Beacon Of Hope

[Juulius Kryze]

Randon, Capital City Outskirts
13:28 Planetary Time​

The VH-Series Freighter trundled through the sky making way to land just outside of the main city, the vista of a wartorn hellscape below was enough to make even a stalwart warrior feel remorse for those caught in the middle of it all. Eric The Bee was the ship they had commissioned for this journey and it was painted in a black and yellow striped pattern. It was possibly the only smuggling crew ballsy enough to fly a mercenary, rebel, jedi and mandalorian into a contested warzone hauling relief supplies that would be snatched up by the hutts the second they found it. Shifting in his seat, helmet off and deck sweeper across his lap Juulius had his head leaned back against the bulkhead with his eyes closed. This joint venture would serve as an opportunity to show the galactic stage Mandalorians aren't just blood thirsty animals, some of them had hearts from time to time.

The tasks were simple on paper deliver the food and water to the refugee camp that had formed from the fighting inside the city displacing many residents, provide an urgent casevac to the wounded rebel forces fighting in the capital district and deliver munitions to the rebels to combat the snake like droids the hutts utilize. Nasty robotic troops with a built in blaster arm and the other a vibroblade, less than a fair fight in Juulius's mind but then again his commanders did use basilisk droids more than a few times to reign terror.

"So, what do you think our odds are on getting out alive?" Juulius asked to the others without lifting his head or opening his eyes. He was deep in meditation and playing it off like he was resting, but he was channelling the force and steeling himself for battle or whatever was about to come before the group.

@Denise Macko @Gerruf @Vas Kodro @Darasuum​

 

[Denise Macko]

Denise had left her crew, doing some transport run. She was here helping this motley crew as a spare hand. A pilot who had hired her, she was unsure why, as she was not really extra fighter for the mission. Though the money was good, so she was not going to turn it down. Though if anyone inspects her blaster will quickly realize it was set to stun, and not kill as she does not want to be responsible for someone death if she can help it. She looked at her companions as she played her flute, to entertain the others on board the ship. She did have one secret agenda, make sure the Mandalorians get the credit, via the holo-net if the opportunity became available. She put her flute down for a moment, and moved towards the cockpit, passing the Jedi. She looked at him, it was the first time she saw a Bothan, she smiled and then said to him Smile As she used her datapad to take a picture of him, she then said the same to Mon Calamari, and then took a quick snap. She then said Pre-mission photos.

She then heads to the cockpit, where she heard the Mando, who she wanted the best picture possible off. He asked what do you think our chance of living are on this mission, she smiled and then did a selfie with him, and replied Good I hope. She had no idea he was force sensitive, or capable of using the force, as she thought the Mandos hated force users. Okay, guys, I need to put my armour on, before we dock this thing. She then headed to a quiet room to get quickly changed. As she did not want to leave the ship without wearing her armour.

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[Gerruf]

Engrossed in his own meditative ritual, sleep, Gerruf only sluggishly responded to the words being thrown his way. Lifting his head, he found himself looking into the lens of a datapad, which the girl was apparently using to take a picture. He did not smile, only wrinkling his furry snout somewhat as he tried to blink the sleep from his eyes. It took a few moments but he finally managed to recall what the Mandalorian had said, and formulate a response. A brief shrug gave voice to most of his feelings on the matter, sighing quietly as he imagined the ways this all could go wrong. Charitable delivery wasn't overly dangerous, but they WERE going into a war zone. A war zone teeming with Hutt forces who would be every eager for what they were trying to deliver. "We must trust in the will of the force to see us though." He eventually said, leveling a gaze upon the Mandalorian. "With that, anything is possible."

The Mandalorian mystified him slightly. Gerruf had been lead to believe that their culture heavily, even fatally sometimes, frowned upon the concept of force users. Yet the man sitting with him in their transport seemed quite strong with the force, embodying a presence that suggested some training even. Of course, he was only a Padawan, hardly experienced in the ways of reading the force. That was why he was here rather than fighting the Sith on the front lines. The Mandalorian cultural ire was also mostly directed towards Sith these days, they even worked with the Galactic Alliance regularly. Still, Gerruf turned away to watch the girl retreat towards another room, it was a little odd and unexpected.

Personally, he thought the girl should've been armored and ready a long time ago, much like he and Mandalorian were. This was war, and battle could come for someone at any moment. Gerruf had his usual gear and weaponry all on his person, only his helmet off and currently in his lap. If they were shot down, the armor might save his life from some sudden shrapnel as it had before. This certainly wasn't his first dangerous situation, though it was his first working with the Mandalorians. Gerruf wasn't sure how to feel about them. He certainly didn't trust or like them, not that he trusted or liked anyone during a first meeting. But he was more than willing to work with them towards a greater good like this one.

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[Vas Kodro]

Vas plotted for the mission ahead, although the goal was simple enough to not require much thought. Hauling relief supplies was easy, she had done the same a few times before, but delivering supplies in a war zone with Hutts keeping close guard was a bit more of a challenge. Her mind wandered to what would happen if they got caught, so engrossed in the subject that she barely noticed the mercenary holding a datapad to her face to snap a picture. Vas recoiled and shielded her face, but it was too late. "I don't see the point of that," she complained coldly, retreating back to her resting position. This woman was the only person on the freighter who gave off a positive energy, but that was not to say that was a good thing. The others, including her, were trying to relax, and who could blame them? A Jedi following what she assumed to be a meditation ritual, a battle-hardened Mandalorian concentrating on the task ahead; both had good reason to be silent.

"Think of it this way," she said to the Mandalorian. "I don't have much knowledge of the Mandalorian numbers or hierarchy, but I do know that the Galactic Alliance has hundreds of soldiers from all reaches of the galaxy willing to assist. If our leaders thought that we would not be able to handle this mission alone, they would have sent backup." Now that she considered it, the man was the first Mandalorian she had worked with this closely. She felt frustrated for being so ignorant of his culture. It was a reminder that she was not as worldly as she thought she was, having spent so much time on her home planet training and only exploring the galaxy just recently.

Overall, these three looked alright, like they could hold their own in battle. The girl's cheery disposition was getting on her nerves, and Vas felt that she wasn't taking this as seriously as she should, but at least she had armor, so if she couldn't attack, dodge or defend herself, at least she had something. She took a deep breath, looked straight ahead, and prepared herself mentally for the mission ahead.

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[The Storyteller]

Wars came and went in the galaxy and while many saw this as an abnormal part of every day life it was a near constant these days. Conflict brought opportunity and had people seeking profit and to better their lives. On a populated planet like Randon, even in its deepest slums, there was traffic. Light freighters, shuttles and other craft came and went from time to time. It was not infrequent but certainly not a consistent schedule. Some people came to help, others to capitalize, and many to escape the ravages of violence.

For the moment the area seemed rather calm. There had been no open conflict for a full forty eight hours in the surrounding city sector. While this would make the non combatants think it was peaceful that was far from the case. Wounded, sick and down trodden knew no rest. A gloom hung in the air over the camp of tents and temporarily constructed shacks. Non allied medical teams from local clinics and charities saw to some of the injured. There were more than the just rebels here, there were civilians.

As the ship landed there were roughly half a dozen rag tag individuals wearing a miss match of armor. A few civilians, some that were clearly medical professionals and others curious to see if they could be the first to get much needed supplies. Desperation clear in the later's eyes while the rest seemed skeptical. It was a mixture of motivations that resided in the camp. The only thing in common with everyone was the need for assistance. Their reasons for being there were wide. They all waited for the ship to land in the clearly marked space for a ship of their size. This was one arrival that was on the schedule.

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[Juulius Kryze]

As the ship began its landing sequence Luno would rock his head forward and open his eyes, turning his gaze to Gerruf sensing the strength of the force within him and simply giving a wordless nod before responding. "The will of Hod Ha'rangir runs through me it seems-" turning his attention then to the woman taking pictures "-why would a warrior not have their armor on flying into a warzone..." His words dry as he picked up his helmet and placed it on his head, voice slightly changing under the helmet as he responded to the aquatic looking alien "We could destroy this planet from orbit if we so choose, but the innocent lives caught in the middle are not to blame, their warriors who stand against this invasion are to be commended for their bravery."

Juulius finished standing as the ship touched the ground, moving while tightening the repeater he carried on his back and punching the door controls to lower the cargo ramp at the back. Giving way to the sunlight and a mishmash of civilians mixed in with some moderately armored beings. Stepping down from the ramp past the loaded cargo Juulius would address the small gaggle formed "If the medical personnel could administer the food and water rations to those presently in need we would greatly appreciate the assistance. My colleagues will help you unload and aid to those in need." Juulius finished his statement motioning over his shoulder the Galactic Alliance representatives, then turning his attention to the the shoddily armored six or so beings.

"Is your commander present?" Juulius said finishing his walk down the ramp and removing his helmet, extending his hand to shake if any of them was in the mood to do so, hoping they would recognize the style of his armor and the weight the presence of even a single mandalorian carried.

@Denise Macko @Gerruf @Vas Kodro @Darasuum​

 

[Denise Macko]

Denise came out of her den after she put her armour on. She didn't like wearing it, as rubbed against her skin a bit, okay so she was bit vain, and did not want hard skin. She also found it irritating to wear, but she wagered getting shot would irritate her skin more. She came out from getting changed as the ship landed, she knew they did not like the fact, she was unarmoured until they landed, but that was their problem, not hers. She watched as the walked down the ramp, she decides to take a picture @Juulius Kryze shaking hands of a few people who were down there. She wanted as many pictures as she could, as long as it was safe to take them she would, as one day she will be old and gray, and she wanted something to show her children and grandchildren.

After that she turned around, and wished her crew was here, they could get the cargo unloaded with ease, compared to her. She started unpacking the cargo and asked the other members, Hey any chance shifting this stuff? She picked up some medical supplies that she could carry and began moving towards the ramp, no doubt someone would direct her where they needed to be. She would really like her droid for carrying stuff, but they were on the usual route, making sure while she helped out here, they did not lose the normal contract. As they still needed to make money after this job, though a wookie and loading droid, would be nice right about now.

 

[Gerruf]

Touching down brought a measurable sense of relief to the young Jedi. Not only had they made it, but the supplies and goods had as well. There was even a distinct lack of violence and horror at the moment, the better for them to complete their tasks. Standing and placing his helmet on properly, he awaited the lowering of the ramp. Gerruf paid no mind to the Mandalorian walking down the ramp or what he was doing. It was far more important that they get all these supplies out in good time whilst the air still seemed clear and safe.

Taking a large stack of medicine and supplies, almost the limits of what he could carry, the Bothan headed right out into the throng of people and to one of the medical teams. Several of them looked rather professional even, and he could see the sheer relief on their faces as he walked towards them. It was a bit of a walk from the ship and the rest of the group, but well worth it to see gratitude as he placed it down with them. "I hope this can lighten the burden, if only a little." he said to the gathered around him, smiling and bowing his head. "The Galactic Alliance and I are happy to help, just like we do on Terminus and Sullust. We rebels really need to stick together, as close as we can in this tremulous galaxy."

A brief bow of his head and he was walking back to the ship, collecting another stack of crates to hand out. Walking out to another group of medical workers, he also started to stealthily scan the injured lining up for care, looking for any that seemed shifty or uneased by the attention. He reached out with the force, inwardly flinching at the strong mix of emotions around them, trying to sift through them for any foul thoughts or dark intent.

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[Vas Kodro]

Walking down the ramp carrying crates of medical supplies, Vas was surprised to see such calm individuals awaiting them. They really had arrived at the right time, she noted, after all the chaos, but before they had begun to lose hope. She struggled to keep the heavy crates steady as she slowly descended the ramp, watching her companions ahead of her.

Vas could see that the medical teams were effectively serving the injured and starved, which was a good sign. They were only here to deliver supplies, after all, not take care of all those who were suffering. That would have been a task too arduous to handle with only the four of them. Once she got to the group waiting for them, she plopped the crates down and exhaled heavily. She gathered her breath before addressing the rag tag individuals. "Like my companion has said, we are happy to help. The Galactic Alliance and the four of us commend you for fighting the good fight." She shifted her attention towards the crates, which were already starting to pile up even after their first trip. "There are more supplies on the way. You made the right decision to reach out to us."

She bowed slightly before returning to the ship to get more supplies. The trek was not too long, but she took more supplies than she could hold, and almost spilled. Regaining balance, she focused her mind on the mission ahead.

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[The Storyteller]

The leader of the acceptance party watched the group touch down. She was flanked by one individual that was clearly a doctor and another that appeared to be far more inclined to dealing out injuries than being one to fix them. "You're looking at her." The leader said in response to the force sensitive mandalorian. "This is my second in command, Baldruf" She motioned towards the man to her left who seemed to just puff out his chest slightly. The one to her right quickly got an introduction, Doctor Sraclet. "Come to add more bodies to the death tole." She did not seem so pleased as the others that the rebels and mandalorians had arrived.

When one of the other new arrivals gave a request for assistance a signal from the rough and tumble bodyguard like being raised a hand and waved for several others to help the female with the unloading process. "We've got it from here." He said and took the box from her before handing it to another person. When the Bothan galactic alliance member passed the welcoming party the second in command, Baldruf, followed him. But he stopped after seeing the Bothan stop and relaxed a bit. It was clear he was on edge especially with new commers. His eyes did not leave the rebel as he moved about the camp.

"My thanks." The doctor said in response to Vas's words. Personally she took the crate and staked it on a hover sled for later transport. Looking out past the tents and the various people her shoulders dropped. Then both of her fists clenched. "Those idiots. I thought I told them to not park there ship there." It was a tone used for when one spoke to themselves but it was clear that she was bothered by a newly arrived light freighter to the northern side of the camp. "Excuse me." The doctor said and headed towards the ship that was just touching down.@Rimrald @Sabrina @Narsi @thePYRO101

 

[Denise Macko]

Denise took medical supplies of the ship and gave them to the people who were helping to unload the ship, to where they had to go. As she put them down, she saw @Juulius Kryze talking to the base commander, and thought that would take a nice picture, for her album. She took a quick picture of it, then other two joined her, and she took a group photo of the four of them. Though none of them would be posing for it, as she just saw them talking. She then looked at the men who were sent to help unload the medical supplies and asked Well we got plenty of more to get off the ship before we can start getting some of these people evacuated of this world. I really like to lend a hand, with that if possible. She looked at the size of their biceps, they could carry more than she could, heck she bet they could do press ups with her sitting on them. She accidentally bit her lip while talking to them, So what are you guys called, she asked as they went back on the ship to get more cargo off, she was trying to check them out a little as they did. She would be doing this for a while yet, as there was a lot of cargo to shift, as this thing could hold twenty tons of gear on it. So she may as well get to know some of the fighters here, and maybe take a picture of her with them later. She could put these on her spacebook page later, also her spacetwitter account, as a way of keeping an eye on events. She wanted their names, so she could send them a friend request, on it as well, as it is nice to know what is happening after they have left.

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[Juulius Kryze]

Juulius nodded and smiled as the entourage met his approach and answered his question, followed by the proud display of the flanking warrior and the unintitated words of the doctor. “If we were here to add to the death toll, they would’ve sent a fleet of ships and army of warriors. No, we are here to help with whatever we can.” Juuluis said addressing the doctor before she would move to assist in the unloading. Turning his attention then to the commander and her right hand man “Well Commander, I’m Juulius and like the others here we only mean to help. I’ve been briefed you also have a number of wounded that need medevac... Can you give me any information on numbers, status and location? Do you have transportation able to move them?” His words were direct and serious as he removed his datapad to retrieve the notes and mission brief he’d been given, either to review or add more facts with the infrormation he was to receive. “Once I have this status report I can relay to my command structure and we can formulate a strategy to get them out.” Instinctively planning as he spoke, checking his wristchrono and returning his attention fully to the commander and her second.

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[Vas Kodro]

Vas was stumbling along the path from the ship, holding more boxes than she could usually carry. Not too many that she would drop them like an imbecile, but not too few that would present the image that she wasn't contributing, at least in her eyes. In the distance she could hear Juulius discussing logistics with the leader of the party. From the way he carried himself, and that he was precise in asking for necessary information, she pinned him as the capable type. The only one who didn't seem so capable to her was the other woman, who was still snapping photos of Juulius and chatting with the men helping carry supplies. To be fair, it was good to get to know the people they would be working with, so she gave her a pass.

When she had arrived with more boxes, her gaze shifted to Baldruf. He seemed oddly quiet and fixated on her Jedi companion's every action. It might have been nerves, or general distrust of foreigners, but his constant staring suggested a fear greater than both combined. She thought back to seeing the woman chatting it up with the bodyguard. Some friendly conversation didn't seem so bad right now, although with her, it was hard to tell what was friendly. The Mandalorian was already taking care of most of the details, as far as she could discern. She walked over to Baldruf and got his attention. "Excuse me, sir. Baldruf, was it? Where should I drop these boxes off?" She watched his face anxiously, wondering if he would ever speak, or continue to stand there following the Bothan like a surveillance droid.

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[Gerruf]

There didn't appear to be anyone acting particularly offset or worried at his scrutiny. He didn't sense anything off among the inured either, at least not yet. Whomever they were, he either hadn't reached them yet or they weren't going to be exposed by that kind of search. Gerruf put the next stack of boxes down, smiled to the doctors, and then headed back for more. He kept up his monitoring of the injured but was losing hope in the potential of doing so.

What he DID notice was the burly man keeping watch over him, and Gerruf offered him a friendly nod. The second in command if his hearing of the faint conversation hadn't failed him, keeping vigilant no doubt. Good, vigilance was important, especially considering the information he possessed. His fellow rebel went to engage the man in conversation, so Gerruf left him to it. Instead he turned his focus to the doctor currently heading away to assist in the unloading of another vessel.

Since simple observation had failed to produce any results, it was time to step up the game a little. And the one best suited to speak on the legitimacy of the injured was most certainly a lead doctor. They would even have a bit of distance from the groups of people. "Doctor," he called out, moving quickly to fall in stride with her. "If I may have a moment of your time. I would like to speak on the condition of your injured. Are there any that don't seem to belong or seem...off to you. Someone that just seemed to show up out of the blue, or maybe acts secretive and withdrawn from the others?"

Perhaps she wasn't in the mood for questions but he would keep at it, still keeping his voice low as if it were a simple conversation. This was important! "Please, think back, anyone you or your fellow doctors have noticed or commented on."


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[The Storyteller]

Those that assisted with moving the medical supplies did so quietly for the most part. They glanced at the woman as she took pictures, cocking an eyebrow but moving past her not even trying to pose for any sort of picture. When one of them came back to get another crate he shook his head at her words. "Evacuate? We're here for a purpose. This is our home. Why the hell would we leave." It was a gruff tone that was not meant to start a conversation but rather the opposite, dismiss her words as they seemed to lack understanding towards the freedom fighters' cause. "Busy...that's what we're called."

The commander's expression showed a lack of impression at Juulius's words. Maybe he had meant nothing by it but dropping the hint that the Mandalorians had a sizeable fleet was the equivelant of a guy owning a jacked up air speeder in the city with a bright yellow paint job, douchie. But she could not say she was surprised if that was indeed the case.

Not needing to comment on it though she took the datapad out of his hands without it really being offered and scrolled through this. Her eyes darting back and forth as a speed reader. The commander just shrugged like she already knew the forwardness of the commander and it was just something to get used to. At first she murmured but then shook her head and turned to walk away. "Those numbers have nearly doubled...follow me." She waved a hand over her shoulder not bothering to see if he was following. If he did she would fill him in on the approximate numbers around. The commander also followed suite, her face looking grim at hearing the losses again as she had already.

They would pass by blood stained cots, discarded medical bags and rags. Some people tried to clean up and keep it orderly but it was clear there had been a lot of traffic through the camp. "We don't need people to get out of here, Mister Juulius." She sighed and stopped to rub her temples. "These people won't leave and I won't ask them to. The Doctor and her team have already tried." .

Standing still elsewhere the second in command, Baldruf cleared his throat and looked around as he was approached by the fish like Rebel. Just moments before he had realized the Bothan had noticed him staring. "Oh um just hand it over to one of the others." Afterwards he gestured towards where the freedom fighters were taking the supplies. Hesitantly he looked back over towards Gerruf who seemed to begin walking off.

The doctor kept walking for a few more meters even after the Bothan caught up to her. "Well these aren't the happiest bunch if you haven't noticed." Her pace had indicated she was focused on reaching the light freighter until she stopped and looked at the Jedi Padawan in the face. "Look, if you want to go around and question people about their psychiatric profile be my guest. It's not really something I focus on when I've had to tell a dozen people they're going to be living with prosthetic limbs for the rest of their lives. I can tell you most of them were not dreaming of getting a chance to get themselves shot so I think it's fair to say most of them are not happy go lucky. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some bantha fodder to tell off." Her annoyance had built as she walked and she huffed before resuming her walk towards the ship. Around the base there were about three people exiting the ship. One of which held up his hands to premptivly calm the clearly frustrated medical leader that was making a b line for them.

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[Juulius Kryze]

Juulius’s brow furrowed as the woman snatched his datapad, and continued away with it while reading and speaking. “I’m not talking about evacuating the people Commander. I’m talking about getting the wounded out of this camp for the time being. It’s not a front line position but the Hutt’s will take any perception of civilians aiding your fighters as an excuse to slaughter these innocents... Clearly the fight is not right here, right now but we received your assistance call that you have wounded and transportating them to a more secure location is what is safe for this camp. Do you have another location Commander Thire.” His tone was building with annoyance as he spoke and if she tried to interject during his short pause he would speak right over her, taking his datapad back out of her hands. “If your plan is to make your stand in a refugee camp than this situation is much worse than we anticipated...” Juulius would pause and take a breath closing his eyes before continuing to speak this time with an even tone and lowering his voice, and leaning close to Commander Thire “Do you speak for your people? I don’t mean just those present, I mean your people.”

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[Denise Macko]

She replied to the man, who was less than impressed with her, I thought we evacuate some of your wounded after this, to ease your medical burden. They gave her a blunt reply, to her question on their names, they were called busy. She could take a hint and moved back to the rest of the group, though as she left she checked her datapad. As her greentooth device on it, might be picked them up anyway, she needs names so she could put the photos up later and tag them, when putting up photos of spacebook, and other social media platforms.

She caught up to the others, as she talked about her issues, and told them what was what. Some numbers had nearly doubled probably, the casualty count she figured was the numbers she was talking about. Then she said to the padawan, something about if you want to ask people about their mental health, be her guest. She thought it was a bit rude, to even do that in a war zone. As it would be strained, just due to the circumstances.

She then asked, well more a mini statement, Look I am not a fighter, I am hired to make sure the ship worked, if it came into difficulties. So is there any can help with, whilst we are here? She didn't want to be a third wheel, and she sure it give her an opportunity to meet people whilst she was here.

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[Gerruf]

Gerruf sighed in frustration as the doctor blew him off, yet made no further moves to press the issue. Forcing a smile, he just nodded and stopped walking, keeping his voice respectful as he poke. "Very well, thank you for your time." The smile dropped immediately as he turned away, replaced with a frown as he scanned the area. Not good, not good at all. She hadn't even taken the time to think about it, and he was left with nothing once again.

Fine then, he would just have to do it the hard way as she'd suggested if thats what it took. Walking back to the ship, he gathered up some more supplies to take out to the people. Once again he identified a group of working physicians, though he focused on a group with a more populated number of injured. Taking the supplies out to them, he handed them over but didn't return to the ship this time. Instead, he would grab some bandages and kolto himself and started tending to the wounded with them.

The overworked doctors would no doubt appreciate the help, especially from someone who knew what he was doing. And Gerruf was glad to be helping. As he handed out bandages and cleaned wounds and offered painkillers though, the Bothan was steadily studying each individual he helped. He was also asking casual questions as to their backgrounds and how they exactly sustained their injuries, where they came from. It seemed innocent on the surface, mere distraction as he poked or prodded painful wounds. But the young Jedi was carefully monitoring for any answers that seemed hesitant, made up, or just plain wrong. He was also keenly sweeping them all with his force imbued senses, once again looking for ill intent or feelings from a closer perspective.

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[Vas Kodro]

Vas looked away embarrassed as Baldruf replied with a startled response. It wasn't an unexpected response, as the man was clearly on edge when they had first been introduced to him, but she was always self-conscious when she made herself look like a fool in front of superiors. "Thank you," she said quietly, trying to maintain respect. Better get these supplies to somebody else like he asked and stop walking around everywhere still carrying these boxes like an imbecile, she thought. On the upside, he had stopped watching the Bothan like a hawk, and he seemed less suspicious of their relief mission, at least to her.

She spotted a nearby group of the injured and a few doctors attending to them. There was a significant number of patients, but not too many that the doctors looked like they couldn't help all of them. She approached a doctor that didn't have her hands full with treating an injury and dropped the boxes off to her side. "There should be more bandages and antiseptic here," she said, catching her breath after letting go of the boxes. "I can help treat minor wounds while I have the supplies. There are also a few emergency blankets in here, I can hand those out as well."

Vas helped out where she could, disinfecting wounds and wrapping bandages. She focused more on those with small injuries, as she felt it best to leave the more complicated ones to the doctors. As she went around among the group of injured people, she asked questions to the people she helped, mainly what had happened to them and how they got out relatively unscathed. Considering the severity of others injured, a few looked to her like they could get up and move around if they wanted to, but she was no medical professional. Still, she asked questions, not just to provide calm to the people she was serving, but also to look for any dodgy excuses as to why they were not harmed as much as the others.

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[The Storyteller]

The commander stopped and listened to Juulius's response. She looked at him with an expression at first that said he was not doing the best and had better change his method of approach towards the subject. But as he spoke her face eased up. The way he had spoken earlier had led her to jump to an assumption, or maybe he was just changing his game now that her own parameters were made clear. All the same, it was a welcome clarification.

When he took the datapad back she made no effort try and keep him from doing so. When he paused she gave her own words but knew more was coming. "These all used to be civilians, not so long ago. I don't think the Hutts would really discriminate. So far they have yet to show anything to the contrary." Taking a deep breath she could see his point. "All the same, I admit you are correct. My people cannot stay here. We're bound to be targeted if we stay here for much longer. But no, I do not intend to make myself or any of my people martyrs."

After he inquired about her influence she did not answer immediatly. Instead she looked off to the side, her eyes unfocused as she contemplated the question and understood the gravity of her answer. After her internal debate came to a verdict her gaze settled once again on the Mandalorian's visor where his eyes would be. Her defiance indicating that his helmet was far from the most intimidating thing she had seen. "I can't in all reasonable confidence say that I speak for everyone on Randon. However, there are far more people who have felt the Hutt's invasive effects. My people are both those that are here now, fighting and dying and also those that are too down trodden and overlooked by Zemass. The fearful and the despot might be silent but I will speak on their behalf. Through actions or words, that is what I'm here to do. Does that answer your question Mister Juulius?"

Meanwhile the Doctor was no longer bothered by the Bothan she gave him a nod of respect before turning to head towards the ship that had been parked by her opinion inappropriately.
"Your realize that this is for impor-" being cut of the man took a step forward with one hand raised. The other was on a slung blaster rifle.
"Sorry miss but this is special delivery. Please step back." The rest of the conversation was muffled by any other persons who had previously been within earshot.

The Bothan force sensitive focused his attention on the wounded. There were many to tend to and there was no shortage of things to do. The only short coming was the number of hands to assist. As he had expected his assistance was appreciated. Broken stitches and the sudden arise of further wounds came. Freedom fighters returning from fights continued to straggle in from other parts of the hemisphere. With the padawan's aid many of them would be better off than they would have been without his assistance.

The same could be said for the same Galactic Alliance representative. Her assistance was welcome. The two of them heard nothing but the usual positive and negatives of working among freedom fighters. Baldruf, after speaking with Vas headed towards the area where the Doctor had gone to confront the new arrival of a ship. He tended to his fellow troops but did not venture far from the other landing area.
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