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First Communion (Ordo Pius Dea Only, PM If Interested)

Terminus

Above the cramped city strata of Terminus, one of the wealthiest trade cities at the far end of the Hydian Way, a silver steeled shuttle was descending from one of Terminus' iconic downpours. Landing on a balcony platform the front hatch opened in two layers of steel doors. A group of well dressed hypercorp businessmen and women departed from the steel beast protected from the rain by nylon umbrella attendants. At the center of the group was a tall well built but aged man. Long white hair with a well kept white beard, he listened as the group conversed in heated argument.

But, the talk was not of revenue, local competitors or galactic financial flow reports. In the common place, out in the open, these seven played their roles as powerful hypercorp CEOs and CFOs, which ruled Terminus with their commercial grip. But, each of them led by this white beard in truth - were gravely pius men and women. These seven were the heads of a large clandestine organization - a paramilitary network stretched across the galaxy who has been for years now supplying rebels, bandits, revolutionaries and whoever else had the resolve to fight the greatest evil which had removed them from their home lands - The One Sith Empire.

Being cast from their homeworlds, they came to Terminus and rebuilt their economic empires and collected to create a conglomerate which acted as a front to launder finances to their secret project the creation of a network of fighters of the light. Having lost their homes, their original havens - they named this network Outer Haven. For years, Outer Haven was an underground name that had spread across the galactic core. It attracted rebels and religious folk who were looking for a light to follow in the dark. Slowly, sects and covenants began to brew and ferment. Now, now was the time to call them all, to call the faithful - to call the angels of the light back to Outer Haven.

The group passed from the drenched outside to the cool and ornately built arched hallways of the central tower of a large commercial complex. The white beard, who within Outer Haven was codenamed Heirophant raised his hand to cease the chatter of his fellow conspirators.

"Enough" he interupted, "I will not change my opinion on the matter. The time has come." He turned to a women who looked to be of similar age to the Heirophant.

"You have heard of what our informants in the Galactic Republic and the One Sith territory have divulged to us." the Heirophant scolded, "The Sith are moving once more and the Primeval are continuing their pursuits in the Outer Rim. We cannot merely remain as a clandestine network any more. We will gather our resources and begin to establish our Order now. Not, later, Pontifex."

The women codenamed: Pontifex frowned but nodded. She knew it was important that they'd resolve to evolve from secret society to a real fighting force. The work would be hard and slow, but their network would assist them.

Passing into an elevator and the descending deep, deep underground the elevator doors opened to a grand image. A large dome carved out of the rock of Terminus which inside was decorated like a cathedral. Ornate statues of a goddess draped in Jedi like cloaks held the ceiling of the dome. While the floor was covered in seats and elevated platforms with intricately carved marble railings. And at the far end of the dome was an elevated step platform with a single gold statue of a golden sun crest crowned woman - she was the Dea, the Goddess of the Light - the literal manifestation of Ashla and the Lightside. And the being whom the now Ordo Pius Dea would wage unending and bloody crusade for.

Waiting for the group was a blue-skinned Twi'lik dressed in clerical white robe and a Miralukan Jedi Knight dressed in a white tunic and cloak with gold trim on the edges. The Heirophant paused, attendants arrived and added to his garb. Transforming him into the Grand Master of the Ordo Pius Dea and the head of Outer Haven. Will the other six changed into their cardinal red robes - symbols of their rank as the leaders of the network which spoke to the faithful through Outer Haven.

He turned to the group - the Seven - who led Outer Haven.​

"We will assemble the Order today, here and now. The Goddess Wills It."
he said with a fierce glare. The force, the lightside burned brilliantly about him in the ether of the force, revealing his well hidden force powers.​

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The faithful had been called, a secret encrypted message was sent to those who knew the password. And now - the Monastery - was open for its very first Holy Communion of the Faithful.​

[member="Cx-8"] [member="Jeela Tillian"]
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
Terminus. Jeela had never been to Terminus, but the Force had called her here, just as long ago it called her to find the network of the Ordo Pius Dea. At first she had resisted the call to join such a militant organization, for violence was the breakdown of diplomacy and negotiation, which was the true tool of the Force. The call was impossible to resist however and eventually she gave in. Diplomacy was a failure. Trillions suffered under Sith oppression and darkness lurked in all corners of the galaxy. She had to lay down her olive branch and take up the lightsaber. No, not so much the lightsaber, but the light of the Force. It was her shield, her weapon, her comforter, her soul.

She strode off her transport and towards transportation, her lightsaber hidden in her bag. She knew where she was going. She knew what she had to go. Jeela passed her journey to the Monastery in silent meditation, giving only disinterested looks to a few of those who tried to address or flirt with her. She got off near her destination and walked the rest of the way and entering into it, pausing to look at the statue. She wasn't sure why they thought the Light Side manifested as a woman, but so be it. That was not her reason for belonging here. The Force willed it.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Terminus

When the Sith had taken Teta, Ailair had been lost. Now she was found. A convert to the radical, yet immensely appealing, Ordo Pius Dea. She served as one of their agents across the galaxy. A cut-away. No names, no faces. Just another quiet runner among the hidden many. A smuggler and a journeyman, indeed. However. Today was the day she finally would cast off the veil of secrets that kept her bound. Intitate fully into the Order. Terminus was just the beginning.

An infant in the Force, Ailair entered the Monastery with a casual step. At the doors she exchanged the tokens and the signs. Gave the passwords and the new names. Put on the robes and place aside her gun. Reborn in the Goddess sight.

When she entered the hall she was now "Micheal". Servant of the Flame.
 
Outer Rim a day or two earlier:

Wes was sitting in a Cantina on some back water world talking to an old friend. One from back in the day when a younger and more care free Wes was giving hunting tours around Tat. Their trip down memory lane had gotten interrupted by a message sent to his friend. A message about a meeting, about a place called Terminus and an Order of Monks apparently. With the conversation shifted to this signal Wes found himself hearing about some secret order coming to light. The conversation turned to Wes going to the meeting instead. His old friends words echoing in his mind. I am too old to be running around the galaxy picking fights.....besides my friend you have a fire still burning deep inside you I never had.


Terminus:

Wes walked the streets of Terminus towards a Monastery of all things. Wes had gotten stopped at the door by a few of the guards. With out a word Wes simply handed one of them the datapad. The one that held the encrypted message no longer encrypted...........unlocked by the password his old friend had given him. Wes wore simple clothes and only a single blaster on his hip. The only thing to show he had any combat experience at all was a few scars creeping out from under the shirt and sleeveless vest he wore.


Wes strolled up towards about the middle of the gathering group looking at the speaker with a stone faced expression. His arms were crossed on his chest his eyes scanning the substance of the group. Wes himself was not force sensitive so he didn't know how many around him were. He only knew one thing. Either he liked what he heard and he stayed, or he didn't like what he heard and he left.

[member="Aleksandra Ailair"] [member="Jeela Tillian"] [member="Cx-8"] @Au'Rus Rhaeyns
 
Au'Rus Rhaeyns, now transformed into one of the Heirophants first Seraphims - force leaders of the Orders future legates, was greeting the faithful as they arrived. The majority of those who had flocked to the hidden fortress on Terminus were the hopeless and the leaderless. Former Troopers, civilians looking for justice and force-users disillusioned by the regiment of their previous orders. Beside here was Astraal Contesspexi, a blue-skinned Twi'lik, hand picked by the Heirophant to be the voice of the voiceless, the Oration -head speaker of those who would flock to form the Orders civilian-secular voice and the leader of the Order's missionary operations.

The Twi'lik had a soft complexion and a gentle touch. She greeted each faithful, each new brother and sister, with a kind smile and subtle touch of hand against their shoulders. Au'Rus could not help but smile as she watched Astraal through the force behind the white lace cloth that covered her eyeless sockets. Coming beside her was a new sister. Black hair and an attire which masked the Jedi she once was, Au'Rus reached out to this new sister ([member="Jeela Tillian"]).

"Welcome sister faithful." Au'Rus called out with her arms outstretched. "Welcome to the Monastery." She bowed and gestured to the newcomer to proceed to the front. Meanwhile, Astraal notice a powerful looking young woman with a determined look ([member="Aleksandra Ailair"]). Astraal reached out as well, and smiled, "Welcome sister faithful to the Monastery. Please, be at peace and follow." Astraal lead with her hands and patted the woman on her left shoulder. Spotting a soldier ([member="Shamus Walker"]) behind her she beckoned him to follow as well. "Please dear brother come. Don't be silent."

The Heirophant and his red robed comrades proceeded to the front of the procession. He turned to look at his Seraphim and Oration. He smiled, their wills were especially touched by the Goddess. He resolve steeled, he turned to gaze at the indifferent gaze of the golden statue of the Goddess. The Goddess was everything and nothing all at once. The Goddess was the force itself, she light, she was the dark, hope, despair, triumph and doom. Her will was law. And it cried out balance. The darkness grew to great and the light of the Jedi Order grew to corrupt. The Sith must be destroyed and in time the Jedi reformed.

But now was the hour of foundation. Now was the hour of creation. The creation of a force that would in time change the galaxy.
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
Jeela nodded her head in greeting to @Au'Rus Rhaeyns for a moment, "Thank you, sister..." The word sister was strange. As was brother. She had never really had any of those before. Oh, sure she had cousins. Roth Tillian being one of them, but this was different. This was a family. She adjusted her pack again and loosened her great-coat. It really didn't require such warmth in here. Jeela moved on towards the front, shifting around other beings, most of whom were bigger than her.

The Hierophant was intriguing. There was a difference in him she could sense, something she could almost call destiny. Or fate. The Force guided all, and perhaps him more than others. She did not know to what extent others heard the guidance of the Force and how openly it directed her steps. For her, she could hear it with the beating of her heart, like footsteps of fate, pulling her along on her path to whatever end lay before her.

For now, this was where she belonged. She could feel it in the still certainly that draped over her and the solidity of her confidence. Everything in her life had been leading her here. Now her path lay before as clear as if it were written in the stars.
 
[member="Au'Rus Rhaeyns"] [member="Jeela Tillian"][member="Aleksandra Ailair"]

Wes looked at Astraal with a soft smile. He followed towards the front of the procession but for the moment he remained silent. He had started to respond to being called brother but refrained from doing so. The only people he really permitted to call him that were the ones who shed blood, sweat, and tears with him. Still her actions were not wholly offensive. Only time would tell what would happen with this group.

He admitted for what he assumed was a force user this Heirophant was not the most boring person he had ever met. Most loved to preach and this one seemed to be a man of few words who made them count.

For now he would remain silent look and listening unless asked to put voice to thought. Then he would speak volumes.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Micheal was invited to the front and she happily accepted the offer. She had hoped only to meet her Spymaster and shake a few hands today. However, it seemed this meeting was something far grander than just another gathering of the faithful. Perhaps promotions were in order? Micheal wasn't really sure. She had always been fringe before now. Never privileged with the routines of the Masters. So she would nod and do likewise the others.

She straighten her Neophyte robes and approached the front of the gathering. Eager for knowledge, wisdom, and a greater burden in service of the Force.

@Au'Rus Rhaeyns
 
[member="Aleksandra Ailair"] [member="Wesley Walker"] [member="Jeela Tillian"]
The Heirophant, turned to his congregation of the faithful. Fate and the will of the Goddess had brought them together. They were all many things, former-Jedi, criminals, mercenaries, ex-Republic Troopers, runaway slaves, even once dark Jedi. But all that didn't matter now. For those who heed the words of the Goddess and the cult of hope are born a new - born as the faithful of Pius Dea. The Heirophant nodded to two attendants to signal the beginning of the communion. The two attendants blew into two large brass trumpets that heralded the faithful to hush into a nervous silence.

Blue eyes of the Heirophant caressed each individual with a determined glare. His gaze was enhanced by lightside channeling that made his aura exude calm and warm sensation. He himself was channeling the soul of the Goddess, it is why he and he alone was her priest - her heirophant.

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"Brothers...Sisters." The white haired prophet of the Deam spoke, "What you once were. What you once believed. Does not here, determine your fate. What was once darkness, lost, angry, hopeless...will now...under her gaze...become powerful, righteous, just and unbreakable."

The Heirophant descended from his platform to address the people personally. Arms locked behind him he paced down the isles of the faithful congress.

"She is the great redeemer. She is at once the Force, the sense of Hope, the Light, the Beginning and the End." he continued. His tone growing in volume and intensity. "The hour is dark, but it is darkest just before the brilliant sunrise. My brothers and sisters, I have seen the darkness. Felt it and have been hurt by it - like all of you."

"BUT!" the Heirophant suddenly shouted with all his bellowing might.​

"I have, in my exile, in my years of meditation, have felt the touch of the Goddess, felt the warm embrace of righteousness. OUR HOUR IS AT HAND! Our homes are dirtied by heinous warlords of darkness, this One Sith is or One Enemy. THERE ARE THOSE WHO COWER TO THIS EVIL, BEND TO ITS WILL. AND OTHERS FAIL. I TELL YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS THEY ARE IRREDEEMABLE!

THE GALAXY HAS BEEN AWASH WITH DARKNESS.
OTHERS MAY NEGOTIATE, OTHERS MAY FORGIVE IN SOME VAIN SENSE OF MERCY AND CONVERSION.
OTHERS MAY BREAK.
BUT I SAY TO YOU THERE IS ONLY ONE VERDICT.
ONLY ONE CODE.
SWIFT DEATH TO EVIL
AND ALL THOSE WHO WORSHIP IT!"
Conjuring the force in a great Force Blast of his voice he called the faithful to follow.​
"DEAM VOLT!
THE GODDESS WILLS IT. THE PEOPLE WILL IT.
OR TIME IS NIGH AND OR CRUSADE YET TO BEGIN!"
A rapturous roar infected every space of air in the Monastery. The battle-cry of the Pius Dea rang out. This was no peaceful demonstration of lightside will like the Jedi Order. These were the chants of the fanatical crusaders who would come to wage bloody war and rain righteous hellfire on those who would oppose their tactics and the spread of the right word of the Goddess.

This was the army of the light. And one that held no sense of mercy.
 
Wesley stepped forward still reeling from the roar but trying his best to push for it. His arms uncrossed but his posture held a bit of defiance to it.

"A pretty speech to be sure." "But what makes you any different from anyone else." "What makes you different from the Jedi prancing around the Republic that let an entire city burn just to chase a single Sith Lord." "Are you going to live your troops to die, leave innocents to be slaughtered to chase the darkness?"

Wesley looked around before focusing back.

"While you were off meditating and doing who knows what people died and planets burned." "What are you going to do about that?"

Wesley sighed.

"You want me to support your cause..............to trade my own banner for yours?" "Give me a reason..........an actual reason and not just a bunch of rhetoric." "I am just a simple soldier your force does not touch my destiny." "I fight the darkness not for your goddess, not for your force but for the man or woman beside me." "I do it for women and children sitting at home who can't fight for themselves."

Wesley cocked his head to the side.

"Why do you fight?"

He scanned the room looking at each and every person there.

"Why do you all fight?" "Is it because somebody tells you that you have to?" "Or is it because you have mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters at home to fight for?"

[member="Au'Rus Rhaeyns"] [member="Aleksandra Ailair"] [member="Jeela Tillian"]
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Another lost soul.

Ailair ignored the ranting of a man drowning in his own loses. She knew the will of the Goddess. She knew what must be done. Ailair was a true believer and did not need the weaknesses of the flesh to hold up her belief. She did not come to bring the scepter but the sword. If the whole of the galaxy must burn to purge out the Dark? So be it. It was the will of the Force.

"The Goddess Wills It! Our Time is Nigh!"

She cried over Walker's prayer to family. For blood and valor held no value here. Here, there was only The Force.
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
Jeela stood silently in the crowd, observing and feeling the fervor flood through the crowd. It was unlike the Silver Jedi, so serene. This was different. It was a tsunami brewing to flood across the galaxy and she stood quietly. She had no need for noise or roars or religious ranting. The man who questioned had valid points. What led them all here? What drove them? Were they all truly as dedicated as they said they were? She stretched out with the Force, trying to find their goal. Had the Force spoken to them as it had her? Or had some persuasive speaker convinced them.

She would undoubtedly find out in the future, about what truly drove those around her. She needed no speeches, no religion, no personal loss to drive her forward. The Force led her on and the pain that ravished the galaxy drove her forward. She would not stop until the innocents of the galaxy would be able to know peace and happiness. If it took her entire life and left her a broken shell, such a sacrifice would be worthwhile. What is the needs or wants of one compared to the needs of quintillions?

So for now, she slipped through the crowd to the edge to watch. Would they be an eternal flame? Or a spark burnt out by the cold reaches of space?
 
[member="Wesley Walker"]

The cries of the war torn and scarred battle veteran cut through the fever of chanting in an instant. The voices died down. Some of the faithful tossed judging looks while other openly shouted insults and threats. Au'Rus, who was the Serpahim to the Ordo, began to step froward in a determined strut. The veteran's words were sincere to be sure, but as a knight of the Order such blasphemy would not be tolerated.

But, before she could reach him to cut him off, the Heirophant called out to Au'Rus, "Hold Seraphim. Hold." He said raising his arm in a dismissive gesture. The Heirophant descended. And as the veteran berated the leader of the Order with inquiries and scenarios he listened and kept his gaze.

The Heirophant came within an arms length of the veteran. "You fight the darkness for the man and woman beside you?" he parroted the veterans words in a strict growl. He smiled and pointed at the soldier. "But you see battle-brother. That, in of itself, is the Goddess. The Goddess is many things. To some she is a mother a being, or the force. But you, she is the righteous zeal to fight for those who cannot. To spread light to where it is dark. You and I may use different terms, but we speak the same essential truth."

"Fight for those besides you, leave no one untouched and swift death to evil wherever it ma be." said the Heirophant. He then drew even closer, "That is why we are all here, that is why we cry out the Goddess' name, she is us and we are her. We are the light and we are here to fight for each other and the fate of the galaxy. Follow me, follow my knights and we will carve a path of burning fury across the Core. And no Sith will be left in our extermination."

"That, is why we fight."
 
[member="Au'Rus Rhaeyns"]

Wes didn't even flinch as the Seraphim approached but he did find it curious that Heirophant stopped her. When the Heirophant came to within an arms length Wes simply crossed his arms listening to yet another speech.

Wes didn't flinch he didn't move he stood there like stone while he waited for the man to stop speaking. When that time finally came Wes looked the man eye to eye.

"Two things." "First you have not earned the right to call me brother." "You may use that term loosely but I do not."

Wes then held up a single finger.

"Second I will give you one battle..........just one." "If you can live up to that claim then as you people love to say my sword is yours." "Fail to do so and I will find somebody that can." "Simply enough for you?"
 

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