First Come... (Jedi /VS/ Mando)

[Orphen]

"Akaanir Narudar, Naastar Narudar"​

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The mission was simple.

Orphen had been wanting some Bes'kar for some time in order to begin a project for one of his friends, @Gwrtheryn had been a strong companion for the Jedi through several of his missions, and Orphen wanted to pay him back, so, with his friend in towe as well as another visitor whom had joined them for the ride. With his friendly cargo each sitting back in the hangar of his ship, Orphen would rocket toward the fabled capitol planet of the Mandalorians known only as Mandalore... The planet was a thriving metropolis and Orphen had been in contact with these people before, having purchased the Diamond Boron Missiles that his ship had loaded in one of its missile batteries as well as having undergone some amount of training under a Mandalorian tutor on Cathar. So, he was no stranger to their world or their ways...

Though entering this sector of space always gave him memories of his parents.

The Jedi had codes and ties to the planet, his ship was registered under Aurora Industries, asking for permission to land and pick up some supplies before scouring the holonet for old mining sites on the planets surface which may well herald, while nowhere near enough of the legendary substance to be used commercially, there may be enough for them to use for what they had intended. Granted safe passage, Orphen would begin to fly to the location, which seemed to be some miles out from a base belonging to clan Raxis. Looking back to the hold behind him, the Jedi would speak loud enough for his voice to echo through the corridors of his ship.

"We're here, just working on a landing now, once we get out there should be enough of the material here to mine it, then we can be on our way. I've always wanted to test my hand at making Mandalorian iron... I hear it's rather difficult. "

The chords escaping the young mans' lips were rife with excitement as the ship, barely considered a Corvette Class Cruiser landed within the basin of the abandoned mine, machines which had once dug trenches into the earth were long silent as debris and tools which had been savaged by the elements scattered the area. Blaster marks which dotted the land escaped the Jedi's view as it seemed the facility had either seen battle, or had been used for training sorties over the years, due to the variety of cover and terrain which composed the mostly cragy area. Twisting desert trees growing up sporadically around the area and providing shade as the only plant-life capable of sprouting from the drained soil.

With a loud hydraulic hiss, the landing ramp was lowered as Orphen walked out with his usual attire. Four holsters peppered the sides of his legs, and hips, the upper two holding each of his A-12's while the lower two carried the S-5's which were widely more useful for their grappling hooks should he ever need them. His Visor, still covering his eyes translating the mathematical world around him into a series of numbers and equations which allowed his over-active mind to relax and rest rather than attempt to deduce the mathematical components and values of everything within sight. On his left hand, the glowing gauntlet lay directly below his wrist mounted DCD, giving him a link to his ship and a means to control the 6 drones which lay compacted under his dark red long leather coat which hung open on his shoulders, each of the drones lying in parallel lines of two either side of his spine. Lastly, his light-sabers resting under his coat and slightly above his tail-bone on his belt which also connected to a light particle shield, hidden from the world.

Orphen would look more like a mercenary than a Jedi to those who saw him.

Stepping out into the world he took a breath of the fresh air and stretched high into the sky before setting his visor to analyze the earth for any trace of Bes'kar... that way, the group were able to get to work. Trace amounts of the substance were being picked up all around them, but it seemed there were some small veins not too far into the caves, under the skin f the surface our of sights reach, easily enough for the three of them.

"No time like the present right? Lets get to it... There's enough here for the three of us."

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Equipment:

• Visor.
• Drones.
• DCD
• Gauntlet
• A-12's
• S-5's
• Lightsabers
• Shield

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

Beskar. The poet tested the word on his lips finding it much to his liking. The notion of a legendary substance resonated with the romantic idealism within his soul. A resource so precious that wars has been started and brothers turned into bitter enemies in hopes of attaining it. Diamonds may be the substance of dreams but beskar was the lifeblood of sagas.

Orphen had as a token of friendship offered to take the Silver Jedi to Mandalore in order to mine for the coveted metal. Gwrtheryn begin of subterranean origin had quite a lot of experience with both mining and discovering hidden veins of metal. No doubt this in of itself would be a simple task. Though he had not mentioned it to his companions the filid wished to encounter a force of Mandalorian warriors. Upon first leaving Iego and being granted access to the libraries of the Silver Order Gwrtheryn had tried his best to learn the history of the galaxy beyond his secluded home world.

Though his main focus had been on the Jedi of whom he was now a member and their ancient enemies the Sith the Mandalorians possessed a majesty that that spoke to his primal warrior aspect. It was imperative that Gwrtheryn stayed above mindless savagery which had all to often been the bane of his race and the teachings of Ashla served that purpose well. Perhaps the warrior code that the armoured commandos followed could also serve such a purpose....

While there was little chance that Gwrtheryn would convert in the near future he did wish to test their mettle so to speak. If they possessed the courage and prowess that history attributed to them then a duel against one of their champions would make for a fine song indeed.

Relief flooded through the Maelibus's body as the ship touched down upon the craggy earth. The idea of travelling through the vast void of space with only a machine to keep him from the freezing embrace of the cosmos did not sit well. Orphen was as fine a fellow and friend as a Jedi could hope for but his technocratic ideals were somewhat worrying. Stepping from the ship Gwrtheryn rejoiced in the feeling of the ground beneath his heavy boots.

Stretching to work the kinks out of his shoulders Gwrtheryn surveyed the landscape. Standing twice the height of a human male and with considerably more bulk the golden titan shook his mane while enjoying the tingle of wind on his horns.

“Aye Orphen but I have no doubt that a smith of your calibre can eke out master-works from even the most resistant of ores.”

Though the Silver Jedi had no idea if any danger would rear its ugly head he had come prepared for trouble. Ashla's mercy the ten foot force imbued greatsword hung from the poets back along with an old blast shield that he had picked up from around Orphens ship. At his side hung the Firbolg anti Sith spawn hand cannon – the only concession he had made to Orphen technology wise.

Whatever the day may bring Gwrtheryn was ready for it.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Mandalore: Raxis Homestead.
Objective: Check out this distrubance
Allies: Any Mandos
Enemies: [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Orphen"]

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Day was breaking as Jack awoke, swinging his legs from the old bed and rubbing his eyes. He hadn't even had a chance to wake up before there was a pounding at his door. With a grunt the warrior made his way across the room and into the kitchen, still in his boxers. He pushed it open, only to be greeted by Alleria, one of the Vode that had switched to Clan Raxis.

"What the hell is this?" Jack asked, still frazzled without any stimcaf pumping through his veins.

"Sorry to wake you Buir, we got a recent landing in the old mine west of here. Locals say it's not one of ours and they're rooting around the place."

"Ok gather up who you can have them meet me here. I'll get ready an' check it out."

Jack closed the door, turning to hit the button on his stim caf machine. After a quick shower he was in the bedroom, removing his Naval Aliit'Gam from the armor rack and sliding each piece on bit by bit. the Caf machine dinged, he slid his Besk'ad into the leather holster with force and strode across the room again, boots kicking up dust.

With Caf cup in hand he emerged from the door, helmet under his left arm, and cherished stim caf canteen in his right. God the sun was bright today, hitting him like a wall of bricks. Outside in the breeze the banners of Clan Raxis danced and flickered, Red Wolves on a Black background, a symbol of the newborn Clans ferocity.

There he stood, waiting for his warriors...

 

[James Justice]

Nyx. Nice and warm and cuddly. She felt so good in his arms. He was more than glad to be holding her safe in his arms in a real bed this time instead of some creeping weird place on Nar Shadaa. Her skin felt so warm and kept him from the nightmares he had some nights. Well most nights.

Then he heard it. It wasn't a sound so much as a start by the Force for him to get up and get moving. There was danger and when he leaned over and looked at his wrist comm, the messaged showed the call of duty.

Damn.

The spacer gave his favorite ganglord a soft kiss on the back of her neck before rising, carful to not disturb his love.

Then it was time to rise to work. Gearing up. He donned his HUD contacts, beskar clan armor, vader swipe glove, phantom fingers, deathhammer armor piercing heavy blaster pistol, sonic pistol, wrist flame thrower, and his clan dagger cause--why not? Casting one more look at Nyx he went out the door, slug thrower rifle in hand as he marched to Jack. He shook the tale-tell hangover from his head as he made his way to the clan leader.

Venturing a jovial smile the spacer said, "What's up, vode?"

[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Gwrtheyrn"]
[member="Orphen"]

Gear;
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Model_434_blaster_pistol
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55905-mead-vader-swipe-glove/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/18865-phantom-fingers/

 

[Jagen Wren]

Making armaments was not just a job, it was an art, and Wren loved making art.

He had been inside the workshop-type area of the base and was busy programming items into a datapad, they were technical redoubts of the beskar'gam he was going to construct when the materials and electrical components he had ordered on the bazaar would arrive from their respective systems.

He had the Beskar-Ciridium alloy bars but he needed a material called Stygian-triprismatic Polymer, Alum, and some sheets of Durafiber, in time they would arrive.

His musings were interrupted when the comlink in his aliit'gam went off, it was a request for the warriors of Clan Raxis to rally. Wren set down his datapad then put his helmet on and jogged his way up to where the rally was supposed to be.

He arrived and saw that [member="Jack Raxis"] and [member="James Justice"] were already there, "Su cuy'gar aliit." He greeted them in the Mando'a tongue as he took a spot near supposed-Captain Justice.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Mandalore: Raxis Homestead.
Objective: Check out this distrubance
Allies: [member="James Justice"] [member="Jagen Wren"]
Enemies: [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member=Orphen]

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That was two of them, and two was enough. Jack nodded to them both, stepping down off the porch and slamming the rest of his caf, before throwing the cup into the grass. with a simple movement he grabbed his helmet in both hands, and shoved it on, sealing the locks with a hiss. One hand travelled to his Besk'ad resting on the hilt, the other to his blaster.

"We got trouble on the outskirts of the district twenty kilos from here. Mount up on the speeders, us three are gonna go check it out."

The rest of the Clan was moving to their homes and tilling the fields, completely unawares of the situation unfolding. Jack briefed them as they made their way to the barn where the bikes were kept.

"Sounds like some folks poking around an old Beskar mine. Keep it queit though, no sense in spooking the Clan."

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Location: Mandalore: Raxis Homestead (before the clan day if that okay)
Objective: Being Naive
Allies: [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Orphen"]
Enemies: [member="James Justice"] [member="Jagen Wren"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

Finding herself wondering if she had really made the right choice to come along with Orphen after finding out that the one that she would be teaching her nice in her path of her force learning. Even so she had that in the back of her mind that she wanted to come to this planet to understand more of her father side.

Now this wasn't the way she thought she would reach this planet, but then again she was here now finding herself partner up with had no way of turning back. Just hoping that this Bes'kar as she let out a longer side as she pulled her hood up around her face. To keep them from seeing how young she was hoping that they can get out before any of these warrior she had heard about and the stories of her father from her mother was to be true. Finding herself wrapping her fingers around her lightsaber then unwrap turning towards Orphen "please hurry up as something I can feel in the wind." it was one of her power she had that held.

 

[Orphen]

Mission: Speed.
Allies: [member="Freyia Whitelight"] | [member="Gwrtheyrn"]
Rivals: [member="James Justice"] | [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Jagen Wren"]


The stage was set,

Orphen listened to the comments of those with him and nodded to Freyia, she was right, as much as he thought that this would be harmless, the mandalorians had never really needed a reason for a fight. But it was Gwrtheyrn's comment which made him smile.

"Don't make be blush now."

A light laugh escaped his lips. Their entrance into the planet was, at the very least legitimate, Orphen had no clue of the events that were about to unfold, foresight was not one of his strengths as a Jedi knight, though he knew that the Mandalorians would have been protective were the source they were mining were from one of their active mines. Little more than scraps remained here, not enough for even a single small Cruiser should it all be accumulated to benefit from the status of mandalorian iron protection. Activating two of his drones from his back, the small disks fluttered to life as he began scanning the walls for any usable shoals of ore that could be used to create the material, using the heat from the blasters to chip away at the stone until the sheen of the material was revealed. Once he had an eye on it, he would draw his own lightsaber and plunge it into the side of the hill on an upward angle. The heat from the blade would burn the rock to dust though the far more dense and solid metal would begin to melt to the prolonged contact with the blade and begin to trickle down the canal he had created for the ore to exit.

"Mining materials that are light-saber resistant is so easy it hurts. No structural or nuclear damage is done to to the material because they resist the heat, you try doing this to durasteel or alusteel and you can compromise the chemical bonds that hold it together and the metal can turn to gas. I had a feeling bes'kar wouldn't... but there's not much of it here... Frey, there's another small vein just down the shaft, 12.43 meters and on the opposite side, wanna give it a go?"

He said with a smile, he knew that his Maelebus buddy didn't carry a light-saber, and he doubted the flame from his gigantic weapon would be hot enough to melt the ore, though it could very likely burn the sediment around it away. A smile crossed Orphen's face, it seemed that he was going to be able to make his own Beskar'gam like his parents before him, something which Jedi were often not afforded. But the boy had hoped for some time to get closer to his roots, to look into the culture he was robbed of before he even had a chance to truly learn about it. Mandoa was one of the few languages he was capable of remembering, having been one of the few he had been taught.

"This place had dried up for commercial use a long time ago, I doubt anyone will really care that we're here."

He said aloud to the group, hoping to quell the worries of the others...

as well as his own.

 

[Jagen Wren]

Wren opened the barn doors for them and walked in, picking one of the speeders there to mount.

"​So we've got foreigners scavenging one of the old mines? Seems like they need Beskar, but not enough to buy from our metalworkers. Whether that's the case or not, they're in that area without a permit, which is highly illegal. Let's just warn them first before we get physical though" He said to the two as he got on his chosen speeder bike and activated it after securing his own helmet magnetically.

"I'm going to go scout ahead a bit, I'll make sure to keep my comlink on, jate jate'kara" Wren said, wishing [member="Jack Raxis"] and [member="James Justice"] luck in Mando'a.

He then sped off into the distance, towards the mining site.

[member="Orphen"] [member="Freyia Whitelight"] [member="Gwrtheyrn"]

,

 

[James Justice]

James raised a gloved hand, "Jate jate'kara, mate."

He watched as his clansman sped off in the distance and shrugged, "Well, mate, me sniping ain't good for chit, but if nothing else, ye know I am one of the most persuasive tongues in the galaxy."

James chuckled as he pulled a cigarette from his belt and lit up, offering [member="Jack Raxis"] one as well. The spacer let out a few billows of smoke before he climbed on a swoop. It was small, easy to hide, and hard to spot on the horizon. Plus it was stylish and James was all about style, especially when it came with the goodies.

"There be a small hill a dozen meters or so from the mine that we can circle around to. I'll hold up there and wait for ye to give the sygnal to move in, better to keep from showing all our cards at once," he said with a knowing grin before speeding off in the distance.

He closed his Force aura in around him, tightly and gently. He had the ability to disappear in a room full of people that way, or to make them all turn their heads and pay him heed. That was more than handy on a few occasions. Settling in behind the rocky hill, he covered his swoop in a loose canopy of foliage before charging up to the precipice where he lay prone and prepared his rifle.

"Alright mates, I be in position, ready when ye are, door be all clear," he whispered in their comm. It was a beautiful day, however the ship was certainly out of place, "We do have those who are here, mates. Foreign ship alright. Dun't know on numbers."

[member="Jagen Wren"]
[member="Orphen"]
[member="Freyia Whitelight"]
[member="Gwrtheyrn"]

 

[RC 212]

Location: Mandalore: Raxis Homestead.
Objective: Check out this distrubance
Allies: [member="James Justice"] [member="Jagen Wren"]
Enemies: [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Orphen"]

Jack nodded, wishing them both luck as well and then disappeared. They all were going separate directions, swooping in to surround the situation. A few meters out he killed the engines and hoped from the bike. Noise ruined the element of surprise. Any good Raxis member knew that speed, surprise and violence of action normally won the day. Their battle doctrines were built upon it.

Continuing on foot he reached the mine, crawling on his belly near the end. There looked to be several people in there. smoke, the acrid smell of what he could only relate to melting Beskar, and voices. He swore he saw a lightsaber down there too.

"Great." He grumbled, blinking twice to get a 4x Zoom in HUD. Yes definitely intruders, and at least one Jedi by the looks of it.

Jack opened a channel through the comms, speaking directly helmet to helmet.

"Hang back a sec, but close into attack range. If this goes south, the first shot fired is your signal to move."

Then he walked down, armor clanking. One hand on his Besk'ad, another on his pistol. He was faced with a rather strange looking man, one was wielding a saber. Jedi, Confirmed.

"Oya strangers, what might you be doing here? This mine is property of the United Clan's and you are trespassers."

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

Gwrtheyrn's powers of precognition lay mostly with oracular dreams and shamanic visions. Unlike Freyia's hunches these were not something that simply happened in day to day life. However the Maelibus did posses a remarkable sense of hearing that would drive even the greatest Zeltron maestros into paroxysms of jealousy. Many had made the mistake of simply writing the denizens of Iego off as vapid beasts devoid of intellect. Little more than golden hued rancors who seemed to gather in packs.

Large and fierce as they might be anyone who had heard and understood their songs knew there was much more to the fay beings that first met the eye. Minuscule variations in pitch and tone could signify vastly different meanings , layers of songs could be weaved over each other creating many faceted symphonies and ballads and names emergent at the dawn of time could be spoken in their true form.

So it was that the approach of the Mandalorians speeder bikes could be heard with the clarity of a siren to the radiant Jedi. The poet turned his horned visage to face the newcomers taking in their appearance of their leader as he entered into the mine. The warrior stood to his lower chest and was clad in some form of mesh weave adorned with metal plates. No doubt this leader was in the prime of his life and and had been tested in the crucible of battle.

Gwrtheyrn bowed to the newcomer an archaic mannerism that seemed somehow fitting on the herculean Jedi. Returning to his regular pose the Poet addressed the commander in a voice that mixed both opera singer and cthonic spirit in equal measures.

"Greetings Lord of Mandalore, Ashla's blessing be upon you and your clan. I am Gwrtheyrn son Hyledd and once poet of the Maelibus clan Ferrum of Iego now serving the Silver Order under the guidance of my mistress Coci Heavenshield. It is not my intent to offer insult towards you or your people nor to transgress your laws. Indeed if my presence is unacceptable then I shall depart with no further protest.

However such a hasty egress seems to me to be a missed opportunity. I confess to finding myself fascinated with the philosophies and prowess displayed by the people of Mandalore. During my days in the Silver library I have read that you have won decisive victories against the Jedi, The Vong and even our great enemies the Sith. Beskar too has a great allure as it seems to possess properties that set it above even the lightsabers favored by both my silver brethren and Boga tainted enemies.

Thus it is that I propose a contest as warriors. Coming together in honorable combat we test blades and pit our mettle against each other in a test of skill. Chose an opponent and come forward in a duel. At the end whichever side has more triumphant warriors wins the day. If we prove the better combatants then you allow us to take beskar from the mines whereas if you show yourselves superior then I shall offer you immortality through song.

Warriors such as yourself must have their deeds recorded and should you prove triumphant I shall compose a saga of your lives that will rival that of any great king or Mandalore. Should you so desire I shall even accompany you on the field of battle to record your deeds so that they may be recounted truthfully as your soul departs from the body and ascends to the halls above. Your renown will live on long after the great monuments of the galaxy have turned to dust and suns have become flickering shadows of their former glorious selves.

This I promise you should you accept my proposal."

This was no idle boast. Iego and the beings that had spawned there had a strange interaction with time. Gwrtheyrn's father had been alive during the time of Emperor Palpatine while his grandfather had lived during the fledgling era of the old republic. Gwrtheyrn's great great grandfather had been alive during the days of the Rakatan Infinite empire if the songs detailing his encounter with the amphibian raiders been correct (these odes detailed the deaths and subsequent devouring of the Rakatans at the hands of Gwrtheyrn's ancestor - apparently they were delicious) .

Gwrtheyrn spared a glance towards Freyia and Orphen - they too would have to agree to such a proposal. But with a chance such as this who could refuse?

[member="Jagen Wren"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Freyia Whitelight"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Orphen]

Mission: First Contact
Allies: [member="Freyia Whitelight"] | [member="Gwrtheyrn"]
Rivals: [member="James Justice"] | [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Jagen Wren"]

Orphen felt the approach of the speeder-bikes...

The young Jedi was not attuned to the force signatures of those who came within range, his sensory abilities were castly lacking for a Jedi knight. Though his skill in Mechu Deru gave him a clear view of the machinery which entered the area, from the weapons on their person to the bikes they rode in on, he could sense them just as well as any Jedi who was a master of the extra-sensory arts. Though it didn't take anything more than common sense to dictate that a Mandalorian would not approach those who rode in on a missile assault ship alone. It seemed that Gwrtheryn was the first to approach the leader or at the very least the mouthpiece of the group which had recently approached them. The man seemed to hold a grand amount of gravitas, not to mention the fact that he came towards them without gun in hand.

A gesture which did not go unnoticed.

Orphen had dealt with the mandalorians however, and he was smart enough to know that they would have their bases covered. Just because he did not hold a weapon in his hands, it did not mean that there were not weapons already trained on the group. Switching his visor to thermal optics with but the tiniest flicker of his mind, the soil which the sniper had perched on would be penetrated effortlessly by the wave frequency the visor used to see, showing his thermal signature as a series of bright oranges yellows and reds before looking back to the man who had approached them. Orphen sheathed his saber and began moving to the group just as the Maelebus amongst the party had begun to talk... all seemed well and good before the Maelebus offered the open challenge for combat out of the blue.

not cool...

Orphen choked on air in surprise, entering a coughing fit as something went down the wrong way. Spluttering for air as he attempted to compose himself before looking up to Gwrtheyrn giving his clothing a tug as he tried to wrestle his attention, stepping forward to view the group. While the words of his comrade were well meant, and the challenge and the fight was a noble pursuit for his people, it was something that he was dragging the group of them into without really consulting the group... After a moment and being able to compose himself Orphen would look to Jack Raxis, stepping forward as he would begin to speak, the light-saber in his grip which had long since been deactivated.

"Ugh, uhm ... Gedet'ye, Ner Vod... "

Orphen apologized, hoping to salvage the talks.

"Forgive my friend here, he's heard a lot about your culture and has a slight habit of jumping the blaster when it comes to things like this. We came here looking for Bes'kar, we didn't think it was owned by anyone, but we don't have the ability to purchase Bes'kar on world and was hoping to obtain it a little more traditionally. My name's Orphen Sathariel, though I was born into house Ordo, but, please, tell your man on the hill-top we mean no harm. I'm sure we can come to some form of arrangement so that we all leave happily without the need for sights on us."

The boy Jedi hoped that reason would begin to govern here, but Gwrteyrn had already jumped the gun when it had come to a challenge. The thought of fighting these men was something that Orphen had hoped to avoid, but perhaps the Maelebus was onto something. An honor duel was something that would not spark an international event, if they fought honorably, it would also be something that might even strengthen the bonds between the Jedi and the Mandalorians. Orphen hadn't given his friend enough credit, not to mention he was curious about how the Mandalorians fought in formation. History told that it was something amazing to behold, the battle bond between brothers... Orphen felt like he had one such bond with Gwrtheyrn... But he could not speak for Freyia, he couldn't plunge one of the apprentices of his own master into a test of skill far before she was ready for it.

"Be it diplomatic... or... some form of ... wager, like my friend here proposed..."

Orphen didn't feel comfortable with saying the word challenge. Wager, came much easier to him having worked for the exchange, but he assumed the mando before him would quickly pick up on the meaning and intent.

Whatever was about to happen,

Things were going to get interesting.

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Mission: First Contact
Allies: | Gwrtheyrn [member="Orphen"]
Rivals: James Justicehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9552-james-justice/http://starwarsrp.net/user/9552-james-justice/ | Jack Raxis | Jagen Wren
Even with her eyes under her hood. Her face drained. Come along they said it would be a great time and get to know some of your fellow jedi. It had been when one of these trips her mother had been making all the time. Why shouldn't she go off planet and see the galaxy. They said nothing of meeting will now there he stood before her looking at her now all of them waiting on her answer. Young as she may be starting to come into her skills. Knowing known would know who she was under the hooded clock. That when her eyes went to him even as she waited to speak. It was a whisper like the wind that flowed around.

"I'm Whitelight but a learner in the force as those before have ways of words I do not, but what every is agree I will honor the agreement." even then she didnt' pull her hood down but left it in place only thing that was different her two hands was out of her robe and could be seen at less for now until something would happen then she would act. Doing something that would keep her in balance as she let everything around her flow into her as if this place was alive with the force gathering.

 

[Jagen Wren]

Jagen Wren sat on his speeder bike a few hundred yards away from where [member="Jack Raxis"] and [member="Orphen"] had met with his helmet HUD zoomed all the way in where he could see them.

He, like Orphen, had already used his thermal vision to spot when [member="James Justice"] was and had also spotted [member="Freyia Whitelight"] and [member="Gwrtheyrn"] were.

Wren was sitting on the speeder bike so he could easily speed over to Jack if shit went down, perhaps jumping off near him while unsheathing his Besk'ad in front of the foreigners.

This Mandalorian was no pushover.

OOC: Just to get the ball rolling again