Dominion Shattered Dreams - GA Dominion of Taris

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 3 Pirate Hunt
Tag: Evelyn Shaw Valery Noble Aiden Porte​

Reloading her pistols she ducked and rolled away from hostile fire before returning the favor with a barrage of crimson bolts. Two pirates fell back with, each with three burning holes in their chests. All around the Havoc troops were holding on their own, killing and wounding the brigands. Of course more of the latter were joining the ever expanding firefight.

Ducking low beside some wreckage Minerva thought.

We sure kicked in a nasty hive here. They’re coming out like angry Bataanian hornets.

She witnessed a near dozen pirates charge in from the southern entrance only to be met by repeater volley and marksmanship above by two squads of commandos that set up shop on the gondola. It scattered the surviving enemy reinforcements that weren't wiped out or crippled, taking whatever cover they could find amongst the devastation. Subsequently she got a call from Sumi.

"Cap I just finished hacking their comms. They're sending every available gun against us here in the hangar. Our other squads all over the ship are holding a number of them down but more than enough are heading our way."

Admittedly their approach had been like flashing a bright light in a cave filled with a bunch of mynocks. That was the idea all along. The more attention on them the better it is for their allies. A grenade went out yards away sending a commando flying before collapsing lifeless Minerva asked.

"Have you contacted the relief force?"

"Yes, they're inside already and being led by Grandmaster Noble herself with a padawan."

The warrior couldn't help but smirk, pleased to know Valery was coming. Their foes maybe outnumber her unit for now but they're outclassed and will be even more so once the Jedi arrives.

"Copy that Sumi. Now jam the pirates' comms."

"Already done boss. Anything you want me to relay to the Jedi's team?”

Nodding with determined eyes as the violent chaos played surrounding her, Minerva declared.

"Let Noble know that you just cut off our enemies' communications and that we hold here till she comes."

"Roger that."

With the discussion done Minerva then sprang up with battle cry, firing with both pistols.

 

[Vera Noble]

Taris | Tunnels

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Tag: Aris Noble

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"I wouldn't rely on hearing too much. These tunnels echo sound in unpredictable ways, so it's hard to gauge distance with it until they're very close." Vera knew she could rely on her Force senses instead, and paired with her and her brother's eyes, the two would be able to prepare. Rakghouls often came in waves, so for each one they might encounter, they needed to figure out their strength in numbers before engaging.

Aris was strong and Vera knew she could support him, but they weren't Mom. Clearing tunnels alone was risky.

"Why?" Vera asked when he told her to stay behind him during contact, "I can protect myself too, you-" she paused and froze up when she heard a muffled screech echoing through the tunnels. Instinctively, she already took a step back, getting closer to using her brother as cover.

She realized this quickly, grumbled, and stepped forward again.

"We need to find the point where this tunnel connects to the one I saw in my vision. We won't encounter any Rakghouls until then."

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: New Jumpsuit
Weapons: New Lightsaber

<Heard you loud and clear,> Valery communicated back to Minerva Fhirdiad 's team when she was told the Pirate's communications were jammed. Amidst all of this chaos, it'd allow her to move through the ship almost unopposed, and pick out targets that'd help relieve the others.

She just needed to follow her senses.

"Padawan Porte, they have no communications," Valery said after he took care of two pirates shooting down at them, "Follow me, we're going to surprise them." Without their comms, the only way for the pirates to coordinate was to follow sound. They were all converging on Minerva and her troops, but unaware of the Jedi stalking them from behind.

One such group, consisting of about a dozen pirates, moved through the hallway, clueless to the Jedi Master sweeping in from behind.

Valery's hand came up, and with effortless focus, a blast of telekinetic energy lashed out across the hallway. Floor and wall tiles were ripped out as the blast closed the distance, and when it finally impacted the group, they were all violently thrown around.

A chance for Aiden and the troops to follow up.

Aiden Porte Minerva Fhirdiad Evelyn Shaw
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[Evelyn Shaw]

Objective 3 - Pirate Hunt Salvage
Tags: Valery Noble | Minerva Fhirdiad | Aiden Porte
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It certainly seemed like the Alliance had stirred the hornet’s nest. Thanks to BT hacking the pirates’ comms, they were aware of all their panicked activity trying to combat Minerva and her troops. But it seemed another smaller force were making their presence known elsewhere on the ship.

“Evelyn, we have a situation.”

“What is it, BT?”

“There are Jedi onboard, they just intercepted a group of pirates heading to the main conflict.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“Well, that’s not too bad I suppose-"

“One of them is Valery Noble.”

“...Nevermind.” What the hell was the Grandmaster herself doing here? Evelyn would’ve figured the bigwig Jedi would be focused on the warfront. The smuggler shook her head, she needed to focus. “Okay, we’re definitely shooting to incapacitate. I am not going to preemptively piss off the Jedi.”

Though that came to bite them in the arse not even ten minutes later.

Within a more open area, the pair had found some more salvage to quickly pick through, filling the bag that BT was hauling over his shoulder. Unfortunately, a group of pirates thought they could try and flank their attackers. BT failed to anticipate, as around the same time one of Minvera’s lot had jammed the pirates’ comms. Now the duo were stuck in a back and forth exchange of blaster bolts. With Evelyn ducking behind some crates, BT behind a pillar, and the pirates playing a game of whack-a-mole as they popped their heads up to try and shoot.

Evelyn was already regretting her decision to not just outright kill the pirates.

 

[Efret Farr]

OBJECTIVE: The Day After

Jonyna had been caught up on the transport to the surface:

The last time Efret had been to Taris was shortly after the invasion of Coruscant. Corazona von Ascania had graciously escorted the master to what was technically a Jedi enclave but was nothing more than a single-level teaching museum open both Jedi and the public. They had come to transport its artifacts, all of which had been collected by Efret, and staff to Coruscant where they still were to this day.

The Jedi who had contacted Efret to request evacuation was another knight—one Rix Braji. He probably was concerned considering the newly-charged political triple junction Taris inhabited, but, in hindsight, he had used it to as an excuse to lure Cora and Efret to the museum. When he tried to escape to old Mandalorian space on the freighter they had arrived in, Cora had managed to stop him. Then, Efret saw him arrested.

"That was the first time I've been betrayed by a fellow Jedi," she commented as they walked through the streets of the Middle City. She knew she best get acclimated to it, or at least to having new experiences, especially of the unwelcome sort. This war a two-front war, not one of her often-peaceful archeological tours. "This war's pitting us against each other, Jonyna." She looked at her colleague with knit brows. Thinking about the Lightsworn and Rix's radicalization to stand with them instead of the Order kept her up at night whenever her Dark visions didn't. In this moment, she was referring to the GA's struggle against the Dark Empire but the struggle with the Sith Order? Well, Efret was already feeling a bit disillusioned with her Order over that, but that might well have been just her. "I don't know what ought be done."

As they walked on, a good deal of rubble interspersed among intact buildings unfolded on either side of the footpath.

"The museum's up here," Efret said, pointing to a construction they couldn't see quite yet.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Efret Farr

The idea of betraying the order was a horrible one, but not unfamiliar to Jonyna. She thought back to an oft forgotten memory, a disgraced jedi knight she had met in her past life. A man who was determined to continue his duties as a Jedi Guardian under the umbrella of the Empire...

But did so in ways any decent jedi would look at in disgust. Brutality, vigilantism, and fighting through terror. It had inspired her to be better, to forgo the path she nearly went on herself. Being a rebel jedi was a different experience than the one the jedi of today had, but it still followed the same morals. Do good. Protect the Innocent.

"People like this pop up every so often in times like these. They want quick solutions, not long term ones. They don't care about fixing the root of the problem, they just want the problem to go away. I've seen it before, and I'm sure I'll see it again. We'll let the Temple Guards deal with it, that's their job. Ours is to help people."

Jonyna's eyes wandered as they passed by the rubble. It had become a habit as part of her job. Looking for survivors became instinctive, just another day of work.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

TARIS

Wearing \ Gear : X | X | X | X | X
Interacting With : Lodd Grimmin

"Not sure what help I can give you Senator."

Financial, of course. Clearing away twisted durasteel for new construction? Sure. Beyond that, as someone who wasn't involved much in the galactic political scale, he had no insights for the Senator. Already having plans to be on the planet, it wasn't as if he was going out of his way to meet the politician.

"Most likely someone wanting to make a name for themselves."

Makai followed Senator Grimmin towards the relief settlement. It was already cleared out and made livable as possible for those assembled. It appeared to him more of a staging area, directing those who wished to do well on the planet in the right direction. The half-Galan hoped those in the lower levels wouldn't be forgotten amongst all this charity.

"So how can I assist you Senator? I'm just a mere mine operator."

 

[Roman Vossari]

The Day After | Social Objective




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The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Roman's shoulders as he worked. With each piece of debris he moved, he could feel the urgency of the situation pressing against him, time was slipping away, and with it, the hope of the trapped family. His mind raced as he concentrated, the air thick with the scent of ash and the echoes of despair, mingling with the faint cries and whispers of the Force that flowed around him.

The woman bit her lip, her hands clasped together, silently praying for the safety of her friends. Roman sensed the warmth of her hope intertwined with the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. He pushed himself harder, digging deeper. Each crack of stone echoed like a heartbeat, reminding him of the fragile nature of life in this decimated place.

As the last piece of a damaged support beam shifted aside, Roman felt a tremor ripple through the Force. There, beneath the debris, he could sense the faint light of life, a flickering flame fighting against the suffocating darkness. It was not just one light, but three, two children and their mother, just as the woman had said. He quickly glanced back at her, her eyes filled with glimmering hope and fear, a silent plea for reassurance.

"I can feel them," Roman said, his voice steadier than he felt. "I'll bring them out."

With a deep breath, he raised his hand once more, channeling the Force with deliberate focus. The energy swirled around him, solidifying his resolve as he summoned his strength. He began to lift a larger section of stone, straining against its weight while calling upon every training lesson the Jedi had instilled in him. The world around him seemed to fade, the only sounds the roar of his own heartbeat and the muffled cries from beneath the rubble.

It was then he felt the weight of the rubble ease within the force. It allowed him to divert his concentration, looking over to seeing to fellow Jedi aiding his effort. He was grateful to have help in a dire situation such as this.

With renewed vigor, he steadied his breath, channeling that unnerving energy into something more than just a physical endeavor. "Transcend despair," he whispered to himself, as if his own belief could reshape the very fabric of reality around him.

At last, the loose rubble began to lighten, and with a final push, he was able to create a larger opening. He peered inside the darkness, heart pounding with both fear and hope. "Can you hear me?" he called, hoping against hope that they were still conscious.

"Help us!" a small voice cried out, a child's voice. Roman's heart soared, spurring him into motion once more.

"Just hold on! I'm coming!" he yelled, fighting the urge to lunge in blindly. He needed to be cautious; the structure was still unstable. He closed his eyes and reached out through the Force, guiding the mother and her children closer to the opening he had created.

One small hand grasped his, soft and trembling, and when he pulled with gentle strength, he felt the warm, fragile pulse of another life, another beacon of hope. "I've got you. Just a little further."

As he guided them through the opening, he could see their faces, covered in dust, cheeks streaked with tears, yet shining with a flicker of resilience. The mother, battered but alive, cradled her children against her as they emerged into the daylight, gasping at the sight of freedom.

Just outside the rubble, the local woman fell to her knees, tears now flowing freely as she enveloped the family in her arms, a tight knot of gratitude and relief. Roman stepped back, stepping into the sunlight as if pulled by an invisible thread, a witness to the spectrum of emotions unfolding before him.

"Thank you for the help." Roman turned to his compatriots, his right hand placed on his heart as he gave a graceful bow. "Roman Vossari, Padawan." he added, introducing himself to the pair.

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Tag: Iris Arani Zaiya Ceti

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Iris Arani Roman Vossari

There had barely been any time to rest.

Zaiya's visit to Commenor had been cut short by a high-priority comm message sent out to all available Jedi in the region -- a call for aid on Taris. And now, here they were, and it was pretty clear why the call had been so urgent.

Having Iris use the Force to communicate telepathically was still a strange sensation for Zaiya. The only other time anyone had done that with her was when Braze had used it during that field trip to Myrkr, where they'd ended up crashing. She'd never really gotten the chance to ask him about how it worked, considering she'd been unconscious at the time. None of her other mentors had used telepathy actively, either. Even Master Efret Farr preferred a translator or hand signals, though Zaiya vaguely remembered Farr once using some sort of visual telepathy. Definitely something to ask about later.

Still, having a voice in your head? That was weird. Zaiya half expected Iris to be hovering over her shoulder, not standing beside her.

"Okay," Zaiya replied, focusing on the task at hand. Nearby, another Jedi was already attempting to lift the debris -- a young man, from what she could tell. At least, Zaiya assumed he was another Jedi. Iris didn't seem alarmed, and the Force around him didn't hint at any malice.

Zaiya was still fascinated by the way Iris saw the Force as colors. It made Zaiya wonder if that was why she sensed the Force as auras and shadows. Could she see the Force in colors too? Something to consider, definitely.

Without further hesitation, Zaiya channeled the Force, joining Iris in lifting the debris. Determination rippled across her skin in mottled citrine hues, flecked with jewel-like blue iridescence. The heavy weight rose, and if needed, Zaiya was ready to step forward and help whoever was trapped beneath get free. No time to waste. They had people to save.

In the end, the other Jedi was able to pull them out once the debris was lifted. They were all able to work together and now the other young man introduced himself. With a shimmer of intrigue dying her rosy golden skin into curious oranges and burnished ambers, Zaiya gave a small wave and followed suite, "Hello, I'm Padawan Zaiya."

 

[Aiden Porte]

Tags- Valery Noble Minerva Fhirdiad Evelyn Shaw

"Padawan Porte, they have no communications,"

"That makes it so much easier." Aiden stated as he followed her lead. While he wasn't no tacitcian. Common cause was telling him that if there communications were blocked, they would have no way to communicated with each except through words and shouts at that. While they were already exposed with the blocked communication, stating their actions aloud would only further increase their vulnerability.

"Follow me, we're going to surprise them."

"Excellent, I'm with you Master Noble!" Aiden said with rather excited tone in his voice, definitely the thrill of the battle was taking hold. However he had to remind himself to stay calm and focus. He watched her in action and it was nothing short of spectacular. She didn't obtain the title of grandmaster for no reason.

As the pirates were tossed around by Valery's move. It gave Aiden the perfect opportunity to relieve them of their weapons. A raised hand as he closed his eyes calling upon the force and their guns were pulled away from them like before, and dropped easily to the ground. The soldiers followed up with several shots of fire that were set to stun.

 

[Alicio Organa]

The Day After
Temporary Relief Center, Taris
- Roman Vossari - Iris Arani - Ko Vuto - Zaiya Ceti - Efret Farr - Jonyna Si - Other Rescuers -​

The area had been flooded by survivors even before SELCORE's ships touched the rubble.

They'd chosen their staging area well- it was flat ground, and the enormous chunks of ancient buildings that littered it were able to be quickly shoved aside to make room. Tents were staked, a geometric sea of sterile white amid the dismal greys and blacks of a city brought low. Most of the tents were residential, temporary until the prefab houses could be flown in, but the other wings were slowly growing, too. Supply tents were quickly swelling with food and sundries from across the Alliance, the landing zone constantly accepted and expelled cargo ships with startling efficiency, and the medical wing bustled with activity, as a steady stream of survivors were brought in for care.

What happened to Taris was a disaster, there was no doubt in Alicio's mind. But it gave him a chance to test SELCORE's new protocols. With the Core Wars raging, they'd updated their playbook when providing relief to heavily-populated worlds. Now was the perfect chance to see if his research had meant anything.

Now was the chance to prove to the galaxy that the Senate and the Jedi could work together, after all.

Alicio stood in the center of it all, datapad in hand, directing the flow of traffic like the world's most chaotic symphony. Always, he did two things at once- talking with the chief physician while typing a request for more blankets from the cruisers above, or checking a vessel's cargo logs while scanning the minds of a crowd for a lost toddler. Always, there was so much to do.

Somehow, they stayed on top of it all. This was the kind of busy he loved to be.

<"All rescue teams,"> his voice rang out over the Alliance comms, his tone calm amid the storm of activity. <"Medical at base camp is finally catching up with demand. We're cleared for two hundred more patients, if you can send them our way. Evac ships on standby.">

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Objective 3 - Pirate Hunt
Tag: Evelyn Shaw Valery Noble Aiden Porte​

Hopping from one spot to another via jetpack, Minerva lined up her next aim, shooting toward three pirates, clipping one in the right shoulder and forcing the two to dive in amongst wreckage as they retaliated. But each of them were shot in the back by a sniper round, courtesy of Irni.

Taking away the pirates' main communications certainly helped but this fight was far from over. Her commandos here in the hangar had to keep using their mobility so as not to be pinned down by the hostiles. But they suffered losses as well with Minerva spotting another fallen commando, lying sideways with a burned back and pieces of a jetpack. Landing on her feet she holstered the pistols and pulled out her M874-S slugthrower. At the sight of five pirates trying to outflank some of her troops Minerva sped for the left side of them with her jet boots while throwing a flashbang into their midst.

The bright light erupted, blinding the desperate outlaws as they stopped and some dropped to their knees. Hearing the commotion, Tuni's first squad, held up within the shredded transport, finally saw their would-be attackers and gunned them down without second thoughts. At the sight Minerva called in.

"Gakot, sitrep!"

The former raider called back.

"It was hard going but my platoon just took the bridge. Their captain got away from us though."

"Keep that bridge secured. Have Sumi plug in to the sensors if they're still working. We need to know how many are left."

"Understood Minerva, we got this."

With her instructions done the Mandalorian flew off the floor to find what else she can do for her troops.

 

[Aris Noble]

"They do."

Aris turned his gaze about, frowning ever so faintly. He could hear the echoes of their own breathing, their heartbeats. It was disorientating to say the least, but again, Zaiya had already made him something to help with it. It made him smile, if only briefly before Vera jumped and he blinked. And did his best not to laugh at her. "At least your instincts are on point, dear sister."

Then he followed her forward, shaking his head just a little. For the danger that Rakghoul's were, it was good to at least laugh together. Well, not that he laughed. Out loud. Last thing he'd do was laugh at at Vera and suffer her wrath.

"Do you think we're close?"

Vera Noble

 

[Vera Noble]

Taris | Tunnels

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Tag: Aris Noble

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"My aim is on point too, and if you're not careful, I'm going to throw things at you." She looked at him, a serious squint at first, but then she started to laugh, inviting him to join her in a silly moment of joy. He was right, of course. Vera could handle herself, but it made far more sense to have him lead from the front, and have her support him from behind. It made them an effective team, just like Mom and Dad were when they fought together.

One day, she knew that she'd be out there with her brother, saving the Galaxy like their parents did.

"Do you think we're close?"

His question, sadly, was answered only a few seconds later. Vera stopped when she saw the hatch — a huge metal doorway that connected this tunnel to another. But what drew her attention more, were the two piles of Rakghoul corpses on each side of the door. Had Mom killed these and left them behind?

There were so many of them.

"We have to open this hatch. I saw it in my vision," Vera said as she took a few steps closer, "There's a way to open it without destroying it."

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: New Jumpsuit
Weapons: New Lightsaber

"There's another on the ship," Valery said as she continued to move, leaving behind the now-disarmed pirates she had knocked out with her Force blast. Her senses were continuously scanning for other presences, and while she sensed where the remaining pirates were, she felt one other presence. It wasn't as aggressive and dangerous as the pirates, nor was it as determined and combative as Minerva and her troops.

Was someone hiding on this ship? Or did they have another reason?

Valery couldn't afford to shift her focus away from the battle and pushed the thoughts aside for now. They were about to reach the section of the ship where Minerva Fhirdiad was fighting, and she wanted to be ready for it. With Aiden right behind, she soon moved through shattered blast doors and stepped right into the chaos of an ongoing fight.

Minerva and her troops were in position, returning fire against an overwhelming number of pirates. Pirates who were now trapped between Minerva and the Jedi.

"Let's bring them some relief, Padawan Porte," Valery said, as she drew her weapon and moved to engage.

Aiden Porte Minerva Fhirdiad Evelyn Shaw
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[Iris Arani]

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Iris didn't introduce herself. She didn't look at the Padawan now as she instead focused on the people that had been rescued. Their injuries. So many were hurt, and even as her comlink went off with Alicio Organa 's announcement she knew more would need the facilities. There were always going to be more, as unfortunate as it sounded. So she crouched beside the mother and her children, gave a brief smile with her heavily scarred face, then reached out.

She pulled on the Force, on the colors. The greys were lifted, and with it pain left their bodies. Bruises and cuts healed over before she stood. Her eyes looked around, never once actually looking ay anyone, instead dancing around their form as she watched their colors, not them. It was far easier for her to read their colors than facial expressions.

"The relief tents are close. Find your way to them."

Then her gaze was gone, focused elsewhere. She hummed for a brief moment before turning her attention to the Padawans.

"There are more this way. Roman, Zaiya, I want you two to find them. Reach out. Pain is a cold, uncomfortable sensation, but it makes it easy to find them in the haze of everything else. Let that guide you, but don't make the pain yours. Simply point where they are, and I'll dig them out."

Roman Vossari | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris was all smiles until the different scent came in. Death. He grimaced behind his mask as he looked to the piles, then to the hatch. The hatch was where they needed to go? The hatch surrounded by dead bodies? He grumbled softly before he nodded his head. If that was what she saw, then, that's where they were going to go. He stepped over to it, careful not to disturb the corpses, before reaching out to try and open it.

"Without destroying it, you said?"

Vera Noble

 

[Iko Vel]

"I mean...you're still the centre of it for me? I know it's not exactly the same thing but...Well...I dunno. I'll be honest. I have no clue how you could feel. I ain't never...really had a parental figure to look out for me like Makai and Myra are for you."

That might not have been what Persie was wanting to hear, but Iko was going to be honest. It was something he was slowly but surely learning. Whilst it was good to tell people what they wanted sometimes, it was also good to tell people the truth. Just telling Persie what she wanted to hear might not always be the best thing. Then again, as her boyfriend, he probably should be saying things she wanted to hear from him...Urgh. This was more difficult than he had expected.

His eyes were focused on their surroundings more than anything right now. He had never really gotten to see Taris before and wasn't sure when they'd be back. Whilst being on Taris wasn't exactly the best idea for a date in his mind, it was at least something they could do together. It was nice at the very least to be spending time with Persie...Even if she had been complaining about things he wouldn't be able to understand.

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Roman Vossari]

The Day After | Social Objective




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Roman watched the fellow Jedi closely as she moved among the survivors, her presence both commanding and enigmatic. With each sweep of her hands, she manifested an artistry in healing that left him in awe. The scars that marred her face told stories of battles fought and hardships endured, but it was the way she drew on the Force that truly captivated him. She didn't speak much, her actions spoke louder than words ever could.

Still, Roman couldn't shake the feeling of confusion that trailed behind him like a shadow. She hadn't introduced herself. Wasn't that customary? A Master of some sort, especially one who was leading Padawans like him and Zaiya, should at least acknowledge their names. The disconnect gnawed at him, and he glanced sideways at Zaiya, hoping for some sort of answer.

Roman watched as Zaiya stood next to him, her deep blue eyes focused intently on the woman, absorbing the way she gracefully healed those in pain. There was something different about Zaiya. Roman couldn't quite put his finger on it. He wished he could be as steadfast as Zaiya was, but the Jedi's lack of a formal introduction left him feeling uprooted, like he was floating amidst a current he didn't understand.

As the woman commanded the two of them to find more survivors, Roman's unease surged. "Pain is a cold, uncomfortable sensation..." The words gnawed at him. He was used to sensing discomfort and sorrow in the Force, wasn't everyone? But the way she described it made it seem like a beacon, a way to map their surroundings with an invisible thread. He had never thought of pain as a navigational tool before, and he felt both intrigued and overwhelmed by the prospect.

Roman glanced at Zaiya again. She appeared unfazed, her demeanor calm, ready to follow her instructions. Roman sighed softly. It was reassuring that she seemed to know what to do, even if he felt more like a lost child than a Padawan.

Roman nodded, even if uncertainty still clung to him like a stubborn fog. "Alright, we'll find them."

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Tag: Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Makai Dashiell

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The Neimoidian observed the unease reflected in Makai Dashiell 's eyes as they entered the Main Relief Settlement, where a multitude of doctors, nurses, and medical droids were actively engaged in stabilizing patients and preparing for their transport to the Alliance's Main Medical Facilities on Fondor.

This sense of unease became particularly evident when the younger Dashiell expressed that he possessed no information or expertise that could contribute to the Senatorial investigation into the third party responsible for the destruction of Taris, aside from addressing isolated financial questions that they may have.

"Do not be so quick to downplay your significance during the investigation. My Young Associate, for you have a keen eye for detail and a business sense that rivals even the most ancient companies still in operation." Lodd explained, as he retrieved a datapad from beneath his flowing robes. Their initial destination was situated midway between the medical tents and the command center, where a fragment of a downed star destroyer (Victory Class) protruded from the debris. This particular model was of an antiquated design, significantly older than any vessel that should still be in service among the principal military forces.

"Tell me. Mr. Dashiell if you are building up a military task force to assault a planet. Would you use designs made over several hundred years ago?" He asked a hypothetical question to the young entrepreneur, inspecting the fragment with a close eye to identify any distinguishing marks. The most rational conclusion is that the third party did not possess the necessary resources to thoroughly search the open market for starships. This limitation in their overall capital, both in scope and size, would place them at a significant disadvantage when compared to the advanced 8th Generation designs of the Galactic Alliance.

"The rational conclusion is no. This indicates that our third party is significantly impoverished and lacks access to contemporary resources. Given that your family possesses a scrap empire, you should be able to inform me of locations within the galaxy where one might obtain ancient starships from a bygone era." Lodd continued his observations, brushing off the dust and recording his findings on the datapad for subsequent examination. This information would prove invaluable to the Strategic Intelligence Agency and the Federal Assembly once the Chancellor's office convened a session.