Faction Dire Times Make for Drastic Solutions [NJO & DIA]

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Crucible | Bastion
Tags: Diarch Rellik Laphisto Kyric Jand Talo Mykel Dawson Iandre Athlea Xian Xiao Aknoby
Gear: Amulet of the Warden's Eye, Bladefather

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Reign had been silent, the entire time they had been walking. His mind was racing, drawing back to his experiences with the Jedi of the galaxy so far. Just as quick to reach for their blades as the Sith, he had found.

Yet these Jedi made him curious. His brother seemed to have a good handle on the negotiations as they had travelled to the crucible, managing to deflect and still put people at ease. Reign smiled to himself at how far Rellik had come as a diplomat.

His stoicism however was broken when his daughter launched herself into his arms, always able to bring a smile to her father’s face, his older daughter was soon set to go out on her own.

“Off you go my dear, I’ll catch up to you later, tell your mother I shouldn’t be home late tonight”

He followed his brother into the large conference room, joining in a seat next to his. He eyed the Jedi before him, vibrant green eyes seeming to search the faces of his guests.

“If you’ll excuse the show at the landing bay, the Diarchy are not the warmongering monsters people have been lead to believe. I hope to find friendship today”

something he had heard earlier found itself at the forefront of his mind. Turning to Kyric he said

“You mentioned Empyrean, that’s a name and blade I am familiar with. We did battle on Serenno.. we were looking to ensure the peoples right to progress and peace. The Sith sought otherwise.”

 

[Xian Xiao]

Watching the approach of her master and the Jedi delegation, Xian's eyes widened slightly. There was a familiar face among them. A man about her age and one of the few Jedi she had encountered in the wild: they'd had a very enlightening conversation, and she might even have considered him a friend. Acquaintance was the best he was, and Xian was fine with that. Giving him a nod at his shadow smile, it was good to know he remembered her.

When Iandre and her men joined the collection, she just made room and looked at Aknoby as he fiddled with his helmet. Maybe she should consider joining the Order, but she felt it would limit her freedom. So for now, she would remain a part of the Diarchy until she figured out where she really did belong.

Her attention grew focused when her Master entered with the delegation, and she was able to turn her gaze to the others in the group. Other than Kyric , she didn't know anybody, and she was silently thankful for that. It would have been weird to meet up with any of the people who had promised to train her and then abandoned her. This was part of the conversation she'd had with Kyric on that transport.

Sitting across from him, she waved with a slight motion and returned to listening to the Diarchs.

Diarch Rellik Kyric Jand Talo Diarch Reign Aknoby Iandre Athlea Laphisto