Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
Yavin's burnt orange dominated the sky, too broad to feel like an orb. It didn't help that jungle and Massassi temples obscured the straight skyline, which could have accentuated the gas giant's curve. The overall effect was one of being suspended between heaven and earth, dragged down by mortality while aspiring for something higher.
She was a decade older now than she'd been an objective year or two ago, from the perspective of most who'd known her, [member="Chloe Blake"] included. She'd been places, done things, regretted some of it. Now here she was, back on Yavin Four where she'd grown up. She'd evicted the Order of the Gray, and now in the wake of their departure it was up to her, as her grandfather's agent, to clean up afterward. Even on top of the spite they'd shown by stripping everything out down to the last nail and screw, the damage they'd done to the Force in this area wouldn't be easy to correct, and her grandfather -- Field Marshal Ember Rekali, armored and masked -- had been ensconced in the former Temple of the Gray for hours now. Flow-walking to see what they'd done, the secrets and lies they'd treasured, his past-presence masked by the White Current. Applying Force Light to the places that needed it, though the Grays had done their best to erase the Dark Side nexus they'd created. He stayed out of everyone's way, though; vanished was vanished.
A nearby Mandalorian and Witch encampment, based around a Mando prefab base, held many of the Shardrock Clan, the Witch clan that Ember led. Witches, Mandalorians, ground-to-air defenses -- Yavin Four was, in its way, secure, though it would never be a highly militarized world. The jungle was too hungry, the population too sparse. Mandal Hypernautics had been given permission to build a secured fuel depot about a hundred klicks to the south, her grandfather having accepted [member="Captain Larraq"]'s request, and the Mandal Hype presence would help keep the system safe, so that was something. The subterranean Lost City of the Jedi remained hidden, fully renovated and absolutely secret save to her and Chloe Blake -- and, of course, to the retired, reclusive Field Marshal who called it home.
Yavin Four was well on its way to recovery, but to what end? Mandalorian Force-users had trained here, and Jedi long before that, and Sith cultists long before that -- but today, what did today demand?
She'd noted visitors, people summoned or invited by her grandfather. [member="Shaw McKeller"], a Jedi and Mandalorian; [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], her aunt (though they were about the same age thanks to Alec's temporal troubles) and a Jedi Master of the new Council; [member="Anija Ordo"], Ember's last and possibly greatest student; others with both Mandalorian and Jedi connections. Alec was busy coordinating the cleaning droids and the installation of the new defenses, too busy to really work on what she guessed her grandfather was up to.
Any return of the Jedi to Yavin Four would have to be small-scale. Quiet -- not secret, but harmless. The Greys' presence had left the Rekalis, and the Mandalorians in general, with a sour taste in their collective mouth. Letting anyone set up shop here, apart from the Mandalorians and Witches that Ember had already brought -- old crewers of his, members of his clan, descendants of his ancient friends -- was a recipe for complexity. If anything happened, it would be bit by bit, step by step. The Rekalis controlled Yavin Four, but even Ember Rekali, former master of Jedi Shadows though he was, trained in these temples by the Solusars and the rest of the old names -- even Ember Rekali was not inclined to give carte blanche to the Jedi, of whatever stripe they might be.
She was a decade older now than she'd been an objective year or two ago, from the perspective of most who'd known her, [member="Chloe Blake"] included. She'd been places, done things, regretted some of it. Now here she was, back on Yavin Four where she'd grown up. She'd evicted the Order of the Gray, and now in the wake of their departure it was up to her, as her grandfather's agent, to clean up afterward. Even on top of the spite they'd shown by stripping everything out down to the last nail and screw, the damage they'd done to the Force in this area wouldn't be easy to correct, and her grandfather -- Field Marshal Ember Rekali, armored and masked -- had been ensconced in the former Temple of the Gray for hours now. Flow-walking to see what they'd done, the secrets and lies they'd treasured, his past-presence masked by the White Current. Applying Force Light to the places that needed it, though the Grays had done their best to erase the Dark Side nexus they'd created. He stayed out of everyone's way, though; vanished was vanished.
A nearby Mandalorian and Witch encampment, based around a Mando prefab base, held many of the Shardrock Clan, the Witch clan that Ember led. Witches, Mandalorians, ground-to-air defenses -- Yavin Four was, in its way, secure, though it would never be a highly militarized world. The jungle was too hungry, the population too sparse. Mandal Hypernautics had been given permission to build a secured fuel depot about a hundred klicks to the south, her grandfather having accepted [member="Captain Larraq"]'s request, and the Mandal Hype presence would help keep the system safe, so that was something. The subterranean Lost City of the Jedi remained hidden, fully renovated and absolutely secret save to her and Chloe Blake -- and, of course, to the retired, reclusive Field Marshal who called it home.
Yavin Four was well on its way to recovery, but to what end? Mandalorian Force-users had trained here, and Jedi long before that, and Sith cultists long before that -- but today, what did today demand?
She'd noted visitors, people summoned or invited by her grandfather. [member="Shaw McKeller"], a Jedi and Mandalorian; [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], her aunt (though they were about the same age thanks to Alec's temporal troubles) and a Jedi Master of the new Council; [member="Anija Ordo"], Ember's last and possibly greatest student; others with both Mandalorian and Jedi connections. Alec was busy coordinating the cleaning droids and the installation of the new defenses, too busy to really work on what she guessed her grandfather was up to.
Any return of the Jedi to Yavin Four would have to be small-scale. Quiet -- not secret, but harmless. The Greys' presence had left the Rekalis, and the Mandalorians in general, with a sour taste in their collective mouth. Letting anyone set up shop here, apart from the Mandalorians and Witches that Ember had already brought -- old crewers of his, members of his clan, descendants of his ancient friends -- was a recipe for complexity. If anything happened, it would be bit by bit, step by step. The Rekalis controlled Yavin Four, but even Ember Rekali, former master of Jedi Shadows though he was, trained in these temples by the Solusars and the rest of the old names -- even Ember Rekali was not inclined to give carte blanche to the Jedi, of whatever stripe they might be.
