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Alexandria Voran

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Alex waited silently in main hall of the Ossus Temple. The same steps she had proclaimed victory for Ossus waited for her outside. The same building scrum of galactic media...her first public statement since the disaster of the Senate. Well. Nowhere to go but up. She looked at her datapad and flicked the message. A short, direct, communication to the Jedi Master responsible for freeing Denon. The offer still stands. (@Sevrin Valtiere @Sreeya). Sevrin was not the public face of the liberation. He was the mysterious long haired Jedi who liberated worlds and then disappeared. Frankly, that was an extremely useful growing legend. One she could use. Alex had already taken the time to individually thank each Jedi who fought to release Denon from the grip of the Sith. Their sacrifice would be remembered. She would not take credit for others pain. Sevrin had lead the mission, Jedi had bled to free that world, and she knew that suffering. Her job was different. Her responsibility was to make the galaxy see the truth.

So, Grandmaster Alexandria Voran stepped out of the Temple on onto the steps. Her face a regal mask as her robes flapped casually in the wind. She was the imagine of the Order. Her feet echoed on the stone steps until she stood before the reporters. The Morellian's tone made clear her purpose.

"Denon is free." Images of celebrations across the world played on the holos behind her. Raucous crowds cheered the freedom fighters. "Lives were sacrificed so the people of Denon would finally be free of the yoke of the Sith...finally unshackled of Imperial oppression... finally safe to rejoin the Free Worlds Alliance." Already Denon was preparing to returning formally to the FWA. "For this, we ask nothing, for it is our duty to defend life and liberty throughout the galaxy." Alex had already made preparations to visit Denon and open a training center. That was by invitation. "I ask only this. Remember it was Jedi who lowered the defenses so the Alliance fleet could move in...it was Jedi who prepared the way...it was Jedi who gave their lives so that Denon could be free." She paused for a moment. "And we will do so again. No matter the cost." Alex nodded and turned to walk back into the Temple.

 

Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl

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"What's wrong, dear?" Jithrrruthrrreorrfyirph* asked, hearing frustrated growls coming from the living room of the Senator's home on Kashyyyk.

"I can't get the recorder to work!" came back Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's frustrated voice, which made his mate hasten to intervene lest another remote be crushed in the Senator's hands. "This is the best news I've heard in months, and I want to be able to go back and watch it whenever I want."

Jithrrruthrrreorrfyirph was surprised to hear a quavering tone in the Senator's voice; one would expect jubilant triumph in this situation, given the Wookiee's strong and public backing of the Jedi Order, but Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl sounded on the verge of crying. Indeed, by the time Jithrrruthrrreorrfyirph joined him in front of the broadcast, the aged Wookiee's anger at the recorder had drained away and had been replaced by tears; tears as of one who found water in the driest desert, or found shelter on a freezing winter night, or felt a glimmer of hope for the first time in years.

"They did it" was all Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl could whisper as Jithrrruthrrreorrfyirph pulled him into a hug.

*do not ask this author how to pronounce this name
 

Crix Dolan

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Dumbfounded consternation stampeded across Crix's face like a heard of wild bantha. His mouth dropped open, his eyes widened, and emotion slammed into him like a blaster bolt to the gut. Years of anger and pain at the forced subjugation of his homeworld dislodged in an unsuspected deluge.

His mouth quivered as tears streamed down his face.

"Someone did it Mal..."

He murmured to the ghost of his wife.

"Denon is free."

Shame billowed forth. In his rage, he'd justified behaviors that did nothing but shame his family. Rather than joining a cause that sought the betterment of the galaxy, he became a criminal. He'd lied, cheated, and killed... for what? A chance at revenge that was so minuscule, so microscopic, in it's possibility that even entertaining the idea was asinine. At that moment he realized his failure, he accepted his loss, and was left with an emptiness he didn't know how to fix. Crix was right back where he started.

Alone.

The coastal wind blew through the outdoor cantina he'd been drinking at on Bal'demnic. The smell of salt and sea intertwined felt reminiscent of his current state.

Adrift.

He couldn't stand being around others anymore. He fumbled through his pockets and tossed down enough chits to cover his tab, then walked out into the night.
 
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