Private Acts of Kindness Amidst the Chill of Arkania?

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

Zethussaln

On Arkania, the crystalline air hung heavy with the biting chill of another unforgiving day. Ezorea stepped out of the medical facility where she had spent countless hours, her breath forming misty clouds that mingled with the frosty atmosphere. Her posture was weary, her movements a touch sluggish, evident signs of a day laden with the exhaustive demands of her doctorly duties. The cold permeated through her coat, making her shiver, though the capital's relentless buzz did little to provide solace.

Adascopolis was a city that never slept, its sprawling expanse teeming with Arkanians of all walks of life. The sheer scale of the metropolis made it a dizzying labyrinth of activity. Ezorea navigated through the crowded streets, her mind fogged with fatigue but her senses ever alert. She had a long trek ahead to reach her modest home, and the desire to collapse into her bed was overwhelming.

As she wove through the throngs of Arkanians, her attention was abruptly drawn to a small cluster of commotion. A group of pureblood Arkanians, with their white hair and superior airs, jeered and sneered at a lone figure huddled on the ground. An Offshoot—distinguished by their distinctly different appearance, a cruel reminder of their genetic deviations. The Arkanians, having had their fill of malice, scattered like shadows, leaving the wounded and trembling Offshoot behind.

Ezorea's heart clenched in anger at the sight. Without a moment's hesitation, she altered her path and approached the injured Offshoot. The creature's eyes, wide with fear, regarded her with a mix of suspicion and dread. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here to help," she said softly, her voice carrying a warm reassurance that cut through the chill.

The Offshoot recoiled further into an alleyway, their body shaking with a combination of cold and fear. Ezorea followed, her steps gentle and non-threatening. She could see the physical and emotional scars etched into the Offshoot's form, the result of repeated bullying and ridicule. "I won't hurt you," she murmured, extending a hand toward the trembling figure. "Let me help you."

Minutes felt like hours as Ezorea patiently waited, her presence a steadfast promise of aid. The Offshoot's breaths were ragged, their eyes darting about in search of an escape. Yet, there was something in Ezorea's gaze—a kind of rare kindness—that slowly began to dissolve the Offshoot's defenses.

Finally, with a reluctant sigh, the Offshoot allowed Ezorea to approach. She knelt down, her medical bag already in hand, and began to assess the wounds. "Thank you," the Offshoot whispered, their voice barely audible. "It's rare... to get help from an Arkanian."

Ezorea's heart ached at the words, a bitter reminder of the deep-seated prejudices that plagued their society. "Everyone deserves care," she replied firmly. As she worked, her fingers deftly cleaning and bandaging the injuries, she made a silent vow to herself—to continue being the change she wished to see in Arkania, one act of kindness at a time.

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

The biting cold of Arkania greeted Valery Noble as she stepped out of her shuttle, a gust of wind sweeping across the icy terrain and tousling her long, dark hair. Strands danced around her face, catching the light as they moved against the high collar of her fitted, charcoal jumpsuit. It hugged her form with tailored precision, blending practicality with a certain elegance, the fabric resilient against the chill yet subtly accentuating her shape. Her amber eyes, sharp and vigilant, scanned the sprawling metropolis of Adascopolis ahead, a city glistening with frost under the cloudy skies.

The city's hum was different from Coruscant's—colder, more reserved. Arkanians bustled along the streets with a disciplined efficiency, many casting brief, appraising glances in her direction. But Valery's focus was elsewhere, drawn toward a scene unfolding near the entrance of a narrow alleyway.

With purposeful strides, Valery closed the distance, her boots crunching softly against the frozen ground. "Hello there," Valery greeted, her voice calm and steady, a reassuring presence amid the sharp chill of the city. She inclined her head respectfully, her gaze focused on the doctor as a hint of admiration flickered in her eyes.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ezorea Zethussaln ​

 

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

Zethussaln

Ezorea's attention was drawn to the crunching sound of boots on the snowy ground. A striking woman with sharp amber eyes, wearing a high-collared charcoal jumpsuit, approached her. The woman greeted Ezorea, who dipped her head in return, acknowledging her presence.

Nearby, a wounded and frightened Offshoot huddled against the wall of an alley, his body mostly bandaged by now, thanks to Ezorea's diligent care. It was uncommon for anyone to receive free help in this harsh world, a reality evident from the Offshoot's wary glances and mutterings.

Ezorea, draped in robes that signified her high noble status, cut an imposing figure. Her attire was black with an intricate Arkanian purple whiskered dragon crest on her right shoulder. The crest resembled an eastern dragon or wyrm, and while it might look like a fancy embroidery to some, it was, in fact, a symbol of her noble lineage from House Zethussaln.

"Oh, hello there, a pleasure to meet you," Ezorea greeted Valery with a charming smile, an unusually warm gesture for an Arkanian. "This poor man was bullied by my kin. If you can keep him calm while I tend to him, it would be appreciated."

As Ezorea continued her work, she noticed several Arkanians stopping to observe the scene from a distance. Their gossip and muttering barely reached her ears. She gave them a piercing glare, silencing their chatter, and then turned her focus back to the Offshoot.

"It's alright, don't listen to them," she reassured the Offshoot, her voice soothing and calm. She continued to tend to his injuries with practiced hands, her every movement filled with purpose and compassion.

The air around them was cold and biting, but Ezorea's presence brought a warmth that seemed to defy the harsh environment of Arkania. Her noble bearing and the genuine concern in her eyes made it clear that she was dedicated to helping those in need, regardless of the challenges she faced.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's amber eyes softened as she knelt beside the injured Offshoot, her presence a calming force amidst the cold, hostile environment. The chill in the air seemed to melt away slightly as her voice, warm and steady, broke through the tense silence. "You're safe now," she murmured, her words like a balm for the wounded man's frayed nerves. Her hand rested lightly on his arm, grounding him with a touch that conveyed both strength and compassion.

She then turned her attention to Ezorea, her gaze lingering appreciatively on the noblewoman. "Thank you for showing him this kindness," Valery remarked, her tone carrying a subtle, almost playful charm. "A very warm gesture in such a cold place."

Valery’s eyes flicked briefly to the small crowd of onlookers, their judgmental stares meeting her unyielding gaze. Her presence, even without words, seemed to command silence. She returned her focus to Ezorea and the Offshoot, her fingers brushing a stray strand of dark hair away from her face as the wind played with it.

"This man is lucky to have crossed paths with you," she added softly, her words a gentle encouragement. "I just wish it wasn't necessary."

Ezorea Zethussaln ​

 

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

Her delicate fingers traced the edges of the Offshoot's wound, her touch both gentle and reassuring. "We are both fortunate to be able to help him," she murmured. Her gaze met Valery's, sharing a moment of unspoken understanding and mutual respect.

Ezorea's purple, pupil-less eyes glowed softly as she focused on healing the Offshoot. Her hands moved with practiced precision, blending traditional medical techniques with the subtle use of the Force. Anyone sensitive to the Force would notice the gentle waves of healing energy flowing from her fingers, merging with the medical supplies she used.

As Valery spoke soothing words to calm the injured man, Ezorea opened her medical kit and began to clean the wound. Her touch was gentle but firm, her every movement infused with care and skill. She wrapped the bandages with a delicate mix of physical care and Force healing, ensuring that the man's pain eased and the wound began to mend.

While she worked, Ezorea glanced briefly at the gossiping Arkanians peeking through the alleyway, their curiosity evident in their whispered conversations. But her focus remained on the task at hand, blocking out the distractions around her.

Once the wound was securely bandaged and the healing process well underway, Ezorea turned her attention to Valery. Her voice was soft but carried a note of genuine interest. "I haven't seen you here before. Have you ever been to Arkania, miss?" she inquired, her eyes meeting Valery's with a mix of curiosity and warmth.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery watched Ezorea work with quiet admiration, sensing the gentle yet purposeful flow of healing energy from her hands. The Offshoot's breathing steadied, his pain clearly easing under Ezorea's expert care. Valery remained kneeling, her amber eyes flicking between the injured man and Ezorea, who carried herself with a blend of elegance and practicality that Valery couldn't help but respect.

When Ezorea spoke, her soft voice breaking through the cold air, Valery straightened slightly, offering a small, appreciative smile. "I'm Valery," she began, her tone calm and steady, though there was a warmth behind her words. "Valery Noble, a Jedi Master from the New Jedi Order."

She paused briefly, her gaze drifting to the crystalline structures that dotted the distant Arkanian skyline. "I've only been to Arkania once before, a long time ago. It was during my time as a Padawan, and I came with my Master to study some of the ancient archives here." A faint, nostalgic smile crossed her lips. "I remember being fascinated by the knowledge preserved on this world, but we didn't stay long. Duty called us elsewhere."

Her amber eyes returned to Ezorea, the smile still lingering but now tinged with curiosity. "It's a fascinating place, though. Unique in so many ways." Valery tilted her head slightly, her voice softening. "What about you? You seem to care deeply for this community, despite how some of its people... view others." She nodded subtly toward the onlookers, who were still murmuring just out of earshot.

Ezorea Zethussaln ​

 

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

Ezorea's hands hovered for a moment longer over the Offshoot, her touch radiating a residual warmth as she finished the last of the healing. She straightened up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and surprise at Valery's words.

"A Jedi Master," she repeated softly, a trace of awe threading through her voice. "It's an honor to meet you, Valery Noble." Her gaze drifted momentarily to the skyline Valery had mentioned, her expression thoughtful.

"Even though we have a wealth of ancient wisdom here, my family has always made sure to instill that knowledge in me." she said, her voice taking on a reflective tone. "But it is the people here, with their strength and resilience, who inspire me the most." Her eyes returned to Valery, filled with a quiet intensity. "I strive to heal and protect them, even when it's not easy."

She glanced at the onlookers, acknowledging Valery's subtle nod. "Arkania can be a harsh and unforgiving place, especially for those who are different. Yet, we all share a common bond in our struggles and triumphs."

Ezorea's expression softened as she continued. "Growing up here wasn't easy. My family always wished to make a difference, to challenge the status quo. We've always been tough, struggling for power in a place dominated by the Adacorps and other higher-ups. We set up our own medical facility, hoping to provide better care for everyone, regardless of their background. But our different views often put us at odds with others. Some still try to sabotage our work, resistant to change and equality. Despite the challenges, we've found a few allies who share our vision."

Her smile returned, gentler yet resolute. "It's reassuring to know that the Jedi are still out there, watching over us. Your presence here is a reminder that even in the most unlikely places, there is hope."

TAG: Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's smile warmed as she listened to Ezorea's story, her amber eyes reflecting admiration and understanding. The strength in Ezorea's voice, the quiet determination to challenge injustice and protect her community, resonated deeply with the Jedi Master.

"What you and your family are doing here is remarkable. True strength isn't just about fighting battles with weapons; it's about standing firm in your values and using your skills to make a real difference, even when the odds seem stacked against you."

She glanced briefly toward the murmuring onlookers, her gaze narrowing slightly as she sensed the undercurrents of disapproval and tension. "Change is never easy, especially in places where traditions or hierarchies have such a strong hold. But I've seen firsthand how people like you — those willing to fight for what's right, even quietly — can turn the tide."

It happened on Hapes, so why not here?

Valery shifted slightly, resting a hand lightly over the hilt of her lightsaber as if to ground herself. "If you ever need help — be it medical supplies, support, or even just someone to stand with you when things get tough — don't hesitate to reach out. You're not alone in this fight, Ezorea. The Jedi will always stand with those who strive for peace and fairness."

Her smile returned, filled with warmth and a quiet strength. "And I hope, in time, that your vision for Arkania will inspire others to see things differently. It only takes a spark to light a fire."

Ezorea Zethussaln ​

 

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

"Thank you, Valery. Your words mean more than you know. Our efforts may seem small in the grand scheme of the galaxy, but each action we take, each life we touch, brings us closer to a brighter future. I have seen the darkness that lurks in the shadows of our society, and it has only strengthened my determination to bring about change."

She glanced toward the murmuring onlookers, sensing their skepticism and unease. Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Traditions and hierarchies have held sway over Arkania for centuries, but I believe that even the most unyielding structures can be reformed, given time and perseverance. It will not be easy, and there will be those who resist, but I refuse to let fear dictate our future."

Ezorea took a deep breath, her voice steady and clear. "In my role as a healer, I have witnessed the resilience of the human spirit. I have seen the power of compassion and empathy to heal not just bodies, but hearts and minds as well. I know that with the right support, we can create a ripple of change that will spread across our world."

She turned her gaze back to Valery. "I appreciate your offer of help, and I will not hesitate to reach out if the need arises. The knowledge that the Jedi stand with us brings great comfort. It is my hope that one day, I might have the opportunity to meet more of your kind, to learn from them, and to share our stories. I believe that in understanding each other, we can find the strength to overcome any obstacle." Ezorea's smile returned, warm and genuine. With the offshoot now healed, she gave him some nutritious food to sustain him for the time being and bid him farewell. The passing Arkanians often looked upon the two helpers with disdain, but Ezorea ignored their prejudice and continued her work despite their murmurs of disapproval. She patted her hands, satisfied with a job well done.

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's fiery gaze softened as she listened to Ezorea's words, the quiet conviction in her voice resonating deeply. She nodded slowly, her lips curving into a gentle smile that reflected both admiration and understanding.

"Ezorea, it's that kind of determination that creates lasting change," Valery said, her voice warm yet steady. "It's not always about grand gestures or battles fought with sabers. It's about compassion, resilience, and the belief that even small actions can ripple outward and make a difference. What you're doing here is as noble as any Jedi's mission."

Her gaze flicked briefly toward the passing Arkanians, noting their disdainful looks and whispered judgments. A faint frown tugged at her lips, but she dismissed the negativity with a subtle shift of her posture, standing a little taller as if to shield Ezorea from the weight of their scorn.

"Prejudice can be a powerful barrier, but I've seen it crumble when confronted with courage and persistence like yours. The way you carry yourself, the compassion you show, even in the face of adversity — it will inspire others. Perhaps not today or tomorrow, but eventually, people will see the strength in what you stand for."

She placed a reassuring hand on Ezorea's shoulder, her smile growing warmer. "And until that day, you have allies who believe in you. If you ever find yourself feeling alone in this fight, remember that the Jedi are only a message away. We may be far, but our support is genuine."

Ezorea Zethussaln ​

 

[Ezorea Zethussaln]

Ezorea stood tall despite the scrutinizing gazes of her peers, her porcelain features betraying none of the irritation their disdainful whispers stirred within her. Clad in the flowing elegance befitting an Arkanian noblewoman, she turned to Valery, the Jedi's words weaving through her thoughts like a balm to the inner wounds such prejudice often inflicted.

The faintest of smiles graced Ezorea's lips, her eyes gleaming with gratitude as Valery's hand rested gently on her shoulder. "You honor me, Jedi," Ezorea said softly, her voice carrying the melodic precision of her upbringing. "Your words resonate far deeper than you might realize."

But as her gaze swept over the onlookers, her expression sharpened, and she straightened her back further, a deliberate assertion of her dignity. She addressed them in the Arkanian tongue, her tone cutting like the crisp wind of Arkania's peaks.

"<Do not mistake your ignorance for superiority.>" The phrase carried an edge of polite venom, eliciting a ripple of shocked silence among the onlookers. Ezorea turned back to Valery with a composed air, as if nothing had transpired. "I hope," she continued in Basic, her voice softening once more, "that our paths will cross again, Valery. The kindness you have shown me will not be forgotten. Your presence here has given me strength where I had begun to falter. For that, you have my eternal gratitude."

She paused, her purple gaze lingering on the Jedi, as though waiting to see if Valery had more to say. For a moment, she hesitated, her head inclining slightly in a gesture of respect, but her posture betrayed an unspoken yearning — not for guidance, but for a connection that might yet endure. Would the Jedi offer more wisdom, or perhaps a reassurance that the bond between them would hold across the vastness of their respective duties?

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers


Valery's smile deepened as she watched Ezorea stand tall, her words cutting through the air with the sharp elegance of a noble who refused to be diminished. Strength came in many forms, and Ezorea carried hers with a grace that was both quiet and commanding. It was admirable.

As the murmurs of the stunned onlookers faded, Valery's gaze returned to Ezorea, studying the way her composure remained firm, yet something lingered beneath the surface. A hesitation. A pause that spoke of something unspoken.

And then, Valery saw it — the way Ezorea's gaze held hers just a little longer than necessary, as if waiting, hoping for something beyond mere words. A connection, perhaps? Warmth flickered in Valery's fiery eyes, and she responded not with formality, but with something far more personal. She reached into a pouch on her belt, retrieving a small, sleek communicator chip and offering it with an open palm.

"This is my personal line," she said, her voice steady yet soft, an unspoken understanding passing between them. "If ever you need to talk — about this fight, about anything — just reach out. No matter where I am in the galaxy, I'll answer."

She let the moment settle between them, then added, her smile growing, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Ezorea. Truly."

For a brief moment, she held Ezorea's gaze, offering reassurance without words. No matter how different their paths might seem, Ezorea was not alone in hers. Not anymore.

Ezorea Zethussaln ​