Faction [Foundation] The Conclave on Crait: The Splintering of the Jedi

[Aron Brood]

Location: Crait
Tags: Open, or whatever

Mother Askani's words were like fresh air in Aron's lungs, fanning the flames of revolution that the Foundation had already kindled within him. When the opportunity arose, he spoke.

"The Jedi are sworn to protect the people of the galaxy, not the governments that oppress them. While the gravest threats to life and democracy lie in the empires pressing on the borders of the Galactic Alliance, the Alliance itself is built on the subjugation of its own people," he declared sharply. "Many planetary governments, in fact, are inherently anti-democratic, with little to no overtures towards economic or social justice. And it is they who maintain this status quo who are our enemies, not our fellow Jedi..."

By now the flames had reached his eyes.

"Our true enemies are the aristocrats, technocrats, autocrats, and corrupt politicians that bleed our people dry and exploit our worlds for the sake of profit, greed, and power. Make no mistake," he continued, voice sharpening. "It is these individuals who truly run the Alliance—using military might, economic coercion, and political bureaucracy to uphold rigid hierarchies and maintain their power structures, all of which come at the expense of the common people who toil the land, transport the goods, and fight the wars. Under the Alliance, the people we are sworn to protect suffer the most. They deserve better. The Jedi must be their champions. It's time to accept that truth. Another world is possible."

Mildly satisfied, Aron stepped back. Mother Askani had given him a voice, so he used it.

 

[Rik Perris]

THE SPLINTERING OF THE JEDI
OLD REBEL OUTPOST, CRAIT

Rik didn’t have visions; the closest thing for him was the impressions he’d get, the flashes of precog in the midst of a fight, but when this one hit, it felt more certain than anything else his mind had ever concocted while dreaming. More real than the paradoxical place where he’d met a seemingly impossible woman, a dead woman, the year before.

It wasn’t until Ceri came to him, describing the exact same thing that he’d seen, the exact same pull that he felt, that he knew this wasn't an isolated occurrence. That he knew he would have a lot more to discuss with her a lot sooner than he’d imagined. So they gathered what they'd need, and headed out. It was a shorter transit than the last trip, and the time passed quickly.

"I went to a gathering like this only once, years ago," he responded, when asked about it, on the way into the outpost from the ship, "and alls I can say is listen first, listen carefully; questions after, if you got them."

Of course she would, she often did; that was good. But this was about things he didn’t need a vision to tell him, things he’d known for a long time. He had his rude awakening years ago, and the past year had only proven he was right to remain skeptical. He wasn't even much more than an adjunct advisor to the Order his own padawan was a part of, and as they stood in the old outpost, listening to Askani speak, it felt like a defining point. A fork in the road for many here, but would it be for her?

It wasn’t, for him.

He was on this very path since early in his knighting, not too many years older than Ceri was now, and he still walked it to this day. He looked around at the others present, faces both familiar and not, and only felt a little let down by the absence of ones he'd expected would show, all the while listening to the speech, following the arguments against and for this way forward, the misunderstandings, and clarifications of what he easily understood. But if there was one thing he knew about his padawan, it was that this would be a lot for her to follow.

He couldn’t fault her, anyway: she was still new at this Jedi thing.

“Anytime now, kid,” he prompted, giving her a light nudge with his elbow, “ask; this ain’t gonna let up for a bit.”

Ceri Fraissi • Mother Askani​

 

[Ceri Fraissi]

SPARKY
OUTPOST | CRAIT
TAG: Rik Perris | Everyone else

WIDE AWAKE​

Ceri had woken with a start from a nightmare so much different than her usual ones.

This one was so vivid, so real and it was terrible to see. She'd grown up quite sheltered, had gone through her early Padawan training on Naboo itself at the Sanctuary. The worst that she had seen happened before this nightmare was the wedding, the Cataclysm and the Mandalorian Attack. And that was already a lot for her. What this dream entailed was so, so much more. So many bad things happening and at the heart of it was the Jedi.

Aside from the dream itself, there was this insistence to go to Crait. It was so strange, so vivid that, as she was sitting in bed in the early morning hours, that she wasn't even so sure that it was just a dream. She had heard of visions before. Was this one? She needed to talk to her Master. He'd know, wouldn't he?

So she had gone to Rik, sharing everything, the tiniest details and had been waiting with wide eyes for his verdict. What had super surprised her, was that he had seen the exact same thing. Like what? She had so many questions.

He had explained some of the stuff en route to Crait. She understood things slightly better now. Still shocking, but she could function without being a deer in headlights at least. He gave her a tip for approaching this gathering.
"Okay." she said quietly.

It was a lot to absorb.

What the older lady called Mother Askani said, settled like a weight on Ceri. What would that mean for the Order of Shiraya? She quickly looked at Briana Sal-Soren - she was their Grandmaster. Where would she lead them? Judging by what some people were saying and how they were reacting, this was a big thing. A line was starting to form.

A divide.

“Anytime now, kid,” he prompted, giving her a light nudge with his elbow, “ask; this ain’t gonna let up for a bit.”

She looked at him, worry clear on her face.
"But...I'm not sure. This is..." she searched for the words before a new thought crept into her thoughts. "What will you do, Master?" she then asked him. "I don't know the things and the people that are being spoken about. Tell me what to do please." She didn't understand why people were freaking out. She didn't have the history her elders had. Some were talking about fighting. Others were saying not to. It was clear they had all been shown the same thing. So why was the choice such a volatile one? She wasn't aware of politics in the Galaxy, but it seemed that something was wrong and that people were suffering because of it. So why freak out against change?

"Cause to me, it's pretty clear that it's time to choose change based on what we've seen. Is that so bad?"

 

[Aiden Porte]

So many voices, so many at one time. Some were heard more over others. The Padawan's eyes remained closed for a good portion of the talk back and forth. He could feel the heightened tensions of some, and also the calm cooling aura that came from another Jedi present. Aiden himself had so many enemies now.

Dark Exchange, New Way, Crimson Veil, Sith, Mandalorians........

Was it truly meant to be this way. Aiden left the New Jedi Order for a reason, their ways were not working for him anymore. However he couldn't imagine crossing blades with.....

The Padawan took a deep breath, calming his mind and his thoughts. Aiden had done his research, many times over. He read the histories about the falls of previous orders. Long dating to the original Republic what would be like thousands of years ago. The Jedi seemed to have grown complacent in their strength and were then undermined by an agent of darkness. Yet it was a Jedi that betrayed them.....

Briana, Brandyn, Lorn, Kahne.....there were many here that he trusted. Could the order that he serves lead to the same bigotry that is being accosted at the New Jedi Order. There was people far older than him that had seen much more that he could've. There were some that knew much more than he could. However he wasn't going to follow them just because of what they have seen.

His mind and soul were his own.

He couldn't go blindly charging off on a reckless crusade while there was true darkness being launched across the galaxy.

The Padawan would always support his fellow Jedi in their common purpose to eradicate evil....but in this particular crusade....he could not. He wouldn't, what was being speculated, recommended or whatever it was. It would only lead to more lives lost....

He wondered if those within the Shiraya Order would join up with this cause, if that was the case....

He couldn't fathom what the consequences could be....

He really wished she was here. Her voice and wisdom was his guiding light. All that he had now was what was around his neck, the small crystal with a strong hue of light.

He needed more time to think. Nothing could be properly decided today.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

DON'T FORGET TO OPEN YOUR EYES​

Since that night, the threads of their frayed connection had started strengthening again, mending. Not instinctual and instant as it'd been when they were children, but growing, as if the Force itself insisted on keeping her aware of him. An involuntary shiver skittered down her spine when Vizion sat beside her and the whisper of his promise brushed against her ear. They did need to talk, about a great deal that'd been left unsaid. Before his hand left her shoulder, she let her own rest over it and offered a brief but meaningful squeeze—an unspoken acknowledgment that yes, whatever needed to be addressed, would be addressed.

“when did you know?”

Briana pondered on that thought. The immediate response, the easy lie, would be the moment Astor took his last breath — but in reality... "I think... deep down, I've always known." Like the knowledge of a threat lingering in your peripheral, but always being too scared to look it in the face. Because once you looked, there was no going back to the unknowing innocence of before. Once you confronted it, you were forced to acknowledge the part you had to play in letting it grow and fester. You had to accept that slaying it might cost you everything.

To that end, Briana understood the fears of those gathered here, — disheartening as it was to hear so many of her fellow Jedi, including her own brother, be more willing to cling to the status quo and allow the same patterns that had led them to this moment to continue, than push for change. She understood them, because she'd been them. But that silence—that unwillingness to take action— it wasn't heroic. It wasn't noble. It was, simply put, complicity.

Standing after her brother's heartfelt plea, Briana stepped forward to add her own voice to the gathering. She loved him—did not want to stand apart from him, but she refused to be complicit anymore. Refused to ignore the vision that'd brought all of them out here to the salt and dust and old Rebellion ghosts. "When I first saw the Burning Truth, it was the first time in a long while that I have felt any sense of clarity. Not anger, not hatred. Clarity. It was the first time I realized that for the past several years, I've been witness to the Galaxy cracking under the pressure of systems that don't truly serve their people. Governments too tangled in their own affairs to truly listen. Not because it is broken, but because it is functioning the exact way that it was meant to."

Her gaze swept over the group. "I spent a majority of my teenage years raised in the New Jedi Order, fighting and bleeding alongside them, alongside the Galactic Alliance. There are many there I still love, but loving them doesn't wash away the injustices gone on unchecked. Doesn't fix the planets that have burned, the lives lost. How many times have we, as Jedi, looked at these tragedies: Kashyyyk, Tython, Coruscant, Hapes... and claimed we would do better next time? Rather than taking a stand and saying, no more. Unless we break it, the cycle won't end."

Her hand swept toward mother Askani. "Like it or not, what Mother Askani has said out loud is what many of us have already known for a while." She glanced towards Brandyn, towards Vizion, towards Lily, towards Aiden and Kahne, towards Lorn and Lossa. What choice would they make? It seemed as if Brandyn had already made his...but. "That is why I will stand with her. Because we do have a greater responsibility, to the Force, to the Galaxy, and to ourselves... and that goes beyond the ties of any politics or personal loyalties. Stop looking at the cracks in the mirror and rationalizing that it's normal."

TAG: Brandyn Sal-Soren , Lorn Reingard , Lossa Aureus , Lily Decoria , Vizion Trozky , Mother Askani Kahne Porte , Aiden Porte | EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber, Echo Stone, Astor's Blade

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[Thal Mantis]

tags: you people reading this I ain't tagging you all
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Thal looked around, his eyes darting to and fro to those speaking. Some agreed, some dissented, but all spoke their minds. And unlike his father's people- fisticuffs and duels did not ring out, and there was not a great many number of duels wagered against each other. For that at least, he was thankful. As violent, rage-filled and capable as he was, Thal was not one for unnecessary bloodshed.

He felt calm, at ease. He was smart enough to know when he was being put on. He knew the feeling of the force flowing into him, calming him and the others in the room. Not that it was unwelcome- he felt himself able to think, absorb what others were saying more easily.

"I have seen what the Jedi have become in the Alliance. There are princes, princesses, royalty, CEOs, politicians. I have become unable to stem the festering resentment I have for it all. I cannot in good faith say that the Jedi in the Alliance are serving the people of the galaxy, or standing as a bulwark to the Dark Side as they used to be. They are simply, to me, a branch of the Alliance's hand. The Alliance spans from the Unknown Regions to the Mid Rim. How can we say that they are not without fault, without compromise? How many wars have they started? And what of the troubling reports out of the Dark Empire- the joyful murder of the enemy? Should we not value their lives too?"

Thal was careful, the reports out of the Empire may have been categorically false, dismissed even. But a part of him wanted to believe it, only to reinforce his current position, or perhaps part of him didn't want to believe it. It was a disturbing thought, after all. He took another deep breath.

"If the Alliance stands against us, we must decide if and when that time comes. We should not commit to something that isn't truth, yet."

 

[Mother Askani]

902 ABY | Conclave on Crait

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She could feel the bombardment of perspectives, and there were many. She stood resolute, as discussion was encouraged. This was a shared space, and often associated with Conclave's -- all were called to speak.

She let the tension settle before she speaks again, her voice unwavering, cutting through the lingering doubt.

"Seems like fear and apprehension has pushed many of your minds towards extremes. Let's be clear--this is not about radicals trying to burn the house down.

If that's what you think, then you haven't been listening. And if you think we came here to spread zealotry, then you don't understand why so many of us are standing here at all. We are here because each of has seen the cracks forming...somewhere. No one forced us to open our eyes. No one coerced us into doubt. Everyone, came here because we knew something wasn't right...somewhere, and wanted to face that truth head-on.

This is not about destroying the Alliance. It is not about tearing down the Jedi Order. It's about correction--before it's too late."

A beat.

"Yes, every institution has its shortcomings. But shortcomings can be addressed--if the institution is willing to face them. That is the difference.

Do not mistake this for blind rebellion. Do not mistake this for arrogance. This is not about expecting perfection. It is about recognizing when the flaws have grown so deep, so entrenched, that they are no longer just missteps--they are failures that put everything at risk.

The Republic, the Galactic Alliance, even the Jedi Order itself--these systems did not fail in the past because they were imperfect. They failed because they refused to adapt. Because they silenced those who tried to warn them. Because they held so tightly to the way things were that they let the galaxy burn rather than admit they needed to change.

So yes, institutions are flawed. That is not an excuse to stand by while those flaws consume everything they were meant to protect. That is not an excuse to pretend the cracks don't exist. That is not an excuse to do nothing."

She lets those words settle before addressing what was next--the one that weighed heaviest amongst them; she could feel it.

"And as for the idea that I am inciting Jedi to fight Jedi…"

She shook her head, her expression unreadable, but there is something heavy behind her words.

"Let me make one thing absolutely clear: this is not about waging a crusade against our own. I never called for that. This is not about tearing down the New Jedi Order or turning against those who still stand within it. If that is what you believe this is--then you have misunderstood everything I have said.

And If this moment proves anything, it's that conflict is already here...amongst us. Not because I called for it. Not because I want it. But because it is inevitable when truth meets those who refuse to see it.

Do you think I want to fight my own brothers and sisters? Do you think I wish to see Jedi turning against Jedi?

No. That is not what I want. That is not what I came here to say. But we cannot ignore reality, as it has been seen here today: not all Jedi see the same. Not all Jedi will accept the same truth. And some will stand against us--not because they are evil, not because they are our enemies, but because they believe in something different. And belief is a powerful thing...It can make even the most honorable of us blind to what is in front of us.

So no, I am not calling for war. But I am preparing for resistance. I am preparing for the moment when we are called traitors, when we are cast out, when the very people who taught us to seek justice will tell us we are in the wrong for doing exactly that. When the people we are sworn to protect fear us.

And I need every single one of you to understand what that means.

This is not about seeking out violence. We will not become the very thing we stand against. But we cannot be complacent. We cannot let fear of conflict stop us from doing what is right. If they force our hand, if they raise their blades against us, we will stand. Not in anger. Not in hatred. But in conviction. In truth. In purpose. With the hope that we can show them that there's a better way.

This is not about fighting the Jedi. This is about saving them; Us. Before it's too late. Before they are so deeply entangled in the web of the Alliance's failures that there is no distinction between the two.

You call this divisive. You think I am calling for war. I am not. I am calling for truth--for accountability. And that starts with holding up a mirror. Not just to the Galactic Alliance. Not just to the New Jedi Order. But to ourselves.

Those Jedi should be here standing with us now. They should want to hold a mirror to the Alliance, to ask the same questions we are asking: Where has their leadership taken us? Where is it leading us now? How much longer will we pretend not to see the cost of their choices? How much longer will we ignore the parts of ourselves that know something is wrong? The issue before us is not the New Jedi Order. It is the Alliance.

That is why we are here. Not to destroy. Not to divide. But to correct before it is too late."

Her gaze hardened, sweeping over the crowd with the weight of someone who has already accepted what must come next. It was steady and unyielding.

"I'm not here to tell you what to believe. I did not come here to recruit. I'm here to tell you that we, as a whole, can't afford to lie to ourselves any longer. We do ourselves a disservice when we say we fight for something as intangible as 'peace,' as if it's something that exists on its own. It doesn't. Peace is not a passive state--it is built, nurtured, protected.

And what do we protect? Not fething slogans. Not hollow ideals. We protect civilization--society, culture, a way of life. We fight for the people, for the foundation upon which peace is even possible. Without that, 'peace' is nothing more than an empty word."

She exhales, gaze sweeping across the gathered Jedi.

"You all came here of your own will. You all saw something--felt something--that told you to come here, that maybe the path we are on is not the right one. That is why we are here. Not for war. Not for destruction. But for correction. And correction starts with truth.

What you do with that truth is up to you from this moment going forward. You could leave here, and find your own way to help, go back to your parts of the galaxy and do what you have always been doing, no one is stopping you. Your journey is your own. But understand this: the Foundation moves forward. Not to divide. But to rebuild. Not to conquer. But to protect. And when the time comes to choose--when you must decide who and what you truly stand for--I hope you remember that this was never about fighting against something.

This was always about fighting for something better."

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Spoiler: tags

Lily Decoria | Aron Brood | Caltin Vanagor | Vodet | Lorn Reingard | Briana Sal-Soren | Vilka Keldra | Zhea Nox | Balun Dashiell | Kahne Porte | Veythun | Connel Vanagor | Dreidi Xeraic | Sera Inkari | Kei Amadis | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Lossa Aureus | Casca Pryce | Altan

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"What have I sacrificed? Everything..."
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[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

"What a flaming pile of bantha shit!"

Brandyn stalked back into the centre of the group, standing beside his sister, to whom he did not spare a glance. He knew where she stood, and though she was beside him physically they could not have been further apart in the moment. He looked around the group, sparing a glare for the clearly vengeful Thal Mantis .

"She speaks of not wanting war and then tells you all to prepare to defend yourself," he said, voice now with an edge of frustration. The sorrow was evaporating as he grew closer to something akin to anger, something he would surely late regret.

"My father...her father," Brandyn pointed at Briana for those that did not know them, "started a scheme to remove Force using individuals from seats of power across the galaxy. He saw them as dangerous to the common folk. But he attracted terrorists. That which he started became an organisation that launched terror attacks across the Galactic Alliance. I hear the same rhetoric coming from this charlatan..." Brandyn glared at Askani.

He did not presume arrogance when he could see it fully on display. His hand had fallen to his side, and griped his lightsaber till his knuckles turned white. Within a half a heart beat, the weapon was brandished, ignited and held pointed towards Askani. The green glow lending an ill tone to the scene.

He then pulled it back and stared at the blade as if transfixed by all it represented.

This is how the end started. With a prophet leading the wounded into the wilderness, and then returning with war in their eyes.

"I always wanted to be a Jedi," Brandyn said quietly, as if to his childhood self, "a hero. And I hoped that what we were building on Naboo could give that to me."

His blade disengaged. "Perhaps I will take up gardening instead."

"We decided on a name, Bri," he whispered, "Gianna...Teyla...Sal-Soren." His daughter would be named for her grandmothers.

He turned towards his sister, lightsaber in his open palm balanced on the precipice, before he dropped it into her hands.

"Make your father proud," he said, clearly struggling to squeeze the words from his constricted throat.

And with that he walked towards the crowd.

| TAG: Briana Sal-Soren Mother Askani @open or exit |

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[Caltin Vanagor]

ANSWERING THE CALL ON THE SECOND RING
Crait
Outside group - Old Rebel Base

They continued their “discussion” for a few moments more, that is when Connel received a call on his comm-link. It was a lead he was following in his quest to find and bring Coci Heavenshield or “Aunt Coci” back to “The Lion King” Thurion Heavenshield , or “Uncle Thurion” to him. He wanted to stay to continue the discussion, to even listen to more of what was being said, but this was something he could not turn away from. Of course Caltin understood, agreed with, respected and admired Connel for his dedication, so they hugged as Omega Squad’s transport flew in, and floated long enough for the Shadow to jump on and fly away.

Caltin waved “goodbye” and walked back into the hangar, to more conversation. He felt inordinately calm, and collected, and recognized it not being natural, that meant that someone was emanating the aura of calm from their own connection. Not trying to figure out who it was, the big man was actually grateful that someone had thought of it. The voice of reason needed to be a calm one.

He looked at the expressions and mannerisms of some and pondered their motivations.

He listened to the words of several and unfortunately knew. While he was not prepared to completely agree with Zhea Nox just yet, he understood where she was coming from, as well as her motivations. She was a calming presence, and would not be in this frame of mind without the proper motivations.

Maybe she is calming everyone down.

Caltin knew of Thal Mantis by reputation, and while they had never met, he knew that the man was violent in the words he spoke. Though his motivations were not simply to attack, but to rebuild, he and Zhea, as well as “Askani” were of similar minds, just different levels of extremity.He decided to observe further before making any judgments. Caltin believed that understanding the dynamics and motivations of each individual was crucial for the success of their mission.

Then reality hit him when his eyes landed on Vilka Keldra . She was not only the one calming everyone, she was also someone he had known for a long time. Though again, he was not fully prepared to accept this talk, he understood where they all were coming from. Right now the memories of the past are still bothering him, the cloud of the Dark Side that destroyed the old Jedi Order. The Clone Wars being nothing more than a power grab. No, this was not a comparison to the Clone Wars, or Palpatine, or anything of the past, but history has a nasty habit of repeating itself in some way shape or form.

Was the galaxy truly “broken”, or was it just an interpretation? Do we truly have “enemies”? It was times like this that he truly missed being “One” Order. No, Caltin did not wish to go back to those days, but there was such enclosed space, relatively speaking, and with so many Jedi in one space, communication was practically Forced, no pun intended.

”Communication.”That’s it!

Sera Inkari seemed to be of the notion that she was in need of guidance of some kind, so he walked back over to stand next to her. Crossing his arms over each other and looking at the floor, he decided to wait a little longer to speak, to get more information to give his thoughts on, rather than just jump in. There were too many issues that were being ignored. He had not felt this type of cold since the last time the big man was on Yavin VIII. Shaking his head as he listened to some, he tried his best to draw out good points of what they would say. There some, like Thal Mantis bringing up basically waiting for the right time to act, was a point to be made, as he also lamented the status of many of the Jedi today. The emotions of the losses that have been suffered were hard to ignore as well. Especially with one of the Sal-Soren twins…

Triplets… you’re forgetting Blaire…

Who??? Oh well. Anyway she was speaking of the Jedi’s true responsibility, and what truly was that? Supposedly it depended on who you talk to nowadays.

What indeed was their primary concern, well right now his concern was motivation.He knew that understanding their true responsibility was crucial, but it seemed to vary depending on who you asked. Right now, his main concern was motivation. The losses suffered were hard to ignore, especially with one of the Sal-Soren… “triplets” but does that justify retribution? Do you blame the wielder of a lightsaber that cuts off their own hand? Do you blame the weapon? Do you blame the instructor?

He listened to Askani, and while it was good to hear that she was not talking about open war, what about in private? There was too much nuance to what she was saying right now.

Then came the outburst from the male Sal-Soren… Brandyn. Caltin actually felt good to see someone standing up for themselves, and what they believe in. There was nothing wrong with having issues, but this was turning into something it shouldn’t have ever been. The lightsaber pointed at her made him want to reach for “Conservator”, his own, but he could sense no true anger or aggression so he held back.

When I was younger, for a long time… I would simply jump out of my ship when I was at a destination. If I was going on a mission, I would get to the planet and not bother landing. I would just jump out. Not looking ahead, not thinking about the landing until it happened. Now, I understand the concerns that are being brought up. I do, and in many cases, I can understand and even agree with many of them… and I’m sorry for indirectly quoting anyone here… but “Fighting”?

Really?

I haven’t always been the biggest follower of this, but have you forgotten some very prudent words:

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Your protest message will be destroyed.

When I was younger, I tended to lean on phrases, and cliches to make my point. One of them was, and still is that:

When you stare long enough into the abyss, sooner or later it will stare back. When it does, don’t blink.

This is the moment that the abyss is staring back at each and every one of us, and if you give in to fighting your own… blindly… and I mean that as respectfully as I can… fighting without having all of the information you can get and exhausting all other options… you will be doing just that, blinking.

FInally looking up and around at everyone, a scowl on his face that he had not worn since he was a Knight, he felt his fists clenching. He felt the energy he used to feel. He was getting mad.

I’m not trying to tell anyone here what to do, or where to go. My word means little, and I am big enough to admit that. I am, however, standing here trying to make sense as to the “why”. If you want to rebirth “The Lightsworn”, just say it. If you wish for the “Ashlan Crusade” to ride one more time, confirm your opinion. All I am saying, know your “enemy”, though as a Jedi, I was unaware that we had “enemies”. Yes, there are threats, and will always be threats, but “enemies”? Looking down and sucking on his gum line, he continued his point.

Institutions are indeed flawed, but is this gathering not trading one for another? Another phrase… I don’t remember the exact wording… forgive me… 900 years can have a toll on the memory sometimes… but “If you kill a killer, the number of killers doesn’t go down”. Finally pulling his cloak off, he thought about something and finally.

I was just thinking about this, and while I do not wish to go back to those days, one thing that I miss about there being “One” Jedi Order, aside from The Green Jedi and such… was the primary Temple being where everyone would travel to. So many Jedi in one relatively small enclosure forced communication. We always talked to each other, about missions, about perspectives, everything. Why are we not doing that here? There is always a time for talk, and I ask you? Each and every one of you who believe that we must fight. Those of you that believe that everything that is going on now is simply “continuing the status quo”...

Have we not talked to those who “we” feel are responsible? Have we not approached the New Jedi Order? Whoever else? All of this talk amongst ourselves… all of these thinly veiled words with multiple approaches and meanings. Standing and throwing blame without talking is simply gossip to me.

You’re standing at the loading ramp of your ship, at ten thousand feet. If you are going to jump, just do it. Just don’t cry when the Dark Side overtakes the galaxy because you want to throw blame instead of talk…

Diplomacy is a weapon of the Jedi too… Now it was his own turn to walk away, though he walked to the back. He did not stay for the cause or the “Burning Truth”, he stayed because this herd of nerfs needed a bull to watch over them.

Maybe I am too old to be around this anymore. This has never been my way... maybe I am nothing more than a relic.

Mother Askani • Lily Decoria • Aron Brood • Vodet • Lorn Reingard • Briana Sal-Soren • Vilka Keldra • Zhea Nox • Balun Dashiell • Kahne Porte • @Veythum • Sera Inkari • Kei Amadis • Coren Starchaser • Vodet • Brandyn Sal-Soren • Thal Mantis
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Altan]

|| THE CONCLAVE ON CRAIT ||
The Ashen Sun - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Open

Spoiler: THEME

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CRAIT

The tension in the conclave is high, as they have expected. The Burning Truth sets flame deep in the heart of every Jedi, attending or not. It sets all kinds of emotion; empathy, anger, shame.

”We all have seen the Truth. It is a bitter pill to swallow, for us, Jedi, and even more so as those who have been entrenched so deep within the establisment. Not because it’s a breakthrough revelations, but because deep down we already know of the decay and decided to ignore it. Many will claim that they have done the best they could do, that the current system is the best option out of the flawed options.”

Altan looks at Quis Ven'nari , who has asked the question earlier, then to Casca Pryce and Vilka Keldra , who has spoken their mind on the matter.

“They’re either stupid or lying.”

He glanced at Mother Askani , then shifting his eyes to the crowd, scanning for reactions. He took a pause on every faces he’s familiar with, those who just went through tragedy and hardships. Caltin Vanagor , Connel Vanagor , and Kei Amadis . Briana Sal-Soren , Brandyn Sal-Soren , Kahne Porte , Lorn Reingard . A nod at Thal Mantis for sounding a n excellent point.

“You have a superpower that has been thriving for decades, yet poverty are still rampant, and the Sith are flourishing on the border, you should start asking yourself; what is it actually that the Alliance as a state is ultimately going for?”

It was a question that he had asked himself after his family and village in Hoylin, so close to the border, was butchered. When he traveled the galaxy to help refugees. When he sets up camp to shelter political dissidents.

“Protecting the Galaxy from the Sith? Ensuring the livelihood and basic sustenance of its people? Or is it preserving the economy? An economy that is built from exploitation of the Mid Rim and Outer Rim and the lower levels of their ecumenopolis, propelled by their politicians and unnecessarily complex bureaucracy, which benefits are only enjoyed by the elite; InterGalactic Banking Clan, Trade Federation, HPI Consortium, Globex Corporation, the people behind it all.”

It’s what truly opens his eyes. It all looked bleak before, but having a bunch of ex-SIA runaways guide him to follow the credits has made him realize that it’s not just bleak, it’s sinister.

“That’s what we are fighting. Not the Jedi, but their ignorance, the very ignorance that has been cultivated and exploited by the elite that control the Galactic Alliance behind the shadow.”

Even already in the process of experimentation, Altan can still feel the frequency of the Force in this Conclave, of everyone’s in the room. So many Jedi in a room, ones that the galaxy will soon depends on in its continuity. There’s a serenity in Altan’s voice even when talking about all this; schism, conflict, resistance. The last ounce of emotion in his heart has gone with his family and his enclave. What’s left is devotion; to help be the change he wants to see, and leave this world a better place he was birthed in.

“Diplomacy is the weapon of the Jedi, you are right Master Caltin, that’s what we are having here. All Jedi are called, yet the Truth is, not everyone is here, not everyone is ready for the Truth to set them free.”​

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[Lily Decoria]

Location: Crait
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Mother Askani | Briana Sal-Soren | @everyone else too many folks!

The meeting was intense. It was a lot to listen to and there was a lot being discussed. Lily was sure that there was going to be plenty that she misunderstood, or things that she wasn't going to be sure about in terms of knowing how they worked in conjunction with the way that they were being described to the larger group here. She knew that her Master was someone she was going to need to talk about this with and whether or not how she was interpreting things was correct. Or if she should take things are seriously charged as the atmosphere seemed to feel. It was feeling that things could no longer be resolved with words.

But had words been attempted. Had context been removed here.

"Is the NJO and their interactions with the GA truly our main concern?" Lily spoke up, "if they are truly demonstrating themselves to be off the path of the Jedi, then that should reveal itself in due time. Right?" Lily mentioned, she had worked with many NJO members, was friends with plenty and enjoyed her time around them. Were they truly the problem with the ongoing issues.

Looking around to see her Master, "we can decide to be better, to move away from how they approach being Jedi. But they are also warriors fighting against many opponents, primarily the Sith." Lily noted, "there is only so much a group can handle and endure, Woostri was a massive blow the Jedi there and did not have many the Jedi here to support them in that fight." Lily had been there, she had risked her life in that fight and she understood not everyone could dedicate their energy to things like that.

But it was also unfair to demand the NJO to participate in settling conflicts like Kashyyyk and other places if they were not seeing that support given back. "Surely it is best if we try to discuss things or be diplomatic? Or just demonstrate to them where and how they have lost their path by being the better Jedi that you claim we need to be. Conflict with them won't do anything but make them feel more targeted."

"Maybe we should also be discussing how we can better handle our fighting with the Sith, the Mandalorians, the imperials. Things are getting stronger from their perspective as we are now willingly dividing ourselves and weakening that resistance to the actual evils in the galaxy."

 

[Kei Amadis]

Tag: All

A faint peace settled over him, a technique he often used himself. It dulled his pain, something he did not welcome, it was all he had left of her. Amadis's stern eyes searched for the source, but the hollowness eased. Vilka Keldra

Briana Sal-Soren mentioned Kashyyyk and like a blade it cut him again to action addressing the room.

"War is already here. Talk of cracks in the Alliance, of betrayal and injustice, all true, all need addressing. Without ignoring the greater threat." Long ago the Jedi split, because it was easier than a civil war. Talking usually led to inaction, it was the path to nowhere and why the republic fell.

"Mandalorians are moving. They don't wait or debate, they take. While we argue, they sharpen their blades on conquered worlds. And soon, you won't have the luxury of discussion—you'll be surrounded by tyrannical Sith, Empire and Mandalorian alike" If it wasn't already too late.

He looked around the room. There was some acknowledgement from Mother Askani , Altan and Briana Sal-Soren and Lily Decoria but too many still didn't see it. Change was necessary, but not at the cost of ignoring what lay beyond the Core. Otherwise, they'd end up in the same place, just dressed in nicer clothes.

"The Alliance is blind with bureaucracy. Don't let conviction blind you the same way." He could fight, he was ready, even though Amadis sympathized with the Alliance's position, he had to put his own self aside for the good of others, and he couldn't ignore the wider war. It wasn't his dogma or ideals that mattered, it was how the galaxy had deteriorated to this. All this focus was giving him purpose beyond emptiness. Vilka Keldra might have had something to do with it too.

Calls for more diplomacy from Caltin Vanagor , Brandyn Sal-Soren , Lily Decoria , and Sera rang hollow alongside his grief. They talked while two-thirds of the galaxy burned. No one could be everywhere, and he understood that, but they could choose a direction.

"Reform. Then stand against the threat already at your door. Before it's too late."

He didn't want to walk out on them or talk down to them. They needed people willing to act and be there. For one moment, it wasn't about him. His grief had purpose. There was still a chance to change the galaxy. Whether they would take it or not, he didn't know. He exhaled, ready to put on his helmet, he'd done all he could here.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Location: Crait / Jedi Conclave
Apparel: Robes, Lightsaber, K-16 Bryar Pistol
Present Company: Zhea Nox
Relevant Tags: Mother Askani • Lily Decoria • Aron Brood • Vodet • Lorn Reingard • Briana Sal-Soren • Vilka Keldra • Zhea Nox • Kahne Porte • @Veythum • Sera Inkari • Kei Amadis • Coren Starchaser • Brandyn Sal-Soren • Thal Mantis • Iona Starchaser

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In the absence of his Master's response, Balun remained silent, his gaze flickering across the gathered Jedi as their debates grew more fervent. Words clashed like blades in the air between them—some voices laced with conviction, others weighed down by uncertainty and grief. He could feel the undercurrents of pain radiating from some, while others, like himself, stood uneasy, troubled by the potential consequences of this Conclave.

Yet, despite the impassioned discourse, he kept his own thoughts unspoken. Here, he was an outsider—an unknown face among those who had fought and served in ways he had not. His youth and relative inexperience only solidified his reluctance to step forward. What could he possibly say that hadn't already been voiced? What insight could he offer that would not simply be drowned out in the tide of arguments already sweeping through the room?

He listened. He observed. And with every passing moment, he felt his resolve settle like stone.

Iona Starchaser had introduced him to the Foundation, believing that they were kindred spirits, aligned in purpose and ideals. He had followed that belief, accompanied them on two missions, searching for an understanding of their vision. But now, standing amidst this assembly, hearing the direction of the discussion unfold, the realization struck him with clarity—this was not his place.

Iona had once chided him for being too battle-focused, for viewing the galaxy through the lens of conflict. But as he listened, he wondered if she truly heard the same conversation he did. Every battle he had fought had been against Imperials and Dark Siders—those who actively crushed the innocent beneath their rule, who waged war without conscience, who enslaved and oppressed. And now, here they stood, turning their focus inward, against the Galactic Alliance.

It felt… misguided. A waste of time, of resources, of energy that could be better spent facing the real threats that loomed over the galaxy.

Balun did not doubt that these Jedi believed in the righteousness of their cause, that they carried their own truths and justifications. But he could not see it. He could not agree.

His decision was made.

With quiet purpose, he turned to Zhea Nox, reaching out to place a gentle hand on her arm, drawing her attention one final time. His voice was soft, yet steady. "Thank you for the invitation, Master Nox," he said, the words genuine despite the divide between their perspectives. There was no anger, no resentment—only respect, even in disagreement.

Beyond that, he found nothing else worth saying. Anything more would only lead to disappointment.

And so, he left it at that.

Without another word, Balun stepped away from the gathering, weaving his way through the crowd. He would find his own way offworld—his network of contacts made such things effortless. His first instinct was to call on Judah Dashiell, but explaining the intricacies of a Jedi Conclave to his father, especially while Balun's infant son was at home awaiting him, did not seem like the wisest course. Judah's views on the Jedi were well known, and Balun had no desire to add to the man's already wary opinion.

No, this was something he would handle on his own.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He was an old Jedi. The old hand at the Jedi. Having been around the galaxy for many a year, he knew how things all worked here. There were Jedi that just didn’t always agree. It was why the reinstated Wayseekers were a great answer. Jedi found themselves located at a variety of out-of-the-way Temples. He had Kattada, but he knew of the Watchtower in Laekia. But he had been around, he had been in the wars.

First to knock down the Republic, then to stop the One Sith, and finally to find his own self in the galaxy. Shattered NJO, Silver Jedi, Levantines. He was here to help the Foundation, as it felt the most aligned with how he could help the greater Jedi and the galaxy.

He saw familiar faces here, ones he’d fought with and alongside on various times in his tenure as one of the leading Jedi. From Silvers, to former New Jedi Order, and all around.

He’d see where this went, and he’d be there to give them the support they needed. Exploration, of both the galaxy and the Force. How to be a Sentinel, how to be there for each situation, and adapt from it.

And how to fight.

 

[Lorn Reingard]

@Everyone

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Lorn stood at the periphery, a silent observer as the gathering threatened to dissolve into a chaotic argument. He recognized the passion, the deeply held convictions radiating from each Jedi, but the cacophony of voices only served to disorient him further. He'd only recently emerged from the isolation of his Master's home world, and the stark reality of galactic politics, with all its messy complexities and conflicting agendas, felt jarring. The ghosts of the New Jedi Order and the Alliance, institutions he barely remembered, seemed to haunt the room, their failures and triumphs shaping the present anxieties of those gathered.

He caught the eyes of Kahne Porte from across the room, and saw a shared sense of bewilderment reflected back. Aiden stood beside Kahne, his expression similarly troubled. They were united, at least, in their primary allegiance: Naboo. Her defense, her prosperity, were paramount. The thought of being dragged into a large-scale conflict, a prospect some here seemed to relish, filled Lorn with a deep unease.

His gaze shifted to Brandyn Sal-Soren , his voice a sharp counterpoint to the rising tide of war-like rhetoric. Lorn found himself nodding imperceptibly in agreement. Naboo was thriving. The Order of Shiraya was fostering a new generation of Jedi, Jedi focused on compassion, on healing, on building a better future. To abandon that progress for the sake of some grand galactic crusade felt reckless, a betrayal of their core principles.

Then there was Briana Sal-Soren , and this Mother Askani , the apparent leader of this Foundation. They spoke of a greater responsibility, of the need to confront looming threats, but the underlying implication, that conflict with the Alliance was a possibility, even a necessity, hung heavy in the air. Lorn sighed inwardly. He feared that this meeting, intended to foster unity, would only serve to deepen divisions, to propel them all towards a war he desperately wanted to avoid. But if Briana and the Order of Shiraya chose to align itself with the Foundation, then he would have to as well.

Brandyn's impassioned outburst, his denunciation of the entire premise of the gathering, resonated deeply. There was a raw, almost desperate quality to his words, a sense of someone reliving past traumas. And then the revelation, the announcement that he was to be a father. The news brought a flicker of warmth to Lorn's face. He placed a brief, supportive hand on Brandyn's shoulder as the man stormed past, offering silent solidarity before allowing him his escape. He understood the desire to protect, to shield a new generation from the horrors of war.

The weight of it all, the sheer magnitude of conflicting opinions and potential consequences, pressed down on Lorn. So many were eager to draw lines in the sand, to choose sides, to hurl themselves into the fray. He had spent a lifetime fighting, believing in the righteousness of his cause, only to witness the devastating toll of violence. It was not the path he wished to unnecessarily tread again. He was a warrior, the Sword of Shiraya, ready to defend Naboo if necessary, but the thought of wielding that sword against the Alliance, against fellow Jedi, filled him with a profound sense of dread. Especially knowing that the true enemy, the insidious darkness that festered in the shadows, remained a far greater threat to the galaxy.

He began to move through the crowd, a silent apology to Kahne and Aiden as he patted each of them on the back. He felt powerless here, his voice insignificant amidst the clamor of opinions. He would do what Naboo deemed necessary, would follow where his duty led him. But a deep part of him yearned for a different path, a path of peace and understanding, a path where the Jedi could focus on healing the wounds of the past, not re-opening them.

 

[Vodet]

Vodet wasn’t particular aware of all the nuance of the Jedi. His people didn’t care for the Jedi, and that made him the odd-ball. He was once a Jedi, but since he had been gone? The decades he had been gone for? He found his new belief. And that was the Bendu. The one in the middle. The one who could adjust as needed. Sith were one thing, Jedi were another.

But to think there were levels of Jedi. Depth of character, bathymetry within their own sect?

The cult of the Jedi was much different than Vodet believed at first glance. From the surface, though, everything looked like that.

If there were ways the Jedi could affect the galaxy that hadnt already been done? He’d listen, he’d watch, and he’d keep doing what he could.

Like the algae growing on his shell, the Yinchorr would endure. Slow, patient. Ever progressing to where he needed to be.

As an observer, there wasn’t much else he could say that wasn’t already voiced. All he could do was feel the calming aura, the heat from the sun, and the drive to chase the jellyfish.

“I will side with the Foundation. The ideals of no borders, no barriers to helping the galaxy? This I can do.”

He should get a move on for the ship, lest they get stuck waiting in traffic on the account of him.

 

[Zhea Nox]

ECLIPSE
OUTPOST | CRAIT
TAG: Balun Dashiell | Everyone else (I aint tagging all of you again)

COATLICUE​

She could feel his conflict.

He asked her a few rapid questions, but Zhea could feel what was coming before it did. Before she could reply to any of his questions, Balun had made up his mind.

She had told him, when they had arrived that the choice was his own to make. She, herself, wouldn't easily raise a blade against a fellow Jedi. The only way that would happen is if that Jedi defended oppression rather than freedom. Even then, her very nature as Consular would prompt her to seek dialogue, diplomacy, before raising a blade. Her fight will always be against chaos and tyranny. Against the lack of freedom. Against rigid traditions that do not help the people.

But not everyone saw it as clearly.

As she was still formulating responses to his questions, Balun spoke again.

"Thank you for the invitation, Master Nox,"

Zhea smiled, albeit sadly. "I understand Bale. I really do. We shall speak soon." she told him. Then watched him go, letting one of the Foundation transports ferry him away.

She was proud, in a way, that he was strong and independent enough to stick to his convictions. To not let himself be swayed from his own beliefs. Even if his path didn't necessarily align with hers, it was still good to see some of the younger generation stand so stalwartly to what they believe.

Zhea turned back to listen to the ensuing debates. Most of them kept harkening back to the possibility of Civil War, completely missing the mark of what the actual goal was. She wasn't a forceful being nor was she a speaker with great words of wisdom. She only hoped that with the calm the Sephi Master was spreading through the room, that there would be some who spoke up.

And so, an ancient voice did.

“I will side with the Foundation. The ideals of no borders, no barriers to helping the galaxy? This I can do.”

The Kiffar rose to her own feet.
"I echo the words of this Wise One." she said, nodding toward the Yinchorri. "Long have some of us wished for no borders or barriers or traditions in order to help the Galaxy heal. The Foundation seems to be providing exactly that. Mother Askani has said exactly that. So I too, side with the Foundation. To rebuild, bring help and hope and to be a shield for those that need it most." she then added resolutely.

"My aim is not to fight other Jedi. My aim is to do what is the most obvious course of action - helping the Galaxy without the constraints of tradition or government. If that choice puts me at odds with other Jedi, then it is truly a sad day."

It already was, to not have her new apprentice see the same thing, but she didn't say it.​

 

[Casca Pryce]

-|| Location: Crait
-|| Tags: Quis Ven'nari | OPEN
-|| Theme: No Chances

Casca nodded, coming off the wall as Altan spoke. Others did too, some addressing the conclave with questions or pledges, while others spoke in hushed voices to their neighbors. Lily Decoria caught the Corellian’s attention most with her reservation.

"If they are truly demonstrating themselves to be off the path of the Jedi, then that should reveal itself in due time. Right?"

“What of the Jedi who waited for the High Republic Order to see the danger of the Nihil? Or the Clone Wars Order who were so blind that they allowed a Sith Lord to play galactic chess with trillions of lives? The NJO isn’t a target – this isn’t a cry for war. But the NJO that I know will neither handle being exposed well, nor correct their own mistakes should time reveal them.”

No, bitter complacency is not the answer. It only allows the cancer to grow unchecked. The Foundation would be just as responsible for the sins of the Alliance if it sat by and watched, hoping divine providence would handle the problem.

“This is not a declaration of war. This is exposing the Burning Truth, and being prepared for retaliation. This is the Rebel Alliance speaking out against the Empire and being willing to fight back when riot shields and blasters are drawn to silence the truth. This is the Resistance refusing to allow the First Order to use violence to dominate.”

Casca ignored any eyes that looked to him, pressing on while the moment was his.

“This is the Foundation being prepared to fight if the powers that be choose war over understanding, violence over peace, suppression over admission.”

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

ANSWERING THE CALL ON THE SECOND RING
Crait
Outside group - Old Rebel Base

Caltin was “hearing”, but not really listening to much else of the conversation. While he did not agree with the general feeling of this “Coalition” for lack of a better term. While he did agree with the thought that “change” is not necessarily a bad thing, it can be twisted into something horrific and how you go about it must be considered before you act on it. It was truly disheartening to think about.

Too many people seem destined to take this in the other direction and many of them seem to be all too willing to twist the message that is trying to be conveyed to their own ends. This was irritating. What caught the big man’s attention was the mention of history, something he is not only a bit of a student of, but has lived through in some cases.

“What of the Jedi who waited for the High Republic Order to see the danger of the Nihil? Or the Clone Wars Order who were so blind that they allowed a Sith Lord to play galactic chess with trillions of lives? The NJO isn’t a target – this isn’t a cry for war. But the NJO that I know will neither handle being exposed well, nor correct their own mistakes should time reveal them.”

So, a “war of public opinion”? This gathering is turning into a verbal riot.

As someone who had lived through the Clone Wars, lived through the Purge, the Galactic Empire and hunted Jedi into the New Republic, he shook his head at all of this. There is something to be said about learning from the mistakes of the past, but this little diatribe was a tantrum. Caltin almost spoke up, but what would be the point? Someone veiling their words in “understanding” but not really looking at their own approach? They want change, but so far, they are not willing to change their thought processes. Words do matter, and the word choices of many of them show their desire for this is deep rooted, not in the good of the galaxy but too simply say that they are better than others.

That is not the way of the Jedi. At least not the Jedi Order he grew into.

I had never thought, of all that the Jedi have lost, that our principles would be among them. Perhaps Connel had the right idea.

He kept quiet. Sure, he spoke of "talking", but "listening" was important too... at least one Jedi here should.

Mother Askani • Lily Decoria • Aron Brood • Vodet • Lorn Reingard • Briana Sal-Soren • Vilka Keldra • Zhea Nox • Balun Dashiell • Kahne Porte • @Veythum • Sera Inkari • Kei Amadis • Coren Starchaser • Vodet • Brandyn Sal-Soren • Thal Mantis
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Planetside, Crait​

| Objective | Listen​

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A quiet tap as a cane pressed into the cold floor of the gathering, followed by the sound of metal clinking as the brace that held the newcomer's right leg up quietly dragged along the floor. Tap. Clink... Tap. Clink... Tap. Clink... in a slow, staggered rhythm as the Jedi slowly passed through those gathered. Solidor looked around, tired and worn eyes scanning the room and the people within. How he got there and when, nobody knew, and he was a man of little consequence or rapport.​

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What a strange sight to behold after having been in solitude for over two decades in deep meditation after undertaking the Barash Vow. And strange times to be in as this gathering had been called.​

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When the Force reached out and touched him in his exile with visions of The Burning Truth, it was then that the elderly Jedi Master decided the time for meditation was over. And like those around him, he was drawn to Crait, like moths to flame, seeking clarity during tumultuous times of confusion and anguish. The Galaxy suffered and cried, its weeping and pain felt everywhere. The Order he grew up with and knew was long gone, but perhaps this younger generation of Jedi and non-Force Sensitives could forge something new together and much needed.​

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Hope.​

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