Faction Gimme Shelter...

[Julius Sedaire]

Corellia was, and always would be, still home. But Julius had a fondness for Socorro as well. The place reminded him of a more rugged version of his birth world. In the times since he had reunited with Keira Priest and decided to leave the bureaucratic mess that Corellia was becoming behind, he had turned his attention to fixing up his dwelling and restoring the Temple therein. As usual, his lovely brother had provided a small bit of sums. And... Well ... Maybe Julius helped put in a good word (within reason) to certain governments in the Outback for some lucrative contracts for the shipwright and arms dealer.

So construction had began. The courtyard now had a fantastic, if simple enough, entry. A small obelisk of basalt, with the names of all those lost in the Great Galactic war that recors could find. The writing was almost microscopic to allow for the feat to be done. And the obelisk radiated serenity, and a sense of peace. Set just behind it, cradling the obelisk in a circle of roots, was a rare uneti tree, resonating with the Force, barely past being a sapling. Benches were scattered about the flagstone covered ground, and almost innumerable openings branched from the open air space. They lead to dormoritories and habs, a kitchen, multiple training areas and more.

While construction wasn't even half done, even completed it wouldn't rival many Temples. Nor would it even match the Old Republic ruins it was built on. But, none the less he had extended an invite to those who might still be tuned into the old Jedi Academy Network and the Underground. As usual, he looked more like a smuggler than a Jedi, save for the Jed-Cred hanging from his neck and the lightsaber openly on his hip. Though said saber clashed with the bloodstripe trousers and the thermos of caff spiked with just a touch of good Corellian rye. An office on a covered balcony over the courtyard was his seat, facing the open doors. A bit of spice-bread being munched on as he drank.

Once, before Palpatine of the Legends, this place had trained Guardians of the old Jedi Order. He would happily teach them himself. Maybe not everything he knew, as he was hardly a proper Jedi. But war had come again to the Galaxy. And it wa his duty to see his fellows able to defend themselves. Besides, he hoped some of them might have advice on some of the discoveries he had made.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

The construction of a Jedi Temple on Socorro seemed like a good excuse to depart from The Svivren Jedi Enclave in search of other members of the wider Jedi Order that were spread out across the Galaxy. The Outer Rim Territories were a vast area of space, far larger than any one Jedi branch could hope to preside over without the communication and coordination of other similar or larger branches of the Order, thus it seemed a wise idea for Caedyn to offer his services, whether financial backing or mere physical man power to help move the construction along.

The Kibilini Sector where Socorro was located wasn't a far venture from Svivren or Susevfi, the latter being the home-world of another Jedi Organization keeping vigil over the Outer Rim. Master Coren Starchaser had introduced them in conversation during the Festival of Great Trade, though Caedyn had yet to visit them personally. He was however appreciative of the offer of support and had expressed a desire to further cement the relationship between the two locales, hoping that perhaps Socorro might also be open to working alongside the Jedi of Svivren.

The Repertoire descended down upon the land just shy to the east of the Temple's location. Caedyn hadn't met this Julius Sedaire before, yet the man was seemingly looking to establish ties with, and perhaps even gain members for the establishment himself. The Galaxy today harbored all types of peoples, including Jedi with various different ideologies and understandings of their paths in life. Hopefully Caedyn's arrival wouldn't be ill-timing, and that this Julius might find something of worth in the younger man.

Stepping down the loading ramp, Caedyn wrapped his Robes comfortably around his frame whilst casting his gaze ahead to the building in progress. What ruins were here before, what remained and what had happened to make them so? The feeling of his new found environment felt far more alive than the quiet of space travel, and he was all the more glad for the way the flow of the Force shifted around him there. Whether this was by calling or a decision of impulse, Caedyn felt encouraged by the site, knowing that one day there would be other Jedi living and training here on the daily, thanks to the hard efforts of those whom answered the call.

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Even as a Green Jedi, Alana couldn't manage to stay within the borders of the Corellian Confederation. Or the Core, or really anywhere. Ambria had been her home and while Jedi had become her family, she found herself uncomfortable with being tied down somewhere, even somewhere nice. So off she had wandered, alone in her ship. Practicing her skills. Honing her ability. Doing what she could. A bit of bounty hunting. Some scavenging. Mechanical repair work.

But she had found herself back out on the Rim and heard word of a temple being reconstructed by Julius Sedaire . She respected the man and admired him from the few times they had crossed paths. As a result, she had shifted course and come out to Socorro. She stood up from her command chair as the ship's autopilot finalized the landing and the sound of hydraulics and steam hissed through the ship.

The boarding ramp lowered and the young woman strode down towards the courtyard. She felt calm already, as if she was submerged in cool water, and she paused to savor the experience. Ships were more her home, but they were still mechanical. Cut off from the Force by their very nature. Even as she regained part of herself, she gave up on another. It was a constant tension that she walked and the balance was hard to find.

But for now, she had to find Julius. Already, she saw someone had arrived before her, although she didn't recognize him.

Caedyn Arenais