#nexusofmany

[sourforce]

“ Uuuggghhhhh-- ” Lyra groaned as she faceplanted into the mattress of the bed. “ If I read one more article about the nature of the Force in regards to healing plants I’m going to actually die. ” She was on leave and being on leave meant back to Padawan classes and assignments. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was to read up on providing medical assistance to plants of all things, but according to her friends there was always one class that was relatively useless in all paths of the Order.

Lyra grunted and flipped over, hair a mess over her face. “ Don’t even want to be a Healer...” 

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[the-delusion-of-a-dreamer]

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It had been a long well, week honestly. Torture and a faked death, not exactly how Satine had planned for her life to go. She wondered if she could get a message to Padme and let her know she’s still alive. Bo might kill her, but she deserved that at least. Obi, after all knew.

Speaking of Bo, she had told her to find a ship to sneak onto, and the ship in front of her seemed as good as any. She snuck aboard, and found it felt terribly familiar. Looking around at the cargo she was hiding in it hit her, this was a smugglers ship. She felt the ship take off and went limping to the cockpit to confirm her suspicions.

“I see your still as much as a criminal as ever, Dax. A good thing now I suppose. I know this is a bit strange, and a long story, but I need your help.” She told her, curled into herself and trying desperately not to think of just how bad her back must look right now.

[elena-captain-moving]

Predicament [Closed W/NexusOfMany]

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Mercy quickly lost the color in her face as she ran through the smoke-filled corridor. The ship was in trouble. They had jumped to what was supposed to be a rendezvous point for the fleet but had ended up being a separatist trap.

What made her further lose her composure was the sight before her. The captain was laying in the middle of the corridor, her leg twisted at an unnatural angle and her arm bent ten centimeters below her elbow with blood staining her uniform. Mercy had been running for the Escape pods, but couldn’t possibly leave the Captain behind.

She scooped up Elena, sprinting for the last escape pod as she heard warning sirens and explosions ringing in her ears. She strapped the Captain in and waited as long as she could before launching, her heart sinking as she realized that apparently none of her brothers were going to make it to the pod.

After they were away, she set the computer to head toward the nearby planet, an uninhabited world of dense jungles and swampland. Moving back to the Captain, she set to work, digging out the first aid kit and splinting her arm.

“Captain, can you hear me?”

With the Justicia under the temporary Command of Jedi Master Plo Koon for the time being, Captain Tarunt and Commander Mercy had been briefly placed on the Resolute as it made its way to return to Victory Fleet after receiving some critical repairs. Elena didn’t like being away form her ship, but after being out for so long, the Resolute’s CO needed to be brought up to speed, and he needed the new battle plans. With Republic Transmissions potentially being unsecure, an in person discussion would have to take place.

However, as the Victory Class Cruiser came out of Hyperspace, it was not met by the correct fleet. Instead the very Bulwark fleet they were tasked with destroying had laid in wait. Victory Fleet were elsewhere, wondering what was delaying their ship.

There wasn’t even time to react. With only moments before the fleet began to fire unrelenting volleys, tearing down its shields as if they were nothing.

Captain Tarunt had rushed straight to the Bridge, having just been to sickbay to get some painkillers for the Hyperspace Headache she always got before Red Alert was sounded.

On her way there, however, a series of critical hits against the Resolute’s hull caused minor explosions in a small chain reaction. Minor in comparison to the ship, but more than life threatening if one was unlucky. The Clone in front of Elena was quite unlucky indeed, but she couldn’t even process that before she was ragdolled, going any number of directions.

It had been but a moment, but she could hear a voice, just barely, distorted and distant. She couldn’t respond, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t process. She couldn’t react. She wasn’t certain what was going on where she was. She couldn’t even feel. Perhaps the bets she got out was a sad, pathetic groan, barely even audible, even if the escape pod would have been completely silent.

Unlike Mercy, she didn’t even realise there had been a call, of the highest ranking Officer on the Bridge. A clone, not like the Zabrak Captain. Or his Human XO.

“All hands, abandon ship. All hands, abandon ship.”

[serilda-hunter]

What is Left When Your World Falls Apart

@nexusofmany Serilda kept her head down, the hood on her stollen cloak pulled up over her face so no authorities would recognize her. No clones would recognize her. It was a heartbreaking realization. The men she'd thought of as brothers had killed more Jedi than any droid ever had. She had one arm wrapped around her stomach, the wound there enough to be painful but not currently fatal. She weaved through the streets on Coruscant, making sure never to draw too much attention to herself. Her lightsabers tucked unseen within her cloak. She reached the space port, finally. She looked around, using a bit of her force to search out well meaning people. It wouldn't do her any good to ask for the help of someone who would just turn her back to the authorities. During her scan she brushed the mind of someone who seemed like her best option. She walked over to where the thoughts were coming from, coming face to face with an older looking ship. Though she'd learned long ago to never judge a ship by its age. Anakin had flown worse. Anakin... no. She couldn't think like that right now. She had to stay focused.

[luxettenebra]

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“So, I...might have...gotten you pregnant. Using the Force. I swear I didn’t know I could still do that, I got Bastila pregnant millennia ago.” Revan said, shifting uncomfortably under Dax’s gaze.

[lunachosen]

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Marisol needed to find some work. She wasn’t pushy. Never was these days. She usually hunted and sold the meat and pelts, but something she had to do a little more in order to earn money. Marisol used the money to keep herself going. Buying supplies, new weapons and armours and clothes. Food and shelter when she needed it. So Marisol sometimes had to do the thing she didn’t really want to like socialise with people.

The bar was sort of familiar. It wasn’t too brightly lit in the place and the alcohol wasn’t terrible. Besides the full moon was weeks away. So she didn’t need to worry about wolfing out anytime soon. 

“Excuse me.” Marisol had been pointed to someone when she asked the bartender for work. She had taken another drink as an offering so that it might help make it easier for them to talk. “Do you have a moment? You seem like the kind of person who knows what’s going on. I am looking for work but I’m not sure where to start.”

[luxettenebra]

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Revan blinked. “Oh, you are?” Reaching down, she allowed her fingers to explore for a few moments. “So you are. You do remember that I’m pretty much blind, right?”

[amoldine]

Closed Starter

@nexusofmany (Sorry this took ages and is very bad. Let me know if you want anything changed)

Placing another book on her lap, taking the total to five now. For once Traya was glad for her long reach. Yet, she still wasn’t tall enough in this blasted chair to reach the top shelf, and she refused to ask for help. Glaring at the book on the top shelf Traya gave an annoyed sigh, she would have to forgo that book for today, until she could get out of the chair and stand on her own. Wheeling herself out of the shelves, she settled herself into a corner to escape from reality and become part of the world of the book.