Talks of a Treaty [Levantine Sanctum/Order of the Silver Jedi]

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Aboard the Seren Heritage
Orbiting Laekia

The word of mouth had spread throughout the Levantines, and most assuredly it had reached the ears of the Silver Jedi, as well. It had been Masters Thurion Heavenshield and [member="Iella E'ron"] who had brought the request for striking an alliance to their respective leaders and council members. The two have been friends for a long time, and now their friendship was about to spread into the hearts of their comrades. Hopefully, this would mark the beginning of a better future for everyone. Not just for the members of each faction, but the galaxy as a whole; with their combined efforts they could accomplish so much - save so many good, innocent people from suffering and give them all a better future.

A meeting had been in the works for some time now, and today was the day. Thurion had spoken in front of the Silver Council to bring them word of where this gathering would take place, as he had been made the ambassador for the Levantine Sanctum in these matters. He had chosen a neutral ground, as opposed to having one side meet on the other's capital world, and he knew nothing more neutral than his own ship, which he had called home for the many years he'd spent during his pilgrimage, until he finally returned home and received the rank of Master from his peers. The ship which had served him well since his knighthood was named the "Seren Heritage" after his old master, of course; nothing he did would ever live up to his master's legacy, but he wasn't trying to any longer as he did after first becoming a Knight. This ship was named such because it made it feel like home to him. It made him feel safe.

Little Nina was with him today; since his return to Sanctum space, Thurion and her had been given their own apartment within the capital city of Lavorn on planet Laekia. No longer were they required to live aboard their ship, which pleased them both, although whenever stepping aboard his vessel Thurion would feel a sense of belonging, believing the spirit of his former master was watching over her namesake. Nina had chosen to come with him to meet all the noble and kind people her adoptive father would ally himself with, hopefully. While still only a small child, she had developed an incredibly close bond to her guardian, who she looked upon as her one true father by now. Her inability to speak was still a hinderance to her, so she preferred to keep close to Thurion whenever possible so that the two could speak telepathically as they always had. She was donning her favourite dress of the lightest blue fabrics, so fair and delicate to the touch it almost seemed as if you were touching air. Her white hair was brushed and neat as always, except now it was decorated with small braids to celebrate the occasion.

The man himself was dressed in his regular attire, only this time he'd made sure to wash them properly beforehand of all the dust and specks of blood accumulated over the years, most of which was his own; as of yet, the Jedi Master had made sure not to take a life, no matter what. It was one of the cornerstones of his personal beliefs brought on by the teachings of Asha Seren. The Seren Heritage was orbiting Laekia, although it would not appear visible to the eye; [member="Nohemi Allaneh"], a representative of the Fallannassi people, possesses as all her people does the ability to cloak objects and people, with seemingly no limits in size. This was to eliminate the possibility of members of the Sith knowing the location of this gathering. Word had reached Sanctum space that Coruscant had fallen due to an all-out-attack by a newly arisen Sith faction. The Republic was in disarray, and the Jedi crippled.

For now, Thurion and Nina stood holding hands as they awaited the arrival of the Silver Council. The Levantine representatives had already arrived on the Seren Heritage, making themselves comfortable meanwhile.

Spoiler

[member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Aika Kawakami"] [member="Leori Sheltrak] [member="Vexander Graves"] [member="Manu Xextos] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

While the rest of the Levantine Jedi awaited the arrival of those of the Silver Order, Nohemi Allaneh - a knighted padawan of Master Je'gan Olra'en and Fallanassi adept - sat still in deep meditation with a small group of her order, ensuring the ongoing manipulations of the White Current around the Seren Heritage. Immersing one being into the currents is a feat in itself -- immersing an entire ship even greater. Her skill at master immersion was growing ever by the day, allowing her a little bit more time in the immersion and using less energy to do so.

With the exodus of the Order of the White Current into Levantine Sanctum space, there has been much work that has been done to secure her people into a new world and to make it as smooth as possible. The threat of the Sith grew to precarious heights, the Fall of Coruscant an event that left a grave forbearing of what might come.

Nonetheless, everyone had their part to play and it was certain that only through working together would those who followed a peaceful and pacifist path survive. In this she was glad to fill in any role she could, not only as an Ambassador for her mother, the leader of the Order of the White Current, but for their Levantine Jedi hosts as well.

In this she was content, even if it was to offer a measure of protection by ensuring none would be able to detect the ship unless specifically given access to.

 

[The Hound]

Sitting alongside the Fallanssi was one Turin Val Kur. His eyes closed, his face one of concentration, though he was not aiding in the immersion of the ship. He was simply meditating. He was not sure what his role in this meeting would play, but he had been encouraged to tag along with the small group, if nothing less than to observe. Turin wasn't good with words, he was no diplomat, and while he held a greater than basic understanding of the White Current, he doubted his own skills enough to even aid the Fallanssi in their endeavor.

What he was good at was piloting, fighting, and manipulating the Force in his favor. But the prior of these skills was no longer needed once they reached their destination, and he doubted the later would be needed at all. And so, he meditated. On the Force and his purpose in this new life he had forged for himself.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Aika Kawakami"] | [member="Leori Sheltrak"] | [member="Vexander Graves"] | [member="Manu Xextos"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"]​

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Orbit Laekia​

The Vigueur Argent​

Ambassador Class Corvette​

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It will be good to see Thurion again. He had spent some time with the Silver Jedi of recent times on Voss but his duties .. like all Jedi .. had taken him away from them. Iella had spoken to him regarding her wanting for an alliance with the Levantine Sanctum, as they are of equal mind to the Order of the Silver Jedi. Although she had not had the pleasure of meeting the Jedi that have left the Jedi Order to find their own path, she had however, recalled the day they left and the cloud in which that event occurred .. she remember the attitudes toward them from most of the members of the Jedi Order at the time, she only a Padawan at that part and had no authority to voice an opinion. But . . she did not then, as still does not .. understand the hostility toward them. It was her remembrance of those days that had prompted her to take the members of the Silver Jedi to hiding. And she had been right to do so, as rumours had reached her of the same attitudes toward them had reach her ears, not all of the Jedi Order held those attitudes which was something but it was still there.

Politics had never held a place in her heart, in fact her belief is that it is purely this that has clouded the vision and judgement of Jedi Order, there is simply to much influence on the Council from the Republic and they had or have become puppets. It is a horrible harsh truth, but truth non the less and one that even till this day the Jedi Order do not recognise. But she is not here today because of those days but for one more joyous with the strong possibility of one of prosperity for both Levantine Sanctum and the Silver Jedi.

As The Vigueur Argent dropped out of hyper space, Iella was advised of their approach to the set co-ordinates of the meeting point. In preparation she had advised Thurion of the identification of the ship. Iella made her way to the bridge and approached the Commander. "Advice the Seren Heritage we have arrived".

"Master E'ron it appears they have not arrived", the Commander returned a comment as the sensors showed no sign of a ship.

"They are here Commander", she said with a small smile. "However, keep all sensors and scanners on high alert, I don't want any surprises from unwanted visitors, if the Sith arrived get out of here immediately .. do not wait for us we will be safe on the Seren Heritage".

Without hesitation, Iella left the bridge for her quarters to change into her Silver Jedi Robes for the greetings.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The Levantines possessing of gravitas, serenity, and Jedi-ish-ness were, in Jorus Merrill's estimation, good people like the rest of the Levantines. And, in his experience, unlike a good few other Jedi. He'd been there for Manaan.

If the Levantines and the Fallanassi trusted the Silvers, that made them friends of his, and his current capacity was that of doorman. Bellhop.

A battered little YV-929, heavily armed, decloaked not far from the Vigeur Argent. That little ship had been present for pretty much every major battle, evacuation, raid, heist, conflict, and desperate escape in the Outer Rim for a good few years. It had shown up when bridges got ripped off Star Destroyers, when Dark Lords got their comeuppance, when the Rebel Alliance had faced down far superior militaries across the universe, and it had been home to wanderers of all sorts. That little ship had flipped off the armed forces of half the galaxy at one point or another, and travelled outside the galaxy, farther than anyone had ever gone. It had carved out the entire Mara Corridor. There was a chance, a small one, that the name had filtered into civilized space.

"Vigeur Argent, this is the Gypsymoth. Welcome to Laekia."

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Cortana Jade]

Sochi was present on the The Vigueur Argent, she would be present for the meeting with the Levantine Sanctum. Talks of peace, and cooperation were at hand, and this was the responsibility of being on the council. She enjoyed he routines though, it kept her busy, and gave her something to do, to take her mind away from things that would usually trouble those who weren't occupied. The others were possibly preparing for the meeting, but Sochi looked out one if the windows upon the ship into the void of space. The smooth hum of the ship was the only thing to penetrate the silence. She was awaiting notification of their arrival, signals for them to begin the talks. For a moment she wondered where the others were, as she felt them about upon the ship. She decided to not remain distracted with such things, and commenced to mediation. To clear her mind; things such as this never went well for her if she didn't approach with a clear head.

Spoiler

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Leori Sheltrak"] @Vexander Graves [member="Aika Kawakami"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[Aika Kawakami]

Space... The final frontier... The.. Wait!! Wrong opening.​

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...​

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Never mind... That's too far back.. So, we'll just skip to the present...​

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Aboard the Vigueur Argent​

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Aika was quiet as she laid across a few crates in the cargo hold. Her mind was still a bit of a jumble. As of late, things in the galaxy had been seemingly moving toward a much darker future. The assault on Coruscant was still fresh in her own mind. Even now, she could still hear the screams of innocent people as their lives came to tragic ends. The constant danger that all the blaster fire had created. It all made it hard to calm her mind. The events had left a wound, an echo in the Force. One that she could feel even now. Everything just made her more unsteady. Now she was supposed to concentrate on diplomatic meetings? Would that even be possible? At least for now, she would have to make it possible.

"You know, they did it for a reason."

"What possible reason was their for anyone to defect at such a time?"

"What reason did you have?"

"It wasn't the same thing."

"Oh? You left because things didn't go your way. You didn't like the decisions they made. Sounds the same to me."

"They left for the Sith. I left.."

"For the Silver's? Different group, it still remains the same. You aren't any different. They just chose to join the side that won."

Silence was her only answer as she laid in the hold, somewhat unaware to what was going on about the ship, descending towards the agreed meeting coordinates.



[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @Iella E'ron @Rasu Gan [member="Leori Sheltrak"] [member="Vexander Graves"] [member="Sochi Ru"] @Josiah Denko [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]