Seeds to Sow [TJA]

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Loxa Visl"] | [member="Micah Talith"]

Ah.

Well.

This had been unexpected.

For a few moments he stood in place, his gaze shifting slightly. He remembered the womans name of course, Loxa Visl. She had been a steward of Moross, loyal until the end and beyond it seemed. His lips thinned for a few moments and he looked to his son. There was an odd look that passed between them, one that told of curiosity.

Where had she come from?

They were a very long way away from the worlds of Moross, and even longer away from anywhere that he had known Loxa to travel. For a few moments he waited, pondered, then after half a second he motioned to Micah to stand at his side. “Rise.”

A step forward and he moved towards the woman, his posture stiffer than before, his face more serene then the annoyed anger that had floated across it earlier.

 

[Micah Talith]

Now that was something you didn’t see everyday.

Micah was not disappointed, although he did feel the press of shame at leading the woman to his father after she prostrated herself so. Not exactly how he figured things would go, and granted, it had been a long shot. But imagining and seeing the results of it come to play were two entirely different things.

His dad would motion to stand beside him, so he did so. Sand and gravel would nary utter a sound at his light steps, a testament to how he was growing in skill at utilizing both his smidgen of Garhan legacy and rogue skills to move as soundlessly as possible.

“She said she has a message for the Jedi.” he told his father, aware that the location for the Jedi Academy Temple on Yavin 4 was a heavily guarded secret. Simply bringing anyone who would ask to see the Jedi without alerting the proper channels was a no no. But his dad would know what to do.

At the very least, since it appeared he knew the woman, then maybe he could take it from here.

Besides... so this is what happens when someone believes you to be a God?

[member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Blackthorne]

Rise.

It was a command that was obeyed with due haste, if not without some measure of fluid grace. The robed Priestess quietly hoisted herself back to her feet with the use of her staff and gave a short nod to the boy's words.

"It is true that I seek the Jedi, but it is not for me. I have message for the Jedi from someone who needs their help. It is important that this message only the Jedi see, for the safety of this one."

[member="Micah Talith"]
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“I see.” Said the false god, his words holding a strange regal bearing that would not be familiar to Micah.

For a moment he considered. Someone who needed the help of the Jedi? His lips thinned. There were not many in the galaxy that would use the services of the Moross Priestess, not many in the galaxy who knew them to be as reliable as they were.

“Who asked you to deliver this message?” The question was perhaps one that Loxa wouldn't want to answer, but it mattered. “I'll see that it is delivered.”

He did know a Jedi or two after all.

[member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Loxa Visl"]

It was a curious thing, watching the interaction between the Moross Crusade Priestess and his father. Micah would remain quietly at Soliael's side, luminous copper eyes sliding to and fro with each phrase and question. There was dignified manner to his father's stance, to the subtle gestures of his body and nuances that ran over his rugged features.

Distinguished, one might say. Regal. It would remind him of the rare times he caught his father acting stately, as if he belonged to some court. Which, ironically, he did to a degree. By all accounts his great-great Oma is the Queen of Kuat, so when one is born to privilege it comes with certain expectations. However, that was not how his father normally acted around his mother and his sisters. He was warmer, more welcoming. Open.

However, the more his father would talk, the more Micah would come to the realization that it wasn't just a regal bearing that his father was emanating.

Is this how a False God acts?

Copper eyes would dart from his father over to the Priestess, appraising the lithe willowy figure of the woman for any hint of emotion or intent with Soliael's question and offer. Would she tell him despite the necessity to only discuss with the Jedi?

How far would the belief that his father was a God hold over another?

 

[Blackthorne]

"Asante, Aesir," the Priestess offered another short bow and a momentary lapse of response as she considered her next words very carefully, "this one was tasked to deliver the message personally."

It was not something she was entirely comfortable doing - going against the words of her own Aesir - but it was part of what made the woman so trustworthy to do a job. Her word was her bond and seal of respect, especially as the once-Steward of the Moross Crusade.

"It comes from one known as Matron."

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
[member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Micah Talith"]

Matron?

Soliael had only met one woman in the entire galaxy that he would call a Matron, but then again that didn't really mean that it was her, in fact the idea of it being her was rather laughable. He smiled however, looking down at the woman and stiffening slightly. His eyes wandered over to his son, as if trying to communicate one point to him. Stay quiet, please.

“Very well.” Soliael said. “Let's find you a Jedi.”

His eyes folded closed.

This wasn't hard, at least not for him.

The ring at his side would slide around his index, it would move, and a pulse would pull through it. It was an emotion, a strong feeling of a pull. Not panic, not anger or hurt, or even worry, but a simple and immediate need.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Loxa Visl"]

The message was loud and clear, even if he didn't say it or use the more obvious expression. That's when life with their mother came into play, the ability to use Lorrdian kinetic communication to silently relay what was in each other's mind. The experience alone between the Steward of Moross and his father was well worth his silence, and he now had a few more things answered, but also more questions.

Something he'd have to discuss with his father later on.

Briefly, the teenager would pan back to the woman. He was curious about her. How did she live? How was her experience with Moross? What could she tell him about his father? His aunt or his uncle? However, those were questions he knew he couldn't blatantly ask. That was crossing a line he knew he shouldn't. Playing with a fire that would lash back.

One didn't mess with what another considered to be their faith. Maybe that was something else he could talk to his father or his aunt about later. Either way, it looks like his father was going to summon a Jedi.

Amusement would return within the bright suns of his eyes.

His mother should be around here somewhere. Okay, now it was really going to get interesting.

--

 

[Kira Talith]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Loxa Visl"]

It always felt like a tickle.

Kinda like having someone take a lock of your hair and start to lightly trace it over the curve of her neck or the ridge of her collar bone. Definitely odd. Hah, okay, very odd. But nice. Like butterfly kisses, a brush of longing that would float up her spine and give her those chills that make the toes curl.

That's how it felt whenever Soliael would use the ring to get her attention.

That's how Kira Talith, nee Talith, Jedi Master of the Order and professor of the Jedi Academy found herself with that light rush of goosebumps down her arms. With that slight ticklish hair raise at the nape of her neck.

"Master?" the voice from a small youngling by the name of Eara Vys drew the Lorrdian from her reverie.

"Hmm?" blinking, Kira would refocus on the petite stature of the Ikotoch girl. Her lips warmed into a smile.

"Like this?" Eara asked, her small hands extended out in front of her as she practiced a Protection Bubble.

"You got it kiddo," Kira told her with a wink, moving to rub her thin shoulder in encouragement. Flicking her gaze up, she would look for Carar, the Jedi Knight assisting her for today's classes. She spotted the Cathar male, waving him over with a grin.

"Okay, Carar will take over the lesson for today," she told the small party of six younglings standing in a line, practicing manifesting that shimmering energy shield that would provide them a first level of automatic defense. A questioning perk of eyebrows came her way.

"I'll be back soon!" she promised, giving a cheeky grin. Her hands came together in a teasing gesture, "Don't rat me out to the rest of the professors!" came the quip, already walking backwards towards the grand hallway.

A roll of yellow eyes and a wave off was her only reply.

 

[Blackthorne]

Ever the quiet sort, as [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] had come to know, Loxa waited with no further words to speak for this Jedi to arrive. Though it was curious to her how this young boy had come to know the Aesir it was no more strange to her than any other child of the Crusade being taken under the wing of an Aesir. Perhaps not so common before, though it had happened on more than one occasion.

Young hopefuls blessed by the Gods with powers unrefined. This boy ... was he a follower? Only time would tell.

[member="Micah Talith"]

 

[Micah Talith]

Micah was full of questions, and it was clear he was doing his best to not start overwhelming Loxa with them. He took everything in, they way she stood, her ever reverent posture, the low but firm sound of her voice during the few times she had spoken to his father. The Steward of Moross was a curious enigma to the Talith, and while his quirt study was inquisitive, It was by no means intended to be probing. Piqued interest shone on Micah's face, one much like Soliael's own when beheld with a new subject of interest. Had his mother stumbled upon them at that moment, it would be a familiar expression. The same she had awoken to on Exocron long ago.

However, it was about another few minutes before Kira would make her appearance. In that time Micah would swing his attention to his father, and a soundless series of questions in Kinetic Communication would begin. Soliael, having learned the language from his wife, would understand the depth of his son's curiosity, but there was a time and a place.

What answers he may have given would be cast to the wind as the sound of an approaching speeder would draw the trios attention. There, dressed in drab jungle blending clothing, a helmet, and goggles a bit large on her small face came zipping in. Kira may not be able to fold space like her husband, but she could narrow down on his location after nearly two decades of being together and the bond the ring gave them.

The engine would purr to a dying whine as the petite master would come to a nearby halt. She wore a friendly but curious smile, kicking back the safety on the speeder as she shut off the engine.

"Hey there kiddo," she began, and one would assume rightly so she meant that for Micah. She didn't expect him to be here. Those wide speeder googles panned from her son to Loxa, then swung to Sol with a wondering expression. Gloved hands went to slide the googles away from her face, revealing a cheerful Kira with bright blue eyes.

"Well hello there."



[member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Blackthorne]

"Greetings," Loxa replied, maintaining her level, unhurried tone. Whether or not this woman's arrival had been orchestrated beyond knowledge and sight of those in attendance by the Aesir was only something the Priestess could wonder at and be awed by. It was too direct, too soon not to be a play of the Divines. Given no differing indication, she offered [member="Kira Talith"] a slow, short bow, "this one is honored to meet a true Jedi. A message for you and your order this one has of great importance."

From the folds of her robes she produced a small, tightly rolled parchment tied by black string and kept by a wax seal. The stamp was nothing more than a simple M.

To the Jedi of the Galactic Jedi Academy:

I have in my possession a group of bafforr trees and the last stores of bafforr pollen salvaged from the Republic's nurseries planted in secret over seven years ago. It is of utmost importance that these things be redistributed to worthy homes within the next 12 day cycle. Discreetly. Their whereabouts and even existence must remain a secret lest they be discovered and the offending people punished for their misgivings.

My messenger holds the only knowledge to these locations. If you do not retrieve them before the 13th day they will be destroyed forever.

Signed,
Matron

 

[Kira Talith]

[member="Loxa Visl"]

Talk about making one fall over with a push of a feather.

One could see the growing confusion turn into surprise and then into amazement. Lowering the parchment, Kira would set her blue eyes upon the Steward of Moross. Then back to the parchment. Her eyes went flicking over to Sol and then finally back to Loxa.

She gave a quick nod, her expression turning serious.

"I will need to go to the Headmaster with this." Kira finally said, giving a warm and grateful smile to Loxa. "Thank you for delivering the missive." There were things to do, and the aura of purpose could be seen emanating from the petite woman. Curiosity would spark in Micah's eyes, and the teenager would give a slight frown. Something was happening. But what?

"Please, follow me. "

From there, the Jedi Master would guide the small group towards the hidden Jedi Temple. Word soon spread to M'ta, the Headmistress of the Jedi Academy. The importance of the contents of the Matron's letter could not wait. They were on a timeline.

 

[Blackthorne]

"Asante, Master Jedi," Loxa gave a respectful bow, gathered her robes and staff and quietly followed after.

To her surprise it was not a far trek to find this elusive hidden Temple - indeed it was hidden very well. The Priestess allowed her golden gaze to wander as with soft footfalls and the deft tamping of her staff she remained at the petite woman's shadow. Through jungle and dense foliage they traveled, the heady weight of the air and the brilliance of forest greens bringing fond memories of Aaris III back to Loxa.

Her home world had not been one of vast jungles like this, but what had grown there held a similar aura of mystery and ancient power. She half expected to stumble across a tribe of witches being ignorant to those that currently lived here.

"This one is grateful for your urgency," she said softly after [member="Kira Talith"] as the summons were made, "danger shadows the lives of many while this secret stands."

 

[Kira Talith]

[member="Loxa Visl"]

"I bet," Soliael and Micah had gone their own way, leaving Kira to be the two credit tour guide for the Steward of Moross. All mental jokes aside, this was indeed quite a seriously matter. While the Jedi Master had a measure of lightheartedness, she knew that something of this magnitude would certainly need to be expedited.

Blue eyes would wander back to the woman. "Your'e from the Old Moross Territories?" she would ask, curious. She spent some time on Exocron with Soliael, but not enough to truly appreciate it and the culture. From the way that the woman had acted around Soliael, she was a true believer. It meant that while Kira was curious, she still had to be careful.

She couldn't say anything that might alarm the Steward; like the fact she was the consort of the False God Neth.

"Thank you, for traveling this far to bring this message." she would add. The path would clear and it would seem as if the jungle had given birth to the Temple. Old weather stone with clinging vines, it stood towering among the verdant flora like an old but cherished ruin. "Do you want anything to drink? To eat?" she could at the very least sate the most immediate of needs prior to a conference with the Jedi Academy's Headmistress.

 

[Blackthorne]

"This one was once a Steward of the Moross Divines," Loxa replied without hesitation, "the voice of every Aesir. A great honor to be. Now this one wanders the stars, following their whispers."

It was not her intent to be mysterious or non-forthcoming. In fact the Priestess divulged more than she might have were Moross still a power to be reckoned with. There was a sense of nostalgia and perhaps the faint touch of sadness for the state within which she found herself. Godless, factionless, walking blind. It was only the distant echos of her Gods voices that kept her moving, roaming.

She gently declined the offer of sustenance. Until her mission was complete she would not afford herself any distractions.

"Who is the one you call Grandmaster?"

[member="Kira Talith"]

 

[Kira Talith]

[member="Loxa Visl"]

"We don't actually have a Grandmaster," Kira began to explain, leading the Steward up the steps and into the temple halls. If anyone wanted to get plenty of exercise, the Yavin Jedi Academy Temple was definitely the place to build up the quads and the gluts. No lunges needed here to get a bottom that could bounce a credit chip off of! There were enough stairs outside and inside to give anyone proper tone under the robes.

"We are not like the Jedi Order or the Silver Jedi; we are an Academy. " she would continue to explain, wandering into a crowded hanger that would lead them beyond towards the upper levels where the training rooms and the conference halls were at. "There is no Jedi Council. We are merely professors here to teach those who desire to learn. " granted, no Dark Jedi nor Sith were allowed.

"Headmistress Eyal M'ti is currently the presiding over this Academy. It is she we will discuss further the contents of the Matron's missive." Curious stares would watch them as they would wander by, greeted by the small flash of a smile from Kira and an occasional 'shoo'.

"Kids.... always curious." she said with a half laugh.

 

[Blackthorne]

No Grandmaster? Loxa offered an inquisitive glance. Was that not the hallmark of most Jedi factions? Perhaps she was not so well informed as she thought. Her life within the galaxy had only truly begun under the reign of Moross and even then she'd never traveled far beyond their influence.

"That is ... most strange," the Priestess offered, "but this one knows little of Jedi. Rare within Moross the Jedi were. Aesir Neth ...disagreed with their way."

Why he had disagreed she could not say but it was not her right nor privileged to know the reasons behind an Aesir's judgement. She watched the children momentarily but paid them little heed, tamping her staff softly at one who ventured too close. Loxa was not a mother nor did she seem to have the instinct for it - likely the result of the unforgiving years of her youth. In Moross the children were tended to by the lower clergy and only in the rare instance of one showing the blessing of the Aesirs did she ever interact with them.

"Your temple reminds this one of home. It is good to remember such things."

[member="Kira Talith"]

 

[Kira Talith]

[member="Loxa Visl"]

"Did he now?" Kira had to make sure she kept her voice neutral, just a token of curiosity in it. She had to thank her Lorrdian ability in order to maintain that. It wasn't because she had the desire to fool the Steward of Moross, but because she knew how delicate things were in regards to what the true believers should know. The Jedi Master couldn't help but wonder just what the believers of Moross would think to discover that Aesir Neth had married a Jedi.

An actively practicing Jedi at that.

"There are several Orders, but this is an academy. An area of learning where the Masters are able to teach. We are not held to a council or a specific doctrine. The core elements of the Jedi philosophy are there, but the focus is on the growth of future generations. There have been too many schisms that do far more harm." a group of younglings would rush past, laughing. "We seek to change that."

Her smile would broaden at the mention of the temple reminding her of home. Exocron she supposed, or one of the nearby planets. "One should always keep those memories close." Up the winding steps they would go, until they would breach the inner sanctum where the vast chambers for the Academy's professors lay.

"Give me a moment," Kira would disclose to her. "Let me first give notice to --"

"Welcome to Yavin, young one." the Neti's voice would drift with a warm welcome, the willowy figure of the Headmistress standing just off to the right. "I have been expecting you."

Kira's eyebrows rose, but then again, that made sense. The Neti was gifted in farsight, and while time was fluid and always in motion, the scattered images given to her by the Force would amount to enough to provide clues.

"Loxa, this is the Headmistress of the Jedi Academy, Master M'ti." Kira would introduce them. Turning towards the Master, she would present to her the parchment scroll.

 

[Blackthorne]

"Asante," Loxa greeted the neti, golden eyes giving away her deep curiosity at the state of their Headmistress before breaking line of sight for a respectable bow.

"With honor," M'ti replied gently as she took the scroll.

"A tree knows Pacean," Loxa said, mildly surprised.

"A tree knows some Pacean," said M'ti in return, smiling faintly before turning her attention to the scroll and reading in silence. After some time M'ti slowly rolled the parchment and considered its contents, smiling fading, "A dangerous task at hand. The darkside's shadow is heavy upon it. Great care must be taken...Master Talith, you will have need of Housemaster Eden."

[member="Kira Talith"]