Faction All Who Walk the Jedi Path [Any Jedi]

[Tirin Raene]

TAGS: Tirin Raene Matsu Ike Katarine Ryiah Pari Sylune Jonyna Si Jasper Kai'el Braze Rik Perris Hwo Casaana Silas Westgard Alaric Kei Amadis Sera Rath Nihro Zark San Tekka Ala Quin Kyric
All Jedi are welcome to take part.

The Exonerator drifted in orbit above a desolate moon, a lone silhouette against the pale light of a distant star. A single transponder ping pulsed outward through the void, carrying the same message sent days before:

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✦ Transmission: An Open Message to All Who Walk the Jedi Path ✦​

LOCATION:	Uncharted System | Desolate Moon, Outer Rim Territories | Aboard the Exonerator
DATE:	11/15/2025

Subject: An Invitation to Gather a Grand Jedi Council

To the Masters, Knights, and Initiates of all Enclaves, Temples, and Orders who hold allegiance to the Light,

Across the stars, the name Jedi has taken many forms. Some of us train within mountain sanctuaries; others teach beneath open skies or wander among the Outer Rim. Yet though distance and doctrine may divide us, the Force remains one.

An open invitation is extended to every enclave, every Order, and every solitary practitioner who still answers to the name Jedi.

A convocation is to be held, a Grand Jedi Council, not in title of rule, but in spirit of unity. All who wish to take part are welcome, whether few or many. The purpose of this gathering is not to impose structure or authority, but to listen, share, and seek understanding of the galaxy's present state and the role of the Jedi within it.

This council shall be a meeting of voices, and not of ranks.
Let it be the beginning of renewed cooperation, communication, and compassion among our scattered kin with the shared intention to build bridges where the years have left silence.

May the Force guide your journey, and bring us together once more.

(End Transmission)​

Inside, the main assembly deck had been cleared for arrival. The space was wide and uncluttered, lined with soft illumination strips that cast long, steady pools of light across the polished floors. A round holo-table rested at the center, inactive for now, its surface waiting for the voices that would soon fill the room.

Crew members moved quietly, making final adjustments in preperation for arrival of guests who wanted to come in person. Seating arrangements were set in a loose circle rather than rows, encouraging conversation rather than formality. A few small machines hummed in the corners, warming tea accompanied by simple refreshments for the arriving guests. Through the observation window, the silent horizon of the moon stretched out below, offering this large meeting room a serene Vista.

A walkway led from the docking rings towards the gathering chamber. Steps echoed lightly through the ship, making it easy for new arrivals to hear the presence of others before they met them face to face. This meeting was meant to feel open, approachable, and safe. Only the shared purpose of understanding the galaxy as it was and deciding what to do next.

Among them were Matteo, Raphalae, and Sable. Matteo oversaw the docks, guiding new arrivals inside. Raphalae handled the internal routes and helped visitors find their way. Sable prepared the main chamber, setting out seats and refreshments. Together they kept the ship moving smoothly and made sure every guest felt welcome.

Those who stepped aboard would find a simple sign at the entrance, projected in soft white light:

Welcome.
All Jedi paths, all traditions, all travelers of the Light.
Enter freely.

From there, the gathering could begin as soon as the first arrivals chose to speak.

Tirin settled into one of the plush velvet seats, letting the softness support his weight as the low hum of the ship filled the silence around him. For the first time since sending the transmission, he allowed himself to breathe and simply sit. He nursed a cup of warm tea allowing it to sooth his weary bones.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: All Yall I ain't pinging everyone​

The Tenacity exited hyperspace with a whisper. Inside, Jonyna Si, Master of the Bokken Order. It was still a small sect, but with her were a trio of jedi that she called her order. For now, it was enough.

As the ship came into the hanger of the Exonerator, Jonyna let out a sigh. She hadn't been back from her own self imposed exile since the founding of the Rebellion, and yet she knew what laid in front of her.

A lot of arguments about doctrine. About the Force. People telling her she wasn't a real jedi.

She didn't have anything to prove to anyone. She had seen this all before. She'd seen the galaxy turn dark, the light fade to an ember.

She wasn't here to argue. She was here to recruit.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Tirin Raene Jonyna Si

Location: The Antiquiem

The invitation had been an interesting prospect. If only because it wanted everyone there as the Silver Jedi's grandmaster remained standing. Her attention going from the central chambers of the temple where the padawans were learning. Their bodies subjected to the strangeness of the world between as they were learning resistances and focus. "That will be enough for today." She said it as the force vibrated around her... molecules shifting and vibrating where the petite masters form glided through it rising into the air to be in the middle of and look at all of them. "You are doing better, return to your temples and we will continue this next week."

They were tired and moving as the Arisen brought to them waters to refresh them. Their bodies shaking a little but they were strong and learning to resist mentally as opposed to just another kata. Her eyes followed them leaving as a hand came up altering the air while she manipulated and shifted the atoms. To stack, form and create the particles and screen in the air so she could read it. SHe smile remained on her face though as her hair floated behind her stringing itself through the bonds and connections to appear like a weightless curtain of black. Sparkling kyber beads and bells adorning it while they glinted in the light appearing more like stars.

"Well." She said it for a moment as the temple itself almost became a void of sound making her voice echo into the strangeness of it. "If nothing else." SHe focused on the force, letting it vibrate throughout her body as the unbeing came. The layer just below the galaxy, a weave of the force itself came into her minds eyes. Senses as she sought the lightside of the force and she plucked a ribbon of energy. Mentally the twang was there in a moment as it moved aside and she could see it.. the line of energy to where she wanted to go as she gripped it. Traveling in a displacement of rippling force energies that deposited her through and into the hand.

She stood there for a moment and looked around with a small look on her face as the displaced energy rippled around her.. coming back into her hands. She floated there just off the surface and suppressed her presence in the force. Making it small in the force through art of the small while manipulating the molecules so she didn't disturb the air. Her hair still fanned out and floating, skin almost glowing with a sub-dermal light that brightened her near ivory pale skin. Eyes looking more like black pools rimmed with a molten starlight but she made no sounds. Her breathing measured as she manipulated the molecules and particles in her lungs entangling them inner areas to other worlds to breathe.

She looked on but maintained a smile of interest. Her head tilting for a moment as she observed and placed her hands in front of herself clasped in an almost demure look. THe silvery white robes gleaming and clean. Both clinging to and baggy on her small frame as it almost seemed to be breathing with her. The over cloak part of it going to her boots. Her hair as she moved when she allowed it having the faintest sound of the kyber bells that resonated in the force. "Thank you for the invitation." She spoke and her voice was soft and barely audible but rebounded being able to bounce and be heard by the ones who she wanted to hear it.

 

[Fahlv Vehnek]

OOC: (If this is too stupid and a bit unrealistic, let me know and I'll edit if needed, or just leave if it's a pain... Also, my first attempt writing a mute character, so I hope I render her decently.)

It was amazing that she hadn't gotten her ass shot off on the way towards the moon.

Thankfully, the Light was with her. It always did seem to pull through, but it did seem to have quite the sense of humor about how it enabled Fahlv Vehnek to survive some of the predicaments she often got herself into...

As if being a mute wasn't enough!

The unusually designed TIE/sr scout had held up from where it had been... "Procured" from. It was wobbling as it approached the docking ring around the location that she was approaching. Apprehension and the slightest twinges of fear began to gnaw at her heart, and not from the possibility that the Imp kooks who she had gotten her ride from may have followed her... That was impossible, as heads needed bodies to move. No, Fahlv was apprehensive because she knew next to nothing about this damned research station that her damaged TIE/sr was drifting lopsidedly towards... The angle was off and worsening, buuuuuut...

KLA-CHUNKA! SCREEEEEE!

The Amaran huffed and winced as her ship roared and whined against the edges of the docking ring, making her ears fold as she hissed through gritted teeth. A swift movement of her hand allowed her dexterous fingers to scan through nearby space - her luck held out! Just at six o'clock behind her another vessel was on an approach vector! The excited Amaran stuck another key to send an automated distress beacon towards the ship at her aft-end (ha ha...)... Only for the console to explode in a shower of blue sparks at the poor Amaran's face! A gasp of shock and a twist of her face saved her whiskers and fur, even as the TIE/sr whirred and hummed, the lights fading as the power gave out at last; the ship still drifting away from the docking ring, having bounced right off of it!

A sigh of annoyance fled the girl's lower lip, and she took a moment to smooth her scarlet hair, a stray forelock popping back up at the same angle as she locked on a breath mask over her muzzle, feeling rather uncomfortable in the human-made device over her short muzzle. Adjusting the goggles and locking the oxygen canister into place at her belt, the black-furred canine lifted the mechanical emergency hatch with a nudge of the Force, popping open the "glorified can" of the TIE and gazing out into the vast cold of space.

The Light was indeed with her - Master Keeral, the crotchety old Cerean droidcrafter, was idling up right alongside her ship, which had rotated with the hatch facing his oncoming vessel! Oh, what a glorious ending to this stupid trip! Feeral was a good man - he had suspected something was amiss, because his ship angled towards the dead, drifting TIE, even as Fahlv angled her knees and pushed herself off into the coldness of space, her ghost-white robes flowing like a phantasm's eldritch glory behind her even as the chill bit into fur and skin...

 

[Casaana]

Jadefire

Casaana had arrived early, which was fortunate for her, as she'd been unable to resist the temptation to wander as much of the elegant white-gold ship as their hosts were willing to let her. The Exonerator was fascinating both visually and from a technical standpoint, though Casaana wasn't interested in expressing any of her admiration so eloquently. Instead she ran from one interesting thing to the next, removing covers and sticking her head into maintenance hatches before the caretakers finally managed to guide her to the meeting room.

Taking a seat there, she immediately sprang to her feet again to go help herself to a cup of hot tea and some finger foods, even slipping a few sandwich slices into a belt pouch for later. On her way back, she stopped in front of the Atrisian Master draped in shimmering white robes, startled by the sudden surging in the Force and her thanks echoing through the room. "Master Ike! When did you come in? Always nice to see someone from the Kashyyyk Temple!" That had been ages ago, she'd just been a youngling in those days and wouldn't be surprised if the Master didn't recognize her. Either way, she was excited to be here, taking part in what would hopefully be a historic moment.

Matsu Ike Jonyna Si Fahlv Vehnek
Tirin Raene Braze​

 

[Rath Nihro]

H O P E

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Jedi. Such a term was often placed on the enemies of the Sith, and by the same token, it served as a symbol of hope. Rath had been mistaken to be a Sith in the past, yet he never claimed to be one. For he never followed their doctrine or their rules, but followed the Force itself. He never claimed to be a Jedi either, and yet the Sith continued to call him as such.

His boots were soft on the metal flooring, nearly silent, like the whisper of his approach. The arrival of his presence would have been felt before Rath’s ship entered the hangar bay. As if the air itself had grown heavier with the Force, but unlike in the past. His presence didn’t inspire dread and violence. The moment the landing ramp popped open with a hiss, Rath’s nose was filled with a multitude of scents. So many attuned to the Force were present on the vessel. He breathed in hints of spice like cinnamon, and with it came a plethora of herbaceous scents as well.

’At least it’s better than smelling blood and death all the time.’ Rath mulled over his thoughts. His hand gingerly reached up to cover his nose as the Force felt like the celestial currents were pulling him off the ship. His feet carried him down the ramp, where he was greeted and welcomed by the one named Matteo. In contrast to how some carried themselves, he certainly didn’t wear any of the traditional robes or armor for that matter. Instead of his attire, Dawn was clipped onto his belt, and on his left flank was a Shroudsaber. Both of which served more than just mere tools. Both were the physical manifestation of Rath’s journey.

’That reminds me, I need to make my armor again.’ Rath noted. The Empire’s Shadow had served to be a dauntless ally that had kept him alive all these years, and yet it was still a stark reminder of the shadow he once cast. Regrettably, Rath didn’t pay much attention to the others aside from passing a fleeting glance in their direction. A habit of being aware of the faces within view and noting the layout of the ship. That was until he came upon the chamber where the scents were at their strongest point. Ever go into a candle shop and immediately get bombarded with all manner of scents? Yeah, that’s what it’d feel as Rath’s nose was positively burning.

There were a few that Rath recognized in passing, but he couldn’t say that he was acquainted with any of them. A habit that Rath noted he should break. His eyes were vibrant green, like the lustrous leaves of Kashyyyk, with flakes of gold that glimmered under the lighting. To him, the majority of the Jedi present were foreign, but that was the point of this meeting. To rekindle the embers of hope that had been laid bare before them.

He wasn’t anyone of importance, and given his history, Rath doubted that anyone would want to hear from him. He noted how, despite his lack of recalling faces, Rath wasn’t a stranger to eyes that seared into him from those who suffered by his hand. Without a word, Rath opted to take a seat with some gaps between himself and the others. And there he simply waited for the gathering to begin. Well, that and he’s a bit antisocial to begin with. He’d rather choose silence and observe before speaking.

 

[Fahlv Vehnek]

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Fahlv didn't get exactly why Master Keeral tended to yell at her so much! For one, Fahlv couldn't exactly say much of anything back, and for seconds, didn't he realize that the Light called each person, Force Sensitive or not, back home to the Netherworld on a purely individual basis?

It was probably one hell of a weird sight for the service crew: a strange little canid alien shuffling along on bare feet, trailed by a cursing, yelling old Cerean man behind her, even as her ears twitching, absorbing every word but choosing to ignore it for decency's sake, as well as to focus on the plate of baked Gloomroots with herb-laced Nerf butter that she had prepared for herself just now, after having located the kitchen. He had lectured her once just before they had arrived in his shuttle - Thank the Force for that - just now, but she didn't see why he had to keep on about it. His brisk steps - walking sideways alongside her as she walked forward - through those bright halls made her worry... She wasn't the idiot, he was! He was one wrong step away from falling and breaking a hip! It wasn't practical to walk sideways like he was doing.

At last, the Cerean concluded, with a stroke over his long, multi-braided and intricate beard, practically tugging it out in his frustration-fueled rant. "You'd do DAMN WELL to actually plan more than two steps ahead!! It's your lack of focus and foresight that constantly get you into these situations and are holding you back from Knighthood, as well as your abject REFUSAL to construct a lightsaber, or to allow a new Master to take you under their wing! KRIFFING IDIOT! Those are the only things holding you back from Knighthood!!"

Seriously?! Lack of foresight? Refusal of a lightsaber?

He was just jealous that she had received both a prophecy when she had been called to the Order (however minor it may be) and a specially crafted sword give to her by the Hermit that had demanded she be inducted into the Order eight years ago, most likely. The large blade was a constant weight across her back, and it was only slightly too big for her, but she used it well enough, almost like a broadsword when aided by the Ataru fighting style, and only when she used it, even then, and she had a perfectly good, borrowed lightsaber on her belt, as well. Old fart. He was a good guy, but his jealousy often got the best of him.

The Amaran entered the meeting as Master Pissypants broke off from her to find a distant chair - doubtless the other Jedi would have heard his cursing and ranting from a whole system away - but the petite alien pitter-pattered forward, set aside her still-steaming Gloomroot and utensils, and went back against the far wall, removing the bronzium scabbard and the bandolier of her pseudo-broadsword; laying it carefully against the wall. The demure Amaran shed her ghostlike outer robe, to bunch it next to the sword, properly. The petite and slim little fox alien, smoothing over her short, blood-red hair, sighed as she made her way back to her waiting vegetable, hand signaling her arrival with a wave towards the other seated at the table, with her attention focused on her plate of vegetables.

She hadn't eaten in days!