Faction Social Networking - The Jedi Way

[Caden Evesa]

Kashyyyk.

The planet had for years been the place that the Silver Jedi could come home, the place where the Silver Jedi could feel safe away from the politics and chaos of the political capital of Commenor. The planet of the Wookies had for years housed The Silver Rest, the place where all new Jedi began to train in the arts of the force.

The Silver Rest was forever bustling with activity, Jedi going about their business. Some Jedi were going towards classrooms, others were getting ready to go hiking through the forest. Some were getting their ships ready in the Silver Landing, preparing to go on an adventure across the galaxy or transition to Commenor.

The Silver Jedi never rested, especially not on Kashyyyk.

It was a special day for many in the temple, especially those who held the rank of Padawan. Many of them were being gathered by their teachers and their lecturers. Those who should have been in class were being told to meet in the Courtyard and those who weren't supposed to be in class were being collected from their quarters.

Many of them wouldn't be informed of why until they arrived in the Courtyard itself. Only when they arrived would they be informed of the purpose of them meeting together. A Jedi was required to work in a team and to successfully work in a team, a Jedi was required to make connections with others, from the rank of Padawan to the rank of Master.

Plus, the Jedi had put on free refreshments.

 

[Darcy Delan]

Oooh. Refreshments.

Darcy Delan would never, ever let free refreshments go to waste. It'd be a crime against nature, or the Light, or whatever. Her brothers and sisters would totally disown her if they knew she'd passed up free stuff. Y'know, if they ever found out from several systems away.

That didn't matter though, because the other bonus was getting to miss some classes. Learning how to be a Jedi sounded much more exciting when she was being shuttled over to Kashyyyk, but a lot of them ended up being just like the classes at home. Except with a lot more robes and people that were called Knights and Masters. That made it slightly cooler than her old school. Slightly.

Darcy stood in the middle of a group of other Padawans, looking confused. Lots of talking and chatter about what might be going on, while a bunch of the adults wandered around the edges, looking satisfied with themselves. Maybe that's just what being 'One with the Force' makes you look like? She nudged another padawan with a sharp elbow, waving towards them.

"Yo, what's going on?" she asked them, her voice mixing with the general confused murmur in the courtyard.

"Don't look at me, I don't know," the girl replied, giving her a look that could curdle milk. Darcy rolled her eyes and turned away. Prissy brat. Bet what you don't know could fill a black hole. Instead, she looked around at the others, trying to catch the eye of someone who seemed friendly.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Darcy Delan Caden Evesa

"Hey, what's going on?" a girl's voice asked.

Starlin turned around, having just shoved a deviled egg in his mouth from the refreshment table. Not wanting to disgust the infamous Miss Priss, he chewed and swallowed before replying, "Beats me. But I love food, so I guess I'll stick around."

"We're supposed to be 'networking'," another student said, taking a plate for himself and piling it with refreshments. "I think it's all about pairing people up with new masters."

"I already got a master." Starlin smiled and shot finger guns at the two of them. "How about you?"

Both students glanced at each other, then frowned.

"I take it that means no." Starlin shrugged, picking up another deviled egg and adding, "Better skip to it, Paddy-juans," before popping the egg into his mouth with a grin.

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva Geroux's personal transport gracefully circled Silver Landing in preparation to set down.

She peered out the view port, and took her first glimpse at Silver Rest. It was a curious name, wasn't it? And, to Seva, it seemed to suggest quite a tired place. However, from above, it seemed the antithesis of tired. Already, she could see little brown dots – Jedi – walking the grounds. Soon enough, the Perlen had touched down and the ramp lowered to allow Lady Geroux into the world of the Jedi.

“Not a word to my parents,” she said in a harsh whisper to the pilot, a young man that nodded stiffly in response. This was a secret trip. In order to secure the time and transport, she'd fed her parents a story about meeting her girlfriends for a sojourn on Bespin. They didn't need to know that she was here to dabble in the strange and mystical ways of the force. Well, actually, Seva hadn't actually committed to the idea yet. She was not here to train, not yet. But she think it would be prudent to meet these Silver Jedi and gauge what sort they truly were.

She'd met only one Jedi before.

He was different – genteel, like her. However, she'd not seem him since her first training. She'd snuck out of the house then, too. But she hadn't the chance to fraternize with peers. So far, she'd managed to keep herself distant, viewing them from afar. However, Seva had the feeling it was time to deepen her investigation – a feeling that was something like queasy and bothered.

Nevertheless, she strode with confidence and a closed-lipped smile.

The young woman proceeded to the destination, a social gathering. Well, there was certainly nothing to be afraid of on that front. Her manor house on Commenor was host to many gatherings. And though this was not like the typical Commenori garden party, she did spot the table of refreshments. Yes, perhaps these Jedi did know how to throw a party.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

Caden Evesa Starlin Rand Seva Geroux

Phalsi entered the room, without her mask as requested and frowning the entire time. She had protested coming here, even if she did want to meet people. Coren Starchaser had decided she needed to socialize more, and her brusque manner needed blunting. Some time among other padawans would do her good he had said.

To bad most of them were younger than herself.

She went to the refreshment table, taking a glance before deciding on water in grudging acceptance of the age of the room. The adults milled around the outside edge, keeping everyone centered and making them talk to one another.

A scathing look came from across the room, a girl that seemed less than impressed by the event and Phalsi. The girl looked like the type to be offended by little things, and Phalsi was feeling prickly to begin with.

Especially after giving Darcy Delan a healthy dose of attitude. There was a short walk that consisted of fake smiles and nods as Phalsi walked to Miss Prissy before none to dramatically tripping and throwing the glass of water in the girls face.

"Oh, I so sorry. I'm a bumble foot. So sorry. Just-" Phalsi recovered and pulled the front of the girls robe up and wiped it harshly against her face. "Let me help you real quick."

 

[Takui]

He was fresh off the transport, and already felt out of place. So many people here were adamant from the time they were very young about becoming Jedi. Others who were a bit older and less enthusiastic still found themselves here out of the compulsion to do good throughout the Galaxy. More still wanted to distinguish themselves and join the fight against evil.

Taku looked around at the group who gathered in the room ahead of him and felt stifled. It wasn't some supernatural feeling, the way that Jedi purportedly felt things. The young man was anxious. On her deathbed, his mother forced him to make a promise he wasn't sure he could keep.

Now here he was, surrounded by both the cream of the crop and rejects who seemed nothing like the Jedi he heard about in stories. People came in all shapes, sizes, and temperaments; and apparently, that was true of Jedi as well.

Near the door, and close enough to slip away if he felt even the slightest need, Taku watched and listened. Someone had corralled them here, and he expected that they would lead introductions. Some people were already talking. Others were dysfunctional, spilling their drinks all over and seeming quite unapologetic about the ordeal.

Taku stared hard at the ground and sighed.

Maybe they would tell him he wasn't fit to be a Jedi? Perhaps they might even send him packing, and he could look for a job farming in the Mid Rim? If he at least came and got denied, he could sleep at night because he tried to make good on his promise.

With his arms folded, he crowded into a corner and waited for the proverbial storm to blow over.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Why? Just why? Classes she was ok with. Hanging out with friends she was fine with. Working on her Starfighter was her goal that day, plus some solo Force training Master Josh Dragovalor had suggested for her. But this?! Ura didn’t do crowds. She didn’t like them even among her own kind. It was in part that she really wasn’t good at hiding her emotions, but there was the added anxiety of possibility being asked a bunch of questions about what she was. Did she really have to go? It wasn’t like the refreshments were any food to her.....

No....

She had to go. So she just got there quickly and proceeded to basically plaster herself against a tree. Maybe no one would notice the sandy Padawan.... No.... That wouldn’t work. Her nature made that basically impossible. Anyone near her would end up feeling how nervous she was. Why was she so bad at this?

Takui Phalsi Drynchen Seva Geroux Starlin Rand Darcy Delan Caden Evesa

 

[Irridia Solensis]

Silver Rest, Kashyyyk

Social interaction. It had never been a forte of hers, though she had liked being around people well enough until her transport to Coruscant had been hijacked almost five years ago. The subsequent four years as a guest of a bunch of degenerate Sith had left her...less than desirous of other people’s company. It had taken her almost a month to get used to being back with her family after she’d recovered enough to travel home.

This? This was not going to end well.

But she had to try...this was the first place, aside from her favorite lake on Corellia, that felt right. Irri felt...content, here on Kashyyyk, in the Silver Rest. It was comforting in ways she couldn’t even explain, but she breathed deeply and just kept hold of that sensation as she walked into the open space that had been designated for the gathering.

It was an assault on the senses in mostly a good way. There were all manner of beings there, Masters and Knights strolling about, some in conversational groups, others sipping tea and various drinks as they kept an eye on the goings on. There were a larger number of padawans than she had anticipated seeing, although that was a simple error in judgement given that everyone in the Rest was invited to the gathering.

Irri’s eyes danced from person to person, a slight smile on her features as she endeavored to at least look approachable instead of what her little sisters called her ‘resting Sith face’. The memory of them explaining the phrase to her made her smile warmer, so she took a deep, steady breath and made her way over to the refreshment table. Mindful of the labels to each item, she chose a large mug of tea and liberally added honey to the herbal Ithorian brew before taking a sip and uttering a small sigh of pleasure.

One brow raised at the scene nearby, and Irri resisted the urge to create a water orb over the rather rude girl’s head. The matter seemed to have been handled rather adeptly by Phalsi Drynchen , but she remained nearby and watched.

The urge to drench the girl and add to her annoyance remained.

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Ura Iolar | Takui | Phalsi Drynchen | Seva Geroux | Starlin Rand | Darcy Delan | Caden Evesa​

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Nothing about this felt right.

It had been a few years since he had returned to the Silver Rest. Ever since his fallout with Caden Evesa , he had ventured farther and farther away from the light side of the force. The light side of the force was alien to him now. The dark had consumed him for so long that he had forgotten how the light was.

As the Thunderstuck touched down on the a Silver Rest's landing bay, he began to scope out the area. Nothing had changed except the faces. So many bright, talented Padawans were about, talking to one another. He never got to experience that. There was no group of Padawans for him to converse with. Only that wretched Sith...

The hatch of the X-Wing opened up, allowing him to get a smell of the fresh air. He hadn't even set foot yet and he still felt like an outcast. He had hurt so many people. It embarrassed him that he let this happen. Lifting himself out of the cockpit he set his feet onto the ground. No guards or Jedi were coming to apprehend him, so that was ago on sign. Besides, no one probably knew that he was coming. It wasn't like he was invited or anything. Usually former Sith weren't allowed to these sort of things.

Walking across the stone pavement he made his way courtyard. But before he even made it inside he stopped dead in his tracks. Though he couldn't see him quite yet, he knew he was here. The boy that had caused him so much pain, so much suffering. Yet he caused equal back. Somewhere in front of him stood Caden.

He had a bad feeling about this.

 

[Caden Evesa]

Caden hadn't been on Kashyyyk long.

He hadn't even been on the planet long enough to attend classes. He'd landed in The Silver Landing only days before and gone straight out to the forests with Damian Starchaser . He hadn't returned to The Silver Rest since, sleeping in hammocks under the stars.

The young man still didn't feel right being back in Jedi space, especially after how everything ended. He didn't feel right walking into The Silver Rest and asking for a room, even though he was entitled to one as a serving member of The Silver Jedi.

So he had slept in the forests, among the trees and the Wookies. It had been pretty peaceful to be honest, he quite enjoyed his time alone, meditating on the force. He'd found a peace he hadn't felt in years and while it wouldn't last it was good to have.

Returning to The Silver Rest felt uncomfortable. There was a presence he hadn't felt since Anzat, since before then. It was a presence he'd had experience with in the past, as both friend and foe. He didn't even know what they were anymore, what they were since Anzat.

Annoyingly, his former mentor was on Kashyyyk, Okkeus was in The Silver Rest.

The Jedi Knight had no reason to be on Kashyyyk. He wasn't technically an enemy of the Silver Jedi, Caden had never actually officially reported Okkeus' crimes (or lack thereof depending on who you asked) to anyone official or anyone with any power.

Okkeus still had no reason to be on Kashyyyk.

Caden heard the delicate tones of Starlin Rand before he saw him. Caden hadn't seen the boy in years but he remembered well enough that the boy could talk and talk and talk and not wear himself out. It was a skill Caden wished he had.

He wasn't entirely sure what was going on at The Silver Rest. As he walked up, the first thing he could sense was people. Lots of people gathered together in what he vaguely remembered to be the courtyard. That explained well why he could hear Starlin.

When he saw the people, it still didn't make sense. But there was refreshments, and he was thirsty.

Okkeus Dainlei | Irridia Solensis | Ura Iolar | Takui | Phalsi Drynchen | Seva Geroux | Starlin Rand | Darcy Delan

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva stood by the refreshments, judging the assortment of food and drink with a discerning eye. Finally, she decided to pour a cup of tea – thank goodness they had tea – and she placed a single biscuit on a paper napkin. In the background, she'd heard the exchange of words nearby... some kind of confrontation.

It wasn't any of her business, so she made no effort to eavesdrop of get involved.

Daintily bringing her cup of tea up for a sip, she scanned the room again. A few other people had entered, no one she recognized – after all, she knew basically no one when it came to the Jedi. Her eyes lingered for a moment on a girl with rather vibrant blue eyes. Seva side-eyed her for a good long moment before deciding to make her approach.

“Well, hello,” Seva said, offering Irridia Solensis a prim nod of greeting. Then, she took a moment to size up the other young woman. Perhaps they were around the same age. The young woman came to stand at the other's shoulder, surveying the scene with her cup of tea steaming in hand.

“I'm Seva Geroux,” she added, once she'd settled. “And you are...?”

Wide brown eyes fixed on Irridia as she awaited a response.

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Caden Evesa

Slip stood off to the corner of the courtyard, trying to stay away from all of the loud people. Having this many people around gave him major anxiety, especially with all of their emotions clashing into him through the Force, it really didn't help his stability all that much.

Honestly, he didn't even know why he was here, he had just been collected from his room and thrown out into the courtyard with a bunch of other people, and Slip had made a beeline to as far away from the other people there. People freaked him out, they just gave him anxiety. So of course being in this situation was like torture for Slip.

Thankfully, the shadow man was gone, for now at least. Most of the time, Slip never got a moment of peace from his hallucinations, but thankfully there were no hallucinations anywhere to be seen. That made his life easier, barely, just barely, but it might be enough to prevent him from having a full psychotic breakdown in the middle of this... Whatever this was.

For now, Slip just watched from as far away from the crowd as he could be, waiting to see what would happen. Hopefully it wouldn't involve him, but it probably would, knowing his luck.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Starlin was on his fourth deviled egg when he saw Phalsi Drynchen coming in from the front with a glass of water in hand, apparently acting in disproportionate revenge against the mild slight against Darcy Delan from Miss Priss. The young woman with dyed hair scored a direct hit on her stunned target, then added insult to the "accidental" injury by using the front of Prissy's robes to clean it up rather than napkins like a sensible person. That set the starting score at Phalsi: 1, Prissy: 0.

While the games began, Starlin chewed his food and glanced around the room, sizing up the other potential players. La dame Seva Geroux was moving in on the lovely and extraordinarily stacked Irridia Solensis , whose vibrant cerulean eyes managed to outclass Starlin's own stunning baby blues. Work it, girl.

He also caught the eye of Caden Evesa just walking into the courtyard. Starlin waved to him in greeting, then glanced at the green-haired (and slightly green around the gills, if the kid's wide-eyed expression and deliberately isolated position was any indication) Subject 648 Slipknot standing in the corner. The wheels in his head started turning, remembering Jacen Nimdok had mentioned something about a green-haired Padawan boy helping him out of a jam... or was it a green-skinned Padawan boy? Uh...

In the opposite corner stood Takui , looking more glum and resigned than the nigh-panicking Slip. And Ura Iolar , a gal made out of Anakin Skywalker's least favorite thing, was somewhere. In short, they had quite the crowd tonight.

Starlin finally turned his attention back to Prissy and Phalsi. The former had yanked her robe out of the hands of the former, fuming but having not yet said a word to the rather smug (and obviously cruising-for-a-bruising) latter. Starlin decided he ought to try and diffuse the situation before she had the chance. No, not like those devices that spread the smell of an air freshener. Diffuse as in get everybody to relax without forcing them to apologize and play nice.

Resting his hand on the table, he slipped right into the confrontation. "Yeah, it's okay," he said, his fingers slowly gripping the edge of the platter of deviled eggs - man, those were delicious. Shame he had to waste them. "We all make mistakes. Right?"

Glancing at the other boy who had been standing with Prissy, he winked - and then flung the contents of the platter right at Phalsi's face. The platter itself, constructed of a hard plastic, stayed in his hands. He wanted to splatter her with hard-boiled egg chunks, not give her a concussion.

Even if Phalsi managed to dodge the flying food with her Jedi reflexes, the boy he had winked at took the hint, perhaps aided in his understanding by the mystical Force. He grabbed a plate of soft cookies and tossed them at Starlin, who used the empty platter as a shield. With the Force he caught one cookie topped with green icing and sprinkles, then floated it to his mouth in order to take a bite. "Hey, these are pretty good!"

"Food fight!" somebody screamed, half in joy and half in terror. The refreshment table became an armory as several people rushed to grab ammunition, and the courtyard became a veritable battleground of projectile snacks, made all the more insane by the telekinetic abilities of those present.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

The moment of petty behaviour was interrupted by Starlin Rand none to soon as the pair separated. He had brought a dish with him, but her eyes were focused on the other girl when it came at her.

There was no dodge, and when the first deviled egg fell, there was a large grin instead of anger. This is gonna be good Phalsi thought to herself as she used telekenisis to bring another platter of sticky cinnamon rolls to her hand and fling the contents willy nilly at the group in front of her with a chaotic cackling. She backpedaled as she did, moving to the refreshment table as a biscuit flew by her face. The grin never left as she flung the contents of another glass of water at another at the table, a pair of laughs coming from offender and offended parties before the splash was returned.

 

[Irridia Solensis]

There were such lovely treats arrayed in a pleasing display on the table, that she found herself admiring the artistry that had gone into the arrangements. Irri sampled a lovely cookie that had a taste of ginger and cinnamon and lent itself beautifully to being gently dipped in tea. She placed two more of the small treats onto a napkin and refreshed her tea before a lovely voice echoed in her ear.

Blinking a moment to settle her flickering gaze, she lifted her head to find the delightful Seva Geroux greeting her with warmth and pleasantry. “Hello!” Irri replied, her smile warming as she shifted slightly to face the other young woman. She still had nerves, of course, but found it easier than usual to bury them deep.

Maybe things were really looking up for a change.

“Lovely to meet you, Seva. I am Irridia Solensis, one of the newest arrivals. Please feel free to call me Irri, if you like.” the brunette smiled, comfortably meeting the lovely blonde’s chestnut gaze.

Something, however, tickled at the edge of her senses, and it was maddening as it slipped away the moment she noticed it. A furrow creased her brow briefly as she glanced at Phalsi Drynchen and Prissy, then towards the rather dashing form of Starlin Rand . There it was again. That feeling of something…

...that quickly resolved into a rather picturesque arc of what had been a prettily arranged platter of deviled eggs. Her cerulean gaze widened as she quickly moved to the side, trying her best to avoid the food fight that had erupted. “Seva, I think it best if we perhaps take our tea off to the-”

Irri squeaked and ducked an incoming piece of fruit, narrowly avoiding being splattered by the sticky pink syrup. Her gaze narrowed and her cerulean eyes flashed as she launched a sizeable water orb back towards the table from whence the fruit had come. It would detonate like a water balloon on impact with the table, drenching, with any luck, the one who’d launched the fruit. She was torn between leaving the lovely conversation that had only just begun to join in the fracas, or retreating to a polite distance and savoring her tea and Seva’s company.

Such choices.

 

[Takui]

"I... uh..."

He made an attempt to speak up when obvious chaos began to ensue, but stopped in his tracks. These were seasoned Jedi trainee. People, young and adult who had at least been around enough to know what the rules were. If they were acting this way, was he to take it that this was how Jedi acted?

The stories were akin to hero worship, of men and women who pledged themselves to protect Peace. Knights who fought against the forces of evil. These were children and adolescents who couldn't contain themselves at the first chance to engage in age old antics fit for a school cafeteria.

"...I must be in the wrong place," he said softly under his breath, quickly turning to exit the area. He would have to find the right meeting place, and most likely face punishment for being late. Where he was just couldn't be right.

At least, he wanted to leave.

A flurry of leftover meat mash careened through the air as if by magic and narrowly missed splashing his face. He blinked as the foul stench of processed proteins wafted across his senses and turned to say something. Someone should reprimand them, after all. Was someone going to?

The condensed fruit tart that smacked him in the face told him that was probably not going to happen.

"...I'm in a nightmare," he decided at last. "I just have to concentrate really hard and I'll wake up. Okay... now..."

He screwed his eyes shut and counted silently, then reopened them. The acrid scent of citrus assailed him and the moisture of the dessert started to set in. "...this is my life now."

 

[Seva Geroux]

Seva offered the blue-eyed girl a nod, “Pleased to meet you, Irri.” Normally, she did not give in to 'nicknames,' but this was supposed to be a friendly atmosphere, and she thought perhaps it would add to the sense of camaraderie.

Her eyes caught movement, food flying through the air.

Then... chaos.

She brought a hand up to cover a gasp as the meet-and-greet devolved into a food-fight. Seva turned slightly, about to nod in agreement, their polite tea and conversation was suddenly out of place here. As Irridia Solensis ducked a piece of fruit, Seva had stepped to the side. Her senses were not as keen as some of the others, her training had been quite limited thus far.

But she kept her eyes open. As a cupcake soared through the air, she watched the arc it drew as it flew right at her. “Oh golly,” she breathed, and attempted to push it away or block it with telekinesis. The problem was that she wasn't terribly good at it. And being put on the spot only made her flustered.

Seva jumped back at the last second, but the cupcake landed right on her--open-toed-- shoe. She let out a little shriek, and instinctively kicked her foot, flinging a good portion of cake and frosting right at Starlin Rand . Whether or not it hit him, it was unintentional!

Phalsi Drynchen , Takui , Subject 648 Slipknot , Caden Evesa , Okkeus Dainlei , Ura Iolar