over.

"Atrisia is really beautiful in spring, you should see it then." She was feeling better the pure oxygen was giving her strength, "I feel like I'm ready are you ready?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The little starfighter swooped low across the city of Shiso, the astromech droid piloting the fighter handling the broadcasting IFF and clearance codes in order to land in the outskirts. After circling the city once, the fighter sat down in the edges of Shiso before allowing Draco to disembark from the craft.

//To: [member="Faith Organa"]
I'm in Shiso looking for you. Send me coordinates of where to go.

I love you Ner Runi, but I need a hug and someone to change my socks.
//End.

The Mandalorian stalked through the city, seeing the state the Atrisians were in. Most of them gave him a fairly wide berth, last they had heard was likely about the Mandalorian warriors attacking the city of Jar'kai in mass and had unleashed heavy weapons into any combatants they had found. They had also likely heard that their king ordered women, children, and elderly into battle against veteran Mandalorians, Galactic Alliance Commandos, and Jedi Knights, which meant that any with family in Jar'kai probably lost someone in the battle. Even Shiso wasn't completely spared, though it appeared to have been left in much better shape than Jar'kai.

It was a stain the people of Atrisia would bear. Some would be grateful that the despotic child tyrant had been removed from authority and wasn't commanding their kinsmen to lay down their lives fruitlessly. Some would just be glad the battle was over, happy to welcome in whichever power claimed the planet. Some would be saddened by those they had lost but didn't care which government ruled them. And some would be disdainful of the Mandalorian and Galactic Alliance forces that had come to their world, seeing it as the catalyst to their ruler sacrificing them in droves.

Draco walked the city, his weapons sheathed and his helmet on to protect him from the ash, the swirling smoke, dust and ash obscuring his vision, casting a loathsome haze over the city. "Where are you Faith? None of these people know to like me." The thought of one or more of them trying to shoot him in the back wasn't lost on the warrior, though he could feel their will to fight had been sapped from them.

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]