Faction Finding Sanctuary

[Mishel]

MISHEL R. KRYZE
"Endurance is the first lesson. The rest will follow."​

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Title: Jedi Master | Keeper of the Watch
Affiliation: Jedi Enclave of Monastery | Jedi Order | High Republic
Location: Baruungat
Objective: Finding Sanctuary
Task: Meeting with others
Tags: Kaelen Varrin | Corazona von Ascania | Kas Larsen | [Open to all Jedi Order/THR Members]

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Mishel sat in a quiet grove overlooking Mirrorbrook Pier, the hush of wind through leaves and distant gulls painting a calm across the morning. Her yellow-and-black leather jacket lay folded beside her, sunlight catching faint scratches in its worn sleeves. A bite of frostblossom plum lingered on her tongue, tart, cool, and almost floral in its aftertaste. A fruit that felt like memory.

She had sent out a simple missive to the Galaxy: A call for those willing to help her find the lost village of Sanctuary, Grandmaster Kismet's original enclave, and the founding site of the Order of the Sacred Lotus. It was the last corner of Monastery she hadn't touched. The one place she still hadn't found.

Mishel wanted to restore it.

Not out of legacy. Out of something quieter. Something like reverence.


She sat with her legs outstretched on a picnic blanket, one knee drawn up, elbow resting casually atop it as her eyes scanned the pier below. Locals cast lines lazily into the water while children dashed between food stalls. Overhead, the thrantas were beginning their descent toward Skyreach Nest, probably ferrying guests from Vitalii, the planet's only city with a spaceport. Some of them had pledged to help. Others just wanted to meet her.

Another bite of plum. The juice chilled her teeth.
She leaned back beneath the tree's dappled shade, letting herself sink into the moment.

Could she really find Sanctuary?

Maybe she should've asked the Jedi archaeologist, the one she'd read about from some old Galactic Alliance publication Ran Serys , or even reached out to Romi Jade or Coren Starchaser . Her old masters would've had a better starting point. Grandmaster Kismet had been a phenomenal healer—but also, literally, a tree. And trees, especially Force-touched ones, didn't exactly bloom on a schedule.

Still… if Sanctuary existed, it would be near her.

It would hold her roots.

And maybe Mishel was finally in the right place to understand what that meant.

She sat upright again, crossing her legs as she unwrapped a small travel cake. Steam coiled up the moment it split, fragrant with sesame oil, a faint whisper of spice, and the deep umami of dried suncap mushrooms. The paste inside, rich and nutty, was made from slow-roasted mistsoy and moonbloom gourd. She took a bite. The warmth of it settled low in her chest, grounding her where the plum had left her momentarily light.

Mishel glanced toward her picnic setup.

She'd have to wrap this up soon.

Her missive said she'd meet them at the Brightwood Tavern.

Where every good adventure started.

Well… most of the time, anyway.

 

[Jamilla Shall]

When Jamilla emerged from over the top of the hill, it was her horns that appeared first, and then the Eopie's snout as it carried her onward at an absurdly slow pace.

The Master was riding side-saddle as delicately as was possible out on the plains. The thranta ride had been heart-pounding and swift, and then someone had directed her to this half-blind Eopie just inside the walls of Baruungat.


Now, outside those walls and left to her own devices to find Brightwood Tavern, the Togruta was providing equal amounts of assurance to herself and her mount. She could sense that the creature wanted only to lie down and warm its belly in the sun, and had long since lost its desire to stick to the path it had once remembered.

"Not much longer now, my friend," Jamilla said softly to him. A red hand reached down to pat his saggy jowl, near the snout. "Just a little farther down….you must find Master Kryze. She needs us…and we need her…"

She took hold of the reigns and gave him a sharp slap that nudged him down a grove of twisted trees. As the Eopie plodded on, she thought of the missive Mishel had sent out, and how she might help.

Although she knew very little of the Jedi enclave on Monastery, at least not since the news broke of the Confederacy withdrawing from the planet - Jamilla did know what it was to be lost. It was true that not every Jedi felt at home in the bustle of Coruscant, nor the vibrant expanse of Tython. Smaller enclaves had their own charm, and perhaps she was here to reach out and touch a bit of that impalpable spirit herself - and she was not here to ask why. She was here to assist, however she might.

Perhaps, also, there was the fact that she was blade-less, ever since that particular mission, and Mishel was renowned for her ability to construct lightsabers, but - that would be a private matter she could pull her aside for later.

For now, her frail Eopie had brought her at last to the tavern she had been told to seek.

It was the right place, or so the Force said to her. She disembarked her mount with a flap of brown robes and removed a handful of red cabbage from the saddle. The Togruta fed it to him silently and gave a dismissive pat under his snout, and then she had gathered her robes and ventured indoors…her curved horns disappearing beyond a heavy wooden door.

Outside - a sign dangled in the breeze. Brightwood Tavern.

Tags: Mishel

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Kas' Gear
Tags: Mishel | Jamilla Shall | OPEN
Mentions: Katarine Ryiah | Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren
Location: Baruungat
Objective: Meet with Master Kryze | Find the Enclave

After landing his J-1 Shuttle down in the spaceport Kas was given the coordinates by the Jedi Master and heard from records that Mishel was a Jedi Sentinel. A specialisation that Kas was embarking upon in his Jedi training. This was just an opportunity to meet a fellow Jedi Sentinel but Master Kryze requested help and he'll lend aid where possible. Prepping his BARC speeder just in case there'd be long-distance travelling to do.

On behalf of the Jedi Order situated back on Naboo - the Order of Shiraya known to some. Kas thought it'd best to report any details and progress back to both masters Briana Sal-Soren and Brandyn Sal-Soren when appropriate to. Took into account that his master Katarine Ryiah always advised him to be independent. Seek out other avenues to learn and train as a Jedi.

Kas walked within the Spaceport and waited to spot Mishel alongside any other Jedi willing to help her.

"Well no time like the present. I wonder where everyone is. Hope I can find Master Kryze." Kas said.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

With his father off doing Light knows what, Jared and his sister had to take up some of the slack. Was Jared technically a Jedi? Well, yes. He followed most of the tenets of the Order, at least in a rough translation from how his father did. More of a Wayseeker, and a saber for hire, honestly. Though, he did take a few tests on Coruscant before, and found himself especially suited for the Jedi Shadow role. Perhaps that was what he was?

He was always finding his place in the galaxy and knew it was some sort of Errant Forcer. Errant Jedi could work for him.

Today was a bit of an odd day. He knew he was being called off to the world of Baruungat. A world he knew was important to his father’s prized pupil. An odd sight, was that the green and black TIE Avenger that was his go-to zip-around craft, was landing on a world and someone who looked at least mostly light sided stepped out.

Like his father, he had a few ships, two freighters, two fighters, access to two different cruiser types. But today? He was feeling his old classic. Followed down the ship’s ladder by his BD unit, the man was here to help a family friend, and do what he did best.

Explore.

Mishel

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: High Republic Robes

Armed With: High Republic Lightsaber

Arrived in: Heavy Sniping Interceptor



Nathan was trying out some self designed items for use in High Republic Space, wishing to contribute to the High Republic Jedi on a more visceral level than he had in the Alliance.

He had used his talent at Force Imbuement to craft a series of robes, crystals, and the hilts to fit those crystals in, and had submitted samples of them for evaluation to the High Council on Naboo.

Today was the first time he would be testing them out in the open.

Nathan stepped out of the silvery naboo-type ship and into the spaceport, wearing the Phrik Alloy mask his design came with. He breathed in the air, felt at ease on the Jedi planet. He had come here due to a missive going out to help locate an enclave.

It wasn't long before he spotted another Jedi, Kas Larsen , seemingly keeping a lookout for other Jedi.

Nathan decided to head over and tag along with him.

"Larsen, wasn't it? It's me, Bloodscrawl. Here to find that Enclave too?" Nathan asked.


Mishel

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Mishel & co.
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"I will have…"

Cora squinted at the sign hanging above the bar. Just below it, bottles of varying shape, size, and color stood in a staggered row like quiet, half-drunken sentinels. The Jedi, clad in a simple traveling cloak, cleared her throat.

"…I will have a water, please."

She didn't frequent dive bars - or any bar, really - but this was where Master Mishel had instructed those interested in finding the Sanctuary to meet.

The barkeeper raised a brow. Several sets of eyes turned to lay upon the woman who had the audacity to order water at a tavern.

The silence that followed wasn't dangerous; just incredibly awkward until Cora gave a sigh, once again peering up at the menu.

"On second thought, perhaps I will have a Baruunmoon Brew.”

The barkeep nodded once, and with a grunt of approval, reached for a stein. The eyes drifted away, disinterested.

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Kas' Gear
Tags: Nathan Bloodscrawl
Mentions: Mishel | OPEN
Location: Baruungat
Objective: Meet with Master Kryze | Find the Enclave | Work with fellow Jedi

The area was quiet for the time being as Kas wandered around the Spaceport and then he heard someone speak his name. Turned his attention towards Nathan Bloodscrawl having met him on Naboo prior. This was a surprise not expecting to see Nathan again but a welcoming sight nonetheless.

"Nathan? Huh fancy seeing you here. Last time we saw each other was back on Naboo. Yeah, I'm here to help Master Kryze and find this Enclave she mentioned in her comms sent out. You're helping too?" Kas asked him.

Kas waited to see if anyone else would come through and gather up with them, hopefully the Jedi Master Mishel would come to join the team gathered soon.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

"Yes...came here to search out the Enclave..." Nathan answered. "Must be something special to get us out here on such short notice."

Nathan looked around.

"Not a bad planet, honestly..." Nathan observed. "The Force flows very clearly here on this world, if you open yourself to it. It is not all that surprising an Enclave would be built here. I came here testing new equipment to aid me in my efforts here. I intend to submit copies of it to the Naboo temple for Jedi to use if I like how it goes here..." Nathan explained. "One of my specialties is Force Imbuement. I fashion artificial lightsaber crystals among other things..." Nathan explained to Kas Larsen .

"So while we wait, Padawan Larsen, why don't you tell me more about yourself...I'm trying to get to know everyone in the Naboo Temple."

Such forwardness, such outgoing sociability, would have been unthinkable for him even five years ago. Nathan made friends very slowly.

But having a wife, two adopted daughters, one adopted son, a newborn son, and artificial sisters had changed him...a lot.

He didn't want to repeat the patterns in the High Republic that had left him isolated in the NJO. He was making a genuine effort to change...

Mishel

Corazona von Ascania

Jared Starchaser

Jamilla Shall

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Kas' Gear
Tags: Nathan Bloodscrawl | OPEN
Mentions: Mishel | Katarine Ryiah
Location: Baruungat | Spaceport
Objective: Meet with Master Kryze | Find the Enclave | Work with fellow Jedi

Kas rubbed a hand along his jaw in thought leaving him to wonder who else might be coming to this planet. Especially it consists of other Jedi coming to support Jedi Master Mishel Kyrze. It sure was quite the planet almost as if it was isolated from the rest of the Galaxy. Kas can feel and sense the Force strongly on this world.

The young Jedi's attention turned to the questioning that Nathan had raised to him. Hearing the Jedi Knight bring up an ability called Force Imbuement and fashions Lightsaber crystals it had Kas interested. Perhaps Nathan was a Jedi Artisan to an extent a specialization that Kas held interests within.

"Yeah this is my first time visiting a world like this master." Kas said to Nathan in response as he thought. "Testing new equipment huh? Interesting. Yeah this Enclave once we find it that'd be good to share and pass on master." The young Jedi nodded his head to the Jedi Knight. "Force Imbuement? I've never heard of that ability. Create some Lightsaber crystals too? Sounds like the works of a Jedi Artisan." Kas displayed some interest in what Nathan had shared to him while they spoke to each other.

He folded his arms and hands into his chest as he stood waiting. Leaned on a crate to take some weight off his feet and casually spoke. "Nothing special or anything fancy with me master. I'm not long serving as a Jedi. A Watchman came to my family - no surprise that my parents were Jedi Masters. Retired for now. I was recruited alongside my twin sister Seri and my younger brother Caden to the Jedi Temple on Tython." Kas said to Nathan as he paused for a moment or few. "I ended up going to a lot of other planets and systems to learn, train more as a Jedi. Ended up meeting Master Ryiah we went to Coruscant then Naboo we joined the Jedi Order situated there." He mentioned the times with Jedi Master Katarine Ryiah in going from Tython to Coruscant and finally ended up on Naboo.

"Now, I'm here hoping to find Master Kryze. Help them find the Enclave alongside any other Jedi." Kas shrugged his shoulders as he finished off his little explanation of his background in the Jedi thus far. He was able to answer any other questions or explain further if asked by Nathan Bloodscrawl while they wait for Jedi Master Mishel Kyrze.

 

[Mishel]

MISHEL R. KRYZE
"Endurance is the first lesson. The rest will follow."​

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Title: Jedi Master | Keeper of the Watch
Affiliation: Jedi Enclave of Monastery | Jedi Order | High Republic
Location: Baruungat → Brightmoon Tavern
Objective: Finding Sanctuary
Task: Talking with others
Tags: Kaelen Varrin | Kas Larsen | Nathan Bloodscrawl | Jamilla Shall | Corazona von Ascania ] | [Open to all Jedi Order/THR Members]

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Mishel had planned to arrive before everyone else.
Naturally, she'd been sidetracked.

A small dispute at the Trading Hall had drawn her in, two traders locked in argument over a shipment. She wasn't an arbitrator, not by any means, but sometimes the robe made it easy to forget that. People saw a Jedi and assumed diplomacy followed.

Maybe they weren't entirely wrong.
Although not everyone would agree.

She stood there, hands on her hips, gaze flicking left toward the trader and right toward the supplier. A moon flute vendor, whose instruments were carved from a rare, tonal stone found only in Monastery's co-capital, Khutuun'gal, was in dispute with the one who delivered their raw material. The supplier claimed the shipment delay hadn't been intentional. Yet somehow, they'd charged the vendor for the very delay they caused.

Mishel narrowed her eyes.
That sounded awfully suspicious.

Mishel shifted her weight, letting the silence stretch. The vendor and the supplier both looked to her, clearly expecting judgment.

Moon flutes.

Delicate things, carved from Khutuun'gal's shimmering blue-gray stone, each one tuned during the carving process to resonate with specific Force harmonics. To the untrained ear, they sounded like wind brushing through tall reeds. But in the right hands, a moon flute could calm an anxious mind, even ease someone into meditation. Mishel had heard one played during a memorial once, notes so soft they made the bones in her chest ache.

Not exactly worth fighting over.

But still, something about how the supplier avoided eye contact nagged at her.


She exhaled. "Okay. Here's what's going to happen," she said, voice even but firm.


"The vendor gets a fifty-percent discount on this shipment. The supplier accepts that as the cost of delay and agrees to waive any late fees moving forward, assuming, of course, they arrive on time." She turned to the supplier. "And maybe next time you send word ahead. People build their lives on these trades. Don't treat them like they're optional."


The supplier opened their mouth as if to argue, then seemed to think better of it. They nodded stiffly.


Mishel gave a single, curt nod back. "Good."


The vendor dipped into a shallow bow, clearly grateful. "Thank you, Master Jedi."


She winced slightly. "Just… Mishel's fine."

Mishel lingered a moment longer, watching the sun filter through the Trading Hall's high skylights. She didn't particularly enjoy mediating, but it was part of life on Monastery. The enclave wasn't just a temple. It was a living place. Where peace had to be practiced every day, in small measures and deeds.

As she turned to go, a soft melody drifted through the air, one of the apprentices at a nearby stall had begun playing a moon flute. The sound curled through the air like mist over warm stone, and Mishel paused to listen.

A smile touched her lips.

Maybe they were worth fighting over, after all.

Then she checked the chrono and grimaced.


"Wow, Mishel, really showing them who your master was," she muttered under her breath.


Naturally, being one of the few remaining padawans of Master [@Coren Starchaser] came with... expectations. Punctuality, however, was not one of them. Or maybe that was just her. Still, she'd blame Starchaser anyway, it was easier than blaming herself.


With a resigned sigh, Mishel exited the Trading Hall and made her way toward the tavern.


Brightwood Tavern was already humming with its usual rhythm: low conversation, the clink of glasses, the familiar scent of spicebread and brews. It didn't take long for her to spot the group that had answered her call. They stood out easily, offworlders, curious and out of place among the relaxed Monastery locals.

She offered a smile to the barkeep, who wordlessly slid her a stein of Baruunmoon Brew, a hardy dark ale that didn't do much for her these days in terms of kick, but she still appreciated the weight of it, the rich, roasted flavor.


Mishel approached the group, her smile sheepish but sincere. "Sorry for being late. Really glad you're all here."


She caught sight of Jared Starchaser and gave him a brief nod and a warmer smile. "Truly. It means a lot that you've come."


After a beat, she clasped her hands together and drew in a quiet breath.


"Sanctuary, as I knew of it, was a village. A place founded by Grandmaster Bethany Kismet when she created the Order of the Sacred Lotus. They were an order of healers and doctors, they had risen just Taeli Raaf's great betrayal on Coruscant, and later quietly disbanded although remnants remained under the care of the CIS, before they inevitably collapsed."

She let that sit for a moment before continuing.

"My purpose in finding Sanctuary is twofold: to reintegrate it with the rest of Monastery, and to rebuild, if necessary."

A longer pause followed. Mishel's gaze swept the group again, her voice softening.

"But... not everything is meant to be rebuilt. Or reintegrated. If we don't find it, then perhaps it remains hidden until such a time as it's meant to be found. Or until... Grandmaster Kismet decides to blossom, shall we say."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if expecting confusion. "She's a tree."

A shrug, as if that explained it.

"Anyway." Mishel took a long drink of her ale, grounding herself. "This is as much a journey of discovery as it is one of connection. With the world, with each other. That's the work of Jedi, at least, it should be."

She set the stein down gently. "Any questions?"

 

[Jared Starchaser]

It wasn’t that the pedigree was important, but sometimes one could get more guidance from the galaxy if they did share their pedigree. Jared, like his sister, didn’t hide it, and he was always fighting his own internal struggle, to say if he was a Jedi or not. Today? Well, today was a day he was really thinking it. While he had access to the Dawn Chaser and the Oasis, he didn’t always have the backing of any larger government or other entity.

Saber-For-Hire was how he saw himself. But being here? Well, who knew.

As he stepped into the tavern, in spacers leathers, and the underlying ExCon suit, with a lightsaber on his hip, an explorer droid at his heel, and a goal of finding Sanctuary in mind? He was looking more like a tomb raider, than a Jedi.

Looking around, he heard the blonde ordering a water, the others. Jared, as always, tried his best to blend in, but with some arms on him? Well, it was clear he was more than just a traveler. He made his way towards the gathered, slipping an old Outer Rim Talon to the barkeep in exchange for a small bottle of a local whiskey.

He’d known Mishel as he grew up, being the student of his father. “Wouldn’t miss it. Dad sends his best, but he’s…” Indisposed? She would know.

“We’re looking for a tree?”

And wait, was being here making him a Jedi?

Mishel

 

[Kaelen Varrin]

It wasn't an easy decision. Kaelen had been learning a lot since striking out on his own. But in so far as being a Jedi, or even reliably using the Force beyond instinct and such, was difficult. He had his grandfather's lightsaber, but it still was in a bit of disarray despite his attempts at repair. So he had decided to find people who Julius had noted in his journals as friends, acquaintances, or just simply people he had opinions on. That last category was stupendously large.

But he still felt out of place wandering into this tavern, though his time with the Rebellion, and smuggling before with his Father, had taught him to look like he belonged almost anywhere. So to most in the joint, he was just another Corellian scrub, probably trying to move stolen goods or just avoid the authorities for Force knows what reason.

Mishel, according to his data, was smart, and perhaps a little too well intended and kind. Though, to be fair to her, this was filtered through the lens of Julius' opinion. And though the two had never met, and Kaelen didn't even know if the man still lived, he had to remind himself there were chances always to differ. Then one spoke, after Mishel, and he nodded. A Starchaser, if he got the look right. They were a family he didn't think Julius had a bad word one to say about. Especially Coren, their patriarch of sorts.

Idly thumbing the broken saber at his hips, Kaelen watched the preceedings, unsure when to interrupt, or how, or even if he should use his father's surname or the family name of his grandfather. Sedaire had done a lot with a little, then crawled into a bottle for the rest of his known existence when his wife disappeared, by and large. It was his hope he'd redeem the family name, in time.

This was just simply the start of the redemption, though if any looked too closely at his outward appearance, so similar to his grandfather it was eerie, they might question if it wasn't just a continuation given his curled-lip smirk and snark.

Mishel | Jared Starchaser

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Mishel Jared Starchaser Kaelen Varrin Kas Larsen Nathan Bloodscrawl

Cora took a cautious sip of her brew and suppressed a pucker. The faint burn going down didn't bother her as much as the bitter aftertaste.

She swallowed quickly, and offered the barkeep a practiced smile.

"Thank you. I can see why this is a local favorite."

New faces entered the pub, but Mishel did not announce herself. She didn't need to - not with the way her presence commanded a silent sort of attention. There was something about the way she carried herself that spoke of wisdom without arrogance.

Cora offered the woman a smile - this one a little more genuine - and a gentle incline of her head. As Mishel spoke, the blonde listened.

The young man next to her, garbed closer to a grave robber than a Jedi, posed the same initial question that she had:

A tree?

She took another sip of the brew - this one slow and concentrated as she nursed the acerbic drink.

The Order of the Sacred Lotus was not entirely unknown to her - but not exactly known, either. She'd glimpsed mentions in tomes and holocrons of a small, quiet order of healers tucked into the mid rim, but the information she had wasn't enough to piece a picture together.

Perhaps Sanctuary was the sort of thing that lived on through memories and by word of mouth.

"Have you visited Sanctuary before, Master Mishel?"

 

[Mishel]

MISHEL R. KRYZE
"Endurance is the first lesson. The rest will follow."​

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Title: Jedi Master | Keeper of the Watch
Affiliation: Jedi Enclave of Monastery | Jedi Order | High Republic
Location: Baruungat → Brightmoon Tavern
Objective: Finding Sanctuary
Task: Yappin' it up.
Tags: Kaelen Varrin | Corazona von Ascania | Jared Starchaser | Nathan Bloodscrawl | Kas Larsen | Nathan Bloodscrawl | | [Open to all Jedi Order/THR Members]

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Mishel cleared her throat. "Yep." She popped the 'p' and clasped her hands together, reaching for her stein of Baruunmoon Brew. She chugged it like a champ, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Mhmm. A tree. And no, I don't know which tree, which is exactly why we're going to be very, very... very," she paused, eyes scanning the group, "careful."

Someone asked if she'd ever actually been to Sanctuary. She fixed her attention on Corazona for a moment.

Mishel's head dipped slightly, her tone shifting. "No," she answered honestly, letting the weight of that truth settle in the air. "But I've read all of Master Tellu's logs, every recording and half-burned journal entry. I even reached out to an old Imperial who spent time with the Order of the Sacred Lotus."

She looked at each person in turn, her voice steady. "My goal here is to find either the village… or something adjacent. Something that carries the same roots. There's no guarantee we'll find a decades-lost settlement, but what is guaranteed is that we can find common cause. We can come together and build something new."

Mishel leaned back a little, her expression softening. "The Force is as much about recovery as it is about renewal. Redemption. Reclamation…" She fumbled for her stein again, squinting with one eye before realizing it was empty. A burly Selonian behind the bar silently refilled it. "I'm running out of 'R' words. Oh, reconnection!" She snapped her fingers with a grin. "Anyway. My point is: if we find Sanctuary? Great. If we don't? That's okay too."

"And not to beat the bantha pants off a cliché," she added, lifting the stein, "but the real journey, is the connections we form along the way."

She chugged again, unbothered by any formality. "Any further questions, comments, concerns? I promise alcohol doesn't affect me — thank you, Force ghost nonsense, but I do really like the aftertaste."

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan listened carefully to Kas Larsen and his explanation of his background.

"It's good you have chosen to follow in your parents footsteps..." Nathan replied as encouragingly as he possibly could.

"Started out as a scavenger and mercenary who met Jedi Master Elias Edo in the ruins of an old temple..." Nathan said. "Had the touch of the Force in me. Mostly served as a courier --'

(Cutaway of a New Vegas fiend getting sniped by a Gauss Rifle)

"--between Enclaves. Picked up stuff as I went along. Took things slow. Learned from the ground up what it takes..." Nathan said.

"Just keep at it, and don't try to do too much, too fast. Patience, I have found, does wonders." Nathan said. It was the most Jedi like advice he had ever given to another living being.

Nathan perked up.

"The Force...it's tugging me away from this space port...I believe Master Kryze is in range now..." Nathan said. "I think you should follow me...I believe we can reach her very quickly at this point."

Nathan headed out of the space port, thinking about how to best assist in the search. If there was one thing he was good at, it was putting himself in the shoes of others when it came to building strongholds. What location he would choose, what defenses he would select. He was good at hunting such places down but didn't know how useful it might be for locating a Jedi Enclave not meant to serve as a military outpost...Jedi, he noticed, tended to not go with maximum security facilities, for some stupid reason, giving how often they got attacked.

Maybe he could upgrade the place, if he found it...

Nathan soon reached the Bar Mishel and Corazona von Ascania were in. His red and gold robes, based off a design his father had worn, though he wasn't about to tell anyone that, had a distinct presence as he sat at the bar.

"One glass of Juma, please..." Nathan requested, a serious expression on his face as he turned to face Mishel.

"Master Kryze, I presume. The name's Bloodscrawl. Nathan Bloodscrawl."

(Clip of Bond Theme Plays for a few seconds)

One of the patrons who was mentally ill, drinking in the back of the tavern, darted his head around in bewilderment looking for the source of the OOC music with a look of pure 'WTF' but soon gave up as Nathan's drink arrived and he paid the Bartender.

"Heard you're looking for an old Jedi location. Came here to offer my assistance. I have experience in scouting..."

Jared Starchaser

Kaelen Varrin

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Tags: Mishel | Nathan Bloodscrawl | Kaelen Varrin | Corazona von Ascania | Jared Starchaser
Equipment: Kas' Gear | Echo Stone
Current Location: Baruungat | Brightmoon Tavern
Objective: Find the Sanctuary | Meet Jedi Master Mishel Kryze | Support Mishel & Fellow Jedi

Kas listened to Nathan as the two of them discussed their reasons for coming to Baruungat which were the same or similar as they answered one another. No doubt in his mind there may be more Jedi coming from various parts of the Galaxy to assist Mishel and if she had a team, they'd get support too.

"I hope to do my folks proud as well as others that teach and train me in becoming a Jedi for the future." Kas said to Nathan. "Huh. I haven't met or heard of Jedi Master Elias Edo are they still around master?" He asked.

The young, late-teenaged, Corellian Jedi stood with the Jedi Knight. Taking in everything Nathan was advising and sharing with him. Kas showed his eagerness to be the best that he can become to a few others since he joined the Jedi Order with his twin sister Kharis and younger brother Caden.

"I'll take my time master and be patient I'll not waste any attention, efforts or time that's available to me." Kas replied to Nathan with a nod following his statement.

Some Time Later...

The Force began to draw Kas' attention out from the Spaceport and towards the Brightmoon Tavern not too far from where he was, the Spaceport, noticed Nathan went in that direction. Kas went off to the tavern and when he got close the Force presence, multiple in fact, there he was able to detect the Light-side energy.

"Huh. Quite a few Jedi here this is good." Kas mumbled and said to himself as he entered the tavern.

Not one to indulge in a lot of beverages the Corellian Padawan Learner followed behind Nathan and smiled to see Mishel, Corazona, Jared and Kaelen being present. Nodded his head out of acknowledgement and respect their attendance inside the Brightmoon Tavern. He was ready to help and pitch in for now he listened.

"Sorry being late masters. I'm Kas Larsen, Padawan Learner, hailed from the High Republic Jedi Order on Naboo. Available to lend aid and support where, when I can." Kas said to everyone as he got a glass of cold and fresh water. He sipped the contents and relaxed for now but stood firm.