Faction All Who Walk the Jedi Path [Any Jedi]

[Tirin Raene]

TAGS: Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Casaana Tirin Raene

A hush settled across the room as the young Padawan rose to call for attention. Tirin had no qualms about letting the youth speak first. He inclined his head to Casaana in quiet thanks, content to let the future of their Order begin the proceedings. The convocation was meant to give them room to find their voices, to name their concerns, and to learn how the wider galaxy was shaping the lives of different enclaves and traditions.

When Fahlv Vehnek began to sign, Tirin straightened a little in his seat. He watched her hands carefully. He was careful to note that the droid was relaying her meaning as she gave it, doing his best to ensure her question was heard clearly and attributed properly. He was silent as the young Amaran's query hung in the air, listening as Casaana answered with her own developing insight, and then as others around the circle added their voices in turn.

He leaned slightly toward Matthew of Valendale with a quiet aside, too soft to disturb the flow of speakers. A moment later Matthew addressed one of his attendants, and Tirin watched the figure slip from the chamber to see to whatever quiet task had been requested.

When Master Matsu Ike finished speaking, Tirin turned his attention fully to her and inclined his head in respect.

"Your generosity honors the assembly. Thank you for reminding us what cooperation can build. The Silver Jedi's contributions stand as a testament to service freely given, and we are grateful.

Presently, my associates and I have established a safe haven to provide schooling and medical care for the wounded and ill, far from the galaxy's core. Ty'Raj Vex , Aether of the Iron Order , Ko Vuto , Loomi , Valin Zenth , and I are presiding at the Veridian Jedi Academy. We are working to offer support alongside Jasper Kai'el 's efforts on Refuge and the city of Respite.

With regard to building new temples, I would suggest we begin by dispatching small teams of two Temple Guards to assess the status of our existing sanctuaries and their conditions.

As we all know, service takes many forms. Some among us mend wounds while others rebuild sanctuaries, and still others tend to the earth itself. One of the young Jedi here has been helping cultivate farmland to support refugees and those living far from the core, and I have chosen to support that initiative.

Master Jonyna Si , I understand your efforts have taken a different path, one focused on addressing threats that stir in the outer reaches. If you would be willing, perhaps you could share what the Wild Space Rebellion has been working toward?"

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

The Exonerator
Tags: Aliris Tremiru , Tirin Raene , Casaana , Jonyna Si , Jace Rhane , Katarine Ryiah, Fahlv Vehnek , Matsu Ike , Rath Nihro

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Order of Outcasts
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We are working to offer support alongside Jasper Kai'el's efforts on Refuge and the city of Respite.

And on queue, as though summoned by word, Jasper arrived. A bit late, but it seemed that he had made it just in time for the beginning of the discussion proper. He'd make his way to somewhere out of the way to not draw too much attention. Well, any less attention than he drew on a regular basis. He wasn't exactly the most ordinary looking fellow.

A good turnout. It was more than he would have expected. Then again, maybe there was just that much up in the air that people were worried about.

Aliris kept to the side, kept her eyes moving. Watching and listening.

It was Aliris that he wound up standing next to. He offered discrete half wave and a grin.

"Hey, kid," he greeted in a hushed tone. "Good to see you out and about. Been a while, yeah?"

She certainly seemed to have grown a sort of subtle determination. Not something that had been present when Braze had originally brought her to the Order.

“What do you want to do?”

"I just- I want to be a kid again! I'm so tired of fighting and being scared- But I don't know what to do. I'm so- I just- I'm so scared of everything!"

He couldn't help but wonder if she felt like she had gotten enough time to be a kid again. One minute she was... and then she was asleep. A good couple years at that, not insubstantial time. He could sympathize with a loss like that. The Hyperspace War was sort of like losing a few years of his life, in a metaphorical sense. And then getting whisked away by that thing for a year to Firefist...

Perhaps that was just a part of becoming an adult that everyone had to come to terms with. Nothing lasted forever after all.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Uncharted System | Desolate Moon, Outer Rim Territories | Aboard the Exonerator
Objective: Attend the meeting
Tag: All folks at the meeting / Jasper Kai'el / Braze / Jonyna Si
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Unfashionably late, Silas finally arrived at the meeting. He had intended to be early for such an important event, but when a band of pirates decided it was a brilliant idea to hijack a shuttle, the knight didn't have the heart, or the stomach, to ignore the distress call when he was so close. It didn't take him long to clear them out and alert the nearest authorities, but it did leave him with a new problem: he was now showing up noticeably dirty, scorch marks smudged across his clothing and face.

A small price to pay to help others in need, huh.

It seemed the call had drawn quite a crowd, and from the looks of it there were more than a few familiar faces. The first to catch his eye was Jonyna Si, known for her strength and ferocity. Silas had never spoken with her much, but her presence was a constant at the Jedi temples. Another was the Brat, better known as Braze, the padawan of an old friend Silas hadn't seen in far too long.

Standing and listening intently to the discussion with folded arms, he couldn't help glancing over at Jasper. He offered him a small smirk followed by a wink, an unspoken promise that they'd catch up later and go over everything they'd missed. For now, though, they both needed to focus and hear what everyone else had to say.

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[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Katarine Ryiah Tirin Raene Jasper Kai'el Aliris Tremiru Casaana Fahlv Vehnek Matsu Ike Rath Nihro Silas Westgard​

Jonyna had intended to keep up her conversation with Kat, but that could be picked up later it seemed. The meeting, for what it was worth, was starting.

Jonyna sat down, idly watching those who joined. New Jedi Order members from all walks. Padawans, Knights, Masters of all rank. The grandmaster of the Silvers, though Jonyna had no impression to go off with them.

And yet no sign of the Nobles. The ones who should be here speaking.

Suddenly, the one who called this meeting seemed to address her.

"Master Jonyna Si , I understand your efforts have taken a different path, one focused on addressing threats that stir in the outer reaches. If you would be willing, perhaps you could share what the Wild Space Rebellion has been working toward?"

Jonyna let out a cough. She hadn't truly intended to go on a speech herself. She preferred to have been more subtle in her recruitment, but...

Might as well.

"I've always taken a different path, it would seem. Depending on who you ask, some would say I was never a very good jedi. Some still might. I don't care. I come from an era originally, much like this one. Where Imperial powers sought to wipe our sacred order out. Not just one sect of it, all of it. I won't let history repeat itself. There's a word for people like me. Bokken. Outsiders to the traditional ways of the jedi. I wasn't raised in a temple, and if I'm honest, I agree with Jace Rhane over there. I think our order uses Temples as a crutch. A place to hide away. My sect, whatever you want to have an opinion on it, is trying to keep the light alive. I understand we're all tired, all reeling from the loss of the Alliance, but if I've learned anything from my 930 years alive, you can't let that kill your drive to fight. I'm looking for outcasts. People who want to keep fighting, but don't fit in to the security of the High Republic. If you find safety in their halls, their temples, I don't blame you. But I watched as they stood idle during the invasion of Coruscant, the fall of the core worlds. Wild Space is where we're meeting. If you want in, ask me personally."

With that, she yielded the floor.

She wasn't interested in people grieving. She'd watched one Republic fall before. The Alliance was another casualty. One she already mourned in private.

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

"Hello, Master Kai'el. It has been a while."

Aliris offered a faint smile before giving a respectful bow of her head. Master Kai'el had been why she even started on this path all that time ago, and now she was hoping to live up to whatever potential he might've seen in allowing her to live with the Jedi. Without the fear of possession, her confidence had been aloud to be built.

After coming to terms with the lost years, at least.

"I'm not sure what help I can offer, but I will do what I can."

Jasper Kai'el

 

[Tirin Raene]

TAGS: Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Casaana Tirin Raene

"Master Si speaks from an old wound, and from a place that many of us share. We have all watched something we loved burn. Some of us have watched it happen more than once.

I will not stand here and tell a veteran of nearly a millennium that her path is invalid. The light has never survived by being only one thing. There have always been temple keepers and wanderers, archivists and warriors, those who teach in halls and those who teach in hiding or in exile.

But I will say this. Temples are not, in themselves, a crutch. They are a tool. Some use that tool to hide. Some use it to gather the lost, to shelter the wounded, to give children a place where the blaster fire cannot reach them.

Wild Space needs guardians. So does the Core. So do the people who cannot, and will not, ever see a star destroyer, yet still suffer beneath smaller tyrannies.

If you wish to recruit those who no longer feel they belong in temple halls, that is your right. I only ask that in doing so, you do not teach them that their siblings who remain are cowards. We will need each other again, sooner than any of us would like.

I would see us as differing branches of the same tree, not rival banners scrambling for the last loyal hearts. The galaxy has enough factions. What it lacks is trust, understanding and empathy. But every path we carve teaches a lesson. If your rebellion becomes a home only for the disillusioned and the angry, its strength will be matched by its volatility. If its foundation is the idea that those who remain in established orders are sheltered, complacent, or somehow less true, then you are no longer simply recruiting. You are dividing.
If your Wild Space Rebellion is an auxiliary shield around the same light, then we are allies. If it becomes a rallying point for resentment against every institution that disappointed us, then you are building a new fracture for the dark to pry open.

That distinction is not symbolic. It will decide whether we stand together in the next storm, or face it scattered.

Let us not blame each other for a burden that was never meant to be carried by any one of us alone, least of all when it was laid upon us by our enemies. Instead, let us remember that the only way we have ever survived such storms is by standing together."

By now the attendant had returned with several wooden dowel rods in a large paper bag, which he offered to Tirin. He accepted the odd assortment, bowing his head in thanks to the man before looking to Fahlv Vehnek with a pointed glance, briefly locking eyes with the young one.

"Allow me, if I may, to illustrate a point."

The dark furred youngling was summoned with a small crook of his finger. As she came closer, he drew a single wooden dowel rod from the bag, about the width of a finger, and held it up for everyone to see.

"The strength of one is important. Just as a single grain of rice can tip the scales of balance, so too can a single person tip the course of a war."

He set the rod between his hands and bent. It S N A P P E D loudly in the quiet of the room.

"One alone will break under even gentle pressure."

He moved to hand the young Amaran two rods. "Take these, hold them together, and try to break them between your hands as I have." With effort, the two rods would still break. He accepted the broken pieces without judgment and then handed her six rods bound together, inviting her to try again. At last he gave her twelve. By the time she reached the final bundle, it would be all but impossible to break them between two hands.

"Together, we are far stronger than any one of us standing alone. I implore those present to be more mindful of sentiments that would drive us further apart. We do not have to agree on all things, but let us take care not to do our enemies' work for them."

 

[Rath Nihro]

H O P E

Outfit
Tag: Tirin Raene Jonyna Si Aliris Tremiru Casaana Fahlv Vehnek Jace Rhane Matthew of Valendale Braze Katarine Ryiah

The gathering had achieved one of its goals for the time being. Jedi from different sects and individuals have collected into a singular room, and Rath couldn’t shake the notion that these weren't all of the Jedi either. Not when he could feel the chaotic current being soothed and drawn to other corners of the galaxy. So many souls of different shades of Light conversing with one another. Some greeted each other as if they were old friends, mentors, and perhaps even family. Or, at least as close to a family that a traditional Jedi would allow.

Floral scents filled his lungs with each breath he took. Each force user had a specific scent, and with so many in a confined space, it was difficult to discern which one belonged to whom. Unlike many, perhaps all Jedi and Sith alike, Rath cannot sense the Light or the Dark side of the Force. Instead, he can only smell it, which could be handy in most circumstances, but the downside is how intensely it can get. It was the reason why Rath wore a mask throughout most of his life to block the putrid scent of blood and death that cloaked each dark sider.

The first to speak, the spark for the meeting, was someone younger. Where she laid bare of conflicts, beliefs, and unity against the notions of war. However, when Fahlv Vehnek began to sign, Rath admittedly didn’t understand what was being communicated, and if it weren’t for the protocol droid translating, then it was likely he would have never understood. While he was certainly no stranger to call signs from his years within the military, Rath couldn’t claim that he was fluent or even taught proper sign language.

Others chimed in as well, each speaking their piece, and all the while Rath remained silent. His eyes flitted from one speaker to the next without saying a word of his own. Currently, there are different sects and orders within the Jedi. They were at an impasse, so to speak, about what direction they should focus on. On one hand, there were Jedi who opted to focus on healing and rebuilding places of importance related to the Jedi as a whole. The other half, however, was more keen on taking action against the increasingly growing Galactic Empire.

Rath’s arms remained crossed over his chest, unmoving as if he was the least bothered. He wanted to simply be the observer, to let the Force play its course rather than forcibly orchestrate it, and yet it felt like they were going to repeat the same cycle as it had always done. For a moment, Rath closed his eyes to hone his senses towards the Force. To feel the flow like the current of a vast river, and what he felt wasn’t just one direction, but rather the Force was being split into many, smaller streams. Each path led its own walk, and yet as Rath cast his sight further, he could distantly see the paths meet once again to form a bigger pool. The only thing that was required was… patience.

As he withdrew his sight, the Force streaking past his mind’s eye like silver tears of the galaxy, Rath opened his eyes once more as Master Jonyna Si spoke of her starting a rebellion. A notion that would certainly be squashed like many others by the Empire. It was practically their regime to stomp out any resistance, no matter how insignificant it might be, and once upon a time, Rath was also the one who often pointed his blaster and lightsaber at the rebels. The irony didn’t miss his attention when he considered doing the very same thing he once fought against.

The floor was yielded once more, and Rath found himself wondering if he should speak at all. Given the fact that he once served the Eternal Empire, and later the Dark Empire. He had committed more heinous acts in the past in the name of an empire that had either faded into history or been reformed by those who usurped the places of power. A notion that had felt meaningless in the present day. Or perhaps that was due to the feeling of losing everything once before. His friends, family, mentor, lover, and purpose weren’t spared.

He sighed before the dark-haired man began to speak. Never before has he deemed to speak in such gatherings, nor had he done anything that would make him stand out. Yet this was a terrible habit that he not only wanted to break, but also rekindle what hadn’t been touched upon yet. Not completely, at any rate. Nobody knew Rath, or at least that was what he thought, and those who did know him only knew from the time he was essentially the Empire’s spear.

”Sanctuary.” A single word rolled from Rath’s lips, but it was less than a question or a suggestion, but a statement. He let it sit in the open space for a moment, letting them ponder on it as before Rath followed up on it.

”Now that the Galactic Empire has risen, what you need to create is a sanctuary. A place where people of different paths can find solace within the churning storm. A symbol of hope, not just for us, but for the people.” Such symbols once belonged to planets such as Tython and Coruscant. That hope was not just sparked, but cultivated within the once sanctified halls by the numerous Jedi who were raised and trained there. It was a fleeting moment in comparison to the stifling darkness that had clouded the planet, but Rath, for once, had felt the serenity within the planet.

He didn’t need to tell them whether they should focus on gathering their numbers and rebuilding what was lost. Nor did he need to direct them where to turn their ire, if any, towards. The majority of them knew what to do in their own way, and some of them merely needed guidance to direct their energy to a path.

”Hope will continue to burn in those who remember a time where war and oppression were but a distant memory. No matter how slowly you move, hope will continue to hold so long as you don’t stop moving.” Rath paused as he rested his elbows on his knees and slightly leaned forward. His eyes slowly drifted from one face to another, addressing to them as a whole rather than any single sect, order, or individual. His voice was rather calm, like soothing rain on the smouldering forest.

”Remember what you’ve been through, and look how far you’ve come. Whether it is by the Force’s will or your actions, we still breathe to make a difference. You already know what to do. See to those lives you’ve saved, the communities you’ve helped, and those who struggle. By being the change we want to see, we can cultivate our own Hope of Light.” Rath lightly tapped a finger over the back of his other hand in thought. His vision slightly drifted to the lower left corner as a memory surfaced. A distant time, and yet he knew that the Empire would be keen on eliminating anyone who dared to oppose them, or coerced them to join their side instead.

”I intend to focus my efforts on hindering the Empire’s growth by dismantling what gives them strength. To buy you, and everyone else outside of this ship, time to rekindle that Hope. So that the galaxy can be reminded of what it was like to breathe without inhaling the embers of war.” What more than a few had either forgotten or overlooked it. Factions such as the Galactic Empire didn’t rise overnight. Instead, it took generations of unrest, victims of suffering, and cruel people in power to build their forces.

Rath didn’t have anything else to say on the matter as he straightened in his seat. His attention focused less on the Jedi and more on the Force itself. The currents didn’t resist, but he hoped that would be enough.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Tirin Raene Rath Nihro​

Jonyna raised an eyebrow, standing once more. "Don't mistake my comment for a call of cowardice. I've seen the High Republic's warriors in battle now. I know they're willing to fight back. But my new order is simply a place for those who do not fit in with the traditions of old. I never did, and I don't think I ever will. That shouldn't make any of us less of jedi. We should all have a place. The Wild Space Rebellion is both sanctuary for those seeking it, and a place to fight back. The Galactic Empire is much more than than the only threat to galactic peace. Let's not forget about the other Imperials at the table, and their leaders history with hitting innocent planets. Or are we forgetting about the Black Sun? Who tout slavery openly as part of their credit making schemes?"

Jonyna let out a sigh. She wasn't here to argue.

"All I ask is for those who are able to keep fighting. I'm not trying to split our efforts, only take a different path to achieving it. One that isn't tied up in politics. That's what killed the Alliance. Am I wrong in saying I see The High Republic is not similar in that problem? Jedi shouldn't be tied to those sorts of things. We should be hitting the Imperials where it hurts. Freeing those the Black Sun imprisons. Showing the galaxy what it means to be free."

 

[Jace Rhane]

Jace pursed his lips after listening to the long winded words of his compatriots. He looked over at Master Si.

“The Jedi are the stewards and Guardians of the galaxy. We have, for the last three thousand years, protected, or failed to protect the galaxy. Even this-“ He gestured around the room. “Is politics, Master Si. We are not immune, but rather subjected to, the politics of the galaxy. We cannot ignore the will of many for our own vision and version of stability. Less-“ He put up a cautionary finger.

“We find ourselves thinking like our ill-minded cousins.” He referred to, of course, the Sith. It was a well known fact in the room that prior to being redeemed by the Order of the Silver Jedi some years ago, Jace…

Was a Sith knight after turning away from the Jedi.

“The Mandalorians, the Black Sun, the Empire, the Diarchy, the Imperial Coalition, the Sith. So many fronts of wars we cannot wage without much help. Even with all our mysticism and power, we are but few. Jedi have been killed in droves as of late by the blade and blaster alike. We should not think ourselves mystical demigods, but stewards of peace. To that end, I agree with Master Si, to a point. But our efforts are better focused than they are split. To which I say, we find the greatest threat to the galaxy and come to an agreement to fight it together firstly. Otherwise we will leave here with no solution and no end to our suffering within sight.” He leaned forward, resting his head on folded hands.

“I wonder, however, if we do not invite reckoning upon ourselves by doing so. I’m sure you’re all familiar with the story of Revan and his Jedi- we must be cautious of our desire for peace and our desire to wage war for it.”

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

The Exonerator
Tags: Tirin Raene , Jonyna Si , Jace Rhane , Aliris Tremiru , Rath Nihro , Silas Westgard

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Order of Outcasts
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"I'm not sure what help I can offer, but I will do what I can."

"Well, that's half the battle," Jasper mused. "There will be lots to do... I trust that Tirin will offer you guidance on where to put your effort."

The discussion was in full swing now, and already things were beginning to heat up. There would be a lot of conversation about why the Galactic Alliance was lost in the coming days. Everyone was sure to have their thoughts about the matter. There was a lot they needed to justify in their heads after all. Something so large shouldn't just fall apart so quickly, right?

Silas Westgard arrived, late as usual. Not that he had much room to judge. He was tardy himself. The most he could do was offer a slight wave of acknowledgement back.

I'm not trying to split our efforts, only take a different path to achieving it. One that isn't tied up in politics. That's what killed the Alliance. Am I wrong in saying I see The High Republic is not similar in that problem?

"There was a reason that the New Jedi Order's collaboration worked for as long as it did," the former council member chimed in. "It was a relationship that was formed in mutual benefit. The Galatic Alliance facilitated our work. I think that the dysfunction of these last few years will cloud are perception of that collaboration. It was that arrangement that saw us defeat the Brotherhood of the Maw and outlast the New Imperial Order. The High Republic maintains stable boarders and has a standing military ready to defend all sides. They have already waged conflict with the Black Sun. That is not a wrong path to walk for those of us who see value in that fight. There just needs to be an awareness that these things have a natural end to their life."

As far as he had seen the High Republic was not yet in that stage of it's life. It was young, certainly still with time to reach the same highs as the Galactic Alliance. Even so, there was a natural cycle to all things. It would not last forever. Maybe that was the issue that the Order was facing. Wanting to hold on too tightly.

“I wonder, however, if we do not invite reckoning upon ourselves by doing so. I’m sure you’re all familiar with the story of Revan and his Jedi- we must be cautious of our desire for peace and our desire to wage war for it.”

"Knight Rhane is correct," Jasper noted. "There is no denying that emotions are... high... right now. That is a pitfall we best stay clear of. The truth of the matter is that we are all here because we are tied up by investment. It doesn't matter if that's fidelity to a concept or a physical place, the fact of the matter is that there is an attachment. As with all things in life, we cannot let it blind our judgement."

It was better that they took things slow. They could fight, yes, but the risks of jumping in too hastily without stitching themselves back together first made it a ticking time bomb. Eventually someone would snap.

"We have places to gather," he added. "The least we can do is put ourselves back together before walking the warpath again."

 

[Matsu Ike]

Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Casaana Tirin Raene

SHe listened more and mostly watched. It was an interesting exchange between some of them.. not as heated as some conclaves but also less proclamations... which might have been better. Usually someone wanted to do something and that was it there were are least a form of plan being presented. She debated revealing that they had temples in prefab deployment pods for that purpose. She enjoyed listening to them though there was a lot of information and she just remained floating there with herr hands up. One holding the bag of edible kyber she haad formed and the other going into the bag while she pulled it out and ate the pieces like popped corn... oh she should have brought some of the crystals from the death starr here, the conversion to popped crystal candies had been beneficial when they were sabotaging the chambers. Connel Vanagor and his Omega Squad had been great in that regard. She nodded along dividing her attentions among the conversations which were largely on more governments she rarely paid attention to. "If you want fighters or at least those looking for threats the Hidden Path has been working out well. Valery Noble had me construct their base ship and Connel is every bit his father so far in combat prowess and skill. His teams attacks on the Death Starr were good and helpful. They have been using some of the facilities on Peridea and Wandering Mountain. We just helped upgrade aa lot of their combat gear and ships. New Solari fighters and cruisers with deployable temple pods."

 

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̸̡̢̛͚̗͍̼̰͔͓͕̥̫̞͐̂̆̌̉͂̂̂͐͘̚ͅm̶̹̣̟̜̑̾̆͆̆͠o̸̡̢̥̙̯̫͙̱̽̅̍̌́̋m̶̨̧̡̰͎̜͙͔͙͓̗̎̋̎̚e̶̡̙͕̟̲̱̘̿͑͌͒͊́̓͆͂͘͘n̸͈̖̞͈̙͕̭͖͐͛̄͋͊̿͜ţ̵̻̩̪͎͔͒̈́̇̃̆͂̅̋̄͐.̷̧̰͑ ̵͎͖͎͘E̶̼͔̠̺͚͍͈̓̽̿̉̾̋̂v̶̜̞̰̪͗̀̈́̀͊̊̓͜͜͝ẻ̷̢̢̮̙̥͉̤̻͇̬̄́͊͑̎͗͗̄͂̉r̵̢̧̺̪̳̺̥̬̖̼̼̼̤͍͂̊͋͊̎̀̓̐̀̀̌͐͘͜y̶͉̬̱̞̗̠̩̤͊̈́͂̂̎͒̚͜͝͠t̴͓͆̑̈͌̄́̀̑̀͝h̵̭̺̠̏͗̌͆͑̎̈́̾͂̏͂͗͘̚͜i̴̩̟̩̰̗̹̰̲̞̦͉̫͓͉͇͛͆͒͆n̸͔͕͎͖̻͉̦͕̰̖̻͍̽͊̾̋̊̈́͛̃̅ğ̸̻͉̂̃̚ ̷̢̭͕͕̖̜̮̯͙̳̏̃̐̽͝ă̶̢̙͇̪͎̤͚̦̰͌͊̐̓̿̕͜b̸̼̊̽̾̏̄̏̈̒͜͠͝ö̷̡͙̖͙͍̩̤̞̦͈́̓̐̈́́̔̍͋̈́̌́͜͠ͅừ̴̗̪̹̤̯̘̆̿́̀͒̀̽͝t̴̫̻̮̯͙̤̠̯̲̅̍̚ ̸̟̻̖͇̹͉̮̰̬̍͋̌̀͆̋͂̂͗̏͊͆̎ͅt̸̺̖̙̯̗̼͖̯̗̖̘͆̓̉̏́̽̔̈̕ḩ̷̨̙̮̜͙͈̪͇̟̪̜̞̕͜i̸̖̟̓̓̅̍̃̀̊̋́͌́s̵͖̟̦͚͎̄̌̽͗̊̀͆͠ ̸̧̨̨̢̛͙͉̮̪̤̦̰͓̱̠̈́̃͌̃̒̉͆̊́̀̔͜͝t̷̛̩̤̘͙͉͕͎͎̗̥̎̒͌͛̉̍̄͌̆̊͌̕͠ͅr̶̯̟̭͓̬̩͕̯͈̪̫̬̈́̎̀̀̍̋̋i̸͖͓̬̤̺̞̩̺̯͎̙̲̬̎̐͜p̶̢̩̦̯͚̟̦͈̈́͌̄͛̌ ̸̫̣͐̇̃͂̒̐͘ẁ̸̪̬͔̞͔̻̫͈͍́̂̒̂̊̓͆̈̌̚͜ͅͅa̵̛͈̱͚̥̥̫̰̮̫̜̼͆̈́̊͛̑̀͒̇͗̚s̸̢̛̭̭̱̠̟̰͎͓̼̊͂̑̓̌̌̄̔̉̃̄͆̿̕ ̵̡̛̱̜̳̮̖̣͍̱͚̦̟̮̹̌̈́͌͊̑̄̔̅̐̏͑͘ḏ̶̳̱̬̬̹̣͍̱̯͇̝̍͒́́͐͒̽ͅa̴͚͇̖̩̜̐̿̆͒͒̐͒̈ǹ̷̢̝̯̠̝̤̤͕̖̺͓̅͒͗͗̒̊͜ğ̷̢̟͉͙̗̦̬̲̱̙̓̇́̿͑̈̕e̵̟͉̖̐̒́́̂̋̀̃̎́̆̀̏̕͜͜r̶̻̩̠̘̟̺̘̺̐́̈́ỏ̸͉̠͎͍̑͑̀͗̓̚ų̸̨̧̫̠̙͕͈̼̜̫̪̄̅̈́́s̷̟̖̤̯͓̫̬̰̘̻͍͉͚̋̐͗̃͜ ̶͚͉̜͖͚̘̟͍̃͗͌̃͜͝ş̸̻̰̖̬̙̺̭̩͉̗͂͂ǫ̶̡̰͔͇̟̭͇̫̫͈͍̀̆̐̈́̒̈̌̊̕̕̚͠ ̴̨̛̯̜͚͍̙͓̲̰̠̱̖̙̖̌͆̓̐̉̃̔̆̆t̴̛͔͎͈̱͔̖̎̐́͗̽̎̕h̴̦͍͓͈͕̼̘̥̪̫͓̺͂͊̋̄̑ẽ̷͕̰̮̪͇̥͗r̵̡̬̞͓̯͚͉̜̗̯̗̽e̴̢̛͇̟̮̘͎͙͔̣͙̘͆̽̈̂͗̿̇͊͝ ̶̛͕̠̜̼͓͕̫̠̝̻͕͔̈̈̓̾̃͆̆̉͌͜w̷̢̙̙͎͕̗̩̖̮̆̈́͐͊̈̕͠à̴͔̭̺̯̎̈́̉̾̀͐͊͑̈̆́̀̀͜s̵̢̠͇͚̺̞̜̘̲̜̩͐̿͋̍͝ͅ ̵̧̨͚͍͙͙̭̞̙͖̙͔̗̽͋̈́̕͜ȑ̵̡̨̨͕̦̺̣̖͓̗͇̼̖͌́͂̔̈́̕͝͝ͅe̷͚͌̉̋̓͆́̇̃̿͂̃̈a̴̧̘̪̘̾̀̕ļ̷͈͖͚͍͇̤̹̝̥͕̠̄̊́̑͘l̸̞̣͑̄̀ẙ̵͚̭͓ ̷̹̮̭̳͚͒n̵̛̬̞̗͔̆̾͆͘͠͝o̶͔͎̲̩͐́̑̈́͐̓̈́̐͠͝ ̴̭̩̲͔̱͈̳̗̥̎́̃̈́́̏̊̏̿͝ẅ̴̛̩̲̰̦͈̘̫͍̰͕́̈́̿̊̄̽̏̊̃̔͑͜͝͝a̷̡̧̳̺̲̦͉̺̮̠͖̱̞͊̔y̴̨̧̱͙͚̺̗͉̖͑ ̸̧̳͎̭̻͍̥̭̋t̵̨͒̄̓̈́͝o̶͎̫̭̘̼͉̜͔̓ ̸͖͉̪͈͎̭̖̿̏̋̈́̈́̑̄̄̎͠͝m̶̧̧̡̹͖͍̪͗̈̑͂̔̾̉͋͝ī̶̧̨͎͓̜̪̩͍͙͓͓́͜ń̵͍̀͆͆̄͘̚̕i̶͙͙̐͗̔̃̑͌͋̀͋͒͝͝m̴̡͈̼̩̼͖̰̭͖̥̾̔͋̀͝ͅḯ̵͉͕̬̠͗̑̍̄͒͂̍̏͒z̴̹̳̰̻̭͖͖̩̮͍̰̝̅̌͗̀̒̌̀͛̅́̂͒̓͘ȩ̴̤̩̂͊ ̴̘̤̝͕̟̣͓̲̘̱̲̾̆̑́̑͜t̷̪͈͈̞̣͙͉͕̪̣̬̭͈͆̈́̈̀͜h̸̫̦͕̓̊̂̀̂̀̆̓͆͆̎͋̍͠e̷̛͙͎͇̗͕͉̣̣̘̒̂̄͑͑̐̃̐͛̒͘͝ ̸̭̹̓̀͛̊͗́̃̓͑͌̓̚͝h̴̢̧̲̺͉̠͓̭̮͚̿͛̈́̑͒̆̃̊̃̑̒̇͆ạ̷͐̈́̈́̇͒̀̔̄̓̚͝r̵̘̔̾̑̈́̈́͌̎̆̈́͆̒̀̀̾́m̶̨͔̬̪͈̥̿͆̉́̋̽̑̐͐̊͗̕͘͠ͅͅs̵̘̻̬͕͕͈͉̮̈́̓́̀̆͛̓͠ ̸̢̰̘̱͔̣͛̈́̔͂̂͜w̵̧͉̭͔̞͋̋̏̀̑̚̚a̴̢̡̯̮̩̝͎͍͖̤̾̆͑̌̉̄̉͐̒̈̽ỷ̸̩̲̳̖̗̹́̐̑̽̈́̐̇ ̸̨̯͎̥͉̀s̶̨̨̫͓̰͙͔̝͑͊̐̑͑ͅh̴͉̯͍̰̤̘̯̭́̏̄̈́̋͐͝͠ȇ̵̡̢̱͙̙̠͔̦̻͚̣̓̑̎̆͌͋͌͜ ̸̩̣͉̠͔̰̻̺̘̦̲̞͚̮͔̌̑͊̐̓̅̽̏͌̾̍͑̄͆ŵ̴̨̈́̓͆̊͂͘a̵̰̭̦͖̭̱͉̓̌̈́̓̉͜ͅs̸̛̺͓̉̽̏̓̈́̂̀̓͘͘͘͜͜͝ ̵̧̬͓̖̝̣̊̓̏͒̈́̊̑̾̇͌͂͊̚͠p̶̧̣̼̝̹̬͚̅̏̃̆̂̅̂͌͗͌̑̍͝ͅĺ̶̨̡̨̥͓̣̬̙̦̰̫̘̠̝̏̉̃͂̈́̓̓̎̀̋̚̕a̶̢͎̣͑͊͊̾̑͋̏̒̈̓̚c̷̛͓̈͋͌̃͗̅͗̃͋̂̚͝ì̶͚͉̞͓̞̟̘̤̻̍̾̅̓̓̔̀̏͘n̶͓̻͇̯̥̟͎̞̬̮̎̃̍͋̋̇̅g̶̻̗͕̜̘͓̬̊̎̓͒̕ ̴̢͚̣̹̦͚̺̥̯̯͊̄̃̑͆͐͌̎͗͑̉̈́͝ͅͅh̸̡̧̜͎̟̟̫͚̘̳̬̪͕͚̓̋̀̓͐͆́̔̾͘̕i̶̧̪̣͍̝̪̥̟͎̦̯̺̝̬̦̽̎̆̈̎̈̏͌͒͘̚m̴̛͖͊̎͆͝ ̵̛̥͍̼̳̮̫̗͗̃̆͗́į̶̲̖͈̭͍͕͓̖͍̳̼̭͉̏̓̎͋͂̓̎́n̷͎̼̺͚͖̜̊͌̇̎̈́͒̀͋͊̇͐͊̆.̵̼̮̗̦̫̩̬̤̭̪̫͆ ̴̨͉͚̝̝̩̜͍̿̒̿̆͐͂̉Ş̴̛̦̆̐̀̿̐̏̽͑͛͒̔h̶̰́͛̉͗ȩ̶̧͉̰͔͎͙̣̖͖̤͖̌̓̓́́̿͒͂͘ ̴̯̋̑̍̌̏͌̐͑a̷̢̳͌̾̉̀̅͋̓͆̄̚͠͝ļ̷̞͉̭̱̝̥̖͈̾͐̊̽̊̃̑̃͛̚͜͝ś̴̡̛̪̮̼̞̞͂̽̑́̂̈́͛̏̾͒͂̆͋ͅȯ̶̻̣̙̘̖͓̜͇͔̙̮̟̏͒̐͐̈̄͗͛͌̍̆̕͘͠ͅͅ ̴̢̧̢̯͎̘̳̘̽̿̀́̆̓́͑̈́̕d̶̡̳̱̗̄͂̀̋̔́̍́͘͘i̸̧͉̱̪̳͕̣͖͋̈͛͠d̵͙̞̼̤̹̀̐̈́ͅn̷̜̑̂͂̇̋̀͊̍̓͝'̶̭̺͙͈͉̭̙̟̽̀̏̃͗̏̊̆͛̏̇̔̿̕͜t̶͕̝̃͑͂̃̊̇̒̉̍̀͌ ̵̛̼͔̘͎́̊̿̈́̿̔̓́̿͘ķ̶̨͓͕̻̼̪̙̖̯̥̖̺́̉͒͗͌̏̃̒̕̕̕͝n̷̺̒͂ớ̸̡͈̥͖̤̣̣͚̰̹̱̻̘̱͑̀͋̈̊̓̉̋͗́͛͝w̴̬̺̱̺̣̯͎̯̍͌̋̌́̊̋̑̉̏̃ ̷̡͍̮̖̘̪̠̮͚͐̓͊̑͗͌̒́̑͗̑̎̚͜͜͝h̸̠̾̿̓̄̐̃̽̍́̎ǫ̵̡̫͈̦̳͙̺̃̒̒̓̑̅́͑́͘͜ẇ̶̮͑͂̄ ̸̹̍̍̀̈́̈́̾͊̄̅͠m̴̨̢̢̯͇͓̳͓͇͎̼̬̅̈͆͘͠å̵̧̧͎̫̱̹̥̖̜̟̳̙̱̅̋̋́͐͝ñ̵̯̻͚̍̐̐̌̂̋̊̅̂̍̄͗y̷̺̳̼̹̼̩̟̿̀̎̔ ̶̛̞̤̌̍̀̽ç̶̧̦̞͓̟̰͔̫̙̓̃̋͂̽̈́̇u̴̡̫͕̎̀̀͋̀̾͝l̷̫̠͕͔̻̚͜ť̶͇̲͋̾̓̇́̈́̊̍̑́̓͝i̷̧̛̠̞̞̜̭̘̓̀̑̋̋̾͐́͘ͅs̴̛̹͈̮̬̰̲̫͇̖̻͇̮͙̜̋̀̄̽̂͂̈̕̕̚͠͝t̷̞̻̒̏͛́̑͒́͂̿͠͝͝ ̶̢͚̟̭̬̠̹͋̈́̄͂̈̈́̌̈́̈́ͅt̵̡̨̺̤̰̞̹̱̫̰͚̩̦̬̊̀̈́̀̾̒̿̌́͝ĥ̴̢̨̤͕̙͈͇͚͇̯̰͉̪͓̘͛̈̏͐́͗͗̊͝e̶̳̬̝̎̒̀̒̇̊̃̂̀̚͝͠ŗ̸̗̜̞̟͊̒͆́̒̐̋̓̈̔̎͘͝ę̵̘̠͚̝̭͎͔͇̗̘̗͓͑̈́̔͒͐̈́̈́̂ ̴̛̜̮̳̪̜̭͎̍̈́͝ͅw̶̢̨̥͍̝͓̟͇̭͔͍̰͍̔͒̎̋̈́͝ǫ̴̪̪̠͎̣̲̟͖̍̾́̕ư̶̢̧͕̣̗̳̻͇̩̮̜͎̫̈́̒͛̒̾͐̎̃̏̒͘͝l̴̻̻̗̦͒d̸̬̟͑̇̌͒ ̴̢̻̳̽̀̔̒̈̀̑͘͝͝b̶̥͋ě̵͓̞͔͇̲͚͈̺̫̿̐̎̊́͝ ̴̨̨̺͖̦̤̠̙̺̙́́͆͘̚a̸̛̰͓̰̹̙̜̝͉̦͊̃͑̊̀̂͆̆̋̽̎ͅț̵̗͚̺̔̀̓̎͌̿̂̋͑̃̎͝͝͝ ̸̢̯͓̦̝̱̮̠͚̑͐̀̃͐t̶̯̼͓̭̲̯̱̬̳̠́̿͊͊̅̀͜ͅh̸̛̛͖̯͇̀̈͒͂̈͛̈́̇̌̿̚͝è̸͇̞̼̼̂̚ ̸̧̡̛͖̟͉̖̣̘̥̙̳̳͎̐̽͗ţ̵̨̛̰̳̥͕̩̫̋͋͗̾͗̊͌ẹ̷̢̧̧̱̣̻̠̳̲̱̆̔̇͊̏͗͊̾́͠ḿ̵̛̛̰̲͈̮͔̒̌̍͛͆̓̀̉̓͌̚͝p̷̡̛͚̮͕̪̼̻̽͂̚l̵̫̖̖͍̙̉͆̽e̸̝̍̈̀͊̍͆̉̓̀̚ ̴̡͔̫̳̻̪̹͉̣͖͔̙̈́̔͌̇̀̔̏̋̚s̶̢̧̹̟̳̭͇̖͍̲̮̝̖̻͒͗̌̔͆̉̌͠͝ͅḩ̵̧̡̮̩̬̠̬̟͖̫̂̾̍͛̑̆̆̔̋̆͘͝͠e̷̬̠͚͑̈́̑̈́ ̵̧̲͕͔͍̘͙͔͔̓̐̽́̂̃̈͠ͅş̵̲͓̱̅͌̌̂̔͆̚̚a̷̬̮̬̟̠̫͐w̴̟̪͎̼̦͎̹̜̥̭̤̼̜̹̏̎̀̂ͅ ̵̗̺̺̝̓͒̔͌͆̔̇͠i̶̡̛̠͙̜̬͎̝̅͆͒̍̐̋͋͆͗̎̓̍͝n̵̙͓̠̍̒͗̎̿͊̚ ̵̺̞̫̈́̃̀̐̒̋̍̋́͝h̸̛̖̣̦̯̮̏̓̑̀́͛́͘͝͝ę̶̨̩̫͍̘̤̝̮͖̟͕͇̟͛̈́̾̾͘r̷̩̻̤̽͒̌̉͝ ̶͇̱͕̺̳̘̥̘̋̌̈́͗v̷͉̹̗̺̠̋̏i̷̛̖̇̈̌͛̉̒͆̿̽͂s̸̡̬̩̖͍̹͓̠̄̽̂͊̀͋̓͋̔̃į̵̫̼̮̯̯̦̰͔̙̤̟͊̐̈́̃̏̃͝ồ̵̢̨̳͇̯̆̄̃n̴̡̩͓̲̭̗̫̩̹̯̯̥̈́͋.̸̡͈͈̬̭̺͚̥͔̬̥̥͕̭̲͊ ̷̺̖͕͎̥̜̗̠̬͈̖̺̹̝̈́̀̉͑̄̌͜͝Ṭ̴̱͖̋́̽̓ȟ̵̨̨̧̗͚̤̩̲̐͆͐̉̅̾͐̄̄̓̚ỉ̶͖́͒̿̋͛̈́̋̿̎̇ş̷̡̛͍̖̠͙̞̭̜̯̣̣̓͐̚͠ ̵̦͈̱̪̳͗͂̈́̆̎͜ẅ̵̧̡͔̥̯̻͓̌̓̑̓̍̒̌̆̾o̸͇͈͍͈̝̥̟͔͗̽͜u̷̧̮̖̲̬̼͙͕̳͋̏̃̾̃̑͌̋̃̐͠l̸̨͉̤̟̟̬̝̬͍̼̊̈́̆̍̾͂̽͐̓̆͂̀̚̕͜ͅd̴̡̡̨͍͈̞̦̾̌̑̾̓̄͗̾͜ ̸̡̡͍͎̜̯͇̜̏̽̓͋͝r̴̺͔͇̄͗̍͑̕̕e̷͇̣̱̘͑̆̆̚q̶̨̧̣̹̣̭͕̬̻̮̳̙̭̾͗́̈͝ǘ̷̡̢̼͙̘̥͎̂̄͂͊ͅi̸̛̛̙̤̪͆̾̈́̆̐͆̑̊̌̉̕̕r̵͈̗̓̍̐̔̀͑̾̽͐̾̓̑͘͝ę̶̨̛̮̝̝͔͍̞͖̺̼̼͚̗̓̾̽̂͐̐͑́̾̈̊̽͊͝ ̵̣̖͐̉͌̏̈́̔̑̔͘̕͠s̸̘͓̱̺̏̾́͂̋̊̏̊̃̓̓͘͘͠͝t̴̖̜̀̊̿́̐̎͑͘͝͝͝͝ȩ̴̞̜̝͎͒̏͐̈́̎́̾͋̚͠ͅạ̷̧̡̡̼̦̳̠̣̃̈́͜l̵̢̗̰͉̣͎͍̟̗͕̳̈̓̒͊͘͜͝ţ̵̨͈͕̬̜̗͓̟̲̦́̆̀̓͌̈́̏̊͋̆́̂̚͜͝͝ͅh̷̢͖̱̯̬̝̥̟͍͔͖̱́͜ ̵̗̄̅͗͒͑̒ã̸͚̻̀́̍͜͝n̵̡̖̫͉̗̟̥̜̪̟͍͈̞̓͛̆̅͆̏̽̎̆̇̄̈́͐d̵̨̨̨̡̺̻̱͕͕̊̎͛̉͐̊̍̽ͅ ̶̢̖̻̙̮̦̝͙̥̗͌̑̿̂̊́̌̐͗͆̂̽̆͘p̸̡̬̠̟͓͚̟̄̌͂͗̍̑͋̏͘̕̕r̸͍̞̠̝̥̘̦̰̯̗͎̖̐͗͌̆͊̽̆͂̀͘͜͝͝ë̵̪̐̑̄͑̉̊̿́̀̄̂͒c̸͇̲͕̦̜͈̙͊̏̒͋͜i̴̖͘s̶̞͉̫̹̱͖͍̝̬̼̘̟͉̙͒̽̀͂̑͊͊͝ȉ̸̡̹̠͒͒̀̌̓̌͒͐̅́̄͜͝ǫ̴̧̮̍n̵̬̈́.̵̨͎̯̬͙̳̠̪͍͗̍̕͝
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̶̤̥͇͙̖̱̻̝̜͌͐̿̅͘͘ͅ"̴̟̊̀͛͌̆I̴͈̙̰̖̟͖̩͈̞̳̞̙̊͊̓ ̵̢̰̖̓́͑̓̒̈́̂̿̍̂̋͠͝t̸̬̖̙͙̏͒̌̒̍̏̔̈́̾͛̉̕ḧ̶̛̙́͛͛̅̅̾̊͊̚͝͠͝ì̵̢̢̢̛̲̘͙̙̘̼̦̗̻͕͖́̀͆̾̋̾̿̉͝n̷͚̙̥͖̰͓̱̜̎͛͗̈̍͒̓͒̏̐̕̚͜k̸̻̙̪̟̪͈̤̮̙̜̔́̌̒̂͂̉͝ ̷̨̛̪̲̜̻̫̪͖̪͙͓̗͚̽͂́͋̀̾͋̉͜͝͠ͅő̸̻̩̜̟͐̓̍ú̷̧̲̲̞̞̩̘͙͕̝͍̝̲̟̔ṟ̴̡̤̤̙̟̻̘͂̄̀ ̸̡̡̞̬̯̜͇̜͕̈́̈̇̅́͂͌̔̇͝͠ḅ̶̛̽̅̈́̎́̉̍̈́̓̉͝ẹ̵͙̝͔̻̗̥͍̦́̓̓̃̽̀͘s̶̨̹̪̜̣̹̰̫͇̾́̓̎̅̄̂͊͒̕̕t̷͎͇͖́̽͂͜ ̸͇̟͎͚͚̺̺̲̂̌̊̐͌̍̓͑̌̀͆̌͗̔̚b̴̡̢̬͕̪͊̆̒́̒̈́͘͜͝͠ẹ̸͚̳̩̘̥̹͔̋̽̂͑̎̄̿̃̒͠t̷̨̤̜̪̥͔̺̘͇̽̈́͜ ̶̛͉̮̤͓͈̻̫̗̒̒̆̂̾̒̾͌̂̽͛̽̕͜͜i̶͎̙̪̠͗̌̆̎́̒̐̆̐͑͑͘̚̕͝ͅs̷͓͔̭̪̬͍͈̪̲̫̳̺̄͋̆̈̓͐̓̾̅̍̾̑́͠ ̵̢̡̲̠̜̭͚̹̣͒̒̓̄͐̿̌̾̇̎͒̃ͅt̶̢̜͚̘͔̱̐͗ỡ̴̮͕̹̠͍͚̦̣͓̈́͒̊͜͠ ̷̨̧̢̛͇̼̪̗͉͖̥͒̔̊́̋̓͂̐͜͜͠ͅm̸̘̂͒̉̆͌͌͐̈́͋̾̇̔̀̔͌á̸̡̨̡͔̤̮̳̘̰͇̘̲̟̘̞̎̅k̵̨̛̼̝̮̮̮̠̭͙̬̺̱̃̽̇̎̒͂̋̒͆́̇͘ͅẻ̸̛̫͉̟͚̫̥̠̯͉̤̓̊̈́̅̀̒̑̀͝ͅ ̶̧̛̲̹̉̄̃́̓̽͆̑͐̈́̈́͆̍̉ţ̷̡̮͈͕̫̙̞̓̈̾͜h̴̞̭͈͍̻͖͍̺̊̉̔ͅį̵̨̟͙̗̟̤̯̞̱͔̑ͅs̷͉͚̮̬͓̊͋̿̂͝ ̷̨͇̟̱͕̠̗̋̈́̉̒̽͑͌̀͋̈́̊̇͜͠ͅa̵̡͎̦̖̺͌̌͑ ̴͕̫͓͎͖̲͖͕̥̣͙͓̞̥̏̆̍̒͛̾̑̉ṣ̶̨̛̻̜̙͖̑̇͆̃̊͌͘̚n̴̻͙͛́̓̀̊̌̈́́̄́͆̔̏͝à̴̛̛͔̤̲̺̬̥̽́̔̅̈́͛̓̆͂̒͝t̴̗͉͑̉̓̈̈́̑͋̄͑̍͆̒͌̕̕c̴̠͊̏̄̈́̍̎̄̇̓̈̀̉̕h̶̘͚͍̞̯̾ ̵̼̻̲͉̐͂̿̍̅̚̚͠͝å̶̢͈̪̞͕͇̒͗̈́̓͜n̸͉̂̈́́̈̄̊̅́̔̕͘͝͝d̵̳̜̻̫͇͌͑̒̌͜ ̵̛̟̻̲̪̘̠̟͚͈̓̂̅̈̎̇̑g̷̨̪̜̱͚͖̜͇͚̲̥̙̮͓̋͛̄̔̀̆̑̈́̏̚͝r̴̡̝̟̠͔͙̥̭̹̊̄̍͂̄͂̋̀̕͘͝a̶̧͇͒͌̈́̐̿ḅ̵̧̛̦̲̬̰̰́̎͑̀́͗͒̆̌̈́͘̕͝.̸̡̨̛̦̻̫͔̻͍͈̯̏͒̃͌̇̿̈́̂̔̚͠͝͠͝ ̵̡̢̙̫͈̪̦͇̙̦̀̒̈́̈́͛͑͒̚͝G̷̡̹̲̻̜̗̫̯̹̜̪̠͕͐̌̉͗̽̽ͅͅe̸̡̢̜̠̬̦̽̓̑̈́̾͂̐͠ẗ̸͖̮́̆̄͠ ̵̨͔̠̻̫̰̞̺̬̖̟̤̹̱͘i̴̡̢̳̤̳͉̺͇̥̼̘̘͔̿̆̏̒͋̏̃̈́͠ͅň̵̢̘̈͛̅̍̓̋ ̷̡̢̨̢̝̠̹͓̺̪̳̫̣͗̂̍̇̒a̸̧͛͊̾͛̌͂͋̿̊ṉ̵̢̧̯̬͔̯͛̏͐͑d̶̢͚̟̫̭̠̥̱̺̩̲̘̯̼̪̐̆̀̾̇͝ ̵̼̻͚͔͉̲̣̈́̒͊͝͠n̶̮͈̥̘͕̫͈̹̩̻̲̱̯͙̓́̅͂̓̽ȇ̴̡̢̛̝͕̳̩͍͓̞̍̎̓̈͒̚ͅͅu̷̢̹͖̠̼̟̗̙͐̈́́̃͛ẗ̴̠̠̘͓̊̍͌͐̓̂͋̾͋̒̇̄̓́͜r̷̨̛͔͉̳͚̙͉̋̂̋̀̆́̇̈́́̒͠ͅā̴̛̭͚̣̭͑̏̑̾̊̅̔̓͆̚͘͝͝l̴͓̝̖͉̺͔͖͊̀̎̂͋̔͆̆̕͠͠i̷̡̡̡̘̖͍͔̝̬̭̠̥͇̞͌̄͝ẕ̵̡͍̰͎̘̓͋͌̈́̓̓̍͛͛e̶̪̣͙̹͖͇͚͜͜͠ ̷̫̹͎̻̗̘͙̠̭̦̏̈́̊̀͑̋̉̽͛̽̒͘̚͜a̷̧̨̛̦̫̋̈́͂̑́͝s̶̨̧̛͉̝̹̯͇͇̒̓̂̔̿̉̈͒̿͆̽̿̍͝ ̶̧̪̫͚̽̈́m̷̢͚̩͔̜̟̈̈́̔̀̈́͑ą̸̗͙̺̬̲̟̪̭͉̺̼͒͂͗̓̄̐̄n̸̡̧̨͓̲̖̞͔̺̲͚͍͍̜̻̾̐́̈́̏͗̃̔̈͌̀͘̚͝y̷̨̨͈͓͓̫̻̝̦̬̝̗̌̒͑̃͑̅̈̈͠ͅ ̸̪̖̿̄̄͌̑͌͒͑̃t̴̢̥̝̥̫̦͈̿͌̋̆̒͂̈́̊͂͐̈́͂̉̑͝h̸̡̞̻̮̻̲̰͖̔̄̎̈́̒̉̀̓̎̀̎͋͝a̶̗̝̗̘̰̙͎͍͓̤̱̿͑̅̽͘ṱ̷̤͉̠̥̙̊̿́̚͠ ̵̘̯̟͑̓́́͊̅͆̑̄̾͗s̶̛̠͈̟̫͍̮̟̩̫̜̯͚͔͜t̶̡̙̭̰̫̠̼̘̠̰͋̌͑̎̒̓͝ą̴͕͉̙̭̬͍͖́̅̅̓͂͗̍̊͒̃̽̽̚͝n̵̨͇͕̭̳̱͕̄ͅḍ̵̨̟̫̬̲̰̹̄͌͒͐̏͊̊͒́̚ͅ ̶̧̮̱͓͍̰͓̪̳̟̞͔̊̇̀́͌̏i̷̪̗̹͉̳̗̅͐̾͆͗́̔͌̌̑͑͝n̸̡̹͎͉̣̣̜̮̤͎̲̗̣̼͌́̿̋̂ ̵̧̗̜̮̖̣͉̩̟̟̭̫̗̍̀̆͋̊̅͛̾̈̊̚ͅǫ̴͖̙̭̆̏̾͆̈́͂͛̽̃̂̓̚͠ų̸̧̥̻̻̘̭̞͉͔̗̙̹̽̀͒̏̔͊̐͠r̵̢̪̎̽̔̋̃̂̈́̑̂̕̚ ̴̡̪͖̠̹͉̃̾̎̚ẁ̴̢̛̖̩̥͙̞̤̯̩̫̗͍̤̎̀̈́̽̔̾̄̈́̿ä̷̙̼́̔͛̈́͝y̶̨̨̹̹̱̘͈͍͐͐́͋̅̑̎͜͝,̷̡̳͚̺͎̪͙̫͎̣̳͇̦̂̃̂̉̈̄́̏̍̄̀̍̆͘ͅ ̷̱̮̲̟̼̻̏̾̃̔̆a̷͎̞͓̰̜̮̪͚̥͉̩̣̼͊͛̃͋͑͐n̴̜͇̥̄̈́̋̑͑̽̍̅̇͗̽͋͑͑̚d̴̩̭̣͍̿̀̊̒̔̒̃̏̌̎͊ ̷̢̞̫̞̔̅̉̂͑͐̊͑̈̒̎t̸͉̠̰̳͖̍͒̍̂̈̑̐̿́̆̚h̸̨̨͚͈̮̟͙̘̺͎̳̺̝̋͝e̵̥͛͐̐͌̆͊͛͠n̵̨̨̛͎̤̹̮̘̯͎̱̯̝̼͎͎̑͐͆̃͆͆ ̸̠̲͓̰̒̆͒̑̆̃̐̃l̴͔͖̮̠̻̅͐̿͐̄̈̽̃̃͊̾̋̐͝ê̷̱̥̯̼̗̻̆̾̔̾̓̀͝ṫ̵̡͍͈͚̖̬̙͚̹̲͍̜͐̾͜ ̸̛͉̳̙̞̰͔̘̳͈̦̫͉͖̪̐ͅm̵̨͈͈̘̱̠̪̬̬̭̑̀͘͜ë̷̩̣͙̠͔̩͉̣̭̰̝͊͊̂̎̂̃̀́̏͗͝ ̷̡̖̜̝̱̘̣͐̔̌̍̐͐̈̀̽͘͜͜͠͠ͅg̶̡̫̰̲̲̱̤̍̅̃̌̔̿̓͂͝͝r̸̢̨̛̤̞̻̠̣̼̅̊̏́̊̅̀̓̍̓̚̕͜ą̷͎̭͎͈̼̪̳̰̫̩̎̐̆̈́̌̇͌͋̔̇͌̏͆̕͝b̴͎̣̺͖̝͔̰̘̲̠͎̅͌́̉͗̒͊͗͘͝͝ ̸̢̢̡͇̭̪͔̙͚͉̓̎̋̚̕͜D̷̛̳͚̞̜͙̗̝̃̀̾͆͗͂̌̀̃̅͘͝a̶̖̻̱̙̓͂̓̆̒͛̚x̶̱̮̯͓̤͊́̀͗̐͌̀̌̂̔̚.̸̧̛̦̘̘͙͓̼͎̩͈̹̫̟̌̆̔̌̊̆̕͝ͅ ̶̢͔̝̟͎̠̩͖̥̩͙͈͉̞̏̋̈́̍̋͑̀̏̆̕̕͝W̶̢̯͓̹̪͎̮̠̺͙͖̤͕̉e̷̯̞̗̠̟̘͕̯̺̭̤͙̖̔̽̾̒̈́̑̕̕ ̸͕̘̤̤̩͉͗͋̏̔́͒͌̑̊̚̕g̷̛͕̍̾̍̂͌̋̽̂̓̌͛̄̕e̴͓͈̱͕̞̔̅͆̚t̵͔̝͍͉̏̓̈̑͆̒̒͘ ̵̡̧̢̠̟̳̪̹̞̮̂͋̃́̈́̓i̸̹̹̼̝̦͓̯͍͎̘̼͙̣̒̌̍̋̾̓͐̈́̓͝ͅn̴̛̥͈̲̲̪̻̓̇̓͆̋̔͗͂̀͆͘̚͘͝ ̶̺̳̳̞̬̘̬̘̥͇̘̼̞͎̿͊͋̈́̅̋̏̓̔͗̚͘̚͘q̷̟͈͔͓̟͎̯̞̣͉̙͆̍̋̈̏̈̓̋̀̔̓͆͘͝͝ú̷̯͓̺͔̞̘̫̿ͅį̷̧̱̯̤̐̑̈́̍e̴̳̐̎̇̈́̆̒͋̀̎͛̌̕͘̕t̵̻̪͚̓́̒̐͒̄́́͒̀̍͐̅̾͋,̵̩̲̱̻͔̍̔̈́͂́̆̔͗͌̕ ̶̛̣͓͖͕̌̈́͆̀̊̀̇͒̕̕h̵̡̨̥̤̗̩̣͙̗͈̑͒o̸̘̩̤̪̪̦̱͖̮̟̖̣͈͒p̸̢̛̛̠̘͒͌̈͋͛̀̍͌̏ę̴̛̯̤̜̹̥̉̔̽͂̾̂͒̌͒̎͊͘͝͝f̴̢̢̢̬̃́̀̃̌̄́̕û̵̢̫̪̩͖̹͎̦̝͎́̓͆́̌̚͠ĺ̵͕̣̃̐̽l̴̛̦͚̇̐̊̃̎̅̕͠͝͝͠͠y̴̡̨̢̪̦̺̤̙̪̮͎͈̣̅̋̑́̂͌͊̈̽̈̚ͅ ̴̺͕͔̼̣̼͛̈́̀́̊̈͋͝w̵̢̝͖̼̺̬̰͉̺̦̣̦̦̯͌̀͗͝ę̷̬͈͎̦͑͐̂̔̈͜ ̷̰̳̳͙͈̟͕̲̠̻̏g̴̫̈́̄̈́̂͋̄͘̚ȩ̷̝̳͛̈́̋͗́̚t̷̢̢̠͕͎̝̍͊͆̚͝͠ ̵̛̗͚͙̻͕̥̗̤̩̦̌̅̅͛̉̽͐̿̓̈́͒̽͊́͜͜o̴͓̳̳̥̺̓̾̇̅̍̔͑̔u̵̱͇̱͍̫̹̤̫͉͙̞̣͍͔͜͝t̶̥̳̅̊͒̋͒̀̂̇̓̈́̾̈́͝͠ ̶̢̡̦͕͍͎̫͈̜̺̬̯̇̄͂́͊̈́͊͆͛͛̚̕ͅͅq̷̢̡̱̬̟̰̟̪̩̖͙̗̓͜u̷̹̼̻̯͋͋̉̈̓̓͜i̸̛̺̰̖̰̼͍͕̅͗̀̆̀̏̓e̸̡̙̰̖̟̾̋̈́͑̎̔̈͒̉́ẗ̵̨̻̩̤̠́͋̇͊̂̓͠.̴̢̳̟͊ ̷̛̫̤͈̪̤̞̝̮͉͙̓̈́̀̋̈́͋ͅI̴̢̳̯̟͍͚̫͍̭̝̘̯̊̈́̏͛̀̚͠f̵̩͚̗̣̬̬̤̲͖̩̽̇̀̌̍͛̿̓̚͝͠͠ͅ ̶̢̡͍̞͓̳͍̹͖̺̳̰̊͋̋͋͜ţ̶̖̣̻̭̫̙̘̲̟͉̘̓̇̔̕ͅh̸̼̙̻̠̠̮̟̃̇̃̊͂̽͜͜a̸̼̰̔͑͒͌͌ţ̶̮̔͊͆͂̋̇ ̴̨̧̜̭̺͍̲͙̺͍̈̓̒̑̅͂̓͋̂͗͝ď̸̛̪̱̖͍̊̓́̌̃̽o̴̧̞̮̘͋̈́́̋̆͒̽̏̒̾͆̕ę̴̨̣͙̝͓͎̰͈͙̭̻̎̊̽̇̅s̷̪͕͔̞̦̜͓̓̍͋͗́̀̔͒͛̌̐̎͐̚n̸̬̱̱̈̌̍̒̀'̶̢̗͔̲̪̽̒̈́͑̐̐́̉̉̇͑͘͝͝t̷̞͓̹̩̺̗̻͆͘͠ͅ ̸̲̮̤̤̯̳̺͚̬̹̩͉̋̐͐̅̊͋̇̇́̚̕͝͝w̸̛͍̮̲̪̜̱̖̋͛̉̇̂͐͒̚͠o̸͖̓̓̀̂͛͠r̴̛͉̹̤̆́̀̈́̀̇͠k̸̲̲͖̬̋͂̆̈́̈̉̉̚ ̸̢̧͎͚͕̄̿̂̆́̚͜w̴̗͉͕͈̙̑͊̾̂͝ė̸̡̲̰̼̩̗̫͙̹̜̭͔̝̲̰̈́͆̽̍̉̑͐̈́̔̀̇̽̎͝ ̶͉͑́͒͌̓́͘͝m̶̯̩̦͇̹͚̩̦̯̗̟͇̈́͌̓̊͝i̶̙̇̽g̴̢͎̹̲̱̯̘̤̞̤̖͚̞͛͑̏͐̌͊͆̐ͅḩ̸̢̢͙̯̦͉̇̉͌̑̈̆̚̚͜t̶̡̢̢͖̩͖̠̱̦̊̐̅̑͆̅̏͠ ̷̛̛̭̯̩̞̯̬̭͔̪̩̪̮̻́̓͋̉̆͛͛̑̔̎̊̕̚ͅn̴̹̱͓͖͖̋͗̔̾̋̌ȩ̸̡̙̜͍͈̞͓̲͎̏̅͊̇͋͜͜͜͠ę̴̨̣͔̲͕͍͙͎̠͙̳̞̔̅̋͆̈́͆̅̽̆̆̚͝d̴̛̩͇̔̑̇̈́͐̈́́̄̓̑͊̿̀͠ͅ ̸̺̦̆́͂̅̈́͑̓͛̐̓̎̀̕͠ḁ̸̤͉͕͍̰͉̭̾̔̐̌͌̐͐̇̈̉̈́͗͐͜͝ ̸̼̜͚̜͐̐̄̊͊̑̃̀͗̚d̴̢̤͙̟̬̱̎̋̚ḭ̸̡̡̡̗̻͚̻̮̝͓̼̲̯̒̉̈͆̉͜v̶̡͔̼̙̺̟̮̥̪͓̼̠̀̐̾̿͐͑̊̋̇̈́͛͘ͅe̵̥̥̗͈̦̚͝ṛ̴̢̡̨̧̨̝̲̱͚͍͖͗͂͂̾͘ś̴̨̛̥̭̘̋̎̚i̴̳̱̥̭͂́ͅo̷͍̰͚̺̳̙̘̥̒̾̉̈͌̇̐͠n̵̳͖̲̺̣͎͙̎́̉͐̐͆̈̊͜ͅ ̷̨̧̨̨̛͇̣͇̰̟̘̱̜̮̤̫̔͒̇ş̸̻̦̏͗̒̉́̽͑̏̐́ǫ̸̢̧̙͖͙͚̹̘̇̓̒͗̒͆͊̌͊̃̈́̇͐̿ ̸̢͎̲͎͌̈́̕I̵̛͖̮̖̙̅̆ ̶̨̩̪̝̫̪̜͑̇̌̍̆͊̏͒c̶̛͓͈͙̼̰̖͙͊͛̀̒̊̓̅̄̽͆͋̾͌̕â̷̢̭̮̤̘͉̪̍̔̉̋̋̏̊̉ṋ̶̏̒͊̉̉͌̚̚͘͘͜ ̴̝̃̍͆̓̋͘g̷̞̻̮̤̲͔̪̝̗̖͉̰̻̿̈̓̌͋̒̓͌̉̈́̀̕͠r̴͔̯͕̣̭̘͒͛͒a̸̛͕͊̓̎b̷̳̹̝͍̫̭͔̱̳̏̽̏ ̵̧̝̖̼̞̟̥͙̫͉͕̳̥̎̄̄̄̀̅͒̃͋̅ḧ̶̡̢͔̮͔̜̗̘͚̰͎͚̮́̄́̊͐̌̈́́̽̂̄͋͑͊į̷̦͚̮̘̭̩̫͚̯̻̝͗̇̅͐̌̿͋̒̾̊͒̈̿͠m̵̺͕̾͋.̶̢̡̨̡͕̦̗͙͈̬̹̞͔̠͛̀̓͂͗͌̂͐͌̐͗̇͘͝"̸̺͚̙̟̩̃̈́̋̔̍̀̔͗̎̕͠
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[Casaana]

Grimacing slightly, yet trying to control her face into a neutral expression, Casaana Lowered herself down to sit properly in her chair. She'd been half expecting an outcome like this. She patted Fahlv Vehnek on the arm and gave her a reassuring smile, quietly adding, "That looked a little intense. First one to speak always gets everyone's attention." That Tirin Raene had someone bring him dowels to perform the age old demonstration of 'together we're strong' was a little much for Padawans their age, but he was also right about what he'd said before. The temples were an important means to an end, providing refuge, training, and organization for the Jedi. In Casaana's mind, some had forgotten that, turning the creation of more into the goal. Maybe that was diluting and separating out the Jedi. She herself was regularly splitting her time between four and would visit others.

Rath Nihro whom she didn't know, spoke up about hope and their unified mission in the galaxy. Master Ike was also pushing them in the direction she'd hoped the conclave would go, offering her people's services and aid. "It sounds like you're speaking of Refuge, Master Jasper Kai'el has been putting together a hidden place to provide new beginnings to the displaced. It sounds like there are many projects we all hold dear for our belief in how they'll help others or hinder evil ones, and nobody wants to give them up to come together in new purpose. But nobody's asked you to. Instead, what do you have that can aid another?"

"Master Matsu Ike has led us in this, offering up ships and repair facilities. And I'll be the first to take her up on them. I, along with other Jedi, recently captured a light cruiser in dire need of refit from commerce raiders. Once finished, I'd like to lend her up to this Council, providing transportation and combat support to Jedi as needed. Sort of a mobile base." It was bold, and Casaana wasn't entirely sure of the nature of Master Ike's offer, if she wanted payment, Casaana had nothing to pay with. But Casaana had impulsively claimed the ship as her own in an urge to fulfill her childhood dreams, and now found herself at a loss at how to manage or provide for it. Putting the ship to use for all of them seemed like the best thing to do with it now, especially if it got the thing crewed and maintained.

Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Tirin Raene
Matsu Ike Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Core Agriworld
Tags: @Everyone

Abruptly and tactless the visage of a Kel Dor would apperate, seated in one of the empty chairs in the room. A blue, translucent hologram of Ko allowing the Jedi to attend the meeting remotely. In his clawed hand was a mug with a bent straw poking out from it. He looked around at those gathered, understanding that the meeting was surely already underway.

“Apologies, I had forgotten to adjust my schedule to galactic standard time.” Currently for him it was four in the morning local time. Very inconvenient. The tardiness reminding Ko of when he lost his eyes. Where one of the unforeseen consequences was losing track of time since he couldn’t read any of the digital clocks. Making him late to all sorts of events and lessons. A horrible stain on his typically well organized and clean behavior.​

 

[Braze]

Tags: Casaana Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Matsu Ike Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Ko Vuto
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Braze popped a piece of gum into his mouth and offered the pack around , first to Aliris with a small hopeful smile, then toward Jasper as if peace offerings of minty sugar could soften the edges of a galaxy falling apart. He shifted forward in his seat as Casaana finished, his eyes brightening at her offer.

"Casaana… a whole cruiser is amazing. Seriously. That's a gift that helps everyone here. And I think that's kinda the point we keep circling around."

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Look… all of you have already done something important. You fought, or taught, or healed, or ran supply lines, or built safe places, or kept whole enclaves alive. I just wanna say that out loud. Nobody here failed. You kept the light going or it wouldn't even be possible for us to sit in the same room right now."

He let that sit for just a moment before continuing.

"So… maybe we could try and work together and share the load on ocassion." He nodded toward Casaana briefly,

"You offered a cruiser. That's huge. I can help there. I still have access to Ship building facilities. There are at present several medical-evac battle cruisers from old humanitarian work. They're not on any faction registry. They're quiet, well-shielded, and mostly ignored. I can assign each of them to assist wherever folks think they'll make the biggest difference. They can be used for moving the wounded and can resupply them or shuttle refugees."

Then, a hesitant grin tugged at his lips.

"And uh… speaking of helping each other without stepping on anyone's toes… would anyone be interested in a shared distress network? Something encrypted with its own code signatures so only Jedi, no matter the tradition, can ping it. No politics, no hierarchy, no permissions needed. Just a beacon that says: 'I need help. Anyone close, please come.' Or the opposite: 'I've got spare hands. Who needs them?'"

He swallowed, slightly nervous as he fussed with his sleeves.

"Not to bind anyone together. Just to let us reach each other when it counts. I think we're all doing good work. Maybe… maybe that could just make it easier to do it together."

 

[Fahlv Vehnek]

Casaana Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Rath Nihro Matsu Ike Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Ko Vuto Jasper Kai'el Matthew of Valendale (Not sure if that's all...)

OOC: SO sorry, everyone! I COMPLETELY brain-farted about my girl's accompanying protocol droid x.x - let's just assume he's been hovering along behind her this entire time! We'll get to see him now!

The gentle whir of Fahlv's DR-10-Series protocol droid filled the silence as she stood off to one side away from Casaana now that she had spoken her initial part, taking a moment to focus on the young girl's words; for Fahlv, her stubborn streak won out - perhaps young Casaana simply hadn't had to rely on nothing but her own will when completely separated and alone, so young Fahlv decided not to press the matter. Even if she (mostly, with occasional exceptions) were content to keep to herself and do good all on her lonesome, that didn't mean that either the Ancient Records or her fellow Jedi didn't have good things to offer that she could make use of, as well as her taking the time to help another where she could.

The dark-furred Amaran's droid hovered over with a gentle whirring towards Casaana , extending a small two-pronged rubber-coated pincer out of one side as it neared the young Padawan's head. The pincer took a moment to work over the girl's dark hair, smoothing a few stray locks carefully; it hovered behind her head, then moved to the front, its photoreceptor taking in multiple angles as its repulsorlift hissed its round body up and down. Satisfied with its work, the droid's monotone, morose voice spoke calmly to the girl, "Perfectly balanced, Young Mistress; I am glad to have served." And while his tone was the opposite to his words, all knew that the droid in question was simply unusually morose, having developed an oddly pessimistic, if polite and refined manner, over its years of service to its mute owner.

Fahlv began to make her way back to her chair, past the scowling Master Keeral, idly scratching the seat of her breeches as her pale-tipped tail swayed to and fro, to sit down next to the recent Kel Dor arrival and once again idly, lazily kicking her bare feet in an antsy, toddler-like manner, as though impatient, even as her dark ears swiveled to catch every word from every speaker.

At his side, she gave Ko Vuto a thumbs-up as her droid hovered over next to his mask, speaking in its sullen nature. "Do you need assistance with recalibrating your chronometers, Sir?"

 

[Matsu Ike]

Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Casaana Tirin Raene

She looked when the girl offered a shipa nd the chance to build with a raised eyebrow. "Oh construction, what do you want us to do for it. Battle, utility... actually I'll surprise you. We just developed localize entanglement armor systems to increase durability exponentially. We'll even make it able to deploy the Kaho Class Beacons that he is asking for. More in the universe would be helpful. They allow communication among the temples and areas of importance so the Silver Jedi's strike teams can respond anywhere needed. I'd also recommend localized hypergates or pathways to the Unbeing. We developed them as failsafes in silver temples and for Caltin which allowed him to evacuate and later infiltrate the temple again."

She said it but looked at Casaana as she spoke. "But send the vessel to the Celestial Forge and the jedi forge master will upgrade it. The hull plating there is used for the latest battlecruisers and jedi fighters giving them levels of performance we haven't seen in other things... and Krass gets bored without new projects. She just finished by the beginning of this meeting finished a dozen more projects and will need something to do before she looks to reinvent her jedi armors... or build a better force crystals... or infinite engine powered by light and life." She said it ticking off a few things on her fingers while she looked up adjusting and manipulating the molecules around herself to show images of the different things.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Jace Rhane Jasper Kai'el Ko Vuto Tirin Raene Too many of you guys, gonna ping who I think is relevant to my posts.​

"I never had the fortune of seeing the senate at it's height." Jonyna admitted. "My time in the Council was only headaches and arguments. Or, at least, seeing Kahlil have to deal with it. That said, I do agree with Knight Rhane to an extent. We're too few to form a true offensive. Both the Black Sun and Galactic Empire are too industrially stable to knock off the map so soon. The Wild Space Rebellion has been focusing it's efforts on strategic strikes against the Imperial Confederation, and we've found them to be the weakest of the options. Next would be the Diarchy. They don't have the power they think they do, and are quite frankly the more looming threat. The Empire of the Core are more likely to ally with them against the High Republic than fight with them. Those would be my suggestions, first and foremost."

Jonyna sat back in her chair, before her ears perked up at a familiar voice.

Her first child. Ko. She hadn't seen him in ages.

"Ko..." She smiled. "How have you been?"

 

[Braze]

Matsu Ike Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Casaana Tirin Raene

Braze leaned back a little as Master Ike spoke, his expression somewhere between impressed and a bit overwhelmed. Infinite engines, entanglement armor, hypergates… it all sounded like the sort of thing you only saw in classified reports and very strange dreams.

He cleared his throat softly.

"Master Ike, thank you. Really. Having a place like the Celestial Forge willing to help is a lot more than most of us expected walking in here. If Casaana is alright with it, I think letting your forge master upgrade her cruiser sounds incredible."

He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his sleeve, glancing around the circle.

"I do want to add one little note, though. Not everyone here has access to forge worlds, hypergates, or specialized beacon hardware. Some of us are running old transports held together with tape and prayer."

A faint, crooked smile tugged at his mouth before he continued,

"So for the distress network idea, I was thinking we keep the baseline version as simple and neutral as we can. Something anyone can set up with what they already have. Old relay buoys, refitted comm droids, cargo ship transmitters… if it can shout in subspace, it can listen in too."

He ticked off points with his fingers as he went.

"Shared encryption system that is public to any Jedi group who wants it. No proprietary hardware required. No registry that belongs to one faction. Just an open protocol and some simple code packages we pass around. If folks like Master Ike, or the Silvers, or anyone else want to build better beacons on top of that, great. But the foundation should be something a lone Knight on a tramp freighter can still plug into. Do you think you could help us get a simple one up and running Master Ike?"

Braze hesitated, then added more quietly,

"I guess what I am trying to say is… we should make sure nothing we build here lives or dies on one company, one shipyard, or one banner. I would really like a farmworld with one clinic and one rickety comm tower to have the same chance to call for help as a temple with a fleet docked over it."

He glanced toward Casaana and then to the others.

"If people are still interested, I am happy to help sketch out a simple, open distress net and start seeding a few basic nodes. Anyone who wants to layer their own tech on top of that is welcome - as long as the core stays something every Jedi can use, no matter whose symbol is on their shoulder."

Braze had been thumb rolling along the edge of his datapad, eyes flicking between the faces at the assembly. At Jonyna's assessment he gave a small nod, then spoke up.

"On the broad strokes, I agree with Master Jonyna," he said. "The Confederation and the Diarchy are where Jedi and rebel forces can actually push without shattering our own spine. But I would like the Kainate on Dromund Kaas noted as its own problem, not just folded into the usual Sith column."

He tapped the datapad lightly, as if punctuating the thought as he skimmed his own notes.

"The Kainate is a full power house. Fortified, resourced, and very comfortable with super advanced dark sider technology. We might not have the bodies for a true offensive, but we cannot afford to treat them like background noise. At minimum, they need constant watching and updated threat files."

His gaze shifted to the others around the table.

"Right now it also looks like the Black Sun has access into Sith space. That is an opportunity and a risk. Smuggling routes, information channels, deniable assets if we are clever... but also a way for Sith influence or hardware to leak into places we are not looking. I would like to suggest that Masters Si and Ike coordinate on that front. Jonyna is already very good at planning and executing strikes. Ike, from what I have seen, has the sort of heavy firepower and advanced tech that can at least stand in front of Kainate level toys without just evaporating on contact."

She shrugged taking a breath before continuing on,

Braze drew a quiet breath, then added, tone thoughtful rather than grim.

"From a more philosophical angle… there is an old strategist who said that when you are outnumbered, you do not meet your enemy where they are strongest. You flow around them. You cut what feeds them. In this era, that is us. We are outnumbered across the galaxy. The High Republic is the bastion that still stands for anything that looks like good. That means we cannot spend our strength trying to look bigger than we are."

He lifted his hand slightly, tracing an invisible map over the holotable at the center of the room with a map display.

"The Black Sun and the Sith are already waging their own wars. That is where we should be precise. Supply lines. Refineries. Shipyards. Relay stations. Wherever their credits, fuel, slaves, and munitions move, that is where our sabers should appear. Not to claim territory we cannot hold, but to make every campaign they wage more expensive, more uncertain, and more politically costly."

His gaze shifted between those assembled as if trying to make his point sound as important as he felt it was.

"If we coordinate along that principle, the High Republic remains the symbol on the hill, the bastion people can rally to. The rest of us become the knife that quietly cuts the ropes on the enemy's siege engines while they are still being rolled into place. We may not have numbers, but we can choose where and how the board is cut. Let them bleed strength and trust in every war they choose to start, long before they ever reach us.

Even if we keep our main efforts where Jonyna suggests, I would feel better knowing that pair is quietly building contingencies and counters for the day the Kainate decides to look outward again."

 

[Casaana]

Nodding her thanks towards Master Ike, Casaana opened her mouth to reply, but closed it as others spoke up. She was still a little embarrassed by making her offer and Braze's enthusiastic response, as if he hadn't been an integral part of the cruiser's capture. Matsu's plan to rebuild the ship also had her hesitating. It sounded extreme when she thought it just needed an overhaul after being a pirate den for a few months. At the most, it could use some point defense added and maybe an internal remodel to reflect the needs of the gathered Jedi. But she also didn't want to seem ungrateful.

Fahlv's hovering protocol droid got a weird look from her, and she stiffened uncomfortably as it moved in to mess with her hair unprompted. Her unease deepening, she reached out to pluck a few stray strands of her brown hair back from the prongs it'd used to neaten her locks. "Err, thanks. Let me just get these for you." She quietly replied to its monotone statement before it floated back to its owner.

She then listened as Braze spoke up at length about what he saw as a future for the Jedi, fighting not to win territory, but to ensure the Dark Side lost. Finding herself agreeing, she added to what he said, "Awhile back, I put out an emergency call, and I was lucky to have three ships respond to it. It saved my life and hundreds of others were in the balance. I just broadcast on ever Jedi frequency I had and hoped someone was in range and still listening." She paused a moment to gather herself after recalling the near-death experience, "I think having a help network like this would be a great thing to have, we wont be so lucky all the time."

Matthew of Valendale Braze Jonyna Si Katarine Ryiah Fahlv Vehnek Rath Nihro Tirin Raene
Matsu Ike Aliris Tremiru Jace Rhane Ko Vuto​