From The Ashes, A Phoenix Will Rise (Tef's Farewell)

[Jaxton Ravos]

The Zabrak declined to say her name, and shake his hand as well, but merely looked at him intently and examined his frame, looking for signs of injury. She hid her emotions very well, but Jaxton was a Zeltron, and as such could telepathically read her emotions without the Force. Still though, she showed almost nothing, except just a hint of the compassion expected of healer, as well as the walls with which she drew in her emotions. She must be following the old Jedi doctrine, There is no emotion, there is peace and all that. Jaxton wasn't aware any Jedi actually followed that antiquated belief.

But Jaxton had a question to answer. Med-bay or stay here. Initially Jaxton thought to stay here, but then thought perhaps Tey could get Master Vondiranach to the med-bay. Jaxton wanted to know what exactly Vondiranach had said about him in his report, so med-bay was looking like the best option. Jaxton turned to see the Zabrak, then the padawan who introduced himself as Inigo.

"I'm Jaxton" He said to @[member="Inigo Montoya"] and reached out to shake his hand. "Thanks for the help, but I think I'll go to med-bay with her. Master Wraith ordered me over there and I wouldn't be surprised if he checks the manifest. You can come if you like though." He said and began walking over to the treatment center. He turned to @A'dele and then spoke once more "I would like a name before someone pumps me full of medicine and Force though."

 

[Darron Wraith]

Darron did as he was asked by Rosa, all the while offering well wishes to all the Jedi he came into contact with. It was a slow march with the gravsled in tow, but eventually the pair made their way to the temple and put Master Efreet's body in storage for the funeral. It would be held in two days, and much had to be done in that time frame to see the temple prepared. All of the new responsibilities where overwhelming to the Jedi Master, and he had signed off on many things in the hours that had followed. Meetings where being scheduled, and the Republic was begging for the missions briefings which he sent. All of the Grand Master's possessions had been gifted to Darron as well, and he had been in Teferi's office for hours doing much of the menial paperwork that most would find boring. He had received treatment as asked, and had snuck a shower in there as well. As it approached night, the new Grand Master finally sent the galaxy wide invitation. It had taken him a few hours to get it right, and he had sent off all mission briefings to Republic Command and the Supreme Chancellor. A few key strokes into the comm-unit before him, and he finally sent what he had been working on for hours.

Grand Master Teferi Efreet has become one with the Force after doing his duty for Centuries. He served as a guiding light in the reformation of the Republic and the Jedi Order, as such his funeral services will be held two days from now and everyone who ever was in this great man's life is invited to come join the Jedi Order as we mourn the loss of our beloved leader, friend, and shining beacon of hope. ​

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Two Days Later.

Standing outside the front of the temple on Tython, Grand Master Darron Wraith stood on the first step. He would be the first to greet the guests who came to pay their respects to Teferi, and he made sure to stand to side of the new statue that had been constructed in the former Grand Master's honor. Looking around to the assembled Jedi, he nodded his approval of the statue. "Is everything ready, the ceremony starts in an hour," his words were calm but he wanted this day to go perfectly. It would look very unbecoming of him should his first task as Grand Master not go according to plan. He adjusted his traditional Jedi tunic and robes for a moment as the first of the guests started to approach, their speeders finally getting close to the temple.

Today isn't the best day, but it will be a tribute to our fallen leader.

 

[Carbon]

One of the first to greet the new Grandmaster on this most mournful of days was a two meter giant clad in beskar'gam. The Mand'alors head bowed in greeting, before a crushgaunt covered hand extended to shake.

"Grandmaster Wraith, I trust the day finds you as well as you can be." He wasn't sure, entirely, how Jedi saw death. Emberli was here as a last respect, but he felt little emotion over the green mans death. Death was death, and so long as you were remembered you weren't dead.

After all, no one was ever gone. They were simply marching far away.

Still, two days for the Mandalore to drop what he was doing and arrive as quickly as he did would, hopefully, convey an appropriate message to Darron.

Faintly, he noticed the statue, but didn't comment. He wasn't going to ruin the day.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn came here on his own. he was paying his respects to the green man who had given his life for the Mandalorian cause. He didnt know how Jedi took care of people who had died in the field of battle. He wanted to show respect but not be unarmed. Jorn wore his black and red shirt that would be tucked in the front but not the back. The sleves came down to his wrists. Over that he was wearing a pair of leather vambraces that were sewn by hand. He was in a pair of trousers that were the color of the night sky just before dawn. His boots were made of leather and durasteel panted gold. Jorn decided to not wear his helmet to show respect.

Jorns feet his the ground beneath him as he walked towards Mandalore and the new Grandmaster Darron Wraith. He waited for his turn to speak. he would not interrupt the leader of the Mandos or the Republic if he was smart at all. He felt his hands shake as he waited to be addressed. He was in the presence of two of the most powerful people in the Galaxy.

 

[Adele Adonai]

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Her stoic mask did not waver, however, it appeared that she would at the very least, give him a measure of courtesy. "A'dele," she said, already moving forward to aid him to the med-bay now that he had mad his decision. A short curt nod went towards @[member="Inigo Montoya"] ,"It would be best if you come as well. I'll tend to whatever injuries you have there."

His wariness was not a surprise, but to A'dele, it did not offend.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Two painful and gruelling days passed. The deep wounds in her sides, while healing well, were proving to be a great nuisance the would send shooting pains through her from time to time, as if to remind her they were still there. She was doing everything in her power to assist Darron in the funeral preparations, but he had shut her out, distancing himself. She understood that the death of the former Grand master brought with it a tidal wave of paperwork but he seemed to have switched from being in pain to being void of emotion. She knew he was just trying to get through it, but is did not prevent her from worrying.

As the day of the funeral arrived she clad her self in her Jedi robes and let her hair fly free. She ascended the steps before the guests began to arrive, a wince of pain crossing her features as she did. Promising herself that when this day was over she would bury herself deep enough into a healing trance that when she woke there would be nothing but scars. Brushing a stray strand of hair from her face and joining the ranks of the Jedi assembled. She gave Darron a reassuring smile.

I'm with you, now and always. A soft message for him, that meant more than being with him physically. She was here to support him and to comfort him. Today would be hard on everyone and she would do all she can to support him and her fellow Jedi.

 

[Darron Wraith]

"Grandmaster Wraith, I trust the day finds you as well as you can be."

Grand Master, the title itself seemed such a foreign thought to Darron. He had never intended to be a leader for the Jedi, in fact it was a path he had never once even entertained the thought of. Yet here he was, the leader of the Jedi Order, and the one people looked to for answers. In his mind's eye he saw this moment play out differently, he was standing to the left of Tefeeri and watched the pleasantries. That's not the reality of the situation Darron, he's gone and you're in charge now. Setting his thoughts back to the present, the Jedi extended his gloved, prosthetic hand to meet the massive gauntlet-clade hand before him. A hardy shake later and he released his grip and spoke to the Mandalore.

"It finds me well, there is much responsibility I wasn't aware of. I am a warrior out of my element leading this Order, but I am enduring as I always have."

For the first time in his life, he was making sure his words were perfectly constructed. He couldn't show any signs of weakness, even to an ally, such as the Mandalorians. It had never dawned on the Jedi Master just how big the leader of the armored soldiers was. The Grand Master stood a little over six feet, five inches tall and the Mandalore had at least an inch or two on him. No emotion showed on his face as he filed away the thoughts at how massive their leader was before continuing. "I trust you and your men are well, should you need aid or supplies. Please don't be afraid to ask, I know how badly that battle went. If you are wounded still, let me know and I will send a healer to aid you." Blue eyes fell to the second Mandalorian and he extended a hand to him as well.

"Darron Wraith, new Grand Master of the Jedi. And you are?"

Rosa's telepathic message was received, and he replied in kind. I know, and I thank you for your support. We will speak after this.

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Selena felt at total unease when she entered the area where the funeral would be held. The new Grandmaster was busy greeting people and she felt no need to add to that burden. She was just thankful it was not her job to do. Darron Wraith seemed to be hit by the loss but was hiding it well. It was good to see. He was being strong for the rest of those who needed it. Losing a Grandmaster was hard for many, especially in battle. Being in the room for the ceremony was almost unbearable for her. The place just radiated emotion despite many people's attempts to hide it. It was almost enough to make her feel some sorrow just by being around it, but she hardened her mind and kept focused. It was her hope to pay tribute then get out of the place quickly. The Force called her to the war front soon.

Regardless, she felt out of place here. She wore the same traditional robes as everyone else, but she still felt out of place. All the emotion and all she could think was... why? Yes, he would be missed but he was one with the Force. He was with them now more than he had ever been. Teferi was everywhere and was the very thing that they were so attuned to. It seemed that no one was aware of that though. She was not sure what to think about the situation altogether. The Knight just hoped that this event would help many in the way that they needed and clear their minds. Too much emotion could see some acting in vengeance... this concerned her because it would likely just add lead to more Sith or Dark Jedi because vengeance just lead to the darkside. As these thoughts came into her mind, she quickly silenced them. She decided it was best to just meditate and not focus on the condition of her fellows.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Then.

Allergic to Bacta, huh? Teynara had met a few people with that particular problem - it was a medical anomaly that came up from time-to-time, and rather challenged the creativity of those who had been so reliant upon the so-called 'miracle fluid' for purposes of healing injuries and rescuing patients from near-death ever since it had been discovered. Amazing how dependent everybody becomes on Bacta - our ancestors didn't have it, and they managed well enough. Okay, trauma that killed people back then was often non-lethal now, but that was no reason to dismiss the medical advances of the past. Particularly when you can find a use for them, like now.

As for that comment about healing with the Force, the blonde had a feeling that the Master was being a little flippant. Sure, it wasn't a common skill among the Jedi, and as such, most of those who trained within the Temple didn't really understand it, but even so, those who did knew well enough that it tended to take a physical toll on the user - each time she had tried it, she'd found herself having to sleep for well beyond her usual needs, and quite shortly after the treatment was administered. And it's incredibly time-consuming, too - even minor injuries can take hours to treat properly.

She had to be blunt about the whole thing: Force Healing wasn't an instant fix, not even close. The Jedi merely served as a conduit for the Force's restorative energies, channelling them through their own body and concentrating them with a healing intent upon the site of the injury. But it is still the body that does the healing: the Force merely provides a bit of a boost, and the energy to allow it to speed the process without causing harm to the patient. It took a lot of time. Even a basic Healing trance can take upwards of three to four hours. She didn't object to doing it, but it was always best to try traditional medicine first.

"We actually don't need Bacta in your case," she said softly, shaking herself from her reverie of contemplation. "We can use a Bone Welder on that broken rib of yours and get the pieces knit together, strap them up until your body strengthens them naturally," the blonde observed. "As for anything else, a burn or bruise salve might suffice."

The blonde watched as the other Jedi started stripping off, raising a pale eyebrow as she observed, though she wasn't the least bit embarrassed by it - Teynara could hardly work in a Medical Bay for long if she started blushing every time a patient had to strip off - though she was surprised at the network of scars that the older Jedi displayed. He looks like he's been through a few dozen wars, alright.

"On second thoughts, we might need more than just a salve...", she observed thoughtfully. That settles it, though: he's going to to the Medbay whether he wants to or not..., she thought grimly. Even if she had to knock him unconscious and drag him there...

Now

The last two days had flown by in rather a blur - the solemn mood of the Jedi Temple notwithstanding, things had just moved by quicker than Teynara could have expected. Patching up the survivors of the mission that had claimed the life of the Grandmaster had been the first priority, and after that...well, preparations for the funeral, of course. She'd elected not to join in making sure that the body looked presentable for the ceremony, though. The Jedi wasn't entirely sure she wanted to start down that path. Certainly she preferred to remain fuzzy on the details of what exactly had claimed the Master's life.

Entering the area where the ceremony was to be held, the blonde had to admit, she'd never known the Temple to be so full. Not only had Jedi come from all over the Galaxy, but other dignitaries had joined them, preparing to say farewell to the being that had commanded the respect of the entire Order, and those that they worked alongside. Space seems to be at a premium now, for certain. Many beings had certainly gathered here in the courtyard, preparing for the moment when the funeral of the former Grandmaster would then give way to the swearing in of the new one. And that'll be interesting, for certain.

Dressed in plain white robes, her sole adornment on it being the slender brown belt that wrapped around her waist, matching the colour of the boots that peaked out beneath her skirts, she walked confidently into the large area, her pale-blue eyes examining her surroundings carefully to see if there was anyone she knew, or if there was anything not quite right. She sensed an overwhelming feeling of sorrow, something picked up from multiple sources - people - all around them, but there was more to it. Some, hope for the future, others, a cautious sense of optimism that seemed ironic when contemplating a recent loss for the entire Order. Strange, that.

All that remained now, though, was to wait. Things would no doubt get underway in due course. Wait, observe, and contemplate what might happen next, she thought. That's a funeral for you: reflect on what was past, consider what might be ahead. Truly, she had no idea.

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

"How long until the ceremony?" The soft voice asked in query to the young handmaiden quietly unfolding clothes from the depths of a velvet lined trunk.

"Soon, Ambassador Allaneh," came the equally soft reply from Corde, a fellow Fallanassi adept from the Order of the White Current. A delegation from the Fallanassi homeworld of J't'p'tan had barely set foot upon Tython when word came about the late Grand Masters passing. Nohemi Amaya Sophia Goss Pell Allaneh, daughter of Niloo Van Dara Alinayah Goss Pell Allaneh, had come to the Galactic Republic as the voice of her mother, and along with that, the Fallanassi. They were of an ancient Order who else a rather differing philosophy of the Force, focusing instead religiously on the actual currents within it, dubbed the White Current.

The Current it is not a way of power but a way of peace, this was the mantra that the Order held dear. For the Fallanassi, the White Current was uniquely different from other aspects and schools of thought in that the Current was the immersion of oneself in the actual flows and ripples within the Force itself, rather than the Force as a whole. They taught that authority was an illusion and that everyone should serve only their own desires, and was often used in the creation of illusions and concealment, rather than for anger, protection, healing, aggression, or any other reason.

It was for this reason, that Nohemi, while saddened for the loss of the late Grand Master, knew that it is what it is. He had served well in his position, and while a tragedy, would in death now pave a path for the next Grand Master. The galaxy was fractured yes, but there was an acceptance to that. One could only do so much.

"We leave for the ceremony within the hour," she said then, the young Ambassador stepping aside from the large window, letting the shift of soft lacy fabric fall, drawing a shadow over her face. "... and honor him."

 

[Carbon]

@[member="Darron Wraith"]

Emberli did his best not to destroy Darron's hand with the strength augmenting gauntlets he wore. Had his face been exposed, a small smile would have been plastered on his lips, but as it was Emberli didn't show his face, and he kept such a tight lock on his emotions that you'd think they weren't there.

Emberli didn't want to admit that he was barely able to walk, let alone fight right now and kept that to himself just like he did most anything else. "I'll keep that in mind, Grandmaster, and I'll let my compatriot introduce himself. For now, I think I'll go pay my respects - leave you to the other guests. I've always hated standing on ceremony."

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Then
@[member="Teynara Jeralyr"]

Despite her attempts to get him to relent, he did not do so. Even attempts to forcibly make him go were met with resistance. He was not going to the medbay. In the end, the only thing that she could do was use the Force to heal him, which he did not object to her doing. It wasn't perfect, and it wouldn't completely heal him, but he never asked to be completely healed. He never asked to be healed at all. He preferred to let the scars develop.

So, in the end, she was left frustrated and forced to head back to the medbay without him. He rested in silence in the meditation room. It was good because he needed to do so. It allowed him to calm his mind, to still himself. He'd become emotional and he knew that he couldn't focus on emotion. Instead, he sat still and waited.

Now
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

It was time for the funeral, so he had gotten dressed and left the meditation chamber. In so doing, he walked out and towards where everyone else was, only to spot his daughter idling among them looking like she didn't feel that she fit in. Instead of heading towards the Mandalore, who he noted had also arrived, and instead of moving towards Darron, he approached his daughter.

"Spencer, are you alright?"

He reached his hand out to her and slipped his arm around her shoulders. Whatever was bothering her, it was evident that she didn't feel comfortable being around all of the other Jedi. He sensed trouble, and he aimed to find out what it was. No doubt she would sense that he was still in pain, but he didn't actively show it.

 

[Inigo Montoya]

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @A'dele

"Well if you are heading to the medbay I could still be of help." Offering his shoulder to help if it was needed, otherwise he would just offer friendly support in case the injuries prevented Jaxton from completing his journey. Inigo had personally packed his first aid kit and was ready to offer any assistance that was necessary.

However he kept silent as he he hoped to hear from the patient how he got injured so he could prepare a proper medical solution when they got to their destination.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer stood there in the middle of the crowd; she really did hate funerals it was just too much going on for her. Though it was easier this time, she had a lot on her mind as she pondered things. Her mind kept her sane in the middle of the flow of emotions that surged around her. She remembered Tef, but most of her memories were from when she was a youngling. Sighing softly, she felt a familiar presence come to her.

It didn’t matter that they had just met, she was made from his force essence – there would always be a connection between them. Spencer felt his pain and as he approached she placed her hand against his broken rib. Her movements quick and he wouldn't be able to avoid it; the warmth flowed to her hand as she healed her father from his injuries.

His question came next and Spencer cringed trying her best not to share where her mind was going and why she was distressed.

“I’m fine, just the whole funeral and everyone around me being so sad bothers me.”

@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Right. Empath. He'd heard about that bit from some of her teachers. Amazed him that no one thought to try to understand her with the understanding that she knew everything they felt as they felt it, even if they tried to hide it. This was why he'd decided that he would hide nothing from her. There was no point to doing so. She would feel it, so he let her feel it.

When she reached out to his ribs, he didn't stop her. What was the point of doing so? Teynara had done a little bit of healing, but a little bit wasn't quite enough. Spencer seemed far more gifted than the other Jedi had been, though he knew that wasn't because Teynara had not tried. It was because of Spencer's connection to the Force.

"Thank you. And I know there's more going on that that. I'm not an empath, but even I can tell something else is bugging you. You can tell me. I won't judge you."

Running his hand up and down her arm, he looked at her with a small, brief smile.

"You'll find I am a very understanding Jedi Master."

 

[Delila Castillon]

Funeral

How did she get roped into this?Wasn't it a politicians job to be heading off to these sorts of things? She was merely a lowly Captain, no real power beyond her own Bravo Company. Even that had limits. So here Delila stood in her navy blue service uniform-blue skirt and jacket, white top-metals gleaming and black heels shining. She was quite a sight and easily stood out amongst the various neutral tones of the Jedi.

Putting her arms behind her back in a 'at-ease' stance, she waited near the back of the room for the service to begin.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Her eyes looked towards her father, hazel with a bit of green flecked into them. If Kamon looked harder into her eyes he could see a soft blue haze over them as well. Her eyes, they belonged to her mother. She didn’t blink while looking at him. She had heard those words before and Spencer knew what usually came after. No understanding, no one understood her position. Deciding she wouldn’t bother her father with her problems.

Forcing a smile, she shrugged.

“I’ve heard that before Father; don’t worry about me though…I just have a lot on my mind.”

@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"I don't believe you, but if you don't want to talk about it that's fine. I'm here if you want to."

He turned her towards the front of the crowd and ushered her that way a bit. If they were going to be at the funeral, they might as well be close enough to see and hear what was going on. Yes, he understood that she was an empath and this sort of thing was going to be hard for her, but the way he understood it, it didn't really matter where she was, she was going to feel these sorts of things.

"Sorry I wasn't around when you were younger, Spencer. I honestly didn't think I would ever get to meet you, and when I knew I would get to, I was somewhat... well... afraid to meet you. Kind of thought you'd hate me."

Though he was pleasantly surprised that such wasn't the case. She seemed to not mind, and even seemed somewhat happy that he was around, which certainly made him feel better. After all, as a father he loved his daughter, but life was easier when she didn't hate your guts.

 

[Flint Pherson]

Commander Pherson made his entrance with Admiral Daniels on his arm. Together the somber couple wore gray with gold bars and they had come to pay their respects to the Grandmaster by invitation.

 

[Nadi Maarow]

Naadi was indecisive about weather or not to attend Efreet's funeral ever since the news had been announced two days ago. Alot of Jedi were off-world, too far away and unavailable to attend. They would mourn privately, anyway. It had been what, a month since she had graduated from being a youngling and had been apprenticed by Ree Botaa.

Flipping a coin, it was adozen straight -heads- results before she thought Yep, its inevitable...., as she felt her heart sank into her boots. Tef was well and truly gone. She liked that he had come by to teach alot of the youngling classes so often, and served as a shining example of what a jedi, padawan, knight, or master, should be.

Naadi usually dressed skimpier than most jedi, but then, she could get away with it; she was cute and fuzzy all over. Today however, she would dress in the more traditional style of the jedi; undershirt, robe-shirt, tabards, belt, pants, paneled skirt-kama, tabards, belt, and boots. Even if she was gonna be sweaty and panting the whole time for it.

Sneaking in and scampering about, dodging people in uniforms, polished battle armor (particularly the giant one, e_e p ! ), Naadi stood in front of the statue, just staring at it.....