Ask What Goes On

[Darth Stolas]

As much as he hated the idea of going anywhere in the ISC at the moment for the simple fact it reminded him of things he'd rather not think of, Morgan was here on Thyferra. Aside from the fact it was the closest planet to Firrerre in ISC space it also had a warmer climate and an abundance of rainforests. Doubtless some of his people that were taken here would end up staying if they could. He found himself trying to keep himself constantly busy with one thing or another and this was something to occupy his ever-churning mind.

But he was actually find specific people while trying not to have what he'd almost certainly call an anxiety attack. He was angry and his heart beat faster in his chest and that was about the Firrerreon equivalent. When it came to fight or flight, biologically speaking, they tended towards the former. Dressed in a somewhat unusual suit and gold-rimmed sunglasses he was hoping to both be recognized and not recognized, depending on who it was exactly doing the recognizing. At least Morgan's face couldn't be connected to the Sith. Naturally he was completely without weapons.

It was a little after the initial processing of incoming refugees so Morgan hoped they'd still be around before moving elsewhere or at least have some kind of trail he could follow. If things were normal he would just call Emryc but- the thought alone sent a flurry of feelings through the Firrerreo that he had to force down. Nothing was normal right now.

Regardless, his goal found him in a temporarily office meant to be used by employees and volunteers helping to process the influx of survivors. After waiting in line for what Morgan felt had to be at least an hour- actually more like twenty minutes- he was finally at the desk in front of some human or other.

"Is there a list of refugees?" he asked quickly, his weight shifting from one foot to the other. Even with his skin being its usual subtle silver tones rather than gold it wasn't unlikely this person would recognize him for what he was. The human had probably seen a lot of silver-skinned Firrerreo recently working here.

@LouJoVi

 

[Tristodd Brentioch]

As part of the ISCRA, Tristodd was also one of the responsible for processing the influx of refugees. Someone could think that there were so many of them, but for a planet it was a terrifying small number. He knew that rescue operations were still happening in Firrerre, but the more time has passed since the glassing, the less chance there was of finding those still missing alive.

The Brentaalan had read the most recent report about what is happening on the planet. The Sith's attack caused large fires that resulted in powerful firestorms across the entire world. Even after the worst of the storms had passed, the clouds continued to cover the sky, blocking most of the sunlight. It meant that soon a global Ice Age would start. The ecosystems that survived the glassing are now collapsing due to the climatic changes, being expected that 90% of Firrerre fauna and flora already became extinct.

Tristodd was seated at a desk in the temporary ISCRA office in Thyferra, wearing an uniform of the Agency. Before him was a line of people, most of them Firrerreo, who were wanting information about their friends and relatives. The young man was so happy when he was able to give them good news, but when he needed to say that his loved ones were dead, Tristodd felt bad as if he could feel the people's sadness. Something similar happened when he was helping in the relief efforts in Firrerre, he could feel the fear and despair of the people as if it was his. It was overwhelming.

"Sir, you've been working for hours. Why don't you take a break and go get something to eat?" said one of the ISCRA employees that was helping him. This was true, Tristodd was really starting to feel tired. However, he didn't want to stop. All these people needed some comfort after losing everything.

"I'll go in thirty minutes." Tristodd smiled at the employee, he said the same thing thirty minutes ago. The Brentaalan turned around to keep giving people information.

After his heart was broken at having to tell an elderly couple that their son and his family died, Tristodd massaged his nose bridge. He could feel their sadness as if it was his. The young man decided to help the next one and take a break. He looked to the person that approached his desk and saw a young Firrerreo, perhaps with his age. The man's skin was silver, like many others that Tristodd met these last days. It was a mark of his distress. He also seemed nervous.

The young man looked at Firrerreo's face. He was wearing sunglasses that matched his silvery skin well. He is cute. Tristodd soon dispersed this stupid thought from his mind. Since discovering his attraction to other men, it became common for the Brentaalan to analyze the men around him. However now was not the right time for that, the young Firrerreo is probably suffering.

"Yes, there is." he answered the Firrerreo's question sympathetically, while picking up his datapad. "I'll need the name and surname of the people that you are looking for." Tristodd said, prepared to search the information in the database. Hopefully this time he would be able to give good news.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan's gaze quickly passed over the human's features for a moment, barely acknowledging any specific details. Goldens behind the sunglasses were locked instead to the datapad he held. His hands idly rubbed together a moment, feeling that standing still for too long was something to be fully avoided, and moved right on the moment the other man asked for details.

"First name Kaia, surname Kahale." His closest childhood friend was one of many he hoped had survived the bombardment and weather patterns afterward. Firrerre had alarmingly resilient life across its high-gravity surface but nothing there had evolved to deal with glassing induced climate change.

That train of thought was shaken off almost immediately and replaced with something more immediate. Focus. Morgan offered Tristodd a description of the woman he was after in the hopes it would help. Kaia was resilient and skilled but her fate was uncertain and the Firrerreo equally wanted to find her and keep himself busy with things right now.

"Anything?" he asked impatiently after all of five seconds.

@LouJoVi

 

[Tristodd Brentioch]

Tristodd heard the man say the name "Kaia Kahale" and tipped it in the Datapad. He ignored the Firrerreo impatience, the young man would not judge the other for having hurry in wanting information about a relative. After some seconds he had an answer for the other and it wasn’t probably what he was expecting. Oh, no.

"I'm sorry, sir. Kaia Kahale is listed among the people that are still missing." Tristodd tried to remain neutral while saying that he would only give some words of comfort to the Firrerreo if he wanted. "Sir, there is still rescue missions happening in Firrerre, some people are still being found." he explained, but he knew that the chances of her being alive where minimal.

Now Tristodd really wanted a break, giving two consecutive bad news was something terrible. The worst was that he seemed to felt the emotions of the others. The Brentaalan was preparing himself for the sadness or anger that would come from the man before him.

"Is there anyone else that you are seeking?" he looked at the Firrerreo while trying to remain neutral.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

His face immediately formed a complicated expression somewhere between frustration, anxiety, and general impatience. All the same he hadn't expected Kaia to show up amongst a batch of random refugees. Morgan's family had an abundance of plans for if their holding on Firrerre were attacked and only some of them involved blending in with everyone else.

Hiding away had become something the Drast family was very good at. Another detail that troubled him and brought up memories he was trying very hard not to think about.

"Of course she is," he commented with clear irritation. They hadn't spoken other than very briefly since last Morgan visited her. His skin shifted a shade or two more silver for several seconds before returning to the way it was before. "No one you can help me find," Morgan snapped in reply to the human's actually helpful question. He sighed.

"Thank you for trying." Some of his habitual politeness had left him in the face of everything going on in the galaxy but he was still very aware this person was just trying to help. And they looked vaguely familiar. Golden eyes looked around from behind sunglasses, as he'd caught himself doing frequently, checking to make sure he didn't see any very tall people about. Suddenly he regretted coming at all.

"Have you been on the holonet?" Morgan asked abruptly, brows furrowing to the point of disappearing beneath his sunglasses' rim. He paused. "Nevermind." Then he turned sharply and began to walk away from the line and toward the gathered mass of diffenent refugees.

@LouJoVi

 

[Tristodd Brentioch]

Tristodd briefly felt the familiar effects of anxiety, but it wasn't his. It was coming from the Firrerreo. Once again the Brentaalan wondered if this sudden ability of feeling what others felt was related with him being a Force user.

He became a bit annoyed with the man's irritation, but said nothing. He knew that it was normal for people in this situation to be mad. Losing someone that is important to you is terrible, Tristodd needed to have patience. The Brentaalan felt sad for the other man, he wished to be able to do more to help the Firrerreo.

He was going to answer the Firrerreo's question, but the man said "nevermind" and walked away. He looked so distressed and anxious. Tristodd knew very well how it was to feel this way. The young man thought that it was a bad idea, but he decided to go after the Firrerreo."I'm going to have lunch. Can you take my place?" the Brentaalan said to an ISCRA employee, who nodded in agreement.

After leaving the office, Tristodd looked around in search for the man and found him near some refugees. The Brentaalan ran, trying to reach him "Wait!" he said. Now near the Firrerreo, the young man got a little awkward about how to talk to him "You asked if I appeared in the holonet, but I didn't answer. It's impolite for a member of the nobility to not answer when someone asks them something." Gosh, I'm talking like my mother "Yes, I appeared in the holonet some times. I'm Tristodd Brentioch, aide of the Senator of Brentaal." he bowed, as the Brentaalan nobility used to do when greeting others.

"I know that you probably want to stay alone, but…" How was he going to explain that he knew that the Firrerreo was anxious if asked? Then Tristodd remembered the man's silver -colored skin. "I noticed that you are nervous and anxious. I suffer from anxiety attacks and I know that it isn't good to stay alone in these moments." he was probably going to regret what he was going to say next "I'm going to have lunch, would you like to go with me? Talking with someone can help." talking with Reegian and his uncle Claudias used to help Tristodd in his moments of anxiety, so perhaps it could help the Firrerreo too.

@Mr. Teatime