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Populate [GA] Picking Up the Pieces | GA Populate of Onderon

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(Tag: Ares Dargir Ares Dargir , OPEN)

Emergence from hypserspace led to what both would suspect: A derelict ship of Alliance design, floating amidst the stars in smoking, decaying condition. The life force within were several, Jack could feel them from here, hazel eyes narrowed in concentrated sympathy for their plight: Losing their home, now this...

Now the three escape pods hovering close by the ship, their own engines evidently malfunctioned. A fourth was a smoking wreckage, no life to rescue there, tragically.

In a surge of action, Jack gripped the throttle of the shuttle and arched them forwards, moving with care if urgent, time being of the essence. No telling how much life support remains in the smaller vessels.

"We'll rescue the escape pods, then head for the ship." Zero discussion was held in his voice, Jack's features resolute. Soon enough, they were reaching the first pod, its light dimming in the vacuum of space, indicating the state they were in.

And the danger should they linger.
 
Objective: Obj. 4
Equipment: Curved-Hilt Lightsaber, Jedi Clothes, Comlink, Utility Toolbelt
Tag: Jack Wright Jack Wright | OPEN

It wasn’t that long of a jump as they had exited hyperspace. This time Ares was prepared for the sudden pull, and yet the sighting that loomed before them was not a pretty one. Ares noted how the ship lazily drifted along the sea of stars in a smoking husk. Escape pods floated alongside the ship, and one of them was effectively destroyed. For once, Ares had hoped that his instincts were wrong.

Ares scanned the disabled ship and pods for any signs of life, and the sensors picked up signatures within all except for the wreckage. Without a word, Master Jack surged forward as they rapidly approached the ships. Now was definitely not the time to argue. Especially when lives were on the line. Ares hummed in acknowledgement as Jack laid out the plan to rescue those in the pods first. The Padawan had gotten up from his seat as Jack approached one of the escape pods that they were to rescue.

He donned the space suit as the blonde was gearing up for zero-g exploration. His mind still felt like there was a weight pushing his thoughts down. A veil that was uncharacteristically cold and devoid of life. A veil that Ares couldn't shake off. At least he was able to focus on putting on the suit.

”Alright, I’ll guide them through.” Ares spoke up to Master Jack as the man attached a safety line to his suit with a mechanical click. All the Padawan needed was the green light from the Jedi Knight himself. His eyes trying to focus on the airlock, yet that nagging sensation in the back of his mind kept robbing the man of his senses. It was never this bad before, so why was the Force kept pulling him like so?
 
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(Tag: Ares Dargir Ares Dargir , OPEN)

Nearing just close enough, Jack hovered the shuttle right beside towards the pod besides without graze, frowning in concentration. Once settled, he slowed to a halt, and inclined over his seat, throwing Ares a thumbs-up.

Signalling he was good to go. He'll hold the line here and keep an eye on sensors, trusting the young Padawan as was mandatory between Jedi.
 

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"Cinnamon, what-"

Still partially dazed from her own extraction, Cora didn't react to racyon's grabby hands and incessant chittering right away. It wasn't until Cinnamon began scaling her leg, grasping for her own hand, did she gain a sudden understanding.

Firstly, there was her companion, looking hurt, somewhere in a red-lit metal room, laying on the ground. Secondly, the fluffy-haired one, also hurt, was lying under rubble.

Cora's head jerked back, her vision going white. She caught a glimpse of Azurine, unconscious in a red-tinted industrial setting. A ship? A prison?

A heavy weight of cold dread settled in her chest. It was dragged down into her stomach at the image of Aadihr, also injured, pinned beneath debris.

Each vision had only lasted a moment, but they were a shock to her system.

"No…" she whispered, her mouth twisting into ugly shapes of strain. A silent cry suppressed. Azzie's presence could not be felt in the immediate area, but Aadihr's…

Cora looked from Cinnamon to the direction she had tried to herd her in. Her gaze drifted back to the racyon, to those big brown eyes.

Help.

He's in there?


A gasp forced its way from the back of her throat. "Aadihr!"

Her legs were moving before the realization had fully sunk in. A second shot of adrenaline pulsed through her blood, invigorating tired muscles. Where Cinnamon would lead, Cora would follow.

Cinnamon Cinnamon | Aadihr Lidos Aadihr Lidos
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TAG: Shan Shan

"Please do. It's probably the best investment I've ever made. Though, you are liable to run into Jenn Kryze Jenn Kryze if you pop by. She practically owns the pool now on that ship. Not that I'm complaining." Jonyna let out a weak chuckle. "I could cook us both a good meal, and put on a movie. Even if you don't sleep, every jedi deserves a good meal and a movie. You can quote me as a council member on that."

 


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Tag: Diogo Talon
Vera smirked beneath her rebreather, flicking a glance toward Diogo as he activated his mag boots. "You sure you wanna share your secrets? If I start outshining you, you'll have to find a new gimmick," she quipped, her voice laced with amusement despite the eerie weight pressing down on them.

The ship was wrong. It wasn't just dead — it was dying, groaning under its own emptiness, its very frame sagging like it knew its time was up. Diogo's lightsaber cast shadows against the walls, making the twisted metal and broken panels look even more skeletal. Even though Vera could feel the flickers of life, they were distant, buried somewhere within the wreckage.

"I can find them," she said, stepping ahead, her boots echoing softly in the stillness. She didn't need the sensors — her senses stretched outward, brushing against the lingering presence of survivors. She felt them — worn and fragile, but still alive.

Her hand shifted toward her saber, just in case, as she started moving. "Come on," she murmured, "They're deeper in — toward what's left of the main hold." But just as she stepped forward, the ship shuddered. Not a simple groan, not the settling of metal under pressure. This was different.

The sound of a ship docking against the hull sent a sharp clunk reverberating through the corridors, a sign of a magnetic seal locking into place. Vera froze mid-step, her breath catching for just a second before her instincts snapped into place. They weren't alone. Her gaze flicked toward Diogo, her posture shifting subtly, "That wasn't our ship," she muttered, already reaching for her weapon.


 
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Daring Rescue



A sharp, almost whimpering sound escaped from the small, cream and russet-colored Racyon as she squeezed Cora's hand. Good, her message went through. She wasn't exactly sure of the context behind everything, or even the ramifications, but she knew something had to be done. It was then that Sugar, Aadihr's sludgespawn, finally caught up to the frantic running Cinnamon, bonking his squishy head against Cora's leg. The two were quite an unlikely pair, really. But at that moment, it didn't necessarily matter.

Cinnamon gave a quick nod of her head, launching herself off of Cora and into a sprint to lead toward the smell, Sugar somehow grabbing onto her side as she did so. She knew he was under the water somehow; the vision showed leaking and water-soaked flooring. She zipped as fast as she could across the broken landscape, looking for anything that could take them where they needed to go.

A couple of other scents flitted to her nose—stinky like death and darkness. It made her skid to a halt and let out a soft hiss. Near an opening in the building that seemed to extend both upward and downwards into the water, a group of Sith acolytes and troopers seemed to be guarding what looked like a crumbling elevator shaft.

Cinnamon didn't hesitate, creeping forward at the edge of the building and slinking in between two of them at their feet while Sugar caught their attention. It didn't take her very long to tie the shoelaces of one man with a rather thick accent to that of another while they were busy watching the sludgespawn bounce around.

"Oi, wha' you reckon that thing is?" And when he tried to take a step forward, the two tumbled rather quickly to the ground, causing all hell to break loose around them.



 

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Objective 1: Licking Wounds
Tags: Colette Colette | Aris Noble Aris Noble

The redhead offered a small smile as Colette returned her greeting. Katherine knew some of what she was currently going through, especially the desire to not be kept still for long periods of time. It was something common between the both of them, frequently wanting to be doing something rather than sitting around.

Well…Katherine wasn’t always like that at least. At the beginning she was content just sitting somewhere and reading. But that came along with a whole lot of baggage that had kept her younger self terrified of stepping outside of her comfort zones.

That girl feels like an age ago now…

Katherine caught the gesture from Aris, and returned it with a knowing nod of her head. He didn’t need to say a word for her to know how thankful he was that Colette was safe. The bond between the Nobles was strong, indomitable.

The Valkyrie smiled as she looked over at the triplets. Katherine remembered the drawings they had done for her, to welcome her back home during the time when she had been injured. She had no doubt Colette would be inundated with her own before long, if not already.

 

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Dean's smirk deepened at Katarine's quip, his grip on the controls steady as he threw her a sideways glance. "What can I say? It's got good taste," he murmured, clearly amused. Trouble did have a way of finding him — but maybe that was part of the fun. He was about to say something else when the comms crackled to life. The encrypted transmission came through fragmented, but the desperation in the voice was unmistakable. Jedi Shadow Aymeric. Holed up. Injured. Requesting evacuation.

Dean's jaw tightened slightly, his focus sharpening.

He caught Lily's movement out of the corner of his eye as she shifted closer, offering to co-pilot. He nodded slightly but didn't relinquish the controls. "Take the comms," he told her, his tone all business now. "See if you can get through to him. Confirm his coordinates, check his condition." They needed details — where exactly he was, what kind of resistance they'd be facing if they tried to extract him.

His gaze flicked to Katarine next, trusting her instincts as much as his own. "I'll get us through this asteroid field," he said, adjusting their trajectory as he spoke, "But I need you helping navigate — watch for debris, gravity shifts, anything that's gonna make this trickier than it already is." He trusted himself to handle the flying, but the more eyes on their approach, the better.

And with that, he pushed the throttle forward, threading their ship deeper into the maze of rock and shadow.

Unaware of the other kind of tension inside the cockpit.



 


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No way, no way, I think you need a new one


Tags: Dean Walker Dean Walker Lily Decoria Lily Decoria Aymeric Prendergast Aymeric Prendergast


Katarine felt a surge of annoyance as Lily slid closer to Dean and offered to take the controls. Was it really necessary to sit that close to the man? She tried to hide the emotions on her face, realizing that Lily was a padawan in the Order and that it was Kat's job to guide the student. The crack about Dean working with two gorgeous Jedi was also noted and rubbed Kat the wrong way, though honestly it did sound like something Kat would say herself. Still ... she did not like it coming out of the padawans mouth.


When Lily asked for confirmation that they should save the man Kat nodded. Despite everything Lily was right that it was their duty to save a fellow Jedi in trouble. Kat needed to focus. Her feelings were getting out of control and if she kept it up it might mean disaster for the shadow, or for all of them. She closed her deep green eyes, trying to focus and center herself. What she wouldn't give for a hit of her drug of choice, but that was out of the question. She was in detox and needed to keep it that way, no matter how annoying her large chested coworker was. The last time Katarine had spent time in the company of the darkside things had ended badly. She had to stay sober...

"But I need you helping navigate — watch for debris, gravity shifts, anything that's gonna make this trickier than it already is."

Katarine met his sharp grey gaze and felt her stomach flip. This was getting out of hand! She nodded to him, and let her gaze flicker back, on the watch for potential threats in the way. She was starting to think it was a mistake to take this assignment as her growing feelings for Dean were clouding her judgement more than she expected they would.






 

Location: Field Hospital
Tags: Valery Noble Valery Noble
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Jumpsuit |
Utility Belt

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He heard her voice before he saw her.

Valery Noble Valery Noble approached from behind, and he cast his gaze over his shoulder as she spoke with a wince. Certainly not 100%, but he could pretend. He heard her comments about how he should be resting and he shook his head, almost defiantly.


"How can I rest when people are hurt and in need of aid?" he asked of her, turning to face her as he did. Silently, he wondered if she'd be able to rest if she were in his position. "I admit, I'm probably still too exhausted to do my usual trick of psychometry to reunite families, but running bedpans around is something I can most definitely do"

The Grandmaster continued however, a smirk tugging at her lips not too dissimilar to the one he'd seen cross that of Vera Noble Vera Noble 's face more than once. She suggested that instead of running himself into the ground, he could assist her with bringing supplies around to those who needed it.

It was a good compromise, plus Valery was right. Vera would most definitely not be pleased if she found that he was negelecting his own health. She'd been there when he'd caught a stray shot Hapes, she'd demanded that he take up some bed rest.


"I am much too tired to argue" he admitted honestly, with a playful smile. "Let's go and assist where we can. I desperately regret not learning how to heal people with the Force" he added, still with the same smile. Definitely something that was going on his list.


 

"Oh. That'd be great. I need to talk to Jenn anyway. I want to ask for planning permission to build something on Onderon."

Shan let out a sigh of relief at that. At least something good would come out of resting. Sure, he'd be able to recover physically but that wasn't important to him. He just wanted to get more into his work...Though the Mirialan would have to admit, the idea of a good meal was appealing as he gave a short nod. There was a part of him that wondered if Jonyna Si Jonyna Si was a good cook...

"I'll make sure to quote you if someone asks me why I'm not working then."
 

“Excuse the intrusion, but have you seen anyone who manages the supplies?”

That was a familiar voice.

Despite his deep concentration, Alicio found an easy, surprised smile. He'd hoped not to be noticed... but if he were to be made, he preferred it be by someone he knew.

"Can't say I have." His hands never moved from their positions over the burnt man, the Force unwavering in it's intensity. "They haven't told me much about logistics. Which is expected, considering I'm not here. Officially."

"I'm starting to think we'll never meet outside of some awful tragedy."
He flashed a brief, sardonic smile. "It's good to see you, Damian."

- Damian du Couteau Damian du Couteau -
 
Aris Noble Aris Noble / Katherine Holt Katherine Holt / Valery Noble Valery Noble

Colette spread her arms for the triplets to come over and shower her with hugs and she quickly wrapped them around each one as they came in to lift her spirits. The triplets had always had a special place in her heart ever since the time Valery had disappeared. She gave each of them a kiss on the forehead and then let them go.


"Docs gave me a few weeks. Organ cloner has a long queue." She tried to laugh but it came out more as a stammering hiss. "There was… a knife inside of me after all."

"Thanks for your help, Kat." The injured little Jedi said and turned towards the as-of-now tall and mighty redhead. "Would be dead otherwise."

It would seem the lack of energy really cut into her vocabulary. The usually blunt Colette wasted even less words than usual now.

"You should… hug her too, kids." Colette said and turned to the triplets. "She is the reason I'm here, and also… She deserves it."
 


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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head as she studied him. Stubborn. Just like so many Jedi before him — just like her, if she was being honest. The drive to help, to push past the pain, to ignore their own well-being for the sake of others. It was noble, but it was also dangerous.

"If Jedi never rest, Kaelos," she said, her tone lighter but carrying that undeniable weight of experience, "Then we won't be able to help for very long. Sometimes, stepping back is just as important as pushing forward. You can't heal others if you're running yourself into the ground."

Her gaze softened just slightly before she added, "But fine. If you're not going to rest, then at least let's keep it simple." She motioned toward the stacks of supplies nearby, already being distributed throughout the field hospital. "Carrying these around should be manageable even for someone who should probably still be in bed."

She smirked, then, crossing her arms. "And good. Arguing with Vera is always a bad idea. She's stubborn as hell." A knowing glint flashed in her fiery gaze. "Trust me."

Then, as they started moving, she raised a brow at his comment about healing. "You know, it's never too late to learn," she mused, tilting her head. "That said..." Her smirk turned a little more sheepish. "I can't heal either."

Vera could, though, so perhaps she could teach him.





Elsewhere...

Aeryn, Adam, and Aurra all moved at once, wrapping Colette in a tight hug, their small arms squeezing as if they could somehow hold her together through sheer force of will. For a moment, it was just them — family, warm and reassuring. Then, with one last squeeze, they stepped back, letting her breathe.

Aeryn and Adam, their boundless energy barely contained, immediately turned and rushed toward Katherine, launching themselves at her with a flurry of excitement. Their hugs were just as strong, just as eager, as if they could somehow express all their gratitude in that one gesture.

But Aurra stayed behind.

The little blonde girl, the only Noble who wasn't Force-sensitive, stood beside Colette, her big blue eyes filled with something deeper than just relief — worry, maybe, or something close to it. She was quiet as she carefully smoothed out a piece of paper in her hands, then held it out toward her sister.

A drawing.

It was simple, crayon strokes in bright colors, but full of heart. Aurra, Colette, and a Tauntaun — smiling, happy, together. No injuries, no hospitals, just warmth and joy. Aurra didn't say anything, just waited for Colette to take it. But then, after a moment, she shifted, reaching into the small backpack slung over her shoulder. Tiny hands fished around until she found what she was looking for — her Tauntaun plushie.

One of her favorite ones. Without hesitation, she held it out, offering it up with both hands. A gift so Colette wouldn't be alone. "You can have him," Aurra finally whispered, voice small but certain.

"So you have a friend when we go home."



 
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Objective: Obj. 4
Equipment: Curved-Hilt Lightsaber, Jedi Clothes, Comlink, Utility Toolbelt
Tag: Jack Wright Jack Wright | OPEN

Once he was given the green light from Master Jack, Ares followed the standard procedure to engage the air lock before opening the doors into the vacuum of space. He immediately felt the jolt as the magnetic feet kept the Padawan grounded to the ship. It had only taken the Padawan a moment to adjust to the zero-g gravity, and once he managed to do that Ares began to walk along the hull of Jack’s ship. Thankfully it was a short walk as the blonde made his way over to the only window that the escape pod had.

Much to his relief, the man that remained safe in the escape appeared to have suffered a head injury judging from the blood stains on one side of his face and the disoriented look.

”We got one male with an injury to his head.” Ares reported back to Jack through the comms before he motioned for the refugee to gear up with an indication that the door was going to open. The man, through the haze of light-headed symptoms, nodded his head and fiddled around the pod for a suit. Though it wasn’t built like Ares’s, it was enough to protect the man from suffocating in the vacuum. Fortunately there was no mishaps as Ares cracked open the pod once the refugee was ready and successfully led the man onto Jack’s ship.

”We’re in. Guide us to the next pod.” Ares spoke over the comms once again without much hesitation or room for argument. Afterwards he gestured for the man to look into the medical bay.

”There should be a medpac for you to treat your wound. A droid can assist you there.”
 
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(Tags: Ares Dargir Ares Dargir , OPEN)

Receiving the call from the back, Jack nodded to thin air as he piloted the vessel away from the first pod, making it to the second with a clear diverting. Minimal incident along the path.

All the while, his hazel eyes continued fleeting to the smoking freighter, something pulling his attention continuously, but what? The impending threat that the freighter could likely explode, any given second? He wasn't sure.

But his right hand drifted to the saber hilt, a warning tin the Force, the further they reached their prime destination...
 
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Dean Walker Dean Walker | Katarine Ryiah Katarine Ryiah | Aymeric Prendergast Aymeric Prendergast

"You got it," Lily gave a wink to Dean as she slid into the co-pilot seat with ease and started to take charge in sorting out the comms. It was clear that Dean was not requesting or requiring any support in the flying aspects besides the keen eyes from Katarine. The Jedi Master seemed a little distracted in her thoughts but hopefully being focused on the mission, Lily was sure it would fade.

Lily looked comfortable in the co-pilot seat, flicking the switches and figuring out the comms side of things. Demonstrating she was skilled in things that were not as natural as her ability in combat. She was found the signal from Aymeric and sent a call back, "this is Padawan Decoria, we got your call. Send your coordinates now and update us on the current situation." Lily stated, hoping that the Shadow would be able to respond so that they could reach him.

"Tracking the previous signal, just got to hope that we are not too late and that they will get back in touch again." Lily stated with a tone of concern in her voice, she hated the idea of leaving another person behind in the Sith space. It was bad enough that she failed to save Azurine Varek Azurine Varek from the fate with Carnifex. Something she needed to confront Master Valery about since it was on her failure that the Grandmaster's Padawan had been kidnapped.

Giving a warm, encouraging smile, "well we can only hope that we don't get into trouble getting to this shadow."
 

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First there was Cinnamon, and now there was…well, she didn't know who this was. Cora took a step back as the sentient blob of sludge bobbed its way from her legs to the racyon's side. It was almost cute, in an unsanitary sort of way.

She blinked rapidly, wondering if the odd pair would disappear from her vision. Nope.

Cinnamon's keen nose lead them to the outer edge of the partially crushed control center. Cora halted in her tracks, crouching around a broken duracrete pylon as she observed the figures milling around the elevator shaft. Based on their garb, they were quickly clocked as Sith forces. "Wait-" she hissed to the racyon, reaching out towards her. She'd never forgive herself if Azzie's pet came to harm.

But Cinnamon was already on the move. Cora quietly retracted her hand, observing as the unlikely duo began their work. The Jedi's lips, pressed into a thin line, trembled with the threat of a smile as the racyon tied two bootlaces together while Sugar acted as a distraction.

Ashla, this was like watching a cartoon.

As the two men tumbled to the ground, those around them startled to attention. When an acolyte paced toward them, Cora thrust her palm to send a ripple of energy toward his legs. He too, stumbled into the mess.

"Someone's over there!" he hissed, pointing in the direction of Cora's cover.

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