Faction Fireflies in the Dark [Lightsworn]

[Kylass Starhaven]

Xiwangu Temple, Atrisia

Suspended above the polished darkwood planks of the Hall of Serenity, deep within the Xiwangu Temple complex, Kylass Starhaven felt the Force temper her mediation. The Force oozed from her concentration in a sprouting pillar that held her cross-legged pose aloft while more animated currents swirled above her lap and carried in them parts of her lightsaber.

Slowly they orbited in a concentric ring of elliptical pathways, a system in miniature, made of every component of her Jedi weapon, down to the fine and minuscule bolts and ends. As planets revolve around a great burning star, the components spun around a brilliant kyber crystal. The Force flickered within, commanded by Kylass’ deepening focus. Gushing beams of gilded sallow shafts lanced across the hall and painted the ornately carved decorations in their myriad yellows.

Then Kylass raised one hand and began to direct all the components. One-by-one, they began to lock, slide, and connect into place. First to be assembled was the parts that made up the standard saber, then the shoto curved-hilt saber. The two completed sabers orbited around each other.

Kylass slid her open palm across and brought them to snap together, forming the split lightsaber whole again. She raised her other hand and meeting the first raised one, she held them out both, awaiting the descending fall of the lightsaber into her grip. The instant she felt the landing weight of her lightsaber, Kylass snapped open her silvery grey eyes and the Force was expelled from her control in a sudden gust of conviction.

No longer held up by the Force, Kylass rapidly sank, but before she would collapse onto the floor she unfurled her legs into a bracing stance. Her open palms flipped over and clenched the lightsaber. She landed and the saber cried out its activation as Kylass unleashed a seamless transition into an opening quick-draw slice across an imagined foe’s chest. Just as the sweep was finished she swung the humming yellow blade high and came down in a straight vertical cut. After the blurring sequence of cuts was finished, Kylass stood still and only the rattling warble of the saber sung a lament for the imagined slain.

“Still yet, Master,” sighed Kylass in her uniquely blended melange of accents borne from her upbringing among the Spacers and in Atrisia. “Still yet, can I not make my saber as empty as your twas,” said Kylass.

Relaxing from her held pose, Kylass stood back up and retrieved the yellow beam back into the elongated hilt of her split saber. Kylass buckled the split saber to the black belt cinched around the waist of her dark grey Jedi tunic and gave a deep bow to the memory of her long gone Atrisian Jedi Master. She raised her head and walked down the Hall of Serenity and stepped over its raised threshold to stand on the stilted veranda that ran around its edges. In the courtyard, Kylass’ R9-Z9 astromech wheeled closer, hooting and beeping at her.

“Calm, Ninez,” Kylass said, wincing, and waved her hand at the uppity droid. “This is a solemn place. No need to screech like a hungry gryffus. What is it?"

Ninez whispered, as a droid could whisper, some curt toots and nickering bleats. Kylass crossed her arms and nodded.

“Summons back to the Hirata Manor?” said Kylass. “Sir Inosuke gathers more fireflies in the dark.”

Kylass looked down at the droid and smiled.

“Then let us not tarry long here now. Prep the Delta-7 for flight. We shall head back to the Manor.”

 

[Ceton]

Block. Block. Strike. Strike. Slash. Force push left. Shield bash right. Downward stab. Slide left. Strike. Strike.

Another move. And his left hand threw his lightsaber right. Then grabbed another. Block. Upward slash. Throw right.

Third lightsaber out.

He was calling this sequence the Torrent. He would share it with others should they want it. But since leaving Kattada, Ceton has focused nearly entirely on the arts of the lightsaber.

The Core was in trouble. Darkness was rising. The Yinchorri was in the woods not far from the Manor. And was in his meditative stances. The sabers flying. Yellow and blue light as he hid behind the shell. The one that belonged formerly to his cousin.

The cousin that sided with the Bryn'adul and sided with the dark side. The cousin that Ceton found did have a useful trait.

A shell. Now there was one for the front and his rear. As the sabers arcs and returned, he grabbed the yellow crossguard. The other two hilts extinguishing and finding their holsters on his bandolier.

Another being had arrived. Carried by speeder. "Others are arriving." Was the message.

A deep breath and Ceton nodded.

He really needed and proper speeder.

 

[Thalen Dhorain]

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Thalen laid amongst the ground, gaze set upon the sky above him in thought, as he drummed his fingers along his waist. The Lightsworn were certainly not anything like he had expected. They had purpose. Strength. They believed in who they were. They were...a Tool of the Light Side, that still had personality. Something that Thalen himself could not wrap himself around. How could they have such drive? How could they push themselves to keep moving on with Hope? Thalen had spoken up in the meeting about how Hope was important, but in truth? He didn't believe a single word out of his own mouth. Hope wasn't real.

It wasn't hope that got him moving. It was duty. Purpose. He wasn't born to have Hope. Thalen was a tool. For his family. For the Force. He was not meant to take sides. He was not meant to lean towards the Light nor the Dark...so why did he find himself siding with the Jedi more and more. He could have left. Thalen didn't have to stay here, yet he had. Why? It was a question that he couldn't even answer. But it wasn't for him to know. He was not to know anything. Only to go ahead with his duties...

So why was it, he still wore the bandage over his crystal eye? It was not as if he was in a private meeting anymore. His own duty for his family was to be an observer. A camera for them. Yet here he was, obscuring the lens of said camera...It was a strange belief to have at the end of the day. Yet with all of this inner turmoil, the small smile on Thalen's face didn't leave. It was not a real smile. It was cold. Void of any true emotion...but it was a smile all the same.

He could not focus on that for long however. It seemed as if there were new arrivals coming and so he might as well look presentable. Reaching out to take his quarterstaff aloft before slamming it down onto the ground to pull himself up to his feet, brushing the dust and dirt off his robes and breaking out into a brighter smile. It finally radiated some warmth...Though it was more artificial. As if his smile was a simple lightbulb flicked on. Well. It was time to try and meet some new people.

 

[Tilon Quill]

In the short time since the 'midnight conclave' and ensuing confrontation, Tilon's Wake of Balmorra had threaded a thousand needles to get refugees out of the Byss system in the harsh light of the dense Deep Core. The Byss Run didn't connect on this side of the Core, and Tilon had pushed his instinctive astrogation skills to their limit while dodging Imperial patrols. His cloak and rad shields needed a tuneup at minimum. He'd drunk his weight in mass-market stimulants. And for all of that, he'd only just barely managed to shake the dread of coming back here.

Not that he regretted what he'd done. None of it, really, except for how much cleaning up the mess had fallen on others. But still, he'd only come back to Atrisia - to this quiet corner that pretended the planet wasn't a post-scarcity technoparadise - once he was too tired to care. Fatigue had a way of stripping out lesser considerations.

He set the freshly-scorched, black-and-gold heavy freighter down outside the enclave and took a minute to centre himself. From the cockpit he could see someone arriving in a smaller craft he didn't recognize, and a couple of people were coming out to meet them. The coincidence of the timing could be valuable.

Wearing the same ragged shipsuit he'd worn since before Byss, he headed down the ramp and closed up the Wake of Balmorra, then went to join Thalen Dhorain (who he knew) and Ceton (who he didn't) in meeting Kylass Starhaven

 

[Silthe Aerin]

Silthe 'Silya' Thrast had largely kept to herself, since arriving, unsure how the people here would take an imperial-born and trained young woman such as herself. She didn’t arrive looking the part, no. She had relied on the Echani fashions her mother insisted on clothing her with, over the years, fostering that part of her identity without outright entertaining the notion of visiting Eshan itself. And Silya was unsure of embarking on that journey alone, for much of the same reasons that she had hardly spoken a word since arriving, except when spoken to.

Even in that late-night meeting with plans forming and minor arguments flying, she only watched and listened, feeling a little out of her depth being surrounded by Jedi, but not entirely out of place. She understood what drove them to gather; it was why she’d shown up, herself. The darkside and the Sith were a pervasive sickness, a stain on the galaxy entire, and she felt compelled to do something.

But one thing had derailed her attention in that meeting just a little. She’d watched that tournament, which was fascinating to her - she’d never heard of a kaggath before, and with how it differed from what she knew as more than just a fight, so her mother had instilled in her, anyway… she was curious. As much curious about the idea itself, as she was about why people would do this.

But what she hadn’t expected to see during the gathering that night was one of the best competitors in the whole tournament, who was not only present, but very few feet away, and speaking like a Jedi. Or at least, what she assumed Jedi spoke like from her limited examples which were all in the room with her. The examples differed throughout those late hours. Some passionate. Some measured. Some serene.

Silya didn’t know what to think of that.

She kriffing knew nothing, and the only person she even remotely knew here (if you could call it ‘knowing’) was some guy she’d watched on the holo. What was his name again? Kyric ? Who after making it through each round inspired in her a reluctant respect. For someone who would debase himself like that, but not for that. It was the persistence, the tenacity, the ingenuity… and he was here.

She didn’t know what to do with that either!

After a short time passed around the Hirata Enclave, she heard the whispers of others arriving, and despite her reservations thus far, being nearly a ghost, she headed out in a comfortable set of Echani leathers to see what - or who - she’d find. And what she found was two guys ( Tilon Quill and Thalen Dhorain ) of different species even from her, and… a… well, she couldn’t recall what species (Ceton) that was?

Silya moved closer, trying to think...

[ Nope, nothin'. ]

...and came to a stop near the three, glanced from one to the other and the other, and gave the most sure, cordial smile she could muster despite her inner world, while lifting her hand as high as her shoulder, in a little wave.

Kylass Starhaven • And others?​

 

[Kylass Starhaven]

Kylass guided down her old Alliance Delta-7 Class Jedi Starfighter by a stretch of open meadow outside the main enclave of the Hirata Manor. The Jedi Starfighter was practically an antique compared to the modern class of starfighter. Battles from another life-time within the Jedi Order of the Alliance had left scorched and gauged scarring on its arrowhead bow. Most of the green paint had been sheared off and left the Jedi Starfighter’s barren gray plating exposed. Only the faint outline of the Jedi Order sigil refused to fade entirely, faintly still brandishing its stencilled arc and ignited saber emblems.

Setting the antique down beside a freshly scorched, black-and-gold heavy freighter that landed just previously, Kylass popped the cockpit’s transparasteel hood and vaulted over the rim down onto the meadow. Ninez followed, dislodging from his astromech socket by a quick burst of thrusters. Kylass caught the droid with the Force and brought the R9 astromech gently down onto the meadow, so that its thrusters didn’t burn the flowers below it.

Kylass rounded the Jedi Starfighter and passed it, heading along the ravaged freighter. Kylass eyed its black and gold decals, the burn marks of starship grade cannons, and ruptured plating. It looked to have seen just the same amount of action in a short amount of time as her own Jedi Starfighter’s lengthy service. The freighter wasn’t unfamiliar to her, she had seen it coming and going for quite some time, and always with a new batch of refugees or cargo. Yet, she did not come to know its captain ( Tilon Quill ). She hadn’t come to know much of anyone in the Lightsworn besides the Ashina Clan members. Ninez tweeted a fluttering melody of beeps as he followed Kylass.

“Perhaps you are correct, Ninez,” Kylass said grinning down at her old friend. “There is a danger to spending all this time just with ghosts and memories.”

Kylass approached the aquamarine patinated azure captain of the Wake of Balmorra as he made his way along the freighter towards the Hirata Manor. He was already met by others as well it seemed. A young man ( Thalen Dhorain ), a martially adorned Yinchorri (Ceton ), and a young, if not distant, blonde woman ( Silthe Aerin ).

“I see the Ashina continue to summon curious and curiouser guests,” said Kylass, calling out to the group. She looked towards the captain of the freighter as she arrived near the gathering.

“Force’s blessing that your travels have delivered you here..,” Kylass interrupted herself to glance back at the freighter then down back at the captain. “...if not somewhat, yet still, safely.” She stuck out a hand. “Starhaven…Kylass Starhaven,” said Kylass.

 

[Ceton]

Walking was good for the soul. Walking allowed the connection to the body that Ceton craved. To feel at one with the Force and himself. When he did arrive at the meeting place, there were many no-shell species. Soft skins. No matter. If they were here, perhaps they were all here for the Lightsworn?

His lightsaber was extinguished now, the shell of his cousin was now strapped to his own back, giving an awkward appearance of a second shell. He would place this down soon. As the freighter landed, Ceton did find a tree to leave the shell against. It was a weight off, especially when he was not practicing.

There was a colorful one, and then the rest were pale skins. Well, pale for the Yinchorri’s eyes.

“Summons the curious and courageous. The ones ready to work.” He said, matter-of-factly. The being was definitely standoffish compared to many others. Honestly, a trait of his species, not of him.

Silthe Aerin Tilon Quill Thalen Dhorain Kylass Starhaven

 

[Thalen Dhorain]

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A small amount of actual warmth came to Thalen's smile at the sight of Tilon Quill . The Captain wasn't exactly someone Thalen felt like he could call a "friend", but he was fond of Tilon. Tilon had drive. Compassion. It was nice to watch someone like that go to work...Though Thalen had still yet to buy a replacement shield generator. He hadn't even been off world yet to buy one. Come to think of it...Thalen should really check on his funds, he was highly hesitant to believe that his family would be wanting to "reward" him for his performance recently...

Though his gaze was then focused on the new arrival of Silthe Aerin , returning her smile and wave with a small bow, holding his hand against his shoulder and lowering his head. This was...a Jedi-like greeting right? That was one thing where his tutoring had been sorely lacking. Whilst he had been taught how to use the Force by tutors at home, he had never been taught the culture. The culture of the Sith or Jedi. He had been raised to pay no mind to their philosophical and religious beliefs...yet here he was, wanting to learn more and more about them.

Then his eye flickered to the Arkanian arrival, returning the same bow he had performed for Silya. A small smirk flickered on his face at the mentioning of a safe arrival. Considering his arrival had came after the operation on Balmorra, where he had been shot...Well, he supposed his arrival had been quite safe. His eyes flickered over towards the turtle-like being of Ceton, listening to his words and standoffishness state. Interesting.

"The Ashina may summon guests here, though my being here was brought upon by the Force. It is the Will of the Force that I am here, and I am merely a tool of it. Thalen Dhorain, a pleasure to meet you all."

Soft and kind words, yet lacking in warmth. Clinically polite. That was Thalen in a nutshell in this moment. With his introduction done, the lad just leaned against his quarterstaff, turning his eye upon the others.

 

[Tilon Quill]

“I see the Ashina continue to summon curious and curiouser guests,” said Kylass, calling out to the group. She looked towards the captain of the freighter as she arrived near the gathering.

“Force’s blessing that your travels have delivered you here..,” Kylass interrupted herself to glance back at the freighter then down back at the captain. “...if not somewhat, yet still, safely.” She stuck out a hand. “Starhaven…Kylass Starhaven,” said Kylass.

“Summons the curious and courageous. The ones ready to work.”

"The Ashina may summon guests here, though my being here was brought upon by the Force. It is the Will of the Force that I am here, and I am merely a tool of it. Thalen Dhorain, a pleasure to meet you all."

Tilon shook the offered hand and opted not to take mild offense. An Arkanian calling a multispecies gathering strange was like water being wet. Had to roll with it.

"Captain Quill. That's the Wake of Balmorra — refugees, raids. Expeditions and enclave connections in better days. Dhorain here might recognize it: before the paint job it was an Imperial transport we used in a bad spot."

He didn't know the Yinchorri or the Echani, both of them taciturn, so he made that introduction as much for their benefit as anything.

"Just got back from a Deep Core run, pulling out survivors and trying to catch rumors about a new superweapon that's being built. Stardust. All I know so far is it's real. Anyone here heard more?"

 

[Silthe Aerin]

Silya folded her hands behind her back, and followed the movement of the older white-haired woman with her eyes, as the Arkanian came out and joined them. Then she looked to each of the others when they spoke, introducing themselves — or not, in the case of the Yinchorri — until she was the last one left to speak.

Her brows did raise just a small fraction at the fact of Tilon’s ship once having a life as an Imperial Transport, but the foreign concept of the ‘Will of the Force’ and the unfamiliar turn of phrase of the ‘Force’s blessing’ both provoked no reaction, save for being noted in her thoughts as… Jedi things. As far as her limited knowledge was concerned, at any rate. It was easy to assume most here were Jedi.

“No,” Silya answered Tilon’s question, her tone direct, and inflected just like her mother's, “only what was presented to us by the Lord Ashina and others present at the meeting. The news of the darkness swallowing the deep core,” her mouth assumed a delicate line that wavered as if it should’ve been a frown; the disgust she felt was deeper still, “it was that which brought me here.”

She’d wanted the most direct way to fight it, short of the foolish notion of diving into it alone, and that landed her here where she’d surmised that her feelings and opinion on the matter might not stick out like a sore thumb. She swallowed, then introduced herself.

“I am Silthe Thrast, but you all may call me Silya.”

Ceton • Kylass Starhaven • Tilon Quill • Thalen Dhorain​

 

[Kaleleon]

"I have received no new information. I know that the Seers are working on it in the mean time."

Replying quickly to Tilon who I had met briefly in the past short while. Their presence had been noticed at the Meeting that the Ashina's held just after the capture of the core worlds. Like them, I had been sweeping back and forth over the galaxy multiple times in the past weeks. Trying to reach other Jedi Enclaves as asked. Helping to connect possibly the Hidden Path and the Lightsworn together, if only temporary. It was a dire time for anyone who was in the know. It made sense why Tilon was rather upfront about the situation. They seemed like an individual who was always straight to the point and didn't beat around the bush, as it were.

Looking to the Echani, clear by how they carried themselves and meeting many of them in the past, and bowing my head to them as well as the other White Haired individual. I was unsure if they were Arkanian, or albino, but did not treat them any differently. My head bowing to them as well.

"Apologies, I am Kaleleon Seleare."

My head quickly turned to the others in attendance and bowed my head to them as well. A young man with deeply black hair but seemed to be a little too professional. As if there was no emotion in their voice. I found very little coming from them by way of Empathy, but there was a node of something deeper down. I did not pry and kept those feelings away for now. What was curious was the addition of a unique looking specimen of a Turtle-like species I had never seen before. A soft smile came to my lips. It would seem natural for them to be reserved. Having a unique composition that others did not. A shell and near reptilian skin. Very different from near-humans.

"I hope my intrusion is not too great an impact. There was an asking of some to meet here at the Manor?"

Ceton | Kylass Starhaven | Tilon Quill | Thalen Dhorain

 

[Mu'awiya ben Barca]

A man in a loose, black cloak materialized from the shadows of the sanctuary's hall. The lower half of his face shrouded beneath the high-collar. His footsteps made no sound, as silent and inconspicuous as clouds drifting through a late-spring sky.

Dark eyes swept the small gathering, noting all were foreigners before the man bowed his head politely.

"Suguru Hojo."

To be here, back home; the irony did not escape him. He'd been sold off by his clan to the adepts of the white current at an early age, only to find the first answers to his questions back here where it all began.

The gathered discussed between them what more they had learned since the Fall of Coruscant and the Deep Core. A turning point so cataclysmic it had reached even the ears of his isolated order and spurred Suguru to leave their secluded sanctuary for answers and brought him here. Beyond that, he knew nothing more.

And so he asked for what pricked his ears the most, "This superweapon…" to his oblivious mind, even the word sounded foreign when uttered, "…what could it be capable of?"​

Ceton Tilon Quill Kylass Starhaven Thalen Dhorain Kaleleon

 

[Tilon Quill]

No,” Silya answered Tilon’s question, her tone direct, and inflected just like her mother's, “only what was presented to us by the Lord Ashina and others present at the meeting. The news of the darkness swallowing the deep core,” her mouth assumed a delicate line that wavered as if it should’ve been a frown; the disgust she felt was deeper still, “it was that which brought me here.”

"I have received no new information. I know that the Seers are working on it in the mean time."

"This superweapon…" to his oblivious mind, even the word sounded foreign when uttered, "…what could it be capable of?"

This was probably an area where no news was good news; specifically, nothing had detonated yet.

"The last superweapons that got used destroyed planets like Csilla and Exegol, but that was years ago out in the Unknown Regions, both of those. I'm not sure what the scope of that kind of project could be if an empire put its mind to it. There are myths about ancient tech that could tear apart solar systems or put them together in new ways. But no, most likely we're talking about a one-shot planet killer. It's a form that has a lot of history behind it, a lot of appeal to the people who build things like this."

And Atrisia was the kind of world that would have similar appeal as a target, he didn't say.

 

[Mu'awiya ben Barca]

Suguru recoiled slightly at the mention of planet-killers. Only one evil would conceive such terror and compel its use -- the Dark Side.

He loosened the clenched fists obscured by the long sleeves of the cloak. There was nothing more he could add, so he yielded to his preferred role of a listener, hoping there was more to learn.​

 

[Ceton]

His eyes were surveying the group. Ceton was a no-nonsense sort of Yinchorri. The Lightsworn were here to bring the darkness down. Ceton had fought that already, his cousin was using the Dark Side to fight against those who helped against the rescuers and the Bryn’adul. Learning the stories of the Jedi, while his people didn’t think much of them, he carried the prize for it.

The others here, were they for the same reason? He could only hope.

“Super weapon? We have us. We have our sabers. We can, and will stop the use of such a weapon. Point me in a direction.” He was not a subtle instrument. He was a blunt weapon.

And anxious to fight.

Silthe Aerin Tilon Quill Kaleleon Mu'awiya ben Barca

 

[Kylass Starhaven]

Much of the talk between the newcomers and returning members of the Lightsworn's extended cadre had shifted in grim detail to this mysterious superweapon Tilon Quill called Stardust. Kylass listened to the wider discussion after the Captain’s introduction. Things had progressed more quickly and more gravely since the fall of the Deep Core. Kylass crossed her arms so as to prop a hand to stroke her chin and jaw.

She had been so preoccupied trying to find her own center and calm in Atrisia, she had ignored the wider dangers brewing in the galaxy. The hunt for her Master’s killers had made her too introspective. She was in danger of becoming the kind of blinded Jedi she had originally come to have a strong distaste for in the Order. Kylass shook her head. This was no time to reflect, it was time to engage and make good on her promise to the Ashina to be of service.

“The Empire moves with a merciless proficiency to expand its shadow out of the Deep Core,” said Kylass, lowering her hand from her chin, and unraveling her crossed arms. “This codenamed, Stardust, superweapon, such a weapon would require vast resources and an intrepid supply chain to scour worlds for said resources,” continued Kylass look to the Captain of Balmorra’s Wake. “Have the Spacers and Wardens of the Skies come across such laden Imperial Resource Convoys? Perhaps their astronavigation can be reverse-engineered to find the cargo they haul, and in that decipher the Superweapon’s construction?”

Kylass pondered her own conjecture as it left her pale grey lips and caught herself sinking into old operative modes of discussion, just as her Master and she had done back in the days as New Jedi Order Sentinels. She flicked up her eyes from her pensive glare and tried to loosen it into a soft grin.

“My apologies, old habits you see,” said Kylass to the wider crowd that had now joined. “I speak before a proper introduction. I am Kylass Starhaven. Once I was a Jedi in the Order of the Galactic Alliance, I’ve been around enough for one human’s life-time, and have fought the Dark numerous times. But I can’t help but think the fight to come will be nothing like the struggles I have experienced.”

An Ashina Household Servant approached the group, before Kylass could finish. “Lady Henna Ashina requests your entrance to the Manor Assembly Hall, Sir and Lady Jedi,” said the Servant with a curt bow.

Kylass looked around at the crowd and clasped her hands behind her back on her waist, following the Ashina Servant into the Atrisian decorated Manor’s Assembly Hall.

Ceton Mu'awiya ben Barca Thalen Dhorain Kaleleon Silthe Aerin

 

[Tilon Quill]

The summons was probably meant to include him, but after an inhumanly long flight running refugees through the Deep Core, and no small amount of the kind of scouting Star Haven described, he was too tired for formal meetings and grand designs. The last time he'd had a serious meeting on this estate while exhausted, serious people had bloodied each other's noses. Best not to tempt fate.

"Tell Henna I'll try and fit her schedule later," he said to the household staff. "Tell her the run went well, no dead. Good to see you, Sota. You too, Dhorain. Good to meet you folks," he said around the circle, and headed back up the ramp of his ship. Diagnostics beckoned, as did shower, sleep, food...

 

[Silthe Aerin]

Silya followed along, taking in the introductions and new names, but had nothing else to add, yet, nodding when Tilon left them, and following Kylass into the manor along with anyone else that did the same.

“I can only imagine the fight to come,” she admitted to the Arkanian, “unlike you, I have yet to encounter the Dark. I only know what I’ve been told. What I have learned from mentors, and from dealing with crime.”

She paused, casting a glance around the inside of the manor; its style was still so new to her.

“But they’re all the same to me.”

Such a flat tone, but she didn’t say the word: Filth. No matter what, only the methods of dealing the force-sensitive versions of them and the challenges they presented might differ.

Ceton • Kaleleon • Kylass Starhaven • Mu'awiya ben Barca • Tilon Quill • Thalen Dhorain​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Aiden stood at the viewport as the ship began its descent, robes stirring with the hum of the repulsors. The Force wrapped around this place in quiet coils, strong yet patient, like the breath of a mountain waiting to be climbed. He felt it settle over him as the landing struts touched stone, the faint jolt grounding him as much as the Enclave's aura itself.

The ramp lowered with a hiss, spilling cool air into the hold. It carried the scent of pine, wet earth, and incense rising from the temple precincts. Aiden stepped forward, boots striking the threshold with deliberate weight, his gaze lifting to the figure that were in the distance. As he moved to catch up with them.

There were several here that he had met on occasion already and that was always a welcome sight. He bowed politely to those of Kylass Starhaven , Ceton and Tilon Quill

And as well as the others whom he didn't know. Giving them a small smile and bow as well, giving light introductions. "Greetings friends, I see the force has reached for and wide in its call, as I have felt it. My name is Aiden Porte, its a pleasure to meet you all."

He thought back to the meeting, as he stood by Lorn and took in more of what was said, the visions and what had befallen the core, that seemed so long ago. As Aiden had already conducted many trips to and from the Core worlds to rescue those that were left behind in the Imperials wrath.


Kaleleon Mu'awiya ben Barca Thalen Dhorain

 

[Henna Ashina]

As Kylass and the others made their way in side, Henna waited patiently, though beckoned Aiden when he turned up as well. The room had been cleared of furniture, replaced instead by mats and various training equipment. Garbed in Atrisian silk robes, with a satchel of datapads at her side, Henna bowed to the arkanian.

"Kylass," She greeted warmly. "I'm so glad you have finally made it. Your presence has been sorely missed. I'm afraid Inosuke has been called away to the front, however, so our reunion in earnest must wait."

"Tilon sends his apologies, Lady Ashina," Mai mentioned in Atrisian as she broke the threshold. "And wishes me to inform you that there were no casualties from his last run."

"Thank you." The seer's gaze returned to the knight as their staffer made herself scarce. She'd need to seek out Quill, but that was a matter for later. "As you can see, the work is endless. I myself have a stack of reports to get through, and was hoping to squeeze in a class today for our Jedi not deployed."

A frown drifted into feigned inspiration slowly.

"Perhaps you would be willing to help? I will observe, of course, but it would be such a great chance for me to catch up - and for you to get to know your fellows better. I'm sure you will all welcome her lessons."

A pointed glance to each of the Lightsworn indicated they had better.

Kylass Starhaven | Kaleleon | Mu'awiya ben Barca | Thalen Dhorain | Ceton | Silthe Aerin
have a good nap Tilon Quill ​