A Time to Strike Back

[Marek S'hadar]

[member="Jericho"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Jericho"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], [member="Auron Song"], [member="Andorreth Vikar"], [member="Shango"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Kal Visna"], @anyone interested in either joining or voicing an opinion


Marek still had the ashes and dust of Ossus clinging to his armor when he'd called for the meeting on Voss. While he'd invited the council in particular, the invitation was open to any and all. While he wasn't on the council, and quite frankly never planned to be, the rank of master still brought some weight to his words, and some significance to him calling for such a gathering.

Perhaps it was a byproduct of his life that had led Marek to the conclusion that had called for such an occasion, he'd lived his life on the battlefield, at first for the dark, but now against it. He was a soldier, and everyone knew that. So perhaps they'd dismiss him, tell him that he was letting aggression cloud his judgement or something along those lines. It didn't matter, he would carry out his plan anyway, with or without their support, he'd garner at least some support and that would be enough.

The darkness that most every master in the Silver Jedi had spent their youth destroying in the Sith Empire, then defending against as young adults when it took on the mantle of the One Sith, once again was rearing its ugly head. This time it was not the Republic it came for because quite simply the Republic was gone, and the Jedi more fractured than ever with it, so now it came for them, and the rest would follow soon after.

The First Order and the Galactic Empire were both threats, and subjects of his mission, but his greatest concern lay in the state that had shaped his life since childhood, and one he thought he'd helped stomp out years ago; the Sith Empire. But politics complicated things, and as much as he wished it, the Silver Jedi couldn't simply just assault every faction controlled by the dark. They weren't big enough to topple three Empires alone, and at the present time they could not count on the other Jedi to assist them, not to mention that with relations with the First Order possibly cooling after Ossus, invading them would be counter productive.

But they could not go unpunished, and the spread of the dark could not go unopposed. So Marek had devised a solution of sorts, a plan to strike back without dragging the Silver Order directly into the conflict, and perhaps would draw Jedi from every order to its cause. There was potential to stop the enemy, or at least hurt them, as well as cement new alliances. All he needed was support, and soldiers to fight a war long in the making.

So, in the large meeting chamber in Voss' temple, Marek sat quietly and waited.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Not long after news of Ossus had hit the newswire, Corellia Digital had re-positioned it's Triage-class medical ship from the Corellian System to Silver Jedi space.

It was the Mercy. The same ship that had conducted humanitarian aid lift during the crisis on Mandalore, when Silver Jedi Master Sor-Jan Xantha had single-handedly very nearly plunged them all into all out war with the Mandalorian Clans when he'd taken a fleet to Mandalore in response to cataclysmic events devastating the planet.

Somehow, it had worked out for the best.

Afterward, the young Corellian had stepped down from the Council and pursued the economics of business. Corellia Digital had grown from a pet project to an interstellar corporation, so the boy had merely traded one council for another -- the board of directors.

Even still, departure from the Silver Council didn't mean a departure from being involved.

Perhaps the most outwardly visible sign of the change was the fact that the young boy no longer wore the green robes of a Corellian Jedi. Instead, he looked more like a Corellian smuggler. A dusty engineer's vest worn over a white shirt. Navy trousers with the yellow piping down the side, tucked into a pair of soft Selonian half-boots.

Paperweight, the relic of the Stark Hyperspace Wars, was still there. The design of the lightsaber harkening back to the days of the Old Republic, the era from which the Corellian vampire hailed.

Even if he was no longer part of the Order, the fact that he carried the lightsaber was indication enough that one might take the boy out of the Jedi, but they never took the Jedi out of the boy.

As he entered the room, the tow-headed boy looked around. It seemed he was the first to arrive.

"Master S'hadar," he offered cordially, with a short bow.

[member="Marek S'hadar"]​

 

[Kal Visna]

The storm was called and silence dominated once more, yet it is not peace nor order what this silence offer, but the hushed cries and sobs of those who's friends have fallen for the good of them... And of the people they have never met, to must, it was there to mend the wounds of war, to give a moment of peace in these times of constant war.

Not for Kal. He could feel no such things, mending? one does not mend a wound in the midst of battle! Break? there is no break in war, only the moments in which the enemy is planning your destruction! Do they see this as silence? Silence?! How can there be silence, when the voices of the fallen scream endlessly for justice in the eternal abyss in which they have been thrown, in the abyss in which they are forgotten!

There shall be no peace with the monsters that invade our homes, peace comes from all sides or it comes from none. If they brought war then war had to be fought so that peace may be established. There is no such thing as "inaction" only the choice of doing nothing... In this case, the choice of letting everything die around you.

This is what Kal had to convince his fellow jedi of, he had to make his point, something had to be done if peace is really what they wanted. Jedi master Marek S'hadar had invited the jedi to a meeting, not jsut the council which made him curious, but nonetheless this was a good chance to have his voice heard. Kal was sure there must be at least a few more jedi thinking the same as him...

The young padawan let his hood fall on his back as he entered the jedi temple of Voss, he was a little puzzled when he looked around, not many seemed to have arrived, but the person who called for this meeting was already here "I see I'm not late..." He begun looking between the two jedi present "I'm guessing it must be something major or at the least very serious." because if it was some sort of speech about how we must stay together, we will do better and that's all, he was going to facepalm.

[member="Marek S'hadar"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

I'd been present at the Temple on Voss when I'd caught whispers on some kind of operation going down. Jedi were....well they needed to teach their padawans practice at discreetly mentioning information. Still armored in my Vespera Beskar'gam minus the buy'ce I headed to a meeting room where supposedly I could help. I.....regretted the accusatory tone I'd taken with Master Dragonsflame and I was still waiting on meeting the Grand master...perhaps my involvement here might warrant an invitation to meet her.

Striding into the meeting room I looked towards a man I took to be the leader of this gathering and simply inclined my head towards him and rapped my right fist against my beskar breastplate. Respect given freely was frequently returned I'd found then I headed towards the back of the room where I simply sat on my haunches while waiting for anyone else to show up...

[member="Marek S'hadar"] ~ [member="Eriond"] ~ [member="Kal Visna"]

 

[Durisan Windrage]

The Woodlands of Voss were smaller than the other worlds that Durisan had been on. That didn't take away from their beauty and depth though, Durisan roamed the forests taking in all that the nature of Voss had to offer. With his wooden staff in hand he sat atop a tree watching a beautiful waterfall cascade water down into the abyss of a lake that seemed never ending. His breathing was calm and normal as the serene landscape provided him with much needed escapism from the violent wars being waged around Silver Jedi Territory.

The thing that Durisan loved about the Silver Jedi is that for the most part they left him alone and left him to his own devices. They were fairly light hearted people in nature - though as of late they seemed to be growing a tad be zealous due to the resurgence of Darksided factions in the galaxy. Specifically with the invasion of Ossus it seemed that the wounds ran deep in the Jedi.

War wasn't something that Durisan necessarily par-took in or agreed with; however, he could see the need for something to be done about these darksided factions. After all there was a balance that must be upheld in the force and in the galaxy and as of late it seemed as though the scales were slowly beginning to tip in the way of the darkside.

The word was beamed all across Silver Jedi space that there would be a meeting for something to be done about these darksided factions. Even tough the First Order had seemingly backed off after Ossus for unknown reasons there were still two factions in the Galactic Empire and Sith Empire that slowly encroached on Silver Jedi borders and it was time to strike out against them and do something.

Durisan slowly walked out of the woods of Voss his wooden cane in hand and his yellow eyes peered up to the Jedi Order. Buildings beseech the very foundation of nature; however, for some reason the Jedi seemed to like their buildings and "civilization" so Durisan continued his way into the meeting chambers where he found the Jedi Master, smuggler, padawan, and small boy who gave off a bone chilling vibe.

The Jedi Knight was not a very clean man as he spent most of his time in nature, spores themselves seemed to radiate in a way off of the man, and anyone who held an allergy would probably be sent into an instantaneous sneezing fit.He gave a half bow to the persons in the room before beginning.

"Greetings, I am Knight Durisan Windrage of the forests. I hear there is a meeting requested of the Jedi in order to discuss what we shall do about the Empires forming around us?"

[member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Eriond"] [member="Marek S'hadar"]

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Not many had come, but those who had would be enough for a start.

Looking up as the trickle of Jedi came into the room he kept a stern look on his face. A more vain side of him couldn't help but feel a little slighted, but not everyone had the chance to simply come back to Voss after Ossus and Lola Sayu, work had to be done.

"This is that meeting." He said in response to [member="Durisan Windrage"]. His voice was firm, and alongside his scarred visage and the way he carried himself it was clear the Marek S'hadar was a soldier, perhaps even more than he was a Jedi. It was his purpose to fight and one day die for the light, it was his sworn duty, and he relished in it.

Looking to [member="Andorreth Vikar"] and [member="Kal Visna"] he saw warriors with potential, with a drive that could be harnessed to uproot and punish those who dwelled in darkness. They would do nicely. "I did not call this meeting to speak about unity in the face of this adversity, or simple belief in our cause, I called it because it is time we take the fight to them. If that doesn't sit well with you, feel free to go."

 

[Syn]

[member="Marek S'hadar"]

There had been news and it seemed interesting when the one read the datapad to inform him. Sitting there in the jungle as he meditated and waited before rising up in a fluid motion as the muscles gleamed with sweat and grim from being in the forests. His boots crunched as he started walking back towards the temple and dropped all pretense of stealth. He didn't need it on Voss really but to be left alone from those who for the most part... annoyed the crotchety old master well he much preferred supporting the likes of Marek or even @Joshua Dragonsflame while he was going.

With a look on his face though he re-entered the temple heading there, not bothering much just pouring over his head as the dirt was being wiped off of his face and exposed chest. "Well interesting." The jedi master said it while he was there for a moment and stood in the wintriium hardened force enhanced armor. Gleaming black and red with the lightside fo the force radiating off of it. He had the fell star on his chest, the points of the silver star were still sharp and gleaming as they fueled the force in ways few could believe and it was on a chain of songsteel that glowed.

"I thought one such as you dead child." He said it with a smooth voice though and didn't mean it as an offense. Really he was curious and he had helped Rasu with what little searching she was able to do for him after his daughter disappeared while they were looking for Sochi. Until the jedi master had noticed she got lost and disappeared for now. He still held himself up like most of the others were not at his level and.... almost nine hundred years and seeing things figuratively gave you some pride. His sash smaller but more form fitted to go over the hollows of his eyes and hair short to the sides of his head instead of long.

He only needed the armored section of his pants instead relying on well the force and what he could do of dodging instead of heavy armor. Moving gracefully with a more catlike and fluid motion through the room to cross the distance before the sight of the dark royal purple metal hilts of his lightsabers. Twin blades on his thigh he rarely needed to use but they pulsed with the lightside of the force as the agena was used in the construction fo the alloy to bond it to him, the short fine hairs that almost blended with his skin prickling as he studied the others who were in the room and didn't know any of them save Marek.

 

[Durisan Windrage]

The Jedi Knight stood silently listening to the Jedi Master. He slowly moved to the otherside of the room - he felt that because he didn't look like a warrior they didn't take him for one, and that [member="Marek S'hadar"] felt that in a battle a warrior would be worth so much more. While in many situations that may be true, Durisan knew that he held his worth comparable to any warrior that may claim themselves as better. There is a place for warriors in battle, and there is a place for those who don't fight face to face in battle. Durisan had thought the Jedi understood this - just perhaps not this one.

He took a seat towards the back of the meeting room waiting for the plans to be discussed and the missions to be underway. When he took his seat he gently placed his wooden staff on the side of his chair and crossed his legs over.

"Instead of just doing this to 'punish darksiders' we should be doing this to maintain the balance in the galaxy. There has been an obvious shift in the force, and those who dwell in the Dark have gained a substantial amount of power as of late. Our mission, our goal should not be to put these factions down out of hatred for their past crimes on Ossus for example, but should be based primarily out of attaining balance in the force. If we do this out of vengeance, we have already failed ourselves."

It was obvious that this man had fought on Ossus, and probably seen many of his comrades fall before the First Order; however, it also made him come off as if he were upset and hurt by what happened on Ossus and this meeting was simply a way for him to take out his anger and frustration on Darksiders. Durisan had to make sure that this Jedi Master and pinnacle of light wasn't going to fall back into old ways - and instead could perhaps lead the Jedi to victories all across the Galaxy.