Faction The Gathering [NJP + Open to All Jedi]

[Kitter Bitters]

The Gathering

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The winds of Ilum howled low across the frozen expanse, carrying with them whispers of something ancient, and something waiting. Beneath the endless fields of snow and ice, the crystal caves stirred with quiet resonance, their hidden kyber veins humming in anticipation of those who had come.


The Jedi arrived together. The ship cut briefly through the pale sky before settling onto the frost-bitten surface, their silhouettes stark against the horizon. Cloaked figures emerged, breaths visible in the biting cold, boots crunching softly as they gathered near the cavern entrance. Some stood in silent reflection, others exchanged measured greetings, but all felt the pull. The call that had brought them here.

This was no ordinary mission.

This was The Gathering.

Masters and Knights lingered at the edges, watchful but distant, allowing the initiates space to confront what awaited them within. The entrance to the caves loomed ahead, dark and unwelcoming, yet alive with a quiet energy that pressed against the senses. It was not fear that filled the air but something deeper. Expectation. Destiny. Each Jedi present carried their own story, their own path that had led them to this frozen world. Some were steady and composed, others restless, their thoughts racing beneath calm exteriors. For many, this would be the moment that defined them as the first true step in understanding not only the Force, but themselves.

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[Katarine Ryiah]

"This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster; an elegant weapon for a more civilized age"
-Obiwan Kenobi

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The wind quieted as Katarine Ryiah stepped forward, her presence steady against the cold expanse of Ilum. Snow gathered lightly at the edges of her robes, but she seemed unmoved by the chill as she was grounded, centered, and listening to something far deeper than the storm. For a moment, she said nothing. Her gaze moved across the assembled Jedi, lingering, reading, understanding.

When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, measured, and carried effortlessly across the frozen plain. "The path that has brought you here is not linear. Each of you has been guided, by the Force, by your choices, and by something within you that is still becoming."

She turned slightly, gesturing toward the darkened mouth of the crystal caves. "This is The Gathering. A rite of passage undertaken by all Jedi who seek to take the next step in their journey." Her expression remained composed, but there was a weight beneath her words. "Many believe this is a quest to build a lightsaber. That is only a part of the truth."

She paused, and held each of their gazes in turn with her deep green eyes.

"What awaits you inside is not simply a crystal but a connection. A bond forged through the Force itself. The kyber you find will not be chosen by skill, or strength, or ambition… but by resonance. It will answer something within you."

Her eyes lifted toward the cavern entrance, distant for just a breath. "The caves will test that." A subtle shift in the air seemed to follow her words. "The crystal caves are not passive. They listen. They see. They will draw upon your fears, your doubts, your memories, touching threads you may not yet fully understand. They will challenge your resolve and, in doing so, reveal who you are… and who you may yet become."

Her gaze returned to the group, sharper now.

"Once you cross that threshold, your journey will become your own. No two paths within the caves are ever the same. What you encounter and what you face will be deeply personal."

A quiet intensity settled in her tone.

"There is a powerful vergence in the Force within these caves. It will not judge you by perfection… but it will respond to truth. To honesty. To your willingness to face what lies within."

The wind stirred again, though softer now. Katarine stepped closer, her voice lowering slightly, not weaker, but more intimate. "Listen to the Force. Not just when it is clear… but when it is uncertain. When it is quiet." She looked across them once more, and something gentler surfaced beneath her composure.

"You are not alone in this. Though your journeys will differ, you walk this path together. If you can offer guidance, do so. If you can show compassion, do so. Strength in the Force is not found in isolation but in connection. Trust in yourselves. Trust in each other."

Her hand lifted slightly toward the cavern, an unspoken invitation. "When the time comes… trust in what calls to you."

The entrance to the caves seemed darker now, yet somehow more alive.

"Go," she said softly, "and may the Force guide you."

 

[Sergeant Omen]

As the Mynock Class drifted through Ilum's dense cloud cover, Omen turned to smile at his young ward. "Looking forward to this? It should be fun to see. Maybe they'll even let you participate somehow. But be careful, they might make you put those robes on, and after that, you're theirs forever. It's part of a contract you have to sign to get them." At least if the clearance codes Braze gave him were right and they didn't get blasted out of the sky. But thankfully, no turbolaser blasts came into the sky as they came in to land, and they were able to find a cleared landing pad without flying into a snow bank

After they had landed, Omen walked down the ramp, looking to see if their contact was around anywhere before turning to smile at Jett as his ward plodded after him. "Look, whatever you think about the Jedi, they are good people. A lot lack a sense of humor, but still, they are good people. Even the ones that sound like they are robots made to do good. And I'm sure they'll answer any questions about their religion or practices that you want to know." Now all that was left was to say hello.

Jett Vox

( Braze or Jasper Kai'el to greet them)

 

[Jayna Ismet-Thio]

Objective: Find a lightsaber crystal
Location: Ice Caves of Ilum
Outfit: Warm clothes
Tags: Katarine Ryiah | Sergeant Omen | OPEN

The cold didn’t bother her. Not really. Jayna Ismet-Thio stood just at the edge of the gathered group, boots half-buried in fresh Ilum snow, her attention fixed entirely on the woman speaking. The wind tugged at loose strands of her hair, but she barely noticed. There was something about the way Katarine Ryiah carried herself—steady, certain—that made it hard to look anywhere else.

Jayna shifted her weight, hands clasped loosely behind her back, trying—failing—to keep still. Not about building a lightsaber. That part stuck.

Her gaze flicked briefly toward the dark mouth of the caves, then back again as Katarine spoke of resonance… of truth… of being seen. The excitement bubbling in her chest didn’t go away—but it changed. Sharpened. Took on an edge she hadn’t quite expected.

This wasn’t just finally getting to do the thing. It was something else entirely. “…right,” Jayna murmured under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. “No pressure.”

A quick exhale, almost a laugh—but quieter than usual. She rolled her shoulders once, trying to shake out the tension that had crept in without permission. Tests. Fears. Memories. That part—yeah, that part she could’ve done without.

Still…Her eyes drifted back to the cave entrance. Dark. Waiting. Alive.

“Okay,” she said, a little more firmly this time, like committing to the idea made it easier to step into. “Guess we’re doing this for real.”

Movement to her side caught her attention, and she glanced over just in time to spot a late arrival—ship just down, figures stepping out into the snow. One older, relaxed in a way that didn’t quite match the setting. The other younger, trailing just behind.

Jayna angled slightly in their direction, curiosity kicking back in full force.

“Hey—” she called lightly, raising a hand in greeting as they approached. “You two here for this too? Or just… sightseeing on one of the coldest planets imaginable?”

There was a flicker of a grin there—easy, a little teasing, but not unfriendly.

“I’m Jayna,” she added, gesturing briefly toward herself before hooking a thumb back toward the caves. “Apparently we’re about to go in there and get emotionally evaluated by glowing rocks.”

A beat. “…which I’m choosing to take as a good sign.” Her gaze shifted between them, open and expectant, before she glanced once more toward Katarine Ryiah and the others beginning to move.

The moment was here. Excitement surged again—stronger than the nerves this time. “Come on,” Jayna said, stepping forward a pace toward the cavern entrance, energy returning in full. “If something’s supposed to ‘call’ us, I’d rather not keep it waiting.”

 

[Solene Beroya]

SOLENE BEROYA

Location: Ilum
Objective: help lead the jedi
Tags:
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Solene remembered her own first trip to Ilum to search for a lightsaber crystal. It was a right of passage for jedi and yet something about this icy world seemed off, perhaps it was just the shadows cast from the destruction of the planet and the death that it was forced to be a part of, perhaps it was just her imagining things on a world covered with force resonant crystal. She had meditated on it when she arrived and felt peace, that was what was important. Dwelling on the shadows of the past was a route to join them.

She walked along with Katarine Ryiah she respected the woman, what she was creating was a thing of harmony, a good thing in this galaxy. She listened to her guiding words and added her own. "These caves will know who you truly are, perhaps better than yourself. Be ready to learn and be ready to face challenges from angles you never expected."

Solene remembered hers, it forced her to confront what it meant to feel dar'manda. It was not even an expression she registered before, despite her knowing that is what she was and being called it to her face. She had not realised that she even had guilt to feel. But the caves showed her it and helped the then seventeen year old accept who she really was. She felt her sigil necklace against her neck and she gave a content smile.

“Apparently we’re about to go in there and get emotionally evaluated by glowing rocks.”

She laughed softly, "A very useful description padawan Jayna, and one that I might borrow for the future."

She too crossed into the threshold of the caves.

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[Jett Vox]

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Aboard the Mynock - Ilum

"I'm not the monkish type," she said, her lips thinning in mild distaste. "I don't even know what a Jebri does, other than master--meditate... or maybe shoot lightning out of their fingers," she added with her trademark mispronunciation of a word she'd never tried. "...and I'm not signin' not contract I can't get out of." She smugly looked out of the viewport at the planet they were landing on. Rocky. Good. Sparsely populated. Better. Then she saw the Temple come into view as they settled onto the landing pad, rolling her eyes before she put her helmet on. <bzzt> "Here we go, I guess." <bzzt>

She listened to Omen like a student would her teacher, but also a young student with a taste of the rebelliousness. On her back was strapped a blaster-rifle that was older but in pristine condition, and on her hip her trusty DL-44 pistol. Across the small of her back set a Mandalorian hatchet - a gift, from the Mandalore Isley Verd. The rest of her was pretty typical, though she had repainted her Beskar with the crimson of her Father's original armor. Something made her wary of where she was. Something instinctual, that rose up from her gut and infested her nerves.

<bzzt> "I've got a baaaad feeling about these guys," <bzzt> she said under her breath.

The young Mandalorian kept close to Omen, knowing better than to put any hands near any of her weapons, but feeling tense and wary nonetheless. Something about the place felt like walking into enemy territory and though she only had animosity towards the Chistori specifically, Jett still felt something wrong about all this calm and tranquility. Not that she'd ever cause trouble intentionally, and even accidentally, as she'd been training on the functions of her armor for a lot longer now. Anyway, at least she knew better than that. It just felt like walking over her own grave.

Sergeant Omen

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

looking at the mouth of cave, novac couldn't help but think 1 single thought over and over and over again.

'i am so cold.'

his reptilian nature made the cold really, REALLY suck. it has hard to keep himself warm. his long serpentine body was hard to fully cover so he was more or less stuck being cold.

"so...think it will be any warmer in there?" he jokingly said to no one in particular while shivering. he had to say something. partly to try and not think, 'cold, cold, cold, cold,' but also because in truth, he was nervous. he shouldnt be so nervous but he couldn't help it. what if he messed up, did something wrong. he has no clue what could happen. what if he fails some how. what if...no. cant keep thinking about that. got to think about whats coming. get himself mental ready. they said the cave will kinda "test" us. well, hopefully passing with flying colors in this case means taking a kyber crystal.

glancing at the others gathered with him he was a little worried. they wont be able to travel together, or at least thats how it sounded to him. hopefully that wont be to bad. he'd much prefer to stay by someones side, but would that be possible he wondered.

 

[Matsu Ike]

The gathering was a pivotal and important part of a padawans journey within the jedi. A time for them to learn and reflect upon themselves and what they would do within the jedi. Which was why she had come to see and on the trip over had encouraged the few brought to relax, focus their minds and to channel the force to themselves with a game of push-feather. The small padawans and younglings game was for practice and training only a feather was small in the ship.

The jedi padawans who had been there as they were moving towards the smaller group were practicing the force user and their own stamina within as they launched the grandmaster of the silver jedi into the air. Her body weight reduced at the molecule level with art of the small to shift it and they were using her like the feather as she bounced up into the air and listened to Katarine Ryiah as she was speaking and giving them the information so that they would be able to complete the trial.

 

[Kael Venn]

Kael stood just outside the cavern’s mouth, the cold settling into his bones—but his focus was elsewhere. His eyes lingered on the darkness ahead, not with hesitation, but with quiet fascination. The hum of the kyber wasn’t overwhelming… it wasn’t some grand, undeniable call.
But it was there.
Subtle. Steady. Real.

He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to better understand the feeling rather than force it into something it wasn’t.

“It’s… different than I expected,” Kael said, almost to himself, though his voice carried softly to those nearby. “Not louder. Not clearer.”
His brow furrowed, not in doubt—but in thought.

He took a slow breath, letting the sensation settle instead of chasing it. It wasn’t guiding his steps or whispering directions. It simply was—a quiet presence brushing against his awareness, asking nothing, offering nothing… except the chance to listen.

“I don’t think it’s trying to lead me,” he added, glancing briefly toward the others. “I think it’s waiting to see if I’ll come to it.”

There was curiosity in his gaze now, a spark of something genuine. Not blind confidence, not uncertainty—something balanced between the two.
He stepped forward without hesitation this time, boots crunching softly against the frost as he crossed the threshold.

“I can feel it,” he said quietly, more certain now—not because it was stronger, but because he understood it better. “That’s enough.”
And with that, Kael moved into the cavern, drawn not by answers… but by the quiet certainty that he was finally asking the right questions.

 

[Warren of the Narrows]

A long, insulated robe swallowed most of Warren's mass. His species were naturally equipped to withstand the cold, subterranean waters of Selonia, but his time on Naboo had softened him. He didn't take nearly as many cold plunges into the lakes as he once had, and the realization drew a faint frown across his features. It wasn't even the cold that bothered him most, it was the dryness. There was no moisture in the air, nothing to soften the wind as it cut across him like a thousand tiny blades. Selonians were built for cold, yes, but not for this. Not for air that felt so empty.

On the approach to the cave, Warren kept his distance from the others. He already felt like he stood out, his height, his posture, the quiet awkwardness that clung to him, and he had no desire to draw further attention to himself. Still, there had been a small, quiet relief in noticing he wasn't the only one who looked different. On Naboo, most of the Jedi he encountered blended together in a way he never quite could. He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on those gathering nearby.

The Padawan's nose tipped upward slightly, instinctively searching for scent, but the cold, arid air gave him little to work with. It dulled everything, flattened it, leaving only faint traces where there should have been clarity. Even so, one presence stood out easily enough- armor. Mandalorian. He had seen their kind before; their embassy on Naboo made them difficult to miss.

Looking toward the open maw of the cave, Warren felt the Force wash over him. It came in a wave that settled deep in his chest, something vast and ancient fighting against his senses. Destiny mingled with something humbling, the feeling climbing his spine like lightning, sharp and impossible to ignore. His brown eyes traced the cavern's entrance, struggling to take in its scale. He had been born in the Narrows on Selonia and had seen grand caverns before, but this stretched farther and deeper than anything he had ever known.

The Padawan silently settled himself in the snow, planting his feet firmly. He had come here to find his own lightsaber crystal, one that would call to him through the Force. He had never been given the chance to do so with Master Abarosis before his passing, and now he stood among strangers to take that step alone. The thought lingered at the edge of his mind, but he didn't let it take hold.

Warren drew in a slow breath of frigid air, letting it fill his lungs and steady him. He remained still, conserving what warmth he could beneath his robes, waiting for the moment when they would move forward.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen couldn't help but chuckle at the mild distaste in Jett's voice, as she knew about Jedi. Which apparently was what most uneducated Mandalorians thought about them. "I don't think any of these people will shoot lightning out of their fingers at you. I would worry more about Aren doing that when you haven't finished your chore list." The Clone closed his eyes for a minute, letting the Icey wind blow through his hair. Ilum was a scary place to the Jedi, and he could see why. Its unaltered beauty always amazed him anytime he came here. Let's hope people like the Sith let it remain that way for a little longer.

Jett really was his child in spirit, for better or for worse. She contained that same restless spirit to explore, create, and fight. But she fought herself as much as the people he faced. The young woman needed to add some confidence to her roster rather than more weapons. Omen couldn't help but glance at the new melee weapon on her belt. "Korda teaching you to use that thing, too?" The hatchet didn't seem like it would be his young ward's type of weapon, but then again, if she had to have a melee weapon, the light hatch seemed to be as good as any.

When she said that she had a bad feeling about this, Omen only just shook his head and laughed. "You mean you have a bad feeling about this because you have to be social?" Unlike how Jett looked, the Clone felt relaxed, like he had done this before with the Jedi. If she were a Sith, meaning to cause trouble, then that feeling of walking into a trap would have been validated.

It was then that they both noticed the young pitete Padawan with big brown eyes coming up to greet them. Omen did her the favor of taking off his helmet and smiling at her, giving Jett a hip check to do the same. "Hello, I'm Omen, and this is my ward, Jett. And unfortunately, no, we aren't here for the trials unless my companion has some abilities I don't know about." The crinkled smile on the Clone's face told Jayna that it didn't mean "As for why we are here, I have a meeting with one of the Masters here, but I'm sure Jett could accompany you as far as she is allowed." The look Omen gave Jett while he nudged her forward with his hand could be translated as "Have fun, be nice, and don't be prickly". The fiery redhead had trained her combat skills extensively with his and Korda's help; now it was time to train her social skills. He just hoped that after throwing her in the deep end, she wouldn't drown.

Jett Vox Jayna Ismet-Thio

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Warren of the Narrows

novac, growing colder and colder by the second, noticed a small figure to the side. a small furred creature, 'no, thats rude' he thought. small furred jedi. he wished he was furred like them. or at the least that size. his long body proved to be a problem in many ways. the worse of which, to him, was it was so hard to cover up and keep warm.

'should probably go introduce my self to someone. master wanted me to go talk to people aswell as get my own crystal...but who,' he thought. his master always insisted he talk to someone, try to make a friend, when at gatherings. be it jedi training, partys, or this. no matter what she always told him to. guess he better while everyone is around. even if his master isnt here, she'll somehow know if he doesnt.

slithering up to the furred jedi "hello there, im novac, who might you be? i dont believe i've seen you before. its nice to see another jedi who isnt human, or looks human. almost never see much difference in species ya know. how are you fairing with the cold?" he wasnt sure how he sounded. should he have said something else. was it a good greeting? eh no matter, he already said it. it wass the truth though. he almost never say jedi that weren't human or human looking. maybe he'll get along better with this jedi because of that, he thought

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ilum
Tags: Jayna Ismet-Thio , Sergeant Omen , Jett Vox

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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"As for why we are here, I have a meeting with one of the Masters here, but I'm sure Jett could accompany you as far as she is allowed."

"Meeting with a Master, hm?"

Jasper was towards the fringes of the group, keeping mostly to himself. Braze had told him about a potential ally to meet, and there were other things that the Jedi Outcast needed. Kyber primarily, to prep equipment for upcoming battles. He offered a dip of his head to the padawan before offering a smile to the Fett-Clone and his mandalorian ward.

"Happen to know a few," he informed them, "Might be able to point you in the right direction. Unless you're looking for a Jasper Kai'el, in which case you've already found him."

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen didn't know what to expect from Jasper. He had heard of him back in the old days sure. Hell, who didn't since he held a council seat, when there was a council that is. And people like Valery talked alittle bit about him. Still, with the blonde hair and muscles of a Gladitator, the man had a striking figure. Lets see if his words were the same.

Grasping the man's forearm in greeting, he gave off his best movie winning smile."You are halfway funny, thats a good start. Walk and talk?" He quickly turned to whisper in Jett's ear. "I'll be back right here in 30 minutes to an hour tops. You have a potiental friend in front of you, try to put your best foot forward and view this person as a blank slate." As they walked away, the Clone hoped that he would have to free his ward from whatever icecle prision the Jedi here had made.

Omen lead them away from the trail sight, to outskirts of the settlement. He stopped, looking over the tundra while holding his hand up to protect his eyes from the glare off the snow. "Your student Braze connected with me as you know. His goals are very... wide reaching." Popping open one of the pockets on his belt, he offered a bottle of blumfruit Tihaar to him."I will say this for him, he has alot of energy. Almost too much energy for his own good."

Taking a second, he eventually came out with it. "He said you needed help and well... I'm mainly just bored at home right now besides trying to raise that handful right so... I want in. I'll do whatever I can for you. Just know that..." Omen rubbed his forehead, trying to stop the headache that was forming. "My family is living in Sith space right now so if they pin me anything... Well, we both know what they are capable of. This is gonna cost me alot and my Fiance is not easy to convience." Hell, he didn't know if he could conivence Aren to let him get invovled in this at all. But it was worth a shot. "So what is this about some "Blackwall" thats been giving you hell?"

Jasper Kai'el

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Loafing around with my hands in my pockets on Ilum, I was told to meet here—I don't know who exactly, or why, but it was explained to me that if I wanted to learn how to use the Light Side of the Force and create a worthy lightsaber, not a corrupted one like the one I currently have, I had to go knock on the Jedi's door. I hope they've been warned about my presence; otherwise, this is going to cause a diplomatic incident before the first lesson even begins.

Stepping toward the group of Jedi authorities present, focusing mainly on the Masters and Knights, I stare them down and size them up with a glance. Their aura is like a massive lighthouse in the night. The environmental cold bites at my skin a bit, but no matter I've got a cold-weather jacket as part of a heavy winter outfit, so it's fine; I can handle the cold. What's going to be complicated to handle, however, are the inner demons, because I still have plenty of them.

Everything about me reeks of the Dark Side, and yet, here I am before them today. I cross my arms once I reach them.

"Alright, I've shown up as summoned. What's the plan? I need to learn how to ditch the Dark Side in favor of the Light Side of the Force, and it seems to me that you Jedi Masters know how to do that, don't you...?"

Once upon a time, I might have pulled my weapon and attacked them all. My blaster is right there, hidden under my coat after all, I have to be able to defend myself but I do nothing of the sort. I just came to have a chat. With the heads of the Jedi Order. I'm well aware I arrived late; it doesn't look very professional. I'll have to learn discipline, too.

"From what I understand, Ilum is a sanctuary for lightsabers, right? At least for the Kyber crystals."

I'm well-informed about Ilum's environment. Nothing escapes me.
Jasper Kai'el Matsu Ike Solene Beroya Katarine Ryiah | Open

 

[Kitter Bitters]

Inside the Cave

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As the Padawans stepped into the cave, the world behind them seemed to fall away. The bitter wind that had howled outside was silenced at the threshold, replaced by an unnatural stillness, thick, watchful, and almost oppressive. The quiet wasn't comforting; it pressed in around them, as if the cave itself were listening.

Faint whispers stirred in the darkness, indistinct and shifting, impossible to trace. Crystals embedded in the stone walls cast a soft, otherworldly glow, illuminating just enough of the path ahead to move forward, but never enough to feel certain.

Within that dim light, the Force began to reach out.

It did not speak in one voice, nor tell a single truth. Instead, it called to each Padawan differently, echoing their fears, their hopes, their doubts. What awaited them deeper within the cave was not the same test, nor the same revelation. It would show them things that seemed real, but for each, it would reach deep inside.

This journey was personal.

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Tags: Novac Lyrikal Jayna Ismet-Thio Matsu Ike Kael Venn Warren of the Narrows

((tags for others coming next))

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Outside the Caves
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Kat inclined her head as Master Solene continued explaining the rite of passage, her attention drifting toward the Padawans as they disappeared one by one into the mouth of the cave. A quiet sense of pride settled in her chest, threaded with a sharp pang of nostalgia. She could still remember her own trial, the uncertainty, the pull of the Force, the way it had felt both isolating and deeply personal.

That memory was interrupted by a subtle disturbance nearby. A different type of gathering, unexpected, overlapping with The Gathering itself. Kat's gaze shifted, her awareness sharpening. The Force had a way of weaving moments together for reasons not always immediately clear.

They would need to investigate, but first, there was someone waiting.

She turned and approached Lyssara, her expression softening.

"Hello, Lyssara. My name is Katarine," she said warmly. "I'm really glad you've chosen to be here today." She gestured gently toward the cave entrance. "Pari Sylune will guide you through. She's already claimed her lightsaber and will help you take this next step."

Kat paused, meeting her eyes. "This is the beginning of a new path. It won't be easy, but I believe you're ready for it."

Once Lyssara was settled, Kat straightened and turned toward the other group. Her posture shifted,still calm, but more formal now, as she approached the Mandalorians and their company.

"Master Kai'el," she greeted, offering a respectful bow. "We haven't had the chance to meet, but Master Noble has spoken highly of you." She gestured slightly to her companion. "I am Katarine Ryiah, and this is Master Solene Beroya."

A faint smile touched her lips as she glanced between them.

"It seems your meeting coincides with our students undertaking the Gathering. The Force has a way of arranging such timing. This is a rite of passage meant only for Jedi, but I am happy to see others here."

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Lyssara Thrynn Jett Vox Jasper Kai'el Pari Sylune Sergeant Omen

 

[Pari Sylune]

Pari Sylune stood just beyond the mouth of the cave, the soft glow of the crystals reflecting faintly in her eyes. Her presence was calm, steady, like still water untouched by the storm outside. As Lyssara approached, Pari offered a gentle smile, one that carried both warmth and quiet reassurance.


"Lyssara," she said softly, inclining her head in greeting. "I'll be guiding you."

Her gaze lingered for a moment, not in judgment, but in understanding. The Force moved differently through everyone, and Pari could already sense the weight Lyssara carried, though she did not name it.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice calm and even. She gestured toward the cave, where shadows and light intertwined. "Whatever you find in there… you won't face it alone. The Force will guide you, and I will be here to help."

There was no pressure in her tone, only patience. Pari believed in the path Lyssara had chosen, even if the first steps were uncertain.



Lyssara Thrynn

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

as he went up to talk to Warren of the Narrows was when everyone started to go into the cave.
"oh! guess we're going in already huh," he said. he stood there for a moment. what would come next. he knew he might see or hear things. hallucinations? visions? he wasnt sure, but he knew there would be something, it wouldn't be simple. he watched the others go in. 'should probably go in to' he thought. still nervous but knowing he shouldnt be left behind he slithered in. it was..oddly warm. still cold but, not like it was outside.
the moment he slithered in he was amazed. it was beautiful. crystals all over the walls and ceiling. so many different colors. it was like nothing he'd ever seen.

turing to Pari Sylune "so..what do we do? just wonder around or something? i mean, i almost hear..singing, coming from down there" he said point his lower left arm down a tunnel he couldnt see the end of. "is that where i should go?" he was so unsure about this. this was something special, he'd never done anything close to this so of course he was unsure and nervous.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Everything is moving so fast, too fast for me—I, who surely expected to have to justify myself, now find a mission order thrust upon my shoulders. On the other hand, I'm not the one who's going to complain; I've never liked briefings or formal speeches. It makes me sigh with relief; at least the Jedi don't seem to burden themselves with heavy formalities. One point for them. However, I must remain on my guard; they cannot yet fully trust me, and the feeling is mutual. After what I've been through, I find it hard to stay relaxed and calm.

Nevertheless, I remain attentive to what is being said. I turn my head toward the Jedi Master who introduces herself first, a certain Katarine Ryah, listening to what she has to say. She speaks of sending me in there, visibly hurried—no doubt because of the other mini diplomatic meeting nearby but I won't complain. I am settled in quickly and briefed on the state of affairs, so what more could I ask for? I respond with a polite nod toward her, a sign of my non-aggression.

"It is an honor to meet you. My name is Lyssara Thrynn, enchanted."

For now, it is still too early to speak of my origins, my work, or anything else; it is neither the place nor the time. I'll take advantage of the fact that this isn't an interrogation, because I'll be laughing a lot less when the Jedi Council approaches the subject. For now, it's time for the crystal; that is why I came. It will be a first step toward the freedom and redemption I seek.

I turn my head toward the Padawan, intrigued the one who will serve as my guide. Everything is moving fast... But, well, I decide to join her with a calm pace. I try to suppress my aura as much as possible to avoid it colliding with those of the Jedi Masters, making an effort not to cast a chill right from the start. Also, I take out my old lightsaber; I look at it, seeing that it is itself corrupted.

"I don't think I will have any need for this blade anymore. I will either destroy it or hand it over to the authorities."

This being said, I stow it visibly on my belt. I look at the entrance of the cave with curiosity and attempt to scan it through the Force; I feel an extreme cold wash over me. I was right to dress according to the environment. Sighing to myself, I'll have to go in there and accept that the crystals could potentially break or react strangely. I am looking for a green Kyber crystal, one with a meditative function to calm my mind, which is angry at the whole world.

I turn my head toward Pari Sylune .

" A guide ? I have no habit to have a guide, but ok... ? We enter whenever you're ready."

I take the opportunity to greet the others in passing with a polite nod. They say Ilum shows you what you fear. I have many things to fear; as a Sith, I have a very creative mind when it comes to inflicting suffering, brutality, scientific experiments, and so on the whole grim spectrum. But I will not leave without that Kyber crystal.