Survivors of the Fallen Jedi Order

[Ellion Corsair]

His eyes snapped open with a jerk as he was startled awake. The emptiness in his chest had him absently rubbing the scar under his white button up shirt. His other hand dropped his ship from hyperspace as he punched in the last leg of his trip. The corellian freighter leaped once more into hyperspace.

Leaning bag into the pilot's seat he swiveled his chair without thinking and glanced at the empty chair in the cockpit. A ghost of an image hovered in his vision, piercing green eyes that haunted him. "Are you alive beautiful?" Sighing at the frugal action he ran a hand over his face, to wipe the grit from his eyes not the beads that with anyone else would have been called tears.

Shaking himself from such dark thoughts he turned back to stare into the streaking lights of hyperspace. Closing his eyes to rest he opened them quickly as the after image opened fresh wounds as memory united the streaking stars with the flashing of turbolasers that pounded his temple, the jedi temple, from orbit.

His blue lightsaber had carved through a troop of sith as he lead a small group of younglings who had been sent to the agriculture corps, because of their light connection to the force, from the combat zone. He had ushered them into his modified and upgraded YT-2000 but as he turned to continue to lend aid the torrential rain fell from the heavens swallowing the temple and surrounding land.

It was all he could do to get the ship away before they were annihilated too.

As far as he could tell they were the only ones to survive. With the responsibility of the thirty odd children in his ship he made for Corellia, his homeworld, to meet with Vandal Phear who was an Antarian Ranger. Vandal took the children under his wing and into his clan allowing the jedi knight to make way for the rally point.

Reaching out he dropped the ship from hyperspace and looked out the viewport. Tatooine. Where so much began for him. Again the visage of the green eyed princess haunted his mind as he got clearance to land at a small port in Mos Eisley.

Leaving the ship he snagged his vest and pulled it on while straightening the gun rig hanging from his waist. A jedi knight he may be, but the galaxy knew Ellion Corsair as a mercenary and smuggler. And he had to keep up appearances which infuriated the old masters of the order who called him cocky and a smart ass. He smirking accepted the titles and wore them with pride, another no no for the old masters.

A lopsided grin crossed his face but for a moment before the pang of loss and doubt hit him. But he was here to find out if he was the lone survivor, or if others made it out as well. Entering the cantina he swaggered to the bar and ordered a whiskey noting a slight widening of the bartender's eyes as he was recognized from a previous visit, one that had started his adventure in more ways then one.

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ellion Corsair"] was not the only Jedi who'd had to cut and run with the Dark Side nipping at his heels, for one reason or another. Master Jorus Merrill, one of the Masters who had recently disbanded the Jedi Council on which he'd served, had been shot down and presumed dead at the Second Battle of Empress Teta. Since then one or two people claimed to have heard him over comms, or seen him in Wild Space, and that was about it.

A message followed Ellion Corsair -- unsigned. Merrill's name was not associated with it. Corsair, however, might possibly have heard that before Merrill died he'd spent his time preparing Jedi safe houses: boltholes, vaults, arsenals and libraries, their locations known only to him and the Grandmaster. Prepared for times like this.

The message contained a pair of very complex keys and a single set of coordinates with a high degree of precision. If Corsair went there, he would find no help, no Jedi contacts, few supplies, but absolute safety -- if he played his cards right. An asset, if he needed it.

7606-7895-2452-8255-1624-6345​

Keep it secret.​

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Arabella loved Tattooine she had even gone as far as having her father buy her a little place to have when she was here. There was so much for her to do here, she could mediate upon the force mediate upon expanding her knowledge of the force.

There were many that came to Tattooine their stories were each unique, and their desires all their own. Arabella watched as new arrivals moved out of the star port. She could see the look of worry on some faces, the look of evasion their eyes shifting from side to side, then there were those that hid their faces by tilting them down toward the sands of the dusty planet. Yes each had a tale to tell, some would find the ending to their tale here on the high desert sands the wind beating the flesh from their bones until only the bones remained.

Who would arrive today, and what would she do, help? advice? shelter? It was all a story waiting to be told.

 

[KitKat]

Dantooine - 2 days after Attack

Katarine's ears were still ringing from the damage at the temple. Everything had happened so fast and their intel team had been caught off guard. She supposed in a way this made her a political refugee. She certainly did look the part of a refugee. She was covered in ash, her robes were torn, and there were cuts and bruises all over her face. She had been near ground zero when the attackers hit, and had barely made it out alive. The entire order was out of contact and Katarine didn't know if she and the small group of padawans with her were the lone survivors or not.

She took them to Dantooine, to Kai Albi Gran, a former Jedi Master who ran the orphanage her husband had grown up in. Kai was excited to see her, though he could sense a sadness in her. She could feel the old mans eyes upon her as she came out of the bedroom, wehre he had provided borrowed clothes and a shower to wash the attack away from her. She smiled at him, but felt a twinge of guilt. Katarine was worried for Ellion Corsair and though it did not sem likley the mercenary had made it out of the attack she couldn't bring herself to admit that. She left the young padawans there, promising to return as soon as she knew what was happening. Kai could help look after them and give them a small amount of trainig until she came back. There was a rendavous point set up and Katarine had to go there to see if anybody else had survived the attack.

Tatooine - 5 days after the attack

The familiar smells of the cantina made her flinch a little. She had her lightsaber hidden in her boot and a blaster on her side so she looked maybe like a low key smuggler. A few eyes followed her curiously as she entered the establishment but she wasn't extrodinarily interesting since they didn't know she was a Jedi. Being a Jedi was enough to get you killed in this part of the galaxy. Katarine tapped on the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice her. This was done for her however when a tall man reached passed her and tugged on the bartenders sleeve.

"How about a drink for the lady?"

"uh yea thanks."

Katarine smiled, but she wasn't even looking at the tall man. Her eyes were scanning the dark smokey room trying deserately to see anybody she recognized, but also half hoping she wouldn't because she knew she might lose it completely if it wasn't the one she wanted it to be.

[member="Ellion Corsair"]

 

[Ellion Corsair]

Sliding his com from his belt he surveyed the odd message and, collecting his whiskey, walked to a corner table shrouded from sight in semi shadows. Looking closer he memorized the coordinates then deleted the message. Quickly he ran a program that wrote over the message partition and deleted the jumble of numbers and letters several times. It would make it nigh impossible to retrieve the message from the unnamed [member="Jorus Merrill"] which was his goal. Now only his mind held the coordinates, a safer place them written in a message.

Pocketing the com he gripped his glass of whiskey and leaned back taking a generous drink. It wasn't bad for a backwater cantina. In the force he felt many ripples of force users and if he could sense them then they could sense him. But it was one specific presence that had caught his attention, one that he had previously been to distracted by the cryptic message to notice. That will get me killed one day. But not today.

About to rise to go greet the reality of his haunting mirage he paused as a man purchased her drink. Settling back he raised his glass to his lips to see just what she would do. He felt the distraught nature of her emotions, for they resonated within him just before laying eyes upon her. Now he waited with a lopsided grin for her senses to find him as his had found hers. To see her alive instilled a hope that he had thought destroyed with the jedi temple. But like the phoenix it had risen from the ashes to soar again.

[member="Katarine Ryiah"] [member="Arabella Darkhold"]

 

[KitKat]

"Sorry what?" Katarine blinked when she realized the tall man was stll talking to her. She had been searching the cantina with her eyes and was obviously not paying attention to whatever the man was saying.

He looked a little aggitated at her obvoiusly lack of interest. "I asked what your name was?"

Katarine finally looked at him and blinked as if she had just realized he was there. She felt something in the Force.. exactly the presence she was looking for, but her eyes decieved her. There was no sign of her mercenary, though she figured if he didn't want to be seen in a bar he wouldnt be. Tricks of his old trade no doubt but Katarine needed to see it with her own two eyes. She wouldn't stop worrying until she saw him in the flesh and knew he was safe.

"Sorry what?"

"Women." The guy muttered and picked up the drink he had bought her and slid accross the bar to chat with a red skinned humanoid. Katarine watched him go for a second before she stepped away from the bar, much to the annoyoance of the bartender since she still hadn't purchased anything. She followed the presence she was after, right back into the corner of the cantina in a table covered in shadows. There, finally, sitting with a girn on his face as if he didnt' have a care in the world was her mercenary.

"Is this seat taken?" She smirked at him, but it was clear she could barely contain her relief that he was alright. She wanted the rest of the Jedi to be alright too of course, but attachment was a dangerous thing and Katarine was certainly beyond attached to the man sitting in front of her.

[member="Ellion Corsair"]

 

[Ellion Corsair]

"The seat is taken. For a beautiful, green eyed temptress who has stolen my heart." He winked at her as he stood and took her in his arms, grasping her to his chest with a fervent need to hold her in his arms. Feeling her heart beat against his body he closed his eyes and let his head drift forward, his lips buried against her hair. Eyes closed he let out a shaky breath, one he wasn't aware he hd been holding inside since the salvo melted their temple and fellow jedi within.

Pulling away he slid the chair she had mentioned next to his own and lightly pulled her into his lap choosing to leave the chair as it was too far from him. Stroking her spine in light brushes of his hand he smiled at her, eyes twinkling with joy and just a hint of sadness as the remembered deaths of their brotherhood always in the back of his mind. But the satisfaction of holding his princess in his arms outweighed any misery he still felt.

His eyes drifted around the cantna and saw that they still had no more attention upon them then any other couple who had united in a grubby bar sand scoured as this one was. Hs lps traailed a light line of kisses from chin to ear where he paused a nibble on her lobe. "I was only able to save thirty seven younglings. I saw no other survivors. But surely knights and masters survived off planet whle on missions. I dropped a relay droid in the outer system for a warning to any returning jedi. But I fear they will be hunted and killed in their time."

Kissing her temple his eye devoured her as a man who was dying of thirst was starved for water, that life sustaining liquid. What of you beautiful? How did you escape? Were there any others? Did you ... did you happen to see what happened to Bjork?" Bjork, Ellion's brother, was a member of the same jedi temple and they had only very recntly found one another. To be robbed f him would be a cruel fate. But if choice between his brother and his lover was asked Ellion would say that fate had chosen correctly in saving his lover. But the young man still felt pain from the loss of those other knights and padawans he had grown close to.

[member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Tatooine Nights were the best it was so cold that all you wanted to do was be with someone who was warm, or sit beside a fire feelings its warmth. Arabella remembered a night here on Tatooine after Maudie had revivied her brought her back after the spirit had tried consuming her. She had almost that night, she had. It was another time and now, now he was hers and those things would never happen again.

The clearness of the night sky showed a million or more stars how many could she travel too how many did she want to. There was something trembling in the force around her Arabella turned her gaze from the sky to the buildings around her. Oh she thought perhaps there is more to do this night


[member="Ellion Corsair"] [member="Katarine Ryiah"]

 

[KitKat]

Her answering smile was as wide as it could go as he pulled her over to him. She inhaled the scent of his chest and finally let her heart relax a litlte as relief washed over her. He was safe and she woudn't have to live a moment without him, at least not today. He pulled her into his lap and she had no protests. She clung to him, feeling slightly guilty at her happiness when she knew that so many really had lost loved ones at the Temple. They had lost friends and collegues and Katarine knew that attachment was making her herat selfish, but right now she could focus on little else beyond her relief that Ellion Corsair was in fact alive and in her arms.

His kissing was distracting and made her stomach flip. She smiled at him, trying to control the look on her face that might give away her desire to take him to a dimly lit room and have her way. Instead she focused on his words and nodded. "At least you were able to save that many. I saved half a dozen or so. Most of them are really young though. I couldn't find anybody who wasn't a child. The offworlders might be in danger. We still don't know much about the attack but I think we aren't out of the woods yet."

She was trying to think of any Jedi who might have been traveling towards the sysytem to check in. Her thoughts drifted briefly towards James, a place they were traveling less freuqently the longer she spent with Ellion. Terran had little Jedi business these days and she figured he was still with his Mando clan or whever else he had vanished too. Some of the others in the Order though... they may not be so lucky.

Her face fell slightly when Ellion mentioned his brother. She swollowed hard and shook her head. "I made it to the basement where a group of kids had been playing. They are the only ones I saw... after it started." She squeezed his hand and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

[member="Ellion Corsair"]