The Disciples of War [NJO Padawan Meetup]

[Liliane]

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Sullust​

New Jedi Order Temple​

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In times like these, daily lives full of battles and uncountable missions, people hardly found time to relax, make friends, or just take a break from all of it. Not only were Masters and Knights kept busy with matters of the galaxy and the war against the Dark Side, but too many Padawans were having to suffer as well. Padawans who could have spent their time learning about the Force and what it was instead of praying to leave the battlefield alive. And even though that was the life of the New Jedi Order, everybody needed to take a break every now and then.

Many Padawans of the New Jedi Order, as well as other independent Force users of the Alliance, didn't know each other, nor had they trained that much in groups. Nobody could really be found guilty for that, but that definitely had to change. And what better way to do it than to have a little bit of a group gathering and do something fun?

Lilin was a Jedi Master who had never had a Master of her own. She hadn't had anybody to train under, nobody to learn anything from, nobody to look up to in the battlefield. A part of that had to do with the fact that she had been a member of the group of individuals known as the Covenant, which didn't really believe that much in the whole Master-Padawan training thing. But the New Jedi Order definitely did value it a little bit more.

Unfortunately, many Padawans didn't have a Master in this Order either, so the Jedi Master thought she would invite those young learners to meet with her, meet with each other and do something awesome together.

The Jedi Temple was much unlike those people typically portrayed. It was nothing like the Old Republic's Jedi Temple or the one Silver Jedi used. Yes, it may have been oddly shaped and it may have not been the most beautiful place, but it was a Temple. And a lot of the people affiliated with the Order spent their days here. It was a good starting point for starting a little bit of a meetup with the Padawans.

If there was a need for that, they would move on to a different location later. That is why Lilin had planned some adventures to go on after the brief gathering in the Temple. Some touring around the nearby planets and places was a definite, as well as some group missions around the Alliance space which always seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

Eagerly waiting for the first Padawans to arrive, the girl marched in the halls and hoped for everything to go smoothly. She didn't know how those various people would react to her, how they would get along with each other or what they would think of the whole meeting. But she was hopeful and thought that she could definitely do something to make these students' lives more interesting.

 

[Dashka Soon]

Razall looked at the new building not overly impressed it was too.. flashy like the archetecture was trying too hard yo be alureing.

 

[Progflaw99]

The architecture here was somewhat less elegant than the majority of the Jedi Temples he'd been in, but the tall Zabrak was not one to judge. Born on Iridonia, he had quickly become very accustomed to functional design, the industrial backdrop of his childhood and young adulthood impressing utilitarianism on him. Most of the "Art" Bryn'jarr found appealing was more utilitarian in nature and served a functional purpose. His eyes wandered as he stood in the main entry. He'd arrived the evening prior on a small shuttle, preferring to use public transit than fly his own small starship. With a sigh, he began walking inwards towards the allotted meeting place. It was an appropriate one, it seemed to be the central hall.

He padded lightly, his preferred footwear a pair of sturdy Tabi. He found they allowed him better traction and range of movement than the seemingly standard boots most Jedi wore. He supposed it would explain the few strange looks he'd gotten walking in. His feet took him lightly through the corridors as he wandered. He was still early, though he continued making his way towards the central hall. He wondered who would all show up to this event. Even though he wasn't truly a part of the New Jedi Order, he was a padawan, and he figured they wouldn't exclude him directly, they all were striving for the same thing, right?...

The Zabrak had arrived. As he skirted the edge of the circular hall, he saw a blue skinned woman, a Chiss if he recalled correctly. He'd seen a few Chiss before, but not when it came to fellow force users. She appeared to be admiring... well, looking at the architecture. The slight scowl on her face seemed to express her mild disinterest with it. Leaning his back up against the wall, he waited, watching for any others that might appear, or the person they were supposed to meet with, he couldn't recall the name. This was well out of his comfort zone, though he relished the opportunity to test himself, and networking was always advantageous.

[member="Razall Khunn"] | [member="Liliane Lancaster"]​

 

[Dashka Soon]

[member="Bryn'jarr Astaris"]
" I assume you are a fellow jedi? " She adressed the Iradonian who approached her. not being sure how to really converse with another being in as friendly manner.

 

[Steven Kavarr]

So this was the temple. It was nothing compare to the ancient work of art his father had guarded, small, odd, unpleasant in comparison, but few temples could compare to the ancient ones that had been created in when the Jedi orders were at their prime. One day Steven would go back to his homeworld, he would find any hints to what happened the day he fled with his brother. The haunting memories coming back once more as the world around him darkened and he was nought but a child as he ran through the night, his brother by his side as the ragged breath broke the stillness.

Steven shook his head to clear the darkening nightmare in his mind, these thoughts could only drive him further away from where he was trying to get to. Glancing towards the entrance as the the back of a Zabrak slipped through the double doors, Steven strode towards the door at a brisk pace, his cloak billowing out gently behind him. A few minutes later and he strode through the final hallway into the room to await the master.

Stopping just through the doorway Steven scanned the few people in the room; a Zabrak, a Chiss, and a human. Who of these was the master that had called Padawans across the alliance to this singular place? None of them pulse with sheer force power one would expect from a master, so perhaps the master wasn't here. Striding once more forward, Steven grabbed a chair to the corner of the room, where he lounged out, his legs stretched to full length, his head drooping to his chest, and his eyes closing till barely a slit, just enough to see the feet of anyone entering or approaching him.

 

[Kenrath]

Armis had never seen much less been inside a Temple before. All of his lessons were down in an open field......taught by his father or his mother. He stopped briefly outside of it looking around for a moment. It was pretty looking by Armis just shrugged making his way inside.

The Rogue Padawan wore simple clothing ((his avatar)) with his sword in it's sheath of his left hip. As he always had a habit of doing his hand rest on the sheath his thumb resting lightly against the hilt. A quick flick of his thumb would pop the sword half way out with a click. Most may consider such a stance an act of aggression but a second look would show nothing of the sort to be the case. It was just how Atrisians were. His shoulder length hair was pulled back into a pony tail as it always was.

He watched the people near the entrance walking back and forth going about whatever their daily duties were. Truth is Armis knew nothing about Jedi or exactly what it was they did. He was more at home in a Police/Guard station.

[member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Razall Khunn"] [member="Bryn'jarr Astaris"] [member="Steven Kavarr"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Bryn eyed the woman carefully. He'd been close enough to touch a Sith before, and this woman seemed to share a few of the minuscule qualities he'd observed. It wasn't that she was outright evil, though he wouldn't write that off, but she had an aura around her. He could feel the power there, hidden beneath the surface, and yet there was brokenness. He withdrew, it wasn't particularly polite to invade someone's aura like that. That, and he had been silent for too long, simply looking at her. He bent himself over, a half bow, and addressed her verbally.

"My name is Bryn'jarr." He smiled. "Officially? No, I am a padawan, though I hope to attain the rank of Knight. Are you here because of the invitation as well?"

Truthfully, he didn't know what to expect. He didn't think any of them did, but here they were. Casually, he'd observed a few others entering the main hall, one of them seating himself towards an errant corner in the room. He noticed a few others, all clad differently. So this truly was a variety of padawans, from widely differing backgrounds he suspected. His own one of industry, and application. He excelled in the physical, and in the practical applications of the Force, but he'd never been one for the hypothetical, the theory. He appreciated what you could see, touch, and feel. He stood, hands clasped in front of him facing the Chiss woman. While he was talking to her, he let his mind absorb the information around him.

[member="Armis Vindex"] | [member="Steven Kavarr"] | [member="Razall Khunn"] | [member="Liliane Lancaster"]​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Razall Khunn"] [member="Astral Sea"] [member="Armis Vindex"] [member="Steven Kavarr"]

Jacen's latest padawan, [member="Kiran Arlos"], had been put through his paces this last week. There was no real need to have given the young man quite so much physical endurance training. However, the Jedi Marshall had decided to test his resolve, to see just how determined he was to follow the path of greatest resistance. Coming back from the place he had been in was no easy task. A bit of pain was barely scratching the surface.

There were a number of new faces around the area. There often were in The Sullust Temple. Today Jacen had every intention of introducing Kiran to some new faces and possibly doing some tutoring in lightsabre work.

 

[Samara Raine]

Samara had arrived late. She had come from clear across the galaxy to honor this invitation to join other padawans like herself in learning at the New Jedi Order's temple on Sullsut. The young woman found the volcanic planet itself to be hostile as compared to the inviting lush, green world of Voss in the Sanctum territory, though this Jedi temple was another thing to behold. It was beautifully constructed. A true work of architecture. As she walked with a purposeful manner through the corridors to find the room that was set aside for the training session, she didn't need to reach out too much with her Force senses to get the relaxed, yet serious feeling here.

Finally after many twists and turns, the Voryzd-born found the designated area. Before entering through the door though, Samara gave her traditional tan and brown Jedi robes a smoothing over as they were a bit wrinkled from her long journey stuck inside a cramped starfighter cockpit, then the golden blonde proceeded inside. She had worked with the Galactic Alliance once before while aiding the faction during the Kinyen dominion. There the padawan had been under the guidance of Jedi Master [member="Kahne Porte"]. It had been a good experience, and perhaps Samara would come across him again while visiting the NJO offered training.

"My apologies for my tardiness," Sam offered with a respectful bow of her golden head to whom looked like a Master Jedi standing there. "I am Samara Raine."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Astral Sea"] [member="Armis Vindex"] [member="Steven Kavarr"] [member="Razall Khunn"] [member="Liliane Lancaster"]