GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Just a warehouse he was renting on Bespin. That's all he was using as a base of operations until they could get something decent. The odd few rooms formed the offices of The Grandmaster and the vacent Chancellor position. A small planning room shoved up the back, it was that small a layout.
That wasn't why Jardo Snow was here though. He was here to recruit, to bring in those who wanted freedom. He wanted Force Users and Non Force Users alike, and he was waiting to personally greet each person who turned up.
He'd always made clear that everyone in The Order Of The Gray Jedi would have a role. Be it from politics to negotiations to fighting, each and every person would find a roll waiting for them. He was careful about how he advertised this meeting though, knowing that someone would of been watching. He sent a message over the holonet in quick bursts, always breaking the address down into a code that a starship could translate.
He was serious he wanted to remain hidden, for now.
That wasn't why Jardo Snow was here though. He was here to recruit, to bring in those who wanted freedom. He wanted Force Users and Non Force Users alike, and he was waiting to personally greet each person who turned up.
He'd always made clear that everyone in The Order Of The Gray Jedi would have a role. Be it from politics to negotiations to fighting, each and every person would find a roll waiting for them. He was careful about how he advertised this meeting though, knowing that someone would of been watching. He sent a message over the holonet in quick bursts, always breaking the address down into a code that a starship could translate.
He was serious he wanted to remain hidden, for now.