The Undeserving Few (Ashla Reformation/Silver Jedi)

[Mr. OOC]

OOC Notes:

Spoiler

We're not trying to start a war here, but we're fairly certain that you wouldn't agree to join us based on interactions our members have had with you. That being the case, and with your recent bad publicity, we've decided to do just some subtle things to undermine you. There are entirely IC interactions, we're not waging war or trying to outright steal your planets (we can't, anyway). Just having fun.

Do note we have only a small few members, and we humbly request that you not overwhelm us with numbers. We're here to craft a story, not to be assaulted en masse. Our members will be picking different worlds to jump onto, more than likely, so I would suggest not all jumping onto the first one mentioned.

ORIGINAL IMAGE SOURCE​

Handooine
City of Jelwick

It was warm in the deep dark of the city. Where main streets were a hustle and bustle of people and speeders maneuvering about in the hours of dusk, the back alleys were cluttered with the few who were forgotten by most. The destitute, the broken. These were the people that Jedi often prided themselves on helping, and yet no matter how hard they tried, there always seemed more of them, even on their own worlds. The fact that an order of Jedi controlled worlds was a testament to their own failures. From what he understood of the history of the Jedi, only worlds such as Tython ever seemed to actually belong to them. They were made to serve, not to own.

Recently this particular breed of Jedi had proven themselves incapable of preserving life. When opportunity was given for diplomacy, they made the diplomat wait. In return for the waiting, thousands of people were slaughtered by one of their own military members. It was unbecoming of an order of Jedi to act in such a manner. Detrimental to the galaxy as a whole. Add in the knowledge that one of their top members was a known war criminal, and, well, they posed a threat the Reformation could not take lightly.

Attacking them was simply out of the question. They were too few in number as of yet. A small, fledgling growth with the intentions of saving the galaxy. It would take them time to be able to attempt things in that way. Diplomacy wouldn't work with this group either. They were, as a whole, incapable of looking beyond what he and some of the others were. Sith. To them it was a word which translated as enemy to be slaughtered. Leos didn't look at the Jedi that way, but they certainly looked at him as such. It wasn't nearly fair, but as he knew, life wasn't fair. So to would the Jedi learn the consequences of their actions.

The efforts now underway on various Silver Jedi influenced fringe worlds were simple. Infiltrate the planet and begin sowing seeds of discord. Spread the truth of what the Silver Jedi have become in hopes of inciting them to remove affiliation with the Silver Jedi. The goal wasn't to take these worlds for the Reformation, not yet. They simply wanted to get them to free themselves from the shackles that the Silver Jedi had created. Later, down the road, the worlds would be more apt to join the Reformation if they were not under the influence of the Silver Jedi anymore. Of course, doing this in time with the Sith Order's work also made sense.

So it was that Leos had arrived on Handooine, disguised as a mere traveler. He'd taken public transportation, something he rarely ever did because it was often too crowded, filthy, and rather poorly run. That was something else they would have to work to change in the Reformation. For now, though, it served its purpose and got him to the world. There he disappeared into the underground, the alleys and seedy spots of Jelwick, looking for anyone that would listen to the truth about the Silver Jedi and who was at their helm. The public knowledge on Matsu Ike could work just as well here as it could with the Mandalorians.

[member="Solan Charr"], [member="Teynara Jeralyr"], [member="Niysha"], [member="Faith Highwind"], [member="Haytham Kaze"], [member="Kadri Ughad"], [member="Senya Kavaleeri"], [member="Z'Zharen"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Z'Zharen]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBGqtRTncTk

The sun was setting, a bleak glimmer of natural light succumbing to the artificial...well the poorly flickering artificial lights that still worked in this city. A 6'6 ft muscular, Whipid walked at a slow pace down one of the busy streets of Jelwick. His possessions were few and not valuable, making him blend in very easily. His torn hooded duster, trousers and a sling over his back that held a busted up eletrco staff made him look like any other urban dweller. Z'Zharen had stayed in the Outer Rim for some time now, avoiding what he initially sought out on a journey to find, the legacy of the Jedi Order. He has heard nothing but rumors for months now, how the Silver Jedi were more conquerors than protectors. In fact the only Force User's Zhar had encountered were dark siders or a few members of the Silver Jedi. The Jedi he met though, could hardly be called conquerors, one or two might have been rude.

Could these still be rumors? He had recently met a survivor from Korriban...a young man who seemed ashamed of the Silver Jedi and barely spoke save for ramblings of fear and regret. To be an eye witness to such...devastation, the Whipid could not blame him. But still this had to be political propaganda against the Silver Jedi. It was two members of that order that helped the young Whipid open his mind to the Force and even assisted him in finding his first crystal that he planned to use when forging his lightsaber....That seemed like a life time ago. He looked around, various specious dressed no different than him, stepping out of his way, though he would have moved for them out of respect. A haughty Besalisk woman was eyeing him from a narrow alley way. The Whipid squinted and brought his tattered hood over his face more. The four armed woman seemed insulted, but her attention was quickly distracted by a pair of Bothan males walking pass her. Hmm she seemed to have a...

His thoughts on the promiscuous Besalisk were also distracted, his small eyes drawn to a cloaked figure on the other side of the street. A man with green skin, Zhar could not help but feel as though, something like this has happened to him once before, this very encounter. But he could not place where if ever he had met the green man in the past. It was hard sometimes with so much noise to listen to what might be the Force trying to guide him, or the ongoing sounds of speeders, trams, flickering lights and Bothan's yelping in the distance. The Whipid paused to observe the green man, to others Zhar appeared as a beastly obelisk, jutting from the flowing sea of street urchins and vagabonds. Subtlety was never the warrior's greatest strength, but with someone of his size, very few were eager to approach let alone pick a fight with him.

[member="Darth Ignus"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Encrypted Channel
To: [member="Darth Ignus"]
From: Mobius D'ik, CEO Herglic Trade Empire

"Greetings, Darth Ignus,

Mutual friends have apprised me of subtle ripples set into motion in Silver space. My predecessor would be pleased with your efforts. Please accept a small corporate donation of 500,000 in IGBC credits as recognition of a worthy cause.

If ever in need, do not hesitate to call.

Yours Truly,
-Mobi"

 

[Mabbik]

Mabbik entered the security room yawning. He'd just spent the day sleeping in preparation for the afternoon and night shift he was going to pull along with the members of the City of Jelwick security forces. The room was a large oval with a bank of monitors around the walls. The watch officer stood in the center of the room watching what seemed to be a large digital map displaying the streets of the city.

Having only started his Sentinel training he'd been sent to help with the security forces in their job securing the slums. It was an interesting job that mostly involved waiting for blaster fire, criminal individuals, and suspicious activity to appear on the holocams placed throughout the city allowing a full coverage of many areas. Programmed to pick out any suspicious activity they then sent their live feeds to the watchers at the consoles in this security room. If something illegal was found then security forces would move in or the cams would follow the individuals responsible.

"Anything special for today sir?" the Kushiban asked and stood up at attention. Sergeant Evew'tosa was on duty this afternoon monitoring all the happenings in the city.

"Nothing yet." the Twi'lek said and pointed at the screen, "Bring up The Krayt Pearl Cantina on the main screen" she barked out to one of the watch officers before turning back to the Kushiban. "Got a bar fight breaking out but some of the security is already on it. I might end up spending you out to investigate a break in and murder that occurred earlier in one of the food markets. Service door was smashed open and one of the employees had his groin ripped open. Trying to figure out what caused the wound."

Nodding Mabbik winced slightly at the last part. He'd seen that happen before when smuggling some less than legal foodstuffs into Coruscant. If you wanted to send a message cutting open that section of body and leaving the victim to bleed out worked very effectively. "Check for burns in the flesh, heated nocked vibroknives are sometimes used for that sort of thing. Pain overwhelms the senses and knocks the victim out if you do an upwards cut so no screaming."

A half hour later Mabbik was looking over the body of the victim in the morgue. The Bothan's groin had been cut apart in what was brutal attack possibly by a smaller species. No other wounds were on the body except for a bruise on the back of its head where it had hit a crate when falling. In all likelihood this was gang violence of some sort but the brutal nature of the attack and the fact that no one had heard anything must have meant the Bothan either knew who had done the attack or had been snuck up on.

As the Kushiban started to examine the wounds more closely for signs of burning from a blaster or knife he spotted something unusual. On the Bothan's claws a few flecks of blood were found. It wasn't his as the rest of the fur on his paw was clean. This must have been done before. Scrapping some of it out he carefully put it in a small bag. He'd get it tested once he was done with his examination.

[member="Darth Ignus"] @Z'Zharen [member="Mobius"]

 

[Mr. OOC]

Leos had been in the process of speaking with a member of the local human population, as they were the dominant species on the world, when he felt eyes on him. At first he ignored it, as he was a little busy spreading the message about what the Silvers and their forces had done at Korriban, and the details about how one of their leaders, two really, counting Connor, were far, far from being real Jedi. In fact he made sure to emphasize these points, and passed overy a small data disk from his gloved hand to the man's non-gloved one.

As he turned, he took note of the Whiphid across the street that was watching him. It wasn't Velok, so he pressed forward and walked down the street before entering a small shop. Inside, he wrapped himself in an illusion that changed his appearance to that of a kindly old human. Of course it wouldn't affect droids, but anyone in visual sight of him, unless they were using binos from far off or watching via camera, would see the illusion.

He left the shop a few moments later, disguised as the old man, and made his way down the street. He went for a few blocks before he found a man sitting on a stoop and approached him to discuss the same thing that he'd discussed with the previous individual. No lies here, just truths. No conjecture or opinion was being spread, he was just exposing the locals to the factual reality of what happened at Korriban, and how the leaders of the Silver Jedi, at least two of them, weren't even Jedi. One of them was a convicted mass murderer with company locations throughout the galaxy, even.

Very un-jedi-like.

[member="Mabbik"] [member="Z'Zharen"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Handooine was, in some respects, a border system. An argument could be made against the statement: it was surrounded on both sides by friendly systems and it was far away from any other government's border. Yet the fact remained that it was within the outer ring of what was considered Silver Jedi space. And while friendly worlds were on two sides, the other two sides were empty space. Very large bits of empty space in fact. It made the planet somewhat vulnerable. And by extension, made its inhabitants somewhat vulnerable.

That was why they were there.

"So you would have me panic the population by telling them to buy body armor. Just so your company can have a profit. No."

"Is that what you think, Councilor? We're looking to protect your citizens, I would think that's a good thing."

"By selling them body armor. By having their government endorse the idea that their lives are in danger."

"By having their government help keep them safe. By helping keep them alive if there is an attack. By not forcing your soldiers and security to give up their armor to protect the civilians."

The expression on the Councilor's face changed slightly, and Korynn knew she had an in. She might be new to Ceredir Industries, but she wasn't new to sales. With almost sixty standard years under her belt, twenty of which were in sales, she knew how to read a customer. Or, as in this case, the potential roadblock to customers. Now that they'd gotten the negotiations over whether or not they'd negotiate out of the way, they could get down to the real business at hand.

---

It was Korynn's first time running a Ceredir Industries negotiation by herself, but Audren wasn't worried. He'd gone over records of some of her old sales as well as worked with her on a couple smaller Ceredir ones. Truth be told, she was much better at it than he was. With how much of his time was spent with his duties as a Jedi, a full-time salesperson was definitely needed, and they needed to be good at what they did.

It was abnormal for the Sephi, but he'd hired family. Distant family, yes, but still family. A cousin, or step-cousin, something like that. His mother's sister's step-daughter. No blood relation, but family nonetheless. Which meant he couldn't fire her without a really good reason. It was his own fault; he'd put word out that he was looking for new employees and that had included his parents. They'd heard she was looking for a job, gotten her contact information and job history, and passed it on. Yet he wouldn't have given her such an important position if she couldn't handle it.

That wasn't to say that he was fully leaving her to her own devices. He might not be at the negotiation itself, but he was certainly on planet. At the present, the Jedi was out and about, keeping half an mind on the area looking for a good storefront and the other half simply taking in the sights. There wasn't much to see, but through the Force he could feel something. Several somethings in fact, though at this distance he couldn't quite tell what they were. He found his feet slowly meandering in that general direction. Even if he wasn't here on Jedi business, he didn't stop being a Jedi. Didn't work like that.

[member="Darth Ignus"] | [member=Z'Zharen] | [member=Mabbik]