Faction All Roads Lead to Tython | (NJO / All Jedi)

[Bernard]

TYTHON​

The Settling of New Kaleth​

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The war against the Brotherhood continues. Though it’s come to a tenuous lull in the tides of battle, the homes of countless were destroyed, and the lives of many more were lost and continue to be lost every day in the defence of the good, of life itself.

It is a bright spot, in a galaxy ravaged by the shadows of war, to be given the chance to build, to create. A ship of members of the Church of the Force, refugees from the Maw’s attack on Jedha, have come to Tython to find a new home closer to the Order of Jedi whose ideals they share. With common ground in the tenets they follow, the survivors of Jedha and the New Jedi Order come together on Tython to build a new home. In the shadow of the Great Temple of Knowledge, New Kaleth, a place of Peace and Repose, is to stand as a symbol of hope.

Yet, even in a place of peace war still leaves its marks. In the town hall of New Kaleth, the Circle gathers to discuss the next steps of the Order in private, while the Jedi who returned to Asog find some time to find repose. Further out, some Jedi must investigate a call of distress by a group of settlers whose disappearance is believed to have been the work of Flesh Raiders.

Scene I

New Kaleth, Town Hall
The Sword and The Medkit​

As the city construction efforts continue, the Town Hall of New Kaleth has been lent to the New Jedi Order so they may convene as a group for the first time since the Attack on Asog. As the first major offensive action of the New Jedi since the Tragedy at Coruscant, the Order is given some time to rest and determine the next steps in the war against the Brotherhood of the Maw.

Scene II

New Kaleth, Settlement
Rebuild What Was Lost​

Jedi are tasked with various assignments to assist the survivors of Jedha in their work to construct their new home, New Kaleth. The Jedi Order’s unique access to the powers of the Force makes these tasks more manageable and expeditious, especially without greater construction equipment. Sentinels put their technological expertise to use, Guardians their brawn and security skills, and Consulars provide assistance with mystic Force expertise and telekinetic prowess.

Scene III

Forests of Tython
The Flesh Raider Threat​

A group of settlers, four workers and a child, has gone missing in the forests around New Kaleth. They went out to gather additional materials and survey the surrounding area, making it about an hour out of the camp on speeder when they set off a distress call that was cut short. According to one of the local guides, the path they took runs close to a Flesh Raider settlement. It’s likely their presence angered the Raiders, who will undoubtedly have captured the group. Negotiate their release and find a solution for their future relationship, lest the Flesh Raiders become a permanent problem for New Kaleth.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Scene II
Rebuild What Was Lost​

He hadn't been there in a long, long time. Cale had grown up under this sky, spent days in classes, and nights staring at the ceiling trying to imagine all the adventures he'd have one day. Cale hadn't ended up liking the reality, but rarely anyone in their line of work did. But stepping onto Tython's soil gave him something he'd missed for a long, long time. The work they were doing was a nice change too. A job that didn't involve smuggling, or fighting a frothing-at-the-mouth psychopath was a welcome thing if there ever was one.

Still, a cloud of melancholy hung around him as he hauled the materials he could carry over his shoulder towards the next site in need of it. How long would this home he was building last its occupants? Would it survive whatever turmoil the galaxy suffered in the next decade? Would they? For all he knew there was every chance Tython would be under a Sith flag in a year, claimed by some resurgent empire out of wild space. Sure, that same hypothetical empire would fall five years later tops, but the homestead would be long destroyed, all memory of their charity erased.

Aleks tried to make him see things more optimistically, they were Jedi, Cale had proven that the things that had been good about him were more than just programming and suggestion, but everything still felt pointless. The good, the bad, it wouldn't matter by the time of the children of this settlement grew up, if they did, it'd all be undone for better or for worse.

Still, something stirred inside him when he watched the eyes of the young go wide as he lifted a beam into place with nothing more than an outstretched hand and the might of his own mind.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Jedi were always needed, and as much as sometimes the galaxy threw the Jedi to the side, what they represented was important for maintaining balance in the galaxy. Regardless of what the conversation with Ashin had made him think, he was going to support the Jedi the best he could. It meant moving between the Orders, between the New Jedi, and the Silvers, between the Praxeum and the Scar Worlds.

He had learned recently where his true powers lay, and he was somewhere between a typical Sentinel and a Consular now. An explorer, a healer. He was ready for war when it came calling, but there were younger Jedi, Jedi more invested in the state of the politics. He was bringing one of his Cipactli cruiser escorting two Gentes bulk freighters.

"Master Starchaser, Wayseeker, seeking permission to land on the outskirts of New Kaleth. Transmitting cargo manifest and Jedi clearance codes. Foodstuffs, farming equipment, and power equipment." The Jedi had a few others aboard the ship from the AgriCorps and ExplorCorps that he had continued to work with following the Free Space and becoming more of a Wayseeker from the Silvers.

The world of Tython was important, and he was going to ensure that he did his part.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective III: The Flesh Raider Threat
Lief
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"Well, between the professor teaching you all the core abilities, and Val teaching you how to fight with a lightsaber, and me giving you spells, I expect you to be able to kick some serious Flesh Raider ass," Starlin was speaking excitedly as he trudged through the woods. His Padawan was presumably close by, the duo heading out to investigate the distress signal near the village.

"Like, if a Flesh Raider were to jump out at us right now? Boom, stunned 'em! Or a whole bunch of Raiders armed with vibroblades?" Starlin made lightsaber fighting noises and the accompanying gestures. "Say goodbye to your arms, boys and girls. And this is just a hypothetical, so don't get too excited, but... zombie Flesh Raiders reanimated by Dark sorcery? 'Ashla, protect me from wickedness!' You have a power for almost every occasion now, man. Isn't it great?"

 

[Lief]

Objective III

For his part, Eliphas was much more reserved. Truth be told the idea of him having so many new tricks up his sleeve was a little unnerving, so many ways he could mess up in the field... And yet Nimdok had been very encouraging, easing away many of his concerns, and Starlin?

Well... His Master was more than excitable. It was almost intoxicating.

"You think Val'd be down for more saber training?" he asked offhandedly, as they made their way through the sprawling verdant landscape offered by Tython. Truly, it was a thing of beauty. "I'm still afraid I'll be the one with missing arms..." A real lightsaber hung on his belt, not the training one Kai Bamarri had encouraged him to take, and he was hesitant to make use of it.

After all, the damn thing could melt through flesh.

Still, nerves or not he grinned.

"It will be nice to be of use for once, rather than hiding behind you. What do we know about all of this, by the way? Is it definitely the Raiders?"

Starlin Rand

 

[Madison Starr]

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New Kaleth, Town Hall​

The Sword and The Medkit​

Madison Starr sat among the benches nearer the wall. She looked tired. She looked perfect.

Dressed in all black leathers except for her short orange fur jacket. Her eyes seemed far away. Remembering. Remembering Asog. Remembering Cato. Remembering her career, so short, so quickly. As if a thousand adventures had all rolled into one. Tumbling. So slowly.

Mm. But she had a stake in all this too. Yes. She wanted to see it through. Even if meant disaster. Even if meant they'd won.

So. Quietly. Madison Starr sat among the benches nearer the wall. She touched her lips and she sighed. Thoughtfully. Reminiscing to herself, that perhaps respite wasn't so restful after all.

Jax Thio

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective III: The Flesh Raider Threat
Lief
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"Yeah, of course. Hell, you know where he lives, you can just go down and fight him whenever. I'm not so bad with a lightsaber myself, y'know."

They had reached the spot where the distress signal cut off. Slowing to a stop, Starlin took a look around. Trees, trees, more trees... "What we know is, four workers and a child sent out a distress signal here, which got abruptly cut off. The villagers think it was the Raiders that got 'em, since this is close to one of their settlements. So... I dunno, I guess we start by looking around here for clues?"

Starlin started to circle the site, searching for anything that might be amiss. He was admittedly a bit reticent about this entire operation. Er, not saving the settlers and killing Raiders, but the very fact that the NJO was setting up shop on Tython in the first place. Didn't they have a space station somewhere? Prosperity? They should've stayed there, not just moved their HQ to another planet. Too vulnerable, too tempting a target.

"Did they tell you this planet was the Jedi homeworld?" he asked. "Because it really isn't. It's where the Je'daii got started, but despite the name they aren't all that much like the Jedi. To be honest, the Jedi don't have a homeworld... We just go wherever we're needed."

 

[Lief]

Eliphas blushed a little when Starlin reminded him that he could also teach him how to wield a blade. "I know" he meekly replied, kicking a stray rock from their path as he did so. "I don't want to steal all your time though, Master," he grinned as soon as he used the honorific, he'd been a bit more testy with it as of late, ever since Erakhis. Maybe that trip had made their Apprenticeship feel a little more... real? Yeah. That was it.

"Nor do I want to just drop in unannounced. I forgot to get his com-details." Forgot, or maybe it was purposefully done that way. Val wasn't exactly a Jedi, after all, and he seemed prone to flights of fancy. Untamed emotions, and the like. Either way though, he seemed competent enough. In so far as Eliphas could deduce. "It's been nice, you know, learning away from the Temple. Feels a little less pressured?" Or maybe more pressured... Maybe learning in the heat of the moment was something the boy was better at.

Either way, they slowed to a crawl as they neared the spot the comms had gone out.

Talks of a child going missing among the adults had his heart skip a beat, and he frowned. Maybe he shouldn't have differentiated between the two, maybe it was wrong of him to place a higher value on finding the youngster, but he couldn't help himself. Natural instinct and all of that.

"So, probably Raiders then..." He'd done a little bit of research but not much. Truthfully he hoped he could just persuade them, he'd been working on his telepathic aptitude as of late after all. Simpler minds... He wasn't entirely sure if they qualified as such, but hey! He'd managed to tempt Starlin into drinking water so that was something, right? Starlin seemed to be of firm mind...

"Wait, it isn't the Jedi homeworld?" he inquired, raising a brow in surprise. "Waaait, you just said Jedi again but with a weird accent. Are you messing with me, Star?"

It took him a moment to realize that Miri's suggestion had taken root within his mind. All at once, Eliphas feigned interest in a patch of disturbed ground. Feigned until he actually saw what looked to be track marks, then he didn't really have to fake it at all.

"Uh, Master..?" He gestured toward the disturbed ground.

Starlin Rand

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective III: The Flesh Raider Threat
Lief
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"It's been nice, you know, learning away from the Temple. Feels a little less pressured?"

"Yeah, because if there's anything Jedi training is known for, it's being relaxing." Starlin surreptitiously ran a hand through his hair as he sent Val's comm-details to Eliphas. "Whatever floats your boat, dude."

Starlin was as leery of the idea of stumbling across a dead child as Eli was, he was just better at hiding it. No matter how many dead kids he saw, it never got any easier to find the bodies.

"Are you messing with me, Star?"

"First of all, don't call me Star, that sounds like something a stripper would use as a stage name. Second of all, it's Je'daii with a little, uh... what's it called, the half of a quotation mark? J-E, that thing, D-A-I-I. They were the original Force Users here on Tython a shitzillion years ago or whatever, and they were all about balance between the Light and the Dark, which didn't work out so well, and now we have the Jedi and the Sith because of it. They had a wee schism, you see. Technically the Je'daii Order is still around, but they're basically just Jedi who think they're better than everyone else because they have half a quotation mark in their name and practice alchemy. But it's pretty much meaningless in the grand scheme of things. They still fight alongside the Jedi in all the battles and the star wars..."

His rant was interrupted by Eli finding a clue: disturbed ground. Track marks? Were the Raiders that primitive that they used wheels instead of repulsors? "Uh, shit. Well then. Let's see if we can follow these tracks..."

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: New Kaleth, Town Hall
Equipment: Corellian Outfit, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Madison Starr

Jax was rather eager to get back on the battlefield to face the Brotherhood again.

It wasn't the battles that made Jax nervous, it was the waiting not knowing when the enemy is going to strike. Even though Jax enjoyed his time off after Asog this was the second time that he had a long layoff from battle or at least that's what it felt like. The Jedi Master found himself walking through the town hall clearing his mind. Rest was necessary not for the body but for the soul as well, while resting he managed to reignite his love for Podracing as well connecting with Jairdain children. He even bonded with new friends such as Valery Noble and Fiyak, though even with those new bonds, it just made Jax more nervous.

Jax would do anything to protect the people he loved, but there was a line that he didn't want to step over. A line that could have Jax be consumed by fear and anger due to being too attached to his friends. He had to fulfil his duty with serenity instead killing indiscriminately due to fear of losing the people he loved. Greed was the seed to the dark side not fear, that was something Jax learned the hard way. He saw Madison sitting on one of the benches on the hall and smiled. He was proud of his new Padawan, she managed to survive Asog on her own without his help. Madison didn't know but she already passed her Trial of Skill. The fact that she survived was proof of her success, she was closer to becoming a full fledged Jedi Knight.

"Hey there Madison," Jax sat next to the young woman. "Been a while since Asog, I trust you've been doing well during this time off?"

 

[Iris Arani]

Objective III: The Flesh Raider Threat
Starlin Rand | Lief | Silas Westgard

This wasn't her first time out since the train, but it was the first time she was actually given permission to go on a mission. Her attempt to reclaim Domxite was.. Not exactly approved. And nearly ended worse than it had. No Domxite, another fight with Kai Bamarri , and both Kai and his wolf hurt. Watching Tempest forcefully bleed her own saber, and the fear that the same would happen to her friend.

No, no. Don't think about that. Not now. She let out a breath, instead turning her gaze to the forest she was walking through. Searching for tracks or.. No. Colors. It was something she'd begun to realize through her recognition of what the colors meant. In some places, like this, the colors lingered. Strong emotions stained their surroundings, leaving an impression in the Force.

Such as the dark she saw. Her eyes narrowed as she approached one of the shadows in the Force. An arrow stuck in the ground. A weapon? She reached out, touching the ammunition. Then a flash of white. Her body tensed as new shades flooded into her mind. Hunger, rage, anger, glee. Emotions, memories? She pulled her hand back, clutching it to her chest to stop it from trembling.

Then the snap of a twig. She turned, reaching for her lightsaber. Then stopped once she realized the colors were familiar.

"Eli?"

 

[Madison Starr]

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Jax arrived and took a seat next to Madison. He seemed upbeat and healthy. Good. Hopefully there was more of that to come.

Starr sat up and rubbed the back of her neck wearily, "Heya Jax."

She took a deep breath and looked around the room. Re-centering herself with a stretch of her shoulders. Then nodded.

"Yeah. It's been good. Good break. ...How's you?"

She leaned forward rested on her knees. Brushing the small strands of her hair away from her face. She looked tired but her emotions were un-sensible in the Force. Another trick she had picked up along the way. Being invisible emotionally. It helped. A lot really.

She leaned back and crossed her legs. Impatient at best.

"You look good. How's the fam?"

Jax Thio

 

[Rhys Halcyon]

Scene II

New Kaleth, Settlement
Rebuild What Was Lost
OPEN​

The wires hummed, the electricity flowing through them like the Force flowed through the veins of a living being. Rhys had both hands placed firmly on the side of a squat orange and white astromech, focusing the best he could on that parallel while the noises of the bustling people around him threatened to throw the young boy off balance. The wires were out of reach of all 5 senses, but through the Force it felt like he was engaging them all. His mind ran their lengths, searching for whatever had caused the droidbrain to malfunction. Yet, he still found nothing.

From behind a voice called out to break his meditation,

"Any luck with that thing Rhys?!" the voice was young and jovial.

Rhys sighed and stood up, giving the droid a good hard slap. The droid did not respond.

"No Juruud. Not thanks to you."

The young Jedi turned to face a padawan of the same age, a Nikto. They'd known eachother since Juruud joined the order a few years ago. He knew Juruud had been through a lot with the Bryn'adul and all, but the kid still irritated him.

"Well hey, sorry dude. How do you do that anyway?"

"It's just something I picked up when I was little. I can't do it very well."

"Could you teach me?"

"Not a chance. There's not many Jedi out there who can do it all. Its a Sentinel thing, but I haven't found any masters to teach me."

"You wanna be a Sentinel? Dude, when I become a knight I'm gonna be a Guardian. I'm gonna take the fight right to those Mawites and give 'em a good taste of my saber."

"Good way to get yourself killed."

Juruud's naivete bothered Rhys the most. It was comments like that which made him think hard. Juruud was dense enough to have missed the knights returning from Asog, but Rhys wasn't. Until now Rhys had wanted to be there, taking the fight to the Sith. Then he heard the stories. All of Tython was talking about it, the brutal reality of it. The verdant forests and fields that had given him a sense of peace as a child instead held a feeling of dread. The Brotherhood's superweapon capabilities weren't a secret, but Rhys wondered how long the Jedi could keep fighting such power. Above all, Rhys remembered he was just a kid. The only Sith he'd ever seen had destroyed the temple and slaughtered his friends. He wasn't ready for whatever this war entailed.

"Did you see my lightsaber dude?" Juruud almost vibrated with excitement.

"Yes Juruud, you showed it to everyone. I got one too, it's not that special." Rhys' voice was weary with annoyance.

"Can I see yours?"

"It's the same as yours, man. It's just yellow. Y'know what?"

"What?"

"Why don't you take this astromech over to the one of the masters and see if they can fix it."

"Why not just scrap it?"

"Works too, just take it out of here."

"Sure thing. Come along little dude."

Juruud turned and gestured for the droid to follow. The droid, being deactivated, didn't move, while Juruud waddled off unaware. Rhys looked at the droid and cracked a smile of relief.

The boy took a seat on stack of nearby crates and watched as the Jedi moved back and forth building the settlement. The hot sunshine beat down upon them, and Rhys wiped the sweat away which covered his face. The light shining down upon them was heavy. He figured that had to be some kind of metaphor, but he was too thirsty to give it any more mind. This work was hard, but it felt good, both as they built the town and Rhys built the strength he would need soon enough.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Tython​

Valery: Appearance​

Objective: Scene 1​

Tag: Dagon Kaze ​

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With a heavy sigh, Valery stepped into the New Kaleth town hall. To be on a world this peaceful was a strange thing after spending so much time fighting at the frontlines. To her, Asog had been a comparatively mild experience because of it, but quite an eye-opener as well. For the first time in her life, she had defeated someone tainted by the Dark Side and helped them find a path back to the Light, rather than attempt to finish them.​

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But the rewarding feeling the redemption of Kaiah Nihl gave was largely overshadowed by everything that was happening around her, and even in her personal life. From the events on Polis Massa to the effects of the parasite that had been withering her away from inside, Valery found herself more exhausted than ever before.​

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So when the call for Jedi assistance on Tython came, she took the opportunity to get some rest from all the fighting and meet with familiar faces to discuss the next moves of the New Jedi Order.​

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"Have any of the others arrived?" Valery asked someone from the ground crew.​

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"They will be here shortly, Master Noble. Please find a seat if you'd like, and can I get you anything to drink?"​

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Valery shook her head and offered the man a kind smile, "No, thank you. I'll head into the meeting room and wait for them there." and with that, she walked through several hallways until she reached the meeting room. She wasn't quite sure who was going to be here, but it was likely other members of the Circle would be, at the very least.​

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She looked forward to meeting with them again.​

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[Lief]

The boy smiled, at least until Starlin retorted back to the little pet name Miri had dared him to use and then he paled in response to the sharp answer it had pulled from his Master's lips. Maybe he should have taken the Professor's advice instead... Oh boy would he be sending Miri a strongly worded holomail....

Or not.

He didn't have her details, either. Eliphas was pretty bad at getting information, apparently.

"Sorry" he squeaked, "I'm gonna get that girl" he mumbled under his breath afterward, before listening to what Starlin had to say about the origins of the Jedi here on Tython, and the so-called Je'daii. He was beginning to sound like Nimdok in that moment, even down to the way in which he trailed off mid-sentence to acknowledge what the boy had found.

Eliphas rose back to his full height, having knelt down to inspect the tracks, and glanced over at his Master as the man approached and agreed it was worth investigating. "I don't know how old they are, though" he said, gesturing to the track marks. He wasn't exactly, well, a tracker. But it was something, right?

He began to venture along the newly formed path, where tall grass had been trampled and plants had been torn, only to hear a voice call out. A familiar voice at that.

"Iris?" he responded, turning to face the girl. A huge beaming grin played over his expression. "By the Empress! I never thought I'd see you here. Not out in the middle of the wilds, at least. What were the chances? How are you?" He half turned toward Starlin. "Hey, Starlin! This is Iris. Iris, this is my Master - Starlin. Are you searching for them too? We could team up, if you'd like?"

He fully turned to his Master then, turning all together more sheepish. "Uh, if that's alright?"

Starlin Rand Iris Arani

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective III: The Flesh Raider Threat
Lief Iris Arani Silas Westgard
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"I don't know how old they are, though."

"Well, I mean, they're still visible to our non-tracker eyes, so they should be pretty recent, right?" Feth it, Starlin had no clue what he was doing. Oh wait... "I'm dumb. Time for an impromptu lesson in..."

He trailed off upon hearing a soft, high-pitched, and decidedly feminine voice call out to Eli, who then replied with an excited greeting. Starlin turned around to find a scarred-up slip of a girl with dark hair and big eyes approaching the clearing. Eli promptly introduced her as Iris, and asked if she could tag along.

"Yeah, sure, why not," Starlin replied, nudging Eli with his elbow. "I was just about to give Eli here a lesson in psychometry. Have you ever learned that trick, Iris?"

Regardless of her answer, Starlin set to work demonstrating the ability to Eli. "Basically, you use the Force to pick up on trace amounts of... well, I guess you could call it impressions. It's the 'memory' a place or object carries of some significant event that happens there. What make an event significant? Usually emotion, like trauma or stress or whatever. Here, you go ahead and try to get a sense of these tracks..."

 

[Henna Ashina]

OBJ I (soon) | Inosuke Ashina

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A quick, deliberate stride carried the master from the meditative gardens to the quarters where the guests had been accommodated for their stay. The temple bustled with new life, wary faces of knights and masters from around the core accompanying the padawans and keepers who stayed year-round. With the training of her padawan and all the duties of her station, Henna had been oblivious to their arrivals until the call went out and the movement was in motion. A growing feeling of tightness in her chest left her with a bad feeling. Whether about this or something else, she still couldn't quite pin the cause.

Rounding a corner, she nearly barrelled over a bothan knight. A firm hand grasped her shoulder, steadying her.

"Careful, master. The meeting hasn't started yet. Why the hurry?"

Copper eyes flickered between the door and the Jedi in front of it. A false smile bloomed on her face, hiding internal turmoil.

"So sorry, Knight Leondry. I had some business I was trying to wrap up before the town hall."

"Typical." The bothan snorted with all the friendliness of an old acquaintance, dropping his hold. "Going, even on a day meant for rest. Well, I'll see you down there then."

With a slight bow, the knight turned away, continuing on and around the same corner she had come from. Indecision clouded the master's features. It faded within seconds, a determined grimace planting itself firmly in its stead. Three quick raps sounded on the doors to the quarters in front of her.

"Inosuke? Are you in there?"

She bit her lip, hoping she hadn't missed him.

 

[Aleksandr Stirsea]

Aleksandr Stirsea had tried to be a hero on many occasions in his life. And so often that pursuit had devolved into the very same violence he sought to prevent. Saving a life often required taking another. Saving another soul often required trading a piece of your own.

Today, though, Aleksandr was learning that heroics didn’t always take the form of a swinging lightsaber or a superheated heavy blaster. Today Aleks was learning to appreciate the heroics in the mundane. The valiance of aiding the downtrodden off the field. Of giving those that had lost it all in the brutal chaos of the galaxy another chance. Giving back their dignity, even in the simple- if unexpected - form of a home.

And he was finding that this half of being a Jedi- of being a hero - suited him. He could provide hope even if he wasn’t facing down Sith lords or their hordes of henchmen. And the thought comforted him.

As he finished helping a group of Jedi transport timber to the site of a new homestead he excused himself to search for his master. He found Cale Gunderson doing much of the same. Whatever feelings the relief efforts had been invoking in his mind must have gone twofold for Cale. Tython was his homeworld after all.

“How is it?” Aleks asked the old man. “Being back home, I mean. Did you miss it?”

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Forests of Tython
Objective: Take care of the raider threat
Tags: Starlin Rand / Iris Arani / Lief

Upon hearing on the mission to Typhon he was happy that they let him go. Doing more missions was only going to build up his experience and give him a stronger connection to the force. He lived on helping people in need, as well as protecting those who didn't have the means to fight back. Today was going to be a perfect day for that.

Taking calm, steady breaths he continued his trek through the forest in silent thought. How did a peaceful planet like Tython hold such a terrible presence on its ground? By no means did they belong here, nor were their unforgivable acts. This was the time when justice finally caught up with them, but the first job was to find their location and find the other Jedi searching for them.

Coming to a halt his eyes caught sight of a boot mark on the ground. Silas knelt down and examined it further, noticing that the marks kept on going forward with no change in direction. He wasn't a tracker by any means, but it was clear he was on the right track from the activity he found so far.

The padawan jumped up to his feet and continued forth, focused on finding whoever he was behind now. Although, it didn't take long to find someone in the deserted forest. Ahead of him, he could see the outline of three figures. Two were faces he had never seen, one being a padawan and another a knight. The other was a person who he had talked to before, Iris was her name. Their last conversation was pretty icy, but hopefully they'd be able to walk nicely together in a mission environment

"Afternoon everyone..." he said over to them to make himself known, his head giving them a respectful nod each.

"Mind if I tag along? I'd rather not go against a whole raider party alone"

 

[Iris Arani]

Objective III: The Flesh Raider Threat
Starlin Rand | Lief | Silas Westgard

"There are no chances, only the Force. .. Or something like that? Mm.." Iris retreated into her mind again, thinking through the old saying to try and figure it out. At least for a little bit before seeming to remember that Lief was here. On Tython. Doing the same thing she was. The surprise returned before her gaze drifted to.. His master? Oh! This was the one that'd been teaching him. She smiled bright and dipped her head.

"Hello!"

"I was just about to give Eli here a lesson in psychometry. Have you ever learned that trick, Iris?"

She blinked. Psychometry? It wasn't a term she was familiar with, but the moment he described it it clicked together. Her gaze shifted to the arrow she'd touched before. "When I touched that I felt.. Hunger. And other emotions. .. Colors? Yeah, there were a lot of colors." Colors being emotions, though Eli was probably the only one here that'd actually understand that. And she wouldn't explain.

Another joined.

Silas Westgard .

Her lips thinned somewhat. A reaction that she bit back as soon as it showed. He was being polite, she should be too, right? So she smiled and dipped her head similarly. "Hey, Silas. I.. Well, if it's alright with the others yeah. A pack of Fleshraiders sounds dangerous."