Public Returning to Where it Began (Open to all Jedi/Light Siders/Anti-Sith types)

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Ahch-To
Outfit: Bokken Jedi
Equipment: Arwr Da | Hydrangea Moonblade

The planet had been a location where she had been before, in fact it had been where she first met Kito , her Padawan. Back then, they had crossed paths while Lily was fleeing the responsibilities of becoming a Jedi Knight and stumbled into someone important to her far more than Lily could have realised back then. Perhaps it was the Force working in mysterious ways that drew her back here, not only for that reason but because it felt natural to start her own enclave. A first enclave for Lily to start. It felt right to start that Ahch-To was one of the origin worlds for the Jedi. It was perhaps not as memorable or as crucial as Tython, but it was a location that she felt suited the plans that she had. Lily moved around, pacing a little as she thought to herself the ideas on how to get things moving. It was an enclave, training was crucial, so they would need plenty of training rooms. Both for sparring and of course, Force training. Lily had never been excited for Force training herself but the Force had come very crucial for her in a lot of ways.

Dorms for the students and teachers, seemed to make sense that people had places to stay. Given how small and uncomfortable previous dorms that Lily stayed at had felt, she was torn between making other students suffer like she did or attempt to demonstrate that luxury did not have to compromise the ability to train and fight. Something to discuss since it could also become a big numbers issue. Larger rooms took more space and if this enclave succeeded as she desired then Lily would need as much space as they could afford to have. Council chambers were important, something to ensure that meetings were occurring. Lily paused in her pacing as she thought about the idea of a council and how to structure such a system within the enclave.

"Something to consider later, when things get larger. For now, I need to lead. Accept counsel from others but lead." Lily stated to herself as she continued to think through her ideas. Hangar bays for ships, going out on missions was always important for a Jedi and she considered that there was also the need to work on piloting lessons. Lily might seek someone else to provide those classes, she was not a stellar pilot.

Stepping away from the ruins of the old temple and standing on the steps, she closed her eyes, attempting to envision how this place could look. No longer in ruin, restored and ready to accept students. It was going to take time and she needed to hope that people were interested in learning from her, in working with her to build something out here. But this was where she was going to start. This was going to be her new start for real. An enclave that was all Lily's and with a focus on fighting, combating the Sith and pushing themselves to ending the oppression. While she would never sacrifice what it means to be a Jedi to her, Lily knew that allies were needed. Allies that did not always see eye to eye with her. But also Lily couldn't continue to avoid leading the fight. Not any longer, Lily was a warrior, she was a Jedi and there was not enough being done to stop the Sith progression.

"This is where we stand. This is where I lead the push back." Lily stated to herself as she opened her silver eyes and studied the ruins once again. Hoping that someone would come, that people would hear her message to come join her.

(OOC Note: This is Lily creating an enclave on Ahch-To, I wanted to see who would be interested in joining her in building this enclave and base of operations. If there is enough interest and people wanting to write together then this might be able to develop into a larger faction story idea that could come from this. So any Jedi, Light Side aligned characters or more grey but anti-Sith characters interested please come join in!)

 

[Alina Grayson]

The shuttle descended through Ahch-To's heavy cloud cover before settling upon a stretch of level ground beyond the ruins. Its engines disturbed the damp grass and sent loose spray scattering across the ancient stone before gradually falling silent.

Alina emerged a few moments later, dressed for something considerably less peaceful than rebuilding an abandoned temple. White armor covered her from shoulder to boot, its restrained gold accents catching what little light filtered through the clouds, while a deep blue cape shifted behind her in the ocean wind. Auralis rested, sheathed at her side, the Songsteel blade unmistakably different from the lightsaber secured opposite it. Her golden-blonde hair had been drawn back into a long braid, leaving her face unobscured as her azure eyes swept across the cliffs, the ruins, and the approaches leading toward them.

It was not suspicion that prompted the caution. Lily's invitation had seemed genuine enough, and Alina had found no reason to doubt the intentions behind it. Public calls simply had a habit of reaching more ears than those they were intended for, particularly when the Jedi were involved. She had learned long ago that peaceful intentions offered very little protection against someone else's appetite for trouble.

Only when she drew closer to the ruined temple did her attention settle fully upon the woman standing upon its steps.

"Lily Decoria?"

She continued forward at an unhurried pace, studying the broken walls and weathered foundations surrounding them. Whatever the temple had once been, the centuries had not erased the shape of it entirely. There was something quietly impressive about the place, though she suspected restoring it would require considerably more than optimism and a gathering of willing hands.

"Alina Grayson," she introduced herself as she reached the foot of the steps. "I heard your invitation."

Her gaze travelled upward along what remained of the temple, following the fractured stone until it disappeared against the grey sky. She could feel the history in the place, though not all of it was easily understood.

"You chose a good place to start." There was no criticism in the observation. If anything, a faint note of approval accompanied it. "Remote enough that no government can stand over your shoulder, important enough that no Jedi can pretend it means nothing."

Alina looked back toward Lily, considering her for a moment. She had seen temples, churches, and orders built around principles that had seemed unassailable until the people entrusted with them began mistaking certainty for virtue. That did not mean the answer was to stop building. It meant someone had to be willing to remember that stone, tradition, and purpose were meant to serve people rather than consume them.

"I won't pretend I know what you intend this place to become," she continued. "But anyone willing to build rather than simply complain about what has already fallen has earned the chance to explain it." A small smile touched her lips as she glanced once more toward the ruins.

"I should warn you that my experience lies considerably more in bringing walls down than raising them." Her eyes returned to Lily, warmth easing the formality of her arrival. "But I brought two hands, a strong back, and enough tenacity to discourage anyone who mistakes construction for vulnerability."

The wind caught her cape again as she stepped onto the first of the ancient stairs.

"So, where do we begin?"

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TAG: Lily Decoria | Open

 

[Feng Huang]

TAG: Alina Grayson

Feng was piloting her new yacht.

"My yacht! How cool is that?!" She exclaimed to herself giddy with excitement.

The Hoshie was a gift, from her master of all people. Turns out Master Wu had a rich businessman who owed him a favor, that of his life. Master Wu had never felt the need to call in the chit for himself, but for Feng's graduation gift he'd made a rare exception.

The entire ship was catered to her, even the colours could be changed to suit her at just a moment. Feng fiddled and played around with the camouflage panels on the colour wheel for a moment. Forest green and skye blue, Gold and white, then maroon and azure.

Feng giggled to herself as she imagined those below seeing the flickering different colours across the surface of her ship. Feng smiled. There was a time not long ago when she would have scolded herself firmly for acting so childish. Now she rather thought she had been much to harsh with herself, there was nothing wrong with a little childish glee at a new toy.

Feng had decided that much like her world view the ship was a perfect metaphor for her new shifting perspective. The world wasn't as black and white as she once thought, not just Sith and Jedi, as well as reluctantly not to mention shockingly coming to the realisation not all Jedi were pure.

It had been a cold wash of water. Although she still believed in the High Republic's ideals she also believed she needed some distance from it. A chance to gain a new perspective, broaden her horizons.

So when Lily Decoria had sent out the call to build a new enclave Feng had decided it was the Force providing an opportunity, that it was up to her to seize it with both hands. So she had packed up her ship, said a short passionate yet temporary goodbye to her girlfriend and bodyguard trustee Ayumi Pallopides then flew her new ship to the enclave.

So here she was.

Feng landed her ship and approached the two Jedi discussing the building of the enclave.

"Hi! I'm Feng! Feng Huang!" Feng said with a bright cheery wave.

"Oh I'm not much of a construction gal either, but I'm here to help, anyway I can. I'm a bit of a tinkerer though so any mechanics whether vehicles or droid I might be handy with? Just point me to where I can be useful. I'm here to help!"

Feng beamed as she greeted the two Jedi unabashedly in her cheerful enthusiasm.

 

[Nima Torr]

"There is no guarantee that the light, the peace, that balance will be restored just because things look bleak now."

Those words had lingered in her mind for days now, the same words, over and over, trailing in her thoughts as she stared out over hushed marketplaces, once vibrant and bustling, now draped in an eerie stillness, where every phrase was measured with greater value than the coins that traded between snatching hands. It had echoed like a haunting refrain, persistent and unsettling against the void of hyperspace, where silence should have provided serenity. It hadn't. In fact, it had only grown worse since she walked amongst the ghosts of her people, the crumbled remnants of structures that once stood proud, reduced to ruins—a stark reminder of how far the light had fallen.

And how it would remain, if nothing were done to stand against the encroaching darkness.

So, it was that she found herself here, standing in the cockpit of an old freighter, navicomp calculations rattling off with a sequence of beeps and squeaks that detracted from the streaks of fire travelling over the canopy. Her eyes drifted over the flames, the amber light consuming their vision as the ship entered atmosphere, leaving only fate to decide, while their pilot, his back straight and unbothered, laid one hand softly against the control stick.

"You sure about this?" he drawled, the curve of his mouth and the scraggly beard that covered his chin just barely visible beneath the tattered old thing he deemed to call a hat.

She hesitated, fighting the urge to reply immediately.

Slowly, with a deliberate inhale of air that lifted her shoulders as if to brace against an unseen weight, she reached into the depths of her mind, grasping at the uncertainties that played just beyond her conscious awareness. Was this a carefully laid trap, designed to ensnare the unwary? Could their beacon stretching out into the void for help fall upon those who would crush the very ideal they wished to raise? Did she truly want to place her fragile dreams for the future in the hands of these strangers?

"No," She admitted, her voice soft and gentle like a treasure that would shatter if handled poorly. "But the future we wish for cannot be reached under the premise of what guarantees exist today; one cannot simply remain in the dark expecting others to bring the light to them."

"I wish you luck then," He shrugged, with a casual raise of his hand that flowed over his shoulder to wave towards her in a gesture that seemed to encompass her, whether it was meant to be comforting or something else; she'd long learned not to peek deeper, it would only leave her more worried for the man she'd saved half-a-dozen times. "Or the Force, I guess."

Still, with a smile that graced her face, she turned back to the canopy and the approaching view of ancient stone and grassy hills that covered Ahch-To.

"Appreciated, Captain," she bowed, earning a frown that was only waved off with another set of incomprehensible gestures.

"Go, go, you're going to make me sick with all that bowing and smiles poodoo," the Captain's voice echoed in her ears as she pivoted on her heel, a shake of her lekku and a huff the last he heard as she disappeared into the hallways and dimly lit corridors she knew all too well. Ahead of her, the landing ramp awaited, descending with a soft hiss, inviting her into the unknown future that lay beyond.

Down the ramp she stepped, the soft clack of her worn and rugged boots loud against the breeze that rose to meet her, tugging at robes that had long since surrendered any claim to elegance. Once the layered cream and tan garments of a Jedi Knight, they had faded beneath relentless suns, driving rain, and dust-choked worlds into a patchwork of weather browns and greys. Frayed hems coiled around her calves, loose threads fluttering like faded banners, while a broad hood pulled low ruffled around her shoulders.

Beneath the battered outer robes, glimpses of a darker tunic and tightly wrapped utility belts revealed themselves with the sway of the wind. A single lightsaber rested at her hip, its hilt equally scarred, hanging with the comfortable familiarity of an old companion.

What the years had failed to diminish, however, was the woman herself. Crimson skin stood in stark contrast to the muted earth tones draped across her frame, intricate black markings framing determined amber eyes that scanned the unfamiliar surroundings with quiet caution. Her lekku shifted gently with the wind, every step swaying with the world around her, upon a journey that flowed over the hills and scattered steps until she came to a stop as if she'd always meant to be here.

"I am Nima Torr," She declared, a serene smile illuminating her face as her amber eyes settled on the woman that had brought them all together. "My hope is that, in time, we shall look back on this day as the ember that ignites a new beacon of purpose for those who have grown forlorn in these dark times. Until we reach that horizon, however, a dream is merely a dream. So, it is, I come to help build not just a dream, but a vision."

Tag: Lily Decoria Alina Grayson Feng Huang​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Lily Decoria Alina Grayson Feng Huang Nima Torr​

Aiden lingered back for a moment as he took a deep breath, the smell of the water and the sea rushing in to fill his nostrils before he exhaled lightly. The Force was pulling him in different directions, and he was doing his best to answer each of those calls as they came, as often as he could. The more this happened, the more his own path began to become clear, for the most part. There were still some areas that lay barren, shrouded beneath a blanket of fog, or even cloaked in darkness. As that presence remained ever watchful, waiting for its time to strike.

He moved forward, away from the shuttle, climbing the steps as he neared the ruins and the rest of the group that had managed to find their way there. Alina was standing among them, such a sight to behold, as she always was. Then there was Lily, who had sent the call out. While Aiden was not fully dedicating himself to this endeavor, he would do what he could to assist whenever necessary. There was also another whom he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting.

And then there was Feng.

He smirked as he looked upon the Jedi Knight, a genuine smile crossing his face. It was incredibly good to see these faces.

Friends...

"Forgive my tardiness. Surely I'm not terribly late to this party."

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Ahch-To
Outfit: Bokken Jedi
Equipment: Arwr Da | Hydrangea Moonblade
Tag: Alina Grayson | Feng Huang | Nima Torr | Aiden Porte | OPEN

Lily was lost in her own thoughts on what the temple needed in terms of renovations. While she was not skilled labourer in that manner, Lily knew what she was envisioning and just had to hope that they could get the workers out this far in space to help with ensuring that her vision was recreated into reality. When Alina first approached, the first to arrive, Lily jumped a little. Shaking herself from the deep thinking, Lily softly laughed at her spook, she had not expected anyone to turn up. Fearing that this would be a lost crusade of her own.

"I am glad to see that you made it here." Lily stated to Alina and then started to see others coming, Feng, Nima and eventually Aiden. "No one is late. This is just the start of things to come." Looking back at the ruins of the lost temple, Lily breathed in deeply. The nerves were prickling at the surface of her mind but Lily was swatting them back for now. "I know we are starting somewhere remote, far removed from others but we are also ideally placed here. At least for the mission that I think should be our priority as Jedi."

Facing the group, "we need to get back to fighting the Sith. I know that this has been said enough times already, plenty of others have claimed this desire and yet the Sith continue to push forward and grow." It was a comment she had made during the first Vanguard meeting in the High Republic. "But this isn't just about the Jedi fighting the Sith, we need to bring any and everyone who wishes to push against the oppression of the Sith and we need to be willing to work with those who operate in the grey." Lily was never going to be like that herself, but she knew that they could not survive if their enclave, if this Silver Alliance idea was going to just depend on Jedi like her.

"This should be our home, but if our numbers grow, if we are able to recruit non-Force Users who wish to fight against the tyranny in the galaxy, they will need a home as well." Lily mentioned, revealing that she had bigger plans, larger ideas for where to go next. "I want us to be an alliance, I was thinking The Silver Alliance. A group banded together to not just fight the Sith and Imperials out there, but to create peace. Demonstrate how we want things to be."

Pausing, her fingers twitched with nerves, she had never planned to be this leader. She was just a warrior, someone who fought the Sith, leading people. That had always been something Lily saw others achieving. But she felt the need to step up now, even if she wasn't prepared for it. "Do... Do any of you have questions or ideas?" Lily asked, clenching her fist to combat the nervous twitches.

 

["Templar"]

//: Lily Decoria Alina Grayson Feng Huang Nima Torr Aiden Porte //:
//: Ahch-To //:
//: Attire //:

Templar could not have cared less about the affairs of the galaxy. Empires rose and alliances fractured on a basis. This was nothing new as time went on. The Relic had seen their ideologies repackaged beneath new names while the same ancient struggles continued beneath them… Yet here she was. Clink. Armored boots ascending the weathered steps of what looks to be an old antiquated temple on Ahch-To. Clink. An invitation that had come from someone familiar, drawn to a gathering that should have held little interest for the Relic. Clink.

It was Lily Decoria . Templar had briefly met the Jedi during her visit at the coronation on Eshan. The message that was sent out by her was enough to stir a bit of curiosity. Though, it wasn’t the invitation alone that had brought the Relic across the temple grounds. Since arriving on the planet, Templar had felt a faint pull. It had subtly curled around her, gently drawing her toward the meeting place.

The passageways were quiet as Templar continued through its empty halls. Her eyes closed behind the concealment of her helmet for a moment. How interesting. From the time where she was awakened during the Sundering, the galaxy remained suspended in an imbalance between Light and Dark. The Darkness gathered strength, while the Light continued to divide itself into smaller pieces. Each tiny piece convinced it carried a clearer vision than the last. And now one such fragment appears to be gathering here.

Locating the meeting room, she quietly slipped in without announcing herself. Templar observed the introductions and greetings that were exchanged among those already assembled. Most appeared familiar with one another, she on the other hand was a stranger. The Relic remained silent and apart from them, watching as Lily began to explain her vision.

An alliance open not merely to the Jedi, but to those beyond their traditional boundaries that they were accustomed to. Softened by the interior of her helmet, a quiet amused huff escaped Templar. Grey. Silver. To be placed between the extremes. Still… There was something compelling about Lily’s proposal. Perhaps it was the sincerity behind it.

Or perhaps it was simply the intrigue of watching another splinter of the Light attempt to shape itself into something greater than the fracture pieces from which it had formed. Whatever the reason, Templar found herself willing to remain. For now.

The Relic would listen and see what this Silver Alliance truly intended to become.

She would have to find an opportunity to speak with Lily alone. Judging by the gathering around her and the convictions now carried in her voice, it was clear much had transpired.

 

[Nima Torr]

Patient as the ancient stone resting quietly at her feet, Nima Torr stood with her back held straight and her hands clasped together in front of her, a silent observer to the weight of Lily Decoria's vision. Above anything else, the woman was a spirited speaker; her conviction shone through with every word chosen, not with meticulous care, but with a level of passion that burned so bright it was almost difficult to bear, even as a part of Nima wished to bask in the sheer outpour of hope that wove such desires into more than just their individual parts.

They would need that light—conviction shining like a brilliant beacon—illuminating their path with a beam of hope strong enough to pierce through the encroaching shadows that threatened to engulf them.

And yet, in the depths of Nima's heart, it was a bitter truth that burned at the core of her being; despite having endured the ravages of the purges, scrabbling from disaster to disaster, and carrying what little pieces of the light remained, Nima Torr could not see herself as such a source of inspiration. She was no legendary master, with an array of feats that bolstered allies and discouraged those who had fallen to the darkness. Nor had her wanderings ever accounted for anything more than a few lives saved, important, of course, for every life was precious, but in the grand scheme of things, a droplet against an ocean of suffering.

No, by herself, she was a single buoy fighting against the inevitability of the tide.

But then, that was the point of any alliance: they were not alone.

She worried for what pieces of the light would be gathered to this cause, whether the bonds of a common foe would be enough, or if conflicting morals and ideals would shatter that which was, so far, only a dream. After all, she'd seen it before: dozens of Jedi squabbling like children, not over the threat that they all knew existed, but rather over what was right and moral—she couldn't even say they were wrong; there was a line in the sand that had to be drawn. An acknowledgement that in the process of fighting monsters, one didn't become just another in the long line of problems for a Galaxy torn apart through misery and loss.

It wasn't as if the 'grey' was the problem; she'd seen plenty of Jedi confident in their place, pillars of 'light', and yet driven to terrible measures all the same.

"Rebuilding this place would be a start; at the very least, it would establish a home for our movement, but that is only a foothold on the border of a very precarious position," She started, slow and ponderous as she considered the words before loosing them, like emotions assessed and considered before discarded to the Force. "We can wander, we can assist however we can, but have you considered a focal point for our efforts?"

Tag: Lily Decoria Alina Grayson Feng Huang Aiden Porte "Templar"​