Faction [THP] Inception

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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Location: Odessen, Hidden Path Enclave
Entry Type: Private Journal
Timestamp: [Encrypted]

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I thought he was shutting me out.

Connel.

I called Aunt Chrysa because I was worried — figured something was wrong. I didn’t expect… this.

They didn’t just disappear. They became something else. Omega Squad isn't a strike team anymore — they’re a storm in formation. I saw them step out of that shuttle and the whole place just… held its breath. No one said a word. You didn’t have to. You could feel it — something bigger than uniforms and weapons. These weren’t just Jedi or soldiers. They were purpose, walking.

And Connel?

He’s not the man I knew before Coruscant.

He’s more.

It’s in his voice, his posture, the way he looks at people like he already knows what they’ve lost — and he’s ready to carry it with them.

… and I get it now. Why he went silent. Why he kept me out. It wasn’t rejection.

It was protection.

And yeah, I’m not part of their squad — not like they are — but I know who I am. I know what I bring.

They need someone who can get them there, get them out, fly like hell and make sure they come home.

So I’m going to be that.

No second-guessing. No waiting for permission.

Just choice.

I’m here now. They’re not fighting alone anymore.

There was a kid, about my age near me. He looked bothered, I wanted to give him something.

That’s my cousin.

Okay, that sounded ridiculous.

– Michael

Acier Moonbound

 

[Kain Aldore]

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Kaleleon Acier Moonbound Everest Vale Tigris Aphra Csariden Thurion Heavenshield Shan Tarw Rhyfelwr Michael Angellus @Anyone else I missed | Open for direct contact.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd lost a fight. At first, it came in flashes. Da'Razel, then the next wave of coordinated blaster fire from some unknown shooter. He'd stopped both. The barrier he raised held… until it didn't. It flickered. The heat punched through. Burns bloomed across his body. His flight suit had done its job. Nothing third-degree, but part of him would've preferred that. At least then the pain might be easier to process. Now, every breath stung. The bacta patches helped, but not fast enough to work on his time-line. And in the end. He ran. Survival came first.

Now, he sat on a crate, watching Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble alongside the rest of those who'd shown up to stop this madness. It was ironic. Losing was what finally forced change. Kain hated that Coruscant had fallen. But deep down, maybe it was fate. The Order he'd once served needed to change. And here they were, doing what he'd been doing alone for years.

Rebellion.

Bacta patches lined his ribs, legs, and back beneath a thin medical gown. He didn't even remember how he'd gotten off-world—just what he had to do to get clear. Now here he was, among the Hidden Path. A group born from necessity, a force aiming to stamp out evil without waiting for someone else's permission. Yeah. This was his kind of thing.

He cleared his throat, wincing. The fire had scorched more than his skin. "You know me, Val," he rasped. "This has been my life for a while now. This isn't some new path. I've just finally got people I trust walking it with me." His gaze drifted to the others in the room. "Though I don't think I've met most of you... For those who don't know me: I was a Knight once. Then I left. The conflict got... twisted. We became like an antibiotic the body got used to. We'd become too predictable, too reactive. And because of that, we stopped being effective." He hated being the one to sour the mood after Val's speech, but someone had to say it.

Kain shifted on the crate, wincing with pain. "If you want to learn how to smuggle, I'll teach. I can get people out of the Core, fast too. If anyone makes contact, I'll be the first to start my engines. And as a bonus..." He gave a half-smile. "I've got a shop on Corellia. Could make a solid outpost if we want one just outside the Empire's shadow."

He paused. Then shrugged. "So yeah. Count me in. After all, misery loves company."

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

"Disrupting and destabilizing is nice. Really. It is. Clears the sinuses too!" Morris said sarcastically in his electronic tone.

"But how about something more substantial, Master Noble? You claim you need resources...I have plenty. I don't want to just disrupt or destabilize these Sith. I want to destroy their empire. I want to drive them back into the hell they crawled out of. Talk is what has put us on the back foot. The Alliance talked a good game, and now it's a giant galactic donut with a Sith shaped hole at the center. And possibly gooey chocolate frosting on the side. With sprinkles..." The masked warrior muttered, style of speaking much more natural and open then his regular speech pattern. He also made more noticable movement as he talked, in complete contrast to his public Identity.

"I have fought the Sith since I was a teenager. You could say it was the family business." he continued, now speaking to all present. They needed to know that he brought something tangible to this fight. Something they wouldn't be able to dismiss, even if it permanently put them on the Jedi's radar

"If you need troops...I also have those. I can supply ships, weapons, medical equipment. Whatever this hidden path of yours needs, I am more than capable of supplying it. But I need to know--and I need you and your husband to know, Master Noble--that I will not suffer my hard won assets to be wasted on half measures. I saw what happened at Coruscant, how the temple crumpled like paper ultimately before the onslaught. How the whole planet fell like a drunkard off a park bench with a bottle of rotgut in their hands."

He took a step closer to the center of the group, his illegal students in their golden Phrik armor shadowing him.

It was time for some rough truths. Truths that might be difficult for the idealists in the group to stomach.

"I'm fethin' awful at speeches. I detest giving them. But in this case I must." 'Morris' said.

"Let us not pretend that The Galactic Alliance is not corrupt. Let us not pretend it is not lazy. Let us not pretend it is not bloated and inefficient. Let us not pretend it was not asking for a disaster like Coruscant. And certainly we should not pretend Master Noble and other high ranking leadership in the Jedi do not share at least some of the responsibility for how things turned out. They can't entirely wash their hands of the dozens of dead and tortured Jedi whose lightsabers the Sith burned in special furnaces in the aftermath of their victory, any more than I can wash my hands of the troops who died under my command at Coruscant. Every last soldier who fought under my banner is my responsibility, and I rightly and shall always bare the blame for each one that died due to my miscalculations and mistakes at that battle. Perhaps some of you are offended by what I have just said. That is a good sign. It means part of you wonders whether or not I am right. For my part, I have not seen any evidence to contradict the assertions I have just made..." he said to those present. "Too many good and honorable members of the Jedi died at Coruscant. Heroes though they are, inspirations though they are, this long running blood feud with the maniac responsible for these deaths must come to a decisive end. We have enough dead heroes like Caltin Vanagor . We have enough pretty words of idealism to fill a poetry book." he muttered, electronic voice dropping an octave before it went softer.

"But I also must concede this much--neither the Galactic Alliance nor The Jedi Order must be allowed to be die. To lose this war against Darth Solipsis would usher in a tyranny and period of suffering worse than anything Darth Sidious ever dreamt up at his worst moments. As flawed as the system is, as broken and in need of reform--severe reform--as certain parts of it are--it still remains one of the least worst answers to a wide variety of extremely unpleasant alternatives. Everything must be considered to preserve both."

He looked at both Nobles.

"I came from a family that served as the guards in Jedi Temples for generations. We were one of the very oldest families in Galactic History to continually give our children to the Order. But we had an ancient set of directives separate from the mandates of the Code: Serve The Public Trust, Protect The Innocent, Uphold The Will of The Force."

(DIRECTIVE 4: CLASSIFIED)

"And I fully intend to uphold those directives...whether my judgement in how I go about it is sound, I will leave that to future generations to decide. But just so none of you think I'm just full of hot air...I brought something to demonstrate my commitment to victory and to support of our cause. You should be seeing it above us right about...now."

Something had finally executed hyper space and it was gigantic. It entered the system cloaked and at high speed.

The first thing they would have spotted was a shadow covering the whole area...the vessel entered the Atmosphere in a way something it's size should not have been able to...

It had fully decloaked by this point. It resembled a massive Flying Wing. It hovered over the landing site.

"My forces stole that from some very dangerous people. Some of whom work for me now." 'Morris' said.

"I dunno about any of you, but a giant stealth vessel seems like a pretty good asset to set up a command post from." The armored, masked mystery man said.

Connel Vanagor

Kain Aldore

Michael Angellus

Aris Noble

Everest Vale

Thurion Heavenshield

Csariden

Kaleleon

Tarw Rhyfelwr

Acier Moonbound

Shan

Kahlil Noble

Vera Noble

Tigris Aphra

Valery Noble

 

[Jane]

Tag: Open to everyone!

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Hope. That was what she felt in her chest, burning brighter and stronger. At least, she wasn't entirely sure if the emotion's name was hope. After all, it was perhaps the first emotion she felt since she could recall. But it felt like it was right. Yes, it felt as if she could run a mountain twice, and then go for another round. It was a bizarre, but comforting experience. The girl's small scarred hand rose to her chest and rested against her armor as she peered around.

So many others were joining the line. So many, with stories; personal and intimate.

Standing out to her was the man dressed in strange metal armor, she assumed. She did not like it. Too metallic. Even still, he spoke with such fire, even though it was a very intimate tale involving people she never heard of before. Her gaze stayed on Connel Vanagor for a second longer, taking him in fully this time. Even if she didn't like the quantity of metal on his body, she thought she'd rather go to war with someone like him. Jane raised her free little hand to him when he finished his statement, offering him a stiff wave followed by an even stiffer and awkward thumb up; she'd seen it in a holomovie once.

After was a younger person, somebody wounded, resting on a crate. When he moved, his face shifted in what she assumed to be pain. A former Knight who had left the Jedi. Yet, he had a lot to offer, including smuggling expertise and a business. She was interested. While now was not the moment to approach Kain Aldore and ask for more of his story, she made a mental note to meet him later. But she, too, gave him a stiff thumbs up once he finished.

Finally, another man dressed in too much metal for her tastes, but with harder words. He was asking for something more solid, for he was unwilling to put his assets at danger for half-hearted ideas. That much she understood. What came following sailed right over her head. Something about the Alliance being corrupt and lazy, and the Jedi being responsible for those who died on Coruscant. Perhaps it was her age, or the fact that she was still intellectually new to this world, or even the fact that she was not into politics; she couldn't keep up. But then he offered them a gigantic stealth ship, and that was a language she did understand. Jane's cybernetic eyes lingered on Nathan Bloodscrawl a second longer, before her attention drifted away.

Instead, Jane's eyes danced up towards the boy next to her, Acier Moonbound , who spoke to her with a whisper as more people began to speak. He had freckles, much like her, and his soul hummed a soothing tune. It wasn't as bright or intense, but it felt familiar in some sense. As if his song wasn't yet finished. Even though the area was packed and noisy in the Force, standing close to him was rather calming. "Ace. It is nice to meet you. I'm Jane, just Jane." She replied, copying his volume so she was whispering as well. "Why are they calling you Ace instead of Acier? Acier is a short name."

The girl's doll-like face shifted away for a moment until something came to mind, causing her to return her gaze to Acier. "I like your hair. It is very pretty. Are you a Jedi as well? Or a rebel?" She asked, her tone remaining matter-of-fact throughout. She wasn't the best at making friends, but she tried.

 

[Koda Fett]

BOUNTY HUNTER
SHADOW A JEDI
Kahlil Noble

Hunting Jedi came with risks. He considered the Jedi, largely, predictably unpredictable. Each of their arsenal's varied, whether that was their lightsaber or mastery of the Force. Some just weren't worth the hassle in a face-to-face confrontation. Descending down into the nest now was a fool's errand, but stalking and watching from afar suited just fine.

It paid, too.

Perched up in a tree, having climbed it the old-fashioned way as to avoid excess noise, Fett spied the Alliance base and the assorted Jedi through his rangefinder - yet unaware of the existence of the Hidden Path as a rebel cell. Behind a dense thicket of foliage, he peered through while carrying yossubi gas that nulled his existence in the Force.

He watched, he listened.

 

[Ran Serys]

Location: Odessen
Wearing: Personal Jedi Robes
Tags: Valery Noble & @Everyone | Open

Ran was among the few that stood behind Valery as she gave her speech. The mirialan had been on the planet longer than most, and she had helped get the outpost running. She did it out of duty, friendship, and a feeling that she was in Valery's debt. She didn't know if the feeling was true or born of insecurity. She didn't take the time to question it. After Coruscant, she was on auto-pilot, and for a person, being on auto-pilot was never good.

Ran could barely hear the words of Valery's speech as she lost herself in a mental malaise. Only key words jumped out. She heard Kahlil address Valery as a General, and it was all downhill from there. There were phrases like fighting over borders, and disrupting and destabilizing. While words echoed in her mind as well. There was Campaign, Support, and finally Enemy. Each word stayed with Ran longer than the previous.

While Valery's words slowed in her mind, so too did they crash into Ran's own complex emotions. The Knight felt a single tear explode down her face like water from a spigot. It hit her with the same surprise that the discovery of blood running from a freshly created wound did. She turned away from the crowd in shame. Unlike many present, Ran did not know if what was being put in front of her was a path she could follow Valery down. Not because she didn't believe in justice, or united fronts, or even what they were doing, but because Ran felt as if there was no fight left in her. The mirialan had been bred for war by the Sith, and she could never let that go. She was sick of meeting their intention for her, even if it had been a power she turned against them long ago.

Ran did not want any more war for herself. She did not want rebellion. She did not want more death. Not because she was afraid or selfish, but because she was tired, tired of conforming to the morality of the galaxy. She felt so disconnected from the force chasing what others felt was right, what she knew was right, but also what the force didn't. Other Jedi may have felt that their actions were being dictated by the force, but not Ran. She was its servant and yet she hadn't served, not in the way she felt a Jedi should. The only thing she wanted in that moment was to be of service, not in Valery's way, but some other way, any other way.

As Valery finished, Ran ducked into the threshold between the landing pad and the inside of the outpost. For a brief moment she was alone. More tears streamed down a singular eye while the other just welled. Ran could hear Connel, a dear friend and contemporary, speaking about his late father. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "I can't be here right now." Ran whispered to herself as she retreated further into the outpost. She didn't know if she could be there, period.

 

[Kaleleon]

After speaking those words, others came forward. Speaking their minds of what they felt was valued now, and what was needed. My heart raced at a pace not unlike I was in the throws of combat. The pounding so loud in my ears from the blood-flow that I could swear others could hear it. Even as another young man came up and vowed his own acceptance to join, Others spoke among themselves. Murmuring and undecided, or coming forth like myself and proclaiming they would do everything within their power and more to move the very mountains that would hold us back.

As the other man came up, I had my eyes scan the crowds. The voice of the other drowned out as I got lost among my thoughts. Feeling a pain in my chest. Such pain felt powerful. Felt destructive. It was a feeling I had many times before, but now, I could see, almost feel it in the very hearts of those who were in front of me.

For years, I learned the ability to feel emotions of others. If only so then I could inspire them to do better in conflict. A valor to be handed down. My hand outstretched to them and support them even in the face of Sith Battle Meditation. Doing so when the Dark Empire first attacked Coruscant. Now, there was something else. Something different. A pain that was much stronger. Deeply rooted and eating within. I tried to find it. Seeing who's face it was that felt such pain like myself. This familiar yet different feeling. Not dread, but... a doubt? I could start to feel it forming in myself. Why was I of all people the one who stood first? Was I right to be here and push this idea of the Force leading others? Was it my job as a Jedi to do this when there were others more capable than myself? Could I face my failures head on? Would I keep running and pushing the finish line further and further from myself because of trying to become better?

This painful reminder of what I had dealt with was not from me. I found it. It was not something on purpose. I could feel the others and their emotions. Even as the man beside me spoke of loss, not hearing much, not paying attention because I just- Gravitated to the feeling of this doubt. Such a strong emotion.

My eyes caught who it was. A Jedi in robes walked away from the group. Moving away from the group and inwards to the post itself. I looked down at my feet. Should I? Would I be... Could I? No I don't. Doubt all of this. She must be fine. Right. Right? No. She wasn't. The doubt was eating her. It consumed her entirely. I knew that feeling. It became stronger. Breaking out and I just... She is fine.

Debating with myself, My mind lost in its broken shards of failures, did not realize it moved on its own. Already making the decision for me. As if my very consciousness knew what I needed to do. I only realized I had moved away from the others when I came to a stop and spoke words towards the Jedi.

"Master Serys!"

My voice carried the distance. Even with her back to me, I could tell that there was something deeply wrong. All of my thoughts vanished and came back to me. Focused and flowing correctly. A stream that was soft and still. I didn't close the distance. Just stayed where I was. Leaving the space should she so desire to keep it.

"I uh..."

Words trailed off. Unsure of what to say, ask, point out, anything at all. Eventually, I did find those words. Soft, but there. Enough.

"I feel the doubt Master Serys. Its... breaking. I know not what thoughts cause this, but I feel it in the chest, in my stomach, and throat. It bubbles, and suffocates you. A lava that burns, and destroys the voice."

I knew how this felt. This feeling. A flash of the Escape pod and my fist slamming into it. NO! NO! I violently shook my head to remove the thought. I pushed it away. Taking a step closer after her. I dealt with this alone. I had. It hurt then just as much as it does now. The anger inside clouded the truth and I had to decide now. I had to change my own heart.

"You don't have to deal, or settle this alone. I know we are not close. Only meeting in passing, but that doesn't mean you have to be alone."

Ran Serys

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Odessen

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

More and more people were stepping forward, either in silent solidarity or with speeches of their own. One stood out to him, Connel Vanagor , tall, covered in black armor or cybernetics. Maybe both. Ace could sense his pain and loss, throbbing off of him like a wound.

The man spoke of his father and how he had died in the fighting. Ace's brows raised with empathy, ever so slightly. It was obvious, his father's death had ignited a fire in him - for this man, it was personal. Ace knew he'd use that fire for the good of everyone and in a strange way, it made him confident in having the armored man at their side.

One phrase stuck with him the most. "I have to be able to look at myself in the mirror." He wasn't sure why, maybe because lately he'd been dealing with his own issues of identity. What kind of man he wanted to be. And maybe it was just as simple as that? Just being able to live with yourself and your actions.

The girl's voice now matched his volume. Her name was Jane, no last name apparently. Jane definitely seemed to be a curious one, or the analytical type. She'd asked him why people called him Ace when his full name was already short. He hadn't actually... thought of that before. Ace rubbed the back of his neck and let out a low chuckle.

"I guess it's a term of endearment?" he tried to answer.

What she said next was completely unexpected though, his eyes glanced up at his hair. She thought it was pretty? He'd never received compliments on it before. Mostly ridicule or contempt. One childhood nickname came to mind - 'Snowhead'.

"I--Oh. Well, thanks." he said with a smile "I like yours too. And no, I'm not a Jedi or a... well, I guess I am a rebel now, huh."

He let that hang for a moment before giving Jane a look over

"Judging by your robes. Guess you're a Jedi?"

He didn't mean it like an accusation, just an observation. She was young, sure, but she had that posture. That stillness. Or maybe it was just the way she didn't flinch around people who looked like walking weapons. Like other Jedi he'd met, she also carried a light within her. But hers burned brighter than most, and with that came a warmth.

Then, Ace caught someone looking his way. A kid around his age. Shorter, a little leaner, short hair, and this... awkward earnestness that radiated off him. He was watching the crowd, but his gaze kept drifting to Ace like he wanted to say something.

And then he did. Ace didn't catch all of it, just the part about "his cousin". There was a weird note in the way he said it. Like he was trying to offer… something. Maybe comfort. Maybe connection. Ace blinked, slightly taken off guard. He hadn't expected anyone to check in on him.

He smirked, reflexively, not mockingly. Just because something about the guy was… endearing. There was a kind of loyalty in him that Ace recognized immediately. The kind that didn't wait for orders or fanfare. Just chose to be there.

"That your cousin?" Ace asked, nodding toward Connel. "Guess that makes your uncle the one who passed."

The smile faded just slightly. Not from discomfort, from understanding. Ace's tone softened, his posture shifting as he leaned a little closer.

"Sorry for your loss..."

Jane Michael Angellus ​

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

O D E S S E N
HIDDEN PATH SANCTUARY​

Thurion kept to the background as everyone rallied around the Nobles, ever the beacons of certainty in an uncertain galaxy. The cloaked giant would tower above all others, his identity obvious to some. He recognised many of those gathered, from Padawan to Jedi Master — some of whom had even fought beside him on the steps of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. A harrowing day for all.

Valery's speech was bold and honest, not too dissimilar to the one she'd given him on Midvinter. So much of his younger self did he recognise in her; that fire, that passion, that innate ability to bring out the best in people. Although not a drop of blood was shared between the two, even in his crestfallen state of mind did Thurion beam with fatherly pride. The Alliance and the New Jedi Order had existed long before their tenure, but now he got to experience the Nobles creating something from the ground up. It was exciting.

He was too ashamed to approach Connel Vanagor and his mother for the time being, averting his gaze whenever they'd look his way. The grief was far too near to him, and the pained expression of Chrysa's face made it all the more difficult. He waited in the wings, allowing others to speak of ideas and ideals, make proclamations and take oaths.

It was Connel's words that granted him the courage to step forward.

The Lion shed his cloak and drew the sword at his side, holding it aloft for all to see. He knelt, then, before the Nobles, pledging his undying allegiance. "My Lord. My Lady. Though I am weary of the struggle and am getting on in years, and confidence in mine own abilities is shaken, I offer you what strength I still possess. My kinsmen gave their all for a world they knew not, for a cause they believed just. Not one wavered in their duty, and neither shall I."

He stood, then, turning to address the masses.

"I, Thurion of House Heavenshield, stand with the Hidden Path until our work is finished, or until the Golden Hall beckons me. I will serve," he said, gaze finally meeting that of Connel and his mother, "in place of He who ought to be standing where I stand. In memory of my oath-brother... whom I loved... and in honour of those who gave their lives on the steps of the Jedi Temple, I will serve."

Only in death does duty end, he heard a whisper in Caltin's voice, imagined or true.

"I will help you bear this burden," he returned to Valery and Kahlil and pressed the hilt of his sword to his heart, "for as long as it is yours to bear."

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Ran Serys Acier Moonbound Jane Michael Angellus Kaleleon Kain Aldore Nathan Bloodscrawl Shan Aiden Rennek Everest Vale Csariden Tarw Rhyfelwr Lestra Thairk Gavin Restur Kara Jade Zarion Threx Gil Horn Kell Masaara ​

 

[Kara Jade]

Location: Odessen, Heading towards Briefing
Tags: Aiden Rennek | Tarw Rhyfelwr | w/ Cassius Jade​

The moment he heard his father’s voice, Cass practically zoned in on where Aiden was standing. “Dad!” He yelled, before immediately making a beeline towards where he was standing.

Kara could barely blink, intent on telling him to be careful, but the teenager was already gone. Dashing through the crowds of people with seeming ease as he made his way towards Aiden. She just chuckled, a smile on her face as she began to follow.

As she did though, Kara glanced around to see if she could spot some familiar faces. Valery was easy enough to spot, as was Kahlil right beside her. She recognized the towering form of Thurion Heavenshield, and then a familiar voice reached her ears.

The blonde turned her head in the direction, catching sight of Silas Westgard who had spoken up. It had been a long time since Kara had seen him, longer since that fateful day on Ilum that had almost killed them both.

She made a mental note to catch up at some point, but for now…

Kara finally caught up, just in time as Cass; without an ounce of hesitation, ran right into his father, hugging him. “I've missed you.” He said, his voice a little muffled.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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Location: Odessen, Hidden Path Enclave
Entry Type: Private Journal
Timestamp: [Encrypted]

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So this kid, standing next to me. Nice enough. He seems nice enough. Something off about his personality. Whoah! Wait, calm down! I don’t mean that in a bad way! I mean, it seems like this face he’s making is hiding something. Almost like a mask.

Maybe he needs a friend.

I know I do sometimes.

He seemed inspired when I acted like a proud mama about Connel… that’s so wrong of me to describe it… I was so weird…

Ugh… stupid “speech to text” journal… records everything…

UGH!

Him asking me about Uncle Caltin… yeah… that sucked.

Yeah, he was… no… no he is a great guy… anyway… name’s “Michael”...

Who knows, we may become great friends… we may just be cordial and go about our separate ways… can only find out after a handshake, right? There is a whoah! There’s a little girl over there with crazy cool shiny hair! ( Jane )

– Michael

Acier Moonbound

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I am always here beside you."

Perhaps not always literally by her side, but he would always be there when she needed it. Even now he stood behind her, glancing over the crowd as they spoke up. Refusal to succumb to fear, the push for hope, the desire to keep fighting. Even the worry that this was for naught, that something should've been done sooner.

No matter what, though, they were all going to be here to face it together. He would face it. with everything he had to offer.

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Odessan
Outfit: Armoured
Equipment: Rotary Cannon, heavy pistol, beskad
Tags: Aiden Rennek | Kara Jade

As someone approached him, Tarw looked over and nodded his head, "aye. Former marine." There was a lot of sadness and conflict within Tarw's short reply. The loss of giving up something that he had been born into, something that his father had worked with. Here Tarw was, throwing all that away. Dropping the legacy that his father upheld. But he had seen corruption, neglection and a failure to react in the GA for too long. He had stuck around there long enough that Tarw couldn't see how they would defeat the rising evils in the galaxy.

"How about your-" Tarw was about to ask before a kid ran into view. He blinked and realised that it was the other guy's son. Must have been a relief to see that your family was safe.

Valery then gave her speech, speaking on the reasons for the gathering and what was needed for the changes to be going ahead. Tarw listened and his mind couldn't move past the idea that most of the people here weren't ready for what was needed to be done. What the costs were for a true rebellion. There were families, people were happy and in love. Would they sacrifice all that? Surrender everything they held dear, leave morals behind in order to make the necessary evils for change?

Perhaps they thought speeches and good hearts would make the empires crumble?

Perhaps Tarw was too cynical and cold-hearted now. Grew too many callouses to see any version of this that ended without calculated sacrifices being made.

"What are your thoughts on all this?" Tarw asked Aiden, curious to see how another soldier was viewing these speeches made by the Jedi.

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Kell Masaara

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Vera blinked, just once, and then squinted toward the figure moving through the crowd. For a second, she couldn't find Kell at all. The voice, the posture, even the way she walked had changed just enough to throw her off completely. Then the reveal came, and Vera's eyes widened.

"Okay, that was pretty cool," she said as she jogged a few steps to catch up, her grin returning with full force. She looked Kell over, clearly impressed. "I thought you were someone completely different for a second."

Vera fell in beside her again, arms crossing over her chest. "That kind of skill is going to come in handy around here. Especially if we end up doing any infiltration work. Mom would probably say something serious about responsibility and not using it to sneak snacks out of the kitchen, but…"

She gave Kell another look, eyes playful. "I think she'd be impressed too."

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[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Aris Noble

Zaiya let out a "Whewww!" in a laughing whoosh.

Okay, maybe a little unerving, but it wasn't that bad. Not really. And she wasn't going to hold it against Aris because he'd been trying really hard. It was something to be proud of and she told him as much.

"You did okay!" she told him, finishing off post flight procedures before joining him. All jokes aside, that the Core had fallen had been a massive thing to process. It happened again, only this time, more systems had fallen under the wave of attack from Imperials. Tython and Coruscant ... even Commenor.

She had sent word to her previous guardian at the University to check if he was okay, and he said he was. The staff were fine and while some had decided to leave Commenor, a few had decided to stay with their students.

The question was, what now?

She'd reached out to Master Iris Arani and Master Shan , because she wanted to know what their plans were. So far Zaiya had been completing Outer Rim assistance missions and traveling between temples to study and learn. But what would the Jedi Order want to do next?

Domxite hopped up and perched on her shoulder, their tiny droid body settling down as their ocular senses took everything.

"So what do you think this will be about now?" she asked Aris.

 

[Kell Masaara]

Vera Noble

"If she found out, I'm sure," wink and a grin, "and I'm not saying it didn't happen once or twice, but it is always handy to have something to nibble on ever so conveniently in a pocket. Never know who could use it. I swear, though," Kell raises one hand and puts the other flat on her chest, "I'm reformed. Real Robac Hottor type - steal from the hutts and give to the poor, you know the drill."

Nevermind that the real historical one was as much a notorious thief as he was a drinker of his own kool-aid. It's a lot easier to steal from people that can't afford legions of armed guards to watch some random trinket in a villa you only visit once a year. As in many cases, however, the folklore outlasts the truth of the matter in the popular conscious.

"This is basically all I know how to do, though, even if I'm damn good at it. I had the honor of learning from Master Vanagor before Coruscant, but I won't pretend I can do tutaminis reliably yet, and forget saber fighting, unless they're throwing training droids at me to use the basics of Shii-cho on. I'm getting better, though. Slowly. How about you? What's your bag of tricks?"

 

[Jane]

Tag: Acier Moonbound , Michael Angellus (Open for everyone!)

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Term of endearment? Jane had never heard of anything like that before. How would that work for her if she had ever found someone who adored her enough to use endearments? Jan instead of Jane? Ja? Ace sounded like a fun name, but neither of those did. Ace at least had a ring to it. Nonetheless, Jane nodded her little head towards Acier. "I see. That is sweet."

Then she caught him glancing at his own hair as his soul song moved slightly. She couldn't quite read his feelings; all she got was a mix of happiness and insecurity. But she wasn't certain at all. None the less, he seemed to smile, so it must've been something good. "Oh. Thank you. My hair is a wig." Jane stroked her palm over a strand of hair on her right shoulder. "One day, I'd like to get another wig. With long hair. Although I doubt it'd be as pretty as yours."

Jane paused, listening to him try to figure out whether he was a rebel or not. "Yeh. You're a rebel now." The girl concluded, then looked down at her own robes. "Oh. I am a Jedi, yes. But a very new Jedi."

She was slow with noticing the person introducing himself as Michael. Only when Acier talked to him did Jane's black cybernetic eyes shift in his direction, watching him and their exchange. Something about an uncle? She was certain he was a great man indeed. When Michael turned in her direction, Jane leaned towards him, lifting on the tippy of her toes and offered her small scarred hand for a handshake. "Hello. I'm Jane."

Maybe this would be the chance to make another friend? Another rebel, or Jedi, to fight side by side with.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris was already listening to the talk ahead. The heartbeats, the voices, he could hear them even from the landing platform as the two approached. What was a bright, even playful, smile had dimmed to something more hardened and grim. They were readying to fight again. Another battle, another war. After the Forge, war had taken on a different meaning to the Epicanthix entirely.

"They're going to make a rebellion to fight the Empire and the Sith. Like how Azzie used to operate." What would Azurine Varek think of this? Master Jonyna Si ? He took a breath before he looked to Zaiya.

"Do you want to fight?"

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Odessen

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

Before Michael approached, there was a brief moment of conversation between Ace and the little Sephi. She confessed her hair was a wig which puzzled him, although he didn't show it on his face. A series of theories streamed in his mind as to why she needed to wear one.

However, he kept his thoughts and curiosity to himself, not wanting to insult or stir up anything within Jane if he asked. She complimented his hair again, calling it pretty. An awkward chuckle escaped him but he offered her a smile.

"Nah... I'm sure yours will be prettier." He was bad at taking compliments, even worse at returning them.

She'd confirmed she was indeed a Jedi. Albeit... freshly joined. And now she was being thrust into a war. Ace felt himself sigh involuntarily. Jane really shouldn't be here. But who was he to tell her where she should be? Ace sensed the hope burning within her, as hot as the sun. Even if he wanted to, he was sure she wouldn't listen.

Following the condolences Ace had offered Michael. He saw the small change in his expression, the hurt at being reminded of it. Ace didn't say anything else about the matter, not wanting to add more salt to the wound.

"Acier." he introduced himself, offering him a faint smirk.

His eyes lowered to Michael's hand, it took him a second but his hand reached out. Wrapping it around Michael's, he shook firmly. Ace let go when Jane introduced herself to Michael, he glanced down at her and his smile broadened a little more. Both Michael and Jane, there was something about them he couldn't quite figure out. He wasn't sure why, but after just meeting them - he could already feel an affinity toward them.

"Guess we're all in this together now, huh?" he paused, glancing between the pair "We'll make your uncle proud." Ace affirmed, nodding to Michael.

He'd thought establishing connections would be difficult. But so far? He'd met two pretty decent people already.

Jane Michael Angellus​

 

[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Kain Aldore , OPEN​

His gaze trailed throughout the space. Seems that after Valery Noble 's speech, pretty much everyone had stepped forwards to pledge their agreeance to this cause. Well, that's good.

Initially, he was going to slink into the back the crowd, and linger about for the time being. Though, it appears that everyone's taking the opportunity to speak to those near them. Jane seemed to be in a conversation of her own, so he opted to leave her alone for the time being. His eyes continued scanning about the place, though there was one person who had catch his interest. Primarily from what the man had said in his brief moment of speaking to the gathering.

Steps would trail over towards Kain Aldore , a hand holding onto his belt while the other kept a hold on the top of his hat. Approaching the man, he would eventually speak over as he had gotten closer. "Hey there."

"You said something 'bout teaching those who want to learn smuggling? I think I might be interested in that kind of thing-- I ain' thought much 'bout it, as normally I spend my time catching smugglers, but I think them skills might be of use to this movement we've got 'ere." With that out of the way, he stuck a hand out towards the man, offering a handshake.

"Name's Gavin."