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[Briana Sal-Soren]

Just as time marches inevitably forward, change follows with equal certainty.

With the Galactic Alliance collapsed and the New Jedi Order fallen with it, the few Jedi who survived have been drawn towards what pockets of order remain, seeking new purpose and a restored vision of hope among their Southern brethren in the High Republic. Yet, this Order is not the titan that was the NJO. Still in its infancy and plagued by conflict since its founding, peace seems a distant dream within its walls and without.

Never before have the Jedi been faced with such pervasive darkness, Mother Askani’s portends of the future having indeed come to pass.

The Sith grow without ceasing, their black wall consuming all as it advances, trapping ever more citizens behind its shadow and cutting them off from the wider galaxy. In the Core, a new Sith threat emerges, rivaling the Maw in both scale and terror. Mandalorians, the Black Sun, and the Diarchy beat their drums of war eager to capitalize on the collapse of the Galactic Empire and the wartorn core they left behind.

It is among these shadows that what remains of the Jedi gather together at Shiraya’s Sanctuary on Naboo, to discuss these pressing issues, ask the uncomfortable questions, face harder truths, and ultimately decide how they must go forward.

In a Galaxy that no longer bends towards the light, any act of indecision, of ego, comes with a hefty price tag, and it is the innocent who stand to suffer the most…

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[Ala Quin]

She twiddled.

She twiddled a lot.

Her toes mostly.

Occasionally, her thumbs.

But generally, Ala fidgeted. The mantle still sat awkwardly. People like Briana, Lorn, Valery, Caltin — her heart skipped a beat — they all took leadership in stride. Ala had never sought to lead. Never sought to do more than just be her. Some said that was exactly why she was the best choice for this moment. For her though, she still figured it was just because she was the only one putting their hand up, despite it being Lorn that pinched her elbow.

So long as he believed in her, Ala would be fine.

So, she twiddled.

People would arrive soon, and they would need to hear from the Grandmaster of a fledgling order that was still seeking its identity. A meeting like this could forge such identity for generations. So, she would do what she always did. She would listen. She would watch. And hopefully, at the right moment, speak some words that might fill the sails to set them on the right course.

And so, she twiddled.

@Open​

 

[Ronhol Tomm]

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Master Tomm arrived as he usually did- on time.

Not late, not early.

Never early. He took a deep breath before he entered the room, his large hands folded over each other, glancing around the room. Then, he saw the Grandmaster. She was twiddling. Nervous tic. Poor woman. He passed by her- the eerie sensation of a seer, a sage, a visionary in the Force was odd to most Jedi. But sometimes, the person that could see the future the best, see it clearly even sometimes had an air of calm and poise about them.

A large hand unfurled in a greeting and a bow. He lowered his tall form to be closer to her.

"You're going to do fine, Master Quin."

He took his seat near her, the seer watching. He already knew who was going to be here. But sometimes, he liked to pretend he was going to be surprised. It was a misconception that he could see the future totally- more glimpses, flashes, pieces that he could fit into a shape. But he knew for a fact who was going to be here. He reached up and scratched his chin.

And for the moment, said nothing. Surely, they'd look to him later on when the time came, or perhaps, as they usually did- in passing, worried glances.


Ala Quin

 

[Jace Rhane]

Cyclical.

It was very cyclical.

But the rapid-changing hands of the Deep Core, and the galactic center, Coruscant, disturbed him deeply. Jace, the Knight, the Guardian, the Swordsman, had only so much power to effect change. Compared to other Jedi, he had been largely absent for many of the greater moments of victory- or lately, defeat.

A fact that was not lost on him, in sometimes guilt-ridden waves.

The drums of war beat deeply in his mind, a familiar tune. Sith. Mandalorians. Empires. They circled the light like wolves, biting, clawing, waiting for their chance to strike. He sat near the center of the room, perched on a seat. His robes were practical and worn-in, his lightsaber hung from his belt. Armored vambraces marked him as a member of the Guardian order. He rubbed his hands together, clasping them occasionally, waiting for the others to come. They all had something to say, but Jace felt more like listening, understanding what was about to happen with the Order.

They needed more people willing to fight than not. That much he knew for certain. He had a piece to say about pacifism and evil- but he figured the sentiment was shared. He hoped, at least.

And hope ran deep.

 

[Sela Basran]

SHIRAYA'S SANCTUARY

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Sela Basran entered paced the halls of the Sanctuary, deep in thought.

The gathering of the Jedi was a good idea. The forces of the Light needed to be in harmony now, perhaps more than in Sela's living memory. She worried, as she always did, for the impact of -- for lack of a more appropriate, inclusive term -- human nature. There would always be the impulses of people to seek influence, seek control, seek status. The best of intentions could often be derailed by questions of who would answer to whom, who would hold the tiller and who would row the boat.

In her humble opinion, this would be a bad time for these natural proclivities to rear their heads.

Sela allowed her feet to carry her along the halls toward the gathering room, her hands clasped behind her back. She as unassuming as she entered, spotting the Grandmaster in place. Master Ronhol Tomm moved ahead to make his greetings, and Master Basran followed in his wake, offering the Grandmaster a modest bow of respectful greeting, and another to Tomm. "Grandmaster. Master Tomm. I do not pretend to have your gifts, Master Tomm, but I cannot help but feel that the Force is with us today. As I would hope, for a matter of such import."

She favored each with a kindly smile and an inscrutable, observant regard. "I stand ready to serve if there should be anything you require, Grandmaster." Sela then squared her shoulders and moved past the table at which Tomm had seated himself. She did not feel it was quite her place to seat herself in proximity to the Grandmaster, but she stood nearby, ready to answer the call if it should come.

Ala Quin | Ronhol Tomm | Open

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[Braze]

Tags: Leos Jasper Kai'el ​

The Jedi pariah, Braze, had come to be in attendance with the gathering. The young, multifaceted prodigy perhaps had something to offer to this new circle of leadership against the Sith and other villainous foes they faced.

Reputation traveled faster than ships; his own often arrived before him… branded an exile by some, regarded with reluctant respect by others, and, in rarer circles, accepted by few. Such a station did not dull the mind, nor did it blunt the edge of hard-won understanding. Whatever others chose to see when they looked his way did not negate what long hours had still taught him.

He had, of course, brought along his new student, Leos , hoping the boy might witness this era of Jedi at close range; how they carried themselves, how they spoke to one another, what fractures lingered beneath the surface of the Order, and which burdens pressed upon them all. And perhaps this Jedi Shadow might even cast a little light upon some of the questions that had lingered unanswered, ones everyone felt yet few dared to name.

He cast a curious glance about those who were in attendance looking to and hoping to connect with familiar faces and take in new ones alike.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Naboo
Tags: Braze , Open

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Order of Outcasts
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Leos : Orange Text

Jasper hadn't really planned to leave Refuge after he had gone to fight the Empire on Corellia. By all accounts that had been a success. Corellia was free and in that process the Galactic Empire fell to the hand of the Sith. That would buy time, and he could return to Refuge to attend to all those who had fled the Core.

And then the call came. Jedi remnants, gathering on Naboo to talk. He was going. After all, he knew the now scattered New Jedi Order very intimately. He could certainly offer guidance on direction.

Anything more? Maybe later. He wasn't called to be that right now.

As Jasper arrived, he was quick to pass by his former student Braze and give his shoulder a pat. His eyes were quick to take note of Leos, who was standing awkwardly beside Braze with his hands shoved into his pockets, trying not to draw much attention to himself. They looked at each other for a good moment, long enough to recognize where they had seen the other before Jasper spoke.

"New padawan?" he asked, recalling what he and Braze had spoken about. "Think he might be scrawnier than you were when he met."

He then would go find himself somewhere to stand and wait for all the conversation to begin.

Leos, meanwhile, was a bit dazed. That was the lunatic who had jumped through space and punched a whole in the window of the Mud Duck all to kick the snot out of Okuma Milogen . He leaned over to talk to Braze in a hushed tone.

"He's your old Master, right?" he asked to get confirmation. "I thought he was supposed to be a crazy person."

He seemed quite calm and composed compared to the lunacy of when he had first seen the Jedi Master.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Leos Jasper Kai'el ​

Braze was surprised to see Jasper Kai'el and offered his former Master a smile of recognition.

"Yes. This is Leos," Braze chirped, watching Jasper move to find a spot. He blinked as Leos questioned him; he couldn't help his smile from growing as he leaned down, keeping his voice hushed. "Yes… that is my former Master, Jasper Kai'el," he offered lightly. "He was once the Sentinel of Harmony when I was not much younger than you are now," Braze added, gentle with the memory. "And what you saw that day was fairly tame when it comes to seeing him in battle."

Braze's gaze lingered on his student a few moments longer… as if weighing what the future might ask of those narrow shoulders. "Try not to look too overwhelmed," he whispered, amusement tucked into the soft spoken words.

"Now then... be careful," Braze whispered conspiratorial. "Everyone in this room is listening, even when they pretend not to be. First impressions can tend to linger."

He moved to find them a seat and lead Leos to sit with him. This was an excellent moment for teaching. Braze tilted his head slightly toward the gathering as he took his seat. "Tell me what you see," he murmured in a hushed tone. " What all do you notice?"

 

[Orihime Ike]

Verse 1
Oh, I bid farewell to the Temple's bright halls,
And I venture beyond Coruscant's gleaming walls.
To search for my kin, lost to time's endless trend,
To seek out the Force where all Jedi ascend.
As the souls of the lost fill the space of my mind,
I'll search through the stars 'til true peace I can find.
I fear not the dark, nor the Sith's cruel decree,
I honor the fallen, do they think of me?
When their sparks in the Force forever will be.

Verse 2
Chart a path through the void to a world I once knew,
Where my hope turned to ash with my Padawan crew.
So I bury my grief, face the Force's great test,
To find promise of peace and the solace of rest.
As the songs of the dead hum like sabers in flight,
Their laughter like younglings, their spirits so bright.
My heart yearns to join them, to soar and be free,
I honor the fallen, do they think of me?
When their sparks in the Force forever will be.

Verse 3
When at last I stand 'fore my ghostly allies,
I shed a lone tear for my home 'neath the skies.
Though their eyes speak of battles, of pain and of strife,
Their smiles through the Force say I owe not my life.
As the souls of the lost fill the space of my sight,
And my ship lists through hyperspace, fleeing the fight,
I'm this far from falling, this far from the fray,
I honor the living, do they think of me?
When my spark in the Force forever will be.

Verse 4
Now I stare at the dark, at the galaxy's abyss,
I'm not sure what I seek, but I know it's not this.
As my comrades call out to stand firm and press on,
I set course for the dawn 'til the shadow is gone.
As the souls of the lost live eternal in mind,
As I carry the years that they left far behind,
I'll stay on the path but still gaze at the stars,
I honor the fallen, they're never too far.
For our souls in the Force together will be.

Outro
I honor the fallen, they're never too far,
For our souls in the Force together will be.

The news of another conclave had come from herr mother and their echo network. The temple of the still waters under construction as she was moving through the pathways. Gleaming white and silver robes concealing much of her form so that the jedi master would be able to move about. Her sisters were around as she had offered smiles to all of them and her niece.. Allie having a daughter then first one. Orihime having spent plenty of time with her. They all had as their newest sister had also been given a chance to grow up. This far out from the galaxy they only had the gateways to get back. The message though saying to head to Naboo and see what was being said and if they could help was important.

She took a moment to straighten her hair as she looked in the mirror. Long, black with threading of gold and silver. To keep it from going everywhere carefully crafted. Herr paler skin mirroring her sisters as Reiko Ike had been off on one of the missions and she was able to always feel her sister. The others had spread out to key scouting locations as she secured the robes. Sorel had helped her find them and given them to her as a gift that she cherished along with her saber. Her old master helping develop the blade of the rose as she clipped it to her belt with the robe going over it. A smile appearing on her lips for the moment and she waved to her sisters.

"I am off, I'll be back soon." SHe said it and got some looks from them as the moment came and she spoke. "To Naboo." Her muscles tensed as the feeling came around her. Hyperspace warping devices were good for travel when you had the coordinates going into them and the scents of the world around her changed. Rain and more came as she was standing there and looked around. "I am in a swamp... This is not the temple I was promised." She said it as she was looking up. "Stupid mud on my boots." She started trudging before regaining some of her composure and senses. The warp taking a moment when she rose up hovering in the air but turned herself feeling for the largest concentration of jedi with a nod of her head.

"When in doubt, sniff a jedi out." She moved quickly as she propelled herself forward with the force towards the temple. Connecting with the planet itself to generate once she touched the ground again. Like her mother had taught her and the Silver jedi's padawans to stand tall and ready for anything. She moved asa the sight of the temple and sensation of the other jedi was there when she touched down and stood in the white and silver robes... but took a moment. "LAND." She proclaimed it and did a small cartwheel enjoying the feeling of it before she adjusted herself and got up to walk in with a bow towards some of the other masters. Kind of wishing Reiko could be here.. much easier to do proper meetings as the daughters of a jedi master.

She entered and looked at the jedi with a look on her face as she found the one who seemed to be in charge... maybe she had no idea who any of them were as she spoke looking at Briana clasping her hands in front of herself with a bow of her head. "I am Master Ike of the Silver Watch and Order, Daughter of Matsu. My mother sends her regards that she is unable to come in person but she will be observing. Our continued efforts in the companions and force planes required her attention." She said it with a deeper bow though. "But aanything you shoudl require from our engineers and artisans we can give."

She said it with another nod when she looked around at some of the others but found a place to stand offering a warmer smile. Mentally screaming behind her shields for Reiko to be here and have at least one person she knew.

Briana Sal-Soren Ala Quin Ronhol Tomm Jace Rhane Sela Basran

 

[Amani Serys]

Ala Quin - Ronhol Tomm - Sela Basran - Open​

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Amani Serys' responsibilities had shifted over the last few years. She was the Queen of Alderaan now, the weal or woe of an entire people resting in her hands. It was not a duty she could overlook. There would always be more wise Jedi leaders willing to step up, willing to carry the mantle. Planetary queens were a bit harder to come by.

But— Being a Jedi was in her blood. And if a meeting of this caliber was taking place, she wanted to be there. A meeting about the future of the Jedi, in a future where darkness had a stranglehold on galactic civilization.

Amani had been raised in the Silver Jedi Order. She had helped lead the New Jedi Order, becoming a Master, Council Member, and Chief Healer. In between it she had felt the pull of the dark side, the loss of her force connection entirely, and found the warmth of love. She had fought multiple wars, from the Sith, to the Imperials, to the Brynadul. She had lost a limb, lost friends, lost planets. Amani had seen it all. Was there need for her in a new generation of Jedi? She didn't know, but she hoped she might at least be able to offer a few kernels of wisdom, if it was sought.

Amani entered the Shirayan halls with subtlety, robed and hooded in the thick, loose-fitted habit of your common Jedi. There were many here she did not know, or at least did not know well. A new generation indeed. But the Shirayans seemed to have done well for themselves here on Naboo. It was a model planet, and as good a candidate as any to help lead the free galaxy in this new era. She found where most of the masters— including the Shirayan Grandmaster— seemed to be gathering thus far, and threw back her hood to greet them properly, "Tidings," She bowed, "It feels good to be here."

 

[Connel Vanagor]

The Burdening Burden of Burdens
Shiraya
Naboo

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The Jedi are gathering.

Is it about time? Or too little too late.

Neither.

He should be heartened to see so many gatherings, but to him, it felt different. Not like it was “lunch period” and the Shiraya Jedi were sitting at “the cool kids table”. No, this was inward. There was something in him that felt like he should not be here. He saw Master Serys - Organa, he saw Ike, he saw Quin, he saw others, like the traitor.

That is not a fair comment to make though, and Connel knew it, which is why he pushed it out of his mind. Yes, Braze did indeed turn on the Jedi on Coruscant, and he did indeed play the victim card. It’s a typical move of the pathetic, and it made Connel want to punch him, or at least a powerful open hand slap.

He didn’t do so, he wouldn’t.

Not just because it would make a martyr out of the Echani, allowing him to draw sympathy from those who don’t get it. The dude was honestly working for a better life for others. He couldn’t fault him for that, no matter how much Connel wanted to.

So, as he walked into the room, he found a wall with an overhang that could cover him in shade and stayed under it. He could wonder why he was here. Why indeed.

Is it because he was still bitter that many who were here were not there?

Is it because he had doubts?

Is it because he is wondering if he is even a Jedi anymore?

Only time will tell.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
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[Vizion Trozky]

THE GATHERING
SHIRAYA'S SANCTUARY ☛ GALLO MOUNTAINS ☛ NABOO

Young as he was, being a man of only twenty-five summers, this was the first conclave that Vizion had attended. Today, and in every day as of recent, it wasn't from Theed that he arrived at the Temple. Nor was he alone when he appeared, meandering in with Briana from Evenfall, the vast home of hers, that he'd all but moved into in bits and pieces over the bulk of the past year. She, who was was a point of light in his life, in this dark sea.

And so, was he there with Briana, in the clean, roomy lines of Jedi robes that did not enrobe him often, and still as presentable as was par for the course, when Orihime Ike approached with her greetings. Vizion bowed his head in kind, "A pleasure to have the Silver Order in attendance," he replied, then watched Orihime leave after to find a place amongst the growing gathering of Jedi for a scant moment before speaking to Briana, who he'd been talking to before what might be the first of many interruptions this day.

"Goes to show how small we still are," he mused, with a light sigh, "news travels slow. Either that or your reputation precedes you like always." With that he turned his head, his brows raising as he gave her a small smile, then placed a hand at the small of her back and leaned in, speaking softly. "Don't worry about speaking on matters that should be directed to the Council, if you're approached. Bring it to our attention after, if needed. Just... take this all in. Participate. Talk to someone new. This could be the only conclave we ever see."

Jedi rarely came together like this in times of peace, let alone times of conflict. Or so he'd heard. The late gathering on Atrisia so many months ago had filled a much smaller room. He saw few of those faces, here, so far. He gave a quick adjustment to the modest satchel slung over his shoulder, mostly occupied by a dataslate.

"I'll catch up with you later... Not too late, I hope."

There was no telling how this day would pan out. Vizion's smile muted to one-half, then he let his hand slip away and walked up to the table where Grandmaster Quin and other members of the council were to be seated, joined by some of the Order's other masters, who were finding a place to stand, or sit. "Masters," he greeted with the bow of his head, to them, then to Master Amani who'd came up just before him, before turning to Ala with another deep tip of his head, "Grandmaster."

Vizion made his way to a seat at the table, on the other side of Ala from the Iktotchi Master, giving the horned man a brief glance as he settled into the seat, and let his satchel hang from the chairback. Wondering how much the Seer knew, going into this. Marked though a Seer's talent was, the Force did not impart everything. And could be unpredictable in who it chose to speak to at times.

A thing Vizion knew personally, and painfully well, as much that was foreseen had come to pass.

Ala Quin • Amani Serys • Briana Sal-Soren • Ronhol Tomm • Sela Basran​