Conclave of the Jedi Order (The Galactic Republic).

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The Jedi Temple of Yutan.​

Conclave of the Jedi Order of the Republic.​

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[member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Jordun Darko."] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Senji Selah"] | [member="Jorvan Hatha"] | [member="Kras Tolem"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] | [member="Sheila"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"]​

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This was not the return to the Order that Veiere had imagined; such was the will of the force that it endeavor to work in such mysterious ways as to still surprise and humble him after so many decades of service to the Order of old. Back home on Svivren, where the branch that he had been posted at was a much smaller representation of the forgotten era of Jedi, one where most were known by a first name basis and the numbers were so small that it failed to compare to a place such as the vast and beautiful temple of Yutan whose walls were lined with the markings of the old ways, yet despite the thousands of people that came and went during their visits, it was concerning to see just how much things had truly changed. Veiere Arenais, the former Jedi Knight of Svivren, who's role in the Order had never been one of leadership nor reliant upon appearances but the scholar whom trusted above all else in the will of the Force that it would guide him; now found himself standing within the center of his empty class awaiting the other notable members of the Order whom remained, to join in this conclave and discuss the future of the Jedi Order's role in the Galactic Republic.

The cold hard facts were unmistakable, the Order's position within the Republic had declined greatly. Though the Jedi themselves numbered in the thousands still, many of them had sought other paths to better serve the needs of the Galaxy in the ways they had each seen fit; new branches and organizations had been formed to combat the age of oppression in their own individual and unique own way; and yet the Galactic Republic had been abandoned. After centuries of the Jedi standing by the Republic, not it's politicians but it's people and the pursuit for democracy and peace within their reach; Wars were being waged, chaos had ensued throughout every corner of the galactic charts and struggling to keep its head above water, the need for the Jedi Order of old, had never been greater.

Thus far, Veiere had returned to active duty; not as an official member of the Order but as an instructor still; he had yet to return to his former role as a Jedi Knight due to reasons that were partially reliant upon the outcome of this Conclave as well as the trials of his past, that which the others did not know save for [member="Lady Kay"]. She of whom, Veiere had informed of this meeting so that she were not to miss his presence without proper reason; he did not expect that she would take part in this meeting as she was neither a member herself yet he had found her support thus far, gratifying and of much help to his personal spirits. The Exile of Svivren had visited many of the Republic's worlds now, he had been engulfed in war, shed blood, sweat and pushed himself to his limits to ensure the safety of the people of Mimban; yet he was but one man. One man standing in-front of a history, a legend that had once shown hundreds upon thousands of men and woman that pursued balance in the force, that followed the light so emphatically as to dedicate their lives to the often-thought strict yet necessary code and conduct that was the Jedi Path...

Here, he had called for the remaining members of the Jedi Order that stood with him in the belief that the Jedi were still needed within the Republic. Not rogues and scattered shadows of the past but a reformed and re-invigorated collaboration of Jedi, that would again stand as Knights and Masters of the Republic under a Council swayed not by politics but sought the betterment of galactic society within the Republics reach, and beyond if they were to be called to. Unsure of himself, he trusted in the Force that it might do right by the greater good of the Republic, regardless of the majority vote, he sought to remind the galaxy that some had not lost their way and that the light still shone on democracy.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune Rhur folded his hand on the conference table. History repeated itself again and again. Things had deteriorated within the Order and they sought to rebuild. This very thing had happened during the time of the Jedi Exile.

Then they were able to rebuild and grow strong. They were few but they became many. It would require much determination if it were to happen. The Bith felt confident that it would as he looked around the room.

Beings of all sorts had gathered here to speak and listen. He could feel the hope and the resolve.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Sheila]

Sheila raised her eyes as she sat there on Mako's shoulder, the grandmaster of the order was looking at the ones who had assembled while he was drinking some tea with the small jedi master getting a thimble half her size she could balance in the folds of his robe while preparing to listen to this. She had been trained in the jedi order and worked with Corvus Raaf who had determined the jedi were overtaking the Republic and they had been. It had been in their interest so she had stepped back the order and given the Republic a chance to breath letting Mantic take those who wanted to here to Yutan where Sasori had worked with Suravi to reconstruct the temple with the self sustaining modules and equipment that the first temple and a few others now used. If anything she felt old despite likely being the eldest there and one of the jedi masters from Corvus tenure as the grandmaster. Now she just kind of got to fly around and train others who wanted to learn. "So ah how do you think it will go old man?" She asked the bearded grandmaster while he was looking at her. "Old man... aren't you getting up there in your age little one?" He gave a belly laugh and she laughed a little as well with the sound of silver bells chiming before. "Maybe I am almost four now but still have seen different conclaves and how they have went. Almost six months maybe since the last one wanting the jedi to galvanize." She looked at him and pointed. "At least this time we have tea."

 

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[member="Kian Karr"] had long since disappeared.

The mission Cyril had planned with the Master of Shadows had been a success: the Dark Lord of the One Sith was dead, the galactic power shattered and Coruscant in the hands of the Galactic Alliance. The terribly risky mission had results greater than either of Jedi Masters could have hoped for.

It was a shame that Kian wasn't around to hear about their mutual success. When Cyril had reached out to his contacts in the flagging conclaves of the shadows, he had found naught but confusion and suspicion. Few knew of his actual involvement in the Jedi-planned assassination. Even fewer knew that the mission had come to fruition by the hands of Jedi agents.

But then the Sith had always been easy to manipulate. The Republic always seemed to fail when facing them in a straight fight, but their first real victory against the Sith had broken their ancient enemy's back. Months of planning and a full year of parading about as a Sith Lord had seen Cyril to the Dark Lord's palace. A few seconds of great sacrifice and unforgivable death had seen the venture proven.

The reports had been filed and the Jedi Order's involvement in the failed coup of the One Sith had never surfaced. Those involved had either died in the endeavor or faded into obscurity. Cyril had been content to do the same until he heard the call.

Memories of a similar conclave came to mind as he stepped into the chamber. The venture was a failed one, but it had been educational. The Silvers would never unite; they were content in the position they had made for themselves. The NJO was too dissimilar to their parent organization: rogues, delinquents, and others bringing the fight to the Sith in their own manner. Cyril admired them all, but in them he saw a danger too.

He hoped this meeting would have a better conclusion.

Durasteel boots on a decorative floor clanged as he found a seat at the edge of the meeting. He'd exchanged his plain brown trapping for a robe of crimson sheathed in a phrik breastplate and shoulder pauldrons. His legs were similarly ensconced, and runes of warding had been carved into the steel of his gauntlets. At his side hung three lightsabers: one of murderous basalt and a spiked countenance, a long slender blade of an Atrisian design, and a final third of a more traditional design. The latter was clipped to his left hip so that he might wield it with his dominant hand easily.

I wish you were here Kian. I wish you could see what we've accomplished.

The shrouded man tilted his head back far enough so that sapphire eyes might peer out from the rim of red. His lips pressed into a thin line.

"You've called us together to inform us of our death throes?" He asked, his question hanging like a guillotine. One who listened well might have heard a hint of amusement lacing his words. "If so, I'm afraid you're a bit late on the report. If not, then I'm honored to be in the same room as the lot of you."

He waved a hand in vague greeting to the gathering as a whole, but his attentions centered on the man standing in the center. "And you're the one who called. Tell me, friend, who might you be?"

[member="Sheila"], [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]. [member="CazoaMani"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay had indeed come when [member="Veiere Arenais"] told her of his intentions. They were admirable. After he had set off for Yutan, she scheduled in a few days off. Kay had won the election on Commenor, having been sworn in as President by the Elders. It was a victory by a landslide and she had wondered if [member="Jorvan Hatha"] had anything to do with it. Regardless, she was using the excuse of political relations in order to check up on her friend.

She shrunk down her Force signature to that of a small tree nut before stepping inside. Her eyes found Veiere almost immediately. Whether Kay would be asked to go or stay, she wasn't certain. But she wanted him to be aware that she still supported his choice to follow this path. Even if they couldn't walk it together right now, that could always change in the far future.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Sheila"] [member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian Adasca quietly slipped into the hallowed halls of the Jedi Conclave. The inquisitive Jedi Consular had taken a long 'leave of absence' from service with the Republic to explore the galaxy to discover the truth about both the physical realm and.. himself. On his travels, the Arkanian Jedi had come into contact with the infamous Sith Lord Darth Mephirium. Except he wasn't a Sith Lord. It was a masterful ruse, a ploy designed and implemented to deal a killing blow to the hated regime of the One Sith 'Empire' that had continued to oppress and massacre civilians on a scale unseen since the dark days of depravity and blood lust of the Rakatan Infinite Empire and all their murderous arrogance. What was the blood of civilians, the blood of those killed upon Coruscant worth it it all to Mephirium? Vorian flickered his smooth, white eyes onto the cloaked visage Atrisian blade. He probably asks himself the same question.

In any case, Vorian had no authority or right to judge.

Instead, he presented himself to the Jedi Conclave along with Mephirium. For all it's flaws, the Republic was one of the few galactic entities capable of combating the Sith and their genocidal madness. That is why, above all else, he unflinchingly attended this Conclave. Unity was needed to liberate the oppressed masses of the galaxy.. something that would not be a issue if the craven vultures hanging at the rim of the galaxy, the Mandalorians, the Silver Jedi truly cared to stir themselves from their slumber to put a end to the deaths of countless millions men, women and children...

Bah.

He supposed that would just be something to bring up.

 

[Armand Temi]

Cath had made the decision to resign her political role to join the ranks of the Order, and quite frankly she didn’t need to think twice about it. This is exactly where I need to be, she thought.

Knowing little about [member="Veiere Arenais"], other than he was a gentle and patient teacher, the Eldorai padawan followed his lead and arrived at the Jedi Conclave on Yutan, which wasn’t too far from her home thankfully. But at times it would take brave and mysterious women and men to help stir the embers into a bright fire, to cast off the mantle of apathy and indifference.

Cath may have been diminutive, but her boot-steps thumped along the stone floor as loud as any of the taller, more experienced Jedi. The petite elvish girl carried herself like a noblewoman, and although she was a Bardottan Princess, this would not be something she advertised. Still, she had a look of the highborne about her with her hair swept up in a top knot with silvery-black tendrils caressing her lithe shoulders and wearing, not padawan robes as Arenais had seen before, but a flowing white gown, Cath was eager to hear what Veires and the likeminded Jedi of the Order had to discuss today. She took her place next to [member="Vorian Adasca"], who reminded her a bit of the Eldorai in appearance alone, though she knew not from where he hailed.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Sheila"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran took a few steps into the meeting chambers, silent as she could be. Even though she had received the call, the knight didn't know most anyone in the room. The mantle of Jedi wasn't one she had worn in a long time. Perhaps that was for the best. She had never been the best Jedi. She was full of anger at the Sith back then. So young. And so stupid.

How did she ever make it to where she was today?

She remembered the GLC, and the Order. They had helped her become better. She wasn't a little ball of anger anymore. As she studied the room, she said nothing, merely sitting down near the door. Maybe she should take the mantle back. Maybe it was time to be a Jedi again.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Sheila"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Cath Lorr"]

 

[Senji Selah]

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The zooming noise classical to that of exiting hyperspace was heard within the Dynamic-class freighter as it appeared seemingly out of thin air. Outside and behind the plassteel canopy a bright dot had come into view, standing in deep contrast to the raven void and seemingly emptiness of space that spanned in all directions around it. The ship in question had arrived at the Yutan system, its engines flaring to life as it swooped towards the planet ahead.

It had been a long time since it had last set course for the Jedi Temple of Yutan. The ship had instead spend the last half year or so on the frozen world that was Arkania. The pilot of the old freighter, a relatively unknown Jedi librarian had for long tried to remain unfaced by the sudden disappearence of several high echelon voices of the Jedi Order. After all, internal politics was not something he admired, nor understood. Not once during his 31 years of serving in the order had he contacted a master to talk about such. Not once had he questioned their political decisions, it had never been in his place.

However recently, as he had been searching for a forgotten amulet on Arkania, the librarian had started to become concerned with the decaying state the Order had been left in. It had preoccupied his mind and distracted him from his task of finding the old artifact. When the transmission for a gathering at the Conclave had reached him he had been closer than ever to finding the artifact. The news had provoked frustration due to his needed cease of his search, but also provided him with the reassurance that something could still be done. Now he just needed to show up.

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The sounds of leather boots against tiled stone was heard as the librarian, a humanoid male walked down the halls of the temple. He towered 1.85 meters into the air, his well-built physique seen even behind his obscuring black robes with silver trimmings. Together with the robes, he wore a pair of large loose black trousers, made in such a way that they allowed for effortless movement, held in place by his knee tall boots. Around his waist a large leather belt was seen, a curved hilt lightsaber clipped onto it.

However, the most notable feature to this mans appearance was the durasteel face shaped mask that was seen covering his face, almost silver like in its appearance it was decorated with various curves along where the cheekbones, nose and eyes would have been.

It seemed emotionless, menacing even, allowing only two holes for the eyes and nostrils and a couple of slits by the mouth to allow breathing and talking to be more effective. The man behind the mask was the jedi padawan which birth name was Senji Selah, one he rarely went by these days, instead using Unsung as a title to show his dedication to the force, sporting no true identity.

As he entered the Conclave he spoke, his voice bass and polite: ”Forgive my tardiness. The droids are working on restoring my navi computer to full functionality, won’t happen again.” He bowed his head at the gathering and glanced the room as he went to sit down close by Vorian and Cath.

[member="Cath Lorr"] :: [member="Sheila"] :: [member="Dune Rhur"][member="Vorian Adasca"] :: [member="Lady Kay"] :: [member="Darth Mephirium"] :: [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The roaring engine of the Aleph starfighter would begin to calm as Tugoro powered the vehicle down, standing up to open the cockpit hatch and exit. The young mans booted feet would land audibly upon the landing pads surface, which extended into a catwalk that led into the Jedi Temple of Yutan. It had been a long time since Tugoro had returned to one of the temples, but the mere sight of it brought memories rushing back into the mans mind.

Memories he long thought were lost to the war, and the shroud of the dark side. It seemed to grow ever more, hopefully this meeting would provide some silver lining. How could it not? Shaking off the thoughts with a brief frown, the Knight began to wander the temple halls, wishing his old allies could be present. Kian, Anarya, Corvus, Kana, all people he had not heard from in years. Even worse was his communication with past mentors, Zaren, The Dark Man, etc. Not that he had formed much of a connection with them, but he didn't need to, for his loyalty was always with the Republic, no matter what struggles it went through.

Finally arriving at the conference room, Tugoro would allow his mind to reach out with he force, soaking in whatever he could observe from the gathering. There were some familiar faces, like [member="Dune Rhur"] and [member="Lady Kay"]. Beyond that, however, appeared to be a new generation of protectors and peacekeepers of the Republic. With a traditional bow that was characteristic of most Jedi, the young man would speak briefly, "Thank you for having me," before moving to the side. He was eager to serve once more.
[member="Senji Selah"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Saran Drast"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Sheila"]

 

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[member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] | [member="Vorian Adasca"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Sheila"] | [member="Saran Drast"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

The room was slowly filling up though he had hoped others would still arrive. In his travels and his discussions he had seen a need for this meeting, a desire to set things right in the Jedi Order once again; it was the will of the Force that the Jedi serve and honor its calling and in those that he looked upon now, he felt admiration in that each of them on some part had recognized the need to come together and continue the talks that others before him had tried to initiate and push forward themselves. Veiere had not yet met with the Grandmaster of the current state of the Order, it had not occurred to him that there remained any leadership within what he had so far seen to be a scattered relic of the former Jedi Organization, had he known otherwise then he might have sent word ahead in proper respect to give notice to the older man who so quietly sat among the rest of them, humble as was the Jedi way.

There were now a couple faces that he recognized among them. [member="Cath Lorr"] had been his student for a time while she visited Yutan, a former member of political nature, she had since given up the life to dedicate herself to the Jedi Order. [member="Lady Kay"], had returned to Politics and now resided on Commenor, the newly elected President and his close friend who had shared in equal part with [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] who had helped to persuade the man out of his former exile. Finally there was [member="Dune Rhur"], who's presence had felt familiar to him in their first meeting upon Deneba, at the time it had begged the question as to why, yet now in seeing that he had joined the others, Veiere quietly mused to himself, the workings of the Force.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] was the first to speak up, his aura in the Force was overshadowed with something distance, a shade of darkness perhaps and yet Veiere had not sensed any heed for warning as they'd filed in one after the other. He did not know the experiences of this man and vice versa; as he questioned as to who Veiere himself was, he was reminded that none of these people knew of his past affiliations with the Jedi Order, nor did they have any reason to trust him, really. Thus their presence was all the more significant, gratifying and regrettable that it had come to this.

"A sound question..." He began to answer, speaking up so all those around him could listen. He paused briefly as the latest newcomer, [member="Senji Selah"] offered their apologies for stepping in later than the rest yet Veiere simply smiled, he would not be the last. "My name is Veiere Arenais and I am a former Jedi Knight of the branch on Svivren; overcome and brought to ruin by that of the Sith Empire fourteen years ago. I am a former Exile, I have spent twelve of those fourteen years upon the ice world of Alzoc Three...-But most importantly, I am no different from many of you...", he did not enjoy talking about himself and to be put on a pedestal was the last place he wished to be. "The Majority of my life I have followed and believed in the Will of the Force, trained since a youngling of the Jedi Path and the Code that teaches us of our role in the galaxy, that teaches us of the light of the Force and warns us of the temptations of the Darkness. I have fought to protect the people while the Republic has been besieged in the late battle on Mimban, and I have visited Rhen Var and collaborated with the Watch of the Silver Sanctum Coalition, hearing their view surrounding the chaos the galaxy has become and learning of their ideals. Above everything, I am someone who sees the current state that the Jedi Order of the Republic now lies in and like many of you, I know of the need the Galaxy still has of us...".

"I am one man...-One man who believes that the standards of the Jedi Order that once was so present in the Galaxy that it stood to challenge the Sith and deter them from the oppression of worlds, decline so far as to no longer resemble what we were..." That was a bold statement and one that he hoped would rest on their minds, in Veiere's eyes it was the truth, the current truth and one that, seeing so many of these prominent Jedi around him, he knew it could change.

"Today, I have asked you all here, not to sell you some story of fame and glory of the past, but because the complacency that has befallen us all has contributed to the collapse of Order and the denial of the peace and security that we once offered the people of democracy..." He wrapped his cloak around his legs, his hands soon drawing into either sleeve while he gripped his wrists, taking a breath and steadying his tone. He was no leader, no one special among the history of Jedi Councils and Grand-masters or those who had served in the light and passed into the next world leaving a grand mark upon the galaxy, Veiere, when it truly came down to it, was no one to these people but still, a servant to the Force and dedicated of the path. "...-And I have no wish to lead. It does not worry me who among us stands up to guide the future of the Jedi Order yet I do see the need for the Council to be reinstated, that our path always be considered true and just...-that we will know that these Jedi that might become Councilors have the best interests of the Republic in mind and are not swallowed in the web of politics that has seen us turn on one another in a time before...".

Returning his gaze to that of Darth Mephirium, he acknowledged he alone in his question once more. "I am a man of words, a pacifist and a scholar. I am also incapable of seeing any of this come into fruition, alone. We are needed here, all of us...".

 

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Mephirium was very much wishing staff would get around to changing his tags.

He flashed Vorian a thin smile as he saw the Arkanian take a seat. The young man was a troubled sort, albiet one of the greater Jedi Cyril had the pleasure of working alongside of. He was pleased to see that Vorian had come to the conclave, no matter the younger man's reservations.

Other filed in as well, most that Cyril did not know. that was usually the case -- he had always worked on the sidelines. His ventures with the shadows were always quiet things; his involvement with the order so sparsely covered some might question whether his loyalties truly lay with the Republic. Of course, if one were to take a look at his actions, they would know the truth.

He grinned. "Impressive words Arenais," he bowed his head somewhat, "Words I could entertain. What you speak of is unity and a defined leadership. Rules and ethics befitting of the order." He rose up from his feet and strolled over to the table near the center of the room. Cybernetic fingers drew along the cold durasteel and his gaze flickered from one person to the next.

"The Dark Lord is dead. Master Karr and the other shadows planned the assassination. We fought together in the dark, and in the end, we succeeded. The Sith are splintered right now, but they will find a new leader soon enough." He reached up to draw back his cowl. Cyril was a seasoned man that could have been anywhere from his early thirties to his late forties. A mop of raven hair sat atop his head and coupled with a wiry beard. His eyes were blue spheres set into a patrician face lined with old smiles.

"In Karr's stead, I will back you in this movement of yours."

[member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Senji Selah"], [member="Saran Drast"], [member="Cath Lorr"], [member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Sheila]

Sheila was looking at the others coming in and wondered who most of them were as none had seemed to be around after Mantic vanished. It left the master in a state when she listened to the grandmaster speak. "When was the council ever disbanded to the point it needs reinstatement?" He took a sip of the tea watching more filter in. "At the time when I was voted in by the order there were no jedi masters save two one who is trying to atone for her previous actions and one who when offered turned it down. Aside from Master Dune who is brand new to his position who else is there as a master within the order young padawan?" Sheila looked at them from the shoulder as the small two inch tall jedi master stood up.

Her wings buzzing quickly though while she shifted from one shoulder to another and moved to a small area from an overhanging plant. She was listening and looking at the ones there with some interest. "Though your plan is to what? The jedi have had a long road while you were in exile, while you traveled. Many more things have happened that simple words will not erase. We have had grandmasters manipulate the republic to install a councilor they could control as the supreme chancellor. We have had the chancellor manipulate the jedi order just the same. We have had both work together to battle against the sith empire as well. To protect the order Corvus Raaf made a choice."

He remained there with a small look on his face now as Sheila was sitting there listening to the rest of the words coming out leaning over. "The betrayal of our own at the battle of Coruscant speaks volumes for how the order became. Then the schisms that have led to orders splitting off and the ego that goes into many of them. We have worked to reestablish connections with many of these groups but the wounds still remain for many of them. Their pride and their ego in believing they are the only ones who know how the order should be run." He remained there with the small master waiting to see what they might be having to do with a few of the other things. "You have brought all of these jedi together and tell them you want to present a new direction but will not lead it."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was now aware of a couple of others that she knew besides [member="Veiere Arenais"] in attendance. There was [member="Sheila"] whom she had first met after going into business with a Mandalorian. And then there was [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] whom she had met at the Enclave. They both taught eachother valuable skills and for that she was thankful. She bowed her head to them.

She liked what Veiere had to say, even if it meant that he couldn't work for her full time. But she was bound to get help from either of these other Jedi, she was sure.

Kay then turned her attention to [member="Darth Mephirium"] as he spoke of the Dark Lord being dead and the Sith splintering apart. That was good news, especially for Commenor. With the Sith busy with their own problems, it lessoned the chance of them invading worlds that cradled their borders. And who knows? Maybe Sith territory would be pushed back away from Commenor? That would indeed be a great thing and allow the Commenori to relax a bit. Even then, she wouldn't mind having a Jedi escort from time to time to watch over her during her diplomatic missions.

[member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Senji Selah"] [member="Saran Drast"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[WolfMortum]

The old man beside Sheila spoke out in conjecture and while Veiere listened, he also looked to the others and awaited their input until a few moments after where only silence and anticipation seemed to take the stage. 'Very well...' he thought to himself, presuming that they too wished to hear his response. "We have not met you and I, but I assure you it has been a very long time since I was last called upon as a Padawan..." Veiere chuckled warmly, to be considered younger was a welcome compliment to his mind, one his body had been arguing most uncomfortably of late though perhaps that was in response to the sudden demands of duty. "Furthermore, if there truly is a Jedi Council still in place then why is it not asking what I am asking of those still of faith to the Order, now. Complacency and Inaction have led to this decline, as much so as the departing members that now form the Silver Sanctum or the other sects of the Jedi Order across the Galaxy, but why has the sufferings of the past led to the neglect of our future when throughout the ages the Jedi Order has struggled, been pushed down only to rise again, countless times. It is the nature of the Dark Side that the light be challenged and here I can clearly see it has been victorious in killing our knowledge of who we used to be and the path that we once followed...".

The little one, [member="Sheila"] then spoke as to question his discomfort for leading the movement and to this he understood why. "It is true, yes, I do not want to be in a position of leadership..." He paused, his eyes looking to the others of the room and realizing that yes, again he was the one standing within the center whos eyes all remained on him save for [member="Darth Mephirium"] who was now behind him having already openly claimed his support, something that Veiere was appreciative of and would need to discuss with more so following the conclave; he could feel there was much more behind what he was able to see here. "We need a Council, that goes without saying and one who will act and keep us distanced from the politicians so that we are not to become weapons of war but remain keepers of the peace...-I understand that there might be few willing to carry this burden" His brows furrowed, his gaze shifting to the floor momentarily. 'This will certainly put off his trip to Rhen Var for the immediate time, the Watch will have to understand...'. "I will step forward on two conditions and they are that this is the wish of the true Jedi Order and that I am not alone. Any man can be tempted by the Dark Side, I am no different from the rest of you and I would not see one man at the head but rather a collective of minds able to question and contemplate the needs of the galaxy and the will of the Force in fair equal measure".

"I have spoken to many and I know of our recent history. It is true that I was not here for it and perhaps that is something to be thankful of, Force forbid that I ever lose faith in our position here. The Galactic Republic wishes democracy and freedom, good living for the people and yet through politics they are marred by scandal and self-righteousness; Not all of them of course yet that is the very nature within politics and why the Jedi have always steered away from it in our history. The Jedi cannot become any more entwined in these proceedings than what we have been already and I would see that we once again stop all sharing of the teaching of the force to those in a position such as the senate, that they might abuse it. Only those that wish to dedicate their lives to the Order, that they might learn of the discipline required, should be encouraged to practice and learn of the Force...", This was a recent discussion had with several people and one that he knew would be controversial yet rogues were made in such ways that the teaching of the Force was not cared for with the utmost scrutiny. How the Jedi Order could be expected to maintain the balance in the Force and keep the peace when they were allowing anyone of any nature to come and study with them, was beyond his knowing.

[member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Jordun Darko."] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Senji Selah"] | [member="Jorvan Hatha"] | [member="Kras Tolem"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] | [member="Sheila"] | [member="Darth Mephirium"]

 

[Sheila]

Sheila look at the one and then at the grandmaster as he spoke. After taking a drink of the tea. "I don't know how I could have been more clear. There is a council, it has a room of vacant seats because the only jedi master here turned down a seat when it was offered to her. Since then we have had one other master emerge in the order. Dune has talent but he is young and thrusting him into a position to fill a seat will not do. Every council member will be vetted and shown to have the wisdom and experience needed to lead." The old man sat there but held out a hand. "Now unless Master Sheila wishes to take the position that she turned down before there is very little to be gained from stating what we already do with the Republic." He was waiting and Sheila didn't really worry about it, she barely noticed the other people speaking while she turned a few of the things over in her head after dueling and handling the situation. "Ah well since he keeps wanting a council to be formed. I'll accept old man... I am not getting any younger." She said it with a small look from above in the potted plant when the grandmaster spoke again. "Good and for it I will allow you to help determine the other council members if there are ones we have overlooked. You are much more spry then I am." She fluttered down and stood there on his hand in all of full two inches of glory. "Fine fine, I'll check them out ah.... I have no idea who most of these people are with the exception of Former Senator Kay... oh and Dune because he is the first in awhile to reach masterhood within the Republic."

Spoiler

[3:49 PM] Suravi Teigra: Just be a council member.
Functionally, you'd be second in command to the NPC grandmaster.
Which means you look after the Jedi day to day.
[4:03 PM] Suravi Teigra: but for now you're the defacto head of the Jedi right now.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Seeing one of his old students always pleased the Bith. He nodded to [member="Vorian Adasca"] as he took his seat at the table. Both of them had done some soul-searching in past months. He understood why his friend would do so better than most.

[member="Darth Mephirium"] (Cyril) spoke first. [member="Veiere Arenais"] spoke eloquently. Dune spoke not at all and chose instead to listen. He turned to regard a face he hadn't seen in a very long time, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"].

The pixie-like Master [member="Sheila"] spoke too and she was well-versed in the traditions of the old Order. Even [member="Lady Kay"] had managed to make time despite her recent political victory. It truly was of great importance to her. That gave him a sense of hope.

He took in new faces among the crowd. [member="Saran Drast"] was one such Knight he'd only heard tell of and never had met. [member="Senji Selah"] and [member="Cath Lorr"] were among those who represented the future of their tradition. It gave him even greater resolve to be reminded of that.

It was already a fine turnout. He hoped more would come but it boded well.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay frowned slightly as the meeting continued. She couldn't understand why there was an argument and tension to begin with. She shook her head a bit and then walked over to [member="Veiere Arenais"] and [member="Darth Mephirium"] , placing a hand on the former's shoulder briefly. She bowed her head to them both, before turning around to face the others. In her mind she contemplated on letting her secret of being a Force user out to them. [member="Sheila"] knew, as did Veiere. But the others did not. For the moment, Kay decided to keep her secret to herself.

"If there is a lack of Masters to form a full Council, then it should be open to others that are well on their way to becoming Masters themselves. Veiere is not asking for complete rebuild of the Order, but maybe just a few changes to improve what isn't working. It is clear that his ideas have sparked a lot of interest and a lot of hope. That should say something about what is needed.

Recently I have been privileged to have had Veiere as my bodyguard and escort during my campaign. There was a time when that was a task that normally befell a Jedi, for they could foresee and protect others from harm during diplomatic missions. And in times like these, when war is on the doorstep of every corner of the Galaxy, peaceful diplomats are in need of the Jedi Order once again.

The Republic is growing in strength, despite being under almost constant attack. The Republic has helped to free worlds from tyranny and protect them. To continue those efforts and keep them going, the Republic needs the kind of Jedi Order that it is clear has piqued the interest of all of you."

She looked to Veiere, one of the best bodyguards that she's had, as well as a trustworthy friend. "My support might not mean much in the grand scheme of things, but you have it. As well as the support of all the Commenori. We would appreciate your continued assistance in our efforts to keep peace in our region that threatens to become unstable by various enemies."

[member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Saran Drast"] [member="Senji Selah"] [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

At his flanks sat two Jedi who he figured to be Padawans. One a lithe woman of a dainty build, bright eyes and tapered ears and the other possessing a powerful build and a visage clad in a dark mask, forged of what he figured to be durasteel. While normally Vorian would be the first to gleefully initiate conversation with his fellow Jedi, at the present his mind was consumed with the matters of the Conclave

Complacency.

That was one of many words this Veiere Arenais utilized and he found it apt. How so many would look away from the Republic's plight until the moment Sith and worse knocked upon their door. Sickening, truly. Vorian had to speak out, had to say something. Arkania itself, abandoned since the retreat of Republic forces, was a vulnerable fruit ready to be picked by the savages ruling from Coruscant. He would do or try absolutely anything to save it from Sith slavery.

Vorian pushed himself onto his feet, cleared his throat and spoke: "The Jedi of the Republic are gathered in this grand conclave while the Galaxy bleeds to.. do what?" He asked incredulously. "To debate and bicker among one another about who is worthy to sit upon a glorified seat in a Jedi Council so they in turn can quarrel with each other? At this very moment, as we sit here, the One Sith strangles the beating heart of the galaxy, with a ruthless cruelty unprecedented since the days of the state-sanctioned cannibalism of the Rakatan Infinite Empire. I would call them savage beasts, wretched animals, but they are undeserving of even that for an animal can be tamed. They are a virus. A festering plague eating away decency and civilization across the stars, and like a plague, the only creatures that benefit from their reign are the carrion birds who grow fat off of devouring the flesh of the slain innocents." Veins pulsed beneath the pale flesh of the Arkanian as his jaw clenched.

"The time for discussing councils is over. We must be men and women of action. Once upon a time, if you remember your history lessons, a Brotherhood of Darkness rose up and cast their shadowy tendrils across the galaxy, only to be vanquished by an Army of Light. For us to ever hope to truly defeat the Sith, then this Army of Light must be resurrected -- if not in actuality, then at least in spirit.We must go beyond merely uniting the Republic, but uniting all freedom loving peoples of the Galaxy into a grand coalition to liberate those oppressed, while the Sith are still reeling from the loss of their leadership, before we all succumb to the long darkness that envelops the galaxy more and more each and every day. " He cast his white gaze across those assembled.

"Who among you agrees?"

 

[Placeholder 04]

The support of those present was reassuring to say the least.

There had been a time when Cyril had stood in the same position Veiere did now. It had been a simpler time, when the order was still whole and its objective was clear cut. That time had long since passed. He felt a pang of sympathy for the man all the same, and perhaps a semblance of pride, though he would never speak it aloud.

Then came the politician. A woman he'd heard of but never met, though the nature of their relationship was irrelevant. Another log for the pyre, as one would say.

Finally came the voice Cyril had been waiting to hear. Vorian was a firebrand at heart, even if he tried to make it seem otherwise. It was part of why Cyril had opted to support him in his various endeavors -- part of why he had encouraged the Arkanian to attend this meeting in the first place.

"You speak the truth, and I'll say you've a poet's tongue." Cyril intoned, his arms folding over his chest. "The Army of Light is an admirable goal, but it is something we are not yet ready to forge. I say we take the fight to the Sith as well, but we must rebuild the Order from this...dismal state it has fallen into." He affixed Vorian with a confident smile. The boy had his approval, if that meant anything to the Arkanian.

He turned upon the Grandmaster and the little creature on his shoulder. "With respect master, you've not accomplished much in your tenure, and it is not your place to decide who should lead us." His gaze settled on the fairy creature, "And you, is it not a bit arrogant to assume you'll have a place at the head of change without consulting those you would dare to lead?"

He shook his head.

"The order needs to be restructured. A new code decided upon. A council to stand at the head of this army Vorian proposes; an army to keep the peace in the Republic and liberate the core worlds." He turned to Veiere. "Four to start, I'd say. Those of great character and dedication should sit upon the council, and you should be one of them."

He gestured to the gathering at large. "Does anyone think otherwise? If so, please speak up. This is a place for ideas to flourish."

[member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Sheila"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Senji Selah"], [member="Saran Drast"], [member="Cath Lorr"]