listen close, listen well

Can you hear them? They sing, they cry, they live, they die And they do it all for us Listen close and listen well, my friends We've come to the edge, again Lost it all, ever since The end, the end

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya couldn’t believe she had hit him hard enough to where he stumbled back, she stayed on the floor for a moment slightly coughing. She was relieved for the distraction she would need to stall for as long as it would take for Axton and the others to show up which wasn’t soon enough. She was still stuck with this tall and strong man who could break her like a twig she finally got to her feet and tried to figure out what to do. She looked at all the parts that weren’t covered by the armor she was positive she wouldn’t get out of this easily maybe he was merciful she didn’t know.

She had no way of defending herself besides her hands and that didn’t seem to do much to begin with she knew she must have hurt him enough but it didn’t matter. “Just surrender it’ll be easier for you then we won’t have to fight, ” she tried backing up until her back hit the wall behind her. She swore where the kriff was Axton? He should have been here by now and she wasn’t sure if she could even stall him or if he would let her, she doubted he would even talk to her right now.

Axton followed the signal swearing because they were so far away “did anyone contact Lord Ren?” he asked a trooper nodded. “Yes corporal, he said to not let anyone on or off the planet until he arrived the General is also on his way” his stomach dropped the general? Why in the kriff was he coming here? He tried not to panic. “We need to hurry if anything happens to her it’s our necks” he said to the other troopers who had no idea about her relation to the general.

As he moved along the street people cleared the way he saw a cap laying there and picked it up this was definitely Aya’s they were getting closer. He was starting to feel relief until he saw a first order shuttle his stomach dropped that had to be the general and Lord Ren both scared the kriff out of him. He took a deep breath and looked down at his datapad the signal was starting to get stronger “shouldn’t be much farther set your blasters to lethal we have no idea where he is.”

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Surrender? Really. Sithspit on a karking stick, what is this kid thinking? She doesn't even have a blaster.

"Really, kid? If we fought, you wouldn't even stand a chance. Come on, try and hit me. I won't even hit back." At this point, he's mostly just exasperated, and though he worries a little about the 'troopers, he's relatively sure he can just lose them again.

With a stutter in his heart, he remembers being on the other end of this exact scenario with his ori'vod; well, not exactly- little Kal'tra had tried to steal one of Atin's blasters, and it hadn't worked out- but Atin had said the exact same thing to him when he'd threatened to fight the vod for the weapon.

It's a strange thing to remember, especially now, especially here, but he remembers it all the same, and he sighs internally as he realizes he really won't be able to hurt the kid now. Sure she's made some shit choices, joining up with the FO of all things, but she's still just a kid.

And if he were to hurt a kid, he'd be dar'Manda. And nothing is worth that, not after his Clan took him in. He'd die before failing the resol'nare so badly.

Fuck, he realizes, things just got so much more complicated.

Karking stupid di'kut of an officer. Couldn't have picked literally any other time to come to this planet...

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya should have been paying better attention she felt like such an idiot for begging her cousin to go out into the field like this. She should have known better she should listened to Armitage he was right, she should have at least waited a couple more years before she decided to go out into the field. She clearly lacked the experience she needed to even be out here in the first place she shook her head. She stopped for a moment to compose herself after a couple more seconds she finally began to slowly walk.

Once she rounded the corner, she saw the armored figure emerge wrapping a large and strong arm around her throat. This was it, she felt utterly helpless her vision began to blur as she struggled to get out of the grasp she was in. In a last ditch effort she elbowed where she could see wasn’t covered in armor she repeatedly hit the figure’s lower half. Judging from the strength and height she knew this was a man and a strong one at that She was scared no terrified.

She was positive she couldn’t hold on for much longer and she hoped her fighting would at least do something. She couldn’t even talk or try to tell him to stop, she prayed to the maker that Axton would show up in time, but she knew they were far away she began to panic this was the last thing she expected.

Axton kept following the signal they were still so far away and he was worried he had no idea where the armored man was. And she was the last one to see where he went not only that, but he had a feeling something was wrong “set your blasters to lethal now” he ordered as the troopers came up behind him.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The first and second flails miss anything important, but the third nails him right on the hipbone, which hurts quite a bit. He hisses several uncomplimentary things about the officer's lineage and choice of career in Mando'a, half-hopping and half-stumbling back. This is why there aren't any sharp corners on the Shereshoy.

Ouch.

Okay. He'd intended to be as gentle and nonviolent as he could, because he has no idea if this kid has even held a blaster before, but now-

.... no, he still can't bring himself to actually hit her. Karking sith hells, when he was her age he'd have decked her and been done with it, maybe clobbered her with one of the many planks of wood laying around. He's getting soft in his old age.

It's a good thing Atin isn't here to see this. The vod would be so disappointed. He'd make that face and he wouldn't scold Kal'tra, no, but he'd sigh and do this little head shake and- and he's getting distracted.

Maybe he can just let her try and hit him until her 'troopers arrive, and then throw her at them? She's small enough he could probably do it. And unless she has a holdout blaster in her boot, which given her inexperience he doubts, then he doesn't think she's actually armed... ugh. Sith lord's saggy left testicle, why does his conscience have to be so damn loud at the worst times?

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

[ayakallusnarjus]

Axton was irritated with the kriffing troopers “you will find her or you won’t have just me to worry about, ” he warned as the troopers frantically looked around a signal anything to find out where she was. “We found her Corporal” Axton sighed in relief thank the maker only problem was where at least he knew he would live today so that was a start. Axton pulled out his Comm and spoke it into it “Lieutenant are you alright?” he asked

Aya shook her head as she looked around nothing but boxes she couldn’t see any workers anywhere she couldn’t find armor anywhere. Her mind was screaming to run before anything bad happened, but she was much too tired to even think of running at the moment. She reached down for her commlink and found it in her pocket, relieved to find it in one piece and it seemed to be working.

She at least had that going for her as she slowly rounded the corner, she heard Axton’s familiar voice and jumped “yes, I’m fine but I lost them” she replied. “Stay where you are, we’re coming to get you” she sighed, disappointed in herself that she had let them get away. She sat on a nearby crate and put her Comm away her legs were burning and her hair had come out of its bun she probably looked like bantha shit. But the way she looked couldn’t compare to how she felt right now, but it was too late, she would have to report to Kylo Ren and tell him herself that the Jedi had gotten away.

She stood up no there had to someone in here they couldn’t have disappeared into thin air there was no way this had to be the place they were hiding. “I know you’re in here, ” she called as she passed the crates “just surrender it’ll be easier for you, ” she said trying to get them to come out. She was growing more and more curious as to who was behind the armor it was unlike anything she’d ever seen.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Once the officer is dealt with, he'll have to find some way of getting back to the Shereshoy and getting off-surface; he's pretty sure he can get the ship away from the planet and the system, she's a maneuverable little thing and he hadn't seen the imposing shadow of a Star Destroyer during his mad dash through the city, so there probably isn't any major deterrent to his escape once he's off the ground.

He just has to get to the ship first, which could be... interesting, now that the 'troopers are beginning to close in on his temporary hiding place. But he'll manage.

Footsteps.

Beroya is patient. He waits in his hiding place, listening closely to track where the officer moves. He'd already been very still, but he goes even more so when he hears another voice. How did someone else get in without- oh. Comm.

Well that's handy, he decides, and tilts onto the balls of his feet in anticipation as he hears her draw closer. She passes his hiding place, and he launches himself out, wrapping an arm around her throat. He feels momentarily bad about it- she's so damn young- but then he remembers the sorts of atrocities the First Order commits and doesn't feel particularly bad anymore.

Still; he does his best to choke her out quickly. No need to hurt her more than necessary, after all.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya was starting to get tired and she had no idea where she was everything looked empty, there were no longer people around and she couldn’t believe she had gone this far. In the second it took her to look at her surroundings, she realized she had lost the figure “kriff” she growled under her breath. This was no time to get angry or lose her composure, she wouldn’t get anything done that way. She couldn’t believe this was how her first patrol went it was insane, she sighed and took a moment to catch her breath the moment didn’t last long as she now had to find the armored figure.

She looked in every single building not caring that she was disturbing the people that were working they had no idea how important this was. Most of them glared at her and it wasn’t anything new for her, she knew how they felt about the first order the same way everyone else did. But it didn’t matter, she was about to give up when she saw one more building it looked like a warehouse everything in her screamed not to go in. But she had to so she opened the door looking around cautiously looking around, she didn’t have a weapon, but she had her hand to hand training.

Axton swore “what do you mean you can’t find her?” he hissed under his helmet angry at the incompetence of these troopers. Is this really the best the general could offer? For the safety of his own cousin, but it wasn’t their fault she decided to run off and leave them all behind. He could imagine Hux’s angry face and even that sent a chill down his spine nobody wanted to mess with the general. “Corporal!” a trooper called Axton turned around and saw the trooper holding a blaster in his hand that was Aya’s blaster he swore under his breath. Not only was she alone, she now didn’t have a weapon “are all the spaceports shut down?” he asked the trooper who nodded. “Yes the Jedi won’t get away that easily” the trooper replied that was the least of his problems right now.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Now that he's been waiting for a minute or two with no sign of the young officer or the 'troopers, things besides 'danger danger danger' have started to filter in. Things like; his shoulder really karking hurts! It's more than likely just a bruise, but he rolls it with a muttered '...ow' all the same, just to check. It moves fine. Good; it won't impede his fighting.

Kal'tra doesn't really have a plan. He probably should have started with that, making the plan, but in fairness things were a little bit chaotic. Now he has a minute to breathe, he can start to analyze.

The officer didn't seem experienced, haring off after him like that, but she also seemed important, judging by the marks of rank the 'troopers had- at least, he thinks they had; he didn't get a good look- and how long they kept up for. He's not sure what that means, but it's almost definitely nothing he wants to mess with. (He's not actually entirely certain the officer is a woman, but the voice he heard yelling after him sounded feminine. He'll go with that until he's corrected.)

So, best bet is a distraction; if she has a comm or something, he can knock her out and leave her to be collected by her men. He can tell her 'troopers that he's waiting for a hand-off, their superior in exchange for a deal or something, but actually sneak past while they're headed to get her...

If she doesn't have a comm, well, that's trickier, but still workable. He'll just have to hack the in-bucket- helmet, in-helmet frequency that he knows most 'troopers use.

The door creaks open, and he stays very still behind the pile of crates he's chosen as cover. He'll wait for her to get closer before attacking, he decides, to try and catch her off-guard.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya panted, but didn’t slow down this person should not have a weapon like that it was far too dangerous for anyone to have. She nearly lost the armored figure around a corner, but then she heard a bang and continued to run she was determined to get that weapon away she knew Kylo Ren would want it. She couldn’t let them get away, she ran through the streets and tried not to shove anyway, but she was getting annoyed by how many people were in the way. “Move!” she shouted, losing her cap as she shoved through the crowd luckily this person stood out amongst the other people.

Axton tried to keep up, but he couldn’t whoever was behind that armor was fast, but he was angry with the rest of the troopers who had slowed down. “Close off all exits, stop all air traffic no one gets in or out of this city until that Jedi is found’ the trooper quickly got on his commlink. “Someone contact Lord Ren he needs to know about this I’m going to need a small squad to split up to try and find the lieutenant she’ll need help. He was one of the few people who knew about her relation to Hux and if anything happened to her Hux would slaughter him he was sure of it.

The people that were trying to go to the spaceport complained as the troopers said all traffic was cut off. The citizens that Aya shoved out of the way glared at her as she ran in and out of them as the streets became less crowded she knew how dangerous this really was. She hadn’t thought about the situation she just reacted and she knew this was a bad idea yet she continued. “Stop! There’s no where else to run” Aya shouted after the figure hoping that they would actually stop running and surrender.

She didn’t want to use her blaster, but had a feeling she might have to she reached down to her holster and to her horror felt nothing. Kriff! She must have lost it when she took off, she was now in big trouble she had no weapons and was chasing after someone who could very well kill her and easily.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

A glance behind him revealed that the stormtroopers had peeled off, no doubt to try and lock down the city. It wouldn't work, not with how few they were, but it's a passable effort.

His heart trips a little in his chest. Atin would be disappointed in the stromtrooper's training. He and his vod'e had always had very exacting standards for all manner of skirmishes... but this isn't the time to be thinking about his ori'vod. Not if he wants to keep focused.

The little officer is very determined, and he's starting to tire; there's only so long he can run before his armor becomes detrimental to his continued efforts. He's already losing height on his jumps, when he goes over an obstacle. Maybe it's time to turn this situation around instead?

He ducks around a corner and starts to look for ideal hunting grounds; there are a few likely candidates, but one massive building catches his eye. A warehouse?

When he tries the door, the inside is packed with rows upon rows of shipping crates, and the lighting is poor and patchy. Excellent.

Oya, he thinks to himself, and disappears inside, leaving the door temptingly open behind him.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

[ayakallusnarjus]

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Aya asked her cousin as he put on his coat “yes, I will be fine, I have the finest troopers to assist you today” Hux smiled a rare smile. Today was to be Aya’s first patrol since she had just graduated from the academy the simple rank of lieutenant. But he still couldn’t let anyone know that was his cousin it was far too dangerous she would be a target and he didn’t want that. “Alright Armitage I’m off” Aya excitedly said as she left his quarters heading down to the hangar where she met the troopers.

Among the troopers was her best friend Axton she was lucky he was coming along, but she couldn’t deny that she was really nervous. She shook her head nothing would happen, it was a simple patrol if something were to happen she would be perfectly safe. Her cousin’s words assured her as she she got on the shuttle to transport them to their destination. Once they arrived, she waited for the ramp to drop and stepped off looking around, she adjusted her cap and took out her datapad looking through her assignment.

As they checked the streets and citizens nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary until Aya noticed an armored figure, but what she noticed the most was what was in their hand. She was shocked speechless after all, the only thing she’d seen that was a little similar to what was in the figure’s hand was Kylo Ren’s sword. She’d only heard the name once and the name was a Jedi it was almost forbidden to speak such a word. She never thought she would ever see one outside of Kylo Ren, but here one was right in front of her, she didn’t even know what to do for a moment.

That was when the figure ran “Jedi blast em!” Axton yelled as the troopers ran in the figure’s direction Aya saw the flash of the armor and ran where they going. She silently cursed not believing that she was doing this, but nevertheless she needed to see where they were going. “Stop!” she shouted, making sure they could hear her, she jumped over some crates that were in the way and ran through the maze like alleys she swore. How could they move so fast in that armor?! And she was finding it harder and harder to keep up.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

This, Beroya thinks, is not ideal.

It's also not the worst situation he'd been in- the thing with the slime swamp and the massive, gooey tookas was pretty hard to beat, in terms of 'bad' and 'awful' and 'disgusting'- but it's definitely. Hm.

Not ideal. He'll leave it at that.

Left, left, right, left, down, under that bridge, left, up-and-right, oops that's a closed door-

He collides shoulder-first with a solid durasteel door, because much as he had tried to skid to a stop it hadn't really worked. Something in his shoulder crunches, but it's not dislocated and no bones are broken so it can wait. He keeps running. There's probably a dent in the door now, he'll go back and apologize later, maybe, if there's time.

For now he pauses in an intersection, secure enough in his head start to take a moment to get his bearings. Most of the troopers have fallen back, but there's a single woman in officer's dress that's almost keeping up with him, so he can't head for the Shereshoy yet; he has to lose his pursuers first.

Kal'tra breathes, and he has a few seconds before he'll need to move again, and it might be better to head for the inner city- no, something in the back of his mind says, city outskirts.

So he turns right and keeps running, even as the streets become less busy and the buildings gradually further apart.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.

Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.

He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.

So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.

If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.

This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.

Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.

And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.

He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.

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Kal'tra Norac

Basics

Species; Human Gender; Male, he/him Age; 51 (ish) Force Sensitive? Yes

Appearance

Height; 6'0" Skin Tone; Faded tan Tattoos/Scars; Being a Mandalorian, he has his share of scars. The most prominent one is the massive burn across his ribs. Many of the others are noteworthy in either size or prominence, but none share the depth of trauma that one does. As for tattoos, he has a few, but no big ones; a small star on the side of his neck, a ring around his bicep of the Resol'nare, and a little mythosaur skull on the back of his left hand. Eyes; Very dark brown. Hair; Also dark brown, slowly going grey. Posture; You know those old-timey Westerns with the sheriffs that stand with one hip cocked and one hand on their holster? It's like that. Think 'cowboy'. Dress; Mandalorian armor. The chest and backplates, helmet, left pauldron, and bracers are all beskar. The rest is plain metal. It's painted primarily black (for justice), with the beskar pauldron left silver/grey (for mourning), a dark forest green as a secondary color (for duty), and gold accents (for vengeance). Also, a short cloak of faded grey fabric, with a hood. Weapons/Tools; Aside from a pair of blasters and his inherited(?) saber, he also has a grappling hook, bracer-mounted crossbow, a solid dozen knives (not including throwing knives), an extendable sword in his boot, two different backup blasters, a bracer-mounted tazer, and a jetpack. Plus a dozen more details in his armor and undersuit that could make decent shivs in a pinch.

Attitude

Personality; As long as you're sticking to the topic of hiring him, he's calm and direct. He doesn't take shit but he won't give it either, usually. In casual conversation, he's pretty chill, if a man of few words. If he's pissed off, he turns into ice; very still, very quiet, very cold. Generally, he tries to be a decent sort, but the long and short of it is his Clan needs to be fed, and he'll do what he needs to do in order to get the credits he needs to do that. Likes; Animals, especially tookas. Would have one if they didn't cost credits he can give to his Clan. Enjoys word games- not the ones where you talk, but like. Space Scrabble. If he's home, sometimes he'll sit down for a while and end up in a pile of foundlings, and this is his most favorite thing ever because it reassures him his Clan is happy and safe, which is all he wants out of life. Dislikes; The Empire, the First Order, the Jedi, the Republic- basically any authority. A little fond of the Rebellion, but mostly because several of his Clan were involved in it in some way, and ends up disliking them when they become/merge with the New Republic. Hates, hates, hates the paperwork that comes with having a registered ship, and a bounty-hunting license, and a 'religious exemption' for having his weapons in most cities, and, and, and.... the stuff is endless. Give him an entire krayt dragon over paperwork, any day. Strengths; Excellent at keeping secrets. He's a very good shot and very skilled in improvised weaponry and hand to hand. Basically, he's best in a fight. He knows how to make the battlefield work for him, and uses it to his advantage frequently. Weaknesses; Excellent at keeping secrets. This includes from people that probably actually should know them. While he's great in a fight, his social skills are... somewhat lacking, and he has about as much charm as a dented left pauldron. He also tends to be brutally honest. If kids are in danger, he will drop whatever else he was doing to help them, which means, unfortunately, that several rivals have used kids as bait. They get what's coming to them.

Other

Ship; The Shereshoy Crew; None Droid(s); 3T-T3, "Ettie", a pit droid head with thrusters attached so she can float. He rescued her from the junk heap on some backwater planet. Color(s); Charcoal and gold.

Force

Rank; N/A Force Side; Light? Saber(s); One, yellow single-blade, Oracle hilt. When the Jedi that was supposed to take him to the Temple was killed, Kal'tra took the saber from his body, like the Force said he should. He's kept it ever since. It's not his, not really, but he can't let it go, either. Master; N/A Padawan; N/A Company; N/A Company Color(s); N/A Commander; N/A Troops; N/A

Skills

Force Skills; Minimal to none. Mostly it just gives him faster reaction time, better instincts, a hint of trouble before trouble happens. Sometimes, very rarely, a vision. Saber Skills; Uhhh. Poor? He's not very practiced with it. He keeps expecting it to have weight that it doesn't have, because he's more used to swords. It takes him a few swings, but usually he can get used to it enough to defend himself in a fight. Can't deflect blaster bolts or anything fancy, though. Other Skills; He's actually a very good cook. Years of working with what he had, making things that should taste like shit taste at least bearable, and using things that are probably only just safe for consumption means that he's very experienced in getting the best flavors out of what he's making. Just don't ask him to bake. He's not great at that.

Kal'tra Norac, as created in artbreeder.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

His surroundings blur past, only glimpses as he runs, dodging blaster fire and the occasional falling boulder. These are some very determined droids; he’s already run the full way around this city twice.  He doesn’t understand why they’re still after him. He’s already told them he’s no Jedi. 

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// what the fuck am i supposed to do with this. i- 

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Ilum is cold, always. It’s a frozen planet, practically all the way to the core, and even when the sun is up it’s far too easy to become one of the many frozen corpses in the icy landscape. 

In the ruins of the ancient Jedi Temple that once called the planet home, there are many hidden secrets. The deceptively sparse caves hide thousands upon thousands upon thousands of shimmering Kyber crystals, to say nothing of whatever Jedi secrets may hide within them. 

And, in one cave, long-forgotten, a relic of the ages, stand eleven carbon-frozen figures, watching over the caves of Ilum in an eternal, unseeing vigil. 

Starter for @ayanarjus-astanerthus

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya was relieved they weren’t dead, but she still didn’t trust him or feel at peace right now. She was cold, scared, lost, tired and hungry she gasped when he said he should kill her. She let out a breath of air when he said he wouldn’t, but it did little to reassure her.

She had no idea how comfort him or if she should say anything at all. “I’m not sure what happened either and there’s nothing I can say to you about any of that. I wasn’t even born then and the only way I know about that is from my own father.” Even though it didn’t exactly matter in this circumstance but she still felt bad. He truly has no idea what happened and had been trapped down here for years.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Turning back to her, he tilts his head, and considers his next move. His men have packed up as many crystals as they can carry, and he quietly asks them to help the other troopers up. 

“You’ve a ship, haven’t you? You must have, to get here. Where is it?” He’s tempted to mention that she looks cold, but he refrains; if necessary he can point it out if she refuses to point him towards it. There’s no point in them freezing to death here, after all. 

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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[ayakallusnarjus]

The other Jedi looked troubled as well, but knew Aya was right. The council could send supplies, but that would be all they'd do for them. "These tents are hardly sturdy or clean even though we clean them every day. If anything, it's making them sicker food is scarce too."

"Maybe some of us could go hunting for food and gather herbs while the others try and find more ground." That was a good idea they should have gone out sooner than this. But there was still so much they had to cover in regards to the refugees. Aya took a breath "but even if we do find a place how are we going shelter them?"

Her fellow Jedi all stopped talking, "she's right and we don't have much cloth left for the tents." They all looked up when Solaran said he had an idea "what did you have in mind?" They asked. Aya looked at him and suddenly felt bad for the way the she treated him this morning.

But she would be damned if she was going to apologize especially now. She did, however smile when she saw the children coming over.

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Shrugging, he glances to the side. “Any of you ever been to Tatooine? There’s entire cities carved out of the rock faces. Our lightsabers are just the sort of tool that might allow us to do something similar for the refugees. The caves around here aren’t stable, but we could make our own, if we’re careful.” 

He’s so busy thinking about how it would work, considering the logistics of it, that he doesn’t notice his slip of the tongue. He’s usually more alert, but in fairness to him, he’s never been around so many other Jedi- baby Jedi, at that- at once. 

The children, the same two that have really attached themselves to him, creep up behind him and cling to his legs. One of them wanders around him, poking at anything that seems interesting nearby, whether that be crates, tents, or supplies. 

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Ilum is cold, always. It’s a frozen planet, practically all the way to the core, and even when the sun is up it’s far too easy to become one of the many frozen corpses in the icy landscape. 

In the ruins of the ancient Jedi Temple that once called the planet home, there are many hidden secrets. The deceptively sparse caves hide thousands upon thousands upon thousands of shimmering Kyber crystals, to say nothing of whatever Jedi secrets may hide within them. 

And, in one cave, long-forgotten, a relic of the ages, stand eleven carbon-frozen figures, watching over the caves of Ilum in an eternal, unseeing vigil. 

Starter for @ayanarjus-astanerthus

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya looked up at him when his eyes changed back to normal and didn’t move an inch from her spot. When he started speaking a different language. Her comrades lay in a row tied up but no one was hurt yet that didn’t mean she felt at ease.

Peace? How was she going to be at peace at a time like this?! It just wasn’t possible. She’d finally had enough and slightly snapped. “How am I supposed feel at peace?! You’ve taken out my entire squad I need to get out of here. What could you possibly want with us?” She glared at Zaniah trying to put on a brace face.

She couldn’t blame him for being angry if anything she would be upset as well. But she didn’t want to be in here it was getting cold her ears were numb. She could have been back at base with a warm meal and her bunk.

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Raising an eyebrow, he blinks, reaching for his inner calm and only partially succeeding. “They are alive. I can’t-” he has to stop, breathe, suppress the tremor that wants to make it’s way into his voice. “I can’t kill them. I suppose I could kill you, but I won’t. It isn’t the Jedi way.” 

Turning away from her- he’s not really worried about what she could do to him, not with his vod’e around him and how her anxiety is still almost palpable in the air. He sighs. “Everything I knew is gone. I don’t know what happened, but I do know that the Jedi were no traitors. I intend to find out the truth.” And topple this First Order, but she doesn’t need to know that. 

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Corran Tsebate

Basics

Species; Human? He was born in Wild Space and nobody really knows and he doesn’t remember, so Gender; Male, he/him Age; 30 Force-sensitive? No

Appearance

Height; 6′0″ Skin Tone; Tan Tattoos/Scars; A tattoo of some sort of unknown writing that runs from his temple over his eye and stops at his mouth Eyes; Brown, almost black Hair; Black, wavy Posture; Slouched, sometimes with a stiff spine and shoulders back (usually when he’s angry) Dress; Simple shirt, spacer’s pants, leather jacket and a set of podracer goggles. Also really fancy combat boots.  Weapons/Tools; A blaster and some flashbangs; he’s not super focused on weapons. Most of his tinkering goes to his ship. 

Attitude

Personality; He’s pretty calm, and tends to want to see both sides of something before giving his opinion on it. He prefers to act confident and laid-back but there’s always a vaguely hunted air underneath, like he’s running from something.  Likes/Dislikes; He enjoys adding to and tending his collection of books- the kind made of actual flimsi- that he keeps in his cabin. He also makes a hobby out of growing plants, and he loves the life they bring to an otherwise gloomy ship. He hates swimming, mostly because he can’t, and he doesn’t like people being right behind him.  Strengths/Weaknesses; While he’s good at nurturing things, plants, animals, and people alike, and would have made a better healer than a smuggler, there’s something deep in his mind that refuses to let him stay in one place for too long, and drives him to be constantly on the move. Not a great thing for someone that would do better setting down roots someplace. 

Other

Droid(s); Baska, an old R2 unit that doesn’t remember anything before Corran found her buried in the sand on Tatooine Ship; the Dancing Star Crew; None Color(s); Earth tones, with some vivid turquoise thrown in

Occupation; Smuggler Side of the war; Tries to stay neutral

[ Massimiliano Neri ]

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya wanted so desperately to tell him she didn't need his help but she didn't he was right. With a frown, she picked up the bowl and slowly ate the stew it really did taste good. What made her angry was how he didn't seem to care that she was irritated. She left in an angry huff and looked about the refugees there were more and more everyday.

They were all huddled in a tent that was much too small for them. She met up with a few of the Jedi and sat in a circle with them. "There's so many refugees this place is too small for them, we have to do something" Aya said. The Jedi all agreed "of course, but what should we do?" Aya thought for a second. This war was only going to bring in more poor souls that needed help.

"We should try and talk to the council I'm sure they could help us." One Jedi suggested but they all almost disagreed. "They sent us out here because they knew we could handle ourselves." Aya hardly felt they were making a dent in the refugees' numbers as more and more came in. She felt a bit overwhelmed and needed a break from everything she just felt so troubled.

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He listens to her stomp off, and shrugs. The kids give him a weird look, but when he smiles at them they smile back, and he doesn’t sense any distress, so he figures they’re fine. 

He’s.... surprisingly fine, too. The ball of emotions-he-doesn’t-understand is gone, and all he feels is surprisingly aloof. Concerned for the baby Jedi, yes, and her peers, and for the refugees, but the guilt that’s been plagueing him is gone. And good riddance to it, he thinks. 

Now all he has to do is figure out how to provide more stable housing for the refugees.  Well, now’s as good a time as any to talk to the Jedi about carving into the cliffs, he supposes. It’s not like there’s much more to do in regards to healing the refugees. With this in mind, he goes and- lucky him- finds them already in a huddle discussing what to do. 

“I might have an idea,” he comments in a pause of their conversation, leaning against the pole of one of the sturdier tents and crossing his arms. 

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

@aurora-phoenix-andromeda

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya looked up when she saw a bowl be placed in front of her. She resisted the urge to glare at him and took a deep breath. "Thank you but I'm not quite hungry right now" the jedi around her looked at her. Aya was always hungry that's when they shifted their gaze to Soralan. The female jedi all gave Aya sly looks making her glare at them.

Feeling the tense atmosphere suddenly grow the Jedi finished quickly and left. Aya wanted to throw the stew in his face and leave, but that wasn't the Jedi way. The Jedi way wasn't working for her right now, especially for her mood. She could picture her mother scolding her for her attitude. She always hated the horrible politics and had to dig deep to not say anything.

But she did smile and wave to the children that were seated around Solaran. She was glad they had something to eat as food seemed harder to come by. She looked at the other Jedi leaving wondering if they'd met anyone. She'd hardly talked to them since leaving the temple or even spent time with them. She looked at the refugees and watched as the Jedi started their healing.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Watching the other Jedi leave and go about their business, he shrugs. “Suit yourself. But healing is a lot easier on a full stomach, whether you’re hungry or not.” He continues to eat leisurely, apparently unconcerned with the distinctly irritable air that Aya was projecting. 

Both children look uncertainly between him and the Jedi. He pats one’s head uncertainly, because he doesn’t want them to be afraid, and gets bit for the trouble. Gently, yes, but he takes the hint and returns to his food. 

The refugees will need more than their tents and ramshackle huts to survive for long out here. It’s not safe to go back to their villages yet, so that’s not an option. And the caves aren’t, either, that’s for certain. Perhaps he should explore a little further down the canyon. If nothing else, he vaguely remembers that a settlement on Tatooine that carved homes out of canyon walls. It’ll take longer, but hopefully easier with the Jedi’s lightsabers, if he can get them to agree...

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

@aurora-phoenix-andromeda

[ayakallusnarjus]

The next morning, Aya had awoken early and couldn't sleep very well. She couldn't stop thinking about the little scuffle she had Soralan. She wondered if she should try and apologize to him for prying and trying to help. Her mother was right not everyone wanted or needed her help and she shouldn't have asked. It hurt worse knowing that someone who was capable of the force didn't need her help.

She left her room and checked on her fellow Jedi who were still asleep, she wished her mother was here. Maybe she shouldn't have left the temple, maybe she wasn't even ready. She went and sat on the edge of a cliff and meditated to clear her head. This felt exactly like her first lesson as a Padawan she had been so confused then. It wasn't any different now she wondered what Master would say. Or even Master Obi Wan it was strange to think they had been in the same exact place she'd been.

She opened her eyes when she felt the sunshine on her face and sighed. At least the warmth felt familiar, but she still felt troubled. She stood up and left to eat breakfast, but she hardly ate then either.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

Soralan hadn’t exactly slept, but he’d meditated for a good few hours, so he’s feeling better than he had been yesterday. Technically it isn’t proper sleep, but he knows if he tried that he’d just have nightmares, and then he wouldn’t even be a little rested. 

He’s passing by with a group of children that are chattering excitedly about something that he can’t follow- he thinks something to do with rocks and catapults?- when he sees the baby Jedi picking at her food. He frowns. 

It doesn’t take long to gather some more, two bowls of stew that he doesn’t want to know the contents of but tastes excellent. He slides into a seat across from Aya and sets one of the bowls down in front of her, ignoring the two little ones that settle against his legs, eating their own food. 

“You should eat,” he says simply, beginning to do just that himself. 

[ayakallusnarjus]

Aya and Depa Billaba stood outside the spaceport a little shuttle with several Jedi was ready to depart. The newly knighted Aya was off to Ryloth to help the planet's people. Aya was nervous regardless she'd never been so far away from her mother before. Depa sensed that Aya was nervous and hugged her daughter ignoring Aya's protests.

Aya stopped protesting and hugged her mother back "I'm going to miss you so much." Depa smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind Aya's ear "I am so proud of you my dear. I know you're nervous I was when I first left the temple but you will be fine we will keep in touch." A light honk sounded from the shuttle that meant it was time to leave.

Aya started to head towards the shuttle but soon turned around to give her mother one more hug. Depa kissed Aya's head "I love you" she whispered "I love you too mother" Aya whispered back. She climbed onto the shuttle and looked out the viewport to see her mother wave. Aya waved back and put her hood up taking a seat next to the other jedi.

They all chattered excitedly while she remained quiet, she closed her eyes to take a nap. After several restless cycles she could finally see the planet Ryloth finally they were here. Aya nearly jumped off the shuttle to look around this was going to be her home for a while.

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[ayakallusnarjus]

As he explained that he didn't think it would be that dangerous Aya raised a brow. She figured that was a good enough reason but wished he would have asked someone to help.She looked in shock as he practically shut her down on the spot and her mouth dropped open. She knew it she knew she'd gone too far and immediately stood up feeling angry.

"Do you not think I know how bad things are?!" She shouted. "I wanted to help you because you're one of us, but I guess I'm too naive for that too." She walked away and returned to the other Jedi who happily greeted her. "Where were you? We almost couldn't distract Master Billaba." Aya sighed "helping where it isn't needed." She would have to avoid him now give him some space.

She returned to her room and called her mother venting her frustration. "Aya not everyone is going to agree with the Jedi way. Not only that, but they won't want your help it is something we have all faced. I had the same problem as you I was far too worried about helping people. And when they didn't want my help I became frustrated don't let it bother you." Aya sat on her bed as Depa smiled "I have heard that the refugees have been getting better help."

Aya returned the smile, "I'd love to talk more mother, but it has been a long day. Goodbye Mother I love you, " she watched as the hologram of her mother switched off.

[aurora-phoenix-andromeda]

“I’m not one of you!” he yells after her, and then shakes his head. Baby Jedi. This is why he stays away from their Order; they tend to focus on helping so much that they forget it’s not always the best thing to do. Sometimes people need to help themselves, and sometimes they really don’t need help, and any attempts to help are just making things worse. 

But that’s just him stewing in a bad mood. He would feel bad about upsetting the Jedi, but he believes that it’s something she needs to hear- and better to hear it now, from someone she doesn’t know and won’t destroy a friendship with, than further along in the war, when it might get people killed.  He hates that it’s necessary. He wishes that she could live in peacetime, when she would be sent on missions where that intense drive to help would be actually helpful. But those are just wishes, and there’s a war for him to clean up after. He can’t just sit in the dirt and daydream. 

Nodding firmly to himself, he stands up, and makes his way back to the camp.