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[The Spark]

Jedha…

A planet that had seen the merciless Empire take a part of who it was, many years ago – for the sake of hiding their nefarious deeds. A planet which had seen the brunt of the Imperial war machine, and somehow still flourished. Transition after transition of power, she somehow still endured. She would continue to endure, much like the woman who stood infront of the massive bonfire that blossomed on the eastern ridges of New Jedha City. The moon had been Vongformed and returned to its former glory thanks to the efforts of the Yuuzhan Vong – some few hundred years prior. It would once again become a holy shrine, a sacred place for those who were attuned to the Force. A beacon flickered next to the fires, sending out an audible pulse every few moments. Each pulse was a standard holomessage that invited the individuals it was intended for to a gathering at this location.

The purpose?

To reforge the Republic and Jedi Order she loved. To re-purpose them, to tame the wild west and to heal the damage done by war. For the Jedi Order to prosper once again, as it had in the days of the Old Republic. They were considered weapons of war for far too long, losing sight of their real mission. Was that what she intended for herself? Perhaps, perhaps not. She was ensnared by the warrior spirit, never backing down in the face of adversity – Aaralyn was a different type of Jedi. It was no secret that she craved combat, and at times, actively sought it out. None of that mattered, atleast for the moment. She sought to rebuild what once was. The Galactic Alliance was handling the Core, the Silver Jedi Order was taking care of business in the Mid-Rim, but the Unknown Regions were largely uncovered.

Would it serve the purpose for them to join a union between each other and take on the masses together? Possibly, but that time was not now. It was time for something different, time for the Republic to rise from the ashes of its former self, and form into a different beast all together. The players she called forth were the type she needed to achieve such a goal – it was just a matter of time before they would arrive, and the discussions would begin. Sure, it was a bit unorthodox to charter a Republic in such a casual way, but Aaralyn was never one for the norm.

A few servant droids would move in and out of a bungalow, bringing dishes of food and jugs of drink to a set of rocks close by the fire. Pixel, her faithful BB unit, would roll around the roaring fire, trilling away in tones of amazement and awe. Aaralyn caught wind of the noise, turning to focus on the droid as it came to an abrupt halt. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, gesturing to the black and purple droid. “And what has you so excited…?”

The droid let out a large shriek noise as it rolled up to her, nudging her leg gently. “Reeeeeeeeeeep”

Aaralyn laughed again softly, leaning down to pat the rounded dome head of Pixel. “I missed you too.”

The droid beeped and softly whined as he glanced around and then back to her, tilting upright to look at her entire person. “Beep bo de bo?”

“Mira? Aton? I don’t know…” She shook her head in dismay, turning away from Pixel for a moment. “I haven’t been able to reach them, through the Force or…” She cut herself short, shaking her head again. “I am sure they are fine, or they’re not.” She nodded, a nod of confirmation, perhaps reassurance that everything was fine. Either her children prospered somewhere within the Galaxy, or they were dead and living in the Netherworld. It was sadly, as simply as that.

“Falcon on the other hand…” Another gesture followed by a soft groan. “He is a different story.” She shrugged lightly, before sitting upon a rock. Her broken husband, a man who had been through the fiery depths of Chaos. Eventually, she would have to focus some energy on him – and bring him back to his former glory. For now, he was on baby duty, watching carefully over their granddaughter until her mother could be found. Much had changed between them, the dynamic though – was the same. Aaralyn was physically different, younger and more vibrant. She crossed her long legs over one and another, hands clasping together to rest upon her lap.

For now, she would wait and hope those who she sent the beacon out to…would respond.

Falcon Rekali | Alana Sunrider | Alera Vangelis | Anora Vahn | Barrien Siegfried | Vera Tillian | Damian Starchaser | Gallil Marrake | Galtea Garn | Kaia Starchaser | NPC Treasury | Lia Tan | Han Vane | Stannis Kryze | Tarsus Gideon | William Nelson

 

[Vera Tillian]

Chioko knew every inch of New Jedha City. Every tunnel in and out of the rebuilt kyber temple, every alleyway that crisscrossed the crowded plateau, and every cave network that burrowed its way deep under the rock. He knew that a giant fire on the edge of the city was not normal and wasn't usually supposed to be built there. So, he picked his way through the city, greeting the street vendors and locals as he passed, staff clicking away on the stone. Last thing the city needed was a fire to break out.

He paused at the edge of the firelight. Of all the things he had been concerned about, this was not it. A bonfire in a bungalow was not an issue. The fire was contained and wouldn't spread, but the beacon was something else. He adjusted his earpiece comlink until it picked up the message and nodded slowly.

The Kyuzo stepped forward into the firelit circle. "You have ambitious goals, I feel, but perhaps that is what this galaxy needs." He rapped the edge of the staff on the stone and leaned against a boulder, watching the firelight flicker. "What do you have in mind?"

 

[Barrien Siegfried]

Barrien was not particularly tech savvy. In fact, he was terrible with it. Flying a ship was absokutely out of the question. Reading the holonet was a struggle but he could do it. Normally when he got messages he had to have one of the padawans help him to access them. In some respect it was embarassing, but he knew that he hadn't grown up with access to such levels of technology and as a result he could not be expected to understand what he did not take the time to learn. Technology just wasn't important enough for him to study.

It was only by pure happenstance that he found out about the pings coming out of Jedha. One of the Padawans in the library happened to have discovered it and was speaking with the head librarian about what it could mean. Barrien had inquired about what they were discussing and determined that there was a summons coming out from Jedha for those who had once served the Republic, and those who would serve it now.

He was immediately interested.

After letting Xian know he would be gone for a few days, he chartered a flight to this world of Jedha. It was a trip of decent length, but nowhere near the longest space flight he had ever made. When he arrived at New Jedha City he found it quite bustling. The place jad a certain air to it that he found pleasant. Perhaps it was the nature of the open markets, which reminded him much of home. At the very least the people seemed haply and free, which was always a good boost to the spirits.

The summons had mentioned a particular place, however, and he was forced to stop and ask for directions. Fortunately, people seemed inclined to help him. He found the building and gained entrance, but what he saw, or who, rather, made him pause. He had been there when the hangar was vented. He had felt her die, the master of his master. But here she was, and it was definitely her. A clone wouldn't have the same memories, wouldn't be caring for family in such a way. Right?

"Master Rekali?" His voice was incredulous. "But I was there when you died..."

The Spark | Vera Tillian

 

[Avadna Tekoa]

Peace was worth obtaining. Not complacency or pacifism. Not the ideal state of everyone holding hands and dismantling all tools of war; but a collective of souls that strove to establish a form of government and ensure the prosperity of all -- not just the wealthy or the strong. An obtainable peace that every living sentient could abide.

She liked to think the Confederacy shared in this ideal, but that did not mean Avadna would remain content with only the region of space they controlled. There were others that shared in this ideal. It mattered not who ruled over them, or if they formed bonds with the Confederacy -- though united she believed they would accomplish much. That people strove to make the galaxy a better place around them was enough. Slowly, one city -- one planet -- at a time they would make a difference.

After all, that's how evil thrived was it not? Conquering one people at a time. Those of peace would do the same, but with an open hand and a heart-felt word.

She had heard word of those that sought to establish a new interplanetary alliance out toward the Unknown Regions. This part of the galaxy was often left untouched whether because it was remote or did not hold the same renown as other systems, Avadna wasn't sure. Nevertheless, someone had risen there and it would be this Togruta's duty to seek them out.

Once the ship had landed, the orange skinned woman strode through the streets with her head high and green eyes taking in the surrounding area. There'd been time enough to explore before her path took her to where the fire burned.

Her steps carried her to within the light of the fire as a man seemed surprised at Aaralyn's presence. Death was something that carried a certain finality to it, and it was reasonable to be surprised when that expectation was broken. Her eyes passed over those present for a moment.

"I am Avadna Tekoa, and I am pleased to find a gathering such as this one during these trying times." Some seemed already acquainted; such may not be true when it came to the orange Torguta among them now. A smile graced her lips as she awaited acknowledgment or an introduction with the one that stood at the center of fate's currents.

Tag: The Spark | Vera Tillian | Barrien Siegfried

 

[Tarsus Gideon]

Civil War was uncivilized. The death of a young Emperor, the destruction of the War Party and the total annihilation of House Jirkanna was the result of a simple word issued by the Warlord. And yet, Surtur survived. House Atlantis always survived.

He wasn't proud of the things he had to do to ensure his family continued to grow however, he forged deals with foreign governments and allocated enough resources to field his army. But at what cost? He could not return home, and he would not trust an Empire ever again.

Imperialism brought only pain and destruction, death and sorrow. He had enough of the feuds, enough of the tiresome bickering. He was never going back to the Capital. But then came the call...the call to Jedha.

He came alone, leaving his fleet and army to themselves as he actively sought out who, or what had beckoned for him to reemerge. What he found were Jedi and apparently some type of noble.

"I am Lord Sutur of House Atlantis. Who might you all be?"

The Spark Barrien Siegfried Vera Tillian

 

[NPC Treasury]

The beacon made it's way to Kay while she was on Commenor at the estate that her son Caedyn Arenais had built. She was curled up in a chair in the back, reading one of her mystery holonovels while cradling a cup of Sapir tea. Her happy place was to lose herself completely in the stories of others, their suspenseful tales of solving mysteries and overcoming stacked odds never grew old with her, nor did they become boring. It was her escape from her depression and PTSD. It helped her to forget that she was a widow once more.

At least for a time.

But now the beacon pulled her out of that momentary peace. It called for people that once served the Republic. Kay had done so; nearly thirty years ago she once served as a Senator, back when Commenor wasn't well known. Her voice back then wasn't really heard, for although she represented a planet, it wasn't a very powerful one.

That power grew after the Republic fell. But that was a history lesson for another time.

Kay got to her feet and headed back inside so that she could pack and book a flight to Jedha. It was moreso out of curiosity than anything else. Her own little mystery to seek out.

Some time later she arrived in the capital, moving through customs with her satchel over her shoulder, keeping mindful for pickpockets and the like. Fortunately there weren't any. Everyone seemed right at home to going about their own business.

Kay followed the directions and made her way to the meeting place on foot, surprised at the bonfire, yet for some a fire meant cleansing. Fire was purity. She didn't recognize anyone nearby, yet that could be a good thing.

"Excuse me. I hope that I'm not too late."

The Spark Vera Tillian Barrien Siegfried Avadna Tekoa Tarsus Gideon

 

[Gallil Marrake]

R E B I R T H
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Gallil had been in hyperspace for some time but the detour could be quite worth it after all, the beacon had been a bit of a surprise Anora Vahn and he had really only just arrived at Coruscant before the beacon had begun its transmission. He had sat alone for a time to weigh the message, was it a trap or some misguided attempt to try to rebel against the alliance, in truth he was not certain but it was that lingering doubt that had led him to Jedha. The message spoke of returning the Jedi to an order of peace, one that would dedicate itself to the force, not war that alone interested him enough to seek it out.​

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In truth, if there was one thing he wished for Anora and her generation is that the violent and chaotic period of the galaxy would end, though that seemed unlikely perhaps the best to hope for was a tenuous peace that may endure for a time. His own thoughts would be disrupted by the ships sudden departure from hyperspace as the ship settled itself into realspace above Jedha. "Anora, strap in I am taking us down." he simply called out from the pilot's chair back over his shoulder. He would wait for confirmation from her before easing the ship down into the atmosphere, it was one of those worlds that many history books spoke of but many never had cause to tread upon.​

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The flight down was as unimpressive as one might expect desert as far as one could see and aside from sporadic homes and structures that dotted the landscape outside the city itself it was unimpressive. Why here? He truly had to wonder to himself but he presumed that answer would come soon enough. The ship began to slow as it came to hover over the starport before slowly lowering to the ground, once the automatic landing sequence had taken over fully he rose from the chair and headed for the ramp to head down and get a sense of this world. His eyes scanned around him as he reached out through the force he took a step before remembering Anora and turned back to the ship a wry smile upon his lips. "Come on Anora, they are waiting."​

TAGS: The Spark Vera Tillian Barrien Siegfried Avadna Tekoa Tarsus Gideon NPC Treasury​

 

[Luca Ioneşti]

Prior to...
Naboo: Oil and Water​

Deserts. He hated deserts and hated sand, but when the Force willed it, he tried to listen... and well, he didn't hate all deserts, just the ones with all the heat. Vandor never even came close to this, even in its warmest months, and Urley could never manage to make him appreciate the beauty of dunes, the infinity of life on the basis of one grain of sand amongst trillions... no, that felt desolate and hopeless. It made him feel tiny, and pointless. But here he was, because Jedi, because people were trying to do some gorramn good, like the Confederacy, but in a different stripe. He hadn't been planning to come here, he wouldn't plan to visit a desert on purpose, but getting wind of this gathering and feeling the urging of the Force to attend made him set aside his lack of fondness for Jedha.

Though the ambassador was also here, representing the Confederacy... with the Knights Obsidian, there were relatively few in the Lotus School compared to others. It was good to branch out and meet other Jedi, beyond those he'd made scant acquaintance with over his travels as a padawan, and the small number that inhabited Frosthall, and other locales of the Order, even if their ways might be different, but it took all stripes to uphold the light, even him. As such, shortly after Ambassador Tekoa joined the gathering, the Vandorian knight stepped up beside and just behind her; he hadn't smoked all day, and that was hard, but the heat of desert locales dulled the craving - he was too warm on the outside to be heated from within. Plus Rothe had put him up to it. Frakker.

"And I am Luca Ionești," he tipped his head, "of the Knights Obsidian, Lotus Chapter."

Off to a good start, so far, at least for him...

The Spark | Barrien Siegfried | Avadna Tekoa | Tarsus Gideon | NPC Treasury | Vera Tillian​

 

[Kestrel Dray]

J E D H A
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“Really… another sand planet?” Kestrel bemoaned when the call had come through. Between growing up on Tatooine, her mission on Thracior, and her ship exploding over the dunes of Arvala 7, Kestrel felt she’d had just about enough of sand worlds and their deserts. They always ended up spelling out trouble for her.

Immediately stepping off the now luxurious comforts of her ship, The Mesra, Kestrel felt the searing heat try to sneak in, the thick hazy air making it uncomfortable just to breathe.

At least she was prepared for it this time, and came dressed down in her environ suit with a full canister of water attached to the utility belt on her hip, right next to her lightsaber.

Ever since she decided to go down the path of a Jedi, Kestrel had done plenty of traveling; Judah Lesan had made sure to see to that before he derailed and decided to do whatever it was he did these days; but, in all of her travels and treks, Kestrel came to realize that nearly all desert worlds were fairly the same. Sandy, hot, and usually filled with unpleasant types of people.

Good thing she wasn’t there for the weather, or local entertainment. Rather, she was there because the Force beckoned, and she’d learned a long time ago the importance of answering that call. Wherever Jedi were, that's where she wanted to be.

“Says the meeting is this way,” Kestrel mused, waving a hand to Arekk who was trailing up from behind through the streets, with Kestrel keeping a fairly quick pace to try and catch up to where the others were supposedly gathering before they missed anything important.

Luca Ioneşti | The Spark | Gallil Marrake | Barrien Siegfried | NPC Treasury | Avadna Tekoa | Tarsus Gideon | Vera Tillian ​

 

[Arekk]

JEDHA, THE MID RIM​

"It's a nice change from the rainy cities." Arekk mused as he tinkered with his broken crossguard lightsaber. The thing had been kept in a box for years that it already had broken down due to a lack of maintenance, it's not like he needed it back then. Now, though? That was up for debate.

His left hand found shelter in the depths of his leather jacket as the other one held onto a cancer stick, toxic fumes evaporating into thin air as both himself and Kestrel traversed through the streets of the once holy site for pilgrims who sought spiritual guidance.

"Are you sure they'll take me back?" The fallen Jedi inquired to his friend as he caught up to her steady pace. "I doubt they will like what I did all these years."

The Jedi Order he knew fell once the One Sith ravaged the temple on Yutan decades ago, when he was nothing but a mere Padawan. Arekk had to look after himself without any guidance, a deep rooted hatred for the people he once swore to become part of had built after being left to die on Malachor V.

Perhaps the story had twisted over the years and he was wrong, who knows? It's been a long time.

All these years of wandering around and trying to find purpose could finally come to an end. A real fresh start, right here in Jedha seemed likely.

"I think it's that way now."

Kestrel Dray ​

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[Børre Drage]

J E D H A

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He felt roughly the same about desert planets as Kestrel did, but only with having been subject to Arvala 7, and finding sand in places he didn't know he had for days... just being in another sand-infested clime made him itch, but he bore it in silence. It was not in him to complain, and in the end he was thankful he hadn't been in fur when it all went down. So he trudged through the sand after the two, moreso his pink mentor, on account of other things that had happened the day the old ship met its end. He'd agreed to be party to her teachings out of necessity, but stayed more resolutely as his inklings became suspicions and morphed into something closer to truth.

"This place could use some rain," he quipped plainly, having jogged to catch up and fall into step with them, "and trees of some sort."

There was something to be said for the blessing of shade. Børre glanced sidelong at Arekk, as the more unkempt man unpacked some of his doubt. They all had some of it, for one reason or another. His doubt was how he came to be in the company of Kestrel, in the first place, that he might gain the power and will to erase its cause, and find... her. As for Arekk... if these other Jedi could not practise forgiveness, were they worth the cloth they wore? He could have perished in the harsh sun of Arvala 7, if not for Arekk's actions, as well.

"Your honest intentions will speak far more than your transgressions, Arekk," Børre interjected, "and your skills will be a boon, regardless of how you came by them."

Not that he knew much about the man. He only knew what he perceived, and understood redemption. And this was the eye he had been mentored to see with, as pack heir.

Kestrel Dray | Arekk​

 

[Charles Castex]

Location: On Jedha… New Jedha City…

Wearing: A Long White Version of his normal clothes with black flowers decorated all over it.

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-His Surgical Tools are tucked away in his cloak along

-Two Lightsaber’s Hidden Away



To say that Charles was curious was an understatement; the Admiral was always seeking answers, and as his Master had told him to do with a veiled threat… to always get stronger. Given that he simply saw the Force as only a tool it then it didn’t matter from whom he gained that strength. So long as it helped him to achieve his end goals, and as such he had followed a small lead to the planet of Jedha, and to the rebuilt city known as New Jedha. It was unusual for him to be so far away from home, but the call from the beacon… while small had been picked up by him… well at least among the many other piece of data he enjoyed searching through in order to keep himself informed. Oh this one seemed quite interesting to say the least, but it would require the usual procedures… the usual bits of caution that he brewed up when stepping into these situations. The first was making sure that some of the Zombies were in place on his shuttle, not that he felt they could do much good if this situation went south based on the details of the meeting, but that didn’t mean he was going in unprepared anyway,

”Sir we are coming up on the planet…” Charles had been mediating over the whole situation in his room and reviewing data-pads on the planet… and details on where to go when the man came in to let him know they would soon been landing. He was unusually quiet, as he simply waved the man off… the solider paused… it was unusual for the Admiral to be so dismissive of them, but with a simple salute he eventually left. It wasn't long before the shuttle was entering the atmosphere landing itself within view of the city, but a fair distance away. Standing up as the ship settled done Charles slightly under his mask as he stretched out, and walked towards the ramp as it lowered down. The desert wind outside caused his cloak to blow, the large male slipped his hood up and secured his mask, before turning back to the ship, ”Remember just like we planned I will send a communication over for Beta Alpha extraction, if things go south, but I am going to be honest… you guys will probably die in the attempt…”

The men simply laughed as the sergeant said, ”Doesn’t matter Admiral since the Major would probably kill us anyway if we came back without you.” Charles chuckled softly, the sound of it rumbled deeply with an emotionless to it that spread coldly through the air, ”Then I will try to make sure for all out sakes not to get into any trouble.” With those words he began to walk away from the craft taking his time to seek out this gathering place, given that he had never been here before the search turned into a journey in itself. Though he found himself on edge emotionally given that he knew he had to resist making sure no one remembered who he was. He could feel the slow gathering of these people already and brought his instinct to run and hide to the fore… like an animal who knew better than go around larger predators. However the invitation seemed benign enough and so he decided to be there and hope things went well… Charles constantly reminded himself why he was here…

Once he managed to find the place through a twist journey of various instructions, the big guy found that well… he had not gotten here first. In fact there were quite a few people at this gathering it seemed, and they were a bit more talkative between each other. He had to admit that something didn’t sit right with being the odd one out, and as he passed by one of the droids his fingers gently reached out of from his robe and seemingly snatched a drink to pull it close. With a quick turn away from view the beverage was gulped down all at once… he had to or else risk causing a mess. Once he had returned the drink he stepped up to a small gathering of the guest, ”Good evening ladies… gentlemen… you may call me Charles Castex.”

Giving a slight bow with a flourish the Admiral pronounced each word carefully putting a special emphasis on the first two. Charles would come up from this in a way that pulled his cloak back around himself, the hood falling slightly over his face as his dark soulless black eyes curiously examined the ground. He was looking for the typical reactions he expected from others, he dealt with enough to see it at a glance when he was off putting to someone. In the end such petty opinions would roll off his shoulder like the speak of dust they were.

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[The Spark]

Aaralyn watched as many began to gather, introducing themselves to one and another before moving on to items of discussion. She looked up from her seat, more specifically at Vera Tillian . “A wise Master once said that we should focus on the here and now, not the future.” She gestured lightly to him. “We gather and unite, then we rebuild.” She smirked as Barrien Siegfried mentioned her death. “It’s funny, no one is ever really gone – are they?” Aaralyn’s violet gaze locked in on him for a moment before her attention was drawn to the Togruta, Avadna Tekoa .

“Oh? Why would you be pleased?” Aaralyn spoke softly, her gaze shifting down to the ground before her. Her arms would cross as she looked at the newcomers, Tarsus Gideon and Gallil Marrake , inclining her head. “I am Jedi Master Aaralyn Rekali…” Her eyes diverted back down as the people continued to gather, a sigh escaped her lips as she rose up and moved before the gathering people. “Welcome..” She turned to the side, clasping her hands together. “Many of you are gathered here because you share a common vision. Each of you a purpose, or a reason as to why you are here.” Aaralyn looked to NPC Treasury , nodding to the woman. “Be it diplomatic relationships must be based on a mutual foundation of trust.” She turned to Luca Ioneşti, gesturing with a hand. “Or you are a friend who is not far off, instead is behind you – supporting you…” and finally she would rest her eyes upon Charles Castex . “Or the younger generations that will lead us to victory.”

She clasped her hands tighter, turning to face the crowd. “I invite you all to partake in Alerian chocolate, and the Coruscanti puffs – slap them on the Hutta golden cracker and enjoy a delicious treat.” Unclasping her hands, she made one final gesture. “And discuss amongst you – how you can serve the Galaxy at large…” She paused before looking back to Arekk , Kestrel Dray and Børre Drage . “And be a better part of the High Republic.” Without another word, Aaralyn moved back to her seat. She sat down slowly, crossing her legs again at the ankles – waiting in anticipation from the discussions to be hand.

~I mean, who else can say they founded a government while enjoying a treat?~​

None that she was aware of.

 

[Vera Tillian]

"Perhaps," Chioko conceded, "And yet the future is the culmination of the present. Wisdom is looking ahead and knowing what bricks to place so that the right future might be built." Others were arriving now and he leaned against a rock to watch the newcomers. Not pilgrims, exactly, but close enough, even if their pilgrimages were not the same as most.

It was all a journey. This was but another one, a journey of possibility into a hopeful future. Perhaps it was one worth accompanying. He rested his hand son the bow-staff and adjusted the tilt of his hat, listening. Many people, many of whom knew each other from the distant past. Many connections that held strong over time. That, he could respect and admire. It was good.

Shared history bound people together. It was what they were going to end up needing for what they desired to attempt. Ambitious, yes. Noble, perhaps. Difficult, most certainly. But the best things often were.

 

[NPC Treasury]

"I onced served as Senator...back in the days of the Galactic Republic. My name is Kay..." She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what family name to use. Back in the days of the GR, she was Kay Larr. But until recently she was Kay Arenais after having married Veiere. But a series of unfortunate events changed everything for her and she had reverted back to her old name. The hesitation felt like it lasted longer than she had intended, so she just kept it at that.

"I could help with that aspect of things. If you'll have me." There were many reasons that she could think of that they wouldn't want her to; her very coloured history since Commenor was put under Sith control for a time. That was a turning point in her life that began her spiral downwards. Her children have been trying to save her from her PTSD ever since.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Tag: | Gallil Marrake |

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How many times had Anora's path changed now? How many times had life been laid out before her, steady and easy enough to follow even with bumps and such along the way, just to have those paths upheaved and changed around time and time again? Admittedly, she had lost track now of the answer. So many places she has been, so many people she's known and learned from in one way or another, good or bad. People she had grown with and trusted with her life had turned to those that she no longer recognized, and the opposite had been true as well. There had been those who had sought to harm her who had become closest to her in time instead. It was a wild ride to be sure, and the journey even now was far from over.

Once again Anora found herself on a new path, with a new Master to boot - though she would never call another soul such a title again. It was not a lack of respect, it was merely due to the way things had gone in her life prior to meeting Gallil. After all, she respected him, she listed and did as she was instructed; she was a good student. She just refused to use that title for anyone, even if it had been someone else and not him to take up the mantle.

But now was not the time for such thoughts, and Nora was pulled from her reverie when she heard Gallil's voice call out to her. The brunette made a noise in her throat and did as she was told, strapping into her seat and making sure to call back that she had done as such. She braced herself for entering the atmosphere, but it was never as bad as anticipation always made her worry it would be. Bumpy, but not bad. Regardless, she couldn't have been more glad when they touched down and she was not only allowed to unstrap from her seat, but get off of the ship as well.

Truth be told, she really knew nothing about what was going on or why they were here. Information had been passed to her of course, little details of things, and ideals that sounded good to her so she had agreed to come. "I'm ready, I'm coming." Nora told him, and worked her boots onto her feet between steps as she followed. "You lead and I'll follow." As always.

 

[Octavia Donovan]

Sometimes silence was beneficial. It allowed one to listen and observe instead of asserting oneself into the conversation. Octavia was used to stealing the show, as it were; always the one to be the life of the party. Her well kept appearance and flashy jewelry tended to help in that. But today was different. Now was not the time for her to shine.

As more people seemed to have answered the call of the beacon, Octavia found it a fitting time to make herself known. A few royal guards flanked her as she stepped out of the nearby building. Yet just like her, they were dressed more casual than they would at any other time. Octavia was dressed in boring colours that matched the desert landscape. Even her earings were just plain gold and white. A headscarf was wrapped around her head, hiding most of her hair, yet some dark strands had escaped.

"Such a wide range of hopefuls here today." Her voice was soothing, yet held strength to it as well, almost commanding in tone. "If so many people with various backgrounds can find a way towork together for a common goal, then there is hope for this new Republic yet."

 

[Charles Castex]

Location: On Jedha… New Jedha City…

Wearing: A Long White Version of his normal clothes with black flowers decorated all over it.

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-His Surgical Tools are tucked away in his cloak along

-Two Lightsaber’s Hidden Away


Quietly he listened to the speech being given by Aaralyn Rekali, the large male crossing his arms as her words droned on and on. Half way through he rolled his eyes, sighing softly, his emotionless gaze staring deep into those of the Jedi. Charles cocked an eyebrow at what she said, the woman was perceptive he had to give her that much. Then again she would have to been if she planned to form a group together and lead it successfully. People did not usually get into power when they couldn’t see what was right in front of their faces, and if they did… then they would not keep it. Still whatever her title was, Charles had never been one much for the dribble of diplomats and politicians. It was why he was a military man, and found that problems were best solved with military or scientific solutions when applied as tools to reinforce the power of the state. He could sense a potential clash of his own personal ideals with those around him, which meant he would have to tread lightly. In order to gain power, be that knowledge or allies here, then it would require an open mind… to a certain degree… beyond that the illusion of an open mind would do.

Slowly the Admiral began to clap the back of one hand against the others palm, not saying anything for a moment and simply let the steady beat of the sound do his speaking for him. His soulless gaze turning to Aaralyn, ”That was an impressive speech there Master Jedi I was very moved…” Despite the cold nature of his voice, this time he allowed a bit of sarcasm to seep through the monotone nature of his speech. Shifting one hand behind his back the other ran through his long hair, head tilting curiously as he pointed a finger towards her, ”I must admit that while I have heard many political speeches just like that, you are certainly a perceptive one… or I just find myself the odd man out in a room of old friend.” Covering one his eyes Charles shook his head and chuckled slight as he added in a less serious voice, it bordered on playful, ”Don’t misunderstand I mean no insult to you, but I did that the keynote or goal you gave sounds more like a slogan than any concrete plan, but I digress as I am sure you were getting to that next.”

He stopped not wanting to take up to much time, and allow the ideas of others to flourish, oh but then the words of Kay that hesitated and faltered drew Charles dark black eyes to her like a hawk. There was such a sadness there, and if anything that timid moment of hesitation brought out the more ‘protective’ side he was well known for among his men to anyone that seemed unsure of themselves. It was just him trying to help, as he put a friendly hand on her shoulder, ”See now there is someone… straight to the point… without a façade of words. True it is more politics and diplomacy, but at least you are being specific.” Lowering himself to her eye level as he spoke, Charles would suddenly pull away as he swept his arms in both directions, ”By all means why would they not want you, someone has to beat off the bureaucrats and their fawning with a stick if any works is to be done.”

There was now a certain childlike impishness to Charles nature and words, the coldness that had been there before was gone. He was just about to continue when someone else arrived, her words changed this… the male turning and looking back over his shoulder curiously. Eyes examining Octavia suspiciously, his voice returning to that cold monotone from before, carefully pronouncing his words, it gave off an eerie effect as despite what he said… not even the hint of annoyance could be detected in his voice, ”Really now must one ruin the thunder of a good concrete idea, with another slogan that seeks to say so much, but in the end means so little and only is a tool to stir the emotions of the masses.”

The Spark NPC Treasury Octavia Donovan

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[Vanir Eris]

Kestrel’s request had come as a surprise, since he hadn’t heard from her since when they had first met. And now she had him coming to yet another dusty world and this time all to meet her. He wondered at that, why she wanted his appearance. True he had helped her and her allies keep from getting enslaved or worse, but what of it? He certainly didn’t feel like they owed him anything and he barely knew them, yet… There was that one, Børre. He hadn’t been able to find out anything about him, but were they not in a way kin?

He had been able to smell that much, this one was from a splinter clan that had once belonged to his. There were several that had split, only his blood would tell him more. He hoped the girl had brought him, maybe he would get his chance. He was dressed nicely enough, but comfortable because of the heat. The coat he wore over it looked similar to what the Jedi wore, but instead of brown, his was a grey green. Not to mention it held a number of pockets inside as well as a couple within the long sleeves.

Most of the pockets were empty, but not all of them. When the wind shifted he paused, pushing back the hood of the coat-like robe to stare down the street behind him. He saw her then and simply paused to give her time to both notice he was in sight and was waiting on her.

Kestrel Dray Børre Drage

 

[NPC Treasury]

There were many people that despised politics and politicians. Kay's late husband was one of them. He hated the fakeness in both words and behaviour, but Kay knew it for what it was; a game. All of it was a game. Only real lives were at stake. Real lives were ended either through gain or loss. It was deadly.

But it also brought hope, peace and joy. That was what Kay and Veiere had brought to dozens of worlds for over twenty years. People kept telling them that it couldn't be done and yet they had done so. And thrived.

Yet all good things had to come to an end, sadly. And now she was taking babysteps out of self isolation in a bid to try to recover from all the trauma that recent years had brought.

Kay could guess that Charles Castex was much like Veiere in regards to politics. The persona that he portrayed to everyone present was the kind that she had come across a few times in her political career.

He touched her. She didn't either flinch or stiffen, instead Kay leaned into it a little, as though she needed the support. To his remarks on why they wouldn't have her, well she could think of plenty of reasons. Her life hadn't exactly been devoid of mistakes. So she wasn't entirely confident in anyone's acceptance of her.

Octavia arrived then and her words seemed to secure Kay's perception of Charles. Her own reaction was to defend those like Octavia and The Spark . "Sometimes people need to be inspired by hope before they choose to act. The Force knows that I had lost mine and am struggling to find it again. But I offer my services in helping to forge laws and constitutions befitting that of an interplanetary government. I have not waged wars against another, but I did run a campaign against the Hutt Cartel for a time, and upended their slave trade for a while..." Of course she couldn't end slavery, she knew that. It flourished even now. Yet for the people that she had rescued, slavery was over. They all lived better lives either on her homeworld or their own. Kay's help didn't just end in freeing them. She ensured that they had education and jobs that they loved. They prospered and were the better for it.

As it should be.