The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Dar'rak"] would get the most peculiar of looks as the Zabrak regained his senses. Darkness finally left his mind, and as red eyes turned back to blue he could only laugh. The peculiar blade in hand was shut off and sheathed. A button was pressed on the mechanical wrist that hung limply at his side. "Jedi, I didn't come here to win a war. Just enjoy an honorable fight. But look at you. Who is truly the most dishonorable. He who runs to fight another day, or he who hides behind his armies and friends because of a wound?" As Ferox finished speaking the air around the pair hummed to life with an engine. The stealth field of the Phasma faded just long enough for the red man to leap up and get into the ship.

As he did, he called out to the Jedi Dragon.

"As cliche as this is, we will meet again. Except next time you won't have all sorts of Jedi, Droids, and the like at the ready should you find yourself hurt. Rest up well, I look forward to it."

With that, the ship faded from view again and the Sith was simply gone.

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] @hk-36

All that began she had not seen the force field, the gift from the woman that Mythos wanted to marry, had wanted more than...well she wouldn't entertain that now she couldn't not now even if it hurt her heart so much. She had nothing to give him and he had wanted power, and now what as left...Adas HER son. Ren smiled her son, Adas who delighted in the small things as a child. He loved watching the swamps at night, learning to feel the changes of Dagobah, to push trees out of the way, to balance rocks everything a small boy loved growing up.

Oh the furry creatures that everyone wanted to breed, increase, and adorn themselves with for protection from someone who wields the force, how..cute. Ren's head hurt and for a moment the lizard like creature dulled everything and she felt nothing, a void, a silent reminder of what it was like to be without the force. She smiled the voices and emotions of those around her were silent. She looked around nothing, not even a single whisper. Bliss, this was bliss. Bliss was also what she had with her son, the way his fingers had curled around hers, the first time he smiled, the first step, the first words, and how everything had been a wonder to him. He wanted to know everything, she taught him what she could and loved him unconditionally.

However the effect did not last long enough it was gone and once again the force returned, the immediate impact of everyone around them trounced on Ren leaving her confused for moments while she tried to sort through and block. She knew that Erebos had done his best to protect Adas to give him every opportunity to live. Adas was much like his father and only some of her. She had pictured them on digs across the galaxy but that was a dream no, something the Blade had given. But the future was in flux and things do change.

There was much coming this way, she turned putting her hands on Adas' shoulders she pulled him back and stepped in front of him. She saw a chlld, her child, her instincts said to protect her son there was the attack from the Jedi Master Ren took the charge intended for Adas, she felt the shock her mouth opened and if sound came out she did not hear it just as the she fell to her knees she saw the boulders?, block statuary coming in, tumbling on course for where Adas had stood it would hit her instead unless she could push it away....but the shock was putting her to sleep.

"Adas" she finally uttered as she fell and the pieces of marble sailed her way.

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]


//message to Draco

You're incredible. I don't know even now what to say. My treasure is so much nicer, than my booty. I'm too tired right now. So my last words right now............socks.

Faith//


Ana was the first to tell her, "There are ships here" Faith was moving through the crowds she could see new rebreathers, thank the goddess. She laughed as much as she could, one of the women pointed Faith in the direction of the GA representative.

She saw an older man, yes that had to be him, he walked with purpose and he had a few rebreathers in his hand. She made her way towards him, "I"m so glad to see you, I'm Faith Organa" She was out of breath, "Can we move the women and children first?"

It was then that Captain Lindsey and the missing guards returned, he nodded to Rhen Qel-Droma, "Mam, we confirmed there are at least three more stations off of this main thoroughfare where there are people. We can begin the house to house search and check conditions."

Faith nodded, "Take the rebreathers, and begin doing so we can coordinate with you and who needs to be moved and who doesn't. making a list of who to check on for the next..few days."

She looked back to the GA POC. She was really glad to see more help arrive, "We've our work cut out for us."

 

[Dar'rak]

Location: Outside the Palace.
Allies: His fellow Jedi in and near the Palace.
Enemies: Time

Spoiler: Gear

Spoiler: Basic Lightsaber

Converts from a twin set of hilts into a single double-blade saber-staff. Emerald Green Blade.

Spoiler: Armor

Basic Jedi Robes colored Green with armor mesh underneath.
Natural Reptilian scales

Objective: Recover and provide aid at the remainder of the Palace.

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Dar'rak was in no position to argue. Whatever power had come over him had sapped most of his strength and he had little choice but to allow the Sith his escape. Deactivating his own Lightsaber the green blade flickered and hummed a second longer before vanishing inside the hilt. Dar'rak could not explain what had just happened. Something washed over the pair during the battle and he could feel certain darker emotions building to the surface. From both inside himself and that of his opponent. Yet seemingly just as quickly they evaporated leaving little trace as the Red skinned Sith seemed to laugh off their duel like it was a simple training session at the academy. Dar'rak was far from hiding and half-expected the Sith to make some final verbal ploy as he made his escape. Dar'rak knew the truth. Yes his hand did hurt, and it would have hindered him and his particular combat style to be without its use, but he was definitely no coward. [member='Darth Ferox'] was one of the few Sith the Young Jedi had the opportunity to battle.

Dar'rak's mind drifted back to the very first time he'd had an encounter with a Sith. It was just after he had constructed the very same Lightsabers he was using in his duel today. His Master [member='Kiskla Grayson'] and he were asked to partake in the Invasion of Ossus to liberate it from the Sith. It was on that very planet where the young Padawan got his first taste of the Dark Side in the form of a powerful Sith Lord ( [member='Ashmedai'] ). At the time his skills were great but he knew then that he was no match for someone so powerful. This time he however was ready and showed that to both himself and that of his opponent. yes the Sith gave one final quip before his hasty retreat and Dar'rak agreed. This was not to be the last time the pair met on the battlefield. The Jedi and Sith were in a constant battle for supremacy and control over the galaxy. Sooner or later that conflict would bring them together again. This time however he would not underestimate his opponent like he had this day.

Dar'rak looked to the ground to locate his other blade only to find it some yards off. With his unbroken hand he summoned the hilt to him and secured it to his belt with it's counterpart. he then took a moment to examine his hand. Yep broken all the way down to the wrist. Whatever his opponent's limb was made of it had quite the grip to get past the Jedi's defenses both natural and force enhanced. It didn't matter now. His job here was not finished as he turned to the Palace. In his battle he'd not noticed that the place had started to rumble at it's foundation. With a broken hand and burns to his tail Dar'rak was unaware of the effectiveness he could be but with the Force as his ally he was not going to leave his fellow Jedi to themselves. Taking one last look in the direction of the ship that carried Darth Ferox to safety he moved to enter what remained of the palace....

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Elsewhere... far away...

Dark currents tore through his dreams, clouding the phantom images that wound their way through his mind. Images of monsters in space and graveyard fleets. Of volcanic apocalypses and a planet of death. Madness raced through the entirety of the Force- sending horrific visions into the minds of many Jedi, and Sith, throughout the whole of the galaxy. None would go without seeing what happened here.

The Dark Side seethed as the destruction ripped larger and larger holes in the fabric of the universe while the Light struggled to contain it. But that was only half the battle. For the Light was a force of harmony and growth and life. That was something often forgotten in this age of titanic wars and cyclical governments. Jedi had become soldiers and warriors out of necessity. They were good at it, and even in this case, had been successful, but that was not where their strength lay. The strength of a Jedi lay in stillness and harmony with the world around them, the universe, and the Force itself. For in the stillness of a Jedi strongly anchored in the Force, none might move them, for it was to try and move the very universe itself.

Tiland shot upright, gasping and sweat-soaked from his bedroll on Tython. The community was coming along fairly well and they were beginning to make process. It was beginning to bloom again and look the way it was meant to. It was dark now, and stars wheeled slowly overhead as he sat there watching. It was quiet, with nothing but a breeze rustling the branches above his head and the small hum of a few small generators.

He sat upright fully, wrapping himself tighter in his robes as the cold leached through his body. The structures needed to be finished soon, but this... was more important. In the wake of devastation at this scale, they would need a healer. Somebody to assist in restoring harmony to the devastated world. Tiland stood and hobbled over to his equipment, pulling out a datapad.

It booted up and then went through a painful amount of software updates before he could access the messages.

Atrisia. That's where he was needed. He hefted his staff, slung his satchel over his shoulder, and headed for the ships parked nearby. He had work to do.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Atrisia
Broken Palace
Invested: [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Nearby: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Draco Vereen"] @Taryc Ap'Irea and almost everyone else

"I can do that," she replied, backing a couple extra centimeters in the opposite direction. Far be it for her to do *anything* that would make this harder than it had to be.

She could feel the movement, not physically, but through the Force, as they toiled above. The sensation of the renewed aggressions crawled across her skin- the violence moving as barely contained electricity. Bethany grimaced, looking up at the stones above her head. She couldn't do anything to help the pair get to her. But one of them was flesh and blood, literally ignoring the risk to himself as he worked to save someone he didn't even know.

While the rest of the courtyard devolved in to chaos, Bethany Kismet found a moment of comfort in the actions of Nick and Veino. This was why she had become a Jedi. This was what the Jedi ought to be.

The Jedi Master reached out with the Force. When she had first arrived on Atrisia, while the landscape was barren, burned and war swept, she had still felt something beneath the earth. The roots of trees threaded beneath it, living, breathing- waiting- for when the assault on the planet would stop and they could again bring green to the surface.

​Please.

The cobbles of the courtyard trembled, ever so slightly. A bare trace of green hazed on the ground, between the reformed battle and the place where Veino and Nick worked. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, it multiplied and stretched. Slender trees burst from the earth, weaving to form a barrier between them and the violence. It would not stop a deliberate shot; growing a full blockade would take time. But it would offer some cover from errant blaster bolts and slow down anyone who came upon the two rescuers looking for a fight.

 

[Shaddi]

To say Erebos was surprised with everything that unfolded before him would be quite the understatement. For a second or two he was blind, physically he was blind but if the force was stripped from him, he was truly and utterly blind. When everything was said and done, and when his sight returned he saw [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] going towards [member="Adas James Malgus"] and saw [member="Serena Bouie"], the loving mother take the hit. "Force karking damn it." He said as he focused the force into him and with a burst of speed he made it to Jacen, gripping the collar at his back and throwing him back before he moved in above Serena and utilized the force to push the marble rocks away from her and himself. With an angry look towards Adas, Erebos reached out to grip the child's clothes and pulled him in. "I headbutted your father and I won't headbutt a child but look at your mother!" He said as he held Serena in his arms for Adas to see.

Handing Serena over to Adas with a very angry and stern look. "Get out of here Adas and if you are even capable of learning from this, know this I will not tolerate anything like this if you seek refuge on Shawken. You need to learn to become a man Adas, Something I'm sorry to say I believe is beyond your mothers capabilities or even your own fathers." He said as he turned his back towards Adas and took out his Telsword, the electrical arch's running along the blade as he turned it on, his posture one of defense of others. "If any of you wish to hurt this child you have to go through me." He said in such a hard and threatening tone that he was sure his mask was back on. "Get out of here Adas, survive this and I just might be there to teach you how to grow the kark up!" He shouted over his shoulder and then took a stance much unlike any lightsaber stance that the traditional seven lightsaber forms, it was a style of his own making, mixing in two different lightsaber styles with two martial arts styles thrown into the mix as well.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Faith Organa"]

There and then the two would finally meet for the first time.

The old Corellian gave the royal a nod. Despite the metallic rebreather and the heavy cloak he wore, that scarred visage held a measure of compassion and concern that would speak volumes of the stubborn coot.

"M'lady Organa." his voice had a metallic tang to it due to the rebreather, but it was clear none the less. "I wish we may have met under kinder circumstances, but I am glad to see you are well." as much as one could be.

"These are just the forward elements," he told her, informing of what would come. "But me and mine are at your service for whatever you may need. We have established a triage center on Inysh for any evacuations."

He held an aura of no nonsense about him, but it was comforting. He would do whatever Faith would require.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Palace
[member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Adas James Malgus"]

Jamie flinched at the snap of Aela's command, rushing forward a step behind her master whom had already drawn both sabers in the blink of an eye. The droids had a single mission, eliminate those before them. A few steps into her stride and the younger girl slipped her thumb over the activator switch to her own hilt, from which came a vibrant yellow blade, as brilliant as the Naboo sunrise. Even with modest training thus far the droids, along with Aela's help, would prove little trouble to the two. Practice in the field had become sort of the norm when it came to Jamie's training, making it a more than a simple task to block incoming blaster fire from a handful of programmed droid brains. The more difficult part was redirecting those blasts accurately enough back to actually hit her target and assailant. While she was able to successfully accomplish a redirect two or three times, it was more effective still to get up close with Aela and simply tear their metallic limbs from durasteel frames with the intense power of her lightsaber.

Little more than a minute or two later and the vast majority would be dispatched, pieces of scrap scattered all across the area, a handful of weapons mixed in. And while she wasn't quite certain where they had come from, or how they had managed to catch the group initially off guard she was now prepared in the event of any further surprises. Her weapon, though directed towards the ground, remained active, her eyes shifting from left to right, across the palace grounds and back to her peers and to Aela for instruction.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"I'm fine," the young Mandalorian said with a dismissive wave, using the other hand to help keep her balance as she started moving towards the door. "This happens... occasionally. I'm used to it. Besides, that wasn't a stim earlier. It was a painkiller. Peregin or something generically similar. Homestead doc prescribed it for that sort of stuff."

She paused a moment at one of the lockers, taking a second to open the door and reach inside. After a moment or two of fishing, she pulled out a small container labeled in Basic and Mando'a with her name along the side. Tucking the container into an available pocket, she pulled out another item, this time a small leather pouch which she hooked to her belt securely. Glancing up, she made a shooing motion with her free hand at the scavenger standing in the doorway.

"I need to grab a bottle of water from the cabin and to check and make sure no one's lit my commlink on fire," she said, speaking figuratively for the most part. Pausing for only a moment, she jabbed a finger into the man's chest. "And you still haven't said your name."

[member="Jasper Varanin"]

[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

Her finger prodded his chest. His hands flinched in the direction of swatting hers away, but he didn't do it. "Hey, not because it's any secret," he said with a bit of a huff, a hint of amused derision. "I'm not looking to pull any particular mammal fur over your eyes. It just never came up."

Now, and only now, did he step out of the way so she could get through the door. Once he'd waited long enough for dignity's sake. "I'm Jasper Varanin. Respectable businessman, starship aftermarket specialist -- I could get you a business card. Better believe it'll be my shop's decal on your windshield after we finish smartening up this boat."

His decal, and not that of Meego's Starship Emporium.

 

[Tayise Betna]

"It's not my windshield," she responded as she shifted past him, using the bulkhead for support. "Haran, it's not even my ship. It belongs to my buir."

She stopped for a second, remembering that her... host? Savior? Mechanic? Whichever fit, he didn't speak her language. If she didn't want to spend half her time talking to explain what each word or phrase was, she'd probably be better off speaking plainly.

"Er... My father. This ship belongs to my father," she stated plainly, attempting to smooth out any accent in her voice. She prided herself on speaking clearly and succinctly, but when you lived on a homestead on Mandalore and visits to the city were maybe once or twice a month, you tended to pick up the local dialect. Plus, when your father tended to speak with a slight accent and your mother spoke with a different slight accent and the clan as a whole spoke a whole different accent... you tended to mix them up on occasion. As it was, when she was angry she became her father's daughter; dropping into the slight lilt just as he did when angry or tired.

The hallway seemed to be fine, though tools seemed to litter the area. Not that this was abnormal, just more tools were scattered around than usual. Some days, she wished she'd at least gotten some of her parents' technical knack. A quick glance at the cabin showed no blinking message indicating a waiting comm message, so she shifted herself down the short corridor in the opposite direction. Sliding open a panel, she pulled a commlink from the small compartment and poked at the controls a moment to sync the device with the ship's comms, just in case. She hooked the comm to her belt and felt her knee threaten to buckle.

"Alright, Mr. Varanin," she said as she grabbed a handhold on the bulkhead beside her. "You said a whole lot of things that needed to be fixed and replaced and that it would take time. I just need two things from you now, and maybe a bit of help in that regard. Where can I get a room to rent with some food and drink, first off. Second off, any interesting work in the area I might pass the time with?"

[member="Jasper Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

MEEGO'S STARSHIP EMPORIUM
NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

Her father...the clan chief. Unless the clan chief was her mother. If he remembered right, Mandalorese was gender-neutral. The rank explained the ship's pricier components, not to mention Ta'yise's anxiety about getting the ship back in one piece. As she farted around with the comms and such, he popped a nearby access panel and started taking a closer look at the guts of the beast.

"There's always rooms for rent on Necropolis. People come here to die, get taken care of, get buried by the old ways, so there's...I suppose you might call them death hotels. Places that cater to folks who aim to make this their last stop. Nothing macabre about them, just hotels and motels and all that. There's one two streets over where some of my people are staying, those that don't have a ship to crash on. As for request number two-" Jasper snapped his fingers. "You know, come to think of it, I feel like you'd be great at my latest project. It's sort of a short-term thing, for reasons that should become obvious. There's been a lot of Sith nonsense, a major battle, spatial anomalies, over in the Atrisian cluster. More fights all over this region, all just in the last day or two. I needed some idea of what was going on, so I got on the HoloNet and catfished a Sith cultist. Met him, beat some truth out of him, met his master, bargained some more out of her. We parted ways, but I'm betting she'll try and recon me, then tie me up as a loose end. Before she does that, I should find her and kill her. Caught her on traffic cameras; some backtracking should put us on the scent. Interested in hunting some Sith?"

 

[Tayise Betna]

"Sith hunting sounds good," Ta'yise stated as she made her way to the ship's external hatch. A quick touch of the controls and the hatch slid open with a quiet hiss. Carefully making her way through the hatches, she noticed two things. First, her knees didn't quite feel like they were going to give out at any moment. Second, she was ravenously hungry.

"I'm sure she's not getting offworld any time soon," she commented as she gazed down at the short ramp. Her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out how precisely she was going to get down without a handhold, just in case. "But before that, I'll need to situate lodging and food. Definitely food."

She was, ultimately, a teenager. A teenager in peak physical fitness who had just overcome a medical emergency that had set her nerve endings ablaze in a figurative sense. Between not having eaten for a few hours and the amount of energy burned recently, she figured it was high time for food.

"Know anywhere that has good food?" she asked, cautiously making her way down the ramp, arms slightly outstretched for balance and to catch herself should her legs give out. "Burger joint or something?"

[member="Jasper Varanin"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Nick Sept"]
Not a Palace Anymore
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Veino looked up in surprise as the ghost started flitting around. It was rather disconcerting, even after Veino's multiple trips to the Netherworld and back, to see a ghost out, about, and talking to him. But he'd seen stranger things before. At least, he was pretty sure he had. But he was helping, which Veino appreciated, especially the more specific directions regarding the woman's location. He stopped with the telekinesis for several moments, resting to catch his breath before unclipping his lightsaber. Its blade snapped to life, casting a glow across the debris.

He stepped around, adjusting the angle and length of the blade. Finally confident in how this would work, he stabbed into the debris. Duracrete and durasteel instantly began to change colors as the plasma raised them to their melting points. They hissed and steamed, so he withdrew the saber, allowing the melted debris to fall to the ground and cool. He reached out with the Force, wrapping its embrace against the red-hot material and moving it away from the tunnel he was carving out.

Then all of a sudden, plants began to sprout behind him. He turned in surprise as they began to push their way through the cobbles. It was clearly through the Force, but it certainly wasn't him. Must have been the woman inside. She was far more powerful than he had expected, especially since she was still trapped underneath. But he'd met Jedi who couldn't use telekinesis before. Maybe that was it.

He plunged the lightsaber back into the debris, moving it ever so slowly as he carved his way through the debris to shape a tunnel. The ghost worked alongside him still, chipping away with small bursts of telekinesis. It took time, during which the fighting seemed to keep increasing, but then slowed. He had no idea what had happened in there, but that wasn't his worry at present. He had to get her out and then address whatever was going on down below. He hopped on the comms.

"Sitrep for under the palace. Do we have intel?"

A few moments later, he stepped away, the tunnel complete as its edges hissed and sizzled from the heat. They would cool briefly, but there was nothing he could do to rush that.

"You should be good to get out," he called in through the new tunnel. "Thanks for the help," he added after a moment, speaking to the ghost.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

MEEGO'S STARSHIP EMPORIUM
NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

The hangar floor on Meego's was a cacophony of power hammers, plasma cutters, tortured metal stress, and high-torque boltsetters. It smelled like every kind of fluid you could find in a starship's pipes. Half a dozen light freighters were crammed into this hangar space.

"Burgers? Nah, Necropolis doesn't do burgers as a general rule. Tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes are the usual, and corfusraff joints -- kind of a sloppy thick soup that a lot of species can eat but not enjoy. I generally go for the ribenes."

She was, admittedly, attractive, but he was becoming more and more convinced that the warrior-woman aesthetic and attitude disguised a chronological age south of twenty. Maybe quite a bit south. "Tell you what, I've got a bunch of crap to do here at the shop. You head out the hangar door, turn left, you're at a Karkin' Ribs outlet. Get a bite, get situated at a hotel, come back here and we'll go Sith-hunting. By then I should have a better idea of how long your ship'll take. Need to go over scans and such with the Parnapys. Sound like a plan?"

 

[Tayise Betna]

"Works for me," came the response as she managed to successfully navigate the ramp down to the hangar floor. She was feeling better bit by bit as she worked the muscles sore and weak from cramping. That and her stomach began to growl quietly. She wasn't hugely fond of ribs, but food was food was food.

She picked her way slowly through the hangar and stepped out into the street. Following his instructions, she found the food place and discovered the menu was both affordable and plentiful, both of which she greatly appreciated. She got a few odd looks here and there, especially when it came to ordering, but otherwise she was left alone.

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She left behind a number of platters topped with piles of clean bones and traces of the tangy sauce the meat had been drenched in along with a number of empty beer cans. They'd been hesitant to serve the beverage at first as they figured she was underage, which she technically was by some worlds' standards, but ultimately gave in to angry looks and a few choice words in Mando'a. She anyone there spoke any, but most folks knew oaths and harsh language when they heard them.

The young woman made her way back into the hangar feeling much better and while she still felt somewhat weak, food and movement had gotten her back on track. She paused periodically, asking the occasional question at shouting volumes to be heard over the noise and racket. Eventually, she found where they'd told her the scavenger, Jasper, was supposed to be.

"Jasper," she called out, rapping her knuckles on the wall next to the door of the space she'd been pointed towards. "You here? I'm back."

[member="Jasper Varanin"]

 

[Faith Organa]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

"I am so happy to see you, there are several women in this tram station with children, as well as some injured, there are other tram station we need to look at to see what their condition is and who need to go first. I'm sure you know all injured, women, and children first, Elderly and then everyone else." She was so glad to have her own rebreather now.

"They have all been breathing this air for hours, your doctors will they be able to treat them? And Water, food...and.." Faith stopped, "they need all the essentials I know its only been hours." Children without water, or anything to drink for a few hours bothered her. She hated to see a child go without.

She really was glad to have them there, Captain Lindsey nodded as he and the GA forward group began moving towards the other tram stations to evacuate the injured, women, and children.

"Can you tell me, is the battle for the planet over?" She hadn't heard much since the cease fire was called for. And she really wanted to know if Draco was done fighting.

 

[Reverance]

Leaving Atrisia - final post

He huffed beneath a self imposed cloak. A power he was not accustomed to using. Between the expenditure of energy and the composure of his aura, siphoned through a trinket he was more often to carry in other lines of work, he was feeling the diminishing return of his normal power. Long ago recoiled into his arm, the power of the hilt continued to throb within him. The ecstasy of the power was now converting into something more similar to a dull ache. The sort of pain he didn't relish, the sort he had no control over.

Pressing his hand against the invisible film of his admittedly oversized transport vehicle, he smirked at the gesture. As the vehicle door opened, he lifted procured items with a heave. Though he had been quick to make his escape, another odd turn of events, he could not turn a blind eye to the aura emanating from a certain location. As he found his way, dodging the sight of those who were set to defend the planet, he found what some might consider a cache. Through the power of his lineage, he saw what appeared to be a young boy or man. Overcome with defeat, or the fleeting notion of it, he dropped his material goods to acquiesce to his enemies.

An amulet and an axe. The only value they held, at the time, was the curiosity for which the Sith Lord felt towards the items. But he would learn soon enough, immediately feeling the presence of an old comrade from the days before the Sith Remnant. The items felt important, in so much as they should be tied to the Sith and their various orders. Stowing the items for the time being, the vehicle took off from an abandoned lot amidst the continued chaos of recovery following the invasion.

[member="Mythos"]
[member="Akhilleus"]

Spoiler

ooc: sorry for the late post on this, I meant to do this replay several days ago...but work and what not. thanks for the fun thread.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Faith Organa"]

The concern did not waver from the Correllian's features. "We will tend to the women and children first. Already we have our MedCorps service groups moving to set up a temporary triage here." It was at a clearer area a few kilometers from the city, where the ash had not fallen over and the skies were relatively clear.

As for what was going on, Rhen shook his head.

"We have sporatic word, but what I do know is that Alliance Forces are securing the sector and the airspace. I will relay it to you as soon as I can, your Majesty. Too much chaos has affected communications between the Alliance and those in the forefront." He quietly reached out to gently squeeze her shoulder in comfort.

"But you have my blade and I will do my best to ensure your safety and that of the people of Atrisia." a nod came next.

"Come.. let us get you to a medic. Tell me, what else should we do?"

 

[Faith Organa]

Relief, what the Alliance was taking control and medical services were on the ground. Was there something more they could do? Dare she be so bold?

"My father's house is over that way, over the bridge I need to go there and make sure everyone left, or is safe." She had an obligtion to the City of Shiso she had given her word to protect them. The Alliance would see things they were better equipped than she for so large amounts of refugees. She looked at @Rhen Qel-Droma , "Many of the people there have been with him for many years. I understand if you can't go, that your duty lies here..but I have go to there. I have this"

She touched the rebreather, "I'm in better shape than many others here. I can wait a bit longer." She should let Draco know she was alright but she had a feeling that he wouldn't really like knowing she was running on Shiso rather than taking the help she needed, or could use.

Faith looked for Captain Lindsey, he would accompany her at the very least the rest of her entourage, guards, and whomever would stay included Ana. She could run through the streets to get to Hyogo.

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