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Location: CorSec HQ, Coronet City, Corellia

Julius almost unilaterally hated such affairs. He had a natural talent for oration and speeches. But he preferred to manifest it as a talent for one liners and cutting words during battle. Formal speeches in front of thousands was hardly his favorite setting. Regardless, the powers that be had decided the Confederation needed to have a memorial day of sorts. And in a way, Julius was something of a figurehead and war hero from way back. So they had asked him to help present the awards, and give the opening speech.

With that in mind, something a bit more formal had been selected for the occasion. Said selection process had led him to realize he needed more clothes than the two types he had - various armor kits, and worn out spacers gear. Not much in between. And full battle gear wasn't quiet fitting for a ceremony intended to honor the war-dead of a Nation and those who had survived. So he had compromised.

On a podium with a dozen or so military officers and government officials, Julius stood flanked by two of the Jedi Temple guardians he had begun to train. For them, the new bloodsteel armor and robes were chosen, ceremonial saberstaffs presented but idle, faces covered in mourning with green-black veils. Julius stood in a traditional Jedi-like tabards and breeches of the same green-black. A pair of knee high and polished black boots with polished metal toecaps covered his feet, broad belt of similar colored leather where his lightsaber hung. The biggest exception to traditional Jedi gear was a bloodsteel pauldron with the sigil of the Order on it, and the outer robe being almost toga like and clasped at the right shoulder with a Jed-Cred, the hood down to reveal a beard and hair neatly trimmed and more grey or white than many might recall. That, and the alien designed arm from the Monks of the Aing-Tii.

Overall, he cut a stylish figure, and it was with the grace born of decades of training and war that he stepped up nd the vox-bead aroun his throat picked up his voice and carried it to the assemblage. He spoke clearly, with the classic drawl of someone brought up in the upper clutches of Corellian society. But there was a harsh cut to the end-vowels and words, and the twisted grin he always had. Those spoke of years in the underground and the like.

"My friends! My family! We gather here to celebrate something not seen in decades or more, truly! A free Corellia. A Corellia without the yoke of benevolent or malevolent powers. Our home, and our people, free to chart our own course in the stars. Some might say this is dangerous. But we have a reputation for loving excitement."

Clearing his throat, he seemed to straighten, and stare over the heads of the men and women from various military departments and detachments, and more than a few Jedi. There were even the odd smattering of privateers and... Well... Smuggler and 'scum'. Standing next to CorSec agents. If he hadn't been trained better, he'd have laughed at that.

"This day isn't for us though. Not in the slightest. It is for those brightly burning souls who gave up their stars so we might see ours rise again. And for the ones who risked all on a turn and came up with an Array. We aren't a terribly formal and ceremonious people, but this day, for every year to come, will mark our debt and gratitude to those gone before and yet to come. But the first order of business is the awarding of something quite old to us... Will [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Lisza Starseeker"] step forward?"
 
Gluk, Stock, and Two Smoking Lasers
One such scumlike person fidgeted for lack of intoxicants. That, and the immediate proximity of CorSec. There'd been a time when he was respectable enough not to worry. But as Corellia grew more professional, Jerec had gone completely the opposite way. Corellia demanded balance, apparently.

The mention of 'awarding' perked his ears up. Bloodstripes, possibly...or medals. Valuable medals.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Lisza Starseeker"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
 
Lisza was sitting behind Julius and his Jedi Guard along with several other high ranking Jedi, military, and civilian officials. All in all including herself and [member="Coren Starchaser"] there were about six of them. She stood and motioned for Coren to stand with her. While Coren wasn't exactly a military, Green Jedi, or civilian leader, he was a cross-generational war hero and after today...Well he'd have to wait for that, she was getting ahead of herself.

Lisza wore a flowing black and white dress, one she was commonly seen wearing for formal meetings and events such as this that were streamed across the holonet. Prominently displayed on her right breast and shoulder was her family crest, also painted in black and white. The Diktat of Corellia stepped forward, coming into full view of the crowd, her trademark warm smile displayed on her face. She wondered if [member="Romi Jade"] was somewhere in the crowd. Her eyes looked up expectantly to the slightly taller Jedi Master. Together the pair was an imposing duo.

[member="Jerec Asyr"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
 
Starchaser would make his trips back to Corellia on average, a few times a month. He was not going to trust Jared fully. The kid had a good head on his shoulders, but he was at times, unfocused and unrefined. He was maybe too much like Coren, a wanderer, and explorer, and trying to find himself. There was no fault in that, but he had seen him more and more around the Dawn Treader, the family’s flag and safe haven. His sister hardly made it back, but she was running the small mining and ship modification company in the Rim, and Coren was working on securing the Home Guard. But he had still made it home.

Any time anything was going on in the Core, he kept himself in the loop, and when certain things were happening on Corellia? He definitely made sure to be there. It meant making his freighter jump through some tricky space, but he was a Starchaser, after all. Tricks from Merrill and falsified documents, and he was right as rain. A nice part of being on the Rim. As he was gathered and being called, he stood up, and looked to Starseeker, one who was keeping the candles on at Corellia. He was a native, but he was one of those who left the world, and showed what Corellia was capable of in the wider galaxy.

Wearing his former Alliance uniform, the one with green piping he insisted on, to keep a call back to his home, he remained a step behind the Diktat.

[member="Lisza Starseeker"]
[member="Jerec Asyr"]
[member="Julius Sedaire"]
 
The Diktat. He admittedly didn't know her well. Corellia was his main concern when he came Core-ward. The Green Jedi being primary to that even. She seemed more system minded, which was great. But he had enough to focus on than to get wrapped up in that. He had tried it once. He just wasn't good at it really. But she still had fought with sweat and tears for his planet. And sacrificed such that most would never truly understand it. Commando guards that had been with him since the One Sith occupation were motioned forward. They still bore their Vanir Tech gear and weapons. Some of the hardest men and women in existence that the Green Jedi knew of.

Smiling, he took the offered longbox from one who bore it, and turned to Coren, inclining his head. The box floated to the Explorer and Jedi Supreme, and he looked at his old friend.

"You have risked more than most can understand for our planet and people. Worked tirelessly to show that our flame can be a Light to the entire Galaxy in even the darkest of times. In there are a pair of bloodstripes ... You've earned them more than thrice over. As well, a Corellian Cutlass of bloodsteel. Mark of both boon and bond. As well as dispensation for your family to utilize precious bloodsteel in mall amounts for personal use. And lastly... There's a bottle of our favorite. But you didn't get that from me."

Turning, he dipped his head to Lisza as well.

"You and I are not terribly familiar with each other. I suspect that will be rectified soon. The same trousers wait for you. As well as a very fine vintage of that same that is given to Starchaser. You may not be human, but you are as Corellian as they come. Thank you."

Here he turned, smiling to the small crowd, and bowed with a flourish.

"I'll turn the floor over to any others who need speak. As well as to announce any... Freelancers... Looking for work should seek out my men at the Green Devil Inn... Your people may have need of your skills"

Here he took a stance to the back and smiled to Lisza and the others.

 

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