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[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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He was about to snap at her when the elevator doors opened not for them, but for a third passenger. That initial split second his instincts kicked in, about to reach out and put his arm in front of Kyra in an attempt to put himself in front of her in the case this was an assassination attempt. The very next blink of an eye his action halted, making it just seem like a spur-of-the-moment jerking motion.

Both he and Kyra took a moment to register the request of the padawan, looking like deer caught in the headlights. Fortunately the Zeltron girl was quicker at responding than he, allowing the young man to join them on their ride to the Archives.

He only wished he wouldn't have to stand so close to her now that there were three of them inside the limited space.

"Sup," he glanced over at the newcomer, reluctantly socialising. It was safe to say he was feeling very out of place.

Kyra slipped past him out the door as they reached level three, seemingly feeling the need to prove herself the proactive of the pair. The tall Valkyri lumbered behind, unable to share in her excitement. As she slowed to recall the directions, Thirdas pushed past her in his single-minded purpose to reach the Archives.

Turning right past the meditation chamber, where several Jedi sat around in their brown bath robes, he set foot inside the Jedi Archives and was taken aback at just the sheer amount of information must be available in a place like that. How would one even know where to look first?

"Where to now?"

Kyra Perl | Leon Gallo ​

 

[Loske Treicolt]

PROSPERITY // HALLS OF HEALING // CRYSTAL ROOM
INTERACTING WITH: Bernard of Arca // Dhalinar Greystar ​

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"That's the thing ...,"
"I never really ..."
"You know, I-"

Loske listened as though Bernard were about to say the most interesting thing in the world. It was nice to talk when you knew someone was listening. Her slouched position straightened slightly, and her eyes kept trained on the subtleties of his expression, mind only wandering for the briefest of instances. Something about imagining the Arkanian at a Sabbac table with his placidity triumphing hand after hand. Otherwise, she was surprisingly patient. Discourse was perhaps the only time she evidenced forbearance.

Since both Loske and Bernard were seated, it gave the new arrival an equal opportunity for making eye contact. The would-be Kiffar managed this rather quickly, blinking once at the peaceful introduction and timely arrival of someone who looked as sage as she hoped he was.

"Good indeed, it is,"
"Agree with Knight Treicolt I and several other Masters do. The loss of young Lanik and his Padawan was felt greatly in the Force. Not simply you that feels the change in the Force."
"Accompany me on a walk, would you two?"

Knight Treicolt. Usually that didn't mean her. That was..the first time she'd heard that specific combination, and she straightened her spine at the address. As if improper posture would rip the title away.

"I must remain here by order of the Healing Circle, but Los- err, Knight Mat- Treicolt will no doubt be able to assist you, Master ..."

An apologetic smile was nodded in Bernard's direction. Things had been moving so quickly since the conception of The Alliance and friendship often meant falling into informalities.

"Was it both of us you were looking to chat with, Master Morteg?" Loske asked. She'd seen him at the assembly of Jedi for organizing against Bryn'adûl and had that advantage over her friend, doing her best to smooth over any informational gaps for introductions. "If so, mobile or not, I've already interrupted Bernard's peaceful time. I'm sure you could join us."

Glancing over to Bernard, she shrugged: "Might make your prescribed hours pass by quicker."

 

[Dhalinar Greystar]

Morteg tissked as he entered the room and jumped onto a box, plopping down with a soft thump. Three-toed feet hung off the edge of the box like a child's and hung freely, dangling back and forth.

"Peh," he waved a hand. "Old and superstitious the Healing Circle is," he said. "Know everything about propper healing they do not." He pondered this for a moment, his chin in his hands as if in deep thought. "Healing of the body and the mind they can help with," He quirked a cocky brow at the Arkanian padawan. "Help you find your way they can not. Heal your insecurities they can not. Several months you went without the Healers. Stay here for the rest of your life you can not, Padawan." He put emphasis on the word on purpose. Most Arkanians he had known as a Jedi were incredibly prideful one one aspect or another. He wasn't sure if Bernard was as well, but if the stories of his stark commitment to the Order was an indication there was something there.

"Only so far, can meditating get you. A useful Padawn you would not be, glued to crystals every day."

Loske Treicolt Bernard of Arca

 

[Mishel Kryze]

"I just have one of those faces," Mishel's tone was flat, "thanks for the directions."​

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With that, she crossed the way and left the pair to their conversation. The tech labs shouldn't be too far from here, she figured, still as Mishel kept forward all she could feel - was just how out of place she felt. While she shouldn't mark a whole group based on one interaction - there was just something about this whole thing. A massive Jedi Temple that could basically act like a weapon of war if necessary, ableit the Galactic Alliance had better ships for that purpose.​

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Mishel kept to herself as she made her way through the massive ship.​

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When Mishel finally found the tech labs, she realized. They were nice and nice they were - she could do a lot there, and maybe one day she would but for now the light leaning neutral master decided perhaps today was not the day to join the New Jedi Order. After all, you have to be a Jedi first, right Runi? And a Jedi, Mishel was not. Somewhere in these massive halls, she could claim a set of quarters for her own, but why claim that when she had a ship - a ship... Which made Mishel realize she would have to find where the Princess Leia ended up.​

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So while she began to make her way to an exit somewhere, off the boat - something pulled Mishel back. Like a hand on her shoulder that said, wait, don't go - not yet, at least. Mishel's brow furrowed, she had something to do here. The archives, she needed to head to the archives, so she made her way to a lift there was something in the archives she had to find.​

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A name lingered in the back of her mind.​

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Dawnstar.​

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[OPEN]​

[LOCATION - LIFT // HALLS // EN ROUTE TO ARCHIVES] ​

 

[Leon Gallo]

When the lift opened, Leon immediately felt tense. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed as though he was being told off through the force. It took a moment for the two to respond, though Leon noticed the man's arm briefly going up. Quickly though, the woman spoke up somewhat cheerfully.

At least the strangers were friendly. One was, at least. Leon wasn't sure about the man, who seemed reluctant to socialize at least. The woman had slightly pinkish skin, but in this galaxy that could mean any number of ancestral pairings. Zeltron maybe? It didn't really matter, but Leon took note anyway. The young Jedi wasn't sure if he'd interrupted something, and the short ride was awkward. He gave a nod the the man as he was greeted, and silently prayed for the awkward ride to end quickly.

Leon trailed behind the two as they exited, letting them lead the way. He'd spent more than enough time looking for the archives.

"Big place, huh?"

"yeah. Big place."

Like he hadn't spent the past several hours walking around just two levels of the ship. Thankfully, the archives weren't far. When they entered, Leon suddenly realized finding what he wanted was going to be a lot more difficult than just finding the archives. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for, but now, he realized finding it in this massive amount of information was going to be nigh impossible.

"Where to now?"

"If you guys need some help, I can help look for what ever you're looking for."

Hopefully they knew what they were looking for.


Kyra Perl
Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Kyra Perl]

Leon was nearly lost to the halls as Kyra kicked up her speed, the girl bumping shoulders with Thirdas in an attempt to stay ahead. Clearly the two had ... issues to work through if they were really were going to step off the ledge into the unknown together. To be fair to Thirdas, it wasn't for his own lack of trying. Kyra was remarkably good at holding grudges and pushing buttons. Literally.

As they approached the archives she jammed her metal finger into his side, taking the chance to slide around and squish through the doors first.

Ha!

"Where to now?"

"Uhhhhh." Kyra's eyes flashed wide, shooting around the pillars of books and scrolls with proper apprehension.

"If you guys need some help, I can help look for what ever you're looking for."

"Ya!" Kyra shot back, grabbing onto the lifeline before Thirdas could catch wiff of her uncertainty. She gave the tall solider another glance, constantly aware of the way his attention shifted and turned-- like he was some kind of primal threat. ...Trust between them would come in time? For Nida's sake, it needed to.

She turned her back to Thirdas, blocking him out with a cross of her arms. "We need to uh, find stuff about planets. Sith planets." The answer was vague, but Kyra was not the most familiar with the inner order of any Archives section. Books were good for like-- pressing flowers. Not alphabetizing. Still, if she wanted answers on her sisters' location, she would have to dig a bit deeper than that.

She glanced around once, then leaned into Leon and whispered, "Kavado, in particular. You got anything?"

For her, she was looking for information on a certain old scientific compound the Silvers had raided once upon a time. There had been slaves that had rescued from it-- brought back, registered, and provided new starts. Baby Nida had been one of them. When lost about the events involving her sister's fall, Kyra thought it best to start at where it all began.

Kavado.

Thirdas Heavenshield Leon Gallo

 

[Bernard]

Halls of Healing, Crystal Room

Loske Treicolt Dhalinar Greystar

An apologetic smile was nodded in Bernard's direction. Things had been moving so quickly since the conception of The Alliance and friendship often meant falling into informalities.
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"If so, mobile or not, I've already interrupted Bernard's peaceful time. I'm sure you could join us."

Glancing over to Bernard, she shrugged: "Might make your prescribed hours pass by quicker."

He'll make up for missing that wedding someday.

"Don't feel obligated to stay," he said. "I've been through worse," the lines of artificial skin never stopped being a reminder, even after Lanik's death. "Times are busy these days, I figure you have more important business to attend."

"Only so far, can meditating get you. A useful Padawn you would not be, glued to crystals every day."

Bernard's smile faded and his eyes flicked to the short master, narrowing. A heartbeat later, he cut a chuckle short and let his expression pull into a half-grin as he turned to the master properly.

"Not much of one anyway, I'm afraid."

Times were busy. The Order wasn't numerous enough to keep the peace in all of Alliance space. A majority of those duties were the responsibility of the Marshalls. During the last two years, Bernard had spent more time playing detective than he'd spent serving the interests of the Order. In all his time alone in the Core, he never thought he'd become a glorified policeman while the Sith still breathed. Where had that righteous spirit gone?

"What was the matter you wished to discuss, Master Morteg?"

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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How did she have the energy to constantly do her utmost to get on his nerves? Were they not here for an important piece of information that would help find Nida? As in, the entire reason the two were even in the same system? Also, Kyra seemed to want to be in charge.

No, yeah, let's put the teenager with little to no field experience in charge instead of the adult, elite soldier who was also an experienced combat leader. That makes sense.

For now, though, Thirdas rolled his eyes at Kyra's immature behaviour. What his father ever saw in her back on Midvinter he'll never know.

As she and Leon, who seemed like an alright guy if first impressions were anything to go by, attempted to figure out the exact location of Kadavo, Thirdas took to wandering the vast Archives on his lonesome, away from the others. It surprised him to learn he wasn't as bored as he'd thought. In a way, this place made him think of his sister Nina. She'd always loved books.

As he lumbered about he absent-mindedly ran his fingers along the backs of countless volumes presented in neat order along each bookcase. Reaching a terminal, he looked around as if what he was about to commit some sort of felony.

Typing into the search bar H-E-A-V-E-N-S-H-I-E-L-D, naturally the first result was the recorded deeds and history of his father. Second result was that of his mother. They'd both been public figured among the Jedi even before he was born, so no surprises there. Seeing their faces again, even in holographic form, was enough to make him homesick.

But he could not go back home. Without Nida, there was no home.

As much as it pained him to do so, he swiped away the depictions of his parents in favour of looking up another search term.

K-A-D-A-V-O.

A red message popped up.

This search term has been marked as Classified. Please enter security code to continue.

"Of course it couldn't be that simple," he sighed and switched off the terminal.

Kyra Perl | Leon Gallo ​

 

[Caldon Tenneth]

Training Room, with A Aeris and Kir Dantos

Caldon closed the distance to the two other Jedi, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked. He came to a stop just a few feet from them, then bowed his head to the two other Jedi.

“Jedi Knight Caldon Tenneth. I have no intention of forcing you two off the training floor. But perhaps I could offer something to aid in training?”

He turned and looked towards R7, who finished rolling up behind Caldon and offered a short whistle of greetings. Caldon gave a short smile to the astromech before indicating it with his left hand, his right staying tucked behind his back in a gesture similar to his old teacher.

“My astromech can oversee a majority of training scenarios should you wish to retire for meditation.”

 

[Dhalinar Greystar]

Morteg's brow furrowed in frustration. For some reason, he had thought a man like Bernard to be better with subtleness. He'd always imagined him to be one of those ladies man Jedi like Ryv or Maynard Treicolt . Alas it seemed he would have to spell it out for him.

"Offering a chance to heal and learn I am," he said amused. "My padawan you shall be," he paused and gave the crystals a quizzical glance. "Unless...To stay with crystals for the rest of your life you wish to do." Morteg had taken many apprentices. It was just a fact of numbers. He was nearing two and a half centuries in age. Young for his species, but old in terms of most others. He held plenty of secrets, knew many ways to view the Force, and held just as many eccentric views on it. One being that the healers of the Jedi Order outside of battle wounds were essentially useless. And he could sense it in the Force...Bernard's consistent pain was more than a few jolts to his nervous system. Meditations and healing trances weren't going to heal that cracked pride and wavering belief. For normal people, these things were simple touches of melancholy.

For a Jedi, such burdens of the heart and mind could cause pain and sickness that no medicine could heal. In that, the Healers were right. Morteg had a feeling though, that Bernard, the boy who had spent most of his life alone in the presence of ghosts of a forgotten order...Well he could use the tan, should he accept.

Bernard of Arca Loske Treicolt

 

[Mesh Zetnu]

// PROSPERITY // HALL OF KNIGHTHOOD // OPEN​

It had been a long time fighting battles and representing the Jedi in the galaxy. In many ways Mesh Zetnu was glad to be back on Coruscant. This was the center of the New Jedi Order. His Order and they were doing exciting things. His thoughts drifted momentarily to home Haruun Kal. He missed it once again. Attachments he was supposed to have little time for. Mesh shook his head slightly and took in his surrounding properly.

He hadn't expected the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order to have so quickly been able to achieve such a demonstration of power. This ship certainly was just that. He was certain that the Order had other reasons for building and launching Prosperity, but there was no getting around the power displayed in the ship itself. Mesh felt the force very strongly here. He hadn't felt the presence of this many powerful Jedi since his youth. The New Jedi Order it seemed had Knights worthy of the title at least.

Mesh had watched the ceremony with little interest. He was however happy to feel the force here among the new knights and the masters overseeing the ceremony. He was confident in the New Jedi Order. This confidence flowed through him. He would drop his hood and get ready to leave the hall. He wished to get some training in before his evening meditation.

 

[Leon Gallo]

Kadavo

Leon wasn't sure where that was, but it was a Sith world. Why did these two want to go there? The man had already walked off, probably intent on searching alone. Fair enough. There were probably books, but finding it on a terminal would likely be easier.

"Yeah, hold on for moment."

The young Jedi entered the planet's name into a terminal. The search term was classified. What? Why? Leon didn't know any security codes, which made it even more puzzling. He didn't know the NJO had security codes. Was it military? Leon tried his security code for Saber squadron, and was still denied.

"Kark."

Finding it was going to be a fair bit more difficult than he thought. quickly typing in a search for planets whose name started K, Leon could hopefully find at least where to look. Sure enough, he was given direction to find where books on the subject would be. Turning the terminal off, Leon turned back to the stranger.

"We're going to find it over this way," Leon gestured in the direction the terminal gave him, "It was restricted for some reason on the terminal."

As the Jedi began to head towards the bookshelf, he realized he didn't know the names of those he was helping, and that they didn't know his either.

"I'm Leon, by the way."


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Kyra Perl
Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Leon Gallo]

(Accidental double post)

 

[Loske Treicolt]

PROSPERITY // HALLS OF HEALING // CRYSTAL ROOM
INTERACTING WITH: Bernard of Arca // Dhalinar Greystar ​

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She just tch'd at the comment of business and priorities. Missions and activities would always be around. Loske would always prioritize conversations with the people she loved; especially if there was some sense of need to it. Though, she might have just been projecting.

Looking left-right between the Jedi Master and her friend, Loske slouched to give way for the naturalness of the conversation to flow. The syntax of the Yoda species was always a bit of a marvel to untangle, and she couldn’t help but grin loopily at the exchange between the little green alien and the stalwart Arkanian. Even almost surprised at Bernard’s laughter.

Their exchange seemed pretty focused, and she rubbed her formerly injured wrist lazily. Once again, she’d look up to the pulsing glow of the healing crystals. As if the redirection of her focus would give the pair a sense of privacy for the invitation that eventually evidenced.

"Offering a chance to heal and learn I am,"
"My padawan you shall be,"
"Unless...To stay with crystals for the rest of your life you wish to do."

“Oh!” Her reaction slipped out before it could be gated, and she quickly covered her mouth to give room for Bernard’s response.

The invitation to be a student felt like a strange mix of delight, but also somewhat delayed. Maybe this was the cost of initiating a new Order, closely knit to a galactic government. The Padawans had always sort of navigated on their own, not subjected to the constraints of a hierarchy and expectations. Bernard had been one of the first in the group, alongside herself, Auteme and Ryv.

She and Ryv were probably the only two from that group that had some sort of formal master training, beneath Cedric Grayson. But even then the pair had to split between Master Morga and ended up being as dispersed as everyone else; making their own ways and learning through firesome trials.

In theory, the Arkanian too was well versed by now to the machinations and nuances of the Jedi lifestyle –– but a bit of a blunt force object and reactive to tasks, duties and cause. Easily invested in work that presented itself, but there was a distant quietness to him. That could be his personality, but it could also be related to what he was about to explain before Morteg came in.

Curious as ever, and content to play the observer, the blonde kept mostly silent; though her expression was eager.

"Interesting timing, Master Morteg. You must have been spying on Bernard." She grinned easily, leaning back on the heels of her hands and stretching her legs out for a stretch before folding them once more.