Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
Alderaan had been a miserable loss, twice. And Zeltron had been a blow below the belt — people were still struggling to resurrect their hope and valour over there. Kiskla had been so absorbed in the tragedies of The Republic, and some of the Protectorate’s, that she had forgotten her main objective.
The Jedi.
All of them.
Almost half a year ago, perhaps longer — her sense of time was wretched these days — the different sects of Jedi had collected on [member="Jorus Merrill"]’s Sigma Station to form a semi-coalition against the One Sith. The Public Enemy number one against the entire galaxy. Since then, there’d been very little contact — each sect responsible equally for the lack of communication.
So, ever the talker, the young blonde organized a collective meeting once more. A message had been sent out to all who’s names she could uncover from the collective archives — being Grandmaster, she was privy to a lot more information than the average researcher. This cordial invitation had been extended to masters of The Silver Jedi, The Levantine Sanctum, and other miscellaneous Jedi who had either not updated their files, or they had no information on. Knights would be welcomed too at their leisure and discretion of the Order members. Considering the galaxy was in a constant flux, the latter was likely more of a reality.
Kiskla was evaluating her salutations between formal and casual (Hey guys, hello fellow Jedi, yo long time no talk, how you doaan — etc) for a conference call when the outreaching blips echoed in the Kenobi-Class Praxeum's communication room.
They’d see her pleasant hologram when they accepted the call (As well as who was present in the room with her) — right on time with the hour she’d denoted in the invitation.
They might also see her look down to see the incoming message [member="Jaxton Ravos"] sent to her personal channel -- but then she was looking right back up after dissecting the information.
OOC:
The Jedi.
All of them.
Almost half a year ago, perhaps longer — her sense of time was wretched these days — the different sects of Jedi had collected on [member="Jorus Merrill"]’s Sigma Station to form a semi-coalition against the One Sith. The Public Enemy number one against the entire galaxy. Since then, there’d been very little contact — each sect responsible equally for the lack of communication.
So, ever the talker, the young blonde organized a collective meeting once more. A message had been sent out to all who’s names she could uncover from the collective archives — being Grandmaster, she was privy to a lot more information than the average researcher. This cordial invitation had been extended to masters of The Silver Jedi, The Levantine Sanctum, and other miscellaneous Jedi who had either not updated their files, or they had no information on. Knights would be welcomed too at their leisure and discretion of the Order members. Considering the galaxy was in a constant flux, the latter was likely more of a reality.
[member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Seydon of Arda"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Ben Watts"] | [member="Coci Sinopi"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Aika Kawakami"] | [member="Shule Windspeaker"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Kira Liadain"]
Kiskla was evaluating her salutations between formal and casual (Hey guys, hello fellow Jedi, yo long time no talk, how you doaan — etc) for a conference call when the outreaching blips echoed in the Kenobi-Class Praxeum's communication room.
They’d see her pleasant hologram when they accepted the call (As well as who was present in the room with her) — right on time with the hour she’d denoted in the invitation.
They might also see her look down to see the incoming message [member="Jaxton Ravos"] sent to her personal channel -- but then she was looking right back up after dissecting the information.
OOC:
I just tagged Masters (from the top of my head! There's a lot of y'all! Apologies if missed), but if you're a Knight and feel like you'd like to be here, that's fine.
Also this is before the Manaan invasion.
Also this is before the Manaan invasion.