Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Location - Jedi Temple > Main Hall > Archive Entrance
Allegiance - Help the GA people. [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Vulpesen"] @ [member="Quvox"]
Enemies - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Xevek Rakama"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Vili Ozouf"] [member="Darth Sabezt"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] (And others heading for the Archives)
Objective - Stop all Entry into the Archives... Too many people
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ry10a97Ge4
Alexandra... wished she could reason all the events that decided to happen all at once and trigger every one of her senses, sending her on high alert. It started off rather simple with her feeling the presences of [member="Tathra Khaeus"] and [member="Xevek Rakama"] coming towards herself and [member="Jairdain"], nothing grand or major, rather simple. It was after Jairdain's quick question that Alexandra found herself spiraling into confusing as she tried to maintain her grip on the force and its flow as it was twisted and turned into loops by the significant use of multiple individuals in addition to the actions of others. There was first the hostile conflict and general heightened feelings that came quickly and closer. She took the moment to speak and answer Jairdain while waiting for [member="Mereel Vaun"] to appear.
"The force is in Chaos, more than just your old friend is coming to say hi... A fact im not certain if we are prepared for or not, so make sure you are ready for what ever comes down this hall and up these stairs." She breathed in as she looked at Mereel who had arrived.
The man was certainly out of breath, and probably not expecting what had happened. He wanted to know the plan and to tell the truth, Alexandra didn't have one. The Archives were nestled away from the other areas so that past mistakes could not be replicated but that also meant that escaping from their little box was unlikely. She could destroy the archives but with the force as Chaotic as it is, there is no way to tell if the action would be justified or not. There was also the chance of getting her student and the woman that had accompanied her here as a companion might become harmed, killed or captured, something Alexandra would not see happen. She had seen what capture by the sith meant and would not let them die or suffer like that.
She thought and turned her eyes down the hall again before breathing in and laying out her items in her mind. She had come not expecting a war, which meant she had what she normally would wear. Her robes and a cloak covered her body and restricted her, with a grey tunic and trousers under in case of minor problems. Her weapons were also light, only her sabers and the collapsible warstaff that she had carried for decades at this point. None of that was exactly intimidating or could be used to clear out multiple enemies at a single time, which left her with the force.
Being in the temple would normally make the use of the force a bit more natural, as it normally did in the other temples she was used to, but this was different. The force was muddled and it was hard enough keeping its flow stable enough for her to understand what was happening throughout the temple, much less be used for significant effect against her enemies. She could sacrifice her mind to Hel, let the dark side spirit assume command of her body, but would it relinquish command back when Alexandra wanted it back, or lock her out as it had done in the past.
She owed Mereel an answer though, and an honest one at that.
"Our objective is to defend these Archives from anyone who would seek to take them, even if it requires their destruction in the end." She thought on her words and glanced behind herself at them for a moment and touched the side of her leg, a small Ashlan Wolf emerging from her cloak and taking with it a device that she had been carrying. The Ashlan would know what to do with it if she gave the order, but for now she would give some faith to their ability to repel anyone who might show their face in this hall.
The events would only then grow faster as she sensed two new minds, both that had arrived in her head for a quick moment and vanished, presences that unsettled her and confused her before a blast behind her created a hole. For a moment she saw someone who she recognized, someone she had not seen in several years. Her eyes rested on the man and she smiled softly, feeling her body at ease before she turned her eyes down in shame at the happier feeling. She gripped her hands tight and the illusion she normally wore melted away for once, her silver hair turning ebony black, eyes violet and the tail she had gained from her new body hanging there. Her eyes turned up to the hole for a moment, just enough to see the man vanish from the archives and leave a collection of five soldiers securing the area.
She would look them over, and clear her throat, speaking to them in the language that [member="Vulpesen"] 's men would most likely speak. Zorren words left her lips, guessing their purpose but making certain she was not wrong. All the while dreadfully aware of [member="Vanessa Vantai"]'s presence as well, high above them.
"Soldiers, you are the Valde's men?" She had to dig for that term, barely remembering it or able to pronounce it right. "I assume you are here because of his commands, and will tell you now. If his commands were anything relating to the stealing or destruction of records, other than one in particular, you will not find me welcoming." She could guess Vulpesen's purpose for being in a place like this, knowing that she had heard little of him in the last months around the Jedi and assuming the man had left it after finding his home.
She would not wait long for a reply, or entertain any questions, only get their answer and confirm her suspicion. There was little she she could do to prepare but would need every second of it if she was to gather force energy appropriately and avoid using Hel unless necessary. The Sith coming closer to the Archive would find a Jedi Master waiting for them, not one that was a member of this or any elder order, but one that was more than devoted to the lightside and ready to defend the knowledge held in the archives, to stop anyone from attempting to take the knowledge and power in there.
The closest individuals would feel her first, likely [member="Darth Sabezt"] and [member="Adrian Vandiir"] from what she could gather about the area around her. Her hands gripped at the air, tugging on the strings of the force and drawing its flow into her as she closed her eyes again, standing now and once more her breath slowed till she stopped. Her breathing had ended, her heart beat was gone, her eyes and body simply stood there while she waited and only a few seconds would pass before she would open her eyes again and her body would resume its processes.
She was smiling finally, the old Alexandra Feanor started to shine through that mask that she had been wearing for a long time. The Alexandra that yearned for combat and for battle, the one that enjoyed the fight and sought it out to see just how strong those around her could be and how strong she was. It had been a long time since she had felt this way, before her two years of living in that forest, the three years she had spent caring for her kids, the years with the vitae, the years with the Order of the Grey. It felt like when she was with the Sith so very long ago. Decades ago but this time it was different.
This lust for battle and conflict was calm and controlled, held in her hands and not being drawn into the old frenzy that her more emotional days had been. She was still emotional, far from a stable person as far as her soul was concerned, but this was a different kind of emotional. She had allies she could trust, that she had to protect and that was a conviction that built within her. There was the man who she had loved here, who fought on the same side as her again and that she could feel not too far from her, someone she could draw on and know was there, even if he didn't seem to have noticed or wanted to notice her.
And, she had a reason to make sure that these Archives did not fall, atleast not without her ensuring they would be useless to those who got through her.
The thought made her smile one last time at [member="Jairdain"] and [member="Mereel Vaun"], hoping they would get reinforcements before the chaotic forces that moved closer could reach the archives. If not, this was going to be a long battle for the three of them. Her hand moved to remove one her sabers, carefully handing it to Mereel and making certain the men held took it.
"Jairdain, Padawan Vaun, Try not to die. I would hate to write any letters to families or loved ones." The comment was made light heartedly, Alexandra's humor showing for once to the two.
Allegiance - Help the GA people. [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Vulpesen"] @ [member="Quvox"]
Enemies - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Xevek Rakama"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Vili Ozouf"] [member="Darth Sabezt"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] (And others heading for the Archives)
Objective - Stop all Entry into the Archives... Too many people
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ry10a97Ge4
Alexandra... wished she could reason all the events that decided to happen all at once and trigger every one of her senses, sending her on high alert. It started off rather simple with her feeling the presences of [member="Tathra Khaeus"] and [member="Xevek Rakama"] coming towards herself and [member="Jairdain"], nothing grand or major, rather simple. It was after Jairdain's quick question that Alexandra found herself spiraling into confusing as she tried to maintain her grip on the force and its flow as it was twisted and turned into loops by the significant use of multiple individuals in addition to the actions of others. There was first the hostile conflict and general heightened feelings that came quickly and closer. She took the moment to speak and answer Jairdain while waiting for [member="Mereel Vaun"] to appear.
"The force is in Chaos, more than just your old friend is coming to say hi... A fact im not certain if we are prepared for or not, so make sure you are ready for what ever comes down this hall and up these stairs." She breathed in as she looked at Mereel who had arrived.
The man was certainly out of breath, and probably not expecting what had happened. He wanted to know the plan and to tell the truth, Alexandra didn't have one. The Archives were nestled away from the other areas so that past mistakes could not be replicated but that also meant that escaping from their little box was unlikely. She could destroy the archives but with the force as Chaotic as it is, there is no way to tell if the action would be justified or not. There was also the chance of getting her student and the woman that had accompanied her here as a companion might become harmed, killed or captured, something Alexandra would not see happen. She had seen what capture by the sith meant and would not let them die or suffer like that.
She thought and turned her eyes down the hall again before breathing in and laying out her items in her mind. She had come not expecting a war, which meant she had what she normally would wear. Her robes and a cloak covered her body and restricted her, with a grey tunic and trousers under in case of minor problems. Her weapons were also light, only her sabers and the collapsible warstaff that she had carried for decades at this point. None of that was exactly intimidating or could be used to clear out multiple enemies at a single time, which left her with the force.
Being in the temple would normally make the use of the force a bit more natural, as it normally did in the other temples she was used to, but this was different. The force was muddled and it was hard enough keeping its flow stable enough for her to understand what was happening throughout the temple, much less be used for significant effect against her enemies. She could sacrifice her mind to Hel, let the dark side spirit assume command of her body, but would it relinquish command back when Alexandra wanted it back, or lock her out as it had done in the past.
She owed Mereel an answer though, and an honest one at that.
"Our objective is to defend these Archives from anyone who would seek to take them, even if it requires their destruction in the end." She thought on her words and glanced behind herself at them for a moment and touched the side of her leg, a small Ashlan Wolf emerging from her cloak and taking with it a device that she had been carrying. The Ashlan would know what to do with it if she gave the order, but for now she would give some faith to their ability to repel anyone who might show their face in this hall.
The events would only then grow faster as she sensed two new minds, both that had arrived in her head for a quick moment and vanished, presences that unsettled her and confused her before a blast behind her created a hole. For a moment she saw someone who she recognized, someone she had not seen in several years. Her eyes rested on the man and she smiled softly, feeling her body at ease before she turned her eyes down in shame at the happier feeling. She gripped her hands tight and the illusion she normally wore melted away for once, her silver hair turning ebony black, eyes violet and the tail she had gained from her new body hanging there. Her eyes turned up to the hole for a moment, just enough to see the man vanish from the archives and leave a collection of five soldiers securing the area.
She would look them over, and clear her throat, speaking to them in the language that [member="Vulpesen"] 's men would most likely speak. Zorren words left her lips, guessing their purpose but making certain she was not wrong. All the while dreadfully aware of [member="Vanessa Vantai"]'s presence as well, high above them.
"Soldiers, you are the Valde's men?" She had to dig for that term, barely remembering it or able to pronounce it right. "I assume you are here because of his commands, and will tell you now. If his commands were anything relating to the stealing or destruction of records, other than one in particular, you will not find me welcoming." She could guess Vulpesen's purpose for being in a place like this, knowing that she had heard little of him in the last months around the Jedi and assuming the man had left it after finding his home.
She would not wait long for a reply, or entertain any questions, only get their answer and confirm her suspicion. There was little she she could do to prepare but would need every second of it if she was to gather force energy appropriately and avoid using Hel unless necessary. The Sith coming closer to the Archive would find a Jedi Master waiting for them, not one that was a member of this or any elder order, but one that was more than devoted to the lightside and ready to defend the knowledge held in the archives, to stop anyone from attempting to take the knowledge and power in there.
The closest individuals would feel her first, likely [member="Darth Sabezt"] and [member="Adrian Vandiir"] from what she could gather about the area around her. Her hands gripped at the air, tugging on the strings of the force and drawing its flow into her as she closed her eyes again, standing now and once more her breath slowed till she stopped. Her breathing had ended, her heart beat was gone, her eyes and body simply stood there while she waited and only a few seconds would pass before she would open her eyes again and her body would resume its processes.
She was smiling finally, the old Alexandra Feanor started to shine through that mask that she had been wearing for a long time. The Alexandra that yearned for combat and for battle, the one that enjoyed the fight and sought it out to see just how strong those around her could be and how strong she was. It had been a long time since she had felt this way, before her two years of living in that forest, the three years she had spent caring for her kids, the years with the vitae, the years with the Order of the Grey. It felt like when she was with the Sith so very long ago. Decades ago but this time it was different.
This lust for battle and conflict was calm and controlled, held in her hands and not being drawn into the old frenzy that her more emotional days had been. She was still emotional, far from a stable person as far as her soul was concerned, but this was a different kind of emotional. She had allies she could trust, that she had to protect and that was a conviction that built within her. There was the man who she had loved here, who fought on the same side as her again and that she could feel not too far from her, someone she could draw on and know was there, even if he didn't seem to have noticed or wanted to notice her.
And, she had a reason to make sure that these Archives did not fall, atleast not without her ensuring they would be useless to those who got through her.
The thought made her smile one last time at [member="Jairdain"] and [member="Mereel Vaun"], hoping they would get reinforcements before the chaotic forces that moved closer could reach the archives. If not, this was going to be a long battle for the three of them. Her hand moved to remove one her sabers, carefully handing it to Mereel and making certain the men held took it.
"Jairdain, Padawan Vaun, Try not to die. I would hate to write any letters to families or loved ones." The comment was made light heartedly, Alexandra's humor showing for once to the two.
