Faction New Beginnings (Open to RNR)

[Lorn Reingard]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace
Tags: Open

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The early morning light, a soft gold filtering through Shiraya's Sanctuary, painting the ornate halls in a gentle glow. Lorn Reingard, his footsteps barely a whisper on the cool stone floors, couldn't help but rise with the sun. It was a habit ingrained over years of training with his Master, a man who believed every dawn was an opportunity to be seized. Yet, the familiar ritual felt hollow without him. The loss, a gaping wound in Lorn's heart, had driven him back to his home planet, a place that now felt foreign.

He'd bypassed his families home in the bustling city of Theed, instead opting for the solace of the Gallo Mountains, lured by whisperings of a hidden Jedi Temple. Though only a few days had passed since his arrival, the sanctuary had already become a haven. Lorn had chosen solitude, a necessary cocoon of quiet to mend his fractured spirit after a journey fraught with turmoil.

His bare feet guided him through the tranquil halls until he reached one of the Training Terraces, overlooking a valley swathed in mist. His linen clothes, simple and worn, draped loosely against his lean frame as he stretched, the cool morning air invigorating his senses. His eyes fell on a Bo Staff resting in the distance, a makeshift tool for his morning Kata. All of his personal possessions, including his lightsaber, his connections to a previous life, were left behind in his haste to escape.

A new beginning was needed, new tools and new foundations. Lorn had overheard tales of crystal caves nestled within the depths of the Gallo Mountains, shimmering veins of pure energy that could help him on the path to forge a new lightsaber. For now though, the humble wooden staff would suffice. He chose Form VI, Niman, its emphasis on grace and elegance mirroring the peace he was striving to find within himself. The staff, light in his hand, became an extension of his body, swirling and dancing in a fluid choreography. Each movement, each practiced swing, was a step towards a future that, while uncertain, held the promise of a new dawn. The Gallo Mountains, this quiet sanctuary, was a blank canvas, and Lorn, with his battered heart and newfound resolve, was ready to start anew.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Lorn Reingard | Zaiya Ceti | Open

The morning rays greeted Lysander as he approached; he stepped with a grace that contradicted his young age. A lavish tunic reflected hues of emerald that matched his eyes and cascaded down the Padawan's lean frame. Patterns along the edges carried hints of gold, suggesting noble lineage. His trousers comfortably hugged his legs, flowing as he moved. The boy’s soft gaze fell upon the Knight, who was training without any footwear. He quickly noted the relaxed stance, appearing grounded in the present moment, who also radiated the aura of a free spirit.

Trailing alongside the wall, he came to a halt. He unbuckled his leather boots and slipped them off. The cool surface beneath Lysander's feet felt like a new experience, giving him a better connection to everything around; the very essence of the Force seemed palpable in the room. Taking a deep breath, he was nearly ready to begin his own training. A faint smile formed at the corners of his mouth as he experienced both clarity and focus. Still, there was another pause as he observed the man's fluid motions with the staff; his expertise was easy to see. Though he didn't wish to break the Knight's concentration, he raised a hand from his side, waving it in acknowledgment. It was also to show his respect.

He chose a spot nearby that was mindful of others, where he could train without accidentally harming anyone. The curved hilt slid into his palm after unclasping it from his belt. It was more than just a weapon now– it was a symbol of his personal journey.

Soon, he began rotating his hips and arms, repeating the motions until he felt a deeper stretch. He then did a series of squats, getting himself ready. With his back turned to the wall, he ensured he was aware of his surroundings before shifting into the Makashi stance. Lysander's lightsaber hummed to life with a purple glow. From there, he began a sequence more focused on the fundamentals. A series of thrusts and ripostes cut through the air, each one precise.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Lysander von Ascania

It had been more than a few months since Zaiya visited Naboo. It was a beautiful planet, with warm seasons, one that the Lovalla Padawan was more than happy to return to.

Knight Corazona von Ascania had previously given the Padawan the coordinates of a small Jedi Temple on Naboo, called Shiraya's Sanctuary. She had indicated that the teenager should not share the information without asking first -- save for her Master of course -- as it kept its low profile for a reason. Zaiya, understanding the importance of this secrecy, had agreed to keep the information to herself, and her respect for the Jedi Knight and the security measures they had in place were held in very high regard.

A brief mission training with Master Iris Arani on Naboo allowed her to take the opportunity to come visit. Zaiya, always eager to learn new things and meet new people, was excited at the prospect of exploring the sanctuary. With her Master's permission, she took a shuttle with Domxite as her trusted Companion, her the rush of energy at the thought of a bit of day trip adventure making her bounce in glee.

After checking in, the Lovalla began to wander the grounds, enthralled by the sanctuary's beauty. There weren't many individuals around, but that was to be expected. Nonetheless, every now and then, colorful Lovalla would smile and wave at those she did meet.

It wasn't long before the teenager came upon a small training area. The hum and swish of a lightsaber drew her attention, a curious dapple of citrine hues painting her rosy golden skin.

Oh, who was there? She mused, perking also the attention of Domxite, the tiny paint splattered droid settled upon her shoulder. Zaiya's senses bloomed as she felt the nearby presence of another, and after a few more meters, she caught sight of a purple lightsaber in the hands of a young boy. Golden hair, bare feet, and going through lightsaber sequences.

"Oh hello! Sorry didn't mean to inter-- oh!" Zaiya began with a wide smile until familiarity dawned on the Lovalla as Lysander von Ascania 's features bloomed in recognition. The cleansing of runes at the temple of Caamas. Stumbling over. Falling to the ground. A rather embarrassing flop of a face right against soft curves and the Yum Bunny uniform commentary.

Oh, did Zaiya's face suddenly flame in coral tints at the reminder of embarrassment.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to interrupt," She added once more, doing her best to be as friendly as possible.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Shiraya's Sanctuary - Training Terrace
Tags: Lorn Reingard | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti​

Naboo.

It had been a planet Katherine had always wanted to visit. During her earliest times in the New Jedi Order, she had read about it in the Jedi Archives. Learned of its history, of the recent tragedies that had impacted Naboo and its people. The planet was famous for its fabled beauty, and Katherine believed that such beauty shone the brightest after the recovery of such moments.

One such example had been her recent visit to Ukatis, where she tried her hand at imbuement. There she sat at the river’s edge, a place that not too long ago had been ravaged by the corruption of the Dark Nexus. Katherine had marvelled at the beauty that surrounded her that day, the peace and serenity all around. That was part of the reason why she wanted to visit Naboo.

The other was to visit Shiraya’s Sanctuary specifically.

Katherine knew she’d never be able to walk properly again, never be able to be a Jedi in the same capacity as before. But it hadn’t dulled the Padawan’s passion for learning, to meet new people and explore. And maybe, just maybe…she’d find a solution to heal her body.

She had sent a message to her Master, letting him know where she was heading. And in turn, learned how exactly she was meant to get there. Apparently the Sanctuary was still relatively a secret to the Naboo public. It wasn’t like Katherine could just hop onto any old shuttle at the spaceport and head into the Gallo Mountains. But eventually transport was found and Katherine made her way up to the Sanctuary.

Watching the gorgeous scenery through a viewport, made Katherine wish she still had her wings. To just be able to hop out of the shuttle and soar across the sky.

I miss those days…

Once at the land platform, Katherine didn’t hesitate to disembark. She was dressed in traditional Jedi garb, tunic, trousers and a pair of boots. The only unique thing was the Ukatian Talisman hanging around her neck.

The Padawan allowed the Force to guide her through the Shiraya Sanctuary, senses reaching out for somewhere to go. It led to what appeared to be a dedicated training area, where she could already sense a few people had gathered. One even being a familiar presence?

Katherine’s hoverchair hummed quietly as the door slid open for her. As she glided into the room, the Padawan looked around at those already in attendance. She immediately recognized Zaiya, and went to give her a small wave. Only to notice what seemed to be an embarrassing situation involving the blond-haired teenager.

Instead, Katherine moved off to the side and decided to observe the other occupant, who appeared to be in the middle of practicing his Kata.

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace
Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Katherine Holt

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The temple's bustle began to stir, a familiar hum that filled the air. Though not as vibrant as during his time with the New Jedi Order long ago, the Sanctuary still harbored a lively energy. Lorn, having completed most of his morning routine in the quiet early hours, found himself kneeling on the terrace, sweat dampening his loose-fitting clothing.

His breath caught in ragged gasps after a particularly strenuous acrobatic sequence. As he recovered, he noticed another presence on the terrace – a young Padawan, impeccably dressed, a stark contrast to Lorn's own casual attire. The boy reminded him of the young nobles he'd known in the Royal Palace of Theed, those who had kept his mother's tailoring business thriving as they rapidly outgrew her creations. Lorn returned the Padawan's polite wave with a subtle nod, resuming his own quiet stretches. He shuffled towards the ledge, finding a comfortable spot to observe the boy's practiced movements. They were elegant, fluid, indicative of Makashi, a form that seemed perfectly suited to him.

Another figure joined the scene, shattering the quiet calm with an air of awkward tension. A girl, unlike any Lorn had encountered before. Her skin shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors as she moved, a mesmerizing sight. Lorn watched, intrigued. His life had been largely spent amidst the hardened men and women of war, so observing such interactions, so different from his youth, was a captivating novelty. The two Padawans, the boy and the girl with shifting hues, seemed to share a complex, unspoken history.

Adding another layer to the intriguing scene, a fiery-haired girl, looking slightly worse for wear, floated into the area in a hoverchair. "What happened to you?" Lorn's question blurted out, a touch too blunt. He hadn't intended to sound so harsh, merely curious about the unusual array of students and the training that had resulted in such a state. The Sanctuary held a wide spectrum of personalities, and the sight of the girl in the hoverchair raised questions about the challenges they faced here in their training.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Lorn Reingard | Zaiya Ceti | Katherine Holt

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Every movement was executed with finesse, reflecting the very nature of Form II. Time quickly slipped away, leaving only the dance, with the training room becoming a distant thought. But as Lysander made another turn, his gaze sharpened— a flash of colors caught his eye. It was then that he noticed the girl: the Lovalla, with a droid on her shoulder.

Wasting no time, his thumb pressed against the curved hilt's switch; the blade retracted.

In an instant, memories flooded back, pulling the Padawan away from the flow of motions. He recalled their first encounter at the Temple of Caamas. It was a day he had nearly forgotten, buried under layers of training and everything else experienced since relocating. It began to replay in his mind with detail, but he decided to dismiss the images altogether.

After all, since embracing the teachings from The Order of Shiraya, Lysander's attitude started to change for the better. That didn't stop him from still being mischievous once in a while though.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. The words carried the same peacefulness as Theed's waterfalls.

He paused, allowing his mind to clear. “I’m sorry for the way I left things at the Temple of Caamas. I know I didn’t handle it the best way. I probably should have spoken to you about it, and the others too, but I.. well, it was just easier to remove myself altogether instead.”

The apology felt more sincere than the original.

It wasn't only the temple where he'd spotted her before. She was also on Ilum and the Shadow Temple on Kashyyyk too when visiting. He remembered there was another specific Padawan boy at each of these sites.

It was totally the Force playing matchmaker.

Thoughts of Coruscant resurfaced. Yet, it was not just the capital city, but the memory of his sister; she was his anchor. The Padawan't hadn't seen her since arriving here. The absence suddenly tugged on his heart. The mask of confidence typically worn began to slip, revealing a hint of vulnerability as he turned his head and looked away. The boy’s lips pressed together in a line.

Fortunately, it was temporary as he soon faced the girl again, a warm smile lighting up his youthful features. However, it didn’t mean the ache was completely gone. “Please allow me to reintroduce myself— I'm Padawan Lysander von Ascania, future King of Ukatis, who occasionally lands in super awkward scenarios, I guess?” As if on cue, he turned, and the sunlight captured his blonde locks. Surely such dramatics were passed on from Corazona von Ascania .

The boy then noticed another newcomer in a hoverchair enter, and without missing a heartbeat, he quickly raised a hand to wave, mirroring the same used earlier.

His attention flicked back to the Lovalla. "So, what brings you here? Are you perhaps considering joining us? Where’s your one friend?”

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace
Skinsuit, Noctys, MidNight Duster
Bracelet
Lightsaber, Turmoil, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby, Dual Broken Core Daggers
Lorn Reingard | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Katherine Holt​

She had seen the message about the new temple. And curiosity had won out against her better judgment on looking at it herself. Passing through the doors with deathly silence before letting herself relax enough to be heard.

"Ascania? You must be blondies little brother." Heavy boots announced the armored figures arrival with a step through the door. The hoverchair ahead of her had been plenty enough of a distraction to help hide her. Helmet still worn and emotions locked tight behind a mental barrier as the voice crackled through the speakers static. Her words stopping there as she looked over the room they were now in.

The sudden blurted question drawing her attention away from scrutinizing the room as she looked at the man and girl he was speaking to.

"All the tact of a Rancor smelling a fresh meal." A tartness laced the final words as the visor fixed on Lorn before shifting to the self-proclaimed future king of a planet. Unsure if Zaiya would cow or bite back at the remark but fully invested in seeing the result of their time apart.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Lysander von Ascania Katherine Holt Lossa Aureus Lorn Reingard

More life signatures tickled Zaiya's Force sense, like ripples in a serene pool. A shimmering wave of bioluminescence danced over her rosy golden skin, flickering briefly before fading. She was getting better at noticing when others entered her range, the soft hum of their presence filtering through her awareness. Familiar ones brought a faint thread of recognition, while strangers carried a quiet sense of mystery. Balancing her mental shields was always a work in progress; sensing intent without overloading herself was like walking a tightrope in the dark.

The first presence brushed against her awareness -- Katherine. Zaiya perked up, her head tilting as she turned toward the redhead. Katherine was still someone she was getting to know, not as familiar as-- oh. Her focus wavered as another presence slid into her sense, a stranger. A man. He didn't feel threatening, though, so she offered a small, almost absent wave in their direction.

Her attention snapped back when Lysander spoke.

An apology. For Caamas.

"Oh." The sound slipped out before she could stop it.

"It's okay… I should've been paying more attention to where I was going." She felt the heat of embarrassment creeping into her bioluminescent patterns, the coral tint blooming on her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she glanced down, hoping the glow would fade. Although she was still confused about why he had compared her to a Yum Bunny when she hadn't been wearing short shorts! She wore a robe!

Wait.

Zaiya's head tilted slightly as dawning realization hit her, unrelenting and mortifying. Had he called her a Yum Bunny because -- oh stars -- when she'd tripped and fallen on him, his face had been, well, there.

Her mottled spots flared a deep coral edged with silvery glints, the Force rippling with her mortification. Instinctively, her arms crossed over her chest, her bioluminescent display only worsening the moment. And then, as if the universe had decided to toss another wild mynock into her day, Lysander mentioned he was the future king of Ukatis.

Wait… von Ascania?!

Blinking rapidly, Zaiya turned a wide eyed gaze to the younger blonde teen, her iridescent blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him.

"Hold on. Are you related to Knight Corazona von Ascania ?" she asked, trying to piece it all together. Last she'd heard, Cora wasn't royalty. Was he messing with her?

She reached out with the Force, brushing gently against his presence, testing the waters. Truth or a joke? Her fledgling skill at sensing deception was shaky at best, but she couldn't resist trying.

"Are you really the future king of Ukatis, or are you just poking fun at me to see how gullible I am?" Her tone carried the weight of suspicion, but she already knew she was incredibly gullible.

Lysander barely had a chance to respond before Zaiya's attention darted away, her Force sense lighting up with the unmistakable presence of a certain someone. The familiarity hit her like sunlight breaking through clouds, warm and utterly distracting.

"Lossa!" she exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement as her skin shimmered in a pulsing swirl of giddy colors, golden ripples laced with vibrant aquamarine streaks as she searched for the Zeltron, unable to see her yet. All thoughts of kings and Yum Bunny mishaps vanished as Zaiya spun toward the source of that familiar presence, her energy shifting into a joyful buzz.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Shiraya's Sanctuary - Training Terrace
Tags: Lorn Reingard | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Lossa Aureus​

Katherine raised an eyebrow at the sudden question thrown her way. She wasn’t quite expecting it to be so blunt, but at the same time the redhead appreciated it in a way. She’d always been someone that was quite ‘to the point’ in how she acted, but had never been overly bothered by how others responded.

Until recently at least, where Katherine had become somewhat irritated whenever someone was ‘beating around the bush’ as it were.

The Healers back at the Jedi Temple were the most recent example of that.

Katherine opened her mouth to speak, but her attention was grabbed by the other conversation going on. She didn’t at all catch what was spoken, but it was impossible to miss the array of colours as Zaiya’s bioluminescent reacted to something. Through the Force, she caught traces of mortification from the Lovalla, and noted the teenager’s action to cross her arms.

What in the Force was said to get that kind of reaction?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a newcomer, a Zeltron and one who Zaiya was seemingly familiar with. Katherine let out a small snort-laugh at the woman’s response to the man who had asked her a question.

The Padawan shook her head in amusement, turning to address Lorn finally. “To answer your question, I got on the bad side of the Dark Empire’s Intelligence department.” Despite the potential severity of that implication, Katherine smiled as she hovered closer to him, raising a hand to shake. The act caused the sleeve of her tunic to fall down a bit, revealing some of the lightning scars that decorated the length of her arm.

“Katherine Holt, Padawan of the New Jedi Order.”

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace​

Tags: Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Katherine Holt | Lossa Aureus

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Lorn awaited an answer from the girl, his gaze flicking between her and the unfolding scene before him. The whispers of a future king and a sister she seemingly knew, yet this boy was a stranger, added to the already unusual atmosphere of the temple. The dynamics were perplexing, and the sudden appearance of another figure in the doorway, masked and commenting on his directness, only intensified the sense of peculiarity.

He hadn't quite kept up with the galactic power players, having been largely secluded in his own world. Yet, if this girl was still standing, still speaking after tangling with the "Dark" Empire's intelligence, she must possess incredible fortitude.

"Lorn Reingard, Knight of..." he began, the formality of the title momentarily tripping him up. He couldn't quite place his affiliation within the grand scheme of things.

Shaking off the momentary hesitation, he took her offered hand, holding it firmly for a beat. As her sleeve slipped, revealing the etched scars that snaked along her arm, a wave of concern washed over him. He gently turned her forearm, studying the handiwork of the Dark Empire. The sight of it, the stark reminder of the pain she must have endured, filled him with a mix of wonder and sorrow.

"You're a resilient one." he stated, releasing her hand. His voice held a hint of awe. Leaning back against the pillar, he added, "Did they pay the price for all of this?" His gesture encompassed the lightning marks marring her skin and the hoverchair. He couldn't fathom that she had simply escaped with such grievous injuries. He hoped, perhaps even expected, that her departure was less… passive. He imagined her causing a degree of chaos, retaliating for the pain she had suffered. Lorn couldn't help but feel a kinship with her, a shared understanding of the burdens and the fight that came with surviving such aggression.

 

[Tycho Arak]

Outfit: Green tunic, brown pants, black boots.
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tags: Lorn Reingard | Katherine Holt | Zaiya Ceti | Lossa Aureus | Lysander von Ascania

It was the second time for him, trying to find the temple of the Order of Shiraya. The last time he'd tried, he'd inadvertently found the Daughters of the Scar, and ended up... well, it's complicated and involves falling in love with someone who could never be his and then watching them leave in a starship to go off to marry some Sith or other. That place was not somewhere he could bring himself to visit ever again, though it was the root of his reason for being attached to the world of Naboo.

He'd made her a promise, and he kept his promises.

But this time, he was certain he had the right place. The people seemed like Jedi, for the most part. There was an odd wrinkle surrounding someone within the confines of the place, something that made the new intelligence officer mighty curious. His original intent had been to go to the library, as he always did when he investigated a new temple. They usually held a wealth of information that was otherwise impossible to discover. He liked to learn.

Instead, he found himself drifting through the place, drawn towards a terrace where it seemed some went to train, and others went to converse. Or, perhaps, the conversation was inadvertent. It was difficult to say, but there was certainly a lot going on for so early. He found it curious how so many wished to follow the code of the Jedi when it was incredibly restrictive, and had little bearing on actually solving the ills of the galaxy around them. To him, the codes, in their various similar forms, always seemed to put too much importance on the self. It was why he would never be a Jedi despite being of the Light himself.

The wrinkle he felt belonged to a helmed figure, but that helmed figure seemed to be known by at least one of those present. Curious. He didn't know any of them, but that wasn't unusual. Most of his time had been spent solving crimes and hunting down terrorists, not in meeting with other Force users. Aside from Valery and Anneliese, there were very few Jedi that he knew, and none of them were present. They all seemed pleasant enough, with the possible exception of the wrinkle. The girl with the color pulsing skin was of a species he didn't know, either.

If nothing else, he'd learn a lot about the people of the temple on this day. Provided he found reason to talk to them, otherwise he would people study.

 

[Rik Perris]

➤ Through Darkness

Temple Corridors - Enroute to the Training Terrace
Shiraya's Sanctuary, Naboo

Walking through the temple of this ‘Order of Shiraya’ allowed Rik Perris a glimpse at the way cultural differences could shape even the venues of that culture’s practitioners of the Force; he’d only seen different versions of two other temples, through the destruction, ruin, occupation, and rebuilds that the Coruscant Temple had been through over the close to thirty years of his life, as well as what his homeworld had suffered, from family and in the New Jedi Order’s records he had viewed as a padawan. From conflicts that had beset the Jedi Order and subsequent New Jedi Order over the past century, precipitated by darknesses from the Sith Empire, to the One Sith, and the Brotherhood of the Maw.

Rik was here at the behest of a friend to see what she had gotten stuck into these many months, a friend he'd hadn't seen hide nor hair of since carrying her unconscious body out of the then-ruined temple after the most recent Battle of Coruscant. He was only all too glad to see her doing well, but her previous injuries weren't the only reason his thoughts had dwelt on her well-being on and off since that day... that and what it provoked weighed on his conscience more than the lack of contact.

To understand the adversary was part of a Guardian’s work, in the effort to overcome them and dissolve their reach, and some of the information he encountered in that pursuit led him to knowing things he would rather have been informed of, directly. And in turn made him feel guilty. Some of it felt too personal.

So, when the tour had largely concluded, and things turned to informal conversation between them, the awkward silence that ensued when she asked after his activities these many months was understandable.

Only to him, of course. His paces slowed.

“I--” he took long steps to catch back up to Briana, glancing sidelong at her as he fell into place, “--how do I say this?”

How much should he say? ‘Hey, I met your dead mom… kind of?’

Rik spoke some shades quieter. “I… know we’re not that close, and you would have no real cause to tell me any of this, but--” He frowned, lightly, “--well, I was informed of other threats to the security of the Alliance in recent years by Master Noble some months back; par for the course, I did my research.”

Still too vague.

“That research included the New Way.” He sighed out his nose, looking ahead. “Their activities, key persons; I know everything possible that there is to know of what happened here, and elsewhere.” Concern was writ across his face and eyes as he flicked his gaze back to the Nabooian Jedi. “So, it's a bit late to be saying this, but I’m... sorry for your loss.”

And there was a point to bringing it up. He wanted to say more, but he held his tongue, not knowing what kind of reaction to expect for inadvertently wandering into her personal life.

Briana Sal-Soren​

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber, Echo Stone | Tag: Rik Perris ​

The tour had been going well, until suddenly it wasn't.

It was nice to see Rik again after what'd happened on Coruscant, to see that he was well. After he'd carried her unconscious form from the burning temple, she'd often wondered how he'd fared in the aftermath. But now, watching him struggle to broach the subject of her family, of The New Way, she found herself wishing they could go back to discussing the temple's architecture and Shiraya's teachings as her stride slowed to a stop, pausing for a moment to think, to consider the offer of condolences and what to say.

What'd happened to her family wasn't exactly a secret—it'd been in every holo broadcast for weeks after the attack, the faces of her parents plastered across every holo-screen from Naboo to Corellia. The news feeds had run endless loops of the destroyed memorial, of her father's involvement — no, founding— of the same terrorist organization that'd released that virus on the populace. But still— of all the topics she could have guessed he might bring up, her family and what happened with the New Way, was not one of them. She pressed her thumb against the small echo stone at her throat, a habit she'd developed in the last few months, the stone warm against her skin, its surface worn smooth from countless similar touches.

Once, the reminder of what'd happened would have been enough to knock her off her feet, fighting with everything she had to not fall prey to the same hate and sorrow that'd temporarily engulfed her brother. Now, there was still pain, but it was nothing more than a dull ache—like an old break that only troubled her when storms rolled in from the eastern swamps.

"So, you found out about that, huh? About my father's...involvement." She didn't flinch from the words anymore, though they still tasted bitter on her tongue. "The records probably paint quite the picture, don't they? Respected businessman from Corellia, married to a respected Jedi Knight from Naboo... secretly creates an organization to protect people from the Force, only for his own creation to turn on him." She bit her lip and shook her head. "It's alright, Rik. You don't need to feel guilty about knowing, or about telling me. We don't need to tiptoe around it." Briana shrugged, "The truth is the truth, whether we speak it or not."

She looked ahead, resuming their walk while continuing to gather her thoughts. "And, the truth is, I spent months being angry at him. For creating what he did, for being too foolish to see what it'd become, for—" Her voice softened. "For not being able to stop it in the end. But anger... anger doesn't bring anyone back, doesn't undo what happened, you know?" She met his gaze again, her expression composed but genuine. "At any rate, while I appreciate the condolences, they're unnecessary. I've come to terms with what happened."

Had she? ...Mostly.

Briana wanted to ask him what, exactly, had prompted him to do research on The New Way to such an in depth extent. Not because she was angry, no, she'd been genuine when she relieved him of that. It was more so to compare notes. The organization had gone dark for a while, if someone like Rik was actively investigating the organization, then there had to be more to it than just historical record-keeping. Unfortunately, Briana could hear voices up ahead and this wasn't exactly the kind of conversation meant for casual passersby. "If you don't mind, I'd like to talk more about this later." she suggested, her tone making it clear this wasn't just a polite dismissal, but the result of potential eavesdropping. "Somewhere more private, you know? I might have some information that could help with whatever it is you're investigating."

Leaving the conversation there, Briana led Rik out onto the training terrace, and the last stop of their tour, where morning light spilled across the expansive plateau, the space stretching out before them, bordered by elegant columns and archways that framed breathtaking views of the Gallo Mountains' and rolling landscapes. Several people were already there, their presence filling the space with life and movement. Many of them she didn't recognize or know very well yet—there had been a new influx of students since word of the Sanctuary begun to spread through certain circles.

Briana straightened slightly, her posture shifting almost imperceptibly as she settled into her role. While she appreciated the sanctuary this place provided for those seeking to learn, there were still standards to maintain. "Good morning," she called out, her voice carrying across the terrace with quiet authority. "I trust everyone is finding the facilities suitable for their training needs?" A wry smile ticked up at the corner of her lips.

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Lossa Aureus | Lorn Reingard | Zaiya Ceti | Katherine Holt | Tycho Arak | Briana Sal-Soren | Rik Perris

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Lysander felt empathetic as he witnessed the way her colors began to intensify, as if mirroring a myriad of emotions. When she spoke, he studied every nuance, every flick of exposed skin; to him, it was interesting. He couldn’t help but think of how challenging it must be to carry around such a vivid display everywhere.

Her mention of his sister’s name blossomed warmth in his being. Nostalgia wrapped around him like a winter’s cloak. He wasn't surprised to be asked about being related; after all, it already happened on several other planets. "Indeed I am," he said, his voice firm, "she's my sister.”

The suspicion was noted; it was a look he received rather often. It caused a touch of mischief to dance in his deep emerald orbs, before finally shaking his head. "No, I’m not. Besides, I have way more important things to worry about than some crown."

He brushed off his tunic as if the gesture had been practiced a thousand times. "But I could be, if I really wanted to," he suggested.

Then there was a strong shift in the atmosphere. The Lovalla's reference to the newcomer as Lossa echoed in his mind.

The comment about blondie stirred a mix of feelings— annoyance and even a hint of protectiveness. While he understood it to be a jest, something still didn’t sit well with him, especially during a lengthy absence that left a small wound. With heavy scrutiny his gaze traveled from her boots to the helmet, much like studying an opponent in the midst of a standoff. Not that he had ever really been in a standoff, but he'd seen his share of them in different Holodramas.

Instead of using the index finger, his lightsaber became more than just a weapon. “She has a name, you know,” he said, wafting the hilt at Lossa. His tone was more emotional than usual. “It’s Cora, in case you’ve forgotten.”

More newcomers were arriving, and then another all too familiar voice cut through the training room. It was Briana. Instantly, all flaws in his posture disappeared, and both hands clasped firmly at his sides. It was almost too obvious. Still, he was determined to present his best self here on Naboo. Making it this far without any disciplinary actions felt unreal.

Since the Padawan girl with the droid had fallen silent in response to his questions, it only felt right to cut the ties and simply move on. Taking a deep breath, he began to take several steps back, twisting his body slightly to maintain any warmth from prior exercise. While doing so, his eyes returned to Lossa one last time, bold and direct, like he was issuing a silent challenge.

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Guest starring: Brandyn Sal-Soren​

There were still many emotions that needed untangling regarding his elevation to a council of Knights, and his role in leading the Penumbra. It felt fast. It felt unearned. But he was certainly passionate about making a change in his path and helping his home rebuild itself. If he could do both at the same time, then surely that was a win.

The Celestial Council had just adjourned. Of all the matters that had been discussed there was one that left Brandyn with an immediate task. One waiting for him right outside the door.

Whereas he may have once paused to collect his thoughts before opening the door, Brandyn stepped through the ornate and quickly opening entrance without hesitation. The Padawan waiting was shorter than he, and very Togrutan. As if she had always been Togrutan.

What he knew of this Padawan was somewhat limited. Cerys Dyn had shown up on Naboo and was working independently to help the people of Theed. When it came to the Celestial Council's knowledge, she had been approached. Apparently, she was of some itinerant order of Jedi that clung to a very strict no-attachment policy. He wondered if that would cause any problems.

"Good morning, Padawan," Brandyn said, though he felt far too formal.

Padawan Dyn turned around, and Brandyn could already see in her eyes a degree of dismissal.

"Now look...I am sure you have tried something like this before," he said. He was probably being too defensive.

"You are Brandyn Sal-Soren?" She asked, eyes seemed to take him in quickly.

Why did he feel so immediately judged? It was because she was judging you, stupid.

"That would be me," Brandyn replied, "and you must be..."

"Cerys Dyn."

"Cerys...Dyn...yeah," he said, his brow furrowing, "are you always this intense?"

She seemed taken aback by the question, and rightly so. Brandyn had probably stepped over a line. Already.

"I...no...I don't think...so?" She said, looking about nervously.

"Great first impression, Brandyn," he muttered too himself.

"I'm not exactly great at them either," Cerys said, sheepishness a remarkably endearing emotion on her.

"Try again?" He said.

"Try again." The way she shrugged her shoulders and set her face defiantly was again, rather endearing.

Brandyn smiled warmly, and took a deep breath. He looked over top of her head for a moment as if resetting his brain. And then he looked down again.

"Cerys Dyn, I presume? I am Brandyn Sal-Soren...and I have been told you are in need of some training?" His voice had a noticeably fake deepness to it.

Cerys' eyebrow quirked at the unseriousness of Brandon's approach. He could not tell if she was amused or judging him again. Why had he had to be born like this?

"Brandyn Sal-Soren. You are a Jedi Knight?" She said with a curl of her lip.

"Hey. That's not called for," he said with a paternal wave of his finger, " ou said you were going to try again."

Brandyn had turned and begun walking away from her. A few moments later, he heard footsteps following.

"Hey wait...you said you were..."

She was following him. For some reason that felt like a very teacher-y moment. But knowing Brandyn, if anything were achieved in that moment it was entirely coincidental.

"You will familiarise yourself with the facilities at your disposal. And you will introduce yourself to the others in the Order of Shiraya...try...to be nice to them?" Brandyn said quickly.

"But I haven't even agreed to..."

Brandyn spun around and stopped her in her tracks. "Do you want training?"

"Yes...but..."

"Then welcome to the Order of Shiraya," he said before turning and stalking off.

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Brandyn had given the task of familiarising herself with the people and places that made up the Naboo Jedi system. She didn't even know what Shiraya meant yet. She didn't really even know if she liked the idea of being here. But Brandyn seemed alright, for a married Jedi.

What a complete and utter contradiction that was, to be a Jedi and be married. However, it seemed the way of all but the few of her late Master's sect. Cerys had come to the conclusion that if her training was to be completed, she would just have to accept training from someone that did not meet her moral standards. It would certainly mean she had to be more careful about what she learned. But she could learn something from this...Brandyn Sal-Soren. Just the good stuff.

When the door slid open to the training terrace, Cerys felt an immediate twitch in the patterned tails that hang aside her face. There were far more people here than she had expected. Was this a tournament or something?

Despite a strong desire just to turn and walk away, she realised this was a way to accomplish both of Brandyn's requests. There were facilities here. There were people here. Two birds. One...stone.

The Togrutan strafed to the left and kept to the wall. Her eyes glanced over the varied Jedi in the area. This certainly did not look like a Nabooian's only club. It made her feel immediately less conspicuous. She did however slide along the wall to stand aside a taller white haired man. A Kage based on his impeccable appearance.

"What exactly is happening here? Seems a little...tense?"

Tycho Arak @open

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Shiraya's Sanctuary - Training Terrace
Tags: Lorn Reingard | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Lossa Aureus | Tycho Arak | Rik Perris | Briana Sal-Soren | Cerys Dyn​

A curious expression crossed Katherine’s face as Lorn’s reply trailed off before he could complete it. She certainly wouldn’t consider herself an expert in reading people, but in that moment she got an impression of Lorn Reingard. Someone who was lost, had lost…so much. But amongst it was hope, looking for something new.

The Padawan had started in a similar place, feeling completely lost in what her purpose was. Eventually finding it, only to have the foundations of it be rocked right from beneath her feet.

Katherine blinked as she felt the man gently turn her forearm. A flash of surprise on her face, not at Lorn’s action, but her own.

She hadn’t flinched.

I guess I’m not too bothered by it anymore, that was quick.

Then again, she wasn’t the same girl who used to be terrified of stepping out of her dorm at the Jedi Temple.

“Or a right stubborn pain in the ass.” She replied, her mouth slipping into a small grin. Katherine watched as Lorn stepped away, leaning against the closest pillar. “No…” The Padawan closed her eyes, shaking her head. “Not yet.” She opened her eyes and stared straight into those amber eyes. Within her own pale blue was a fire, controlled and tempered. Of someone who knew she’d have to wait.

The Padawan’s attention slipped away when someone entered the Training Terrace. Initially she didn't know who the woman was, but then out of the corner of her eye, Katherine caught sight of Lysander suddenly snapping to attention; posture ‘n’ all.

So that’s Briana Sal-Soren…

A Jedi she had only heard the name of, when she had asked Valery about her previous students. Offering a small ‘good morning’ wave to the Jedi Knight, Katherine returned her attention to Lorn.

“Enough about me now. You were in the middle of your Kata, Form Six I believe?”

 

[Rik Perris]

➤ Through Darkness

Training Terrace
Shiraya's Sanctuary, Naboo

Parts of Briana's response, sometimes even the words she chose, brought both related and unrelated thoughts to mind. There were things he could not say, and others that could be a matter of opinion.

Maybe, he thought, she’s still a little in denial.

He couldn’t blame her for that, knowing well how this kind of thing felt. After she’d said her piece, though, he still didn’t feel entirely right. Try as she might to absolve him of how he felt about this non-debacle, the fact remained that he knew more about her than she did about him, an imbalance that didn’t sit well with him at all… he’d withhold that too. Until later, as she suggested. The line of his mouth became firm, he nodded, and he swallowed that mild frustration.

“Yeah, it can wait,” He breathed. This kind of poking around tended to be more the territory of a Sentinel, but Jedi skills and experiences didn’t always cleanly align with their calling. A technological aptitude that, among other things, lent him well to deep info-gathering… but he’d take what he could get if it’d help. “Yeah, sure.”

Then he set it all aside and followed Briana out onto the terrace, coming to a stop alongside her, his arms folded across his chest; he took in the view of the mountains and landscapes for a moment while she addressed the students.

“Nice,” Rik murmured to himself, “a damn sight better than endless vistas of durasteel.”

Coruscant may have been the centre of the New Jedi Order, but there was too little green for him. He didn't have to like it. Tearing his gaze away from the windows, the Corellian looked at the others present, finding few familiar faces amongst them except the Lovalla girl, Zaiya Ceti (so many months ago!) and... Lossa Aureus ? His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Haven't seen her in a while."

Just an observation.

Briana Sal-Soren​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace​

Tags: Katherine Holt | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Lossa Aureus | Tycho Arak | Rik Perris | Briana Sal-Soren | Cerys Dyn

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"Not yet..." Lorn echoed, a thoughtful expression settling on his face. The fire in her eyes was unmistakable, a burning ember of resolve that resonated with something deep within him. It was a look he recognized, a look he had seen in the mirror many times as of late - a potent cocktail of pain, determination, and an unyielding will to right a grievous wrong. He understood that look, perhaps better than most.

As the room's attention shifted, Lorn rolled up one of his linen sleeves just slightly to take a look at the tribal ink that stained his skin. Just like her, he wore painful memories upon his arms. Intricate patterns, each line and swirl a testament to a life lived, a culture embraced, a path followed. It was a powerful reminder of a culture he was no longer a part of, achievements and significant points in his life that meant nothing now. Lorn shook his head, he hated the feeling of grief, it came at the strangest of times. This wasn't a time or place he felt comfortable to feel like this, so he buried it down, trying to distract himself with even more people wandering in.

Rolling down his sleeve again, he looked up to see why the room had fallen a little quieter. The blonde-haired boy had become unnaturally stiff and everyone's eyes darted to that woman now standing at the doorway. They all listened intently to this woman and what she had to say. Maybe she was the one calling the shots around here? Lorn would have to introduce himself later on and see where he could be of use.

Lorn returned a smile to Katherine as she turned her attention back to him, shifting the topic of conversation to him. "Good eye." he stated as she correctly identified the form he was working on this morning.

Lorn grabbed his Bo Staff and slowly progressed through the Kata, the familiar movements a comforting rhythm in the midst of the temple's charged atmosphere, all while keeping up with the conversation. "Do you know it?" he asked of Katherine, his voice a low hum that cut through the ambient noise of the temple.

He spoke as if to remind himself of what the form embodied. "Niman... a versatile form, a jack-of-all-trades, yet master of none. It requires a deep understanding of the other forms to truly excel. I find it...grounding." He paused, executing a wide, sweeping arc with the staff.

"What forms do you favor, Katherine?" He was genuinely curious. This woman, scarred but unbroken, had piqued his interest. He sensed a kindred spirit, a warrior who, like him, carried the weight of the past while forging a new path forward.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Lysander von Ascania

Wait...Cora was his sister? Zaiya's thoughts stumbled over themselves as she processed the revelation. Her cheeks darkened with a faint blush of coral embarrassment, her mottled spots shimmering as a subtle storm of emotions played out across her skin. On one hand, she didn't want to offend Knight @Corazana von Ascania -- Cora was someone Zaiya looked up to, after all -- but on the other, really?

And then Lysander opened his mouth, confirming that he was not the next King of Ukatis, and Zaiya's instincts landed squarely in the "called it" column.

So he was fibbing.

Her narrowed eyes pinned him with a skeptical pout, her gaze sweeping over his posture, the lazy arrogance practically dripping from the younger blond teen's every move. If nobility had a rizz dial, Lysander's was cranked up to max. And that only made it so-o much weirder to think about how different he was from his older sister. Cora had poise, dignity, and that unmistakable Jedi presence. Lysander? He was more like… a smug Loth Cat who'd just knocked over a vase.

"I don't think it works that way," Zaiya said, her voice as pointed as her gaze, uncrossing her arms with deliberate ease. Her tone was cool but edged with a flicker of amusement. The blonde's antics were too much not to react.

She stepped forward, her bioluminescent skin rippling with hues of calm determination, though a faint coral blush still lingered across her spots.

"Well, of course, her name is Cora," Zaiya added, her tone now defending the Zeltron. "But Lossa and Cora are friends. And friends have nicknames for each other. That's how it works."

Her words sharpened as her gaze flicked to the lightsaber hilt he seemed all too eager to brandish at Lossa.

"Didn't your Master teach you not to point a lightsaber at someone unless you explicitly intend to use it? " Zaiya's tone slipped into one of older sisterly reprimands, complete with a subtle furrow of her brows as her colors shifted to soft shades of steely gray. At once, she made her way over to him, intending to use the Force to telekinetically try and take the hilt from his grasp.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Years had passed since Aadihr had last set foot on Naboo. Not since he was knighted and fled from the order - no - fled from his mentor. It felt like a lifetime ago.

It was too soon for him to return to his old temple; part of him yearned for it, but simply being on the planet was enough of a step towards facing and accepting the past. The presence of several other Jedi was also encouraging, including the colors of some who had fought alongside him after his return to the Order, notably Zaiya Ceti . He did not interrupt their conversation; the Miraluka simply took time to adapt to the temple of Shiraya, taking in the surrounding natural beauty and force radiance reflected all around.

Aadihr was still rusty with his pike. His lack of training had cost him his keepsake blindfold, now replaced with simple linen. It nearly cost him his life. He set aside his outer robes, and began to practice once more with his staff - a Lightsaber Pike with a modest wooden veneer to look and feel like a simple walking stick. He preferred to wield it as a quarterstaff, mourning every time he ever had to ignite the kyber crystal within.

He practiced both for both form and endurance. It didn't take long for the Miraluka to grow winded, reinforcing his desire to train more often.

Aadihr took note that he wasn't the only one training with a staff. A man in linen with stark hues about him had been training with a bo staff earlier - Lorn Reingard , who was in conversation with a woman in a hoverchair.

Aadihr wiped his brow to keep the sweat from dripping onto his eyeless face, and resumed training. So many unfamiliar signatures. A part of him was glad he didn't recognize anyone from his time as a Padawan.

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