Campaign The Heart Beats Again | Lothal Protectorate (plus allies)

[Old Man Leonis]

The Heart Beats Again
Lothal
Tags: Jonyna Si , Tempo , Makai Dashiell , Aloy Vizsla , Jafan Bibble , Shuklaar Kyrdol , Open

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

"Thar she stands... Lost in the rubble, but she's right there..."

Leonis sighed as he walked up to what had been the headquarters of the Lothal Protectorate in capital city, a building that over a hundred years worth of Commanders in Chief served within. It was a building he had served in over fifty years ago. Nearly five and it had been the office of his son, Solarus Fynch. His boy... now lost to the stars. Lucy would be with him there, he imagined. What a lovely place that seemed like it would be.

Alas, old and withered Leonis stood, ready to put the pieces back together. The B.L.I.S.S. St. Maldra sat above Capital City, casting it's shadow. Friends at Krinemonen III had graciously offered it's services to serve as the new headquarters of the Protectorate while they worked to get Lothal back on it's feet. A lot had occurred since that fateful day, but they were going to put this place back together. Leonis strode out to the steps of the capital building where a podium had been prepared for him. A crowd of people had gathered, free Lothal citizens now looking at an uncertain future. His people, whom had once more called upon him to represent their needs. A call that Leonis would never turn away from. He would tap on his microphone to test it before speaking.

"Afternoon, everyone," he began, his tone collected and stern. His voice was cool as ice, solid as stone. Leonis wasn't the charismatic type his son was. "Lothal is here. We've weathered that ol' storm again and come out th' other side, just as we have for hundreds of years. For all yeh inclined folks who decided to take up weapons, th' Protectorate is lookin' to see yer services recognized. Each and every ones of yeh is a true patriot. Military service to Lothal is th' highest honor, and I ain't lookin to snub yeh. Now, lookin' at th' future, we got some growin' pains to figure out. Our dear capital stands, well, in tatters. Th' damage was severe, and I ain't lookin' to pretend nothin' is wrong. We're gonna need to tear away that scar tissue and build 'er back up from the foundation. That's gonna take time. So we're gonna get to work. Doonium'll start flowin, doors will start to open. Commander Solarus Fynch left behind some good will that our friends are lookin' to repay. Th' ol' dogs at Krinemonen Hydraworks have lent out their St. Maldra installation indefinitely. I also hear some Jedi from th' Core are looking to offer their services. To them and many others, I am in yer debt. And for those who fought... spilled blood for our soil... especially th' Mandalorian Warriors of Strill Securities, yeh have the highest respect of all: Brothers and Sisters in arms. I will see that yeh all are recognized in time. It was an honor to fly with ya."

He paused, clearing his throat. They weren't what it used to be, his old lungs. It was going to take him a while to get used to giving public addresses again.

"It begins today," the old man finally stated. "As we speak, we're rollin' out heavy machinery to start tearin' away th' scrap. We got people on th' ground lookin' to recover valuables, family heirlooms, sentimentals from homes that lie under th' rubble. Th' bodies of our loved-ones to rebury. If yeh find yerself able, we'll take any willin' hands t' help. Knowin' my home... y'all are an eager bunch. I ain't got nothin' else to say. Let's get t' work."

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Objective 1: Homecoming​

The stage is set for the reconstruction of Lothal to begin. The instalation St. Maldra is positioned above Capital City, it's forges primed to begin pumping out new materials in order to begin the process. Volunteers take to the streets, looking to recover valuable salvage and loved ones from the rubble. Refugee camps litter the Lothal countryside, especially around the outskirts of Capital City itself. Commander in Chief Leonis Fynch is amongst those rebuilding, open to offers of friendship from neighbors looking to pitch in...

Objective 2: That Remote Place​

Jedi Knight Jalen Kai'el has returned to his birthplace. With him he brings those who follow the way of the Force. A Jedi Temple lies in this place, withered by hundreds of years of neglect and the pillaging of Imperial interlopers. Now he seeks to put it back together, to rejoin his home and become one with his past and future. The Temple is in dire need of cleaning, the planting of new vegetation in its abandoned gardens, and refurbished for habitation to resume. This objective is open to those looking to pitch in and help the establishment of a new Jedi Satellite Temple...

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Lothal
Tags: Open

Delta-7​

Jalen stepped off of his transport shuttle from the Core and made his way up to stand before the Jedi Temple on Lothal. It was an ancient place, constructed in the abandoned hive of a long deceased Killik colony. It had an unknown history of use by Jedi that no doubt went back thousands of years, a history now lost to time. Jasper had spent a lot of time here... He could feel the essence of his brother lingering in this place, only making the pit in his chest feel just a little deeper.

He was home again. Jalen was growing to accept his place on Lothal once more, having struggled to do so ever since his remote farming village was burned to ash when he was a boy. The event that had lead him to come to the Jedi Order as the blind, quiet little thing his friends had first met. Now he stood amidst the wafting grasses, the swirling breeze, letting the nostalgia surround him. Volunteers from the Order were bustling around him, auras distinct and clear to him in the Force. There was much work to be done, but Jalen was going to see this temple restored.

And when Jasper finally was brought home, they could share this place. He could finally feel the peace of being at home. His true home.

For now, however, he simply had to muster up the courage to walk inside...

 

[Jonyna Si]

A Promise Fulfilled​

TAG: Open

The Tingle Arm Coalition had fallen, and it was like watching a nightmare play out in real time. Watching a rebellion fail, it was hard for Jonyna to fathom.

But seeing the Empire fall that had taken it, that was a surreal experience.

And yet, after it was all over, after both the rebellion and empire were left to the pages of history...

Jonyna had a promise to fulfill. One she had made to the Tingle Arm back when they had just started.

Rebuild.

The Dawnbreaker sat high in the sky, just out of orbit. Jonyna couldn't risk sending the entire fleet this far out, only a few ships. The Dawnbreaker was a gesture to Jalen Kai'el , a mark of his brother still there, even if only in spirit. Alongside it, a single Bacta Class Frigate, the new Superfreighter Home Away From Home, and Two Astrocats waiting as escorts.

It wasn't the full might of the GA, but it was an olive branch, packed with enough material to start Lothal off on the right foot.

Jonyna herself, hadn't ever been to the planet. Back in the day, that was Phoenix Cell's turf, and she rarely had a reason to go visit them. Rebel cells back in the day rarely did. As the Maclunkee Class came down, Jonyna was the first to help set it up. Setting up a place for people to eat was the first step, as the heavy machinery came down behind it. Jonyna had promised to allow Lothal to rebuild.

She intended to keep that promise, with the might of the Alliance's resources at their back. She'd have the capital back how it was before the war in a week, if she could.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

H O M E C O M I N G
Old Man Leonis | Open​

✱click✱click✱clack✱

Each step carried with it the sound of metal against duracrete and whirring servos as Aloy walked along the crowd's edge. Though the woman did not look her age, that prosthetic leg, and equally artificial arms, told the story of a grizzled veteran that seemed right at home in these war torn streets despite the sky-blue beskar about her body.

Still she was a stranger to most, it was only her second time setting metal feet upon this particular soil. She remembered well dealing discounted arms to the protectorate long ago, her own daughter had fought imperial remnants here while she handled business, and navigated around the corrupt senator of Denon. Looking back she should have fought beside her kin that day, maybe things would have been different.

But this was her chance to make up for lost time, maybe give her girl, and her girl's girl, a home to come back to.

She stopped for awhile and listened, standing in parade rest while a few of her marines stood guard. Despite the red kimono she wore, decorated in bent and blasted sith coins stitched into the accents, and the rough mismatched armor her soldiers wore, they all carried themselves with a practiced discipline unbecoming of their reputation of "piracy" as their ignorant cousins once called it.

Nor did they interrupt, instead following their matriarch's lead in waiting until Leonis' speech had concluded.

She tilted her head at it's end.

It was a good speech, the Mandalorian thought, simple and direct.

The master of the Black Fleet gave him a few moments before approaching.

"Commander Leonis, if I'm not mistaken?" she asked, voice worn and low beneath that helm.

"My boys and I were hoping to have a word, if you've time."

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Objective 2: That Remote Place
Location: Lothal
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Robes w/ Jumpsuit & Belt
Tag: Jalen Kai'el Jonyna Si

The Rancor entered the atmosphere of Lothal after it had left the hanger bays of the Dawnbreaker having hitched a ride to the Outer Rim. While it was never a rare sight to see Kellen this far out of Alliance space, he had never once visited Lothal itself. Though he was eager to help aid in the rebuilding of the planet following the collapse of yet another Empire.

The added bonus of assisting fellow Jedi in establishing a new Jedi Temple was something he could not pass up. So he requested permission from Councilor Si to come along with her relief squadron to be an extra pair of hands and serve as an advisor in whatever capacity needed of him.

Kellen had never worked with the Cathar Jedi Master before but did look forward to this being a first go of it. And while he had knew of Jasper, he knew little of his brother who they were coming to assist in the far flung reaches of the galaxy.

The gunship plunged through the sky as it closed in on its target of where the new temple would be made to life among ruins. As his ship touched down, Kellen exited via the rear ramp as his blue eyes gazed around to get his bearings. A smile appeared on his face as the excitement of a new world to explore started to overtake him.

Onto the business at hand then.​

 

[Reina Daival]

Wrong character, oops

 

[Jafan Bibble]

Location: Lothal
Tags: Open

"Huh. Guess the old Geezer has a point."

Jafan sighed to himself, taking a sight of the people who had came out for the speech. He wasn't even from Lothal himself, he had just been on his wander through the Galaxy and just so happened to arrive at the right time, in the right place. Rebuilding wasn't exactly his forte, evident by the marks and cuts along his knuckles. But hey, some good ol' grunt work would be good for him. Let him work and focus on something else instead of the sorry state of the Galaxy. Instead he could focus on the sorry state of the people here

He had heard about the battles Lothal had been through, though none of them had mattered to him. He wasn't a soldier, nor some kind of fighter for hire. All the big picture stuff didn't matter to him. Why would he care about the Galaxy as a whole, when he should be focusing more on his small space. Maybe he could actually get a place to stay for a little while if he helped out with the rebuilding efforts.

It was time to get to work. There were vast amounts of rubble that needed moving, and whilst other people were waiting on the machinery to move the stuff more safely, Jafan didn't know the first thing about workplace safety as he went to work to start moving what rubble he could by hand. He'd never admit it, but this was the type of work he enjoyed. He wasn't breaking anyone or causing pain. Nope, he was just helping out the less fortunate. It was...nice.​

 

[Old Man Leonis]

Lothal
Tags: Aloy Vizsla

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

"Commander Leonis, if I'm not mistaken?" she asked, voice worn and low beneath that helm.

"My boys and I were hoping to have a word, if you've time."

"Ah, Miss Aloy Vizsla, I presume?" Leonis noted as he assessed the woman and her followers. "I've had the pleasure of personally firin' yer arms. Our boys made good use of 'em till th' bitter end. I'd say that's worth my time."

It was a deal that his son had made. Solarus Fynch had gone in search of suppliers, hoping to get the means of ramping up military activity. The arms that Aloy had provided more or less had become the backbone of their Riflemen. For that reason alone, Leonis was more than willing to give up a moment of his day. After all, this could be a matter of great importance.

He could use some good fortune about now.

Leonis would pause to take note of Jonyna Si arriving in the distance. Good... They were going to need all the hands they could get. It was nice to see that favor finally coming due.

"Speak yer mind, and don't be shy about it," he urged. "Lothalites are rather fond of Mandalorians after th' service done by y'all and Breshig. Assume yer already favored and push yer advantage. My ears 're open."

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

H O M E C O M I N G
Old Man Leonis | Open​

Favored.

Aloy of House Vizsla wasn't used to being "favored" by many outside the fleet, not even by her own kin, save perhaps by House Kryze. Nor was she used to seeing the people who's arms she'd leant in their defense.

"Let's hope that never changes," she said, scratching the underside of her chin with a mechanical digit.

"I'll be honest with you, I don't know much 'bout Lothal's troubles, just that it's changed hands a few times on account of your Doonium."

"Sorry to hear about your boy." The mando'ad dipped her chin for a moment.

"I uh... I know what it's like."

She needn't explain further, subtly shaking her head in the briefest tear into the warrior's composure.

"It's made me realize my family needs a place to settle down, Lothal seems nice a place as any, worn or not. So I've come to offer The Black Fleet's services again. Directly, this time."

"I'm not saying give us the run of the place," she rose her mechanical hands defensively, knowing some clans were prone to protection rackets.

"But maybe enough land for the clan to settle and somewhere to park Archangel station. We'll support your militia, keep your skies clean, if you'll have us."

The Vizsla paused, sliding her thumbs into her gun belt, and giving the crowd around them a cursory glance over her armored shoulder. Chit was bad, she could see it, and see how this looked. During her crusading days, these people would have made a prime target, easily negotiated with from a position of strength and made to serve her cause whether they knew it or not.

But now?

"Listen, I know how this looks. People are desperate, we're offering protection. But truth be told, we're desperate too."

The fang-flanked visor slowly tilted back towards Leonis.

"Mandalore's no place to raise a granddaughter, hasn't been for a looong time."

 

[BB-610]

THAT REMOTE PLACE​

| LOCATION: Lothal |
| TAG: Jalen Kai'el | Open! ♥


Lowering himself from the astromech slot of his very own Delta-7, BB-610's chassis left the cold interior of his starfighter and met the soft grass beneath him. Nature truly never ceased to amaze — such raw beauty, unspoiled by mankind, left to its own devices in an ocean of green. How endlessly fascinating, he thought. This sector of Lothal was gorgeous.

More data for his archives, as per usual, but the droid was more than happy to help renovate the long forgotten temple. BB-610 had developed something of a reputation for being a neat freak, as the organics humorously put it, in no small thanks to his days of starship maintenance.

Servos whirring, he rolled through tufts of waving weeds, photoreceptors admiring the greenery. Jalen Kai'el wasn't too far ahead — the first familiar face he'd identified. The briefing was plain and simple: this planet was important to him, and so BB-610 wanted to assist in any way he could. Stood before the temple's entrance, Jalen was alone no longer.

A chipper little tweet to announce the astromech's presence. Jalen may be blind, but BB-610 felt it necessary to perform as best a bow as his chassis allowed. Master Kai'el, the droid greeted, his binary jovial.

It was only fair; Jalen had recently been knighted. He wanted to be as respectful as possible given the momentous occasion. BB-610 chirped, adopting a slightly less formal tone — the man was still his friend first and foremost, after all — as he asked Jalen how he's been doing since the ceremony, with another clicking of droidspeak to exclaim how exciting it must be to finally be a Jedi Knight.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Lothal
Tags: BB-610

Delta-7​

Master Kai'el, the droid greeted, his binary jovial.

Jalen tilted his head as he heard the little droid approach, a gentle smile coming to his face. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, reaching down and giving the astromech a pat on the head.

"Just Jalen is fine, Bee," he noted. "I've... been okay. Being a Knight is... a complicated matter. I've actually been putting it off for a while. I didnt feel I was quite ready for it. But... situations have changed. I can't really be hesitant anymore."

The young man shifted his head back in the direction of the Temple. He didnt see, but it was an indication of where his attention was being directed.

"I was born here, you know," he stated. "Well... not born in the typical way, mind you. I was grown in a test tube from the DNA of a man I never met. Jasper said that lab was a terribly sad place, so I never mustered up a reason to want to visit it." Jalen let out a sigh. "When I left Lothal... it was because I had to. My home was reduced to ash by raiders. Not uncommon in the Outer Rim. I suppose there was a period of time in my life where I simply didn't feel comfortable returning..."

Jalen paused, letting out a somber laugh.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to drop all of that on you. I... figured you just deserved the context for the quiet boy you met when you came to Coruscant..."

 

[Old Man Leonis]

Lothal
Tags: Aloy Vizsla

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

"Sorry to hear about your boy." The mando'ad dipped her chin for a moment.

"I uh... I know what it's like."

"Don't be sorry," Leonis sighed. "He lived a full, dignified life before he fought and died for his people. For a soldier, that's th' ultimate road we're all prepared to walk. It's a road he walks with his ma now. In time, I'll join 'em to. Just not yet. Seems I've still got work to do."

Leonis listened to what the woman had to say. Looking for a place to settle down, especially in a galaxy that seemed to be thrown into chaos. He understood her reasoning for wanting to leave Mandalore behind. Her kind were fickle, and the Neo Crusaders weren't the same breed that helped them fight the Empire of the Lost. They needed a new home away from the warmongers. To that end, Leonis knew the struggle all too well.

He had only just regained his home. The pain of losing it was severe.

"I imagine we're kindred spirits, in a sense," the old Commander noted. "We got mouths t' feed, futures t' foster... all while the galaxy is lookin' to tear us a new one. In many ways Lothal is fortunate. We're still standin' even after those Imperials decided they wanted our planet. I think in that regard we've got debts to repay."

After all, it was through the sacrifice of many that had let them be free in this moment. He smiled faintly, though it was very much hidden by his bushy beard.

"Bring yer station, lass," he told her. "Th' Lothal Protectorate has a philosophy: Fight for Lothal and she's yer home, no matter where yer from. She has a spirit we're all tied to, where we return to when we fall. Desperation breeds resilience. I'm lookin' to build somethin' new outa this mess. If yeh want a place in it, make it so."

He wouldn't say no to such a proposition. All he needed was followthrough.

 

[BB-610]

THAT REMOTE PLACE​

| LOCATION: Lothal |
| TAG: Jalen Kai'el | Open! ♥


That little pat earned a giggle, mechanical and yet still so ripe with all the giddiness you'd find in a pup. With a nod, the droid bweeped in affirmation. Just Jalen it is, then.

His attention shifted, turned to face the temple. A silence fell upon him at the mention of Jasper, letting Jalen's words carry the atmosphere of their conversation. The grass danced amidst a gentle breeze, blue skies bright and far too perfect for such melancholy. BB-610 listened, his sympathies rising. How horribly upsetting, and yet it was a feeling so unfortunately familiar to him.

BB-610 peered up following his friend's apology, to which the astromech shook his head with a flurry of reassurances. The droid has learned to find comfort in opening himself up to others — gone are the days of a skittish machine untrusting of humans. His chassis is harmlessly bumped against the Jedi's leg, flat of his head pressed alongside it for an affectionate nuzzling with all the heartfelt coos and whistles that came with it.

His binary was tender yet firm, eager to convince as he blipped and clicked, telling Jalen that he always likes to listen. Pulling away, he pondered on how to otherwise respond . . .

A following chitter, admitting that the droid can't even remember when or where exactly he was created on account of all the memory wipes. His words, while sad, are spoken with mild indifference, as though largely unconcerned of his past. He had long come to terms with his lifetime of abuse, after all — those wounds had left scars, but they had healed tremendously following his meeting with Valery Noble .

The astromech whirred, speaking of how he thought it okay to have those thoughts and feelings. BB-610 wasn't human, of course, but he has grown tremendously in spite of however limited his understanding may be. Wobbling from side to side, his binary grew higher, happier; an attempt to lift spirits, chirping to Jalen about how it was never too late to replace those bad memories with good ones.

 

[Delphi Larkspur]

Lothal
Tags: Jonyna Si , Jafan Bibble

"Okey-dokey. Please inform miss Jonyna Si that we'll be sending freshly fabricated resources from the St. Maldra to assist her efforts. That should be roughly thirteen shuttles of clothing supplies to be allocated for refugees."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you!"

Delphi had her head down, flipping through her datapad. There were lots of resources to move around, and Director Akar Rhonvogg was counting on her to get it done. PI, by order of Krinemonen Hydraworks, their parent company, was here helping repay a debt to the late Solarus Fynch. Lothal was a beautiful place, not like the Void Terminal. It was bright, pleasantly temperatured and had a slight breeze. Remote maybe, but it seemed like a paradise.

One that seemed to be going through a rough patch unfortunately.

Which was why they were there. The young woman had a lot to go through, which is why she had her nose in her datapad. She had to make sure that coordination between the St. Maldra's fabricators and the ground was seamless. So the mud-walker wobbled her way through the streets of Lothal's Capital City, sending out directives from her pad to make sure everything was going smoothly...

He'd never admit it, but this was the type of work he enjoyed. He wasn't breaking anyone or causing pain. Nope, he was just helping out the less fortunate. It was...nice.

In her state of distraction, Delphi wound up walking right into the cloaked individual wall he stood in contemplative thought. Her weak legs, however, made it more like being bumped by a piece of paper, and she wobbled backwards like she had walked into a concrete wall. The young woman quickly scrambled to ensure she didn't drop her datapad.

"Oh dear, a thousand apologies mister!" she exclaimed as she secured her pad. "I'm terribly clumsy, I'm afraid. I really should have been keeping my eyes on the sidewalk."

Her datapad was secure, and Delphi reached up and ensured that her barrette was still snug on her head. A relieved sigh escaped her lips. Director Rhonvogg would surely have been disappointed if she had been so clumsy as to break another datapad. Thankfully this one was still in one piece.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Lothal
Tags: BB-610

Delta-7​

"I know it's okay," Jalen assured. "I've been learning as much, I think. Knowing everyone I have, you included, has really helped me work through everything. I... came here a few years ago and made peace with it all. What happened, I mean. There were some things I needed to let go of I was bottling up. I feel a lot more connected to this place than I used to. Especially now."

Jalen offered Bee a smile.

"Here, let me show you the Temple," he decided. "Granted, it's a little old and withered, but this place has stood the test of time for a reason. It's well constructed and strong in the Force. I think you'll find it interesting, even if you can't feel what I feel."

Jalen would lead BB-610 through the entrance into a smaller circular chamber, which branched off into a series of hallways. The architecture was angular, with high ceilings and carvings that decorated the walls with ancient text and motifs of various creatures. Jedi volunteers worked diligently to clean out the hallways while a team of engineers worked to introduce light sources in a non-destructive manner. Jalen was doing his best to ensure that the original structure was maintained in it's entirety while modernizing for use. He couldn't see what Bee saw, of course, but he felt it. The very walls spoke to him.

"The Temple tells me a lot that it can't tell you," he explained. "These places have an energy that can't be seen... it has to be felt. It tells you a rich history.... Grandmasters, wistful padawans with hope for the future, the fears of people doubting their abilities... This was a place where Trials of Spirit were once held. It's the ultimate trial for a padawan learner, one where they must face their own fears and accept them. Very powerful Jedi were here a long time ago... I can still feel their lingering presence..."

What a feeling that was. Those Jedi of the past must have been something else...

 

[Valery Noble]

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

The wind rolled low across the Lothal plains — soft, wild, and full of memory. It carried the scent of earth disturbed, of freshly moved stone, of distant smoke still curling from machines that labored to bring the capital back to life. But out here, near the old Jedi Temple, there was quiet. A stillness untouched by cranes and politics, by rallying cries and construction.

Valery stood on the ridge just below the Temple ruins, her hands tucked behind her back, eyes lifted toward the structure that had once been a place of light.

Time had not been kind to it.

The Temple's spires had long since fallen, overgrown with vines and ivy, its walls cracked and blackened by years of war and neglect. And yet, to her, it was still sacred. Still powerful. But even confronted with the Temple, her mind drifted elsewhere. To someone else.

"Solarus," she murmured aloud, the name catching slightly in her throat.

He had once stood against the Empire that caused all of this. Tall, proud, laughing even as storm clouds gathered over Lothal. A man who carried the weight of a people, but never let it break him. A fighter. A protector. A leader who refused to bow when the Empire of the Lost marched across the soil of his home.

And now… he was gone.

Fallen in the shadow of a war that had devoured too many good lives.

Valery exhaled slowly and stepped closer to the Temple's steps, her mind on Fynch but she wouldn't let it consume her entirely. He fought for a cause, and the best way to respect it, was to help.

Open​

 

[Jafan Bibble]

Location: Lothal
Tags: Delphi Larkspur

Perhaps it was lucky that his hands were filled with lifting up a piece of rubble. For if it hadn't there was no doubt in Jafan's mind that he would have swung for whoever had bumped into him. It was a habit of his. He had thought any physical force was always some form of attack against him. Of course, it had just been a tap. If it had been more of an impact, Jafan didn't think he'd have been able to calm himself down as he dropped the rubble he held to the side, sighing to himself.​

"Oh dear, a thousand apologies mister!" she exclaimed as she secured her pad. "I'm terribly clumsy, I'm afraid. I really should have been keeping my eyes on the sidewalk."

"Lass. You need t' be careful. Not everyun' in the Galaxy will be as forgivin'...Oi. Do you got flippers for legs?"

All of his frustrations was almost immediately wiped away in confusion as he looked down at where he assumed a pair of legs would be, and instead saw well...a bunch of flippers. How did she even walk like that? That was...interesting to say the least if he was being honest. He cupped his chin in thought as his eyebrow perked up. How would you even fight like that? Your balance would be all over the place...Jafan shook his head, deciding that wasn't important. He was also ignorant to how rude it could be to just go "Oh, you got flippers for legs?"

​

 

[Shan]

He was late. Shan had been stocking up as much local supplies they needed in his landspeeder, things like food and drink would be probably dealt with the other Jedi, but Shan had more of a creative idea for how to build the Temple. Having brought chunks of rubble from the City to then cut into shape or use for anything else they might need for the Temple. In Shan's eyes, it was a way to incorporate the people of the planet more in the Temple. In a way, it would be a living memorial almost for the events of what had happened on Lothal.

It would be a bit of a drive to the Temple and it gave Shan plenty of time to think to himself as he kept his eyes focused on the ground ahead of him. It was strange to be on Lothal. It was a planet that was important to people who were important to him. It shamed Shan that it had taken so long for him to finally see the planet and the people. It should have been during better times, happier times but life was full of should'ves, would'ves and could'ves. He had to take it all on the chin and just keep moving. Shan had to remind himself that he wasn't the one hurting right now. The people of the planet were, and as a Jedi and Doctor, it was his job to help deal with the hurt.

And so he drove in silence, the only company he had being himself. It was a peaceful moment, minus the roar of the landspeeder though eventually Shan arrived at the temple where he'd park the Landspeeder and hop out, getting ready to incorporate some of the rubble into the reconstruction of the Temple. For now, he was going to use his Lightsaber to carve away at the rubble to make planters for the Garden.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto had attended the speech made by Old Man Leonis , the last time the Lilaste order was here on lothal they were hired by the empire of the lost to appose the Tingle arm coalition. And it was during that battle that Shem Spinner had approached him and asked for his people to lay down Thier weapons. Being out numbered by local fighters and those from strill securities laphisto had opted to accept the terms. On the condition that his people were allowed to leave without retaliation. The Lilaste order was then contracted by the Tingle arm coalition some time later though they never got to serve side by side as by the time the paperwork was finished and Lilaste order legions were ready to be shipped out the coalition fell

With a flash over his eyes laphisto peered into Leonis and at Aloy Vizsla through the force he raised a brow recognizing her if not vaguely. The last time they had spoken was during a raid against a final dawn ship. Back then Laphisto still had his beskar'gam before it was heavily damaged when the Edaar blew up with him in it. Low he wore a new set of armor one designed to match the attire of his soldier to showcase a since of unity between him and the lower enlisted. In the center was his family crest, the left shoulder bearing the Lilaste orders emblem and the right brandishing the mark of clan ordo.

The last he spoke with alloy he was but an honorary mandalorian, a Mando'ade in spirit but now he was a full fledged member he had gone on his great hunt as instructed by Ordo and earned his position within the clan. That was until the neos started up and he was subsequently exiled due to Thier anti force user stance. The memory caused him to frown slightly as he approached the pair and once he seemed to have Thier attention he dipped into a small bow fist smacking against the beskar infused metal of his chest plate tipping his head to Leonis and then aloy " commander, vod. I don't mean to intrude but I represent the Lilaste order and in turn the Diarchy. I have been authorized to provide lothal with military equipment and enough ships to start a small system defense fleet. Within this offer are three Air'mar Assault carriers. Each of which contains a war forge, a fully automatic factory that can make anything from weapons to make shift shelters to civilian infrastructure to war machines."

Lothal was his prison at one point, it was on this planet that he was locked away for thousands of years, forgotten about to time. And yet he held no I'll will towards the people of this planet not even the planet itself. If anything he felt a small connection to the planet where he had spent so many years buried under its surface in some cave

 

[Delphi Larkspur]

Lothal
Tags: Jafan Bibble

"Lass. You need t' be careful. Not everyun' in the Galaxy will be as forgivin'...Oi. Do you got flippers for legs?"

"Hey," Delphi frowned, her cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. "No need to gawk. Its not like there aren't stranger aliens out there."

Delphi was typically very pleasant and friendly, but any mention of how strange she was changed that on a dime. She didn't like being gawked at, especially when they lived in a galaxy full of sentient rocks, squid people, and space whales. Perhaps it was all the awkward attention that made her so bristled.

"For the record, I can take care of myself," she scoffed, turning up her nose and looking away as she crossed her arms. "You don't need to get weird and grumbly at an accident anyways. It's not like I didn't apologize."

Why did some people have to be so rude? It was surely a phenomena she'd have to do further study into.

The young woman sighed, muttering to herself as she reached up to straighten her barrette. She had been in a rather up-beat mood, and now all of that had been dashed. Like a rogue wave knocking over a sandcastle. It was going to take a good deal of distraction to get herself back in the right mindset to continue the mission and ensure everything went smoothly...