A Light in the Dark.

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra sat on a stone, breathing out as she worked to mend one’s wounds, her body pale and some blood touching the edge of her lips as the force worked like a surgeons hands with precision and holding Alexandra’s spirit in order to give life to another in exchange for a portion of hers. She had busy busy, slowly stiching the wounds of soldiers and civies alike. After all, that was their mission today, the mission of the Republic, of the Republic Jedi, and of those who would volunteer their time just as she did.

Her hands shifted and moved over the wound, flesh repairing and the man’s breathing stabilized, his imperial uniform being pulled back on and led to another area before a republic soldier with a blaster would to the shoulder was brought to her, leaving a sorrow to consume her face. The now milky eyes were blind to the physical but the damage had been done to more than just wound his body.

Her hand raised and she reached out, touching the wound and focusing as a strand of light was severed and crawled up her arm before beginning to weave into him like needle and thread. Just as before, the severing of that strand of light left Alexandra to find herself coughing into her sleeve, the silver fabric stained crimson and her body remaining deathly pale.

The others of her order and those who came to help the planet would be given their own missions, or find something of their own to do. Perhaps even Sith infiltrators remained in the area, staying to gather information or observe? Maybe Mandalorians remained, showing they are more than just warriors only good for a fight and nothing more. Perhaps the Silvers or Alliance in Exile would arrive with interest too in the proceedings of everything happening on the planet.

But if none of those groups were here today, she knew that the Republic and it’s Jedi Sect would be to help the Corellians. That those like her own student and daughter [member="Abigail Meredydd"] would be on the planet helping, likely not far considering the girl’s habits and worries. Alexandra was happy to see some unity in order to rebuild after damage done by their aid in the first place, especially on a shattered planet like Corellia.


(This is a rebuilding thread for the Correllian Campaign. I will be posting a second thread that is an rewards and honor ceremony for characters later this weekend. Use this thread as a meet and greet, and make some connections with others, or infilitrate and learn something about an enemy for any Sith who want to join.)

 

[Rick Kaloo]

PICKLE RICK - MED BAY 8​

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The ship was a mess.​

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Pickle Rick had faced a Sith fleet numbering in the dozens, outgunning even the massive vessel. But the worst turn of luck in the battle was the Sith's use of armament modulators. Every vessel in the fleet had their shields effortlessly pierced, and it was clear that ORME would need to create countermeasures for such deadly technology. At the very least, they would need to develop a weapon even more powerful than the modulators.

After a desperate action in which Pickle Rick had been towed into hyperspace and out of the battle, repairs began to be made. The comms systems had been restored, and Rick once again took command of the Sixth Fleet. After an hour's hard work from nearly a hundred engineers, the fried and warped hyperdrive was returned to working condition. After the two essential functions of Pickle Rick were restored, Rick sent the rest of the Fleet off while Pickle Rick made a return trip. He knew he was hurting his already critically damaged flagship, but he felt it be more important to return to Corellia.

As part of Pickle Rick's model of self-sustainability, there were dozens of fully stocked medical quarters with multiple rooms, with some even having large bacta tanks. Overall, Pickle Rick could provide as much medical aid as five large hospitals put together. That was the reason why Rick had brought the ship back. Miraculously, Pickle Rick's armor had held up well enough to keep every medical bay intact. Automatic fire suppression systems had kept the flames from the engines from burning through the essential medical supplies, and Pickle Rick was now well-stocked to heal thousands. Indeed, ships were coming up from Corellia and the orbital battlefield, boarding on the intact portions of Pickle Rick and being supported by whatever crew survived the flames. Rick had also called for volunteer medical personnel to assist the overwhelmed doctors onboard Pickle Rick, and in fact just any volunteer in general.

Rick Kaloo walked through Medical Bay 8, watching as dozens of people walked in, with wounds ranging from lodged shrapnel to limbs on the verge of falling off. Those in more urgent need were sent to the bacta tanks or surgical rooms, while others simply waited impatiently for medical prescriptions and casts to come their way. Rick was not too knowledgeable in the art of Force healing, but he would still provide quite a morale boost. The captain of a ship nearly annihilated was now coming down to check on the wounded and restore order.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

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[Yasha Cadera]

“Mand’alor, the Infernal is now in orbit. We’re sending supplies down. It’s ok love, we’re coming.” Captain Girak Kierke cut his holo-call and rushed to the hangar bay, to get onto a flight down. “Peggy! Let’s go!”

“Coming Daddy! See what my dang Niece and Nephew got themselves into this time.”

“Just fortify the buildings.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Peggy clip-clipped along in her heels, dressed in a bejewelled engineer’s jumpsuit. The Panathan architect would hit the ground with Mandalorian engineers, flooding areas of architectural instability to shore up what they could and join in the relief effort.

[member="Kaine Australis"] was laid out in a hospital bed, and Yasha & Kaine needed their family.

“And the other other other broad...” Strabo bellowed, drinking freely from a flask. The thud, thud of Yasha’s spear clunked on the ground as the young Infernal limped into the room where her husband laid.

“Thank you Strabo. That’ll be all.” Yasha sniffed under her helmet. Strabo stopped his storytelling and bolted from the chair, offering it for Yash.

“Sit! Sit, lass! Sit. I’ll get you a medic.” Strabo fussed over her, until Yasha swatted him away.

“There are many more wounded than me.” She hit the latch on her helm, feeling it’s coils brush upon her shoulders like a cape.

“Not all of ‘em have a batch of buns in the oven, ner vod.” Strabo leaned against the door, turning the lights low for Yasha’s sensitive eyes. “I’ll go afore you swat me.”

“Thanks Strabo. Guard the door.” The old Mando rapped at the wall as he left, watching Yasha undo her crushgaunts to take Kaine’s hand in hers, her other hand on his brow.

“Kain’ik? Kaine, I didn’t get to you fast enough. Baby? Kaine Love. Show me those gorgeous blues. Please love.” Leaning down, Yasha grunted softly at the pain in her side, and kissed his comatose lips.

Girak came into the room, sliding his hands on his granddaughter’s shoulders.

“We’re here Yaiya. Peggy’s already taking over the rescue efforts, with our Mandos. How’s the patient?” Girak bent down on his haunches to see into Yasha’s red rimmed eyes. He brushed her cheek with his fingers, and smiled for her. “He’ll pull through. Hear that, Kaine? You don’t have a choice, son.”

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Rhane Varless]

''Admiral Varless, the Pickle Rick has re-entered the system.'' Commander Nitso found Rhane in the hanger of the Saesee Tinn preparing to board his starfighter while donning his battle armor. He was next to a replica of an older style of ship, an ARC-170. The replica had many modern upgrades, making it one of the most fearsome vessels in the entire SJO fleet. Rhane nodded, flipping down his mask and pressurizing the suit. With one swift motion he leapt from the ground and into the the craft's cockpit. He flipped a switch on the dashboard that opened the gunner's station.

''Hop in.'' he said, beginning a pre-flight examination.

''What?'' Nitso asked, confused.

''I'm dropping you off on the Pickle Rick to aid with administration. Several officers have been killed or wounded, Admiral Kaloo was requested emergency staff. They could certainly need someone to temporarily assist them.'' Nitso nodded and climbed into the gunner's station. Rhane lit up the afterburners, screeching his way out of the hanger. Several shuttles filled with various medical personnel, ranging from combat medics to doctors followed them.

In just a moment, the two found themselves in the hanger of the Pickle Rick and searching around for a commanding officer. They found a Zabrak on top of a balcony in the middle of the hanger, screaming out orders to various pilots and crews. Rhane approached but she seemed not to notice. Finally, she happened to peer down and spot Rhane. She appeared embarrassed.

''Admiral Varless! I-I'm surprised to see you here, what can I help you with.'' The Zabrak snapped to a weak salute.

''I'm here to see the commander of your fleet, [member="Rick Kaloo"]. Is he alright? I was unable to contact him during the battle.''

''To my knowledge he is alright, our communications system went down.''

''I see, and where I might find him at?''

''Last I heard, he was heading towards Medical Bay 8.'' Rhane nodded and the Zabrak saluted a final time. Rhane turned around to the large group of doctors and medics, evenly splitting them up among the various medical bays with orders to return to the fleet within the next three days.

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Rhane entered the large medical bay filled with injured soldiers, his medics and doctors immediately got to work. He peered around at the various states of injury, pitying them all. He spotted a human lying on a cot near the entrance. He was crying out of one eye, with the other bandaged up, apparently blasted off. He approached the man and placed one of his hands around the man's skull. He stood in that position for a moment, before peering under the patch. A ball of milky white liquid had formed in his eye. Slowing, it twisted and turned around until it took the shape of a reformed eye. The soldier stopped crying and turned pale.

''Y-Y-You saved my eye!''

''No, The Force saved your eye.'' Rhane smiled, turning away and leaving the man in awe. Down at the end of the hall he saw Rick. He quickly approached the Admiral and stretched out his hand for a handshake. He introduced himself.

''Admiral Kaloo, I'm Rhane Varless of the newly minted seventh fleet.'' he said with a warm smile.

''I'm leaving some of my medical personnel aboard your vessel for the next few days along with Command Nitso.'' he gestured to Nitso, who was close behind him. ''Nitso will aid you in administrative affairs and return when she feels you have things under control. I am currently indisposed as I have matters to attend to on the surface. Is there anything else I can do for you?''

 

[Rick Kaloo]

PICKLE RICK - MED BAY 8​

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From the double doors marking the entrance to the bay, a Besalisk walked in and introduced himself.​

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"Nice to meet you, Admiral Rhane. It's nice to see that you will be supporting us, and healing all that have been wounded." replied Rick. "There is not much else I need, but I appreciate the request. Pickle Rick should be back to full battle condition in under a month, and then my operations will resume as usual."

Then, he walked away, deeper into the medical bay and left Rhane to fulfill his other obligations. As he did so, he talked to the Commander Nitso that the fellow admiral had mentioned. "I thank you sincerely for taking your time to help with medical efforts. All of the Corellian liberators, especially those in Pickle Rick, took many casualties. Having command to reassure the people and restore order is definitely a necessity. As of currently, you can work with coordinating the distribution of medical supplies between each med bay on Pickle Rick. While they are all fully stocked, they will drain quickly as more of the wounded arrive. Comms have been restored since the battle, so feel free to use the radio by the reception desk. It'll provide a direct link to the other fifty-nine medical bays on Pickle Rick."

After the lecture, Rick walked to the end of the hall devoted to Med Bay 8 and took a seat on the hard steel floor. He took out his personal radio and resumed his steady flow of orders throughout Pickle Rick.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Rhane Varless"]