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[Valery Noble]

The war is over, but the work has only just begun.

In the wake of the Core Wars, the New Jedi Order has made a momentous decision: to leave Coruscant behind as its primary Temple and formally relocate to the ancient world of Tython. Among the valleys and peaks where the Jedi once began, a new Temple now stands — rebuilt from the ruins, shaped by conflict, and consecrated in hope. Here, the NJO begins to reforge its identity, closer to the Force and further from the politics of the Core.

But while the Jedi seek to reconnect with their past, the Alliance charts its future.

Chancellor Alicio Organa's speech before the Senate has set a new course in motion — one that demands accessibility, unity, and action. Efforts are now underway to map secure, efficient hyperlanes across Alliance space, linking its worlds more tightly than ever before. Among the most vital — and most elusive — is the path to the Hapes Cluster. Shrouded in the Transitory Mists and increasingly distant from the Alliance's core routes, Hapes represents both a challenge of navigation and a test of diplomacy.

From ancient stones to unexplored stars, the galaxy turns — and those who lead must move with it.

Objective I — Resettlement​

The day has come — the New Jedi Order officially settles in the rebuilt Tython Jedi Temple. Help unpack and establish quarters, bless the Temple grounds, or assist with securing the site against the wilds. For some, it's a return to tradition. For others, it's a first step into the unknown. One thing is certain: this is home now.

• Get settled in your new quarters or explore the Temple.
• Explore the area around the Temple.
• Head further into the wilds but be cautious of Flesh Raiders. With the purging of Sithspawn during earlier missions, there have been new sightings of Flesh Raiders in the Tython Wilds.
• Travel to the ruins of The Forge and secure it, so it may be used once more.
• Head to the Moon of Ashla and begin healing it from its wounds.

Objective II — Into the Mist​

The Hapes Cluster has grown quiet — distant not only politically, but physically, its ancient routes obscured by the ever-shifting Transitory Mists. Now, Alliance pathfinders, Jedi navigators, and hyperspace scouts embark on a bold initiative to reestablish safe passage into the region. Charting this route means navigating unstable space, enduring sensor blackouts, and evading whatever dangers lurk within the nebulae. But reconnecting with Hapes could restore a key link in the Alliance's unity.

• Map new hyperspace routes to the Hapes Cluster.
• Find your way through the Transitory Mist.
• Establish contact with the Hapans.

Objective III — Charting the Unknown​

Per Alicio Organa 's orders, Core Defense Fleets begin charting new hyperlanes across the Alliance. But they face more than just cosmic anomalies — the void has drawn smugglers, raiders, and mercenary warbands looking to carve out territory or gain resources amid the chaos. Join naval patrols to scout hyperspace routes, engage hostile forces, and protect vital recon operations. These lanes will be the arteries of Alliance unity — but only if they're kept clear of those who would bleed them dry.

• Map new Hyperspace routes between Alliance systems.
• Neutralize pirates and other hostile forces trying to lay claim to new routes.
• Respond to distress calls from people being trapped in now uncharted stretches of space.

Objective IV — Fallen Faction​

With the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders shattered, the SIA moves quietly into the vacuum. Agents and scouts are dispatched beyond Alliance borders to probe former Mandalorian space — to locate safe routes, establish covert listening posts, and assess the risks of future instability. But tread lightly: though the banners have fallen, scattered Mandalorian clans remain — battle-hardened, suspicious, and very much alive. One misstep could turn reconnaissance into a firefight.

• Find your way into the heart of Mandalorian Space.
• Establish listening posts and outposts.
• Gather intelligence that can help the Alliance move into this territory.

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Open to GA character or explorer characters that aren't affiliated but friendly!
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Threads mentioned:

• The Way Forward​
• Ashla Roots​
• The Hour For Action​

 

[Aris Noble]

The Forge.

Aris knew that it wasn't the same as what he'd been searching for. The same name, yes, but there were many forges throughout the Galaxy. Yet here he was, walking through the wilds of Tython to reach it. Curiosity more than duty for certain. He wanted to know if they were at all similar. From what he had learned of the one the Epicanthix used, it was Ratakan.

These ancient Jedi once fought the Infinite Empire, so, clearly there was some connection, right?

A frown settled on his face as he glanced about. The wilds here were recovering from the Sithspawn, but the idea that the Flesh Raiders had returned had him somewhat on edge. He didn't think they'd be able to harm him, not with the weaponry they employed at least, but it didn't hurt to be safe, right? Hopefully there wouldn't be any raiding parties on the way.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The chamber was quiet.

Not silent — the breeze through the open stone windows whispered softly, rustling the long drapes that framed the great circular room. But it was a different kind of quiet than Coruscant ever allowed. No speeders humming in the distance. No planetary hum of a city that never slept. Only the wind, the distant call of birds, and the low hum of the Temple's power systems beneath the marble floor.

Valery stood at the center of it all.

She wasn't seated yet. The Council chairs were new, and though her own bore the markings of the Sword of the Jedi, she hadn't quite grown used to it. The chamber itself was still settling, in ways both physical and spiritual — as if the Temple, resurrected from war and memory, was watching to see what would become of this generation's Jedi. Her gaze drifted upward to the light filtering in from the ceiling dome — pure sunlight, unfiltered by smog or politics.

This was why they came.

She could feel the Council members gathering across the Temple, preparing for what came next. But today, before the first full sessions would begin, she'd called someone else. Caltin Vanagor . Towering, steadfast, and as much a relic of the old Jedi as the world they now stood upon. But he wasn't just a monument — he was a force of will, and Valery needed that now more than ever.

"Come in," she said without raising her voice, her eyes already on the doorway.

Caltin Vanagor ​

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Moon of Ashla
Tags: Open
Lightsaber - Pequod
Leg - Anchor

Reina wasn't sure how to feel about the idea of helping to heal the Moon of Ashla. She wasn't much of a healer. If anything, she was more of a destroyer or a fighter. But she wanted to learn how to change that and how to be something better. She was meant to be a Jedi. She just had to learn exactly what that meant. Did it mean to be a fighter? A guardian? A saviour? Or something else? She had no clue herself. Maybe if she could figure out how to help heal the Moon, she could figure out how to heal the corruption in people so that she could...

No. That's a stupid thought. Stay focused on the task at hand. Breathe.

She'd have been better suited to be down on the planet, dealing with the Flesh Raiders or some other kind of threat. Her fingers were itching to go for her lightsaber but it was an itch that she had been doing her hardest to try and ignore. To bury that part of her down until she needed it. Reina had wanted to practice her tracking skills down on the planet, see if she could find where the Flesh Raiders were congregating...Not to exterminate them of course, but to make sure other Padawans and Jedi knew where to avoid. But she had given her word that she'd help heal the Moon. And her word was her bond.
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[Dean Walker]

The stars beyond the viewport were sharp and cold — a canvas of empty black broken only by the faint distortion of the shuttle's stealth screen. No escort, no transponder broadcast. Just a whisper moving into a graveyard. Dean sat near the back of the passenger cabin, body angled just enough to watch the soft glow of the nav display across from him. The route was mostly improvised — cobbled from old smuggling paths, partial astrography, and SIA predictive algorithms. No clean corridor. No guarantees.

But that was why they were going first.

Across from him sat Nos Voros, quiet for now. The two had worked together before, but he had a feeling this mission would be something else entirely for both of them. "You ever seen Mandalorian space this quiet before?" Dean asked, breaking the silence without looking away from the screen.

There was no real need for conversation — they both knew the mission: map access points into the former Neo-Crusader territories, mark any remaining infrastructure, and start planting the first seeds of forward SIA presence. Listening posts. Outposts. Lines in the dark.

But Dean had a feeling this wasn't just recon.

He glanced at the viewport again. Beyond it, a half-shattered moon drifted silently — one of many scars from a war the rest of the galaxy was already starting to forget.

He leaned forward and tapped the comm. "Approach vector confirmed. Dropping us out in sixty. Stick close once we're down." The stars began to stretch.

And then the dark got closer.

Nos Voros
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[Vera Noble]

Tython

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Tag: Everest Vale

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The leaves crunched under Vera's boots, damp with morning dew and old moss. Sunlight broke through the trees in shafts of gold, catching motes of dust and pollen in the air — beautiful, in a way that made her want to stop and breathe it in. But she didn't. Instead, she kept walking, eyes sweeping the tree line. She could feel Everest nearby, and Vera was quite excited about that.

A whole day to mess with Mom's Padawan.

She stopped, kneeling briefly to brush her fingers over an odd marking in the dirt — half-covered by fallen leaves, worn down by time, "Huh" she murmured, mostly to herself. "Wonder what this is." She stood again and glanced back at Everest. "If something jumps out of the brush and eats me, I'm blaming you."

The teasing grin softened her words, but not by much.

Truthfully, her mind was half here and half elsewhere — drawn toward the southern ridge. Toward the Forge. Her stinky brother Aris Noble was there. She scrunched her nose, "Think we'll have time to swing by the Forge?" she asked casually, thumbing a vine off her shoulder. "Wouldn't mind checking on my stinky brother. Make sure he hasn't set the whole place on fire."

The trail ahead dipped into a shallow ravine, darker beneath the trees.

"Let's clear this sector. Then we'll see."

And with that, she moved forward again.

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[Caltin Vanagor]

RELIC OF A JEDI ON A RELIC OF A WORLD
TYTHON
AKAR KESH

It had pretty much taken all day, the age of it, the age of the surroundings, but The Forge was safe back where it was originally. He did not have time to secure it though, that would come in a little bit as he had been summoned to the Temple. Perhaps it was a commendation, or something he never really concerned himself over. It would be nice for those involved and those watching, but Caltin did not take the Forge to Midvinter and back for notoriety. He did to protect history. The history of this planet. This relic of a planet. Heh, “Relic”, he was one too.

Still, it was an amazing feeling, being both a fan, and student of history to walk up the steps of the Jedi and around the spiral.

The stories that this building could tell…

The Council Room was apparently in the same place as the old, something he liked as well. It was another nod to the history of the planet, another nod to tradition. He liked the thought of it all. It would be something that Caltin would have to comment to Valery Noble on and even thank her for when they met.

"Come in,"

Opening the huge doors and walking the hallway, Caltin held back a desire to smile and admire the decor. Not that it was a Council Room or anything, but the history in general. Of course the Grandmaster knew him well enough to see right through his attempts at being stoic. The big man was practically giddy right now just being in here.

Hey there. Sorry it took me so long to get here. Putting “The package” in place took longer than I thought it would. It’s in no danger, but I did not get a chance to completely secure it yet.

Valery Noble • TAGS
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery's expression softened the moment he stepped through the doorway. Even now — with her shoulders weighed by the responsibility of leading the ORder, guiding a new generation, and making their stand on a world with a history older than most stars — she found space for a genuine smile.

She could feel the trace of giddy pride in him, even beneath the calm surface. And Force help her, it was contagious, "Don't apologize," she said, stepping forward to meet him halfway across the chamber. "I don't think there's a single Jedi on this planet who could fault you for taking your time with it." Her gaze swept briefly past him, out toward the horizon beyond the tall windows — where the peaks of Tython framed the sky like a painting.

"You've seen more of this place than most. I was going to ask what you think... of the Temple, of being back here." A pause, as her voice lowered with quiet reverence. "Of all of us returning." There was a beat of silence, the kind she allowed deliberately. Not heavy — just patient. She meant it when she asked. She wanted his perspective, his truth.

And after that, they'd talk about why she'd really called him here.

But not quite yet.

She folded her arms loosely, head tilting slightly as her eyes met his.

"So? What do you think?"

Caltin Vanagor ​

 

[Gym Halpern]

LOCATION: Orbit over Tython
TAG:

Objective III — Charting the Unknown​

The ANS Indomitable, a Courageous-class Star Destroyer, hung like a predatory bird of prey in the orbit of Tython. Its hull, a scarred testament to countless battles across the galaxy, gleamed dully under the twin suns. Inside, Captain Gym Halpern, a man whose face was a roadmap of hard-won battles and whose eyes held the unwavering steel of a seasoned warrior, paced the bridge. His boots, worn but meticulously polished, echoed on the polished durasteel floor.

Tython, a world steeped in ancient Jedi lore and now a strategic point in the ongoing conflict, held a secret Captain Halpern was determined to unearth: a new hyperlane. Existing routes were choked with traffic, vulnerable to ambush, and controlled by the ever-encroaching forces of the Sith. A new hyperlane, a shortcut through the treacherous currents of hyperspace, was crucial for the Galactic Alliance Defense Force.
Report, Halpern barked, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the ship's systems.

Lieutenant Commander Elara Vance, her dark braid neatly tucked behind her ear, responded crisply. "Sensor sweeps are complete, Captain. No significant Imperial activity detected in the designated search area. However, readings from the deep core suggest… unusual energy signatures."
Unusual how? Halpern's brow furrowed. He trusted Vance implicitly, but her cautious tone raised his hackles.
"They're… chaotic, Captain. Unlike anything we've encountered before. Almost… organic."

Halpern chewed on his gum – a nervous habit he’d never quite broken. Organic energy signatures? In hyperspace? That's unheard of.
The Indomitable's chief scientist, Dr. Aris Thorne, a wiry man with a wild shock of grey hair, chimed in. "My initial analysis suggests a possible nexus point, Captain. A convergence of hyperspace currents. But the energy readings are… unstable. Unpredictable."
Halpern knew better than to jump to conclusions. The galaxy was full of wonders and horrors, and both often overlapped. Prepare a probe. We'll send it in. Standard precautions. I want full sensor readings, and I want them live. No matter what happens. Also, put out a call to other Alliance Personnel in the area. I don’t want to be the only ones working on this, let’s coordinate.

The probe, a small, autonomous vessel equipped with advanced sensors, was launched. Its journey into the heart of the proposed hyperlane was fraught with peril. The chaotic energy signatures, manifesting as shimmering distortions in the hyperspace field, buffeted the probe relentlessly. The bridge crew watched, their faces etched with concern, as the probe's feed flickered and sputtered, its sensors sending back incomprehensible data.

Then, silence.

A collective gasp swept across the bridge. The probe had vanished.

"Captain," Vance said, her voice barely a whisper, "it's gone. No signal, no wreckage. Just… nothing."
Halpern’s jaw tightened. He knew the risks, but the loss of the probe, and potentially vital data, gnawed at him. He was a man who valued his crew above all, and he wouldn't leave a single one behind. Leaving a probe, a piece of his ship, felt like leaving one of his own.

 

[Amelia Hawthorne]

Objective IV - Fallen Faction
Tags: Dean Walker | Nos Voros

“...And I doubt I need to overstate how important it is that we capitalise on this opportunity. With the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders retreat, there is now a large swathe of space to expand our influence. To plant roots down deep throughout the system, that even should the territory be lost, our influence will remain; hidden.”

“But be cautious, while there has been no concrete evidence, there have been reports of scattered Clans remaining behind. They’ll be no less armed than they were originally, but with a significant chip on their shoulders having to bitterly retreat from territory they had claimed.”​

That had been Persephone’s message to the Agents dispatched today. SIA did not hesitate to jump at the opportunity to branch out into new space. And had sent out a number of small groups to explore and determine points of interest within the space the Mandalorians had abandoned.

Upon personal request from the Director herself, Hawthorne had been sent alongside Dean Walker and Nos Voros. The two men were more than capable of the objectives given to them, but Persephone wanted her own eyes and ears on the ground alongside them.

That’s what led the stoic Chiss to be standing within the cockpit, leaning against the bulkhead behind where the two Agents were seated. She was unmovable, even on her feet as the vessel occasionally rocked along the improvised route.

“No, and that’s what makes this all the more dangerous.” She answered, replying to Dean’s seemingly rhetorical question. “Mandalorians aren’t exactly known for being quiet.”

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Open for Paddies.

Jonyna had spent the last week working on it, but it was ready for the big reveal.

With Everest Vale 's help, Jonyna stood in front of a very old looking X-wing, having set up a small history class to teach the padawans it's significance. Even if it wasn't the real thing, Jonyna felt obligated. Farmboy had done what she couldn't, and it was only fitting to her that she honor his legacy this way.

"Padawans of the New Jedi Order, let me ask you this. Do you remember the name Luke Skywalker from your teachings?"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

RELIC OF A JEDI ON A RELIC OF A WORLD
TYTHON
AKAR KESH

He didn’t expect she would need an apology, but it was still a nice ice breaker. As she looked outward, he did as well. It was picturesque. It made him fight the smile that was creeping across his face. Caltin stood still beneath the rising light of Tython’s twin suns, the wind whispering through the high columns of the temple. His eyes swept the stonework — not with awe, but with the silent recognition of someone who had bled here, trained here, lost here.

This world… His voice was quiet, not unsure — just deliberate. ...is where it all began. For the Jedi. For me.

He placed a hand on the temple wall — not to lean, but to feel. Tython doesn’t forget. You can feel the echoes of every vow spoken, every fall taken, every stand made.

He turned slightly, the faintest breath of emotion tugging at the edge of his words.

I don’t come back here for peace. I come back because the ground remembers what it means to stand. He looked out over the landscape — vast, windswept, ancient. Then at her. All of us being back? It matters. Not because it’s the past. Because it means we’re still fighting.

He nodded slowly, jaw set. Tython called to us for a reason. Not to rebuild walls. To remind us who we are. What we swore to protect.

Then, after a long silence:

So... what do I think? His eyes, sharp and steady now, locked with hers. I think the Light remembers. And as long as we’re here — so do we.

Valery Noble • TAGS
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Rel Ahn-Dross]

Mandalorian Space​

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The Neo-Crusaders had collapsed. Whether due to internal strife or external influences they were no more. Now only the Clans, scattered to the winds again existed once more.

Mandalorian space was silent, still but not empty.

A Y'ivra-class Interdictor hangs derelict near an abandoned outpost that skirts the gravity of a small moon. An old vessel used by the Enclave of Kestri. Damaged, its life support is operational as is its gravity but most other systems are offline. Power fluctuations cause its interdiction fields to flash on and off, capable of pulling ships from hyperspace or denying them entry at random intervals.

On board, on the bridge a large figure loomed over a console and furiously attempted to reroute power to different systems despite the dying reactor.

His only companions, a team of MND Cernr-type Droids.

Open​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Objective 1 - Traveling to the Forge
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Loomi

Zaiya walked within the humid jungle, the wind ruffling her brightly hued multicolored hair as she walked, her heart alight with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The ancient ruins of Vur Tepe loomed in the distance, a relic of old, its crumbled stone and twisted metal half-buried beneath centuries of time, who knows what with the Sith occupation, and now they were going to try and see if they could reclaim it!

She had read about it in the archives, the Forge, a place of immense history and power. To her, it was the perfect challenge; a place where the past met the present, where technology and the Force could intertwine. The idea of reclaiming such a place filled her with a giddy anticipation that left her practically bouncing that she had to remind herself she had to remain calm. Even Domxite found it hilarious, the tiny droid joining her for the event. They sat perched like always at the Lovalla's shoulder, decided to forgo the satchel for now.

"I know, I know, practice keeping my emotions under control," Zaiya murmured at Domxite, adjusting the small metal bangles around her wrist, a touch of pride swelling within her chest. They were nothing special yet, but Zaiya had been tinkering with them, weaving the Force into the delicate metalwork in ways that almost felt... alive. If she could learn from the Forge's ancient secrets, perhaps she could upgrade them, make them more than just techie adornments? Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd discover how to imbue them with the Force into somethign even more useful.

But it wasn't just the mystery of the Forge that drew her in. As she scanned the faces of the other Padawans, her gaze landed on a familiar figure -- Loomi!

Zaiya's heart skipped a beat, and an infectious grin lit up her face. Despite her best efforts to keep her emotions tightly contained, a soft glow of teal flickered across her skin, betraying the joy she felt at seeing her friend. It had been so-o long since they had trained together, and now, here they were, ready to face whatever challenges Tython had in store.

"Loomi! I didn't know you had returned to Tython!" the Lovalla cried out quietly as she came up beside her, the group moving up the mountain and doing their best to be on the look out for any dangers.

 

[Razh Sho]

Objective: 1
Subobjective: Secure Forge
Tags: Aris Noble


The scent of scorched iron clung faintly to the breeze — old metal, older fire, the memory of craft lingering in the soil. Razh Sho stepped out from the treeline with the quiet certainty of a man who had no need to announce himself. His silhouette, wrapped in wind-worn robes and framed by the rising stone around them, seemed to settle into the landscape rather than cut through it. He walked with no saber drawn, but the air around him still shifted subtly, as though the Force itself took slower steps in his presence.

Ahead, he saw the tall young figure pause — silver hair catching the Tython light, shoulders tense beneath the weight of thought. Aris. The boy bore his height like armor, his focus like a question yet unanswered.

Razh's voice came low and gravelled, the kind of sound that carried not by volume, but by intent. "The Forge you seek may not be the one you expected."

He approached until he stood beside Aris, facing the same weatherworn path. "Vur Tepe. Not Ratakan, but older than most believe. The Je'daii shaped their first blades here—not to conquer, but to balance." He gestured, palm open toward the valley ahead. "This place was never about weaponry. It was about will."

He glanced sideways, eyes sharp beneath the edge of his hood. "Curious that it still calls to you." His gaze lingered — not accusatory, but aware. Razh could feel the Force wrapped tightly inside the boy, folded inward like heat banked beneath iron. Not passive, not incomplete — only waiting.

"You'll find no secrets etched in stone here. No holocrons or hidden records." He paused, "But perhaps what you bring into the fire… will come out clearer than when it went in."

Razh took one slow step toward the threshold of the ancient Forge — then stopped. The wind stirred. He turned back. "I am Master Razh Sho." He bowed his head slightly — not deep, but deliberate.

 

[Loomi]

Tython
Tags: Zaiya Ceti

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"Loomi! I didn't know you had returned to Tython!" the Lovalla cried out quietly as she came up beside her, the group moving up the mountain and doing their best to be on the look out for any dangers.

Loomi had been mindlessly walking her way towards the forge, but a call from her friend made her slow her pace and warm up a little. The Godoan seemed a bit on the tired side, but seemed to stand a little taller than she used to. A gentle smile came to her face.

"Its my first time returning," the Godoan explained. "I've... well, I needed to do something on my own for a while..."

That was a bit of an understatement. Being reunited with her mother meant she had lost time to make up for. Braze had gone with her when they went to Ord Providence for the last time and everything collapsed, the domes and all. She still thought about that elder who had sent her away as a child, Joth was his name. He was dead now, but Loomi didn't do it. She could still hear what he had said to her.

"Of course you can't kill me... Your time in the lower realm has left you weak and pathetic... Being lower than dirt suits you."

She remembered being angry. The man had removed Loomi so that her mother would be forced to stay in her caste, as it seemed that she planned to depart in order to raise her daughter elsewhere. Finally in the face of the one person she could truly blame for ruining her life and she couldn't even bring herself to act on it. It didn't wind up mattering, ultimately. The clergy's pressurized chamber failed and they all suffocated when the domes collapsed. A death of their own making, one that the lower class citizens ironically survived and escaped, the people they had been attempting to wipe out in depressurizing the domes.

Maybe that was for the better.

Since then she had been split between catching up with her mother and meditation, bettering her Mist Weaving. Perhaps it would be useful today.

"Have you and Aris Noble been okay?" she finally asked.

 

[Vreegan Fett]

The Mandalorian Crusade experienced a setback during the Planeshift Event, possibly due to the absence of centralized leadership or the Alor Council's broader perspective, which led them to conclude that they should refrain from becoming conquerors and instead adopt the role of honorable mercenaries, as outlined by the Supercommando Codex.

Mandalore was vulnerable to being seized again, either by the Galactic Alliance or another entity, though the outcome remained uncertain. Vreegan was compelled by such reflections as he extended his armored hand to grasp a biochemical vial from the table.

The mere consideration of employing this weapon made him tremble momentarily, for even the Mandalorian Field Marshal recognized that it could result in a catastrophic consequence, one that would annihilate not only his adversaries but also those of the Crusade's former citizens.

"It is preferable to die rather than allow the Alliance to gain control over the Mandalore Sector," he stated from beneath his beskar-infused helmet, as he contemplated the passage of time while his hand lingered over the holo transmission device to issue the command.

Only the most devoted and zealous members of the Crusade and their vessels were chosen for this mission, as there remained ethical concerns from the more rational clans, including Clan Kryze and even his own clan brothers and sisters.

"Attention all Mandalorian Vessels within our former space. I Field Marshal Vreegan of Clan Fett issue our final hurrah. The Crusade ends here but we shall always thrive in the ashes of our defeat. Let the galaxy tremble before us, Unleash the Candorian Blight." a press of the button was all that was needed to close the transmissions between them, leaving the Field Marshal to wade in a soft silence.

One by one the starships would spread out from the Mandalore Sector to the former regions of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders.

The End of the Mandalorian Crusade.....The Era of the Candorian Pox Begins.​

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Companion: Isari
Tag: Vera Noble

Eve crouched near the edge of the trail, one pale hand gently brushing against the broad leaf of a flowering shrub. The morning light dappled across her silver hair as she listened — not just with her ears, but with the Force. Birds. Running water. A frog, maybe. Definitely no monsters. Probably. Isari suspiciously sniffed the ground close by, silver fur glistening beneath the sunlight.

She straightened just in time to hear Vera's warning.

"If something jumps out of the brush and eats me, I'm blaming you."

Eve blinked. Slowly.

"I'll... make sure to tell your mother you went out very heroically."

The delivery was flat, the tone soft as ever, but the ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She adjusted the small satchel at her side and followed after Vera, boots sinking just slightly into the moss-soft trail. It hadn't taken long for her to realise just how fast she'd have to think to keep up with her Master's wily daughter. Their first meeting had made sure she developed that wisdom fast. Her gaze flicked toward the marking Vera had spotted in the dirt, then toward the trees.

"Think we'll have time to swing by the Forge? Wouldn't mind checking on my stinky brother. Make sure he hasn't set the whole place on fire. Let's clear this sector. Then we'll see."

A small grin came to Eve, but it soon softened into something gentler. It really would be good to see Aris again, she thought.

"Sure thing. Lead the way... but be careful of the brushes."

She fell into step behind her companion, Isari trotting quietly beside her with ears perked forward, clearly taking the 'brush monster' threat more seriously than either of them.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris blinked as he glanced towards the voice addressing him. A stranger. A stranger who seemed to know what he was thinking. His eyes narrowed faintly. Suspicion was at an all time high after the last quest on the Forge had Vera Noble 's heart stop. Had Aadihr told others? Maybe. He said nothing at first, letting his gaze drift back towards where the Forge was ahead.

The topic had changed, thankfully, to what this Forge was. Perhaps it was just an assumption.

"I don't hear a call to it or the like. .. I'm Padawan Aris. What do you mean a call? Do you hear something from it to me?"

Razh Sho

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Every time he came to Tython he couldn't help but feel he shouldn't be there. Not because of some feeling like he wasn't a Jedi or something of that nature, but because the place just felt ominous. The first time had involved so much loss that he often felt it still when he ventured there, even if he avoided getting near to the places where the death had occurred.

This time was different, though. This time he was coming with a happy baby boy and a BD droid that had a sarcastic sense of humor. Plus, they were rebuilding the temple and not going to war. For that he was grateful.

"What do you think, Kastiel? Is the temple big?" he asked as he stood outside of it and looked up.

The baby, for his part, babbled a little bit, but was mostly busy chewing on the hem of his father's robes instead of worrying about the grand nature of the building in front of him. Fate, who was walking beside him, whistled in admiration and bobbed up and down a few times as a few other Jedi walked past and waved in his direction. Caelan still didn't know how so many Jedi had come to get to know the droid without Caelan getting to know them as well, but apparently he had a way of meeting people. Probably because he didn't have to sleep!

"Well, let's go inside and see who's here and what we can get into."

They walked over and entered the temple to start walking through the halls, just to see who they could run into.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 and Kastiel | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Open to Anyone That Wants to Meet the Baby​