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Faction Rebirth of the Star Wanderer: The Old Master Returns (NJO/Jedi)

As they took a seat in the corner of the dining hall, Mak coiled his tail around the chair, looking out through one of the windows at the expansive cityscape. It was a lot like Coruscant in many ways, and seeing how he had spent most of his life on the planet during his time with the Old Jedi Order, he figured that it would be easy enough to reacclimate back in this kind of setting.

Turning to Azzie, Mak nodded to the question.

"Corellian scotch has always been a good brand that I've liked, but it's far cheaper than some of the more expensive scotches in the Galaxy that I've had during the old days. It's just the type of liquor to help me get through a bad day and take some of the tension off..."

Were it so simple...

Near the time where things began to spiral out of control with him and the Council, before he had begun planning the attack on Dathomir, he had been drinking nonstop. Mak had joked with the Jedi that he was a functioning alcoholic, quite capable of his duties while having a drink. Though, that had been far from the truth. Too many council meetings and missions where he had been hungover, needing a draft of beer, a shot of whiskey, a glass of scotch...

It can't happen again...

"Tell me about yourself, Azzie. You said you came from a different time too."
 
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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery settled into her seat, her fiery amber eyes scanning the dining hall with a calm but attentive demeanor. She allowed the soft hum of conversations and the gentle clinking of utensils to settle over her like a blanket, a welcome contrast to the intensity of her usual duties. Watching Azurine and Mak interact, she couldn't help but smile faintly — the curiosity in Azzie's question and the weight in Mak's response created an interesting dynamic, one Valery found herself quietly invested in.

As Mak turned the question back to Azurine, Valery leaned back slightly, folding her hands in her lap. Her gaze flicked to her former Padawan, her expression warm and encouraging. "That's a story worth sharing," she said softly, her tone inviting but not intrusive.

Valery reached for her glass of water, taking a sip before setting it down Her gaze lingered on her former Padawan, her expression a mix of pride and fondness. She trusted Azurine to navigate the conversation with the same sharpness and care she brought to everything else, and Valery was content to observe, ready to chime in only if needed. Moments like these, where stories and connections unfolded naturally, were among her favorites.

They reminded her of the true strength of the Jedi — not just in battle, but in the bonds they shared.








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

Azurine leaned back in her chair, her amber eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded Mak. His tone was light, almost conversational, but she could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air between them. The way his aura shifted and changed around him, the patterns retreating and sharp. She’d heard plenty of such half-hearted admissions before, the kind people used to disguise wounds they didn’t want touched. Hell, she'd done the same herself multiple times. Rather than press it, she offered a warm smile.

"A drink with friends after a long day can be better than drinking alone sometimes. And there's plenty of those around here." She hoped her words might be encouraging but acknowledged internally that she wasn't always the best with situational awareness.

When Master Manto asked about her, Azzie wasn't necessarily surprised, and her master's encouragement of the notion only made her laugh. "It's a long one, too. I doubt anyone has that kind of time." She joked before she leaned back in her chair with a quick sigh.

"I was part of the Rebel Alliance during the era of the first Empire a bit over 900 years ago. It was one hell of a trial by fire, but hey, I guess I was just too hardheaded to stand by and watch everything go to hell without trying to do something about it." She explained, chuckling to herself, but there was a bit of dull pain in her amethyst eyes mixed with their usual fire. She found herself subconsciously reaching a free hand to grasp at the talisman around her neck that she'd gotten on Ukatis. "Ended up getting frozen. Master Valery was the one who found me, actually."




 
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As he listened to her story, the detective inside of him couldn't help but notice her eyes just slightly going distant and her hand reaching up slowly. It seemed that he had come into an order of Jedi who were like him in many ways. He leaned in closer; something crucial was hidden beneath the surface of her narrative. The subtle tremor in her fingers betrayed an undercurrent of anxiety, as if she were grasping for a deeper truth just beyond her reach.

Hearing that Valery had found her, his eyes turned over to the Grandmaster for a few seconds before they came back to Azzie.

"So, tell me Azzie, what's your focus as a Jedi?"
 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery remained quiet as the conversation unfolded, her fiery amber eyes flicking between Azurine and Mak. She leaned back slightly in her chair, her expression calm but attentive, taking in the subtle shifts in tone and body language. The story Azurine shared carried weight, and Valery could sense the echoes of pain mingling with the determination that defined her former Padawan.

As Mak turned his question to Azurine, Valery allowed a faint smile to touch her lips. She had no intention of interjecting or speaking on her former Padawan's behalf — Azurine's story and choices were hers to share, and Valery trusted her to navigate the conversation in her own way.

Instead, Valery reached for her glass of water again, taking a small sip as her gaze lingered on Azurine. There was pride in her expression, quiet but unmistakable, and a warmth that reflected her belief in Azurine's strength. Whatever direction the conversation took, Valery was there to support and listen, offering her presence as a grounding force.

Moments like these, where her former Padawan could express herself and find connections with others, were as valuable as any lesson she could teach. It was in these conversations, these shared experiences, that the true bonds of the Jedi Order were forged.









 
Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
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Return Of A Master


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

Azurine shifted uncomfortably under Master Manto's gaze. The question hung in the air, deceptively simple yet heavy with implication. Her mind raced as if caught in a sparring match where every move left her exposed. What's your focus as a Jedi?

She didn't have an answer—not a real one, anyway.

"I, uh…" she began, her voice faltering. Her fingers found the metal talisman around her neck, twisting it back and forth between them. Her training from before had been a whirlwind of survival, combat drills, and uncovering fragments of herself she hadn't known existed. She excelled in battle, that much was clear. But a Jedi's path wasn't just about the fight—it was about purpose. And that part? That felt like a nebulous shadow, just out of reach.

"I'm still figuring that out," Azzie admitted, her voice steadier now but tinged with uncertainty. The words felt both liberating and vulnerable. Her gaze flicked to Valery, who watched her with something that resembled pride—which made her feel a bit guilty that her answer was so ... lackluster—before landing back on Mak. "I guess I've always been so focused on the here and now. Trying to picture what my future might look like wasn't really a luxury I had most of my life and it's... still difficult to get out of old habits."

Azzie studied the hands resting in her lap, calloused from years of fights, but still surprisingly delicate. Her heart yearned to lead, to inspire those around her to fight for something greater and light the fires of hope. But was she ready for that? Could she shoulder the weight of leadership when her own path felt undefined?

"I know one thing, though: I want to make the galaxy better," she said finally, her voice carrying a quiet strength. She looked up, meeting Master Manto's gaze. "For everyone. I know that sounds… broad? Maybe naïve, but it's true."

Azzie's words felt like stepping into an arena without armor—raw and unfiltered. But they were hers. And that mattered.




 
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Mak listened with a curiosity as she spoke, her words tumbling out with a mix of uncertainty and aspiration. He found himself mildly intrigued by her struggle to envision a future beyond her immediate concerns. The notion of wanting to improve the galaxy for everyone could have been seen as idealistic, perhaps even foolish, yet he offered no rebuttal, merely observing the earnest glint in her eyes.

Mak puffed on his pipe, the rich, smoky aroma curling around him like a comforting shroud as he silently observed Azzie across the room. Her passionate words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the calm demeanor he presented, and while his face remained placid, his mind churned with questions.

What drove her relentless idealism in a universe so riddled with chaos and disappointment? Did she genuinely believe she could forge a better galaxy, or was she merely chasing an illusion to stave off the cold grip of reality? Each exhale of smoke felt like a way to push her sentiments away, yet he couldn't shake his intrigue. Behind the haze, Azzie's earnest gaze flickered with conviction, and for a fleeting moment, he found himself wondering if perhaps her naïveté held a kind of strength many had long abandoned.

"I've known thousands of Jedi in my life: swordmasters, diplomats, healers, watchmen, shadows, investigators, and much more. I've known wise Jedi, foolish jedi, hesitant Jedi, arrogant Jedi and many others. I've known Jedi of many species and ranks, Jedi with experience and stories that could shock and surprise even the most stoic of hearts."

"And now I've met another: an uncertain Jedi.

"Your response, Azzie, is what I wanted to hear. There's been too many people in history who already had it in their heads that they knew what they were going to do, that they were ready to handle what was to come. There's not nearly enough Jedi to have the guts to say "I'm not sure" to someone, but far too many to try to bullshit an answer when they don't have one."

 
Jace was skeptical, having been listening intently on the outskirts of the conversation. He was cautious, especially given the current state of things- and the reports he had been hearing of Jedi conduct recently.

Troublesome, worrisome things. Things that were unbecoming of Jedi, and of good people. Things that lead to the dark side of the force- while not necessarily all dark side users were evil...

He shook his head, pushing out the thought to focus on the task at hand. Observing the elder Jedi- who had recently returned to the fold. He was suspicious, of course, naturally. Jedi returning wasn't an unheard of phenomenon, but it was one for concern. Jace remained neutral and cautious, his presence and mind shrouded to the force. A trick he learned to always keep his mind private. After a while, it became somewhat natural- but a conscious effort no less.

He described it to most as standing with your hands behind your back. Not particularly draining or even hard to do, but, in fact, something you had to focus on and have your hands not go where they naturally would be. He was however, somewhat pleased with what he saw so far.

The Grandmaster also being at ease, or at least, not as cautious and distrusting as Jace was, was also a small comfort. Jace had a history of not trusting anyone, or a reputation for extreme caution when it came to newcomers. Paranoia, some called it. Mistrust, doubt, others said. But Jace knew what was out there in the galaxy, and more importantly, who people could turn into.

And so, he watched, unstirring, but not hatefully or with anger.
 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery observed the conversation between Azurine and Mak with a quiet smile, her expression soft but thoughtful. Azurine's honesty and Mak's candid response both resonated deeply — it was the kind of exchange that showcased what being a Jedi was about: growth, vulnerability, and the strength to face uncertainty head-on.

Her attention, however, shifted momentarily to Jace Rhane Jace Rhane , who lingered on the outskirts of the group. His posture was guarded, his presence subdued in a way that suggested deliberate restraint.

Catching his eye briefly, Valery offered a slight dip of her head in acknowledgment, her gaze steady but welcoming. She gestured subtly toward an open seat near the group, her silent invitation clear: If he wanted to join them, he would be more than welcome.

Turning her focus back to the conversation, Valery placed her hands gently on the table, leaning forward slightly as she listened to them speak.

Azurine was already making her so proud.







 

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