Reconcile Mirial - (Silver Cross)

[The Bounteous Hunt]

Voss...​

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A ship entered the Voss system, the Capital of the only true torch left in a sea of blackness, a silver cloud among dark thunderous storm. Mav had nothing left, nowhere to go, and nowhere to escape the grief in her heart. All she wanted was to go home, and even that seemed impossible to bear. Yet it remained her sole desire, for the purpose of bring her family back to safety.

The ship, carrying a sparse number of other refugees, landed within the ship port. There was little she expected out of being, sullen and broken in her appearance, she did little to assist the other survivors on their journey. It had been a long time now that Mirial had been squeezed of its blood, and every day since Mav Reyti would weep and pray to Nogras to illuminate the shadow of Balagoth, to find some way to save them. To wake up from her nightmares and leave them be as dreams and nothing more.

The Chaos of Balagoth was unforgiving, and was not known to restore what is changed. In one way only did the Dead One remain unchangeable: what was altered, became inalterable.

"... but they rose..." She almost started to weep as she spoke to herself, sending vivid images across her mind of looking back and feeling within her heart an unnatural darkness, that brought the slaughtered to rise. Wiping away tears, she stepped off the ramp and looked for someone to help her.

[member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Zak Dymo"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Finding with her eyes the ship that she was seeking among so many that was docking of late. Why this ship out of any other did the Master pick to greet herself. Knowing from the report given to her that there was those income from a war torn planet. Having now that smile at the young lady that was by her now another fellow healer [member="Kixi Rajki"] . Telling her at last minute that she would be coming to her today. Not knowing the number of count but also this would be some more of her training. To someday she could take over a unit in the silver cross if she so desired.

There getting off out of all the others coming off the force spoke to her. "Come" finding herself coming face to face with [member="Mav Reyti"]

"Come my dear, please do you have family with you." it was waiting now as if until then she would give her a bottle of water and some fresh piece of fruit. Also more then that she would place her hand upon her shoulder as she let her own force of empthany come flowing out of her into her also, in her eyes her own understanding of her situation.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Spoiler: Zak's music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN3Slwk5gWM​

The Voss-Ka Spaceport.

You will never find a more wretched hive of spunk and vacillancy.

Case in point, people at the space port tended to congregate toward where a young Nautolan often practiced a form of street art known as urban dance. Now, the youngling hadn't been out to put on a performance. He was just looking for a place to practice where Ye Olde Jedi Master wasn't going to be upset because the Nautolan had his music turned up loud. So, he'd started coming to an unoccupied section of the space port where he could use his reflection in the mirror-like glasteel of some of the buildings to work on his timing and form. But, he'd come back to the same spot enough that he'd garnered something of a small following.

A small green form flipped through the air, the youngling performing a jump and backflip, before he dropped and began executing a series of break dancing moves in time with the rhythm of the music that poured from out of a small HoloBoy Advanced that was sitting on the ground near where the boy was dancing. Up from the ground, the boy's feet leapt in and out, a spin, and a shuffle.

Being that he was making a spectacle of himself (was that anything new?), then it was probably a good thing that the nine year old had no concept of being self-conscious. Quite the opposite, Zak was where he liked to be. The center of attention.

Shuffle. Kick. Slide. Pop-and-lock as he rocked it to the side. He wasn't even aware of the audience around him, or his own reflection. There was just the music and the Force. And one nine year old Nautolan, dancing like one happy moron.

[member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Mav Reyti"]​

 

[The Bounteous Hunt]

There was a pause as she began to acknowledge the question. She saw the water, and the food, thinking nothing of either. It had been some days since she had tasted either. The grief of her situation distracted her from such luxuries to her health. It was clear she had not slept soundly for some time now, and that her eyes told a story of self-neglect.

"My... family. Oh Gods, why must you bring such pain? On Mirial.... my father... my... son." The green woman spoke finally to the woman known as [member="Maya Carrick"]. Some part of her knew she was here to help, but she was without treatment. Comprehension of the simple kindness went noticed in favour of the constant nagging nightmare that her family truly and actually was dead on Mirial.

More than dead.

That was the true horror, which she could not soundly describe, imagine, or comprehend. Whatever monster had killed her people went a step further to break the psyche of any survivor, a step almost no other being in the Galaxy had done in recent memory. It had been a long time now since the Genocide of Mirial, but for the survivors as badly affected by it as Mav Reyti, it never ended.

"Please tell me you can find them?" She shambled closer to Maya, and began to fall, dropping slowly into darkness...

[member="Zak Dymo"]

(OOC: So sorry about the wait, I've been distracted, and needed time to find the right words to put here. Forgive me?)

 

[Maya Carrick]

Finding herself with out thought as she could tell this one needed her own healing, as did the rest that seem to flow off the ship. Before this ones body hit the ground Maya was there to catch her in her arms. Looking at her team that she had brought. Now it seem that she could brought a bigger team of medical staff and healer. That wouldn't be ponder long as the rest of her team went to work quickly. First things was first she knew that she needed to get her to the medical center even now she could feel her life slipping from this world. This wouldn't happen while on her own watch.

My dear you are safe, we will find your family. Knowing she had already slip under but she still felt it needed to be said.

Finding herself able to go into her own action after finding a medical speeder to be loaded up. Even then she went to work quickly with the little medical supplies she had on her. As her own paste she always carried went to work on her force head. Knowing that there would be nothing more left to do but to keep doing her own job. As her own force dived deeply into the young green women body. As each part of Maya self reach deeper to the core of this young lady.

Reaching out now as she did so, reaching the medical center as those behind also poured in some less in need of attion then others still they all need some kind of treatment.

Kissing the top of [member="Mav Reyti"] forhead before she give the orders of what was needed to be done with the woman. As she went off to others that would need her also, but also letting her team that was very well season take over teaching at the same time of the jr. staff members.

Catching on of the member now working on Mav, "When she is in her room and awake let me know, my darling."
[member="Zak Dymo"]