Populate Picking up the Pieces - GA Populate Of Vicondor

[Jonyna Si]

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"Chit, sorry." She looked up to see the woman before her. "Oh! I remember you. Yeah, I'm Jonyna. And uh..." She looked around, focusing on the supplies. They slowly floated upward, and in front of Jonyna. "Sure. I can help. Just show me where you want what." She paused, snickering. "Man, if only I could've escaped with just a broken nose. But look! No hands! Ain't the Force handy?" Maybe she was just coping, but lightening the mood was always Jonyna's specialty. "So, lemme guess, the mando tried to headbutt you."

Tag: Corazona von Ascania

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

"On three." Andy didn't waste any time.

"One, two, THREE!" He yelled, lifting with all the willpower he had through the force.

Tag: Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

I learned from my mother and father, but I am not them!​

Spoiler: PERSONAL EFFECTS

Jedi Defender Light Corvette

"Crotch Rocket" Speederbike

Headset Microphone Comm-link

Vambraces

Custom Robes/Armor

Long handle Lightsaber "Alpha"

Short saber "Omega"

Astromech Droid "D1-N3"

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
SECTOR: Kiffu
MISSION: Search and Rescue
TAGS: Anthony Gray Sun

Connell exhaled hard as he (combined with Anthony) lifted the rubble off and pushed it away. He would need a moment to catch his breath as Service Corps members would get the refugees to safety. A nod to each of them, Connell learned just how important they were to a rescue effort like this. Sure, he had his gifts through the Force, but they did such important work on their ideals and will alone. Thank you, gentlemen.

A few of them might have been caught off guard, but the general consensus was that they were all in this together. As there were more areas in need being pointed out, the young Jedi Knight looked to his colleague. Connell Vanagor. Shall we?

 

[Makko Vyres]

KIFFU

SHIELD | ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | DRONES | SHIP | PISTOL​

"Master [Tirin Raene , s-sir," Loomi responded, jumping slightly at another distant lightning strike.

"I didn't go to the battle," she noted. "Was it scary?"

"I don't think I've met them," Makko said. "But...er...no need for the sir. Makko is fine."

The title had sent a cold shiver up his spine. It did not sit well with him.

"It was...sad," Makko said. "I was at Ukatis. That planet doesn't have a lot and yet the Mandalorians hit it hard. They went right for the royal family. Met a mandalorian who took me on with a sword made of mandalorian iron. Not the easiest to fight. But there was hope, even there. Cora came back to us and they didn't take the world. But I hear they might not stay in the Alliance."

If they felt they had been attacked because of that Alliance and that they hadn't been properly defended then Makko could see what made the people of Ukatis angry. Not that he knew of politics. And not that he thought highly of the nobles who ran the world. At least he had been there to witness Cora standing up to her father.

"Eugh," he went, tilting his head to one side as another lightning bolt came down.

"Did you know lightning drops power into every frequency? Even though my implants are shielded it hurts like hell when they strike close."

 

[Eloise Dinn]

"Thank you for your service."

Eloise nodded. “You too.”

She followed Albrecht to the next survivor. This one was a woman partially buried underneath rubble, unable to get out. Once again, Eloise lifted the debris with the Force, revealing the woman’s mangled legs. Not a lethal injury, but she had lost a lot of blood. "You have a portable blood synthesizer, don't you?" she asked the medic. It seemed like a vital piece of equipment, but she had very little faith in the competency of other people.

Todblaz Graker​

 

[Katherine Holt]

If there was one word to describe the feeling of stepping out onto Kiffu, it would be cold.

Katherine had been on Ryloth when the Mandalorians were attacking it. The city of Lessu felt like an inferno in comparison, and not just because parts of it were on fire. It was a combination of the sounds, sights and smells. But none of it properly settled, not until after she had done fighting off the attackers.

And now here she was, standing amidst what remained, ruins. The cold aftermath of the carnage the Enclave had caused. An overwhelming sense of sadness settled over Katherine’s heart. But beneath it, a raging fire simmered, wanting to make the Mandalorians pay.

The Padawan pushed the thought aside as she listened to Valery, watching as the Jedi Master tapped Marigold on the shoulder. What unfolded amused Katherine greatly, evidently so with the expression on her face. Right up until the moment that the Padawan seemed to remember where she was.

Katherine bit on her tongue, trying to not laugh too much. Not like she had any room to speak. Where Marigold seemed to have a fixation on blasters, Katherine was a bit of a weapon nerd when it came to bladed weaponry.

She spared a side glance over to Valery, remembering that both Nobles had been witness to a similar scene with the winged Padawan, when she had first laid eyes on Seszil.

“Ideally, we could try to climb over the debris, use the Force to shorten the work. We’d have to be mindful of our footing however.” Katherine crossed her arms as she examined their path ahead. “Alternatively, we find a route around, maybe through the buildings? But that runs the risk of entering potentially collapsible structures.”

Valery Noble | Marigold​

 

[Alexander Hayes]

There was a small smile on Alex’s face as the vehicle kicked into gear and they set off. It reminded the K’paur of the ‘good ol’ days’ with his old squad. All huddled into a relatively small space as they made a bumpy journey to their next destination. Most of them were gone now though, but Alexander counted his blessings that Aiden and Zinder were still alive.

He couldn’t help but grin as Bren’s men sounded off their introductions. It truly did feel like the old gang, only they were missing an explosives specialist. Although, he imagined that role was part of Talis’ side.

Zinder did always prefer the heavy weaponry.

“It’s good to meet you all, and a pleasure to be working with you today. Here’s hoping we have a smooth ride.”

Not barely a few minutes later, Alexander began to feel a shift in the Force, one that quickly grew within intensity.

What’s that saying the Jedi always like to say? I got a bad feel-

Alexander’s thought was interrupted as an explosion slammed into the left side of the Ronto. He opened his mouth to speak, only for it to clamp shut as a second explosion tore into the vehicle. The sound of metal being shredded filled his ears, as they suddenly veered to one side heavily.

The K’paur didn’t need to be told twice, bracing himself as the vehicle slammed down onto its side and into the nearby treeline. Alexander let out a pained groan, undoing his own seatbelt. Durable as he might be, having your head get knocked around still wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“I’m all good.”

Lt. Bren Alazar​

 

[Lt. Bren Alazar]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon

(Snipers)- SMR, "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)

(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun,

3 Grenades, Fire Grenade, Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon

(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS AND SUPPORT

BLUE TEAM - Michael,

OVERWATCH AND AUTOMATED PILOTING -Seraphim

Michael,Seraphim

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Objective 1 | Licking Wounds


"Good"

["Shaken, but not stirred."]

"Let's go."

Grab anything you want. Everyone out.

Pulling a flashang, Bren climbed out the top of the vehicle, pulled the pin and dropped the grenade into the hold once everyone was out. Jumping down and trotting away, he waited for confirmation before speaking. Crackling, popping and flashes set everything inside a blaze. No one was getting their hands on the tech in there.

Checking his weapon, I may have rank, but that only means something on payday to me, so we have work to do and we should all have input. I think we're needed out here more than ever now.

"I have the recon drone." Talis spoke up.

TAG: Alexander Hayes /

... yeah, I scare them.

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[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Location: Ukatis.

Nathan wasn't surprised, and wasn't shocked by anything he saw. The Gulag Era had desensitized him utterly to such sights.

Cities broken and ravaged. People sick and dying from injuries, infections that were normally perfectly treatable. Crime. Violence.

Hell of a lot more Jedi though.

Nathan was still badly wounded. He had been forced to hide. The Mandalorians had pulled back, seemingly satisfied with their handiwork. The system wasn't secure. Evacuations were a necessity now more than ever. The Mandalorians would be back.

He had treated the most serious wounds with what med supplies he could scavenge from the dead. But he was in no real condition to fight, wandering around in his broken armor.

He felt the Force tugging him in some direction under rubble and came across a pile of dead. How quickly the Jedi forget the lessons of slaughter. He heard something, started digging, found the heavily mutilated, burned body of Westenra Mina , flinching, twitching, silent in suffering, her tattered armor in such poor shape it simply couldn't repair.

"Lynda, my friend..." Nathan spoke, kneeling down and lifting her bloody, torn apart form up.

"You look awful."

"I feel awful." she gasped through a partly torn away mouth as she realized who was speaking.

"We didn't win, did we?"

"No. We didn't." Nathan answered as he carried her from the carnage.

"Chit...you'd think the Alliance had forgotten all about The Maw." The heavily damaged Android muttered.

"We'll get you sorted..." he promised. "Just have to get a nice transmitter, hope The Mandalorians aren't jamming anything, and maybe get a Bacta-Works Cruiser here.

"I need mind energy to heal. Bacta won't do chit..." Lynda hissed. "If anything, it would have...the opposite effect."

Nathan sighed, knowing what he was contemplating next was a bad idea.

"Feed off me, then." he said, pulling down his collar.

The hideously mutilated Android stared at him.

"You serious?"

"I can't have you seen feeding on the innocent."

The Android stared a moment before black, metallic fangs slid into place. She clasped his neck very gently, and then slid her fangs into his flesh as nonviolent and painless as she could manage.

It felt like his thoughts were getting sucked away to someplace dark, foreboding...

The Android pulled away in shock and fright, scrambling away with her good arm and the stumps that had been her legs as Nathan collapsed to the ground, coughing, feeling nothing but cold.

Nathan lost consciousness...

He was jolted awake an hour later by emergency medical crews. His unconscious state was filled with the moments of Lysandra's murder. He was covered in Bacta patches, in fresh underwear. He was good enough to walk without bleeding out. He was in some kind of treatment camp. Lynda was nowhere in sight.

"Oh! You're awake!" said one of the nurse droids.

Nathan glanced at her. "My armor. Where is it?"

"What's left of it? We put it in a bin not far from here. Best off getting yourself new armor...it's been totalled."

"I'll take it under advisement."

"We're gonna be evacuating everyone we can soon."

"I'll look for stragglers."

"Stick close to the camp. When that evac ship comes down, it's leaving, with or without you."

"Again, under advisement."

The nurse sighed and handed him simple relief effort clothes. He had one other thing to do before he left.

He had to get his lightsaber back...

Nathan dressed quickly and left the camp. He would keep an eye out for survivors but his primary objective was retrieving his blade...

 

[Loomi]

Kiffu
Tags: Makko Vyres

"Not the easiest to fight. But there was hope, even there. Cora came back to us and they didn't take the world. But I hear they might not stay in the Alliance."

"I'm glad miss Cora is okay," Loomi noted. "Her home becoming a warzone must have been hard for her."

She had a unique appreciation for the things that Corazona had experienced. After all, they felt very much like her own pain did. A painful past with actions that both now looked on with some degree of guilt. Loomi didn't understand what the young noblewoman had gone through exactly, but their pain made them similar. There was some comfort in that, as well as a genuine respect for the skill that she had managed to gain in spite of that pain. Loomi wondered if she'd ever be able to face her own past head on like she had.

The man shifted the topic, speaking about the frequencies that came off of the electrical strikes from on high. Loomi nodded as he spoke. She didn't fully understand the science, but she did know what he was saying.

"I-I can feel them too," she stated. "My legs have 'feelers.' They're all tingly with the lingering energy in the air."

It was the only way that she could understand the pain receptors in her prosthetics. The way Loomi described them was basic, but Makko would understand the point she was trying to get across. They were both in a uniquely dangerous position going on this mission in particular, but there were worse situations to be in.

Loomi had avoided the warfront so far.

 

[Denn Verdan]

Objective 1 | Licking Wounds
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Denn came forward somewhat uncertainly, casting a gaze about him before focusing on the emerald-skinned woman.

He was a fairly tall man, though not impressively so. His body bore the benefits of an athletically lived life, with a hearty musculature over his frame. An emerald cloak was wrapped around him, with a steely gray tunic beneath. Blue-green eyes conveyed kindness that contrasted with his fiery hair and beard. The folds of his garment concealed any lightsaber that might be set at his hip, but he had the bearing of a Jedi.

"You must be Master Serys," he said, possibly botching her rank. He'd been told she was the Chief Healer, and had made some assumptions to go along with that position. Bowing his head in respect, he continued on.

"My name is Denn. Denn Verdan. I am a Knight recently recalled from an extended Consular assignment to the Aing-Tii. I was given only a cursory briefing, but my understanding was that the need here was great... and I can see that is indeed the case."

A slight frown touched his lips. He had never been in the presence of such suffering as he felt emanating from this place. He'd been in rooms with the injured and dying. He'd felt the agony of a battlefield after an engagement against slavers. But he'd never sensed such a wide-ranging plague of pain as he felt here today.

"I have some training in healing," he said, somewhat underplaying the reality, "please put me to use where you will. I will do my best to help, according to your plan for taking on this tragedy."






Amani Serys

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: Marigold Katherine Holt

Valery spent a quiet moment looking at the two Padawans, while they froze and took in the environment. This wasn't a war zone anymore, but it sure felt like one. Seeing it with their own eyes was important, and she wanted to give them that brief moment to process it all. This was serious and people had lost their lives here. Now it was up to them and many others to make sure nobody else would lose their lives on Kiffu.

"The blasters were custom-made by a friend of mine, as a birthday gift," Valery said with a chuckle when Marigold started to nerd out over the weapons. It was a sign that likely meant she knew how to use them pretty well — hopefully, they weren't going to need to use them.

This battle was supposed to be over.

But as Valery snapped back into focus and started to walk, remnants of the battle soon called out to them. Down the street somewhere, they could hear the groaning of an injured man. His voice was muffled, and every little move he made resulted in metal scratching against stone.

Someone was stuck under debris, and it wasn't a Jedi.

 

[Marigold]

Marigold looked back up to Valery. "Well then, I'll put them to good use, should we get into trouble." Blonde's blush continued as Katherine repressed her laugh, squiting at her with a huff, though not offended. Amused by the reaction as well, though, not being good at communicating such, on the comment about using the Force, she shrugs. "Right, small problem, you're the two people that can use Force without running out of breath." The young padawan shook her head. She was still new to the whole concept of the Force, and how to use it, connection and proper channeling of it was a whole another can of worms.

"We'll figure something out, I guess..." She mused, walking along with the master and having her blaster trained at every single noise that seemed out of place, it might not have been a battlefield anymore, but that didn't mean that it wasn't dangerous.

Eventually, hearing groaning of the man. Young padawan immedietly breaks into the run, without questions she throws herself towards the source of the sound. "Hey! Are you alright? Chit, the guy probably been there a while!" She swtiched from her awkward attitude to a more fierce, assertive one. While she looked for the source with unshaken tenacity and determination, going towards said source boldly and carelessly. Should she find the debris the man is under, she without a doubt will try to pull him the debris up so he can get out... And without a doubt, she'll fail. Being scrawny and not trained to use Force properly in order to assist with such matters however, wouldn't stop her from trying. And the sounds of her woes and struggles would probably, be tell-tale sign she needed assistance.

Katherine Holt
Valery Noble

 

[Amani Serys]

Kellen Mynn - Denn Verdan​

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"I'll take it," Amani said, looking up at the sky as if expecting the fleet to burst through the clouds, "The city perimeter is clear, they've got clearance to land. And consider yourself drafted," She pointed back toward the camp itself and smirked wryly. Amani wasn't exactly a pushy person, but in times like this she was going to rope her fellow Jedi into help whether they liked it or not, "What do you have for us?" She asked Kellen for any notable specifics on what the fleet was bringing.

Another man approached not a moment afterwards, and Amani nearly bumped into him as she turned around. The knight introduced himself as Denn Verdan, his mention of the Aing-Tii earning a curious eyebrow raise from the Chief Healer, "You're not wrong. We need all the help we can get." He had some medical experience of his own. Good. "Trained healers especially. Right now we don't have enough to accommodate the injured. Right now the only plan is triage, and help who you can."

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Tags: Eloise Dinn | Open

Tod followed the two to the location, chasing as fast as he could. When he arrived he put his hands on his knees and stood there winded, while the debris over the patient was removed.

"You have a portable blood synthesizer, don't you?"

"Hah, I do my medicine old school." Tod said between winded breathes.

He stood up straight before walking over to the patient, palpating for pulse on the thighs. Once he found it he pulled two tourniquets from out of his bag and placed them beneath the artery to prevent any more blood-loss. Once he had finished he pulled out splints and began stabilizing her legs. To end it he set up an IV of saline, jabbing the little needle into her supinated forearm while using a little metal stand to hold the bag up. Checking her breathing he was satisfied with the work.

Standing up he cocked his head at the woman on the ground and pulled a syringe from one of his pouches. Taking off the protective cover, he injected it into the bottom of the saline bag, letting it mix with the rest of the fluids.

Stepping out of the little pit he looked at his associates, "Personally I prefer my method, technology can only get you so far."

 

[Eloise Dinn]

"Hah, I do my medicine old school."

Eloise lifted an eyebrow in confusion. She watched him work, creating a tourniquet and setting up an IV drip. She wasn’t sure what was in the bag, but she had a feeling it wasn’t bacta or any other healing substance she’d heard of.

"Personally I prefer my method, technology can only get you so far."

Eloise’s skin crawled as she looked at the unfortunate woman. If this guy was using outdated medical technology and archaic methods on a lark, he could cause her to needlessly lose her legs—or worse. It was textbook negligence. Rather than announce her suspicions, she said, “My master is the Chief Healer. I’m going to call her and see about having this patient evacuated.”

She cast a brief glance toward Albrecht, who looked like he was on the verge of throwing up, before activating her comlink to contact Amani Serys : “We found an injured civilian. Her legs are crushed and she's lost a lot of blood. Requesting immediate evac.”

Todblaz Graker​

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Ukatis
Outfit: Link
Weapon: Link
Tag: Amani Serys Denn Verdan

Kellen shot the Councilor his own amused smile at her words before answering her inquiries. "Bacta packs, rations, tools for clearing debris as well as a hospital ship in orbit. I'll contact the lead ship and have them begin bringing down aide and taking whoever is stable enough for transport."

As a third Jedi approached, Kellen gave him a quick look over before fishing out his communicator and holding it in the palm of his hand. "Commodore, this is Master Mynn. Sending you coordinates for clear landing zones. Friendlies on the ground have established a CCP with many wounded needing attention." The Jedi Master glanced around at all the debris and wounded civilians. "Send a small security escort with each shuttle. People get desperate in these times. Better safe than sorry."

The Alliance Naval Officer on the other end of the holocommunicator affirmed the orders and quickly went about organizing the relief shuttles departures, soon they would be landing with all manner of quickly gathered material to aide the many relief workers on the surface.

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[Anthony Gray Sun]

"Anthony Gray Sun. Lead the way. " Andy was happy to work alongside his fellow knights. While he chose the path of the Service Corps, he still respected his fellow knights for their chosen path. "I take it you're not a Service Corp member?"

The man offered a handshake, sheathing the axe had been using to clear through burning buildings.

Tag: Connel Vanagor

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan walked the ruined city, not phased by the splashes of blood and gore around him. He conducted his own searches on the way back to his lightsaber for civilians. There weren't a whole lot to find. Whoever he located in the ruins, he directed them to the camp he had been treated at. He was so injured he didn't even feel comfortable using the Force.

Where had Lynda gone? He searched the Force, but no answer. He would have to look at her before he left.

Provided she was safe to approach...

He at last reached what was left of the supermarket he had fought the Mandalorians in.

They had disgusted him, taking a hostage. It was partly why he had opted to kill two of them. One got his neck snapped by a flung piece of rebar, and the other had his head smashed into wood repeatedly before being impaled by the same piece of rebar that had killed his friend.

There had been a lot of factors in tossing aside his lightsaber. They were probably wearing material to block it, and weapons too. The best chance of survival he had at the time was to throw them off their game with unexpected aggression, insulting them, and anticipating their slighted pride would make them sloppy as they sought to avenge it.

He had taken no satisfaction in killing them anymore than when he had done it at Lessu. Mandalorians were simply too dangerous in an open fight. Lethal force was often the only option for them.

He wandered in. The corpses were where he had left them.

He focused on the Mandalorian whose face he had destroyed. Even after ten ruthless minutes of slamming his face against wood, he had still been struggling. Nathan had felt nothing.

Looking at that wrecked face, he found he still felt nothing. He questioned himself, wondering if his reasoning was sound. Had he been excessive?

He looked around and saw the dead. Saw his peers, slain like dogs. Civilians butchered. Centuries of history, erased just to send a message to someone else.

Nathan looked at the dead Mandalorian again...and shrugged. One more corpse.

Nathan went over and began stripping him of ammo and weapons, taking a Heavy Sonic Blaster Pistol and a few energy cells, going over to the place where his helmet had shattered, gathering what fragments he could locate and then finally found the surviving destroyed half of his Saberstaff and turned on its one remaining blue blade. Still worked. Could be used in an emergency.

Now came the question of how to get Bacta-Works here in time to at least slightly alleviate the situation, provide an evac ship if nothing else.

Nathan spotted a transmission tower in the distance. If he could reach it, and if it was working, he could summon another ship to help these people. It would help him forget what he had needed to do to survive this battle...

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Ukatis
Objective: Help the refugees
Tags: Colette

Silas smirked almost instantly to the bite back of the padawan, a cheeky talking trait that Valery seemed to pass on to every Jedi she taught. It made for fun competition, as well as a better way of breaking the ice "For your information, I can make a nice pizza thank you very much" he said with sarcasm, knowing his cooking skills were quite minimal compared to Valery who was actually not a bad cook. Although, Silas wasn't going to mention that anytime soon for the reason of giving her more ammo to tease him.

"Don't worry about it, I was only messing. Not everyone is cut out to fly in ships that go at the speed of light" Silas reassured before looking back to the camp to address more serious matters. More refugees were going to turn up over the coming days, if anything they needed more hands rather than supplies.

"More I'm afraid, there was news of a large group coming from the east that we need to prepare for. Not only that. One of the reasons you're specifically here is to not only help control the situation but to help defend it against those who wish to fill their pockets with the credits of the vulnerable."
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