Emergence of the Light (Jedi Meeting Sullust - All Light Jedi Invited)

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="George O Rourke"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Ryan Korr"]

Spoiler: Invitations

Invited to this thread: All members of Silver Sanctum and Republic AND any who consider themselves a Light or Neutral Jedi.

Not Invited: Darksiders and members of hostile nations (First Order and One Sith)

PM me for an invite if you are not sure.

The New Jedi Order had invited many of its allies to join them in the great glasteel dome of their primary Temple. There had been much discussion on whether to hold the event here, at the Lothal enclave or at the new location on Bpfassh. When someone had reminded them that the Sulon eclipse was ahead of them the decision was made.

The mid-afternoon sun filtered through the dome onto the main group. They had assembled in the most open gardens of the biome. Off to one side the Bafforr plantation would be visible. Great effort had been undertaken to keep this endangered species growing on Sullust. Nearby were the training halls of the New Jedi Order, as well as meeting rooms where groups could go should they wish. Down below under the surface of Sullust were several underground hot springs where any could relax later in the evening. Several bars and restaurants have even sprung up in the underground caverns to service the resident Jedi and their visitors. The black cliffs of the Sullust landscape would be visible in the distance, forming a jagged horizon. The sun was half-way up the sky, rapidly being chased by the moon Sulon. Food and drink were already in welcome supply for all those in the gardens.

Omai Rhen, the venerable Grand Marshall of the New Jedi Order held up a glass of water. Stood on a small knoll to make himself visible. There was near-silence, the odd hushed conversation continuing.

“The threats faced by us all are great, but as the Sith bicker and fight amongst themselves there is also opportunity. The eclipse starts shortly and is a reminder to all. Even when darkness falls, a different kind of light is revealed. To friends, colleagues and warriors in arms, I bid you welcome to Sullust. Meet new people, form idea, discuss training programmes you wish to see handle across our disparate Orders. The Galaxy is a big place, but it can also be very small.”

With a subtle nod, the grey-haired Marshall raised his glass and ended his brief welcome speech.

Spoiler

NEW JEDI ORDER

MASTERS

• [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [ Leader of the Hounds ]
• [member="Aela Talith"]
• [member="Avalore Eden"] [ Circle of Healers ]
• [member="Adele Adonai"]
• [member="Jannik Morlandt"]
• [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
• [member="Relit Vandal"]
• [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
• [member="Kana Truden"]

KNIGHTS

• ​[member="Cole Katarn"]
• [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

PADAWANS

• [member="Jame Kaman Dar"]
• [member="Choli Vyn"]
• [member="Sumalee"]
• [member="Quinn Michaels"]
• [member="Abel"]
• [member="Ayme Katash"]
• [member="Joza Perl"]
• [member="Olivia Durant"]
• [member="Trix Bastin"]

INDEPENDENT
MASTERS

• [member="Micah Talith"]
• [member="Marcello Matteo"]
• [member="Samael Rekali"]
• [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [ Omega Pyre Prex ]
• [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [Independent - J.A.N. Representative]
• [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [OmegaPyre Mercenary - Hypermurder Expert]
• [member="Xan"]
• [member="Cira"]
• [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [ Co-Owner of Firemane ]
• [member="Veino Garn"] [ Jensaarai Rep ]
• [member="Vassara Raxis"]
• [member="Aaron Elkar"]
• [member="Spencer Varanin"] [Boss Status Master]
• [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
• [member="Saverok Barcu"]
• [member="Kaileann Vera"]
• [member="Julius Sedaire"] [ Corellian Jedi Enclave Rep ]
• [member="Saverok Barcu"]

KNIGHTS

• [member="Ibaris Varanin"]
• [member="Noire Vanya Tal"] [ Arceneau Trade & Oiran Guild House Rep ]
• [member="Roth Tillian"] - [ unofficial Jensaarai rep, Wild Knights Commander ]
• [member="Mira Rekali"]
• [member="Audren Sykes"]

PADAWANS/APPRENTICES

• [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
• [member="Harmon Taldan"]
• [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
• [member="Tiland Kortun"]
• [member="James Justice"]
• [member="Caid Centurion"]
• [member="Seamus Valik"]
• [member="Jamie Pyne"]

 

[Fen]

A tall, broad-shouldered man with a scarred face like carved, weathered marble stood among the gathering. He stood at parade rest, hands clasped behind his back, spine like a ramrod. He wore a white tunic with a dark, high-collared under tunic beneath, loose-fitting pants and shin-length leather boots. All of rough, low-quality fabric, yet spotless. Gray eyes watched the proceedings, as unreadable as a morning fog. The only vibrant color on him came from long locks of swept back hair. Red as blood.

Korr's gaze swept over the restaurants, over the gardens, glanced up into the sun above before coming back down to stare at the black, jagged horizon where shattered fingers of volcanic rock reached skyward. Is this what we are come to? Gathering on a planet where the only rivers are molten magma? The floating Temple was beautifully surreal, but to Korr it was like holding up a water-starved lily to a red rose, preserved forever in the glass of his mind. Or do we meet here, in the ash, to rise like a phoenix from the flames?

He could not yet tell. The dissolution of the Jedi Order and its subsequent merging with the New Jedi Order was an ongoing process, though it was finished but for the paperwork. It was a step in the right direction, forcing the Jedi to go to either the Silvers or the New. Forcing them to consolidate, rather than dissipate. However, Korr could not but wonder how easily it would all be undone by some endeavoring Jedi who found the Republic too dear to let it go. They would think themselves righteous, but like a distraught lover divorced from the reality of death, they would be loving a putrid corpse. Found yet another Order amidst the cesspool of corruption.

The former Grandmaster worked his jaw silently. Not so long ago, that fool had been him. It had taken two successive tyrants to show him his error. His gaze moved on. They would learn in time, or they wouldn't. Brooding over it would help no one. Least of all himself. Korr took in a deep breath, let it out.

Unfortunately, his gaze passed by the bafforr grove. Korr stiffened, eyes hardening, then quickly looked away. The scars on his back itched terribly. He remained unmoving, listening, until the Grand Marshall's speech concluded.

 

[George O Rourke]

[member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

With the meeting being held in Galactic Alliance space George saw the opportunity to mix with those from outside the Coalition plus buster his own knowledge, for him this was a quest for knowledge, street knowledge as such rather than more traditional ideas of the word. For he would accompany the Grandmaster [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and Master [member="Coci Heavenshield"] to this event. Although they arrived separately they all represented one thing. The Coalition.

However once again George miscalculated the event and its surroundings. The planet was a magma covered rock. The head well exceeded the norm and this made George quite uncomfortable. For this reason he decided it would be best to move quickly from his ship to the temple. Hopefully for George the heat wouldn't be as extreme inside. As he entered there was but a few people there, as many were yet to arrive. However a man had seemed to just begin his speech, George sat down and listened to the speech that welcomed him to the event.

 

[Joza Perl]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]/[member="Ryan Korr"]/[member="George O Rourke"]

Joza felt a little bad. When the heat from Sullust touched her skin, her first thought was Why did I come back here? Her second thought was to mentally chide herself for how she felt instinctively. Although the Zeltron had always disliked the noxious atmosphere of the molten planet, it was where she had gotten her start as a Jedi. The Silver Sanctum turned out to be a better fit for her, and now she had to remind herself that the two factions were allied.

She made her way into the temple, glad to be out of the blistering sun and indoors. It didn’t take her long to gather her bearings, recognizing the familiar layout of the building. It was enough to make the Padawan smile in remembrance of her short time with the Galactic Alliance.

After meandering for a bit she ended her brief trip down memory lane when she spied a gathering of people in one of the open gardens. She approached curiously, hanging out near the back as the Grand Marshall gave his speech. She listened dutifully for a few minutes before her mind began to wander, her eyes following shortly after to see if she could pick out anyone that she knew, Galactic Alliance or Silver Sanctum. Her gaze fell on a man standing straight as if he were a soldier, visage worn from years of who knows what. She’d seen a similar look in other Jedi, no doubt from the harrowing trials they’d faced throughout their lives. Briefly she wondered if she’d live long enough to become one of them, or walk a different path entirely. Her thoughts rested on him for a few moments before she realized that she did not recognize him, her gaze moving elsewhere and passing over a Nautolan male. This one she did recognize as a Silver Jedi, but had only seen him in passing on Voss.


Patting the front of her robes to smooth any wrinkles, the pink toned girl continued to peer out into the crowds in hopes of finding more familiar faces.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Another all-Jedi meeting. Much like the nicknamed 'Convocation of the Light', this would be a time when Jedi gathered together to speak about unification. He understood the notion: a unified Order was a more powerful Order. However, he was also aware that there were powerful divisions between the groups. The Jedi Order - classical one - had split from the Republic, then more recently merged into the New Jedi Order of the Galactic Alliance. As an independent attached to the New Jedi Order, he wondered how well the integration was going - even ignoring philosophical differences, there were differences in the way the two groups were formed and operated.

Whereas the Sephi was considered an Independent ally when it came to the Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order, he was an active member of the Silver Sanctum Coalition, previously the Silver Jedi. Notably, and doubly-so in this crowd, this was one of the divisions of the original Jedi Order. Despite his position with both groups however, he was not an intermediary between them, nor did he have any desire to be. He was content in his current position as Knight for the Sanctum, yet able to help the Galactic Alliance at will, not so much just when they asked for it.

Perhaps not surprisingly, the Knight stood apart from many others. This wasn't antisocial behavior however, not this time at least. Rather, he was looking over at the various groups, examining who was present and carried what potentials. This was a rare time for many Jedi to be gathered together, a chance to speak with others and learn. He could always do so as part of the Jedi Academy Network as well, but some of these people didn't participate there either. As he stood there though, silence fell across most of the gathering, causing him to look around for the reason. Ah, there. Omai Rhen, Grand Marshall of the New Jedi Order, was standing on a small knoll and holding up a glass. Speech time.

"The threats faced by us all are great, but as the Sith bicker and fight amongst themselves there is also opportunity. The eclipse starts shortly and is a reminder to all. Even when darkness falls, a different kind of light is revealed. To friends, colleagues, and warriors in arms, I bid you welcome to Sullust. Meet new people, form ideas, discuss training programmes you wish to see handled across our disparate Orders. The Galaxy is a big place, but it can also be very small."

Interesting. It was as suspected then, similar in scope to the Convocation yet different. He could work with that. Already he saw one being he already knew, George O Rourke from the Sanctum. No doubt there would be more present.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Trix Bastin]

Trix was perched on the back of a bench set to the far side of the gardens. One booted foot was resting lightly on a curved armrest, the other tucked up beneath her thighs. She viewed the gathering of Jedi arrayed amongst drooping foliage and curled vines through a haze of smoke spat out by her cigarra. Every so often the sinking sun would catch at the drifts and whorls, momentarily shifting the figures into pillars of red or gold.

She’d never seen such a respectable group in her life.

A plethora of human and aliens were on display. Most were decked out in the weave robes preferred by Jedi, though in an exhibition of different variations and cuts. Some were in uniforms with edges crisp enough to slice skin. Others draped in swaths of expensive fabric that rustled from bared shoulder to ankle.

The attendees flittered together into groups to talk, white teeth flashing, laughter peeling up from gaping red mouths, limbs with fingers, claws, and tentacles waving about as points were made and tales told. Eyes widened and narrowed depending on the context of these tales, lips and snouts twitching in displeasure or quirking up in satisfaction. The buzz of their conversation spiked, languages clashing and merging, to create a wall of sound that would reverberate throughout the dome.

These groups shifted, broke apart, and reformed. A rhythmic pattern as consistent as waves breaking against rocks.

Trix rolled her shoulders and pulled another deep draught of the cigarra into her lungs.

Politics.

She’d have mouthed the word if she could stand the taste of it.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

The alliance between the Galactic Alliance and the Silver Sanctum Coalition is a strong one, a growing one. Although Coci and Thurion had spent more time with Master Starchaser in the past, this would give them a great opportunity to meet the others of this New Jedi Order. It seemed that the Jedi Order had dissolved, at least it seemed so with the disappearance of Master Raaf, so sudden and unexpected. Corvus is a good friend of the Heavenshields and so they hope that one day they will see her return .. safely. But without her the Jedi Order had no strong lead and so they are finding new ground.

The speech had concluded, a reiteration of the state of the galaxy and the Sith in particular as they fight among themselves. At least the civil war of the One Sith saved them all a little work. But, they always return and always will. There is a need to consolidate, old ties and make new ones, more so then ever and so she is here with her husband to do just that.

The atmosphere is convivial to talks more so then a table in a harsh room, she never did like that environment as everyone regardless of goals have their guards up. At least here today they can relax a little more and speak of things important to both Orders. Coci stood by her husband as she noted the member of the Coalition arriving. And hopefully more will come with time.

"Thurion, lets hope this time, these talks will prove more progressive. Shall I get you a drink?", she asked placing her hand on his arm so they could find the bar.

​

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Trix Bastin"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

 

[Mantic Dorn]

The few remaining Republic jedi were an ill organized body at the moment. With the jedi order splintering off to join the Galactic alliance after Grand Masters Raaf's disappearance Mantic had sought solitude on Voss, in the midst of the silver jedi. His presence there had most likely not been noted and there was perhaps no reason to why it should have.
It still came off as a strong symbolic action for himself and he had emerged more secure and with a powerful peace off mind. He had known what to do from there and he had begun the tiresome work to restore trust between the Republic and the few jedi remaining in it.

Wearing a simple brown robe he did not stand out in the group here. A keen eye would however notice the many patches and repairs made to the cloth. Mendings provided by a master sow man, making the seams in the robe barely visible.

Mantic was assuming few knew him here, even fewer would have known or recognized his strong ties with [member="Corvus Raaf"] before her disappearance. He mourned not only the loss of the jedi order but a close friend and mentor.

To those that offered him recognition Mantic bowed in response. But he remained in the background for now, trying to discern more on what the gathering would lead to.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Marshall Voidstalker had been through a difficult time recently. Having to fall back at Lujo had been disheartening, but that pain paled in comparison to recent losses. Talon had been the one to accept him back into the ranks of the Jedi Order. Jacen had heard that the Master had died fighting on Kashyyk. Adele was hiding from them all now, out of his reach if not his sight.

There were a few he recognised here. Sykes had fought beside the Alliance many, many times. There was the young Zeltron who had defended him on that grounded Alliance frigate when he had been too weak to stand. With a sigh he turned from the bar with a glass of juice.

"Masters Heavenshield," he said at the pair before him, trying a faint smile. "We didn't get to catch up after falling back from Lujo. I hear you both gave the Sith something of a pasting down in the lower levels." Jacen had kept to the upper level, where some relatively flamboyant Sith had received a lesson in efficiency of motion.

 

[George O Rourke]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Trix Bastin"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"]

As the speech ended he raised his glass before leaving the stage. George clapped him off before turning around and heading over to the bar, one of his favourite places. "One Corellian Whiskey please." He asked the bartender as he turned and lent on the bar looking around at all the people arriving. As he looked to his right he saw the Grandmaster and his wife Master Coci, this immediately left George slightly intimidated. Never had he drank in front of them. He had always held himself to a high standard of professionalism towards the Grandmaster and left the messy stuff to his friends and whilst in the company of Kixi. But this would be a first, and uncharted territory. However before he could go talk to them the man from the stage greeted them, George decide to leave it for now as he would be sure to catch them around later, if not once they retuned to Voss.

The bartender brought the Whiskey to George as he paid and left the barmen with a nice tip and a smile. He took his first sip and grinned, it was beautiful. Amazing even to have a chance to relax and drink after such a busy few months. He continued to look around at the new arrivals, some he knew, some he didn't. One of which he knew was another member of the Coalition Audren Sykes, someone George knew and had received their Knighthoods in retentively similar timing. However he left himself at the bar, drink in hand as he marvelled at all the Jedi that were attending the event.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

"Greetings Master Voidstalker", she gave her bow of respect Jedi to Jedi. "Thank you for the invitation to attend this gathering. Lujo was, a hard fought battle against two rather different enemies and we had our work cut out for us. But yes, we came out to victors that day".

"I believe you had a good fight on your hands as well, it seemed that even though the force was with us all that day, the victory fell to the darkness". Yes Coci and Thurion had come to aid their Ally, the Galactic Alliance and she had personally aided in humanitarian assistance as the GA moved forward and onward to bring their own form of protection for those worlds in thread for the north of them.

"I hope to meet more of your members, we have come a long and are in no doubts that there needs to be more discussions", she looked around at the room, more comfortable here to open up to talks. "I think we should grab a drink and find somewhere comfortable to chat".

​

​

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Trix Bastin"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]​

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Casually sipping from his drink of blue milk, Thurion remained close to his wife and quietly observed those already gathered. It wasn't until Master [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] greeted them both that his mind returned to the present and noticed he'd gained a blue moustache, which he swiftly wiped away with the back of his hand. For whatever reason he always seemed to revert back to a child whenever he drank the stuff. Too many memories, perhaps.

"Good to see you, Jacen. I am glad to see you're no worse for wear after the fighting," he spoke while shaking the man's hand. "Yeah, we got stuck in there with a pair of Sith Lords. Coci spooked one of them off well enough, while the one I faced fought 'til the bitter end. A true warrior he was, but with Coci's help we managed to subdue and sever him from the Force without killing him. He is no longer a threat. Although, he did leave me with a broken hand and almost took one of my eyes," he added with a chuckle. He doubted their next meeting would be as hostile.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

 

[Joza Perl]

As the speech ended, Joza found herself wandering around the gardens at a momentary loss of what to do. A part of her wanted to explore the temple grounds to see what had changed from what she remembered, but felt that it would be too early for her to go off meandering on her own. Instead, she figured it would be best to try and be a little social.

There were a fair amount of silent, intimidating figures here, many of whom the Padawan was too nervous to approach. As she drifted through the crowds she recognized Master Voidstalker, someone who she’d accompanied on Omwat and Karfeddion with other Alliance Padawans. It was her experiences battling Sith there that had ignited her primal fear of death, something that shaped the way she fought. Joza was better at controlling herself now, though she was still a work in progress.

She contemplated saying hello to him before he was approached by the Sanctum Masters. Deciding that it would be best left for later, the pink skinned woman turned her gaze back to the gathering, eyes ultimately falling on a lone figure seated on a bench at the edge of the gardens. It took a few moments to register, but a spark of recognition lit up in her eyes at the familiar face. Approaching as deliberately and casually as she could manage, the Zeltron would offer her a polite smile.

“Trix, right? From Karfeddion.” She hope she’d gotten the woman’s name right, having only worked alongside her once. From what she remembered, she preferred blasters to a saber in combat.

[member="Trix Bastin"]/[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Trix Bastin]

[member="Joza Perl"]

Trix took another drag of her cigarra and eyed the red-head. She remembered her all right...remembered the flash of that hair amongst the strobing of blaster fire, the gurgle of dying men, and the hiss and spit of ignited sabers.

She twisted her lips and blew out a stream of smoke. "Perl," she said by way of reply.

The slim Zeltron had the manner and movement of a dancer. She stood before Trix on light feet, each twitch of the fingers and hands at her side gentle, as though softly palming the air.

It would have been real easy to discount her as a threat. But Trix knew better. She'd seen firsthand how easily a dancer with a saber could decimate a squad of heavily armoured bucketheads.

'Nuthin quite like dancing on the freshly churned graves of deserving men.

Trix shifted on the bench and propped her elbow on one knee. She hadn't seen the other Padawan since Karfeddion. The Jedi seemed to flit around as they pleased, roaming the galaxy as required, or as the urge struck them. More like mercenaries than they'd ever admit to, in her lowly estimation.

Trix jerked her chin towards the milling Jedi.

"Don't suppose you're here for the free booze?"

 

[Nagate Hei]

[member="Coci Heavenshield"]

Nagate entered the great halls of the Sullust Temple owned by the New Jedi Order. Dressed in his typical black trench coat and combat clothes. He had nothing else to his name. Not even a home, just a bunk in the SSC barracks. Here, with all these Jedi around, he wasn't anyone either. He left his mask in his jacket pocket and made his way to the gathering. There he saw a few known faces of his own Order, Coci and Thurion stood, conversing with what must've been the Grandmaster of the NJO. By appearance alone, the leader qualities poured out.

Nagate made to speak with the Grandmasters of the SSC but instead thought it best to get a drink first, so he'd fit in more. As a server droid approached, he grabbed a glass of crystal clear rice wine. He was drawn to it, he didn't know why, what with the memories of his old life still lost in the ethers.

The high proof liquid sent warm waves flowing through his body. It was the first drink he'd had in who knew how long. He then noticed [member="George O Rourke"]. A fellow Silver, not known to Nagate personally, but he knew who he was. Nagate slowly approached and nodded nervously.

"H..hi. George right? I'm Nagate... Padawan Nagate... that is." He wasn't good with social situations it would be clear to see, but he needed to make himself known amongst his allies some how.

 

[George O Rourke]

[member="Nagate Hei"]

As George sat watching the Jedi come and go he soon encountered another Sanctum Jedi Nagate. He introduced himself nervously. "Hello Nagate, yes I am George, Knight George O Rourke. Its good to see you here. I've seen you around Voss from time to time, good to see you out here." He replied confidently patting Nagate on his back with the hand not holding his drink. He wanted to make him feel welcome, it was obvious he was nervous as he had not really spoken to George before and he did seem quite whilst on Voss. However George had no problems with him. George continued to sip on his Whiskey as he waited for Nagate's response.

 

[Nagate Hei]

[member="George O Rourke"]

It wasn't as though he disliked physical contact, Nagate just didn't know how to re-act to it, so what may have seemed like a rude shy from the pats to the back, was actually an involuntary response from lack of social knowledge. He immediately corrected it with a short smile, genuine as it was, he felt odd, like he was doing it wrong.

"Y...yeah, I don't know many people in the Coalition. I've only spent time with my masters, both of whom am I no longer with. First was Master Harrison, then Master Ike. I don't get out much, aside from training, I just stay in my bunk... Thanks for welcoming me George...can I call you that??"

Nagate tried to act normal, whatever that was, and drank his whole glass in one gulp. He did not mean to do that...not entirely. But, with it done, he hastily set the glass down and asked for another. The bartender could see Nagate wasn't a drinker, not even socially, but still poured the rice wine and slid the glass. Nagate awkwardly scattered some credits on the bar top, trying to, again, act normal.

 

[George O Rourke]

[member="Nagate Hei"]

As Nagate replied George could feel his uneasiness. This made George more wanting to involve him in todays proceedings, well if he wished to. "Yes George is fine Nagate." George replied with a smile, moments before the Padawan downed his whole glass of wine in one gulp. His style and technique seemed quite uneduated as he asked for another drink. He didn't seem like your usual drinker, casual or professional. "Just watch it there buddy, I don't want to have to carry you out on my back. That is something I have had to do before it and well... It just gets messy. Plus don't forget, we are still representing the Coalition here. Just relax have a few drinks, just sip it and enjoy. There is no pressure here to do anything and if you like, I will be here the whole time." George finished up as he lent on the bar behind him, trying to evoke a similar calmed reaction.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Coci Heavenshield"][member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]

"Ah I wouldn't say I came out unscathed, but I've been through a lot worse," Jacen said. The defence of Yag Dhul had been worse, leaving him without use of his arm for nearly a month. Fortunate that [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] had been grounded on Sullust at the time.

"And they held the world," Jacen agreed. "But it would be a far cry to claim victory, though no doubt they will. Darth Vornskr managing to resurrect was a far greater than failing to hold Lujo. We did some good work, thanks to your help again."

He took a drink, just plain juice. Whilst he sometimes indulged in the odd beer still there would always be some in a room full of Jedi who would look down on the practise.

"I see many Silver Jedi who I've seen several times before, " Jacen said, "Yet I cannot say we have been seen in Coalition space enough. If you asked, we would though."

 

[Nagate Hei]

[member="George O Rourke"]

Nagate slowed as he raised his glass to his lips, sipped and replaced it by his side, slowly. Normalcy is key...or something like that.

"T...thanks George. I'm no good with people. Never have been. Guess you could say I'm a Padawan Social Learner...hehe..." A joke really? Was Nagate a dad trying to be cool for his kids or just that bad at humor...? The writer doesn't know either...

"I guess we should meet some of our new allies, eh?" Nagate tried to take the initiative, hopefully that was a step in the right direction.

[member="Ryan Korr"] looked like he wasn't engaged in conversation yet, and he was unknown to Nagate, which meant a chance to try his hand at normal conversation again. Nagate looked to George for confirmation.