Log:Replanting and Planning

Replanting and Planning

OOC Date: April 22 2020
Location: Chandrila
Participants: Septima Carnine, Aras Khan, Ambrosia Greystorm, Jax Greystorm, Sesti Greystorm, Merek, Kasia Ashkuri, Nerys Arda, Tyrus Bodega, Qesteris Uvallian

It is a beautiful early evening in Hanna City and there has been a ton of work going on since the liberation. Many visitors have came and gone through the park. It's actually looking almost like there was only a small explosion here as opposed to a huge ground fight. There have been droids that have been loading big containers that contain the left over guns, broken metal and other things.

Septima has been overseeing most of the heavy moving today, making sure that if anyone is squabbling that it's quickly sorted out. She's dressed in brown pants, brown leather boots and a white tunic. There's been a regrouping for the evening to see about what else the park could use to help with the regrowth.

They normal colorful attire adorned ostentatious beadwork and embroidery is forgone this evening for something far simpler. Aure wears a full legged green pan caught once more at the ankle where sandals adorn her feet. The cropped top in rich coral contrasts her olive skin as she stands off to the side carefully dusting her hands off. Dark hair wound back in a bun and pinned into place is fraying after the day in the park.

She shares soft words with a figure before they depart.

Having spent many hours for many days here at the park assisting with the cleanup, Aras Khan is here today not serving food but continuing to volunteer where he can. He would be wearing a set of cleaner spacer attire, but since he has been volunteering today, everything he is wearing has been smeared or dirtied through the action.

He pauses from the work, looking up to spot Senator Carnine and raises a hand to wave at her. His big blue eyes take a moment to scan the park, wondering if more people he is familliar with are arriving.

He has no talent or stealth, nor creeping about - the fact that as The Aure's clothing is pavonine and ostentatious, her guard Qesteris is drag colored in soft grays countered by bright blue skin and gold flake eyes that turn to points surrounding them all.

He does not speak lest spoken to, walking with a staff in left hand and a sheathed blade on his right hip. A quiet day at least - only the need to resist flicking his tongue remains his enemy for now. A moment is spared to look to Lady Deserra, studious before he is visually scouting for trouble again.

Lord Bodega had made his way into the park to enjoy the sun and help out where he could. It was something to serve the people in public session but it was another to actually get your hands dirty when it came to doing things you'd voted to open up the purse on. Even though it was likely he hadn't voted on anything as of yet, he was still here in normal cloths, helping plant a tree. Currently he was digging up a hole with a manual shovel. Next to him was a sapling, roots bount in a net and ready to be sewn into the ground. Sweat dripped from his brow. He took a moment to wipe it with his forearm, almond eye glancing around.

Nerys was not //that// frequent a visitor to Chandrila, despite evidence to the recent contrary, but she had heard of the efforts being made and it was always a nice thing to do your part. And so, she was, making her way from the ship once it touched down, thankfully without Belate to get under her feet. It was a short enough walk and easy enough to find the hub of activity around which everyone appeared to be gathered.

When Zaya first came to her aunt and uncle's home to bodyguard and nanny their orphaned nephew, he was just a little boy. Now, she treats the five year old Senin more like a little brother than a cousin, and this is evident as she stiff arms him away with a palm firmly planted on his forehead while he playfully tries to get at the chocolate bar she's eating. "You already ate yours," she tells him, remembering to speak basic as they're in public. "It is not my fault you gobbled it down like a rancor on a womprat."

Walking to Zaya's other side, Sesti glances down at Senin and shakes her head. "I would tell you not to be greedy, but I think you want it more just to pester Zaya than anything else." Zaya is her niece, with the same pattern of horns, dark black hair braided back and similar jota tattooed on her forehead and nose. The younger zabrak hasn't earned as many tattooes as Sesti, but she carries herself with the same assurance and probably wields the brace of daggers she wears at her waist with the same ability. Sesti herself wears the blade at her back as always, as if it's a part of her, as is the medpac also slung across her body.

The older Greystorms had been helping clean earlier today, and went back to their ship for dinner and family time. The younger ones who hadn't been out all day managed to wheedle their way into joining the group when they returned later to help replant the craters.

Jax had fallen behind Sesti, Zaya, and Senin. Perhaps he was being a last line of defense if his Nephew decides to run or perhaps he had a feeling to be on the look out for something else. Though walks along casually keeping an eye out. Though as he watchs Senin trying to harass Sesti's little cousin he chuckles. "That kid is definitely Wedge's son." He muses to himself.

Septima gives a look up when one of the people she was talking to leaves and there's a wave to Aras, "Senator, you're keeping busy." she smiles to that. Then there is a look to the others that have been around and helping with things. It warmed her heart, "Food should be ready shortly for people that want it!" she calls out. Now, she wasn't a Lady, but she at least didn't scream out other things.

"You can relax here, Qesteris. We are among friends with no need to worry. I would suggest you take some time to enjoy what is happening here and make friends as well," Aure remarks. The representative offering a smile towards Septima when she informs about the food. Another dusting of her hands togehter to unsettle the lingering dirt caught against her palm.

"Lighten up and smile. I know you can." This she offers to Qesteris as she nods to those they pass on their way towards Aras. "Senator, always good to see you."

Aras Khan smiles towards Septima and nods once to her. "Indeed. From flying in star fighters, to helping with the cleanup of your world, it keeps a person very busy." he chuckles and shrugs, "Besides, it keeps me from worrying how I'll hold up once the Senate gets going proper." he turns his blue eyes first to Aure as she speaks to him, and then the head follows suit. "Hello Miss Deserra, it is good to see you as well. Come to offer some assistance, or just strolling through the park?"

"Among friends is where I would kill you if I were an assassin... My Lady." A looks is given to the comment amount smiling and the ugly rumors she's trying to spread about him. Absolutely horrible. Smile. Stuff and nonsense.

He does give a small half-smirk at the demand though, and now a raised brow when he spies the children, or midget assassins in excellent disguise, the Greystorms... and Senator Khan not using proper titles.

What is wrong with this place?

Lord Bodega takes this moment to walk over and grab a bottle of water. He unscrews the capt and pours the contents into his mouth. A rest was in order, being an older man. He still had most of his strength left but he was no longer in his twenties... or thirties... or, "Dman." He looks over to the small group forming, riaing his hand in greeting to them as the come into the area.

Sesti looks back at her husband and smiles fondly with a nod. "That is good." She hears the call for food, and perks up.

"Aunt Sesti! You just ate!" Zaya tells her. "You do not need to eat again!"

"Not yet," Sesti replies. "But it will not be long. Now I know why mother ate everything in sight when she was pregnant with my little brothers."

Meanwhile, Wedge's son has found something else to distract him from the chocolate being firmly kept out of his reach. A blue person with gold eyes. Not that he hasn't seen aliens before, but, it doesn't make them any less interesting. He breaks off from the stiff arm, nearly unsettling his older cousin and dances through the adults making a bee line towards Qesteris. The mini assassin is intent on make a new friend.

Nerys meandered her way trough the milling crowd, asking unashamedly for the person who was supposed to be in charge. She did note a few familiar faces, and raised a hand in greeting to the Greystorms, before finally managing to make it to Septima, "Senator. I hear you are in need of hands. I have two. I left the droid at home, as he's no hands and is completely useless."

Does General Greystorm have a green thumb? No. She has a...red one? She's part of the reason these gardens are needing a ronto-sized hit of TLC in the first place. I mean...mostly it was the tanks and the Starfighters, though.

Ambrosia is stomping across the grounds at a pace much too brisk to appreciate the improvements made thus far. She is on a mission. Eyes sweeping. Hunting a Senator. From the looks of her, the oldEST Greystorm has been engaged in more rigorous activity than just this power walk. There's a certain flush about her features, a look of strain fixing her facial muscles into a perpetual, not-quite frown. But almost.

YOu know who doesn't like titles but could be a total assassin? Jax. He could totes do it. He may indeed to be intent of doing just that as he's taking off at a run towards Aure (and Qesteris.) He is not chasing down his young charge before causing an intergalatic incident. He goes sprinting past Zaya and Sesti, "On it." He calls out. "Senin, get back here!" Qesteris that was totally a coded cry of 'Death to all Senators! Sic semper tyrannis!' He's on his own mission to catch the boy.

"It is a good thing." Septima offers with a warm smile to her Mon Cal friend. Then she's settling down a small pallet of flowers and there's a look over everyone that's here, "Thank you all for all of the work that you've done for us so far. It is appreciated. I wish we could do a lot more than feed people, but hopefully we'll get there sooner than later." she states.

The sight of children makes her smiles...but then there's is a briskly walking Ambrosia and the woman starts looking around for a bush to hide behind. Or maybe she's just looking at other things, who knew?!

"Well aren't you just a spot of joy amidst a sea of celebration," Aure remarks to Qesteris with a side eye at him. "Remind me to hire you on as my date to the next event, I am sure it will be thrilling," she murmurs and then turns her attention to Aras. "Of course. It would be my honor to help see Chandrila retored. If these hands can help," she says and spreads the dusty olive before glances up at Septima. The Aurean representative lifts her chin and then follows her gaze towards Amber.

A thoughtful sound is made but she lets her attention shift over those present.

Aras Khan smiles warmly and watches Septima's rapid position change before looking back to Aure. "There are not a pair of hands incapable of help, one simply needs to choose to apply them." he gestures to the park, "Contribute where you see fit, we are cleaning, planting, and soon to be eating." the Mon Cal states to the other SENATOR, because that is clearly the term he uses for people in office. "It has been refreshing to see everyone contributing when they can."

People running at them, tiny and adult... Qesteris is too consumed by his NEED to make sure Aure is fine with the Senator that he does not yet see the dastardly duo dashing deviously directly down in matched mercurial mountebank movements! Egads evil edges ever encircling our beautiful blue bulwark!

He doesn't see them.

He had one job.

As Amber makes her way into the park, she catches old Lord Bodega's eye. "Well, I'll be..." He says softly to himself, before taking his sweaty self on over towards he Military General. "Well, well, well. I thought I saw a real woman walk in." He offers with a 'charming' smile. He's not an ugly man, but he is definatly more Amber's age, well into his 50's. "Lord Tyrius Bodega, at your service. Drikish Representative. You must be General Greystorm." He pulls off a glove he had been wearing.

Despite his uncle being hot on his heels, Jax has the impediment of having to actually go around the adults on the way, while Senin merely slips between without hardly brushing any of them. He comes skidding to a stop next to Qesteris and waves up at him. "Volks! Shu fej sharee?" he asks, then he switches over to basic. "Hello! Who are you?"

Seeing that her husband on the tail of their nephew, Sesti lays her hand on Zaya's arm so that her niece doesn't need to chase after. The hand on Zaya's arm tightens a little and she tugs to get her niece's attention, then nods in the direction of General Greystorm stalking across the park. "Should we go see who needs to be rescued this time?" she asks. The two zabrak women consider, then square their shoulders and pick up their pace a little more briskly to calculate an intercept course.

Nerys, being in a holding pattern was a fine target for one of the many workers who was organizing the work being done, and she soon found herself being tugged away to go and work on placing supports on some of the trees whose roots had been damaged, but were still viable. She manages to miss the missile children, so that was a bonus and was soon press ganged into service.

Jax makes his way to Senin, wrapping his arms around the boy. "Hey Lizard Monkey, what did I tell you about running off without permission?" He looks up at at Qesterius, "I'm sorry to bother you." He offers a nod both to Aure and Qesteris. Unfortantely Jax was kind of lasered focus and ingonring everyone else at the moment.

The rescue party has launched too late to save Lord Tyrius Bodega from stepping into the crosshairs of General Greystorm. Ice Queen Aderanne, as per the alias 30 years ago. But honestly? The sudden interruption was unexpected, jarring enough that it disrupted her fixation on that fleeting glimpse of Senator Carnine.

So she stares. Delay of social response ending in three...two....

"Drik," the flinty stare morphs into something more congenial, the right side of her mouth quirking upward moreso than the left. Like maybe the left has some musclular or nerve damage barring the smile from completion. She accepts the hand in a firm shake. Calloused hands. "You've an interesting King, Lord Bodega," she glances past him beiefly but returns the attention. "Enjoying the dirt, are you?" a side nod to one of those bins full of scrap. "Was a big mess."

Merek's been in the place for a bit, assisting with planting the flowers. The man wears a bright golden with a little bit of that dark attire. The man begins to place a few of the flowers which he brought into the garden while he smiles.

Septima got distracted by a tall man with longish black hair that is greying in a dignified way. He's wearing something toned down, but, he screamed security really. She gives a nod to him and then he heads off to where he was originally. "I'm sorry about that. I completely lost where I was." she tells those around her. She wasn't doing a very good job of hosting and well, she didn't like that. "Everyone, get something to eat if you haven't already. I had a question of the representatives and our other Senators when we are all settled." she states.

"That is the intention, yes. I got my hands dirty a little already but waiting to see if there shall be a wish for us to move on elsewhere," Aure remarks to Aras, her smile growing as she turns her head and pauses, blinking a few times as the small humanoids startle her guard.

A chuckle leaves her lips. "Making friends already, Qesteris, good on you." Bemused at the circumstances Aure bends down look at the younger before glancing up at Jax. "Good day to you as well. Aure Deserra..." she says, offering the small cadre of Greystorms a nod.

Weird language! Child yelling! DON'T STAB. OR SMACK... Don't... Smack. Qesteris does his best to sedately turn to the voice and not turn a darker shade of blue when The Aure suggests he be taken as her date to a future functions. He sniffs clears his throat and looks to Jax with a bow of his head and a wink. Then the blue skinned man bends like water around a hairpin to rest on his hunkers and look the child in the eye... and legitimately smiles.

"Well hello there, little one. I'm Qesteris - I'm no one important." reaching a hand to offer to shake the boy's, "But you appear to be a mighty lord, who am I making the acquaintance of?"

"Interesting is a word we can use to describe his Majesty, yes." Tyruis says with a nod, laughing as he converses with Amber. He doesn't seem scared of her, at least not yet. "I heard it was you and him along with some others who wrecked this place up. For good reason of course. Quite a job you gave us." There is a shrug as dinner is called, his brown eyes looking towards the serving table with a twinkle. "I don't mind working in the dirt. I've a guarden back on Drik I spend the summers in. At least, when the Senate isn't in session." He looks back to Amber, "Care for some food, General?" A charming smile for the Ice Queen.

Nerys's voice which was warm and bright, was also cheerful, as she joined the team working at the supports, many hands soon making light work, as they say. And they did manage to finish the job, if only just, before the call came to make their way towards the food which had been set out. Not having worked, really at all, and certainly not enough to have an appetite for doing more than picking at anything on her plate, Nerys left the food for those who might better appreciate it, heading instead to pinch a bottle of water.

"Oh wonderful, food is ready." Khan offers a polite wave to Senator Deserra, "Please enjoy yourself, I am famished and would very much enjoy something to eat. If you will excuse me." he smiles and steps away from the conversation towards the food, looking for something that might stand out amongst the options.

"I am Senin Greystorm," the boy says, then he tilts his head as he seems to think. "Well, really I'm Kort Greystorm, but Kort is my grandpa's name, too. So they call me by my middle name so they don't get confused." He presses his lips together in a very grown up way. "'Cept my uncle. He calls me Monkey Lizard. My aunt told me that he got 'ectroh-cooted by a Monkey Lizard with a prod once. Sometimes I wonder if that means I'm s'posed to find an electric prod and zap him..." He leans in closer to his new friend. "What do you think, Qest'ris?"

For her part, Sesti just stops and looks at Amber when she actually appears to be making nice with the man who dared to interrupt her progress towards her quarry. It gives the zabraks a little more time to reach Senator Carnine first. "Hello, Senator," Sesti greets as they wait for the others to assemble at the food. "I would like to present my neice, Zaya. She and my nephew, Senin, live with us. Senin," she gives a tilt of her head towards the boy and Qesteris, "is doing his own bit of diplomacy this evening."

The park is lovely and that calls for a walk, and the fact that there are a good many people here is a happy coincidence for Kasia. Faces that are familiar and unfamiliar alike are smiled at as she strolls along the path, looking as fancy as she ever does. Truth told this sort of look blends in a lot more on this world than it ever has on Nar Shaddaa, which is a nice change from what she's used to.

Jax nods his head to Aure Deserra and offers his hand. He though keeps a glance on his nephew and Qesterius. "I'm Jax. Jax Greystorm, Husband of the Iridonian Represenative." He points to Sesti. "I'm sorry that we interrupted you." Jax laughs, "I'm sure she still find that funny." He shakes hi s head. Then seeing his Mother, Jax smiles. "Senin, look it's your Granny Grump. She ussually has a chocobar in her left front jacket pocket. It may be mushy but it's still good."

As Qesteris relates to the little one, Aure straightens and glances to Aras, "Enjoy the food, Senator," she bids him easily, giving the poor Squataman a reprieve from the light jesting she's been giving him. As Jax offers his hand she steps forward and sets her right in his. Her grip firms as she shakes it. "There is no interruption at all, this is good for Qesteris honestly. Anything that moves ..even if it does not breathe is a threat. I think he honestly could relax if you want to lend me this lovely child?" She chuckles and releases his hand. "Aure Deserra, representative of Aurea. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Tyrius talks, Tyrius laughs, and Ambrosia's gaze goes roaming on a second, more leisurely assessment of Drik's Sssssenator(??). They take into account the beard, the clothes, the map of time etched into his face. It's a tactical study.

Whatever's being calculated or determinations made, it puts a little gleam in her formerly indifferent eyes. Just one blink though and the intensity's gone, smoothed over into polite neutrality that's reserved for mingling with the diplomatic sort. When she's keen to hide what she really thinks, anyway.

"Food, yes." She nods, motioning a hand in that direction. "I confess I'm not certain I've eaten today." Sadly, not a lie. "D'qar had quite an admirable beauty to its greenery...our base there. Didn't see the likes of it for quite some time, until General Organa constructed our lovely nook in the Ajara system. Didn't fancy I'd ever miss seeing a tree, but..." she wags her head to the side and presses lips together into aomething that resembles a smile. Directing it squarely ahead to where her progeny have gathered. I see you see me.

Among the familiar faces that Kasia spots, it's Ambrosia that she turns toward, slowly making her way in the intimidating woman's direction at a leisurely pace. It's not until she's neared that she smiles at Amber, inclining her head both to her, and to Tyrius, who appears to be nearby.

Merek looks to be content with managing the flowers, while he looks to the people wanting to speak with Septima. He doesn't look like he wants to, he looks like he wants to plant, then he looks to the Senator, "Ah, might I be a gardener when I'm free? You know, come and work on the park with my free time?" he asks.

Septima gives a smile at the children that are around and then she looks to Sesti and there's a smile, "Sesti, it is good to see you." she dips her head to the woman. "I take it things are well?" she asks. Then she's getting introduced to the kids and she crouches down, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Septima." she offers in greeting to them. "I think they cooked up some desserts as a treat for people if your Aunt is alright with you guys having some." she tells them.

Then she's standing back up, "I wanted to ask if the Representatives and Senators had native plants to their world that they would like us to plant in the gardens here and around the city. I wanted to show little ways of the reunification and thought it might be a good way." she looks to those that are representatives and senators. She gives a look to Merek and there's a bit of a smile, "I do not own the park, so, you are free to do whatever you like with their permission. I'm sure they won't mind the extra help." she admits.

"Oh, most certainly. You should track down a prod and zap him until he can be zapped no longer. And then zap one more time to be certain." Qesteris nods gravely to the young man. "Now would you like to meet the most beautiful woman on my entire planet Master Kort, of House Greystorm? I should think a princely figure as yourself would finally be a young man fitting to escort her about, mmm?" eyes creasing at the corners as he addresses the young man, until Jax addresses him, looking up to the man,

"It is no bother at all, Lord Graystorm." and then Aure is there, speaking of him and then to Senin. Qesteris takes his best option then, leaning and whispering to the child, "See what I mean? Most beautiful of my world."

"I know how that goes, I'll be working on a proposal or something and well... you just loose track of time and if you stop, you might never start up again." Lord Bodega says, not seemingly have noticed the dress down the General had given him with her eyes... or did he? He'll never tell. Instead, a coy smile appears on his lips, white teeth showing. His brown eyes become soft, sparkling just a bit. "Drik has Lavander trees, did you know? The most brilliant shades of blue and purples. You should come see sometime. Though, I'm sure there are other worlds with them as well." The Drikish Representative would have offered his arm and took the General towards the food, but Kasia is upon them. He smile to the fetching woman, "Good day, Ma'am." A nod in greeting to her. He's got some dirt smudged on his nose and cheek, his olive skin damp with sweat from working outside.

The Drikish Rep turns towards Septima as she asks, raising his brows. "Well I'll be, I was just telling the General about our Lavender Trees, I'll have a few sent over to be transplanted. No problem."

It was a rest, and a good one, for those who needed it. For Nerys, it was simply a short while to get to know new people and to learn new faces. But rest, no matter how well earned did not last forever, and she was soon back on her feet, tucking her half full bottle into one of the straps of her backpack as her small team headed back to return to their work in and amongst the trees.

Sesti nods in answer to the question, "quite well, thank you."

Zaya waits while Septime talks to Senin, and when she stands again, smiles and gives a slight bow of her head. "Thank you, we have just eaten, though. I am fine. It /is/ a pleasure to meet you." She looks to her aunt, then back. "We only have small plants on the ship, but I think they are thinning the grove behind the Gath compound soon. Maybe we could ask them to send a couple of trees, Aunt Sesti?" she suggests.

Septima tries to distract him with dessert, Jax tries to distract him with Granny Greystorm and chocolate, but nothing is going to tear Senin away from this new man who speaks on his level. He turns, drawing himself up as tall as he can muster and trying to shrug out of Jax's arm so that he can offer up his hand properly to Aure. He nods solemnly to Qesteris. "She is very beautiful," he agrees.

Catching herself as she feels the sensation of being watched, Aure turns her head from Jax to look at two sets of eyes. One smaller and the other yellow as they look at her. A smile pulls at her lips, warming her features as she lifts a hand and waves to the young boy and then gives Qesteris a raised brow. Bemused. She turns her attention to Jax. "I feel like they are plotting something. I had no idea my guard would be taken so readily by children. Though I suppose I am not surprised either."

She tilts her head to gaze up towards Septima. A nod given. "It would seem we will need to find something that will thrive here as well as the desert."

Jax nods, "Indeed. It seems they are discussing your beauty and my demise." He says looking at the boy for a moment. Then shakes his head head. "Don't wonder off." He grins, "Kids are fun so yeah I could see more people enjoying what wild things they come up with especially if you're not responsible for them."

Trees, Lavander trees, purple, purple's a shit color, coincidentally the same as her face by the time she left her command post in the brig earlier today. Is it hot out here? The General takes advantage of this momentarily one-sided chat to shrug out of her jacket. The removal of dark beige leather reveals...lighter beige. As androgenous as it gets, this uniform. A complete 180 from the gown she mopped the dancefloor with during post-battle victory celebration.

"Ah, Mrs. Ashkuri!" Did that throaty purr just emit from Ambrosia's mouth with less murdery undertones than usual? It did! Is she smiling? She IS. Is she smile too hard? Maybe. Eye contact locks and lingers with Kasia's a little too long, like it's trying to convey aomething her face won't let her say. Greystorm Sr spends too much time on the mats, so...maybe she suffered a knock on the brain? It just isn't natural. This cordial dip of her chin. Such grace. "Might I introduce you to Lord Tyrius Bodega of /Drik/! He's quite the gardener. Also hungry. Are you? I am." Okay, so the facade couldn't quite hold its perfection through to the ending note, but somthing in that spread smells like it deserves to be gnashed between teeth right now. A glance moves that way, mostly to scan the sedentary crowd containing other Greystorms. And the little one.

It's nice to know she won't be the least behaved here.