Faction Thinking Outside the Box: Jedi Philosophy Class [Naboo]

[Braze]

Tags: Toby Perris Fahlv Vehnek Caden Larsen Kas Larsen Kharis Larsen Michael Angellus Kael Varnok Ko Vuto Casaana Aliris Tremiru Leos | Open to Any Jedi but geared more for Newer students, but all are welcome!​

The New Jedi Order Exile that was known as Knight Braze Kai'el had chosen to host his lesson outdoors.

The morning air was crisp, with soft sunlight filtered softly through the canopy of swaying trees, casting mottled shadows across the grass. Overhead, birds chirped.

In the center of a well-kept clearing near the western most gardens, Braze knelt and began arranging a series of curious wooden objects. There were at least a few dozen of them, each roughly the size of a bread loaf, and each crafted with a distinct, meticulous beauty. Fine wood grain swirled through every piece; teak, cherry, walnut, and lighter inlays of ash and birch and golden silk wood as butterflies or phoenixes decorated they exterior . Their surfaces gleamed with a smooth polish, Intricate geometric patterns repeated across their faces, maze-like paths, latticework etchings, and subtly raised grooves that invited fingertips to explore.

They didn't appear to be containers at first glance. More like ornamental blocks, each one different, but all clearly cut from expert craftsmanship and intent. But if one tilted them JUUUUST slightly or gently enough there was a soft rattle within...

This wasn't a lightsaber exercise nor some aggressive sparring class. Today's class was meant for … something else.

Braze had left flyers across the Temple, tacked beside dormitory doors and posted in communal spaces. He'd even reluctantly submitted a notice on the holonet.

Jedi Philosophy Class​

[Class Offering]
"Thinking Outside the Box" – Jedi Philosophy with Knight Kai'el
Location: West Garden | Time: 10:00 | Open to initiates and Padawans & Any Knights or Master's interested
Bring your patience. There may be a reward.

Now all that remained was to wait, and see who was curious enough to come.

 

[Fahlv Vehnek]

The Amaran walked with purpose and resolve, as well as an unusual amount of patience for someone who had just finished getting yelled at over a prank on the flight over. Master Keeral, that old scholastic Cerean grump with a heart of gold, hadn't exactly been a happy soul upon discovering that the holovid of a peaceful, serene documentary about ancient Alderaanean nobility would be rudely and unexpectedly be interrupted by the LOUDLY roaring visage of a Dark Side Spirit's ancient and most foul image right as he would be most intensely focused on admiring the landscape of ancient Alderaan. However, Fahlv hadn't had a thing to do with that particular incident.

Not that she could remember, anyway.

She and her protocol droid, a hovering sphere that resembled an ancient training remote with a photoreceptor built into the top of it, stepped casually and hovered nonchalantly along their respective ways. The young fox alien was looking forward to a short retreat of philosophizing with a few other practitioners. It had been a few weeks since she had even left the library, and Master Keeral was within a piranha-beetle's sphincter of physically picking her up by her hair and tail and directly and personally throwing her out of an airlock in orbit around Talus, where the two rogue scholars had been living for the past few months.

He had sent her for her own good, in his words, as well as for his sanity, even despite his fondness for their master-student bond and their lives of continual learning with one another.

 

[Casaana]

Letting out a wide yawn as she trudged up the path through the garden to the meeting, her hands were wrapped around a travel mug of caff she was sipping from. Dark bags lined her eyes, revealing that she'd been up until after that morning's sunrise, before snatching a nap in the few hours before she'd needed to be up for Braze's infernal morning class. Taking another sip of the bitterly strong caff, she rubbed her arms through her knit sweater and long-sleeved shirt, her jumpsuit top tied around her waist.

Coming to a low wall along the path as it rose from the ground, she hopped atop it and trod along the coping as the path it followed joined another with a certain Amaran on it. "Morning Fahlv." Casaana called out to the other girl. "You going to the box class too, or just out for a walk? 'Cause I know some real neat spots around the grounds ifn you wanna check them out later." After taking another sip of her caff, she closed the lid and jumped down to alight on the path next to Fahlv to enter the garden clearing together.

Braze Fahlv Vehnek​

 

[Fallon Draellix-Kobitana]

Location: Naboo temple, training room
Objective: Learn about local philosophy
Loadout: here
Tags: Braze Casaana Fahlv Vehnek

Fallon wasn't here to replace her philosophy, she was a devout Ashlan that bathed in the light and lived every moment on its path. But she did want to learn, the various philosophies across the galaxy intrigued her, particularly the different interpretations of the light. She was aware that some people saw her kind as too militant, to eager to war, even if they only sought war for the greater wellbeing of the galaxy.

She walked into the room, making a respectful ceremonial nod towards the teacher that she had already met as she did so and took her place. Fallon wore her ashlan overcoat and sash but had traded her leather trousers for light linen for comfort in this warm place.

Floating in front of her was on of the boxes that she observed curiously, she didn't touch it but saw some that did, they sounded hollow, what was inside?

The pink haired woman turned to the jedi next to her. "Hi, I'm Fallon. Pleasure to meet you"

 

[Kas Larsen]

Kas Larsen

​

"I'm a Jedi Sentinel, using everything in my arsenal to keep the peace."

TAGS: Braze | @ OPEN
EQUIPMENT: Kas' Gear | Echo Stone
CURRENT LOCATION: Naboo | Theed | Shiraya Sanctuary Enclave
OBJECTIVE: Attend the Class | Learn as a Jedi | Be Open Minded

After landing his J-1 Shuttle accompanied by his younger brother, Caden, who co-piloted the J-1 and his twin sister, Kharis, she flew into the Enclave's hangar bay in the Twin-Tail starfighter Kas was going to attend the class with them. Hopefully, he is able to befriend a few other fellow Jedi in all ranks and roles in attendance. Powered down the shuttles systems and began to make his way out into the hangar bay from the shuttle. Fitted in his green Jedi jumpsuit leaving behind some of his field equipment back aboard the shuttle but took his usual Jedi equipment, Lightsaber hilts, Commlink, Utility belt, etc.

"Hmm wonder what the lesson is going to be about. Not much detail was mentioned."

Thinking about what the class would be based on it left Kas wondering as he was walking through the grounds of the Enclave. Followed the coordinates provided in the Jedi Order's HoloNet network he used to access in finding out about the class being held. At least Caden and Kharis will be joining him, he won't be alone but Kharis will be pestering Kas to socialise with fellow Jedi more. Footsteps echoed throughout the vicinity of areas in the Enclave where Kas noticed other students were making their way to the Western Gardens. Finally, he noticed Braze Kai'el setting up objects and Kas greeted the Jedi Knight with a brief nod.

"Hello Master, I'm Kas Larsen, Padawan Learner under Master Porte. I'm interested in the class you're holding, mind if I join?"

 

[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

​

"I'm a Jedi Consular, study and use the Force to defend and protect others."

TAGS: Braze | @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Naboo | Theed | Shiraya Sanctuary Enclave
OBJECTIVE: Attend the Class | Learn as a Jedi | Be Open Minded

Co-piloting the family J-1 Shuttle with his older brother, Kas, landing inside of the hangar bay within the Shiraya Sanctuary Jedi Enclave. It was nice to return to familiar grounds, Naboo, and the Enclave was a place that Caden enjoyed to study and train within. In being a Jedi Consular trainee but more combat oriented with his upbringing and having done a lot of field work, practical training, not knowing what this class held in store for those attending it left Caden eager to find out. It is open to all Jedi so perhaps making some friends and maybe seeing other Knights and Masters he can get to know during the session.

"Ah can't wait to have another lesson. Wonder who will be there besides Kas and Kharis. Hmm wonder Master Kaohal-Delaine will come."

A few thoughts roamed within Caden's mind as he got out of the shuttle's cockpit following his brother out, Kas, to the hangar bay and walked around in the grounds of the Enclave. Taking with him only what he felt was needed from his inventory - everything else was left behind back aboard the J-1 Shuttle. Able to hear many voices and footsteps echo through the corridors of the Enclave as there were a numerous amount of fellow Jedi present. At last, reaching the Western Gardens where Jedi Knight Braze Kai'el was and joining other Jedi in attendance Caden bowed his head to greet everyone.

"Hello, I'm Caden Larsen my master is Jedi Knight; Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine. Ready to learn from you, Master."

 

[Kael Varnok]

Kael Varnok steps lightly through the shifting shadows of the western garden, the morning sun dappled through leaves overhead. His broad shoulders move with purpose, but there is a thoughtful calm in his stride, as though each footfall is measured — a warrior entering a place of contemplation. His dual curved-hilt sabers rest at his hips, their black hilts etched faintly with red. His forearms, wrapped in weathered cloth, catch glints of light when he adjusts his stance.

He stops a few paces from the wooden puzzle-blocks that Knight Braze has arranged, tilting his head as he watches the pieces. His blue eyes — sharp, intense, yet strangely distant — scan the shapes, then flick up to the instructor.

"Master Braze," he says, voice low and steady, though his presence feels like controlled energy — a warrior and a philosopher both. "I saw your flyer in the Temple. A box class, you call it … interesting. I came to understand how we might think beyond structure, beyond what is obvious. Not because I doubt the Order, but because the galaxy is burning, and sometimes the answers hide in chaos."
He lets a brief silence settle, then adds, almost with a wry humor:

"If I break the puzzle, I apologize in advance. But if I don't … maybe there's something to learn, even in the splinters."

With that, he shifts, positioning himself near one of the wooden blocks, and folds his arms, ready to listen.

Braze
@open

 

[Kharis Larsen]

Kharis Larsen

​

"I'm a Jedi Guardian, my lightsaber is an extension and it will serve to protect."

TAGS: Braze | @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Naboo | Theed | Shiraya Sanctuary Enclave
OBJECTIVE: Attend the Class | Learn as a Jedi | Be Open Minded

The flight path into the Shiraya Sanctuary's Jedi Enclave hangar bay was peaceful and steady for Kharis as it was soothing to arrive on the planet of Naboo. Returning to familiar grounds where the atmosphere was relaxing and warm Kharis overheard Caden and Kas talk about a lesson being hosted by a Jedi Knight called Braze Kai'el. It'd do her no harm in expanding her experience and knowledge - if there are abilities, skills or techniques to learn Kharis will practice them and put to good use. Powered down the engines and systems in her TwinTail starfighter the cockpit canopy opened up, ladders dropped down and Kharis climbed down.

"It's been a while - I remember coming to the marketplace in Theed. Looks like Cade and Kas went on ahead. Be good to see other Jedi in peaceful times too."

A lot hustle and bustle going on within the Enclave grounds - Kharis had a smile at the corner of her mouth as she walked through to attend the class. Catching up with Caden and Kas as they went on ahead not too faraway from her still within her sights. Seeing many other different Jedi gathered on Naboo, learning, practicing, studying and training with one another in various areas of the Shiraya Sanctuary Enclave that housed them all. At last, she made it to the Western Gardens where a number of Jedi were gathering for the class. Stopped advancing further being in the middle of Caden and Kas nudged them both gently and nods her head to Braze.

"Mornin' master. I'm Kharis Larsen, Padawan under Jedi Knight; Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine. Hope I'm not late for the class."

 

[Braze]

"Hello Master, I'm Kas Larsen, Padawan Learner under Master Porte. I'm interested in the class you're holding, mind if I join?"

"Hello, I'm Caden Larsen my master is Jedi Knight; Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine. Ready to learn from you, Master."

"Mornin' master. I'm Kharis Larsen, Padawan under Jedi Knight; Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine. Hope I'm not late for the class."

"Master Braze," he says, voice low and steady, though his presence feels like controlled energy — a warrior and a philosopher both. "I saw your flyer in the Temple. A box class, you call it … interesting. I came to understand how we might think beyond structure, beyond what is obvious. Not because I doubt the Order, but because the galaxy is burning, and sometimes the answers hide in chaos."
He lets a brief silence settle, then adds, almost with a wry humor:

"If I break the puzzle, I apologize in advance. But if I don't … maybe there's something to learn, even in the splinters."

Tags: Toby Perris Fahlv Vehnek Caden Larsen Kas Larsen Kharis Larsen Michael Angellus Kael Varnok Ko Vuto Casaana Aliris Tremiru Leos Fallon Draellix-Kobitana Neriyan Soria | Open to Any Jedi but geared more for Newer students, but all are welcome!​

Braze moved toward the center of the clearing with his arms full of decorative boxes. He set down a small stack with the others he had already arranged, then began handing one to each student or participant who had decided to show up, taking his sweet, unhurried time in case any stragglers wandered in a little later. He seemed ready to offer a box to anyone who came over. Every last one was beautifully ornate. Some were finished in lacquer with mother of pearl carefully inlaid into their smooth surfaces, while others looked as though delicate painted woodcarvings had been layered together in a collage-like composition.

He greeted each new arrival kindly as he handed them each their very own unique box.

"Yes you're welcome to join. " He said to Kas Larsen offering him a box, " Nice to meet you Kharis and you're on time. " He said offering anouther box.
"I am glad to have students from Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine , Caden. I hope she is doing well as of late?" Braze asked handing out a nouthe rlittle box.

He offered a curious tilt of his head and a smile as offered a box to Fallon Draellix-Kobitana , " Good to see you again, Fallon I hope you find the lesson enlightening. "

To Kael Varnok Braze paused and raises his brows listening to what was said. " Ah... rest at ease for the galaxy's woes can be set aside for a small time. Breath in the fresh morning air and relax. What a fine day to be alive hmnn? I do hope you find something enlightening from today's class. " He said handing him a box as well.

Every one who showed up would recieve a box! He walked around with a box in hand moving about with it

"The test is simple today, Open the box. Claim the prize. I've placed a gift inside each one… all you have to do is open it. But,

—please—​

don't break the box. These come from a tiny planet in the Unknown Regions. Handcrafted by Veridian artisans. They're part of the gift too. Well-made. Sturdy. Meant to hold something worth keeping.... if you break the box you might break what's in side too. They aren't super sturdy so be careful.

If you find yourself growing impatient, that's part of the test too. You don't need to rush. Focus. Let the solution come to you. These boxes are sturdier than they look. They are well made. But even strong things can be broken when handled without care. Some challenges are solved with strength. Others with instinct.... or patience, awareness, and adaptability. The lesson isn't in how fast you open the box; it's in how you approach it."

None of the boxes seemed to have any visible lid; They were after all puzzle boxes.

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

A puzzle box, was it? Aliris quietly stepped to the side, a calm smile on her face as she took up one of the boxes for herself. She greeted no one, if only to try and keep from Braze's sight for a moment longer. He was putting his all into teaching this class, the least she could do was not be a distraction. Her hands ran over the wood before her smile brightened. Old memories. Older puzzles.

She took a breath before letting her eyes close. The Force would be her guide this time. Little by little she'd fiddle with the shell, finding where the first loose panel was. When she did finally and heard that first click, the smile bloomed all over again. That'd had to be a good sign, right?

 

[Neriyan Soria]

Neriyan slipped into the room as instructions were given to all present. He waited idly by the entrance, observing. Particularly, his eyes glinted with interest once he noticed the puzzle boxes. The words woven by Braze spun a story of patience and understanding. He nodded softly to himself, silently agreeing with the Jedi's sentiments. A lightsaber and brute strength were not always the answer. Patience, too, could reveal knowledge and be rewarding.

The Padawan accepted a box and offered a polite bow to Braze , his lips curling ever so gently into a warm smile. Then, as others found spaces to meditate and inspect, Neriyan did the same. Finding a quiet corner, the Padawan sat upon a cushion on the floor. He held the box in his hands, closed his eyes, and then meditated on its intricacies.

 

[Kael Varnok]

Kael accepted the ornate box with both hands, dipping his head slightly in acknowledgment. Braze's encouragement should have relaxed him — and perhaps it did, in its own quiet way — but his posture remained that of a man who lived too long with tension stitched into the seams of his muscles.

"Fresh air is good," he said, voice low, calm. "A fine day, yes. Even if I'm still learning how to… set burdens down, if only for a lesson."

He turned the box over in his hands, its weight deceptively simple. No seams. No hinges. Just craftsmanship so perfect it almost felt alive. Kael's thumb traced one carved edge, then another, his expression sharpening with a quiet, inward focus.

His split nature nudged at the back of his mind — the part of him that preferred decisive action, quick solutions, the clean bite of a blade. That side whispered: "pull harder; pry it; force reveals truth."
He inhaled once, slow. Exhaled slower.

"No breaking," he murmured to himself, a faint hint of humor in his dry tone. "Right. Patience, then."

He dragged a nail gently along a recessed groove in the design — a feather-light scrape of keratin on lacquer — and felt, barely, a shift. A hairline give. He adjusted the pressure, not forcing, simply following the natural movement the box wanted to make.

"Interesting…"
A soft click echoed in the quiet.
Kael's brows lifted slightly, as though the puzzle had given him a respectful nod.

"I suppose even problems want to be understood, not conquered."
He looked up at Braze, a rare but genuine flicker of appreciation touching his features.
"Thank you, Master Braze. This is… exactly the sort of challenge I needed today."

Braze
@open

 

[Fahlv Vehnek]

Braze

The Amaran cast her gaze off into the massive trees all around, and wondered just what the hell the others of her kind - a good number of them, apparently - saw in such a waterlogged, partially swampy locale... Apparently none of those fools knew anything about the intricacies and beauty of a good, warm embrace of a "loving" desert. They'd probably reject the offer of one entirely if offered the choice, but that was fine - more wonderful, warm, intricate sand to play with and gorgeous colored-rocks for her to admire, is what that meant!

She barely knew anything about her own species culture, anyway, and didn't particularly care - she was part Neimoidian and part Quarren, culturally-speaking, with a healthy dose of Drovian sarcasm added and a few hints of human and Duros thrown in, as well. Amaran penny-pinching could kiss her furry little butt, for all she cared. Especially if they liked muddy, disgusting locales such as this...

She took a moment to wave to Casaana as the teen greeted her, and the Amaran made a face and blew a raspberry, pointing off towards the swamp mockingly as she did so! A disgusting, sinkhole-infused, flooded landscape, all-in-all! She hoped the other student agreed!

The demure, slim and black-furred Amaran (save for her dark gray underside and white-tipped tail) fiddled briefly with the simple tan outfit that she had on for the day, as one hand hung up the brown robe that had kept her pleasantly warm during the travelers' foray through the swamps along the haggard-looking limb of an unusually dry tree. She grimaced at the faint - thankfully distant - smell of a nearby swamp, and, after taking in a few things in every direction, the girl briefly contemplated using the Force to throw a stone at the GARGANTUAN butt of a nearby grazing beast... Someone had called it a "Shaak" or something, if memory served. They were so bizarre-looking... However, that would not have been conductive to today's ceremony, nor to the atmosphere of relaxed learning that the good man Braze had been kind enough to offer them all on this moderately-comfortable, warmer-then-average day of this Mudhole that he had doubtlessly been conned into accepting as their meeting place.

Poor sap. That's what he gets for dealing with Hutts, in any capacity.

She took a moment to turn over the box he had given her as she sat down, taking a moment to lift one leg and pass gas as discreetly as she could right in the direction of that vile swamp (ha ha... fitting), even as she turned the little, intricate box end over end delicately in her dark-furred hands. It was indeed a thing of beauty... It would be a shame to damage or break it.

While she was a dour, if moral bookworm on account of various factors of her upbringing and due to her (loving) but neglectful parents, Fahlv was certainly as dedicated to the Force and its Light as resolutely as any other Jedi, regardless of whether she was intent on being either humorous or serious. The little fox alien closed her copper-colored eyes, clearing her mind and using the Force to prod into the intricacies, the contours, the molecular structure of the box she had been given, working the energy over the edges of the lid, then inwards, past the seam that was between the two halves... She grunted a bit, eyes still closed as the corner of one lip raised, and a single pointed canine was revealed. Her mind, through the energy of the Force, located the hinge, and, tracing back, the mechanism of the lock itself.

Her mind shifted the energy, more exploratory and probing then forceful and direct, until, at last, when she had all of the information she needed and when she was certain her mind, aided by the Force, had scoured every possible angle and detail carved into the little box, shifted forward with intention, calm and mental clarity...

Ker-clickt!

Opening her watery eyes to glance down at the box resting before her on the ground, the Fahlv smiled a little, even as her protocol droid hovered around the area, as though surveying the other students engaged with their own gifts, as silently as he could manage to do so, whisk-ing along like those ancient training remotes that the Old Republic had formerly used...

 

[Casaana]

At Fahlv's gesture, the human Padawan took her invitation and turned to look out over the landscape from the vantage point offered to her by her perch atop the wall. Nestled in the Gallo Mountains, the temple sanctuary had commanding views out across the verdant green swamps and into the rolling hills of the lowlands. All fed by the waterfalls sweeping past the elegant Nubian architecture they lived and learned in. Fahlv Vehnek blew a raspberry and the moment was over, maybe the girl didn't like being so surrounded by nature? She sure didn't seem to like the swamp far below, which Casaana got, swamp water was the worst, and the Padawan didn't want to think about the chore getting it or the decaying plant smell of the mud out of fur would be. Casaana hooked a thumbs up towards the girl and gave her a smile, keeping quiet for once as they joined the others.

As Braze gave her a box, she thanked him and looked it over, peering closely at it. She didn't much care for puzzles, preferring to work with mechanical things like ships, engines, and droids, which some people compared to giant puzzles, but those told her what was wrong. Frowning, she took a seat and turned the box over, listening as whatever was inside slid into a new corner. Maybe this box would too. "What have you got inside?" She quietly murmured to it as her fingers traced over the carvings, listening for a reply. "Yes, but how do I open you?"

Moody emanations from some of the other students distracted her, causing her to lose her concentration and look across to where others already had their boxes open. Standing, she moved a little further away to where Aliris seemed to be enjoying her puzzle and sat near her. "Mind if I join you?" She was already going at her box again as she asked, tongue peeking from between her lips in concentration.

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Aliris was much more absorbed in the box than she'd expected to be. She smiled warm, idly fiddling with the smooth wood to try and find the next step, letting the Force guide her as best she knew how. She found it after a moment. It felt like a chill, a cold spot as she neared something. A chill that felt welcoming, like the first day of winter, or a first snow.

She was about to press the button when movement caught her attention and another had sat beside her. Her eyes fluttered a bit in surprise before her smile returned. "You're welcome to." And they'd already started. Another quick blink of her eyes before a silent giggle escaped and she turned back to the button she'd found. A press, and another segment seemed to come loose for her to slide.

"It's oddly peaceful, solving this. Perhaps there's a trap somewhere, just to trip us up."

Casaana