Pale Blue Dot [SJO Dominion of Ceraluen Hex]

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Triage
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Phelan Howell"]

Therapy Command was the main go-to unit for the Galactic Alliance when it came to the business of handling refugees and medvac. It thus came to no surprise that Cathul was sometimes called upon to treat the patients proper and then begin by using the Force as a splint in the patient's fracture, so that she could later attempt to mend the bone; meanwhile, knowing that, even with her own experience and skill in treating traumas using the Force, she knew that conventional precautions were still the order of the day. For this reason, nurses began to look for bandages so that it can be properly immobilized. However, she had to take care of the third-degree burn on top of the fracture before any bandage, any cast could be applied on it. That was the part where she was reminded that she needed to work from the inside out when dealing with such traumas. An hour later, after the Force-processes of getting the skin around the blaster shot were done, the cast is being made around the Mirialan patient.

"The patient must stay a week in the cast and then can rehab begin"

 

[Nia Sol]

Objective 1 - Triage:
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"]

"Excuse me sorry coming through." Nia moved passed some refugees, with her robes a little dirty. "Master Kitra I've finished in my area and was wondering if you required any assistance here?"

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

“It’s OK. It was a surprise, that’s all.” Kaiza replied.

Air started filling the last tent, and what used to be white canvas placed on the ground now turned into a wall that suddenly grew right in front of them. A short moment, but enough to give Kaiza time to ponder about the Togruta’s answer. The Mirialan couldn’t imagine such life – never knowing anything aside from the harsh Jedi training and sacrifice. Still, stories continued to romanticize the Jedi way of living, placing the monk-esque order in fairy tales and legends alike. Kaiza used to love such stories – still did – but now she understood glowing swords and fancy powers hardly defined the order’s true mission. And she’d never trade her childhood for growing among the Jedi. Truly, despite putting great effort in trying to see herself in Carona’s place, the task proved fruitless. On the bright side, she now understood the reason behind the girl’s telepathy.

“And here I thought to be the more experienced student. It is as they say! Age doesn’t mean much among Jedi. I have been with the order for… it’s going to be three years.”

She had much to learn and her training reflected that.

With the tents standing, marking one of the tasks done, Kaiza did not hesitate and immediately moved to the other task assigned to them by master Kitra. The crates did not go anywhere, silently waiting for someone to open them. Quietly regarding them with her green orbs for a second, undecided which to unpack first, the Mirialan ultimately chose one metallic box to be the first patient. Gloved fingers slid against the lid, finding a hold before the Jedi pushed, opening the crate and revealing the expected shipment. Both hands immediately sunk inside, only to appear again, holding a medpac that was still covered in protective wraps. One of many; it was their job to unpack those.

“How’s it been?” chirped the Mirialan to continue their conversation and make the work less dull, “Living with the Jedi, I mean.”

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Allegiance: Silver Jedi
Objective: None as of yet

Of course he had been put on hold. Letting out a sigh, the Jedi Master would shrug his shoulders as he would relax back onto the couch aboard the Dragon. Scanning the channels to see who was on the line, he noticed a name he had not heard in some time.

[member="Relina Zhan"].

Putting them on hold, he would contact the comm for Zhan, to see if the Ducha would pick up. Of course, he would leave a message, whether she did or not.

"Ducha Zhan, this is Master DragonsFlame" He would speak into the comm as information on all the current assignments for the Silver Jedi's mission began appearing on the screen. "I see you're about to begin training with our dear new friends, alongside the Angel Squadron. If there is room in the formation, I can have the Dragon set up and assist the operation" He would offer. Going out of his way to get things done himself when the higher ups were busy was typical Josh, really. And besides, he wanted the excuse to initiate a conversation with Miss Zhan later on when this was over anyway.

Was he going to get in trouble? Probably.

 

[RC-0883]

"Buy’ce gal, buy’ce tal
Vebor’ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat’i meg’parjii’se
Kote lo’shebs’ul narit"

RC-0883 chanted to himself as he inspected the cargo inside the LAAT/c. It was just him, the Pilot, a silent Droid Loadmaster and all of the "dummy" ordinance that would be used in this offensive maneuver. He always felt more comfortable sitting on heap of explosives than he did in a room full of people. Bunker was on loan from the Iron Empire. His expertise in demolitions and prowess as a saboteur made him a perfect fit for this exercise.

Once Bunker was thoroughly satisfied with the quality of the new kit he started his final suit and weapons check. He set his DC-17 to stun mode, this was a non-lethal battle after all. The same time green lights started flashing through his helmet's visor indicating his new KPA-01 Katarn Commando Class Armor was fully operational. "Oya Bravo," he said to himself and his deceased brothers. With his pre-battle ritual finished Bunker opened up his helmet's internal comlink.

"Designation RC-0883 reporting in, but you can call me Bunker"

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Phelan Howell]

Objective 1

"Definitely sounds good," Phelan agreed. He nodded towards the droids. "I'll have them shadow me so they can learn some, and then they'll be good to assist. At the very least, they'll take the non-criticals and free up some of us for the more serious cases."

He gave his Master a salute. "Let me know when you're ready. I'm up for practicing Force healing any time."

As Valae's attention was drawn elsewhere, Phelan also returned to his duties. This was just the first of many days, and it was already proving to be full and daunting. He took a deep breath, rolled his neck, took a swig of water, and turned back to the throng of refugees. Once there was a break, he'd be sure to speak to some of his fellow padawans. It would be good to socialize and get to know the others better.

OOC:
Just a post to say I'm still here.

[member="Carona Totsari"]
[member="Kaiza Pawaro"]
[member="Valae Kitra"]
[member="Tracyn"]

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Nia Sol "] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Darren Torran"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="RC-0883"]

When Relina heard Josh's voice over the comm lines, which remained open on friendly frequencies, she smiled. "Hello, Josh. I thought I saw the Final Dragon on my IFF. Permission granted to join formation... but can you keep up?" she asked, a subtly flirtatious tone in her voice.

She and her Squadron sharply turned around a large asteroid in formation, eyes scanning the area for hostile craft. The asteroid field would make targeting more difficult as well as restricting manoeuvrability in some places. . "... And give me a weapons check, as well."

Indeed when this exercise was all done, there was catching up to do. As she flew around through the ring of tumbling boulders, she saw on her sensor net what appeared to be a clearing some distance ahead... this was the end of the ring system and probably loaded with enemy interceptors.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: Join up with Angel Squadron for combat training.

A hearty laugh escaped him at her response. He knew Relina well enough to know she was teasing him. "Of course. I won't pretend to be the pilot you and the rest of your crew are, but I think I can at least manage that" He responded. "I'll alert the station to know I'm coming in ahead of time and have the outfitting ready ASAP. Just give me a moment, feel free to continue your operation without me, I can catch up"

With that, he would switch back to the original comm at the station.

"Hi! Sorry to make you wait, though I'm sure you've been quite busy. My ship is coming in, sending outfitting requirements now...

No need for instruction. I got work to do."

-------

It wasn't long after that the Final Dragon would make it's way out, and fly off to catch up with Angel Squadron. His ship had been outfitted with the training protocol so as not to fire actual shots and all that. The ship's speeds had been increased for the sake of catching up, and would slow down again once he did. Quickly, he switched the comm back.

"Master DragonsFlame to Ducha Zhan, I'm entering formation now. Your choice on which spot best suits me, you're the Major after all.

Oh and Reli? We'll have to catch up after this."

He had afforded himself at least one small break in the formalities for him to address her by a rather new nickname, it seemed. Though his expression hardened when he saw the asteroid field up ahead.

"Balls... I bloody hate these things" He muttered under his breath. "R4, I hope you're ready to help me through this."

The beeps in affirmative from his co-pilot put him at ease somewhat.

[member="Relina Zhan"]

 

[Kal Visna]

Allies: The Silver Jedi
Objective: Stress testing

It's been a while since he hasn't done this thing, but that wouldn't make his abilities to fade, what other called "cowardice" was his form of art, why ever bother fighting an enemy, when you can destroy him with the so called "cowardly" methods, sneaking, deceiving, laying traps, that's how things should be done, that's how he does them. Kal took a deep breath as if signaling his job has officially started, his purple lightsaber was at his left side as per usual, he was wearing his light armor as it was obvious, the hood was not covering his head so his field of vision can be normal.

The small ship landed at a certain distance from the Ceraluen Comms Station, a place like that would certainly have a way of detecting him if he just came with the ship closer, let alone people could see it in the air. Taking out Ceraluen first was the logical choice, it would be no point to take care of Fort Armour just to have the enemy alerted by his presence, the loss of communication could also create some disorder, chaos can be such a good ally.

He left the ship hidden as he begun running towards Ceraluen as far away from the natural eye as possible, normally he'd consider placing come explosives on the ship, just in case the enemy might find it, this could stop them from alerting others and buy a little time but... this was just an exercise after all.

As he ran, he reached for his communicator "Kal Visna reporting in, I landed on Ceraluen and I'm heading towards the comms station, over." The palce didn't seem to have too much in regards of defense, but the aerial patrols will be a real bother...

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Nia Sol "] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Darren Torran"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="RC-0883"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

Relina blushed hearing a shortened version of her given name. She hesitated to comment. "... Indeed." she said finally. "Take aft position. I suspect with this interference, our orbital insertion will be such that a hypersonic flight to the target area would be necessary and practical... hence, the keeping up." she added. "Dragon One, confirm target co-ordinates at vector two-eight-zero degrees. Stick close to my tail."

"Master Dragonsflame, it's official. Looks like you got yourself a callisgn, Dragon One, the first...." Angel Three's voice resounded over the comm.

Relina would turn to avoid another asteroid, intentionally flying close to the tumbling rock, but banking around it tightly. This would actually help increase their chances of passing through the field without being detected, especially with Josh's ship not having the same low-profile design meant to deflect sensor signals away from their source. The Angels capitalised on a stealthy advance and, more often than not, got the first shot on hostile targets as a result. There were several minutes of silence... dead silence apart from the comm chatter. Then, Relina's missile-lock tone filled the cockpit jsut as a red diamond-shaped target marker lit up on her HUD.

"One to command, I've got tone. AMRAMs armed." she said, her thumb hovering over the missile-launch button on her control stick. On board the Firedrake, logistic support was tracking the action on long range sensors, acting like a sort of spaceborne AWACS.

"The Angel Squadron is reporting missile lock."

"Meteor and Garuda Squadrons also reporting missile lock."

"... They have a whole defensive line within the asteroid field and just beyond it looks like.... Fire at will."

"Fire at will."

"Fire at will."

Relina would stare directly at the ship she was locked onto. Its flight pattern changed when it realised it was being spiked by radar. "Angels we are red and free... Angel One, Fox three!"

Angel Three, Fox three!"

"Angel Seven, Fox three!"

While no live missiles were fired, the ordinance cylinders that held the Terminus' ammunition still dropped to reveal thier ordinance, rotated a new missile tube into place, and retracted as it normally would. The tracking modules, however, held all weapon systems into 'safe' mode, instead transmitting a signal that simulated the firing of a concussion missile with the same capabilities and yields of the selected ordinance. Relina found this to be odd, as she was used to seeing her own ammunition flying ahead of her and still expected to see a report or an evasive manoeuvre. She got the latter, anyway.

"They do not see us yet... I've got no sensor pings. Blow through! Shoot down anything that attacks." She said as she pushed her throttle forward toward a clearing in the asteroid field. They were almost clear of the ring.

"Yes, My Lady!" The Angels responded, advancing in unison and aggressive style.

 

[Lina Renning]

Objective 1 - Triage
[member="Valae Kitra"] // [member="Carona Totsari"] // [member="Tracyn"] // @the others

Absentmindedly tying silvery hair back, Lina Renning treaded down a landing ramp and stepped onto the surface of Ceraluen. She had never so much as laid eyes on the planet before - she had never so much as laid eyes on a good many of the Silvers who'd flown to the planet that morning. But she could get past that. Refugees had fled the Dominion's sphere of influence and landed here, and now they needed help.

If Lina could provide that help, the rest was a lesser concern.

She made her way to the refugee settlement, light on her feet. A handful of Jedi were at work setting up tents, and various others treated patients. A frown wove through her features, more thoughtful than displeased. Lina was no healer - not yet. She couldn't fully treat these injured. She knew enough that she could lessen their discomfort. But lives were at stake - more than that she was afraid to try. Lina had faith in her abilities, but she would never gamble lives based on faith.

Instead, she made a beeline for the ship stacked with crates of medpacks and began to carry them down to the surface. Lina was far from strong, far from good at this type of work, but right now it was what was useful. It mattered far more to her that she was useful than that she was elsewhere and doing less.

When the craft had been emptied of the medpack crates, Lina started to unpack them. She realised at some point in the middle of the process that she was humming through a small smile.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Triage
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] @Tracyn @Phelan Howell [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Nia Sol "][member="Kaiza Pawaro"]

Cathul was lucky that most of the injuries that could readily be treated without a bacta tank were able to be handled by the NFU staff and equipment. As she sees the Mirialan patient being hauled away to the orthopedics ward, she had to go see the main dining room, which is crowded, and whom she knew would play host to tons of malnourished refugees that would simply be in the hospital ship to regain their strength before they could be relocated. Of course, the assemblage of refugees laid out before her caused Cathul to shead some tears, much like she did back on Karfeddion after bringing in another load of refugees from a Vong attack. Refugees were aplenty here: Kushiban, Mirialans, humans, Twi'leks, Duros, Nautolans, Givins, Cathars, Wookiees, even a Zeltron or two. Sure she had to do something for those refugees, many of whom lost their livelihoods, their homes in this slew of Sith attacks, with Kol Huro, Ord Trasi, Serenno, Kushibah and Mirial being hit the hardest, and Bimmiel, Gravlex Med, Vjun, Aargonar, Eol Sha and Krayiss II being less affected. But she began to grow concerned for their ability to provide for those war-displaced refugees upon seeing just how many of them there were onboard the Pharmacokinetics.

"How long do our food supplies last?"

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective: 1
Location: Ceraluen
Post #: 1
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Lina Renning"]

Heartbeat was no stranger to caring for those who’d found themselves in unfortunate situations whether it be a war torn planet or a village that had suffered a natural disaster. Sometimes there was little you could do, but acting quickly was the key to upping survival rates. That being said, Valae Kitra had done an excellent job setting up aid for refugees and rallying the support of the Silvers around her. Jedi spent a good portion of their time fighting Sith and keeping peace but a big part of the title were the less glamorous relief missions. Sure, they looked good on paper and the Silver had always been partial to this sort of thing but it was tedious, heartbreaking work at times.

Though she spent less of her time in Silver space now, Joza still maintained friendly ties with the more isolated group. Valae was a friend from her Padawan days, gentle yet determined. Back then the exuberant Zeltron was more likely to display kindness for weakness, but now she had nothing but respect and pride for a friend she hadn’t had contact with in ages.

Seeing little need for combat medics, the Heka Healer arrived in lighter gear and began to fan out and assist where needed. Joza had sent word to Valae earlier about their arrival and had yet to make face to face contact with the Jedi Master. The reunion could wait until later, now there was work to do.

While the Zeltron nurses added a bright pop of pink to the otherwise uniform relief distribution they were nothing if not professional and kindly. While good natured mannerisms were preferred, Joza kept an eye on them so that they would not become too unruly or flamboyant—it was a common trait in young Zeltron women but not one that she wanted to cultivate in her medical professionals.

The Rogue was helping unload a few crates of dura clothes when she noted a young man—one of the Jedi, presumably—lingering near the cargo transport looking rather tense. She recognized the fidgeting, the balled fists, the tension he held in his shoulders. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to see if you looked close enough.

“You alright?” She asked, gaze flickering over to him for the moment. This sort of thing could cause stress on the mind for a million reasons.

 

[Alan]

Objective 1
Packin and unpackin'/Emotional Turmoil and uncomfortable truths

[member="Joza Perl"] and other Jedi friends

A voice broke through the crowd. The Force washed out from Tracyn. It was an element of surprise. And a brief hint of rage. Tracyn had been touched long ago by the dark side, and never been able to release it from him. His soul wasn't blackened, but the cancerous nature of the dark side would permanently rest within Tracyn. Anyone with half a brain, and a mild understanding of the Force, could feel it. He turned and faced the noise. Instinct taught him to look high, then low. Attacks, unexpected, usually came up. Species that evolved to be bipedal, intelligent, and habitual rarely looked up, because they were the apex predator in their environment. This is why attacks from above worked so well. People didn't need to look up when the threats came from below in their environment. That was the soldier in Tracyn, and the hunter. The Jedi in him found the Zeltron to be the source of the inquisition.

He itched the back of his neck, letting his arm fall to his side. He stood out like a sore thumb among tiny little fingers in the crowd. He stared at her for a while, formulating a response that wouldn't warrant more questioning. Tracyn hadn't talked to a woman, let alone a person, in depth in months, if not years.

"Fine. You?"

He wasn't exactly a smooth talker. The words were stressed. Forced, almost. He was trying to hard to appear normal, and not like he wanted to cleave in someone's skull. Blood fever ran rampant in Tracyn, somewhere in the back of his mind. It didn't take much to bring that demon out of him. Then again, it didn't take much to bring any demons out of Tracyn.

 

[Alan]

Objective 1

Packin and unpackin'/Emotional Turmoil and uncomfortable truths

[member="Joza Perl"] and other Jedi friends

A voice broke through the crowd. The Force washed out from Tracyn. It was an element of surprise. And a brief hint of rage. Tracyn had been touched long ago by the dark side, and never been able to release it from him. His soul wasn't blackened, but the cancerous nature of the dark side would permanently rest within Tracyn. Anyone with half a brain, and a mild understanding of the Force, could feel it. He turned and faced the noise. Instinct taught him to look high, then low. Attacks, unexpected, usually came up. Species that evolved to be bipedal, intelligent, and habitual rarely looked up, because they were the apex predator in their environment. This is why attacks from above worked so well. People didn't need to look up when the threats came from below in their environment. That was the soldier in Tracyn, and the hunter. The Jedi in him found the Zeltron to be the source of the inquisition.

He itched the back of his neck, letting his arm fall to his side. He stood out like a sore thumb among tiny little fingers in the crowd. He stared at her for a while, formulating a response that wouldn't warrant more questioning. Tracyn hadn't talked to a woman, let alone a person, in depth in months, if not years.

"Fine. You?"

He wasn't exactly a smooth talker. The words were stressed. Forced, almost. He was trying to hard to appear normal, and not like he wanted to cleave in someone's skull. Blood fever ran rampant in Tracyn, somewhere in the back of his mind. It didn't take much to bring that demon out of him. Then again, it didn't take much to bring any demons out of Tracyn.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Objective: Stress testing
Ship

Now that the Rogues were finally back together, everything seemed to be moving far faster than it ever had before. Already they were working closely with the Silver Jedi, a group that was much more militant than the traditional Jedi she'd dealt with in the past, not that Juwiela minded that. At least it meant they knew how to get things done, which was the only way she would even tolerate remaining with their number. The Rebellion needed to work with people that weren't afraid of taking the initiative when it came to the greater threats in the galaxy, and thus far this particular sect seemed to be the perfect fit. Her only real complaint was that she'd never gotten a feel for how their pilots operated, but that was what today was all about: putting their air-defense measures to the test.

The Rebels were playing the dissidents, but then, when weren't they? They were born and bred underdogs, and though this was a test exercise it also wasn't all that far from the truth insofar as the odds they faced on a daily basis. All of them were used to runs like this against an enemy far more prepared, and they knew exactly how to make the hits that would achieve the highest success rates, though it was nice to have that information laid out in some form such as during the briefing. All that was really left at this point was to get in their own birds and take to the skies, and she'd been impatient to do that from the moment that she'd been notified of this exercise in the first place. Her love of flying was to the point where she felt more comfortable in the cockpit than anywhere else, even if she was being shot at ninety-nine percent of the time that was the case.

"This is Rogue Leader. Lock S-foils in attack position, but wait for my mark to fire. Everyone find a wing mate for going through this asteroid field, and watch your six. This might just be an exercise, but treat it like it's live. All wings, report in." She was at ease in a starfighter, and taking command came far easier to her here than it would anywhere else. The Rogues had only flown in an asteroid field on a handful of occasions, so this would make for good practice regardless. This was the best way to get back into the near-reckless mindset all pilots of the Alliance once held and in some cases still did. They hadn't gained their reputation - not to mention once extravagant bounties - for nothing. "It's good to be flying with all of you again."

[member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Leea Pandac"], [member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Leea Pandac]

Objective: Follow Rogue Leader (Stress Testing)

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56Tm6qnVEgQ

Leea had been concerned when hearing they would be working with the Jedi. She had always figured that Jedi were supposed to be some sort of peacekeepers who would try to lock up insurgents like the Rebels. However, thus far it seemed that such a thought was of little import as the Jedi were friendly enough. She trusted the leadership of the Rebels to not put the Rogues into a situation they couldn't make it out of. It would certainly be interesting to see how they fared compared to the defenders. Unsurprisingly they were playing the role of a 'Red Team' according to what she had learned. She hoped that not all of the defenders would be a Jedi, she didn't know too much about their abilities but she knew enough to know that they were not a force to be messed with.

Definitely not the most talented pilot on the squadron, Pandac believed herself to be decent enough to be counted among their number. She hoped one day to be able to do some land based mission instead of this flying, not that she would complain or tell anyone that. She was content in the air, but her old stomping grounds were, well, the ground. Running that was her specialty, long distance running was her forte. She was still learning when it came to marksmanship, but at the moment it didn't take much concern. The targeting computer on the fighter would do most of the hard work, though Leea would have preferred to have known the various calculations herself so that she could make the decisions on her own. That was just her though.

When the comm on the Runner crackled to life with the voice of Rogue Leader Pandac listened closely. Flipping the switch to put her S-foils in attack position Pandac pulled back somewhat to slow down just ever so slightly. She was going to pull off of the group, whoever would follow would. This was not a game, there shouldn't be any of that silly picking and choosing who goes with who. This was a mission to be treated as a live situation. Since it appeared she was the first to respond, Leea responded first, "Rogue three standing by. Good to be back Lead."

It had been a mistake to leave the Alliance. She had just needed some time to realize that. At the moment she had no plan of ever leaving until the job was done. Which was to say probably never. She planned on continuing the battle, continuing to fight for those who could not. Perhaps one day she would fall, but that would not be today.

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Ceraluen
Objective: Provide aid
Post: 1
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Carona Totsari"] | [member="Tracyn"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Phelan Howell"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Lina Renning"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] {?}

--
With a satchel over her shoulder, the faded shield across her back and another satchel in her hand, Stephanie ran out of the landing craft as soon as it touched down. She was probably late to the operation, but it had been a rather last minute choice to fly out from Voss.

Was her new Master here? Probably not, but Stephanie hoped she would understand why Stephanie had jumped on-board a transport to arrive here. She simply wanted to help and find herself with the other Silver Jedi.

With heavy breathing, she edged past Rangers keeping the peace, past Jedi keeping those refugees safe and helping coordinate aid, and past healers and medics themselves carrying out work that real heroes did without lightsabers and weapons.

There was a Master here – a Valae Kitra – but Stephanie was a nobody and didn’t expect to be seen. A face that blended into the crowd, as she didn’t even own Silver Jedi robing or a lightsaber. She could almost pass for a traveler or refugee herself.

She was just dressed in very neutral, very natural plain attire.

Passing by a group of medics, she slowed to a halt and held up her satchels filled with supplies, hair stuck to her brow with sweat.

"Fresh supplies," she panted. "Who needs what where?"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Triage
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Nia Sol "][member="Stephanie Swail"]

"You have to make the distinction between medical and non-medical supplies. Medical supplies seem to be used at a normal rate" the nurse told Cathul.

"The non-medical supplies. I do not wish to jeopardize our ability to render assistance: insufficient supplies can do a number on us"

"Three or four months at that rate"

"In two months, check back if we have enough supplies to last the last month, otherwise, we will have to order frozen stuff from Pizza Hutt"

Yes, the refugee crisis is real. Yes, the sight of hordes of malnourished refugees can bring tears to the eyes of many outside of the Sith, even among the Mandalorians that she once served, just that Cathul had to be realistic about the ability to sustain said refugees before they had to be relocated. There was always Pizza Hutt, from either Nal Hutta or Dulvoyinn, whom she knew that she could rely upon prior to the main supply to arrive, should a resupply of food is required. But food wasn't everything, and from what she knew, what people usually called consumables often talked about fuel, food, water, spare parts and other stuff that is necessary to keep a ship running. Except that, two months from now, they may no longer be on Ceraluen, nor would she be taking care of those refugees. Nevertheless, she looked amused to see thousands of refugees eating in that same room in the hospital ship, to see that they would need to be fed until such time comes that they can be relocated.

 

[Phelan Howell]

"Fresh supplies! Who needs what where?"

Those words were a godsend. Phelan had just released his latest patient and tugged off his gloves when he realized those were has last pair. Force user or not, it was still considered basic (and best) practice to use gloves when treating patients, and his satchel was now empty. And he was out of water and running low on sanitizing solution and bandages.

He waved to the young woman as he stood. "I'll take some. I'm out of gloves and the basics. Do you have any thread and bandages? Bacta patches?"

OOC:
I'm assuming you weren't targeting anyone in particular?

[member="Stephanie Swail"]