Private Life on canvas

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre nodded, pleased they agreed on that much.

"Did you ever prevent any during the Clone Wars?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "I don't mean the war itself. I don't think either of us could have stopped something that large."

She smiled faintly, remembering.

"My Master and I managed to stop a few skirmishes before they became battles." Her gaze drifted for a moment. "Nothing history would remember. Just local disputes that might have claimed lives if someone hadn't stepped in."

She looked back to Nolan.

"I've always thought those quiet victories mattered just as much as the famous ones."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I did stop the republic from occupying mandalore” he sighed “my loyalty was to the Jedi and mandalore not the republic I was one of the few Jedi that disagreed with the Jedi serving the republic and not the people of the galaxy”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre listened without interrupting, considering his words before giving a slow nod.

"I can understand that." Her voice was thoughtful rather than argumentative. "The Republic and the Jedi were never meant to become the same thing. We served the people first. Sometimes that meant working alongside the Republic...and sometimes it meant questioning it."

She held the palette lightly in her hands.

"Loyalty can be complicated." A small smile touched her lips. "You were trying to honor both the Order and your home. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Her expression softened.

"The important question, at least to me, is whether the people of Mandalore were better off because of your decision." She tilted her head slightly. "If they were...then I'd say you followed the very heart of what it means to be a Jedi."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“mandolore has survived for thousands of years and even though the empire destroyed our civilization we refused to give up” Nolan sighed remembering what he had heard from a smuggler about what happened to mandalore he wished he could’ve been there to help his people but he came to terms with the reality that if he did try to help then he would’ve died

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre's expression softened with understanding. She knew what it was like to wish you could have been somewhere, to wonder if your presence might have changed history.

"The Mandalorians were our allies back then." she said quietly. "I've never had any reason to think poorly of them."

She looked down at the palette in her hands for a moment.

"Even in this era, I worked alongside a Mandalorian before the government I belonged to fell." A faint, bittersweet smile appeared. "It was the same government my husband helped lead. We didn't always agree on everything, but I trusted him with my life, and he trusted me with his."

Her eyes returned to Nolan.

"Your people have endured more than most civilizations ever should." She nodded respectfully. "The fact that Mandalore still stands, despite everything that's been taken from it, says a great deal about the people who call it home."

Aether Verd (since the ME is being talked about) Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yes we are resilient”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre smiled and gave a small nod.

"Not just resilient." She looked at him thoughtfully. "Loyal. I've always admired that about the Mandalorians."

A curious expression crossed her face.

"Can I ask you something?" She shifted the palette in her hands. "How exactly do the clans work these days?" A quiet laugh escaped her. "I worked alongside Mandalorians, but I never truly took the time to understand how they organized themselves. I know the names of some clans, of course, but I never learned how decisions were made or how everyone fit together."

Her smile remained warm.

"I'd be interested to hear it from someone who actually lives it."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Since the near extinction of mandalore our queen Bo katan of house kryze decided that we would be stronger if we were all one single clan and there was no objection so from that day on we are now known simply as clan mythosaur”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre listened with genuine interest, though by the time Nolan finished, a faint smile had found its way to her face.

She gave her head a gentle shake.

"That isn't the case anymore." she said kindly. "When I first arrived in this era, I learned the clans had begun standing on their own again."

She thought back to the Mandalorians she'd come to know.

"House Kryze remains respected, but the clans have returned. They're united when they need to be, yet each has its own identity once more." She smiled. "The last I knew, the Mand'alor was Aether the Iron of House Verd."

Her expression grew thoughtful.

"The galaxy has a habit of changing while we're away." A quiet chuckle escaped her. "Sometimes catching up feels like the hardest part of living in this era."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“guess I’ve missed more than I thought” Nolan gave an embarrassed smile

 

[Iandre Athlea]

A soft laugh escaped Iandre, warm rather than teasing.

"What did you expect after nine hundred years, Nolan?" she asked with a gentle smile. "Nothing remains the same for that long."

Her expression became more reflective.

"I used to believe our Order was eternal." She looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "That no matter what happened, the Jedi would always endure unchanged."

She gave a small shake of her head.

"Then I woke up in this era." A faint smile returned. "The Order I knew was gone, civilizations had risen and fallen, and people I loved had become history. It taught me that change is inevitable."

"The important thing isn't whether things change." She smiled warmly. "It's deciding which parts of ourselves we're determined to carry forward."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I had the same thought I thought that the order would last forever but then everything changed”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre nodded slowly. There was comfort, in a way, in speaking to someone who understood that particular loss.

"I think many of us believed that." she admitted quietly. "Not because we thought ourselves invincible, but because we believed the ideals we served were too important to ever disappear."

A thoughtful smile touched her lips.

"I don't think we were entirely wrong." She glanced toward the families enjoying the park. "The Order fell. The Temple fell. But compassion, service, and hope survived. They simply found new people to carry them."

Her eyes met Nolan's once more.

"Perhaps that's what truly endures." She smiled gently. "Not buildings, governments, or even Orders...but the people willing to live by those ideals."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I still don’t know what happened to the temple it could’ve been turned into a museum for all I know”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

A wistful smile crossed Iandre's face as she thought of the Temple she had once called home.

"The Temple as we knew it on Coruscant has been raised...and rebuilt...more than once." she said quietly. "Ours is little more than a distant memory now."

She sighed softly.

"Coruscant itself has changed hands many times over the centuries." She looked thoughtfully at Nolan. "A Sith faction controls the planet now, so I imagine whatever stood there has likely been destroyed...or remade...yet again."

Her expression remained gentle despite the melancholy of the subject.

"Buildings come and go." She rested a hand lightly against her chest. "What matters is that the ideals we carried survived in those willing to live by them. In that sense...the Temple never truly disappeared."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Woah the sith are still alive and I’ve been doing nothing” Nolan was shocked and disgusted that the sith were alive and occupying his home “I have to do something but I need to be smart about it”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre slowly raised a calming hand, her expression remaining composed.

"Easy, Nolan." she said gently. "Take a breath."

Setting the palette aside, she rolled back the sleeve of her tunic just enough to reveal the pale, jagged scars that raked across her upper arm.

"A Sith gave me these." Her fingers brushed lightly over the old wounds. "I've fought them. I've lost friends to them. And I've watched good people die trying to stand against them."

She met his eyes with quiet conviction.

"You won't beat them alone." She gave a small shake of her head. "The Sith endure because they are organized, patient, and willing to wait for the right moment. If you rush toward them out of anger, you'll only give them another victory."

A reassuring smile returned.

"Be smart." She nodded approvingly. "Find allies. Learn this era. Understand the people and the conflicts before you choose where to stand. The Force gave you a second chance, Nolan. Don't spend it in your first battle."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Your right once again the hot headed fool in me took over but yes I need to think about my options”

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre smiled warmly, encouraged that he'd stopped to think instead of acting.

"There's nothing wrong with passion." she said gently. "It simply needs wisdom beside it."

She considered him for a moment before offering a suggestion.

"You could look into the High Republic." Her smile remained easy. "I'm sure they would welcome someone with your experience. They've certainly welcomed me."

Her gaze drifted briefly toward the painting before returning to Nolan.

"They've helped me through the loss of my husband...and the government we served together." There was sadness in her voice, but it no longer overwhelmed her. "I've also made a very good friend among their Jedi. They reminded me that healing is just as important as serving."

"You don't have to carry the weight of this new era by yourself." She smiled reassuringly. "There are good people here who would be glad to walk beside you."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“Perhaps I can ask them how they would handle dealing with the sith”