The metallic stench of blood taints the recirculated air as Leeadra makes her way through the halls that she has called home for the last few weeks. All around her, clean-up crews do their best to repair what can be repaired, anyone with even a modicum of formal medical training is busy tending to the wounded, and the citizens of Port Ol’val are trying to reclaim what remains of their lives therein. Approaching the end of the hallway, the Pantoran opens the door to a small meeting room on her left. Inside, awaiting her arrival stands Koliss Welcott and five other Arconans that the young Knight has yet to associate names to. With things as hectic as they are, Leeadra can’t imagine how many favors she owes the medic in exchange for organizing this meeting.
“Well. You don’t all have to stand,” she says, taking a seat at the head of the small table in the center of the room.
“Actually, I have to be going. Lots of patients to look after and not nearly enough supplies to go around,” the human informs them.
Leeadra nods in his direction as he excuses himself from the room.
I’ll touch base with you later. Good luck.
Koliss isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to hearing his comrade’s voice in his head.
With a resounding hiss, the door closes once more and the five other Arconans situate themselves, all wondering why they have been brought here. Looking around the room, Leeadra takes stock of the seemingly random assortment of individuals before her. Immediately to her left, a purple skinned Twi’lek twiddles her lekku nervously, avoiding eye contact. Then a Sephi woman with long red hair, her cybernetic hands folded in front of her on the table. Directly across the table sits a Kaleesh, his crimson eyes boring holes straight through her. To the left of the Kaleesh sits an Echani with uniquely black hair. Finally, on her right side sits a young Zeltron woman, no more than eighteen years old, her anxiety permeating the air of the room and making the Pantoran a bit nervous herself. Clearing her throat, the small blue woman gets to her feet and all eyes shift in her direction.
“Alright, let’s get started here. I’m Leeadra Halcyon and, though I don’t really know any of you yet, we’re all going to be getting to know each other quite well in the very near future. I have asked Koliss to assemble a group that he feels would do well for the mission at hand. You are all here to serve a purpose, though you each have your own reasons for agreeing to join us. What I would like, if you would be so kind, is for everyone to introduce themselves one at a time, if only for my sake. If I’m going to be responsible for you all, I’d at least like to know your names.”
The first to stand as Leeadra takes her seat is the Twi’lek, lekku still twiddling mindlessly.
“I’m Tali, and I’m here because I can’t standt to see all this suffering. I’ve lost everything, and I vill never feel at home on this hunk of rock.”
Quietly, Tali takes her seat and the Sephi beside her stands, the act instantly betraying her rather short stature.
“My name is Edema. I’m here because I just need to get off of this karking asteroid. Plus I’m pretty handy with tech. I figure that’ll be useful at some point.”
Before Edema can return to her seat, the Kaleesh was already on his feet, his massive frame dominating the room.
“I’m Rogon Skar Agrona and I’m only here because this seemed a better option than the prison cell I’m sure someone was more than ready to toss me back in.”
Without another word, Rogon sits. Propping his elbows on the table and folding his hands in front of his face, he turns to face the Echani woman, who tucks her dark hair behind her ears as she rises.
“The name’s Juliane, but you can call me Julie, or Jules, or whatever gets your karking hyperdrive sparking. I’m here because the lazerbrains I’ve been running with went and got themselves turned into some red smears on the floor. Was just as well, they were small time amateurs anyway. This sounds way more fun.”
This earns a smirk from Rogon, who returns his glare to the Pantoran seated across from him as the Zeltron stands.
“I’m Maxine,” she stutters, her nervous energy still pulsating through the room, “I’m here because… well, I don’t really know why I’m here, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. Mostly it’s because Koliss asked me to be. I guess he knows something I don’t.”
As Maxine sits back down, Leeadra once more gets up from her chair.
“Thank you. Now that I’m able to put some names to faces, let’s get down to the more important matter at hand. We are all here today because, as Mr. Welcott mentioned, medical supplies are running dangerously low. He has compiled a list of the essential items we need and list of things that aren’t necessarily vital, but would be good to have. He has taken the list to Zujenia, who has promised to talk to Atyiru about allocating the resources, but we don’t exactly have time to wait around for a bureaucratic decision.”
“Some of you,” she says, glancing at the Twi’lek, “are clearly on the same page I am. The suffering has to end. I personally cannot and will not stand by and let another Arconan die while there is something that could be done to prevent it.”
“I know not all of you feel this way.” This time she looks directly at Rogon. “However, everyone here has a talent that will contribute to the success of the mission at hand.”
“We will be taking one of the ships from the port to Morvogodine. There, we will raid one of the medical facilities within the Storm Trooper Training Facility, focusing on collecting the vital supplies needed. It will only be the six of us and as soon as their staff knows what’s happening we either have to take what we have and come back here, or fight our way out. I cannot place enough emphasis on the fact that stealth is the key to this mission. The only ones who know about this are the people you see sitting here and Koliss, which means if somethings goes wrong, nobody is going to be swooping in to save your sorry choobs.”
“We leave early tomorrow morning. Pack your bags and be ready to go. I want to see all your bright smiling faces in the landing hangar by 0300. Now go and get some rest, I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”