Can't Take the Sky From Me | ORC Dominion of Pamarthe Hex

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Kale Seleare"]

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"Oh, by the Force," Tiland murmured as he caught sight of the other man dragging himself from the wreckage, and clearly in bad shape. The Jedi brushed his hands on his robes and picked up the pace to hurry over to them. He could see the other two youngish looking folks. "You two, get me some water if you're in one shape and not bleeding." He would brush through any of their efforts to help him.

It was an advantage to being Anzati after all. Couldn't really bleed. Breathing wasn't too crucial. He'd heal faster than humans would, even when he was injured, and what might otherwise be a fatal injury would be fine after a bit of rest and a cup of tea. Well, maybe not quite that intense, but close.

"You sit down!" He said, gesturing to Kale. "You are not looking to be in good shape. Anything besides that head injury of yours?"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 1: Refugees
Allies: ORC
Location: Pamarthe

Now that the blood bags arrived, sealed under wraps, the transfusion could begin, and the later stages of treating the patient would begin also. But the worst was already behind her when the transfusion began, so it would be a less stressful portion as the patient would be carried to a different ward to recover. That's where Jedi healers tended to fail to heed warning most often; they think the Force is a panacea in a silver bullet and yet I know it doesn't excuse the need for conventional recovery precautions, Cathul thought, as the patient was finally on the mend. Broken bones and other stuff of that nature were all too common among the patients. Yet there were other patients elsewhere in the triage area that were still trickling in, and she needed to take care of the most urgent of the gang, provided that person could, in fact be cured and survive. Because the uncurable patients were the elephants in the room when it came to curing patients using Force-healing, and they were some of the most unpleasant moments in working medical missions on this scale.

 

[Kaleleon]

I continued to walk. Not really focusing on how close I was to the people, or even if I was walking in the same direction. My head pounding like a child beating on a drum with no sign of stopping. Running my tongue through my mouth, and trying to still spit out sand that had gotten into my mouth. I looked up when hearing a voice that seemed to hit me like a speeder going well over a hundred meters per second. I winced as any kind of noise seemed to make this pain in my head worse.

Looking up at a much older man who drew closer to me, I could tell he was well into his older ages. Commanding me to sit down, I did so. Likely he could take a better grasp of the situation I was in. Since I couldn't really tell what injuries, if I had any, that I might have missed.

"I uh... don't think so. Concussion is hitting me hard. Its... difficult to think."

I was trying to think about what went down. How did we get here, but it was like my mind was forcing me to forget so I would worry about my injuries first. As I sat down, I cradled my head within my hands. Even if my forehead began to hurt when I placed my palm on the wound. Purely by accident. Removing the hand, I could see blood on my hands. Enough to cover a large portion, but it was mostly smudged off from my forehead. Reaching to my belt, I pulled out the extremely small medical kit. Normally I would use this on other people if I could, but I think it was okay to use it on myself.

"Yo...You mind dressing the uh... wound."

I knew that those who were injured, wouldn't have the strength to apply a good bandage with the right pressure and precision. Plus, I didn't know how large the wound was on my head. Seeing as I can only see from my eyes, and not a third person perspective.

"Kale. I'm... Kale."

[member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Miri O'Hare"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zak Amroth"],

 

[Yula Perl]

For better or for worse, most of what Zak said went in one ear and out the other. Yula wasn’t actively trying to ignore the Judge, but from Pantora to here, her brains had been scrambled. Right now her mind was busy trying to make sense of their circumstance.

They weren’t alone, that much had become evident. Yula didn’t know how long she’d been out for, but it must have been a while because Zak was a sweaty, shirtless mess. It took her a few moments of blank staring at the Kiffar’s outstretched hand before realizing that she was supposed to be doing something. What was that phrase again, the one she hated?

“Yay Team Zak.” She gave him her best haphazard high-five. In the time that it took her to figure out what to do, the two mysterious voices they were supposed to rescue had found the pair. As far as she could tell, squinting through the bright glare of the sun reflecting from the sand, one was injured. The other wasn’t.

The uninjured man—an older gentleman with the distinguished grace of a Jedi—had rushed onto the scene in time to meet their new arrival who was bleeding from the head.

"You two, get me some water if you're in one shape and not bleeding."

Pushing herself up, Yula groaned in exertion. Pantora hadn’t been kind to her, and in the back of her mind she was worried that the Sith would chase the fleeing Coalition combatants here. Her eyes fell onto the injured man, amazed that he was able to make it this far on his own, somewhat relieved to know that she and Zak weren’t the only ones who’d managed to escape. “Does internal bleeding count?”

Trundling over to where Zak had stacked their salvaged supplies, she managed to find a few water purification tablets. It was better than nothing, even if it did give the water it treated a weird chemical taste. The mysterious Jedi would receive a pail of weird chemical tasting but clean water, while Yula made her way back over to the wreckage of the ship. “Nice to meet you Kale, and Jedi. I’m Yula.” Wading through the part of the wreck that wasn’t on fire, the Zeltron made idle chat while searching for any piece of tech that was in remotely usable condition—something she could patch to send out a distress signal, if they were lucky. "How'd you two find yourselves on this little slice of heaven?" Her focus was beginning to return, but now her head was pounding. Following suit of Zak, she removed her jacket and remained in her undershirt.

[member="Kale Seleare"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | Miri O'Hare

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Being on Pantora to help was a lot harder than she thought.

Guilt settled in, for while her comrades had fought the Sith Empire, Frielle had cozied up to them. While her reasons were personal it would not matter to those who suffered now. She helped move supplies, set up additional tents and get people the help that they needed. She would smile and nod quietly working to help the wounded, the spacer recentered herself. The people of Pamarthe were a welcoming sort and for that Frielle was sure that the Coalition were grateful. The routine of the camp was still something she was trying to settle into while making her skills as a pilot available to those who would have need of it.

For while helping with supplies was a noble call, Frielle would much prefer to be alone with her thoughts in her X-Wing.

Thankfully the call for her piloting services came sooner rather than later. Unfortunately she wouldn't be piloting her own bird, instead, the people of Parmathe and a member of the Coalition asked if Frielle could head out with a bulky craft meant for cargo runs. Still, it was a chance to get in the air and the spacer wouldn't turn it down.

 

[Zak Amroth]

"You two, get me some water if you're in one shape and not bleeding."

"I'll have you know I'm in excellent shape!" Zak shouted back at the old man, and to prove this he immediately started doing push ups.

He wasn't lying. Despite surviving the same crash as the rest of them the young kiffar felt more or less completely fine. Zak had always been lucky that way. Walking away from his own catastrophes was something of a trademark. Eventually he glanced up and realized that no one was paying any attention to him. He scowled and kicked a sand dune at the sight of his apprentice fawning over the injured beefcake. Every time with this one...

“Nice to meet you Kale, and Jedi. I’m Yula.”

"Deputy Yula!" Zak called out over his shoulder, 'correcting' her. "Nobody panic, I'm a sheriff."

He seemed oblivious to the old man's powerful aura. Swaggering back and forth across the camp he did his best to project an air of confident authority. It hadn't yet occurred to him to come up with an actual plan but now that everyone knew he was in charge things were starting to feel normal again. The more he thought about it, the more he realized this place was kind of nice. Maybe they didn't need to get rescued right away.

Another roar, this one much closer changed his mind.

"Small talk later!" he waved his arms frantically, "We've got company!"

That was a big lion.

[member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Kale Seleare"]​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland took the kit and inspected, helping the lad take a seat. "Aye, you've a concussion clear enough. Nasty looking head wound too. Small sips of water now. Too much and you'll be sicker than you might already feel." Old hands took out the bandages, tearing away the opening on an antispetic. "This will sting quite a bit, but don't move." He wiped it across the wound, clearing away any blood and starting to disinfect it, before crisply wrapping the bandages to stem the bleeding. "That will do for now. Recommend rest and a cup of mint tea when I can get a chance to brew some up for you."

A roar echoed behind him and he turned to look. "That will be problematic." He gestured to the others. "We need some sort of shelter! Yula, Zak, Kale, nice to meet you all. I am Jedi Master Tiland Kortun."

He considered for a moment before calling to Zak. "Does it look very hungry or only mildly hungry?"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objectice 1: Refugees
Allies: ORC
Location: Pamarthe

Heart attacks, a nightmare for any trauma center. Doesn't matter if it's because of a coronary hemorrage or a blood clot, while the cure isn't the same, the symptoms are. She could be made to feel the distress of the patient, and piecing back the coronary arteries of the patient was necessary for blood flow restoration. Which, in turn, needed tight surveillance afterward for a few days, maybe a week or two. In the meantime, other patients were being placed in other wards, under the care of the medical droids for the more delicate operations, alongside organic caretakers. Sure, once the cause was addressed she could use the Force to gently nudge the blood back into the problematic area, and later on to grow back the necrosed heart muscle tissue once blood flow has been restored.

 

[Kaleleon]

As the kit was taken from my hand, I reached for the bottle. Taking small sips of the water. Grainy and having a texture upon my tongue that was reminiscence of lake water. I didn't care about the texture. I was just glad I got something in my system. The older Jedi who I came to know as Tiland, a Master within the force, as well as Zak and Yula. Interesting people. While the younger individuals I couldn't tell if they were just buddies, or mentor and student. They were... young for a mentor in my mind. However, I could be wrong.

Tilland came to bring a stinging pain to my forehead. That reminding me of disinfectant. I clenched my eyes to prevent any from entering my eyes in case there were some spillage, and had a harsh intake of breath from the pain. After the wrapping of my head was done, I turned around from the hands of the caring man where a roar came from.

One that only seemed to intensify the pounding in my head. I didn't realize it until I was already done moving, but I had stood up and gripped my saber. Holding it aloft but not on with my right hand. As much as I really did not feel like facing down whatever creature this was, if I had to survive, I would give every ounce I could. Even if I had to fight through the pain of my head banging louder than any drum I had heard, and the light piercing through my eyes and into my soul.

"Don't make sudden movements. It's only checking us out. We are foreign to it."

Where in the hell did this knowledge come from? When you live on a farm, you deal with vermin, cats, and wolves even attempting to eat your livestock. Sometimes, scaring it away was all you had to do. Other times, it was a fight for food. It was all about who had the will to survive, and eat. Which you had to come out on top of.

"Even if it was hungry, it wouldn't announce it's presence if it could. With a number of us, its likely trying to scare us away, or figure out what we are."

Hell, I had no clue what this was. Nor it's intention. But learning that creatures who hunted, were either alone, or in packs. Turning around, I slowly scanned the area around us.

"Uh Zak right? Keep an eye behind us in case they happen to be using pack tactics. Yula, keep an eye for the treeline. If anything moves call out."

Don't ask me why I was calling shots, I just did. Considering I would rather come out of this alive, I would do everything to meet that end.

[member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member="Yula Perl"],

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland let himself relax and watched the beast carefully. He set the staff carefully on his shoulder and held his breath. Plants, he was good with. He understood him and they spoke to him in a way. Animals, not so much, beyond that of their presence in the Force. This one, he sensed, was a great big beast and it was not happy to see them. But then, he didn't need the Force to get a sense of that. Even his Anzati instincts were saying that was a threatening predator. And Anzati had very few predators.

"Do you think the ship wreckage could be a good shelter from the creature?" He asked, voice curious. "I must admit to knowing very little about creatures and animals. Do they like tea?"

He doubted that would be that case, but it was always worth a try. It worked for most sentients as well.

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula made it a point to completely ignore Zak’s display of physical fitness. That, or spontaneous pushup competitions cropped up so often that she’d learned to tune them out.

“Nobody cares.” She offered a laconic reply to Zak’s correction, somewhat nettled by his insistence of calling her by her title. If it were up to him, which it sort of was, she’d never get that sheriff badge. Oh well.

Fortunately the Jedi appeared to be trained in first aid, and their patient was feeling better. Well enough to dole out orders on any account, which made her wonder how Sheriff Amroth would take to not being in charge. Tiland seemed positively calm, fitting for the distinguished looking Jedi.

Yula couldn’t claim any skill with animals either. She’d once been chased off of a cliff by a wild board, never mind a lion. She remained stiff, watching the beast with increasing discomfort. “I think they prefer meat.” Tea sounded good right now. Tea spiked with plenty of sedatives.

The approaching lion let out another yowl before charging towards the sentients on the beach.

“Zak, look out!” Yula sprung into action, flinging herself at her mentor and tackling him to the ground. Would it help? Probably not, but he needed to be taken down a peg or two.

[member="Tiland Kortun"] - [member="Kale Seleare"] - [member="Zak Amroth"]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

The sky was alight with ships and what she could tell was fire. She knew how a ship looked when it was on fire, and she didn’t need the Force to say that the lower ships were in dire straits, the ones closer to the atmosphere. She shook her head. The Jedi and Judges were calling out in the Force, whether they meant to or not, she couldn’t tell. But what she could tell were that some ships were coming down.

Not good at all.

She almost lost her footing, especially when she felt her father, it just shook her a bit. The other emotions, that made her grip the line tighter. The boat was leaning back down as the others were looking up to the sky. The captain of the sailing vessel was the first to call for everyone to right the boat. And when she heard that, she was jumping into action. Something was wrong.

As the vessel turned into the wind, losing its speed, she saw the other boats doing the same.

Eyes to the sky, she stepped across the deck to the captain.

“We’ve got incoming. Several vessels entering atmosphere…” She said, as she was watching. Corellians and Pamarthe all had a connection to ships, sailing and spacefaring, ad the captain nodded. “New course, we have ships heading for the Outer Islands, we’re going there. Signal the other boats to join us.” The captain ordered as Kaia moved to take her position again, helping to reorganize the lines.

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste came down the ramp and moved to greet Coren. A small blush touched her face as he kissed her cheek, and she offered a warm smile in return. Behind her, members of the Silver Circle were already unloading medical supplies. The Silvers might be a rare sight in these parts, but they were always ready to help.

“Anytime,” she said, fixing him in an affectionate glance.

If these coalition soldiers were anything like Coren, she guessed that they'd be back on their feet quickly. There were a number of wounded already in the hospital beds that lined the camp, but she turned her healer's eye to Coren first.

“Are you hurt?” Celeste asked, figuring it would be the polite thing to do. Otherwise, she would have jumped into full healer mode and done a scan of him herself.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Zak Amroth]

This was getting out of control. A ravenous alien creature was one thing, but [member="Tiland Kortun"] and [member="Kale Seleare"] were both comfortably giving orders and that was simply unacceptable. Hadn't they heard him when he said he was a sheriff? He supposed he couldn't expect too much from these backwater yokels but Zak's tenuous grip on command of the situation was something that would certainly have to be rectified. So he did what the kiffar always did when events spiraled out of his control. He pretended everything was fine and behaved as if he were in charge anyway.

"Stand back everyone!" he shouted loudly, ignoring both Kale's recommendations to keep quiet and watch out for their flank. He waved his arms emphatically to drive home the point that he was confidently taking lead.

"Do you think the ship wreckage could be a good shelter from the creature?" the old man asked.

"An excellent idea, citizen," Zak's hands were balled into fists and he placed them on each hip in an imperious posture, "Quick thinking for your age! Take refuge while us professionals handle-"

“Zak, look out!”

"Huh?" he turned just in time to collide with a careening zeltron, "Oof!"

She knocked him to the ground, and they both narrowly avoided the lion's charging leap. Deadly paws missed their flank by a hair's breadth and then they were tumbling down the sand dune. Both judges landed in a heap, Zak buried underneath his apprentice's tangled form. His bare upper torso was covered in sweat from the Pamarthan island's oppressive climate. The sherrif continued to flail at [member="Yula Perl"] long after they came to a halt.

"The zeltron's turned on us!" Zak yelled back up the hill, his eyes wide with panic, "Curse your inevitable betrayal!"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 1: Refugees
Allies: ORC
Location: Pamarthe

"I'm concerned about inventory: I would like to check whether there are sufficient reserves to cure all the patients we can actually cure"

Poodoo. These incessant patients coming in gave a logistical headache so saving whoever could, in fact, be saved. Yes, she is well aware of that aspect for as long as there has been a Therapy Command at all. Even with increased use of the Force-healers on hand, she knew that there was only so much Force-healers could actually do before they, too, fall prey to stress and overwork. The other question in her mind was: how to organize the work schedule so that there would be the greatest probability of having at least one Force-healer on hand at all times, while giving them some room to deal with the variety of sicknesses and other traumas that came their way, knowing that no two patients were 100% identical in treatment times. But, with the heart-attack patient on the mend, the patient was put in the ward for recovery and post-op testing.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar grumbled to himself as he stared out at the open sea. He had never particularly cared for the ocean nor what lie below it, his focus mostly on whatever task was assigned to him. His most recent task had brought him to Pamarthe to find a young woman of notable descent. Though the details regarding his mission left him conflicted, as they often did. The halfbreed's work as the Emperor's Wrath often had him questioning himself and why he put himself through what he did. Sure, Vaulkhar sought to make his father proud and ensure the safety of the empire. That desire to bring peace to the galaxy through the empire's control usually kept him at peace with himself, but things were changing. Rogue sith, jedi masters, and negligent politicians had always been fair game to the young sith. However, his most recent string of missions brought a sickening feeling on. There was no honor in killing the weak and defenseless, yet here he was, preparing to murder a young woman who could not hope to be prepared.

"Unfortunate," Vaulkhar sighed and looked out at the glistening waves once more.

"You say something, pal?" one of the few deckhands paused beside Vaulkhar. "Something the matter?"

As if on queue, unfamiliar ships came out of hyperspace above the planet. Most were damaged and limping along, some even accosted by flames licking at their hulls. The small crew looked up as radio chatter reached the ship. It was the order to meet the other ships at the Outer Islands that brought a hint of a smile to the sith's face. Just as quickly as the smile appeared, it disappeared, replaced by his traditional stoic visage. He maintained said visage as the craft sped across the water's surface, propelled by the winds behind it as well as the Sith Lord's own force imbued touch. It did not take long for the ship to skip past Kaia's own vessel. With a deep breath, he pulled the force around him until it settled on him like a blanket. He leaped out and across the water's surface, landing silently aboard the ship.

The snap-hiss of a lightsaber could be heard across the ship as a vermilion glow surged to life. One member of the crew was sent over the edge by a powerful blast of telekinetic energy as Vaulkhar cleared his throat.

"I am looking for a young woman, a jedi for that matter. Bring her forward and you all will live. Resist and, well..." Vaulkhar's eyes burned the color of molten metal as he eyed the crew. "I will take action."

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The life of a warrior was something he didn’t really want others to have to deal with. All the same, the galaxy needed people like him. He wouldn’t send others to do it, but if some came to him, looking to step into the role he had? He would assist them. Kissing the Healer’s cheek was more ‘thank you for coming’ and ‘thankfully I’m still here’. The Sith were up to something big. That didn’t matter here.

“Me? No…” He grinned and held up the amulet she had gifted to him earlier. “Seems I’ve always had a guardian watching out for me.” Watching her he nodded.

“We’ve got a few who were in a bad spot. I was heading there, may need your skills.” Starchaser was not the type of man to send others ahead of himself, but sometimes he couldn’t always predict where the fighting was going to be the toughest.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

The woman was definitely helping the boat as best she could. It might just be through the sail, but she still was doing what she could. Being planetside did seem to rob a lot of her skills in the Force. But there were still people who needed to help. The Warden of the Sky knew she had to help, and was mentally going through her medipac in her head. The boat would have a larger one, for more people. But hopefully she could use what she finds to keep people in good health.

Military wounds would not be solved by recreation medpacks, but what she was hoping for was to at least stabilizing people, and do what they could to rouse the Coalition fleet. She always had her commlink that would call down friendlies to her, but right now? She was more concerned with getting there.

And there, as she was looking, she could feel the darkness.

Then she heard it, the tell-tale sound, a lightsaber. She heard the call of the need for a Jedi.

“Captain, keep moving.” The woman, definitely not combat ready, but she had her lightsaber not far, a quick grasp with the Force and the blade was all but summoned to her hand. Her free hand was grabbing the rigging.

Her weapon wasn’t ignited as she stared over at the new enemy. Just wanted a day of sailing, but the war finds me.

Not something she was ever hopeful for. “You can end your search, Sith.”

[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar watched her approach, silence and stoicism masking whatever it was he thought of the woman. She carried herself with a sense of calm and confidence that left the Sith Lord searching for more, Kaia would notice his eyes quickly scanning her form before eventually settling on her gaze. His lightsaber deactivated as he took a few more steps onto the deck away from the edge. It was apparent he had no interest in standing so close to the edge, given his the current circumstance. He twirled the lightsaber hilt in his right hand while his attention slipped from her and moved to the distant islands, slowly growing closer.

"I often wonder why it is I'm sent to do this sort of work," Vaulkhar turned back to her, his long black hair whipping slightly from the wind. "I regret to inform you the Emperor has tasked me with taking your life. I half expected the famed Coren Starchaser himself," his form appeared measured and unmoving, even with the sea beneath them. "Yet, a Jedi Knight is what stands before me. A pity," once more his lightsaber surged forth, bathing the surrounding area in its vermilion glow. "What is your name, jedi?" he began slowly circling to his left to set a proper rhythm to their confrontation. Beyond that, Vaulkhar showed no outward signs of attack, his attention momentarily on the woman before him.

A phrik breastplate hung around his torso, though no other arms or armor decorated his form. A relatively strange mask appeared tied to his belt as well. It had an abnormal design, perhaps something akin to a demon or spirit.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]​

 

[Celeste Rigel]

A soft smile found Celeste when she saw the glint of the healing amulet. “Good,” She murmured, glad to see that he was wearing it. Their reunion would be quite short, there was work to be done. But seeing Coren in person was enough to put her mind at ease.

“Lead the way,” she said, returning his nod with one of her own.

When they reached the treatment area, Celeste gave Coren’s arm a quick squeeze as she moved to the side of an injured Coalition member. The man had suffered some blaster wounds, his current state quite grave. Rolling up her sleeves, she sanitized her hands and began her assessment. “He is in a critical state,” She said aloud, already beginning to draw the force in around her.

The healer’s gentle aura began to grow, the tranquil energy working to calm her patient’s mind and ease his pain. She noted when the man’s expression relaxed somewhat, and she began to let the force flow. Even Coren’s amulet would respond slightly, renewed again now that it was near Celeste’s healing presence.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]