Faction Come Rain or Snow-- Midvinter/ SJO(SJC)

[Centin Tillo]

Objective 1
Amani Serys

Centin chuckled to himself quietly at Amani’s comment.

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he replied, adding, “...for now,” with a sly grin.

Having spent the last few months in the Valley of the Jedi improving his control of the force, it had been quite a while since the last time Centin saw his friend. They had communicated occasionally while apart, their last interaction in particular currently circling through his mind.

Amani had asked him to join her and the others on Yurb, knowing a conflict would soon arise. And of course, she had expected him to join, as anyone who knew him would have. Yet Centin, for perhaps the first time in his life, chose to prioritize his training. He had finally broken through the first barrier of learning a new technique, one he was excited to develop.

Then, when he first heard about the events at Yurb, he worried for his friend’s safety. Then, when he saw her following the aftermath, he breathed a sigh of relief thinking everything was back to normal. Things were far from normal, however.

The first thing he noticed about Amani was the change in her demeanor. Her usual outgoing attitude was still present during conversation, but in the silence of the transport shuttle he noticed she seemed different, almost distant. And then of course, he knew things had truly changed when he caught a glimpse of her mechanical left arm.

During the near-silent travel, his thoughts had raced wildly, racked with guilt. The one time he chooses to stay the course and continue training, everything goes to hell. Now, all that training seemed pointless. What good is training when it can’t help him save his friend? If he had been there, where he should’ve been, then maybe Amani wouldn’t have lost her arm. Things could’ve gone differently, and he could have finally put his skills to the test.

I should’ve been there.

A sentiment that had constantly lived in the back of his mind since their reunion, the notion once again found its way to the forefront of his thoughts.

The cold, icy winds of Midvinter rather suddenly shocked him back into the present, giving his mind a brief respite to no longer linger on what might have been. Centin pulled his cloak tighter, trying to preserve whatever warmth was left.

“Last I checked this was supposed to be a feast. Maybe they’ve still got some grub left in there,” he posited, gesturing to the large keep further into the city. “And if they don’t, no need to worry. I’ve got a couple crumbs around here somewhere,” he joked, checking the interior of his pockets.

 

[Barrien Siegfried]

Objective 3

Barrien looked towards the home of Leda Elariel and longed to enter it, but he knew it was not in his best interest. Neither was it in hers. He had sent word to her after Yurb that he survived so that she knew he was well enough and still intended to free their homeworld. But for now, he had something else that he needed to attend to, something that would take his mind off of the pain of his still-healing wounds. Yurb had not been so long ago and since he could not utilize typical healing methods due to allergy it was a time of it for him. Though he knew Amani Serys was on the world, he did not wish to have her heal him.

Instead, he decided that he wanted to go and visit the college. If anything could take his mind off of healing it was delving into books and blinding himself with knowledge. He was aware that the college was under the instruction of Nina Heavenshield , a member of the worlds royal family. Being a Baron from a foreign world himself, he knew well enough how to react to her. Plus the people of the world had been quite gracious to the people of his world when they managed to escape it.

He approached not far behind Starlin Rand and Reggie Faayare . Unlike usual, he was decked out in clothing more similar to local fare than to what was expected of a Jedi Master. The only difference was that had a shield strapped to his arm and a long pole strapped to his back. He made his way up behind the other two, nodding to each.

"Fellows," he said before looking to the young lady. "M'lady."

And he thought he heard Okkeus Dainlei just inside, too. Interesting.

 

[Tulan Kor]

Objective 1
Eat, Drink, Be Merry

So far, he was the only not-a-Jedi here. But to say that Tulan wasn't turning heads was an understatement. He decided, for the first time since... ever, actually, to actually don, pin his medals, iron his clothes, and get a haircut in his dress blues. Perfect, ice-blue eyes pierced everyone as he walked past, his medals on display for all to see. They started at just above his pocket...and went all the way up to his shoulder. Campaign after campaign, mission after mission. The Alliance, the Silver Jedi. Both gave him enough medals to weigh down a forklift for his service.

So the casual diners in fancy Jedi robes and the Midvinter giants (at least to Tulan) were, for the most part, getting a good glimpse as he passed by, some commenting that there weren't a lot of Rangers, and some commenting that it was Thirdas Heavenshield 's mentor and trusted confidant.

Master Sergeant Tulan Kor appeared in the dining hall, the cold seemingly not bothering him.

Ha-ha, the man who used to be called Frost not being bothered by cold. Very funny. Clap hard. Everyone laugh.

He also had two sweaters underneath his blues.

Sauntering beside people, ignoring many people's 'excuse mes' and 'pardons', Tulan walked right up to the King of Midvinter and his royal family.

And grinned as he stuck his hands on his hips.

"Everyone in your family is so damn tall, your highness. Gonna start putting stilts on around here."

Tulan adjusted his cuffs, glancing around the feast, before settling back on Thurion Heavenshield .

"Hell of a party."

He looked over at Nida and Thirdas, giving them a wink, promising them non-verbally to not embarrass them too much.


Too much.

 

[Jacen Nimdok]

Objective 3: Knowledge Unsurpassed

It took some time, but they eventually made it to the gate. Nimdok set Miri down on the ground and shook himself.

“You alright?” Starlin asked, a suppressed grin making the corners of his mouth twitch.

“I can’t feel my extremities, but I'll live,” Nimdok replied dryly. “Provided we can get inside as soon as possible.”

There was a woman waiting for them at the gate. Nimdok took her for the illustrious Nina Heavenshield . Her book documenting the peoples and history of Midvinter was quite well-known in the academic circles Nimdok inhabited, and while he had started it in preparation for this visit he hadn’t had a chance to read all of it yet. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement, but didn’t have a chance to introduce himself. Two—no, three—other visitors had beat him to the punch. He observed each of them as they spoke.

Reggie Faayare went first. The young man was missing his right eye, but had an open, friendly face regardless. Next was Okkeus Dainlei . The boy was still in his teens, no older than Starlin, and possessed a robotic left arm. Judging by the look on Starlin’s face, they had met before, presumably in some Silver Jedi seminar. Last was Barrien Siegfried , the oldest of the three, though still younger than Nimdok himself. He had a regal (and somewhat pompous) bearing, though he was at least polite.

Once everyone else was finished, Nimdok jumped in. “Lady Heavenshield,” he greeted, taking a cue from Siegfried in the formality of his address. “My name is Nimdok. I am not a Jedi, but I am a professor and archaeologist specializing in the history of the Force and all its practitioners. I am eager to get a glimpse of your stores of knowledge.” He gestured to the two kids accompanying him. “This is Starlin Rand, my assistant, and this is my daughter Miri. I trust you will not mind their presence here?”

 

[Elise]

objective 2- Temple
Coren Starchaser Coci Heavenshield Tarok Vassket Alana Sunrider

Spoiler: responding to

Coren Starchaser always meant to help as best he could. Sometimes it didn’t work out that way. The Jedi Master had many hats, but the one he was wearing mostly now, was family man and Jedi Master of an Order. A teacher, and someone who could assist those looking to learn. Offering what he knew was what he could now. The Alliance in exile had merged with the Sullustan Home Guard, his Sentinel training ground was still on Sullust, protected by the government he was a General for… But here? He was working to display his knowledge to the Silver Jedi.

He’d been here a long time in the shadows, watching, and keeping them on the straight and narrow as best he could. The Levantine Sanctum had joined this group once upon a time, and it showed. He was able to see the peace loving focus, that they were not looking for trouble, but would come together if needed. It was like the Jedi Order, fractured and distant, but whole…

Not having fully realized the extent that the Force was troubling her. “I can do my best to help out. And I’m sure we have. As we were coming I put in a word to Coci Heavenshield I was in the neighborhood. I’m hoping she’ll be receiving us when we enter. Her network and knowledge will be very worthwhile for the Order of the Silver Jedi.” He fixed his jacket as he awaited her, ready to open the hatch against the cold. When she was ready, he’d lead her inside.

Elise Coci Heavenshield

The tension slipped from Elise, her brooding leaving her thoughts with each slow breath she took. Nimble fingers fashioned her cloak at her neck, her pale hair blending into the skyline as the wind whipped it around. She followed the man wordlessly up the path to the temple, the woman too distracted to appreciate its beauty.

She would regret that fact later.

Coren spoke onward, surprising her by outlining steps he had taken to help her. "Your proactivity is appreciated," she told him,gratitude to her voice as she walked besides him up the icy steps. She hadn't expect that from the stranger, guilt bit at her chest over agitation he had earned moments before.

She tried to make up for it with another smile, genuine this time as they ascended the steps to the door in sync. "If you say I should speak with her then I w-" the grand doors peels opened, catching the wind and revealing the pale face of a woman with a streak of gray running through her hair. Elise startled, the sudden movement muffled by the howling wind.

She gave a slight bow, barely bending at the hips. "...Master Coren, and Master Elise"-- Grand... master- Her face caught, but she carried on, practically yelling over the sound of the wind whipping across the high mountainside. "We're expected; may we speak to your Master?"

Elise glanced to the side for confirmation from Coren that her terms were correct, clueless to the personage of the woman standing before her.

 

[Nina Heavenshield]

​

Knowledge Unsurpassed
College of Enlightenment

One after another her visitors approached and introduced themselves, with Nina bowing to each one in proper Jedi fashion as she'd been taught throughout her childhood. She was particularly pleased to see the young girl accompanying the man introduced as Jacen Nimdok . She wouldn't expect there to be many children visiting the College, so the fact that one of their first visitors was just that was a lovely surprise.

"Master Siegfried. Knight Dainlei. Padawans Faayare and Rand. Mr. Nimdok, and Miri." She smiled to the little girl especially.

"My name is Nina Heavenshield, I serve as the College's first High Loremaster. You've all traveled a great distance to get here, to the very edge of the known galaxy, and it is my great honour and pleasure to welcome you as the first-ever offworld visitors." With a small gesture of her hand, the massive golden gates creaked open from within.

"Please, join me!"

Nina then turned and strode through the gates, hoping the others would follow. Within burned torches aplenty along the walls, but as they would walk out into the Great Library, the main attraction of this entire enterprise, they would strangely find themselves basking in sunlight despite the poor weather outside. The golden rays would light up the otherwise dark innards of the mountainpeak within which the College was housed.

"Friends, welcome to the Great Library! If you look up, you'll find three more levels. This first one is, of course, dedicated to the centerpiece of our collected works, open to all visitors at any hour. The second floor contains several classrooms where one might participate to further one's knewledge in a specific, more advanced field, helmed by our wise Loremasters. The third floor is reserved to College staff and its protectors," Nina motioned towards a towering Beorni currently on guard duty. "Sleeping quarters, a canteen, the armory, etc."

"And lastly, the fourth floor is located at the very top of this peak. 'Tis where my own office can be found."

As the party of seven found themselves at the center of the library, Nina pointed straight up. "With the aid of several special, carefully positioned mirrors and lenses, we're able to direct sunlight down into the very bowels of the College regardless of the local weather. We thought that, with all these books and scrolls, having too many lit torches around could prove disastrous."

Feeling satisfied with her brief tour, Nina turned to stand before the small group, hands at her front.

"Now please, do feel free to explore! Do not be afraid to come to me for answers to any questions."

Barrien Siegfried | Okkeus Dainlei | Reggie Faayare | Starlin Rand ​

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The King's Feast
City of Heavenheim

When Alva Heavenshield had sidled up to her grandfather, Thurion acknowledged her presence with a kind smile and his arm wrapped around her shoulders, giving her a sideways hug. And once Thirdas had presented himself to the members of his family, Thurion decided that, if those Perl girls are too timid to come and greet him, he'll just have to go find them!

Hearing Alva call out Nida's name, finding them amidst the others proved an easy task as all he had to do was follow her. Thirdas, meanwhile, remained with Uncle Bors -- the crusty old man unrelated to the Heavenshield family by blood, but one who had sworn brotherhood with Thurion's father over a century ago, when both men were in their youth. Thus, he was just 'Uncle Bors' to all members of House Heavenshield.

"There you both are," the King beamed a smile at the Perl sisters as he sauntered up to them. "Nida, did you think you could hide from me, hmm? Come here, you..." Throwing out all notion of royal protocol, the towering Valkyri simply put his arms around the pink girl and hugged her tight, seemingly having missed noticing the patch covering one of her eyes.

"And this," he then turned to the youngest sister once he'd let go of Nida, "must be the fierce Kyra I've heard so much about. Hello there, young lady," he leaned down to her level, fixing his blue eyes on hers. "You're Joza's kid, alright. I'd recognise that striking look anywhere. Undaunted, uncompromising."

He then held out his large hand, turned it palm-faced-up, and revealed two home-made biscuits. "A pearl for each Perl," he winked at the pair.

"Now come, everyone," he stood and positioned himself between the two sisters, his hands upon their respective shoulder, guiding them towards the open gates. "Let us go inside before we're all turned into snowmen!"

Following the cobbled street leading up from the main gatehouse towards the Great Hall, the party of honoured guests would march past a long line of soldiers on each side keeping the adoring crowds at bay so they may walk unhindered. Thirdas followed behind Nida, offering her reassuring looks every time she would look over her shoulder.

They soon found themselves at the entrance to the hall where the grand feast had been prepared all morning. The High King himself would pull the twin doors open, revealing to his Jedi guests a vast room filled to the brim with tables and chairs surrounding the fire pit in the center, and of course, lots and lots of food and drink. They were met with a loud cheer from the already seated guests enjoying the first of many, many tankards of mead.

"Go on now," he turned to Thirdas and relinquished his hold of the two Perls. "Escort the young ladies to their seats," he patted his son on the back.

It was at that time none other than Tulan Kor appeared before him, offering his views on just how tall everyone was. His comment prompted a chuckle from the King. "I am glad you found your way here, Sergeant Kor," he shook the man's hand. "You'll find no shortage of large, tall men or creatures on Midvinter! This world is a hard place to live in, and so it breeds only the hardest folk. Please, grab yourself a drink."

Assuming his seat at the far end of the hall, Thurion grabbed a drinking horn filled not with mead, but rather his personal favourite: Blue milk.

"Great friends of Midvinter, native and otherwise," he held up his drink to offer the first toast of the occasion. "Today marks a most joyous occasion for our world. We have re-established bonds of friendship with you, the Silver Jedi," he motioned towards the guests of honour, "as well as furthered our capacity to guard against any potential offworld threat. For me, personally, to see that the esteemed Order continues to flourish in my absence remains a source of boundless joy, and I cannot thank you enough for everything you do, not just for my own people, but for so many other worlds out there."

"To the Silvers! Long may they shine!" His words were echoed by his fellow natives who all emptied their drinks before slamming them down on the table, prompting a refill.

"And now, let the feast begin!"

Nida Perl | Kyra Perl | Centin Tillo | Amani Serys | Daelil Morr

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[Jaeger Harrsk]

SCENE II

Elise Coren Starchaser Coci Heavenshield Tarok Vassket Alana Sunrider​

Midvinter. Bastion of the Light. Home of one, if not the most, prolific Jedi dynasties in the galaxy - Heavenshield.

His days a Saaraishash Inquisitor reminded him of the list of top priority targets - half of it were names belonging to this same Valkyri dynasty. As stalwart warriors as they were, they were as equally elusive.

Harlan Cain, federal investigations agent on Jedi affairs, or simply said Jedi Affairs agent, carried himself behind the delegation of Jedi like a shadow. However hard he tried, the brawny man still stood out with his black suit, white shirt and heavy winter long coat. He was no Jedi. With the formation of the Concord, the Silver Jedi had been able to consolidate into a one powerful nation. Nearly gone were endless divisive issues within and the Jedi were now able to look outward fully focused. That made them a greater potential threat to New Imperial agenda. Harlan had work to do.

The agent shadowed the Jedi as they made their entry and introductions. As always, the datapad where he dotted his notes like a taxman in one hand while an honest smile on his face as he observed the walls of the fortress where marks of recent battle scratched deep the surface. Harlan eyes carefully the introductions exchanged, preferred to keep himself incognito but a tune rang out from his wrist comm. He pounced, declined the call and reddened enough to melt the snow around.

"Uh." the situation caught him off-guard. "Heh." an awkward chuckle, then, "Agent Harlan Cain, Jedi Affairs." he introduced himself trying to steel his nerves once more.

A dishonest smile.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

A steady stream of figures breached the last of the steps reaching the main platform of the Fortress. The first of which was a young beautiful Togruta, Coci had not seen the likes of this race since her time at the Order, she smiled at the remembrance of Sochi Ru, such a powerhouse of a Jedi and long standing member in the Silvers for such a long time. The woman had helped turn the soil on the grounds of the new temple.

“A pleasure to meet you Master Tin’dara”, Coci offered her the traditional bow in respect. “I am Coci Heavenshield”, much preferring to forgo natural protocol and don the title. “Welcome to the warm halls of the Fortress of Dawn”, she offered the young woman the door if she wished to enter and warm herself.

Coci’s eyes turned to another young woman taking the steps on approach with ease, the woman was fit and seemed to like the conditions of the planet, not many do but this was precisely the stuff of Jedi that she hopes to find in them, to be able to adapt to whatever gets thrown at them, and survive in the harshest of places. Resilience is the key to most things especially when battling against the odds.

The last thought made her smile, especially when she saw who was approaching next. The charismatic Corellian, Coren Starchaser , accompanied by two others she did not recognise. To be expected she assumed, it had been some time since she had visited the Silvers and so many had joined the order. Before she could speak to him, the woman by his side spoke. “Yes, you are expected, and it is a pleasure to have the Silver Jedi here on Midvinter once more”, she addressed Master Elise .

The Silver Jedi had been here many times in the past and the Valkyri held them in such high esteem for the services they had rendered Midvinter in the past, they had come to this planet in it’s dire need against the Vinterbound so many years ago. The Valkyri still sing their glory around the many grand halls in the realm.

“Coren is it good to see you well”, she finally smiled and turned to him, stepping forward to embrace him whether he wanted it or not. To the other man with datapad, her brow tweaked. Jedi Affairs? “A pleasure Agent Cain. I do hope I am not in trouble”, a small jest as she offered him welcome.

She turned her attention back to the Master Jedi, the woman unknown to her. “I don’t have a master. I am Grandmaster Coci Heavenshield of the Dawnguard. Please would you all enter the Temple and get out of the cold, the hearths are so very welcoming to the bones”.

Tarok Vassket | Alana Sunrider | Jaeger Harrsk

 

[Reggie Faayare]

A decent sized group had formed in a short amount of time. The two older men who came to join them made Reggie question if his greeting was insufficient enough for who he was talking to, but there was no point in dwelling on that matter at the moment. For now he would just keep it in mind for next time.

Reggie noticed a few things while taking a quick look at those who had came. Okkeus was a fellow padawan and classmate, so he nodded towards his peer to say hello. Next was a man who's clothing didn't draw Reggie's eye, but the pole arm and shield that the man had did. the padawan didn't know who this was, but he was sure it was more than meets the eye. Reggie responded to the man's greeting with one of his own.

Now Nimdok and the two that accompanied him were the last to come up. Nimdok made a good impression on Reggie considering he was apparently a professor who specialized in the force. That right there made Reggie curious as to what knowledge Nimdok may be able to share with a seeker of knowledge like himself. That would have to wait though.

Nina was next to greet those who had come, and she proceeded to guide the group through the gates. When they entered the Great Library, he noticed how the light within the area was much different than how it would be under normal circumstances. Reggie listened attentively as Nina spoke about the different floors of the Great Library, and how they concentrated rays of light within the area to brighten the room. It was a brilliant idea, and one that would prevent torch accidents like she had mentioned.

When the tour of the library had concluded and the group was let off the explore, Reggie stayed to ask a few questions before moving on. "Nina- er, Lady Heavenshield I mean. You mentioned that the second floor was for those that wanted to deepen their knowledge in a specific, more advanced area. Could you tell me a few examples on what those areas could be?" While he was sure that he could figure out what was taught in those classes on his own, it was still good to ask. "Also, how would one be eligible to become a student and attend these classes? The natural ability to lead? The strength and experience of a warrior? The desire to learn and discover the unknown? I assure you I have at least one of these traits." The padawan was trying to be a little humorous, even though he knew that he wasn't really funny. Whether his humor fell short or not, the question would still stand. How does one become a student here?

Nina Heavenshield | Okkeus Dainlei | Starlin Rand | Jacen Nimdok | Barrien Siegfried

 

[Sigyn Vanir]

Objective 2

It was so long since Sigyn had left Midvinter. Left, to join the Jedi and be trained in the use of the force. But it still felt like it had just happened, like it was only last week she had walked onboard that spaceship, and been flown to Kashyyyk. Now she was back again. Home.

For some reason, the Jedi had been invited to come to Midvinter. Some celebration feast, or meeting. Sigyn hadn't really paid much attention... been able to focus, after she heard it was on Midvinter. She had signed up for it right away. Later, she found out some of the things that had been arragned for when the jedi would be there. A feast, a tour of a Hall of History, and a meeting atop a mountain. Feasts were not Sigyn's thing, and she already knew more about the History of Midvinter than the other jedi. But climbing a mountian, to talk with other important Jedi about the upcoming times, now that was something for the young Valkyri.

The ships that brought them to Midvinter landed outside the capital. Which meant there would be a long walk to get to the Fortress where the meeting was to be held. All the better. Sigyn had longed for a stroll in the nature of her homeworld. It was close to Winter, which was cold even for the natives, so Sigyn was wearing a light fur coat with a hood.

It was even colder climbing up the mountain, which made the extra clothing feel useless. But it felt way better to be in this cold, than to be on a planet like Tatooine. Sigyn knew some of the other Jedi were ahead of her. She had, after all, stopped a few times along the way there to enjoy the planet.

Once up, she saw the beauty of the Fortress of Dawn, the headquarters of the Dawnguard. A few other Jedi had arrived, most of which Sigyn did not know. And just outside the fortress stood a dark-haired woman, but it was hard to see any recogniceable details duo to the snow. "I hope I'm not too late," said Sigyn as she saw that the others moved towards the doors.

Coren Starchaser | Elise | Coci Heavenshield | Tarok Vassket | Alana Sunrider | Jaeger Harrsk

 

[Zana Jaireck]

Objective 1: Eat, Feast, Chatter, etc.
Open to interactions.

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My goodness, it's damn cold.

That thought rang through her head constantly, a chorus of admonishment that she couldn't quite get rid of. Of course the invite had been for Midvinter. To refuse an invite like that would have been the height of bad manners and besides, Zana knew she needed to get out more. Become more active in affairs, as it were. Jedi Masters were no good to anyone all secluded in their rooms, watching old vids and sipping expensive alcohol. No matter how enticing the prospect was.

She'd arrived by shuttle earlier, taking the opportunity to explore the surroundings. Heavenheim was a city with it's... charms. That was the most she could say about it, really. It wasn't a place she'd chose to come herself but few cities could rival Coruscant, after all. I'm sure it's perfect for the people who live here.

Due to her explorations, she lagged slightly behind the group of them as they headed towards the hall. It was a good opportunity to take the measure of Thurion Heavenshield from a distance. Certainly seemed like a gregarious chap. Welcoming, large of heart with a mouth to match. Being back there also put her in the midst of the younger ones, the padawans and eager, smiling friends. She smiled a little at that.

Zana stepped into the hall and instantly frowned. Lots of very loud people with what seemed to be... mead. Oh , how splendid. She scanned along the long tables for anything approaching a bottle of wine. Ah well. At least it was a drink. After being in that biting, outdoor wind for a while, she was ready for something to warm her up. The fire was definitely a welcome prospect too. She took off her stylish hat and made her way to a seat. Rubbing her hands together to get a little warmth back into them, she looked at the fare laid out with interest. Hearty food made by hearty people, was the diplomatic way she'd put it. Anyway, this wasn't just about getting a free meal. This was about actually doing something with the Order again, finally.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

This was definitely the work he SHOULD be doing noawadays, connecting the Jedi better than he had in the past. If he wasn’t on the war path, then there were more things he could do to assist everyone. The Jedi had people who could learn, and he could teach The ones within the Silver Jedi Order--- part of the Silver Jedi Covenant. He knew that Elise had a lot to learn, but he also had to keep an eye on the rest of the Jedi. And if he could allow Elise to speak to Coci on their own? The pair could benefit off of that, he felt.

Coren followed with Elise, allowing the Grand Master to lead the way, but he wouldn’t keep too far away from her. The man was not a stranger to the other Jedi he would run into, but he still was a bit cautious to not step on anyones toes or to make the wrong statement to offend any of the Jedi. Smiling as he heard Coci he approached her and gave her a hug.

“It is good to see you again Coci. Everything is going well with the Dawnguard?” He didn’t have the time to correct Elise before Coci politely corrected her. “I appreciate you letting us in. And letting us see you.” After they stepped inside, he would look from Coci to Elise.

“Coci, this is Grand Master Elise, of the Order of the Silver Jedi.”

Coci Heavenshield Elise

 

[Kyra Perl]

Objective: Feast-- Objective 1
Tags: Nida Perl Alva Heavenshield Thirdas Heavenshield

Spoiler: Who I'm responding to

Alva recognized the tall Valkyri man that approached. It was her Uncle Thirdas. Though, he was often away in Silver Space – and she'd never really had the chance to get to know him. She listened quietly, but also tried not to eavesdrop on his conversation with Grandpa Thurion. And she blinked when Grandpa mentioned the Perls... there were... more?

When Thirdas turned to her, Alva offered him a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Uncle,” she said, reaching for the hand he'd offered. Her small hand disappeared into his grasp for a moment, and she canted her head to the side slightly at the cold against her palm. His hand was metal? Ah, had it been taken from him in battle and replaced by an artificial hand? But Alva's smile remained, and she looked skyward to nod at him, with the utmost respect for a warrior like him.

Then, her attention shifted to the two Zeltron women. “Nida!” Alva called, throwing her arm up into an enthusiastic wave. She'd met the healer at the Reach before, where she'd worked with her mother. She turned to the Valkyri gentlemen and gave a polite nod, and a small bow to excuse herself from their sides.

“Hi, Nida! Long time,” Alva said, approaching. Then, her blue eyes found the flame-haired girl sticking to Nida's side. “Oh, hi,” she smiled, giving the girl a once-over, and gauging her age to be somewhere near her own... cool. “I'm Alva, nice to meet you.”

Thurion Heavenshield / Thirdas, Nida Perl , Kyra Perl

The King's Feast | City of Heavenheim

Tags | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Alva Heavenshield | Daelil Morr

Nida had been excited for this trip since the order had first announced an excursion to Midvinter. The snowy planet held a sense of magic, for it was where she and Thirdas had first met. A fledgling Jedi, Nida initially found Midvinter’s lack of modern technology and busy city streets unnerving, given that she was used to blending into the background. Here, she’d stuck out like a sore thumb, but Thirdas had never made her feel strange or unwelcome. Instead, she’d fallen for the planet’s peaceful charm and admired the Valkyri’s honorable and productive nature.

Kyra did not appear to share Nida’s excitement, bundling close as they disembarked into a blast of icy wind. “You’ll get used to the cold.” She assured her sister, making sure that the furs Thirdas had so generously gifted were snug around Kyra’s torso. Her face fell at the other Zeltron’s smug look. “He lost in at war.” She responded quietly so that her words stayed between them, trying to keep the painful memory of his near-death experience from bubbling up.

But she brightened almost immediately, forcing herself not to be dragged down by her sister’s sour mood—there was still so much to show her, and Nida was confident that Kyra would begin to grow fonder of Midvinter, just as she had. “Remember, you promised to be nice while we’re here—I’m sure that once you get something in your stomach, you’ll feel better!” Nida gave her baby sister a smile, giving the furs around her neck one last adjustment of reassurance.

The pair leisurely followed the general flow of traffic, Nida preferring to take in the sights and sounds of Heavenheim while Thirdas went on ahead to greet his father. A voice broke through the frigid morning air, calling for her. “Alva!” She greeted the young woman cheerfully, hurrying her sister along to greet the young woman. “It has been a while. I’m glad to see you’re looking well.” The two had met before the Great War, caring for patients at the Reach. Relief crept into her smile at seeing the young woman alive and physically whole after the atrocities of war.

She reached out to grasp Alva’s hand in greeting, before letting go and motioning to the Zeltron stuck to her side. “Alva, meet my sister; Kyra. Kyra, this is Alva; a Valkyri woman who helped with patients at the Reach while I was here.”

Her eye caught sight of Thirdas interacting with his father and she absently adjusted the patch covering her eye, suddenly feeling self-conscious before addressing Kyra. “That’s Thirdas’ father—Thurion Heavenshield. He used to be the Grand Master of the Silver Jedi, so you may have heard of him.” She explained while motioning to the large blonde, who Thirdas clearly had inherited his looks from. “He was crowned King of Midvinter after the Great War, where his brother, the previous king, gave his life for his people.”

As she spoke, it hit her that Thurion was now the High King of Midvinter. What was the proper protocol for approaching him, or even addressing him? Thirdas had assured her that his father was, at heart, a man of the people who cared little for the frivolities that came with a noble title, but she was still anxious.

The King's Feast
City of Heavenheim

When Alva Heavenshield had sidled up to her grandfather, Thurion acknowledged her presence with a kind smile and his arm wrapped around her shoulders, giving her a sideways hug. And once Thirdas had presented himself to the members of his family, Thurion decided that, if those Perl girls are too timid to come and greet him, he'll just have to go find them!

Hearing Alva call out Nida's name, finding them amidst the others proved an easy task as all he had to do was follow her. Thirdas, meanwhile, remained with Uncle Bors -- the crusty old man unrelated to the Heavenshield family by blood, but one who had sworn brotherhood with Thurion's father over a century ago, when both men were in their youth. Thus, he was just 'Uncle Bors' to all members of House Heavenshield.

"There you both are," the King beamed a smile at the Perl sisters as he sauntered up to them. "Nida, did you think you could hide from me, hmm? Come here, you..." Throwing out all notion of royal protocol, the towering Valkyri simply put his arms around the pink girl and hugged her tight, seemingly having missed noticing the patch covering one of her eyes.

"And this," he then turned to the youngest sister once he'd let go of Nida, "must be the fierce Kyra I've heard so much about. Hello there, young lady," he leaned down to her level, fixing his blue eyes on hers. "You're Joza's kid, alright. I'd recognise that striking look anywhere. Undaunted, uncompromising."

He then held out his large hand, turned it palm-faced-up, and revealed two home-made biscuits. "A pearl for each Perl," he winked at the pair.

"Now come, everyone," he stood and positioned himself between the two sisters, his hands upon their respective shoulder, guiding them towards the open gates. "Let us go inside before we're all turned into snowmen!"

Following the cobbled street leading up from the main gatehouse towards the Great Hall, the party of honoured guests would march past a long line of soldiers on each side keeping the adoring crowds at bay so they may walk unhindered. Thirdas followed behind Nida, offering her reassuring looks every time she would look over her shoulder.

They soon found themselves at the entrance to the hall where the grand feast had been prepared all morning. The High King himself would pull the twin doors open, revealing to his Jedi guests a vast room filled to the brim with tables and chairs surrounding the fire pit in the center, and of course, lots and lots of food and drink. They were met with a loud cheer from the already seated guests enjoying the first of many, many tankards of mead.

"Go on now," he turned to Thirdas and relinquished his hold of the two Perls. "Escort the young ladies to their seats," he patted his son on the back.

It was at that time none other than Tulan Kor appeared before him, offering his views on just how tall everyone was. His comment prompted a chuckle from the King. "I am glad you found your way here, Sergeant Kor," he shook the man's hand. "You'll find no shortage of large, tall men or creatures on Midvinter! This world is a hard place to live in, and so it breeds only the hardest folk. Please, grab yourself a drink."

Assuming his seat at the far end of the hall, Thurion grabbed a drinking horn filled not with mead, but rather his personal favourite: Blue milk.

"Great friends of Midvinter, native and otherwise," he held up his drink to offer the first toast of the occasion. "Today marks a most joyous occasion for our world. We have re-established bonds of friendship with you, the Silver Jedi," he motioned towards the guests of honour, "as well as furthered our capacity to guard against any potential offworld threat. For me, personally, to see that the esteemed Order continues to flourish in my absence remains a source of boundless joy, and I cannot thank you enough for everything you do, not just for my own people, but for so many other worlds out there."

"To the Silvers! Long may they shine!" His words were echoed by his fellow natives who all emptied their drinks before slamming them down on the table, prompting a refill.

"And now, let the feast begin!"

Nida Perl | Kyra Perl | Centin Tillo | Amani Serys | Daelil Morr

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“Remember, you promised to be nice while we’re here—I’m sure that once you get something in your stomach, you’ll feel better!”

Kyra gave Nida an exasperated sign, her foot stomping for good measure as she batted her sister's tending hand off her. "I'm cold, not hangry. Honestly, you're just like mom-- you can't shove food in my mouth to shut me up, I can talk and chew yo-" She cut short as Alva Heavenshield stepped into the scene, growing a bit flustered and quiet as Nida greeted the stranger with warmth and enthusiasm.

Kyra flushed with embarrassment, eyeing Alva in turn. Just... how much the girl had overheard? The youngest Perl had no qualms whining the ear off her older sibling, it was a habit that usually got her what she wanted, but strangers were a different story! The last of Kyra's pouting melted away as she forced a smile back at Alva's curious glance. Ohey. Same age.

The sentiment flickered over to her, accidentally absorbed and reflected. Her smile softened, her expression lighting up as she jabbed out her left hand for Alva to shake. "Kyra!" She sung back.

"There you both are," the King beamed a smile at the Perl sisters as he sauntered up to them. "Nida, did you think you could hide-

Kyra blinked, stumbling back a step as the bear of man engulfed her sister in a hug. Who the Netherworld was- Thurion Heavenshield knelt down to her level. She blinked owlishly up at the stranger that knew her name. A look of apprehension was leveled at Alva Heavenshield , but even she seemed familiar with Thurion Heavenshield as he spoke warmly to her. By the end, Kyra was beaming, his joyous energy infectious.

Thirdas Heavenshield found a considerably less squirmy sister under his arms as his father passed them off. Kyra's fouled mood seemed to be a thing of the past, the girl like night and day as she nibbled happily at the biscuit gifted.

"Was that your dad?" She chirped up at him, licking her fingers clean.

Already, she was looking for Nida's hand to see if she had finished hers... Or Alva. Perhaps she would know where there was more.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Centin Tillo

Amani eyed Cinten with a sarcastically stern glare, "You'd better, or I'll have to start pretending like I don't know you yet again."
Even with her heavy cloak, the mirialan shivered at the biting winds, teeth audibly chattering as she fidgeted in place for warmth. His next comment elicited a snort, Amani rolled her eyes and flicked Centin on the forehead, "You're a weirdo." She played it casually, making no effort to address anything regarding the last few weeks. It was an attempt to avoid the subject, and only made it all the more obvious that she was being rather distant. Even still, she was genuinely glad to be back in the presence of an old familiar face.

The padawan wasted no time pressing into the hall as the Feast had begun, taking the first pair of seats she saw available, a bit far away from the center of attention, which she was more than okay with. She drummed her fingers against the spot next to her, motioning for Centin to sit down. The sensation was simulatenously familiar and strange, Amani unable to help but watch her own metallic hand go through the motions, just like intended. Just like a real hand. And it felt real, too. For that she could not be more thankful; A doctor without the ability to feel in their own hand would likely not find much success in their career.

Amani withdrew the arm back into her cloak, tentaviely reaching out with her other hand to the piece of bread in front of her. She took a nibble, looking back to Centin, "So... How was Ruusan?" She was actually rather jealous of him for once. First time for everything, she supposed. The Valley of the Jedi was a place she had yet to visit, but the prospect of doing so was exciting. Amani intended to pry him for as much information as possible, both for her own curiosity, and to keep the topic off of herself.

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Okkeus stood with the others as Nina Heavenshield gave the tour. He didn't realize how large the library was. Doing a slow 360 degree spin he looked upward at the multiple levels. Awing at the beautiful lights that illuminated it. Turning back to Nina he listened at how the college was lit. The usage of mirrors was actually very cool. He would definitely explore that later. But for now, he had other things he was after.

Once she concluded the tour he watched as some of them stepped away, off to explore the library. While others stayed behind, wanting to ask questions. He patiently waited his turn as a few of them asked her questions. Once they were done he stepped up to her, beginning to ask his question.

"Hello Master Heavenshield, I have a quick question. Do you know where I could find books about Sith Spirits? I have been having some dreams recently and I want to figure out how to get rid of them. Also maybe some books about visions as well?"

Hopefully he didn't make it sound like a big issue, even though it was. Ever since he received his third Kyber Crystal he had been receiving visions from his old Jedi Master. But now he was appearing as a Sith, sending very cryptic messages and visions. Hopefully he could put an end to them.

Nina Heavenshield Reggie Faayare Starlin Rand Jacen Nimdok Barrien Siegfried

 

[Tarok Vassket]

Objective 2
Coci Heavenshield Elise Coren Starchaser

"Thank you," said Azula. She listened to the conversation continuing behind her, but moved swiftly to the fire.

She had heard that Elise had taken the position of grandmaster. Azula thought she was too young, but in truth she didn't hold a particularly strong opinion on the matter.

Azula pulled a chair closer to the fire and took a seat. First her hood came down. She enjoyed the sense her mobtrals gave her of her surroundings. Made her feel more at ease with her back to the door. The gloves came next and she held her hands, palms out, towards the fire.

"Your world is harsh," Azula remarked. "It must breed fierce warriors."

 

[Elise]

Location: Temple, objective 1
Tags: Tarok Vassket Coci Heavenshield Coren Starchaser Alana Sunrider Jaeger Harrsk

Spoiler: People around me

SCENE II

Elise Coren Starchaser Coci Heavenshield Tarok Vassket Alana Sunrider​

Midvinter. Bastion of the Light. Home of one, if not the most, prolific Jedi dynasties in the galaxy - Heavenshield.

His days a Saaraishash Inquisitor reminded him of the list of top priority targets - half of it were names belonging to this same Valkyri dynasty. As stalwart warriors as they were, they were as equally elusive.

Harlan Cain, federal investigations agent on Jedi affairs, or simply said Jedi Affairs agent, carried himself behind the delegation of Jedi like a shadow. However hard he tried, the brawny man still stood out with his black suit, white shirt and heavy winter long coat. He was no Jedi. With the formation of the Concord, the Silver Jedi had been able to consolidate into a one powerful nation. Nearly gone were endless divisive issues within and the Jedi were now able to look outward fully focused. That made them a greater potential threat to New Imperial agenda. Harlan had work to do.

The agent shadowed the Jedi as they made their entry and introductions. As always, the datapad where he dotted his notes like a taxman in one hand while an honest smile on his face as he observed the walls of the fortress where marks of recent battle scratched deep the surface. Harlan eyes carefully the introductions exchanged, preferred to keep himself incognito but a tune rang out from his wrist comm. He pounced, declined the call and reddened enough to melt the snow around.

"Uh." the situation caught him off-guard. "Heh." an awkward chuckle, then, "Agent Harlan Cain, Jedi Affairs." he introduced himself trying to steel his nerves once more.

A dishonest smile.

A steady stream of figures breached the last of the steps reaching the main platform of the Fortress. The first of which was a young beautiful Togruta, Coci had not seen the likes of this race since her time at the Order, she smiled at the remembrance of Sochi Ru, such a powerhouse of a Jedi and long standing member in the Silvers for such a long time. The woman had helped turn the soil on the grounds of the new temple.

“A pleasure to meet you Master Tin’dara”, Coci offered her the traditional bow in respect. “I am Coci Heavenshield”, much preferring to forgo natural protocol and don the title. “Welcome to the warm halls of the Fortress of Dawn”, she offered the young woman the door if she wished to enter and warm herself.

Coci’s eyes turned to another young woman taking the steps on approach with ease, the woman was fit and seemed to like the conditions of the planet, not many do but this was precisely the stuff of Jedi that she hopes to find in them, to be able to adapt to whatever gets thrown at them, and survive in the harshest of places. Resilience is the key to most things especially when battling against the odds.

The last thought made her smile, especially when she saw who was approaching next. The charismatic Corellian, Coren Starchaser , accompanied by two others she did not recognise. To be expected she assumed, it had been some time since she had visited the Silvers and so many had joined the order. Before she could speak to him, the woman by his side spoke. “Yes, you are expected, and it is a pleasure to have the Silver Jedi here on Midvinter once more”, she addressed Master Elise .

The Silver Jedi had been here many times in the past and the Valkyri held them in such high esteem for the services they had rendered Midvinter in the past, they had come to this planet in it’s dire need against the Vinterbound so many years ago. The Valkyri still sing their glory around the many grand halls in the realm.

“Coren is it good to see you well”, she finally smiled and turned to him, stepping forward to embrace him whether he wanted it or not. To the other man with datapad, her brow tweaked. Jedi Affairs? “A pleasure Agent Cain. I do hope I am not in trouble”, a small jest as she offered him welcome.

She turned her attention back to the Master Jedi, the woman unknown to her. “I don’t have a master. I am Grandmaster Coci Heavenshield of the Dawnguard. Please would you all enter the Temple and get out of the cold, the hearths are so very welcoming to the bones”.

Tarok Vassket | Alana Sunrider | Jaeger Harrsk

Objective 2

It was so long since Sigyn had left Midvinter. Left, to join the Jedi and be trained in the use of the force. But it still felt like it had just happened, like it was only last week she had walked onboard that spaceship, and been flown to Kashyyyk. Now she was back again. Home.

For some reason, the Jedi had been invited to come to Midvinter. Some celebration feast, or meeting. Sigyn hadn't really paid much attention... been able to focus, after she heard it was on Midvinter. She had signed up for it right away. Later, she found out some of the things that had been arragned for when the jedi would be there. A feast, a tour of a Hall of History, and a meeting atop a mountain. Feasts were not Sigyn's thing, and she already knew more about the History of Midvinter than the other jedi. But climbing a mountian, to talk with other important Jedi about the upcoming times, now that was something for the young Valkyri.

The ships that brought them to Midvinter landed outside the capital. Which meant there would be a long walk to get to the Fortress where the meeting was to be held. All the better. Sigyn had longed for a stroll in the nature of her homeworld. It was close to Winter, which was cold even for the natives, so Sigyn was wearing a light fur coat with a hood.

It was even colder climbing up the mountain, which made the extra clothing feel useless. But it felt way better to be in this cold, than to be on a planet like Tatooine. Sigyn knew some of the other Jedi were ahead of her. She had, after all, stopped a few times along the way there to enjoy the planet.

Once up, she saw the beauty of the Fortress of Dawn, the headquarters of the Dawnguard. A few other Jedi had arrived, most of which Sigyn did not know. And just outside the fortress stood a dark-haired woman, but it was hard to see any recogniceable details duo to the snow. "I hope I'm not too late," said Sigyn as she saw that the others moved towards the doors.

Coren Starchaser | Elise | Coci Heavenshield | Tarok Vassket | Alana Sunrider | Jaeger Harrsk

This was definitely the work he SHOULD be doing noawadays, connecting the Jedi better than he had in the past. If he wasn’t on the war path, then there were more things he could do to assist everyone. The Jedi had people who could learn, and he could teach The ones within the Silver Jedi Order--- part of the Silver Jedi Covenant. He knew that Elise had a lot to learn, but he also had to keep an eye on the rest of the Jedi. And if he could allow Elise to speak to Coci on their own? The pair could benefit off of that, he felt.

Coren followed with Elise, allowing the Grand Master to lead the way, but he wouldn’t keep too far away from her. The man was not a stranger to the other Jedi he would run into, but he still was a bit cautious to not step on anyones toes or to make the wrong statement to offend any of the Jedi. Smiling as he heard Coci he approached her and gave her a hug.

“It is good to see you again Coci. Everything is going well with the Dawnguard?” He didn’t have the time to correct Elise before Coci politely corrected her. “I appreciate you letting us in. And letting us see you.” After they stepped inside, he would look from Coci to Elise.

“Coci, this is Grand Master Elise, of the Order of the Silver Jedi.”

Coci Heavenshield Elise

Objective 2
Coci Heavenshield Elise Coren Starchaser

"Thank you," said Azula. She listened to the conversation continuing behind her, but moved swiftly to the fire.

She had heard that Elise had taken the position of grandmaster. Azula thought she was too young, but in truth she didn't hold a particularly strong opinion on the matter.

Azula pulled a chair closer to the fire and took a seat. First her hood came down. She enjoyed the sense her mobtrals gave her of her surroundings. Made her feel more at ease with her back to the door. The gloves came next and she held her hands, palms out, towards the fire.

"Your world is harsh," Azula remarked. "It must breed fierce warriors."

Blood flooded Elise's cheeks, bringing life to a pale complexion.

Oh.

She fell quiet as she followed the other Grand Master in, more out of habit than her embarrassment. The woman was not known to waste words with pleasantries, which in her head made her ill suited for her job. There was still so much they needed to do, sometimes meetings like this, however pleasant, felt like they got in the way.

It dawned on her that life on Eira Pechal might now feel too slow for her.

A pang of homesickness came and went as the cold air was shuttered out by the heavy doors. Some dispersed towards chairs and hearths, but Elise found herself comfortable as she awaited further direction. Not only did it feel polite, but the woman had not yet grown comfortable with stepping forward and commanding moments. It was another reason she felt unconfident in her new role.

A look of subtle strain was leveled at Jaeger Harrsk as he introduced herself, the pad in his hand ever clacking with his recordings. She rolled a bout of tension off her shoulders, not letting herself linger on why he was there.

"Thank you for having us. Perhaps there's some private place we could speak?" She cut right to the chase, unable to filter herself or pad out her words.

 

[Alva Heavenshield]

Alva's smile only grew wider when Nida Perl greeted her, and she gave the woman's hand a squeeze. The patch over her eye hadn't gone unnoticed, but she said nothing—she was well used to seeing things like this at the Reach.

For the briefest moment, she was worried when she saw the look on Nida's sister's face. Kyra Perl 's lips were pressed together into a pout that morphed into a tight smile. Had she interrupted? But a second later, there was a bubbly look on the girl's face and Alva gladly shook her hand.

Glancing over her shoulder at Thurion Heavenshield , her smile only grew. She gave a nod when Grandpa said it was time to go inside. Of course, they did not want their guests to be frozen on the spot. Walking along with the flow of the crowd, and the King leading the way, Alva stuck close to the Perl girls and Thirdas Heavenshield . Maybe this girl Kyra would be a newfound friend. While there were certainly other Valkyri her age in Fridheim, and she got on with them well, she couldn't help but feel... different.

“Thirdas is my uncle,” she said close to Kyra, so she could hear over the din of the festivities. “The King is my grandpa.”

Alva's bond with the Heavenshield family was not by blood, but by adoption. And she was only half Valkyri, tall like her father. Still, smaller than the average Valkyri woman, and she was slight like her mother.

She'd move to a table to sit with her friends as King Thurion gave a warm welcome to their guests, holding a drink aloft. And it was time to eat! Of course, there were a number of Midvinter delicacies on the table—and Alva went straight for a plaited bread. There were biscuits, too. But not quite as good as Grandpa's own secret recipe.

“Cheers!” Alva held up her mug of cider to Kyra and the others.

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

"I hope not, he-he-he. Nothing to worry 'bout, Grandmaster Heavenshield. Just bureaucratic bull from upstairs." he waved away any potential concerns that might've been concealed in her joke. "Someone's got to do the paperwork." the agent downplayed his role with a chuckle.

With the doors shutting behind them, Harlan welcomed with open arms the heat of the hearths. Despite its intimidating and massive appearance, the fortress did embrace him with a sense of coziness. A glass of scotch and a Valkyri woman would've made this place ideal.

Back to reality.

Harlan's face made no reaction to Grandmaster Elise's suggestion. He kept on simply smiling at the group as they exchanged pleasantries and awaited their next move. Should they move to somewhere more private, the federal agent would surely follow casually. Someone's got to do the paperwork, right?

Coci Heavenshield Elise Coren Starchaser Tarok Vassket Alana Sunrider​