Party in the Taanab! - SJO Dominion of Taanab

[Silver Arrow]

[SIZE=11pt]Taanab was a beautiful farm world, simple lives for easy-going people. Unfortunately, during the CIS invasion of the world, the planet suffered a lot of damage. Now, that the fires have settled and the world is primed for rebuilding and restoring life back to the world. The Silver Jedi Order has stepped in talking to those who were displaced and evacuated from their homes, deciding that agriculture restoration projects needed to be put in place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Starting this process, the SJO also decided that it was also necessary to uplift the refugees of Taanab with a Summer festival in which we have invited the CIS to help out with the agriculture projects, showing the Taanab people that they only ever have their best interests at heart and to also join the SJO in celebration of freeing the planet from the tyranny of the Mandalorians.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 1: Project Green Fingers - Taanab needs to be restored to its former lush green self. SJO have come up with a plan to restore the planet and now it just needs to be implemented. A team has been assigned to work with Taanab people on building a large garden which will be the beginning of the agriculture project.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 2: Have a BBQ time! - The SJO is hosting a large BBQ for the people of Taanab, the SJO and their allies. Join in the cooking of meats and veg, grab something to eat, enjoy the many activities like the massive bouncy castle, water gun battle, sunbathing and more. The sun is shining and it is definitely time to enjoy it![/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 3: Purple Heart - The CIS have talked with the SJO and they have agreed to improve the structures that were unfortunately destroyed in the invasion by both sides out of the kindness of their hearts. The project is being lead by a team of CIS people who are going to upgrade the Taanab simple technology as a sign of good faith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective 4: BYOO - There is plenty to do on Taanab, come have fun and enjoy yourselves![/SIZE]

 

[Althea Becket]

Objective 4: BYOO
Location: Becket Family Ranch

The Stargazer set down in a field, where the prairie grass grew. The tall blades weren't green like they normally were, now more like a dried-up brown and singed black. It made Althea's heart drop. What would the family's livestock eat now? And then, the sad realization hit her – there were probably no animals left on the ranch to eat it.

“Stay here,” She said, glancing to the ginger cat that was curled up in the co-pilot's chair. Thea gave him a pat and a rub under the chin before she bolted from the cabin.

As her boot hit the ground on Taanab, Althea realized just how long she'd been away from home. She'd left years ago, hoping to forge her own way in space. And, she'd spent a great amount of that time working, too. Most of her credits she'd sent back home, every little bit helped. Once the Mandalorian's took over, she'd stayed away. For the most part, her family had been left to continue life as they knew it – they were too far out for the warrior-people to bother with.

Still, her family hadn't been thrilled about it – at least, from what she heard.

Holding a hand up to shield her eyes, Thea gazed out towards their property line – the one that bumped up against the Borgan family's. But, the brush had grown wild during her time away, she couldn't even see their house anymore. Sadly, she wondered if Billy was still there... if he was still alive. Thea shuddered, her bones chilled by the thought. She forced her feet into motion, her brothers would probably have some words for her if she lingered too much on the thought of Billy.

A brisk walk soon turned to a jog, and Althea's heart pounded. Their fences were wrecked, their coop in shambles, their barn collapsed, and the house...

It was gone.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective 2

Josh hadn't agreed with the tactics of the CIS during the invasion of Tanaab, but he could respect their desire to make things right. For all their efforts to humanize their methods, the Confederacy were still a war-minded people. The Silver Jedi Order had successfully helped guide them, he liked to think, but more work was still to be done. Which wasn't to take away from the efforts they had made, of course. They had impressed him, as far as what he would have expected from those that he normally called Sith. The CIS were... An interesting bunch. But so long as they kept going the right way, long-term co-existence and an everlasting partnership were most certainly in the future. And he was on board with that. Especially as he had friends within the CIS, such as [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Madalena Antares"] who while a bit chaotic, did have some of the biggest hearts deep down. While the both of them would never admit it, they would have made great Jedi with the right training and mindset. But he also understood that this was the path they walked. So long as that path was done right, he would be happy for them.

But that didn't stop the fact that Tanaab had been damaged. And the Silver Jedi Order and Confederacy had stepped in together to mend what had been broken. Normally, Josh would be right at the forefront of these efforts. This was his avenue, after all. Unfortunately, while the CIS had recently had a fight with the Clans, the Silver Jedi Order had been busy as well in their own fight. Unfortunately, their Sith allies had decided that the best thing to do was glass the planet while civilians were still on it, establishing the UCM and TSE as monsters, more than ever before, and a threat to the galaxy and its people. Josh had stepped up and had played a part in the countermeasure, creating a Shield of Light to protect the area from the effects as much as he could. But that effort came at a price. For a good deal of it, Josh had hung on singlehandedly and while he had managed to be extracted by his Padawan [member="Eenia Vahn"] and later recovered, his body was going to take time to be what it was. Meaning being part of the rebuilding efforts was out of the question, as much as he wanted to. But he did want to be there, as a representative of the Silver Jedi Order.

So the party would have to do.

The Jedi Master suddenly felt a lot older. Despite being in his late 20s, he felt like a world of age had fallen on him. Using a walking cane to keep himself steady on one side, with his five year old son Jason on his other side ensuring he didn't fall over, Josh absolutely hated feeling as miserably helpless as he did. He wanted to be out there doing things, but... There was a price to pay for doing what he had done. He had saved many lives, but now he had to let his body rest. At the least he hoped his sense of taste would return by the time they got to the food. Taking a bite out of a carrot he had brought with him, the Jedi let out an annoyed grumble as he spit it out.

"Bloody hell" He muttered, hoping Jason didn't hear that.

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Pandath City - Old Apothecary [Near City Center]​

Tag: [member="John Locke"]​

Objective: Hard to say. BYOO - A little of each?​

Status: Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness.​

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The once lush and rolling agricultural world had been scarred. The destruction was something that most couldn’t stomach, but, Gianna had remained on Taanab ever since the Confederacy had come to the sector. The climate was temperate with an abundance of sunlight. If it weren’t for the memories of what had happened it would appear to be an almost idyllic day. The fallen had been given proper burials or sent home to the parties that claimed them. The countless, countless numbers of inactive battle droids had been rounded up and melted down to create a surplus of quality metal for restoration efforts.

Gianna was exhausted. Her red-hair glimmered like fire in the morning light but her face was pale and wan. The majority of the people that she had worked with, that [member="Orn Pharr"] had sacrificed himself for, had been evacuated on medical frigates. The IFF’s had been registered as civilian transports and once they were found to be non-combatants they were allowed to pass. Some of the patients were hardened warriors. Death was preferable over the cowardice of surrender. Some of them…Some of them, despite her best efforts, died anyway.

Things went from bad to worse after a point on the ground. The fighting grew more intense before it seemed to diminish and finally fall away. For hours—For days Gianna couldn’t tell who won or who lost. She was never taken as a prisoner of war. It was just madness. Chaos. The slender woman had moved out of the Tal Hospital when able and began to try and move through the wounded that were on the field. The shields had come down. Everything was covered in smoke, the scent of burning, and ozone tickled her nose. Stole her air.

She could remember using the Force to save as many as she could. The sacrifice of the Master Jedi kept her from crossing the line. Gianna was weak, certainly, but her life was not in danger. Even after rest, mostly against her will, she was still less of a shining star than she had been. Within her lay hope. Faith. Yet there was also sadness. Remorse. Conflict.

It was unnatural for a Jedi to feel pulled in so many directions at the same time. There was no peace. There was only work, a salve, to a broken heart. This war was not something she would look back on and find deeper meaning in. She would find emptiness. Tears. She would see every piece of rubble. Every dead soldier, on both sides, and she would remember them until she breathed her last. At least the civilian casualties were minimal. The Silver Jedi and the Confederacy could do their best to restore the infrastructure so that hopefully, one day, Taanabian people could return and see the world they knew.

Not the warzone it had become.

Time and distance helped. They worked. They restored, replanted, and rebuilt. Most of the damage was localized to Pandath City since the rest of the planet had been cleared but it was still staggering. Gianna spent her days aiding the wounded and utilizing her gifts in gardening to restore the fields of crops that had been lost. A little applicated of the Force went a long way.

Current events, present day, found Gianna tucked into the corner of a small medical tent along the edges of what used to be an old Apothecary. It was wedged into the main city and had been partially destroyed, but, there were still valuable herbs and medicines that had survived. It also gave ger a place to keep the parting gifts that [member="Orn Pharr"] had left her with. Flowers and greenery had begun to grow where he passed. It was a sad reminder...But she couldn't help but walk by it every day. Communications had been mostly down so she hadn’t really been able to give a status, or, report to the Silver Jedi that the Neti had passed. Today was the day that the SJO and the CIS were said to return. They were trying to bring back a sense of life and hope. Trying to restore trust—Peace.

With more hands-on deck the only thing Gianna could really think about was the next step to take. Only, the next step it seemed, found her sound asleep on a makeshift desk, with a mortar and pestle beside her. For the first time since Taanab her sleep was something more than the sounds of a city being shelled. There were pieces of light. An old friend. And—Hope.

She dreamed of a chance for a new beginning. Maybe, this was it.

 

[Aida Aquila]

Objective 4: Byoo, Community Garden
(Will be joining 2 later on)
Location: Rural town

The Jedi Master's breeze presence could be easily found, something of a beacon in the middle of a rural town that had been hard-hit by the battle. Many of the rustic shopfronts had been destroyed, along with the townsfolk's own resources – their crops and livestock.

It pained her to see the aftermath.

Aida Aquila might not have approved of the methods used during the battle of Taanab, but she was here to help. This place, this peaceful world of rolling hills and farms could not become a simple casualty of war. And so, she had come here to ensure that the light of community remained strong.

There was a long stand set out, dressed with a gingham cloth, covered with a bounty of food. The Order had provided fresh fruit and vegetables from their own greenhouses, and baked bread from the kitchens. The people of Tanaab were free to come and take whatever they needed. However, Aida knew that these people were hard-workers, they were proud, and didn't simply want a hand-out.

That's why she'd set out to help them come together to build a community garden.

It would be small, compared to the scale of farming they were used to, but it would be enough to ensure they had fresh produce to share until their land was ready to grow once more.

The plot had been freshly tilled and a fence was in the process of being built. There were plant starts from the greenhouses on Kashyyyk ready to go in the ground – and plant supplements to go with them. Despite the fact that she was dressed in a white robe, as was her norm, Aida rolled up her sleeves, prepared to get a little dirty in the name of the greater good.

[OOC: Feel free to jump in and help garden if you'd like]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: In the fields | Tags: open​

Another war won. Scherezade found herself sitting on one of the large boulders outside the city, breathing in an out. Everything in her body hurt from the shots, cuts, and damage she had sustained during the fights that had erupted in the fields around the capital city. The smell of smoke and burning was still sharp in her nose, even though some time had passed. Somewhere not too far from her, she could hear the sounds of the festival taking place.

Sliding down to the ground and leaning against the boulder with her back now, Scherezade removed one of her knives and began to toy with it. She wasn't much in a mood for a festival. After so many months of almost destroying herself, running from mission to mission and Confederate party to Confederate party (or Silver party, in several cases), she was just tired.

Not too far from where she was, on the opposite end, she knew, was her ship. Waiting for her. For the end of another day, the end of another mission, another battle, another… Another. By the Force, she hated that word so much. It had been over a year and just hearing it inside her head made her want to rip throats out.

Dropping the knife to the ground, the Sithling sighed. Despite the aches and pains in her body, she'd had fun. War, for her, was fun. Combat, was life. Her body sang when she fought, her very blood singing so sweetly with melodies and lyrics that could never be uttered by mouths or comprehended by ears. There were simply no words to explain it in any other way.

But one could not always fight. Could not always be at war. Sooner or later, the weapons had to be dropped, because you'd either been defeated, or you'd won the bloody thing. And now what? There was no one to stab, no fight to pick unless she felt like causing a diplomatic klusterkrak by murdering some paddies, and basically…

Empty. That's what it was. A lingering emptiness.

Scherezade rested her back and looked at the sky. All that work, for a few agriculture fields. Had it not been the taint of the Mandalorians who followed Mandalore the Chicken that had been removed, she would have deemed it a waste of resources. But they had. And now the United Clans of Mandalore lost yet another foothold in the galaxy. How much more could they lose before they crumbled back into the nothing in which they belonged? She wasn't sure. But she'd knew she'd be there, just like she always was.

With a sigh, Scherezade forced herself up to her feet. Perhaps it was time to join the festivities after all. Sometimes, pretending that everything was good was easier when you were in a crowd.

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective 2 for now

The invasion of Tanaab was fierce and took many brave people to defend against, many sacrifices made to minimize damage. Tanaab was in need of assistance and there call was answered. There call was answered by many, but not by Reggie. The Padawan wasn't there to fight alongside his allies, nor there to defend the people like a Jedi should. He was a disgrace of an Jedi.

With the help of his friend Simon, Reggie was able to make the trip to Tanaab in order to help out with the rebuilding and to be there for some moral support. He wasn't on the planet when he was needed most, so he owed everyone to help out in the rebuilding effort. First, he would stop by the BBQ just to help out there and head over to where the garden was being built to help there as well.

On his way to the BBQ he saw [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] and his son, which brought Reggie's spirits even lower when he saw the state his Master was in. He had heard of the Master's sacrifice before coming to the planet, but seeing his Master made him feel more unworthy of the name "Jedi". Reggie had grown a lot, but was still how he was when he first joined the SJO. He may look more mature, but he had a long way to go.

The Padawan sighed and tried to change the look on his face to hide the internal conflict he was having. He walked towards his Master to greet him.

"Hello Master Dragonsflame."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 1 and 3: Project Green Fingers
Allies: CIS, SJO

For years now the Gungan was traveling all over the galaxy in search of new recipes and, especially after the downfall of the First Order, to get more locations in areas such as Lipsec, Phu and so on, so forth. Skor, Naboo were locations where Pizza Hutt did some work in urban farming, and later on Toydaria, but Taanab would be more conventional in nature. More of the farming on the field that characterized planets such as Chandrila, Kushibah, Uphrades or Dantooine. However, he knew in his heart of hearts that sustainability was key for Taanab's future so he would probably instead wish for urban farming, much as was done on Skor or Naboo, and proposed on Phu. So he'd have greenhouse equipment as well as other hydroponics and other equipment for rainwater collection, composting trash, that sort of stuff eco-sensitive hydroponic farming requires. As he reviewed the manifest of equipment onboard the AT-AT barge he used on occasion, he made his approach to the devastated planet's atmosphere.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Confederacy of Independent Systems were... well, not terrible. He had known them to do some good work, they did use droids to cut down on lives lost in conflict, planets had some autonomy, from his understanding, and quality of life wasn't as hampered as other groups. They didn't go out raiding, but there were times...

Times where Coren just thought that they were chained dogs. Lead by a Sith, none other than [member="Darth Metus"], definitely complicated the relationship that Coren felt with the CIS. They were there after Endgame, and that bought some agreement from the Jedi Master, but one good deed didn't keep it going. The fact that the CIS and the Silver Jedi, and Outer Rim Coalition all seemed to see eye to eye with each other, even if he didn't, meant he wasn't going to go to war with them. He would just do what he could to prevent the dark side from rising. The General in him knew the CIS alliance was a useful one, but the Jedi Master in him knew that there were changes to be made.

Especially after surveying Tanaab.

Shaking his head, once he arrived, he knew he was going to have to be doing some work. The Mandalorians brought the war upon themselves, but did it need to be to this level? He shook his head. Stepping from his freighter, the Corellian Sand Cat known as Navi (that was short for Navigator) stepped off and started slinking around. Starchaser knew the cat could respond to his call in the Force, should he need it, but he'd still watch out for the cat.

Coalition Peacekeepers had arrived, bringing pre-fabricated structures to land on the planet. And Coren himself had actually made his way to one of the smaller farms. He stepped out, looking ever the part of the Jedi, and there were some farms that weren't exactly keen on the Confederacy arriving, but they would accept a Jedi.

After a few minutes discussion, he found out it'd be construction he could do. But that wasn't his forte, so, the Jedi Master picked up an axe.

Woodcutting. Sure.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objective: 2 | Tags: Join Me! | Outfit: This​

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Victory. A dish, best served with flowing alcohol. ​

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As the dropship set down on the planet of Taanab, the Exarch's dropship came down to the planet's surface. Flanked by four of the Confederacy's specialized Vulture Droids, the ebony ship hissed as the air was released from the cabin. The vulture droids flew low, crossing over the dropship as they turned back to the skies above. The main loading ramp to the ship came down upon the planet. The passenger hold was cloaked in darkness, hiding the Exarch from view. They descended upon the planet first, with bodies of black durasteel and eyes crimson red. The Commando Droids were the best the Confederacy had to offer, and they were usually wielded with deadly intent.

Not today.

Today the Commando droids held metallic crates, filled with wines and alcohols from all across the galaxy. From Corellia's finest ales to the most sophisticated liquors that Serenno and Naboo could offer. The droids began to walk through the crowds, dispersing the libations with manners of simulated cheer. As the droids offered the party goers drinks and cheer, the Exarch made his way down the loading ramp. He adjusted the glasses that he wore, pulling them under his eyes so his amethyst orbs could take in the sight. Today he wore a maroon suit with ebony adornments. Not exactly the attire of a barbecue, but it was not like he was here to truly enjoy the festivities. No, he had little cares about these types of gatherings. Though he could enjoy them, he paid them little mind. He turned, making his way towards a nearby bar.

Taanab had a number of liquors that the Exarch had not tried. In celebration of his victory? He would try them all. One of the Commando droids flanked him, it's arms dutifully crossed behind his back as it did. Adron's glasses began to turn in response to the sun, creating a shade over his eyes and thankfully providing him with a barrier between them and the bright day.

In the skies above, the Vulture Droids that had escorted him to the planet continued to fly about. From their missile bays came out large explosive rounds of fireworks. Allow the people to marvel and rejoice, for the war is not over. Not yet.

The Exarch looked to the bartender droid and spoke plainly. "Scotch." He ordered, glancing back up to the skies to eye the vulture droid team.

No, the war was not yet over. But it would be soon. One way or another.

 

[Krystal]

Objective: Purple Heart
Wearing: Simple black armourweave bodysuit
Wielding: Nothing
Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"] || Open

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Krystal shouldn't be here.

She left them at Tanaab. They didn't need her, of course, but that didn't change the fact that she left. So here she was, coming not to make amends -- for perhaps that could not be done -- but coming to at least pretend to. Her old VCX -- on its last legs, for sure, but not giving up yet -- landed outside the main spaceport, She knew it was a distinctive design, for all the mods she had made, and she didn't want to draw any attention that she didn't have to. And so she walked. It was hot (not overly so, but enough that she was sweating underneath her bodysuit) and dry, a lovely day for all the festival goers but too hot to be comfortable while working.

Karma was certainly a figure.

Slinging her pack onto her other shoulder, Krystal looked at the various projects that were going on. They ranged from high tech upgrades to simple repair jobs. She was a damn good mechanic so she wasn't too worried about where she would be helpful -- she was more simply trying to avoid those that she knew. It seemed that no one was interested in the woodwork -- rather boring if she thought about it -- so that suited her quite well.

The destruction at Tanaab had been so severe that even civilian farmhouses, carefully marked and avoided as non-military, bore remnants of the destruction. And it was here that Krystal would begin.

But it would seem that she wasn't alone.

Krystal hadn't noticed, but working also in the same area was [member="Coren Starchaser"] . He clearly wasn't a Confederate -- or at least not one of any importance, or Krystal would have recognized him. So... he was fine to talk to, then. He wouldn't know of her abandonment, nor would he likely care.

"So. You drew the short straw? Or is busywork just your thing?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

When the smoke had cleared, it was evident that the Mandalorians had been routed. Alkor glanced out over the smoke-clouded battlefield and saw the warriors visibly reeling, as though they had never expected to face an overwhelming force. Brutal miscalculation, considering who their opponent had been; but hubris had always been their Modus Operandi.

They had held out at a hospital, of all things. In the middle of a massive Spaceport, they decided to hold a hospital. Whether they were appealing to some sense of morality or simply had no tactical acumen, Alkor couldn't say. He'd never seen them operate this way when he was living among them.

Now, with a fragile peace installed and the Mandalorians ran out, he opened the comms channel to the Confederate and Silver Jedi forces in waiting. "Tanaab control to allied forces, you are clear for landing in Pandath City. Someone who's qualified to actually run this tower please come and take the controls.

I'd like an ale, please."

 

[Darth Miseria]

Objective: A little of everything! | [member=Jaron Lesan] | [member=Madalena Antares]​

Dianah took a deep breath of fresh air. To be away from all their responsibilities on Krant was a rare treat, even more so because this wasn't a business call or some dreary meeting. This was a celebration of freedom and promise, a victory for both the Confederacy and the Order... and victory sure smelled damn good.

In fact, it smelled exactly like food.

A smile lit up her expression as she chased the scent across the slightly scorched landscape. 'Mmm, do you smell that?' She queried to the man who's fingers entangled hers. It had been an age since they'd had a day alone together, a day to simply relax and enjoy each others company. 'I know where we're headed first! I can guarantee Maddy will be heading straight there when she gets here.' With a gentle tug and her trademark grin, she set them down the path of following the enticing aroma of barbecue. 'Don't worry...' She offered [member=Jaron Lesan] a sly smirk, sweet tone filled with a light laugh. 'It doesn't smell half as good as yours.'

Just behind the slowly wondering couple, a giant Loth wolf of pure white snow bounded haphazardly, tongue whipping freely in the wind with each leap. Dianah couldn't help but snort at him. It wasn't exactly the right place for a Loth wolf, but Murugan wasn't going to sit in the ship quietly like a good boy. He had become rather boisterous and giddy, much to the delight of his master. To be away from the same rolling forests he experienced day after day on Krant, it was just as much a treat for him as it was for Dianah.

Whilst their primary goal was to make amends for the scars of war the CIS left behind in their haste to see the Mandalorian rule gone, this was also a fine opportunity to have some fun. It was a chance to catch up with old friends, meet new faces, and to truly spend time with the ones she loved.

 

[Violet Kianar]

Objective: two, make connections
Wearing: Suit
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"]

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No one gets anywhere on their own.

Violet had not been involved in the fighting on Tanaab, nor had she been in the political maneuvering that came before it. As much as she had wanted to fight her family had not allowed it -- she would not be allowed to leave Triffis to engage in such degenerate activities. Brushing shoulders with Confederate importants, on the other hand? That was a valid use of her time.

And a lot less risky too, she supposed.

So Violet was landed on Tanaab, after all of the fun had gone down -- and she still wasn't even allowed to fly her own ship. As soon as she landed, she strode off into the party. It wasn't quite the ball that her parents were used to, but it would do just fine for her purposes. A glass of champagne was really all that she was lacking at this point, so she set off in search of a serving droid of sorts. She spotted several, but none of them had quite what she was looking for. They had a simulated atmosphere of cheer around them as they rolled about the crowds, dispensing their surely-sub-par alcohol. Grabbing a small sandwich off of one of the tables, she finally found what she wanted -- an actual bar. Perfect.

"I'll have a tall glass of champagne, please."

She leaned onto the bar, examining her surroundings. And as fate would have it...

The Exarch of the Confederacy. Alone and right beside her.

Perfect.

He was looking to the skies, searching for some unknown thing, when Violet caught his eye.

"Excuse me, sir, but I must say -- that tie works quite wonderfully with your eyes."

 

[John Locke]

Location: Taanab
Objective: BYOO
Tagging: [member="Gianna Aegis"]

There was something calming about watching the Jedi descend on a planet, a salve for the planets wounds and pains. John had seen it across countless worlds, it was something of the light they carried with them that brought this sense of calm that Tanaab desperately needed. No planet could take the kind of fighting that had occurred on Taanab without bearing the scars of it, scars the Jedi were uniquely placed to salve, to repair. And they had fallen too in a huge way, ships of resources, of healers and botanists descending on the planet, spreading out to help the returning refugees settle back in at home.

John could see all this, he could see the jubilant expressions on their faces as they saw their world could to life around them, about hte potential this spoke of for the future. Which was great, John knew he should be glad but he couldn't bring himself to feel that sense of jubilation that everyone else felt. The man stared down at the glass clutched between his fingers, the crystal catching the light, patterns dancing through the amber liquid contained within. After everything that had happened, the fleet battle to end all fleet battles John knew he should be savouring it, should be outside with the rest of the Order helping to rebuild the world, revelling in life. But he couldn't. His mind kept going back to that moment, that horrible moment on the bridge of the Halcyon Storm when he'd seen the attack on the medical frigates. When he'd felt the icy claws of despair seize his heart, and they'd never really let go.

He'd stayed on the ground, helping the refugees who had returned, who were still returning, find shelter, the food and necessities they needed for survival while the SJO and the CIS deployed their vast resources to help the planet, to bring it back. They were arriving today, right now, the experts and specialists. Maybe he'd helped the people before, but they didn't need him anymore. No-one did, no-one should. He'd just let them down, he'd let her down. Maybe if he'd done something different, disobeyed orders to bring his fleet closer to the planet he could have stopped the attack. A million options, a million what-ifs to haunt his dreams. The victory hadn't been bloodless at all, John knew that, had walked the graves but, there were times he swore he could still feel her presence. A ghost to haunt him maybe. John's gaze fell back to the Corellian Whiskey in his hand, lifting it to his lips before he paused. He could see it, that little moue of disapproval, her face scrunched up. The cyborg stood there, frozen for a moment before he sighed placing the glass on the table before he turned and walked out the door. He didn't know what he was going to do now, if not revenge then maybe something to make her proud.

That sounded good.

John's hands slipped into his pockets as he padded down the road towards the spaceport, he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do now. Part of him wanted to resign from the Order, loose himself in his work, in building up the company, the path he'd seen before him so long ago. Another part wanted to stay with the Order, try to do something more, something worthy. The other part...the lure of the whiskey was still there, he could turn around and sink right back into it.

"Yeah, cutest little thing you'd ever seen but she fixed me up good. I didn't know that any of the Jedi had arrived yet but she's working up a storm in the hospital."

His path shifted, veering away from the spaceport, the hospital wasn't all that far our of the way...the other side of town wasn't that far. Hope was a wonderful, terrible thing, it could lift your spirits but a failed hope, a failed hope now that could send you crashing into the darkest pits of despair. It wasn't a seed John dared let take seed...it was a seed that found it's way through all his defences almost effortlessly. Maybe she was alive but...she'd have said something right?

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objective: 2 | Tags: [member="Violet Kianar"] | Outfit: This​

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It was hard to miss the pure white that filled the corner of his eyes. Just as the bartender set a glass of scotch before him, he heard a voice call out to him. His hand wrapped around the glass, but he paused from taking the drink. He turned his eyes towards the woman beside him. She had approached the bar, hopeful for a fine drink and ordered a bottle of champagne. Well, she seemed to have a good taste for her wine at least. The Exarch did offer the woman a brief smile, more knowing than courteous.

"Viceroy Kianar." He greeted her. He turned now to the woman who approached him and gave her compliment some notice. "It's a newer one. I had one just like it growing up and decided to have a copy made. There's a fine tailor on Naboo that does wonderful work on recreations."

He brought the scotch to his lips, taking a favoring sip of the liquor. It left his throat warm, yet the taste was oddly sweet. It seemed that Taaanab was not keen on making a fine scotch. He set the glass back on the bar, before looking to the bar droid. The look he gave most droids was one of disdain, yet this one was gifted a particularly agitated gaze. "Whiskey. The scotch isn't to my taste." The bartender droid nodded, before searching for a fine whiskey. He returned with a bottle that had a number of silver adornments on it. He saw the whiskey and recognized it immediately. "Is that native to this world?" He asked the droid, who glanced back at it before nodding. "Yes, Exarch. Red Skies Whiskey was founded on Taanab nearly seven-hundred an-"

"I'll take the bottle, just be silent." He held a hand of dismissal up as the droid placed a glass down and began to pour the Exarch a drink in silence. "Would you care to join me? It's a fine brand. Smooth and rich." He urged the Viceroy. As it was, the Exarch often made it his goal to meet with the new Viceroys of the Confederacy. While he was essentially their boss, there was the matter of succession. For Adron to succeed his master, he would need the vote of the Viceroyalty. The Exarch took hold of the glass, downing a good bit of the liquid before turning his eyes on Violet. "If i remember correctly you are the new Viceroy of Triffis, correct? Sadly I have not been able to visit your world yet, but I do intend to soon. With the war going in our favor, we are eager to see our people prosper back home, of course." He was political, quite political. Yet as he spoke, that rich noble accent was more rich than bureaucratic.

 

[Kaden Farr]

OBJECTIVE: Repair and Rebuild ​

w. [member="Daisy Americus"] | open​

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Death and Destruction had been the theme of Taanab. While the reports had been devastating as the numbers of lives lost were reported. Kaden could not help but feel a sense of dread as he new the Netherworld well, and he never wished for any to face the darkness he experienced for so long in his life. Kaden would rather return than see others find themselves there. It was not a realistic expectation, but Kaden was reckless because of it. He had exuded a darkness himself during the conflict which came from a pure hatred and revenge for his own personal hurts and scars.

Today was different. Today, Kaden was there to help. His hands would not take life, but they would give life today. Rather than destroy, Kaden’s hands would rebuild. There was something different about it. He knew how. His efforts to aid in rebuilding Mandalore after the civil war had been few paired with those of many which had seen great success. Yet, there was also something foreign about it which Kaden felt he could not enjoy. After all it had been during a time of peace and security when his life had seemed to be upended.

His hands were made for war, but Kaden knew one who was not. [member="Daisy Americus"] was handy, she understood tech in ways Kaden did not. She was a healer where Kaden was a killer. Perhaps they could not be more opposite than they were, but there was also enough in command that they worked. While everyone was set up to party, Kaden felt he needed to put his hands to work on helping to mend the destruction he had helped cause. There was a tension in his soul. His mother would question the motive for helping rather than causing fear and destruction, and yet, Kaden wanted to help. Yes, Daisy was helping him to feel again. She broke through the beskar which lined his heart. How? Kaden would never know, but she had.

He stood dressed ready to work. His hand gripped a tool he was slightly familiar with. Kaden’s first thought had been he knew how to kill with it, but as he approached the structures his team would be working on, Kaden reminded himself they were there to work and rebuild.

“Let’s get to work folks… others might be having a party, but we broke this so we fix it.”

 

[Atasihd Zi]

Location: At the BBQ
Objective: Eat?

Lifting (well, a lot of acts) still made parts of him ache with considerable intensity, but when he was roped into helping with the BBQ set up, it was better than going mad in the Silver Rest while he continued to recuperate, process the act of delving into Jedi life, and think back on the stories imparted to him of his Jedi mother, in his childhood. That the act of freeing Tanaab had yielded others who were on the mend as he was made the now-erstwhile bounty hunter feel less... embarrassed at his continued state of weakness. When he could handle no more work, he took a nerf steak sandwich and went about finding either a spot in the grass to ease himself down into, or a soul to talk to.

At least, that was the plan until he almost bowled right into [member="Reggie Faayare"], who had walked across his path to greet a master, [member="Josh Dragonsflame"], causing him to come to an abrupt stop in his stride, and making him come quite near to dropping his sandwich. His stomach growled, and almost, too, did he, when some slivers of beetroot and onion fell out from between the bread, instead. He bit back the sharp, admonishing words on the tip of his tongue; his current state was still doing damage to his mood, but it was he who hadn't been minding his surroundings. Looking fiercely at the sandwich, he lifted it, ripped out a whole quarter of it with a full mouth of sharp canine teeth, and chewed away his sudden, uncalled-for ire.

This chapter would pass. He would be strong again.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBH-dO68ooA​

Objective: Rebuild​

Tag: [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

Tanaab burned. The city was destroyed, the grass land made barren by the bombardments against it. Homes were devastated, and people's lives were shattered. Hopelessness filled everyone. On the planets surface, many injured Dauntless soldiers still remained, forcing the peace, relishing in the victory that their blood had won hard. Finally, the corrupting influence of the Mandalorians could be wiped away. However, as the soldiers, and Allya looked around the city, it seemed so far away. However, hope filled the young girl's hope as she got on the comm. “Deliverance. Permission to enter granted.” A few moments a later, the comm burst to life. “Right away, Lady Vi'Dreya. Deliverance inbound.”

Not long after, The Deliverance exited hyperspace, and the massive station moved itself above the city of Pandath. The beautiful white spires glistened in the light of the star. The eighty kilometer behemoth cast its shadow across the scarred landscape of the city and the grasslands outside. Like millions of insects, automated transports began to launch from the Deliverance, and headed towards the city and grass lands. They landed all around the rubble, and one by one, unloaded legions of droids. These droids began to load rubble onto the transports, and worked to clear away the visages of war. Tirelessly the droids worked, loading the craft. When bodies were found, they were brought to the side, to be identified, and eventually returned to their families.

When full the transports lifted back to the sky, and moved into the hangers of the station to unload, and allow the materials to be molded in the molecular furnace into raw materials, which would be sent to the hundreds of factories that filled the interior. The factories created new foundations, new walls, and beams, and girders, power lines, pipes and generators. Everything that the city would need to be rebuilt. Like a constant flow, ships came and went. Once enough space would be created for rebuilding, construction droids would be brought down with the materials to begin building. But for now, they simply ferried the vast amount of materials.

Allya smiled and called out to her soldiers. “Alright! Help is on the planet. We got this. Our shift is up! However, I'm not leaving until I've undone everything we did. Until every body of our comrade and enemy has been recovered, and we make the place glisten again! Who is with me?” The Soldiers who were capable screamed out, and raised their hands in the air. War was death. It was a needed evil. But it was in how one was waged, and what you did after, that the true heart of those who fought it are known. Allya had done what she could to minimize effects of war. It had been...disheartening when the Mandalorians had destroyed most of their own city.....That would be a thing of the past in the coming weeks. It's why she had created the Deliverance. To repair this horribleness. To save at least a small piece of her soul and heart at the end.


As the soldiers moved towards Coren, carrying supplies with them, they set themselves to work next to the Jedi Master. Each was charred, and burned, they had paid the price for victory and it was clear in every painful movement. Allya herself stumbled a bit, her ribs and leg still giving her trouble. Later....Later. The battle had just ended, but she didn't have time to heal up yet. She placed her hand over her heart and bowed deeply to Coren. “Master Starchaser. Thank you for your assistance. Where shall we begin here?”

 

[Violet Kianar]

Objective: Two
Wearing: Suit
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"]

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The champagne that the server had delivered to Violet was perfect. The one thing she would allow the life her parents had given her was that it certainly taught her a fine taste. She sipped on the bubbles as Adron spoke to her, nodding to his mention of the craftsmen on Naboo. She certainly hadn't been off-planet long enough to discover that herself, so she made a mental reminder to herself of the note.

As the Exarch spoke to the droid, Violet found her mind begin to wander. The doors, obviously. Windows, though those are elevated enough to be a pain. Probably a servers' entrance in the back, and none of the locks looked particularly sturdy. She dug her nails into her palm and snapped back to focus. Nothing was going to happen. She could leave whenever she pleased. She could feel a trickle of blood run through her hand and she reached for a napkin from the bar, feigning an imperceptible stain on her suit.

Blood on her white jacket would be rather hard to explain to her parents.

She hadn't seemed to miss much, thankfully -- she just caught the tail end of what seemed to be a rather dry explanation of the history of some sort of alcohol. Just as she downed the last sip of her champagne, the Exarch offered to share.

"I didn't quite catch the whole history, Exarch, but I would be happy to partake."

Violet took small sips of her glass as Adron spoke to her. "I couldn't say that there's much going on of interest at home, sir, but the sway of the war is certainly doing wonders for our moral. Indeed, just a short while ago had a city-wide festival in the capital to welcome some of our soldiers home, even as more had left for Tanaab.

"The people seem to see what they want to -- and the more of that there is, the better."