Private Silver Wine

[Saraya Arenais]

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T A G | Diavona Vammor - Prennis Keeoli - Lliara Daeva - Valen Arenais - Cadere - Sakadi Marathi Sinvala - Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri
L O C A T I ON | Kashyyyk, The Silver Rest
W E A R I N G | {x} [Hidden] - {x}

The tall white spires of Silver Rest stretched up eagerly to meet the clear blue skies above. A fair wind drifted through the tall pines, making the canopy look like a lazy river rippling across the surface of Kashyyyk. Saraya’s emerald gaze peered from the viewport watching the tops of each individual tree zip past as they made their way toward the temple. The diplomatic meeting the small company was about to embark upon had weighed heavily on her mind for the duration of their journey. There were many important tasks to accomplish, and only a single day to do it all in.

At least she boasted a vague familiarity with Silver Rest. Her father’s aversion to her uncle meant he had steered far clear of anything to do with Jedi, but her mother had taken her once. To watch a display some of the knights had put on as part of a celebration. The grandiose buildings had been decorated back then, in fantastic shades of ocean blue streaming from spire to spire. She recalled the intense feeling of joy, happiness, and peace. It had been rather magical, at the time. Yet, knowing now that it had been an effect of the light force they trained in, the naïve rose-tinted glasses of childhood had been shattered.

Saraya, however, did not mind in the slightest. Though she had not been looking for it, she had found something far better.

Adron Malvern was her blessing and her curse, and she loved both parts of him immeasurably. In one single night, one single dance, he had opened her eyes to emotion far stronger than what the Jedi had demonstrated that day. In one single night, she had turned her back completely on the intrinsic connection to the light side embedded in her family. She had done so willingly. Eagerly. Desperately. To rule a realm of darkness by his side was her greatest desire. Everything she had done was in an attempt to achieve it, and today was no different. Except for one thing.

Saraya shuffled in her seat, the cold amulet pressed uncomfortably against her skin beneath her dress. It was a strange sensation. Like wearing it had chewed a hole in the pit of her soul where her connection to the force had been, leaving behind a husk that was as empty and hollow as the shell it was made from. Her aversion to it had been quelled quickly. Greatly in part to the fact that Adron had deemed it necessary, but Saraya was aware of far more than that. It was vital that, to all eyes, she was still tied to the light side reputation the name Arenais carried. So, regardless of her distaste for it, its presence played an important part in what was to come.

As the ship began to make its descent, Saraya finally drew her gaze from the viewport to the three women she travelled with. Like the amulet she wore, they all had their part to play, each as paramount as the next. To lose one would be to lose it all.

Drawing to a stop in front of the temple entrance, Saraya felt the tell-tale pressure on the belt around her waist. Before it could come to a complete stop, she had unbuckled herself and risen from her seat. The shuttle doors parted, flooding the cabin with rays of bright sunlight. They were a welcome sight to Saraya as she stepped from its depths. The journey from Illyria to Kashyyyk was nothing to laugh at. The fresh air lapping at the edges of her dress was a refreshing sensation, but she did not linger in it.

There was business to attend to.

 

[Darth Ahriman]

Location: The Silver Rest
Wearing: Jedi Apparel
Silvers: Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri
Guests: Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Lliara Daeva
Background (OOC Brief).

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Becoming a Jedi wasn't a particularly easy road to take, and for most juvenile entrants, this meant some form of separation from family or their former lives at an age where one might be considered more vulnerable than their senior peers. For Valen this wasn't quite the case, as despite his desires, any recollection of his past was well out of his hands, so to speak.

He didn't recall who he was before the incident on Arcadia, only that he had been a slave to some very nasty people and they had been none too kind to him for however long he had been there. Those days had been a blur, almost as though blended into one long strenuous memory of pain that he found more ease in ignoring, than anything.

The first six months he had spent basically isolated from the rest of the Silver Rest, cared for by a handful of medical-trained Jedi as well as Master Amaly Naetre before she had been stationed at another branch of the Order, then from there Caedyn Arenais had resumed their weekly sessions, talking and trying to work through some of what the Jedi Knight called 'bottled trauma'.

Caedyn had been very nice, and given that it was he and his Padawan who had found and brought Valen to the Silver Rest, it was easier to trust and confide in him more than most. Perhaps it was his reassurance that had led to Valen choosing to remain with the Order and joining the other Padawan in regular lessons, trying to discover who he was in himself and within the Force's greater plan for him. If it had one.

Today was not unlike most other days where he had free-time. The young man having found a corner in the Archives, keeping to himself and burying his mind into that of a data chip slotted into his datapad with all sorts of reading: The subject being Arcadia-N-30 itself.

According to Caedyn, there had been nothing to tie him to whatever past he had, back on the planet...-But there was a dying urge...-No, a need to discover who he was meant to be and what he meant in the greater swell of things...-It was a need he couldn't shake and so at every available opportunity, he sought reading material dancing from thought after thought, question after question, getting no where along the way.

 

[Lliara Daeva]

Mood: Buoyant
Outfit: Regal Green
Equipment: Outfit, Belt, Data Pad, Comlink, Secrets

Laughter. Lliara could have talked the ear off a gundark. Seemingly that's precisely what the Mirialan sought to do as conversation with another passenger on board had gone on for...well, quite some time. The medical field was quite broad, after all, and the galaxy was full of interesting creatures. Not to mention the green woman had a very prolific life in the Sciences, not that she was apt to confess just how prolific. Speaking on such a topic had certainly helped pass the time. Better than idly staring out a viewport or some other equally hopeless romantic notion about space travel.

If people experienced just what they were scant inches away from first hand they would be less likely to treat traveling among the stars so lightly.

Both arms lifted high over head after she'd bid farewell to her conversation partner. A deep breath was drawn in and released to expel the tension from being cooped up so long. "Ah, Kashyyyk." Her golden eyes roamed about the landscape of Silver Rest. If you ever crashed on this planet while you were asleep you could always identify where you were by the towering trees with the girth outmatching most modern architecture. Which was handy because then such a person could make peace before the wild beasts devoured them.

Not Lliara, of course, but someone less resourceful.

"I do hope there'll be time to converse with some of the healers here." The Mirialan patted her waist where the data pad hung. "I'm terribly excited to help in this venture, but contracts, accounts, and credits aren't half as intellectually stimulating." She craned her head around with a smile tugging on one corner of her lips to see if anyone else in the group agreed. Not that she needed their affirmation, but it would restore the faintest bit of hope in sentient lifeforms if they concurred.

With the place full of Jedi they'd undoubtedly detect Lliara's presence in the Force. Thing was you didn't have to become a reclusive hermit because you felt drawn to a 'Higher Power.' Plenty of people like herself could live normal, productive lives and still call upon the Universe to kneel when needed. And that was just her cover.

You know what they said, the best lie was one often one indistinguishable from the truth.

Though anyone too curious about their guest would find the mental maze within a most challenging obstacle to discretely probing her intentions. Lliara, of course, would feel no pity for their inability to see the danger lurking before their very eyes. It was more fun that way -- life, that is. The Jedi didn't agree, but then they didn't agree about a lot of things. Especially when it came to Lliara's lifestyle.

Tag: Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Valen Arenais | Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri

 

[Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri]

Kuxirra, as usual, leapt from branch to branch above and around the Silver Rest. She stopped when she saw the ship land, and hung back as she watched.

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

"You're overreaching. Don't lean in." The Rodian youngling immediately shifted, covering his mistakes and putting the other youngling on his back foot. The class she was teaching had a few particularly gifted individuals, and their rapid advancements in lightsaber combat were a sight to behold. "Control his central line Joran. Don't allow him to utilize his advantage." Her telepathic message was aimed at the other youngling, who danced away from the Rodian's blade. The others were watching their duel. Some silently, others with audible gasps now and then. The latter was to be expected, given that she had pitted the two best duelists of their class against each other.

"Stay grounded Mali." She commented as the Rodian brought his leg up to deliver a kick. Sakadi saw his mistake way before he himself did. The other youngling, Joran, went low. He planted one hand on the ground, and performed a leg sweep that dropped the Rodian. Sakadi, smiled, clapping twice to signal that their sparring session was over.

"You've both done well." Her thoughts washed over the group of younglings, making the mental voice audible for everyone in their class. "Can anyone point out what went wrong?" She asked, her gaze shifting over the many younglings surrounding the circular wooden duelling ring. One raised her hand. "Mali tried to unbalance Joran, but had not created an opening Master Sinvala." Sakadi nodded. "Exactly. Study the lightsaber sequences, but don't let them blindly glad your actions. The true battle takes place up here." She tapped against her temple. "Is that understood?" In unison, the younglings spoke up. "Yes Master Sinvala." If this was the next generation, perhaps she wouldn't have to worry after all. "Class dismissed."

Sakadi folded her arms, watching them leave in small groups. It was refreshing to be at Silver Rest. She had spent the last few months travelling between Commenor and well, almost every planet that required the Assembly's attention. It was tiresome, but rewarding in the end.

And yet there came no end to her troubles. She felt it through the Force before she saw it. A shuttle, but not the standard model utilised by the Jedi Order. And on it…

Sakadi reached out. She felt no disturbance in the Force but the patterns she usually felt, felt off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Frustrating, considering her expertise in the sensory and mind-affecting applications of the Force. At least it was worth checking out. If not of her own curiosity, than on behalf of the Silver Assembly. Enough reasons for the Sephi to make her way toward the landing platforms.

Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Lliara Daeva | Saraya Arenais | Valen Arenais | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri | Cadere​

 

[Cadere]

Locked in his quarters, Cas was lying down in bed with his arms relaxed under his head and headphones rested over his ears. The young Jedi had no assignments at the moment and decided to take the time to relax before going to the courtyard to train. This new music group Sam had put him on and that Cas was currently listening to: Jas-Per, were pretty good surprisingly. Although, they didn't compare to the Max Rebo Band or those dudes who did the "Sugaan Essena" song.

Cas spent the next half an hour relaxing and bopping his head to his playlist, eventually removing his headset and sitting up in his bed. Stretching his arms wide, Cas slid out of bed and began to dress himself in his usual attire before making his way out of his quarters. Strolling through the halls of Silver Rest, Cas expected the day to be as mundane as a day could be... and, as if the universe heard his thoughts, the Jedi Knight felt his hairs on his right arm raise - there'd been a shift within the Force, implicated in the apparent loss of electrons in his hair.

His left eyebrow raised and his brown eyes narrowed, has a shift in the Force on Silver Rest ever been a good thing? Weird. The Kiffar garnered it'd be best to see what was going on and as a Jedi Master was passing by, Cas pivoted it and reached for her attention. "Hey, what was that? Is something happening today... or do I need to lay off midnight sodas?" the Master met Cas with a puzzled look, his humor clearly flying over her head, eventually she answered his question "Some sort of diplomatic meeting is supposed to be today. I wouldn't worry about it." the Togruta concluded with a shrug before bowing and continuing on her way.

After bowing in return, Cas turned his head into the direction of the landing platform. It seemed... at this moment in time, his curiosity and desire to sate it outweighed his desire to swing his lightaber around for a few hours. Resting his hands on the back of his head, the Jedi Knight began his trek over to the landing platforms all the while whistling a melodic tune.

Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Valen Arenais | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri | Lliara Daeva

 

[Diavona Vammor]

Location: Kashyyyk, the Silver Rest
Attire: [xXx]
Tags: | Saraya Arenais | Prennis Keeoli | Lliara Daeva | Valen Arenais | Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri |

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It had been quite some time since Diavona had stepped foot onto Kashyyyk. Her reasoning at the time had also been business, but it had not been business such as what was being conducted in the here and now. No, her trip before had been for a solitary contractor; someone who had been looking for someone else, and had needed all of the information humanly (and not humanly) possible on this target. Naturally, Dia had delivered with flying colors, and she had done as such without having to threaten or coerce anyone in any undesirable ways.

But, that was all in the past now, and as the the transport she was seated within began its descent, Diavona pulled herself from her reverie. Almost instantaneously her mind switched gears from past thoughts to present tasks at hand. There was a new job to be done, something that required her area of expertise, though to be fully honest the blonde still wasn't quite sure as to why. It had not been abundantly clear just what would be needed of Dia here, but considering what she did for a living, she was quite certain it would not take long for her to figure out.

There was also the fact that this was not a solo job...not exactly something she was used to doing either. Still, she would adapt, as she always did.

Once she was able, the lap belt holding her to her seat was unfastened and Diavona stood. Her frame stretched languidly, to the tips of her toes with her fingers stretched upwards towards the ceiling of the confining craft, though once her body felt at least partially right again she made way towards the entry way and the ramp extended.

While she had not become overly familiar with the Queen-to-be, Dia had at least reached a point where she felt as if she could speak freely. Especially considering they were here on a job, and not on some political matter. "I think perhaps that trip should count towards hazard pay." she stated, her tone lilting with it's typical teasing air. The journey hadn't been dangerous after all, just...uncomfortably long. "Shall we?" she looked to the others, though did not make a move herself just yet. She was here to follow instruction after all, not freelance.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

T A G S | Lliara Daeva - Prennis Keeoli - Diavona Vammor - Valen Arenais - Sakadi Marathi Sinvala - Cadere - Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri
L O C A T I O N | Kashyyyk, The Silver Rest
W E A R I N G | {x} [Hidden] - {x}

Joined by the three women who had travelled with her shortly after, Saraya turned her gaze to the first. She was a rather exuberant woman with a taste for socialising. Thus far on their little trip, Saraya liked her very much. The young Queen-to-be shot her a smile as she replied. “There will be plenty of time for everything, I hope, but I believe a tour is in order first?” Saraya motioned toward the doors of the temple, for the group to head toward. “It’s been an age since I had the time to visit Silver Rest.”

When Diavona spoke, a woman of renowned beauty and silent expertise, Saraya nodded. The women were far from friends yet, but they were comfortable enough not to shield their true feelings from one another now. Regardless, there was little reason to deny that the length of the trip had left them with little but sore muscles and lethargy. “I can’t promise hazard pay but I can promise a relaxing trip to Ord Cantrell when we’re finished.” Saraya shot her a knowing smirk. “I could use a spa day or two before the journey back.” Saraya began to guide the group from the landing pad into the belly of the temple, where their work could finally begin.

Before they could make it past the doors, they were met by someone Saraya could only assume was a Master. She was rather breathtaking to look at. Lavender skin with eyes to match, and a head full of hair that mirrored moonlight on a cloudless night. The young royal offered the Sephi a warm smile that curled the corners of her painted lips up. In truth, she wasn’t entirely sure who was meant to be meeting them. There was someone else in the distance who appeared to be walking toward them, but considering the Sephi was already here…

“Good morning.” Her confident, honied tone greeted her politely. “My name is Saraya Arenais." She refrained from official titles. After all, their reason for being here was intended to be a charitable one. The situation did not call for them. "These are my companions, Diavona Vamour, Lliara Daeva and Prennis Keeoli.” She motioned to each woman in turn, before focusing her attention back to the Sephi. “I believe we’re expected?”

 

[Lliara Daeva]

Mood: Mischievous
Outfit: Regal Green
Equipment: Outfit, Belt, Data Pad, Comlink, Secrets

Lliara regarded Adron Malvern's choice in mate as the woman moved to take the lead. The former Exarch was known to the Mirialan long before this little visit. Seemed there'd been a chance in consort of late, however, which left Lliara lacking detailed information on Saraya. Not that she'd ever tried intruding upon Illyria's business. The planet had always been too far into the fringes for that. Still, despite the loss in immediate influence, Lliara wondered if the Malverns might not be suitable partners in certain ventures. After all, Adron was one of the naughty ones.

"Never had the pleasure as a guest," she replied to Saraya's remark of her time away from the Rest.

With the expedition's leader at the fore, the Mirialan followed her to the entrance with a smile. Many people rambled on about being in front with all manner of colorful analogies about why it was important to do so. Lliara, however, didn't see the allure. Putting your neck out there was begging for it to be chopped off, and with so many watchful eyes could you ever feel free to do is you desired? No. She much rather pull the strings of the shadows.

As for the other women present, both were of a feather. One being elusive and the other a healer. To think Lliara would be surrounded with such delightful company. Perhaps she shouldn't rule out Illyria as a source of information or resources. It might do to garner favor while their influence was meager -- an investment to the future.

When they stopped to declare themselves, the Mirialan's smile grew. Hello, Jedi, she thought, do you remember me? I remember you. Shame they hadn't seen her face in that rather...invigorating plunder of their archaeological dig. And seeing how her Inquisitior's Outfit would only have scared the poor things they hadn't even that to connect the dots.

"Please," the green woman lifted her hand breast-level, "if there has been any miscommunication, check for our appointment. I am terrified if you confess not knowing of our purpose. My companion," her golden eyes slid aside to regard Diavona with amusement, "might go mad with the thought of being sent back home so soon. It was a very long flight."

Tag: Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Valen Arenais | Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri

 

[Darth Ahriman]

Location: The Silver Rest
Wearing: Jedi Apparel
Silvers: Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri
Guests: Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Lliara Daeva
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Like most things to do with the adults within the Silver Rest, Valen was pretty much in the dark. The young man's days were spend roaming from one lesson to the next and keeping to himself whenever possible.

Naturally, there were some classes that encouraged group-work and activities, to which he was pressured into most uncomfortably, but if he wanted to learn then he had no choice but to commit and to contribute unless he risk being told to leave.

Whatever seemed to be going on up ahead of him caught his attention however, a small group of what he could only assume were Guests had arrived and were being greeted near the entrance to the Silver Jedi Temple, standing between himself and the out-doors for which he planned to wander and waste time thinking about the many things he didn't, yet wished to know. About himself. About the Force. About the greater Galaxy...

These newcomers seemed to be a little concerned, Valen could tell by the sound of their voices, hearing words like miscommunication, long flights, and someone going mad about their appointment?

The conversation caused the lad to slow in his pace, moving over to the side of the great hall and pretending to busy himself with his datapad, while keeping a not so subtle eye on the group and wondering what part of the Galaxy they might have come from. His imagination leading him elsewhere entirely.

 

[Cadere]

The Jedi Knight had whistled, like, a gazillion tunes by the time he'd finally arrived at the landing platform. Just ahead of him stood some women he'd never seen before (as far as memory served) and a grin slowly crept on the ends of Cas' lips. However, at the sight of the last, the familiar lavendar skin and petite frame of a certain Jedi Master quickly killed his mischevious smile. It's like the Force was in on a practical joke regarding him and Sakadi, the two were on... better terms now but things weren't 100% as they were, and probably wouldn't be again. Regardless, Sakadi wasn't someone he wanted to see today but he'd remain civil.

His shoulders raised as he took a deep breath, then lowered as he exhaled before approaching the group of women. Throwing an arm around the Sephi's slender shoulders, playing nice, he shot her a playful smile "Hey, friends of yours? I didn't even know you had friends." before she could even react Cas quickly interjected "Relax! I'm kidding."

Cas then turned his attention to the women in front of him, his features immediately softened and his smile broadened comparable to that of a... hormonal teenager. The woman with the dark hair and freckles would, unfortunately, receive the most attention from Cas. The young Jedi Knight being unable to deny how gorgeous she was immediately shot his shot "I'm Cas, Silver Rest's most eligible bachelor as well as its prettiest." before flashing her a wink. It was like she was made in a lab. So much so that Cas temporarily theorised if she was some kind of Strand-Cast. Turning his attention to the other guests, getting a weird vibe from them Cas nonetheless waved at them slightly with his free arm. His brown gaze quickly locked onto the Mirialan that looked like as mischievious as he did.

She looked... strangely familiar but his memory couldn't exactly put the metaphorical finger on it "Hey, you've got one of those faces..." addressing the well-dressed Mirialan with an inquisitive look "...Feels like we've met before." he ultimately shrugged it off, Cas had met a lot of people in his 'line of work', at some point all these faces blend together and made you think you recognised someone. "So, like, am I underdressed or are they overdressed for... whatever this is?" Cas mentally projected to Sakadi, although his gaze remained on the visitors as to not arouse suspicion.

Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Valen Arenais | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri | Lliara Daeva

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Sakadi calmly strode toward the four individuals who she assumed to be guests, signalling to one of the protocol droids who looked unoccupied. The droids were programmed to welcome guests and translate wherever needed. And while these guests struck her as people who knew galactic basic, she doubted they knew sign language.

The protocol droid watched Sakadi's swift and graceful series of hand gestures before it spoke up. "Master Sinvala welcomes you to Silver Rest, Saraya Arenais, Diavona Vamour, Lliara Daeva and Prennis Keeoli." The droid began, turning to the four women to convey Sakadi's message. She disliked using protocol droids, but it was better than the alternative. Communing through the Force was often seen as invasion of one's privacy after all.

She then turned to the smirking Mirialan. The woman introduced as Lliara Daeva. Her voice and signature in the Force were vaguely familiar, but brought back no memories. Perhaps she just reminded her of someone else.

Sakadi raised an eyebrow. "I deeply apologise, but I must indeed confess that I had no prior knowledge of your visit." She gestured. The droid translated. "You must have had an appointment with Master Ammon Rane . I regret to inform you that he left for the frontier yesterday on an emergency mission." More and more knights and masters moved to Wild Space every day. While the Bryn were dormant, there came no end to the chaos they had created. Most notably the refugee crisis.

A warm smile washed over Sakadi's features."But rest assured. We will not send you home over this miscommunication." Before she could continue, however, a familiar face appeared next to her. One that really forced her to focus on her Jedi training.

As he spoke, she immediately shot out a telepathic message to him alone. "Cas. Manners." She wasn't exactly amused by his attempt to flirt. Gently, she pushed his arm off her slender shoulders. "We are at your service. And apologies for his behaviour." The droid continued on her behalf.

"Yes Cas. You are most definitely underdressed."

Saraya Arenais | Diavona Vammor | Prennis Keeoli | Valen Arenais | Cadere | Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri | Lliara Daeva​