Angels of the Battlefield (FWC)

[Rianna Organa]

Between Coalition space and Mando'ade space the system of Aldera remained hidden from the Galaxy. Rianna had helped to set up a secure safe place for refugees, galactic courts, and medical care. She had worked along side a great many people to make it happen and today she would be welcoming others to Alpha Mae who had the same idea to send care to refugees, and into war torn areas across the galaxy.

The Coalition was coming Rianna had selected an area not far from the main campus of the medical center to help build and house whatever was needed. Even now she stood looking out across the lands and waters extra hangars would be needed, and she would need to increase production from MandalMedical.

But she understood there were others inside the Coalition and outside that would also contribute to the relief efforts being set up by a miss [member="Joza Perl"] of Zeltros. Rianna had not worked with a Zeltron for many many years she wondered if they still smelled like warm cookies.

Her niece spoke highly of the young woman and wanted her to have every advantage to make her venture work. Rianna had merely nodded and agreed.

Looking to the skies above she remembered the first time she had stepped onto Alpha Mae. A beautiful green lush world much like Alderaan at a time when Alderaan was still fighting to come back from Vong Forming. As a result there were many Alderaani citizens living in the Aldera System.

Arianna was still Queen of Aldera and often resided there now that Faith was Queen on Alderaan. She wondered if any of the family would travel with her.
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[member="Acanthus"]
[member="Alasdair Sitra"]
[member="Alessandro Waak'Tu"]
[member="Alexander Sannes"]
[member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] -
[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]
[member="Asha Mataya-Syrush"]
[member="Bazette Royalblaze"]
[member="Brad Solo"]
[member="Cal Sedaire"]
[member="Camellia Swift"]
[member="Delila Castillon"]
[member="Dexen Yash"]
[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Dresden Verbrennung"]
[member="Elpsis Elaris"]
[member="Fiore de Noir"]
[member="Garith Organa"]
[member="Hadleigh Purkis"]
[member="HK-36"]
[member="Jada Raxis"]
[member="John Ash"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Kaida Taldir"]
[member="Liliane"]
[member="Lucien Dolos"]
[member="Maria Natalja"]
[member="Matthew Calderon"]
[member="Myles Davorak"]
[member="Natalia Sorenn-Syrush"]
[member="Nima Tann"]
[member="Orloch Moretti"]
[member="Rashae"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Sirius Nova"]
@taryc ap'lrae
[member="Tek Sidereal"]
[member="Thalia Rist"]
[member="Tomas Yarrow"]
[member="Vaena Askari"]
[member="Vanja Del'Vaan"]
[member="Von Kyux"]
[member="William Kerkov"] jr

 

[Andulf Nicholas Teraan]

[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] & co

And so it was with much that had to happen since his return that Andulf seems only too eager just get back working. For although peace or what bit of semblance of peace had somehow been achieved it no less left much yet to be done. For with the past conflict barely seem but not far long ago faced its consequence no less seem yet be fully realized where in. With the somewhat mounting need to rebuild along with the turning tides of the toll on life as a whole. With the streaming turnout of refugees, injured and what not had yet seemed to be dealing with thought intial steps had been taken.

And with it thought with their house barely seem to have weathered the storm of change that swept over it no less survived. Though the work seems no less arduous than when his mother the Dowager along with his twin sister at the helm. That he now had seemed had taken over with her frail health and his dear sister seems stood by her side. Andulf now had taken the reign so to speak along with the appointment from her highness he'd been all bit hard at work with rebuilding as well assessing to secure their holding in order give those under their house as well as Alderaan a chance to rebuild or pick up the piece in order move on. Though the task had still left quite work to be done he'd been able to unite or call upon those that owed their house to pay off some their owed accounts. Leave him with now a somewhat substantial credit to work on which he did as he opens trade holding and rebuilds some their house ship yards. And restart some the trade prospect their house use to have before the trouble or the dark times came.

And that it was after his last trip back to their estate that he'd received the message where in spoke of a facility that was in the process of being started, Alpha Mae that somewhat caught his attention as such take off to head there he did in the hoped of look into what he could maybe offer or do to aid in this endeavor.

 

[Hadleigh Purkis]

Hadleigh had been quiet ever since Kuat suffered a great deal of unrest following a series of terrorist attacks.

Her company, Kuat Drive Yards, was left in the capable hands of its board of directors. Leaving the shipwright to recover in the safety of her retreat somewhere in the remote mountainside of her homeworld. Now she returns, and not a moment too soon.

She received word that her expertise had been needed, and so she would lend it.

"Bring us in." Hadleigh spoke.

The captain--commanding a small corvette--nodded. The vessel approached its rendezvous point, bringing it within signal range of the planet's security grid. Her credentials were transmitted, and with delegate status within the Free Worlds Coalition, her ship was allowed to continue its trajectory.

Soon the corvette broke atmosphere, and made its way to the starport below.

 

[Eugen Aker]

A single frigate reverted over Alpha Mae, promptly squawking all the appropriate codes to identify itself as the Norikura, the personal vessel of Arisa Yune. All active stealth systems on the Kiribian warship had been disengaged as the Watchman came in peace, but the vessel would still have a noticeably small signature which was inherent to its design.

"Credentials have been verified," traffic control informed her over an open channel. "You are clear to land."

"Copy that. Thank you."

She slipped out of her command chair and stretched, looking around the CIC. The whole room was quiet aside from the low hum of machinery, all crewmen cyborgs like she, directly interfacing with the heavily automated ship through hardline or wireless communication. She had been the first person within the CIC to speak within the whole trip from Kiribi to Alpha Mae.

She switched over to the internal comms to contact all her fellow Jedi and KSA reps aboard via a text notification.

We're here. If you're joining me in making introductions with the local missionaries and officials, then meet me in Hangar A for a shuttle ride down.

Alpha Mae seemed like the perfect location to resettle refugees, located within the relative safety of the Core, its people noted for their boundless hospitality and neutrality, but recent events in the Outer Rim had left the former Silver Jedi with ever creeping anxieties over the safety of those under her charge. Before proceeding with anymore moving of refugees, she would check out Alpha Mae to ensure that it was well guarded against all potential threats.

((I invited some of my Jedi pals to help me out with the humanitarian mission. I'm personally seeking a contract or sponsorship for Kiribian Systems Armory.))

Spoiler

[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]
[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]
[member="Hadleigh Purkis"]
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
[member="Douglas Starwind"]
[member="Dusaro Dresari"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Kal Visna"]
[member="Raven Sorenova"]
[member="Relina Zhan"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Viathae Qarmast"]
[member="Anora Vahn"]
[member="Darren Torran"]
[member="Kaiza Pawaro"]
[member="Charity Luckless"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

After the negotiations with the Bimm authorities broke down on Bimmisaari while the Galactic Empire made a number on nearby Charros IV, Jessica feels pressured to actually do something since the situation in the Tingel Arm is only getting worse. She foresees the situation not getting any better, but, if the Silver Jedi were to fall, better fight to the bitter end. Yet, some Bimms and Xi Charrans, alongside a few of those in the Saari Ha enclave, reluctantly agreed to go to Alpha Mae in an attempt to get refuge away from what would soon become a hell. However, she feels that she let those refugees down somehow. Even then she'd rather go to Hangar A because she would think her job would be easier if she could meet with the local missionaries and officials, if only because dealing with local populations required that of her regardless of how effective somebody is at that aspect. [member="Arisa Yune"] was close by, and she probably remember her from Ord Radama. But she never dealt with [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"], [member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"] or even [member="Hadleigh Purkis"], the last one running her old workplace, where she worked prior to her even becoming a Jedi in the first place. But what of the other Jedi she has grown accustomed to, such as [member="Eri'anya Forr"], [member="Taygeta Lightkeeper"] or even [member="Kaiza Pawaro"]?

 

[Anka Revik]

The former Jedi bit her lip, leaning over in her seat as she absently plugged away at the device in her lap. She was having trouble getting an unobstructed view of her subject from where she was, but any observations she made while sitting among the chatting group a few meters away could not be considered candid. It was important for her to get the best results she could before they disembarked, after all. She was also much more comfortable in the relative solitude found at her side of the table, but that was hardly a justification she would call upon if pressed.

One of the men before her was not like the others, a top of the line service android meant to look identical to a living body. Anka had been the one to design and apply the language and integration protocols it was running, but if her theory was correct, it was working just a bit too well in this model. Over the course of the last half hour, the "man" in question had begun to adopt the idiolects of the people he interacted with, gradually adjusting his cadence, and even his accent at times, to suit those he was directly speaking to. It had gone unnoticed so far, but it could prove detrimental to helping the units properly enter into society.

She was jotting down a note to dial back on the simulated empathy when a text notice appeared on her screen. It seemed they were arriving, and the woman needed to make her way over to Hangar A if she wanted a shuttle ride down. She made a final note in her datapad, before getting to her feet with a sigh.

Time to go, I suppose... I hope he'll be alright...

Casting a look of mild concern toward the synthetic person before her, Anka beat a brisk pace for Hangar A. These distractions were helpful during the long hours in space, but it was time to get back to work.

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[member="Arisa Yune"]
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
[member="Hadleigh Purkis"]
[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]
[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A single frigate reverted over Alpha Mae, promptly squawking all the appropriate codes to identify itself as the Norikura, the personal vessel of Arisa Yune. All active stealth systems on the Kiribian warship had been disengaged as the Watchman came in peace, but the vessel would still have a noticeably small signature which was inherent to its design.

"Credentials have been verified," traffic control informed her over an open channel. "You are clear to land."

"Copy that. Thank you."

She slipped out of her command chair and stretched, looking around the CIC. The whole room was quiet aside from the low hum of machinery, all crewmen cyborgs like she, directly interfacing with the heavily automated ship through hardline or wireless communication. She had been the first person within the CIC to speak within the whole trip from Kiribi to Alpha Mae.

She switched over to the internal comms to contact all her fellow Jedi and KSA reps aboard via a text notification.

We're here. If you're joining me in making introductions with the local missionaries and officials, then meet me in Hangar A for a shuttle ride down.

Alpha Mae seemed like the perfect location to resettle refugees, located within the relative safety of the Core, its people noted for their boundless hospitality and neutrality, but recent events in the Outer Rim had left the former Silver Jedi with ever creeping anxieties over the safety of those under her charge. Before proceeding with anymore moving of refugees, she would check out Alpha Mae to ensure that it was well guarded against all potential threats.

((I invited some of my Jedi pals to help me out with the humanitarian mission. I'm personally seeking a contract or sponsorship for Kiribian Systems Armory.))

Spoiler

[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]
[member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"]
[member="Hadleigh Purkis"]
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
[member="Douglas Starwind"]
[member="Dusaro Dresari"]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Kal Visna"]
[member="Raven Sorenova"]
[member="Relina Zhan"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Viathae Qarmast"]
[member="Anora Vahn"]
[member="Darren Torran"]
[member="Kaiza Pawaro"]
[member="Charity Luckless"]

Well, Arisa had made the call. He supposed he couldn't resist.

It wasn't long before The Dragon had made it's way toward the planet. Josh had received the call, and wanting to do what he could to assist Master Yune, made a detour from his trip back home after a mission to come and give her a hand with what seemed to be a humanitarian mission according to the dossier she had sent in the invitation. The Dragon would remain in orbit just over the planet, as the Jedi Master would send out a call to Master Yune. Before long, a hologram of the Jedi Master would appear on her communicator should she see the message.

"Master Yune, this is Master DragonsFlame. I've arrived with the intent of providing assistance. I'm currently trying to gain credentials to land as we speak."

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Kal Visna]

It wasn't too long ago when Kal found out about Grandmaster [member="Arisa Yune"] stepping down, since when he went to try and talk to her. He was sitting down calmly, thinking about what kept happening the time he was with the Silver Jedi... And the normal ones too although those memories were less than pleasant. Even now he could not understand, but he wouldn't need to be troubled by this right now. A message came from master Yune, she asked them to meet her in Hangar A and he was more than happy to do so, he felt the more time he spends out there, the closer he will get to having more answers.

Kal arrived to Hangar A, seemingly not as late as he would've expected which was good, but there were many jedi here, many he did not know mostly because of his attitude towards the Silver Jedi, but thinking about it now... Did he actually knew anyone? As he wondered that, he crossed his arms moving his eyes around the Hangar waiting for whatever there was to happen. His head stood high, but his expression was completely blank and devoid of emotion, not that there was anything to create him emotions anyway.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Anka Revik"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic had heard of a ship coming into known space that he was tracking. His former Master, Arisa, was making her presence known once again. This was certainly interesting. It had been a long time since he last saw her, he had been a younger, more reckless Padawan then. Blinded to dangers by love and desire to protect those he could not. Maturity had quickly claimed him, while he had been in his exile. Yuroic realised that he needed to find Arisa, talk to her and possibly even follow her lead were she to ask him to leave the Silver Jedi. She had been the first person to accept him when he joined the Jedi, taught him and to Yuroic, she was still his Master.

His Grand Master, leader of the Jedi.

So when he caught wind of a possible ship similar to Arisa's. He punched in the coordinates and jumped to hyperspace. His fingers were twitching with nervousness as he pondered on what he would say. As his small Jedi starfighter jumped out of hyperspace, he pulled up the comms and contacted Arisa's vessel. Come in Norikura, this is Starfighter Xeraic. Seeking to communicate with Jedi Master Arisa Yune, this is Jedi Knight Yuroic Xeraic of Silver Jedi. I am coming to aid you. Please reply. Yuroic swallowed hard, hopefully she would allow him to join her on whatever mission she was on. He was desperate to catch up with her, find out where she had gone and apologise for his absence. He had felt like he failed her when he returned and she was no longer there.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Anka Revik"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Kal Visna"]

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Blue scythe-like light cleaved through empty air, accompanied by the characteristic whizz of a lightsaber. It retreated for a bit, then lunged forth once more, a stronger slash to strike down an imaginary opponent before recoiling. Perfectly choreographed slashes, parries and blocks ruled the young Jedi’s motions – instead of meditating, Kaiza Pawaro focused on practicing her ability to wield a lightsaber. While the transition from a passive monk-esque figure into an active peacekeeper would appear abrupt to most, Kaiza had long since accepted the unpredictable whims of Fate. Following the tides of the Force was the least she could do. That, and following her teacher – words cannot describe the student’s joy that came with Arisa Yune’s return. Resolved to stay close to her master this time, the Padawan accepted her offer without hesitation, and thus the Mirialan found herself travelling aboard Arisa’s personal ship, using the time one her hands to practice Djem So.

One more swing cut through nothing when something on her toolbelt demanded attention with a beep. Wiping the occasional bead of sweat off her brow, the Mirialan stopped in her training, deposited her weapon to the belt and read the message – and without further ado, she left the room and paced through the warship’s corridors, long robe billowing behind her. Just as Kaiza’s Padawan braid became fidgety and left its usual position behind her left ear, brown hood came over her head, preventing the raven-coloured hair from becoming a complete mess. Just in time, too; hangar A appeared out of nowhere, suddenly right in front of Kaiza. Soft pace of her well-travelled boots carried her in, bringing the Padawan closer to others as her emerald-hued gaze fell upon the fellow sentients. Aside from master Yune, none of the faces was known to Kaiza, thus she grasped the opportunity to get to know them a bit.

“Hi!” The Jedi Padawan greeted her fellow Jedi with a warm smile, unable to hide her positive attitude.

“I’m Kaiza, master Yune's Padawan. Nice to meet you!”


[member="Kal Visna"] [member="Anka Revik"] [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro had been aboard the Norikura as the call came out for them to meet in the hangar. Grabbing the light gear he had packed he made his way to the hangar. For the most part Dus had just been studying, having his head in written works about Djem-So, its major users and their ways of application, tactics. Perhaps the most intresting practitioner he had been studying as of late was Kyle Katarn. Many people looked at Darth Vader as a exceptional user of the form, but Kyle had been no slouch, having been the equal of Luke in many spars when he was a Jedi Weaponsmaster. That in addition to all the sparring he had done had lead to some fairly intresting results so far but Dusaro doubted that he would need to put those results to the test on this paticular trip.

He arrived just a little bit late as he finished the chapter he had been reading, briskly arriving in the hangar to watch Kaiza greeting a pait of other Jedi who were also here. Dusaro was in his usual cargo pants, spacer boots and sleevless vest along with the ever present flak-vest he wore under it. His right arm was coverd in a leather glove that extended just a few inches past his elbow. While he appeared near human, the golden skin and two toned Silver/Blonde hair gave away his origins to any who still knew of his rather rare species. Arriving just in time to see Kaiza give a rather energetic introduction he walked over with a small pack resting over his shoulder, nodding to the pair of people he had not met before.

"I am Dusaro Dresari, Padawan. My Master Josh isn't around 'ere though... Unless he snuck in when i wasn't looking." He added the last part with a smirk, though it was more accurate then he even knew.

[member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Anka Revik"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Douglas Starwind, one of many Padawans aboard, had also been on the Norikura. He was rather surprised to see that Arisa Yune had shown her face again given what had occurred some short time ago... He had been in a meditative state in one of the seats, once again seeing visions of a clear blue sky. It reminded him of the ones he saw when he had been deciding upon the crystal to use for his personal lightsaber. He broke his state and opened his icy blue eyes, noticing the announcement to head for a Hangar A. It looked like it was time for them to head down to the planet's surface. Doug stood up and began to head towards the hangar as well.

This group of Jedi were here to assist with humanitarian affairs. A simple matter, but one that was good for the soul or something like that. As expected, Doug was wearing his usual black and white colored Jedi tunic and robes. Doug figured it would be a nice way to acquaint himself with some more people while doing some good work. After roaming around for a bit, he arrived at Hangar A and he saw many unfamiliar faces once more. A cold feeling began to well up over him, but then he noticed some familiar faces... It was his dear friend and fellow Padawan under Master DragonsFlame, Dusaro Dresari, and that spunky girl he recognized from the trip to the Jedi Temple on Aldeeran. He never believed he got her name. Regardless, it seemed she was being as positive as he expected.

Doug walked over to Kaiza, Dusaro, and possibly a few others, his motions a little slow and almost robotic. It seemed like they had already started to talk a little. He glanced to the sides and then put on a smile. "Ey there, Dusaro. Nice to see a familiar face among this crazy crowd." He said to Dusaro, his usual quiet nature breaking with a more casual, friendly remark. He then turned his attention towards Kaiza. "And hey there... Uhh... You. I don't believe we've properly introduced ourselves. I'm... Doug Starwind. Padawan to local blonde giant Joshua DragonsFlame." He said politely, but now sounding more awkward. He wasn't sure what to really say to her compared to his long-time friend, but she probably would have an easy response.

[member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Anka Revik"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna was at the Refugee Center conferring with the Administrators on relocating some of the refugees to larger accmodations when one of her assistants came running in nearly falling as she rushed to get to where Rianna stood.

Rianna reached out and held the girl to keep her from falling, “Whatever this is about I hope its as important as your actions make it to be”

“Oh Master Rianna yes yes there are ships landing, they are not ships from Alderaan or Vena, they have the markings of the planet Voss.” Shayna was breathless and worried that they were under some kind of attack.

It was true that a number of ships would cause alarm around Alpha Mae but it wouldn’t take long before training and calmness would take over.

“I believe it is the Order of Silver Jedi come to assist us with creating a hangar and warehouse for the medical ships coming from Zeltros.” Rianna had been told by Faith that Ms. [member="Joza Perl"] would be running operations to help refugees and medical emergencies and she would need a place to stop, to get supplies and at times to relocate the refugee she saved. Rianna had been more than happy to offer assistance.

And as Jedi they were all of the same belief in helping those that cannot help themselves they knew to come from little messages Rianna had put out, and it seemed there were some members among the Coalition.

Now who all would show, she wondered if [member="Coci Heavenshield"] would be among them it had been so long since she had seen familiar faces.

“Shayna be sure they all have valid id beacons, and give them permission to land near the refugee center. I’ll try and have Maeve there to greet them if I cannot reach a conclusion to my meeting here. Understand?”

Shayna nodded, “yes mam, clear them to land.”

Rianna nodded, “good” sometimes repeating and asking worked best when ensuring instructions were understood.

[member="Douglas Starwind"] / [member="Dusaro Dresari"] / [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] / [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] / [member="Kal Visna"] / [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] / [member="Anka Revik"] / [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] / [member="Arisa Yune"] / [member="Hadleigh Purkis"] / [member="Andulf Nicholas Teraan"] / [member="Rashae"] / [member="Samara Raine"]s /