Great Temple

*Crystaall only nodded at Jakob as he mentioned the difficulty of training commandos. It would be a learning experience for both sides, but a path the soldiers must be willing to cross would be long and tedious. For some, they could be truly gifted, and for others it would take years to even lift an object. But this was not her main concern. She had never trained someone in the Force, and the way she trained herself was brutal and exruciating for her young age. She had to train her mind during a time of war and she had to reach her physical peak. This would be a new challenge for her. A challenge she would gladly accept.*

"I have to agree with Jakob on this. This task is not an easy one, but I will make sure they are as good, if not better, than myself. The basics will be the hardest if anything else."

*Crystaall placed her right hand of her left breast and bowed her head.*

"j'us zinot nuyak vik'dyt ir nuyak azinimas, Xuont'vaj(1). Pardon my tongue Ander. It will slip from time to time."


(1)- You have my honor and my knowledge, Commander

Thanks to her lekku, she sensed the stranger's presence a few moments before she arrived.

VJ looked up at the brunette with her trademark toothy smile. The woman had good timing, as her makeshift clinic was still empty of patients. Bob and Sinclair were still there, though, silently waiting for Force knew what and making no efforts toward conversation. Up until the woman's appearance, their silence had been driving the gregarious medic nuts. Suffice to say, she avidly seized the opportunity to socialize, "Ah, yanno, from my end everything's going smoothly. But then, unlike that Ander Tagira, I don't have to deal directly with any of those peevish Jedi... What about you? Any injuries you want me to patch up?" The Togruta gave the brunette a critical once over as she spoke. There were no visible signs of injury on her, but VJ refused to give the impression that she was slacking.

VJ shrugged, "Honestly, I don't even know if I have any cables. Still, feel free and look if you want. It's not like I currently have anything going on, yanno, and I could use the conversation while I wait. These other two lugs aren't talking any, and it creeps me out." 

Off behind her, the one she named Sinclair huffed indignantly at being labeled a "lug." VJ heard the wordless complaint and looked over her shoulder at the complainer, "What?" she challenged, "Could it be that you actually have something to say after all?" A shake of the head was the only thing that answered her question, making her huff as a result. She turned back to the brunette, "See what I mean? These guys are weirdos!" 

Vinaara Ja stepped closer to the woman and took the proffered cable, "Yanno, I am a medic. Plugging a cable into a person's skull is pretty low on my personal gross out scale..."

With a grin, she used her free hand to hold the woman's hair to the side so that the aforementioned port would be clear. From there, the rest of her task was a simple as breathing. A few seconds later, and the woman was securely plugged in to whatever network she needed to monitor. Vinaara Ja was left wondering how nifty--or overwhelming and terrifying--such a capability would be. But then, the rest of her brain caught up to her and told her that it was probably very similar to using the Force. Only, more binary and less powers of the universe.

Vinaara Ja had to agree with the woman.

What started off as a pretty normal trip all too quickly spiraled into something quite different. The inexplicable absence of the wounded had been the first clue. Then, that huge mess that happened between Ander Tagira and the Jedi... But, no, she didn't want to think about... her (private, irrelevant) problems... So! Instead she refocused on the stranger. Whether the woman knew it or not, she oozed discomfort. Smiling to herself, the Togruta took a couple--seemingly unstudied--steps backwards, shaking her head as she went, "There is no telling on that count, Miss. But, yanno, I agree with you. This place has been unwelcoming, to say the least..."

She turned away and busied herself with the (unnecessary) task of sprucing the already spotless mini-clinic.

GALSAF's recovery efforts were focused primarily on the forested terrain between the Blueleaf Cluster Temple and the Praxeum itself. The landscape was riddled with debris from starfighters, armored vehicles, and transports. Shell casings from artillery munitions were found in several locations amongst the hills on the far side of the Massassi River, left in piles where they were ejected from their now gone weapon emplacements. The clearing where the debris was being collected was surrounded by the unit running the operation, 1st Battalion, who provided a full security perimeter amidst the dense foliage and undergrowth of the wood-line surrounding the clearing, which was roughly a square mile in size. Lieutenant Coronel Hunter Ynoa had already arrived from the Great Temple some time earlier in the afternoon to keep an eye on things. The Coronel, a thick-chested human male from Corellia, was speaking with FOX Company's CO, Captain Trip Borler, and EASY Company's Captain Bariq Shane, while Mandalorian Clan assets and debris was being loaded into the heavily armored transportation vehicles that had landed before Ynoa had arrived. Amongst the collection of transports were four YV-1040's (newer models of the popular -929's), five Wayfarer-class freighters, a two KDY Space Master's. All about the clearing, commandos of 1st Battalion were seen helping the freighters' crews load pieces of scrap and debris not belonging to the former Jedi Peacekeeping Task Force, while the rest of the two companies provided security around the perimeter.
Ynoa checked his chrono, frowning. "Tagira's still at the Temple, I haven't heard a sitrep from him in a while." He grunted. Captain Borler shrugged. "We just started cleaning up. The Jedi haven't even arrived yet. Give it time." Ynoa shrugged, looking up at the afternoon sun. It was just passed mid-day, and thankfully tensions between his own forces and the Jedi had ebbed away. Ynoa had reports of Jedi making landfall, but he had yet to see any of their forces by his own eye. He considered passing the information along to Tagira, but decided against it. The Jedi would either find the locations themselves, or they would conduct their own operations, it made no difference to Ynoa. He was already marking his Battalion's collection locations into his HUD to pass out to the Jedi leadership. Once he'd wrapped things up, they'd organize the Jedi salvage the Battalion had already found and leave it behind.
For now, Jedi-related salvage was being left in a somewhat organized collection of heaps at the far West side of the clearing, in the direction of the Praxeum. The salvage was arranged by size of each piece into four distinct piles. The largest was comprised of full vehicle chassis that hadn't disintegrated or broken up when the vehicle had been destroyed. The bodies their commandos recovered were organized near the wreckage itself, though enough distance was given to ensure the corpses would not be accidentally harmed whilst continuing to recover salvage material. A wide breadth was given to allow recovering vehicles enough room to pass through.
Ynoa pulled a can out of his pocket and shook it. The contents rattled faintly, and the weight of the device brought a concerned look to the Coronel's face. He pried open the can with one hand, drawing a pinch of shredded tobacco product from it and tucking it neatly between his teeth and cheek on one side. "I'm runnin' out of dip." He said to no one in particular. Captain Shane narrowed his eyes. "Hint, hint, I guess, right?" The man muttered, grinning. Borler laughed suddenly, "Hint, hint he needs to keep an eye on his own kriffin' supply." The officers chuckled to themselves as the work continued. Ynoa rolled his eyes at the pair, slapping Shane on the chest with a plated hand. "Shut your trap or I'll have you go search all these bodies for a can for me." He joked, nodding to the bodies of Mandalorian soldiers that were organized in the Northernmost area of the clearing. The three men chuckled briefly before Ynoa clapped his hands together. "Alright, break times over," he grunted, leaning forward to spit before grabbing his rifle from where it leant against the outer hull of the Floating Fortress the Coronel called home during planetary operations. The massive vessel was as heavily armed and armored as they came, complete with a battlefield tracking and communication system advanced enough to coordinate all but a full scale invasion. Ynoa leaned around the edge of the large vehicle, poking his head into the back compartment, where the rest of the Battalion leadership was gathered around the battlefield holo-display, joking and conversing.
"Time's up, let's get a move on. This shit's not gonna move itself." Ynoa snapped, wrapping his knuckles against the outer hull before stepping away. Borler and Shane met up with him a moment later, their own rifles clipped to their armor. Ynoa turned to each of them, checking his chrono once more. "Get the rest of this stuff loaded up, we'll worry about stuff we've got to cut down to size later, though I don't think there's anything left, is there?" The Coronel turned and looked around, bringing his hand up to his brow to block the afternoon sunlight from shining in his eyes. After a moment of gazing he turned back to the Captains. "Looks like that was it. If we find anything else, we still have both the Space Masters. Get the rest of these filled up and out of here, just don't touch those piles over there. That Mando stuff will be for the Jedi, when they show up to grab it."
Bariq and Shane nodded, then each stepped off to their respective companies' work areas. DOG was handling Jedi salvage, EASY, Mandalorian. Ynoa watched the two men walk away, then shot a quick message to the Commander, letting him know they already had several loads prepped for transport. It would be nearly an hour before the vessels would leave and another before they returned again, but considering the amount of materials they were packing, Ynoa wasn't complaining. The resources would go towards the repair of infrastructure on a handful of worlds, like Contruum, which was still working to rebuild in the aftermath of Lord Nexus' attack. Eventually, Jedi crews would make their way to this location and the two others GALSAF's forces had started work on, and when they did, the Peacekeeping Task Force's salvage would be waiting for them, along with a fair share of Mandalorian remains.

At the perimeter within the woodline surrounding the clearing, four MAT-TE walkers were positioned in equal distance from one another throughout the security line. They were painted a mottled-green/brown pattern, with sharp lines used to help the vehicles blend in to the dense environment. Of course, they were large vehicles, and such paint schemes were only intended to fool long distance observers. Each MAT-TE was accompanied by a platoon of commandos, who filled the spaces between the vehicles with firing positions amongst the trees and hills. A squad remained with each armored tank to more easily interact with any arrivals, be they Jedi or otherwise. Any activity was reported, of course, so when Jedi arrived at the Temple locations 1st Battalion had already abandoned, forward scouting assets reported this back to their respective leadership. Ynoa received continuous reports about their activity during the next several hours, and transmitted reports of his own to the Jedi. Most of the reports were banal, filled with minor details. The data contained covered how much of what sorts of materials they had found, and how much they had already loaded into GALSAF vessels for transport. Ynoa made sure to be clear to the Jedi leadership that they were not securing everything they found. For the time being, Ynoa had settled on halving whatever remained from the Mandalorian Clan forces. He was reading over another report from GALCOM as the setting sun lit the sky with fire before darkness began to fall. The Jedi were running the same rounds his own troops had, collecting remains and debris. But if Jedi forces made their way towards the clearing, Ynoa wanted to be ready to greet them. They're materials were already gathered and organized for this sector, as were their dead. He turned and made his way towards the Southern perimeter as work continued on into the darkening day, checking his commlink and read over a handful of messages, one from the Commander and others. He called for the Battalion Foreserjeant, Master Sergent Draff Dillon to follow him. "C'mon mate, we've got Jedi headin' over." Dillon, a human male from Contruum, nodded towards him and stepped away from the conversation he was having with a pair of NCO's, joining the Coronel as he made his way to the Southern perimeter. Together they stepped into the thick forest, only able to find Whelmer 11-P by the gentle thrumming sound of its engines. The Coronel waved to the squad of commandos who were milling about the massive armored tank, checking equipment and weapons as they idling scanned about. One of the commandos caught sight of Ynoa and slapped the cockpit viewport of the MAT-TE with an armored glove. After a moment, the rear hatch of the beetle-shaped vehicle opened and Major Yorland Fector stuck his head out.
Need something Coronel? He asked. Ynoa trotted over to the rear of Whelmer 11-P. "We've got Jedi workin' over one of the Temples. I'm hoping to get a hold of them so they can get their wreckage right quick." The Major nodded, then keyed the hatch closed behind him, sealing it. Ynoa turned and joined the squad of commandos watching over this area of the forest. He recognized one of the soldiers as Sergent Acker Hastead from 1st Section, DOG Company. "How ya doin', mates? Word I've got from higher up says the Jedi want Mando scrap beskar. There's plenty to share, so we'll be keeping our fair portion. Thankfully the stuff's got no owner, so we shouldn't have any trouble. But since they have agreed to leave us Jedi scrap after it's been stripped of sensitive components, they might want to get that loaded first. That way it comes back to us sooner." The Coronel nodded to Master Sergent Dillon, who shrugged. I don't see any issues with that plan. He muttered through his helmet's vocoder as he looked back to the trees. Ynoa activated his helmet commlink, attempting to reach the Jedi forces. Jedi assets nearby, this is Coronel Hunter Ynoa, GALSAF First Battalion. I'm transmitting coordinates to a clearing nearby where we've got most of this area's salvage organized. You're free to come pick it up whenever. We'll be sittin' around. Ynoa lowered the commlink and looked around the darkening forests as he waited for a response.