Faction Jedi Coded

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

"Are you sure she can handle it?"

"No," came Brandyn's reply.

"Then why give her the assignment?" Was the reply that came with a healthy side dose of 'huh'.

"I don't know what else to do with her," Brandyn said. He stood there quietly, looking at the security feed of the cell where Zahari Kaan had been their prisoner for too long.

"Assigning her to be the primary for a Sith rehabilitation programme is a pretty ballsy move though. Still trying to get her past that whole attachment issue?"

There was a long pause. Brandyn seemed lost in his thoughts as his eyes glanced at the other camera. Cerys had just entered the elevator down to the detention block. She would be at the cell in minutes.

"The only issue she has with attachments is that she denies she has any...I don't know Grix...being a teacher was the best way for me to learn...maybe it will work for her," Brandyn said as he rubbed the side of his head. He had been training Cerys for months now. She was as capable a Padawan as he had ever seen. She was easily his better with the blade. But she pushed people away like they were infected. She denied attachments, though clearly mourned her late master.

"So introducing her to Balun didn't bear the fruit you were hoping for?" Said Grix. His leathery face held an I-told-you-so expression with ease. The wrinkles seemed practiced in forming it.

"There is still hope with Balun Dashiell , Cerys didn't push him away completely. Grix...she just needs...one friend...to open up to one person...and she could be a better Jedi than either of us."

"Not sure you want her to be friends with a Sith..."

"Former Sith. Zahari has accepted my invitation to consider a new path."

OOC: This thread will be open to all High Republic Jedi. The intent is a slice of life scenario in the temple. Cerys is going to give Zahari a tour around the temple. Feel free to have your characters introduce and have brief interactions with the two. I would like to keep things flowing so that Zahari can get introduced to as many Jedi as possible and we not get bogged down in replying to 5-6 people at once. Let me know if you have questions.

| TAG: Cerys Dyn Zahari Kaan |

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[Cerys Dyn]

Her boots clicked on the grey durasteel floor with the determination of one that was unimpressed but acquiescing nonetheless. Why Brandyn had assigned her to this task was beyond her. She could have been elsewhere, on a mission, doing something important. But instead, Cerys was stuck playing chaperone to a Sith that would never change their stripes.

People can change.

All the Sith Cerys had met were not those she imagined could ever change. But apparently Zahari had accepted the offer of...what would you call it? Reeducation? That sounded awfully brainwashy. Perhaps that is what this was? Cerys shook her head, lekku flailing about in a satisfactorily distracting manner.

Whatever Brandyn's scheme, Cerys would undoubtedly excel once again, and only increase her frustration over the lack of promotion.

Her quick pace slowed. She was approaching the cell. It had been a while since she had seen Zahari, and the Sith had been unsettling at the time. Her change of heart was surprising. Perhaps Brandyn had been more convincing than Cerys? Maybe he did have something to teach Cerys. Maybe.

She stepped into the possibly eye line of the 'prisoner', but did not feel that same unease as before. Still, Cerys did not relax her shoulders. "Zahari Kaan. I see you have already been outfitted with your tracking anklet. I am sorry...that is standard precaution...you surely understand," said a decidedly un-sorry Cerys.

The moment lingered, before Cerys' hand slowly lifted to the controls and disabled the cell's shield. The blue shimmer between them disappeared, and the Jedi felt every muscle tighten.

"I have been tasked with giving you a tour of Shiraya's Sanctuary. Our home here on Naboo. The school of the Jedi Order. Follow me."

Despite the scream within, she turned her back on the Sith and started walking to the door to the elevator. "Keep up! I do not have all day."

| TAG: Zahari Kaan |

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[Jace Rhane]

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Jace Rhane was a lot of things, and patiently tending to his plants, was one of them. While a formidable warrior, and a more capable Jedi Guardian- practiced, disciplined and experienced, he was also a massive fan of indoor plants. Indoor plants that were spread all over the place- and happened to be on the path that Zahari Kaan and Cerys Dyn were on. He thought even the holding cells and other places could use some greenery.

And he was right, he received many compliments on them.

So he heard the click-clack of boots on durasteel, and the new arrival- a reformed Sith. Not too much different than him, some years ago. He smiled at them both, but moreso the newer arrival. He flicked a glance at Cerys, as if to say many things at once, then back to the Sith.

"Welcome. Please enjoy a look around. We're glad to have you here."

He said as they passed on their way to the elevator. However, a stern glance was leveled at the Padawan. He heard her tone, felt her frustration and apathy to her given task in both her tone- and through the force. A brief moment, he considered, that the Padawan would learn patience by helping him go around the entire temple and water his plants.

With just handfuls of water.

While balancing on one leg...

Blindfolded.

And in durasteel boots.

Or some other other massively overcomplicated task to try and teach her... things. Surely that would teach her something, at least. He figured. He was good at a lot, but lesson planning wasn't one of them. He went back to his plants, humming as the two passed him.

What a lovely day to be a plant person. He though to himself.

 

[Zahari Kaan]

Location: Jailhouse, exiting
Wearing: Robes
Tag: Cerys Dyn Jace Rhane | Open

Zahari was sat in the windowsill just like before, anxiously kicking her ankleted leg.

Today was the "big day" when the Jedi finally made good on their promise. And Cerys' suggestion, at that.

She still wasn't sure how to feel about this. Sure the Sith had been brutal, but they'd never caged her like this. She had money, power, and-

A noise down the hall triggered the Togruta's natural echolocation, vibrating the tips of her montrel and drawing her eyes to the door. She was already looking right at her when Cerys Dyn approached the shield.

"Zahari Kaan. I see you have already been outfitted with your tracking anklet. I am sorry...that is standard precaution...you surely understand," said a decidedly un-sorry Cerys.

Zahari glanced at her leg, lifting just enough to catch that silver band in the light.

"...this... is humiliating..." said the once smug apprentice.

Her jailer didn't care of course, something that she'd grown used to already. Actually, Cerys reminded her of other young Sith sometimes. Maybe that's why she'd adjusted to her company so quickly.

It wasn't long before she slid down to join her, swiping the worn remains of her dark robe and wrapping it around herself. She stopped where the barrier used to be, hesitantly reaching through the empty doorway.

"Hm..."

And only then when it proved safe did she march in step with Cerys.

"Welcome. Please enjoy a look around. We're glad to have you here."

Zahari had kept her head low, refused to make eye contact until directly spoken to. The juxtaposition of Cerys'... attitude, and the gardener's tone caught her off guard. His tone seemed genuine, not like a servant's practiced welcoming his master home as she often heard back home, but neither the sarcasm of her guide. Her blue lips pursed, and those little red eyes rose from the floor.

"Thank you." she nodded, tone reflecting that subtle surprise.

"It's nice to see such... well kept greenery, up close for a change." the new arrival added as the two women passed into the elevator.

A moment of silence passed.

Then another.

She glanced hesitantly at Cerys in the corner of her eye, as though it were forbidden.

"See? I can be nice."

"Can I take it off now?"

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: General Reception Area Outside Council Chambers
Objective: Meet Council (Socialize if they are unavailable)
Tags: Kas Larsen + Open

Naboo was still beautiful, though it had been a few years since Katarine had stepped foot upon it. She'd spent enough time in Theed General Hospital during her recovery from carbination sickness to last a lifetime. Of course centuries ago she'd tried to build a home here after Order 66 but she was actively forcing her mind to think of anything else. There was no reason to open that can of worms. Not here. Not now. Not while she had a padawan to look after.

Yes, Kas Larsen was with her. After his performance during the investigation she had decided to stay and mentor him for a while. This would possible bloom into a full padawanship but that probably meant they needed approval from a council. Katarine was currently avoid The Galactic Alliance, and Kas mentioned that the Naboo folks had expanded. She figured it was worth checking out.

"They may not be able to see us today but the receptionist said we are welcome to stay and explore the Temple. "

 

[Kas Larsen]

Equipment: Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
Tags: Katarine Ryiah | Zahari Kaan | Cerys Dyn | Brandyn Sal-Soren | OPEN
Location: Naboo | Jedi Temple | Reception & Outside of Council Chambers
Objective: Meet the Council | Socialise | Join the Order
Mentions: Vizion Trozky | Mellomere | Tirenn Kaelith

Accompanied his mentor, Jedi Master Katarine Ryiah on their venture upon Naboo. Kas had visted this world before having met a few members previously. The likes of Mellomere and Tirenn Kaelith students of the Order here. On the planet Jakku there was a Jedi Enclave available for training that Jedi were able to use. Kas met Jedi Knight Vizion Trozky a Jedi Sentinel and Jedi Investigator for the High Republic based here.

He learned from the Jedi Knight in advancing further on his path in becoming a Jedi Sentinel and Investigator. Combining all of that with Katarine working alongside him on Coruscant.

The assignment back on Coruscant was something else and he impressed Jedi Master Katarine Ryiah having supported her throughout their time there. Coming from the Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order territory alongside his siblings. Kas wouldn't abandon or disregard his ties there.

For now, there was a strong presence drawing the young apprentice to Naboo and the Jedi here. Made some friends here and they were very welcoming to him. Wanting to repay him with services.

He didn't know that Katarine was considering taking him on as her Padawan Learner. Aware of being mentored by her for the time being. That will be a nice for him. He earned his way but that wasn't going to stop him. Kas will be a lot more motivated to ascend as a Jedi.

"I don't mind waiting Kat. The Jedi here have been very friendly and welcoming during the times I visited them. Don't believe I have met everyone yet but happy to see more. Your call."

Kas stood in the reception area of the Temple grounds with Katarine a little excited on the inside but calm and patient on the outside. Waiting to see if any Jedi would approach them.

 

[Cerys Dyn]

She could hear Brandyn's voice in her head. Not the telepathic type of voice-in-head, but that annoying teacherly type from when they teach you something you know you should learn, but you are stubborn and clinging to your old ways.

"Open yourself up to people."

"A Jedi can love freely. Love does not mean romance. Or even attachment. It means caring for others."

"You master sacrificed herself for others. There is no greater form of compassion that can be shown."

She winced with the words about her former Master. The memory of the day El-Vana died was still very fresh in Cerys' mind even though it had been more than a year.

"Welcome. Please enjoy a look around. We're glad to have you here."

How others could be so effortlessly cordial was still something that alluded Cerys. She did try. But life was duty. Life was function over form. She caught the gardeners expression and felt the reprimand.

Fine. I will give this Sith a chance.

"It is not humiliating. Don't be foolish," Cerys spat out before she could think her words through properly. She winced. AGAIN.

"Forgive my...forthright nature...I mean to say that the Council is showing a great deal of faith in you to release you at all. There was a long debate as to whether or not you should simply be turned over to the High Republic authorities."

Cerys tried to relax her stiff posture. She looked over the plants as she was moving along the corridor. "Your plants...appear well maintained...watered...tended...and....very green. Well done."

Her pace quickened, afraid to bare the consequences of her awkwardness.

She turned her attention back to Zahari.

"I for one am...glad...that you accepted my proposition and have been willing to accept training with this Order. It will be greatly beneficial to you. But you will be keeping that anklet on until the entire council is convinced of your intent," Cerys said before stopping in front of the dining hall door. She was also happy to have the chance to work with Zahari as it would be another line on her resume to convince Brandyn to finally promote her.

The door beside her slid open, and a couple of younglings bungled out. Cerys gave them an unamused, yet cursory glance. "This is the dining hall. You are not required to eat here. But I do. And you are invited to join me as much as you wish."

| TAG: Zahari Kaan Jace Rhane Kas Larsen Katarine Ryiah |

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[Catarina Talen]

Location: Training Course, Shiraya's Sanctuary
Objective: Meditation
Tags: Open​

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Catarina Talen, Jedi Knight, did not regularly frequent Shiraya's Sanctuary. Oh, she came when called, certainly; either by her fellow Jedi or by the whims of the Force. But in her heart she was an Itinerant - home was wherever the Force called her to. She was only ever at peace in motion, whether on foot or in space. And so when she did visit the Temple, she spent most of her time at the Training Grounds.

Some days she sparred, some days she climbed.

Today, she soared. Among the highwires and crags of the Gallo Mountains, she danced and leapt and pirouetted.

Faster, Higher. Brighter, Clearer. The faster she moved, the higher she leapt, the brighter her vision grew and the clearer her mind became.

This was how she meditated - Serenity through Velocity.

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

His brow was furrowed. It aged him. But there was a lot in life that could robe him of his lingering youth. Cybelle's plight. Cerys' obstinance. Just being on the Council was stress enough as it was. Life seemed a constant balance of reclaiming his centre. One day, he would have put an anchor down on said centre and he would not longer have that tendency to drift.

He walked quietly, but with a steady gait, down a concourse towards the entrance. It felt like he was 'Council member on duty' today, and frankly he welcomed the distraction.

The Order of Shiraya was morphing before his very eyes. It was becoming more than a Naboo-centric Jedi Order. He was still not sure how he felt about it either. Naboo was his home. It was the home of his wife. His unborn daughter. He would not just live for Naboo, he would gladly die for it. Other worlds? He wasn't that sort of hero anymore.

The Sanctuary was bright and airy, but the direct light of coming from the entrance made the young Knight squint. A Knight. Meeting and greeting a Master. The Order was so fresh and idealistic at the best of times. This felt...almost inappropriate. But Katarine Ryiah was not the first Jedi Master to seek audience and entrance into the fledging Jedi Order.

The other with her, he saw them both now, was a Padawan seeking entrance also. Their relationship was not one of master and pupil, apparently. There was much to learn.

With one hand clasping the wrist of his other arm, and both rested comfortably behind his back, Brandyn nodded a greeting to Katarine and Kas as he walked down the stairs.

"Welcome to the Order of...sorry...old habits die hard. Welcome to the Jedi Order," he said with a smile that washed away his frown, "I am Brandyn Sal-Soren. Representative of the Council. And a friend."

He extended his hand in formal greeting to them both in turn.

"Please. Walk with me. Explore your new home. And tell me about the journey that has lead you to our doorstep."

His hand swept up towards the top of the stairs. A gesture that indicated it was time to walk and talk.

| Appearance: xxx | TAG: Katarine Ryiah Kas Larsen |

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[Kyric]

Maybe like an hour ago...

A decades old X-Wing descended from the skies over the temple to land amongst the other ships which decorated the landing platform. The old bird bore the scars of warfare and maintenance; enough to make Kyric question how his father—the worst pilot the young Jedi ever knew—managed to survive as many flights as he was assigned throughout the Second Great Hyperspace War.

The cockpit cracked open and lifted aside as smoothly as the day Kyric first climbed into the cockpit under his father's supervision. He vaulted over the side and landed with a soft thud.

Following the advice of Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, Kyric elected to return to Naboo in search of the Big Man's sister, Ala Quin. Though the kiffar didn't know her—like at all—he hoped the younger of the two siblings could provide him some guidance with the many problems brewing just over the horizon.

Kyric crossed into the temple proper from the landing pad with a stoic look plastered on his face. The frayed bandages wrapped around his arms, alongside the worn poncho he inherited years back, gave the kiffar a disheveled-homeless vibe made all the worse by the Jedi Order's strategic use of gold within both their uniform and the temple.

Halfway to the Council Chambers, a Jedi Master stopped Kyric in his tracks with a face caught somewhere between pity and disgust.

"Young man, where are your shoes?" the unknown Jedi demanded. "Why are you wearing bandages in place of boots or slippers? Who is your Master?"

Kyric blinked. "Er- that's a hard question to answer, sir. I've had a few. Masters, I mean. But I'm thinkin' Master Ashina of the Hirata Sanctuary would be it." He looked down at his bootless feet and sighed. "My finances are bein' observed by some unsavory folk. That and I've been on the run for a few weeks no- it doesn't matter. I'm here to report on Sith activity. Is Master-Sal-Soren-Ma'am in?"

"Under no circumstance will you be permitted to walk into the Council Chambers in such a state. Come with me this instant." the unnamed Jedi Master took Kyric by a loose strand of bandage hanging from his wrist and yanked him off toward the dormitories.

Now...

Even after cleaning up for the implicit purpose of a meeting with Master Sal-Soren, Kyric found himself wandering the halls of the temple again to pass the time. Master Fancy-Pants deemed it prudent not to tell Kyric the head Jedi wasn't in or taking appointments at the time only after Kyric went through all the trouble of gussying up.

Very annoying.

Rather than sit and stew, the kiffar followed a holomap of the temple to the training facilities. Fifteen minutes passed before he finally spotted it at the end of a winding corridor. A smile formed the instant he cleared the threshold and spotted the course.

Unfortunately, someone else was there.

"Dagnabbit," Kyric muttered weakly to himself and wandered over to a bench. He slipped his poncho off, then tightened the newly acquired bandages wound around his ruined arms. "Better one than 100, huh?" He set to work moving through a warmup routine of stretches; his mind drifting aimlessly to the last time he and Inosuke trained together.

Good times, that.

Kyric wandered up to a nearby bar and started with some light exercise to get the blood pumping.

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Tags: Catarina Talen
Nearby: Brandyn Sal-Soren | Cerys Dyn | Zahari Kaan | Kas Larsen | Katarine Ryiah

 

[Vodet]

The Yinchorri shook his massive head as he used his walking staff to enter the Naboo Temple. The world was beautiful, a mixture of high technology and high life, but blending into the natural world. It gave him great pleasure to walk its grasses. And swim its waters, when he had the moments. The fish here were fantastic. Not Kattadan good, but sunny salt water seas versus the swampy depths of the inner-planetary seas were comparing two vastly different ecosystems. Something that Vodet knew much about having scoured the Scar Worlds before leaving.

He had brought his modified transport to the capital of the High Republic, a quick trip from Alliance to Republic space, with tidings from the Kattadan Enclave. He was hoping to extend the Enclave’s records, artifacts, and holocrons to the Jedi of the High Republic, in a vein similar to the Academy Network of old. Should it be Coren Starchaser here?

Yes, but the man clearly was retired, and off doing his best to rescue anyone who needed it.

The Yinchorri was amazed at how many soft skins and drylanders there were. There were so many beings, but he supposed his race’s approach to the Jedi made him the weird one. And some of these beings had floppy ears and looked a bit tasty. Lumbering and assisted with the cane, he made his steps into the temple, making his way towards the library, and the Enclave assembly rooms.

 

[Echo Athoth]

Naboo
Tags: Cerys Dyn , Zahari Kaan , Jace Rhane

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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The door beside her slid open, and a couple of younglings bungled out. Cerys gave them an unamused, yet cursory glance. "This is the dining hall. You are not required to eat here. But I do. And you are invited to join me as much as you wish."

"Let's not run in the halls now!"

A voice called out from within the dining hall as the younglings barreled out of the door. Echo Athoth for the projection of her voice, did not present much emotion. She had simply come to retrieve her meal and was off to perform matters in the archives once more. She had been squirreled away with archival matters for so long she had missed the re-branding of the Republic to something more encompassing, a wise decision given how large it had grown. The knight paused as she took note of the two that had entered, both Togruta. Cerys Dyn was a padawan, of course, but the new individual was likely the recently captured Sith. She had heard whispers that such an individual had been in the custody of Master Sal-Soren.

It was the ankle monitor that gave such a thing away.

"Very good timing," Echo noted. "I see that you have brought Miss Kaan here with little incident. Good work, padawan Dyn. When you find availability once she has been acclimated to her new environment, I would be willing to offer tutelage within the archives. I have only begun to research the effectiveness of historical education in regards to offering a positive frame of reference for developmental growth, but my hope is to offer such solutions to the Council. Oh, before I forget."

Echo offered a bow to the new arrival.

"Echo Athoth. Archivist and head curator of Rori's Historical Museum," she greeted. "As is true of all students of the Sanctuary, I would like to make my talents available if you may find it necessary to recieve consultation."

The woman paused, adjusting her glasses for a moment.

"Ah, right. Perhaps I should not monologue and allow you to proceed in your tour. Apologies."

She was starting to get better at recognizing when she was rambling.

 

[Lorn Reingard]

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Lorn found his usual solitary spot in the dining hall, a quiet observer amidst the midday bustle. His tray was laden with food he barely registered, the steam from his nerf stew rising in a thin ribbon as his spoon moved with a familiar, almost unconscious, rhythm. His gaze, however, wasn't on his meal. Instead, it swept across the room, taking in the swirling energy of the younger Jedi like a seasoned commander surveying his troops on a chaotic field. Only, this field was a symphony of clattering dishes, boisterous laughter, and padawans darting in every direction.

The temple felt different now. It had… expanded. Grown. Since the change, the sanctuary on Naboo had blossomed into something vibrant, loud, undeniably alive. It wasn't the quiet, almost too serene kind of atmosphere Lorn was accustomed to. This was the glorious kind of chaos born from hope. From a future unfolding. And though his instinct often leaned towards the silent comfort of his stew rather than engaging with every new face, a warmth, unexpected and undeniable, spread behind his ribs, a quiet sense of pride.

He settled back into his seat, letting the lively din wash over him. This joyful disarray, this vibrant noise, it was a testament to something he'd had a hand in building. It wasn't the grim echo of war, nor the chilling whisper of betrayal. It was life. And for the first time in a long time, Lorn found a strange contentment in simply watching it unfold, without the need to mend or manage it.

@Open​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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It was night when I landed on one of the pads on the outskirts of the Sanctuary, or “Temple” or whatever it is called now. It is not my business. I am not staying long, or at least not expecting to. Only landed to check out the boards to see if there were any group classes that I could sign up for.I noticed a few flyers advertising some interesting workshops. One in particular caught my eye - a class on advanced meditation techniques. I decided to sign up, thinking it might be a good way to pass the time while I'm here.

I wish there were some other skill classes, but “beggars can’t be choosers”. Oh, hey Toobo! One of the Padawans I knew. He’s a good guy.

One convenient thing about being here tonight is I don’t need a dorm room. I have the Corvette uncle Caltin lent out.

I don’t want to intrude Echo Athoth and Cerys Dyn are down the breezeway, they look to be talking in a group.

I shouldn’t feel bad about this, I am not around… or am really a “Jedi” much anymore. Oh well.

/Open

 

[Henbane Bosk]

Master Henbane Bosk​

Tag: Vodet + OPEN​

"The Force does not ask for mastery. It asks for patience."

The hustle and bustle of the Jedi temples was something Henbane had to get used to. He had grown accustomed to the hermetic life he led on Parcelus Minor before he was displaced. The days had once passed with only the breath of leaves and the drip of dew to mark time. Now, they passed in a blur of young voices and restless boots.

He was adjusting, albeit slowly, to the Jedi lifestyle once again. It had been centuries since he had set foot in a Jedi temple, let alone one as open and sun-drenched as this. The last time Henbane had visited Naboo, it was during the early waves of the Gulag Plague. He had arrived in desperation, hoping to ease suffering, only to administer more last rites than he ever wished to remember. The rot had clung to the planet's beauty like mold on fruit.

Now it flourished again. Fresh-cut gardens lined the walkways. Sunlight filtered through ivy-wrapped arches, casting soft patterns across the temple's marble floors. The breeze carried the scent of clean water and flowering trees. Seeing Naboo bloom under the Republic's care brought a rare ease to his chest, a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.

Yet not every world had fared so well. The Sith had chewed through the galaxy in cycles, scarring soil, soul, and sky wherever they touched. Some stars never recovered. Henbane had long given up on heroism. That was for the younglings with fire in their bones and no names yet carved into stone. His path now was quieter- one of restoration, not conquest. He had come to Naboo to study the local flora, begin his rounds of the High Republic's temples, and whisper life into the roots where it had been forgotten.

He hadn't expected to feel so... surrounded. The temple pulsed with energy- children darting through colonnades, Padawans reciting mantras, lightsabers clashing softly in distant training halls. Henbane found himself drifting through the temple entrance like a ghost in layered robes, trailing the scent of moss and pressed bark. Younglings looked at him as if he were some fabled creature from the archives, half expecting him to crumble to dust.

He didn't mind. He'd lived long enough to see every friend buried, turned to myth or forgotten altogether. Solitude suited him, and connection came hard.

At least, it had, until he saw him.

A tall figure lumbered into view from the temple path, leaning on a cane, movements deliberate and weighty. A Yinchorri- if Henbane's memory served. He had only ever read of them in deep library vaults, but something about the creature's gait, his presence, resonated. An elder, another being shaped by old wars, old seas, and older wisdom.

Henbane angled his staff and began toward him. His pace wasn't quick, but steady, and their trajectories met like two rivers slowly merging. The courtyard around them shimmered with midday warmth, and Henbane's moss-fringed robes caught the light, giving him the silhouette of some half-rooted wanderer torn from the deep forest.

He raised a clawed hand toward the Yinchorri as he closed the distance. Cloaks rustled softly, the smell of crushed lichen lingering faintly on his form.

"A pleasure," he rasped, voice crisp and unhurried. His Basic came through with a thick accent, something old, difficult to pin to any system still mapped. "To meet another who has seen the galaxy longer than most."

His hand remained extended. Henbane had seen handshakes come and go across species and centuries, but he remembered they were still in fashion.

"I am called Henbane Bosk," he added after a pause. "And though I've grown used to the silence of wild places... I've learned to respect the ones who know how to fill it well."
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[Balun Dashiell]

JEDI CODED
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel, Lightsaber
TAGS: Zahari Kaan | Cerys Dyn | Jace Rhane | Kas Larsen
Katarine Ryiah | Vodet | Lorn Reingard | Echo Athoth
LOCATION: Terrace, overlooking Training Course
NEARBY: @Not paying attention

Balun Dashiell's elbows found the stone surface of the terrace railing; the young man leaned forward against the high barrier as his eyes wandered over the training course below, a cigarra in his right hand, and his mind was absent from the environment around him. To say that the Temple Lifestyle wasn't Balun's preferred manner of living was by no means an understatement, a result of a life previously forced upon him during his childhood, unresolved trauma thanks to his estranged Mother, who had given him up to the New Jedi Order as an infant.

For the first time since joining the Order of Shiraya, however, the young Kellan Dashiell had accompanied Balun back to Naboo and was spending time with the other younglings his age, monitored by one of the Jedi Knights of the Sanctuary. A classroom environment for the three-year-old boy, a creche if you will, and certainly a change of scenery, given that Balun had thus far kept Kellan's learning of the Force isolated to their discussions at home back on Joiol. He had felt it necessary, however, that Kellan interact with others his age, particularly those who were also Force Sensitive, so that his Son could socialise with others alike themselves.

This left Balun with time, the time when he did not know quite what to do. Standing there, smoking and watching as the world passed him by seemed to be a good enough answer. His mentor, Ala Quin , was at present unavailable, and Balun was not skilled at making friends easily with others. Despite the front he put on for others, projecting an air of confidence, he often seemed to fall short when it came to breaking the ice with new people and taking those first steps in awkward interactions. Discussions of the weather, how someone's day was going, how long they had been with the Jedi, and other equally empty and lifeless topics felt like hollow attempts to him, almost as if it were painfully obvious during those moments just how lonely his life had been. The idea that someone could read him so easily, the way that his Master had done so the first day they had met, was so disconcerting enough that he'd rather avoid trying altogether.

His mind moved to his father, Judah Dashiell . After running away from the New Jedi Order at fifteen years old, they had found each other two years later. Judah always seemed untouchable, whether in his professional life as a corporate pioneer or as the father of Balun and his older brother, Makai Dashiell . Bale had always looked up to his father, and yet there remained a certain distance between them that kept Balun from being able to find the words to tell him just that, as if the sentiments of the heart might somehow break the bonds they had finally built so late in his life.

Balun frowned to himself, his gaze dropping slightly as he took another drag from his cigarra. He wondered how much more he would need to battle through in life before things started to make sense and feel right within himself. He had fought in wars in the service of the Tingel Arm Coalition. He had survived battles that others hadn't, and despite refusing to call himself a Jedi, he trained under the tutelage of one. He had a Son of his own and the support of a family around him...Yet somehow none of this seemed to change the high expectations he held of himself, nor the judgment that came as a result of his failure to meet them.

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Walking Near Reception Area
Objective: Learn About Jedi Order
Tags: Brandyn Sal-Soren | Kas Larsen ((did I miss anybody directly interacting?))

They were greeted by a representative of the Council and Katarine shook his hand when offered. She knew this order was still growing and rather new, so she was surprised to see Knight Sal-Soren was already so mature. He seemed close to master in her eyes, but she did not know how things were done any longer. The Jedi used to be one cohesive unit and now they were fractured all over the galaxy. It was very different than her past.

“It is nice to meet you. My name is Katarine Ryiah and this is Kas Larsen. We are both members of the New Jedi Order but wish to learn more about the Jedi here.”

They started to walk and Katarine asked the question most on her mind. She wanted to know why the Jedi were so fractured now.

“Tell me… do you allow members of other Orders to join and train among you?”

 

[Zahari Kaan]

Location: Dining hall entrance
Wearing: Robes
Tag: Cerys Dyn Echo Athoth

"Turned over to-"

Zahari couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Pardon my chandrilan but that's bullchit." she hissed, only loud enough for her fellow Togruta to pick up.

"We both know I didn't do anything wrong. I never even graduated from Jutrand Academy."

"I for one am...glad...that you accepted my proposition and have been willing to accept training with this Order

That was... not what she expected to hear.

Should would have quirked a brow, if Togruta had hair. Instead one of the ashy markings on her forehead arched. Cerys sounded dangerously close to caring. Why she would was beyond the former sith's understanding, either some part of their strange little code or maybe just an ulterior motive.

But it was certainly an improvement.

"I... am willing to try." she shrugged.

The door suddenly opening beside her sent the girl's heart racing more than it should have, causing her to twist and turn out of the way with a practiced ease that was as graceful as it was sudden. She'd practically spun behind Cerys, just in time for the rowdy children to pass her by without collision.

"This is the dining hall. You are not required to eat here. But I do. And you are invited to join me as much as you wish."

Zahari audibly panted once or twice before the jedi's voice registered in her mind.

"Mhm." she nodded out of habit even before she fully understood.

She closed her eyes for a moment, quickly wresting control of her breathing, hopefully before anyone noticed.

"Okay, we'll call it a date then."

The girl smirked as though nothing happened, one of her dagger-like teeth catching the light the way it always did when she toyed with Cerys. If she thought Zahari was going to behave just because they pulled her out of that cell, she had another thing coming.

Thankfully another Jedi approached before Cerys would retaliate, which made it even better.

"Very good timing," Echo noted. "I see that you have brought Miss Kaan here with little incident.

"Miss Kaan~?" her lips curled into a smug little expression.

This was a grand improvement from "prisoner" or "little sith."

The archivist, as Zahari soon learned, made an interesting offer then, and one could almost see the girl mulling it over in her head.

"Echo Athoth. Archivist and head curator of Rori's Historical Museum," she greeted. "As is true of all students of the Sanctuary, I would like to make my talents available if you may find it necessary to recieve consultation."

"Well thank you, Miss Athoth. I do enjoy history."

She beamed a fanged little smile up at Echo, but this one seemed more genuine than before.

"Actually it was one of my favorite studies. If my previous education might be of use in expanding your archives, do tell."

"I think I'll be paying regular visits either way. The history of your order is admittedly quite new for me."

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: In the main text of the post
Objective: Get Food. Don't get caught.

Painting. Training. Some more painting. Then some more training. That had been Phillip's routine the past couple of days. The Temple had felt more and more active with every passing moment. Phillip wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it himself. Change wasn't something he enjoyed. Yet he took content in believing that he belonged here now. The Order was no longer some place he had ran away to so he could get away from his family and make a name for himself. It was somewhere he felt like he belonged as he tried his hardest not to run through the halls. Mostly he was trying not to get spotted by any of the Knights or Masters in the Temple, considering the fact his robes were stained with various different colours. Different hues of paint stained along his sleeves that he hadn't even realised about before it was too late...

"Pardon me Cerys. And...Miss with Cerys."

Phillip lowered his head both towards Cerys Dyn and the stranger of Zahari Kaan . Well. That was slightly unfair if he thought about it. Cerys was technically a stranger to him as well. Yet he was doing his best to try and be more friendly and social. Now, you might ask yourself, why would Phillip go to the dining hall instead of going straight to his dorm to change his robes? Well. There is a very simple answer for that question. The Lad was hungry. He had cleaned off enough paint anyway in his eyes. It wasn't as if his hands were stained in the stuff anymore.

Either way, he attempted to slip into the dining hall whilst trying to stay hidden from certain other members of the Order. Knight Echo Athoth seemed busy enough talking to Cerys and Cerys'...friend. Yeah, we'll use the word friend. So that wasn't too bad. It was more important in his eyes for him to try and stay hidden from Lorn Reingard as Phillip focused on trying to move past groups of other Padawans. Alright. Get some food and then get out of here. That wasn't...going to be too difficult...Right?

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
Tags: Brandyn Sal-Soren | Katarine Ryiah | OPEN
Location: Naboo | Jedi Temple | Hallway
Objective: Meet the Council | Socialise | Join the Order
Mentions: Mellomere | Vizion Trozky | Tirenn Kaelith

Kas glanced over towards Brandyn Sal-Soren who left the Council Chambers and introduced himself to both Katarine Ryiah and him as they waited. The young apprentice returned a nod to the Jedi Knight greeting him. Another friendly face Kas was able to interact with.

Extended his own arm and hand out to politely handshake Brandyn's hand once the Council representative got round to him. A smile appeared on Kas' face as the trio spoke to each other.

"Kas Larsen. I came from the Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order. Like Master Ryiah. It started out where I arrived on Jakku and found a Jedi Enclave there. I met Jedi Knight Vizion Trozky to undergo Investigator and Sentinel training with them." Kas paused to take a breath for a few.

When Kas met Vizion and they trained together where Kas advanced further not only as a Jedi but in the sub-class and specialisation of a Jedi Sentinel and Jedi Investigator. To which that came into fruition throughout his assignment with his mentor, Katarine, a Jedi Master and Investigator. They both displayed excellent work on Coruscant together.

"I came to Naboo a few times to find Master Trozky to learn and train more with him. I'm always open to learn and train with other Jedi. Ended up meeting students too Mellomere and Tirenn Kaelith on one of my visits." Kas mentioned other Jedi he met on Naboo during his visits.

In some discussions with his twin sister, Seri and young brother, Caden. They said that Jedi are one in the same in their perspectives. No matter which order they reside and train within. Kas was open-minded all thanks to his mother's upbringing and support from Seri.

"I'm always keen and open to learn from all Jedi that offer any training to help keep the peace and shine a beacon of light to fill hope among those who need it sometimes." Kas said.

The young hybrid of an Epicanthix and Keshian walked with both Brandyn Sal-Soren and Katarine Ryiah speaking about his journey as a Jedi. He was calm and relaxed while exploring the temple.