Dominion Vitality For Velmor (Silver Jedi Dominion of Velmor Hex)

[Caedyn Arenais]

SJO Dominion of Velmor Hex
Vitality for Velmor!

Prologue:
Following the invasive attack of The Sith Empire against the World of Velmor and the defending Silver Jedi Forces on site, Velmor has been left to recover from the exhaustive damages and horrific loss of life. Many peoples have been lost due to the enslavement practices of Darth Thuyrn who seeks to replenish the ranks of the Sith Legion’s through a perverse use of the Dark Side of the Force. As a result of the corruptive presence on Velmor, the Dark Side has stained the Capital and will require cleansing by those of the Order’s experienced Sage and Spiritually capable.

The local populace of Velmor are struggling under the weight of their plight, and the nations leadership have turned to the Order of the Silver Jedi once more for aid in the aftermath of their grave loss. The Silver Assembly has henceforth designated Velmor a maximum priority and has requested that any available Jedi Personnel and aiding Forces involve themselves in the humanitarian recovery operation.

Reports have come in recently regarding suspicious persons within the Capital City, most notably in these area's of Dark Side Corruption. These reports need to be investigated, and determined whether or not there are remaining forces of the Sith on site.

Objectives:

• Objective: Humanitarian Aid for Velmor - Using resources of the SJO, bring in any supporting resources and recovery efforts for the prosperous future of the Capital City and surrounding settlements.
• Objective (Optional): Den Velmor is thick in the presence of the Dark Side of the Force following the horrific onslaught of the Sith. Any participating and highly skilled Force Practitioners are needed for the cleaning of the Capital.
• Bring Your Own Objective: Do yo thang!.

Opposition:

• Children of the New Order.

Points of Interest:

• Velmor (World Lore - Wookieepedia).
• Halori Sector (Sector Lore - Wookieepedia).
• Tol Velmoc mountains (Velmor).
• Den Velmor (Capital City, Velmor).

Submissions:

• Outpost Zulu.
• Den Velmor.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra was really trying to take a new lease on these mission stuff. Being brave was choosing to push forward when scared, right? She had read that somewhere once. She was making a conscious effort to apply it to her training. Things had just gotten so messed up... But that was before, and this was now. The skirmish at Velmor might have not gone exactly to plan, but there was something to be said about the fact that she had gotten through it. And helped some children to boot.

Returning felt weird. She didn't want to, which was why she made herself do it. As she stepped off the cargo ship and grabbed the first box of supplies, she took a steadying breath. She had this. Totally. Besides, it was just some simple humanitarian aid. What could go wrong?

Famous last words...

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Objective: Tel Velmoc Mountains
Opposition: Children Of The New Order
Allies:SJO/Open

The attack on Velmor had caused more damage than one could've expected. Kiran wasn't present during the attack as he was tending to personal matters on Coruscant. It was events like this that caused a burden on the padawan's heart and he promised that he wouldn't leave again even for solving his own personal tasks. Not he would have made a entire difference, but just being here and defending this place would've been so much of a less burden on his heart and mind.

The darkside of the force lingered here after the Sith left, and if they even actually did leave was the question. There were reports of massive dark side signatures deep within the capital city, and more signatures that were pinging from the mountains of Velmor. The place was sprawling with caverns and caves and the like. It was the perfect place to set up an ambush or a place to hide out until they were ready to strike out against this world again. Kiran volunteered himself to go with one of the strike teams to seek out and elminate these threats.

Was it wise for Kiran to take part in this venture given his past and the fact that he was still early on in his training as a Jedi, perhaps. But he felt he had the adequate over skills not from just being a Jedi but from his past job as security detail and working with some weaponry to get the job done. So all he could do was keep his head up, and keep his mind focused on the task at hand.

It was going to be a very long day.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Den Velmor cleansing
Allies: SJO
Suspicious: CNO

"The enemy appeared to have retreated in defense of its northwest border. However, it appears the enemy retreat from Velmor was somewhat hasty, enemy elements are suspected to be present in the Tol Velmoc mountain range"

"Deploy some infantry elements with the Nikto heavy weapons crews in the Tol Velmoc range, while other elements are to be deployed from the outskirts of the city. The dark side is too strong in the former police headquarters or the castle to risk deploying there"

The only reason why Den Velmor suffered such heavy damage was their tardiness: the Sith may have abducted some children, but suffered heavy losses for it especially near the castle, where the fighting was fierce, and where the casualties were the heaviest. The residents of Den Velmor suffered as well, and it was deemed too dangerous to start rebuilding the ruined city until the dark side presence has been brought down to a more acceptable level. No use crying over the realities of warfare, she thought, while wearing a lace minidress because the see-through mesh would increase the effectiveness of her using Force Light. Might be a bit risky but she would not venture out in the devastated streets of Den Velmor on her own, nor would she be defenseless; however, she needed to keep her lightsaber concealed. And yet she needed to keep sufficient free computational power for priming the use of Force Light: the energy was another matter to consider as well. In her experience of using it, she knew the initial flash would be disturbing to people around them to see it, and its immediate consequences.

"Before we start cleansing the city from the dark side, I want to make this clear: I will become phosphorescent. This may startle you at first, and a bright flash of light will occur when I start using Force Light, but my body will glow. That said, on my mark..."

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective: Humanitarian Aid

Amani waddled off the shuttle ramp lugging a slightly-too-large container of… something. She didn’t make an effort to check what it was exactly, but it was probably important. The padawan heaved, unceremoniously plopping it on the ground, a soft crack coming from something inside. It might be for the best to act like she didn’t hear that sound, she decided, dusting off her hands and distancing herself from the scene.

Realizing her talents were not in unloading cargo, Amani took a break from the work to take a look at her surroundings. She wasn’t here when everything first went down. Despite its irrationality, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt any time she heard about trouble like this, as if she could even be everywhere at once, or that it would even matter. No- she cut off her current train of thought, trying to shake her head free of negativity; Focusing on the present was better for her health. At least help was coming now.

Besides, everyone knows nothing ever goes wrong on a humanitarian mission.

Unless you count the other one Amani was on. And probably a lot more before that...

 

[Amaly Naetre]

Optional Objective: Den Velmor Cleansing.
Tags: Jessica Med-Beq

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Alike Jessica Med-Beq, Master Naetre had come alongside a small squad of Antarian Rangers much to her protesting the decision made by Elise for the Miralukan Woman's protection. Among them, there weren't many who had ascended the circle of first knowledge as she had, and so begrudgingly entering the city via a troop dropship, Amaly stepped off of the transport's personnel deck and onto the landing platform where she could already feel the lingering darkness and the tear across the veil that she recognized as a grave loss of lives.

"Captain, do be certain to holster your firearms in front of the local populace. We haven't come here to frighten these poor folk" she discouraged the squad leader with a discerning glance. These people had suffered enough, having their Children taken from them by the Sith, such a horror that she herself couldn't relate to in any sense. Amaly was one of few whom held no attachments what-so-ever to her biological relations, nor had she ever taken a Padawan for training, thus the peoples predicament was met with sympathy of the most heart-felt kind.

"I would like to find the epicenter, if you would be so kind" she added, not in question but an instruction as she took the first steps down into the streets as though she weren't convinced that there might still be hostiles in the area. Naturally she wasn't so ignorant, however the Force was a most powerful ally and any threat that would come her way, she wholly believed that her precognitive senses would alert her before their line of sight would find the Sage.

 

[Moya Virtu]

Objective: BYOO (Acquire Black Market Alchemized Device)

Wearing: Warrior Garb

Armed with: Decoy's Blade (Single bladed black core, green aura lightsaber)

Current Configuration: Trainer Form (See Bio)


"No, no, no..." the Android playfully chided over voice call as she rested in a bath, one of the few things that she could do to truly feel like an organic, besides it being necessary to clean dirt and grime off the skin. Next to her was a framed photo of her hugging a smiling Laertia, who was cradling a rabbit, resting on a small stool next to the tub.

"That is simply too little for what my client is worth. Tavyn The Fire Dancer is a top billing act and you know it, Bob. You saw all those crazy fething back flips and juggling he was doing with live grenades? Audiences love that chit. Well okay, they weren't 'actually' live, I wouldn't endanger an audience like that but the audience doesn't have to know they aren't live. We'll set up a fake safety zone around him. Bob? Bob?"

Bob the manager at the local Velmorite Casino had cut communication.

Moya sighed. The damn Firedancer act was damn near impossible to sell, even for Moya. But she'd get that poor bastard work yet. Her pseudo-daughter was not her only client these days. With Laertia getting back into The Order, Moya's ability to fund income for ship upkeep was drastically increased in importance. But that wasn't why she was actually here today.

Velmor was what she heard described as a hive of Darkness. Even with the SJO arriving to put band-aids on third degree burns, there were vast parts of the city they were in that had yet to be cleared out. All sorts of nasty stuff had been left after the enemy had been kicked out. One bit of nasty business she was here for was an alchemized device used to transmute objects. She was negotiating it out of the hands of a Hutt she was due to meet in a few hours. The Hutt had muscle. Good guns to go with that muscle too. Assembling a Spec Ops team to forcibly 'Retire' said Hutt would have been more trouble than it was worth. Besides, The Hutt might be useful down the road.

As she had never done an assignment of this sort before, she had decided to take a bath three hours before she was due to meet with him. It would calm her artificial nerves. Ideally, it would be done without blood.

Emphasis on ideally.

The Android let the warm water relax her synthetic muscles, almost in a meditative state before she sensed danger.

It had entered her room in her cheap hotel. She sensed it was humanoid.

Slowly, quietly lifting herself out of the bath, she wrapped a towl around her bare, bronze skin, hair dripping still, and grabbed the lightsaber right next to Laertia's photo (Along with the photo itself) and waited.

The bathroom door opened and Moya stared as silenced slugthrower rounds peppered the bath-tub she had been relaxing in only moments before.

When the first shooter came in, a Nautolan woman in black armor, the first thing Moya did was kill her with green lightning.

The second shooter fired an automatic shotgun, its pellets casually penetrating the walls as a cloud of metal. They missed her head but blasted open her chest, which exposed bright green blood and organs

Moya had enough time to process the fact someone 'really' wanted her dead, before leaping out from cover, the hole in her torso big enough to fit her head through, and throwing out another deadly bolt of green that insta-gibbed her attacker, a Trandoshan.

Moya wasn't able to sigh, as the wound had taken out her heart and lungs. Fortunately for the Android, it didn't matter if you took those out. It was the head you needed to go for.

(Cutaway of MCU Thanos staring pointedly at whoever is reading this)

(Thanos: I've made my cameo. Pay me.)

(Narrator pays Thanos)

Moya sighed. She also felt extremely guilty these two were dead. But she had been caught off guard. She had never willingly done this type of work before.

Her chest would soon heal itself, like it had never been injured at all. Then Moya had to wash both her own blood and the other one's blood off her before she grabbed her gear, not wanting to be here when the authorities arrived. She leapt out from a second story window, clad only in undergarments and ducked into a bombed out building, a victim of Sith Devastation, and triggered her transformation protocols.

Five minutes later, a woman quite different looking from Moya, a Togrutan Woman with red skin and a thin, athletic build emerged from the ruins, clad in loose fitting, slightly revealing garb that allowed for full Mobility.

Oh, she was going to The Hutt, alright, she thought as she activated her saber, calmly beginning her trek to meet the Hutt early.

She was gonna meet with the Hutt no matter who tried to stop her on this utterly fethed planet.

As Moya strided down deserted streets, she began to feel that danger sense everywhere...

 

[Heca Foliou]

She had learned that the way to progress and success wasn't in cruel, cold murder towards anyone she deemed worthy to have their life ripped away. A lesson taught to her by her master, Matsu Xiangu , and Heca was corrected vigorously whenever she fell out of line and behaved inappropriately. Such was the way of the Sith Order, and the Spider wished not to see her time being wasted in furthering Heca's powers and studies in the Force as a Sith. There was something to appreciate the harsh discipline from Matsu; it made Heca grow in various aspects. Not only did she see a similar perspective of life and the Galaxy as her Master, but she was learned how to counter and defend herself from Matsu's attacks although Heca did fail and submitted to defeat and pain. But in every failure there was something to learn success from it.

So here was something to learn from Velmor; a place far away from her own world that was isolated from the main theater the Galaxy engaged in.

To remain in one place and not study the unknown was rigid and regressive. Even from the Jedi, her Master explained, there was something to learn from them. Perhaps Heca would learn something from them if the opportunity came, but she had her own plans on Velmor. As always the Sith and the Jedi warred with each other, the endless cycle with no side ever vanquishing the other. The Sith made their wound on the planet in some onslaught and the Jedi, benevolent as always, came to its aid.

That wasn't exactly fit for her. She could feel the sense the flow of the Dark Side on Velmor, something that the Jedi would see corrupted and perverse. Cowards that would never understand the mysteries of the Force. Through the Dark Side she was powerful and already the Jedi threatened it. Upon Tol Velmoc mountains she had ordered, like a hivemind, a tribe of Velmoc warriors that were all under her authority through the Force. They weren't like this before she came, but now they were humbled into forced servitude. They would be ordered to intercept the Jedi and engage them. Breed more chaos, and taint Velmor with it.

Kyra Perl ​

 

[Gida'Vida]

Objective: Humanitarian Aid

Learning the Sith were still an active force within the galaxy had lowered Gida's spirits greatly. She had hoped that they'd have died with the Jedi, though the Jedi were still around so it wasn't a hard leap to expect the Sith to remain too. It didn't matter now she supposed, dwelling on it won't help those left behind from such conflicts and those people were the ones who needed help the most. War is rarely kind to people, and Sith are even less so.

She landed planet side along side a shipment of much needed supplies, generators, food, medicine, blankets, shelter, the list goes on. The transport she rode in on didn't carry it all, but it did have it's fair share of the generators. Equipment weren't going to power themselves after all! At least that's what she kept telling herself as she took the many mundane trips back and forth to unload them off the ship. She stopped after she finished unloading the transport, not something done quickly but she wasn't alone in unloading the ship. She looked up watching the ship taking its departure for more supplies, hopefully.

She was left here with nothing more then her thoughts, strangers, and a desire to help pave the way for the locals to have a future. She just hoped she did not have to do it alone.

 

[Acaadi]

Humanitarian Aid
Gida'Vida Amani Serys

From the landing pad Acaadi could see two people he recognised. First was Amani, the wallflower of a mirialan who wanted to become a healer. They had known each other for some time now. The other was the twi'lek he had very briefly met at the barbecue, right before she had been whisked away to dance.

"Oi, lad, help the droids!" came a gruff shout from behind him. Ever since his torture at the hands of a dark side cult, Acaadi had been struggling to find the ineffable confidence he had carried before. He kept away from the fighting today and it seemed that meant putting his back into carrying goods down from the shuttles.

"Hey, amani!" he called out, as he struggled to carry a pair of comtonos down from the ship.

 

[Samara Raine]

Humanitarian Aid

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Samara exited the medical tent that was part of the triage area of the Silver Mobile Surgical Unit #2. The SMSU (pronounced Simsoo for short) had been deployed from one of the Silver Jedi Order's hospital ships called the SSV Comfort. That is where Knight Raine had been assigned to for the last six months... and counting.

The Jedi Healer during this tour had been on continuous humanitarian missions all except one short R & R break back at Silver Rest on Kashyyyk where she had the opportunity to see her significant other if ever so briefly. Tyrell Caphey was a sergeant with the Antarian Rangers, the military branch of the Jedi Order. They usually were on different sides of conflict about the galaxy, though once or twice they had the luxury of serving the same mission. Though those were few and far between.

Sea green eyes looked up into the sky. It had been drizzling earlier, but now there were a few sun breaks showing through in the otherwise cloudy skies. But now it was humid from all the moisture in the air. Ugh?! The honey blonde adjusted her ponytail and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. Never again would she have her golden mane layered, long as they were framing her face, as it might look nice but just wasn't practical for her line of work. Thankfully it would grow out and Sam wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Booted feet carried the young Jedi doctor dressed in a set of healer robes towards the landing area where more supplies and personnel had just been dropped off. A warm smile graced her face as the Liann gazed upon Amani Serys , Gida'Vida , and Acaadi ; a trio of padawans looking a bit lost and probably wondering what to do next.

"Hello and welcome. I'm Samara Raine, one of the Silver Circle healers assigned to the mobile surgical unit that is set up here," Sam looked back over her shoulder, ponytail swaying just so, and pointed with her hand. Turning her head back around, the Knight addressed the group once more.

"Feel free to start helping out where you think you'll be the most helpful or see fit. There are opportunities to assist with patient care or help distribute living necessities to those affected by the invasion from the outreach center, though I'm sure there are many more if you just look around. Also, the simsoo's attached cantina has been made into a soup kitchen to feed the hungry. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me or one of the others in charge for guidance," she nodded to the Jedi padawans, then stepped over to read the labels on the many crates stacked up to see if any of them were supplies ordered for the field hospital in particular.

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[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Den Velmor cleansing
Allies: Amaly Naetre
Suspicious: CNO

"I would like to find the epicenter, if you would be so kind" Amaly asked.

The epicenter is around the remains of the castle, she thought, while being some distance away from the Miraluka. Meanwhile, as she conjured the power of the light, and her mind temporarily became hyperactive, Jessica became phosphorescent as light ichor were sticking to her nervous system like crazy, as if her neurotransmitters became magnets for light ichor, so that people around her would see her nervous system glowing through her skin. For this mission, Jessica had a plan in mind: start using Force Light in the city's outer perimeter, stay phosphorescent at some intensity that could help in cleansing the main thoroughfares, while also remaining mindful of not exhausting her energy before she reached the castle's remains. The intensity at which she would then be using Force Light would be reflected by her body's brightness: it was about fine control over her power. Too bright and she wouldn't have enough energy left to deal with the epicenter, and not bright enough and the city's outskirts wouldn't be cleansed very well. It would become clear as day to Amaly and all other Force-users in the city where she was and where she was headed since her passage left a Force-trail where the darkness was not nearly as strong.

"What's happening?" a startled ranger asked.

"I just started using Force Light: my body becoming phosphorescent is what happens to me when I start using Force Light"

 

[Amani Serys]

Humanitarian Aid
Gida'Vida | Acaadi | Samara Raine

Amani stood a little straighter, swinging around when she heard Acaadi call out. “Oh, hey!” she replied back, giving a quick wave. Seeing him struggle, she trotted over and offered a hand, “Here, lemme help.” Without really waiting for a response, she helped him take the supplies the rest of the way to the designated drop off.

Setting it down a little more carefully than the last, Amani looked back at her friend, studying him a moment before speaking up, “So, how’s… things...?” she asked a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. She’d been meaning to pry him on how his recovery had been, though it hardly ever seemed to be an appropriate time.

Amani was briefly distracted as Samara introduced herself, but eagerly listened to her, healers being something of an inspiration to the mirialan. “It’s really great to meet you, I’m Amani.” she gave a small bow, “Thanks for the tip, we’ll get right to work.” Good thing she showed up, Amani had no idea where to even begin before that. For now she turned back to Acaadi, still intent on at least a broad answer to her broad question.

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Objective: Tel Velmoc Mountains
Opposition: Children Of The New Order
Allies:SJO/Open

Into the moutains, flew the Jedi....

Kiran cleared his throat as he listened to the orders that were being given by the Jedi Master leading the venture. They were assigned to groups and different strike teams were to enter the Mountain ranges and caverns and different intervals. The moutains were being scouted and surveyed right now as well as any of them could be. He was sure the so called children of the new order would be standing outside waving their hands beckoning them to come forward. And it was to that end they all needed to be careful, however Kiran didn't need to tell anyone that. He was more than sure they were all aware of it.

Within the mountains raised another concern was their communication. He wondered if it would be enough to breach the this rocky terrain so as the speak with one another. Kiran knew the force could be used to communicate but how well given the surge of darkside energy. That was how Kiran was though, he was always trying to think of everything that could be thought of. You just never knew.....

The ship touched down after the scouts had checked back with their reports, they knew their jobs and what they were supposed to do. The key was to focus and keep their minds steady on the mission and to watch each others backs.

 

[Amaly Naetre]

Optional Objective: Den Velmor Cleansing.
Objective Tags: Jessica Med-Beq .

​

The Castle of Den Velmor was indeed the epicenter as Master Med-Beq had advised she and her small contingent of Rangers, to which Amaly turned to her with a smile and bowed her head appreciatively. With that said, they would begin their journey to the location while she could sense the growing presence of the light coming from her peer, Jessica whom was focusing on the outskirts first and would presumably meet Amaly in the center when she was done.

Den Velmor would have been a beautiful place to visit prior to the engagement with the Sith Empire, from what she could tell, now looking upon some of the ruined buildings lining the streets, infrastructure that was in the process of repair, some being torn down as they'd been too extensively ruined to salvage. The Sith were such thoughtless people, caring none for those that they affected in the pursuits of their own goals. Amaly didn't like to place judgement upon others but it was so difficult to curb her feelings and thoughts while in the presence of such a horrific aftermath...

As they neared a small congregation of civilians and other soldiers of the Order, Amaly could already hear them arguing desperately, a woman among them crying. Naturally she wished to investigate and so they briefly detoured to see what the commotion was about. Such poor people subjected to so much loss, it wasn't hard to assume their grief.

"Please Ma'am, we're desperate to see our Jaimie!
Please tell us you know where they took our Children!?".
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"I'm so sorry for what you're going through" Amaly replied to the frantic Father, his wife she presumed appeared to be being counseled by a grandparent of the lost; "Please know that we're doing everything we can to bring your children back to you..." he wanted to say more yet false hope wouldn't help them in the long run. Slaves of the Empire weren't so easily recovered and returned to their homes, and those that wouldn't become part of their numbers would sooner be executed than see their homes again.

As the man's desperation turned to anger, one of the Rangers pulled Amaly away while the soldiers already present tried to discourage the parents from acting out of fear and mourning. "That was kind of you..." One of the Rangers said to the Jedi Master, a hint of knowing in her voice; to which Amaly sighed quietly and replied, "These poor people have suffered enough...".

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Moving towards the city limits

Kyra huffed as she heaved the crate out of the supply ship, her gaze drifting towards the mountain on the edge of the city. She blinked and shook her head, trying to banish the feeling in her gut. It was nothing-- this place was riddled with Sith energy. She knew intimately how that worked.

A few ships down she heard the voices of her friends, facing off a master-- or maybe a knight? SOMEONE who looked official as they blathered about one thing or another. Kyra watched them for a moment, knowing she should join them. Instead, she found herself looking northbound again, her gaze pulling towards the mountains she had run into before. ...Just residual energy. Just a memory.

She took a step towards it, drawing up her belated excuse as she went-- Maybe she could force cleanse the location. Yeah. That's why she was following the dark pull towards the location where had once escaped to. Definitely wasn't to relive a traumatic moment and do force knows what with it. No-- Force cleanse.

That would help these people. Or perhaps just help her. Either way, she followed the streets towards the city limits, unaware of what awaited.

This place was safe now. The masters had said so.

 

[Samara Raine]

Humanitarian Aid
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"It's nice to meet you too. I hope to see you around," Sam answered Amani Serys with a friendly shake of her golden head, then the young healer went back to looking through the sea of crates. After finding six of them were for the field hospital, she loaded them onto a small utility hoversled. And of course, one had been damaged. Hopefully, nothing important was affected inside.

Samara directed the hoversled towards the medical tent. The Jedi doctor was almost to the entrance with the supplies when a landspeeder drove up in a hurried fashion and came to an abrupt halt in front of the triage area. A man jumped out from the driver's seat and frantically ran around to the other side of the vehicle to open the door of the rear compartment. He motioned for the Liann to come quickly as emotion came over him.

"Please help my wife!"

The Jedi Knight knew before she even looked inside what kind of scenario it was. Samara didn't need to use the Force to sense what was going on as the screams and curses directed at the woman's husband could only mean one thing...

Yep. A baby was about to be born. A new life for the rebirth of Velmor.

 

[Lon Vondon]

Objective: Humanitarian Aid

Lon had just received his newest assignment from the Jedi council right after he dealt with a couple of runaway mercenaries on Jakku in the western Reaches of the inner Rim. After setting the Co-ordinates to his astromech navigation Droid 4-4-4 whom he nicknamed "fours" he set out to go into hyperspace right outside of the planets orbit.

As The N-wing descended onto the planets surface he could feel the ever so subtle darkness that had befallen the capital. It didn't take a highly skilled force sensitive to know that Sith energy had riddled the place to the point you could feel it in the plant life. He had heard about the battle of the Capital City of Velmor while he was on Coruscant despite this not being his first humanitarian mission it still surprised him how much different it was to see the carnage and destruction of war as opposed to hearing about it.

Once he had fully descended the N-Wing and lowered the ramp. He began to grab the cargo that beared essential medical supplies for the injured civilians.

At the bottom of the ramp he came across Amani Serys Samara Raine and Acaadi judging by the garb that they wore they were healers from the healer corp on Silvers Rest accompanying them was a blue female Twi'lek from accounts of the Jedi Files that came with the dossier transmission that came with the assignment was Gida'Vida

"You guys wouldn't mind helping me with all this cargo would you? There is more at the back of the ship. I am Lon Vondon by the way. The council sent me to help out. Once all the medical supplies are on the ground we can do proper introductions" he said warmly while visibly struggling with the box in his arms
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[Acaadi]

Samara Raine Amani Serys Lon Vondon Gida'Vida

"Not brilliant," he replied to Amani earnestly. "Ever since the..."

Acaadi didn't spell out the capture and the torture. Amani had been there. She didn't need it and he didn't want to say it.

"It feels like it's taking too long for things to be...as they were." Acaadi hadn't realised that they wouldn't go back that way again.

Acaadi turned towards Lon as he arrived.

"Of course I can help. Amani do you want to do some unloading of supplies or..." he looked after Samara and the cries from the medical tents. "...do you need to go help?"

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Den Velmor cleansing
Allies: Amaly Naetre

In this field of ruins, whatever survivors were left were falling prey to a vast array of negative emotions that fed the dark side around that field: grief, fear and despair being the most commonly encountered emotions, and lots of suffering of different kinds. Yes, there were people whose children were saved, but they were mentally scarred because of what transpired to the Velmoc: in fact, some of them were to recover elsewhere. Like H'ratth or Kwenn. However, those who were taken in by the Sith, would likely be somewhere on Bastion or on some other theater where the Sith Civil War was being fought. Here it seemed that she needed to keep her neural activity under control or else her phosphorescence would win out over the burst she needed to keep some energy in reserve for the castle. As she advanced deeper into the city, passing by the now-derelict police headquarters, she could sense that another Jedi was covering another area with the light. A much-needed light beacon, well, two of these, in fact, but it was difficult to come to terms with their losses. Yet, Jessic could feel the dark side was tentacular in its structure as a nexus, so that was the reason for seeking out the epicenter.