Tip of The Spear {Knight's Obsidian}

[ToKola Bakari]

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Objective: Rally and Test the strongest amongst the Knight's Obsidian | Time: Early Morning | Location: Ryloth~ Knight's Obsidian Headquarters​

Since the conception of The Confederacy the Knight's Obsidian were named the guardians of order and justice through out the expansive territory of the Viceroyalty. A strict, militant, unit devoted to upholding the law, these men and women hold close to a code that places the defense of the weak and helpless over all others. Unlike other organizations within the galaxy, the Knight's Order is not restricted to those proficient in The Force. Any man may test his mettle through the Knight's academy and be granted the title of Obsidian Knight.

On Ryloth the Commander of the Knight's Obsidian, the Dominus Prime, has summoned many of the order's more prominent Knight's to test their skill and see if their is any truth behind the apparent notoriety some of the Knight's hold.

The Obsidian Headquarters is not a large building towering above all others. Instead it is a stout fortress, built into the center of a metallic dome. In the halls of the Headquarters, Knight's moved about with a notable purpose. There was no emergency or present danger, it was merely in their nature to move with urgency and promptness through the long winding halls of the building.

In the center of this building was an atrium, with Obsidian tiles flowing from one end of the hall to another. Even the walls were covered with this matching pattern, creating a shadowy room with a single flow of natural light spilling in from above.

Cardinal stood in the center of this room, his hood drawn up over his head while he savored the silence of the hall. While his years were growing larger he was beginning to savor every sweet moment of silence he could tether himself to. For a moment he had even closed his eyes, simply allowing the warm rays above to soak him in a momentary feeling of bliss.

Momentary was the key word, because only moments later he could sense someone growing closer to the main door's of the hall. His eyelids parted to reveal his near golden eyes. Pulling his hood down over his shoulders, he turned his deep gaze towards the door in quiet anticipation.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

THE PLANET
R Y L O T H

There was nothing to do this early in the morning.

Seriously, the only holo-cartoon on at this hour was Pa'un Patrol. Ugh. So much ugh. Many nope. Much no thank you.

The dude behind the curtain of the organization that styled itself the Knights Obsidian had called a meeting here. As Sor-Jan was still getting a feel for the Confederacy and the people involved with it, it was a good opportunity to gather more information and take stock of what it represented. After that situation on Secundus Ando, putting some names with faces would be ideal.

The precise sequence of events could have easily taken place in the boy's own Old Republic, except something about the Vicelord's tone - leave none alive - didn't sit well with the young Anzat.

It was only too easy to draw parallels between that kind of statement and the Confederacy of Independent Systems that he had known as a Jedi Knight, during the Clone Wars. When everything had been cast in shades of black and white. The Republic had been the good guys. The Confederacy had been the bad guys.

And then it had all come crashing down. The Republic had slain the leaders of the Confederacy and then declared victory through the formation of the Galactic Empire.

The leaders of the Republic had never been the good guys. They'd just done a better job with the propaganda and marketing. Maybe that's all there was. No heroes. No good guys.

That wasn't the outlook that his master had shared with him. And it wasn't the outlook that Sor-Jan had passed to his own padawan. But the galaxy had been different then. The Republic had it's problems. Feth, the Galactic Senate was far from having been perfect. But the universe of the Old Republic had nothing like the battles that seemed to rage across the stars in these modern nights. Fondor. Coruscant. Sullust.

Hell, people waged war over Dagobah like the mudball was worth a Hutt.

Which, it wasn't.

The Galactic Alliance was broken. The Sith Empire was expanding. The First Order was a danger. And the Mandalorians had recovered from the devastation of Mandalore to become a rampaging armada once more.

And then there was the Confederacy.

For himself, it was easy enough to come up with a reason why the CEO of a major telecommunications company would visit Ryloth. The planet was one of the major metropolis in the Outer Rim. So that part of his cover as one of the Knights Obsidian Pathfinders was easy enough to maintain.

The tow-headed youngling came strolling down the hall. The child was dressed in a short-sleeved, lightweight hoodie that seemed to accentuate his youth. Bouncing against his left hip as he walked, a Jedi lightsaber radiated with a softly pulsating aura of the lightside of the Force. It's Ilum crystal centuries old now, gathered from a time when the Jedi had been the guardians of peace in a galaxy that had known a golden age up until its waning years.

As the child crossed between the shadow and the light, he looked up at the dark figure that was dropping the cowl back to reveal the face of an older man. Pausing, the boy gave a bow in the Jedi manner before he addressed the stranger.

"Hi!"

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]​

 

[Alwine Daye]

Alwine was unhappy. It had still not yet been too long since her rescue from Stewjon, the backwater planet she had grown up on, had been abandoned on, and had almost been killed on. Nineteen years of her mother muttering to her Know your place, woman! and beating her into servitude still rang fresh within her mind as she constantly struggled with herself between the habit that had formed to try to keep herself alive, and the will to keep her head held high, stretch her body to its full magnificence of exactly 5 feet.

Women had not been permitted to fight on Stewjon. Some were; they'd called them the Shield Maidens. Mammoth sized women who often looked masculine enough to be men other than that area between their legs. Some of them even had things that pretended to be beards. Alwine had dreamed for years of joining them, becoming one of them. Big, and strong, and capable of swinging a sword in a battle field. Alas, her size and frail exterior had caused them to send her packing before she could even show them what she could do. They had mocked the great-sword that had been strapped to her back, diagonally as to accommodate to the fact that it was taller than she was. They never knew that she had been training with her brothers during the nights, her brothers, who had been able to see past the culture and education that had been shoved down their throats, her brothers, who had tried to make her as fierce as they knew her to be capable of being.

Alwine was a tiny woman full of rage. Her heart had broken but twice in her young life. The rejection of the Shield Maidens had been her first. Her middle brother's abandonment of her and her oldest brother had been the second. There would not be a third. For all else that had happened, she was now a free woman, and she could choose. She had joined this Confederacy that her brother had spoken of, more because her interest lay in keeping the siblings together rather than some form of gratitude to the government that had been a part of abandoning her and Varick on Stewjon in the first place. She had no gratitude for the CIS. They had taken Stewjon over and let it fester in its own poodoo until they were comfortable enough to come and try to fix things. They had been too late. Alwine had no forgiveness in her heart. Not for the Confederacy, not for the queen that took her brother. She could only find it in her heart to forgive her brother, and even that would only come after she'd made sure he worked hard enough for it.

But these matters were not the reason for her rage today. The reason for the petite blond to rage today were much simpler; she was in her human shape. As a Lupine, she a shapeshifter, one who could turn into a wolf. One who had to turn into a wolf ever so often to keep her mind from snapping. On Stewjon, wolfing out in public had been forbidden, had to be kept a secret. Once off the planet, Alwine had vowed to remain in her wolf form for as long as possible.

And today, it wasn't possible. Because she had signed up for training. Because she needed to communicate with others. So she had elected to switch to her human body, and tossed an undershift to cover it, since apparently these pricks had issues with the naked body of a grown woman, tiny as she may be. She didn't like it one bit.

Still she showed up, her great-sword strapped to her back. She would train. She would become deadly. And when she was strong enough, she would return to Stewjon and turn it to ashes.

That was what Alwine wanted.

Oh, and there was some kid there ([member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]) who said hi, and Alwine had a soft spot for kids, so she spared him a single smile before putting her angry face back on.

 

[Nine Lives]

Above Ryloth in: Castle Morpheus (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129671-castle-morpheus-the-leviathan-tantive/#entry1788101)

Descended to planet in: Saotome Light Frieghter "Demeter" (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/103334-saotome-light-freighter/)

With: Magnus (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130018-saotome-commando-droid-magnus/)

Castle Morpheus Knights (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130418-castle-morpheus-knights/)

Wearing: Progenitor's Robes.

Obsidian CR Ring (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56538-obsidian-cr-ring)

Armed with: Million-Handed Collosus (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129269-million-handed-collosus/).

Reluctantly crafting: Obsidian Lightsabre (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30650-obsidian-lightsabre/#entry431421)

The heavy cruiser known as Castle Morpheus orbited above Ryloth in a ghostlike manner. Though it was unarmed, its unsettling, borderline gothic appearance made other ships avoid it like the plague. Nine tried not to take the mobile castle too close to major inhabited systems normally but Ryloth was friendly space, and since Castle Morpheus ran entirely on power it would draw in from nearby stars through its solar collection reactors, it vastly cut down on fuel expenses. Nine liked ships but she was mostly terrible at flying on her own (She'd nearly wrecked the Demeter twice before building Magnus.) and hated paying for fuel.

Plus as she worked in her personal bedchambers aboard the Castle, she had acquired the parts to the device that would truly mark her as one of the Knight's Obsidian, though she had no clue personally as to whether or not she would ever allow herself to use.

It had been so long since she had even touched a lightsaber...she had almost forgotten where the parts all went. It was especially difficult for her to forge as well. The lightsaber required intense focus when creating, due to how each part had to be telekinetically melded together at the molecular level for greater power efficiency. She had always been terrible at telekinesis...even after five centuries she could barely lift a datapad, let alone focus with the power. Trying to use it to make a lightsaber had taken her considerable strain: She had often had to wait for hours inbetween attempts at melding, and the act for only a few minutes at a time had left her utterly spent, and often needing to top off with that captured commando from the Galactic Empire Vera had seduced into a trap created by her Morpheus Knights (They'd gift wrapped the victim, disturbingly enough, with pink ribbon. Scented pink ribbon. Nine didn't ask where they had gotten it.)

Nine had gorged herself on his lunch memories, then his breakfast memories (He seemed to enjoy steak a lot) as well as feeding on the very memory of her attacking him. Like the one before him, he never remembered how he had gotten to this place, locked away in her personal dungeon aboard the ship in mechanical, five point restraints, nor did he remember how long he had been there. He had shot down fleeing civilian vessels when the attack on Coruscant had begun, so she didn't feel too bad eating the memories from his first three months of marriage. Love had a sweet, fluffy, almost cotton-candy like taste to her. She tried not to indulge too much in one sitting. She hadn't eaten the part where his wife died of cancer...he could keep that...but she was slowly, steadily eating everything around it.

But for the most part, she was finished. All it would take now is a final assembly.

She stared at the parts set up on the small workbench in her chambers. It didn't feel right, making one, let alone wielding it. But if she was truly going to be a knight in this organization, she was going to bear its finery, even if it, like her ceremonial kimono, merely covered a tick.

The Nextors had not been difficult to acquire...but they had been difficult to install. It had been so long since she had built one that feeling the crystals, properly cutting and shaping them, had been a massive, tedious chore. Per the schematics, it was to be waterproof and duel-phased...Nine didn't try fiddling with the settings too much. It emitted a normal blade as standard, and a shoto at secondary setting. She fitted the silver and purple metals together with a great strain, nearly doubling over as the saber assembled and clicked together.

Nine gasped, winded as she examined the saber. She did not activate it. But she tentatively reached out to hold it. Felt the cold surface.

A panic attack came to her and she was suddenly hyperventilating as it all came rushing back. Nine backed away from it, taking a few minutes to calm down. She anxiously pulled off her robes, revealing a black bra and underwear beneath, letting the cool air hit her skin, pulling the hair sticks out of her hair, letting very black locks fall past her shoulders in a disheveled state as she stared with obsidian eyes, a dot of glowing purple at the center of each.

She paced about in agitation, occasionally stealing a glance at the lightsaber as it rested on the bench. She sat on the bed, a little unsure of herself, the walls of her opulent bedchamber pressing down on her, making it hard to breath. She thought about snacking on another memory of her prisoner but realized in her stressed state she might accidentally eat too much, and the last thing she needed was for The Lovely Nine to start calling the shots...

After she calmed down, Nine redressed in her ceremonial hooded kimono, redoing her hair, and threw on her hood, obscuring her face.

She grabbed the lightsaber, holding it making her flesh squirming at the knowledge of its own unworthiness to even touch such a thing. She did not forbid her children to wield one, as she did not want her own hangups to cripple them in her own endeavors.

Hesitantly, she clipped the lethal device to her belt, though it seemed to hang from her, at least to her perception, like a dead weight.

She grabbed her wintrium Katana, Million-Handed Collosus, fastening it to the sash on her left side and glided out of the bedchamber.

She found some of the knights playing dice in the elegantly carved passages. The maternal instincts that came with this condition of hers, caused her to swell with a private contentment at having them around.

The knights saw her as she glided silently toward them, arms to her side, unmoving.

"Mother!" the knights exclaimed scrambling to attention and saluting.

"My children..." she called out with a genuine pleasantness that surprised even herself.

"Greetings, Mother!" one of the female knights said.

"Playing dice again in the halls I see..."

"We would play in the greenhouse, but its still being fixed up by the SAS." the knight replied.

"Can I make a roll?"

The knight got on one knee and offered her the dice with an open palm.

"A little...dramatic...but okay..." Nine said. Her children sometimes really did take this whole 'Mother of all Psy-Pires' thing a bit far but then again, she had cunningly indoctrinated them. She could not say it was not a resounding success.

"I'm terrible at this game..." Nine admitted as she began clacking the dice together in her palm. She tossed them lightly against the wall. "I call nine."

The dice ended up reading five and four. Everyone stared.

"No way..." Nine said in surprise.

"Mother is victorious..." one of them said. "Surely this is a good omen."

"Huh..." Nine muttered, still surprised she had won the roll. "Where is Magnus?"

"Magnus is on the Demeter in the hanger. She already gave Bobbi a good scare." One of the knights answered.

"Vera?"

"Deployed to Atrisia to set up property purchases. The evil creature even suggested using the Morpheus printers as the basis for setting up limited revenue." another answered.

"Huh. Well...continue having fun. I just got a message to show at Knights Obsidian HQ. I'll be back in a couple of hours, help yourself to that snack in the dungeon if you get hungry, just remember to treat the bite so its not infected afterward."

"Yes, thank you mother!" one of them bowed as she glided off to the hanger.

After she arrived in the elegant, elaborately designed hanger, the Atrisian frescoes on its ceiling still in their brilliant colors, Nine calmly headed over to Demeter, opening the hatch...and being scared out of her wits when she saw a snarling stone demon frozen in mid-lunge.

Nine swore violently as the "gargoyle" shifted its Ooglith masquer near instantaneously back into that of a pale skinned, red headed woman in a black combat suit.

"Ha! Did I getcha?" Magnus asked.

"I'm already regretting giving you 'Haunt Mode'." Nine said, very annoyed with her creation.

"Oh, my Liege, its all in good fun. So! Ready to head down to the surface?" Magnus asked happily, her sultry contralto lighter than Nine's own.

"Y...yes...I am..." Nine grumbled, irritated by the illegally modified droid's grin.

"Awesome! I'll get it started!" Magnus exclaimed. "Vroom, baby!"

"Yes, 'Vroom.' Vroom Vroom.." Nine muttered in sarcasm, stepping aboard the ship.

Ten minutes later...

She had never set foot on Ryloth before now. She had known little of the world even when she had been a Jedi Consular. And this would be the first time entering HQ.

Nine had left Magnus on the Demeter as she headed to The great dome that concealed a world within. It was early morning. Sun wasn't too bad. She'd be indoors anyway. The new lightsaber she had constructed felt like lead dangling from her belt. The white flower embroidery on her green robes shimmered in the lights of the vast interior complex. She'd killed many on Secundus Ando in the name of the Confederacy. While she was not proud of the blood, she believed the deaths necessary to send a message to the enemies the CIS didn't know about: Hide among us and we will look for you. We 'will' find you. And we will kill you.

Politics was such a bloody affair. She understood why her father hated it.

She saw other knights moving urgently through the temple. She moved urgently as well, trying to look like she was doing something even though she had no clue what she was really here for beyond to test her somehow, at the same time struggling to keep her hands from instinctively going crooked as her body registered all the potential prey, her fingers flexed like the legs of a spider working a web. She headed to the Atrium where she saw a dark skinned man with golden eyes that contrasted the souless looking purple dots of her own in how much more human they looked in spite of the hue. [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], the Dominus Prime, the closest the Knights Obsidian had to a boss.

As always, the way she moved while wearing her robes looked decidedly unnatural, disguising the movement of her legs as she approached, also spotting a...boy? What was a boy doing here. Was he one of those creepy demon children she read about on Atrisia, improperly ressurected by his parents on unholy ground? No, those were just myths, right? Right?

No...myths...all myths...she hoped. Those stories had given her nightmares as a child. They still gave her nightmares. Just last month she'd had one where one had been chasing her down the hallway with a scalpel. She'd screamed and screamed when he caught her...

"Greetings..." she said to both of them in spite of her irrational fears of [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]. He had a light side aura, but there were a trillion things about this era she didn't get at all. For all she knew he could be a creepy demon child...a light-sided creepy demon child.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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The door's to the training hall parted and revealed a young boy, or at least he appeared to be but a young boy. His presence in the Force was aged and hardened, not unlike Cardinal's. Turning to take in the boy's form, Cardinal watched as he bowed in the manner most befitting the Jedi order. Yes, [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] had been trained thoroughly in the Jedi arts and was a capable wielder of the Force. Despite his size, he was no less the warrior.

The respectful bow gave way to a less militant greeting which Cardinal returned with a silent nod.

"Knight Xantha. Thank you for responding to my summons." A paced incline of the head was offered in response to the young Anzat's greeting. In some ways Cardinal regarded the young boy with a familiar bearing, however this expression never changed from his stoic self.

In reality Cardinal did not know much more about the boy than what could be brought from his file. He was regarded, by most of the knighthood, as a child. Many knew he was far more than his appearance, yet even the Knight's Obsidian could be faulted for judging a book by it's cover. A part of Cardinal was eager to judge the Anzat's abilities for himself.

Again the door's opened and this time it was a young woman with fair blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. Narrowing his eyes for a moment Cardinal searched his memory in earnest, hoping to ascertain her identity. Finally his eyelids rose from his near-golden eyes as he recognized the woman making her way into the main hall. Her petite form and the anger that seemed to spill from her were actually very good cues for the Dominus Prime. "Knight Lechner." He greeted, offering her a brief incline of the head to [member="Alwine Lechner"] as he had done for Sor-Jan.

Cardinal had little cares why a man or woman chose to join the Knight's Obsidian. In the end all he cared about was their ability to present results. The Knight before him was certainly capable of doing such a thing, yet Cardinal had seen her kind before. So filled with rage and hatred, would she allow her anger to take hold of her and drive her down a path few came back from? Perhaps, perhaps not, those thoughts were for another time.

The Dominus Prime turned away from the main doors as they moved for a third time. Their group was growing closer to the appointed number and that meant it would be time to begin soon. "There are a few more of your brothers who have yet to arrive. Once they are here, we will begin." His back to the others, Cardinal closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, his expression turning to one of momentary exhaustion before he finally turned to greet the latest arrive. When [member="Nine Lives"] approached the others, Cardinal tilted his head at the kimono that was tasked to her body. Of course it was a fine garment, but in the eyes of the Dominus Prime it did little in the ways of battle. Then his eyes turned to Sor-Jan in turn, before he glanced down to his own chest.

In earnest, the Dominus Prime wore the armor of his order. He would tap the chest piece softly before looking to the group before him. "Don't tell me you all lost your armor?" He challenged with an amused glint coming to his eyes.

"What you wear into battle is your decision. However, I recommend you take advantage of every chance to preserve your life." His voice was deep and low, with an almost gravely overtone, yet there was not any bit of malice or discontent.

"Oh, and welcome, Knight Nine." He said, nodding his heads at Nine before gesturing to her compatriots. "As I said we are waiting on a few others before we begin."

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[LGMForever]

Ryloth. Home of the Twi'Lek people, a species of pure entertainment and labor. At least that's what Qaarssk used to believe when he his views were washed with the propaganda of his people back on Trandosha. He still couldn't say that he necessarily disagreed with that sentiment since every world of scum and piracy exploited the people through one way or another.

Since leaving his life as a simple mercenary, he had attempted to flush out most of his old views that were taught to him from birth and keep more of an open mind as he begins to fight for the Confederacy. Not long ago had he pledged to serve the CIS and Trandoshans always held true to their commitments. If they never pay their debts, then what purpose is there?

Even with the new commitments, he still harbored the same praise for the Scorekeeper and wished to appease her with all that he was capable of doing. Now, he just found the pleasure in slaughtering those that deserved to and antagonized the Confederacy instead of carrying out the wishes of cowards who had a couple of bags of credits to spare. Once a mercenary, now an executor.

Approaching the headquarters of the Knight Obsidians, Qaarssk clutched the blade at his side. He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't held the slightest glimmer of intimidation in the face of an alien environment. Not once could he allow himself to show any form of fear to those around him. Fear was weakness, and weakness was a disgrace in the eyes of a warrior.

The other cloaked knights rushing in and out of the building were seemingly sneaking glances at the Trandoshan, wondering how such a heartless, slaving beast could care about anything and throw himself into a cause that promoted the idea of helping those in need. Well here he was, inundating himself into the Confederacy's guardian knights to serve and expand the influence. His honor was in question, and he needed to earn his points to prove himself worthy to both the goddess and the Confederacy.

Entering, but really getting shoved through, the halls affirmed Qaarssk's belief that he was out of place. If one were to simply take a look through the halls it would've been blatantly easy to spot him. While the crowds of knights were all dressed up in their robes and gowns, he was just wearing his customary body army with torn cloth scattered across his body. If no one knew any better they would think that he was there to find a target and take them out, but he was called there by the Dominus Prime whom he could only assume was some sort of higher ranking in the Knights Obsidian.

Entering the training hall, he couldn't help but feel amused with himself. His eyes immediately shot towards a human boy who looked like he couldn't be that many years older than a toddler. Surely there must have been some sort of explanation surrounding it but he didn't want to drive himself to insanity pondering on it. Two more Knights were present in the training hall, and he wasn't glad to have been one of the earlier arrivals. The less attention on him when no one else knew him for the time being, the better.

The Dominus Prime stood in the middle and Qaarssk approached the man and took a seat on the cold ground. "Good day. Scorekeeper was kind on my journey here. Easy trip." He had hoped to not need to wait for forever, as he anticipated learning of whatever their calling was for so he could practice his skills in comparison to the other Knights around him. He didn't want the day to be too much of a bore, but time would tell.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The lady who walked in behind him was Lechner.

The chick in the Atrisian or Epicanthix or... whatever kind of robe that was, was Lives. There was an uncommon name.

The Dominus was not what the boy had been expecting either. To be honest, up until this moment, the boy hadn't reflected on just what he had been expecting. But, thinking back on it now, he supposed he'd still expected someone like Asajj Ventress or Count Dooku to be somewhere in the shadows, pulling the strings of some classically diabolical plot. The dark skinned man before him hardly seemed to be the Dooku-type. And he certainly lacked the figure to pull off Ventress cosplay.

Of course, that merited discussion of just what the Dooku-type even was. After all, not only had the man been the Jedi Master to Qui-Gon Jinn, but he'd also been Yoda's padawan.

As a Transdoshan entered, the boy glanced away in order to acknowledge the new arrival with a short bow. Then, he looked back toward the Dominus. The man spoke of armor and tapped his own chest.

What? Was he serious? If Sor-Jan wore that, he'd looked like a armored Ewok.

An armored Ewok playing dress up.

Plus, Sor-Jan was not at all against playing with action figures on the floor. He'd yet to find armor with that kind of weight and flexibility, not to mention comfort, in mind.

"The Jedi believe that there are always alternatives to fighting," the youngling noted, recalling to mind an endless trope he'd heard countless times. From his master. From other masters. From the Jedi Council. Even from the crappy Squib Jedi holo-cartoon serials.

"For myself, I find the best armor is simply avoiding notice."

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Qaarssk Roark"] | [member="Nine Lives"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

 

[Cerik Soloman]

Cerik quickly shuffled into the atrium of the Knights' headquarters. For the past 6 years, he had been a resident of the planet Ryloth, one of the major hubs of the Confederacy and home to the Knights Obsidian. The Knights Obsidian was the organization that Cerik had been spending years preparing to be apart of. He didn't set himself on this path though. Years ago, he threw himself at the CIS government, asking to serve wherever they saw fit in exchange for a pension for his financially struggling family on Christophsis. To his surprise, the recruiter didn't even hesitate, in fact, was enthusiastic about helping him. He was off to Geonosis, the capital of the CIS, and then after some tests, sent here, to Ryloth. Through time, he discovered that those tests found force sensitivity in him, and they were the reason the CIS relocated him here.

Within those past 6 years, Cerik learned more than he even knew existed. This mystical Force and the orders in history that wielded it, the workings of combat and the lightsaber, the history of the galaxy, and most of all, he learned about people. He was afforded the opportunity to travel all around CIS space in his studies, seeing the poor, the rich, the happy, the sad. Being able to experience the massive cultural differences that two planets so close together could have, let alone the other systems all over galaxy. Being able to relate back to his childhood where his family wasn't sure if they could put food on the table, yet seeing so many others who shared in this same experience. But even better, he would experience the kindness and compassion of witnessing those more fortunate put aside their comfort for a short time and help and support those who couldn't help and support themselves. No one did this for his lower-class family on Christophsis and he was becoming resolute in his goal to help those like his family himself. Graduating from the academy just weeks ago, he took his first step towards becoming that. Adjudicator, Guardian.

As he approached the group, he just caught someone making a statement regarding Jedi, "The Jedi believe that there are always alternatives to fighting." he hears from a high voice. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice. The Jedi were a group that Cerik in a way, personally idealized. He recognized their flaws, but found great wisdom and truth in their strengths, and he always yearned to learn more about this group. He finally looks down to find the man... er... boy who spoke. A boy, yet Cerik could immediately recognize the wisdom, age, and strength emanating from him. And he spoke about the Jedi as if he is one, or perhaps, was one. This wasn't clear to Cerik. Regardless, even though Cerik was now considered a member of the Obsidian, he still had much to learn, and he strongly believed that this "boy" was someone he needed to talk to.

"Er... uh, excuse me," he says to [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] after he finishes his statement, "do you um... know a lot about the Jedi?" he asks politely. Then he turns to [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], "Greetings, uh... sir." and lowers his head down in a nod of acknowledgement.

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Armor: Project GARUDA | Obsidian-type Strike Armor (Look)
Weapons: Purple Lightsabers and Mini-Gamorrean Axe
Tags: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Qaarssk Roark"] | [member="Nine Lives"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]

Cezar was running in thinking she was late. There was an order that hand to be made for herself. The love for her axe was great; however, she wanted two that were special. She wanted to cut and go pew pew. It was worth every dime before spent for it. For now, it was just her mini-Gamorrean axe and sabers being carried at the belt of her outfit. The purple Knight Obsidian armor covered her minus the helm. She left that back on her ship. It felt like over kill and she wanted to make faces at Alwine in case she got bored.

Shoulder was lower to open doors, it was easier for her but could be a bit loud. She had a lot of loud going on from actions to hair. The feeling of being late was driving it. When she came up to the group with the ‘man’ (fight the man!), she tried to stop. Her feet in the boots still let her slide a little. Then she stumbled as the boots caught the flooring. Bumping into Alwine not that hard, it was more like a tap as she was able to stop. The momentum had her going a little more.

Her hair was everywhere. It had to be flipped back; all that purple flew in the up in the air to land behind her shoulders. Then she realized Alwine was here. Leaning over a little more, she whispered to Alwine. “What… no bad ass form for you?”

Then she looked around. This was a group of different backgrounds for sure. Starting with her being from Dathomir then going to Jensaarai, of course her buddy Alwine with her uber cool power of barking at the moon without the moon. Then Transdoshan, little boy, and woman that looked like one those brain soup lovers that was described her long ago. The boss dude, she sort of wish she was an actual woman to have his kids cause of them eyes. Sorry, writer got distracted over Idris Elba. Cezar coughed and went back to being all proper. All standing at attention with a hint of a grin.

 

[Anastasia Verd]

She's moved through the building. There was cause for this early morning visit to the building, one that she would most likely find out about soon. It was recent that her Uncle Cardinal had been appointed Dominus Prime. Anastasia paid attention to things like that. Maybe wasn't always aware of everything else but when Knights Obsidian were in question, the Executor was aware. Her opinion of it was simple. If Dad found him suitable than Anastasia had no problem with it. He wasn't normally wrong about these kinds of decisions. She herself was far too young to comprehend how or why. Her Uncle was strong, had recovered from something she only partially understood from where she stood but it had clearly made him stronger now than he had been, something Dad recognized in him to give him this task. It was enough.

From the Sinner's Well to here, one speeder ride away, dressed in her armor, Anastasia thought on purpose. That was what the Knights had, was it not? She herself felt as though she had purpose only when she was in the role of the Executor when there was a mission to complete when there was a task to complete. It was a simple enough reason, it was what the monster had made her believe. One assassin possessing a child that she had been, it had affected her. She truly found purpose in being the blade of the order, in charging against threats and ending those deserving of them. It fed what had been caused inside her. It was a need. A deeply embedded need left behind by the monster. Her hunger to take lives was calmed by the actions committed as a Knight Obsidian, on behalf of the Confederacy and no one could begin to comprehend just how much Anastasia grow to need it. Whatever monster was created inside her because of the woman that once possessed her, whatever power within Doashim fueled by its own existence within her, those actions kept it at bay.

She inhaled a deep breath and checked on Ragnos safely held at her waist. More and more, Anastasia refused to part from the weapon given to her by her Dad. She didn't know what had happened to Vitiate since that day as the monster had never bothered to ask, armed with the type of weapon she has the most history with but Anastasia did. It was a question she had yet to ask the Vicelord of the Confederacy. Someday she would.

Walking past the doors into the atrium, eyes landing on [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]. Her gaze remained for a moment on him before she nodded. "Dominus Prime," Anastasia greeted with a calm inherited from her monster. Uncle, her mind still thought as a private reminder. If there was one thing the monster could never take from Anastasia Vi'dreya, it was the loyalty Dad had wanted her to have, whether blood or not. He had succeeded but only partially because Anastasia's first loyalty would always be to her parents and the few siblings she remembered from those earliest days of her life. Next, her eyes landed on [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], a tiny half smile forming at the child-like Knight. She knew nothing of him but she did know a child couldn't go into missions with them and he had. Next, [member="Alwine Lechner"] and [member="Nine Lives"]. One of them was a captive on Stewjon, the Knights Obsidian had gone with the Mandragora to rescue her. That and that she wasn't the only Lechner within the Knights Obsidian. There was also [member="Qaarssk Roark"], of a species she didn't recognize yet seemed like it was on the tip of her tongue. Stored somewhere in memories that weren't her own.

There seemed to be a discussion going on between Sor-Jan and Cardinal when she had walked in, with the child-like warrior speaking of best armor for him to avoid notice. It sounded like something she knew though having some kind of protection over one's being was still a good thing. Anastasia didn't say that though, she didn't say anything, moving to the side. There were more Knights to attend and clearly, they would wait for them. [member="Cerik Soloman"], a completely unfamiliar face to her arrived as well, as did [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]. She recognized the Cezar, she'd seen her fighting among the Knights before though she hadn't spoken to her before.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Wild --> Training Hall
Equipment: Wearing, Light Saber
Peps: [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] - [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"] - [member="Cerik Soloman"] - [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] - [member="Qaarssk Roark"] - [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] - [member="Nine Lives"]

Kurenai had landed on the planet not long ago, slowly making her way back to the Obsidian Knights headquarters on the major CIS world, no donned in her usual combat attire like most days, mainly due to the fact she was not aware of the current event taking place. Why? well it was more or less due to her going AWOL over the last month, not long after the skirmish on Andos the woman taking leave from the CIS without informing anyone, a choice that had slowly worked its way over time, mission after mission, interaction after interaction. Whether it be how people treated her, or just how little she managed to do over time Kurenais felt her usefulness to the CIS diminish, to the point where the veteran mercenary felt more like a tag along then an actual military assets.

Things did not help when conversing with people outside the order, affluent people from other factions like the Silver Jedi talking down to her like some slave girl, other mercenaries at bars suggesting she just retire and live a normal life. All that coupled with the actual enjoyment of seeing her family again lead to the Atrisian just vanishing one day, but if her assumption on how most people felt about her was true no one would have noticed. Such was only made more likely by her lack of actual friends in the Knightly Force Order, in all honesty she would not be surprised if she walked in the door and no one really payed much mind, but then again she was not looking to draw attention. This little trip was merely supposed to be a pick up, come collect the few things that still resided in the KO quarters and fly back to Atrisia, in no way did she expect their to be a gather let along a new leader for the entire order.

She did plan to return fully, but not before a long needed break and training along with a few personal mission on hand, though so far the training and personal search had not gone as planned, herself having more or less just spent the month wandering around the galaxy. Though Kurenai did manage to run into a few interesting people, over all her trip was unproductive in the grand scheme of things, just adding to her already pent up frustration, at lest her little come back had been going all well. For the moment the halls, most seeming to be vacant at this time, or at least for the moment, had everyone gone off somewhere? maybe, a mission or something? She was unsure, but it meant for the most part she went without coming across anyone besides the odd knight in the distance who would just walk past without diverting their eyes to the blue haired woman.

Oh how she was quite surprised upon opening the training hall doors, seeing group of several people standing around a man whom she did not recognize, among the group a few familiar faces, but most being unknown to her. [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] and [member="Nine Lives"] she recognized the most, the latter though more out of uniqueness then the two actually being more just acquaintances while Nine was... hard to say, family friend? [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] was and old face, but the two had not really interacted much since the mission against those pirates a while back, as for the other 3, [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Cerik Soloman"], [member="Qaarssk Roark"] they where a mystery, perhaps new recruits? Then there was [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"], she seemed familiar, but it may have just been a hunch, though again seemed new, but that was not who here gaze was draw upon.

No Kurenai was much more quizzical on the dark skinned man standing in the middle, an air of authority around himself, definitely a leader, Kurenai could spot one with ease from years of experiences, but still the man was probably the most mysterious of them all. Had the hierarchy of the order changed? probably, and maybe for the best, when she was in position of Dominus no one had ever listened to her order or even acknowledged the rank, Kurenais would have had more authority as a wet nuse then on front line combat, jsut another reason for her departure, though at this point everyone probably noticed her arrival. "Um... this is akward, I was not aware of this".... 'crap baskets'.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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As Sor-Jan spoke Cardinal turned his attention to the boy. He half-turned his head to the side as he considered the youngling's statement. Cardinal did not necessarily have anything against the Jedi. In another life maybe he would have taken their code as his own, yet in this life Cardinal was a warrior and soldier first and a keeper of the peace only when it was something that actually seemed viable. In a galaxy at war, you need warriors, not peacekeepers.

"It is commendable that you keep your Jedi ways close to heart but in my experience the best armor is exactly that, armor." It had taken Cardinal some time to adjust to the Obsidian Strike Armor that the Vicelord had commissioned the Knights. While it was lightweight and very maneuverable, it was still a foreign concept for a man who once wore nothing more than trappings made from cloth and crude armor fashioned from wood and stone. While he did not entirely understand Sor-Jan's reasoning, he certainly understood his reservations.

Another man approached, his attention locked on the Anzat who stood before Cardinal. When he did finally offer a greeting, Cardinal nodded in return. "Knight Solomon. I am sure Knight Xantha would be delighted to tell you more about the Jedi order." Cardinal spoke with an almost amused tone as he gestured down to the young boy. Cardinal would stand silently as the Knight's chose to mingle amongst themselves, or not. He glanced up to the ceiling of the atrium once again, wishing he could take a few moments of the silence back. Perhaps it was simply him getting older, force forbid, but the man was growing less and less pleased with the sound of idle chatter, even when he was the one participating in it.

Cardinal took notice of the Trandosian entering the hall however he elected not to say anything about it until he had finished with the other's. "I am glad to hear your travels went well, Knight Roark." He regarded for a moment before he could see a bright hue of purple out the corner of his eye.

Of course it had been Cezar Alexandrescu. She was one of the few Knight's whose armor gave off a deep purple hue while most gave off an orange or white coloration. She had always come off as...energetic to Cardinal, but he believed that she meant well.

"It seems almost everyone is here." Cardinal stated, his eyes passing over the group to confirm the faces he had summoned.

Another two entered in rapid succession and each were known to Cardinal, perhaps a bit more than the others present. The first was Anastasia Vi'dreya, Cardinal's niece. Of course there was no blood shared between them, but it did not matter. She was a member of a family that had taken Cardinal in when he was still a savage trapped on a hellish world. It made her far more family than he had in quite some time. Of course, amongst the Knight's she was not his niece, she was a soldier under his command just like the others.

"Knight Vi'dreya. I trust you've been staying out of trouble?" Cardinal's tone was unchanged as he spoke to Anastasia, yet there was still a part of him that wanted to know his niece was well. Following her was Kurenai Yumi, an Obsidian Knight of significant renown. She had been with the Knight's for some time, yet there was an absence to be accounted for. "Knight Yumi, for some time we wondered if you would be returning to us." His tone now was deep and stern, an inquisitive eye falling on her before it lightened into something more welcoming. "In the future when you are going to be absent for a time you need to inform someone, or else there will be consequences."

Cardinal looked to everyone before his deep voice called out to them all.

"Well. I didn't invite you all here just to engage in small talk. How about we get ready to begin?" Cardinal would make his way back to the center of the room. From under his cloak he would take a small datapad into his hands, his eyes glancing down at it before tapping into it.

Above them, the skylight to the atrium would slowly collapse into itself until finally the only light that flooded the room was cut off. The room sat in shadows for a brief moment before a blue hue washed over the darkness. It offered enough light for the room to be seen, however it was still considerably dark.

An amused smile crept over Cardinal's face as he tapped over the datapad again. He had prepared this training simulation for some time and was rather proud of what his Knight's were about to be put through. Hopefully, they would not disappoint.
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Alwine Lechner"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Qaarssk Roark"] [member="Cerik Soloman"] [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"] [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

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[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The boy gave a slight bow toward [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] as the man said his piece.

He would not dispute the Dominus' point. No doubt it was informed by his own experiences, as Sor-Jan's was by his. In this, the Anzat merely signaled that he respected that, in this, they differed. Perhaps the Anzat would come to share the man's view on the nature of war, but even in the midst of the Clone Wars the youngling knight had managed with a Jedi robe and a Corellian prayer.

Six tonnes of telekinetic force didn't hurt either.

When one of the new arrivals, a young man, asked about the Jedi, Sor-Jan had been about to reply when the Dominus beat him to it. The young Corellian took the hint. The Dominus had other things planned for this meeting aside from philosophical discourse on the Force and the Jedi religion.

Of course, Sor-Jan was an Anzat.

He was not limited to verbal communication.

The mind-vampire's thoughts brushed against those of [member="Cerik Soloman"] as the boy's mental shields were relaxed just enough to open his own thoughts to the Force and the myriad of connections that permeated through all of them. It was not intended to be intrusive, but a gentle suggestion meant to convey his meaning. I know what the Jedi were. I served the Jedi in an era of peace that no one living now could imagine, when the Jedi were guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic.

What the Jedi were. It seemed unconscionable that the padawan of Azul Gol would make that distinction, but the young Anzat would make no claim to know what the Jedi had become. The actions taken at Dromund Kaas, the raising of a clone army, and the inaction at Mandalore all stood in stark contrast to everything that Sor-Jan felt the Jedi represented. Perhaps in nine hundred years, that had changed.

But Sor-Jan had not changed. So, instead, he had parted ways with the Jedi orders of the modern era and found an escape in the life of a corporate CEO who was beholden to his employees. Which, was a far more rewarding experience than that of being beholden to a Jedi Council that had seemingly forgotten what life outside of an ivory tower on Coruscant was like.

As the familiar sight of [member="Kurenai Yumi"] entered into the room, the small Anzat turned to give the woman an exuberant greeting with a large wave that shook his entire arm, not just his hand. The youngling bounced up and down with the energy and momentum of the movement.

If his words painted him as very old, his mannerisms painted him as very young.

As the Dominus heralded the start of whatever this was, the boy's other senses were activated as the lights dropped. His eyes worked to adjust, but already the child's empathic awareness was heightened. Rather than perceiving the environment around him visually, the mind-vampire was mapping out the mindfields. The varied consciousness of the individuals.

[member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] | [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"] | [member="Cerik Soloman"] | [member="Qaarssk Roark"] | [member="Nine Lives"]​

 

[Nine Lives]

Nine nodded to the Dominus, and considered his advice on the armor. Trouble was, that Knight Obsidian Armor had so many bells and whistles on it she barely understood it, and in any case had always fought with very, very light armor. This kimono wasn't just for show. It had energy resistance properties, due to being dyed with Norris root extract.

She observed the other figures entering, some signatures darker than others. She wasn't so out of place, despite being a parasite.

The creepy boy, [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], had a more definite aura. It was light side, but what did that even mean in this day and age? Millenia ago, she had thought of herself as what the boy had described. But they must be remembering two, very different Jedi Orders. Yes, they had tried to do good. But they had crushed all dissent to do so, kept a lid on it so long and so spitefully that in the end they had ended up as just another faction among many, any moral authority they possessed greatly, disasterously reduced when the lid had simply blown off the boiling pot they were covering.

What had happened to her former peers was tragic, and they still deserved respect, because the galaxy would have succumbed to tyranny a thousand times had the Order not been ready to throw itself in front of evil, no matter the cost...but they had not been without agency in their ruination during the fall of the Old Republic.

They would never have the authority they previously wielded. The galaxy had grown too disenchanted with them, as painful as that was for her to both admit to herself, and more painful still to actually be forced to see it. Nine wondered if anything Ni-Ne had done as a Jedi Consular before being turned into this freak had made even the slightest bit of difference.

The Universe's answer: Not likely.

She didn't recognize any of the others, save for [member="Kurenai Yumi"], and that was a bucket of thorns she wasn't quite willing to touch. The Trandoshan, Roark, looked like relatively tough customer. [member="Alwine Lechner"] had a feral air about her, [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] had...Nine was not certain what to call it, because she almost thought there was a trace of something else on her. Something evil. But it was her problem, really.

Nine raised an eyebrow under her hood at the battle axe of [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]. Axes like that were too heavy for her like. She preferred much smaller. Hatchets for example.

Lots of things you could do with a hatchet...and a One-Sith.

She subtly turned her attention to [member="Cerik Soloman"], and how eagerly he asked for advice on the Jedi. She couldn't get a good feel for him, other than the presence of the light. Nine then refocused on [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] as he fiddled with a datapad, closing the skylight that Nine had been sure to stay out of and away from, and a blue hue washed over the dark chamber. More future-tech. Nine had stretched the limits of her scientific acumen just creating Vera and Magnus. She was still unfamiliar with a good deal of what was available, especially from modern training simulators? Were they like the ones of old? Would they create giant robots? (The nerd deep within the Mother of all Psy-Pires was giddy at the idea. Giant. ROBOTS. Pew Pew!)

Nine was startled as she felt a slight mental probe. Her eyes focused on the boy. After a moment it finally hit her, as she was still very much a Vampire Hunter.

Anzat. Two different types of brain sucker in the same room. What were the odds?

Nine withdrew inward from the probe. Her secrets were not his to uncover. She began thinking about speeders, plants, hiding and sneaking around under cardboard boxes, anything to keep the probe from being totally effective. Even as she did so, Nine realized how hypocritical such a disposition would be, given she literally had to eat thought and memory to survive. But her unending shame and misery was not the Anzat's to dissect.

Nine waited for whatever the Dominus had set up to activate, seemingly gliding towards the only other vampire in the room...Kurenai. Her arms never moved, and as always, hardly any sound came from Nine as she stood next to Yumi, silent and morbid.

 

[Cerik Soloman]

Cerik took in the meaning of the Dominus' statement that now was not the time. Now embarrassed by his over excitement of history and the Jedi, he respectfully nodded in acknowledgement to the Dominus and stepped aside, waiting for whatever the man had in store today. He was not entirely sure what the plan was for the morning. He didn't recognize a soul here except for the Dominus, and only by pictures. He was a newcomer, and he was alone, but based off of the unique cast that has shown up thus far, he was confident he could find his own spot eventually.

As he moved to the side, he could feel an expression through the force. The thoughts of another being, gently brushing his own. Those thoughts... originating from the boy who Cerik just eagerly talked to seconds ago. Those thoughts telling him that he knew what the Jedi were and that he served in the Old Republic. How is that possible?! he thought, for those times were almost 900 years ago. He was amazed not only by the ability for the boy to speak to him through thoughts, but by his revelation as well. Not knowing how the boy, (well, not boy, but Cerik didn't know how to describe him), just spoke to him, he tried his best to project his own feelings and intentions towards him, trying to let him know that he would be eager to talk to him another time, as he had a historic interest in the Jedi and Republic of old. Not exactly sure if this actually worked, he kept walking, and resolved to talk to [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] late anyways.

Taking to an edge of the gathering crowd, he observed those gathered around [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]. There was a woman who appeared to be in love with the color purple, not that Cerik blamed her, it's a pretty great color. I bet her lightsabers are purple, he thought, noticing the two hanging from her waist. Carith himself was armed with a single lightsaber that he designed himself with old Jedi teachings and a holocron he obtained. He also had the signature armor of the Knights Obsidian on, like a significant portion of the group did. His was tinted in white, and for this occasion, he had left many of the advanced systems in his quarters, forgoing the helmet and powerpack, leaving the armor just as a suit of armorweave. He noticed a strange woman, who he sensed harbored some distrust for the boy that Cerik just talked to. He wondered what reason she could have for that. She seemed reclusive and drawn in to herself, Carith noted that she didn't socialize with anyone. Moving to his final position, he observed the Dominus greeting each and every knight as they showed, making mental notes of each of them. And then he awaited for the Dominus' plans to unfold.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kurenai continued to give a somewhat black stare to the dark skinned man that addressed her not long after entering, herself still having no idea who the person was, similar to how they knew her name. The most logical conclusion was the man had become a replacement for the previous Dominus members of the different branches, maybe some over arching one who had control over everyone? considering his tone of voice and how the others currently gathered around addressed him it must have been so. "I am surprised that anyone noticed", 'though not like I can promise anything at this point'.

Giving another glance around the room she noted the very over exaggerated wave from [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] after he finished talking with some young man about Jedi or something. In a rather awkward motion she returned a slight wave, unsure of how to properly respond to such a childlike response, mainly to do with how old the Jedi apparently was, but at the same time how childish he was. Perhaps it just had to do with how the boy was raised, or how hi race aged, which was something she had yet to find out.

As the conversation wound down Kurenai found herself standing a little off to the side from the main group as the apparent leader went about explaining what ever in the force was happening. The darkness followed by strange water like illumination put the dark Jedi on guard for a moment, this had to e some sort of training exercise right, just her luck, and wearing no armor too, even more problematic. 'Just keep a low profile, try to make through it and be out before anyone catches wind, don't have to stick around any longer then necessary'.

Perhaps it would also be beneficial to keep an eye on [member="Nine Lives"], family issues and what not still being a problematic factor with any interaction between the two, but also due to the nature of the woman and how she carried herself. Though seeming to be a relatively moral person there was this constant itch in Kurena's mind that said the woman was not who she seemed and was a danger to keep watch while around, if not herself for others.

[member="Cerik Soloman"] -

 

[LGMForever]

In a room that was once filled with only a few individuals now appeared to be full with a handful of about nine Knights. Some seemed to be obvious new recruits such as himself, unaware of the challenges that would await an instrumental responsibility to defend their worlds. Others looked like cold, hardened veterans who must have been through hell and back while fighting with the Confederacy to be where they were.

He found it hard to care regardless. None of these people were familiar to him, and it would've taken at least some time to learn the people that he would soon be fighting alongside.

That wasn't even necessarily a bad philosophy, or at least he thought it wasn't. You can't warm up to people too fast, lest they stab you in the back in the middle of a battlefield after they've been trusted to watch your blind spots.

He hadn't spent too much of his time assessing all of the people in the room past what was obvious from the visual eyes. A couple of the Knights were interacting with each other as the remainder were just dwelling in their own thoughts in ways that he could only guess of.

The talk about battle armor intrigued him, especially the dialogue about the best armor being the act of avoidance. From his perspective, stealth was an act of cowardice and stripped beings of their honor. In the end though, survival and adaptability was what mattered in the end and different people held different methods of that.

Still, he wouldn't get on his own case for sticking true to his ways of a warrior.

His head took a sharp turn towards the Cardinal when the man began to tap on his datapad and the lights that once shot through the room drastically vanished. The training session that was planned finally seemed to be falling into place and Qaarssk smirked to himself. He pulled out the blade from his side, activating it and attempting to gain the attention of the others in the room for the impending simulation. "Prepare yourselves. It seems the hunt has began."

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Alwine Lechner"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Cerik Soloman"] [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"] [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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As the shadows fell over the training hall, Cardinal would begin to step away from the gathered group of Knight's. To the naked eye he had drifted into the shadows, disappearing from sight. His presence in The Force was equally diminished to the point where he was barely detectable to the Knight's in the room. All that would remain of the Dominus Prime would be his deep voice, speaking to the assembled group.

"You are the guardians of The Confederacy, keepers of law and order."

Cardinal's words were slowly overtaken as a loud series of clicks could be heard. The Knight's could feel an unnatural rumble occur from beneath their feet before they were graced with a moment of illumination. The blue lights that flowed over the hall would become brighter, near the point of providing something growing towards decent. However this blue light only served to display the works that was occurring.

The floor, which had been composed of a series of pristine tiles, would shift and quake until finally they would rise and fall in a puzzle-like manner. All around the dome the tiles would protrude from the ground. Some of the Knight's would be elevated above while others would find themselves lowered below their comrades. The loud clicks came to a halt as the blue lights faded to darkness once again.

Cardinal watched from a perched position, falling on a knee while he peered down to those he was testing. Though his eyes could not cut through the darkness he could sense them in The Force and was eager to see their response once it all began.

"The Knight's Obsidian are easily capable of operating under the cover of darkness. Usually it is our ally, but today it is your enemy." Again Cardinal took the datapad into his hands, tapping one of the functions that controlled the training hall.

From the ceiling they would descend. There would be nothing to give them away, they would be silent, and they would move with a deadly intent.

The BX-Series Commando droids would fall upon the Knight's Obsidian, each of them armed with a special Vibroblade. These blades were designed for training and would not kill any of the Knight's. They would, however, deliver an excruciating shock that could incapacitate a man after too many impacts. In this moment, the Droids would have superiority. Aside from the series of clanks they gave off as they descended they were incredibly silent and had Nightvision technology.


[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Alwine Lechner"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Qaarssk Roark"] [member="Cerik Soloman"] [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"] [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

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[Alwine Daye]

Tag: everyone. seriously. But talking directly to [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]



So that was to be it. Others received at least a few words of welcome, but she was to receive nothing but an acknowledgement of her presence. Alwine's lips pressed as she nodded back. Fine. Let them be that way. It was nothing she was unaccustomed to from Stewjon. The only difference here was that it would not keep her from training, from becoming stronger. She would not be sent to churn butter and clean the lavatories here.

When there was mention of armor, Alwine lofted a brow. In truth, she had not thought about it at all. It was so rare she fought as a woman instead of a wolf, and wolves... Well, she'd yet to see a wolf in armor.

Walking over to the rack, her still too delicate hands began to rummage through what was there. She was a mere five foot and a petite, and the realization that she might not find something that matched dawned on her. Most of what she saw came in various sizes, ready to accommodate the average human and upward. But there was nothing for little people in there.

The kid mentioned that the best armor is avoidance. Alwine's rage disappeared for a moment and she laughed because of that remark. A kid he might be, but there was a clever one. She would have to remember to make proper introductions for herself later.

And there was Cezar. Alwine smiled towards her friend. Her friend with the pretty purple hair, who seemed to understand exactly that her being not-a-wolf was out of place. "Not everyone can cast spells as you, sweet Cezar," she replied to her, "and I need to be able to fight in all my forms."

More people arrived, and at last, they were ready to begin. Alwine still had no armor though. She turned back to Cezar. "Is there a spell that would make any of this armor magically fit my measurements?" she asked with a grin.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Tests. Er'in didn't have time for tests.

Five volumes of the Sancta Mundi had gone missing - again, which meant that useless fool who was obssessed with furthering 'light side alchemy' had snuck in and snuck off with them, past the venom-worms. Which was... annoying. It wasn't that he was getting somewhere with his research, actually, Er'in quite admired the dedication - she'd heard others had mastered the techniques, which struck her as much closer to Jai Shay than any alchemical transformation - it was that he couldn't be bothered to tell the Archivist he'd taken five of the most valuable light side relics in the archives.

She swept along in a violet dress utterly unsuited to the meeting she had doubtlessly been called to, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor.

As she reached the entrance to the atrium she stopped, looking up from her fuming to regard the loud and drastic transformation, her eyes cutting clear through the gloom - normally the enemy of a Hapan, but she had the Force - to the battle droids within.

No, no she did not have time for tests of martial skill.

"I'll wait outside." She said to the armsmen guarding the door, pulling a battered and ancient book from her shoulder bag and leaning against the wall to read. "No really. I'm reasonably certain 'not leaping in' is a valid response to a test of arms." She said in response to the very, very unsure look she recieved, before returning her purple-hued gaze to the ancient text.

It might not be the response Cardinal preferred, but that was a problem for later. For all she knew, the armsmen had been instructed to attack her or the building was riddled with assassins. She trusted in her visions to keep her alert to the myriad of dangers.