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Jin Vaisra

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The New Republic, while not the first to arrive on the scene, were among the early responders to the Firrerreo genocide. After dispatching a small defense force, one that met zero enemy opposition, Senator Vaisra arrived to the planet with a far more appropriate response team, including a Redemption-class medical frigate dubbed ‘The Preserver,’ a fitting name if there ever was one. Accompanied by a division of Republic peacekeepers and Chancellor Ro’s blessings, they intended to join the efforts in salvaging the devastated world.

Aboard one of the many shuttles descending into Firrerre's atmosphere, Jin waited. He wore a lightly armored suit and blast vast, with a cartridge belt armed not with ammunition packs, but sedatives and bacta sprays. He hadn’t brought a full head mask—mostly for the sake of staying photogenic—but as he stood alone in the ship’s cabin, he almost wished he had.

Seven hells,” he cursed, and wrinkled his nose in disgust. “You can smell the shit burning from orbit.

Venka, his personal bodyguard, seemed to materialize out of the corner beside him, shaking her head with disappointment. “Millions of people have just been senselessly murdered.

And so has my appetite for the day.” He grimaced and adjusted his collar. “Let’s just get this over with, Venka.

As they landed on the rocky surface, Jin stepped out of the transport and into the blistering heat of the city that was once the capital of Firrerre. Clouds of ash swirled in the sky, blocking out any chance for sun, and it was as if night had permanently settled over the planet—the longest night in its history. But Jin didn't mind. He was used to working in the shadows.

As Venka trailed him up a crater, he ordered a waiting squad of peacekeepers to fan out, sweeping a hand over the stretch of debris. “Check the surrounding area. Leave no stone unturned. There must be someone out there who needs our help.

They did as he told, spreading over the maze of rubble and stone. Jin, on the other hand, made his own way and toward a ruined skyscraper. Appearances had to be maintained. He, nor the Republic, could risk looking callous in the face of a planetary genocide, especially with the media prowling for another meal, another career to publicly tarnish.

Everyone had their roles to play. Jin would play his to perfection.
 

Cal Starros

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Having barely made it off-world himself, Senator Starros had astonished his team by heading straight back to the world - leaving his aide, Sanna, to head Chandrila, to cover his duties there. His own ship, he had left behind for her, instead blagging himself a place on 'The Preserver' as it headed to the planet, anything to cut the cost to the taxpayer, after all. Brushing his way past a protesting Republic peacekeeper, he entered the shuttle bound for Firrerre and walked up to the insufferably careerist Senator Viasra. Unlike the other man, he had chosen to remain in his usual attire - it seemed oddly fitting to return in the same attire he had arrived in.

You can smell the shit burning from orbit.

Starros could not hide his anger at the callous remark, and it etched itself across his face, for all to see. Normally, he was a composed man, but a combination of a lack of sleep since his own hasty evacuation, and his own personal attachment to the crisis his colleague now mocked, made for a general lowering of his self-control.

And so has my appetite for the day. Let’s just get this over with, Venka.

"Show some respect!" he snapped at the man, who most likely had not noticed his arrival "That 'stench' is why we are here - it is the stench of a million deaths." he shook his head, collecting himself as he turned away from the man and walked down the exit ramp.

He grabbed a full face filtration mask for himself and tossed another over to Senator Viasra.

"If you're quite finished, put this on." he snapped again, resigned to the fact that he had thoroughly burned and political bridges with the Senator for Fondor, before walking with him toward the ruined skyscraper. Walking through the rubble, Starros stopped - hearing a noise from a nearby pile.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.


He raised his hand "Quiet!" and pointed to the origin of the noise. Running over, he released the clasp of his cape, which fell to the floor behind him, better enabling him for the job ahead. "Viasra, grab the other side." he shouted over, gesturing to the other side of a large metal frame, beneath which the noise could still be heard.

Someone was trapped.

"You." he pointed to the other Senators guard, a burly looking person who perhaps, could come into his element "Grab that shaft, put it," he grunted as he lifted the metal panel a little further "...underneath for leverage, hurry!"
 

Tristodd Brentioch

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As soon as Senator Vaisra announced that he was going to Firrerre with a New Republic task force to help the survivors, Senator Lassiter offered to send aid from Brentaal. She dispatched a team of Brentaalan physicians and peacekeepers to help Jin's relief mission. To lead this group, the Brentaalan woman sent her aide Tristodd.

This was his first time in a situation like this. He had seen the destruction that had befall over Firrerre in the Holonet, but seeing it up close was completely different. The entire planet was in flames, even while the shuttle was descending to the surface Tristodd could smell it burning. He felt nauseous, suddenly overwhelmed by despair, as if he could felt what the survivors were feeling. The young man started to feel the urge to vomit.

When the shuttle landed, Tristodd put a filtration mask and walked with the Brentaalan relief team to join Senator Vaisra. The Brentaalan man was wearing a uniform of the New Republic peacekeepers. He just wanted to help and not advertise for the House Brentioch, which was one of the sponsors of this operation.

While walking, he saw the destruction that the Sith caused. Firrerre's capital was completely destroyed, smoke covered the sky making it impossible to see the Sun. Tristodd asked himself why the Sith did something like that. They didn't even invade the planet. How can they feel pleasure with the suffering of billions?

He reached a ruined skyscraper where Senator Vaisra and another man were trying to remove a large metal frame. "Wait. I'll help too." Tristodd ran to join them. Hearing the unknown man say to grab a shaft to use it as leverage, the Brentaalan did it. He isn't physically strong, but he really hoped that that the strength he could offer would be enough to help save the people trapped there.

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Jin Vaisra

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He had thought he was alone in the cabin, but clearly, they had a stowaway, and none other than the Senator of Lothal. Like Venka, he’d emerged out of nowhere and, overhearing Jin’s sly comments, decided to lecture him. Aboard his own personal shuttle? Jin had half the mind to open the ramp early and push the old man out. Nobody would know better. He was alone, defenseless, and—

Venka was staring directly at him, as if she could read his mind, and her face was the very picture of ‘don’t you dare think about it.’ Jin could only sigh in response. So, instead of going through his plan of murdering the Senator, he settled for glaring at nobody at all, a permanent grimace stitched to his lips, one eventually hidden by the filtration mask Cal had tossed his way. At least, with it on, he could quietly curse at the man without anybody noticing.

Unfortunately, before Jin could do just that, he heard an odd thumping sound ahead, like fists beating against metal. Before he could so much as blink, Senator Starros was already flying, sprinting toward the source of the noise, and directing him on where to help. Although Jin still had the overwhelming urge to smack the old man across the temple, he ran around the pile of debris without question, seizing the corner below it.

He was surprised to find Tristodd, Sibyl’s insufferable aide and secretary, rushing to help them, too. Together, they slowly began to pry open the slab of metal. Of course, it wasn’t until Venka, experienced solder as she was, stepped up to grab the debris did it fall away, revealing the trapped victim inside. A little girl.

There was a boy, too, frail and unconscious, but alive.

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Cal Starros

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size=3]"Now!" he nodded to the younger man who had emerged, as he felt Senator Viasra take up his side of the metal sheet. Slowly, the sheet moved, and the figure of a young girl appeared, a boy huddled next to her, both covered in soot and ash. He grunted as the three of them move the panel off, enabling access to the pair. "Get a medical droid here, quickly." he shouted back over to the shuttle, and sure enough, a spindly droid began to totter over.

"Come" he helped the boy out from the rubble, leaving one of the others to do the same with the girl. Keenly aware that this was most likely the child's home, and there were likely other bodies in the rubble, Cal avoided asking the whereabouts of the child's parents. Appearing at his side, a medical droid began to scan the child, as Cal sat him down, and asked "What is your name? I'm Cal, Cal Starros." he spoke slowly, in a measured tone, trying to keep the clearly shocked child as calm as he could manage.

"This is Jin, and Tristodd. We're here to help you." still, the boy was silent. "Please, we need to know the location of your nearest shelter?" he asked, as the boy lifted a shaking hand, and gestured toward the collapsed skyscraper up ahead.[/size]
 

Tristodd Brentioch

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Tristodd’s arms were aching from the effort to remove the slab of metal. It was so heavy that they were only able to remove the thing with the help of Senator Vaisra’s bodyguard. The Brentaalan saw the other man, who he now identified as Senator Cal Starros, help get a girl and a boy out of the rubble. The girl was crying, but the boy was so silent.

Tristodd approached the children to see how he could help them. As the young man did this he began to feel a sudden fear and started to feel nauseous again, with his vision starting to get blurry. He leaned against a piece of wall that was still standing. His breathing was heavy and the mask that he was using wasn't helping. What was happening with him? The Brentaalan wondered if it was related to him being a Force user. After recovering he saw that a medical droid was taking care of the children.

He heard Senator Starros talk with the boy and ask him where the nearest shelter was located. The boy pointed to a pile of debris that probably once was a building, his hand was shaking. Tristodd couldn't understand how there could be such cruel beings existing in the Galaxy. The Sith are monsters, only immoral creatures could take pleasure in causing people to suffer. They didn't even spare the children.

We need to go there.” he said to the two Senators “The people inside it could still be alive. We need to save them!” Tristodd spoke with determination in his voice. The Brentaalan called the Republic peacekeepers that arrived with him and started to walk to the collapsed building.

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Jin Vaisra

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Senator Vaisra watched as Cal pulled the boy out of the rubble and, calling over a medical droid, sat him down by an unbroken stretch of wall. Jin did the same with the girl, scooping her up into his arms and setting her nearby. He looked down at her shaded eyelids, chapped lips, and the ugly scar that was etched across her temple. She was pale, all knees and bony elbows. It was a miracle she’d managed to survive the bombardment and its aftermath.

He detached one of the bacta sprays from his cartridge belt. Slowly, he applied it along the girl’s head, watching as the healing salve magically stitched her gashes together and recolored bruised skin. The girl let out a breath, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. But he knew the relief was temporary. Physical pain always was. The shock of losing her family would stay with her until death.

The grimace on his lips deepened. What was this odd feeling in his chest? Guilt? Remorse? It was something Jin hadn’t felt in a very long time, and something he hoped never to feel again.

Returning his attention to the others, Senator Vaisra noticed Tristodd leaning against the wall and on the verge of collapsing. He wanted to tell the young man to vomit elsewhere—particularly away from their general vicinity—but held his tongue. The aide had every reason to feel nauseous. The whole city was rank with death, and he suspected the shelter fared no better.

Still, it was worth a shot.

As the Senator of Lothal led towards the bunker's location, Jin waved over another handful of soldiers. “Peacekeepers! On me.

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"Picking up the pieces..." Drow Venn said to himself sadly as he walked through the ruined streets of Firrerre. He'd been edging ever closer to the darkness to fight the Sith recently and his resolve had been weakening as of late. Was all the violence and suffering he caused worth it to end the Sith? Well, he had a pretty clear answer before him and his resolve had been renewed with an even greater vigor.

"What'd you say, boss?" one of the Gammorrean guardsmen that worked at the Temple asked. Drow had brought the Sphyrna-class ship Chainbreaker to Firrerre to see what he could do to help. He'd brought along a couple of Gammorrean guards, mainly to assist with heavy lifting and provide a comforting presence to any survivors.

"Nothing, Grokgrok. Just talking to myself is all." Drow said. As he walked the streets of the ruined cities, he resisted the urge to cry. He'd been in many battles before during his time as a mercenary but innocents cauhgt in the crossfire always provoked some powerful emotions in him. His Force Healing had come in handy during this operation but he just wished he could have used it more. The survivors here were so scattered and so few. A boy looking for his mother, he'd reassured him and directed him to the ship, knowing in his heart of hearts that the mother was long dead and that the ship would no doubt take the boy to a refugee center. A steelworker now severely burned on half of his face? He'd healed what he could but the man would be in pain for months, even with the Firrerreo's natural healing factor. Drow had also seen a collapsed nursing home and had been greeted by a grisly site when he'd walked in, unable to do anything. As he made his way through what was left of the city's harbor, he noticed that a handful submarines had pulled into the harbor and sailors were disembarking. Raising an eyebrow and pulling out his lightsaber, he made his way to what looked like an officer.

"What's going on here? Who are you?" Drow asked, unsure if he was dealing with a Sith trick or a band of deserters.

"I could ask the same thing of you." the officer sneered.

"I'm Drow Venn, Jedi Master. I'm helping with the evacuation and relief effort." Drow said, folding his arms over his chest.

"So are we. We're what's left of this planet's navy. We were either so deep out in the ocean that the Sith didn't strike us or so underwater that they didn't hit us if they tried. I've put out a planet-wide beacon for any subs left to head here and help but I don't know how many others survived." the naval officer said.

Of course. A planetary bombardment, while brutal couldn't get everybody on a planet. Drow was relieved to see that, the subs were full of sailors who had escaped the blast but felt great sympathy for them at having had to endure their planet's destruction while they were away and unable to do anything about it.

"Well, I have a Hammerhead corvette with medical supplies and food for anyone that needs it. It can also fit a couple thousand people in it if you find any survivors that need evacuation. My associate here can direct your men to it if they need." Drow said, gesturing to the Gammorrean next to him. The pig nodded and the naval officer thanked Drow.

"And I'm sorry for your loss. I know my words aren't enough right now but I mean them. What happened was tragic and horrible." Drow said, putting a hand on the officer's shoulder. The sailor sniffed.

"You're right about that. Words definitely aren't enough right now. I appreciate you being here though. The help is appreciated."

"Well, I have something else that you might appreciate even more. A chance to get even. If you're interested." Drow said, holding his saber out to convey that the Jedi were ready to fight the Sith. The sailor looked at him resolutely.

"I'd like nothing more."
 
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