JoeBlue

Confession and Acceptance The New Republic has been busy of late. The Imperials still found ways to be a threat, despite being fragmented, thus keeping the New Republic's starfighter corps and navy on the move and at the ready. But the need to refuel and resupply is a constant need for such force, there were many stations and worlds who's task is to keep the ships and personnel in top shape. At one of these stations, a lone figure sat at a bench looking off at one of the ships being resupplied. She sat in her green beskar'gam, helmet on the bench beside her, as her mind raced. How would her family react to this news? Would they hate her? Has she betrayed them because of whom the person she wanted to tell them about used to be with an Inquisitor? What would she do if she no longer had her family's support? While she was lost in her thoughts, another woman wearing blue beskar'gam walked towards the bench. She stopped not to far from bench and took her off her helmet. A bemused

Realization The skylanes of Coruscant were always busy, no matter the time of day. Even while the Clone War raged, they remained a constant and steady sight. But this night wasn't a normal night. Tonight, the Republic was playing host to show support of many of the most powerful systems that have remained neutral in the conflict. One skycar making it's way to where this gathering was taking place contained two officers of Grand Army of the Republic and the ARC trooper assigned to them. General and Jedi Knight Joseph Blue sat looking over a datapad that contained the representatives of the Neutral systems currently attending the gathering. Besides him, looking out into the skylanes of the Capitol of the Republic, sat Sarah Neilson in her blue beskar'gam. One of the few Mandalorians serving on the Republic side of the war, she had been serving as Joe's second in command since the war began. Though she had her helmet off and on the seat between her and Joe, Sarah had her hair up in a

Winter Fun Another winter has arrived on Concordia and with it the first of many days of snowfall. While a hindrance for many, for Clan Gotevaar'la, it was a time to let their children play. Aira-ty, alor of the clan, couldn't help but smile over the various activities. Between the snow people and angels to the sledding, the sounds of happiness and joy could be heard as she looked on. One thing that caught her eye was seeing one of her nieces on a small hill with two men that looked identical, besides the scars on their faces. She wasn't watching them, but had her attention on something else. “Mommy!” Aira-ty turned, her curiosity of what her niece was watching was momentary forgotten as her youngest daughter, Ay-lana, came running up to her. She turned and scooped the little girl into arms, with a turn to have her daughter squeal in joy and have a fit of giggles. “Got you, Ay'ika.” Aira-ty said smiling, as she brought her daughter close. “I thought you were with your

“Welcome to the Squadron, Eleven” After Report When Quinn finally regained consciousness, she was first surprised she even woke up. That last attack the Inquisitor hit her with hurt like nothing else. She thought she was going to die before she passed out. Her second surprise was the lack of pain. While she did feel awful, she had felt much worse before. She even noticed there was a hole that went through her flak vest and flight suit. So why was she relatively ok? Her third surprise was where she was. She was in the Tear's infirmary and she wasn't alone. Her daughter, Orchid was sleeping besides her. Head resting under her arms, as she leaned on the bed Quinn was laying on. Quinn couldn't help but smile, as she carefully ruffled Orchid's hair. It had been quite the day. The soft sounds of a conversation diverted Quinn's attention from her daughter to the other side of the room. On one of the other beds sat Serina, newest member of Goldsaber, looking how Quinn should be feeling.