Private The Scion of Jar'kai

[Junko Ike]

The crystal Palace of Xam'chi was a beautiful thing. High upon the cliffs, the palace stands looking like a single mountain of kyberite, a solitary crystalline structure designed to rival the city of Jar'kai. Its exterior is a polished and prismatic wall in the light, yet within this formidable shell lies a sanctuary of fluid grace. Immaculate white kazue stone forms hundreds of multi-tiered domes that climb the mountainside, their ivory expanses protecting it from attack as they have hundreds of rooms and chambers. Every space is bathed in a perpetual golden-hour warmth, where turquoise pools sit in flawless stillness, mirroring the golden filigree of arched windows and the lush, cascading vines of the terraced gardens.

Junko moved through the palace's verticality descending through a symphony of arched pavilions and suspended viaducts the sheer scale of the descent becomes clear. Vast staircases, broad enough for the grandest processions, meander downward in elegant spirals towards the gates of the city below. Each terrace offers a new, plunging panorama: first, the silver-barked trees of the palace gardens and then, the breathtaking concentric perfection of the city of Xam'chi. Spreading out from the base of the cliffs a bridge and gate connecting the mountain to the legendary port city reveals its massive circular layout etched into the flawless coastline. White sands, clear waters, ruins from the oldest Atrisians slowly degrading whee the kazue stone still stands.

From this height, the city is a masterpiece of symmetry. At the outermost ring, towering white kazue stone walls punctuated by grand arched gateways embrace the crashing turquoise waves. Harbors teem with merchant vessels, their masts swaying gently as massive aqueducts pour waterfalls directly from the city walls into the frothing ocean below. Moving inward, the rings of the city rise in stepped grandeur. Gleaming waterways and vibrant canal systems are lined with terraced marble platforms and temples crowned by jade tiled roofs. Deeper still, the middle rings ascend into districts carved directly from stone where majestic waterfalls plunge into shimmering pools that sustain orchards heavy with fruit. Towering obelisks and spires, inscribed with ancient murals, pierce the sky like spokes of a great wheel.

At the very heart of this concentric marvel lies the innermost sanctum a fortified central island dominated by a palatial complex of gleaming white kazue stone and aurodium. Encircled by a tranquil ceremonial air dock for the ships, the grandest temple stands paramount, its massive dome and towering pillars evoking a sense of divine authority. From the crystal heights of the palace to the bustling ports of the sunlit sea, the path downward is one of shifting perspectives, moving from the silent, ozone-scented heights of the kyberite shell into the warm, salt-misted life of the ancient metropolis. Junko was able to see many more things she had come here to visit the Sansin and after the battle of Atrisia they were applying many of the upgrades to defenses they had developed here as well as to other cities across the planet.

 

[Naav Ki]

TAG: Junko Ike

The Force had a tendency to move Naav with its scent, its fever that grew stronger in pleasent ways to the places that she was purposed to visit. She as good Togruta following the scent came to the planet, there she saw brilliance of the Kybernite, its golden glow sparkling to her like the eyes of Shaifi.

Setting the ship down at a landing pad that reminded her of a great lotus pad, floating, she opening the cockpit of her Starfighter, and descending, a bridge bidding her to go on as she began to walk in her rather immodest attire. Togruta and Twi’lek were often pardoned their rather revealing wears, as it was part of their culture, and often their occupation. And what was Naav’s? She was a Jedi with incomplete training, who had strayed, and yet had not given herself to Hate that permeated the hearts of stone on Korriban. To her love was everything, and the dark side did not form bonds, it used, and exploited attraction for gains, and then disposed of the passion when it was a hinderance to climbing into a throne. No, she had failed on Shili, given in to anger, but it came from a place of love and pain, not from a desire to usurp and control. That was how she had justified it, now she was not so certain. What was certain was that the kyber in his to sabers dangling form her belt had been purified by her efforts into ivory like bone, ready to be part of her own muscles and flesh to fight against evil. Even if evil was in her. That was one of reasons she had come, drawn by the Scent, to seek some serenity, and perhaps some guidence. But above all companionship. For she had a open heart that was yearning to be close, and a body that honed her feelings in the Force…

 

[Junko Ike]

Naav Ki

Junko stoods within the city with a slender, girlish figure as her face exquisitely chiseled and beautiful, featuring large lustrous black eyes flecked with green or blue in varying light framed by jade rings and perfectly groomed eyebrows occasionally accented with small, ornate jade crystals. Her coal-black hair, treated with special oils that shift its hue from deep black to light brown with her mood, falls in loose waves, sometimes interwoven with dangling force beads that enhance her abilities and frame her face like ethereal bangs. She was moving throughout the city and it was a place of beauty, enticement and as one of the largest ports.. they had everything here.

The ocean went through channels into canals that weaved through the city with depths for fisheries that they had setup. Her light golden skin glowing warmly, highlighting the crimson flush of her cheeks and the ruby fullness of her molded lips. In her summer southern attire a striking departure from her usual traditional Atrisian kimonos that are around Jar'kai and the inner areas of the continent. Even her own palace of the Hidden was where she... well it was her island palace under a cloaking field she wore almost nothing. For now she wears a revealing deep crimson ensemble of draped silk fabrics that wrap elegantly around her form.

A halter-style top with crossed straps accentuating her curves, connected by intricate golden chains that cascade across her torso and waist. A low-slung hip drape with side slits reveals her legs, adorned with matching golden chains, a central ornate medallion, wide cuff bracelets and dangling earrings lending an air of opulent exotic allure while subtly incorporating wrought ornaments that amplify her symmetrical beauty and force presence. It was beautifully minimalistic and it was made for summer breezes coming off of the water. Summer heat waves though as her skin gleamed in the light cast from the golden tiles and domes. The polished white stone reflecting it all around.

Herr feet had a thin covering from the anklets that wrapped around them and adhered more. Transparent for many to be able to see as she walked through it all. A small skip to her step and a stall gave her one of the crystal plums that they grow in the force infused gardens. The skin of it coated with a dusting of kyberite crystals. She bit into it with the juices exploding in her mouth as she viewed many of the other Atrisians who were around. Women standing in the shallows of the canals where they were tending to different platters of food. The scraps going to the fisheries around them. The city of Xam'chi glowed in the sunlight as light refracted from the massive crystal palace painting areas in colors.

 

[Naav Ki]

Junko Ike

The Togruta made her way through the port towars the Great Kyber palace, taking in the sights of everything, vendors about selling wears at market. She stood there taking in the smells, and the calm that this world offered. She had been in a state of what seemed perpetual movement, unwilling to face the pain that was deep as well within her. It was beginning to fester, much like the wound in her leg, always there, scraping inside, reminding her of the events on Shili. The face of Shaifi clear in her mind. Eyes that once were full of the fire of life and passion for her made hollow and void by the Dark Warrior.

Naav felt the sting of memory anytime she paused, and this place despite its diversions to keep the eye fixated, it called to the heart, reminding those visiting to take inventory. Perhaps coming was a mistake, though the Force never made mistakes. She felt hersef wobbling in her gate as she began to walk some more, her leg throbbing once more as she endeavored to behave as if nothing was a matter. It was in this moment of reflection of the past, that in the present she caught sight of an entourage of the finest dressed figures she had even seen. The emaculate seamstry and use of color and artisan work reminded her of the royals of Naboo. She instincively gave a bow as if to Shamans or priests of the Whills, though she was uncertain who these people were. This world was foreign to the Gray Jedi, it was as if she had stumbled into a dream of the Force’s making, and the effect was dizzing, this riot of color and beauty combined with the chimes, and gongs that occassionally resounded, not in overbearing tones, but as if the wind itself was playing them…

 

[Junko Ike]

Naav Ki

Nestled along the bustling canals and streets of Xam'chi the sounds of the merchants came as Junko was walking. Where traders from the distant islands converged the Azura teahouse a rival to her friend the Divine Lady Wisteria was a charming open-air tea house perched on a jade wood platform overlooking crystal-clear turquoise waters teeming with colorful fish. Junko knew from records the owner had opted and been selected to receive one of the flash fisheries that they used. Allowing Xam'chi's waters to have millions of fish, cloned and released regularly for their fishermen and trade. Atrisia's resource endeavors were seen as never a problem and it was how they had reached post-scarcity.

One side faced the lively canal narrow but boats would glide by with laden goods, fishermen casting nets and visitors drifting lazily. Couples on their own as the areas of the city offered much more in some cases. The rings of the city making the waters into a vertical location as well. With waterfalls thaat cascaded over older sections of the city, gold inlaid murals and reliefs. Small islands that housed shrines or memorials or in some cases private and secluded meeting spots. Patrons of the teahouse who came in boats receiving steaming herbal teas in innovative edible cups crafted from thin, crisp wafer biscuits infused with subtle flavors like honey or even berries.

As the hot tea steeps, the cup softens and absorbs the aroma; once finished, guests crack and crumble it into the water where eager fish dart up to feed on the nutritious fragments a delightful, eco-friendly ritual that delights children and sustains the aquatic life. Or they can eat it themselves in small bites and it was used since the oldest times as a quick sustaining meal while under the harsh southern sun of Atrisia. The street-facing side featured shaded tables under flowering vines and lanterns, where Junko could see more people moving. Standing at the entrance, offering warm smiles and personalized recommendations was her. The air carrying her scents of jasmine tea, sea salt, and fresh-baked wafers, mingled with distant calls of a thousand different birds from the aviaries they had similar in design to the fisheries and merchants.

Jasmine was a graceful woman with long, flowing dark hair adorned with delicate pink flowews that catch the light like blooming cherry blossoms. Her skin is fair and luminous with the delicate sheen of spiced oils that you could almost taste, her eyes warm and inviting, framed by subtle makeup that enhances her serene, beautiful demeanor. She was wearing an elegant, flowing kimono in solid royal purple on the outer robes with intricate embroidery exuding quiet elegance and hospitality. Always smiling gently, she welcomed guests with poise, her presence calming amid the bustle, as if she's an embodiment of tranquility in a vibrant port city.

The moment her eyes saw Junko she spoke with a smile taking in the red silks, the bare feet and most importantly... she took in that the princess was here not the Capital of Jar'kai where the last vestiges of cleaning up and refortifications after the Empire's attack had come and she wasn't in the Sansin's palace overlooking the ancient port city... nor was she in the quasi mythical and searched for Palace of the Hidden. Junko's renowned island sanctuary she maintained... she was here and Jasmine moved over with a beauty as her bare shoulders showed pale skin even in the beautiful and warm sun. "Princess." Her voice came out smooth like silks, inviting and Junko could see why she rivaled her sister in terms of hospitality and business... she made you want to come closer just enough.

"Lady Jasmine." Her voice came while she stood there and then she was moving as a curious sight came to her. Something of a rarity but not out of place. A Togruta was walking for a moment and JUnko looked at her with a smile as her hand came up. A few heads had turned when the Lady Jasmine had called her by title more than name. "Greetings." She said it towards the woman, who was not a local here nor likely of Horai where many who came from offworld went. The southern islands were beautiful and allowed for communities as Junko's hand came out with the force moving to pick up the wind and let the blossoms swirl around the street for some of the people walking.

The golden afternoon sunlight filterd through swaying red glow lanterns and lush green vines overhead with flowering dokkaibi bulbs, casting dappled patterns on the polished jade wood platform of the teahouses upper area. Near the water just overlooking it though was Zheng lounging languidly on a plush divan, her open teal silk robe draping casually over her curves, bare skin of her shoulders and stomach warmed by the breeze carrying hints of sea salt and blooming jasmine. Long black hair cascades like midnight silk as she sips from a delicate cup crisp edges softening with steaming atrisian red tea infused with mint and honey, releasing fragrant steam that mingles with the air.

Below, the canal's crystal-turquoise waters shimmer transparently, revealing schools of iridescent fish in vibrant reds, blues, and golds darting playfully. She crumbles a piece of the soaked cup into the water; it dissolves in tiny fragments, triggering a frenzy of splashes as fish leap upward, scales flashing like jewels. Narrow wooden boats glide past merchants poling lazily, their calls echoing softly while gentle waves lap against the pavilion pillars, and distant sounds draw her attention as the princess is called for. A smile curling her lip but she stretched out her long legs. Junko looked at her as she waved and the merchant waved back towards the princess.