Return from Whence We Came (All Jedi)

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland watched the island grow ever closer to the viewport as the ship settled in for a landing. A slight bump jostled up through his body as it settled down on the island. A hiss of hydraulics alerted him to their landing. A protocol droid strode over, metal feet clanking on the durasteel deck.

"Master Kortun, we have arrived at your chosen destination. What next?"

"K-2," Tiland answered slowly, "We will wait on the Force." The droid seemed rather confused, tilting its head to one side, it nodded slowly before returning to the cockpit. The old Jedi knight slung his bag of herbs over his shoulder and strode down the boarding room.

A stiff salty breeze whistled through his hair, sending a few stray locks of hair fluttering in the breeze, and whispered in his ear. Not words, but memories of time under Darkness and time under Light. Waves kissed the shore a few hundred meters away, a rhythmic dance that echoed timelessly through the halls of sun and moon as surely as the world turned. And it had turned and sung for millennium.

Tython was an ancient world, rich in memory and the Force. He sensed a Dark shadow that lay upon the world, but something else fluttered beneath- a ghost of a memory, a thread of gold adrift in the wind, just too faint to catch. Tiland tilted his head, aching to hear it bloom.

But it wasn't physical. It rippled through the fabric of the Force. With a deep breath, he ambled to the beach, each step soft in the piles of sand, shifting beneath his feet.

Records he had found listed these as the Moon Islands- a small archipelago hundreds of kilometers from the nearest continent. He couldn't find why they had been called so. It was such a mystery that would warrant further research.

Sea spray stung his lips and water droplets clung to his beard. He stood, leaning against his staff, staring off into the sea. Vast and ancient, ever-changing and eternal. Tiland was old. There was no denying that. He'd seen over eight centuries pass and go, the rise and fall of empires and republics, of Jedi and Sith. But this ocean made his life look like a blink of an eye.

Just like the Force. It existed in the beginning, long before him, and would last until the very end of the universe, as vast and mysterious it had been in the beginning. Tiland knelt in the sand, setting the staff across his lap. That golden song still lingered.

Eyes closed, Tiland breathed. It was such a simple act, so often unconscious, yet it was in such an action that kept most sentient beings alive. Deep breaths in and out, he settled into the rhythm, unconsciously matching the rhythm of the ocean-dance. A peace, thick and soft, settled over him and that ghost, that memory, floated through his mind.

It was the Light. Buried beneath years of Sith rule, the Light still remained on Tython. Like all old things, the Force here had wounds that had scarred over. Scars that ran deep, leaving rifts behind. Not unlike the Jedi themselves. They had been split apart, torn by the winds of war and Jedi as strong in personality as in the Force. Unhealable rifts? Probably not, but it would take time and cooperation, not unlike how the Jedi Academy Network had functioned. How to get Jedi from all over the galaxy to cooperate, however?

A rift appeared in the distance of Tython- a Dark Side scar. They would need to heal that, as a team, to tend the Light Side and return it to flourishing. That would take years and many Jedi.

Indeed, perhaps even a small enclave of Jedi. Jedi dedicated to service to the Light and of caring for living things. But first, they had to arrive.

Tiland stretched out further in the Force- sending his presence as far and wide as he could manage, along with a message to whatever Jedi would hear it.

Come, friends. We came from Tython and now we can return. It has been scarred by Sith and Force Storm. Come and let us tend it together, to heal it for what it once was.

Message sent, he stood and cast one last glaze over the sea. Then he strode back to the ship, setting new coordinates. He stared out the viewport across the endless ocean until they came to another place. It was a small glade in an ancient forest, with trees draped in shadow. That would be where he would begin. Not as a Jedi Knight, but as he was at his most humble - a gardener and tender of plants. Healing began at the most basic level, even for planets.





[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Makari Valeal"] [member="Senji Selah"] [member="Songbird"] @Ylva Alfrun @Borris

 

[Areiana_Slayer]

Areia didn't know what drew her to this planet but she knew some reason she needed to come. Her father had taught her about the force but had died before she could finish her training Leaving her in a grey area. She had grow up a smugger and a little rough around the edges. She never had any thought of finishing her training and no one every offered She thought that it was prob because she grow up in this rough world around smugglers, bounty hunters and pirates that she couldn't or wont follow the Jedi laws and rules and maybe they were right. She had spent her life making her own rules following her own path and now she was far to old to be trained. She was a lost cause and she knew it but still she was drawn to this planet she wanted to come here. Her father had told her about this planet when she was a small child. He had come here as a padawan himself years ago and told her that someday when she was older that he would bring her as well but it never happened some men boarded their ship and killed him before they could do a lot of things he said he wanted to do with her. Areia mother had died when she still a baby or so her father told her and when he died he left her with a rusty old ship, a droid that has seen better days and the memories. She sighed landing the ship and stepped down the ramp pulling the black robe over the jumpsuit she wore. She wore a blaster at her side and her fathers saber worn in two peices on her belt.
She left her run down droids behind to guard the ship and stepped onto the planet touching her waist long red hair into the hood she smiled looking around imaging her father as a padawan coming here with his masters. she took a deep breath in and started walking enjoying the sights and smells of the planet and thinking about her father.

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
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The ship settled down gently in the glade and Tiland strode down the ramp once again. The forest here had been darkened- shadows lurked among the massive roots and a sense of unease rippled through the breeze. And yet, he felt this was where he would begin. All journeys become somewhere and nothing seemed to be quite as difficult as the first step. As one began to gather momentum and initiative, the path began easier, no matter how rocky the path may become. The old Anzati knelt in the grass, running his fingers through the grass and soil. They were dry and brittle, with a slight feel of contamination.

Not necessarily spiritual, but physical. Tiland rocked back on his heels, considering. All things in the galaxy carried scars with them. It was a fact of life that would never go away, and thus brought about the need for Jedi- agents of the Force to bring healing to the galaxy. Heal the sick, solve disputes, bring justice back from corruption. Restore a polluted glade.

But he sensed someone else not far away. A young Force sensitive, with a sense of struggle and loss. The glade could wait- for it had survived for years and centuries before that. It could wait a little while longer. He reached out with the Force, touching the presence of this new individual.

Welcome to Tython, friend. Please, come and join us.

But that might change the plans for a time. Tiland was prepared for such an uncertainty, however. Whenever things changed and guests arrived, tea was always the answer. He reached into the satchel and pulled out a hot-water heater and a few piles of herbs. He couldn't tell which yet, as the individual had yet to arrive. Every individual needed certain things in the precise time of their life, often involving tea.

Others would come, of that he was certain. It was the Force that had guided him here, as it would guide others. But until then, he had to work to do. As he set the water to come to a slow boil, he began to pace across the glade. It had been a beautiful place long ago- full of sunlight and whispered breezes and drifting leaves. Now the trees were dark and gnarled, twisted and ill.

He rested his hands against one- feeling its presence in the Force. The bark was as craggy as Tiland's own face, mottled with moss, and rough to the touch. That which was old did not wither, but grow tough and strong. Darkness had wormed its way into the heart and changed its nature, weak as it had become through its illness.

"Stay strong," Tiland whispered, "We can bring you hope yet. Become as you once were." The old Jedi reached into the Force, letting it flow through his mind and body into the tree, coursing through its bark and heartwood. It grew slightly more vibrant, but not much. The toils here would take time. But Tiland was an Anzati. He had all the time in the galaxy.

 

[WolfMortum]

Tython, it was not a world that Veiere had needed to travel to in the past and yet through the vision that intruded upon his silent meditation, it almost called to him the very name of the system and more importantly to the history of the Jedi Order, the name of the planet itself from which they had once, long ago been formed upon in whole. Why he was being called there, he did not know nor had he planned on rerouting the flight anywhere near that direction of the galaxy that would seek to lead him so far outside of reach of Commenor and the ability to adequately support and defend [member="Lady Kay"] in such busied times; regardless of his concerns however, the Force had indeed called to him and in the Force, nothing would he deny.

"Cillian, change course..." His eyes opened briefly to look ahead from the passengers seat within the cockpit of the Vegabond. The two had been intent on visiting a neighboring system of Commenor for the financial interests of the system that Kay had asked him quietly to look in upon yet it was of no immediate threat to her business at the head of Commenor's table nor did it hold precedence in his mind above that of the will of the force that he used to so dutifully follow. It had been a very long time now since Veiere had formally been a part of any body of the Jedi Order, neither the Silver Jedi Order nor the Remnants of the Galactic Republican Order had accepted him in on their roster beyond that of the conclave that he had long ago called fourth; yet he had spent his first thirty years serving upon Svivren, a branch out of the way of most prying eyes that trusted in the older traditions of an Order now long since pushed aside; not forgotten.

"Master, Kay's expecting you to contact her when we reach-..." Cillian began to speak, calling him respectfully by the formal title before Veiere could intervene and remind the young pilot and friend of his that he needed no further justification for the change in plans; "Kay will understand, I will explain myself to her in my own time. For now we have a greater need...-Set course for Tython and push the old girl would you, it's been a while since she really spread her wings...". For a moment the lad just blinked back at him, giving him a stare of absolute question and evidently wondering where this had all come about from. Meeting his gaze, Veiere's remained firm and after a moment the younger male offered a reluctant nod and turned back to the controls of the ship, doing as he was asked, guessing all the while that this was one of those jedi things that normal people couldn't comprehend. Veiere often found his assumption of the Jedi path being majestic and all knowing, amusing and completely ridiculous.

Alot had been happening over the passing months as Kay's intentions for Commenor had become more and more clear. Veiere, while disliking the notion of being involved in politics and formerly being forbidden by the Order of old in doing so, now found himself being swallowed by it all as the pair sought to bring in the other governing bodies to some sort of neutral forum in order to enable communication between what was often assumed as hostile opposition. Through this he had been introduced to the First Order, traveling to their very capitol upon invitation to dine with a member of the Knights of Ren, at Kay Larr's side. They had seen the collapse of the Galactic Republic that would eventually split off into rebel cells hoping to continue to fight for democracy yet being overshadowed by giants greater than they. The Silver Jedi Order formerly known as the Silver Sanctum Coalition had once more come into Veiere's life through the means of doing what he could for them and Commenor, again tempting him to consider where his path was leading him, and if their way was better fit for him, fate most might call it though in his eyes he questioned whether or not the Force was willing him to lean in that direction. There, he had a friend in [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] and knew that if asked, Theo would likely speak for his entrance into the Silver Order.

It was becoming a struggle of conscience in all honesty, the former life of the Jedi Knight now seemingly engrossed in all matters of controversial design and in pursuing the needs of others, he was losing more and more of his old self, gaining the distance that he had formerly found discouraging in the late conclave that deterred from what was the old way. On top of it all, the revelation that he had become romantically involved with a politician no less, beautiful in character and yet following the path that his past discouraged and pulling him further into the weight of what was emotionally threatening; so much had changed and though time had past, Veiere still struggled to keep up with it all. One thing was certain, the former Jedi Knight that he had been was with him no longer and in a galaxy full of Chaos, he had adapted and bent the rules that he had so strictly followed in order to keep himself from collapsing under the weight of his doubts and failure to reunite those he could find still faithful to the Force and the old way.

"Master..." Cillian spoke up, hours had passed and yet Veiere hadn't noticed; he had fallen back into his meditation to try and deter himself from what his mind was so openly questioning these days. "We're approaching Tython's atmosphere" he confirmed, looking back over his shoulder to Veiere for further guidance. "Very good, thank you Cillian..." He gestured ahead of the dash to point to the world, "Proceed and head south-west from our point of entry..." There was something distant in his words, as if his mind was not currently in the moment and he spoke from somewhere else entirely; "There is a continent that way...Find the beach head and then set us down in the nearest clearing...-What we seek will be found nearby.".

[member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Areiana Slayer"]

 

[Areiana_Slayer]

She stopped feeling someone through the force. It had been a long time since she had felt someone like that. The feeling was so welcoming and she could hear him ask her to join him. Her little droid beeped behind her and she turned to look at him "Come on snip" she patted the droid as it rolled down beside her on the ramp she smiled at him. He had been her only friend for many years and tho the droid had a few well loose wires She had grown to love him just the way he was.

She slide the hood over her waist long red hair the cloak hide her blaster and her father's lightsaber she wore in two pieces on her belt. Normally when she came to places where there was a lot of people she would hide the that she was force sensitive just like her father had taught her but here in this place it felt so warm and inviting, like she didn't need to hide who she was. She took a deep breath taking in every smell and sound as she stepped off her ship with her little droid and walked towards where she felt the other Jedi, a Jedi older and wiser then she would ever be. She had never meet another Jedi before and she found herself a little worried. She had heard stories her father told her of the Jedi order and what life was like when he was a padawan and a Jedi. Areia had at one time wondered why her father would leave the such adventure but love made you do strange things. Snip made a winning noise as they went towards the man. Areia made a mental note that she would need to change out his motor when they got back to the ship and she hope that it wont give out before they got back it was a pain to carry the droid.
She had found the droid years ago in a junk pile on a planet while she was there making a "Delivery" and she pretty much rebuilt the droid from parts she manged to scavage. He was far from perfect but the little droid had been through some tough times with her and she wont replace him for anything no matter how many times he made her mad and she threat to.
She stepped through the clearing and saw the man waiting for her. She stopped taking a deep breath calming herself through the force the best she could. Snip made a soft clicking noise the sound he made when he was unsure of things. Areia looked down at the droid. "Wait here Snips and if i give the code word excute order 342." the droid beeps at her. She had server orders in play with the droid in case she got trapped or needed help. So far she's only had to use it twice but it was good to have them just in case. she patted the droids head again taking a deep breath again and walked to the man.

She walked towards him keeping her hands at her side palms up a sign she meant no harm.
When she got close to him she bowed "Hello I am Areiana Slayer but everyone calls me Areia." A few strains of red hair falling into her face

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Shu Mora]

Shu honestly had no idea what she was doing here. It was more of an urge than anything that brought her here. And it would seem that she would not be alone. She had more or less borrowed the shuttle from the temple on Voss. Maybe she had stolen it. Ever since a vision had crossed her dreams it had plagued her mind and influenced her actions. The past few days and hours were nothing but a blur of jumbled memories. She worried that she would be expelled from the Silver Jedi for this, but something deep down said they would be more forgiving than that. For now she would just assume that she was able to borrow it without stealing it.

With the force guiding her, she flew to that calling, that place. While it drew her here it still felt so...wrong. A darkness was here that was quite inexplicable to her. Why would the force guide her somewhere so corrupted by the dark side. It was like she was passing through a winter fog. She put her robes- which were currently draped over the pilot's chair- back on and hugged them against her small frame. In all her time she had never felt something quite like this. But yet she was pushed to continue on.

But that reminder of the calming voice that had called out to her in the first place calmed her nerves once again. She knew that she had nothing to fear. Much to her surprise there were already quite the number of ships here, none of which she had recognized. As if against her will she landed the ship. Just a bit too fast, but that was a lack of skill more than anything. The entry ramp extended into the dirt below. Shu looked around at this place. This forest on the coast. Nervously she walked over to those already gathered. Those Jedi in their brown robes. Something about their presence put her at peace. She knew she was among fellows. Still though, she sheepishly put the hood over her head to keep out this coldness she felt. She began to approach the other two sheepishly. She didn't even know their names.

[member="Areiana Slayer"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Shu Mora"] | [member="Areiana Slayer"]

Jo'lyn was prepping her ages old Defender for finally leaving Tython, her birth world, when she felt it. She had known that other Jedi would return to her homeworld, the temples would be rebuilt, the mysteries of the world plumbed and studied again. The light had never left this world, though the darkness had tried so hard for so long to snuff it out.

Come, friends. We came from Tython and now we can return. It has been scarred by Sith and Force Storm. Come and let us tend it together, to heal it for what it once was.

She felt the presence of one she did not know from across the seas of Tython. Far to the west, she sensed the one who sent the message, as well as others gathering. It took less than a minute to recategorize her flight plan. Tython was free, but it was still not an easy to get to destination. Within a few minutes, she was off the ground and flying her Defender towards the Moon Islands.

Once there, she landed on a small flat area, then disembarked. She had upgraded the clothing she had worn during her time as an insurgent undermining the One Sith at every opportunity for the traditional tunic style clothing of the Jedi. She wore no lightsaber, having lost hers years before without being able to replicate one. It was the first thing on her list, to assemble a new lightsaber for herself.

Once off the ship and feeling the sea winds brush over her face, she felt at peace. More at peace, even, than when she had seen the last of the One Sith ships leave the planet. Her heart warmed to the peace, and an easy smile spread over her face as she went in search of others. She found them in a group, each seemingly drawn here as she had been. She approached them, smiling openly as she breathed the air of her homeworld.

"It feels good to see more Jedi gracing the face of Tython. Long has it been in shadows." The words slipped from her mouth as if of their own accord as she neared them. Her eyes alighted on them, each receiving a nod from her as she moved to a waist high outcropping of rock and sat on it, resting her palms against its cool surface.

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Areiana Slayer"] | [member="Shu Mora"] | [member="Jolyn Vahr"]

The air was warm, the vibrancy of life in the world truly beautiful to behold as the currents of the Force flowed around him in such strength. Standing at the edge of the landing ramp looking out across Tython's ocean with a wealth of green and blue all around him, the growth of nature that had covered the land at his back, beyond the ship, offered a far more comfortable feeling of ease than any of the commercial worlds out within the galaxy. Placid, serene...-the initial moment and first impression of the world was warmly welcoming, right up until his younger pilot dropped one of the hydro-spanners to tumble down the ramp and land near by Veiere's right foot in a loud and startling clatter of metal atop metal.

"Sorry!" Cillian called down to him, the older males eyes having closed to distance himself from the noise around him, instead looking further into himself and pulling all that was the wisdom and revitalizing energies of the force that moved with the very currents of air, into his center. He didn't enjoy flying, didn't much enjoy the cities and all their many pollution either, here however they were free in the open clean air; forestry that hadn't been burned away for the selfish needs of sentient living; even the wild-life that quietly whispered among the tree's a ways of from their current position seemed to bring a humbled peaceful nature to the scene. "Mind the Ship..." He turned half way to glance back up the ramp looking to Cillian with an indifferent expression, uncertain of what to expect yet confident in himself; "I will call on you if needed though I do not feel that it will be necessary. Any hint of trouble, I expect you'll do the same...", he didn't leave much room for argument, instead setting off to move around the vessel and head inland.

The Force itself was strong. Stronger than any other life-force or energy within the Galaxy, no matter to which spectrum of alignment you gathered, there was nothing in Veiere's mind that could compete; and yet while nothing could best it, when a congregation or group of force practitioners and those trained in its use came together, the combined measure of their aura and capabilities shone brightly and far more obviously than anything or anyone else around them; one simply needed to know how to read, hear or feel the source of where the light was coming from; something most students learned in their earlier years yet Veiere had always valued the core principles of force-related theory. Regardless, with a direction shown to him in one way or another, Veiere traversed the land taking note of the specific markers that he made in-mind to retrace his steps if and when needed. Tython was a world rich with experience where the Jedi Order was concerned yet so too had it held great interest for those of the Dark-Side of the Force. The very wealth of life and knowledge that might have been gained from whatever old ruins or formerly existing temples dotted across the map, was something of a staggering thought and in thinking this, it was little wonder as to how someone had managed to call those alike themselves from such extreme distances. As was always said, the Force works in mysterious ways, some thought incomprehensible yet never failed to impress nor stir the workings of the mind and heart of those connected by it.

Finally, caped in his old dirtied Jedi Robe, tan tunic adjourned beneath, Veiere breached the trees and plants that walled the clearing and slowly stepped into the view of the nearby group. "Greetings..." He spoke, a little worn from the venture though bolstered by the impression the unveiling scene gave before him, he approached and looked about the three with great intrigue; "I trust I am in the right place..." He chuckled softly under his breath, stopping to catch his breath and simply admire the environment they all now shared. The day certainly was warm and perhaps with the right people, so could their future be.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Jolyn Vahr"] [member="Shu Mora"]
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Many had begun to arrive- their presences small flares of light in the darkness of the galaxy. Some small and uncertain, perhaps even confused. Others stronger and more sure of their path and their place within it. Pilgrims on different stages of their journey with the Force- different strands of a tapestry whose threads ran from the beginning of time until the very end, each one with its different weft and weave. But here now, the strands were crossing and joining. Not a Convergence in the old manner, but a convergence of beings.

The first arrived, a young woman with red hair almost to bright to look. He gave a nod of greeting and gestured nearby.

"Welcome, Areia," he pulled another small mug from his satchel and set it on the ground. A thermos of water was heating up, getting close to a boil. A few handful of leaves that he assembled and gently crushed them in a small piece of muslin. A strong, gentle scent wafted out as he began sorting them out. "You can put down your hands, dear. If you meant harm, you would not have come. Please, take a seat and have some tea."

Another guest arrived, a Gossam, in fact. Tiland gave another nod of greeting. "Welcome, friend! Come and sit with us as we all arrive. I sense..." The old man paused and closed his eyes, feeling out just a little farther. "Two more coming. Then we can help this glade here."

He set out two more mugs and added some more water. It would be a strong tea to them at ease and warm their minds. Then a third figure appeared, also young, but more confident and bold. Fearless even, he felt as she took a seat on a boulder.

"Indeed," Tiland answered, voice rumbling softly beneath his beard. "Many places have fallen beneath shadow in this age, and Tython, I fear has suffered among the worst." He paused then to to dip the tea leaves into the water, taking a deep breath as the fresh-scented steam rose from the canister. "But when a room has fallen dark, you turn on the light, yes? That is why I asked for a meeting here."

Another figure approached them- this one older and more worn than the rest.

"Well," Tiland added after a moment, "Unless you're selling home-cleaning appliances, you are likely to be in the right place." A mock frown appeared for a moment before flashing away into a gentle smile. "And welcome, friend."

He cleared his throat for a moment before pouring the tea. It swirled and bubbled briefly as it moved from thermos to cups.

"I am Tiland Kortun, considered a knight of the Jedi order." He didn't specify which one, for as far as he was concerned, there was only one order. Yes, it was split into many different groups, but they were still all one body. "And the Force called me to return to this world. It has suffered beneath the Dark and it is, I feel, our duty to restore it."

He surveyed the glade- its twisted, raggedy trees and stunted grasses, its gnarled shrubs and caked dirt. The Force here was injured, weaker and disparate, poisoned by desperation.

"It might be a long work for which we labor," his voice grew softer as he spoke, but it still carried. He looked up, settling his eyes onto each of the others as he spoke, making eye contact for several seconds before moving. "But that is the nature of what it means to be a Jedi- a lifetime of labor with no reward and little thanks for a goal that might not be seen for generations to come and may never be permanent."

He paused there to taste the tea. Its warmth spread through his body, releasing tension from his shoulders. He waited a moment before continuing.

"But we do that regardless for it is the right thing to do and only by that labor may any good be accomplished. I will be here to begin restoring the planet, first this glade, and then other areas. In time, we may restore all of Tython, but even if we do..."

His voice trailed off for a moment before continuing.

"Even if we do... there remains a galaxy out there shadowed by darkness. Our work will never end." He stopped there again and raised his glass in a toast. "But such is as it is. Darkness is not defeated by great acts and armies, but in the smallest displays of the Light may we one day see a better universe. Will you join me on this journey?"

 

[Areiana_Slayer]

((sorry it took so long to reply i had a death in the family))

* she greeted the older man she blushed slightly "Sorry old habit.." she was just sitting down when she hear others coming out of habit her hand went to her belt and she had stop herself from drawing her weapons. She took a deep breath watching them as they grow close. She wasn't use to being around so many people. She didn't even know why she was here, She wasn't a Jedi Far from it she never finished her training but something seemed to draw here and since she was between jobs she decide to travel here. She brushed some red hair behind her ear and listen to the man talk and smiled his voice seemed so calm and wise it reminded her of her father. He had been a kind man who trained her in everything she needed to know. He was the only family she ever knew and he was taken away from her when she was very young forcing her to grow up faster then she really need to. She picked up her cup raising it to join the toast.
"I am no Jedi...but if there is anything i can do to help"
She looked at the man and she ment it, whenever Areia made a promise she kept it.

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Veiere Arenais"][member="Jolyn Vahr"][member="Shu Mora"]

 

[Azu Sovint]

It was one of those rare moments where Azu's relatively untrained force abilities actually worked as intended.
"Sis!" he called through the house "Can we go to Tython?"
[member="Nefertari Sovint"] would soon come, having felt [member="Tiland Kortun"]'s force message as well.
They were going on a mission together, so Azu took the shiny duranium hilt from his big sister's collection in addition to his slugthrower pistol. Azu didn't know why, but that particular blade of light was quite captivating.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Nef had felt the message in the force, and had immediately geared up.
"threedio, please take care of Articus while we're away." The Countess said to the protocol droid on her way out. This mission was important, she could feel it. Otherwise she wouldn't have left her child or the planning for her wedding.
"For thou, m'lady, I shall doeth mine best."
She nodded in thanks to her robotic friend. Without one more minute to lose, Nefertari and Azu blasted out of Chandrila's atmosphere, and went to warp toward the deep core. Within a few minutes, they were in orbit above Tython; readying for descent.

 

[Dreyak Nausgaul]

As he was about to visit Tatooine, his home planet, Dreyak felt some force ringing throughout the Galaxy, almost like a ripple, accompanied by the calls of an old man , coming straight from Tython. Despite arguing with himself for a few minutes about whether to see how things were going on Tatooine or visiting Tython to investigate, Tython won. He clicked in the coordinates for Tython, and sat down in his captain's seat. He patted the head of one of his droids, an S-19 Astromech, and said, [///color=green] We're goin' to Tython![/green]

He sat back in his seat and gripped the armrests as his ship jumped into hyperdrive, arriving at the planet in only a few seconds. Dreyak carefully guided his freighter down through the atmosphere and landed on a piece of land, seeing multiple other ships and a ring of robed figures on the ground. The blue-and-yellow lizard steeped out of his ship, Astromech trailing closely behind his heels. He walked up to the ring and said, [///color=color]"Hello".[/green]

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Areiana Slayer"]