Secret Vaults of the Selab (Levantine Sanctum Dominion of Bayan)

[Not Ordo]

Kal wasted no time in his usual enterprise. He looked at the low plants as he moved toward the construction site and where he was able he picked the ready seeds and stuffed them in a flimsi envelope in his bag. His steady gait and sharp eyes picked up quite the array of small plants that had gone to seed and many yet that had not, but where eyes were as often is the case, focus was also. When the droid came close Kal nearly bumped it before he saw it for what it was.

"Odd." Kal said as he looked at it and the tray it carried. "What do you have little droid, hmm?"

Kal looked at the tray and soon realization took it's place in his eyes. It was unconventional to be sure but it was typical of a gathering of the Order. Things were often exchanged and others locked away or sent away. He had many things. Many things he feared to let into the wrong hands, many still that were mere locations of things he had seen or hidden throughout the years. He reached into his bag with both hands and fished through like an old maid that was searching for her lost speeder keys in her large purse. From within he pulled out a small case with a lightsaber crystal sized corsuca gem that was nearly as old as Corsuca gem mining itself. He aslo took out the copies he had made of Odan Urr's writings and one of his prize possessions one that was a very rare thing indeed, a fist sized chunk of carbonite, that contained a Bota plant. Kal set the things down and took the datacron on Sar Agorn. He liked the other things of course but he just wanted to have something of length to read during his time alone. He had lived for a time with the Zeison sha and lightsabers were not his interest or his worry.

"There you are then please don't drop those and come back if you find more long reads would you." he said as he leaned down to pick another seed pod.

[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kalizka"]
The little astromech could hardly contain itself. The arboreal elder had offered three things and taken only one! The mistress would be immensely pleased. Servomanipulators trembling with digital adrenaline, the astromech secured the bota, the Corusca gem, and the writings of Odan-Urr in a safe compartment, and trundled on. With one servo, it brought up a graphite stick and scratched out a line from the display case's manifest.

For Barter:
Jedi Order datacron on the construction and use of Force-imbued blades
Jedi Order datacron on the seven lightsabre forms
Velok's imperfect datacron copy of the Sar Agorn Jedi holocron
Blueprints of the Hammerhead

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

As Jaxton was assaulted by Cestus Cybernetic Construction Droids, asking him what supplies he had and heading into his ship to gather his supplies and begin distributing them a small freighter he'd heard tale of more than once before joined the side the side of his ship. It took about a minute before the Spacer exited his ship, showing a young but experienced adventure that seemed oddly familiar, as if they'd met in a past life.

"Mornin' Jax." The spacer said in a friendly fashion. He knew of Jorus's exploits well enough to recognize the man from his walk, his attitude, his ship, so it came as little surprise that Jorus would similarly know the Zeltron.

"Mornin Jorus." He replied, before outstretching a firm hand to shake. "I don't believe we've ever officially met, though I've heard much about you. It's good to finally meet you face to face."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

It was an objectively beautiful day, the nuna recognized, masticating a mealworm. Bayan had its charms -- gustatory, pastoral -- but at this moment the nuna found the most delight in being free range. The nuna was not aware that it had been free range on more than a few planets (including the Roche Asteroids, memorably) due to its predilection for comfortable cargo holds. But this particular place felt different. Comfortable. Safe.

It gribbled and gonked its way into the tall grass near Boolon's hedge, and widdled on the edge of the White Current illusion.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

He shook the proffered hand. "Likewise. Amazed we've gone this long without running into each other. Seroth -- no, Seydon now -- and Rosa and the rest, all the old Silent Conclave crew, they and I go way back. Even some Rebel Alliance ops -- Fringe neutral zone, the Yalara stygium heist. And then there's the Vagrant Fleet days."

Toolbox in hand, he trudged toward the completed part of the facility. "Your ship's riding a little heavy. Construction supplies?"

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Nohemi would mull over @Je’gan Olra’en ‘s words, musing quietly to herself as she spoke. Being a Fallanassi...had certain expectations. Responsibilities. Outlooks. Their world view revolved on not becoming involved with the events of the world, that the galaxy will naturally flow to the currents of the Force in whatever manner it would so desire.

Then again, Nohemi had taken part in the mass exodus of her people simply to stay out of the way of the Sith Empire and the Republic’s interference. One might be able to argue that she hadn’t followed the Way and simply let whatever would come to pass, pass. Having Je’gan as a master however, would challenge those philosophies, making Nohemi question the worldview of the Order.

“The future is unpredictable,” she would say carefully. “It is uncertain where the path we walk upon shall take us. “ she would comment, her eyes trailing towards the milling members of the Sanctum and the Order.

“It seems, however, that regardless of the different paths we shall all take… the objective and the mission remain the same.” she would say in relation to the Order of Selab’s principles and purpose.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Jaxton nodded to the man as he made a fair assessment. He wondered a little how long it took Jorus to figure out how much a ship was carrying by watching it fly in atmo, but he wagered context clues helped a bit with that.

"Yeah, brought in a few tons of ferrocrete and some equipment. Figured it should be enough to at least finish the foundation, though we might have a little more than just that looking at how well things have already gotten started." Jaxton said as the two J's walked into one of the more constructed areas.


"You here to put on the finishing touches over here, or what does Je'gan have you workin on?"

 

[Seydon of Arda]

To his chagrin, more-so annoyance, two stablizer's married to an integral gyroscope sputtered out. Holo-readouts blinked on, temporarily marring the view-screen. Seydon reached, palming the hard-light off, gently torquing a handful of underbelly landing jets to see if they hadn't emphatically cut-out similarly. Fuel-feeds winked green, clear. Retrothruster indicators blinked on solid, all for go. With temerity and care, the prospector pod orbited the clearing. Lander-pads sunk out from the ventral hulling, arrestor-buffers and kinetic dampeners soaking up the impact jar.

Systems cycled down until the back-quarter engine was gently purring in cool-down. Seydon popped the cockpit hatch and stumbled onto svelte earth painted broadly with malachite green. [member="Boolon Murr"] was labouring close on coaxing growth into rising curtains of hedge-thrush and shrubbery, @Rosa Mazhar on hand at his side, while [member="Jorus Merrill"] with @Jaxon Ravos talked shop. A plot of nondescript earth was being prepped for foundation pouring. Droid-workers, from bulk-lifters thick set and tusked with steel spars for pallet lifting, to tradesman models with universal-jointed limbs draped with webgear virtually plated with tools, to more delicate servo-orbs checking current measurements against on-board schematics dictating architectural progress.

An overseer was shrilling to one loader, but failed to duck as a grappling spar spun into its torso-casing. Seydon stretched out in quick lunge, easing out calve-cramps. The cockpit seating was stiflingly cramped. He tugged his duffel-sack up and strode in, pausing to help a beleaguered droid tepidly fit down a stubborn capstone.

[member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Boolon Murr"] [member="Kalizka"] @Je'gan Olra'en ...[member="Nuna"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Jorus nodded phlegmatically. "Figured it was somethin' along those lines when I heard ya land. Little stress rasp in the rear port landing strut. Plus she handles like she's got a full belly, you watch her close enough.

"Me, I'm here for whatever needs doing. Brought a few Cricket construction pods that might speed things up -- that, and some tidbits that might look good with the drapes once this place is up. Haven't decided yet." He hefted the toolbox. "Soon as something winds up in a set place, sure as feth someone'll come lookin' for it whether they've got a sensible reason or not."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Nohemi Allaneh"]

"That's the truth, sure enough," said the old man. He gestured back the way she'd come. "When you came in, through the illusion, I'm sure you got a sense of it. Not my most subtle work -- just the empty hill and fields. I'm hoping it'll be enough, considering I can't be here all or even most of the time. I don't suppose any of your sisterhood would be willing to take up residence here to help sustain the standing-wave location immersion."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Seydon of Arda"]

The astromech, its transparisteel display case now precarious -- those grappling spars would getcha -- tootled its circuitous way through the outskirts of the construction site. Datacrons wobbled gently in their foam housings. Purpose subsumed the droid. Its paperclip-maximizer objective was to make good trades, and make them it would.

It presented itself to Seydon of Arda with a piteous bleat. A blast of compressed air had left the menu askew on the transparisteel, and smudged it somewhat. It now read:

|||||||||||Barter:
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||and use of Force-imbued blades
||||||||cron on the seven lightsabre forms
Velok's imperfect ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Blueprints of ||||||||||||||||||

 

[Chloe Blake]

With a slight jostle to secure her satchel over her shoulder, Chloe Black would wander inside the secured area of the Sanctum. The faintest of smiles would go dancing across her lips. Ain't not other flow of the currents quite like these, she 'd muse to herself.

Ain't that right Old Timer? would come her inner muse.

Wandering through the crowd and at the edge of the construction sight, big blue eyes of the Warden would skim round to see if there were any familiar faces.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Jaxton nodded as the spacer made his assessment.

"I'm no miracle worker, but I plan on making that as little of a problem as possible. We should be able to extend some of the Ardan patrols over this way and cover Bayan pretty easily. Helps protect the Selab wanting to meet here and allows us to protect the Bayans from being assimilated into modern civilization by the Republic or the CIS." He said, giving a small explanation of his actions. If Jorus was as sharp as he'd heard he'd have recognized the implications once Jaxton said 'patrols' or even 'extend', but there was no harm in elaborating.

"Hopefully another addition to what we can call Free Space."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

Kal ambled along through the workers until he saw the small woman. With a smile he saw her satchel and began walking toward her. He was not trained in the force half as well as he was at other things, and one of those things was pick pocketing, or in this case planting (no pun intended.) He walked close palming the small datacard with the coordinates of Roon and the way to navigate the Cloak of the Sith. Carefully he bumped her, dropped the datacard into her satchel and began moving away to tell the Site forman he had brought tools from the Mandalorians.

"Oh Excuse me miss." he had said as he moved away from the girl. and begun looking for Je'gan.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

A warm smile would grace Nohemi’s lips as she would consider the request. A few names came to mind; Jyei, Maryri, Quesi, and Versae. The twins.

Her black gaze would wander briefly over the isolated area, wandering over beyond Je’gan’s illusionary barrier. It would suit their needs of isolation, and with it they would be able to provide a token of the same aide that the Sanctum had offered to the Order of the White Current.

“There are a number that would take up that offer.” it would be a good place to start a new home for those who would rather have a higher degree of isolation than that of the planet the majority of the Order now called home.

“I shall send word for those who are interested to travel here.” she would relay. That would only increase the protection of the Order of Selab as well as any Sanctum members who would be part of the neutral ground.

“What are you plans beyond this, Master Olra’en? With the Order of Selab?” she would ask, wondering. “Any word on the galaxy at large?” being so far away from the Core Worlds, word of what was happening was slow to travel to their area of sanctuary.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Kalizka"] [member="Seydon of Arda"]

Only a slight shuffle of weight would prompt a curious frown from Chloe, only to smile in passing at a Neti in greeting. She had no reason to believe any would steal from her, much the less, pick plant anything in her satchel. It would be a wonderful discovery once she went digging into her items.

It wouldn’t be long before she came across an unfamiliar man who stood in front of an astromech droid. Amusement would litter her blue eyes as he fretted over his smudged menu on the transparasteel.

“Hey little guy,” she would say in greeting, although if she meant it to the droid or the man.. well that was up to humorous debate.

 

[Talia]

The graphite pill box would contain a single artifact. One that Talia had been staring at for hours on end during the flight to Bayan. They still had quite of time left before they would arrive, so Talia decided to take as much time as she could to study the singular object that still profusely confused her.

The Dark Harvest artifact recovered on Elrood.

The very same artifact that had granted Sarge, a Force Dead being, Force sensitivity. Such an ability had not been heard of before, and it stirred her curiosity to no end. Simply by touching it, the void that had once been Sarge had suddenly become a beacon in the Force.

How did it work? Would it store Force potential and then hand it out? Where would it get the ability?

She’d not touched the object herself, but as a researcher, she knew that eventually that would need to be done. So far, she had only found various fragments from the databases of the Andromeda.

And to be frank, she wasn’t even sure if this would be a more recently crafted object either. Perhaps the other members of the Order of Selab would have insight.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

The tell-screen was some stubborn, clear polymer that refused to easily clean. Seydon cursed softly for a beat under his breath, rolling a sleeve-cuff up beneath his wrist and palm, studiously wiping down the display slate. The astromech quietly endured the process, swiveling its cap head left or right with timid adjustment.

|||||||||||Barter:
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||and use of Force-imbued blades
||||||||cron on the seven lightsabre forms
Velok's imperfect ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Blueprints of ||||||||||||||||||


Seydon pinched a corner on the display slate, steadying, wiping it down raggedly.



|||||||||||Farter:
/////////Put the swag back in Sith///////////////////
||||||||cron on how I hate my fath//////////////////////////
//////////ok's perfect cookbook gui|||||||||||||||||||
Blueprints of ||||||||||||||||||Yo Momma


The Dunaan blinked. The smudging had worsened, frosting the glass-plate close to near indecipherable. He hooked up his cuff higher off his wrist and wiped it down again.



////////////Ripoff Collection Plate:
///////////////Tedious Inevitability/////////////
//////////Pol Pot Machete Maintenance Guide///////////////
//////////The Darkest Part of Trent's Ass//////////////////
////////Gilbert//////Love Affair//////By Report////////


Now he was wholly certain some unseen pixie of utter mischief was amusing itself with the witcher's growing mood of consternation. Leaning, he drew in air and breathed a film of fog over the class, rubbing down the smudge-marks once more.


//////////Touch me where I like it, Seydon////////


"Come on!" Seydon hissed, scouring the display-glass with a bristling piece of rag fished from a belt-mounted pouch. Now, seemingly, the Aurebesh characters glowed with a cleared back-tint, showcasing the bartering message in its whole.



For Barter:
Jedi Order datacron on the construction and use of Force-imbued blades
Jedi Order datacron on the seven lightsabre forms
Velok's imperfect datacron copy of the Sar Agorn Jedi holocron
Blueprints of the Hammerhead



[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Kalizka"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
"Levantine Free Space is as good a cause and a flag as any." That amused him, the idea of the Levantines having a flag or an icon at all. "If that's the setup that ends up happening, who knows." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder as if pointing behind him. "Way over yonder is Confederate space, and those're some worlds that could use a little liberty. Might even be inclined to sway in the free space direction."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Seydon of Arda"]

The astromech trembled gently as Seydon refurbished the label on its cranial display case. Once the silver-haired quasi-lad had adjusted the label to his satisfaction, the astromech gave a piteous bleat and turned a small circle. It knew of no other way to convince a humanoid to barter than by rapidly adjusting the angle of refraction. Sunlight went all prismatic off the datacrons. When [member="Chloe Blake"] added her greetings, it practically shivered on its bolts. Acknowledgement!