Exodus

[Tristar]

Frankly speaking, it wasn't normal for women to faint whenever they approached Johann. As handsome as he perceived himself to be, he figured that if every woman he met was to collapse in front of him it would be a chore to wake them up and as lonely as he could be sometimes, he still had his morals. Johann had pegged the most important person in the room (judging from her serious looks and the gathering of similarly important folks by her side) to be a collected individual; her falling and crying out in pain stung his ego, just by a little bit. Did it hurt to look at him now?

Time slowed down as her well built body started its descend. The few people around her reached out to stop her from falling- Johann didn't bother with the act. Still a little hurt, he cocked his head inquisitively as one of her well-farers caught her with his body, collapsing together in a crumple mess. See, this was why Johann didn't bother. Someone was eventually bound to risk their life for her. Much as he called himself a knight gleefully whenever he was alone, he really wasn't in the saving-falling-princesses-business.

The unnamed gracious individual started to bark out orders and Johann, seeing an opening decided to make his way towards the showers. "Sir Kass, see to it that the other victims are assisted, I know you're dirty but this takes precedence over a shower." Hearing his name grounded his escape to a halt with gritted teeth. He spun around, a little flustered at his new orders. "Und vat am I supposed to do, bete den Schmerz weg(1)?" he cried after the disappearing body of his now least-favourite-individual on board the ship.

He really was filthy with his sweat, oil and dirt; but he had his orders from someone he perceived to have a higher authority than him. Looking a little annoyed at the crowd of peasants who were busy multi-tasking between tending their distressed, panicking among themselves and looking at him bewildered, Johann's lips formed a thin, hostile line. "Vat?" he asked. "Zose who feel like scheisse(2), raise your ha-Zat's practically all of you, verdammt noch mal(3). . ."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the knight gestured to three parts of the room. "Zose who can valk, to the left of ze room. If you are awake but can't move, stay in ze center. Anyone out of it gets dragged to ze right. Zose of you who aren't hurt help your people out. I'm- going to find someone who might be able to bete für den Schmerz um wegzugehen(4). . . " Making his hasty retreat he went around the room, feeling a little at lost at who he was supposed to look for.

"Hallo? Is zere anyvone with a medical qualification? Preferably someone who looks like a medical bot, ja? Hallo?" Medicine, in his eyes, beats faith.

Spoiler: Translation

1. . . . pray the pain away?
2. . . . sh*t
3. . . . Bloody hell!
3. . . . pray for the pain to go away . . .

 

[Oncaro]

Helin was unaware of the chaos that had engulfed the transport as well as the rest of the convoy. She could not see it, she could not hear it-- she was in a black void of nothingness.

And yet the nothingness became bright, though she could not understand why it had done so or what it meant. Dimly her mind stirred, rousing itself partially from its enforced slumber, enough that she could at least comprehend some of what appeared before her mind.

An implacable armada made its way across space, burning worlds in its wake. The Dark Side surrounded the ships like an invisible cloak of power, and Helin realized who these people were, though she did not know how as her people had never encountered them.

Sith...

The image changed to a planet, a planet steeped heavily in the Holy Force, was illuminated by a ring of sunlight around its edges, leaving the part of the planet that she could see shrouded in shadow. Before her gaze, red fissures appeared on the darkened world, criss-crossing each other like spider webs. The Force became perverted as a shrill, inhuman scream rang out, and a beam of darkness masquerading as the color of blood erupted outward, only to show the outline of an ominous figure cloaked in a shroud of shadow. He didn't appear entirely human, but that was due to the armor he was seeming to wear, as a mechanical rasping echoed throughout her mind.

This figure, this monster, was the Sith. From him the Bogan spread throughout the Galaxy, choking the Ashla as the Galaxy fell under his sway, and untold numbers of innocents suffered. How? How could the influence of the Son spread so far across the Galaxy now?

And just where was the answer to this grave threat? She knew it had to be somewhere, but she could not find it... not yet.

___________________​

In the world of the conscious, the transport's population was in a sudden panic. The word was spreading: Something unfathomably terrible in the Force had occurred, perhaps something not even the Blackguard at their most vile would have been able to commit as they, too, worshiped the trinity of Maker, Father, and Holy Force despite their darkness, and would never have blasphemed, have profaned the Force, in such a manner. In the room that Helin had been led out of, those not in pain were jabbering, trying to understand, spreading the word that the Grand Master had fainted and might even be dead, and unintentionally causing further fear to spread. It would take a strong presence-- or perhaps two-- to settle them down.

Spoiler: NEW POSTING ORDER

@Oncaro
@TheCalmOne
@Chask274
@Captain Hook
@Tristar

 

[Billbo Swaggins]

Solaire struggled to carry Helin. It wasn't that she was heavy - no, it was more likely he was weakened by the shock and the woman he had called over simply wasn't helping enough. He would have trouble moving Helin to a safe space away from prying eyes like this.

Luckly, or unluckily, Leonatas appeared on Helin's other side, assisting Solaire in carrying the incapacitated woman to a bed. He wordlessly accepted the assistance, grudgingly accepting the fact that Leonatas was actually assisting him instead of merely being a nuisance.

They finally placed her down onto a small cot in a small side room. Solaire's head still ached, and he moved his hand up to rub his temples before realizing that he still had his helmet in place. Realizing the futility of his effort, he dropped his hand and instead looked at Leonatas. This man was on Solaire's personal list of people who almost certainly opposed Helin's rule for various reasons. Being in charge of protecting her gave him the power to disperse eyes and ears where he saw fit and thus Solaire was probably one of the most knowledgeable people in the entire Order when it came to political stances. Yet, this very same man had rushed back into the room to assist Helin, even ignoring his own pain, which would have been significant, judging by the force of Solaire's headache relative to his attunement to the force, to assist a Grandmaster that he supposedly despised.

He decided to be blunt, Helin was unconscious so she wouldn't couldn't mind. Placing himself protectively in front of Helin, he spoke.
"You were to last person I expected to assist her. Why did you come?"

@Chask274

 

[Chask274]

As soon as they managed to get Helin onto abed of some form, Leo gently laid his hand against her forehead, like how one might check a child for signs of fever. He reached out through the Force and took a quick assessment of her condition. As he suspected, she'd fainted from shock, and just needed some rest. Standing up, he turned to face Solaire after the man spoke to him. He was about to reply when he noticed just how frantic the commoners were getting. "I'll consider giving you an answer after we get the people calmed down." Drawing himself up to his full height and squaring his shoulders, Leo stepped over in front of the gathering crowd of frantic onlookers. "Could I have everyone's attention, please? I just need a moment to explain what's happened, thank you. First of all, yes, some sort of major event has happened, and it's left a distinct mark on the Holy Force. While I can't say what exactly it was, I can say for certain that whatever happened wasn't close, and so we are safe and have nothing to fear from this event. Secondly, Lady Tyris is perfectly alright, she's just had a bit of a shock is all. What she needs right now is some peace and quiet so that she can rest, so if I could have you folks make your way out of the room as best you can, that would be greatly appreciated."

It took some time for what he said to sink in, but thankfully once it did, the commoners began to shuffle out of the small room, though many of them were still uneasy. Turning on his heel, Leo went back over to Solaire and Helin, finding with a mixture of irritation and amusement that Solaire had put himself between Leo and Helin. Glaring at the Master-at-Arms, Leo crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, in regards to your earlier question, the answer is quite simple. I helped because it was needed, as is my duty as a Marshal. Why would you suspect me of being unwilling to give Lady Tyris assistance?"

 

[The Captain]

Sorea watched as Belisarion and the Master-at-arms took Lady Tyris away, and knowing how little the two thought of each other she knew this could end poorly. She would have moved to intercept if someone hadn't called out her name from across the hangar. Her niece, Kalia Ruvexa, a half-Zabrak squire working her way into the rank of a Knight Paladin. The chalky girl shambled over to her, clutching her head and panting unevenly, having apparently suffered the same fate as the rest of the Order.

"M'Lady...the people...in the hold..." She did not need to say anything else, as she knew that as the order fell victim to the wave of Dark energy. Watching their defenders collapse in pain as one must have been terrifying.

"Take me to them." They both made their way to the hold where the largest number of peasants lived, watching them scramble about in a panic while others fawned over incapacitated or pained paladins. Looking to the nearest knight, she asked for his shield, stepping up onto a nearby crate, clashing her weapon against the shield, causing the sound to rattle throughout the hold. Slowly, people began to turn toward her, as she seemed to be the only person left standing in the area.

"Good people, I know that you have felt the same tremor, the wave which has crashed across the Holy Force. I do not know what has caused this, but I know it's source is not close to us. I also know that many of our order have been effected by this phenomenon, but look to your guardians now." She gestured to the various Paladins around the hangar, who were staggering back to their feet or slowly regaining consciousness. "We still stand firm against the darkness, it may strike us, it may harm us, but it will never break us. The Order still stands, as it always will."

The panic in the crowd seemed to slowly fade, as they went back to their normal business. Climbing down off her crate, she handed the shield back to the paladin before leaning against the same wall.

 

[Tristar]

Johann honestly felt that his own efforts were eclipsed by the seemingly confident actions of the rest of the nobles. It was easy to see why; after all, they were familiar with each other. He was a stranger, an unknown who had the audacity to make a name for himself simply because he proven himself as an ace- if you could call their pilots any good. Given how the civilians moved on purpose with the faint shimmer of trust in their eyes, the pilot understood just how out of depth he really was.

Man like him shouldn't be here. He shrugged nonchalantly at the progression of events, hoping to avoid attention. Johann was sticky, oily and honest-to-god filthy; faux or not he still needed to look presentable for his position. "If nobody will mind. . ." he muttered softly as he skillfully slinked past the crowd and made his way to the exit. His eyes shone with a bit of zealotry at the universal sign of showers. He glanced over his shoulder, noting the speeches and hoo-haas. If anyone was going to ask where he was going, he'll just say he was going to look for more medical personnel- real doctors with degrees, not some faith healers.

All the warm food, clothe on his back and titles wasn't going to shake his nihilistic grounds. He raised an eyebrow and departed, clutching at his chest in anxiety.

 

[Billbo Swaggins]

Solaire glared at Leonatas through the visor of his helmet,
"I'll have you know that your assistance was, in fact, unneeded. I had it handled."

However, despite everything Solaire had heard about the Marshall in front of him, Solaire was not the kind of man to ignore facts. Leonatas had assisted Helin even though it was not in his direct interest, which impressed Solaire a bit.

Only a bit.

Still, it was enough to cause Solaire to shrug out of his hostile stance. Leonatas wasn't going to be a threat... for now.
"What do you think it was? I've never felt anything like that through the force, not even during the war."

OOC: YEEEEEEEEEEAH BABY IM BACK

 

[Chask274]

"Sure you did, that's why the peasant woman had to help you carry her." If it weren't for the fact that his head was still aching from what just happened, Leo would've given a much more scathing retort to Solaire for his disrespectful and ungrateful tone. As it were, he didn't want to deal with it, and if the low born was willing to calm down and move on to more pressing matters, then so shall he.

Lightly massaging his temples, Leonatas let out a tired sigh. "I don't have any definitive ideas, but from what I can guess, a large number of people just perished, and a Kyber crystal was involved in their deaths. When it actually was going on, I heard this...unholy shriek along with countless voices crying out in terror and pain. The shriek was similar to one I've previously heard when one of the sacred crystals had been stolen and corrupted by a member of the Blackguard. This time though, it was on a massive scale..."

@Captain Hook @Tristar