Faction [RNR & Foundation] Restoring the Balance

[Kahne Porte]

"Alive, that's what counts, right?"

"How's Aiden?"

"For the most part." Kahne responded with a small smile as he nodded towards his friend. "And I'm not sure, I haven't seen him in a few days." The Jedi Master spoke as he took more notice to those that were there and those that began to walk in. Such as Briana Sal-Soren Vizion Trozky and Lossa Aureus Rook Merriex and Efret Farr

"Apologies for my late arrival,"

"I'm almost certain its not a problem Briana." Kahne said with a small chuckle given her current state. It didn't surprise him in the least that she was here today. Despite all wounds, weariness, pain.....she still stood strong. Not just for herself but for all of Naboo. Plus she was quite stubborn as well.....

A trait all Jedi seemed to share.

Lorn Reingard

 

[Mother Askani]

NABOO | FOUNDATION STAGING AREA | OBJ 1.
FOUNDATION

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"Laws under oppressive regimes are just weapons of control. This fight is not just for liberation from the Dark Empire, but for the restoration of just governance and planetary sovereignty, even from bloated bureaucracies like the Alliance, that prioritize their own stability over much else." Gavan has connections within the legal system, mostly from his former life as a respected judicial figure. He maintains these ties as a means to subtly manipulate policy and keep the Foundation's legal position from being completely dismantled. "I understand freedom must be won through strategy as much as force. I'll work on undermining Imperial bureaucracy, securing diplomatic support, and ensuring that when the Dark Empire falls...we'll be ready." He said.

He's deeply respected within the Ivory Charter, but also seen as a realist among idealists. While younger members push for immediate rebellion, he advocates for careful strategy, leveraging law, diplomacy, and controlled disruptions to ensure their fight is not crushed too soon. He was world-weary but resolute. Though he's lost faith in grand institutions, he hasn't lost faith in the people who fight for justice. He carries himself with the bitterness of a man who has seen too much corruption, but also the determination of someone who refuses to surrender to it.

"Once this goes live-once the Imperial stronghold is broken...you'll have the momentum, but you won't be able to turn back. Are you ready for what comes next?" He spoke without addressing her directly, but he was.

"Or think about Romi Jade. If it's evil, she's fought it. She could be a queen just on general principle. But she's right over that horizon living under an abandoned irrigation facility, because that's how she centers herself in the authentic." - Jend-Ro Quill

"A Jedi's life is sacrifice..." she mused. "I've nothing left to lose. My entire life has been in service, I've fought the fight on countless worlds, every enemy you can imagine, but the hardest battle one will ever fight will be with one's self" She lurched back slowly.

"Change is always a challenge, and often hard for others to see who've seen nothing else. But it's in these moments where you get to show yourself how tough you are, how deep your love is, what it means to have dignity...so that you can truly be at peace, and live with yourself. I have sacrificed everything...to do one last good thing. That. was. my. calling." her head moved as she emphasized it end of it.

A beat.

"Johannes always had this way of making the impossible seem like just another step on the path—like the stars would shift just to meet him halfway. I see it in you too, Redbird. You've always had that same fire, the same impossible hope. Difference is, he believed the galaxy could be saved... and you? You know it has to be rebuilt. He'd be damn proud... but you already know that, don't you?"

"He knew who he married." she mocked. "We do what we can. I'm doing this to honor him, and protect Cortana, Lossa, Briana, and Kale. And everyone else who can't protect themselves."

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"What have I sacrificed? Everything..."
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[Lysander von Ascania]

Sibylla Abrantes

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The sound of his boots squelching was becoming all too familiar. As Lysander pressed forward and glanced down, what he saw suggested that today might just be the last day he wore this pair. When he had chosen his outfit earlier, traversing through a swamp wasn't something he factored in.

His attention shifted away from the path ahead, meeting Sibyll's gaze as he felt the weight of her question. For just a few beats, he imagined that looking into his own eyes might be like viewing a storm of ambition and longing. Then, he returned his focus to the terrain before them. "Freedom," he started, the word falling from his lips in a way that surprised even him. Lysander knew the answer would need to be carefully chosen once more, not wishing to draw suspicion, or reveal the shadows that lurked beneath. Yet, part of him also wanted to spark the girl's interest enough to continue their discussion. "The kind of freedom that allows me to choose my own path. I don't want to just explore the galaxy, but to discover who I truly am."

Standing tall, his head remained high, but not in a way to suggest arrogance. His hands clasped in front of him; it was a display of his own court etiquette. The corners of his mouth then twitched into a faint smile. “Love,” he continued, “well, that would be the fuel that drives any pursuit. It brings meaning to the risks we take and the sacrifices we make. Without it, that freedom would feel rather empty.” His brow furrowed slightly, contemplating her question further. Putting everything that swirled in his heart into words wasn't an easy task. “To find the right balance between freedom, love, and duty. I guess that's how I would define living. I.. don’t want to be a pawn in someone else's game.”

Lysander hadn’t forgotten the girl’s comments just moments ago, already believing her opinions would not be easily swayed. It was another kind of balance to push that bit further without it leading to confrontation from a difference in views. "And I appreciate your perspective, Sibylla. Though, I think there's more to it than that." His tone suggested he was open to revisiting that topic. “What would you consider a well lived life?”

The details of the capital were slowly becoming visible, its beautiful architecture undeniable.

 

[Graham Deras]

"How did you become so good at this."

Graham glanced at the material to ensure that it was even enough before looking back to the small voice that had spoken to him. It belonged to a young child whom had a curious look about his face. "Well, I started working on this trade when I was younger. I became quite adept at it." The Jedi Knight spoke with a sweet smile as he looked over to the young girl. "I believe I'm better at this, than I am at being a Jedi."

"That's impossible!" She responded with a small giggle and shook her head quickly. It seemed her mind was completely made up on the choice. "Jedi are the best, they protect all that is good." The young Jedi couldn't help but laugh, as his smile and heart grew tenfold at those words. "You are a smart and bright young girl." She seemed to have wandered away from her parents as her name was called and her parents came through the bustle of people. "I gotta go, nice to meet you!"

Graham gave a small wave to the child and when he caught the glances of her parents he gave a small bow and went back to his work. "You too kid, you too."

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan nodded for a moment. He had to figure out how to put his plan into words. It was something he had on his mind for a while. Even before he went to study to become a doctor, he had been wanting to build this orphanage. He had the idea for it, just needed to the funding and permission for it all.

"Yes. I plan on building an orphanage. On Onderon, I just need to get permission from an associate of mine there. Jenn Kryze, she's the Knight Commander of Onderon."

He couldn't think of a better planet to potentially look out for the orphanage as well. Shan couldn't imagine Jenn letting anything happen to the kids there. The Mandalorians could be good protectors...if they weren't out crusading and burning down the Galaxy. But not all of them were like that. Jenn had helped Shan realise that and get over his prejudices.

Dashiell NPC

 

[Altan]

|| RESTORING THE BALANCE ||
The Ashen Sun - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Echo Athoth | Kalantha | Michael Angellus ​

THEED, NABOO

It didn’t take long until the soup is ready to be served. Ideally, it would take hours to let all the flavours soaked, but in a situation like this, where people are hungry and possibly haven’t eaten properly for a while, this should suffice. Altan serves the first batch, offering them his condolences and prayers for good fortune, before passing the task to one of his team members.

Not far away from his relief tent, he overheard a conversation about Shiraya Order, the Jedi order of Naboo and decided to check it out. Two Jedi that he assumes to be Padawans, and the Queen herself.

“Your Grace…” he greets in a monotone tone as he approaches the group, without any outright gestures. Coming from a nomadic society, his respect for a monarch is limited to the extent of how they serve their people and how the lead their people through hardship, no more, no less. “And you two must be Jedi…” he shifted his attention to the other two. “It’s an honor to help, I’m Jedi Master Altan, of the Jedi Coalition,” he introduced himself. There is no emotion in his words, no pride, yet also no sign of sorrow. He is just is, like how his peers would describe him. When he helps people, he feels at peace, nothing else.

“It’s good to see more Jedi rallying to help here.”​

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[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:

Restoring the Balance
a Royal Naboo Republic story...​

"Here," ,,, "Go find a kid and make their day."

Is she trying to get rid of me? Did I say something wrong? Come on! I was just giving my comm-link to the Queen to talk to my mom! I mean, did I break some protocol or something? Come on!

Uhh okay? I feel like an idiot right now but… wait there was that little boy not far away. He was looking for his mom. I could help him for a second. Hey buddy. You okay?

“I can’t find my mommy.” Poor kid. I know what it’s like.

Your mom’s lost? Man. I hate when they do that, don’t you? I got a giggle! My stupid joke got a giggle. Let’s go find her. I’m “Michael”, what’s your name?

“Badi”

Do you know your mom’s name?

Aw man. He frowned. “No.”

Hey, that’s okay! She’s “mom”. Come with me! I’m pretty proud of this, I took his hand and we walked around making noise. Hey MA! Badi’s looking for you! Why’re you lost? He was giggling again. I’m pretty good at this! Then I saw her come running. She was pretty relieved. I get it.

See Badi, she wasn’t missing for long. If she gets lost again, you come find me, or someone like me, okay?

“Okay!” He smiled, it felt good.

Oh yeah, I forgot. Here. Something to munch on. His eyes lit up as he got his treat so all was good there. I made it back as this big bald guy showed up. I thought he was uncle Caltin for a moment, but… well… that wasn’t happening.

You were right about that kid, Echo, do we have any more?

“And you two must be Jedi…” he shifted his attention to the other two. “It’s an honor to help, I’m Jedi Master Altan, of the Jedi Coalition,”

This guy is huge. It’s an honor, sir.. Or Master… I’m still learning. Sorry. I have an uncle and a cousin who are both Jedi. Why did I say that? Why did I SAY THAT?


Kalantha | Echo Athoth | Altan | OPEN

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Interacting with Lysander von Ascania | closed

Sibylla's steps slowed, the squelch of swamp mud beneath her boots drawing a flicker of irritation across her otherwise composed features. She caught Lysander's gaze, noting the way he paused for some time before answering. Freedom. A simple word, but one that carried layers. She had spent enough time in the Senate chamber to know when someone was holding their cards close to the chest.

Her gaze flicked to his hands clasped neatly in front of him, a display of etiquette she recognized from her own upbringing. So, he knows how to play the game. Interesting. She wondered where he was from. Was he from Naboo?

"I'd say that's a very poetic answer for someone currently losing a battle with a swamp... so pardon my curiosity about your origins," she quipped, arching a delicate brow as another step sent his boots sinking a little deeper into the muck. But she studied him, genuinely curious now. "Is that how most Jedi think? That freedom and love are what truly matters in a well-lived life? That seems… at odds with everything I've read about them." A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

But her teasing softened as she considered his words. Freedom. Love. Duty. He'd spoken of them with conviction, as though they were coordinates guiding him toward some greater purpose. Yet, she had been raised to know that ideals could be fleeting, and conviction, however noble, could be easily manipulated. Which is why she could understand the desire to not end up being a pawn in someone else's game.

"The Queens of Naboo have always been taught that their lives are in service to something greater than themselves. Love is a luxury, freedom is conditional, but duty?" Her expression grew more thoughtful. "Duty is the foundation. It's what makes everything else possible."

She let the moment settle before giving a more thoughtful reply on her own definition, "A well-lived life?" Sibylla echoed, tilting her head slightly. "To me, it's about impact. About knowing that my time...however long or short, meant something. That at the end of mine, I want to be able to say I mattered. That I left something behind worth remembering."

The capital was now fully in sight, its grand architecture rising in the distance. She sighed in relief.

"Speaking of duty, ours is to make sure we actually reach Theed before we get swallowed whole by this swamp. Come along, Lysander. Before I have to draft an official report about the Padawan who met his end in a particularly aggressive puddle."

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Sibylla Abrantes

His hands remained clasped, composure firm even amidst the murky embrace surrounding them. Having been exposed to the complexities of courtly politics long before his journey as a Jedi began, honesty was a language that Lysander could appreciate. "I’m from Ukatis," the Padawan stated simply. Given how underdeveloped the planet was, his past seemed to stir pity from outsiders, a feeling he wasn’t keen on entertaining. "Jedi are taught to value peace and compassion above anything else. But.. I also believe strength and survival are important. Our galaxy is a harsh place.. ideals might not be enough.”

A flicker, faint but enigmatic, passed through the depths of his gaze; memories of his sister flashed, vivid, and clouded by thoughts of his upcoming journey. “And sometimes, you have to make difficult choices to protect what you care about.”

Amidst the humidity he listened intently, a hint of a smile tracing his lips. "You’re right; direction and purpose are like.. pillars that give meaning. Duty without something greater, however, just sounds like obligation." Unlike the girl, he seemed unbothered by the swamp's atmosphere. Thoughts of claiming two lives earlier still weighed heavily on him, but he found himself drawn into the conversation, perhaps even distracted by it, far more than he would like to admit.

There was another portion to the answer, but he waited, focusing his attention to the capital as it drew closer. With grace, a hand lifted, his thumb wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, ignoring the last jab. Instead, he sighed through his nose, a mix of both frustration and curiosity battling in his mind. The noise of Theed slowly began to return.

Gone were the sounds of attacks and explosions, along with shadows once casted by Mandalorian ships. What he did sense however was a blend of emotions radiating through the city: anxiety, fear, and hope. Fortunately, there was that of relief too. Lysander was simply comforted to see Naboo's capital pulsing with life.

“I think pursuing a legacy is great,” he finally said. The tone was warm, but also thoughtful. “But hopefully you don’t miss out on enjoying some of the simpler moments along the way.”

Before relocating to Coruscant years back, his life was threatened to be shaped by burdens of the past.

The corners of his mouth danced with playful tug. "I could lend my hand with that, you know," he offered, the words dripping with lightheartedness. "Besides, it's an area I'm quite skilled in.. I've always been great at creating distractions."

They were now under the regal arches of the city. “I have a feeling we wouldn’t agree on much, but at least it would be entertaining.” His mind shifted to another matter. “I’m actually leaving Naboo in a few days for an extended period. But the offer still stands.”

The commlink remained oddly quiet, and he recalled the girl's need to contact her House and the Representative Assembly. Until he received guidance or some sort of update, he would continue strolling along next to Sibylla.

 

[Mother Askani]

NABOO | FOUNDATION STAGING AREA | OBJ 1.
FOUNDATION

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"You plan to protect each of them from this silo?" He asked, referring to Cortana, Briana, Lossa, and Kale.

"I've been a lot closer than they realize. They won't like it of course-but its their time to choose their own paths. I couldn't willingly drag them into this, because I knew they'd follow. It'd have to be of their own choosing...because they saw something and stood for it or against it. And I know they'd look after Cortana. This was the only way I could think of...given the circumstances at the time; to protect them and catalyze something inside them." she responded.

Choices, and their broader implications.

He sighed, because they'd already taken these steps. Both slipped into a moment of silence, a pondering of sorts, and it was on a wavelength they both shared.

He was the one to break it, "Well, there's one more thing... you know you don't fight a war just to trade one master for another. If the Foundation wants to win, it needs more than firepower..." he lead on, "One of the Charter's Tynnan associates picked up some intel along the Koros Trunk Line...there's a rather peculiar professor at the Rigovian Technical University sources say, studying some type of new science that combines history, psychology, and mathematical statistics, supposedly it uses probability and historical analysis to predict trends and patterns within large social groups....even rumors of predicting the rise and fall of civilizations."

It piqued her interest, she hadn't known of or ever heard of anything like this amongst her Selabite colleagues and resources, or the Eremite Anchorites, granted she hadn't met all of the former. So maybe it wasn't related to the Force...but then again, one could never know for sure.

"I've never heard of it...anywhere." her thoughts trailed off at the end.

"Perhaps its something to look into, there's a lot of wacky rumors around it when I took a glance to gather this for you, but-" He shook his head, "You'd be able to determine that better than I."

Hmm, "Maybe. We've gotta help the people here first. But I'll cross reference it where I can, when I can."

"Well, I must return to Teta. I have work to do if this is to be our plan." He pulled his hood up and over. "For tomorrow's victory."

"For tomorrow's victory."

For they both transformed once again back into their respective forms.

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"What have I sacrificed? Everything..."
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