Faction [NJO] The Next Chapter

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

The grand atrium of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant had been transformed for the occasion. Warm, golden light filtered through the high windows, casting intricate patterns on the polished floors below. Rows of Jedi, from Padawans to Knights and Masters, filled the space, their robes, jumpsuits and armors a sea of colorful tones that mirrored the unique harmony of the Order itself. Conversations hummed in the air, a low, respectful murmur that carried an undertone of excitement.

At the center of the atrium, an elevated platform stood, adorned with simple but elegant banners displaying the New Jedi Order insignia. It was here that the ceremony would take place — a tradition steeped in history and reverence, marking the initiation of two esteemed Jedi into the Council.

Valery stood at the forefront of the platform, her fiery amber gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd. Her presence was calm and full of joy. Today was a day of celebration, and a warm smile touched her lips as she looked out at her fellow Jedi. At her side stood two empty chairs, their simple design a testament to the humility and purpose of those who would soon occupy them. One chair was for Corazona von Ascania , her former Padawan and now a wise and compassionate leader, stepping into the role of Caretaker of First Knowledge. The other chair was for Ran Serys , a Jedi and friend of unparalleled dedication, chosen to serve as the new Chief Archivist.

Valery took a step forward and raised her voice to address the gathered Jedi.

"Today, we come together as an Order, united by our shared purpose and guided by the light of the Force. It is a rare and cherished moment when we welcome new voices to the Council — voices that will help shape the future of our Order and guide us through the challenges ahead."

She paused, her gaze sweeping the room. "Knights von Ascania and Serys, will you please step forward?"

From among the crowd, Cora and Ran soon emerged. Valery's smile grew as they joined her on the platform, and she gestured for them to face the assembly. "These two Jedi have dedicated their lives to the pursuit of knowledge, the preservation of wisdom, and the service of the Order. Knight von Ascania has grown into a remarkable leader and teacher within the Order, and because of all that hard work and dedication to sharing her wisdom with our Jedi, she will now take on the mantle of Caretaker of First Knowledge."

Valery smiled, then turned to look at Ran "Knight Serys, devoted to the archives and the safeguarding of our history, will serve as Chief Archivist. In this new role, she will be your guide to understanding the Force and the Galaxy around you." Together, and especially in collaboration with the Chief Curator, Valery felt the Council projected a much stronger focus on learning and development now.

A positive change for the future.

She turned to both Cora and Ran, her voice softening but carrying the weight of the moment. "Do you accept these responsibilities, knowing the challenges and sacrifices they may bring? Will you dedicate yourselves to serving the Order and the Force with wisdom, compassion, and resolve?"

The room fell silent, every Jedi in attendance waiting for their response.

It was a new chapter in the story of the Jedi Order, and Valery was honored to see it begin.

Ran Serys Corazona von Ascania Zark San Tekka Kahlil Noble Amani Serys Jonyna Si Efret Farr Elias Edo | Open to NJO​

 

[Jack Wright]

Seems like he arrived on Coruscant at the right time.

From among the crowd, Jack maintained his courteous disposition, hands clapsed before formal robes for the grand occasion. Though for the Jedi, grand may be underselling it. Two Masters about to ascend their due, with friends and families their witnesses.

At least, Jack assumed the latter. But then, that was the beauty among being the Jedi, smiling lightly as the ceremony continued, conducted by their wise, proud Grandmaster.

Everyone was family.

 

[Gil Horn]

Location: Coruscant | Jedi Temple
Tags: @Open

Gil Horn stood near the back of the gathered crowd, his arms crossed and his gloved mechanical hand resting lightly on his bicep as he watched the ceremony unfold. The warm light of the atrium cast a golden hue over the assembled Jedi, but Gil's attention was focused on the platform. He could feel the pride radiating through the Force, a sense of accomplishment and unity that was rare in these trying times.

As Valery spoke with calm authority and heartfelt joy, Gil found himself smiling faintly. It wasn't every day that Jedi were elevated to such esteemed positions, and seeing Cora and Ran step forward to accept their new roles filled him with a quiet sense of satisfaction. They had worked tirelessly, dedicating themselves to the ideals of the Order, and today, they were being recognized for it.

Gil mused to himself, his thoughts briefly turning inward. One day, maybe. But for now, this isn't about me. It's about them — about all of us, really. The Order's growing, adapting, surviving even when it seems like the galaxy is determined to tear us apart.

He adjusted the black glove on his mechanical hand, a small habitual gesture that helped him focus. Pride swelled in his chest, not just for Cora and Ran, but for the Order as a whole. The New Jedi Order wasn't perfect — far from it. Yet moments like this, moments where hope seemed tangible, reminded him why he stayed, why he fought, and why he believed in the Jedi's mission.

As the silence fell and the assembly awaited Cora and Ran's response, Gil felt the weight of the moment settle over him. The Force guides us all, even in darkness, he thought, his sharp green eyes watching every movement on the platform. Here's to a brighter future.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his Corellian coin and rolling it between his fingers as he stood among his fellow Jedi, quietly celebrating their shared victories and looking forward to the challenges yet to come.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Valery Noble Ran Serys Zark San Tekka Kahlil Noble Amani Serys Jonyna Si Efret Farr Elias Edo Jack Wright Gil Horn

At Valery's cue, Corazona emerged from the crowd with Ran. Back straight, hands clasped neatly together within the long sleeves of her ceremonial robe, she moved as though she were floating on air.

After ascending the steps of the platform, Cora stood next to her fellow Knight with a placid smile. The Mirialian was a fine pick for the council – Ran was strong and decisive, with a sharp mind and an even sharper blade. The pair had forged a bond in the chaos of the battle for Tython station, where Serys' quick thinking had saved her from losing an arm.

Cora's gaze panned from Ran to the crowd, her stately countenance gaining a measure of warmth. Some found ceremony to be tedious, but it was a joy to share this moment with others, many of whom she'd grown close to during their service.

There were times where Cora still saw herself as that pale, defeated girl locked away in the high tower of Ukatis. Never had that girl imagined she'd find her way back to the Jedi, nor have the opportunity to serve the Order such a capacity.

Master Noble's speech had a faint dusting of pink touch her cheeks, but within the praise was a weight of responsibility. The Knight found fulfillment in passing on her experiences to the next generation of Jedi, and now she would do her best to live up to the expectations set before her.

"Your words honor me, Grandmaster Noble." Cora slowly lowered her head in a graceful dip. "I am humbled to accept the position of Caretaker of First Knowledge."

As the blonde rose, the smile she gave Valery was more private. No matter where life took her, she would always be a student.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Corazona von Ascania Ran Serys

Pride was not a word Jonyna often felt herself using. To be proud of one self was a path towards self indulgence, towards ego. Jonyna never really saw herself as proud of her own accomplishments, only content in knowing she did what she could. But pride in others, in those around her, that was another story.

She remembered when she first met Corazona von Ascania , at a quaint little festival on Ukatis. Back then, Cora was still a padawan under Valery Noble , and Jonyna herself was still a knight, desperately trying to adjust to the new time and place she had found herself in. Before she had taken on a padawan of her own, before she had lost herself in a whirlwind of romances, before she had even a glimpse of the story that would unfold that would end with her on the Council, Jonyna was a lost knight looking to find her place in the galaxy, and Cora was just a princess trying to figure out her place in the Order.

That felt like ages ago.

And yet, she looked down from her position at Cora with the eyes of someone who had watched the Princess find her place, and move past her position that had abandoned her. She had seen this girl endure hardships and mishaps.

Now Cora was taking the next step. The next leap in her own story.

"It warms the heart to see both of you rise to the occasion. Cora, I remember the day Ukatis was set ablaze by the Enclave. You were strong then, even when your home was under attack, and you are strong here as well. I remember hearing about what you did on Coruscant, and what you've done for the Order since. I hope to work with you in the future, and I wish to be there when you finally gain the rank of Master. Best of luck Knight Corazona, and here's to a bright future."

She paused, looking to Ran Serys . The other knight was not one she was familiar with. The order had grown so much since she joined, and there were so many faces she never had the chance to become familiar with. "And to you, Knight Serys, I hope to learn more about you. To work with you in the temple, and in the field."

 

[Jack Wright]

As the first of the new Councillors made her plea, Jack's grin widened, remembering the beautiful Knight from his time learning Imbuement. Good times, minor frustrations aside...

Tilting his head, next would be the other Jedi Master. Ran, she's named. A Mirialan on the Council surprising absolutely no one, Jack's smile widened considerably.

 

[Efret Farr]

A table sat to one side of the atrium, boasting at least one large dish of a snack that Efret had made this morning: a batch of gulab jamun. There was a slotted spoon so that anyone who would like some could strain them from the rose water syrup and put them on one of the provided plates. She had no qualms eating them with her hands but there were forks on the table for those who preferred flatware to fingers. It was no secret that she loved to cook, specifically Lorrdian cuisine that made her feel close to the birth family she hadn't been able to remain in contact with. It only added to that feeling when she got to share her food with people she cared for on a special occasion.

Check and check.

But she had forgotten about the little treats for now. Other things were on her mind as she watched the interpreter standing nearby the grandmaster with a wide smile, pride for the two knights at the center of everyone's attention overflowing the confines of her body. She counted herself beyond blessed to know both of the women being promoted today, though she would of course have welcomed them just as warmly even if she hadn't. A beautiful friendship was blossoming between her and Cora, building naturally off the foundation of a well-matched working partnership, and she hoped that herself and Ran might grow personally closer as well in time.

Efret didn't have to be an Empath to know the emotions coursing through Cora and Ran's veins. She only had to remember how, not all too long ago, she had received the same honor from Val and the rest of the Council. The weight of her and Master San Tekka's words then had seemed simultaneously wonderful and crippling. The continued echoing of them through her responsibilities as Chief Curator now still held both qualities. Efret often felt like one of the Sargus Novian Pronedamna, titans that had literally been carved to do nothing more than hold up the boundaries of the worlds thousands called home. Of course, she had knowingly stepped into a similar role, but the resulting duty felt the same. She just hoped that she wouldn't crack under this weight she hadn't, couldn't have, gauged properly until she was under it.

Now with the Council filling positions that could, and should, collaborate, her hope was that serving would be less intimidating and draining, both for its newest members and for herself.

It was always best to work with others, and there were few that Efret would as happily work with as Corazona von Ascania and Ran Serys .

In fact, if Ran wanted to start collaboration sooner rather than later, Efret had just the project for that—but that was a matter to bring to her after this ceremony and perhaps day itself had reached an easy conclusion.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Good. It was time to properly welcome two new members to the Council. He was quiet, though. He stood with the others, a calm smile on his face as he listened to Valery. As he looked over the two Jedi there to take their positions. He was naturally proud of both, how could he not be? But he watched Cora more. He said nothing, sure, but he gave her a little smile and a very proud nod of his head.

After everything she'd been through, he could show a little pride in her after all.

 

[Serina Calis]

Serina Calis sat quietly at the far end of the grand atrium, her elegant figure almost blending into the shadows cast by the ornate columns that lined the vast room. Next to her, a similarly youthful Padawan with jet-black hair shared her solemn demeanor, their shared understanding unspoken yet palpable between them. Both were acutely aware of the ceremonial pomp unfurling before them, yet their minds were elsewhere, tethered to a more clandestine mission.

The atrium, usually a place of tranquil meditation or rigorous training, was today transformed into a spectacle of celebration. Golden light spilled through the towering windows, painting the polished floors with dancing patterns that mirrored the complexity of the Force itself. Around Serina, the hum of Jedi conversing in low, respectful tones filled the air, a testament to the unity and diversity of the Order.

As Serina watched the proceedings from her secluded spot, her blue eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the crowd. Her gaze lingered on the elevated platform where Valery Noble stood, a beacon of leadership and joy in the heart of the Order. The simple but elegant banners that flanked her bore the insignia of the New Jedi Order, symbols of tradition and continuity that seemed to mock Serina's hidden disdain.

Her companion, silent and observant, shared a glance with her as Valery called forth the new members of the Council. This was the moment that concerned Serina most: the appointment of Ran Serys as the new Chief Archivist. She understood all too well what this could mean—tighter security, more scrutinized access to the archives, and perhaps a new barrier in her quest for forbidden knowledge. The whispers and rumors about increased safeguards were troubling, suggesting a future where her clandestine activities might be curtailed.

Despite the festive atmosphere, a chill of foreboding ran down Serina's spine as she contemplated the implications. The archives were a treasure trove of the very secrets she yearned to unlock, and any threat to her access was a direct threat to her ambition. Yet, she knew that patience was as much a weapon as the Force itself. Time, allies, and power would be her pawns in this long game.

Next to her, the black-haired Padawan remained equally pensive, their presence a silent support. They, too, were privy to Serina's truth, her vision of a future where the Force was not shackled by the archaic limits imposed by the Jedi Order, the first of hopefully many to come. For now, they would bide their time, letting the system churn on while plotting their next move in the shadows, this would be a long, dangerous and precarious effort.

Very long indeed. The nature of the ceremony only proved one thing, the New Jedi Order was in a high point, its leadership fairing well and the system operating at one of its greatest points in the last 900 years. This herculean task however, gave Serina a small, insidious, venomous smile.

If it would take such an extreme amount of time to complete her vision, she would savor every single moment she brought it closer.

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman sat forward, his gaze fixed on the platform where Valery stood, a figure radiating calm joy. He had chosen a spot near the front of the grand atrium, wanting to witness this significant event up close. The golden light filtering through the high windows bathed the scene in a warm glow, a perfect backdrop for the day's ceremony. He felt a swell of pride for both Knights, his respect for them both ran deep.

When Valery introduced Knight Serys, a ghost of a smile touched Roman's lips. He remembered their brief encounter, a conversation marked by her unwavering empathy. It was a quality he admired and respected in her. Her dedication to the history of the Order, the archives of all their experiences, was a testament to her character.

Then, when Valery spoke of Knight von Ascania, Roman's chest swelled. He had been impacted by her wisdom and insight. She had a profound effect on him, that he could not deny. He felt that he had grown as a Jedi under her guidance. To see her now, standing ready to accept such an important position within the Council, filled him with a sense of pure pride. He clapped enthusiastically when she accepted her new position, his hands coming together in a loud, clear sound, not ashamed of his excitement, she deserved this.

This was not just a ceremony; it was a pivotal moment, a testament to the growth and unity of the Jedi Order. When the two Knights accepted their roles, Roman clapped loudly, his gaze sweeping over the gathered Jedi. It was a moment of unity, of shared purpose, and he felt a surge of optimism for the future of the Order. It was good to see everyone here together.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Ko had now bounced back to Coruscant’s Jedi temple to witness the inclusion of two new council members. The two Jedi in question being fellow knights of the order. Instantly reminding the Kel Dor of the previous Sentinel of Harmony which was occupied by a jedi of the same rank. These things really weren't unprecedented within the NJO.

Right now Ko could find himself thankful for his alien appearance and antiox mask hiding his currently not-so-great complexion. Weariness and exhaustion were overtaking his body and mind with the conflicts he’d be partaking in. As well as trying to be a decent enough instructor for Valor. Until he can find the young teen a proper master. But Ko would make room in his tight schedule to be here and in person, even if it meant he wouldn’t be here for very long until returning the grueling attrition forming against the Sith. He simply wouldn’t allow himself to be here in spirit only.

Ko recalled his farewell to Cora, when he was uncertain that he’d ever see the young noblewoman again. She’d certainly come a long way since then. Unfortunately the tired Kel Dor was only familiar with 50 percent of the new council members. He had no prior experience with the new Chief Archivist, Ran. But she shared the same last name as The Order’s Chief Healer. Allowing Ko to assume there could be some relationship between the two.​

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[Kuhbee]

TAG: Open


Kuhbee stood in the back of the grand chamber, his large frame slightly hunched to avoid blocking the view of the other attendees. At just twelve years old, he had already grown to an impressive five foot seven inches, which was well above the average height for most younglings his age. Despite his size, he tried his best to stay unobtrusive, silently absorbing the ceremonial atmosphere around him. The room was filled with a sense of reverence and awe as the newest Jedi, having completed their trials, were formally inducted into the Jedi Council. Their robes shimmered under the soft lights of the chamber, and the hum of whispered conversations was drowned out by the ceremonial music that echoed softly from the walls.

Kuhbee's eyes shifted across the room, scanning the faces of those who had gathered to witness the historic moment. The council members sat in their exalted positions, their stoic expressions betraying none of the emotions swirling beneath the surface. It was a moment of triumph, of tradition, and of the Force itself. Kuhbee had heard stories of Jedi achieving such a position, and now, seeing it unfold before him, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of wonder. But it wasn't just the ceremony itself that held his attention; his gaze kept drifting toward his master, Gil Horn, who stood near the back of the gathering, his tall and muscular form unmistakable among the crowd.

Master Gil, a seasoned Jedi Knight known for his calm demeanor and fierce devotion to the Order, was watching the ceremony with quiet pride. Kuhbee admired him deeply, looking up to him not only as a mentor but as a parental figure, having been exiled from his Wookie tribe so young. Despite his young age, Kuhbee knew he was already more than just a student to Gil. He was a companion, a future ally, and one day, perhaps even a peer. The thought made Kuhbee's chest swell with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. His master had always taught him the importance of patience and self-control, values that Kuhbee tried to live by—though, at times, his youthful energy made it a difficult task.


He let out a small growl of happiness at seeing all the Jedi gathered and the new Council members joining.

 

[Ran Serys]

As Ran was summoned, so did she materialize before all. Padawan, Knight, and Master made way. The crowd parted like the seas of so many myths, and Ran began to feel she was in one. The story of a Sith experiment to a paragon of the Jedi Order was a rare one, but one fit for an epic. Ran understood reality to be less romantic, but couldn’t help being swept up in ceremony.

Ran could feel her contemporaries' eyes and attention. The overwhelming sense of pride touched her first, and then excitement. Waves of nuanced emotion echoed throughout the atrium with hope at the forefront. She welcomed that feeling, and took in the faces of those she walked by. There was the familiar, and the strange, but all were kindred in her mind.

She came upon the elevated platform, took her place beside Corazona, and before the eyes of the New Jedi Order accepted her appointment to its council.

"I accept these responsibilities, knowing the challenges and sacrifices they may bring, and I dedicate myself to serving the Order and the Force with wisdom, compassion, and resolve,” Ran repeated the words of the Grandmaster, and her dear friend, Valery Noble. “I accept the appointment of Chief Archivist, and all that comes with it.” Ran declared resolutely beside Cora’s own acceptance.

A chorus of cheers shattered the silence. Excitement and anticipation was replaced by elation. It was only a matter of time before Cora and Ran would be under a river of well wishes and congratulations. Before then Ran would congratulate the younger woman beside her. “It seems we are bonded in more than just battle, Cora.” Ran observed the two women sharing the day of their council appointment . “I can’t imagine anyone more cunning or giving becoming the caretaker. I believe they’ve made the right choice. Congratulations!” Ran smiled. Then their fellow councilors were the first to congratulate them.

First the Sentinel of Harmony, Jonyna Si. “The feeling is mutual, Master Si. Stop by the archives when you can. I won’t be hard to find.” A sentiment that would prove true. “Excuse me.” She continued as more Jedi approached.

Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania Zark San Tekka Kahlil Noble Amani Serys Jonyna Si Efret Farr Elias Edo @Open​

 

[Jack Wright]

Now with the speeches over, the crowd started to move. Jack quietly slipped out from the bustling array of Jedi, moving away while the rest congratulated the deserving Jedi, which left the two women with the monotony handshakes and whispers of salutations; let's see how long they survive there.

A new chapter made for the Jedi at large. Now, for Jack to focus on the REAL affair of the event, rubbing his hands eagerly with approach.

The food.

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Corazona von Ascania Ran Serys

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From her seat in the crowded hall, Vera perched forward, her hands gripping the edge of her chair as the ceremony unfolded. Her bright, sparkling eyes flitted across the room, taking in the gathered Jedi, the joy of the moment, and of course, the stars of the show: Cora and Ran.

When Valery's speech reached its height and Cora was formally recognized, Vera couldn't contain herself. She cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a loud, enthusiastic, "Woo, Cora!" that turned a few amused heads in the crowd. She sat back, grinning as brightly as a sunrise.

Cora was like the coolest big sister Vera could imagine — smart, calm, and totally composed until she was teased. It was so fun to watch her standing there looking all serious and official. And it was just as fun remembering the time she'd managed to get Cora to wear an elf costume to a formal gala.

The thought sparked an idea.

Vera glanced around conspiratorially, biting her lip to stifle a mischievous grin. She'd talked to Azurine Varek about pulling pranks before, and now that Cora was officially on the Jedi Council? What better target than one of the Order's newest high-and-mighty leaders?

Her gaze flicked between Cora and Ran, sizing them up like a strategist on a battlefield. Ran seemed more reserved, but that just meant any prank on her would be twice as unexpected. As for Cora... well, she was already an experienced victim, so Vera figured she owed her at least one more round of mischief.

Nothing too disruptive, of course. It was important to respect the Council and all that — but maybe something small. Something funny. Something memorable.

Leaning back in her chair, Vera twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, her grin widening as ideas started to form. "This is going to be good~"

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[Zark San Tekka]

The masked Jedi councilor was an ominous presence that loomed over joyous proceedings. Cortosis metal dampened his presence as effectively as it concealed his face, cutting Master San Tekka off from everything but the Force. Oaths sworn to serve the temple guard as their spiritual guide demanded constant vigilance.

"The darkside clouds the future," Zark addressed Kahlil Noble unexpectedly. His voice echoed underneath the mask not unlike a mandalorian or stormtrooper, "It is wise that we elevate those who safeguard the Order's most precious resources."

Electrum symbols engraved into the mask gleamed as it tilted back towards the newest members of the High Council. He did not like to waste words. At Zark's age, the dignified grace of a Jedi was almost second nature.

"Valery taught Corazona well," there was a brief pause, "Knight Serys studied for a time with the same anchorite monks on Jedha who once helped train me."

Barest hints of an emotion which could not possibly be pride crept into the stoic old master's voice. Conjured memories of the pilgrim moon's cold winds reminded Zark of his first steps on the path towards destiny.

 

[Sazo Vass]

Sazo clapped alongside the assembled Jedi for Corazona von Ascania and Master Ran Serys Council appointments, respectively- but (understandably) clapped a bit harder for Ran. She was proud of Master; it was always good to see hard work rewarded, and few had been as hard-working, tenacious, and representative of the Jedi Order and all that it stood for than Ran Serys.

 

[Colette]

The hologram flickered in the palm of her hand.

Your words-SKREEE-TCH Noble-TCHK-BZZZZZZZZ Caretaker-

Colette gently bashed the device against the wall of her small room one more time and the image of Corazona cleared up. Amazing! Violence against technology worked! The image changed to Jonyna.

Aaaaand the flicker came back.

It warms the- BEEEEEP-TCHK-BZZZZ Cora, BZZZ set ablaze- SCREEE I hope to- BOOOO be there when you finally- BZH BZH BZH in the field.

Colette groaned and sighed. The problems continued, the image switched to Ran.

I accept- TCHHHH -and sacrifice- BREEE-OOO -The Order- BEEP. BEEPBEEP. BOOOO

A set of sparks jumped out of the device and Colette cursed under her breath to discard the device on her bed with a frustrated sigh. She'd just have to thank the two of them at some other date it would seem.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania Roman Vossari Ran Serys​

Lysander stood at the edge of the grand atrium with mixture of emotions in his chest. It had been several months since he left Coruscant. His sister was the one who paved his path of light and purpose, guiding him out of the shadows of Ukatis. And today was her day; nothing would keep the Padawan from missing this moment– the marking of her and another’s acceptance to the Jedi Council. While here to celebrate her strength, he found himself drowning in nostalgia.

Choosing a spot towards the back, Lysander purposely positioned himself away from the crowd of Jedi. Being in a quiet corner, it allowed him to not be distracted by nearby conversations; instead, he would remain enclosed in his own thoughts.

When Ran stepped forward to join Valery, his heart fluttered with warmth, no different than the first time when they met on Illum. He remembered the soothing calmness she radiated back then, which aided him greatly whenever searching for his first kyber crystal. Just as the Mirialan finished her speech, he naturally joined in on the applause.

However, it was when Cora began to speak that his expression softened further. Emerald orbs locked onto her in a way that spoke volumes. The boy fumbled for his datapad, trying to capture the moment; he wanted to keep this memory in both his mind and his device. When another person present suddenly called out her name, he began to wear a sharp grin. He was unable to resist the pull to join in. “Coruhhhh!” Lysander yelled like a fan at a concert; he didn’t really care how it came across to the rest.

As he scanned the room, his gaze narrowed upon landing on a certain redhead. It was Roman, which meant there was a third von Ascania here. Another layer of nostalgia was felt.

 

[Mak Manto]

Where he would have once been standing as far back as he was able to at such a gathering, Mak had taken a seat near the front and listened to Valery's speech for the two knights. When they both had accepted their roles, Mak clapped all four of his hands, nodding at the two of them.

Noble had said they were dedicated to their duties, heartfelt in their beliefs of knowledge and wisdom, and he believed they would serve their new positions with honor. Mak had seen many such ceremonies in his time, but this one felt different. The air was electric with the weight of expectation, and he could sense a change on the horizon.

So, this was why Master Noble had asked him to appear...

The Galaxy has undergone significant changes, and numerous aspects may differ from what you once knew, Mak. If you're in need of guidance and assistance, Cora and Ran are remarkable Knights. They will definitely be able to help you with your tasks in their new positions.

Leaning on his cane from his seat, Mak ran his hand through his beard, studying the two women on the platform. He hadn't had a chance to meet pretty much most of the Jedi yet, but if they were going to be the future leaders of this order, it seemed inevitable that his journeys to the archives would give him the chance to run into them.