A beacon of light [Army of Light - Meet-Up]

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan smiled and looked at her again before speaking in the same cheerful voice and tone he used earlier. "Go along and have fun Miss Carliah, you delivered what i need and theres no need for you to remain nearby." He looked at @[member="Aditya Amadis"] "Show my assistant what a party is like, i think its a lesson she needs to learn." His eyes now drifted to @[member="Kei Amadis"], speaking lightly. "This was a pleasant surprise Mister Amadis, i had not expected to learn of your news when i came here. Congratulations." @[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen kindly petted the dog raised an eyebrow at the growl before turning his attention back to Felix. "Don't be so sure." He watched the dog trot off before looking back at @[member="Felix Emer"]. "I was raised by Amarans. Some of the best beast tamer's in the galaxy. Sometimes i spoke to the animals just to pass the time, and with that dog's intelligence, it's fairly easy for me to understand him as well." As he spoke, Vulpesen's smile grew a bit bigger. Felix was the first true beast charmer he had met since he left his home world, and it delighted him to see another with similar talents. "I'll take it you're rather proficient int he beast tame ability."

 

[Felix Emer]

"I stumbled upon it by accident as a kid, ever since then I've honed the skill. Nice to meet somebody who can understand and not think I'm crazy." Felix said with a nod to @[member="Vulpesen"] "I found Max abandoned in a box in an alley way and since then he's never left my side... well... you know." he chuckled as he watched Max trot around after Aditya

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Carliah whimpered slightly as she let go of Yusan's sleeve. She was scared. She didn't know any of these people and Yusan was the only one she felt safe with.@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Alan]

Tracyn stared at Carn, leaning back in the seat. He stared at him for longer than any normal person should, but everyone in the room wasn't exactly normal. Even by Jedi standards. He picked up his lightsaber hilt, resting it across his knees, both hands on the hilt."The only way anyone, ever gets this, is prying it from my cold, dead, hands."He said with a sneer, his eyes never once leaving Carn's. He was vicious, and he meant the words that he said. It was undoubtedly obvious to any of those in the vicinity that something was off with Tracyn, and that was saying something significant."And I would advise against making an entire hangar full of people who don't agree with you upset by borderline attacking them. It's a hug."Tracyn would have been honest before, but he was blunt and downright rude now. Something was afoot with him, something evil.

Tracyn's facial muscles twitched in suppressed rage, as Tracyn was starting to lose the battle over his soul and his mind.

@[member="Carn Dista"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen looked over at Tacyn, instantly noticing his instability. It was something he himself held in a lesser quality. It had appeared during hard battles, and such a terrible state was to be wished on no one. He walked over and placed his hand on @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]'s shoulder. As he did so, Vulpesen allowed his force energy to send out a calming affect to his friend. "Tracyn, perhaps you need a drink. May I suggest taking a quick trip to the refreshments? There are some wonderful foods and ales back at the table." His voice was even and friendly, though it also held something that was more than a suggestion. Tracyn needed to cool down, and Vulpesen was doing his best to offer his friend a way out.

 

[Manu Xextos]

"Max, is that his. . . Max is awesome, dude. He's got the right idea." Manu nodded at how the dog was chasing at @[member="Aditya Amadis"]' heels, never far away from saving her from a potential few minutes without petting him. Manu motioned a pair of Echani to Aditya's tail and a squad of Echani to spread into the merrying crowd, tension was building and this source was in Manu's mind justified. He leaned against @[member="Taiden Keth"], for a brief moment out of breath. The room dimmed, his skin briefly becoming translucent. He blinked his heavy eyes and stared at his hands. Normal.

The ocean current around him shifted and swirled toward @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] and @[member="Vulpesen"]. He motioned a second squad of Echani to follow him and pulled the Light into his bones. An imposing seven foot Jedi Knight walked briskly up to @[member="Carn Dista"] and @[member="Tracyn Ordo"].

"I didn't stay locked in battle with Sith for four hundred years to see a man put rules where there are none. You think yourself Traditional, the lack of Jedi marriages was folly and corrected. Do not speak on ignorant foundations. Ordo's right. It was a hug. Let us treat @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] as we see fit. Leave. Now. Echani, follow General Amadis' orders. Escort the Master out."

To @[member="Carn Dista"]'s mind Manu projected his telepathic gifts. 'Ordo's mind is breaking. You are causing more fracture than repair. Leave and let healers handle this. I will do what must be done.' The Echani acted immediately to Manu's orders, a nodding salute to the progenitor of the Royal House. Manu's attention turned to @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] and @[member="Vulpesen"].

"@[member="Sera Inkari"], bring some drinks to our friend here, please." Manu bent low on his haunches, for all his height making to look up at Tracyn. An air of healing swirled around them, any small cuts or scrapes, or infections being drawn out and away from Tracyn. "You're going to need your lightsaber, Tracyn. . . Tracyn! Follow the sound of my voice. I am Jedi, I am healer, and I also carry a fragment of the Sith Truth in my body. I understand its weight on the soul. Its power is cruel and taints, forces us to consider no other way but violence. You and I, we will overcome. Look at me, I am no threat. Let me in so I can best treat you, and with treatment comes later the pitch into battle you so crave."

A wash of illuminant joy filled the hangar bay, as Manu's Aura of Peace concentrated its forgiving light at @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]. The peace was powerful and consuming, a river in which a weary mind could rest without fear of drowning or danger. Should Tracyn accept the mental gift, it would become both soothing balm and discerning presence to bring their Knight-Brother to a easing up, a moment of clarity in which he could help decide his own fate of treatment. As Manu's force powers worked, a glow came to his skin, attuning to any crystals in the room with a likeness of spirit.

 

[Carn Dista]

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
"Be careful with your words, Tracyn Ordo, for such bold statements have a habit of being remembered, long after the party who has spoken them has forgotten of their existence." The Jedi Master paused for a moment, and then smiled warmly. "If that is your decision then. I will ensure that your standpoint goes down on record. One day, should you return to the Order to face your actions, then we will speak again. I advise you caution though - Upon my return I will see that you have rightfully earned yourself the moniker of a Rogue Jedi. Should you interfere with Order business until the Council has dealt with you, then you may just find your previous words to ring true. And no. Before you twist that into a perceived threat, it is merely a word of warning. A cautionary tale.
May the Force guide you back to the path of the Light, Tracyn Ordo. And may the rest of you, who step away from the Order be watched over by the Force."

And with that, Carn inclined his head. Yet rather than allow them some time to potentially jeer, curse, or spout insult at the Jedi Master, he merely began to raise his hands. He closed his eyes in a solemn manner, and began to inhale slowly through his nose. The Force began to dance about the fingertips of his raised hands, as though they were conduits to it's infinite forms. And then, when Carn sensed that he was prepared, and focused enough, he brought his hands swiftly together in a clapping motion. As his palms touched, there exuded a loud snapping motion, not dissimilar to how a whip might sound against the back of some unfortunate in the outer rim. Yet also as they touched, so did Carn let loose with the Force energy that had gathered around his hands, creating a Force Flash - An unnatural and sudden bright light that burst forth from his body, temporarily obscuring the vision of all those that were around him at the time.

The effects of Carn's sudden Force usage effects lasted mere moments, for once the gathered beings eyes had re-adjusted to the natural light of the area they were in, their sight returned to them as though nothing had happened whatsoever. The only thing they were left with was the confusion of the aftermath, and an empty space where Carn once stood, making it appear for all intents and purposes that he had disappeared into the flash of blinding light.

The truth of the matter however, was much more simplistic - Carn had merely walked out of the area whilst nobody could see.
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[It's been fun, and as I said, the moment I got the reply from Tracyn, Carn would leave the thread, one way or another. If anyone is confused as to what just happened to them, imagine being in a room, when suddenly out of nowhere an incredibly high-visibility torch is shined right into your eye, and taken away again as quickly as it came. While you can't see for a moment, it clears up incredibly quickly, and just leaves you feeling confused as to what the hell happened.]
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[Felix Emer]

Hearing a few cries of shock around him Felix hit the deck. If something was headed his way, he wasn't going to stay there. Max's ears perked up and he circled around to see @[member="Carn Dista"] make his exit out the door, being low enough to the ground to see him. Without hesitation he bounded after Carn barking and growling. As the door slammed shut he turned around expecting praise for his bravery and intelligence. He sat at the door and barked, wagging his tail.

 

[Alan]

The peacefulness that was trying to be poured into Tracyn was shoved away like a platter of cheese to a lactose intolerant. He held his head, trying to drown out the voices and the screaming. People he had killed before came up and touched him, and one even shoved him, and he actually reacted like he had actually been shoved. He let out a snarl, turning around and placing a finger in Manu's face."Carn's right...this...this...isn't...me."He began to grit his teeth, throwing his hands to the wall, creating a dent with his might. The poison was taking control of him, leading him away from the light. Monsters and demons and ghosts and ghouls began to swirl around his mind, nightmarish hallucinations with no place in reality. Ghosts of dead soldiers rattled their chains of life and held their bleeding and broken necks.
The blinding night caused a wail of pain from Tracyn, as his eyes were now being adjusted to a darkness that matched the evil within him, that had been brewing for far too long. He stumbled out of the hangar, holding his stomach, and he threw up."I'm not...a monster.."He said to himself, pondering on Carn's words. He was right, this wasn't the Jedi way. Tracyn wasn't a traitor, he wasn't bloodthirsty. This wasn't him. He was a better man than to go out and serve only his own gain and pretend to be doing the galaxy a favor. This army, this bundle of misfits and anger, would only create more problems than it could solve. He held onto the wall, as he stumbled towards his ship. He slowly opened the hatch, and fell into the seat. He input the coordinates, but managed to switch it to verbal commands instead.

"Take me...take me home."He said, leaning forward in the seat, holding his head. Carn was right. He would always be right, they were like children or angry protesters that acquired weaponry, no good would come from it. Because if you tried to put out darkness with fire, the darkness would be gone, but you'd now have to face the fire. Tracyn wasn't a monster, he needed help. And he knew it, and he didn't need the screaming dead in his ear to tell him that.

@[member="Carn Dista"] @[member="Manu Xextos"] @[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vexander Graves]

Vexander glanced briefly at the tension in the room. From his point of view, the Master was not being very Jedi-like, just like the others who were allowing their feelings to get the best of them. Although, they were all hitting sensitive points from one another, and Vex's weakness was not being brought to the conversation.

Still, he saved his own thoughts about the "sentence" the Master was casting before hand... a sentence that was being delivered without any crime and without the decision from the rest of the Council.

The young man, was really inexperienced in the ways of the Force, but he knew a lot about history from the Jedi archives, holocrons and records of the Order... he knew that the original Army of Light fought hard and in the end were welcomed once again into the Order... but they stayed true to the light.

A blinding light could be seen across the room... and in the blink of an eye, the Jedi Master was gone. Perhaps some of his words were true, but he was wrong about one thing: being part of the Army of Light didn't mean that he would quit the Jedi Order or his training.

That is what I have to do... thought the man as he took a sip from the corellian whiskey. Without really looking at anyone in particular he just did a small comment "Well... wasn't that a lot of drama?" It was too late to place further comments about what they had to do or about the purpose of the Army... and as usual, it was better for him to just remain quiet about the subject. Instead, he just continued to remain there for some time while everyone shared conversations and drinks...

 

[Cambria Zadira]

In Natol'ine's aura, Cambria could sense that the young woman was in much physical discomfort, though she was trying to do a good job at covering it with the use of the Force. "Sometime if you'd like, @[member="Natol'ine"], I could teach you how to better alleviate the pain you're feeling. I learned some new techniques from Master Soros when I was on a medical aid mission with him providing security. He gave me a healing crystal before we parted ways, but thank the Force I have not personally had to utilize it as of yet," she offered, then took a glass of juice as the refreshment tray was brought around, nodding a thanks to the server.

The Twi'lek Knight had just taken her first sip of the sweet amber fluid when there was a loud clap and a bright flash of light. It dazed Cam for a moment, then the Guardian noticed Master Dista was no longer anywhere in the hangar. He had simply disappeared. She waited silently to find out what the repercussions of him leaving so abruptly would be on the group present. There was one thing evident though, the tension had palpably lessened.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

A lot transpired in the few moments between her excusing herself to get a drink (something to keep her hands occupied with) and her last sip.

With everyone had been talking, Kiskla's stomach was becoming clenched. If she knew Kei, he was an honourable soldier. But he was a soldier. He just happened to have control over The Force. Although @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] brought up some fair points, she was still worried. He spoke of the Republic being docile. What his soldier mind didn't realize, was that complacency is not an act of fear, it is an act of protection. Both the Republic and The Jedi, the two dominating orders here, had ties that controlled their actions and decisions (or lack thereof). The AoL had no such ties or commitments, and was therefore free to congregate like this and speak of what Sith Blood they were going to drain.

@[member="Carn Dista"] apparently felt similarly to her, but he struck her as someone who seemed to enjoy waving his titled weight around. She frowned at what the two expelled at each other, their verbal passes along with all the other leaves that dove into the salad. Everyone was good at words, but this faction had not assembled for a foundation of dialogue, it had assembled for action. In fact, the Army of Light was to put the action IN faction.

Kiskla literally had the essence of darkness constantly working within her. She was also a duelist that specialized in Vaapad: balance was her schtick if not her total defining point. Teetering near the edge was not for thrill-seekers as many who spoke seemed. It was for those who were controlled and had a singular ambition.

That singular ambition was all these speakers needed to remember. In fact, all of their differences could be eloquently summarized in six words. Kiskla chose to voice these words before departing; reaching out via telepathy in a haunting manner to all those who's mentality was open. To those who were feeling guilty, it would be a scold, and to those confused by the arguments, it would re-focus them.

"Remember who the real enemy is."

She'd seen what she needed to see, and her Padawan was busy, he didn't need her hovering over his shoulder. If he needed her, she would support him.

 

[Arage Bao]

Michael nodded to @[member="Sera Inkari"] in thanks and then walked up to the podium once more. He repressed a sigh, one more speech should really do it. At least he hoped it would, because his throat was getting all sore from all the talking. He stood silently on the elevated space and regarded his soldiers, no his family. Because in the short span of one night he had gotten to know almost every one of them and while some were troubled, he loved all of them deeply. And he would protect them all even from themselves.

Coughing softly he made it clear he wanted to say something again. Michael smiled sheepishly and said: "Yeah, yeah. I know, this is my.. what? third speech this night? I hope you are all not too tired of them yet. Honestly, I just came up here to tell you that I appreciate all of you. Even the grumpy @[member="Carn Dista"], for his actions come forth from deep concern for the well being of all of us. I might not agree with the way he shows it, but thank you Master Carn." while giving his thanks, Michael bowed slightly to the man. "I hear we already have a pet mascot." He smiled softly at his own words. "Sounds like an excellent plan @Felix Emir. Good to have you on board."

But then he got back to business, because that is what a leader does sadly. So it began: "I have mostly listened quietly tonight and what I see brings me joy and sadness alike. Yes, @[member="Tracyn Ordo"], We are here to end the Sith threat. But we should not become them, we do not enjoy the killing. We simply accept it as something that needs to happen. But never joy, Tracyn, never enjoy the blood. It will destroy you from the inside, while you are trying to protect and preserve that which you hold dear."

Remember who the real enemy is. @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]​

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He heard those words resonate inside of himself and again smiled, despite himself. He did not know who spoke them, but he knew that it was the Truth. "Yes, we should remember who the real enemy is. The people who misuse their power to subjugate innocents, that is why we are here. Some may cherish their idea of revenge, but that will only spread the misery. We are here to protect and serve, through our vigilance the Sith will be defeated."

@Everyone else

 

[Kei Amadis]

Busy sadly not with celebration yet! Kei walked over and nodded to his Master, @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] as she gave him the words he needed to hear. "Thank you." This time she had really earned it. Nice and simple, to the point. The Jedi could learn a lot from her, was doing and would continue to do.

Covering his eyes with his hand, the flash had blinded him for a time but he reacted like any Jedi would, standing his ground, until it passed. Until the verbal tirade and outpouring was finally, finally over. Then the business of actually organising an army could begin. Leaving the others to do the talking back home. @[member="Vexander Graves"] and @[member="Cambria Zadira"] had a good handle on it.

@[member="Michael Sardun"] was one such man who had a balance and a way with words. @[member="Manu Xextos"] as well, Kei was relieved he'd not be making the speeches, not with both of them able to put reason and good judgement into what they said. @[member="Vulpesen"] and @[member="Dove"] had earlier as well, all of them seemed keen minds, inspirational to the men they'd lead.

"Going to war you need a place to come home to," Kei stated to anyone nearby, relaxing now and taking a glass of water from @[member="Sera Inkari"]. All anyone need do is look at @[member="Tracyn Ordo"], who probably had the best possible intentions at one time, but didn't have that place to come home to, Kei hoped he found it somewhere. Even that @[member="Carn Dista"] might one day accept the compassion of a hug, or forgive those who wanted to act to save others. He genuinely wanted that, but understood that many may view their actions in a different light, that was life and part of the universal acceptance of others point of view, a Jedi's way to be.

@[member="Felix Emer"]'s dog was petted again, as it waddled between them. Who said Jedi and soldiers at rest were always at war. No, this was important. When the fighting started, as it soon was about to, today he'd remember all their faces. That was who he'd be fighting for. That was what would give him the strength to win.

Congratulations from @[member="Yusan Fenn"], there Kei saved a response for last, he gave a broad grin, "it's complicated, but thank you." Raising his glass of crystal clear water up, he tilted it in thanks and cheer to Echani senator.

 

[Glade]

@[member="Cambria Zadira"] Natol'ine had the very smallest of idea of how to control pain. In fact if you looked close enough you'd see her pinching her right palm with her fingers, still the same girlish smile here though, "yeah i'd like that, I mean, if you have time." She beamed a Nato-like smile, the face had a bright radiance to it even if pain was behind it, probably more so because of the pain Nato was shielding.

Standing there, against the wall as she continued to hear the judgments from a man she'd never even met, Nato gave a sigh, unlike Kei it made her personally lose interest really fast. The huffed up judgements hurled about, she just wanted to be the best person she could, do the right thing. Through the force a knight like @Cambria Zadira might sense that Natol'ine, probably the most unlikely of everyone here, would hold the key to a lot of things eventually. A small flicker of it was present, and how that all turned out was still in the making. Just a glimpse, of one unassuming girl who didn't have two words to say to the shouting Jedi, or the flash even, being not overly disturbed by any of the scene.

Flash.... she closed her eyes tight.... Several small crystals through the force were visible on her spine and one larger, damaged, one in her chest. All had a light in their force, on an otherwise relaxed and unassuming girl's aura. The kiffar girl had a strength of character maybe to just stay relaxed, a strength yes and no, but a trait that would increase as time and the war went on. There was definite pain however if you looked closely enough, she took a firewine from @[member="Sera Inkari"], @[member="Fyor Nayus"]'s favorite drink, the old pasty face, she still wished he'd have come with them.

"Heya," smiling very brightly at @[member="Yusan Fenn"], having seen him but not been sure what to say, he was the one who had helped save her. There was a blushing embarrassment, not from a hidden attraction but from not being sure what to say to him, after y'know, saving her life. Maybe a crush? No, she didn't get crushes, no. 'sides, he wasn't her type, no sir. "How are you doin' big guy?" Big guy was Nato's term of endearment for anyone who she started to care about, though he probably wouldn't know that, physically size didn't really come into it, it was the size of the person that counted.

 

[Serah Oricion]

@[member="Kei Amadis"] @[member="Natol'ine"]

Yusan nodded back to Kei Amadis and raised his own glass slowly to him out of respect, even drinking it slightly and holding back a grimace. He never was one for alcohol but there was no need to insult his hosts by denying a drink offered to him, after all he had don't that once and from that point on the senator from some planet he couldn't remember doesn't even speak to him. Then Natol'ine voice sounded once more and he turned to her, speaking in the light, calm, and cheerful tone that he normally did. "Im doing fine miss Natol'ine, I do hope you are doing better after what happened to you. It would be a shame if there has been complications with your... surgery no?" He stared at her thinking over her word choice and grinning before he added another comment to the end of what he said. He looked down with a comical frown that showed he was completely joking as he spoke. "Also, Big guy? I didn't think I was that fat, but ill take it into consideration."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

"Yeah. Real enemy. Sith. Apologies for being late. Missed anything important?" Siobhan, called Butcher Kerrigan by some, spoke as she stepped in. Her tone was to the point, businesslike, she was not here for festivities or celebrations, for there was nothing to celebrate.

She found the great hall filled to the brim with Jedi, not that she was personally acquainted with them, but then she had left the Order years ago, long before Roche had driven so many away from its ranks, and never once looked back, but then she was a soldier. Even now she had desire to return to their Temple, their peaceful contemplation and meditation. Her cynical outlook had only been reinforced by the 'peace' with the Empire after Metalorn.


Nonetheless here she was, for reasons of her own. Once conqueror of most of Omega's territory, briefly Exarch, now her own woman, her sole allegiance being that to Tegaea. Vicious scars ran across her features, a reminder of how she had earned her rank, wading through not always metaphorical rivers of blood, battering ramming her way through opposition, often losing a couple limbs along the way. Hard eyes, the look of someone who had been there, done that, torn that roof down. Dressed in cargo pants, simple shirt underneath a black leather duster, her lightsabre attached to her belt, slugthrower holstered on her hip.

If this Army of Light was serious about going on the offensive and fighting, well...she had her own reasons to hate the Sith. Now more than ever, her reasons personal. But then crusades had come and went, the Sith being continuously reborn in the cycle. Metalorn had started promising, then the Republic had done a 180 after one battle alone. Events had made her a hard, cynical person, but then that outlook had seen her through many a battle and she knew war. One did not simlky walk into Mordor, topple the dark lord and expect things to be shiny and happy in the aftermath. War was hell, there was no glamour, no honour in it. She did not give grand speeches and had no time for them.

 

[Manu Xextos]

"That man's not going to make it." Manu said to the air around him, when Tracyn caterwauled out after Master Magic Fingers. 'Pretty cool trick! He must use it at parties.'

"Nothing at all." Manu stood up and clapped his hands together, @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] was the kind of warrior Manu could understand. Hades and back and with that get another punch of the 10 chances at death for one Free Life. The Echani tipped his forehead to the duster-wearing woman. "Drink? Introduction? Target? What fits your fancy?"

 

[Sera Inkari]

The light from the Master departing filled her eyes, but she did not look away, or close them, she embraced it all, washing over her, standing within it. Her gaze was on fire in the light, the Force in such color, it made her lightheaded, and envious at his connection to it. Not a jealousy, a want to know how to create that light.

No sooner had @[member="Manu Xextos"] spoke than she was already close by. Sea blue glances still drank of the room, flooding herself with the workings of the force as people just lived their lives. Red robes shifting their direction, soft shoes, softer steps drifting over to @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] with her tray as she had everyone else, a small dip of the head given. Offering the drinks tray to her gently, whiskey, wine, water, juice, it was all there. As with all the Master's that had been present, such as @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], and Carn, Sera had been at pains to resist the well of the force from them, it was here entire creed and way of life. Realising she was no longer needed, she pulled away from both Master's, she needed to stand the opposite side of the room somewhere, to regain her composure, the strength of them threatened to drown her in her convictions. That was her biggest battle, to stay an individual within her strong beliefs.

There was little gentle about Sera, though you might mistake the way she walked as being gentle, and acted as being kind willed. Many rash talking men might make that mistake, but not someone who knew her. This was the force's will so she did it with no question, and her part within it set.

Standing in the corner, taking a long drink of water herself, always drinking water when she had a moment. Kintan her birthplace was a dry place, and the priestess carried many bottles along her robes, so she never dried out, her thirst was insatiable, and never quenched for liquid.