Clear Air

[NightSister]

M I R I A L
Locale: Outside the Capitol Building
Time: 1341 Galactic Standard Hours

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So many had fled from the Capital, and she couldn't blame them. It had been a mess before. It was laughably more so now. For what the attacks had been the destruction was on a relatively small scale - but within that, the Capital was in utter disarray.

So many had fled to relocate, to wait out the attacks, because of the state of the area.

It was the same reason the Valkyries had stayed.

Aria tried to be careful about how much she invested in an Empire after she'd seen so many fall in its place, but skepticism didn't change that she was a fiercely loyal ally. Before the Silvers had hit the Capital she and the Valkyries had been helping take care of the Empire's restoration efforts, and she didn't intend to abandon that simply for the workload increasing (however drastically).

Kova had some funds to spare from recent operations. And for all the work the Valkyries did cutting enemies down on the battlefield, changing things up from time to time never hurt anybody.

Once they'd had time to recover from the initial force of the attacks, she'd sent out a transmission asking for the aid of the Valkyries - well, she supposed today they were Kova representatives rather than the warriors who killed and corrupted under the former title - at Mirial's capital. Relief supplies had been sent for already; today, they were establishing shelters for those who needed them.

Aria was not by any means a philanthropist. She hadn't been in a long time. But she would admit there was something refreshing about the abnormalcy of this venture.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Juliet Varos"]​

 

[Ari Zanareth]

[member="Aria Vale"]

Not all Sith were butchers. Some were angry animals, barely on their leash. Others were a balanced variety. Some felt pity for others. Some hated everything and raged against anything. But Ari was different sort. A cold calculating one, whom had shed her past life as an Antarian Ranger after her betrayal.

Aria called, and she was there.

The chance to gain a new ally and consolidate her position overall in the Empire was enticing. Friends were power here.

So she arrived, clad in her leather combat harness and plain OD Green Fatigues.

"Master Vale." She opened, dropping a curt bow.

"How may I assist you?"

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Contrary to what it may have seemed the last time she was on Mirial, Darth Avacyn did not merely live to fight. There was much more to do, and rebuilding was one of them. She had been there, looking to do that exact thing, when the Silver Jedi had attacked. Yet when things got worse she did not turn away, abandoning that which she had set out to do was simply now who she was. It did mean more had to be done, something that she did not mind. Besides, doing something new from time to time was never a bad thing. Her duties as Valkyrie had been fulfilled, and now that the opportunity was there the redhead and the other representatives of Kova had their own set of goals to attend to. First order of business: Relief.

Avacyn had only briefly left the planet to attend to more personal business, but with Aria's transmission she had quickly hopped back onto a ship and flown back. As she walked through the streets she was reminded of the destruction that the Silver Jedi had brought to the capitol, a thought that made her mentally shake her head in distaste. Was this who the Jedi were now? Warmongering hypocrites causing death and destruction under the guise of peace and justice? The redhead had realized their ideals were simply wrong a long time ago, their goals simply unreachable and a breeding pool of weakness, but back then they had been at least true to their beliefs. She couldn't say the same about the ones who had instigated the attack, an assault on a broken planet while the Sith were busy with bringing it back on its feet. That mattered little now, however. They were gone, and now the destruction they had caused had to be repaired.

"I returned as quickly as I could," the Sith Lady exclaimed as she approached [member="Aria Vale"] and another woman she had not met before. "Hopefully this time our restoration efforts won't be rudely interrupted." Turning her head towards the blonde woman she looked her over for a moment. "She's with you I assume, Aria? Darth Avacyn." A curt nod was sent her way before turning her attention back to her fellow Kova founder. "Shall we get going?"

[member="Ari Zanareth"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The young Echani had never been one for relief missions, instead preferring to relegate herself to combat missions where she could make her training sessions practical. But as she stood upon the ruins of the capitol building, the corpse of the armoured rancour that had caused all the trouble still trapped inside, she saw the ruination that the Silver Jedi had caused, corpses of local Mirialins and Sith troopers alike lying in the streets.

Her mind told her that she had stayed behind to assist in the effort as part of her new duties to the Sith Valkyries and in turn their subsidiary company Kova Apparel, even as the feeling of satisfaction in the decision eased her mind.

She travelled along to where the founders had met each other, brushing rubble out of the way with a swipe of her hand as she began to wonder what the best way to cook a rancour would be.

"I wonder if they will increase our pay with the work rate." The jest trying to ease the dreary mood as they were surrounded by the destruction, nearing the three women already gathered.

She bowed quickly as a sign of respect to the two Sith Lords in front of her, before raising again to meet their gaze.

"So what are the plans for relief, my Lady?" Even with her elated mood the Sith Acolyte kept her respectful tone towards the other Sith, asking the brunette who called the Valkyries together about the next steps.

Jorryn had known the general plan to set up a small relief zone for displaced locals, but the Echani wondered if there were any other aspects to relief the founder had wished for her to take care of. Her mind wandered to the rancour carcass still lying dead in the rubble of the capitol building it had brought down on itself, the beast itself being harder than the debris surrounding it to properly dispose of.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"]​

 

[Katarina Vox]

| [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] |​

The Valkries. She had heard whispers and rumors of this branch of the Order, dedicated to dispensing justice or enlightenment to the enemies of the Sith. When she heard they had been at Mirial and stayed behind in the wake of the conflicts there to re-build, she saw this as the perfect excuse to learn more about yet another shadowy sect of the Empire. And so she arrived on world with another transport full of Imperial relief workers. The sight that met Katarina was... well. It caught her breath in her throat for a brief moment. The devastation that the Jedi had brought to the capital was unlike anything she had seen before. Corpses littered the streets, with tangled limbs mixed with rubble strewn here and there. Soldiers and citizens alike had begun to set about the dire task of finding those who were "salvageable", but most were simply being dragged into rows so that that they could be identified and disposed of. The shock was not entirely from the sight, but at who's hand had delivered it. The Sith she would have expected this from... but the Jedi? This could not go unanswered. The ones responsible for this chaos would have to be held accountable - and she hoped to be the one to do it.

Silently she made her way through the ruined sectors of the city, following both the now-outdated holomaps she had seen prior to landing, and her senses. The Valkyries, and by extension the Sith's main command post was her destination.

 

[NightSister]

"If you jinx it, Kaal, I swear I'm quitting."

She exhaled through a grin, both hands tying her hair back as a crowd of Valkyries started to form. Perfect. After all, they had so much to do and they were on a regrettably tight schedule to get it done.

"Alright, girls." Clearing her throat, she addressed the group at large, voice level and unraised but somehow unmissable. "We've got relief supplies being sent in, but first we're building shelters. Clear up debris, round up anyone who needs our help, the shelters are boxed over there, it'll take 'least two of you to set them up. Nothing exciting, but it's our job. These people were under our protection."

Yeah, maybe she didn't care about the people she was protecting (alright, alright. She definitely didn't care). But she was fiercely loyal when she had a reason to be - and she had plenty reason to be loyal. This helped Kova out, helped the Empire out. And she hardly wanted to be like the Jedi, after all.

A distance away, a cargo vessel touched down on a landing pad, and Aria smirked, satisfied.

"That's our first shipment of supplies if I'm not mistaken. Avacyn, I could use an extra pair of hands. We'll be back in a few."

[member="Katarina Vox"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

It was a good thing Aria did not speak her entire name, or else things would've been, well, not great. She was the only Sith she trusted with knowing the name Kaalia, down to borderline paranoia. Everyone else knew her as Darth Avacyn and nothing else, one of the many measures to ensure none of the people she worked with as Sith knew about anything the Kaalia side of her did. She'd comment on it later, nothing too aggressive but just a reminder, but for now she focussed on the remark itself. "If it happens, just look at it from the bright side. There'll be more Jedi to cut down." With the fact her view on Jedi was reaching absolute rock bottom she became more and more driven to shrink their numbers. Utterly destroying the Jedi was wishful thinking, one did not simply kill a belief no matter how wrong it was. Making them an irrelevant footnote in the galaxy for as long as she lived was enough for her.

Avacyn simply listened as Aria explained the situation, having no further comments to make when it came to what had to be done. She would simply go along with what her fellow Valkyrie had decided to be the best course of action here, seeing she herself had not spent much time here apart from the conflict that had transpired here only a short time ago. There was no mistaking the personal benefit that came along with providing aid here, but the fact it was something different from slaughter, but actually building something was definitely not a negative thing. It was a win-win situation, and those opportunities had to be seized.

When the cargo vessel landed and Aria asked her to lend a helping hand, the woman sent a quick nod her way. "Sure thing," she answered, ready to follow the echani down to the ship. "Any questions before we head off to bring in the supplies?"

[member="Katarina Vox"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"]​