[Jedi] What they didn't teach you in Jedi History

[Coren Starchaser]

Ancestry. The Jedi and the Sith had it. There was a common world for the etneral war of the Jedi and the Sith. Sometimes the Sith won, with their overwhelming passions and military forces, other times, the Jedi were on top, with calmer heads, focused decisions, and the thirst for freedom in the galaxy. Ashla and Bogan, these two concepts originating from a common place. And all roads pointed to Tython. Yes, the Jedi homeworld as opposed to Korriban, but the world of Tython was a world of conflict, then and now.

Former aspects of the Galactic Alliance, only giving lipservice to the Alliance in Exile, were based on Tython, the ‘Tython Command’ as it were. Teaming with remnants of the New Jedi Order, and new comers from the Jedi Praxeum, Tython Command took in all those who were looking to side with the concepts of freedom, intelligence, and compassion. They were warriors but they were not consumed by their war. Unlike the others of this world, the Lords of Light.

The Lords were an outfit that made Coren feel like he wasn’t a warrior. Their intensity in wiping out the dark side made him almost jealous, but what was the cost? He wasn’t sure. The man knew a few in the Lords, some coming from the New Jedi Order when it fell, others from networking. But today, he was hoping to avoid them. What he had found was a temple, one that was ancient and seemingly untouched. A few flybys in his X-Wing had confirmed it, and he had sent word out for Jedi and supporters from all orders and nations to join him.

The temple had power to it, and he could sense kyber and holocrons, knowledge and items that could help the Jedi. And where there were Jedi, there were their sponsors, the governments behind them. The ones that could teach non-Force users to assist the Jedi, and where they were more useful than their enhanced counter parts. A series of corvettes had appeared around the world of Tython, some dropping freighters, others dropping starfighters as they made their way to the lush foliage. His white-and-blue X-Wing was sitting on the flat outside the main courtyard.

Lightsaber in hand, the man was looking more suited for adventuring than combat, he wasn’t sure if the dark side would appear here, but it was always a concern. He was ready either way. Stepping from the X-Wing, he grabbed one of the small hand-held probe droids and released it, letting it move ahead of him.

Objectives:
1) Come in, find crystals
2) come in, find holocrons
3) come in, learn the history of the Jedi Orders the original Force Wars of Tython through to the Jedi Coalition
4) Maybe you stumble on some forbidden knowledge, Sith teachings, or more advanced Jedi techniques and in your quest to learn or master this ability and knowledge you find yourself tumbling down an internal hole, struggling to find yourself between the light and the dark, not knowing which side will prevail

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

"Well met again, Master Starchaser," Tiland said as he ambled into the flat area outside the courtyard. "Always a pleasure to see you here on Tython." The old Jedi looked up at the temple. "And this is quite a find. Most interesting, indeed."

His staff tapped on the ground as he walked, but then he paused to observe the temple. The Force radiated from it and whatever secrets lay within. Crystals and holocrons. Perhaps some imbued artifacts. He was hoping for some ancient Jedi tea-recipes, but those rarely survived long, let alone millenium in a forgotten temple.

Still, who knew what could happen. War still simmered across the surface of the world, both Light and Dark, including those among the Light that he would be strongly opposed to and vice versa.

 

[Garza]

"Thalia, Keep us straight and low. Once I drop off, I want you to go back into orbit and stay away from any unmarked ship you find."
""And why are you just being dropped off?"
"This is the first time I have had any kind of call on this communicator. I don't know what will be going on, so I want to be cautious."

She didn't argue with me any further. I knew she trusted me, but would always doubt my decisions and want to find any source of a better alternative solution. Considering I had taught her to always question what I say, and everything she comes across, I didn't fault her for it. Having ingrained it into her mind from a young age. Moving to the cargo hold, I slipped on my mask and attached my glasses. Vaulting my leg over the top of a speeder.

Making sure it was configured for flight, I slowly moved the speeder up to the ramp of the Calrissian Class freighter. I flicked my hand to the right. Turing on the ramp to lower. As soon as I did, sirens began to blare loudly even over the howling wind as it rushed into the cargo hold. I watched as the trees began to slowly creep up on the ramp and the belly of the ship. Throwing the speeder into gear and launching myself out as fast as I could, I flicked my wrist again for the ramp to close as I began to quickly descend into the trees.

Lets just say that I was happy for my years of having own a fast speeder bike on Makrosia. Swerving left and right as fast as I could to avoid tree trunks and limbs. Descending to the forest floor as the sound of the freighter zoomed over my head and back up into the upper atmosphere. Thalia did her job well as I threw the bike into grounded bike form. The wheels closing together and dropping fairly hard onto the shocks of the wheels. Breaking to slow my speed enough to be tolerable and not going almost double the speed from the combined efforts of the freighter and the speeder itself. A finger touching my right ear,

"Notify when you are clear."
"10-4 Atheus."

I hit the throttle and made my way towards this supposed temple. Why? An old communicator I had when I was asked by a friend of mine to teach Jedi Students the... complications of the dark side of the force on Commenor had awoken and notified me of a presence on Tython. I was unsure if this was the King of Commenor contacting me again, or if someone else happened to have the frequency I had. Investigation was a must.

I just hoped that this was not a false alarm.

[member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Coren Starchaser"],

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Atheus Voidwalker"]

People think there's a romance to old starships. There's no accounting for taste. Maintaining an old ship, even something as small as a fighter, is like maintaining yourself over a certain age: complicated, time-consuming, awkward, painful, and smelly. I waved away acrid smoke from a bad fuse and popped the X-Wing's cockpit. Other Jedi ships were touching down, mostly starfighters and small freighters. Young bucks jumped or slid from their cockpits. Me, I used the ladder...

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...and looked up at the old temple. My knees started throbbing in anticipation.

"Joy. Stairs."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The ancient followers of Ashla all had similar cues to the current followers, the Jedi, Jensaarai, Potentium, the followers of the light. With his focus on fighting the darkness, the Watchman Starchaser was here to observe the past, and find the lessons he could learn from the past. This would hopefully assist him with the direction of Praxeum, and the way his forces within the Alliance in Exile, and other Jedi under his command. He didn’t want to mix his war efforts, and chasing of the dark side to the ends of the galaxy with the way the Praxeum carried on and was merely lending his skills and life as Jedi Master to the institute.

Looking around, he knew others were arriving, but today, he was focused. He had to chase down the history. Watching the probe disappear towards the temple, he greeted his long-time comrade. “Well met, Master Kortun. Bringing a crop of students, show them where we have come from.” He grinned to the Anzati.

“Its been a while since I’ve made the stop here, with the Lords being around…” He shrugged, they were on his side, but even they were a bit more rough for the Corellian. “We’re bringing more and more into the fold.” He was just hoping the ones who were getting calls through any kind of Jedi grape vine were the types he needed here. Folks who understood what his and his colleagues goals were.

“How has life been on this world?” There was that call in the back of his mind, an old Jedi. Someone he wasn’t familiar with, but that feeling in the Force was unmistaken. He looked at Tiland, curious if the other sensed it as well.


[member="Jend-Ro Quill"]
[member="Atheus Voidwalker"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra hummed as she walked through Tython's forest, a tune on her lips as she looked around and marvelled at the planet's beauty. She would tell the truth, wanting to move a temple to this planet but knowing the Lords of Light might find her practices and doctrine a bit heretical. After witnessing the little battle on Tython and recording its story for the future, she had a baseline understanding of the order that was on the planet.

But it was not them that had her here, and it was for that reason her ship remained cloaked and away from the others incase things went south. [member="Abigail Meredydd"] had been invited, along with the Togruta that Alexandra had taken on as a student. Both had been given the option to accompany her or stay on the ship, either would work for Alexandra, who was now climbing her way to the temple.

It was about half way that she saw someone infront of her, starting to smile and letting the force carry her through a fold in space, leaving her only a few steps behind [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], her humming resuming as she said nothing and seemed to appear behind the man.

If he reacted in any hostile way, she would just smile, and if he did not, that same smile would be there, but with a quick, and simple.

"Hello There."

 

[Garza]

Having been cooped up on Mandalore for quite some time, where laws and regulations against force use, gave me the depth and gratitude of not having restrictions put upon me in the open Galaxy. I once more felt alive in an otherwise stifling living condition. I had chose to take a back seat from the galactic scale wars and battles, staying home from adventures and missions that the other Traniees may have been taken on to study. Their entire life was taught to them over years, where as I had a mere fraction of a fraction to learn the same amount of information. That was my decision.

Now that I have gotten onto a speeder, literally fallen to the planet below me at high speeds, and felt the adrenaline racing through my body once more, I could feel and sense everything. Liberating was it, to be free of the shackles by a society that had been ripped apart by the force. I shook my head with an almost child like glee as I started to feel the presence of Jedi growing closer and closer. Any normal practitioner of our gifts may shut themselves to the rest. Hide who they were for fear, or for caution. It was just the opposing thought I decided to go with.

Opening myself up enough to show that I was not coming of ill intent, nor of any fight. Mere, investigation and confirmation. Feeling the Jedi, or at the very least, light sided individuals, proved that this was no hoax, but it did not answer all that I sought.

I slowed down to a very easy pace to close the distance and could see the bright stripes of light between trunks of the massive trees breaking through. A sign of an opening to the forest. I completely released the throttle now, and brought the speeder slowly out of the break, and into the clearing. My eyes playing along the landscape and the couple of ships that had landed, as well as a small group of personages that gathered.

I stayed some distance from them and brought my speeder to a complete halt. Turning off the engines, and parking it. Reaching up, my hands removed the glasses and the mask that I had worn to protect my face and eyes from the wind and possible debris, should it had been kicked up from my landing, or high speeds. I folded them both up and hung the mask on my belt. A fleshy hand running through my almost-shoulder-length hair. Nodding to each of those that showed up. Three men, and a woman. Never meeting these people before, I bowed my head ever so slightly.

"Apologies for the intrusion Master Jedi."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], [member="Tiland Kortun"],