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Kicked it but still kickin' it

CORUSCANT
JEDI TEMPLE

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The mail delivery droid hummed a binauric tune as it made its deliveries, paying no mind to the contents of the packages it delivered.

Up the steps to the grand promenade it hovered, setting down a sealed box - a package addressed simply to "The New Jedi Order" A delivery like any other for the bot.

It had no idea what lay inside, or that the interior was lined lined with force-resistant shielding foil.

The droid awaited a signature for the package, humming its tune at the front of the temple with a louder, doorbell-like chime intermittently.

So it would wait, holding the package to any Jedi to sign for so it could continue on its regularly scheduled route.

CW: not pleasant things within.

OPEN TO NJO/GA



 
friendly neighborhood vampire
Back on Coruscant, Tel was happily spending time walking around the temple he'd mostly grown up in. Sure, he likely should have been in a class or the like, but it wasn't often that he actually was back on Coruscant anymore...normally at one of the other temples or on a praxeum ship. Plus, he was glad to see the temple gates whole, given how he could still remember what it looked like when everything was breaking down and falling apart atop master San Tekka and others when it was attacked by Sith.

He was, in fact, enjoying just that sight when he noticed a mail droid come sidling up, setting a box down and waiting patiently. Given the sorts of things that had happened in the past, he was slightly concerned. As he focused in on the box, though, he could sense nothing coming from it. No ill intent attached to it, nothing seemed to be wrong inside of it.

He walked up, the droid looking over at him expectantly as it hummed to itself. The box wasn't addressed to anybody specific, just to any Jedi...explained the look.


"Are you, uh, looking for someone in particular...?"

Jo'Han Felcado Jo'Han Felcado
 
Kicked it but still kickin' it

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"Are you, uh, looking for someone in particular...?"

<<bo-doop, pwo-peep. dididi!>>

The mail delivery bot, now behind on schedule, dropped the box into the hands of Tel Ahren Tel Ahren before it hurried to try to catch up on its route.

The box had something of heft within. Roundish, by the way it rolled when tilted. A singular object.

The recipient was not listed. Simply a package to be delivered to the New Jedi Order - did it mean any Jedi? Or to the order as a whole?

The delivery droid had no time to ponder it, already wandering away, and the sealed metallic container held no answers on its facade.

 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The halls of the Jedi Temple were calm that morning — a rare sort of quiet that Valery had learned not to trust.

She moved through them with an easy grace, a datapad resting in one hand, its display glowing faintly with a report she had half-finished reading, but her focus wasn't really on the words. Her mind drifted toward her Padawans, her kids, the upcoming meetings with the Council. The normal rhythms of Temple life — or what passed for normal these days.

And then she stopped.

The shift in the Force came all at once, like a current tugging sharply at her thoughts. Not loud. Not violent. But wrong. A cold ripple across the warmth of the Temple's usual flow — subtle, but unmistakable.

Valery's amber eyes narrowed as she slowly lowered the datapad.

It was coming from the front. The entry hall.

Her feet were already moving before she consciously decided to go, boots quickening against the stone with urgency. She didn't call for backup. Not yet. But the hairs at the back of her neck were rising, and every step closer made her heart beat just a little faster.

Something was here. And whatever it was… it didn't belong.






 
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Unlocking something inside
Coruscant
Jedi Temple - Halls

Yet another pitstop/

Buster and Pip were in the ship sound asleep, Connel would play with them later. Right now, he was turning in some artifacts to the Archaeology wing before heading back out. It was the right time of the morning as while he was not in a bad mood or anything, the Shadow was not feeling very “social”, not that he ever truly did.He had a lot on his mind, and the quiet of the temple halls suited him just fine. The artifacts were carefully documented, each one a piece of a larger puzzle. With his task complete, he prepared to leave, his thoughts already on the next mission.

Then a droid, a happy little songbird of a droid, was carrying a box. A box with an odd foil to it. Vanagor did not make a beeline for it, but when he sensed the Grandmaster nearby, a wary Grandmaster getting closer and closer, he decided not to head back to the ship. He would investigate, a confused Padawan was all but watching the droid leave. [COLOR-DARKORANGE]Droid, stop.[/COLOR]

Then he saw the markings. “New Jedi Order”. In an odd foil.

Then for some reason, Connel was reminded of a story his father once told him. A story about how Aunt Ala Quin Ala Quin , in a previous body (the one we all know and love now is a clone with her conscious transferred) was … no… it couldn’t be. He knew Ala was alive and happily on Naboo, but what was this?

Do you know who this is from? Connel didn’t touch it, but felt like he already knew the droid’s answer.

That wasn’t the scary part.

The scary part was his blood was starting to heat up.

Calm… don’t pretend to know the future…

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@Jo’Han Felcado Tel Ahren Tel Ahren Valery Noble Valery Noble
 
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"Droid, stop"

The droid halted at the command with a protesting boop.

Do you know who this is from?

<<bee do boo swee doop::bzzt brrt rururut>>

The neural processing of the droid continued, as if it hadn't had its memory sliced.

In close proximity, however, the interior foil wrapping was not a perfect cover from the Force - it warned of what lay within through what little gaps in the packaging it could.

Armored Hands with ill intent had prepared the parcel in snowy wastes.
A trophy cut from the sharp edge of a Beskad. A provocation and a message; not the result of a Sai Cha in battle, but carved free after defeat.

A 'gift' from a Mando'ade lay inside, painting the interior of the packaging crimson.

Brown wavy hair and pale skin. Eyes of hazel.

All that remains of Jo'Han Felcado.

 
friendly neighborhood vampire
The moment the box was dropped into his hands, something heavy rolling around inside, whatever good-feelings that were attached to the droid from its maker and work were stripped away. With the cacophony of sensations available on Coruscant, especially around the Jedi temple, and with a contented mail droid there, he couldn't clearly sense through the competing impressions to catch whatever was still lingering on the box. He still couldn't sense into it.

But a wave of cold nausea rolled through his stomach the second he touched the box. He was frozen in place as though nails were driven through his feet into the walkway, his jaw clenched as he fought down the turmoil in his gut. He hadn't felt anything quite like it since he'd seen the temple's gates come crashing down, dead visitors, temple workers, and Jedi—some as young as he was at the time—lying on the floor beneath the rubble. As Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor came up and accosted the droid, he tilted the box.

Something rolled inside, slamming into one end of the box with a meaty thump.

His cheeks and nose twitched at the odors he could detect, whether real or carried through the Force. Oil, shavings of metal and grit from a whetstone, sweat, blood. No decay, not yet, though he doubted it was far away. Proboscis tips tried to wriggle free, predatory instinct clashing with peaceful upbringing at the scent of blood, at the thought of what lay within the box. He could sense someone else coming down, the grandmaster's focus on what was happening just before the temple cutting through the teeming mass of life present on the planet.

Move, Tel, you have to move...

He resisted the urge to immediately play hot potato with the box and toss it at the knight that had come out next to him, taking one step backwards toward the gates. "Inside," he commanded the droid, with a jerk of his head. "Nobody's signed yet, after all." It may have been behind schedule, but he knew that with that reminder, memory sliced or not, it wouldn't really be able to argue. Given it had recognized him as part of the Jedi, too, there was a decent chance that its programming wouldn't let it refuse the order anyways.

If not, the knight was there, and Valery Noble Valery Noble was on her way down. It wouldn't get away.

Where he'd fought back the urge to toss the box, now he wasn't even certain he could manage to let go of it outside, his grasp white-knuckled and firm just like he was forcing himself not to lose his breakfast. "Contain this if anything bad happens, would you?" he asked the knight. While he was fairly certain there wasn't a bomb or a thermal detonator in it, based on what he could sense, he still wasn't going to entirely discount the possibility...but he still couldn't bring himself just to drop it and walk a safe distance away, either, and he'd rather not have the temple's gates get broken again, whether he went with them or not.

Jo'Han Felcado Jo'Han Felcado
 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"

Braze was on patrol today, his first assignment wearing the ceremonial gold and white of a Temple guardian. He walked the halls with focused attention, quietly observing the ebb and flow of Jedi life. But something shifted. A subtle pressure pressed against the edges of his awareness. Not danger in the traditional sense, no alarms, no screams. Just a cold, creeping wrongness. He stopped and looked aroun before he watched.

From a distance, he focused on the scene unfolding near the Temple's front steps. A delivery droid. A box. Jedi beginning to gather. The tension coiled in his gut, tightening with every breath.

Then he reached ou through the Force.

The Temple blurred around him. Living auras flickered and flared in vibrant hues, the familiar warmth of the Temple's rhythm shining like stained glass.

But the box…

It was silent. A dark void in the Force. Wrapped in shielding, but not completely. He saw through it. Not with light, but with truth.


His breath hitched for a split second. The mechanical whisper of his respirator ticked in the quiet. He didn't hesitate moving with quiet urgency, Braze descended the stairs, boots tapping out a steady rhythm on the stone, long white cloak furling in his wake. He came to a stop just behind Tel Ahren Tel Ahren .

He was smaller than many Temple Guards, but the gold-and-white armor lent him presence. From behind his mask came a soft, modulated voice—slightly off-frequency, as though filtered through an aging speaker.

"Padawan… You have done well... However; You need to hand me the box."

A brief pause,

His tone remained calm, and controled. He was already preparing to take it, if Tel faltered.
 
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Something was wrong.

Kahlil felt it through the Force as he stood within the Temple. Through his bond with Valery Noble Valery Noble . Something had arrived to the Temple, someone who belonged but was.. The Shield appeared beside Valery. No flash of light, no gust of wind. He was just there, as if he'd always had been. For once, there wasn't a calm expression on his face.

Rage. Sorrow. In equal measure those emotions rested on his face as he walked with her, hurried in his steps.
 
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Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike


There was something of a commotion forming at the front gates. Emotions rippled through auras that alarmed Aadihr as he proved around while far-seeing.

It all centered around a box - that Braze Braze was requesting from a Padawan. A box that Aadihr couldn't gaze within through the force.

Curious.

The auras gradually grew morbid. Valery approached it, Kahlil following shortly after. He couldn't pick up on the finer details of their auras, he was not a telepath after all, but if this was something to be concerned about, he should help. They seemed to be bringing in a droid for questioning, and appeared to be complying.

Aadihr left the study and headed to the entrance, unaware of the extent of the impact of what awaited him there.

 
friendly neighborhood vampire
He'd already turned, forcing his leaden legs to begin the walk back inside the temple with whatever he held between his hands. His mind had started to wander towards guessing at just what it was without taking a look inside; even beyond the sensations in the Force, there was a certain scent to it that the box itself was not managing to perfectly contain. He was certain there was some sort of body part inside the box. Something that rolled around well, so it had to be at least mostly round, so it couldn't just be a hand or something like that. It still made a hard enough contact that it couldn't be some internal organ, either, like a heart.

why am I even thinking about this what is wrong with my head right now

Given the size of the box, as well...he definitely didn't want to open it up and find someone's face staring up at him.

When he brought his eyes back into focus and saw a temple guard standing right ahead of him, arms out, there was no hesitation in him handing the thing over. Resisting the urge to toss it over at the other knight was important, because overall it did not seem like the sort of thing to just be throwing around; but when another one was close enough to just take it?

No thought required, here you go, have a nice day.

He felt instantly better as soon as it was no longer in his hands, though his jaw was still clenched against whatever might try to force its way up and out; within another few steps, that feeling subsided, too.


"So, we uh..."

He trailed off into a silence as sudden as when he'd started speaking, rapidly growing aware of just the caliber of people who'd all been making their way around to see what the commotion was. At least the droid, binary protestations ringing in the air as it floated in next to him, was just as out of its depth as he was. Still, he'd already spoken up, he couldn't just let the thought disappear entirely—he'd probably have them prodding at him to finish it, anyways, so he may as well get it out, no matter how poor the taste.

"...Got any clue who might be in there before we open it?"
 
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Pitstop turned Investigation.
Coruscant
Temple




More and more were showing up with this. As if some alarm had sounded. Connel was not in the mood to play around so he pulled his mask back over his head, the droid was just doing its job so the Shadow signed for the box and let it on its way. Whether others would let the droid leave or not, was up to them. Vanagor pulled out the datapad from the back left pocket of his web gear as he spoke into his comm-link. ”BRAD”, I’m linking my datapad to the HUD in my goggles. Could you link in and scan the device?

With his free hand, Connel put a “crystal” like object into the side of the goggles in his mask and held up the Datapad with the other. “BRAD”, his astromech back on his ship beeped an acknowledgement, but a moment later, his response was one of defeat. That’s okay, I didn’t expect anything. Could you try and do what we did on “lol”? Braze could hold onto the box if he wanted it.

He referenced an action they executed on the planet lol that might have been considered “illegal”, but did so that only the droid would understand and he acknowledged. The droid would be slicing into “postal” building closed circuit cameras in an attempt to see who had brought this package to them. This would take awhile. When he saw the two Council heads approaching, he knew what they were here for. Masters Noble. Unless they wanted otherwise, he was heading out to follow this trail.

 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery arrived in silence, but her presence said everything. The moment she stepped into the open courtyard near the gates, her eyes swept the scene. Tel's pale expression, Braze steady with the box in hand, and Connel already working behind the scenes. Her gaze flicked to each of them with quiet thanks, but her feet never slowed.

Then she felt it.

The box wasn't active in the Force, not in the obvious ways objects sometimes could. But it radiated wrongness all the same — a subtle, oppressive weight that made her skin prickle. She came to a stop in front of Braze, Kahlil just behind her. Their bond crackled but this time, she wasn't focused on it.

Her eyes locked onto the box. And her breath caught — just for a moment. A cold, unnatural chill traced the curve of her spine, as if something had reached through the shielding foil and touched her.


"This isn't being opened here." She turned her head, amber eyes flashing toward Tel and the others nearby — young Jedi, students and others were still walking the halls. "Not in the middle of the Temple. Not where the young ones can see." A pause. Then she looked to Braze, her voice steady as durasteel.

"Take it to the secure containment chamber below the Archives. We'll meet you there." Valery then turned to Kahlil, quietly asking for him to join them there. But it was more than likely that others were going to be involved soon.

"Once we know more, we'll start a proper investigation," she said, eyes shifting between Connel and Braze. Both of them Shadows, she had a feeling they'd be the right Jedi to assign.







 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"

Braze gave the Padawan a curt nod as he took the box from them. "Thank you," he said quietly, securing it in his gloved hands with practiced care.

He didn't wait for further exchange. The moment the object was in his possession, he wrapped it in a thin Force barrier, just enough to dampen any latent energies and contain any.... problems. Whatever was inside, it didn't belong out here. He had no intention of opening it on site.

Valery arrived moments later, issuing her orders. Braze inclined his head again, acknowledging her without breaking stride. His uniform covered him fully, and his gloves ensured he wouldn't smudge or disturb any trace evidence clinging to the box. That was important, especially if this thing had a story to tell.

His steps were light but swift as he moved through the halls, not running, but moving with clear purpose. He kept to quieter paths, deliberately avoiding younglings and lingering eyes. Whatever this object was, it didn't need an audience. He offered a bow of his head as he moved past Aadihr Lidos Aadihr Lidos .
 
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Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike


They had secured the box, moving it away from prying eyes. This close, Aadihr could sense the morbidit of it, and see through only to the black silhouette of the foil within.

There was a familiar feeling he couldn't quite place. Valery Noble Valery Noble and Braze Braze seemed intent on not causing a stir, so Aadihr waited a moment before following them, stalking from beyond eyesight and acting as casual as one could.

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The investigations of Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor would illuminate a few details, the first of which is that the box itself must have been set with a protocol to slice any automatic checkpoint and delete data - but that is only a surface level solution. The data remains in the memory banks, waiting to be reallocated for new information - and this set of details told a story.

The package was received on Coruscant from a spoofed sender, appearing to have been sent from a dropbox in Neo-Crusader space. This, however was unequivocally false, as the manifest of the freighter that brought the package, along with many other, everyday deliveries, had come from the opposite direction.

The delivery trail bounced from station to station, before finding its origin - a cutoff point from the Sith Order's Blackwall, an abrupt dead end of information.

Details on the pilot, however, gave enough information to piece together the planet of origin - this package ultimately was sent from Hoth.

A much easier investigation revealed an the identity could be ascertained from the data as the credits that paid for the shipping could be traced back to underworld Bounty payout. Jo'Han Felcado Jo'Han Felcado .

After thorough scraping of digital evidence, a list of five potential suspects for sending the box emerged.

Bounty hunters credited:
@Amelie Berionne
@Asaiah Celwik
@V3RM-X
@"Cobalt"
@Tork Lok
Bounty reward - 50,000 Underworld credits

 
friendly neighborhood vampire
Tel stood silently as Grandmaster Noble took over the situation, Master Khalil right behind her; with everything rapidly coming back to a more controlled sort of state, there wasn't much he really had to add. Of course, he hadn't been suggesting they open the box right then and there, just...wondering if anybody had any guesses who might be inside. He certainly didn't, he didn't really know anybody other than the Nobles, and that was really only be reputation.

Still a bit disoriented from handling the box and the sensations he'd gotten from it, he—mail droid beside him—did nothing more than follow along behind as the group carried the box away, in towards the archives. After a moment, he noticed as Aadihr Lidos Aadihr Lidos fell in step beside him, trailing the rest of the group. "Interesting day, huh?" he asked, trying to make some light conversation rather than continuing in silence with nothing but unhappy binary coming out of the grumpy droid to fill it.
 
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Aadihr had been focusing his sight on Valery and Braze that the new voice caught him off guard.

"Interesting day, huh?"
"You, uh...you hear that?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch what you said earlier, did I hear what?"

He didn't recognize this Padawan, but he he did see the hidden proboscis in his cheeks with his Miralukan force-sight. What would be the second (at least partial) Anzat that Aadihr had ever met stood before him.

"Oh, I uh, I didn't see you there, my apologies. I don't think we've met"

Aadihr stuck his hand out in greeting,

"Aadihr Lidos, pleased to meet you." He said semi distractedly.


 

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