Falin shifted at the sounds of the soldier's pained screams. There really wasn't much she could do for them. Sighing she looked at her hands, a faint aura appearing around them. I could possibly block their minds from the pain . . . but I doubt they'd even let me near them.

Qodra'ath stared at the wounded soldiers and snorts in disgust. Fools. They fight for a galaxy that will never exist. This is why I gave up fighting.

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Vulen sighs a bit.

"Fools, the lot of them. They fight for reasons they do not understand."

'Ah. One who agrees with me. Rare these days. Governments seem to love war.'

(( Why is it in bold? ))

Vultuzmaar
(check Meunajé's rp guide)

(( It's merely that: A guideline. They are not set rules. ))

We enter the room where the jedi are gathered

"Good day to you, jedi."

His hand was instinctively hovering over his lightsaber

(( Veyd, why is the Senate involved in a military affair at all? I also have no idea how politics works, so... Someone else, maybe? ))

"Why politicians get involved in a soldier's duty, I'll never know... And the reason we fight, Jedi, is for the same reason you fight Sith: To defend what we love." Jorrya storms ahead of the group, meeting up with the escort of the alien subject.

The small room in the medical ward was plain, bland. Clean, white walls, ceiling, and the dull grey floor gave the room a sterile feel. There were no windows to offer a view of either the outside world or any other rooms. The closed door added to the sense of being trapped. The smell from whatever had been used to clean the room was overpowering for the sensitive Bosmer. Trapped. Alone. Nothing more than some kind of oddity.

What am I supposed to do? Can't really run or fight. Can't even ask where I am!

Lokonikah

(( Veyd, why is the Senate involved in a military affair at all? I also have no idea how politics works, so... Someone else, maybe? ))

"Why politicians get involved in a soldier's duty, I'll never know... And the reason we fight, Jedi, is for the same reason you fight Sith: To defend what we love." Jorrya storms ahead of the group, meeting up with the escort of the alien subject.

(The senate would have too make an agreement on the course of actions for the republic but I don't think their dicissions will stop you guy :)

Veyd Sahvoz

(The senate would have too make an agreement on the course of actions for the republic but I don't think their dicissions will stop you guy :)

(( Well, I can only control soldiers, etc. Everything else, I fail at. ))

Ahkrinfeynvokun

The small room in the medical ward was plain, bland. Clean, white walls, ceiling, and the dull grey floor gave the room a sterile feel. There were no windows to offer a view of either the outside world or any other rooms. The closed door added to the sense of being trapped. The smell from whatever had been used to clean the room was overpowering for the sensitive Bosmer. Trapped. Alone. Nothing more than some kind of oddity.

What am I supposed to do? Can't really run or fight. Can't even ask where I am!

2 Medical droids hovered in and came up to Falin, trying too take blood samples from Falin but she wouldn't keep still. A human lady came in with a datapad "Can you please hold still miss? We would like to take a blood sample" said the lady.