Kingmakers

[RC 212]

[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Rainer Altman"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member=Tarok]

She was never a part of this from the start. But as a young student of the Force Seraya had been drawn here. ever since she'd fled the Order and the Republic for their dogmatic narrow minded view things had taken a wry turn. she'd been trained under a Warden of the Sky whom happened to be another Jedi Master in Exile. though Master Tyrian Drexel would never refer to himself as master.

Long hours of solitude visiting an abandoned enclave on Dantooine had coughed up a lead that lead her here. She'd felt tremendous echoes in the force, as if thousands of voices had called out at once and then were suddenly silenced. As she listened she narrowed her eyes and clasped her hands behind her back. She'd only arrived two days ago, on board one of the refugee vessels. She had no armies, nor amazing powers. What she had was the will to do right by folks, and the utter obedience to the force that most Jedi lacked.

She was here for one reason and one reason alone.

The force willed it so.

As the speeches were given she balked a bit, and retreated inwards. with her eyes closed now she sampled the currents of the force swirling about the square. There was so much going on here. Pain and suffering, jubilation from some. There was the Dark Side and the Light Side hanging in a precarious balance. She had been taught that to embrace the force on had to understand the full picture, to use both sides as a whole.

Still her own moral code favoured the light. The light was tainted it seemed. Rumors of these Galactic Alliance Jedi putting down Atrisians like dogs didn't set well with the young woman. In addition the prospect of seeing so many suffering at once demanded her attention.

She strode forwards now through the crowds. Both hands were still clasped behind her back as she flowed like water through the throngs of disorganized folks and up through the organized Ranks of the Legions. Finally she came to the front of the stage, taking a place beside Drox.

With a simple gesture she bowed, and then locked eyes with the strongest of the force users in the crowd. If their minds were quiet enough and their wits true they'd hear her silent reassurance echoing through the force. A pledge of sorts. Not to an emperor or a king. Not to an Empire or a Dominion. But to the people it held, to the Force, to the way that was righteous and just.

Justice would not perish from these peoples grasp. And she would be its championing agent...

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched and listened to the speeches as people took to the stage. Most were from the people from this region, and those that helped in the battle of Atrisia.

She was not one of those people.

Her planet was half a Galaxy away, far enough away to not hold any influence here. During the battle of Atrisia, she could do no more but send moral support to the people there being so wronged by a government that claimed to be good. It was all false. Her kidnapping didn't help matters either. By the time that she was brought back to Commenor, the battle was over.

Everything had changed, including herself. The Galaxy was going topsy turvey and at times Kay wondered if she was stuck in the Mirrorverse again. But no. Her connection to [member="Veiere Arenais"] proved that.

The roar of the crowds at times was deafening as more speeches were made, more cheers and salutes to the Dominion were called out. Hopefully this government would stick to it's goals and not faulter. She would do what little she'd be allowed. If anything it would give her more time in Veiere's company. One of these days they'd be able to live the quiet life outside of the public eye. Perhaps they'd have to earn that right. Maybe that's what this was all about. The Force had a mean sense of humour for constantly putting obsticles in their path. Regardless it kept them more determined.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Rainer Altman"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Tarok"] [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Now that his part in the ceremony was over and the allies and diplomats, representatives of other worlds and leaders of the military were allowed to stand up and speak their piece to the Dominion, Veiere took a step away. It all seemed to be a bit over his head, though the job itself he felt he could do confidently, being in such a public light was not among his top three of best of times. The Jedi in him reminded him that such places in politics were not to be something wanted but only mediated in upon the highest need, for urgency in the sake of others, which technically was exactly what had pitched him to the role to begin with. That and Cyril's recorded wish before his death.

'King Regent...-Archlord...' he thought to himself as his gaze swept across the great hall, peoples of all kinds of silks and fashionable fabrics costing a months wages for those who had likely made them, all looked to the stage in pride and admiration yet Veiere thought of the lesser districts, those who had fewer things in life to appreciate, 'Cyril what have you involved me in...'. A faint curl took to the corner of his mouth as he wondered what the former leader would make of him, would he be pleased with these changes had he the life to be able to observe. Veiere had always been so cautioning of him, perhaps even cautious of him to an extent, Cyril had been a Sith fueled by his ambitions and surrounded by the Darkside of the Force after all. It was only natural for Veiere to have suspicions of his friend and brother though he was thankful that, if he had such intentions of manipulation or anything ill for Veiere, he had never played upon them.

Glancing to [member="Cedric Grayson"] for a moment, he wondered how the youth felt about all of this. He hadn't really had a choice in the matter, he was simply forced to follow in line for the benefit of the people and yet here he stood, a little lost yet none the less the true blood heir of Ession and of the Dominion itself. In truth, Veiere would only be paving the way for this young lad and it was there that his primary focus would lay, training the boy in both the Force and Virtues that Veiere himself held. Though he wouldn't openly admit it, his father wasn't the best role model for the boy, he had been too eager to enter the fight and for this young one, Cedric of whom was innocent of his fathers past acts, Veiere hoped he could shape him into a leader both humble and true to the needs of his people.

[member="Rainer Altman"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Tarok"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] | [member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Darson Rade"] | [member="Jagger Fuga"] | [member="Tiberius Varro"]