Jedi Convention - 851ABY (open to all Jedi)

[Cerasi Kent]

Name Cerasi Kent
Looking for Instructor X
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade ___
Services Offered ______________

Cerasi was perched on a bar stool in the bow sipping a glass of blue milk. Observant blue-grey eyes scanned the people around her, all with name tags, all engaging in some kind of conversation. Making deals, making arrangements, making alliances. No one had approached Cerasi yet. That was mainly because she was too shy to even try making any semblance of initiating a conversation. Even though it had been a few years, the death of her previous master still rang fresh in her mind with a wound not yet fully healed. However, as much as she missed Master Hon Shu, she knew that he would want her to find a new master and keep training. He always told her that she was strong in the Force and that her mind was clear. If that was true, then a master finding her would be no problem.

Yet here she was, alone. Drinking her milk while everyone else had alcohol. A part of her regretted coming.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Cerasi Kent"]

Junko had been seeing what they were selling and perhaps she would contact [member="Jorus Merrill"], to see if he had any ideas of upgrades she could get for her ship. Some of the others here though she wasn't certain of while she continued to walk around and stood at the bar getting a small drink. Eyes flicking over the people there until she saw someone not drinking the normal alcohol. Milk was not exactly her cup of tea... well tea was but as she walked in the jedi knight remained there for a moment until her hand appeared with a small nod of her head. "Hello." Junko said it while she was looking at the others and held up her hand. "Some hot water please." She produced from a small slip of her sleeve tea bags with a look on her face.

 

[Jsc]

Jay leaned against the bar. Watching his phone intently. Pondering quietly.


"Interesting."

He mused with a sip of his ale. On his phone's screen lay the detailed datafeed of the Grand Jedimoot taking place elsewhere in the galaxy. The center of all things "Jedi" and "Major Faction" these days. Ha. Yeah. One great big "Why can't we all be friends" convention. And, surprisingly, it was going pretty good thus far.

"Welp. No new Super Jedi Order vote yet. But, I guess the whole "Jedi Galactic Committee to talk about things without making promises" thingy seems... Erm,.. Promising? Ha."

He turned around and faced the crowd. Stilling smiling. Still shaking his head at the silliness of it all.

"The more things change, eh? Heh. Yeah."

He took another sip of his ale and nodded. Welp. At least the booze was good. It made watching this silly Jedimoot from the sidelines at least somewhat enjoyable. Sheesh.

 

[Karion]

Once karion got off his ship; he was greted by a rusty, yet kind droid. "Please fill out this form and keep it with you. It will help aid in what you are here for young jedi. Others are here, so feel free to walk around." The droid spoke in a montoned voice but had a sense of cheerfulness to him. Karion took the form and filled it out properly.
Name Karion Aneaus
Looking for Instructor yes
Looking for Student no
Looking for Sparring Partner no
Barter and Trade no
Services Offered Skilled in niman and Ataru. Looking for master to become a master of the jedi practice.
Once the droid left karion went to look for others. His heart and mind full of hope that he could join the ranks of a faction. He saw a group and headed to them.

"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do."

 

[Jsc]

The Jedimoot elsewhere in the galaxy was starting to whine down. Jay nodded to the newsfeed on his phone and leaned against the bar with a smile.

"Not bad."

It appeared that everyone had agreed to host a physical meeting location to allow for further talks. Interesting. It was baby steps sure. But at least it had been a civil meeting.

"Welp. Guess I'm done here."

Jay winked at the barman and applauded his good patience. With the Jedimoot complete, old Masaki had no reason to linger.

"Cheers mate! Here's a toast to the future of Jedi board meetings in space! Adios."

And then he headed for the exit. Next stop, home.