Yellow Weaver
The battle on Tython had come to an end. The Galactic Alliance had been defeated on the intergalactic mainstage by a dark power that had seemingly emerged from nowhere. Amidst the chaos, the Lonestar 1 light frieghter and it's passengers flead to safety. The droid crew of the ship piloted it to Sellia II, where the local Jedi Temple had become a safe haven for refugees and the ingured following Enclave attacks on Ryloth and GA allied space. The ship would set down on the main landing platform of the Jedi Praxeum, it's lift door lowering for those onboard to exit and make their way towards more intensive care.
"Alright, everyone out!" Pyf ordered, the spark droid taking charge. "Get yourselves inside and onto medical beds pronto!"
One friend was already waiting for them there. Loomi had not been on Tython. With the news of the attack and a message from her friends aboard the Lonestar 1, she flew her starfighter to meet them here with haste. She probably got here hours before them, and was anxiously waiting for their arrival. The Godoan hustled her way out onto the landing platform, a concerned look about her and distress in her aura.
"Golly, I'm so sorry!" she frantically apologized. "I-I should have been there with you all!"
It wouldn't have changed anything, but she couldn't help but wonder if she could have saved them from getting hurt even worse than they had been. Especially Braze. She probably wouldn't get past her irrational guilt any time soon.
But they had wounds to heal. There wasn't time to wait around anymore.