Rebels
Operation meander to the conflict.
The fighting had intensified. More people were arriving, and for some reason he couldn't quite understand, were charging into combat for no real reason. This included Jedi. It was all very perplexing. Carn had finally decided that he had walked around the perimeter of the epicentre of the violence, and thus decided it was time to make some form of appearance. Perhaps he could remind a few Jedi that Form Zero still existed.
So, with a sharp left at the next available opportunity, Carn walked towards the ever so encouraging sounds of explosions, lasers, and general disarray. His walk, as per always when situations like this arose, was incredibly calm and measured - he appeared to be a bemused sea of tranquility in the eye of a violent storm filled with chaos. Yet even though his slow, meandering stroll through the Mandalorian city seemed to take forever, he continued to keep the speed he set himself. If this was a Mandalorian world, it could well have merely been a Mandalorian civil war. In which case neither he, nor the Jedi on world had any business being here, and should seek transport back to the nearest bastion of republic democracy.
Even though Carn's pace was more suited to a stroll through a garden, rather than an ever expanding warzone, his mind was running at a great deal ofnparsecs per second. He had figured out where he was, after he had paused to examine a rogue printed news article - his Mandalorian was rusty, yet he still knew enough to make out that this wasn't just some outpost, but Mandalore itself. The rest of the article made no sense to him, yet he now knew where he was - which made him think that whatever had brought him here, had done so for some purpose or another. Most likely to do with this apparent Mandalorian civil war. Perhaps whoever it was had brought him here to broker a deal with the order. It was an amusing thought, but he didn't put much stock in it. Nothing about this planet felt right.
The Force.
Even the Force felt strange to Carn here, as if it had been displaced, or perhaps distorted. It was still there, as it always was, yet... it was odd. Like it wasn't the Force he had aged with. It made him question when he was. Carn had long theorised that the Force changed as the years went by. Not that anyone would be able to tell in their lifetime, as the change was too subtle. However pver tens, or hundreds of years? He was certain it would feel differently, however he had no real evidence to back up his theory. Yet he was thinking along abstract lines at this point, and found himself refocusing on why he was here.
If he was anywhere, regardless of the time or place, he had a duty. As a Jedi, it was to protect those unable to protect themselves. As a Master of the Jedi Order, it was to impart wisdom to those still on their pathways through the Jedi, while looking out for them. As a member of the High Council, it was his duty to lead, and defend the Order.
He found his commslink was in his hand before the thought had even reached his mind. There is no ignorance - there is knowledge. The second line of the refined code was something he lived by. Without knowing more, he couldn't act. He knew this was Mandalore... He knew this place seemed to distort the Force... He knew there were Jedi on world... And he knew he had a duty to complete.
"Hailing all Jedi on world. This is Master Dista of the High Council. Report in, and share what you know about the situation we're in, and then begin locating eachother and grouping up. If this is war, then we will find safety in numbers. May the Force be with you all."
