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First Great Council (Ordo Pius Dea/New Jedi Order/Silver Jedi/Jedi Academy)

The First Great Council
[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Kira Talith"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Aleksandra Ailair"] [member="Jeela Tillian"][member="Wesley Walker"]

Terminus
The Halo Spire

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Far above the metropolis and the stacked stratum of city that lay below the upper cloud veil of Terminus was the restricted airspace of the super powerful tycoons of Terminus. Towering peaks punctured the cloud veil to be freed from the skyline of the common to the starry heavens that made their new view. Atop the highest spire was the private and well guarded Halo Spire of the Heirophant. Publicly it was listed as the residence of a Bank which was then hidden in registrations of other larger conglomerate to obscure its data. Floating down from the highest layers of Terminus' atmosphere was a lone shuttle. It dipped into the reef of spires and zigzagged across the window panes until it reached the lower docking bays of the Halo Spire.

Inside a former Miralukan Jedi Knight, draped in a long high collared white tunic with gold trim and her eyeless sockets covered by a thin silver lace with a golden thread embroidered single eye on top. This was Au'Rus Rhaeyns, first of the Serpahims of the mysterious Ordo Pius Dea. Seated beside the pilot of the shuttle the Miralukan watched the landscape through the lens of the force. In the previous months, the faithful had been called a First Communion was opened. Now with the Order established and removed from the shadows as its former self, the clandestine network of rebels known as Outer Haven, they could finally reveal themselves to their brethren.

Our force is small but strong and resolute. Au'Rus contemplated. Time will tell if the rconstitutions of our brothers and sisters of the other Orders are just as determined.

"Commander, we are ready for docking procedures." the shuttle pilot said through his mouth piece. Au'Rus nodded, resting a hand on his shoulder she let her side pilot seat and made for the unloading bay in the shuttle. As the shuttle locked into its port hatch, the hissing of mechanical panels announced Au'Rus' entrance into the lower lobby of the Halo Spire's several tiers. Soldiers plated in Pius Dea Armor saluted the Seraphim and first commander of the Legate of the Deam Host as she passed by.

Mood Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibYVY5Z7_dg​

"Hail, Sister Commander!" the soldiers recited. Au'Rus' raised her hand in a gentle wave and plead them at ease.

"Hail to you to dear Battle Brothers." Au'Rus replied. Passing the soldiers she entered a hyper lift that shot her straight up to the viewing dome of the Heirophant. The viewing dome had a reinforced window paned ceiling that looked out into the sparkling skies above. Here above the veil there was no pollution from the grime and muted grim lights of the metropolis below, here they were closest to the sublime brilliance that nature interpreted from that of the Deam, the Goddess.

Marching to the stepped platform the Heirophant was standing atop Au'Rus bent the knee and began to brief her master on the days proceeding events to come.

"Master, the representatives of the other sister Orders will arrive shortly. My shuttle's coded beckon has guided them to this location." said Au'Rus.

"I know, Seraphim." the Heirophant whispered. "I sense their presence. Like bright flames in the deep."

"They are indeed impressive. But will they listen?" Au'Rus questioned her master in sincere but critical inquiry.

"They must. If they are to survive what is to come." the Heirophant growled. Turning he motioned for his most trusted ally to rise. "We will do our best to have them understand the purpose of this gathering. The Goddess demands all of her brilliant flames' attention. Even if some of her children have been led astray by other ambitions and concerns."

"Have the guests be guided to the Convocation Hall and prepare the amphitheatre." Heirophant commanded, "Astraal should already be there with her attendants to greet the representatives." Au'Rus bowed from her upper torso and moved to rendezvous with the High Oration of the Order, the voice of the common folk who make up the Order's civilian operations and faithful congress.

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Watching his Serpahim depart, the Heirophant spun on his heels and marched back to his Grandmaster's throne to seat himself and watching the holo-projections which translated the approach of those from the New Jedi Order, Jedi Academy and Silver Jedi who had confirmed their travel to Terminus. As he thumbed the touch screen buttons embedded in his seat he pensively glared at the approaching vessels.

Galactic Republic, Galactic Alliance and the Silver Sanctum Coalition the Heirophant hissed in his mental analysis. Ever since his exile from his home world in the core and the repeated persecution of his religion by the Primeval and even by those of his lightside brothers and sisters, he had been watching them. Some for longer than others. Those of the faithful had been once apart of secret enclaves apart of the Ordo's previous existence as the mysterious Outer Haven Network. They have been watching and listening, feeding the Heirophant news of their exploits.

Groping the very end hairs of his silver bear the Heirophant closed his eyes and heaved a deep sigh. Hmm. We shall see. Won't we. He breathed another heavy exhale, as his rarely unleashed lightside powers poured from his soul and out of his flesh. A brilliant and powerful light energy felt the space around him in invisible grasps calling to the Goddess. We, shall see.


THREAD RULES
1. For now we will have this thread act like any other. Characters can announce themselves in a single thread and talk to Pius Dea characters or other Order characters for the next 20 or so posts.
2. After which I will begin the formal debate format of this First Great Council, in which the Order Heads speak on set agenda, other characters may add their commentary on the side but do not speak into the debate.
3. Following Agenda (which will be revealed in more detail) is as follows:
A. One Sith Core Threat​
B. Proposals for a Unified Coalition (only IC btw OOC nothing structurally changes)​
C. Draft Proposals for a United Offensive against One Sith and Primeval​
 
Aela stood in the small back of a shuttle.

She wore traditional Jedi robes, her hair was tied into a tight braid, and her lightsaber hung at her waist. The lines of her face seemed etched in stone, her lips were thin, her eyes set hard on the viewport that stood in front of her. The station came into view, her eyes following other craft as they made their way towards the meeting point.

There was a slight curl in her stomach, and uncomfortable feeling as though things were about to happen that were out of her control.

Grand Marshall Omai Rhen had sent her here as an envoy of the New Jedi Order, but more than that she was representing the Galactic Alliance itself. They held no worlds, controlled no massive fleet, and had no claim to greatness, yet they had been invited anyway. Perhaps it was flattery, perhaps it was a sign of things to come. Either way as he hand tightened on the small railing beside her Aela reflected on the seriousness of the situation.

She was young, only twenty two, and that bred doubt within her. Was she fit to be here? Was she fit to be a Marshall? to represent an entire government? Aela didn't feel it was so, but Master Rhen had put his trust in her, and she would be damned if she let him down. Her eyes folded closed for a moment, and a deep breath passed from her lips.

She could do this.
 

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Au'Rus Rhaeyns"]

Hello. Would you like to destroy some evil today?

Ortega had listened to those words as his hand gripped around the handle of the weapon.

Part of him had wondered if it was a sign of madness - to hear voices with no one around? Surely only madmen were afflicted with such symptoms. Yet… here the Inquisitor was instead of a home for the insane. The whispers of an Order dedicated to fighting the Darkside had reached him eventually. He wasn’t sure if he trusted these Seraphim yet, but they had accepted him within their ranks with no question.

And so he was here. Thick plates separating him from the outside world, a HUD projected in front of him and making him aware of every little, important detail and the whispering Halberd grasped between gauntleted fingers.

Today he was here to simply listen and to watch. To see what the rest of the Galaxy had to offer, and if they were prepared to fight the righteous battle, with whatever they had to give.

It would certainly be an interesting meeting.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
In the convocation hall Ailair waited along side the Ordo's hostess, Lady Astraal. Present to see and not to be seen. As a smuggler, she respected the dangers of her undercover duties. Sometimes being the anonymous one meant being the safe one. Still, old habits die hard. Ailair was dressed to the nines in surprisingly smuggler fashion. As if Empress Teta herself had demanded a Corellian outfit made from silk, silver, and glossfiber cords. Very few people would consider the word, Corellian, to mean anything less than durasteel and carbonite. Naturally, Ailair dressed to prove them wrong. Even a smuggler could have a Coruscanti's fashion sense. ...Well? As long as your not broke and in debt to a Hutt that is. Bah. Poor Chewie.

As the guests filtered in Alex smiled and nodded in Astraal's shadow. Doing her best to remember names and faces. Names and faces.
 
Mantic exited the shuttle and fell in with the republic entourage escorting @corvus raas to the meeting place.
As most jedi in the order he wore their signum traditional brown robes. While his was not dirty there were signs of his patch work on the sleeves and along the back due to himself having tried to repair his robe with needle and thread on many occations.

He was a man in his fourties but the gray streaks in his berd combined with slow walking made him look tired and older then he was. Those meeting his blue eyes would however detect an awake and vivid gaze.

He was in no position to speak for the jedi order on this occassion but he had the priveliege to attend and if need be offer advice. The grand master [member="Corvus Raaf"] herself was their representative and it gave him comfort to know that she had accepted this invitation without hesitation.
Regardless of what would come from this meeting it held good intent and thus was worthy the respect of the order.

As he entered the room he smoothed his robes and bowed to their host, @Au'Rus Rhaeyns

He nodded and greeted anyone he met during the occassion sensing both hope and new possibilities in the air.
 
[member="Au'Rus Rhaeyns"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Benedict Ortega"]

Wes Walker and twelve other Soldiers stood sentry in the convocation hall. Each one a dedicated member of Walker's Wrath. They stood in full armor legs shoulder width apart weapons in front of them the barrels pointing down. Only Wes moved around. He started by walking the perimeter of the room checking each one of them before the guests arrived. Satisfied that everything was in order Wes moved through out the crowd.

As he passed Astraal and [member="Aleksandra Ailair"] he gave them a small nod before moving on.

The only other difference between Wes and the rest of the squad was the lack of a helmet. His helmet was clipped to his belt. He would slip it on if he needed to but other than that he kept his face in full view of the guests.

As he passed by the entrance Wes gave [member="Mantic Dorn"] a polite nod before moving on his eyes always scanning. Part of him wondered who all would be here. Especially since him and the Galactic Republic had history............... a history that was not a very good one.
 
[member="Aela Talith"]

Veino lounged in one of the seats in shuttle near Aela. it was strange to be part of something bigger in situations like these. Last time he had been in a situation like this, he had represented himself. That had been a long ways back when he had thrown his blade in with the Army of Light. This new hosting organization, the Ordo Pius Dea, had a similar feel, although the religious radicalism was something new. They never had that back in the day. It would be interesting to see how open this new group would be to cross-organization ties.

As for him, he was a representative not so much of the New Jedi Order, as he had no true rank with them, but of the Jensaarai. He had discussed it with the Saarai-Kar, and she agreed Roth would be a poor ambassador in this situation. He was off somewhere flying missions for the Alliance. Veino at least had a greater reputation among the Light Sided circles and more direct experience with these things.

Aela was tense. He could feel it. And there was good reason to be. All he represented was a small Force sect on an isolated and out of the way world. Nothing really depended on his actions on their behalf. She had to represent an entirely new and relatively untested government. That would be difficult, to say the least. He sent a small mental nudge of the Force her way to give her some solace.

"The Force is our ally," Veino said after a moment, "And guides all our actions." He stretched out and adjusted his great-coat, new and clean this time, just like the rest of his clothes. His same basic spacer's clothes for this mission, but he had his Jensaarai armor in storage, in case he needed to wear his uniform the way Aela wore hers. Hopefully it would not come to that, as the armor was truly only good for open battlefields. It was too obvious for quieter missions.
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
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Jeela strode into the room not long after @Au'Rus Rhaeyns, saluting the soldiers under [member="Wesley Walker"] as she entered before darting to the side of the room. Being in the center made it too simple to be noticed. That was something that, even here, she would try to avoid. It made work later much more difficult. Harder to slip in and out of planets as a refugee or itinerant worker when she was visibly associated with a radical militant organization.

She hung back near the wall, watching as people began to filter in for the convocation. It would be interesting to see what would happen here. She had heard reports of similar such Grand Councils, but very few had accomplished anything. What would the difference be here? Perhaps because the Hierophant was in charge here, not some council. Or perhaps there was no difference. Only the Force would tell as time came around. She would have to wait and see again, as usual. Eventually, she took up a position in the corner of the room, almost like a sentinel watching everything. She most likely had no need to, with Walker's Wrath pulling security, but it gave her something to do anyways.
 

Kira Talith

Kinetic Communication at its finest my Chick-e-dee
Kira wasn't sure what to expect.

Yet such things required a personal touch of investigation. The Jedi Academy representative came to this convocation with another, her fellow professor Illlias. That at least would perhaps bring a small measure of reassurance for the Lorrdian's family, but looks could be deceiving. Even though she was small of stature, she was also the former Master of Shadows. Tiny she may be, older too, but the Jedi Master could hold her own.

Arriving at the location wasn't too difficult. Their shuttle would pull into the small docking bay with no issue. Slowly walking down the ramp, the blonde woman tucked in her hands into the folds of her robes.

"Now this would be interesting." She mused in mild amusement.
 
As Wes circled the room he noticed [member="Jeela Tillian"] in the corner doing a very good impression of a statue. An ever watchful statue but a statue none the less. He made his way over to her with a smile as he did he motioned over the Corporal to follow him. When he got to her he smiled.

"Wouldn't you like it much better if you mingled." "May even make a friend or two."

He glanced at the Corporal before looking back at her. When he did the corporal reached into a pouch and held out an earwig comm unit.

"If not at least take a comm unit so you will be on our net." "Maybe you will pick up on something a bit faster than we can."

He smiled giving her a wink before stepping away his hand going to his ear and his own comm unit. If Jeela took the comm unit she would hear the comm check Wes did as people started filtering in

"All units Radio check."

He continued to make his way around the center of the floor. He waited for things to kick off. The hyper vigilance would not subside until long after the Council ended.

[member="Au'Rus Rhaeyns"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Benedict Ortega"] [member="Aleksandra Ailair"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Kira Talith"]
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
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[member="Wesley Walker"]

Jeela gave a nod as Wesley approached and gave a brief smile. That was true. Mingling could make friends, but she was very good at friends. Had not had any in a very long time. She took the comm though and placed it in her ear.

"I'll certainly let you know," She said after a moment, listening to the radio check. She responded as well and gave him a nod. "Thank you."

She paused uncertainly and stretched out with the Force. There was a distant, vaguely familiar presence somewhere. She could not tell where, though. Or remember who it was. Someone from home, by the feel of it. Who could it be? Jensaarai nearly never left unless forced to and the Saarai-kar would not have sent someone here. She was too isolationist and reactionary. Getting involved in galactic political affairs was not her character. Had someone else been exiled and joined one of the other orders?
 

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