Faction What Remains [NJO + Friends]

[Amani Serys]

Kelan Dhal - Nathan Bloodscrawl - Open
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There were so many in need here. The cumulative anguish would be enough to overwhelm even the most stoic of healers. Everywhere Amani turned, someone new was asking for the Chief Healer, entreating her with a title she no longer bore. She answered it all the same, as she was so conditioned to do.

Unfortunately, there was only one Amani Serys-Organa to go around. Like everyone else, her attention had to be evaluated and triaged with unfair pragmatism. It was one of the less savory truths about this job.

"Hey! Master Serys!"

"Help! I need... He is dying!"

Amani’s focus was jerked in two different directions. One spoke of the fresh arrival of apparently tortured individuals. But the other was more ardent. Not just a request, but a cry of hopelessness. It struck her through the Force quicker than it did her ears. She looked between them both several times, then offered an almost apologetic glance in Bloodscrawl’s direction, “See to those new arrivals,” She commanded several of her aides to process the tortured Jedi, then looked at her trusted assistant EmTee, “Keep him stable,” She directed him towards the individual she was helping prior, thankfully on the mend already.

“What is it?” Amani asked Kelan severely when she tracked him down. There was hardly time for greetings and truisms, she needed only the information which might save this young one’s life. Already, she was looking him over for her own personal assessment. He was an Ithorian, and if nothing else Amani was quite experienced in working with and on members of his species thanks to her work aboard the Herdship. Not a necessity for his recovery, but a welcome uptick in confidence, “What’s happened?” She asked Kelan again.

 

[Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra]

ILUM​

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The voice echoed once more—clearer now, quicker in cadence. It swept through the minds of those within the temple like a passing breeze of thought.

“I am communicating with the others. Across neighboring worlds… they all speak of the same story.”

Though ethereal, the voice carried weight. Then, silence. A pause heavy with reflection.

“I am sorry.”

Solemn. Sincere.

Within the temple’s lower sanctum, something stirred. Dynas felt the approach of another presence, drawing nearer to his place of meditation.

No mechanical entry—only a pair of towering stone doors, as massive as they were unyielding. Each slab easily the weight of a boulder, carved smooth but ancient. No controls. No markings.

And yet, should any visitor step toward the threshold… the doors would part. A push from the force, a simple nudge with gentle strength.

A low rumble accompanied the motion as the twin monoliths slowly drew apart, just enough to allow a single entrant passage into the dimly lit chamber.

At its center stood a dais, embedded in a floor of intricate lattices—geometric lines etched with a mechanical precision, perfect symmetry radiating outward. Resting atop the platform was a solitary gemstone.

It pulsed with a faint blue light.

“Greetings.”

The voice now had direction—it came from the crystal itself. Regardless of the form or language of the one standing before it, the Force carried Dynas’s thoughts directly to the mind, allowing perfect understanding.

“I am Dynas. A Jedi, much like many in this temple… though perhaps much less like them in more ways than one.”

The crystal rose from its pedestal, drifting gently down until it hovered facet-to-eye with the small wolf. When was the last time he interacted with another living being? Decades? Maybe more than that.

He turned—if such a word could apply to a floating shard of radiant crystal—and began to drift toward the exit.

“Let us go meet the others.”

With grace, the glowing gem moved through the opened threshold, ascending into the upper halls. His speed adjusted to match the wolf, should the little one wish to follow.

Alexandra Feanor | @OPEN
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[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Kelan Dhal , Amani Serys , OPEN​

...well. So much for any help.

He ended up having to carry most of the supplies he brought down towards the temple by himself, asides from the occasional passerby lending aid for a moment, before returning to what they were initially doing. Though eventually, he did manage to bring down all of the boxes and crates from his ship. Placing them around where it at least looked like they belong. Food, medical, clothing. Oh, he forgot he picked up a couple stacks of blankets, too. He was very tempted to wrap one around himself, but those are better served for those who need them more.

With an adjustment of his hat, he took a moment to glance around. Looking towards all the dead and dying around him, as well as the overworked medical personnel. Yeesh, he's used to being on the frontlines of a couple battles, but seeing the aftermath was, on the other hand, something he had much less experience with. Most of the time he gets debriefed, paid, and leaves. He wasn't even there for this one, and he could only imagine how terrible it was for those who were.

Despite the fact that he was most certainly not any sort of medic, he's had a few goes at having to treat wounds before, so he knows (roughly) what needs to be done. After taking some time to crack open a couple of medical crates, he stuffed his satchel with some of the essentials. Most of the supply-moving was being handled already, so he elected to try and see if he could go around and give help where it's needed. And hopefully not just get in the way.

After taking the time to mindlessly wander around the temple briefly, he heard the desperate calls from Kelan Dhal . Turning his head to try and differentiate where they were coming from, before making his way towards them. Eventually entering the medical chambers, and glancing towards Kelan Dhal and Amani Serys , and quickly approaching. Opening up his satchel in the meanwhile.

He was pretty easily able to identify Amani as the one providing the assistance, so most of his attention was directed towards her. "Hey, I've got some medical supplies here. Let me know if you need 'em or need my help." Looking towards the injured Ithorian, afterwards. Likely to examine their wounds.

 

[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

Kelan Dhal Amani Serys

"I just need a moment..." Makko muttered to himself.

His shuttle was down. Having been sat in the seat for a few hours with a blaster wound he knew that standing would be agony.

Once he was up, it would be much easier to move. Makko grit his teeth and forced himself to his feet. He allowed himself a low groan as he made his way to the ramp.

When he reached the medical facility, Makko realised how many wounded there were. It was as far as his determination would get him. He pressed his back to the wall and slid down.

"I'm alright, but some painkillers would go a long way..." he muttered to no one in particular. He closed his eyes and kept one hand pressed to the blaster would just below his ribs.

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Outside Looking In

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

The wind screamed over the frozen plains of Ilum, whipping through the jagged crystal formations like the ghosts of old wars, never quite gone. Azzie's ship lay somewhere just beyond the temple grounds, tucked away in a secluded outcropping where the terrain shielded it from both sensors and snowdrifts. Set down alone, just as she had arrived. She hadn't meant to run. She hadn't even realized her legs were moving until the temple was already a smear behind her, the shape of it swallowed by flurries.

Coruscant had burned while she was still in hyperspace, her fingers gripping the console as though will alone could fold space faster. But she hadn't made it. She hadn't been there. Now, the galaxy bled again, and she was walking through the snow like one of those ancient ghosts.

How many times do I have to survive what others don't?

Her back throbbed, a steady, burning ache right at the center of her spine. Even now, the bitter cold of Ilum couldn't numb it. Fire in her veins, cold in her lungs. Maybe that was fitting in the end. The heavy cloak around her shoulders, half-frozen, napped in the wind like a banner of defeat. Azzie squeezed her eyes shut, arms wrapping around herself. Another empire rising like a bloated corpse refusing to stay buried. And here she was, again, dragging herself from the ashes — too late.

"Don't." Azzie finally snapped after a long silence. She didn't have to see him to feel the presence behind her. "Whatever karking sympathies you have, save it for someone who actually wants them."

Caelan Valoren​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

"I'm not offering you sympathy, Azzie. You don't need that," Caelan said as he walked over to stand beside her, holding out a flask of Icebrew. "Drink some of this."

He wasn't going to take no for an answer, so she might as well do it. It wouldn't hurt her but would help her body regulate temperature while they were out in the bitter cold. He didn't relish the thought of dragging an Azzie-cicle back to the temple.

"Loss isn't something we outrun or outfight. Not even as Jedi. We're taught to protect, to serve, to act, but sometimes, despite all that we are, it isn't enough. Not because we failed, but because we're part of a galaxy that moves beyond our control. Being Jedi doesn't mean we win every battle. It means we endure the ones we lose."

Yes, it was starting to sound more like he'd come out there to berate her than sympathize with her having been unable to help defend Coruscant. In some ways, that was true, but as a Knight of the Order, he was also there to teach. There were a lot of hard lessons he'd had to deal with since his parents had been murdered. Things couldn't possibly gone any worse for him than they had over those few years in the wake of their deaths, not among the other losses he'd endured, the pain he'd suffered, even friends that had been lost. He'd survived because he'd been forced, by his circumstances, to change his view on life.

Azzie needed to get to that point as well.

"Letting your emotions control you to the point you run away from everyone is unbecoming of a Jedi. It's fine to feel them, but you need to control them, or they'll end up controlling you, and then you end up becoming that which we fight against."

He didn't want to see her becoming their enemy. That had happened to others before; the seduction of the darkside was a real threat to those compromised by emotion. It was a hard thing to say, perhaps somewhat rude, but she still needed to hear it.

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

TAGS: Azurine Varek ​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Jasper Kai'el Jand Talo Vera Noble Kaelos Vryn Kaleleon Ariana du Couteau Makko Vyres Shan Eloise Dinn Kaito Starfall Alexandra Feanor Jonyna Si Katherine Holt Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Saki Gavin Restur Kelan Dhal Torin Emberlain Ezorea Zethussaln Vaegon Dolmyrian Dangal Olderem Kell Masaara Caelan Valoren

Bodies continued to pour into the temple's healing chambers - some in need of help, others providing it with whatever they had left. A few were lost. In the chaos, Cora managed to catch Amani's eye for a moment, and imparted her bottomless gratitude with a single glance. Master Serys might've stepped down from her role as Chief Healer, but her skills had not rusted in the slightest.

Cora worked on debriding shrapnel from the torso of a padawan that Jand had brought forward. His wounds were critical, but not fatal with timely intervention. "You're lucky," she murmured to the unconscious boy. "They missed anything vital, but you may not fight again."

"Where are the masters talking?"

Cora glanced up to the woman. An unfamiliar face, but they'd take any allies they could get.

"We talk here," she said. "Not just masters, but knights and padawans. Everyone."

It wasn't the way things were traditionally done among the Jedi, but perhaps it was tradition that had gotten them here in the first place.

After the last shards of debris were removed from the boy's chest, a padawan stepped in to sterilize the open wounds and scan him for any pieces lodged deep enough for her to have missed. Cora wiped her brow with her sleeve and glanced around the room. It seemed that everyone who needed to be here was present.

"Our order has suffered staggering losses. Not just on the battlefield, but in spirit. A number of our brothers and sisters have elected to move beyond our borders, leaving our numbers far smaller than what is needed to defend the rest of the worlds under Alliance protection."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over those who'd gathered to either heal, help, or listen.

"We need to act quickly. There are several groups of Jedi who we could try and reach out to for aid: the High Republic to the south, or even the Lightsworn on Atrisia. We also need to establish contact with the senate. We no longer have a grandmaster to guide our order, so we must forge ahead ourselves - if you have any ideas or potential resources, please join the discussion. No voice is too big or too small for what we are now."

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania @everyone else lmao​

Jonyna wasn't the first to speak. That was Cora. It was sort of relieving to see her taking charge, but Jonyna knew that even though Cora stood on the council, there would be others that questioned her authority, simply due to the fact that she was only a knight.

"We need to act quickly." Jonyna's voice rang through the halls of the temple, using the wind to carry it. "Cora, if you don't mind? I'd like to make a speech."

Jonyna knew the order was fractured. The core was gone. All of it only sparked old memories that she had long buried.

She intended to fight back this time. She wouldn't allow the Alliance to fall apart. Not this time.

She wouldn't allow the Order to be hunted. Even if she would die trying.

 

[Saki]

Corazona von Ascania

She looked at the woman and spoke as she looked around. "Hmmm more then I was expecting." The mention of Atrisia without the force orders they had fostered since the princess and her brother had reformed a lot was weird but her opinion on that wasn't important. Her thoughts about how many would leave was at least confirmed in worse ways... no surprise it was what happened when there was a major attack and defeat. Echoes of the order splitting into the Silver from Kiskla and later into more fractured groups came when she moved off to the side and focused. The energies going as the stone and ice shaped, jagged areas protruding out that she could sit down on and lean forward.

"I have fists, boots and what Matsu has developed for the jedi orders. " She said it while sitting there and putting her elbows on her knees as she was leaning forward with hands clasped together. Another jedi spoke up and Saki flicked her eyes towards Jonyna Si as she was preparing a speech. Mentally she was forming a checklist of points to mirror other rally speeches she had heard. The teenager didn't speech more for the moment at least. She knew the value of silence as her chin went to her laced fingers her mind racing and shielding itself from projecting her thoughts about it.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Cora, if you don't mind? I'd like to make a speech."

Cora nodded.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania @New Jedi Order​

Jonyna took a moment to clear her throat, and step onto a block of ice that allowed her to be seen. With a simple sleight of hand, she pulled her saber out and ignited it, raising it up above her head. Once more, the wind carried her voice across the temple and beyond the door to all outside.

"To all weary and forlorn, my name is Jedi Master Jonyna Si. I speak with the authority of the Council, and as a survivor of another great trial of our order. The Jedi have seen many trials in our time. Many peaks, and many valleys in our numbers. The Core was our home, but it wasn't always. To many of you, Tython may seem like the logical home of the jedi. The planet our order started on, and one we cannot exist without. I am here to tell you of a time when we did. When Empires ruled not just the deep core, but the entire center of the galaxy. That time was the time I was born into. 900 years ago, the jedi were a myth to the common man. Our numbers hunted down by stormtroopers, betrayed by clones, and mocked by the sith. This new Empire wants us to believe we are beaten. That surrender is the only option for survival. The Alliance has seen the fall of Enclaves, Brotherhoods of Evil, Dark Empires. Let me make one thing clear. Surrender is not an option. The Empire I saw rise in my childhood offered surrender to many a people, only to subjegate them. Only to break promises of peace and abuse their power. The Alliance, the Jedi Order, it must stand firm for what it has believed in. The same roaches that persist from the days of the Maw, the Dark Empire, this empire is infested with them. The same people who wished to wipe Tython off the galactic map, the same people who shattered Exegol out of spite, they are the same ones who will hunt you down should we bend the knee."

A breath, as she took a moment to consider her words.

"I do not believe we are entering another dark age. The Alliance has seen many supposed dark ages. But if we are, this order needs to adjust. We cannot stand in the blinding light and act in defense anymore. My mother taught me during the dark age of the Empire a different code. Do Good, even when it is inconvenient. Protect the Innocent, for you are their shield. Fight Evil where it stands, with both kindness and fury. Above all else, survive. You are one of few. Do not let the Light die out. Kahlil Noble once told me that that code was outdated. That it didn't fit in this time. That I needed to conform to being a proper jedi. For two years, I've followed that path. I listened to him. But now, I can't. I can't follow that path anymore, and I don't think any of us should. The Jedi need to adapt. We're not peacekeepers anymore. The Peace has been broken. We're warriors now. The Sith, the Empire, they've made it clear. They wish to go to war. They wish to erase our cultures, our way of life. I know better than to trust them to find any form of peace. Fight with me, Warriors of the Jedi Order. Warriors of the Alliance. Warriors of Peace. For one day, we shall once more find a time where we can lay down our sabers. Until then, we fight!"

 

[Saki]

She listened, chin pressed against fingers as the words of the jedi went throughout the caverns and then outside. A impressive use and it could be useful in a fight for being able to communicate and issue orders. Her eyes remaining there when she debated how the others were going to react and words repeated. 'I am someone who sees the current state that the Jedi Order of the Republic now lies in.' She thought back to it briefly... Metalorn, Coruscant, Manaan, Zeltros, Hapes, Valen. 'This I believe to be paramount in order to ready our Jedi for the coming war with the Sith.' The words from the jedi masters reverberated with her.

Her thought remained and she remembered faces... she remembered voice some good, some traitors... some lost. 'It might be prudent for our Jedi that are not hardened by war.' The councilor was speaking and like others she seemed to have come from a time when this had happened before... the implications were less now. So many seemed to remember that time. 'We can for when war arrives but no one can ever be prepared for war not only in weapons and the like, but what one will face, the destruction and death, the mind will never forget.' She remembered Corvus, she thought of Kana and even Josiah Denko and Feena Mason.

'And sadly I have to agree that the current state of affairs with the One Sith is not a permanent feature of the galactic landscape and before long we shall be faced with their war-machine once more. Disheartening but inevitable.' The memories of worse things... Empress Teta came to mind and what happened after that. 'I feel it won't be enough to prepare us. We are putting a lot of faith in a system that is failing and I don't think we want to admit it. Not that I mean we as Jedi are failing, but how we act, and respond.' She had never pretended to be the diplomatic one.. she had stopped fighting to just the peace. She had fought for civilization.

'We need to start getting our hands dirty if we stand any chance of standing up to the Sith. We have lost allies.' This one though didn't say it... and Saki didn't know if she was going to say it or suggest it. 'We are picked systematically picked off. While they watch us debate, and strive for something that will never happen, they are circling like mynocks waiting to strike.' The sith had been great but the Black Sun, the Empire, the Dominion, the ONe Sith, The Bryn, the various Mandalorian and CIS groups. 'We have enough stretching our Healers due to fighting the Sith, let alone each other. We say we are united, and yet, piecemeal efforts have accomplished very little.'

Her memories remained there when she was thinking about it and a good memory could save a person but when didn't remember many good things. 'A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for aggression." Her mind flashed back to Hoylin and Cularin, the feeling of warmth on her hands as she stood there. SHe had lost her saber in the body of a sith beast and her master had told her it was her life... that she needed to find it but she couldn't remember which one it had been. 'I believe we should strike at the Sith....but we can not afford to engage the Sith openly on the battlefield.'

Then she was thinking about it, when Ben Watts the grandmaster had promoted her in the battlefield. Among the ash and twisted metal... with the cries of agony from several jedi. The blade slicing off her braid. 'We should be striking from the shadows, hitting them where they least expect it and vanishing before they have an opportunity to respond. We can coordinate with the military and the intelligence divisions to pick targets.' Then it was only a handful of years later, she was among the youngest... Ijet had gotten the fame for it, the praise for her talents because she was appointed to the Council.... but Saki had been there as well.

She was uncertain what to say with it. The one had already confirmed that several had not returned and gone their own way. The next part as she hit the mental checklist of what had been said in her own mind. She didn't say anything... she wanted to hear the others but her eyes remained there as she looked. Letting her body still... the force sustaining her with a single breath before she looked more like a statue in the stone and ice chair.

 

[Dangal Olderem]

TAGS: Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Alexandra Feanor​

The tunnel was growing colder, but the chill no longer registered. Not the way it had when he first arrived. Dangal walked deeper, silent and alert, his breath fogging in slow, even clouds. He was exiting a pathway to let out on a corridor or the lower level when he had felt it.... heard it. A presence. Ancient… but not hostile. Not even physical.

"I am communicating with the others. Across neighboring worlds… they all speak of the same story."

"I am sorry."

The voice poured through him like water down cracked glass. It wasn't just heard; it rested inside him for a moment. As if something long dormant was being called awake. It sounded sincere, apologizing... for what?

His boots whispered across the smooth stone floor as he rounded a corner of the temple's inner corridors just as something drifted into view from the opposite end. At first, it looked like a trick of the light, a glimmering mote suspended in the air, faint blue pulsing from within. But it moved with too much purpose, too much grace. And then it spoke.

"Let us go meet the others."

The voice wasn't sound. It resonated directly through the Force, cutting through Dangal's mind like clear water over stone. Not invasive. Just… present. The Jedi Knight halted mid-step, his cloak settling around him as the flickering glow hovered just meters away. He could feel it — not just consciousness, but clarity. A mind so old it had likely watched suns form and die. A Jedi… unlike any Dangal had seen. A crystal. No, a Shard. A being of thought and will… bound in something unbreakable.

He then noticed a flash of white — not light, but motion — low to the ground. A wolf. Small. Not a beast of the wild, but something else entirely. The voice was speaking to it and its fur shimmered faintly, like snow kissed by starlight. He had not sensed its approach through the Force because the creature was the Force. Dangal then lowered his hood, slowly. No hostility. Just reverence.

"I've only heard stories," he said aloud, his voice low, gravel edged. Of your kind. Of Shards who took the Jedi path. Most thought them lost." He then gazed at the wolf once more as a form of suspension arose.

The Force poured through it like a river through a channel, alive, peaceful, and ancient. But different He had heard whispers of those Jedi who walked outside her body, who wove pain like thread, who healed not through power but through presence. He had not believed the stories.

"You were waiting, weren't you? Not buried. Listening...... They'll need to hear you." Dangal said speaking to Dynas. And deeper still, unspoken in his mind so did he. This awakening wasn't a coincidence.

"Let me walk with you." he added as he followed the two.

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[CT-5010 "Ivan"]

Ivans Pov:

Ivan, CT-5010, the last surviving clone trooper from the Clone Wars, watched from the shadows of the Jedi temple's entrance as the last of the transports touched down on Ilum’s icy surface. His weathered armour bore the scars of countless battles, each marking a testament to his longevity and experience—over nine centuries of fighting, surviving, and teaching.

He walked around, not recognising anyone just yet, until he saw his star student, Mira Khail, a talented soldier whom he had mentored just short of 10 years ago. Ivan stepped forward, his voice steady and gravelly, echoing with the weight of ages. "The galaxy doesn’t care how long you’ve fought, only that you keep fighting. Coruscant fell, but the fight isn’t over." He paused, surveying the chaos and wounded Jedi and civilians alike. "We’ve lost a lot, but as long as there’s someone left to stand, there’s hope."
Mira turned around to face Ivan as Ivan placed a firm hand on Mira’s shoulder. "You’re doing good work here, Mira. Keep the wounded stable, and don’t forget—sometimes, the greatest strength is knowing when to rest and regroup. I’ve seen empires fall and rise again. We’ll do the same."
Mira looked up at him, her expression resolute but tired. "Yes, sir. We won’t give up."
Ivan’s gaze hardened beneath his helmet. "Good. The fight for the galaxy’s future isn’t over yet." With that, he turned toward the healing chambers, ready to lend his experience and resolve to those still fighting to survive—and to ensure that the legacy of the Galactic Alliance and Jedi endured, ready to take the Empire down.

 

[Kelan Dhal]

ILLUM || HEALING CHAMBERS
TAGS || Amani Serys , Gavin Restur

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Kelan hardly noticed when the help he cried out for so desperately arrived. Was it shock? Terror? Regardless, he simply stared at the Mirialan woman who had come, much the same as the human male who even now was preparing to offer what supplies he had for the boy. This was new for Kelan; it was something he was entirely unfamiliar with.

Working with others. Having help.​

After a moment, he seemed to shake himself out of whatever had taken hold of him and regained a bit of composure as he refocused his efforts on keeping the boy stable. His healing powers were novice at best, but he could at least buy the boy a few more minutes while someone else stepped in. Kelan spoke to both of his new helpers, yet his gaze remained fixed on the boy.

"Explosion. The external wounds need to be disinfected and wrapped-"

Kelan's gaze went to the human first, of course, he knew no one and wasn't exactly in a position to ask for names just yet. He could handle that to ensure that the boy didn't die from an infection later on, and for that, Kelan would thank the man profusely later.

"-But most damage is internal. Broken ribs, organ failure. Blood is filling his lungs."

He turned to what he believed was a Jedi. The force shown brightly around the Mirialan woman, her power far more developed and encompassing than Kelan's, and thank the force, she was here.

"I don't have the skill for that. He'll need a bacta tank, but he won't make it another two minutes at this rate. I'm barely keeping him going as is."

The Ithorian boy, thankfully, was still unconscious and unaware of the severe damage he had sustained. What was worse was the fact that he was going to go through this alone.

"There wasn't anyone with him. I think he is alone."

And oh, how familiar Kelan was with that.​

 

[Amani Serys]

Kelan Dhal - Gavin Restur - Makko Vyres​

Amani began to delegate almost immediately. Right after Kelan started his prognosis, she turned to Restur, the man who had offered help, "Do what he said. Disinfect those opens wounds, wrap them up tight." If he had brought even just basic medical supplies with him, he should be capable of managing that.

As Kelan assessed, they didn't have much time. There wasn't enough equipment set up here to undergo a by-the-books surgical procedure, "We'll have to work with what we've got. Can someone get me a scanner?" A preliminary look at his internals would be enough for her to start with. "We need to keep him breathing." Amani focused on Kelan now, "Can you help with that? Just keep him breathing."

This was going to take deep focus and effort. The healer closed her eyes, attuning herself to the young Ithorian. If her concentration broke, it could make things more troublesome. She raised her hands like a puppeteer, and the ithorian's body seemed to lurch for just a moment. She then summoned a wave-like surge of Force power. The healing purity of it washed over the boy, pouring into his pulmonary system, almost coating it in a restorative aura. Hopefully, it would be enough to close whatever wounds were causing the continued bleeding. That was the most crucial step to keep things from getting any worse.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ilum
Tags: Jand Talo , Corazona von Ascania , @Others (Sorry phone post)

Lightsaber
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"Hello, Jasper."

"Hey... old friend," Jasper greeted with a tired half wave.

A good sight. Jand had been one of the best of them, no doubt. He wondered if he had managed to resolve his woes in Firefist. Perhaps something to ask later.

For his part, Jasper followed a long and remained silent. Listened. He was good at listening. There was a lot to hear, and even more to try to understand to make heads and tails of the situation. A lot of moving parts, and he wanted to make sure he had everything.

He was sure to mark Everest and Tigris as alive.

"Our order has suffered staggering losses. Not just on the battlefield, but in spirit. A number of our brothers and sisters have elected to move beyond our borders, leaving our numbers far smaller than what is needed to defend the rest of the worlds under Alliance protection."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over those who'd gathered to either heal, help, or listen.

"We need to act quickly. There are several groups of Jedi who we could try and reach out to for aid: the High Republic to the south, or even the Lightsworn on Atrisia. We also need to establish contact with the senate. We no longer have a grandmaster to guide our order, so we must forge ahead ourselves - if you have any ideas or potential resources, please join the discussion. No voice is too big or too small for what we are now."

"I... will not follow another Grandmaster," Jasper stated, his tone somber. "I would have only followed one."

Jasper stood a little taller.

"We need a new way to organize ourselves. Consolidation right now is asking for disaster," he spoke, his tone now louder. "We put everything into Tython and lost more than we have in a very long time. If we are all in one place, we are destined to fall together as well. All I can think to suggest is that we split up... bolster the other temples. Stage our own smaller offensives to push the Empire out of our space. Frankly, we don't have the luxury to sit back and wait for things to fix themselves. We can't do that all... clustered up. We'll just be asking to get wiped off the face of the Galaxy."

 

[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Amani Serys , Kelan Dhal , Makko Vyres
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["Do what he said. Disinfect those opens wounds, wrap them up tight."]

He was initially listening to what Kelan Dhal was saying, which was the information on the condition of the Ithorian. Though, his attention went towards Amani Serys , and the instructions that she gave him. To which, he gave a nod.

"You got it." Reaching into his satchel, as he took out some disinfectant spray, alongside some bandages. Popping open the spray, as he took a moment to look over the Ithorian. Looking for said open wounds, before starting to apply the spray over them. Though, before he was able to start wrapping the wounds, he watched the woman raise her hands. Looking as the Ithorian's body had lurched, seemingly in response. Glancing between the woman and the Ithorian briefly, before starting to wrap the injured Jedi's wounds. "I have to say, you Jedi are pretty fortunate to have... well, healing powers." He doesn't think he'll ever understand how the 'Force' works. In his eyes, they just got something he missed out on.

As he was wrapping up the Ithorian's wounds, his eyes went towards the one who had initially screamed for help. "What about you, are you hurt at all as well?" He couldn't see any wounds on the man from where he was crouching, but it was safer to ask the man just in case.

Though, he heard someone mumbling from inside the medical chambers, and glanced over. Watching as Makko Vyres was talking to the thin air. Maybe it was another thing with the Force that he didn't understand. But regardless, he elected to call over to the man. "You alright over there, stranger?" Asking the very much so not-alright stranger.

 

[Jand Talo]

It was pleasant to see Jasper again, despite the short exchange. They would likely catch up when there wasn't a state of emergency and people in trouble.

Among the temple patrons, there seemed to be varying levels of uncertainty and trepidation, which seemed to permeate, and it wasn't until the senior members of the Jedi Order began to speak that some undercurrent of hope began to filter back in. Or at least that was what Jand imagined, as he wasn't particularly attuned to the Force in that manner - he was made for battle.

Jand could see some relief on faces, though.

Corazona had a way of being assuring, it was a good trait... and then Jonyna Si spoke, and Jand's eyes glazed over.

That was too much.

Jand crossed his arms, his ragged and battle-worn robes shifting about him.

"I do not believe any here doubt the need to stay the course, Master Jonyna Si. I also do not believe any question council authority, though I feel it is less important to mention given current circumstances," the Nagai said as he unfurled his arms and pointed a finger at he Jedi Master. "A speech stating expectations does not change the fact we are Jedi and we will continue to fight. It is our responsibility, our power, the innocent need us. That should be all that matters. The others will find their way, as we do."

The Jedi Knight looked around and looked to Jasper.

"I believe Jasper has a point. We risk destruction by staying together, in whole number. But I also feel separating completely is incorrect, also." Jand raised his eyebrows. "Instead I propose we act as water, we ebb and flow, thinning out and coming together as needed depending on the battlefield. It is proven effective against larger forces and insulates us against being cornered."

Jand didn't have much else to say.

Corazona von Ascania | Jasper Kai'el | Jonyna Si | Open​

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Outside Looking In

Spoiler: SONG

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

There was a soft silence that perferated through the snowy land, as if the chilling wind itself haulted it's screeching to sit among the stillness. Azzie stood, hesitant as her eyes made their way to the bottle in Caelan's hand. Without thinking, her hand went to take it, taking a long swig before handing it back. Despite it's icy blue hue, it had a warmth to it which spread across her body. No longer chilled, but the burn in her veins remained.

"Letting your emotions control you to the point you run away from everyone is unbecoming of a Jedi."

A small chuckle escaped Azzie's lips, filling the silence left behind in the absence of the howling air. A chuckle that would devolve into a dry laughter. She still didn't understand how Caelan had gone from a 14 year old lion cub to much older than her in only a few years, but aged as he was, he still missed more than he would have wanted. Her eyes, clouded with rolling storms of puprlish grey, weren't quite present, as if her mind was there and somewhere else entirely all at once—

The same hollow aftermath, the same weight of a battle missed and a people lost. She remembered the first Rebellion in flashes of sound and light: the shriek of starfighters overhead, the acrid bite of smoke in her lungs, the fierce determination of too-small hands clutching a blade type they’d barely been trained to use yet.

Containing the storm had always been a strength of hers, so many who had seen a fraction of what she had would have crumbled under it already. Even then, everyone had a breaking point. Azzie wondered where hers would be—or if she was already there and just too stubborn to accept it. Her gaze stayed trained on the blank white expanse beyond, as if somewhere out there was an answer she could claim for herself. She felt herself sink slightly into her stance, boots pressing harder into the snow. She stood rigid, arms folded tight across her chest in an effort to keep herself from unraveling.

"Maybe I don't belong on this path, then. Maybe I never did in the first place."

Because the snow would keep falling, the galaxy would keep turning, and she would keep standing here, whether among the Jedi or apart from them, watching history lost to time repeat itself. Enduring, because she didn't know how to do anything else.

Caelan Valoren​