Mission GREAT HUNT | NJO and Allies

[Hana Celeste]

[OPEN]
Corazona von Ascania
Jasper Kai'el Lilise
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Hana set to work moving the crates as the woman, Cora, introduced herself. She seemed to recognise Hana too, which gave her some relief from her initial embarrassment. As she worked, she saw another pair of Jedi pass. one was the renowned Jasper Kai'el , and the other was a young woman she didn't recognise.

"Oh! You're sandwich girl, aren't you?"

Ah. It was coming back to her now. Dimly she recalled a ceremony on Coruscant, some time ago. She had met Cora there and- She smiled. Yes, she had shared her sandwich. That must be how she knew the young Jedi. But there was something else… Something gnawing at her that she could quite place.

‘Yes.’ Hana signed slowly. ‘I remember. It's nice to see a familiar face. I’m a bit nervous to be here if I’m honest.

She hefted another box with a grunt, her smile had fallen away, replaced with an expression of faraway concentration, grappling at a thought that seemed to linger at the fuzzy edges of her consciousness. Hana looked closely at the girl, no doubt weirding her out, and finally it clicked.

‘Oh!’ She signed. ‘I had a dream, and you were in it! You have the same nice eyes.’

She remembered now. Sure, she knew Cora from that day back on Coruscant, but that wasn’t why she had recognised her. She had seen her just the night before she had travelled to Ool in a lifelike scene that had faded from her memory almost as soon as she’d opened her eyes. Somewhat shakily, Hana continued.

‘I think, in my dream, we were in the forest and I saw you helping me up. I was hurt.’

Hana stopped, shrugging lamely. She didn’t know why she was sharing so much, but she was confused, trying to understand. Surely Cora thought she was entirely strange.

‘Is that normal… For us?’ She asked? ‘Jedi, I mean, to See things.’

 

[Alex StormWolf]

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-Tatooine, one day prior-

Alex StormWolf had received a priority one message from the Jedi Council while on Tatooine, helping the locals track down something or someone that had been attacking supply ships. When given the details of the mission the Council wished for him to undertake, Alex had uttered a groan of frustration. Monsters...they wanted him to hunt down monsters on Osseriton.

"There's no use groaning about it, Knight StormWolf, the decision is final. You are to leave Tatooine at once and render whatever aid you can to Master Noble and her team when you arrive on Osseriton."


"There's no one else you can call upon for this task, Masters," Alex had inquired.

"No one with the skills you possess," the Council had replied.

"Ah, yes...The Man Who Stops The Monsters," Alex said flatly. "Do one little favor for a nobleman, word gets out...and suddenly the whole galaxy thinks you're the greatest slayer of Sithspawn that's ever been..."

"Your reputation as a skilled tracker and swordsman most certainly precedes you, Knight StormWolf..."

"Ok...Ok..I get the point, I'm on my way...."

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-Osseriton-

Alex landed without incident, and made his way towards the first settlement he saw. Technically, his instructions didn't say he actually had to meet up with Master Noble and her team. The Council had just said to render whatever aid he could.

"You fellows just gave me a lot of leeway," Alex chuckled to himself. He had always felt he did better working alone or with one or two trusted partners. Probably had a lot to do with his upbringing on Yanibar, where the harsh climate and fauna forced one to learn to be as self reliant as possible from an early age.

Approaching the settlement, Alex sensed a lingering aura of darkness. Something had been here. Fairly recently too. Noticing an odd looking track in the dirt, Alex dropped to one knee to examine it. The track appeared to be canine, but far larger than any species he was familiar with.

"Just my luck...it's gotta be something canine..."

As he was examining the track, Alex felt a slight tug on the left sleeve of his coat. Turning his head, he sees a young girl, no more than five or six years of age from the looks of it, clutching a featureless doll, and staring at him with the wide eyed innocence of youth. How in the world had she creeped up on him without him even noticing, Alex thought to himself.

"Are you here to get rid of the monsters," she asked.

"I've been asked to try," Alex answered.

"I know where there might be one," the girl said.

Something about the matter of fact way the girl said it, made Alex take notice.

"Can you show me?"

"Over there, in that spooky old house," the girl said, pointing towards a dwelling with its roof partially caved in.

"I'll go have a look, but first I need for you to go home to your family where you'll be safe."

"I don't have any family left...not anymore..."

The way she said it stabbed through Alex's heart like a dagger.

"I'm so sorry..."

"You will be...."

"What did you say?...."

"I said you will be. I bring the monster people to eat and it leaves me be...People like you, who weren't there to help me when I needed it!"

Alex stood up and backed away from the little girl, a feeling of dread slowly creeping up his spine. As he backed away, a low growl catches his attention. He turns and comes face to face with something straight out of a nightmare...

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"Oh @#$*!......"

Alex scrambled backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling flat on his back as the nightmarish creature advanced. Fumbling for whatever weapon he could get his hands on, Alex's fingers close around the grip of the blaster pistol Seku Bondara had given him during the seat of the pants mission to free someone from an Imperial black site prison complex. Drawing it, Alex sights down the barrel as the Sithspawn leaps at him, firing off several shots in rapid fire succession. The creature shrugged off the shots as if they were no more potent than rounds from a child's spitwad shooter, and closing the distance, lunged at Alex, sinking its fangs into his left shoulder.

Dropping the blaster, Alex reached for one of his lightsabers, slamming the emitter dead center between the Sithspawn's eyes as he thumbed the ignition switch.

"Here! Eat this," Alex snarled, tearing free of the creature's fang and cutting its head from its shoulders with a swift left to right sweep of his blade, just to be absolutely certain it was dead.

Alex tried to stand up after rolling the dead Sithspawn off of himself, but felt dizzy, collapsing on his back. He could feel something spreading from the bite in his shoulder, burning like fire. Great...he's been infected with something. Vision fading in and out, he looked around, noticing the little girl was nowhere to be found. He'd deal with her later, if he managed to live through whatever was happening to him now.

<What have you gone and done to yourself now, Alex StormWolf? I can feel your Force signature fading in and out.>

Lady Venge just had to butt in via the Force Bond she had placed upon him some time before, always popping up to crawl into his head at the most inopportune times.

<Not that you really care, but I was called to take care of some nasty little pets your friends left behind.>

<The Brotherhood Of The Maw? They were no friends of mine.>

<Awww, really? I thought the Sith were one big, happy family...>

<You're so naive sometimes Alex.>

<Anything you want to say, you better make it quick...>

<You don't have to die...>

<What?...>

<You don't have to die...Not if you surrender to the Darkness.>

<Screw that!>

<The harder you resist the poison coursing through your veins, the worse it'll hurt. You didn't learn anything from our last little reunion, hmm?>

The last time Alex had fallen into Venge's clutches, she had used Sith alchemy to poison him with an infectious touch of the Dark Side. The harder he resisted, the more painful it became, until finally...his will broken, he surrendered.

<Come home, Alex...I await you..>

<NEVER!...>

<You cannot resist forever....>

<Yeah?! WATCH ME!>

Venge's voice slowly faded as Alex lost consciousness, darkness sweeping over his vision like a curtain.....


TAGS- Open

 

[Tala Vale]

Micah tol Powl Kahlil Noble Rhemti Totriddiam
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While Master Noble and the two young Nautolans exchanged how they were going to capture the beast, Padawan Vale stood in her Dooku pattern Armor looking into the vast forest and mountains beyond and taking in just how many force signatures were there. It was like the Jedi Temple on steroids with force signatures resonating throughout the blanket of hardwood trees. Ool reminded her of her own home Alpheridies but it felt like it had been touched by something that was dark... Something that she hadn't felt before. So this is what a World touched by the Dark Side feels like. Very hostile... The creature they were hunting had every advantage in the book and knew the area well. It could pop up and surprise them at any time from the waves or the trees, making capture difficult. If capturing the creature failed, they would have to kill it and at worse it would at least wound or outright kill some of them before it was brought down. As much as Tara liked nature, she didn't want it to be the last thing she felt in this lifetime.

"Ice cream works to get me out of the water."

She walked towards the small group as the talk pushed toward how to capture the dark beast. The Master was clearly trying to make a lesson out of this mission and questioning the two boys on how to get this beast caged up. The youngest (Dak she recalled from the mission briefing) was clearly trying his hardest to solve Master Noble's riddle and his suggestion of laying an Ice Cream trap made her giggle under her breath. "If only we had a store near us. I bet the big mean beasty would like a banana split." Recovering herself from the moment of brevity, she turned to the Master and answered back softly. "To have their nests but I thought this one was too young for that... Then again I don't know much about Sithspawn..." While Tala didn't know specifics about how Sithspawn reproduced, she would have thought that it would wait until it was fully mature to lay eggs. Then again, the intel might have been faulty... Otherwise, she didn't think that the Jedi Council would send just 4 people after a fully grown beast without telling them everything even if one of those people was a Council member. Coming back to the present situation, she had an idea about what the Jedi Master was going for. If they did it his way, they would be in for a long wait. Then again Tara mused, they had nothing but time.

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[Lilise]

Jasper Kai'el​

"Any questions so far?"

Lilise shook her head, lips pursed in thought as she scrambled to help her master, grabbing hold onto one of the other repulsorlift carts. "N..No sir. No questions. I'll do my b..best to help." The Sylphe padawan was determined, even if her nerves persisted. Her expression fell, however, when she realized what she'd said.

"A..actually, I do have questions.. just m..more so about where we're b..bringing the equipment and h..how to stage it...?" Her cheeks turned a deep mossy green. "B...But if I have any other questions I'll be sure to s..speak up..." It was silly of her, honestly; she knew she'd follow his lead and her questions would be answered whether she asked them or not. Lilise just couldn't bring herself to 'lie' even if that wasn't what had happened.

 

[Rhemti Totriddiam]

Kahlil Noble | Micah tol Powl | Tala Vale
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Rhemti had been about to respond when Padawan Vale advanced. His expression shifted, growing surprised, but it wasn't at Tala's arrival or her response to his Master's question, no, it was what lay around him. His head-tendrils moved, floating out around him slightly as he sent out waves of the force; testing the 'waters' around them.

The sand shifted, and Rhemti tensed. "Boss... She's right.. About the nests! Eggs. A lot of them beneath us-- and I think they're hatching!" His voice was still low, but it had a sense of urgency; the beach was about to become the site of a mass hatching.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Ool
(Side)Objective: Provide Air Support/Engage Bandits
Tag(s): OPEN

Ko remained on the tail of his target, all the while ducking and weaving past, stray blaster fire and the occasional starfighter be it friend or foe. Although a rather self righteous individual at times, the Kel dor was never fond of violence or taking a life. But the galaxy was filled with situations where it was kill or be killed, and could be unwise to pull your punches. But considering these bandits were here to take advantage of a relief effort, Ko wouldn’t be losing much sleep over it.

Fixing for a clear shot on the bandit in front of him Ko hovered his fingers over the trigger on the piloting stick. But before he pulled down he sensed something, a brief warning. Holding off for a moment turbulence washed over Ko’s craft. Shaking and rattling it some. In the vicious chaos of the moment that turbulence could’ve led him to miss his shot. But the moment his starfighter stabilized he squeezed down on the trigger. Blasting off a quick burst of superheated tibana gas towards his target. destroying the enemy craft in front of him. Turning his craft away to avoid the debris from the exploding vessel from wrecking his headsplitter starfighter. Possibly if he'd taken his shot sooner he'd missed, more worryingly he might have hit one of his allies.

Ko’s squadron was making short work of the uglies as he initially expected. The fast and nimble starfighters were able to run circles around the clumsy and makeshift x-ceptors. Those that remained seemed to be falling back. However, just as things seemed to be going too well in their favor the comms flared and enemy signatures started flooding into his radar. Like before Iota spoke to the squadron letting them know much more bandits were on their way. Who they were fighting now were attempting to fall back and into the new wave of uglies coming after them. Possibly meant to report back to the rest of them on those defending and escorting the relief effort. Ko and his allies couldn’t back down. There were vulnerable people that needed the supplies and couldn’t fall into the hands of these ne’er-do-wells.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ool
Tags: Lilise

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Jasper noticed a familiar face join Corazona von Ascania , one who clearly took note of him. Hana Celeste, a padawan he had encountered when she was younger. That was the day that an attempt was made on the Chancellor's life, and the event that had the side effect of dragging him into the public consciousness. He was nobody before then. Granted, Jasper still thought of himself as nobody, but now he had billions of eyes on him at all times.

If Hana was still looking, Jasper would at least sign a simple "hello there" before shifting his focus back to the task at hand.

"A..actually, I do have questions.. just m..more so about where we're b..bringing the equipment and h..how to stage it...?"

"Well, we have a portable generator we're hauling out to hook it all up to," Jasper explained. "Not every planet is capable of producing enough power to run all the equipment, especially after substantial damage to infrastructure. That's true of any people, even the Chiss."

The Chiss were an advanced people, if not rather isolationist. Thankfully the people of Ool were receptive to aid when he and Senator Organa arrived, but they didn't always liked the help of outsiders. They certainly had the intellect and technical prowess to back up that desire for isolation, but even the best could be torn down. The Maw certainly didn't hold their punches.

"We're gonna set it up in a nearby courtyard," he added. "Big open space that's been cleared out for temporary shelter. It's not too far from here, just past this bit of foliage."

It was really a thin layer of trees, many damaged. They wove between clearings littered with temporary shelters and ruins of old infrastructure. It was a sad site, but rebuilding was already occurring, and the vegetation was making a recovery.

"Don't be afraid to ask questions," the knight told his student. "Trust me when I say that I've asked things that seemed leagues more ridiculous. It's always better to ask than not. The alternative is missing things that can have drastic effects on what we do, so don't worry about bothering me."

He understood her stress very well. Jasper had been the same way, after all, struggling to strike up even simple conversations. Of course, that was more of a product of his upbringing, but he still knew what Lilise was struggling with. Hopefully, if his instruction did anything of value, building up her confidence was something they could work towards together.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Help sort the supplies
Tag: Corazona von Ascania / Hana Celeste

On the ground below, a ship slowly landed on the planet's surface, one that had been battered and bruised by constant battles fought over its once perfect ground. The ship that had safely touched down quickly opened to reveal Silas, his mouth opening voluntarily to release a yawn as a sign of how much he had done today. Before even coming here, he had to help transport a cargo ship from bandits trying to steal its cargo which they didn't get far.

These thugs were relentless, that was the most he was going to give them.

Extending out his arm, the knight lightly stretched off his body and went over to other Jedi who were helping sort out cargo for civilians. Giving respectful nods to each person he walked past, a familiar face finally showed itself. Cora was a padawan who he had recently helped gain experience in the underworld, to say the least, she showed great promise going forwards. Next to her was another girl, a Jedi who he had not met before. From the sound of things, she was talking about visions worryingly. Sighing lightly, he went over to introduce himself.

"Force visions are uncommon but still achievable. I'd keep an eye on them just in case they are showing something that is yet to come" he said sternly as he walked over to the girl with a hand out to shake "Silas Westgard, It is great to meet you" he said calmly before giving a bow to Cora "We meet again Cora, I presume this is your friend?" Silas looked back to the "sandwich girl" and lightly smiled "A person to ask regarding visions is Master Noble. If they truly are of the future then she may be able to help you. Her daughter Vera was gifted with that power too"
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[Maeve Linahan]

"Understood," Maeve said in agreement to the plan. Surveying the outpost, she'd been struck with a wave of disgust, seeing just how much damage and ruin the Maw's beasts had unloosed. There was an infestation here, and now it was her task to burn out every invasive rodent she laid eyes on.

Spotting the Devourers ahead, she knew just where to start.

At a single nod, she turned to Dreidi. "You take one. I'll take the other."

Without another word, she charged. Coming for the Devourer like a thunderbolt, she closed the space between them in a flash, her lightsaber already ignited. The Force buoyed her steps, and as Valery's Light exploded across the settlement and blinded both creatures, she lunged for the nearest one, plunging her blade into the skin of its back.

A howl ripped through the air. The Devourer whirled and flailed, teeth gnashing as it tried to cast Maeve off from where she'd embedded into. But she stood fast, both heels digging into its belly, her lightsaber sinking deeper. Smoke and burnt flesh filled her nostrils. The creature began to run wildly back and forth, smashing into the wall of an empty shop, then a house, then a barricaded apartment.

Maeve just hung on for dear life and prayed it would die already.

Valery Noble , Dreidi Xeraic​

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[Draulvesi Noct]

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OBJECTIVE: BYOO/GRAVE AND ASH
GEAR/APPEARANCE: IN BIO

[ OPEN ]
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There she stirred, flickering in and out of the light as she moved in silence. Agony persistent, focus sharp, a thrill lurking behind non-existent sight, yet still seeing their stain upon the stars. There was much for Draulvesi to learn as a Jedi, but she could not let go of the very thing that drove her. Every waking moment would lead to another dead Sith, then another, then more, as many as she could extinguish from reality. As powerful as her love was for things lost, her rage was more.

This was absolute.

This was her truth.

Though she would remain patient, hold back the very thing that she sought to destroy. It was a path only she walked, a fine line between falling forever and just barely rising above to meet the duty she swore when she was saved. Blood was already on her hands, the faceless veil she wore had already begun to take a shape of its own - an angry void that had consumed many final moments, snuffed out the light from eyes that looked upon cold cruelty, receiving no mercy, no final peace.

They would remember, what they did.

Draulvesi would be their nightmare.

She would be their thorn, their dread, their suffering.

And so she watched, staring daggers.

As they took, so would she.

 

[Alex StormWolf]

-Osseriton-

-Dreamscape-

Alex awoke with a gasp, his heart hammering painfully in his chest. Cautiously looking around, all he could see was a hot, desolate landscape that reminded him very much of Yanibar.

"It can't be...I was on Osseriton..."

"It's Yanibar...or at least, your recollections of it."

"Who said that?"

"I did."

Alex notices a figure, wearing black robes, sitting on a rocky outcropping. He couldn't see any features within the darkness of the robe's hood.

"Who are you?"

"A slight manifestation of your consciousness."

"So...this is all in my head?"

"You're not exactly dead, but far too close for comfort. Think of this as a state of limbo."

"So...you're here to guide me to the afterlife."

"No. I'm here to present you with a choice."

"What choice?"

"You can lay here and die, or you can face that which you fear most, and live."

"And what do I fear most?"

"Don't play dumb, you already know the answer to that. All these years, trying to be the hero, denying the truth. You see Alex...."

The figure stood and flung its hood back. Alex was staring at a twisted visage of himself, of what he could become once more if the Dark Side took hold of him.

"WHAT YOU FEAR MOST....IS YOUR TRUE SELF! WITHOUT ME, YOU WILL DIE HERE, ALONE AND FORGOTTEN ON THIS DESOLATE PLANET, ABANDONED BY THE JEDI WHO SENT YOU!...I've been with you all these years Alex, and you push me aside when all I've ever wanted is what's best for you."

"Yeah, that's not happening...."

Alex suddenly finds himself struggling to breathe, lifted by invisible talons around his throat and dragged across the rocky soil towards where his dark persona stood.

"You've defied me far too long, Alex. I don't like that. Not one bit...."

-Tags- Open

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tag: Valery Noble | Maeve Linahan
Outfit: Jedi outfit

Dreidi listened to the instructions from both Jedi, seeing the blast of Force Light, Dreidi knew that was certainly a power that she would want to learn someday but her own Master had put it off till she was less likely to fall to temptation or harm herself using such a power. It was frustrating course of action but one that Dreidi had to respect from her mentor. Igniting her own green Lightsaber, Dreidi followed Maeve closely and split off heading at one of the Devourer creatures. It was an intimidating beast, something that was certainly steeped in Dark Side energy and causing mayhem and destruction, and pain. There was a lot of emotions, a lot of suffering that she could feel in the air. It was certainly a creature that Dreidi couldn't underestimate and Dreidi refused to be intimidated so she confronted the beast head on.

The Devourer roared at her, clawing at the ground as it got ready to charge at her. Dreidi focused on the Magick that was within her, the connection to Dathomir that she held as the creature launched itself at her. Just before the beast would collide with her, Dreidi vanished into her green puffs of smoke, teleporting to above the creature. Allowing the gravity to bring her down on the beast, Dreidi made sure to saddle the creature safely before she buried the Lightsaber inside it. As she aimed her Lightsaber, her slower attack proved to be a mistake. The Devourer bucked and threw Dreidi off, sending her flying in the air and rolling around hard on the ground.

Breathing hard, Dreidi fought the anxiety and panic in herself. First attack failed but that is fine, just got to keep going.

Jumping back onto her feet, the Devourer was already preparing itself for the next charge at the Jedi. She knew that copying the previous attempt might not be as effective this time. Dreidi was unsure the level of intelligence these things would have and she didn't want to risk falling for a trap. Instead, as the Devourer charged at her, Dreidi leaped high into the air. Using the Force to make sure she cleared past the beast, she then threw her Lightsaber to remove a back leg of the beast before pulling the Lightsaber back into her hand.

You got this. You got this. Just got to finish the job now. Dreidi thought to herself before she decided to charge forward, watching the Devourer howl and move to bite at her, Dreidi spun to the side with the grace of a ballerina before launching her Lightsaber in the neck of the Devourer. Pulling the Lightsaber back into her hand, Dreidi panted hard as the adrenaline and ecstasy coursed through her body. She just hoped that move killed the beast now, since she wasn't sure if Devourers could regenerate or what.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Hana Celeste | Silas Westgard ​

At the mention of having nice eyes, Cora flushed and gave Hana a bashful smile. The Padawan felt as if many parts of herself had changed between now and then—it was nice to know that something had stayed the same.

Her head cocked to the side, leveling a curious but prompting gaze on the girl as she continued. A pensive frown tilted her lips upon learning that in this dream, Hana had been hurt. Was it distressing, or had the intervention of dream-Cora been comforting? Even in recounting what she could from memory, Hana seemed tentative.

"Hmm…" Settling a box into place on the hovercart, she paused to murmur out loud. The young noblewoman had never been the best at interpreting dreams and the signs within them, and fortunately someone with more experience would chime in.

"Knight Westgard! I'm glad to see you're well. I've heard that you ran into a bit of trouble with pirates earlier." Back straight, Cora returned Silas' bow in a courtly greeting. Once she rose, a gentle hand was placed on Hana's shoulder as light encouragement for the girl to introduce herself. "She's been a great help and good company during such a mundane task."

Mulling over what she knew of visions, the Padawan raked a careful hand through blonde locks.

"He is right, visions certainly do happen. Personally, I don't think I've ever had a dream as clear as that." She said gently, offering a reassuring smile. "For me, it's more like...following a hunch. What to do, where to move. The most I've ever glimpsed of the future is the second before something happens, but I'd chalk that up to an instinct that most Jedi have!" A soft laugh, and her head tilted to Silas for confirmation.

"How you felt during the dream might give us a little bit of insight into why it happened, though." While it could've simply been a random occurrence, random hardly ever happened where the Jedi were concerned. "Did anything stick out to you, before, during or after the dream?"

Hana Celeste Silas Westgard

 

[Hana Celeste]

[OPEN]
Corazona von Ascania Silas Westgard
Jasper Kai'el Lilise
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Teensy metal fingers tapped Hana's shoulder and she turned around to see a new coming walking down the sparsely forested path. Hana stood back as the Knight was introduced, giving a respectful nod and swallowing when it came time to introduce herself to the newly arrived man.

'I'm Hana. I'm- new to this.' She told the man. Again a blush crept to her cheeks, but she stood a little straighter feeling Cora's supporting hand on her shoulder.

"Force visions are uncommon but still achievable. I'd keep an eye on them just in case they are showing something that is yet to come.
A person to ask regarding visions is Master Noble. If they truly are of the future then she may be able to help you. Her daughter Vera was gifted with that power too."

Hana nodded sagely. The idea that she was seeing visions in her dreams seemed stupid when she thought about it, but the strange feelings she was left with when she woke were difficult to shake- And how had she known what Cora would look like years after first meeting her? The whole thing was confusing.

It was interesting to hear there was already someone in the Order with the power to see visions, but it was horribly intimidating that person was the daughter of Master Noble.

‘Thank you, Knight Westguard.’ She signed, following Cora’s lead. ‘That is good advice.’ And then, ‘do you think I might be able to meet Vera, and talk to her about this? I guess she could probably tell if it's serious or not.’

Cora seemed a little concerned at the concept of Hana’s dreams. Rightfully so. She worried that perhaps she had upset the woman or worse, weirded her out. But Cora didn’t grimace nor turn away. Instead she continued gently, and Hana felt herself begin to relax despite herself.

"How you felt during the dream might give us a little bit of insight into why it happened, though. Did anything stick out to you, before, during or after the dream?"

Hana frowned in thought, her expression sort of a bunched up look as if she were physically squeezing the information out of her brain. She didn’t really remember the whole dream, if it had ever been whole. All she had was vivid bits and pieces.

She nodded authoritatively. 'I was smiling when I woke up.' She signed. ‘So it can’t have been that bad.’

Hana clapped her hands together as if that solved the matter.

‘So where are we sposed to take this stuff?’ she asked, gesturing to the loose pile of crates.

 

[Lilise]

Jasper Kai'el​

"Don't be afraid to ask questions," the knight told his student. "Trust me when I say that I've asked things that seemed leagues more ridiculous. It's always better to ask than not. The alternative is missing things that can have drastic effects on what we do, so don't worry about bothering me."

"I.. I will, Master. I mean.. I won't." She shook her head, frowning as she mixed up her words. "I.. I won't be afraid to ask questions.." Lilise worked while she spoke, moving and placing the cart where she was instructed to.

"Are w..we going to bring o..over all the other equipment before we s..set them up?" The Sylphe padawan looked to the knight, head tilted slightly in curiosity.

 

[Cordé Sabo]

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D U L C E T
TASK FORCE NULL | OOL | RELIEF ZONE
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Amidst the site, just beyond the trees, a lone tent had been set up as a temporary stop-gap until the larger relief, coordinated by the New Jedi Order’s sentinel of Harmony, showed up. They hadn’t brought too much, after seeing the manifest of The NJO Shield Core had been thorough, but largely Jedi-leaning.

M had pulled her Chiss card and inserted a few agents at her will.

Cordé was one of those agents, and probably the most qualified. She was less than a hundred hours away from completing her placements that would give her enough practical work to complete her doctorate. Doctor Sabo was within reach!

Big red eyes, swollen from crying, stared at her with a broken smile. The little Chiss already had her sleeve rolled up, exposing a thin blue arm ready to jab.

The mother was more nervous than the daughter. She spoke quickly and needlessly, filling the tent’s dead air with anecdotes.

“She’s been sick for months, almost a year, dizzy all the time..you see? You see the starriness in her eyes? Like a variation of Bledsoe…but..oh we’re so grateful for this access.”

Barely listening, aside from taking note at the mention of Bledsoe Disease, Cordé reached for one of the syringes from her stack of resources. The one in the carrier less a digit.

There were no differences between the two crates aside from a single digit. Between patients, Cordé stared at that digit. Her hands itched every time she stared too long. Or maybe it was her uncharacteristic inaction that was causing discomfort to crawl around under her gloves.

“We’ve been waiting for this medicine for too long.. we were so worried that after we went on the run because of her power…”

“Her powers?” Cordé asked, trying to capitalise on the nugget of interest rather than the woman going down a row of emotional hysteria.

“She was going to be a Skywalker.” The girls mother explained. She sounded proud, but broken. “Like my whole family before her. But the war.... ”

Silent and understanding, Cordé nodded, but turned her attention to the girl who wanted to rub at her arm but stopped mid-gesture when Cordé put her hand in the way to prevent irritation to the jab point. She spoke at the girl, but loud enough for the mother to interpret her role in preventing eating.

“I know you’re probably hungry, but you can’t eat for an hour. Let this all settle inside of you’ll be good to go, you might be a bit tired too, that’s natural.”

The little girl nodded. She understood. So did the mom.

“The Jedi are here!” The pure relief and near-jubilance in the chorus of chiss made Cordé cringe. She applied a small bandage over the place she’d injected the vaccine to, and rose to stand and follow the pair out. Another agent took Cordé’s place and welcomed in another teenage Chiss for assessment, reviewing their chart before administering anything.

Walking from the tiny tent, Cordé was one of the handful of Chiss that were rallying in the direction of the newcomers. Others emerged from their makeshift homesteads, their faces brighter than before.

She’d seen all the bios of those who were expected to arrive; one Jasper Kai’el was the primary personnel she had to establish contact with.

“Knight Kai’el.” She greeted, and offered out a hand. She nodded briefly in the direction of his doe-eyed companion. “Cordé Sabo, medic a part of the SIA’s Jedi-relations taskforce.” Task Force Null adopted many names. Today, it was relationship management. “I can help you set up — many hands, lighter work and all that — and give you a quick debrief. We haven’t been here much longer than you, and obviously smaller. The situation’s probably exactly as you expect, to be honest.”

She pointed behind her, “We set up a basic medication tent, just to help stabilise some who’ve been running since Csilla. Word is starting to get out though, and our supplies were only to hold out until you all arrived.”

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ALLIES | GA | NJO | SIA | Jasper Kai'el | Lilise | Corazona von Ascania | Silas Westgard | Hana Celeste
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[Jasper Kai'el]

Ool
Tags: Lilise , Cordé Sabo

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"Are w..we going to bring o..over all the other equipment before we s..set them up?"

"We'll set up what he have," Jasper told her. "More hands will be following behind us to bring out more. It's important we get equipment up and running as soon as we can."

It wasn't long though before a new arrival had entered the scene, one of the SIA's medical personnel. Part of the Jedi-relations task force certainly did seem shady though, but this came as no surprise. The SIA were always up to something. Not that he cared either way. After all, the Jedi were going to be less involved in their affairs after the war, and they certainly didn't have anything to hide. They could play spy for now, as long as it brought aid to worlds like Ool.

“I can help you set up — many hands, lighter work and all that — and give you a quick debrief. We haven’t been here much longer than you, and obviously smaller. The situation’s probably exactly as you expect, to be honest.”

"I'm pretty familiar with the situation," the knight assured. "I scouted out the area not to long ago personally, but a debrief would be appreciated. I'm sure that there have been some new developments since then."

Jasper stopped in an open area around the makeshift medical tent and started by first pulling off the generator that would power all the equipment.

"We have more portable Med Units on the way," Jasper informed her, "But it's gonna take me a minute to fire up this generator. In the meantime, I'd appreciate the help getting them staged."

They were repulsorlift, so no heavy lifting was required. It made getting things staged up easier. When wounded were involved, time was valuable. More so than usual, anyways. It wasn't long before Jasper was fiddling inside the generator, working to get it up and running.

"I'll be a moment," he added. "Lilise, why don't you help stage them out as well. The switch for the repulsorlift on those Med Units should be on the underside corner. Then we'll hook 'em up and shift our focus handing out supplies-"

A puff of dust blew out into Jasper's face. When the cloud dissipated, his face was covered dirt, but he still wore a grin. It was important that these people saw smiles in a time like this, after all. The generator was going to need to be cleaned when this was all said and done. For now, however, he continued to work. It surely shouldn't take long for him to get it running.

 

[Alex StormWolf]

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-Osseriton-

Alex awoke from the dreamscape, gasping for breath, feeling the poison spreading through his veins. Crawling on his hands and knees, he retrieved his discarded weapons before staggering to his feet like a drunken man.

"You don't have to die here," the voice of darkness whispered in his ear. "Use your anger. Use your anger and LIVE!"

"I don't want to become Venge's slave again!"

"Then kill her! I know you want to. The only thing holding you back is yourself...your misguided sense of honor...your stupid Jedi Code...Venge had a hand in destroying everything you cherished....your family...your friends...your home..."

Memories of his tortured past flashed through Alex's mind, taunting him, reminding him of all that he had lost. Reminding him of how Venge had twisted him into a weapon for her own means and ends. Alex closed his eyes, trying to force the memories from his head....

-Sometime later-

Opening his eyes at long last, Alex's once piercing green eyes shone a malevolent shade of yellowish orange. The voice of the Dark Side whispered to him once more...

"Alex StormWolf is gone. You are what remains."

"What am I," Alex inquired.

"You are as Venge once named you....Darth Amarok"

"I hate that name..."

"I think it suits you. It means 'Wolf' in an long forgotten Sith tongue."

"Fine...I'm Darth Amarok. You can shut up now..."

"Oh...I'll shut up....but I'll never go away..."

-Tags- Open

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Ool
(Side)Objective: Provide Air Support/Engage Bandits
Tag(s): OPEN

The dog fight Ko found himself in now had become dizzyingly more dangerous now. Both sides were more or less on equal footing. On his side they were piloting far more superior craft. The enemies however had much higher numbers. Quantity over quality seemed to be the case here. Unfortunately though, one could argue quantity was a quality in itself.

The aerial battle raged on and lost some of its cohesion as starfighters scattered further in every direction. Ko himself took his craft at a much lower altitude. His starfighter almost skimmed along the coast line. A simple but decent maneuver to protect himself from his pursuers. Since sea level was right below it meant that only shots he took could come from above. Also that any enemy craft above him had a more limited window to get their shots off. Since they would need to point their craft towards the water and pull away at a certain point or crash.

Left and right Ko weaved his craft over the waver along the coast dodging the shots that were aimed at him. He needed to fight back however, slowing down his speed some to avoid the starfighter ripping itself apart under the force of his maneuvers. “This is why I dislike flying…” Ko muttered before bracing himself for what came next. Flipping some switches and turning a dial in his cockpit he used the maneuvering jets to rapidly reorient his starfighter. Turning the vessel up and looking behind himself not, the view of the world was upside down. He groaned some as the gforce of that kind of turn made it feel like his body would turn into mush in the cockpit. Passively trying to use the force to keep himself awake and aware. But now three Ugly starfighters were in his fire now though. Squeezing the trigger he blasted the trio of bandit spacecraft before reorienting himself. Letting out a deep breath as all the blood could come out of his feet now. Feeling really light headed some as he tried to fly back to the rest of the battle. Other than some allies looking at their craft the tide seemed to be turning in their favor.

Suddenly however, warnings began to flash and buzz in Ko’s cockpit before a volley of blaster fire struck his starfighter. Critically damaging the engine in the back and one of the wings. He wasn’t really able to fly it anymore unfortunately. On the upside though he was over the water and his maneuver he just did meant he also wasn’t flying very fast either. Just needed to get the starfighter past the water and over the beach where he’d need to do an emergency landing. It was a bit of trouble but Ko managed to get a rickety landing on the sand.

As he opened the cockpit, Ko communicated some to the squadron, letting them know he wasn’t dead. Right as he was getting out another flash of warnings came from the cockpit. Looking up to find another x-ceptor starting a strafe run along the beach to kill him. Ko leapt out onto the sand and dashed away as fast as he could further away from the water. However, his legs were still wobbly from all the flying and he quickly collapsed. Ducking down as the x-ceptor blasted the beach and destroyed Ko’s starfighter. Fortunately he saved himself from the destruction. Speaking through the comms to let his team know he was still alright. Looking over at the burning wreck of the starfighter, he felt a bit that one of Jasper’s special starfighters is destroyed now. But he couldn't worry about that now, he wasn't in the clear yet...

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[Lilise]

Jasper Kai'el | Cordé Sabo​

The Sylphe bowed her head in greeting, staying silent as Cordé Sabo not only introduced herself, but briefed Jasper on the situation. To think there were places out in the galaxy so wounded that supplies were barely lasting long.

"Lilise, why don't you help stage them out as well. The switch for the repulsorlift on those Med Units should be on the underside corner. Then we'll hook 'em up and shift our focus handing out supplies-"

"Y.. yes sir." Lilise nodded her head quickly, scrambling around to look for the switch her Master had mentioned. The young Padawan was more than a little lost, her nerves getting the better of her, so it took almost a full minute before she found the switch. As for staging the medical equipment further.... Lilise needed more help for that.

Her green gaze poked out from behind the cart, looking to see if Cordé was staging equipment as well; Lilise wanted to try to learn by watching someone else, to try it on her own before asking for help.