Dominion Stellar Swell | GA Dominion of Manaan

[Mahsa]

"Whoaaa, it’s so… blue!" She had seen larger bodies of water after joining the Jedi, but never a world fully covered in it. She’d been glued to a window once the planet had come into view and, once shuffled into a transport, her fascination had continued as Mahsa beelined for the nearest window.

Perhaps that’s why she had missed the familiar faces within, and it’s only when her name is called out by Makko Vyres that the padawan finally remembers there are others here too. "Y-Yes…?" She answered hesitantly, unsure of what the conversation was about or if she’d been asked anything in particular, a sheepish smile on her lips as hues of citrine and gold shift through her hair.

It’s enough to tear the Kazelrrian away from the window at last as her steps carry her closer to the Knight and Zaiya Ceti , making sure to stand in a spot where she can still gleam a good view from the window that Makko doesn’t particularly seem interested in. A small nod is given to Lily Decoria who’s already engaged in conversation with them, before her gaze strays to the rest of the interior and faces inside.

Vera Noble ‘s laughter is like a beacon she can’t mistake, a bright grin rounding the top of her cheeks, but she barely gets a wave in their direction before a sudden wave of emotions splash against her consciousness—her focus quickly brought to Zaiya as she spots the verdant hues ripple across her skin. They’ve been more common as of late, though the Kazelrrian has yet to figure out what exactly seems to trigger them, and her attention turns to the conversation currently happening instead.

"I w-wonder what their combat style is like…"

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

As the Jedi Master spoke, Lysander’s gaze swept from one group to another, absorbing every bit of information and their roles in the recent battles. The names used to label them may not have fully registered, but the weight of their duties felt like it was something he could possibly understand. He shifted back in his seat, an observer, trying to understand the many complexities of war.

The urge to jot down some thoughts on his datapad tugged at him, but he decided to savor the present moment a little longer. Moments such as these were far and few between.

When the giant laughed and dismissed the notion of no longer being able to take on a battalion by himself, the padawan’s face became much more expressive. His eyes narrowed slightly, while his lips pressed together as he looked back up at the giant. A smile threatened to poke through it all. He wasn’t convinced. Maybe he was just being modest about it, as the boy was certain the man was still very capable of such.

Not only did Lysander’s respect for the Jedi deepen, but it did for the others as well.

His mind was already twisting and turning with countless inquiries as he tried to decide where to begin. He was very interested in delving into more about these "Devil Dogs", to learn of their very methods for holding the line in Echnos. Strategy and warfare were both intriguing subjects to him.

“What traits do you think are most important for someone in the Galactic Alliance to possess?” His voice was filled with curiosity as he scanned over the wounded once more, before eventually turning back to the Knight. “Or how could a padawan support and learn from these brave soldiers in our own training?” There was a brief pause. “And could you tell me what it was like during those moments in battle?”

While he could have asked many more questions, he decided to stop there.

Lysander was eager to hear stories of bravery. His constant chatter amongst fellow padawans and others was usually enough to make anyone's head spin. But today, taking a step back and simply listening felt like a nice change of pace.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Ahto City, Manaan
Alliance Delegaiton
- Lady Sylvia Organa - Damian Du Couteau - Kha'la Daaray - Odett Hallisk - Open -
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"I do hope we can do some good here, Alicio. These people deserve more than to suffer in the aftermath of conflict."

There was a quiet hum of affirmation from the Chancellor. "We will. No need for hope." Though, he silently relented that whether there was a need for it or not, hope would follow the Organas wherever they went.

The very word was in their blood.

Alicio wasn't far behind Sylvia as they disembarked, his blue and black cape fluttering gently to the side in the subtle ocean breeze. His hair was darker than hers, his eyes a raincloud grey as opposed to shocking blue, but the relation was unmistakable. Behind him, a squad of Alliance guards exited, not letting their leader stray far from their protection.

Alicio had been pushing himself to the brink ever since his ascent to Chancellorship, but learning that at least one other Organa still lived had been a significant weight removed from his shoulders. He and his family had borne the weight of their future for so long... it was a relief that there was another to shoulder it.

Again, there was a deep contrast as Alicio stepped up to join the fast-growing assortment of politicians. Sylvia countenance was warm and open, but there was a subtle cool to the Chancellor's slight smile, a calm, ever-present sadness that never quite left him. He addressed the senator from Hapan first, giving her a half-bow, and a respectful nod. "Queen Mother Kha'la Daaray. It's been a while. Thank you for finding the time to come to Manaan." They'd met outside the Senate Halls only once, to his memory, a long time ago. Back when she had just taken the throne, and he was still dating his soon-to-be life partner. He'd had to fight off nerves to speak with the Queen back then.

They had both come a long way.

But to the other senator in the group, he stuck out a hand to shake. He knew the Tetan perhaps a little better. "Damian. I'm happy to see you, too. I hear you've been busy, as of late." Then, he studied the man more closely. He could see the bags under the senator's eyes, but didn't comment on them. He shared similar dark patches under his own, after all. There was much to do, and only one him to do it. He was sure Damian felt something similar.

He stepped back a moment, letting Sylvia finish her introductions These were good people for her to know. But just as soon, he spoke again, his hands disappearing behind his back, within the shiny folds of his cape.

"I'd like to remind us of our purpose, before we begin. The Alliance is here to prop the people of Manaan back on their feet. Good will towards us is fine, and if we can convince them to petition to join, their medical resources would help us greatly... but our help here isn't a bargaining chip, nor will we extort them. First and foremost, our goal is to facilitate their planet's reconstruction. We're here to help a friend."

"If we focus on that, I'm sure everything will fall into place." His half-smirk returned, an odd mix of melancholic and kind. "Questions?"

 

[Torn Eskol]

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SIA SPECDIV
AGENT ESKOL
RABBIT

The Selkath talked.

And talked.

Pointed fingers.

Gave access codes.

All it took was a few drinks of water, and some food, and two broken fingers.

And a missing ear. Or whatever counted as ears. The dangly things.
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Unfortunately for the Selkath, Rabbit was a liar, a thief, and most importantly, an assassin. So, there was a hole cut in the lower level of the warehouse, leading to the undergrowth, and an access panel-

Where the Selkath's body, weighed down with weights, was thrown into the ocean. Rabbit had no patience for anyone that was impeding his mission, and the Selkath had been good on a few things, but, he still sold to the enemy and had contracts to them. So, in order to disrupt the enemy supply and logistical chains, and cause a hiccup in any storage they might've had- not to mention to send a message.

Sure, nobody would really know what happened to him. He was just missing.

But he wasn't missing after the NeoCrusader raid. He was missing when the Alliance came. And it was an open secret that he did dealings with people that weren't the nicest. So the message really wasn't in dropping his head off in town square. Which, Rabbit had considered.

But the act of making someone disappear was just as eerie. Maybe he was imprisoned. Maybe he defected. Maybe he ran away. Or, maybe, Rabbit had committed his body to the heartless sea, to be eaten by sharks, little bugs, and never to be seen again. He hummed as he exited the warehouse, and marked a SIA contractor to come and clean up. Really, they were the good ones. Hiding an act was just as crucial as doing it. Especially in his line of work. Rabbit had a new task though-

There were still some Imperial and criminal favored people on the planet. Mercenaries, pilots, and Kolto, more importantly. He had a lot of ideas, but one more came to mind. Sewing discord was just as good as putting a knife to the neck, or in the case of the Selkath, a boot on the back of his head and a wire around his neck until he finally stopped screaming.

The wages of sin, was Death.

An old adage Rabbit remembered from his youth, about not playing with your life. Bad deeds beget other bad deeds. Rabbit was a bad man, and the Selkath, and some of his compatriots, were about to learn what it was like to be on the receiving end of a bad man. He made his way out of the warehouse, and started for his new destination: a private hangar in the spaceport.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Manaan | OBJECTIVE: Telling the truth | POST #: 1
TAG (ALLIES) : Anyone who wants to interact
TAG (FOES) : @

Objective III - Bacta Blues - GADF / SIA

What’s with all of the questions?

Calm down, he’s just a kid.

Yeah, give him a break…

I can’t speak for these men and women…

Naw, you can speak for us…

Caltin smiled. Okay then, I won’t.

It’s a difficult question, kid. Your first one. What traits do you have to be a Jedi?

I see what she is getting at here. Everyone has their own reasons for joining the military, I assume that is what you meant when you asked about the Galactic Alliance, correct? He met the eyes of the young one. To ask someone “why”, in this regard, though your intentions are good, is difficult.

You might want to look inward before you ask that of anyone, it’s not a bad question mind you.

As for training, Padawan, the easiest way to support and learn from these men and women is to treat them as men and women. There was a time that a “Grand Army…(of the Republic) was made of Clones and many of them were treated simply as “expendable”, it was a difficult period to endure. They may have been clones of one individual, but each had their own personalities and identities, worthy of respect. Learn from them by simply being around them, earn their trust, earn their respect.

His words seemed to resonate among those “commissioned” and “enlisted”.

As for your last question... He shook his head, clearly not happy with the thought, but not angry. Enjoy your time as a Padawan, learn the best parts of the Jedi. You will have plenty of time to experience the horrors and the bad parts of it soon enough. Too many Padawans are thrown into open war without the proper tools. They either end up shellshocked, or craving more. A tragedy either way.

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[Azurine Varek]

Don't Let Me Drown

Outfit: Clothing | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber | Hook Swords

Azurine was mortified by the entire situation, keeping her eyes completely locked onto the ground. It took the entirety of her energy just to keep herself from appearing more terrified than she already looked, which was a lot given the wildfire of fear that blazed through her amethyst colored eyes. Even if she wanted to pay attention to any of the conversations playing out around her, it was harder than she expected.

Clenching her eyes shut for a moment, she at least managed to force the grip of her robotic arm to loosen up and move away, knowing how much damage it could do since she had no synthetic nerve feeling in it. She couldn't bring herself to remove her other hand, though. It remained tightly gipped to Aris.

I hate this so much ... I probably look like such a child ...

When Aris leaned over a bit to try to assure her of how good of a swimmer he was, it didn't necessarily calm all of her nerves, but it stopped the shaking if only a small bit.

"No, really? I thought I'd just stick myself to whoever and hope for the best," Azzie replied sarcastically. Even though she was attempting to make a joke, it probably came across more harsh than she had intended, immediately feeling guilty. "I-I'm sorry ... that came out as way less funny than it had been in my head," she explained quickly to clear up any miscommunication.

"You've got the best backup in the galaxy. And who knows? By the time we leave, you might even start to like this place — at least a little."

Vera's words almost did make her laugh. That statement alone was the most insane thing she'd heard in a while. "Don't push your luck there, Seer. Me and oceans do not get along. End of story," the tease was less fearful this time, her nerves slowly coming down.

Only when the statement about using Aris as a shield did she finally let out a laugh. "He's tall enough to work as a life raft, at least," she joked back, even if she still kept her eyes away from any potential view ports.

Vera Noble | Aris Noble​

 

[Makko Vyres]

Objective 2

The Jedi ship slowed to a stop beyond the jetty. It was too large to dock. The floating town ahead of them extended deep below the surface.

Several boats pushed off from the jetty and headed out to meet them.

"Wait… was that you!?" Zaiya gasped, stepping closer to Makko and bringing her free hand to her mouth as she pieced it together.

Makko didn't even attempt to stifle a laugh. He had truly enjoyed that reveal.

Zaiya's breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, her colors dimming to pale hues edged with silvery bioluminescence and a dark watercolor of emerald green as she gripped her datapad tighter, immediately snapping her mental shields into place.

As an empathic Jedi, it was impossible to ignore the shift. Her emotions were tied to the colours that flashed across her skin. Or perhaps there was no link, but she simply shifted when she felt strong feelings.

It wasn't his business and there were too many people around for a private conversation.

"I suppose the grown ups should go and meet the delegate," Makko said.

He looked around.

"Oh, I guess that is me."

He headed for a hatch. A droid was stood by the door and unlocked it for them. The fresh ocean air immediately rushed through the ship. A ramp extended down over the open ocean for the little boats to attach to. It did have a single railing to hold.

"We'll go down single file," Makko said.

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Location: Maanan
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Cross guard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed).
Tag: Zaiya Ceti

The bright colours blended and coalescent in Zaiya was definitely a brilliant display, Lily had no understanding of their meaning or their link to the other Padawan's surface emotions. Lily had never interacted with Zaiya's kind beside the Padawan herself and only in brief sightings around the temple up until now. However, what Lily could see easily was the shifting in stance and the staring towards a certain Epicanthix and Iridonian.

So when the question about matching or outpacing them with the Order of Sasha combat style, Lily felt a grin creep up on her lips. She knew all about young teenage crushes and struggles, Lily had been in many triangles and the sorts without always realising it. Here she decided to be delicate but give her honest assessment.

"I am doubting that the Order of Sasha could match Iridonian or Epicanthix combat, the Selkath aren't warrior people by nature. Even Mandalorian combat training would be difficult to match them." Lily stated, "but, Echani is another fighting culture. Different, and emotional in meaning but once mastered, you have the ability to accurately predict and guide your opponent's movements."

She shrugged, "I've not mastered it that far but I know everything I can about my people's way of fighting. We are seen in more graceful ways of combat. Dancing, agile but cunning and a lot more capable to take down an Epicanthix or Iridonian than others." Lily playfully nudged Zaiya.

"If you want to learn that way of fighting, I can show you some things and send some holovids and training tips. I can also offer my training regime if you want to dedicate yourself to combat as much as I have." Lily smiled warmly, her way of training was intense and very physical, not how a lot of other Padawans trained or how most Jedi grew.

"Well, best we head off," Lily gestured for Zaiya to go first.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

Objective II
-Transcription Duty-
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As Nulgath pores over the Sasha scrolls, tracing each line of Ur-Kittat, he feels a subtle, tantalizing pulse embedded within the symbols—an ancient rhythm, a heartbeat of the Dark Side itself. Each phrase, each delicate, looping character seems to hum with latent power, an energy so close he can almost taste it. Once, these dark whispers would have coursed through him effortlessly, deepening his understanding and magnifying his strength. Now, they remain infuriatingly out of reach.

His time on Tython lingers like a scar. Severed from the Dark Side during his captivity, Nulgath had felt his connection dissolve, as if a part of his very being had been torn away. The Jedi had accomplished what he'd once thought impossible: the quieting of his inner darkness. Even now, far from Tython, its absence haunts him—a gaping chasm where his power once surged.

The texts almost mock him with their dormant potential. He can sense the Dark Side embedded within the ink and parchment, as if the ancient Sith authors had infused each word with slivers of their own twisted essence. It calls to him like an echo across a vast, empty distance, teasing him with memories of raw power and the seductive weight of true knowledge. But no matter how he reaches for it, he feels nothing, only a hollow ache in his chest. Look, but not touch. Line over line he worked decoding and translating the texts and correcting errors from previous translations. Before long he was working in a machine like rhythm.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Makko Vyres Lily Decoria Mahsa

From the corner of her eye, Zaiya caught sight of Mahsa , and her expression softened, losing a bit of its ambitious edge.

"Hi, Mahsa," she murmured, before catching the sound of Makko Vyres 's laugh. He was clearly having a laugh at her expense, and she narrowed her opal blue eyes with an iridescent shimmer at the Knight with a playful twist of her lips before turning to Lily.

The mention of Echani fighting culture intrigued her. She'd heard about it before; both Braze and Anaxi had dropped hints in passing -- but between her Jedi studies with Iris Arani , training missions, and her university courses, Zaiya hadn't had much time to dive into it. Now, though, the idea sparked a new fire within her, glowing like an emerald flame.

"I'd like that, Lily," Zaiya replied eagerly. "If you could teach me about Echani styles." Who needed free time, anyway?

No, I have to be the best Knight. For reasons.

"We can talk about scheduling and stuff later," she added, noticing Makko motioning for them to start down the ramp. A gust of warm, salty air hit her as she stepped out, the breeze tugging a few strands of her colorful hair away from her face.

Oh... wow.

The view stopped her in her tracks. The planet stretched before them, seemingly nothing but endless, sparkling water, with small boats bobbing in the open water.

Walking close behind Makko, Zaiya did her best not to look back at Aris Noble , Vera Noble , or Azurine Varek … even though she really, really wanted to.

"So, are we going underwater, then?" she asked aloud, glancing around. She already learned how to swim during her time visiting Aris on Niv Hani and others. "Or to a facility?" The possibilities made her heart beat a little faster with excitement.

 

[Mahsa]

Her smile widened when Zaiya greeted her, her attention now back on the rest of her peers instead of the pretty sight from the window. She listened attentively as Lily spoke, nodding softly in agreement as she was reminded of the sparring lessons held with her own master—she’d always end up sore and exhausted, but their style was a moving masterpiece she hoped to learn one day.

"C-Could I uuhm..." She was hesitant at first as she interrupted their conversation, keenly aware that she was butting into it without an invitation, but she hadn’t wanted to miss the chance. "Could I get a copy of those holovids t-too…?"

The ship began slowing down until it finally came to a stop, too large in size to properly dock. Curious eyes moved through those present before they landed back on the Jedi Knight that accompanied them today, waiting to see what the next steps would be.

"I suppose the grown ups should go and meet the delegate," There was a pause as he spoke, her gaze watching as Makko looked about before reality finally dawned on him perhaps? "Oh, I guess that is me."

A faint chuckle escaped her, light and airy, before the saltine breeze flooded into the chamber as the droid opened the door. She stood beside Zaiya as a breathtaking view was revealed, the vibrancy of the citrine and apricot hues dancing in her hair intensifying as Mahsa took in the sight.

It’s so beautiful. A quieter thought soon joined the first, and the Kazelrrian couldn’t help but wish Ayhan had been here too to see it.

"So, are we going underwater, then?" The question brought Mahsa back to the present, brows furrowed just a bit as she tried to remember if they’d been given this info before.

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Ahto City Luxury Resort
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor Sword, Dathomir Energy Bow
Tag: Jalen Kai'el | Caelan Valoren
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"Caelan, fetch some bandages for me please." Dreidi called out to the Padawan as she used her Magick to sew the cuts on a soldier slowly back together. Dreidi was not an expert in healing, but she had some spells that she could cast to help those who were waiting for their chance to receive some bacta.

She breathed in deeply, sitting back after the spell finished stitching the deep cut, making sure that the worse was past this soldier. She tapped at the arm of her chair, thinking about the situation that the Galactic Alliance was in, war was coming to them whether they wanted it or not. Dark forces were gathering in many areas of the galaxy and it was daunting to think about. Dreidi was not a mentor to two young Padawans and she worried about them having to step into war. Unprepared for the consequences that one will face when in heavy combat, especially if it lasted for years.

How did she prepare someone for that?

Sighing deeply and Dreidi took a sip of her caf as she recovered some of the energy she was expending with her magick. It was hard work using spells that were not naturally attuned to her, she was not born to be a healer, but at least she could do this without the risk of sacrifice her lifeforce in doing the healing.

Looking around, she was curious to see who else was about and helping people out with the healing as she waited for her energy to recover enough to start casting her magick once again.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Dreidi Xeraic | Jalen Kai'el

"Yes, Master," Caelan said.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen battle wounds. By this point he had been to Tython and Onderon and suffered several defeats. Both of his arms had been severely injured, one nearly cut off and the other broken. He'd seen people disembowled, cut the limbs off of others, seen people die in horrific and gruesome ways. As for how he would handle it, well, the first time had pretty well broken him. The second time he'd been far more prepared for it, and the side effects of his failure only served to fuel him to become better.

He found the bandages and brought them over to Dreidi as instructed. Healing was something beyond his means, but he could, at least, get what she needed for her, and provide a helping hand for others that needed brought in to be treated. After handing over the bandages, he quickly ran over to help a struggling medical worker who was attempting to help an injured soldier to a cot.

"Shouldn't you Jedi be out there fighting?" the soldier asked, though accepted Caelan's help.

"Not all Jedi are suited to combat. Some are better at healing and helping others."

It was sort of a non-committal answer. He had been at Tython. Most of these soldiers that were still coming in were from there. He'd suffered at the hands of the Sith there, but he'd been healed and come out of it in fine physical shape. These guys weren't as lucky. The amount of injured was incredibly large, between the two recent battles. They needed somewhere to keep them and Manaan was that somewhere. Strange as it was, even now, he was helping out those who'd been injured when he was.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Manaan
Tags: Dreidi Xeraic , Caelan Valoren

Delta-7​

"Shouldn't you Jedi be out there fighting?" the soldier asked, though accepted Caelan's help.

"Not all Jedi are suited to combat. Some are better at healing and helping others."

"That's dancing around the question a little," Jalen noted as he stepped up beside the younger padawan. "If we all were out there fighting there would be a significant decrease of healing capability where it's a necessity. Less healers means more folks like you at the next funeral procession in a casket."

His tone was cold, but not intentionally. Jalen was used to the question, and people typically moved on from it when he brought up the raw facts. The truth of the matter was that Jedi were far more effective healers than they would ever be as combatants on the whole. That was what saved the most lives. The blind healer paused for a moment, assessing the soldier for a moment before turning to the medical worker. Not that anyone would be able to tell. It looked like all he had done was zone out for a bit.

"His walking is being disrupted by a piece of debris no larger than a centimeter. It's sharp, lodged into the joint above the lateral meniscus," he stated. "If it isn't removed and cleaned the wound will be infected. We're lucky it isn't already."

Jalen paused for a moment before tilting his head in the direction of the younger padawan. His master was right there... but Jalen was in a flow state right now. Ranks flew out the window when he needed work to get done. He hadn't spent his six years of training to be a healer by being passive...

"How steady is your hand?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tag: Caltin Vanagor
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Lysander felt a mixture of feelings as their voices mingled– empathy for the pain, guilt for feeling that he was now disturbing everyone, but also determination as he tried to understand this situation better. His true intention was to offer comfort, rather than bring additional stress.

As the Jedi Master echoed his first question, it forced the Padawan to contemplate the very reason of wanting to become a Jedi. Even after he continued to listen intently, absorbing the man’s words of wisdom, while also searching for an answer. Though he had always believed in his qualities, he now found himself grappling for the right words in the giant's presence.

After a brief moment he found his voice. “Both paths require sacrifice, courage, and a commitment to a cause greater than oneself. Compassion, and the duty to serve others.” He decided to stop there, but felt like he could have further elaborated.

He also noticed the subtle changes in the big guy when finally answering the last question. It was as if he had heard this answer before, yet its meaning continued to escape him. The more he trained, the more he envisioned himself being able to protect and defend someday. A part of him longed to test his mettle against a true adversary, to experience battle. While remaining grounded, he couldn’t deny that his confidence grew with each strike that landed during sparring with his training sword, leaving him occasionally curious about what actual combat was like.

Even now a storm of questions was swirling in the back of his mind, waiting to scratch the surface. “I just wanted them to feel seen and heard,” he said with a steady voice, nodding his head. “To let them know they are not alone in this fight. I just thought maybe if I could listen, and just be there, maybe they’d feel even stronger.”

Unsure of what else to say and wanting to avoid any awkwardness, he gave a slight nod and a faint smile. "I'm Lysander, a Padawan. I would be happy to assist in any way I can."

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Ahto City Luxury Resort
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor Sword, Dathomir Energy Bow
Tag: Caelan Valoren | Jalen Kai'el​

Dreidi knew she needed to have a conversation with Caelan about the fact he had gone without her to battle, the dangers he faced and the horrors he saw. It was the dark, grim part of the warrior path that the Jedi faced since they were confronting an enemy that refused to talk and find a balance. She needed to do a debrief with Caelan and make sure he was able to recover from the encounters he had faced, especially since they had been encounters that the Galactic Alliance did not succeed on.

Hearing the conversation that Caelan was having with the interjection from another Padawan, Dreidi looked over to the pair and coughed, to announce her presence so she didn't surprise Jalen. "While we wish to be here and help save as many people as we can, if we were instructed that the situation on the frontlines was so dire that we were all needed, we would all be there." Dreidi stated, highlighting the fact that they would not ignore where they were needed most. "For now, being on the frontlines, fighting, it isn't where we are most needed. Being here and ensuring every soldier here gets the most medical care, that is a priority that should not be neglected."

"Good job on locating the shrapnel," Dreidi mentioned to Jalen, she recognised that he was seeing with the Force, it was a similar look and act that her mother had. "How are your skills with extracting objects?" Dreidi asked, curious to see how much skill that Jalen had with medical treatment, Dreidi knew she could use the Force to extract it without causing too much discomfort but she also knew that the Padawans needed to be able to do as much as they could.

Looking to Caelan, "once Jalen extracts the shrapnel, could you use the bacta to clean and help the wound?"

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Dreidi Xeraic | Jalen Kai'el

There was a smart retort on his lips, ready to fly back at the other padawan, but Dreidi cut it off, answering the question in her own fashion. Truth be told, what he'd said was right. Not all Jedi were suited to combat. Some didn't carry a lightsaber and never learned anything at all about combat because they were only skilled as healers or seers. This was not the case with Caelan, as he was battle oriented even though he had never intended to be in a battle before. Not intended, but had become embroiled in them all the same.

Dreidi came over and asked the other padawan about removing the shrapnel. It seemed the other padawan was a healer of sorts? Or perhaps he just had more experience. But given that he was blind, probably he was seeing with the Force which meant he was better suited for healing than caelan would have been. He wasn't even sure he could learn how to heal much more than minor cuts and bruises himself.

She asked him about bacta and he nodded. "Yes, I can do that."

While she and Jalen worked, he went to get a bacta patch ready. No sense in waiting.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Manaan
Tags: Dreidi Xeraic , Caelan Valoren

Delta-7​

"I know you're there," Jalen noted as Dreidi coughed to make her presence known.

He could feel her presence in the Force. Jalen was blind, but he knew where everything was around him. People forgot that sometimes, or maybe were simply unaware of such a thing in the first place. He didn't mind too much, but it was better to state that he would not be easily taken off-guard. Just to avoid confusion.

"Good job on locating the shrapnel," Dreidi mentioned to Jalen, she recognised that he was seeing with the Force, it was a similar look and act that her mother had. "How are your skills with extracting objects?"

"Good, I would hope," Jalen sighed. It would be embarrassing if he had gotten this far without knowing how to extract shrapnel. "It's going to take time to extract. The debris is hooked on bone. Ripping it out forcefully would only cause more damage. Once the shrapnel is removed the wound needs to be cleaned. Bacta works well enough, but it will heal microdebris directly into your body. That could cause infection later down the line."

Jalen spoke quickly and coherently. His training combined with his experience as a certified field medic gave him more than enough knowledge to speak with confidence. In every regard, Jalen spoke as though he were a knight. He probably should have been too, if not for his own reluctance to lose the braid.

He just wasn't ready yet.

"I would appreciate a second pair of hands to keep the wound open," the young man stated. "It would decrease the risk of splaying any more tissues unnecessarily. The less to clean the better."

 

[Odett Hallisk]

/:/ Tag: Chancellor Alicio Organa ; Lady Sylvia Organa ; Queen Kha'la Daaray ; Damian Du Couteau
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The Ahto High Court Building was sparcely populated at the moment, presenting an opportune moment to devise a strategy aimed at convincing the Selkath populace to align with the Galactic Alliance. This approach would naturally prioritize the interests of the Banking Clan, focusing more on financial gains for the organization over mere political power. ​

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Given the high costs associated with construction materials, the Selkath Government expenditures would be detrimental to a nation already engaged in conflicts on several fronts. There may exist a method to reorganize the financial contributions to the Alliance upon any potential offer of membership, a strategy that the Muun Banker intended to employ during the meeting. ​

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Such an approach would involve upholding a polite and courteous demeanor when speaking with the five chief justices, five associate justices and two alternate justices but also projecting a strong stance against the Alliance's diplomatic efforts. ​

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"I can tell you from local reporting, Mr. Hallisk that the High Court is going to be cautious when dealing with outsiders given the burtal attack by the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders. There will be lots of questions why the Alliance offered barely any form of combat aid given they are supposed to support a free galaxy." Director Shellos explained as they sat on a nearby bench. Many on Manaan would be warry of the Alliance since they allowed the Neo-Crusaders to strike at them in such a brutual fashion. ​

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"Organa will no doubt paint the situation within the Alliance as one of hardship and tough choices given the amount of refugees pouring in. A message of hope, and a better tomorrow will be at the center of the Alliance's Diplomatic Stance. And that's where the Banking Clan will come in with the harsh realities." Odett responded in a slightly dismissive tone, understanding that Organa was a master in terms of political acumen and knew how to make a point without overstepping boundries. ​

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"Hope will resonate with many of the judges, but not all of them. Some may be conservative and would be willing to align even with the Neo-Crusaders since they respect strength above all else." Shellos responded with a weary expression. ​

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"Financial Strength is often just as important as physical prowess. But there is no mistaking that the High Court is an entity with unpredictability on their side even for the toughest of political speakers like Chancellor Organa. " Odett gave a soft smile in response. ​

 

[Torn Eskol]

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SIA SPECDIV
AGENT ESKOL
RABBIT


So, a little murder, a little cab ride, a little bribery, and he was at the private hangar.

Spaceports were busy, and it was easy to blend in. Even easier to get into, provided you were good at talking, or just slipping past. But in reality, he was just slipping a knife into one of the guard's ribcage. A few times, and enough to hit his lungs. Couldn't scream that way. He set him, bleeding and gasping for air, behind a couple of boxes.

Silent scream, silent death.

Rabbit put his fingers to his lips, standing over the man. A grim reaper that he never saw coming, never thought of even considering when he took the job. But he was protecting something that Rabbit wanted, and for that, he had to die. Simple as that.

It was already packed and loaded, in standard kolto containers. Easy enough. He could've disabled a lot of the stabilizing equipment- things that made sure the kolto didn't spoil on the way over. But, he had a better idea-

And a syringe in his pocket- inserted into one of the recycling tubes, that carried kolto from one end of the container to the next. Full of some kind of poison that he picked up from one of his contacts. Reportedly, caused a lot of problems across a wide variety of species, but Rabbit wanted to target humans mostly. This shipment was going to some Imperial and Sith worlds, so-

Getting a batch of bad kolto that killed a hell of a lot of Stormtroopers, Imperial citizens, and the like? Well, that was just a bonus. It was just a matter of time, but, for the time being- Rabbit had completed his mission, and, only had to kill two people.

A record low for Rabbit, in all of his operations with the SIA.

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