Caste Me Out As Common (CSA Dominion of Umbara)

[Macharius Solaire]

Objective: 3​

Location: Umbaran Capital​

Post Count: 6​

Plan Bravo was in full effect. The Denonian forces lined along the edge on the forest for a dozen kilometers. More troops were fortifying the front lines. The Umbarans were mostly suppressed from the few smattering of fire he could hear. Reserve troops were also staging behind them about a click back. Mach wasn't about to commit to an open assault where the enemy would have a major advantage on the defense. Far behind the front lines those support troops had been enplacing themselves and stockpiling ammunition. Those Umbaran's weren't going to know what hit them.

Static hissed in his earpiece. "Commander Solaire were ready for support operations on your command. Over"

Macharius couldn't help but smirk. Even if no one could see it under his helmet. "Confirmed. Target 5500 3255 4477. Use standard creeping barrage timetables along the whole front. Fire for effect."

 

[Gray Raxis]

Objective 2​

Family: [member="Beth Australis"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"]​

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Not long after Gray had spoken to the crowd, Brad identified himself as the Crown Prince of Commenor and spoke his own peace. He had some good words to say, and while it seemed his oldest nephew was a little out of the loop he wasn't going to contradict him. That just wasn't good for things here and not something you did to family in public. He just gave his nephew a smile as he returned to their little family unit and gauged the mood of the crowd. It seemed the fact that the Crown Prince had shown up himself with a Mandalorian uncle was rather shocking. Some thought they were being conned, others figured it was just an act to entertain everyone, and the rest were unsure what to believe. However despite all of this, there was a growing sense of hope in these people.

Gray said in that projected voice, " I'm sure some of you don't believe my nephew here. Why would a Prince show up to the lower caste for any reason? Well it is because he is stupid, same as me. The smart thing to do would be to send others and stay safe at home. That is what your upper caste does after all. But it is better to be stupid than it is to be smart. It is better to hope for something better than to know how bad things are. Hope is a strange thing that brings about change. Change for more. Change for the better. That Hope is why my nephew and the Commenor Systems Alliance is here. They do not wage war. When was the last time you heard of Commenor ever being on the march?"

Gray chuckled a bit as he paused. The people were suspicious still but listening. " Never. We Mandalorians do all the time, but that is to provide for our own and protect those we are about. It is not about expansion or control. It is about something more. Something we are both here to bring to you. Cin Vhetin. In Mando'a that means fresh snow. It is the promise of a clean slate, of a new beginning. No matter what has happened in your past or what you have done, it is all wiped away. Commenor and Mandalore are both offering this to you right now. You are free to stay here where you were born and raised in the lower caste living how you have always lived. There is no shame in that either. You are Umbaran and should be proud of that. But you have options if this life does not satisfy you any longer. Commenor offers you a peaceful place where you will be able to learn a trade and earn a real living. Mandalore offers you a place where everyone is on equal footing with each other and is willing to fight for what is important to us. Neither option is better than the other. All that matters is which option is best for you."

With that Gray left them to mutter and discuss amongst themselves. Supplies and aid were finding their way deeper and deeper into the lower caste from the Commenori people. They heard what they needed to hear and it was time for them to make their own choice, perhaps for the first time in their lives. Gray just walked over to Brad and said to him in a low voice so only his nephew could hear him, " The Silvers are bloodier than you realize. They allowed pirates to steal their military assets, kill their people, and then pretend to be them in Mandalorian space. Then after they kidnapped my daughter Yasha and her friend Cassi, they fled back into Silver space pretending to be refugees when it was very clear they were not. The Silvers did nothing to stop the pirates and after we told them what was happening and why we were in their territory with no intention to engage them unless they engaged us first, they jumped a fleet into the middle of ours and started a fight. A fight that delayed us getting to Yasha and leading to Adara being born prematurely due to traumatic stress. The Silvers have done nothing to make any of it right either and just sit back playing their game of politics." With that Gray was done. He did not like the Silvers at all for what they had done to not just his people but his family. They could call themselves Jedi for the rest of time but to Gray they were no better than the Sith they fled from and had abandoned countless systems to be dominated by.

 

[Livia Maddox]

Opposition Command - Objective: 3 (Military Engagement)

“Shields!” Commander Pik’s eyes rocketed to the klaxon alerts emblazoning on the banks of holo projected screens. The cannon fire thundered into the base from above, hitting the ground above the bunker with a firm and suppressive effect.

“Good beefy jahoolies!” A minor militia man yelped, ducking under his workstation.

“Stations! Stations, they have to hit us harder than that!” Pik yelled, over the klaxons and the din. That happened to be the exact moment the Mandalorians opened fire with 120mm shells at a rate of 100 per second.

“By the knackered knives of korboroth! RESERVE SHIELDS!! Fire on that ship! Fire at it! Glorp and gumbo’s, fire at the cannons!!” Commander Pik flailed wildly at the screen, before a pile of dust began to trickle down from the ceiling. He stopped flailing and looked up.

“Backup internal stabilizers online?” Pik gulped. Why was Gora’s best idea the enraging of a bunch of Commenori, before he’d taken control of the government? What was Gora doing, where was that blasted neurotoxin droid?

“Yes, sir.” The Militia Man said, unaware of the two torpedoes, which stung into the ground. At [member="Kaine Australis"] and Vevod’s entry point, a squad of Umbarans lied in wait, to diffuse the seemingly dud torpedoes, and investigate the shoddy Mandalorian technology.

“Dash, Skat. These bucket heads can’t kill a disgraced General, can’t even shoot us right. Do we even want to reverse engineer this? Sully m’hands.” Gunny griped, flicking his scanner on, and taking a peek at the ‘failed’ machines.

[member="Macharius Solaire"] ’s troops and tanks came under peppers of light fire. Meant more to contain the Denonian forces into one distinct area inside a valley to the west of their position, members of Commander Pik’s militia continued in their attempt to ‘kettle’ the Devonians.

The valley was a kill zone.

Roads burst from subterranean charges, as hastily laid mines exploded without the Umbarans having to open as much as a single cannon’s worth of fire.

One of the Umbaran star fighter squadrons broke free of their Mandalorian dog fighting entanglement and made for a squad of stragglers too far east. They would push Solaire's forces, or those forces would be no more. Yet, the plan wasn't working. Solaire had too many outflanking positions to throw down. The Umbarans were slowly beginning to realize this would be no easy victory...

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... especially as their leader, Minister Gora, had stopped talking.

 

[Livia Maddox]

Opposition Command - Objective 1 & 3: (Diplomatic Engagement)

Tom’s beskar’gam saved him from immediate and painful death. Pity the same could not be said for the neurotoxin, which vented from the droid into the atmosphere and air ducts. It dissipated at a rate to make the members inside the council chambers go numb in the lips and lower face, for their skin to tingle. The droid chittered and clicked as it was shut down, crumbling into component pieces and bubbling away in a pustule of acid, the data chips the droid was carrying beginning to melt before [member="Tom Taff"]’s eyes.

Useful intel, proof of duplicity, and blackmail backups frothed into nonexistence… if only the man had refrained from shutting down the droid….

The holoprojector shook and jittered, before a brief message played in miniature for Tom’s eyes.

Kulfik stood with his hand raised across the opposite shoulder. A lowly dressed woman sprawled on the ground, clutching her dress hem down past her knees.

‘Get up you invalid. I should gut you for attempting to enrich yourself as your betters.’

‘If you did, the acid of my blood would bathe you in contempt, Minister Kulfik.”

“…. how do you know my name?”

“I’ve always known it. I know you, Kulfik. I know what you’ve done, and I know who the real mother of your son i-“ the woman on the holoprojection was struck hard across the cheek, kicked with a solid boot. Kulfik neither halted, nor did he make a sound until another Umbaran ran into the scene.

Gerik. Kulfik grimaced, “Take out the garbage, Gerik. I know you, you are Gora’s man. Ensure her body is never found.”

Gerik knelt before Ama, reaching out with a wincing hand. “Do not fear me, little owl… he’s hurt you terribly. Let me help you.”

Ama tried to rise, and splayed down on the ground. Gerik scooped her up, “I fear nothing but a false man’s crown.”

“Kulfik’s son, eh?”

“His son is my nephew, stranger… he hid my sister… where is she? I want my sister…” Ama passed out, and the scene petered out…

… the holoprojector let loose an invisible gas, which would sting the eye and clog the throat of any within range… it acted as a beacon for the rebellion, attempting to meet its’ host.

Goran coughed. He coughed again, attempting to cover it on the back of his hand. Why hadn’t that blasted neurotoxin taken the others out by now!?

Then it hit him.

The Mandalorian.

His armour contained filters against the foreign substance. Gora grit his teeth and attempted to rise… to no avail. His lips stung, nose numb. He coughed.

“You think your deal will net you anything worth having?” The High Minister gloated to Haaku.

“We accept!” Juva Kull slapped the table, taking a stand against the others in the room. “Yes, take them away from this place, we have too many. Give them homes and lives, and we will follow your alliance’s mandate.”

“Kull!”

“It’s a fair deal! We rid ourselves of our overpopulation, and they receive our allegiance and technology…” Juva glanced down at her comm and grinned, putting it atop the table, and thumbing it as a series of dashes, dots and lines filtered into the air above it. The Umbarans gasped.

“Have you figured out why Gora doesn’t want to rid the lowers? His militia grunts are all harvested from their ranks. Conscripted! He killed Kulfik! He’s behind the troops who are even no countering Commenori and Mandalorians! It’s his brother, Pik!”

Gora grumbled and yanked a blaster from under the table, pointing it at [member="Lady Kay"]. “You’d give a fair deal to those undeserving riff raff? Then you’re worse than Kull and Kulfik. Give me one reason not to repaint the room a shade of pink and grey?”

[member="Rahn Haaku"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 3

Kay furrowed her brows as the neurotoxin began to affect her. The odd tingling sensation was something that she could ignore, but the numbness in her mouth and cheeks were not. She rolled her tongue in her mouth, massaging her cheeks and jaw with her hands while the Ministers quarrelled.

So that was it, was it? One uses the poor as their own personal pool of goons and slaves while the others are overwhelmed by them? This was an utter mess. It was no wonder that the planet of Umbara was suffering, as were it's people.

Gora then drew the pistol, holding it in position to have a good shot if his aim wasn't poor. Kay took half a step further, lowering her arms from her face and instead pointing one finger at the ceiling. When she spoke, her manner of speaking was a little off, due to the toxins. "I can gi'e you hundreds of reasons. Those shi's flying u' there are 'ine. I' you so 'uch as gi' me a 'ruise, your li'e will 'e o'er. I gi'e a 'air deal to all o' you. You will get richer too. Don't you see that? Now 'ut the 'laster down."

Spoiler

Translation: I can give you hundreds of reasons. Those ships flying up there are mine. If you so much as give me a bruise, your life will be over. I give a fair deal to all of you. You will get richer too. Don't you see that? Now put the blaster down."

[member="Livia Maddox"] [member="Rahn Haaku"]

 

[Livia Maddox]

Minister Gora paced backward from the table, nodding the other Ministers over toward [member="Lady Kay"] and her Commenori associate [member="Rahn Haaku"].

“Now you’ve gone and done it. You’ve disturbed my status quo. I like my status quo. It’s hard enough running a government on the sly, but having to do it with a bunch of bleeding mouth breathers telling all of us our working cattle ought to do more than work? Come on, even you have peasants, in your golden palaces and Commenori, what was it? Crimelessness? You know how this works, Queen. There are always uppers to go with lowers. There are always those more capable and better bred to handle the intricacies of war and state, if we left things to the plebians, we’d have an awful revolutionary mess!

Nobody wants a mess.” Gora’s hand shook as another volley of the Mandalorian cannons fired down upon his brother Pik’s forces further west and south of the Capital City.

Gora grit his teeth. His index finger massaged the trigger.

A gigantic gonging noise cracked upon his skull from behind. Juva Kull grunted, spittle pouring from the side of her mouth as she held onto the cracked water jug, which had been on the table. Goran slumped onto the wood, smacking his head on a chair on his way to the floor in a stupor.

“I ‘ope obody mmmmmmmindsth th… th… terd.” Juva grimaced, dropping the pitcher with a smash and massaging her cheeks. “Shthall we to ththh’ dining ‘oom?”

Spoiler

Translation: I hope nobody minds that the… unscrupulous character…. Shall we to the dining room?”

 

[Rahn Haaku]

In typical neimoidian fashion the moment it became dangerous Rahn hit the floor, hoping to escape the initial crises. In the ensuing chaos he attempted to inconspicuously crawl across the floor, all the while furiously pressing the panic button sown into the sleeve of his robe. Hopefully those idiots on his ship would see the signal and someone would come rescue him and the Queen. As the situation deteriorated further Rahn slid himself up against the wall as the Umbaran terrorist forced the ministers into a corner. He began to feel a numbness in his extremeties, this mixed with his anti-anxiety chems left him feeling almost comfortable.

As Gora was hit over the head there was a loud exclamation from the cabal of cowering politicians. "Hahaha! halk up 'nother rewounding win for aggwessive negoshiashuns." Barked Rahn from behind a curtain of ministers. Rahn took gleeful pleasure at the reversal of Goran's fortune. It had been poetic justice to interrupt his egotistical monologue and lay him low when he felt safe enough to grand stand. That Umbaran's hubris should be taken as a lesson.

As Rahn was helped up from the wall by an Umbaran official he swallowed another mood leveler. He was at this point willfully ignoring the sounds of explosions outside in order to keep his stress level down. He would rather be shot than suffer the indignity of his skin turning pink with fear, as was common in his species.

[member="Livia Maddox"]
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Objective Two: Summary above.​

Personal Effects: Click Here.​

Location: Umbara Commons.​

Post Count: Six.​

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"Huh? What happened...?" Caedyn frowned in uncertain interest as [member="Beth Australis"] made mention of a story that [member="Gray Raxis"] would ultimately elaborate on in his explanation to [member="Bradshaw Ku"]. Again, his experiences paled in comparison to theirs with regards to the Silver Jedi Order though it did lead him to wonder how his father had talked about the Jedi not living up to their reputation and soon wondered if this was what he had spoken about; he would have to ask his Mother later on. [member="Lady Kay"] was bound to have her share of opinions given her place in political affairs and their proximity to the Systems Alliance Territories.

"By the way...What you did was awesome, even if it did blow whatever cover we had going on".​

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His gaze returned to Beth as she commented on his intervening with two drunks who had previously been brawling in the street, a smile taking to his expression as he regarded her with gentle appreciation and muttered under his breath while the others were talking over them, "Thanks...-Guess I didn't really think though...-I just didn't want you to get hurt" he shrugged his shoulders feeling a little silly about having blown their cover. To be honest, he hadn't realized they had to hide who they were but the others seemed to think it had been a mistake on his part and so the guilt was there all the same.

Turning back to listen to Gray's story, Caedyn's head cocked back a little in surprise at his words. The Silver's had attacked the Mandalorians and really done all that? Again, @Asarra Vaashe had seemed nothing of the sort but now this made him want to get back in contact with her again for an insiders perspective. Everybody had stories and most were debatable but what his Uncle was saying sounded really bad...

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[member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Livia Maddox"] [member="Beth Australis"]​

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective one
The droid destroyed itself as Tom deactivated it. But it was the only way he could think of to stop it. That somewhat upset him that the droid and the files were all gone. It melted into a puddle. He watched the scene unfold on the device. It didn't mean much to him. He really couldn't keep a track of who was who some days. This was one of those days as it spilled out neurotoxin as well. The filters in his armour once again did their job. He was glad he had worn his beskar'gam.

Tom saw the neurotoxin affecting everyone else. He couldn't help but laugh as people slurred their words. He was still laughing even as the deal between [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Rahn Haaku"] and the umbrans was signed. The only reason no one heard him was because of how fair he was and his armour still filtering the air. Tom called his men in with medikits and sent some to filter the air back outside so the neurotoxin would disappear as they began removing the toxins from everyone's bodies using anti-toxin. They all had armour with filters as well.

Tom would then approach Lady Kay. "I am sorry most of the data we had was destroyed when I had to stop the droid spewing neurotoxins. Also there is a message on this but I would advise you to have some kind of filtration system on when you do. It also spewed neurotoxin at me. It shows something about some of the ministers here. I don't know all of their names so it didn't mean much to me. If it disappeared it has been recorded into my helmet." Tom would then wait for her to say something.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Objective: 3​

Location: Umbaran Capital​

Post Count: 7​

The artillery began. First as a line of drumbeats before turning to a maddening sound of constant, deafening, deadly explosions and shell launches. The first volley from all the guns threw nearly six tonnes of shells into the forest. Trees splintered apart as the shells burst on them. The ground shook all around. The air itself was crack after crack of thunder. Capital City would be able to hear the explosions. Feel the rumble. It kept going, for every lull there was another high as the guns picked up again. Firing was staggered as the crews couldn't keep timing. It didn't matter though. The shells didn't need to be fired together. They just needed to be fired enough. Those poor Umbaran's hiding in the trees and fog. The barrage kept up for six minutes of pure chaos on earth. All stopped firing. Adjusting their firing angle slightly higher to target the next one hundred meter zone according to the timetable. Another six minute bombardment ensued.

Macharius wished he could have held the commanding position so he could watch it. This was the warfare he loved. Twelve minutes of attack went by, eighteen minutes. All the forward Denonian troops were ready for an advance by now. HQ redeployed some of their rearward forces to expand the flanks and probe out to cover the central line. The enemy wouldn't be flanking them from the ground in a surprise fashion. Their air units though could, and did. They couldn't even hear them coming in over the barrage. The fighters strafed Army Group East. As the report came in about the attack on them Macharius scoffed. They were attacking troops who weren't even pressing to be a threat. They should have been going after the artillery deeper in the lines. The AA would be a threat to them their though. The Support units were only going to dig in more and make the zone untouchable. "Solaire to HQ. I need AA units up front we're getting strafed by fighters."

"Roger that Commander. We've already got units moving up. They'll be out of our sky in no time." HQ was reassuring the enemy air threat would be neutralized quickly enough. All the troops would be glad to hear that. If only Kaine's fighters could have come through for them earlier though they wouldn't have had this happen. That was a lesson learned the hard way this time.

[member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Livia Maddox"] [member="Beth Australis"]​

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 3


Kay had to keep her eyes trained on Gora during this standoff. She couldn't even glance [member="Rahn Haaku"] 's way while he crawled and cowered behind the others. There was a blaster trained on her. She tried to clench her jaw, but it was no use. Instead her jaw hung slightly open while Gora gave his speech. What he had said was absurd. But she had no time to dispute him, for a pitcher crashing onto his head had ended their conversation.

It was then that [member="Tom Taff"] had approached. She looked to him while he spoke, a small bit of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth, tracing a line down to her chin. "'ollow us." That video could be important. She gestured for him to follow as she in turn went to follow Minister Kull. Getting out of that council room and into fresher air could help them counter the neurotoxins. She spoke to the Minister while they headed to the dining room. "We need an antidote so that we can s'eak 'ro'erly and eat."

[member="Livia Maddox"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth, in all honesty, didn't care much for the rattling speeches that [member="Gray Raxis"] and [member="Bradshaw Ku"] were doing. It was interesting that they contradicted each other. In either case, the girl stood close to [member="Caedyn Arenais"] as he asked what happened. She was younger when it happened. She gave Caedyn a small smile, "It's kind of a long story... I can tell you about it later, though."

In truth, the girl didn't feel like going into the nitty and gritty about Barataria and it's consequences on her family, particularly with this much attention towards them. It was a painful experience, despite the joy that came from it. Plus, she wasn't exactly sure if it was something she should be telling a Prince of a different nation, after all. It wasn't exactly a secret, but it was an intense situation with serious ramifications. She ultimately felt like she could trust him, though.

Maybe when the time was right they could share their stories.

Beth almost met Caedyn's gaze again but was careful to make sure their gaze didn't lock like before. She didn't' want a mishap like earlier to happen again, after all. He didn't want her to get hurt? That was really sweet of him. She gave a quick smile towards him. What exactly should she say to that? "Thank you for not letting me get hurt. I mean, it's kind of a natural reaction I think. But like I said, it was awesome either way." Was that the right way to word it? She nearly sighed but was glad she held it back, her ears slowly pulled back. Although, she could have handled it herself.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Objective Two: Summary above.​

Personal Effects: Click Here.​

Location: Umbara Commons.​

Post Count: Seven.​

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"Thank you for not letting me get hurt. I mean, it's kind of a natural reaction I think. ​

But like I said, it was awesome either way".​

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Perhaps Caedyn misunderstood [member="Beth Australis"]' meaning though it sounded to his mind as though she passed his reaction off as a subconscious decision rather than a conscious and intended means of protecting her. Biting on the inside of his cheek momentarily in thought, he looked back to her as she finished saying how awesome it was, to which he smiled a little awkwardly in response.

The boy's interactions with the opposite sex was seriously lacking, having no experience with relationships and being the age that he was he'd really only found himself with the odd crush or two back in school on Commenor, nothing quite like this, at-least not with girls that he was actually talking to and taking on the Galaxy's problems alongside. To him, it seemed like quite a rush while to the outside world of Umbara it was probably typical for a teenager growing up and gaining more and more independence and maturity.

"It wasn't much, really..." Caedyn dismissed her being impressed with his actions, not really one to take credit for these sorts of things. Of course he hadn't wanted her to get hit, she was a girl and things were different with Beth. That wasn't to say that he'd have let any other girl get hit in the face, but Caedyn felt like he wanted to be there. It made sense in his mind and that's what mattered at the end of the day, especially when he didn't have to experience the embarrassment of trying to explain himself in that regard.

"The Je'daii Order's taught me a lot of cool stuff like that !".

[member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Livia Maddox"] [member="Beth Australis"]​

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Livia Maddox]

The Denonian’s pause before the forest caused the Umbaran Militia left in the area to pause. [member="Macharius Solaire"] saved his soldiers from a world of traps and guerrilla warfare, of which the Umbarans under Commander Pik prepared.

Captain Saw gritted his teeth, and flew past, attempting another line of fire along Solaire’s rear guard. “Knife and Garrotte Squadrons, break off, fire on the Denonians. Force them into the trees!”

The Umbaran star fighters swung wide, easier to attack the Denonians than fight the massive insurgence of Mandalorians. Yet, two Mandalorians squads of auto fighter droid broke off with them, their lithe turning radius and tight speed over-flanking the star fighters and firing cover fire on the Denonians.

“This is insane, Saw! We’re never going to beat off this assault. Commander Pik stopped answering his comms, there’s something wrong, we should retreat!” Captain Fang yelled over comms.

“No! We still have a chance!” Saw griped, doubling down and deking past his opponent, firing through one of the Mandalorian Autofighters.

Why, though.

Why wasn’t Commander Pik replying?

He was far more occupied with the hold out blaster he held propped over the top of the defence command table and armoured bulkhead, firing at the two Mandalorians, who somehow managed to bore-hole their way in.

“Were you born backwards!? What are you doing, firing on us like this!?” Commander Pik’s words were lost in the tumult, as [member="Kaine Australis"] and Vevut rushed the remaining Umbaran Militia men. Commander Pik barked orders, as force fields zoomed up between him and Australis.

He straightened his uniform, and stood up.

“You can tell your dismally bereft General to pack it in. I don’t take orders from winging little girls, who cry in battle… Or did you think the sounds of Barataria would fall on deaf ears? What could you possibly have as an advantage with a woman as your commander? She must give very good h—“ Another explosion rocked the ceiling, causing gravel to begin to fall. Officers manned posts, engineers worked on upping the emergency generators for the shields.

Commander Pik grinned. “Two little, insignificant tin coated Mandalorians. Bah. You’re a laughing stock. You and your puppy eyed General. I bet he has a collar around his throat property… of… her.”

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

The two older men had made their remarks to the crowds. Whether they cared or not would remain to be seen, but most seemed content to simply just move on with their day. It was a nice little dramatic situation, but they had their lives to attend to, after all. They had to keep themselves and their families fed, healthy, and safe. Well, at least as safe as it could be in such a slum as this. She hoped, whether the Silver Jedi ultimately received the planet or not, that these people would be helped. No one deserved to be treated like crap, especially children.

By this point, Beth had mostly ignored the other two men and was standing fairly close to [member="Caedyn Arenais"]. It was awesome and interesting that they found themselves here together helping those who were trapped. In truth, Beth was glad to see him and to get to talk to him. She always had a bit of a crush on him from their first encounter but wasn't ever sure how to approach it. She, like him it seemed, wasn't very well versed in dealing with the opposite gender - particularly someone she found that gave her butterflies like him.

Beth gave Caedyn a small, playful smile. "You'll have to show me some of the cool stuff sometimes! [member="Gray Raxis"] is teaching me about Force. I have a few things I'm good at. I think he's teaching me really well." Her mind flashbacked to that time he left her stranded in a forest. She could have added unconventional, too, but maybe that was part of all Force users training? Beth didn't really know the curriculum in the Je'daii Order or in other Jedi circles. She only knew from what Gray had taught her and what she had learned she could do herself. The girl's ears were perked again, and she fiddled with her necklace as she watched for his reaction.