Last Westgard Standing
Objective: Search for survivors and provide medical assistance
Tag: Nyaeli
The shuttle rumbled and shook as it broke its way through the atmosphere of Aruza, swiftly making its way down to the green forests and fields the planet gladly showed off. Within its shaking hull sat a group of 4 medics, along with three Jedi who was there to provide assistance. Silas had been tasked to go with the knight and another padawan to provide support, as well as evacuate anyone that was alive down there. Intelligence suggested there was nothing running around in the ruined village, but it was still wise to keep their wits about them for whatever caused this chaos.
Eventually, their descent had come to an end as they slowly landed on the green fields just outside of the scorched earth. Everyone jumped out of their seats and walked down the ramp as the medics ran out first and headed straight for the first building in search of any life. The three Jedi jogged after them, their eyes scanning the village entrance before them cautiously, "Spread out but keep close, we have no knowledge of what caused this atrocity" the knight said sternly, who led them through into a dirt path full of debris as well as burned out bodies that sourced the unmistakable smell of flesh.
Silas wasn't bothered about the motionless bodies that lay under him, through his time with the gang he had seen enough to last a lifetime. Instead, it was the smell that bothered him most. The stench was strong and overwhelming, and one of those things you couldn't get used to no matter how many times you experienced it.
"The smell of death is immense..." Silas remarked as they walked through the center with the medics in tow, still unable to find any signs of life. Whatever did was powerful and ruthless, and chances were the individuals were still close by too. There were still fires and smoke coming from the ruins, so they really couldn't have gotten that far.
Among the burned were bodies that hadn't been touched by the fire at all, nor did they seem to have any physical injury. Silas looked to his right and spotted a man who was leaning up against the wall, his mouth open in pure horror and his eyes wide in terror. It was almost as if he was completely frozen in fear. The teen let the others carry on and knelt down, putting a hand in front of the still man to see if any air brushed against it. As expected, there was nothing. Silas sighed and respectfully closed the man's eyes so he could rest in peace, allowing his soul to finally move on from the horrors he saw.
Examing his body, not a single bruise or cut was found on his face or hands. His clothing on the other hand only showed dirt marks from what looked like desperate crawling. Whoever had been killing these innocent villagers, they weren't harming them on the outside but inside their very minds and souls...