Faction Starting Fresh (The Wild Space Exiles/Open)

[Alexandra Feanor]

Ord Mantell


Alexandra shifted and looked over the preparations that had been taken, the people who had been saved and the need for a new home for a great many. So many had died, so many more that could not be saved or chose to give their lives. There would be more hiding on Kesh, hidden away like had been done before and keeping within the planet's mountains and under the surface. Alexandra could not feel kinship for those people though, not like their previous leader had and even now those with them were uncertain as to the new leadership. Solan's children would be able to lead those from Kesh, but other worlds did not find any connection to them or a sense of trust, and with their movement to this area of space, new worlds would simply look on in distrust.

They needed a new purpose. Many wanted to return home eventually, and that would become their mission to grow and become a suitable defender for their homes next time, but would it be right to just leave these planets which would shelter them for now. Worlds could leave or join if they saw fit but would that be a good thing for these worlds once they were gone. There was an obligation to defend the fringe worlds, not just those that the Exiles came from but these ones too. That would require something neutral though, something new... and for that they would need a new world.

Finding such was Alexandra's purpose now, a new world for those who had come with them, to find a world that would shelter all those exiled from the fringes by dark empires, by genocidal monsters. She was not the queen of those people, but she was the most capable in leading these people as a unified group and now she waited for those that she had called, people who had come to her ears and had been mentioned to her, as well as some old friends and allies of her own that she could call on. It was something she tapped on the table thinking over while going through nearby systems that may be able to harbor the exiled peoples, a world large enough and empty for those with them.


Noah Corek Herah Zesiro Mig Gred LeoraLiliana

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah groaned and tapped his foot impatiently as the caf machine in front of him seemed intent on dispensing its creation as slowly as possible to spite him. Of course being a smart and rational person he knew this wasn't true but it still felt like that. He grin in satisfaction as the machine finally finished the brewing process, dispensing just enough for two people. Taking two mugs he set them down next machine, took the pot and poured caf into the two mugs. He set the mugs on a nearby tray, gathering small containers of milk, sugar and cream and putting them on the tray as well.

Picking the tray up he began to walk in the halls of the building her was currently in, his destination was of course his wife Alexandra Feanor . While initially Noah had stayed out of the conflict on Kesh he had been pulled in when Solan had been killed and Alex had been declared the leader of the Kesh people. Deciding that he couldn't be hands off anymore he asked his wife what she needed him to do, quickly getting his sister to watch the twins before darting off to Ord Mantell.

Alex had given Noah the rather monumental task of reorganizing and reinvigorating the remaining Kesh military. Sighing to himself at the thought of the task he opened the door to the room Alex currently inhabited and placed the tray near her, taking one of the mugs and placing it in front of her before inhabiting a chair directly across from her. "Thought you could use some...that or some sleep."

 

[Zesiro]

There were times in her life when Zesiro didn't know up from down, left from right or anything else. This was only one of them. Not long before the Bryn moved in to conquer Kesh, her husband had her take their daughter and move. So that is exactly what they had done. As always there was a promise they would see each other again, but she didn't think he would be here today.

A summon was sent to her and now here she was on Ord Mantell to provide what support she could to her government's new home. It was far from a fledgling movement, but it was sort of a new founding. Having moved from Kesh to Ord Mantell, they gathered now.

She had married into the family and grown into her role. With the fall of Kesh and the death of her father-in-law, Alexandra had been put in charge of the exiles. Letting out a sigh, things were in such a turmoil, she didn't know up from down. Left and right wasn't the issue. Giving a mental shrug, she joined the husband and wife that were already waiting.

Nodding to each of them, she walked into the room and noticed there was only coffee for two. Deciding to not make a big deal out of it, she suddenly was sure if she should even be here.

Alexandra Feanor Noah Corek

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra nodded to those who had entered thus far, her eyes focusing on that of Noah Corek first, his appearance bringing some relief as she nodded and took the drink before focusing on the others in the room again, each talking in either softer tones or waiting for their own points to be made. It would be hard to organize this odd assortment. She would not be any leader for one group though, no the groups had their own leaders in their own forms. One example was that of Zesiro who was int he room as well. She smiled at the woman and easily noticed the wandering of eyes before offering the queen of the Keshiri people the cup Noah had brought for Alex.

She knew that Noah would understand the reason for sharing such a thing, knew that there would need to be some cooperation even in the smallest of gestures for things to move forward effectively. Zesiro was someone that Alexandra had never had the moment to really talk to and instead found herself curious about the woman who had weaved her way into Charr's family. She was a curious case and Zesiro would find inquisitive eyes looking into her and examining the woman far more closely now. But with that in mind her eyes turned back on the people assembled as a whole.

"For those here, I think it is time we get to talking... we must decide on our first order of business. Those here are from all walks, be they leaders of exiled people, old generals called in to aid their friends, soldiers and mercenaries looking for a new lives. And those of us with mixed histories, looking to make good on our duty." She paused, leaving the floor for ideas, the chief of which she knew was going to be the location of the new home for the Keshiri people who now had none.


Noah Corek Mig Gred

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig had been quiet as usual, his armor hiding his face. He had walked in a little late, but he was at least here. Thing had gotten extremely busy in his corner of the galaxy. The Bryn were still a threat, and one he'd had his eye on. Along with the failed attack on Mandalore.... This was simple to him at least. he needed something that wasn't being shot! This, no matter how stressful it could be, was a life saver. It was also amazing for him to realize e knew everyone here. Alex, Noah, and Zesiro. He nodded to each, but was soon surprised by what Alex had to say.

They needed to decide their first order of business. Mig looked between everyone, then sighed and spoke up. "Well, I guess the question is if there's anything needed now. Things that need to be done quick."

Alexandra Feanor Noah Corek Zesiro

 

[Zesiro]

The offer of the cup was appreciated, but Zesiro waved it away.

"Thank you, I can find some for myself if I really need it."

Speaking in a pleasant tone, she could see Alexandra needed it more than she did. Her time on Kesh was spent mostly with her husband and she had rarely left after she had moved there. She didn't even know Noah. The other person that joined them she did know and gave him a small smile.

Walking over to him, she knew that armor from when they worked together evacuating as many civilians as they could. He pointed out they needed to figure out what, if anything, needed to be done.

"I can say, the Bryn'Adul aren't going to be kicked off Kesh easily."

As she spoke, her tone took on a sour tone and even had some anger mixed in. Body language also said a lot and her fists were clenched at her side. It almost looked like she was ready to go on some sort of warpath and take her home back on her own if she had to.

Mig Gred Alexandra Feanor Noah Corek