Public Friendships forged on Chaos [Brat Pack Intro Thread]

[Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais]

Location: Unknown Planet.
Starship: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant.
Surviving Passengers: Liorra | Zaiya Ceti | Aris Noble | Loomi | Braze | Toby Perris | Kalira Aldan | Eloise Dinn | Kitter Bitters | Plus.

It had all happened so suddenly. Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais had been quietly snoring, comfortably tucked against his seat one minute, and then suddenly, the entire ship had rocked violently, throwing the Zeltron boy from his chair, hitting the floor and then being pulled across the corridor into the far wall as emergency alarms blared overhead.

A faint voice could be heard over the vessel's intercom speakers, yet there was too much noise amidst the chaos for him to make anything out. The inside of the ship felt as if it were spinning, the pit of the boy's stomach lurching as he clung to a guard rail while air rushed past him, threatening to pull him from his tightened grip.

There was shouting. Panicked voices, screams and the orange glow of fire from somewhere, yet the heat had not reached him yet. The darkness surrounding the vessel soon lightened, blues mixed with red, yet the ship did not settle in convulsion.

Jaitre forced himself to open his eyes and look at the nearby passengers. He could see them, others, some even close to his age, but all looking equally as shell-shocked as he felt. Time felt like it had slowed down; simultaneously, it seemed there wasn't enough to do what he needed. Was this what dying felt like?

Jaitre hadn't been prepared for what came next. There was a sudden and immense force that sent his head slamming against the wall, the feeling as though he were falling or being thrown, and then everything went black.

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This thread is intended to introduce the following group linked here. For whatever reasons, invested parties have been aboard public transport heading to various destinations across the galaxy before their ship was forced to enter an unknown planet's atmosphere and crash-landed. Survivors are few and must gain their bearings, figure out what to do next and how to make it until help arrives.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Location: Unknown Planet.
Starship: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant.
Surviving Passengers: Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais | Open for interaction from anyone

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Zaiya's eyes flickered open, the world upside down as her Lovalla markings shimmered in hues that mirrored her disarrayed state, her pink tipped white hair swaying, and trickled with a splatter of bright red blood. The metallic taste lingered in her mouth, mingling with the wetness trickling down her face, tinged by the crimson aura of the emergency lights of the wreckage.

"Mmh..." she groaned, blinking slowly as she tried to get her bearings. Her Lovalla heritage ingrained within her the ability to read her emotions through the spectrum of colors swirling across her skin. But this crash had thrown everything into a chaotic disarray. Her base skin color was a dull rose gold, while her mottled spots and stripes flickered with different colors. Each marking unveiled a tumultuous array of emotions, a cacophony of distress etched in her mottled spots. The amber stripes streaked across her skin, reflecting her contemplation, while the vibrant gold glow pulsed hinted at her confusion, everything in disarray like the wreckage around her.

"Wha..." Zaiya took stock of her situation. The alarms and orders to strap in had forwarned her first. That she'd found a seat to strap down had been a miracle. Blood and the scent of burnt plastiplast was an acrid aroma wafting up her nose.

Identifying the clip that secured her, the Lovalla braced herself. Unlatching it prompted her to fall with a small shriek, barely twisting enough to land on her shoulder and side hard. Pain went lancing through her, the dull gold of her skin shifting to silver in pain, her stripes flashing a bright yellow in concern while her mottled spots shone red in the lance of pain.

Her gaze fell on the surroundings, a silent witness to her own distress.

No. Don't panic. Gather your bearings. She told herself. After a second, she took stock of the fact that her legs were still okay, with no serious injuries. She had a head wound and a sharp ache in the right side of her head, but otherwise okay. With determination blazing through the orange ripple over her stripes, a brief flash of blue glow of determination surged within her.

I have to find a way out of this mess, Lovella mused. But first, was anyone else hurt?

"Hello?? Anyone out there?" Zaiya cried out, flinching as the crackle of broken wires sent her mottled spots shimmering in a lime-green hue of fright.

 

[Loomi]

Location: Unknown
Tags: Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais, Aris Noble , Vera Noble , Braze , Toby Perris , Kalira Aldan , Eloise Dinn , Kitter Bitters , Liorra , Zaiya Ceti

Loomi had been asleep whenever the flight had lost control, woken by the latter end of the crash. The violent nature of the event had thrown her from her chair, and she had only been conscious enough to percieve the danger before promptly hitting her head and blacking out again.

And so she woke in increadible pain. It didn't take long for her to recognize various injuries as she struggled to get to her feet. For all intensive purposes the muscles in her hip seemed to be torn. Furthermore was the wound on her head. A scrape, thankfully enough, but enough of a wound to be a bother. The Godoan would get up and begin to stagger, turning around only for her heart to drop as her eye came upon something she hadn't noticed.

A pair of violet moth-like wings lying on the floor.

She scrambled over, frantically trying to return them to their place, but it was hardly any use. Loomi looked to her back to where her wings had once been and-

Oh, there were two new baby wings, growing right where the old ones had been. False alarm.

"Hello?? Anyone out there?"

Above. Loomi turned, taking note of a ladder that lead up to the main passenger area. Had she fallen down it? It hardly mattered. Her latent empathic abilities lead her to the source, so the Godoan staggered her way up the ladder to see a girl with strange patterns on her skin that seemed to change color. Notably she had a wound on her forehead, which made Loomi's panic increase greatly.

"G-golly," she stammered, limping over as quickly as she could, drawing a bandage wrap from her pack. "Hold on, miss."

It wasn't really that bad up close. The head had more blood in it anyways, so of course injuries would look more serious. A sigh of relief escaped from the girl, and she promptly presented the stranger with the wrap.

"You should use this to wrap your head," Loomi told her. "Just to stop the bleeding."

They were in an unsafe place now. They'd need to preserve all the blood they could.

 

[Braze]

LOCATION:???
TAGS: @open

This hadn't been the first ship to fall from the sky that Braze had the misfortune of being on. However, that didn't make it any less terrifying to experience. He had been awake when he felt the sudden turbulence and the alarms went off. He didn't freeze; he moved just as before.

Some how he survived the inevitable crash. He had been mostly unscathed sporting a concussion.​

The chaos and destruction surrounding the crash site were overwhelming, yet Braze's previous experience with such a disaster lent him a certain calmness amidst the turmoil. His heart raced, but his mind was clear, focused on the task at hand: finding and helping survivors.

As he navigated through the wreckage, Braze's senses were heightened, attuned to the subtle vibrations of life amidst the twisted metal and scattered debris. The Force flowed through him, guiding his actions as he carefully sifted through the remnants of the ship.

Each time he detected a faint pulse of life, a glimmer of hope surged within him. With gentle precision, he used the Force to lift and move pieces of wreckage, creating a path to the trapped passengers. His movements were methodical and cautious, ensuring he did no further harm to the injured.

For those he could safely move, Braze carefully dragged them away from the danger zone, laying them out on more stable ground. He checked their vital signs, offering basic first aid where he could, and using his limited healing abilities to stabilize the most critical cases.

Despite the concussion clouding his thoughts, Braze's energy didn't fade. He moved from one survivor to the next, his actions fueled by a deep sense of duty and compassion. The crash site was grim.

As he worked tirelessly, Braze couldn't help but wonder about the cause of the crash and whether there were any other survivors beyond his immediate vicinity. For now, he did what he could, saving as many lives as his strength and the Force would allow.

Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais , was among those he found alive and moved away from any dangerous debris.

He perked up hearing Zaiya Ceti and called back. " Yes over here. "

 

[Aris Noble]

Panic, fear, apprehension.

There was a rush of emotions through the young Padawan as the ship crashed. He'd been awake, aware. It was a saving grace for him at least, as he was able to strengthen his body to survive it. The cabin he'd been in was absolutely crushed. When the dust finally settled, he pried his way out, bending away the steel that had captured his body and stumbled into the light of day.

Everything hurt. He winced a bit as he cradled an arm to his chest. Not broken. Sprained for sure. It could've been a lot worse, but it hadn't been thankfully.

And he wasn't the only survivor. He glanced towards the others, some he recognized, some he didn't, and simply nodded before turning to start prying open more of the wreckage to help the people who were still trapped. He couldn't stabilize or heal people, but he could at least help with rescue.

Braze | Loomi | Zaiya Ceti | Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais

 

[Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais]

Was it sheer luck or something more that Jaitre had somehow survived? He was still alive; he felt that much when Braze had helped to drag him away from wherever he had initially been once the ship had settled in its crash site. Of course, he didn't know who this Braze was at the time, murmuring something incoherent as he was pulled free from the collapse, weak, battered and trying to focus his sight on anything familiar to him. Everything was blurred, and pain shot through his head with every racing thought, as if someone had put a vibroblade through his skull. He was too disorientated to realize that the cause of his blurred vision was the blood that matted his fringe and had since run down his face.

"Hello?? Anyone out there?"

There was another voice from nearby, and the stranger helping him return the call. "I'll be all good", Jaitre assured them with no confidence in his voice, nothing to tell that he genuinely believed it yet wanted the other person to find help just as he had. "Just gimme a few to wake up," He said as if a long night's sleep had slowed him down. "They might be hurt too," he added, hoping that wasn't the case. Jaitre had the aid of the Force if he needed to go that far, though he used it sparingly as he had come to believe it was a gift rather than a tool to be abused.

There was strewn luggage, metal plates and shards of plasteel, among other materials, littering the ground around him. Nothing was as it had been, and parts of the ship looked ablaze with the smell of smoke lingering in the air. Jaitre hadn't yet left the interior but, for the moment, focused on using someone else's clothing to try and wipe the blood from his eyes and face. His body ached tremendously, but he could still use his arms and legs, so it couldn't have been that bad, right?

Reaching for another article of clothing, Jaitre froze when he saw an arm lying across the floor from behind a chair. It wasn't moving, and there was no sound. He hoped a body was attached to that arm, but then, even if so, were they alive? He didn't have time to consider the worst as his body seemed to move before he'd found the courage to stagger forward to pull away the chair that blocked his view. A pair of dull grey eyes were staring up at him, but they didn't move, and there was an awkward bulge in the man's neck that shouldn't have been there, not by any biology class that Jaitre had attended at least.

He suddenly curled to the side, his last meal lurching from his stomach with force, where he tried to throw up out of sight of the others.

"Oh, Gods...." he exclaimed between breaths.

Liorra | Zaiya Ceti | Aris Noble | Loomi | Braze | Toby Perris | Kalira Aldan | Eloise Dinn | Kitter Bitters | Abishai Jade | Jun Chiyo​

 

[Kalira Aldan]

Location: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant crash site, Unknown Planet
Tags: Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais | Zaiya Ceti | Loomi | Braze | Aris Noble | OPEN
Outfit: Cloaked

Kalira had started the trip home in disappointment. She had heard rumors that her brother was working within the Rimward Trade League. It turned out that “working” was a very loose term, and though Kalira was able to tell that Liam Nargon had in fact been seen in RTL territories, there was no way to know where he was now and if he was even presently still in RTL space. With her quest failing to find any substantive clues as to where her long lost brother was, even the energetic teen was forced to give in to the resistance of the galaxy to her own goals and return to her family. She would surely continue her quest after a brief respite, perhaps even finding support from her mother now that Kalira had actually found traces of Liam, but Kalira surely wasn’t going to give up.

She wasn’t familiar enough with public transports to note an issue with the ship entering atmosphere much earlier than expected. A buzz however was starting to rise in the passenger compartment, which started to cause the young woman’s mind to become hazy. Her connection to the Force was not terribly strong, but it had developed without training over the last couple years, so as the alarms started and more chaos started the emotions in the ship started to overwhelm Kalira. When alarms turned to turbulence the redheaded teen fell to the ground and clutched onto her seat, the only thing she found that was bolted down. She closed her eyes tightly and tried her best to block out the chaos around her while she rode out the terrifying crash landing.

At impact Kalira lost her grip on the seat and rolled around the passenger area. She had no idea where she had ended up as her eyes were still glued shut. When the world seemed to stop moving Kalira wondered what she would see if she opened her eyes. She started to hear commotion. At least she knew she was not the only lucky one to survive the incident. But who else was there? What was the condition of the ship? Where were they?

Two voices jumped out, both feminine and young. One it seemed was moving to help the other. At this point Kalira started to take silent, sightless stock of her own wellbeing. Her family were dutiful and served the greater good. If she was able Kalira should help anyone else in need. The pinkie finger on her left hand was dislocated at the least and possibly broken, not something she couldn’t overcome, but it was painful. There would be plenty of bruises she knew, but as she was wrapped up in her cloak for warmth during the flight she did not suffer any dangerous cuts. Finally Kalira opened her eyes, first looking at her finger with a loud hiss. Then looking to her surroundings. Several people were moving around and helping each other, all seemed young, Kalira’s age. She stood up slowly and moved to congregate near the one that seemed to be trapped at the moment. ”Can I be of help?” Kalira asked as she approached the others.

”Perhaps we should search for some medical supplies?” Kalira questioned as she wished like crazy that her family’s 2-1B droid was present to give her a stim shot and bacta so that placing her finger back in place would be a little less painful.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Location: Unknown Planet.
Starship: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant.
Surviving Passengers:

"G-golly," she stammered, limping over as quickly as she could, drawing a bandage wrap from her pack. "Hold on, miss."

"You should use this to wrap your head," Loomi told her. "Just to stop the bleeding."

"Oh, thank you," Zaiay thanked Loomi . Had this been any other occasion, the Lovalla would have been intrigued at the type of species the girl was. Being a rare Lovalla outside of her homeworld, meeting others outside the norm was a curious thing for her. Either way, nausea at the metallic scent of blood made the Lovalla sway. Still feeling unwell, Zaiya's skin lingered a silver hue, while the stripes along her shoulders radiated a pale yellow tint of concern, the mottled spots on her cheeks illuminating into a jade green of concern for the wounded around her.

She did her best to try to mop off the blood on her head, but all she ended up with was more smeared, clotted blood on the crown of her head. In the end, she simply held the bandage to her head for pressure.

" Yes over here. "

Blinking rapidly, the willowy Lovalla did her best to make her way to where the initial call came. Braze and Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais.

Unfortunately, Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais's attempt to hurl the contents of his stomach was not out of sight. They instead landed right at Zaiya's skirt when he suddenly turned and shifted, sending warm, chunky, acrid fluid all over the robe.

The Lovalla froze. Nausea only became worse. Such was the sudden need to throw up herself that the natural bioluminescence of her skin began to reflect a shimmering, nauseating lime-green and yellow glow around her stripes and mottled spots.

Hands immediately went clasping over her mouth, cheeks blowing up as bile rose.

Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke!

 

[Braze]

LOCATION:
TAGS: Loomi Zaiya Ceti Kalira Aldan Aris Noble

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Braze quickly grasped the gravity of the situation amidst the chaos of the crash site. He noticed the shock and horror on the faces of his companions, particularly Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais, who seemed overwhelmed by the tragedy unfolding before them. With a deep, steadying breath to calm his own racing heart, Braze approached Jaitre, his movements deliberate and gentle.

Placing a reassuring hand on Jaitre's shoulder, he guided him away from the grisly scene. "Go settle your nerves... just sit down... it'll be okay," Braze encouraged softly, trying to provide some comfort in the midst of the disaster.

Turning his attention back to the wreckage, Braze felt a chilling sensation settle in the pit of his stomach. The reality of death and destruction around him was daunting, but he knew he had to focus on the task at hand. He extended his hand, using the Force to search for any remaining life forces amidst the debris. His priority was clear: rescue any survivors first, then deal with the aftermath.

"Loomi, can you please check everyone over for injuries?" Braze called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. He began the grim task of sifting through the wreckage, carefully levitating and moving the deceased away from the survivors. He erected a makeshift screen using pieces of wall metal to shield the living from the sight of the dead, a necessary barrier to spare them further trauma.

As he worked, Braze also searched the dead for identification and any items that might aid their survival. It was a morbid but essential task, and he approached it with a sense of duty and respect for those who had perished.

Throughout this ordeal, Braze was acutely aware of the emotional turbulence he was causing Loomi through their bond. The unease and distress of dealing with death were immense, but he knew this was a responsibility he couldn't shy away from- and he didn't. It was a long, harrowing day for Braze.

 

[Loomi]

Location: Unknown
Tags: Braze , Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais, Aris Noble , Kalira Aldan , Zaiya Ceti

shimmering, nauseating lime-green and yellow glow around her stripes and mottled spots.

"Easy."

Loomi procured a piece of fabric from her pack, material created through Mist Weaving. She would be quick to use it to flick away the bile that had landed on the girl's clothes, all while using her empathic abilities to give off a soothing aura. It was the best she could do in hopes that the rest of the party could keep themselves composed.

"It's gonna be okay," Loomi assured. "Try to focus on something else for a moment. That always helps me whenever my stomach feels funny."

"Loomi, can you please check everyone over for injuries?"

Braze's voice was certainly a comforting one to hear. She knew he was okay, of course. The connection that they shared made it impossible to not feel his presence at any given time. Loomi was simply happy that he was here with her. The Godoan would nod, quickly shifting to looking over the rest of the group. Nothing major, fortunately. In fact the most serious injury seemed to be her own torn hip. Her limited medical experience would only find her people in relatively stable condition.

”Perhaps we should search for some medical supplies?”

"That would be perfect," the Godoan noted. "I-I believe my emergency pack is running dry. There aren't any critical injuries, b-but minor wounds could become infected. They'll need to be cleaned and treated."

It was just a matter of finding equipment to do it with. No pressure.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris took a breath as he continued to cut his way through the wreckage. He couldn't sense where people might be alive, he couldn't lift things with the use of the Force, he was in the middle of it, gripping the metal and wrenching it apart to toss rather large pieces of scrap aside so he could get deeper into the ship.

Not that he found anyone alive. He paused at each body, frowning only for a moment as he saw them.

He didn't like seeing the dead. He pushed on regardless, but.. He really didn't like seeing the dead.

 

[Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais]

Unfortunately, [IMG alt="Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/33/33215.jpg?1683159162[/IMG] Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais 's attempt to hurl the contents of his stomach was not out of sight. They instead landed right at Zaiya's skirt when he suddenly turned and shifted, sending warm, chunky, acrid fluid all over the robe.

The Lovalla froze. Nausea only became worse. Such was the sudden need to throw up herself that the natural bioluminescence of her skin began to reflect a shimmering, nauseating lime-green and yellow glow around her stripes and mottled spots.

It took several moments to steady himself before realization dawned on him that he had just thrown up over someone else's boots, apparently serenading another's robes...Wait, robes? There were other Jedi on board! Looking up at Zaiya Ceti , Jaitre went to say something but was quickly redirected by the consideration of Braze thoughtfulness for the mess that the Zeltron had just made.

Placing a reassuring hand on Jaitre's shoulder, he guided him away from the grisly scene. "Go settle your nerves... just sit down... it'll be okay," Braze encouraged softly, trying to provide some comfort in the midst of the disaster.

"Ugh, yeah. Sorry" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, moving towards one of the seats still in place to try and get a handle on himself. His head ached tremendously, almost louder than the others were talking. But then again, at least others were talking, right?

Thankfully, Loomi appeared to be tending to Zaiya to keep her from hurling too. Loomi was a welcome sight, one of the few Jaitre had met from Coruscant. The young Padawan spent most of his time at other Temples, his adoptive father having him learn from all the significant teachers and locations he had trained at. Thus, it wasn't uncommon for Jaitre to be around people he didn't know.

How many of them were still alive? The sight of the dead had caught him entirely off guard, though being aware that he would come across death sooner or later, he thought he'd have had more time to prepare for it. Not just something like this is thrust upon him. Naivity in its purest form.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Location: Unknown Planet.
Starship: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant.
Surviving Passengers: Directly interacting with Loomi Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais

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"Easy....It's gonna be okay," Loomi assured. "Try to focus on something else for a moment. That always helps me whenever my stomach feels funny."

The soothing sense from Loomi had an immediate effect on Zaiya. As a Lovalla, familial empathic bonds allowed Zaiya to convey her emotions through her bioluminescence properly. Without them, she would never be able to be as brilliant as a Lovalla with strong established family ties. As her parents had both died during the Battle of Commendor, she never had been able to establish those empathic bonds. This meant that instead of a burnished rose gold hue to her skin; the color appeared significantly dampened, almost dull. Only through expressing strong emotions would the brilliance truly shine and the stripes and mottled spots that decorated her skin like constellations glow.

Zaiya was not used to having another empathic near her, so feeling the soothing aura would naturally cause her color-shifting skin to relax. The silver hue of her base skin tone slowly began to fade into one of a dull rose gold hue, back to her natural skin color. In a positive spin to her emotions, her mottled spots along her jawline and over her shoulders began to shine silver.

Thankfully the nausea was kept at bay, and there was no need to throw her stomach contents. That didn't help the lingering acrid scent of vomit that lingered about her.

"Thank you," Zaiya squeaked out, voice muffled to Loomi.

"Ugh, yeah. Sorry"

At the Zeltron boy's apology, Zaiya shook her head from side to side, doing her best to not feel nauseated again.

"It's fine." Not really, but what else should she say? With as many bodies around them, it was understandable. Instead, Zaiya did her best to try and focus on what could be done. Taking the cloth spun by the mist weave, Zaiya did her best to clean herself off while Loomi went to assist others. Zaiya would have to change clothing, but who knew when that would happen.

As it was, she didn't have any medical skills or survival tricks. All she knew was electronics and cybernetics. Biting her lower lip, she held her breath, trying to clean up as much as she could. Once that was done, the Lovalla gave a glance around. Death, blood, and the acrid scent of vomit filled the air. Her skin color darkened from the dull rose gold to a flat brown, the scattering of marks along her cheeks and jawline flecked in yellow in sorrow.

What could she do? Help out anyone else who might be in need. She gave Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais a look. He didn't seem to have life-threatening injuries, so he should be okay, right?

 

[Kalira Aldan]

Location: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant crash site, Unknown Planet
Tags: Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais | Zaiya Ceti | Loomi | Braze | Aris Noble | OPEN
Outfit: Cloaked

The chaos continued. As the young survivors tended to each other and hopefully started on a plan for what should come next. Though Kalira’s gifts had been untrained, she was able to sense that the other survivors also seemed to have a stronger presence than an ordinary being. Perhaps that is why they all survived and others perished. Though the gifted youths seemed to come out the other side of the crash with only minor physical ailments, emotionally it appeared that most of them needed some sort of support. At least that was what Kalira took from the feeling of queeziness that she found radiated off of the young Zeltron and the young lady of a species unknown to Kalira. As the Zeltron young man emptied the contents of his belly, Kalira did her best not to be affected by the smell.

Thankfully one of the other survivors responded to Kalira’s statement about finding medical supplies. The distraction was just what Kalira needed in order to keep her own last meal in place. Kalira smiled at the antennaed girl, another species that Kalira was not familiar with. Though this crash was quite frightening, it also was presenting a lot of new experiences for Kalira. ”Um….Right,” Kalira stuttered as she realized that volunteering had now put her in charge of the quest to find the infirmary which logically had to be someplace on a ship carrying so many passengers.

”Well, I will be heading off to find some supplies then…” she gave a considering hum and looked off in every direction slowly gaining her barings. She recognized which direction was the general exit to the ship and where the dining area would be… ”I’m heading that way,” Kalira stated, pointing off in the direction that she guessed would be the most likely place to find the infirmary. ”If anyone wants to join me in the search.”

 

[Braze]

LOCATION:???
TAGS: @ Kalira Aldan Loomi Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais

Braze's voice cut through the air with an uncharacteristic sharpness, a clear sign of the seriousness of their situation. "Don't wander away from the group without a partner! We need to stay in pairs at least. We're in unfamiliar territory, and who knows what kind of dangers are lurking around here. So, stay within sight or at least within earshot of someone else," he insisted,

He had overheard someone in the group mention straying off alone, which spurred his sudden assertiveness.

He paused and moved to get a good look at who was about and took a silent head count of each person. This seemed like it might be the sum total of whom all was left. He wanted to make sure they didn't inadvertently gain more casualties on this trip.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris finally emerged from the wreckage. His gaze was hollow at this point. Numb. There were no survivors that he found. Just some people crushed, burnt, broken. All dead. He carried them out one by one, laying them out on the sands. Burial. It made sense for them to at least have a funeral, though he wasn't sure what he could burn to give them a proper send off.

He let out a sigh as he laid down the last. Clasped their hands over their chest, shut their eyes.

"You'll have to wait. I'm sorry."

He muttered his apology before he stood up. Straightened as he glanced to the other kids that had survived. He was the tallest, despite being one of the youngest. At least some of them he recognized.

"Don't wander away from the group without a partner! We need to stay in pairs at least. We're in unfamiliar territory, and who knows what kind of dangers are lurking around here. So, stay within sight or at least within earshot of someone else,"

"I'll go. We need to find food and water too." Focus on work. Focus on a task. Ignore the dead eyes he could still see. He stepped over, glancing towards Loomi. She was an actual medic, right? She seemed to be, despite still being a child herself. Then again, they were Jedi.

Being a kid didn't mean much in that case.

"Can you make a list of anything we should prioritize, Loomi?"

Braze | Loomi | Kalira Aldan | Zaiya Ceti | Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais

 

[Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais]

"I should probably help..." Jaitre admitted, having swallowed back down the contents of his stomach, keeping himself from barfing once more. It was less obvious, but his nausea had been sudden, and he was still feeling shaken from the sight of the dead. The others seemed to be holding up well. Although that was often expected of Jedi, and Jaitre had trained hard until now, training and seeing it all come apart in the real galaxy were entirely different.

'Your emotions have a larger influence on others, yet this can also be of benefit with the right state of mind'. Caedyn's words popped into Jaitre's head, his adoptive Father and a Jedi himself. Caedyn had been teaching the young Zeltron how to control his emotions and not leave himself so open to others, whether by their influence or his unintended influence over them.

Closing his eyes, Jaitre intently tried to imagine himself somewhere else, a calm, serene garden with wildlife and blue skies. A wonderful farce, an imaginary place meant to distract himself from the sudden disaster that had befallen them all. He was still very young, and his imagination and creativity were still wild, but after a short time of harnessing his concentration, his heart began to settle. As did his stomach.

Optional:
The others nearby might not have noticed anything had they not been watching Jaitre at all; however, with time, their anxieties and fears might subside. Not entirely, but certainly, their state of shock and sudden urgency might fall subject to Jaitre's racial ability to tug on the heartstrings of others, to influence their emotions based upon what he was feeling at the time. In this case, the young boy did what he could to settle himself and, in doing so, reached out to the rest of the group around him in order to try and provide them with a calm, level-headed composure.

Of course, no one needed it more than he did.

Liorra | Zaiya Ceti | Aris Noble | Loomi | Braze | Toby Perris | Kalira Aldan | Eloise Dinn | Kitter Bitters | Abishai Jade | Jun Chiyo

(Apologies, work has been mental)

 

[Braze]

LOCATION:???
TAGS: Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais Aris Noble Loomi Kalira Aldan Zaiya Ceti

Braze, with a solemn respect, completed the somber task of sorting through the belongings of the deceased. Methodically, he gathered anything of potential use, setting these items aside with a sense of reverence.

A few feet away, he began the arduous work of preparing graves. His focus was intense as he manipulated the soil, scooping and scraping to create suitably deep resting places. Though he lacked the natural affinity for earth manipulation that Ko Vuto possessed, Braze's efforts were fruitful. He replicated the technique as best as he could, driven by necessity.

The task was mentally and emotionally taxing. Braze persevered, understanding the importance of preventing the spread of illness and decay from the dead to the survivors. The air was heavy with the scent of disturbed lomi earth.

Braze instantaneously picked up on Jaitre's efforts having been hyper aware and hyper focused on every ones charged feelings he appreciated it. A relief washed over him as if some one had removed a few large stones of his load.

 

[Kalira Aldan]

Location: Public Transport From Svivren to Coruscant crash site, Unknown Planet
Tags: Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais | Zaiya Ceti | Loomi | Braze | Aris Noble | OPEN
Outfit: Cloaked

One of the white haired boys seemed to take charge, or at least responsibility for the welfare of the survivors at the moment. He demanded that they not wander off alone. Normally a strong suggestion, but Kalira wasn’t going to sit around on her hands if no one wanted to come along. Thankfully there was no verbal altercation necessary as another white haired boy announced he would come along, and asked someone called Loomi if there was something specific they should look for. Maybe Loomi was the girl with the antennae who had said her emergency pack was running dry. ”Anything will help I’m sure,” Kalira stated as she started moving towards the nearest doorway that would lead further into the crashed ship.

”I’m Kalira Aldan by the way.” Kalira announced to Aris and anyone close enough to hear. ”Seems like the rest of you are familiar with each other…to some degree. Are you Jedi? I could sense that each of you were…gifted… I am too. It just started to click with me though. Probably why no one from any Order sought me, way out on Garos IV.”

She reached the door and moved to open it, unconsciously trying the control first. Kalira hissed as her damaged finger touched the control panel. The door failed to open at the press of a button and Kalira sighed in her realization that power probably wasn’t still online after falling out of the sky. ”I’m untrained, but I have been able to move things. Think we can work together to open it?” she asked Aris with a timid smile on her face.

 

[Loomi]

Location: Unknown
Tags: Aris Noble , Braze , Jaitre Lanabre-Arenais, Zaiya Ceti , Kalira Aldan

"Can you make a list of anything we should prioritize, Loomi?"

"I-I don't know," Loomi stammered. "I-I'm not a medic. I just took a class on CPR one time."

This was a lot of pressure being placed on someone who was very much not a healer. She was scrambling to figure out, but everything was pretty overwhelming.

"G-give me a minute to think," she decided. "We should all get out of the ship for now."

If the roof caved in or something they'd all wind up dead, right? They probably needed to keep moving. Loomi would go to where Braze was, who was in the process of burring those who hadn't made it. She sighed, giving her friend a hug and placing her head on his shoulder.

"You didn't have to do that on your own," the Godoan told him. "You should have let me help you."

It wasn't pleasant to bury the dead.