Private All along the Watchtower

[Acavna Asta]

U N I T Y​

Sentinel, Lastwall
Citadel of the Vigilants
1000 hours Local Time

A singular round table had been brought into the highest spire that towered above the colossal and ancient citadel, standing since time immemorial over the verdant foothills, an ever-present and watchful reminder of the locations past as a defensive fortification for the sprawling city of Sentinel in the valley beyond. Those that had been drawn to Lastwall in their own rights and reasons had also seen a shift coming, that soon the Galaxy would be free of the destructive aberrations that currently crawled and ungulated towards the ever-ceaseless consummation of biomass as they sought to devour as many worlds as possible during their time of existence. However, to overcome such a threat would require more than the will and force of arms that so many were beginning to find welling within themselves and without.

Defeat in Detail was still a threat to any fledgling formation that sought to stand against the Bryn'adul - for, without a unified focus or force, it did not matter if a thousand worlds rose up, they could just as easily be brought low if they did not work together or come to a simple agreement to support one another. In times past it would have been the Hellknights rising to such a challenge, yet even they understood that their own crusade of order could not withstand an overwhelming force that had already consumed countless systems and displaced so many in the galaxy. When the threat appeared to have the potential to turn towards the Confederacy - the planet of Lastwall rose up to return to its roots as defenders that they had so valued in those bygone eras. The recent past though had not been kind to the planet or those that sought to stand as a bulwark against the horrors that crept from the darkness of space.

In war the strangest of allies can often find themselves standing side by side against a more common foe - and while they did not need to like one another - they merely needed to work together towards a singular common goal. They had that common goal in mind, the destruction of the Bryn'adul and the reclamation of those systems lost to their ravenous horde. It was with that in mind that messages found their way into the possession of those that had a like-minded objective and a desire to see the Bryn'adul removed from the galaxy. It was thus the hope of the Watcher-Lord to be capable of uniting those forces together to better improve their chances of success.

The table was the first step - round and without a head - each chair was no taller than the next as to prevent the thought that any singular individual or ideology was elevated above the others, the intention to show that all who had decided to attend would be held in esteemed and as equals in an endeavor that would require their cooperation if it were to succeed. Each that had been requested - not summoned or demanded - to attend the meeting were chosen due in part to their own efforts that they had already begun to bring forward and coalesce into existence. The raven-haired woman sat quietly in her seat, elbows resting on the edge of the table and her hands clutched together - eyes closed - as if she were praying while she patiently waited, hoping, that those she had requested to speak with would in turn arrive. The Galaxy stood at a breaking point, and it was her hope that she could unite these disparate factions into a cohesive alliance that would stand against the tide as a bulwark of light in the growing darkness.

Jend-Ro Quill | Cyprian Ichar | Ravenfire | Gial Goldarr | Caedyn Arenais | Gramani Fey’la | Simeon Karth | Cedric Grayson​

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[Jend-Ro Quill]

Precious few worlds, no matter their allegiance, had a serious chance of resisting the Bryn'adul. Lastwall might be the exception. Quill knew virtually nothing about it, but the militant grandeur of the capital's statuary was certainly suggestive. He had hope. Just as important, he had a distraction from the wide and wonderful world of Jedi politics.

Visiting a thriving city always overwhelmed him, but there were drugs for that. He'd swallowed a low-dose tranquilizer upon landing; now he put down another one and went into the meeting chamber. A black-haired woman sat alone at a huge round table. Quill took a seat directly opposite her with his back to the door.

"I'm Quill," he said. "Are you our host, ma'am?"


Acavna Asta

 

[Gial Goldarr]

Location: Steady Orbit Above Lastwall​

Gial would stare down at the unfamiliar planet from the bridge of the C.W.N Spirit of Resilience, a Scythe-class battle cruiser donated by Dac as their primary contribution to the steadily growing Commonwealth Project. The invitation was a welcome one, although he was uncertain who exactly invited him or who else would be there. "Prepare a shuttle!" Gial, more commonly known as Admiral Goldarr to his men, would call out over the intercom as he began to make his way down to the shuttle bay. He would go unescorted, a sign of trust. Hopefully the battle cruiser hovering above the planet would be enough to dissuade any funny business that may arise.

As the shuttle flew over the city, Gial couldn't help but feel a certain level of primitiveness to the buildings. The Coral City was hard durasteel, high rises, monoliths to industry. Sentinel seemed almost.. medieval. Yet, Gial had long since learned that power came from unsuspecting places. As the shuttle landed, Gial would disembark, taking a few minutes to walk through the streets of the city as he grew increasingly more interested in his new surroundings. Steadily he would make his way to the meeting hall, entering quietly. He felt no need to truly declare his presence, rather he would walk to the table and take a seat equally between both Jend-Ro Quill and Acavna Asta. After getting comfortable in his seat he would listen quietly to Quill's question, deciding he will wait to introduce himself