Faction [THP] Call to Arms

[Runar Ulfsson]

O B J E C T I V E - I I

TAG: OPEN

Runar sat out in the cold winds of Eshan, the breeze hitting his face as he blinked away the gentle snowflakes from his eyes as the cold air hit his lungs, breathing in a ice cold breath, slivers of cold seeming to pierce his nostrils as he took one deep breath after another, attempting to ignore the feeling of dread that washed over him as his mind thought of the not so distant future.


Finally his eyes focused on the task that he had set out in front of him, his lightsaber laid sat out in his lap, an old lightsaber one that was not forged by him, rather it was handed to him as a tool. He took the hilt into his hand as he drew it out in front of him, reminiscent of Form IV, a form he had learned the basics of to understand how to combat it. The switch felt.. clumsy in his grip as he turned it on, a purple blade extended out in front of him as that all too familiar hum hit his ears, snowflakes melting as it hit the blade's beam.


Runar's eyes shut as he just let the noise of the blade hit his senses, the noise it erupted had become all too familiar to him over the years memories flashed into his brain as he fought off them memories trying to regain focus, images of blood... faces he had once held dear... begging... pleading... for mercy... forgiveness... peace.


The ice cold breaths filled his lungs as sweat began to bead on his skin, freezing near instantly as they fell onto the cold ground of Eshan, emotions began to stir deep within him as he tried to suppress them: anger, hatred, loathing. It was all he cold manage to turn the blade off, the purple blade hissing back to the hilt. Runar shook his head as he continued to let the deep breathes escape, trying to calm himself down from the sudden rise in emotions he had experienced. The memories of his past still lingered heavy on his mind.

The Path Forward is Never as Easy as the Path Behind.​

 

[Kayla Luspark]

O B J E C T I V E 1 - Hangars of Hope

Tag: Michael Angellus Alison Sky Nash Tavros Devin Virell Zane Cameron

Kayla Luspark leaned over the small sink in her quarters' 'fresher, hands braced on either side of the mirror. It didn't look like it at first glance, bt age was catching up with her. Reflexes were slower.

But she'd compensated with experience, refined skill. This wasn't her first fight. Not even her first major fleet action. No. But like every one, it could be her last.

That was the harsh reality she'd committed to decades ago. And one all too visceral and real. How many had she lost over the years? How many would she lose with the coming dawn? And why was it never her time?

Kayla pushed back from the mirror. Fetching the sleeves of her flight suit, she tied them around her waist. It might not be proper form, but better than getting it dirty. Especially if they had to Scramble. Half the squadron was already set for alert launch. Not that a half dozen fighters would do much good against the enemy come to annihilate another world. But it could buy them a screen. Buy them time.

The rest of the unit was on high alert as well, as they were hours away from combat.

She didn't have to be Force Sensitive to feel the tension in the air.

It was apparent as she stepped onto the hangar deck. The sharp scents of solvents and grease wafted past her. The hum of repulsors thrummed through her bones, her core. Both sent a wave of relaxation through her and a surge of energy.

This. This felt like home. Not cushy corporate offices. Not the finest clubs of Coronet City. Here. With grease under the nails and calloused hands.

As she walked the deck, she nodded to the new squadron members. Striker Squadron. All of them were so young. Part of her wanted to say naive, but she knew better. No, they came knowing the risks. But today would make it real for them in ways they never expected. Which ones wouldn't come home, she didn't know.

But it was her job to look after them if nothing else.

Force protect these kids as they protect those who cannot protect themselves.
Let them fill the gap and if they should give their last breath, let it be in the name of Life.
Help me forge them into the sword cutting through the darkness and aimed true.

She gave a few smiles and waves, making her way over to the newer X-wing she'd been issued. It didn't take long to qualify on the machine. Vidu was still grumbling about the recon X-wings she owned. Wouldn't be long before she owned this one too.

Looking up, she noted the kill silhouettes emblazoned on the side. And the racy bit of nose art. A pinup of herself. "Killer Kayla" If only she were twenty years younger. Still, it brought a smile to her face.

Quietly, she went about her walk-around inspection, noting one of the crew chiefs watching her. Before long a service droid shuffled over to her. "Major Luspark?"

She inclined her chin. "What is it?"
"Could you sign these forms here and here?"
She took the datapad, scanning it over, then signed in the places she needed to. "There you go."
"Thank you." The vaguely masculine sounding droid replied and shuffled off.

Vidu bumped her leg, as he'd come up to her during the short interaction. "Hey you. Everything topped off?"
[Of course. I'm not a two-bit hack,] Vidu replied.
"Never thought you were. Just double-checking. This might be the largest battle we've ever been in. I don't... even know if we're going to make it home, buddy. So just making sure everything's tight as a drum."
[You really gonna do this?]
"No. We... are doing this. Just know it's been an honor." Her jaw tightened just a little
[Oh, don't go getting all mushy on me now. My circuits can't handle it.]

Kayla broke out in a laugh and nodded. "Trying not to. There's just so much to do. And to let people know."

Vido lapsed into silent digital thought, photoceptor swinging back and forth between her and the fighter. [We'll get through this. The odds suck. But they always have.]

Kayla nodded. "I'm Corellian. Beating long odds are what we do. Just... hang on tight for me tomorrow. Okay?"
[I'm not going anywhere.]
"Good."

Kayla cleared her throat and wiped some dust away from the corner of one eye. "So this hunk o' junk worth it?"

[It's slower but it's a tank. And it can lay down some pain.]

"Good. Get plugged in. I know we're not leaving yet, but this close to the front, we could have to get going at a moment's notice."

Vidu beeped an affirmative and wheeled off to get one of the techs to load him up.

Kayla turned away, standing at the nose of her new fighter, watching the rest of the bay.

 

[Susanoo Tsukuyomi]

Objective 1
Kayla Luspark Michael Angellus Alison Sky Nash Tavros Devin Virell Zane Cameron

There was a tension in the air.. she could feel it even if she was not certain. Based on all reports and warning predictions she had been updated with... The potential for war and attacks was only going to get bigger and bigger. She stood there at the water beat down and the heavier steam was around. Taking only a moment when she heard someone come in as she walked to finish. Grabbing her flight suit as she was walking from the fresher into one of the sleeping chambers. She stood there for a moment longer and got dressed strapping her boots as needed and slid a combat blade into her boot sheath.

There was a small look as her flight suits arms were wrapped around her waist when she was fixing her hair with the soft glow of her interface on her glasses. She made sure her hair was secured and at the ready when she was walking down the hallway into the hanger. There were others there when she looked as they had insisted the X-Wing be used... most couldn't match the atrisian fighter in systems and it would pull ahead to much to be effective if she stayed with them. So she had taken the X-Wing as she stood there and the mechanic barely came to her stomach who was working on it.

"You are going to want to zip up girl." The older woman said it and Susanoo looked at her for a moment as she shrugged and could see a few of the others of the squadron that had been formed. She started checking while sliding her arms into the flightsuit as she zipped it up to mid chest... her hands going to the side of the x-wings cockpit when she climbed up into the seat. Finding the position so she could sit comfortablely with a small roll of her shoulders. Her breathing steadying... a stillness to it before she brought the helmet over to her lap. She looked at the controls as she began to preflight checklist for herself.

 

[Krass Wyms]

Everest Vale Ayra Lowe

She continued to make her way down the halls of the temple. It was quite something while her eyes flicked around. Taking everything itself in when she was practically feeling the temple and the stone in her mind. A small stop to touch it as her finger came up and she tapped the stone listening to it... her mind using the force to listen to more of it. SHe had her small case of items while she was walking and heard the sounds of others she could hear talking and the jedi quartermaster went as she saw two people. The one wearing an eyepatch and she crossed her arms for a moment. THe muscles flexing tight but her hammer was there on her hip. The handle of it attached with a magnetic clasp to her belt. She moved to watch the pair of them for the moment as her full four foot of height.

 

[Fa-Olan Warren]

Objective II: Jedi at the Brink​

Fa-Olan sighed to himself. He sat in a small room, alone, as he looked over his belongings; though, truth be told, the room was fairly large by his standards, having grown up in an Imperial mining colony. To even have his own space was incredible. Still, he couldn't help but reflect on the absurdity of his life so far - to come from being rescued by the Jedi, to being recruited into the Jedi, to learning as a Jedi, and now facing off against a superweapon capable of destroying worlds.

Well... not literally facing it.

Actually, am I? Will we? Do we use vents on the surface again or board the thing and cause of chain reaction of explosions? This will be my first superweapon.

Fa-Olan fell silent in thought, his mind unable to fathom the complexity of the task ahead, but that didn't stop his resolve.

"I'm not sure if I'll be coming back," Fa-Olan said in a soft voice, as he looked ahead. "You've been a comfort to me. I could really depend on you. When my training has been daunting, exhausting, you were there to help me... and I can never thank you enough for that--"

The Padawan sighed and reached out a hand. He touched the soft material.

"--you've been the best bed I've ever had. I hope to sleep on you again, someday. But right now, I have to prepare for war."

With a nod, Fa-Olan stood and gathered his belongings. Jedi belt, check; Jedi cloak, check; Jedi armor, check; .48 Enforcer Pistol, check; Jedi lightsaber, check. He had very few things, really, and even the weapon he wielded was borrowed from the Jedi Temple, secured in the rush to evacuate during the attack, along with other Jedi things that had seemed important at the time.

I'm thankful to whoever built it, it's saved my skin a few times now.

Fa-Olan clipped the weapon onto his belt, secured his robes and strapped on his armor plating, and turned to walk out. His life had been lonely, despite the commune of miners, and Fa-Olan had discovered he reacted to stress with humor. Still, in some small way, he thought that maybe - since the Force was all around them - maybe his bed and quarters wished him well.

He smirked.

Maybe?

With a tap on the doorframe, Fa-Olan walked out and started toward the briefing area. He wanted to catch up with Master Valery, to offer assistance if it was needed, and to see what might be required of him for the battle ahead. It would be intense, it would be dangerous, it would be a matter of life and death, possibly for millions - and because of that, despite his youth and inexperience, Fa-Olan vowed to do everything he could to save those in harms way.

"Master Valery," Fa-Olan called, as he rounded a corner and entered a smaller space. "I'm ready. Did you need anything? I can run orders or collect reports, I can check stocks or tick boxes."

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Valery Noble | Open​

 

[Shan]

Tags: Corazona von Ascania

Shan moved through the Temple, checking things off his datapad with a frown on his face. Approaching things from more of a doctor approach than a Jedi one had been a strange adjustment for Shan. It had meant a lot more box ticking. Following up on where supplies had went, as opposed to relying on the Force. Honestly? The Mirialan enjoyed it, even if it was somewhat stressful. He was making a difference in the best way he could.

Perhaps he should have been teaching more about healing...Sat down to teach some Padawans what he knew about healing in battle, choosing who to use the Force on and who to use, as opposed to following up on supplies, though he found himself wandering into the Temple's atrium, where a lesson like he had just thought about was actually taking place. His gaze focused on Corazona von Ascania and the Padawans she was teaching...before an idea came to the Mirialan as he hurried off from the atrium.

By the time he came back, carrying a small box beneath his arm, Shan had came back to the last question from the Rodian Padawan, huffing and puffing himself. Any attempt at him trying to seem cool and mysterious to the Padawans was already lost, but that wasn't something Shan was overly concerned about himself.

"A lot of the time, it comes down to experience. Which is easier said than done for you guys. It's why I think it'll be best if those of you are who going to be focused on healing pair up with a Knight or Master. Oh. Introductions. I'm Shan by the way, Doctor Shan."

Technically Knight, but whilst Shan was still doing the duties of a Jedi, he wasn't counting himself amongst their members for now. He glanced over towards Cora, giving her a little sheepish grin.

"Sorry for butting in. I realised I had something that might be able to help out some of the Padawans in the field."

At that, he flipped open the box he was carrying and lifted up one out of many crystals, all of a similar shape and size that reflected the light.

"These, Padawans, are thontiin crystals. I won't go into a full lecture on what they do, but to put it simply? They can help you heal."​

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Odessen - Odessen Outpost

Equipment:
Field Gear | Lightsaber | Tic

Aether had responded quickly. Ace's holopad blinked once and his brother's face appeared in blue static. The Mand'alor confirmed his suspicions, he was going to be there. The rebel just hoped he wouldn't be fighting against him, or his people.

The transmission cut. Ace stared at the screen long after it went dark, expression blank. His thumb hovered as if to reply, but Tic chirped once and he killed the device instead.

The clatter of a spear startled Tic but Ace stayed motionless. His eyes drew upward, slowly and nonchalantly: it was Lestra, of all people, grinning like the galaxy wasn't on the brink. Tic shifted on Ace's thigh, emitting a nervous shrill.

He patted the top of the BD-unit's head casing, gaze flicking to the Padawan, then settling back on his lightsaber holster.

"...What?" He muttered, confused at what Lestra had just said.

For a moment, he didn't say anything else. Then he lightly shook his head, dark eyes shifting to the blue-haired Padawan, now sat on the floor. It looked like he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.

"Figured you'd be on Eshan. With the Jedi."

As far as he knew, all the Jedi were at Snowpeak Sanctuary - doing their own preparations for the coming fight ahead. So what was Lestra, a Padawan, doing here?

Lestra Thairk ​

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Eshan
Objective: 2 - Prep for the mission
Outfit: Armoured
Equipment: Rotary Cannon, heavy pistol, beskad
Tags: Valery Noble | Open

"We need to hit them hard, aggressive. They want to build superweapons, we need to make them realise they can't do it without a fight." Tarw growled to a fellow soldier, he had come to Eshan to talk with Valery about fighting the Galactic Empire but hearing the dangers that were lying on the horizon. Tarw was drawing a line, things had gotten too far in his mind. It wasn't just the core that was threatened with the oppressive wrath of the empire, but it was the galaxy at large.

If the leaders of the galaxy were going to do nothing, just stand and watch as immeasurable number of lives were taken then there needed to be a more aggressive underground movement happening.

Soldiers needed to be willing to push past moral constraints that the Jedi and others place on themselves. All those in the empire needed to become valid targets in disrupting the plans. This was beyond the threats of war and it was attempted genocide by the empire. Action needed to be aggressive, it needed to be without mercy and it needed to be happening frequently. Insurrections needed to be occurring within every planet of the empire and there Tarw was determined to stand against the forces who wanted to be patient and measured.

Weapons of this power could not allow them to wait around. This wasn't just the end game of the empire, it was the opening act. More would be coming and they would only get deadlier.

"I'll talk to Valery about the plans, just get people ready for the attacks. We'll be leaving here any moment." Tarw ordered as he placed his helmet on and strapped the rotary cannon to his back.

Walking through the temple, Tarw wondered how the Jedi would be acting with this ongoing event, they seemed too calm. Too accepting of the fate that the universe seemed to be handing them. Tarw was refusing to just accept it. This shouldn't have been allowed to happen. More should have been done earlier, spies should have been pushed to gain better intel. Something could have stopped a weapon of this destructive power to be constructed this fully without any knowledge.

Seeing that Valery was looking over battle plans and talking with other rebel leaders, Tarw sighed. He wasn't truly a leader in his own mind. Just someone who refused to settle down. To stand back and watch others fight. He needed to be on the front line. Stepping through the crowd, he made his way over to Valery. For a moment there was a determined anger in his eyes, a hunger for revenge against the empire, against those who allowed his home to be taken, oppressed and controlled by those who could have killed what small family remained on Coruscant that he had.

Then it faded as he knew, he always knew, that Valery held too much burden. Carrying too much of how others felt.

"How are you coping? Honestly." Tarw asked, looking over to her as he leaned back against a wall. "This won't be an easy fight."

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Acier Moonbound

"Y'know...Wondering. Thinking. And...yonder. Like...over there. The future."

Lestra threw both his hands forward as he spoke, implicating as if the future was right ahead of them. Though the lad blinked for a moment, at Acier's statement about the Jedi being on Eshan. Oh. That...answered some of Lestra's questions. He was wondering where they had all been. Was that what all the messages he had been getting were about? Looks like he needed to read more...

"Nah. It's fine. Ain't anyone on Eshan who needs me. I'm a lone dog."

Yeah. That sounded much cooler than "Oh, I didn't know we were meant to be on Eshan." Plus, Lestra was already pretty independent for a Padawan. He had done most of his own training and learning by himself, without someone to train him. Sure, it meant that whilst he was able to improve on his strengths...His weaknesses were getting worse and worse.

"Plus...We can't really inspire people, if we run off to our little Temples. The Jedi need to show the people that we fight with them. Not for our own goals. And that we don't fight for them. We inspire them to use their own strength. That way they won't have to rely on us."

See, even Lestra could get philsophical sometimes. It was rare, but it could happen. For now however he leaned backwards, turning his attention over towards the sky.​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #
Location: – Liberator Carrier "Liberation"
Assigned Craft: My T-1000 X-Wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Worried
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the rumble in my gut.

Dude!

Was I that obvious?

Don’t answer that. Or is Devin Virell just that interested in my daily routine?

Concerned about my every day thoughts?

Bwoop-breep-dwoo [Translation:“He’s making fun of you… and that’s my job…”]

Wow. BRED was actually being defensive. I don’t know what to think about that, to tell the truth, I don’t think that he does either. Right now though, the important thing was to finish “pre-flight” as I’m not going to let faulty equipment be the reason my mother gets a “3am holocall”.

Oh yeah, speaking of “walking around”… Susanoo Tsukuyomi is just teasing the rest of us at the point. I mean, “if you got it, flaunt it” but wow… wow...

Dwoo [Translation:“Focus, Loverboy”]

Yeah… yeah… I’m not the one who’s going to get Luspark down my six. I’m good… damn… Susanoo saw me…

Breep [Translation:“Come on man…”]

Relax. Mine was ready at this point, so I wanted to be helpful. The deck crew was already working. What about Nash Tavros ? At least I’m not the only one with a snarky droid.

You okay over there Nash?

Was the droid taking apart his ship???

Anyone seen Sky yet?

Breep-Woop [Translation:“Why? Don’t have enough restraining orders yet?”]


– Michael A.
We are going to kick their… well… you know…

TAG: Devin Virell | Kayla Luspark | Nash Tavros | Zane Cameron | Susanoo Tsukuyomi | @Allison Sky

This is where he is speaking

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Jack Wright

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Vera's boots crunched against the snow as she made her way through the gardens. She spotted Jack sprawled out in the grass, as relaxed as if there wasn't a battle looming over all of them, and a grin tugged at her mouth.

"You look comfortable," she called out, stopping just a few steps away and tilting her head at him. Folding her arms loosely, she let the grin linger. "No training? No last-minute drills?"

Still, her eyes softened as she glanced skyward. "I guess I can't blame you. Might be the last chance to catch some peace before it all kicks off."

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[Silas Westgard]

Location: Eshan
Objective: Last minute training
Tag: Reina Daival

It had been a long time since Silas returned to the Hidden Path.

The galaxy hadn't given him much room to breathe. Between the aftermath of Coruscant and the relentless advance of the dark cloud sweeping across Galactic Alliance territory, Silas had been stretched thin. The burden was constant, unyielding. More than once, he'd caught himself wishing it would all just vanish. But deep down, he knew better, evil didn't retreat on its own. That was why he had to endure. That was why hope had to live on.

Even if only a hundred Jedi remained to carry it forward.

In the midst of the chaos, the Path had reached out again. This time, the summons carried an urgency unlike any before. Jedi from across the stars were being called to rally on select worlds, preparing for what was now inevitable: a full-scale invasion. Those who yeilded the call waited on a number of worlds, one of them being Eshan.

Deep within the temple, in a secluded training chamber, Silas sat cross-legged on the floor. Sweat traced slow lines down his face as he meditated, the echoes of his earlier workout still pulsing in his limbs. Hours of endurance training had pushed his body to the edge, a routine he followed three times a week, more often in the lead-up to battle. But physical strength wasn't enough.

The mind had to be sharp, fortified.

A strong body meant nothing if the mind fractured under pressure. Out there, in the far corners of the galaxy, there were things waiting, things that could twist your thoughts, unravel your sense of self, or worse, bend your will entirely. Silas knew that all too well. That's why he trained both, body and mind, because survival, in times like these, demanded nothing less.

 

[Supisy Blen]

Objective: Meet the Hidden Path/Striker Squadron
Location: Fighter hangar, THP carrier
Outfit:Torn civies with flight suit over her shoulder
Tags: Michael Angellus | Devin Virell | Zane Camreon | Nash Tavros | Alison Sky | Kayla Luspark | Susanoo Tsukuyomi

Supisy had been training as a fighter pilot since she had settled on Atrisia. They didn't need a transport pilot all the time, and as much as she enjoyed lounging around on her estate there was always a desire for action. Though she had been certified as a fighter pilot by the Commonwealth's military, she was not an official part of the defense force, so when word came that the Death Star was heading towards Atrisia it was decided that she would go meet with some of the other resistance fighters that would oppose the Galactic Empire. With training as a fighter pilot and noble status as a Lady of the Commonwealth, Supisy thought she was a perfect choice to act as liaison to the Hidden Path.

The young Twi'lek pilot had arrived in her Atrisian fighter, but she now found herself looking over the new model of X-wing that her allies would be employing on the upcoming mission. Of course, the one with the pretty lady painted on it was the one to catch Supisy's eye over any of the others. Though her eyes still roamed across all the people present in the hangar, her feet pushed her forward towards the fighter that had drawn more of her attention than anything else. To be honest, Supisy couldn't truly tell if this was a new model X-wing or not. The pin-up on the side had begun to fade, but that didn't mean anything. If it was hastily applied with the wrong kind of paint, it would fade quickly. This may have been an early model that had already seen extensive action.

Supisy ran her hand across the painted pin-up and gave a chuckle. "If you had lekku instead of hair you'd be perfect," she remarked. It was more a comment on herself being the perfect pin-up than to her personal attraction to Twi'lek first. She wondered how the X-wing handled against the Atrisian fighters she was trained on. Wondered if she would be assigned one during the mission so as to not stick out. She was confident that she could fly whatever ship they put her in the cockpit of. With a hum she moved her eyes from the ship back to the gathered people in the hangar.

Two young human males were conversing nearby. The rest of the pilots seemed focused on their own ships. That made sense. If Supisy was sure what she was flying, she probably would have too. For now, the young Twi'lek found a perch on a nearby supply cart that was not in use. "They'll come to me. Everyone always does… besides eventually the squad leader would show up and give commands, commands would include Supisy.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Silas Westgard
Location: Eshan
Objective: Training

Reina was ready to fight this time. But just because she was ready didn't mean she could push off her training. She had learned how to fight with a spear. With her lightsaber. And whilst she had learned how to wield a sword, today was different. She was donning a shield in her off-hand, gripping onto the songsteel tool. The more alternative ways of combat she learned, the better.

She strolled on over towards her usual training chamber, blade resting up against her shoulder as the redhead kicked her leg out for a moment. It was going to be strange getting used to fighting with two legs once more. She had gotten so used to having the prosthesis. A prosthesis that couldn't feel pain. That couldn't feel muscle exhaustion. It also allowed for Reina's passive usage of Enhance Attribute to flow through her entire body

The Padawan was oblivious to the one sharing the training chamber as Reina gave her blade a small flourish, letting the passive use of the Force fade, feeling an almost instant lost of energy. It wasn't enough that Reina was exhausted, no, she didn't rely enough on that specific skill. It was why she was going into her training without it. That way she could feel the exhaustion, the ache in her bones and the pain in her muscles. To get herself used to it, instead of relying on a power that could oh so easily be ripped away from her.

And so she went through her drills. Every bash and slash needed to be committed to muscle memory. So that she'd be ready to react without thinking. If she wanted to be a shield for others, she needed to perfect her own style of fighting. After a few more repeatitions of her drills, Reina took a moment to catch her breath. The additional weight of the shield already showed her how tiring she'd get if she didn't pace herself...

It was then however, that she realised she wasn't alone in the training chamber. Well. She did always say she was somewhat ignorant to things that didn't affect her goals.

"Oh. I didn't...see you there"

The Ersansyr was careful as she spoke. Training and practice had made it somewhat easier for her to control the effects of her voice, but if she let herself relax too much, there was every chance that she could influence someone by accident. It was both a blessing but a curse of who she had become.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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

 

[Ayra Lowe]

// Padawan Lowe //
// Objective II // Train //
// Focus // Everest Vale // Krass Wyms // OPEN //

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The words came without judgement from the other Echani, and Ayra took a moment to ponder them. She knew that there were backline positions that mattered just as much as any warrior, and it was something she had considered. To be away from the frontlines and not having to worry about being killed or killing another, there was a peace to it for sure.

But that wouldn't be the reason she would go.

"I understand that, Maste- Eve, and I respect our healing corps and everyone who supports this endeavour as much as anyone." Her eyes turned down to the dog as she spoke, outreaching a hand towards it for some comfort. "But I know that if I chose to serve in the backlines, it would be out of fear, nothing else."

A melancholy took over the girl's words, unsure of herself if she could truly ring in the bravery she needed. And yet she knew that she must.

"I'm not naive, I know the dark night that threatens to eclipse us will not be short-lived and I refuse to be ruled by the fear they cloak themselves in." Reasserting herself, Ayra once again looked the Jedi knight in the eye. "So even if I am unable to ring in true bravery during that night, I wish to at least gain the skills to pretend I am."

A hand pulled the lightsaber free from her side, looking over the hilt once again before holding it towards her fellow Jedi.

"I would greatly appreciate anything you can impart, Master. With whatever time we have."

 

[Jack Wright]

Obj. II
(Tags: Vera Noble , OPEN)​

His gaze flittered open.

"Well, it was nice when it lasted," The Knight mused, craning his hazel visage over in the young Padawan's direction, the next response being to muster a small grin, shrugging half-heartedly, "We've had sparse time to recuperate, really. All seems fast, doesn't it?"

It was more rhetorical, Jack pushed himself to sit up, stretching upper limbs before rolling both armoured shoulders, putting some feeling from being stiff for a little bit. The company was pleasant, a nice extra break before they dive into hell, and potentially combat the enemy's superweapon-of-the-week.

"Vera, isn't it?" His incline was a gentle smile, "You doing alright?"

 

[Zane Cameron]

Zane slung his helmet under one arm, flightsuit unzipped to the waist as he worked his way through the hangar toward the sound of familiar voices. The noise of clattering tools and shouted orders rang out all around him, but he focused on Devin's invitation and made his way over.

"Don't worry, I'm not about to let you two have all the fun," he said with a grin as he closed the distance. A nod to Devin, another toward Michael, and his eyes flicked across the bay to Nash tinkering with his droid. "Looks like we're all doing our best to look busy."

He let his gaze travel further, taking in the squadron scattered across the deck. "Haven't seen Alison yet," he added, the grin fading just a little. "But I can't picture her sitting this out. Not when we're lining up against a weapon like that."

Zane shifted the helmet in his arm and straightened his stance. "So. We've got the fleet, the fighters, and a target that's just begging to go down. Guess that makes it our turn to make history."

Devin Virell Nash Tavros Alison Sky Kayla Luspark Susanoo Tsukuyomi Michael Angellus​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Shan​

At the sight of a familiar face - and the sound of a familiar voice - Cora's expression warmed.

"Please," she waved off Shan's apology. "I'm grateful that you're adding to the lesson. Force knows you've more expertise than I when it comes to healing!"

As the crystals were distributed, Cora turned back to the Padawans. "Doctor Shan brings up a valuable point: experience. It can be difficult enough to triage patients in a hospital setting, and war will demand more of your energy. That is why you'll be under the guidance of Jedi Masters and Knights."

Cora picked one of the crystals from the box and weighed it in her hand. She smiled at Shan, a genuine expression that curled at the corners with something wry.

"In fact, Doctor Shan is one of foremost Jedi healers in the galaxy - and today, he'll be demonstrating how to use these thontiin crystals."

 

[Shan]

Tag: Corazona von Ascania

"Don't sell yourself short. You're a Jack of many Trades. I only have the one."

Shan had put all of his experience and training into healing and supportive work. When it came to a real fight, there were better people who could help. Either way, he began to pass out the collection of crystals out to the Padawans. It would bite into his resources a fair bit, but the crystals had been picking up dust anyway. Yet he raised an eyebrow at Cora's sudden putting Shan on the spot. He might have stumbled in the past, but Shan took it in stride this time.

"I obviously can't show you the thontiin in active use. None of us are hurt and I don't intend on harming anyone just to teach a lesson."

At that, he held up one of the crystals once again, making sure it could be seen by the Padawans.

"To state it quite simply, a thontiin crystal helps to dull the pain for your patients. It acts as a painkiller, but unlike natural medicine, it is far more fast acting. Of course, this effect can also work on yourself, if it is used in the construction of your lightsaber. I did that. Turns out whilst it does dull the pain...It still hurts."

An awkward laugh at that. Shan always had a habit of getting into trouble when he was a Padawan. Even when he had officially been a Knight, Shan had taken his fair few beatings.

"Though this does bring me to an important lesson for you all."

The Mirialan lifted up the crystal for a moment, higher than before...and flicked it from his grasp into the box that had held the crystals, having it land with a satisfying 'clink'

"These are aids. But do not rely on them. It is always important to know your natural limits. Know how far you can push yourself without them. Because you won't always have a crystal to help you."

Perhaps that was more doom and gloom than he had intended, but it was important knowledge in Shan's eyes. After all, there had been plenty of times he had healed people to the point of exhaustion. And he didn't want that to happen to any of the Padawans here.

"I know how much some of you will want to save everyone. I've been through it myself. But you can't save everyone. It is better for you to focus on the people you can't save. Don't think of the lives that might be lost, but the lives you'll save. But only if you all keep the most important life of all alive. Your own."​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Jack Wright

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Vera let out a small laugh at his first words, then stepped forward and dropped into the snow beside him without much care for how cold it was. She leaned back on her hands, eyes drifting up toward the sky.

"Yeah, I'm doing okay," she answered after a moment, her grin fading a little. "Mostly just… thinking about my mom. She's strong, but I know what's coming, and it's hard not to worry. Same for my brother. He's always throwing himself into the middle of everything."

Her shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug, though her gaze stayed on the stars above. "Guess that's why I'm here too. I can't sit back while they fight."

Then she glanced sideways at him, a small smirk tugging back at her lips. "Are you going to be fighting, too?"

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