Faction [THP] Inception

[Mishel]

Assets: Quiet & Still | Echo | Mercy
Ship: The Princess Leia​

Odessen

It was as it had always been, and as it likely always would be.

An endless push and pull between light and dark, tyranny and freedom. Mishel stood amidst the thick vegetation of Odessen, the scent of damp earth mixing with tension in the air. All around her were Jedi, scattered soldiers, a few rebels, and, unmistakably, at least one Mandalorian. A patchwork gathering. Scrappy. Determined. The kind of group forged in resistance.

It had been years since she'd last seen Valery Noble, let alone spoken with the Grandmaster. Yet here they were again, brought together by necessity.

Mishel moved through the crowd, her yellow robes unmistakable as she approached, a flicker of golden yellow among worn greys and armored plates. Valery's voice carried over the gathering, she spoke of enclaves, of outposts, and rebel strongholds. A growing network. A fragile one, but alive. Sparks in the dark.

The Empire's conquest of the Core had shattered everything. Billions displaced. Families torn apart. Entire cultures erased under banners of false peace and efficient subjugation.

Mishel said nothing at first. She listened.

The next to speak was a Jedi, Gil Horn. Young, probably. Earnest. He asked for help. For shelter, for safety. A place where refugees could begin again.

She stepped forward then, raising her voice without needing to shout, letting the Force carry the weight of her words.

"Then you shall have my aid," she said with calm conviction. "I am Master Mishel Kryze, and I represent the Lotus Enclave of Monastery."

She paused, gaze sweeping across the assembly.

"There, I oversee the Rave Merrill Academy and the Jedi Temple of Monastery. If you, or anyone in need, seeks refuge, training, or time to heal... you are welcome."

Her tone softened slightly.

"Truth be told, I don't recognize many of you with the exception of Master Noble, but that doesn't matter. Not here. Not now."

"What I have, I'll share. For the Hidden Path. For the Rebel Alliance. For any Jedi who walks in the light, even if their steps are uncertain."

Others were offering aid, too. She'd heard them, Shan, Everest Vale, and an Iridonian she didn't know. Didn't matter. What mattered was this: they weren't alone.

Not anymore.

TAGS: Valery Noble | Azurine Varek | Vyn Daldoure | Shan | Everest Vale | et al
[Open to Interaction | There's a lot of you here so apologies for missed tags]​

 

[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Kain Aldore , Jane , Acier Moonbound , OPEN​

It was evident that the man was paying attention to Kain Aldore as he spoke, his head being tilted slightly to the side as he listened. He was the one to approach the man, after all. Why wouldn't he be paying attention to the information he sought after? And while it was very evident to him that Kain wasn't in the best shape to make long conversation at the moment, for the time being it seemed that the man was wanting to.

["I'd say you if you've caught em', ya already understand the game better than most."]

"I suppose so, but the smugglers I catch are usually the ones who get found out, to which I go after them once their name is plastered everywhere." Spoken with a shrug. He wasn't someone who actively searched through someone's ship to see if they're a smuggler or not. He's what the Alliance sends to capture the smugglers they know about. "And besides, I know that the good ones are the ones that get away, and the really good ones are the ones no one know about." Continuing to listen to the man after.

["So pick something... it doesn't have to be permanent. But humor me. Give me an example."]

As he was about to respond, Valery Noble spoke up again, giving her breakdown on what needs to be done. From what he gathered, it was broken down between setting up hidden outposts, bases, and communications, and evacuating people who still need a way out. He'll have to debate on which section he wished to partake in, though he thinks he's more of a frontliner than anything. Not to mention he still has his duties with the Alliance to fulfill, too.

His gaze returned to Kain, afterwards. "Well... how 'bout we go with.... I don't know, smugglin' weapons to a hidden cell?" Letting both hands rest on his belt, in the meanwhile.

Though, likely before the other was able to respond, Jane had approached, with Acier Moonbound in tow, with a possible Michael Angellus trailing behind. His gaze tilted towards the approaching group, with a brief raise of his brow.

["Hello. I'm Jane. I can't shake hands since I am holding Ace."]

"Hello again, lil' Jane." With a brief nod of his head towards her. Glancing towards the mentioned "Ace" that she has with her, and having a light smile present on his face. "Hey there. Name's Gavin." A hand lifting up briefly, flicking the brim of his own hat in greeting.

["You mentioned smuggling previously. Smuggling people is required during evacuations. In some way. We need someone who is able to fly. Would you like to help?"]

With a brief look between Kain and Jane (hey, their names rhyme), he spoke up as well. "I do got a decently big ship. Could probably fit 'round... fifteen, twenty people, if I had to reckon." Turning, and motioning towards where his ship, Horizon's Solitude, was parked. Turning back, after.

Though, there was a brief lean, looking at Aether Verd calling out for an "Acier". Acier, Ace... might be the same person? Looking towards Acier, as he pointed towards where Aether was. "Think someone's looking for ya'."

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Companion: Isari
Tag: Azurine Varek Tigris Aphra

Eve had only just stepped back beside Tigris when movement at the far edge of the platform caught her eye. Her breath hitched.

Even from a distance, she knew her, hood drawn low, shoulders tense, a kind of silence that felt like it swallowed whole. But she knew who it was. She could feel her aura unmistakably. Azzie.

For one trembling heartbeat, Eve didn’t move. Then her hand slipped from Tigris’ without a word, and before she could think, she was running.

The world blurred around her. The crowd, the hum of engines, the wind cutting sharp across the cliffs. None of it mattered. Not until she reached her.

Eve dropped to her knees in front of her sister and wrapped her arms around her, holding on as if she might vanish if she let go. Her eye stung, tears breaking free before she could stop them.

"A—Azzie..." Her voice cracked into a whisper against Azzie’s shoulder. "Are you… are you okay?"

The question was barely audible, more plea than words, but she didn’t care who heard. She didn’t even care if Azzie could answer. All that mattered was that she was here. Alive. And Eve wasn’t about to let go. Not for a long while.

 

[Koda Fett]

BOUNTY HUNTER
SHADOW A JEDI
Kahlil Noble

He got more than he bargained for.

The Hidden Path, a rebel alliance, and a network of Jedi cells to span out across the stars. Decidedly not the Galactic Alliance.

Fett, with his rangefinder lowered, was recording the scene below with the audio receptors honing in on wherever his visored gaze fell. Gloved fingers tapped away at the gauntlet with a quick glance, opening a broadcast to Jerec. Bounty client ought to know.

"On Odessen," he said, the footage being sent across to the Ithorian. "Jedi are planning their own rebellion movement. I expect more than the standard rate for this one."

Jerec Asyr

 

[Tigris Aphra]

Tigris stood silently as the ships came in and those answering the call gathered. Many were familiar faces, some were strangers. The Atrisian had taken her place at her fiance's side, Everest Vale. the Echani's pristine white jedi robes a stark contrast to Tigris' more comfortable, mundane, less modest garments.

The tattooed padawan's features were sober, dark calculating gaze measuring every soul who gathered for this arguably monumental moment.

The loss of Coruscant, and the Jedi Temple in particular, weighed heavily on Tigris. In the aftermath, in the flight from defeat, doubts and angst plagued her. Did she buy into the larger sense of responsibility the Jedi took on to fix everything, or to function as an auxiallry to the Alliance? She had been a loner, had worked better that way. Three years in and she had only acquaintences among her fellow Jedi, mostly due to her own aversion to being social. Had it not been for Everest Vale , Tigris may have slipped away again into the shadows.

She watched when the silver-haired Echani stepped forward to offer to head up an enclave on Eshan. That was Eve. The woman had gone through her own dark times, but Everest was commited to Jedi virtues, an admittedly stellar example, loved by all for good reason.

Everest was why Tigris was there. She had fallen in love with her fellow padawan. Tigris' heart was desperately bound to Eve. They had planned a life together, in spite of the galaxy's habit of going to hell everytime they turned around. Their marriage and life together was the first future Tigris had ever allowed herself to dream of.

But she was also behind Valery Noble 's vision. There was an appeal in struggling against the machine, much more than in being the machine.

Still, she remained silent as Valery spoke again, Tigris' own master Kahlil Noble at his wife's side. The Noble couple were an inspiration, and gave Tigris hope that one could be Jedi and still have a family. Though she knew the couple spent so much time apart. Tigris and Everest would as well.

Tigris sensed a flare in Eve through their bond, even as the Echani's hand slipped from hers. Dark eyes followed the path of her fiance, until they found the reason for Eve's glee. Azurine. A small smile tugged at Tigris' lips. She liked the Irodian, and of Everest's friends, or of any of the Jedi, Tigris was probably closest to Azzie. She offered a grin and a head nod.

The conversation continued, commitments, questions, and support offered from around the galaxy. It was happening, and Tigris would add another name to the list she had garnered during her life... rebel.

 

[Kara Jade]

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

“Yep!” Cass replied, nodding his head with excitement. “Literally woke up one morning and I was like super tall.” It was a tad bit of an exaggeration, given he was still a good deal shorter than Aiden. Not that it was going to take many more years before Cass was just as tall. “I wanted to tell you immediately, but mum said it would be better to wait and surprise you.”

“To which I was not entirely incorrect, your face upon seeing him was a delight.” Kara replied, smiling as she finally reached them. “It has been quite a while, Aiden. That last deployment had you away for what felt like forever. How have you been?” She asked, her voice warm and doing nothing to hide the care she had towards the marine.

And of course not to be rude, she turned to face Tarw, offering a hand to shake. “Kara Jade, and this is my son Cassius.”

She listened to Valery’s continued speech, laying out a basic framework of what needed to be done. And honestly? Kara had no idea which would better suit her. Ultimately, her and Cass were without a home now. Which wasn’t anything new for Kara, but it was for her son.

It’s a silver lining I suppose, that he’s a teenager now. If he was still just a child…I dunno how he’d be handling this. Either way, far too young to be in the middle of this.

Kara’s thoughts were interrupted as she caught sight of a squad approaching their direction, only for them to pause and listen to Valery. Eight of them in total, with one seemingly the leader of the bunch.

She turned to face where Valery stood, and gave the Jedi Master a firm nod. “It might've been years since I last took up my lightsaber, but if you need a pilot I can help.”

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Odessen

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

Ace remained silent as Michael and Jane spoke, meanwhile he glanced around the briefing area and was still amazed by how many people were here. He glanced toward Valery again, this was all her doing. She was able to rally all of these people, commit to a cause. Even outcasts and loners like himself. Truly, she was an impressive person. She'd definitely go down in galactic history as a great unifier.

He returned his attention to the pair once more, hearing Michael mention that his uncle never wanted to be considered anything special. Ace smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. But before he could answer Michael's question about meeting Connel and his Omega Squad - Valery began to speak again.

Ace's gaze gravitated to the large holomap that she gestured too. He scanned its contents as she spoke, internally deciding where he'd even go. The Jedi enclave? He wasn't a Jedi, nor did he want to be one. But the military outposts... he wasn't a soldier either. Maybe he'd decide on that later, Valery began to speak of more important matters. Assignments, and how they could make a difference.

A part of him wanted to go with her into the frontlines, but another wondered if he'd be more effective helping with evacuation. His decision ended up being made for him as he felt Jane tug at his wrist, pulling him... somewhere.

Blinking, he glanced down in complete bewilderment "Jane, what're you--?"

Having been brought over to Kain Aldore and Gavin Restur . He quickly realized that the little Jedi was volunteering both of them to help with the evacuations. A low chuckle escaped him, Jane was a firecracker for sure. Knew what she wanted and wouldn't let anyone stop her.

Ace nodded "Good to meet you, Gavin." then turned to Kain and did the same.

While Jane and Gavin conversed, Ace felt a familiar presence tug at the edge of his senses. A familiar fire, controlled but intense. Then, he heard his voice. It was Aether. Aether was here? Gently, Ace pulled his arm and away from Jane's grip as he turned to the source of the voice.

"Yeah. He's my brother." he said in response to Gavin.

Without elaboration, he departed from Jane, Kain, Gavin and possibly Michael, heading toward Aether. A smile grew on his face before his arms spread and wrapped around his older brother in a warm embrace. Acier wasn't an affectionate person, but Aether? He was one of the few people in the galaxy that he could let his guard down with.

"What're you doing here?"

Then it clicked, how was he here? Had Valery reached out to him? Would she have reached out? Knowing that his responsbilities were to the Mandalorian Empire. Ace's face flashed with realization, then he smirked.

"You had me followed?"

Aether Verd Jane Michael Angellus ​

 

[Lyra Zan]

"You are late." The feminine tinny voiced tone annoyingly.

"Shut it." Lyra snapped, holding up her hand and closing the fingertips to her thumbtip, as if pinching closed invisible lips on the bug-eyed protocol droid. She plucked the cig from between her lips and crushed it out against the droid's chest, placing the butt in its metallic hand. "Better late than never." The woman quipped, striding down the transport's entry ramp.

"Can't fail with that business model..." The droid retorted dryly before ambling back into the ship.

Lyra saw the large gathering at the platform. The event was well underway, with the charismatic Valery Noble addressing the motley crew assembled. Not that Lyra had ever seen the famed Jedi, but what she had heard fit the impressive figure speaking to the crowd. The Epicanthix spacer drew up to the rear of the gathering, crossed her arms and listened.

She had told RA-90 she was there because maybe there was the potential for lucrative work. Why the droid cared about making a credit was beyond her. In truth, Lyra was motivated by something that whispered to her in her bunk at night. How long would you just live for the next day, the next experience, the next career? So much skill and knowledge gained, so much stuff acquired, and she had no one, but a smart-vocabulator of a droid. Purpose, Lyra longed for purpose.

The criminal organizations held no appeal, she didn't mind getting dirty, but not that kind of dirty. The Alliance, the High Republic, so much protocol and rules. Mandos...too serious, the Empire...to pushy, Sith...so damn dramatic. But the invitation she received, well, it didn't come to her. Lyra came about it second hand, but the prospect of this new movement resonated with that nagging voice in her conscience... do something with your life. She took a chance and set down on Odessen.

What could Lyra offer? Well, Valery Noble mentioned, soldiers, Jedi and pilots. Lyra had been two of the three. That would count for something.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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


Whoah! This big dude with EVEN MORE CRAZY HAIR! ( Aether Verd ) is looking for Acier’s brother? Okay, this is getting intense. The thing is, it’s getting late, and I need to report back to Naboo. I can’t shake the feeling that this is more than just a random encounter. There’s something about this guy that feels off, like he’s hiding something. I’ll have to dig deeper into this when I get back. For now, I need to focus on getting home safely.

I’m gonna sound like a “geek” here, but I am loving your hat. @Gavin Restur.

Ridiculous.

This bites. I have “duty” to get to, but I want to stay. I won’t deny my responsibility though, Connel himself, who at this point is giving me a knowing look would kill me. The thing that sucks though, is I feel comfortable right now. Chatting and making friends. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud to serve the Republic, but this is how I WANT to feel.

Oh well, time to make the best of it.

Hey, listen guys. I really need to get going, but I want to give each of you my contact information. We need to keep in touch, okay? I can’t promise I will always be here, I have responsibilities, but I will be here whenever I can. You guys are cool, and I want to be and stay friends.

I still can’t get over how that girl is GLOWING ( Zaiya Ceti )... I mean, is she… no… can’t say it… it’s rude. I don’t mean it bad.
DANK FERRIK!
Stop thinking out loud!

Before I go though, let’s meet Omega Squad.

I hope I can carry this over to duty in the Republic.

– Michael
TAG:

This is where he is speaking

 

[Vera Noble]

​

Tag: Kell Masaara

​

Vera grinned at the theatrics, bumping her shoulder again with a little more force this time. "Coolant outflow sounds a bit dramatic. I'll keep that in mind for your next tragic performance." She hooked her thumbs into the strap of her belt and glanced up at the sky for a second, thinking.

"I can sort of... encourage visions to happen," she said, "If I focus hard enough and the Force is willing, I can pull something through. But it's not like a search bar. I don't get to type in what I want. Sometimes it's people. Sometimes places. Sometimes just feelings that make my head hurt."

Then her eyes lit up again.

"But runes? I can show you those any time. I keep a few drawn in my journal for practice, and I can carve them into surfaces too. Wards, shields, traps, even alerts if someone crosses a line. They're simple, but they're solid. My dad taught me most of what I know, and I've been adding my own spin since then."

She turned her gaze ahead, watching her mother for a moment as Valery moved through the crowd.

"So what about you?" she asked, shifting her attention back to Kell. "How do you want to help the rebellion? There's more than one way to fight. I'm guessing you've already thought about it."

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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

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

The meeting was going in full swing with the discussion positioning the network between enclaves, outposts and stations. Lingering nowhere too long and making sure that they operated from many angles. While they were a considerable force, they were facing thousands, if not millions that would be standing against them. A growing force while there was no guarantee that their rebellion would grow, in fact, there was a likelihood there would be far more losses than there would be gains. At least initially, oppressive forces of the Galactic Empire had to ensure that they unwavering, unbroken.

Tarw was not sure how Aiden and Kara were going to be handling having a child in the middle of this rebellion, it seemed dangerous but he respected their dedication to the cause. "Pleasure to meet you Kara. Tarw. Tarw Rhyfelwr." Tarw introduced himself to the pair, shaking Kara's hand with a firm grip and nodded his head to both her and Cassius. Other soldiers made their way to the group, growing the numbers, and Tarw gave them all a nod in greeting.

"Tarw, marine. Good to see other soldiers signing up. Jedi will need people who know how to get down and dirty to get through these fights. Rebellions aren't as clean as some of them might like to think." Tarw stated. He trusted that they would all do their best, but he was acknowledging that some of these Jedi were too green, too unaware of what challenges they were going to be signing up for.

Looking around, Tarw stepped forward, making his presence known. "I ain't going to give a big speech, or offer hope. That is someone else's job, someone else's talent. I don't have a base, but I got a shuttle, some fury and just enough insanity that I think we take on this empire. I'll be fighting, pushing back at every opportunity I get. So feel free to join me and know that you got a mission that needs a big gun, I'll be there." Tarw was making sure that no one felt alone or that they would be without help in their missions, he would be there and he would fight.

Risking everything for a brighter future that he might never see.

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Minerva Fhirdiad stepped out of the shadows. Admittedly she was late to this party but she came all the same. The armored warrior into the crowd. She recognized a number of those who were here like Valery Noble and her husband. Many of the others were complete strangers to her but Minerva trusted those who organized this shindig. Folding her arms together the Mandalorian listens to the marine make the latest pledge to the cause, taking it in.

It had taken her some time but she managed to contact some of her former GADF comrades who are now with the Hidden Path, hence her presence here. Through her T-Visor she noted a good number of veterans with plenty of rookies. This certainly won't be like the Alliance military and in their case that will be to their advantage. Minerva closed her eyes for a few moments to consider what she wanted to say.

Sighing Minerva then removed her helmet for all to see, placing it at the left hip as her scarred face glanced around the room again. Without further delay she bluntly declared.

"The Sith and their worshippers are forever my enemies. Take it as you will."

Clearing her throat Minerva added.

"I am a daughter of Mandalore but I am a rebel as well."

She then savagely smirked with a wink. "Whether it is to fight cultists, blow up their crap, help carry stuff or show your recruits how to fight you can count me in.”

 

[Ran Serys]

Location: Odessen
Wearing: Personal Jedi Robes
Tags: Kaleleon

"Master Serys!"

She was a Jedi Master. She was a Serys. It was only natural that Ran froze upon hearing her name, but she was still for only a moment before she turned and found the younger man stuttering over the space between them. “Kaleleon.” She said almost in a whisper, as if she was giving the name back to him.

"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. 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 didn’t interrupt. She understood he was an empath, and that he could feel her emotions. She also understood that the problem with feeling one’s emotions is that emotions are only one part of the truth. Kaleleon was right about Ran, but not wholly and that is what broke her. As he took a step forward, she took a step back.

“So what, Kaleleon? You want to keep me company? Because you can feel my emotions, you think you can understand me? Is that it?” Ran questioned emphatically, and before he could respond she continued. She was lashing out, spiraling, wrongfully. “You are operating with only a fraction of what is available to you. You are like so many others out there. Blind.” She accused, pointing her finger past him to the landing port, and to the assembly. “And so am I.” She admitted tenderly. The truth, it was, and it set her free.

The tears stopped briefly when she began to ask Kaleleon questions, but as quickly as they had gone, they returned. When she finished, she was a statue save for the water dancing down her cheeks. “Well no more. I will aid in this rebellion, but I will not declare war on the villains of the galaxy as I have in the past. I will not wage it in hopes of victory or glory! Unification, peace, justice, none of those things will entice me! The only thing I will let guide me is the Force!” She informed. “If you can abide that, Kaleleon, then fine. Walk beside me. Help me not face this path alone for today. If you can’t, go play hero with them out there.” Ran pointed again, her uncertainty finally replaced by a seemingly bizarre combination of cooperation and resistance.

 

[Kaleleon]

I could sense the change before it happened. Master Serys was on the verge of dealing with something that greatly affected and afflicted her. Yet that was all that I could know in any given moment. I could not read thoughts any better than someone without the force. Emotions though, I can feel and see. It radiated from her brightly. It had been subdued when I first made contact with the Master Jedi. Now, the emotional spectrum was flaring out akin to petals of a flower. Each color different and vibrant in how it painted her. Yet, her voice raised, and began to yell at me.

I stood there. Taking whatever verbal punishment she would give. I took none of this personally. She was right. I only knew so much. However, that is exactly why I came to her. Why I stopped her and sought after her. For someone else to understand whatever a person feels, thinks, and experiences, one must speak and communicate. This, was her communication. The outlash of emotions and words thrown at me like a child who didn't understand. Even as she continued to yell at me, I broke the barrier between us. Walking forward to be standing directly in front of her. Just looking. Soft and understanding that emotions like this were not wrong, or bad. But needed to be felt and experienced. They were things that needed to be... human.

I let her continue. Not daring to interrupt her. She proclaimed that heroism, glory, victory, and things that would increase a morale of such forces, were not what she was after. There was only the force. It was only the guidance of such that she found acceptable for the reason she was here. It took no time to understand that. Accolades of combat, medals for bravely serving the civilian populace, names written into memorials to honor the dead who gave that sacrifice. She wanted none of it. And I, understood.

"I am not a Hero in any sense of the word. I'm a Farmer boy from Weik. A planet far off from any other system. I grew up in the dirt and fields tending to cattle and crops. I did not leave my home, my family, to become a hero. I became a Jedi because I had the power, the ability, and the responsibility to do everything I could to better the people around me. That is why I am here."

One more step closer.

"You are right. I do not know what you are going through. I do not read your mind. I am ignorant of what you are dealing with, but that doesn't mean I have to be. That doesn't mean I have to just let you deal with it on your own. You know I went into exile after Csilla, and the Hyperspace War. What I never said was why."

Another Step closer.

"I dealt with my personal demons alone. Fearing that if anyone else saw me in such a low, I would not be a Jedi. I would not be the person who was supposed to help others. I doubted everything. My training, My life, my master, the jedi, the order. Everything. It all meant nothing to me after losing my friends and family to the Maw, and their weapons of destruction. Of all people who are here today, I know pain in ways many would find nightmarish."

One final step closer. Direct and nearly on her.

"The only thing I had was the force, Ran. Please do not see me as some ignorant child, or padawan. I see and feel the same emotions you do. I feel them. I know those feelings. Intimately. So I came to you. Wanting to help. Wanting to not see you, or anyone else, fall to the depths that I had. That is not what a hero is or does. Heroes are not real."

Looking at her deeply. Seeing the tears leaving darkened marks upon her face. Knowing that someone was feeling such things in such a way. Visibly showing it nearly in the openness of the post. I found what I needed to do. Even if it was just for one person. Even using her first name. Something I don't do hardly ever.

"We are people. And I will follow you as long as you need me, Ran."

Ran Serys

 

[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

"Do you want to fight?"

Zaiya took a moment to ponder this, and through the shared resonance of their necklaces, Aris would feel that she was conflicted but also genuinely wanted to help.

"I don't think anyone wants to fight. But if we need to be able to fight to help protect those that cannot defend themselves in the wake of the Empire retaking the core, I'm ready to." the Lovalla Padawan finally replied.

She bit her lower lip as her colorful head swiveled to take in the speech by Valery and the others who were discussing the building of outposts and enclaves.

Her hand went reaching over to clasp Aris's, interlocking and weaving her fingers through his. After a second, she turned to look at him, her vibrancy muting just slightly as amber and soft dove grey streaks would dribble down her cheeks and bare shoulders.

"Does this mean I will see you less?"

To be honest, with everything going on, she also wasn't sure where she'd be staying now that Coruscant was no longer an option as well as the Prosperity.

Maybe Iris would have an idea?

 

[Fa-Olan Warren]

Fa-Olan listened to Master Noble speak, hearing her words and the inspiration behind them. He was also highly attuned to the Living Force, and that allowed Fa-Olan to feel the plethora of emotions and responses through the Force, as those around began to react in different ways; some seemed excited, eager, ready for action, while some felt uncertain and lost, with fewer still... angry. At what, Fa-Olan didn't know, but he supposed it made sense that loss and the attacks could be to blame.

Or maybe not.

Fa-Olan couldn't tell yet, he was only a Padawan with middling abilities thus far, and no allocated Master.

As groups of individuals began to speak with each other, Fa-Olan became aware he was still skirting the edge of the gathering, and decided to find some friendly faces - or at least others, Padawans, in similar circumstances as himself. As the youth moved through the throng, he offered water or rations to those that responded to his offered items. They weren't special, little more than long-life servings or capped water, but at least it was something.

Suddenly, overhead, there was a crack of thunder--

"Uhhh..."

--and from high above, a machine-looking beast descended with a roar and thump. Fa-Olan froze, eyes wide, as he stared at the mysterious and unknown thing, unsure what it was. A monster, but a metal one? Was it a threat? Given there was no snap-hiss of lightsabers activating or a call to defend, the Morellian supposed that meant things were... not so bad. Then the silver armor clad rider stepped down, which was yet another culture Fa-Olan was largely unfamiliar with - a Mandalorian, if his galactic study lessons were right - and watched absently as the individual sought someone in the mix of beings around.

"Wild... huh, whatever those beasts are, they're imposing." Fa-Olan muttered to himself. "And kinda wizard."

Nonetheless, once the shock had worn off, Fa-Olan continued to circle the gathering. He saw some fellow Padawans ahead and approached the pair. He waited on the peripheral, just beyond intruding on their conversation, and waited for an opening to greet. He recognized Vera, of course, though he wasn't familiar with the other. Still, what they spoke about was interesting, as Fa-Olan caught the end of Vera mentioning her visions and Force runes - which was pretty impressive - and caught up in the excitement the pair had, Fa-Olan spoke up:

"I-I moved some rocks," he blurted, then paused and blinked. "I mean, with the Force. Not just picking them up with my hands."

Kill me.

"Not as astral as your powers, though, hah."

Please.

"Um, sorry, I'm Fa-Olan," the youth looked down to the numerous packs strapped across his body, over his white and teal robes. "Do you... want some water or rations? That's why I came over, to offer some food."

Fa-Olan bit his lip.

"AND to see what you might be doing, as Padawans, with all this--" he motioned to the gathering, to those planning and preparing. "--so I can kind of decide what to do, too?"

Honestly, Fa-Olan was so new to the Jedi Order that he was lost. Life over the last few days had been a whirlwind, and a very, very far cry from the mining colony life he had experienced up until half a dozen months ago...

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Vera Noble | Kell Masaara | Valery Noble (mention) | Aether Verd (mention) | Open​

 

[Kell Masaara]

Vera Noble

Kell bumps her back this time - we can have a little low-key roughhousing. As a treat. It's important to be on good terms with your comrades in arms, after all, and who is she to deny a bump or two? Or three? "Finally, someone who understands my artistic process. We're gonna turn some heads, you and me, if we keep up the good work," she nods, sagely, as if there was sagely advice to be had from that, before running a hand back through her bushy hair.

"Boy, there's a good question. I don't know that I'm qualified to run and organize some cell out in the boondocks, and I'm certainty not the right fit to run an enclave. It's not very Jedi of me, but I can't deny that I feel the urge to make the Empire bleed for what they've done, and I didn't make a lightsaber so it could sit pretty on my shelf, but I can't fight to save my skin unless they're throwing one or two hood rats at me. I could probably evacuate people if I had some decent instruction - moving in 3D is a lot more to deal with than just on the ground."

She shrugs, "I don't really know where to commit just yet. How about you? Maybe we can figure something out while we swap notes."

 

[Kain Aldore]

Tags Direct: Gavin Restur Jane Acier Moonbound Michael Angellus
Nearby: @All the peeps

"Okay we have a starting point. in theory weapons themselves aren't that hard to smuggle. Obtain them from X client, then move them. Most authorities across the galaxy have people working for them who aren't infallible. Creds go a long way in getting past customs. Sometimes if your ship has the hiding places and correct shielding, then that won't even be an issue. It gets hard when trying to deliver to Y-" He never got to finish his sentence. More like the whole conversation had been derailed.

It was like he received a bout of whiplash on top of the various burns. Jane had show up with another two young men Acier Moonbound and Michael Angellus . Her barrage of words were filtered through Kains tried and true method. Only listening to the parts of the multiple conversations happening that might indicate serious harm or death. "I'm Kain-" Like a repulsor lift she just kept on ahead. The young men besides her looked as confused as Kain and Gavin did. He picked up the words, smuggling, evacuation and flying. Which all made his eyebrow raise with curiosity while watching the young girl rattle off her idea.

Now looking fully back at Gavin, Kain nodded towards his ship and gave a whistle of approval. "Hey the more the merrier right?" He'd spoken as if he didn't even need to be sold on this idea. Because in truth. He didn't, were he not healing, he'd already be on his ship back to the core. "We can take the Runner too. Or just all pile into one or the other." He motioned with his head towards his own light-freighter parked away from the group.

Yet his already stretched attention span was taken ahold of by the new arrival. The Mand'alor himself. Aether Verd . Suddenly Kain had been really glad he ripped off the Diarchy instead of the Mando's. Especially if young Ace here was the Lords blood relative. Kain however found great levity in this situation, and a smile formed. Oh how he would need to contain the words. "Please tell me you're the diplomatic one?" He spoke to Ace as the young man went to confront his sibling.

Now looking back to those who he assumed were still around him. He gave a wave as Michael walked off for what Kain assumed were patrol duties. The looked to Jane and Gavin again.

"Ok lets talk logistic. We really should make a stop on Mon Cala for medical supplies. Then If I had my way I'd see about dropping some creds on foodstuffs and a few gallons of water before we commit to this. Outside of that, I say lets go off half-cocked and I'll try not to lose the rest of my voice mid jump!"

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris blinked at the question. Of all the things he thought they'd end up talking about with this line of thought, with this rebellion brewing, seeing him less? He smiled after a moment, reaching down to briefly take her hand in his. Gave it a gentle squeeze before letting their hands rest between them as he continued to walk towards the meeting.

"Maybe. But also, you'll probably see me more too. We're adults now right? Once you complete your training to be a knight, what do you think about finding a place to live together? Like we used to in the dorms on Coruscant?"

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery listened to each voice as they stepped forward. Some uncertain. Some determined. Some offering more than she ever could have asked for. She offered each of them a nod of appreciation, but when Gil Horn finished speaking, she took a step forward again.

"You'll lead the refugee effort," she said, meeting his eyes and offering a small but genuine smile. "Those willing to support that cause, I want you with him. Work together. We'll make sure every man, woman, and child we can reach is pulled from the fire before it burns them." Then her gaze shifted, finding Lestra among the crowd.

"And that includes the animals," she said, "We're Jedi. We honor life. That means all of it." She looked toward Mishel , Everest Vale , Vyn Daldoure , and others who had spoken of places they could offer. Some new, some long held in secret, but all valuable.

"Thank you," Valery said. "We're going to need those places. I'll be contacting each of you soon. I want to bring your enclaves and strongholds into a wider network. Safe havens, scattered across the stars. Some to train. Some to protect. Others to strike from when the time comes." She exhaled softly and took a final look across the group.

"There's a lot to do. You'll be contacted soon. Assignments will be made. We'll start building the Network. We'll start addressing the refugee crisis. And then…" She paused and looked around, "Then, we'll be ready to make our move." Finally, her attention turned to the imposing, yet familiar figure of Aether Verd .

"Mand'alor," she said, respectfully. "Welcome to Odessen." Then her gaze slid to Acier Moonbound and her head tilted slightly. This was going to become an even more interesting meeting than she had expected it to be.

Kahlil Noble Kaleleon Acier Moonbound Everest Vale Kell Masaara Gil Horn Connel Vanagor Kara Jade Gavin Restur Lestra Thairk Shan Thurion Heavenshield Csariden Tarw Rhyfelwr Silas Westgard Uxo Orin Thexann Pehnataur Kain Aldore Jane Klar Zaiya Ceti
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