Faction A Knight of Lightspire | The Jedi Order (All Jedi Welcome)

[Pillar of Faith]

Sal-Soren Hall, the ceremonial heart of Lightspire Station, shimmered with soft golds and silvers. The air itself held a faint, deep hum; the resonance of the station's living core, the energy of the Force rippling through the foundation.

Gathered here were Masters, Knights, Padawans, diplomats, and family, all standing beneath the watchful banners of the Jedi Order. At the forefront stood the ceremonial dais, a raised circle surrounded by two columns, inscribed with a verses of the Shirayan Jedi Code. It was a place where tradition met renewal, where the old ways flowed into the living vision of the Order reborn.

A hush fell over the assembly as distant chimes sounded, signaling the arrival of the High Council. They took their places in a half-circle toward the base of the dais, their robes whispering across the polished floor. Grandmaster Ala Quin stood among them, serene yet commanding, the tranquil authority of the Force gathered about her like the glow of dawn.

The great doors at the far end of the hall stood open, revealing the luminous corridor. Through that threshold, Lily Decoria would soon enter. She was a Padawan who had trained with different orders, a warrior of the Light, and one of the finest Guardians her generation had produced. This day marked the culmination of years of training, perseverance, and quiet faith through uncertainty.

Friends and family filled the tiers: Echani kin draped in silvers and whites, fellow Jedi who had sparred at her side, and healers and diplomats who knew her as a student and peer. They were united in expectation, their scattered murmurs fading as the music shifted. The melody was slow and ascending, breathing with the pulse of the Force itself.

Outside, beyond the vast viewport that crowned the chamber, the stars of the Mid-Rim glittered against the station's golden halo. Lightspire hung among them like a beacon; alive, radiant, and still new to its purpose, much like the young woman about to be Knighted within its heart. The ceremony was imminent.

When it ended, a new space would be christened with a new Knight joining their ranks and a new training room being named after her: The Decoria Training Atrium. This would be a hall of practice, motion, and mindfulness, where every saber swing and every meditative breath would echo the balance Lily embodied. For now, however, in the sacred stillness before the moment, everyone waited. The galaxy itself seemed to hold its breath as a new Knight of Lightspire prepared to rise.

 

[Lily Decoria]

Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Open

Fate had finally come for Lily. She couldn't have avoided it any further and things were only to get more complicated if she attempted to deny this inevitability. It wasn't something Lily feared, or did not wish to go through. It was mostly that she was sad that her Master would not be in attendance for this today. Without Briana, Lily would have never gotten as far as she has within the Jedi Order. Made the friends that she did within the community. Lily was eternally grateful for that. Her Master had gotten Lily past the fear, the uncontrolled outbursts in the Force and guided Lily in ways to maintain her control and find the ways to express it correctly. It was strange to think that a couple of years ago, Lily was someone who was afraid to use the Force, who attempted to suppress it, that she was prone to explosive outbursts that had sent people flying across the room.

Now, now she was standing in front of people. In a big ceremony about to be raised into the next rank of the Jedi Order. Lily had faced Sith Lords, bounty hunters, been captured and tortured by Mandalorians and grown a social circle that she deeply cared for. Lily didn't physically bore any scars that others could see, but there was a time where she felt the many mental scars weigh her down and nearly gave up on being a Jedi. Gave up on living the life she had always saw herself living. Feeling her hand tapping against her Lightsaber hilt, she remembered the time that she took on Eshan to construct the Lightsaber. How she had to heal from the mental trauma and realise the purpose of her time as a Jedi. What she had to do as a Jedi moving forward.

It was a burden that Lily was never confident that she would handle well. But Lily was ready to face it all with a determination and focus that would never have been there at the beginning of her training. The warrior inside Lily wasn't one that had been completely forged as an Echani, plenty of her time in the Jedi Order helped forge her into the warrior that stood before her peers. It had probably taken longer than some people expected or had wished for Lily, she knew that Lily prolonged her time as a Jedi Padawan for as much as she could. Mostly because she viewed it as the fact that she didn't feel ready and that had to account for something.

Placing her hands at the small of her lower back, Lily thought about what was going to come next for her. There were going to be more missions, more work in fighting the Sith and oppressive forces that existed out there in the galaxy. Lily was likely also going to be training students, showing them the various ways to fight with a Lightsaber, with several weapons. Eventually she was going to need to look after her own Padawan one day. Something that felt like a daunting prospect in her life. Lily also knew that she couldn't live her life as carefree as she was currently doing. Things had to settle, she had to settle into a more reliable lifestyle. There was also going to be plenty of sparring and ensuring that she can master all of the Lightsaber Forms. Since, if she was going to pursue the path of being the best Jedi fighter, then she was going to need to demonstrate she could master everything the Jedi could have on combat.

So her story was going to be far from complete. The notion had Lily mentally giggling. If anything, this was where she was going to make her story really count. This was where she really demonstrate what it meant to Lily to be an Echani Jedi. And show the galaxy why she was going to be a problem for Sith and villains in general out there in the galaxy. Lily would wield her blade with the necessary force that was needed to remind some within the galaxy that the Jedi were not people who stood by and watched the galaxy fall apart.

Lily was not going to be aggressive with her actions, mercy was something she often displayed. But firm justice was seeming to be needed more and more when she listened to the news on galactic matters. And she would answer that call if it was truly needed.

Kneeling before Ala, Lily bowed her head and thought about everything that had been leading up to this moment. How much more there was going to be happening after this and hopeful that she would get to enjoy the time with her friends and family. Though, she knew that her mother and grandmother were never the biggest fans of her joining the Jedi path.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Jedi Robes
Lightsaber | Turmoil​

"Stay with grandma, Starlight." The battlemaster knelt down with a smile as Zeriana clung to her robes. Keeping her from moving to the stage before the ceremony started.

"Mama, wan go too." Zeriana almost screamed. Yanking on the kama once more as Zetlana slid hands over her granddaughters hands. Carefully coaxing the little fingers free with a grin at her own daughter.

"You used to-" The words died on her mothers lips as she frowned deeply. Frozen in place for a moment as she looked up at her daughter. Failing to remember the feelings that were present about those memories. A momentary lapse from the guard of her own emotions brought a spike of anger laced sorrow. A feeling that stained the air between them for mere moments before Lossa sighed and drew that anger back. Watching her mother slowly look up to meet her eyes.

Lossa wasn't sure how long she would hold onto those feelings. But she knew letting them dictate a happy moment for someone else wasn't the right thing to do.

"Later. For now, just-" Pausing to take another steadying moment to center herself. Frowning as the effort only managed to draw her back to a calm without providing the words she wanted. Ending their discussion with a nod before stepping away to join the others on the dais.

Lossa moved with purpose, and took her place to watch over the ceremony as Lily entered, watching the padawan kneel before Ala to receive the title that would make clear the effort Lily had put forward.

Lily Decoria | Ala Quin​

 

[Ala Quin]

The hum of the chamber filled the stillness between heartbeats. Ala Quin stood upon the dais, not quite comfortable with the weight of the title that had found her, but at peace enough to carry it for this moment. This was not about her, and that alone was something she found reassuring. The newness of Grandmaster still felt too large, like a cloak that hung unevenly on the shoulders. But this was Lily’s day, not hers. Her role was simple. She was to guide, to affirm, and to welcome one more voice into the chorus of the Order.

The assembled Council had taken their seats. Knights and Padawans stood in hushed attention. The banners of the Jedi Order stirred faintly in the air, reflecting the gold-white shimmer emitted by the lights high above. Ala let her breath still, hands folded loosely before her, and looked toward the young Echani kneeling in the center of the light.

“Padawan Lily Decoria,” she began, her tone formal yet soft around the edges, “you have been tried by shadow and tempered by light. You have known fear, loss, and doubt, and still you have chosen to serve. In the face of darkness, you did not yield. You endured.”

Ala's voice was purposefully hushed, calling all to silence themselves to hear what seemed more a private moment between she and Lily. “The Force calls not to those who are perfect, but to those who listen. You have listened. You have grown in strength, in clarity, and in compassion. You have proven that your heart is steady, and your blade is true.”

She turned slightly toward the Council, meeting the eyes of those who had also proclaimed her ready. The Grandmaster's voice rose. “By their witness, and by the living will of the Force, you stand ready.”

Drawing her saber from her belt, Ala held it horizontally before her. The pale yellow blade ignited. The light played across her features — warm and steady — as she stepped forward. Each motion carried the deliberation of ceremony, yet beneath it, the faint trace of her own quiet wonder.

“The trials you have faced, the lessons you have learned, the courage you have shown — these mark the journey of one who has embraced the path of the Jedi. It is not the end, but a beginning.”

She lifted the saber, and the hum deepened. With a calm exhale, she lowered it gently to Lily’s right shoulder.

“By the right of the Council...”

The blade rose and fell again, to the left.

“...by the will of the Force...”

Ala drew the saber back and extinguished it, the golden light folding into silence.

“...I name you Knight of the Jedi Order.”

For a heartbeat, there was only stillness.

“Answer the call, and rise, Knight Decoria,” she said.

“May your light never waver.”

| Outfit: Ceremonial Jedi Robes | Tag: Lily Decoria | Equipment: Lightsaber |​

 

[Shan]

Tag: Lily Decoria

Shan didn't see himself quite as a Jedi anymore. Sure, he still did Jedi-like things, he helped out those who needed it, healed what people needed it, but he didn't operate under an Order. Didn't call himself a Jedi anymore. He wasn't quite able to do what was needed. He couldn't bring himself to fight. The Galaxy in this time of need needed warriors. Warriors like Lily. Like the other Jedi. Shan was none of that. He was barely even a diplomat. Words were something he had always struggled with. At the end of the day, he was a doctor, a healer. Not a Jedi.

But not being a Jedi would never stop him from showing up to this day. Even if it meant throwing on an old set of robes. and brushing himself off a little bit to look more presentable. The things he did for Lily. He sighed to himself at that thought, as the Mirialan Not-Jedi stood off to the side of the room, with his arms folded along his front to watch the present events. The Grandmaster hadn't been someone Shan had any interaction with if he was being totally honest to himself. Though that wasn't to say much. He had never quite interacted with this part of the Jedi if he was honest. Apart from the New Jedi Order, Shan had never quite took the time to understand the hierarchy of other sects. Orders? He wasn't entirely sure what word would be the right one to use.

Either way, he watched with a cheesy little grin plastered over his face as Lily was knighted. He could remember how the ceremony had been like for him. How much he had hoped he had made Kahlil proud. There were parts of him every so often that wondered that same thing even now but it was a thought he tried not to put any weight behind. Making an effort to try and live a life that made others proud, as opposed to your own was no way to live. You had to live for yourself first and foremost...which was another belief that Shan had struggles living with. He would always be the first one willing to sacrifice himself for a greater cause.

For now, he just let himself blend into the crowd. He could make himself known later on. It was time for Lily to be able to celebrate with her fellow Jedi. Plus it let him do one of his favourite things to do. People watch. He could keep his eyes on the crowd around him and see who seemed like someone he should pay attention to.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Ala Quin Lossa Aureus Lily Decoria Shan​

Aiden stood among the semicircle of the Council, the polished floor reflecting the sweep of gold light that fell from the vaulted dome above. The hum of Lightspire's living core resonated beneath his boots, a steady, pulsing note that felt almost like a heartbeat. In the stillness of the hall, he could sense how it reached outward, through the metal and glass of the station, into the stars themselves. The Force breathed here.

His gaze drifted to the open doors across the hall, where Lily Decoria had arrived and was making her way towards the front, to stand before Grandmaster Ala Quinn and be ready to take her first step as one of the first Jedi Knights, knighted here upon the Lightspire. Aiden truthfully did not Lily personally, only by reputation, and if what he heard and read was true, this was indeed long overdue.

He drew a slow breath, centering himself in that memory. So many had walked this same path before, under banners now faded, in temples long turned to dust. Yet this hall was alive with renewal, a living proof that the Jedi were not relics, they were roots finding new soil. He could feel it in the way the Force moved through the gathering: the quiet awe of the Padawans in the tiers, the calm anticipation of Masters beside him, even the flicker of excitement in the youngest initiates straining to see over the railings.

Aiden felt the words settle in the air like the echo of a sunrise. The soft hum of Ala Quin's saber still lingered in the hall, mingling with the resonance of Lightspire's core until it was impossible to tell where ceremony ended and the living Force began. The glow that had framed Lily a moment before now seemed to rest entirely within her, no longer bestowed, but emanating from her.

He drew a slow breath, the weight of it catching somewhere between pride and reverence. By the right of the Council. By the will of the Force. They were words he'd heard before, spoken in a dozen different halls and times. But here, beneath the banners of the reborn Order, they felt different. Not a repetition of the past, but a reclamation of what it had meant to believe in something greater than survival.

The Jedi Knight gave a small nod and respectfull bow to the knewly minted Jedi Knight.

The hall erupted into applause, it was not a sound of noise, but of light. And as the banners of the Jedi stirred in the soft current of the station's breath, he knew, deeply, certainly, that Lightspire had just taken its first true step into the future.

 

[Sven Halestorm]

LIGHT ENDURES

Tag: Lily Decoria | Ala Quin | Lossa Aureus | Shan | Aiden Porte​

The hum of the station was more than a sound; it was a pulse. A steady rhythm that carried through the durasteel bones of Lightspire and into the hearts of those who stood beneath its vaulted ceiling. Sven Halestorm felt it beneath his boots, through the fold of his robes, and into the quiet corners of his mind. The Force was alive here, serene and luminous, yet edged with the electricity of anticipation.

He stood among the gathered Knights, a little apart from the crowd, his hands folded neatly within the sleeves of his robe. The gold and silver light of the hall caught against his face, softening the hard lines carved by years of service and sacrifice. His blue eyes, calm but bright, followed the shimmer of the banners as they stirred in the artificial breeze, the sigil of the Jedi Order glowing faintly in the light.

It was strange, he thought, how ceremony always carried the echo of the past. How every knighting felt both ancient and immediate. He had stood once as a student, uncertain and eager. Later, as a witness to friends who had taken their oaths before him. Now, he stood as a Knight in full, no longer the learner but the steady presence that others might look to for guidance. And still, it felt the same. that small, quiet hum of hope in the chest, the swell of pride tempered by humility.

As the Council entered, Sven bowed his head in respect. Grandmaster Ala Quin’s presence washed over the hall like dawn breaking through mist, radiant, unyielding, and impossibly gentle. Around her, the Council carried the weight of history, yet it was not oppressive. It was grounding. Their strength reminded him of what the Order could still be, even after all it had endured.

The faint swell of music grew. The hall seemed to breathe with it, the air alive with the presence of the Force, luminous and binding. Sven exhaled slowly, feeling it fill him in turn. He thought of his own Master, of the lessons that had shaped him, patience, compassion, vigilance. The same truths he hoped Lily had found in her journey.

When the Padawan stepped through those doors, he would bow his head in greeting. Not as one superior to another, but as one traveler to the next, both walking the same endless path of light.

He smiled faintly to himself, a small warmth beneath the composed calm of his features. Every generation finds its guardians anew, he thought. And the Light endures, not through its Masters, but through those who rise to carry it forward.

The chime rang again. The ceremony was beginning.

Sven straightened his posture, the folds of his robe settling about him, and allowed the silence to take him. In that stillness, surrounded by hope, by faith, by the pulse of the Force, he found peace. And in that peace, he felt something deeper: pride, not for himself, but for what the Order could yet become.

 

[Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine]

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Anneliese Kaohal stood among the gathered crowd, silent beneath the soft aureate light of Sal-Soren Hall. The hum of the station resonated faintly through the soles of her boots — alive, attuned — a rhythm that seemed to echo the pulse of the Force itself.

She wore her robes over her usual attire, their weight both familiar and foreign. For her, ceremony was not about appearance but presence. Her posture was straight, composed; hands clasped loosely before her as her gaze lifted toward the dais. The air was charged, reverent — a living current that flowed through every being in attendance.

Her vibrant green eyes traced the inscriptions that wound along the twin columns flanking the dais — verses of the Shirayan Jedi Code, carved with careful artistry. The script was unfamiliar, flowing, ancient in its beauty. She couldn't read every word, but she paused all the same, letting the silence between syllables breathe meaning.

Peace through Light. Strength through understanding. The thoughts came unbidden, not read but felt. Perhaps not what was written, but what she believed it to say.

She had never met Lily Decoria personally, though her name had traveled in soft tones across the Order — a Padawan tempered by perseverance, shaped by trial. Such strength deserved witness, and so Anneliese had come — not out of duty, but quiet respect.

As the Council entered, she inclined her head slightly, a gesture of reverence more instinct than habit. The faint shimmer of her copper-red hair caught the hall's light, a flicker of fire amid the stillness. Around her, the crowd hushed to breathless anticipation.

When Lily entered, Anneliese's expression softened. She remembered her own trials — the sleepless nights, the quiet tears, the laughter shared between friends in the temple halls. The steady hand of Master Val, the lessons whispered in moments of doubt. Every ache, every scar, every triumph had led her to her own knighthood — and now she watched another sister in the Force step into that light.

Her chest swelled with quiet pride. This, she thought, was what endurance looked like. Not the absence of fear, but faith carried through it.

As the ceremony unfolded, she exhaled softly, centering herself in the moment. She did not yet feel fully of this Order — still learning its ways, still finding her place within its living rhythm — but here, among these souls united in Light, she felt something familiar. A kind of belonging that did not need words.

When the distant chimes faded and the melody rose once more, she whispered — so softly only the Force might hear —

"May the Light guide her steps."

And with that, Anneliese stood as still as stone, her presence calm yet warm, a quiet sentinel among those who bore witness to the rise of a new Knight — proud, not as a peer, but as a sister who knew the cost and beauty of the path.

 

[Vodet]

Waybinder. That was his new title. He was okay with that. He was the one responsible for making sure the galaxy’s Jedi were getting along. And making sure that the Enclave Network was being used as it should. To move students and seekers of knowledge all around. Making sure that Jedi were getting the training they needed, and wanted. Today, though, he was visiting his ‘office’ of sorts, the one he was going to be leaving the Mon Calamari Knight here at for a few weeks. He’d rotate the members of the jedi that were going to be remaining here.

But today he was here to see another Padawan rise to the rank of Knight. One that walked the line between two paths, that of a Jedi and that of a Witch. Vodet had no issue with those paths, so long as the latter was reigned in and respected the former.

Wearing Kattada’s turquoise and fold robes, the Yinchorri Master was waiting in the gathered to witness the Knighting. He had seen many, but each one served to strengthen the Order which he worked so hard to defend and grow. He knew what was required of the Station of Knight, and he was finding it comforting that others did as well. He waited, wordless in the gathering of Masters. When the newly minted Knight was ready, he;’d assist her in finding hte right places to train, and the right students to teach.

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine | Lily Decoria | Ala Quin​

Lorn stood beside the Council's half-circle. His presence was quiet but unmistakable; the weight of armor shifted beneath ceremonial robes, and the hilt of his saber gleamed like a muted promise at his hip. His hands were folded loosely behind his back. He carried himself with the intense discipline of a soldier who had never unlearned the rhythm of battle. When Ala spoke, Lorn's gaze never left Lily. Her name had been whispered through every hall of the Order lately, spoken with profound respect. She represented strength tempered by restraint, and power guided by heart.

When the saber touched her shoulders, Lorn felt the moment settle in his chest like a long exhale. The sound of the ignited blade, that low, resonant hum, always stirred something deep in him; something older than any title or war. As Ala's voice named Lily Knight of the Jedi Order, he inclined his head, a faint smile breaking the calm of his features. For all the scars the galaxy left him, moments like this were powerful reminders of why he stayed.

When the ceremony ended, Lorn waited until the first rush of congratulations subsided. He stepped forward, his boots echoing lightly against the floor. "Knight Decoria," he said, his voice low but steady, the tone of one soldier recognizing another. He clasped her hand firmly, holding her gaze. "You've earned every inch of it. The Order's stronger for it... don't ever forget that." A glint of quiet pride was visible, tempered by the restraint of someone who didn't often let it show.

Turning, Lorn found Ala near the dais, still poised in the quiet afterglow of command. He approached her, then, and without ceremony, drew her into a brief, one-armed hug, armor and all. "You did well," he murmured, soft enough for only her to hear. "Briana would've been proud." Before she could say more, he gave a small nod and stepped back into the gathering throng.

The hall had begun to fill with easy conversation and laughter. That's when he saw her; a face he didn't recognize. She had copper hair, and her green eyes were steady and thoughtful. A new Knight, perhaps, or newly arrived. Lorn approached her with the hesitant confidence of a man more at home in battle than in small talk.

"Knight Reingard," he offered with an awkward half-smile, extending a hand. "Or just Lorn. I don't think we've met."

 

[Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine]

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Tags: Lorn Reingard


Anneliese shifted slightly as he approached, letting her eyes meet his without hesitation. The hall around them hummed with quiet celebration, soft laughter and the occasional clink of ceremonial metal fading into the background. She felt the rhythm of the Force in the room, subtle, alive, weaving through the newly minted joy of the ceremony, and grounding her.

"Knight Reingard," she said, her voice calm and measured, carrying a quiet steadiness rather than any rush to impress. She offered her hand, a simple gesture, firm but not stiff. "It's an honor to meet you Lorn, Aiden speaks highly of you."

She allowed herself a brief, easy breath, aware of the strength in him — the weight of presence that didn't need announcement. And yet she did not shrink, did not falter; she was a Knight now, and she met him as one. Her posture relaxed just slightly, just enough to let a small warmth show in her green eyes.

"I had meant to introduce myself sooner sir — however… I’ve only just recently gotten myself settled in and since retuning Aiden has caught me up speed on all that I have missed in my absence." she added softly, letting the words carry quiet acknowledgment rather than praise. "It's… been a lot to process.”

She lingered for a heartbeat, letting the moment exist fully. The Force thrummed gently between them, a pulse of recognition and shared purpose, and she offered a faint smile — modest, but grounded, steady as a flame that refused to let anything make her resolve waver.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Tried by shadow and tempered by light.

Grandmaster Quinn's words, measured and steady, seemed to echo in the stillness of the chamber. They reverberated through Cora's mind, in any event. However many knightings she attended, watching her fellow Jedi rise and achieve great things would never get old.

As the ceremony ended, Cora was among the well-wishers that made their way toward Lily Decoria . She waited until a rather burly man delivered his congratulations, then moved to speak with other Jedi in attendance.

Cora reached for the Echani's hand, enveloping it in a brief, tight squeeze.

"Well done, Lily," she said softly, her voice no less genuine for its gentle cadence. "Your journey as a Jedi will become more trying, but I feel as though there is little you cannot handle. Carry the Light with you, and you cannot fail."

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine​

Lorn's handshake was firm but brief, the sort that spoke of habit rather than etiquette. When she mentioned Aiden, his brow lifted slightly. The name pulled a quiet flicker of recognition to his expression. A muscle along his jaw eased, and a hint of a smile formed and faded quickly.

"Aiden, huh?" he said, his voice low. The rough edge of field-weariness softened his tone. "He better be saying nice things." He studied her for a moment, noting the calm composure and steady presence in her eyes. There was a quiet, tempered strength about her, the kind that didn't need to announce itself. "Mind if I ask how you two know each other?"

The question came lightly, but there was a veteran's instinct beneath it; a need to understand the histories and loyalties that intertwined the people around him. He shifted slightly, glancing around the hall as laughter rippled near the front rows. The sight of the younger, wide-eyed Jedi celebrating drew a faintly wistful expression across his face.

He looked back to her. "You've only just returned, then," he said. "It can be a lot. This Order's different than the others." His gaze lifted toward the vaulted lights of Sal-Soren Hall, where the banners swayed faintly. "It is better, though. We focus less on what came before, and more on what we're trying to build now."

He hesitated, then offered a rare moment of openness. "If you need help settling in, getting to know the layout, the people, you can ask me. Anything you need."

 

[Lily Decoria]

Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Ala Quin | Lossa Aureus | Shan | Aiden Porte | Sven Halestorm | Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine | Vodet | Lorn Reingard | Corazona von Ascania

Lily felt the presence of Ala's Lightsaber lowering down to her shoulder. The crazy, wild intrusive thought of rising to her feet so her arm was accidentally chopped off crossed her mind but it was fleeting enough that Lily knew it was not a real consideration of hers. Just a wild, crazy and in a dark way quite humorous in notion. She listened to the words spoken, it was strange to hear such strong praise from someone she did not know. It was not bad, nor did she hate it, but Lily did not go around seeking praise from people she knew. Yet alone strangers who she was meeting for the first time in this manner. It was a reminder that Lily's actions held ripples that went far beyond what she could see or even conceive.

Once she was declared a Jedi Knight, a rush of excitement and joy washed over Lily. She was so glad to finally be a Jedi Knight, curious to see what the next chapters of her life would be like. Who would be important and close to her heart throughout it all. One of those people, Lily could already sense was within the crowd, though he was holding himself back and Lily would not force him to get in closer unless he showed signs of wanting to be there more. But she would give him a look, a smile, the first person she wanted to see now that she was a Jedi Knight.

Then she turned to the council, "thank you for this honour. I hope to only ensure that I bring this council, this Order and the High Republic, the honour and justice that it deserves." Lily gave a bow of her head before taking steps back from the council, not wishing to overstay her welcome among them. Lily doubted that she would ever be on the council, it seemed more of a political position from what she saw of the NJO council before it dissolved as well as what she saw Briana endure as Grand Master of this council.

There was plenty of other things for Lily to focus on long before she would ever even consider such things.

"Thanks Corazona, it was an honour to do the joust with your favour, hopefully we can enjoy more missions together in the future now." Lily stated with a grin on her lips, excited to talk with everyone who had come to attend her promotion in rank from the crowd of people in attendance. Lily never expected there to be a large group coming to her promotion, there was not really the legacy that she held amongst the Jedi like so many others. After the incident with the Mandalorians early in her training, Lily even feared she would be banished from the Jedi.

Fortunately things turned out for the better in that regard and Lily was determined to keep that progress moving forward.

 

[Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine]

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Tags: Lorn Reingard



Anneliese let her gaze drift over the hall, taking in the quiet laughter and the sway of the banners above. She didn't rush her reply—there was no need. Her hands rested lightly at her sides, fingers brushing together as if each movement helped her frame the right words.

"Aiden and I… we served together under Grandmaster Valery Noble, in the Alliance," she said finally, her voice calm, considered. She tilted her head slightly, letting the memory settle before continuing. "I was apprenticed to her for many years. During that time, I was… focused on my training, on the duties that came with being a Padawan under her guidance. That's how I came to know him."

Her eyes flicked briefly toward the high windows, the sunlight catching the edges of her hair. "For a while, I was away, on Qiilura… far from the Core. A year, maybe more, seeking answers I could find only on my own. It was a distance that made communications difficult … made me unaware of what had transpired." She let the words hang in the air for a beat, then met his gaze again, steady.

"But I returned. There are still those I am searching for—my Master, others I knew. Yet I know what Valery would want. She would want me present, aiding where I can, carrying forward what she built. When Aiden responded to my communique, it was clear after caught me up to speed… I could be of use here, and that is what I am doing. That is my duty. And my privilege — it’s up to us as those that came before to pass the torch and fan the flame."

She allowed a slow exhale, a subtle nod accompanying it. Her posture was still, yet alive with quiet strength. "It's an honor to be here and I appreciate the offer for any assistance Lorn."

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine​

Lorn listened in silence, his expression steady. The faint glow of the hall light caught along the worn edge of his jaw. When Anneliese mentioned Valery Noble, his brow furrowed slightly. It wasn't doubt, but clear recognition. That name still carried weight, even years removed on his part. He folded his arms loosely, considering her words as the hum of conversation ebbed around them.

When she finished, he nodded once, slow and deliberate. "If you've got Aiden's stamp of approval," he said, his tone low but certain, "that's worth something. And Valery Noble," his lips twitched in a small, respectful half-smile, "well, there isn't a Jedi alive who doesn't know that name. Anyone trained by her's already proven their worth before they step through our doors."

There was no flattery in his voice, just simple conviction. He glanced toward the dais where Lily was surrounded by well-wishers, then back to Anneliese. "You'll be an asset here. The Order's stronger with you in it."

He shifted his stance, resting his weight on one leg, like a soldier easing out of parade rest. "And it's good to have you," he added after a moment, sincerity threading through his usual quiet restraint. "We've had plenty of new faces lately, but not many who know what it's like to come back to something rebuilt from ashes."

Lorn's gaze lingered, thoughtful. There was a flicker of something behind it before he cleared his throat. "Tell me," he said, the formality easing from his tone, "have you taken a Padawan yet? Or are you still finding your footing before you start carrying someone else's?"

 

[Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine]

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Tags: Lorn Reingard


Anneliese listened in silence, the corners of her mouth softening as he spoke. His words carried no pretense, only sincerity — and she felt it, the warmth of being seen not for title or heritage, but for the quiet endurance that had carried her this far.

When he mentioned Valery Noble , her gaze lowered slightly, a hand brushing through her unruly curls — a small, grounding motion. "She casts a long shadow," Anneliese said softly. There was no weight of pride in her tone, only a quiet reverence. "To have learned beneath her… it shapes everything I am. Every word, every action. I carry her legacy with me — not as a burden, but as a light I'm still learning to live up to."

She drew a slow breath, letting her eyes lift again, green and steady beneath the high glow of the hall. "It means a great deal, what you said. To be welcomed. To belong again." Her voice softened further, a faint smile warming her expression. "I've missed that… the sense of family, of building something together. The Order was always meant to be that — more than just structure and rank. A living bond."

At his final question, the faintest spark of joy stirred in her features — the kind that came rarely, and only from something deeply true. "I have, actually," she said, the smile deepening. "Her name is Pari Sylune . We've only just begun our walk together, but… I see something in her. A quiet courage, a spark that just needs space to grow." She paused, thoughtful, almost prayerful. "I pray to Ashla for wisdom — and to Ashyra, my people's spirit — to guide me as I guide her. To help her find her own steps in the Force."

Her eyes met his again, the stillness between them carrying the weight of shared understanding — of survivors, of builders. "And perhaps," she added softly, "that's how we honor what was lost. By tending to what remains… and helping it rise again."

 

[Kas Larsen]

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"I'm a Jedi Sentinel, using everything in my arsenal to keep the peace."

TAGS: Aiden Porte | Lily Decoria | @ OPEN
EQUIPMENT: Kas' Gear | Echo Stone
CURRENT LOCATION: Lightspire Station
OBJECTIVE: Return to the Jedi | Find Aiden Porte | Congratulate Lily Decoria

A J-1 Shuttle had docked in the Hangar Bay of the Lightspire Station as clearance codes had been provided to the docking station crew. Any fellow Jedi that were able to reach out into the Force they'd sense three familiar presences swirling in the Force, strongly basking in the Lightside, as if the three were united as one form. The signatures detected would begin to part ways where it seemed a trio made their arrival inside the station.

"Huh so this is the infamous Lightspire Station I've been hearing about. Sure beats being on Jakku think I've underwent enough isolated training there with Master Vizion Trozky wonder who is still around."

Kas said to himself and then heard from word of mouth that there was a Knighting Ceremony being held for a fellow Padawan Learner he did work with back on Eadu - undergoing the obstacle courses and trials set there. They were in fact a team together and managed to continue on as Jedi. It would be good to see Lily and a few other fellow Jedi. The Echo Stone gained from Briana Sal-Soren remains around his neck tied around in a strong rope used as a necklace.

"Lily is now a Jedi Knight. Ahaha well best I address her as Master Decoria now when I see her. I wonder if Master Porte is here need to resume my training with him."

The young man continued to wander around the halls of the Lightspire station in search of Aiden and Lily if he finds one or a group of fellow Jedi he'd be sure to receive guidance in his objectives while here. Kas admiring the designs and functions of the station, typical of a Jedi Sentinel, technology always left him in awe. The buzzing, beeping and whirling noises filled his ears left him smirking on his way through.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2106
Location: – Lightspire Station
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Quiet, Respectful
Background Noise: The gathering of everyone around.

I had forgotten what Naboo, and the culture around here was like…

… then I came here.
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Don’t get it twisted, that’s not a knock on this beautiful station, or those around, I just am a bit culture shocked. I grew up quietly, and learned to work with little. Here is just incredible.

This is a beautiful place, and a LOT of Jedi are here? Wow. That’s really a cool thing to see. I didn’t want to interrupt, so BRAD and I were near the back. They should be proud of what they’ve accomplished. Especially with the galaxy being on fire the way it is right now.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: So, why are we here again?]

Lily Decoria . My first crush. This ceremony is for her, she’s being Knighted.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: I could make fun of you here, but I won’t.]

That’s really a nice surprise. So anyway, Master Ala Quin was up there. She’s conducting this? What happened to Sal-Soren?

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Complaining?]

Noooo not at all. She’s a Master, it makes sense, Ms. Sal-Soren is a Knight. I guess it’s just a testament to how long I’ve been gone. Nothing bad. I’ll stop rambling about that now.

Anyway, I’m not really a “Jedi”, never had much of a chance to be. That being said, I’m glad I was able to be here. Lily is cool, it’s good to see Master Quin, even if from a distance. She deserves to be out of that stupid hospital room.

This was a cool experience. I’m glad I was talked into coming.

– Michael A.
Not my cup of tea anymore, but this was a cool experience.

TAG: Lily Decoria / Open

This is where he is speaking

 

[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Consular, study and use the Force to defend and protect others."

TAGS: Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine | Lorn Reingard | Lily Decoria | @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Lightspire Station
OBJECTIVE: Find fellow Jedi | Become a Padawan Learner | Congratulate Lily Decoria

After helping his older brother Kas fly the J-1 shuttle to dock inside the Hangar Bay of the Lightspire Station the young Jedi Apprentice known as Caden or Cade for short. He parted ways from his older brother and sister, Kharis was flying in a TwinTail X-83 starfighter scoping out the space surrounding the station. Typical of her being a Jedi Ace with Kas she wouldn't be long. Out of himself, Kas and Kharis the Force was more prominent in young Caden made sense for him to become a Jedi Consular, a Sage.

"Wow what a station, the Lightspire huh? Impressive looks like Kas is going to love the tech here. Someone said there was a Knighting Ceremony we've probably missed it with the detour we had to take from Jakku."

Caden walked down the hallways of the Lightspire Station, greeted various fellow Jedi and had a personal objectives on his mind already. Kas had said to both him and Kharis they should consider finding a master, a mentor figure, it'd be good for them both. At least he has completed one of his objectives. Managed to find a few Jedi and then he spotted Jedi Knights up ahead conversing with each other. It appeared to be Jedi Knights; Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine and Lorn Reingard chit-chatting with each other.

"Hello masters, hope we've not missed the newly appointed Knight of the Jedi Order. I'm Cade, well, Caden Larsen the younger brother of Kas and Kharis Larsen. I know Kas is around looking for his master, uh that'd be Master Porte."

Caden bowed his head down as he greeted both of the Jedi Knights once he was within their space. Hoping he didn't disturb their conversation. The energy from the Force was quite dense, it was as if Caden had been naturally letting the Lightside flow inside and around his person. Powerful perhaps. Raw talent that will develop through learning and training over the years to come as a Jedi. He was keen to begin his studies and training within the Shiraya Sanctuary Jedi Order within the High Republic.