Faction Galactic Summit of Religious Leaders (Non-Jedi Force Traditions)

[Kassogtha Cthylla]

FONDOR - GA SENATE OFFICES​

Kass looked out the window of the thirty-third floor, watching as ships docked on the landing pads. She let out a sigh of relief. It had taken some convincing of both the Senate and the Order, but the summit was proceeding as planned.

While there had been smaller gatherings of this kind before, to her knowledge nothing on this scale had ever been attempted. The Galactic Alliance had invited representatives from any and all Force traditions found within their borders to meet on Fondor and discuss recent legislation suggested by the Federal Assembly. There would be Jedi present—a fact which had prompted some of the representatives to express concerns about bias. But it made no sense not to include the Jedi, as they were the only ones capable of detecting the Dark Side in other beings.

For her part, Kass was excited to learn more about other traditions and philosophies. She had long been curious about the various cultures within the Alliance, and intended to listen far more than she talked.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen straightened his cloak as he stepped across the senate floor, his midnight tail flicking its white tip to and fro as golden eyes took in the room around him. It wasn’t his first time in the halls of the senate, though he was far more used to the massive Coruscant rotunda. Indeed, since he had left such political matters in the capable hands of his Excelsus Gracin, Vulpesen had not had any chance or reason to visit the offices of Fondor. Lucas was the Excelsus of the Howlaw court, the voice of Veradune and holder of the Valde’s authority in all things political and legislative. But this was not a matter of politics. This was religion. Skilled though he was, and older even than Vulpesen, Lucas was not the Arch Wilder. That honor rested on the shoulders of Vulpesen Torrevaso. He wasn’t the only one. The Veran Wilders were divided into a great many sects, each one with its own traditions and beliefs. But while Vulpesen held no more control over any of the sects than he might have in the jedi order itself, they did recognize that his position as Valde made him the most practical choice in representative for their collective.

Clad in the full Varos Cloak, made by his fellow Wilders with some additions by jedi hands, Vulpesen knew that his presence at this meeting was all but mandatory. Afterall, his planet had been the one which had proposed the Force Recognition Act. What’s more, it had, in no small part, been penned by his own hand.

All in all, he was excited for what was to come. Vulpesen had seen the force through more eyes than even most who had touched it. Before joining the jedi, he had travelled and sought the different orders to learn how the force flowed for different peoples. Then he joined the jedi. Later, he had been a sith, even if only in name. Finally, he had become a Wilder. But his thirst for knowledge had never changed. Even in recent adventures he was learning more about the force and those who held it. One thing was clear. The galaxy was a wide place and for all their names appeared in the histories, the sith and the jedi were but two sides, not of a coin, but of some unknowable ever growing hedron.

Kassogtha Cthylla

 

[Marya Werdegast]

POV: Anton Crowley, Representative of Necropolitan Voodoo

And to think Marya assumed there would be no summit, Crowley mused as he entered the building. He knew the Senator of Necropolis would have preferred it were so, lest they risk drawing even more unwanted attention to certain activities back home, but he was confident in his ability to represent his people well. The Alliance and the Jedi Order need not be their enemies. Provided they were properly educated, of course.

He piled into the nearest lift along with several other representatives of different faiths. Jostling elbows with a Ukatian seer, the Captain of the Guard of the Whills, and a member of the Order of the Esoteric Pulsar, he felt gratified. Oh yes, he would blend right in with these people. The galaxy contained such a multitude of beliefs, it was truly amazing. The average person probably couldn't pick a Chaldean Mystic out of this lineup, let alone an Ersethy Cultist, an Open Hander... or a bocor.

But really, it would be impossible to document every religion within Alliance space. The ones who had sent representatives to Fondor were just those with an interest in politics. Most were motivated by anxiety over the recently proposed legislation. The rest, preferring to remain obscure, would pass unnoticed. They were the ones the Jedi would have to watch out for. But the summit would at least separate the ones willing to come forward from those with something to hide, no?

The doors opened and the lift eagerly spilled its contents onto the 33rd floor. The office space was dominated by a large table with plenty of chairs. Holo projectors were set up to allow representatives who could not be physically present to participate. It was all very carefully and tastefully presented, even incorporating signs and symbols from the various groups in the decor.

And of course, there were Jedi. Crowley looked directly at the tentacled monstrosity that was Master Kassogtha Cthylla, along with any other lightsaber-wielding folk, and bowed. "Greetings," he said. "I am Anton Crowley, Master of Cerements. Today I have come to represent Necropolitan voodoo."

To all outward appearances, he was a kindly old man, a priest of an ancient religion. They would sense no darkness in him, no deceit. He would not let them cast judgment over him. For there was no good and evil; it was a false distinction.

Vulpesen​

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Fondor​

Ko did not think of himself as a very good example of a sage of the Baran Do. He never felt as though he had the same level of patience as many of them did. For milenia on Dorin the sage's patience has somewhat been conflated with passivity and inactivity. Old relics of a bygone era. The subtle ripples of their influence on the world being so gentle they go unnoticed.

The Jedi knight had been contacted by some of his old mentors. Requesting that he stand in as a representative of a remote order. Ko shared some concerns over being a representative for the Baran Do, but they insisted that his background as a jedi as well would be a boon instead of a bane. Also that he wasn’t as detached from the Baren Do as he believed.

Ko had not actually been to Fondor before since it had been turned into the provisional capital of the Galactic Alliance. The enemies that surround the Galactic Alliance have kept the Kel Dor rather preoccupied. Bouncing around the different war fronts has kept on the move since becoming a Knight.

He wondered what other traditions may find their way here. Perhaps the Matukai, or even the Luka Sene who are based just on the periphery of the Galactic Alliance space. Ko himself was dressed in his usual Jedi attire. Mostly covered up by a large brown outer-robe. Traditional Baran Do robes were not all that distinct looking compared to a Jedi’s anyways. ​

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