Faction Restoration Efforts (NJO)

[Kahlil Noble]

Caamas's Temple was once a bustling place in the time of the Old Republic. Lost in an invasion by the Sith of that age, it'd been left untouched. Or so was thought. After Kahlil and Valery Noble followed the trail of a Sith artificer, they found the temple's lower levels desecrated and the souls of the dead damned to a fate of puppetry and manipulation. The active threat had been dealt with then and there, but leaving the temple as it had been was not an option Kahlil felt was right.

Rebuilding the temple is the main purpose. Cleaning, patching holes, rebuilding the grand structure that had been scarred in the wars long, long passed. There's plenty to do for those willing to lend a hand, a hammer, or even some pull in the Force.

The desecration was one of a truly dark nature. Wicked runes plaster the halls, once used to keep the souls of the Jedi lost in the Sith invasion trapped. The souls have been freed, but the lingering corruption remains. Help to cleanse them and bring the Light back to what had once been hallowed ground.

Caamas's temple was an old Jedi center of knowledge and mysticism. While the Sith of old desecrated it, it's deepest secrets still remain hidden. Form a group and explore the deepest parts and find what was left behind.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery knelt in the shadowed corridor of the ruined Jedi Temple, her breathing measured but labored. The once-sacred walls were etched with dark runes, each one a scar left by the Sith who had desecrated this place. Their malevolent energy pulsed faintly, like the remnants of a disease clinging stubbornly to its host.

Her lightsaber lay deactivated at her side, replaced by the glow of Force Light radiating from her outstretched hands. The light surged outward, illuminating the oppressive darkness and unraveling the corrupt energy embedded in the runes. Each burst of light felt like a small victory, but the toll it took on her was undeniable.

Sweat dripped down Valery's temples, her face pale and strained. Her breaths came heavier now, and her hands trembled slightly as she pushed the Force to its limits. The steady rhythm of her heart was joined by a quieter, newer beat within her — a constant reminder of the life she now carried. She was weeks into her pregnancy, and while the miracle filled her with joy, it also meant she had to be more mindful of her limits.

But sitting still wasn't an option.

Valery wiped her forehead with the back of her sleeve, her amber eyes narrowing at the next cluster of runes. The dark energy fought back against her light, resisting purification with an almost sentient malevolence. She gritted her teeth and focused, the warm glow of Force Light intensifying. The temple deserved to be restored, and she would not allow her exhaustion to stop her.

"Just a little more," she murmured to herself, her voice low but resolute. She steadied her breathing and pushed the light forward again.

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Caamas
Tags: Open

Lightsaber
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Jasper Kai'el had what looked to be a boulder slung over his shoulder. But it wasn't just a boulder. And it certainly wasn't an ordinary rock. A freshly harvested Force Crystal is what it was, and at about five feet in height it probably got close to being about the same size as Braze .

And it was significantly heavier.

The Jedi Master dropped the massive gemstone down in the center-most point of the corruption, determined by those who had a far better connection to the force than he did. Jasper had a rare gift, one which was entirely useless without something to channel it into: Force Light. On his own it was little more than a party trick, Jasper found, but Force Crystals were particularly good at taking that useless light and amplifying it into something potent. His sword did such a thing after all, utilized to great effectiveness against the Sith. It had other uses, of course. The Wall of Light used on Exegol had shown him this very thing.

"Alright," Jasper sighed, patting the large gemstone, "I'm gonna feel that in the morning."

He followed up by breaking out a stick of chalk, beginning to draw a circle around the gemstone. Kahlil Noble had given him a guide for his system of lightside runes, but Jasper had done a little experimentation in his spare time. What he was making, in theory, was a barrier to block out the darkness to keep it from corrupting the Force Crystal. It had worked on Tython to contain that weird Sith entity for a time. It should be just as effective here, he reasoned.

Once the circle was complete, the Master stepped back to admire his handiwork. It was... passable. His handwriting needed some improvement, but it would get the job done.

Maybe it looked worse to him. He was terribly critical of his work. Jasper was, after all, an engineer. It came with the territory.

 

[Colette]

OBJECTIVE 1

A deep but heavy bassline squealed in her ears like electricity snaking along the metallic floors of a busy factory. The synthesized sounds of a composition in minor key brought forth a sense of melancholy, regret, but not without a hint of hope for the future with sounds that felt like industrial lasers that carved something into a hollow heart, and despite the sound's entirely unnatural design there was something oddly captivating about it. A thick bass drum struck at each fourth and a crisp snare struck in unison every other fourth.

Her hands remained wrapped firmly around the shaft of the broom that she pushed back and forth in front of her to kick up the dormant dust and grime on the temple floor.

"This will be~..." She sang under her breath before she hummed the rest of the verse. "So that when the moment comes, I can say I did it all with~..."

There was no telling just how many times Colette had heard this song by now. The device was new and she was just about as technologically adept as her adoptive mother when it came to these things. She had found the repeat button by accident and didn't figure out how to turn it off until she asked one of the triplets for help.

In her defense, unlike for Valery, Colette had never even heard of these things when she grew up. Music was very much a live-venue type of thing at the time.

Either way, there was a lot of work to do and the device was at a solid 19% of battery left.

 

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Open!!


Kuhbee was excited to be back in nature again. He had been sent to help clean up an ancient temple. His strength was an asset so he was mostly moving large boulders and columns out of the way so that others could clean in those areas. The young Wookie was just excited to see more Jedi! He wanted to meet them all and find friends. So far his path to being a Jedi had been a lonely one, which was something the young cub was not used to. He came from a very collectivist culture and was used to being part of a group. Maybe today though he would find friends.

Just as he moved one boulder another slid down and smashed right on his toe. The Wookie let out a howl of pain, that sounded a lot more intimidating than he had meant it.

 

[Braze]

Objective 2
TAGS: Jasper Kai'el OPEN

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"Master? I do believe they say to lift with your legs, not your back," Braze quipped, arms crossed as he observed his master's movements. With pins still anchored in his bones and nightly slumbers in a bacta tank, he'd been under strict orders to avoid straining himself. And he was dutifully following them, content to spectate rather than offer any assistance—be it physical or through the Force.

He watched with fascination as Jasper chalked out intricate symbols . "How do you know what each one does?" he asked, gesturing to the elaborate strokes and lines. The runes were a mystery to him.

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[Jack Wright]

Objective Three.

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm

A flashlight would be a more preferable substitute, but kriff it, Jack always liked to use his lightsaber for any opportune moment, no exceptions to lightly up a dim, aged stone hallway. The azure glow added an ethereal beauty to the terrain, just pushing his left palm against the moss-covered structure, he could feel the faint life pulsing from it.

If the Jedi had their way, at the end of the day, that life would reignitie. Carefully stepping over some ceiling rubble, Jack navigated the deeper trenches of the old Temple, his natural affinity for exploration drove to uncover its treasures, and report his findings. Speaking of report, the Jedi Knight unpocketed his device, keeping a continuous documentation of his findings, raising the tool for his bearded, murmuring lips.

"Nothing out of the ordinary yet, but as I explore the deeper catacombs, the Force glows brighter," Peering through the darkness, the young Knight narrowed his hazel gaze. "Will update once I reach the end of the hallway." Presuming, of course, a trap or two wouldn't hinder his progress.

Lowering the recording, Jack continued raising his saber, navigating himself through the moss, narrow corridor. Hopefully there'll be something beyond the joy of exploration, waiting for him by the very end. He has a chance to make a good impression, and the Knight intended to make full use of it.

 

[Fulo Ritiki]

Tag: Jack Wright
Gear: Jedi Robes | Lightsaber | Utility belt

He never spent time in enough temples, he was more accustomed to urban environments. But being deprived of light was something he was no stranger to. Using his lightsaber as a light source, he explored the dimly lit ruins of the temple. There were inscriptions on the walls he couldn't translate and murals he had no context of. The only thing he had been exposed to such objects were in museums or the jedi archives. He didn't know what secrets lurked in the temple, he never read anything in the archives regarding Caamas. If he was lucky, he was hoping to run into someone who knew what they were looking for. Fulo just wanted an excuse to wander.

There was no doubt in his mind that corrupted souls were the only thing lurking in the ruins. This place was lost to the wilds, the moss and vegetation that invaded the ruins was proof of that. If there were carnivores or even a somehow slumbering beast that laid dormant for thousands of years, he wouldn't be surprised. But if there were just lost texts or holocrons, then he would consider himself lucky.

As Fulo wandered further into the ruins, he heard the faint echo of someone. Another jedi it seemed. Good for him, Fulo wasn't going to be bored out of his mind. As he walked towards a corner, a glow was emitting around it that matched the color emitting from Fulo's own saber. As he rounded the corner, he saw a burly knight put down his recorder. The knight was fully immersed into his assignment, hopefully he wouldn't mind a hand.

"Behind you." Fulo said to the knight as he approached.
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[Jack Wright]

He sensed the presence not to jump when the voice made himself known, Jack whirled around to face the newcomer. The young man inclined his head, offering a half-hearted smile while lowering his flashlight-of-a-saber by a margin.

"I don't think we've been acquainted," The young Knight remarked, head still bowed in momentary respect. Jack would then add with a patient, mirthful smile, "Going my way or did someone send you?"

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Obj II
Caelan Valoren

Cora frowned as she pressed a hand to the wall. The Dark had been etched so thoroughly into weathered stone that it was no wonder this place felt dreadful. The freed Jedi spirits had left behind vestiges of their memories, and perhaps those too would join the Force once this place had been cleansed.

"Tell me," she began, tilting her gaze to the Padawan at her side. Cora did not know Caelan well, but she'd learned that he was of royal blood. Curiously, he also bore a scar similar to her own, a near horizontal slash across the width of his cheek. "Have you purified anything with the Light before?"

Her head drifted back, following a large circular pattern of runes as it arced up the wall. A gloved hand reached to brush metal fingers along the carvings, tracing their path.

"Oh, how they've suffered," she murmured.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective II
Tags: Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Open

As the Padawan stepped cautiously through one of the shadowy chambers, a chill ran down his spine. This place was a cold reminder of the darkness that had spread through these very halls. Runes, malevolent in nature, adorned the walls. A mix of curiosity and determination fueled his strides forward. A light beige tunic adorned his frame, with loose fitting trousers, and a leather belt that held his lightsaber.

He had already veered away from some of the others. It was like a whisper beckoning him, one he couldn't ignore.

As he went further, his eyes were drawn to someone carrying a massive object. Amidst the shadows, was a Jedi, like a beacon of light. There was another with him too, one that even looked familiar once he saw the cast on his leg.

Even from afar, Lysander could feel its power resonating through the hall. Awe struck him first. A few more steps and he could recognize what the figure was carrying. The crystal was beautiful, a representation of the Force’s purity. Curiosity instantly followed. How could it be used to cleanse this place of its darkness? Questions filled his mind, along with the desire to learn and understand brewing within.

As the Jedi soon began to draw a circle around the crystal, he wanted to approach, but felt unsure. He hovered awkwardly at the edge of it all, hesitant to disturb the man’s work but also too curious to leave.

The mechanical arm was equally intriguing.

Standing there, Lysander couldn't help but feel awkward and out of place. He wanted to ask questions. In fact, he already had many in the back of his mind, but decided against it. Instead, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

He knew he had much to learn, and standing on the sidelines, watching the others, was still inspiring. For now, he decided to remain a quiet observer, simply embracing the moment.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Caamas | OBJECTIVE : II | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Kahlil Noble | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Corazona von Ascania | Lysander von Ascania Open to anyone

Now.this.is.COOL. Connel was aware of the desecration, and putting that aside, he was feeling like an eager Padawan about to be a part of his first ever instruction. Though he did have really little to no experience in the thought of cleansing to this level. Then a pint sized Jedi he didn’t recognize at first until the huge crystal was… well… it was dropped on the ground. It was the young Master Kai’el who moved out to distant reaches of the galaxy to help them build some level of normalcy, it was honorable work. He had seen the Echani around, but had never introduced himself yet.

Buster of course was all too happy to introduce himself to everyone in reach. That’s okay as he was getting more and more polite and waiting for them to reach to him for a “pet”. Of course that would never stop him from living up to the nickname “Wigglebutt”.

Hi, Connel Vanagor here. I wished you well when you left to go do the Force’s work, Master Kai’el, right? Anyway, I’m here to help, but I don’t really have any experience in this. I’m learning my new path, but trained as a Guardian.

Seeing someone he did recognize not that far away, he waved. Cora, long time...

 

[Fulo Ritiki]

Tag: Jack Wright
Gear: Jedi Robes | Lightsaber | Utility belt

"I was just wandering around and just bumped into you. Since we’re together now we can cover more ground." Fulo said in response to his associate. He decided to look ahead, he noticed that they had quite a walk ahead, their lightsabers could only show so much of the path ahead.

”Also you don’t have to bow. I’m positive we’re the same rank.” It was more likely that bow was done more as a courtesy than as an obligation. But he still found it weird all the same. That he was bothered by it, just not used to it. Fulo walked a few steps ahead but stopped before he could wander off. Seemed like he had a partner now. ”Name’s Fulo by the way.” He said to the knight.
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[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Caamas |
| TAG: Colette |


A little brushing of rubble here, some dusting there... BB-610 always did love a good housecleaning. There comes an innate satisfaction with stripping an entity of its imperfections and sprucing it up into something objectively seamless — call it clinical obsession courtesy of a machine's desire to improve everything around it, but the droid couldn't help but whistle a soft little tune as his cable launchers snap around the newest pile of debris for a prompt ensnarement, concealed around taut netting for a makeshift trash bag. Links are severed, and the astromech's utility arm grabs a hold of his handiwork to begin sluggishly dragging it across ancient brick to deposit it alongside its array of brethren.

BB-610 rolls himself back, a few well-earned seconds spent to admire his handiwork. The temple's landscape had already been ameliorated tenfold — no more wayward detritus strewn about to serve as tripping hazards. He'd have to do something about the creeping overgrowth, but... Mm. A liar would he be to suggest that he didn't find nature so tantalizingly beautiful.

Inching over to some shrubbery, his central optic admires the gorgeous hues of pink sprouting from a sea of green. Tool-bay discs shifting, the astromech's utility saw emerges and — upon establishing a firm grip of one hubiscus-esque flower with his claw — takes a snip at the stem for a careful plucking of it. Saw retreating back within the confines of his body, he marvels at his prize.

So pretty . . .

Speaking of which—— a humming earns his attention, the photoreceptors dotting his chassis pointing him to Colette , helping about as many apointed individuals and selfless volunteers alike had been. One of Valery's daughters! ..Non-biologically, of course, but that hardly meant anything to him. Years of staying by Valery's side had taught him that family wasn't strictly blood.

Rolling on up, an inquisitive head is tilted, unblinking optic eyeing the Padawan. A brief glance down at his flower, and BB-610 extends a utility arm skyward, offering her his find. The droid chirps, a curious string of droidspeak asking her what she was listening to.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

She, like he, bore a scar upon her face. His had become far less prominent, less gruesome than it had been recently. Hers, well, it did nothing to mar her beauty, at least in his opinion. He didn't know how she felt about it, and he wasn't about to say anything, but at least he had his internal view on the matter. His own bothered him less than it used to and he was very much grateful to the woman who had helped to heal it.

"I have not."

They were at an ancient temple on a world he knew very little about. What he did know was that a battle had taken place there at some point in the far past. It was plainly evident in the scoring on the walls around them, the blasted free chunks of stone, fallen corbeling, desecrated carvings. Not to mention the walls were crawling with dark symbols the likes of which he had never seen before. If he was prone to such things he would have the chills, but as it was, he just studied the symbols.

Everything about them was wrong. The nature of how they were made, slashes and stabs, and what they stood for. He didn't like them, and he didn't really like being around them, but he knew that was the point of their being there: getting rid of the things.

"Can you teach me how to do it?" he asked, turning his gaze to her.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Objective II = Stumbling about and trying not to get overwhelmed by the ickyness
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Lysander von Ascania

Master Iris Arani had taken plenty of time to encourage, listen, and talk to Zaiya about what happened back on Echnos City and the Phobis Device. The Lovalla's uncertainty on the matter and how the Dark Side seemed to overwhelm her when in massive quantities only was exasperated in the wake of what occurred on Tython Station and the skin-crawling way the Force had been twisted and corrupted Nulgath Zardai by his undead.

It was one of the reasons why Zaiya had been hesitant to return to any known sights that would have a significant influence on the Dark Side of the Force -- but in discussing it with Iris, it was determined that she couldn't avoid it forever. Her Master had given insight from her own past experiences on how she could potentially handle such scenarios moving forward.

Since the restoration of the Temple was meant to be supported by the Jedi Order and there shouldn't be any concerns about facing any known Sith, Zaiya took this as an opportunity to try and work through her fears and hesitation. After all, it wouldn't do her or her friends any favors if she couldn't handle helping them if placed in another situation like Echnos or Tython Station.

She would hate having to be the cause of anyone getting hurt because of her inability to handle herself.

However, because the empath had all sorts of thoughts racing through her head and she had placed down her mental shields to try and work on regulating just how much she could feel from the Force around her and the taint, the teenager wasn't paying the best amount of attention on where she was heading.

She carried a big box with her, something she had been researching regarding being able to sense the Force and such, wondering if there would be a way to combine her interests in technology with the Force. Needless to say, all this contributed to the type of klutz she could be, because without further ado, as she turned the corner and headed straight, mumbling reminders to herself on what to do and to hype herself up that it was okay and things were fine, the Lovalla smack right onto the side of some blonde hair boy -- Lysander von Ascania

"Gah!" Zaiya cried out, startled, her box smashing and then falling to the ground. The unsteady jolt caused her to suddenly sway and topple at the loss of balance.

A flurry of arms and torso heading right at Lysander's shoulder...and smack into the most mortifying predicament any teenage boy and girl could face.

Literally.

 

[Jack Wright]

"Jack." The fellow Knight introducted to Fulo, inclining his head once more out of general courtesy. His smile openly warm, and friendly, before turning around, to continue for the path shrouded in darkness, before the pair. "I'm just searching for any old texts or devices of note, while the other Masters are occupied with reconstruction and cleansing the place. The more, the merrier!"

For truth be told, Jack wasn't exactly thrilled to be stumbling through the dark alone, but he didn't let that uncertainty show. Leading on, the Knight bent around a chunk of dusty rock, sticking out from the right wall, just about grazing the robed back doing so. Almost taking a tumble upon a root, but Jack plowed on.

The hall echoed by the collecting of two Knightly footsteps.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

Location: Temple grounds
In the area of: Zaiya Ceti Lysander von Ascania
Objective Two: Restore?
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Nulgath stood before the ancient Sith runes, his eyes tracing the intricate, twisted patterns that marred the walls of the desecrated temple. The air was heavy with the remnants of dark energy, a weight that settled deep in his chest and lingered, oppressive and suffocating. How he wished he could revel in its energies. He mimicked a breath in an attempt to take in the perverse energies, but to no avail. The symbols around him pulsed with a faint glow, remnants of the dark rituals that had once bound the souls of fallen Jedi to the temple. Their pain, their suffering, still echoed through the very stones, clinging to the Force like oil in water. And yet, here he was, in the heart of the temple, tasked with purging the corruption that had long festered.

Ironic.

He closed his eyes and went into the abstract, his mental steadying as he focused inward. The Force had always been his tool, his weapon—his crutch, perhaps. It had been a companion that whispered to him in times of need, urging him to use fear, anger, and hunger to fuel his strength. But now, in this moment, that path was closed off. The Force felt like a silent void, a space that once had burned like a star itself but now only offered quiet contemplation, a different kind of power.

A power I would be forced to re-learn.

He extended his will and felt his fingers twitched involuntarily as he visualized the symbol, picturing it down to the smallest detail—the sharp angles, the intricate loops that formed the unholy seal. He imagined the very atoms of the stone and the alchemical ink, visualizing them bending and breaking under the weight of his will. Slowly, a tremor passed through the Force, and the stone seemed to respond, vibrating ever so slightly as Nulgath concentrated harder. He gritted his teeth, his brow furrowed in concentration. He could feel the power swirling, the new connection to the Force growing stronger, firmer. The runes seemed to waver in his mind's eye as if their critical points were weakening.

But then...there was a crash?

"Gah!" Zaiya cried out, startled, her box smashing and then falling to the ground. The unsteady jolt caused her to suddenly sway and topple at the loss of balance.

A flurry of arms and torso heading right at Lysander's shoulder...and smack into the most mortifying predicament any teenage boy and girl could face.

Literally.

The noise was close enough for his delicate new connection and focus to be broken and suffer a minor consequence. Pure energy erupted from the now fractured rune that briefly caused Nulgath's body spasmed violently, a surge of energy crackling through him. The raw current arced across his undead form in flashes of purple light, but his flesh, long dead and void of sensitivity, barely registered the electric sting. There was a numb sensation searing pain, burnt flesh and only a momentary jolts, harmless to him physically. But the failure—that gnawing sense of inadequacy—cut deeper than any strike ever could. His pride, once unshakable, now felt fractured, and the weight of his own impotence stung far more than the shock ever could. His shoulders tensed, his fists clenching tight and his jaw grew stern in frustration. as the lingering echo of humiliation burned within.

" Arrrrggghh." he growled.

With his robes and body still smoking he wisped himself toward the noise around the corner with a scowl! What he saw only added to his humiliation. Zaiya Ceti , The child that had bested him, being felled by none other than a force of nature. Gravity.

From around the corner he watched her course of events unfold.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Open
Nearby: BB-610 Colette Kuhbee

With a new temple on the list, Jonyna's role as Councilwomen in charge of the Service Corps came once more into effect. Rebuilding these ancient temples had become a bit of a past time for Jonyna, but today was a day she was dreading.

Normally her approach was a pragmatic one. Ever since her time back as part of the Rebellion, Jonyna had learned the lesson that the right tech could solve any problem.

But that was only if you could get to the problem. This new temple was deep in the jungle, which while on one hand was familiar terrain to Jonyna, it meant the heavy machinery she would normally rely on for a job like this was unable to make it through the dense forest without destroying it. That was the balance the Sentinel of Harmony had to strike. Preserver of Nature, Restorer of Civilization.

It weighed on her at times. Made her think back to the home-world, and what might happen to it if the Neo-Crusaders or Dark Empire were to ever turn their attention to it.

Still, her team got to work. Five jedi in Service Corps Attire pushed through the brush, towards one of the southern walls.

"We'll need to reinforce the standing walls first. Any one of these could crumble if we don't." Jonyna announced to her crew. "Keep an eye out for anyone around the perimeter. The jungle holds many dangers, and I don't want us losing any fellow jedi around the worksite."

 

[Mahsa]

She had felt absolutely awful at first, the dark remnants that stubbornly clung to the Temple’s ruins making her stomach queasy. Its presence felt like a heavy blanket that threatened to suffocate her, a keen reminder of where her biggest weaknesses currently lay, but its pressure had lessened little by little as she’d wandered over the ruined halls… her attention drawn to the intricate runes on the walls.

Their intricate design had caught her attention, that inquisitive little mind of hers drawn in as it tried to unravel and understand what enabled that sickly miasma to clung against them so stubbornly. A datapad and a pen were in her hands as Mahsa had taken to sketching them out one by one, paying close attention to the little details as she sought to keep them as accurately as she possibly could.

At some point she’d lost sight of Zaiya, too absorbed into her own chosen task to realize the Lovalla had gone off a while ago—until the cry of her friend’s voice and some object falling to the ground finally snapped Mahsa out of her focus. "Z-Zaiya…?!" Concern caused her voice to flare out in a higher pitch than she intended, the datapad hugged tightly against her chest as a growl echoed from the same direction Mahsa thought her friend to be.

She can’t see the Lovalla at the end of that path, but the shadows that dance on the ground soon have her feet picking up as Mahsa makes her way over, deep amber and ocher hues cascading down her hair.. "Are you okay—oh!" She’s surprised upon spotting Nulgath Zardai coming from the left, the scowl on his face not too dissimilar to the ones Ayhan often wears. He doesn’t seem to see her at first, his own jade eyes transfixed intently on whatever lies ahead, finally causing Mahsa to turn her head right.

There’s her friend, though she’s unsure to whom the back of the blond haired padawan belongs too. "I-Is everything alright…?"

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