Faction The Shattered Deserts (SJC and allies)

[Phalsi Drynchen]

Caden Evesa Ura Iolar Jyoti Nooran Coren Starchaser Josh Dragonsflame

Phalsi had not been far off with her response to the tempering of Caden's willingness to take the fight to the Bryn. They were a strange species, something that they had little knowledge of given the amount of damage that could be seen around them. The invaders seemed to care for little more than extreme tactics and removal of the habitants of a planet with prejudice. If the reports of the battle were anything to go by anyway.

"Lost some-Is the damage irreparable?" She directed the question to Ura before lazily watching the others go to work on searching.

She scanned around, the debris of the hyperspace collision mingling with whatever remained on the battlefield that was Ura's home. It was difficult for her to imagine any number of things surviving such an event. The chances for a successful maneuver like that one to work were what she had seen astronomical after crunching the numbers. Which also came at a high cost to both parties involved. Likely something she wouldn't see in her lifetime, or at least hoped she wouldn't.

Taking steps towards the field, she allowed the air around her to whip up into a flurry once more, throwing loose debris up into the air and away from the path of her search area as she went. Limbs, bodies, tangled metal, and weapons littered the path she carefully walked. She turned her face to Coren, having spotted what she guessed was a friendly body being uncovered from the debris.

"Are we taking our own back for study also?" She didn't phrase her words with tact, instead going for the heart of her question. It was one thing to study the enemy. Another to see what damage was done to the body by these invaders weapons.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Picking up the pieces, that was not where he normally was, but combating an enemy? That was always where Coren was. He tried his best to not constantly be in that headspace, but as the leading Jedi Master currently, it was where he needed to be. Working on how to combat the enemy was definitely him. The Jedi Master was also at times, a military commander, and having enough biomatter of the enemy? Who knew, maybe they could find a weakness and exploit it. Or the Jedi and the other Consulars, of which Coren felt he was striving to be more often than not now, could find a way to spin the Force, as was already done.

Just with less collateral.

He listened to Phalsi as she was speaking to Ura, the sand Jedi… He couldn’t, for the life of him remember the species, only that Ura played an essential role in the fight here, on her home planet. Directing some of the other Jedi around, including on Sullustan who insisted they were here to watch over Coren, from SoroSuub, he nodded.

But the next question that came at him was a bit of one he didn’t suspect. Licking his lips, he considered it for a moment. “If there are some… unidentifiable remains.” He wanted to be as open to returning the bodies as possible, but if they could profit off of it? Well, they weren’t the Alliance, they were the Concord, and something would have to give. “If you can find that, then… yes.” But his voice was low, and directed to only the woman near him.

Phalsi Drynchen