Faction The Sun Rises [Ascendancy]

[Ascendant Muse]

UNCHARTED PLANET - LANDING ZONE

The Galaxy was a far different place when the decision was made. In those days, the southern systems were stuck between two hellish realities. To the east, an empire threatened to consume them. All hope of liberty would vanish, replaced with conscription and being pressed into a senseless war. To the west, the Galactic Alliance was embattled on all sides. Both ideologies were spilling out across the region. And no matter which side got to the them first, the result would be the same. Their worlds, their people, their children - all would suffer in the name of senseless war. Back then, the South felt as though it was out of options. Until one man sat them down and presented an alternative. Independence. Standing together. Surviving together.

And for many years, those ideas created a unified southern systems. But, unity was excellent when it came to standing against foreign threats. Unity could prevent incursion from imperials. Unity could prevent dying in the name of foreign democracy. But it could not stop the Nether from spilling beasts onto the people. It could not stop a sordid armada from cutting a path to their capital. The ideals of the Confederacy were good at keeping the outside at bay. And therefore, the fall occurred within. It was fortunate that the last stand was successful. Naboo had seen the heart of the government slain, untold civilians lost, and the crippling of their military - but they survived. Endured long enough that the worlds could make another decision.

The threats of old were gone. The Empires. The Democracies. The threats of now were far-flung. They believed they could endure alone. Independent. And so it was that the southern systems ceased to stand united. All that remained of their ideals were the remnants of the military, pieces of the government, refugees, and the Knights Obsidian.

These remnants did not fade into the night or scatter on the winds. They continued on and found new solid ground. Their broken midst traveled due south, breaching a region of space that was consumed by hyperspace storms. Upon emerging on the other side, they found an Expanse: a sector of worlds that were uncharted. Unblemished by the wars and strife of today. Seemingly the perfect place to settle, regroup, and move forward. Scouts were sent ahead to investigate - they found a world that was harsh, but had potential. Habitable. Crops could flourish with effort.

This day, the first ships began to settle down.

It was high noon when the cargo vessels touched down. Those disembarking would be met with a wall of humidity. Sand. Stone. Wind. Each characterized the immediate landing zone - but this was something they could work with. Something they could endure. As the initial phases of setting foot on the new world began, a Scout planted a beacon into the earth. A message cycled, echoing through the defunct Confederate channels. If any were lost or listening, they would find direction. Coordinates. Followed by:

The Sun Rises.
The Spirit of the South lives on.
If you have the means to assist, come.
If you are lost, be found.​

Spoiler: Objectives

All that remains has set foot onto an uncharted world. There is no telling what sort of dangers are lurking just around the corner. Due to this, intelligence is vital to ensuring longevity. Strike out beyond the growing walls and examine what this planet has in store!​

Though a fitting world to begin anew has been found, the real work begins now. The settlement requires walls, power, and all the trappings of modernity to be viable. Moreover, there are sick, injured, and hungry to attend to. There is no shortage of work - and any two healthy hands are valuable. See what can be done to make the settlement more like home.​

Setting foot on a foreign planet is no doubt a daunting experience. How will you shape your story on the frontier?​

Spoiler: Tag

Amelia von Sorenn
Dreidi Xeraic
Valeria de la Vallée
Teyla Sal-Soren
Kitter Bitters
Luca Ioneşti
Allyson Locke
Draconis Sederius Wolf
Kristyl Vaashe
Custani Valcho
Kyyrk
Rann Thress
Diana Sophistica
Kurenai Yumi
Talohn Atar
Srina Talon
John Locke
Taiia Locke
Felix Aquila
Gerwald Lechner
Svana Neoma
Vanya Aklin
Vyse de Valorous
Shuklaar Kyrdol
Vorn Kessig
Oleander Webb
Finnea Virlee
Luna Evanstance
Palm-Imer
Matthew Locke
Christina Locke
Lethe Harrow

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tags: Asaraa Vaashe | Vanya Aklin | Kristyl Vaashe (Open to Interaction)
Objective: 1
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Dreidi had been feeling extremely lost during the aftermath of the Naboo, she had lost her home, her friends and members of her band since everyone separated and she wasn't even sure if some of them were alive. The only people she knew had survived were Asaraa, her niece Kristyl and her Nightmother Vanya. However, maintaining training and keeping in contact had proven difficult, especially with Dreidi shutting down. She was lost, she didn't know what she was meant to be fighting for any more, she was suppose to be a Jedi, a member of the Lotus Chapter of the Knights Obsidian. Should she move on to the Galactic Alliance or back to the Silver Jedi, neither of them felt right, they weren't the people that helped shape her career as a Jedi and Force User but the people of the CIS had helped shape her as a person, guided her through life since she was 13. Those people were everything to her even if she didn't know their names or understand how the CIS worked in terms of chains of command, the people and bonds she made, she couldn't let them go.

She was left in a limbo that had her depressed and unable to get out of bed. She spent weeks sobbing, unsure what she was meant to do when finally, finally a signal came. It was a calling, her calling. She was able to join her comrades, apparently they were starting over again, a new beginning and Dreidi was adamant that she would be there. On the front lines and secure this new beginning going forward. Dreidi wasn't going to let Naboo happen again and she was going to fight tooth and nail, give her life to ensure that everyone who wanted to build again had the best chances. Although, she would really like to avoid giving her life to the cause if she could. It sounded better than she figured it would feel.

Landing on the new world, Dreidi was surprised that they had even been able to discover an uncharted world. She knew the galaxy had been big but they had been charting worlds for thousands of years and there were still new areas they were finding. It was shocking but amazed Dreidi, she could understand the appeal of spacefaring and travelling around. She stepped off the ship, her body feeling the sun on her skin for the first time in weeks. She looked up and squinted, she let out a sigh, while things were only just started, she could feel the sense of home and companionship. Making her walk forward, she looked around, things seemed less structured to her now then they did when she was part of the CIS. Who was in charge? Who should she report to? Did anyone expect her to be here, would they recognise her? There was still a sense of being lost but she tried to focus on the fact it was new to everyone, not just her.

Lightsaber clipped to her belt, she looked around and waited to see who else would sign up for scouting the new area.​

 

[Kyyrk]

Wearing

Kyyrk walked forward from the landing ramp of the Allegiance, the heat and humidity oppressive even through the environmental controls of his armor. He paused as his boots hit the dirt of their new homeworld, turning to look around at the Tatooine-esque desert. His Lightsaber was worn across his back, and a sidearm on his thigh. He squinted in the harsh light, looking out across the clearing. The ships had all been set down in a tight cluster. The larger cargo ships in the middle, with the smaller more nimble ships at the outskirts, ready to take flight in mere moments.

He sighed quietly, reaching up to rub the breast-feathers of his avian companion. Horace hooted happily from his perch on Kyyrk's shoulder. "Just like Tatooine. Couldn't have picked a tropical paradise, huh?" Kyyrk's deadpan humor didn't quite reach his eyes. For a quiet man, he'd grown even quieter in the weeks since Naboo. His injuries were mostly healed. The ones that were not were on their last legs, and hardly a hinderance. Kyyrk turned to look at the woman standing beside him, offering her a thin smile. "I never will understand why you prefer these climates." Said the man hailing from a planet of jungles. But that was a moot point, now. Alessandra Creed had often bemoaned the balmy weather of Naboo, so Kyyrk expected this world would feel just like home to her.

He turned his gaze back towards the people milling about, attempting to erect barriers around the campsite. Once, he would have been leading their efforts. But the powers that be had made it clear that he was better help to them staying out of the way. Kyyrk gestured to what appeared to be the temporary command post. "The sooner we secure this site, the easier time we'll have erecting permanent housing. I'm going to see what I can do to help them. Don't feel obligated to join us." His tone suggested that he expected that outcome with equal probability as the planet instantaneously entering an ice age. But he did not say this maliciously. He was happy, comforted even, in the woman's presence.

Though he may not be the warrior he once was, but he could still be of use to the scouting parties. Kyyrk was, without a doubt, the foremost authority on Scrying the Confederate Remnant had to offer. Even the witches who made their home among them could stand to learn a thing or two from him. He led the way towards the sensor station, Horace lighting from his perch to explore the area from the sky. "It does feel good to be off that blasted ship, though..." ​

Open to interactions

 

[Abel Denko]

OBJECTIVE I: VANGUARD

Abel had never felt more powerless.

The Knight had spent the majority of his life staring down the barrel. He was born on Nar Shaddaa and survived the mean streets. He learned what it meant to use the Force and could stand a chance if others like him came to brawl. That was always the foundation - Abel felt as though he could stand a chance against anything. Sith Lords and Jedi Masters alike. But Naboo changed that. Shattered that like a hammer through glass. When the demons came, there was next to nothing that he could do.

He bought time for others to escape. Which was admirable on paper. But ultimately, the battle was lost. The war was lost. The nation he had sworn to protect was gone. Now he was guardian of the ashes.

Though defeated, pushing on was the least Abel could do. Lady de Vallee was kind enough to pull him from the fire - so he'd honor her parting wishes. Keep up the good fight? Sure. Why not. So, the blond warrior set foot on the new world. An uncharted corner of space. At first glance, the world was as hot as Tatooine - and most likely just as unforgiving. But it was a start. And his job today was to figure out just what laid beyond their landing zone. Abel hoped it was more sand.

He took a moment to ready his gear. His light-shield was braced to his off-hand. His saber was clipped to his waist. A steadying breath filled his lungs before he set out from his own transport. At the edge of the encampment, speederbikes were being unloaded. This was good - at least they'd be able to scout without walking. When Abel started to wait for his own, he noticed the arrival of two others. The first was Dreidi Xeraic - a younger Knight he recalled from meetings past. "You know how to ride one of these?" he asked, humor coloring his tone.

Just because he was all in his head today didn't mean he had to spread the miasma.

The second nearby was Kyyrk - a man whose presence brought a light smile to his face. "I heard you were a tough bastard, now I get to see it." he began, lightly tapping the man on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you both made it out okay."

He couldn't say the same for his apprentice Luna Evanstance . He hadn't seen her since the attack...and frankly, was fearing the worst.

Kyyrk | Dreidi Xeraic​

 

[Luna Evanstance]

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This was nothing new.

Being stripped of everything that one had once known to begin again was something Luna was accustomed to. Being lost and alone and confused were all things that had become a very part of her nature until she had grown jaded to it all.

So with reality shattering around everyone, it wasn't surprising that many hadn't been prepared or ready for what had happened on Naboo. Some had lost their lives while others were forced to pick up the pieces and begin anew. Life was chaos, like that.

The only thing that mattered to Luna was finding Abel. She hoped that she'd see her closest friend and Master again- there were too many things left unsaid and she still hoped to have the chance to tell him and she wouldn't stop until he was found.

The barren and hot and humid planet had little to offer in the way of sights. As Luna stepped off into the lackluster and uncharted space with a deep sigh. Throwing her growing ashen braided ponyail over her shoulder she shook her head. "Well, this frackin' sucks." She muttered to herself; wondering if Abel was in the sea of beings somewhere. There wasn't a single face she recognized- no one. Luna was truly alone.

Then she felt it.

A pinprick; a weary and worn yet a familiarity that seemed to call to her in the Force even if she wasn't entirely certain it was real. Abel Denko ... Her heart hammered in her chest as she began to look about, throwing her hand up to shade her emerald gaze as she went. Had he survived too?

"Excuse me!" She brushed past a few beings as she went; feeling as if she grew closer only for his aura to grow weak with distance. "Oops, sorry! Anyone one of you see a man? Tall as me, handsome? Blue eyes. Blonde hair?" She simultaneously bumped into two random beings as she squeezed by a few others. She began calling out for Abel- as if she would be heard over the wind and others around them unloading items and moving things.

But she didn't wait- growing impatient she moved forward with her search. Every so often, Luna thought she caught a glimpse of his blonde hair only to be bumped or shuffled some. Grunting in frustration, Luna shouted louder, calling ahead as she made her way to the edge of the encampment - hoping that even if they were all headed out into the unknown, she wouldn't be doing it alone.​

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[Eenia Vahn]

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TAG: Open
Wearing: [xXx]


This was not the first time the entirety of Eenia's life had been shattered apart. It was not the first time she had lost a home, lost friends and loved ones. It was most certainly not her first go around with loss, not even remotely close to it. But that did not make her blind to the sufferings of others. It did not deafen her to the cries of those who had lost the things that meant most to them. And it did not make her turn her nose up at those who were injured and/or suffering.

The drifting trip to this new planet had been spent recuperating from all of the healing and helping she had done as Naboo fell apart around them. But now, now that they had been allowed to step foot onto the surface of this place? It was time to get back to work. While Nia may not have been a stranger to loss, she had not planned to continue healing. After her last experience in losing a Mentor (and everything that had gone with that loss), she had been in a dark place, and healing had been the very last thing on her mind. She hadn't cared to go and help people, she hadn't cared to reach out to those who needed it. She just didn't care.

Funny how the destruction of a planet can change that.

And now here she was, sweltering in the heat while she worked to mend the leg of a young woman. "You'll be happy to know that the bone was not broken," she spoke out to the whimpering woman. "And just like that..." Nia almost hummed out before she drew her hands away and looked to the other. "The lacerations are no longer an issue either." She offered a tight smile to the astonished woman, but she did not wait to be thanked for it. Eenia pushed herself to her feet with a sigh and wiped her brow with the back of her sleeved arm as she looked around. There were still plenty of people who needed assistance, in one way or another. Healing, food, water, shelter.

Again Eenia sighed and she laid her hands against her hips as she squinted just a hair. This was most definitely a rough start to a new chapter in everyone's lives, but at least this collection of bodies were able to start a new chapter...

 

[Abel Denko]

...bel?

The Knight turned his head, facing the growing encampment for a moment. His hands settled upon his hips as he looked towards the growing number of bodies moving about. He could've sworn he just heard his name...but maybe he misheard. With all the people about, it could have been anything.

...Abel?!

There it was again. A bit louder this time. As if someone was cupping their hands against their cheeks and calling above the crowd. Abel's brow cocked slightly as he took a step closer to the crowd. "Call me crazy, but I think someone's hollering for me?" he muttered towards Kyyrk and Dreidi Xeraic . He gave them a nod and stepped closer, apprehensive.

And that's when he felt it. The blessed awareness. It was like seeing a loved one in a grocery store. It didn't matter how many people stood between one and the person they were searching for. Abel could feel her. Disbelief. Excitement. All wormed through his expression at breakneck speed. The Knight immediately took off in a jog towards the encampment.

"Luna?!" he called out. Abel did his damnedest not to plow someone over as he moved. He ducked, weaved, and scooted past as the awareness grew louder. "Luna, is that you?" he called out again.

And then his eyes found her. Ashen-haired. Scar. Look of supreme impatience. That was his Luna alright. And normally he'd have met her quips and wit with sass of his own. But after everything that they endured? After Naboo? She'd find herself tugged into the bear hug of the century.

"Oh thank feth." he said, finally able to breathe.​

Luna Evanstance | Kyyrk | Dreidi Xeraic​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tags: Abel Denko | Kyyrk | Luna Evanstance
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Looking up at the man asking if she knew how to ride a speeder bike, she was not really practiced with a speeder bike, in fact she was going to learn how to ride one and pilot a starfighter sometime soon. Would have bee around her sixteenth birthday but things didn't really work out that way after the invasion on Naboo. Dreidi sighed and shrugged, "nope, not really. There was never a need to learn how to ride one before." Dreidi shrugged, she recognised Kyyrk, she had fought him at a duel before. She was curious about the people around her, she wasn't able to recognise them too well but she was interested in getting to know them better on this scouting mission.

Dreidi watched as Abel went to find out who was calling him. Giving a small wave as he leaves then turns to Kyyrk, "So urm... is there like a starter bike? or like a speeder bike guide for dummies?" Dreidi asked curiously, her hands on the bike, she knew that she needed to be able to ride it but she had never been on one before. They seemed so impractical on Naboo, at least in the city so she felt better walking and enjoying the views. She looked around the horizon and wondering if she would be able to find nice views around here as well now.​

 

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk returned the gesture, offering Abel Denko a clap on the shoulder as well. "I've lived through worse." He wouldn't say it in front of Alessandra Creed , but even in his addled state he could clearly remember the day long ago when he'd fallen prey to a land mine. To date, nothing had been as destructive as that one single moment. Of all the Knights to survive, Kyyrk was glad that Abel was among them. Though his stoic expression did not betray that. Dreidi Xeraic was also alive still. Another worthy addition to their now depleted ranks.

Kyyrk also heard the woman calling out for Abel, turning in the direction of the call the same as Abel did. Abel took off through the crowd to be reunited with Luna Evanstance . Kyyrk felt a small twitch of a smile creep into the corner of his mouth. He knew that feeling all too well. He had been one of the lucky ones to reunite with his loved ones almost immediately after the battle. He absently reached out to take the hand of the woman beside him and offered it a gentle squeeze. He was flush with memories of the Zakuul Conflict, and remembered how many people woke the day after the horrors to realize that they would never see their loved ones again.

He was glad that for the moment, they could know peace. They did not have the looming threat of the next attack over their heads. Or so he hoped. Kyyrk turned to Dreidi as she voiced a concern about riding the speeder bikes. "No. You must be taught. Or learn on your own." Kyyrk glanced back at Alessandra and offered her a quick, apologetic smile as he squeezed her hand again, and stepped towards Dreidi and the speeder bikes. "Most bikes have sufficient stabilization you merely need to stay atop it."

Kyyrk began tapping parts of the bike as he spoke. "Throttle, brake, activation switch, and control bars." He did not intend to join the riding party, but he knew his way around a speeder bike. "Throttle increases your speed, brake reduces it. Control bars move you left or right." Kyyrk glanced back at Alessandra, before leaning across the bike and intoning quiet enough that Alessandra could not hear, "Once you get the hang of it, you never need the brake..." ​

Open to interaction

 

[Luna Evanstance]

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"Luna, is that you?" The desperate need to find Abel only grew as she heard a call back to her, after she had almost lost faith that he was indeed here amongst the others. "Abel? Abel!" She didn't yell it, it was more of a quiet exclaimed whisper of her own as a flash of his blonde hair found her gaze; only to be followed by the rest of him.

He was here.

Only for a moment did she stop- taking in the features of the man she'd been longing to see since they had gotten separated. But her idle stance only lasted but a moment before they both met in the middle and she slung her arms around his middle; soaking up their tight embrace.

"Oh thank feth." Luna wasn't shy about leaving her face buried in Abel's shoulder for a long moment- the shock wore off, replaced with the bittersweet emotion of them being reunited. "You know," She started as she finally lifted her head furrowing her brows and resting one of her gloved hands on his chest while the other pointed at him. "I don't really know what to do with you."

She did her best to keep her voice even. The amount of worry he had put her through was more worry than she'd spent on anyone else in her entire life. There was a need to smack Abel and give him a long-overdue kiss all at once.

Without another thought or control over what she was doing, the hand that had been pointed at him came to make contact with his cheek and handsome features - not overly hard to hurt but enough that he would have felt it and to prove her point. "That's for making me worry, Abel Denko ."

Her tone was firm but despite it being so, there was obvious concern there, too. But she wasn't done yet. After her hand retreated, she gently grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a soft, yet lingering kiss; unable to hide the longing that had settled in long ago. "And that, well, that's for not being dead and all," she mumbled a bit softer as she let go of the vice grip that she had on his front clearing her throat as she pulled him into another hug before regrettably letting him go with a sigh. There was more she had wanted to say but with beings bustling about, it wasn't the time.

It never was.

Finally reunited, she could finally focus on what was going on around her in full. The heat bore down on them, unforgiving and many were making their way to the landspeeders in hopes to explore their new surroundings. Squinting and pointing in the direction that Abel had just come, Luna knew that she herself had no intention of waiting around for something to happen.

"I suppose we should find a speeder before they are all gone, I sure as hell am not going to wait for hell to break loose again, that's for certain." She offered up her thoughts and a wry grin as the memories of exploring uncharted land brought her back to the many times she had been left on barren planets by Rast for survival skills.

She hoped that there would be time to catch up with Abel once things calmed but for now, everything and everyone moved about them at a rapid pace and they needed to keep up. Taking a step in the direction of their destination but unable to keep herself from gently giving Abel's arm a gentle tug, along, she soon found herself at a pair of unclaimed transportations. As she inspected one of the speeder bikes, she could hear Kyyrk giving lessons to another ashen-haired young woman. Dreidi Xeraic .

Despite everything and her own mental turmoil, she couldn't help but speak up only adding her usual smart humor to the mix. "Just don't…crash. That won't do you any good, either." She paused, lifting her head with a slightly wicked grin that shifted the scar on her cheek.
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[Darth Metus]

PLANETSIDE - COMMAND TENT

It felt like a betrayal.

When the Sith was but a young man, he had spent many years in the Southern Systems. He had mastered the art of being a mercenary betwixt their lanes. He had heard their struggles. Learned to care about peoples that were not his own. Then, when the region first attempted to united, he put his life on the line for their sovereignty. He bled so that they wouldn't have to. Fought so that their children could rest easy. Years later, after the first attempt perished, he guided another. He led. Bled. Cared. All for the sake of the southern systems. But, when their best was battered and beaten, the region relented. They chose to no longer stand as one. They chose to end the dream he had upheld for the majority of his lifetime.

It felt like a betrayal...because it was.

Isley had lost track of how many battles he had fought to keep the southern systems free. Lost track of how many of his own sons and daughters had died alongside him. Yet, sacrifice meant nothing. In the face of the Unmaker's devastation, the majority decided to go their own way. The dream seemingly ended with the final swing of a gavel. Or so, that is what they would believe. The South had made their decision - now it was time for Isley to make his own. The remnants of the government he founded followed after him. Southward did they fly into regions unknown. What remained of the military was slim. A token security force at best. The Knights Obsidian still stood with them. And they had refugees aplenty who needed a place to call home.

In the immediate hour, there was a need to feed mouths, bandage wounds, and figure out supplies.

But on the horizon, direction was sorely needed. And Isley quietly contemplated the way forward. This was a path he could not - and would not - chart alone. Not after Naboo. Not after the Devastation and the End. He needed those most trusted beside him. And so, he dismissed every soul from the "command tent" that had been erected and made the call. His exarchs: Srina Talon and John Locke were beckoned. Whilst the sable-skinned man waited, he leaned over a table. The fruits of their initial scans of the new world were before his sulfuric gaze. There were raw materials aplenty just beneath the surface. Favorable conditions for agriculture if their technology held. They could do this.

But what was this? He endeavored to form an answer.​

Srina Talon | John Locke​

 

[Abel Denko]

PLANETSIDE

It felt like finally being able to breathe again.

There was a small part of the Knight's soul that was afraid. Terrified of the possibility that Naboo would have been it. Though he did his best to face down the monstrosities from beyond, he was keenly aware of how little difference he made. Abel gave his apprentices and opening and they had taken it. But he had no confirmation that they made it offworld intact. That they had survived. He held out hope. He worried. But that small, nagging, part of his soul said that they were gone. That the ashen-haired woman before him was gone.

It was immensely satisfying to tell that shred of worry to go feth itself.

From the instant he laid eyes on her, they embrace. Relief radiated through the Knight for several moments. It wasn't until Luna placed one hand upon his chest and pointed with the other that Abel loosened his hold upon her. She spoke plainly at first - each word devoid of the typical sass that he had come to expect. But, given the circumstances, this wasn't unusual. He listened. Hung on every word as she...scolded him? And out of nowhere.

Smack.

The impact wasn't enough to truly harm - but it did sting nonetheless. Abel blinked. That's for making me worry, Abel Denko. Well damn, she used his full government name. He was in more trouble than he thought. "Okay, I deserved th-" His eyes widened as he was interrupted mid-sentence. He blinked, surprised, before relenting. When she did let him go, the blonde warrior had a light smirk playing upon his lips. If things were any different - or rather closer to normal - he might have said something along the lines of "if this is my reward for worrying you, I'll do it more often."

Instead, he briefly touched his brow to hers.

"If ever there's a next time, we won't separate. I'm with you to the end of the line."

Now that 66% of the dream team was reunited, Abel could put some semblance of focus on the task at hand. Luna echoed that sentiment, pointing out that they should grab a speeder before they were all gone. And they weren't going to sit around waiting for another apocalypse, that's for sure. Abel nodded and jogged over. Together, they eyed a pair of speeders and the Knight immediately swung his leg over. The model wasn't too different from those back home on Nar Shaddaa. Military-grade, purred like a lothcat.

He then overheard Luna's advice to Dreidi Xeraic and shook his head. "We'll keep an eye out for you. Don't worry." he added, attempting to reassure the young woman.

Abel then revved the speeder's engine. "From what I've heard, a scouting party went ahead as we landed. We should check in with them in the field and see if they've found anything. Sound good?"

The question was posed to all within earshot.​

Luna Evanstance | Dreidi Xeraic | Kyyrk​

 

[Luna Evanstance]

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There was no denying the confused and lost aura that surrounded Dreidi Xeraic . Luna had been there, at her very age all those years ago when her life was complete upside down. While she didn't give herself away from anything other than the lack of knowledge on how to use their mode of transportation, it was in her eyes. She could relate and wondered if she had anyone there to protect her if anything went wrong. But after Naboo, Luna doubted she did considering she seemed so wayward.

The young Smuggler knew that whatever lay ahead, she'd only be stronger for it- forging a new path would only strengthen the Teen's resolve even if it was a long road ahead. "From what I've heard, a scouting party went ahead as we landed. We should check in with them in the field and see if they've found anything. Sound good?"

Seating herself on her speeder bike and turning it over, she could hear Abel Denko above the noise of them all looking between him and the Teen. "Sounds good to me, Handsome. Anything is better than here." She started as she fiddled with a few of the basic controls; there weren't that many and she has well acquainted with the basics thanks to years of training. "Kid, why don't you ride between us? That way if something goes wrong, one of us is here."

Not wanting to wound her pride, Luna's wicked grin was back but a little less large. "Besides, I want a good view if Abel decides to take a tumble." Full jest was in her voice as she winked and waited for the ashen-haired teen to situate herself.

It wasn't long before the trio was off- the breeze from gliding along at a rather high speed was only a slight relief as it blew hot and only seemed to agitate the sands. There were no goggles to shield eyes or masks to cover mouths and noses.

Squinting and keeping her head low enough to help fight the gritty sands against her face and eyes and lips, Luna watched as best as she could as the uncharted territory flew by in a blink of an eye. What was out there? Was it only mayhem? Or would they finally get some semblance of peace? She trusted Abel to lead the way while keeping an eye on the Teen; unsure of what this new adventure would bring them.
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[Cordelia Malkavian]

BYOO - Blind Search​

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Tags: Rience ​

How had things come to this? For the longest time, Cordelia had lived shrouded in darkness. She had gone day to day ripping through life (through lives) without so much as a hesitation. She had been on a mission, a straight forward mission that had fueled her very soul and purpose. And somewhere along the way she had been derailed from that mission. Yet ultimately, it had been a derailing that was for the better. Reuniting with her other half had pulled Delia from the depths of a Darkness she had never quite expected herself to fall into, and the strain of her second life's mission had become less and less vital. A sense of normalcy - or as normal as could be really, all things considered - had taken over, and the struggles of day to day had fallen into place. A real life, that had picked right back up where it had left off with only a few hitches here and there.​

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And now? Once again everything was gone. In a matter of hours, everything had been ripped right out of her hands once more.​

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Cordelia had found herself on this desert wasteland of a planet, with no real recollection of how she got there. The last days she could recall on Naboo were filled with flashes of images, angry images filled blood and gore, with the only audio being screams and inhumane roars. And the worst part about it? When she woke on whatever vessel she had been tossed onto, Rience had been nowhere to be found. She had torn the ship she was on upside down, in a manner of speaking, and he was not there. And these immediate days after touchdown on this rock? Still nothing. No news, no information, not even the ability for someone to tell her yes or no to whether or not he was even still alive. There was nothing.​

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And nothing made for a very grumpy Cordelia. ​

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A real lack of nourishment was bad enough for her attitude; it made her agitated, maybe even a little hostile. But most people chalked that up to the heat and the mourning. The heat of this sandbox made no difference to Delia. The sun did not blister her alabaster skin, nor did it affect the temperature of her body, internally at least. On the outside she was sure she felt warm to the touch - not that anyone was allowed near enough to touch her. She was also not in mourning. Delia was angry, and at the moment there was no one for her to take that anger out on. So in the wake of that, all the redhead could do was fall right back into old habits. She would search, and she would once again devote this second life looking for the missing piece of her life. And that started here, in this new place, where people were landing and being reunited around every corner.​

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So long as she could keep the burning ache in her throat at bay long enough to do so...​

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Tags: Kyyrk | Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance
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Dreidi looked to group of adults giving her advice on how to use the speeder, it seemed that the controls weren't too tricky but she wasn't sure if she had the instincts to grabble them. Part of her was realising that she might need to rely on the Force and that wasn't too bad but she also remembered that her training told her to not use it as a crutch. She looked at the others, they all seemed capable at using speeders and while sensible part of her brain told her it might be best to ask to ride along with one of them, Dreidi knew that she wasn't going to. That she was going to learn to drive while on mission, might mean she looks a fool and makes mistakes but then she isn't reliant on anyone and that was the main issue. After everything that had happened, Dreidi didn't want to rely on people, she would learn and listen from others but she couldn't rely on them. The galaxy was too chaotic, things were unpredictable for her.

Jumping onto the speeder, she checked over the controls, reminding herself what Kyyrk had said then looked over to the woman and gave a nod. The offer wasn't a bad one and it didn't make Dreidi feel that she was being coddled by them so that was a relief. She would hate to join people on a mission and feel that she was the one that needed to be protected, especially since she was capable and strong. She had demonstrated that during the Naboo attack, at least she had proved it to herself but no one else had seen it. No one else saw that she was capable of using the Force and Magick, it was limited at the moment but for her it was a giant leap since she could be a Jedi and a Witch. Something that she had wanted since meeting her Nightmother Vanya.

Kicking the speeder into gear, Dreidi felt the bike fight her, launching her back as it accelerated forward. Dreidi kept her grip tighter on the controls, realising that it was trying to fight her. She found the brakes and slowed the bike to a crawl as she took in a deep breath and looked at the controls for it again. "So... These things are like super sensitive too? That's good to know..." Dreidi thought back to her days of gaming and playing her guitar, fine motor skills needed to control this well enough. Not just the Force.​

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Tags: Open
Objective: Assess, assist rebuilding, and support reconnaissance efforts
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Draconis stared at the report before him. It was a sum total of losses from their decidedly suicidal attempt to stop the enemy from overwhelming their comrades. 70 percent of the SLDF was lost in a matter of days. Of that, a huge portion was losses from the Expeditionary Forces and the navy. Millions had died in the fight to stem the tide. And in the end, they couldn't even save the majority of people that had remained. He sighed as he lightly tossed the datapad on his desk and brought a solitary hand to his temples. Such a travesty. Such a failure. Such a loss.

And it was solely his fault.

Surric had been the bastion of the defense of The Confederacy. They alone had held the responsibility of being a fortress system along their hyperspace lane, and being bordering to two great galactic empires, they had assumed the mantle of being the greatest shield for their people. The SLDF armada was immense, powerful, and frighteningly effective. Her armies were some of the best fighting forces ever assembled, known for their battlefield prowess, and unmatched bravery in combat. Draconis had almost singlehandedly brought back a system from the brink of simply fading from existence into the powerhouse that had been the Surric System, and her defense forces. They had the power, the tactics, and will to take on any invasion force from any super power in existence and face it head on, even alone. Surric was to stand as an example of what motivated and pure of heart peoples could accomplish. A gate keeper to stand against the wolves that constantly prowled at the doors, and an ever vigilant sentinel to keep guard. She was to be the inspiration that no matter how dark a situation became, democracy and courage would always prevail.

And when the Confederacy needed him most, Draconis had failed.

In total, the report before him plainly explained how badly they'd been mangled trying to hold the jaws of defeat at bay. Some sixty divisions of the SLDF's one hundred and thirty had been outright total combat losses. As in, they'd been totally annihilated. Another thirty had been mangled to the point that they were completely combat ineffective. As for fleets the damage was extensive, while some of the ships were being repaired at The Keep in deep space, many that had returned were deemed only fit for salvage. Many more hadn't made it back. The Seeker of Truth, Unyielding Justice, Righteous Wrath, and Remembrance battlecruisers had all been destroyed. And each of those ships carried thousands alone. Most of the combat transports had survived, but the vast majority of the SLDF combat vessels had been irreparably damaged. Where she had once stood as an imposing force of unsurmountable might, they now stood as a hollow reminder of the failure of their duty.

Because when the Confederacy needed Draconis most, he'd turned his back on them. In a misguided attempt to keep his people safe, and to keep the Confederacy safe from them, he'd left them open.

And he alone was responsible for this failure. Each and every death of not only his own men, but all of those lost in this cataclysmic event, were his responsibility. His failure. All of their blood rested on his hands. He'd tried to save millions, but in the process had massacred trillions.

He gazed out the window of his office at the new world they were now settling. The SLDF had begun work on setting up a few staging areas for the CAF and remaining Confederate survivors. Whatever patrols they could get going from hovercraft, speeder bikes, and even their skirmisher walkers were running patrols and scouting the harsh landscape. The Keep was definitely large enough to handle housing the survivors of this cataclysm, but unfortunately didn't have the resources aboard to do so. And with such a large influx, such an attempt was deemed too risky to stay there so they'd continued on. Outside his engineers were working on getting new prefabricated habitats up so that people could start settling down, and getting places to live. Turrets for the new zones were being emplaced, walls and work buildings being put up. The view was to him, bittersweet. He wished he could have saved more. He wished he could have seen this coming. And most of all, he wished that he hadn't been such a fool. He would atone for these sins. But for now, he would have to settle for directing the surviving SLDF's efforts to support this chance at rebuilding. The Keep's rather peculiar position in space put it at a position of advantage for assisting the survivors. In that while the rest of the galaxy rotated on its axis, The Keep itself didn't move. Meaning that while most ships would get lost in the hyperspace storms that ravaged the area leading from this expanse of planets, The Keep simply had to endure, and then they would pass. So Draconis had decided that for this rotation, he'd stay with the survivors as they needed all the help they could get. He'd already seen what his folly of abandoning his post had led to.

And he would not let such a failure happen again.

 

[Laertia Io]

Arrived in: The Blood of Naboo (Sarka Class Frigate )

CNS Flesh Memory

Wearing: Chitin of Darth Xiphos

Armed with: Constant Gardener

With:

Medical Nuetralizer Model 1 (007-Hundred)

General Purpose Nuetralizer Model 1 (1400)

For destroying the World Ship at Rhand, they had exiled her from CIS Space. On pain of life imprisonment or even death should she dare to return.

But then the Unmaker and a Criminal Armada had formed, sweeping aside one of the most powerful navies in the Galaxy in a single night. It frightened Xiphos to no end that even one of the most powerful and wealthy factions could collapse to ashes like that.

Xiphos hadn't been able to ignore the suffering of the ones who had exiled her. She had come with her single most powerful warship and a vessel that had been built specifically to aid The CIS originally when Naboo had fallen victim. She had stayed to battle The Maw in the Aftermath. The great Dreadnoughts of the CIS were lost, or hidden, but what she had built could still serve the remnant.

She had intercepted the message to come assist the CIS Remnant if possible. So she had.

A desert planet, like Tattooing beckoned as The Blood of Naboo and the CNS Flesh Memory jumped out of Hyperspace. The Flesh Memory was among the last of The High Tech vessels built for the CIS before its fall. A massive mobile armored hospital with stealth capability. It had evacuated thousands from the combat area at Naboo. It lingered in orbit while the Sarka Frigate, painted in the Dark Blue of House Io, descended into the Atmosphere.

It carried no invasion force. It's compliment of War Droids had been swapped out for some of her newest creations, the Medical and General Purpose Nuetralizers, loaded to the gills with relief supplies like med packs and rations both acquired legitimately and others stolen from the now fallen First Order's caches, as well as raw supplies of durasteel, welding equipment, and other construction parts.

The fact that without the Flesh Memory, many more thousands would have died at Naboo (not that millions hadn't been killed already by this point but still) was a major reason that House Io had been allowed to go to this new territory and render aid. They also had aboard patients from the SLDF that had been found alive, and would be ferrying them back and forth all day.

Xiphos was the first off the ramps as the Frigate landed in a bare desert portion not far from the settlement being built. She was clad in dark blue bio power armor, heavily enchanted, an old Lightsaber clipped to her belt as she strode through the bare desert to the settlement in the distance, two legions of artificial women behind her. The Medical Nuetralizers wore regulation Light Blue, skintight Metallic Catsuits, the General Purpose Nuetralizers wearing dark green variants of the same. The General Purpose Models carried crates of supplies between them.

A contingent of Knights Obsidian waited for her at the edge of it. One of them stepped forward.

"You got a lotta guts coming here after what you pulled." The Obsidian Knight growled.

"Did the CIS showing me mercy not pay off in the end?" was the only reply Xiphos bothered to give before walking past them. People steered clear from the woman in the distorted, inhuman looking armor as she strode past them in the streets, heading to where she sensed Darth Metus . She stopped about a dozen meters from his command tent. There was a Knight Obsidian honor guard in front of it.

"Why have you come, Maniac?" the Honor Guard asked.

"Is this any kind of welcome?" Xiphos joked grimly. "I come in peace. I bring your leader his own citizens. People my forces found alive and treated. They'll be coming down here in hospital shuttles shortly, once they've been declared medically fit. I also bring supplies, and doctors."

The Honor Guard was silent for a moment before hesitantly getting out his Comlink.

"Uh, Sir, forgive me, but Darth Xiphos is here saying she has a peace offering..."

Meanwhile, the staff aboard the Flesh Memory would be contacting Draconis Sederius Wolf about those in his military that were patients aboard it, found alive and evacuated at Naboo...

Srina Talon

John Locke

 

[John Locke]

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As a remnant descended on a planet, fleeing the destruction that had consumed the Confederacy, bathing the southern systems in blood and chaos, there seemed to be no end of work. The remnants of the Confederacy had become used to a certain degree of comfort and luxury, amenities such as flushing toilets and running water. Amenities that they found themselves lacking as the dust settled and they found themselves contemplating the future that stretched out infront of them.

It was something John had seen from the remnants of the Confederates as they looked around the planet that they had decided to make their home. It was the thousand-yard-stare as they realised what had happened, what they had done. The Confederacy had built up a tradition of success over time, they might have lost a battle here and there but they had always gone from strength to strength. However, when they were really tested, when the cards were all thrown down onto the table they had failed. The enemy might have been defeated, btu the cost was one that they never thought they'd have to pay.

The Confederacy had fallen.

One by one the planets had turned away and the men and women who had once made up the core of the nation were faced with the truth that they had failed in their task. They'd promised security, and protection but had found themselves contended with forces that made a lie of their promises. So, they stood here, lost, trying to find meaning in their lives. Some just stood there staring into the distance, others filled their time with busy tasks, trying to find some form of comfort in the mundane

John had proven to be one of them, trying to assuage his guilt over things he couldn't fix by focussing on something that he could. Roads, running water and flushing toilets.

A legion of droids had descended on the planet under the cyborg's command, scattering all over the city like a hive of ants as they dug up roads and laid pipes, slowly expanding out the infrastructure a modern city relied upon. The Suric Defense force were busy laying down pre-fabricated houses for people to live in but John had concerned himself with something more basic, letting people get to their houses in the first place, to have the basic necessities till better structures could be laid down.

Or at least he had been till the message had arrived, a final command issued to the droids before he reached for his jacket, turning and padding towards the command tent. John may have lacked the deep connection through the force that Darth Metus shared with his wintery fellow Exarch, but he knew his friend well enough to imagine the storm clouds building over his head. A nod at the honour guard, the Knights escorting Laertia Io as the dark-haired man pushed the door to the side, ducking into the tent. It seemed that it would be an…interesting afternoon.

Darth Metus | Srina Talon

 

[Josiah]

LANDING ZONE

The Past had to die.

Perhaps this was the Force's way of saying such. When the assault upon the Knights Obsidian happened years prior, Josiah had been laid low. His body failed - wounds ran deep - and recovery was a slow process. The Jedi then retreated to Monastery. Yes, retreat was the correct word. He had every excuse to lick his wounds and recover in his timing; but he never returned. He simply tarried in the cottage overlooking the frosted lake. Why was this? Because the joy of his life had moved on.

He had not seen his better half in years. His daughter, Auteme , was alive - but charting her own path.

Josiah had forgotten what it meant to move forward himself. And thus, he sat. Waited. Until the second assault came. The heavens broke and the Jedi was forced to rise again. The temple grounds were quickly overrun and he joined the defense. Evacuation was the only way forward, as there was no way to push through the demons spilling forth. Josiah fought. Actually fought for the first time in so long. He managed to help save many that day. He helped guide them to safety in this new world.

And it felt right.

Now, as the remnant set about erecting their new home, the Jedi busied himself on the walls. He hoised large panels of steel by the Force and settled them each into place. The foundation of the walls was certainly crude, but it would do for now. It had to.

Diana Sophistica , Kristyl Vaashe + Open​

 

[Nesryn Xylia]

Tags: Josiah | Open

There was just something about Lady Luck...At no point could Nesryn say that the fictitious being had ever been on her side, well not in quite a long time at least. But then, that hadn't been so much Lady Luck as it had been blind, dumb luck. All of the right things and places at exactly the right times. Which in that respect, perhaps her luck - or lack there of really - was some form of Karma; a repaying of a debt that was still owed, no matter the price Nes continued to pay.

Ironically, homes seemed to be a steep, but fitting price for karma. This time around, the former bounty hunter had barely even gotten the codes changed over to her new apartment before Naboo was swallowed up in a real chitstorm. Somehow or another, Nesryn had been swept up with a collection of other survivors, locked into a ship, and narrowly escaped getting off and away from the rock as it was being consumed by darkness. And now she was here...How in all the Hells of history she ended up in a place like this? Well, maybe she had it coming.

Whatever the case, she was here now and there was nothing to do but lend a hand. She had seen people healing, helping with food and all that other simple stuff. So, Nesryn took a different approach. While most people that were helping to build walls and structures seemed to have some connection or another to the Force, Nes herself had to do it the good old fashioned way. Sure, it made her a little slow, but whatever. Help was help, right? And no one in this dried out sandbox had any room to refuse whatever help they were offered.

As such, considering she wasn't alone on this particular tier of wall, Nes sighed heavily and offered a canteen of water over to Josiah . "It isn't ice cold," she did warn him. "But in this heat, room temp is better for you anyhow." she shrugged her shoulders, glanced at the canteen, then back to the man she had offered it to. "And don't worry, I don't have cooties." she added with a roll of the eyes. It was a fair point though, but maybe offering a stranger a drink of water would help start to balance out her crappy karma.