Jedi Convention - 851ABY (open to all Jedi)

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC: This thread is open to all Jedi and sorta-Jedi. No Darksiders, please, though there's room for 'iffy.’

In your first post, please fill out the nametag template so people know, IC and OOC, what you're interested in doing.

IC: Upon boarding the old Mon Cal starliner, each Jedi received a nametag from a rusty droid. The tag had a number of boxes to check:

Name __________
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade ___
Services Offered ______________

Jorus took a grease pencil from his tool belt and filled in his tag.

Name ___Cpt. J.Q. Merrill___
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade _X_
Service Offered ___Ships modified___

Droids directed the visitors to large, futzy, holographic maps. Labels sparked helpfully.

BOW SECTION: Bar and mess hall
OBSERVATION DECK: Swap meet under the stars
CARGO HOLD THREE: Training equipment here
THEATRE: Intel sharing, partnership, mission planning

Jorus lingered at the map, sipping his can of lum.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge didn't make a habit of going to 'Jedi' meetings. The last one he'd officially gone to had involved the Grandmaster bringing a Sith to it, proclaiming him to be a friend, and then half the Order leaving because they didn't like that some people used harsh language instead of flowers. He chose to remember it that way because the whole thing had made him angry. Not angry in a violent manner, but angry in the fashion of a disappointed parent. The Jedi could do better.

They should have done better.

Instead half of them had left because debating the merits of their many tenants and what they, as a group, stood for was a little too difficult to people who'd devoted themselves to the helping of others. Yes, it still made him angry, deep, deep down.

But it was a cold anger now.

And it was with the vague anger in his heart that his armored form stopped next to Jorus. This time, he wasn't a tank. It was just some light beskar plating, covered by a cater coat, hood down so that the leather pooled around his neck and framed his angular, scarred features. Black eyes that glimmered like water underneath a crescent moon scanned the same map his old friend was studying.

"Jorus."

It wasn't a hello; more just an acknowledgement.

He also didn't have a nametag. He hated nametags.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

Name ____Seydon Gunn______
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade _X__
Services Offered _Sithspawn Hunting_

Seydon affixed the dog-eared tag over his coat and refastened the stained blood cape, retrieving a small leather bale rolled in thick twine from a security station installed between the hanger bay and the Starliner proper. He tucked its weight under an arm, pulling the scarf under his chin, allowing an ident-scanner mounted above the entry portcullis to wash his face in static projection grids. Verified, vetted, the Dunaan adjusted the bale, sauntered up to a holo-display projecting deck-by-deck general floor plans. Custodial rooms, maintenance access points, and ‘Staff Only’ quarters looked omitted.

“Theatre... Bow Section... Alright.” Seydon stepped off and moseyed up the passage hall.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

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Redacted.

Apologies. Changing things up with characters and concepts I just have no idea what to do with at the moment. If this is still going after the name change, I'll pop back in.

 

[Junko Ike]

Name Junko Ike
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student Yes
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade Yes
Services Offered Custom Equipment

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

The small gleam was there with a small look as her ship the Kōgō Heika arrived. The large palace was more or less for show but pretty on the outside with the golden center of it and Junko walked with the small escort towards her airlock. Allowing the small honor guard that had been gifted to her a chance to stay on the ship. She had seen some of these and they generally went without incident just people meeting when she finished applying the solari make up. Micro shards of the crystal there she could feel on her skin as she stopped there for a moment. Allowing herself to speak to herself when sh looked up from under thick black lashes and focused a little on the white current.

A small glamour was all she needed to straighten her hair instead of letting some fo the loose strands that were coming undone. The soft clink clink of the crystals as they struck each other in her Hair Piece. It gave Junko a small look with the Princess Kimono robes that she was wearing. The vine silk shiny and a sky blue that was almost white with trim of earthy brown. Her belt a sash of black with the interior of her Sasori Cracken field kit hidden while her White Lotus Blade was on her hip. The white of the bone gleaming as it caught the light just right. The electrum polished so that everything about her showed she kept her appearance up to present herself as the best for whoever she was meeting.

The sounds of the airlock opening came to her with a small woosh of air to blow her hair up. Her hands clasping in front of her while she was speaking and getting the nametag filled out. Fingers delicately within the sleeve of her robe touching the Sasori Circlet that she had on her wrist for the one arm. On the other was her Chevron Pad for access to the library monolith station. Biometrics to give her and her alone when she had it from this one. Her hair obscuring the Murr Earrings she had on before continuing in and seeing there was not many people here yet. She was curious about who might show up before walking around. Her hands in front of her waist and eyes flicking back and forth.

She was getting somewhat of an idea of the ship from the maps while she walked before allowing her geta to tap on the metal. She was looking at the observation deck in case there was anything interesting that might have come from other jedi across the galaxy. She didn't always see a lot from the world she was working to help out. Staying in one place when she saw someone she knew... skipping and letting his hair bounce a little. "Master Xantha." Her voice came out soft and silky at almost barely a whisper but it was audible, something you could hear across a room or thought was only being spoken to you. Practice for a moment until Junko offered the barest hint of a smile.

 

[Darth Athora]

Lora quickly began filling out the nametag before attaching it to her top and putting a smile on her face.

Spoiler

Name Lora Seren
Looking for Instructor X
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade ___
Services Offered ____________

Lora wandered about the bow of the starship, searching for someone to chat it up with.

 

[Fen]

A man in earth-toned robes alighted from his starship and walked with sure stride toward the entryway. Tall by most human standards, but not a giant. His pale ivory features bore a certain stern set, as if a mason had chiseled the stony expression long ago.

A droid, rusted carapace nearly the same deep auburn shade as the man's hair, held up a piece of flimsi.

"Greetings, what is your designation?"

My what?

Oh.

"Ryan Korr..." he quirked an eyebrow. "What is this?"

"A nametag. Please fill it out before entering."

"Do you have a-"

The droid produced a pen.

"Thank you." Korr picked up the tag, eyes narrowing.

Name Ryan Korr.

Easy enough.

Looking for?

He paused, staring at the different lines, and realized he did not entirely know why he was here. No specific purpose. No mission. Just... to see what the Jedi were these days, outside the Alliance. Checking one of the boxes felt like closing the doors to the others. He left them blank and handed the pen back.

"Welcome," said the droid in an unenthusiastic monotone.

"Thank you."

Slowly, Ryan strode inside.

 

[Kael Rose]

Name ____Kael Rose_______
Looking for Instructor__________
Looking for Student_____________
Looking for Sparring Partner_________
Barter and Trade_____X______
Services Offered_Blaster Modification___

Kael thought he was drunk. He didn't feel drunk, but he had to have been, right? Him, around a bunch of Jedi? Kael was a Jedi once, but that was a loooong time ago. He was a drifter now. Even dressed the part. Loose fitting dusters and a couple blasters holstered at his side. They were his pride and joy, a couple of triple-barrel revolvers. Built for fighting people who relied on lightsabers too much. Truth be told though, Kael didn't hold a lot against the Jedi in general. Just wasn't a fan of some of the particulars. Wasn't for him anymore. Maybe if he was a better man.

Was that was he was trying to be? By being here? Perhaps. He didn't know. But maybe he's meet someone worrh talkin too. Figure out his precarious situation. Never hurt to try. Checking the map he decided to head to the observation deck. Maybe he'd find good business. Maybe he'd find answers. Only time would tell.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Leo flitted with his name tag as he attempted to attach it to his chest before realising how stupid he must have looked and quickly stuffed it into his pocked, that was sure to please Jorus. He began striding the halls of the star liner, whistling a delightful tune as he went, hand buried deep in his pockets. His attire was casual, put together from his strewn clothes that lay about his ship, with some of his armour to fit.

Leo just wanted to converse with some of the many jedi that would be attending the event, make some new acquaintances, but if he could score a deal, or test his skills while he was at it, he didn't mind.

| [member="Kael Rose"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Lora Seren"] | [member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Seydon"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] |

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Name: Jessica Med-Beq
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade _X__
Services Offered: Ships, heavy weapons

Jessica got to fly her new very own Elite Neimoidian Yacht, with her old Neimoidian Yacht being given an overhaul and a songsteel hull, to the old Mon Cal starliner. Hopefully other Jedi won't be attempting to consider her as a mere rockball cheerleader or a bimbo cantina dancer; these two terms came back to haunt her in her nightmares about Ossus; however much she would like to think that her body somehow has some flexibility, it's easy to think that these terms appeared negatively in these nightmares. Especially not [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Junko Ike"] or [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]. She fought with Jorus on Tartarus, Junko she met once regarding large repulsorlift generators, and Sor-Jan about the landing gears' programming. And also [member="Leo Vandermolen"] on Asop, where she couldn't use Electric Judgment or pyrokinesis because of the hazards it would cause. But new faces would be here for the meeting; hopefully she could get some heavy weapons sold or ships even. But would there be anybody wanting any of those items onboard?

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Well, this little convention was... Interesting.

He had arrived, with an entourage of his students if they had accepted the invitation. The students invited included [member="Douglas Starwind"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Yag'dril"], [member="#24061"], [member="Anora Vahn"], [member="Eenia Vahn"], [member="Seskel Sangrey"], [member="Auron Song"] and [member="Mason Raxsted"]. Either way, with his entourage, he had walked in and was immediately handed a nametag. Blinking a few times, he took a pencil and just casually scribbled along it.

Name _____Joshua DragonsFlame____
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Students _Yes_
Looking for Sparring Partner _Sure_
Barter and Trade ___
Services Offered ______Jedi Stuff_______

Not really sure about the purpose of the nametags, Josh would take a breath as he stepped forward, looking around. He considered just going and getting plastered, but it was tempting to check out what was on the floor first. He would look back to make sure he had a headcount of which Padawans he brought with him...

 

[Douglas Starwind]

The Padawan had arrived alongside his Master [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] to this curious little convention. Many different types of Jedi were apparently going to be here, although Doug was not entirely sure what he would get out of this. It didn't hurt for him to show up as he probably would figure it out in due time. When Doug walked in, he too was handed a nametag with some information he could scribble down about himself. Doug looked it over and after some pondering, grabbed a pencil and went to writing down the appropriate information. His handwriting looked a bit... Poor, but it was still legible. There weren't very many options to write down on this nametag, but maybe being open for a sparring match wouldn't hurt.

Name ____Douglas Starwind____
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner _Sure_
Barter and Trade ___
Services Offered ____Padawan Skills?____

Doug glanced around the starliner that this little event was taking place on. He noticed that there was a holographic map detailing some specifics things with their locations. More social matters it looked like... There was a place to drink and eat food at this bow section, a... Swap meet under the stars at the observation deck? He guessed it was just a way to meet new people. There was also training equipment at a cargo hold and a place for general planning and sharing of information at this theater.

There was a bit more to do than he initially would've thought, but what would he go look for first exactly? He would probably need to ponder over that alongside Josh and any other Padawans that showed up with them.

 

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It had all been humbling in a way. Unfair, pointless, and ultimately cruel, but humbling.

Cedric drew in a sharp breath as he stepped off the shuttle. He'd come alone, opting to move on the more anonymous side for now. It had been a very long time since he'd had the opportunity to speak with other Jedi outside of a war council.

That was all it was going to be, wasn't it?

War.

The name tag looked out of place pinned to his long fur coat. He peered down at it with a furrowed brow.

Name: Cedric Grayson

Looking for Instructor: N/A

Looking for Student: N/A

Sparring Partner: N/A

Barter: Possibly

Services Offered: N/A

The youth pressed onward into the ship. Clad in his family's traditional furs and armed only with the lightsaber at his belt, Cedric blended in remarkably well. He didn't know why he'd come here. Was it to seek guidance? Find an answer to his failings? Perhaps to try and raise an army as his progenitors had.

Or, perhaps, he simply had no idea what to do. No idea where to even start with making another move.

Cyrene's son fought back a wave of anxiety as he turned toward the closest figure. Perhaps it was the force's will, or maybe it was the simple fact that [member="Ryan Korr"] was the only man in the room that could brood as well as he did.

He recalled the man's features from one of his father's old dossiers.

"Afternoon," his voice sounded coarser than he remembered, "You're Master Korr?" The youth asked, a brow raised.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Name _Duchess Elaine Thul
Looking for Instructor _No
Looking for Student __No
Looking for Sparring Partner _No
Barter and Trade _Weapons
Services Offered __What, I am not that sort of woman

Elaine had arrived, to see what this meeting was about. She not been to convention before, and came as she heard [member="Jorus Merrill"] would be here, and she respected him enough to come out see if she could be of use. She had some of her housecarls with her, but seeing this was not expected to be a security threat, they where in just uniforms, and a side arm. She herself was dressed in a purple dress

She made way to bow section of ship, and waited to see what this meeting was about. While she waited, she order a orange juice and wine. She liked the drink, as technically it was two of her five a day. Though she had no intention of getting drunk, she sat and waitd to see who else would come here.

 

[Briah Song]

Standing not far from his master [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] and his peers, Auron watched in silence as the commotion of the convention greeted them. He had not seen so many Jedi together in one place for a long time, and he barely recognised any of the faces around him. It was exhilarating to see so many new Jedi, and to be away from the constant barrage of training that he had almost become accustom to. Following suit, Auron scrawled on the nametag given to him.

Name: Auron Song​

Looking for an Instructor: /​

Looking for a Student: /​

Looking for a Sparring Partner:✔​

Barter and Trade: ✔​

Services Offered: Teräs Käsi basic training, rare teas for sale​

Perhaps he would find someone to spar with. Even better, someone to practice Teräs Käsi with. Or perhaps, on the wild chance that he would actually find someone interested in tea, he could make a few distance orders for his new teahouse in the process. As soon as he signed his name, he broke off from his troupe and began to mingle.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Current Locations
Map by the hangars: Jorus, [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Bow section: [member="Seydon"], [member="Lora Seren"], [member="Elaine Thul"]
Observation deck: [member="Junko Ike"], [member="Kael Rose"]
Undefined: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Douglas Starwind"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Auron Song"]

“Oh hey, Sarge, good to see you.” Jorus glanced up from the holomap and grinned at his daughter's godfather. “Glad you could make it. Better watch your back going around with no nametag in full armor. I know for a fact that Alna's got a permanent marker, the kind she uses to label the insides of reactor crucibles. That stuff just will not come off.”

Jorus poked at the holoprojector with a rusty dimensional transtator. One of the sparking labels stabilized - briefly. He shrugged and tucked the transtator back into his toolbelt.

“Heck of a turnout. Real dog’s breakfast of folks that don't run into each other much. Or anyone, really - you and I aren't even the lonewolfiest folks here. Seydon of Arda, Kael Rose, Leo Vandermolen…anyways, you decided where you're ending up yet? Toss Korr around the cargo bay, maybe?”

 

[Fen]

Bow Section
[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Lora Seren"] | [member="Elaine Thul"]

He barely took four steps into the room when the sensation hit him, a tingle along his spine. The sort of feeling a cop might get after accidentally walking into a smuggler's only cantina.

Light side presences beamed about the room, flaring candles, but in and among them hovered cimmerian entities, their auras clouded. Korr's jaw tightened. He should have expected the attendance of those who played the edge and flirted with the dark side. It did not mean he had to approve. More than one of them likely had cause to resent him.

Might have put one or two in a cell.

A young man approached him, dark of hair, with eyes like frozen pools, and a face that might have been fair had it not been littered with cruel scars, still red and angry in their youth. The face seemed oddly familiar. Echoes from the past. Korr couldn't place it.

"Yes? Have we met?"

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

All those names had crossed his metaphorical desk at one point or another, though he'd never interacted nor heard anything particularly noteworthy of any of them. It was less that they'd not done anything of note, and more that they'd not done anything of note to him. His galaxy revolved around him and his plans, and thus, since they'd not interacted with any of his plans, he didn't dig into them. If they were here, he was sure they were of note. Jorus wasn't known for associating with layabouts.

"If Alna shows up, perhaps she will write on it." He'd not seen Alna in... many years. Though he was kept abreast of her through his yearly luncheons with Mara. "In truthfulness, old friend," Sarge begins, sticking his hands into his coat pockets and turning his dark eyes to regard Jorus for the first time this meeting, "I don't know where I'll wind up.

Certainly, I'll be making sure no one is here who shouldn't. Though, I know Dragonsflame is here, and he's deserved a broken nose for many years now."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

"Well, if you get the chance, she's around. I want to say she was going to rework the backup life support. Something about porgs."

He drained the rest of the can and tossed it in a nearby receptacle.

"Could be wrong. Like heck can we keep track of each other, and that's a fact. We touch base often enough, don't get me wrong..." He rubbed the back of his neck and wished for another can.

"As for DragonsFlame, not a bad dude, just doesn't see things the same way as you or me. I hear he's bringing a metric fethton of Padawans, get some new blood around. Get'em used to diversity."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

She could also sense the presence of one [member="Elaine Thul"], to whom she sold a Khiluum unit. And also [member="Cedric Grayson"], with whom she fought the Chiloon Rift campaign. This maelstrom of memories made her a little uncomfortable, and yet she knew she would need to break the ice at some point in the convention, which was held while the remaining figures of the Silver Jedi Assembly were away at the conclave where the leaders of the different Jedi branches were positioned. But she remained close to the map by the hangars while she saw the numerous light-sided signatures coming in; she saw [member="Sarge Potteiger"] and [member="Jorus Merrill"] talking to each other. She never got a chance to meet with Sarge, even though she heard about him on multiple occasions. She suspected he was going to be a different breed of Jedi compared to her; whereas she knew she was more than simply a brain, she only heard about Sarge by name.

"Greetings, gentlemen. I'm Jessica Med-Beq, I know Jorus will remember for my role on Tartarus; as for you, Sarge, it is a honor to meet you for the first time"