Populate [GA] Broken Retreat — GA Populate of Aldhani

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

When the wall split apart, Valery burst into the room like a bolt of lightning. She shifted between enemies like a violet blur, cutting down one soldier after another. The Alliance may not have succeeded in taking over the Shipyards, but the assault had sparked much chaos, leaving many on both sides in disarray. To make it out of the shipyards alive, Valery planned to exploit every bit of chaos that was already there.

And cause even more to ensure her son would make it out.

No matter what, she would not allow him to be taken captive. Even if it meant sacrificing herself. Aris knew this, and so did the rest of the family waiting back at home for their return. Only Vera was out there, and Valery couldn't help but wonder if she was doing alright.

"Up ahead!" Valery called out, as they drew closer to the Hangars, "We've got Sith protecting the shuttles. Likely to box us and other survivors in."

Aris Noble Amelia von Sorenn ​

 

[Tuli]

"It's easy for those who can't see the whole picture to make up their own ideas of what a person or a people are. Even in the academy you can see it through the texts that have been written about other cultures, you only see that culture through that view point but you could read a dozen other texts on the same culture and glean a different opinion, it is the same with us."

She pulled out a datapad as they began to move along the lines of the dead.

"I was excited today, to be of use outside the academy walls, to get a glimpse into the adventures of war, because that's what the holos make it seem like." her ears drooped "but this is not an adventure, it's a nightmare. One that you and the men and women in your service go through, so that so many of us can live in peace."

She fell silent for a moment, contemplative.

"I just want to be able to help where I can. To bring a little light into the darkness."

Liram Angellus

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Aldhani
Objective: Save the pilots
Tag: Avery Vaaki

High up in the clouds, a lone shuttle broke the atmosphere and began hurdling itself to the surface at high speeds. The Galatic Alliance insignia plastered on the side of the ship revealed itself when it slowly came out of its camouflage, a rare sight in the skies of Aldhani which were littered with hostile ships searching for stragglers. For now, there were no ships nearby to cause the small crew problems as they flew close to the ground of the wartorn capital.

Let's just hope it kept that way.

"How close are we to the first pickup?" Silas asked the pilots as he stood in the cockpit archway, his eyes looking into the distant explosions of fighting ahead "One minute, we're picking up some pilots who are in the area first!" he replied back to the Jedi with no doubt in his tone. The last minute rescue crew was one of the few that managed to get through to the planet unscathed. Many others had either gotten too damaged or blown up when they tried to reach the planet.

As they approached the firefight down below, Silas patted the pilot on the shoulder and began walking over to the ramp which began to lower. They knew the plan going forward and if everything went to crap they knew well not to worry about the Jedi but for themselves. The last thing they wanted was more soldiers getting stranded, everything from now on needed to be perfect.

Without hesitation, the knight took a few steps back and suddenly ran forward at a lightning fast speed to jump out of the ship onto the rooftops above the downed pilots. Landing smoothly with a roll, he shot back up to his feet and swiftly ignited his lightsaber to run straight at the Sith soldiers who had been shooting at their ship.

Soon enough, the pilots below would see them falling to the street one by one in a smoking heap.
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[Liram Angellus]

5th Reactionary Fleet​

For anyone that wants to read it, The Angellus family history to this point Is here.
Angellus
Ewan Isaacs - CAG/SCAR Teams CO
LCaptain Halpern "Celestial City CO"
Captain Zev Tantor "Silver City" CO
Captain Rojuh Pouil "Valhalla" CO
Captain Scott Pouil - Flight Director 5th Fleet
Chief Gribbs - NCOIC 5th Fleet.
S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. - 5th Fleet A.I.
[ANY COMMUNICATIONS INSIDE THESE BRACKETS ARE THE RESULT OF COMMS COMMUNICATION]

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SECTOR: Hyperspace
ORDERS: Taking a headcount (Obj 1, Maybe 3)
WINGMATES: @Tuli
ENGAGING:

(OOC Note- Anyone on Obj 3 is more than welcome to be on Angellus’ “Celestial City” Supercarrier.)

Sometimes the simplest words…

… carry the biggest weight…

Make no mistake… He said, as he collected two more tags from fallen Marines. This is a … tragic… reality to what we go through every day. However this is something beautiful in service too. Something we all look for and experience daily. Pulling out a trait he learned from Caltin, he was healing himself (though unintentionally) by healing another, drawing strength from his own words.

When I see young ones, couples, whoever, able to walk and just enjoy a day, or just enjoy ice cream… there is a simplicity in that. There is an inspiration in that.. For the first time in days, he had a smile that was not forced.

These men… these women… they believed that as well… and yes… this is horrible to see and experience, but you know what, Tuli? May I call you “Tuli”? It’s empowering at the same time. They died so that I could live… I am going to make the most of it and make life better for everyone I can. Gathering a nametag and wings from a pilot, but not before putting a hand on her shoulder (she had served under him since he was a Wing Commander with the SJDF).

How about you?



WINGMATES: Tuli
ENGAGING:

 

[Alexander Hayes]

Location: Behind Enemy Lines
Objective: Survive
Tags: Open

Alexander bit down a pained groan as he jabbed himself with a stim. He had been part of a small Commando unit that had been tasked with sneaking deep behind enemy lines, and disrupting their supply lines. At one point they had discussed trying to take a shot at the main supply hub, but that plan was quickly shot down. Instead the squad had opted to enact some guerilla warfare, becoming a nuisance for the Sith forces.

That was, until the tide of the battle turned.

He wasn’t sure what had happened exactly, maybe the enemy had wizened up and delegated enough men to hunt them. But as Alex and his fellow commandos went in for a drop, they were suddenly besieged on all sides. The K’paur barely made it out, with no knowledge of what fate befell his fellow soldiers.

Not that Alex had much time to think of it, as his escape was almost intercepted by a rocket. Fortunately he had dodged it, but the secondary explosion it caused sent the K’paur through a nearby wall. He had blacked out for almost a minute, enough time for the enemy to close in on his position.

Only for sheer dumb luck to have his body concealed by fallen debris. Whether the Sith troops thought he was already dead, or had other priorities, they didn’t take the time to check either way. Once it was all clear, the K’paur pushed and clawed his way from beneath the rubble, and made a beeline away across the street.

Alex knew he didn’t have long until his consciousness properly clocked out. So he put all his focus in finding a ‘reasonable’ spot to hide himself. His choice was a towering building, ascending the seemingly endless stairs towards the top. Only to wind up finally succumbing to unconsciousness a flight of stairs short. By the time he stirred again, everything had become eerily quiet, at least as much as it could in a warzone.

The K’paur dragged himself out onto the rooftop, closing and sitting against the door. Alex jammed himself with another stim, this time an adrenal. He was going to need all he could get, if he was going to get his arse out of this situation.

Alex took a moment to survey his current situation. His rifle was busted, supplies were diminished, leaving him with only his blaster pistol and trusty knife.

He’d dealt with worse odds before.

The K’paur reached to his vest, grabbing his commlink. He turned it to an encrypted channel, one he knew Jedi and GADF had used in past joint operations. Alex only hoped others had thought to do the same.

“This is Lieutenant Hayes, if anyone is hearing this…I’m deep behind enemy lines and in need of exfil. Got separated from my squad, don’t know where they are. If anyone is hearing this…” Alex paused, debating if he should provide a location. “Just let me know, I’ll be on the move.”

 

[Zalia Vexhammer]

Spoiler: Screw It, This is now my Banner

OOC Note: I usually draw more than one art piece per thread, but I can't risk getting burned out, so I'll stick to one per thread

//STATUS: On The Move//
//Location: Echnos City//

Plink. Plink.

Thud, Thud.

Two Sith soldiers fell to the ground, with Zalia quickly moving up with quick footsteps, halting in front of the bodies and swinging her weapon around with another succession of shots from her blaster rifle and right into their helmets, all while the sounds of crumbling ruins and military grade explosives going off in the background. Blaster fire was exchanged between hollowed out husks of buildings, one or two shadowy figures moved through the streets, at most groups of six or twelve, squads of infantry cleaning out the city thoroughly, at least in this district.

She had gotten lucky to find two isolated soldiers, no different than herself in the danger they posed, simple infantry with a capacity for fire superiority in both number and training with their rifles. If one thing rang through her mind when fighting against any enemy, it was that she was lucky to have a first strike, for without the element of surprise she would've died like anyone else. Just like them. For all of her emotionless patriotism and propaganda-filled mind, taking the lives of her enemy never felt like a victory. But that had nothing to do with morality or thinking about lives- just that taking a life risked bringing attention to her position. Still wasn't a defeat either, which could only be remarked as "Acceptable performance."

"Team One, Team Three, come in. Team One, Team Three, come in. Over." The commlink she had was alive with a familiar voice, it seems the second team wasn't dead, just silent. She quickly turned and moved toward some ruins, hopping over some rubble and sliding deeper into a darkened abyss of more ruins and a obliterated fighter, on that crashed all the way into this caved-in foundation. It had become more of a deepened crater, a mess of toppled ruins surrounding it, a ramshackle mess of wall with holes punched through from explosives. It was a mess, like the city.

"Team Three is combat ineffective, casualties 75%, I'm all that's left. Over." Zalia observed the ruins surrounding her, the sounds of armored vehicles moving along and voices yelling echoing past smoke and debris, far off down streets and down ruined blocks were the movement of figures, armed, Sith military personnel effectively sweeping the area. Being spotted by them wasn't an option.

"Material? Over." The voice coldly asked "I have explosives and medical. Over." The military chatter continued "Uploading our position to your wrist map, make your way here. Over." With a mere question "Mission? Over."

"Friendly victor in our AO, still operational, we're removing it. No more time, make your way here, Team Two out." Active victor? A vehicle still in operation? Words were key in communication, with the word lacking 'abandoned' or 'immobile' seeming... strange. Perhaps both sabotage and asset retrieval were underway.

Asset retrieval as in people, but, she didn't bother thinking much about them.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Judah had no memory of how he got to be in the bacta tank. He remembered the governor’s manor falling on top of him one moment, and the next his eyes had fluttered open in the tank he now floated in. He remained in and out of consciousness for some time. It would not be until later that he would learn of the effort Connel Vanagor made to reach the fallen master. Judah had fortuitously fallen into a sewer line and had been carried away from where the Sith would have expected to find his body.

The Shadow would have died without Connel’s discovery.

In a weakened state, Judah had used the last of his strength to give the younger shadow one name. Cambria Zadira . The Twi’lek master would know what to do, and what Judah needed. Regardless of what the outcome would be, Judah needed a familiar face, and one who would understand the darkness he had faced.

Srina Talon had made him doubt the justification of the Alliance’s attack on Echnos City. Quietly, and on his own, Judah would investigate the truth. It was what he had always done. The older Lesan was not a Jedi because he claimed loyalty to any order. Judah was a Jedi because he followed the light, wherever it led. The Shadow had fought corruption among other orders he had found himself part of, if it existed in this Alliance, he would combat it as well.

His hope was that he found none.

Pain jolted him awake.

His lucid moments were few and far between still. The concussion, broken ribs, and the loss of his right arm once more, had left him broken. The Phobis Device had crushed his spirit. Later he would recount the moment he had wished death would take him. Much of his life had been given in service to the light, and yet it demanded he live.

Red demanded he live.

Katara Starkos-Lesan visited his most desperate moments. The Jedi could never tell if it was the force allowing him to see her, or just a drummed up interaction with her so his subconscious mind could will him to live. Regardless, the visions at times made him long for the moment they would be reunited. He loved her in a way he knew he could never love another. It was not fair to anyone else to offer his heart when it still belonged to the fiery Corellian that had stolen it so long ago. Perhaps there was one who could truly compete, but why put them in the position to do so.

Judah was broken, and a former shell of the man which had left Alliance space for Echnos City. There was no telling the things which the force still wanted of him. That did not matter now. The only thing which did was that he survived. Katara had not told him he could die yet, so for now he had to live.

Cambria was going to be pissed.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

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"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]

LOCATION : "Celestial City" - Hyperspace | OBJECTIVE : 3 |
TAG (FRIENDLY) : Judah Lesan | OPEN

The SIckbay was busy and raucous and crazy at the moment, full of injured, incapacitated and "walking wounded". One of them is causing even more of a ruckus as he was up and throwing anyone who would come near him into anything he could throw them into. Lt. Bren Alazar was suffering from severe blood loss, a heavy grade concussion and other injuries, and was walking on pure adrenaline right now. He was hurting others, and was going to hurt himself. This needed to stop, and finally....

That's enough! Reaching out through the Force, Connel Vanagor immobilized the Special Forces operator through the Force. Once orderlies were able to inject him with a sedative, Connel levitated the man back into bed so that he could finally get some much needed, and much deserved rest.

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"Thank you, Master Jedi." shouted one relieved Nurse.

Sorry, but get your house in order. You know what that guy can do, make the adjustments. He was long finished being diplomatic. Connel would never be "rude", but he no longer bothered to sugar coat anything. If anyone had issue with his words, it was on them, not him.

He was here for someone else anyway.

Pulling his mask off so it hung off the back of his neck (like a hoodie), He sat next to the bacta tank of Judah Lesan . A Jedi he had known all of his life, a Jedi, a man he had nothing but respect for. Not just because he was the type of Shadow that Connel wanted to be, he was a good man. Inspiring and respectable. It made him angry to think about what happened. He could have found the Hero of Korriban sooner, he could have done something... instead he was following a lead he shouldn't have. Something about it was wrong, sure he wouldn't have found Judah if he didn't, but still...

Oh well... thoughts for another time.

Right now, he was going to sit back in the chair next to Judah and wait. Admiral Angellus (he won't call his distant cousin "Liram" on his ship) knew he was here and was okay with it. Anyone who tried to get him to move would have to talk to the flag officer.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

NO WAY OUT​

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Equipment: M58 Medical Remote | Series II Aid Kit | Helm​

Weapons: AT-NB5 Blaster Pistol​

Vessel: Kesh II Modular Transport (Medical Configuration)​

Support: Seventy-Seven | Two Danica series HRDs​

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The space above the planet was littered with the wrecks of once proud Warships of various sizes. The longer evidence of a conflict that had already begun to degrade due to gravity. Pieces of the vessels had already begun to fall towards the planet, the long streaks of fire lighting up the skies as they plunged through the atmosphere. Somewhere below, facing untold dangers, we’re still those fighting to live, to make it back home.​

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“There… that’s our way down…”​

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Amelia pointed to a larger section of a warship, its orbit already degrading as it began to plunge toward the surface. It would be a risky maneuver, however, it was the best chance they had to slip in unnoticed by the Sith patrols both on the ground and in space. The old ship growled to life, its engines roaring in the dead of space as it pushed itself forward, finally free to move once more. Amelia smiled softly, her hand running along the control console before lightly patting her hand against the top. ​

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“You’ve got this…”​

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She said in a hushed whisper, as though she were treating the vessel like one would treat a beloved pet or animal. The transport slipped forward as it began to make its way toward the debris field. ​

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“Scanners are picking up Starfighter Patrols in the area, Ma’am.”​

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Amelia growled slightly as she maneuvered the vessel into the debris of a warship. If they were going to be of any use, they needed to avoid the patrols in the area. She kept telling herself the same thing, over and over, those little words. ​

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“Don’t do anything stupid…”​

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“Ma’am, we’re receiving a distress call from the surface.”​

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Amelia quickly punched it through, listening carefully. As much as she wanted to answer back that she was on her way, she understood that they had to remain silent, at least for the moment. The list of individuals she intended to collect had already increased, and it was likely to do so again before the day was done. ​

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Valery Noble | Aris Noble | Alexander Hayes ​

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[Avery Vaaki]

TAG: Silas Westgard
Location: Aldhani
Objective: Escape!
Key: Avery, Ori

Another blaster bolt would strike the downed Y-Wing, as both of the pilots returned fire. Avery found herself taking down two sith troopers at once while, Ori was able to take down another. But this resistance seemed rather futile. The enemy continued to grow in number and they continued to close in on the pair. When Ori popped out once more to fire at the oncoming Sith troopers, she instead got shot in the arm. She screamed out in pain and went to clutching her right arm. Avery fired off a couple more shots as she then looked down at Ori, a worried expression on her face. Another blaster bolt whizzed passed Avery and the cybernetic woman returned fire only to duck down, to check on her co-pilot.

"Kriff..Ori.." Avery would say "I..we need to go. They are going to surround us."

"Avery..I dont think I am gonna be much good with my arm shot like this. You should at least try to escape.." Ori replied "I..can buy you time."

"Don't say that. Kriff, I do not want to be the sole survivor of this!" Avery shouted. A Sith trooper would turn the corner and Avery shot him between the eyes, the soldier falling to the ground dead. "Come on Ori, I am going-"

Avery heard footsteps, near them. Above them? She would look up to see a figure drop down, rolling in front of them both. Then the ignition of a lightsaber. Avery and Ori's eyes widened as they watched the figure cut down the Sith troopers in front of them. Either by blocking their shots or cutting them down with ease. Even in the heap of smoke of blaster fire, it seemed like the Jedi was winning with ease.

"Looks like we got help after all.." Avery said with a relief.

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Somewhere in Echnos City
Armour: Personal Armour
Equipment: Rotary Cannon, blaster pistol, thermal detonators, beskad.
Tag: Open

"They abandoned us! Fled without even making sure we all got out!"

"We die trying to win their wars and this is the thanks we get?!"

"Damn Jedi. No better than the Sith here! Why should we even go back?"

"We fight for liberty. We fight for peace." Tarw spoke firmly as he stepped from the shadows, "the Sith didn't just defend their city, they weaponised the fear and pain, they slaughter hundreds of civilians to ensure that we could not fight. That we lost the will to fight." Tarw had struggled with whatever had been triggered to force civilians to turn mad. It hadn't affected him initially, but he knew that there would be soldiers who would be struggling with the after affects of something that could turn them mad.

They had found a tunnel that was safe for now, however, they still needed a way off the world. "We aren't trapped here. Not yet. We have options, we just need to keep pushing forward. We are soldiers, we are warriors. We fight to save others." His voice was convicted and in the belief that everything they had done till now was in the pursuit of justice.

He placed his massive cannon against the wall of the tunnel, "look, we need to get out of the city. We need to get to safety and there are still going to ships fleeing here." Tarw knew deep down that the situation was bad. He had purposefully chosen the position of being one of the last to leave the moon. Several soldiers had looked to him because they saw that he pushed forward where they refused. He was refusal in the fact they faced impossible odds. Every soldier behind Tarw felt like ten more.

"I am not bullshitting the matter, we are in a tight spot. But I will get us out of it. I swear."

"Did you see him earlier? He fought every imperial trooper he could!" One whisper spread.

"I swear he took half a million blaster fire solo and even survived a thermal detonator thrown his way!" An outlandish rumour was spread while he was speaking. But Tarw took whatever hope he could.

He rather the soldiers believe he was invincible than turn on those they were sworn to serve. "We move to an airlock on three. I'll cover everyone. Just run as fast as you can."

Tarw lifted his rotary cannon up and it was clear he was more than capable of providing covering fire. He looked back at the group of twenty or so Alliance soldiers and nodded to them. "Three, two, one... Go, go, go!!!" Tarw shouted out as he was the first out of the tunnel and raining down fire towards any imperial force that attempted to stand in their way to the airlock.

 

[Aris Noble]

"We make a path for the other survivors then." That was the best idea to have, given the nature of the retreat. The more they could bring back, the better. So as Valery cleaved through the enemy soldiers, Aris turned his attention outwards. He clicked off the dampener that Zaiya had made for his ears and listened. Then struck. He'd rip open the hallway, giving allied soldiers that were pinned down a path out with the two Jedi. Floors and ceilings weren't off limits either.

They would escape, but they'd escape with as many as they could.

Valery Noble | Amelia von Sorenn

 

[Lily Decoria]

Objective: 3
Attire: Jedi Outfit
Equipment: Cross guard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (Concealed)
Tag: Open

Lily had not taken part in the front line assault on the moon of Sluis Van, something that she was regretting. She assumed that the taking of the moon had been all but guaranteed, or at least the Jedi were going to be able to establish a base of operations to move forward. However, she had been wrong and she was not dealing with proceeding the advances of the Alliance that she assumed would be her task post the invasion, instead she had been tasked with ensuring the lives recovered from Sluis Van were not lives lost.

While Lily was not a healer by nature, she had been raised in the same family as Kat Decoria the first Jedi in their family and one of the most infamous Jedi Healers. However, her aunt was very much missing from this mission, something that Lily was infuriated by. Something that Lily was going to have to chase. She knew that Kat would never miss a mission of this importance unless she was needed elsewhere or she decided that there was another mission that needed her attention more.

All that Lily could offer was the memories she held of what Kat and Shan Pavond had taught her. For now, she was assigning triage and informing the actual healers who was a priority in recovery and how could wait longer. Nothing that could ease the burden in her soul since she knew that she was assigning some to live while she was dooming others to a painful slow death.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's violet blade hummed through the air as she slashed down the final enemy soldier blocking their path. With a glance towards Aris, she nodded, her breath steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "We'll clear as many paths as we can." She moved swiftly, aiding in guiding the pinned-down soldiers to safety, using her lightsaber to carve through bulkheads and barriers.

But then, something in the Force shifted.

Valery paused mid-step, her senses tingling as something echoed in the Force — While Amelia von Sorenn was Force-dead, her arrival still sent a tremor in the Force. Rescue was on its way, and that hope was something she could feel, offering her a surge of relief. Without hesitating, she activated her commlink and sent a secure message, her voice calm yet firm.

<This is Master Noble. We need immediate extraction from the shipyards. Confirm ETA and approach.>

She clipped the device back to her belt and turned to Aris. "Help is coming but they will need time to reach us. Help me protect the survivors."

Aris Noble Amelia von Sorenn ​

 

[Ran Serys]

Broken Retreat: Obj. III - Licking Wounds​

Tags: Roman Vossari

Hearing her name brought Ran back from the depths of emotion. With her head out of her hands she took another deep breath in effort to center herself. The young Jedi, Roman Vossari, stood before her. Her chemical yellow eyes settled on him, staring.

"You have already helped me so much more than you know," She answered cryptically and pushed away from the wall. Her posture grew straight, and an air of confidence returned to her silhouette. She wasn't an actor, and she wasn't a liar but she struggled to let the padawan see her be so vulnerable. She drew strength from within herself and then she drew on the force to further that strength.

"Now grab those supplies and follow me." Ran spoke confidently, before crossing the threshold of the medical bay. Feelings outstretched she probed the room with the force to find those in need of their help. Everyone in some capacity needed attention, but to the youngest and oldest of patients Ran would go. Everything from dressing wounds to using the force as a salve for their pain. Roman assisting every step of the way.

"Did you take part in the battle, Padawan Roman?" She asked. Regardless if his answer was yes or no, the question that followed was the same. "Why?" She asked, wanting very much to know his answer.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Objective III - Licking Wounds
Tag: Ran Serys



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Roman stood with a mix of admiration and trepidation as he watched Knight Serys regain her composure. Her strength radiated through the medical bay, a beacon amidst the chaos left by the battle. Though he had not participated in the conflict, he felt deeply the weight of its aftermath.

As Ran's eyes met his, he felt a connection deeper than words could convey. She had struggled but now emerged like a phoenix from the ashes, and he drew inspiration from her resilience. He gathered the supplies on the nearby table, his movements swift and practiced, though his mind was still racing with unspoken questions about the battle and the toll it had taken on those who fought.

He followed her guidance through the medical bay, eyes darting from patient to patient, feeling the remnants of fear and pain linger in the air. The Force whispered to him, guiding his actions as he supported Knight Serys every step of the way. He dressed wounds, gently laid a comforting hand upon the shoulder of a frightened soldier, used the Force to instill a sense of calm amidst the chaos. In those moments, he felt a flicker of confidence igniting within him, one he'd never truly known before.

Roman listened to Ran's question, his heart heavy with thoughts he had stewed over since the day began. He swallowed hard, uncertain of how to articulate the truth. "No, Knight Serys." he replied, taking a moment to find the right words. "I... I wasn't ready for something like that. I stayed behind, trying to prepare myself for when it was over--but I didn't imagine it would be like this." He gestured around the bay, at the people still suffering, and a sense of guilt worked its way through him.

Roman took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening as he kept his eyes on her. "I needed to be here, to help those in need." He paused. The unspoken concern loomed between them, but he wanted to tread carefully. "If you need to talk about any of it." he added, searching for a softer approach, "I'm here to help, I can listen."

Feeling the weight of his words, Roman held her gaze, determined to offer support without encroaching on her vulnerability. He was a Padawan, still learning, still trying to help where he could.

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[Lt. Bren Alazar]

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Galactic Alliance 305th Special Forces Unit - Codename "Omega Squad"​

You know those types you ​

don't want to meet in a dark alley? ​

Yeah, we scare them.​

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Barachiel, Uriel, Jegudiel, Jeremiel, Salathiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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“We trusted you…”

The collected voices of his team roared through the nightmare he was experiencing under sedation.

“You are responsible…” The voice of the Sith Lo… Warma… Wolf… whatever he is… “You did this…”

“You did this…” not the Sith’s voice this time… but voices he had never heard before. Voices of the dead, or at least ones he would think to be dead. Ones in the doomed domed Echnos City. The dread of hearing them only superseded by viewing them rise to their feet. Not in some horror holo-flick one would watch with a date on Benduday(https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Benduday) night but just standing there.

Before long it was the fallen that were in one of the launch bays of the Carrier, one by one they stood up, flags draped over them, again, not moving, just standing there to be noticed.

“This was supposed to be easy.”

“Get in… get out…”

“Right?”

“I trusted you with them…” Not the voice he was expecting to hear… Admiral Angellus… “You aren’t ready for this…”

“He never was…” The voice he was expecting… Captain Aien Mueller, the original “Azrael” and previous team leader. “I should never have retired. He’s disgraced the legacy.”


His mind was going all out in a seizure now… again drawing the attention of nurses and residents. They were doing their best, but it was as if his seizure worked off of his instincts, his body was not just "flailing" but defending each move toward it.

All the while if one watched, his eyes were closed but one could see them moving rapidly underneath the eyelids. It was... disturbing to watch... as if he was about to breathe his last breath. But he wasn't. Out of nowhere, with a gasp, he woke up... and sat up.

Looking around. In serious pain, and heavily sedated... but self aware...

Could I get a datapad? I have some work I should do.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Iris Arani

"Don't... Focus on the colors. Loose yourself in them if it helps, but keep them bright."

Iris's voice, though firm, was a lifeline as she pulled Zaiya into her vivid world of colors. Despite the urgency, there was comfort in the way the Jedi Knight wove the Lovalla teen into the vibrant spectrum, wrapping Zaiya in hues that felt both soothing and invigorating. It was like being submerged in a sea of light, each color pouring into her, reigniting her strength.

Zaiya could feel it -- this deep connection, not unlike the resonance she'd felt from her parents back home. It was familiar, yet new. The colors weren't just around her; they were inside her, filling her with life. Iris had opened a door to something that resonated on a level Zaiya had never experienced before.

No, she wasn't completely alone. Iris was a testament to that. Here. Now.

Okay. Just breathe. Focus on the colors.

With her eyes closed, Zaiya visualized it. She imagined herself reaching into those colors, grabbing handfuls of bright, vivid hues. Slowly, she spread them -- over herself, over the people around her, over the darkened despair that had been weighing them all down. The inky black shadows in her mind and around them started to lift, just a little, as she worked. Stroke by mental stroke, she painted over the darkness.

The silver-gray that had overtaken her skin began to shift, slowly brightening to a pale rose, warm and soft. It wasn't perfect. The darkness wasn't gone. But it was easing, little by little, with every splash of color. One vibrant stroke at a time.

There was a subtle shift, and the panic would ease from the civilians and GA Forces near them. Now was the time move, to do what they could do and retreat.

 

[Cambria Zadira]

DELIVERANCE

Aboard the Angellus "Celestial City"
Medbay

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The Rutian Twi'lek steeled herself for what she was about to see. Over the years from their early days together with the Army of Light until now, both Judah Lesan and herself had seen their fair share of battle injuries, but none had been near-fatal. The Jedi partners had always been there for one another as a sword and shield...

Well, that wasn't the full truth of the matter. The falling out after Katara Starkos-Lesan 's death had seen them go their separate ways until recent years. They had reconciled their differences and forgave the harsh words shared with each other. She was a Jedi Guardian and he was a Jedi Shadow. Their individual strengths and weaknesses had made the two Master Jedi a good pair in service to the Force, but then again the Corellian was a Lesan so there was that too; stubborn and reckless to a fault. Cambria's middle name for Judah was ' Trouble', and this was a sure example of it.

He should have waited for me... I, I could have saved him from himself.

A heavy sigh came to her naturally berry-colored lips as she entered the very busy medical bay. Funny how that was not an unusual response from Cambria regarding the man's antics.

It was not hard for the Jedi Master to find Judah helplessly floating in a bacta tank and a sentry figure keeping watch. She quickly released her raw emotions felt for her dear friend into the Force and then clamped down her mental shields. He needed her to be strong and with a sound mind to see him through into recovery and beyond.

Cambria slowed and then stopped in front of the cylindrical tank of thick gelatinous liquid. She paused for a moment to take in the mangled form before her, then pushed back the hood of her sienna brown cloak and turned her head as twin lekku unfolded from around her neck. A pair of gold-speckled hazel orbs gazed upon the man sitting in the chair ever so dutiful. From the looks of him, he was another shadow as Judah was.

"I am Cambria Zadira. Are you the one who sent me the message? How is... Master Lesan?" the blue-skinned Twi'lek Jedi asked of Connel Vanagor .

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

NO WAY OUT​

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Equipment: M58 Medical Remote | Series II Aid Kit | Helm​

Weapons: AT-NB5 Blaster Pistol​

Vessel: Kesh II Modular Transport (Medical Configuration)​

Support: Seventy-Seven | Two Danica series HRDs​

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"Ma'am, secure message coming in from the surface... It's the Jedi Grandmaster." ​

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Amelia's attention snapped to her copilot, her golden-yellow hues falling upon Seventy-Seven before she looked back towards the planet. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to center herself, to calm her mind before nodding silently. Her finger pressed firmly against the console, the message slipping through the internal speakers. She was alive, and she was on the move, both of which were good signs. However, there was still the risk of responding, secure or not, if the enemy picked up the hint that messages were being sent...​

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"Don't do anything stupid..." ​

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Amelia whispered to herself before she looked around the vessel, the corpse of the larger warship keeping them shielded still for the moment as she carefully plotted out the flight path. She watched as the remnants of the larger vessel began its slow descent toward the surface, a soft smirk crossing her lips as she firmly pressed a button on the console to open the channel to respond. ​

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"This is Sanguine-One to Alliance Forces, approaching via Star Fall, ETA minus five... May the Force Be With You." ​

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She cut the channel as she pressed the controls forward, the old transport roaring to life again as it tore itself from the corpse of the warship. Debris from the vessel being thrown out around the transport, helping to shield it, at least momentarily, from sensors; appearing as unexploded ordnance finally detonating. Amelia quickly maneuvered the vessel towards the larger warship debris, watching as parts began to sheer off of the structure as it began its descent through the atmosphere. ​

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Large pieces became engulfed in flames, trailing smoke as they plummeted to the surface below. The old Kesh II Transport slipped into the debris field, following in its wake as it used the remnants of the warship to shield itself during its approach. The vessel shook, shuddering under the intense turbulence as it narrowly missed being struck by debris. All the while it roared through the sky like a carrion bird following a beast to its demise. ​

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Valery Noble | Aris Noble | Alexander Hayes​

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