It Has Been Too Long: Convocation of the Light at Yavin IV [Open to ALL LIGHTSIDERS - GA, SSC, TJO,

[Ilias Nytrau]

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T H E J E D I A C A D E M Y N E T W O R K​

M A I N S I T E ​

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OOC // This comes after a discussion here, that was followed up here. Bring as many light-sided alts as you please - "Jedi", "Rogue Jedi", and so on - and participate with a civil and constructive mindset. It is open to all that see themselves as light-leaning, and are concerned with the freedom of the galaxy from the increasing stranglehold of the Sith, among other issues of Jedi concern. So, that said, any Sith will have a rather difficult time getting in. You are not welcome here.

IC // He stood outside, the fire-haired ancient, looking up to the full height of the Massassi Temple that would host the coming storm of light and righteousness as discussed with the Father of the Clan that was their hosts, the same location in which Luke Skywalker and the many of the Rebel Alliance celebrated its first huge blow to the Empire; he had been there, afar, communing with the Force in remembrance of his Jedi brothers and sisters, upon whose bodies the nefarious Empire had been built, a prayer for their souls and the ones that had joined them, that day.

Almost eight-hundred-and-fifty years later, the galaxy suffered no less serious of a threat - it was fact that the monstrosity of the One Sith was a force to behold, and the years had proven their might with the near-eradication of the Galactic Republic, a once dominant government in the galaxy. The Light faltered, the flame flickered. It was time for the Jedi to come together again, as they had years before.

The message sent was as follows:

To all the denizens of the Light, in all corners of this great and wide galaxy; o Jedi, heed this call!

Over fifteen years have passed since the Convocation at Sigma Station, and while we have achieved what we set out to do at that time, the Dark casts a longer, denser shadow than before. To ensure our presence throughout the galaxy is no longer enough. In my near-nine-hundred years, I have seen much, and what pains my soul most of all is the realization that these 'One Sith' can come together be as one, and we cannot. This is the most severe of our weaknesses, and has lead to too many of our brothers and sisters being swayed or slain. Too many innocents under their heel. When will enough be enough? Enough is now, I say! Enough was years ago.

I am aware some stigma still exists, some deep wounds between the varied orders of Jedi, but now more than ever, there is a need for us to come together, to work together, to push back the Dark before it truly is too late. It is to this end that I invite you all to a convocation at the Yavin Jedi Praxeum on the fourth moon of Yavin, in Mandalorian space, as guests of Clan Rekali, under whom this sector space is well-protected. As guests, you are all to act accordingly.

Aside from the central conference, there will be room for socialisation, scholarship, training, and healthy competition. The convocation has two main purposes.

The first is this - to form, if not strengthen ties between our different orders. We have been separate, and thus weakened, for far too long. Easier prey for that which hunts us.

The second purpose is as follows - to discuss what can be done so that we might work together, improve our inter-faction communications, and thus better address and cover the galactic issues that need our attention.

There is one last thing I must say, before I sign this off - No one Jedi is right in his interpretation of what a Jedi is meant to be, and conversely, no one Jedi is wrong. It takes many, a diverse many, to make the definition of 'Jedi', and they are all right. It is with this mindset that I wish you all to come.

As your facilitator, your neutral mediator, I have attached a loose schedule, and I look forward to seeing you all here at the main temple and surrounding grounds.

Your Friendly J.A.N. Representative,

Ilias Nytrau
Jedi Master

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YAVIN JEDI PRAXEUM​

MANDALORIAN SPACE​

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PLEASE TAG YOUR POST WITH YOUR LOCATION​

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Conference Room:
Moderated by Ilias Nytrau, the Conference Room seeks to iron out issues and move towards working together. All voices are equal. Questions from the gallery will be taken once the purposes of the Convocation have been addressed.

Banquet Hall:
Hosted within the main hall of the the primary temple. Socialize, eat, drink, and be merry.

Training Areas:
The Praxeum's training rooms and outdoor training areas are open for use, rendering available more than enough room for training in countless Force abilities. Jedi trainers and willing students from many backgrounds and traditions can meet and train here, compare techniques, and hone skills. As with the previous convocation, Muntuur stones are available, in addition to other training aids and tools, traditional and otherwise (Dantooine spheres, for example).

Sparring Area:
A large, clear area outdoors hosts the Sparring Area for this convocation, giving plenty of space to engage in healthy, friendly competition, and meet blademasters of many forms. Jedi are training here, comparing techniques, and honing skills.

Witchtown:
Not sure where to go? Witchtown is nearby, boasting several drinking establishments, both relatively safe and entirely disreputable. Drink, trade tales or information, compare scars, and so on. Alternatively, check out the wares offered by the Dathomiri, and wander the town.

Other Locations:
Medical station, hangar bays, and any other amenities that the linked location sub has to offer.

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THE CONFERENCE ROOM​

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Leadership of the various orders would find assorted briefing materials, plenty of caf, tea, and water, and a nice, big, obvious round table with excellent chairs - one that would look strangely familiar to any attendees that might have been at the last convocation. An odd favour asked of the Galactic Alliance, from the ginger who sat at the table, seemingly meditating into the mug of tea in his hands. One document touted the loose agenda, whose contents may have been mentioned in the invitation, in part.

1) To discuss how we might form, if not strengthen ties between our different orders.

2) To discuss what can be done so that we might work together, improve our inter-faction communications, and thus better address and cover the galactic issues that need our attention.

3) To address the matter of the One Sith and other darkside-infested blights on galactic peace, and what is being done, or could be done, to deal with them.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Location: Ouside

Was he exactly light? The truthful answer was no. He dabbled, he liked to see himself upholding the light, but even then he had to admit that the dark had some cool powers that he had become addicted to. That was his goal, break the addiction to the powers, almost snap them. His murderous intent had backed down, no more did he kill for no reason. If he was attacked first he was clearly going to try and defend himself, but he wasn't a fighter, not any-more. Yet, something was different about him. He still held the anger, as controlled as it was. He still held a red lightsaber for reasons.

Jedi and Sith alike had the wrong idea of what a Sith was, that's the main reason he had chosen to fly out. The Jedi were believers that Sith were users of the dark side of the force, that every dark side user was Sith. The Sith had the idea that every light side user was Jedi. Both of those definitions were wrong. A Sith was a man who used the dark side to cause pain and suffering purposely while a Jedi was a man who used the light side to help people. What about the ones who used both sides of the force in balance? What about the Gray Jedi who use the dark side not to cause pain and suffering but to defend one's self from harm? What about if they used the light side to help people? What about if they wanted to witness the fall of The One Sith order? Where was the justice in ruling them out? They were not bad, they are not Sith. Some of them, like Jardo might of been former Sith, but if they break ties then can they still really be classed as Sith?

He felt his hood drop, both lightsabers at his side. Yavin IV had seen it's fair share of action over the years. It was here that The Rebellion had sent the Empire running after the battle of Yavin. Luke Skywalker and Han Solo had been given their medals here after they took out the Death Star. Luke had trained the Jedi here after the battle of Endor. Jardo felt the force just radiate from here. Would he be accepted or not, would he be accepted was the question.

[member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Training Area - Indoors

"Go ahead, son, give it a shot. Wake it up."

The Padawan licked his lips and nodded. "All right," he said, staring at the segmented bronzium ball in his hands. It didn't look much like a holocron. "All right," he said again, and focused. The Merrill-Blake Star Map flared to life in a hallelujah chorus of light.

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The retired Master of First Knowledge hooked his thumbs in the belt that held up low-grade Corellian bloodstripes. "Folks," said Jorus with a quiet grin, "welcome to Instinctive Astrogation One-Oh-One. What do you wanna know?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Heading for conference room.
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Aela Talith"]

It always seemed to be raining when Jacen came to Yavin. The pair from the Alliance walked with a brisk pace from their shuttle to the shelter of the temple. As they stepped inside Jacen slipped off his outer robes which were heavy with moisture. There was nothing that made his robes stand out from any of the other traditional Jedi orders save for the small Hound logo embroidered on the chest. That Jedi enclave was a group within the New Jedi Order that focused on both war time efforts and maintaining law and order within Alliance space.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder. When they had last visited the temple Grand Marshall Omai Rhen, leader of the New Jedi Order on Sullust, had made the same gesture to calm the nerves of an overwhelmed Jedi Knight.

"Master Voidstalker," came the deep, reassuring tone. "You may speak on behalf of our Order as you see fit, I will interject when necessary."

It wasn't a gesture to reassure him this time, but a expression of the confidence he placed in the Marshall. Jacen nodded slowly to Rhen, before they continued towards the conference room. He had two goals today: firstly to help strengthen the bonds between the light factions spread across the Galaxy as Nytrau intended; secondly to deliver the code keys for the three great holocrons to a representative of the Silver Coalition.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Witchtown
Port Shardrock

Wasn't often that the Rekali Clan Father went on patrol himself, but the markets needed it today. Normally you'd just get a Padawan or two looking to take a walk on the wild side and get a welcome to the jungle. But with a convocation like this, the Rekalis were on high alert.

Not primarily in combat terms, though.

"Frrreeeeesssh nighthunter bone!" wailed a hawker. "Lightsabre resistant! Lightsabre proof!" In passing, Ember shot him a glance. "All right, lightsabre resistant! Four grand a pound, less than a quarter what the Beast Riders charge! Frreeeeeesssh nighthunter booone!"

"Talismaaaans. Talismans of everything!" That particular stallkeeper caught Ember's eye and shuffled one of the trays under the table. "ALLLL Light Side approved!"

Another stall: "We got crystals! Upari carved by the ancient Wookiee Force traditions! Specially imbued Lorrdian stones! Cerean Kasha meditators! We got pontite! We got dragonpearl! We got the lot!"

And so forth. Any kind of curio you could imagine was on sale, hawked by people who knew their target market and knew what they were doing. Ember kept walking through. Every once in a while he'd pay for someone's purchase.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Heading for the Conference Room.
To the side of [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Last time Amadis had ended up at Yavin, he’d been soaked too, feeling familiar moisture running down his forehead to run into the eyes. Yavin had been a resting spot for the injured AoL men and women coming home from their time spent battling sith in the netherworld, and before the days of the academy, they’d provided them all shelter here to heal their wounds before moving on, he had fond recollections of Yavin.

Amadis nodded to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] as he walked somewhere off to the side, not knowing the group he was walking beside. Heading for the conference room, he’d heard rumors of what they were trying to do, and so wanted to help represent everyone, especially those he knew wouldn’t come. Hopefully other senior SSC masters would be doing the bulk of the talking, Jacen’s words mirroring his own thinking.

Feeling a calming nature of the gathering ahead of him, he eased tension in himself naturally, letting the force unlock the muscles, or concerns he had to see what would come of the day. Grey duraplast armor up to the neck on, light and easy to move in, the days of camouflaged robes were gone, perhaps mercifully so he’d been told by a couple of close friends! Other than that all he had on his hip was his saber named unity, and a single black jacknife pistol opposing it.

 

[Arage Bao]

Training Area - Indoors
[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"]

Sam didn't really have a big opinion on the Jedi and their lot. Most of 'em were too busy with their shiny titles, leadership roles and whatnot to really be able to make a difference in the Galaxy - 'least that is how he saw the fracturing of the Orders. Bunch a people not satisfied with how things were running and instead of trying to fix it, try to be diplomatic about it and work towards cooperation... they simply leave like a bunch of self-centered kids.

Back in the day he woulda given Rash a twack behind the ear for that kind of behavior. The Rekali clansman might not have been a big fan of the Jedi, but sometimes you just had to accept the situation as it was. The Academy was on Yavin IV, it hadn't overstepped its boundaries like the Gray Order and maybe this convocation would do some good against those Sith scum.

Maybe. Samael wasn't very optimistic.

He was listening to a lesson from Merrill. A bit back in the room, trying not to put too much attention on himself. This was a lecture for the greenhorns and newcomers to Astrogation - no point in meddling where no meddling was necessary. Jorus had this in his pocket.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Training Area - Indoors
Assisting [member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Fennec"]

People learned in different ways. Some by talking; that'd be handled today. Some by seeing; the Star Map would make sure of that. Others by reading. That was where Mara came in: distribution. A little table off to the side had some pamphlets, booklets, and small datacrons on instinctive astrogation, optimizing hyperdrive mileage, and the Code of the Outer Rim. Normally Baobab Astrography charged a bit for the astrogation guide, but for the duration of the Convocation everything was free to a good home. Mara alternated between passing out materials and sitting at the table. Any embarrassment over this kind of thing was long gone; she'd spent her whole young adulthood on the minimal payroll of Baobab, the little family business.

She'd missed Yavin, and hadn't realized how much she'd missed it. This was where the bulk of her formal training had taken place, not counting her occasional childhood travels with [member="Chloe Blake"] and her apprenticeship with [member="Aleidis Zrgaat"], the Barsen'thor. She hadn't fit in terribly well here, but just about everyone experienced that sometimes. Before she'd come in here, she'd spent a good while in front of the Jedi Code obelisk outside, thinking it over. Publicly, of course, she was a Jedi with ties to the Galactic Alliance. And she'd had Jedi training, sure enough, but in private, and in function, Mara was a Warden of the Sky. Unlike her father, she actually kept that secret, except to the...gosh, it had been quite a few, hadn't it...the people she'd trained as Wardens to one extent or another. Unlike her father, too, she had a Warden's skillset, but that overlapped well with Jedi skills -- in the astrogation area, at least.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Witchtown - Port Spardock
Heading towards the conference meeting
[member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

"Fine Heirlooms, relics, curio artifacts. There is nothing we don't have!"

Gabriel chewed on his thumb nail. Somewhere between the message received, sent to the Galactic Alliance and received via former Wrath of the Dark Lord, he had lost his way to the Praxeum. He we never anything special with navigation, especially when it mattered. But imagery and pictures, his was a perceptive eye. And as he walked towards the vendor, he knelt down and viewed a framed painting. Embossed and raised edges, framed immaculate in gold with worn and jagged edges. He traced a finger across the wooden frame, the vendor approached with a hungry eye.

"Find something that catches your eye?"
"Yes." Gabriel smiled. "Tell me about this picture."
"Oh...that!" The vendor rubbed his hands together. "That is a...lost temple. An unknown snowy world, the artists name long passing. Very talented though. But I can see you have a fine eye for art, I will give it to you for 5oo credits."

Gabriel chewed on the price. It wasn't a temple, it was a glass dome covered in snow, offset with mountainscapes in the background. It was the looking glass viewing room of the rebuilt Veeshas Tuwan, of Arkania. He spent some time there as a child, wondering the halls, looking up towards the snow capped mountains. He imagined himself as an adventurer, conquering worlds not with power but with wondrous curiosity and the seeking of experience. He missed the simplicity and one day, he hoped to share that with his children on Sulon. He'd like to hang this in his home.

"450 credits. And wrap it and board it."
"Deal! You've made a very thoughtful purchase. Can I interest you in some crystals as well?"
Gabriel handed over the credits, obtained from his allowance with the Alliance. "No, thank you."

The item was quickly wrapped and boarded. He made his way to the praxeum, painting pinned beneath his arm. Maybe, with the face he wore, he was making a reckless choice being here. But part of the purpose would obviously be dealing with the matter of the One Sith, how best to handle the sprawling corruption across the galaxy. He felt well suited for helping on that task. Or maybe he might just get arrested. After all, that was a popular choice these days.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: The Conference Room

Word had been sent to all corners of the galaxy. Another great Jedi Convocation was to be held on Yavin IV, the ancient stomping grounds of the Jedi Order during the Rebellion and long before that. It was here that the original Death Star saw its demise at the hands of a young Luke Skywalker, before the Grandmaster or the New Jedi Order. Such legendary times, as if taken out of a storybook and given life...

Everywhere you looked there were at least one face you recognised from before, or at least able to deduce who it was by the way they carried themselves coupled with their unique Force signature. So much history in this place, assembling those who were now making history with every step they took. A more fitting place to hold such a meeting did not exist. Thurion were among the first to arrive, along with his wife [member="Coci Heavenshield"], to represent and speak on the behalf of the Silver Sanctum Coalition, formerly the Order of the Silver Jedi and the Levantine Sanctum respectively. There would be many others who would join them in the talks, and regardless of rank their voices would be heard.

Upon entering the large conference room, Thurion never once let go of his wife's hand. "Master Nytrau," he greeted the ancient Jedi with a smile while the couple made their way towards the round table. "Masters Heavenshield reporting for duty," he happily announced with a gracious bow. "So... got any seating arrangements in mind?"

[member="Ilias Nytrau"]​

 

[Taiden Keth]

Location: Outdoors in the Wilds
Meditating.

With significantly less pessimism than some, and a want to promote harmony rather than conflict, one Taiden Keth meditated on a nearby cliff face out in the wilds of Yavin, the padawan seemingly untouched by the passing of the years, or just incredibly lazy to age, you decide. There was an ebb and flow of the force that [member="Matsu Ike"] had shown him in the planet itself, gatherings, people, events, coming together and drifting apart when the time or situation was right for it.

The force held sway over such things beyond individuals. His silver eyes and passing force sense could barely grasp the first touches of it, but he could feel it, when something was moving one way or the other. White hair blowing in the breeze, he meditated on what might come, hopeful, he’d been redeemed, why not the notion of cooperation and peace among all Jedi? If only Taiden had been in a place to offer that insight, but like all things he was slightly detached emotionally and physically from events, Echani reserve that some might say crippled them, also gave them strength in conviction.

Stirring beneath him, he used the time at rest to follow the currents and motions of the force, as Echani were apt to do, hoping to push out however slight the feeling of resolution rather than further conflict.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Conference room

It seemed Master Voidstalker was in luck. The easily recognisable member of the Silver coalition was already here before the bulk of the delegation arrived. They could perhaps get their business done before the main conference began.

"Master Heavenshield," Jacen called out. "Could I perhaps borrow a few moments of your time please?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Witchtown/Port Shardrock

[member="The Revenant"]

"Aliit'buir? That fellow over there, the one with the painting? He looks a bit like that duck-faced one-eyed Vong-shagging purple people eater."

"What, the Wrath?" Ember squinted through the market crowd and shrugged. "Thanks, Oren, but I'm not sure I see the resemblance."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

((Posting upon receiving permission from [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Coci Heavenshield"]))


Training Area


Siobhan Kerrigan, newly appointed Sanctum Councillor, was experiencing a peculiar sense of deja vu as she sat there cross-legged in the Yavin Temple. To be precise, her memories took her back to the Conclave on Sigma Station. A set of the seven famous Muntuur stones commanded her attention then as now. Each stone weighed at least a ton, and the heaviest over five tons, hence why even merely jostline one was held as an achievement by a Padawan. Yoda had been able to lift five after passing several hundred years of age, some guy called Ferlen Snee was held to be the only Jedi who managed to lift all seven. Well, Siobhan was not big on Jedi history, so maybe she had missed someone!



Currently, through the power of her mind, she was levitating five of them high above her head and whirling them through the room. It took effort, to be sure, titanic effort. Sweat was dripping down her face and back, which made it fortunate that she was wearing training clothes and nothing fancy since they'd have been soaked. Her firemane was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from getting in the way since it was as unruly as its owner. Strain and concentration were etched over her features as she focused. By now her exertions were causing something like a throbbing pain in her skull, the herald of a headache, but she persisted.


Moving the enormous rocks with her mind, she amplified their speed so that they whirled around ever faster. Undoubtedly, if she were to lose control for even a moment, the result would be most unpleasant, since getting a one ton rock dropped on your head should guarantee a speedy passage to the Netherworld. Yet she maintained focus, with an invisible force compelling the rocks to stay in the air, as the power of the Force flowed through her.


Taking a very deep breath, she ceased the whirling and merely held them up high as if some invisible bubble had formed, then she focused her mind upon the sixth. She could really use a drink, but did not dare to pick up the nearby bottle, since otherwise she might have perhaps lost focus. As her heart beat more rapidly, she pulled upon the tangled web of the Force and slowly, very slowly, the massive stone began to rise into the air. At first it shook and for a moment it seemed like one of the rocks might tumble down, but her power stabilised them. All six rocks whirled through the air at almost blinding speed.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: Conference Room.

She gave Master [member="Ilias Nytrau"] a smile as she walked into the conference room with her husband. Already the room was full of people here to see what would come of these talks and Ilias was busy enough with them, and soon it would begin. However, there would a few moments before this and Jedi would be able to meet and greet before taking their places. To busy with business within SSC space, Coci had not venture to these parts for a very long time and if there was time after the talks she might take to seeing some of the sites, if they are lucky.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] of the Galactic Alliance approached them asking for Thurion, Coci bowed in respect to the master, although she had not met him before she had heard of him, and so she would allow Thurion to do any introductions.

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[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

 

[Quietus]

Training Area - Indoors
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

She was not exactly the most presentable, but life with the old Rekali was a bit rough around the edges. Fennec sat in her usual silence, curled up on her chair with that oversized leather jacket thrown over her. Leaning against Sam, she dozed, coughing intermittently. The moment they'd stepped on the jungle planet the young Space Mouse had been struck with a curious malady. Eyes puffy and red, nose running, a cough.

Miserable.

She did perk when Mara passed by, handing out the pamphlets and maps. Sam was too immersed in the spectacle so she leaned forward and took the proffered items with a sniff.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Witchtown
[member="The Revenant"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Vaet"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

"Interesting pick," Avalore noted to Gabe after the man finalized his purchase and began heading on his way. The once Chief Healer of the Jedi Order of the Republic had been to the previous Convocation and wasn't sure it had really been worth the trouble. She'd mulled over attending this one ever since receiving the invite - in the end it was her curiosity that won out.

That and a desire to see Witchtown, a place she'd heard of from the other Jedi Academy Housemasters but never had a chance to see for herself.

She'd donned her blue Healer robes for the first time in what felt like ages. They were more comfortable than she remembered, or perhaps she was growing more comfortable wearing them. Time to be a Jedi again? Perhaps.

"I didn't take you for an art collector, Gabe."

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Training Areas - Indoors
Assisting Jorus Merrill
[member="Fennec"] [member="Samael Rekali"]

In a nearby chamber, the one and only [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] was doing something obscene and insane. This was not, by all accounts, unusual. Mara couldn't help but watch the telekinetic specialist, with a wide-eyed grin, through the connecting door. She handed out pamphlets mechanically, and almost missed the sniffle.

Almost.

She glanced at Fennec, head tilted, then stuffed the booklets under her arm and reached inside a pocket of her battered spacer coat. You know the one: every spacer owns it. Glancing around, she pulled out a piece of faceted blue stone on a silver chain. She dangled it from her fist and booped it against Fennec's forehead with a wink.

Boom: no more space sniffles.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: En route to conference room with [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Chevu Visz, Mirialan Knight of the New Jedi Order, arrived separately on Yavin IV on her freighter, Mirage. The convocation at the Yavin Jedi Praxeum was set to begin shortly, and while she'd been stripped of her Marshal rank recently, Chevu still considered herself an integral part of the New Jedi Order, fighting on the front lines against the Sith and other dark siders who sought to strip the galaxy of its freedom and humanity.

The Force was imbalanced. It was time to get down to the business of fixing that. Tiny brush fires scattered about the galaxy wasn't going to make a dent in the One Sith machine. The Jedi had to come together as one.

The Jedi needed to cause an inferno.

Force only knew if they could all set aside their differences and do it.

As she made her way to the conference room, she spied Master Voidstalker who seemed to be engaged in conversation with a Jedi Master from another delegation, [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], if memory served. As she patiently waited for the proceedings to start, she felt an unmistakable signature on the planet, one that caused difficult feelings to surface. [member="The Revenant"] was here. The Mirialan was looking forward to seeing the father of their children, even if she exhibited a reluctance to raise them, putting the cause of the Light above all else. She wasn't completely sure if Gabriel shared that sentiment, but time would tell.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Witchtown | Port Shardrock

What the kark was a convocation?

Seriously, who came up with these terms?

Apparently, the Silver Jedi were unwilling to leave their newly tamed Primeval witch-boy unsupervised on Voss while the majority of the Silver Council was at this... symposium... on Yavin. Especially with some of their Jedi Knights off-world and unable to attend; such as [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], who was on some kind of damn fool idealistic crusade to the world of Glee Anselm within Sith territory.

While the compassionate Pantoran's sympathies did indeed align with the light side of the Force, his emotions were what connected him to the darkness. So, as he tried to adjust to the new home that [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] had spoken of, the boy had a Solari crystal around his neck in order to keep his inner demons at bay. To help with that, around his left wrist the Primeval prayer chain was intertwined with a simple cloth band embroidered with the letters WWJD.

What Would Jedi Do?

Some would say that the two were in contradiction, the religious worship of the ancient entities of the Primeval and the high morality or idealism of the Jedi, but the young Pantoran had never walked an easy road. Indeed, as a Coruscant citizen by birth and former slave to a Sith Lord, in too short a season the blue-skinned youngling knew better than most what it was to fear the Sith. All of his anger, his hatred, and suffering could be traced back to those moments in which his former master had made perfectly, painfully, clear that the boy's life existed only for so long as the Sith's whims persisted.

The body of the serpentine like Yuuzhan Vong biot curled around the white-garbed youth's body. The onyx scales of the amphistaff glistened as they caught the light of Yavin's sun. The Jedi probably would have preferred that the deadliest snake in the known galaxy remain at Voss, or even back at Sernpidal where the youth had found the biot -- or it had found him -- except that very few knew how to handle or care for an amphistaff, and even fewer cared to take up the task.

He'd been told that he'd fit in better if he just carried his lightsaber instead, except that the similarities there were barely skin deep. The lightsaber, which had been left on Voss, was a relic of a time when the boy had served the Sith for fear of his life. And in fear of his life. The synthetic crystal inside of it was an unnatural thing born of Sith alchemy, and whose blade shone darkly with a blood red light.

Between carrying a venomous snake and a Sith lightsaber, at the 470th Jedi Conference on the Death of Sith no less, the youth probably should have opted for Plan Cresh: Not come at all, but such wasn't an option that had been presented to him. And the amphistaff, for all its supposed invincibility, was still a living creature that had need to be loved and cared for.

Still, if the unwilling and hopefully former assassin had ever imagined what Yavin 4 would look like, this would not have been it.

The vibrant town that had grown up around the space port was thriving with trinkets and cultural icons of non-Jedi faiths. The Dathomiri culture displayed, to an exaggerated extent in some cases, so that it almost seemed touristy or tacky. It was like the vendors outside of the star port on any number of civilized that the boy had visited.

Except this wasn't 'any' world. This was Yavin.

If there was a sacred or ancestral home to the Jedi, then Yavin had as much claim to such a title as any. And in more recent memory certainly. From out of a Great Jedi Purge, their religion had been founded once more upon this ground. So it was more than surprising how much of a Force Tradition existing outside of the Jedi that he found here, drifting along the stalls.

Much like he'd drifted among the stars, wondering what the point of it all was.

Once upon a time, the death of the Sith would have been a cause that the Pantoran could have rallied behind. Now, if this Meeting of the Board of Jedi Trustees could come together to just reduce some of the suffering in this galaxy, then that would be the greatest calling of all.

For Sargon had not created Balagoth that this universe should die, but be renewed. And, if it was Sargon's will, perhaps these Jedi might be a Force for change.