Faction [THP] Among Rebels and Stars

[Kain Aldore]

Tags Vess Sadragen +Open

As their eyes met Kain provided her with that silly crooked grin of his, which contrasted his sharp features. Yet underneath his smile there was a bitter taste in his mouth. This woman, as she spoke he realized she was grounded, calm even. It was like looking at every Jedi he never could be, shaped into a mold he'd never begin to fill.

"That's just it though, right?" His hands came up like he was in a play. "Look upon my dapper coat, and hand-sewn dress. My lovely styled hair." His arms then folded as he slipped out of character. "Clearly it works for some people, others? They might just enjoy the atmosphere."

"Really?" He looked down at the suit and mumbled. "Maybe if this whole rebellion thing fails I can go and wait tables for the Hutt's."
He snapped back into the conversation looking at Vess. Right hand coming free to point towards her dress. "I return the complement miss. I'd say that cream's your color, goes with your hair... considering it's someone else's skin" Kain gave her a lighthearted chuckle as he echoed her metaphor into the humor.

His eyes shifted to Valery Noble as the grin turned into a full blow smile, though it was more than just humor. "Yeah. That tracks. The woman has an infectious orbit, seems she attracts all sorts. Former Jedi, people tired of bureaucracy like yours truly, bounty hunters, chiss. Hell, Mand'alor the Iron himself."

Kain looked back in the direction of his wall companion. "It seems we're of kindred sorts then. I'd planed to spend the night under my ship, good tunes to drown the thoughts away, and a bit too much energy for it being this late." His head tiled up to the top of the hanger, in hind sight, there were hundreds, no thousands of things everyone here could be doing instead of this exact thing. It all seemed inane.

His head fell back to the crowd where he saw Jane having the time of her life. "Huh..." Every impression told him that she functioned how she appeared, not cold, but factual. A young pragmatist, yet here she was, dancing away, laughing gleefully. His mind raced though it all, and he hit a conclusion. He'd been so worked up, his injury in the senate building on coruscant, the fact that before he'd even healed from the burns he'd joined the Path and went straight into rebellion life, teaching former padawans how to be smugglers.

His eyes widened as the reality of it set in. "Whills, I sound like my saber instructor..." The words left him, half horror, half defiance. He never wanted to be like those Jedi who pushed him from the order. His hips rocked up and away from the wall, his hand outstretched to Vess. "Wanna dance?" Now that right there was inane he thought, but something needed to give. Maybe it was the same for her.

He tilted his head towards the dance floor "I warn you, despite my appearance it's been like twenty-something years since I last danced, but I sure as hell didn't fight with this dumb outfit just to come here and be a wall flower. And you're clearly conquering that dress with no trips as far as I've seen. We're here, might as well make the most of the absurdity right?"

 

[Caelan Valoren]

They danced as if there was no one else there. Caelan was careful to keep them from running into anyone, though, since they weren't alone. There were plenty of people on the dance floor, and plenty of toes to be stepped on if they weren't careful. Fortunately, a large number of those present could utilize the Force to some extent, and that meant that a lot of them were probably passively using it to help guide their steps. Caelan was, though he didn't realize that was the case.

Her words found his mind, and he didn't immediately think she meant the gala, but life itself. The incident on Lazerian at Anavi's funeral had nearly killed them. Had the Force not warned him of what was coming, they both would probably have been dead, along with his children.

Don't give me all the credit for that, he sent to her. The Force had a hand in the warning.

Though he had created the barrier which saved them, he could not take full credit, and he wouldn't. He didn't want her to worship him as a savior, because he wasn't one. He'd just been lucky enough to have the right skills at the right moment. Though he did believe she had merely said what she had because of her affections towards him. He also returned those affections towards her.

Though I am deeply grateful for the fact that you survived.

He continued to hold her close as they danced, his eyes watching hers when she looked up at him. They sparkled, her eyes did, in a way he hadn't seen in a very long time. It was true, how he'd been told she felt of him. That realization lifted a gate which allowed his feelings for her to begin to grow as well. Perhaps there was some truth to the fact that new life could spring from tragedy. Much like how a forest fire cleanses the woods of old growth and allows new growth to thrive.

Perhaps this time with Xian was his new growth.

ATTIRE: LINK | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Xian Xiao ​

 

[Vess Sadragen]

She studied him as he spoke, observing the way his energy flowed from his restless hands to the crooked grin that eventually tugged at his lips. He was animated, irreverent, but there was something real behind it. It drew a subtle tilt of her head, and then a smile of her own, quiet but genuine. She let herself play along, adopting the posture of someone who belonged in a room full of finely dressed people trying just a little too hard to look like they weren't. The smile widened as he kept going, and a soft laugh slipped free, more out of surprise than anything else. He had a kind of charm unrefined, maybe, but honest.

When he complimented her dress, she glanced down as if reconsidering it through his eyes, fingers brushing briefly against the subtle embroidered pattern along the waist. The cream-colored fabric caught the light softly, highlighting the intricate design woven into it a piece chosen with care, but not meant to draw attention. Still, the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. Faint, but unmistakable. A laugh again, a little self-deprecating this time. "Yeah, definitely someone else's skin," she echoed, the humor warm but edged in truth.

Her gaze followed his to Valery, and then flicked back to him. "And ne'er-do-wells too stubborn to die or change," she added, this time with a cheeky grin that reached her eyes. There was no bitterness in it only familiarity.

She watched the realization settle over him like dust, that subtle shift in expression when something hit a little too close to home. But rather than press it, she let him find his own way through it. When he finally extended the invitation, she didn't answer right away. Her eyes dropped to the offered hand, thoughtful, uncertain not because she didn't want to, but because the idea felt foreign. Distant.

When was the last time she danced? Had she ever, really, outside the privacy of a home that no longer existed?

Her teeth caught the corner of her lower lip for a beat, then she let out a soft breath and reached out, her fingers brushing his before settling into the shape of the offer. "Why not?" she said, lifting her eyes to meet his. "Might as well make the most of these getups. And I suppose," she added with a wry smirk, "the music's not terrible."

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TAG: Kain Aldore + OPEN

 

[Connel Vanagor]

REBELS AND STARS
ODESSEN
OBJ 1

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

When she complimented his father, and then him, albeit it indirectly, he nodded appreciatively. It was important to remember those who brought them to this point, but not dwell on them. Thank you.

Buster was busy saying “Hiiiiii” to another couple next to them when Kat started saying how things were pointless.

Tell me someone hurt you, without telling me someone hurt you.

It made him upset at first, but only for a moment as he thought about the relationship his parents had. He thought about what they both taught him and how this very gathering was important.

I get that. I understand how it could feel like you are going in circles. I used to feel the same way. I guarantee you that my father did as well. Like said, the old me would not even consider coming here. He would be finding some operation to be on… trying to do it all alone because that is how he felt. He felt he had to do it alone, like his father.

It was clear, to him, that she wanted to leave, but he was not going to let her, at least not until a spin and a point he was wanting to make. That very reason is why gatherings like this are important. Why working with others, a team like I found, is important, to realize you are not alone. One Jedi can make a difference, yes, but a group? A group that could come together, even if only once in a while to appreciate the little things? It makes it all easier, even worthwhile in some respects. It may not make it worth it, but it could help realize that we’re in this together. That we have a reason to keep going.

He sighed. My father, he used to tell me stories about the old Order, the old Republic. He told me stories about how the rules were so rigid, so “straight edge” that it ultimately led to the sacking of the Temple by one of their own… one he survived… and twenty years of hiding and operating in shadows like this. I know we’re in the same situation under different circumstances, but he spent most of those twenty years relying only on himself. I don’t want to live like that… and no one else here does.

He shrugged. I mean no disrespect, but to me that is pointless.

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • Caelan Valoren • Xian Xiao • Katarine Ryiah • Thurion Heavenshield​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1943
Location: – Odessen
Assigned Craft: None
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30) (Getting an oil bath, go figure)
Current Mood: Quiet
Background Noise: Quiet night.

“Flavor” What? What are we, food? I mean, I get what he’s asking, but really? “Flavor”? I mean… I guess I could mention I’m a Learner… of course we all are here, except for him, I guess… and Ace.I guess it’s just his way of asking about our personality or unique traits. Still, it feels odd to describe myself that way. Maybe I’ll just stick to the basics—what I’ve learned, what I’ve done, and leave the “flavor” to others.

I was basically born in a cockpit… can fly just about anything… can fix too… I guess I’m working at being an “Ace”.

“Flavor”.


– Michael A.
Why do I wanna open up an ice cream shop?


TAG: Acier Moonbound | Aether Verd | Pari Sylune | Vera Noble

This is where he is speaking

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Tags: Connel Vanagor

As they moved together in rhythm, he spoke of how he saw the galaxy and the rebellion they had chosen to fight. Katarine listened, her delicate hands resting lightly on his shoulder, her gaze soft. His words stirred an old memory of another voice, another time. So long ago that most of the galaxy had forgotten his name, but she hadn't. Master Vohn Excel had once told her she didn't have to carry every burden alone and that strength was found in trust and in others. He had said those words just before naming her a Jedi Master. The memory brought a faint smile to her lips.

"I agree that being with others matters. But in the broader sweep of history…" She let out a quiet breath. "Empires rise, rebellions fall. One replaces the other. War seems… endless."

The music filled the silence that followed, each of them drifting into their own thoughts. Katarine's eyes caught Buster weaving between dancers, the little fellow clearly the life of the gathering. The sight tugged a grin from her despite herself.

Her smile faded as another thought surfaced. "Why did this organization break from the Galactic Alliance?" she asked softly. "After the Imperials seized Coruscant… I wasn't there.... but I know Master Valery Noble was the leader of the New Jedi Order. The Galactic Alliance thinks most of you are lost or worse. I'm just trying to make sense of it all since I wasn't part of it." Her voice caught, and she frowned. Admitting it felt like a weight in her chest. So many had fought, had bled, had died. And where had she been? Drowning in her own chaos, too consumed by shadows to stand with them.

"Maybe I'm the one who is lost."

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Acier Moonbound Aether Verd Pari Sylune Michael Angellus

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Vera perked right up when Pari mentioned snacks, sitting forward with interest. "Snacks? What kind?" she asked quickly, eyes lighting up at the sight of the bag. She leaned back a little after, tugging her own pack closer and patting it with a grin. "I've got some too, stashed away for emergencies. We can do a trade if you want."

Her gaze shifted toward Aether when his question settled over the group, and she smirked at him. "Making evenings more difficult is supposed to be my job," she said, her tone teasing but confident, like she was daring him to argue the point.

Acier was in for a treat.

When it came time to answer him properly, her grin softened, and she let her hand rest against the grass beside her. "I'm a Seer," she explained, "I see things sometimes. I help people with visions, help them find clarity or catch glimpses of what's coming. I'm not much of a fighter yet, but I've got a few tricks that keep me and the people I care about safe."

She shrugged once, "That's my flavor, I guess."

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[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Red Dress | Wedding Ring

Valery leaned into the warmth of his hand, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she let out a breath. The comfort she drew from him had never faded, no matter how many years had passed or how heavy the weight on their shoulders had grown. Between his touch and the love of their children, she always found the strength to keep going.

"You're right," she said softly, opening her eyes again to meet his. "I want to be home more. I couldn't forgive myself if our babies ever started to wonder where their mother was."

She let her hand trail down his arm as she spun away with her usual elegance, the sweep of her gown and the rhythm of the music carrying her until she drew back into his embrace. This time her smile was warmer, the softness of her eyes matching it. "But tonight," she said with a playful tone, "It's just the two of us."

Her gaze flicked upward, toward the windows that revealed the hill and the open night sky beyond. "After this dance, why don't we head up there together? Look at the stars for a while, talk, and then retreat to our little place for the night."

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Pari Sylune]

Pari watched happily as her cookies were passed around, the others seeming to enjoy the snacks she brought. She sat back onto the grass, her teak colored eyes drifting up to the stars. The evening certainly was a beautiful one, and one full of introspection as the armor clad Mando asked his question.

"I'm a healer. I've been working in the medical tent. Sadly not much of a warrior yet. I still haven't even built my lightsaber."

She felt her cheeks blush as she admitted this shortcoming, but she figured she may as well be honest.

Vera Noble Aether Verd Acier Moonbound Michael Angellus

 

[Connel Vanagor]

REBELS AND STARS
ODESSEN
OBJ 1

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

She seemed to be (at least somewhat) open to what he was saying. Not that he was trying to convince her, but at least she wasn’t so set in her ways that she was just going to tune him out like some do. So, a good thing to say the least. Maybe it does, but that is the nature of things. Cycles.

Her question about the Alliance was a fair one. After all, they just up and left. Many might say that they abandoned the very people they vowed to protect, but did they? Or did they just take another path?

I see what you did there.

He had to genuinely think about it for a moment. He could speak from the heart and say why he left, and probably will… but she was asking as a whole. Why does any Empire, or Alliance fall? Too big? Too complacent? We enjoyed a long period of peace, maybe it became too easy to fall back on that? When the Empire hit, and they hit hard it was just like any will to fight was gone. Like “we’re bigger than they are, we got this”.

That thought, though objective, made him visibly shaken. . It was as if those in charge just rolled over and gave up. We got suckerpunched and they just wanted to sit there and apologize, and get out of the bully’s way, or so it seemed. I mean, my father died in front of the old Jedi Temple, he gave himself up so that millions did not die when those two Star Destroyers would have crashed.

He sighed again. There are those who said it was an “ego” move on his part. Jedi… who jumped sides like THAT. He snapped his fingers. He was a lot of things, but “egocentric”? No. The others? They wanted to find a peaceful resolution. Sorry, but even Jedi have to fight sometimes. This is one of those times. So I left. My friends were leaving and I left with them. He was honestly embarrassed at the comments, but they were truthful.

Then she mentioned how she felt lost, and that seemed to help him. Then you need a beacon to help find your way back… this place… these people… I would be willing too… every traveller needs a beacon.

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • Caelan Valoren • Xian Xiao • Katarine Ryiah • Thurion Heavenshield​

 

[Phobos]

Objective II
Tags: Reina Daival

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...Low, boys, low,
Hear the waters sigh and flow,
Worlds may burn, but the sea won't know,
Sing the stars down low...

A flicker of light appeared, out in the darkness of Odessen. Green, vibrant, and even somewhat ghastly. As though it were a specter out there in the chill of night. A spirit holding onto the world, unable to pass.

In reality, it was just Phobos, drawn in by the sound of singing. She felt nostalgic for some reason. The melodies made her mind think of vast oceans, a sensation she longed to feel against her skin. The Ashspawn did not know why she longed for the sea. Water was her weakness. It snuffed her flames and cut her off from the Force. How could one desire that which hurt them? Hearing a shanty belted out to the stars made her, if only briefly, feel like she was living another life. Perched upon the deck of a ship as a little girl...

She didn't even remember being a child.

"That is a very somber song."

Phobos drew her hood up before she emerged from the darkness, hiding her flames beneath her cloak.

"A-apologies," she hastily stated with a flustered bow. "I'm afraid I got on the wrong shuttle and am very lost. Though... I guess I didn't really have a destination in mind. Your singing... drew me in. I am unsure of why."

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective 2

"It's Somber, but it's one of the songs used to sing me to sleep as a kid. Not...like directly. But I'd hear it going to bed."

If Phobos expected Reina to act surprised at her presence, or even at her appearance, the Ersansyr didn't seem to do either, raising a small hand in greeting before turning to face the woman, with Reina raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. Someone got lost and got close to finding where the Hidden Path base was...Well, the stranger seemed nice enough so Reina wasn't overly worried about it.

"It's probably my voice that drew you in. Sorry about that. It's...how do I explain it..."

A more accurate question would be how did she explain it without trauma dumping on the poor stranger. Going into detail about how you got kidnapped and genetically altered against your permission would have been enough to scare off anyone...

"...It's like a siren. The water kind. I don't know how to fully control it. I'd need to find another Ersansyr for that...and I haven't been able to get in contact with any. I'm Reina, by the way."

As she spoke about her voice, Reina pointed at her neck, letting Phobos see the somewhat concealed gills. It wasn't entirely something Reina was keeping a secret of...but she also didn't want to show it off to everyone.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Phobos]

Objective II
Tags: Reina Daival

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As she spoke about her voice, Reina pointed at her neck, letting Phobos see the somewhat concealed gills. It wasn't entirely something Reina was keeping a secret of...but she also didn't want to show it off to everyone.

Phobos couldn't help but freeze up for a moment. Was her neck showing? Or rather her lack of one? She moved her hands up to the collar of her cloak, which was covering up to her chin. After noticing the gills that the woman had brought attention to, however, she recognized that it was not in reference to her.

"An... Ersansyr?" the young woman mused. "That is not a name I have heard before..."

She paused for a moment.

"Strange. I-I was about to say I miss the ocean, but..." Phobos muttered. Her face became a darker grey, clearly her version of a blush. "N-nevermind. It was a silly thought. Oh, uh, Phobos. That is my name." Notably, Phobos did not say what she was.

All this talk of the sea was making it difficult for her to think straight. Why couldn't she stop thinking about it?

"This place... it is light," she noted, her eyes blinking as she glanced around. It was almost like the woman was seeing in a spectrum invisible to the eye. "There are other people like you here, are there not? I met a kind young girl that was from your order before. She was also something I had not seen before. Her skin was covered in lights that changed with her emotions."

Zaiya Ceti had kindly helped her get out of the rain. She wondered what happened to the girl after they parted ways.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective 2

"Oh. I'm not part of the Jedi Order anymore. I'm...still like a Jedi. Just not with them."

Reina hadn't properly interacted with Zaiya, so she didn't know that was who Phobos was referring to. She kept an eyebrow raised however as her eyes were focused on Phobos' face, watching as it became a darker gray. Of course, she had no clue how unnerving having a pair of glowing orange eyes staring at you could be, but it wasn't something Reina actually thought about.

"I missed the ocean for a while. It was my home growing up. But I'll say, there's no such thing as a silly thought. If you miss the ocean...Maybe it's something to do with the smell. Or the Force."

She leaned against her tree, letting her gaze finally shift to look over at the campfires lit amongst the place, watching people talk amongst themselves. It was pretty light...yet Reina had a feeling that Phobos didn't mean light in the traditional sense.

"A lot of the people here are fighters. They're fighting for a purpose. A reason. They want to protect the Galaxy...but I've seen a few kids here as well. Kids who might not know better. That came here because their teachers did. But there are plenty of Jedi here. All of them are amazing, and I wish I was on their level."

It wasn't something Reina entirely approved of herself, even though she was technically one of those people. She was an adult though. She could make her own choices.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Jane
Outfit

Oh. Oh. Someone was definitely getting slapped in the face if they were going to be dancing like that. And Lestra didn't want it to be himself. But he also definitely didn't want to break his hand slapping her in the face. Why must life be so difficult? Because yes, dancing with a friend was so much more difficult, not because Lestra being afraid of making a fool of himself, he didn't want to hurt himself.

"Huh...You know...You don't have to copy my moves, right Jane? You can do your own moves. Be your own...animal."

Where was he even going with this? He didn't know. All he knew is if Jane continued to flail her hands like that near Lestra's shoulder, there was a chance his shoulder was going to get a bunch of metal slamming into it. yet he raised an eyebrow at the bunny hop move. That was pretty good at least. It wasn't something Lestra would do.

"I get'cha. I suppose we can dance like that."

He shrugged his shoulders, since Lestra wasn't going to say no and ruin that small little smile. If he ended up breaking his hand from dancing...Well, it was worth it for the little smile Jane had.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Tags: Connel Vanagor

As he spoke, Katarine nodded, letting his words paint the scene in her mind. The Senate, complacent, letting an Empire steamroll its people. The military, blind to the sheer force such an Empire could summon. Another cycle, repeating as it always seemed to. Yet, through that dark realization, a glimmer of light broke through: this time, the Jedi hadn't been caught unaware.

Order 66 had devastated them once before, but now the survivors had learned. They stood together, trusting one another rather than placing their faith in a government destined to betray them.

Maybe some cycles could be broken after all.

The thought lifted her spirit but what came next surprised her even more. He had only just met her, and already he was offering to help her find her way. He was telling her that these people would stand with her, and that he personally would do the same. It was unexpectedly touching, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a little less alone.

She gave him an uncertain but grateful smile, her deep green eyes warm with the gesture. "Maybe I'll stick around and take you up on that. Only if Buster can be my beacon too, though."

As if on cue, the little dog pressed against her leg, nuzzling affectionately. She laughed, and for the first time all night her body loosened, the tension in her shoulders easing, just a fraction, but enough that she noticed it.

"So," she asked lightly, a hint of teasing in her voice, "do you have any other family here? Brothers? Sisters? I'm guessing the woman who keeps eyeing us is your mom, maybe? That or your wife wondering why I'm keeping you so occupied." The warmth in her tone carried the jest, and she found the thought oddly sweet. Really, bringing your mom to a party? That was endearing.

 

[Phobos]

Objective II
Tags: Reina Daival

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"A lot of the people here are fighters. They're fighting for a purpose. A reason. They want to protect the Galaxy...but I've seen a few kids here as well. Kids who might not know better. That came here because their teachers did. But there are plenty of Jedi here. All of them are amazing, and I wish I was on their level."

"If there are other Jedi here, then it seems like there is a Jedi Order here as well," Phobos mused, offering a smile. "Maybe it just isn't the kind you were a part of before. You Jedi folk seem to have a lot of different flavors of expression across the galaxy."

That explained all the presences she had felt. She could not help but wonder if she knew anyone amongst the Jedi here now. It had been a while since Phobos had met with a Jedi, admittedly. It seemed that her journey had brought her down a different path. The Ashspawn seemed friendly, at least now that her initial timid nature was eased. In fact, she hardly seemed bothered by Reina's strangeness at all.

After all, Phobos knew she was stranger. She hid herself for a reason. It had genuinely scared people before.

"I'm not much of a fighter," she admitted, folding her hands together. Only four digits graced her hands. Three fingers, one thumb. It wasn't clear what she even was. "I don't believe I'd be very good at picking up a weapon. Bringing harm to others is a thought that... makes me shudder. It is not my place. N-not to condemn fighting for freedom, though. The galaxy needs people who can stand against evil."

Phobos's eyes lit up. Quite literally. They seemed to glow a little brighter as a thought crossed her mind.

"Are your friends in need of a healer?" the woman asked. "I've come to find that I am quite naturally adept at tending to the wounds of others. I'd certainly hate for the altruism of good people to leave them battered and bloody."

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective 2

"I suppose. It's not like there's a Jedi council here. Think there's a whole...rebel council though. I don't know."

The council hadn't been something Reina had really thought of. She had never been much for leadership, but the more she thought about it...Maybe she should start to get out of her comfort zone about it. She folded her arms along her front as she watched Phobos. The four digits didn't bother Reina that much. After all, there was every chance that Reina's fingers could get replaced with claws.

"There's nothing wrong with not being a fighter. I used to think that. But I was wrong. You don't need to hurt people to make a difference. As long as you are bringing smiles to the Galaxy, no-one can fault you for whatever you do."

She shrugged her shoulders at that. Reina was a fighter. She knew that. But she struggled to make any change. At least that's what she thought. She could bash herself up against a wall but that wouldn't solve anything. Yet Reina raised an eyebrow at the asking of a healer and Reina gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she thought about it.

"Healers are always welcome. We've got some nerdy looking Mirialan working with us. Think he used to be a Jedi, but he just says he's a Doctor now. I dunno."

Reina waved her hand at that, totally not talking about Shan in this moment. Healing was something she was trying to stay away from. Though that reminded Reina of something, as she rummaged around in her jacket, popping out a container of tablets before taking one of them. If it wasn't for her medication, Reina would probably be an anxious mess even being out in public.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Phobos]

Objective II
Tags: Reina Daival

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"I'd love to help if I can," Phobos expressed, her tone warm. Then her confidence faltered for a moment. "Oh... uh..."

Well, she probably wouldn't be of much help to anyone hiding herself. What was it that the Bendu had told her?

Balance cannot be achieved while one hides behind shadows. You would be best to not walk their path.

And here she was, hiding herself. If she wanted to aid others, perhaps she should be honest and open about who she was. Even if it was...

"You can't have my name! Or my soul!" He blurted out, then winced.

Alarming.

Slowly, Phobos withdrew her hood, letting her fiery mane free. It was warm, but not oppressive like true fire. It was blanket-like in quality, a gentle and comforting heat rather than one that would burn the skin. It was, after all, the source of her healing power. It would naturally be more comforting than not. An embarrassed expression crossed the young woman's face.

"Do you think I might scare anyone?" she asked earnestly.

 

[Jayna Ismet-Thio]

Objective: Visit Dad's new crew
Location: Odessen
Outfit:Travel clothes
Tags: Jax Thio | Vera Noble | Acier Moonbound | Aether Verd | Michael Angellus | Pari Sylune | Zaiya Ceti | Aris Noble

Odessen was a new place for Jayna. And her first time meeting with some of her dad's friends, or associates in this sort of relaxed setting. She had been with her father several times on his adventures in the Outer Rim. Of course, she wasn't old enough or trained enough to actually participate. She had to find a safe place and wait for it to all be done. Once she was part of a chase, but even that wasn't too exciting. She had also been to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. As Jayna has been very clear that she would decide what her Force talents meant for her life all in good time, she hadn't been so excited about seeing younglings, instead she merely tagged along and trying to figure out which of the older Jedi were the "coolest".

As they arrived, Jayna was given permission to go ahead of her father. Night had fallen, but Jax must have trusted his friend's security and his connection to his daughter to allow her the slightest bit of freedom to explore. It was something that Jayna had been begging for. Dad was very set in his opinion of what Jayna should be. Despite that, Jayna didn't think of Jax as a washed-up old man, like many teens would of their parents. Jayna's desire to keep her options open, however, led to many talks that were less than friendly. Perhaps in this less strict Jedi environment, a little freedom was just what Jayna needed to start seeing the Jedi way as a possibility, instead of something that Jax was mandating she learn and practice.

As she walked Jayna heard talking. She looked over her shoulder to where she knew her dad was, but she didn't stop moving towards the gathering. There she found several young people gathered. She wasn't sure what exactly was being done, but she also noticed that an armored Mandalorian was with them as well. This was going to be quite interesting. She knew from talking with her dad that not everyone in the Hidden Path was a Jedi. But she wasn't exactly expecting Mandalorians.

"Hey guys. What're you up to? I'm Jayna…Jayna Thio-Ismet…Is it ok if I join you?"