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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 11:08:37 GMT -8
*Redhaven was the capital city of Rhommamool.*
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Post by Viox Savage on May 9, 2013 19:31:15 GMT -8
Much had happened to Rhommamool since the fall of the Tyrian Triumvirate. An Empire rose up and dominated the old ways of living. But several years down the road, a rebellion was started. One that took nearly five years to solidify into a presence threatening enough to shake the Empire that held Rhommamool to it's very core. With the rise of the rebellion, the Empire fought back with such ferocity that hadn't been seen since the Jedi Civil War. The rebellion struck hard and fast, bringing the Empire to it's knees in a matter of weeks. With the fall of the Empire, the sole surviving member of the Triumvirate and heir to the fallen Empire had decided to leave the crimson curse behind once and for all in pursuit of a higher calling. A calling that led this individual back to familiar ties...
In his wake, Rhommamool was left without a powerful figurehead to rally its populace. And so it fell into a recession, and the weight of an entire planet's problems rested on one man's shoulders. Vallius Savage, Viox's son...
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 10:49:04 GMT -8
Vallius sat at his desk in the Redhaven Senate Hall, head in hands. His brain felt as though it was going to start dribbling out his nose if he continued to read and review all the stacks of complaints and problems coming from the citizens of Redhaven.
The rogue Force-User had went from a life style of wandering the galaxy doing as he pleased to being a General in a massive rebellion, to being a would be politician/leader of a planet he had hardly known. It wasn't an easy transition, to say the very least. The greater majority of the rebel forces had laid down arms after it was all over and returned to their old lives. The soldiers and ships that Vallius had wanted to stay had been under his father's command and therefore, left when Viox vanished. With the complete obliteration of the Imperial City of Exodus, and the shutdown of Novax Field, Rhommamool was knocked back down to being a sparsely populated desert planet. When Exodus had been wiped out, all mining operations had been ceased. Importing and exporting records had been destroyed. Rhommamoolian Ore Industries was no more, however with the right corporate contract and a 50% cut of the profits the surviving CEO, Jacob Tabitha, had mentioned something about rebuilding in Redhaven. It was something Vallius had been seriously considering. As the credits and financing brought in from the ore industry alone would help rebuild Rhommamool back up.
Vallius rose from the desk. It was late and he needed sleep. Perhaps in the morning he would tackle this again, once he had the chance to sleep and recharge from an exhausting day's work.
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Post by The Major on Mar 11, 2014 7:56:13 GMT -8
Except it never came to pass. There was no grand rebuilding, no resurgence of the population. Simply put: without heavy foreign investment, Redhaven was at best a dying world in exile. Also, it was a terrible world for a person with skin sensitive to sunlight. Kokonamos could only curse General Seitz, and by extension the ever irony seeking Chisame, for her current predicament. Under the blazing heat of this system's star, she was glad one of the twelve Panzergrenadier troopers marching behind her had offered their feldmutze, or field cap. Problem: it was in the same two tone slate gray as the rest of their uniforms. Also, it clashed terribly with her own stark white woman's suit. Also, it was made of wool. Wool was freakishly hot.
Kriff Seitz.
The translator housed as an earbud picked up some of the chatter of the men and women behind her. They were complaining, trading expletives about "sweating in various private parts of their bodies as though in a pool." Colorful. But it was good to know that they were, in a sense, somewhat human. A trickle of the stuff was already starting to leak down the side of Koko's face.
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Post by The Major on Mar 15, 2014 8:16:09 GMT -8
The life and times of Harry Hidalgo, page 457.
It was hot again in Redhaven. It's hot everyday in Redhaven. At least inside City Hall there was air conditioning and refreshing, although the honchos were so cheap about it, partly because we're broke. That's another thing about Redhaven: it's always broke in Redhaven. Poor and broke. it was always so broke in this damned town that it makes you wonder why you came to this god forsaken dry dock of a sand encrusted planet, blasted by the sun for who cares how long. Then you remember your friend Trevor told you this place was going to be the center of a mining boom just around the corner about five years ago. You come like an idiot. 'Just around the next corner, Harry,' he used to say. Well, he died when his speeder broke down in the desert and he didn't have enough money in his bank account to pay his comlink bill, so he couldn't call for help. He just burned away in the damned heat. They found him, yeah, a crisp. He was so badly burned even the carrion birds wouldn't touch him. They have scruples too, even they are also broke down here. That was four years ago.
Well look at us now, Trev! You moron! And me, the bigger moron for following you like some damned two bit thug.
Hot again today. Always hot.
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Post by The Major on Jul 13, 2014 7:56:52 GMT -8
It was an odd way to end a log of action, for sure. But most of the people in the galaxy didn't exactly know their expiration date. Harry's came when he tried to level his cheap ass blaster pistol at a certain albino looking, Fascist dressed woman -who pulled her own semi automatic slugthrower, fired, and hit him somewhere on the hip. It would have went well from there but rather than stay down, like the nice guys in slate gray barked at him said, he tried to shoot again from the floor. He was rewarded with a trio of 7.92 Kurz rounds which peppered his soft, exposed underside and sent him spiraling into the land of make believe.
They tried to provide some emergency care, but he bled out faster than they could seal up the holes, partly because more guards decided to join Harry in his shouting tango. Tango, that is, because it often looked like a human did a tango when proliferated with separate scores of highly accurate rifle fire. It was a morose thing in Kokonamos, since the defenders didn't even have weapons that were lethal enough to pierce her team's protective combat vests. Pitiful, even. Since then, nothing had come of the shootout. Most other civilians either fled town or just didn't care enough about the fools who pretended to be civil servants. Since that excitement, the team had rented rooms in the local inns and waited. There was no pick up, no new orders, nothing. It would seem like they had been forgotten in a godforsaken corner of the galactic cesspool.
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Post by Ashara on Dec 23, 2019 10:42:13 GMT -8
As the transport carrying Ashara and @kalene approached the capital, where many of those in need already could be found, Ashara felt another feeling. Familiar, yet strange. Shaking off the feeling she turned to her padawan and offered another reassuring smile.
=Ashara=
Are you ready for some practical lessons?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2019 17:11:27 GMT -8
Kalene had been growing more and more tense the closer they got. It was true that they weren't heading to the actual fight, for which she was glad for. If they had, she would have undoubtedly passed out. But this was still her first mission, the true test of her current skills. Taking a breath, she had to remember that she wasn't alone.
It was then that Ashara spoke. Looking up to her master, she gave a nod a spoke as confidently as she could. "I am, master." She knew she needed to push past her doubts. She could do this.
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Post by Ashara on Dec 26, 2019 21:25:20 GMT -8
=Ashara=
Good. Because we're here.
With that, the shuttle shuttered as it touched down on the surface. The ramp lowered and immediately the smell of sickness and injury flooded through the air. Their work was cut out for them. Ashara lead the way, making sure Kalene was then next and all the guards were to come after. In fact she immediately put them to work off loading supplies and getting the people organized. She dismissed every comment about what "Master Zion instructed us to..." with a hand wave and a order, not a request.
=Ashara=
Now, we shall find some people in need of your help, young padawan. People who could benefit from your life bringing skills. This way.
Where every Ashara walked people made way. It was in part due to her appearance, but also how she carried herself. To all it was clear she was the one in charge here and no one was brave enough to question that. The Forcespawn lead her padawan into a tent, where many people were lying sick or with minor wounds.
=Ashara=
Here shall be your first test. Do not be worried, I am right here to help guide you. Now, shall we begin?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2019 16:31:31 GMT -8
Taking another breath to calm the resurfacing nerves, Kalene steppes up next to Ashara as she felt the shuttle jolt a bit as it touched down. It took all she had as the ramped lowered to keep herself together, the nauseating smell that met her nose making her want to gag. Holding herself together was now more of a task than feeling she could handle the the mission.
She followed the Forcespawn into the tent and began to look around. So many people in need, how were they really going to be able to help them all? With Ashara feeling she had a gift for bringing life, Force Healing had been one of a few skills she had been learning, to which she expected would find use here. But it had only been a month of work and she barely had a handle on the technique much less any true ability to heal any kind of injury.
But Ashara believed in her and was here to help her. Turning to the woman, she nodded. "Where do we start?"
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Post by Ashara on Dec 31, 2019 11:37:41 GMT -8
Ashara led Kalene over to a man who had been recently injured by what looked to be a knife to leg. The bandaging was sloppy and rushed. No doubt done by a companion who didn't quite know what they doing. But now that Ashara and Kalene were here, they could properly mend the man's leg. Though weak, the man recoiled as Ashara approached, certainly concerned by her appearance. The Forcespawn payed no heed to this as she put a firm hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.
=Ashara=
Lie still. Kalene, if you would unwrap his leg bandage. Then I want you to focus on the Force. The Light Side of the Force is always looking to mend and heal, but it often needs a conduit, or a path. We will be providing it that path. Focus on being a bridge between the Light Side and this man's wounds. Let the Force pass through you and into his injury.
Ashara was confident in Kalene's skills, however was on ready to intervine should things become too much for her padawan, one way or another.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 12:34:21 GMT -8
Kalene nodded and did as she was instructed. Removing the ill-placed bandage, the girl looked to the wound. It was hard to tell it the injury was recent or the improper bandaging and allowed an infection to set in and create a worse situation. Whatever the answer, it didn't matter. It was their job, or rather her job, to heal the wound.
Taking in slow, steady breaths, she listened to the instruction of her master as she closed her eyes and lifted her hands just above the wound. She worked to let go of her doubts and nervousness and let herself sink into the Force. She let it flow through her, building and resonating with her growing calm and peaceful nature. She then looked out with her senses to the injury and nothing else. Letting the Force flow from her body, through her hand and into the wound, she worked to envision the Force mending the flesh and eradicating the infection, using that vision as her means of instructing the Force to move as she wished.
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Post by Ashara on Jan 13, 2020 20:13:43 GMT -8
Kalene was successful in breaking the man away from her master. But now, he stood and turned his attention from the stunned Ashara on to the padawan.
=Old Cultist=
So, Ashara has a little apprentice now? Then you will join us too!
The man drew the force up around him and attempted to grasp Kalene with it. It was clear this man didn't think much of Kalene, or perhaps whatever he had done to Ashara drained him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2020 2:33:16 GMT -8
As she worked, the strain slowly became apparent. Her eye lids began to squint harder as she continued to be a conduit, working to gather and channel the energy around her. The mental focus was still a bit much. When her eyes shot open, her hands dropped and her breath came heavily.
It took her a few moments to collect herself before she looked at her work. The wound had stopped bleeding and was mostly healed, but a bit of it still remained split and not fully turned into a scar. But it had been closed enough that it wouldn't easily open again as well as the infection had been eliminated. Still out of breath, the most she could manage was a smile.
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Post by Ashara on Jan 20, 2020 9:35:19 GMT -8
Ashara put a hand on Kalene's shoulder. A smile on her face as she looked down at her padawan. Pride welled up in her as her golden eyes shimmered. It was not an easy skill, and here she was already preforming better than many twice her senior would.
=Ashara=
That was masterfully done, padawan. Now, rest and regain your energy as you assist me.
Ashara would move from person to person, using her own healing powers to mend wounds. Until Kalene was ready to try again, she had the youngling helping to apply more mundane forms of medical help, such as reapplying bandages and disinfecting wounds. All the while though a dark foreboding hung over the woman, something she fought to hide, but it would be clear to Kalene, that there was something bothering her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2020 13:10:49 GMT -8
Looking up to Ahara, Kalene gave a big smile, happy to have been able to please the Forcespawn. "Thank you, master!"
Taking advantage of the break she was being given, Kalene worked to aid Ashara in other ways, mostly in the changing of bandages and dealing with cleaning wounds. She worked closely beside her master, now glad and unhindered by doubt and worry as her strength returned so that she could continue to help in the healing of the people. Yet, she began to feel Ashara's concern through the Force. Not wanting to alert those around them, she waited until they moved towards another patient and out of earshot from anyone. "What's wrong, master?"
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Post by Ashara on Jan 30, 2020 20:36:21 GMT -8
The voice of her padawan seemed to shake her back to reality. It was hard to explain, to someone who hadn't had extensive training in precognition or other future seeing powers. But she decided it was enough hiding the truth, something strange was going on, and her padawan deserved to know. So in a low voice, so that only Kalene could hear she spoke of this since of deja vu.
=Ashara=
It is... I have this feeling, that feeling you get when you think you've been someplace before, but you could swear you haven't. I am getting that now. On this planet. I don't experience this often, usually my Foresight is enough to ward off such tricks our minds play. But, perhaps it is something from a dream. Long ago. She shook her head. Whatever it is, stay on your guard. Watch for anything... unusual.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2020 16:37:08 GMT -8
Kalene listened as her master spoke. It was easy enough to understand as she felt like that before. Thought for her, it was always some dream of a place she's been or thought about often. That or being in a place that was similar in some aspects to a place she was. But as the Forcespawn went on, the young girl was able to tell that this wasn't some passing feeling, but something to watch out for. She couldn't sense the things those more skilled in the order could, but she had to stay alert. She gave Ashara a nod as she worked to tame the sudden nervousness that began to flow through her. Would she see combat today? She hoped not, but she had received some training so she knew she could fight if need be. It was just a matter of being ready.
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Post by Ashara on Feb 15, 2020 13:18:07 GMT -8
Ashara moved on to the next patient, an old man, who seemed to have a nasty cut on his arm. Moving her hands along the wound, the Forcespawn gave a comforting smile to the man, but froze as something deep inside her mind seemed to click. This was a face she had seen before? The man, seeing her hesitation and distraction, suddenly, with a vigor uncharacteristic of what his age appeared to be, grabbed both sides of Ashara's face, and began to use the Force, attempting to remove mental blocks that the woman had put up, to forget the unbearable pain the ritual that had turned her into this Forcespawn. Tears started to roll down Ashara's face as she seemed frozen in the gaze of this darksider.
=Old Cultist=
You will remember, and then you will come back to us, Ashara!
He seemd to pay no attention to the young Kalene, who was with them, or the other occupents of the tent, who didn't know what was going on.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2020 22:55:56 GMT -8
Kalene moved with her master, aiding in the healing of the man by prepping bandages. Suddenly, everything seemed to spiral in an uncontrolled wave. Prepping the bandages, she didn't immediately notice the man sit up and place his hand on either side of Ashara's head. But the words she heard caused her to perk up and look and bear witness to the scene.
It all seemed to click into place then. Seeing the tears of ger master, the aggression of the man, an anger suddenly rose up as her mind lost its focus on reality, almost as if someone else took over. The depleted Force strength didn't seem to matter as she raised her hands and channeled the Force through her over the man and pulled down in order to break him away from her master and pin him on the table.
When she spoke, the was a dark seriousness to it that had never been there before. "Get your hand of of my master."
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