Faction The Saber Reforged | Jedi Order/Corellian Jedi

[Zark San Tekka]

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By decree of the High Council, an expedition of Jedi Knights has been dispatched from Naboo to the Corellia system. Sith expansionism must not be allowed to flourish unchecked. Proceed to Coronet City and make contact with any surviving Green Jedi. Establish a Jedi Order outpost within the Saber to help reinforce one of the last surviving enclaves in the Core Worlds. Be advised the current situation on Corellia is still unstable. Organized criminal elements threaten to undermine CorSec's tentative grip on law and order while the local government is stretched to their limits by a growing refugee crisis.

Let it be known that the Saber remains a sanctuary for any survivors of the Great Purge. Fear of conquest has spread all over Corellia like a disease. Bring the people hope that the Force will protect them in dark times. This world's shipyards are a vital strategic asset to Republic High Command. Our efforts to restore her former glory as a beacon of resistance could help save countless lives.

There is much work to be done before the Jedi can live up to our promise as protectors of justice throughout the galaxy, but together we can accomplish miracles. May the Force be with you.


>> THE GREEN PACT
Naboo and Corellian Jedi gather together in the Green Gardens for a ritual ceremony. Part memorial, part celebration of life. Commune with one of the last surviving uneti trees and help transform the gardens into a powerful lightside nexus. Use this time to rest from the hyperspace journey and gain a new perspective on how the Jedi serve all living things.

>> THE WRETCHED HIVE
Since the fall of the old Alliance local syndicates like the Unbroken Clan have been flooding Coronet's streets with spice, disruptors, and even worse. Their leaders are untouchable ruling from a fortified palace. With Jedi backup CorSec finally has a chance to raid the Unbroken Clan without taking unacceptable losses. Neutralize the enforcers without using lethal force and help CorSec apprehend any ringleaders. Search for evidence of contact between the Corellian underworld and Sith agents.

>> BYOO
If you can make it in Coronet City, you can make it anywhere.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

He knew it should be his father here. But Coren Starchaser, the Sentinel of Sullust and other such titles, including ‘favored son of Corellia’ was lately no where to be seen. Official reports had him missing, retired, or otherwise gone. Jared and a handful of others knew that he was off living a nomad life and trying to figure out how best to help those in need from the Planeshift. Which meant that if people came calling for the Starchaser line, that meant it became Jared’s concern.

He tried to live the life Coren wanted him to, be an explorer, a wandering hero, knight errant, as it were. And as the High Republic was coming towards Corellia? It meant that a Starchaser should be in the loop. The goal for him was to meet the High Republic Jedi over at the Gardens.

Sure, he did call himself a High Republic Jedi, even served to help bridge gaps between the Kattada and Naboo enclaves, but Corellia was home.

His YT-2400, which he finally settled on using, the one he took from his sister, had landed at the Stronghold of Tyrena and taking one of the airspeeder over. Simple. Dressed in street clothes with a green cloak over it, the Starchaser Heir was ready to greet arrivals.

 

[Rik Perris]

THE GREEN PACT
Green Gardens - The Saber

He remembered spending a lot of time in the public park behind the Saber, called the Green Gardens, when he was only just starting on the Jedi Path.

The rare uneti tree still stood, unsullied by conflict, just as much a testament to the spirit of Corellia’s people as their own deeds. The park that stretched out around and before it was as green, the rock gardens still as artful as he recalled. It wasn’t all the same, of course.

Time changes everything, just as growth changes perspective — he could remember everything from the Green Gardens to the Saber itself appearing to be so much larger to the child he was. The awe he felt at first. Now there was a sacredness to it all, in his mind: a Jedi temple was a place of learning, training, contemplation, and communion with the Force, and little else beyond its intersects with its supporting community.

That was much more true of the Temple de Uhl Verta Chielo in the floating mountains, but unlike the temple in the floating mountains, the Saber was made to be in a central location in the capital, accessible to persons beyond the Jedi that called Corellia home, as he did. Visitors such as other Jedi of the The Jedi Order, dignitaries, and more.

Today Jedi would gather in this very park, for a ceremony: solemn, remembering, and transformative for the area in a way. The creation of a nexus. It felt wrong to not wear his robes for this, disrespectful, so he was garbed in the fresh set of formal Green Jedi robes he’d been fitted for when coming in from his wayseeking, over two years past when the Galactic Alliance was still alive and well.

He stood waiting, with his hands clasped behind his back as he often did; he hadn't worn formal since his knighting, more than a decade ago, and wearing these robes in particular somehow impressed upon him the distinct severity of everything in the now. Brought it into sharp focus.

Other Green Jedi were in the area, preparing for the ceremony in various ways. To be here for what was to come, this day, was an altogether different feeling from recent, or simply a different form of the same.

All was in service to the days and months ahead.

Allyson Locke • Zark San Tekka • OPEN​

 

[Kahne Porte]

Objective - 2
Tags: Open
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Coronet City-Old Town

His gaze lingered on his gloved hand. Beneath the worn leather lay scars and marks left by prolonged exposure to the Nether. What had happened to him during that time had been an odyssey unlike any other. Death and life. Light and darkness. Triumph and despair. Entire lifetimes seemed compressed into a handful of years.

Slowly, he closed his hand into a fist and turned his attention back toward the sprawling streets of Coronet City. A seemingly new world, time and place.
Once more, the Jedi Master stepped into the breach.

"We have several locations, hotspots, and confirmed sightings of criminals belonging to the Unbroken Clan. We're coordinating with CorSec forces now."

"Good," the Jedi Master replied. "Force them into a choke point, and we'll neutralize them."

Unbowed and unbroken, he emerged from the alleyway and headed toward the first target location. Around Old Town, Jedi and security personnel were already moving into position. It was one of many districts within Coronet City plagued by the Unbroken Clan's influence, and today, their hold on the streets would be tested, and destroyed.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Rik Perris Jared Starchaser Allyson Locke

Master San Tekka emerged from a gust of smoke as the T-6 shuttle powered down its engines. Bustling sky traffic delayed the Naboo delegation's expected arrival so he would have to postpone an inspection of the Saber's primary hangar. Curiosity at some of the more exotic starships was not a sufficient reason to keep the Green Jedi waiting any further.

It was a long way down the tower to surface level, but the turbolift ride did not feel that way. Even though it had been many years since Zark set foot on Corellia, he could recall how to reach the famed gardens well enough without need of an escort.

"On behalf of the Jedi Council, we bid greetings and thank our cousins for Corellia's generous hospitality."

His faceless temple guard death mask descended into a formal bow. It was important the Green Jedi did not interpret Naboo's presence here as some kind of clumsy power grab. This was their temple and the Jedi Knights that Zark brought with him guests pledged to confront a common foe in the Sith.

"Rik Perris," San Tekka acknowledged one of the first faces that he recognized, "Even in these dark times the Green Jedi keep to their oaths as protectors of this world. Tell us what the Knights of Naboo can do to help."

Perris was not a stranger to him. They served together before the Great Purge and since then built a reputation for himself as something like an envoy between worlds. Yet the elder Jedi Master was a hard man to get to know and Zark could not easily recall a conversation between them that strayed beyond the topic of Jedi business.

"Starchaser. How thoughtful of you to dress up for this ceremony."

While Rik wore ceremonial Corellian attire that drew on similar traditions to Master San Tekka's own formal robes, Jared appeared to have put on a green poncho. So much like his father.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Zark San Tekka //: Rik Perris //: Jared Starchaser //:
//: Attire //:

How long has it been?

Allyson quietly thought to herself as she found her boots in Corellian soil. Even now, after so many years and the terraforming of the world, she could hear the screams, smell the fires, feel the pain. The image of her beloved home, split wide, was something she'd never forget.

Maybe that was why it took her so long to come home. Too many memories, some vivid while others lingered on the edge of her struggling mind. But they were there nonetheless, reminding her of what was important.

Like the others, she could feel it. Now was a troubling time not only for this world, but for so many others. Something had happened, many had died, and those like her were scattered among the stars. Even then, they were hunted — their sanctuaries raided as if they were rodents set for extermination. The thought of it itched in the back of her throat — she knew the truth, but did others?

Allyson understood her choice. The words that fell from her lips, the secrets she had told, were places she held sacred. But something outweighed it all. One soul, one world meant more to her than the comrades she had fought with, trained, and sacrificed for. It wasn't the choice that weighed on her, only the aftermath.

Still, she would make the same choice over and over again.

But no one could know… no one would ever know.

Quiet footsteps moved closer to the three men who gathered. Unlike them, she avoided any semblance of what a Jedi looked like. Instead, she looked like a run-of-the-mill spacer, a leather jacket with faded markings of the old Rogue Squadron and the crimson blood stripes that trimmed her pants.

A hand absentmindedly adjusted the old leather eyepatch over her cybernetic eye. They were already talking, conversing like old friends. She knew them, like her, they were relics — except the boy, but it was easy to spot a Starchaser when you met one.

There was hesitation; she knew her reputation; she knew she was never like the others. Her work constantly kept her away, a Jedi Shadow always walked the thin line between the light and dark.

She was the grey area, the one to do what needed to be done.

"I forgot how formal and stiff you could be, Zark." Allyson chirped as the man finished and poked at Starchaser's son. Her head nodded as she looked to Rik.

"You clean up nice."

"It's been a while," Allyson looked to Jared, her face softened slightly. He shouldn't be here. Coren was the old man, the old Corellian. But when one walks away, the mantle needs to be picked up.

"You look like your old man." She nodded and then offered her hand. "Allyson Locke, I don't think we've formally met."

 

[Lucia Blackwood]

THE WRETCHED HIVE

Coronet City was loud.

That was the first thing Lucia Blackwood had decided about Corellia. The city seemed incapable of silence. Millions upon millions of beings crammed into towers of durasteel and transparisteel, their lives blending together into an endless tide of noise that pressed constantly against her senses. Vehicles roared overhead. Advertisements flashed across entire buildings. Somewhere nearby a crowd was chanting about something she couldn't bring herself to care about.

It was exhausting, and yet, somehow, preferable.

Her blue eyes drifted toward the distant Green Gardens where many of the expedition's Jedi had gathered for their ceremony. Lucy immediately felt somewhat guilty.

The thought of spending hours discussing philosophy with strangers and attempting to form emotional connections with people she had met only days ago sounded unbearable. She understood why it mattered. She truly did. The Jedi were guardians of life. The Force connected all living things. The teachings were important.

That did not mean she wanted to spend her afternoon talking to a tree. Here, at least, there was a problem to solve.

Her gloved hands adjusted one another briefly before returning to their familiar position behind her back. The ivory plates of her custom combat armor caught the afternoon light as she stood among the gathering CorSec personnel and Jedi. Several officers were exchanging tactical updates, discussing routes, districts, and possible resistance.

Lucy listened. The Unbroken Clan. A remarkably stupid name for an organization that was about to have a very bad day. Her gaze swept across the civilians moving through the streets beyond the forming perimeter. Refugees, laborers, shopkeepers. Families trying to survive another uncertain week. She knew she was supposed to feel something.

A Jedi was supposed to care. She wanted to care. Yet whenever she looked at the endless masses of people flowing through Coronet City's streets, she found herself viewing them less as individuals and more as a problem to be solved. Perhaps that was a flaw.

A quiet sigh escaped her as she rolled her shoulders beneath the armor. One lesson at a time, one mission at a time. The Force had not brought her to Corellia to solve every problem in the galaxy. It had brought her here to stop criminals from poisoning a city already struggling to survive.

That, at least, she could accomplish.

Her eyes narrowed as the operation finally began to move. Without a word, Padawan Blackwood stepped away from the staging area and moved toward her assigned position with the other Jedi. Ahead lay Old Town and one of the Clan's strongholds.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Lucy's lips.

"Much better than talking to trees."

The comment was barely louder than a whisper, spoken only to herself as she stepped into position. Whatever wisdom the gardens might have offered could wait. Criminals, unlike philosophy, tended to announce when they were wrong.

Padawan Blackwood adjusted the cuff of one black glove and continued forward, blue eyes already searching rooftops, alleyways, and avenues for the first sign of trouble.
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Tag | Kahne Porte | DRESS: [X]