Faction Episode # 1 - Arrival at the Praxeum [NJP/ Open to All Jedi]

[Kitter Bitters]

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Location: New Jedi Praxeum on Chalacta


Just after sunrise, the first ships began to arrive over Chalacta, at first a distant glimmer, then a steady procession descending into the Praxeum's open hangar. One by one, Jedi disembarked, some cautious, others quietly hopeful, all drawn by the same call. There were no formal escorts, only fellow Jedi guiding them inward through wide corridors toward the heart of the academy, the Great Hall, where the first gathering would take place.

Inside, the hall buzzed with low, restless energy. Small groups formed and reformed as voices carried across the circular space, excited chatter mingling with uncertainty. Some Jedi stood with guarded skepticism, others with visible nerves, while a few simply seemed relieved to no longer stand alone. As more arrivals filtered in, the room swelled with presence, a living convergence of paths long separated. At the center, an open space remained untouched, and gradually, attention turned toward it, toward the moment when those who had built this new academy would step forward and begin.

 

[Matsu Ike]

The displacement was small, subtle enough as the jedi master came there. The Unbeing guiding her when she sensed it as her eyes looked onwards. The last meeting had seen her daughter insulted while she hovered there. Her robes adjusting as the sleeves receded to leave her arms bare, the white and silver of the robes giving a look few could match with her black hair hovering behind her. THe art of the small letting her manipulate her molecules so she could float there and glide through them. Her hair entangled with the air of a thousand worlds and lungs filled with more air but she was moving and remained there. Looking at the padawans as the smaaller jedi masterr glided through them towards where the others would be. Her eyes tracking but she moved around and through the crowds finding a place to observe and listen.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris was within the crowd, though as per usual he stood above most of them. It'd been some time since he last proper stepped into a temple. The most recent wasn't for the sake of the Jedi or learning, just an idle curiosity he sated. Now, though, he couldn't help the calm smile on his face as he glanced about the others present. It was good to be amongst friends again.

If they ended up his friends. It'd be nice if they did, but he wasn't the best at making them. For now he focused where the others had. Friends or not, he hoped this was a sort of Academy he could bring another he had in mind.

 

[Kuhbee]

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Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
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Kuhbee arrived just as the steady rhythm of incoming ships began to slow, the morning light stretching long across the landing platforms of the New Jedi Praxeum. His vessel touched down with a soft hum, and for a moment, he didn't move. Through the viewport, he could see others disembarking as Jedi of all paths and pasts walked. Some were confident, some uncertain. He realized he was not alone in that feeling.

Stepping out at last, Kuhbee adjusted his robes, the familiar weight both comforting and unfamiliar after so long away. His time back home lingered with him, the aftermath of Black Sun's presence still etched into memory, the faces of those he had helped, the responsibility he had chosen over his training. It had been the right decision… he knew that. And yet, as he followed the flow of arrivals toward the great hall, a quiet doubt crept in. How much had he missed? How far behind had he fallen?

Inside, the hall buzzed with energy of voices overlapping, anticipation building. Kuhbee paused at the threshold, taking it all in. This place was new, untested… but it was alive with possibility. He steadied himself, exhaling slowly, and stepped forward into the crowd. His eyes immediately spotted someone he knew. Aris Noble was easy to pick out of any crowed as he was so tall. The energetic cub practically bounced over to the other Jedi.

"Griwrr Roarr Hirrr" He waved his arms in greeting as the small translator droid gave a wheezy interpretation of his growls.

[Aris! It's so nice to see you again!]

Kuhbee also noticed another Jedi who seemed to be floating or maybe she was hovering? He wasn't sure. This was not a technique he knew.

Interacting: Aris Noble
Nearby: Matsu Ike





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[Pari Sylune]

Her shuttle had been one of many descending in quiet succession onto Chalacta as morning light spilled across the Praxeum grounds. She had traveled alongside other Jedi, their silence on the journey less distant than it might have seemed. For Pari, however, something within her had already begun to settle long before the shuttle touched down.

She was home.

As she stepped onto the soil of Chalacta, a quiet warmth moved through her, familiar and grounding. The air, the light, even the subtle presence of the Force here felt known to her in a way no distant world ever could. And as she made her way inward with the others, she began to notice something that stirred a deeper sense of hope: Jedi and Chalactan adepts moving alongside one another with ease. There was no separation, no quiet tension between traditions, only a shared rhythm, a mutual respect. It was not something she had often seen beyond her homeworld.

By the time she entered the Great Hall, it was already alive with motion and sound.

Voices carried softly through the circular space, curiosity, hesitation, cautious optimism weaving together into something new. Pari paused briefly at the threshold, taking it all in, her gaze lingering not on the crowd itself, but on the harmony beneath it. Jedi of different paths, and the subtle presence of Chalactan sensibilities woven among them felt so right to her.

She drifted inward without urgency, settling along the outer curve of the hall. Her posture was relaxed, her presence steady, hands resting loosely at her sides. She did not join the conversations, though she listened to them. Instead, she allowed herself a quiet moment, eyes closing briefly as she reached out through the Force.

It flowed here as it always had on Chalacta, balanced, living, and deeply connected. When she opened her eyes again, there was a softness to her expression, something close to quiet joy. Pari Sylune would wait with the others but unlike many in the hall, her waiting was not shaped by uncertainty.

Only by hope for what might grow here, now that she had finally returned home.


Tags: Open to Interact