Faction What Remains [NJO + Friends]

[Saki]

She had been in the outer rim when the news came of Coruscants attack... It was like hearing about the One Sith aattack again and she was one of the few who remembered when that happened... she had seen the aftermath and the danger. Her piloting skills sucked so she didn't really have the chance to come rushing back as she moved quickly. The cruiser reaching Ilum as the klaxon around the hanger doors sounded. Her comlink crackled as the voice came out.

"Ah master Saki we haven't gotten permission to land." She shrugged as she stood there... "And?" She said the question as a soft sound. Her muscles became firm, her footing more sure as every fiber of her being focused and then she was moving with the rushing air. The ice crystals exploding outwards with her as she shot towards the surface of the planet. She air shaping focus to cut a path so she could reach terminal velocity. The searing heat was there as it went off of her skin and she reinforced it... soft to solid to more with the enhancement...

The feeling of heat on her skin disappeared as the orange glow vanished quickly. Her destination was clear while she could sense others had arrived to the planet as she propelled herself... The sudden tremor came... running from her core as she pushed the force energies against the air molecules vibrating the. The initial friction was a tingling sensation to the pads of her hands and the flames came for a moment. She focused it from a searing burn into a focused jet.

Her body jerked towards the temple as she baked quickly. She wasn't just moving and letting the force cushion her she was a living projectile as the smell of burning ozone came to her nostrils. The propulsion roared before she was launching herself further and further. Her eyes locked on the temple and the others within the force. She could feel them there and none felt familiar as she shifted her focused towards the frozen waters and she wasn't slowing down...

Instead she impacted it in a brutal display of speed and power. Her shaping and physical enhancement even making it so her bones rattled but the massive fracture to the ice when she smashed through feet of it further and further down. The water exploding upwards in a massive displacement that had her shaping the surrounding water to form a protective bubble before she looked up and shot towards the surface.

The smashing through the ice was a thunderous boom and she pushed through it with her fists smashing into the eyes. FOrce energies rippling off of her body in waves of energy while she allowed frustration to wash off of her. Her master and Darron had cultivated it and she used it. Her fists moving faster and faster in its own super conductive loop of the force enhanced vaapad. She came out of the ice as she stood there and looked at the temple, the march longer then it looked when she was inally heading inside.

 

[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: OPEN

Did he imagine himself becoming a supply runner? Not quite...
​

But, it was pretty clear that this is the kind of assistance that's needed right now. The Horizon's Solitude approached the Jedi Temple, finding a spot with enough space to land that was still pretty close to the Temple. As he was letting the ship's systems do the landing, there was a glance over Gavin's shoulder to look into where he had stored all of his supplies. Food, medical, and clothing is what he had bought.

With his own credits, mind you. Which is not a fact that he's particularly happy about, but he knows when it's time to just suck it up and deal with it.

Anyway, the ship's landing gear touched down on the planet. After shutting down the ship's systems, he opened the ramp. Stepping down the ramp after-- where he was immediately blasted in the face with the planet's chill air. Wincing for a moment to recuperate, as he was wondering if his coat would be enough to prevent him freezing to death. But although it didn't feel like it in the moment, he'll be fine.

After he recovered from the initial ice blast to the face, his gaze went to looking around to other people in the area. "I've got some supplies, if anyone would like to help me bring 'em in!" Calling out to the general area, to see if anyone would like to come help.

While he does remember Valery talking to him about Ilum and the caves with the crystals, he's got bigger issues at the moment to worry about than them. Maybe after when he finishes unloading all of his stuff, and helping when he can, will he see about exploring the caves. If he's allowed to, at least. But, in the meanwhile, he stepped back into his ship for a moment, before walking back down the ramp with a crate in hand.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Jasper Kai'el Jand Talo Vera Noble Kaelos Vryn Kaleleon Ariana du Couteau Makko Vyres Shan Eloise Dinn Kaito Starfall Alexandra Feanor Jonyna Si Katherine Holt Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra Saki Gavin Restur Kelan Dhal Torin Emberlain Ezorea Zethussaln​

"It's just one thing after another," the Master muttered. "I figure it won't be long before the council... what's left of the council... has to start answering questions."

"I'm afraid that we don't know what's left of the council. Not yet." Cora sighed. She didn't try to smile at Jasper, but he didn't need her to. He'd be able to read the gratitude in the tired lines of her expression. "I hope you won't regret the offer. We have enough to tide us over for the immediate time being, but eventually we'll need more supplies. Medicine and food to start. Come,"

She unfolded a white sheet, handing one corner to the Jedi Master. Together, they draped the shroud over the burned body of a young Knight. One side of his body had been charred beyond recognition, while the other was untouched. War made you linger on the oddest of things.

There were no idle hands. Healers, like Shan, Kaelan, Eloise and Kaito were hard at work on their craft. Some, like young Ariana, moved supplies. Others like Alexandra and Kaleleon took a more esoteric approach, drawing the pain and suffering of the injured and dying unto themselves, allowing the patients a little more peace. Master Si brought with her the Dawn of Hope, taking some of the strain from their hasty relief efforts with her experience and resources.

I'm on an unmarked ship the Blue Lotus. Need permission to land.

“This is Knight Katherine Holt hailing whomever is at the Jedi Temple. Requesting permission to land. We’ve just come from Osadia, with what medical supplies they could spare. It’s not a whole lot, but they hope it’ll be enough to at least help some of your wounded.”

Makko's voice fluttered down their bond, and Cora let out a shuddering breath. While tucking the sheet beneath the boy's boots, she felt guilty for her relief. The commlink in her ear crackled with static transmissions as more ships touched Ilum's icy surface, and she answered. "Both Knight Vyres and Knight Holt have permission to land. Any supplies you can spare will be greatly appreciated." And then, with another thought, her voice raised just enough to be heard throughout the immediate area of the healing chamber: "Knight Vyres will need someone to assess his injuries."

"Tigris and I—we're... okay. Coruscant, it... Th-they... Cora, I can't believe it... We— We won't be back for a while. Things have... changed... I can’t talk about it here. I shouldn’t. Just… please, trust me when I say we’re both alright. Not... whole, but… alright."

Cora's datapad chimed. Stepping away from the shrouded body, she took a moment to look at the transcription of Eve's message. Her heart leapt into her throat, a little spark of hope. She read quickly, scanning Tigris' name, then locked the screen, unable to afford another second to herself. If she did, it would make what they had to do next that much harder.

"Jasper," she said softly. "Mark Padawans Everest Vale and Tigris Aphra as alive."

She'd listen to Eve's message later in full, in private, where she had the chance to absorb it.

"What do you require at present? I am content to assist here, until we launch a counterattack."

"Jand Talo," came her quiet gasp of disbelief. The Nagai warrior had been a fixture during her early Padawan days, but he'd spent much of his tenure as a Knight fighting the Sith war front along their southern border. She repressed the sudden and very odd urge to hug him, opting instead for the usual decorum that had become so familiar to them both. "It's good to see you again, though I wish it had been under better circumstances. Right now we're focusing on the immediate and dire in caring for our wound. It's grim work, but if you would be able to identify those who are in need of triage, I would be grateful."

The unsaid portion of her request being: separate those who have a chance from those who are beyond saving.

They had to make difficult decisions, and would soon have to make many more.

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm...doing as well as anyone can be doing right now, Vera. I'm glad to see you made it out – has there been any word on your mother?"

"Master" he acknowledged softly. "I don't know if I need to ask where I'm needed, or what we do next, or both" he acknowledged, his voice loud to reach Cora's ears over the hubub of the room.

"I hope whatever's left of the council has an idea"

Cora sucked in a breath. "We'll have to take stock of what we have. Our numbers were greatly thinned, but we don't yet know by how much. The Jedi we have left, the soldiers that remain, the military assets...we also must account for how to best protect those in what remains of Alliance territory." She gave a glance to Jasper, somber but probing. "I think it's time that we reach out to those who might become our allies. The NJO is not the only Jedi order there is. Even now, there are those who fight against the Galactic Empire in the shadows. Perhaps we could…"

Cora waved down BB-DD as she squealed past and called out to the busy droid.. "Excuse me! Would you kindly fetch Master Si? I believe that she's out near the temple entrance."

"You are not alone. None of you are. I have felt the disturbance—within the Force and these ancient halls. I am reaching out to offer my aid. Please meet me in my meditation chamber. In the lower levels, follow my presence."

Another voice reverberated through the Force, sweeping through the stone of the temple walls. Cora blinked, then pivoted towards the general direction of the crystal deposits near the underground portion of rear temple. That was...a call?

"Whoever else heard that – could you please investigate the meditation chambers in the lower level? Use caution."

AVAILABLE TASKS:

• Follow the telepathic message to the crystal caves and discover Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra
• Assist injured Jedi Knight Makko Vyres
• Assist friendly Gavin Restur unload his supplies.
• Join the growing discussion over the NJO's next moves

 

[Vaegon Dolmyrian]

​

The battle was lost, so was Coruscant and the Core. Many had perished. The Galactic Empire, reborn not in bombast but in certainty, spread through the arteries of the Republic like a virus in the veins of a dying old man. The Jedi would need a decisive victory to stem the tide, if not the control of their territories in the colonies, inner rim, and expansion region of the galaxy would slowly melt away.

Vaegon stood at the edge of the gathering, his cloak drawn close against the wind. What remained of the Jedi gathered on Ilum. His mood was glum. Hundreds of Jedi died in the fighting, and he had no doubts that many more in the military had sacrificed their lives defending Coruscant from the Galactic Empire.

He gazed into the horizon at the thought of the Dark Side's new Dominion. They were the center of the galaxy now. The Jedi were outmatched, outnumbered, outgunned; their defeats in the minds of many were all but certain. He lingered, his thoughts too preoccupied to help with the makeshift camp the other were creating.

He closed his eyes and gave himself to the force. And the force pulled him into a place where time and place had no shape or meaning.

The spheres turned from earthen to red in their courses. The rivers boiled beneath moons of ash. The high places fell, and the low were lifted in silence. No star sang. No law held. The light withdrew its hand, and the dark did not claim dominion; it was simply welcomed.

Upon the first world, the topless towers wept blood. Upon the second, no seed took root. The third did not burn, but was forgotten, its name swallowed in stillness.

When they passed, memory failed. Cities turned inward. Sons betrayed fathers, and oaths were folded like parchment and left to rot.

A voice cried from the hollow world:
The Order is broken, not by the sword, when the roots of power rot beneath their creed

Vaegon's eyes opened, and he inhaled the cold air sharply. There were still many great battles ahead, many more would fall, and the future was no longer certain. The Jedi Master turned back towards the makeshift camp to see if he could help out.

 

[Amani Serys]

So the worst had come to pass. The Empire had taken Coruscant, and it seemed the rest of the Deep Core was poised to be taken along with it. The Alliance was on the backfoot, and for the first time in a long time, its future looked grim.

Amani felt a pang of guilt when she heard the news. She had stepped down from the Jedi High Council some months back, finding herself spread too thin between her many obligations. The High Council could carry on without her, she trusted; In fact perhaps some fresh blood would do it good. But the Vonnuvi was her brainchild, it still had need of her; And the duties of House Organa, that was her family. Thus the choice was made. Yet, it was the New Jedi Order that would be struck low— disoriented, and reeling in the wake of chaos.

Eloise was already at work by the time her master arrived. The Mirialan spared a smile her way; That pupil had come far. Amani brought with her an entourage of Ithorian healers from the Vonnuvi. She sent them to work dispensing medical supplies and aid to whoever had the most pressing need of it. Then, the once Chief Healer did the same, her great remedial powers washing over those she passed like a soothing tide.

Amani may not have been on the Council anymore, but she would not abandon her Order entirely. She still had skills and experience to offer. And they were at the disposal of her allies for as long as they should need it.

- Open -​

 

[Dangal Olderem]

Dangal was not present in the defense of coruscant and felt deeply saddened by this fact. When these tragic events took place he was stationed on a distant planet near Pursin in the Outer-rim, sent as an envoy of the NJO to establish communication and to build a relationship with the leaders of that world. However, after completing his task he was informed of the tactical retreat to illum where the NJO was gathering and where he was en route to now.

Arriving now in orbit within the planet on his Epo-1 Delta-Class Starship inside, he sits still. Cloaked. Hood low. He then activates descent protocols manually. No droid. No escort. Just a whisper of thrusters cutting through Ilum's orbit like a falling leaf. The small vessel tilts, slicing through upper atmosphere, swallowed by blue-white clouds and arctic winds. From this altitude, he sees them all, transports circling in patterns of desperation, tiny figures on landing pads unloading crates, dragging wounded. The temple itself — cracked but not broken. As he descends, he closes his eyes. The Force floods his senses — jagged, raw, panicked, pain.... survivors clinging to purpose.

He lands well beyond the others, far from the temple's main pad. A silent crater forms in the snow where his ship settles. He doesn't open the hatch for several moments. He listens. Not to sound, but to the silence between waves of despair.

The moment the hatch opened, Ilum's wind greeted him like a living thing, not hostile, not kind, but undeniable. His boots hit the ice, and he felt that tension in the Force immediately again, pain, fatigue, grief, and through it all, the echo of resilience. He walks the perimeter first, watching as the wounded was carried into temple and jedi and solders assisting where needed. The civilians looked to the Jedi like we had the answers. But Dangal had none. Not after Coruscant.

Dangal then proceeded inside the temple, the scent of blood and antiseptic clung to the air. Healers moved quickly, already worn thin. He saw Master Cora directing the flow of chaos with the precision of a seasoned commander. Her voice carried calm through the din, and that steadied more than one fraying mind.

"We'll manage. I'm heading to assist in the healing chamber. Tell the Jedi who arrive to gather there. If they're not among the wounded, they can help heal. If they cannot heal, then they can dress wounds and move supplies."

Listening to Cora he started heading towards the healing chambers where assisted the healers in attending to wounds. It wasn't to long before he was caught up in his work moving with urgency. But then it came, like a tremor, not in the ground, but in the marrow. A voice, not spoken, but carried on the spine of the Force itself. It reverberated through the glacier-tempered stone of the temple, down to its bones. The crystals answered. He felt it rise. not just a sound, but an invitation. A summons… or a warning.

He then heard Cora's voice asking for this to be investigated, not being there for Coruscant he figured he could be a good use for something stopped what he was doing, ready to start his investigation.

"I'll go see what's going on. It's the least I could do." Dangal said with a faint smile.

He moved quickly now, cloak pulled tight around him, disappearing behind an outcropping of jagged crystal ice and slipping into a maintenance tunnel that led to the temple's lower levels one long abandoned during peacetime, but familiar to him. He remembered this path. He had walked it years ago, as a Padawan cleaner, simpler age before war.

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[BB-DD]

Dee Dee had been eves-dropping to understand the situation at hand. It seemed the recent attack on Coruscant had thinned the numbers of the New Jedi Order. Worse still, many members including the Grandmaster Valery Noble had abandoned the New Jedi Order without time for a proper explanation. The members were scattered, communication interrupted, and many were left wondering who was alive after the attack. Dee Dee felt empathy for the suffering flesh beings. Her programming was such that she was a compassionate individual and wanted to help. She wondered if she could boost the communication signals? Could she try to reach out and find those who were missing?

"Excuse me! Would you kindly fetch Master Si? I believe that she's out near the temple entrance."

When the command was given the little droid buzzed accordingly and whooshed off to go find Master Si. The little droid wanted to do whatever she could to help!

She rolled over the cold terrain until she found the Cathar master and beeped to get the woman’s attention.

Tags: Corazona von Ascania Jonyna Si

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra continued to rest, waiting for Corazona von Ascania and the others who would be heading for the room she was in to talk about the future of the NJO. In the mean time she continued to reach out, her right hand rising and combing through the air, as if simply waving it uselessly through the air while she kept her eyes closed. For many it probably looked as if she had lost her mind or was hallucinating but for those who looked through the force they saw something far different. Her hand moved as if through a loom, taking the strands around her and pulling them down.

She was used to doing this with both hands, but the corruption that engulfed her left arm made that impossible. So instead she would raise her left hand, letting it touch the air and drug it down. It pulled the pain away from everyone remotely close enough. It was a technique that the Jedi more often saw used by Sith, a method in which Sith took on the emotions of others to fuel themselves. Alexandra stopped at only the removal of those pains and emotions, to the robbing of hate and anger so that cooler minds could take over.

But in doing so she separated herself from her own body, let her form be absorbed into the flow of the Force. It was a practice she often used in meditation, especially when the use of the Force's Lighter half was needed in battle. She filtered through each bit before directing it right into her body. Each strand puncturing and twisting into her body, acting like a nervous system of their own as they latched onto her physical form.

And for those who watched, her body would twitch. The instinctive reactions to pain, teeth gritting, fingers twitching and shaking it, her breath hitching before settling.

It was the body being subjected to the feelings of burns or cuts from dozens of others.

Yet even as she felt that pain, she kept a peaceful look on her face. She maintained that peace as she sat there and as the world moved around her. Her focus on Corazona shifting to the call of the Crystal far below. It was something she had not experienced before and the pure white form of the Small Ashlan wolf would be sent running. Those near Alexandra would see the small wolf scamper away from her, and head off on its own.

Heading deeper into the Temple, in the direction of Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra . Those who would notice it, and would follow this small white bundle of fur would be given a guide through the halls, someone being directed through the Force by Alexandra if they were in need of such a guide.

In the meantime she continued her work, reaching out further to those in the same room as her specifically. The use of Mind Walking, of leaving her body behind let her interact with the force more directly as her being rested above the body of one of the injured Jedi. She reached out, letting her hand sink down into the individual as she grabbed at their core. And with her body as the catalyst she let the Force flow down and through her, twisting into their body and healing their body slowly. It worked to knit the body back together, to encourage the wound to close and cells to grow as she carefully cultivated them.

And when they were in a stable state of spirit would move on, to the next body and slowly those who had never been touched physically would heal as Alexandra continued her meditation and continued to siphon away the suffering of those around her.

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Outside Looking In

Spoiler: Song

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

"This is an emergency signal. Coruscant is under siege! I repeat, Coruscant is under siege!"
Even by hyperspace, it would take a day to get there. Maybe more. There wasn't enough time—​

Azurine stumbled through the snow and the whispering winds. Sounds around her were muddled into a nearly inperceivable mess. The biting of the air against her skin was only noticed when her fingers started to go numb, and even then it didn't seem to fully register in her mind. Her breath came out in visible puffs of smoke as she scrambled into the the temple.

Azzie scanned the area, shadows clouding her gaze with the pale purple of treacherous stormclouds. She carried no injuries, none that could be seen physically. Only the blackened, ashy bags beneath her eyes that seemed to grow heavier with each glance.

"This is an emergency signal, Coruscant has been lost. Evacuate the system immediately."​

I wasn't there. I wasn't—

Her knees buckled, almost sending her crashing into the temple floor. Azzie had to grip the edges of a pillar to pull herself to her feet, eventually taking shaking steps backward. Back towards the enterence she came in from. Her head hung low, wide eyes caged to the ground as people rushed this way and that. Her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, remaining biological hand cluched so tightly at the talisman about her neck that the skin of her knuckles turned white and the bite of the edges stung into her palm.

Before she could think, she turned on her heels and bolted back out into the snow, leaving her name with an attendant for Corazona von Ascania and Jasper Kai'el to mark her alive.

@ Those present.​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: BB-DD Azurine Varek​

Jonyna had spent the last few minutes coordinating landing efforts. Two Maclunkee Class Freighters had already come down, unloading supplies as they could and crew setting up tents outside of the temple for anyone in need.

Jonyna paused as she saw Azurine rush past, knowing she wasn't there. She knew that pain, that trauma more than anyone else here. Part of her wanted to chase after the Iridonian, but she was stopped as a droid rolled up to her.

The Cathar looked down, pouting slightly. "What's up little dude? Need me somewhere?"

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Jedi Guardian Armor

Armed With: Nathan's Lightsaber


With: Melissa Bloodscrawl


Arrived to Ilum in: Heavy Sniping Interceptor

Earlier, New Plympto...

Nathan brutally bashed his blade over and over against the red blade of a Sith Marauder.

He had come here to rescue Jedi behind enemy lines and it showed.

A trail of dead imperial troops, exploded barracks, a demolished street showed how far Nathan was willing to go to rescue just four Knights. Four companies of Stormtroopers had lost their lives at the military base Nathan had attacked, his dark blue blade had been the last thing they had seen as it chewed through them without pity or remorse or hesitation, wading through the survivors of a series of well timed thermal detonators.

The Marauder was determined and skilled and had clearly trained a long time, and had survived many battles.

But Nathan...

Nathan just wanted it more.

He attacked with a practiced ruthlessness, gradually picking apart the Marauder's Makashi defense (Which was all the more impressive considering how Nathan wasn't using any style except Form One.) and then finally beheading him after baiting the Sith into going for a beheading attack, slicing him in half length wise.

His artificial sister, Melissa, wearing an urban camouflage Armorweave Catsuit led the wounded, tortured Knights out of blasted open cells, Knights that were aghast and utterly horrified by the sheer carnage Nathan had inflicted on the base. It wasn't just about rescuing them. It was about demoralizing ground forces, leaving a pile of their dead for the Empire to dispose of. The rumors would spread, about how almost an entire base had been ruthlessly, systematically slaughtered just for holding four Jedi captive, about how an entire street had been demolished just because the soldiers had tried to stop them from being taken.

That was how you resist an enemy when you're on the back foot. A cornered rat is a vicious one.

Nathan had made sure to involve The Hidden Path indirectly, scratching the words " Valery Noble says hi! " into one of the walls of the base to make sure she, specifically would be implicated in the attack.

Was it a troll move on his part? Certainly. Did Nathan give a chit? Definitely not. His silent crash out towards her was just getting started.

That woman would learn just how brutal a Rebellion had to be in order to be effective, even if it cost The Hidden Path it's reputation early. Nathan no longer cared. Getting the job done mattered more at this point than bringing hope.

Hope could come only after victory was achieved.

Nathan surveyed the fires and destruction around him. He had not used his Jedi Lightsaber for this one, not wishing to associate the weapon that held the crystal of his friend Eldridge Parrnosso inside of it with the death he had inflicted here. He had used his private weapon for this sort of work.

He had not been totally merciless. Anyone who had dropped their weapons and fled or just outright surrendered on sight had been spared. All others had been killed without remorse or pity. Or even so much as a second thought. He didn't regret those kills.

He turned to leave for the silvery, bullet shaped ship done in the style of a Nubian Yacht. H-Type, to be specific.

The tortured Knights had been sedated as they were loaded aboard. Melissa had taken the pilot controls and rocketed off into the sky while Nathan got in his knees and concentrated...

As Imperial Starfighters chased after them, Nathan concentrated.

The ship was teleported with everyone aboard it at a much farther distance, Melissa still frantically typing in the coordinates before the larger imperial ships could move to intercept them.

He repeated the teleport action again, carrying them farther, and Melissa finally managed to punch in the coordinates that carried them out of the system...

It was a random jump into Alliance Space that was still held . Two more would be made before reaching Ilum.

Present.

Nathan put away his private saber into a compartment before pulling out his Jedi Lightsaber and clipping it to his belt as he landed, Melissa helping him carry out the wounded on Repulsor beds.

"Sister, go and see if you can help the wounded elsewhere..." He requested.

"Sure thing, Nate..." Melissa chirped, heading back to the ship to retrieve its Bacta Supplies.

He used telekinesis to move the Repulsor beds of those he rescued, spotting no less than Amani Serys performing her duties.

"Hey! Master Serys!" Nathan called out, more than familiar with her due to his spies data gathering efforts.

"They're wounded. They've been tortured!" he said, gesturing to his rescued, unconscious Jedi...

 

[BB-DD]

“What's up little dude? Need me somewhere?"

Dee Dee beeped at the Jedi Master, indicating that she was being summoned by Cora. She wasn’t sure if Master Si spoke binary though.

“Beep, boop, blip, whirrrrr.”


Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: BB-DD Corazona von Ascania​

The droid was lucky, as Jonyna was a pretty eclectic polyglot, binary being one of the first she learned.

"Cora needs me? Hmmm..." Jonyna looked over to where Azurine Varek had ran off to, and sighed. She'd talk to her later. "Alright, lead the way little bot."

What was left of the Council was pretty much just her and Cora. She wondered if Jasper would step back up, but she knew better than to rush into the position.

One thing was for certain, the galaxy needed it's Sentinels of Harmony.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

The Devit royal transport and several escort fighters exited hyperspace in the vicinity of Ilum, having received the call. Caelan was tired. He'd fought the Emperor of the Galactic Empire, alongside Ren and lived to tell the tale, but they had been unsuccessful in ending his threat to the people of Coruscant and the deep core itself. Now those worlds were lost, in the hands of tyrants masquerading as heroes. It was a travesty, and he shouldered some of the blame for it, having failed in his duty. At least he'd been able to get his pregnant wife and child to safety and away. They were with him on the transport.

"Devit Royal Transport to Ilum control, landing near Jedi Temple to rendezvous with remaining Jedi forces," the pilot said as the ship broke the atmosphere.

Caelan stood with his wife, holding his son in his arm, waiting for the ship to land. He could feel some he knew among their number, which made him happy, but he also noted that many were not present, at least not yet. The ship landed with only a light bump, but it jostled Anavi and he reached a hand out to steady her, which elicited a smile of thanks and he nodded before stepping free of the ship and into the snow.

As they approached the temple, he saw someone familiar streak out of it and into the snow. Frowning, he stopped and looked at Anavi.

"I'm going after her. Take Kastiel and go inside to see if you can find Corazona. Let her know we're here and safe," he said.

"Alright. Be careful, Caelan."

He reached into a pouch and pulled out a flask, holding it up for her to see. "I'll be fine out there, don't worry."

He took a swig of the Icebrew, the non-alcoholic variety, and almost instantly felt himself begin to warm up despite the cold environs. Once he saw Anavi and Kastiel enter the temple, he took off at a run, enhancing his speed with the Force, to chase after Azurine Varek .

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania | Azurine Varek ​

 

[BB-DD]

That had been a lot easier than Dee Dee like have dreamed. She whirled around in a graceful circle and lead Master Si back to Cora. When the task had been completed she rolled in a victory circle, chirping happily with herself.

That is until she saw the mouse. A mouse in this place would not do! It could bring the fleshies sickness!

“WHIRR!!!” She blasted out and spun around then sped off after it. The mouse shrieked as a chase began!

Corazona von Ascania Jonyna Si