Faction Restoration Efforts (NJO)

[Kuhbee]

TAG: Roman Vossari Connel Vanagor


Romans words confirmed that he was a little further along in his training than Kuhbee was. At this stage in his training this basic lift technique was exciting and new to the cub and was thrilled to have two people who already knew it help him along. He wondered if Roman needed another padawan friend. Kuhbee didn't know a lot of padawans yet and was always looking for more friends.

The young Wookie stretched out his hand and imagined a giant hand lifting the rock. To his extreme surprise it moved, just like his own hand was controlling it! He threw his arms up in a gesture of victory.

[Roman! Did you see that! I did it!] It was almost like the younger student had found a cool new role model in the other padawan and a cool new teacher in the knight.

[Throwing? You can use the Force to do that too?] His young eyes were so wide they lit up half his face.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kuhbee | Connel Vanagor

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A smile graced Roman's face as he witnessed Kuhbee's exhilaration at his newfound ability. "Well done, Kuhbee!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "You're a natural!"

He nodded at Connel in response to the Knight's question about throwing, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. Roman reached out with the Force, selecting a boulder from the fallen wall in front of Kuhbee. With a gentle but firm grasp, he lifted it, moving it to a safe distance away before launching it across the courtyard. It arced through the air, landing with a satisfying thud, setting a clear target for the young Wookiee.

Turning to Kuhbee, Roman encouraged, "See if you can get close to that, Kuhbee. I bet you're stronger than you think."

With the challenge laid out, he turned towards Connel, eager to see if he had any wisdom to impart about Force throwing for them.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

A spear of dark energy that couldn't be seen, only felt. That sounded dangerous. His ability to sense things wasn't as stout as his ability to fight had become since he'd started his training. Master Xeraic had assured him that it could be trained to be stronger, but so far that hadn't seemed to be the case. No matter how much he tried to work on expanding his ability to sense the world around him, it didn't seem to get any easier. All he could do was hope that any Sith he faced didn't know that ability.

And given what she said, it definitely could have been a lot worse than a scar. A spear to the face was probably lethal.

"It's nice to work with and learn from others who have different experiences," he said, stepping back to view the wall in its entirety. "Opens up ones learning potential. As for the Arkanian, she was very skilled, though I'm unsure where she learned and why she isn't a Jedi. Though, perhaps she just wants to focus on healing people."

There were, he understood, people who couldn't take on the full role of a Jedi. Being one meant doing more than just healing, or mediating, or anything else. Jedi had to be able to handle a wide range of tasks in order to successfully fulfill the duty they undertook by becoming a Jedi. Not everyone was capable, or willing, of doing that. He didn't hold it against her, either way. She had been very helpful to him.

When Cora asked about his upbringing, he sighed. It did seem like he had to talk about it more often than he really wanted to. But that was life, at times. Not everyone was knowledgeable of who he was.

"I am the crown prince of the Kingdom of Dewit on Lazerian IV," he said, nodding his head. "Since my parents were killed I'm effectively the King, but I haven't been crowned because I haven't returned since it happened."

 

[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

Connel watched as Roman demonstrated the answer to his question. He did so well enough and the Knight nodded, especially at Kuhbee’s excitement to learn.

Well done. That is exactly how it should look, Kuhbee. Now, how you do that starts with levitation, so choose something to levitate, and with a wave, your imaginary hand will… His actions were providing a visual description of his lesson… up to the point of the rubble sent flying away safely. ... fly in the direction you wish.

Then he picked up another through the Force and waved over Roman to come next to them as well..

You should pay attention to this as well. I am going to show you something that you both should be able to work towards in that regard. Vosarri, your skills are exceptional already, but should you ever try this in a combat situation, Force forbid, an Acolyte, a Dark Knight… a Dark Jedi whoever… they will see it coming. I want to show how to perform this without them ready for it.

Continuing to levitate the debris, he extended his arm out and continued, and even levitated another, bringing it alongside the other.

A wave of your hand, again is the way to go… A wave of his hand sent one of the two pieces of rubble flying away safely… as that hand went down to his side, the other still levitating the remaining piece.

I want you to be able to eventually do this… The other… it went flying in the same direction, but if the two Padawans noticed, the only thing Connel had done was wave his index and middle finger.

All it takes is practice.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

"Um, yes, Lord Immortuous," she replied, hastily gathering up her scanner and sensors. She stood up, brushing herself off as best she could, though the blush lingered faintly on her face. Still, she managed to pull herself together enough to flash a sunny smile, a trademark Zaiya expression, at Mahsa, Nulgath, and Aris. That warmth faltered ever so slightly when her gaze flicked to Lysander, who had walked off in a noblesse manner.

Sigh... Hopefully she could clear things up afterward. Zaiya didn't like anyone to be upset at her.

"It's good to see you again," she said with a polite nod to the elder. Her opal blue eyes flicked over him briefly, taking in the faint traces of singed material around him. The Force around him felt... sharp, with an undercurrent of something brittle, but Zaiya pushed her curiosity aside for the moment.

"Are you okay? I hope you're not hurt,"

"Do not call me that. My true name is, Nulgath." He spat and squinted at Zaiya Ceti then gave the faintest hint of a smile before taking a step back. " I will be fine," He paused and internally felt odd. His physical body was not capable of blushing, as there was no real blood left in his body and yet it happened through is emotions.

And with so many eyes on him he also felt strange now realizing that he approached to check in on a single padawan. Within he chastised himself for the subtle display of "weakness" it was not is his way. It was not my way. Im not sure what my way is now. Whatever path or way he was forging now though he knew it he could only trust himself in it.

And maybe a few others.

The undead epicanthix looked around him briefly before moving to retire back to "his" section of the temple. " I have work-" he suddenly stopped when another voice came to his ear.

The last of the items had been picked up by the time Nulgath had finally approached, a cautious smile given to the Lord Immortuos as he seemed to show concern over the Lovalla. He’d been whisked away shortly after they’d escaped the station safely, and she had wondered what had become of the Sith during that time.

"W-We never got to thank you back then…" She was glad to see him well, or as well as a being who’d suddenly been cut off entirely from the dark side of the Force could be, as the Kazelrrian gave a little bow towards the elder. "Thank you for helping us make it back home safe."

A thank you? Nulgath froze pondering the word for a time. It was not a phrase the Sith used and not one that he frequented with genuine intent either. He was taken back and physically could of seemed offended but this was not the case. He knew it felt good to hear it said and while it did slightly fan his ego, it also made him look at Mahsa and Zaiya Ceti in a new light. Not as ignorant children or indoctrinated jedi youth or simply naive.

Simply put he could "see them" as individuals. And as soon as he was able to grasp this realization, he also by extension, could understand that this was how the two girls chose to "see" him as well. At the peak of Nulgath's epiphany he recoiled and felt shame...Because this was not something that he could reciprocate to himself.

Not yet.

" Oh.. I-I dont know.. What to say." The words seemed to surprise himself as they flowed from his mouth and then he glanced at Aris Noble and his face of stone and mimicked the face. A hardening of his own decayed visage and attitude. Not as a jest but becasue he did not want to be anymore vulnerable in that moment that possible.

Thankfully it seemed attention was naturally drawn elsewhere to an adjacent hall. ( Jasper Kai'el )

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris tilted his head as he watched the withered being copy his expression. Just a slight tilt. Again, one of those only if someone really knew him they'd pick up on it show of emotion. Oh. A mask. He simply gave a little nod. Emotions were hard, difficult. Especially if it's like how he had to handle emotions himself. He was clearly trying to keep from being overwhelmed by some sort of emotion, so, Aris didn't pry into it.

If anything, his attention was more on Zaiya now. He just gave a little smile. But an actual smile, at that, one that spread across his face and lit up his eyes, even if it was slightly bashful. Though his attention followed the others at the pulse.

Not that he felt it.

"What is what? What's going on? The runes are inactive..?"

Mahsa | Zaiya Ceti | Nulgath Zardai

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora followed Caelan's gaze back to the wall. She reached out once more, fingers brushing again against the face of the stone, now wiped clean of the corruptive markings. The strength of the Light would never cease to impress her.

"We are better for it," she agreed. "I grew up rather sheltered, believing that my experiences were universal. It was…quite a shock when I first joined the Order." One corner of her lips lifted into a wry smile, her gaze unfocusing into the middle distance as if she were gazing at a distant memory. As a fresh-faced Padawan, her prissy demeanor had rubbed quite a few of her classmates the wrong way. She’d eventually honed that edge into something smoother.

"I'm still learning, too."

There was something in Caelan's sigh that had her eyes turning back toward him, brow furrowed faintly. His answer earned a small gasp from the knight, her expression creasing in sympathy. Murdered parents, and the crown hanging over his head.

"Oh, Padawan Valoren. I'm terribly sorry." Her voice lowered into a somber murmur. "I apologize for bringing it up. You needn't explain any further."

Caelan Valoren

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

"Please just call me Caelan," he said.

For most of his life, everyone that wasn't a member of his immediate family had referred to him with a title before his last name. It grew wearisome, and it was hard to make friends when everyone distanced themselves through the use of a title. He didn't want to have acquaintances that only viewed him through the lens of formality.

"And it's alright. I've made peace with the loss of my family. It's the plight of my people that worries me now."

He turned and walked forward, searching for another segment of wall that needed cleansed. Standing around wasn't getting work done and it helped him to stay busy when he was having feelings in the manner he now was. Worry, mostly. No anger or fear, just worry about the people that had spent thousands of years looking up to his family line for guidance and protection, who were now at the mercy of some unknown group that had sought to wipe out an entire familial line.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Nulgath Zardai Aris Noble Mahsa

"Do not call me that. My true name is, Nulgath.

While Nulgath's tone carried a bark, Zaiya could sense there was no true bite behind it. As he turned away, she caught the faintest trace of a smile, quickly smothered beneath his withered, stoic demeanor. Zaiya wasn't a Lorrdian, but even she could read the subtle shifts in his body language, the battle he waged within himself etched in every rigid line. Her bioluminescent patterns flickered softly, hues of empathetic bronze and gold swirling across her mottled skin. A curious citrine glow rippled briefly before settling as she watched him retreat toward the section he'd been guarding.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay," Zaiya said warmly, her sincerity shining through her words. "And that's fine, no need to say anything more. Just let us know if you need anything."

For a moment, her words seemed to soften him. But then, as quickly as it had come, his leathery visage hardened again. Zaiya didn't take it personally. She could understand the disorientation, the strangeness of being thrust into a new world and expected to find your place. She'd felt it herself when she first learned about the Jedi, the Sith, and with what the Force could do.

Her gaze shifted, drifting from Nulgath to Aris. The tall, silver haired Padawan stood not far from the undead Epicanthix. The smile that shone at her direction from Aris prompted another delighted bashful flush. Her skin responded before she could stop it, shimmering with a vibrant wave of color that betrayed her feelings. It seemed that each encounter with Aris seemed to bring out more vibrancy in her hues, deepening their color.

The moment didn't last long, as faded runes etched into the stone began to waver, some crumbling under the cleansing touch of the Light. Others, though, still remained, darker and stained with a malevolence that made her stomach twist, held firm.

"Oh," Zaiya murmured, clearing her throat and stepping closer to the wall. She studied the lingering runes, her opal blue eyes narrowing in thought.

"I think one of the Masters' is cleansing the weaker runes... but the stronger ones are still holding." The nausea they radiated prickled at her senses, an echo of the darkness she'd felt before.

"How do we purify the larger ones?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Nulgath and Aris. The question hung in the air, genuine and uncertain. Zaiya's mind flitted back to Tython Station, to the Light rune Knight von Ascania had etched on her hand. The Force Light had worked then, but she hadn't understood how to wield it. She still wasn't sure.

"Do you know?" she asked again, directing the question to both of them. Aris had some experience with runes because of his father, but maybe Nulgath's Sith knowledge offered a key.

The irony wasn't lost on her, asking advice from someone she'd helped sever from the Dark Side. Yet she knew the battle wasn't over for Nulgath. If anyone understood the weight of these runes, it might be him.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora smiled faintly. "Caelan, then."

Her gaze drifted from the wall to the Padawan, observing him as he turned his attention back toward the ruins. She lingered a few steps behind, content to let him take the lead in exploring their next target.

"I was once wife to the crown prince of Ukatis. It gave me more…perspective regarding the caretaking of a people. The promise of ruling can weigh heavily over one's head."

Caelan was younger than Horace had been, though, and had likely experienced far more loss. Parallels between the two men could only be drawn so far, which was a good thing. His people's welfare had not been high on Horace's list.

The crumbling wall stretched out before them, baring signs of decay and ruin, but no more inscriptions as far as could be seen. There was, however, a strange pattern of concentric markings etched into the tile at the end of the partially collapsed corridor.

"Is that why you came to the Jedi?"

Caelan Valoren

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania

He stopped in his walk when he heard her mention Ukatis. And did she say she'd been married to its crown prince? He turned and squinted at her, but he was pretty sure she wasn't that old. So that must have been recent, then. And she did say was. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened that she no longer was, though he was certain it might have something to do with their history.

"Ukatis has a long history of oppression," he said, recalling his studies. "What happened?"

This had sparked a lot more interest in him, and for the moment he had forgotten about their task. Ukatis wasn't that far away from Lazerian IV, and his family had dealings with the royals there in the past, but his father had always detested having anything to do with them. He'd told Caelan a lot about them, about their history, because Caelan would likely have to deal with them eventually. He was keenly aware of how little the people there were cared for by those in charge of their well-being.

When she asked if what happened was the reason he came to the Jedi, though, he shook his head.

"I initially went to Coruscant in search of aid from the Alliance, but as soon as I landed someone tried to kill me and I ended up down in the lower levels. I hid there for a long time, until Anneliese found me and brought me to the Jedi."

 

[Braze]

Silas Westgard Jasper Kai'el

Braze gave Silas a smarmy grin. "Nope, Mister Tough Guy carried it all on his own," Braze said simply. "It's not like I'm allowed to lift anything heavier than five pounds," he added. "Doctor's orders, you know?" He paused and looked at Silas. "All is well in paradise, I take it?"