Private A Time For Healing and Reconnection.

[Arabella Olivarius]

System: Mirial
City: Sancta Concordia
TAG: Arlo Amnen

How long has it been? Arabella didn't keep track of how long its been but surely she has been on this planet for much longer than she anticipated. But with the light of Ashla, even time itself can be weathered and endured through. The Juror would sigh a bit, watching the sky through the domed glass. Mirial was already a harsh world, a planet covered in nothing more than cold deserts. To come here with thousands of other loyalists that she had to ferry to her on her cruiser, it certainly was a grueling experience to say the least. Perhaps what was even worse is that Mirial had been the sight of a battle between GA and SO forces. It only made trying to bounce back even more difficult. Yet hard work and faith prevailed. A small city had been built, complete with a dome to regulate temperature so hydroponics can be used to grow food. A small temple devoted to Ashla had been built as well. Humans, Miralians and Voss called this place home. Arabella knew that she needed to expand elsewhere on Mirial but for now, this small city would do.


She continued to look above to notice her cruiser coming out of hyperspace. Most likely coming back from a supply run. Shuttles began to descend down the few landing pads on the outskirts of the city, where tubes from the city connected to airlock doors. Arabella, would place a hand on the hilt of her lightsaber pike as she descended down some gold colored stairs, making her way to the pads. A couple of the guards were already there by the time she arrived, already dividing up the supplies by categories and also some refugees as well. Arabella would walk to the refugees and spoke in a kind but authoritative tone.

"Attention brothers and sisters in Ashla! It warms my heart to see that more of Ashla's followers have survived the collapsed of the Crusade. Please I know you all might be scared and confused, but take heart. Ashla did not abandon us. For her light has given us the means to endure and survive through the end times. Please divide yourselves up into groups six, and state your full name to the guards. Your housing will be assigned and also the time for mass prayer is at sundown."

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Sancta Concordia, Mirial
Tag: Arabella Olivarius

Ashla's love was not such a strange concept to Arlo that he couldn't understand the comfort it brought, but he struggled greatly to feel the same peace that the rest of the congregation did. All Arlo felt since the day he fled Muunilinst was pain and fear and anger and loss. He was hungry and alone, far from friends or family. If this was Ashla's love, Arlo wasn't sure he wanted it.

A single tear trailed down his porcelain cheek as he stepped alongside the others, shuffling with the crowd of fellow refugees displaced by war and famine. He thought of his mother Tyonna Arkose and Uncle Romulus Vel. Things happened so fast when the Braxant Covenant collapsed, when House Amnen was hunted by its enemies. Seeing their faces in his mind forced the tears to stream down his face now. He could hear a voice inside telling him to shape up, to represent his house with dignity, but there was little point to that, now.

He was just a boy, not some Justiciar fighting for honor. A lonely, scared, uncertain boy.

It was okay to cry, he decided.

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

System: Mirial
City: Sancta Concordia
TAG: Arlo Amnen

"Lady Juror, there appears to be a group of children amongst the refugees." one of the guards would tell Arabella. Arabella's face frowned a bit, doing her best to mask the heartbreak she nodded slowly. Children with no parents, war orphans. Arabella was happy that this group of refugees seemingly have taken them to ensure they had something to eat and wear. But those burdens will now pass onto Arabella and the city she had founded. She will ensure these children would be taken care of

"Please escort them to the orphanage. Tell a Prioress to head over there and assist the helpers there. Ensure the children have some new clothes and some warm food. They will need all the comfort and care we can give them. Tell the Prioress to ensure these children know Ashla's kindness."

The guard seemingly nodded as he walked off to carry out Arabella's orders. Meanwhile the juror, seemingly sighed. Her eyes drifted to the refugees as they were gently ushered into the train to be taken deeper to the city. She spotted a boy, shedding a tear. Arabella walked over to him, pulling out a small cloth that had the Ashlan Crusade symbol embroidered on it. She would hand it to the boy with a kind smile. "Here you go. Use it to wipe your tears and blow your nose. Take as much time as you need. You must have been through alot. But it's going to be okay. You're safe now and in the warmth of Ashla's Light."

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Sancta Concordia, Mirial
Tag: Arabella Olivarius

Arlo startled at the Juror’s approach, his nerves still high-strung from the daunting journey he’d made to reach Mirial. He took the handkerchief silently, noting the Ashlan crest embroidered into the fine cloth before using it to dab at his cheeks. It felt coarse against his raw skin, but he was grateful for the kindness.

“T-thank you,” he managed to say. Arlo folded the cloth neatly and slipped it into his pocket, fully intending to wash and return it to the kind Ashlan woman the first chance he got. He looked up to her then, with two brown eyes that were red and puffy. “What’s going to happen to me now?” Arlo asked. He noticed that many of the children were being separated from their groups by the Ashlans, and while he knew it likely wasn’t an act of ill will, it still made him nervous.

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

System: Mirial
City: Sancta Concordia
TAG: Arlo Amnen

"Now dear child, we will house and feed you. Get you some new clothes and try to see if we can find your parents. We will take your name and run it through our registry. If we find any relatives, we can house you with them. But until then, most if all the children will be staying in the orphanage. You'll be safe and no longer need to worry about being constantly on the move. "

Arabella didn't like to see children upset. She always had a soft spot for them, especially how they looked up to them. She could remember when she was that young, still full of naivety, of life, of a hopeful future. These children have been robbed of that small time to be innocent. The horrors of the galaxy came upon them all in a massive tidal wave. Another reminder to ensure that all followers of the Bogan must be eradicated at all costs. Arabella knew that in time, those blessed with Ashla's gift of the Force, will need to be trained in by Knight Orders. But for now, the children will be given time to adjust and be kids once more. Until their eternal service starts in the name of Ashla. Arabella extended her hand out.

"Come along please. I'll take you into the city and then you can see your new home up close." Arabella gave a reassuring smile "Does that sound nice?"

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Sancta Concordia, Mirial
Tag: Arabella Olivarius

"My mother is Tyonna Amnen," Arlo said with a crack in his voice. Saying her name aloud could have been dangerous if any of his house's enemies were among the crowds, but Arlo thought it was a calculated risk. Her name would certainly yield results if the Ashlan's search methods were comprehensive. Muunilinst wasn't that far from Mirial, and he couldn't have been the only Braxant remnant among the refugees... could he?

Arlo felt incredibly small, like an easily forgettable speck in a sea of people. The Juror's words were kind, though, and they brough a small amount of comfort to him as she spoke. New clothes, warm food, perhaps even a bath - he'd begun to forget that such things were commonplace. Even as a noble, Arlo never particularly enjoyed the lavish galas and banquets put on by House Amnen. He preferred what others in his family called 'peasant food,' and there always seemed to be a noble around to demean him for his enjoyment of simpler things.

He looked to Arabella Olivarius with a soft smile that was laced both with sadness and hope. "That sounds nice," he echoed, nodding.

 

[Arabella Olivarius]

System: Mirial
City: Sancta Concordia
TAG: Arlo Amnen

Arabella gave a smile as she took Arlo's hand, leading him onto the train with the rest of the refugees. She made sure to hold his hand tightly, to ensure he wouldn't be lost in the sea of people. The train moved forward, surging itself to the city center. People murmured amongst themselves, speaking of hope and safety. Her mind was racing through. His mother's name was Tyonna Amen. Amen was a familiar surname to her but she will need to have someone check the records to be sure. The train would pull into the city center, and the refugees poured out, the guards guiding them to their resepective dwellings

Arlo could see the large golden ornate buildings and status of Ashla. The dome that surrounded the city, seemingly keeping the elements at bay. Arabella led Arlo to where the orphanage was, were several other children were processed by the Prioress and her assistants. Arabella would speak to the Prioress in hushed tones, to which she would nod at Arabella. Arabella would then turn to Arlo, leaning down to him. "Arlo, the Prioress is going to have someone draw you a bath, and set out fresh clothes for you. If you're hungry at all, I can have food be brought to you. Afterwards, would you like a tour of the city?"

 

[Arlo Amnen]

Location: Sancta Concordia, Mirial
Tag: Arabella Olivarius

Everything felt so... big.

Mirial was such a strange and unfamiliar world, vastly different than the forested world of Artorias where he was born and temperate Muunilinst where he spent the last few years as an adoptee of House Amnen. The brisk deserts and climatized domes of Mirial were quite foreign. He tried not to let it overwhelm him, instead focusing on the warmth of Juror Olivarius' hand as she led him through the crowds and onto a train. Arlo was quiet and observant on the ride to the city center. Around him, more refugees and Ashlan clergy shared their hopes for the future.

He wanted desperately to accept the same peace that they had, but a gnawing in Arlo's stomach kept him from releasing his fear just yet.

Soon, the train slowed to a halt and the Juror guided him deeper into heart of the city. Thankfully, she stayed with him the whole way, even to where the Prioress charged with the orphanage was stationed. Arabella shared words that Arlo could not hear, but luckily did not appear ulterior. When she returned and shared what would happen next, a faint smile touched Arlo's lips. He dipped his head in much the same way as he would have on Muunilinst.

"Thank you," he said softly. The thought of food made his stomach rumble. No doubt the Juror heard it too, standing before him, so Arlo chose not to lie. "I am pretty hungry." It had been days since he had a proper meal.

At Arabella's offer to see the city, Arlo nodded hesitantly. "I'd like that," he said with a nod. "Mirial is so... strange. And there're so many people. I'm afraid of getting lost." He knew that Juror Olivarius wouldn't let such a thing happen, but the fear of being swept away in the endless crowds was very real.