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

[Nubica Felidae]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

She was familiar with the Jedi Master now. Near death experiences will do that to a Padawan. Except, she was a Knight now, and kept forgetting the fact. As she browsed the food and picked at random pieces of meat and bread, she sipped on a soda and wondered why more weren't availing themselves of the buffet. For a moment she wondered if this was for after the debate, but she clearly remembered being given an option.

So as she walked, she responded to him in kind, able to forge the link further than with an average Jedi, given what they'd been through. 'I'm fine,' she thought, knowing he could sense her emotions as well as what she was actually thinking. 'Just need to be a bit more relaxed. I'm hoping to meet a few faces and don't worry, I won't show anyone up. I'll be on my best behaviour. I promise.'

She was of course telling the truth and he'd know, so there no point in lying. Nor did he have to know the reasons she'd been on edge. In the grand scheme of things? None of her business. But she wished another Jedi would at least show their face so she'd feel less awkward, eating here alone.

 

[James Justice]

Conference Room--Listener's Balcony
Tags: (none indicated in the listener's balcony--so I'll try to tag everyone if thats ok)
[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="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="The Revenant"] I [member="Ilias Nytrau"]


James watched the Jedi begin to gather in their seats as the call to order was given. He got comfortable in the padded chair, letting out a haze of smoke. Did they allow smoking here? Eh, he didn't care. And if they didn't it was the least of his crimes. Sometimes--a lot of times--serving the people meant breaking the rules. The spacer fished his flask of ale from his pocket and took a swig. Did they allow alcohol either? Eh, it would be fine. If they complained he would offer them some.

James' mind rolled over the times he had spent with Jedi. He knew some of these faces bellow through reputation alone, but most he had no clue about. That was fine, they were the big shots. They were the high-fallooting, high steppers. Some it was clear in their clothing. He furrowed his brows as a puff of smoke went from his lips. Jedi robes were so expensive to make, and only Jedi wore them, so why were the so drab? A pompous saber-jockey once told him it was because it reflected their humility--but was it really humble to spend a down payment on a speeder for a set of threads when there were entire families starving in the Outer Rims? Was that genuine humility? Or would real humility be dressing like him; the regular folk?

He was ready for this to begin and things to be over, that was for sure.

 

[Kitani Corandel]

CONFERENCE ROOM/ LISTENER'S GALLERY


Kitani listened in to the Jedi Master had to say and would promptly get up to the listeners gallery. A cozy area where people with no representation would sit but at the same time be able to listen in to the main discussion. She stares around the area and would pick a seat to simply stare off into the round table, there were other Padawan but she payed them no mind seeing that they were probably there for the same reason. She simply watched as the speaker took the floor.

< Let see what they offer, i hope we can all come to a agreement > she thinks


[member="James Justice"][member="Nubica Felidae"][member="Teynara Jeralyr"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Conference Room Table

Just don't tell them the joke about the Mynock and the Wampa, I don't think they're ready for that one yet. I'll come find you for a chat after we're done here. Then again that might be in three days.

"Master Nytrau," he said quietly, just below the hubbub of the crowd as they settled. "Are we going to try and firm up the objectives for the meeting first. I fear that unless we start with small goals we'll be here a very long time."

Jacen was slightly out of his element in these open forums. The firm hierarchy of the military was strict, but it was efficient.

[member="Nubica Felidae"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Banquet Hall
[member="Nubica Felidae"]

Once his interactions with the padawans in the sparring area had come to a close, the Jedi Master had released them onto their own duties for approximately one hour. If they were wise, they would elect to utilize that time to eat and rest in preparation for the next evolution. There were many things one could say about a warrior and a principal attribute was the understanding that rest and food were priceless. After all, there was no telling when such luxuries required to survive would be unavailable to them.

In accordance with this concept, Marcello entered the banquet hall perhaps twenty minutes after leaving the sparring area to clean himself up in his temporary quarters. Upon entering the room, Marcello noted the presence of another Jedi and offered the young girl a subtle nod of his head. Almost immediately, his attention was redirected to the spread as he quickly began assorting a number of items on a plate. For a while, he drifted silently about the area wearing a long sleeve black shirt and khaki pants.

Finding an empty table, Marcello took a seat and downed a healthy portion of his large water before tucking a few loose strands of long blonde hair behind his ear. With one hand, he reached for a piece of meat and placed it in his mouth as his other hand grabbed a small datapad out of his pocket. Exhaling softly, Marcello made a few quick notes on the most recent training sessions before stowing the device back in the same pocket. Though his time at the Yavin IV facility was limited to a short couple of weeks, he intended to give his two students a full appraisal prior to departing.

Fortunately, they both had time before the Apprentice Tournament to hone their skills in hopes of attracting the attention of a Knight or Master for the true start to their training.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Planet: Yavin IV - Jedi Praxeum
Location: The Conference Room - At the Big Kids table
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"]

Varus hadn't quite known which route to take. There was an observation balcony that he'd felt he belonged to more than that table or respected Jedi Masters, but he had also been one of three Jedi Masters who had come to represent the Council. He knew one of those seats belonged to him, and one to Corvus and one to Taeli. That was part of the design, and he certainly wasn't one go against the grain those days.


"Nose up, Taeli.", he told her as if to lure her eyes from the pages and words she often found herself immersed in. Had he not said something, he believed that she might very well have never moved as the others around her separated. Padawan left the company of their Masters as they split from one another and retreated to their own devices in the spectator's section while those made wise by age and experience found their ways to the table. Varus was no such wise Jedi, and certainly was not much aged, but one thing that he had plenty of was experience.

He took his seat, making sure that he took one in a less populated section in case Taeli or Corvus wished to neighbor him. As he got comfortable he felt himself compelled to say something, although it could have been just his nerves getting to him. Either way, he couldn't stop himself as he said,
"We of the Republic appreciate your invitation.", as something of an introduction for himself and the others.

Bowing his head after breaking the silence while the last few found their places, he waited for the one who'd called this meeting to begin...

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

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"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"]

He caught the glimpses of the Mirialan, returning a tilt of the head and a smile. She seemed concerned but for all Gabriel had heard of the combativeness of Jedi, this seemed somewhat affable. No one had made a stink about his appearance or his likeness to his brother, so small victories seemed to come in their own measure. Refilling the tea, he pulled out a chair and sat down, mostly because the moderator had told him to. What would make him stand out more than being the only one standing in a group of Jedi, sitting.

Sliding the painting next to the table leg, he sipped from his cup and threw glances towards Jacen, Ava, and Chevu. Looking back across the room, he exchanged eye contact with whomever was willing, searching for that micro expressions of shock. Testing the waters, he looked back to the moderator and leaned back in his chair. It was a good chair, maybe when he got his own office he had to get one of his own. He contemplated asking the moderator if they were for sale. Maybe he'd wait until after the convocation.

 

[Pinda Solthar]

Conference - Round table
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Ilias Nytrau"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"]

She was surprised, but proud to see that her Padawan decided to tag along and take part in the Convocation. There weren't many and the community she would be exposed to was like no other. She gave her one of her warm smiles, when she stood up to move towards the round table in the center of the room; this would be a learning experience for them both.

Moving closer along with the others she noticed that Corvus was able to make it after all, her role here would be just a vital as everyone else's and they were all content with her decision to make her presence and support known for a cause that could affect the entire Jedi population. She walked past, and gave her a welcoming nod hoping to sit near her or the others at the table.

She wasn't picky about where she sat, while she figured it'll be good to sit with the group she was representing, in the event that wasn't the case she accepted that she may get to know some of the others. She grabbed the closest available seat, near her were a couple of empty seats that were likely to be filled given everyone present. She nodded to some of the others establishing her friendly intentions.

She smiled to Coci, one she hand run into a while back. One of the more familiar faces she was able to resonate with during her brief time there.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Conference room
Present: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Shmi Labooda"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Kei Amadis"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Avalore Eden"]

"Huh?" she asked, looking up from her book to see everyone going down to the main conference table. She hadn't even realized they were getting ready to start. Whoops. With a sigh, she closed the book and tucked it under her arm and lowered the glasses to rest on the bridge of her nose. Getting up, she couldn't help the smile as she sensed her sister had actually made it after all and she made her way down to the table as the moderator directed.

Sitting next to Varus, she looked around the various people here ... pausing as she looked at a man that was very similar in appearance to the Wrath ... but he felt different. A clone or long lost sibling? A mental shrug to the query, and she placed the book next to her chair. Blinking, she made sure to add a note to her glasses's computer to remind her to pick it up when the meeting ended.

As Varus stated the shared greeting by the Republic Jedi team, she kept her silence for now. She didn't need to say much right now after all, maybe once the proceedings began, then she might say more.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Nubica smiled. She’d once tried to embarrass him with ever more risqué jokes — but had failed dismally. In fact, she’d grudgingly accepted that she was the more likely to blush — but they’d never pushed the level that far. Or was it that low?

Regardless, she smiled at his reference to the one about the Wampa. That was very, very rude. And she mused that the conversations might last for days. All the more food for her then!

And as she conversed, she sensed the presence of her Master there. [member="Varus Shatterstar"]. For, as a Jedi, she considered the man that took her first as a Padawan to always be her Master. Even though she was now a Knight.

Which was when she realised another had wandered in for the food. She vaguely recognised him, but could not tel if that was from Ossus, Sullust or somewhere else? He had a face you ought to remember seeing and hair most girls would die for. So she nodded in response and watched as he piled a few items on a plate. A protein kind of guy, clearly, and water too.

He had the bearing of a guardian, but looks were often deceiving — she was a case in point. And glancing around, she realised that to ignore him would appear rude, although sitting next to him might be encroaching in his personal space.

But she cared little for the latter — they were Jedi after all — so she stocked up on some more meat, grabbed a fresh soda and wandered over.

She was going to ask if anyone was sitting there, but caught herself in time. They were the only two present.

“Mind some company?” she asked, before pulling up a seat. If he was working on something, he had an excuse to tell her to scram. Not that she would automatically pay attention. She could be quite annoying like that.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

[member="Nubica Felidae"]

Marcello sensed the young woman's approach long before the complete thought had probably formed in her mind. Then again...it only appeared to Marcello as if it was him sensing her movement. In truth, it was the ever-random, ever-irritating manifestation of techniques he was attempting to add to his repertoire. Add wasn't the right word...perhaps forcefully shove into was a more accurate description. Ever the creature of feeling and improvisation, he'd never much been one for mastery of the more subtle, arcane manipulations of the Force such as seeing into the future.

If it could help him prevail in a fight, he'd learned, employed, and practiced it practically to death. His curiosity into skills he'd never really had much of a knack for could certainly be blamed on Kiskla. Specifically, Kiskla and all of her constant yammering about the things she'd learned from Grand Master Yoda's holocron during her stewardship of the device.

As the words left Nubica's lips, the Jedi Master lifted his glacier-blue gaze to meet her. Marcello gave...no immediate response seeing as the young woman was intent on assuming the seat anyways. "Yeah. I would," he stated rather matter-of-factly. A thin smile, however, quickly formed on the Naboo native's lips. "However, seeing as you're clearly the only other person on this rock that knows not to pass up a free buffet when it's offered, I think I can suck it up."

After quickly wiping off his hands, he extended a long arm across the table to the petite woman. "Marcello."

 

[Jsc]

The Conference Room
Listener's Gallery

Karen Roberts of Lothal took her seat in the Gallery and got comfortable. It did appear the Jedi of the galaxy were here to discuss a new type of togetherness. Fascinating. She could hardly say no to such an invitational, if only to come and spectate. Nearly nine years ago she herself had been invited to take a vacation from The Jedi Order of Tython. Spending the next decade of her life amongst the Navies and independents of the galaxy. Enjoying the Jedi Code as only one independent from major Jedi Orders could. However, today the Jedi were once again of like-mind and like-purpose. Gathering together not just the largest factions of the galaxy, but some of the more light-sided stragglers as well. The Jedi Peacock included.

"Well. I dare say. This should be a fabulous listen-in. ...And look at all those impressive faces down there. My my. Karen my girl. Where's your poor camera when you need it most. Good grief."

She gave a witty smile to herself and snuggled in for a listen. This was going to be fun.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

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

Julius smiled at Darius for a moment, and then chuckled, gesturing to those assembled with an easy hand as he began to talk. Overall, he trusted most everyone in this room as much as he trusted anyone. Some of the "high and mighty" in the conference hall were honestly in his estimation too full of themselves, their 'rules' and who was telling who what color of robe to wear and how many inches to incline their head when bowing to Master So-and-so. Not all of them... But enough of them to give him pause and worry, and doubt if this whole shindig would really be anything more than a giant laugh once all was said and done.

"Darius, this room in particular has some of the better Force Users I know of in it... I'm not sure you could call them Jedi, for some of them... But they are all undoubtedly good men and women. Undoubtedly of the Light, but less hampered by government and rules. It is important to remember, dealing with absolutes is a dangerous thing in morality, though it is useful in youthful instruction, easier to grasp and internalize. But black and white can be damning, in some ways, to the one declaring things...

Morality is not really shades of grey, as some would say. But it is hardly a stark line in the sand between Black and White, or Good and Evil... Some who stand on the side of the Light would do and sanction terrible atrocities to eradicate the Sith. And truthfully, if they do, are they any better than what they fight? And I have known some Sith who would not harm children or women, or the elderly or unarmed... Still undoubtedly evil, but those of that codification of morals are perhaps ones that could be redeemed, rather than cleansed. It is important to not become that which we fight trying to vanquish them."

And with that mini speech done, he gestured to Darius that he could follow if he wished, and moved forward a bit to be seen, before clearing his throat to call out to capture Jorus' attention.

"Mister Merrill, when you have a moment after instruction, I have something that might be of interest to you, and could use advice on..."

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Nubica smiled. You could take the boy from Naboo, but you couldn’t take Naboo from the boy. His accent was clearly reflecting his travel around the galaxy but there was enough for her to take a wild guess.

“Naboo, right? My parents were from Theed and set up home near the Caves of Eleuabad, on the banks of Lake Paonga. It was a small village, if you blinked you’d miss it. My father retired early — when I was very young. Figured the rural life would suit us.”

“And I’m Nubica. Nubica Felidae,” she said as she shook hands. “Which Order are you with…or are you more of a free spirit?” Her interest sounded genuine, infectious almost. “And I’m guessing that if you could be pigeon-holed, you’d be considered a Guardian. A Battle Master maybe? I ask as I’m always looking for pointers.”

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Training Area

[member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Well, that was certainly something. The padawan fell silent as Julius gave his explanation on morality. He'd heard similar things from some masters, and then he'd picked up on the opposite from others. It seemed many people in the various orders, united or not, shared the same views on both sides of the argument. Darius was comfortable with where his old master stood. It was an opinion he could support.

"We'd never have those lovely Dathomiri dancers back on Sullust if everything was black and white master," the boy snickered as he walked alongside his adoptive father. He'd made it clear those present were to be trusted and respected. Being a padawan, just about everyone was above his station, and when Julius called out for Jorus, the boy bowed his head in deference.

"Friend of yours?" Darius asked quietly. The boy had been living under a rock for the past three years - he didn't know much of anyone.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello arched a curious eyebrow as he plopped another piece of meat into his mouth. The Jedi Master chewed casually with his mouth closed as [member="Nubica Felidae"] finished up her brief background in connection with his home planet. To be honest, he'd always found his accent to be far less noticeable than that of his brethren whom had never really left Naboo. He'd found that to be the case with most Jedi he met though...the frequent travel and more or less constant time away from home could do that. The exception, of course, being various inflections that were more a consequence of race than locale.

By the time Nubica had finished speaking, Marcello had finished chewing. The large Naboo native dipped his head in ascent but with an expression that said something about series of statements was not quite accurate. "A Guardian, yes. No Battlemaster at this table, however." Leaning back in his chair slightly, Marcello managed an easy smile. "The key prerequisite for any such position is wanting the position. I leave such pursuits to those that hold it as a goal. I'm merely here to do what I can for the people that cannot do for themselves. I would think adopting a tether to responsibility for lightsaber training across the spectrum of an Order would be a bit...counterproductive to that. What about you, Nubica? Do you fancy yourself a Jedi Battlemaster one day? Despite my personal feelings...it is most certainly a position of importance."

Marcello did not answer the question about which Order he belonged to simply because...it was precisely the thought process that would forever keep them divided. He was a Jedi, and he would fight for all of his Jedi brothers and sisters the same as he would innocents. That was the only reality of his allegiances and support that mattered. The New Jedi Order, as the newest to the collection, presently best represented his preferred methods for addressing the problems of the galaxy.

For a brief moment, Marcello's mind was taken back to several, several years ago. The flurry of meetings that occurred in the wake of the One Sith's devastating emergency onto the galactic scene at the expense of Coruscant. That had, perhaps, been the very closest he had come to accepting any formalized leadership position. Master of the Order... Foolish. He would never have been able to maintain the stringent standard by which he routinely judged all other leadership, despite his very best of efforts.

It was never a case of Marcello thinking he knew or could do better. Quite the opposite. He knew that he was, in fact, not good enough. A sharp blade was great in combat, but an unwavering pen, unimposing though it may be at times, was more applicable in those coveted halls. Marcello was most definitely the former.

He merely yearned for those with the gift to push forward and be the leadership all Jedi needed. Maybe...just maybe, that was happening in the Conference Room not far away.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Round Table Via Holocomm

(Posting this to move the thread forward.)

[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"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Kitani Corandel"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] and everyone I missed.


Cyril was listening, and he was growing impatient. Yes, he was a Jedi Master, and yes, he often preached patience to his students. This, however, was a special case. The previous meeting of the Jedi had been held up by people deliberating and not making any decisions. He was quite aware that many had no idea who he was, but there were enough people at the table that, at the very least, respected him enough to listen to his words.

And so Master Grayson's robed figure appeared in one of the vacant seats via holocomm.

"Masters, forgive me for my physical absence, and my intrusion here. There has been a shift in the force, and I am monitoring it," the cloaked figure drew back his cowl, "Some of you know me, others do not. I am Jedi Master Cyril Grayson. I have fought in just about every battle with the One Sith since the war's inception. I do not represent any particular group of Jedi - I represent all of us."

No one would listen to him if they had no idea who he was, after all.

"This convocation was called for a handful of very particular reasons. Our orders are separate, and while that brings me sorrow, I understand change would be slow. We are not asking you to give up your traditions, your names, or your holdings. We only ask that the orders understand that, despite cultural or geographic distances, we are all Jedi," the comm flickered, "We should act like it."

"Our training programs should not be restricted to small groups. Masters should be able to train students from every corner of the galaxy. Our technology and knowledge should be shared with all Jedi. We should fight for the good of the galaxy, not to expand the borders of our respective galactic powers."

He paused for a moment. You could only talk so much without taking a breath.

"Our academies, archives, and military capability should be shared by all. For too long we've been divided." He shifted his gaze to look at each person at the table, "I would propose that a council made up of the leaders of each group, along with a number of representatives voted by the order in its entirety, should guide us."

"Silver Jedi would be able train on Sullust if that was their wish. Members of the Republic sect would have access to the tools crafted by the alliance Jedi. Padawans from the Southern Systems could learn under Masters from Coruscant. Silvers would work alongside Jedi of the Republic in defending their worlds, and vice-versa. We should be unified."

Talking, talking, talking...

"These are only my ramblings. You lot are the ones who will make the decision whether we unite, or whether we do not. For the sake of an old warrior whose had to choose between friends far too many times because of this issue...please consider it."

 

[Nubica Felidae]

She nodded as he spoke. She’d assumed his role of Guardian correctly, but not the role of Battlemaster. But whereas she’d naïvely considered it a post based on skill-set, he’d clearly approached it from a responsibility viewpoint. She had to admit she hadn’t thought of it that way before, but his words had merit.

“Me?” she laughed softly. “No, not me. I’m too selfish to be one. I enjoy the flexibility and freedom of missions. I shall train those who ask and need it, and take a Padawan in time — but to echo your thoughts, I couldn’t imagine being a saber teacher and only a saber teacher. Not for a week, let alone a lifetime. And I’ve been with the Jedi Order and now the New Jedi Order. Maybe in time I’ll move on again? Or simply wander the galaxy? Or maybe they’ll figure some other plan.” She jerked her head in the direction of the main hall.

“Talking’s best left to those that like that sort of stuff. Me? I just like to be out there…anywhere, being active.”

“So…do you have any Padawans here?”

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Round Table

Chevu's back stiffened at [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]'s paternal scolding, but his words did make her stop fidgeting. She supposed that he was right. The Mirialan Knight was here to represent the New Jedi Order and she needed to put her best foot forward. But what did fidgeting matter if most of the people in the room would be able to sense her raw nerves in the Force anyway?

She smiled at [member="Avalore Eden"] as Jacen took his seat on the other side of her. "I'm glad to hear that you and Meeristali feel at home on Sullust. Perhaps after the conference, we could grab a bite to eat and talk, just the two of us." When Avalore asked her for Jacen's name, her green lips made a surprised "O" shape. "Sorry, I thought you two knew each other. That is Master Voidstalker, one of our Marshals," she whispered, cognizant that the speakers were beginning.

Chevu stole more glances at [member="The Revenant"], wondering how he was holding up. Surprisingly, Gabriel wasn't being gawked at the way she had suspected that he would. For someone with the same face of a high ranking Sith leader, he wasn't making much of a stir for whatever reason. Perhaps that was for the best. The Jedi had business to discuss and a derailment would only cause the conference to stretch endlessly into the evening. Maybe [member="Coren Starchaser"] had the right idea, taking a trip to Csilla instead of coming here. While the Jedi were busy talking each other's ears off, the Sith were out there taking worlds and who was stopping them?

Suddenly, Chevu realized that she was swimming in her own head. Drowning, more like. With a long sigh, she shut out her thoughts, and focusing her attention back on the convocation, began to listen the next speaker.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Location: Training Area - Indoors
Nearby: [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Samael Rekali"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Fennec"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Darius"]

Well, that about did it for the instinctive astrogation lecture. He'd been talking and taking questions for about an hour now, and the Padawans were getting fidgety.

"Right," he said, looking around. No hands. "Well, looks like we're out of questions. If anyone's got a pressing need to know something I know, hit me up once I'm done talking to Sedaire."

He'd caught Julius' eye with a nod when the younger man called for his attention. As people milled around, taking pamphlets and gathering to the Star Map, Jorus slipped through the crowd and rendezvoused with Sedaire and Darius. "How's it, Sedaire?" he said. They didn't really know each other personally, but friends in common, that sort of thing -- the way it always worked in the Underground. He nodded to Darius, who he didn't know. "So what is it that's got you gents buzzing?"