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Yurb was a wreck. The area in and around Edsert damaged by the battle, and by the hyperram debris that had been thrown so the surface. The city itself had lost multiple building, and many more were damaged. Homes would have to be rebuilt, and whatever care could be given to the Lervon inhabitants. In space above the fleet and Glasser Alpha were being repaired, and on the surface the Lergara was being helped out of the hole that one of the death worms had tried to bury it in. All around was destruction, but in it rebuilding. Structures being recreated and repaired, families being reunited. Doctors doing their best to help the injured. There was something else too. A stronger sense of the Force at Edsert than had ever been felt before. Not just the Lervon's presence, but something more.
Out in the deserts were multiple craters made by the hyperram debris, and dead Bryn left after the battle. At least their was something that could be researched after all this, but the glass that now spread across the desert left an eerie feeling. Razor-Tails could be heard roaring across the city and desert. Somehow the combination of the calls and the assistance that had been helping rebuild brought hope back to many of the people. Still, for some it was too much.
Ura slowly walked into the city, her head low and the glow of her eyes practically gone. "Shut" in organic terms. She still couldn't believe what happened. She looked down, hoping to find... something. She'd heard Kyra lost her lightsaber so maybe she was sorta looking for that, but really she was trying to ignore everything around her. The destruction. The lose. The... death.... It all seemed to be too much for her to handle. Her people were once terrorized with a threat similar to what they were given that day. Fire from above. Maybe that's why it hit her so hard, but the padawan couldn't help but stop before she looked around.
"How could anyone do this...? How could anyone do this?" She said the last part in the strange whispers of Lerdos, but she knew what she was saying. She wanted to help, but.... She didn't know how at this point. She looked up to see a couple more transports landing with people and supplies the help with relief efforts. She didn't know who or what were on them, but she just hoped they'd help.
He had been on Kattada in the aftermath. He had seen the destruction of the Bryn, but he had avoided the actual battle. He had heard all of the stories, seen what it had done to Okkeus Dainlei
and those who had been involved in the fighting.
The ship had touched down and everyone had gone their separate ways, each looking for something that they had previously lost. Caden didn't want to follow anyone, he didn't want to disturb them. They had to deal with grief in their own ways.
Caden didn't know what he was specifically looking for. He hadn't been on Yurb, he hadn't lost anything in particular. He didn't even know why he had made the journey to Yurb, he had no reason to make the journey. It just felt right to pay his respects.
He knelt down in the desert.
He could feel the pain that had been felt. He could feel the death and destruction that had been caused during the battle of Yurb. Many of the bodies still hadn't been cleared away, and Caden was sure the further into the desert he traveled, the more bodies he would see and the more damage he would find.
"How does anyone do this?"
It was the first time he had seen the true damage and it shocked him. He was too scared to go deeper, instead turning to join Ura Iolar
in the city. He had traveled with the Padawan, and he had heard that she had been in the battle of Yurb.
His walk into the city shocked him, especially seeing the damage that had been caused. It was horrific the damage that Yurb had seen thanks to the battle, thanks to the Bryn. It was vile what they had done to the planet, and they would pay.
Caden licked his teeth, and took up position next to the young Jedi... creature?
"Scanner's are clear captain, nothing's coming in save for our own" Ticia C'Heri announced from the Comm's Station, the great Catharian Officer looking back to their Commanding Officer, Captain Whayeson whom stood alongside the Jedi Knight Caedyn Arenais as they gazed out into the dark void of space, the Planet of Yurb to the rare of the ship whilst they ensured no returning surprises from the former invaders.
"Glad to hear it, carry on" Gene Whayeson turned to glance back over her shoulder, giving a dismissive wave in return before looking back to the Jedi Knight whom she worked under. Caedyn and his family's amassed fortune had funded the construction and service of the Vagabond, originally meant for the Outer Planets Alliance however later being commissioned for the Order of the Silver Jedi and today the Silver Concord; "Credit for your thoughts, Master Jedi?".
Caedyn smiled warily, snapping back to reality as the good Captain pulled him from his thoughts, "How many times must I remind you, call me Caedyn" he chuckled quietly under his breath, "You're in command here, I'm just an advisor Captain" he assured her.
"Always once more" she countered him, holding the gaze expectantly.
"I'm fine thank you Gene, just being out here's reminding me of the battle down on the ground" Caedyn explained in brief, "The Bryn'adul were a monstrous force to have to fend off. Yurb suffered greatly. I'm grateful that we're able to help bring supplies and keep the transports safe in the recovery effort. I know the Vagabond was scheduled for a patrol along the border of the western front".
"My crew suffered from that mess too, Master Arenais" the Captain replied sternly, "It wasn't much easier up here. Their invasion force tore through the blockade like it was nothing...".
The Thunderstruck glided through the atmosphere of Yurb. Bits and pieces of ships still floated around, waiting to have a heated descent onto the surfaces. Somewhere along the debris layed part of his old X-Wing. Just another reminder of the death and destruction the battle produced.
Mouse let out a sad beep as they neared the surface. The astromech was not present with him during the battle, nor his Padawan. At that time he hadn't even met Caden yet. Time sure has passed by quickly. Too quickly.
The X-Wing touched down in the uneven sand, sinking a little to the right. He looked out upon the desert in front of him. Durasteel and bodies layered the ground almost as much as the sand. It was an eerie sight. The hatched opened up with a soft hiss as he was hit with a small breeze. The only other noise was small pieces of sand hitting the glass hatch. Turning to Mouse he looked up at the droid.
"I'm going to need a minute Mouse, I will be back."
After a beep of acknowledgement he began walking out across the sand. His shoes started to fill slowly. Who knows what was sand and what was ashes. A faint smell of burnt Durasteel and charred flesh floated in the air. The small breeze continued. Climbing up a small dune he couldn't believe the view in front of him. Very clearly could he see a hull section of the Concordia.
Memories began flooding him. The bright blue flash of the hyperspace ram. His X-Wing and the bombers being throwing around like dust in the wind. The Debaucher still sucking energy from the cruisers. All the deaths aboard the ships. Some of the bombing crew not making it back.
Falling to his knees he still looked out upon the destroyed ship. Tears began falling down his face. He didn't try to stop them.
She had heard about the battle of Yurb through the news. Fighting was made out to be intense as news sources scrambled to sensationlize what little information they had to work with. Then the real reports had come out. Numbers backed by what could be counted, bodies the hard and cold evidence as those most eager to break the story braved the planet.
It wasn't personal for Phalsi in the same sense that those who were here called it personal. People she knew had been here, and very near laid down their lives for it. Which was why gray blue eyes drifted over the destruction of the city. Ura Iolar
and Caden Evesa
would have spotted her at some point, her expression bland as she picked through the rubble, walked through the city with robes flowing with an almost constant state of wind around her feet. It cleared the dust around her, revealing faces and debris that might have tripped another. She examined one building with its roof caved in. She stared at the swath of dried blood their, noting the trail it seemed to make off in a direction as she wondered if the person had lives or not. If they could even recover from something like that.
Bryn corpses littered the place, curiosity reined in as she moved to Caden and Ura before speaking, a wry smile appearing on her face as she heard the young man speak.
"Why should they be made to pay? Would violence make you feel better?" The words were spoken softly, and focus of each split between Caden and Ura. The self examination was something that her councillor had started with her, a practice to help keep herself out of trouble. While she wasn't attempting to ride the high horse, there was something Acaadi had said that stuck in her mind. Kyra's message had been true to lure her out of OPA space, and the dark side tempted in more than one way.
Was he acting as the Grand Master? It was Elise’s role. Coren Starchaser had to be around, wanted to be around, to help the Jedi Concord as best he could. There were other Jedi more suited to assit than he was. But he was still going to be assisting where he could. The team that was heading back to the desert world were here to help do what sort of repair they could. And well, if someone needed to help patch things up with the world, he figured it would be the Padawan known as Ura Iolar
, but if it wasn’t just that Jedi, well, some of the leadership needed to be here. He figured that the Triumvirate, or whatever the Concord was calling the leaders had someone sent.
For Coren, he was here with a few other ranking Jedi Masters and Knights. Having landed, he felt that the Force was doing well here. He could feel it had seemed to have been unlocked… Maybe by the Jedi and the others that had helped support the world. A deep breath and he could connect to it a bit easier, and the other Jedi here.
He stepped from the Tachyon Rising, having taken his own ship down to the planet. “Porter, keep the ship protected.” He looked at the other Jedi with him, the ones that were just redshirts. “See if we can get anything we can use, research…” He looked around with a low whistle.
“They are something different, I’m not even sure if they’re dark, just… wrong. Broken.” But they needed to know how to fight them.
The battle of Yurb had been won, but at no small cost to the defenders.
In space and on the surface, countless lives had been lost, and now much of the planet was cratered from a botched hyper ram attack by the Bryn. From space, impact points could be seen glowing molten red for hours. Since then, the craters had cooled, but scanners still lit up tons of radioactive waste spread from downed warships.
Without intervention, the people of Yurb would suffer a second, prolonged ecological disaster.
In haste, ground parties from the remains of her battlegroup began to touchdown at the worst points of radiation, engineers establishing force field barriers to contain the deadly particulates from further spread into the atmosphere. Meanwhile, medics attempted to help survivors, but Lervon physiology was completely alien to most, so it was trial and error while they tried to connect with native physicians for guidance.
Most ground parties worked in peace, but not all, as they came across the occasional stragglers from the Bryn planetary, always vicious to the very end. Who knew how many still remained, as planetary scale retreats were always a messy affair, but marines had their work cut out for them.
Still recovering from the battle herself, Jyoti made landfall to observe the progress. She almost regretted it as her shuttle broke through the atmosphere, headaches from a prolonged psychic battles before only growing as she came closer to the surface, closer to the epicenters of mass death which left wounds in the Force. The spirits of the dead Levron still brushed against her mind after she had melded with them. Most had passed into the Force, but not all.
The healing of Yurb was not only a physical matter, but also one of the soul.
Ura stood there, listening to Caden and Phalsi as her form seemed to become more... damaged looking. Her left fingers pulled into her hand, and craters marked her torso. A sadness finally seem to well out, as if she was hiding it well before. She looked at the other Padawans, finally just not hiding how she felt. She'd never been great at letting others know how she felt, despite how her species expressed emotions. She looked at them still not realizing what he body had shifted to.
"I... I.... I don't know.... The Lervon in me want to just destroy them for what they did, but... the Jedi in me knows it's wrong. I just...." Even through the monotone voice the hurt managed to come through. Something rare when talking to a Lervon. She then said someting whispery in Lerdos before looking around, trying to understand what happened. She finally sighed, looking at the others. "W-we can help here... right? There's gotta me something."
Yurb had been bloody. He had not been there for the battle, but he had heard of what had become of it. Many of their own had been wounded in the battle, some worse than others, many had died... And the place that one of his Padawans had called home had been reduced to ruins. He felt for them, and perhaps in the Force, Ura would be able to sense that. He wished he could do more, but... There wasn't much that he could do, except try to help where he could. Where he actually could.
A hand fell on the shoulder of Ura Iolar
if it was possible to physically comfort a sandman. If not, the touch would be through the Force. An attempt to comfort them, if possible.
"We'll figure out something."
He had only just returned from his mission in deep space. But it seemed the Jedi Master was jumping straight back into things.
Anything would have made him feel better. Instead he was just stood around, avoiding helping, avoiding everything. He still had no right to have been on Yurb, he had avoided the main battle. He had rocked up after the fact with the healers of the group, that was his claim. He hadn't fought any of the invading force.
He picked up a rock sadly, throwing it across the road.
Yurb had seen a bloody battle, every step was a reminder of something that had happened. He had seen the bodies littering the desert, seen the craters the fight had left. None of it was pretty, every bit of it hurt, and knowing it was where Okkeus Dainlei
had nearly lost his life was scary.
"We can help them, I think we owe that much to Yurb"
"An act of war like this can not go without a just retaliation. Obviously I'm not suggesting we butcher them all or stoop to their level, nor am I suggesting we go straight for violence, but we can not let the creatures who caused this much damage get away without punishment"
Twice she had helped Yurb. Once to rid it of a coven of viciously homicidal witches butchering the populace, the second to defend against those monsters the Bryn.. Now she returned again. She had a bond to this place.
The elderly looking witch had spent the hours since landing using her telekinesis to clear debris from the street, then using her magical blood rituals to heal the severely injured populace as well as the soldiers who had fought to defend Yurb. As her emotions grew more complex, she had learned a quiet horror at such devastation as she was seeing. As much as she had continued trying to help, eventually she had been too exhausted to do so.
Syd had retired to the comfort of her ship, and fed on the risidual electricity from a number of busted electronics she had scavenged, flesh rippling as she did so. It took a few feedings but eventually she was back to full strength, ready to head out and continue. As she did, one of the Yurb natives, a Lervon ran up to her.
"Lady Celsius?" The male Lervon asked,
"Yes?" Syd asked.
"Your help is required in the desert..."
"What for?"
"The Lervon have never forgotten the service you did in slaying that horrid Coven. But the small lake that serves as the grave of that abomination you killed is unquiet. Some of us have spotted lights in it, even in daylight."
Syd frowned. "I shall go there at once. Have there been any other irregularities?"
"Small dust storms around it, that never seem to leave their position. Minor earthquakes. There have also been reports of unidentified bandits in the area who have gotten ahold of military weaponry from the fallen Bryn'adul and have begun harassing our caravans. The real concern is that they might decide to start selling what they find to black market privateers. We 'cannot' allow that. You've seen what their weapons do. We're still picking their siege towers out of our teeth! And if the quakes in the desert get worse..."
Syd knew how serious this was. "I'm on it."
"Thank you, Lady Celsius. May the Force be with you."
Syd knew she had chosen wisely crafting an elderly appearance. It made her trustworthy. Her old guise, with its skintight, unnaturally metallic chrome armor and flawless beauty had instinctively repelled others due to the sheer unnatural-ness of it. No one would have ever approached her so unhesitatingly in the old days.
Without another word, Syd Celsius flew off into the sky. She knew where to go.
The flight did not take long, especially with her going at top speed, over fields of military wreckage. They still hadn't gotten all the dead lifted out. She could see whole armies of clean up crews. The War Economy proves its point again. (War is meaningless: 100 XP)
(Tragic MGS4 Main Theme Plays)
She made a note to scavenge for sweet loot later. Inevitably, she reached the lake where she had entombed and killed that abomination. Just as the Lervon claimed, localized dust storms refused to abate.
Syd landed near it, her bronze long sleeved gown fluttering slightly as she approached the lake. The pulse of magic from the dead remnant of the dead abomination at the bottom had been causing very minor earthquakes. The creature's power had been so great even dead it was starting to cause problems.
She could feel it...this place was on the cusp of being a nexus rather than a mere disturbance. If the earthquakes got worse...
Syd concentrated. She would be thorough this time.
She began drawing the lake's magical energy into herself using the Light to aid her, and absorbing it. Her flesh shuddered and wriggled horrendously everywhere as she did, but she forced herself to draw in the entire remnant. At times, she seriously wondered just how much more magic her flesh could take in. Her very soul was so heavily twisted by magical forces that she knew there was zero chance of them ever fully seperating...
But that still begged the question: How much before her cells and spirit said enough was enough?
Syd did not have time to worry about that. She had a planet to help safeguard.
Her flesh ceased warping, the magical remnant, purified by her prior efforts, nonetheless causing her to take on the appearance of the witch leader that had nearly killed her. It was a disturbing and unsettling revelation. More odd was how she didn't feel fully herself. She was still of the light. But she wasn't thinking like Syd thought...
(Plasmid Acquisition Theme Plays)
(Syd gained a new Force Power!)
Force Power: SORCERESS OF YURB
Absorbing the magical energy of the Lake Grave has permanently altered Syd's flesh, granting her the ability to become The Sorceress of Yurb while on Yurb or any desert planet, enabling her to use Geokinesis, heal 007 times as fast in desert environs or Sand Related Magical spells, but only while in this guise, and only on a desert planet can this Force Power be used. Down sides are increased vulnerability to water and flame, and the inability to heal without sand or stone present. Persona also has the down side of forming its own objectives for The Light Side. Constant acts to benefit The Lurvon are required for persona to stay in control. Bears the face of the leader of the murderous coven of witches that once menaced Yurb. Improved effects while in Yurb itself.
The Sorceress of Yurb, not fully Syd, was in control, its only concern the dominance of the Light over all of Yurb. It chose to follow its other selfs directives, walking from the now calmed lake as a fair skinned blonde woman of middle age, whose inhuman nature was given away only by how the skin on her face rippled occasionally.
Twenty minutes later.
It did not take long for The Sorceress of Yurb to locate evidence of the unknown bandits activities. A lot of dead Lervons, ambushed and murdered for the experimental medical supplies they had been moving. The Sorceress's heart wept for them but there was little she could do except find their killers. The corpses were still bleeding or smoking. They could not have gotten far.
The Sorceress concentrated, feeling the vibrations of the earth via her Geokinesis ability, She felt a strong concentration of vibrations in the east, not far from the wreckage of the Caravan. Raising a platform of sand, she stepped on it and made it travel, connected to the sands at high speed to reach the source of the vibrations she was still feeling.
She at last spotted them, using armored speeders to make a break for it, a flick of her hand, and sand barriers popped up, causing the speeders to smash into them and tumble across the desert floor.
The Sorceress strode to them, stepping off her sand platform.
One of them was still in shape to fight. Four, actually. They looked bruised and bloody, wearing stolen SJO armor.
"It is unwise to resist. Throw down your weapons and I will be merciful." The Sorceress of Yurb commanded, activating one end of her lightsaber, the pulsating orange blade angled out towards them as one drew a vibro-bisento and the other standard vibroswords.
The Sorceress wanted information. That and only that was keeping her from turning that remaining group into paste.
The biggest one charged with his bisento, and the Sorceress gave him a free shot, the blade impacted on her cheek, but due to the nature of the enchantment currently powering her flesh, the sword might as well have been striking rock, and her skin cracked and crumbled around the wound like sand as she pulled it away, launching into a crisp falling avalanche attack, bashing her saber against his from a vertical position furiously with him falling back at every point, until she disarmed him by cutting off both his arms. He passed out from the shock.
The Sorceress pointed the blade at the others.
"Do you accept my quarter?"
"Nah," one bandit snarled rushing her.
The Sorceress of Yurb blinked, and the sand in front of the charging bandit, emptied out into a small pit he tumbled into, the sand sealing above and around him to the consistency of stone, with a small hole for him to breath out of.
The remaining ones dropped their weapons.
"Now..." The Sorceress said in a pleasant manner. "Lead me to your hideout. By the way, do you have a tranceiver?"
They nodded in silent fear, pointing to one of their overturned speeders. The Sorceress of Yurb moved toward it with a mound of sand underneath her feet doing the moving. The ones who surrendered were encased up to their neck in sand that hardened to stone in seconds as she overturned the speeder using the sand around it. Everyone inside was heavily injured, but would survive. She checked the other speeder. More serious conditions.
The Sorceress drew a pentacle in the sand, forming a pick from the grains of the desert and jamming it into her palm. Glowing green sand spilled into the pentacle. She watched as sand from the desert poured into the wound, repairing the tissue. She placed both palms on her shoulders and began to chant.
The spilt green sand merged together, compressing and hardening into a crystal. A dust storm surrounded it, charged with green lightning.
Little dust storms also charged with green lightning swirled around the injured bandits, healing their wounds quickly, but leaving them unconcious
The effect then ceased and the crystal shattered, its fragments going dark.
The Sorceress of Yurb then used the tranceiver to contact Starlin Rand
, relaying it through her own ship tranceiver, using Syd's voice. She would need Syd's apprentice.
"Syd Celsius to Starlin. I know I've had you busy lately. But I have an excellent teaching opportunity that has just arisen. And good news! It involves bandits. I won't look like my usual self (See Bio). I've had to take in the magical power of a lake on a desert planet to stop earthquakes. When you get to my coordinates you'll know me when you see me. May the Force be with you."
Running the back of his robotic hand across his eyes he wiped away some of his tears. Still on his knees he placed his other hand onto the sand. Closing his eyes he cleared his thoughts. Once cleared it gave an almost perfect recap of what happened.
The Concordia took the impact of the Bryn ship. It killed almost all the crew instantly. Few were alive, on the opposite end of the impact. Slowly the powerless ship descended through the atmosphere. Cracking through the cloud line the ship was now facing downward, on a collision course with the surface. Escape pods could be seen shooting out of the sides. Finally, the ship impacted.
A rush of heat came over him, as if he could feel the explosion right now. It lit up the desert, with pieces of the ship shooting off in every direction. A fireball shot up in the air.
Opening his eyes he looked out once more at the wreckage. The ship was too large to be taken apart and scrapped. This will forever be a reminder of what happened. And that the Bryn will be put to an end.
Looking up into the sky he could see a large vessel descending. Probably more members coming to pay their respects. He decided to head back toward his X-Wing, it would be nice to see Mouse.
She was silent as she listened to their answers. Ura was more showing her emotion rather than being able to tell it. It was hard telling exactly what was the reason behind the pock marked appearance she had taken, damage to what made up her hand and body being revealed as she spoke with sorrow which had Phalsi replying to her first.
"We can always help. But it isn't just a planet that needs help sometimes, Ura Iolar
. Are you feeling alright? Physically I mean." Her eyes turned from Ura in that moment to address Caden Evesa
. "If they strike again, don't stay the hand. From what I have seen of the reports though, they care little for anything other than themselves, and that seems...questionable. Which is why some are here, picking them apart. To learn before we throw ourselves against something we know nothing of. If-"
Another joined them(Josh Dragovalor
) and she became silent in their presence. She could not place the face to a name, but he seemed familiar. A breath, like a toe slipped into the water, a presence she had learned to recognize however drew her attention elsewhere in the force. Her attention was removed from the trio now, scanning for the owner of it before looking back to Ura.
"Your form Ura, it's...you were-hmm." Giving a sound of concern as she narrowed her eyes to the Levron. "Take care of yourself, and your home." She parted with those words, the wind kicking up behind her as she ran towards Coren Starchaser
and the team he was bringing. She had arrived in her own vessel, the Gray Messengerahead of him, but hadn't planned on keeping far from him.
The wind whipped around the red shirts he had brought with him as Phalsi came upon them rather suddenly and quickly. Her feet touched ground, robes no longer whipping around as she looked over the area. A few scowled at her for whipping up dust and debris, but the bland expression in return had them scoffing before moving along.
"Are we just taking parts back or..." She crossed her forearms in the sleeves of her robe and looked to Coren. "Or are we after something special?"
Ura looked over at Phalsi, finally realizing that her injuries were showing. She was spooked for a second, hiding them once again before shakily speaking up. "I.... I lost some of my crystal mass in the battle.... It... it's still sore." Ura's crystals shifted a little out of nervousness before feeling a hand land on her shoulder. She looked back to see Josh, and hear him say that they'd figure out something. She seemed to calm down a bit before speaking up.
As a Master, he was here to help instruct. Passing on the lessons that he had was the number one priority of the Jedi Masters, to learn from the mistakes of their own Master, and pass on what they have learned, for their student, or students, to learn from and keep improving. As for the questions of what people should be doing, he nodded to Ura, allowing the Sand Jedi to figure it out on her own. He was a warrior himself, a stalwart against the dark, but there was a difference between striking back and declaring all out war.
He was pulled from his reverie with the arrival of Phalsi, the one time Jedi who went to OPA and came back to the Silvers. Not a bad thing, it was always a good thing to learn from different walks of life. Coren was testament to that. It was important for a Jedi to see who they were assisting, after all, to make the best choices, rather than arrive and dictate to a planet.
“Welcome aboard Phalsi.” He nodded as the wind came whipping. “We’re looking for any viable samples. I know the dust has settled, but if we can bring anything back, well, remember the tenants. Knowledge is important. So we need to learn what we’re fighting, to fight back.” Or to find a solution.
From orbit, Jyoti couldn't really appreciate the scale of the wreckage, but as she came closer to the surface, she could clearly see the valley sized craters, and house sized scraps of starship hull that dotted the malformed wastes like titanic fangs of mythical leviathans.
A brutal monument to the fall of Concordia.
Just before the blastboat landed, she noticed a grounded X-wing not too far away. She immediately recalled the owner, Okkeus Dainlei
, a Jedi Knight who had attached with her battlegroup during their assault against the Bryn fleet. They had only interacted briefly, but it was nice to see that he had survived as he had come under her command.
Once on the ground, she checked the radiation levels before going outside - elevated, but still within safe parameters. She stepped outside without a hardsuit, but a respirator mask hung loosely around her neck. Her blastboat was less than a hundred meters away from Dainlei's X-wing, so she gave him a wave as she approached his fighter. Behind her, other Jedi and marines began to stream down the ramp, disembarking for surveys.
"Course. Why else would we be here? If there's something to be done, we'll try to do it. Simple as that" he reassured her with a gentle, warm smile. "So the question remains, what? What can we do to help out here? The damage is done, the least we can do is help with the recovery, in some way" he brought up as he looked around at the party around them, then looked to Ura. This was a chance, he hoped, for Ura to learn to take charge. Every Jedi was eventually expected to do just that, and with a cause that he knew Ura was passionate about... This seemed as good a time as any.
Ura looked at her master, her eyes and Force conveying the happiness at hearing that they would do what they could. He noted that the damage was done as her form finally seemed to return fully, making it much clearer what was where. She then looked at the other, and back at Josh. What would there be to that would really need help. While she'd grown up in one of the smaller communities, she new Edsert well enough. She thought for a moment, trying to understand what to do.
"Well... I don't think we'd be much help with Lergara, so.... There's helping setup shelters for everyone, especially the organics that live in Edsert. There's a;so helping with getting families back together. Not the easiest thing without the Force. Then there's medical... but it can be... tricky with Lervon."
Once he arrived at his X-Wing he quickly greeted Mouse, feeling bad for leaving the droid behind.
"How are you doing Mouse?"
The droid gave out a few happy beeps, meaning he was doing fine. Hopping up onto his ship he patted the droid's dome. The gift from Caden Evesa
was really thoughtful. Him and Mouse were growing very close. Looking up he heard a noise in the distance. Out across the dunes he saw a figure approaching. Once they got closer he quickly recognized her as Commander Nooran. He had flown for her during Yurb.
Getting down from his X-Wing he began walking over to her. Meeting her in the middle of a dune he greeted her with a small nod.
"Commander Nooran, nice to see you. How are you doing?"
"Oh please, just cal me Jyoti." she said with a wave of her hand. He was a fellow Jedi and they were outside of combat, so she was much more casual.
"I'm glad to see too. Mmm...I wish I could say that I was doing fine but,"
Her silver eyes fell upon the wreckage of the Concordia, stretching well over the horizon.
"That would be a lie. Though all things considered, I'm doing alright."
It didn't take a psychic to see that he too was unwell, all the telltale signs of misty eyes and puffy skin quite apparent.
"Now that I have you here, I wanted to thank you for leading my bomber group. Your command may have spared them many casualities. The Bryn are brutal and without mercy."
Brutal, but not mindless about their destruction as she had initially thought. It was much worse - quite aware of the misery and destruction they inflicted and almost gleeful about it.
