Relocation to Naboo Enclave [Order of the Grey, Open]

[Alexandra Feanor]

Naboo, Several Miles from the outskirts of Theed​

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0823 Galactic Standard Time​

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Order of the Grey Naboo Enclave​

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Relavent Non OotG characters: [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] @Jedi Grandmaster person @other Naboo based people.​

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Alexandra ran a hand over her arm as she watched the freighters that she had asked to help her people, thankful for the aid of an old friend who was too busy to be here at the time but thankful none the less. Even with that thought in mind she was worried about trading one place of danger for another. The Jedi order had become increasingly worrisome, but they would not stoop to outright murder right?​

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She hoped not and even sent messages to the Palace of the queen informing the woman of the incoming ships as well as her friend Taeli, hoping that the Jedi woman would be enough to give her some sort of ease of mind. She knew that things would only get worse if she was wrong and she had done this in response to rumors she had heard within the Mandalorian ports that she had to go through in order to get between Alderaan and Garqi temples. The problem was both had been within the Mandalorian controlled worlds which made Alexandra more than scared for her people if those rumors were true.​

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That was why she had told [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Saran Drast"], and [member="James Mathison"] to pack up what they could from the temples and get the students to the Enclave as soon as possible, with the hope that the Mandalorians wouldn't act before they could get them out of there. So far it had worked to keep a low profile, but the danger was more than enough to make her shiver inside and more than enough to send her across the galaxy to get away from their possible actions.​

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Her hand continued to rub at her arm, creating a rash as she stood there and watched the transports and freighters land where they could.​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

The Order enclave just outside Theed had been on Ajira's radar for a good while. She lived as a non-Forcer, publicly; she kept her presence concealed; but that was more reason, not less, to pay attention to the Forcer world. As a leader within Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps, Ajira had often coordinated Theed Hangar flybys with royal visits. She'd never visited the enclave personally, and had no reason to do so, but today the place had her attention once again for a variety of reasons. Naboo had suffered various security indignities recently. [member="Marcello Matteo"] had only recently acceded to the throne. A Force enclave should never be overlooked. And heavy freighter traffic so close to Theed required close coordination with air traffic control, as well as a Theed Hangar presence in the skies. Thus far, of course, there was no reason to interfere. Theed had been a refuge for random Force sects and wandering mystics since ages past. Ithorian healers, Kro Var shapers, stranger things -- any tradition you could imagine, at least the more Light-oriented ones. Few, though, built full-sized enclaves: that made the Order of the Grey somewhat unique in these parts, more a curiosity than a threat. Naboo tended to welcome such wanderers.

 

[Veino Garn]

Yavin 4, Jedi Academy
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Veino paused in ushering children towards the freighters as he received an unexpected message. Alexandra. It had been a while since he had heard from her, but in this situation, that was hardly unusual. This brought him out of exile, so to speak. He stepped back against a wall as another group of students hurried past towards the freighter. He put together a quick reply.

Alexandra,

Yavin academy evac underway. Will assist transfer to Naboo as soon as finished here unless circumstances forbid.

Veino

He paused and then added another note.

PS- Arranging an expedition for lightsaber crystals to Rhen Var or Sacorria. May bring some students along. Give them something optimistic during this time.

But that was all he had time for at present. There was still work to do and the sheer amount of warships in the system were setting him on edge. Even for defense and protection, they escalated a situation. Just like a lightsaber.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Veino Garn"]

Naboo Enclave

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Alexandra looked down as her comm beeped and she looked at the message displayed before her. Her eyes filled a bit with some worry as she saw the words and her hand not holding the comm grew tighter around her arm.

'Veino is helping them... force protect him.' she thought to herself as she stood there and looked upwards to the ships that were being let through. The Air traffic controllers were probably in a pained life right now, considering that she hadn't given them much warning but a message to the palace itself, hell she had been gone from the planet in so long she didn't even know the ruler had changed once more to [member="Marcello Matteo"], so she hoped they would accommodate them as best as they could considering the rushing of the ships being brought down.

Her mind was already in a race as she tried to figure out how she would get her students and the teachers into one place. The order wasn't a large one, not like Jedi or Sith, but it was sizable enough to normally need two temples or at least keep them active. Bringing what students that were at the two temples to the small Enclave meant that they would need to fill the building and keep things supplied until it was safe to return to the temples, or at least the Garqi one which was under the protection of the Crusaders themselves. She assumed the Crusaders had had nothing to do with this, even sent an inquiry to [member="Isley Verd"] with whom she had made the deal, but even then she was terrified.

Hel had control of her right now, the dark spirit putting in her head the worst things that could happen and making her break into a cold sweat out of fear for her students. They were her family, she was terrified that they might be in danger at the home that had been theirs for nearly a decade now.

Her eyes moved back down to the communicator, replying to Veino.

'Stay Safe Veino, otherwise, I'm going to have to kill you for getting into danger... and that trip sounds like a great idea, but stay focused on remaining safe. Keep me updated, I want to know the moment something happens or the moment you are all out of there safe and sound.'

With shaking hands, she sent the message and her eyes closed as she tried to calm herself. Why did that blasted Jen'saari have to get himself into dangerous situations like this.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

I already died once Alexandra. Don't fear for me. The Force is my guide and my strength. That shall be enough for all that I face. Nothing has happened yet and shall inform you of our departure. I'll see you on Naboo. Veino out.

He put away the communicator and clipped it back onto his belt. Things were dangerous now. Not quiet like they had seemed in the Outer Rim. It was time for him to finally get a lightsaber again. But that was what the trip was about.

 

[Saran Drast]

Garqi, Order of the Grey temple.
0221 Galactic standard time.

"But why do we have to go?" Saran watched the young girl curl up, clutching a doll close to her chest. "We just got here. Why do we have to move again?"

Kneeling by her bedside, the knight placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's gotten dangerous. The Mandalorians have done something that Master Alexandra thinks makes it unsafe for us to stay here." She paused. It was hard to believe, even after seeing the Black Tie's actions from the news reports from Mimban. Surely they wouldn't stoop so low. Then again, she wasn't one to know these sort of things. "We need to get moving."

"What about you, Saran?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"Do you think we're in danger?" A silence hung over the room. The others, who had been packing while the two talked, paused to hear the Knight's response.

"I don't know. They haven't shown any signs of aggression, but..." she paused, looking out the window to the city beyond. "It's not worth risking your lives." Even if it means we're running in fear of shadows and phantoms? she wondered to herself. "Now, pack quick, all of you. Next transport leaves in five minutes, and I'd suggest you be in it."

As she stepped out, she called Alexandera. "Last of the little ones will be off planet in a few minutes. All that's left is a couple of teachers here."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[James Mathison]

James and a gaggle of younglings sat aboard a civilian transport. James had earned passage by way a little slight of hand and some dumb luck. The biggest concern was making sure they didn't stand out. James dressed up in a suit to put the image that he was indeed an instructor of some kind, but not Jedi. The children were dressed in a casual attire of a scholarly attitude.

"Follow me younglings, stay close. Keep your buddy by your side and if you need help ask me." James put on his best "guardian" tone.

"Yes Master." They all said. Moving into their seats James gave a final head count. All here. Two dozen Padawans under his care. Far more than he'd desired, but their safety was paramount to his comfort.

James smiled and placed his hand on the horned head of a Zabrak girl.

"You doing alright?" James said as he crouched next to the young girl. He wasn't a smiler, but his tone was sincere.

"I'm alright Master, thank you." She replied, worry written on her face. She was strong, stronger than most her age. She'd be fine.

"Alright young ones, buckle up and we will take off shortly."

James turned and waved an attendant droid over and ordered drinks for them all. James sat himself in the middle of them all and began to meditate, feeling for any signs of danger and tracking the movements of everyone onboard.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

"Your Majesty..."

It was still in the first week of Marcello's ascension, and he was already supremely regretting his decision as he drowned in paperwork. There was also some kind of social appearance, a secure call with another planetary leader or Galactic Alliance leadership, a dinner to make some other noble feel more important. Having not wished to upset the established order, Marcello had promised himself that he would maintain the status quo. You know...uphold the tradition. Tired glacier-blue eyes glanced up from the flimsis in front of him. It was the Governor that he could not wait to be replaced by the electorate. He wasn't a bad guy, he just wasn't much an asset. "Yes, Governor?"

"We're received reports from Port Authority and Theed Hangar regarding a constant stream of arrivals onto the planet. They are apparently destined for a Force Enclave a few miles outside Theed proper."

Marcello recalled the Enclave if but briefly...from some report or another. Honestly his head was so full of table etiquette and details about various influential nobles that it was almost impossible to keep the real information together. "There are so many that it's becoming an impediment?"

"It would appear so, Your Majesty."

"Who authorized this Enclave in the first place?"

"A communique was dispatched to the Palace during the transition. We've always kept a fairly honest policy of understanding. I didn't see a reason to bother with you about the additional arrivals."

Marcello raised a hand slightly. "Don't take all the blame yourself. I am familiar with the Enclave. However, Enclaves don't usually involve massive arrivals of people and supplies all at once. Are they moving an entire operation here?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. That is what I mean."

"Did you stop to think that maybe, just maybe, that should be a decision I make?"

The Governor opened his mouth to respond.

Marcello stood from his seat and waved a dismissive hand. "Prepare my vessel. I will go speak with the people of this Enclave. Order Port Authority to halt any further arrivals until they are told otherwise. Oh and Governor...when I return, we are going to talk about making some drastic changes around here. I'm not going to keep maintaining the status quo when it keeps bringing us the same problems. If the people don't like it, they can vote someone else into this seat in another four years."

With that, Marcello stalked from the room, long blonde hair billowing out behind him slightly.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Word came down the chain of command: His Majesty was stepping in. The Port Authority liaised with Theed Hangar, who already had two squadrons of Soruna-class Naboo starfighters on overwatch. His Majesty's order had been to halt all landings until he could address the situation personally. The Sorunas split into three-ship flights and politely but firmly settled into escort position around each of the inbound ships. Quite a few had already landed at the enclave site outside Theed, but more still were in space or atmosphere, it seemed. The Naboo pilots issued decorous orders that the new arrivals, those who hadn't already landed, should return to orbit under Theed Hangar escort. As of right now, no Naboo weapons were so much as powered up. The action was akin to a customs officer asking you to pull off to the side at a border crossing: no threats, no foolishness, no risk of things going wonky, just straightforward traffic and immigration control. All Order ships that hadn't yet landed would be guided to low orbit.

 

[James Mathison]

Amidst the crowd of the civilian shuttle, James and the Padawans were awaiting news from the captain. The shuttle had stopped in a line of others. There was, what appeared to be, a customs checkpoint ahead. Word must've spread that the Order had begun landing thousands of its people on Naboo. It was cause for concern from the Naboo government for sure, and James somewhat expected this to happen.

"Alright younglings, we need to wait this out for a few minutes. They've stopped all incoming traffic..."

"This is your captain speaking, Naboo has issued a stop to inbound transport due to an unexpected influx in arrivals. We are going to be screened and then we should be on our way. If we are boarded, relax, they're just here to keep the peace and ensure everyone's safety. Thank you for your patience."


James drew the Force in and began suppressing himself and the children from the Force. They'd need to appear normal. Just a teacher and his students on a voyage to Naboo.

[member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Ajira Cardei"]

Alexandra heard about the halt, and wasn't really surprised that they had to go about it a bit more slowly. It was fair considering the planet and the fact that they were only a few miles from the capital of the planet. She was unsure if the Jedi here had any touch in the situation, but something told her this didn't have any hostile or malicious intent behind it so she would leave things as were. She wondered who this new ruler of Naboo was though, already knowing Feena was probably gone being she could no longer sense the woman as it were.

She looked down seeing a message from [member="Saran Drast"], informing her that the temple was clear and that was good. A great deal of equipment would still be left behind, it was simply the knowledge that she wanted archived and brought here as well as the members themselves. This was in no way permanent and she almost thought about sending those with families back to their family, but that could be just as dangerous for them. Her eyes moved back to the communicator before bringing it to her lips and answering Saran Drast. (Finally) "Thank you Saran, the Enclave is currently being set up for the short stay until i make sure it is safe. Naboo customs is halting any more arrivals for the time but im sure that will be cleared up soon enough."

With that her eyes turned back to [member="Veino Garn"]'s last message and made her smile. As long as he is safe it should be fine.


(I am sorry for taking so long, got really chaotic here.)

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Five Soruna-class Interceptors rocketed out of Theed Hangar mere moments after Marcello had announced his intention to depart. However, he tended to prefer leaving behind the J-Type Transport that he typically utilized for long-range flights. In fact, if he could just fly a starfighter and make routine stops at pre-planned spaceports along the way, he would do that. However, the simple reality was that he could not afford to be that out of touch with staff and more advanced communication mediums for any great degree of time. It was a consequence that he accepted without much complaint.

Today, however, five Interceptors raised low over the horizon towards this Enclave. Marcello had been a bit concerned with the Enclave's proximity to Theed ever since he'd first heard about it. However, until now the inhabitants of the Enclave had all but been...well...not a problem.

As the Interceptors flared in for a landing just outside the Enclave, it would be evident to any onlooker that one Soruna-class Interceptor in particular appeared different than the rest. Painted completely in a matte dark blue, absent the typical chrome forward fuselage, the vessel piloted by Marcello Matteo was at the center of a medium-sized box formation. The moment the canopy opened and Marcello removed his helmet, his long blonde hair fluttered slightly in the wind. Jumping down to the ground, he briefly adjusted his blue and gold uniform. No sooner had his feet touched the ground than a shuttle landed behind the formation and disembarked a six-man security element from the RSF.

Casually, the large Jedi Master strode forward, glacier-blue gaze focused intently on the structure.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

Alexandra had already been on the ground and outside as it was, so when Marcello showed up he would find a more than surprised woman with silver robes and hair standing in front of him, one who looked like she couldn't be any more than her early twenties. Sure she was currently using her illusions to create the appearance, considering this new body was dark haired in nature, but she preferred the appearance of her first body. Especially when it came to her work at the order, and meeting those under the name of Alexandra Feanor. There were few times when the black hair found its place unhidden.

Her head tracked the arrival of the ships and then the exiting of the first one, assuming this was the Royal Guard's commander she started walking forward to him with her hands crossed behind her back, unaware that he was actually Naboo's current king. She hadn't been on Naboo in months, and this Enclave was only overseen most days by no more than ten to fifteen people. So the information that was sent back to the main temples was mostly requested for funds or people, never one of information. The Grey had a policy of staying out of politics when they could and only intervening when their own feelings and senses told them it was right/

It was for that reason that when she moved closer to him, her hand came out in the form of a opened one, presenting it for a simple handshake and waiting for the 'guard' to do the same.

"Sorry about the mess, we had a bit of a rush getting out of Mandalorian space. The Rush was my fault and I hope we aren't inconveniencing your queen."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Glacier-blue eyes gazed intently at [member="Alexandra Feanor"] before dropping to the outstretched hand. Marcello looked at it for only a moment before raising his eyes to Feanor's with a single brow piqued in curiosity. As the six guards arrived behind the former Jedi, they spread out to, effectively, create a circle around both Marcello and Alexandra. It was a standard defensive formation when stationary. While Marcello did not particularly think he needed this level of protection...anywhere, he never fussed. Such protocols were an important part of life for many high-ranking government officials on Naboo, and he held himself in no higher a regard than others.

"You should be concerned about inconveniencing the people of Naboo, not the Queen. For now, all the remaining arrivals of your people have been halted completely. Until now, the location and existence of your Enclave on Naboo has not caused a problem. It would appear that Queen Versai never actually extended the approval for your land lease here."

Marcello paused for a moment as his eyes swept the length of the silver-haired woman's body. "Further more, Naboo is not in the habit of taking on refugees. Our laws are rather very strict on this matter. Might I have your name, ma'am?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

Alexandra's face fell when she noticed the tone of his voice, not too greatly but it would. Versai was a name she was unaware of, and while she had assumed that there had been elections she had hoped Mason was still around these days. It also seemed that the deal wasn't as permanent as she had assumed but she did spring this recent influx of people on those in front of her. She herself understood the danger of simply letting a large group come out of no where and without much warning, especially concerning the current state of the galaxy. She would need to look into the recent events of the last few years.

"My apologies again, i had not meant to create a problem for your people by the arrival of mine."

She paused as he mentioned Refugees, something they certainly looked like at the moment but weren't really. They still had the crystalsong outpost they could move too but she was unsure if that was safe so she had hoped bringing her people to somewhere safe would be possible fore a short time. It seemed she overestimated the acceptance of their stay here but she understood his reasoning well enough.

"Again sorry, we have no plan to stay here and make this our home. I simply needed to brin my people somewhere familiar and safe until i check out a temple we have not used in a few years. As for my name, I am Alexandra Feanor, a Historian for my order."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Marcello was silent for several moments. Glacier-blue eyes held the woman before him with a mixture of apprehension, understanding, and intrigue. Eventually, however, he responded. "Marcello Matteo, King of Naboo." Shifting to clasp his hands behind his back, the large Naboo native inhaled deeply. "I understand your plight, Ms. Feanor. However, by coming here, you have placed every citizen of this world at risk. I understand you had an agreement with Feena Mason, but you certainly should have contacted us in person if you wished to increase your presence here."

There was another brief pause. "You mentioned rushing to get out of Mandalorian Space. There are an infinite number of planets you could elect to permanently re-settle. Why did you choose Naboo as a temporary respite? You can't possible have not known that this system falls under the control of the Galactic Alliance. I can check, but I have a feeling that the New Jedi Order has not been advised of your own Order attempting to settle within Alliance space."

Despite the gravity of his tone, Marcello managed a warm smile. "I say this only as a suggestion. You may find them much better equipped to cater to your needs, being far more open-minded than the Republic's Jedi Order."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

Her eyes blinked as she registered the words he spoke to her and for a moment they shifted from him to her hand and then back to him, the slow understanding dawning on her as she blinked and turned her eyes to the side before straightening up a small bit. It was clear she had not known one bit about who he was and that she was trying to fix what she could about how she had greeted the man, but the damage had been done and she knew that if she tried to stumble over her words, it would do nothing but make things last longer than they need to this man.

It was the second part of his speech that cleared her head and she shook her head. "As much as I wish that it had been a reasonable option to resettle permanently out of the back, the only other occupied temple we have at the time was also in Mandalorian space, and I can't go to the other world I know intimately. So it was necessary to bring my people here until I've personally looked into an old ruin that resides towards the galactic South. I had explored it a decade ago, but that was then and a lot can change in ten years..." Her hands moved to cross behind her as the young woman spoke. While this body was only around twenty, her last certainly had some wear and tear.

Then his offer about joining the Jedi order, that immediately caused her to stiffen and her eyes to leave him so that they could just look at the ground. After all, she's done in the past and what she was thanks to that past, there was no chance of that ever working out.

"Err, I'll have to pass on your offer myself, but I will pass it onto my order's members. Some of them had gone on to the Jedi in the past, so it's not unusual for those to leave and join the Jedi." She avoided mentioning the failures who turned to the sith, or rather successes in their own ways. Probably wouldn't be comforting to hear about her failures to keep the order together. Her eyes shifted from the ground now back to the man as she spoke one last time. "Would you prefer to inspect the Enclave yourself now? I had hoped to leave a small group here like normal but considering that the deal is no longer in effect, i assume you would want the place inspected?"

 

[Marcello Matteo]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Marcello raised a hand as if to indicate a personal inspection by himself would not be necessary. "No." This was one of the critical moments. It was a point where the greater good of Naboo had to be balanced with his former life as a Jedi. The problem was the second they started playing host to an entire sect of force users permanently, problems could arise.

By the very nature and history of this Order...well... It was simply a risk that he could ill-afford to take. "You have fourteen days to remove your people and all of your belongings to another planet Ms. Feanor. My people will assist you in making this happen as smoothly as possible, but on the eve of the fourteenth day, this facility will be secured pending destruction." Marcello pauses for a moment, stepping closer. "I'm sorry, and I wish you all the best of luck."

Turning, Marcello immediately began a casual pace back to his vessel. Once he was airborne, he would relay his instructions to the RSF. The days of Naboo skies being so freely traversed had to be done.

 

[Saran Drast]

There was a quiet to the abandoned temple that Saran liked. She was still packing when Alex's reply came. Frowning, she read it over. Naboo was halting arrivals? The constant moving was hard enough on the little ones, but this... This worried her. Her sister had the gift of farseeing, but there was something that told her they needed to have a permanent home somewhere. Maybe it was time to revisit older temples. Maybe they needed to check up on the Crystalsong temple.

She sighed, placing the last of her things into her pack before heading down to the library. What if they were banned from Naboo? Could she still find work there? That was a worrying thought. She shook it out of her head. She had work to do. Turning the hall to the Archive, she called out to Samantha, one of the other teachers left here. "How much longer is it going to be?"

"Almost there. When does the last shuttle leave?"

"Officially? Five minutes ago."She smiled at her colleague's curse. they were lucky there were no kids to hear that. "You can hitch a ride with me, if you like, but it won't be to Naboo."

"Where, then? And Why?"

"Crystalsong." She let the word hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I'll explain the rest once we're underway."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

As per His Majesty's orders, the Royal Security Force played a strong role in coordinating the evacuation over the ensuing days, and Theed Hangar offered support throughout as per its mandate. To Ajira's private irritation, the process offered her no opportunity to make covert inroads into the enclave facility. There was just too much attention, too much going on. Sneaking in was out of the question, even in the time between the evacuation's conclusion and the two-week demolition deadline. She was tempted to try subtler and more indirect ways of looking in, through her many RSF connections, but in the end the potential benefit was far outweighed by the risk of someone smelling something. Innocuous footprints were still footprints. Better to do nothing.

And then, a good while after the enclave was demolished, she could make a quiet visit to the rubble and flow-walk.

She'd once been much better at flow-walking than she was now. She'd once been much better at a lot of things. About a decade ago, she'd decided to specialize fully in Force shields, Force protection, and most of her other skills had grown rusty or atrophied away. Flow-walking had its uses, so she'd kept a bit of that, enough to look back in time at the Order of the Grey and their activities in the enclave. She'd need to do it surreptitiously and privately, and she'd need to arrange for a Force disperser to come along. The very last thing she needed was for His Majesty to catch a whiff of a Dark Side disturbance. Marcello Matteo was no joke: his combat record spoke for itself, and more importantly he had an incisive mind. Every lie had a shelf life, to be sure, but if anyone was going to unravel her cover, it would probably be him. No, best to be careful about all things related to the enclave.

Still, a visit like that shouldn't be too hard to arrange once the enclave was cleared out, picked through, secured, and demolished. Give it a month or a year and nobody would remember the place. Barring any major changes, that was what she'd do.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]