The Dawning

[Adron Malvern]

White Waters Resort​

Early Morning​

Scarif​

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War has consumed the galaxy once again. When the threat of tyranny spreads across the galaxy, conflicts arise, battles are fought, and alliances are tested. Following the liberation of the Echani homeworld there was a time of mourning and deep concideration. Many were lost in the battle, and even more were left without their homes, families, and lives in tact. Although the hard times are far from over, some moments of respite are gifted. What better way to rest from the weary call of war than with clear skies and pristine waters? The Confederacy has extended it's hand, reaching out to those who stood by them in the times of war. Scarif is a planet dipped in beauty and marveled for it's calming atmosphere. The calls had been made, the meetings arranged, and the resorts booked. Hundreds of rooms were reserved for the emissaries of the Silver Jedi Order, drinks would flow absent cost and music would feel the beaches. It was, for all intents and purposes, a celebration. A time for warriors and soldiers to come together honor their dead while recalling their victories. Of course it was not just the warriors of the Force who had stood with the Confederacy. Invitations were sent out across the galaxy, to all of The Confederacy's allies. The Golden Company and Outer Rim Coalition had been gifted similar offers, to come and visit within Confederate space under the a banner of friendship.

The people of Scarif were eager to host such a celebration. Several resorts bid for the chance to host such a spectacular event. However the perfect choice was the White Waters Resort. A massive structure designed to host thousands of guests, it has completely opened it's doors to all! Full, all-inclusive, treatment is offered to all who attend this special event. The resort offers numerous means of entertainement. Perhaps you'd like to enjoy a relaxing afternoon in the resort spa? A good deep massage really works out that saber arm. If you're interested in a more active activity, the shores of the beach are lined with a number of water speeders for your enjoyment. You can race, fish, and cruise to your heart's content. Or maybe you would rather take a short walk to the resorts Casino? Try your luck in a hand or two of Sabacc and maybe you'll leave richer than you arrived. The resort is designed to offer you weeks of entertainment without end, please feel free to pursue all the White Waters Resort can offer you.

As this celebration was born as a means to recover from the wars that have taken place, it was only natural that the leaders of The Confederacy and Silver Jedi Order take time to review the events that have led them to this day. Those chosen members of the Silver Jedi Delegation would be welcomed by the open arms of The Confederacy and the Viceroyalty, in the hopes of maintaining a strong alliance.

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[Adron Malvern]

Location: White Waters Resort​

Wearing: This​

Companion: Luscia​

Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="John Locke"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Aida Aquila"]​

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The crystal glass was flawless. It held a rather sophisticated design that was likely meant to reflect the resort's own elegance. The dark brown liquid that covered the bottom of the glass was quickly downed by the Exarch, a comforting burn rushing down his chest as he finished the rest of his morning drink. He'd been preparing for the meeting with the Silver Jedi delegation when he realized he'd been running far ahead of his schedule. A few moments to stand on the deck to his room and admire the waters that rushed below would not hurt. It was that much more enjoyable when paired with his favorite brand of whiskey. This day already threatened to be a long one, as it had started far before the sun crested the horizon. Today was the first day of a celebration intended to last the better part of a week. When his Master, [member="Darth Metus"] revealed his plans to meet with the Silver Jedi it had been the doorway to another of the Exarch's own plans. It would have been a simple enough matter to invite a few of the Jedi to Golbah City or Monastery to host the diplomatic talks. Simple was not the Exarch's style. No, instead he'd had the idea of hosting these meetings on Scarif and instead of inviting a handful of Jedi, he would invite them all. Let the entire order see the greatness extended from The Confederacy, and allow them to enjoy days they seldolm get on other worlds. The Exarch's lips came to a smile. No doubt more amused with himself than anything else.

He turned from the deck. "Luscia?" He said curiously. His room had been resting in the early morning light, still a large portion of it seemed unnaturally dark. The Loth Wolf shifted in the edge of the room. Massive thing, she was nearly the size of the man's bed and already taller than he was. It was a damned mess getting her into the resort, however she was capable of moving without being seen, even for how unfathomably large she was. The Loth Wolf's head shifted over to gaze at Adron for a brief moment. She immediately rested her head back against the mass of her body before closing her eyes.

His hand scratched into her neck as he walked past her. "You're right. You'd do better to stay here." He told her, before walking over to his bed. The shimmersilk blazer was pristine, practically shining even in the shaded room. The Exarch pulled it on before making his way towards the door. A black walking cane was propped against the door and he took it's silver pommel into his hand as he led himself out into the hall. He exhaled softly, walking down the hall to the conference room they had reserved. The Exarch drug his hands over his jet black hair, smoothing it out while he made his way into the conference room. It was a bit large for this meeting. It could likely hold over thirty people, however it would do for this evening. There was still some time before the others would arrive. The Exarch found his seat and began to idly tap at the jewel that was embedded on the end of his walking cane. He was interested to see how things ended this day, what conclusion would these talks bring?

 

[Aida Aquila]

Aida stood on her balcony, taking in her surroundings. The accommodations, generously provided by their hosts, were luxurious and elegant. But, it was a way of living that was altogether foreign to the former traveling Jedi. Her own style was minimal, she enjoyed nature and living simply. However, as the gentle breeze found her, she had to smile. The crystal waters below sparkled with sunlight, easily seen from the resort.

This was quite a change, to be sure, but a pleasant one.

Bare feet stepped back inside, immediately met by plush carpeting. Secretly, Aida was faced by a dilemma. It was an age old question, really – one that required much pondering.

What to wear?

Two outfits were currently spread out upon her bed. On one side, a set of robes – gray and woolen. This ensemble would certainly set the tone, she was a Jedi. But, then again, this was the first time she'd felt that they would be slightly inappropriate for the setting. And so, Aida found herself reaching for the more casual option, a breezy linen dress. After changing and ensuring that she was presentable, she gathered her bag and went out the door.

On her way to the meeting room, she paused once more to glance out towards the sea. Perhaps after the talks had been completed, she'd have time to dip her feet into the water. Continuing on, she wondered if perhaps she would meet her fellow delegates, Master DragonsFlame and Mister Locke. The three of them had prepared a simple gift for their hosts, a small piece of Kashyyyk – she trusted John to bring it along today.

Rounding the corner and entering the designated room, she gave a smile and nod to the man already waiting there, tapping a rather ornate-looking cane.

[member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="John Locke"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Helly Reyne]

Location: White Waters Resort


Royalty. Fortune. Luxury. Fake. Hoarding. Decadence.

Did she deserve this kind of paradise because she struggled in her youth? Or did she feel guilty for having it because she knew what it was like to struggle? This place was beautiful, but it practically brought her to tears knowing that likely none of them deserved this kind of luxury over others. It was a club of elites, no matter how much she wanted to see it as something else, something better for the galaxy at large. Could anything ever really change when there were such clear class dynamics at play?

As she gazed out over the shoreline from the balcony of her room, she shook her head and denied her common sense telling her that she should just enjoy her stay and relax. How much could she accomplish by fighting back against such generous accommodations? Wouldn't it be worse to turn the other way to something like this when millions across the galaxy would have killed to be in her position?

Still, it was the screaming of the innocent on Eshan and Coruscant, the desperate faces of youth on Tatooine, the thousands of junkyards where old droids were dumped when they were no longer wanted... She knew, as much as it pained her, that nobody deserved this when there were those who still struggled in ways that easily could have been prevented.

"I can't be here," she whispered to herself as her head gradually lowered until it was facing her feet. Slowly, she turned herself around and walked back into her room, beginning to pack up anything she had already begun to unpack. She sent a message to [member="Adron Malvern"] letting him know of her sudden departure, knowing that it would be met with confusion or disappointment, maybe both.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Scarif... or a dream planet for vacationing if one liked beaches. Or, as was the case for Varindar, swimming. Although she came there for vacationing, she decided to bring along what a lucky few called the speed suit. But out there on Scarif, she knew that several females at the White Waters Resort would be there to show off to the extent it was feasible. One thing was for sure: she wouldn't recognize [member="Aida Aquila"] probably because she never met with her and never had her as a guest in either of her two hotels. Speaking of which, it was different from the hotels she herself ran and owned. But if there was anyone present that wanted to go for a swim, Varindar would likely be doing it with them. Sure, without the speed suit, she had a wide array of swimsuits to choose from, both one-piece and two-piece, but she hardly swam in any meets anymore. Plus she'd rather not wear the same suit over and over, plus with that brightly-colored suit, she would be difficult to miss. It was too good to pass up in her mind. Just the right temperature, the right weather in short, she had to make the swim.

"Anyone up for a swim?"

 

[John Locke]

"I can't believe it sir, you've actually taken off your coat. You must mean business, and that weapon in your hands, oh your enemies should beware. Should I run ahead, crying havoc and rend my cheeks, urge all I come across to flee, to scatter before your mighty wrath?" Ex reaching up, the droids fingers tapping against his cheeks once, twice, three times, the metal clanging against one another before he sighed, glancing back at John, "you know you could have given me actual cheeks to rend you know." "And have to replace them every 5 minutes? Do you think I'm made of money?" "Well..." "What did I ever do to deserve this? I'm a good man, I swear it." The unlikely pairing made their way through the resort, neither of them really looking at the groups around the resort lobby as they climbed towards the meeting room, the 'weapon' cradled in his arms as the sleeves of his short-sleeved caught the wind for a moment as he glanced down at the plant cradled in his arms. "It's like a little piece of home," "Yeah, just a little, who knows, maybe they'll like it."

John couldn't help but smile at the sight in the room as EX pushed open the doors to the conference room, the dark-haired cyborg nodding at the inhabitants of the room, it was a little overwhelming, he'd started off life as a mechanic, building droids in his parent's garage and now he was here, rubbing shoulders with some of the most powerful people in the galaxy. It was a heady feeling for the one time mechanic, and for a moment he paused there, feeling every pound of the weight of expectation pressing down on his shoulders before he felt a sharp metal elbow jab him in the side. "You know, if you wanted to stand in the doorway and stop people getting in, you maybe should have chosen a door which was a little smaller." The sheer audacity of the statement was enough to shake John out of his stupor as he nodded his thanks at the droid and entered the room, closing with Aida. "You know, I'm gonna be a little sad to give this up."

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[member="Aida Aquila"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

War. War was fun. It was a statement that would probably make the most serious of politicians who had gathered there today openly roll their eyes, but Madalena did not care much about that. She'd almost lost Cardinal during the liberation of Eshan, but it was an almost, and as anyone knew, almosts didn't count, which meant that she could continue to enjoy it. War offered her the opportunity to put the pointy end of her weapons inside other people, no consequences.

Sadly though, these last two wars that she had been a part of had not given her that opportunity. She had fought no one on Copero, instead taking a prisoner of war who later made the right choice and switched sides. On Eshan, she had fought for her life, but not actual enemies; unnatural disasters were more the thing over there.

But now… Now she was coming to celebrate with the Confederacy and its allies, and she was about to show up as the Former Queen of Eshan. It was a joke, really; she hadn't been the actual queen of anything at any point, yet painting it that way as a response to the little speech she had given over the most open of frequencies she could find was funny to her, and she had every intention of keeping the title in its Former sense, at least for a little while.

As she arrived at the White Waters Resort, Madalena looked around, a pleasant smile on her face. For a change, she welcomed the party, and she wanted to just have a few drinks and relax.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: White Waters Resort​

Objective: Be a presence​

Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

The Dominus Prime to the Knight's Obsidian had been on scarif for three days in preparation for the celebration that was taking place. The days had been full, but were quickly gone. He was thankful of that, he could use a few more short days in his life. These days it seemed like something was always happening. Either war was knocking on the door of The Confederacy or some new event had been brought to the attention of the Knight's Obsidian. Cardinal decided to take a few minutes out of the day to actually enjoy the beaches of Scarif. He'd found a cluster of rocks to sit on, watching as the crashing waters rolled and slammed into the stones under him. He loved to hear the movement of the waters under him, giving him something to occupy his mind other than his duties.

The Force shifted, faintly, barely a whisper in the back of the man's mind.

“All of the teams have checked in, your thickheadedness.” A metallic, nearly robotic voice called out to him. Journey, the Knight's oldest partner and assistant, materialized into sight as he floated over to the man. His Shard Housing Unit beeped ever so softly to indicate he was tapping into some network or another. “No disturbances?” Cardinal asked, not caring to raise his orange eyes from the sight before him.

“Nothing of note.” Journey replied curtly. He floated over Cardinal with a seemingly condemning gaze, though it was impossible to tell as the Shard's Housing Unit was unreadable.

“Can we please leave this insufferable planet?” The Shard pleaded, a true tone of agitation coming from him. It fell on deaf ears. “No Journey. Not until the celebration is over.” The man pushed himself to his feet, tapping the side of the crystal's housing unit while offering a regretful smile. “Soon. In the meantime relax. It's a lovely day out, go for a walk?” The statement was more of a tease than anything, as Journey had no legs to take a walk with. Still the Shard said nothing. Instead he floated silently while Cardinal turned away from the shoreline. He'd spent enough time on the beach, there were better things he could be doing. One specifically came to mind.

He made the quick trip back to the main resort. He wore a simple grey beach shirt on top of a pair of thin, breezy trousers. The one good thing about this assignment was the majority of his Knight's were tasked with remaining under the radar. Something they loved and took advantage of whenever they could. The large man strode into the main atrium, Journey floating over his shoulder while he moved about. Normally the Shard would disappear into the unseen once more, however now he merely hung over the man's shoulder like a pet bird. Cardinal glanced up at the Shard for a minute but was met with a blank stare at the crystal's metallic faceplate. The man was ready to say something when his eyes caught someone on the other side of the Atrium.

“Your Grace, the Queen of Eshan.” He approached Madalena with a mock bow, before his lips parted into a genuine smile. The man had been well aware of Madalena's enjoyed joke of being dubbed the Queen of Eshan, as she had sat on the throne. Why not have a bit of fun with it? “You look beautiful.” He told her, pulling her close into a warm embrace. Following Eshan, Cardinal had fallen into a bit of a rut, unsure of himself and his abilities, unsure of who he was. Still when Madalena had voiced her interest in joining the celebration he was happy to hear it. “You know you really do look like a Queen.” He said, eyeing her for a moment, allowing his gaze to wash over her with a smile that left nothing to the imagination on his thoughts. “Right Journey?”

The Shard still said nothing, instead he merely began to fade from reality. As he peeled into a Stealth pocket, Cardinal arched a brow and turned back to Madalena. “Anyway, it's good to see you Madalena. You make this assignment that much better.” He said, before looking over to a nearby bar cart. “Want a drink?”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]


Before there were drinks, there was food. Madalena had not realized just how hungry she was as she made her way to the bar, coming to a complete halt because a waiter passed her by, carrying a plate of cheeses. The Pathfinder quickly grabbed a few, popping them into her mouth and quickly swallowing, silently thankful that it was just cheese and none of that icky bread stuff that everyone else seemed to oh so love.

When someone called her Her Grace, the Queen of Eshan, Madalena had an olive inside her mouth. In truth, she did not need to turn around to see who it was in order to know. She knew his voice almost intimately. She knew the feel of him through the Force. And she knew that among her thousands of smiles, she had a few that were for him and him alone, and even should anything ever turn sour, no one else would ever receive them.

Madalena swallowed her olive and turned around, one of those smiles appearing on her face as it brightened almost instantly, mirroring Cardinal's own smile.

When his arms came for her, she returned the embrace, her body pressed against his, the fabric that was between them annoyingly reminding her of things that had almost happened. A moment ago, she'd been perfectly happy to be there. Now? She was much happier about it.

"A moment," she asked of him as he offered a drink. Her hands came up to wrap around him again, and she leaned in for a kiss.

"Okay, now we can go have a drink."

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: White Waters Resort​

Objective: Be a presence
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

The smile that came from Madalena's face brought enough light to shame a small star. The man pressed his hands against her waist, smiling at her as she came from his embrace. He missed her warmth. Cardinal was beginning to grow used to sharing the same space as Madalena and enjoying her company. The two had spent a good deal of time together and he'd been enjoying it immensely. When she paused him to bring her lips to his, he welcomed her happily, smiling into the kiss. Their lips met and he kissed her eagerly, before finally the two parted. As she pressed into him he could feel a different need burning within. He pressed his lips to the woman's temple for the briefest moments before turning to lead her to the bar cart. "Come on." He said, exhaling softly. The two had almost shared a night, once, just before they departed for Eshan yet that evening had been soured.

"The Viceroyalty should be starting their meeting soon." Cardinal muttered, checking his watch ever so briefly. There was still some time before the next shift check and Cardinal was intent on spending the time with Madalena. His hand wrapped into hers while they made their way to the bar. The man was content with a beer for the time being. "Let me get a Corellian ale." He looked to Madalena expectantly. "I tried one on my last mission. I like them." He said, gesturing to the bottle handed to him before looking to her. "What would you like?" Between the two Madalena was certainly the larger drinker, Cardinal rarely had a drink in his everyday life, however he had been drinking a bit more in his down time.

Once the two had their drinks Cardinal would lead Madalena through the main part of the resort. He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling when he could no longer feel the braids he'd had for so long. "When I cut my hair I didn't think it would feel so...weird." He muttered, before taking a sip of his ale. His eyes wandered over Madalena and the dress she wore. Why did it have to be so damned tight? When he realized his eyes had fallen on her again he turned back to the path they were on. "With Eshan safe there will be a few Knight's units heading there to set up a new operations center." He began, yet his voice lost a bit of the flare it had before. "I was asked to oversee it but....I don't think so."

The man had been troubled by his defeat on Eshan. Not by the concept of defeat itself, that was an inevitability of being a warrior. No man was immortal and all men faced their betters at least a few times in life. "I'm thinking about taking some time. I need to train, focus myself. I've grown so reliant on the Force and the weapons that The Confederacy gave me." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I just feel like if you strip me of them....The Warrior beneath, who is he? Not the man he was." He said insistently. "I'm not sure how I'm going to do it yet, but I know it needs to be done."

 

[Malok]

He seldom spoke of Her.

When it came to the select few who knew the Sith Lord most intimately, they found a relatively open tome. Darth Metus held very few secrets, aside from a handful of crafting techniques held dear to his soul. However, one of the few corners of his life that had remained obscured from the knowledge of his loved ones...was that of his Master. The Sith had known a number of cultivating hands over the course of his lifetime, however, there was one directly responsible for who he was in the present. Rave Merrill was not, at a glance, the most mighty Sith in the Galaxy. She did not build her reputation by tossing Star Destroyers out of the heavens or cultivating literal stars out of nothing. What she did was push the Force-driven arts of creation to their absolute limits. To say that she wrote the book on modern day Alchemy was the understatement of the millennia.

And Darth Metus was fortunate enough to call her Master. More so, he was blessed to have known her as a friend. Yet, unlike the Sith who paused within the confines of his resort accommodations, she was no longer apart of the living. She, unlike her apprentice, accepted her death and the gift it brought. She died so that defenseless others could live. Yet, before the bitter end, the Dark Side path before her converged. She began to walk towards the Light of all things. It was almost expected of the apprentice that he would learn the motivations of his Master; yet still to this day, he only had a fledgling understanding of why the Darkness was no longer her ally. And thus, it was a path he would not follow. However, though he would not rid himself of the shadow that was his existence...he would appreciate one of the final creations championed by his master. Uplifted by the light was a rare breed of tree: the Ankarres. Its wood could be fashioned into a plethora of items more than suitable for any Jedi to wield.

This day, as [member="Adron Malvern"] took the reigns and threw a lavish celebration to honor the relationship of the Confederacy and the Silver Jedi, Darth Metus would honor their greatest with a gift from The Greatest. A resinwood box rested within his palms as he rose at the appointed hour. Within its confines, a silken pillow would bear the weight of a rather ornate lightsaber. Songsteel formed the basis of its length, whilst ornately carved pieces of Ankarres wood surrounded the hilt. In all, the piece radiated with the Light - so much so that the Sith had to remember how to breathe whilst holding it. But. For their greatest ally, this was a fitting gift to the one who would steer them to a brighter tomorrow. The Sith considered it a pleasure when he first met the Silver Grandmaster, [member="Valae Heavenshield"]. News of her retirement was something that he was not able to act on - for the matters of state and warfare dominated his attention for many months.

But in the present, he could at least welcome the newest addition to the long line of Silver leadership. Darth Metus would arrive shortly after the Silver delegation. He would recognize only one - [member="Josh"]ua DragonsFlame - by reputation alone. Yet, nonetheless, he would greet them all with a smile of utmost familiarity. "Welcome to Scarif!" he said, filling the room with the thunder of his voice. Before he joined Exarch Malvern, he stopped before [member="Aida Aquila"] and extended the box to the woman. "Before passing, my Master walked a path very similar to yours. At the end, she saw the Light - and beget many things to aide in the struggle of the Jedi. This gift is a token of my appreciation for all that you are; as well as my way of bidding you a warm welcome, Grandmaster."

With thus said, the Sith inclined his head respectfully before motioning towards the table. "Please. Shall we?"

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Aida Aquila"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="John Locke"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Where: White Waters Resort
Why: Have 'fun'

Tags: TBA

(When interacting with Kurenai both [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] and [member="Tanaski Yumi"] are present)

Celebrations before war, it seemed to be something everyone did, to boast better relations with other allied nations along with raise moral and have the military relax before their next event. Still such a time had more uses then that, it was a chance to connect, meet new people and make friends, in addition, especially for here it gave the women a chance to catch up and spent time with her dear family, which by this point had become quite large to day the least.

"I hear both of you have ascended to the rank of Knight, I'm poured, it is nice to see you two getting stronger at such a fast rate, who know maybe you will surpass me at this rate within a 100 years", she somewhat joked as the trio walked along the beaches, each dressed in simple shirts and jeans for the occasion. "Perhaps, but I hear you yourself have been getting some private training from great great grandmother, I do not believe either of us will be getting to your level in thee force anytime soon", replied her eldest daughter, and that was taking away her almost unbeatable hand to hand combat skills.

The younger of the two, slightly trotted ahead, turning around to face his mother before speaking,"So mother are you going to be introducing us to a tone or people today and takes us on a tour of this beach paradise, could also go for some food too, didn't have anything on the trip over". A small sigh escaped Kurenai's mouth, shaking her head at Tana's very laid back and happy go lucky persona, "for food we can make out way over now, seems a crowd has already gathered", making not of [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] conversing in the distance.

"As for introductions, you will have to forgive me on that, as sad as it is to say I do not really 'know' anyone, at best I have a good amount of acquaintances but that is it really, still I can try if you wish". Both her children gave a blank stare at the coment, though both quickly perked back up. "Well that is okay, perhaps we can show you some friends from the Silver Jedi, I am certain you will like some of them".

 

[Genesis Rostu]

Tag: [member="Valencia Hadley"]
Location: White Waters Resort, Scarif

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This Confederacy was certainly different.

To say that Genesis Rostu was satisfied with early retirement was to utter a falsehood. The towering man was bred and born for a singular purpose: to wage war effectively. And as a result, stagnation was anathema to everything he knew. When the nation he served fell to ruin, he did...for a time...attempt to live out the rest of his days in peace. There was a mountain of guilt which fell mightily upon his shoulders - guilt centered around the fact that he survived the collapse and lived to peacefully step aside when the new regime moved in. However, as time moved ever forward, Genesis grew progressively more and more dissatisfied with his state of being. In order to maintain his sanity, he took to mentoring a security firm based out of Manda. And that is when the rumors reached his ears. Whispers that the Southern Systems were banding back together. Murmurs that an old Templar had taken the reins.

The chance to bury the guilt which riddled his stomach was finally at hand.

It took many, many months of consistent effort - but the clone ultimately earned an audience with the Vicelord himself. Genesis recalled the Sith from their younger days - when the battles they faced were infinitely less complex. In the old era, the Galaxy ignored the Confederacy and tore itself to shreds. But now, their humble corner of space had begun to take center stage in a plethora of conflicts. The clone found that he did not leave empty handed from his meeting with the Sith. For he walked in a relic of the past, yet walked out a fully reinstated servant of the Confederacy. To Genesis was given an opportunity to serve the people again as Grand Marshal of the Confederate Defense Force. This was an honor that he certainly would not take lightly. However...He did not anticipate one of the earliest ventures to be to a beach.

Perhaps it was simply just how the younger generation did things, but the Grand Marshal did not understand the necessity of the event. In his mind, the time could be better spent training mutually with the Silver Jedi by running drills or simulations. They had to be ready at a moment's notice for anything...but instead they were expected to spend a week relaxing? Well. Genesis did miss out on the latest of the Confederate battles. Perhaps this was the way those above had decided to offer the warriors rest. Despite his personal distaste for the event, the clone would never utter a single word that would affirm this. His role demanded that he support whatever direction his superiors took...outwardly of course. To this end, the towering man could be found at one of the resort's many many beachside bars. The view of the beach was not one to scoff at and the temperature was just right that a hardened man might delude himself into easing his shoulders up a bit.

But, there was something which captured his peripheral vision which made him lower his glass to the counter devoid of grace. Turning, his gaze narrowed as she walked past and sat down at the bar - a vague sense of familiarity causing corners of his memory to fire that had not in quite some time. Long...her hair was shorter then. Infinitely so. But she still carried herself with that semi-noble air which was a far cry from the way they began. Before she stepped out of earshot, Genesis simply uttered a single word. If he was wrong, it could be ignored amidst the breeze. But if he was right...well, it usually got a rise out of this one. The sort of rise that saw all tact shatter into ten thousand tiny, miniscule pieces.

"Haddie?"

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Scarif​

With: [member="Mykes Taff"]​

Reasoning: Enjoy the beach while keeping an eye on the delegates.​

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Tom stood in the sand looking out over the waves listening to his ear piece as he did. In his ear was both his AI Genesis as well as The Owl both were telling him to enjoy the time at the beach. He shook his head as he listened to them. "Ladies please, I will enjoy besides I have Mykes here it will be hard not to enjoy." They both continued for a bit leading to him rolling his eyes. "Just warn me if something happens to the delegates and get The Cat with her people down here if we need you. As well as any other measures you brought along which I am almost sure you did as the two of you are more paranoid than me anyways."

He finally switched it off on his end allowing them to continue talking without his input needed. He knew they were in capable hands especially since the last time he got out of their sight well he became what he is now. He walked over to his husband hugging him from behind smiling as he looked over Mykes shoulder. "Sorry about that you know how the ladies can be especially after that whole kidnapping ordeal." He stood there just hugging and smiling enjoying the sun and the sand.

 

[Valencia Hadley]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: White Water Resort, Scarif[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Tag: [member="Genesis Rostu"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Yet another beach getaway. It seemed that despite the many battles that were to be waged either on distant planets or behind her desk, Valencia couldn't escape the requirement that her role demanded of her to spend time in sand-swept island destinations. Was it the worst thing in the world? Certainly not; but that didn't mean that there weren't other things that the Viceroyal likely needed to be devoting her time to. It was with that in mind that she'd thrown on something airy and collected her datapad, her destination a chair on the beach somewhere to get in an hour or two of work before she would be required to make an appearance at one of the many social gatherings the Confederacy had planned for the trip.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She’d buried her nose thoroughly into the datapad as she strode down the beach, barely noticing as the gentle breeze swept her hair about her face and the loose bits of black fabric about her ankles. In truth, she would have preferred to sequester herself in her room for the afternoon to get these things done, but she knew better than to assume that it would be acceptable for the Viceroy of Manda to be a shut-in during these talks. Thus here she was, strolling along the beach, heading for a spot she’d spied earlier during the tour of the resort that a number of the Viceroyalty has been asked to take along with members of the Silver Jedi Order. It had been a good opportunity to get familiar with some of the emissaries from their Order, but she’d also spotted a small cluster of chairs under a particularly beautiful collection of massive palms along the beach. She hadn’t been able to think of a better spot to get comfortable a dig in on these reports.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]That is until she heard, like a soft whisper on the breeze, a name: ‘Haddie?’ It stopped her dead in her tracks, the grip on her datapad faltering. She had to scramble quickly to try and grab it, wincing as she both watched and heard the expensive little case slam into the ground. It bounced once before coming to rest at her feet, and she allowed herself a long moment to stare at it as she processed what exactly this meant. No one knew that name. No one who was stupid enough to use it while she was here on official Confederate business, at least. There were only a very small handful of people still alive who knew that name - and she couldn’t think of a one that she’d be overjoyed to see.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a deep breath, pale blue eyes lifted from the pad at her feet to turn towards the beachside bar she’d just strolled passed. She scanned the smattering of patrons at the bar before her eyes settled on the man who had eyes only for her. That breath she’d taken settled like a stone in her chest as recognition dawned behind that sky blue gaze. His name came as a whisper on her exhale, “Genesis…?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She stood there frozen for a moment before she felt an angry flush fill her cheeks, her eyes darting away from him once more as she bent at the knees and knelt to retrieve the datapad. Willfully ignoring the tremble in her hands as she scooped it up, she straightened once more and thought on that wondrously shady spot beneath those palms she’d found of earlier. It was going to have to wait.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Turning on her heels, the blonde used those casual beach heels she’d tossed on to carry her over to the man who had so badly startled here that she may have broken the small electronic she’d been carrying - she hadn’t even thought to check in her rush. She took up a spot beside him at the bar, her normal sweet-as-sin smile nowhere to be seen as she carefully perched herself in the stool beside him, offering the smiling bartender a look that sent the young man scuttling away to help literally anyone else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What,” she began, “in the seven hells are you doing here?” The venom in her voice was faint but he would be able to hear it in an instant. She was so good at keeping a neutral tone, but something about this man always seemed to ruffle her feathers. “Aren't you supposed to be back on Manda, fighting some grand evil or some other ridiculous thing?”[/SIZE]

 

[Mykes Vatak]

Location: Scarif
With: [member="Tom Taff"]

Mykes could hear them in his own ears via a communication device, lodged in his ear. He could only laugh out loud, at his husband's response to the Artificial Intelligence and The Owl. He could hear them just as well, and his smile grew upon hearing those words from [member="Tom Taff"]. As he watched Tom switch it off, he switched his own off however hesitantly. Mykes was the worrying sort, always wanting to keep an ear out for trouble and eyes always watchful. It showed in his expression.

Mykes opened his arms to Tom Taff, taking him into a loving hug. Even planting his lips to his forehead for a moment. "It's all right...I heard those chatterboxes the whole way." He snickered a bit after saying that as well. And, he agreed with them and once more, showing in his emotion but also his emotions.

 

[Aida Aquila]

Aida glanced over her shoulder as [member="John Locke"] entered the room, and she gave the dark-haired man a pleasant smile. Her gaze soon fell on the potted plant in his arms, a delicate Orchid Fern. A native plant to Kashyyyk, the home of the Silver Jedi, they hoped it would make an appropriate gift to the esteemed members of the Confederacy.

“It is quite nice, isn't it?” She said, nodding in approval.

It turned out that the cyborg man, Mr. Locke, had quite a green thumb after all. Her lips parted slightly, about to offer [member="Adron Malvern"] an introduction, when she felt an imposing presence on approach. Blue eyes watched with curiosity as the Vicelord himself entered the room next. His dark signature was strong, a stark contrast to her own. However, there was no malice to be sensed, a fact reinforced by the man's smile.

“Thank you for having us –” Aida said graciously, a warm smile was offered to [member="Darth Metus"]. However, her brows lofted slightly when she was presented with a box. Fingertips gently lifted the lid to find an ornate lightsaber hilt nestled within. Moving to join the gentlemen at the table, she placed a hand upon her chest and bowed her head respectfully.

“What an honor,” She said, placing a palm atop the box. “You have our thanks, Vicelord. However, the honor is not mine alone –“ Aida smiled softly, and glanced for a moment towards the others of her delegation. They no longer had a Grandmaster, as it used to be. “It is a duty we now share. There have been some changes to our organization. It is still very new, something we all will get used to in time.”

Aida herself did not carry a lightsaber, though she recognized the beauty of the elegant hilt that had been presented to them. This gift might find a better home with Master [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], or even displayed prominently in Silver Rest.

“We do have a little something for you as well,” She nodded towards the Orchid. “A bit of Kashyyyk, an Orchid Fern.”

 

[Genesis Rostu]

Location: White Waters Resort, Scarif
Tag: [member="Valencia Hadley"]

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There was a small part of the Grand Marshal that hoped the name would die upon the wind. He did not derive any pleasure from poking at the scab that had been that portion of his life. The man who had come to know the now-Viceroy of Manda was much younger in those days. Hell, they were both practically children by the standards of responsible adults. Yet both attempted to make their way in an increasingly troubled Galaxy as best they could. Genesis was born and bred for war. Valencia, it seemed, had decided she would be driven by her ambitions. In the end...their interactions left both parties relatively soured towards the other. The Grand Marshal would never say that he hated the excessively pretty woman before his eyes. In fact, the person herself was never the subject of malice when he remembered her. But that sharp sting which came from recalling the "good old days" was enough that his expression tightened when she joined him at the bar.

When she berated him for his presence, the clone did not immediately respond directly to her words. Rather, his sable eyes fell to the datapad which had suffered due to their spontaneous reunion. It was covered in sand still - and the question of whether it still functioned hung in the air. The clone did not ask verbally, but rather held out his hand and motioned for her to hand the device over. One of the few things that he had "over" the Viceroy was that he used to be the technical support for her various devices. Whenever the younger Haddie had difficulties of the electronic sort, it was Genesis who tended to sort them out. Whether she would accept his offer to diagnose the problem or not remained to be seen. Regardless of whether or not the Viceroy deposited her datapad into his care, the clone would answer after a few moments.

"You did get the Grand part right. I've recently become Grand Marshal of the CDF." This might have been the most blunt, matter-of-fact announcement of his promotion the man would ever utter. But, when it came to the Viceroy, he tended to err on the side of shortness. After all, it was easier to keep his tone even if he did not speak too much. "I know you have been busy, what with Eshan and all, so I am not surprised you did not hear." The real surprise was the fact that Valencia had been there in the middle of the fighting. The woman he knew did not shy away from danger of course, but rather she always played smart. Walking onto a literal battlefield must have worked out to some advantage for her, he presumed.

Nonetheless, he motioned to the bartender and said simply: "Get me a bottle of white wine. The good kind." Not for him, obviously. Rather, despite how much time had passed, it was hard to forget the preferences of the woman beside him. She was a creature of habit, after all. "You don't have to be so heated, by the way. It's hot enough out."

 

[Valencia Hadley]

Location: White Water Resort, Scarif
Tag: Genesis Rostu​

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The look that crossed her face when the man seated beside her let slip his new appointment would have been like a melody to him, she was sure. It was a mix of shock and for the barest hint of a moment, perhaps a touch of regret? She schooled her face to a calm, blank expression once more as she leveled her gaze with his, however, and when she spoke again her voice was much less heated.

“You don’t need to remind me to keep my cool, Gen.” She thrust the datapad into his waiting hand and spun in the seat to face the bar. Her heels hooked on the highest rung of the stool, which caused the soft black material of her wrap to drape across her legs and sway gently in the breeze. The look she gave the bartender as he dropped off the bottle of wine and the pair of glasses was enough to send him scampering off once again. She pulled the bottle across the counter and poured herself a glass, not bothering to offer him one as she was well aware it wasn’t his drink of choice.

She leaned forward, arching her back as she leaned her elbows against the edge of the bar and took a sip from the glass. Her pale blue eyes stared distantly at the back wall of the little pop-up bar, as she idly swirled the wine in her hand, giving him some time to mull over the datapad while she thought about what it meant that this man was back in her life. She’d worked very hard to get to where she was, and it had meant some sacrifices on her part, and the part of a few others… Perhaps less willingly. She had just accepted a position that put her in an even more visible spot – and she couldn’t afford to compromise that with her past being dredged up.

Her voice came once more as she lifted the glass to her lips, still not bothering to look at the close seated beside her, the sound of it distorted a touch as it bounced around the inside of the glass, “Couldn’t have just let me wander passed, hm?” She tilted the glass up and took a much larger drink this time around.

 

[Genesis Rostu]

Location: White Waters Resort, Scarif
Tag: [member="Valencia Hadley"]

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It would appear that some things never changed.

Although there had been quite some time between them - and an atmosphere of fresh angst to boot - the Viceroy relented. How many times had it been that they had been in a situation like this before? Tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife, yet the Clone would ultimately end up playing tech support. Once the datapad was surrendered into his grasp, he set it upon the bar in front of him. It took a concerted effort to direct the totality of his attention upon the piece rather than the fuming politician seated beside him. The side of his hand idly brushed away the most obvious sand clinging to its form, thereby enabling him to check for the most obvious damages. Fortunately, the glass itself was not cracked. Fortunate for his sake. God only knew she would tear him a new posterior if he was "responsible" for the damages. Meanwhile, the bartender wandered into the lion's den and provided exactly what the Grand Marshal had ordered.

He did not move at the sight of the wine, as it was certainly not his beverage of choice. The man could stomach a glass during obligatory social events if it meant playing his role successfully. However, there were an infinite number of beverages he would much rather settle his nerves with than wine. Haddie was the exact opposite. No matter. All it took was a glare from the Viceroy in order for the man to scamper away, leaving the pair to their devices. And speaking of, the Grand Marshal began the process of rebooting hers. By all accounts, the damage was minimal - if anything. She'd probably find sand in it later, but it was in working order. Now, the fact that she was surprised with his promotion was something that was not lost on Genesis. Try as he might, he could not help but see the momentary change in her expression before the professional mask was donned once again. What she was thinking, he couldn't tell - and he damn sure wasn't sensitive enough to pry.

She quipped in response to his advice to simmer down, to which a half-chuckle escaped him. Gen. Now there was a nickname he had not heard since the Galactic Republic was alive. Hell, the last time he heard that name was…ah, that damn scab. He banished the thought from his mind and slid the datapad back towards its rightful owner. "You'll need to take a blow dryer or fan to it to remove all the sand, but it's in working order." When it came to tech support, there was never any room for fething around - not even when they were on friendly terms. Valencia was prideful about her devices and Genesis was proud to be smart enough to diagnose what Hell she had put them through. After that though, the clone did not know what exactly to say to the woman. But...she sure made him shake his head with her words.

Couldn't have just let me wander past, could you?

She knew just what to say to rip that scab clean off, didn't she. He turned in his seat and levied his sable eyes upon her. His expression was...still reserved - but it was obvious that the gears were turning at a rapid pace. "To you? Never." The admission felt like ash on his tongue, and he rolled his shoulders slightly. "And I figure, if you wandered over here, you'd have done the same."