Public Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant Presents | Echoes of the Jedi Exhibit

[Romi Jade]

Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant Presents:
Echoes of the Jedi: Legacy Restored

There's a new experience at the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant!

Step into the mystified world of the Jedi Order with our captivating new exhibit, "Echoes of the Jedi: Legacy Restored." Sponsored by Devos, this unparalleled collection brings to life the untold stories of the galaxy's most revered guardians in the current era.

Experience the awe-inspiring legacy of the Jedi as we unveil artifacts and curiosities salvaged from the Great Jedi Library and Jedi Praxeum on Ossus to the Jakku Jedi Enclave. Immerse yourself in the rich tapestry of galactic history and shape your destiny amidst the echoes of the Jedi. May the Force guide you on this epic odyssey!
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Highlights Include:

1. The Holocron Chamber: Marvel at a shimmering holocron, pulsating with the ancient wisdom of Jedi Masters. Delve into holographic archives that reveal the secrets of the Force.
2. Lightsaber Collection: Witness the evolution of lightsabers through the ages. From the elegant blades of the Old Republic to the modern masterpieces of the Jedi and Sith, these iconic weapons tell tales of heroism and conflict.
3. Mysteries of the Jedi Praxeum: Explore artifacts from the hidden corners of the Jedi Praxeum on Ossus, providing a glimpse into the daily lives and training of Jedi students.
4. Galactic Star Maps: Chart the course of the Jedi across the galaxy with intricate star maps, showcasing the locations of forgotten temples, ancient battlegrounds, and unexplored regions.
5. The Force Unleashed: Witness artifacts related to extraordinary Force-sensitive beings, from legendary Jedi to enigmatic Force-wielders who shaped the fate of the galaxy.

Curios from the Jakku Jedi Enclave:

In a special addition, discover the mysteries of the Jakku Jedi Enclave and the fateful night it was raided in an skirmish that sparked the Second Great Hyperspace War known as The Blackest Night. Objects and curios from this little-known enclave shed light on the challenges faced by the Jedi during and in the aftermath of the Galactic Hyperspace War.

For Sale -- Collectors and Scholars:

For enthusiasts and collectors, a curated selection of curios, relics, and art will be available for purchase. These non-Force-sensitive artifacts are deemed undangerous...(or are they) and are perfect for those seeking a piece of galactic history to adorn their personal collections.

This exhibit isn't just a display of relics; it's a living testament to the resilience and enduring spirit of the Jedi. As you explore the rich history on display, know that your attendance supports a noble cause. Proceeds from ticket and relic sales contribute to the museum's endeavors and the survivors and orphans fund on Corellia, aiding those affected by the sacrifices of Corellian security force officers.

Join us for an unforgettable experience that transcends time and space. "Echoes of the Jedi: Legacy Restored" awaits, inviting you to become part of the galaxy's extraordinary history. May the Force guide you on this enlightening journey!

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For a limited time, purchase your tickets and receive an exclusive commemorative holocron replica and a Galactic Illusionary Gaming: The Great Struggle Card Set!

 

[Romi Jade]

CORUSCANT
METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF CORUSCANT

The fundraising event, sponsored by the Devos Trust, unfolded in a grand hall adorned with artifacts from distant worlds. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and tension as the crowd gathered to witness the unveiling of the exhibit, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the life of Romi Jade. Romi, adorned in Jedi attire, stood beside her husband, Johannes, amidst the opulent display of Devos' curated collection. The artifacts, carefully arranged, told the story of the Jedi Order's legacy, now on display for the galaxy to witness. The room buzzed with conversation as attendees marveled at the historical treasures from the raided Great Jedi Library and Jedi Praxeum on Ossus, and the mysterious Jakku Enclave.

The exhibit's centerpiece was a holocron, a shimmering cube pulsating with ancient knowledge, encased in a protective field. An inscription beside it read, The Wisdom of the Jedi Masters: A Glimpse into Galactic History.

Romi, acutely aware of the public's scrutiny, approached the holocron as she prepared to address the press. A podium stood nearby, flanked by holo-cameras capturing every moment of this high-profile event.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and members of the press,

Thank you for joining us tonight at the unveiling of Echoes of the Jedi: Legacy Restored. This exhibit is not just a collection of artifacts; it represents a testament to the resilience of the Jedi Order and the enduring spirit of hope in the galaxy."

She cleared her throat. From memory -

"As we stand on the precipice of a new chapter, I wish to address recent events that have cast a shadow over our celebration. The Supreme Chancellor's decision to extradite me to the Pantoran government for a public trial over war crimes is a matter of great concern. The accusations against me are grave, and I am committed to facing them head-on.

I stand before you today, not just as a Jedi, but as a citizen of the galaxy. It is my duty to uphold the principles of justice and accountability. In light of the pending trial, I have decided to voluntarily agree to be transferred into custody, emphasizing my commitment to transparency and cooperation.

This decision is not made lightly, for it carries the weight of the past and the hope for redemption. I believe in the ideals of justice and fairness, even when faced with personal adversity. The exhibit you see before you is a tribute to the Jedi legacy, a legacy that must not be overshadowed by the mistakes of its individuals; one individual.

Proceeds from tonight's event will go towards the art museum and the survivors and orphans fund on Corellia. It is our collective responsibility to support those who have suffered, and as a Corellian myself, I hope this contribution will make a meaningful impact on the lives of the families left behind by brave Corellian security force officers."

An organization she's done charity work for before, releasing limited edition figurines of herself, with proceeds going to the fund, and only to the fund.

"As we navigate the challenges ahead, let the artifacts within this exhibit serve as a reminder that even in the face of darkness, the light of the Jedi endures. Thank you for your continued support, and may the Force guide us through the trials that lie ahead."

The grand hall echoed with the weight of Romi Jade's announcement, and as the press busily transcribed her words, the room seemed to hold its collective breath. The gaze of the museum-goers shifted from the holocron and other artifacts to the Jedi Master standing beside her husband, Johannes. The tension in the air was palpable, and the event that had initially been a celebration of Jedi history now hung in a limbo of uncertainty.

Romi and Johannes exchanged a subtle glance, a silent communication that spoke volumes. The unspoken understanding between them was a mix of determination, sorrow, and a shared acknowledgment of the challenges they were about to face. Johannes placed a supportive hand on Romi's back, his touch conveying both reassurance and an unspoken promise of solidarity; he guided her from the podium.

As the press continued to capture the aftermath of Romi's statement, the museum-goers, initially hushed, began to converse in huddled groups. Whispers rippled through the crowd, and curious eyes darted between the exhibit and the Jedi Master at its center. Some looked to the artifacts with renewed interest, as if trying to decipher the hidden tales they held. The holocron, once a shining beacon of ancient wisdom, now seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of the galaxy's uncertainty. Museum-goers tentatively approached the artifacts, their expressions a mix of fascination and contemplation.

Meanwhile, a group of Corellians, possibly attendees supporting the survivors and orphans fund, gathered around a memorial display honoring fallen security force officers. They exchanged somber nods, their connection to the cause deepening as they reflected on the sacrifice of their planetary guardians.

The exhibit had transformed into more than just a collection of historical relics; it had become a living narrative, unfolding in the present moment. The juxtaposition of the exhibit's celebration of Jedi history and the personal trial now looming over Romi Jade cast a unique and emotional atmosphere throughout the hall.

Romi, aware of the eyes upon her, maintained a composed exterior. She moved among the museum-goers, engaging with them in brief conversations and offering appreciative nods for their support. Johannes, ever the stalwart partner, remained by her side, a silent pillar of strength amidst the swirling currents of uncertainty.

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Briana Sal-Soren

 

[Jerec Asyr]

OUT FRONT

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By the front doors, right off to the side of the influx, Jerec and other Ithorians handed out flyers with lurid captions like:

UPROOT JEDI MONOCULTURE - THE FORCE IS FOR ALL

REMEMBER THE LAVA CELLS

THIS ONE'S FOR QUEKKO

EXTRAJUDICIAL AND NO JURISDICTION

JUSTICE FOR STENNES

LOCAL JEDI CRIMES - LOCAL INQUEST - LOCAL AUTONOMY

DISMEMBERED BY VIGILANTES

BILLIONAIRES IN BURLAP

JEDI RIPPED MY FLESH!
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[Junko Ike]

THe news had been something she wasn't expecting. Romi was often the one for media darling... an ideal jedi. So when Matsu asked her to go and observe it for a show of support. She couldn't turn it down and besides going to Coruscant was always a fun trip as she looked at some of the flyers being handed outside of the building. "Interesting." She said it and stood there for a moment, more reserved in terms of her outfit this time as she didn't need the massive procession. Just two handmaidens with her and they were able to move through the crowds. Listening to Romi's speech but also a chance to look at and observe some of the jedi artifacts they were presenting.

 

[Denn Verdan]

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Denn hadn't stepped foot on Coruscant for over five years.

He'd first been sent on assignment to help the AIng-Tii with a slaver problem. But he had not been sent because they needed the help.

The Aing-Tii were force-using entities from an anomalous nebula that was difficult and even dangerous to traverse. This astrography had kept them isolated from much of the Galaxy, and that isolation suited them just fine.. Their philosophy towards the Force was multi-dimensional. They did not see it as a light-dark binary, but more of a multi-chromatic power whose every aspect needed to be explored, respected, and understood. They viewed the Jedi and the Sith as misguided children. The Jedi as well-meaning but ignorant. The Sith as undisciplined brats.

The Jedi, for their part, viewed the Aing-Tii with skepticism. Could a people willing to flirt with the Dark Side, under the guise of 'the many colors of the Force,' truly be trusted not to fall into evil practices?

This skepticism made it especially important for the Jedi to send an envoy when slavers inserted themselves into the Aing-Tii's home nebula. If the Aing-Tii were antagonized, they might fall from grace. Then they'd be just another dark-side faction to deal with. So off Denn went.

He'd helped them to stop the slave traders. That had taken less than a month.

Then he'd remained for five more years, at his own request, on a consular assignment of mutual understanding. He'd made friends. Absorbed some of their culture into his heart. Their world was lush and their people were beautiful... if not in actual form, then in mind and spirit. Denn might have remained there the rest of his life if he hadn't been recalled.

But the problems of the universe could not be easily escaped.

Not even in the strange nebula of the Aing-Tii.

Upon returning, he'd been sent first to a world which had suffered from Enclave attack. The peaceful galaxy had erupted once more into conflict, and now the Galactic Alliance found themselves at war with multiple nations and factions.

Mandalorians.

Excellent warriors. Not a profession to be commended, but one that could be morbidly appreciated. The Mandalorians understood how to send a horrific message, and their message had been written in blood.

Far too much blood.

After spending a week helping the wounded from the Enclave attack, Denn had needed a break. Easy, peaceful living on the AIng-Tii homeworld had allowed all of his emotional callouses to soften. He was no longer easily able to face the realities of battle.

Easily able... he scoffed at his own notion. It had never been easy. But you could, lamentably, become used to it... and Denn no longer was.

So here he'd come, back to Coruscant. Re-familiarizing himself with the eternal city, the gem of the Alliance, where he'd trained to become a Jedi Knight.

Now he found that his own order had become a stranger to him during his time away. Thus he'd decided to see the Jedi exhibit. Perhaps he could reacquaint himself with his people from an outsider's perspective

But upon arriving, he'd found protesters outside. Then he'd listened to a story he couldn't believe. A fellow Jedi, accused of War Crimes?

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

What had these wars done to the Jedi?

He approached the woman who'd spoken, bowing briefly in respect.

"Pardon me. My name is Denn, and I have been a long time away from the affairs of the Galaxy.

Would you be willing to share the story of this upcoming trial you spoke of, and the events that precipitated it?"



Romi Jade
Junko Ike
Jerec Asyr

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Wearing: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber | Location: | Tag: Romi Jade​

Briana stayed off to the side as Romi finished her speech, unable to help the deep scowl permanently etched into her features as she leaned against the wall, impatiently waiting for the reporters to flock off with their latest scoop like the vultures they were before making her own approach.

When she'd first met Romi, Briana had been nothing more than a brash teenager, prone to restlessness, desperate to find her purpose, and always more than just a smidge too eager. Romi's influence provided the re-direction she'd sorely needed, prompting her to make her own place in the Galaxy, rather than expecting things to magically fall into place around her. Seizing fate, rather than submitting to its whims.

Maybe that was why it was so difficult to accept that Romi — the same woman who'd helped cultivate herself and many other good Jedi into the people they now were; who'd valiantly fought on so many battle fronts, who'd stood in opposition of the dark side on innumerable occasions — was not only prepared, but willing, to stretch out her neck on the proverbial butchers block waiting for her on Pantora.

Especially now, when there were still so many who needed her... when Brandyn needed her.

...When she needed her.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, lost in her ruminations, she'd almost missed when Romi left the podium. On que, Briana moved from her perch against the wall and followed after Romi, her quick stride marginally slowing when another managed to intercept the Jedi Master, first.

Her brows drew together and a small frowned pulled at the corners of Briana's lips, but that was where her hesitation ended. "Sorry, to interrupt," Briana interjected, "But can I have a moment of your time, Master Jade? It's... urgent."

 

[Mishel]

Mishel wasn't one to hang around the fancy things, and being at a Museum like this was definitely among the fancy things she didn't hang around. Instead she stood and listened to Romi speak and wondered what old man Coren Starchaser might gather from all of this. She listened as Romi spoke about the extradition to Pantora. She spoke of hope for redemption, of past sins, her sins. There was scarcely a Jedi that Mishel could think of from their time that hadn't been without sin. The whole of it weighed heavy in the air and Mishel could only wonder about where all this was coming from. If she had been made to pay the price for the sins she had committed from her days as a Knight of Ren, well... Hope and all that, redemption, right?

When Romi was finished speaking, Mishel's gaze followed her and noticed as another approached her. Mishel slipped through the crowd keeping herself parallel where she could with Briana Sal-Soren and Romi Jade to whom Mishel owed a great deal. It had been with Master Jade's assistance that she had been able to break free of Carnifex's hold after two years of captivity. When the darkside all but threatened to consume her once again there was Master Jade, and of course, Master Al'Orren and Starchaser. The Tygaran adjusted her cropped, yellow leather jacket and continued to move through the crowd making eye contact with Master Jade and perhaps the persons with her just as well.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The Coruscant air brought an intense nostalgia for one who had been brought up at the Jedi Temple too many decades ago to count. As he stepped off the public transport dressed in rustic leather and fur-lined cloak, looking like he belonged to an age long gone, the greying former Jedi took a deep breath to invigorate his weary bones after a long pilgrimage from the far reaches of the galaxy before ascending the steps towards the Metropolitan Museum - a place he'd decidedly never visited prior.

The exhibit drew a steady flow of people, though, from the looks of it, not all attention was positive. Outside the museum were several Ithorians handing out what seemed to be flyers of some sort. Intrigued, Thurion stopped by to be handed one such flyer. His brows furrowed.

"My friend, you are misguided in this endeavour. Hold not the sons responsible for the sins of their fathers. Turn thine gaze to the future, good son of Ithor," he inclined his head while handing back the flyer. "May the Force be with you, as it does indeed belong to us all."

Departing without another word, the towering figure resumed his trek up the steps to enter the museum amidst a throng of people. The name of Romi Jade being listed as the host and presenter of the exhibit tugged at his lips until they formed a smile, for theirs was a friendship and collaboration lasting throughout years of great turmoil and hardship. He looked forward to seeing her again in the flesh.

Having caught the latter half of Romi's announcement, he felt the anxiety of his old friend having to appear before the press so nakedly. Part of him wanted nothing more than to grab every last journalist by the ear and kick them out one after another, though he supposed they'd gathered on Romi's request, to begin with.

Rather than rush to flock to her like several already had, Thurion kept to himself by actually touring the exhibit. The Force would cross their paths soon or late, he had no doubt.

Beyond the spectacle of such a collection of legendary lightsabers wielded by legendary figures of the past, or the mystique of the Jakku Enclave, Thurion's sights were set on a holo-display storing the public records of every known Jedi in history. Narrowing his search to the last century, a list of names appeared on the display. Selecting one would bring up that person's profile as well as a holographic image of their likeness. They were names and faces he knew, once.

More than half were listed as deceased or lost, leaving only a few he would consider personal friends.

As he scrolled down to the 'H' section, he pulled up his wife's profile, smiling. Next was Nina, followed by Théodred. His youngest son was missing, having never taken up the lightsaber. Hovering his finger over his own name, he could not bring himself to select it.

"I require no reminders," a wistful whisper escaped his lips as he turned away from the holo-display.

Jerec Asyr Junko Ike Denn Verdan Briana Sal-Soren Mishel

 

[Yennic Zhan]

Location: Metropolitan museum of coruscant - exterior moving in
Objective: Visit exhibition
Tag: Romi Jade Jerec Asyr Vilka Keldra

The Jedi Master walked up the steps towards the exhibition, her robes blew behind her as she took in the swirl of presences in this place, much busier than any other planet she visited and yet, if she quieted her mind she could still feel the serenity of the force. Her and her sister, Vilka Keldra had spent the recent months aiding Romi Jade and her allies rebuilding the temple on Jakku. Her fascination with Jedi history and knowledge on old scripture had proven useful to restore the temple as close as possible to its former glory. It was a wonderful place, and it was a shame to see it suffer the ravages of the Mawites those years ago.

She looked on at her friend, Master Jade and listened to the speech, she was donating much of the recovered works to the coruscanti museum. Personally Yennic would have preffered the items to remain on Jakku where they belonged, but she had been reminded that it did not matter where the items were, only that they were. She had asked for reassurance that Jedi scholars such as herself, and generations that followed, continue to be allowed free and unfettered access to the artifacts. She had little confidence in the authorities on coruscant, but she had faith in Master Jade and so had accepted this reality.

A voice to her right caught her attention. She was far from the first person to be drawn to this commotion, she saw Thurion Heavenshield speak to the man before returning some kind of flyer to him. An Ithorian man, unknown to her. Jerec Asyr was carrying out a protest against the Jedi it appeared, so she approached him and took one of his flyers, quickly reading it without emotions. "Thank you. If you would ever like to discuss your feelings towards the Jedi, I would be fascinated to understand your perspective. May the force be with you." she nodded at man politely, it was an honest offer, in order to know yourself, you had to be willing to reflect on the perspective of others. It was unlikely he would want any kind of cordial discussion right here, the mood he projected was one of hostility, but she would not judge him harshly. She would allow him to respond to her offer before leaving to make her way inside the museum.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Outside the museum were several Ithorians handing out what seemed to be flyers of some sort. Intrigued, Thurion stopped by to be handed one such flyer. His brows furrowed.

"My friend, you are misguided in this endeavour. Hold not the sons responsible for the sins of their fathers. Turn thine gaze to the future, good son of Ithor," he inclined his head while handing back the flyer. "May the Force be with you, as it does belong to everyone equally."

Departing without another word

Jerec glared balefully after the large majestic human in furs. A cousin gripped Jerec's shoulder sympathetically, and he bit his metaphorical tongues.

An Ithorian man, unknown to her. Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr was carrying out a protest against the Jedi it appeared, so she approached him and took one of his flyers, quickly reading it without emotions. "Thank you. If you would ever like to discuss your feelings towards the Jedi, I would be fascinated to understand your perspective. May the force be with you."

"My perspective," said Jerec, still irritated from his brush with greatness, "is Jedi shot up my ship unprovoked, in free space, and murdered my copilot. In forty years nobody ever cared to make it right. Happens all the time. Hell, you'd know better than me: if you polled even a handful of Jedi about the folks they've killed, what would you find swept under the rug?"

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Weapons:
Tag: OPEN

For the record, Gatz only held minor interest in the Jedi Exhibit. He wasn't here to explore the ancient past of his forebears: that was denied to him, lost when he'd left the Order at the young age of nine. For him to even stand in these halls, after he'd renounced the Jedi Way, was tantamount to disrespect of the highest degree. Maybe even more so than that Ithorian handing out anti-Jedi propaganda fliers at the entrance.

He'd come out to support Briana Sal-Soren in her endeavor. Gatz stayed out of Briana's mind, at least as much as he could considering their permanent meld, but he understood that Romi Jade was a very important figure in her life. And not because she was Romi Jade, a legendary Jedi Master. No, Briana's affection for Romi had a personal touch to it, mired with genuine concern that one typically only held for close friends.

He could feel that in their bond, all without a sliver of Briana's actual memories trickling in.

Gatz stood next to the brooding Jedi Knight as she leaned against the wall, her impatience rippling through him as though it was his own. The scowl she wore seemed to be warding off any who might have dared to approach them—there was practically a bubble of empty space around them. Gatz knew she was tense—how could he not know—but he was half afraid that she'd explode if he so much as poked her.

The other half was just concerned for her. Briana was just as much of a brooding mess as he was—he knew all too well the tightrope she balanced on near daily, strung over an abyss of fathomless depths—but she was usually a lot better at pretending to be fine. At least, better than he was.

<You know, they say frowning makes you wrinkle prematurely,> Gatz pressed reassurance against their bond, as best he could—Briana was usually the reassuring one, not him, <breathe, Rich Girl. Everything is going to be fine.>

But then Romi left the podium, and Briana had her opening. She darted off like a woman with a mission—which basically defined Briana Sal-Soren. Gatz chose not to follow. He opted to give Briana a moment alone with Romi. It was ultimately a symbolic gesture, considering he'd still be mentally present, but he figured Briana would at least be grateful for the attempt at privacy.

"And then there was one."

So with his brain buddy on task, Gatz took time to wander through the exhibit, even if it didn't really call to him. It was better than standing on a wall all day. Plus, Lossa Darcuhl was around here somewhere, he was pretty sure. She was fun, and being around her usually brightened his mood. Maybe he could bump into her again.

Totally on accident, of course. It wasn't like he was looking for her, eyes hoping to pick out a hint of pink around the museum.

 

[Gorgon]

Traipsing through the heart of Alliance space was a decidedly bold move for a member of the Sith. But it was times like these that Gorgon's commitment to skulking in the shadows would serve him well. He wasn't a face that struck terror into the do-gooders of the galaxy. Nobody here would even recognize him. His darkness was obscured, and he had traded out his Sith habit for a more inconspicuous Core Worlder's garb.

Perhaps there was some part of Gorgon that found thrill in being here. Smug satisfaction knowing that he could get this far and not be found. But his ultimate intentions here weren't the disruptive kind. He had no greater schemes or heists in mind for this exhibition; It would be suicide anyway, given some of the famous Jedi faces in attendance today. No, as far as Gorgon was concerned, he was off the clock right now. This was simply an opportunity to learn. One could always be sure that above everything else, Gorgon loved knowledge. Even Jedi knowledge (and sometimes, especially Jedi knowledge).

The Nautolan's eyes were drawn to the complex Star maps, revealing a number of old and forgotten historic sites. Though to be honest, the commotion outside of the exhibit seemed nearly entertaining enough to distract him from the many curios and artifacts present.

Jerec Asyr - Thurion Heavenshield - Yennic Zhan - Open
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Hope it’s okay that I’m here. Not planning on derailing anything.

 

[Junko Ike]

Jerec Asyr

SHe heard him speak and there were both familiar and unknown faces here to her. The Ithorian was charged... upset which the few she had known that was something they rarely seemed to do... not impossible but depressed was more likely as she walked over and bowed. "I am sorry for your loss, if you know who did it I can submit the name to Shoma Ike my brother. He knows and deals with law enforcement groups should you wish it." She offered it as the best she could based on how long he said there would likely only be memory and if they were lucky... maybe they would find flight records if the ship wasn't touched. She did pick up one of the pamphlets though and bowed.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

The last thing that evil wants...​

Location: Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

Foes:
Allies: Romi Jade

”A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out" - Walter Winchell​

Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor and his wife, Chrysa, strolled through the grand halls of the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant. The couple had always been fascinated by the rich history of the Jedi Order, and today they were particularly excited to explore the "Echoes of the Jedi" exhibit.


As they entered the exhibit, they marveled at the holographic displays showcasing the heroic deeds of Jedi from centuries past. The couple's eyes sparkled with wonder as they walked past ancient artifacts and relics, each one holding a story of its own.


Their journey through the exhibit led them to the holocron chamber, where they spent hours delving into the wisdom and teachings of Jedi Masters long gone. Caltin and Chrysa absorbed the knowledge, feeling a deep connection to the Force as they immersed themselves in the holographic recordings.


Lost in their thoughts, the couple made their way to the Lightsaber collection. The room was dimly lit, and the glow of the illuminated weapons cast an ethereal aura around them. Caltin's eyes widened with reverence as he gazed upon the various lightsabers, each one representing a Jedi's unique journey and connection to the Force.


Just as they were about to examine a particularly ornate lightsaber, Caltin's comlink buzzed. He reached for it, then they both heard an announcement recognizing the voice as their colleague and good friend, Jedi Master Romi Jade. With a hint of concern, he answered the call, walking closer to hear clearly and take it all in, they lookef at each other.


Immediately they both agreed not to swarm her right now, but to wait until the shock wore off. There was also the holocall that was ringing, their lawyer’s office… perhaps something good could come out of this. She would not need it, she no doubt had her own, but maybe they could offer help somehow


... is my undivided attention.
[/CENTER]

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Tags: Gatz Derrevar Briana Sal-Soren Romi Jade

Adorned in much simpler Robes than any intricate ensemble, and nursing several large bruises that peeked from beneath the longer sleeves and flowing attire, Lossa found herself staring at the curios from Ossus.

Fond memories of the place finally overshadowing the last time she'd been there and earned herself a scar from a Sith blade. The very same knife she'd kept in her kit to this day. As much a prize as a poignant reminder of failures and the need to advance herself in some way. Fingers loosely tangled in front of her as she stared at nothing. Lost in the silent trance of the message she had found waiting for her on Jakku.

She knew others would want to speak with Romi about the sudden development. Would offer their kind words, platitudes, whatever made them feel better.

If it weren't for the bracelet about her wrist, the Zeltron might have caused a few fights already with the storm that was beginning to seep through its restrictions. An internal storm of old feelings, notions, and beliefs at war with the newer amendments to those ideas. The catwalk displays of power over the jedi from those that ruled the daily lives of anyone under the influence of the Alliance. Was this going to be the new nature of the ruling body? With their growing tensions against the Mandalorians, they would double down and begin striking internally to perhaps put an edge to dealing with the jedi as well?

She supposed shooting yourself in the foot while actively hunting a predator was just the lifestyle of those able to remain safely on their lofty pedestals.

The usual soft rose color of her eyes having taken a darker scarlet color some time ago now. Listening to the speech without looking toward the source. Buried in her own feelings while in the place her younger self had cast aside for the events on Denon. Blessing that choice in hindsight, and wondering about her decision to begin meddling in Alliance affairs once more.

A similar bubble of empty space between Lossa and the wandering bodies that perused the collection from Ossus as she remained a statue there. Silent and stewing on her perceived failures.

Shouldn't have bothered. Backstabbing liars and vain aristocrats who care for their share of power. At. Any. Cost.

Her own internal dialog keeping her from returning to the moment as conflict brewed within her mind. Eyes drifting dangerously close to shutting completely as she reasoned with herself.

Accountability and the willingness to accept the consequences of choices led to this.

The Echo stone she'd been gifted was dull and dingy looking, hidden beneath the dull color of her robes. The core of the stone moreso showing its wear as she battled with her own thoughts. The words of the Sith she'd fought with still fresh in her mind.

Mm. We don't believe that. Not really, The anger in her given voice as it pressed against the calm she'd tried to wrap herself in. Attempting to peal back the layers she'd used to protect her mind and emotions from perception. Not when they'd target someone like Romi Jade. I mean. Hard to miss this headline on any news provider. It's a sensation. Really going to add some power behind the Pantoran senators name, huh? Master Jedi brought to heel.

The pink skin of her knuckles burning white with the grip strangling the blood from her hands.

Actions and consequences. Even Romi admitted as much.

Oh. Yes. Because everyone is a Saint. All the time. In every aspect of their life.

"Shut up." The internal dialog bleeding into reality as her thoughts crashed together. A quizzical stare catching her eye as she awkwardly smiled. Nodding to them before taking a deep breath.

Backstabbing. Liars. Her own visage staring back in the glass. Gold hued eyes staring into scarlet, final words mocking before fading back to the familiar rosy colored glare.

 

[Romi Jade]

CORUSCANT
METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF CORUSCANT

The grand hall, adorned with relics from distant galaxies, became a stage for the cosmic drama unfolding. Romi Jade, cloaked in Jedi robes, had just delivered a poignant statement to the press, declaring her intent to voluntarily turn herself over to the Pantoran government. The weight of the pending trial and the storm of emotions threatened to shatter her composure.

As Romi left the podium, her steps guided by the supportive presence of her husband, the air crackled with tension. The murmur of the crowd, a cacophony of voices, seemed to intensify as people flocked towards the Jedi Master. Their faces bore a mix of curiosity, concern, and, for some, a genuine admiration for the woman who had just bared her soul to the galaxy.

The world around her seemed to move in slow motion.

Inside her head, Romi grappled with a whirlwind of thoughts. The museum exhibit, a testament to the Jedi legacy, stood as both a symbol of her dedication to the Order and the work she put in to combat anti-Jedi sentiment, but it was a stark reminder of the trials she was about to face. The artifacts, once silent witnesses to history, now took on a new significance – each a chapter in the tale of a Jedi Master confronting her past.

Amidst the approaching throng, Romi fought to maintain outward composure, the Jedi discipline she had honed over years of training. The weight of public scrutiny pressed down on her, but she drew strength from Johannes, ever the steady anchor at her side. He offered a supportive glance. His eyes conveyed a mix of love, concern, and an unspoken understanding of the challenges ahead. Together, they navigated the sea of faces, each person seeking a moment with the Jedi Master who had just laid bare her vulnerabilities.

The press, with holo-cameras flashing, fired questions like blaster bolts. She closed in on his chest, whispering, "This is a lot-"

He approached the woman who'd spoken, bowing briefly in respect.

"Pardon me. My name is Denn, and I have been a long time away from the affairs of the Galaxy.

Would you be willing to share the story of this upcoming trial you spoke of, and the events that precipitated it?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not a liberty to discuss events surrounding the trial at the moment. Denn, was it? If you're interested in anything related to the Second Great Hyperspace war though, there's an awesome addition that talks about the Jakku Jedi Enclave and their run in with the Mawites."

Romi deftly deflected inquiries about the pending trial, focusing instead on the importance of the exhibit and the cause it supported. She acknowledged supporters with a gracious nod, the weight of their gazes almost tangible.

"I hope you find-"

On que, Briana moved from her perch against the wall and followed after Romi, her quick stride marginally slowing when another managed to intercept the Jedi Master, first.

Her brows drew together and a small frowned pulled at the corners of Briana's lips, but that was where her hesitation ended. "Sorry, to interrupt," Briana interjected, "But can I have a moment of your time, Master Jade? It's... urgent."

Briana. The moment, a brief respite in the storm. "If you'll excuse me..." she announced.

She nodded to the Sal-Soren, "Come." She broke away from her husband, and with Briana in tow, she guided them both through the symphony of voices. Settling somewhere in the exhibit, in front of one of the displays. She brushed against Bri's arm, sending waves of awareness through the sensation of her touch, followed by a cautious glare that signaled to the Jedi Knight to "be mindful of what you say."

"Briana..." she shook her head, "You shouldn't be here for this..."

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Briana Sal-Soren | Denn Verdan

 

[Yennic Zhan]

Location: Metropolitan museum of coruscant - exterior moving in
Objective: Visit exhibition
Tag: Romi Jade Jerec Asyr Vilka Keldra Junko Ike

She listened to Jerec Asyr without judgement. "I am sorry for the pain your loss has caused you. It would do the Jedi, nor your copilot any honour for me to speculate on a situation I know nothing about. Would you care to tell me a little more about them? Perhaps you could join me inside, it is an experience that might grow us both." she would try to see his perspective, and perhaps he might see hers, but many times an olive branch has been snapped or pinged back in the face of the one offering it perhaps it was folly, but if she could heal his pain, she might undo one little imbalance in the galaxy.

Others passed and chimed in and Junko Ike even offered a connection to the authorities to help investigate. yennic made a there you go gesture with her eyes and hands as she nodded at the other woman. She doubted there was much chance of a forty year old cold case coming up with much, and there still the possibility that the man in front of her was angry at an event that proved entirely justified. The Jedi were often far too quick to the sword, but very very few of them were cold blooded murderers. But regardless of the reason for this death, forcing others to dwell on it for decades without closure, only served to worsen the wounds it caused the man was dead, and his spirit was part of the force, he was no longer good or evil, just passed on.

"Please, it would be an honour Mr...?"

 

[Denn Verdan]

​

Denn felt some dismay at Master Jade's refusal to speak with him, but he could not blame her.

Not only was she dealing with a great deal of personal problems, but she was also inundated with supplicants. The number of reporters here could be considered oppressive, and they were joined by people like Denn who simply wanted to educate themselves. Then there were others- seeming friends or acquaintances who were doubtless concerned for a loved one.

Denn bowed in thanks for Master Jade's advice and melted away, allowing her to see those she chose.

Then he turned his attention to the museum exhibits, working his way to the sections that outlined the details of the Hyperspace War. He had been sheltered from many of the happenings of the war due to his seclusion in Aing-Tii territory.

Along the way, he stopped to look at one of the lightsaber displays.

There were factions represented here that he was only marginally aware of. As near as he could tell, no living Jedi had surrendered their lightsaber to this exhibit. No... these were the weapons of the dead. Many had been killed in combat. It was a tribute to the wages of war.

There were others here, also perusing the collection.

Denn lamented aloud, "I regret that no effective way has been found to defend, other than to kill."

It was the dilemma every Jedi faced. They were meant to be an Order of Peace, but their role as defenders meant that they were forever destined to make war.



Thurion Heavenshield
Caltin Vanagor
Romi Jade

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"I am sorry for your loss, if you know who did it I can submit the name to Shoma Ike my brother. He knows and deals with law enforcement groups should you wish it."

Jerec shook his head. "Yeah, I know who did it. I've made a lot of noise about it over the years. Jedi knew, the institution knew. At this point it's not so much about the Jedi Knight who killed my friend, it's about who the Jedi are going to kill tomorrow."

"I am sorry for the pain your loss has caused you. It would do the Jedi, nor your copilot any honour for me to speculate on a situation I know nothing about. Would you care to tell me a little more about them? Perhaps you could join me inside, it is an experience that might grow us both."

"Please, it would be an honour Mr...?"

"Thanks, but I've got flyers to hand out. If a Jedi gets rough with my friends out here I'm the only one of'em who could stop him." He grimaced, scratched his chin. "Look, thank you. You're the first Jedi in forty years who gave a shit when I talked about the murder, and I'm not exaggerating. I'm Captain Jerec Asyr."

 

[Junko Ike]

Jerec Asyr Yennic Zhan

SHe listened to him and there was another who joined. He was upset and that was for him as she bowed and took a flyer. "Is this one Quekko, was that your friend." She held it and read at it while seeing some of the other flyers and their titles. It raised her interest as she knew no jedi was perfect and all did things. She was listening as the other woman approached and offered to listen inside. She was here to support Romi sure, a friend of the familybut that didn't mean you overlooked others in that quest and based on what she was seeing... many others were coming and swarming inside to take her attention.. best not to get lost in the shuffle.