Dealing with the Aftermath [Open/Faction]

[Alexandra Feanor]

The New Republic, no longer a governing entity outside of the planet of Carida, pulling back and grounding in its heels as the other worlds left the Government and others moved on to Fondor, now taken by the CIS itself. Those that remained on Carida were part of the same group that would not abandon the mission they had signed on for and those that thought they could do more good in such a place. With Empires to the north and south, and jedi to the east, this group knew that things were not going to be easy.

For now though, Carida played refugee camp to the numerous soldiers, civilians, politicians, and otherwise that came, large complexes cared for by the Republic's personel and former officers and soldiers that still crewed what remained of the Republic fleet above. A great deal of their ships remained in hiding or in reserve, leaving the Republic with smaller cruisers and frigates, those which sat above in the night sky and patrolled the small sector of space still held onto.

These camps, scattered among the mountains of Carida and using speeders and frieghters to move supplies between them, had become small cities in their own right, individuals finding their way and lines for rations common.

But that was the choice of these people, who you would come to find and see.

There were not millions that followed the republic, not quite, most citizens of the republic were of the worlds that used to be joined to the interplanetary entity. What remained were those who saw the Republic as their home and brought with them their families, hoping to keep the hope of a government accountable to its people alive. A great deal had lost faith but those who remained did so of their own choices.

And it is here, in these camps, that those who still wish for the Republic's growth to gather and try again.

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Alexandra sighed, her eyes closing as the heat beat down on everyone in the midday glare. She was handing out rations, two small children helping her by passing out the small bags and speaking with energy that Alexandra envied. She was in the largest camp, helping the Senator of Carida, an elderly man with greyed hair and dull eyes. She was one of the many that stuck around, lending her hand and helping organize the situation before them. Not bothering for an instant to mask her appearance for once and showing her red hair and golden eyes without hesitation.

She wondered if there would be others, others who came to help with medicine, or supplies, or simply just helped hand out food to those who needed it. Maybe there would be soldiers who believed in something greater, even if for now they would need to fight for that through more rebellious means. Maybe no one else would come, and the core would be consumed in whole by Imperials, Mandalorians, and Jedi.

Who knew what would come but she did not think of that for now, choosing to look forward and smile at a mother, giving her the rations and continuing with her thoughts.

Such a call had been given though, telling those who would still wish to find their place in the Republic to come here. Alexandra had asked the Senator's permission in doing so, using the distribution center to meet with others who were new or old in their aid of the Republic. Of course, she did not expect those who came to become generals or senators, but even the small help would be more than she could hope for.

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(OOC Portion)

Feel free to join anyone, all are welcome. I do ask you avoid starting conflict but I do not want to deny any stories from being grown and started up. If you are hostile towards the Republic, come and investigate, see what is going on, if you want to help it, come meet with Alexandra or just run off and help people on your own. This is not meant to be a combat thread, rather a chance for characters to meet, stories to begin, and plots to be lain out. As for any sith who wish to become a palpatine, im watching you.

 

[Mythos]

His steps on the ground were an echo of times long gone, his footprints vanished as they came. They knew who he was, they knew for more than just the golden light of his eyes and the golden and battered armor that adorned him... yet they did not engage. The republic lived and with that life perhaps there was a clue to find the last remaining bastions of The Alliance... perhaps he was just here to see the rotting corpse of his enemy defeated all those decades ago.

His strides kicked up sand, the glow of his shining armor blinded all those who would see. These camps, these people reminded him of his own in Atrisia, slaughtered like cattle and penned in camps by those who professed the way of the Jedi. Mythos knew a weapon that the jedi, the silvers, the confederacy and even the coalition could not hope to defeat: Hope.

He did not get very far to the gates before three dozen armed guards and several vehichles surrounded him. Part of him wanted to fight, to strike a blow to the downed and bleeding enemy he had sworn to destroy. But just like the Galactic Alliance, Mythos too needed to ally with the enemy to defeat an even more hated foe.

Beneath the aurodium armor Mythos stared down the soldiers, tilted his head and slowly removed his helmet revealing the long golden locks, molten yellow eyes and his scarred face. The roar of a Clifford freighter above them drowned the commands and shouts from the soldiers. Behind the first several more Clifford freighters roared directly from Shadowport Rexus in the Sii-Ruuvi cluster, each one was carrying food, medical supplies and enough Bacta to sustain a small city.

His hands were beside his head, he did not make any sudden movements. "This is the part where you arrest me gentlemen..."

He could not pretend to not be a Sith, but he could make it difficult for those professing truth and justice to execute him. And if he could stay their blade for a day, he could gain their ear for a decade. For a man about to be arrested and possibly executed, Mythos seemed as calm as a Nabooian lake.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Lucera Maive]

A lavender woman sat beside a cot dressed in white. One hand caressed the side of a sweat-drenched face, as the other sought to cool the fever within. So many in need. Desperate for sanctuary. People like the young male clinging to life before the Jedi Master that very moment. How many hours had it been, Lucera thought? How many since she rested? So many paths ended here, in these mountains. Too many. She called upon the endless tides of the Force to aid those in dire need here; at times, even to change destiny itself to grant the innocent a longer life. But the Force flowed and touched them all. To take a little from one to give to another, was this justified? It pained Lucera to know not all wounds could be mended. Yet she gave her all to the end.

A slight waver showed in the Jedi's frame as she rose. A soft sigh. Her eyelids drooped low over her glowing eyes. The sick did not care how brightly they glowed, or how purple her skin, and for that she was grateful; but better they marvel at her than languish here in suffering.

Words of peace and assurance. Promises of not abandoning them to isolation in what might be their final moments. Witness to some rejoining the Force, and others climbing out of their bed and into the arms of loved ones. Many did as Lucera had among the people; they strove to protect those in need and give hope of a better tomorrow.

She had sent word back to the Order in hopes of providing resources these people so desperately needed. Until that time, Lucera was here to endure the trials with them, and offer council wherever she could.

The fresh air greeted her as the Jedi stepped outside. A sharp, mountain breeze shot to her core, awakening an exhausted shell with its brisk fervor. A tired smile graced dark purple lips as she ignored any discomfort, and chose to focus on the hard work of those all around her. It would be easy to surrender to despair. To sacrifice ideals for food and comfort. There were many that would gladly take these people in for their own gain; but they had come here to maintain their independence. Noble. Trying, but noble. And how could Lucera look down on such people willing to endure all of this for their beliefs?

With a soft crunch beneath her boots, the Jedi set off to fetch water from the supplies. She ate little so that others that could not sustain themselves on the Force -- or through sheer willpower from training -- might have that much more. Water, however, she imbibed a fair measure. That little helped in sustaining her strength; that and moment of meditation whenever she could find them.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: En-route to Carida.​

Starship: The H.A Judiciary of the Silver Navy.​

Objective: Support the New Republic in aiding the people of Carida.​

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Word had reached him that one of their own had encountered a world in need of support, doing her best to help those whom remained of the Republic and looking to steward the interests of the people. [member="Lucera Maive"] was one of the Silver Order's newest Jedi Master's, and one of Veiere's responsibility under the Ambassadors and Representatives of their Order, thus it was only fitting that he felt the need to answer the call and bring all that he could to bear results for those without.

Carida wasn't far from Silver Space, situated between the Imperials and the Clans of Mandalore meant that there were some risks but they were to be considered marginal and any such thing was more or less to be expected when traveling aboard a Heavy Asaault Cruiser the likes of the Judiciary. Let alone serving the Galaxy in the life of a Jedi.

Before departing from the Mytaranor sector, Veiere had the crew bring extra shipments of provisions on-board. From medicine to food, bottled water and even building materials in case they were required. The Vessel had been stripped of any non-essential cargo including military assets like the walkers in order to capitalize on the space they had to further supply the leaders of the New Republic in their humanitarian venture.

"Rorik" Veiere called for the attention of the Communications Officer, "Send word ahead to Carida that we're en-route and due to arrive shortly. Have Master Maive sent the same message in case it fails to reach the Republic". Veiere's Senior Officers had all more than proven themselves by this point, and were also more than capable of fulfilling these sorts of assignments without him, yet the Republic's name coming about again had also given the Jedi Master a want to see it for himself, and aid them in their return to political stability and power if at all possible. Democratic leadership in the Galaxy, in his opinion, was sorely needed. Darkness clouded everything, violence could be found in every corner of the known Galaxy and the people needed more than just the Order of the Silver Jedi to promote a greater future built on hope, justice and eventual peace if Veiere was to see things his way.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

They were fast if poorly armed, they looked ragged and were not particularly equipped to contain a threat like him. They must have known, his lightsabers were visible and they must have known what a force using warrior was capable of. To their credit they did not hesitate, his face must have shown up in some databse containing a list of threats.

The next moments were a blurr of equipment and movement as he was forced to his knees and into a transport. Blasters were so close to his face he could smell the plasma residue. With a quickness he was transported and set up in a makeshift cage.

"This is new..." his voice remarked drowned by the static of shock wires. He was held in a cage, within a cage within several others all in open air linked with blazing shock wires that would probably toast anythig that came in contact with it. The military chatter never stopped but Mythos tuned everything out as he forced himself to listen to the Midichlorians within his aeging bloodstream like a heartbeat.

Beneath his armor the body he inhabited like a spirit was falling apart and his injuries were slowly breaking him down. Cybernetics now ruled his right arm and part of his ribcage, pain was a constant reality but that only finley tuned his affinity to the dark side of the force. He breathed deep, the rumble of his focus shaking his bonds and powering the wires randomly. He reached out through the force like a wave of darkness visible to those who could feel it.

His sudden laughter made the guards take a jump back in unison, as soon as he reached out he sensed a familiar presence just in time and as he predicted.

To himself and gazing at the sky he spoke once more in Cardia. His voice a low rumble that raised the hairs on the back of the neck. "Veiere... just in time."

The old Sith then sat in chains to await the time of the axe.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Lucera Maive"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra blinked as she looked down at her datapad and saw a message concerning a recent arrival and a small part of her groaned internally at the fact that she now how something interesting to deal with. It took her a moment to focus but soon enough she blinked and found the disturbance that she was looking for, a blemish on the force who was currently sitting in the drunk tank... Of course, this was how her day was going to proceed.

"Senator, if you would excuse me and my children, I have a situation to deal with..." She waited for the response from the man, a simple nod and her smile quickly were given in response.

She would not start marching off through the camp, not needing to do that as she grabbed a bag and retrieved her identification from it before taking her children by the hands and breathing in. For a moment she held her breath, the force drastically shifting and moving through her before she stepped forward with them in the toe. In a moment she and her kids were gone, whisked by the force off to another portion of the camp and reappearing a short distance from where the camp's makeshift drunk tank was.

Normally the only people who got thrown in there was those who were a nuisance and those who got some drink snuck into the camp and took one too many sips... but once in a while, there were troublemakers who showed up and bit off more than they could chew.

Someone with sabers and a presence in the dark side though, that was abnormal... well mostly. Solan Charr did come by and get thrown in this cage monthly.

Either way, she soon reappeared in the material world, spoking the crap out of the guards until they saw who it was and she raised of identification.

"I got this one you two, do you mind getting Morgan and Junior something to snack on from the Defac..." She waited for the young soldier to run off while his partner kneeled down, the two children running up and playing with the young woman. In the meantime, Alexandra put her bag down and sighed, reaching out with her mind to check on if there were any new presences to be aware of, one jumping out and causing her to glance up.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] was someone she was familiar with and had known enough to be able to pick him out, the second silver Jedi to arrive at her knowledge. Veiere would be given no issues, though his personal craft would be directed towards this specific camp, due to the resources he offered and the fact that the Senator and Alexandra were both on location. The other was a woman Alexandra had not met yet, one [member="Lucera Maive"]. After this situation is dealt with, she will need to get around to appearing for the other woman, but for now, she moved her ID to the entrance console, waiting and punching in a code. In a second the entrance opened, she walked in and moved right towards the man in question. A simple look from her before she let out a sigh once more.

"Mythos, Sith Lord, Dog of the Empire?" She asked, having seen the man once or twice, probably during one of her escapades to repay Zambrano back for one of the many favors the demon emperor had done for her over the years.

"This is cutting into my time, so here is what's going to happen, I am going to remove those chains, thank you for the supplies I was told came in at the same time as your appearance, and you are going to help these people. Your blood will not stain this ground and honestly, this cage is more for the drunks which unlike an admiral who finds his way here every month, you are not." Her hand moved to grab a blade and she moved forward, pulling the blade out and bring it down on each chain, cutting cleanly through with the silvered blade. Songsteel.

"Oh, and in case you are not familiar with me, Captain Alexandra Feanor, Republic Naval Intelligence and liaison for the Republic Navy... mind getting out of my drunk tank now? The ration center is a short walk and I already used up enough energy to get here that I do not feel like bringing you back over there through the force. Did the guards relieve you of any weapons, specifically Sabers or Sith blades? The latter will remain if so, but you can have your sabers returned if that is all you brought." She slid the sword back into its place at her hip and waited, the eternally early twenties appearance seeming to age for once at having to deal with a Sith who for some reason was being docile rather than a murdering idiot.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

A woman walked through a wall, a solid wall clean through like a phantom but she clearly was not an illusion... right? Now Mythos rembered this was Jedi ground, he would see them and the powers they weilded were different from his own and of all his allies. She was something else though , he could tell by the way the force danced around her, how she kept her cool and command even in darkness like this.

But how did she do that? His face contorted as he realized he had no clue of this technique. The men rallied around her, her presence brought calm and courage into their hearts and this too was something he could feel.

"Rightful King of Atrisia. Dead man. Humanitarian. Genocide." He added, a humor to what he thought was a segway to his execution. A tale sung and told of the king who walked into his own death with a smile.

But then she kept talking, her words sounded like what he imagined those rebel commanders did after the Clone Wars in history class. How one always imagined those historic figures sounded in history class, your brain making up a voice and tone that would fit the fathers of empires.

"Alexandra Feanor" He said in unison with her, he figured as much. His eyes locked on to hers and he smiled, she showed no fear and that troubled him for the sake of these people. As he stood he revealed his golden armor crafted by none other than [member="Kaine Australis"] himself by a forge allegedly containing a small sun. It clearly had seen war and so did the man behind it. His smile betrayed his fear, he could see what those behind her could not.

As his chains fell he raised his real hand bringing his lightsabers to her hands by telekinesis. Pride and Myth were two sabers that were also made of songsteel but as they almost landed Mythos gave a solemn warning.

"I admire your courage and bravery but faith in friends will get you killed." He walked one step in her direction before letting the sabers fall into her hands. He looked into her eyes like he imagined those mad old oracles did when saying a forebodding prophecy. "Especially friends with eyes like these"

Perhaps in time she would understand the words but such are things when involving a prophecy. Before changing into something more suited to cooking for roughly a few thousand people he gave one more peice of advice, this one much more practical.

"Don't ask where the meat came from"
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Lucera Maive]

Maive smiled then thanked the gentleman tending the water rations for the drink. The cooled substance helped heal a parched throat without relying on Force Healing -- an art of which she'd done her best to conserve for the injured. Her eyes were drawn then to children that darted around; often cried after by a parent that wanted them to stay near. A welcome emotional reprieve before she resumed aiding those in dire need. With bacta low, the Force was a saving grace. One that took its toll on the body, but Lucera had dedicated herself long ago to protecting others even at the expense of her own self. Only the means had changed in time.

That's when she felt it. A darkness that washed over the area and stretched into the sky. Lucera calmly turned her luminescent gaze toward the source. A beacon so easily identifiable to someone with Maive's sight. The Dark Side, some called it. Once, she'd used the same terminology. But now she understood it was simply The Force. This practitioner, however, used emotion and sheer willpower to control the Force to do their bidding; though at times the Force itself seemed to agree with such dark intent. For people to truly understand the Path, however, perhaps there must also be those that fight against it.

What this all came down to was that a Sith Lord had arrived on Cardia.

The Jedi Master drifted near a man that appeared in a hurry from the fore of the camp. Lucera reached out a hand slowly to catch his eye, she stopped short of actually taking his arm. "Excuse me, what has happened?"

"A man came with an army of supplies. We won't need to worry about lasting the night at this rate."

Auspicious timing. "That is wonderful news, but do not spread it just yet." She smiled at the furrowed brow that came in response. "If everyone knows before the camp is ready, a crowd may form at the gate and prevent them from entering." All true, but Maive was more concerned about rumors not catching fire among the tents before the leadership accepted such an offer. Refusal alone could spark problems even if the news was kept contained.

The man chewed the inside of his lip for a moment. "It couldn't be long before they make an announcement. I'll wait." The unspoken 'for now' was palpable to the Keshiri Master.

She bowed her head slightly in appreciation for the man's discretion.

Master Arenais could not arrive soon enough. Lucera doubted remnants of the New Republic would blindly accept a Sith's offering, but this was a delicate political matter where it might seem the Jedi had chosen not to act whereas the Sith had. These people deserved to live in peace and not be drawn into the squabbles of Empires. Which was why it was a relief that Veiere himself had answered her call for aide.

Until then, however, it seemed prudent to investigate which Sith had come to Cardia. Perhaps even come to understand their reasoning. Not all Sith were beyond reason, some simply felt the galaxy would be better off run in a different manner. Fortunate for them they had Maive to deal with in that moment; a Jedi open to speaking even with those obsessed with darkness. For darkness too was part of the Force, as was the light. Ignoring one left you blind to the true power and Will of the Force.

Lucera began to move in the direction the beacon had come. Her footsteps were measured and in no rush for confrontation. The man himself had not moved, and even if he had his presence would be unmistakable even in the largest of crowds.

Tag: [member="Mythos"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Mig Gred]

Out of hyperspace, a small group of Clan Gred vessels consisting of the Basilisk, a modified Trident-class, and a pair of Enigma-class made their way towards the planet of Carida. It was what he could pull together, or at least what he could pull together that weren't "hot" at the moment. Many probably would've found it strange that Mandalorian vessels outside of Clan Tal would come to aid anyone. Mig thought differently though. If more groups in the galaxy had done things like this after the last war for both sides, when so much of the galaxy had been decimated, maybe they wouldn't be in the current insanity that was the 'verse they lived in. Mig quickly informed Carida that they were landing with supplies. Medicine, MREs, water and a couple of V-1 series astromechs to assist any mechanics. The Alor wasn't quiet sure if anyone would welcome a few Mandalorian ships, but he wanted to help none the less.

Once the vessels had landed, Mig, along with the Gred medic Ilik, walked out of the Basilisk, soon followed by the ship's droids, R10, O8, and V1, along with the crews of the other ships. The most of the Mandalorians would look a bit odd. There armor was clearly built to be lighter and more flexible, and all had either a Trayc'kad, or one or two Trayc'kal. These seemed to be the only actual way to tell these Mandalorians were in the same clan. The armors all had differences, they all seem to have there specialties, and there armor color schemes were all unique. Ilik was the only one who's armor seemed normal, but he was clearly a medic. The group of Mandalorians had quickly gotten on their way to unload the various crates from the four ships, while Mig finally looked around.

"Wonder who I'm supposed to talk to?"

[member="Mythos"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Lucera Maive"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Mythos"] started listing off titles and all it got was a bored look with a small grin on Alexandra's face, the woman looking over his face before giving him a somewhat mocking large bow.

"Right, I'm sorry, we are doing that title thing. Well, let me point out something oh man of many titles, no rightful king has to say they are such, and as for the rest of those, I have a Mandalorian husband, a friend that murders slavers for shits and giggles, and I was raised in the household of that self-important emperor who thinks he might rule the galaxy one day. Or whatever it is that Zambrano thinks these days. You killed some people and being a genocider does not shock me, and does not change the fact you will be working the Ration line."

She felt him place his sabers in her hands, raising a brow at him now and looking down at them to inspect them as if they were some new animal to dissect. She was interested in taking them apart and seeing how this sith had constructed his blades and studying the crystal he chose to use but instead, she shrugged and unceremoniously tossed them in the bag she wore at her waist. It was from there she continued talking and turning to leave.

"What are we if we do not hold faith in something. You hold faith in the dark side, I might hold it in friends, or family, or the light, or the sword at my side. Not to mention your line is somewhat cliche Sith Lord, I suggest something that hasn't been said to rebels and Jedi for ages now. It's almost as bad as 'join me and together we can go and conquer a planet or open a mc yoda's' level of cheesy." She looked at him and her relaxed nature shifted for a moment, a silent warning as the force twisted towards her. It was a more emotional reaction but not one of anger or fear, rather a protective need.

The reason for the warning would become apparent as two children would become seen to [member="Mythos"]. One with red hair and the other with hair bordering on silver, each with pointed ears like Alexandra's own and no more than five.

She smiled at him a bit more genuinely now, stretching and walking outside the cage, only to have two children now with pouches in their hands run-up to her. Her hands came down and rubbed at their hair before bowing her head to thank the guards who were notably more cautious about having Mythos around than Alexandra was. It was after leaving the cage though that [member="Lucera Maive"] approaching gave interest to Alexandra, feeling her now coming towards the obvious dark presence that Mythos gave off.

"Oh and Sir Mystery Meat, you might have a more zealous individual coming to say hi... maybe two of them if I know the other well enough." She wasn't sure about Maive but [member="Veiere Arenais"] would most likely beeline it for the dark side presence on the planet and Alexandra last remembered the man to be more zealous in his approach towards Sith. To be fair, the man had a right to be like that but as far as Alexandra cared, Mythos was here to help at least for now.

Why was he here to help, she did not know, but she had a good feeling that it wasn't to poison everyone on the planet this time.

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In another part of the camp, [member="Mig Gred"] would be approached by a docking official, the man a short and wiry individual that held brown eyes and a short blond mop of hair.

"Hello sir, We verified your documents and thank you for your aid. Your supplies will go to camp distribution center two... if you require more information, I can get you in contact with our Liaison, she is currently occupied by what I know at the camp's makeshift cells due the apprehension of less than favorable parties but from what I understand she will not be long. We can deliver her a message or direct you to the distribution center she is stationed at. If you do not need more information or aid, I can direct you to the distribution center your supplies will be routed through."

The young man waited, clearly new to the military and his uniform not the most strict in its wear, but he did not shy from ensuring that [member="Mig Gred"] would have any information needed,

 

[WolfMortum]

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Location: Requisitions Shelter/Camp.​

Starship: The H.A Judiciary of the Silver Navy.​

Objective: Support the New Republic in aiding the people of "Carida".​

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Receiving [member="Alexandra Feanor"]'s instructions for landing, Veiere Arenais was greeted with the family name given from his Communications Officer causing him to feel a sens of relief in knowing the authority on site through their personal history in the Jedi Order together. Alexandra wasn't just any odd person situated within the Republic, she had been the founder and consistent leader of it, from what the Jedi Master had understood. The people in Carida would be in good hands, providing they were supplied the appropriate resources, for which Veiere thankfully wasn't the only one to offer them support.

Moving to the Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle that awaited him in the Hangar, the supplies would be loaded into the troop drop-ships for easier, faster shipping too and from the Judiciary, sending word ahead and warning the good people just in case they misunderstood the smaller vessels to be of ill-intent. Commander Vikras Ansion remained on the bridge with his fellow Senior Officers, taking acting command where Veiere chose to oversee the operation on the ground instead, and also hopefully catch up with Alex' after so very long.

Dressed in the appropriate attire, Veiere would forgo the company of a personal entourage. Had the world been under hostile occupation then perhaps his decision might have been different, yet this was a humanitarian mission and it had formerly been Republican Space, thus the only weapon he carried was out of habit and the symbol of every Force-User; The Lightsaber. One simply never left home without it.

Descending down upon the designated Landing zone, the Dropships arrived shortly after Veiere's shuttle. Crewman of the Judiciary setting to work on unloading the crates full of supplies, all labeled in their various categories (food, medical resources, building materials etc). The arriving resources were considerable, though the Silver Jedi were in far better position and were glad to be of service to the people. Whilst overseeing the transition of stock into the hands of the Republic and their fellow aid workers, Veiere sought to look out for [member="Lucera Maive"] too. If she found herself held up by other needs, he wouldn't leave without radioing in to ensure she had a way back to Kashyyyk.

[member="Mythos"] | [member="Mig Gred"]​

 

[Mythos]

"I get the distinct feeling you know his majesty Carnifex better than i ever have" He cut back, a smile creeping into his face. Being an assassin for the Sith for a better part of a decade clued him into one or more curiosities that would raise questions. His tone clarified he knew more than he let on, if she knew of him she would know he was very old, old enough to remember Kesh and Pikiran, old enough to recall the fall of Lujo. Yet her humor was breath of fresh air in a galaxy saturated with uptight and stuck up imperial officers.

"I hold faith in the balance Master Jedi" He spoke as his golden armor smashed into the ground revealing the hundred scars and cuts of his body. He caught a coat for the duties and placed his other belongings beside them in the guards table. "For nearly a decade I have held the scale of the balance, the balance that both Sith and Jedi forsake from time to time when it suits their needs." His words were serious but his tone dropped to a casual sound, she had not yet killed him to her credit and if she would ask other jedi they would have disagreed.

At the sight of two children he did not hide his pain, even his stoic composure could not. Sith were creatures of emotion. He sighed and looked at her once more, this time as a man and not a Sith. "Father of a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. King to a burning city and Lord of a dead people." He said in the same tone, smiling to the children as to not strike fear into them. "But no one will tell you of those titles as they are not as flashy. You have a wonderful family."

He had to chuckle at her mention of someone coming, some zealot as she described with a possible penchant against him. Is that what the silvers had done to the King of Commenor? To a jedi who stood beside him, casting aside factions and prejudices to instead fight for what was right? Made him a Zealot? Is this the work of the Conclave he heard of? Or was this the lack of it? He would have to ask the man himself.

"He's a friend but perhaps time has turned him against me too. And he's a silver, never can i strike a Silver it would betray everything that i beleive in" He looked at the sky then to her and pointed again to what he said before. "It might be cliché but that doesnt make it less true or make Mc'yoda's healthy in any shape or form."

He began walking to the Defac and now saw around him the truly desperate need these camps were in. Hope was indeed a powerful weapon but here it needed heroes to build it. "I failed to save my people, I wont fail yours."

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Lucera Maive]

Lucera stood before the two, her glowing eyes watched as [member="Mythos"] strode by without giving her a glance. The Sentinel in her stirred at the slight, but the Consular knew better. Nor would she let it distract from what had been overheard. He would not strike a Silver Jedi? What circumstances had excluded them in particular, she wondered.

With a slight bow, the Keshiri greeted [member="Alexandra Feanor"] and the children beside her. "Captain. Everything is well, I hope. I heard another faction had brought supplies to camp. Was it the man that just left?" The Jedi Master smiled, her eyes on Alexandra rather than observing Mythos stride away. The Force would tell her if he made any overt moves; which were unlikely. A Sith would not present himself before a refugee camp in such a way if he intended grievous injury to the camp occupants. Perhaps he too felt there was more than open hostilities in dealing with the many peoples of the galaxy.

"Ah, excuse me," Lucera pardoned herself as a communicator chirped. "This is Maive." A brief pause ensured before her eyes shifted back to the Captain, and the smile had grown. "It would seem everyone is doubly blessed by the Force today, Captain. Master Arenais has arrived with additional supplies. We may need to find enough space to store them all."

"Thank you, Veiere. I do have transportation arranged. I believe I should stay a little longer and continue to help the sick and wounded." At least until the supplies lines were fully established and the camp's self sufficiency improved. "There is also a new arrival that I hope to learn more about. It is unexpected to find a Sith here, and his actions thus far have been...commendable." For a Sith, at least. There were currents left in his wake suggesting his attitude was not one of the cheeriest sort. Lucera could only imagine what the two had been discussing earlier.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Mythos]

Fourteen crates of Sii-ruuk meat, sixteen more of exotic fish and twelve tons of water. On cue as he stepped in the massive cooking facility the heat of an open steam furnace beat upon his face. Before he made it a routine to help ration out food to his troops but it hadnt been since his days in the Nabooian Royal Military that he cooked for more than just himself... old habits died hard.

While the jedi grouped together and met Mythos kept his mind focused on the people. He felt more than just the eyes of [member="Lucera Maive"] but he could not pay them heed, he could not speak anymore of who he was, he had to show and with actions let his character be judged.

"Move over boys I got the broil" He said while slamming a skinned Sii-Ruuk arm into the massive grill. "Make sure you peel off all the scales from these and the fish, last thing we want is someone bleeding internally. Split the fish away from the herptile meat."

One by one the cooks and help popped their eyes open at the sight of a twenty foot long Harper Fish from the moons of the Sii-Ruuvi cluster. The thing still looked alive as its several eyes blinked and glared at movement due to their reflexes and nerves still active long after death. A single one of these was able to feed a small tribe and this was considered the smaller versions of the fish.

"Cooking Sii-ruuk is an artform" He remarked to the crew as the sweet smell of cooked herptile meat filled the air. "The trick is to let the meat marinate in the blood on open flame" He threw a dash of red powder that ignited in a fireball and then transformed into a blue, liquid, syrup like substance that fell on the meat. "Then dash it with Quolka Brimstone Ash from Mustafar." The fire licked the Quolka away leaving only a black powder residue on top of the meat. Mythos stuck his finger in the steaming hot meat making a squishy sound and then stuck his finger under his tounge making a hiss of heat being steamed.

"Needs more salt"

 

[Gnost Karr]

Gnost had never done anything entirely on his own before, but Kian had trusted him to undertake this mission and he was not going to let his uncle down. Gnost had heard report that the Republic was reforming here on Carida and when Gnost brought the information to his Jedi uncle, he had been interested to learn more about their presence here. Kian, now operating out of Correllian space, had tasked Gnost with making contact with any Jedi present and re-establishing ties with the leadership of the Republic.

Sliding his lightsaber around to his side to hide it from view, he straightened out the wrinkles in his robes and took a nervous breath. Gnost had never been to Carida but he remembered hearing tales of the invasion that had happened here years before. At least this trip will be different than Kian's Gnost thought to himself chuckling. Gnost's first visit to Carida would be a diplomatic mission....his uncles first trip to Carida, also as a padawan, had ended in a full scale invasion of the planet. Satisfied with how he looked, Gnost stepped out of the small shuttle that had transported him and into the gather crowds of the camp.

Gnost seemed to blend into the crowds, getting a few glances from children who had never seen a Kel Dor before....and even a few adults. Gnost felt awkward as he moved through the throng of people. He was 16 years old now and had grown a few inches in height, seemingly overnight. His small frame was made even so by the sudden growth. I'd rather be in the Archives. He thought to himself as he pushed his way through the crowds, but immediately pushed that thought aside. While part of him certainly was nervous to be here an even bigger part of him was excited. Clasping his hands before him, he glanced around and stretched out with the force, as Kian had taught him, to try and locate force users. At first it was overwhelming, stretching out with so many lives around him, but after a few moments the chaos of it died down like background noise and the strongest presences began to stand out. He would make his way towards them, hoping to strike up a conversation.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Lucera Maive"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[Custani Valcho]

Custani felt bad. It was partially his fault that the New Republic had collapsed. Or so he belived. There was an Alternative to bowing down to whoever decided to seize control of Cadira next. So there was an Alternative. A new goverment had rose out of the ashes and disdain that had doomed the New Republic from the very beginning. So he had traveled to Cardira. " Hello my.... Former Adversaries. I come bearing a new beginning for you and your people"

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig nodded to the dock officer, looking at his clan and the four V-1s that had rolled out with them. He smiled and nodded at the man before speaking.

"Yeah, meeting her would be nice. Possible organize some more aid shipments. You said you'd point the way?" Once Mig had the direction to go, he pointed the officer to the V-1 droids. "Oh, and these four are the New Republic's droids now. Assumed a little droid help wouldn't hurt. Just a quick note. V-1s are creative droids, and can think for themselves, so keep that in mind." And with that he was off to meet the liaison. Mig could also feel a few Jedi around. He just hoped neither them or his Aliit would cause any trouble, and that his presence wouldn't cause the New Republic any problems. He was there to help, so if it ended up doing the opposite... he wouldn't know what to think of the Jedi if they actually cared who sent aid to somewhere. Same goals right now. It'd be fine. It was just the conflicts of the galaxy getting him paranoid.

(OOC: Those droids are yours to control now, [member="Alexandra Feanor"])

[member="Mythos"] [member="Lucera Maive"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Cypher Rage]

Location: The Resolute, Cadira Syestem
Objective: Help any way I can

Cypher had heard the rumors. "The New Republic Survivied. Your God- Father is there with him" they said. At the he had to come and see for himself. " Are we within Sensor Range" he asked. Hhe had brought with him the 501st Legion under the Command of General [member="Tensus Kaoli"] with the 212th Legion underway. The Black Crystal Fleet almost immediately took a defensive posture in the syestem as the transports and The Resolute began to deploy the 50,000 Clone Soilders that he had brought with him. The New Republic was to surrivive at all coast. Regardless of what they thought. After Corellia they had lost one of the most brilliant strategic minds they had to offer. And with enimes surrounding Cadira it was only a necessity to bring small portions of the main Battle Armada of The Republic.

[member="Tensus Kaoli"]
The New Republic