Private Prominence

[Tempest Yore]

TAG: Caedyn Arenais​

Refugee Crisis

The horrific callous annihilation of the planet of Csilla no reason could ever justify, lead many off-world survivors to seek asylum across the galaxy. They feared they were direct targets of the Sith, their species marked for total extinction.

The Jedi did their best to shower a sense of peace upon those took to living among the Sacred Temple grounds. So many among this formidable race had become vehemently obsessed with vengeance, the very young and very old swearing to take to arms at any moment. Tempest Yore found herself sobered by their utterances. Some truly expected she might attempt to offer answers. At first, she found herself dumbfounded in their presence. She saw disappointment in their eyes for they had judged her incapable of empathy. This wasn't true at all. She found herself unexpectedly overwhelmed by her station of responsibility; nobody ever looked to her for guidance before. Even the last person anyone would believe to come to faith, they deserved the galaxy hand them some sort of answer as to why this vile act was allowed to happen. The last to believe in any sort of deity, deserved better insight than someone such as Tempest Yore could provide them. And she began to feel abundantly sorry that her ministering seemed so very unprogressive.

She sat in sessions with healers, and served as a family counsellor, day after day for the families, whole or broken, settled within the camps. Day after day she heard the same frustrations. It did not take long before she too, lost her smile in the wake of such tragedy and somber lamentation.



In the early morning hours, she sat in a wooden chair outside her temporary living quarters. A small butterfly landed upon her forearm undetected at first. The Jedi Knight pondered its significance in the grand scheme of life…'So small and unintelligible, unexpressive, yet it has caused me to consciously desire to understand it.' It suddenly fluttered away.

In silence she watched the scene on the nearby landing pad unfold before her eyes, as the new owners of her luxury yacht load into the bridge of what was her home for the past decade of her life. A wooden box, latched shut, full of credits, she dispassionately handed over to the village monk. A chain link bracelet forged of precious metals draped over the top of the lid, was her last tangible item holding memories of her Late, loving Father.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the monk repeated as he bowed to her for her generosity. "This will feed all the refugees for many months!"

Tempest nodded lightly, feeling quite detached. Yes, Tempest Yore has sobered in the wake of the horrors of the Chiss genocide.
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[Tempest Yore]

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[Caedyn Arenais]

The annihilation of Csilla had reached every corner of the Galactic Map, the news of the grave tragedy spreading evenly throughout the Outer Rim Territories of which Caedyn Arenais spent the majority of his time nowadays, and had the Holonet not conveyed the devastation of life and the utter travesty of Sith malevolence, the cry of the Force was strong enough to reach the Jedi Knight following those few precious moments where so many lives had been instantly cut off from the natural world they stood upon.

While he could not go out in aid to the survivors of Csilla, Caedyn had fully funded Lifeline Connect LTD to head out in search of those refugees and fellow aiding government agencies to do whatever good possible. No doubt the assistance felt too little too late for those afflicted, yet the Jedi Knight could not simply ignore their needs, even with the Outer Rim Territories such a wild and lawless region of space.

This was where he had committed his service for the time being, and while the Galactic Alliance and the Silver Jedi Concord were capable of serving the Core and the Expansion regions, the Outer Rim had been neglected since the collapse of the Outer Planets Alliance.

Having sent aid to the victims of Csilla's downfall, Caedyn had made one simple request that he ought to be kept in the loop as to how the situation progressed. Those whom Lifeline Connect LTD would meet with, would be able to identify themselves as the humanitarian organization founded under the House Arenais and working with the authority and representation of Caedyn himself, the Jedi Knight who presently served the Outer Rim Territories.

Tempest Yore

 

[Tempest Yore]

TAG: Caedyn Arenais​

Refugee Crisis

The Knight sat shiva for a while, contemplating what would be the last moments she likely would ever lay eyes on her ship again. She was so close to out-right owning it too. It had been her home, where she took her friends, hoped to build a life with family once she had found someone special. She brought potential mates there, threw parties, really lived it up.

Looking back at how it really was though, she recognized an emptiness. Where are those friends today? Countless. They were ever absent when life happened, and her very name to them was often forgotten or more than seldom never even exchanged with many who enjoyed her yacht parties. The ship they recalled though every time it came to dock, along with Tempest's beauty, but never anything more than the outer shell and the cheery personality of the woman was known. She purposefully saw to that herself though, she realized. She kept herself apart, because nobody ever stayed anyhow. Time seems to have changed her perspective on what is valuable in life.

She has another string of minor investments which she can live off of today, and she gave the full sum of the sale of her ship to the monk; she will still have to make the remainder of payments to the ship's creditors. The settlement survivors need it far more than her greedy creditors. Her finances are in one fell swoop, now seriously upside down. That ship had tied up in it, the bulk of her inheritance.

She stared off at the yacht she had custom designed, so sleek and reflective. 'She is a star all her own when up there in space.'

Nearby, the monk spoke regarding Tempest's gesture with representatives of some charitable foundation. The Jedi Knight suddenly realized how long she had been planted along the edge of the tarmac. Her presence probably drew much curiosity.

Soon The Indomitable's engines were ignited, a sound she only heard when her baby had been taken in for a routine tune-up. She purred with such power! In a flash Tempest's once long prized and only real possession stole away into the darkness of the distant void. The light of the sun reflecting off her body while in orbit, faded to naught. Tempest never imagined she would ever be without her. The page had been turned so quickly, she felt like one among the Chiss, homeless, without family, without reliable steady income. Investments were a dirty business that could be destroyed by a targeted attack by anyone planning a hostile take-over. She needed to eat today, not just planning for her future.

The Jedi Knight suddenly animated and stood to meet the monk, who was at the end of making arrangements with the newcomers. "I can't remain any longer," she told him. "I need to go for a while, but I will return in the near future to check on how things are progressing. Contact me if you have any needs."

To which the monk replied, "That is what these people are here for too. Maybe they can give you a lift back with them. You can stand in for me to render my personal thanks for the generosity of their organization. I cannot leave these people just yet. They need an advocate and interpreter."

"I will certainly do you that honor."

"This foundation strictly serves the Outer Rim Territories, and is lead by a Jedi too."

Tempest's eyes suddenly lifted. She hadn't been involved with assisting the current state of the galaxy in many years. She did what she was personally led to do by the Force, but she had never felt at home among any single group, as the bureaucratic minded always took over everything. The Order which once stood for the Nine Tenants soon was destroyed from the inside. The Council fell apart, split on its general purpose. The Jedi wanted to appear better within the eyes of the Galaxy, and soon they began to be all inclusive of those who followed the gray path, so long as those new members would kill Sith. The Order just started to look like nothing more than a Government body. It held private investments, and stocked armaments, seemed offtrack of its historically ordained intentions. There is absolutely no hope that the true Jedi Council shall ever return at this point. The idea of holding power went to the heads of so many individual Masters. So many called themselves Jedi, yet the path truly is not for everyone. Its historical focus is one far more pure and selfless than many commit to today. The term which once stood for a tantric state of being, became smeared across the galaxy.

She didn't know Jedi outside those splinter organizations among the Core. There is so much required of one with living there, even Jedi seem to be fighting tooth and nail just to exist. Tempest was raised on Coruscant and she too had long been captivated by the thralls of running successful business adventures, a life path perhaps best avoided for the Jedi. She saw individual Masters set themselves up as Kings. Does blood make you Blessed? Jedi Masters publicly slandered one another for differing values. Maybe someday there shall be one who unifies the Jedi, but as of this day, so long as Jedi herald personal gain, none are worthy to sit on any Sacred Council to represent a beacon of Light to others.

Today, at least Tempest made her reparations with the Force. She would not absolve herself entirely, for she could imagine all the help she could have offered people up until this point in time. Instead of her care, they went neglected to the point of only living among shadow. She didn't see them there at all. She would at least go with these strangers today and see who is in charge of the charity. She would make a plea for anything else she could convince the grantor to provide the refugees.

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She offered nothing more than her name to the agents. Perhaps they figured that should bringing her to their boss be an issue, they could easily remedy that error. Tempest's name was not unknown among the Temples of the Core Worlds. She made a name for herself on numerous occasions, both of good nature with the Jedi, and of bad nature with local authorities, both for following the Force.

It wasn't long before she found herself escorted by the agents to the Jedi she was sent to meet.

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[Caedyn Arenais]

As time passed on Caedyn Arenais would continue to manage and oversee the workings and going-on's within the Jedi Enclave of Svivren. The Enclave itself was not alike those within the Core or surrounding territories of the Mid-Rim, here there was no real hierarchy and especially no seated Council but rather the Enclave Steward, the role of which Caedyn held and was responsible for all those under his roof.

Unlike the Silver Rest of the Order of the Silver Jedi, life here also lacked a lot of the consistent structure present on Kashyyyk. Here, Jedi came and went. The Enclave offered rooms for Jedi and visitors to use, yet very few were permanent residence, and those that were had been fitted for Enclave Faculty and their Padawan Learners. Being a part of the Enclave of Svivren was entirely voluntary and the place acted much more like a Communal hub for Jedi than an academic institution. In truth, this felt rather perfect for the nature of life within the Outer Rim Territories, and also allowed plenty of freedom for Caedyn's own travels.

A new day had dawned, however, and this morning found the Jedi Knight standing within the Enclave Hanger awaiting the scheduled transport to land. Those aboard were representatives from Lifeline Connect LTD, and wished to convey the progress of the refugees and survivors of the Csilla massacre; Svivren also serving as a resupply point before they were space-bound again for their next destination.

The Vessels arrival was timely and sent the service droids upon the Hangar floor into business mode as they prepared to refuel the ship and begin maintenance protocols. As soon as the vessels occupants would depart into the open Hangar air, Caedyn would be there to greet them with a formal bow as was the typical custom for a Jedi of his nature.

"Greetings and welcome to Svivren, I am the Enclave Steward, Caedyn Arenais".

Tempest Yore​

 

[Tempest Yore]

TAG: Caedyn Arenais​

Introductions

Tempest had not heard of most enclaves outside of the safety of the Core. Neither did she ever research beyond her own personal routes of travel. When she did stay at any, they were for

She found a representative awaiting their arrival, and in return to his introduction she lightly nodded her head. The seriousness of her message, had wiped any chance for a lite-hearted smile from her features, typically worn while meeting a new face. "Caedyn Arenais, I am Tempest Yore. The neighboring systems' refugee camps of the Chiss genocide, have asked that I relay to you directly their heartfelt gratitude for the generosity of your organization. So much more will be needed, as the survivors fear for their lives, and many more who were off-world during the annihilation are seeking out asylum. The galaxy shares a great sense of uneasiness, until we might learn more about the extent of the Sith's developments of superweapons."

She realized that moment that she too has no place to call home any longer, and requires lodging. "I would like to stay…for a time, if I may. I offer my services to the cause." By her attire she would not be identified as a Jedi. Had the monk not first introduced her to his representatives by her faith, she would never have offered the information. It is not her custom to flaunt the fact during an initial meeting. She prefers to be respected for her actions, and not how well or how poorly she lives up to all of the positive or negative implications which cloud one's mind after they should learn that she upholds an ancient code.
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[Caedyn Arenais]

"By all means Miss Yore, you're welcome to make use of the Enclave here as you see fit. Consider it a home away from home" Caedyn replied with a friendly and warm smile, turning side on to gesture for her to join him in a walk towards the facilities interior.

"What happened on Csilla was a grave tragedy, and I regret not being able to spare the people more than I have" he continued, his thoughts roaming to the whereabouts and wellbeing of the refugees, at least now with the sense of relief in knowing that Lifeline Connect LTD had been of some help, however small. "If there are people displaced from war or tragedies such as this one, I can offer a place of sanctuary on Mnemosyne also. It can be found within Silver Space, protected by the Silver Concord".

Aside from having established a family estate on the peaceful world, Caedyn and the rest of House Arenais were the royal family to the entirety of the Mnemos people, a constitutional monarchy that fortunately meant they needn't be there unless there was a dire state of emergency. The point however was that there was nothing to hold them back from finding a place of safety for others to start new lives among the locals there.

"The Enclave here on the other hand has something of an open-door policy. There aren't as many Jedi this far south of the Core and the Outer Rim Territories require all the help they can get. Many tend to come and go, few are actually full-time residents here, but for those like yourself, the Svivren Enclave will always be open to you".

Tempest Yore