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Jorus Merrill

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CORONET CITY
CORELLIA

Corellia had celebrated the Harvest Festival for millennia. Even the Netherworld Crisis and the planet's near destruction had only interrupted the holiday. Today, though, the festival felt more real, less forced, than it had since the cataclysm. Markets had a full and real harvest on display. The contests of skill had serious money behind them. And, most importantly, the diaspora was back.

There were a hundred ways to be Corellian. There were a hundred ways to be any number of things, but on Corellia you'd rarely get the usual 'no true Mando’ debates. A CorSec officer, a rancher, a shipwright, a privateer, and a flat-out smuggler could share a drink and cheer on the swoop races. And you could be Corellian by blood or by habit or by descent and that was all fine too: civic rather than ethnic nationalism. Beautiful place, Corellia. Coronet City had the sharp edges of a modern metropolis, but sepia light and occasional tumbleweeds never let you forget the soil beneath your feet.

After a brief visit to the Green Jedi Enclave out of town, Jorus walked the market promenade. How long since he'd been back? Since he'd helped Sedaire kick the One Sith out of the system, maybe. Since he'd won his second set of bloodstripes, the ones he hadn't felt like he deserved. He wore his first set, though, the faded lower-grade stripes he'd earned on a beach not far from here. Life had been simpler then. Maybe someday it would be again, and places like this could play a role.

For lack of anything better to do just now, he started browsing the tech tables.

OOC/ Figured there's no harm in doing something Corellianish. Hop in if you like; if not, no worries.

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Coren Starchaser

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He’d been popping back to the homeworld as often as he could. The Jedi Master had recently claimed his title, a family tradition of being an actual Jedi, and his spot on the New Jedi Order council. He was much more than that, but this was affording him the reprieve from the military that he desparately needed. His YT-2000 was loaded up with some supplies and things that were needed on the homeworld, and he had heard tale many more Corellians were going to be back home when he was going to head there. That was always nice. He’d been in touch with the likes of Jorus and Julius, but there were many others he’d lost touch with in recent years.

 

Having landed, he made sure his gear was removed from the ship, and the smuggled goods? Well, they were placed in temporary storage just as quick as they were removed from his own ship. Smiling, he grabbed the keycard to the storage locker, grabbed his nerfhide jacket, and made off for the downtown. The Jedi had some gear for the Green Jedi, and a few CorSec teams that needed to hunt down some smugglers bringing in something called Octane.

 

Didn’t matter right now, he just needed to get some of the gear towards the right people, and he was meeting a few at the bazaar. He was going to get some shopping in first, but then deliver the parts.

 

First, dinner though. The Corellian was sitting down to a meal with himself, burritos and chips. Perfect spaceport food. And he had a good view over the bazaar down below.


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Coronet City

 

It had been a long time since Coci had been here. Coronet City was the gateway to her home in the country, the Estate house of House Sinopi which dated back to the Corellian Empire.Although the Empire was now placed in the pages of history books and the lands that her family home owned had dwindled returning, rightfully in her mind to the people, what was left now long gone after the destruction. She had returned directly after that with Grand Master Corvus Raaf and her sister and Thurion, to see for herself what had happened and to find out if any of the people she grew up with had survived it. No one did.

 

It was not until the imminent birth of her last born, Thirdas did she return again. That had been planned, she and Thurion wanted to return to her heritage, give birth to a new line of Corellian in the family and they had come to the Sahsahlah Floating Mountains for the wonderful dayHer choice, and considering her son, most appropriate to him. Does ones birth place inform the person?Something innate written on their soul never to be removed?Very much so, at least with Corellian blood.

 

Coci walked passed some of the food stalls at the Harvest Festival, "How many Corellians does it take to change a glowpanel?", a gruff voiced asked another, and notably well into their fifth rounds of whiskey.  "None ...", the answer forthcoming but interrupted by her. "..it's easier to cheat at Sabacc in the dark". She turned to give them a smile before continuing on.  

 

She pondered the fact of how much she had changed over the years, the events in her life leading her to horizons she did not expect, but one thing was certain and would never change, she is Corellian and it was good to be home.


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She hadn't been home in awhile, Sor-Jan had brought her here to work with her... to search her old family home in the sector after the devastation and she had managed to retrieve her family crystal. The green cloak billowing around her as she walked and the gleaming of the jedi credit was there acting as the clasp of her cloak. The sky blue and brown robes underneath the green cloak was something that she liked the sight of. Her golden hilted saber on her hip with the pyronium and tutaminis crystal. Golden bands on her wrist and hand when she slowly hummed tending the flowers. Rostek's hybrids had been remade and she was looking at the genetic slicer to make the plants into a custom variant of orchid. There was a fectival going on and she wasn't going to be one to miss it.



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Jorus Merrill

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The closer Jorus got to the old Horn homesite, the more he felt like they was where he was supposed to be. Pilot, family man, blue-collar, loner: Corran Horn had stood out in the Jedi legends as a man a lot like Jorus. Out front, a young woman tended flowers. She had a Corellian Jedi Credit for a brooch, maybe her own, maybe a family heirloom.

"Hey there," said Jorus, coming up to the front gate. "This the old Horn heritage site? Was looking for a plaque."

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Coronet City

Riding in from the spaceport

 

The Captain of the Corellian Dawn reeved up the engine of her beloved swoop bike, then she flew down the YT-1930 light freighter's secondary cargo hold's loading ramp and sped off towards the city center leaving her trusted Wookiee co-pilot to off load the supplies brought in on the run coreward.

 

This still wasn't the Corellia where she was born and raised, but the petite smuggler was impressed with how the broken planet had been reformed and built back up since that fateful day the heart of its people was split in two as well. 

 

The sights, the sounds, the smells were are new, but the character of old Coronet was coming through as the fiery Corellisi pulled into the parking area for the Harvest Festival. It was the Corellian spirit that made it so. 

 

Hopping off Hell's Fury, the petite smuggler adjusted the holstered DL-44 Heavy blaster pistol slung low off her shapely right hip and gave a tug to the vest that fit over the button down tunic tucked into a pair of trousers with Corellian bloodstripes running down the sides of each pant leg. The brunette then strolled towards the stalls, heavy boots clicking along the duracrete path. A new pair of leather gauntlet gloves were on the list that Eliza would be looking for amongst other things like seeking out new and old contacts alike this trip. There was always room for business along with making pleasure. 

 

It was good to be home. 

 

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First it was Metal Lords.

 

Then it was the Royal House of Alderaan.

 

Now, Corellia faced a threat more dire than any before it. Corellians. And by the look of 'em, nerf herders. The lot of them. Glancing up from his datapad, the tow-headed Anzat was supervising the movement of supplies intended for distribution across Corellia Digital's logistics chain. As the company has expanded, they'd built up a could of warehouses outside of Coronet City.

 

It gave Sor-Jan an excuse to come back to his own home of Bela Vistal now and again.

 

The Harvest Festival was taking place. Not just here, but also Drall, Selonia, Talus, and Tralus. Universally, his employees had all called in "sick." And more than a few of them seemed to be communally sharing a bottle of the same "cough medicine" whilst bemoaning their condition with a game of Sabaac.

 

Owning a business founded upon the Corellian work ethic was kind of like having a Fortune 500 company where every employee was either Coren Starchaser or Jorus Merrill.

 

It was a wonder they managed to get anything accomplished, let alone post their fourth quarter earnings on time and in the black.


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The nice thing about living near a spaceport, or, in the case of Starchaser, in spaceports was that there was always good food, and if you didn’t like what was being served at one place? Go to the next one, a whole galaxy of options. Looking up from his meal, the nerf meat covered in cheese and spice and wrapped in a burrito, he caught the eye of one of the other patrons at the bar. A Jedi Credit came out of their pocket, as was signal, for this type of thing with the dark side everywhere, and Coren nudged the man in the Force. The Twi’lek looked over at Coren and stepped up.
 
“Starchaser, yeah?” To which Coren nodded, looking the green-skinned alien over. This was the Harvest Festival, and it was the perfect cover for getting some of the more high end products onto the planet with so many ships coming and going. The Corellian human pushed the datacard over the table to the Twi’lek.
 
“May the Force be with you.” Coren offered and the Twi’lek nodded. “And with you, Watchman.” A title that many claimed to have, but Coren was only mildly part of the Green Jedi, preferring to be dealing with his New Jedi Order, but always came calling when the homeworld was in need. Next was the other being.But he had to get himself into Coronet, and he was out between Tyrena, and Coronet, the Starchaser Estate was not too far from a small town, which was where he was.
 
Making his way down to the street level, he had made his way to his speeder. Warming the engine up, he set the navpoints and sped on out of town, on his way towards Coronet and the Festival.

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Corellia. It had been a while.

 

Adelle stood at the entrance to the spaceport, looking out at the crowds gathered for the Harvest Festival in Coronet. From memory, she could walk the path from the spaceport to the CorSec Plaza and CorSec's building blindfolded. Recent wars had dulled its splendor but even Coruscant—named after famous gemstones—and all it's high, wealthy levels could not compare to Coronet. Chatter filled the air as Corellians far and wide made the pilgrimage to their home planet for the festival. She could already smelled food, fried, roasted, deep-fried, double-fried, or beer-battered. Above it all, she could smell the sweet, nutty scent of dense ryshcate. The last Harvest Festival she'd been planetside for, she'd been stuck in a hospital recovering.

 

She adjusted her jacket, trying to hide the dingy tank top underneath. Corellia was inviting, it was warm, it was home—so why did she feel reluctant to melt into the crowds? There were things to do, food to eat, alcohols to drink, people to see. Her father still lived in his apartment near downtown. There was the Selonian cemetery she ought to visit. Adelle shook her head and started forward. Now was not the time to get lost inside her own head. Her bare feet took her down familiar ways to a local cantina, to hear the latest gossip and news of the galaxy at large.



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Keira was off visiting with family, and had asked him to watch their son. So Julius had taken him to Coronet, the little tyke strapped in a holding harness to his chest. Having a baby in a carrier, the bloodstripes and pistol, as well as the twinned lightsabers, drew some attention for sure. But most recognized him. Jedi Master, on the Green Jedi Council. Helped liberate a planet. Done a few more things. At current his son slept, a hand stroking the lads brow as he watched his people for once be themselves.

His wife might be teaching her son about the Mandalorian way of life, but he would make sure the lad knew the other half of his heritage. And this was a good start for the toddler. The spirit of the Corellians shone bright in dark times, but it was positively a sun in the times of revelry.

Maybe he'd run into Jorus Merrill or Coren Starchaser, or meet other new friends. He sipped a sweet tea he was fond of and waited. No few people would approach him, in thanks, offer to buy him a drink, or just in general show appreciation. Most left with a drink bought from him, and wishes of health for his son and wife. News traveled fast he guessed.

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Coronet City Spaceport 

 

It had been years since Kurayami had taken the time to return to his home planet, though the question as to why remained. He had left so long ago that he had only faint memories of what once familiar places looked like. Sure, he had heard of the Harvest Festival and all the insanity it brought, but he saw no reason to go, at least for many years he told himself that he had no real want to return. Was it a lie? Yes, it was. Granted he would never reveal that to anyone without being so drunk he had no idea what he was saying...so basically a normal day when he wasn't having to deal with the running of a company or making sure that his myriad of ships were in flyable condition. And that didn't count for when he set out with the Confederacy to expand their influence by taking out a few starfighters here or there, maybe some ground emplacements too. 

 

So many memories flooded his mind as he guided the Amara-class interceptor onto the landing pad he was given by ATC at the Coronet City Spaceport. He always did enjoy messing with the hangar personnel. He came in at a shallow angle and faster than was deemed 'safe' for landing, slowing the craft through the use of a well timed flare and cutting power to the engines while using the repulsors to set the craft down surprisingly gently. Sure it bounced a bit and even slid a few feet but it was worth it for the chance to watch the men scurry around thinking something really bad was about to happen. 

 

Sliding the canopy back and climbing out of the cockpit, he dropped down and unsealed the helmet from his Aquila armored flight suit. Basically the design was an updated take on the Corellian armored flight suits of bygone eras. He had a smirk plastered on his face as he looked around, it might be clear to a trained observer that he was uncomfortable even with the displaying of first class bloodstripes apparent on the pant legs of the flightsuit. So much had happened here since he left, he didn't want a history lesson, but the discomfort he felt was the knowledge that few, if any would know him...and that this was where it had all started. From his life as a mercenary to at one time taking the risk of becoming engaged. Though less apparent as he made his way into the city proper the smirk was still there. He pulled a flask from the right side inner pocket of his flight jacket and took a sip as he walked through the streets, a single lightsaber hung at his left hip. For now he would simply wander, taking in the sights and sounds of the planet, if anyone approached him to talk, then he'd humor them, right now he was lost in trying to piece together old memories that he was simultaneously trying to repress with alcohol. A bit of a confusing man indeed. 


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Harvest Festival , Corellia 

 

 

 

Delila wasn't really Corellian but she had spent a lot of time on planet in her younger years. Having nothing else to do in her late teenage years, she had skipped off Ord Mantel and joined CorSec. In a rather (retrospectively) stupid move she had gotten married and stayed on Corellia with now ex-husband for nearly a decade. The redhead liked to consider herself somewhat a Corellian just for surviving that stint alone. 

 

 

Harvest Festival was something never to be missed. That said, she had missed quite a few due to circumstances beyond her control. It was good to be back though, walking the streets that were lined with throngs of happy festival goers. Delila had a burrito in hand, bought off a street vendor as she wandered around. 

 

 

The redhead was headed to the marketplace first, taking the 'scenic' route so to speak. There were some spare credits burning a hole in her pocket.  


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Lorna Halcyon

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She heard a voice and looked up pulling the cloak back to let her black and brown hair fall down a little where she looked. Bangs that were left after the braids in her hair and the high ponytail style. "Yes it is." She said it while rising up and standing as tall as she could while wearing the boots and cloths. "Were you looking for my grandfather, I am aftaid he and most of them died in the devastation... but we rebuilt." She offered a small smile while standing there. "I am Lorna Halcyon." She knew a few people were put of by Selena but she had never found saying her name to be a problem.. if anything the real problem came when she met some fo the other jedi who expected her to be super talented being from a family.



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"Sorry to hear it," he said and meant it. Like many Corellians, he hadn't been here during the Netherworld Crisis, and always felt a twinge of guilt about that. Not like he could have done anything, but still. "And no, I'm not lookin' for anyone in particular, just wandering. Got curious." How to explain, if at all, that Corran Horn had been...what? Not an inspiration per se, certainly not an idol. An example, maybe?

 

He eyed the Jedi Credit at the clasp of her cloak. "I'm Jorus Merrill. You a Jedi, or is that jedcred a family thing? I've known a couple Halcyons, might be your cousins."


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As he continued to meander down the streets, he reached into a side pocket of the utility belt he wore, pulling out a thin electrum chain with two rings on it. Both of these rings were simple, but they had a striking blood red coloration. One was the ring that he had planned to give Jenni as her wedding ring. That one had a small emerald set in the top, and two smaller sapphires set next to it. The other was naught but a simple band, this one had been a gift from Amara. He took a seat on the sidewalk, leaning back against a nearby building, resting his head against the wall behind him. No tears fell, but the glassy appearance of his gaze it was apparent he was doing all he could to hold them back. This notion was reinforced when he sighed deeply, looking back down to the rings and chain in his right hand a sad smile appearing as he remembered how he got the one from Amara. 

 

Long before they met, she had lost her parents, and been shuffled from one orphanage to the next until she came of age and ended up meeting a man who would eventually play a big part in both of their lives. Dietrich. Or as they came to know him, "Aquila 8." He had been Erich's second in command in Aquila Squadron, and took Amara under his wing when she had tried to steal parts from the mercenary group's hangar. The encounter gave her a job and a place to stay at least. She spent hours learning every part of the RZ-1 A-Wings the squadron had recently come into possession of. She proved invaluable as a mechanic and spent most of her downtime while the mercs were out playing around in the simulator, just something to pass the time. What she did not realize was that the 'sorties' she had flown were stored on a nearby terminal. Why? Simple, it allowed the squadron to practice without drawing undue attention and then review the entire flight and work on perfecting their techniques. 

 

It was shortly before he joined that Erich had noticed new files for a solo pilot. He checked these to see who had been training, and it seemed odd that the times were all while they were off actually in the air. Sure there were a few personnel who might have, but none of them knew where the footage came from either. It was rough, but there was a sense that with proper training whoever did this had potential. Through questioning other maintenance crew members it was eventually pieced together that Amara was the culprit. SHe was offered to fly on training sorties only, anything less than what was shown in the simulator footage and she would be put under the watch of another member until they cleared her. 

 

Kurayami was introduced to her, Dietrich, and Erich when they were celebrating her official induction to the squadron. Much of this meeting would lead Kurayami to joining Aquila Squad as a hopeful member. To help his case he showed his service record with the CDF, and recounted the earning of his first class bloodstripes to his fellow Corellians. It was enough to allow him a shot. During his first combat deployment with the other three, he ended up downing a fighter on Amara's six, and he stuck with her through the rest of the engagement, flying as her wingman and making sure she made it home. The sheer amount of carnage on both sides of that engagement was impressive, and not a singe craft that landed back at HQ was undamaged. But they made it home, that was the important part.

 

During the downtime between that and the next call, he offered to help her with her defensive maneuvering, with him playing the role of aggressor in the sims and flying the most commonly encountered bogey craft against her. Through these exercises they began to learn the others patterns and a deep bond formed between them. Evntually she recounted her upbringing to him and told him that there was something she wanted him to have, the only thing she had of much value, a Corellian bloodsteel band. It had been a reminder of the bond that all Corellians shared as well as their resilience. Her reasoning was that he had been like a brother to her, and that instead of worrying for himself he kept her safe, even agianst the advice of Dietrich. As her chosen family, it made sense to her that he should have it. It would be the last time they got to sit down for a drink together, this time in remembrance of Erich's death during the last sortie and solemn celebration of Kurayami being chosen by Erich before hand to succeed him as lead if the encounter turned out to be as suicidal as it had. They had stuck around too long, trying to keep their flight lead alive, only leaving when he told them to go as a direct order. Neither one of them could have seen what would come next...

 

The next flashes were bits and pieces of their time spent together, from the first meeting up to her untimely passing. Dietrich getting heated and warning them against geeting too close. He was a hardened veteran and jaded to the loss of friends. Erich however, had encouraged it, jokingly referring to them in combat as sharing one mind. At least he had been supportive. The last image, and the one that finally broke him was watching her craft go up in flames during an emergency landing. No one could have stopped it, the engines had been pushed too far and overheated due to damage. The landing had jarred something loose and that was it, her ship went up immediately into a fireball. Dietrich blamed him for allowing his wingman to take so much damage, and vowed that if they ever met in the air as rivals, he would kill him. A promise that he had tried to carry out in the skies of Boz Pity. A battle which ended in Kurayami's favor. The transmission from Dietrich was still saved somewhere as well. At this point he knew that tears were falling, even if he wasn't sobbing outwardly. He raised his flask, as if toasting someone only he could see, drinking deeply as he put the chain around his neck, looking down, trying to focus on the rings once more before tucking them under the jacket as he zipped it up. Even he wasn't sure where the tears came from, sadness? Joy? Or just an aftereffect of being home again? 

 

Most importantly though, did it really matter?   


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So frumpy mum in designer clothes, wandered the stalls at the Festival, munching on a couple of Corellian potato sticks. Her attention divided between taking in the sights and sounds and keeping a firm force 'grip' on her son, Thirdas Heavenshield. He had raced ahead of her, excited by everything and wanting to see it all as most kids of his age do.The path through the stalls led her to the market place, stalls in which one could find anything from trinkets to clothing to .. if you knew the right stall to go to, weapons. Anything in between. Regardless of her life as Jedi, and living a more sustainable one and getting by with less, she still that eye for the finer things in life, a hangover from her past and family influence of grandeur.

 

And so she stopped at a stall selling beautiful hand made jewellery. Laid out before her was all sorts of charms, whoever the artiste was had a good eye for detail and design and so she stood by picking through the craft and had determine to purchase something.  

 

"Ah I see the lady has taste", an older corellian woman approached her behind the stall counter. "It is said to be a pearl of a dragon from Tatoonie. The story goes that the hunter tracked the dragon for days and the fight to the death was fearsome but the hunter prevailed, even though he lost an arm and an eye and most of his teeth".  

 

An arched eyebrow and smirk listened to the woman's tale. "A Krayt Dragon pearl huh?", she raised the piece before her eyes as if intrigued by the history of the piece, but regardless of this story the stone was beautiful, most likely fake but it still looked lovely. "Then I simply must have it". 


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"She thumbed it more from instinct but spoke. "It is a family heirloom, recovered by an ancestor and given to his wife then passed down over the years. FOr the most part we have tried to keep it going and help out though with all of the wars across the galaxy." She left it go off, most jedi from Corellia stayed here and rarely left.. she left once or twice mostly with her master Cynna Sunrider... which well when one of the great jedi families asks you to be their padawan it is really hard to say no. Lorna though was looking at him and offered one fo the orchids as she sp[oke. "Though it hasn't been a total lose with the netherworld coming here it did uncover some fo the older areas of the home. Mostly sealed off and we were able to find these in the sequencer. I little something from the past."



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Nej was good at a lot of things. Haggling with Corellians was hard to do (even if you were allegedly one). But you know what was easy? Swiping things from markets.

 

So far, he had a new watch, a few new rings, and a really nice comb. Which was running through his beautiful hair, currently. He smiled as he eyed the market, trying to make out his next pickpocket. Easy money, better times. He glanced around, sniffing and rubbing his face with a ring-adorned hand. 

 

He tapped his foot on the ground, matching the beat of a street performer, playing a sweet melody. He pretended to drop a credit chit in his box, but made out with about sixty credits from the suckers box himself. 

 

Good times, good times. 


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How long had it been since he last came here? Back to the planet of Corellia, where he had sworn of returning to. Yet, here he was. And for this day he had Mia and Renla stay back on Commenor. This was something he had to deal with alone. So here he was, in Coronet City. He had arrived by shuttle, and now he walked through the market promenade. As it turned out, so much had changed since he was last here. 

 

Darben kept to himself mostly for the time being, just standing about as he looked around. How he missed this. Missed his home. Quickly, he pulled out the flask given to him by Eddak and took a gulp of the sweet liquid within. This festival was busy, very busy and he was feeling somewhat anxious, he was now starting to wish he had brought someone along with him. No familiar faces he could see, everyone here was new to him.