Faction [NJO] The Way Forward

[Valery Noble]

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Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery remained silent as the voices around the chamber rose, the swell of conversation shifting from idea to agreement, from debate to momentum. She watched and listened — not just to the words, but to the tone beneath them. Hope. Resolve. Purpose.

When she finally stepped forward again, her voice cut through the noise with calm precision, but not coldness. She smiled, faint and proud.

"It seems the majority of us are in agreement."

Her gaze moved slowly around the chamber, from young Padawans to seasoned Masters. "Tython will become our new central home and the Jedi Council will move there, too."

She allowed the words to settle, their weight rippling through the Force. A moment both symbolic and real — the Jedi Order returning to the world of its birth.

"But let me be clear," she continued. "This is not a restructuring of the Order. We will not be adapting new hierarchies or philosophies. Our traditions remain intact. Our unity remains intact. Our strength has always come from balance — from walking the line between discipline and freedom, wisdom and compassion. That does not change with a new Temple."

Her eyes moved toward the representatives of the Alliance present.

"Our relationship with the Alliance remains as it is. We are not becoming an arm of their military, nor are we pulling away from our responsibilities. The war with the Sith Order and the Mandalorian crusaders demands unity. And we will continue to fight at their side, not as soldiers, but as Jedi — guardians of peace and defenders of those who cannot protect themselves."

Valery's tone shifted slightly, cutting through the growing side conversations now trickling through the chamber.

"I understand there are many ideas. Many questions. But we are not here to reinvent the Order. We are here to take a new step together. Tython is our focus — not politics. Not internal changes. Let’s keep our eyes on what matters."

She nodded toward the holoprojection of Tython once again, then extended a hand, fingers splayed as new projections formed — a rotating image of Ashla, scarred and darkened. A wider map of Tython, the terrain marked with zones in need of reconstruction, defense, and healing.

"To make this transition real, we have work to do. There are three tasks I am asking for volunteers to take on."

Her voice grew stronger.

"First — the moon of Ashla. Once a place of harmony, now wounded by war and neglect ever since the Maw attacked. It must be healed and restored. It requires care, patience, and connection to the Light."

She let the projection shift.

"Second — the full restoration of the Temple's surroundins. Its foundation is strong, but we need someone to lead the effort. Organize resources. Guide Jedi and workers alike in securing our new home."

Another flicker. A third image.

"Third — protection. The Temple will need a Warden while Coruscant retains its own security. To make sure Tython remains safe while the rest of the Order is called across the stars."

She stepped back slightly, letting the silence return so others could step forward.

"There will be more to do. But these are where we begin. The journey home starts with these steps."

Her eyes scanned the chamber again — the light of Tython glowing softly beside her.

"Who will take them? Step forward if you would like to assist with these efforts." Once she had names, she would continue with her next tasks for the New Jedi Order.

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[Lex Del'Fino]

A world said to be the origin of galactic civilization, or a world said to the origin of the study of the Force as they knew it? There was some kind of philosophical teaching to be gleaned from either choice, and Lex had little doubt that among the dozens of other Jedi standing in here, there were more than few that had already begun ruminating on it. He just wasn't one of them. Both figuratively and literally. He felt like an outlander here, even among his own "kind". Silver Rest would always be his true home, the Silver Jedi, his family. But it seems like many orders, their time had come and gone.

But the galaxy still needed guardians. Protectors. Sentinels. Shadows. And so he found himself here, with this "new" Order, helping to determined its new home.

Tython had cultural and spiritual significance, no one could debate that. It was like Kashyyyk in a way. That stirred something in him. Something warm. But Coruscant was.... well it was goddamn Coruscant. In the end, he found that he couldn't really find himself sitting on either side of the fence, and that he didn't have much reason to, either.

"What ever is decided, I just hope it'll actually last through the next cataclysm or Pu-." He began, before cutting his remark short as the Grandmaster once again spoke. For the better, he supposed.

And then there it was. Tython. Couldn't say that he was really surprised. And as he listened further on, he considered and ticked off the tasks in his head. He was neither the most spiritual nor the most charismatic of Silver Jedi, nor what one would consider as 'studious', all traits needed to accomplish or assist with the first two tasks. And while he was not one back to away from combat when called for, his experience lay more in flipping back-alley ambushes arranged by gangsters, or settling grudges in dishonorable duels.

Damn did he miss the Coalition.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Mykel Dawson | Valery Noble​

Cora hummed softly. She tilted her head towards Mykel in acknowledgment.

"We had a similar discussion years back, on whether to shift the capital of the Alliance from Coruscant to Fondor. Of course, that move was made in anticipation of a strike on Coruscant."

It had been the correct choice, in the end. Though they'd chased the Dark Empire from the city-planet, the temple had been left in shambles.

"At least we don't have the senate to consider this time around," she mused. "Still, the galaxy will watch what we do. The people will weigh our decisions against their own interests."

Cora's attention drifted from the Padawan to Master Noble. The Grandmaster cemented their move, acknowledging the depth of the work that needed to be done.

"First — the moon of Ashla. Once a place of harmony, now wounded by war and neglect ever since the Maw attacked. It must be healed and restored. It requires care, patience, and connection to the Light."

Cora stepped forward, this time lifting her voice.

"Tython is a long way from the bastion of Light it once was, but there are those among us who seek to restore balance." A glance was given, over her shoulder to Padawan Dawson. One corner of her lips lifted in a faint half-smile. She bowed her head as she spoke next.

"I would be humbled to assist in the healing of Ashla."

 

[Thea Nyko]

Thea had remianed silent during the bulk of the conversation, if one could even call it that at some points. To be perfectly fair, she didn't care where their home base woiuld be located at, as it made no difference to her. When Valery Noble outlined the first three major tasks for the move, and asked for volunteers, she stepped forward.

"I don't know where my skills would be most beneficial, but I humbly offer my services on this endeavour." She said with a slight bow of her head.

Valery Noble

 

[BB-610]

Things were going smoothly! On his side of things, especially; there appeared to be a general consensus, though whether it were right or wrong was most certainly not for BB-610 to decide. He would follow Valery to the ends of the galaxy if need be, that much was clear. He couldn't help but feel as though many of the Jedi present felt similarly. It was moving.

The droid's holoprojector flickered, shifting to Ashla. The scene was far from pretty — a disastrous sight of a moon soiled by hostilities, decrepit and ruined. The baby blues of his display grew darker with depictions of bloodshed. He cooed, a sound most somber.

A brief crackle, followed by the clicking of BB-610's stereopticon as digital windows joined his screening with supplementary footage of Tython's newly birthed settlements. Construction efforts were underway — he made the effort to make it known that more hands-on-deck were very much needed.

The astromech gauged for reactions, just as his Master did.

"I would be humbled to assist in the healing of Ashla."

BB-610 chirped, his binary excited, encouraging; a liar would he be to say that Cora's steadfast undertaking caused surprise. He turned to Valery, an accompanying whistle to speak of his own eagerness to help.

This, of course, meant more clean-up duty for him, but it was a task he quite enjoyed.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Much like his current task! What a reliable projectionist he was.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Relocation?

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Though in the end, Azzie absolutely agreed with Aadihr Lidos on the subject of protecting people who don't have the strength to do so themselves—something she wholeheartedly followed since long before she found herself here—and loved how his argument came from nothing other than compassion for life, she also agreed with Kahlil Noble in that it was important to have a place to go that wasn't fogged by constant fight. Even now, she hadn't been living at any temple ever since aquiring her own ship. For her, that was her peaceful space (even if she herself couldn't seem to go too long without pushing too hard).

She never really got the opportunity to voice any of her thoughts further though as the conversation continued around her faster than she could keep up. Her tired eyes and sluggish movements from her healing clearly couldn't keep up with the fast pace of everything around. Much too fast. Her head had started spinning slightly before she knew what was happening, quickly resting her forhead against the datapad she leaned on her knee taking slow deep breaths.

"First — the moon of Ashla. Once a place of harmony, now wounded by war and neglect ever since the Maw attacked. It must be healed and restored. It requires care, patience, and connection to the Light."

Azzie's thoughts were caught when Master Valery Noble started to speak again, and a bit of surprise blended with hope sparked through her violet eyes as her suggestion had been taken and used.

Maybe I'm not so useless right now after all...

Giving a quick nod to Corazona von Ascania as she volunteered, Azzie stood, though her movement was a bit unsteady at first and having to steady herself by placing a hand on Aadihr’s shoulder with a grip that was not nearly as strong as it had been before. "I, too, want to help with Ashla... Well, if I can, Master Valery. It's something I've thought of many different times since seeing it in person the last time we fought the Empire there."

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[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr had spent the past moments recentering himself. The decision was made, and it didn't truly mean the people of Coruscant were being left behind, he reminded himself. The replies from Kahlil Noble and Braze both mirrored what Alexandros had led him to learning of himself. Kaelos Vryn 's words did bring some reassurance that the heart of his outburst was not lost in the delivery.

Still, there was work to be done.

Repairing Ashla - care, patience, a connection to the Light. Assisting in such a feat would be the greatest honor amongst his people, but he lacked in each of these qualities lately, worn down from what he used to pride himself in.

Then there was logistical support to repair the temple. The most universal means of support, but also one he felt he would be more burden than aid.

Third was protection: a warden of Tython. Aadihr mentally dismissed himself for consideration immediately. Current issues aside, on principle it would be a reversal of the convictions he only recently discovered of himself - protecting the new head temple after his vocal prioritization of Coruscant would be hypocritical of him.

Instead he remained silent and kept his head low, preventing his volatility from slipping once more.

There is no emotion, there is only peace.

"I, too, want to help with Ashla... Well, if I can, Master Valery. It's something I've thought of many different times since seeing it in person the last time we fought the Empire there."

For once it was Azzie's presence that helped him remain calm. She would be a fine fit for the task. He brushed a hand against hers; upon seeing her aura waver with unsteadiness, he guided the force to her, supporting her with healing and revitalization - he may not be fit for the task, but he could help those who were.

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[Mykel Dawson]

Mykel hadn't exactly been looking for approval with his choice, but none the less he felt validation from the blonde's words, and then more so as the Grandmaster approved the move to Tython.

When the woman beside him rose first to offer her aid, he didn't hesitate to stand as well. While a tall lanky fellow that towered above her, he still felt small in her presence as she radiated with conviction.

Size matters not, as his master would say.

"I've only been a part of the New Jedi Order for a very short time, Grandmaster Noble, but even in this brief period, I have personally stood witness to your courage and resilience in the face of overwhelming odds on Tython. The NJO in general has impressed me with its vigilance - and inclusiveness," he tipped his head to the blonde for a moment, offering a small smile to her. "If anyone can bring peace to Tython, then it is this fine institution of my peers assembled today. I hope to abide by your sterling examples in restoring harmony to Tython system and the Core at large."

He hadn't committed specifically to any single objective, but he would definitely like to help tackle Ashla following his work in the new settlement on Tython.

His gaze shifted back to the woman beside him, studying her with new intrigue. He was impressed by how composed and insightful she was in recalling the history of the NJO in a respectful manner. She carried a depth he wanted to understand himself. One of his goals in joining the New Jedi Order with his master was to expand his horizons, to become a more complete Jedi on his path to Knighthood.

And people like her might help light the way.

"Might I have, your name?" He finally asked softly. "I'm Mykel Dawson by the way, apprenticed to Jedi Knight Kaldor Vexis."

Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania

 

[Zephon Lazkarion]

Zephon had come to this great convocation of Jedi. Like the others, he sat in the circular chamber. Like many, he believed that moving to Tython was a necessity. However, he chose to remain silent. Many Jedi had been given the chance to speak of their various ranks and stations, and they did not need him to pontificate on his opinions. The Dark Empire had inflicted significant damage upon the Core, and he sought only to aid in the rebuilding process.

When the Grand Master, Valery Noble , asked for volunteers, Zephon Lazkarion rose and stepped forward. He did so without flourish. Clad in somber hues cut through with subtle gold, his silhouette cast a long shadow across the marble floor as he stepped into the light of the Tython projection. For a moment, the image shimmered across his features, marking him not with glory but with gravity.

The Grand Master asked for the third and final task. Zephon stepped forward and spoke.

"I will take up the mantle of Warden. If the Council will have me."

Zephon was a man who had spent much of his life in the Deep Core. His lightsaber had been constructed inside the forges of Anil Kesh. He had meditated under the shifting sands of the Silent Desert and taken the sacred pilgrimage of the Great Journey. The planet was no stranger to him, and he was no stranger to its lost secrets and temples.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

Temple Guardian approached from behind whispering but firm in tone. "Nulgath… please. This discussion has concluded. You are to return to your meditative quarters."

There is no visible protest. Only stillness, the kind one finds in burial vaults or rancor pits. Nulgath's head inclined with an agonizing slowness, the vertebrae of his long, withered neck cracking like old bark. His eyes do not flash. They flicker and grin. "So be it."

And so the trio took there leave at Nulgaths first behest. " Since we are, May we take the east wing garden? I have grown fond, of a meta-sensation, grass almost brazing my feet." Nulgath mouthed in a hiss.

" No, We are taking the west wing." He stated.
" Ah, Carpets. I see then." The temple guards moved almost in sync tailing behind Nulgath and their purpose. " Not my first choice." The living corpse added and rolled his eyes.

 

[Tirin Raene]

TAGS: Valery Noble

The calm voice of a senior Master rose from one of the outer rings of the chamber, "If I may," they began, hands loosely clasped before them, "The title of Warden carries weight, but its meaning can shift depending on the time and the needs of the Order. For everyone's understanding , and so those who are considering the role can do so with a clear mind , might we ask for a bit more clarity on what the position truly involves?"

Their gaze moved toward Valery, "Is this mostly a defensive post ; someone to guard and oversee security? Or does it also come with responsibilities like settling disputes, guiding conduct, and helping keep balance within the Temple itself?"

A pause, then he added more gently:

"It may serve the Order well to be clear now about what we expect from a Warden. So that whoever steps forward knows what will be asked of them , and so the rest of us know how to support them in turn."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

Right back what is wrong…
Coruscant
Jedi Temple

He didn’t wait for Connel to wave him off again. He had heard the entire speech, well the second one, his f… it’s not important now. Walking out into open view, the big man looked around. He had heard of the offer from the Jedi Zephon Lazkarion . He did not know much about the individual, but there was something about him that would state that he would be a good choice for the position. Caltin was not normally one to be competitive in this regard, but he had nine hundred years of connection to both the Temple they stood in, and the planet Tython.Caltin believed that his extensive experience and deep connection to the Jedi Order made him a strong candidate for the role, his roles in planetary defense against the likes of the Maw, and taking it back from the Empire.

This was not a transactional ideal, but he had something else.

With respect. If there is someone who knows about “security” it is one who was involved in it here, several times, Tython, and the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk some time ago. If he was not the choice, then that was their decision, he would be there anyway. Your call, but the role of Warden is something a grumpy old man like me fits right into. Right “Ice Cream”?

He wasn’t looking at her, but she would know who he was talking to in that last quip. Even the smirk.

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[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag: Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania Azurine Varek Aadihr Lidos BB-610 @All Y'all

Eve had remained silent a while longer since her last quiet input. Her hands rested calmly in her lap, eyes lifted to the rotating image of Ashla as it hung above them like a wounded moon. The scars across its surface seemed to call to something in her, not with pain, but with invitation. She felt something stirring within her at the sight of it. Healing, she thought. That's what this was about. Not just buildings. Not just history. But healing. And maybe... she needed some more of that too, after recent events.

When there was a moment of silence, Eve stood slowly, not with the dramatic presence of some of the others, but with quiet certainty. Her silver eyes flicked up toward the scarred image of Ashla, then to her Master. She didn't need to speak loudly, just enough for Valery, and those nearest, to hear.

"I-I'd like to help restore Ashla too," she said. She glanced down briefly, a flash of hesitation crossing her features, but only for a breath. Then she looked forward again, gaze clear. As she started speaking again, her eyes flitted to Cora, and to Azzie, and all the others who had already put their name forward for such a task.

"If there is a calling for healing... then I want to answer."

And that was all. She didn't try to justify herself. She simply stepped back and waited, calm once more, somehing new humming quietly in her chest like a lantern being lit.

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
CORUSCANT

It hardly mattered where the Jedi went, their mission remained the same. His mission remained the same, and that was neither on Coruscant or on Tython.

He watched, listened. His words, whatever they might be, were meaningless to most among the Jedi now. Unknown to so many of them. A ghost of a person that once roamed these halls. Corin held his silence.

Though all the pride in returning to Tython was troubling. As was the beginning of squabbling over the title of warden, should it come to that. Valery would set it aside, maybe, and if not her then Kahlil.

His arms folded, lost behind the dark fabrics of his cloak. A breath, a beat. Tython was a calmer, less busy place. Safer, and he would rather her there than on Coruscant. A sigh escaped him.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Caelan didn't directly respond to the words of Aadihr Lidos . The response of anger from the man was, well, unbecoming for a Jedi, to be honest, and completely off base since the notion of abandoning the Alliance had not been called for. Nevermind the fact the fact the assistance that had been received on Lazerian IV had been in freeing his people from the oppression of a dark side cult, not about him getting his throne back. If his sister weren't missing, he'd have let her take the throne so he could just be a Jedi, but she was missing, and he couldn't do that as a result.

Besides, the point was cut off by the words of the grandmaster. Clearly they weren't allowed to discuss anything more in this moment than the move to Tython, which seemed to be already decided upon. Caelan had thought Nulgath had some good points about the history of the world, but it seemed no one else wanted to take that into account. He hoped that wouldn't be detrimental.

The tasks at hand were three in number, and though he was more suited towards protecting the temple than any of the others, he knew he could not afford his time to that with it already being split between being a Jedi, a King, and a father. Perhaps he could provide supplies that were needed for rebuilding and restructuring the temple and the surrounding area. Or provide support to those who would work upon the moon, though that seemed something beyond that of the Jedi.

The idea of Warden did lean towards one in particular, though.

"I would second Master Vanagor as warden. He is the best choice."

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[Kellen Mynn]

The Way Forward
Location: Coruscant
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Robes w/ Jumpsuit & Belt
Tag: Everyone present.

Kellen was happy Val finally spoke up to quiet the noise within the chamber. He was happy some were passionate about where they called home and how they served the people but it was neither here nor there. No one was abandoning anyone. And where the Jedi called home did nothing to effect how they served the Light and attended to their duties.

With the decision made, Kellen was happy to forgo further involvement in this discussion, not that he had spoken up anyway. For a moment, he thought to enter his candidacy for the position of Temple Warden. Though once two others had spoken up before he had the chance he resigned himself to accepting his lot serving on the edges of space. Someone needed to keep the rest of the galaxy honest as most Jedi seemed content sitting in their lavish chairs pontificating over paperwork.

Kellen smiled, happy to bring this to a close and quietly exiting the chamber as everyone clambered to help in the restoration process. He'd also be present, doing whatever he could to assist in the rebuilding phase. But the Jedi Master stayed quiet. Long gone were the days of knowing many of the Jedi on first hand. All his friends had either died or departed the Order and Alliance by now.

Kellen was a lone survivor and stuck to his lone wolf status. Afraid of creating new attachments with any of these young Jedi to protect himself from further disappointment. Onto the next objective then.​

 

[Kuzon Lu’Ten]

Amongst the assembly Kuzon Lu'Ten stood some distance away in a far corner. Using the force he scribbled with enhanced speed and focus onto a red journal. Page after page he wrote a record of the words spoken and illustrated the scenes each he paused to take further note. Truth be told, despite his ability it can be hard to keep track of it all.

Some, if they noticed, would wonder why this padawan uses a journal instead of a datapad. While the latter would be more efficient, Kuzon likes to have a personal touch when it comes to recording. He can always go back and read his notes then type in such a device later.

History is being made.

The Order returning to Tython will be a momentous undertaking. Having been raised in a wilderness setting he liked the sound of it. Of course they needed to keep a connection with the people of the galaxy though it sounds like the council intended a balanced approach regarding it.

Once the goals of reconstruction were announced Kuzon thought some more while the rest volunteered or spoke some more or silently listened.

Nervously he cleared his throat and raised his hand that still held a pen.

"I volunteer to help whoever's going to lead logistics. Whether it be with a hammer or a pen or carrying stuff I'll do it."

 

[Sazo Vass]

Sazo, silently lingeringly at the back of the room, considered Master Noble's declaration- that the Order was shifting operations to Tython. Personally, she was a fan- Coruscant was always so...much. And with Master Serys on an extended mission, Sazo was pretty much left to her own devices.

Decision made, she raised step forward.

"Whatever assistance I can give, I would like to help."

 

[Colette]

Coruscant was a dead, bloated corpse, and Tython was not.

Good riddance, Colette figured, to one of the worst planets she had ever seen.

Then she left. The conversation was no longer relevant to her own interests.

 

[Shan]

Tag: Too Many People
Objective: Volunteer as Tribute
Shan folded his arms as he listened to the opinions of the Jedi, of his fellow members of the Order. He had always been very much someone who had went with the flow. What other people had thought would be best for the Galaxy but the moving to Tython...was not one he agreed with for once. The man hated Coruscant with a passion. It was overcrowded, over polluted and filled with scum and criminals on the lower levels. And that was exactly why he wanted to stay. He would never be able to fix Coruscant's problems, the same way as he'd never be able to fix Nar Shaddaa. But he had already spent plenty of time running away from things. It was a shame to him that he wouldn't call Tyhton home but it was not his place to stay there. He wanted to help the people, and he'd only be able to do that if he was where the people are.

So when the offer for aid to help Tython came forward...Shan hesitated for a moment. His mind said to take a step back, whilst his heart was telling him to step forward. There were two parts that screamed out to him. Healing the Moon and helping to rebuild the Temple. The Mirialan pondered upon his thoughts, taking in the other Jedi around him. There were already a few who had volunteered to heal the moon and considering Shan had at least some experience with rebuilding Temples...He took in a small breath before stepping forward to volunteer himself.

"...I don't entirely agree with the relocation to Tython, but I'll help with the rebuilding of the Temple. I've had quite a bit of experience with this sort of thing by now anyway."