Public A way of life (Jedi)

[Pyeth Raffinki]

Tiland Kortun | Kei Amadis | Ura Iolar | Kal Harris

"It's our pleasure!" Pyeth chirped, giving an approximate imitation of her bow. Suddenly, he darted up, staring at the fireball that roared over the village and into the hills beyond. Giving it his full attention, his eyes adjusted focus until he could see the pilot hopping out and beginning repairs as though nothing had happened. Very strange.

He considered going to help, then remembered he knew sod all about Starships. Even after a decade amongst the stars, it was all arcane to him. "I think he flew too close to the sun." He murmured, looking back at Tiland who drew attention to another, even stranger phenomenon. The Jedi were multiplying.

One of them approached, taking the path up from the village. When Tiland jokingly revealed themselves to be Jedi Pyeth couldn't believe how casual it was. Perhaps, he was too familiar with keeping their identity secret. "Convention? Three Jedi is a convention. This is a parliament!" He exclaimed before introducing himself again.

"My name is Pyeth, and this is my friend Tiland." He said, perfectly mimicked from his earlier introduction before returning to the business of helping Eerie Omera . She might have been his saviour from this madness, "Can you show us the way, maybe tell us a little more about the village? You are welcome too of course Mr..?"

Finally, he turned his head to spot another friend joining the group. "I would love to help you... but first, can we help Eerie get these shrimp back safe and sound? Also, hello My name is Pyeth, and this is my friend Tiland."

Breath.

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

Location: Outside of Ikorra, Thalia
Tag: Jasper Kai'el Kei Amadis

There was at least 1 survivor, and Amelia wasn't detecting anyone else. Other than that there were a couple of individuals approaching the site. Albeit they were slower than how Amelia arrived given the transportation. She did say to her companions that she would be there as soon as possible, and frankly this was just a method of doing that. The survivor was a blonde young man with soot covering his hands and the smell of smoke and oil filled the air. Unfortunately for Jasper, Amelia knew her ships and knew the risks of flammable materials suddenly combust.

"It smells a lot more than just your foil. Come on down from there, we need to get this fire contained before your ship goes up in bigger flames." Amelia says as she gestures for him to get down from there. Not that she had any reason to suspect that he would be anything nefarious, but it was more of a safety issue.

"Is it just you or is there someone else with you?" A good question to see if she might have to delve into the burning ship to save someone from meeting their end. Whether they're a living creature, or droid.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Thalia, Philosopher Crash Site
Tags: Amelia Venthyra , Kei Amadis ​

"Don't worry, the flames won't be getting any bigger," Jasper assured. "I already isolated the fire from anything at risk of exploding. There isn't much left but smoke."

There was no doubt in his mind that the Jedi knew her way around a ship, just not his ship. The Philosopher was one of a kind, restored by his own two hands. If Jasper knew anything, it was how to keep it from blowing up. Sure enough, as Jasper had said, the smoke slowly began to die down, though not entirely fading just yet.

"Is it just you or is there someone else with you?"

"Nope," he replied. "Just me. I don't often travel with company."

Sad, but true. It was generally for the safety of his friends. Dex was old and blinding, and if anything happened to Lana he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

"Thanks for coming all the way out here," Jasper added. "It's not every day I land on a hospitable planet, even if I didn't plan on landing..." He slammed the panel at the top of the foil closed, leaping off the top of his ship with ease. "I wouldn't be too worried about my ship. She may not look it, but she's tough. A few hours to cool and recalibrate should be enough to get her airborne... The problem's gonna be getting the blasted thing out of the ground."

Jasper was trying his best to come off as an average civilian. So long as no questions arose about his force sensitivity, he'd be off the planet in a few hours with little more than a minor headache.

"Oh, I'm Jasper by the way," the exile added, extending his hand in greeting. "Pleasure to meet ya."

 

[Kei Amadis]

Eerie Omera | Pyeth Raffinki | Tiland Kortun | Ura Iolar | Kal Harris

A parliament! Kei laughed. "Trust me, you don't want to see a jedi parliament." There was an enormous grin on his face. Things had changed since he was young, that much was probably still true. The different Jedi orders used to be less adaptable and more prone to arguing. The grin subsided slowly, and he offered to help with the carrying. "Amadis." Kei introduced himself semi-formally, dropping the Master title, "pleased to meet you all."

The day Amadis kept anything about him a secret would be a wet day on Tatooine! Brazen and to the point. Some might say too blunt at times, or too unadaptable.

Others seemed deep in their private conversations. He was about to wish them well, after helping carry anything they needed before he left. His business in the village all but concluded, when a newcomer arrived.

Kal Harris

Amadis was not in a robe, he often wore practical clothing unlike many of his colleagues. He'd tried a mix of robe and uniform at one time, the less said about that the better! Saber at his side clear and plain to see for anyone watching labeled him a Jedi. After patiently waiting a time he strode up to the newcomer, a slight limp to his step. The grizzled Epicanthix gave a firm nod in Kal's direction.

"Master Amadis, Silver Jedi. How may I help?" A large friendly grin was offered and a firm hand to shake. Looking to see if he was injured from that ship impact he'd heard about, "your ship that came down?"

Jasper Kai'el | Amelia Venthyra

The two aging veteran engineers had just about arrived if they were needed, out of breath and lugging their equipment with them. Introducing themselves as "SJC wildcard logistics," Vars and Hjnsta, offering to assist or be sent away, after a breather of course! One squatted down by his toolbox and took a sip of some water, offering it to his friend, who was busy trying to get a look at the ship's damage. Making concerned and sympathetic faces as he sized it up.

OOC:

Spoiler

Just pushing us on so we don't stall. Engineer NPCS still free to use in posts, or send back.

 

[Kal Harris]

He listened as Pyeth Raffinki responded to his past question and said "yes you can help her that's perfectly fine ill go sit down and wait for you to finish your business apologies for interrupting." after Pyeth finished he began to start walking away when he heard Kei Amadis he turned around and shook his hand and said, "Nice to meet you too apologies I didn't see your lightsaber sir I've been distracted I've been stuck here for a few days and was hoping Jedi could help me get off because I've asked a few people for help."

"your ship that came down?"

He responded, "No sir as I said I've been here a few days and was hoping one of you could help me get off this planet but I also have to say that's not the only reason I asked for Jedi help I heard that Jedi can train people who use something called the force to become a Jedi and was wondering if someone could train me? he added quickly realizing he hadn't mentioned it "I can use the force by the way!" he said as he made a few pebbles float into his hand

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Eerie Omera Pyeth Raffinki Kei Amadis Ura Iolar Kal Harris

Tiland considered a moment, hearing the name of Wildcards. He tapped his chin for a moment, before speaking to Kei. "You were a comrade of Kiyron's, were you not?"

His eyes shifted, a smile twitching his mustache. "I have seen a parliament of Jedi. It is quite unpleasant."

As the newcomer spoke, he considered the young man who was making pebbles float. "Indeed, that is true. Why don't you help us with the shrimp?" He asked, leaning over to pick up one of the baskets and resting it on his hip.