Article the Sixth [Silent Conclave] [Ask]

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton backed up a bit as he felt Rosa Mazhar's hand land onto his arm. It was a sign to move, and one he didn't mind following. Jaxton might have been considered a 'master' in the Force, but Rosa far outmatched him in talent and experience for healing. It made Jaxton a bit embarrassed at times that he could never master the more peaceful aspects of the Force, but he was working to get better, figure it out. Rosa went to work, fixing him up quicker and cleaner than he ever could, aided by the strength of Ben Watts and an old Ithorian he was always glad to hear the voice of. Admittedly he was a bit jealous of Rosa, getting called by a her first name rather than "master this" or "master that". The Ithorian was polite to a fault, which didn't seem to be uncommon for his people.

"You can do as you with Thurion, but I'd not recommend you not try to remember past battles. As you get older and the Force takes you from journey to journey you'll gain more than enough memories fighting there. And as you get older, you might find you wished you remembered less and less of them." He said, before putting a hand over the boy's shoulder,giving advice but also talking a bit about himself. While he had never conquered worlds or unleashed tornados he had killed lots of people, fought dangerous men and women, and underneath his robes housed a body with more than a few scars from saber wounds, lightning, spears of midnight black, and all other sorts of instruments of battle. He was hoping his projections weren't as obvious to the boy as he thought they might have been.

"It's great to see you two." Jaxton said as he stood up and gave a firm handshake to Boolon and Ben. "It's been too long. I didn't think between the Priesthood and your disappearance I'd see you two anytime soon." He said, as he walked slightly over and put a hand to hold Kida's. "I can't remember, have you two met Kida? I uhh, found her alone on Endor. She's a changeling, she thought she was a cat. I took her in. She's my daughter now." He said, slowly. He hadn't begun calling her his daughter until he named her, which had admittedly taken a while. "Isn't that crazy?" He said with a prideful smile on his face. "Kida, this is Ben and Boolon. They're good men." Jaxton said as he pointed to the two men, sounding out the words as he went.


@[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Kida Ravos"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Ben Watts"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa offered Boolon a smile and bowed her head in respect. Boolon did not call her 'master' because Rosa was not one. Skilled in many areas and perhaps a little wiser than Seroth and Jaxton, Rosa had not taken any steps to reach for the title of Master simply because emotionally, she was not ready. "Master Murr, I don't think you are ever late. I think you arrive precisely when you mean to." She turned her attention back to Thurion and smiled gently at his request. Her hand reached for @[member="Kida Ravos"] 's head and she stroked it gently, "Kitty is just fine." she assured him, use of a pet name was not a bad thing. There was a tight bond between these two, one she would watch carefully. Leaning forward she planted a kiss on Thurion's forehead and rose to her feet, her job done with help.

She looked at Boolon and moved to hug him "I saw you on 'Battle for Democracy'." Rosa paid careful attention to the holonet, fear always in her heart when she did. Teth was getting dangerously close to the edge of the wars that raged between the great factions. "We won't be hiding for much longer if our names are mentioned again." She drew back a sad smile on her face. She had not told the others that the Republic were waving their names around and stamping them with the title 'traitor'. It was something they were all aware of in the back of their minds, something that did not need to be said out loud. She stepped aside as Jaxton introduced Kida to Ben and Boolon, she turned her eyes to the refugees, concern on her face.

@Boolon Murr @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @Kida Ravos @Thurion Heavenshield @Seroth Ur-Rahn @Ben Watts

[OOC: i remembered to tag this time ]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

Their small enterprise ran on a few simple articles. Keeping to themselves, avoiding agenda that placed them on... less than comfortable par with more brazen Galactic players, amongst others. The small gathering pressed aside to a street corner. Ahead, the piled aid supplies, foodstuffs, medicine, screened water, the like, had fast been dismantled. The mob was dispersing, packing families and lonesome homeless back to their assigned quarters. Heat-tents shifted in the wind. Long, optioned cargo canisters shivered slightly, duraplast groaning at the breezes caress. The seven stood aside while ash-mixed dust gusted down at them.

"We try to do good works," Seroth hummed. "I suppose they could try to crucify us for acting without sanction. Or desertion."

Quiet returned. Everyone was busied in their own ruminations, gazing through the encampment. From somewhere, an infant was crying. Starving, dehydrated perhaps. Along the street, medics were bringing in a recovered body from somewhere outside the perimeter. Seroth looked... paused to feel his soul chill. There was no telling who it'd been: gauze, bandaging, charred clothing, and heinous ill-nutrition rendered the man... woman... into a frail caricature. They must have weighed no more than forty pounds. They'd been bundled up to be placed on the stretcher, and then hurried along for a possible recovery.

"I'd like to know the questions that one would have for their 'saviors'..."

@Roza Mazhar @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Kida Ravos"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Lief]

Kida remained in place, crouched and watching the woman who was near her Furry. She knew Rosa, and since Jaxton trusted her she too tried to… But when her Furry was injured, when he had come to harm, she could not help but be overly protective, and it showed with a tiny growl which escaped her. When the woman’s hand touched her head she flinched, before remembering who it was. It took all her willpower to remain in a child’s form, even if that form was now stark naked with the destruction of her robes during her brief transformation. She crawled to Furry again, nuzzling up against him for comfort, but soon Jaxton was upon her and guiding her away. “Fuuurrry” she cried out, before looking up at her Guardian. He had saved Furry. “Taa-oo” she murmured, nuzzling into his leg as they ventured across the ground toward two complete strangers.


One was a human, with fur upon his face like Jaxton, only it wasn’t blue. The other, however, was a wonder to behold and the child found her eyes widening as she stared up at Boolon. When Jaxton introduced their names she giggled a little, despite how worked up the situation had made her, and she copied the former name, albeit incorrectly. “Blooo!” she asserted, before looking up at her Guardian, leaning her head sleepily against his leg; the ordeal, the transformation, the constant standing upright and walking as opposed to crawling, was taking its strain on the child. “Jaa-un” she whispered, lifting one of the two hands which clutched at his to rub at her eyes. “Furry o-tay?”

@[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @Thurion Heavenshield @Ben Watts @Boolon Murr

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The boy relished the gentle kiss placed upon his forehead by Rosa, and a blushing smile was forced upon him. He immidiately felt better once she had finished healing him, even though he still felt a bit shaken by the ordeal. However, he managed to get up on his feet slowly and steadily, for there were much to be done, still. The Conclave had come here to help the injured, the sick and the homeless, and he would do his part as well. But first on his agenda was to see to his Kitty, and walking over to her as she nuzzled Jax he settled a hand upon her shoulder. "Yes, Furry o-tay, Kitty." A warm smile met her sleepy gaze as she turned to look up at him, and before she could do anything he knelt down and have her a big hug. "Kitty o-tay?" he asked her as they embraced eachother, hoping she would understand the meaning of his words, seeing how he used her own words. He caressed the back of her hair as their embrace lingered, before eventually it waned and he rose back up with a pat of Kida's head. Standing beside Master Jax, Thurion looked up at the middle-aged man who had assisted them. Former Grandmaster Ben Watts, of all people, showing up on Nar Shaddaa, of all places? It almost seemed unreal. With a slight bow he welcomed and thanked the Master before turning and beginning his search for people he felt he could assist in some manner.

@[member="Kida Ravos"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

"Questions aren't always a good thing, Seroth," a voice noted, belonging to none of the original seven that stood within the encampment, but to one they were at least all vaguely familiar with. "And we hardly act without sanction: we give ourselves all the permission we need. Were we not, the Force would provide it." Stepping further into the light, the slender blonde woman glanced around, a flicker of icy-blue contrasting softly with the sea-green of her outfit, her eyes taking in the other former Jedi, a faint smile of greeting providing a little softness to her expression.

She noticed the presence of the former Jedi Grandmaster, but refrained from remarking on it: it was clear enough that he wasn't about to arrest them or make some forceful insistence that they all honour their oaths to the Jedi Order: as far as she was concerned, the Order had renounced it's oaths first, so they were not required to adhere to it's strictures. If that meant the Conclave's honour was called into question, she had few qualms with respects to that. Honour was a shield behind which the virtuous hid when their sense of ethics was questioned, and it was a means by which evil justified itself, if it sought to appear other than it was.

Besides, the oath sworn by those who had formed the Conclave far superceeded the one that the Jedi Order had once required them all to take.

As for the others...naturally they were to be found where people were in need. And few places need honest, decent people more than Nar Shadaa, she thought reflectively, taking note of the cramped conditions and unpleasant circumstances afforded to those that the Conclave had come here to assist with. Not that we can ever wholly elevate them above the situation that the Force has placed them in, she mused. They can only do that themselves. All we can do is give them a fighting chance. Abandoning the Jedi Order had at least taught her to accept the futility of trying to do too much with too little. People just often need to be given a helping hand in the right direction.

"Anyway, sorry I left you all to start the good work without me," the blonde woman added with a grin. "As often happens when I make my own way rather than grab a ride with you, I was a little late," she concluded, shaking her head in a wave of smooth blonde locks, the long hair flowing down her shoulders. "Reliable intergalactic transport isn't as close to being as smooth as the brochures would have you believe. Although I suppose I can't complain: I found the right place, after all."

@Kida Ravos @Seroth Ur-Rahn @Rosa Mazhar @Jaxton Ravos @Ben Watts @Boolon Murr @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Jericho]

@[member="Kida Ravos"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

It has been a long time, almost too long since he has been around the conclave and it's members. But in his time away he had been training and doing personal missions under a mixture of his own ideals with that of the conclave. Needless to say the time apart from the conclave didn't distance the impact it's members had on him. So upon hearing that they all were having a meeting, of course he would have to drop what he was doing and move to join. Seemingly, like @[member="Teynara Jeralyr"], he was a little late to the meeting but unlike her he remained in the shadows. He wore his signature robes thought now they were worn and battle-torn, his mask covering his face and his three sabers attached around his hips. His arms crossed as he listened and observed; remaining silent as he always was.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Kida Ravos"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Teynara Jeralyr"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Jericho"]

"I apologize for my outburst on Battle for Democracy, Rosa," said Boolon quietly. "I should, perhaps, have not risen to their bait. In my limited defense, your names had been brought up as traitors long before I showed my face on the air."

Immense and limpid eyes lit up as the newest arrival approached. "Teynara! I'm most pleased to see you again. It's been...entirely too long." And so it had -- months of cleaning up after Republic war crimes and indiscriminate violence. These past months had not treated Boolon well. More than once, he'd been tempted to take action, but one of the examples which had guided him away from darker thoughts had always been the girl who refused Jedi Knighthood until she knew she was ready, who healed with medicine first and the Force second, who had been one of the original conscientious objectors while Boolon was still learning the gravity of the galactic situation.

And the depths of his betrayal by civilization.

His eyes turned to Jericho, a new arrival but one who seemed comfortable with these people. A reminder, if Boolon needed it, that he was just along for the ride; that Jaxton, Rosa, and Seroth were the core of this group, and he the periphery. He'd followed few better, and many worse. He nodded to Jericho. "Welcome to Nar Shaddaa, friend. I'm Boolon Murr - I'm not sure we've met."

 

[Jericho]

@[member="Kida Ravos"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]


Jericho looked to Boolon Murr as nodded to him. He mentioned that they have yet to meet but this was not true It seemed that Jericho wasn't remembered from the first meeting of the silent conclave which was normal, at the time he spoke less that he did now. He was also much younger as well, so it was understandable that he left a very small impression to the rest. If he wasn't know as Asha's other padawan, he wasn't really known at all. As a sentinel that's what he wanted. He nodded to Boolon murr out of respect as thought Boolon murr's statement was true, keeping to the shadows with his mask on. He emerged silently, his steps making almost no sound at all and reached out a hand to Boolon Murr. From this lighting, his face outside his mask was shaded from his hood. "I am Jericho." He said in his low and stern toned voice. "A pleasure."