On unstable ground (Republic Dominion of Mimban)

[Kenrath]

Mimban
The Plains of Thrella
Objective 1
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

1/20

Wes nodded at the Jedi sliding up to the group. He dropped down to his knees sitting back on his heels. It was a position that was not the most comfortable as his hands rested on his thighs but it was the only sitting position that still granted quick access to the concealed blaster at the small of his back. His manner was surprisingly calm. He smiled to the Jedi speaking softly.

"Apologies for the unexpected interruption." "Cpl Walker but most just call me Wes Republic Defense Forces." "Command wanted to make sure you didn't go without back up."

Wes slipped into silence watching and listening to the conversation. He frowned slightly at the mention of somebody taking the planet. It was an involuntary reaction has he wondered why the Jedi focused on the negative instead of the positive things they could provide the people of the planet. He started to comment but then remembered it was not his show so instead he bit his tongue gazing around the area before focusing back on the tribesmen and the Jedi.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

VCX-350 Plainswalker, Mimban

Adrian watched as the cockpit pierced through cloud after cloud. Despite the relatively steep dive he had taken the ship in,the ship continued to rock from side to side as the world's notoriously turbulent atmosphere battered the mismatched hull plating of the tramp freighter. Something began to incessantly rattle in the ship's cupholder; he quickly placed a hand down to scoop up his lightsaber and quickly clamp it to his utility belt. He began to see more and more green foliage through the wispy white cloud layer. The large man quickly pulled back the ship's yoke, feeling the inertial compensators straining against the inertia of the dive that he had started, but the vessel began to level off. The ship began to rock more now, as flying out at this altitude at this level of ground made it more suspectible to turbulence. As he took the craft lower to the ground, the turbulence decreased, but clouds of mist rose up from the jungle canopies, obscuring his vision.

He glanced at the instrument panel, guiding the craft closer and closer to the ground. A more experienced Jedi might rely on the Force to guide him, yet the man was not confident yet in his abilities or understanding to attempt anything like that, at least not while he had the instruments available to him. The large man deftly guided the ship through a pair of massive, trees taller than the Plainswalker was long before abruptly bringing the starship to a halt underneath their majestic canopies. He set the craft down on the world, half-expecting it to come down with a hard clank like he did at the hangar complex at Ossus, but there was none. It was perhaps the softest landing he had ever accomplished, though he guessed that had more to do with the soft soil beneath him than any piloting skill on his part.

He rose from the stained pilot seat and briefly double-checked the cockpit's interior to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. Aside from his utility belt, Travot carried his lightsaber and a bulky blaster, a knockoff of the once popular SoroSuub Fastshot. He did have a pack on the lower deck with some survival gear and other miscellaneous gear, but he was planning on using the Force to meet any of the needs he might have once he had truly began to work on the world. He cleared his throat as he walked down the corridor.

"Are you ready, 24601?"

[member="Veldar Tor'Vaas"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus smiled at his new guest gently but said nothing more. He instead turned his attention to one of the Elders who rose up, with the assistance of an old and winding bit of wood that he seemed to be using as a walking stick. When he was upright, he took a couple of steps until he was standing right next to one of the fires that had been started in the area to shed light and share it's warmth with those gathered there. This was one of the only Mimban Elders that knew basic, which was an invaluable thing for these natives of the planet, and to Varus, it meant that this Elder male was well respected, and well spoken as a leader.

"My friends... my family... my rivals...", he said with an oddly strained sounding voice, the translators not missing a beat and beginning to share this Elder's words in their native language so that all of them could hear and understand what he was saying.

"We've fought and we've loved. We've stolen and we've shared. We've shed blood and we've given it for this land, and for what gain?", the Elder asked, raising his hands and glancing around as if giving someone a small opportunity to answer, though he continued a moment later. "We've been at odds for countless generations, yet here we are. No better off than our ancestors who began this fight hundreds and hundreds of years before we came along."

"So...", he said, allowing his voice to fall silent as he glanced down at the fire, holding out his free hand to foster some of it's warmth. "...I ask you. Why do we continue to fight when it does not benefit us in any way?"

[member="Shamus Walker"]

 

[Kenrath]

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

Wes watched the old man stand and seemingly warm his hand by the fire. When the man spoke Wes just listened not interrupting at all but what Wes did do was nod and smile at the man's words. They made perfect sense and belayed a wisdom that spoke volumes even if expressed in a few words.


When the old man finished Wes looked at his new Jedi friend with a smile.

"This guy I like." "Couldn't have said it better myself."

Wes smiled again looking around at the faces the flames of the fire danced around highlighting distinct features or each person. If they were all like the old man then Wes would be home by dinner and that was something he could get behind. He doubted that was the case though after all why would they be here if it was that simple and that easy.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 1 of 20
Location: Mimban, Scharma Village
Objective: 1 - Behold the Power of Attorney!

Spoiler

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxvZOgOo6K0[/youtube]​

Scharma Village was the dead end of civilization.

It was also one of the most hotly contested locations in the ongoing hostilities between the Coway and the Mimbanites. Located at the edge of swamp, which had for years been used by the Mimbanites, the village had been erected as a solution to population growth in neighboring towns. It's location facilitated trade between several locations, making it economically sustainable. The problem was, as Scharma Village grew and developed, it displaced some of the native fauna from the area, reducing the viability of hunting grounds used by the Coway -- who had, for years, used the tract of land along this section of swamp for hunting from an adjacent cave system.

It was such a classic example of civilization and politics that the Gungan lawyer wished that he'd brought a group of students participating in the Model Galactic Senate program along. The Mimbanites saw themselves as having a claim to the swamp, the Coway saw themselves as having a claim to the land, and the two were at odds on how either should be developed.

If there was a powder keg that was going to ignite and throw the planet into a whirlwind of tribal warfare -- which could escalate on a planetary scale -- it was Scharma Village.

With the Jedi occupied with archaeological work, and the military working to contain the larger political dynamics of hostilities between the species, it was the Senate that had answered the call to try and negotiate some settlement or truce that might not add to the already tense situation.

"With all due respect, Ambassador."

Shao'Xian was the village elder of Scharma, an elder Mimbanite who had, thus far, been less that optimistic about the potential for a diplomatic solution that would avoid the blood of war. "The Coway will not negotiate."

The eye stalks of the Gung wiggled back and forth as the lanky creature shook his head. "Whatsa dey gain by dis aggression?" the lawyer opined aloud, extending a hand out toward the elder, as though inviting him to answer the question. Making a dismissive wave of his hand, the Gung shook his head a second time as he said, "Da damage will only drive their prey animals further, and further, away."

It was simple logic. The construction of Scharma Village had disrupted the native fauna, creating difficulties in hunting in the area. Open fighting would only make the animals that were still nearby flee further, and further away.

"Dey can't afford dis war either," Nemo remarked confidently, folding his hands in front of him as he explained, "Weesa need only show them that weesa is listening to dey position, and..."

A Mimbanite stuck its head into the shanty in which the elder and the Gung were awaiting the start of the talks. "Ambassador, your aide has returned from the Coway."

The protocol droid? Excellent. Then things were ready to progress along. "Mui, mui," the Gung uttered approvingly, motioning with both hands for the droid to be allowed in.

The Mimbanite disappeared for a moment, then returned carrying a box. With a hefty thud, and a rather distinct clank of metal banging on metal, the Mimbanite set the box on the table in the room and then left, leaving behind a rather confused Gungan.

Opening the box, the Gung was greeted with the sight of the severed head of his protocol droid, with a stone hatchet embedded in the metal cranium. "Dis... ah..."

Bringing his hand up to his chin, the politician pondered a moment, before he finally looked up at the elder to admit, "Meebe dees negotiations be takin' longer than meesa thought."

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Mimban
The Plains of Thrella
Objective 1

Varus nodded along with the elder as he spoke, glancing over at the Soldier that had joined him only when he heard the man's comment. When he had he smiled softly, his eyes slanting to a close as he nodded towards him as well, then opening and revealing those blue orbs once more. "Yes, he's quite something isn't he?", Varus asked him as he then glanced back at the Elder who continued to speak.

"Should we always harbor distrust for one another?", he asked, glancing back and forth to those many eyes that were upon him. "Should we not want for more? Should we not expect more? From ourselves... from one another?"

He didn't look at the young soldier, but Varus did address him momentarily as the Elder continued his speech, that same smile still lingering there as he said, "There are Elders both Mimbani and Coway who have come to realize in their old age that fighting each other just isn't worth it. It is they who must convince their hesitant youth that this must happen in order for them both to prosper as people of Mimban."

[member="Shamus Walker"]

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Post 1 of 20

Sacrificial Well, Temple of Pomojema
Mimban

Deep within the temple, he was uninvolved. While he would have liked to spend a spell testing what benefit the Kaiburr Crystal had to the depth and reach of his core abilities, he had come here a day before the arrival of the denizens of the Republic knowing that such a gem was in the hands of two others that he had never met but through other means had come to know of, to a certain extent. Still, there was a certain appeal to coming, as the world of Mimban teemed with the force of life, and that was as much a boon as the crystal, itself. The Force was a thing entwined with the cycle of life itself - there was much power in the sheer spread of living things, as there was in the effect of passing.

Others, in times long past, had passed on to whatever came next here, at this well, in this well. It wasn't called sacrificial for no reason at all. It was a stain he could acutely feel, a stain that the elder of his merged psyche would have fed off, if not for the effect his own will had on it through the event of their joining. He knew all too well what this body had been made to do, what Hákon intended, as he had through countless incarnations. What he had intended. It was too much himself to deny, and it was a matter he breathed to no-one.

Almost, however, to [member="Chloe Blake"]. Almost, so many times.

All in all, he had been drawn here one way or another. Whether it was the will of the Force or the desires of the psyche... that remained to be seen.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post = 7/20]

Corvus had never seen a Kowakian money-lizard and so had no idea if being one was good or bad – she erred on the side of bad.
“OK big T…I’m right behind you.”

Not having any apparatus, Corvus merely climbed down the rope. She was slower than her sister, but she still made good progress.
“Back on Corellia,” her voice echoed in the tunnel, “We had lots of underground caverns. Some were full of water. They were great for exploring. That’s why I ended up a scholar.”

Realising that made no sense, she continued. “I was always being dared to go deeper, to go places you weren’t supposed to go. In my defence, I never got lost or stuck, but the Masters found out and my Master decided time spent in the library would cure my reckless behaviour. I’m not sure it ever did though.”

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Kian Karr]

7/20​

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Spoiler

[member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] - sorry I'm just going to post my next one and you guys can jump in when you get a chance

The Voxyn roared in anger and protest when Kian's lightsaber dug into the soft area of it's eyeball. It was likely the only soft, vulnerable spot on the damned beast. Kian stepped cautiously back as the creature prowled toward him like a large, demented cat. It swiped a great, taloned claw and Kian's lightsaber flashed, cutting a path in the creatures arm but not digging deep into the flesh. Their resilient hides made them particularly hard to kill.

Kian stretched out with his mind as he backed away, touching the Voxyn's with his own. The beast reacted as if it had been slapped and a feral growl came from the beast as it lunged toward him. Kian dodged to the side, cutting another track in the Voxyn's scales down it side. Kian didn't let up however and he turned to face the creature, pushing forward with his mind, pushing with all his might at the defenses of the creatures mind. For a moment the creature stopped moving and began shaking its head as it fought him.

Kian had entered animals' minds before, using his skills of telepathy to augment the technique of beast control, but this was the most resistance he'd ever faced entering an animals mind. There was a vast amount of intelligence int he Voxyn's mind compared to other creatures he'd gone up against telepathically, as well as a drive....an instinct to destroy anything related to the force. It was as if his telepathic touch was painful to the creature. Then, wish a final lunge of his mind, he found himself through the defenses and within the beasts mind. He wouldn't be able to hold it long, but he force into it's mind the threat of the other Voxyn, which was just now entering into the room. Just a mild nudge at the instinctual drive for dominance over other male's. The injured Voxyn leapt past Kian and attacked the Voxyn entering the room, the rush of adrenaline and ferocity driving Kian from the beasts mind.

But it didn't matter, the damage had been done. The other beast, having been attacked, responded in kind, and the two Voxyn began to scramble across the ground, clawing, biting, and jabbing at each other with their barbed tails. Kian brought his lightsaber up and watched the doorway for the next beast to enter, but was surprised when nothing entered behind the second one.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

Post - 5/20

"I relate with that entirely," Taeli replied as her feet touched the bottom of the well. "I could never stop myself from wandering off into the digs my father took me on. Always got a scolding for it, but sometimes I'd stumble across a secret passage and he would be as giddy as I was. I think maybe that was the Force working through me already, too many coincidences of doing that."

Once her sister finally touched down on the floor of the well, Taeli thought it was time to get back at her. Big T was just one step too far for her when it came to a nickname.

"Okay Corvy-worvy, which way do we want to go?" she asked, smiling brightly as she lit a glowrod to illuminate the tunnels.

 

[Kenrath]

Mimban
The Plains of Thrella
Objective 1
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

3/20

Wes could not argue with the Jedi's logic. He had spent much of his early years just trying to survive the Dune Sea much less having to worry about someone shooting him in the back. At the same time as a young man he had been one to take too many risks to push too far. Wes got kind of nostalgic for a moment thinking about home. Instinctively he leaned back falling onto his back for a moment before crossing his legs and rocking forward into a more comfortable sitting position.

A thought occurred to him.

"Why not push for peace and harmony?" "Is generations of war and bloodshed what father's and mother's want to pass down to their children?"

Wes was not sure in his mind who he was speaking to whether is was the Elders, the Jedi, maybe out loud to himself. He didn't even realize he had said it out loud until after it was already out of his mouth. It was odd for a man who made his living through war to sit here and think about anything but.

 

[Qhorin Solas]

Mimban; Scharma Village; Objective 1


Master Idie Tesla bent over the young Mimbanite girl and laid a hand against her forehead. The girl's short green fur had taken on a grayish, sickly pallor, her pained writhing threatening to reopen the hastily and crudely stitched wound that curved down her side. Smaller, more numerous cuts peppered her legs. A soft blue light spread over Master Idie's hand, and the girl's struggles ceased.

"I need you to remove the stitches and clean the wound," the healer told Cronos. She was a slight woman, with a heart shaped face, thick graying dreadlocks, and a perpetually amused air, as if she was always enjoying a private joke.

Cronos did as she said. Removing the stitches was tedious, and the yellow pus that leaked from the wound turned his stomach, but he worked diligently all the same, careful not to tear the wound anymore than it already had.

"Bandages," Idie said, holding out her free hand. Cronos passed her a bundle, and proceeded to clean the wound. The smell... it reminded him of the Dread Lord's worldship.

The former Inquisitor felt out of place amongst the healers. He had always been one to cause wounds, not heal them. He had little knowledge of the healing arts, outside of the most simple basics, and his understanding if Mimbanite biology was mediocre at beast.

He glanced out the rumbling transport to the treacherous jungles zooming by below. His talents would be best used out there, he felt, in the muck and the fog. Maybe then, the girl might not have gotten hurt. Maybe. There had been whispers of Voxyn too, but Idie had warned him against involving himself in that matter; he was needed elsewhere, she had said.

On the journey from Dtolkka to Jhanga and now Scharma, when not acting as an assistant to Master Idie, he had spent his time reading up on Coway society, their tribal hierarchy, and their warrior god, Canu. Their entire society revolved around Canu. Violence permeated their lives on a daily basis. Disputes were solved with fists, not words. From what Cronos had read, he did not think the Coway would agree to any sort of peace, even if some of their elders desired it. The order had to come from Canu. From the victor of a fight between chieftains.

"Cronos?" Master Idie's voice broke his reverie. When he looked at her, she was wearing her ever present half smile. It made her look much younger than her sixty years. "Your hand, please. I need you to lend me your energies. The infection has spread further and deeper than I realized."

"Of course, Master." He reached out and grabbed her hand, putting all thought of the Coway from his mind. He emptied himself, thought by thought, feeling by feeling. Mind clear, he reached for the Force.

It flowed through him and into her, and he watched, more curiously than he would ever admit, as the master shaped the energy to leech the infection from the girl's body, then ease her aches, knit her wounds, and calm her fever. "Amazing," he whispered.

"It is, isn't it?" said Idie. "Probably not quite so thrilling as a duel to the death, but fulfilling all the same." She was making fun of him, he realized, caught between a smile and a frown. She pulled her hand away, finally, smile widening as the young Mimbanite settled into a more restful slumber. "So, will you be joining us healers permanently after your probation, or do you mean to run around the galaxy fighting people with that golden lightsaber of yours?"

It was Cronos' turn to smile. "I will do what I must."

Idie nodded and let his hand go. "Of course you will. Even if you have to wear black while doing it, eh? You should wear brown, dear -- black makes you look evil. Well, as evil as someone could look with such a girly face."

Cronos couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up out of him.

The transport lowered to the ground. The village of Scharma surrounded them, a congregation of leaning shanties and huts, with lanes between the buildings paved from smooth mud. Through the Mimbanites crowding them, some dressed for battle, Cronos spotted a shanty that was taller and less ragged than the others. He looked inside, tasting the minds within. Idie followed his gaze, with her eyes and in the Force.

"Tensions are running higher than before," she said in an aside.

Cronos whispered back, "They'll be running even higher if it gets out that the Coway were responsible for this girl's injuries."

"Yes... yes they will." She spared him a glance. "I want you to offer your assistance to Senator [member="Jon Jon Nemo"]. Keep in mind the you are on probation, and taking aggressive action against the Coway would be in direct violation of that."

"...And if aggressive action against the Coway is the right thing to do? If it sees this conflict ended with minimal loss? If it stops a planet wide war?"

"Then I'm sure the council will take that into consideration. But a violation is a violation. Now go. You were an intelligence officer -- use your intelligence." She waved him off, and when he hesitated, another question forming on his lips, she shoved him in the shoulder. "Begone! Keep your comlink on in case I have need of you." She moved to shove him again, but he was already stepping from the transport.

On the fly over, he'd felt Coway in the forests, traveling through the vast network of tunnels beneath the swamplands. A band of them had been tearing into what felt like a droid. He saw a piece of that droid now as he stepped into the shanty, a sharp stone tool buried in its head.

"I take it the negotiations are failing," he said as he passed the threshold, gesturing towards the severed head. "The Coway speak through violence, not words. All negotiations are doomed to fail, unless their culture is taken into account." From what he'd read, only the elders would consider a compromise governed by verbal agreements, and they were all at Thrella. "I am Cronos," he told Jon Jon. "The Jedi have asked me to assist you."

In the jungle beyond, the Coway were gathering.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 2 of 20
Location: Mimban, Scharma Village
Allies: [member="Chronos Aegir"]
Objective: 1 - Behold the Power of Attorney!

"I take it the negotiations are failing."

Stirred from his brooding, the eye stalks of the Gungan blinked as the lanky alien looked up to see a blond, human-looking fellow walking into the hut. Following the man's eyes, the Gung looked from the human to the box of droid parts, then back to the man whose muscular build was framed in the doorway.

"Da negotiations nevah took place," the lawyer answered simply.

"The Coway speak through violence, not words. All negotiations are doomed to fail, unless their culture is taken into account."

A valid point. "Perhaps," the politician replied cautiously, reaching into the box to pull the hatchet from out of the droid's head. Holding up the stone hewn blade, the Gung inspected the weapon for a moment, as though contemplating the man's words. Tossing the hatchet down onto the table, the Gung looked over at the man and asked, "And who-sa is yousa?"

The answer was mildly surprising. Chronos. A Jedi Knight? The Gungan knew that there were Jedi involved in the Republic operation, but was impressed that one would involve himself in something such as the debacle this village was mired in.

"Jon Nemo," the Gung politician replied, introducing himself. Stepping forward, the senator offered out a hand in the traditional gesture of humans. "Meesa is honored to meet you, Jedi Chronos."

That much was rote. Muscle memory of a career politician taking over. But Nemo wasn't in this swamp to get votes for the next election. Heck, no one here was even a registered voter on his planet, so this was volunteer work at best... and a suicidal gesture at worst. Nemo had worked with victims of violence for most of his adult life, so he had strong sympathies for the Mimbanites. But that work was as a prosecutor, not an ambassador. Having a Jedi would be invaluable in figuring how to address the needs of the Coway.

"Yousa is correct," the Gung remarked, returning to the original topic. "Da Coway respect da martial strength, but da Mimbanites... dey not warrior culture."

It was a wonder both species had developed on this world without eliminating one or other. "In da normal course of evolution, da Coway would probably kill da Mimbanites or go extinct," the Gung noted, expressing that line of thought aloud. "In any case, development of dees species would be set back centuries." Which, the resources of this planet could be quite valuable to the Republic. So, that would be a waste for everyone.

"Weesa must resolve dis conflict such that the cultures of both groups are respected," the Gung noted. After all, the ways of the Coway couldn't control the negotiations. There had to be two parties in agreement or the settlement would never last. "Otherwise, dis world will fall upon itself."

With that said, the Gung looked over at the man and asked, "What would yousa advice be, Mastah Jedi?"

 

[Pinda Solthar]

Objective 2

They stopped at a large well like structure, from above all they could hear was the water dripping; the echo was chillingly effective. She reached out with her mind. She tried to touch other life forms with the Force. From what seemed like centuries of extinction she wondered what new things found shelter where the previous civilizations had; anything could have occupation now. However, she found nothing. She turned to the two commandos and gave a quick nod. Then, with elegance at her foot she placed her hands on the moist rock from the formation and launched herself down. Glow sticks were launched directly after her, and they would surely beat her down.

She landed smoothly, and with the aid of the Force she suffered no injuries. From her crouched position she looked upward and all she saw was a large, jagged, cavern full of darkness. Hmm, she began to contemplate.

"I remember reading about such wells now that I think about our current situation. They were crafted by the Thrella. It seems like maybe this structure was used for access to the world above. It would only make since, such a conclusion would suggest that we're not too far off from the ancient cities. Lets continue."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post = 8/20]​

Corvus closed her eyes and using Force Sight, stretched out her senses as far as they would go. It was an Ability she’d been using for over two decades now and was truly close to the maximum the Force permitted. She mused it was an Ability she’d taught her sister and she really should be practising with.

Opening her eyes again, she pointed down the first tunnel. “That way if we want to meet people and,” she turned to point in the opposite direction, “That’s the way to go if we’d rather not.”

“And I’ll stick to Taeli from now on.” She smiled at the banter. She didn’t mind any nickname but realised that perhaps Big T was simply getting ridiculous.

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Qhorin Solas]

Mimban; Scharma Village; Objective 1; Post 2/20

Cronos clasped the offered hand. "Likewise," he said, giving the gungan a sharp nod. He settled back against the shanty wall to listen to Jon Jon speak, contemplating his words.

He was right on all accounts. The Mimbanites, for all that their planet was harsh and dangerous, were not warriors. They were smaller and frailer than the Coway, more timid than murderous. Outliers existed, though, just as they did in other cultures -- there were larger, more martially inclined Mimbanites, just as well as there were Coway who were smaller and less inclined to fight. By and large, however, such culture groups within either species were the significant minority.

But how could they resolve Mimbanite and Coway differences to bring them together and respect both cultures? It was, as far as he could foresee, an impossible task. "We aren't at liberty to respect both cultures, not now, not when the Coway are gathering as we speak to take this village.

"The elders, in their wisdom, have seen the futility of war; these young Coway hunger for it. We can see about honoring both cultures after we've gotten the younger generation of Coway to agree to negotiate."

Cronos had never been a diplomat of any sort, but he was a warrior, and his insights as such were fundamentally different from those a true diplomat might have.

"My advice?" He pushed away from the wall, arms folded across his chest. "Collect three Mimbanite champions to fight the Coway chieftans. And pray that the Mimbanites win." His eyes fell again to the severed droid head. "Perhaps, next time, you should send a battle droid."

[member="Jon Jon Nemo"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Mimban
The Plains of Thrella
Objective 1
[ 1 / 20 ]

Late again. Maria seemed to be late for everything, most of the time she didn't even have any valid reasons for that. But this time she did. She had just come back to the Order after being in exile for about half a year. It was a difficult comeback, but at least she tried to become as useful as possible once she was back amongst other Jedi. And what better way to do that than to join a dominion?

The woman landed near the meeting point of set up by the Jedi Council -- where she hoped [member="Varus Shatterstar"] and [member="Shamus Walker"] had landed -- and thought she'd take a deep breath before going to the place where the two could have already gone. Because it looked like they had already left the landing area.

With quick steps, the woman marched towards where she heard noise. And as soon as she could see what was going on there, she understood it was the right direction she had taken. She saw somebody speaking (or, well, heard that) and she even noticed the Jedi Master and soldier nearby. For a moment, she just gazed through the place. Before she found her place near the two Republicans.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," she whispered as she made it to Varus and Shamus. "Looks like the elder is giving a fantastic speech,"

 

[Zion Krayt]

Mimban.
Objective 3.
Pomejema Temple.
Post [1/20]

The Jedi Master exited the dropship that had transported him to the Temple. When he looked up to the sky, he blinked away the planet's natural sun light and looked up to the temple. Stepping off the ramp of the dropship, it was already leaving before the armour clad male could turn to look at it.

No matter, he was here to investigate the Temple.

// Bishop is present at Objective 3. Direct me as you please. //

It had been a while since he had used that name. It was a name that most knew him by in the Jedi Order, and there was almost nobody who knew him by his real name. He remembered once meeting a Jedi Master by the name of Preacher, they had mutually made a joke about ancient religions and engaged in a duel.

A life time ago.

He left the comlink on for any who had any requests for him, but besides that, he started with his slow gait into the temple. It had been a long time since Zaren had taken part in activities performed by the Galactic Republic, or even the Jedi Order. He couldn't say as to what brought him back, but it definitely wasn't because he missed old friends.

[member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Kenrath]

Mimban
The Plains of Thrella
Objective 1
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
[member="Maria Natalja"]


Wes looked up as a new voice spoke. He turned looking to see the female Jedi arrived apologizing for being late. He was pleasantly surprised. He nodded to her.

"Let's just hope it works...........Cpl Walker Republic Defense Forces."

He turned back to the speeches still watching her out of the corner of his eye for another moment not aware until just then that Jedi had any female masters under the age of 40. He smirked slightly before largely ignoring her to once again focus on the proceedings that were getting increasingly boring. Now he was absolutely sure he had been sent as punishment. He stretched his legs for a moment before standing up and doing a quick half circle finally stopping back at the same tree he had leaned against earlier.

Wes smiled softly as he could see the more combat oriented tribe getting a bit restless as well. Warriros never were really that good at sitting around talking for long periods of time. He popped his neck looking at the two Jedi hoping they were picking up on it as well.