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

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 1: Refugees
Allies: ORC
Location: Pamarthe

"There ought to be enough inventory to last until the next shipment of medical supplies comes in from Karideph"

"Good: I began to be worried that we wouldn't last for three days, which is about how long it takes for the shipment of medical supplies to come in"

And Kari medical workers, as well as food supplies also. Hopefully the Kari would be well-received among the Pantoran-heavy refugee population being served. However, she knows that everyone among the survivors will come to resent the Sith and even fight them if the ORC gives them the opportunity to. For the time being anyway, Cathul must realize that, even with Force-healers on hand, even with the best arrangements so that the medvac operation can have access to one at all times while making sure that arrangements are not interfering with each other, the next three days will be rough and will also make or break the entire operation as patients continue to trickle in from Pantora.

 

[Kaleleon]

Even as I clearly gave out directions, it seemed that this Zak really didn't care about what I had to say. Nor did he feel like we were legitimate people who may know something that he would not. Thanking us as "citizens" instead of taking our word for it. I looked over to the Older Jedi, Tiland, and just shook my head. If he wanted to be in charge, then why was he trying to prove himself by throwing his weight around, instead of you know, proving that he could actually be a leader. A "Sheriff" that was supposed to be able to lead deputies into whatever was before them. Instead, he seemed to still have a foot firmly planted in kiddy-land.

As the lion seemingly jumped and attacked them because he was being so boisterous. Yula being smart enough to knock the man down so the lion missed the charge, He then screamed about betrayal. I didn't care about Zak to be honest. All I wanted was to make sure we were safe. My concentrated breathing kicked in without a second thought. Closing the distance and tackling the Lion to the ground. Landing on its back.

A snap his activated as the bright blue blade shot down through the creatures chest and into the ground below. Still trying to roll around, it rolled both of us onto our sides as I held the saber in the creature. Waiting for it to die. As much as I hated to do this, I felt a twinge of anger.

Once it stopped moving, I stood up. My head continuing to bang harder and harder in on itself. Looking over to the two as they were on the ground messing about with whatever they do.

"I hope you are happy I had to kill a creature because you were being a loud mouth. Start acting like a Sheriff not a child."

I doubt anything I said was really going to make the situation better, but my blood was hot. I hated killing. Even if it was for food. I did so as quickly and painlessly as possible. It was the "natural order" but there was no reason to make the creature suffer. If I had my rifle, then I would have been able to easily do so. However, I had to use a saber and wait for it to die.

Turning the saber off, I clipped it back to my belt and walked back over to the Jedi Master. Hoping to grab the medical kit from him so I wouldn't lose that. Unlike my temper.

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

 

[Coren Starchaser]

It was nice to have Celeste here. As Coren was seeming to evolve into his role as one of the leader of the Jedi, he was almost mellowing out. It meant he was more the leader than he ever had been, but the ability to revitalize and revive his own men and women, that was still beyond him. Celeste though, she definitely had a mastery of that aspect of… well, everything in the Force. As the pair continued on, he was feeling the pain in the Force.

The fight had not gone in their favor, but he had a new approach. Strike and fade. The Coalition, the Underground, they had a way of doing things that was decidedly not the way of the Alliance. Maybe it was time to get back to the basics. To keep the fight up, but not make the sacrifice play. There were ways to accomplish this that he had to revisit.

Looking to where she had approached, the man in critical, Coren moved quickly to the soldier’s side. He knew that she could work some miracles, feeling the Force hit the amulet, he approached the bedside. “You doing alright soldier? Seemed like you put up a hell of a fight!” He said, with a smile as he looked at Celeste.

Everyone had.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She was a Warden, and part of that meant being a defender of the galaxy, of those on the hyperspace trails. But today? It seemed the Force had a different idea for her. A Sith on one of the other boats, how did it know that she was going to be here? How’d the Sith get her trail? Didn’t matter, they were here now and she’d have to deal with it. She could, she had before. But she wasn’t in space, that was her main complaint. Watching the Sith, she saw his attention turn.

“Oh, nice to know the Emperor cares so much as to take the Warden down.” She shook her head. Her father really was going to be the death of her, huh? “All it takes is one to stop you, Sith.” She called over. “Does it matter? You have your Starchaser.” She was hoping it sounded as brave as she wanted it to. She would have to keep the Sith entertained.

Until the Coalition could help, or she was bested. It was called delaying.

[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

"Can't say for certain if its you or your father the Emperor is looking to break, Jedi," Vaulkhar gently pressed his thumb into the lightsaber hilt and prodded it weakly. He took a step towards Kaia before raising the weapon before him. "You aren't the first to make this claim. Many have stood before me during my work, very few have walked away," he stopped a few feet before her as his lightsaber slowly dropped to his side. "Just know I take no enjoyment in this, but the emperor's work must be done," it was a suitable enough warning, especially for a Jedi.

With the pleasantries out of the way, Vaulkhar called to the force. His grip on the metaphysical energy was like iron, his will overpowering the energy around them. The ship suddenly grew cold as all warmth was sucked away by the Sith Lord. Even the color appeared to dull as he prepared himself. The force fell over him like a protective blanket, enshrouding him in its familiar grasp. He lurched forward and cleared the remaining few feet in the blink of an eye.

It was not by the force he was propelled forward, but instead skill. A series of swift thrusts were launched at the woman, one right after another. To the trained eye, it was a practiced maneuver of his own design. He sought to test her defenses while keeping her at arms length, maintaining his advantage of reach. Kaia would likely feel the power of the dark side drifting up from the assassin's saber as well, denoting a powerful connection to the force in both body and weapon.

"If I deliver your corpse to your father, do you think he'd find it in himself to fight me there?" Vaulkhar's musings were delivered with a stoic expression. It was odd considering what he asked. "Or do you think the great Coren Starchaser will deem taking care of you a more pressing matter?"

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]​

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 1: Refugees
Allies: ORC
Location: Pamarthe

For the next three standard days, Therapy Command worked tirelessly until relief came under the form of Kari medical personnel; it appears that the escort assigned to the relief convoy was limited, especially in the light of this scale of refuge. But shortly before they arrived, the supplies were running lower and lower with every new curable patient they could take in, with every new patient that needed to be fed to ensure their recovery. However, the most urgent cases were already behind them by now, especially with how medvac tended to operate. A clearly-tired Cathul, who only slept about 3 hours per day or so for these three days, may be tempted to drink more caf at this point, but she knew that she had to pay attention to her energy levels, severely depleted by now. But such was the life of a medvac worker in such large-scale operations. It was then that the Kari started to take the surplus patients from other ships, especially those who could be safely be moved around from a ship to another.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

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

Tiland stared in dismay at the rambunctious sherrif. Was this what passed for law enforcement, and then stepped backwards towards the wreckage as the lion jumped at them. Fortunately, Kale moved in and wrestled the beast to the ground, piercing it through with his lightsaber. The old Jedi raised an eyebrow as the man started to yell. Tiland understood. No Jedi appreciate killing, especially not an innocent creature afraid of their own presence.

As Kale stormed over, Tiland handed the medkit over and adjusted his satchel, giving the youth a sad smile and pat on the shoulder. "You did the best you could in the circumstance."

He knelt and closed the eyes of the massive creature before murmuring a soft blessing in the Force and stood, brushing the sand off his knees. "Right then. Let's get some communications up and running. Anyone have a working comlink?"

 

[Yula Perl]

While she and Zak tumbled down the hill, Kale had jumped into action and removed the threat, albeit regrettably. Yula hadn’t been knocked unconscious by the fall, but her injuries from Pantora and the crash had accumulated steadily. She lay motionless atop Sheriff Amroth for a few moments while the world was spinning, trying to get her bearings.

When she finally managed to right herself, she found that her face had been pressed to Zak’s bare, sweaty torso. “I just saved your life!” She shot back, desperately wiping the gross sweat from her face while rolling off of him. “That makes us even.” He’d somehow pulled her from the wreck, that much she remembered. A Perl always pays her debts.

The next thing she heard was one of the Jedi snapping at Zak for attracting the creature’s ire. “Hey, Zak may be an idiot but he’s my idiot.” Oddly enough, the Kiffar could be really smart when he wanted to be. Nevermind that nobody save for her had called him an idiot.

The Pamarthen heat, the danger, the wreck—it was adding up to something fierce. No wonder their blood was boiling already, even the Jedi. Speaking of, the elder Jedi had suggested they try to get their communications up and running. She nodded blearily in acknowledgement and picked her way through the debris of the crash site. “I’ll get something up.” Yula tooled away at the half-smashed console that was once in the cockpit, squinting irately under the blinding sun. Finally, she managed to patch a distress signal through the Coalition frequency.

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

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She was not a fighter, never claimed to be. She was a Jedi, a defender of those who were downtrodded, those who were overrun. She claimed that ancient religion as her own. Her job was a Warden, but her upbringing? She was a Starchaser. She was Corellian and Mirialan.

She was Jedi

No Sith would strike fear, no more fear than the unknown of the Rim. The Sith were but one threat to the galaxy, and while it was her father’s work to fight the Sith, to push them back to their corner of the galaxy? It meant she was trained. She was taught how to fight. The youngest Starchaser was not much of a fighter, but she would hold her own.

She had to.

Another turn and nod to the captain and she could feel the vessel under her feet moving. Her violet blade ignited and met the Sith. She moved to defend, but not to press the attack. She was used to fighting to stop pirates, this was something else. She could feel the dark side in the other being and she was pushing back against it with the Light. “You won’t have the chance, Sith.” She pushed against the Sith with a powerful blast of the Force, hoping to knock them off balance.


[member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[Zak Amroth]

"Saved my life?" Zak sputtered in shock and annoyance, "That beast was about to maul you before I stepped up and distracted it!"

He couldn't believe this. After everything that he had done for her, and [member="Yula Perl"] thought they were even? In the process of rolling off his chest the zeltron elbowed him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Zak groaned and rolled around in the sand. At least he was pretty sure she wasn't trying to kill him after all. He reasoned to himself that the lion must have frightened her into his arms. A perfectly logical reaction. He was obviously the best suited to face down the predator, even if his deputy's untempered emotions had robbed him of the opportunity.

"I hope you are happy I had to kill a creature because you were being a loud mouth. Start acting like a Sheriff not a child."

"Adequate work, citizen!" he agreed cheerily. If he was aware that [member="Kale Seleare"] was ridiculing him, the Sheriff of Terminus showed no sign of it, "Quick thinking, taking advantage of my cunning ploy to sneak up on it while its guard was down."

Zak had not witnessed Kale's extraordinary display of martial prowess. He naturally assumed that the young man was simply incredibly lucky.

"Right then. Let's get some communications up and running. Anyone have a working comlink?"

"Communications are busted, unfortunately!" he answered [member="Tiland Kortun"]. The kiffar raised his voice much louder than was necessary for the benefit of the old man, "First thing I looked at after we crashed!"

“I’ll get something up.”

"I like the positive thinking deputy," Amroth flashed his 'apprentice' a condescending smile, "But trust me. There's absolutely no chance whatsoever that you'll get any of this junk to broadcast a working sig-"

"....amarthe Base this is Rogue Two. I've found them. Repeat, I've found them."

To his credit, Zak's stunned silence only lasted for a brief moment before he whirled on the others with a flourish.

"Congratulations!" he announced proudly, "You've just been rescued! No need to thank me. All in a day's work for the Sheriff of Terminus."

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar's string of blows were each parried aside one at a time by the younger Jedi's defensive work. It was to be expected given his goal in the opening offensive, but lesser warriors had fallen to such simple strikes. He couldn't contain the surge of excitement that washed off of him. It clashed against her more stoic demeanor alongside his dark, spiteful aura. Akin to the woman before him, the Sith was raised beneath a powerful and skilled warrior. A dark side practitioner without peer, a warrior who's known victory more times than defeat. Darth Carnifex had shaped Vaulkhar from a young age to be more than a mindless killer. He raised his son to be an efficient killer who fought not with rage and hate, but a cool mind and array of practiced skill to rival even the greatest Jedi in the galaxy.

It was this skill that alerted Vaulkhar to the woman's tug and pull of the force. It was his instinct alone that brought his hand up with a powerful telekinetic wave of his own. As their power's clashed, it inevitably came to a head as the energy burst up and out, sending the Sith Lord sliding several feet back. His booted foot came up an pressed into the edge of the ship to keep him from falling overboard. Once his balance had been regained, he turned to face Kaia once more.

"Stalling, huh? Not a bad tactic when the planet is crawling with your pathetic allies," Vaulkhar's arm rose and reached out towards the woman. "But I'm not one for these petty games. Do not run from me, Starchaser!" he roared out his challenge as a fresh wave of raw, negative emotion raced outward. Through the force, the Sith Lord sought to take hold of the woman and slam her into the deck.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]​