Consecration | New Jedi Order (Tython)

[Oros]

Consecration​

New Jedi Order Mission on Tython​

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Diplomatic Station Construction

In geosynchronous orbit above the ancestral Jedi homeworld, the Galactic Alliance Corps of Engineers along with third party contractors work in tandem to build a new space station for the New Jedi Order to receive delegates and mediate diplomatic disputes while the planet remains hazardous to visitors.

Eager to show their appreciation and contribute, more technically minded Jedi have been given leave to assist where needed with the efforts. Meanwhile several diplomatic corvettes orbit nearby to serve as temporary facilities for the Jedi DiploCorps. Assist with the station, meet with delegates from the Core Worlds or beyond, or explore the outer reaches of the legendary Tython system!

Jedi Temple Ruins

Though much was done to make the remains of the ancient Jedi temple safe from the greater dangers still lurking on Tython's surface during the Alliance's reclamation of the sacred world, much work also yet remains. The lairs of Vong creations left over from the time of the One Sith are still to be found in the temple's most remote reaches, and what portion of the facility the New Jedi Order has claimed for its ongoing mission on the planet and occupied can only charitably be called habitable.

Construction can be found here too, although on the surface the priorities tend towards reinforcing fortifications against the still dangerous wilds rather than the restoration of crumbling halls. Assist in securing the temple grounds, gather and meditate on how best to bring Tython fully back into the Light, or contend with Force specters from every generation that wander phantom halls.

ExplorCorps Forward Base

Ever to be found on any frontier available to the Alliance, the Jedi ExplorCorps' operation on Tython is in this respect no different. A shuttle ride away from the Temple Ruins, the New Jedi Order frontiersmen have taken over the ruins of a small keep on a mountainous cliff's edge overlooking Klonin Iv Saud, also known as the Valley of Fire. The last great bastion of the One Sith's touch upon this world, the Valley is a smoldering scar across the face of the once beautiful planetary surface.

From this keep, the ExplorCorps dispatches raiding parties into the Valley itself, and also keeps a watchful eye towards avenues leading towards both the Temple Ruins and the pilgrim city of New Kaleth. Once a great city of either Jedi or Sith millennia past, the ruins of Kaleth themselves are overgrown and mostly reclaimed by the Tythonian ecosystem, and yet despite the Defense Force and New Jedi Order's efforts, a shanty town of fanatical pilgrims from all over the galaxy have run the Alliance blockade of the world to worship the Force on what they perceive to be sacred ground. In exchange for the protection of the ExplorCorps, the pilgrims tolerate the Jedi's dig sites in search of ancient Force artifacts.

Explore the haunted keep and discover if its origins are Jedi, Sith, or even older. Join a ranging party into the Valley of Fire, and face the greatest darkness Tython has to offer. Protect the pilgrims of New Kaleth from the dangerous wilds all around them, or help ExplorCorps archaeologists dig for forbidden treasure.


OOC:

Spoiler

Locations are color coded by DANGER!
Jedi from friendly Orders are welcome, as well as independents, as long as you are in IC good standing with the New Jedi Order.
As with all GA threads BYOO is in effect - don't like a starting point or plot hook? Do your own thing!
HAPPY HALLOOOWEEEEEEN

 

[Oros]

Location: Jedi Temple Ruins

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NJO Base Camp
Jedi Temple Ruins
Tython, Deep Core

Today's lesson, the Celegian Jedi Knight projected the words telepathically into the minds of all those around him, is one in humility. Mind the seals on those supplies please, Padawan. That shipment is bound for our hasty friends in New Kaleth.

From his perch on a partially collapsed rampart, Knight Oros oversaw the offloading of goods and equipment vital to the New Jedi Order mission's continued existence. The wilds around the Temple grounds had been mostly cleared of dangers and were regularly patrolled, but the expedition was a long way off from any sort of true self-sufficiency. Normally given his species' unique limitations in Type I atmospheres, the invertebrate would be the last to volunteer for field assignments like this, but the Tython operation was something of a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Even now, although physically he was just as confined to the cramped repulsorlift powered life support tank as always, spiritually just the fact that he was on the surface of this world was invigorating. The air itself felt somehow charged here, as if something about the Tythonian environ drew in the Force and heightened its presence. He understood now, why so many of his Order who had participated in the initial recolonization had volunteered to return, with seemingly no greater purpose in mind than to contemplate the nature of their spirituality on Tython's soil. Sacred ground, or as near to the concept as Jedi philosophy could manage.

The Padawans under his charge were a bit older than he was used to. While the Temple grounds were mostly safe, Justicars were still discovering the odd Vongform lair in the most remote passages. There were even rumors that the leftovers of the One Sith regime had begun to reorganize as much as their mutated minds were capable of such a thing. Oros would have thought this meant less supervision was necessary, but over the course of the day the teens had proven that the opposite was in fact the case. These students were much more versed in the fundamentals than the ones the Celegian was used to, but as young Jedi matured they began to struggle more and more with a temptation towards arrogance and self-importance.

The Jedi librarian sometimes wondered if it was cruel, starting a Jedi's teachings at so young an age. But generation after generation had proven, the young mind was much more adaptable to surrendering all personal connections, and a lifetime suffused in the teachings of the Code gave a Padawan their greatest chance of becoming Jedi who would not one day succumb to the dark. Even then, the success rate of the Academy Network's finest institutions was...not what it could be.

Struggling to find a balance between a watchful eye and surrendering his focus to the infinite, Oros allowed his aura to shine like a beacon in the wilderness.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

ExplorCorps Forward Base​

[ This Is Dangerous ]​

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From a distance, approaching along the horizon, it seemed picturesque.

The misty mountain cold.

Except it wasn't mist. There was no fog rising from out of a pastoral valley. It was smoke. Faintly glowing embers casting a haunting glow to the white smoke that trickled upward from the smoldering scar below.

Extending out over the expanse, the keep was perched precariously on the side of a mountain overlooking the smoldering Valley of Fire; a scar of the Dark Side of the Force that burned across the planet like an ever-flowing river of flame. The keep was ancient, it's interior largely unexplored even as it's exterior had been re-purposed into serving as a staging area for the Explorer Corps.

The Atrisian boy had a mop of dark hair. He was dressed in a traditional Xiaolang tunic; a simple black outfit made of Zyed cloth, the most prominent feature of which was the pink pipping along the sleeves and collar. A training saber hung from the sash that was tied as a belt around his waist.

The youngling darted between the storage containers, running fuel and power lines across the make-shift landing pad as GADF T-81 airspeeders arrived and departed on their patrols. It wasn't everyday that the boy was able to get out of the temple. And, when he was, it was usually on some diplomatic mission for Atrisia. He never got to see Alliance pilots. Especially not up-close. So he was enjoying the opportunity to see the famed pilots of the Alliance and their airspeeders, even if all he was doing was pumping their gas.

He was actually supposed to be meeting an Alliance pilot here. She was a Jedi, too, but she was also a pilot. How astral was that!?

He was never going to get to be a pilot. Whenever he talked about it, Fong insisted that there were pilot droids for that sort of things. Proper lords do not fly stunt fighters and such. Still, it seemed totally cool as far as he was concerned.

[member="Karren Trask"]​

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Jedi Temple Ruins
Company: [member="Rapax"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Objective: Explore the ruins

An invitation had been extended for other members of different Jedi factions to join the NJO in this expedition to Tython. So Jairdain had contacted Rapax and asked her love to join her in going. Even if they had said no, she would have still gone on this. An opportunity to learn about some of the first Jedi and the original division between light and dark was not one she could pass up.

Borrowing a shuttle from the Silver Jedi Temple, she and Yuroic had left together. On the way to Tython, she had stopped to pick up Rapax and continued on their way to meet up with the rest of the Jedi on the planet.

"Do either of you know much more than I do about Tython? I know it is where some of the first Jedi founded a temple and that some did not fully agree with their teachings and made a split. It was the start of the age old battle between light and dark."

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic hadn't been interested in travelling to Tython. Hell, he hadn't been interested leaving Voss or his room. Since the invasion on Mirial, Yuroic had grown more sullen and isolating himself. The stump of his right arm was a constant reminder of his lost during the battle, he was still using a crutch to walk. However, Jairdain had convinced him to join her on this trip of hers to Tython. Something he wasn't looking forward to but he remained silent during their journey.

When they stopped to pick someone else up, Yuroic moved to a private room to avoid meeting this stranger. He sat down and meditated, or at least attempted to. His mind was too distracted, too focused on his pain. Anger and pain were his strongest emotions now but he was trying to move past them, sadly, he just hated himself too much. Finding his wounds ugly and signs of weakness. Yuroic needed to become more powerful, stronger but he was wary that he could slip to the Dark Side.

When he stepped out of his room, he saw Jairdain and Rapax. When she asked about Tython and their knowledge, he remained quiet as he stood at the back away from sight best he could. His dark cloak covered his missing forearm and holding his crutch in his left arm. Not answering, he knew a bit of the history but he still wasn't ready to talk to others.

[member="Jairdain"] | [member="Rapax"]

 

[Rapax]

Tython was a world he was keen to avoid rather then visit due to his past history with that world, But when [member="Jairdain"] told him what was going on he decided why not and venture forth to explore and find some new toys and trinkets to find and utilize for his own purposes later down the road, He heard that there are ruins of vong buildings that the OS grew there...perhaps theres something there he can find and use no matter how small but for now there are spirits angry and lost to bind and a few other things to do on Tython with Jairdain and her friend [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] that decided to tag along. There isn't much i can tell you about this place other then before the one sith came this planet was the Jedis home for eons, For now lets see what we can find.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Jairdain"] [member="Shoma Ike"] @Oros @Rapax @Yuroic Xeraic

[SIZE=11pt]“Are you sure you want to be going down there?” came a voice from behind the boy. Trextan Voidstalker had set down a bag of gear for the trip. He wore several pieces of armour across his upper torso that appeared to be made from durasteel that had seen a little too much action already. He was flanked by two soldier with ocular implants who displayed no interest in the situation around them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Several more ExplorCorps Jedi had arrived as well. They had a repuslor sled of gear with them. Trextan didn’t know what any of it was. There were metal stakes with various devices on them that were probably for measuring [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]something.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I joke. The last few sweeps suggest there isn’t anything too dangerous down there,” Trextan said. “Just a haunted ruins, the local wildlife and some odd cult who refuse to live anywhere more safe.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Karren Trask had been sent elsewhere and couldn’t come on the expedition so Trextan was here as the Jedi Knight assigned for protection. He had some fairly misplaced confidence that it would be a relatively safe trip. [/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

ExplorCorps Forward Base​

[ Voidstalker Remix ]​

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[SIZE=11pt]“Are you sure you want to be going down there?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The boy turned around, his expression brightening as visions of pilots filled his head...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]...and it was just some teenager in some armored robes, with a couple of soldiers. Leaning to the left, then leaning to the right, the shaggy-haired Atrisian looked around the gaggle in search of someone in a flight suit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No flight suits?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A sigh.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He never got to meet anyone cool.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I joke. The last few sweeps suggest there isn’t anything too dangerous down there,” the teenager remarked, prompting the young prince to pay him somewhat more attention. Shoma craned his head back to look up at the Jedi and found he had to look up quite a bit. “Just a haunted ruins, the local wildlife and some odd cult who refuse to live anywhere more safe.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Is anywhere 'safe', Master?" the prince posed rhetorically, attaching the generic title to the statement. When you were a youngling, everything and everyone bigger than you were 'master' as a general rule. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As far as the cultists, he could sympathize with the notion of someone choosing to live in a place even if it didn't seem 'safe.' Whatever caused them to want to call this place home, it was home to them. The boy's own homeworld was not exactly the safest place in the galaxy, having been invaded four times and the subject of multiple civil wars besides.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The idea of seeing the Valley of Fire closer up was appealing however. It was said that the fires never went out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]...not as cool as hanging out with a pilot, but he'd take what he could get at this point.[/SIZE]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Oros"]

The boys face became a picture of disappointment as he realised Trextan wasn't who he was expected. He seemed to recover fairly quickly though. It did, however, throw Trextan off. He wasn't one of those young men with an easy manner which could talk endlessly. It took Trextan time to make new connections and he had been thinking about his opening words for a few minutes. Now he wasn't sure what to say.

"I guess not," was all he managed. There was a second of awkward silence and then he turned to help the explorers secure their gear on the sled. There wasn't anyone else coming on the expedition it seemed so they were ready to head out.

"Corporals Jensen and Gillark are taking point," Trextan explained. "So just stick close to the sled for now."

It occured to the teenager that he hadn't even introduced himself. "I'm Trextan."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The mop-haired Atrisian just blinked.

As the armored individual seemed at a loss for words, the thought ran through the prince's mind that this teenager seemed like he was a little lost in the Schezuan sauce. Was he even a Jedi Knight? Do you even Force, bro?

"I guess not."

Well, that makes two of us then.

Short legs moved in a flurry of excess energy, as the boy scrambled to help secure stuff for the sled. Did he know what he was doing? No. Did he understand the danger? Absolutely not.

But sticking close to the sled? That he could understand. "Yes, Master," the boy replied brightly -- for he now had a mission. His purpose in life had been made clear to him. He would defend this sled! Against what? Who knew. Did it even need defending? Probably not.

"I'm Shoma," the boy answered, as the pair exchanged names. After he had, he paused for a moment to offer a deep bow toward the teen. As he held it for a second, he intoned in Atrisian, "Dozo yoroshiku."

Coming back up, then then bowed toward the two guards and repeated. "...yoroshiku gozaimasu."

And, with that, he hurried to catch back up to the departing group.

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Shoma Ike"]

No one had told him that he would have to deal with a child. How was he supposed to do that? He had tried to take some lessons at the academy with children. That had been frustrating. He had found that they had an attention span as long as a blade of grass and were easily distracted.

The bundle of energy was off and helping secure the equipment on the sled. Trextan caught his name, or at least he caught the first part of the name. He would have to hear the rest of the name again the commit it to memory.

"You're atrisian?" He asked as they set off. A drone whirred overhead and pushed on ahead of the group as they started the walk down the narrow, winding path into the valley.

"I lost my arm there," Trextan said, closing his metallic right hand. Boy probably didn't want to know that. Actually, maybe he would like a gruesome story of action and greiouvous injuries.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Jedi Temple Ruins
Nearby - @Rapax @Yuroic Xeraic [member="Jairdain"]

This was not the first time that Jedi Knight Qel- Droma found himself wandering the Jedi Temple Ruins. He had led an exception party before, providing the forward scouting intelligence that was able to catalog the current state of affairs. Yet even then, that single excavation had not provided enough time to get a real feel for the vast area left behind from the first great war against the One Sith.

The cult known as Ember of Vahl had done much to these lands, corrupting and twisting the valley near the Jedi Temple into one saturated by the Dark Side. How many had innocent souls been offered up to the Goddess of Destruction alone? Rhen, with a grimace, knew just from the lingering sensation that it must have been countless.

Even now, the New Jedi Order and the Alliance fought what stray cult members and One Sith radicals had kept themselves hidden within the various caverns and underground tunnels that wove throughout Tython.

This was not Rhen's objective. Instead, he wished to see if he could make it into the deep recesses of the temple. To explore and perhaps, discover how they could make a difference in rebuilding here -- if that was the path the Force should take them.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"You're Atrisian?"

Well, he definitely wasn't Corellian. Not with these features. He supposed he might pass for Tianese though. "Yes, Master," the boy answered brightly.

Lost an arm? What, did he mean like... in battle?

"You fought in the Battle of Atrisia between the Alliance and the One Sith?" the boy blurted out. It seemed like a question, except it sounded more like an exclamation.

Granted, Atrisia had a number of dangers. He could have lost the arm exploring the Island of Giant Ants, or in the planetary reconstruction in the wake of the invasion. But, in Shoma's imagination, he'd already dreamed up visions of this teenager battling hordes of Sith. "Did you battle Emperor [member="Mythos"]?" the child asked, eagerly. "Did you see the Imperial City? Were there really Force Storms?"

Shoma was jumping from one question to the next as they came to mind, not giving the teen time enough to answer one before he was off on the next.

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Shoma Ike"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] @Rapax @Yuroic Xeraic

At least he’d hit the mark this time. The boy seemed enthusiastic on the subject of galactic wars and battles. Part of him wondered if it was appropriate to encourage it in a budding Jedi. The rest of him was more interested in avoiding an incredibly awkward journey.

“No you didn’t,” one of the soldiers with ocular implants laughed. That put a damper on everything.

“Oh. No. I didn’t lose my arm on Atrisia. I saw that, but it was my father who walked through the storms to try and negotiate with Mythos’ son. I lost my arm to a dark Jedi on Kaeshana during that battle with the First Order.”

Now of course he would look like an idiot. Getting two distinct wars mixed up in his head. It was understandable to some extent given how much of Kaeshana his mind had blacked out with the pain he had been in.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Huh?

The boy's head bounced between the guard and the teenager, his facial expressions demonstrating both the speed with which younglings could change emotional states and the breadth of field for those emotions. He went from confused to skeptical to crestfallen and finally hopeful as the story began to unravel.

"So your father fought on Atrisia?" What would his father be like? In his mind's eye, the image of the teenager battling the hordes of Sith was replaced by the image of the same teenager... only with a gray beard. "And he walked through the storms? Really!?"

Now he was imagining the legendary old teen with the beard standing alone with just his lightsaber, gritting his teeth as he stood against some great hurricane or tsunami.

Then his attention span jumped back to the story of the arm. "...but, what's Kaeshana?" the boy asked. Should he know that name? It wasn't one of the worlds of the Atrisian Galactic Empire. He didn't recall it coming up before. "Is that a planet?"

"And... wait... What do you mean 'dark Jedi'?"

Did that even make sense?

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Shoma Ike"]


Well the questions could come in large quantities and back to back it seemed. Trextan took a few moments to compose his thoughts. That was in part because he wanted to put them together in the right order, but also because he didn't want to say something that one of the scarred could contradict him. Obviously being a teenager he didn't care about the opinions of children. Obviously.

"He was in the middle of that apparently. As far as I know he was with a group of Jedi when they summoned the storms and launched them towards the Alliance. I never asked how he got through it. But I do know he reached the palace with a group that managed to bring an end to the fighting. Unfortunately I think that was after the young prince sent out a cavalry charge," Trextan said. There was a note of pride in what Jacen had done, but he didn't even realise it was there.

"Kaeshana is another planet. A dark jedi is...well...not sure. I think it's just used to describe someone who has fallen to the dark side, but doesnt stick to any particular sith teachings? It's hard to tell the difference when they're screaming at you and swinging a blade around."

They turned another corner, following the winding path down. The exertion of a slow walk down a steep slope was starting to make certain muscle ache. They would be on the dark valley floor soon.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Shoma Ike"]

"A Dark Jedi is a dark side Force user that has sworn no allegiances to a dedicated organization," a voice would call out to the young Voidstalker, the youngling, and their team. Once they rounded the next bend, they would Taeli crouched by the edge of the cliff, electrobinoculars out and scanning the valley below. Beside her were three Jedi armored completely in white and black armor, their faces hidden behind masks. Two lightsaber hilts were equipped to their belts, a uniform design.

"They're out for themselves essentially," she continued. "Selfish and petty, and usually incredibly crazy. Barring a lecture series on the subject, which I'll spare you from, glad you could join us."

She and her very small group of Jedi Inquisitors had gone out from the base camp two days ago, making sure the path into the valley was safe enough for more... less combat oriented Jedi to be able to reach it. She knew all too well what horrors had been inflicted on this place, and what had been left to roam.

"A few leftover Sithspawn and Vahl cultists were here a few hours ago, but they seemed to have skittered off to elsewhere," she said. "The path down to New Kaleth should be clear for now. I have two other teams of Inquisitors in the valley, making sure it stays that way."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Teenage Master Ninja Jedi Trextan seemed like he was kinda slow on the whole story-telling thing.

When he finally relayed the tale though, the boy's imagined bearded hero was charging through the storm when, suddenly, the cav...

...wait, what?

"What's a cavalry?" the young Atrisian asked, turning his head up toward the teenager. Honestly, did these people speak Basic? At least he knew that Kaeshana was another planet, which made sense. So what was a cavalry charge? Was that like a static charge? Was it an energy discharge of some type?

The definition of Dark Jedi, on the other hand, that didn't really make any sense. So were they Sith? Were they Jedi having a bad hair day?

"A Dark Jedi is a dark side Force user that has sworn no allegiances to a dedicated organization."

Well, that made more sense... but who said that?

Forgetting that he had pledged his life to the defense of the cargo sled, the youngling sprinted forward to get a glimpse at the voice around the bend. As he came around the corner it was...

...to be honest, he wasn't certain.

The sight of the masked, armored figures actually caused him to take a step back. They were kind of like the Jedi Temple guards, except... not?

The boy cast a gaze over to make certain Teenage Master Ninja Jedi was still there with him.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]​