Faction New Beginnings (Open to RNR)

[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 | Aadihr Lidos | Briana Sal-Soren | Rik Perris | Cerys Dyn​

The argument came to a grinding halt as her cousin put her foot down. In a rather impressive but familiar way.

The wicked smile on her own face changed to a grin, even under the scrutiny of Briana's stare. Whether from audacity or willingness to push buttons, she met the look Briana gave her with amusement dancing across her emotions. Dropping a not so subtle mental message regarding the two.

Reminds me of a younger you in some ways... and, pretty sure he's smitten with her. He wasn't gonna swing.

Her thoughts interrupted by a set of feelings she hadn't expected to be present at such a gathering. Her eyes sliding past Briana and finding themselves settling on Rik to see him shift slightly. Lossa made no change to her features as she watched him, letting her eyes barely slide past her cousin as she tried to figure out what exactly the man was feeling before he looked away. Perhaps surprise had let those feelings loose as they disappeared just as quickly as they had made themselves known. A there-and-gone glower directed his way before the full brunt of her distaste settled itself on Cerys Dyn.

Looking Cerys over and taking stock of how their time apart had treated the padawan. A brow rose slightly, and the intensity of her glower shifted to a slight frown.

Her gaze trailing away finally as she said nothing. Instead lifting her hand towards her mouth. Mental attention fixated on the tray of cookies as the padawan moved away. One of the treats vanishing from the tray without being touched, appearing in Lossa's hand as she took a bite and paused, blinking. Savoring the flavor as she covered her mouth.

"Mmm! Fese awr gud! Kep makin dese." A smile finally appearing as her other hand moved towards Briana, and another cookie was teleported from the tray to her free hand.

Unceremoniously, the cookie was extended to Briana with an expectant look.

"Try this. You should have him help with life skill classes for everyone."

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Robes
TAGS: Lysander von Ascania | Lossa Aureus | Briana Sal-Soren | Zaiya Ceti | Kahne Porte | Cerys Dyn | Katherine Holt | Lorn Reingard

There was some disturbance going on near the training grounds. He'd hoped it would be empty so he could take some time to beat up a training droid or something of that nature. He was feeling confined in the temple lately and needed to air out his feelings somewhere they wouldn't end up hurting someone he didn't want to hurt. Which basically was everyone in the temple because even though he seemed rather broody and irritable, he did actually like everyone. Mostly.

When he walked in, he ran smack dab into Lysander. Not literally running because he was walking, but he did bump into him.

"Watch it," he said, stepping around the kid, and then noticing that everyone seemed to be focused on Lysander as well, which inadvertently meant he was in everyone's gaze, too. His skin started to turn red (like fully red). "Damn."

He stepped around the guy and decided to more or less ignore everyone else, though his gaze flicked over all of them before he headed towards the nearby storage in search of a training droid. If they wanted to have a social hour there it was fine, but he wanted to work on his technique and build up a sweat, not get locked into some random conversation if he could avoid it. Given that both Briana and Kahne were present he was likely to end up getting instructed again, but that was the life of a padawan, even a late stage one.

So while they talked, he rummaged through the storage.

 

[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 Briana Sal-Soren Kahne Porte Lossa Aureus Katherine Holt

Zaiya clenched her jaw, the coral tones shimmering over her skin darkening with the faintest flicker of lavender as her irritation built.

Of course, he wouldn't let this go, she thought. Lysander's gaze shifted toward Lossa, his jaw tightening, and Zaiya caught the faintest spark of annoyance in his expression. Whatever had set him off, it was growing, and his words dripped with challenge.

"The point," Zaiya began, her voice steady despite the growing storm of colors rippling over her skin, "is that you shouldn't have been using your saber hilt to gesture at anyone, much less in a way that could be taken as a th-- "

"You still didn't answer my last question either,"

Zaiya froze mid sentence. The coral hues that had settled on her skin flared into a deeper, simmering violet in growing exasperation.

Why does he keep bringing up Aris? she wondered, exasperation twisting in her chest. Didn't Lysander just mention having a girlfriend? Or someone?

Why is he so obsessed with Aris? Her mind jumped to conclusions, her thoughts racing with unwelcome possibilities about Lysander and her best friend Aris Noble .

Don't tell me… The realization hit her like a starship dropping out of hyperspace...He has feelings for Aris? Does he… like-like him?

For the first time in her life, Zaiya's mottled spots pulsated in a simmering burgundy as they were quickly overtaken by ripples of silver glowing along their edges -- and it was only the beginning.

"Stop asking about Aris!" she snapped, the words spilling out before she could stop them. Her tone carried a rare edge of jealousy, her skin blooming in emerald greens tinged with iridescent silver. The vivid, swirling display was a kaleidoscope of emotions: resentment, confusion, and something new she couldn't quite name.

It sent a vibrant ripple of shimmering hues cascading over Zaiya's skin, pulsing in mesmerizing waves that shifted and danced like firelight across a waterfall. The display was breathtakingly vivid, a kaleidoscope of emotions unfurling in a manner that made her seem like a living, breathing work of art. For a moment, she resembled a Surakkean peacock in the midst of a full display, every color radiating outward in defiant brilliance as though her very skin was speaking for her when words failed.

"That's enough, out of all of you."

Master Kahne Porte's voice cut through the tension like a well-aimed blaster shot. Zaiya's colors dimmed instantly, her skin muting to softer, subdued shades as shame settled over her. The brilliant ripple of hues that had mirrored her frustration moments before faded away, leaving only a muted coral blush at the edges of her mottled patterns.

Knight Briana Sal-Soren stepped forward, her presence commanding but calm, addressing Lysander first, but Zaiya also felt the weight of her gaze. It wasn't harsh, but it was sharp enough to carve through the jumble of emotions swirling in Zaiya's chest. The Lovalla Padawan resisted the urge to fidget, clasping her hands tightly behind her back as if the posture alone could keep the flood of feelings, and the accompanying colors at bay.

And Padawan Ceti. Attempting to forcibly remove another's weapon through the Force only served to escalate an already tense situation. As Jedi, our first responsibility is to defuse conflict, not intensify it." A beat passed, one eyebrow raising slightly. "Besides, if Knight Aureus had concerns about Padawan von Ascania's behavior towards her, she is more than capable of addressing it herself."

Zaiya bowed her head, her cheeks burning a dull coral of embarrassment -- especially since Lossa Aureus had to observe all of this.

"I apologize, Master Porte, Knight Sal-Soren, and Knight Aureus," she murmured her voice barely above a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might amplify her shame. Her gaze stayed fixed on the floor, her fingers curling tightly together behind her back in an effort to ground herself. Domxite nudged at her cheek, offering comfort.

"Now, Lysander, Zaiya, since the two of you seem to have excess energy this morning, perhaps we should channel it productively." She gestured to the training area. "I want the two of you to practice the first kata of Form I while working to mirror each other's movements, maintaining eye contact throughout. This exercise requires focus, patience, and most importantly, the ability to work in harmony with others, even those you may find... challenging."

Lysander, however, wasn't ready to let it go.

.“I didn't start it!” His voice raised just a notch. Shades of red colored his cheeks as he recalled his truth of past experiences with the girl. “On the note of losing an eye,” he continued with a steady voice, “that’s almost what happened to me the first time I ever laid eyes on Zaiya.”

Zaiya's lips pressed into a thin line, and her skin flared coral again, cheeks flaming hot. She didn't need the Force to know exactly what incident he was referring to. Mortification that he would even make such a statement and embarrass her more raced through her, melding with teenage body image anxieties that seeded her mind with plenty of fodder for her overthinking tendencies.

The gall!

“Form I?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Shii-Cho sucks.. it’s ancient.. who even uses that anymore?”

Zaiya shot Lysander a withering look, her lips twitching with suppressed exasperation as another pulsating ripple of bioluminescence of silvery threads painted her skin.

Stars, he's such a brat. How does his Master deal with him? Much less, how was he even selected as a Padawan?!!

But she wasn't about to argue. It seemed she wasn't the only one who thought so, much to Zaiya's growing sense of mortification and embarrassment, noticing just how many spectators they had; even Katherine Holt agreeing that Form I had practical use. That Zaiya had reacted and finally taken Lysander's bait in such a state left Lovalla feeling incredibly flustered and ashamed, and now she is properly contrite regarding how she acted.

Taking a calming breath, Zaiya dipped her head respectfully.

"As you wish, Knight Sal-Soren."

As she turned toward the training area, Zaiya cast a sidelong glance at Lysander, her gaze saying everything she didn't: You are the most entitled, insufferable person I've ever met.

The colors rippling faintly under her skin echoed her thoughts, but thankfully, no one around her could understand what the color combinations meant, and her mental shields were locked in tight.

Of all the things she expected to do today, this had not been the sort of fun exploring and learning events she had been looking forward to.

 

[Cerys Dyn]

She was not surprised that she had been corrected. In fact, she had leaned into that outcome hard. Might as well rip the bandaid off quickly, she didn't belong here either.

Her demeanour grew more rigid, and her face more stern. "All of this is just another way for Jedi to be pulled to the dark side," she grumbled. Lovers. Babies. Families. It was all a weakness that Jedi could not afford to have. The stakes for their failure were far too high. She was aware of what her new master had done, and it was just confirmation to her that attachments were not good. She would learn what she could from Brandyn, from this Tycho, from Briana...Lossa...Kahne...Lorn...the lot of them. But she would not learn their great weakness. Well, she would learn from them if they didn't kick her out in her first week.

Despite her defiance, Cerys felt small under Tycho's disapproving glare. This only intensified with Brandyn's sister addressed her directly. She had great ears. And great authority. Cerys shrank back under her reprimand, before Lossa's gaze just drilled into her.

That's right. I don't belong here with you. Just say it.

And then the intensity of everything seemed to explode. The opalescent one seemed to explode in different colourations. The young man got more annoying. And everyone got cookies.

Even with Briana putting her foot down, and Master Porte speaking up, things seemed still tense. Cerys' ire began to rise again.

They don't want you here. They have nothing to teach you.

"Great beginning to the Order of Shiraya everyone!" She piped up, "ten out of ten start. Really gives one confidence in how this will all play out..."

Say it. Prove them right. You don't belong. Her internal voice seemed to take on a darker tone. Cerys followed the emotion of the room.

"...but I guess with leaders who have parents so blinded by attachment that they both end up..."

Say it.

"...dead...what can you expect!"

Lorn Reingard Katherine Holt Lossa Aureus Briana Sal-Soren Zaiya Ceti Lysander von Ascania Tycho Arak Joro Kal'nath Aiden Porte Kahne Porte

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace​

Tags: Katherine Holt

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Lorn's gaze drifted to the Grandmaster, the figure Kahne Porte regarded with such reverence. He mentally flagged the woman for a later conversation, a plan quickly swallowed by the erupting chaos. Kahne's sharp bark cut through the pandemonium, demanding silence. The Grandmaster followed with a scathing rebuke, her words echoing through the temple. These Padawans, daring to display such insolence before the entire order. And the audacity of the blonde one, who dared to mutter a further, defiant whisper. The air crackled with the lingering tension, the scent of burnt ambition thick in the silence that followed.

Then Aiden arrived with a tray of warm cookies. The sweet aroma cut through the lingering tension. Lorn accepted one, offering Aiden a grateful smile. The cookie was halfway to his mouth when the Torgrutan launched into a scathing review of the Order. Her words were sharp, laced with bitterness, a rebellion against the very principles of the leadership. She spoke of attachment, of loss – and then, the shocking sting of a veiled reference to someone's death.

The serene calm of the morning felt like a distant dream. One moment, the sun had been warm on his face, the next, he was immersed in a maelstrom of accusations and unsettling revelations.

Katherine floated back towards him after adding her own comments. "Are they in love or something?" he whispered, his voice barely audible above the murmuring crowd. "Are these Padawans always like this?"

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber, Echo Stone | Tag: Cerys Dyn ​

The silence that followed Cerys's outburst was razor-edged, capable of cutting through durasteel. The defiant quips of the Padwans lost to the background, Lossa's subtle dig at her cooking skills forgotten in the space of a moment.

Briana understood teenage rebellion. She'd lived it, with her own path having been marked by the same sort of restless energy she saw in Lysander — a mix of defiance and potential, challenging authority, but ultimately movable. Those moments were typical. Predictable, even. This was different.

This was deliberate cruelty. A calculated strike meant to wound, not challenge.

Lossa had told her about Cerys antics when she'd arrived at the Jakku Enclave shortly after Zeriana's birth, and when she'd received the dossier on the young woman it'd been... troubling, filed with a litany of failed placements and being shuffled from place to place. It'd been clear that she needed stability, but there'd been some hesitation on her part out of a genuine concern about whether or not they could truly help. But when Brandyn mentioned potentially being able to take her on, of providing a consistent framework for her, Briana had agreed to admit her.

With Cerys having picked at the pain of her parents' loss, Briana was reconsidering whether or not she'd made the right choice.

Her gaze swept the room - taking in the shocked faces, the tension vibrating through the Force. Padawans. Knights. Each watching, waiting to see how she would respond. Briana would not give them a spectacle. Instead, Briana slowly unclenched her fist, back straightening, chin lifting.

"Padawan Ceti. Padawan von Ascania." Her voice cut across the room, still not yet addressing Cerys or what she'd said. "I expect you both to complete the exercise as instructed. Master Porte and Knight Aureus will oversee the training segment." She glanced at Kahne and Lossa, lingering on her cousin, in particular. "Make sure they work together, not against each other."

Walking over to Cery's, Briana placed a firm hand on the Padwan's shoulder, passing an apologetic look to Rik. "I'm going to have to step out, but please, stay. Explore the temple. There's still much here beyond what you've seen." Then, with a gentle nudge, Briana guided the young Padawan toward the exit.

The conversation to come would no doubt be intense.

BRIANA EXIT
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[Lysander von Ascania]

Zaiya Ceti Briana Sal-Soren Cerys Dyn Lossa Aureus
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Lysander offered a simple nod to Aiden. Still tasting the freshly baked cookie on his tongue kept the other Padawan in good graces. The first comment slipped past him, feeling as though it were a foreign language, but he would address what was said next. “They're amazing, just like you,” he commented. A smile spread across his features. “I like them better than some of the people at the enclave today.”

He turned to Tycho Arak who approached. The man’s words hung in the air along with the tension that still lingered. There was another flicker of frustration ignited within him; he knew the importance of Form I, but found himself yearning to explore the elegance of Makashi, or the more powerful strikes of Djem So. His comment on Shii-So had fled out of his mouth based on raw emotion. “Yes. Obviously, I did not convey my thoughts properly. I’m quite certain I deserve to hold my lightsaber,” he declared, his voice firm. The conversation proved to be short as the figure was already beginning to depart.

But then there was another. As Rik Perris voice filled the space between them, Lysander found himself tracing the neatly groomed lines of the man’s beard, each one a testament to the skill of whoever his barber was. The fade looked flawless. He then made eye contact, managing a faint smile in return. A nonchalant shrug of the shoulders was offered, still struggling to find a sense of peace. "Thank you for your wisdom, Blademaster," he replied smoothly. Then, a playful grin formed. "If no one's ever told you, your beard is the finest on Naboo."

Now it seemed like everyone was jumping on, like it was the popular thing to do or something. Everyone was feeling the need to add their own two credits. The girl in the hoverchair left practically no opportunity to reply. The teen glanced down at the half eaten treat still clenched in his grasp. He channeled the annoyance through telekinesis, watching as the it lifted in the air. And with a flick of the wrist, it whizzed over Katherine Holt 's head and dropped beside her. It served as his silent acknowledgment.

While some of the Togruta’s rant was deaf on him, it was her energy the boy found contagious. The adrenaline instantly resurfaced, senses sharpening again. The timing felt magical; he was now ready to deal with the Lovalla, especially having noticed Briana preparing to leave with the resentful Padawan.

With purposeful steps, Lysander strode towards the training area, his eyes fixed on the girl as she approached. Reaching the wall, he grasped a training staff, similar to the one Lorn Reingard was wielding earlier. Slowly, he began to perform some of the katas of Shii-Cho; the movements were controlled. He glanced around, making sure no one was listening.

"Why are you so annoying, Zaiya?! Seriously, what’s the deal? It’s like your entire existence is just to make my life more complicated!” He inhaled another breath, continuing a heartbeat later. “Did you wake up this morning like, ‘Hmm I wonder how I can ruin Lysander’s morning’? And how about this staff? Am I holding it wrong too? Oh wait, let me guess. I’m breathing too loudly!”

A sigh escaped his lips. “What's with the need to boss everyone around? You're not the Jedi Council! You're a Padawan like me! So why are you acting like you got a higher rank?!"

 

[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​

Katherine raised an eyebrow as she felt the makeshift ‘projectile’ soar over her head harmlessly, dropping to the floor beside her. The Padawan glanced over to Lysander, but the blonde teenager had already turned away to do as he had been instructed. What a waste of a cookie.

To Lorn’s whispered question, Katherine simply shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea...” Although that could be said towards everything that had happened within the last hour or so. Beyond the situation between the Zaiya and Lysander, there had seemingly been something going on with the Togruta Padawan. From what Katherine had gathered from the teenager’s words, she was overly strict when it came to the Jedi teachings. More so than the older Orders Katherine had read up on.

Whatever was going on with her, it was enough for Briana to excuse herself and take Cerys with her. Oh right, she did introduce herself as Knight Sal-Soren’s Padawan.

“But no, they’re not in love. At least so on Zaiya’s part anyway.” She whispered back. From her conversations with the young teeanger, it would’ve been a massive surprise if it had been the case. “Her people; the Lovalla, don’t form attachments easily. What this is, is two differing personalities clashing, stemming from what sounds like a pretty embarrassing situation prior.”

Katherine shook her head to Lorn’s follow up question, laughing lightly. “No, I can assure they’re not always like this.”

 

[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 Lossa Aureus Kahne Porte

Zaiya's training staff moved with precise, measured arcs as she focused on the opening kata of Form I. Her muscles worked automatically through the familiar Shii-Cho patterns, but her mind was elsewhere, irritation buzzing at the edges of her concentration. The shimmering patterns across her skin rippled faintly, a mixture of deep blues and muted orange reflecting her attempt to keep calm.

Then, as if summoned by her thoughts -- or her frustration -- Lysander Von Ascania stomped into the training area. His presence brushed against her awareness in the Force like a burst of static. Zaiya sighed, her colors shifting slightly as she tried to push the irritation down. Domxite was settled on a bench nearby, watching the interaction while offering encouragement. They had been trying to talk to Zaiya as she did her best to calm down.

The Lovalla didn't have to look up to feel him settle a few paces away. He grabbed a training staff and, for a moment, began working through the same katas with rare focus. Zaiya almost let herself relax, thinking perhaps the boy had finally found some discipline.

Then his voice cut through the silence.

"Why are you so annoying, Zaiya?! Seriously, what’s the deal? It’s like your entire existence is just to make my life more complicated!” He inhaled another breath, continuing a heartbeat later. “Did you wake up this morning like, ‘Hmm I wonder how I can ruin Lysander’s morning’? And how about this staff? Am I holding it wrong too? Oh wait, let me guess. I’m breathing too loudly!”

Her staff froze mid swing. A defensive streak of silver edged orange rippled across her mottled skin. She turned her head just enough to glance at him, her iridescent blue eyes narrowing. Zaiya's expression darkened as she watched him gesture with his training staff. She rolled her eyes.

"What's with the need to boss everyone around? You're not the Jedi Council! You're a Padawan like me! So why are you acting like you got a higher rank?!"

He scoffed, his voice laced with mockery, and Zaiya's cheeks flared coral, hints of lavender creeping to the tips of her spots, soft silvery glowing effects of bioluminescence now brightening her skin like the fall of meteors over a sunrise.

"Oh, is this your idea of a serious conversation?" she said, lowering her staff to her side. "Or are you just looking for an argument?"

Zaiya clenched her fists, the swirling hues across her skin flashing a darkening lavender and violet ombre as her frustration built. She took a breath, her colors dimming slightly as she fought to steady herself.

Calm. Be calm.

"I wouldn't have to say anything if you didn't act like a Lothcat with its tail stepped on half the time," she said, her voice sharp but measured. "Do you even think before you leap into situations? Or consider that words and actions might have consequences?"

 

[Lossa Aureus]

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

The attempt at some humor was lost in the moment that padawan Dyn decided to take a cruel dig at Briana. The slight buzz of irritation from Lossa faded away as her mind locked itself down on emotions. Her gaze firmly locked on the padawan now as intrusive thoughts became welcome ones in the wake of those words. As much as the two cousins were at odds, and she was rather enjoying the frustration she was instilling, the protectiveness in her spiked.

The cookie offered to Briana crumbled in her clenched fist as it opened to let the remains fall to the floor.

Before her hand could slide towards one of the Daggers nestled against her thigh plate, Briana caught her eye in the sweeping look.

Lossa had withdrawn her emotions, opting to display a deathly calm as her expression turned bland. The calm she usually dove towards when it came to a task that was grizzly but required. Separating the emotion from the act as she had done in her months of searching the Outer Rim for leads. But now, her hand stayed by a look from Briana, she instead waited and remained centered in the eye of the internal storm that had consumed her.

Instructions were shared, and the requirements made clear as Lossa stuffed the remainder of her treat into her mouth. Opting to silence herself before her mouth had any chance to betray her feelings.

Meeting Briana's gaze with a sympathetic look before nodding and moving to follow Zaiya out of the room.

Trying to mentally make the journey to that familiar scene that had become a struggle to conjure up. A favored dune on Jakku to remind of her balance. Of peace. Sereni-

Lysander broken the silence with renewed vigor in his attempts to throw off Zaiya. Or whatever it was boys did when they didn't understand why someone made them feel a certain way. The banter between was likely not going to let up on the tension soon, and the purpose of this exercise would be missed by both of them. Playing the earlier meeting back in her mind for anything useful, she leaned against the wall with a barely there grin.

He had gotten snippy about his sister, and they hadn't spoken in enough time the question felt almost proper.

Almost.

"Hey, is Cora still dating someone?" She lobbed the question casually. As if asking about the weather when a spare second was presented to interrupt the dynamic duo.

 

[Iris Arani]

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Iris was elsewhere today, at least. Painting as she ever did, when she needed to destress. After Iridonia, it was important. And it'd let Zaiya explore the world and see the beauty of Naboo herself. Briana Sal-Soren was one of her closest friends after all, so why wouldn't Zaiya have a good time learning some things from the locals here? She frowned slightly, glancing up to the sky with her paint covered face.

Domxite was with Zaiya. And she could feel something was up even from this far away through her bond with the gem. So, she took out a datapad. Lossa was there too.

'Hey, Lossa. It's Iris. Been a while huh- anyway. I sent my Padawan to chill with the group and learn whatever it is they're teaching. Can you keep an eye on her for me? Feels like somethings off. Her name's Zaiya. Thanks.

.. Oh we should hang out again. Uh-'

Iris just clicked send before she started to ramble more, grumbling some as she turned back to her art.

Lossa Aureus | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Kahne Porte]

"Great beginning to the Order of Shiraya everyone!"

"ten out of ten start. Really gives one confidence in how this will all play out..."

"...but I guess with leaders who have parents so blinded by attachment that they both end up..."

"...dead...what can you expect!"

That's one way to clear a room.....

The Jedi Master narrowed his eyes at Cerys Dyn , not expecting that sort of comment. Much less directed towards the Grandmaster and her brother. A silence hung in the room, a blanket of unease and distress blanketed the room. While he showed not frustrations or anger towards her, even though she had just essentially insulted their leaders. There was something more at work here, something deeper that only Briana Sal-Soren would understand. And it was rightfully so as she pulled her to the side and instructed Lossa Aureus and himself to continue to oversee this lesson.

"I expect you both to complete the exercise as instructed. Master Porte and Knight Aureus will oversee the training segment."

"Understood, Grandmaster." Kahne indicated with a small bow of his head before he glanced back towards Zaiya Ceti and Lysander von Ascania

And thus it started against between the two. Kahne truly didn't know whether to laugh.....or laugh. Trading playground insults back and forth to each other. There were other more constructive ways to handle this.

"Both of you...." Kahne spoke to Zaiya and Lysander. "Keep your thoughts to yourselves and your mouths closed." The Jedi spoke in a cold tone glancing between the two. "Since you are both so eager to trade insults, let's make them physical. If you have frustrations, get them out, there." He pointed towards the sparring ring. "Gather your gear, and get situated." Kahne motioned for them on either side of the ring.

"Whomever gains the first hit, wins that round. And we will keep going. And no cheap shots either, if you want to play like that go to Tatooine." The Jedi Master said with a small smirk, as he then glanced to Lossa. "You can stand in Lysander's corner, I will stand in Zaiya's. Let's get these Padawan's some training in."

Kahne walked over towards Zaiya as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Focus, clear your mind my friend. Pay little attention to the comments of a foolish boy." The Jedi Master turned away but then glanced back towards Zaiya, he leaned in and whispered. "And for the sake of my sanity, knock the crown prince on his ass." Kahne winked at her as he turned away and stepped off the mat.


This should be interesting...

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Shiraya's Sanctuary | Training Terrace​

Tags: Katherine Holt | Others

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Lorn watched the cookie hit the ground of the terrace, that blonde kid sure was bold. He tried to think back if he was ever like that – probably. It was a time filled with intense feelings and a lot of energy, a far cry from the calm he tried to cultivate now.

He smiled as Katherine offered her assessment of the situation. "Well she might not be in love, but it sure seems like he is." he said, coming to a conclusion with the limited knowledge he possessed. Lysander's blatant, albeit clumsy, affections were hard to miss.

He watched the group move to form an impromptu spar. Older members took sides, splitting into different corners. "Shall we?" Lorn asked Katherine, stepping away to the outskirts of the room to make way for whatever was about to happen.

He leaned against a nearby pillar, observing the scene with amusement. "My credits are on... Zaiya, is it?" he declared, sizing her up. She seemed the weaker party in this match, but he imagined she could surprise them all.

"I've seen plenty of boys like him... All bark and no bite." Lorn declared, a smirk playing on his lips. That wasn't to say they couldn't make a warrior out of the blonde one, but right now, he seemed to be all bluster and intimidation.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

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Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti Kahne Porte Briana Sal-Soren
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As the girl's movements came to a halt, it was as if all the world around them had suddenly faded away, leaving only the two of them in this moment. The Padawan stood casually, a small smirk playing upon his lips. His relaxed posture was a stark contrast to the energy felt emanating from her.

"Honestly, Zaiya," he drawled, "you don’t even seem like you’re capable of having a serious conversation, let alone putting together a single logical thought." With a flick of his wrist, Lysander finally let his own staff drop to his side. The teen’s gaze drifted towards the abundance of colors that was the Lovalla's hair; it lingered for a long moment. “At least Loth cats are actually cute," he mused. "That bird’s nest up there looks more dangerous than the jungles of Felucia."

Lysander laughed; it echoed off the walls of the training chamber. “And you think I’m the one who needs to worry about consequences? Sometimes, risks are okay to take. You might just be the most boring Padawan I've ever met,” He then brought a hand to his forehead, attempting to mimic her tone from earlier. “I’m sooo sorry Master Porte and Knight Sal-Soren. I must have completely forgotten my place!”

The Zealtron’s words felt intrusive, instantly interrupting their exchange. There was a tug at the corners of his mouth; the question sounded ignorant, just like her comment earlier. “Why do you care? Cora’s been with the same person for years now,” he answered, his voice steady, but with an edge now. The blonde couldn’t help but think there were other implications that came with it.

His gaze shifted to her completely, mixed with irritation and protectiveness. “My sister has the elegance and class of a noblewoman; she's not some stray harlot from Hutt Space entertaining the riffraff." The boy scanned her over exactly as he’d done so earlier. “Anything else you’d like to know? Shouldn’t you be busy doing push ups or something instead of prying into someone’s private matters?”

Kahne's voice cut through the tension in the air like a blade. Lysander met the man's gaze with a hint of rebellion sparking within, before turning his head to exchange another quick glance with Zaiya; the look suggested annoyance.

As the Jedi Master finished speaking, Lysander's attention instantly turned to the mention of Lossa being in his corner. The thought churned in his stomach. Why her? He instinctively shook his head.

Determination coursed through his veins while adrenaline beat in his chest. The boy strode towards the sparring ring with purpose. He reached for one of the training sabers hanging on the wall. As it was held before him, he tested its familiar weight. The only thing that mattered now was the chance to prove himself– minus any distractions that Lossa would probably bring.

 

[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 Lossa Aureus Kahne Porte

Every time Lysander von Ascania, the so-called self declared Crown Prince of Ukatis, spoke, Zaiya found herself questioning reality. How could this obnoxious, sharp tongued disaster possibly be related to someone as graceful and dignified as Corazona von Ascania ? He couldn't be. He had to be some rogue Womp Rat cuckolded and smuggled into her family, wreaking havoc with every snide remark and eye roll.

Crown Prince of Ukatis? Yeah, right. More like the self proclaimed King of the Gutter with that wretched insufferable mouth of his!

Lysander's words weren't just rude; they were relentless. He attacked her intelligence, mocked her respect for the Masters, dismissed her attempts to follow the Jedi Code, and even -- even -- took a swipe at her hair.

My hair! Zaiya's colorful, carefully dyed locks were a point of pride, a way to stand out in a galaxy where other Lovalla had brighter natural hues.

That insult hit like a blaster bolt to the chest.

Her skin betrayed her emotions, a storm of lavender and violet swirling over her spots, edged with glowing silvery threads. Anger deepened the hues into a simmering burgundy, while her base tone dulled to a pewter gray flecked with inky dark script; words unspoken, feelings unexpressed. Even her vibrant hair seemed to crackle with tension, standing out in sharp contrast to her now muted colors.

The worst part? She cared. His words stung more than they should have, cutting through her usual calm like a vibroblade.

None of this should've mattered. Not Lossa's quippy question about who Cora was dating. Not Master Porte's calm instruction to let it go, to focus on the training and not the petty provocations of a foolish boy.

But it did matter.

Because Lysander clearly had no shame. No respect. No understanding of what it meant to be a Jedi. And Zaiya had reached her limit.

"Real life doesn't have training rings or sparring circles," she said, her voice sharp as the crackle of her staff against the floor. Something the Lovalla Padawan had learned in the cruelest of ways on Elrood, at Tython Station, at Iridonia. Her bioluminescent patterns shimmered dangerously, silvery threads tracing jagged lines like fractures in stone.

"Something von Ascania clearly doesn't get."

She didn't move from her spot, didn't get any other gear, didn't take her eyes off him as they began to give off an iridescent blue glow. Her hand tightened around the training staff, her knuckles glowing faintly with her building frustration. The challenge hung in the air like a drawn blade.

"It's been your move for a while now," she added, her tone as cool as the icy gray dapples spreading across her skin, daring him to come back and fight him right where she stood. Where things could change at any moment. Where he wasn't bound by little safe sparring rings if he dared.

"I'm still waiting."

Her words dared him to act, to prove whether there was anything behind the snark and arrogance he wore like a second skin. She was done playing his Dejarik game. If Lysander wanted to test her patience, he was about to find out just how far she could go.

 

[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​

Master Porte took his place I'm Zaiya's corner while Lossa made her way to Lysander's. As much as she would have enjoyed being behind Zaiya in this situation to inspire her a little, that would have been dangerous doting on her part.

And as much as she wanted to watch Lysander get himself smacked silly, the point was to somehow get them to work together.

Which was going to be near impossible with the back and forth the two kept holding between them. His retort to her question bringing with it another passing comment as she moved behind him now and slipped back into the bland presence she could safely maintain.

"Ah, understandable, Makka is a good kisser. I'll have to invite them over sometime. And I already did my morning routine." Dropping the topic now as she examined Zaiya's stance before looking back to the one she was supposed to council.

She guessed as to what his answer might be, but decided to ask anyway.

"You want any input, or are you sure of yourself?" There was no bitterness or inflection in her words. Cold and analytical as she looked back to Zaiya once again before regarding him.

"You've done well to unsettle her, but this tactic is a double edged sword."

 

[Iris Arani]

​

No response from Lossa, and a worrying amount of frustration from Zaiya that Domxite was feeling. Iris let out a sigh before she packed right up, probably leaving behind too many supplies, and rushed to where she could feel the frustration coming from. What did she walk in on though? Her Padawan being encouraged to fight while angry.

Iris blinked slowly as she stepped over beside her Padawan, looked right at Kahne Porte with the most disapproval Iris had ever had in her life, then reached out to touch Zaiya's shoulder.

"Zaiya, you're not fighting. Come along."

Zaiya Ceti | Lysander von Ascania | Lossa Aureus

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Lossa Aureus Zaiya Ceti Kahne Porte Briana Sal-Soren Iris Arani

​

Rooted in his current position while feeling the tension of air lingering around them, he began to exude an air of calm. The teen undoubtedly heard her words along with the comments suggesting urgency. At first he remained silent, tilting his chin to suggest superiority rather than the slightest hint of concern. With a simple dismissive gesture, he swatted the air as if shooing away some pesky insect; it was to signal that her words wouldn't provoke him.

His focus shifted to the Zealtron for a moment. Lysander raised a brow in disbelief at her remark about Makko and his sister. It seemed that every time she opened her mouth, a bunch of irrelevant words poured out. He shook his head slowly, but this time amusement flickered in the boy's gaze, rather than irritation. “If you’re so lonely,” he said, his tone laced with mischief, “I do have a friend I could introduce you to.” A warm smile crept onto his lips. “His name’s Roman Vossari . And he just so happens to be an older and much taller Padawan who's also the finest fisherman the galaxy has ever known. I'll be sure to give you his HoloNet details after this.”

Then another, unfamiliar voice, was suddenly hard from afar. And based on the words, he presumed it to be the girl's Master.

With a slow breath, he turned his back to Lossa, allowing all thoughts to form like ice in his veins. There was a devilish smirk flashing now, a daring glint sparkling in his emerald eyes. "You don't get to just walk away. Not now. Maybe I should just send you back to Coruscant myself," he stated. His voice carried playfulness that contrasted the current situation.

He reflected back on some of the street talk acquired from a mission with Jasper Kai'el and Corazona von Ascania in the under levels of Coruscant. The words would roll off his tongue smoothly. “I’ve had enough of your fething chit for one day, Zaiya. I came here to just train, but it appears you're capable of ruining just about anything.”

Wasting no time, he instinctively extended his free hand outward. The Padawan could feel the currents in the atmosphere urging to stop, to accept the girl for who she was and move on from all of this.

But it was too late. An all too familiar energy was beginning to gather like a storm at his fingertips.

In that same heartbeat, the Force flowed through him, a current of raw potential and power. He called upon everything he could muster. It became a single tangible force. And then, with another motion, he released it— a large wave of energy that radiated from him, storming toward Zaiya.

It erupted with fierce intensity, sweeping across the training ring. Lysander had never conjured one this powerful before, feeling as though it could wipe out everything in its path. His laughter echoed off the walls once more; he had already chosen his course, one that left no room for doubt.

 

[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 Kahne Porte Lossa Aureus

"Zaiya, you're not fighting. Come along."

"Iris!" Zaiya's voice rang out, sharp and startled, her head snapping toward her Master. Her iridescent blue eyes widened, the shock radiating through her as her focus shattered. She'd been too wrapped up in her frustration with Lysander, the insufferable blonde who always seemed to know exactly how to push her buttons.

Too late, Zaiya sensed her Master's presence, the awareness slamming into her like a cold wave. Her bioluminescent patterns flared and shifted, the warm tones draining into an embarrassed pewter before rippling into silvery luminance. Mortification painted itself across her skin as the weight of her actions came crashing down.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Lysander, of course, reacted just as he always did since Zaiya first met him, with equal parts smugness and audacity. Whatever Zaiya had said to him earlier must have struck deeper than she realized because the surge of power he called on now was nothing short of overwhelming. The Force rippled around him, strong and crackling, a storm Zaiya had only felt from a handful of Jedi Padawan's before.

She wasn't the only one to feel it, she could sense the other Masters and Knights such as Kahne Porte , Lossa Aureus , and of course, her Master Iris Arani nearby were already reacting, much faster than she. But she wasn't about to stand still and wait for someone else to intervene.

The Force push seemingly barreled toward her with a rush of kinetic energy, Lysander's infuriating laughter trailing in its wake. Instinct kicked in, and Zaiya's hands shot up, and a shimmering glow of an iridescent shield flared to life in front of her. Her bioluminescence flickered with intense focus, shifting into dark cobalts and silvers as she braced herself.

It was an attempt at a defensive move, but for the first time, part of her itched to twist it, to trap Lysander himself in a sphere of his own making. A taste of his own bratty nature. But she resisted the temptation. Petty wasn't her style… even if it was his.

Around her, others' actions seemed to slow, but Zaiya's focus was on Lysander, her lips drawn thinly. Of course they would be much faster to react, and perhaps her attempts to defend herself were in vain, but the mere act Lysander had made had sealed the blonde and Lovalla's fate now.

Lysander was the first Jedi ever to find herself on Zaiya's brand new chit list of the most annoying and insufferable Padawans she has ever met!

 

[Iris Arani]

​

Iris did move. Zaiya was keen enough to protect herself, but this was too far. Too much, too far, too fast. Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to appear beside Lysander. In a way, she did, but the reality was the former Shadow moved through the Force, blending before she appeared beside him to try and catch his wrist and full on flip him over her shoulder and into an arm lock on the ground.

It was one thing to insult her Padawan, another entirely to full on attack her when the fight was denied.

Lysander von Ascania | Zaiya Ceti | Kahne Porte | Lossa Aureus