Faction [NJO] The Way Forward

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

They had much to discuss today, but she chose one topic to start the gathering.

Valery stood at the center of the circular chamber, hands lightly folded in front of her. The morning light poured through the tall windows behind her, illuminating the gathering before her. Her expression was calm but focused, and her voice, when it rose to address the gathered Jedi, carried the weight of both tradition and transition.

"The Galaxy is changing."

She let the words hang in the air a moment. Not with fear — but with honesty. A truth they had all felt. A truth many had seen with their own eyes.

"Recently, we've watched systems shift. Planets pulled from their roots. Entire regions of space rewritten as galaxies converge into each other. It's caused confusion, fear... and in some places, conflict. Our duty — as it always has been — is to be a beacon through that storm. But we cannot ignore the changes happening beneath our feet." She stepped slowly forward, her gaze moving to each of those gathered, from Padawan to Master.

"For decades now, Coruscant has been the heart of the Jedi. The Temple here, rebuilt after great loss, has stood as our sanctuary, our school, and our seat of wisdom. It has served us well — and still does. But the Galaxy is shifting... and perhaps, it's time we ask whether we must shift too." Valery reached up, activating the holoprojector embedded in the center of the chamber. A soft blue light bloomed into a slowly rotating image of Tython, the ancient world of Jedi origin. Lush forests. Towering spires. A rebuilt Temple standing proudly amid the wild terrain.

"The Temple on Tython has been restored. Once, it was where the Jedi Order was born. A place of deep, unshakable connection to the Force — a world that shaped our philosophy and helped us grow into what we are today. Now, with the Galaxy in flux, I believe we should open the discussion."

She looked out once more, her voice steady.

"Should we consider calling Tython our new home? Not to abandon Coruscant — it will always be part of who we are and remain an important Temple — but to embrace a shift that may offer clarity, balance, and the space we need to thrive." A space that Tython itself would need to recover and thrive once more.

A brief pause.

"This isn't a decree. It's not a Council ruling. It's a conversation — one that involves all of us. Our Order is strong because we listen. Because we learn. Because we move together."

She stepped back, allowing her voice to settle into the calm of the chamber.

"So let's talk. What do you think our future should look like?"

The holoprojection flickered, showing the two Temples side by side — one in the heart of the former capital, and one deep in the wild cradle of the Force. The room, once quiet, was now open for voices.

Open​

 

[Jack Wright]

"...Yes."

Of course, one of the probably biggest advocates to return to their roots, the young Knight spoke up with that ever pragmatic, ever disarming grin. Shifting his feet side to side amidst the row of fellow Jedi, as if unable to concel his anticipation. Jack spoke up, enthusiasm laced all over.

"Nine-hundred years ago, Master Skywalker made the right call rebuilding the Jedi Order on Yavin IV. Millennias before that, Master Shan regathered the Jedi to our very roots. Two worlds where the harmony of the Force is more easily accessible, beyond the stifling roadblocks of concrete and steel." Jack could only shrug, offering what short opening he had before his peers chimed in.

For what would most likely be a long topic.

"The Jedi work in harmony with life at its purest; I feel such worlds reflect that."

 

[Vera Noble]

Coruscant

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Tag: Kaelos Vryn

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The chamber's doors opened with a soft hiss, and two smaller figures stepped inside — one moving with determined purpose, the other clearly being tugged along in her wake.

Vera, with restless energy, barely hesitated as she slipped through the rows of gathered Jedi. She had been listening, even from the hallway. Her mother's voice carried — calm, strong, the way it always was when she was trying to say something important. But Vera had heard the tone, too. The kind that said this wasn't just another meeting. This was about the future.

She stopped just shy of the central gathering space, multi-colored eyes fixed on the image of Tython flickering above the holoprojector. Forests. Mountains. Mist-covered temples that looked like they grew from the ground itself. Not a single skyscraper in sight. Her fingers tightened slightly around Kaelos' wrist before she looked up at him.

"It's better, right?" she whispered, voice hushed beneath the larger conversation still brewing in the chamber. "Tython. No noise. No speeders. No fake, polluted sky." She scrunched her nose a little, then leaned in with conspiratorial energy. "I hate it here. Everything's gray. Everything's loud."

She looked back at the projection. A world alive with Force-rich wilderness. Breathing. Real.

"I think Mom's right. Tython feels… right." She turned back to Kaelos, her voice quieter now, but more earnest. "What do you think?"

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[Azurine Varek]

Relocation?

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

Azurine sat close by her master, taking in what was being said while also typing away at a holo screen. She'd been asked recently to start attending different meetings and take formal record keeping of the discussions and decisions, which normally would be an honor if not for the fact that it felt almost like a consolation for the fact that she was currently barred from physical missions...

She shook her head to rid herself of thoughts threatening to pull her from the present into the recent past. Strands of her black hair fell across her face as she kept an eye on the attendance records, but she couldn’t help but wonder what this was really about. There was so much history she still had yet to fully understand, as intensely curious about it as she was. She did, however, remember the last time she was on Tython. It had only been a month or so after she'd been pulled from stasis into this new time, thr first time she'd seen the warfront of this era. Still, it had been chilling to say the least. That day she discovered firsthand how woefully unprepared she was with her 900 year old vibrovlade and Lightsaber made from old rebellion junk pieced together. At the same time, she'd had the opportunity to fight beside a particular grumpy old man, Caltin Vanagor , who's way of fighting and aura of strength had become quite and inspiration to her then.

The thing was, Azzie didn't grow up in a temple. Hell, she'd only been around a formal order for a couple years now since one hadn't existed for a majority of her life. She couldn’t say she had any ties to Coruscant other than the Jedi here. She didn't have an opinion worth arguing for one way or the other, at least not right then. So, she elected to remain silent and just continue to take notes, occasionally glancing to Grandmaster Valery with her violet eyes giving a silent plea for some better context so that she might have something to go off of.

Valery Noble​

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

This was one of the rare times, when he'dheard the call to return to th eTemple, that he actually agreed to return. He'd dressed in actual robes, for once, had left his force imbued blade behind, and even left his pistol on his ship. In his robes, and with his lightsaber clipped to his side, for the first time in a while, Raphael actually looked like whatmany would think of as a Jedi.

He stood amongst the group, beside his newest master, as his old one had not been heard from in a while. The man was a zabraki and wasn't as concerned about Raph not always showing up to the Temple. They had a decent relationship, so far, and Raph was happy enough to meet with the man, though this was the first time that the two were standing together.

Admittedly, Valery's speech, her words really, weren't anything that Raph hadn't thought of before. The Temple on Coruscant was...quite linked with politics, and it didn't seem like a good thing to be entirely connected to. Yet, at the same time, Raphael felt that the planet of Coruscant was a bit more connected to the galaxy, while Tython, being so close to the center, was a bit more removed. Still, she had said that they wouldn't be completely abandoning the Temple on Coruscant.

Another Jedi, one that he didn't know, voiced his opinion in favor of it... and then another, someone that seemed identify Valery as her mother, also voiced her agreement. Raphael, himself, pondered, listening to the points being made. Some Jedi were a bit more outspoken, while others were not so vocal.

"I will admit, that I'm not at the Temples nearly as often as I probably should be, however I am also of the opinion that, as a main home, Tython would be better. It would be more removed from politics, and a more conducive place to learn. Meanwhile, any Jedi that wished to remain here could. This would allow even better learning, but at the same time would still show the galaxy that the Jedi are committed to its protection."

 

[Ilaria Morvayne]

Post #1 – "The Way Forward"

Chapter One - A Return to the Temple

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Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Ilaria sat in stillness, her posture as straight as the carved back of the chair that cradled her. The folds of her robe pooled neatly around her legs, hands resting one atop the other in her lap, fingers lightly curled. From the quiet rows where Padawans were seated, she listened — not just with ears, but with the practiced attentiveness of someone who believed silence was not absence, but discipline.

Valery spoke with grace and gravity, her voice steady as the morning sun that spilled across the chamber floor. The light caught the edges of the holoprojection — Tython, spinning in soft blue luminescence. Ilaria's eyes drifted to it with careful deliberation. The ancient forests. The rebuilt spires. It looked serene… untouched. Sacred.

The galaxy is changing.

Yes. She had felt it, too. Through whispered reports in the archives, in the tremble of old hyperspace routes being rewritten by forces no Jedi yet understood. Through subtle shifts in the Force itself — not chaotic, but stirred, like the wind just before a storm. What Valery said was truth. But even truth, she thought, demanded careful handling.

Tython. The name alone carried weight. It had appeared again and again in her studies, etched into ancient holocrons and encoded histories. The cradle of the Order. Where Jedi were once not yet Jedi, but seekers. She imagined herself there, beneath towering trees instead of looming skylanes, hearing the wind speak in tongues the Temple walls could never echo.

A place of return, perhaps.

But a part of her wondered: was this impulse toward Tython born of vision — or of retreat? Was the Order seeking balance… or fleeing its entanglements? Was wisdom the same as distance?

She didn't know.

And so she didn't speak.

Her gaze moved across the chamber instead, noting who stirred, who sat forward, who narrowed their eyes with dissent or interest. She studied the Masters, the Knights, her fellow Padawans. Some would speak. Some would challenge. Others would be swept by the current.

She would not be.

For now, she would watch. Learn. Understand. And when the time came to walk that path — be it down the halls of Coruscant or the forests of Tython — she would do so with purpose.

Not because the Temple changed.

But because she had chosen.

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[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Jedi Temple, Coruscant |
| TAG: Valery Noble | OPEN!

Everchanging, the galaxy was; a lasting reminder that no amount of intergalactic conflict could ever yield full reign over the cosmos. It called for a layered conversation, one that BB-610 deemed far beyond the realm of his understanding. Valery had called upon the Jedi to confer amongst themselves - he was simply happy to help in any way he could.

He stood by his Master's side, as any loyal droid should. BB-610's gaze remained fixed on the ensemble of faces — new and old, familiar and unfamiliar — as Valery spoke, her words carrying a poignant weight.

"So let's talk. What do you think our future should look like?"

That was his cue! He rolled forth, the astromech's holoprojector blinking to life as to lend some visual aid. The Temples Valery had spoken of were on full display, head angled along the front curve of his chassis and stereopticon aimed high for all to see. ‎ ‎ ‎ What a helpful li'l guy!

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

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

Aadihr sat beside Azurine Varek considering what how he felt about the potential shift. There were symbolic and political advantages to both - in truth, however, nobody would be forced to remain on either planet regardless.

"I like being around other people. It's easier to play a direct role in helping them with a close presence - but I doubt the halls of Coruscant's temple will go empty with a shift."

He simply shrugged and let those with stronger opinions than he speak their piece afterwards. In truth, he'd not been to Tython though he imagined a less populous planet to have less interesting auras to practice his senses on - even then, it was a personal preference, not accounting for what may be best for the order.

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[Cerrik]

Cerrik rose with the same unhurried grace he brought to every motion. His long robes brushed softly against the polished floor as he stepped forward, the gentle hum of the holoprojector casting a pale glow on the lines of his weathered face. When he spoke, his voice was low, thoughtful.

"The Force moves, as it always has. Like water over stone, it shapes us. Sometimes gently. Sometimes not." He paused, folding his hands behind his back.

"I was a young Padawan the first time I walked the forests of Tython. My master thought it prudent we visit at least once. I remember the stillness there. The way the wind carried the whispers of the Force as if it were alive in every leaf, every stone, every breath of air." His expression softened, but there was a weight in his gaze, one rooted in years of reflection.

He turned slightly toward the projection of the Coruscant temple. "Coruscant has been our home for centuries. And it still burns bright. But in its shadow, we have become reactive. Political. Sometimes... distracted. Just look back at the events of the Clone Wars and what came after. We have not lost our way completely — but perhaps we have drifted from the places that taught us how to walk it."

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OPEN

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Open

Zaiya sat high in the chamber's uppermost alcove, tucked into the crook of a tall pillar, cross-legged and still. The morning light slanted in through the windows below, catching just the faintest gleam of her rosy golden skin. It shimmered quietly, a low pulse of color beneath the shadows, but her attention wasn't on how she looked but on every word Grandmaster Valery spoke.

She didn't speak herself. She was sure others with more experience and tenure would. Yet even her silence in moments like this wasn't an absence but intention. Zaiya's opal blue gaze fixed on the Grandmaster at the center of the chamber, but every so often, it drifted to the slow-turning holoprojection above: two Temples, old and new. Coruscant and Tython. Steel and wild stone. Order and origin.

She had been following the cosmic disturbances for months. Not through the Force, but through data, scans, field reports. Gravitational anomalies, unexplained hyperspace drifts, shifts in stellar positioning. Quiet signs that something vast and ancient was moving beneath the galactic fabric. No one seemed to be treating it with the urgency it deserved.

Her fingers curled slightly over the edge of her robe, Domxite settled by her knee. Valery's words were wise and hopeful. But all Zaiya could think about was the math. The drift paths. The projections. How a single shift in mass distribution across the galaxy could send systems careening into chaos. How Tython, for all its history and mysticism, sat too close to one of those convergence lines for her liking.

She breathed in slowly, steadying herself. Let the conversation move. Let the others speak. Not because she didn't believe in the Force. But because the galaxy didn't just run on faith. It ran on gravity, too.

 

[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: Courscant
Tags: Vera Noble | JEDI
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Robes | Utility Belt
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Kaelos offered a smile.

He'd been relatively quiet and out of the loop since he'd been shot on Hapes, opting to focus on his training and his studies. He was only just feeling back to 100%, he hadn't rushed his recovery for once and had allowed nature to take it's course.

The meeting had been called by the Grandmaster himself. He'd heard rumblings about it for weeks, listened as the rumour mill spurned into life with everyone trying to guess exactly what the Grandmaster wanted to discuss with the Jedi Order at large.

Funnily enough, the day of the meeting had started fairly routinely for Kaelos. It had begun with a quick run and some brief meditation. It was the meditation that had been interupted by his energetic friend Vera Noble bounding into his quarters and telling him it was time.

The young Jedi mostly allowed Vera to guide him through the temple and into the chambers. He stood in relative silence, Vera's grip on his wrist light yet comforting as he listened to Valery Noble speak. His eyes darted across the holograms and then to Vera as she spoke.

He didn't even realise it, but his hand naturally slid into Vera's as the young girls mum spoke of the Jedi returning to their roots on Tython.

"I think that might be the first time you've ever agreed with your mum" he offered her with a quiet chuckle before his face turned more serious. "Courscant is all I've ever know, aside from Kiffu" he acknowledged honestly, almost sadly. "To move from here would be... a change" he admitted, not entirely sure how he'd cope with said change. "Yet it's the ancesteral home of the Jedi. With the galaxy in Chaos, the Jedi returning home... it just makes sense, surely?"

 

[Ko Vuto]

“I’m not at all opposed to us having a stronger presence on Tython. But suggest we could go a step further. Perhaps we could look to spreading our manpower, resources and energy further. Strengthen our presence across other Jedi enclaves and temples as well.” The Kel Dor expressed some of his opinion on the matter before elaborating further. His stance was straight and disciplined, his hands held together behind him.

“Those of us in the NJO are quite close and tight knit. A serious boon for the order I believe. But I worry that we could be a little too close, and that we may have too many eggs in one basket. The geography of the galaxy is changing, and it always is as stars and planets move, flowing like a cosmic whirlpool. I just don’t know if we can continue to afford being as centralized.” Ko understood that there would be upsides and downsides with whatever action they took. But he thought that putting greater focus on more remote establishments of the Jedi could be worthwhile. Tython is certainly a good place to start in his eyes.

“We could see too how the green jedi of Corellia are doing as well. Even go beyond the borders of the Galactic Alliance. The Imperial power that contained the world of Ossus has now dissolved as well. A world almost just as steeped in Jedi history as Tython. Perhaps we could reestablish a presance there as well.” Ko knew that spreading the jedi out too much could also make things harder for them to rally and organize in mass more. But at the same could bring their influence to places that may have been overlooked in the last decade or so. Ko felt this was as good a time as any to bring up these ideas of his. Hoping to widen the horizons for those gathered here. That there could be more to consider than just Coruscant and Tython. Especially with how things have changed now. Where worlds that were once closer have become more remote and vice versa.​

 

[Garric Wrennar]

Garric sat amongst his fellow Jedi, thinking over the proposal. It was quite the idea, but one he felt would be good for the order as a whole. He recalled his own days training on Tython as a padawan, as well as when he trained his own. He released a sigh before he decided to add his own thoughts into then mix.

"I must admit, I'm still a stranger to this time. I came from millenia ago, when Tython was our home, so I may carry some bias with me. But, Tython has been a place the Jedi can call home throughout almost our entire history. Who's to say we can't do so again? As others have already pointed out, politics have a way of sneaking into places it has no reason to be. Remaining allies with politicians, and being involved with politics are two completely different things. I believe relocating our home to Tython would be a way to remain grounded and connected with our roots."

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings

Eve sat quietly close to her Master, hands resting lightly in her lap as the discussion began to unfold around her. Dozens of Jedi voices mingled, some curious, others hesitant, a few already eager to embrace change. She listened, eyes occasionally drifting between the projection of Tython and the familiar contours of the Temple's interior.

But mostly, she kept still. She didn't speak, not to the room, at least not yet. But something about Tython felt like a good move. It was so rich with Jedi ancestry, possessed such a dynamic environment, and hummed with an ancient dwelling of the Force like no other. After a moment, she leaned gently toward Valery, her voice just above a whisper.

"I... I think we belong there," she murmured. "On Tython. It feels... right."

Then she sat back again, eyes downcast, a faint blush rising in her cheeks from having said even that much. The weight of so many presences pressed gently against her, friends, mentors, strangers. Her gaze flicked across the room. When it met Azzie's, Eve offered her the softest of smiles, tentative, but full of warmth. A quiet reassurance that perhaps they both needed, after everything.

For a moment, everything felt okay.

 

[Amani Serys]

"I think Tython would be an excellent candidate for our new main temple." Amani was perhaps a bit biased. She was raised on Tython after all. But she was hardly the only Jedi to hold the planet in high regard.

"Our Coruscant temple will remain key, but perhaps what made it most crucial was its closeness to the heart of galactic government. But seeing as the Alliance is choosing to keep Fondor as its new capital, that purpose has been somewhat diminished.

Tython keeps us close while also letting us return to our roots. Something that I think would be mutually beneficial for both the Jedi and Tython itself." Perhaps a little more distance from the politics was just what the Jedi needed as they entered this new era. Their presence on Tython might even help heal the scars the planet had suffered over recent years, and in turn letting the Jedi turn their focus inward.

 

[Drystan Creed]

CORUSCANT

Drystan watched the discussion unfold, squatting above the rafters as he shoveled down his meal—an edible vessel for nutrients clamped between two slices of bread. A sandwich, for all intents and purposes.

Tython felt right. That was the first thing his gut told him the moment the question was raised. Coruscant was his home—the home he knew before becoming a Jedi. But Tython was the home of the Jedi. It only felt natural to be drawn to it.

"Tython was where we first began to unravel the mysteries of harmony and focus," Drystan added between bites, calling out from the rafters above. "I think returning to our roots—looking to the past—will help guide our future."

He shifted into a seated position along the beam, letting his legs hang freely above the others below.

"But even if it's not our new home, I think we'll still have a presence there. I know I'll be visiting—if only to further my training and my contemplation of the Force."

He was a Knight—a Shadow. Drystan had made remarkable strides in his growth since refining his gift into one of learning. But he knew there was still so much left to master, so much more to do. Where he stood now would not be where he remained. He had come far since rejoining the Order, and he felt the next step in his journey lay within the ancient halls of Tython—the birthplace of the Jedi.

OPEN || Sevrin

 

[Rath Nihro]

C H A N G E

Equipment: Shroudsaber, Shroudshoto, KC-95 Ace of Spades, Outfit
Tag: Open

Slowly, but surely. The dark haired one had gradually begun to involve himself with more of the Jedi’s affairs. He was even allowed to keep his sabers for a change after the rescue operation. The cylindrical hilts remain clipped to his leather belt, one such hilt had a curve to it, smaller even in comparison to the other. Though he was given the option to wear the normal attire for Jedi, Rath had decided to wear some of his more formal clothing that was more fitting to him. Strapped onto his left thigh was a peculiar blaster pistol holstered in place.

He remained off to the side with his arms folded over his chest, and part of the conversation was giving the dark haired human a sense of deja vu. For he could recall how the Dark Empire planned on taking the planet by ripping a wound through the Force itself. It was a powerful feat to behold, and the irony was that Rath was now present for the Jedi to debate whether they should mark Tython as their new base of operations.

Rath silently listened as some voiced their agreement to the Grandmaster, and others addressed their concerns for the movement. Namely whether they should continue to involve themselves with politics or not. This notion made Rath reflect on the things he had done in the past, and in truth politics was equally their sword and shield to instill hope where there was none. Yet by the same token, it could effectively be their greatest weak point as all it would take is someone to be greedy or lusting for power to ruin it all.

Naturally this was just his past experience that Rath was reflecting on as it was sort of his job to root out those who could’ve been persuaded and eliminate those who pose a problem for the Dark Empire. Still, this was their home, however historical it might be. It’d be a waste not to rekindle their origins. Especially after all of the damage the Dark Empire had done to it during their occupation.

One such individual, Ko Vuto , addressed that they should reach out to the other enclaves as well. It would certainly spread their forces and bolster their connection to other places of power. Planets that were just as steeped in Jedi history. And yet Rath simply closed his eyes, to shut the external stimuli out, and simply to feel the Force itself. Much like a river that was constantly shifting, he peered through the invisible waters to gleam potential possibilities that could occur. Before, Rath had predicted that there was some measure of peace, and yet he was beginning to see that it was just a calm before a storm.

”Hm…” He softly hummed to himself as the duets of citrine cracked open once more. The dark side had long since corrupted his eyes well before he became a soldier or before he trained amongst the Sith-like individuals. But that was a story for another time.

”There is truth in what the Kel Dor says.” Rath chipped in his agreement, which ordinarily would almost seem out of character for him since he often stayed out of such discussions. It might seem strange even to the Dark One who stepped so far into the dark side, molded by it, as his presence still carried that unnatural chill that filled the space. Yet in comparison to the dark powers at his disposal, Rath had been relatively tamed since his capture.

’Is this why the Force insisted on pulling me to the Light?’ Rath wondered to himself, for he kept his thoughts where they belonged. It was a question that had plagued his mind since the Force had seemingly abandoned him for a moment, but for what purpose?

 

[Talon Barova]

Tag: Valery Noble | Open

In truth, for Talon it wasn’t much of a question as to whether they should move into Tython. He remained seated as he tilted a canteen to his lips. It wasn’t alcohol this time, and instead it was simply water. He already had done enough drinking as it was given the subtle notes of rum that clung to his tattered clothing like an invisible blanket. The robes that graced upon his broad shoulders had certainly seen its fair share of travels as the bottom ends had been tattered and torn from his extensive expedition. His calloused hands, though cleaned, had bandage wraps around his palms up to his forearm after his latest dealing with sithspawn. Yet nothing was more frustrating than failing to save his student from falling deeper into the dark side.

Ironically the booze helped with some pain, but his body in general still felt like he got trampled by a tauntaun. Still, the Knight sat and listened to what was being said. And yet there was one thing that Talon had wondered for a while now since the start of the meeting. There was no denying the wisdom in the Grandmaster’s words, but Talon foresaw a certain predicament that might make their movement a bit difficult.

”What of the natives that inhabit Tython? Unless I’m mistaken, there were tribes that made the planet as their home.” Talon brought it up to the floor as it were, to see whether there would be a possibility for diplomacy to ensure there was no conflict between the Jedi, natives, or the people who decide to settle on Tython once more. Despite being mostly slightly drunk, Talon opted to address this problem before it festered into another list of enemies.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Ko Vuto | Open

Braze was unable to attend in person, but thanks to Ko Vuto 's assistance, his figure flickered into the gathering in quiet blue light.

"I think a breath of fresh air and a taste of nature away from the hustle and bustle is what the youth needs in these trying times,"

he said, his voice threading through the modulated tones of his vocoder. His gaze paused deliberately on Kaelos Vryn and Vera Noble — Kaelos, his Padawan, beside Vera with fingers gently entwined. Braze didn't comment. He simply watched...quietly noting.

He bowed his head slightly, although his gaze lingered on the two as he studied them through the narrow view afforded by his screen.

"I concur with Knight Vuto's assessment. Centralization has its benefits, but we shouldn't let convenience become complacency. One spark is easier to snuff out than a sky full of stars. The Order thrives not when it gathers in a single stronghold, but when its presence ripples outward....

I think a return to our roots would be good. Not not for the soul purpose of a change in geography and vistas. But a change for the spirit as well. There's wisdom in the wild, and in the quiet traditions we've let fade. Somewhere along the line, we traded the stillness for spectacle, and clarity for comfort."

He looked off-screen for a breath, then back.

"I'd like to encourage a rebirth of that clarity, of humility, and of focus. Some of the older ways still have things to teach us, if we're willing to listen."

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[Sevrin]

Drystan Creed
Sevrin couldn't understand why Drystan was in the rafters... He did have the devious idea to... lightly nudge him. And this time impulsive thoughts won out...