Faction Bright Tide Rising [RNR]

[Jacynthe]

On a day that should've gone down in the histories as one of joy, celebrations, and hope, Naboo was instead plunged into unimaginable terror, destruction, and loss.

During a high-stakes summit aimed at uniting the Southern Systems, a large Nether Portal violently ruptured the sky above Theed, spewing forth demonic creatures eager to feast on the living.

In the face of this threat, Naboo, as it has always done, rose to the occasion presented with a slew of new heroes to cast their names into legend, including Queen Kalantha herself. Key areas were swiftly secured through meticulously planned routes, civilians evacuated to reinforced shelters, while Jedi Knights, Padawans, the Royal Defense Force, and other Good Samaritans, lead the defense of the city— preventing the devastation of what could have easily been the planets second cataclysm.

Now, in the wake of what could've been a devastating tragedy, Naboo again needs to pick up the pieces and find a way to move forward. While much work remains to be done, the spirit of the Royal Naboo Republic remains unbroken.

Spoiler: objective 1

During a summit in Theed, a Rift to the Netherworld tore open, unleashing a wave of monstrous entities upon the unsuspecting populace. While Naboo's response to the recent crisis was commendably swift, allowing many of the worst horrors to be contained before they could spread further, the damage from this latest incursion is still painfully evident. Countless citizens are in need of urgent medical attention, others are simply shake and uncertain where to find help. Volunteer healers and medics are desperately needed to tend to the injured. Beyond healing the wounded, the city itself must be restored—rubble cleared, vita infrastructure rebuilt, and essential services brought back online. Help the devastated populace any way you can.

Spoiler: Objective 2

The Queen is inundated with political meetings, citizens and corporations seeking answers to what they have lost. With rumors of Gungan raiding parties being brought to the attention of the Queen, a delegation of the amphibious creatures make their way to Theed to address the issue. Join the Queen's court to help find solutions, forge policies, and bring back peace to Naboo. Raise your voice in council, or bear witness to history in the making. Every voice and effort can help determine the future of the Royal Naboo Republic.

Spoiler: Objective 3

Rural areas of Naboo are dealing with loose pockets of Nether Creatures not destroyed in the saving of Theed, put an end to them.

The frontier of Naboo has, in the years since the Cataclysm, had to contend with raiding parties of Gungans led by a Charismatic and battle-hardened young war chief. These hostile Gungans have been displaced from their home by Nether Creatures from the Cataclysm. These raids have, for the most part, been bloodless, the Gungans only seeking to steal Kaadu or Nerf from farms and ranches. However, the human ranchers have grown tired of losing their livelihoods and over a handful of months and weeks, blaster fire has been exchanged, and casualties have happened on both sides. A resolution is sought, either through armed battle or negotiation.

 

[Kahne Porte]

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OBJ: 3
Hunting Netherworld Creatures.
Deep Naboo Plains
Tags: Open


A light rain fell upon the plains, essentially trying to wash away the filth that had corroded its soil. The blood of the netherworld creatures still plagued Naboo's soil. Remnant's of the netherworlds forces, the hellish creatures that spawned from the rift were still running rampant across the planet. The Jedi Master commissioned a task force to hunt down and wipe out these creatures. Spilt into different groups, cover more ground and eliminate these creatures before they ran upon local farmlands and more innocents were put in the crossfire.

However it wasn't just the netherworld creatures they had to tend with. The young Gungan warchief himself forced by these creatures and such to fight for his surival as well as the survival of those that followed him. The Jedi Master had no quarrel with the Gungans, however a peaceful resolution would need to be found before any further damage and tensions escalate.

Now was not the time for everyone to turn against each other. If Naboo was to continue to survive against the coming darkness. They would all need to stand together. Put aside these differences and fight together as one.


Otherwise the lives of those lost to defend Naboo's grace and memory would be for naught.

"Scouts are reporting further forces retreating further northward. Nothing but plains ahead of them, however there are several farmlands and small town villages in their path further on."

"Time is always against us. Has there been any glimpse of the young gungan warchief?"

"None sir."

"Keep a constant eye out, our first task is to hunt down these netherworld creatures. We will reach them before they branch out further. Enough lives have been lost to these hellish creatures."

 

[Mother Askani]

- T H E E D -

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Objective 2:

Theed bore the scars of chaos. The elegant domes and spires of the city were fractured, their gilded surfaces tarnished by soot and flame. Where laughter and music once filled the streets, the sound of hammers, shouted orders, and distant sobs now echoed. The Netherworld incursion had left a heavy mark on Naboo's capital, and though the people worked tirelessly to rebuild, the air was heavy with the weight of survival.

She passed through the recovery camps that had sprung up in Theed's squares. Refugees from across the Southern Systems huddled in clusters, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and wary hope. The Hidden Path, who'd tell anyone else they were simply known as The Foundation, had played no small role in stabilizing these camps, providing food, water, and kolto. Every step she took, she caught glimpses of the quiet strength of her allies—Path medics tending to wounds, enforcers standing watch, and mentalics calming frayed nerves with gentle waves of reassurance through the Force.

However, the Queen's court awaited her. The grand palace loomed ahead, its gilded domes still glinting with a regal sheen despite the scars of battle.

Mother Askani strode through the gates of the royal palace. Clad in humble robes, her presence drew little attention, save for a few tired glances from guards and courtiers who saw her as yet another outsider—a leader of an enigmatic organization that had appeared amidst Theed's darkest hour; for all they knew she was here to make a plea for something, like the others. Yet, she had hoped she'd earned enough favor through her actions to at least gain an audience with the Queen. Beneath her composed exterior, Askani was keenly aware of the stakes. She wasn't here merely to help; she was here to set the groundwork for something far greater.

The entrance hall of the palace hummed with activity. Courtiers, officials, and military advisors bustled about, their voices blending into a low hum of urgency. Askani kept her pace steady, ignoring the curious glances as she made her way toward the Queen's council chamber.

And when she arrived, the Queen's court was already in session, a hive of activity as advisors, senators, and military officials presented their reports on reconstruction efforts, security measures, and the mounting refugee crisis, among many other things she caught stray whispers of.

Kalantha
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[Aiden Porte]

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OBJ-2
Task: Protect The Queen
Tags- Kalantha Mother Askani

"This is your arena, your majesty. Show them who you are."

Aiden said with a small smile, keeping up a positive appearance. Protecting the queen was the highest of priorities for him. Giving her some reassuring words prior to the session starting.

The politics, that's where he chose to stay out of. Leave that sort of thing for those that are smarter than him. While he recalled a time with his friend Roman Vossari running a diplomatic simulation and while that went surprisingly well. That was only a simulation, and truth be told his friend led the way for the majority of that debacle. He just provided some small words as best as he could.

The Jedi Padawan donned in his normal armor as he stood vigilant at the Queen's side, his eyes scanning what he could while holding a stoic appearance as the session had begun. Introductions at first and then more reports from all sorts of couriers and advisors began pouring in. The Jedi padawan glanced towards the queen, worried that she might be overwhelmed for just a fraction of a second.

But he knew she was strong, and he had reassured here prior to this that she was the right person for this. She had proven that time and time again.

 

[Ilwynog Cysgod]

Location: Theed
Objective: Figure out how the incident happened
Equipment: Lightsaber, blaster pistol, blaster rifle
Attire: Armoured
Tag: Open

Ilwynog swatted down and inspected the tracks of a nether beast. The creature was dead but Ilwynog was trying to figure out how it could even get here. Naboo was meant to be having a day of celebration but someone, or something decided to ruin the festivities. Ilwynog heard that the intelligence agency of the Royal Naboo Republic were seeking out answers over how the portals were created and why someone would decide to make them here.

The shadow looked over the tracks and noted that they came from the left of Ilwynog. They were unsure why the Force was guiding them with the tracks of this particular beast but something in their gut screamed that this was crucial in terms of understanding how the events unfolded as it did. Ilwynog was not sure why portals to the nether was the method to strike at the Nabooians.

That felt like a message. As if someone wanted to ensure that Naboo never forgot the tragic events that happened years ago.

"Definitely has to be someone with a connection to the previous nether attack. Means that we can rule out those not from Naboo, or at least those who were not living on Naboo around that time." Ilwynog spoke aloud to themselves. Rising to their full height, they placed their hands on their hips and tapped away in thought.

 

[Nakâtu Ee'everwest]

Wearing: XoXo | Tag: Open
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The sleeves of Nakâtu's dark blue dress covered the ink stains she hadn't quite managed to scrub from her wrists. She'd drawn until dawn, filling page after page with yesterday's horrors until her hands stopped shaking, until the demon portal became nothing more than lines on paper. Drawing had been the only way to quiet her mind after the attack.

Now morning light streamed through Theed Palace's windows, casting long shadows across marble floors she'd only ever walked with an escort. Each step echoed a little differently without Casstil's steadfast presence beside her – no quiet quips about proper posture, no subtle clearing of his throat when she started to drift from the designated path. It left her feeling strangely unanchored.

Beyond the towering archway ahead, she could hear the murmur of voices from the Queen's emergency session, already in progress. Her heart quickened at the thought. Not just observation today, not just standing decoratively in the background while others spoke. Real politics, real decisions.

The Ee'everwest family bore a millennium of distinguished service to Naboo, it was in her blood as surely as the art that flowed freely from her fingertips; and while she might have born more marks of an artist, her mind had been shaped by those same generations of political teaching. She'd memorized every protocol, studied every precedent for various procedures and sessions of court.

Finally, all those hours pouring over historical records and legislations suddenly felt like they had purpose beyond her private fascination.

The guards posted at the entrance nodded as she approached, and Nakâtu felt a flutter of pride beneath her carefully maintained composure. For the first time, they weren't looking past her to Casstil or her parents for approval. They were acknowledging her – House Ee'everwest's youngest daughter, yes, but also someone with the right to walk through these doors on her own merit.

She paused at the threshold, not from uncertainty but to savor the moment. Through the gap between the ornate doors, she caught glimpses of gathered nobles, heard fragments of passionate debate about Naboo's future. Her future. Their future. And for once, she wouldn't just be watching from the sidelines.

 

[Vizion Trozky]

LET'S GO HUNTING
DEEP PLAINS COUNTRY ☛ NABOO

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Vizion had a smattering of memories that had to do with rain on Naboo, but none had to do with the plains, since most of his childhood had been spent in and around Theed before he left to become a Jedi. He’d been caught in heavier rain unprepared a time or two, back then, and soaked to the bone for it, looking like drowned rats with his friends.

It was the laughter in those memories that ghosted over his thoughts, first, when the drizzle started on their trek out into the plains, a stark contrast to the reasons they were all the way out here: to maybe earn muddy boots, attempt to bring resolution to an ongoing conflict, and track down nether creatures that had managed to evade their fate in the city.

He’d glanced at Briana, then, followed by Joro, wondering what treaded in their thoughts, but brought his attention back to the fore after a moment as they approached another that was out here for the same reason, while he addressed personnel in his task force.

“The more of us, the better,” he observed, speaking to the two that came out with him, “we’ll make quick work of these creatures, now.” Then Viz raised an arm in greeting and spoke towards the older guy, who he recognised as the respected Jedi, Kahne Porte, even if he didn’t know the man personally, “I can do you one better, Master Porte,” he said, “a few moment’s patience, and I’ll have us a solid lead on one or more of those things.”

His skill as one of the foremost trackers amongst the Jedi made Vizion Trozky a difficult man to evade. He fished a sealed vial out of an inner pocket of his jacket, a small vessel full of grisly biological matter from one of the creatures destroyed in Theed. He peered at it, frowning faintly, but a small handful of years doing what he did had given him something of an iron stomach. These creatures weren't any worse than that rhak-skuri.

“Having a focus isn’t necessary,” he explained, “but it does make this faster.” Viz closed his hand around the vial, glanced at Briana and Joro, then looked back to Kahne with a firm smile, “So, northeast, or...?”

Briana Sal-Soren • Joro Kal'nath • Kahne Porte​

 

[Casstil Zirkonn]

Wielding: PbBP-01 S.I., PGEM/CB-001 | Wearing: Royal Naboo Security Force Attire​

Naboo had gone through yet another attack, and weathered it just the same as it had last time. Politics and the like were no doubt underway even before the surrounding area had been secured from the creatures of nightmare and senseless bloodshed. His father had called him back from his post to ensure that the man's interest and goals would be safeguarded for the future.

A fact that made his stomach turn in light of the attack.

That his father was more concerned about schemes and plotting than the wellbeing of everyone around them had his features marred by a scowl. Scanning the length of each entered hallway and intently listening for the faint steps he'd once been so familiar with. The rhythmic clack of his own heeled boots against the palace floor as he raced after a familiar face was not an unknown sound to anyone within the palace. And wearing his rank proudly, he had no troubling searching the area for his wandering charge. The most difficult part for him in the end was spying her form from down the hallway and not making a fool of himself.

The twin guards at the door grinned at him when he made a shushing motion to silence their greeting as he approached. Far quieter than he had been in the entire time he'd been walking the halls in search of her.

"Are you sneaking about Nik-nack?" He teased quietly, watching her peer through rather than enter the meeting he had no doubt was transpiring already. A meeting she was no doubt supposed to be a part of. A terrifying thought really in his own mind.

Being late to formation or even a briefing was always a notion that had caused him to arrive early. Sometimes absurdly so. But this. This was something else entirely.

"We'll walk in together. And you can blame me if they ask why you are late." His hand rose as if in offer, near to pausing in mid air before he swiftly moved it to adjust his uniform. Remembering they were here on official business and that the offer of comfort might be seen as more than just that.

Nakâtu Ee'everwest​

 

[Kuhbee]

Objective: Figure out how the incident happened
TAG: Ilwynog Cysgod

The small ship dropped out of hyperspace with relative ease. Kuhbee let the droid in the back talk to the planetary officials, figuring they didn’t speak shyriiwook anyway. When given the green light he brought the ship onto the hangar with ease. Flying came natural to Kuhbee but that wasn’t much of a surprise. Wookies were very mechanically gifted.

His Master Gil Horn had been spending time with the Naboo Jedi to help them get set up. Kuhbee wasn’t sure if that meant they were both officially joining the Order. All he knew was other Jedi were in trouble and he was here to help. This wasn’t the first time Theed had suffered a Netherworld crisis, the padawan learned and that was unsettling. It seemed odd that these things happening on this planet. He wondered if someone was behind it.

After docking and checking in Kuhbee went to find another who was asking those same questions. If he could help with the investigation he would. Wookies were excellent trackers.

He reached the armored individual and let his eyes wander to the slain beast.

[They are bigger than I thought they would be.]

 

[Roman Vossari]

BYOO
Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Corazona von Ascania

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The shimmering spires of Theed, even scarred as they were from the recent…incident, still stole Roman's breath. Naboo was extravagant, a jewel box compared even to the opulent architecture of Serenno. This was his first time on the planet, his first time in the capital, and the sheer scale of it, even amidst the rubble and the lingering scent of smoke, was breathtaking. He and Cora, dispatched to aid in the city's restoration, had spent the last few days tending to the wounded, shifting mountains of debris, trying to offer a hand – or a bacta patch – to people who had nowhere else to turn.

The work had been fulfilling, in a brutal, aching sort of way. The gratitude in their eyes, the small smiles of relief, were potent antidotes to the pervasive despair. Yet, the sadness etched onto every face, the quiet agony in their postures, had begun to weigh heavily on him. He'd found himself increasingly fatigued, the relentless cycle of destruction and rebuilding grinding him down.

But the promise of the Naboo countryside, specifically the vast lakes rumored to hold fish of magnificent size, had kept him going. The thought of a fishing rod in hand, the quiet solitude of the water, the simple pleasure of the chase… it was a siren song in the symphony of suffering. It was a chance to indulge in a hobby he'd neglected in recent months, a chance for respite. Coincidentally, the last time he'd truly relaxed, the last time he'd felt that tranquil rhythm of casting and waiting, was the last time he'd seen Lysander.

The Padawan, now stationed primarily on Naboo, had become a friend unexpectedly. And now, with Cora by his side, Roman found the opportunity to finally reconnect with him. The villa they'd passed through to reach the lake was opulent enough to make a Hutt blush, but Roman barely registered its splendor. His eyes were fixed on the dark, inviting expanse of the lake, a shimmering blue canvas beneath the Naboo sun. He cast his line, the weight of the last few days momentarily forgotten as the line sliced through the water.

He found himself curious, a quiet amusement bubbling beneath the surface. He knew Lysander and Cora separately, but the dynamic between them remained a mystery. Still, Lysander's declaration to have Roman on his team in any von Ascania affair hinted at fun dynamics that intrigued him. The fishing, the reunion, and the subtle dance between his two friends – it promised to be a day of unexpected discoveries, both on the lake and on the shores of something far more intriguing.

 

[Lorn Reingard]

OBJ 2
Tags: Open

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The polished floor reflected the swirling silks and shimmering jewels of the delegates flooding Queen's Court. Lorn, obscured in the shadows at the back of the vast chamber, watched the spectacle unfold with curiosity. He'd found himself adrift these past weeks, a ghost returning to his native Naboo after a decade spent far from its sun-drenched plains. Shiraya's Sanctuary had offered a fragile peace, but the emptiness persisted, a hollow echo in the heart of a Jedi Knight. Security work -- muscle for hire -- filled the void temporarily, earning credits to sustain a new life he now had to create.

This particular job, however -- escorting a nervous politician through this very court -- had an odd symmetry. He found himself back within the very heart of a political machinery, a place he once knew intimately. He'd stood in halls like this as a trusted advisor once before, his voice a significant one in shaping a kingdom's destiny. Those days felt like a lifetime ago. Now, he existed at the periphery, a silent observer in the bustling theatre of power.

The air hummed with the low thrum of conversation, the carefully crafted pronouncements, the hushed whispers of intrigue. It was a familiar symphony, one he'd once conducted with confidence and purpose. But the conductor's baton was now laid aside, replaced by a watchful gaze and a hand resting lightly on the hilt of the vibroblade concealed beneath his cloak.

His focus, however, wasn't on the lavish display or the scheming politicians. His attention was fixed on the young Queen herself, this crowned ruler of Naboo. The recent invasion of Theed still cast a long shadow over the kingdom, a fresh wound upon the land. Lorn waited, observing with a seasoned Jedi's patience, eager to see how this leader would navigate the treacherous currents of politics and wartime recovery. Would she rise to the occasion? Lorn watched with intrigue as more and more powerful players swarmed in.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Naboo - Plains
Skinsuit, Noctys, MidNight Duster
Bracelet
Speeder Bike
Lightsaber, Turmoil, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby, Dual Broken Core Daggers
Kahne Porte | Vizion Trozky | Briana Sal-Soren | @ Joro Kal'nath​

As much as she had enjoyed the plains of Naboo, that didn't mean they were a welcome sight.

It was a lot of ground to cover for trying to cut off the guerilla attacks of an overactive war chief. Especially one that had somehow continued to meet the expectations of those in his care. Meaning they were more likely to act beyond what they were asked given her experiences in the outer rim with pirate and criminal warlords. They might even have a tendency to do things they wouldn't normally. Like engage in combat with excited and frustrated locals about who exactly had what rights about animals. The speeder she was riding on was at least making quick work of the ground beneath her. It certainly didn't fit the Naboo aesthetic.

Which might have been part of the reason for using it in the first place.

The radio chatter hadn't been noteworthy up to this point. Old trails of the warband moving through as people hemmed and hawed while rubbing their hands about keeping things peaceful. But if the locals were getting agitated and shooting. It likely meant the time for peaceful patience was drawing to an end. Which was why she was out looking for the group of Gungans herself.

Violence was an easy solution.

A solution that most tended to shy away from within the jedi order. Something that she had done as well with her own constructed lightsaber. Still a handy tool by most rights and had served her well in obtaining information. But violence had a time and place given the right conditions. And it wasn't as if those within the Order were going to learn to hone their craft by simply remaining peaceful through their tenure as a jedi. Plus, she was still mad that she had missed out on the big beastie hiding inside the netherworld rift and hadn't gotten past the training room irritation either.

Rather than stew and make everyone worry about her presence in the meanwhile, she decided to go out and at least be somewhat helpful how she knew best.

By being someone else's problem.

A change in the environment caught her attention. A divot in the grass covered ground where there wasn't supposed to be. A breakaway from the larger pack. Slowing the speeder down until she could circle back for a second look. Her eyes scanning the surroundings as she tried to gauge where the little breakaway marauders might have gone. There were plenty of hiding places that those more familiar with the area might have known or even made compared to a recent arrival.

"Early warning maybe? Or a surprise attack." She leaned against the handles, debating openly with herself as she examined the surroundings a little more. "What are you doing?"

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes
GEAR: Lightsaber
TAGS: Vizion Trozky | Briana Sal-Soren | Kahne Porte

Joro said nothing. He didn't know these people he was working with, he'd just been told by his master to join them, that the experience would be good for him. They were experienced Knights and a Master and he was a lowly, insignificant Padawan who would more than likely be told to stay back and let them handle everything. That was the way it usually went for him. He did nothing but watch as others did everything. Maybe he tended the injured or helped move goods, but he didn't fight. He didn't defend.

The Master spoke with authority. He had clearly been doing this sort of thing for a long time. Joro respected that. The ability to lead was an important trait, one that he struggled with. Leadership. How could he lead when he was blasted at every turn by his own master for being too aggressive and driving for the root of the problem rather than accepting serenity as the place of a Jedi?

Inwardly he snorted in disgust. The idea that the Jedi weren't supposed to go out and seek evil to destroy was ridiculous. What was the purpose of their existence if not to be diametrically opposed to those who sought to do evil to others? Why should they sit around and let evil run rampant when they could take up arms and fight against them? If their cause was truly noble, as he believed it was, then they would be able to withstand the pull of the darkside and find favor with the Force for striking down those that oppose it.

But now here he was, standing with three others, watching as one pulled out a vial of some disgusting liquid, and wondering why they were just standing there when people were being hounded by creatures of the nether. They weren't alone. The Gungan's were also dealing with this threat. There were others in the field hunting as well ( Lossa Aureus ). But he was tired of them standing there and waiting for the words of the Master, even if he did respect them. He yearned for combat.

So he did what he did best and ignored them and started heading northeast like Vizion had said. If that was where the creatures were, that was where he would go to kill them.

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

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Naboo had again fallen into chaos and nearly into ruin. Theed, the capital of the world and in its best time a gilded example of what all seats of power should look and feel like. This was not its best time. The city was awash with smoke and rubble and corpses. It was to say the least an inauspicious beginning to what had been promised to be another new and better beginning for this world and the worlds that surrounded her.

It was a dream of course. As all things shiny and hopeful were. A day of beautiful bright hope had swiftly been dashed with trouble and turmoil. Trouble and turmoil were what Joran Del-Finn lived for.

Captain Joran Del-Finn crossed the elegant marble floors of the palace toward the assembly, the blood colored heels of his robot leather shoes, polished to a shine of course, clicked or clacked with every step. Despite his lack of an invitation, Joran Del-Finn sure did look like her belonged here.

His suit was made of the finest material to be found on the planet, his chrono was twenty-five thousand credits but it was the confidence with which he strode across the floor of the hall that would truly convince an onlooker that her was meant to be here and there were always onlookers when Joran entered a room.

It wasn't the suits or the swagger that caught attention, not a first at any rate, it was often the fact that Joran Del-Finn was a mountain that paraded himself as a man. He towered over many sentients standing at over six and a half feet tall, and he had the musculature of someone who wrangled rancors with their bare hands.

He wasn't a rancor wrangler though, well not today he wasn't, he was a businessman, one of the fastest growing on all of Naboo. After the cataclysm a handful of years ago, in the wake of the death and destruction many niches needed filling at prices too low to ignore as the planet struggled to recover. Joran who had gotten a not insignificant amount of credits from his distant relative and Naboo native Caltin Vanagor, used those credits to buy anything and everything from land, to factories, and any other opportunity he could find cheap.

This second cataclysm would provide just as much as the first. Monsters had fallen from the sky, the queen was young, and now fear ruled here again, opportunities would be the cheapest they possibly could be for quite some time and Joran meant to snatch as many of them up for himself as he could.

Joran stopped short of entering the main assembly. Two guards flanked the door and in front of him just before the threshold, a young woman, and a man of the Royal Security Force. Joran didn't recognize him so he did not think it likely he was one of eh RSF that frequented his bar in Keren City.

Joran would wait patiently for them to enter and perhaps a beat longer after that as well before offering himself as a potential savior and fixer of Naboo's problems

For a price, of course.

Nakâtu Ee'everwest Casstil Zirkonn

 

[Isaiah]

"I'll do it,"

Isaiah regretted saying it before the words were even out his mouth. What frakking business did he have volunteering to lead a party of pissed ranchers in the wilder parts of Naboo to search out Force knows how many fething gungans and convince those gungans to stop stealing the ranchers livestock. Especially when that convincing was almost sure to need to come at the end of a blaster barrel.

Well, truth being what it was, there weren't many who had more business doing such a thing than Isaiah Lyell. A sergeant in the RNSF formerly and a commissioned captain during an offensive on Onderon for the local rebel forces there. Isaiah was crack shot, a damn good tracker, and not stupid, and all that was a sight more than could be said for the riled up ranchers who were out for blood.

Three years ago Naboo was nearly lost to being a land of monsters and mayhem. The cataclysm had affected everybody and that included the Gungans who it turns out felt some kind of way about the abandonment they felt they received from the human government. Many, too fething many, had lost their homes same as the humans had, the difference being new homes were made or found for the humans. The queen and her government did try there weren't no argument there, many many Gungans were offered safe refugee in human cities or mixed colonies and many many Gungans took that offer and assimilated among their new neighbors but many, even many many, wun't all.

Pockets of Gungans felt resentment at losing their homes and the solution, no matter how temporary or well meaning of living with the humans was a slap in the face to them. Gungans were by nature good folks but also by nature they were warriors and a fair few of the youngins thought being warriors was preferable to being human. Coming right down to it, Isaiah couldn't hardly blame them.

But neither could he blame his fellow ranchers for wanting to protect what was theirs. Two years of livestock and crop, these people's livelihoods, being stolen had reached a boiling point not two weeks back. Old man Macgurdy and his boys caught about dozen or so gungans rounding up some of their nerfs and making to take off with them. Blaster fire was exchanged, at least four gungans died along with old man Macgurdy's youngest boy. Calls now rang out from every ranch about going to war, whatever the hell that meant to them, Isaiah knew what it meant to him, and maybe that's why he volunteered to lead.

"I'll do it." He had told them. now he led fifty mounted men across the plains of Naboo.

The men and their mounts came in all shapes and sizes. Mostly the men were too old or too young, fit men were needed to work the ranches, while there were plenty of old men willing to die and plenty of young men eager to kill.

Their mounts were far and away worse. mostly Kaadu, a handful of Eopie and disparagingly enough a handful of men were riding nerf. Every beast was old and overworked. None had ever been used for the tracking, finding, and potential elimination of enemy hostiles. The most had done was pull a plow and from a glance more than a few had never even had a rider in their backs. It was a fething chit show.

It was his fething chit show now.

Isaiah whistled his mount to a stop. She was gorgeous grey-furred tusk-cat who was dappled black along her right flank earning her the name Thunder. Thunder's momma was Isaiah's first Tusk-cat and he'd never thought he could love anything as much as that beast but then he had a wife and some kids and Thunder showing him that love was an impossible thing to avoid.

"What's that sound?" Old man Macgurdy asked reigning up his Kaadu next to Isaiah, the two of them had gone ahead of the rest to scout. The over grown bird billed creature honked and snorted its displeasure being so near Thunder. Stupid animal didn't have sense enough to know the safest place it could be was near Thunder who was as brave a herd protector as Isaiah had ever known.

"Speeder, sound like," Isaiah answered.

"Out here? It's not the gungans is it?" The old man asked, worried.

"Not our gungans," Isaiah told him. "Best we go have a look though,"

The old man nodded and slung his rifle from his back gripping it white-knuckled. Isaiah just shook his head as he squeezed thunder's haunch with his heels and took off in a trot toward the sound of the speeder.

"Well who is it?" The old man whispered desperately from over Isaiah's shoulder while he looked down the sights of his rifle toward the speeder. Even in a place like this with its wide open plains, Isaiah was able to lead Macgurdy silently to a place of vantage for the two of them, going for the moment unnoticed.

"Some pink woman," Isaiah whispered back.

"The hell she doing?"

"Hunting."

Lossa Aureus

 

[Kalantha]

SO THIS IS POLITICS

It felt much the same as last time.

The days following the Second Cataclysm -as Kalantha was sure it would be calledhad gone by in a blur. Workers and humanitarians poured into Theed like a refreshing wave of bacta, healing the city’s open wounds and tending to the scars left by the Netherworld incursion. Great work had been done and even more was being done still, but as Kalantha sat upon the throne in full royal dress, she couldn’t help but feel pangs of guilt and anger gnawing at her ribs.

"This is your arena, your majesty. Show them who you are."

Aiden’s words grounded her in an instant. Truly, she didn’t know where she would be without his presence. Kalantha looked at him and smiled as much as she could afford without breaking her royal composure - the more traditional members of the court would have nothing to do with smiles and laughs in the chamber.

Still, she could speak freely with Aiden, distanced as they were from the rest of the petitioners.

“I much prefer politics to soirées,” she mused, referring to the galactic gala held on Theed not long ago. These very walls were filled with Jedi, Mandalorians, Imperial warlords, and likes of Darth Carnifex all at once, though it certainly felt more like a political roulette game than a ball.

She looked over those who had come thus far, recognizing Mother Askani and the noble girl Nakâtu Ee'everwest first. “Yes, I think I shall,” she said with finality to Aiden. There was much to discuss, from the obvious Netherworld threat to Gungan raiding parties and the ever present threat of Sith machination. Kalantha would allow the court the opportunity to decide which topic to tackle first, after sharing a few words of solidarity.

“Good people of Naboo,” she said when the moment was right. “I thank you all for being here today as we look to ourselves, our neighbors, our families, and Shiraya for guidance in the times to come.”

“These past few days have been full of hardship and uncertainty, but I also have seen an abundance of compassion and resilience. The people of Theed and greater Naboo are not unfamiliar with the threat posed by the Netherworld. We survived the first Cataclysm years ago, and we’ve done it again - but we can do so much more than survive in fear of these incursions. The people of Naboo can stand against the Netherworld, but first, we must heal and prepare ourselves.”

Kalantha gave the crowd a dignified nod. She believed her words and hoped that the people would believe them, too. The Queen took a small breath, then spoke her final words for the time being: “The floor is open.”

Tags: Mother Askani | Aiden Porte | Nakâtu Ee'everwest | Casstil Zirkonn | Lorn Reingard | Joran Del-Finn​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

BYOO

Tags: Corazona von Ascania | Roman Vossari

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With each step towards the rented villa in the distance, Lysander's heart became noticeably lighter. He was beyond grateful to finally have a moment of respite from his rigorous training and duties. Naboo's countryside stretched out before him; the beauty here never failed to calm the soul. However, the short walk would still require effort; a basket filled with food was already straining his arm, while a new fishing pole was slung over his shoulder.

Memories of the attack on Theed flooded his mind. The intensity of it all; the fear that had taken over him; everything came back. Lysander shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of them. It was his first real taste of battle, leaving him feeling somewhat unready for the reality that came with conflict. In his search for clarity, he had been turning to meditation more frequently.

The guilt felt for indulging in a more leisurely activity amidst all the current restoration efforts was still present, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to spend time with his friend and beloved sister. Before departing, he had at least contributed his own efforts. He also couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance that it took Cora so long to visit. He presumed she was probably busy with spa sessions or something, reclining with fruit slices over her eyes, while he was busy fighting the shadow creatures.

Lysander was dressed in a simple white tunic, perfect for the warm weather. His brown leggings hugged him snugly. Beige leather boots added a few inches to his height, somewhat of a relief since he hadn't grown any. He hoped the extra height, along with Ashla's blessing, would prevent him from having to take any orders from the other blonde today. To protect his eyes from the sun, he wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, though it was a bit large for him.

Finally, he arrived at the lake and looked out towards the sparkling waters. With a dramatic sigh, he put the basket down, creating a loud thud. For a moment, everything else vanished, and it seemed like the spotlight was only on Roman. The older Padawan stood there, looking like a seasoned veteran in his craft. Excitement bubbled within as he quickly approached.

“Roman! Guess who's arrived!” A warm smile stretched across his face. “I brought snacks and my own fishing pole! Today’s going to be so epic!” His voice was full of enthusiasm. Today held the promise of smiles, friendship, and possibly even adventure.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

BYOO
Roman Vossari Lysander von Ascania

Cora had never been fishing before.

Valery always impressed upon her the importance of relaxing - Jedi would do the galaxy no good burned out - but it had been a difficult notion for Cora to enact. After spending several grim days with Roman picking through the rubble in Theed, the idea of the countryside was a tantalizing one. She acquiesced quickly to the idea of a fishing trip, hoping to set a halfway decent example for the Padawans regarding self-care.

Dressed in a white linen tunic, dark brown leggings and tan boots, the knight stood beneath a tree as she untangled her fishing line. Roman's help had been politely waved off; partially so that she could observe him before making an absolute fool of herself, and partially because it prolonged her having to deal with the unpleasant eventuality of live bait.

Cora shuddered at the thought; she should've brought gloves.

Lysander's happy declaration heralded his arrival, and she couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. She'd been gravely worried for his safety once news of the assault on Theed reached her, only arriving in time to help with the aftermath. They'd yet to talk through the particulars of what had happened, but the mention of a fishing trip with Roman seemed to brighten his demeanor.

Adjusting the floppy brim of her oversized straw sunhat, Cora peered out from the shade and smiled at Lysander. That expression pursed in surprise as she scanned his outfit with a critical eye.

They could've been twins.

With a wry hum, she waved a finger up and down as a gesture towards their identical, and independently curated outfits.

"At least we know where your taste in clothes came from."

 

[Mother Askani]

- T H E E D -

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Objective 2:

Her presence was marked by subtle glances and quiet whispers - she certainly didn't fit the description of a noble or statesman. To them, she was simply the leader of the Foundation, some humanitarian organization that had appeared during a dark hour, but few knew the true depths of her mission or the organization's real purpose.

“The floor is open.”

The chamber fell silent as Askani stepped forward, bowing low with respect. "Your Majesty," she began, her voice measured and calm. "Thank you for granting me this audience. You may call me Mother Askani." she said, her voice clear and steady despite the undercurrent of tension in the room.

"I come to offer my assistance in a matter that weighs heavily on Naboo and the Southern Systems alike." A beat. "If I may?"

When permission was granted, Askani straightened, pulling back her hood to reveal her silver-streaked hair and steady eyes. "I represent the Foundation, a humanitarian initiative, built by volunteers, dedicated to providing aid and restoring hope to those displaced by conflict and disaster. I come before you not with a request but with a solution."

The room quieted, and it felt like all eyes turned to her.

"Naboo has suffered greatly, and yet it has risen to the challenge with courage and grace - As expected. However, the burden you now bear—the displaced, the injured, the grieving—cannot be carried alone. My organization stands ready to assist, not just here but across the Southern Systems."

Askani paused, letting her words settle before continuing. "The Foundation proposes establishing secure pathways for refugees, using Naboo as a hub for relief efforts. These pathways would lead to systems we have already scouted—worlds willing to welcome those seeking a fresh start. By providing food, medicine, and transportation, we can ensure that the weight of this crisis is not shouldered by Naboo alone."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the chamber. One senator, his brow furrowed with skepticism, stood to speak.

She however, remained calm and firm.

"We ask for no resources from Naboo—only your permission to operate as a staging ground for this effort. To help. The Foundation will handle all logistics, from food and medicine to relocation and settlement."

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Kalantha | Nakâtu Ee'everwest | Aiden Porte | Joran Del-Finn | Lorn Reingard | Casstil Zirkonn
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[Roman Vossari]

BYOO
Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Corazona von Ascania

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Roman cast his line, the weight of the lure a comforting tug against the line. The deep blue of the lake mirrored the vast, calming sky, a stark contrast to the past few days. He appreciated this quiet, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore, the chirping of unseen birds. It was a perfect escape. His gaze drifted to Cora, her brow furrowed in concentration as she wrestled with the wriggling bait. The hesitant way she approached it, the slight shudder that ran through her, elicited a chuckle from him. She was trying, that much was clear, and the effort, even in its awkwardness, was endearing. At least she was making an effort to relax, to humor him and Lysander.

The sound of Lysander's boisterous arrival broke the tranquil scene. "Lysander! Good to see you!" Roman shouted back, and grinned as the younger Padawan practically sprinted towards them, a whirlwind of excited energy. Roman was genuinely impressed, Lysander had really thought this through, bringing snacks and his own fishing pole. It was good to see him, too. The recent invasion on Naboo, the realization that Lysander had moved temples… it had worried Roman. He'd worried that his friend had been in danger when word came in about Naboo. This day, this peaceful escape, was probably just what Lysander needed.

As Lysander set up his own fishing gear beside him, Roman dug into the basket of snacks, pulling out a handful of dried fruit and nuts. "This is good…" he mumbled, his mouth full. He swallowed, then remembered their experience on Ukatis. "Remember what I showed you last time?" he asked Lysander, hoping the younger Padawan recalled the proper casting technique they'd worked on previously. He really did have a knack for this.

Then, he turned his attention back to Cora, still patiently battling the bait. "Come on, Cora! Give it a go!" The encouraging words were laced with a playful challenge, a hint of laughter in his voice. He knew she was hesitant, but he also knew she was capable of more than she gave herself credit for. Besides, even if she didn't catch anything, the shared experience, the laughter, the quiet companionship – that was the real catch of the day.