Location: Outskirts of Juranno, Juran Mountains, Alderaan, Alderaan Sector, The Core Worlds -
[GA Field Camp]
Tags: [member="Aryn Teth"]
Official Confederate convoys, such as that which surrounded
the Ferocity, were often given far more liberties than it should have when it came to being so close to Galactic Alliance territory. Even though Srina was not Darth Metus, she was still the apprentice of a Sith, and therefore arrived under a certain level of scrutiny. Nevertheless, she abided to any regulations they set forth and made sure that every requirement was met. The snow-kissed Echani was very careful to make sure that the alliance between the CIS and the GA held firm both for political and personal reasons. When the Supreme Commander called, she answered, without thought or question.
On most missions, she was accompanied by a small complement of droids. Considering where this endeavor took place, and the reason, she limited her support to two red-eyed MagnaGuard. If she required more, she could always activate more from the Ferocity, but two were plenty imposing enough. The white-haired woman ordered that
the Ferocity touch down near the field camp that Aryn Teth had given her the coordinates for.
It was a strange mission. It was the second relief effort that she had made on behalf of the tragedy that had befallen the Coalition, however, the first had involved taking in refugees on Geonosis. Srina was pleased to see that others had found a way to keep their homes by seeking out assistance from the Alliance. She knew what it was like to lose one, even if, it hadn’t been destroyed in the same way that Alderaan was. Gone was still gone. Loss was still loss. For that, she felt acute sympathy.
The slender woman walked down the ramp as it unfolded, clad in shades of gray and white, with her lightsaber attached neatly to her hip. Considering the meeting point was in the mountains, with little bits of snow dotting the area, she had dressed accordingly. Nothing she had from Ryloth or Geonosis would be suitable, considering the relative heat, so she sought out the same garb she had donned to visit another Confederate ally on Winter, the Shrouded Moon.
It was essentially a long ashen traveling cloak with a fur-lined hood and long sleeves. The cuffs swept the tips of her fingers, touched with swirling, white embroidery. It buttoned off to the side to remain secure. She had a much lighter outfit beneath it, and as always, wore the onyx and crimson bracelet around her wrist that let her call fourth her armor from the mists. She didn’t know if it would be needed, yet, but she never left Ryloth without it.
The command staff that assisted Aryn brought her to him, for the most part, without any trouble. They had seen her at his side enough by now that most questions were foregone conclusions, however, her two MagnaGuard escorts waited outside. Seeing that the man was busy speaking to the Alliance Triumvirate Srina waited patiently for him to finish. The small woman took a seat in an empty chair, out of sight from the projector, and began to pull out a datapad to check on the vast amount of CIS cargo-ships that were waiting in orbit. All were accounted for. The units of Storm Fleet ships that had safeguarded their journey were already returning back to Geonosis.
She was uncertain what type of aid Alderaan required so general supplies had been provided. It was similar to the necessities that they had provided to Terminus for the ORC when the planet had been encapsulated in a seemingly unending riot. Foodstuffs, clean drinking water, medical supplies, clothing, generators, pre-fab shelters. The Alliance likely had plenty of resources but the Confederacy would not arrive empty-handed.
Briefly, she began to draft a report for her Master to let him know that, so far, all was well. Srina was certain that there was more happening than what she was privy to but that update would have to wait for the Supreme Commander.
