Campaign Spit Out the Rinds | Ord Providence (GA and Allies)

[Voice of Ord Providence]

Ord Providence
Tags: Valery Noble , Braze Kai'el , Corazona von Ascania , Aris Noble , Shan Pavond , Open

New House of the Goddess, Sellia II, Sellia I​

"The... old prophets never spoke of a complete uprising. Surely this is only a misunderstanding. Our people are not in rebellion, they're just... having their faith tested. There has to be a more reasonable solution-"

"Silence, Lunaria. You understand well enough what we face. Curve your tongue and remember your duty to the Goddess."

"Yes... Elder Joth..."

"Yumia has disobeyed her purpose. It is clear to me now that our people are faithless. Tainted. The scourge of the lesser air has been twisting their fantasies since the moment we opened our borders. Yet, all the same, we have a divine purpose in this place. An oath we have taken to ensure that our purity, above all else, is preserved. Should our people fall to depravity, we are left only one choice. The founders left the Contingency Measure to bring their grand experiment to a close."

"S-surely you can't be considering- Th-there are roughly a billion people on Ord Providence! We can't be so compromised as to-"

"One billion heretics, Elder Lunaria! One billion heretics. This is the way, as dictated by the founders. We will have purity ensured. This is a matter of ascension, good lady. If anyone down there is not yet tainted, let them join the Goddess in the next life."


Reports have come in from Ord Providence's port of Thella, a call of distress to her allies in the Alliance. Pressure in the planetary domes have begun to depressurize. Estimated time for complete contamination of the air: One week.

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Objective 1: Slow Burn​

With no clear solution to sudden depressurization of the domed cities of Ord Providence, evacuation has been left as the only option. With a week's time slated for total depressurization, which would see the toxic Clouzon-36 in the atmosphere render the settlements on the planet completely uninhabitable, the Galactic Alliance spearheads a mass exodus with the hopes of relocating the Godoan people to the temperate moons of Ord Providence, Sellia I and II. Capital ships have been brought into the atmosphere for maximum passenger carry capacity, but the process slow going. Volunteers from the Alliance and their allies have been tasked to take to the streets and deliver rebreathers to those still awaiting transit. The Godoan people have been forced to leave their home before, as departure from Godo had brought them to this place. Some see this as a test of spiritual resolve. Others, just a catastrophe. Regardless of outlook, all move towards Thella, Ord Providence's spaceport.

Objective 2: Salvation​

Reports have come in that the clergy, who culturally have lead the people of Ord Providence for the last hundred years, have sealed themselves off in the New Temple of the Goddess. This follows a brief period of unrest, where the lower cast protested their leaders for the first time over their expansive history following a coup. This 'revolution' was peaceful, and rather quiet when compared to other events within the Alliance, but the fear response in the clergy is apparent. While individuals on the outside have attempted to relay to the temple that the domes are depressurizing, it seems they've been met with nothing but silence. That is until communication was suddenly established with an elder inside the Tower of the High named Lunaria, who's cryptic message was picked up by the Strategic Intelligence Agency....

"Come to... the house... Th... will resist... Prepare to fight them... Salvation is ...under the house... I will take you there."

Ord Providence's military stands at the ready, ordered to fend off any who wish to enter the structure. Brave volunteers from the Alliance have agreed to storm the New Temple of the Goddess, hoping that linking up with this rogue elder will present a solution to the looming threat of depressurization....

BYOO:
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The streets of Ord Providence are open to explore amidst the crisis....

 

[Valette Puritis Yumia]

Ord Providence, Objective 1
Tags: Open

"Miss... Yumia?"

Valette sighed, tilting her head towards the young Initiate Kyo, who had very recently been amidst the coup which had set this chain of events off. That and being one of the few survivors had given him a hero status amongst the people. For that reason the lower clergy, those not of the 'High One' status and were thus still amongst the people, had assigned him to be her personal security.

"Speak, Initiate," the senator sighed.

"Th-the first wave of evacuations have begun," he relayed. "I-if you're insistent on remaining to oversee the entire process, the Galactic Alliance requests that you wear a rebreather..."

The cowardly soldier handed Yumia a rebreather. With an exhale, the Godoan slipped the mask on under her hood. She was quick to recompose herself.

"What do you make of this, soldier?" the Senator asked. "Surely after witnessing the coup first hand you must have had your faith in the clergy shaken. And now, when the people begin to question their authority, a crisis never before seen. All while they hide away in their tower. Do you see this as divine punishment, or the action of greedy men..."

Kyo frowned, awkwardly rubbing his shoulder. He didn't really think much in general, let alone when he had been running for his life. All of this was way above his pay-grade, but now he was a national hero? It was really too much, but there was no way in hell he was gonna admit such a thing. He could fake it till he made it.

Probably.

"I-I mean, these things must be correlated..."

"We'll see," Yumia decided, turning her gaze towards the dome of Provinia, the capital. "We'll see..."

Those storming the New Temple of the Goddess would learn the truth.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery stood at the edge of the landing zone, fiery gaze scanning the desperate flood of civilians surging toward the Alliance transport ships. Their voices blurred into a constant, chaotic hum — shouts of orders, cries for loved ones, and the low mechanical whine of ships cycling through rapid departures. She tightened her grip on the crate of rebreathers she carried, the weight nothing compared to the urgency burning in her chest.

They had a week. That was the best estimate. But already, pressure leaks were forming in some of the domes, and the Godoan people — many of whom had never stepped foot beyond their sacred city — were being forced to leave everything behind.

It wasn't just a disaster. It was a reckoning.

"Master Noble!" A frantic voice called out, cutting through the chaos. A local volunteer rushed toward her, eyes wide with alarm. "There's still people trapped near the lower districts. Some don't have masks, and the leaks are spreading faster than we thought!"

Valery didn't hesitate. "Show me."

She hoisted the crate higher in her arms and fell into step behind the volunteer, weaving through the crowd of evacuees toward the edge of the outer districts. Every moment counted. Every life mattered. And as long as she still had breath in her lungs, she was going to make sure as many people as possible got off this planet alive. The domes wouldn't hold forever.

But she was going to fight for every second they had.

Open​

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Ord Providence
Objective: 1
Tags: Open
Outfit - Lightsaber​

It was strange to be on the other side of things for once. Reina had been so used to being the person running for evacuation. Trying to escape from the danger but here she was, running headfirst into danger to help others. It honestly felt good. She was no stranger to having to wear a rebreather, if anything it helped her feel more at home as she moved through the crowds, keeping a tight grip on the rebreathers she was meant to be delivering...

"Urgh...There's too many people..."
She couldn't even hear her own voice amidst the chaos of screaming and yells. The noise just had to be pushed to the back of her mind as she pushed her way through the crowd, keeping the crate close to her chest. It was hard to keep calm. The woman just wanted to barrel her way through the crowd, pushing people left and right but that would only cause more chaos or even cause a stampede. If her hands were free, she might have been able to jump along the buildings...

"If you don't have a mask, take one and keep moving! I'm not going to hang about!"

Her main focus was on moving through the streets. Getting as much equipment out as she could. To save lives. It was all so surreal. Reina could never believe herself to be a hero. Someone who could save people, but here she was, doing exactly that. She just had to keep moving. That was her main strength. Or maybe it was a weakness. She never knew what to just stop.

 

[Loomi]

Ord Providence, Objective 2
Tags: Open

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There it was.

The structure before Loomi was the place where she had been born, up in the tower that served as the sanctuary of the clergy. The New Temple of the Goddess had certainly seen better days. The collapsed Tower of the Mighty, where the leadership of the military caste had been stationed, still smoldered from the recent fires that had plagued it.

"I'm afraid... circumstances are far more complicated than you would be familiar with," the young woman answered. "As a member of our council, Elder Lunaria has taken a vow of isolation. To be a High One, one must cut off contact with the lower realm. To interact with anyone else in the flesh would sever a holy connection, making one unable to fulfill their role. She is... unable to meet with you because of this reason."

She had to be here. This Elder Lunaria, whoever she was, was her mother. That much Loomi had been told by that senator lady, Yumia. It must have been two years ago now that she had been relayed such a thing. Was it wrong to be here then? The primary goal of storming the temple was to aid the people of Ord Providence, yet she was here for answers. No, Loomi wasn't here for answers. She already knew the whole story.

Maybe she just needed some kind of face-to-face interaction. Anything that could make her feel an ounce of the sensation she had been so cruelly denied so long ago.

"There's actually something I didn't mention in my guide, because at the time I didn't fully understand it. But, ah, it might be obvious to you," she said. "Mist-Weaving is an art form. I mean -- you're given the tools to create just about anything. It's dynamic; it's beautiful. To shape the very Force into something tangible and visible is, I think, inherently transcendent, in a similar way to art."

She finished off the head with a scaled, hairy frill, and with a flourish she pulled at the strands from the back. The whole creature seemed to sharpen into focus, suddenly in full-colour, majestic blue scales, red hair, and piercing green eyes.

"Now, I wouldn't call myself a master of my craft, but creating is better than not. It's different than just, say, pushing something telekinetically, or throwing up a barrier. It's creating. It's weaving. The more care you put into your threads, the more it'll show in your work."

The dragon's long neck took shape; the site of her weaving bubbled like boiling water as she breathed life into the creature. It shook its head, sniffing the air and looking around, before its gaze settled on the padawan and it became very still.

"Not to say it can't be functional. You won't always have the time or energy to weave something great. But when you do -- make it magnificent. Take pride in your work."

Loomi sighed as she looked down at the thing she had just woven into being. It was not a whole dragon, not even close. A large head lay upon the floor, covered in pearly white scales with piercing violet eyes. Not ideal, but it was all she had the time to prepare before they had departed. She wasn't as fast as Miss Auteme was. Not yet.

The Godoan padawan was hidden behind some large rubble leading up to the entrance of the New Temple of the Goddess, which was heavily guarded. They carried energy swords, an unusual feature of their military. These weapons had nowhere close to the power of a lightsaber, but they were still blades of plasma. They would surely be able to maintain a duel for some period of time. That and they were GA citizens, even if they had been ordered to stand against them. Non-lethal solutions were going to take priority.

She sighed, picking up the large dragon head and setting it atop the rubble.

"Alright, lil' guy..." Loomi muttered.

The mist woven dragon head flared to life, it's cheeks momentarily expanding before it opened it's maw to release a beam of energy. Not fire, but rather icy mist, which surrounded the soldiers and creating a fog that shrouded the entire area.

<Smokescreen is up,> the padawan relayed to her allies. <Please be careful...>

From here Loomi had her own path to walk.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective: 2
Tags: Open - indirect tag Loomi

As soon as the smokescreen was up, Shan was rushing off into it. Speed was one of his advantages after all. He kept his lightsaber disengaged and clipped to his hip. These were GA citizens and with what happened on Woostri, he didn't want to use his lightsaber against them. Not unless they proved themselves to be a threat that required lethal action. And hey, he wasn't that bad with his fists. Plus with the situation going on, with the planet being in danger and the potential salvation being under the Temple? Well. Shan didn't mind cracking a few heads together.

There was a small hesitant voice that told him he should be down with the evacuation, helping there but he felt he'd more useful here. If anyone got injured, Godoan or otherwise, Shan would be able to lend them a hand. Plus he could lend a fist to some people. It was clear that the Guards were uneasy with the mist up. Another reason why Shan wasn't using his lightsaber, the green glow could give him away. This all felt strange to him. Stealth had never been his forte but hey. You were never too late to learn new tricks right? At least that's what he thought as the Mirialan rushed through the smokescreen, using his natural agility alongside the Force to move.

<This is Knight Pavond. I'm at the entrance to the Temple. Going to open the do-...Give me a minute>

The glow of an energy sword in the mist gave away the position of Shan's would-be attacker, as the Mirialan backstepped away from the Entrance. His plan was to open the entrance way before the guards noticed him but that wasn't going to be the case right now. Instead he dodged and ducked from the strikes the guard sent his way before lunging forward to grab the Godoan Guard by their shoulders.

This is going to hurt.

Using the Force, Shan used the technique of Soft to Solid that Jasper had taught him before slamming his head against the guard to knock them out. A sudden spasm of pain erupting from Shan's own skull as he held a hand to his head. Krif, he still wasn't fully healed up from Woostri. Even as his vision started to blur and float around, the Mirialan wasn't going to stop. That entrance needed to be opened up.

It was going to need the Force again, as Shan called upon the power that flowed through his body and his surroundings. Concentrating it into his fist as a maelstrom of blue energy started to form around it. Pulsing as Shan released the energy, slamming his fist into the entrance to the Temple, where a burst of the Force would erupt blowing the entrance open whilst a thunderous bang echoed through the area.

Gah. Never realised how much my crystal dulls the pain.

Shan shook his hand off a little bit at that, looking over towards the open entrance and then looking back to the smokescren with an awkward grin on his face.

<...Door's open now.>

 

[Aron Brood]

OBJECTIVE: 1
TAGS: Open

"You have to leave," Aron insisted for the umpteenth time, his voice partially distorted by the rebreather.

"I can't leave," the stubborn Godoan replied. "I won't. This is my home."

The last fifteen minutes had been a frustrating lesson in futility. Still, Aron wasn't giving up. Every life could and should be saved.

"A home that's going to kill you," Aron pressed.

"My people have survived worse. You don't understand. My ancestors migrated here after the plague outbreak. I won't abandon the home that saved them."

Aron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, unsure of how to make the Godoan see reason.

 

[Deson Sanei]

[Ord Providence][Near the New Temple of the Goddess]
[Objective 2]
[Equipment: Scout Uniform, GABB-15 Talon, GSIA-83 Stinger]
[Tags: Loomi , Shan Pavond , OPEN]

"There is so much confusion on the ground right now. Clearly something is happening inside the temple that the Elders would rather we didn't see."

"I understand, ma'am. How do we proceed?"

"Make your way inside. NJO forces are on site, but they are not to know of your mission until absolutely necessary."

"And if we make contact with this Elder Lunaria?"

"Frankly, I don't know what the Elders game is here. Hear her out if you locate her, but if the Elders give you any resistance, eliminate them. All of them."

"Understood ma'am."
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The holo-image of Deson's supervisor vanished, leaving him only to consider his mission. This whole thing was a mess, but at least orders had been clear. While the Alliance worked to save as many lives as they could, the SIA would get to the bottom of whatever was going on inside the New Temple of the Goddess. Though they did not set out to directly harm anyone, none of the Agents pretended they were here for strickly noble purposes.

Equipped in regular army gear, Deson and his team of five SIA agents had been sent in to figure this out. One way or the other.
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"You heard the lady. Check weapons and gear but follow my lead. Don't fire unless they give you a reason to blast them. If we run into Elder Lunaria, let me take the lead. She knows something that the rest of the Elders would have rather her kept quiet about."

The part that remained unspoke was of course the kill order. But such things were a part of the business, the SIA had to do the dirty work of the Alliance and the Elders may prove to be far too dangerous to be left alive. Deson would hear Lunaria out, but if she was simply trying to save her skin from whatever the other Elders were up to, then she would be counted among those who needed to be eliminated. Then again, this might be some wild bantha chase, but the SIA never failed to come unprepared for any eventuality.

The Agents emerged from the fog just as the Jedi Knight finished blowing a hole in the front door. Deson admired the Jedi for their ability to get things done quickly, but in the end, they couldn't be trusted with the mission they were assigned.

That didn't mean he was going to say no to their help.
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"Master Jedi!"

Deson rushed to the Jedi, his team followed closely behind and covered the approach to the entrance in case anyone else tried to slip out of the fog to keep them from heading inside.

"Echo Squad reporting. We are here to back you up and extract Elder Lunaria."

The agent peered around the Mirialan Jedi to see the damage that had already been done to the structure, though Deson could only chuckle.

"I see you started the party without us. I'm Captain Deson."

Deson would have extended his hand to be polite, but they were on a tight schedule. Besides, the more time the Jedi had to ask questions, the more likely it was he would see the SIA Agents ruse and disrupt their operation. Orders were orders, and at the end of the day, the SIA did not answer to the NJO.

"Can we expect any more Jedi to join us?"

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[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Padawan Robes, Tunic
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble

Chaos was starting to bubble. Amidst the rising apprehension and panic of would-be evacuees, there was a very real sense of fear brewing. The crowds were so far contained, things moving along as orderly as they could considering the looming threat that hung heavy over the whole scene. Keeping close to her Master, Everest scanned the crowds, her heart aching all the while. The thought of having to leave their home in such a way, and so suddenly, made her want to do everything she could for them whilst there was still time. So she steeled herself, preparing to haul the rebreathers across the city for anyone who needed it.

"Mama...? Mama!"

Eve stopped in her tracks before she could even begin, head turning towards the voice of a nearby child. The little girl couldn't have been much older than six or seven. Her heart sank, and she found her feet moving before she could make any choice consciously.

"Hi, little one, are you okay?" Her voice was warm, gentle. She knelt to meet her gaze. The girl's eyes were welling up as the growing sense of panic and confusion started to set in.

"My Mama..."

"Shh, it's okay." Without any ceremony, Eve let the gentlest hum of Light trickle into the girl's mind, allowing that sprouting fear to subside, replaced with a soft, temporary comfort. "My name is Eve, what's yours?" She gave the girl a warm smile. With a single, dramatic sniffle, the girl looked at her with suspended uncertainty, but a growing trust in her eyes.

"V-Vivi..."

"Vivi. That's a pretty name." The girl was suddenly bashful, but gave a smile as she rocked her body around idly. Eve smiled, seeing something of herself in her. "Come on, Vivi. Let's go find—"

"VIVI!"

The voice cut through the crowds with a relieved passion strong enough to shake worlds. Eve could see a woman pushing herself through the crowds with undeniable resolve, tears falling from her eyes.

"Mama!" Vivi jumped into her arms, her mother shaking from the overwhelming emotion that flooded her.

"Don't you ever run off again!!" Though tinged with exasperation, her voice was thoroughly drenched with the sense of relief. Before her mother could whisk her away, little Vivi turned to Eve and waved a tiny hand to her before the two of them melted into the crowds.

Relief washed over Eve, and she exhaled slowly, standing for a moment within the crowds as a strange silence took hold of her. The face of her own mother flashed in her mind, and a pale finger ran along the top of her lightsaber hilt. The feeling of its wooden casing brought the memory of home to her mind. She was lucky to still have that home, lucky that she could return at any time. Her eyes lifted and scanned the faces around her as solemnity fell on her. They all were not so lucky.

She took in a sharp, determined breath, and turned back towards the landing zone, getting back to her Master just in time to catch the words of a volunteer.

"Master Noble! There's still people trapped near the lower districts. Some don't have masks, and the leaks are spreading faster than we thought!"

Eve's feet sped up as she reached for the crate she had left behind, muscles tensing from the sudden weight. She glanced to Valery and nodded with a certain stoic resolve as she followed close behind her through the crowds beyond.

She was certain she heard Vivi's voice again, and her head turned to find her face amidst the crowd. Alas, she could not, but she held the girl in her heart for the hours to come.

May you be safe, Vivi.

 

[Inanna Harth]

"My people have survived worse. You don't understand. My ancestors migrated here after the plague outbreak. I won't abandon the home that saved them."

Inanna caught the latter half of the conversation between the Godoan and Jedi. She sidled up to the pair, peering at them over her rebreather.

"My people were forced to leave our homeworld after the Maw unleashed a deadly plague," she said. "We didn't have the Alliance or any other faction to look to for help. We scattered around the galaxy, even ending up stranded on planets that didn't want us. You have two whole unoccupied moons waiting for you." She gestured skyward. "It's only temporary. Go now and return after the problem has been fixed."

Aron Brood​

 

[Aron Brood]

Inanna's words cut through the Godoan, a wisdom sharpened through her own experiences. The elderly man's gaze followed her skyward gesture, and he stared up at the dimly lit moons for a long moment.

"I understand," he said at last, speaking with a softer tone than before. "The galaxy is a harsh place, especially when you're alone." The Godoan glanced at the two Jedi, then around him as Alliance personnel moved about frantically, passing out rebreathers and ushering civilians to the transport shuttles. He wasn't alone, and with the Goddess' blessing, he'd return in due time. "I will go. Thank you, Jedi," he said simply, nodding and strutting away.

"Thanks for the help," Aron said, turning to the woman. She had a quiet heaviness about her, like she was a delicate vessel for tragedy, but maybe that was just because of the story she shared. "I'm Aron... and uh, I'm sorry about your homeworld..."

Inanna Harth​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery moved with purpose, boots hitting the duracrete with sharp, determined strides as she moved deeper into the city But before she could get too far, she felt the familiar presence of her Padawan. A glance over her shoulder confirmed it. Eve was there, gripping the crate, her expression troubled but also determined.

Without breaking slowing down, Valery reached out and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, squeezing just enough to ground her. "You're doing well," she murmured, her voice strong but gentle over the chaos. "This is hard, but we are helping them. Every second counts." She let her hand linger for just a moment longer, then turned her focus ahead.

The lower districts were already in a state of crisis.

The closer they got, the worse it became. What had been a chaotic but orderly evacuation near the landing zone turned into something messier here. Cracks webbed along the reinforced dome, letting in thin, insidious clouds of Clouzon-36, visible in the dim light. The pressure was dropping faster than expected.

Bodies pressed against one another, desperate hands clawing for masks, for any kind of protection. Some still clutched belongings — bags filled with the remnants of a life they were being forced to abandon. Others were frozen in place, too paralyzed to move, too lost to process that their home was becoming unlivable.

A sharp inhale. A steadying breath.

She turned to Eve and smiled, "Let's hurry it up before people start fighting each other for these masks." It was a natural instinct in times of need. A desire to first save yourself, before helping another. It was up to Valery and Everest to prevent such escalation, and hopefully save as many as they could.

Everest Vale​

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Ord Providence, New House of the Goddess (Flying above)
Objective 2
Tags: Dean Walker​

Katherine had never been one to put much faith into religion, which she recognized was somewhat hypocritical considering Jedi Order itself was a religion of the Force. But there were always degrees to it, different levels of zealousness. It was why groups like the Lords of Light always made the Valkyrie wary.

That degree of zealotry bordered on being far too aggressive, to a degree that one could argue it tiptoed along the pitfalls relating to the darkside of the Force.

So hearing what was happening on Ord Providence, of what Senator Yumia had described to the Alliance, Katherine hadn’t hesitated to volunteer her assistance. What the Godoan clergy had in mind for the populace? It was unacceptable.

Intending death even on one person was bad enough, but to the potential scale they were aiming for?

It was abhorrent, and Katherine refused to just stand by and let it happen.

So while the main Alliance group would make their move at the Temple’s main entrance, the Valkyrie would be taking a detour, and she wouldn’t be doing it alone. Some early scouting had revealed a few potential secondary points of entry. All of which were at a heightened elevation, not exactly feasible for a group to reach.

But one or two individuals? Much more doable.

That was what led Katherine to be flying above the New House of the Goddess, with one Dean Walker being carried in her arms. Well carried probably wasn’t the correct wording. Initially, Katherine had wanted to carry the agent in her arms, but that had just proved to be awkward.

Man had muscles on his muscles.

So instead, Katherine had looped her arms underneath Dean’s, essentially leaving him dangling as she flew. Which probably wasn’t the greatest experience, but it did mean if they did need to rapidly deploy, it would be easier to do so.

“You hanging in there Agent Walker?” Katherine asked, a joking tone to her voice. “Can’t imagine you’ve experienced flying quite like this before.”

 

[Dean Walker]

Dean grunted, shifting slightly in Katherine's grasp as they soared above the New House of the Goddess. It wasn't that he didn't trust her flying — it was just the position he was in that made him feel like some helpless civilian being airlifted out of danger. If anyone saw him right now? Yeah. No one was ever hearing about this.

"I'm hanging in there," he muttered, exhaling through his nose. "Can't say I've ever flown like this before — unless you count getting blown off my feet by an explosion." He glanced down at the temple below, his sharp eyes scanning the ornate rooftops and high balconies, the elevated vantage points offering little in terms of easy access.

They were getting close.

His instincts kicked in, tactical mind shifting to the next step. "Set me down a safe distance away," he said, twisting slightly to glance up at her. "We can't risk getting spotted. Last thing we need is their defenses locking onto us before we even make it inside."

"Preferably before my pride takes any more damage," he added dryly, though the smirk playing at the corner of his lips betrayed the humor in his tone.

As embarassing as it was, flying like this was also pretty fun.

Katherine Holt
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[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Padawan Robes, Tunic
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble

Eve met her Master's eyes as she spoke. As always, her touch and her words gave her the assurance she didn't realise she needed, and with a newfound resolve she gave Valery a firm nod, pulling in sharp breath.

She looked into the crowd. Swarms of people suddenly rendered displaced, all with faces of desperation, fear, horror. It made her heart ache horribly to see so many in such a way, and it seemed far worse down here. Her brow furrowed, and she readjusted the crate in her aching arms. A heavy sadness washed over her, framed by a deep compassion for them all. She had to help. She must help. It was why she was there, after all, but the need came from something deeper than simply duty.

It was a need woven in the very fabric of her being.

And before she could even think on the matter any further, something took hold of her, arresting herself in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time. Silver eyes scanned the area to find a heavy storage box nearby. Crate still in hand, she stepped up awkwardly and turned towards the crowd below.

"Everyone," she said a little too quietly. The crowd remained completely unaware of her. She cleared her throat. "E-Everyone!" The weight of her own voice shocked her, but she didn't care. She had to do something, and if ever there was a time to act, it was now. Heads started turning to her, and nerves began to latch onto her.

"We've— Th-The Alliance are here to help. Please— Please line up in an orderly— Please line up one by one to receive your rebreather!" She shook her crate in indication. "O-One by one, please. Thank you!"

Nailed it.

It wasn't a pretty speech. It wasn't the most confident speech. But it got the message across, and by the time she stepped back down, people had already started to gather, voices rising in a growing, desperate exasperation. Setting her crate down next to her Master, she glanced briefly to Valery, as her face showed an undeniable resolve she had never shown before.

But this was important.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery turned just in time to watch Everest step forward, lifting her voice over the growing panic of the crowd. It wasn't perfect but stars, did it work. Slowly, the chaos began to shift into something more structured. Desperation made way for order, as people began to listen. A small, proud smile touched Valery's lips. She's growing.

She reached down, helping Everest set the crate on the cracked duracrete, her fiery gaze sweeping over the forming lines. The Godoans were still frantic, some clinging to whatever pieces of their lives they could carry, but they were listening. That was the first step.

"You did well," she murmured, just loud enough for Everest to hear. A gentle squeeze on the younger woman's shoulder, steady and warm. "Let's start handing them out before things slip again."

Without hesitation, Valery knelt, popping open the crate and lifting the first rebreather into her hands. "One per person," she reminded, her voice carrying its usual authority and reassurance as she passed the mask to the first civilian in line. "If you already have one, keep moving toward the spaceport."

She kept her focus steady, her hands moving efficiently as she worked, but beneath it all — beneath the surface-level calm she projected — there was something else. A war inside her.

Azurine.

Captured. Taken by the enemy. Valery exhaled slowly through her nose, pressing the thoughts away. Not now. Not while she was here. Not while these people needed her. But it was there, twisting at the edges of her mind. The instinct to drop everything and go after her Padawan, to tear through anyone who stood in her way. But she couldn't. Not yet.

She forced herself back into the moment, handing off another rebreather, her grip tightening just slightly around the mask before releasing it. She could feel Everest beside her, stronger than before, growing into her own purpose. That's what mattered right now. That's what she had to hold onto.

Another breath. Another mask. Keep moving. Keep helping. The storm inside could wait.

"Everest, once we've wrapped up here, let's call in supplies and keep going."

Everest Vale​

 

[Makko Vyres]

S T U U P A - D O M E​

BYOO: Corazona von Ascania

"I hate moral grey stuff," Makko said.

For a Jedi Shadow it seemed an odd thing to say. At the point of a Shadow being activated for a mission the grey had been figured out by the higher-ups and he just had to follow a brief.

"We've got to break into that refinery and get them to pump some Clouzon-36 out of the air instead of into the air... But also it's the only income the planet gets so... 'don't compromise the long term production.'

"Blowing it up would be easy."

For an adult, the comment sounded perfectly petulant. He looked across the open street to the guarded and monitored chain link fence around the refinery.

"No idea how the guards will react, but we need to get to the control room and claim jurisdiction."