Campaign That Remote Place pt. 2 | Lothal Jedi Temple (Jedi, Lothal Protectorate, Allies)

[Jalen Kai'el]

That Remote Place pt. 2
Lothal Jedi Temple
Tags: Valery Noble , Balun Dashiell , Jonyna Si , Open

Delta-7, Lothal Jedi Temple​

"Uh... good evening everyone."

Jalen took his place in the center of the large circular chamber that made up the entrance of Lothal's Jedi Temple, a space which had long since gone unused. Abandoned. Forgotten. Now Jedi stood within once again, and in considerable numbers. It gave Jalen a renewed feeling of hope that it would continue to be filled. Things seemed to be getting strange as of late. Hyperlanes were breaking down on a scale never before seen. The very galaxy seemed to be shifting.

All the more need for a place like this.

"I'm very happy you all decided to be here today," Jalen stated after taking a breath. "Feeling your presence... rejuvenates me. Thank you all. My hope is that this place will be the jumping off point for directly serving the people of Lothal and the Outer Rim as a whole. It's a structure with a good thousand years of history to it, and I believe it's one that will continue to play it's part. I'm exited to share what we've added."

From there a hologram projection would appear in the center of the chamber, displaying a map of the Temple updated to match the recent additions that had been made...

"As you can see, the facility has been fully kitted out to serve the majority of needs for long-term habitation," Jalen expressed. "Today it's all open to you, so I implore you to take the time today to tour the complex. This is going to be the staging grounds for great things, and I believe it has everything it needs to be one of the most successful satellite temples. It's prepared to take on younglings and padawan learners as well, fully staffed with gracious volunteers from across the Order. I... have decided that I'm going to assume temporary leadership of the facility, until I can find a more permanent candidate for the position..."

There was an unspoken part of that statement. He wanted it to be Jasper. It should have been Jasper...

"For that reason, I ask you all to offer your guidance," he continued. "I understand that I am... inexperienced, but I am eager to learn. Anything you may offer I am eager to accept. For now though, I'd like to let you all see the renovations for yourself."

With a heavy exhale he stepped back. His heart was thundering, his back covered in sweat. Why did public speaking have to be so awful? How did his brother handle doing it so often? Whatever. It was done now, and he could focus on one-on-one interaction going forwards.

Something he was ever so slightly more proficient at.

OOC: Previous Thread

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jalen Kai'el Valery Noble Balun Dashiell

Jonyna had spent most of the morning helping with rebuilding the city. The Dawn of Hope's contingent was still hard at work, and occasionally Jonyna would poke at her wrist-comm to check in, but she had promised to stop by the temple, and she intended to stick to that.

The entrance reminded her of the tomb on Ryloth, and she wondered if the original designer had been of similar origins.

"Don't let the younglings near anything they can draw with." Jonyna started off, trying to lighten the mood. "You'll do fine." She smiled, offering Jalen a small fist bump. He had been a padawan just about as much as she had been a knight, and yet she felt a kinship with him. "Oh! And learn to delegate. You have some local jedi to help you run things, yes? If not, I can offer the Service Corp trainees as such."

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"As you can see, the facility has been fully kitted out to serve the majority of needs for long-term habitation,"

Aadihr withheld the urge to crack a joke - he couldn't see the hologram through the force, but from what he had heard, Jalen Kai'el was also blind, or rather blinded. As in not-born-with-force-sight blinded. Aadihr fount the idea of suddenly losing his ability to see disconcerting, only just now reconsidering how insensitive his blind banter might be.

Instead he got his bearing, scanning around the structure from where he stood, shifting the anchor of his perception from point to point for a more holistic view of the entire temple.

All things considered, it seemed pretty well restored - certainly could house and educate the Jedi - a boon, especially this far from the core.

"Well, uh, I suppose I've helped myself to the Grand tour already - let me know how I can best be of service." He responded.

He considered the merits of bringing Brander and Aris Noble to assist with a few lessons with the younglings.

Jonyna Si | Jalen Kai'el​

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Lothal
Tags: Jonyna Si , Aadihr Lidos

Delta-7, Lothal Jedi Temple​

"Don't let the younglings near anything they can draw with." Jonyna started off, trying to lighten the mood. "You'll do fine." She smiled, offering Jalen a small fist bump. He had been a padawan just about as much as she had been a knight, and yet she felt a kinship with him. "Oh! And learn to delegate. You have some local jedi to help you run things, yes? If not, I can offer the Service Corp trainees as such."

Jalen awkwardly returned the fistbump, having felt the gesture in Jonyna's aura. It was mostly aligned, only slightly crooked.

"I'd appreciate that," he stated. "I'm figuring stuff out slowly... admittedly I'm used to monopolizing medical tents to get stuff done quickly, so I hope this is a place I can improve."

"Well, uh, I suppose I've helped myself to the Grand tour already - let me know how I can best be of service."

Aadihr Lidos. He was easy to identify. Miraluka felt unique, even amongst humanoid beings, because their aura was distinct. There was a sort of recognition in their presence that both individuals were feeling each other, an awareness that they both could read the aura of the other. A subtle note in Force Sight missed by the seeing eye.

"I appreciate the offer, Knight Lidos," Jalen nodded. "I... must assure you there isn't any rush. You're free to reserve yourself until miss Azurine Varek has recovered... But when you are available I think there is a great deal that can be done. Students need instructors, the Lothal Protectorate needs allies to fend off pirates and other riffraff. I would be a fool not to accept your gracious offer."

His chest had loosened up a little, no longer as tight. It helped that the tone had shifted to be more casual. Not presenting to a good hundred or so people helped a lot.

"I know you can feel the structure," he continued, speaking from his own personal experience with Force Sight, "but perhaps you and Master Si would like to join me regardless? I find that there's something more to experiencing something with your hands... and I have a suspicion our Councilwoman may wish to see the hangar."

Venators were from a little before her time. This piece was an antique. An ingenious utilization that Jalen was very proud of.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

That Remote Place pt. 2 | Lothal Jedi Temple
Jalen Kai'el | Aadihr Lidos | Jonyna Si

The invitation to visit the Jedi Temple on Lothal had been received with heartfelt gratitude and quiet reverence. For Balun Dashiell, the timing could not have been more fortuitous—he was already on-world, his visit part of a broader return to places long etched into memory. Now twenty-three years old, Balun had once called the New Jedi Order his home, spending the formative fifteen years of his life within its ranks before choosing to walk a different path. He had not turned his back on the Force, but rather pursued a new destiny—one that led him into the realm of industry, following in the footsteps of his newly discovered family. As the founder of a starship retrofitting enterprise, Balun found meaning in creation and restoration, even while the call of the Force still stirred quietly within him.

Though no longer a Jedi by title, he had never abandoned their principles. The training remained a daily ritual. The discipline still grounded him. In truth, he stood balanced between two worlds: that of a tradesman and that of a Force-wielder—equal parts entrepreneur and warrior, protector and builder.

Lothal, too, was familiar ground. He had fought here during his time with the Tingel Arm Coalition, serving alongside figures like Jalen Kai'el in a grim campaign against the oppressive Empire of the Lost. The fields and cities of Lothal had once been lined with fire and sorrow, and Balun bore the scars of that campaign—some on flesh, many more in spirit. The Coalition had not claimed victory, but neither had they been defeated in vain. Today, Lothal breathed free once more. The Empire had been driven out, and the Republic—reborn and tempered by hardship—had begun to rise again from its ashes. For Balun, the sight of a liberated Lothal stirred a quiet pride and a sense of unfinished purpose.

As he approached the great circular entrance of the Jedi Chamber, the towering structure caught the golden light of Lothal's late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the temple steps. Draped in formal Jedi robes—an intentional gesture of respect—Balun carried himself with humble confidence. He no longer considered himself a Jedi in title, yet the Order remained a family in spirit. Their teachings had shaped him, their values were embedded in his core. He simply refused to wear the mantle, preferring action over affiliation. Some would say he still lived as a Jedi. Just not by name.

The murmurs of conversation drifted outward before he reached the threshold. It was clear the gathering had already begun. Late—unfortunately so—he moved with quiet steps through the entry and into the main hall, doing his best to avoid drawing attention. Jalen was already speaking, his voice calm yet commanding, and a few others offered their thoughts in turn. Balun slipped in toward the rear of the group, his expression one of attentiveness, as he tried to catch the thread of the conversation.

To his surprise, it seemed the Temple was still in the early stages of development. He had assumed it had long since been operational. But from what he could glean, this was not merely a ceremonial gathering. Jalen spoke with the gravity of leadership, as though he were preparing to take stewardship of the Temple himself. Was this event a celebration of the Temple's foundation—or a call to arms, a request for guidance, mentors, and guardians to rise once more? Was he being asked here as a guest… or as something more?

The questions stirred quietly in Balun's mind as he listened, the robe around his shoulders a symbol of a past life—one that, perhaps, was not as distant as he had thought.

"Speech".
'Thought'.

 

[Old Man Leonis]

Lothal Jedi Temple
Tags: Balun Dashiell

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

The questions stirred quietly in Balun's mind as he listened, the robe around his shoulders a symbol of a past life—one that, perhaps, was not as distant as he had thought.

"Lost in thought, son?"

Leonis made his way over to Balun and gave the young man a firm pat on the shoulder. Creaky and old as he was, Leonis was tall and a soldier. The strength hadn't yet left him. His bushy beard hid a lot of it, but the recently un-retired Commander in Chief gave a slight smile to the man that had once been a boy, fighting for the Tingel Arm Coalition.

"Been some time, soldier," Leonis noted. "Yeh don't look much like a lad anymore, lad. S'pose time does that to yeh."

The Commander in Chief was here for obvious reasons. It was good to mingle with Jedi Allies, especially those who had helped fight for his home. They were friends, and Leonis was nothing of not a gracious host.

Solarus would have wanted him to be.

"Commander Fynch has a grave marker near here," he stated, a slight somber shift in his tone. "He'd be proud yeh came around, Dashiell. That reminds me..."

The old man drew a pin from his pocket, golden and embossed with the Starbird of the Lothal Protectorate pressed into it.

"Yer a decorated veteran of th' Lothal Protectorate. This is recognition for yer service. Figured I'd come across a few stragglers I hadn't gotten a chance to recognize here. Yeh wizard folk seem drawn to each other..."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

That Remote Place pt. 2 | Lothal Jedi Temple
Jalen Kai'el | Aadihr Lidos | Jonyna Si | Old Man Leonis

Balun hadn't expected the firm grip on his shoulder—at least not from a ghost of the past. But as he turned, the weathered features that met him were unmistakable. That lined, sun-worn face, the ever-sharp eyes, and the slight smirk that carried both mischief and grit could only belong to one man. Old Man Leonis .

A wave of warmth and disbelief swept through Balun as he met the elder's gaze, a grin spreading across his face like sunlight through clouds. "Leonis…—chit, it's good to see you, old man," he muttered, his voice low out of respect for the gathering, but tinged with unmistakable joy. He clasped the man's hand with both warmth and strength, pulling him briefly into a comrade's embrace. They were survivors—two remnants of a war that had chewed up many and spat out few. The Tingel Arm Coalition was long gone, but standing here now, side by side, it felt like a flicker of those old days still burned on.

But when Leonis spoke the name Fynch, that joy dimmed.

Balun's smile faded, his eyes dropping slightly as the memories surged back. Commander Fynch hadn't just been a superior officer—he'd been a mentor, a steady voice in the chaos of war, and a friend. The Aquilian Rangers didn't operate like the rigid lines of a traditional army. There was room for camaraderie, trust, and even love between ranks. That made the losses all the heavier.

"I wasn't with him when he fell," Balun replied quietly, voice edged with regret. "I hope he didn't suffer." He cleared his throat, eyes shifting away as if seeking something—anything—to dull the sharp pang of memory. War left its mark on everyone. No matter the banners raised, the weapons wielded, or the ideals fought for, none escaped unscathed. The scars ran deeper than flesh.

A shift in movement brought his gaze back. Leonis had pulled something from his pocket—a small, gleaming object that caught the light just so. A decorative pin, likely commemorative. Balun's brow lifted briefly before his expression turned solemn.

His hand rose gently in protest. "Sorry, Leon," he said with quiet certainty. "I can't accept that." His voice held no bitterness—only reverence. "I'm not looking for recognition. As much as I appreciate it, my friend… better you give it to one of the families. Let it honor someone who didn't get the chance to stand here today."

He glanced back toward Jalen Kai'el, thoughtful and composed as if silently acknowledging how far they'd all come—and the weight they still carried.

A beat passed before Balun turned back to the old rebel with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "What are you doing here of all places anyway?" he asked, an amused glint in his eye. "Didn't think you were the Temple type."

"Speech".
'Thought'.

 

[Old Man Leonis]

Lothal
Tags: Balun Dashiell

Lothal Protectorate, Lucy​

"I'm not looking for recognition. As much as I appreciate it, my friend… better you give it to one of the families. Let it honor someone who didn't get the chance to stand here today."

"Noble, but yeh ain't stealin' valor from no one, son," Leonis insisted. "Th' highest honor to the Protectorate is fallin' in the line of duty. Yeh ain't steppin' on nobody's toes but yer own. If nothin' else, take it to remember. Everyone needs something to remember."

Leonis was nothing if not a stubborn man. It made sense in this instance. For over a hundred years Lothal had been a planet that placed a great deal of pride in military service. It wasn't the sort of thing he was looking to ignore. Regardless, there was still an event ahead of him, so there wasn't much place to linger.

"Here representing the Protectorate," the old man stated plainly. "Jedi are a good thing to have around. The lad who organized this place is a Lothalite, lookin' to reconnect with his home. Wants to make this place somethin' again. As Commander in Chief, I'm lookin' to prop up community service where I can."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery hadn't spoken during the speech. She had watched instead — from one of the alcoves that framed the Temple's main chamber, half-shadowed by the tall stone pillars and the play of morning light. Arms folded loosely across her chest, her expression had been unreadable to most. But beneath it was something steady and warm.

Pride.

When Jalen spoke, there was uncertainty in his voice, but also heart. Sincerity. She didn't need to see through the Force to recognize the quiet strength he carried. The kind it took to revive a place like this — not just in structure, but in spirit.

And he was doing it.

When the speech ended and murmurs rose across the chamber, Valery quietly slipped out from the shadows. She didn't join the growing conversations. Not yet. Instead, she moved on her own, letting her boots carry her across familiar stone made unfamiliar again by new life. Her gloved hand brushed along the smooth edge of a newly carved archway, the scent of fresh polish and clean stone still lingering in the air.

Hallways once dormant now hummed with energy. She paused at one of the classrooms, peering in through the open doorway — holoprojectors set up, datapads stacked neatly, a mural halfway finished on one of the far walls. She smiled faintly at that.

Everything felt... lighter here. Less bound by bureaucracy or burden. It reminded her of what the Jedi could be when given the space to breathe.

The way the Order should always strive to feel.

Open​

 

[Razh Sho]

Lothal – Jedi Temple, Main Chamber

The stone breath of the ancient temple whispered beneath Razh Sho’s boots as he stepped into the main chamber—newly unearthed and renovated but still humming with memory. Midday light filtered through the broken upper dome, painting long shafts of warmth across the polished flagstones and data consoles.

Jedi Knight Jalen Kai’el stood at the center of it all, gesturing to a projected map of the temple’s subterranean layout. His voice echoed with the energy of someone committed—young, earnest, perhaps still awed by the magnitude of what he was restoring.

Razh stood near one of the old temple murals, his arms folded calmly beneath the folds of his cloak. He was still, like a statue given thought. But his sharp grey eyes scanned the chamber with slow reverence—taking in the ancient angles, the new grafts of technology, the holographic scaffolding where wisdom and preservation coexisted uneasily.

Near him, slightly tucked into an alcove, Grandmaster Valery Noble remained silent. Her expression was soft, but thoughtful, as though she too were listening not just to Jalen’s words—but to the temple itself.

After a long pause in the young Knight’s presentation, Razh finally spoke. His voice cut gently through the space like a finely drawn blade.

“You’re rebuilding a place designed to hide in plain sight… and sing in silence.” Razh stepped forward, his hands now behind his back.

“The Lothal Temple was never meant to impress. It did not stand on Coruscant’s towers, or Tython’s sacred peaks. It waited—beneath soil, beneath stars—for those who could feel it. You’ve done well to honor that." He turned slightly toward the delegation. "But be cautious. It is easy to restore stone. Harder to restore purpose.”

Jalen Kai'el and everyone else