Faction Restoration Efforts (NJO)

[Aris Noble]

"Because they're good people who want to see the good in even the darkest of places." And a Sith Necromancer was certainly one of the darkest of places. He glanced back to the whithered body standing beside him, squinting just a little. Distrust was there, how could it not be? He knew enough of what had happened to understand that this person could be a threat, an enemy, if the Force returned to them.

But pretty quickly his expression softened as the figure stepped forward to ask of Zaiya was alright.

He stepped with him, giving Zaiya and Mahsa both a nod before shooting a glare towards the leaving boy. Just a brief one, and again one that only someone who truly knew Aris would be able to pick up on. But he was none the less.

Mahsa | Zaiya Ceti | Lysander von Ascania | Nulgath Zardai

 

[Colette]

BB-610

Alright that was a question given the tone. Soft in the start, higher pitch at the end, ball gently rolled like if they were shoulders. Colette bit down on her lower lip for a moment. Bee was asking about… She looked around. Where were they? A temple, an overgrown temple. An overgrown temple that she was currently helping clean up, yes that must have been it. Bee was asking about her work.

"Oh, it's going good. I think." Colette spoke with a shrug and continued to lean on the broom. "Saw Valery in one of the other sections. Knowing her, she's probably doing things she isn't supposed to do. Given the, you know… The pregnancy."

"Me? I'm… Fine? I have a broom, a good idea what to do, and nothing but time."

Bee deposited the trash nearby and Colette walked over to look at it.

"Thanks, Bee." She smiled. "You can fit surprisingly much in there, huh?"

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery’s playful resistance melted away the moment Kahlil spoke, his heartfelt words settling deep in her chest. She tightened her embrace around him, her chin still resting on his shoulder as her fingers gently combed through his hair at the back of his head.

“Okay,” she whispered softly, her voice tender. She leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her amber eyes filled with warmth. “For you, and for our baby, I’ll take it easy.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “But I’m not just sitting around doing nothing. Maybe I’ll go back to doing some Lorekeeper work — there’s always more to uncover.”

Valery’s smile deepened as she reached up to cup his face, her thumb gently brushing against his cheek. “I’ll still be busy as long as my body allows it, but I’ll stay safe, I promise.”

Then, without another word, she closed the gap between them, pressing a slow, loving kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, her forehead rested lightly against his, and she whispered, “I love you.”

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

As Caelan traced the marking across his cheekbone, Cora's expression softened. Few were the Jedi who'd not been scarred by the Dark, but to see it in a Padawan stirred a mixture of heartache and protectiveness. She could only imagine the trauma he'd gone through, and it have a reminder of it once scored so visibly in his skin.

She hummed once, in approval, as Caelan pressed his hand to the wall and centered himself. Light emanated from beneath his fingertips, expanding outward until their combined efforts became synched.

Waves of light pulsed over the dark markings, searing them from stone, chasing them into nothingness. Even the aura in their immediate area became more peaceful, more serene.

Cora let out a low exhale. She turned to Caelan, tapping the side of her cheek where her own horizontal scar sat.

"From a darkshear," she said. Her gaze became distant for a moment, as if lost in the memory of how Carnifex's eyes had locked onto her own after striking her. Just as quickly, she brought herself back to the present, a pleased smile tilting her lips.

"You did very well. A natural. And your scar has healed rather nicely," she commented. "The healer did good work. How long has it been healed for?"

Caelan Valoren

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Caamas | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Kuhbee | Roman Vossari

Looking over at Roman, noticing his reticence, he quipped…

You okay, Padawan? Buster was busy playing with his toy now, so Connel did not have to worry about him. He was wondering why “Roman” seemed a bit “standoffish” all of the sudden. Was it Connel? Did I intrude on anything? I apologize if I did. This little guy is "Buster" by the way.

Kuhbee brought up a familiar name. ”Shyyyo’s Heart”? Clapping the Wookiee on the shoulder.

My father is an “honorary member”... I’m getting there… Unzipping a part of his jacket to show his tribal tattoo and zipping it back up. Then stepping over to give himself some space.

To be able to move items, you must first be able to lift them. So… Extending his hand out and then looking at the both of them to do the same, after all, he did not know Roman’s abilities.Clear your mind and focus on an object, imagine a large hand slipping under that item. That hand is your hand… use it to lift the item up.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

The feeling of peace washed over them and the area around them began to feel less oppressive. Slowly, but surely, the markings on the wall nearby were washed away, leaving damaged wall behind, but at least it was no longer tainted by the dark side. He pulled his hand back from the wall and opened his eyes to admire the work they had done. It was pleasing to be able to wipe evil away in such a fashion. Curing the darkness was important when so much of the galaxy was affected by it.

She mentioned how she'd gotten hurt and he looked at her scar.

"I don't know what darkshear is, but I imagine it's some Sith ability," he said, looking away and focusing on her eyes. "Scars leave us with stories to tell and lessons to learn, right?"

There was a brief moment she seemed lost, but then she came back to reality and he smiled in return to hers. The compliment made him smile even more. It was nice to be told he'd done something right, something good. It made him feel appreciated, but most importantly it made him feel seen as a person and not just as someone who filled a role.

"Thank you for teaching me how to do it. As for my scar, about a week. It was bothering me one evening so I went for a walk and bumped into a noblewoman from Arkania. Turned out she was a healer. She was able to remove the darkness from it, which allowed it to heal up to how it is now."