Faction Starbird Rising | Galactic Alliance

[Corin Trenor]

STARBIRD RISING
Dagon Kaze Iris Arani Miri Nimdok Kyell Laysel Ara Sheridan Amani Serys Alicio Organa

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Corin entered the scene with a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes that remained all too content to survey all that unfolded. It was the consequences of irresponsible alcohol consumption, his often detail obsessed albeit impulsive mind concluded in a flash, the same kind that remained outlawed for the typical Padawan. In any case, a bad mix when it came to flared emotions.

"You stay there." He said, even if it sounded somewhat like an order. Perhaps it was. "Someone will tend to you; make sure you're not concussed first."

He turned over to Dagon, an expectant look to his eye.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are.” — Bill Watterson​

As Caltin himself wondered where Silas had run off to, it was just more proof as to his conversational skills. A good laugh at this point, though this was not the place for it. Then Sor-Jan began brooding about his envy of the big man and his apparent acclimation into today’s society and culture. Was this the infamous “brooding” that “Dilly” had spoken of with concern so many times in the past? He was “a quarter right”...

I’m not doing as well as you would think, my friend. These folks… they’re “good” people… but the majority of them, Silvers too, are only interested in talking to me when there is a fight to be had. I don’t know that any of them are “fond” of me…

He shrugged at the thought of it. No sense in worrying about what and who you are.

One thing I learned from Vas, a long time ago was just to be true to who I am. Yeah, when I came out of the ice, I let it bother me that this generation of Jedi is… “aloof”... comparatively speaking,,, but see the woman hugging the smuggler over there? She was a Jedi in stasis for over three thousand years. She just left herself open to it all. I guess she also found something to offer.

He shrugged again at the thought of it, which brought his mind back to Dilandau.

I think that this place brought me back around here to these people. When I came out of the ice, I looked at all of them with unfortunately a bit of disgust. Skill wise, they were all talented and viable members of the lightside, to be sure. Emotionally, intellectually… they were all children… it was demoralizing because I could not help but wonder how far the Jedi had “fallen”, in the way of standards.

Then he looked up at the spires and then at the great hall doors.

Then I returned here, and all of the memories came back to the surface. The training rooms, the room of a thousand fountains… laughs the statues of us and that silly mural in the gathering hall. Then I had found out about the Senate locking them in and that screamed “ambush”, so I had to help. Then Empress Teta… then Tython…

He shook his head. Talk about “bad memories.” When Sor-Jan offered a drink, Caltin shook his head as he followed the Anzat Master over to his destination.

I’ll get you one.

Over by the “bar” or whatever it was, they stood. Caltin was not a “drinker” so his was “virgin” and Sor-Jan had whatever he wanted.

I think that I have “Dilly” to thank for me being here today. He was so good at making friends, it came natural to him. When I asked him about it one day he just told me “It’s not just ‘finding things in common’, but if you have something they need… offer it.” It was never a perfect approach, but it seemed to work for him. I think that is why I stick around here today. These kids are "today's Jedi" and that is a good thing, don't get me wrong. If the Order you and I knew were here today...

He laughed.

It's not. "Today" needs "Today's Jedi", but "Today's Jedi" still need something... even if they don't know or won't admit to it yet. Maybe I can offer it, maybe I can help find it.

He went on to tell more stories… good ones… today wasn’t about bad memories.

tag: Sor-Jan Xantha Valery Noble @Kahlin Noble

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Kohlhaase Gotthard]

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Kohlhaase decided to remove himself from the temple at this time after hearing a hushed whisper from his Chief Aide Delo Juun. 'They' were looking to speak to him at this time and he would have to comply to save his own life. Bowing his head and apologizing to the people still left within the circle that had not abandoned him at this time to settle the fight across the hall. Making his way towards the entrance of the temple and walking down the steps with the tapp tapp tapping sound of his wooden cane.

Making his way down the lane until coming across his silver and blue hover car, moving inside once the door had been opened. "That was certainly an interesting performance." He said with a crooked smile as his eyes gaze over at Juun sitting across from him. The slow lift of the hover car away from the jedi temple was felt somewhat. "You certainly managed to convince them that you were nothing but a harmless old fool. Although some might have not been convinced." Juun replied dropping the attitude he had inside of a stressed out aide who had to support such a senile senator to avoid his criminal sentence on corulag. "Convinced or not, we managed to place doubts inside people on weather or not to gain me as an ally or leave me to my own devices." Kohlhaase replied digging underneath the seat to grab open a bottle of boga noga and poured it into his glass which he had taken from the party.

Juun nodded and simply took out a datapad to overlook the construction efforts on corulag started by the senator. The hover-car slowly pulled up towards the senator's apartment within one of the numerous skyscrapers on the world. They would be awaiting inside the apartment for him.

 

[Amani Serys]

"Yeah, uh... I... kinda rang her bell a few times against the counter."

"You what?!" Amani whipped around to look at Ara, bewildered that not only had she outright assaulted and battered this woman, but was now fully admitting to it as well. Points for honesty…?

She looked over to the amassing of onlookers that had gathered around the bar, taking note of Corin and Dagon in particular. They were given a single nod, entrusted to help handle Ara while the healers handled her victim.

Just a moment later, Miri lurched up into consciousness, and Amani quickly moved to support her, "Easy, worry about yourself for now. That was a nasty hit." She held up a finger, waving it back and forth in the woman's line of sight, "Can you see alright? It's not still blurry is it?" She frowned at the messy sight, and turned to her fellow healer, "Iris can you-?" Amani gestured to the blood, hoping she could help clean it off Miri's face.

Ara Sheridan | Miri Nimdok | Iris Arani | Kyell Laysel | Corin Trenor | Dagon Kaze | Alicio Organa | @Others​

 

[Iris Arani]

Iris nodded, slowly, to Amani's direction. She didn't say anything, couldn't bring herself to speak after everything that happened. So she'd clean Miri up, letting her gaze do distant. Colors were easier, right now. Focus on cleaning. Closing the wound. Yeah.

Ara Sheridan | Amani Serys | Miri Nimdok | Kyell Laysel | Corin Trenor | Dagon Kaze | Alicio Organa

 

[Dagon Kaze]

One moment he was clapping for Amani with an appetizer hanging from his mouth, the next Dagon was looming over yet-another-padawan-brawl.

He blinked. Once, twice, then a confused frown settled on his face.

"Why?" he plainly asked Ara Sheridan .

Iris Arani Corin Trenor Amani Serys Miri Nimdok Kyell Laysel Alicio Organa ​

 

[Cordé Sabo]

DULCET
CORUSCANT | THE JEDI TEMPLE | HALLWAYS
Sion Lorray

At least the word hospital wasn't so incorrect that he didn't know what she was talking about. She heh'd at the crutch comment Her brother Jon Kovacs had been on crutches once when they'd been little. Fell out of a tree. She'd seen how painful it had been, to see bone splinter like that, how long it took to mend. It was part of what moved her to want to get into medicine. He had trusted her enough to help him with his cast. He was always seeking speed, thrill, adventure and adrenaline.

She was always there for what happened when he found it.

That was a long time ago.

Without interrupting the limping Jedi, Cordé followed along. She nodded when he explained about the significance of this, and the legacy of that. He seemed happy to have company, excited to share what he knew. It made Cordé uncomfortable. And when Sion wasn't looking, she'd glance over her shoulder every now and then to see if anyone was looking.

Not that it really mattered. She was unidentifiable as a special operator for the most part. Task Force Y was too nascent to be recognizable. And she could always say she was just studying the nuances of Force Users. Expanding on her appreciation for the differences between Sith and Jedi.

"You do." Cordé agreed when he finished explaining the depiction of what was engraved on the library doors that stretched from floor to ceiling. They looked impenetrable. But with the Jedi's careless gesture, they yawned open.

Cordé sucked in a sharp breath of discomfort. But her apprehension dissolved when she looked away from his Force-drenched hand to the shelves and shelves of volumes that gave off a subtle white-blue glow.

"Oh," she stepped inside. While she was deaf to the Force's song, the room had been designed to evoke a serene sort of calm. Which was surprising considering how generous its size was.

Unlike Sion, Cordé walked without a limp. And quickly closed the distance from the entrance to the first ring of shelves, knelt, and ran her fingers along the glowing spines.

"Wow." She exhaled and paused her hand. Her head tilted to read the sideways print of the title, before the edged it out to open up in both her hands.

The pages felt alive, auroral almost. Words and diagrams flipped by as she navigated through the pages, consuming headlines until she stopped somewhere on a page that detailed a glossary of antidotes to poisons.

"This is incredible." She'd never read anything so comprehensive. And she'd only flipped through twenty pages! "You could spend..hours here."

 

[Sion Lorray]

BRUSH
CORUSCANT | THE JEDI TEMPLE | HALLWAYS
Cordé Sabo
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"Well, coincidentally I have." Sion responded with amusement as he limped on over and took a seat. "And yeah, it's... a lot. You could really spend here months, years even... and still have more to read and discover."

In fact, as he explained to her, the books kept coming in.

Every time a new discovery was made or a new text was published, they'd immediately make effort to acquire it before adding it to the collection found around them. This was the case not just for the Healing Archives, but also for every other section of the library. This way no matter what happened... there would always be another copy of the galactic knowledge here.

"Well..."

Awkward again.

Why did Sion always feel so awkward? It was frustrating at times.

"I am sure you want to dig your way through some of these books, so I won't distract you. Hope you enjoy yourself." Rising up again, with some difficulty, to limb out the door and leave Kovacs with a treasure trove of healing material.

 

[Ara Sheridan]

Ara stood by the balcony with empty eyes, sick to her stomach as the world rotated ne way, only to jump back as her gaze shifted. The realization came crashing down on her like a freighter. When she heard Master Dagon's voice behind her, she finally blinked and moved to look up at him with those same empty eyes.

"Why?"

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Excuses after excuses piled up in her mind and she wanted to recite them all, but behind it all laid one evil truth she refused to acknowledge. At first it was betrayal from the one person she cared for most. When she talked to Miri, the notion that she was protecting Kyell from some harpy poisoning him stuck to her mind. But as she looked past Master Dagon at them all... at Iris, at Kyell, at the rest of them... only one evil truth remained.

She wanted it all. She wanted friends, a home with someone who cared for her, her mother and Master standing by her as she ascended the ranks and took a seat on the Council. She wanted it and seeing Kyell having it with someone else pushed her into a filthy pit of jealousy she never realized she was wallowing around in. All the hate for the fresh air-breathing schuttas of Coruscant, for all the padawans doing better than her, for the Masters supposedly looking down on her... she gave into her desires and it cost her everything she dreamed of having.

Her green eyes finally looked up at Master Dagon again as her eyes turned glossy. But she held a stern face, a solid voice and no weakness. But even that was a lie. "Master..." She started, swallowing hard on the truth as it kept sinking in. The last thing she had for herself was her pride... and that was slipping as well along with all the other lies.

"I accept full responsibility of my actions, Master Dagon." She spoke with a neutral voice, a shaky breath seeping past her lips. She stepped closer to him, looking back at all the people around Miri as she waited for Master Dagon to escort her away...

/Exit Thread

Dagon Kaze Kyell Laysel Miri Nimdok Amani Serys Iris Arani Corin Trenor

 

[Cordé Sabo]

DULCET
CORUSCANT | THE JEDI TEMPLE | HALLWAYS
Sion Lorray

The antidote that neutralized Manax-root had to be served iced. If you didn't have an antidote, you could always attempt to reconstruct the poison particles with a technique called Art of the Small that referenced another bound volume. Cordé squinted at the title, and the curious name, while her tour guide spoke.

Was the title on this shelf?

She squinted at the spines she'd left untouched and found no match.

Over her shoulder, the Jedi excused himself.

She'd almost forgotten he was there. Even though he'd been talking this whole time. The knowledge Jedi had on poisons and antidotes was..more than she'd seen in two years in her pre-medical courses.

Suddenly, in her medical officer uniform, she felt very small. How much knowledge was within these walls that those without The Force didn't traditionally have access to?

"Oh," She stood up and closed the book. "Thank you, for..being a tour guide. Made it less intimidating."

She'd wanted him to leave before, hadn't she?

Maybe it was his limping that made her feel regret that he was turning away to go.

She drew her thumb along the spine of the book, glanced down at its closed pages against her belly, and then back up at the doorway. "Uhm, before you go —— what you did on Teta? When you healed my throat."

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and finally couldn't escape the inevitable anymore and looked back to Sion himself.

"—what was that called?"

 

[Miri Nimdok]

Miri tried to stand up, only to hear a boy bark orders at her to sit down. They needn’t have bothered; she fell back on her rear anyway, unable to keep her balance.

"Can you see alright? It's not still blurry is it?"

A Mirialan woman was waving something in her face. Miri shook her head, wincing. All she saw was a green blur. “Everything is too bright and too loud…”

Miri watched as the Zabrak was led away. With Ara gone, Miri had to find something else to focus her indignation on lest it evaporate, leaving only the pain of her injuries and… embarrassment. She didn’t like being stared at. Being seen by dozens of people as a helpless victim was even worse.

“I could’ve taken her,” she mumbled, her face turning as red as the blood running from her split brow. Another girl with dark hair began cleaning up the wound. “She caught me by surprise, is all… People aren’t supposed to fight at celebrations, let alone in the Jedi Temple…”

But then, this was the New Jedi Order’s temple. Frequent, casual violence seemed to be part of their revised creed.

Kyell Laysel Ara Sheridan Amani Serys Iris Arani Alicio Organa Corin Trenor Dagon Kaze​

 

[Iris Arani]

Ara was gone. Miri was fine. Iris just nodded before turning and walking away. She couldn't linger here any more. Grief, frustration. This was supposed to be a party, not a drama infested battleground. She even dressed up nice. And Ara just decided to beat up some girl before she could've even seen the dress. Fighting was better than having fun. Revenge was better than having fun.

Walking turned to running as she fled out to a balcony where there were no colors, no people. Iris needed some alone time.

Miri Nimdok | Amani Serys | Alicio Organa | Ara Sheridan | Corin Trenor | Kyell Laysel | @Ugh so many tags

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Caltin Vanagor​

"These folks… they're "good" people… but the majority of them, Silvers too, are only interested in talking to me when there is a fight to be had."

The boy cocked an eyebrow, but gave a nod at that statement. There certainly seemed any number of conflicts. Usually over merely a single planet or planetary system. Caltin, like Sor-Jan, had fought wars on larger scales. From the Outer Rim to the Core. A victory in one spot giving way to defeat somewhere else.

Watching people die by the thousands.

Adopting a smile, strained though it may have been, the Anzat tried for a joke as he offered, "Well, can you blame them? You do look like you'd be good in a fight."

The Jedi were certainly not looking for someone of Sor-Jan's size when it came time to roll with the punches.

"One thing I learned from Vas, a long time ago was just to be true to who I am."

Well said.

The smile softened somewhat. No less strained, but more sad than forced.

That was well said, indeed.

"...but see the woman hugging the smuggler over there? She was a Jedi in stasis for over three thousand years."

Craning his head around, the boy's eyes followed to where Caltin had pointed out Valery Noble "The Inter-Sith Wars Era?" the boy uttered, as he turned his attention back to the big man. That seemed extraordinary. "Really?"

If that were true, he'd love to meet her. And probably annoy the hell out of her with a million questions he had about the period. Particularly on the Republic side.

There was much that had been written and archived about the Ruusan Reformation, at least in Sor-Jan and Caltin's time. But the events precipitating it were largely reduced to the most significant events -- which were typically shaped by smaller events. What moments of significance had escaped history?

But, that was starting to dive down a rather bookish rabbit hole. Returning his attention to Caltin, the boy listened as the man continued.

"These kids are "today's Jedi" and that is a good thing, don't get me wrong. If the Order you and I knew were here today..."

They both laughed.

As he'd hoped, Caltin opened up to share some stories. And he listened, looking very much like a boy hanging on to every word.

It was nice to have someone like Caltin around, someone he could talk to who understood everything they had lost -- all the friends who were gone -- which made their new friends, these 'today's Jedi', bittersweet.

 

[Kai Bamarri]

After rushing two grown women across the Temple, Kai sprawled into a chair, breathing heavily. He had forgotten how much harder it was to lift heavy weights and exert himself now... that, or Amani and Iris both needed to lay off the appetizers...

The only thing that drew him out was the sense he got from Iris. As the minutes passed, she grew steadily more upset, her emotions reaching a pitch much higher than he would've expected from the situation. Something more was going on with her than just treating a victim of assault.

When she suddenly ran away, Kai leaped to his feet and followed her, albeit at a distance. He stayed just beyond the balcony where she had fled, not daring to cross the threshold. If she needed him, she knew he was there, but he wouldn't bother her if she wanted to be left alone.

Iris Arani​

 

[Alicio Organa]

Amani groaned, and bumped her forehead against the Count's chest, "It really does never end,"

"No," he said, quirking the side of his lip up. "It doesn't."

Thankfully, with a lion's share of healers around, Miri Nimdok was roused from her involuntary slumber. Alicio stayed in the back of the crowd, content to let Amani Serys push to it's locus (after her brief impression as a sack of potatoes, courtesy of someone who looked oddly familiar). The taste in the air was... confusing. Strong emotions, everywhere one looked.

It seems his issues weren't the only ones coming to a head at this gala.

Alicio turned around, scanning the room for the reporters that were almost assuredly watching, and waiting in the wings. This wasn't the kind of publicity the New Jedi Order needed. At a party thrown in solidarity between the Jedi and the Alliance, no less.

Alicio looked on quietly as Iris Arani left the scene, chased at a distance by Kai Bamarri . He thought briefly about following, but quickly decided against it. The Count knew how important a little alone time could be.

- @The Barfolk -

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it." — Bruce Lee​

A joke was a joke, Vanagor was good at making them and being the butt of one and if it helped Sor-Jan feel better then why not, right? No words needed to be explained, just a wry smirk. It was interesting to watch the Anzat try and hide his emotions. He was indeed feeling lost right now. This was supposed to be a happy occasion but for him it was utmostly somber. The way he looked at Valery and K… oh wow… he’s actuall… that’s a nice saber.

You made me call him a “smuggler.”

Shut up. Anyway as Sorjen showed loads of interest in meeting her, but the family seemed more interested in “family time” so there was no need to interrupt that.

Actually more along the time of when the Sith came out of a thousand year hiding. Malgus… Satele Shan… etc. I had forgotten you were a student of history like me. I’ll introduce you another time you both are available.

Then he was reminded of other times and other stories.

Do you remember Delta Squad? I had the privilege of working with them on Mygeeto. A perfect group with their own strengths and all the compliment each other.

He went on to tell more, hoping to open the Anzat up a little more.

tag: Sor-Jan Xantha Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Ichika Masudo]

LOCATION: Jedi Temple, Coruscant
ATTIRE: X
TAGS: Gabriel Pryce | Varen Ardos

Why was she called that? She thought about it, where it might have come from; it had been a name she carried since she was a little girl… it was a flower, and her name was a thousand flowers, but daisies didn’t make sense, did it? She was certain she knew her Galactic Basic well enough to be sure of it.

“Parts of my extended family are not Atrisian,” she answered, finally, “I suppose that’s where it came from,” she nodded slowly, “but my father calls me by my given name.”

Also, two syllables was shorter than three, and her given name was not always pronounced correctly by others, but she put these thoughts to rest, smiling to Gabe with a bit of warmth.

“It is lovely to meet you, Gabriel,” but just then, another joined them, making them three, and immediately striking up a conversation. She turned to the newcomer, and gave a slight bow, “No thank you,” she had just eaten some snacks herself, “I am, thank you,” she replied softly about her enjoyment of the gala. Though she had spent most of it observing others and had only been with company for a few minutes, and though she had picked up that others might not be enjoying the night as much.

“I am Ichi-” then she seemed to think better of it, having just had to explain herself, “I am Daisy Masudo,” she gave in kind, once he had finished saying his piece, “a scout, you say? And you fly?” What a delightful coincidence! “I’m learning to!” she informed cheerfully, so of course she was curious about anything related to it, “18 parsecs?” Her head cocked to one side, just a little. “What is the record you were trying to beat? Where were you coming from that you had to go that fast?”

He had, after all, admitted to running late. Was that normal for him?

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[Sion Lorray]

BRUSH
CORUSCANT | THE JEDI TEMPLE | HALLWAYS

Cordé Sabo
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He gestured a de nada there.

It was the least Sion could have done after she rescued him.

About to leave Cordé made him pause right as he was about to go through the door. He looked back and smiled bemusedly. That question would not have a satisfactory answer, which Sion knew already. "Well, Jedi are many things, but creative? Hmm... I do not believe so." The Padawan teased lightly, but before the healer could push further?

"Force Healing. Most of the powers of the Jedi start with its source, the Force... followed by the effect it is trying to accomplish."

A little shrug.

"Why fix what isn't broken, hm? Anyway, enjoy your time, if you need anything an Archive custodian can be found to your left through the hallway."

This time Sion did leave, limping away and perhaps... even using the Force a little bit to add some spring to his step. It felt... awkward to be there with her and the sooner he was out of there?

The better.

 

[Zhea Nox]

ECLIPSE
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
TAG: Jos Krayt | Open

MY COUNTRY​

The warm tone coming from the hardened warrior was jarring.

Then again, the presence in the Force was completely at ease. She gave a smile and nodded with his statement of showing support.
"Indeed I agree, Master Krayt. Support for each other is vital. How fares the...situation in Enclave space? I heard of it from Master Noble. Is it under control enough to spare you? Or are you in need of more aid?" Zhea had been occupied with other affairs when some Jedi had responded to the crisis in their ally's territory, but her tone now made clear she wouldn't hesitate to rush to their aid once again.

"So you are a knight? Do you have any padawans as of yet? It is rather amusing. A few years ago I had a chance to be exactly where you are now."
A warm smile spread on her face as they walked through the crowd.
"I do have one. In fact, he's here somewhere. My guess would be the food table." She laughed as she thought of Varen Ardos stuffing his face. "What changed for you, if you do not mind me asking? One that is as gifted as you seem to be would have made a fine teacher in the Order." she then inquired.

They hadn't moved far, when a commotion erupted around the bar area and the Force assaulted the sage's senses. She stopped and her eyes found the young Ara stepping away from an unconscious girl on the floor. Why didn't she intercept the child before it had gotten out of hand like this? Zhea let out a sigh just as people rushed to the area, though she made no movement to follow. There enough people handling the situation already.
"It was only a matter of time before that happened. She had been teetering on the edge lately and we've been trying to get her back from it." she explained to the Kel-Dor. "Hopefully now that it is out of her system, she'll learn better." She had no illusions surrounding the girl. It would be a long road, if they ever even reach it, before that girl would be quiet enough in herself. Mere improvement would be giant steps.

Zhea turned to face the Mandalorian.
"I have to admit, Master Krayt, I am not as well versed in your culture as I would like to be. Enlighten me, how would your people have handled a situation such as this?" she asked, curious as she motioned toward the bar.

 

[Jos Krayt]

TAGS: Zhea Nox | Open

Jos paused for a moment at the Jedi's question. His visor stare blankly into her eyes, though the contempt and heartache rippled ever so slightly through the Force from him. "It is... a difficult time, I must admit. And unfortunately it is partially the reason for my visit. But... my people have suffered through difficult times before. And it is our duty to ensure the safety of those living under our care, as much as possible. I hope to find an opportunity to speak to the Jedi Council." He admitted softly, not wanting others to listen in.

Luckily they did not dwell too long on the matter. A digitized chuckle escaped through his rebreather as he glanced at the food court for a moment. His gaze returned to hers when she asked about his choice to not stay with the Jedi. "Philosophy. I was part of Dorin's own Order many years ago. The Baran Do sages. My mission at the time was to heal and help wherever I could in the galaxy. The Jedi Order wasn't entirely adequate for that mission at the time." He admitted truthfully with a calm tone. "I only joined the Mandalorians after they saved my life, as well of the lives onboard our passenger ship when the Maw captured us. They saved my life, and I wish to repay that debt." He continued, though a situation by the bar caught their attention.

Just like Zhea, Jos didn't move a muscle to help or head over. The amount of talented individuals already around the injured woman were more than capable to say the least. Though the Force was troubled around them as he watched.

"It was only a matter of time before that happened. She had been teetering on the edge lately and we've been trying to get her back from it."

"Hopefully now that it is out of her system, she'll learn better."

"Sometimes, for a good harvest to grow, it is better to let the wildfire burn the field clean. Regardless of the damage." He spoke up, still watching the commotion. He only looked back at her when she asked about the Mandalorian solution to the problem. A laugh rumbled from him as he walked with her to the bar. "With plenty of broken furniture and a lot more fists." He chuckled at the thought of how most Mandalorian disagreements went. "Typically it is better if we leave the disputing parties to their own devices, though plenty of our people jump at the opportunity to help their vod... their comrade... or simply to swing some fists." He went on as he set his helmet down on the bar counter.

"And please, Master Zhea, I might be talented in the Force, but I am no Master." A modest smile was evident in his calm voice. "Now you have me curious. With how troubled tempers seem to be, how are things going between you and your student? I must admit that I have some... trouble... with my own student on Kestri." He continued as he glanced down at the woman.