Faction A Padawan Birthday Party! (Open to All Jedi & Friends)

[Pari Sylune]

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The dormitory wing of the Jedi Temple was unusually alive for the late hour.

Normally, the long corridor would have been hushed, footsteps soft, voices low, the Force resting in a gentle, meditative calm. Tonight, however, quiet excitement hummed through the air. Strands of glow-orbs floated near the ceiling, their colors shifting as a handful of Padawans argued in whispered tones about spacing and symmetry. A banner that was hand stitched hung slightly crooked over the doorway, tugged into place at the last moment by an impatient nudge of the Force.

Inside the shared dormitory, cushions had been rearranged into a loose circle, refreshments carefully hidden beneath cloths, and a training remote, (borrowed without permission) hovered nearby, programmed to release a harmless burst of celebratory light on cue. Laughter was stifled, giggles smothered behind sleeves, and more than one Padawan paused to reach out through the Force, checking that their unsuspecting friend was still occupied elsewhere in the Temple.

Everything was almost ready.

All that remained was one final adjustment, one last look exchanged between co-conspirators, and then, at last, the party could begin.

As soon as the young Torgruta male walked in everybody shouted at once "Surrprise! Happy birthday Brin!!!" Pleasantries were exchanged and soon everyone was spread out, listening to music, helping themselves to snacks, and settling in to enjoy a rare treat, the birthday of a fellow padawan!

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((This thread is open to all Jedi! If you are a padawan join in the festivities in the dorms. If you are a knight or master perhaps you are elsewhere in the Temple, reminiscing about your own days as a padawan, or coming to see what all the noise is about! This is meant to be a fun thread that shows social life inside the Temple. Enjoy! ))

 

[Bettany Sal-Soren]

Location: Padawan Dormitory
Objective: Party

Along with the other padawans, Bettany had received the invite to a party in the dorms, an excuse to bond with some of her peers. Except she realised she didnt actually know where the padawan dorms were and had had a slightly awkward conversation in order to find out where they were and to be reissued with the access key she was granted on her first day but hadnt even thought to remember.

Pari Sylune had done a wonderful job with the decorations and Bettany had brought in a few snacks and more discretely a little bit of drink to share with the older padawans.

"Happy birthday Brin!" she added to to collective clapping the birthday boy, but refraining from the hugs that were being offered by some of the more enthusiastic learners. Maybe a handshake.

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[Aiden Porte]

Bettany Sal-Soren Pari Sylune Ensy Phillip Slate Kaelyn Serev Sven Halestorm​

The Sanctuary kitchens were calm, a steady contrast to the excited pulse echoing faintly through the Force from the dormitory wing. Aiden stood at the central counter with quiet focus, sleeves rolled to his forearms as he worked.

A loaf of sweetbread rested beneath his hands as he sliced it evenly, each cut measured and deliberate. Nearby, a pot of spiced meiloorun glaze simmered gently, stirred by a subtle turn of his fingers through the Force while he arranged fresh fruit across a serving tray. He adjusted the temperature of the ovens with care, ensuring nothing burned, nothing overcooked. Celebration deserved attention to detail.

He paused briefly, glancing toward the doorway as laughter rippled faintly through the currents of the Force. The joy was bright, unguarded. It stirred something warm in his chest.

Aiden allowed himself a small smile before returning to his work. He sprinkled a final touch of powdered sugar across the sweetbread and straightened the arrangement of plates, content in the simple act of preparation.

Tonight was not about instruction or discipline.

It was about making sure the young ones had enough to eat while they celebrated being young.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

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He was at House Angellus for a rather short time. It was an easy, relaxed day, because it was the birthday of family members. Alyksandra, and the late Liram. It was a rare occurrence that a married couple shared the same birthday but here you are. Chrysa was there as well, along with Michael. It was a small affair, just family. It was a day that frankly was few and far between. Michael was just an 18 year old today, not someone with responsibilities, and Connel was not wearing any bit of his gear. Chrysa and Alyksandra? They could just be “moms” enjoying their families being together.

Family is important.

Alyksandra brought up how one of the Jedi… a Padawan who she knew of through one of her board members was celebrating the day as well. It brought a wry smile to Chrysa, as well as Alyksandra, who just nodded and told him to “go ahead”. Moreso Chrysa, she knew what he was thinking. Michael? He still felt uncomfortable being around there. So Connel let him stay without a lecture.

He took Buster with him though, it was meant to be fun.

He had something too.

He was not going to go there to interrupt anything, but Connel was travelling to continue a tradition. Something his father used to do. Buster was just there to enjoy the ride. This was a good day to be in the “Defender” and not “the Vector”, because he had an armory in the back. That was not to say that he would give a young one a weapon for their birthday, but something else.

When he got to the Temple, it was apparently just in time, as there was some type of commotion going on in the dorms. So, he quietly walked. The acknowledgements he received were interesting, as most had no idea who he was. Connel rarely came out in public, not in his gear, at least in a “Jedi” dynamic. This felt “interesting” in a good way. So when he reached the dorms and heard the frivolity, naturally there was some attention drawn and festivities drawn to a halt.

Don’t stop on my account.

A few “hellos” here and there, some, but many expected him to lecture. Wrong Jedi. It was when the poor birthday boy walked up to take responsibility, Connel held up a hand to stop him. “Birthdays are strange things for Jedi. We don’t celebrate ourselves the way most do. No parades. No trophies. No grand speeches.
A Half-smile. But that doesn’t mean today isn’t important. You were given life on this day. The Force wove you into the galaxy for a reason. Every lesson you struggle through, every bruise from training, every doubt you wrestle with… they’re all shaping you into the person you’re meant to become. Your montrals hear more than you realize. Your lekku carry more emotion than you think. Your heritage is strength. Your compassion is greater strength, and here’s something most Masters forget to say.
He’d lean in just a little.
I’m glad you were born… not because the Order needs another knight. Not because the galaxy needs another hero. But because the people you’ll help one day won’t even know how close they came to losing everything. Today isn’t about how powerful you’ll become. It’s about the fact that you’re here… that matters. If you ever doubt that… He held up a Pontite Crystal.
Just hold and meditate with this for a little while.
Standing straight, ruffle the top of the boy’s head if he’d tolerate it, and add with that dry, Vanagor glint:
Now go eat something celebratory before the cooks decide birthdays are a violation of Jedi austerity protocol.

Pari Sylune • Bettany Sal-Soren • Aiden Porte
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Zhenhua]

The sounds of hoofbeats on the temple stone was one of the few indicators Zhen was coming. Her sun-kissed skin remaining forward for a moment as the white and silver robe over her torso gleamed clean and sleeveless. Long black hair trailing down and framing her her shoulders while she moved for a moment and looked down at another padawan who was there looking at her with a smile on her face. The belt of her robes looking more like saaddle bags that she could reach back and dig through as her tail flicked back and forth. She was considered average for a Chironian and it showed as the sounds of other padawans were there to draw her interest. She debated if there would be a place she could fully sit but she was used to standing around.

 

[Strohm Sikara]

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Aiden Porte - Open
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Strohm had only just returned from a mission in the Core. His cloak was still torn, and there was a mysterious smear of dried purple blood on his gauntlet. He was shuffling through the temple halls with purpose but without rush. A gaggle of younglings suddenly flanked him, rushing by in a fit of laughs and whoops, except for one that bumped into the towering Trandoshan's leg. He turned around to check the source of this disturbance, his expression more quizzical than irritated. The student's interpretation of Strohm's toothy maw erred toward the latter, "S-sorry…" she mumbled, tugging her Jedi braid like a source of comfort, before she darted on past to catch up with her friends. Strohm said nothing, merely watching her take off before continuing down the same path himself.

His jaunt now took him to the kitchen, where fellow Knight Aiden Porte was expressing his culinary skills. Further down the hall, Strohm overheard the chants of happy birthday from the assembled children. "I struggle to see how celebrating the day of one's birth prepares these children any better for the battles to come." Strohm spoke of conflict like it was an inevitably. It seemed more and more like one as time passed, with enemies increasingly surrounding the Republic on all sides.

 

[Sven Halestorm]

To: Padawan Brin,

I regret that duty has kept me from attending your celebration in person. The Force has a habit of drawing us where we are most needed, and though I would have preferred to stand among your friends and fellow students today, I trust you are surrounded by good company and brighter laughter than any wandering Knight could provide.

Birthdays are an interesting tradition within the Order. We do not often dwell on the passage of time, yet we measure growth constantly, through discipline, reflection, and the quiet victories no one else sees. Another year in your life is not merely a number. It is a testament to endurance. To lessons faced. To moments where you chose patience instead of impulse.

Enclosed with this message is a gift I received when I was but a young padawan, a personal field script I compiled during my years as a wandering Jedi. It contains annotated Force techniques I relied upon beyond the Core: methods of defensive redirection for when you must stand alone, breath-centered concentration exercises for maintaining clarity under duress, and a series of awareness practices designed to sense intent before conflict fully manifests.

There are also techniques for calming unrest without ever igniting a blade. Those, I hope, you will study most carefully.

Understand this: these pages are not instructions for gaining strength. They are records of refinement. Each technique was shaped by necessity, trial, and sometimes failure. They are not sacred relics. They are tools. Adapt them. Question them. Improve upon them.

The years I spent traveling taught me that a Jedi’s greatest power is not in how effectively we wield the Force, but in how gently we choose to apply it. Strength restrained is far more formidable than strength displayed.

As you step into another year of your training, I wish you clarity in moments of uncertainty, resilience when lessons feel heavy, and the humility to continue learning even when praised. The path ahead of you will not always be smooth. It should not be. Friction shapes us. Challenge tempers us.

Take joy today. Celebrate without reservation. Share laughter with your fellow Padawans. The Order thrives not only on discipline but on light.

When we next meet, I look forward to hearing what insights you have drawn from the text. I suspect you will find interpretations I did not.

May the Force guide your steps, steady your hand, and keep your heart open.

Sven Halestorm
Jedi Knight

(Indirect: Aiden Porte | Pari Sylune )

 

[Aiden Porte]

Strohm Sikara @Open​

Aiden did not look up immediately.

He finished smoothing the glaze across the top of the sweetbread, then set the brush aside with deliberate care before turning to face Strohm fully. His gaze flicked briefly to the torn cloak, the dried purple blood.

"I am glad you returned safely," Aiden said first, his tone sincere.

He smiled as he looked over to Strohm and addressed his questions with simple honestly and truth, from his own perspective. He was sure some Jedi would disagree, but not Aiden.

"The battles will come whether we celebrate or not," he replied evenly, resting his hands against the counter. "We train them for discipline. We teach them for wisdom. We prepare them for hardship."

His eyes shifted subtly toward the corridor where distant laughter echoed. "But resilience is not built on combat alone."

He stepped toward another tray, adjusting a bowl of sliced fruit with quiet precision.

"A child who knows belonging, fights differently than one who knows only survival. A Jedi who understands joy has something worth protecting. That changes how they stand when darkness presses in."

Aiden met Strohm's gaze with a smile and only calm conviction.

"They will face war soon enough. Tonight, they learn that the Order is more than a weapon. It is a family." He allowed the faintest smile to return. "And families celebrate their own."

"You hungry my friend?" Aiden asked indicating the large variety of snacks and such that was before them. Trays that were ready to be picked up and taken over there. He did not plan on intruding, other Padawans were assisting in that regard to deliver.

 

[Jacob Solay]

TAG: Pari Sylune | Aiden Porte | Sven Halestorm | Strohm Sikara | Zhenhua | Connel Vanagor | Bettany Sal-Soren

Jacob recognized very few faces as he approached the dormitory wing.

The corridor carried an energy that stood apart from the usual late hour quiet of the Temple. Light from the glow orbs shifted in soft colors along the walls, and the presence of multiple Padawans gathered in one place created a gentle pressure in the Force that was difficult to ignore. He slowed his pace slightly, allowing himself a moment to understand the rhythm before stepping closer.

The banner above the doorway hung with clear effort behind it, though its alignment would not have passed any standard he had been raised to accept. Voices carried from inside in subdued excitement, and the faint scent of refreshments confirmed that some form of gathering was underway. Jacob did not immediately step inside. He listened, measured, and then entered with quiet composure.

The shout of surprise rose as Brin crossed the threshold, and Jacob felt the wave of collective emotion ripple through the room. Joy expressed without restraint always carried a particular clarity in the Force. He allowed the sound to settle without reacting outwardly, his posture steady as he took in the environment.

He did not recognize most of those present. That fact did not trouble him, but it placed him naturally at a distance from the easy familiarity shared among others. Conversations overlapped in relaxed patterns, and laughter came without hesitation. He remained near the periphery, not out of discomfort, but because observation had always preceded participation in his experience.

His upbringing had not included many occasions like this. Precision had been expected in conduct, in speech, and in thought. Informality had existed only within clearly defined limits. Standing in a room arranged by enthusiastic hands rather than careful planning reminded him that not every environment required exactness, even if his instincts still noted every uneven detail.

For a brief moment his thoughts turned to Zaiya Ceti, whose presence he associated with quiet competence and clarity of purpose. She would likely have moved through the room with natural ease, offering encouragement without drawing attention. The comparison passed quickly, serving only as a reminder that each path through the Order carried its own rhythm.

Jacob stepped forward when an opening presented itself and inclined his head toward Brin.

“Happy birthday,” he said, his tone measured and sincere.

He did not presume familiarity beyond that simple acknowledgment. After offering the greeting, he shifted aside to allow others closer, content to remain present without imposing himself on the celebration. His awareness extended gently through the Force, not probing, simply acknowledging the atmosphere of goodwill that filled the space.

He noticed the banner again as he settled near the wall, and with a subtle application of the Force he adjusted it until it hung straight. The correction brought a quiet sense of order that required no recognition.

The gathering continued with easy conversation and shared amusement. Jacob stood among them with calm attentiveness, accepting that while he was not deeply connected to those present, he still shared in the purpose that brought them together. Moments of simple fellowship were not distractions from the path he followed. They were reminders of the community that path served.

He remained there without impatience, composed and observant, allowing the evening to unfold at its own pace.

 

[Voli Cholrass]

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Making friends was more difficult than Voli thought. Here she was standing alone in the corner watching her fellow Padawans celebrate the birthday of somebody she did not know. Yet for some reason, Voli was invited to the party. It came as a surprise to her; she was still a ghost on Naboo staying isolated from others and only coming out to attend classes. Voli grew busier for the past few weeks working on cracking her Sith Holocron. She was almost finished unlocking the first layer thanks to some dark side artifacts she got from Mon Gazza.

"It's just for my own curiosity," Voli thought. "The voice in the Holocron promised me that the truth of who I really am will be revealed once I successfully open the Holocron."

Voli gripped the small pot containing Untei Tree. She's taking to planting lately often hanging around the gardens of the Jedi Temple. Recently, Voli read about how to grow some Untei Trees. With its connection to the Force, maybe the Birthday girl will like it. "If I can just move from my corner," Voli thought.

Pari Sylune Jacob Solay Aiden Porte Sven Halestorm Strohm Sikara Zhenhua Connel Vanagor Bettany Sal-Soren

 

[Strohm Sikara]

Aiden Porte ​

Strohm's gaze followed Aiden's down to his battered attire, as if he himself had not yet noticed until it was brought up. He wasn't used to gratitude either, so he had no response to his appreciation for the trandoshan's return. Strohm remained silent as Aiden explained the purpose and perspective behind such a party, his eyes fixed on the hall from which the celebrants could be heard.

"On Trandosha, a date of birth was of little consequence. My age only mattered to the extent that it meant I was old enough to earn my first jagganath in the eyes of the Scorekeeper. Joy came from the hunt. Belonging came from the kill." His words were not meant to counter what Aiden had said, merely to offer his own background with which to compare. "Sith, unsurprisingly, have little need for birthdays either." Much was left on said on his second point, and he clearly had no intention of delving further into it here.

Strohm did not express agreement or disagreement with Aiden. After a long pause, he simply responded with a "Hm." As if he had gained some new insight. His reptilian eyes flicked towards the platter of snacks, and he snatched up a bright red fruit in his claws. Half of it disappeared in a single swift bite. "Thank you," He said stiffly. Fruit had little practical use to a carnivorous being such as himself, but he could not deny the taste.

 

[Zhenhua]

Connel Vanagor

The smell of food was there as people were filing in and she moved. Her hoods on the floor for a moment while she towered over many of them and some of the padawans looked at her as she whipped her tail to get his attention. "Hey starring is rude." He was looking at her and she looked down but offered the food for him to be able to eat as he led her to a place she could stand and have a second plate. She stood there and looked at Connel for a moment as she bowed from her higher position then most. Her front hood clacking on the floor. "I am afraid I do not know many of these people here. I am Zhenhua."

 

[Pari Sylune]

Padawan Brin was gracious and surprised. He thanked everyone for their wonderful gifts and words. Soon the party was underway. Someone put on some music and small groups started to form.

Pari noticed a red haired boy subtly fix the banner. She smiled at him and walked over. “Thank you for fixing that.”

She noticed that a goth girl was standing near them, in the corner, so she smiled at her.

And saw the Sal-Soren, whom she knew by family name but had never met. She smiled at her as well.

“I don’t believe I’ve met any of you. My name is Pari. Thank you for coming to my friends birthday party.”

Bettany Sal-Soren Jacob Solay Voli Cholrass

((I think everyone else is paired up in convo but if you aren’t please jump into this one!!))

 

[Aiden Porte]

Strohm Sikara​

Aiden listened attenively as he finished up the serving plates, and a Padawan showed up to take them to party area. The Jedi Knight washed his hands and dried them off with a towel next.

"Well, your birthday matters here, the day you were born carries much weight. Especially among you friends and allies. I am your friend." The Jedi gave him a simple smile and nod.

"Don't forget that." He chuckled lightly.