It Has Been Too Long: Convocation of the Light at Yavin IV [Open to ALL LIGHTSIDERS - GA, SSC, TJO,

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Conference Room

Others in Proximity: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Ilais Nytrau"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

The trip between Voss and the legendary Yavin IV had been an exhausting one - but Teynara often found herself tiring easily these days. Consequence of not being able to walk around and exercise as much as I used to, she reflected wearily. Her mind was active as ever, and the Force was always useful to pushing aside encroaching fatigue, but it bothered her nonetheless. The summons for Conclave wasn't one easily ignored, though, she she'd ignored the inclination to simply stay home and rest, and boarded a transport headed for that ancient Academy world. Can't abrogate your duties just because you can't walk around, right?

The moon that had once hosted the Jedi Praxeum of the so-called 'New' Jedi Order was different to how she'd imagined it: green, lush, foreboding in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. The ancient stones of the vast ziggurat in which the Convocation was to take place hid something that felt elusive to her. It was so very different to the ancient Temple on Tython, and certainly so when compared to the gentle stone structure of the Academy back on Voss: both tranquil, calm places where it was a simple thing to feel at ease. This place gave her the chills, though she couldn't say why. That was a source of frustration above and beyond any other at the moment - the fly in the ointment, so to speak.

The others were already gathering, though this event was more than just a simple meeting: it was a gathering of traditions, of groups that so very rarely came together. There would probably be lively arguments, exchanging of techniques and ideas, possibly the odd fight (at least if the Guardians had anything to do with it!), and she was looking forward to all of it. Weird to think that having Jedi gather from all corners of the Galaxy might feel like a holiday. And yet it did, putting aside that gnawing feeling that was buried deep in her gut.

She'd enjoy the rest of it later. For now, she'd chosen to direct her hoverchair to the main conference room where the meat of the discussions would be held: that was the part she felt would likely weary her the most, but it was important nonetheless. All voices are heard at a Conclave, and all must be represented here. That much made sense, if little else around here did.

Her former student and his wife had already made their entrance, mingling with the others in this vast hall with an ease which surprised her. Thurion hadn't always been the confident man that she knew him to be now, but it was always a bittersweet thing for her to see. There were so many people here, though...it was hard to imagine that they wouldn't all get lost in a sea of sentient beings. This is gonna get chaotic. Will we all be able to stay silent enough to let one person speak when a hundred people have opinions they want to share? It was going to be a long day...

Her hand gently pushing against the control yoke of her hoverchair, she directed the repulsor-driven vehicle over towards where some of the senior Jedi of her own faction were gathering, Thurion and Coci at their head, standing facing an older Jedi that had a familiar sense to him. The one who summoned us all here. Yes, that much was unmistakeable: there was a touch of purpose to him, something in his presence that spoke to more than simply being another Jedi here. Interesting.

"Greetings, Masters," she said to them as her hoverchair approached, bowing her head in a short facsimile of the traditional acknowledgement of one Jedi to another. "Nice to see that we're all on time. Have to set an example to the students, huh?"

 

[Kei Amadis]

Inside the Conference Room
Others in Proximity: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]

Entering in behind the galactic alliance group, Kei took his place beside Coci and off to the right of his Master’s side, strong grin given to Teynara, he placed his hands behind his back linking hand to armored wrist, formal as he often was at this occasions. Here as protector and guardian today, hopefully the speeches would be handled by those such as Coci, Thurion or Teynara, the first two he knew well, but the last whom he’d heard much about! At least that was always the plan he walked into these rooms with....

Looking up at new faces and old, Amadis turned to his own Master and friend Coci, because you never stopped learning as a Jedi, today perhaps most of all for whether they could pull this off, he was hopeful. Proud of the turnout. “Promising,” Amadis remarked honestly to the three of them, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

Not for a very long time had he thought it possible to see so many Jedi faces in the same room looking toward the same goal, not for almost a decade of his own life outside the netherworld, and much longer for some here free of it. Whatever their methods or personal ideas of how to move forward, it was inspiring to see them gather, for just what the future might hold. Looking on Kei remained silent, but it didn't mean he was not listening intently, encouragingly hoping to assist.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Training Area | Indoors
Other PCs in the Vicinity: [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"]
All Blame for this Post Goes To: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

The Jedi were selfless.

For more than a thousand generations, the Holy Order of Jedi Knights had exemplified service before self. They wanted for nothing. Their needs, meek. In victory, they were humble. In defeat, they were gracious.

...and if anyone believed that there would be a gathering from all the different Orders, Traditions, or Conclaves and they wouldn't take this opportunity to show off their Academies, they were drinking waaaaaay too much of the light side kool-aid.

So demonstrations were set up. Nothing formal, more an ad hoc assembly of demonstrations. A feather push tournament hosted by a Jedi Academy from this world here, which if giving a few younglings also helped advertise that their Jedi School was better than this other Jedi School... that wasn't intentional at all. An Art of Movement obstacle course. A Force Jump competition.

A few Academy instructors were even talking about a Republic vs Silver Jedi Forceball game.

...for pure fun, of course. So that the younglings could run out their energy, rather than standing around being bored while the adults all talked.

So what had the Kaadu Clan of the Silver Jedi Order come up with?

The small green Nautolan was gently pushed out onto a training mat. Nervously, the child's hands were wringing the silvery object that he held, as his expressive, dark eyes swirled with apprehension as he found himself in front of a few on-lookers. "Hi..." the youngling began softly.

The sound of silence. Hesitating, the child turned his head to look back over his shoulder. The lightsaber instructor off-stage was making a motion with both to indicate for the youngling to continue. Looking back out at the other people present around the lightsaber training area, the child swallowed. The gills on either side of his head flared as he breathed, the stubby head-tendrils quivering slightly with the stage fright. "My name's Zak," the boy said. "I... uh... I'm 9 years old an'... uh, I'm from the Silver Temple, an'..."

And what?

Turning back, the child's head tilted slightly as it was a moment before he was able to interpret the off-stage charades of the lightsaber instructor from the Silver Temple. Then the boy's head-tails perked up as realization kicked in. "...oh! An' my master is [member="Nefertari Sovint"]!"

How could he have forgotten that part? For some reason, the name and its many associated memories helped to lift some of the butterflies from out of the child's stomach. Holding out the curved, silver and black device in his hands, the youngling announced, "I made this lightsaber an'... I'll... I'll be, like, demonstrating Form Two. Makashi."

Lowering the lightsaber down, the child started to finish setting up. Then he popped back up for a moment to add. "...I hope you like it."

Holding Riptide in his left hand, the child's right dipped into the broad belt he wore over the simple, aquatic tunic. Producing a thin multimedia device, a HoloBoy, the youngling knelt down at the floor near his feet as he called up the digital music library and selected a song to go with the rhythm of his lightsaber velocity.

As his hand came away, his finger returned a moment later to activate the music.

Spoiler: The Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrG4TEcSuRg​

As soon as the beat dropped, the child passed the lightsaber from his left hand to his right. Rotating his wrist forward, then back, the youngling bounced up on the balls of his feet as he started to limber up for the velocity. Head moving with the rhythm, the youngling toss the lightsaber back to his left hand, and then tossed it behind his back.

...his fingers slipped as he tried to catch the weapon, fumbling with it for a moment as it went tumbling from out of his grip.

Like a hacky sack player, the child's foot lashed out, catching the weapon on the edge and bouncing it back up to his hand. Covering the mistake as best he could, the boy shuffled his feet with the motion of the music as he re-positioned himself to try that again. The lightsaber went from the right palm to the left, then tossed behind the boy's back. This time he caught it.

Now they were in business.

The lightsaber burned to life, the distinctive snap-hiss lost to the child's ears as he immersed himself into the snare of the bass and the resonance of energy radiating from out of the krayt dragon shard. The blade was intensely white, the edges glowing silver as the child brought it up close to his face. With a flourish, the boy cut an X-shape through the air, signaling the Makashi salute as a training remote floated out across the stage.

Never breaking from the rhythm of the beat, the boy wove an intricate series of movements timed to the twin bolts fired by the training device. Not the simplicity of Shii-cho, or the close sweeps of Soresu, these moves seemed to cut through the air with a finesse belied by the complex footwork.

Popping and locking to the left, the youngling passed the silvery baton, then tossed it behind his back a third time. This time, he popped and locked to the right as he caught the still ignited weapon, bringing it's snow white blade up from below as he swatted another training bolt. And then stepped through in a circular pattern that intersected two more bolts. Pressing the attack, the boy pushed the training droid back across the platform as the boy advanced from behind a rapid series of strikes which lashed out with the flick or flourish of the youngling's wrist.

When the droid's proverbial 'back' was against the edge of the mat, the small Nautolan began moonwalking, shuffling his feet so that he was walking backwards. Shutting down the lightsaber, the boy alternated between activating and deactivating the weapon in an application of what was known as Trakata to Makashi.

When he had returned to the center of the mat, the training droid had given a loud, warbling chirp to indicate that it was done.

Planting one foot behind the other leg, the green-skinned youngling spun around, executing another Makashi salute before shutting down the lightsaber and bowing toward the audience as the last note of the song played. The entire velocity had lasted less than 4 minutes, but had felt like more than twice that to the Nautolan.

He hoped that Master Neffy would be proud of him if she saw that though.

 

[James Justice]

Conference Room

Perhaps he should have skipped grabbing that second bottle of ale on his way over. But James had a feeling he would need it if he was going to make it through this meeting well--alive? He generally couldn't stand Jedi--they were too preachy. And the smuggler had a feeling he would say that before the night was over unless the alcohol had its magnificent work--he was sure he would probably fight someone too before this was all over.

The near-human walked across the compound, hands in his pockets and with a rare scowl on his face. His sunny disposition was dampened by being in a whole building full of some of his least favorite people on earth--Jedi. Granted they weren't as bad as Sith, but in his opinion, they weren't angels either. Most were too high and mighty in his experience as well as closed minded. Their idealism was an alter they willing sacrificed people on and worlds were often little more than stages to perform or fight "holy wars." Well, here he had a chance to convince them to help change that streak. If nothing else, he could walk away with more booze.

For once the smuggler stepped in quietly. His usual vibrato was subdued by a desire to be respected to a degree. Or at least have the robe wearing, saber-jockies consider what he had to say later on. Lighting up a cigarette and quickly wreathing himself in smoke he looked for familiar faces.

[member="Sasha Voss"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Inside the Conference Room
Others in Proximity: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Kei Amadis"]

A shiver paved its way up Chevu's spine. The Mirialan Knight suddenly found herself increasingly uncomfortable. There was a disturbing presence of dark energy nearby. By the core, there better not be kriffing dark siders here. This was a meeting of those who considered themselves an aegis of the light. Of course it wasn't her show, but in her opinion, it wasn't a place for people who twisted the Force in ways it shouldn't be used.

The dark side lead to evil. If a line didn't get drawn in the sand, the Jedi were no better than the Sith. If Chevu saw dark siders present, she would arrest them. The militant Knight swore to do her job, even if others didn't.

Bodies flowed into the conference room, signalling that the meeting was about to begin. Chevu took a seat along with the others, panning her gaze around the room. Other than Master Voidstalker, she didn't recognize anyone else.

 

[Arage Bao]

Training Area - Indoors
[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Fennec"]

" 'preciate it, Merrill." Fennec didn't really... talk as much as she made tiny gestures and expressions that told him everything he needed most of the time. The little urchin had turned into his ward. He wasn't entirely sure how it happened either, one moment he was pondering on giving her up for adoption with the Rekali Clan, the other they were looking out for each other in the small ways. Would have lied if he claimed not to enjoy the little bits of companionship.

He took an inquisitive look at Fennec, trying to disconcern if anything had changed.

"You feeling better there, champ?"

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Witchtown - Port Spardock
Heading towards the conference meeting
[member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Avalore Eden"]

He perked up, hearing the voice of the former Jedi Healer. Turning to her, he smiled, scratching his cheek as he took in the view of her blue jedi robes. "One doesn't need to collect art in order to appreciate it..." A smile that persisted. "Life, after all, imitates it."

He turned, hoping that she was intent on walking with him. He hadn't seen many friendly faces in this place and he didn't expect an eager reception. Not with the face he wore. "The vendor said it was a temple. It wasn't. It was a library, one from my childhood on Arkania." He looked towards the towering praxeum, the power emanating from it was overwhelming. He found it curious, the Jedi Order. That when faced against such a prevalent force as the One Sith, they hadn't taken to this convocation sooner. The Sith were united, by and large, and the Jedi should be better then that.

"Until the Sith are overcome, I don't think it will be safe to visit Arkania. Not with how close it lies to the border of their domain. But Arkania is important to me and is important to Chevu. Destin and Armaud wont be able to visit Arkania until they are much much older, but they should be able to experience the planet in their own ways. Paintings, stories, holo recordings, which ever caters to them when they come of age." He frowned thoughtfully, mind quickly drifting to the Mirialan. Feigning a smile, he looked towards Avalore and nodded approvingly. "The Jedi robes suit you. I'm glad to see you here. Things like this can only benefit from your level head." He himself wore a brown armorweave robe.

He didn't have the heart to describe his knowledge of Reverance's intent. The Wrath had always desired to wipe out the Adasca family on Arkania, the family with which Gabriel descended. And in that fear and looming intent, he worried that his children would never truly be able to visit his homeland.

 

[Amz]

Headed To The Conference Room

Others in Proximity: [member="Ilias Nytrau"]| [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]| [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

Her booted feet rang in the vast, open space of the Temple entrance hall as she headed for the turbolift that would take her to the conference room. Chiara crossed her arms, fidgeted slightly, as the turbolift hummed softly and bore her to the second floor. She winced at the stop, brushing back a stray strand of red hair that fell from the bun she'd pinned up that morning.

She'd only ever been here a handful of times when she was not away on assignment, and it had always seemed a special and mystical place. Now, it felt different, it seemed more like a bastion of hope, that within its walls differences would be laid aside, and a solution would be determined that could counteract the encroaching darkness for the good of the Galaxy as a whole. Was it naive optimism? Perhaps. But Chiara, and many others, she assumed, clung to that hope.

Inside the room she found her Master and friend, Ilias Nytrau, then turned her gaze in a different direction, noticing several other Jedi whose faces were unfamiliar to her. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling, but she still managed to force her legs to carry her forward and into the midst. Seemed like the meeting would be starting soon.

 

[Placeholder 04]

An old house hidden in an artificial forest on the world of Ession...

Cyril had wanted to come. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. The ship refused to fly, and the force sang of something else entirely; something foreign and malevolent. He could not leave his meditations now. Doing so would be a disservice to everything that was happening on Yavin today. Someone needed to keep 'watch' while the more prominent Jedi discussed the future.

He'd lost his respect long ago. He had clung too much to the old ways, and paid dearly for it. His voice could not be allowed at this conclave by his own mandate. Still, it gave him some hope that things were starting to progress.


The Jedi Master had been subtly urging his fellows from each of the orders to come together for years now, and at times it had seemed his efforts were in vain. It seemed that his doubts had been baseless - the order could become whole again if the other masters were willing to cooperate. Arrogant teachers afraid of losing their power had held this back too many times in the past. Each thought they had their own way to bring peace to the galaxy; to destroy the Sith. In truth, they had only served to further the fragmentation of the order and allow this sweeping darkness to take hold of the core worlds.

But that evil was not what Cyril felt today.

He had a comm open to watch the proceedings on Yavin, and if he wished to speak it would be possible, though that was quite unlikely. He would observe this entity to perhaps prevent whatever it was trying to accomplish, and in doing so keep the important people on Yavin from having to deal with it, whatever it was.

"Don't start going at each other's throats, please."

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Training Area - Indoors
Nearby:
Primary
[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member=Fennec]
Tangential
[member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Yavin IV. Jungle moon to a gas giant, and the entire place steeped in lore. The history here went far beyond the time of Palpatine's New Order and the New Republic, back to Exar Kun and further. It was so long of an entry that he'd barely had time to skim it, and had focused primarily on recent history. The place now fell under the Mandalorian government, specifically the Rekali clan, who at least nominally supported the Jedi. Support enough, at least, to allow the Jedi to operate a Temple inside one of the Massassi Temples. The same one that had been Luke Skywalker's Praxeum, as it happened. There had been a time where a Gray Order had been allowed, but they had been evicted and the Jedi allowed back in. The Temple was now a part of the Jedi Academy Network and hosting a Convocation of Jedi from various orders around the galaxy. History didn't just reside here, it was made here, and that process was ongoing.

Not only was the place ingrained with history, it was also strong in the Force. Many jungle planets were, but this one seemed more so. Maybe it was how much the Force had been used in the past - the Massassi Temples were supposedly designed to focus Sith Magics, Jedi had been trained here, and so much more - maybe it was just something from deep within the planet. The origins didn't matter, that was an issue for the scholars. Nevertheless, with so many Jedi present plus the planet's natural Force energy, , things felt thick.

The place was close enough to Cholganna that he felt comfortable. There was the jungle, both familiar and unknown enough that he wanted to go exploring. The Temple, different in design but similar in 'feel' to the one on Voss. And the people...lots of people. Mandalorians, Jedi, and hawkers all. Crowded but not uncomfortably so. The Sephi had piloted his own freighter - he was starting to think of it less and less as stolen - to the planet. Piloting more, even with the help of the astromech, made it that much simpler as time went on. He wouldn't last thirty seconds in a dogfight, not yet anyways, but if he could get where he was going things would be easier.

Security was covered by the Rekali clan, thankfully. Audren had to wonder if it was just him who'd considered what a coup it would be for the Sith to strike here. Didn't even have to be present, they could bombard the planet from orbit and wipe out a whole slew of the galaxy's trained Jedi. But he needn't worry about that. Instead, he wandered inside. There were training areas here, ones open for anyone's use. He might pick up a few useful things even if the convocation didn't pan out how the leaders hoped. Given the attendees were mostly Jedi and the situation fairly secure, Audren simply wore his normal robes, his lightsaber, and his vibroknife; no blasters.

In one area, Zak was putting on a demonstration of his lightsaber learning. To some very odd music too, it seemed. Siobhan was practicing her telekinesis with some rocks; the amount of effort he felt coming from that room was impressive. What really caught his eye, however, was the class on "instinctive astrogation" and the starmap inside. He grabbed a few of the datacrons from a table to peruse later, then leaned up against a wall to listen. Close to the door, as it was, that way he could leave quietly should the lesson be less than informative.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Indoor Training Area: [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Samael Rekali"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] @Fennec

He could be representing the Jensaarai at the conference, but after a discussion with his father, he was told not to. This was a Jedi conference and it was not their place, even with this new alliance between the Jedi and Jensaarai. That left him wandering around, watching and listening, learning from others. He stood out from those with more traditional backgrounds, as the only thing marking him as Jedi related was the lightsaber on his gunbelt, hanging right next to a blaster pistol underneath a pilot's coat.

He looked more like a pilot than a Jedi, because, in fact, he was. He paused at the different lesson tables, absorbing what he could. Word was that even the famed Jorus Merrill had reappeared and was teaching on instinctive astrogation. That would be something to learn from, but he wasn't feeling a lesson at the moment. Learning was its own thing that you didn't need a teach for. Life was its own teacher and nothing was quite as effective.

That didn't stop them from showing off their own school, however. That much was obvious. He couldn't find any competitive flying simulators yet so he'd stand back. Maybe get a swoop race underway. Push these students beyond the level of their abilities. The Sith were weak when it came to air superiority and space combat. If they strengthened that that advantage and fought intelligently, that could deal a crippling blow to their ground assaults as well. A pity Coren wasn't here. He'd heard there were some good drinking places nearby. Excellent places to gather together a bunch of pilots.

He stepped aside a grizzled man, younger woman, and someone who appeared to be ill. "Howdy, folks."

 

[Avalore Eden]

"Does it?"

The Healer lifted a brow at the man, "I was under the impression that art was an imitation of life."

In all its many forms. She could faintly remember dance lessons and recitals at the tender age of twelve. Back then she was nothing but a spoilt girl living in the lap of love and luxury of her family on Corellia. Now all that remained was the remnants of a broken toe, healed but now slightly crooked, and the fading memories of a place that had quite literally fallen into the seams of the galactic ether.

Avalore smiled reluctantly, falling in stride beside the man. They made their way in to the Academy Temple, en route to the conference room.

"I've never been to Arkania," she admitted, though she hadn't been to many places in truth. She perked at the mention of names - the twins? "Did...did Chevu give birth? Force, has it really been that long since our first dinner?" Hadn't seemed like it. Felt like only yesterday Stali was asking for their coats and Gabe was cutting potatoes for the stew, "I wish I would have known, I would have been there for her. Helped..."

Performed all those Healer duties. Suddenly she was questioning her decision to wear the robes again. She'd been terribly sad to wash the tea stain from the front--images of Manaan haunted her so. Hiding the rising anxiety from her expression only succeeded in making her look irritated, which wasn't far from the strange surge of emotions presently bubbling up from the pit of her soul where the robes were concerned. Gabriel wasn't the only one feigning a smile, thinly and less convincing than his own, "Thanks."

Level-headed. Her brow knitted at the thought.

"So ... are you taking the twins then? Sounds like you have everything planned out."

A stray glance was given to the entrance of the conference room as it loomed ever closer. Weh. Her timing was terrible, as usual.

ENTERING CONFERENCE ROOM
[member="The Revenant"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

 

[Quietus]

Training Hall
[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Samael Rekali"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Roth Tillian"]

Boop.

Grey eyes falling cross to watch the swinging crystal, Fennec gave a sneezing sniff in response. Nope, not the space sniffles. Though, with a curious touch to her forehead with her hand, the headache had gone away.

Sniff sniff.

"You feelin' better there, champ?"

"Howdy, folks."

Sniiiiiiiiiff.

Slightly less miserable. Fennec rifled through her jacket pockets and produced a tiny beeping mouse droid that appeared to have been scorched at some point. She offered it to Mara.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Training Area - Indoors
Nearby:
Primary
[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"] | [member="Audren Sykes"]
Tangential
[member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Other Relevant Parties:
[member="Ilias Nytrau"]
Clothing/Appearance:

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Julius hadn't at first intended to visit this "council" on Yavin IV, really. A famed diplomat or orator he was not, more a man of action and doing... To be honest, this council would go the way of most such things in his opinion. There would be a lot of talking, that would turn to arguing over who was in charge and who had the one true idea. Julius snorted at that idea as he walked through the halls to the training grounds. There was no true path really, the important part was the moon, not the finger pointing at it. There was some great master of Atrisian swordplay that said that, Basho or something was his name. It struck a chord within the Corellian, that you must always be careful to not confuse a noble beliefs righteousness with the way you went about enacting and bringing that belief about. Just because you professed or lived by a noble code made you no better than your enemy, if you were a monster in achieving it. After all, as famously said "Only the Sith deal in absolutes"... The irony of that statement was likely not meant by Grandmaster Yoda, but it did not escape Sedaire one bit.

Striding into the hall, he pulled down the hood of his mantle to let it pool about his shoulders, revealing a face more wearied than before, but with a hope and a light to its' eyes. The quick trip to Corellia had reinvigorated a part of him that he hadn't known was withered, and he had shaved and showered and put on a odd mix of traditional spacers' gear and bits that spoke oddly of the Jedi Order. The mantle looked like the traditional brown outer robes of any Jedi of the Republic, but dyed a deep green hue and clasped by a worn and weathered (and quite genuine) Jedi Credit. He had [member="Micah Talith"] working on some based on this, made of bloodsteel from Corellia... But this one was a symbol, and symbols were important in the missive he had undertaken. To spearhead a revival of the Corellian peoples, and gather together their history and lore and the occasional trinket or relic like the credit he had turned into a clasp. In that end, he had revived the Corellian Jedi, or was in the process of it... Their ways and ideals needed to be represented, and so he was here.

But he was not in the Council meeting, and that itself should send a clear message... This meeting was important, vital even, to the galaxy and its' safety. Doubts, however, were fairly shouted at the odds the aspirant Battlemaster gave their chances of success. And so, perhaps impudently, he had grabbed a likely looking young fellow from the local town, and sent him with a handwritten note in a sharp, angular hand that still was neat despite it's insistence on old fashioned cursive script. It was simple, brief, and to the point. The very brevity should serve to reinforce the ideals he hoped whoever read it needed to realize he and his were about.

"We Stand Ready. We Remember, and Will Not Forget."

There was no signature to the note, nothing more than those curt words. From the sparse handful of Jed-Creds his expedition had gathered, he had spared one, affixing it to the letter with a blob of green wax to the back of it. The credit may or may not be recognized by whoever read it, the boy who took it certainly seemed confused. But a tidy payment and promise to show him a demonstration of lightsaber techniques after the meeting had sent him scurrying off to deliver the note to the council, which he would no doubt would be doing so about now, just as Julius stepped into the training room. Eyes still with that easy mirth lit on Mara, an acquaintance of his from the Underground. Maybe a friend, it wasn't exactly a precise science with Julius really. If he wasn't actually cautious because of her family name, he would have likely shamelessly flirted with her, despite the moderate gap in age. But something told him that would not be wise in the least. Especially now, as he saw Jorus giving the demonstration. Jorus was a man that gave him pause in a way few could, not out of fear or caution. Out of a deep respect, almost and idolization in some aspects.

Leaning against the wall casually, he gave Mara a wave, nodded to Sammael, and gesture with an empty hand to say he'd be glad to take any 'classroom materials' that were present. A saber jockey through and through, he learned best by just doing. But he had only one ship, that a retrofitted and modified YT-2400 courtesy of [member="Coren Starchaser"]. Credits to replace his beloved Turhaya were not forthcoming either really. Not with the resources he was expending in trying to restore the Green Jedi to their former glory. So learning all he could academically before applying this astrogation stuff was a wise enough ideal. Resting his left arm at the waist, the vambrace he wore digging against the butt of his MP1 pistol from the quite talented @Rusty. A battered, scarred and scorched lightsaber hung just past it, a simple tool with not a hint of ornamentation really. A hand reached up and tugged the mantles front forward and down, exposing his face as he listened, wondering what would come of this meeting. And if he could actually talk to Jorus, he could use a moment with the man about his own missions.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Entering Conference Room:

[member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Chiara Viren"]

Maybe she was right, maybe it was the other way around. Or maybe the back and forth made it hard to sort out. He liked the idea of that, that the beauty of art and the beauty of life were so similar that it might be hard to tell the difference.

"I'm sorry that we didn't have you there to help. I'm sure you would have been able to..." He said, somewhat ashamed that it hadn't occurred to him. The fact of the matter is that Ava, and even Meeristali, were some of the only friends he had made in the Alliance that came without tether to former notions of identity. They were merely there and he appreciated that simplicity, the clean slate and ability for growth. He appreciated the anchor they could provide and hoped they could continue to provide. As she asked about his intentions towards the twins, he smirked and looked towards the Jedi Healer.

She was the sort of friend that he felt he could depend on. But even more than that, beyond the feelings of her being able to help and to heal, she felt motherly. He had never asked her about chances in the past, to be one, but he assumed that she would have made a wonderful mother. And he knew that he wouldn't make the best father. He was too taken by wounds of a prior life, he was too fixed on making things right. And he was sure that his life would end in a resurgence against the Sith, he had no doubt. There was no harm in that pragmatism and in fact, for Destin and Armaud, it felt like a blessing disguised in melancholy. "No, I can't take the twins. Not without Chev...Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that."

As the doors opened, he looked towards the congregation and exhaled, placing a hand on Ava's shoulder and smiling. "It can wait until after the convocation, if you'd like. But I need to ask a favor of you." With a gentle squeeze, he eyed the group quietly and removed his hand, walking over to the refreshment table. Green tea, he filled a cup and sipped from the steaming fluid. This wasn't really his place and as he nestled the painting between arm and chest, he stood quietly and waited for the conversation to move forward. His eyes drifted towards the Mirialan before looking back to Ava, wondering if she would take a seat for this discussion. She had a presence that would provide stability. Gabriel, on the other hand, would teeter towards invoking animosity. And he mourned that truth.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: The Conference Room

Before he could take his seat, another called for him, someone he didn't recall having met before. Either way he offered the man a nod of his head while listening to his request for an audience. "Certainly," he replied, head turning towards [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. "Save me a seat?" he winked and placed a quick kiss on her lips before joining [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] a bit away from the others. "It seems I am at a disadvantage, friend. Might I ask your name, Master Jedi?"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

"My apologies, your reputation proceeds you I'm afraid," Jacen replied with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Master Jacen Voidstalker from the Jedi Order on Sullust. A good number of yours have come to our aid when we've been in need and joined us on the run at coruscant.

"I wanted a word about the library network. The access to the three great holocrons has been re-keyed since Jorus stepped back," Jacen said, sliding open a very secure looking case.

"Two cards, one for access, one control card. The control card has biometric security and a passphrase and is tied to an individual. Corvus has one, we have one, the academy keeps one, so I've been looking for someone from the silver sanctum for the last."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: The Conference Room

Thurion listened to the man's words with great interest, yet was caught a bit off-guard when the mention of the library network was made. This was a conversation he had not imagined ever having. "You honour us, Master Voidstalker. The Coalition will safeguard these keys with our lives, if it comes to it. The Sith will not have it." He bowed and accepted the case into his care. "This token of trust will not be in vain, I swear it."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

 

[Pinda Solthar]

Conference Room

She'd received word that a Convocation had been called, an opportunity she could not miss, especially since she was recently appointed to the Jedi Council; a situation she was still trying to wrap her head around. However, ever since the schisms Shmi had been lost amongst the crowd, so many of her mentors went left and right and yet, for her to have been said to be extremely wise...she couldn't find her footing. Instead she hid within the shadow of her own hope that one day things could be mended and she could set foot in a unified order.

Times seemed to be changing, she thought maybe things would be moving in the right direction. This convocation would be the start, and not only was she here to just 'be' among the Jedi community, she was here to serve as a representative. This task, made her slightly anxious...much of those present were active long before she achieved Master, some serving during the Old Sith Wars, an era to which she served as a padawan.

However, it wasn't her inability to keep up with the others that shook her, it was her knowing many of the others. For her to have had a decent tenure as a Jedi she hadn't many associates, this would perhaps be a stepping stone; into meeting others. Since she was on her way to Dantooine, stopping at Yavin wouldn't be much of an issue. She walked the halls of the Academy, maneuvering smoothly around other Jedi, and witnessing faces that she, of course, had never seen before. She entered the Conference room and looked about...she finally found an empty seat while the others begun to fill.

She occupied an empty row and sat in the middle, her legs crossed and hands placed smoothly on her lap. She looked around scouting faces, watching others speak. This only saw what hope she had increase; it was possible.

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[member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Thurion's rather heartfelt response was more than Jacen was expecting. His right hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he tried to form a suitable response. Instead he gave a firm nod and carried on speaking practically.

"If the access card gets lost, lock it out with the control card and we'll send another. If the control card is lost, two of the others can be used to lock it out of the system. If the control card and the individual its locked to get lost, let us know really quickly so we can lock it down.

"Anyway," Jacen added, the pitch if his voice raising as he raised his eyebrows. "We need to talk about securing some comm relays between our facilities, but it looks like this is all about to get going so perhaps best we take our seats. It's good to finally meet you," he said, offering his right hand.