Open to all those that wish to help distribute aid to the local populace. Thread will be DM'd by me, Hera will be present but do not expect her to solve every problem. Let's do some humanitarian aid work!
Too long had the Jedi sat by and watched the galaxy experience trouble, hardship, and pain. This was not the way that Hera intended to allow the order to operate any longer. Before being stopped, the former Supreme Chancellor set his 5th fleet onto the worlds of Tanaab and Commenor. Fire and destruction had rained down from the heavens onto the unsuspecting citizenry below, annihilating cities, crushing villages, and burning farmland. For a time, it seemed as though the galaxy had been content to turn a blind eye to the suffering of the survivors.
No more.
A small fleet of Jedi ships consisting of three Raider III-Class Corvettes and two Pugio-Class Frigates dispatched from Ithor to the planet of Tanaab, filled to the brim with food, medical supplies, and building materials. Accompanying them, the full might of the Pamarthen pilots and starship techs and the Kowakian Devils' fleet. Hera Albion had made sure to include as many non-Jedi as possible in her work, the people needed to see that the Jedi worked among the regular beings of the galaxy, they did not lord over them. Padawan Aranmir and a funny little Jedi training bot would also come with Hera to organize the aid.
As starfighters, dropships, and transport vessels broke through the atmosphere to the planet below, Hera's heart caught in her throat. The destruction of the planet had been thorough, nothing but wreckage and ruin remained of the once great cities. Even from the skies above, makeshift encampments and roving bandits could be seen flittering about the surface of the world. A mere fraction of the people that once thrived here. Grimacing aboard the deck of the Raider Corvette, Hera spoke aloud to her companions.
"We will set down momentarily. The Pamarthen pilots will traverse the planet and gather lost souls to transport to us for aid. Every hour, more and more people will arrive needing shelter, food, and medical attention. We will provide all of this, and more. I expect the two of you to work once we land, say goodbye to sleep and immerse yourself within the Force."
Turning back toward Aranmir specifically, Hera smiled kindly, "We're going to help these people, as much as we can."
No more.
A small fleet of Jedi ships consisting of three Raider III-Class Corvettes and two Pugio-Class Frigates dispatched from Ithor to the planet of Tanaab, filled to the brim with food, medical supplies, and building materials. Accompanying them, the full might of the Pamarthen pilots and starship techs and the Kowakian Devils' fleet. Hera Albion had made sure to include as many non-Jedi as possible in her work, the people needed to see that the Jedi worked among the regular beings of the galaxy, they did not lord over them. Padawan Aranmir and a funny little Jedi training bot would also come with Hera to organize the aid.
As starfighters, dropships, and transport vessels broke through the atmosphere to the planet below, Hera's heart caught in her throat. The destruction of the planet had been thorough, nothing but wreckage and ruin remained of the once great cities. Even from the skies above, makeshift encampments and roving bandits could be seen flittering about the surface of the world. A mere fraction of the people that once thrived here. Grimacing aboard the deck of the Raider Corvette, Hera spoke aloud to her companions.
"We will set down momentarily. The Pamarthen pilots will traverse the planet and gather lost souls to transport to us for aid. Every hour, more and more people will arrive needing shelter, food, and medical attention. We will provide all of this, and more. I expect the two of you to work once we land, say goodbye to sleep and immerse yourself within the Force."
Turning back toward Aranmir specifically, Hera smiled kindly, "We're going to help these people, as much as we can."
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