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

[Varus Shatterstar]

Planet: Yavin IV - Jedi Praxeum
Location: The Conference Room
Present: [member="Ilias Nytrau"]| [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]| [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]


He'd been there for almost an hour and he'd never felt more out of place in his life. When Corvus had requested him on the Jedi Council, he hadn't known what to think, and when he attended his first meeting with the other Jedi Masters still serving the Republic he realized just why. He was far outclassed...

He'd been far outclassed then, and he was far outclassed now, but at least then there hadn't been so many to make him feel so insignificant in the grand scheme. As it was, he wasn't sure how much that he could contribute to the Jedi Council, and now at this mass Jedi gathering, he didn't believe that his words would carry much weight. After all, he was a far cry from the Jedi of old, and without a doubt his often cold expression and statuesque way of standing was not the most easily approachable. He knew that, but he also knew that he was most comfortable trying to blend in so that he could observe. He knew that it was wiser to be silent and let others share their opinions before garnering your own. Especially when you hadn't been one of those who'd deemed it fit to call this very meeting.

The Blonde Jedi wondered where the others were as he stood there among the other Masters, some greeting one another and some just like him, standing in silent contemplation. At that time, he would have been ecstatic if he'd have seen Corvus trying to glance over one of his shoulders, only her violet eyes to see which would curiously scan up to his face. He would have appreciated seeing Taeli Raaf, her facial features often stoic like her sister's. Even that little pink Twi'Lek he'd found himself out of sorts over, if she would ever even bother attending an event like this. He knew she wasn't there, but he also knew that she was well aware of this gathering, and needless to say he would be impressed if he saw that pretty face watching him from across the room.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Unsure
Nearby: Nobody
Tangential: None
Kind of close but not within touching distance (even with the Force): Not anyone
Close enough to be noted but not actually placed on a map with a grid reference: Still no-one

She sat in her ship — well, not strictly hers, more of a rental, but the owners knew she had it for sure…well…probably.

Nubica cleared her throat.

She sat in a ship and sat there wondering. The computer was set for Yavin IV. Every Jedi that was a Jedi would be there. New Jedi, Silver Jedi, Republic Jedi, Jedi without affiliation and no doubt others that were part of an Order she’d never heard of.

Yet she hesitated, with her finger over the button that would send her into hyperspace. She was one of a growing number that could be described as a New Jedi as well as a former Republic Jedi. So…was it guilt that held her back? No, it wasn’t that. She wasn’t bothered to face her comrades that still saw the Republic as their home. Even her Master knew what she was up to.

No. In truth it was the location that bothered her. She’d fought for the Republic before. She’d seen Republic soldiers and Jedi alike die at the hands of Mandalorians — helping the One Sith for the promise of coin. She was a Jedi — and didn’t sell out for a piece of silver. And she’d been on Ruusan when the Mandalorians attacked and killed more Jedi. For more money.

So…deep down, she felt that entering their space as a guest was an insult to those that died. She was not the sort of Jedi to turn another cheek. But she had been convinced that no Mandalorians would be present. But why hold it there, of all places?

She was now wracked with guilt. To attend and dishonour those that died. Or turn back now and dishonour the living that were doing their best to bring the Orders together?

She closed her eyes and punched the button. She felt, rather than saw, the ship enter hyperspace. She didn’t cry…or worry about those that had joined the Force. Nor did she fear for her own morals or honour.

No.

She feared for any Mandalorian she might meet there. She went in peace, as any Jedi should. But she was a prophet. And she foresaw the future. And in the future she saw Mandalorians…bleeding.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Sparring Area

Marcello briefly cast his gaze skyward as another arriving vessel streaked overhead. The momentary break in his visual contact with the two padawans clashing in front of him passed quickly as he lowered his head. He had, naturally, heard of the convocation occurring this day on Yavin IV, but it was not the reason for his presence this past week. The Jedi Master had only recently returned to the galactic conflict on any scale at the urging of his better half. Prior to this, however, he'd contented himself with time in solitude on Kiffu with the family he never thought he'd have. Interestingly enough...for as much of a 'celebrity' as the mother of his child had been only a rather short time ago, things had passed just as quickly.

He...honestly couldn't have been happier. The last thing he needed was every Jedi from every corner of the galaxy coming to wish her and the baby girl well. Still, Marcello's return was centered around a very real understanding. Much of the politics of the galaxy were all too foreign to him now. The Jedi Order had finally started to gain their own footing without the huge shadow of Republic politics looming over them. A Galactic Alliance had formed...hoisting ideals that he knew all too well. It even seemed as if the Silver Jedi were officially on good terms with those they splintered from so long ago.

Then there was the Network...an organization he remembered to be sure, but he'd never had the chance to truly take his part. That would begin to change now, of course. Yet still...he suspected the reality of war would suck him away from the all too important duties of instruction before long. So...here he was...making use of every bit of spare time that he could. In the true light of his life of sacrifice, he'd had to leave Kiskla and their daughter for a time. He also knew that Kiskla desperately wished the roles were reversed...him on Kiffu changing diapers and her traveling the galaxy, teaching and fighting.

The padawans sparring in front of him were quickly reaching a stalemate, but it was all too evident that one of them had more...comfort with his training saber. Marcello could see the next several moves probably before the padawan even conceived them. Calmly, he intoned a simply command. "Enough." Stepping forward, the Jedi Master did not smile or offer any words of consolation to the obvious weakling. Why? Because appearances were not everything. "Tell me what you did wrong." Bright blue orbs flicked between both of the students. "Both of you."

Politics were left for those with designs on architecture and structure. Marcello, perhaps, had once been that way. However, through the years of continuous trial and error, he'd long ago accepted a simple truth. Jedi, regardless of minutiae of creed or aspiration, need only safeguard the weak and defenseless against the tyranny of those that would take advantage. Marcello was precisely where he needed to be, helping to shape the future warriors for the cause.

His skills certainly did not lie in diplomacy. They all had their roles.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]​

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Location: Conference Room.

She had excused herself from Thurion and Jacen to allow them to speak in private and took the opportunity to speak with Knight Jeralyr before the talks would begin. Once they would Coci will return to her position at the table. She found her way through the ever growing crowd of Jedi, giving her smile to those that she knew and those that she did not until reaching Teynara.

"I am glad to see you could make it Teynara, I hope you are mending well", she had heard of the injuries sustained in a fight against the One Sith, and through the grace of the Force and the actions of the SSC Jedi, Teynara is able to be here now.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Location: Training Area - Indoors

Nearby: [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]


Darius wasn't really ready to attend something like the convocation. His opinions weren't particularly strong in any fashion, he just wanted unity, for whatever that was worth. He'd fought alongside members of every order, learned from them, made friends - it was all just one big order for him. He was not experienced enough to have any say in the actual conference, and he knew if he sat down to listen he would be fighting the urge to speak the entire time. That was just how he was.

Instead, he'd opted to visit the training area. He knew a few folks. Zak was a friend, and Master Sedaire was an old teacher that he valued tremendously. The rest were strangers for now, though he suspected that would change in due time.

He couldn't help but snicker seeing Zak's performance. The little guy had made a bit of headway.

"Master, I hope your efforts with the Corellian Jedi are going well?" Darius spoke in some form of a greeting as he approached Julius. He rarely had the chance to see his old teacher, and he place great value upon those rare times. "I don't really know any of these folks -- do you think this thing is a good idea?"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

TRAINING AREA - INDOORS

[member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Darius"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]

The Star Map filled the massive chamber with a holographic representation of the galaxy. Jorus had been, by this point, running the session for a while. A hand went up, and Jorus wound down.

"Master Merrill?"

"Yeah?"

"So, I got digging in a Saesee Tiin biography, and I was wondering. Is instinctive astrogation about finding a clear path with your gut, or is it about meditating so hard that you shove mass shadows out of the way?"

"Well, both. Depends. Look, most of the time it's just a matter of getting to a state of mind where you can recognize your gut feelings and know they're the Force. It's closely tied to precog and danger sense and all that. You do a blind jump wrong, you're dead. Your gut'll tell you that, if you trust it. But look, space is empty. Look at the Daragon Trail. That's one straight line from inside the Deep Core to the Sith worlds. One jump, made blind, with really good instincts, by someone who didn't know he was Force-sensitive but had been doing instinctive astro for years. So instinct alone'll get you a good ways.

"The mass shadow thing is the other side of it, and that's why the question's a bit of a false dichotomy. Because most of that happens by instinct, too, if you're sufficiently in tune with the Force. Your presence, your forward focus, is what'll clear things out of the way. That won't let you go right through a planet's mass shadow; you'll still get the same 'go around, or don't jump at all' feeling in your gut. But it'll smooth out a lot of the tangles. That's something you grow into as a specialist and a Master. Ultimately you end up like Saesee Tiin -- great example -- who could pull a slingshot around a planet as he dropped out of hyperspace. That's insane precision, getting that close to a planet, that far into its grav well and the edges of its mass shadow, without wiping yourself off the map." He'd pulled that off once or twice; the Second Battle of Taloraan had relied on it. "Basically, focus on instinct and the smoothing-out-hyperspace stuff will come more or less naturally as you grow in the Force. Remember, Master Tiin was a specialist and a Jedi Council member. He knew what he was doing.

"Any other questions?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

CONFERENCE ROOM


A sidelong glance that was trying desperately not to appear wilted was given to [member="The Revenant"] upon his apology. It was nothing, she told herself. It was not personal. Stop making it personal, Avalore. The fact remained that while she and Stali might've been Gabe's two untethered friends, Gabe and Chevu had become some of Avalore's only friends outside of her students and Stali. The desire to cling was a strong one, especially since it was not often that they saw one another - divided as their purposes within the Alliance were.

"It's alright," Avalore replied finally, "clearly she's still in one piece and so are the twins so I guess I can put a bit more faith in the Alliance Medical staff."

You're not Chief Healer anymore, after all.

"No, I can't take the twins. Not without Chev...Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. It can wait until after the convocation, if you'd like. But I need to ask a favor of you."

She'd been mildly distracted by all the unfamiliar faces ...save one of green off towards the middle. Avalore felt a lurch in her stomach. Like that feeling you get when you're not sure if you left the stove on at home or not. She couldn't place the discomfort because the stove was most assuredly off. Current technology had automatic safety settings in for just these sorts of reasons.

Say what you will about the Jedi, we're a forgetful sort about these menial things.

"Favor?" the Healer gave Gabe a double glance, had she heard him right? She nodded, "...alright. Afterwards."

He was off for tea and she watched him longingly for that familiar cup of reprieve. No tea, not yet. She had to find Chevu first and, you know, listen to the discussion. The former would prove to be quite a bit easier to accomplish than the latter. The green-skinned Jedi Knight stuck out like a beacon amidst all the otherwise pale faces. Even the color had faded a bit from [member="Meeristali Peradun"]'s usual bronzey tone. Living underground on Sullust hadn't exactly agreed with the Felacat and Avalore wasn't want to disagree with those sentiments. She didn't care for it either.

We Jedi don't see enough sun... Avalore thought to herself as she made her way over to [member="Chevu Visz"], bypassing those standing nearby chatting to take a seat without any formal invitation.

"Hmph," she began, setting her bag aside, "I had half a mind to buy enough Kasha crystals for the entire congregation so we might all be able to focus on the task at hand. Sadly I don't have enough credits," Avalore offered Chevu a wane smile, looking the younger girl over with friendly concern, "how are you?"

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Banquet Hall
Objective: Meet and Greet
Attire:

Spoiler

Sasori Ranger Armor, Utility Boots, Sasori Harness
Ranger's Field Pistol
Blue Blade Lightsaber

Near: Random NPCs
Close By: More Random NPCs


Xander made his way towards the Banquet Hall very much ready to be eating something more than the heap of Crap issued to the Rangers. A Combat Engineer and to Engineer Clone Troopers walked a few steps behind Xander. They stopped just inside the door of the place the Troopers letting out a soft whistle. Xander smiled looking over his shoulder.

"Now now behave you three." "Last thing I need is you chasing around Padawans looking for a good time."

They smirked rolling their eyes at Xander the Combat Engineer retorting.

"Come on Commander when have we ever................................................never mind don't answer that."

Xander laughed clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Exactly." "Now shall we grab something to eat or stand around looking like stone statues."

He stepped forward towards the nearest table looking over the choices. He glanced to his left as a female padawan started to turn her nose up at him until she noticed the saber clipped to his belt. Then she gave him a quizzical look. Xander smiled with a chuckle.

"I take it you have never seen a Padawan in Armor before?"

He glanced back at his men as the women moved on starting to pile up food on his plate. He had no clue what half of it was but then again he reasoned it could be any more dangerous than fighting in a Balmorran sandstorm.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Inside the Conference Room
[member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="The Revenant"]

As her green hands fidgeted in her lap, the Mirialan let out a long sigh as she waited for the conference to start. Anyone that knew Chevu, knew that she wasn't much of a talker. The militant Knight preferred actions over words, and patience wasn't one of her strong suits. She turned as she felt the presence of Gabriel entering through the main doors, and her heart skipped a beat, which it always did the first time she saw him. She was nervous around him, and unsure of where they stood with one another. She naively thought that things would be simpler after the babies were born, but somehow, they had gotten even more complicated. And then there was her situation with Coren, muddying the waters even more. It was almost impossible to take her onyx eyes off of Gabe where he stood by the refreshment table, but when Avalore Eden took the seat next to her, she peeled them away.

She smiled at Avalore, who always seemed to have a calming presence about her as Jedi healers often did. "I'm well," she lied, then let out a chuckle. "As well as can be expected for being in a conference room and not on the front lines." There was an awkward pause that Chevu was anxious to fill.

"I hope you're still finding Sullust to your liking," she quickly added. "We are grateful for healers, a rare breed among the Jedi."

They were the most words Chevu had spoken all day, and even in those statements, she couldn't bring herself to talk about Destin and Armaud. There was too much guilt there, too much self-doubt about her role as a mother. She felt as if they didn't deserve her. Every now and then she still glanced Gabriel's way. She was worried about him, and how those at the conference might treat him for who he resembled. Cold comfort, at least people weren't shooting at him.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Heading to the conference room
Objective: Be a representative
Those present: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] [member="Kei Amadis"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Shmi Labooda"]

She had never been to Yavin IV, but she had been finding the whole experience exactly as she had hoped. Seeing the old temples, the place where the Jedi had once been reformed in Luke Skywalker's time, she had been engulfed by history ... so much so she had lost track of time and had a feeling she was running late to the meeting. She had promised her sister that she would help represent the Jedi Order here ... well at least the Order they were a part of.

Her face in a book she had purchased from Witchtown about the local history, glasses perched on top of her head, she entered the conference room and settled in next to Varus ... all without looking up from the page she was on.

"Sorry I'm running a little late," she said. "Got wrapped up in the history of the place."

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: The banqueting hall
Nearby: Nobody…yet

She exited hyperspace and rushed to the location before she changed her mind. She wasn’t the traditional sort of Jedi — a place to learn was a place to learn. Others might have marvelled at the history of this place, and she begrudgingly accepted there was a certain ambience that these old buildings simply exuded. But she wasn’t here to sight-see.

As she exited her ship, she wondered why she was here? Because it was the done thing? To be an upstanding representative of the New Jedi Order? Maybe.

Personally she wanted to mingle. To meet souls she’d never even heard of, let alone met. But she was picky. Many were heading to the conference room, but she figured it would be a place to listen, not talk, so she kept away. Plus it seemed to be overcrowded already — everyone wanting a voice. She would allow her elders and betters to speak for her. She did. at the end of the day, trust them.

She considered the training area but shuddered. She was on her best behaviour and would avoid confronting a Mandalorian if at all possible. It was their planet and she was a guest — like it or not. But a thief and a traitor? One of those was supposedly her own kind? She’d left the Republic. She’d recently left the Jedi Order. But that didn’t wipe her memories. It didn’t make her care less about the pain they’d suffered — at the hands of someone they’d trusted.

But it was above her pay grade in truth, and as a lowly Padawan, who would listen to her ranting? So she decided it was best to avoid confrontation and see who was up for some food.

She appeared slight at first glance, her near-black robes hung on an average frame. But she was a bundle of energy and ate voraciously. And right now…she was hungry.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The conference room
Objective: To be where she should be

He who lives by the sword dies by the sword.

Her father used to say that. It was one of his many sayings. She smiled…it clearly ran in the family. So here she was. A Jedi. And, as she so often said, she was one first, foremost and only. So she had to live by the Jedi Code.

And that morning, as she contemplated others representing the Order instead of her for a variety of reasons, she prepared for a lesson with the Younglings. And they say the Force works in mysterious ways!

The lesson was on one of the tenets of the Code. Namely, “A Jedi must put the needs of the community above the needs of individuals.” And what a hypocrite she’d be if she chose not to attend because of what mattered to her. So she grabbed the fastest ship and headed straight for Yavin IV. Her thoughts since were singular in their approach. The needs of the many.

Not that she was here to talk. Again her father had a saying…you’re given one mouth and two ears for a reason. But she would speak when necessary and listen at all other times. So she bustled in, a little later than she would have liked and glanced around the room, giving an approximated bow to all gathered and a smile too.
In this room she was but one voice, but she carried the thoughts and worries and concerns of many. And she knew, deep down, that every one of them would be answered. If not now, if not in full, then soon. For they were Jedi. And for all the galaxy wanted to paint them as different, it was what they had in common that brought them here today.

And would keep them united forever…and a day.

 

[Kitani Corandel]

Conference Room

Walked behind her master as she glances around the many Jedi that decorated the room. It was an overwhelming feeling knowing that she was about to witness history in the making. She was well on her way to Dantooine for the gathering and then the would be construction of her lightsaber, a task that had been put aside for much too long, but this was something she could not miss. She lingers for a bit before realizing that her master did go on ahead with out her, once again we find the young padawan running through crowd of attempting to avoid bumping into someone like all the other times (If someone wants to be bumped into just tag me, Kitani is frail )

Should she make her way, she would simply stand behind Master Shmi simply staring at the individuals having their own private conversations. She was well aware of her Master's position in the council so this could be a learning experience for her. She even saw Master Corvus in the distance, she avoided all urges to run up to her like a little girl.
< Amazing....This is truly a sight >

The girl felt at peace given her past altercations and could not help but smile.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Teynara Jeralyr"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Avalore Eden"]

“Stop fidgeting,” came the quiet instruction in Jacen’s deep voice. After he had concluded his business with [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] he had made his way to stand beside Chevu. A hand with fingers calloused from the grip of lightsabre and blaster alike touched her shoulder briefly as he sat down. The investigator in him read body language all too readily.

For some reason the veteran soldier had a relatively paternal attitude to the Jedi Knight. Perhaps it had started at that ridiculous public gathering Coren had called to shame her for her actions. Perhaps it was that he saw how lost she was, despite her focus on the war. Maybe he just needed a situation where, for once, he was providing the advice instead of wallowing in his own past mistakes.

“Master Eden,” he greeted with a nod, he knew her by name, but hadn’t yet exchanged more than pleasantries with the healer. Omari Rhen wasn’t far away and would take a seat shortly. Perhaps it would seem combatative to have the Alliance representatives sat together, but the atmosphere seemed relaxed so far. He caught site of [member="Corvus Raaf"] and tilted his head in her direction briefly.

Something plagued the back of his mind and he allowed his senses to drift out. He brushed against a familiar presence, felt a hint of strong emotions.

Is everything alright Nubica?

 

[Jorus Merrill]

TRAINING AREA - INDOORS

[member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Darius"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]

Another hand went up.

"Master Merrill?"

"Yeah?"

"What about flying, or walking?"

"Keep talkin."

"I mean, it's all the same, right? Flying a ship through hyperspace, flying a podracer, finding a good path to walk in the woods..."

"Yeah, it's really closely linked. All the same processes, all the same methods pretty much. Hyperspace is my thing, but my daughter Mara back there -- she's real good at things like...running obstacle courses she's never seen, or steering little boats around underwater rocks. Instinctive astrogation's the classic term, but it's navigation, orienteering, flying, art of movement -- I guess you can call it what you want. They say Obi-Wan Kenobi was so good at the small-scale stuff, he could run, dance, and deflect his way through massed fire from a few dozen droids that all wanted a piece of him. Knowing just where to step so a blaster bolt just missed him, that kind of thing. It's all of a piece with dodging mass shadows and hyperrifts. Means this whole thing's a lot bigger than just piloting, that's for sure."

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

OOC: CONFERENCE ROOM PARTICIPANTS! Please clarify whether you are sitting at the Round Table [Jedi Faction Leaders/Representatives] or in the Listener's Gallery [Everyone Else], with your next post, as we seat ourselves! From here on out, please only tag the participants in your area, until the floor is opened for questions. Thanks!

IC:
Location: CONFERENCE ROOM / Round Table
Tags: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="The Revenant"]

He would have given Thurion the answer he sought, but another was in need of his attention - no matter, the conference would start soon enough, once most of the persons he was expecting arrived. As such, he did open his eyes, but in meditative prayer he remained. This gave the impression of staring, his eyes were always wide when opened in the midst of such immersions. Not a common occurrence amongst Jedi (or most Force-sensitives, for that matter), but ones as old as he might start to toy around with the strangest little things when mortality passed the threshold from concrete to abstract.

Not until the representatives from the Jedi Order of Lothal started to arrive did he begin surfacing from his meditations, taking it slow, rising up from each layer of the deep until his communion with the Force was ended, and all that remained was the ever-present touch of it around him, as it was for all of their ilk. Gently, he placed the mug on the tabletop, almost entirely devoid of tea, making a soft tunk on contact. Finally, the chair pushed out and he stood, pulling a measure of the Force into himself; with a long breath out and his hands tented on the table, he billowed out the warmth of his presence to touch them all with a simple mote of a call to draw their attention.

"If you would all take your seats," he began, feeling the room start to quiet, "we are due to begin."

With that, he settled into his seat, pausing partway to look on the blonde Heavenshield.

"And to answer your question, Master Thurion - there are no seating arrangements. Sit with your own, or make a new friend; I trust everyone here will know what is best."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: Conference Room - Round Table

Taking his seat as the meeting was about to begin, Thurion sat down next to his wife and placed his hand upon hers while the other rested upon the table. The sheer amount of Jedi in one location was staggering, with every planet and species being represented. It did his heart good to see so many dedicated men and women come together and discuss the future, rather than begrudge the past. It reminded him of his youth when he first arrived on Tython and Coruscant respectively, seeing so many people doing so many things he could only dream of doing himself one day. He wished Asha could be there to witness it.

Sending a smile and a nod to those who would partake in the talks around the round table - most of which he knew in one way or another - he eventually settled his eyes upon his love and offered her an even wider smile. "This is a good day," he told her.

[member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="The Revenant"]​

 

[Avalore Eden]

Location: CONFERENCE ROOM / Round Table
Tags: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="The Revenant"]

Avalore reached a hand to Chevu's nearest arm, gently but firmly taking her forearm and squeezing it. There were no empathetic waves over the Force. No otherworldly warmth or mystical Jedi magic. It was nothing but a gesture of good faith, of reassurance, of knowing. Nothing but human to ...well, Mirialan comforts.

She'd been there before - in Chevu's shoes. Force, if only Chevu knew just how alike they really were.

"Of course you are," the Healer said in a low, confident tone, faint smile bridging her face for a fleeting moment before she cast a curious glance of earthy eyes around the room. People were moving into place, taking seats at the round table where they prepared to put on their best show for the body of Jedi they represented.

Who did Avalore represent? Not the Alliance. That wasn't her job nor her obligation. There were others here today who would do that honor. Avalore was here as a representative of a dying breed: the Healers. Her eyes settled on [member="Ilias Nytrau"] as the man came out of his meditation. For the briefest of moments they made eye contact and Avalore saw him not as he sat there as the wisened Jedi he was - but as the man she'd sought out those few years ago to put out the flames that had overcome her mind and heal the corruption that had taken her hands and blackened the back of [member="Hal Terrano"].

"Ahem..." Avalore withdrew her scar-covered hand from Chevu's arm, pulling it into the large sleeves of her blue robes where they curled reflexively at the memories. Another thin smile was given to the verte-skinned Knight, "you sound concerned that I might leave, Che. The Alliance is mine and Meeristali's home now, even if we'd prefer to see a bit more sunshine and ..." she glanced along Chevu's face, taking in the young woman's markings - they reminded her of the facial tattoos her late Master Moridena had, "green. Besides-"

Jacen Voidstalker took the seat at Chevu's other side with a greeting, "Master Eden." Avalore watched him over Chevu's shoulder.

"Stali is having far too much fun with his training and I'm always having to heal his scrapes and bruises...hello..." she nodded to Jacen politely before leaning in to Chevu and whispering, "Chevu, help...what's his name?"

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Conference Room.

[member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Chiara Viren"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="The Revenant"].

Only time would tell if it was to be a good day, but she sincerely hoped for this as well. At the very least the meeting could forge new friendships and strengthen already existing alliances with the other Orders. But one thing they would all agree on would be the need to stop the Sith in the north of the galaxy. They are unified, and so much the Jedi be in the years to comes. This needs to be an alliance of the Orders regardless of their difference and by this it is philosophies not argument. Her eyes found Corvus arriving and she smiled, it had been a while since Ossus, the last time she had met with her friend and before that they had stood side by side in battle against the very foe they will discuss today.

"It is a good day, I can only hope it will improve", she returned the smile to [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and laid her hand to rest on his. "Now we wait".

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Location: Conference Room

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

”It's a pleasure to see you as well, Master,” Teynara said softly, bowing her head towards the woman that he knew was partnered up with Thurion, her lips curving into a smile. They hadn't met, as such, but she certainly knew who Coci was – there weren't many in the Sanctum who didn't. Seems I know most of the family now, she thought, noting that she had also recently made the acquaintance of their adopted daughter, Nina. ”I'm not doing so badly, and I daresay I'd have been worse had Thurion not stepped in when he did,” the blonde observed with a faint touch of affectionate amusement present in her voice. ”Thank you for asking,” she continued, pleased that the other Jedi had asked.

She was prepared to further discuss matters with Coci – a little small talk never hurt anyway, even if some Jedi did think it a little frivolous – but Master Nytrau had then projected his presence around the room, gaining attention from all within in that subtle yet pervasive way that Jedi Masters often did. She fell silent long enough to listen, offering a faint smile as the instructions came forth, bowing her head in acknowledgement. I guess we’ll talk later then, Master, she thought, her blue eyes again directed towards Coci.

“Speak well today, Master Heavenshield,” she said, taking one last parting glance at the other woman, knowing full well the ritual-conscious tone of her words – this Conclave was important, and it was only right that the Sanctum be well represented. Can’t imagine anyone doing a better job than those two, Tey reflected. ”Hopefully we’ll talk later, once the meat of the conference is done.”

With that, she placed her hand once more on the steering column of her hoverchair and nudged the tech in the direction of the Listener’s Gallery, so that she might observe the Masters in discussion. I daresay Thurion and I will dissect it all later on, she thought in amusement. Besides, the gallery was where the real discussion would probably happen – after all, were not the majority of the Conclave’s participants going to be there, observing?