Remodeling (Open to Jedi)

[Giddean Kuat]

Planet: Arkania, Republic Space
Location: New Jedi Praxeum

Giddean was finishing the last of the repairs in the Control Room of this Station. It was once a Orbital Security Platform that was drifting in space. Through some contacts that he had secured in his recent ventures in the Outer Rim and as well as near by assistants with the Republic. Once the station was secured through... Irregular Channels, the reconstruction of the derelict station was something that kept the New Jedi Enclave active in their move. Unlike the rest of the Republic, the Jedi did not have the support of the Government in their rebuilding. With help like that of his family, regular donations, and companies in the region that wished to offer the security of the Jedi. Recovery of the New Praxeum was able to happen.

The station was to be of the most Secretive Project of the new sector. Of course the construction crew, the Sentinels not on operations, and the Masters, [member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Lilla Syrin"] and his master [member="Cedric Grayson"]. These Master were in the need to know and were the leading Masters of the New Jedi Enclave.

On paper, this station was donated by an Anonymous Supporter, though it was a conglomerate of supporters and support of the Government. That was the only way to get the station in Geocentric Orbit over the Ancient Praxeum owned by Arca Jeth that had a well established Light Force Signature. With the history and force flow, this planet was chosen as the best place to establish the Jedi Enclave for its eventual evolution of peacekeepers in this area of space.

Within the Bridge or Control Center of the station stood the many members of the Jedi Service Corp, Several Sentinels, and a contingent of Temple Guards. This was the groups of the Jedi Enclave that were to stay with the station during its remodeling. "Well all systems are green Sentinal Drakes." Giddean stated to one of the Temple Guards.

The man was tapping on some councils and answered the young padawan. "Good job Padawan Kuat, head to the Landing Bay and greet our guest."

"Understood Sir." Giddean started off to hanger bay where he would meet the new guest.

Spoiler

Welcome all Jedi, please post anywhere in the station. Once the thread is complete, a Location Submission will be entered on the locations stated in this thread.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Giddean Kuat"]

Alexandra smiled as she moved through the halls, looking over the work as it was completed and wanting to see what more would come of this effort on the Republic's part. Well... the people of the Republic at least. The Government itself would to little for the Jedi, seeing them as merely a religion in any official capacity. Did the military appreciate force sensitive volunteers, certainly, and did the Jedi have a good regard in the Republic, of course. But it does not mean that they would be aided by Government funds.

She was staring out of a viewport now, waiting and looking towards the others with her. [member="Abigail Meredydd"] would be around on the station somewhere, sent ahead to see the Praxeum for herself and see where the Jedi would be living from now on. In addition her eyes would draw over to [member="Cedric Grayson"] and [member="Alyson Halle"], two who Alexandra respected, even if they strained her control on the orthodoxy of the order itself. Then she knew [member="Avin Starfire"] should be around somewhere, moving about the station or even in the hanger outside her line of sight.

Lastly, she had invited [member="Coren Starchaser"] and the others who she could not name off the top of her head, asking for all Jedi who side and visit the order's new home. As far as she was concerned, the Former Galactic Alliance and its Jedi were her kin, and she welcomed them as any member of her order. Whether they actually came and enjoyed their time or left to seek their own path, that was their choice. But Alexandra would always provide that open door.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Lately more and more Jedi were becoming actual Jedi, instead of ‘I’m this kind of Jedi’ and ‘You’re that kind of Jedi, we can’t work together’, sure, Starchaser himself wasn’t exempt from that, having set up the New Jedi Order, and the Shattered Order. But, for all the issues that one Order versus another, having different Orders was not unlike having sects of anything else. At the core, all groups knew they were Jedi, and were working as such, aiding their cousin Orders against the Sith and the Ren, but working together could always use help.

He had received a call from one of his peers and nodded. Making trips like this was what the General and Eclipsed Jedi had to do. Setting out a message to [member="Cambria Zadira"], [member="Romi Jade"], and [member="Kahne Porte"], he made his way to his own ship and then out to Arkania.

He had to get back to the Star Temple and use that to help manage the Jedi of the Shattered Order. But for now? He had everything in the right direction. He needed to make sure the galaxy was ready to use the Jedi, and that the other Jedi were still honoring the call if it came. He knew the Republic was good for it, but he still needed to prepare.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
[member="Giddean Kuat"]

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Cambria had been on Brentaal IV dropping off supplies at the small rebel base established there high up in the mountains when she received a message from [member="Coren Starchaser"]. She had been invited to join him and other Eclipsed Jedi from the Shattered Order in supporting the Republic Remnant's fellow brethren in their new endeavor at Arkania after leaving Wild Space.

The Colonies World was only half a day away so it would be a very doable side trip for the Guardian, plus the Rutian Twi'lek had only heard of their resurgent Jedi Order. It would be a chance to acquaint herself with them better. The Light could no longer afford to be so picky about ideals or which code was correct. Jedi as a whole had to come together as a force for good and leave personal differences aside if they were to defend the innocent against the darkness that was growing ever stronger.

The Star Dancer passed through the magcon of the orbital security platform above the icy cold planet, then landed on the hangar deck with well-practiced ease. The blue-hued Twi'lek turned to her astromech droid that always traveled with her and gave him a curt nod before she left the cockpit to gather her things. Arnine knew the drill. He was to stay with the ship while his master went to engage with the sentients.

The Jedi Knight paused at the aft hatch for the boarding ramp to lower, then exited the A-36 Sleuth scout vessel wearing her usual modified Jedi robes with the hood of the sienna-brown cloak pulled up over her head and lekku tucked in around her neck. She sensed someone was coming to greet her so Cambria waited patiently in a polite manner at the bottom of the ramp for them to do so. After all, a guest this golden-eyed Jedi was and a representative of her own Order; there openly and in good faith.

[member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

The background of the RR's move from Hutt Space to the Core region had been fraught with some controversy, but everyone was coming around to their presence and Jyoti herself hand long ago accepted it. If she had to have a neighbor, then it might as well be the Republic. They also served as a helpful buffer to Mandalorian expansion into the inner regions.

Not only the government had settled, but their resident order as well. She hadn't interacted much with the Republic Order since the sudden disappearance of Master Karr, a personal idol of the Shadow, though she had generally found them pleasant enough. As the threat of the Sith Empire remained ever looming, she decided to reach out to them once more.

With a small party, she set out for the Republic Jedi's new headquarters over Arkania by way of a single sleek Nubian barge. At the provided coordinates, she found a refurbished space station in orbit, buzzing with activity from construction.

She was here, now to see what she would find.

[member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Charlie Nooran"]

 

[Charlie Nooran]

[SIZE=10pt]The galaxy was in an interest spot. Wars were happening, but Factions were making big moves. Namely, one that made a move to the Core. Charlie understood the importance of the Core and why people wanted to be near it, still it was such a drastic move. She would have to ask her Master for clarification or better yet hopefully those that oversaw this new Republic would explain it for themselves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It was an exciting trip, the small padawan had grown accustomed to these sorts of visits to other regions of space. Charlie was starting to see the reason for her education to be well rounded. War would not be forever. If she was only trained for war times, what would she do in times of peace? Even then, how would she help find peace, it wouldn’t forever be through combat. She had accompanied her Master on this trip and stood near the woman as she looked upon the station they had arrived at. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A smile etched its way across the Seoulian girl’s face as she admired the structure. “Impressive.” [/SIZE]

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] @Giddean Kurat

 

[Giddean Kuat]

Location: Hanger Bay 2C

Giddean walked through the Station, stepping aside as a small army of Volunteers and Gonk Droids moved through the corridor to continue construction. He had been here for a few weeks and with a slowly increasing number of people were making themselves available to assist the Jedi. The expelling of a murderous cult on the planets surface seemed like the obvious reason.The Jedi was rooting out the darkness and showing the protective shield of the Light. Many of these worlds were falling to the temptation and fear of the Sith, but now the peacekeepers were back.

The young padawan was not like most Jedi, at least the ones he heard of in legend. Giddean was ruthless, conniving, and followed orders no matter the conservancy. Trained at the Anaxes Military Academy and a Skilled Counter Espionage Cadet, his resent missions were not what many Jedi would consider proper observation of the code. He was here to exicute the will of the Jedi Order, not just the Enclave.

Walking into the Hanger Bay he was wearing his Temple Guard Robe and looked to Master [member="Alexandra Feanor"]. "Greeting and Good Health Master Feanor," Giddean did not have the mask of a Temple Guard, as he was just an apprentice, but he felt more at home with their Military Style Robe. "I am here to show you and your guest around the Praxium and show you our progress, is everyone you invited here Master?"

It would seem there was an assortment of Jedi from across the galaxy here today, both the Alliance Jedi Enclave and the Silver Jedi Enclave where here. Giddean was hidden from all news while in the Academy, so he was not as well informed as everyone else.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Charlie Nooran"]

 

[Viviana]

"Alex Faenor. That is a name I still remember, I believe." A lumbering figure of white and cold steel made it's way to the gathering group of figures. [member="Alexandra Feanor"] was the only face he recognized, but that was enough for the Beorni. Calder Icehammer, who was last known as dead, stood before his old friend with what should be a smile on his face. It was hard to really tell given his Ursine features. He had his Icehammer on his waist and his massive arms down by his side. He gave the group a simple nod of his head before turning back to Feanor.

"It is good to see a familiar face. How have you been my friend?"

[member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Charlie Nooran"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

There were many great evils in this galaxy: The Dark Side, drugs, The Gulag Plague, interior decorating. The latter was the evilest of all things, it made the toughest men break at the mere thought of being put through it. There was no more effective form of torture in the galaxy than putting a soldier in a room and telling them to make it look pretty. Alyson was no different than those strong men, there was only one way she would make it through this gauntlet of color palates and weirdly named build-it-yourself furniture: alcohol, copious amounts of alcohol.

She brought one thing with her, a massive wooden crate full of probably close to 800 pounds of alcohol, and she wasted no time in getting absolutely wasted. She didn't want to remember a bit of this experience when she woke up in the morning, hangover be damned. The torture of interior decorating paled in comparison to a mere hangover.

She basically propped herself in an undecorated corner surrounded by empty bottles consuming alcohol until she pretty much lost any sense of self-control. Problem is eventually somebody found her and dragged her out with the rest of the people. She could barely stand at this point but nobody seemed to mind. Either these idiots were blissfully ignorant or they were intentionally ignoring the fact she was absolutely smashed. In Alyson's mind she was actually quite popular with the crowd she had been placed into, whether or not that was true was to be seen after she woke up.

A group of padawans approached her and started pestering her about her eye, seeing an opportunity to leave a good impression on the next generation, she obliged with her incredibly slurred, almost incomprehensible tale.

"Now hic its a long story kiddoses so sit down and have a few shotssssss." She said producing a whiskey bottle. Never mind these were all clearly people below drinking age, she could barely tell that there were people asking her things.

The padawans just looked kind of confused and sat down, Alyson gave a shrug and tossed the bottle across the room, it breaking in the corner. Beginning her epic tale.

[member="Tor Icehammer"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Giddean Kuat"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The Galactic Republic.

Now there was a name that put a bad taste in the youngling's mouth. Maybe it had to do with Supreme Chancellor Palpatine's coup d'etat that had resulted in the order to exterminate the Jedi -- himself included, which was in large part how he'd come to be in this far-flung, dystopian future of the galaxy that he thought he knew. Or maybe it was the series of unfortunate events that had given cause for Master [member="Corvus Raaf"] to seek the arrest of the Republic Chancellor in the more recent time.

Whatever the case, Sor-Jan wasn't big on the notion of being inside of Republic space any longer than he had to be.

And Jedi? Yeah, that was a group that didn't inspire much in the way of good feelings either.

Where had the Jedi been when Sor-Jan had been trying to save people on Mandalore? Where had the Jedi been when he'd been ducking fire and trying to get Wookiees off Transdosha as the Hutt Cartel closed in around them? Where had the Jedi been when he'd fought against the First Order at Skye?

The hypocrisy, self-righteous arrogance, and smug seat of judgment from which the Holy Order of Jedi Knights looked down from their council pedestals had been cause for the young Anzat to avoid any Jedi Order. Instead, he kept to himself. Maintained his contacts in the Underground and the Knights Obsidian, but otherwise worked to maintain a low profile. If someone from the New Jedi Order of the Alliance or the Silver Jedi Order wanted to get a hold of him, they knew how.

The fact that they hadn't contacted him most likely meant that those Jedi were just as happy about his absence from their organizations. It set a status quo that he was content in maintaining.

As it happened, the station that they were building turned out to be a good place to pull off the hyperlane. No, he hadn't known this station was here, but the hyperdrive motivator had caught fire and the Alderaan Queen had reverted back into normal space inside of Arkanian space. Now the YT-2400 light freighter was docked inside of some new space station occupied with a plethora of Jedi who were likely as confused about his being there as he was about this hyperdrive motivator that was melted down to lead.

Feth. Was he even going to be able to find parts for a Lucerne Labs hyperdrive on this rig? "Maybe you two can see if you can get some supplies for the autochef," the boy remarked, waving off the two twins as the crew stood around the end of the loading ramp.

As the boy started to walk off, in the direction of several mechanics gathered around a caf pot, a BB unit came rolling along with a low whistle.

"No, someone doesn't need to stay with the ship," Sor-Jan remarked in reply.

He trusted the Jedi. He didn't much like them, but he trusted them.

 

[Avin Starfire]

Arkania ​

Space Station​

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Avin sat in the chamber and for the first time in a while, he was at peace with his mind, or at the very least facing the issues that had been pushed aside and repressed during the periods of war and conflict that had taken the galaxy. His legs sat crossed on the small circular chair, it was similar to those that he had first learned to meditate on when he was learning as a padawan on Coruscant. That was it, he had been thinking back more and more to his past recently as opposed to looking to his future. He was still dwelling on what he had learned from Crick and not progressing to become a Jedi in his own right. Crick had followed the way of Vaapaad as a way of life, not merely as a fighting force. Yet in that time his lack of empathy for others had worked its way into Avin recently he had felt his heart become colder with the more he fought in civil wars or inter-galactic conflicts. For the first time, he understood the emotion that Crick dealt with. He understood why he had trained Avin to walk the line of light and dark and not just blindly follow, although he had never strayed from the code it almost seemed like coming full circle to the mind of his once role model and father figure had given Avin a vision of absolute clarity onto what they meant to him.

His eyes stayed shut almost as if he were asleep if not for now elevating maybe a foot from the chair. The soft brown robe trailing slightly. His past was the past, his future was now. Not as a clone of an outdated mindset, not as a utility of war but as a Jedi in its truest sense. If he was here on this Station then it was for good reason, the force had always had its purpose for Avin he merely had to trust in it as opposed to wielding it as some weapon. All the lessons now started to mean something. It had taken the dark to make him see the light.

His eyes opened and a crisp breath of fresh air exhaled from the Jedi Knights mouth. It was as if the agitation and short temper that had built in him was no longer there as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders after a long hike. Another sensation filled his body with a warm and familiar sensation as he reached out to the other levels and he sensed a gathering of others. He recognized those who had already been here on the Station such as [member="Giddean Kuat"] but the new presence of [member="Alexandra Feanor"] was like the return of an old friend.

 

[RC 212]

The Station
IDK where

He was new here and to the whole scene of the Jedi. While not officially a student of any house, nor associated with any high orders, he knew this place was significant. And he'd been drawn here for a purpose by the force. Perhaps to conversate, perhaps for other reasons. Either way as he stepped off the ramp of the Freighter he'd hired, he threw them some creds an two finger salute.

"Force be with you friends."

"Yeah yeah Hokey man. As long as the Force keeps paying my bills it will be."

"As long as you're on call the force will be there too," He quipped back.

Then he clapped his hands together and rubbed them. After two long expeditions, hunting old texts and holocrons, it was time to be civilized. He strode into the main Foyer, clad in a green cloak and half plate duraplast armor. His only other possession an ultra simple silver hilt of his lightsaber.

Simplicity was best.

Time to see what the big names in the Jedi circle were up to these days.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

T.F.I.TAUNGSDAY TAPCAFE

The Clone Wars era DC-17 hand blaster looked like a rough hewn block of durasteel against the child's thigh.

The archaic pistol was slung in a drop-leg holster, the Corellian born Anzati looked every bit the part of his adopted homeworld even if he was far removed from the days when he'd worn green robes.

That was something he hadn't done in a long time now. Not since he'd stepped down from the Jedi Council of the Silver Jedi Order after the Mandalore crisis. Somehow, nothing had been the same after Mandalore. Not the Jedi. And not himself. So he'd fallen into the habit of wearing ordinary spacer's attire.

With the blue-accented BB unit listing behind his barstool, the youngling knight had ducked inside of a spaceport tapcafe for a bantha burger, a milkshake... and information.

Apparently there was a Dug named Presto who was part of the construction team -- an industrial electrician -- who was also known to dabble in parts and salvage on the side. Word on the street was that, while he might not have parts for a Lucerne Labs hyperdrive, he could probably get his hands on a refurbished Corellian or Aether Hypernautics motivator.

Not a perfect solution, but Sor-Jan could probably get one of those to work long enough to get the Queen to a major spaceport where he could get his hands on the parts he needed to drop the transmission and rebuild the hyperdrive.

Not the most Jedi thing he'd ever learned, and he certainly hadn't appreciated it much at the time, but he had come to be thankful for the fact that his master had insisted on teaching him about starships and practical engineering. Of course, if he owned anything other than a Corellian piece of junk, he probably wouldn't use that knowledge nearly as often...

 

[Giddean Kuat]

Behind [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] as he spoke to one of the Industrial contractors a voice could be heard someone speaking up to the Dug. "No undermining the Order Presto, get out of here before Master Halle finds out your dealing Order Parts again."

The Dug just grumbled before leaving the table and a Human Male stood where the electrition was sitting. "Apologies about that, Presto is a good person just had a kid with his wife and looking for some extra credits." He bowed his head to the young looking Jedi Master and lifted it again, "Any ship looking for repairs at the Jedi Praxium will receive the work it needs without charge, just speak with the Deck Chiefs there and submit to a Antarian Rangers security scan, and if we have it your ship will be repaired as soon as possible, if not in stock, there is a four day wait for the next supply drop off and guest are welcome to stay until their repairs or receive transport to Arkania until the time their ship is repaired." The Knight looked at the young man with an odd look, "Has anyone told you you kind of look like Master Xantha, I served under him back in the Silver Days, but now I sided with the Republic after the Mandalorian Crisis."

Another voice could be heard in the distance yelling across the cafe, "Corthan, Master Halle is drunk in the Training Room again, we drew the short straw again, lets go."

The knight looked back at the appearance of the young man, "Sorry about this, speak with Chief Petty Officer Kristina Bothmore, she use to be a smuggler, if she cant find what your looking for, no one can." And with that he started a slow jog to the door where he was off to his next mission, and a dangerous one at that.

A women wearing a Jedi tunic and a battle ready pouch belt with glowing lights walked up to [member="Zakath Tariz"], she was a Miraluka and as such wore a blindfold if interesting design over her eyes. She carries no obvious weapon and only looked in the direction of the individual.

"Greetings traveler, how may the Jedi Order be of assistance to you today," He lifted her hand and a feeling of a ripple could be felt thought the force as she used it as a type of sonar to help her feel around. "A force user such as yourself is always welcome to the Order, do you have the paperwork to indicate who your instructor will be sir?"

She completely ignored the fact that the ship that brought him was leaving him behind, he was now here to stay, and she was willing to accept him into the Praxeum. That was if he could produce the proper paperwork.

Giddean stood before the group, "Well this seems like everyone is here Master Feanor," The young Padawan turned to lead them in the direction of the bridge. While walking he would give them the tour of the station.

"I would like to greet and wish good health to all those here, as well as Greetings to the New Jedi Praxeum within the New Republic, this station is a relic of the Ancient Republic and designed to house up to 10,000 individuals," He continued the group forward till they reached a window that oversaw a large room, circular in design, and held three Jedi that were fighting Droids using training sabers. "New Technology and redesigning the stations non-essentials allowed this station to house 30,000 Guest, Crew, and Jedi to train, educate, and supply the Jedi Order." He continued the tour, "The reason this planet was chosen over the more secure planets away from Sith threats was the unique Force presence on the planet, below this station on the planets surface is a place that historically trained up to millions of Jedi if the Records are to believed, as such even those that are weak to grasp the Force are able to feels its presence on this station and allow to better understand its presence."

He continued to lead the party to the bridge, "This is the Bridge and Command Center of the station, protected not just by the Jedi Temple Guards, there are also an assortment of Droids and Antarian Rangers that have volunteered to assist with security and protection of the Jedi Order, vetted and trained by the Republic Military Attache, as well as some Galactic Alliance and Commenoran Refugees they are very loyal to the Republic Jedi Enclave and its continued safty," He showed off the room and its fully staffed Guards, Droids, and Rangers walking around, only stopping to bow to the masters and their guest. "Above this room is the Praxeum Council Chambers, please follow me,"

Giddean continued to take them to the upper level and highest peak of the station. Within the room, stood a high wall and very detailed art that depicted four Jedi's in different stances, Meditating, Holding a Lightsaber, using Force Shield, and the last one kneeling over opening a book to a child like being. At the top of the wall sat four seats. "This is the Praxeum Council Chambers, once chosen, they will be in charge of the education of the students here at the Praxeum, as well as a relay communications station for Jedi in this sector of space."

He looked around the room at them all, "That is the tour, is there any questions?"

[member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

A single Temple Guard was standing near Master [member="Alyson Halle"], "Master Halle, you are suppose to teach the Younglings about the history of the Rebel Alliance, I am not sure what getting drunk with a Wookie has to do with that,"

The guard was starting to panic, this was his first posting after being knighted. Mission; Make sure Master Halle conducts her job as a Master of the Republic Jedi Enclave. The orders given to him by Master Grayson, though no one really knows where he was anymore it was still his orders. He sighed a breath of relief as another Guard entered the room, took a look at the situation, and then exited the room. One of the younglings looked to the guard, "What does drink under the table."

The guard stopped bending over the Master and looked at the youngling, a female Zeltros, possibly 12 or 13 years of age. He was surprised to hear that, but only imagined it was Master Halle's fault. From behind his mask he judged the master very critically, and then decided to be honest with the youngling, "It means winning a victorious battle of stamina." The guard convinced himself that was not a lie, just bending the truth to avoid an awkward situation. "Why do you ask?"

The young Zeltros girl just pointed at the drunk Jedi Master, "Master Halle said she was able to drink a Wookie under the table before the Battle of Gree."

Temple Guard or not, he just looked at the women and truly could not believe that this small stature of a women was able to do that. It was a feat not many strong able mercs were able to do, so how could she. He just decided to leave that alone and continued to try and convince the women to do her assignment and teach the younglings.... Properly.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

There was a lot to be said for the gathering of Jedi. Sometimes they worked, other times not so much. This one felt different though. What was looking to be attained was a bit different. The Jedi Order had evolved, and the various sects were working together. Coren even had a really solid working relationship with most of the leaders, even if he was a Blood Knight of sorts.

The watchman who made himself the blade against the darkness. The wall to protect the light. He stood on the side of the light, but knew that there were times that would try even him. Finding his way to the other leaders, and expecting [member="Cambria Zadira"] to find him, the Jedi Master was very interested in what was going to be occurring here. The PRax was doing a lot of good for the Order, teaching a new wave of Jedi without the need to be a part of one group or another.

The Praxeum was setting up schools of thought all around, and this one seemed to be open to a number of groups. Nodding, he smiled. “Alliance folks will always be on the side of good. I am very glad to see some are not shying from the Jedi.”

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
[member="Giddean Kuat"]

 

[Cambria Zadira]

When two temple guards came to meet Cambria after landing in the hangar bay, the Guardian had to say she was impressed with how diligent they were. It was a good sign the Republic Jedi were serious about the security set up aboard the space station that their praxeum was to be home to.

Apparently a tour for the quests that had already arrived was underway. The blue-hued Twi'lek was escorted to where the others were gathered. Gold-speckled hazel eyes spotted a few faces she knew amongst others she did not. Cambria walked up to the side of [member="Coren Starchaser"] and gave the Jedi Master a small cant of her head; the Knight remaining silent for now while listening thoughtfully to those conversing.

Spoiler

Apologies for the short filler post. On phone.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra was greeted with alot of new faces when [member="Giddean Kuat"] asked if everyone was here. To be honest, Alexandra had more or less put this as an open invite for any who saw themselves as Jedi, and it was not as simple as a RSVP so she gave Giddean of soft smile, one that said honestly that she was unsure but still answering him in the tone she was known for.

"Honestly, I am not too certain myself Padawan Kuat, but I look forward to seeing if more arrive none the less. There are a few though that I did personally invite." One of those she mentioned was [member="Coren Starchaser"]. He was a man Alexandra has found herself approaching for advice in recent times after being made Grandmaster, wishing that he would join the Republic's order but not pushing him on it. She could use his help when she was eventually able to gather a council that had the experience that came to be expected of such an entity.

It was then that [member="Calder Icehammer"], who caused the young looking Grandmaster to smile and her eyes to light up. Calder was probably one of the few here that knew how old Alexandra actually was and she was happy to see his face. Her hands reached out and she gave the bear like being a hug. For those that knew Alexandra, such as [member="Avin Starfire"] or [member="Alyson Halle"] (whereever she had gone off to) would know this was a normal reaction for Alex. But for those like [member="Cambria Zadira"] or [member="Jyoti Nooran"], she suspected the act would be a bit too... emotional to be considered proper for a Grandmaster of the Jedi.

"Ive missed your fuzzy face Calder, where the hell have you been?" She smiled, forgetting for a moment that this was a meeting of Jedi and wanting to catch up with her old friend. It was only then that she stopped and blinked, looking around and smiling a bit more awkwardly.

She simply nodded when @Giddean again said he thought that they had anyone. After all, if anyone else appeared, they could follow along and join in as the guards would help direct them to the group. [member="Charlie Nooran"] and [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] caught her eyes as she turned back to face the apprentice that would bringing the group on their little tour, as well as the just now arriving [member="Zakath Tariz"], who seemed to be talking with one of the Sentinels that saw him arrive. Alexandra breathed in and smiled as she took a more relaxed stance and focused on Giddean as he talked to the group.

Slowly they made their way through the station, seeing only a portion of it directly and most of the rest being handled as Giddean talked on the different aspects of the Praxeum. Alexandra for her credit had not learned much on the construction, having been handling a great deal of other things and leaving its makeup to those who took it on themselves to construct this place. It was then that they made their way to the council chambers for the Praxeum and Alexandra's feet faltered.

To be honest, the woman didn't think she was the right one to be the leader of the Republic's jedi and now seeing the council chambers, a flash of worry crossed her eyes. She didn't like being risen up above where people entered, it looked like a throne to her and she unconciously stepped backwards, not sure what to say. She swallowed and wished she was back at her home suddenly, the simple council chambers of her old Order of the Grey far preferrable to her.

"Impressive Padawan Kuat, the people who put their time into this outdid themselves..." Was all she could gather up and say, not sure how to react.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

It seemed he had a supplier lined up...

...and then here came the mighty morphin' Jedi Rangers to save the day. Oh, yay. Much astral. Many yipee.

Of course, by save the day what he meant was, the lightsaber toting nerf herder totally killed the deal. The Dug was sent away with a word of admonishment and Sor-Jan was getting advised about security scans, full-service space garage services, and apparently hotel resort accommodations.

What the Hutt had even just happened?

Scratching at the back of his head, the disheveled youngling just blinked as he looked up and said, "All I need is a hyperdrive motivator." Like, literally just the motivator. He could do the repair work for himself.

To be honest, he wanted to do the work for himself.

You didn't own a Corellian piece of chit because you wanted to use repair shops. Repairs shops were for reputable starships, like Nubian or Sienar... Corellian ships were the sort of chop-jobs you worked on with your own hands.

Usually while the ship was up on duracrete blocks on the front lawn, if you were doing it right. "I can do the repairs my..." the youngling began, before the next thing that the knight said caused the child to do a double-take.

He looked like Master Xantha?

Just how many gun-toting, freighter hauling, Corellian bloodstripe wearing 10 year olds did this Jedi know? Because, at least so far as Sor-Jan was aware, there was only one Anzat in the galaxy who matched that description. "Wait, what..?" the youngling uttered, his thought process de-railed as the knight went jogging off to go handle the next universal crisis that was unfolding.

Now, not only did he not have a hyperdrive motivator, but he was more confused than when he'd arrived.

Go Jedi. Yay, Jedi.

And the quest for a hyperdrive motivator continued...

[member="Giddean Kuat"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Giddean Kuat"]

Zakath gave the woman a sidelone glance.

"No I don't have any papers per se. Just been traveling, learning as I go."

He paused and glanced around, then returned to looking at her blindfold.

"Can you tell me what this Order is all about?"

 

[Avin Starfire]

Jedi Praxeum​

The walkways that ran along the outskirts of the station still left him staring out into the endless black of the void as the viewports ran along its edge the only breaks to the black being the superheated balls of gas that spat light out across the galaxy for all to see. It was as if the very view he was staring out over likened itself to a metaphor of the galaxy. It seemed to him that the darkness was ever present with figures such as the Sith or First-Order yet no matter how strong they get or how large that the light is always present even if temporary. After all the death of a star is what leads to the birth of new clusters. This order of the Jedi was but the latest that had come with the republic's of the past and the second of Avin's lifetime.

His view of the stars soon dissipated as he entered a more built-up area of the station and took a lift up to the floor of which he was directed by one of the Republic officials that had been posted around the Praxeum as wardens to ensure the smooth running of such a station.

The lift took a few minutes and Avin conversed as to maintain a pleasant level of civility with the official however split way after he exited. The inner areas of the Jedi temple were more refined than the rest of the station. The very place almost commanded a quiet respect from all that entered. He notices across the room the small gathering of Jedi. He quietly approached and showed his respect to the various masters by bowing his head.

"I apologize for my lack of timeliness and for missing your tour padawan Kuat. However, I must agree with Master Feanor that the station is truly a marvel."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Calder Icehammer"]