Diplomacy Opening the Door (Veradune | SJC)

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen took a deep breath as he waited in the main hall, his tail flicking nervously behind him as Golden eyes remained on the large Teradin Wood doors. He had on this occasino, chosen to wear his varos cloak, though the armor had been relieved of most of its weapons and among the runes, feathers, and dark leather, golden gilding had been traced in a myriad of patterns. It wasn't meant to be a threatening attire, but merely a traditional look to represent his position as a leader both in Veran politics and the spiritual brotherhood of the Wilders. Any moment now, his guests would arrive, a delegation invited from the Silver Jedi Concord. He wasn't exactly sure who they would send. He felt safe in his home and thus had left the invitation open to any who wanted a first look at his home. The only stipulation was that they would need to be transported by his own forces. Until this meeting was over, the secret of Veradune's coordinates would remain. All he had let slip was that his bed lay somewhere within the vast expanse of silver space.

"I thought you had family and friends within the order, Lady Jairdain. That Master Ike, and even miss Numare," spoke a well dressed man at his right. Wearing a dark black suit laced with white designs, Lucas Gracin's well groomed appearance and placid expression was certainly a calming presence within the room. Vulpesen had been to his fair share of delegations but it had been some time, and help from his Planet's most renowned diplomat would certainly come in handy. Besides, he always had a way of finding words to soothe the nerves.

"True... still, this is the first time we've thought to take in outsiders since the Formation of the Alliance. Forgive me if I'm still a bit worried about what they have planned. I've learned that a flock doesn't always consist of birds of the same feather." He took another breath, steeling himself and calming his nerves though his fingers twitched for a phantom drink. Lucas had suggested that the Valde and Alphos give a sober impression on his first official meeting.

"And that's why we make guns. We keep the peace, and we blow up those that screw up the peace," grunted a rather large Zorren to Vulpesen's left. Dressed in the fine blues of his military dress uniform, Drant Claymus looked even more ill-suited than Vulpesen to be at the diplomatic meeting. Still, as one of three excelsior of the alliance, he had a duty to be there. And unlike the third of the rank who's seat remained empty, his station was not one of secrets and espionage.

"Also true," Vulpesen replied, doing his best to ignore the glare that was offered to the pair by the court's representative. "So long as things go as expected though, we'll be adding our guns to theirs and have a safer home overall. With any luck, some of them will share your enthusiasm of blasting those that are less than civilized in the galaxy." This plan of action managed to get approval form both of the men at his sides. Strange how even in his first century, Vulpesen had managed to find a balance between the pair around him, even if they had over ten times his age, almost individually.

Caltin Vanagor
Or'Fol Moric
Zak Dymo
Caden Evesa

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

-Already being sent out. This will be interesting.-

Caltin was still finding his place and way in the universe and on this trip of Diplomacy. It was not diplomatic that bothered, him, after all, he was not much of a talker. His opinion of these types of trips was simple: “If I ask you ‘What time is it?’, do not tell me how to make the watch.” He could accept speaking to governments, even if a little blunt, but he was not up on these new fancy shmancy planets and governments, not to mention it seems that everyone and their mother were proficient in the Force out there. It leads credence to the fact that the Force was out there, and not limited to “Light” or “Dark”, but there are different philosophies and beliefs. Wars are started over beliefs.

Zak was on the trip, so he was going to have to “babysit” in a manner of speaking. The Nautolan Padawan was highly intelligent and had a bright future in the galaxy, even if he had yet to see or admit it himself, but his mouth could make things “fun” or “dreadful”, depending on the outlook of their hosts. The massive Jedi Master had yet to meet the others. They seemed to be nice enough.

We have not met yet. I am Master Caltin Vanagor, at your service. Have any of you been to this planet? Or have you heard of these people before?

The questions may seem a bit naive, but he was still “catching up”. Besides, the purpose was to get them to gain a little confidence around him while he read some more information on the ruling party. Caden's ship was entering the sovereign territory of their destination and the pilots slowly began the standard procedure of requesting permission to enter, and directions on where to go. Caltin was looking over the holo map rather intently.

 

[Zak Dymo]

[ padawan jet robes ] [ corellia digital beats ]
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He was supposed to be researching something about diplomacy.

Jedi Master Han Swolo was aboard, which was honestly the only reason why Zak had been even remotely interested in this field trip. Otherwise, it was starting to sound a lot like the standard Jedi fetchquest that the padawan had come to associate with Jedi-ness.

Go to this planet. Talk to these people.

Yeah, then next thing you know, you're bouncing from Ahch-To to Binaros to Commenor. For reasons.

As the very model of a modern major padawan, Zak had been assigned reading for this educational outing. It was one of the sacred texts of the Jedi. An actual loub-paper bound book. Like, aurabesh inscribed in ink and everything. It was supposed to be something that some Jedi Consular had authored on the subject of establishing contact with new worlds, or old worlds, or middle age worlds, or whatever. Honestly, the foreword acknowledgement of the Jedi Temple Librarian was enough to convince Zak that the proper storage facility for this assigned reading was the trash bin.

It was just page after page of words. And not, like, the small words that people actually spoke in everyday conversation. The kind of words where you needed a thesaurus, a dictionary, and you still wound up reading the same sentence like five times to actually be able to pick up what the nerf herder was trying to put down in as many words, syllables, sentences, paragraphs, and long-winded philosophical rhetorical rhetoric possible.

Spoiler alert: AINT NO ONE GOT TIME FOR THAT!

He'd been told that if he didn't want to read, then he should meditate. But that was just the Jedi version of the quiet game. He was wise to the ways of these Jedi adult brahs. He knew their tricks. They weren't slick.

Besides, meditation was just, like old Jedi dude speak for nap time.

There was a time and a place for that. Neither of which was here.

A pair of over-the-ear headphones dressed the sides of the Nautolan's head. Stubby head-tails whipped back and forth, as the boy popped and locked in time with the music that was pounding inside of his head.

He had no idea who these Veran... Verandune.... Veradone?

He had no idea who these new nerf herders were, but he hoped that they had some good music. Because the first item on Zak's diplomatic second contact list was checking out what passed for a rave on this planet.

And if they didn't already have good music?

They were about to.

Vulpesen Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Caden Evesa]

For once he wasn't leading something.

All he had done recently was lead little tasks, little missions. It's all he seemed to be doing in the Silver Jedi and while he was okay with it, he was okay with not being the highest ranking (or most experienced) Jedi around for once. The break from actively leading a task was welcome.

He'd met Caltin before, he and Irri had dragged the Jedi from the ice on Rhen Var only hours after the best weekend of the young boys life. The rest of the Jedi who'd be joining them were Jedi he had never met before, which was starting to become a bit of a trend.

Honestly he hadn't stuck around to talk to many of them when they'd boarded. He'd donated his ship to the cause, his LL-1210 Light Freighter knowing it meant that he could just sit up front and talk to literally no-one. He was happier on his own, especially when around people he didn't know.

It was only when he'd managed to get them close to Veradune and had set up their landing site that he actually decided it was time to at least go and pretend to be briefed by the Jedi Master in charge of this mission, these diplomatic negoations.

From Mandalore to Veradune, he was getting used to playing diplomat.

He'd chosen to go for the Jedi Robes instead of his more common go to of leather jacket and t-shirt. He figured he should at least try and blend in and make it look like he cared to fit in with the Jedi. He did like the leather jacket and t-shirt combo though.

He walked back into the hold at the same time Caltin started talking. He couldn't help but answer with a joke, something to try and break the ice, again. This time it wasn't literally breaking the ice though, that helped. He hadn't had much fun last time.

"I believe we have met big guy, or would you like me to leave you in the ice next time? To answer your actual question though, can't say I know much about these guys. Did some research on the way up here and they seem quite isolationist. Interested to see why they reached out to the Jedi all of a sudden"

Caltin Vanagor | Zak Dymo | Or'Fol Moric | Vulpesen

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol leaned back, his eyes closed as he meditated. He took a breath, thinking back through all the data that he know. There were almost no historic records for the master to follow, and they weren't even clear on its location. He heard the others, but he was focused on his thoughts, at least until hearing Caden. He opened his eyes, sitting up before speaking in his usual deep voice.

"It's hard to say, Padawan. What I know is that their histories is lacking, so finding out why they do what they are now will be almost impossible until meeting them face to face." He looked at the young padawan, smiling a little before showing the others a starmap.

Caden Evesa Caltin Vanagor Zak Dymo Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

Perhaps unfortunately for Caden, his ride as pilot would be a short one as upon meeting the first rally point, he would find himself moved to somewhere where he had no eyes upon the console of the transport that had been fetched to retrieve the jedi. For the people of Veradune, knowledge was power. Secrets were weapons, and thus far, their biggest weapon and shield had been their clandestine planet. Lost to history and erased from all archives, Vulpesen had nearly made the mistake of releasing such data back to the galaxy upon his return. It was then that he heard the whispers of threats... then the roars. He had made enemies in his time and many of those enemies had made more than a few comments about skinning Zorren tails for fur coats. He'd heard reports of desires to burn his forests to the ground or glass his home with cruel enjoyment. This was a large reason he had reached out to the Silver Jedi. It was also the reason that not even his potential allies were trusted with positions that might bring them knowledge of his home address. That Veradune existed in Silver Space was the most information that had been released in centuries.

Some time later as the Lupa touched down and the delegates released, the four would find themselves among a crowd of military personnel who offered polite bows before beginning their escort. Preferring to reduce the chaos of a fanfare, Vulpesen had instructed his pilot to land directly on the Palace's landing pad which was only a short walk to the main hall. Most traffic had been Halted, but that wasn't to say that the temple like structure. An abundance of figures who went about necessary tasks offered hellos and greetings as they passed, bustling off to whatever needed done to ensure the planetary government continued to run smoothly.

Vulpesen had always found it to be a great shame that he had to hide his home from outside eyes. As the delegation walked, they would see the gorgeous view of Veradune's great forest rising up towards the large windows. Towering lush trees with dark green canopies reached up for the sky, intermixed with spiring buildings. Even as they rebuilt the planet and did their best to create housing to accommodate a sudden boost in population, the Veran people had been careful not to mar their home's natural beauty. Even with a close look, it would be nearly impossible to tell where the city ended and the wilds began if not for a boundary wall meant to prevent entrance by the myriad of predators within the woods.


As they approached the door to the main hall, a golden eyed diplomat would meet them wearing a simply black suit and a polite smile. "You must be from the Concord. The Alphos is waiting within. Might I have your names, or would you like to introduce yourselves upon entering?"


Caden Evesa Caltin Vanagor Zak Dymo Or'Fol Moric

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

They were being redirected, this was interesting as it meant that there was already something to hide. Perhaps this was a mistake coming to their planet, maybe they would have been better off traveling to a neutral location. Then again there was a need here, these people were reaching out, they needed help and the Jedi by nature had to be there. So why the secrecy?

There was no time to dwell on this as the Caden, yes, he forgot about Caden was flying to the new coordinates. This was a nice planet.

As the ship set down, he noticed the military there to greet them. Again, if they were looking for help, why the show of force, even if ceremonial? All questions would be answered sure enough certainly as he looked at his colleagues.

This should be interesting.

Stepping down the ramp and meeting with the golden-eyed fellow, he offered a bow of his own which was really little more than a bow of the head and neck. Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Were they already here?

Lost in a world of imagination and music, the small Nautolan had apparently danced through the trip. When he'd realized that he was still moving, but the ship around him had stopped, the boy opened his eyes and looked around.

Caltin Vanagor was headed down the loading ramp, prompting the tween to hurry along in order to catch up with Caden Evesa and Or'Fol Moric

Falling into step behind the trio of Jedi, the padawan reached his heads up to pull the headphones from their place on either side of his head and, instead, let the headphones dangle around his neck. The faint sound of the synth-pop that the boy was listening to could be heard, even as the child's large, abyssal eyes peered around to try and get a look at this Vera-something-something planet.

From his vantage point, Zak just saw a wall of people. Some were bowing. Some were ushering them along. But all Zak saw was a bunch of random adults and then Han Swolo's phat arse taking up like more than half of the corridor.

He heard Arnold Schwoleneggar introduce himself as Caltin and, for a moment, Zak wondered if that was the first time he'd actually heard or knew what the Jedi Masters name was.

"Uh, I'm Zak," the boy supplied, even though he doubted anyone was talking to him.

Vulpesen​

 

[Caden Evesa]

He hated not being able to fly.

It was partly a control thing, he absolutely hated being a passenger. He felt safer if he was behind the controls, safer if he was making the inputs that could potentially result in a death or two. He liked knowing that any death was his own fault.

Yet he assumed giving up control was the best thing he could do, especially since they were supposed to be diplomatic and not start a war within Silver Jedi space. He hated the fact but it was the best call, for the time being at least.

The second ride was dull, lots of silence. Caden kept his eyes dancing around, on alert. He was seriously not trusting the secrecy, not trusting the change of ship or the fact that the planet didn't exist on any records in the slightest.

He'd debated bringing his concerns up with Caltin but it wasn't worth it. He was almost certain the Jedi Master was having the same thoughts the same concerns. It all seemed a little bit too sketchy for comfort and for a moment he wished he had the nativity of Zak.

Zak clearly didn't care.

Caden followed the big man down the ramp, Or'Fol besides him and Zak somewhere behind them, rushing to catch up. He listened as Caltin and Zak both introduced themselves. Caden still thought the entire thing was a little too sketchy for comfort.

"Ugh... Caden"

Or'Fol Moric | Vulpesen | Zak Dymo | Caltin Vanagor

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or’Fol remained mostly quiet as the group were sent to a new ship, though he wasn’t quite comfortable in it. The pain of being a herglic. It was hard to find normal vessels you could fit into. He noticed Caden wasn’t too happy, simply putting a hand on his shoulder, and he would soon nod to Caltin as he spoke up.

“Yes it will. And hopefully have more space.”

As they left the shuttle though, the historian looked to all the military personnel there. He didn’t sense anything that was off, but it still put him on edge. And then another surprise. A delegate, apparently, step out to lead them inside, or get some information before they ended. Or’Fol simply bowed his head before speaking.

“Master Or’Fol Moric, it’s a pleasure to be here.”

Vulpesen Caden Evesa Zak Dymo Caltin Vanagor

 

[Vulpesen]

Nodding at each of the names, the delegate continued his polite smile as his hands went to the door. "Very well." With an echoing creak, the large doors swung open to the main hall, displaying a single long table surrounded by chairs, and on the other end, four chairs backed by a single throne like seat upon a dais. There, would be the three present leaders of the Veradune with Vulpesen of course, sitting in the reach seat while his advisors sat below in their own places..

Escorting the delegates in, the diplomat raised his voice, allowing it to be heard by those inside. "Introducing Jedi Masters Or'Fol Moric and Caltin Vanagor as well as Mister Zak and mister Caden." With that small formality taken care of, he then turned and exited, shutting the large doors behind him.

Rising up, Vulpesen stepped around the empty middle seat and spread his arms in what he hoped was a welcoming gesture. "Our guests have finally arrived. Welcome to Veradune. I hope your travel was kind to you." As he spoke, his eyes moved between the four, taking stock of who the silver jedi had sent. There was a ang of disappointment in him as there were none that he recognized. Still, he had made a recent resolution to meet more people and if all went as planned, they would leave as friends.

Unfortunately, Vulpesen could both see and sense some trepidation in the newcomers, something which he figured his compatriot, Lucas had noticed as well. Drant however, had another concern as he grunted quietly at the Valde's side. "They sent their pups."

"Its a common practice. They also sent their masters," He whispered back before fixing his full attention on the jedi. "I'm sure you've quite a few questions for us, some more obvious than others and you'll have to forgive us for the cloak and dagger," he began. Vulpesen was well aware of the suspicious nature of his planet and this wasn't the first time that his secrets had placed him in a tight spot. "Please understand, we hope to stop hiding in the near future, thus why you're here. But its a dangerous galaxy and until we have certain assurances before we forgo that which has kept us safe thus far."

Zak Dymo
Or'Fol Moric
Caden Evesa
Caltin Vanagor

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Pups?” Caltin can indeed read lips, and while he would have been insulted in his time, now it was something of a different story, that and it was an understandable ploy. The massive Jedi Master chose to remain standing, not out of suspicion, or a lack of respect, but because he had been sitting for a good portion of the day and would like to stand up and stretch his legs. He chose not to press the matter of their security measures, waving off the apology of Vulpesen he listened a little further.

The man was not fearful, necessarily, but determined to protect his people, that was understandable to a fault. He allowed his eyes to wander, he was taking in the surroundings, the architecture, the artwork, the signs of culture, but Caltin was also taking in their security measures. Just as the people of Veradun were not ready to trust the Jedi, he was not ready to trust them, not completely anyway. However, when you have a standoff, someone must be willing to step forward.

He knew inwardly that Zak Dymo was probably humming some ostentatious tune in his head, and Caden Evesa was thinking of questions of his own, but a more personal nature, Caltin glanced over at Master Or'Fol Moric with his eyes and spoke to him through the Force.

~I do not want to think that they are hiding something.~

I guess my first question would be a rather loaded one. What are you looking for in this meeting today?

 

[Zak Dymo]

This was the part where Zak was supposed to just be quiet.

It was like being the kid at the adult table, either because there weren't enough seats at the kids table or because there weren't enough kids and you had to sit with the adults. Some Sephi-looking brah started talking. And then Caltin Vanagor started talking.

At first, Zak's large black eyes watched the exchange as though it were a sports match and the two were verbally batting a grav-ball between themselves. Then, his attention span timed out and the Nautolan started looking around the room and at the different people within.

Zak had lots of questions.

Did Or'fol prefer salt water or fresh water? Why was Caltin so ripped? What was up with that Sephi dude's eyes? Was he even a Sephi? Why did Caden look like he needed to fart or something? He seemed like he was looking around. Was he looking for the refresher or something?

These were all questions that were on the Nautolan's mind. Deep, deep philosophical musings.

Veradune was not prepared for the mind of Zak.

Or'Fol Moric Caden Evesa Vulpesen​

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol looked at Caltin, nodding a little before telepathically answering back.

"They've been isolationists to this point. It's not unexpected." The Herglic then looked back at Vulpesen. The large Jedi tried to figure this leader out. He seemed like he was honest, but you never could tell. Either way the large Jedi looked, trying to understand everything around him. He thought, the more scholarly side of him came out with one of his questions.

"Well, I must ask, what led your people to staying so isolated. I imagine that it must've been something that shook your people to their core." Or'Fol may've been a bit forward, but he was still a historian. It made him curious about the closed every planet's past, especially such a closed off one. He looked at Zak, tapping him before speaking quietly. "Focus, padawan."

Vulpesen Zak Dymo Caltin Vanagor

 

[Vulpesen]

Security within the room was relatively light with only a one man sitting in the corner of the room in what was obviously a dress uniform, armed with a Alsatian battle rifle and a fennec pistol. Watching the room impassively, Captain Harlow did of course have contact with the rest of the Royal guard who could be on the way to the room in moments. Still even that security Vulpesen and Lucas had believed was unnecessary. In a room with two powerful force users and Drant Claymus who was more than capable of holding his own as head of the militia, it was likely that if a fight somehow broke out, that the royal guard would simply get in the way and place unnecessary lives in danger.

The Architecture of the room was spacious and open with a second floor obviously visible above them in the form of a hall which surrounded the throne room where others stand could look down into the proceedings if they had been present. The material of building mostly appeared to be a dark wood though there were pieces on durasteel in the construction to lend some non-natural strength to the structure. Otherwise, the room seemed fairly barren at the moment the main fixture being the large table in the center surrounded by chairs, and lining the walls, smaller booths several of which held medical kits rather than dining furnishings.

The questions of the Jedi were of course, no surprise to the planetary representatives. They were the very reasons Vulpesen had called them here. "You're correct master Moric. Truth is, my people were once spread far and wide through the galaxy, acting much like you jedi to help keep the peace, or when the times called for it, break the peace to dispose of a threat. Unfortunately, long before most of us in here were born, our good deeds found themselves punished by the gulag plague. After the plague ended, we were weakened and on the verge of collapse. However, it wasn't until a group of pirates came to our home that our way of life was destroyed. They took everything. Our homes, our freedom, our families, and our lives." To those who were attuned to such things there would be a noticeable shift in the room. Vulpesen of course showed a bit of sadness as he recounted the events. He had read the histories and hear of them, but to him it was just that. History.

Within Drant, there was a white hot anger seated deep within him. If he had an affinity with the force, it would be likely that any master would have concern about his path heading towards the dark side. It was a rage that never left him, even on his best days he would remember the days he watched his home burn. For Lucas, a man who's presence in the force was almost impeccably pure, there was a cold spot in his aura. His face remained as neutral as when the meeting had begun, but within there was a heartache that ran through him like an icy spear. It was a mournful sorrow that rang clearly within the force as Vulpesen spoke of what they had been through. Zorrens were long lived, and while Vulpesen might have adopted the history of centuries... some had lived it.

"Thankfully, some previous run ins with the old empires specifically the ones that built giant planet destroying beams convinced my people to erase our presence from most records. When the bandits started hunting us however, those that survived scoured the galaxy to purge them all." With that, Vulpesen spread his arms, bringing his speech back to the present moment. "And thus we are here. I was once a jedi, much like yourselves. I left and I came home. I removed those that had stolen our homes and restored us to what I hope is the path to our former glory. That Master Moric is why we've been hidden."

His gaze turned to Caltin Vanagor . "As for why we've chosen now to reveal ourselves.. we almost did years ago. Back when I was new and thought I could spread our protective cloud across the galaxy. Unfortunately, the Galaxy was cruel and dark, ruled by the sith empire and we were far too close to its influence. The candle was snuffed before it was alight, and thankfully before we could truly release the location of our home. And so we waited. Master Vanagor, I have watched your silver concord grow steady and strong. I remember when you were created and I often remember how things might have turned out if I took that chance to become a founding member. As it is, I have simply made friends within your ranks, each of whom are among the people I trust most with my life and the lives of my people. We are not a people who like to live in darkness. We are tired of hiding. We are tired of watching the galaxy pass us by with offering our services to a few skirmishes every few years. Zorrens exist to defend. We live to fight against evil but the evil of our time is great and we do not wish for our destruction, even if our instincts call us to run towards it. I chose now because I have watched you grow. For some time now, we have sat within your influence, safe from assailment from those who might wish to harm us as they would not penetrate so deep into your borders to unleash such a strike. We simply believe its time that we repay that favor and lend you our support. What I want from today is for people not born of this planet to enjoy the warmth of our sun, and the bounties of beautiful land without the worry that one might scorch it. I want our wilders to help teach our ways to those that would listen. We of Veradune want to be a part of the galaxy we love, and once again be its defenders."

Or'Fol Moric Zak Dymo

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

This man is either misinformed, desperate for friendship, or is lying. The Zorren were a fine people he felt certain of this, but this “Vulpesen”, was not making a good first impression on the massive Jedi Master. Pulling out a datapad as the Zorren leader spoke, the big guy was looking up the Zorren people, mentally slapping himself at how little information on them there was and how he lit it slip by his attention that they had already spoken about this on the ship, he looked up “@Vulpesen” and “Jedi Partnerships”. While this was not a proverbial “slam dunk”, it was more successful, and it sparked a memory or two in his own mind.

The Jedi did not look at them as “friends” and “partners”, at least not to what he was reading. If this was the people that this entry was focused on, they were an “acceptable culture of Force Users.” That meant to him that they were okay and he could accept this, perhaps they protected the Unknown Regions, or sections of space that had not yet been explored at the time, maybe old CIS territory before they became what they were.

Caltin did not like the statement that Vulpesen had made, he claimed that the Zorren “broke the peace to dispose of a threat”. This was not the Jedi way, even when some wanted it to be, and the big guy did not bother to hide his skepticism, he was not here to impress them, it was their job to ease his concerns, in his eyes. This was not very diplomatic, he knew and was well aware of this, but if the SJC wanted pure diplomats, then they would have sent them, he assured himself.

Your people were attacked by the Imperial Remnant, were they not? Intent on committing to a Base Delta Zero (planetary bombardment rendering a planet lifeless)? I have read that there are seedlings of a group of sentients trying to bring back those ways. How does this affect you?

The question may seem simple enough and irrelevant to the proceedings, but it served another purpose, Caltin wanted to see the eyes of the individuals. They may be glowing and yellow, but one could still look into them and find the truth.

I was a young Padawan when this happened. I was there, no older than Padawan Zak Dymo, or Caden Evesa here..

He was not lying. The young “New Republic” was still establishing themselves, looking for all of the allies that they could get. The New Jedi Order was still green, but they were growing and coming together.

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol looked over at Vulpesen, nodding as he explained the situation.

"That makes sense. After such an event.... I've read of similar things in other systems." He then looked at Caltin's next question, not quite knowing what he was getting at, but he could sense doubt in the man. Perhaps something about what Vulpesen said didn't add up to him, but the Herglic was waiting to pass judgement, remaining very calm and composed.

Vulpesen Caltin Vanagor Zak Dymo Caden Evesa

 

[Vulpesen]

Caltin's mistrust didn't go unnoticed by either Vulpesen or Lucas who both shared a glance. Having been taught to read the presence of others, the pair had often relied on the force before to help them in their diplomatic endeavors. "By what I've heard from our elders, yes that had been a problem. But in my time, it was the One Sith who threatened to destroy us, and the sith empire after them. No doubt these Bryn'adul would enjoy doing the same if offered the chance." The Master's mention of a resurgence of such tactics certainly had an effect on all in the room. The Valde and both his Excelsi stiffened a bit in their chairs and their gazes hardened.

"That is why we've reached out to you. We have kept to our cages for far too long. It is time the guard dogs of the galaxy resume our patrols. Master Vanagor, I understand that many jedi abhor violence and believe that it is best to avoid battle until it is at your doorstep. However, when I was a jedi, I earned my title of Master by fighting in the wars of the Republic. When the Council was idle, I joined the Army of Light and I never regretted the decision. I doubt the Togorians I saved from Genocide were upset about my decision either." There was a new seriousness in his tone as his golden eyes focused on the human before him, brought by conviction gained from years of experience. "I suppose my transition from the order didn't change me much. We of Veradune believe in being proactive and while we will always accept surrender, and look towards rehabilitation and redemption, there are three crimes that we find unforgivable. Genocide is one of them. I'll not hide that we are a warrior culture. Our jewelry is weapons and every tavern comes with a medical station. However, we rarely fight on our own behalf. We fight to defend others and preserve our code of Life, Freedom, and Unity."

Caltin Vanagor
Or'Fol Moric
Zak Dymo

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Veradune​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"​

Tag: Vulpesen , Zak Dymo, Caden Evesa , Or'Fol Moric​

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“When you abandon freedom to achieve security, you lose both and deserve neither.”


I see…

” Guard Dogs?” Caltin held his opinion inward, but he did not care if this sentient before him was indeed a former Jedi Master or not. He did not care if these people were of a warrior culture, he in fact could see that for himself. He did not care for the way this conversation was going. Not only did Vulpesen have something to hide, but he was also outright lying. If he “reached out” to the Silver Concord to seek an alliance for the protection of his people, why was he looking for them to go out in the stars again? Could he not do that on his own? It was suddenly becoming clear that they were looking at this meeting as some kind of formality. The delegation was here to meet and report back to the Council, they could decide the next step.

No, he was not here to negotiate, so he would not make the opinion that was forming and stiffening inside him to come to light. Maybe these individuals would be a welcome member of Concord space, maybe not, it was not for him to decide, if it was, well he would have left already.

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[Zak Dymo]

"Focus, padawan."

The Nautolan's stubby head-tails whipped around, as the boy turned his head up to look at the massic Herglic. "What?" the boy uttered, not really understanding what had been said.

What was he supposed to be focusing on? Everyone was just talking about boring stuff. It was like attending a history lecture, except in this case, when they were done, Zak still had to log on to the on-line class and view the history lecture that he'd missed so he could do his Jedi Academy homework.

Double lectures and only getting graded on one of them! It was, like, the worst.

Also, what was probably not the right way to respond to a Jedi Master. "Yes, Master," the boy amended quickly, to try and cover for his initial reaction-without-thinking.

What had Zak just agreed to? He had no idea. Which was also very Jedi. Maybe he wasn't meant to understand what he should be focusing on.

Vulpesen was saying something about jewelry and... taverns? What was a tavern? Was that even a thing? It sounded like a made up word.

Life, Freedom, and Unity sounded like a bomb name for a synthwave band. The boy imagined that LFU could drop some sick beats.

Did these people even have raves? Clubs?

Where the DJ at? Stop the speaking and get to spinning.

Sadly, the Nautolan was living in a universe that did not have enough music in it.

Or'Fol Moric probably rocked out to whale song and Caltin Vanagor probably thought the music scene was whatever was playing inside the gym.