The Assembly - Post Korriban [Open to all SJO Members]

[Sorel Crieff]

Korriban. Sorel had heard the news. In fact, she’d heard many variations of the news and it was fair to say she was unsure where the facts ended and the hyperbole began. Not that she was dismissing all she’d heard to gossip and propaganda – but she was here to find out the truth. Nothing more and nothing less.

She figured she would not be the first to arrive. Nor the last. And the other thing she knew for sure was that she was not the same Youngling that was full of vim and vigour and over-zealous ideals. One that had zero tolerance and nothing but disdain for anyone different to herself.

Nor was she the young Padawan that travelled with her first Master and had so many hopes and ideals smashed at his moment of death. At his moment of shame.

And it was fair to say she had grown since joining the Silver Order. The days of Coruscant and Ossus were behind her and she had become to accept others for what they were. It was a slow process but she’d matured. Today she accepted she was responsible for only one person’s behaviour – her own. She could admonish herself for lapses against the Code but every other Jedi had to face their own conscience. She still firmly believed that every death was a step towards the dark side – limited only by the fact that the death was unavoidable. Jedi that believed any different were only fooling themselves. It was one of the stages of falling to the dark side. She understood that now. But with understanding came a withholding of judgement.

That, above all else, was the difference between the little girl that was and the young woman that is. But they both sought the truth…so here she was.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TchHlLC80-w​

Having remained quiet thus far, Thurion shut his eyes while listening to the many voices filling the room. While some tried to remain diplomatic, others acted more on emotion than thought. Neither side of the argument was to blame for what had happened, and they knew that as well. They were all just venting, at this point.

Finally Thurion raised a hand, demanding silence from those gathered. His eyes slowly opened, and for a good amount of seconds all he seemed to do was look each of them in the eye. He let go of Coci's hand and took a step forward. "My friends. Ever since I took up the mantle of Grandmaster I've watched each and every one of you progress not only as Jedi, but as people. Some of you have stumbled and fallen more than once, but you all managed to pick yourselves up and learn from your mistakes." His gaze landed on [member="Connor Harrison"], before wandering elsewhere.

"You all know me by now: I'm a father of two and married to the most wonderful woman in the galaxy," he looked back at Coci with a warm smile. "Not only that, but I consider each of you a family member - brothers, sisters, even sons and daughters - and a family always sticks together, no matter what. What happened on Korriban was a tragedy by every account, and we should not consider ourselves blameless. However, had the Sith not arrived when they did this act of senseless violence would likely never have happened."

He began pacing the circular centre of the room as he spoke, by now risen to his full height with regained strength. "I did not give the order to commence bombardment, and I know neither did any of you. Miss Loulan acted on her own accord and as such she will face the consequences of her heinous actions." He'd completed a full circle before facing Connor once more. "Master Harrison, Harbinger of Shadows," he spoke while placing both hands upon his friend's shoulders.

"I task you with bringing Charzon Loulan before the Assembly to answer for her crimes against the people of Korriban. We will not become the vengeful killers that many are likely to view us as when they hear of what happened. We go on as before, and put this travesty behind us. The Sith now have a stronghold on Korriban - their most ancient homeworld - and are no doubt gearing up to reclaim more old Sith worlds." He offered Connor a nod and a smile.

"And we will be there to stop them, again and again. Because we are Jedi, and I call on you now to answer the challenge that these Sith have issued us."

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Claire Ouron"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"]​

 

[Connor Harrison]

Everyone spoke from the heart.

Connor had his arms folded, eyes watching as his fingers toyed with his beard. Emotion was high, and he stopped for a minute to take in the sight of all these Silver Masters and Jedi in the same room; something rarely seen these days under such dangerous circumstances.

Thurion took the floor, and spoke his wise, leading words. It had been over 10 years since that man had sat with Connor on the steps of the Rhen Var Citadel. They were both younger; one optimistic and one broken. Now, a decade later, here they were - battle hardened, settling in their roles as Jedi, and husband and father, and still going strong.

Then, the mantle was put on him to track down the fugitive Chorzan Loulan. Connor was humbled, relieved and thankful he could help. He would have traced her with or without approval if he had, but this made it easier.

"I won't let the Order down. I swear," he said, lowering his head to offer his respect to the man who deserved it.

He owed it to Thurion, and to the others, to bring the girl in alive to face her punishment. And prove that the Jedi wern't the butchers everyone assumed who acted without thinking.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Claire Ouron"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"]

 

[H3xle]

Dair stood quietly, leaning back against a wall as he watched the Silver Jedi Assembly. That he had been allowed to witness it felt like a great honor to him, and it allowed him to garner some news of the events he had missed.

Dair had been to Voss on several occasions in his past. His first time was with his former Master, Corvus Raaf, to attend the funeral of the Silver's previous Grandmaster. Since that point in time, he had returned mostly to travel between the Republic and Midvinter, the planet of his birth. The last time he had passed through Voss had been when he imposed exile on himself, and started a life on Midvinter to help gather his mind from the turmoil that had wrapped the galaxy.

The disturbance he had felt in the Force days ago had ended that exile. During his midday meal, he had received visions of utter destruction on a city that was scarcely precedented in modern times. That something had happened in the galaxy so catastrophic spurred Dair to abandon the life he had made for himself these past years on Midvinter. His personal fighter, Blizzard, was still registered as an ally, despite the apparent dissolution of the Republic, so Voss flight control let him land.

Now, Dair found himself amid many other Jedi for the first time in years. He wore his cloak over light steel armor made in Midvinter fashion, having long since lost or recycled his modern clothing in his desire to remain anonymous on Midvinter. At his belt was Winter, his Solari powered lightsaber, but all other weapons remained behind on his fighter.


[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Claire Ouron"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="connor harrison"]

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

The Masters spoke in wholesome, heartfelt and serious tones to themselves and the small congregation, but the misbalance and concern was clear for all to feel amidst the room. Young Auron thought back to the finale of the day of which they spoke, but the wounds, still raw, throbbed with a profound pain. Then the Grandmaster, elucidating and comforting in his wake, spoke clearly and concisely about the immediate future of their Order. As he did, Auron's mother placed a silken hand upon his shoulder, which he returned with a grim gaze. A moment of exchanged glances was enough to tell her that there was a wound within her son deeper than she could understand, for while she, too, was a Jedi - and felt the terrible wave of tragedy through the Force as many had done that day - she had not experienced it as her son had. Thought of his father returned to both of their minds at that moment, and what he could have done for the Order in this situation. Alas, he was lost too.

Auron's gaze returned to the centre of the assembly. He yearned to speak his mind, to ultimately repeat all that had been said by men and women far greater than he, but words did not come easily to the boy during these moments, and he wallowed in silence.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Claire Ouron"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Teynara Jeralyr"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]