Faction &nbsp; The Medjai Way: Origins

Vanya Aklin |

Kurenai Yumi |

Ashelia Solidor |

Asaraa Vaashe |

Lunara Azure |

Josiah |

Lucianus Adair |

Rience |

Cordelia Malkavian |

Lonthor Moriwant |

Valeria de la Vallée |

Devorah Verd |

Kyyrk |

Tasgetius |

Shalita Verd |

Vanir Eris |

Nine Lives |

Asher Mossa |

Veronika Fleischer |

Teyla Sal-Soren |

Liam Du'Cal |

Arianna Belasko | Vitaara Oduro | Salak Duun |

Abel Denko

Gerwald Lechner · Nov 9, 2021

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by"
_____________________

Once again the Knights had found themselves in a mess. It had been the aftermath of the event which had seen Gerwald Lechner become the Lord Commander. Voph had left them to deal with the evil which he felt would follow after, and he could not do that and command the Knights Obsidian. The lupine had certainly been thrown into a situation where he was in over his head, and everyone had known it. Fortunately for those who had put their faith in him, he had grown into the role.

Where Gerwald had once doubted himself, where others had doubted him, the Wolf had succeeded. There was no longer a reason to fear he could not lead. Time and again the Lord Commander had shown he would do whatever it took to ensure those under his command had his loyalty and support.

Now there was a new question. Who were the Knights? For so long they had identified in many different ways Light, Dark, Neither, Between, and now there seemed to be a new way. There was Order and there was Chaos. Many would say one was right and good, and the other was wrong and evil. Gerwald had never been one to live life with such absolutes. The Wolf did not see the world in that kind of black and white.

Truth was a precarious thing at times, and in this instance, Gerwald knew the truth was simpler than any wanted to admit. It was also a thing that no one would want to accept, save for the fact the lupine had experienced it as a certainty.

The galaxy needed both order and chaos.

One always made way for the other. Chaos birthed change, and order brought growth. Where stagnation set in, Chaos came to disrupt the stubborn ideals which order eventually created. They were both needed.

He sat back in his chair, watching on as the others came into the chambers. There was one singular thought on his mind, on the mind of all who arrived as the wolf could only imagine.

Had they been wrong all this time?

Gerwald had seen the vision as everyone else had. He had walked between worlds, between the physical and the ethereal. Those who followed light, dark, neither… he had seen them all in one place. He was convinced there was not one right path. Would the others see it that way now? How had the vision changed things?

Today they would find out.

Kyyrk · Nov 9, 2021

D E S T I N Y ?

Kyyrk sat in the council chamber, his mind racing among a great many thoughts. The vision had left more questions than it had answers. It was a call to action. A call to continue the work that Medjai herself could no longer. A call that many knights were questioning if they had the right to obey. But for Kyyrk, the question cut much deeper. Had he truly found success within the Netherworld? Was Medjai in some way responsible for his ability to walk among the knights today?

The Light of Medjai had washed over him. Through him. He had walked from that chamber a changed man. Though he knew the Light of the Force well before, there was something...different about it. And it seemed almost as if that light shone from his eyes, so deep an intense was their glow. He'd not said a word to any of the other Knights as he left. He'd lingered long enough to ensure Vitaara Oduro was in good condition. Then he left. His trip to Naboo was spent in silence. Broken only by a recorded message sent to

Alessandra Creed . She may suspect something was wrong, given his full encasement in his armor. He had never hidden his face from her.

"Minister. We're coming home." He trailed off, hands planted firmly on the controls of his ship. He spoke matter-of-factly. No emotion betrayed in his voice. And with his helmet on, none betrayed by his face either. "Mission...success, I think. Everyone's coming home alive, at any rate. The Knights have called a council to figure out what's happened. Under current obligations, I intend to be there..." The helmet turned towards the holocamera to stare directly into it. "I need some time. To...figure things out. To make sense of what happened. I'll...I'll talk to you about it as soon as I can."

Kyyrk had left his helmet aboard the ship, but was otherwise still armor-clad. The battle had worn on him. The amount of effort expended to keep the bridge aloft had been...monumental. He was weary. But the events of Christophsis weighed on him deeper still. That fateful day from millennia ago played again and again. The scream. The lightsaber erupting from his chest. The Unmaker had been stopped on that day as well. He just didn't know it. Not until it was too late.

But how could he tell the other Knights? He had returned from the Netherworld, ready to share his experience and wisdom about the threat that awaited them. And in return, he was greeted with hostility. Told that he should mind his place in the order. He was an apprentice, nothing more. His past as a Sith, as Darth Voph, could be kept hidden from the Knights. But at what cost? Was it worth endangering his fellow Knights to preserve his anonymity? He had a fresh start. A chance to escape the sins of his past. But he knew things. Things about the unmaker that would greatly aid his fellow Knights.

He could speak with

Gerwald Lechner . But he'd already tried to warn him of what was coming once. Would Gerwald even listen to him? Would Srina? Would Metus?

Kyyrk wasn't sure what to think of what had just happened. And he prayed to the Force that it would proved the much needed clarity that would guide him to the best answer. But such a clarity had not descended upon him yet. So, he waited. Waited and watched. For all the Knights about him, he had the least say in what was to come. He would speak if spoken to, he decided. But if Gerwald would not listen to the warning he could impart in secret, then the Knights would be on their own.

Perhaps he was wrong to cut Gerwald out of his search.

But then, he wasn't ready. Gerwald had been given a much more important task. Kyyrk only wished he'd had time to properly warn the wolf of what was coming...

Oleander Webb · Nov 9, 2021

Do not go gentle into that good night.
---

Oleander stood just behind

Gerwald Lechner 's chair, leaning against it as he waited for the room to fill. Shadows under his eyes and a yawn caught in his throat were indicators of a nap sorely missed. Several naps, at that. It wasn't every day a deity deigned to make their word known to mortals. Death would know. He'd been there the last time it'd happened, in another form.

So often the words of deities tipped mortals over the edge of reasonable action. Be it paranoia or fanaticism, a deity's action begets more work for the reaper.

A different incarnation would've taken joy in the change of pace, but not Oleander. He was interested, sure, curious to witness what would transpire. But with that curiosity, was also preemptive mourning for rest in the future.

"What do you think?" he asked, voice low as others trickled into the meeting room. "Cataclysmic event incoming or a spiral of overreactions?" He wasn't about to put credits on either option, not quite.

As more trickled in, he stepped away from the Lord Commander's chair, standing up straight as he drifted back to the shadows. A hand rose to cover his mouth as he did release a yawn. Hopefully, he wouldn't snooze during the meeting, however tempting it was. For while he was a creature untouched by time, he still had an interest in the mortals.

Diana Sophistica · Nov 10, 2021

-=Diana Sophistica=-

Equipment: Prosthetics, The Emerald Jedi Cloak, Diana original lightsaber.
Objective: Observe and witness
Inspirational music

With a slight sigh the woman walked into the room. The force... such a natural thing, she had trained with it for over half her life at least. And for once... for this very moment, she had turned it off. No force to help her move the limbs that had been lost in that fight against her master. No Force to empower her body to compensate the heavy metals on one side to keep her balance. No Force to grand sight to the eye that was once functional, and now scarred and battered. There was nothing the Force didn't get imbued in, even her hair seemed to be a less vibrant red, and her skin a dull pale hue. The scars on her body a less healthy color and instead slightly grey. For the occasion she had dressed up in her Emerald Jedi Cloak. It hugged the muscular frame of the woman, and while a long cloak made it apparent stylish, she only wore it for the fact that is was her 'default' Jedi cloak. As a way of silently admitting to everyone, that she had understood the gravity of the situation and came here to hear whatever was to be told.

Her long cloak only hid so much, as she wrapped it around her, the soft outline of her lightsaber emitting a soft hum with every move. The object seemingly a mind of its own. As she stood there, in the opening of the door, she realized many faces she never knew would come in soon. The woman, with careful steps, one loud of metal in the quiet room and the other as dead silent as the others, walked her way to one of the chairs. Finding herself, a knight of the knights obsidian only recently, that she was utterly without people she knew well. Her eyes scanned the room, only to meet the ones of

Kyyrk , someone she had known. She had met him many moons prior on a beach. She looked at him, nodding once and acknowledging that pleasantries would wait till another time. She didn't feel like this was the place nor the time.

The woman, trying her best to sit comfortably, placed her hands on her lap, lightsaber hanging from her belt with its dark metal and bright blue crystal humming as a comfortable reminder to herself that this was going to be a meeting with other Jedi. Her unorthodox way of handling the Force, as a way of acting reflecting the good or bad, and not the 'side of the force', made her somewhat hesitant. Would she be fitting in, or would her presence be unwanted? She let out a sigh, the Force sure was mysterious... if only her master was still alive to explain it more... but that was many years ago. She shook the thought and looked back up, towards the other Masters, nodding at them with a polite smile as she sat in patient waiting for the rest.

-=The Emerald Flame=-

Allyson Locke · Nov 10, 2021

//: 

 Taiia Locke
//: 

 Gerwald Lechner
//: 

 Kyyrk
//: 

 Oleander Webb
//: 

 Diana Sophistica
//:

Weird stuff always happens in caves. Allyson was mainly knocked out during the lame field trip, but she still had the bizarre dream. A disembodied voice called out to her, commanding some sort of battle and destiny. The thought made the Corellian shiver as she hid within the shadows along the path to the Knights Obsidian meeting. Every Master and Knight summoned to discuss something that Allyson only figured was about what happened in that cavern. Taiia had left early, keeping the information close to her chest. It didn't take the greatest spy in the galaxy long to deduce the situation. 

There were going to be answers, and Allyson wasn't going to wait. 

Allyson slipped from the shadows and into a mall group of Knights, heading to the room as others gathered. Everyone seemed to be either wondering what was happening or whispering about what had happened in the cavern. Everyone and everything was buzzing, and Allyson did her best to lean in and catch any conversation she could. 

The room drew closer, and Allyson could see that there were people that would have easily recognized her. The armor that she had taken from Taiia's closet allowed her to blend in but did nothing in the way of blocking her face. With no helmet, the Corellian used the fabric around the neck to obscure her face from the nose down - at least then, if anyone wanted to recognize her, they'd have to look pretty hard. Everything about the armor indicated that Taiia was a size smaller than Allyson. It was tight in all the wrong places, and the Corellian mentally made a note to cut out her horrible habit of having late-night Atrisian at her desk. 

Standing with the group she had walked in with, Allyson pulled uncomfortably at the fabric of the armor and did her best to focus. Her eyepatch was long gone, which allowed her cybernetic eye to focus on each face adding their image to her collection of dossiers. While seeing people like Kyyrk and Gerwald, Allyson didn't see Taiia just yet, both good and bad. 

The Corellian silently weighed her options on if she was caught - how mad Taiia would be and how long she would be in the dog house.

Caedyn Arenais · Nov 10, 2021

Council chambers.
Knights Obsidian Headquarters.

Caedyn Arenais stood among those of the most recognized of the Knights Obsidian; This was the organization of Force Users within the Confederacy of Independent Systems who were largely responsible for many of its victories and feats over the years whereas other Galactic Powers had fallen along the way.

During his life and duty to the Galaxy, Caedyn had often been met with interesting and unexpected turns while walking the Jedi Path, yet to be standing within the very heart of the Knights Obisidian and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, he honestly had to admit that this wasn't what he'd have considered likely; Not if he'd been asked back during his tenure under the Silver Jedi Concord at least.
Serving largely within the Outer Rim Territories had however given Caedyn a new perspective in many ways, and with all of the experiences that he had undergone (some stranger than others), the path that had led him here was entirely sensible. Now with the much younger Kristyl Arenais following in her mothers' path, and now seemingly leading Caedyn to fall in line under a very similar set of circumstances within the Knights Obisidian, it dawned on him for the first time that perhaps he wasn't such an outsider to their organization; Not compared to what he had considered himself to be.

Looking from person to person, Caedyn could make out a number of familiar faces from the past. Whether he had met them in passing, or that perhaps they'd been on the same squad during a battle somewhere, the Jedi Knight certainly knew more of them than he had originally anticipated first heading into this meeting of leading minds. The first of these persons to note were

Diana Sophistica , and

Gerwald Lechner . Diana had been the lead on a most recent assignment, however, as for Gerwald Lechner, he was a name that was frequently heard among passing Knights and Masters of the Obsidian Academy and

Asaraa Vaashe herself had also spoken of him from time to time.

While some would choose to seat themselves appropriately, Caedyn decided he would be more comfortable keeping to the back of the room, standing and listening quietly for what it was that called them all together. To be included in such a meeting where his time teaching in the Obsidian Academy felt so fresh and new still, was a humbling surprise and Caedyn silently hoped that it would bring better tidings than the last mission he had volunteered his assistance for.

Ascendant Muse |

Kyyrk |

Oleander Webb

Taiia Locke · Nov 10, 2021

//:

Allyson Locke //: Open //:

Taiia took her time on her way to the meeting, the Obsidian Lord was still replaying the events in her mind. From the moment they arrived on Christophsis, the Knights had been tested. The battle against the titans was harder than they had anticipated and had served to slow their advance, fortunately, the Nightmother had the foresight to contain the out-of-control power before it could be unleashed on the Knights.

If that were not enough during the battle Allyson fell into the waters below to which Taiia had to retrieve her. She had along with Lana and Kristal took her back to the ship, but even there the vision reached them. Today was to be about what was next for the Knights, and what they would do about this revelation and this being called Medjai. As the redhead entered the meeting she paused, a familiar sensation drew her attention to one side.

She moved through the crowd with ease as those gathered moved to let her pass, Taiia moved up behind Allyson and lead up to her ear from behind speaking softly. "You could get a much better vantage point from over there you know?" she pointed toward the other side of the room. Her tone was flat and betrayed no emotion from the redhead but Allyson would feel her lover just behind her.

She stepped around in front of the brunette in one fluid motion emerald eyes locking on hers. "You can stay but cover that up." she pointed to the cybernetic eye, this was not the time for a distraction such an event required her undivided attention. Her eyes looked her over and what she was wearing, a small grin emerged on the redhead's lips. "You know, Obsidian colors look good on you. But I think you need your own armor." Taiia then reached up to grab ahold of the fabric covering Allyson's face and leaned forward kissing her quickly. "I mean it. This is important" she kept her voice low as to not alert any of the other Knights but she knew Kyyrk he likely already knew what was going on.

Lilicky · Nov 12, 2021

BISCUIT

OBSIDIAN HEADQUARTERS
NABOO

There were sooooo many people, all of them tall and all of them looking important, though clearly not as important as Lilicky, because surely they were all there to see him and him alone; totally nothing to do with whatever had happened over at Christopher's that he had kept hearing about. Never mind the fact that it had taken an attempt or two to get into the room, perhaps they just hadn't seen the Ropo in their own rush to get to the meeting. All that mattered was that now, Lilicky was in the grand hall and as iterated, there were so many people. The Ropo Lord of Hoth nodded, slowly walking through the legs of the gathered Knights and Masters that had arrived. His little hat sang out as he marched, knowing that all were there to meet with him and confer on the Obsidian's next moves and what the Galaxy held for them.

"Left, right, left, right, right, left, right, right, left, left..."

The little hat spoke as the well-known Ropo carefully made his way across the floor. He didn't seem to notice anyone paying any attention to him, so intent on his own movements that he didn't realize that maybe, just maybe, he didn't really belong there. In fact, how did he even get there in the first place? Wasn't he just on Ryloth not that long ago? Hang on a moment, we need to figure this out...

"BISCUITS!"

Right, right, I'm sorry, we can worry about all that later after the meeting. Right now, all that was important was that Lilicky had arrived and the meeting could finally happen in earnest. As he made his way towards the steps that lead down to where the Masters of the Order were gathering and would be speaking from, his little pink tutu made him stand out all the more - that is if one didn't notice the talking hat first. As he stepped forward, ready to take that final step, to set the meeting into motion, a soft murph slipped from his gullet as he stepped on his tongue.

The poor little Ropo was quickly sent tumbling down the stairs, little thuds, and I could have sworn I heard a squeak or two like a toy when he had fallen - filled the otherwise silent hall that had only been filled with murmurs sometime earlier. The Ropo Lord of Hoth tumbled down each step until he plopped down at the very bottom, his face pressed against the floor and his tongue splayed out next to him. As he lay there, taking a moment to regain his composure and allow his new little bird friends a moment to say hello and goodbye, his little legs kicked as they dangled out from his body.

Yes! Lilicky was the one that everyone was here to see, there was no doubt about it - now if only he could get a bit of help to the podium...

Kyyrk |

Allyson Locke | Caedyn Arenais

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Felix Aquila · Nov 12, 2021

O B J E C T I V E

Equipment:

Felix sat in the chamber nursing a drink, while other Masters of the Knights Obsidian moved around the antechamber awaiting the messages of the Vicelord he couldn't help but wax poetic about the being that he had seen, something of pure light, celestial grace and magnanimous touch. Felix could feel the light side of the force, and he had not only touched the bounteous light that she had shed across the room, but he had absorbed some of it, he could still feel it there, he hadn't allowed himself to let it go. There was something special about that light, something that he was not able to put his finger on.

It needed to be meditated on.

Felix had saved many people on the top of that bridge, cleaving through one of the colossal creatures with his light as it would charge for Kyyrk, he was glad he was able to stop it. The Obsidian Lord was using the time in the chamber to reflect upon how far he had come and what more still needed to be done. There was so much more, his training was barely competent, facing off against Darth Morii on Pi-III was proof of that. He wanted more training, but was now restricted by his rank... what master wanted to train another master?

"Ive shot myself in the foot this time." Felix would utter to the air around, him, feeling the presence of the ghost that had agreed to keep him company for the most part, one of the only entities who had any idea of the inner workings of Felix Aquila. Except perhaps

Quinn Varanin . His mind wondered, remembering that she was also considered a member of the Obsidian order, looking around for her presence in the crowd in order to see if she was here.

His gaze snaked through the crowd, drawing strands of light from around the room and luring them towards his eyes, his focus would penetrate the cacophony of conversations peppering the horizon looking for the blonde girl in the crowd, all the while he could feel a supportive hand on his shoulder, frigid and colder than ice. "Thanks..." he would whisper with an accompanied sigh, the ghost deciding that now that there were enough magic users present and trained witches that she had better split, vanishing into the void so that she couldn't be tracked. In Felix's hand there was a small time-piece, analogue... it had intended to be a gift to

John Locke , but he had never managed to get an audience with the man to hand it to him.

His eyes broadened, assuming that the exarch would be here at this meeting too, although it was for the Knights Obsidian, Locke tended to be around whenever these large gatherings occurred.

Allyson Locke · Nov 14, 2021

//: 

Taiia Locke
//:

A wave of familiarity washed over the Corellian as she stood, trying to gather as much information as possible. Quick snapshots of the room's layout loaded into the Corellian's drive, all saved for documentation later. Allyson had promised not to work while in the Confederacy, but it was getting harder to keep her boss at bay. At least with some photos and unimportant audio, she'd be able to pacify the SIA. Before Allyson could do anymore, she felt Taiia move behind her.

She knew she was caught when Taiia's voice whispered into her ear. At least it was Taiia and not someone else who would actually arrest her. The woman stepped around and took up the Corellian's vision; all Allyson could do now was a smirk. Out of everyone here, Taiia was the only one that knew what the cybernetic eye did and where it led to. It made sense why she didn't want it to be out in the open, just meant Allyson was working. The Corellian nodded, reached into a concealed pocket in the armor, and pulled out the cloth eyepatch.

"Hah." Allyson chuckled as she shook her head, "Better not get used to it." She began to put on the eyepatch and found herself suddenly kissed by the redhead. On instincts alone, Allyson held the woman there for a moment and grinned. Speaking in a hushed tone, she tried to distract the redhead for just a moment as one last image was captured with the cybernetic.

Allyson leaned away and let her grin grow. "Are they going to talk about what happened on Christophis?" Even saying the name of the world made the Corellian uneasy. She reached for Taiia's hand, grasping the woman and letting their fingers lace, "Do you need to be somewhere specific, or can you stay close?"

//: 

 Kyyrk
//: 

 Gerwald Lechner
//: 

 Oleander Webb
//: 

 Diana Sophistica
//: Caedyn Arenais //: 

 Felix Aquila
//:

Taiia Locke · Nov 15, 2021

//:

Allyson Locke //: Open //:

Green eyes watched the brunette as she slipped the eyepatch from a pocket, that movement brought a smile to the redhead's lips before she rolled her eyes slightly. The kiss had simply been meant as encouragement for Allyson to go along with her. Clearly, Allyson had other plans as the redhead listened to the whispers of her fiance. Allyson would know her distraction was working because Taiia's cheeks would nearly be matching her hair in color by the time she pulled back with that grin that told Taiia she was getting her way as usual.

Taiia had to recenter herself she took a breath before shaking her head and softly clearing her throat "Yes, it's about Christophsis. I know, you have a job to do. But this is very important." she watched Allyson reach out and take her hand smiling at the contact and closing her hand upon hers. "I am not part of the council, so I can be wherever I choose to be." she never let go of Allyson's hand but moved to take the space beside her. green eyes turned to the brunette "There is nowhere id rather be."

A wry smile touched the redhead's lips as she leaned closer to Allyson "Besides if I am here to distract you, perhaps the temptation won't be so great to work" there was a playful wink to the brunette. She was well aware of her job and that she was at times working against the interest of the Confederacy but time and again she had chosen Taiia over her job. She was no fool, it couldn't last she knew that but this, this was important.

Ascendant Muse · Nov 18, 2021

Portraying: Verask the White

OBSIDIAN HQ, NABOO

Tink. Tink. Tink.

Soft at first, the quiet sound of wood impacting polished tile reached the chambers. The turning of heads would grant a humble picture: the arrival of a Bothan characterized by white. In his youth, a literal lifetime ago, Verask had been a faithful member of the Obsidian Knighthood's ancestor. Now, in the wake of the original cataclysm, he returned to the order to serve as an archivist and scholar. There was wisdom brimming within his gaze. Patience echoing from every step. And underneath the crook of his arm was a datapad containing the fruits of his labors.

"Esteemed Knights and Lords." he began, inclining his head out of respect. "My name is Verask. I serve at the pleasure of the Lord Commander as an archivist."

To the wolf was rendered a knowing smile before he shuffled his way forward. The gentle tapping of his staff heralded his arrival before

Gerwald Lechner . The datapad was surrendered at once, before he faced the gathered midst. "Upon departure from the temple, I was ordered to look deeply into the revelations set before our Order. I was skeptical - as I assume most of us are - about the story presented by Medjai."

"However. History told a different story. Through my research, I was able to find patterns consistent with its story. And from these patterns, I was able to form a hypothesis: What we witnessed on Chrisophsis was a Celestial. A diminished one, yes, but one nonetheless. Only such beings could command the power to heal our dead and wounded in the blink of an eye."

The Bothan paused, raising his dominant hand to stroke its white mane. "I sincerely believe that we have found ourselves at the front lines of a divine conflict. Medjai and its adversary have indeed been doing battle for eons - and if the cataclysm is any indication, the consequences of standing idle would be disastrous for us all. It is my recommendation...that we arm and ready ourselves. For, if we do not hunt down this new enemy, surely, another reckoning will befall us."

Verask then motioned to the assembled Knighthood. "But this is not my decision to make - but yours. What say you?"

Vanya Aklin |

Kurenai Yumi |

Ashelia Solidor |

Asaraa Vaashe |

Lunara Azure |

Josiah |

Lucianus Adair |

Rience |

Cordelia Malkavian |

Lonthor Moriwant |

Valeria de la Vallée |

Devorah Verd |

Kyyrk |

Tasgetius |

Shalita Verd |

Vanir Eris |

Nine Lives |

Asher Mossa |

Veronika Fleischer |

Teyla Sal-Soren |

Liam Du'Cal |

Arianna Belasko | Vitaara Oduro | Salak Duun |

Abel Denko

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Kyyrk · Nov 18, 2021

D E S T I N Y

Kyyrk looked up as he felt a familiar presence enter the room.

Allyson Locke ? What was she doing here? He then saw

Taiia Locke approach, speaking to the Shadow in hushed tones. Kyyrk's eyes squinted in suspicion. But he decided that she had as much right to be here as any of them. Kyyrk was barred from action, however, when an aged Bothan approached the gathering. Kyyrk watched in silence as the Bothan spoke, telling them of the Celestial they had just borne witness to. Kyyrk looked around, hearing the whispers of disbelief, of doubt. The Bothan encouraged action instead of reaction. Another trial was coming.

"I agree."

Kyyrk pushed himself to his feet. What he was about to do spat in the face of everything he'd been trying to accomplish. But without the Knights? He was nothing. Much as he desperately wished to run from his old life, doing so may endanger the Knights around him. And he'd already caused enough death and destruction through his own inaction to last a hundred lifetimes. Would the Knights even hear his words? He didn't know. But he had to try. "I, too, have looked into this...Unmaker." He walked towards the center of the room, closer to the Bothan. "Of the Unmaker itself, I found little. But the more I looked, the more I realized the truth. The Unmaker is what the Lord Commander Voph left us for."

Kyyrk looked around the room, a silent plea in his eyes. "Voph never shared his findings. To what end, I do not know. Perhaps in some twisted sense of protection? Or perhaps he meant us ill. The maker above only knows. In all the research I conducted into the Lord Commander's dealings, I was only ever able to find one entry linked to the Unmaker. In the wake of the Cataclysm, Voph's records stored in the White-gold tower were never recovered. Until I was sent to search for clues among the ashes."

Kyyrk turned back to the Bothan. "Our cataclysm was not the first, but a second. And Voph alluded to knowing who caused the first. But it was a secret he took with him to his grave. It now may be lost forever to us." Kyyrk looked around at the gathered knights once more. "Say what you will of the Lord Commander that led us to ruin and misery, then left us to pick up the pieces scared and alone. I hate him just the same as you. But we owe it to ourselves to continue his work. To find the source of this Cataclysm, and end it once and for all..."

Vanya Aklin |

Kurenai Yumi |

Ashelia Solidor |

Asaraa Vaashe |

Lunara Azure |

Josiah |

Lucianus Adair |

Rience |

Cordelia Malkavian |

Lonthor Moriwant |

Valeria de la Vallée |

Devorah Verd |

Tasgetius |

Shalita Verd |

Vanir Eris |

Nine Lives |

Asher Mossa |

Veronika Fleischer |

Teyla Sal-Soren |

Liam Du'Cal |

Arianna Belasko | Vitaara Oduro | Salak Duun |

Abel Denko

Caedyn Arenais · Nov 21, 2021

Celestials. The Medjai. The Unmaker.

Research that followed the recent mission on Christophsis where his own Daughter Kristyl was present. Caedyn remained quiet as he listened to the Bothan and

Kyyrk as they both spoke on their findings. What was this Cataclysm that had occurred in the past, and how had it affected the Knights Obsidian, let alone others.

The Jedi Knight's brow furrowed at the thought. Thinking back on the recent report he had forwarded regarding Kristy's progress, she had proven anxious and fearful during the situation. While Caedyn didn't blame her for her feelings, he did have concerns surrounding her future if she weren't to learn to rise above them.

If there was the potential for danger and the evidence was enough to provoke the Knights Obsidian into action, then it certainly needed to be investigated at the very least. Caedyn wasn't aware of the details or events prior to Christophsis but he had learned enough to give his approval in the form of a silent nod following Kyyrk's commitment to the cause. As a Jedi Knight, it was his duty to ensure that the innocent were kept from harm. Acting as a deterrent was a no brainer.

Glancing around the room, Caedyn gauged the looks of the others. Perhaps more would be brought to light through their contributions, and so he remained attentive, silent and observant.

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