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Guardians of the Galaxy [Group Training; Open to All]

The Admiralty
Codex Judge
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Tython
Tython System
Deep Core

Tython, a planet rich in the Force and life itself. As one stood on the surface of this world, you could practically feel the air vibrate with the eerie energy that held the fabrics of the Universe itself together. It was here that Michael Sardun decided to give a lecture, a lecture about a variety of things. He wished to mix things up a little, sometimes.. it was good to take a step back and look at the bigger picture.

As the Jedi Knight stood on an open field outside if the Temple, he understand just how much the war against the One Sith was influencing his thinking and judgement. Rash decisions and actions made under pressure, it shamed him and made him humble in knowing that even with everything he had been through.. there was still much and much to learn.

A lecture then, at first it would be a lesson of morality. The padawans had to learn something.. more than just how to wave around a lightsabre, or how to make things explode with the power of your mind. Through his own faults and mistakes, he had realized that they needed guidance. They had to be shown clear judgement, so they wouldn’t try and set forests on fire with napalm. Or unleash a deadly vortex of wind onto an already fragile surface-city.

These were things one had to understand, before they could be expected to carry the burden of the mantle of a Jedi. For they were the Guardians of the Galaxy, no matter how the Sith tried to spin the story.
 
Ki'an Karr had come to Typhon from Ossus to participate in several training sessions being offered, but he wasn't entirely sure what he was entering into. He did know what the lesson being offered by [member="Michael Sardun"] would pertain too. Was it lightsaber training? Or the use of defensive or offensive force powers? Or some combination of the two?

All these thoughts were running through Ki'an's head as he entered the training ground and saw the Jedi Knight standing in the open field. Walking up towards the Jedi Knight, Ki'an bowed and then sat down on the ground. He felt he should introduce himself, as he had yet to meet the Jedi Knight in person. He new of him through reputation, but he had not had the opportunity to meet the renowned knight on his own.

"I am Ki'an Karr," Ki'an said placing his hand over his chest, "I look forward to this class today."
 
[member="Ki'an Karr"] | [member="Michael Sardun"]

That was a sad day for Maria. It had started out so beautifully, but had turned into a dumb one only in a matter of seconds. And that is exactly how it had happened. Not was she only feeling sad or horrible, but the fact that she felt so made her frustrated and the tiredness which was caused by the last night's serious training just made it even worse. She literally looked like a human zombie, walking slowly and being really grumpy, introverted, and not too much wanting to do anything. But she managed to get her out for a training, she knew she would regret it would have she not gone to Tython.

Really, her day had started out so great, but as soon as she had started thinking about her past and everything she had had before, she just lost herself, emotions she had tried to cage now as a Jedi came out, she cried a lot. Even on her way to the planet she was not quite even able to breathe as she was panicking. The droid which was her companion and a friend had brought over a package of napkins and they had all been used.

Her face looked horrible.

While walking towards the outer fields of the Tython temple, her face was still becoming a bit better, looking horrible from crying. Of course she had applied makeup before all this... drama had started, and it had not been waterproof, so all should have known what it meant. Her face was just an utter nightmare.

When she reached the others, she didn't look at the people there, didn't care of who they were or of what rank, she didn't even control herself but she just said, her voice a bit grumpy even and heavily mutated by another horrific cry, "Could I go to the bathroom?" Being a Jedi still in transition from the evil side of the Force to the rightful one was a horror.
 
Kiskla was young, that much was undeniable. But she was gaining experience more and more each day — with each new interaction she had that much more to tuck under her belt. New enemies, new swords dedicated to her word, new believers and new understandings. She bore the title of leader, and for some she was meeting their expectations, but she hoped to surpass them. In order to do so, she had to gain understanding, and she had to have a good team to work with. Kiskla was keenly cognizant of this, and when she heard through the grapevine of the Padawans and Knights that [member="Michael Sardun"] was hosting a class, her curiosity sparked again. What about? A preaching of what it meant to be a guardian?

The kiffar heir would happily attend.

With blonde hair twisted upward in a loose knot, the youth slipped in one slender arm after the other into a jacket with a collar that came up over her tell-tale lips. Perhaps it would remind her not to interrupt the speaker. Should the opportunity arise, it was guaranteed she’d interject. The Order couldn’t afford faulty teachings. But she believed in Sardun. That’s why she’d personally reached out to him during her Tenure as second-hand to the Grandmaster, and brought him back to the fold. His progression had been marvellous.

For the most part, her steps were as swift as they were silent save for the odd click of her boot’s heels here and there on the odd transition of levels. She would do her best to not be the first to arrive, for fear of deterring others interested. She was an approachable air about her, but she was still in a position that demanded respect — and some got tongue tied when someone of that magnitude was present. They shouldn’t. She was as any of the rest of them — she just got to sit and play politician a lot more often. So much so, that she’d played more politician than Jedi at the recent convocation, until she’d been made to recognize it, and quickly righting her err. It was a blurry line to walk, and she hoped to no longer allow politics to mean inaction from her organization. Especially by her own hand.

“Tally! Wait up!” A youth of around ten scuttled past, grabbing onto the flare of his companion’s tunic. “I don’t want to go alone — galaxies Tal — could you just wait a minute?”

“I don’t want to be late, Kyru. Knight Sardun’s pretty legendary! ..And cute. And imagine his first impression of me being tardy?” The Zabrak girl wrinkled her nose with disgust at the consideration, brushing invisible dirt from the skirt of her tunic. “He’d never consider training me. So hurry up — and stop wearing laces if you don’t know how to tie them.”

The green boy stood from his kneel, hands on his hips and laces loosely tied. “I’m working on my dexterity, Master Jentu said I should work on it for better light sabre manipulation.”

“Uh huh.” The conversation fizzled away, and the two scampered in the direction of the lesson. It was observational moments like these that Kiskla felt like a mother goose — but don’t tell anyone that! Those kids were under her protection and guidance. The decisions she made had an immediate effect on them, as they were still susceptible to the teachings of those older and more experienced. They’d yet begun to challenge themselves and their knowledge. It was like looking at a crisp, green sprout. So, Jack followed the bean stocks out to the breezy courtyard, the wind’s invisible hand twirling bits of loose hair around her face as she began her descent down the lengthly steps. The two had scurried ahead and were already standing near Sardun. Kiskla was more than pleased to see others had also decided to attend the lecture. Good. It was much needed after Teta’s convoluted events.

The Jedi had failed the people of the Empress Systems by failing themselves. For too long The Order had been pulled every which way by various leaders — it left the members in tumult. Not knowing what to stand for. Some had begun to redefine the Jedi through best practices, and followed Kiskla in her attempt to restructure and invigorate the ancient organization. Sardun was one of them, but she wanted to know just how. Hence her presence slowly approaching the group of five. She caught the tail end of [member="Maria Natalja"]’s question. The girl looked distressed indeed. Had Kiskla not been aware of the sensitivity of the situation, she would have indicated that there were plenty of bushes around for liquidating assets — but now was not the time. Nor was the question for dismissal for her — she would let the instructor answer it. For now, she’d be a silent observer.

Until such a time that correction or contribution was necessary.
 

Saki

Came in like a wrecking maul
Saki remained very focused, less enjoyment of the situation and more she had come back from Teta to something she hadn't fully understood. Where others had fallen and after her failure to make it back to Coruscant she saw it, felt it. Jedi falling and worse being overpowered, she might have been but the sith played her game in the fight as she checked her equipment and entered to observe the class. Wantign to see and hear what others thought more so for her own enjoyment, it would wash the taste out of her mouth of whatever had been on Teta.

That was more when she observed the others who were there and stood crossing her arms over her chest giving a nod to [member="Ki'an Karr"] it was good to see he was still alive and better after taking that beating that nearly had her against four sith at one time. Thankfully the mandalorian showed up to have her back while her own strengths replenished. The only thing she had seen come out of Teta was rescuing Maya for Rasu Gan and that was because the shi'ido had asked her to.

Then she saw the grandmaster and didn't make more of an indication. just listened for things to begin while focusing the force into her own body. Letting the energies give her muscles and small flares of contained readiness.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
She'd opted for her normal attire, the same sort of outfit she'd worn as Karrde and as Ori'vod of the Vagrant Fleet -- vest, trousers, boots that could pass unnoticed on any Outer Rim world. One lock of her hair made a Padawan braid, tucked in behind her ear, her only visible concession to Jedi fashion apart from the simple lightsabre she'd carried on a hundred battlefields as both Jedi Knight and Sith Empress. She leaned heavily on her gimer stick as she limped out of the Temple and into the field where Sardun waited with his crowd. With a grunt, she found a seat on a block of stone and leaned back against another.

All things considered, she had little desire for a lecture or a debate, but one attended these functions when one was a Padawan. Afterward, perhaps, she'd find someone to spar, though likely not to teach. After a disastrous encounter with Carn Dicksta -- as the Padawans knew him -- she'd opted against sharing what she knew, even in something as morally neutral as Shii-Cho.
 

Qun Vell

Guest
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Qun Vell was no Jedi of stature, a drunkard Besalisk found by some random jedi he'd tried to fight in a drunken rage on Ojom. Or so he was told. He didn't actually remember the fight, only waking up in a ship headed towards Tython later, but he was told that was what happened, and didn't really have any reason to believe otherwise. As such he distanced himself from the head speaker, a human knight by the name of Michael, putting himself at the back of the crowd of padawans. He had no teacher, no lessons, or memories of lessons rather. Many in the audience would understand and apply what Micheal would say far quicker than he, which was his reasoning for their priority seating.

Though, it seemed not all the padawans in the room were as green and inexperienced as himself. He recognized a couple of the faces around, perhaps masters of the Order, and the woman on the crutch seemed oddly familiar. He didn't recognize her as one of the masters, but the way she carried herself suggested such experience. Had he seen that face on holovision? Tried to hook up with her one time after having a few? Nooo, that didn't seem it. Qun didn't typically go for the human crowd, let alone a crippled one. Still, it almost felt as if she could kill you for looking at her the wrong way.

Qun decided to scoot a little to the left, giving her a wider berth.
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
[member="Michael Sardun"] @Ki'an Karr [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Saki"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Qun Vell"]


The large Nautolan padawan carefully slipped over to the group and walked to find a seat. His large black eyes didn't blink as he looked around the field and promptly tripped on a stone and fell flat on his face. He stood surprisingly unhurt despite the thud heard as he hit the ground. He shrugged and looked like he was trying to hide his head with his shoulders as he made his way to an empty spot near the back of the group. He checked his Jedi chrono on his utility belt and the training lightsaber he was allowed the carry.

'This should be interesting.' The mute padawan thought as he sat low trying to hide shyly from view.
 

TB-705

Guest
T
I hate lectures.

The newest attendee took a seat on the open field. He wore an open button down, simple tunic, sturdy boots, and plain pants. He was also very short for a male human. At least, he looked human. On closer inspection one might find that the blood running through his veins was green and not, in fact, blood, but chlorophyll.


Adam Gardner was a stockily built Zelosian, not that species mattered none. He yawned as he leaned back on the grass of Tython, long brown hair blowing about slightly in the breeze.

At least it's outside.

He breathed in the scent of the dirt and grass. Everything around him hummed with life. For so long he'd laughed at the thought of regarding all life as precious. He couldn't believe he'd been such a massive idiot. Khione had set him straight. He wondered if his wife would be present today. They'd brought the both of them back from their AgriCorps assignments to help with the war effort. They wanted him because he knew a thing or two about fighting, plus he could kinda just make edible plants grow wherever and that was probably useful. Khione they wanted because she was powerful. They would've taken her into the Order proper if she hadn't declined and voluntarily gone into AgriCorps with him. That woman... he smiled, lips tight.

Adam toyed with an earring while he looked around with vibrant eyes. There were a lot of famous faces here... even the Grandmaster. Adam wasn't a Jedi proper, but he'd been required to attend. His eyes found the guy who was given the lecture. Why wasn't he talking yet?

The Zelosian farmer leaned over to the nearby four-armed Besalisk who looked like a down-to-earth kinda guy and drawled in a low mutter, "When's he gonna start talkin' already?"

[member="Qun Vell"]
 

Qun Vell

Guest
Q
Qun, gathering from the size of this lecture, figured it was more a speech than a hands on lesson and thus, hadn't started drinking so he could comprehend the lesson better. Due to his current sobriety, and admittedly rare sight since he'd gotten to the Jedi Temple as his alcoholism had actually gotten worse in trying to keep up with the Jedi, he wasn't surprised or taken aback by the sudden presence of a stocky human coming to his side.

"Haven't the foggiest." He said to the human. "I just got here a few days ago. Haven't been to one of these big fancy speeches yet. Or, if I have, I've forgotten it. Can't seem to remember all I've done here." He said before extending a hand. "Name's Qun Vell. You are?"

[member="Adam Gardner"]
 

TB-705

Guest
T
[member="Qun Vell"]

The Besalisk might have forgone the drinking, but he Adam still caught a big ol' whiff of last night's aroma. The ex-pirate was used to that, but he still waved a hand in front of his nose.

"Haven't you ever heard of brushing your teeth?" Adam ribbed with a tight smile. He shook Qun's hand firmly. "Adam, Adam Gardner."

The farmer nodded toward the big, tall serious guy who was supposed to be talking.

"Watch."

Adam closed his eyes and concentrated on the Force, feeling out the blossoming life that sprouted from the soil. He searched deeper, looking for a particular seed. Sometimes it didn't take the right conditions to produce growth. Sometimes all it took was a little push.

A thick patch of moss erupted from the earth around [member="Michael Sardun"]'s feet.
 

Qun Vell

Guest
Q
Qun was, for the most part, a rather jovial man, and put out a loud chuckle as the man asked about his brushing. "Well Adam I suppose I'm still catching up with last night then." He replied, before the stocky human gave a gesture towards the silent man who was supposed to be their speaker.

"Watch." He said, with a 'you'll wanna see this' type of confidence in his voice. Respecting the man's tone and request he watched the silent speaker, before he spotted the growth of a green substance underneath the man's feet. Forget Jedi, he was in the presence of the almighty Moss-Mancer. Trying hardily to supress a laugh so as not to give away the Moss-Mancer's location his chest bounced a little, and a large smile cracked his face.

"That is quite the skill you've got there." Qun complimented Adam. "I'd ask if you could show me, but I'm not the best of students. What all can you grow?"

[member="Adam Gardner"]
 
Given that this session was being held by his master, he felt a certain obligation to attend. However, since it was applicable to the path most suited to the expertise and experience he gained in his life prior to becoming 'Jedi', it wasn't something he would have liked to miss. Gathering knowledge was of high import, and applying himself with dedication was something he knew well how to do. This was one of the many impacts on his psyche and comportment from over a decade as a soldier, and though this newer life could be more relaxed in some ways, he did not let himself become completely lax. There was a time for business, and a time for play, and Meeristali was distinctly aware of the difference between the two.

The outdoors of Tython were a welcome place for the Felacatian. He was glad that today, the training occurred out of doors, as he preferred it. As he approached the group, trekking out into the open field, he noted each of the individuals there, but recognized none save for two: [member="Michael Sardun"] and [member="Kiskla Grayson"], the former being his master, and the latter being one he continued to encounter at frequent yet seemingly random intervals. Some of those gathered were conversing amongst themselves (which he could hear quite well with his feline hearing, but did not linger on), while others simply appeared to be waiting for the lesson to begin.

He was just about to simply head over to confer with his master when he saw something erupt from the ground at Sardun's feet, almost immediately after [member="Adam Gardner"] said 'Watch'. A particular look flashed across his face, and as he passed by the showoff, he lifted his closest hand and smacked Gardner forcefully upside the back of his head... and kept on walking.

"Knock it off," he said sternly in his clearly accented voice, not looking back. Calmly, he stepped up to stand beside Master Sardun, folding his hands together behind his back.

"I hope I haven't been holding this class up," he said, at a volume meant only for the ear of Sardun, his eyes slipping from one individual to the next. He didn't wait for a response, as one wasn't entirely necessary. "Quite the varied group we've got today. Though I'm afraid I don't recognize most of them. Must be the consequence of spending more time off-world than on."

Between such trips as their training on Kashyyyk that reminded him considerably of field exercises, and learning tutaminis from Master Jacobs on one of the hottest worlds he ever had the experience of setting foot on, he hadn't spent much time amongst gatherings of other Jedi, as of late... but it was all worth doing. At that, a faint smile shaped his lips, and he looked sidelong at Sardun.

"A credit for your thoughts?"

[member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Ket Vistas"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Saki"] | [member="Ki'an Karr"] | [member="Maria Natalja"]​
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
There'd been a day when she'd have been the first to smack down the Padawan antics, or sneer herself above it all. But it was not this day. This day, she grinned, yawned gently, and waited to see how Sardun handled the situation.
 

TB-705

Guest
T
"Grow? Anything. But that's just about all I can do with the For-"

Adam grunted as some dark haired shmuck smacked the back of his head. He glared up at the man. Slapping ex-pirates is generally not a way to prolong one's life span. Fortunately, Gardner had given up that life. Mostly.

He watched the guy with the stick up his butt join Sardun and briefly contemplated making a metaphor a reality. But a joke was a joke. It appeared like he was Sardun's padawan, so the whole protectiveness bit made sense now.

The farmer yawned and scratched his stomach.

[member="Qun Vell"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
One by one the class trickled in, not too much in the beginning. Just a couple ‘ere and there, but soon enough it changed into a dang river. With attendees like the Grandmaster, the former Sith Empress and the Vaapad Wreckingball, couldn’t help but blink at all the faces. Definitely hadn’t been expecting such a huge turnout, but sometimes you gotta put on the big boy pants and just carry on. Hoping everything would turn out fine, even with such eh… grand watchers. First of all, I greeted the padawan who had entered the scene first, it was the good thing to do, a simple nod and a few words.

“Glad to have you here, Padawan Karr. Hope I won’t disappoint you.”

Honestly, I was going to say a tad more, but precisely then Maria decided to enter on stage. She didn’t really look too well, swollen eyes from crying, makeup all over the place. Almost made me cringe, but I kept a steady gaze. Seemed her transfer from being a Sith to a Jedi was being met with some roadblocks, didn’t really know how to handle this kind of situation. So I decided to be a tad kind, mixed with stern words? Or something? Don’t look at me that way, I can’t help it. I am not a wizard when it comes to the desires and wiles of the fairer sex. My hand turned up from behind my back with a tissue, which I guided with the Force towards her.

“Padawan Natalja, I realize this might be a hard time for you. Have a tissue and sit here next to Karr. Just take a deep breath and relax, we aren’t here to judge. We are here to learn and teach.”

While speaking those words an Aura of Calmness radiated from me, mixed with a bit of Valor. I had used this before, and every time the people around me felt peace and tranquility. Hopefully she would be able to calm herself a tad because of it.

Then the dang storm erupted around us, as the Grandmaster arrived in the wake of a variety of younglings and padawans. One of ‘em, Tally, waved at me frantically before sitting down next to her little friend and started chittering with him, stealing gazes at me once in a while when she taught I wasn’t looking. I sighed inwardly, this was going to be a long day.

That was about it. I was gonna start the lecture, when another guy showed up and started making conversation with the local drunk Jedi. Honestly, I was a bit distracted, waiting on Dev and Stali to arrive. So at first I didn’t even notice the moss growing underneath my shoes, which quickly changed when Stali showed up and gave the plant guy a firm slap on the head. I chuckled in amusement, and gave him an appreciative nod.

“We have some big names today, Stal. Varanin, Grayson. Even got the wrecking ball to attend, good you are here. Was hoping for Dev to attend too, but I am guessing she needs more time to… settle down. Alright, let’s get this show started.”

Next message was sent strictly through the Force. "Go and sit next to mister Garden Boy and Admiral Beer Keg. Keep an eye on ‘em, and if necessary give the guy another slap on the head.”

With Stali off, I looked around the class for a second and then coughed. Straightened out my back, hands crossed firmly behind it I started talking.

“Thank you all for joining this… class. I am sure most of you were expecting a sabre lesson, or perhaps you wanted to learn a cool, new flashy force power. I will have to disappoint you, I am not here to teach you the basics of Vaapad, instruct you in the usage of Electric Judgement or explain to you how you can use Art of the Small to create a sword with an edge that never dulls. Instead, I’d like to talk to you about what it means to be a Guardian of the Galaxy. Does anyone here already have an idea, perhaps?”

[member="Adam Gardner"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Ket Vistas"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Saki"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Ki'an Karr"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
She hadn't meant to be the first to speak, nor did she think she'd have much to say that wouldn't be compromised by the example she'd set. All things considered, so far as she could tell, a past as a supervillain exsanguinated whatever insights one might want to share about power, responsibility, leadership.

"I think," she said carefully, "the best relevant example I've known was [member="Ben Watts"], the one who helped found the modern Jedi Order." They went through Grandmasters like socks around here, and promoted quickly; she wondered how many of these Jedi had known Watts at all. "At the battle of Roche, when he and Darron Wraith stopped my strategic advance down the Perlemian, there was an engagement where Master Watts, a certain Senator named Ardak Serifen, and a handful of apprentices and Republic soldiers held a choke point against two hundred Mandalorian supercommandos and a Dark Master of my acquaintance. There were, I believe, ways he could have escaped, retreated, spared the lives of his people, spared himself what I'm told was a very painful attack, maybe tried to find an alternate solution once he and his people had gotten away. Instead, he held firm rather than take the chance that that alternate solution wouldn't appear." Granted, after fighting through three successive choke points, the Mandalorians had finally overrun his position and taken control of the entire battlefield, but the example stood.

"He's also very careful with how he approaches potential threats. He doesn't make enemies when it isn't necessary to do so. While he's never turned a blind eye to evil, he never grew aggressive or judgmental, or allowed himself to take the moral high ground for granted. To the best of my knowledge, while guarding the galaxy, he's never taken it upon himself to make decisions for the galaxy, take away others' agency, impose his will. He defends without presuming that he has the right to do whatever's necessary regardless of the best interests of others.

"It's also worth noting that he's a sterling example of self-sacrifice and self-denial. He's been willing to sacrifice not just his life and his desires and his time, but also his reputation. I doubt many of us could do what we do if the other Jedi and the galaxy at large thought the worst of us, but that was a possibility he was prepared to accept." She smiled faintly. "As distinct from those who've claimed that willingness retroactively after earning the galaxy's distrust."
 

Sumalee

Guest
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The tall statuesque Togruta would loom over the shorter sapients ahead of her. With her height, the huntress would stand in the back, letting the rest of the padawans and knights discourse over what it meant to be a guardian of the galaxy.

For the moment, she would hold her tongue. Either way, she was one of few words, preferring to listen and glean from others and her surroundings first before contributing.

Wearing standard huntress attire, she would quietly cross her arms, bracing her thick sinewy legs about a foot apart, her posture revealing her to be a woman used to using her strength and size for battle.

Twin indigo and cream montrals would arch delicately over her crimson and white face, the akul-tooth headdress lightly resting over the crown of her head. Her feet were bare, a rather curious feature, but known of the Togruta, for they believed that the land was spiritually connected to them, and wearing shoes cut themselves from a bond with the land.
 
Ki'an listened to Master [member="Michael Sardun"]'s words intently and considered them with care. He hadn't known what to expect from the class when he had come to the training area, but he was glad to hear it would be a bit of a philosophical class. So far Ki'an had received some force training and combat classes, but this was the first one that was focused almost exclusively on a philosophical discussion.

Ki'an turned his attention to [member="Ashin Varanin"] when she spoke and he made sure to listen to her with an open mind. He approved of much of what she said and he smiled and nodded in agreement of her assessment of the qualities that make a 'guardian of the galaxy.' Then Ki'an turned toward the instructor and spoke.

"I agree with much of what...." KI'an paused for a moment, he actually didn't know the Jedi who had spoken, as they had never met, "my fellow padawan has said. A guardian of the galaxy is one who puts the good of others above his or her own good. They fight for those who can not fight for themselves and they stand for what is right, not simply what is easy." Ki'an said, doing his best to explain how he saw a guardian of the galaxy. It was a hard term to define, and he was aware that many people might have opposing or differing viewpoints.

[member="Sumalee"]
[member="Adam Gardner"]
[member="Meeristali Peradun"]
[member="Qun Vell"]
[member="Ket Vistas"]
[member="Saki"]
[member="Maria Natalja"]
[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
 

Saki

Came in like a wrecking maul
Saki listened to Sardun and when he said he was surprised to see her she shifted moving a hand to the back of her head and rubbing nervously. Yeah she could fight against an emperor and his buddy on Ossus taking a bolt of lightning to the face to send her into a tree, or get dogpiled by sith and laugh it off. Actually have her think about why she fought and she felt like a kid who was caught with naked pictures on the holo terminal. At least the one padawan she had tried to help and protect on Empress Teta was here and safe.

"Ehh I just looked at it as what we do, we're supposed to be outsiders. We're not better but we're above, they put trust in us. They put us as the ones who will defend them and give us authority. We just got to prove we deserve the elevation. I might not be the smartest here or the wisest but I like to think I know what is right and protecting civilization to protect the people who make peace is right. Or at least pummeling a sith into the ground to make him stop hurting people."

She gave a shrug, she also wasn't eloquent in her speeches. Now someone might look at her and she reached not for her saber but for the chain before realizing it wasn't there. A small comfort she could have or her hammer. "Though I knew Ben Watts for a little while, at Metalorn I was assaulting the front of the base while he snuck in the back.. It didn't end well but he did manage to draw heat away from the small team. Only thing I questioned of him was why he let a thirteen year old without her master assault a base." She so wanted to break soemthign now, it would be expected, make things less awkward, make her feel comfortable.
 

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