Faction [THP] Call to Arms

[Devin Virell]

Alison Sky Michael Angellus Zane Cameron Nash Tavros Supisy Blen Kayla Luspark Susanoo Tsukuyomi

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Devin’s amber gaze raked over the device in Micahel's hands, a playful yet suspicious glint lingering. Mirth tugged at the corner of his mouth, a nod following, as if he'd just caught the other pilot red-handed.

“I get it,” he said, voice pitched low, "Writing a few baddies on Ryloth. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

The closet romantic, he mused. Hides it well, but I’d bet my credits his journal’s got more poetry and love letters than tactics.

Just as the words hung there, his attention was yanked sideways, Zane having just strolled into view, perfect blonde tresses catching the hangar lights. The man's grin was as contagious as the plague, so one stretched across his own lips without hesitation. Perhaps the deceptive charm helped anchor the nerves that'd be gnawing away at his gut since early morning.

As the squad slowly gathered, it felt almost like any other night in the hangar.

Almost…

Nash appeared, dry as sandpaper. Devin couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter.

“Sounds like standard programming these days,” he fired back. “Mine can be a real pain in the ass too. Always giving unsolicited life advice.”

A quick flicker of acknowledgement was the only recognition he bestowed upon Cav. "At least it does more than just insult."

Then, the Twi’lek perched on a cart.

Wouldn’t be proper without at least one pair of lekku in the mix, he thought.

Alison’s voice pulled him back from his musing, present with her comment to Zane. His expression stretched a fraction wider.

“He ain’t too bad of a wingman on the ground. Not much use in the air, but he sure does shine in a cantina. That’s the only reason I keep him around.” An elbow shot out towards the ribs immediately after.

Out of the periphery, Kayla lingered, positioned slightly away from the rest of them. Whether it was the typical distance of a Commander, or just the weight of years.. he couldn't be sure. Sharp tongue, that one, but he still hoped she'd join in soon enough.

Susanoo, meticulous as ever, seemed to be caught up in some kind of intrigue with her zipper, or perhaps it was simply a pre-flight ritual. Either way, she radiated calm.

Nash’s voice rose again, this time with a question pitched at Michael about the Death Star’s defenses. So, Devin listened, head tilted.

And for now, he let the banter swirl around him, the hum or repulsors and clanging of tools filling the small gaps between their voices.

For a moment, the danger waiting out there felt far away.

 

[Alison Sky]

"He ain't too bad of a wingman on the ground. Not much use in the air, but he sure does shine in a cantina. That's the only reason I keep him around.”

“If he can fly half as well as his smooth cantina talk then we have nothing to worry about.”

Ali grinned, enjoying them all picking on Zane for his good looks. Her crystalline gaze drifted back over to the Twi’Lek still perched on the crate. There was no time like the present to end the wall flowering. Plus she wanted Supisy Blen to feel like part of the team.

“Hey, Supisy! Come on over. We are teasing Zane and could use a hand.”



Zane Cameron Michael Angellus Nash Tavros Kayla Luspark Susanoo Tsukuyomi Devin Virell

 

[Fa-Olan Warren]

Fa-Olan smiled back, though he hoped it didn't falter as much as he felt it did. He believed they were doing the right thing; he was scared, of course, but knowing their actions could save millions from a superweapon helped the Padawan focus through it. His fingers moved as he rubbed the tips together, though he remained still and listened.

"You can count on me," Fa-Olan said as he glanced from the Jedi Master to the map. "Where you go, I go. And do you need anything? Food or water?"

Sometimes, sentients forgot about the basics; it was a lesson Fa-Olan had learned very early in life, where things were scarce, to have the basics.

"I have some on me."

Fa-Olan reached into a small satchel under his cloak, as he opened the flap and waited to see whether he needed to grab anything within. Then a hulk of a humanoid approached, a soldier, and Fa-Olan looked up at the tall man who spoke to Master Noble. The way he spoke seemed to indicate familiarity. Valery replied, mentioning she was tired, but otherwise indicated things were progressing well. Fa-Olan rummaged inside the bag and pulled out a wrapped bar, which had natural proteins and energy--

"Here, Master."

--and handed the snack over. It was then that another stepped over to the holomap, and Fa-Olan's eyes widened a little. The humanoid was ethereal, a species the Padawan didn't know, but she looked almost angelic. He was mesmerised for a moment before he blinked and looked away, not wanting to stare. Thankfully, that was when Connel approached, offering an opportunity to greet him with a smile and nod.

Master Sakadi.

"I'm Fa-Olan, a Padawan," the Padawan blurted. He looked back at the soldier and Sakadi. "It's good to meet you both!"

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Valery Noble | Tarw Rhyfelwr | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Connel Vanagor​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora's smile grew a little more taut, but that didn't erase the warmth in her expression. Perhaps it was a faint acknowledgment of the shared exhaustion between them. After the retreat to Ilum, the wound she'd sustained on Arkania, and trying to settle things on Ukatis, there'd barely been any time to breathe.

"I suppose that our own advice can be the hardest to take," she murmured wryly. A glance toward the Padawans had her expression softening. "I've told them to make sure that they take time to rest. It's just as important as working hard."

With a small, short sigh, Cora shook her head. Satisfied that the Padawans could conduct a free study period, she motioned for Shan to follow her as she made for a hall connecting the atrium to the command center.

There was a familiar light there- several, in fact. Their warmth drew her as easily as a moth to a flame.

"I'll admit that I haven't been at my best lately," Cora murmured, almost as if she were admitting to a minor crime. She slipped a hand into the collar of her tunic, fingers brushing the gnarled skin at her chest. "I was injured on Arkania, and it still seems to be lingering. I was in a hoverchair for the past few months, but I'm able to move about unassisted most days."

They quickly arrived at the appointed chamber, and Cora's hand hovered over the door's opening mechanism for just a moment before pressing it.

"It helps to see some familiar faces, though."

The doors slid open, and the pair stepped inside.

Shan Valery Noble Fa-Olan Warren Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Tarw Rhyfelwr Connel Vanagor

 

[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!!!

What the???

Now Devin Virell is saying THAT?

Wha? NO! No I’m not! Wait?

Bwoop-breep-dwoo [Translation:“He was pulling your leg! Figured it out finally?”]

Frak! Yeah, it took me a minute… and a lot of time being all flustered… but Er… yeah I cursed… I mean… no I mean it! Sorry, but I mean it!

Heh.

Alright, Alright! Don’t tell anyone… What’s up, Zane?

Dwoo [Translation:“You tried so hard to be funny there…”]

I’m surprised things are actually this calm right now. I mean some of us may not come back from this. Then again, that’s the beauty of “this”... not letting it get to us. Accepting that we are going into this together… and we’re better together than apart…

Breep [Translation:“Awww… only kidding. That was actually well said.”]

Dude. BRED is making me nervous being so nice to me lately. Alison made her face known around here, good.

There she is! Yeah! Supisy, come on over!

Was the droid taking apart his ship???

Anyone seen Sky yet?

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


– Michael A.
I could get used to this feeling.

TAG: Devin Virell | Kayla Luspark | Nash Tavros | Zane Cameron | Susanoo Tsukuyomi | Alison Sky | Supisy Blen |@Evran Myles

This is where he is speaking

 

[Susanoo Tsukuyomi]

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

Her pre-flight checks from the cockpit were important and the adjustments so that she could comfortably sit in the ship. There was a look as she could see the others and her Makie droid was coming over to look at her before hooking himself into the ship. She didn't interact with many of them but she could see striker six and striker eight were there. They had followed suit with her in getting everything ready for the attack. She could hear The commander for it but she was prepared, her flight would be as well when she looked for Striker 7 or Evran Myles as she finished the pre-flight checks for herself. There was a nod of her head and the makie droid came out displaying approval as it was acting like an astromech for her. She got the confirmation lights from 6 and 8. "Striker five, six and eight are ready. Report striker seven."

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Runar Ulfsson

Zaiya tugged her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she stepped into the courtyard, the cold Eshan air biting at her skin. As a Dresh Lovalla she could handle frigid winters, but after so much time spent on warmer worlds, it still felt like something to adjust to.

She let out a little giggle as her breath puffed into the air, catching faint shimmers of her shifting hues. She had only meant to find something to eat, but the steady hum of a lightsaber pulled her steps toward the edge of the enclave.

She slowed when she saw him. Runar Ulfsson sat alone in the snow, his purple blade vanishing back into the hilt with a sharp hiss. Even from a distance, she felt it brushing against her empathic senses, slipping past her shields in jagged waves. Anger. Sorrow. Loathing. They clung to him like frost, leaving the air around him swirling in an unsettled way.

Zaiya's opal blue eyes softened, and she hesitated only a moment before padding closer, her boots crunching lightly over the snow.

"Oh, hello." The Lovalla Padawan's greeting sang out in curious and bright tone. She let a thread of calm slip out with the word, not pushing but just offering just in case.

"Are you… alright? Or do you need someone to sit with you?" she offered with a smile, tilting her colorful head of multicolored dyed hair with a small, hopeful smile.

A soft flicker of light shimmered across her mottled spots, bioluminescence shifting with her mood. Golden warmth brushed through the dimmer tones, reflecting the Lovalla's inquisitive concern as much as her attentive, friendly attitude.

 

[Silas Westgard]

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

At the sound of a girl's voice behind him, Silas turned his head slightly.

"Afternoon, miss," he said politely, his voice calm but steady, touched with the kind of focus that lingered after meditation. He drew in one last slow breath, letting it fill his lungs before he finally opened his eyes.

Unhurried, he rose from the floor, rotating his shoulders as he stood. The quiet pop of muscle and bone shifting back into place was a reminder of how long he'd been still. Arms stretching overhead, he glanced toward her with a faint nod.

"I was coming to the end of it anyway," he said, referring to his meditation. "Please, if you were planning to use the space, don't hesitate."

He watched her from the corner of his eye, subtly studying her face as if memory might finally give up a name. He'd seen her before, once or twice around different temples, but never close enough to catch more than a passing glance. No name. No rank. Just another face in the crowd.

She didn't seem in a rush to speak, and Silas didn't press. Instead, he stepped toward the edge of the room, grabbed a clean towel from the bench, and ran it across the back of his neck and down his arms. The thin layer of sweat from his practice caught the breeze drifting in from the ventilation duct, cooling him quickly.

He sat down, elbows on his knees, towel draped loosely in one hand.

"So," he said at last, casting a sideways glance in her direction, "are you here for a bit of peace before the storm… or squeezing in some last-minute training?" His tone was casual, but not flippant, genuine curiosity threaded beneath the words.

 

[Runar Ulfsson]

A L O N E

Tag: Zaiya Ceti​

Waves of dark emotions continued to eradiate from Runar as he sat in the ice cold ground of Eshan, his breath becoming shaky as the ice seemed to pierce his lungs, his eyes shut forcefully as the images flashed into his head, a slideshow of horror in his head at the things he had been forced to do, the people he wished he could bring back, the baggage that he would have to carry until his mind was no longer his own. His heartbeat was deafening in his ears, blood pumping though his body as all focus seemed to leave him.

"Oh, hello."

Like a flash of lightning reality came back to the man, his eyes opened to the brightness around him, the snow capped peaks in the distance as reality slowly came back to him. Runar's head turned towards the words his emerald eyes landing on the Padawan as he blinked a few times, was she real? No, she had to be this wasn't anyone he had ever seen before. Could she sense him? He hoped not...

The pained expression the man had been wearing moments before changed into a small smile as he gave a small nod towards the Padawan, "Of course, all company is welcome here." The smile seemed to reach towards his words as they oozed a politeness, the words he spoke were truje, but the feelings he portrayed were certainly far from the truth. The man held a smile but they didn't seem to reach his eyes.

Turning towards Zaiya the man extended his hand in front of him as he patted the ground, "Come sit, take a load off. In such chaotic times as these it is useful to take a moment to gather ones bearings." The words escaped his lips, soulless, the words felt weird in his mouth as he spoke them, an idea that was not truly his own, but something he had been taught.

If Only it Wasn't so Cold.​

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[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with:


Zaiya blinked at Runar Ulfsson , her opal blue eyes shining bright with curiosity.

Yup, there it was. The Lovalla Padawan could feel the weight in him, the heaviness that pressed against her senses, but she didn't want to make it awkward by calling it out. So she did what she always did best: talk!

"I'm Zaiya," she chirped, and with a little graceful flop she settled crosslegged in the snow in front of him, her cloak pooling around her.

Up close now, one could see how her bioluminescence shimmered softly over her mottled spots, the light blues rippling in friendly welcome and threading through her stripes with warm bronze in empathy.

"It's always good to take a moment to gather yourself," she agreed, smiling at him as if her warmth alone could ease the tension she felt. "It can make us feel all sorts of things… and that's totally okay."

She tilted her head then, smile growing just a touch brighter.

"What's your name? There are so many new faces around here, I feel like I'm still playing catch-up."

 

[Runar Ulfsson]

T E A C H ?​

Tag: Zaiya Ceti

Runar's emerald eyes studied her's for a moment, looking for something deeper, looking for something more then just the curiosity she was showing, he blinked his eyes a few times before shaking his head, why is it always darkness I am searching for? He gave a shake of his head before refocusing on Zaiya as she spoke to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you Zaiya, you may call me Runar." As she plopped down in front of him Runar's emerald orbs studied her, noticing the subtle shimmering of bioluminescence that shimmered over her spots, the colors that threaded her stripes.

The Padawan set in front of the pale-toned Knight seemed to try to shift his mood with pure positivity, the amount of warmth she radiated seemed it could turn even the darkest of souls to be brighter.

Runar thought for a moment longer, the wind flowing through his hair swaying it to the side, finding his thoughts before he spoke, "Sometimes taking a moment to gather yourself lets the feelings you don't want to feel come rising to the surface... and it brings one to the edge sometimes... it just takes different types of people to fight it... or to jump." Runar's eyes seemed to focus elsewhere as his mind thought of a long gone past before being brought back to the presence.

Moving himself closer he motioned to his hands, [color]"I learned this trick when I was young, I use it when I want to make things a little... lighter."[/color] Green smoke began to emit from his hands, gathering into a dense ball in his palm as it molded into a small bird, hopping around and chirping gently as it looked up towards Zaiya, with a flick of his hand the bird flew from his hands, a strand connecting him to the creature as it took flight flying into the sky before coming back down and landing gently on her. A genuine smile flashed across his face for a brief moment before coming back to reality, "Sometimes the small things can completely change the outcome of ones path."

Spread One's Wings and Fly​

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

- Valery Noble Fa-Olan Warren Connel Vanagor Tarw Rhyfelwr Corazona von Ascania Shan -​

She didn’t recognize half the insignias or fleet codes flashing on the map, but the movement patterns were unmistakable. Familiar tactics, reminiscent of what they'd used against the Bryn’adûl over Cyborea, and before that the Sith Empire at Ossus. That brought a measure of calm. They’d won those battles. She believed they would win this one too. Hope, once again, would triumph over hatred.

The sound of the doors sliding open drew her attention once more, and when her eyes found Sakadi, another smile graced her lips. "It has been some time," Valery said, dipping her head in greeting. "It is good to see you again." Her gaze swept briefly between all three, "It is good to see so many answering the call."

Valery, despite the ongoing conversation, turned to her. Sakadi offered a small and serene smile, the quiet appreciation in her gaze, needing no words or fanfare.

Master Sakadi?

The Sephi probably wouldn’t recognize him. After all, the last time she had seen him was when he was a little kid. Connel hesitated, unsure if he should approach or remain unnoticed. The war room was abuzz with strategy and tension, a stark contrast to his usual shadowed operations. Master Sakadi’s presence surprised him, stirring memories of his childhood. Would she remember him, or was he just another face from the past?

The door hissed open again, admitting another figure into the war room. Sakadi glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the face. The stature was familiar. So were the eyes.

She drew in the Force, sifting through the vast metaphysical archive of memories she’d cultivated over the decades. A technique born after Jend-Ro Quill had introduced her to the wisdom of the Blue Banthas during his pilgrimage. In her earliest attempts to retain memories in the Force, they’d been limited thought patterns. Scattered shards, whispers, and impressions of experiences. Now, she could summon the past as vividly as if she were reliving it. Psychometry internalized.

Connel. She finally concluded, bringing the joyful toddler to mind. Caltin’s son. She still hadn’t fully embraced that the lumbering but gentle Caltin Vanagor was gone. He’d seemed as strong and unbreakable a pillar as Valery, Thurion, and Coren. Now it was up to all those who had the pleasure of knowing him to uphold the daunting Guardian’s legacy.

She turned to face Connel, dipping slightly in graceful courtesy. It was a quiet recognition of his lineage and presence.

It was then that another stepped over to the holomap, and Fa-Olan's eyes widened a little. The humanoid was ethereal, a species the Padawan didn't know, but she looked almost angelic. He was mesmerised for a moment before he blinked and looked away, not wanting to stare. Thankfully, that was when Connel approached, offering an opportunity to greet him with a smile and nod.

Master Sakadi.

"I'm Fa-Olan, a Padawan," the Padawan blurted. He looked back at the soldier and Sakadi. "It's good to meet you both!"

Moments later, the Padawan introduced himself. Sakadi’s lilac eyes swept toward him, offering a small nod in greeting.

Sensing how crowded the room had become, she shifted her focus back to the map. Through the Force, she reached out. Not intrusively, but like extending a hand in greeting. An invitation to connect. Those who accepted her presence would hear the disembodied, melodic voice of the Jedi Master within the Force. “A forward team will be boarding the Empire’s superweapon.” Her lavender fingers traced a path between the fleet and the artificial moon. “What is the intent behind this?” The superweapon’s shielding might hold against heavy turbolasers, but starfighter squadrons could exploit its weaknesses with precision. Was disabling the shields even worth the effort?
Her thoughts lingered. “And will any of us be joining this direct assault?”

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Silas Westgard
Location: Eshan
Objective: Training

"Miss, huh? I haven't been called that in a long time. It's mostly Padawan, or Jedi, or something along those lines."

Reina shrugged her shoulders as she wafted her hand with the sword through the air whilst she spoke. It wasn't like she was affronted by being called Miss. She had just been surprised by it all as she took a moment to take in the face in front of her. Just a quick moment to see if she recognised him, but faces weren't really her thing anyway.

"Oh trust me. Even if you weren't done, I still planned on using the area. It'd be different if I needed to use some bucket of bolts for sparring, but just going through the routine. Getting used to the weight of this thing."

A small clattering against the shield showed what she was talking about as she gently tapped the blade against the edge of it. It was weight she wasn't used to and it could throw her off balance. Balance had been something that had always been a bit of an issue for her. It had been worse when she first started with the Jedi, not being used to standing on steady ground but she had started to get better there.

"If I know anything about storms, there's no such thing as peace before one. Preparation is not peaceful. Training is needed, all the time."

Sure, it might have been a bit of an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it was the way Reina was operating right now. It was better for her to keep herself moving and thinking than to think about what was going to happen in the battle. Train, train and train some more until she couldn't anymore.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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

 

[Shan]

Tags: Corazona von Ascania Tarw Rhyfelwr Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Valery Noble Connel Vanagor Fa-Olan Warren

"Heh. Taking a break is still a lesson I need to learn nowadays. I can rest when I'm dead. At least that's what I used to think. Now I'm not as sure."

With that, Shan kicked off his step to follow Cora throughout the temple, letting himself actually enjoy the look of the halls. He was taking this small moment to actually relax himself. There was a small nagging voice in the back of his mind that was telling him he was wasting his time but he paid it no mind.

"You know if I knew about your injury, I'd have come running right? Feels like I've been doing that a lot recently though. Running. Mostly away from things. Responsibilities. Whilst everyone in their own way has been doing their best to fight against the Empire, I've been using excuses. I'm not a fighter. I can't be a warrior like the others. I'm a healer. I'm not the kind of Jedi needed right now. Not the kind the Galaxy needs."

Yet as much as Shan had been trying to run away from it, he still couldn't quite fully escape the Jedi. The first time he had done it, for his studying, he couldn't quite live it down. He had came running back as soon as he had earned his doctorate. This time? He hadn't even fully left the Order. No. He just didn't class himself as a Jedi.

Then they arrived in the atrium, as Shan looked around, listening to how Cora spoke about the familiar faces, and the Mirialan let out an awkward chuckle, lowering his voice into a whisper.

"I mean...the only familiar face in here for me is Valery. I guess Connel works...but it's more a familiar mask."

Either way, the Mirialan frowned at the sudden feeling of a hand reaching out to him through the Force. Shaking his head for a moment, he allowed the voice to echo through his mind. It wasn't one he was familiar with. And there was a part of him that felt he shouldn't be part of the conversation if he didn't count himself as a Jedi...but he was here at the end of the day. Hearing about some kind of assault team heading into the superweapon didn't exactly fill him with comfort. Silence was his only response however. He wasn't going anywhere near it, no. He was going to be working on a medical set up.​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Runar Ulfsson

"Nice to meet you, Runar!" Zaiya beamed, her smile sunny and warm. Her iridescent blue eyes traced over him with a curious softness, as if she could see more than most.

"Mmm, yup, that's true," she chirped, tapping a finger lightly to her temple. A ripple of color shimmered across her mottled spots, playful blues and bronzes dancing like light on water.

"When you're by yourself, the mind starts to wander and you feel all sorts of things. It's called the default mode network."

She leaned forward a little, voice bright with enthusiasm.

"That's when your brain gets to play; it stirs up creativity, imagination, problem-solving, even old memories. All very good things, I think."

Her glow softened then, empathy threading through her light.

"But it can also bring the harder stuff. Intrusive thoughts and the feelings you'd rather avoid. Shame, fear, even embarrassment, or things that annoy you or you dislike.... It's why sitting with yourself can feel so-o unnerving sometimes." She offered him a gentle smile, kind and reassuring.

"But it's totally natural."

When the little smoke bird landed on her, the Lovalla Padawan gasped in delight, cupping her hands beneath it though she didn't touch.

"Oh! That's so-o pretty," she whispered, eyes wide with joy.

"See? Even in the middle of all our heavy thoughts, something small and beautiful can still show up."

Her gaze lifted back to him, hopeful and kind, her bioluminescence giving off such a pretty, lovely pulsing golden and teal effect along the edges of her mottled spots.

"And that means you're not as alone as it feels."

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Acier Moonbound

"It's not to help me."

Yet again, the facade faded for a moment. His view still focused ahead of himself all the same as he kept a tight grip on his spear. Lestra was not the kind of person to fake something, or do something to make himself feel better. If that was possible, he'd have fit in a long time ago. He wouldn't feel as wrong as he did, having more of an attachment with the beastly compared to the civil.

"Adults don't like seeing kids miserable. Hopeless. And as much as I hate it, I'm seen as a kid. I can't be like Jane. She genuinely doesn't seem to let anything get to her. Or at least she doesn't show it. At the same time, if I let people see how it's getting to me, they'll pity me. I don't want pity. I want people to...feel like there's hope. They aren't going to see that if I end up doing a best "Acier look-alike" competition. I just need to smile. Until it's all better."

There was that small voice in Lestra's mind. That asked what if things didn't get better. But he ignored that. Like he ignored most of his more sensible thoughts. Lestra was not someone who was sensible. Instead he was meant to the fool. The goof. The one people laughed at. And it was all fine for him, as long as he made people feel better. As long as they laughed, anything Lestra went through was good enough for him.​

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Odessen
Outfit: Link
Tags: Phobos
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Ever since her visit to Ilum, to help Cora by providing medical supplies, Katherine had kept in touch with the Ukatian Noble. So when word got out that she had sent a message to Valery, a ‘call to arms’ as it were, the redhead hadn’t hesitated to answer it. Although, rather than heading to Eshan, Katherine had opted to travel to Odessen.

Much to the relief of Torin, of that she had no doubt.

The thought brought a smile to the redhead’s face. She knew too well that he would’ve politely brushed off concern of it being too cold for him. Eshan and Ilum being very much far removed from what he was familiar with. Which could pretty much be their tagline ever since they had met.

At least here, the towering druid was able to venture into the depths of the surrounding forest and meditate. Katherine on the other hand had remained in the camp, helping where needed, until she stood in silent solitude before the bonfire.

Her thoughts lingered on the past, present and future. Of those that had passed, those that were still with them, and those that would be affected in the future. There had already been a great shift with the loss of the Core Worlds, what was set to come would be another.

Katherine let out a sigh as she stood, almost still as a statue, her wings folded neatly behind her. She could feel some familiar presences nearby. But as another made themselves known, the redhead inclined her head slightly, towards their direction.

“Come to stare into the bonfire too?” She asked.

 

[Phobos]

Odessen
Tags: Katherine Holt

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“Come to stare into the bonfire too?” She asked.

"I haven't decided yet," Phobos answered.

She paused for a moment then withdrew her hood, letting the green flames on her head free. The Ashspawn was doing her best to try and let others see her for what she was. If she was to be a healer, after all, she couldn't hide herself from those she assisted. Her voice came out gentle, like the storm-less sea.

"The anticipation has made me indecisive," she explained. "It's hard to focus on one thing."

The young woman offered a polite, rather formal dip of her head.

"You may call me Phobos. I do not believe we are acquainted yet."

 

[Runar Ulfsson]

C O L D​

Tag: Zaiya Ceti

The man's brow furrowed gently as he thought, the bubbly words from the Padawan making him ponder as her enthusiasm oozed from her with every sentence. The winds of Eshan buffeted against the pair as the sat across from each other, stinging their cheeks as the pair continued to talk. Runar let his focus return to the small bird as he let it flutter around Zaiya before flying into the snow before the trail of smoke thinned out until it disappeared from his grip.

"Choosing to wallow in ones dark thoughts is what leads them down a path of despair and sorrow. But taking the time to choose the brighter moments that life gives to you, it is easy to take the easy options but often that leads one to a path that does not bring any fulfillment."

His gaze wandered as he spoke, his thoughts bringing her away from her, before finally coming back to her gaze, his hands gently resting on his knees as he gave a deep sigh. Frost clung to his lashes as he stat in the biting air, every breath rising in pale clouds before vanishing into the dawn.

Runar gave Zaiya a gentle smile, "In the text of old... they tell of releasing all emotion into the wind, to have no attachments to the galaxy as a whole... Few bonds able to be made... and those who followed these texts prospered for an age before meeting its end. This is not the time of old, we take those texts and learn from them, but can only interpret them in the lenses of our own experiences. When I read of these lessons, I think of not being... controlled by our emotions, to have them... to understand them... and continue on with our choices... it is okay to at times feel sorrow... pain... loss... anguish... to feel anger... hate... rage... but the difference between the light and dark... is not letting these emotions consume who you are."

As the words escaped from is lips, his focus lost once more as he tried to find the words... each thought at the lip of his thought, having to search for the idea for a moment before grasping them and explain it to her. The hesitation as he tried to portray his ideas in a way that would be... constructive, but open to discussion.

What does it mean to be Jedi?​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Jack Wright

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Vera smirked at his cut-off words, tilting her head just enough to let him know she got the picture without needing it spelled out. "Yeah, I think I understand," she said with a chuckle.

She glanced around the snowy garden, then back at him with a raised brow. "So, are you planning to stay out here all day? Or are you actually going to get up and help? Pretty sure they could use someone like you with the prep inside."

Her grin tugged a little wider as she added, "Unless you're really committed to the whole 'snow meditation' thing."

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