Leena Kil

The mysterious armored force user nodded thoughtfully. “You are in the right place then. Welcome aboard good sir.” A short time later, Leena returned to the ship accompanying a grav-sled of supplies to include rations, cold weather gear, and deep wilderness survival and communications gear. Additionally, base infrastructure for a 2 bed medical treatment set up was wherled aboard alongside the other supplies. Boarding the ship, Leena offered a warm smile and bow to the armored Defender, several kindly hugs to the ever-excited Squibian cadre, and a warm smile of welcome to Orpheon. “Best settle in my friend, it will be a bit before we arrive at Ilum. Perhaps,” she proffered a well worn leather-bound book, it’s pages worn and tattered, “you could look this over on the trip. At least it will offer some basics on the ways of the Jedi, our code, and ideologies of such things as life, The Force, and compassion.” In short order, the worn Squibian craft lifted off from the safety of the rebel base and departed into the cosmos.

Leena smiled at the Chiss and happily motioned for him to fall in step with her as she bowed to the knight that had been offering training, turned and began to walk through the facility back out to the winding streets. “We will be traveling to an icy world. It might help to grab a jacked,” she smiled. “I have to arrange for a few supplies before we depart. If you want to grab your gear and something to keep your new friend warm and meet me at Docking Bay 23, we’ll be off.” ”Don’t worry about finding the ship, Defender Mantis will be there. Although, don’t bother trying to sense him in the force. Around here, even I cannot feel his presence if he doesn’t want me to. He is my friend and protector, even if he is not a Jedi.” With a final smile, Leena turned and hurried off, her footsteps gliding her smoothly through the ever growing throngs of people that seemed to fill the streets. ______________________________ Back at Docking Bay 23, a Corellian shrouded in armor and white robes rolled his eyes beneath his helmet at the squabbling trio of squibs that had recently returned to begin loading the freighter they had somehow managed to commandeer for their next voyage. The Mantis knew better than to question the short furred sentients about it. Their explanations usually resulted in nothing but a swimming headache. Still, he could not help but smile at their incessant jovial natures. Other beings saved for the galaxy by the work of Leena Kil and company and fulfilling whatever measure of oath or gratitude their kind deemed fit for the return of life or lives. Even as the Jensaarai shrouded himself within the force, extending his presence within it to a microscopic level that mingled and mixed with the plethora of force signatures that scurried about the compound and beyond, The Mantis reached out. He could feel his ward, she was safe. Should danger befall her, he would be by her side in an instant. The Jedi did not hide in the shadows as his kind did and finding the bright spot in the force that was Leena Kil was not difficult. Standing with his arms crossed at the open hatch of the battered Naboo-made J-type diplomatic barge. It was not his preferred ship, nor was it the squibs, as was made clear by their muttering; although, even they could not help but admire the smooth features and chrome finish, worn as it may be. Unarmed and nonthreatening, seemed to be an insistence of their ward though, and one they would begrudgingly respect when needed. Eventually, an unknown Chiss arrived in the docking bay. He seemed to be paying some attention to their ship. While it was a sight here amongst the rebels, the Defender still opted to approach, “Greetings. Might I be of service,” he paused sensing the raw force potential of the man before him, “Jedi?”

The Imperial Momship Formally Known as Sairdonga slipped from hyperspace alongside the rest of the rebel fleet, albeit a bit more haphazardly. Atop a crate secured to the deck, the short green-furred Squib carefully adjusted his oversized commodore hat as he stared out the viewport at the bustling world that was Kuat; ringed with shipyards and ships tarrying too and fro, the space about the world was ripe for the plundering once this battle was over. He would have to see to it that they did not damage the orbital rings too much, he pondered. After all, why cut his own profits when that was such a key part of their arrangement. Looking from scanners to the viewport and back, Reaper Joe smiled, his pointy teeth bared in a twisted smile of glee. Amongst the scurrying ships that sought refuge amongst the clutches of the Sith were a smattering of Squib-cobbled corvettes. Each technically a needleship. Each unique in appearance and parts. Each a vessel designed for scavaneging, and in a pinch, war. The Sith would not know they were there until the time was right. ————————————————————— Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sairdonga Destroyer Group (Turbolasers) Task Force Experience: Veteran (2xp) MCS MC75-Class Star Cruiser: Imperial Momship Formally Known As Admiral Sairdonga |20/20| Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Death Harvest Catchers Partisan Militia Force: Overly Enthusiastic Bystanders Task Force Experience: Veteran (2xp) Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-3-3-4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Catcher 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12 |2/1| Independent Jedi/Imperial Support Force: Sith Eaters Partisan Militia Force: Overly Enthusiastic Bystanders Task Force Experience: Veteran (2xp) Squib Needle Ship: Sith 0-1 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 1-2 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 2-3 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 3-4 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 4-5 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 5-6 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 6-7 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 7-8 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 8-9 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 9-10 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 10-11 |2/1| Squib Needle Ship: Sith 11-12 |2/1|

Leena smiled as she stepped into the room with the Jedi and possible Jedi-in-training. The small mouse-line creature skittered between her legs and she stepped widely so as to be sure to not harm it. She paused in the doorway as she took in the scene, not wanting to interrupt. The Chiss intrigued her. The man had a couple few years on the Knight, but his grasp of the force was rudimentary at best. Still, he showed promise. Leena wondered for a moment where he had come from. “The force is a great ally and tool, but without refinement and dedication, it becomes little more than a hammer by which to subject those one feels is beneath them. As Jedi, we serve the force, and through it, others. That means we have to know the limits to which we can go. Otherwise we do more harm than good.” Leena paused, turning the words she had just spoken aloud over in her head, maybe she had learned something during all those years of Jedi training. Leena was an oddity amongst the Jedi of the day. She had spent the bulk of her life amongst the Jedi, inly having returned to Mon Cal, her home world, recently, and that had been in what was supposed to be a mission of mercy. A shadow passed over the girl’s face st the thought of the chaos that had taken place on Mon Cal and her part in it. After a second she pushed it away with a blink, turning a warm glance towards the Chiss. “Amongst those readying for war is a dangerous place to be learning the basics of what it means to be a Jedi. Too many raw emotions. Too many temptations to turn a misunderstood power into a weapon without understanding the consequences. In war, there is darkness. It is a lesson learned well by all who partake. I believe that your kind,” she gestured kindly to Katakros, “know that well and as such exercise as much restraint as they do.” Stepping forward, Leena extended her hand in offer to help the Chiss stand up, turning to look at the Jedi who had been instructing him, “If you would pardon my intrusion, and,” she turned to Katakros, “if you are willing, I would be happy to have you accompany me to a place steeped in the peace of the force. There you may dive deeper into the untainted waters that now touch your soul without the temptations of so much darkness whispering in your ear.” Intenrnally, Leena rolled her eyes as she listened to herself, ‘Make a girl a knight and suddenly she sounds like one of those stuffy masters back in the Circle,’ “It is, of course up to you, mister . . . ahhh . . . Chiss?” Leena smiled, realizing she was not sure what to even call the man she addressed. “My name is Leena Kil, Jedi Healer.”

The solid little ramshackle Squib-made corvette slipped from hyperspace and silently made its way towards the combined Rebel and Jedi headquarters. As the trio of Squibs chattered excitedly, Leena looked down warmly at the planet. The Jedi seemed to have a knack for building bases in locations that had at one time been steeped in darkness. The slow reclamation to good was as beautiful a thing as the ever constant suppression of an incurable disease. Even now, Nar Shaddaa seemed to glow a little bit brighter. Once landed, the small squirrel-like creatures departed with haste wanting to rendezvous with their brethren. Even if their clan had business arrangements with the Jedi and rebels and even a warm regard for Leena, they enjoyed the company of one another most. With the promise to be ready to depart as soon as Leena notified them, they were off. Aboard the Imperial Momship Formally Known As Admiral Sairdonga a mad chaos of organization was underway. Hundreds of Independent Squibian Spacers, and a smattering of other adopted-race members of their crews, not much more than pirates and salvagers aligned with the forces of good prepared for imminent departure and action. A swarm of smaller ships made their way from the surface to the MC75 Star Cruiser bringing supplies and removing anything of value before the upcoming campaign. Once the battle was over, the Squibs had every intention to salvage any and all wreckage of value from the enemy’s devastated remains. After all, it was part of the deal. Back on the surface, Leena smoothly made her way through the bustling throngs of pilots, crewmen, soldiers and rebels towards the Jedi area of the base. She shook her head as she watched the preparations for war. She knew, for she had seen it firsthand too many times, that the excitement that now buzzed in the air had a way of bringing pain, suffering, and fear. It was the w of the galaxy it seemed. With a downward glance, the girl shouldered forward. She was not going to the front lines at this point. It seemed much of her Squibian companions were and it saddened her that some of her friends may not survive. The newly minted Jedi Knight had other business to oversee. Making her way into the Jedi Quarter, Leena’s shoulders relaxed some. There was less hustle and bustle here, but still even the Jedi seemed to be preparing for the upcoming engagements. Leena opened her mind and heart up to the force, allowing the inner glow that she carried to stream outwards and mingle with the force signatures of so many others. She felt chaos and darkness, fear and doubt. They were ever present and only grew in times of conflict. Still, she felt calm and compassion, goodness, order, confidence, and light. They glowed even stronger. The righteousness of the light side easily holding the prowling tendrils of darkness at bay. It was to this peaceful cacophony that the girl lent her spirit to mingle and strengthen their cause. She pushed forth a calm confidence that would find recess in the hearts of any touched by it, instilling them with vigor and conviction. And still, she walked onwards, the inner mingling of the force with the exterior world invisible to the naked eye. Leena wound her way through the haphazard streets. She needed to check on the crystal stores of the Jedi. Crystals had many uses from lightsabers to healing and with the galactic wars upon them, they would be in short supply. Furthermore, finding someone to assist her in scouting the icy world would be a boon. As Leena looked around, she knew that Nar Shaddaa was becoming a ripe target; one that the Sith would eventually seek to pluck. Leena hoped to help avert some of the inevitable pain that would someday wash through these streets. Ilum was desolate and remote. Preserving and building a remnant of the Order there would ensure that even if the Sith conquered this world, the Jedi would live on, the flame of light would not be extinguished. In her white robes and salmon skin, Leena stood out as a healer of high regard. The chromium plated hilt that swung freely at her waist, dangling from her white cloth sash was the only outward sign of her Jedi affiliation. Still, here amongst the Jedi, Leena felt at home, at peace.

Leena ignored the Mandalorian quip as she watched the brood of warrior peoples make their way away. In truth, the situation had gone better than she expected. Their leaving the planet would make it easier to begin the healing. ‘The force works in mysterious ways.’ Leena turned her full focus on the badly injured Genesis. She rushed forward to the wounded Jedi, pressing her hand into the wound, warm tingling force energies surging forth from he fingers as they were coated in blood. Wrapping her free arm around Genesis’ waist, Leena heaved, assisted by a surging power within the force. With one careful step after another, she made her way back towards their speeder. There she carefully secured Genesis in what had been her seat, scrunching herself into the area between the wounded Jedi and the dash. Leena kept pressure on the wound as she silently drew in the natural world around them and channeled the pureness of the force within heart out through her hands and very pores, a warm glow emanating all about. “You are ok brother. Focus your mind on the force. Let it mingle with the light and pour out from your soul. Say it with me, emotion, yet peace; ignorance, yet knowledge; passion, yet serenity; chaos, yet harmony . . . “ Once Kirlocca had climbed back aboard and they returned to the city, Leena quickly turned over the care of Genesis to some of the expert healers in the city. The Jedi Knight went so far as to escort Genesis into the field hospital and oversee his care until she was sure that he had been stabilized. She felt the force swirling about them. With one final surge of healing power directed towards Genesis, Leena excused herself from the hospital. She knew that Kirlocca had to leave and the rescue fleet was busy rebuilding the fractured world. Still, Leena wanted to be sure that everything was just right. With the Mandalorians departing, guarded envoys of medical professionals and supplies could begin to venture out towards the smaller cities, towns, and settlements. Leena was determined to see that this aid was not hampered in any way. An hour later, Leena walked out of the makeshift command center, a smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. She was confident that teams would be heading out post haste. Furthermore, she had been able to guarantee that Genesis would be transported back to Jedi Headquarters once he was stable enough to be transported. Walking towards a haphazard looking freighter, Leena’s eye lit up at the site of a trio of barrel height brightly colored Squibs. Their chatters of delight at the arrival of their friend emanated through the force. “Look brothers of closest kin! It is our dearest of fish-like comrades of peace and death defying anti-ouch healing generousity-minded Jedi, Doctory Doc Leena Kil who kills not! Doctory Doc we have come to take you on to the ice world of secretive Jedi secrets with your fearsome quiet shadow friend.” Leena stooped to wrap each of the chattering squirrel-esque beings in a warm hug, genuinely pleased to see that they had come for her. Leena and the Squibs had a long history and they had been very compassionate in helping the Jedi in her fledgling years. Now that she was a Jedi Knight, the squibs were more happy than ever to help the now liberated Jedi spread peace and compassion throughout the galaxy, by force if necessary. Striding down the loading ramp, an armored Corellian whose signature was lost in the expanse of the force offered a bowing head-nod to Leena. Leeba stood, her expression turning slightly more serious aside from the smile on her face and in her eyes. Bowing slightly she greeted the man, “Defender Mantis, I am honored to have you by my side again.” After exchanging pleasantries and discussing the happenings of the Squib tribes, Chandrilla’s rebuilding, and the state of the galaxy, the group boarded the carefully crafted hunk-of-junk that was the Squib designed vessel and set off into the cosmos. Their next destination: Ilum.

Standing to a slight crouch, Leena looked over the emerging Mandalorians and the bleeding Genesis. The Jedi she had met en route to this world lay slumped and bleeding before them. Exchanging a knowing glance with the much larger furred Jedi beside her, Leena easily reslung her yet unlit saber. She offered a warm smile to the lead Mandalorian woman that spoke towards them, reaching out on a wave of warm light force to feel for the downed Jedi. She instinctively felt the downed Jedi’s wounds. She wanted to rush to his aid; but knew better. Situations such as this demanded more than a healing hand. Diplomacy was a fine art, especially if one wanted to forego any further violence. ‘Especially with those who claim violence as their native tongue’ she mused to herself. With a soft pulse of encouraging energies, Leena directed her healing energies towards Genesis in an effort to at the least stymie the flow of blood and the looming approach of death until she could render more direct aid. Still, she kept a wary eye on the weapon-toting Mandalorians, her senses on edge. She trusted Kirlocca to handle the initial situation if it devolved to violence.

Leena bailed out of the speeder, only a fraction of a second slower than the reincarnate wookiee. The force silently hummed about her, it’s energy feeding her senses. This was not an emergency ward or surgery, but her senses were attuned as such, looking and feeling for any abnormality that might present itself, needing quick removal before it could cause more damage. Still, the girl was not quite prepared for the suddenness by which her cohort drew his saber and fell to the attack. Her weapon rested solidly against her hip yet. Leena was not willing to draw it. What was the use? But still, Kirlocca’s actions demanded that she respond as well, lest he fell the trio of Mandalorian watchmen. Scurrying from behind the rocky cover Leena reached out in the force as the Mandaloriand turned their attention to the hairy onslaught of humming orange plasma. With outstretched arms, Leena lept, her body curving into a forward rolling flip onward and upward towards the two remaining guards. The force hummed at her fingertips as she focused on the light that it churned within her. Like a tumbling stone she rolled through the air just above the being’s helmeted heads. With the skill of a surgeon, she reached out as she passed, planting a hand on top of each of their bucketed heads, releasing a pulse of healing energy; pure force designed to be applied in surgery to distract and dull the senses in place of anesthetic . It was a touching wave of outward power that was intended to cut one’s senses off from themself. A dull senseless feeling spread from Leena’s hands outward through the Mandalorians’ armor and into their persons, a feeling that dulled the nerves and numbed feeling in what normally would be preparation for surgery so as to avert the pain of being cut into. Senseless dullness spread out through the warrior’s craniums and into their chests and upper arms along the neural pathways. Nothing, in and of itself was inhibited, but that feeling of one’s own form being felt foreign and unfeeling was enough to cause a sense of distraction. Landing with a thud on a foot and knee on the other side, Leena pivoted to look back at her partner and the others, her sense spreading out from her searching for any other cancerous threats, her unlit saber hilt finding it’s way to her hand.

Leena inhaled sharply at the mention of the Mandalorians. She had heard stories of their brutality, both in the operating room and from aged Jedi texts. “I’m not that good with this thing,” she mumbled fingering the lightsaber hanging at her waist and setting in her lap as she sat in the speeder. Closing her eyes for a moment, Leena sought out the inner warmth of light that the force seemed to have nestled in her chest. Focusing on that, she breathed slowly, letting the calm radiate outwards into her body, extremities, and beyond. As the speeder tore across the uneven rocky ground beneath it, Leena felt the world around them. Natural, wounded, but the purity of nature still rung with truth. She could understand why Jedi naturalists chose their vocation. Something about it spoke to the deepest recesses of one’s soul, even the healer’s. This was not her lot in life however. She felt the world about them as it rushed past, allowing her mind abd soul to find a center amongst the truths it offered. It was then that she felt it. The speeder tore forwards in the deft hands of the Jedi Master Kirlocca, allowing Leena to submerge herself deeper and deeper into the force. There it was! The unnatural, a darkness that spoke not of life and natural but of pain, hatred, and disorder. “Mandalorians,” the young Jedi Knight whispered loudly, her eyes fluttering open to look first at Kirlocca and then off into the distance. Pointing a finger forward and to their right, Leena indicated the direction that she felt the disturbance calling from. She did not know if it was who they were looking for or if Genesis was among them, but she knew that like a cancer within a patient, a darkness that threatened to spread and destroy whatever fell into it’s grasp was boiling in the area. Cancerous removals were an area that Leena was proficient in.

Leena had been busy since her arrival. She had helped set up field hospitals, directing other volunteers, and been tending to a menagerie of different patients with an equally varying amount of wounds, injuries, and maladies. Through it all, the force flowed from the Mon Cal girl; from her, to her, and through her, amplified as it radiated out from her with a positive energy that boosted the hearts and minds of patient and attendee alike. With renewed energy, Leena and the volunteers about her were able to work longer and harder. Their results, beyond that of what many had ever seen. A Jedi’s touch. Leena’s white robes were grayed with grunge and tinged with blood as she finished treating her next patient. She had lost count of how many patients she had seen, but still, the girl felt revitalized. She had not needed to draw her saber or do anything that was not dedicated to advancing the cause of light and right. Darkness seemed to flee from around the girl. Energy seemed to course through her body. Stripping off her disposable gloves and depositing them in a receptacle, Leena took a break to step outside. Looking up with a smile, the young Jedi let the warm sunlight cascade down upon her face. Then she paused. A strange sense of urgency flooded across the waves of the force. It was not one that heralded an impending doom, though it seemed to carry a sense of danger on it’s waves. She felt the presence of the former Grand Master Kirlocca on the end of the tidal force. He had reached out to her. Something was wrong, even if Leena did not know exactly what. Setting off at a brisk walk that turned into a trot, and into a run as the urgency vibrated more strongly each moment. Whatever it was, time was of the essence and speed was not the opposite of peace. Skidding to a stop, Leena saw Kirlocca mounting a speeder. She raised a questioning eyebrow at the statement. She knew the Master’s presence itself was more than muscle. It was a lighthouse of good in the chaos if such a quest. Days in and the chaos of good was still going strong. “A firefight? What is going on? Where did Genesis go? Is he in some sort of danger? I am a Jedi. Whatever is needed of me, I will do. It is probably a good thing I brought my lightsaber with me on this peacekeeping mission. After Mon Cal, I don’t think I’ll ever leave it behind. Things can go south too quickly am I right? And we are Jedi, we need to be prepared for anything. I’ve heard some of the patients talking about Mandalorians? I’ve never met a Mandalorian that I know of. I bet as the Grand Master you’ve met plenty of different people from different cultures haven’t you?” The girl rattled on cheerfully, her young talkative nature not betraying nervousness, but a sense of excitement at being able to accompany Master Kirlocca on a mission of sorts. Realizing she was prattling the girl paused momentarily before asking “So where we going?” Clammering into the speeder’s passenger seat, Leena looked around. Where was Genesis? She could sense something was off, but she had not known the Jedi apprentice very well and through all the emotions of the sick, wounded and lost she had trouble tracing the young Jedi. “I have a lot of patients counting on me here. We better make this quick Master.”

The small fleet of concentrated Jedi ships slipped from hyperspace with ease. The Survivor’s Foundation had already been on site of the devastated world for days, setting up camps to dole out all manner of aid to the throngs of offworld refugees, beginning the lengthy process of surveying and preparing to rebuild homes and businesses, taking samples of devastated soils, poisoned plant life, and wildlife that could be found, and much much more. Annals of history needed poured over, the galaxy needed scoured for plants and wildlife that could be brought in to rebuild the fallen world, and an exploding populace of locals and refugees alike needed housing and livelihoods rebuilt. Leena stood on the bridge of the ship, her jaw set in a look of grim determination that offset her warm compassionate eyes. Looking out across the quickly growing planet and fleet before them, she inhaled deeply. This would not be another disaster; not like Mon Cal. She was a Jedi, as a Jedi there were certain expectations that were had of her, and she had expectations of herself. The Jedi had sent a team of healers to assist the medical professionals from all edges of the galaxy that made up the Survivor’s Foundation; between them all, hopefully they could bring relief and hope to the people and the world of Chandrila. As the smaller sized Jedi ships began to touch down on the surface, Leena was one of the first to bound off the ship, her inner light and excitement threatening to burst the seams of her calm exterior facade that she expected all Jedi were expected to carry themselves with. With a deep breath, Leena took in the chaos of the world. Desperation, fear, chaos, it was all there; but in the midst of it, on the backs of the Foundation and the Jedi, there was hope. Exhaling, Leena turned to a passing crewman who was disembarking. “You. Let’s get the supplies offloaded and get to work helping. Once we get started with that, I need all the healers who have come along to rendezvous with me at the mobile hospital complex at the edge of Hanna City.”

Leena raised an eyebrow as she smiled at the Jedi apprentice. Laughter was a welcome commodity nowadays it seemed. Suddenly, Leena paused; her mouth hanging slightly agape as she felt the presence of the former Grandmaster wash through the area. She had not known the Wookiee very personally; but she had been a Jedi since her childhood and had seen him from afar several times. She had mourned the Grandmaster’s death and had doubted the rumors of his return. Yet, now she felt it. “Interesting . . .” ————————————— Leena stayed with Genesis whilst he got settled and as final preperations were made. Eventually she wandered off to check on the stores of medical supply and aid that she would be taking charge of once they got planetside. A rescue fleet was going to meet the Jedi at Chandrila and efforts were going to extended to help bring the world back to it’s serene peaceful existence. It was a massive undertaking, but Leena knew it was the most Jedi thing the Jedi had done in some time. Soon enough, the rumble of the ships engines growled in the background and the Jedi aid was on it’s way.

Leena looked up with a smile at her fellow Jedi. “Uhhhh...I honestly don’t know. I think it is a sort of pick a bunk that is free sort of thing. You’re welcome to bunk across the way from me. I’d enjoy the company of a fellow Jedi. Maybe we can swap some stories or something? Most of mine are just in healing wards and field hospitals; but I bet you have had some adventures. It is nice to find another Jedi my own age to hang out with. Have you been a Jedi your whole life?” The girl rambled on, her inner warmth bubbling out cheerfully as she stood up to help her fellow find a room. “Do you know if anyone else is coming with us? I mean there are lots of people; but anyone you know?”

Leena turned with a warm smile. She was excited to get going, even if it was to a Sith world. The world, the people in it, they needed healing in body, mind, and spirit. “Hello there Genesis. I am Leena Kil, Apprentice healer, errrr . . . “ she paused catching herself as memories of her time with Master Sandy flooded her consciousness, “I guess I am a full fledged healer now. Still,” she offered a warm webbed handshake in greeting, “it is a pleasure to meet you. Hopefully this mission will go smoother than Mon Cal. No dark side monsters. No Sith invaders.” ”I know there is a sizable team of world healers and rebuilders preparing to go. I suspect that preparations will be done tonight and we will head out tomorrow. Want to ride on the lead ship with me? Maybe we can talk more?” Leena waited for a response before scurrying off to see that the team of rebels and Jedi support staff were prepared and the last massive loads of supplies were prepped for loading into the massive transports. There was enough supplies to undertake the beginnings of reconstruction of a world. _______________________ The next morning, Leena carried a satchel of clothing and personally selected medical supplies aboard the makeshift command ship. Smiling to the crew, she found a a sparse quarter out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the ship and plopped her bag on the floor before sitting down on the bunk. Looking about, she smiled and let out a nervous sigh. “Here we go again.”

Leena smiled warmly back to Kyrie, stepping back as Master Sandy Sarna entered. The flame-like apparitions of the Anzat’s cleansing fire playing harmlessly across her fingers as she held her hand up to regard the non-injurious flickers of light before they dissipated into the warm air. It was clear that the two knew one another. Was there anyone Sandy did not know? Leena was much more confined in who she knew; a casualty of a life spent in the healing halls across the galaxy. Even as the young Mon Cal faded into the background, the healing aura that flowed from her heart, mind, and body washed across the room like a soft tidal surge touching everyone, washing away the rough edges of pain and darkness grain by grain with each heartbeat-powered surge. Leena nodded in agreement with Sandy’s assessment. The Sin Eater was like a wild animal, even though she was calm now, the darkness that gave such a dragon power would inevitably resurge. Even without the darkness, Kyrie was a pained beast. The shock that flickered across Leena’s face was genuine as she struggled to maintain her composure. Sandy had pulled the Exorcist into a tight embrace and she could feel the emotion that radiated from it: love. With a raised eyebrow, Leena considered the situation before nodding with approval. Such a display seemed more relegated to Padawans and younglings; but what did Leena know of the world? Love was a strong positive force. Did she not love those she cared for on some level? A Jedi had to be wary of love though. With such a powerful emotion, there were always fringes of darkness that could more easily pierce the veil. Still, Sandy was a master and this woman, Kyrie, was . . . what was she really? “Maybe we can get changed and go for a healing meditation before moving back out into the galaxy. Once we are centered, we can better take a stand against the darkness that creeps at the fringes.” Leena glanced at Sandy, with an urge of her eyebrows hoping to convey that she was trying to help the Exorcist before them. “There is an old Hutt garden near here. The darkness of this world is weakest there. If you get changed, we can meet there in a half hour and allow our souls to be cleansed, find peace, and center ourselves on what is truly important.” Leena offered a warm smile to the two, placing a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders and squeezing briefly in reassurance.

Leena lay there on her gurney, the medics having cone and left, her body purged of any residual poisons from the radiation of Scarif that had not been dealt with prior. Now, she lay, her mind adrift in the expanse of light that enveloped the rebel base. In it she could feel the signatures of other Jedi, rebels, and others. In the myriad of emotions, desires and goals, some purer than others, she felt hope. True, it mingled with darker desires and emotions; even amongst the rebels there were those of darker inclinations. Still, they had a unification of purpose in their differences. Freedom, revenge, hatred, love, and more mingled together in that all encompassing desire: hope. Leena could not discern every individual that was unknowingly cocooned and bolstered in the expanding aura of warm light side energies, but . . . She sat up, her eyes fluttering open . . . there was one that stood out. She had felt it come in from afar and it was different from the others. It felt pained, like the gurgling of a volcanic geyser that could erupt at an unknown time; all it needed was the right push. Dark energies seemed to rage within it, trapped and seething for escape. Yet, they were contained as if their existence fueled an immense beast of prey. To say such a thing surprised Leena was an understatement. In all the dark passions that many rebels brought to the war, she had not felt this. This was evil. Evil that was caged but desired release. Darkness that could extinguish the glimmer of light that glowed in the chests of so many here. Pushing herself from the gurnet, Leena grabbed for a fresh set of pristine white healer’s robes. Shimmying out of her flimsy hospital gown, the Mon Cal slid easily into the robes. They did not differ from the ones she used to wear, except they were clean. Nothing noted her ascension from Apprentice to Knight and Leena did not care. Affixing her silvery hilt to the white corded belt at her waist, Leena padded off out of the hospital wing, her bare feet finding assurance against the cool stone floors. The girl held the light in her heart, keeping the expanse of warming energies about her, connecting her to all around, bolstering them. Her focus was not on that however; instead she now hones her mind’s eye on the imprisoned font of darkness that roiled in it’s prison. The Jedi Healer did not know what to expect. She could feel the pain, that was enough. Someone or something here was pained in a way that none other were. It was her duty and deepest desire to not only salve such a wound, but to purge and heal it as well. Seemingly wandering aimlessly up and down hallways and stairs, paths and lifts, Leena followed the maze of the rebel base seeking to draw herself closer. Then she found it, rounding a corner into a landing bay, the Mon Cal Healer saw a cobbled together Ugly vessel, but that is not what caught her attention. There flopped on the deck plating was a woman. A Jedi? She had a lightsaber looking weapon didn’t she? Leena shook her head. This woman, if she was a Jedi, was in dire need. Leena had not ever sensed such a darkness from one of her own; nor had she ever sensed that she was approaching a wounded predator so closely. Almost silently, Leena padded closer and closer to the downed woman, the warm light of the force emanating from her very core. With one hand on the butt ofnher saber hilt, Leena reached forward with her other to place it on the woman’s shoulder, the warmth of the force flowing in healing waves of calm from her fingertips. “Hello friend. I sense,” she paused, pondering how to put what she felt into words, “that I may be of some help to you. My name is Leena.” The words were simple. The usually talkative girl holding her tongue. Sometimes a calming presence was all that was needed. The words of a Healer’s lesson she learned long ago springing to mind ‘Proclaim the goodness of the force always; when necessary, use words.’

As the Jedi ship broke from hyperspace above the world of Nar Shaddaa, Leena roused herself from the restful trance she had been sitting in. The whole ordeal had been overwhelming, not the healing of Master Sarna, that was a bit above par for the course but something she was at least accustomed to; but leaving the planet. Had Master Sarna really knighted her? What did she do to deserve such a thing? All she had done was heal the Jedi Master. Master Sarna had done the work of saving Scarif, not Leena. That was a Jedi move for sure. Still, having time to meditate on it, Leena had come to understand. She understood that she did not understand, but that was ok. She understood that sometimes the ways of the force were beyond what her mind could comprehend. That was ok. All she needed to do was ply her part in the greater picture. “I am one with the force and the force is with me,” the girl whispered to herself. She felt a warm glow in her chest, a reassurance of the rightness of her path. Making her way towards the cockpit, the Jedi stood behind the pilot in his chair. “Can I use the comms please?” The pilot gave Leena a confused smile before handing over the mic. With a crackle it sprung to life, “Nar Shaddaa base, this is Leena Kil, uhhhhhh, Jedi Knight?” The title rolled off her tongue more as a question than with the confidence one ought to have with such a promotion. “We are returning from providing humanitarian aid and are requesting landing clearance to rendezvous with our fellow rebels.” Leena paused as the pilot held up a crumpled piece of paper for her to see. “Transmission code Beta Four Epsilon Epsilon.” Soon enough, permission was granted to land near the Jedi compound and the vessel began it’s decent planetside. Finding Sandy and Tali aboard the ship as it began landing procedures, Leena smiled and waved them forward, “We reallt need to go to the infirmary and make sure we do not have any residual effects from the radiation. I don’t really feel any, but the stuff can be a beast to sort out and it is probably better to be safe than sorry if we have a bit. No sense having something flare up half way through some ancient Sith tomb or fortress.” Leena’s excitement at being back amongst the good guys was almost palpable as her light footsteps carried her quickly down the ship’s ramp to the surface of the world. It did not take long to find the medical ward. Amongst the smell of antiseptics and bacta, Leena felt a different sense of peace. Even if she was a patient this time. Sitting there in a sterilized gown atop a gurney, the Mon Cal relaxed as two rebel medics began their scans. Closing her eyes, Leena allowed her mind to slip into the flow of the force. The warmth in her chest glowing and growing as she nurtured it; reaching outwards, first to those who tended to her, then further to her fellow patients and other medics, and then beyond the walls of the ward to those going about the base. In each, even the darkest rebel souls, she could feel the light and drew it forth, nurturing it’s life giving warmth until it blossomed in an invisible warmth across the entire compound to invigorate and instill in each and every heart and mind peace, hope, and healing.

MODERATOR POST: Duel between Armenia Draygo, Kykatu Ryu, and Exodus Starting off, let me tip my hat to all three of you. Each of you is a master of your craft and master ranked roleplayer. Two of you are even faction leaders in this. This duel was exhausting to go through trying to make sure I had the dance beat of the entire melee down. Each of you brought your A game and it shows. The gloves got to come off and you all got to show off in some way. I took several pages of notes over this duel, sought the help of the Google gods, Merriam-Webster, Wookiepedia, each of you, and other moderators in making this ruling. I leaned heavily upon Charles’ roleplaying guide (a godsend) as well. One thing I want to quote from that guide, that would have helped greatly in this duel and for anyone else reading here to take note of is: In reading each post, I noted a lot of flavorful descriptions, expansions of the battlefield and effects on it, and subtle actions taken by each character involved. A few times, those were even written as possible uses of powers in the battle that may or may not have an effect on another or may be exploitable by another. I believe most of them were done for flavor and not directed to alter an enemy’s actions, but it is worth noting that these exist and could be taken as attacks or moves, should someone have chosen to focus in on them. I noted a few very minor spelling or grammatical errors. A lack of a space or the word “the” or comma usage or sentence structure, here or there, but nothing that was egregious enough to interrupt the flow of battle. You each clearly put thought and effort into these posts and it shows. Like I said above PAGES of notes. Here are some of the highlights of those highlights: We are in a galaxy far far away, and I think it is safe to assume most of us are not personally familiar with the real world applications of weapons such as flash bangs. This had me scurrying to find the Star Wars variant. This is a weapon that is not as limited as games like C.O.D. would lead one to believe. The thick smoke covering was used as a way to dissipate some of this threat. Of note on Wookieepedia is that flash bangs are differentiated from concussion grenades. This would make one assume that they are for different purposes, and while one may have some effect of the other, it is not the intended purpose and in a galaxy that boasts all sorts of fantastic tech, would render the unintended effect relatively negligible. Flash bangs flash and concussion grenades concuss and frag grenades, well those are another thing all together. Another note is that flash bangs were designed to disorient biologicals and droids (tech). This may be something to note of, as it was a surprise to me, and take advantage of down the road. My big dilemma with the flash bangs in this duel was the throwing of the first one. It was thrown and detonated in the same post, allowing the illumination of one’s enemy, which was then followed by an attack in the same post. I understand that this was meant as an opener to close the gap and begin the duel; however, this one action directed the entire rest of the duel. You all spoke of and further defined the field of battle, especially darkness and smoke; things that were initially present on the battlefield. You reacted appropriately overall and even dissipated a majority of the smoke with the frag grenade concussions, while also altering the levels of lighting from dim to nonexistent to sabers provide glow and everything in between. On that note, I think there may have been some confusion on the size of the playing field. This is an issue that can be overcome with OOC communication throughout the course of the duel. Nobody likes feeling like they misread a scene and then end up putting themselves in a bad position because if it. OOC communication also ensures that respect for the other players is maintained, regardless of IC actions. I think that there is plenty of respect between all three players here and I could see it in the posts. Mistakes that were made, I do not believe to have been intentional on any level. With that respect comes the need to acknowledge an opponent’s actions and even more so, what an opponent may write that changes the course of the fluid environment. Overall, this was handled well. Going back to my note earlier, it can be hard to respond to every little thing when so much is poured into a single post; but key actions must be at least acknowledged in the others’ posts. The Goliath already took a beating at Corellia. Ya’ll didn’t help the cause of the pride of the Sith fleet! This poor beast is MESSED UP! But, boy, it was sure fun to read! I think at this point, all all of you are about to get sucked into the void of space without divine or force-induced intervention. The force was at play here a lot, as should be expected. Ryu didn’t shirk in this department, regaining his connection to the force in Round 3 and really taking it to the top. Remember that there is some level of power loss or cool down that accompanies such massive outputs of force energy. Round 3 was where you all really rocked it. Starting with the telekinetic force shredding blast at the end of Round 2, you all took it to the top. Without the force, you all might have been whipped by then; but the force carried the day. That huge force lightning empowered arm grabbing for Exodus’ chest was an awesome move. Coupled with a vicious slash that would be hard for anyone but a master of darkness and combat to overcome. The Mouse droid had me laughing. It was a light moment in an intense sequence and very Star Wars. Kriffing droids. The growing maelstrom of the force has me shudder at what might come next. Up until Round 3, this felt more like a not so happy reunion between two long lost brothers bent on kicking the others’ shebs; but Round 3 changed all that and really altered the course of where I saw this thing going. Draygo came out cartwheeling with force-powered lightsaber combat that allowed Exodus to dance back and forth with it at will in his post. One thing to remember; however, is that, as per the guide, we need to match our actions to how an opponent makes theirs. Whereas Draygo and Exodus were very open in their play around and across the field, Ryu’s moves, while crazed, were a calculated crazy and very specific. The danger lies in taking that and forcing actions on another player that they did not write or intend, even if done for flavoring. Exodus’ Round 3 post could have been a whole other duel and was fun to read as it gave more life to the whole thing and allowed for the setup of the maelstrom. That being said, if this would have happened anywhere beside Round 3 it would have, like the flash bang above, greatly altered the flow of the battle. If it alters the flow of the narrative post battle remains to be seen. In looking at the guide, It is noted in the example that a character would not have made a move, if it did not have a purpose. Each of us are responsible for the purpose of our own characters and responsible to not infer anything outside of IC assumptions and opinions onto other characters. I honestly am not sure how you all are going to get out of this. Even if all three of you come out of this duel without a killstroke. You are being sucked into the void from a mangled and damaged vessel in the aftermath of a battle whilst the force swirls and rages all around you. There is still a whole crew of screaming stomping Sith Empire goons aboard the ship too. This was a three way duel, and one among some of the best of the best we have here on site. To make a simple ruling of so-and-so wins and gets the next post, seems hard to do and somewhat unfair given the totality of everything. That being said, for ruling purposes, I believe that the winner is Armiena Draygo. The next post will be hers; however, following that, Exodus will also get some semblance of a post. The ship is Sith territory as are the majority of, if not all, of the NPCs aboard. Additionally, it is his force maelstrom that is raging within the vacuum dredged halls of the ship and what is not addressed in Draygo’s post needs to be addressed as well. After this, depending on the circumstances, Kakuto Ryu can post; provided he is still alive. At this point I do not even know which side the dude is on! Thanks for entrusting me to rule on this guys. You all did awesome.

Leena pulled back instinctively as Sandy sat up with a scream that shattered the calm sound of water lapping at the ship’s hull. Her eyes were wide with surprise. She had not expected the Jedi master to return so . . . suddenly. Having little to offer, Leena tried to hand the master whatever larger scraps of robe she could still reach. Smiling at Sandy politely, Leena gingerly placed a forceful hand on the woman’s shoulder and pushed her back down on the hull. “You are not fully healed yet Master Sarna.” Sandy may be a master, and therefore outrank her, but here, in this situation, medical bay or field medic, Leena was the medical provider; Sandy her patient. It warmed the Mon Cal’s soul to see the Jedi pulled back from the brink and she silently thanked the force that still radiated freely around them; the healing waves of light pulsing silently about them. “You must rest.” She continued, nodding as Sandy spoke briefly of knighthood. It was encouraging for Leena doubted strongly if she was capable enough to ascend the ranks of the Order, but in this moment, those thoughts were pushed aside. Her focus remained on and in the force, serving as a conduit and guide to help accelerate the Master’s natural healing, drawing on the calmness about them and infusing it with light and peace. Radiation was not a simple broken limb, it was a dark power that hid in the recesses of health, light, and life. Leena was encouraged by the Jedi’s recovery, but still, she immersed herself in the force, seeking out the darkness where it hid. She, Tali, and Sandy had all been exposed and would need treated; but Sandy had taken the brunt of the blow beneath the waves. After several minutes, the calm air was pierced by the low throb of engines as the vessel that had deposited them here returned to retrieve them. Jumping into the near craft, Leena grabbed a blanket and scrambled back out, draping it around Sandy’s shoulders. “No sense giving everyone a show.” She smiled playfully as she offered a hand to help the Master into the craft. As soon as they were all aboard, they set about making their return to shore and Tali’s village.

Deeper into the ship towards the breach, Leena tugged at Sandy; her powerful legs churning the water behind them. All the while, Leena kept one eye on their pathway out and another on Sandy. Things were not looking good. A body was not meant to undergo that kind of destruction. Only the force seemed to hold the master on this plane of existence. So as her legs churned and her eyes watched, Leena subtly pressed on the force urging whatever positive life giving energies the still-healing waters about them could muster. ‘Just keep breathing,’ she thought as fear clouded the edges of her mind. She could not lose another Jedi. Not after Mon Cal. As long as Sandy kept breathing, there was a fighting chance. After what seemed like forever, but was only several grueling minutes, the dim light of the outside underwater world shone through the jagged hole punched in the ship’s hull. Looking down at Sandy, Leena sighed with exasperation, a stream of bubbles trailing upwards from her mouth. Every minute down here was a step closer to the end. A lifetime of lessons and watching countless unnamed soldiers bleed out in her field hospitals was not enough to stay her heart when her fellow Jedi were on the line. Steeling her mind and soul, Leena gritted her teeth and pressed onwards out into the open sea. Here she could already feel the currents carrying on their invisible arms the life of the world about them. It energized her, encouraged her, steadied her tiring limbs. Climbing on the currents, Leena tugged the Jedi Master until they broke the surface. There was not time to try and signal the vessel that had brought them here. Keeping Sandy’s head above water, Leena paddled towards the jutting wreckage of the star destroyer above the surface of the sea and carefully Pushed Sandy’s body into what had once been a gun emplacement before pulling herself up after. Kneeling beside Sandy, Leena began to pull the ragged robes away from her more obvious injuries. The woman’s fingers looked like they had been scorched down to the bone! With a deep sigh of exasperation, Leena began to dig at her waist pulling a half dozen small green crystals from her pouch. The Mon Cal smiled. “Where modern medicine fails, the force takes over.” She quoted to herself from one of the many texts she had studied in her lifetime on healing. Inwardly, Leena was trying to sever her personal connection to her patient. This was a professional duty now, she could not let it be anything more; in spite of how deeply she was worried about losing another Jedi. Healing soldiers on the front lines, tending to Jedi in the temples, Leena cared but could almost always distance herself from ‘them’, they that fought in wars or were clumsy enough to hurt themselves in training. This was different though, now Leena was one of those people on the front lines. Even as her own body ached, she still had work to do. Carefully setting up her crystals about Sandy’s form and her own, Leena settled cross-legged close enough that her knees were pressed up against Sandy. Palms downward, Leena extended them out across Sandy’s fallen form, one over her head and another her navel. Then, the Mon Cal inhaled deeply, clearing her mind, drawing on the faint glow that she carried within. She pulled it forth, urging it to grow, pushing out any doubt or darkness in her mind. From there it flowed like a mist from every pore of her body, across Sandy towards the crystals where it networked within the intricate latices and rebounded within the aura. The healing power of the force growing exponentially within the circle as it surged around Leena and was directed towards Sandy’s wounds, visible and invisible. “Come on Master Sarna. It is not your time yet. The force needs you still. Keep on breathing. Just breath. Let the force and your body do the rest. Accelerate the knitting together of your sinews. You injuries will be closed and filled with life. Your mind resting in a nurturing cocoon of warmth. Just breath.”

And suddenly, like that, the dark pressing presence was gone. The peacefulness as the natural world began to flow back into the emptiness left by the radiation almost left Leena gasping as she recoiled in the peace. Even as Sandy’s protective barrier faltered, it did not matter, things were beginning to heal. She could feel it. Now the people of this world could begin to set right that which had been wronged. There in the darkness, Leena smiled slightly. The world was right for the moment except . . . “Master Sarna!” Leena bubbled as she felt the pain and destruction that radiated from the Jedi Master falling back into her and T’ali’u’s arms. She needed medical attention immediately. More than Leena could offer in the cramped darkness of a sunken star destroyer. Reaching within, Leena pulled at the shimmering sliver of goodness that she carried in her heart. Nursing it, the warm light grew exponentially until it radiated outward from Leena’s hands and eyes bathing the hall in dim light. Pulling at Sandy, Leena began the long trek back down the shaft of the destroyer. Mentally, she pushed at T’ali’u, urging her to help get the Jedi Master to safety. Sandy needed healing. Her injuries were more numerous than could be seen or counted. A simple washing of the force across Sandy’s form told the apprentice healer that. If she was going to make it, they had to get her somewhere more stable than the wreckage. Seeing Sandy’s rebreather float off into the darkness, Leena pulled her own from her mouth, the salty water flooding and burning her lungs. She shoved the lifesaving piece of technology into Sandy’s mouth, pushing her mouth closed around it.

MODERATOR POST: DUEL BETWEEN GENESIS AND MORDECAI NOW THIS IS PODRACING!!!! Errr . . . Star Wars!! Gentlemen, this duel was so Star Wars it could have been a scene from a movie. Bravo! There was a very Qui-Gon V. Darth Maul feel to it at several points. I hope to duel with each of you in the future. You name the time and place and I’ll be there. I loved this duel. I cannot go through everything line by line, but a few of the items of note in this duel are below. I like to read the posts leading up to a duel to get a feel for the scene. I will admit I was worried about Genesis’ state of mind and being leading into the duel. That being said, you made it work for you throughout the duel. The emotional flux of Genesis and the sway of the force was key through the whole duel. Genesis was able to find his focus and use it. Genesis exuded the ideals of the ideal Jedi. The pull of darkness, the temptation, and the committal to that which is right. Genesis is a man of peace, but willing to wade through the muck of battle for the good of others. Mordecai’s skills and abilities remained true to his character sheet. He is a blade master and makes use of that, not trying a shotgun approach at anything a Sith might use. Classic movie-worthy dealing. Beautiful moves and an attitude worthy a Sith lord. Trying to convert before moving to violence was awesome. It defied the stereotype of a Sith, while you also acknowledged it. I noticed a few spelling and grammatical errors in posts. Capitalizations, the use of apostrophes, and forgotten words can change sentences and make lines hard to read. They are all simple enough to correct. I know that I am guilty of these things at times too. This leads into my next point, apparently Mordecai’s blade “filed” Genesis’ shoulder? Is that supposed to be filleted or something else? Genesis took a large amount of brutal damage right off the bat and continued to take more as the battle wore on. Even glancing blows with a lightsaber can be horrendous. The things can melt through armor and cleave through flesh like a hot ball bearing in a tub of lard. There is a reason that in a galaxy of technology and guns, that the zealots of the galaxy carry laser swords and are feared and respected for their use. Mordecai did not take any damage. This was not because he dodged or expertly blocked, in fact; Mordecai took the one offensive move towards him in turn. This was a duel after all. The philosophical musings were great, but without force application into action or even straight action defensive or offensive, it is hard to call it a duel. I was really worried when Genesis deactivated his saber mid battle. The next post had, what I think, was the highest point of the battle. When Genesis, full of the force, reactivated his saber and defended himself. That was a great chunk of writing! Driving forward in an attempted final blow was beautiful too. I wish we could have seen that sooner. That level of dedication and zeal could have turned the tides and if this duel went another three rounds I think it would be an entirely different ballgame. A Sith Lord against a Jedi Apprentice and the apprentice is cut up right from the get go. Even so, the Jedi came back swinging in the final round. Considering it all, there can only be one winner in this duel as it stands. The winner is MORDECAI and the next post goes to MAVANGER. Congratulations! Don’t forget that Genesis is trying to skewer Mordecai as his final act in the duel. You both did a good job and should be proud of what you created.

Leena kicked backwards at Sandy’s command, pushing herself behind the master. She could feel the corrupting nature of the very world around them, twisted and torn asunder from the way nature intended it. As Sandy’s shield faltered and fell, the full weight of the radiating power swept over the young girl, causing her to gasp; drawing a tidal wave of water about the rebreather in her mouth. Allowing the light that she was casting to fade to black left the trio swathed in inky blackness, Leena reached forward to grasp at Sandy’s shoulder. Even now, she could feel the heat radiating upwards through the woman. And then Sandy’s saber ignited, bathing the area in an otherworldly light that matched the bottomless hunger that ate away at everything. Leena could feel the radiation eating away at her own body, and at the bodies of her associates; especially Sandy as she allowed the radiation to course through her. Instinctively, Leena drew upon the silvery glow of light that bathed her soul; pushing back against the power that sought a chink in her defenses. Inhaling deeply, Leena spit her rebreather out, the unnaturally warm waters burning her lungs as they drew the oxygen away and into her body. Reaching her free hand out for T’ali’au Leena reached out on the force, drawing on the natural goodness of her companions, of the world around them, and of the reserves of light she carried within. Channelling the slivers and fragments of light together, Leena urged the embers of light to grow until their glow was palpable within her chest. It swelled and grew until her chest was tight. With a direction of thought, Leena pressed the glow of light side energies surging forth from her very soul into Sandy’s rapidly withering form as a wave of healing energies. Their purpose was to bolster and sustain the essence of life in the Jedi Master’s form. Leena felt the energies clashing and battling against the radiation’s power within Sandy. Still, Leena drew forth the light and poured it into the battle until Sandy began to jettison the power of the radiation out of her hands into the boiling water. Feeling the corrupted power continue to grow about her, Leena fought to force the healing powers of light against it. She drew off the light of whatever she could sense. Leena urged Sandy’s own body to fight back against the death that coursed through her body. From the fish and creatures of the sea, from the underwater plants, the microscopic sea life, the water, the air, the seabed, the sky, if Leena could sense it she drew from it and amplified it’s power before sending forth the healing glow into Sandy. The corrupting power of the radiation washed over Leena’s body as she let it wash past her into the darkness. All that mattered in this moment was the force and the life that it sustained. She was a healer and her fellow Jedi her charges. She would not fail them, not this time.

MODERATOR POST DUEL RULING: VOX V. KAHLA Reading this duel, I want to commend you both for how quickly you got this duel completed. The lead up and battle all fit on the same page. I was not forced to to go searching for posts. This was awesome. That being said, I would urge each of you to proofread your posts. I noted several grammatical errors as I read and had to go back and reread some lines several times to try and make sense of certain aspects. I know that I can be guilty of this at times too, especially when excitedly rushing to get a post up; but it is especially important to watch for in PvP scenarios. I would encourage each of you to look over your character sheets and ensure that they are updated to contain training and descriptions of weapons that are not readily defined on site or with wookiepedia. It would help make understanding some of the weapons for those of us that are truly Star Wars-centric easier. That being said, the usages of the weapons did help me understand their rough usage. The flow of the battle worked well. Each side traded blows, and while I personally thought that some of them could or should have been more incapacitating, you each tooks shots and kept on plugging. Remember to respond to each attack or move from your enemy. Even if this is just a simple ‘dodged to the left’ that acknowledges the opponent’s action and does not leave it hanging out there. I really liked the color coding of defensive and offensive moves. That was a good idea and made focusing on moves and actions easier to comprehend. Strategy wise, both sides used different tactics that worked for their individual characters. Both sides sent off their respective NPCs and focused on the individual battle. So regardless of the winner of this duel, please remember that the battle did not occur in a vacuum and to address the other side’s NPCs. I appreciated the attempt at turning Vox to the dark side. Additionally, I liked how Vox, clearly an apex predator, noted his decent towards the darkness and fought to correct it. All of this being said, I have determined that the win for this duel goes to KAHLA. As such, the next post goes to Zendrin. One major concern came with Vox locking weapons with Kahla and forcing her into a position where he then attacked again all in the same post. This does not allow the other player to respond and forces them to take actions that you wrote. Zendrin handled it well, but this type of thing is unacceptable in a duel. It is easy to slip into if one is not cognizant of such things. Posts should span, in general, no more than 8-10 seconds of movement and should not chain together move after move after move without allowing one’s opponent to respond. Congratulations both of you. I enjoyed the duel and you both clearly put some thought into this and enjoyed writing it. Keep it up. I look forward to great things from both of you in the future.

The irradiated poisons that pierced the water ground their invisible maws against Leena’s body, pressing in against her very spirit. The adulteration of nature all around Leena were the same as the truths that had been twisted to create the darkness on Mon Cal. It felt similar in so many ways. Both darkness perverted the true nature of things all around her. Feeling the glow of light in her heart that had carried her thus far, Leena exhaled a trail of bubbles, focusing herself on her task at hand as they swam into a jagged tear in the vessel’s side. Up close, it was ginormous. Taking the datapad, Leena stared at it, trying for several moments to make heads or tails of the numerous pages and diagrams. It was like an x-ray of a great metallic beast that she had never laid eyes on. The pounding that was beginning to throb in her head from the ever constant dark mutations around them made it even harder to focus; that is, until suddely, it subsided. Renewing her focus, Leena swiped through diagram after diagram, her eyes darting back and forth, taking in every detail she could. After several minutes, Leena thought she knew where they were. With a fierce inhalation through the rebreather, Leena took in lung fulls of air and let the living force that still swirled amongst the chaos touch the light she carried within. Pointing deeper into the darkness, light illuminated from the girl’s palm and she set off. Her feet and legs powerfully propelled the fishy girl through the waters, creatures that had taken up residence in the dark appearing and vanishing at the fringes of the conical light she cast before her. Pausing only long enough to see that her comrades were behind her and following, Leena pressed on. Somewhere inside this skeletal frame lay a cancerous demon that needed cleansing and severing. Swimming deeper and deeper, Leena led the group, pausing only once to consult the maps and disgrams, towards the main reactor chambers. She only stopped when a battered set of blastdoors barred their way. Here, even beyond Sandy’s protective bubble, Leena could feel the unnatural cancer of death growing steadily stronger, carried on the waters to the world outside.