Private Blood in the Water

[Loomi]

Blood in the Water
Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

Loomi had done what she could to avoid the front. She didn't want to fight. She wanted to take care of people. When the battle at Kiffu concluded, she jumped at the opportunity to assist, joining a medical transport shuttling refugees off world seeking shelter in the core in light of the violent shift in the weather and the battle destroying much of the infastructure that protected them. It was supposed to be an easy job, even if it was one with a heavy heart. Unfortunately poor luck followed the Godoan. Raiders came from the enclave, knocking out their engines with an ion canon before locking onto their air lock, very likely to board.

The crew was in a panic. Military personel were limited to medics, and very few at that. The majority of the crew was civilian volunteers, helping transport fellow civilians. They couldn't fight these raiders, not if what Loomi had seen on Lohopa II was any indicator of. She worked fast, weaving a shield using threads drawn from the force before setting herself up before the door.

"Go hide!" Loomi urged the passengers. "I-I'll hold the door."

She couldn't. The Godoan was surely to die here. It was a scary thought, but it seemed inevitable now. At the very least she could go out on her own terms, right? That had to be worth something, or at the very least Loomi hoped it did.

At least her nightmares would end.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Board and secure

Jenn was tired.​

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Her raid of the Ans Corvo was still fresh in her mind. Bagging a Senator was no small feat, and the wound she had suffered was well worth the reward. Tended to by the medical corps on the way back to Scarif, however, she found herself contacted by an old acquaintance of hers. Karima Fett. A woman she had once regarded as a close friend, during her time as a Crusader wandering the stars... but now, the two were estranged, butting heads on every decision taken. With a groan, she was quick to hop into her own Xandu, leave the frigate, and head on over to Karima's coordinates - in spite of the insistence on the medic's part that she should be resting, having been stabbed with a vibroblade so recently.

"You missed the battle", spoke the Nite Owl over the comms as she linked up with her old friend, their respective starfighters flying in formation.

"Didn't miss chit, vod'ika. I went and boarded ships trying to flee the system, got us a few prisoners of war while you were playing--"

"I was fighting a war I have no interest in", spat the smith in response, cutting her off. "While you were busy terrorizing innocent people!"

"Innocent? Oh, please. We can't afford to let Jedi slip through our fingers, not now of all times! Get your head in the game, Jenn, we're not going to get peace after this, so get stuck in with the rest of us!"

As the two bickered, a ping on their radar suddenly forced their attention back on the task at hand. No more unnecessary chatter between the two: they were all business now, moving in to intercept. Before long, Karima had knocked out the transport's engines with her Xandu's light ion cannons, leaving it dead in the water, whilst Jenn waited for the craft to start drifting before locking against the airlock.

"I'll keep an eye out for enemy fliers. That wound of yours gonna slow you down?" There was a hint of worry in her voice, still. Even now, with their friendship almost irreparably damaged, she still cared. And that sentiment was enough for Jenn to swallow the unkind response she wanted to give her.

"Negative. Keep an eye out, I'm moving in."

Her attempt to get the door open was met with failure, claiming a frown from her. Somebody was purposefully trying to keep her out.

So, naturally, the Mandalorian took a step back... then went in a practiced motion, repeated time and time again, to kick it open, blaster pistols in her hands.

"Get on the ground, hands on your head, do it now!"

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

A kick came, knocking through the blast door and directly into Loomi's shield, staggering the young padawan back. The Godoan's mechanical feet held firm as she maintained her form. It wasn't long before she was standing face to face with a mandalorian warrior, pistols drawn.

Face to face wasn't really accurate. Her face was hidden.

"Get on the ground, hands on your head, do it now!"

"I-I wont!" Loomi responded, her voice wavering but firm. "I will not permit you to board! Th-there aren't any soldiers here, just civilians from Kiffu."

Loomi reoriented her shield, drawing her shape-shifting blade from the gourd on her waist. Why was she even trying to explain any of this? She had heard the reports from the Enclave's crusades just like everyone else had. Skinning Wookies, deploying chemical weapons on Ryloth, and now attacking medical transports. The Godoan knew the darkest pits of depravity, but a part of her hoped there was still something organic under that helmet.

A faint wimper in the distance from a hidden civilian reaffirmed her conviction. Loomi wasn't moving.

"I-I don't want to fight, but I will if I have to," she stated.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Confront.

With adrenaline coursing through her system, Jenn was about ready to kill everyone inside the transport if they proved to be hostile: it was too late for her to walk back now. Kidnapping a Senator of the Galactic Alliance and killing the command crew was already a step further than she thought she would go - what was a few soldiers more? Karima was right. Perhaps the strike had to be as vicious as possible for their foe to think twice before dared to go and awake the sleeping giant that was the Mandalorian Enclave. But when she saw what awaited her beyond, she stopped dead in her tracks.

It's just a kid. A kid and... civilians.

It took all of her strength not to immediately lower her blasters. Dropping her guard might very well just mean death, and she knew that. And yet, there was no denying how this boarder clad in beskar had been stopped in her tracks, with nothing more than her will. Wavering as her voice may have been, the Padawan stood firm before what some of her friends might have come to regard as a monster.

Slowly, carefully, one of the two blasters was returned to its holster... and a high pitched whine betrayed the fact that the other one had just been switched over to stun.

"Alright", spoke the boarder once more, her voice calm and... almost gentle now. "I'm not going to hurt you, or the civilians under your protection, okay?" Cutting off her comm-link with Karima as the Karjr began to protest, she inhaled deeply through her gills... and returned the second pistol to her holster as well, hands half-raised and palms directed towards the girl.

"I don't want to fight either", promised the armored figure.

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

Loomi faltered for a moment, her stance becoming weaker as she watched the armored woman put away her weapons. She almost didn't believe what she was seeing. This was... contradictory. She understood that there were decent Mandalorians out there, one was even her friend Minerva Fhirdiad , who had defected to the GADF, but those who fought with the Enclave seemed so... ruthless.

"H-how can I trust you?" Loomi asked, less snappy and more genuinely concerned. "Survivors from Ryloth... th-they said you used chemicals on their homes."

Refugees from that battle had come to take shelter in GA space, and the Godoan had been there to help them. They were innocent people who wanted to live their lives seperate from the Enclave. All it took was a desire for independence to see their capital turned into a warzone. Yet here an Enclave Mandalorian was acting in such a conflicting manner that Loomi didn't even know how to react. She couldn't stow her weapon. That would be stupid. For all she knew the woman would just turn around and kill her. The stress of the circumstance she was in was so high that she hadn't even processed that one of the pistols the woman had was set to stun before being holstered.

"How do I know you won't hurt them?" she finally stated in a pleading tone.

She really didn't want to fight. Loomi just didn't know if she could trust this person.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Converse

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"You can't." There it was again - Jenn's choice to be honest above all else, hoping that the truth would set her free. That it would set all of them free. Naive in the eyes of some, noble in that of others. But the Mandalorian cared not for the judgement of others, choosing to stick by her values instead. No matter how many of her friends she alienated by remaining steadfast in the face of all that stood before her. "We did use chemical weapons against military installations on Ryloth. I just kidnapped a Senator of the Galactic Alliance and maimed another. By all means, you have no reason to trust me."

The warrior brought one of her knees down onto the ground, furthering her efforts to appear as non-threatening as possible, in spite of the rather... discomforting words she kept on speaking. Discomforting, yes, but genuine and untouched by deception. "And I understand that I cannot ask you to take a leap of faith, not when you and I are foes. But... these are but helpless civilians. There is no honor to be found in terrorizing the helpless. And you stand to defend them with such courage." The foreign figure, dehumanized by her helmet's speakers and the Y-shaped visor as she was, kept on speaking calmly - and now, a hint of warmth sat behind her words, perhaps even a touch of pride in the Godoan before her.

"Actions speak louder than words, but you have only ever heard of my people bringing war and destruction, have you?" asked the Nite Owl rhetorically, reluctance in her voice... before she inhaled ever so deeply, and brought her hands to rest on her helmet. Her name would soon be known to the SIA for her key role in the kidnapping of Senator Natasi Fortan, and her armor would be equally compromised. Being able to walk about bare-faced whilst wearing civilian clothing was a luxury she wanted to keep, if only to spend time with her girlfriend, but... she was the aggressor here. She owed a sign of trust.

With a hiss of depressurization, the mysterious figure removed her helmet, revealing her fiery mane of hair, and those calm, gray eyes of hers. Holding that helmet in her hands still, she met the Godoan's gaze calmly, all too aware that she could now read her facial expressions. A weakness, as far as she was concerned.

"My name is Jenn, of Clan Kryze. I give you my word, upon the Manda itself: I will do no harm to you or any of these people."

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

Dress​

"Actions speak louder than words, but you have only ever heard of my people bringing war and destruction, have you?"

"I saw it," Loomi frowned. "L-Lessu wasn't a military base, it was a city. I-I wasn't there, but the refugees... I met them... A-and these people here don't have homes anymore..."

How could she still try to take the moral high ground here? This wasn't about honor, this was about people. Lives in the balance, thrown to the wind as their homes went up in flames. That wasn't fair. Every part of her said the logical choice was not to trust this woman, not when she was justifying acts of terror. But her emotions agreed with her words. There was no hostility, and she seemed to be completely truthful. Ultimately, Loomi had no choice. If she fought this Mandalorian she would die. Plain and simple. Her shield fell, falling apart into threads that vanished back into the force, and the girl sheathed her blade.

"You're... not lying about not attacking the passengers," she noted, giving a sigh of relief. "I..."

The weight of the standoff she had just been in had really begun to hit her, followed by the avalanche of emotions from the civilians onboard. Fear, pain, sadness, despare, hopelessness... It all came in a wave at once, washing over her. Her stature grew weary, and the young padawan couldn't help but tear up.

"Th-thank you," the Godoan stammered. "Th-they're all so scared..."

It was overwhelming.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Converse and Comfort

Jenn looked (and sounded) so very sure of herself, her steadfast belief in her people and their cause matched only by the gentleness behind her words as she spoke to the Godoan standing in her way. After all, the fierce warrior had not only disarmed herself, but knelt down before her and extended her arms in a sign of peace - surely, some measure of confidence was required for her to do such a thing! But when the young girl spoke of what went on during the brutal fighting for Ryloth, the shadow of doubt darkened her features. Without the helmet in the way, hiding just what she felt was far more difficult a task. Her lips parted, and the fiery-haired warrior looked ready to explain to the girl that war was hardly ever as surgical a venture as one may try to make it, that it was all an accident, that her people would never knowingly target civilian infrastructure-

But instead, she recognized the situation she was in, and abandoned that line of reasoning. No matter how much she wanted to believe that even the most ardent of Crusaders would stand by their honor, this was not the time to lecture a terrified young lady, whose gentle ripples in the Force suddenly made the situation a lot clearer to her. Of course - a Jedi would hardly try to escape from a world without saving as many people as they could. Reaching for her pair of pistols and stunning the girl would be... what was expected of her. Taking her prisoner and dragging her back to Kestri would be the sensible choice in a war.

But Jenn was no longer ready to be sensible.

The Godoan looked about ready to cry. The people under her protection were terrified. The situation was so visceral, it suddenly opened her eyes as to what kind of person she was becoming. What the war threatened to turn her into, if she kept on following the Crusaders out of blind loyalty.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'll make sure you get somewhere safe." Gentle words, to be sure, and spoken so very honestly... followed by those hands coming to rest on her shoulders, the wise grey eyes of this unlikely boarder peering into the Padawan's own. "There's a trick I've learned, when I was just a foundling. Inhale... count to four. Exhale. Count to four. Inhale."

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

"O-okay," Loomi stammered.

Inhale... count to four... exhale...

The girl's breathing began to slow, and the Godoan's posture even was able to relax a little. She was still on edge, but Loomi very often was. She wasn't panicking, at least, which was the important part. It was strange. Her own will to live had been superseeded by the urge to protect the people on board. Now in hind sight, that instinct was... scary. It could get more people hurt if she wasn't careful.

"I-I'm Loomi," the girl finally had the strength to introduce. "Just Loomi..."

She didn't have a clan or anything like that. Whatever weird family cast she had been stolen from as a baby that she couldn't return to now didn't have the courtesy to tell her what their name was either. So it was just Loomi.

"What... what should I do?"

Loomi asked in ernest. She could feel that Jenn was trustworthy. The Godoan just didn't know what to do next.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Comfort

"That's it", spoke the Mandalorian encouragingly, squeezing the girl's shoulders lightly as she went. "See? There's nothing to it."

There was something almost... vaguely motherly about her demeanor. From the moment she realized just what kind of person stood before her, the warrior's unrelenting advance had all but evaporated as snow under the sun, replaced by worry and kindness. Embracing someone who thought of her as an enemy (perhaps rightfully so) might upset her more than anything else, and so she chose to keep her hands on her shoulders instead. Offering her some measure of support, a means to anchor herself in the moment... but without imposing her presence.

"You are going to be alright, Loomi", promised the boarder. "Do you know where we can take you? Some place close by where the Alliance can treat the wounded on this ship? My friend and I can escort you there, make sure nobody else tries to board, pirates or otherwise." It was a grave promise to make - and a hard one to trust, to be sure. After all, the very people who had brought destruction to Kiffu now offered her safe passage - what proof did she have of their good intentions, beyond this warrior's assurances? And yet, for all of the misgivings the gentle Godoan might have, there was simply no denying the gentleness behind the siren's gaze.

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

"O-Ord Providence," Loomi spoke. "It's close, j-just off the Rimma. They have a refugee camp on one of their moons, a-and a small Jedi Temple where there are healers."

She sighed, hanging her head. There was conflict in the woman before her, something that the youn empath was quick to recognize with her head far more clear. Given her clear status as a Jedi, Loomi had an idea of the kind of rules that this Mandalorian was probably breaking.

"You're... supposed to take me, aren't you?" she asked, her antennae drooping. "I-I don't think your people recognize me as a non-combatant."

It didn't matter that she was a pacifist. Any Mandalorian would be jumping at the opportunity to claim a Jedi as a prisoner.

"Y-you can take me if you have to," the Godoan told her, trying her best to put on a brave face. "A-as long as the civilains get back to safe space, I'm... I'm okay."

After all, Loomi had been taken before. It seemed inevitable that it would happen again.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Comfort

The poor girl was right, of course.

Too young to be a Master, and given her demeanor, most likely not a Knight - but Padawans were still valuable prisoners of war for the Enclave to take. Soon enough, Jenn's people would be forced on the defensive: the Galactic Alliance had been caught flat-footed, but its massive fleets and armies would be mustered eventually, and a brutal clash would occur in Mandalorian space. The presence of prisoners would give an edge, a way to delay that deployment... or perhaps merely a way for them to trade prisoners with their foes. After all, the Nite Owl very much doubted that the Jedi would have scruples about letting the Crusaders go free if they found an opportunity to catch any stragglers. Were their roles reversed, she had no delusions of what her fate would entail.

Something about the sight of those antennae drooping plucked at her heartstrings. Loomi looked so young, so scared... was she even a fighter? She had mentioned she did not want to fight, but could she? There was still such innocence to her, and yet, such courage. How could one so young be willing to sacrifice their freedom for the sake of others?

In the end, Jenn shook her head. Even though the Jedi tried to put on a brave face, she could see how she stammered, how anxious she looked in front of her.

"I'm not going to do that."

Damn the consequences, and damn the weight it would hold on her for letting a Jedi go free - and, in doing so, depriving the Enclave of a valuable bargaining chip. There was no honor to be found in taking this terrified teenager as her captive. The Mandalorian kept her hands on the girl's shoulders, squeezing them again. There was more than merely gentleness behind her gaze now, but warmth as well, and the burning fire of determination.

"I boarded a transport outbound from Kiffu, packed with noncombatants and wounded civilians. I used my Force Sense, but no Jedi were among them. I never saw you."

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

"I boarded a transport outbound from Kiffu, packed with noncombatants and wounded civilians. I used my Force Sense, but no Jedi were among them. I never saw you."

"O-okay," Loomi nodded.

She wanted to protest about how the woman would surely get in trouble, but Loomi didn't really want to get taken. The Godoan was afraid of what might happen to her, that and being seperated from her friends. They were all she had, and Loomi didn't know who she was in a galaxy where she was taken from them. The scenerio that was being put forward by Jenn was one that she could play along with, at least untill they got to safety.

"I-I can tell the pilot to change course," the girl stated. "Ord Providence isn't more than ten hours from here, I-I think."

Loomi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear rather awkwardly. This was all so... strange. Of course, she had to thank her lucky stars that she wound up with an honorable Mandalorian. There seemed to be some capable of truly terrible things if the stories she had heard were any indication. All that mattered was the safety of the civilians, and at the very least this one was not a threat.

After a moment more of thinking, Loomi could feel her shoulder's start to fall asleep.

"Uh," the Godoan began, "You're, uh... squeezing a little hard."

They seemed just as stressed about all of this as Loomi did. It was reassuring, at least, that there were people with humanity in them on both sides, even as one did terrible things.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Comfort

Ten hours? That was within their wheelhouse... but with all Mandalorian forces pulling out on all fronts, they might very well get themselves cut off, and left behind. And Jenn had no desire to be taken prisoner, stripped of her armor (and with it, her dignity) and thrown in a cell.

Blinking in surprise, the Mandalorian gave the Godoan an apologetic smile as she let go of her shoulders, suddenly realizing that her reassuring squeeze had turned a little too tight. "Sorry, I - didn't mean to do that. Look, how about this. You go and tell the pilot to redirect to Ord Providence... and you find something that can transmit so we can keep talking while my friend and I escort you to safety." It was a sound enough proposal, to be sure, even though she was remarkably loathe to leave the Jedi's side. War was a glorious, but devastating venture to embark on, and the poor girl was evidently not prepared for it... which only made her want to take her into an embrace, to tell her that she was going to be alright-

Shaking the thought out of her head, she returned her helmet to her head with a hiss of pressurization, before getting back on her feet... and, with an effort of will on her part, she turned away from Loomi to return to the airlock. But not before resting a hand over her heart, and then waving it towards her. A heartfelt sign of peace.

Getting back aboard her starfighter wasn't exactly hard. No, the really difficult task was handling the other person waiting on her.

"What in Haran were you doing in there, talking to a Jedi? Have you lost your mind?!" came Karima's voice over the comms as she tuned back into them. That her old friend had shown enough restraint not to immediately break her way in after she had gone dark was surprising, if she was honest with herself. The Karjr had never been patient.

"She was scared", answered the Kayatr'ade as she settled into her cockpit and disengaged from the boarded ship. With the number they had done on the engines, there would be no hyperspace jump for the transport craft - only a long, long escort. An escort that would leave them exposed if the Alliance came sniffing about looking for the transponder. "Karima, that was a kid. Wounded people, too. Not one warrior among them! I'm making sure they get to somewhere safe in one piece - you can stick with me if protecting the weak still means anything to you. If not, buzz off, Fett."

A particularly well-crafted expletive was her response... and she knew then that she had gone too far. The communication was cut, and the Crusader broke off, jumping into hyperspace to regroup with the rest of their forces.

A sigh escaped her lips.

"Loomi, this is Jenn. Are you receiving?" asked the Mandalorian as she switched on over to close-range transmission.

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

Loomi ran off to the cockpit to explain the current situation to the pilots and grab herself a communicatior while Jenn went to return to her own ship. The pilots were aprehensive, of course, but they were thankful to have an out. From there the Godoan returned to the passenger area. The civilians were slow to return to their seats, but their fear had begun to settle. That brought Loomi some comfort. The Padawan sat herself towards the front, looking out one of the transport's windows just in time to see the vessel of the Mandalorian's ally depart.

"Loomi, this is Jenn. Are you receiving?"

"I-I am, miss," Loomi responded. "Your... friend just left. They were unhappy about me, weren't they?"

She felt terrible. All of this good will only for Jenn to wind up in trouble with her people. The warrior should have taken Loomi in and let the civilians go on their way, but instead she was risking everything. It was upsetting. Life seemed to be so unfair when it came to good people who did the right thing.

"Sorry..."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space, Near Kiffu
| Objective | Escort the Civilians

"It's alright", came the Mandalorian's response, even though her voice sounded... so very strained. Karima and herself had always had disagreements, but with this, she knew that things were well and truly over, and the two friends would walk different paths from now on. "I made a choice, and she made hers, Loomi. You don't have to apologize for the choices made by others." There was a certain assurance to her words, but no real firmness. An almost motherly warmth suffused her tone, a genuine desire to ease the young Godoan's mind.

The smith's Xandu followed closely behind the transport. An odd sight, to be sure: a lone starfighter escorting a damaged transport, both of them from opposing sides in a war. Uncommon chivalry, some might call it. Jenn merely regarded such a thing as a basic display of honor. An amused little huff escaped her lips at the thought. There would be scorn shown her way, from Karima and other Crusaders. But if she allowed the opinion of others to stop her from doing the right thing, then she would prove herself unworthy of the armor she wore.

"You're a good kid", remarked the Ersansyr suddenly, unprompted. "If you want to repay me for doing this, just... look after yourself. Don't let people decide what you want to do for you."

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

"If you want to repay me for doing this, just... look after yourself. Don't let people decide what you want to do for you."

"I... can I do that?" Loomi asked earnestly, "I-I've been trying, but all of the choices I make feel so... temporary."

The Godoan sighed, crossing her arms on the window sill of the transport and laying her head down. It all seemed so far out of her control. After all, the only life she had ever known before the Jedi was in the palm of someone esle's hand. Maybe that was inevitable. It only took one wrong turn to put her back in a place like that.

"E-everything feels so limited, like I'm on a timer," she told the warrior. "And then it will all be gone."

She was very much afraid of that.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space
| Objective | Escort the Civilians. Advise Loomi.

"I promise you, Loomi, you can. It's hard, I know, but... some of the choices you make? They will impact more than just yourself and those around you. They might come back to haunt you, but so will doing nothing. That, too, is a choice. At the end of the day, all you can do is do what you feel is right." Not quite the most comforting of words, perhaps, but they were certainly earnest. The Godoan, an empath as she was, would be able to tell that much - how Jenn seemingly refused to tell a lie, her warrior's heart burning with the fire of truth, almost religiously so. Checking her radar, she set about correcting the presence of the transport from hostile over to friendly, if only for the time being. Accidentally locking on to it might be a disaster if she was forced to fight off some unscrupulous pirates hoping to prey on the devastation left in the wake of the battle.

"You are a good soul. Do not let others tell you that this goodness must be left behind to suit their own purposes."

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Loomi ​

 

[Loomi]

Space, Near Kiffu
Tags: Jenn Kryze

"I hope I can," Loomi sighed. "Th-thank you though. I... appreciate hearing that."

It was hard, of course. Listening to herself was a thing that she was only just now learning to do. It didn't help that she had been struggling to get a hold of her memories. It made everything messy. She hoped that one day she'd be able to figure it all out.

"Golly, what I did was probably stupid, right?" the Godoan asked. "I mean... you can be honest. I-I didn't stand a chance, did I?"

If any other warrior had been before her, Loomi would have been dead.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Space
| Objective | Escort the civilians. Advise Loomi.

"I know you can", insisted the Mandalorian through the communications shared by the pair. "I'd like to think I am a good judge of character."

There was a gentleness to her voice, still: a fierce warrior she may be, Jenn seemed almost motherly in her care for the Godoan. Rather than chiding her for her unwillingness to commit violence, the Nite Owl brought her comfort and assurances, and chose to fly in the face of her orders to protect her, to ensure her safety... no matter what the consequences might be. There was no going back if Karima decided to decry her as a soft-hearted fool putting the fate of a Jedi above more pressing matters, and yet, Jenn could not quite bring herself to truly care.

"Not against me, no", admitted the Ersansyr, the thought clearly uncomfortable for her. Sometimes, her unwillingness to lie made things more difficult than they had any right to be. She was but a smith: a Karjr or Si'kayha could outperform her in battle, and if she could already beat the Godoan in combat, well... the thought of a Supercommando being the one to board the transport was nothing short of disquieting.

"I wouldn't call it stupid, Loomi: it was brave. You were looking to protect these people."

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Loomi ​