Faction New Beginnings (Open to RNR)

[Kahne Porte]

Just when he had thought he'd seen everything. He stood with his arm's crossed as the two exchange words...again. It was clear more than anything now that Lysander von Ascania was destined to be a constant pain in Zaiya Ceti ass for the remainder of their days. Iris Arani showed up, to rescue her Padawan, which was a shame this was definitely training they would have needed. Better to mend their ways now, instead them erupting on the actual battlefield. Kahne dismissed Master Arani's look as he watched them move away and it was then Kahne moved forward, it seemed that today was at a standstill, that was until words were uttered again from Lysander, and something else unexpected happened.

It was a building energy that Kahne sensed as the boy's words amplified by his emotions and the fact that Zaiya was leaving.

To say he was surprised was a bit of an understatement. To see such a force emit from the princeling was indeed something else entirely. The Jedi Masters hands moved up quickly, calling upon the collective energies of the force and creating a force barrier for all those around him, in direct path of the attack from Lysander.

Lossa Aureus

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Kahne Porte | Lossa Aureus | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Iris Arani

"Absolutely none of you is acting like a Jedi right now, except the one with the glowing skin."

The voice came from behind everyone else, from a certain padawan whose presence had been apparently lost in what was going in the training area. Even though he had been trying to focus on training, it was almost impossible to do so with the ruckus they were all causing. He'd stopped and turned off the training droid when they had decided to do something foolish.

"You," he said, pointing at Kahne Porte , "should know better than having two people who are angry with each other engage in a spar. That was stupid."

He didn't care if the man was a Master or not. A dressing down was in order.

"You," he motioned to Lossa Aureus , "as the battlemaster should have put a stop to this rather than encouraging it."

He might think she was cute, but that didn't mean he couldn't tell her off.

"As for you," he looked to Iris Arani , "you should do better than use force to resolve this regardless of his being wrong. We are Jedi, not Sith."

He had no idea who she was, or where she even came from, but hey, he didn't like what he was seeing.

"And lastly," he turned to Lysander von Ascania , "you most of all should be ashamed of your behavior. You're a nobleman acting like a spoiled child. You are supposed to be a representative of what people should aspire to, but instead you're antagonizing every woman you see. You've got mommy issues and you need to resolve them. Stop being so pathetic or leave. You don't seem cut out to be a Jedi."

He left it at that and turned the droid back on, going back to training in: form I.

 

[Rik Perris]

Training Terrace
Shiraya's Sanctuary, Naboo

When Briana Sal-Soren left with Cerys Dyn , telling him he should stay and explore the temple, that there was so much more than what he'd seen here, Rik watched her go, mildly concerned and in full understanding of what had just happened. He would like to wander the temple and grounds, but Rik was hesitant to leave the training terrace, given the atmosphere. The situation hadn't entirely been resolved.

Eventually, he had to walk out to find the toilet room and a snack, and assure himself that everything would be fine. Master Porte and Lossa were capable enough of handling a couple of unruly padawans... weren't they?

By the time he once again came within hearing range of the terrace, however, he could hear someone speaking at length, though he wasn't sure who. As he got closer, the diatribe against every person remaining in the room became clearer, and by the time he stepped back in and got a real good look at what had happened in the handful of minutes he was out, Joro Kal'nath was laying into Iris Arani with his words, and saving the originator of this debacle for last. He saw the sheen of the barrier Porte had thrown up, and... someone he didn't know trying to put the little princeling on the ground. His eyebrows crept towards the ceiling.

[ The little nobleman ain't the only one could use learnin' to mind his tongue... ] Rik thought to himself, watching Joro while the Falleen went to resume his solo training, then looked to Kahne and Zaiya: "You all good?" Then he glanced towards the woman who was kinda pretty... and kinda appeared to be attempting to... womanhandle? Lysander, and indicated her with a tip of his head.

"Who's that?" Then he raised his voice a little, and spoke to the black-haired woman, trying not to smile at the sight - it was a little unfair of a matchup, "Hey, go for his feet!"

Kahne Porte • Lossa Aureus • Lysander von Ascania • Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Shiraya's Sanctuary - Training Terrace
Tags: Interacting - Lorn Reingard | Watching - Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Lossa Aureus | Rik Perris | Kahne Porte | Joro Kal'nath | Iris Arani​

A part of Katherine was tempted to leave and give some privacy to whatever was about to unfold. But the temptation to remain and continue watching was far greater. She followed alongside Lorn as they found a spot along the outskirts, perfect to watch whatever chaos was about to erupt.

“I’d probably bet more on the possibility of her being the one to lash out. Zaiya isn’t one for emotional outbursts.” Katherine watched as the impromptu spar was being set up, with Master Kahne taking the young Lovalla’s corner, while Lossa had the princeling’s. Which did admittedly amuse the redhead quite a bit.

“But I’d also put a wager on whether Lysander will be capable of it. He seems quite the expert on being insufferable.”

Katherine raised an eyebrow as a newcomer arrived. Iris Arani? What’s she doing here?

The young woman was a familiar face to her, only in part because she had at one point looked up previous Padawans of the Nobles. Iris’ stance and words towards Zaiya made it all too clear she was the Lovalla’s Master.

She opened her mouth to speak, to inform Lorn of the new information. But Katherine snapped her mouth shut when she felt the powerful wave of energy be released by Lysander. She was fairly certain it wouldn’t reach where they were standing, but to be safe she quickly acted. Katherine traced the rune for ‘Barrier’, it glowed into form and the Padawan pushed it out slightly, forming a protective barrier around the two.

“Well, that sure escalated quickly…” Katherine said, glancing over at Lorn.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Oh dear....

More shenanigans, and truth be told Aiden wasn't exactly too sure what he was supposed to be doing as he glanced towards Katherine Holt and Lorn Reingard

The Jedi Padawan, a ways back from the force attack, so no harm was done there however everything seemed to come a standstill. Until Lysander von Ascania was seemingly placed on the ground by Iris Arani and Joro Kal'nath with his analysis on everyone's mistakes.

Aiden moved forward towards Lysander and Iris as he aimed to help Lysander up. "Okay, everyone relax! This has gone too far." The Jedi Padawan had aimed to escort him away from the scene of the drama "We should take a walk my friend, definitely clear our minds. What do you think?"


Zaiya Ceti Lossa Aureus Rik Perris

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Katherine Holt

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Lorn sighed as he watched the commotion unfold before him, the early morning peace he had sought replaced by an unexpected spectacle. The serenity of the quiet terrace had been broken, with the over the top drama. The last thing he had wanted today was to be immersed in the dramatic antics of the Padawans, yet here he was, glued to the scene like everyone else.

"This did escalate quickly..." he muttered with a wry smile, though the moment quickly soured as he saw others moving to intervene. Just when it seemed like the bickering would reach its climax, an unexpected breach of peace loomed on the horizon.

Lorn felt the shift in energy, the tension that crackled in the air. With a resigned sigh, he took a step back. "Well, it looks like my quiet morning has officially been hijacked." He turned to Katherine, his voice laced with a mock-seriousness, "I think I'll head out before I become collateral damage in this melodrama."

With a gentle smile, Lorn retrieved his datapad and sent her a swift transmission, a small gesture to ensure she could reach him if needed. "Take care of yourself, Katherine. If you ever need a break from all of this, you know where to find me."

And with that, Lorn slipped away from the terrace, leaving the chaos - and Katherine - behind, seeking the solace he had come for in the first place.

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[Lossa Aureus]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace
Skinsuit, Noctys, MidNight Duster
Bracelet
Lightsaber, Turmoil, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby, Dual Broken Core Daggers
Kahne Porte | Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Iris Arani | Rik Perris​

Before anything could properly begin, Iris had appeared before them. Recognizable from several features to Lossa but just as much changed by time as the rest of them had been. And seeming all the more serious because of that time. Barely a word spared from her before she put herself into action by the little Nobles deeds.

And summarily put a stop to everything.

Lossa frowned, as the Force attack was dealt with by others in some form or another. The portion that had stretched to her met with a barrier of her own. Fueled by growing irritation as she frowned at the display. Side eyeing Rik as he appeared after Joro let his feelings be known.

"New Jedi Order Knight Iris Arani, Zaiya's master." Lossa informed him, crossing her arms as she looked over each of the padawans.

Pretentious, coddled, over eager, and a people pleaser.

What a crowd.

"It is my job to assess and make sure you all are capable. This display has shown me what I need to focus on for him and her. And seeing him resort to such means while going through what was supposed to be training shows me he has zero restraint or understanding of his station. As a Jedi, or a noble." Nodding to Lysander and Zaiya respectively. Her eyes trailing on Aiden before settling on Joro to speak again. "And your lessons will be much the same as Lysander's given what I have heard of your impatience. Thankfully you have more sense to listen than he does, but you are quick to judge. Over eager, which is just as equally difficult an obstacle to overcome as arrogance."

Scorn laced her words as she let her arms fall to her side. Finally hearing the chirp of her datapad now that there wasn't a need to focus her attention elsewhere. Examine the sender and the brief message in the drop down as she looked to Iris.

"Ah. Apologies, Knight Arani, I didn't get to your message until now. We will have to meet with Knight Sal-Soren no doubt, but I would not mind some time to greet and meet with you properly." Lossa looked over each padawan with an assessing glare before letting her expression settle into something that could pass as pleasant.

"Master Porte, excuse me, you have the hall." The flickers of something beyond simple irritation in her words as she departed the hall with a respectful nod to Master Porte, and a lingering look to Iris that ended with a barely there smile.

She already had ideas for what should be done going forward, but none of them worth acting on while this mood was still riding her.

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Iris Arani Aiden Porte Zaiya Ceti
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Lysander's gaze remained fixated solely on his target on the other side of the sparring ring. For once in the boy's life, his concentration felt unbreakable. Time stretched as he saw its impact against the Lovalla's shield, the attack appearing to be blocked with minimal resistance.

Disappointment twisted in his stomach; that was one of his best conjurations of the Force Push yet. His jaw already began to clench, irritation still lingering beneath the exterior. It appeared the Jedi Master had quickly become involved, no doubt trying to take control of the situation, and to protect Zaiya. It was more than enough to halt any momentum going forward to follow up with another attack.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw someone appear next to him. Before he could process the true intention, the Padawan felt their strength used against him, flipping him off balance and sending him to the ground. The crash was jarring; a gust of breath escaped his lungs. Still, a smirk was glued to Lysander's face; he refused to give in mentally. His mind was still sharp. He heard voices speaking all around, each person offering their own useless commentary.

Before he knew it, Aiden was there; the concern on the cookie baking aficionado’s face was apparent. He felt the strong grip pulling him upwards and seemed to be guiding him away from the scene. This certainly wasn’t how he envisioned the morning unfolding. The teen’s fingers finally let go of the training saber; the hilt slipped away and landed on the ground with a thud.

But as he drew near the entrance, he paused, casting a glance at his boots lying off to the side. Something once more churned within, an urge from the previous confrontation. Nothing had really been resolved; there were still scores to settle. His shoulders squared. Determination began rising. No, he wasn’t done just yet; Lysander was born with the audacity.

“Why should I even associate with this pack of moof milkers?” He made sure the words spat out loud enough for everyone to hear. His voice dripped with disdain. "Someone should point the glowing space slug to the nearest shuttle back to Coruscant. She's a complete disgrace wherever she roams!”

With a flick of his wrist, the boots lifted off the ground; they were now guided by telekinesis. They hovered for a second before hurling towards Zaiya. Without waiting to see her reaction, he simply turned on his heel and walked off.

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[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 Iris Arani

It didn't matter how everyone had their own two credits to say on the matter: Padawans, Knights, and Masters alike. No, Zaiya's attention was now hyper laserfocused on Lysander, opal blue iridescent eyes practically sending scorching spears in his direction. Nevermind the rare bit of satisfaction she had felt at Iris Arani flipping the blonde younger teen to the floor; what little bit of guilty pleasure that flickered was wiped with what Lysander had so dared to say next!

“Why should I even associate with this pack of moof milkers?” He made sure the words spat out loud enough for everyone to hear. His voice dripped with disdain. "Someone should point the glowing space slug to the nearest shuttle back to Coruscant. She's a complete disgrace wherever she roams!”

Zaiya's skin rippled in a chaotic storm of color, her emotions flaring across her patterns like lightning. Lavender edged with coral blazed first, aggravated embarrassment, before it bled into pulsing flecks of simmering burgundy and violet, as though the frustration Lysander von Ascania had kindled in her was a quasar about to explode. She had never been this vexed, baffled, or outright furious in her entire life.

Moof milkers? Seriously? MOOF MILKERS?!

The insult burned through her like a supernova, and her skin flared in sharp silver threads that seemed to etch along her iridescent patterns. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, not just in defiance but to shield herself from the inferno of emotions spiraling inside her as mortification wormed in her mind again. Because the worst part? Zaiya's terrible habit of overthinking turned every word Lysander had thrown her way into evidence for some twisted conspiracy. Surely all this relentless teasing had something to do with that comment. The Yum Bunny debacle.

Her mind spiraled. Would the Yum Bunny jokes ever stop? Or was she doomed to relive that mortifying reference forever?

And then Lysander upped the ante.

"A glowing space slug?" Zaiya's jaw dropped, her patterns flashing so fast between hurt and rage that her entire body looked like a malfunctioning holobillboard. First her chest, then her colors, now her hair, and then this?!

She couldn't believe it. She had endured stares and whispers her whole life, mocked for the way her bioluminescence made her stand out like a beacon. But Lysander had managed to weaponize her insecurities, throwing his arrogance around with such precision it felt deliberate.

Zaiya's patterns darkened, stormy inky strands muting the edges of her mottled spots as the sting of his words sank deeper. Hurt flickered beneath her anger, but she wasn't about to let him win. Not like this.

The insult train didn't stop there, of course -- Because apparently, Lysander's brand of obnoxiousness wasn't complete without throwing boots.

When they came flying at her, Zaiya reacted on instinct. With a sharp wave of her hand, she summoned the Force, snatching Aiden's cookie plate to intercept, the remaining cookies scattering to the floor. One boot clattered harmlessly to the side as Domxite came up to use their telekinesis. They rushed up to try to get near Lovalla and help her calm down. The other barely ricocheted off the plate Zaiya had summoned, causing the boot to land near her feet with an obnoxious thud.

Her chest heaved, her colors blazing anew, and she lifted her chin in defiance at Lysander's retreating figure.

"You're the disgrace, Lysander! A disgrace to those who walk the path of the Jedi, to your Master, and most certainly to Knight Corazona von Ascania !"

Her voice rang out like a challenge, those words heavy with the weight of her hurt and defiance. Her bioluminescence flared once more, the last vestiges of her restraint hanging by a thread.

Zaiya wasn't sure whether to cry or scream, but she knew one thing for certain: she was so done letting Lysander get the better of her!

 

[Iris Arani]

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Iris let out a sigh before looking to Zaiya. The girl was upset. Rightfully so at this point. The Knight's expression was hard to read as she looked after where the boy had disappeared before she stood. Stepped over to her Padawan to gently touch her shoulder. "You, Falleen. That is the second time that boy has deemed it proper to attack my Padawan. I should've restrained him properly, rather than just flip him as I did. I trusted my Padawan was safe here."

Her gaze shifted back to Zaiya as she started to usher the girl from the room.

"I was wrong to trust. Come along, Zaiya. We're going home."

Zaiya Ceti