[Galactic Republic] Geofront

[Eugen Aker]

After the fallout between Jedi at the recently held Conclave, Suravi decided that she couldn’t leave the Jedi alone to organize themselves. This time, she would engage the members of the Enclave directly as the Supreme Commander to remind them of their duty to the Republic and the galaxy at large. People suffered as the Sith and Mandalorians were left to rampage across systems. No longer.

Instead of meeting with the Jedi at the Enclave, she had invited them to the headquarters of the high command, Fort Jaburo. She believed having the Jedi and other Enclaves members meet on her terms would do much to quell any divisions that may exist between them.

While still a work in progress, the large jungle installation was already operational, serving as a hub for the Home Fleet and the First Sector Army. There was a steady flow of small starships and speeders coming in and out of the large armored and shielded domes, the main entrances to the subterranean complex below. Rings of smaller fortifications and hidden mobile sites far out from domes formed the surface perimeter of the installation, offering added layers of protection against both aerial and ground threats.

She awaited the arrival of the Enclave members at the front of Dome-1, with a small entourage of officers, department officials, and representatives from relevant oversight committees of the Senate. Surrounding them were a whole host of guards in full kit or plainclothes. Incoming Force Sensitives may have felt gaps in their senses as several commandos and guards roamed the area with special countermeasures. Arrangements had been made to have Enclave members brought to Jaburo by military transport.

The party gleamed with brass of the officers among them under the morning sun. The civilian head of the military had no such medals to display, but the Kiribian stood out in her own way with a flaming red coathttp://i824.photobucket.com/albums/zz170/CateChan/YoonEunHye/eunhye93.jpg over a silver blouse and skirt. She chatted with peers as she waited, all smiles over small talk. She didn’t quite feel so jovial on the inside, but it was a habit she carried over from her years as a politician. Times were tense, but she had an appearance to maintain for the sake of others.

 

[Zion Krayt]

[SIZE=14.6667px]In times like these, Master Bishop didn’t stay on the planet Yutan. Instead, what downtime he did have he spent in orbit of the planet one the Audacity. Only one of its kind, and one of the ships he had been gifted as a Jedi General within the Galactic Republic. Even when he had disappeared from Republic Space, the crew had followed him to Alliance Space. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]But he had assumed his command once more, returning to the Jedi… Enclave? But primarily to the Galactic Republic. The Republic’s Jedi were a farce as of late. He wasn’t the only one who had noticed, and he could no longer allow the Jedi that he fought alongside for so long be forgotten. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]They deserved more than that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]So he was here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]His ship was among the first that had arrived at Fort Jaburo. And the large phrik armoured man waited for none. When he approached the group of military officials as headed by [member="Suravi Teigra"], the large Jedi Master bowed, formally, as was necessary. He may never [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]put things gently, but he did always have the mind of being polite. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As long as it proved necessary. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Supreme Commander,” he greeted, phrik dome hardly moving as his gaze flicked between the group that accompanied her. “Jedi Master Bishop.” There was a small nod of his head this time. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“How may the Jedi Order best serve[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] the Galactic Republic?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Michael Sardun"][/SIZE]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"]

Years had passed since Bouqi and Sardun last spoke.

But two days ago they met again on Yutan, in a little, dingy bar a click away from the Jedi enclave. It had been a surprise for both of them, but Zaren's suprise had been less overt than most displayed. The former Protector of Tython hadn't know that Sardun was considered KIA after the One Sith invasion of Alderaan a decade ago, what with him drifting away from the Republic prior to that.

It was a serene reunion.

Both of them too old to really show more than weary pleasure at an old friend and battle brother still alive and kicking.

They had been expecting the invitation of the Supreme Commander, but so soon after their decision to rejoin the Republic? It was an interesting development in the short-run. Zaren landed first and about five minutes later Sardun's small transport also landed on a nearby landing platform, joining the SC and his fellow Jedi nearby.

"Bishop." The Jedi greeted with a low, slightly drawed-out voice. Like he had been screaming at the top of his lungs for the past few hours and the muscles were tired, knowing Sardun he had been training in the gardens again. "Supreme Commander, an honor."

"Master Sardun, you may call me." She would know him - just as she knew Zaren as the Protector of Tython. Sardun had been the first Marshal of the first Army of Light, formed during a similar decline the Republic was facing now. Named High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, Battlemaster of the Order and other titles.

So many titles. They had worn him down, pulled hard on him. And here Michael was again - just as he thought himself free of the many responsibilities - ready to take up arms again.

He had walked at the end of Zaren's question, so he didn't have to echo it.

Instead Sardun stood there and pondered ramifications.

 

[Ylva Alfrún]

Ylva stood with the Supreme Commander as she awaited the arrival of the others that had been invited to the summit. She wore the bronze and black-trimmed robes of a Jedi Librarian, with a light blue sash tied about her waist and knotted at the small of her back. The old woman appeared frail to most at first glance, but the light in her eyes had never been stronger. Ylva greeted the two returning Jedi with a respectful bow; she had met neither of them personally, but as knowledge was the currency of her trade she was well aware of their respective histories and accomplishments within the Republic and the Jedi Order.
Though surrounded by high-ranking leaders and war heroes, and serving as the leader of the Enclave's Academy, Ylva herself was coming from the position of a student after she had distanced herself from power some weeks back. At 96 years old, Ylva had spent far too long in positions of authority, and had felt increasingly separated from the students she instructed. Now she herself was serving as a student within the Academy, learning from the perspective of a young academic once more. She hoped to reconnect with the new generation of Republic Force Users by learning and growing with them. The practice had thus far made her feel far more youthful and energetic than she had in years. The experience had been quite enjoyable.
"Jedi Master Bishop, Master Sardun," Ylva addressed them. Her voice was addled by the trappings of her years, but remained firm. A byproduct of an intellectually active life. "It is a pleasure to see you return, and an honor to meet you in person. I am Ylva Alfrún, I assist in the management of the Force Academy recently established by the Republic government. I look forward to working with you both."

[member=Suravi Teigra] | [member=Zaren Bouqi] | [member=Michael Sardun]​

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Alyona approached the gathering on a speeder bike, the wind whipping through her grey-white hair as she sped over the ferrocrete landing area within Fort Jaburo. The massive installation rose like a great hillock from Yutan's surface amidst the planet's jungles, generating a stark contrast between the natural and artificial. Even so, the fort's distinct form gave it a look that remained sensitive to the wild landscapes of Yutan.
As Alyona neared the two larger vessels that she had watched arrive from the sky in the distance minutes beforehand, she slowed the speeder bike to a crawl. Peeling the riding goggles from her eyes and stowing them in one of the leather saddle bags hanging over the bike's frame, Alyona set the support struts with a kick of her booted heel and cut power to the repulsors. They whined down gently and fell silent. The Jedi Knight swung her leg over the frame and stepped off, then smoothed out the fabric of her beige tunic and approached the gathering quietly. She would not go unnoticed of course, though Alyona was aware she was joining a gathering of superiors, to include the Republic's Supreme Commander herself, Suravi Teigra. The other two individuals she recognized from her studies on Ossus as Jedi Masters of the Republic's older days (older compared to Alyona), though she knew little about them. With her hands clasped at the small of her back, Alyona stood apart patiently. She wore leather trousers and boots, with a utility belt fastened about her waist. From it hung the pair of lightsabers she owned. The first she had constructed upon leaving the Ossus Academy to join Grand Master Corvus Raaf as her Padawan some years prior, the other was the green-crystaled lightsaber of Jedi Grand Master Luke Skywalker himself. The latter Alyona had attained on Dagobah, after Master Raaf had helped her track its location to the swampy, forbidding world. It was there Alyona had discovered her greatest weakness as a Jedi: She lacked fear, and thus had been untested against true challenges in life. She had spent a great amount of time since searching for that which would strike fear into her and truly challenge her devotion to the Light Side of the Force. As of yet, this source had remained undiscovered, and with every day that passed, Alyona grew more anxious. She worried that the higher she climbed without such a test, the farther she might fall.

[member=Suravi Teigra] | [member=Zaren Bouqi] | [member=Michael Sardun] | [member=Ylva Alfrún]​

 

[Sheila]

The small humming from her wings came when she flew in to see others arrive. Ones she didn't really know but that wasn't a surprise while she hovered there for a moment listening to all of them and went to a place to sit down and listen. Or chime in if need be but she was content to listen and learn more about the people who had returned if gave her something to do while going into a little place to observe and good acoustics so she could be heard in case she needed to speak up as her wings stopped pressing against her back so it was tight and formed to not snag on anything. Her saber on her hip and the form fitted outfit they had designed for her vibrated with the force.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

A meeting had been called at Fort Jaburo, the Republic's new capital HQ. It was strange to see such a dome sticking out from the jungle, especially as a capital for the Republic. But times had changed. The once massive state had crumbled and its Jedi guardians had been shattered, although by what, Tiland had only the faintest grasp. To be specific, he had no idea.

But the Force had called him back from the Outer Rim to care for the regrow the of the Order as he cared for his patients, to guide and cultivate it in the Light. What this meeting meant however, filled him with a sense of foreboding. To bring the government even more deeply into the Jedi Order than it already was? He sensed darkness and danger there, especially after the events of Minister Lasedri and her attempted Jedi purge. But perhaps his fears were unfounded. They would see. He paused as he entered the meeting area, having refused the military transport to make his own trek, leaning on his staff and adjusting his satchel.

Even among the Jedi present, Tiland stood out. With the exception of one he had not met, Tiland appeared the oldest and the most monastic, wearing only coarse robes. He had no lightsaber, just the staff that he now leaned on.

He bowed to the assembled delegation. "Tiland Kortun, Jedi Wayfarer. May the Light of the Force shine upon our meeting."

 

[Lina Djo]

Aella was not dressed as your typical Jedi, heavy boots gave word of her arrival, worn trousers tucked in at the ankles and a fitted tank top. A slug thrower and a blaster strapped to her thighs there was no sign of any lightsaber on her body. Though as as a shi'do, that didn't mean there wasn't one. She supported shoulder length blonde and had something of a rebellious glint in her eyes and an overall 'grubby' appearance.

She hooked her thumbs through her belt loops and rocked slightly on the balls of her feet. Offering a smile in greeting but no name, she waited to see what the fuss was all about. Eyes flicking over the Jedi masters present.

 

[Odeyseis]

Odeyseis jumped out from his old TIE-Fighter, he knew why he was at Fort Jaburo and not only because the message from the woman named Suravi Teigra, it was because too that the Republic was crumbling. He had a flashback when the Sith attacked Maanan some time ago, at that battle he was injured. He knew that the enemies of the Galactic Republic were getting stronger in time and the Republic weaker. Knowing the reasons, Odeyseis had to assist to this meeting, he wanted to be useful in anyway to stop the dark forces that was spreading in the galaxy.

But the sentinel had to recover from his wounds, then search again for the missing Sith Holocron that he promised to destroy before it could give more power to dark forces. Time passed and his search grew fruitless. For now, he had to stop and regroup with his allies of the Galactic Republic.

"Excuse me..." Odeyseis interrupted two uniformed guards who were chatting, "I'm looking for Suravi Teigra."
The two guards looked at the Jedi attire and robe, then stare again at the Jedi knight. "You must be here for the reunion, master Jedi", said one of the guards.
"Yes."
The other guard pointed out to a dome and spoke: "The Supreme Commander Teigra are expecting everyone in Dome-1. Just go right there."
The Jedi made a nod to them and walked to the dome.

"I thought you hated to ask directions."

Odeyseis stopped as soon as he heard that very recognizable voice. He turned his head back to see if she was there, she was not. Then turned his head front and Kaira was there. Flashbacks of the day that Kaira died in his arms returned, and pain was inside of him again. After the day that she died, Odeyseis was the only one who began to see and hear her everywhere in her Force Ghost form.

No doubt it was painful to see her again with that training, Jedi clothes that Kaira always wore, but, then again, it always brought a sad smile on the Jedi's face because he was able to spoke to her, even if she wasn't there. "I didn't ask directions, Kaira." He stood aside and continued walking towards the dome. Kaira followed him and asked him:
"Then what did you do?"
Odeyseis chuckled and answered: "I asked for the right direction, not any direction." Kaira giggled at Odeyseis' answer. Everytime that the sentinel heard her laugh it was invigorating for him, it even made him happy just the thought he could make her happy.
"I will always love your wise answers, Odey."

When the Jedi spotted a group of Jedi in front of the dome, he stopped again, then said while turning to see his dearly friend:
"And I will always like--"
He didn't finished his sentence since she wasn't there anymore. His smile disappeared then approached to the group. As soon as he joined the group and everybody noticed his presence, the Jedi sentinel introduced himself:
"Greetings. I am Odeyseis, Jedi knight."