Faction Fork in the Road (THR - Jedi - Open)

[Connel Vanagor]

A Fork in the Road…
Shiraya’s Sanctuary - Starport
Naboo

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

He had just dropped off the recording he had made regarding the hidden repository he had found. Not something that he was planning, but it was necessary. This was not just a vault, but a network, they HAD to know. They being, the Jedi Order.

Heh

It was so weird for Connel to think of those words, what with the fall of the Core to the Galactic Empire and all, but he had since been fighting in and from the shadows. It felt right, it felt good, it felt necessary. He felt necessary, but soon, all too soon, all that seemed to matter was “the next fight”. It was becoming self defeating.

He was not his father, Caltin, Connel knows he will die alone, and in a fight. Maybe that is why he is pushing himself so hard “if I am going down, I am going to do as much good as I can”. Maybe that is what brought him here, not just the quest to find out the Reality, His, Reality of the Force, but the road itself. Maybe that is why he was still here.

Yeah, it’s still “Naboo”, so many “Richie Rich”s…

What is a “Richie Rich”?]

Doesn’t matter. The planet was not his favorite, but for some reason, he felt the need to stay. To do right by it, somehow. This was not the Force telling him, the Force was telling him to follow his path, but something else?

He was about to walk onto the landing pad of The Null Vector when Connel inexplicably turned around and headed back to the Temple.

Maybe they can use my help… maybe not… never hurts to ask.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
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[Kuhbee]

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Location: Naboo
Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
Tags: Connel Vanagor

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Kuhbee's paws slapped softly against the polished stone floors of the Naboo Temple, claws clicking just a little too loud for proper Jedi decorum, but he didn't care. The moment had hit him like a spark through the Force.

Familiar. Warm. Safe.

His ears perked beneath his braids and his dark eyes went wide. He knew that presence. He'd felt it on missions, in training chambers, in quiet corners of the Temple meditating.

Connel Vanagor was here.

With an excited chirr and an unmistakably happy Wookiee rumble, Kuhbee took off down the halls, robes flapping behind him as he weaved past startled Padawans and amused Knights. His long strides ate up the distance as the Force tugged him forward like a playful current, guiding him closer and closer.

He skidded around a corner, and nearly bowled Connel over in his enthusiasm. Kuhbee skidded to a stop just in time, letting out a delighted roar that echoed down the corridor, arms already lifting for an unmistakable Wookiee greeting.

It had been too long.

And for a young Jedi still learning his place in the galaxy, there were few joys greater than recognizing a friend through the Force, and getting to say hello face to face

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[Aileni Ifor Xeraic]

Location: Naboo - Shirayan Temple
Attire: Large tattered brown cloak, grey shirt
Equipment: Dathomiri Energy Bow, practice saber
Tag: Connel Vanagor

Breathing in deeply, Aileni felt the beads of sweat dripping from his brow and dropping slowly onto the ground. He had to maintain his focus as best that he could, making sure to ignore the burning sensation in his arm as he held his body up. One handed handstand was something that Aileni hadn't been able to achieve before but with his body getting stronger, more agile, things that felt unachievable were not more possible.

His other hand was reaching forward, levitating smoothed rocks and stacking them one on top of the other. It was nothing that felt complicated when Aileni had heard of the lesson but the ability to concentrate on multiple elements. It was tougher than he had initially thought. But it was also a good way to centre himself. He had been doing some combat training but had to stop as his body heated up and emotions bubbling up. So, conducting the meditative stances like this helped Aileni realigned.

Settling the final rock in place, Aileni let out a relieved sigh and dropped from the handstand in a controlled manner.

Aileni rose to his feet, grabbing a towel and wiping his face. "I still feel some of the itch but at least it has cooled down more." There was a second relieved sigh from him as he hated when things felt less in his control. Hydrating himself deeply. Grabbing the tattered brown hoodie, it was something that had gotten beaten, singed and stretched beyond belief. But Aileni kept it since the cloak was the first item of clothing he got when Aileni became a Jedi.

Exiting the training areas, Aileni figured it would be fun to check out the ports, see what ships are coming in and out. It was relaxing to see them go about their business but Aileni also thought about the way the ships were controlled and how they flew. He was still developing his piloting skills and knew how important it was as a skill to have while training as a Jedi Shadow. As he arrived, a crowd was gathering around and it seemed that an old familiar face was returning to the temple.

Aileni wandered over and saw Connel once again. Aileni shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded his head over to the Jedi Knight.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

"Anyway," Eloise began, grabbing a handful of nuts from the bag resting in her other palm and tossing them in her mouth. "Do y'all worship this Shiraya chick, or...?"

The exasperated Shirayan Jedi Master standing in front of her tried to answer as serenely as possible. "Some of us are practitioners of the faith, yes. But it is not a requirement for membership."

"So it's like going to a private college run by a religion even though you don't belong to that religion?"

"Not exactly--" The Jedi Master began, only to realize Eloise was no longer looking at her. "... Something like that."

The Padawan's attention was diverted by the sight of Connel Vanagor walking away from her down the hall. "Ayo?" Eloise murmured, shamelessly ogling the giant. "Who is that?"

"That is Jedi Knight Connel Vanagor. He is visiting from--"

"He's got a great... physique," Eloise interrupted, watching as a lil Wookiee Padawan ran over to greet him. "Good with kids too, from the looks of it. Although, the cybernetics are kinda throwing me off. Do you think it changes anything important?"

The Jedi Master thankfully did not answer.

 

[Roten]

Naboo
Tags: Connel Vanagor , Eloise Dinn , Kuhbee , Aileni Ifor Xeraic

Kiba no Shimai​

Roten grumbled as he made his way through the Sanctuary. A small towel was slung over his neck, and a cup of caf was held firmly within the grasp of his claws. He had trained like hell last night and was still quite sore. Fresh out of the shower, his fur still a little damp, Roten was off to dry himself more properly in the sun. The caf was just to wake him up. His body was rebelling against him at the moment.

Of course he had to step out to a crowd. A few were gathered around a rather tall guy. Real edgelord looking type, dressed in all black. Not that he had any room to judge. He'd need something less drab to wear eventually.

"Ayo?" Eloise murmured, shamelessly ogling the giant. "Who is that?"

"That is Jedi Knight Connel Vanagor. He is visiting from--"

"He's got a great... physique," Eloise interrupted, watching as a lil Wookiee Padawan ran over to greet him. "Good with kids too, from the looks of it. Although, the cybernetics are kinda throwing me off. Do you think it changes anything important?"

And off to the side of him a young woman was openly making the most shameless face he had ever seen on a smoothskin. He had seen the same kind of neuron activation in a Kowakian monkey-lizard that had gotten it's hands on a lighter once. It was not very flattering.

Knight Vanagor though? This was family of that real famous guy then. Roten recalled seeing the bald Jedi from a distance once, before he went and kicked it.

He had little regard for Jedi Dynasties in any case.

Roten rolled his eyes at the thirsty purple-haired woman and made his way over to a nearby railing that was out of the shade, hopping up and perching like a gargoyle. He took a sip of the black liquid in his cup and let out an exhale, trying to relax in the warmth of the morning. Or afternoon. He didn't know what time it was. All Roten cared about was soaking up a few rays and getting his fur dry.

The newly arrived celebrity could have all the attention for himself. Less to bother Roten.

 

[Resh]

Resh had only just began to explore the Naboo temple himself. He was found by the NJO, but spent much of his formative training years on the Vonnuvi. Now that he was older, it was time to branch out and reconnect with the wider Jedi network. He was on his second day of touring the facilities when he spotted a familiar head of hair from behind. Could it really be that she had come here too?

Resh wandered up to the small gathering group near the port. It seemed another Jedi was also making his arrival known, and sure enough Eloise was one of those near enough to take note. Resh stopped just behind her and the other woman she had been speaking with, just catching the tail end of the conversation. He swallowed, then mustered the courage to speak up, "Important how?" He asked, oblivious to the context. If Eloise turned around and recognized him, she would see he was much taller than last they met. Finally taller than her, in fact. His hair had grown longer, and his facial ridges more prominent. His awkward, toothy smile was more or less the same, however.

Eloise Dinn - open​

 

[Feng Huang]

Tags: Connel Vanagor Roten Resh Eloise Dinn Kuhbee Aileni Ifor Xeraic


Feng was working on her ship The Lightning Bolt. While she had painted it purple, she had also heavily modified it herself stripping away some of it's defences, to give it extra speed. She was recently wondering if that was worth it, given she never seemed to be racing it, even when she was racing. At the same time, it would be disappointing to feel the Lightning Bolt sluggish in her responses to Feng's command.

As she was working on her ship she noticed a commotion, a young wookiee padawan was greeting a Jedi coming off a pretty sweet yt model. Custom designed. Feng didn't know who the Jedi was but she loved ships, and his was sweet. Feng took off her headphones to stop listening to the track 'Lose Yourself', she had been using to drown out the noise and concentrate. It was a vintage track, but Feng had found that it helped steady her nerves hearing the artist talk about going through his own. Losing yourself in the moment, rather than constant worry.

Feng pushed her way through the crowd, not rudely, Master Wu disapproved of rudeness, just… a little eagerly.

"Hi! I'm Feng! Sweet ride! Mines the Lightning Bolt! Over there! She's an eta 2200 Jedi Interceptor, though I stripped the Flares, and the Burner Deflector Shield, swapped the 29 L ECM Package for standard Jammer. It all goes into the engines. She's rated Very High on the speed index."

Feng boasted proudly in a rush of information.

"What's your lady bird called?" Feng asked eagerly and innocently.

It was only then Feng realised she had interrupted old friends greeting one another. Feng blushed furiously and shrunk in on herself as if she could somehow will herself from being noticed.

"Oh... sorry I didn't mean to interrupt."

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Direct: Eloise Dinn Resh
Indirect: Connel Vanagor Kuhbee Roten Feng Huang Aileni Ifor Xeraic

"Padawans."

It was a greeting as much as it was a warning. Not unkind, just knowing. She raised a brow at the Shirayan Jedi Master.

The New Jedi types were a…spicier brand of Jedi.

Cora came to the temple on Naboo twice a month to teach. This was the first time she’d returned after several moon cycles, arriving with a cloth sling over her front. A sling with a baby.

"Please treat Knight Vangor - and his body - with respect."

Force, that sounded so weird to say.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A Fork in the Road…
Shiraya’s Sanctuary - Starport
Naboo

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  
  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

There were several auras that Connel could pick out among the many that were at this Temple right now, ones that he recognized…

… and one was barreling right at him.

The Wookiee boy Kuhbee stopped right in time and yelled out a jubilant expulsion of verbal energy. It was a Nudiustertian feeling of the past(“remembered it like it was yesterday”), and simpler times, but it was still a good memory. Buster was off course happily running around, he recognized the Padawan. The translation droid was trying to extoll the happiness Kuhbee was experience.

Droid, I understand Shyrook. Take the day off. It’s good to see you, kid. It had been a few years. Connel had changed a lot since then, but what changed him, should not change the younger set.

Aileni wasn’t far away, and his typical fashion, a headnod. Connel, being as sarcastic as he used to be, just nodded back. I still have more things to teach you, you have my information. Connel wanted to ensure the younger generation learned from his experiences without being weighed down by them. He hoped to guide them while allowing their growth to remain unhindered. Aileni's nod signaled understanding, and Connel felt a sense of responsibility to pass on wisdom carefully and meaningfully.

He could sense something weird… a level of infatuation. Coming from someone nearby, it was when he saw her, the pink haired one who was making eyes on him, and fawning like a heat wave. Okay.

A Bursantian? Wow, you don’t see them every day. He seemed more interested in sunning himself. Good, Connel really was not one for a lot of attention.

A Sith Pureblood was a Jedi? He had heard of this happening, the legend of Praven for one. He wondered if Father knew of him.

Then another purple haired fan pushed her way through the crowd. She seemed to be a fan… not necessarily of him, but of his ship. Um… hello…

Luckily Cora was not far away and seemed to be dispersing everyone. Connel was not looking to be mean and just push people away, but at least her being here could calm them down. Wait… that’s … another? It had been some time, but did she have another young one?

Kuhbee • Roten • @Aileni Ifor Xeriac • Eloise Dinn • Resh • Fenn Huang • Corazona von Ascania
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[Kuhbee]

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Location: Naboo
Equipment: Translation Droid | Lightsaber | Jedi Robes |
Tags: Connel Vanagor Corazona von Ascania Aileni Ifor Xeraic Feng Huang Resh Roten
Eloise Dinn

Kuhbee roared with unrestrained joy when Connel spoke. The Jedi Shadow's presence seemed to pull the room inward, his gaze sweeping over the gathered faces as he greeted a few by name, effortlessly holding everyone's attention.

Master Cora tried to restore order, but the young Wookiee was already trembling with barely contained energy. With an excited bark, Kuhbee bounded forward and wrapped Connel in a crushing embrace, lifting him a few inches off the floor before he even realized what he'd done.

He quickly set the Jedi back on his feet and ducked his head, a low, apologetic rumble escaping his chest. He risked a sideways glance, bracing for Cora's rebuke, and froze.

She was holding the baby.

Kuhbee's ears perked instantly. Forgetting his embarrassment, he straightened and rose onto his tiptoes, craning his neck to get a better look, his earlier guilt replaced by pure, awestruck curiosity

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[Eloise Dinn]

"Important how?"

A familiar voice caused Eloise to whirl around. "Resh!" she exclaimed happily, throwing her arms around him. He was taller than her now, but that didn't stop her from lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. "It's good to see you. Are you touring the Naboo Temple too?

"Uh, and to answer your question..." Eloise seemed at a loss, suddenly not wanting to tell what she had been thinking. But before she could reply, they were interrupted.

"Please treat Knight Vangor - and his body - with respect."

Eloise blinked. Was that Corazona? Holy shit. Just a couple years back the two of them had both been Padawans in the NJO. Now she had a kid strapped to her chest and was fraternizing with the High Republic. Yeah, they did seem like they would fit her vibe. Pretty, popular, privileged...

She stopped that thought process in its tracks, unwilling to keep dragging around the burden of teenage jealousy. Resh was here; with such a friend at her side, she couldn't help but be in good spirits. Still, she didn't take kindly to being scolded by a former classmate. "Are you with the Shirayan Jedi Council, or just the morality police?" she snickered.

"I have the utmost respect for the male body... in all its forms," she added, her fickle gaze already wandering toward Roten as the muscular Bursuntian passed them by, Connel all but forgotten.

Resh Corazona von Ascania Connel Vanagor​

 

[Roten]

Naboo
Tags: Corazona von Ascania , Eloise Dinn , Resh , Connel Vanagor , Kuhbee , Feng Huang , Aileni Ifor Xeraic

Kiba no Shimai​

"I have the utmost respect for the male body... in all its forms,"

"Keep your eyes to yourself," Roten told the woman, his keen hearing picking up on her implications.

He didn't shift his gaze from the pools of water that surrounded the Sanctuary, bubbling up from the underground sea of Naboo. The Bursantian took a sip of his caf before letting out an exhale. His fur was about dry now, just a little more basking he imagined.

The smoothskin would surely make his basking a little less enjoyable though. It reminded him of being surrounded by gnats in the jungle. Only this gnat had a clear lack of means to satisfy their urges. Growing up around pirates, Roten knew better than to get involved with a woman like that. They would surely be the doom of you. His mother would have been very about that kind of partner.

Perhaps there was a reason she wasn't in the mortal plane anymore.

"So what, this some kind of welcome party?" he muttered, taking note of how many people had shown up to meet this Vanagor guy. "Y'all didn't even get him a cake."

Being popular... must be a pain. Guy looked antisocial. Roten almost felt bad.

Almost.

 

[Feng Huang]

Direct: Connel Vanagor Kuhbee
Indirect: Corazona von Ascania Eloise Dinn Resh Aileni Ifor Xeraic Roten

Feng blushed and murmured.

"Sorry, maybe I should go back to my ship." Feng looked at the ground.

Then scowled at herself. She was about to become a Jedi Knight, she needed to grow with more confidence then this if she were ever going to resolve disputes, command legions in battle, report to the jedi council are otherwise resolutely defend herself and her opinions.

What if she broke down everytime there was a socially awkward situation? What kind of knight would she be then?

Feng took a deep breath. Considered the new comer. He seemed… uncomfortable. Possibly as uncomfortable as Feng was herself. Could she use that to her advantage? Bond over their mutual awkwardness. No highlighting his discomfort would only discomfort him more.

The other padawan, the Wookiee seemed friendly though? Maybe he could be engaged in social conversation?

Feng tried a little shyrriwook.

She tried to say.

"Hi! I'm Feng!"

Instead, it came out as.

"Hi! I am a Fang!"

 

[Resh]

Eloise Dinn
Corazona von Ascania - Roten - Feng Huang - Kuhbee - Aileni Ifor Xeraic - Connel Vanagor​

To Resh's surprise, his feet were suddenly off the ground as Eloise swept him into an embrace. He may have had the height advantage now, but she definitely still beat him when it came to muscle. He chuckled as she returned him to the ground, taking a moment to examine her features. She hadn't changed quite as much as he had, physically at least. Suddenly it registered how long it had been since they'd had a proper face-to-face chat.

Before he could say anything, Eloise's prior comments drew the attention of more than just Resh, and she responded in kind. In truth he believed those sharp reactions only fueled the fire further. If they would simply deny her the entertainment that came with it, she probably wouldn't be so incendiary all the time. Perhaps that contributed on some level to why she seemed to like Resh.

"I see your penchant for making enemies hasn't dissipated," He said, taking a look at the gathered group of Jedi. Most were breaking off into their own little conversations by now. Resh thought it best they do the same, "Maybe we should take our leave before you get a trip to the principal's office."

The pureblood cleared his throat awkwardly, and tried to circle back to her original question, "Anyway— Yes, I was touring the Jedi facilities here on Naboo. Thinking about continuing my training here. What brings you here?" As evidenced by those previous interactions, Eloise didn't exactly seem the type for the prim and proper Shirayans.