Open  Plot  Hoth We Are Broken

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  1. Eisa Swan

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    OOC: Open Plot Thread - Rebels and Jedi Only

    Casually humming to herself, a slight female figure walked through the metal lined corridor of Star Base. A newly occupied base of operations for the Galactic Alliance, that had recently became the young teenager's home of sorts whilst the finishing touches were made to the installed systems throughout the base. The fiery haired teen continued her way through the network of corridors, her bright emerald hued eyes darting about as she continued to scan for the various land marks that allowed her to make her way throughout the base without getting too lost.

    A light murmur passed the teen's lips as she came to a standstill as the corridor came into a four way junction, her gaze narrowing as she looked down each of the opened paths available to her. "I shouldn't have let Ditto go on charge just yet" the teen commented to herself as she looked up and down branching corridors, as her hand rose up to run through her hair and massage the back of her neck. She had managed to do it once again, she had gotten herself lost in her new surroundings.

    Sighing the teen decided to just go down one corridor and see where it lead, worst case scenario she could always back track and provided she doesn't come across the icy climate out doors she should eventually find the mess room. Something that given the teen was a bit of an oddity to have not memorized the route between the mess room, the hanger and the main plant room off by heart over the few days she had been stationed at the base by now.

    As she continued down the corridor the teen, she pursed her lips in thought as she studied series of spaces that were sparing off either side of her. As much as she tried she couldn't find anything that looked familiar. Coming to a halt the teen looked over her shoulder and contemplated turning back, only to have her attention get pulled to the side as the pneumatic sound of the door sliding open. As her bright emerald gaze falling upon a twi'lek officer, the pensive lost look on her features softened at the sight of the new arrival.

    "Umm, do you know which way the mess hall is? i've gotten lost again" Eisa asked the green skinned male, who simply rolled his eyes as he cast a light grin at the teen's predicament. "Go back the way you came, turn right and then its the second corridor to the left" the officer advised with a light chuckle at the teen's candid admission that she was lost within the base. Thanking the Twi'lek for the directions the teen spun on her feet and back tracked on herself back towards the path she came along, before following the directions given to her.

    Soon enough the fiery haired teen had found herself crossing the threshold of an all to familiar site, the Base's mess hall. Her eyes scanning over the ranked tables and chairs that were spread out throughout the dining area, there were a few familiar looking faces among those already gathered on their breaks. Her gaze soon panned over towards the large holonet screens hung from the ceiling, displaying live feeds from the various holo News networks or the IRNN. Like usual the news channels were often left running so some the rebels can keep an ear out for anything that might have happened closer to their home world's or loved ones.

    Shaking her head, as she suddenly pulled her attention back towards her current objective. Eisa directed her attention on the cantine area of the mess hall, her bright emerald eyes intently studying the array of food that was stacked in the self service counter. Picking up a tray the teen, soon made short work of loading her tray up with a healthy mountain of food and made her way over towards an empty table.

    Sitting down at the table, the teen had barely waited for her rear to touch the seat of her chair before she had started to lift the food from her tray and started to eat away. Whilst her gaze alternated between the tray of food and her retrieved holopad, the teen was soon lost in cheerfully enjoying her meal whilst working her way through the various messages and work request dockets that had came through to her device. Periodically Eisa's attention would lift up towards the mess hall around her, as a round of laughter echoed out from one of the gathered groups or some catchy tune ringing out as an advertisement played over the holonet.
     
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  2. Azran Tempest

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    "If you continue along there, you should be able to find someone that could direct you to him. I'm sorry I couldn't be more help, I'm sure your brother will be around."

    "No problems, man, here's to hoping he didn't get blown up, stabbed or shot. Knowing that idiot he's survived all three!"

    Azran had finally returned from his searches in the unknown regions, trying to find his lost home, hoping to locate fellow Vahla to aide in the war against the Empire. Originally, he wouldn't have bothered joining the Alliance, but after Horus' very vocal inclination towards the cause, his twin brother had decided to join up in his own right. One thing never changed, however, and that was his strong dislike for cold weather. Hoth had been marked for him as a newly founded base of the Rebellion, one of the few he'd managed to discover, and so here he would make his introductions. He wore his basic leather harness and suit, the thing was warm enough and had his weapons in order at his sides. He didn't expect to get in a tussle here, unless sparring, so he didn't bother to have his hands wavering around his weapons at all times as he did usually. To his surprise, the base was abuzz with rebels of all shapes and sizes. It was wonderful to see the work being done, but he had a thirst to quench, so to the mess hall he would go. Strolling in, he noticed immediately it was also almost as full as the hallways. A grin flashed across his features.

    "Horus! About time you'd join us, we thought you got lost out there on one of your runs!"

    "Uhm... sorry, I understand the confusion. I'm his brother. You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"

    "Last I heard he was headed to Ord Mantell to help some Mayor with something or other. Though I thought he'd swing by. You two identical twins?"

    "I mean I got the charm of the family, he was stuck with the rest, so you make that judgment call yourself, eh?"

    With a chuckle, he left the gaggle to their conversation, approaching the lunch area and asking for some basics. Instead of ordering food premade, he simply requested two slices of bread, a tomato, and butter. Tossing a credit to the workers, he collected his food and went to choose a table. Looking around, most of them had been filled, but one caught his attention. For some reason, she felt like a glowing lamp nearest to him, the Force tingling in the back of his mind. He frowned for a moment. Around Horus, sure, but who exactly was this girl to have such an aura about her. She seemed to be distracted, and was certainly distracting, though maybe for first introductions he wouldn't bother with the usual cheese. He cursed under his breath, having realized he forgot to ask for cheese. All the luck in the Galaxy, he supposed, waving the redhead down with a smile.

    "Hello there! Would you mind if I joined you?"

    He held up the sandwich parts awkwardly, nearly dropping the tomato, and simply caught it with his off hand, grimacing slightly. Great first impressions, absolutely fantastic. Now he was the clumsy one of the bunch, eliciting a laugh from the sullustan he'd spoken to earlier. Azran shot a look backwards with a twinkle in his eye, waiting for her response.


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  3. Mig Cabra

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    Mig was new to the cold planet. He was not sure if he could say he enjoyed it though. Much of his time had been spent either on Manaan or Kashyyyk where things were more... normal and happy. He had even left his droid friend back home. It was truly lonely here for the Gotal Engineer even if it was a short stay. After a long shift of working on some of the base systems, he decided to get some food from the mess hall. Mig assumed most food here would be frozen or poorly reheated. It was something at least and he hardly could complain about a free meal. More than that, he actually managed to recognize someone that was in the mess hall.

    "Hi there, friend!" Mig greeted loudly as he found Eisa sitting at a table, ignoring anyone else nearby. "A friendly face on a cold planet warms my heart!"

    The Gotal Engineer sat right next to Eisa as close as he possibly could. His tray basically touched hers when he set it down on the table. A giant grin lined his face as he did so. Mig had worked with Eisa before and seen her from time to time. He considered her a friend even if they were not super close. Mig saw them as super close at least. His own mash of food was probably gross looking as well considering Mig went for a more 'exotic' choice.

    "How are you friend? Oh the news is on! I wonder if there is anything good. I heard a story about the cutest little creatures the other day! All of them died!" He dug into his food as he paused. "This food is much better than I expected! Such service! What do you guys have?"

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  4. Valerie Tagge

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    It had been about a week or so since Valerie had arrived at Star Base. While at first she was impressed with the quick foundation of the Alliance outpost, the novelty of the location had quickly worn off. The icy plains of Hoth were actually quite beautiful to behold... That is if you weren't caught up in one of the blizzards that raged every second day. The cold had really started to get to Vee. She would often find herself holed up in her ship with the thermo-regulator pumped up to its maximum setting in an attempt to warm her frozen extremities. More than once had Vee been scolded for her high usage of power resources yet she ignored them for the most part. It wouldn't be long before she moved on from the base anyway. Valerie had been assigned to continue maintenance on the shield generator now that proper replacement parts had arrived and she was all but finished with that.

    Valerie had spent the past few minutes navigating her way towards the mess hall. She had been officially banned from entering the hangar bay now and the only other place she knew with adequate heating was there. Vee generally did not enjoy spending time in the mess hall as it was more often than not filled to the brim with smelly rebels that tended to irritate her. The corridors of star base were awfully bland and even though she masterfully suggested a system of brightly color coding each sector, management did not comply. And here I am trying to help out, she thought in frustration. It was no wonder that every few minutes she would stumble across a lost rookie without a proper layout of the base. Every time she would consider pointing them in the right direction and yet every time she would choose not to. It's not that she was mean spirited or anything, she was just really cold and had no time to dally.

    It didn't take her long to arrive at the door of the mess hall. She was clad head to toe in a furry coat and even sported a pair of snazzy bantha-fur slips on her feet. The door to the mess hall slid open and she was greeted with a blast of warm air and a mixture of general chatter and music from the holonet. Her eyes immediately caught on to two specific individuals which caused her heart to drop through the floor.
    "Kriff," she whispered under her breath. Mig and Eisa. An especially cold chill ran down her spine and she shivered. That's a power couple if I ever saw one, she concluded. She made her way sneakily over to the rusty old caf machine in the corner of the room, making sure to stay unnoticed. God forbid she get dragged into a conversation with those two, she would rather lick a Hutt. The caf machine was annoyingly loud and the hot beverage it served was mediocre at best but it was pretty much all they had to give respite from the cold. As she arrived at the shoddy contraption, she pressed a couple buttons and the machine rumbled to life. A series of loud whirs and clatters could be heard from its inner workings and a thin trickle of steaming fluid began to flow from the nozzle.
     
  5. Eisa Swan

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    Pursing her lips as she worked her way through the barrage of messages that had filled her inbox, the firey haired teen reached over for another handful of food with one had whist the other tapped away at the holopad, responding to and flagging various messages. Her attention got pulled away from her working lunch as she caught glimpse of someone waving to her withing her peripherary, looking up briefly as the voice asked if it was OK to join her. Eisa flashed a light smile before looking back down at her tablet. "Sure thing Horus" the teen responded lightly as her attention slowly returned to her food and holopad, completely unaware that she had mistaken the stranger for his twin brother.

    A series of tutting sounds escaped the teens lips as she regarded the device, her eyes visibly scanning back and forth as she read the displayed text. "Thought you were off to Ord Mantell, can't have finished your assignment that quickly" Eisa questioned the man she believed to be Horus, whilst she was slowly placing the holopad down unto the table. Her gaze narrowing slightly as she regarded the older teen sat infront of her, something didn't seem quite right, visually he looked alot like the rebel she had worked with, but there were some slight differences, that she wasn't sure if she noted before. Especially since the majority of their missions together had been a relentless assault of one thing to the next.

    Her musings over the man sat infront of her however were soon short lived as another rather loud voice called greeted her, the teens bright emerald hued eyes turned to regard the diminutive form of a Gotal male. A light smile crossed her features in recognition of the rather eccentric Rebel Engineer. "Heya Mig" the teen responded initially before raising a eyebrow as she watched the Gotal sit almost as close to her as physically possible. Though despite the diminutive engineer not quite understanding the meaning of personal space, the teen shrugged it off as she reached for some more of the food stacked on her tray. Whist she listened to the Gotal speak around mouthfuls of his food order.

    "Not too bad thanks, busy as you can imagine with getting the few teething problems sorted for this place" Eisa responded initially after swallowing down her latest mouthful of her meal, her gaze panning over towards Mig tray as her commented on his own meal before asking what everyone else had chosen. "Umm nothing in particular, a few helpings of Chokie, a few meats from Kashyyyk that think they get in for Grey and some other stuff" she commented as she panned her fork over the small stack of food. "You know just snacking food" she added with a shrug, despite the fact that what she was working her way through would be enough for a small family.

    Slowly she shifted her attention back towards Azran, her eyes narrowing again briefly before widening in realisation of something. "Hang on you're not Horus" the teen commented aloud, even though her relayed revelation was more aimed at herself than anyone in particular. "Sorry, you just look an awful lot like a guy ice worked with on s few missions" she explained after a brief moments pause.
     
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  6. Aurelian Keth

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    His life had been busy lately. A little too busy in his opinion. The bookish man had been jumping from planet to planet in the name of the growing alliance. There had been Tatooine, Anoat, Ryloth, Ruusan, Naboo and Eriadu not to mention all the other bits and pieces that leapt up in between assignments. Running around while going from dealing with gangsters, to high pressure negotiations and then tackling slavers one after another might be what some of the rebels considered a fun time. Not Aurelian. He was not a thrill seeker. What Aurelian wanted to do was go explore ruins, crawl through the records of old archives and sit in libraries for endless hours in the pursuit of forgotten knowledge. Yet he’d had barely any time to pursue any of his studies. However he was growing close to something, he was fairly sure. He’d found a possible mention of an old Jedi Enclave, or Sanctuary, set up during the days when the Jedi had realised their Order had lost the war. He was still trying to track down the co-ordinates but once he had he’d bring them to Aurora to see if she could help. He was fairly certain from what he’d read that the location needed at least two Jedi to open, a Master and an Apprentice, so hopefully the Jedi was getting busy rebuilding the Order and had a Padawan or two to bring along.

    In fact part of the reason he’d come to Hoth in the first place was because he wanted somewhere private to continue his studies while getting away from the madness that was Savareen. It was nice to have somewhere safe to compile his notes and artefacts on the old Jedi Order but the main Rebel Base was a complete chaotic nightmare half the time making it difficult to focus. It was also where his superiors tended to throw missions at him left, right and centre. The other reason was because the mission to secure the Anoat Sector had been his second ever mission for the Alliance. The base had also been built as a sort of base for Star Squadron which Aurelian was part off, so he’d come here with to work on his new Malla Class Starfighter and to start considering upgrades to the ship. The new fighters issued to Star Squadron had won the scholar's heart and he'd managed to get his hands on a sublight booster which he'd recently fitted, although still untested, to the stubfighter.

    Aurelian had also found that he quite liked Hoth. Oh sure it was a frozen hellhole but deathly cold was still superior to unbearably hot like Tatooine. Plus the endless icy wastelands meant the planet was nice and quiet aside from the incredibly loud wind that cut across Hoth’s surface, which was kind of relaxing as long as you where indoors of course. Of course he’d only arrived here yesterday so maybe it was just the newness of it all.

    The scholar glanced at the scattered datapads across the table in front of him and the few handwritten notebooks which he used for the most important elements of his research, he’d always preferred that to the digital recording of data although the second was admittedly both more efficient and reliable. As his stomach rumbled Aurelian realised he hadn’t eaten anything all day, he knew there was a base restaurant nearby although he hadn’t actually been there since arriving. The scholar had only eaten one proper meal and luckily the personnel on the base had actually brought it to him after discovering him half-asleep under a mountain of dishevelled notes. Tidying everything up he left the small meeting room, locking it behind him and made his way out to grab a meal. It was a short enough distance and the fact that it took Aurelian 25 minutes to travel the 5 minute distance between the room he’d used for studying in and the canteen wasn’t his fault. They halls where very twisty although he still had absolutely no idea how he’d ended up at the base toilets twice when trying to find is way.

    Walking into the large mess hall Aurelian glanced around. It was a pretty nice setup. Tables and chairs arrayed around a dining area and numerous screens with various holonet feeds. There seemed to be a few men and women arrayed around the room but none that where immediately recognisable.

    Seeing a caf machine he walked over to get a drink first, his eyes where killing him from reading for far too long. Standing behind the girl at the machine who was getting her drinks he waited silently before frowning faintly, feeling pretty sure he’d seen her before. It took a few moments but finally the hazy half-forgotten memory of that drunk party flooded back to him. Realising that he’d been staring and she’d probably noticed he smiled, a little self-consciously, and nodded. “Ahh…sorry, uhm you were at Anoat weren’t you? I might be wrong but weren’t you the one telling the story from the tabletop?” he said in a rather pathetic attempt to strike up conversation. “Oh I'm Aurelian Keth by the way.”

    ‘Oh sure you can negotiate with assassins and make first contact with a new alien species but try to say hi to a colleague and you sound like an idiot.’
     
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  7. Azran Tempest

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    "Apparently my brother has made a name for himself. The name's Azran, common mistake... we're identical twins. I know what you're thinking, what are the odds there where two people in the Galaxy that looked this good, but I assure you miracles do happen."

    Azran became thoughtful for a moment, even as he placed his sandwich materials down and began to carve out the top of the tomato. What was Horus doing on Ord Mantell? Helping a Mayor? Since when was he a politician? A lot had changed since his departure, apparently, still, his wit was as sharp as ever. There was one major difference between Horus and Azran, one was significantly more polite and the other got rather volatile, Azran being the later. He had never adopted his brother's patience, preferring to handle everything with his trademarked charm.

    They both shared the charisma, however, though Azran was most likely to spout random nonsense like the quips above. He was about to ask what his brother was doing on that ball of mud when a loud and ringing voice called out from the crowd. Azran visibly rolled his eyes slightly, that had been loud. Very loud. Unnecessarily loud, but still he smiled at the being who approached. Rather appropriately named Mig.

    "Is it common for animal murders to be broadcasted on the Holonet? Seems a lot has changed since... how long has it been? Way too long, apparently."

    The small creature he could recognize as a Gotal, with the insignia marking him as an engineer of some form or another. He sat rather precariously close to the redhead, whom he just realized had gone unnamed. What an egregious lack of manners on his part, something he would correct if she didn't introduce herself. He instead began to slice the tomato with his vibroknife, horizontally, before applying some butter to the toast. It was a process, but tomato sandwiches were among the most delicious things to choose from in a mess hall. Another human approached (at least he appeared human), striking up a conversation with the redhead. This one seemed like one giant family, it was heartwarming.

    Finishing the sandwich, he added the sliced tomatoes and the concoction was complete. Azran took a quick bite, swallowed, and turned slightly to nod at the newcomer. Turning back to the redhead, he smiled gently.

    "You seem popular today. Everyone's a friend, hmm."
     
  8. Mig Cabra

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    "This place has teeth? How delightfully horrifying! Please show me! I've just been stuck working on the generators. Nothing as exciting as handling the teeth!" Mig was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of a base with teeth. "What are wrong with the teeth? Do they have cavities? How awful!"

    The Gotal Engineer would listen intently to Eisa and any news she had of the teeth. The others coming over to the table, likely males coming to court a female, seemed to speak to Mig a bit too. He was delighted to see so many new friends and one human even acknowledged that everyone was a friend. This was a good place to be after all. As unlikely as he had thought it to be, Mig had found warm hearts on a cold planet after all. He was happy as could be at that moment.

    After hearing a description of Eisa's food he waited until she was turned to one of the others before slowly and confidently taking off a piece of food. Mig set the piece of meat onto his mash and inspected it closely. He poked at it with one finger and then attempted to cut it in half with his utensils. If Eisa had not stopped him by then he would lean in extremely close and sniff it. Then he would give both pieces a gentle lick for spices and texture. After all of that he would put it back on Eisa's tray and not eat it. That's when Mig would see her.

    "VALERIE! OH VALERIE!"
    He would shout and wave to the woman by the caf machine. "Almost did not see you! Come sit with us!"

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  9. Eisa Swan

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    The teens softened features as Azran identifed his identity and the shared link beyond looking the spitting image of Horus, a slight twitch of her eyebrow crossed her features as the human male turned the introduction to towards the miracle of the galaxy being blessed with two equally good looking faces. A light chortle snuck through her lips, but before she could respond the Gotal Engineer had spoke out, seemingly completely getting tge wrong end of the stick of the firey teens comment.

    Looking somewhat dumbfounded at the line on questions that came about from the Gotal engineer, the fiery haired teen stared blankly at Mig before casting an equally blank look over to Azran. "Ummm" the teen murmured got a moment as she tried to think of an alternate way to describe the initial issues the new systems were experiencing. "Not actual teeth Mig, just the new systems that have been installed, some of the equipment wasn't calibrated for the icy temperatures" she continued trying to add clarity to her earlier use of teething issues, before pursing her lips in thought. "You know like snagging issues or defects?" she added, hoping the more technical terms would give tge engineer a better understanding of her meaning. Though whether it was a species thing or simply a difference in thier training, the young teen in particular hadnt really had any formal education or training having just learnt whilst on the tools, naturally picking up the informal terminology.

    Still hopefully that should have settled down the moment of bewilderment, as the teen returned her attention towards Horus' brother, Azran. Her eyes then moving over towards the news screens that dotted around the mess hall, before pursing her lips in thought at the man's question. "Depends on the channel" Eisa commented before reaching over towards her plate for anther few morsels of food, her gaze briefly crossing over to see that Mig was somewhat dissecting various items from her tray. Opting just to leave the food for now, the teen rescued her carbonated drinks bottle from the tray and sat it infront of her. "The IRNN will only do it if they can spin it, dangerous beasts ravaging a farming community. Galant Agents intervened by torching the entire nest. .. You know so they look like the benevolent rulers" she continued before reaching back down to her drink and popping the bottle cap off, and proceeding to take a few swigs from the bright neon green fizzing liquid. "The old empire lot, they just broadcast what ever makes them to be the strongest.... We torched the animals nest because they were weak parasites or something like that" the continued before trailing off with a sigh, her gaze shifting up to the corresponding news screen that was displaying the feed from the old empire, or what ever the hard line version of the Sith imperial rule was to be known as. "But unlike the IRNN they tend to be much more graphic in what they broadcast, the whole rule of the strong willed and weeding out the weak" the added before taking a few more swigs from her drink.

    A slight eyebrow raised as the twin commented on her apparent popularity, before her gaze moved around the ad hock cluster of new arrivals, gathered around the table and the caf machine. An array of familiar faces coming into sight, nodding in understanding the teen returned her attention onto Horus. "Yeah Kinda" she replied coyly, feeling her features flush a little. "But being the short assed mechanic referred to as titch or that girl with bright orange dyed hair, kinda makes me stand out eh?" she added with a light grin crossing her features, as a light chuckle passed her lips to ease off the teens awkwardness. "Though if people aren't calling me by some nickname, it's Often Eisa" she continued, offering her name to Azran.
     
  10. Arda Breaux

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    Arda remembered one summer day when she was younger and her brothers were still with her, the fields were full of blooming flowers from the recent melt of the mountain snow; it was unusually warm, but it didn't seem to bother her or anyone else in her village. However, in her daydreams and thoughts, she and her brothers pondered on a world completely covered by ice and snow; how ridiculous at the time they thought it would be, Orin though swore up and down the Spacers talked about such worlds, but for Arda, it was hard sometimes to wrap her head around other worlds besides their own at their ages.

    However, now, when she heard of a world completely covered by snow and ice, the girl just had to see it for herself. Boarding a ship with other rebels who were transporting supplies, they thought she was crazy she would be willingly wanting to go to a place that was so miserably cold. In her naivety she certainly was not prepared for the cold; thinking of the cold winters on Corellia, this was not even in comparison; one even teased her for looking like a wampa creature with the number of layers she had acquired and yet she was still chilled. Not to mention how dry it was, her lips and throat became parched within moments after arriving, though she was not necessarily a hot mess, she certainly was feeling like a mess and filled with regrets and the rumbling stomach.

    The girl managed to find herself the largest and hottest cup of caf and Arda never thought she would ever be so thankful for such a beverage on such a world. She held the cup with two hands, warming them from the chill that seemed to seep into her bones as she turned to look around the mess hall. Her eyes carefully scanned the area trying to find the warmest place until she could get a transport off-world and vow to herself not to return unless it was necessary. She had heard some yelling and her eyes directed to one table with a familiar face, her own light up with joy recognizing Eisa. Others not so much, as most of her time had been spent in isolation, training with Master Aurora.

    Arda with a quick, ableit graceful pace, slide into a seat with the rest of the group.

     
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    As a momentary lull fell over the various discussions that rang out between the various pockets of Rebels either stationed at Starbase or just simply visiting. The light but audible sounds of a news bulletin rang out from the various holonet screens dotted about the mess hall.

    ++ This is Mydnyte Vex, of The True Empire News Network. Of this hour we are pleased to announce that, following an exhaustive three months. Local Imperial Law Enforcement under the direction of the High Governour of Roonadan have finally started to bring an end to the blight of the insufferable illegal transportation of stolen goods and slaves that have weakened the planet's long suffering economy. ++

    A pale skinned almost ashen haired human female spoke out in a long drawling voice, hr combination of the self gratifying smugness to her tone and thr condescending grin plastered over her features was almost comparable to having to tolerate nails scraping along a chalkboard, whilst video clips to the side of her shown a group of middle aged men, wearing heavily worn and tattered robes combined with an unhealthy look of malnutrition about them being pulled forcefully out of a detention centre's processing chamber and corralled through a public Street flanked in all directions by a series of heavy armed guards.

    ++ The first such pivotal example is the summary conviction and execution of one Elic
    Swan, captain of the Grey Swan and his crew all of whom were charged and convicted with several nefarious crimes including Smuggling, Conspiring against the True Empire, tax and tariff evasion, Espionage and aiding known terrorists cells. After a brief appearance before the high judge, Elic Swan and his crew were found guilty and were immediately executed for thier crimes. ++


    The news anchor continued before nonchalantly, shuffling through her papers to ready herself for the next story. Whilst being displayed on the screen beside her, was the aforementioned Captain and his crew being lined up against a wall scarred with plasma burns, and then unceremoniously gunned down in a hail of blaster rifle fire. The camera at this point zooming in and panning over the smoking lifeless remains of the 'criminals' featured in the news bulletin, the intention to convey a clear message to all within the Old Empire that thier crimes will not go unpunished.

    ++ Naturally we will report more on the true Empires advances in tackling lawless Smuggler's as more information becomes available. Meanwhile, on Bespin ... ++
     
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  12. Ner Giza

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    ”Bantha breath!”, she yelled throwing the torque wrench across the cargo bay of the Tempest Hunter as the end of the capacitor snapped in two. Nine-nine put up such a fuss, rushing over to see what sort of damage she had done to his baby and bleeping at her so loudly that a fly wouldn’t light on her. Rising to her feet, she cracked her head on the hatch and cursed a right streak.

    ”Alright already. I’ll go see if I can find Aurel before I break anything else.” Feeling that the droid should have understood how hard it was to do this sort of thing with three extra pair of gloves on, she hoped there was more heat somewhere in the base. While doing the repairs the circuits that ran the heaters had been disabled in order to effect the repairs to the aft shields. At least this is what 99 told her but she suspected that was a line of spliced code.

    Slipping the hood of her parka up, she exited the Tempest Hunter and began wending her way toward the smell of food. It took a while, walking around on ice was a bit of a trick but she eventually managed to make the adjustments to her balance, the tread on her boots took care of the rest and so it was that she made her way to the mess hall without falling.

    The room was unusually quiet, the sound of a broadcast began announcing the scores for the ranked shockball teams and she wondered if maybe the mood was over some bets gone wrong or something. She never did take to sports finding the pursuit of such things to be pointless. At least this place had heat.

    Removing her gloves she scanned the room before spotting Aurel. A huge grin crossed her face as she sidled up next to him and said, ”There you are. 99 and I just got in. Care to give me a tour? This place is a real maze.” Her partner had basically moved here since joining up with Star Squadron. For a time their paths had diverged so they had a lot of catching up to do.

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  13. Aurelian Keth

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    Aurelian’s attempts to engage the raven-haired girl at the coffee machine had been completely forgotten. The Scholar watched with an expression of open horror and revolution as he realised where the news broadcast was heading when it showed the mistreated men being dragged out by Imperial Security Personnel. “They wouldn’t.” he muttered but he already knew it was a lie, of course they would. There was nothing the Empire wouldn’t do to advertise the lengths they would go to as a means to retain their grasp on the galaxy.

    The recording of the execution was shown life as the callous news anchor dispassionately announced their guilt and following execution. The death of the poor men wasn’t the end of it, the camera lingered and even zoomed in on the still forms of the so called “criminals” whose murder had just been shown for the public to see.

    As always the Empire’s cruel distortion of justice was heavy handed and inappropriate. They sought to quell resistance to their rule, to make it clear that their newly established independent Empire would be victorious. Even as the Imperial Republica began to fail, losing territory and widely being recognised being unable to defend themselves from Mandalorian Raiders, the Old Empire drove home the message that it was they who would keep order, not the Empire of the Core. However they where making a mistake in Aurelian’s opinion, even compared to the Imperial Republica the Old Empire was callous and cruel, to openly Sith-like. They would never manage a galactic wide victory. Only the ancient worlds of the Sith would tolerate such behaviour. These sorts of public broadcasts would only serve to spark rebellion even further.

    Aurelian blinked and turned to see the grinning face of Nera. Somehow the overjoyed expression seemed horrendous after what had just occurred and he flinched away from her instinctively. Quietly he said “The holonet feed… it….” he said softly, quietly as if doing so would make the event less terrible. His voice was noticeably strained. “The Old Empire just broadcasted a recording of an execution by firing squad, the victims looked like they’d been held captive and treated horribly before the murder was even carried out.”

    The man’s name was bothering him. Aurelian was certain that he’d never met him or even heard of him before but his surname seemed familiar and tugged at his memory somehow. A half-forgotten memory in the haze of the party that he’d gotten drunk at. Shaking his head, he realised it didn’t really matter.

    He just stood there after delivering the news to his companion. He’d forgotten about his wish for coffee and he certainly wasn’t hungry anymore.

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  14. Mig Cabra

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    Mig hardly had seen the news broadcast due to calling to another friend. He cared more for those around than watching the broadcasts. It seemed some commented on it but Mig failed to really see much of it. Another group of rebels, affiliated or not, cut down by the Sith. It was a bit sad but Mig was always hopeful. He looked at Aurelian and tilted his head slightly in confusion.

    "Did they commit many crimes?" The Gotal asked, somehow still cheerful. "Criminals are bad, but I guess we are too... are we?"

    His eyes went around the group to see if anyone thought they were criminals too. He was always unsure if they would be in the wrong. Mig knew his parents wanted him to do this. He knew it was the right thing. But did they do bad for good? Mig was unsure. Instead of thinking too long he dug into some more food mash.

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  15. Alysanne Drast

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    Alys had come to the conclusion that she liked Hoth. This was the first time in her life seeing snow, and while the cold could sometimes get a little excessive, the joy of experiencing snow for the first time was enough for her to ignore any minor inconveniences.

    She was in fact so enamored by the snow that she had volunteered to go out on patrol almost every other day, way more than anyone else at the base. It had slowed down her work on the new fighter Grey had somehow acquired for all of them, but she was happy to put in the extra hours if it meant she could spend more time out in the snow.

    She had just returned from a patrol and made her way to the mess to get something warm to drink, and finding the place a bit more crowded than usual had made her way to the far wall and made herself comfortable there as she sipped on her hot drink and watched the news.

    That was when the broadcast about the smugglers cut in, and Alys got the distinct feeling that she was missing something about the broadcast, some connection she should be making but was missing. Whatever it was, it made her uncomfortable. This was why they were fighting, to make sure things like this came to a stop. Sure, they might be criminals, but how much of it was simply a result of circumstance? How many souls was the Empire forcing into a life of crime and lawlessness because they didn't care for the very people they were supposed to govern?

    Shaking her head at the news, she returned her attention to her drink and took another sip to warm her insides. But she still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something that she was missing.

     
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  16. Ner Giza

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    The expression upon Ner’Giza’s face drastically fell seeing Aurel flinch. Had she thought she startled him she would have laughed but this was very different and her chest clenched, her body instinctively preparing her for whatever this was. Her painted eyebrows drew together intently as she listened to his halting mention of the news feed.

    Her eyes went to the view screen, having moved on to others news which barely registered, her eyes were focused upon the ticker-tape text running along the bottom edge of the image. The words filtered through her mind while the pit of her stomach grew tense, a pain of panic growing there because the words did not race across her vision swift enough.

    “...tax and tariff evasion, Espionage and aiding known terrorists cells.”

    ’Names damn you..what are their names!’. She cursed the slow moving feed dreading the worst until the string of tension was cut.

    “...After a brief appearance before the high judge, Elic Swan and his crew were found guilty and were immediately executed for their crimes.”

    Unbeknownst to her, her hand had moved to to press against her diaphragm while the moment of panic faded away. Her relief swiftly turned to shame setting her gaping mouth into a firm thin line. Just as she was beginning to shake her head she heard Mig’s comment which left her blinking.

    Bringing her hand to her nose, she pinched her nostrils together as the reality set in that one day she might see her uncle’s name run across such a feed. Her features paled not content to cease imagining tragedy; 'or even Aurel's.' She wiped her nose and wet her lips before speaking to Aurel. ”That’s just horrible…”, she said quite thankful she had missed the video of the execution.
     
  17. Eisa Swan

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    Looking up from her drink as she caught sight of Arda squeeze in and find a seat at the table, a warm smile crossed the fiery haired teen's features as she cast a friendly wave towards the young woman. Her bright emerald eyes lingering over the older female briefly before looking back down to her drink and taking a few more swigs from the fizzy beverage. Her attention panning over the gathered group of rebels around her, turning round in time to follow the various conversations that were taking place, before casting a furrowed brow at Mig as he started to call out rather excitably to a small gathering around the Caf dispenser, her head leaning over to see who the Gotal was calling towards.

    As a slight lull fell over the various conversations, the teen's attention was pulled to the chiming interlude crackling out from one of the holo screens as one of the Imperial news outlets came about to announce their latest headlines. An audible sigh escaping the teen's lips as she started to dismiss and tune out the news caster, as she spoke about a significant victory in the spate of crimes that had been inflicted against the Empire. Undoubtedly it was going to be some more self promoting propaganda to inflate the egos of the oppressive Sith rule that was imposed on the galaxy, despite her age Eisa was somewhat cynical towards the broadcasted lies that came out of the various Imperial news outlets.

    As she continued to sip away at her drink, the teen contemplated reaching back over to her abandoned tray to rescue a item of food that hadn't fallen pray to the unorthodox inspection methods of the Gotal engineer sat beside her. A sudden chill ran down the length of her spine, as her mind registered mention of Elic Swan. Her eyes widening slightly as she shot her gaze around the mess hall to try and zero in on who had mentioned the name, before snapping over to wards the holoscreen as the news caster continued, this time mentioning the Grey Swan. Staring dumbfounded at the screen the teen blinked a few times, trying to desperately process whether she had heard the mention of her dad's name and her family ship or not. Slowly the teen raised up out of her seat as she waved her hand towards those around her, a light shushing sound escaping her lips as she stared at the screen, her features going a deathly pale as she watched the disheveled image of her father being displayed on the screen.

    The worried look over the teens featured, swiftly passed into a bitter scowl as the news anchor carried on to list out the series of crimes that had been brought against her father and the rest of the Swan's crew. "That's Kriffing E Chu ta, you lying schutta whore!!!" The teen exclaimed over the silence, her voice carrying an unheard venomous tone to the teen's words. Her eyes were locked firm with those of the woman displayed on the screen, as the teen was almost visibly squaring up to the news anchor, hands balling into tight fists as a slew of tumultuous emotions flared up within the visibly shaking teen. Her presence within the Force sending out ripples that reflected the seething emotions that was coursing through her veins.

    "No... Dad...no... they can't ..." Eisa stammered at the announcement that her dad and the rest of the crew, people she saw as her family were all found guilty and summery executed for their supposed crimes. Her hands shakily covering her mouth as she took a few steps back, whilst whimpering in shock at the news. The aura around the young teen growing into a deep chill as her blood ran cold, as she watched each and every person she had known and grew up with be lined up and mercilessly gunned down by the faceless imperial troops.

    A shocked silence fell over the teen's whimpering as she watched in abject horror, as the camera panned over and zoomed in on the smoking lifeless bodies. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she slowly shook her head, desperately trying to cling to something that would prove to her what what she had seen was not happening. That it was all some form of twisted nightmare, but the more she processed it the harder the realisation that this was happening. And in the realisation of the hard truth, came the breaking point, a violent torrent of emotions erupted from the teen through the Force, cascading ripples of; anger, grief, sorrow, pain to name but a few of the more tangible emotions poured out first before the teen finally visibly and physically reacted to the broadcast. A long and hysterical scream came out from the teens lips, as she reached down for her drink and threw it hard at the holoscreen. Eisa's breathing was heavy and erratic between the slew of sobbing and hysterical screaming, clutching at the sides of her head with trembling hands, slowly backing away from the damaged screen. Her tear soaked emerald gaze desperately scanning over those around her, hoping that someone among the rebels she was sat with would reveal that this wasn't happening.
     
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  18. Arda Breaux

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    The hot drink seemed to cool off too fast for Arda's liking, her fingers becoming uncomfortably chilled once more and it brought back unlikable memories of her first winter on Corellia, the lack of heat and never really being able to warm up was entirely dreadful. The winter season on her homeworld would get cold, there would be snow that trickled from the mountains, but it felt like it was never really that cold. It was different, and the more Arda thought on the subject she started to compare the chill to that of when she touched the Sith's lightsaber, that same chill that was more than an atmospheric phenomenon. She noted to herself to ask Master Aurora about it later as her attention was drawn to the holo-screen of recent events.

    Some of the mess hall grew quiet as they watched the report from the Sith Empire about a group of smugglers who were captured. It wasn't news that was uncommon, the Sith and the Imperials alike, seemed to broadcast executions frequently. Arda was told once it was a mirage to the people in order to keep up the illusion that their homes were safe, and Arda could see how such tactics would work for the common individual.

    However, there was something unique about this report as her eyes slowly traveled around, those around her becoming more solemn in their appearance but as for the notion of why, she was uncertain; did they know who they were on the screen, were they on a recent mission given by the commander, was this more important than the others who also gave their life to the fight against the Sith. The girl slowly felt her brow furrow in confusion as her own thoughts continued and she begun to look around to others who had the same reaction, except for one who held a similar look (@Wit).

    Arda made eye contact, feeling the moment as they mutually shared until the red head burst in her anger and sadness and for Arda it made sense suddenly.

     
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  19. Mig Cabra

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    Mig was about to dismiss the broadcast completely and return to munching when it seemed someone could not quite get over it. He looked over at Eisa and became very curious when she screamed. The girl tossed her drink at the holoscreen which he hoped would not ruin it. He wanted to watch more news and entertainment. She was certainly making this a scene. The Gotal's first move was to protect his food from her anger, but once she backed away he would watch her with utmost curiosity.

    "Oh my. Friend Eisa, what could be wrong?" He asked, slowly standing and move closer to her. "We see those all the time, it does not need to cause this reaction each time. Calm down, please. It is just fake stuff and lowly criminals!"

    The Gotal would give a big smile to her. He thought he was approaching this the best he could. His friend would thank him for being so reasonable and logical during her emotional time. Mig had heard that sometimes human females were like this at times. Usually during a special time of the month. He was unsure what that meant but women were supposed to sleep and get desserts during this time. Or so he thought.

    "Perhaps this is a special time of the month? I can go get chocolate cake for you!" Mig said cheerfully to her.

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  20. Leah Reach

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    Leah was in the private war chambers. With several other ambassadors, rebel strategists, and intelligence officers, she was deliberating over the Alliance’s next move in the Outer Rim Territories. Commander Greybok had floated the idea of a presence on Endor but she was uncertain of its worth. Alliance Commander Ion was focusing his efforts on the Rimma hyperlane. An aspiring rebel was moving in for an uncharted world home to aquatic natives. The Rebellion was stretched thin, but she had hope. She always did. There was always more for the Alliance to do in such trying times. A thousand options to choose from. Before she could continue the discussion, however, she felt it.

    A warning in the Force. Faint and distant but still very strong. She had fostered a bond with one of her students, Eisa Swan, and she knew the girl was present on Hoth. If the Force was telling her something, she must have had something to do with it. Stepping away from the conference table as the other rebels were in heated discussion, she noticed a broadcast out of the corner of her eye. Imperial propaganda was nothing she believed was worth her time, but it was always playing. For some reason. For reasons she didn’t exactly agree with. And seeing the reporter, hearing the report, she knew why it was wrong. Drawing a deep breath at the name of Elic Swan, she exited the chambers. Then, she ran. Harder than she should. Refusing to see what happened next.

    Leah came to a halt in the mess hall. Ahead of her, she could see Eisa slumped beneath a broken screen. She had just witnessed the death of her father. The loss of a man she had loved for all her life. The emotions she projected in the Force, the raw power and guilt, was enough to send the Jedi Master back with a stagger. The girl was stronger than she knew, and the older woman could not allow her to fall prey to her pain. Not like Leah had. Not when she lost her daughter, her son, her husband. The darkness could not take Eisa Swan.

    As the rebels descended into silence, she noticed one alien attempt to comfort her. Hoping he might relieve a piece of her anguish, Leah slowly approached. But to her shock and horror, the rebel had only made matters worse. Trying to reassure her that her father was a criminal, that his death was not worth her time. However, that was just the beginning. If he wasn’t driving the plane of the conversation into the mountain, he had just nosedived it straight into a pit of lava. His comment disgusted the Jedi Master, but her fears laid with Eisa. What he said would elicit the worst out of the girl and send her not into a spiral of grief but anger. And anger into hate, and hate into the dark side.

    She made herself known and immediately stepped in between Mig and her student. With a hand on his shoulder, she inched him away from Eisa as kindly but as quickly as she could. “Mother of Moons, what the hell is wrong with you?” A scowl was settled deep in her cold features. Leah couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her voice fell into a hiss. “This is Eisa Swan. Have you no sense of empathy?” She hoped the rebel would piece together the puzzle at the mention of the girl’s last name, but given how dim-witted he was, the Jedi seriously doubted it. Instead, she returned her attention to the young woman, took her by the hand and leaned in close. Running a hand over her back, trying to comfort her, she tried to lead her out of the cafeteria.

    Eisa, listen to my voice. Eisa, please. It’s okay, it’s alright.” Holding her in an embrace, she sought to escape the prying eyes around her. It was time for them to return to whatever they were doing. Time for Leah to salvage the mess before it was too late.

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