Rebirth - Jedi Praxeum [Open to all Jedi]

[Romi Jade]

Jedi Praxeum

This is a location thread. Jump in and explore, help rebuild, or pop in if you need to talk to Romi about anything.
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Romi could have sworn she still felt the temple's cold nip at the back of her neck while unpacking her datapack, she slotted it into a computer panel. This particular hardware hailed from an old ship wrecked ages ago -- Ossus had become a graveyard for old ships dating back to the Republic. They discovered that when the Initiative came by and scouted the Red Dragon. The Library, even when abandoned, seemingly accumulated years of sensor data that started sorting itself into several contacts, ships that had passed, lingered, wrecks.

Tsk

"Well, I mean It's far cooler than Jakku." she mused to herself, punching codes.

She'd set up the analysis console not far from the hangar, all this good hardware was delivered by Sor-Jan Xantha and she was grateful. It cut down on spending for upgrades. A quick cadence of beeps, a swift rhythmic pattern, cut through from behind. Her face scrunched up, and she whipped around glancing away from the scans "Wait...so you actually miss the heat?" She was squaring off with her astromech droid, R0.

This was commonplace for them both. R0 had feminine programming for sure; they bickered like sisters.

She barked back in anyway that machines do -- Romi understood.

"Well you're a droid so..." Rolling her eyes she sauntered off to the next task, stop just shy of her next step. "Hey heyy don't get sassy with me." but in short order she popped a panel off and got engrossed in a tune-up.

A beat.

"Least now people will be able to dock proper..."

Some nights sleep evaded her. Jakku, Coruscant, touring, and helping out in Wild Space kept her mind busy. When she couldn't sleep she kept at work here at the Praxeum. There were far few bodies this time around, very many didn't make it out of the Enclave massacre. But she was keen on making this a new spot, and even more so reclaiming it for the Jedi overall.

"Can you pull up the schematics? and where is Kaleleon he was suppose to be here by now..." She doubled back over her chronometer.

Her face lit up in a blue sheen, brought on by the holographic fire suddenly igniting. "Alright, we'll continue to keep the lower levels closed off for now...uh-alright. My plan now is to cleanse this place for good, it's gotta be done. I'll start there and then we can examine the other rooms. Let's light it up."

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[Gi Gregain]

Gi had been sent in Matsu's stead to help Romi, the jedi master did a lot but she was also involved in projects that required her attention and clearing out and fixing up Ossus was a full time job on its own with many of the risks that there were. SHe was in one of the stealth ships as the deck rang out with several techs. They were preparing a small strike team and she was heading down to the planet as the seals were set on her armor and standing up to full height. THe heralds armor gleaming as it radiated the lightside of the force and had been infused into everything to strengthen it for the highest levels of protection. Two guardians flanking her as they went into the drop bays.

'You are the heralds of the lightside, defenders of the force and bulwark of the order.' The words came and while mostly good they were just meant to be words and Gi stood there as the docking bay doors opened and Ossus stood like a marble below her. THe Ashla's light was in orbit and in an instant she felt the rush of gravity shifting as they plummeted. Kilometers above the world the heavily armored jedi dropped. The hissing of the anti-grav repulsors as the gravity well of the world came into focus and below her was the temple as she was dropping in. Sasori and The Jadeite under Matsu had sent for Romi plenty of equipment including the advanced modules for medical and food production, water cleaning and storage.

The impact of Gi as she came down was big and she crouched going to one knee less from pain and more from effect to brace herself even in the armor as standing up her hands went to the mini computer as she pulled up the information and fed it to the others who were coming. Guardians were better able to fly and built for it so they patrolled around in the air and two snipers could work with their Kami from orbit monitoring everything that was happening to them. She moved speakikng as the sky blue armors faceplate reflected nothing. "Master Jade, Master Ike sent us to aid you in clearing out the temple. We stand by with The Jedi Shadow in deep orbit."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

With Coren out working at Kattada and between that and the rest of the Wayseekers that were looking to do more for the Light Side than the Jedi could if they were under the Council, that left Jared to helping around the new Praxeum being created on Ossus. As a student of the Jedi, but not an outright Jedi himself, Jared was more focused on the end game, but it also meant that he was a loyal defender of the Ashla and the path.

Today, he was tasked with bringing a refugee, the Ithorian Jedi Drun Vooltroo to Ossus. The Ithorian was at both a remarkable scientist, and a remarkable healer, blending modern technology, the Ithorian way, and the Force into all he was doing. Working with the Jedi AgriCorps, Drun was capable of improving crop yields, and working with the most advanced sustainable energy that he could come up with, ranging from wind, solar, and tidal.

"Alright Drun. The drop off shouldn't be so bad, but I'll be around, basing out of Ossus for the time being, if you need anything." Jared stated. As a Hunter of the Fringe, he was skilled with hunting down the darkness in the galaxy, especially if that darkness was in the Force.

The Ithorian gave a shrug and an awkward nod before speaking in his native tongue, to which his translator droid began reciting in basic. "I understand. I am looking forward to helping to rebuild Ossus. And to provide a safe space for the Order to grow from." There were many who did not always work with Wayseekers, however, a Wayseeker was a Jedi at their core, but worked on several projects and paths that may not have Council blessing.

"They will be lucky to have you. I know you assisted at Kattada, but this world has much more of the offerings for your skills." Jared nodded as they had stepped off the ship, the Tequila Sunrise. Overhead, a pair of Gentes Bulk Freighters were escorted by the at-the-moment cloaked Cipactli Cruiser known as the Proteus, were landing shuttles with materials and temporary buildings.

Drun began speaking again "Your teams know to be careful with the material, yes?"

Jared couldn't help but laugh but he did nod to the elder Ithorian. "Of course, Master Vooltroo."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"No, we're doing the hololink showcase at the technology expo on Chandrila."

The small Anzat had a flashlight out, tracing the myriad of cabling that ran along the walls of this section of the temple. At the same time, he was being followed by a diminutive BB unit, which was holocasting an image of the company's vice presidents.

He had all kinds of problems, but at the moment he was less concerned with Finance wanting to ignore Marketing and more concerned with the Praxeum power grid. "Reserve the holostation five demo for HoloCon," the boy commented, as he paused to inspect a section where someone had bastardized a rather unique amalgam of Sith, Jedi, and Republic power transfer conduits. Not to mention, that was Marketings proposal from the start. Push comlinks and computer at the technology expo, push the hologaming systems at the gaming convention. "Plus that gives us more time to get production to starting levels," the youth added. Which, was admittedly a much needed bonus.

Between the Maw and the neverending Sith Wars, supply lines for alloys and components had been thrown into complete disarray. Which put the chip factories behind the production, which put final assembly even further behind the production. The holostation five should have been released more than a year ago. Right now, they just didn't have the inventory for a galactic launch event was the brutal truth of it.

"That moves us to... fourth-quarter shareholder meeting," the voice of the COO offered.

The voice of the Marketing DIrector cut in, "We were thinking of holding this one on Commenor..."

"Common what?" the small Anzat chirped, spinning around to catch the round droid and the holographic projection in the light of the flashlight he wielded. Switching the light off, the boy uttered, "We're holding it on Corellia."

What part of Corellia Digital Company was so hard for people to understand?

Marketing no less.

"Market analysis shows we need to do more to showcase the company outside of the Alliance."

Flipping the flashlight around in his grip, the boy gestured toward the holographic representation with the butt end of the torch. "I don't give a damn about the Alliance or any other arbitrary line on a star chart," the boy stated flatly. "It was years before we liberated Corellia from underneath the One Sith, so that we could actually have a board of directors meeting in the Corellian System. I will not move it."

"The One Sith? That was decades ago."

"I'm not making a request," the Anzat stated curtly. He left it there a moment, before adding, "If you want to propose Selonia, Drall, or either of the Twins then I'll listen. But we will do it in the Corellian System."

Silence then.

"If there is nothing else, then I thank you all for your time," the boy stated in a neutral tone. "Xantha out."

The holoprojector light from the BB unit cut out, plunging the corridor into darkness. "Unbelievable," the boy uttered, switching the flashlight back on as he turned back toward the wall.

In contrast to his problems with a board of executives that yearned to leave their Corellian branding behind, the issued plaguing Romi Jade 's Praxeum were far more easier for him to diagnose and address. The wiring in this temple dated back to the Old Republic, and had been overlaid, added to, combined with, and/or replaced by any number of refits, modifications, and augmentations in all the intervening centuries of use before lapsing back into dis-use or being re-purposed.

Suffice to say, the temple's electrical infrastructure was not up to code. And it would take a herculean effort to get it there. But, the Jedi were likely less concerned with building codes and more concerned with just having basic functionality. Which, right now at least the lights were on. Maybe some flickering here or there, but the lights worked. And he was at least familiar enough with Old Republic power converters to have developed a stabilized distribution network for the central computer core.

The landing bay would have to make use of power droids, for the time being anyway.

Once upon a time, as a Jedi Technician, these kinds of engineering dilemmas had been the only thing that the boy had to worry about. Not the financial well-being of an interstellar corporation.

Sometimes he missed the simplicity of Jedi life. Sometimes.

But that was nostalgia. A Jedi life was far less tranquil or simple than it otherwise appeared.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Ossus - Jedi Praxeum - Construction area

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)

Tag: Romi Jade Gi Gregain Jared Starchaser Sor-Jan Xantha

"Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you will never make it through the night." - Leia Organa(Solo)​

Caltin had been here since long before sunrise, after all, it wasn't that long of a jump from Commenor. He jumped from Commenor with "The Starlight Sentinel" and the Retired model from the headquarters of his company. He still felt odd about being a company owner, but it was a way to give back, at least that is how he approached it. Anyway, both ships were full of construction supplies and GAL volunteers come to help make repairs. They were all here to help rebuild, and while the big guy would take any direction Romi wanted to give on rebuilding the inside, they had spent the majority of their time clearing out the debris and damage still around from the Sith Eternal attack on the old Temple itself as well as the last action.

The work was slow at first because of just how extensive the damage was, but bringing a lot of the shipbuilding equipment that was brought allowed for repurposing much of it into usable structural supports. By "lunchtime" many had already put in a full day's work but each of them had felt it was rewarding to work, what they were doing. Caltin kept busy because he did not want to think about the last time that he was here, so the big guy moved inside to get more work done. The massive Jedi Master was going to go down to the lower levels when he had heard Romi Jade state how she wanted the lower levels to remain closed for now.

Okay, guess I'm going back outside.

With a bit of a chuckle, the big guy turned on his heel and walked back outside. It's cool, those windows needed to be put in anyway.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

The Princess Leia was parked not too far from where Romi Jade was setting up shop. There, Mishel and the ship's Selonian pilot went back forth over some rather recent events.

"I hate it," Mishel complained as she stepped out of the refresher. A sigh escaped her as she headed across the galley and toward her quarters. "Don't say anything Lav."

The Selonian pilot just chuckled.

In years past, Mishel could eat anything she wanted to. "Y'know I never had these problems in my old body." She continued to complain, as she set a foot outside her quarters, half-dressed, Corellian pilot's pants, and a sports bra at the most. "No, I don't care if it was my original body and that I was younger, see, I should - should in theory still be able to eat whatever I want."

Lav only threw back that she was older as was her new body.

"What? Hey, excuse me, we do not say evil numbers around here, okay you do not mention 3- anything, - just no." She returned in a quick, rapid-fire manner denying anything that would mean she was not nearly as young as she once was. Mishel pulled down the white shirt, with the long sleeves that might as well have been a henley. "No, listen, Alessandra is not here, okay. I do not have to sit here and, and be on whatever whatsamacallit diet."

Alessandra Creed had been taking care of her older sister, making sure that the woman stayed well within her dietary restrictions. After discovering that Mishel was not just lactose intolerant but also had IBS. The younger sibling instructed the estate's chef and cooks on what Mishel could and could not have. Lav pointed out that it was for Mishel's benefit, even if she wholeheartedly disagreed he also told her she could look in the medicine cabinet to help her out.

Grabbing her belt, and lightsaber, Mishel only sighed with exasperation. "This, this wasn't a thing before, okay I- just - listen."

"I hate it, I hate all of it, this whole aging thing sucks and quite honestly I don't blame the Sith for looking for ways to stay youthful. I highly doubt any of them have to deal with nearly half the health issues I'm dealing with right now, also do not say anything about either of my mothers and their affiliation with the dark side." Mishel once more in her machine-gun like tone fired out her responses to Lav who only continued to laugh at the not-Jedi's despair.

"Anyway, I'm fine, I'm great and uh I will not hear anything about this anymore."

Lav then very gently crossed the distance between them and pointed out that Mishel didn't have any boots on.

"Right..."

She stepped back into her quarters and grabbed her combat boots, "I'm going to go now, please make sure that our parking meter stays paid."

Lav kept laughing and all Mishel could do as she skipped on one foot putting on one boot then the other was to make a rather obscene gesture with her hand toward the Selonian.

Marakai Al'Orren | Caltin Vanagor | Jared Starchaser | Sor-Jan Xantha | Gi Gregain ​

 

[Kaleleon]

New things had formed in recent months. Having dealt with quite a bit, having to feel like a fight was around every corner, I was hoping that this new action taken, would ease my mind. A formation of a new place in which would allow Romi, and her various followers, as well as Jedi in general to come to a place and stay well away from the Maw. Hearing that Jakku had been attacked did make me feel... saddened by that predicament. While I had only been there a sparse few times, it was a secondary home for me. I think mostly because the big three who had operated in my life time and time again were there as well.

It was from my time as a Padawan, I remember Romi always making mention of wanting a place away from the Silvers and Galactic Alliance. The politics of it tended to get in the way of her efforts of ending the various threats in the galaxy. The Sith, well a couple iterations of the Sith based religious factions had been sent away, and the Bryn were waning heavily. It was really only the Maw. Those who had attacked Csilla, Jakku, and continued their attacks against the Galactic Alliance. Of course they would be coming after Jedi. They were a policing force of individuals who sought to bring peace to others. Even if that meant fighting, or possibly, killing.

A shake of my head through the darkened halls as I made my way towards a meeting point that Romi had requested of me. Since meeting her so recently, it seemed she wanted me to help her more. Not as an apprentice, but as a friend. Which to be honest, I was all for. She was like a sister to me. A big sister who taught me many things and while at times, threw me into the deep end, she showed me how to swim.

Coming around the corner, I could hear the beeping of her droid as it argued with her. The usual when ever they were around. If any droid had proof that sarcasm was a module, it was that one.

"Wouldn't you want to clear everything out first before cleansing?"

I smiled with the removal of the hood. Pulling it down and letting my arms fade away back into the cover of the poncho I wore. Considering the planet, A poncho would come in handy in case it rained.

"Not quite late, but I'm here Romi."

Caltin Vanagor Marakai Al'Orren Jared Starchaser Sor-Jan Xantha Gi Gregain Romi Jade

 

[Atlas Drake]

SURVEY SHIP CONSTELLATION
OSSUS INITIATIVE RESEARCH OUTPOST
SYNCHRONOUS ORBIT
Romi Jade Gi Gregain Jared Starchaser
Sor-Jan Xantha Caltin Vanagor Mishel Kryze

"Adega Control, this is Constellation. All systems green. Ready for docking clamp release."

Captain Drake watched the Ossus earthrise from his vessel's control cabin. As soon as the last shuttle with Corellia Digital holoequipment arrived they would be cleared for launch. Atlas trusted the crew to handle a simple gravity well descent yet an invitation of this magnitude seemed to demand his personal attention. Few honored beings were ever summoned by the Jedi but Master Jade sought representatives of their new Initiative to consult with upon humanitarian matters once their build site was secured.

"Manual control restored," Atlas signaled the Constellation's pilot, "Take us out."

Soon they were plummeting through atmosphere like a shooting star. Once the hull stress of planetary entry eased and they were coasting through blue skies Drake left the bridge and took a small lift up onto the cargo and engineering deck. Their hold was filled with essential supplies for the praxeum. A few deckhands were loading the last containers onto a central hydraulic floor hatch. Atlas could feel hull vibrations and a klaxon chimed to confirm their landing.

"Let's earn that hazard pay," he smiled and activated the cargo lift, "Hook things up to a ronk droid before you start unloading cargo."

Back on Ossus. Atlas turned to flash the Constellation's control cabin a thumbs up. Aside from the Glie-44 on his belt, the captain wore a utility jacket which could easily be mistaken for the ensemble of some frontier wayseeker. Despite his ignorance in matters of the Force there was no mistaking the Princess Leia docked nearby. Beyond Mishel's freighter he saw a ship which resembled the Tequila Sunrise.

"Captain Kryze," Drake nodded at the young Jedi prodigy, "Have you seen Master Jade?"

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Romi Jade Gi Gregain Sor-Jan Xantha Caltin Vanagor Kaleleon

With Starlin having gone off with the others to do Jedi things, Ishani was left to wander around Ossus, feeling pretty useless. Luckily that didn't last long; someone heard that she had some skill with slicing and promptly picked her up and plopped her down in front of a holographic keyboard, tasking her with retrieving data from the extradited computer of a centuries-old starship.

Booting up the ancient terminal had taken several minutes, but luckily it proved a lot less challenging than she thought it would be. Most of slicing is just sitting around waiting for things to load anyway.

During these periods of waiting, she people-watched from her chair, leaning back and crossing her legs under her long robes. Ishani had been a Jedi Padawan not too long ago, very very briefly, and while she had quickly caught on that besides the Force and the lightsabers, they weren't that much different from the average joe, this particular group (flock? gaggle?) was far more fascinating than the Jedi she was used to being around.

Take the giant muscle-bound bald guy headed outside, for instance. He stood out, and she knew it wasn't just his height or the light reflecting off his smooth dome of a head. He somehow seemed like he didn't belong. Whether he was a man out of time or simply in the wrong place, she couldn't tell.

Then there was the blonde over there with the astromech droid. Ishani thought she remembered Starlin saying she ran the place. The chick radiated charisma and natural leadership. It helped that she also looked like a supermodel, but hers was a mature, tough-as-nails beauty, the kind you saw in the faces of pioneer women. Steel magnolias. Delicate but deadly.

People gathered around her to offer assistance or ask questions. One was a dark-haired woman who was even taller than the giant dude who had just left. Ishani thought near-human at first, but then started to wonder if she was some kind of genetically engineered super soldier whipped up in a lab somewhere.

But the ginger in the poncho next to her? He looked like his name was Todd. Todd the Jedi, here to help. He was kinda cute, actually - reminded Ishani a lot of someone she used to know. Although since her main view of him was from behind, she had to admit he had a lot less going on back there. Could just be the poncho covering things up, though.

There was also a little kid somewhere arguing with somebody with his little kid voice. Ishani's head turned as her ears picked up on the sound, listening in. Something about Corellia and marketing? She blinked, then shrugged, shaking her head. Weird.

 

[Kirie]

For the first time in a while, Kirie felt at peace. Her trip to Ossus had started simply as a good faith mission to help rebuild the temple and get the Praxeum established. However, Kirie had been quickly drawn in, the hard work at first seeming like a holiday from the tension in the New Jedi back on Coruscant. As they cleared the debris and began to venture into the temple, the allure of a place to get away began to sway her.

The events on Coruscant, the attack and all that had led up to it. That had left wounds that would take time to heal. It was probably best to step away for the moment. Kirie had already made the decision not to abandon things on the Core planet, so now she could take time to breathe with some peace of mind.

Outside the temple, Kirie was crouched in the dirt, her old spacer overalls thrown on over her New Jedi jumpsuit. Not far away was her ship, with myriad cables snaking out from its interior to power lights and generators outside.

Kirie sucked in a deep breath and raised her hands, focusing on the patch of dirt ahead of her. As she breathed out, she pushed the air, sending a push through the Force to draw a narrow, ragged line through the dirt, exposing the richer soil beneath.

Standing up, Kirie reached into a satchel on her belt and grabbed a handful of seeds, sprinkling them over the dirt as she moved up the line.

No doubt the group inside were hard at work making their way through the temple. Eventually Kirie would join them and lend her expertise where it was needed. For now, she enjoyed the farm work, planting the crops that it was hoped would eventually sustain the enclave as it repaired the site. It was nice to be on the ground of something new. It showed how far she had come, that she could lend a hand here without the dark cloud of the unknown chasing her away.

Auteme​

 

[Auteme]

Kirie ​

"Seems a bit weird, that this place needs this kind of farming," she said, revealing herself to Kirie. Auteme had made sure to be relatively quiet about her arrival at the Praxeum, suppressing her own present, and hiding herself under a large cloak. Here in the field, though, she lowered her hood. "But, I think it's good to keep ourselves humble. To an extent."

Romi knew her stuff, even if she had friends in places high enough to provide for the Jedi here for eternity. Auteme had far less experience in such things. She couldn't tell the Jedi Master how to do her job.

She approached, opening her hands to Kirie for some of the seeds. "May I help?"

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen hummed away as he worked at the fields, hoeing away at the hard earth of Ossus. He should probably be elsewhere, either managing his Tihaar operations or other duties with the Silver Covent but here he was, learning how to become a farmer. It wasn't that he didn't know how to grow plants, the gardens in his home were a testament to that but it was something to do while he waited for an appointment slot to open up with Romi Jade . When he had first arrived he had been told that it would take at least a week for the Jedi Master to see him. After taking a short time to decide if it was worth it to stay, the Clone took up the hoe and borrowed a straw hat and the farmer's glorious dirty t-shirt and jeans combination before going to the fields to at least do something before his appointment. So here he was, making a ditch for another, Kirie to sow here seeds in.

With a tired sigh, the Trooper struggled to stand upright after a hard day of work. His back was sore beyond compare and his throat burned from the hot sun. Just as he put his canteen to his lips and took in a gulp of water, only to prevent the liquid from being spit back out as he saw the farmhand that was sowing seeds behind him was now talking to the great Auteme herself. What a turn of events! Did he... No that would be improper plus the two women were having a conversation together... Oh, what the heck. It wasn't every day a Grand Master was nearby. Maybe some showing off was in order.

The Clone quickly settled down in a meditation pose and closed his eyes. He plunged into the current of the force and focused on the seeds in the ground, those little cocoons of life yet to grow to their full potential. All that was needed was a little push... Suddenly the two women would see the seeds that had just been planted slowly sprot out of the ground and grow inch by inch to their full potential. If they looked around, they would see a man grinning from ear to ear as he tried hard not to keep a straight face. This was going to be a really good day after all.

 

[Zahira Trabalos]

Her destination was once Jakku. After so long a time poring through dusty ruins and over decrepit holocrons and actual written documents, Zahira was to join the hidden enclave there. But tragedy had struck. Enroute, news came of the invasion, the massacre, too late. There was nothing she could have done then to offer aid in evacuation. She returned to Coruscant to mourn with the Order.

But Master Romi Jade did not give up on her concept and, quite aptly, targeted Ossus as the new home of a Jedi Praxeum based on her philosophy. Zahira was aware of the planet's rich and sordid history when it came to the Jedi, from the time it was called Idux over twenty five millennia in the past. Jedi Knight Trabalos, excited again at the prospect of working with Master Jade and those who escaped Jakku, had requested to participate in the new endeavor.

Her shuttle settled onto the surface, amid a myriad of other ships. Beyond lay the Temple. She was familiar with the architecture from her many studies. It was not the aesthetic, noble and serene designs of traditional Jedi structures. The great structure and pyramidic wings smacked of the Sith.

As she glanced around, it was clear the effort to revive it and make it a Jedi praxeum was well underway, even to the planting of crops. But the looming temple seemed only barely alive with power.

Zahira descended the ramp of her shuttle. She never bothered to name it. The Oktarian was no spacer, and didn't feel the need to personify her vessel. It was a machine designed to transport. Understanding that the praxeum was a work in progress, she donned more practical clothing of bantha leather, with only the dual lightsabers dangling from either hip, clipped to a belt around her waist. As she moved towards the temple, she noted just how much work was still to be done. She supposed she should report to Master Jade.

Nearby, two figures had stepped off the ramp of a nova starcutter. One was clearly Ithorian. Zahira altered her course to intercept them, in hopes of getting some direction as to where she should present herself. Approaching the pair, she paused a respectable distance from them. It was then that she thought she recognized Jared Starchaser . Not that they had met, but his image she had encountered on expeditions in the Outer Rim. Zahira cleared her throat in a lull in their conversation.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but I a wondering if you knew where we are supposed to report?" She asked with a quirk at the corner of her lip, gesturing idly towards the Temple.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Ossus Jedi Temple

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)

Tag: Romi Jade Ishani Dinn Kal Atlas Drake Sor-Jan Xantha

“We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.” - Winston Churchill​

Things were coming along fine with the structural repairs, the big guy wanted to be inside helping out, but he had to be here to make sure his volunteers were operating safely. This is not to say that the sentients weren’t thoughtful in their actions, but that they were reinforcing the entire temple, spots that could come down on them quickly and if Caltin wasn’t there to stop it, they could be added to the casualty list. The massive Jedi Master was not going to let anyone else fall, not if he could help it. Some may poke fun at him right now, most might, but Caltin was going to run himself ragged if it meant elevating others and being what they needed. It started on Coruscant for him, it was going to continue here. This world, Ossus, too many worlds have seen too much heartache lately, too much destruction that the populace, the very planets themselves were fighting for their lives.

He was going to give them bigger boxing gloves.

The foundation of the temple was stable, that was the big work that had to be done to continue working along the outside walls. They were safe now to work on their own and Caltin could search for more repairs that needed to be made. Did he feel out of place? Yeah, maybe a little, but the Force had a sense of humor, if he was meant to be one with the Force he would have been long ago, but he was here, he was doing what he could. They all were.

Stopping to secure one of the overhead supports, the big guy was on his way inside to see what else could be done. Romi was in there talking to a droid as he was just about to move on to the other side, the big guy noticed another, a woman bigger than him who looked like a walking weapon and referencing Master Ike offering support. He just climbed one of the scaffolds and finished setting one of the supports.

The beep on his comm-link was something else that the massive Jedi Master was waiting for. Six Heavy Transports were landing on the outskirts, slowly as they settled onto the ground, their bay doors opened and crews were wheeling out what looked to be starfighters. There looked to be an entire wing of them. Those who were not moving starfighters were carrying crates marked “vambraces”. The last two transports had little crew, in fact, those that were there were only walking with those who stepped off of it. The two groupings of what looked to be troops, but clearly not, marched up to the temple but stopped a safe distance away. One of them walked with one of the crew up to the temple doors and found the big guy.

Naturally, those around the campus were put on alert. Defenders dispersed from all over coming out to combat the impending threat. It was the massive Jedi Master himself who came out to stop everything.

Sorry for the concern everyone. They’re all with me. They’re here for the Praxeum.

“Master Vanagor?”

Lieutenant, thank you for coming.

“Commodore Angellus would have sent your care package in a more efficient way, but he didn’t want to cause any kind of stir.” He looked around with a laugh. “I guess that didn’t work.”

What’s your designation, droid?

Then the droid spoke.

“Na3n, you can call me ‘Nathan’, sir.”

It was strange to see, but the droid actually offered a bow and a handshake, to which the big guy accepted.

Well met, “Nathan”. Can you link up with the other droids?

Almost with a sense of pride, if a droid could have this, the droid responded loudly. “Yessir. Just give the word and I’ll bring them all in. They’re programmed for labor right now, but they’re more than capable.”

Great, could you have them do some clean-up work outside right now? Just to keep people from worrying about them?

"Not a problem." Almost instantly the droids began moving around and doing just what was needed, cleaning up the debris, and overgrowth. Without another word, Caltin waved for them to walk with him. Inside the Great Hall, he looked for and found Romi Jade who looked to still be giving directions. The Lieutenant stayed outside and headed back to the ship, Nathan followed inside and stood next to the big guy.

Master Jade. I have some donations to show and give you when you have the time.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Romi Jade]

Jedi Praxeum

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"Not quite late, but I'm here Romi."

She rolled her eyes, and negligently waved off the robotic sequence that had a clear undertone of sarcasm. "Kale, you made it, and right on time.." she deftly motioned over at R0 and proceeded with miming her head exploding. "...Seriously, it's like she's channeling Cotan Sar'andor or something today I've no idea."

"Oh-" she trailed off towards the satchel propped up to the side. "-well, I don't think we'll have to clear it completely. I've been working on this purifying technique using these..." She picked through and pulled a crystal. "So I told you I'd teach you this but also like you're gonna help me test it too...and if we survive just consider that the lesson. The usual."

She stopped and looked him over, "You look great...I've really taught you some things huh?" She sighed, "Let's go then? We'll need to hit the main hall--you too R0."

Master Jade, Master Ike sent us to aid you in clearing out the temple. We stand by with The Jedi Shadows in deep orbit."

"Awesome, we'll take whatever help we can get. Join us in the Main Hall for bit of a training experience, I'm sure Master Ike would love someone to recount."

A beat.

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She sauntered through the corridor and into the next square that led them into the main hall. She kept the pace, and hit a pivot somewhere during her stride that afforded her the ability to walk backwards as she conversed with Kale.

"So essentially my plan is to outline this area here...R0 and I found this to the be the center of the entire structure. We'll plant the crystals--"

Master Jade. I have some donations to show and give you when you have the time."

"Caltin. oh-great, thanks. I check in with you after then?-" Then it donned on her, "-Actually, if you have a second I could use your help with something--testing a purifying ritual. This is my former Padawan Kale." She motioned to him, "Kale, this is Master Vanagor."

There was a quite a bit happening all over.

"Basically, I need these crystals placed around the perimeter of this area here. Situated from east to west. There should be five." She held up the satchel and pulled one. "If you both could take two and place that'd be great. Kale, place one and hold on to your second. I'll let you know when to drop it."

By this point, there were a few stragglers gathering around; she couldn't detest because this was indeed a learning experience. However, she did beckon anyone not participating to stand back. "Basically these kyber crystals are charged and can produce a containment field when all planted and oriented a certain way, and my plan is to pull the dark influence out and trap it in the cage. Then from there we'll light without burning the structure to a pulp -- in theory."

Yes, multiple people using Force Light can produce devastating effects on things it touches. Two folks were more than enough for such a contained scenario.

R0 filled the chamber with a quick cadence of beeps that went down in scale -- "It will work." Romi shot back.

While they planted the crystals, she stepped into the spot she thought was best. "Alright..."

She bit down - the slight tension showed throughout her temples. When one was attuned enough, they could feel the debris around and stone rustling in a silent power. She could feel the dark energy swirling just beneath that; it was deep rooted corruption, not easily noticed, and something that could gradually creep up on you. It'd been infusing itself into everything around her for who knows how long by this point...

She shut her eyes - envisioning the outcome she wanted and wiping her slate clean of any presuppositions. The Dark side drew power from raw emotions and feelings such as anger, hatred, greed, jealousy, fear, aggression, megalomania, and unrestrained passion. The influence here gorged itself on the suffering and anger, eventually growing into the stalking beast they knew it to be today.

The emptiness mode—by not acting on or reacting to any of those, but simply watching it as a series of events, in and of themselves—you'll see that it's empty of anything truly. She started to feel her body as nothing more than walls of skin. There is nothing inside. There is no one inside. Emptiness was openess; she was conduit. An alabaster luminesce began to gradually radiate off the surface of her skin.

She wove her arms, warping the air before her in a mixed display of lightside energy and hyper focused power. The alabaster wave surrounding her figure like a glowing fire, it turned a pinkish shade in time.

She infringed her presence and will on the surrounding area - using her abilities simultaneously to weaken and demoralize the grip that the perverted nature of the dark side had on this structure. She tensed at the arms, driving her arms into her chest and repeated the motion over until the terrible phantasm started to unlatch itself from the stone, and into a heavily contorted cloud that appeared the nightmare above her lithe frame. As taxing as this ability was, Romi spent several years studying and perfecting its use, having used it on the Sith Emperor and several of his lieutenants, it's why overwhelming her with sheer power in the Dark side was almost impossible.

Heugh

"Get that crystal ready Kale!"

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Kaleleon | Caltin Vanagor ​

 

[Gi Gregain]

Romi Jade Caltin Vanagor Kaleleon

Her eyes remained watching as she followed and listened to the plan or what it was, focusing energies to draw the darkside into a singular place was beneficial though it could also mean there was more dangerous elements... the crystals sshe was having them use were similar to the crystal trap Matsu had developed to fight wutzek and several other force beings. Her biolayer of the armor was similar to the precept armor for attacking and disrupting them as she felt a wash of energy from Romi Jade and stood there motioning with her hands. The internal comlink between the strike team coming to life as her helmet would keep most from being able to see her.

"Whatever her main plan she is centralizing the corruption, Zenkyoku containment procedure. I want Dio to cover Arukirī if we need her." She didn't need to move much, but was prepared as the armor shifted... the solarite glowing with the lightside of the force as it pushed back at the darkside with Gi clearing her mind and body... allowing the force to seep into every inch of her body to move and control the suit. Her hands went to the rifle at her side as it slid from the magnetic clamps, the quick motions and pressing it against her shoulder as she took aim and tracked allowing the lightside to channel through the solarite metal and into the baptiste that covered the rifle in an organic looking sheen.

"In place." The voices spoke in unison as the two guardians in Sasori Guard Armor MK.II and jedi brute in Ursa armor were at different points to protect the crystals. THey didn't have one of the jedi masters containment units and hadn't brought their force disrupting tools for containing spirits so it fell to using the force light of the solarite metal in their armor to make the barrier as Gi had the means to channel and direct it into the blasts like a wall of light directed normal force light. 'Do we know the plan?' THe voice weas there from one of the farseekers as they observed from and Gi spoke. 'No but our orders are to protect Master Jade, barring that we do as she asks.'

 

[Auteme]

Kirie | Sergeant Omen ​

"AH!" Auteme jumped in surprise at the sudden, unnatural sprouting of the plants nearby. As she was regaining her composure, she saw a man grinning creepily nearby -- from his meditative position she assumed he was the one who had made the plants grow, though she had no idea why. Maybe he wanted her attention. That was... a rather awful way to get it.

"What the- nevermind," she muttered, and dusted off her lap, as though it had somehow been dirtied. "No helping. Come with me, we'll take a walk." She turned back towards the praxeum, pausing a moment to ensure the woman was following.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

There was a lot of work to be done. Ossus was a scarred world. The dark side had come here plenty. And that was why the Jedi had returned. The library world was important, not for any one thing it oissessed but for what it represented. Jared was a Hunter, he spent the greater part of the past few years hunting dark side monsters, coming out of the depth of the Rim. Returning into the galaxy, as any Starchaser should, he found himself helping the Scar Worlds teams, and the Praxeum, or Ossus Initiative, whatever they were calling themselves.

"Master Vooltroo, with your knowledge, we may need assistance in cleansing this world." He could already feel other Jedi speaking of it. Not that his connection to the Masters Jade and Vanagor was anywhere close to what his father had, working and fighting side by each with them, Jared was a well-versed Force wielder and could sense what was going on, what the intent was.

The interpreter droid began speaking. "This is something Ithor represents, cleansing, and purity…" Taking a beat, the Ithorian made a rough nod. "I can and will assist. I can sense the others. I understand you are versed in plant manipulation, is that true, Hunter Starchaser?" Master Vooltroo was good about keeping Jared in his proper silo, even if it wasn't a far, or all-together inaccurate assumption to call him Jedi.

"I am." He nodded as he surveyed the field outside of one of the temporary structures, that would serve for classrooms and agriculture support. Looking to the elder Ithorian, who was not sitting cross-legged on the ground, Jared removed the clunkier pieces of his body armor and joined the Ithorian.

"We will be able to move the Fore through the soil, through the scattered seeds. With luck we can jump start the growth, and through the plants, … digest the dark side." The droid sounded a bit concerned with the translation of digest but Jared nodded his understanding.

Focusing into the Force, the Ithorian and Mirialan were reaching out to the others, to Romi Jade and Caltin Vanagor and Mishel Kryze

 

[Iris Arani]

So much was grey. Dim. The Dark. That's what Iris had learned gave off such colors. She'd seen it when she saw Csilla's destruction. Confused at first, she asked around, trying to make sense of such.. Dull colors that she'd never seen before. They were cold. Disheartening. Sad. No, sad had it's own color. Sad was a natural emotion to life. She didn't like the cold the Dark gave.

A wall before her gave off that dull grey color. The runes carved in glowed an unnatural red, but for Iris, all she could see was that grey. The absence of color. She wasn't sure how she got here, more walking amongst the crowd, following the colors she could see. This.. Dark though. Did people feel that? That coldness? She dropped the bag she carried, the sounds of clattering metal echoing in the empty room she was in.

"I can fix that."

Iris stepped back from her newest mural, wet pain still dripping from her fingers as she dropped yet another spent spray can amidst the pile beside her. A faint smile spread across her lips. This was much better than the harsh symbols beneath.

 

[Kirie]

Kirie used the strange man's show as an excuse to step away, giving a polite smile to his antics as she shot Auteme a glance.

"Nothing tastes better than food you've grown yourself."
She said mildly.
"And it will probably be good for the enclave to not have to rely on the outside too much."
She looked around at the scene by the temple, the people working to dig out a place to call home. Staccato images of the attack on Coruscant flashed through her mind, followed by the devastation on Jakku she had viewed on the holonet.

Kirie winced slightly at the barrage of thoughts. She brushed them aside, but she knew they would reappear when she laid her head down to sleep that night. Kirie brushed her hands on her overalls, shaking the loose soil from her palms, and looked back at Auteme.

"I don't think we need any help." She said, glancing back at the man behind her. "But I could use a break." Stepping a little closer to Auteme, Kirie went on, her voice slightly hushed. "I wasn't expecting you here." she said quietly.
"Going to lay low for a while?"

The last she had heard of Auteme, she had fled the Jedi Temple on Coruscant in a rush, apparently running from the order as Kirie had been so tempted to do herself, as she was still tempted to do. She peered at Auteme, wondering what was going through the woman's head, if Kirie's own fears were being echoed within.
"It's good to see a familiar face, anyway."
Kirie said with a slight smile.

Auteme | Sergeant Omen​