Populate [GA/NJO] Salt, Sun and Celebration | GA Populate of Hapes

[Valery Noble]

Valery didn't need to look to know it was him. The familiar shift in the sand beside her, the calming presence that always settled over her when he was near — it said more than words ever could. But when she did glance his way, the sight of him there, at ease, relaxed in the sun with no attempt to hide the past written into his skin — it made her heart catch for just a second.

She smiled, wide and warm, and leaned into him without hesitation, looping one arm around his. Her fingers brushed gently over a line of old scarring along his bicep — thoughtful and tender. Not tracing pain, but history. And gods, she still found him so incredibly sexy.

"I think you're about thirty seconds late," she murmured with a smirk, lips brushing just near his shoulder. "They definitely trampled over at least two sandcastles on the way here." She laughed softly, resting her head briefly against his arm, happy in the moment, the kind of peace that didn't come around often — but always felt right when it did.

A small tug at Kahlil's opposite arm drew both their attention.

Little Aurra stood there, looking very serious, her tiny brows slightly furrowed as she gave her dad a little "hmph" and nodded meaningfully toward the beach bag they'd brought with them.

Valery arched an amused brow.

Aurra nodded again, this time more emphatically, before sitting herself in the sand and crossing her arms. Valery chuckled and shook her head fondly. Aurra had picked out the best gift for Mom's birthday with her father, so she wanted nothing more than for Mom to see it.

Valery smiled at it, and gave his arm another squeeze. "I'm really glad you're here." And she meant every word, "But now I'm curious what has gotten her so serious."

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Jessikal Skea]

Corellia-Southern Shoreline
Outfit- 44th Lifeguard Officer Attire
NPC 44th Bantha Company: 44th Lifeguard Attire
TAG: Thilarii Altinova +Open

Jessikal seemingly watched the exchange between Thilarii and one of his subordinates with an amused look on her face. Soldiers ripping into each other were common. After all, your squad, platoon, or even company becomes your second family. Sometimes your only family. One of the Ariem walked by handing Jessikal a freshly made smoothie.

"Have you seen the birthday girl anywhere? It would be wrong of us to show up without giving her the gift." Jessikal asked

"I have not seen her Senator, but I will keep my eyes peeled out. I'll also ask the others to keep a look out for her." the Ariem replied

She would then walk over to Thilarii, setting down a fruit smoothie next to him, assuming he would drink something else other than his flask. Jessikal sipped her fruit smoothie calmly, adjusting her cap to continue blocking the sun from hitting her eyes. She then turned to face Thilarii, her side leaning against the bar stand. "There is no need to apologize for your soldier's behavior. She seemed harmless and clearly intoxicated. I can have one of my medics give her some water and bread to help her sober up faster."

Jessikal then tapped her chin for a bit. "The 44th and I aren't on any deployments at the moment. If you need help bringing in refugees, we can certainly help out. Give them much needed medical attention and food. Depending on what planet they are going to be residing on, I can try to speak to the Senator of that planet. It will make things much easier."

​

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Corellia
Tags: Everest Vale Tigris Colette Connel Vanagor Azurine Varek
Lightsaber - Pequod
Leg - Anchor

Reina blinked as she saw Tigris cooling off her fingers, and the red-head took the moment to gently use the Force to blow a cool breeze against Tigris' hand. It was a small thing, but Reina was always a believer that actions spoke louder than words. She couldn't bring herself to have a huge grin but her smile was soft. Like how Reina was trying to be herself. She could be thorny, but she was trying her best not to be like that today.

"I'll do my best to enjoy myself...and if you want to go spend time with Eve...Just tell me. I don't mind looking after the cooking..."

Why did saying that...hurt? Reina kept the smile on her face even as internally, it felt like she had just been stabbed with a painful emotion that she couldn't describe. It felt like her guts were getting all scrambled up. Twisted around at the thought of the pair having fun. But why? Reina was just experiencing more and more emotions that she couldn't explain...yet that thought was interrupted as a puppy came running up and Reina froze.

Reina wasn't good with animals. At not least landbased ones. She was worried about hurting them in some way but if the little guy was coming here for affection...She crouched herself down to ruffle her hand through Buster's fur. A small smile spreading across her face as Reina forgot what she was worried about just a moment ago.

"Hey there little guy...You're...cute."

What else was she meant to say to a dog? She raised her head from Buster to give Connel a thin smile and a wave. It was easier to be friendly with animals compared to people. At the same time however, that didn't mean she wasn't going to try as she pushed herself up, brushing the sand off her knees. Her eyes headed over towards the Volleyball court for a moment...and decided to maybe go over there later. She had other people to go and see. Reina could see Valery and the triplets across the beach, Azurine waving over to them...but more importantly, she saw Colette. Her Master. She hadn't known Colette for long...but before Reina knew it, she was running across the beach towards the brooding Jedi Knight.

Sure, maybe Colette was trying to meditate, or doing some kind of training...but Reina wanted Colette to see her. Not in a prideful way of "Look at how amazing I am". No. But in the way of "Look. I'm smiling. I'm not angry." It was almost like Reina was an entirely different person as she stood in front of Colette, Reina's smile turned into an honest to goodness grin. There wasn't much Reina had to say. She didn't have the words to use...but as she thought about the people who showed up, and Reina's opinion of herself...The birthday girl lowered her head for a moment in a bow towards Colette.

"I want to thank you...Colette? Master Colette?...I still don't know what you prefer but...you're one of the people who helped me believe...I deserve to be happy. That I can change. And...I think I am. Changing, that is. So...thank you. Again."

She hesitated for a moment. Reina was sure that her brooding Master was as much of a fan of hugs as Reina was. Which is to say not a big one. Reina was already starting to at least feel somewhat hugged out...so Reina just gave Colette the brighest grin she could muster. Reina was...at least somewhat happy. It might not last for long however as she went over towards the next person she had to approach. Azurine. A woman she used to resent for...no actual fault of her own. It was all blame Reina had placed onto the other woman's shoulder for no good reason. And with that, Reina strides over towards the Iridonian, her eyes settled on Azzie.

"Azurine."

Her actual name. Not a nickname. Reina had her hands balled up into fists as she walked over. It wouldn't be a surprise to most people who knew her to see her seemingly frustrated and angry. Some of them probably had figured out Reina had some kind of people with Azurine but she had never properly spoken about it. Not yet. As she stepped in front of Azzie, Reina could see the fear in the Padawan's eyes. Water. She must not have liked it. Reina glanced back towards the ocean for a moment before looking back towards Azurine...and then she did something that most who knew her would have been caught off guard. Reina threw her arms around Azurine to pull her into a hug.

"...Thank you. You didn't have to come. I...don't deserve it. I've...never been nice to you...I used to be angry. About something that wasn't your fault. But...I..."

Reina's voice trailed off for a moment as she closed her eyes, hiding her face from Azzie. It was something that had been on Reina's mind for a while. Something she had wanted to say for a long time. But she could never find the words until now.

"...I'm sorry Azurine. I don't...deserve your forgiveness. I have to work for it...but I am sorry."​

 

[Tyron Khan]

The Game: Forming Teams

Tyron had made his way towards the Volleyball nets that were set up and he was letting a little bit of his Besalisk nature kick in. The challenge and the draw of competition just a little bit. Looking at his athletic and muscular build plus having four arms and hands. He'd perhaps dominant in a few games if he were to get onto a team. Tyron wasn't a leading role model yet more of a follower for the time being since he is still a young Padawan Learner under the New Jedi Order. So, it begins his step, finding new friends away from home.

"Is there anyone wanting to have a few games? I'm looking for friends and well haven't gotten to know many in the Alliance or the Jedi Order yet properly."

There was a brief silence that came with the fresh and light cool breeze around Tyron. He was uncertain about his stance with those he share this space with. Who would be open and welcome him to a social group that he can grow with. He did spot Valery Noble and Jonyna Si conversing with one another, two Jedi Masters that he learned some combat but he'd dislike being a burden in seeing Valery with her family and friends. It has been quite a lonesome time for Tyron and not having heard from his master Mak Manto in a long time did bother him. His studies and training seemed to have came to a halt.

"Maybe I don't belong here. Probably better off back home. Working on the fields in the farm and just be a simpleton rather than a Jedi or some Republic hero. Who was I kidding guess coming to the Jedi Order was a mistake."

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Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Mak Manto
TAGS - Connel Vanagor + OPEN

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A RARE day off.
Corellia
Gold Beaches

Noticing Tigris watching Buster run around made Connel smile. He was still a little shy and awkward socially, and his little buddy always seemed to put that at ease. When Reina Daival react the way she did, he could see that he was not the only one who reacted better around animals than he did around people. Nothing wrong with that at all. Mouthing a sincere “Happy Birthday” to her once she looked up (before she ran off) he looked around and saw a Besalisk over by the odd looking nets. What was it called? “Vahleebahl”? Anyway, something about… oh wait he recognized the guy from Father’s campfire chats… heh chats… more like him being almost the only one telling stories save a select few… oh well…

Anyway, the guy looked like he needed a friend, or at least someone to talk to. So, why not? Buster. Want up? Looking up and excited, Buster hopped up and down until Connel picked him up and they walked over to the courts. Just in time to here the Padawan’s soliloquoy.

I felt the same way you did… and I was Knighted before I came here. Felt like I couldn’t make any friends, I couldn’t talk to anybody. I felt like I didn’t measure up. I’m not saying I know exactly what you are going through, but I get it. Putting Buster down, just in time for Caltin and Cooper to come up, taking Buster playfully with them, Connel gave his dad an appreciative look.

Want to show me how to play this? He didn’t know what it was called, but was a quick study and saw some playing previously. He had an idea.

Tyron Khan • ARE • WIDE • OPEN​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr arrived beside Azurine without fanfare — no wave, no words, no smile. Just the sound of sand shifting beneath his boots and the low hum of the beach washing over him.

She didn’t look at him. She didn’t have to. Their arms brushed lightly together, and he felt the pressure in her body shift — not quite release, but realign. She was holding it together by instinct, grit, and muscle memory. His presence was a counterweight.

And so he remained.

Her quip about Reina and Eve broke the silence between them like a sunbeam through sea-mist, and Aadihr tilted his head just slightly.

A gust of sea breeze tugged gently at the blindfold over his eyes. He inhaled deeply — salt, smoke, sizzling vegetables, and laughter. In the past it would have made him anxious. Instead, it just felt... warm. And strange. And good.

Aris’s voice reached them next, lighthearted and teasing. Aadihr didn’t comment, though his hand lightly brushed Azurine’s — not to restrain or redirect her, but as a reminder: you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone.

Then came Eve.

A rush of light and heat and affection, thrown around him in the form of a hug that hit before he could prepare for it. His posture stiffened — not from discomfort, but pure surprise. He wasn't used to anyone who threw themselves into his arms like that, even Azzie herself.

He didn’t know what to do with it.

So, he didn’t overthink. He just let himself receive it — one arm lifting halfway to return the embrace. Warmth radiated off her like sunlight. Her joy was contagious.

“You’re lighter than you look,” he said with an eyeless smirk, hoping the teasing landed as Intended.

And then... Reina.

He didn’t move as she approached Azzie — didn’t intrude. Just stood by, a silent observer as the birthday girl delivered a heartfelt apology that sounded years overdue. When Reina pulled Azzie into that hug — tight, raw, trembling — he felt Azurine tense against him… and then ease into it.

He lowered his head slightly. Said nothing. But his presence lingered like a lighthouse on still seas.

He'd never truly spoken to Reina since Keshi, Jedha, Tython. Her aura seemed to carry some unspoken weight, that she put on a brace face. Aadihr couldn't—and wouldn't—pry further than that unless it was something Reina desired to share.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Aadihr let the moment settle around him like a blanket instead of a burden.

No battle. No mission. Just people healing.

He exhaled slowly and turned his head toward Azurine, his voice low.

“I’m glad we came.”

Azurine Varek Aris Noble Everest Vale Brander (?)​

 

[Thilarii Altinova]

Skea & Nova​

Corellia – Southern Shoreline- Able Platoon
The music!
Jessikal Skea + Open!

Thilarii cleared the way for the Seantor to rest herself next to him, taking hold of the smoothie offered with a polite nod and mouthed 'thank you.' After adjusting the guitar to rest back flat against the sand he brought the straw to part ways, taking a mighty long sip from that ice cold refreshment. Satisfied with the taste the captain exhaled oh so carelessly, motioning down to the spot next to him for her to rest. The smile never faded from sight even as he delivered sour news.

"Sadly I won't be able to provide exact details until we're on route, you know how commando missions are."

With a quick fix of his jacket and elbows planted against cloth, Thilarii brought himself to lay in the shade only half raised by that point. His gaze wandered beyond Jessikal toward those of their respective units, and behind to the drunken commando being carried off.

"I reckon they'll be okay. Run 'em hard out in the canvas, deserve their one time to relax." A lowly exhale escaped the captain as he soon confessed another problem. "Of course, that means the rest of Able are soon to make my life hell. They caught on quick those who take it too far get saddled with command. I suspect the lot of them are going to try and bail her out."

The captain brought a shift of the belt resting upon his waist and the blaster which dug into his side at the angle his sat. Soon he extended his hand in offering. "I don't believe we've properly met, you and I. Thilarii Altinova, Captain of the 139th." ​

 

[Fluppy]

And my profile picture is the most Star Wars out of all of yours

GONK GONK

 

[Nos Voros]

​

Outfit: Morale Control Beach Deployment

Utility Strap Loadout:

Spoiler: Minimalist Field Kit

* Legion Combat Pistol Mark I (micro-holstered, gripless frame)

• 1x blaster power pack (flat cell)
• Mono-wire Garrote (hidden in wristband)
• Folded datapad (micro-flex screen)
• 2x mini-stim tabs
• Microcomlink (wired to wristband)

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad | Morale Control Beach Deployment

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
(Under protest. Still armed.)

Fire Team Alpha — “Alpha Splash Unit”

• Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)
  – Wears mirrored aviators unironically. Claimed volleyball court command 3 minutes after landing. Has a strategic towel deployment zone mapped out.
• Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)
  – Has a waterproof medkit. Is already reapplying sunscreen for the 4th time. Brought electrolyte packs. No one else remembered to hydrate.
• Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)
  – Currently dual-wielding grilled nerfburgers. Plays volleyball like he’s breaching a bunker. Shirt’s been off since the shuttle landed.
• Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)
  – Folded his beach towel with military precision. Requested a rulebook for beach volleyball. Assigned to clipboard duty for morale tracking.

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Fire Team Bravo — “Bravo Wavebreaker Team”

• Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)
  – Organized beach volleyball brackets before breakfast. Refuses to wear flip-flops. Is the loudest cheerer and tactical trash-talker.
• Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)
  – Built a sand sniper nest “for the bit.” Brings peacekeeper energy. Hasn’t spoken in 20 minutes but is winning at every lawn game.
• Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)
  – Dug a sand pit large enough to hide a speeder. Keeps trying to spike the volleyball like it’s a thermal detonator. Shirt says: ‘Explosions are just loud hugs.’
• Private Cass Deren (Duros male)
  – Wears floral swim trunks. Already challenged half the squad to beachball duels. Mixed everyone’s drinks without labeling them. Chaos incarnate.

"Is there anyone wanting to have a few games? I'm looking for friends and well haven't gotten to know many in the Alliance or the Jedi Order yet properly."

The mood shifted again. Subtle. Deeper.

A young Besalisk stood nearby—tall, broad-shouldered, clearly strong. But it wasn’t his arms that caught Rubrus’s attention. It was the way he held them: like he wasn’t sure whether to raise a hand or walk away. Hesitant. Alone.

Before the moment could stretch too long:

"You’re up, Rookie!" Jil called with an easy grin. "We could use the extra arms. Bravo just lost their intimidation factor."

"Speak for yourself," Bex grunted, flexing.

"Don’t mind them," Vesik said, waving Tyron in. "Anyone with a good serve and a worse sense of timing fits in fine."

"Come on," Drax added. "We’re only lethal off-duty by accident."

Cass tilted his sunglasses up and nodded toward Connel Vanagor
"You bringing the tall guy too? Jedi get a two-for-one discount today."

"Let them play," Rann said quietly. "They need it."

The net was reset. Bravo adjusted. Alpha shifted in kind.

And the kid— Tyron Khan was invited forward.

Nos, watching from the shade, didn’t smile. But something in his chest eased.

He stood after a few moments — slowly, as if testing whether gravity had changed while he sat. One hand brushed over the utility strap on his hip. Still there. Still himself.

Tyron Khan | Connel Vanagor | Perail Staite | OPEN!​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Only thirty, huh?"

A bemused smile took over Kahlil's features, mostly because he knew the chaos of those two made what Vera did when she was younger seem like actual child's play. He did look after them though, just to make sure they hadn't actually upset anyone in their chaos. The smile returned none the less as he felt Valery leaning against him.

There was nothing more comfortable than right now, with her. With their family. Grant it his eyes shifted over towards Aurra, who was uncharacteristically impatient for something. He knew what, but he wasn't going to spoil the surprise just yet. Instead he raised a hand, waving her over with a faint smile. "Go ahead, Aurra. Give mom her gift."

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

Aurra’s little face lit up the moment Kahlil gave the go-ahead, her arms uncrossing in an instant as she practically dove for the beach bag. She rifled through it, little fingers parting towels and sunscreen containers until—

“Got it!” she declared, victorious, holding the small, gift-wrapped object high above her head like a treasure.

Aeryn and Adam, curious about the sudden burst of activity, immediately abandoned whatever half-finished sand project they were tangled in and sprinted over, flopping down in the sand beside their mom with wide grins and sandy knees.

Valery sat up straighter, brushing a bit of grit off her lap as Aurra placed the gift carefully into her hands, eyes wide with anticipation.

The wrapping was simple — more tape than necessary, clearly the work of tiny, overly enthusiastic helpers — but Valery opened it slowly, unwrapping the layers until…

A mug ceramic mug with bright colors and bold letters that said “Best Mom in the Galaxy”

Valery blinked once, then again, her smile softening into something deeper as her throat caught with unexpected emotion. Her fingers curled gently around the handle, and she looked up at the three beaming little faces in front of her.

The kids didn’t wait for a cue.

“Happy birthday, Mommy!!” they chirped in unison.

Aurra launched forward and wrapped her arms tight around Valery’s middle. Valery caught her, hugged her back fiercely, then pulled Aeryn and Adam in too, kissing each of their heads in turn as she laughed softly, the tears still brimming in her eyes.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” she whispered, voice thick with love. “I love it. I love you — all of you.” They stayed tangled like that for a long, sweet moment, Valery pressing kisses to sandy hair and little cheeks, the mug cradled safely in her lap.

Then she looked past them, to where Kahlil still sat with Yvaine and Eryx.

Still holding onto her mug, Valery crawled through the warm sand and threw her arms around him too, wrapping him up in everything she was feeling.

“I love you."

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Wetsuit

Mykel couldn't say that he knew Reina Daival all that well at this point, but he was sure to leave a gift for the cheeky woman after he had arrived onto the the party scene with his master Kaldor and his cousin Conway. Set on the gift table was a small white box tied with blue ribbons, containing a spiced Corellian rum cake he had baked himself, and a couple pearls - silver and blue - he had recovered while pearling earlier in the week with Conway. The pearls could be sold off for a good price on the market, but for the sea lover, they mostly carried sentimental value.

However, from there it was straight to the water for some surfing! At least until it came time for grub later.

Conway let off a soft whistle under his breath as he observed some of the ladies they walked past. "Hmm...is the Starfighter Corps taking applications?"

Mykel turned his head toward him with a knowing smirk. "Sure thing bud - just check back in a few years . I'll put in a good word with Sunrider Squadron."

They both laughed, though Kaldor appeared at stoic as ever. He wasn't offput by Conway's humor, but rather the prospect of surfing itself.

"It's all good," Mykel consoled him. "We'll show you the ropes."

"I promised you that I'd give it a try," he said, looking out at the cresting waves in the distance. "So let's give it a go."

Mykel nodded with a grin as the trio took their first steps into the water. The student had become the master. After a few meters they were finally able to slide onto their boards and paddle out farther. Conway was still a kid, and Kaldor a complete newbie, so he didn't venture too far away from the shore with them, just far enough to catch a few gentle waves as practice.

"Alright, I'll go first, then Master you'll go next and try to apply what I showed you with the holovids."

Mykel paddled into a modest swell, his muscles relaxed but coiled. He turned the nose of his board toward the beach just as the wave curled enough to lift him into a pocket of speed. He sprang up onto the board and leaned into the rising wave, carving a smooth line before crouching low and springing into a quick aerial. The board skipped off the lip like a stone flung across water, arcing high into the air. For a second he hovered, silhouetted against the sun.

Gravity soon reclaimed him, but Mykel landed his board smoothly on the back end of the wave, letting the fading churn carry him back toward Kaldor and Conway. He let off a small bow before dropping back onto his board.

"You don't have to do all that," he assured Kaldor, "but I just wanted to show you that it's all fine."

"Good, because I wasn't going to even make the attempt."

Mykel chuckled. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help himself."

This was just what he needed after Ukatis. There he had bore witness to the horrific shattering of both a kingdom and family. On Corellia, he had found refuge with his own kin that he cherished deeply. He couldn't imagine raising a hand to them, but such was the corrupting influence of power and greed.

For now, he let such depressing thoughts slip away as he angled for the next wave.

Vayla Mirana

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil couldn't hide his smile even if he wanted to at this point. He kept with Yvaine and Eryx, careful to make sure they didn't get too disturbed from their play. Eryx would be endlessly jealous if he paid attention, not that his gaze was off for long. Eryx's pout returned, but he was just as smiling as the others after a moment.

He met Valery's gaze with just joy in his eyes. He was happy. Incredibly so, as he imaged she was.

"Happy birthday, my love."

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

Valery's arms lingered around Kahlil for just a breath longer, her face tucked in against his shoulder as she soaked in the moment, the mug still clutched gently in one hand. His words, warm and simple, settled into her like sunlight. "Best birthday I've ever had," she murmured, just before leaning in and kissing him — soft, slow, and full of every bit of affection she didn't need words to say.

She was about to pull back when a tiny tug at her side caught her attention.

"Mm?" She looked down to find Eryx latched onto the side of her bikini with the intensity only a toddler could muster, pouty-faced but eager. Right behind him, Yvaine let out a soft coo — surprisingly directed at her rather than her usual favorite, their father. The little one reached out, tiny fingers curling in the air for Valery's attention.

Valery melted on the spot.

"Well hello, my little shadows," she smiled, brushing a kiss over Eryx's head and then gently tickling Yvaine's round cheeks, drawing a delighted giggle.

"All of you," she said, shifting just enough to be seen by the older three, "Go play and have fun, alright? But stay where we can see you." Her gaze landed on Aurra in particular, and she gave her daughter a special little wink — warm, secret, and full of pride. Aurra lit up like someone had handed her the stars.

Valery laughed, then rose and reached for Kahlil's hand.

"Walk with me?" she asked, her voice soft again, the intimacy just for him. "I want to go find Reina… wish her a happy birthday too."

She gave his fingers a light squeeze and waited for his nod, the mug still in her other hand, tucked against her side like something too precious to part with.

She'd cherish this mug forever.

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Tyron Khan]

A Friendship Begins

Tyron continued to glance around while he stood at the Volleyball nets and having picked a ball up. It reminded him of some sports he sort participated in but with the four arms and hands. It'd be a major advantage to play this sporting activity Eventually he noticed and saw Connel Vanagor approaching him in learning how to play Volleyball. Someone finally took attention of the Besalisk's presence being on the beach at least he had a swim prior to any games of Volleyball with anyone.

"Huh..? Uhm, yeah. The loneliness has gotten to me, master. I'm Tyron. Tyron Khan. Sure if we can get time I'm no professional in this tho-"

Before he could continue speaking with Connel there was another few voices that called out to Tyron and his attention turned towards Jill and saying that Tyron brought an intimidating outlook among others. Watching the group ahead and motioned for Connell to join in. He heard and saw Bex, Drax, Rann and Vesik this may be a little fun opportunity to show Alliance and Jedi members what his kind are made of. Time to form friendships and after some time on Tython with Caltin Vanagor hearing stories and all maybe the Force was working in on this.

"Huh. Uhm sure we'll join. Bravo team..? Who is on the team?"

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Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Mak Manto
TAGS: Connel Vanagor | Nos Voros | Perail Staite

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Davron Feln

Falling on your face wasn't exactly the best experience. Then again, falling on someone's chest might be. It wasn't every day Jonyna was literally falling into the arms of a cute guy, but she wasn't complaining.

What she was doing, was blushing up a storm, and looking back to Valery Noble as she did.

She wasn't doing this on purpose, she swore.

"S-sorry!" She blurted out as she picked herself back up. "Was just heading out to the water, didn't see you there..."

 

[Davron Feln]

"Heh."

Maybe a few months back he would've been more bothered by it, but by now he'd gotten pretty used to things. It would have been helpful if it wasn't the case, it would at least have saved him from getting knocked over by someone bigger than he was, but still. Some things just couldn't be helped.

"I didn't see anything!"

He rolled out from underneath the person he'd run into, chuckling to himself. Stood back up, brushed some of the sand off. "You don't see where my cane went, do you? I dare say I'm even more blind without it." He sniffed, once. Yes, there was definitely food getting cooked somewhere nearby. And the music. And—

"Ah. Wait. Jedi?" It was hard to miss when so many gathered in one place, especially when he stumbled right into the middle of them. "What's the occasion? My droid didn't tell me there was anything special happening."

Jonyna Si

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A RARE day off.
Corellia
Gold Beaches

It’s funny how sometimes, all it takes is a little recognition, a little empathy to make change. The smallest change for someone, like recognizing someone needing a “volleyball” partner, can change their life. Maybe this will set Tyron on some grand path to become the greatest Besalisk Jedi ever. Maybe it won’t, but “all you need is a chance”.

Knight Vanagor, but in cases like this, you can call me “Connel”. It’s the “Vanagor” in him that is about “respect for the station”, but this is a beach, this is a game, and games are meant to be fun.

What looked to be some kind of team, a close knit unit, were welcoming to him as well. That was good. Connel just stood there with a shrug and a smile to the kid, and to the Zeltron who appeared to be the center of their unit.

Tyron Khan • Nos Voros • WIDE • OPEN​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Davron Feln

"Oh, just a birthday for one of our members." She admitted, looking around, finding and offering back the cane. "Here you go, sir. I didn't catch your name. Jonyna, by the way. That's mine. Great name." Oh my Sylvar, shut up. You're making yourself look like an idiot! "What's your favorite color?"

Val help.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Corellia, Beach
Outfit: Link
Tags: Everest Vale | Tigris | Reina Daival | Colette | Azurine Varek | Aris Noble | Aadihr Lidos​

Katherine’s smile was as bright as the sun, soaring across the sky. Despite how much time had passed since regaining her wings, the redhead hadn’t taken the opportunity to enjoy a simple flight.

But that was just typical Katherine Holt, wasn’t it?

She hadn’t spared it a thought, instead opting to jump straight into her responsibilities. To continue her training; her studies, ever learning no matter the fact she had become a Knight. Because if there was one thing that had stuck with her throughout her training, it’s that you never stopped learning. Even as a Master.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t take advantage of an opportunity falling into alignment.

Katherine hadn’t hesitated to travel to Corellia, to both enjoy the beach and celebrate Reina’s birthday.

Reina Daival.

A Padawan that Katherine had seen around, but had only briefly met her shortly after her Knighting. Her fellow redhead had been in the middle of training, trying to learn how to use a lightsaber while missing one of her legs.

Now here she was, surrounded by others that wanted to celebrate the joyous occasion.

Though she wasn’t quite comfortable with the clothing. It was the first time she wore so…little. The closest comparison was her training garb, but there was a whole different context to wearing that.

As the Valkyrie soared high above, she looked down to see some familiar faces dotted around the beach. What caught her eye though, was the gathering of a number of them, amongst a familiar head of red hair.

Decision in mind, Katherine pivoted in the air and began to soar downwards, slowing down that by the time she hit the sand there was minimal kickup on impact. Just in time to see Reina hug Azurine, seemingly out of the blue. Opting to put her personal congratulations aside for the moment, the redhead walked over to where Everest and Tigris were.

“Sorry I’m a bit late, couldn’t resist the temptation to have a little fly around.”