Faction [RNR & Foundation] Restoring the Balance

[Kalantha]

Restoring the Balance
a Royal Naboo Republic story...

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Naboo is no stranger to conflict. From the brutal Time of Suffering to the bitter dawn of the Plasma Wars, Theed has swayed in and out of the galaxy’s crosshairs dozens of times over. War, invasion, and natural disasters have all sundered Theed at some point or another, yet the Naboo always unite to overcome adversity and restore their idyllic world once the storm has passed.

This time is no different.

Following the Neo-Mandalorian raid on Theed’s plasma refinery, the people of the Republic are banding together to rebuild and secure their capital. Humanitarian workers and Republic soldiers have formed a joint task force to assist the people and their families. Military officials convene in the chambers of Theed Palace to coordinate future contingency plans in hopes that another attack against Naboo will be far less successful.

Meanwhile, the Shirayan Order’s Council of Light has issued a summons to all council members. This emergency session centers on two matters: determining the Order’s next steps in dismantling the Netherworld plot, and addressing a recent dark streak in one of their members. At Shiraya’s Rest, truths will come to light and important choices will be made.

Spoiler: Objective 1: Helping Hands

Spoiler: Objective 2: Long Road Ahead

Spoiler: Objective 3: The Sun, Too, Shall Rise (BYOO)

 

[Kalantha]

Restoring the Balance
a Royal Naboo Republic story...

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Kalantha's eyes struggled to adjust properly to the sunlight, stinging as the rays shined warmly on her face. She'd been cloistered, perhaps wisely so, in the days following the Neo-Mandalorian's assault on Theed's plasma refinery. So much death and destruction, all for fuel. Between their raid, the Crimson Veil threat in the Hapes Cluster, and the lingering effects of the Second Cataclysm, Kalantha had every right to stay locked away safely within the confines of Theed Palace. In truth, there was little she couldn't do from her bedchambers; with a terminal and a holoprojector, she could reign over the Republic in solitude. But that was not the leader she wanted to be.

She bent her knee, lowering herself to eye-level with a little boy who stood patiently along the pathway before her. His mother placed a cautious hand on the boy's chest and apologized rather profusely for his 'behavior.' "Please pardon him, Your Grace," she said. "He's no trouble at all," the queen returned. "In fact, I've got something for you." Kalantha reached into her bag, a rough leather satchel filled to the brim with local fruits from Lake Country.

"Here you are," she said to the boy with a kind smile. His eyes grew wide, and judging by the slight sunken appearance of them, he'd gone several days at least without proper food. "I know it's not much, but there is much more to come. Please, visit the market this afternoon. There will be enough food for you both." Kalantha grabbed another fruit and offered it to the woman. "You need to eat as well."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"No, thank you," Kalantha returned.

She didn't want to be the queen who hid away from the ugliness. She didn't want to pretend that everything outside her four walls was rainbows and butterflies. Kalantha wanted to be present. To be seen. But more importantly, she wanted to be Naboo. Just like that boy and his mother.

Just like everyone else.

Tags: OPEN​

 

[Echo Athoth]

Theed
Tags: Kalantha

Echo Athoth's Locket, Echo's Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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Echo made her way through the capital with haste. She had done her due diligence to ensure that the soldiers she had sheltered during the raid were safe and sought medical attention. Nothing more than a few scrapes and a few ringing ears, fortunately. With that all tied up, the young Jedi Knight was quick to make herself available for relief work. And there was that name again, the Foundation. What a curious organization to pop up here as well. Their relationship with the Naboo must be quite favorable.

Before long, as she made her way through the primary area requiring relief, her eyes were quick to spot a face she had learned to recognize by now...

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"No, thank you," Kalantha returned.

The Queen. The power of the gesture was quite apparent. One wouldn't typically expect such things from a monarch, but Naboo was had a very different way of doing things. Echo couldn't help but wonder if that made the ultimate difference here.

"I can see why it is you ascended to the throne," Echo noted as she approached, waiting for the mother and her boy to disperse. "It's an honor, your highness. Echo Athoth, Jedi Knight. I arrived not long ago to assist in the archives at the Sanctuary."

Her tone was flat, almost bored sounding, though it was clearly not by intention. Echo was simply monotone, not quite having the means of changing her expression or inflection.

"I must apologize," she added, "When the raid occurred I may have inflicted some cosmetic damage on the tile of the palace. Not that it changed much when compared to the raiders, but I still feel it is appropriate to apologize."

Force bellowing would do that...

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Council of Light

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Lorn sat ramrod straight at the heavy, intricately carved table, the cool stone a stark contrast to the simmering ache that radiated from his body. He'd been up preparing Shiraya's Rest for hours. He'd wanted to be ready, a bulwark against whatever the emergency session held. The summons had found him stewing in his small room, the enforced rest after the Mandalorian raid grating on his nerves. Staying idle when Naboo was recovering felt wrong.

He subtly shifted, his right arm protesting with a dull throb. The bandage beneath his sleeve was soaked, but the dark stain was hidden from view. A gash from one of those feral beasts, a souvenir from his futile attempt to hold the line at the Theed Palace. He hadn't managed to stop them from getting inside, and the memory of the screams still echoed in his ears. He suppressed a wince, forcing his face into a mask of calm. He needed to project strength, not give the impression of weakness. He was here to serve, not to be a burden.

The summons had only offered two cryptic topics: the Netherworld plot and the Battle Master. The Netherworld, he knew of the most recent attack before his arrival, but knew little else. As for the Battle Master, Lorn had heard whispers, nothing concrete. They spoke of a warrior of unmatched skill. But lately, that loyalty seemed to waver.

He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, the fatigue of the past few days weighing heavily on him. His eyes, usually warm and kind, were shadowed with concern. He wasn't a politician or a strategist, he was a soldier. But Naboo was his home now, and he would defend it with every fiber of his being. Even if it meant sitting through a council meeting with a body screaming in protest.

 

[Kalantha]

Restoring the Balance
a Royal Naboo Republic story...

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Kalantha chuckled, both grateful and amused. “Would you believe that I never dreamed of winning the election? I was top of my class, but nowhere near the level of recognizability as the others.” She would spare Echo the details of how her father and grandfather had socially distanced House Berenko by choosing the arts over gossiping on the ballroom floor.

The Berenko’s were noble in title, but they were artisans and craftsmen, not politicians. Yet here she was, ruling not only Naboo, but the entire Republic. Kalantha couldn’t decide if her father would be full of joy or rolling in his grave.

“Oh, no need to apologize, Knight Athoth. The lives you saved are far more important to me than the masonry. We can always replace stonework,” she said with a smile as she waved a hand to the piles of rubble and scaffolding down the street.

She nodded. “Yes, we are very lucky to have had you here during the attack. I’m glad to have this opportunity to thank you in person.” The queen only hoped that the raid hadn’t blemished Naboo or the Republic in Echo’s eyes. The Order needed all the help it could get, especially if they are to spearhead an expedition to unravel the Second Cataclysm.

But even if Echo wasn’t groomed into the mission team, her archival work would be immensely appreciated nonetheless.

“How goes your work at the Sanctuary?” Kalantha asked. Her head was tilted slightly, weighed by genuine curiosity.

Tags: Echo Athoth​

 

[Altan]

|| RESTORING THE BALANCE ||
The Ashen Sun - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Open​

THEED, NABOO

Lately, Altan hasn’t been finding the same solace in meditation he once was. The Jedi Master was a major proponent of regular meditation. He was even able to meditate for days without food, drink, nothing. But things hasn’t been the same since… He’s not even sure when did it ever stop. It’s way before he started experimenting on himself; he’s far too careful not to not think two billion times before deciding to go with unorthodox procedures. Was it before of after he lost his family? That time period is hazy for him even years after the incident. He thought he was lost when the Force didn’t feel the same as it used to.

But the universe works in a mysterious way. He was stranded in an ocean of uncertainty when he met Mother Askani . Through his journey as a member of The Foundation, he rekindled his faith; no longer in the Force as an abstract notion, but in The Burning Truth. The cancer that is oppression, corruption, and the dark side has been running rampant unopposed for too long, the supposed guardians of the galaxy are ignoring the pain and suffering and instead spending their time playing kings and queens. Someone has to spearhead this change towards a better future, and Altan is willing to do, whatever the sacrifice is. He is fully devoted to the cause.

He also knows however, that revolutionary zeal is nothing without the small actions that help alleviate the pain from the very people that they are supposed to be protecting. That’s why when a team was assembled to help the people of Naboo after the Mandalorian incursion, he didn’t hesitate to join. As a Jedi Master, he is not overqualified for the mission, far from it. He has to lead by example. He might not fully agree with the ideals of this Royal Naboo Republic, but it’s the citizens he is putting in the effort to help.

Arriving in Theed on his cargo corvette, he and his team quickly built a public kitchen. He had experience of running one back in Hoylin, he knows how to make a good soup, and he has the means to get the much needed ingredients that is heavily in demand due to the situation in Naboo. So, while his team is preparing the facility to help people, Altan is starting to prepare the four herb soup in a huge pot. It is his family’s recipe after all, and he sure hope that the heart that he puts in this cause will translate in a soup that help alleviate the pain of the people of Naboo.​

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[Kahne Porte]

Tags: Lorn Reingard Lossa Aureus Briana Sal-Soren Vizion Trozky

The Jedi Master, Guardian Of Peace and Justice........

It was a rather solemn walk today for Kahne Porte. He showed a small smile to those that passed, giving them that reassuring nod of light and hope. Although he carried something else that was hidden from all of them. It wouldn't be conveyed in any form at least not yet. And it wouldn't be detected by anyone, it tugged at the Jedi Master. In truth it didn't worry him in the least.

His thoughts did drift to those closest to him. He could see their faces in the flames, as the buildings burned in the background.....

Kahne glanced up as he come to the entrance of the Council Chambers and made his way inside. He noted Lorn was already present and he gave him a smile and respectful bow. "Lorn, good tidings my friend. I trust you are well?"

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:

Restoring the Balance
a Royal Naboo Republic story...​

Okay, that whole Mandalorian thing was pretty straight up nuts. I mean, I get it, their “warrior born” and “survival of the biggest guns” and all that crap but what about the people who don’t want that? They are the ones who face the rebuilding. Onderon, Hapes, Kashyykk, here on Naboo. It’s sad, really.

I mean, okay, it’s easy to think you’re “military” and such, but this? Hurting all of these people? This is the sort of thing that made my dad so mad, and I get it now. People who do this are bullies. Bullies need their noses broken. I’m not looking to just fight for the sake of fighting, but these tin cans are due for a reckoning. Maybe not by me, but it’s going to happen.

Bullies get their comeuppance.
So as I stand here, watching her highness, the Queen kneel down and reassure a little boy that everything is going to be okay, I know I need to make a call.

Hi Mom… oh, you’re just getting back? Good. Listen, Naboo was hit hard the people here need help. Aunt Chrysa runs the charity, right? “Charity” “Outreach” same thing… anyway can she help? Actually I’m not far away from her… uh… okay.

She wanted me to just walk up to the Queen and talk to her? I’m not a kid, I’m no one important, I’m just a teenager. Wait, no, I’m just bringing a comm-link to her. Okay, here goes… no, not nervous at all.

Um, Your Highness? Um. I’m sorry to bother you. I’m Michael, and my mom is on the comm-link. She runs my late father’s company… well, father’s and uncle’s… anyway she would like to talk to you if it’s okay. The company has a huge Char… “Outreach”. They… we... I want to help. Noooo that wasn’t ridiculous. No, not at all.


Kalantha | Echo Athoth | Altan | OPEN

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Sibylla Abrantes
BYOO

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Passing through the corridors of Theed's Royal Palace, Lysander and Sibylla approached a secret passage hidden within the marble walls— one of the few still standing after the onslaught. A dim light illuminated the path ahead, leading them through a series of tunnels. Hastily moving through the many twists and turns, they would eventually arrive at a docking area. From there, they boarded a vessel that glided underwater.

The distance from the capital city became palpable, physically and even emotionally. Sure, they were escaping, but to where?

Eventually, the vessel emerged from the depths, surfacing just at the edge of a swamp. The sound of distant explosions faded, replaced by the echoes of hidden creatures nearby. In the humid atmosphere, Lysander's red cloak quickly began to feel suffocating. He wasted no time unfastening it, allowing the fabric to fall back from his shoulders, displaying the elegant beige tunic and leggings.

With each inhale, the Padawan absorbed their surroundings until he was no longer wrapped in bravado. Now, his thoughts were uncertain, unsteady, unsure if he should engage in more of the usual banter or remain quiet. In truth, he prided himself on being able to engage in wordplay at the worst times, as though it was his favorite set of armor to wear.

The corners of his mouth twitched, pondering on different jests that might ease any lingering tension from earlier. But words that finally slipped past his lips were more genuine. "Are you alright?" Lysander glanced up, attempting to lock eyes with her. The way the girl bravely stepped in, left him wondering why she had gone to such lengths. "Um.. thank you for helping me out back there," he continued. There was a hint of confusion in his voice. "Even if I don’t really understand why you did it."

Soft laughter escaped next as he thought about the enclave, savoring the thought of being a constant thorn in their side; his rather impulsive nature and desire for adventure was no secret to those who knew him. "I'm sure anyone from Shiraya's Sanctuary would have gladly left me there," he said with a shrug, then scratched the back of his head, revealing boyish nature. "By the way, I'm Lysander."

Noticing her shoulder, his heart beat a little quicker. "I may be able to help with that burn. I promise it won't hurt!"

 

[Echo Athoth]

Naboo
Tags: Kalantha

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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“Oh, no need to apologize, Knight Athoth. The lives you saved are far more important to me than the masonry. We can always replace stonework,”

"I know... but I'd rather cross my 'T's and dot my 'I's anyways. It's the polite thing to do."

Echo was pleased with the recognition though, even if she didn't display it on her face. It had really been her second outing as a Knight, and already she was proving herself to be worthy of the title. That was good. She was sure to carve out a place for herself here on Naboo soon enough.

"Work at the Sanctuary is slow going," Echo noted. "Anyone with archive experience will tell you it's... dense. Still, I can't help but become rather drawn to the history of the temple. An egg I may crack eventually."

The Ogemite paused, adjusting her glasses before speaking again.

"If you were looking to do service work yourself, perhaps you would allow me to join you?" the Knight asked. "Best to get a lay of the land from the local, no?"

 

[Mother Askani]

NABOO | FOUNDATION STAGING AREA | OBJ 1.
FOUNDATION

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There was a somberness to the air, one that came after battles you've survived to see the other side of; you've made it but the scars were ever present -- a reminder that winners in situations like this were too few and far between. For what it had in gloom, it blew with equal amounts of strength, she braved it on her way down the ramp, she lurched back while bracing herself against the durasteel plating; cusping her forehead to block her greying locs.

Every day, it seemed her entire being burned with the Burning Truth. Seeing it once was something...but seeing its message come to life before her was a realization she wasn't nearly as a prepared for; this...before her...was it. It was a spirit tunnel unlike any other.

But her eyes blazed with another sort of light, as a transport careened above, she recognized its hull. It was as if both of their arrivals had been perfectly timed, as if she expected this arrival. The distinctive silhouette of this ship was nothing of Naboo, there was something Korosian about it; this was from the Core. And it's appearance was high end enough to speak of a certain level of class.

With the darkness creeping through the hull of the strategy room at her back, and the hustle of the open staging area before her, where volunteers helped the injured and displaced...she stood at the center of what could be invisible, colliding waves; what was necessary, and what it meant. Decisions had to be made.

Her gaze trailed off, dismissing the gloom entirely, as the weight of the clouds lifted, casted aside to tread and drown in the frigid blue pools that were her irises.

What came next...

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"What have I sacrificed? Everything..."
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[Dani Stellaris]

Dani was more than happy to be doing something that mattered. The Pick Up had entered system, her being off world for a race… But it did give her the benefit of being in a place where she could pick up more to help her home. The Gallofree ship had entered Naboo airspace and lowered itself down to the planet. She had a few people in line to help with unloading the goods, mostly foodstuffs and water. She didn’t have the mind for construction.

Still, her GR45 was now in the outskirts of Theed, all set up as a mobile location for medicine, food, and a bit of healing. Dani even found herself some medical droids and a bacta tank in the deal. As much as she didn’t care for the pomp and circumstance of being in a royal House, she still knew what the world needed, and was going to help.

As a few youths came by, Dani gave them a small wave, and showed them a few bins of fresh fruit.

 

[The Siren]

One of the issues with refugees is that they brought out the worst in people. So many people swindled and capitalized on disaster. But even worse? The looting. That was why certain groups were always watching, and waiting. The one making their way through the darkened streets of Theed? The Siren.

Under the black armor, and hood, a lithe figure moves through the byways, and past the waterfall. Into the residential blocks. The housing here was not bad, moderate income. Enough for the lower class to steal and make a bit of a change in life, and the Siren was all for that. However, It was the ones who preyed on the sick, that was the problem.

A lead had followed of a Selkath family finding refuge in Theed, their children killed before they could make it to Naboo, and apparently keepsakes having disappeared. That was why the Siren was making their way, listening, and watching. Their visage shrouded by the shadows, but also their own skill having made them dim from view.

 

[Dashiell NPC]

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Doctor Cyrus Waymire stood observing the set-up of medical 'tents' being placed along the streets of Theed. Ambulatory care was being provided in the streets, along with assessments for more serious injuries. A medical frigate was orbiting overhead, atmospheric craft on the ground to take those who may need bacta or surgery to the frigate. Waymire was also concerned basic supply chains ; such as those for a pharmacy, were broken down. ArcDash would also do their best to provide medicine to the people, the frigate was stocked with the most common and most basic, anything from there they could use an extensive network to call in.

Right now they had other pressing concerns - an amount if refugee orphans they had come across between the Hapan crisis and now Naboo. The Nuns of G'aav'aar'oon had stepped in to help, yet their resources could only handle so many children. Some, Waymire was convinced, were not all orphans. Some may have lost a parent and the other displaced. Some may have extended family but it was a slow going process. Utmost care was ensured the children went to the right homes.

Some, sadly, were true orphans. That was his greatest challenge beyond evacuating pediatric hospitals. Today he was meeting with Shan Pavond , a young doctor and Jedi who had plans to open an orphanage. ArcDash could use the assistance in placing children, now came the question on what they could do for Doctor Pavond.

Glancing at his chrono, he was about to find out soon.

OBJECTIVE ONE | OPEN, SHAN PAVOND​

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan had came as soon as he gotten a notification. This would be putting a lot of his plans ahead of schedule but children couldn't wait. First, he'd have to do his hardest to get funding. Perhaps this Doctor Waymire he was meant to be meeting could help with that. Shan would be able to at least lower some of the funds needed for labour. Having some Padawans and other Jedi volunteer to build the orphanage could make for a good experience for some of them. At the same time...he was going to need to get permission from someone on Onderon...

That was important for later though. For now, Shan needed to meet the doctor. It was hard for him to try and focus on this meeting, instead of running off to try and get to work healing. The Mirialan just had to remind himself that they would get attention. That the wounded would get looked at. It wasn't all on his shoulders. He wasn't even here on Jedi business. Just...business. Regular business. Caring business? He wasn't sure himself.

Hurrying through the streets, Shan eventually managed to come across the man he was looking for!...At least he assumed the man who looked like he was a doctor, was well...actually a doctor.

"Sorry. Sorry. I'm here. Hopefully I didn't keep you waiting."

Dashiell NPC

 

[The Siren]

That was the problem. The ones who were doing the crime? Had a hard time actually doing the time. And being part of what they were, the Siren needed to correct the order of the galaxy. It was what she was tasked with. The Siren didn’t ask questions. The Siren just followed the path given.

A Regulator.

Making her way through Theed, she kept her eyes peeled, but more importantly, she was deep in the Force. Blending technology and the Force, the Siren was more than a match for most issues that would come her way. And staying to the shadows was as much for the safety of the normals as it was to allow her to find her quarry.

One house searched, a feeling in the Force, and something backed up by the tracker in her suit, looking for the biological markers. She had a heading.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Interacting with Lysander von Ascania | closed

Sibylla barely heard Lysander's words over the pounding in her skull. The edges of her vision wavered like heat rising off sunbaked stone. Lovely. Just what she needed. She blinked hard, willing herself to focus, but the swamp made it nearly impossible to maintain her usual poise. The air was thick, clinging to her skin, the fabric of her gown sticking uncomfortably as distant explosions seemed to enhance the ache in her head.

"Sibylla Ynez Abrantes," she introduced herself, voice steady despite everything. "And as for helping you? Well, you needed help."

Her gaze flicked to his, and a brow arched in bemused confusion, pausing as she turned to look at him..

"And why is it so hard to understand? You were being attacked, I stepped in." maybe she wasn't the best to assist as she had very little training and some not so lucky shots, but she wasn't going to let someone get attacked by one of those brutes.

Confusion rose and she gave a slow blink, "I thought Jedi are supposed to help people and not leave them behind, aren't they?" before adding wryly, "Or is that just a sometimes thing?"

Her eyes dropped to the lightsaber at his hip. "Unless, of course, I'm mistaken and you just borrowed that."

At the mention of her burn, she exhaled. The sting of it was still there. Even looking at it now, it looked inflamed and sore, with some mild weeping of the skin. She pursed her lips, as it had been aching with an increasing dull ache now that the adrenaline was recinding. She gave a nod, providing a reluctant but practical quip. "Alright, fine. But if this hurts, I'm taking points off your glowing review."

She barely got the words out before another dizzy spell surged through her. The ground tilted, and she instinctively grabbed onto the nearest solid thing... which, unfortunately, happened to be Lysander.

She grimaced, steadying herself. "I'd say I'm fine, but apparently, gravity disagrees."

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Sibylla Abrantes

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The explosions in the distance broke through his thoughts, and the tremors through the Force still reverberated in the air as he sought to understand the current situation. Glancing at the sky above, he noticed the fleet of ships that once cast a massive shadow over Theed were beginning to clear. It was like a nightmare finally starting to unravel. The weight of having taken two lives earlier finally began to press down on him, a burden on the Padawan's chest; yet, he felt no remorse, believing the actions to be necessary. A means to an end. It would be nothing more than a silent companion treading on the edges of his conscience.

Fortunately, the girl's sharp wit that carried notes of sarcasm made everything momentarily fade away. Despite the invasive darkness that had been consuming him recently, there was still a flicker of light in the small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Sibylla,” he said, his voice calm. “Even under such circumstances.”

Although there was a thoughtful crease in his brow, he answered without any hesitation. “I suppose that depends on the Jedi. Sometimes, we have to make difficult choices,” he began, his head tilting slightly. “And sometimes.. survival takes top priority. Besides, every situation is unique.. obviously.” The comment about the lightsaber was simply met with a dismissive shake of his head as the boy's smile grew. “Nah, I won it fair and square in a game of Sabacc.”

When the girl faltered, Lysander’s instincts quickly kicked in. His hands moved with grace, one supporting Sibylla’s uninjured shoulder, while the other was placed gently at her waist, mainly to avoid causing any discomfort to the arm that was already tender. Glancing toward a log next, he began to guide her in that direction. “I’d much rather negotiate this review of yours with food,” he started, the faint smile curving into more of a smirk. “I’ll let it slide this time, but if you keep leaning on me like this, I’m totally going to charge you a rental fee for my shoulder.”

After helping her sit down, he stepped back. In truth, healing was an art he had zero passion for; its complexities always eluded him. Regardless, the Padawan was going to try, for he at least possessed the bare minimum knowledge of the skill. Closing his eyes, he brought both hands over the shoulder, yet there was no warmth beneath his palms. Not yet.

Seconds began to pass by, and nothing seemed to happen. Everything around Lysander blurred, inhaling deeply, concentrating his best efforts to focus.

After another moment, he opened one eye to glance at her. “Don’t worry,” he said smoothly. “It’s.. kind of like a hyperdrive system.. it just needs a minute or three to get going! Try to remember to keep breathing or something. And be patient!”

After a slight delay, the Force energy's warmth began to take shape in his hands.

 

[Graham Deras]

OBJ 1
TAGS: OPEN

The clash of steel against steel could be heard from several blocks away, luckily this was the area that didn't mind it so much. Graham easily relished in this role that he was in. His trade naturally allowed him to excel far beyond any expectations that anyone could have had for him. Primary course to help rebuild Theed. The damages done to local shops, hopes, and the palace.

In truth he felt more at home working like this then he did when it came to being an actual Jedi. Not that his faith had been misplaced in the Order. This was by some accounts and from word of mouth, where his true skill excelled. Graham had been working for several hours already. Filling in orders as they came in one after another. The young man didn't plan on taking a break any time soon.

Naboo was wonderful sight even amongst it's recent tragedies. He wouldn't get any rest any time soon until she was put back as she was before. The Queen had called in many efforts to assist in the rebuilding. Many heeded the call and arrived on Naboo with much haste. He hadn't seen Theed so busy in his lifetime here. The good thing was, there wasn't sadness...just those coming together for a collective purpose and reason.

It was incredibly wonderful to witness.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Interacting with Lysander von Ascania | closed

Sibylla was far better with a debate than a blaster, but at the moment, she didn't have the luxury of either. So, she allowed herself to be guided to a halfrotted log, sinking onto it with as much grace as someone on the verge of keeling over could manage. The world still tilted at the edges of her vision, and exhaustion pressed against her bones, but she kept her back straight. A Naboo representative did not slouch, no matter how dire the circumstances -- especially not a lady of House Abrantes!

"Thank you," she murmured, genuine despite the weariness in her voice at his steadying hand and offer for medical assistance. Her hazel eyes flicked up, watching as Lysander launched into an explanation about Jedi, survival, and the weight of difficult choices.

"I see the Jedi are not so different than my Junior Representative counterparts..." she said, arching a brow. Politics had taught her plenty about difficult choices. Governments were shaped not just by ideals, but by who could be convinced -- or bought -- into supporting them. It seemed the Jedi weren't so different. "Like politicians, I assume the effectiveness of Jedi also depends on the individual?"

Then came the jokes. Jedi gambled? Her lips twitched but the comment about charging for shoulder use earned him a flat stare, followed by an unimpressed shake of her head. "I'll have to take your word for it."

She exhaled slowly, watching as Lysander began his so called Jedi healing process. At first, she expected him to pull out a medkit. Instead, he closed his eyes and simply… held up a hand.

She stared at him. Then at his unmoving hand. Then back at him.

"What… exactly are you doing?" she asked, skepticism bleeding into every word, especially at the way Lysander's expression seem to scrunch and twist in intense comical concentration. "Besides getting an excellent whiff of swamp sulfur? Or attempting deep meditation while profoundly constipated?"

It was evident that Sibylla's usual tact had taken a beating -- blame the craze of the day and her injury. She had some leeway with her intrusive thoughts in light of it all.

The distant explosions still echoed through the sky, but for a moment, she let them fade. "If this actually works, I might reconsider that review and meal..." She paused, then added dryly, "But if it doesn't, I reserve the right to claim Jedi healing is just an elaborate way of stalling."

One second passed, then five more. Then, something else... warmth, like the first touch of sunlight after a cold night. Whether it was the Force or just the unbearable humidity, she wasn't sure.