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"We cannot take on more"
"Force be Merciful"
"To all Republic Units in the Trailing Sectors. Omwat has fallen. Divert to Inner Defensive Line 7."
The blue skin of her cheeks had swollen by the tears seeping for days on end. Around her, the pieces that formed the lightsaber were scattered; Her concentration devastates so much by the weight of the knowledge she bore, unable to assemble it back like she used to. She had been sitting there, in the empty cabin, her body frozen in meditative stance, yet her robes soaked in tears. Her eyes turned red, no longer able to produce any tears to carry her immense sorrow out of her system.
It was an old ritual she had learned from her time on Tython; Dissassembling of the Lightsaber through the Force was means of baring one's soul, reestablishing focus after the much horror experienced in the galaxy torn by war and bloodshed. She had attempted to eassemble the weapon more than a dozen times, to no success. Every time, the consuming sensation of grief tore her apart, denying her the strength to focus, as she relived again and again the dark moments on Omwat. It was not the first of the chain of defeats she lived through. She had been through much attrocity, in her decades standing against the Sith.
But this was a different foe entirely. The sheer scale and power they projected shook any a Jedi to their core; Indeed, Aola could not know whether the grief felt was a solemn emotion experienced through knowing the millions forsaken back in Omwat, sensing their deaths as if they were her own, or it was an aftershock of the blasphemous magicks conjoured by the Athysian Raider Fleet.
It no longer matter, she thought to herself. Now, it was all done; The lives lose, another weight added to her soul. A price paid for being a Jedi.
Alas, Aola was not a mere Jedi. She was a Jedi Master. A general, nonetheless. She had led the Republic through many a war across many a world. To befall into grief would be to forsake the Jedi teachings. It was her who must stand, now, in the face of destruction, and inspire the ones who had not taken the oaths she had. It was her, their General, the defender of Light, who had to stand up against the odds, and be the beackon of hope amidst the ocean of despair.
"General. General, do you read me?" the commlink beeped, banishing Aola from her deep thoughts, like an electrocution that summoned her back to reality.
"I read you, Captain Olsak" Aola responded. Her head shaking off the whirling dark that consumed her mind.
"We have arrived on Sullust."
The planet resembled a molding, living orb, graced by fiery magma that flowed in massive river networks, spilling out into oceans of fire, while numerous vast cities of durasteel were erected above, with colossal machinery working the strange mines of the planet. Republic Navy ships were anchored in the planet's La'grage, flocking like flies to illumination. The centerpiece, where the large convoy of what was left of the Republic defence fleet of Omwat, along the transports, moved quickly towards the planetside, while the warships shifted towards the circular space station that orbited the planet, branded with the emblem of the Galactic Republic.
Transmissions soon flooded all vessels inbound from Omwat, with a handful of Thranta-Corvettes, originating from the Sullust Defence Fleet, moving to intercept any potential enemy ships trailing the flottila. Though armed, and with weapons live, none fixed their targetting arrays upon the republic, or Kopperian ships, as they emerged from the Hyperspace. Instead, each of the coming ships received coordinates to anchor in Lagrage, with inquiries regarding necessity of repairs.
Aola, as the fleet approached Sullust Orbit, initiated a transmission towards the Kopperian Navy.
"This is Jedi Master Aola Cliyerslan Vilbolra. Your intervention has saved thousands, and for that we are in your debt. If any of your ships requires repairs, it would be the least for us to provide. The Admiral has requested a personal meeting with your leader, on the Orbital Station Command, if you would join me."
"They are breaking through"
"You let us die!"
"Force be Merciful"
"To all Republic Units in the Trailing Sectors. Omwat has fallen. Divert to Inner Defensive Line 7."
The blue skin of her cheeks had swollen by the tears seeping for days on end. Around her, the pieces that formed the lightsaber were scattered; Her concentration devastates so much by the weight of the knowledge she bore, unable to assemble it back like she used to. She had been sitting there, in the empty cabin, her body frozen in meditative stance, yet her robes soaked in tears. Her eyes turned red, no longer able to produce any tears to carry her immense sorrow out of her system.
It was an old ritual she had learned from her time on Tython; Dissassembling of the Lightsaber through the Force was means of baring one's soul, reestablishing focus after the much horror experienced in the galaxy torn by war and bloodshed. She had attempted to eassemble the weapon more than a dozen times, to no success. Every time, the consuming sensation of grief tore her apart, denying her the strength to focus, as she relived again and again the dark moments on Omwat. It was not the first of the chain of defeats she lived through. She had been through much attrocity, in her decades standing against the Sith.
But this was a different foe entirely. The sheer scale and power they projected shook any a Jedi to their core; Indeed, Aola could not know whether the grief felt was a solemn emotion experienced through knowing the millions forsaken back in Omwat, sensing their deaths as if they were her own, or it was an aftershock of the blasphemous magicks conjoured by the Athysian Raider Fleet.
It no longer matter, she thought to herself. Now, it was all done; The lives lose, another weight added to her soul. A price paid for being a Jedi.
Alas, Aola was not a mere Jedi. She was a Jedi Master. A general, nonetheless. She had led the Republic through many a war across many a world. To befall into grief would be to forsake the Jedi teachings. It was her who must stand, now, in the face of destruction, and inspire the ones who had not taken the oaths she had. It was her, their General, the defender of Light, who had to stand up against the odds, and be the beackon of hope amidst the ocean of despair.
"General. General, do you read me?" the commlink beeped, banishing Aola from her deep thoughts, like an electrocution that summoned her back to reality.
"I read you, Captain Olsak" Aola responded. Her head shaking off the whirling dark that consumed her mind.
"We have arrived on Sullust."
The planet resembled a molding, living orb, graced by fiery magma that flowed in massive river networks, spilling out into oceans of fire, while numerous vast cities of durasteel were erected above, with colossal machinery working the strange mines of the planet. Republic Navy ships were anchored in the planet's La'grage, flocking like flies to illumination. The centerpiece, where the large convoy of what was left of the Republic defence fleet of Omwat, along the transports, moved quickly towards the planetside, while the warships shifted towards the circular space station that orbited the planet, branded with the emblem of the Galactic Republic.
Transmissions soon flooded all vessels inbound from Omwat, with a handful of Thranta-Corvettes, originating from the Sullust Defence Fleet, moving to intercept any potential enemy ships trailing the flottila. Though armed, and with weapons live, none fixed their targetting arrays upon the republic, or Kopperian ships, as they emerged from the Hyperspace. Instead, each of the coming ships received coordinates to anchor in Lagrage, with inquiries regarding necessity of repairs.
Aola, as the fleet approached Sullust Orbit, initiated a transmission towards the Kopperian Navy.
"This is Jedi Master Aola Cliyerslan Vilbolra. Your intervention has saved thousands, and for that we are in your debt. If any of your ships requires repairs, it would be the least for us to provide. The Admiral has requested a personal meeting with your leader, on the Orbital Station Command, if you would join me."
