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[Ryv]

Tribunal Station
Sometime before the invasion of Dantooine

"The Outer Rim? Why's this crap always take place in the Outer Rim?"

A pair of Jedi met within one of the Tribunal's many hangars. One appeared disheveled, the other put together. Neither of them could be older than twenty. The speaker had fiery orange hair and a pair of thick spectacles that drooped down to the tip of his nose. His companion stood about shoulder level to him. A black robe hung over her body, masking the deep green color of her skin.

"Neutrality, if I had to guess?" the second answered. "You know how it is."

Others were in the process of landing their ships or turning off to head further inside. Some moved together. Others kept to themselves.

"Yeah," he pushed his glasses back up his nose and turned to an adjoining corridor. "They say Coren Starchaser and Ryv Karis are running together now. Some kinda team up in response to that BS the Concord pulled."

The mirialan stiffened at the words. She shot him a dirty look and crossed her arms. "First of all, the Concord made a decision to help everyone. Second... Who the hell is Ryv Karis?"

They traveled down a winding tunnel as they spoke. Though everything appeared on the up and up, neither could stop themselves from noticing the patchwork metals used to forge the station. Droids stood at almost every corner, directing Jedi or doing repairs.

"Ryv Karis? Sword of the Jedi? Over with us at the NJO? You've really never heard of him?"

"Nope," she answered truthfully.

"Wack."

The two fell silent as an expansive chamber came into view. Hundreds of Jedi crowded within, mumbling back and forth. A mixture of excitement and confusion gripped the room. Though many knew of the growing schism within the galaxy's Jedi, none could be sure what that meant. Small groups formed with each passing minute. Jedi familiar with one another stuck together while avoiding any they couldn't outright place. Silver Jedi favored Silver Jedi, while the far more relaxed New Jedi Order stuck to themselves. Others from lesser-known disciplines found themselves caught between a strange rivalry that quickly dominated the room.

Within the center of that room, Ryv and Coren stood together.

Ryv watched the crowds with growing interest. This wasn't the first time tensions rose in a room full of Jedi, but never had battle lines sprung up so naturally. His allies stuck almost exclusively to his side of the room. Their less-than-traditional style of dress and attitude stuck out like a sore thumb next to the neatly garbed Silver Jedi. While he understood his order's hesitation in trusting their wayward cousins, these ones at least followed Coren from the Concord. They acknowledged the mistake and sought to rectify that. They looked to Coren, just as the New Jedi Order looked to Ryv.

"Hey, uh, Coren," Ryv stepped closer to the Jedi Master. "I think we should get this rolling. We wait any longer; it might get a little rough in here."

 

[Sapphire Cerulean]

Sapphire Cerulean
Location: Tribunal Station
Action: Listening and Waiting

Sapphire enjoyed her solitude, it was a time of peace and introspection, well more so a time to be with myself. Introspection was something she felt was a thief of happiness, after all it was far easier to move with the waves of the galaxy than to blaze a trail for one’s self. Regardless she was told to venture outside and meet with other Jedi to perhaps gain a new perception. It was a rather moot point to herself, but at least this allowed her to ignore much of the philosophy lessons back at the Jedi Temple.

Let’s listen to what’s being discussed. Sapphire knew that someone would ask her what points she found interesting and the goal of the discussions. She could at least regurgitate some thesis’ from whatever Jedi that spoke the loudest.

How she wished to be back to the laboratories, learning more of chemistry and the ‘magic’ that was produced. The sciences and mathematics weren’t always subjects that the vast majority of Jedi partook in, so it made Sapphire into a rather odd entity, but that hardly mattered to the New Jedi Order. While she held complaints to their lesson plans and such, she at least respected their tendencies to allow her as much freedom as possible. It was presently shown in how nearly everyone wore something unique, a way to distinguish themselves and their passions, compared to the more strictly dressed Silver Jedi across the great room from her.

Perhaps in time there could come an understanding between the two groups, but Sapphire held little faith that the Jedi would ever unite together. Despite their constant talk of peace, arguments were aplenty among those gathered here. Sapphire herself stuck to the Jedi Order side of the room to avoid getting trapped into any heated discussions. She had little to offer in such conversations of philosophy, and even less so with the political landscape everyone found themselves being forced to take part. Being forced to make a choice by the galaxy often causes the fuel for decisions to be made of resentment, and choices made in such way would never last.

How long can resentment keep people together. . . and how much longer can it last?

If the line that split Jedi wasn’t made much clearer between the Silver Jedi and New Jedi Order, the physical manifestation of the split in the room made it rather literal. Sapphire waited quietly as she slowly stretched out her senses, bitterness being the lasting emotion felt in the room, she held her data-slate close to her and continued to wait.
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[Shaka Sunstar]

Shaka's brows knotted as he slowly scanned the crowd of gathered Jedi.

They hailed from all over the Galaxy, answering the call. When he exhaled, his nostrils flared and he peered over his shoulder to look up at Ryv .

Obviously, a united front was the best way for the Jedi to progress into the future. To defy and beat the reaching claw of the Sith, they had to be together. Shaka believed that much, but Silver or not, whether they were with the Starchaser or not, he still felt heavy. Like what would happen today would make no difference. Or, not enough of one.

Ideally? The Siler Jedi would be disbanded.

He shook his head. Unlikely.

But a guy could dream.

 

[Takui]

The hardest part of all of this was the line in the sand.

Takui had come to the Jedi with only one intention. He was to defy the Sith, at any cost. At the behest of a lost loved one, he threw away the comforts of home and sought out a new life. It was an entirely different world from what he knew.

Back home, talk of the Force was an oddball mention of an old, near forgotten religion. It wasn't real to anyone there. It hadn't been real to Taku. Now, it was everything. The Force was in everything, and in everyone, and Taku knew it. He could feel it.

As experience robbed him of what little luxury he had left, it molded Takui into a fundamentally different person. His fear of falling twisted into an abhorrence toward all things evil. There was room for redemption, but there was a thin line. The Sith could not be trusted to come quietly. The young man had felt the darkness for himself. Cold, alone, filled with rage, and tempted toward the power that it offered, he was offered hand after hand that pulled him back toward daylight.

Those Sith had rejected every hand. The darkness called out to them and they embraced it. When Taku tried to imagine the frigid reality that they lived in, his mind reeled. They had gone to a place where the light did not reach.

But that was not enough.

The life Taku had found on Kashyyyk was disrupted. The Concord government went into negotiations with agents of the dark side of the Force, and they had announced an alliance. The implications were disastrous, even to the lowest Padawan. Even Taku understood what that meant.

Fear had blinded everyone, to everything. The Jedi had been wreathed in shadows, surrounded by uncertainty, and in the recoil of the Concord's decision, the Jedi were left with a decision. Did they keep faith with a government that had willfully gone to bed with their mortal enemy, or did they break free and go another way?

His friends were on Kashyyyk. His new family, the Padawans, the people he was growing with and coming into his own as a Jedi alongside were caught in the middle of the Concord's insanity. Some of them would remain, others might not. More might even lose faith in the Jedi Order as a whole.

There was no right answer. Or at least, it seemed there was not. If he chose to follow one side or the other, he might lose things he cared for. Taku sought counsel for that, and he'd been given a strange, sobering kind of guidance that he had not anticipated.

Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.

Taku spent hours crying over it. Sat in his room, he had shattered a mirror. Where he stood now, his left hand was wrapped in a bandage that was soaked scarlet. His eyes were still red, but all of his tears had dried. Taku knew what he had to do.

There was only one right answer for Takui Mihzu.

 

[Auteme]

Ryv Coren Starchaser Sapphire Cerulean Shaka Sunstar Takui ​

"You're a good kid, Auteme, and a great fething Jedi. You're one of the few true bridges between Wyatt's Order and Elise's, and you always have been. Give it ten years and you'll be running the place. Take care of yourself."

Being a bridge was becoming more and more difficult.

Ryv had, on more than enough occasions, told her his doubts about the Silver Jedi's integrity. Each time she'd calm him, reason with him, remind him that they were all Jedi and there were a million ways to help others. Far more than just fighting the Sith. By now he'd grown wiser; he understood his own biases. He was an 'opinionated bastard' as he'd put it the last time they'd had a meeting like this.

But this time was different. Now Coren and Ryv stood together aboard the neutral station; the Tribunal Station was a little more neutral than the Peace. So neutral it was almost a ramshackle station cobbled together through the will of a great many people who thought it was a good idea and made it work. Bridging, compromise, collaboration. She sat close to the center of the room.

That day, the Silver Jedi and the New Jedi Orders had come together to discuss...

Well, it'd be a surprise. She could guess well enough, but today was largely in the hands of the two men at the front of the discussion room. It'd be a pitch to the Silvers and New Jedi both to work together to do what was right. Auteme wouldn't hesitate to support it. Still, it was all about convincing everyone else.

And Coren kept saying he wasn't a politician.

As hard as he might try to avoid it, people respected him and thought he was worth giving responsibilities. He might've resigned his position as Grandmaster but many still listened to him.

She let out a deep sigh, releasing any frustrations and stresses she had before it began. After that, she gave a small thumbs up to Ryv and Coren. As often these things could turn sour she knew that the two of them working together was better than one coming to the table and getting railed on by all the rest.

The Jedi needed new direction and new unity. Whatever she could do to foster it -- she'd do it.

 

[Merrick Sato]

"Stalwart, I will stand, until mountains turn to sand."

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One meeting lead to another. One meeting on Peace had lead to much discussion within the Turhaya, still leaving them with considerable apprehension, but they both settled to hear things out, to see where this path lead... to another station, another gathering, this one larger than the last. Some faces familiar from previous, others evoking no recognition, but all were here under the same sort of banner. Thus far, despite lending their aid in many places under both bastions of Light, neither he nor Chiara Viren had parked themselves with a single government, a single order, an entity that might shackle them to a particular directive, but this...?

They were situated somewhere approximately around the middle of things, the clear divide and palpable tension that choked the chamber feeding their apprehension that much more, but his own steely resolve could be enough for them both. They wouldn't be here without the very real possibility that this could allow them to do more.

"You would think," he uttered low, leaning into a furtive aside with the violet-eyed healer, "that there's Sith in here."

Blind, it might be harder to tell. For his part, he was in robes, himself, but that was just a Jedi stereotype he was okay with when not explicitly being the Sentinel. When not trying, per se, to blend in. Not the same ones as the Concordian contingent, but more the style that clearly marked him as a child of Naboo. He looked ahead, some amplification of hearing cluing him in to the urging of the Sword of the Jedi to the Master with him. He dipped to Chiara, again.

"Seems we may be about to begin..."

He hoped too, that this simmering pot wouldn't boil over.

Auteme | Coren Starchaser | Ryv | Sapphire Cerulean | Shaka Sunstar | Takui

 

[Ripley Kühn]

Ripley was surrounded by her fellow order members, eyes on the gentlemen of the hour, but her mind was a million miles away. The presence of the other group in the room had spawned a philosophical debate with herself. After the announcement of the Silvers entering a defensive pact with the Sith, the knight struggled to comprehend how they even called themselves jedi. Jedi followed the light, defending it, battling the darkness- not working alongside it. They could say it was just a means to an end to defeat the Bryn'adul, but Ripley had read about several Sith Lords claiming they had only turned as a means to an end- it didn't make them any less of a Sith. Though Ripley didn't throw the Concord into the same boat just yet, they were walking a dangerous line.

Shuffling around her pulled Ripley back to the present, her eyes refocusing. One guy muttered something to the other, a queue they would surely start soon. She thought this gathering may be in regards to where her thoughts had been a moment ago, but wasn't completely sure. If it was, perhaps the Concord's declaration wasn't sitting well with their own, given their presence- maybe there was hope for them. The knight sighed, impatient for the meeting to commence.

 

[Zaavik Perl]

S H A D O W
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER

TRIBUNAL STATION // MEETING HANGAR

[ THIS IS OUR TIME ]​

Zaavik kept his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He opened and closed his newly attached cybernetic left hand within his pocket, still acclimating to the foreign artificial sensation. It was only a few days ago he'd been sleeping in a New-Imperial Prison. Now, with his release negotiated he again resided in an unfamiliar spaceborne dwelling. Still far preferable to POW status, at least he was free, even if the situation was far from ideal. He didn't think he could ever thank Ryv enough for getting him out of that. This would be the second time the Sword of the Jedi had saved him from a cruel fate. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he could ever thank Ryv enough for the coma, either.

His organic extremity retreated from the awkward safety of his pocket to scroll through the sports app on his AvPhone X Plus ULTRA. The Limmie scores were just as disappointing as he'd expected. Zeltros down by thirty with less than five minutes left. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with the home team. He kept browsing his phone. Four missed messages. Three other notifications. He'd check them later, not keen on being caught nose-deep in his phone when this all finally got started.

"Wow, I love your jacket," the Lethan Jedi standing to his left spoke up.

The jacket wasn't really his. Not originally, at least. Zaavik wasn't so inept as to divulge these details, opting instead to accept the compliment. "Oh, thanks. Just an old Corellian."

Small talk ensued. Zaavik did his best to keep up. Every sentence from the Zeltron was like a droid trying to compute the most appropriate response. These kinds of interactions were always so exhausting. The worst thing about strangers was how fickle their opinions could become. It felt like walking a tightrope of words with a fiery lake of scorn looming beneath.

"Oh, and your accent too! It's so smooth and eloquent."

Oh no. So we're at this point again, aren't we? The flirting had started, but the look in the Lethan's eyes said it all. It was of no merit of Zaavik's own that evoked such an interaction. Pheremones. Even if she believed it genuine, the chemical infatuation had already taken its intended toll. Foito. Zaavik tried to smile, but it was much closer to a grimace than anything genuine.

"Thanks," he groaned with the facade of enthusiasm only half-raised.

This obvious flag of disinterest stopped nothing. It never did. Zaavik scanned the room for an out, catching sight of Auteme a few meters away. Slowly he moved towards her, the Lethan slowly following as he continued to indulge her vapid interaction. He turned to accost Auteme as soon as reasonably possible. His face spoke infinite, tortured volumes. A bleak contrast to the sparkling eyed Lethan who was now positioned behind him and to the left.

"Are we still waiting on anyone? Coren and Ryv look ready, no?" He asked a meaningless and rather needless question given the circumstance. Anything to draw himself out of his previous interaction was good enough, though. "I'm guessing this is about the Compact, huh? Next thing we know they're gonna send us to Dantooine."

Every word was just a masked cry for help. Please help.

Coren Starchaser | Ryv | Shaka Sunstar | Takui | Sapphire Cerulean | Merrick Sato | Ripley Kühn ​

 

[Tom Kovack]

Tom didn’t want to get involved in the Sixth Great Schism (at least, if his calculations were correct, this was the sixth official Jedi schism, not counting what had happened since the Gulag Plague, which was full of irritating blank spots placed precisely so just to annoy future historians). But everyone who was active in the Silvers was being forced to take a side, so now he was here.

He had no clue why the SJC had tried to shack up with the Sith in the first place, and this lack of knowledge frustrated him more than anything else. The alliance had been abrupt, to say the least—they’d gone from fighting the Sith a few weeks ago to suddenly becoming allies, supposedly to better help combat the Bryn’adul invasion. Of course, the Bryn were in no position to fight against three factions at once, and if the alliance did pull through, they would be summarily annihilated in no time… but perhaps wiping the crab people out wasn’t the best option, even if it would save countless lives and stop their expansion.

No, Tom had to begrudgingly admit, the Bryn weren’t all bad. No creature or civilization was completely without merit. So he was glad to hear that many Jedi were in favor of trying to show them the Light and get them to stop killing… for all the good it would do. The price of “doing the right thing” in the end would involve condemning a whole lot of lives, and putting trillions more at risk.

The logistical nightmare alone was enough to give Tom heart palpitations. Billions, if not trillions of people on each planet, in each system along the border, would have to be evacuated. The refugees would be relocated to other worlds, where they would face plenty of hardships as they tried to rebuild their lives. Perhaps the one good thing about all of this was that the Sith Empire would fall… well, might fall, anyway. They always existed in one form or another.

As for Tom… ugh. He was a nobody here, a wallflower. He didn’t even have a master yet. Not to mention he had a little kid to worry about…

And then there was the problem of Starlin Rand being on the opposite side, so determined to follow his master Syd Celsius and fight the Bryn that he just might quit the Jedi gig altogether, rather than let himself be torn apart. Starlin was a good kid, dammit, but he had a bad habit of following along blindly with the people he trusted. And Syd was perhaps the one person in the galaxy he trusted the most, however misguided she might have been.

Tom took a seat not far from Merrick Sato , right in the thick of things. He wasn’t completely sure why he had come here. So far it seemed like an echo chamber. The people who were against the alliance far outnumbered those who were for it, thankfully—it was really only a big deal because major players like Thurion Heavenshield and Caedyn Arenais were throwing their considerable weight behind it, but that probably wouldn’t last for much longer anyway. So what exactly did they have to discuss here?

Coren Starchaser Ryv Shaka Sunstar Takui Sapphire Cerulean Ripley Kühn Zaavik Perl​

 

[Dair Cotarin <inactive>]

Coren Starchaser | Ryv | Shaka Sunstar | Takui | Sapphire Cerulean | Ripley Kühn | Zaavik Perl | Tom Kovack | Merrick Sato
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Dair strode into the hangar to the sight of Jedi facing Jedi in what could viscerally be felt as something akin to battle lines. The tension in the air was palpable even with his mental shields firmly in place. To his one side were the Silver Jedi, garbed much like he was in robes that stood out as Jedi Clothing, his own being in a soft off white more commonly seen in the Jedi Order when the Galactic Republic had still been in existence decades ago. To his other side was the New Jedi Order, an order more focused on battling the Sith than much else. They were comfortable in their identities as Jedi without the trappings he and the Silver Jedi used. There was slightly less anxiety from that side of the room, though also the ruminations of anger.

Dair felt like sighing, he felt like shaking his head. He wasn't a known quantity to many of the Jedi present, having taken years here and there to become who he was today. Years searching for his family history on Midvinter, years spent trying to come to terms with the death of a lifelong friend, the first he'd had since he had been rescued from the slavers as a young boy.

He did not shake his head or sigh. He instead strode from the corridor to the middle of the room, standing beside the few people who had chosen to do so and not take a side in something that desperately needed to not have sides.

Silently, he nodded to Merrick and those in the middle as he folded his hands into the sleeves of his robes and waited.

 

[Mesh Zetnu]

Mesh Zetnu // Can't Say I Didn't Warn You, Huh? // New Jedi Order Jedi Knight // Tribunal Station // Figure out what is going on
1x Bronze Lightsaber, 1 REC/STA-02 Advanced Shocktrooper Armour; Series Two, 1 Dark Khaki Over Cloak
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Mesh Zetnu wasn't one for the politics of the Jedi, but the sheer volume of Jedi assembled here proved that this had transcended above mere politics. Something was going to happen here. Something Important. Mesh didn't plan on being left out of whatever was going on. He knew that Auteme would be here, and her presence was enough to convince Mesh to come a long. Her service to the New Jedi Order and to the Galactic Alliance had earned her the respect of many, including himself.

He strode into the meeting room at the Tribunal Station and almost gawked at the assembled Jedi. There were a lot of them and they had almost subconsciously separated themselves by Order and allegiance. A cloud of uncertainty hung in the force here. It was an unsettling if impressive sight. Mesh moved towards the Jedi of the New Jedi Order. Whatever was going to happen here he would be surrounded by his allies. He intended to represent his Order well here. The Order that had given so much to him.

He eventually stood next to Shaka Sunstar a Jedi Knight from the Galactic Alliance that Mesh had seen many times throughout his various travels with the New Jedi Order but had never properly met.

"Jedi Knight Sunstar, I am Mesh Zetnu, what seems to be the occasion that can bring together this... diverse a collection of Jedi."

He gestured with his head towards the group of Silver Jedi gathered across the room as he spoke.

 

[A+OM]

There are many reasons to side with people. Many choose to do it out of necessity. The philosophy that is older than time of, The enemy of my enemy kind of deal. The Brynadul, while I have never fought them, were growing by the minute. Fighting against the Silver Jedi Concord. A massive player in the game of the Galactic Map. Taking up a very large portion of what could be considered as sacred grounds for the Jedi to learn and train from. The problem, is the Jedi seemed to be in a losing fight. These creatures that sought the destruction of people not of their own blood, was making the Concord, and its politicians fearful of what was to come. The Silver Jedi were doing all of their best, to my knowledge, of attempting to bring an end to this. Yet it was much easier said than done.

In an attempt to aid the Jedi, the Concord sought to ally themselves with the Sith. A sworn enemy since time immemorial. The Concord faced flack for this. Not just from some of their own Silver Jedi, but the Jedi of the growing Galactic Alliance. The New Jedi Order, heavily based upon the same grounds that a once well known Jedi started more than a thousand years ago, was wanting the Concord to withdraw their tactics of siding with the Sith.

I feared few things so far in my rather young life. As a child I feared the monsters under my bed. As a Teen I feared losing my family, as an adult I fear the people who would see to the destruction of many for little to none. Now? I am not sure what I should be fearing these days. It has not been long at all since I had left Kro Var. Not long has it been since I have sought to help the various Jedi Orders, and sects. I carried little with me, but even a warm body could be of use.

Meeting within this room. The Tribunal Station upon which Silver, Green, New, it did not matter what color or creed. Jedi came from everywhere at the behest of a well known Jedi of the generations. Coren Starchaser. Even I had heard of some of the man's exploits in attempts to gather the Jedi multiple times under banners of all kinds. His efforts to keep the Jedi as a cohesive unit was tried time and time again. Now, he stands before a group, Jedi split by the decisions of others, in an attempt to fight whatever darkness, Sith, Dark Jedi, Brynadul, and any more than came forth.

I found all of this confusing.

Some Silver Jedi supported the idea of the Concord. Wishing to bring a temporary truce with the Sith in order to stop the Brynadul. While others saw it as inviting the devil himself to have coffee. Yet, Tensions of the Sith are never higher with the past Civil Wars fought between this Sith Empire, and the Imperial Order. Going so far as to kill the Sith that Aided them in the attack against this Emperor Carnifex, and the House of ever growing Zambranos that grew each waking day.

My teachings as a Je'daii, while giving me much insight to the balance of the force, Saw that there was none here. Many sought war, and others sought peace through war. Crusaders wishing to end the rein of the Sith. More wishing to fight the Brynadul.

The arguments always led to the same place. Easy to be heard in everyone's speech. We need to gather together to fight against one common enemy at a time. However, the Sith, or the Brynadul? The choice was difficult. Many thought siding with the sith was the "lesser of two evils." And yet arguments of "There is no lesser evil, just evil." that would easily ring out.

Sitting there, within the stands of this Tribunal more akin to a massive arguing match, I stood up and just folded my arms. Unsure of what today may bring with Coren and this Sword of the Jedi from the New Jedi Order would bring. As two parts of the larger Jedi community as a whole, I hoped something would be settled. While I had no personal view upon this at the moment, I understood both sides to a degree.

I now knew what I feared.

The Jedi, would fight one another.

Mesh Zetnu Coren Starchaser Ryv Shaka Sunstar Takui Sapphire Cerulean Ripley Kühn Zaavik Perl Tom Kovack Merrick Sato Dair Cotarin <inactive> Auteme

 

[Hal Vaiken]

Tycho sat with his feet up, munching on a toothpick in his mouth. Tibanna stains dotted his space leather jacket and the stench of oil reeked off him. He'd spent the trip through hyperspace fixing the loads of problems his ship seemed to have. The ruffian looks of the former pirate turned Jedi contrasted heavily with the Silver Jedi; most, if not all, New Jedi did.

While waiting for the meeting to commence, Tycho fiddled with a motivator in his hands.

It needed changing but he was a tight-ass son of a schutta.

 

[Bernard of Arca]

Bernard stood straight, hands folded behind his back. No stains blemished his marshal uniform and he had the faint scent of clothes just freshly washed about him. He'd spent the trip through hyperspace taking care of loads of Marshal files the Service seemed to have. The orderly looks of a Jedi turned Marshal contrasted heavily with most of the New Jedi Order, if not all Jedi.

While waiting for the meeting to commence, Bernard noticed Hal Vaiken , the man seemed familiar somehow.

He tried to look past him to figure out what was going on in the meeting, but the place was too crowded to make out any details as of yet. So he strolled towards the only figure that seemed familiar so far.

"ID please," he said to the pirate Jedi, one hand extended expectantly towards the man.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Zaavik Perl //: OPEN TO INTERACTION //:

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Jedi gathered more often than not; it was enough to draw the ones that typically didn't bother themselves with Jedi Politics. These political struggles were often the true Jedi and who were a clown and a fraud. The Spy had seen it too many times before, and it was frustrating. At the end of the day, they all wanted the same thing. Which was the end of darkness and peace over the galaxy. With the power of free will, everyone assumed they were right. ​

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A hand covered her mouth while yawning as the typically absent Jedi Shadow slipped into the room of sorts. Allyson did her best to keep her nose out of the politics of the Jedi. Staying out meant that she could focus on the actual work that needed to be done, like getting the intel necessary to move forward with whatever war the government wanted to fund. Hands found their way into her leather jacket, one she wore with the original Rogue Squadron with the first iteration of the Galactic Alliance. If someone had told wet behind the ears naïve Allyson that there would be another Alliance after the original fall, she would have laughed. ​

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Still, when she thought about it - she had more faith in this group than before. Finding a place in the back, she kept herself hidden with the group of other Jedi. As much as she had been welcomed back into the New Jedi Order, she still felt like an outsider, but that was her job. ​

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Spies were to know, not be known. A shadow was meant to be quiet and not heard, among other things. Another yawn, and she stifled it against her elbow. Late-night surveillance was getting to her along with the extra work she had picked up for personal reasons. ​

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Allyson stood quietly as she scanned the faces of the room, each face that she knew she blinked and snapped a new holo-image of them. A few movements of her fingers assigned them to the dossier she collected and maintained for the SIA. She took a few more images to create a solid profile. She would search the database and find each of their names and start their dossier for the agency. Tedious work, but it was beneficial. ​

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In another corner of the room, she spotted her padawan. Just the look on Zaavik's face, she could already tell what was happening. A soft chuckle escaped through her curled smirk; he was utterly uncomfortable, which was an odd sight for a Zeltron. She let him suffer for a few moments longer, then nudged him through the Force. If he glanced over, she would wave slightly, letting him know it was safe beside her. It was his choice in the end; she wouldn't be bothered if he chose to remain with the others. ​

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Zaavik fit in better than she did, knowing that made her happy. It meant that he finally found a place he could belong to. Quiet memories of the boy she remembered on Zeltron when she was younger and working as the first mate to Ember Rekali. ​

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It was funny how the Force worked, but it would be nice if the Force could bring all the Jedi together for once in this lifetime. ​

Spoiler: All the Tags

//: Bernard of Arca //: Ryv //: Coren Starchaser //: Hal Vaiken //: A+OM //: Mesh Zetnu //: Dair Cotarin <inactive> //: Tom Kovack //: Ripley Kühn //: Merrick Sato //: Auteme //: Takui //: Shaka Sunstar //: Sapphire Cerulean //:

 

[Rik Perris]

Coming from the hanger himself, Rik caught snippets of chatter from others heading in the same direction. Who in the seven hells didn't know about Ryv ? Had to be living under a pretty big rock, or a temple bunny. That wasn't to say he had a thing against temples, but he hadn't set foot in one in months, the death of his great-grandfather sending him off, searching his soul. Was it selfish to leave things behind, to fold in on himself? He wrestled with that already. Guilt, regret, that he wasn't there in last moments became a sombre mood that he carried, passing from the hanger to the vast chamber where the meeting had yet to start - thankfully, he wasn't late.

Wearing neither robes, nor flightsuit, the Corellian looked more the spacer than anything, and hadn't shaved in at least a couple days. Only a 'saber at his hip and his making squarely for the NJO side of things said anything about his leanings, and his expression visibly brightened seeing familiar faces... he glanced around, over, and above heads for one or two people in particular, his visage falling briefly at a hope dashed, but questions, small talk after his well-being, and where he had been pulled him to the present, evoked memories of one he called brother flying away at the inquest. In that, maybe it was time to move on.

But he'd been around, he was okay, all assurances in answers to askings. It was time to get back to business, he'd heard the news of wayward Jedi, questionable alliances... and a gathering, gatherings arising in response. This seemed important. Family was important, but there were times when you had to choose. There were things out there that could take them away forever, if the surge of the dark encroached any further.

That couldn't happen. He wouldn't let it happen.

Bernard of Arca | Coren Starchaser | Hal Vaiken | A+OM | Mesh Zetnu | Dair Cotarin <inactive> | Tom Kovack | Ripley Kühn | Auteme | Takui | Shaka Sunstar | Sapphire Cerulean | Allyson Locke​

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Noise began to echo down the long hallway.

After arriving late aboard his ship Thunderstruck he made sure to hurry up and not be late to this meeting. His robe flowed behind him, the darker colors being mirrored back from the bright walls.

Once he got closer and closer it became more apparent that there was at least 100 people in the room. Heading inside he looked out at all of the Jedi. He noticed Coren and another Jedi standing towards the center. Little groups stood around them, murmuring amongst themselves.

It became very apparent that he knew almost no one in here. Standing alone would bring unwanted attention to himself, and he didn’t want that. After stepping inside he noticed Takui by himself, so he head over.

“Hey man, anything important I missed?”

Taku was a good guy, and he hoped that they could become good friends. With all of the issues going on in the galaxy, it would be nice to know someone might have his back. Last time he had that was with Caden Evesa , and only the force knows last time he saw him.

Hopefully the meeting would continue soon.


Bernard of Arca | Coren Starchaser | Hal Vaiken | A+OM | Mesh Zetnu | Dair Cotarin <inactive> | Tom Kovack | Ripley Kühn | Auteme | Takui | Shaka Sunstar | Sapphire Cerulean | Allyson Locke | Rik Perris

 

[Kenth Ordo]

Fiddling quietly with a thermos full of caf, Kenth mostly kept to himself as the area filled up with hundreds of Jedi, most of them more than likely much more experienced with the Jedi way than he was. He knew absolutely nobody here save for Auteme and perhaps Shaka Sunstar, and even then they weren't necessarily acquainted with one another.

The only thing he knew about the situation was that the Silver Jedi Concord were aligning themselves with the Sith Empire to fight the New Imperial Order despite the fact that they had a terrible horde encroaching on them from the edge of the galaxy that was likely more pertinent to deal with than a band of seceding fascists. But Kenth didn't know much about strategic efficiency, it's not like he used to be a successfully commissioned officer in the Galactic Alliance Defence Force or anything.

Truth be told, he'd rather be catching a nap in his bunk aboard his newly-modified ship. He'd managed to pool his credits to get one of those weighted Tomuon wool blankets that were super comfortable. He'd need his energy since he'd be heading for Dantooine after this meeting to scout the numerous crystal caverns, rather braving the Sith than the cold wastes of Ilum to find a lightsaber crystal.

Being a Jedi was hard.

Bernard of Arca | Coren Starchaser | Hal Vaiken | A+OM | Mesh Zetnu | Dair Cotarin <inactive> | Tom Kovack | Ripley Kühn | Takui | Sapphire Cerulean | Allyson Locke | Rik Perris | Okkeus Dainlei | Ryv ​

 

[Hal Vaiken]

He ceased fiddling with the motivator and took out the toothpick from his mouth. The ex-pirate sniffed the air, smelled like schutta in here. No wonder - given the congregation of Jedi who have been sleeping all the while the Sith were running the show.

"Huh?" Tycho wheezed, eyes scanning the man. Tidy, neat, looks like a prick. "Who the hell are you? The Taxman?"

Spacer trash attitude never went out of style.

It keeps running in the blood.

Bernard of Arca

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

"I can't believe it took a bloody schism for you to finally come and visit my space station, Starchaser!"

If they weren't too engrossed in their own conversations, the majority of Jedi present might notice the voice roaring out from the back of the room, turning to see the one calling out at the esteemed Jedi Master. It could be said, perhaps, that the owner of the voice fit in better with the group of New Jedi Order members, given that he had chosen to forgo wearing robes in favour of comfortable trousers and a nice shirt. Of course, the oversized blaster pistol hanging from his hip, alongside the pair of lightsabers, would certainly help set him apart even from them.

He walked forward with a relaxed smile, greeting members from both sides of the aisle as he did so. Kenth Ordo received a quick, heavy-handed pat on the back as Cotan passed him by, he shook hands with a few members of the Silver group, and then he came in front of Bernard of Arca and Hal Vaiken , patting the former on the shoulder. "ID, please," he parroted, focused squarely on the white-haired young man. "Wrong kind of marshal for this station, kid, and he was already vetted to land." Without even waiting for a response he slipped on past, coming up by Auteme and Zaavik Perl . He recognized the former from the meeting he'd just attended in Alliance space. Some sort of relatively well-known archivist.

Wait. Doesn't she know Quill?

Digging into a pocket, he fished out a deputy badge for the Judges and pressed it into her hand before she could refuse. "Welcome to security detail, kid," he said, giving her an encouraging thumbs-up. "Don't let me down, alright? I'm counting on you." And he turned, disappearing back into the crowd of Jedi.

Of course, there was an unmistakably noticeable presence of other Judges, sheriffs, deputies, and marshals alike, all around the edges of the room. Just to make sure nothing got out of hand, of course, but that wouldn't stop Cotan from injecting some Outer-Rim-levity into what must be an otherwise tense situation for all the actual Jedi around.

Before long, he made it to the center alongside Ryv and Coren Starchaser , flashing both with his easy-going grin after having made his way through the massive throng of Force-wielders with his trademark, totally-not-copied-from-actual-smugglers swagger. "Hope you two don't mind the choice of habitat for this," he said, giving a quick head nod at the room. "Would've put you in one of the larger ones, but some second-rate star jockey showed up with a hold full of gizka, and we're still busy flushing them out and cleaning up all of the big spaces." He turned slightly, facing Ryv.

"Ryv, right? I'm Cotan. Nice to finally meet you, rather than just seeing holonews out of the GA mentioning you." He held out a hand to the younger Jedi, expectantly. "Just don't break anything while you're on the station, and drinks at the cantina in habitat module C-4 are on me."

Cotan Sar'andor, Grand Marshal of the Judges, was back in style.