The Golden Hour [TJO | Republic]

[Asmundr Varobalder]

On Board the Kenobi-Class Praxeum;
Ossus' Orbit
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The Jedi Auction had been a two edged sword. On one side, sacred elements of the Jedi culture had been bartered off to the highest bidder. On the other, the highest bidders had been most generous.​

One such reward reaped was the Kenobi-class praxeum that Asmundr stood proudly on. The command deck was cavernous and busy. The space Vikings impressive stature was rigid, his hands firmly clasped behind his back as he looked out the the starry scape of the sprawling galaxy ahead of him. A bulbous, green gem was in the corner of the viewport; seemingly glowing against its surrounding onyx canvas.

Currently, the ship was stationed above Ossus; picking up the last Padawans before they ventured into the celestial abyss. As per Grandmaster Grayson's instructions, the ship was scheduled on various hyperspace jumps throughout Republic space to prevent the ship being pinpointed and jeopardizing the safety of the learners on board. It also served a secondary purpose as a randomized drop-scout in case there were ships peppered throughout Republic heavens that weren't invited.

The ship itself was impressive, and resurrecting the romanticism of the craft from before the Graug infection. An electro-plated gold exoskeleton stretched around the smooth lines of the ship, and large viewing panes stretched from the belly of the ship to its hairline; providing the students inside a remarkable vision to the brightness of space. While it wasn't on a planet where students could draw on The Force, the current that wove through every life form was not inhibited here. In fact, it was almost more refined within the metal framework of the Kenobi-class praxeum. Additionally, throughout the ship separate meditation chambers were filled with various floras to make a superficial environment; though still beautiful and serene.

Asmundr was wholly honoured to be the commander of this ship, overseeing it's operations and how it interacted with the wondrous vastness that surrounded it. He was finally living up to the literal translation of his historic midvinter name: Divine and high guardian protector of light.

Idly, a heavy finger lifted to scratch his nose beneath the weight of the metal helmet that sat perched regally on his cranium. True, he didn't need any additions to his height (or wingspan), but it had been a gift. When he was a lad of 25 with reoccurring visions, his blacksmith father had crafted this suit for him from some fine metals he'd scoured the galaxy for. The helmet, Vorbalder Sr. had said, would protect him from the demons that infected his mind; and would prevent more spirits from entering and his son could work undisturbed. For another 25 years, that didn't happen. Today, Asmundr wore the massive metallic headdress as a memorial to his family. Plus he looked kind of bad ass, and totally Viking-esque.

With a blink of his ever-swirling eyes, the amber iris' rescinded slightly. The final shuttle had just entered the docking bay.

A few seconds later, the notification registered on the status screen. Asmundr nodded curtly. He was always right. He'd had over 100 years to hone his curse and modify it to a blessing, after all.

"I believe she's ready, lieutenant. Initiate the first jump at will."

Spoiler

There are six exclusive to the Jedi (Jedi Aces, preferably) wasp-class fighters onboard this vessel should ones want to write a Starfighter sequence

 

[Zion Krayt]

The Jedi Knight Zaren Bouqi was one of the first ones upon the training vessel. From what he knew about starships, this one was beautiful he supposed, what he knew about starships was little. His knowledge and care for starships was upon a low level. If they could transport him to where he needed to go, or shoot at what he needed to be shot at, it was a good ship, and he'd like it.

But this one had a look that was...Majestic so to speak. It had a look that no other type of ship would have. It was unique, and Zaren loved it.

Walking along the hangar bay levels, he greeted every single Padawan as they exited their transport shuttle, and sent them to their designated dormitories. They would be leaving upon this ship for days, weeks, possibly months on end. Learning, bonding and more importantly...Staying safe. They were moving temples for the Jedi, and perhaps that would give the One Sith one less reason to attack innocent life forms and planets.

Perhaps.

When the last ship landed, he greeted as much of them as he could before he started his journey up towards the bridge. He met several other Padawans along the way and conversed with them, spoke to them about future lessons, or just asking them what they knew about the history of the Galaxy and their Jedi Heritage.

That was until he came onto the bridge and he set his eyes upon [member="Asmundr Varobalder"]. A large black man being in armour that really did look quite badass. And he walked across the bridge, within his own set of hopefully badass armour and stopped right beside the Valkyri. He shared no words for the moment and just looked at the lines of hyperspace.

"Where are we off to now, Guardian?"

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

Asmundr didn't move. He rarely moved if he didn't have to -- he was too bulky to peruse lackadaisically at leisure. He did however, hear [member="Zaren Bouqi"]'s question although he didn't answer right away. The silence hung between them, suspended with the same science that kept the stars hanging in the sky. He was actually using this time to read the person next to him, to get a feel of them within The Force. There was a calm, stoic feeling about him that the space viking could identify with. He himself was quite statuesque in physique and movement (or lack thereof). After some of this comfortable silence, lips beneath the dark beard parted to reply:

"Where are we not 'off to', Knight? The stars are our sea and we are endless voyagers to their depths." This 'off to' business was part of that strange slang most galactic beings used to communicate. He would have given more of an answer, but Grandmaster Grayson had specifically entrusted the coordinates and randomized jumps to his confidence -- after all, loose lips sunk ships.

 

[Zion Krayt]

There was a silence in between the two sentients. It wasn't a silence that was uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact. It was a silence you could enjoy while you gathered your thoughts and sized up the settings around you. It was the sort of silence that you craved when you were deep in thought. It was peaceful, and when the Valkyri spoke, it didn't even feel as if he broke the silence. Rather, it felt as if his voice went with the flow of it, so to speak.

He nodded at the vague answer. He knew he wouldn't be getting much more than that at that point. He understood the reasoning why, he had figured it out while he was given the answer. No one could be trusted. Not after what happened with that Jedi Master. He would have shaken his head at his thoughts, but he didn't. Even if he had been told where they were going, it's not like he would have been able to communicate without being caught. You couldn't send or receive transmissions while in hyperspace, that's why you dropped out of hyperspace every now and then to make sure orders didn't change while you were upon patrol.

And because you were patrolling.

Zaren figured that the Force could have been used, but he never spoke to people telepathically. Only to two people, and that person was Grandmaster Kiskla Grayson and his first Master to direct him to his location when they had become separated upon a hostile planet.

"As you say." He said and remained quiet for the time being. They both stood there quiet for quite some time, and then he brought up the silliest question that he could. "If the stars are our sea, what would be considered a storm?" Not only was it silly, but it was probably stupid too.

[member="Asmundr Varobalder"]

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

THis was an interesting place indeed and Nico rolled her shoulders. The results of her cousin was laughable and she admired the ability to condemn and take what you wanted. It kept her humored while straightening the kimono with her hair going over her ears into a tight ponytail. Her aegis blades sliding on and activating with a duel of pops and snap hisses as she tested them. Walking through the ship though to meet with the guardian Nico continued to let herself take it all in before stopping and adjusting her bindings to make sure everything was properly in place.

"Oh I imagine a storm would be quite fun." Nico stood there with her arms crossed a little and letting the light gling off her eyes while the pupils dilated for a moment to let her take it all in and listen to everything needed. There wasn't anything important being said but might as well remember everything for when she was with her master. Iella might be busy but she had shown far more interest in teaching and helping the Kathoey while she trained. "Nothing more entertaining or more relaxing then a storm."

 

[Noriko Ike]

Noriko ran a hand through her hair as she looked in the mirror, this body was strange and while she kept up the dying for her hair. The blonde was strange to see and where she had shaved it for style brought a small grin to her face. She had been taught a few things to make the transition easier and turning in the outfit stood up straight. She was taller then before by a little and she was going to have some fun at least checking her gear and walking to join the others. Now it all came to a small head letting a grin play across her face and allowing the hair to frame the one side of her face. "Well this is looking fun."

 

[Anarya Drast]

Anarya sat silently in the back of the bridge, simple listening to the others and admiring the beautiful ship she was onboard. Her mind was taking in everything, as much as she could. But something else came to her. The Force wanted to show her something. Hopefully not Katarr... She thought as she opened up to it, allowing it to give her the vision.

She stood on Katarr, with Talli beside her. They merely stood there, doing nothing. He reached for her hand, took it in his own. It was cold to the touch. "You could have saved me." He said looking into her eyes. "You could have tried." His eyes seemed to blaze with passion. "I would have come back for YOU!" She flew back, landing on her back. "But you just watched me die." She shuddered, unable to do anything as the man she had moved known so well drew a vibro blade. She razed her arm to defend herself, but nothing happened.

She was back on the ship. It was over. I could have saved him... No. She had tried. He had told her he couldn't. He had left her. She knew that.

So why did it feel like she should have done more?

 

[Adonari Cinn]

Walking through hangar admiring

The vessel was extraordinary from the bells to the whistles. The thought did come to mind as to why the Republic had been given such a remarkable treasure but it wasn't something A'donari need concern himself with now. The time for questions seemed to always be later in the minds of his friends and allies. The Jedi Order even seemed to be pushing things off these days. The war of the past, once thought over, now continuing into the days of future was taking it's tole. Something inside the hearts and minds of all Jedi felt weak.​

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Still this feeling did not stop the inspection and admiration for the vessel and the fighters it was housing. Heavy slow footsteps moved the Jedi Master about the hangar while his attention was captured by the Wasp-Class Fighter resting. The framing and body looked like something that could move at will. Attention passed freely from one to the next as they were all in mint condition.​

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On the bridge present moment
[member="Anarya Drast"], [member="Noriko Ike"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Asmundr Varobalder"]

Double doors opened at A'donari's command. The bridge was clearly the place to be as he took in familiar faces of were now stationed aboard the vessel like himself. Curdious nods were given to all he met eyes with before his gaze was captured. Looking out at the flowing beams of light they passed in their current speed of travel was soothing. The scenery did not hold his attention. The longing of his thoughts took control. The calling for adventure had been on his mind when he boarded and remained with him. Would he let that information go to anyone around? Never. This didn't stop his hopes any. The comment from [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] captured his full attention.​

"Shall we let it find us or are we bold enough to do the searching?" was spoken through a sly smile. His question actually spurred him enough to look for an answer, "Captain what is our current heading?"​

 

[Arage Bao]

On board the Kenobi-class Praxeum​

One of the many Halls of Study​

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Once more I stood amongst the Jedi, this time on board of a flying Jedi Temple of some sort. If only the Army of Light had been in possession of something this beautiful, maybe.. just maybe it would have inspired us into a different path. It was a good dream, but a dream nonetheless.

In front of me was a class of Padawans, eager to study about the acts of War. Their young heads were filled with ideas of heroism and adventure. It reminded me of myself, when I was still young. When my hands were yet to be sullied with the bloods of thousands, if not directly than by command.

There was a weight on my shoulders, it reminded me of my sacrifices and of the consequences of my actions. After all this time it is a known quantity, comfortable in its familiarity. The silence was palpable, as the younglings waited for me to start talking.

Some were musing amongst themselves, trading jokes and quips. Making fun of this and that. Ah.. the ignorance of the young, I was but in my early twenties. But standing here, in front of them, with a straight back and my hands firmly crossed on my back.. I felt ancient.

Royce and Ardan stood at my side, as they always had. It seemed that even now, as a mere Knight. No longer in charge of an army, they still saw me as their General. A funny notion, but I allowed it. These men.. they needed something to follow, and I would give it to them.

The silence prolonged itself, until some of the paddies started to fidget. Murmurs erupted slowly, conspiring between each other. Why was Sardun quiet? Why didn’t he say anything? Was he perhaps mad?

Finally one of them collected some courage, and asked me directly.

“Master Sardun, is something wrong?”

I had been waiting on the question, hoping someone would question me. My eyebrow raised itself from the depths of my face, if the laws of physics had allowed it.. the eyebrow might have had the notion of skyrocketing into outer space.

As it stood, my left eyebrow had to satisfy itself with a pronounced angle which attracted all the attention to it.

“I was listening to the Force, but I could not help but be just a tad distracted by all the bees buzzing. I take it you and your fellow students are ready to be taught now?”

Dawn blushed, bowed very deeply and then stepped back into the crowd. Back into the loving herd of the community, protected from the Big Bad Wolf.

I gave them a smile, and then started speaking.

The lesson could finally begin.

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

"Forward." Would be the only answer to those that asked the direction ([member="Adonari Cinn"],[member="Zaren Bouqi"],[member="Nico Minuro Ike"]); "The charted seas are to avoid the storms, Padawan -- instead they direct us to the shores of the past to revisit and reinvigorate the knowledge that many haven't had the opportunity to appreciate in this dire time.

A most generous provision indeed." He afforded the party that had trickled onto his deck a glance each, although it didn't look as though he registered a single one of them. His eyes were constantly swirling, and in reality while he could see their physical, it was their respective Force Signatures that spoke to him in volumes. Their qualities were weighted, and threaded into a tapestry beyond their understanding; limited to the eyes of those in deep meditation and oracles.
"Use the time of this journey not to forget the war," he was reciting now what Master Grayson had suggested he say -- and dutifully to his pledge, he would obey -- "But to remember why we fight. To remember how we fight and to discover new talents to each and everyone on this vessel."

That said, he looked back at the viewport; cutting the conversation off so he could focus on his visions of the entire galaxy; enabling his precognitive prowess that made him such a trustworthy protector.

He would join them off the bridge later perhaps, when he got hungry. Until then, he was gatekeeper to the scheduled jumps and drops of the orbiting temple.

 

[Zion Krayt]

The Guardian spoke in riddles and Zaren's hands clasped behind himself as his helmet came up and over his head, concealing it from the rest of he people upon the bridge. He wasn't sure why he was going to be hiding his face, but he figured people would take him more seriously that way. He watched @Asmundr from the corner of his eyes and then he turned around to look at the others upon the bridge.

[member="Adonari Cinn"], [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] and it seemed that were the only ones upon the bridge. He supposed that was fine since a lot of the Learners would still be wandering the halls of the mobile temple. "I believe an introduction of all the Jedi upon the Temple is needed. Many of us will be here for months at a time, it'll be nice to get to know who you're going to be living with these coming months." He said. He decided that he would at least try to take charge, he was only a Knight and certainly 'outranked' by a few people upon the ship, but he was taught that all Jedi were of the 'same rank.'

The only thing that determined your rank as a Jedi was experience. That's why he valued everyone's opinion in the Jedi Order, at least when he got them.

[member="Michael Sardun"] - [member="Anarya Drast"] - [member="Noriko Ike"]

 

[Arage Bao]

The lecture continues…​

When they had asked me to give a lecture, one of the first, on one of their Temple ships I had been skeptical. I never saw myself as a teacher, I was a General; molded in the fire and blood of the battlefields. I knew how to inspire loyalty in my troops and keep the moral high, that was about everything I knew.

I mean, just think about it. The last time I taught someone a lesson, I dropped him in the middle of the jungles of Kashyyyk and set the metaphorical hounds on him. I ain’t sure if I am the right person to give lectures, but eventually I relented. They wanted me to teach them the basics of lightsabre combat, this was where I drew the line.

I looked the Master straight in the eye and said: “No. I will teach them what I have to offer. No more.” I will tell you, if veins could explode because of fury… well let’s just say that serenity wasn’t to be found on that day.

These kids.. lightsabre combat was the least of their problems. They had to understand, to realize the dangers of war. I ain’t talking about getting a laserbolt through your head, or chopped off limbs. Though… yeah, that’s a reasonable fear too.

Before I would teach them the way of the Sabre, I wanted to teach them life. Before I’d teach them to kill, I would teach them to live. The sanctity of life. When I stand amongst my brothers in the Order, I find myself disappointed. Too much strife, no respect, disorganized and a tendency to jump into the midst of the fight without thinking. They wished for blood, and forgot redemption.

These younglings.. I would protect them from that. I’d make sure their soul would be safe.

And so I talked, and talked and then talked some more.

At first there was disappointment, the kids wanted to see me in action. The Great General Sardun, he who had fought the Sith, when the rest just sat in their gardens and meditated.

Then there was boredom, and lots of grumbling.

Eventually, they came around. Started paying attention to the words beyond the words. To the actual meaning of it, and that was when the fun began.

@Everyone

 

[Konahrik the Forgotten]

Having recently been brought on-board by [member="Zaren Bouqi"] , 32 year old Konahrik and 15 year old [member="Anya Kalos"] wander the halls, searching for a study hall as instructed by Zaren earlier. Still, even within the vessel, Konahrik could not help but feel its beauty in awe.

As they walked, it donned upon him that he had never told the girl his name. Considering the fact that not only if it wasn't for her, he probably would not be there, but also that they were going to be students together, even if assigned to different masters, he decided he might as well tell her, so he brings up a conversation as they walk along. "It occurs to me that I never told you my name, child." He smiles, although his ever blocked gaze brought him to not change the direction of his face. "My name is Konahrik. My home was once in Mandalore, but I was neither wanted, nor wanted to stay there myself, so proximately 14 years ago, on the day of my eighteenth birthday, I left Mandalore thanks to a smuggler who got me out without too much trouble. I have been wandering the Galaxy ever since." He turns his gaze, but only at a very slight angle, towards Anya. "I owe you a great deal of gratitude, child. Were it not for you, I would most likely not be here today. Might I, in return, ask the name of my savior?"

 

[Anya Kalos]

Anya's vocabulary was expanding hour by hour. First she had learned planet, slaver, Varonat, off world. Then it was Nar Shaddaa, spaceport, Jedi Order. Now she was learning about ships, how they could feel as big as cities, how they could dwarf the ones she had seen taking off from and landing at the spaceport. This ship, she had learned, was a temple, a haven for people such as here who were new to the ways of the Force and to the Jedi. And she felt safe here, safer than she had since leaving home; it was in the air and all around. She had also, when she found a moment to herself, taken her glove off and brushed a finger across everything within reach. Not enough to receive flashes of memories - she didn't think she could handle them yet - but enough to get an idea of the emotions, to know that nothing bad had happened. Since then, she was keeping her gloves firmly on. This city of a ship was too busy, and those she saw, usually from a distance as she had taken to hiding whenever she saw someone else, were so much more knowledgeable about everything than she was. It was a little intimidating.

It was almost a relief to be reunited with [member="Konahrik the Forgotten"] as she searched for a study hall, a place of learning. Here was someone familiar, at least. She was content to walk alongside him as they both looked for somewhere to go.

Konahrik's introduction was bewildering to her; who, what or where was Mandalore? This was a question she knew she couldn't ask, as she was unlikely to understand the answer anyway. It was probably a planet and his home, so that was what she was happy to assume. Sooner or later she knew she would learn more than she had ever wanted about the galaxy, and so if ignorance was bliss she was fine with staying blissful for as long as possible, at least until she was a little more aware of what was going on. At least until she had begun her studies of the Force.

Ah, Konahrik asked her a question that she knew the answer to. Anya smiled shyly. "My name is Anya Kalos," she said softly. "I'm glad I could help." This much conversation exhausted her; she peered into the nearest room to see if it was what they were looking for.

 

[Konahrik the Forgotten]

Konahrik grew silent for a moment, lost in thought. He remembered as he spoke of his past the reasons he had left his no-longer-considered-a home, the reasons he searched for a master to train him in the force. What came from that was an overwhelming sadness, one that even training in the mandalorian military could not help him shrug off. He wondered what had brought [member="Anya Kalos"] into such circumstances, part of him desiring to know if her past was in any way similar to his own. He wanted to continue the conversation, but hessitated. He felt that this was not the time.

He finds himself embarassed as a near silent, but probably audible whirring sound reached his ears, knowing it came from him, from behind his mask, from the place that brings him the most shame. No longer wanting to speak at all, he instead feels the nearby area for the lecture hall.
Finally, he feels multiple presenses from two rooms over. Although he could not tell who was in the room, or even exactly how many people were in the room, he could only guess that was the room in question. "I feel the presense of more than three people in that room, just over there. I am not entirely sure, but I think that may be the lecture hall."

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Lecture Hall
Objective: Teaching beast lessons

The Jedi Knight was going to give a lesson about the Force, or something along the lines of the Force on that day. There was going to be a debate, hopefully, about the Jedi Code and the merits of following some of the lines such as; There is no passion, there is serenity. It was a good debate topic he supposed.

Walking down the hallway, he was heading towards the lecture hall when his gaze set upon [member="Konahrik the Forgotten"], and his Padawan, [member="Anya Kalos"]. The armoured figure that was the Protector of Tython kept on walking towards them until the lecture hall was the only room in between them and he beckoned them in side. But not before he beckoned them in. "Find seats, Padawan." He said, and once he blinked a few times, the helmet that was concealing his face retracted from his head and slid into it's position upon his back. The black cloak that was cast around his body hid the armour's movements and he lowered himself into a bow to the both of them.

The respectful Jedi thing to do.

And without another moment's hesitation he walked into the lecture hall and got to the front of the large room. He would wait until more students arrived before he began.

[member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Asmundr Varobalder"], [member="Adonari Cinn"], [member="Anarya Drast"], [member="Noriko Ike"], [member="Nico Minuro Ike"], [member="Lupe Baracka"]

 

[Lupe Baracka]

Lupe was far from a blind man walking. He was excited to sit and learn about the force, well, minimally. But how could the Padawan stay focused on that when he might have a chance to debate the stipulations and restrictions of the Jedi Code. He took his seat and stared at his Master.

"Why do Masters always try to formalize EVERYTHING."

Lupe thought these random thoughts. They were not to infract his respect, but he questioned EVERYTHING.

[member="Zaren Bouqi"]

 

[Konahrik the Forgotten]

Konahrik enters when beckoned by [member="Zaren Bouqi"]. Before entering, he bows respectfuly to the Jedi, whom after having helped a defenceless child, and helped him get off of Nar Shaddaa as well, and offering to join the order as well, he feels he may be able to trust Zaren, trust being something that, at least from Konahrik, is quite difficult to attain.

He had been researching about the jedi ever since they left Nar Shaddaa, curious about what it is he was getting in to. Everywhere he turned, mostly the same information; "Peacekeepers, defenders of the weak and innocent", this piqued Konahrik's attention, as it seems he may have at last found a place where he belongs, a people that could teach him how to protect the weak, the lost, the innocent.

When they, at last, arrive at what Konahrik could only describe as a massive, beautiful vessle, possibly capable of accomadating thousands in its gold-trimmed hull, he was told this was the academy over Ossus, where he and [member="Anya Kalos"] would learn of the force, and the Jedi way. This excited him, the first thing he did was ask about that which he was unable to find in more commonly available sources of information, he wanted to know more about the Jedi, what do they stand for?

Not long after that, he was taught something he would have to learn by heart if he was to join the order. The Jedi Code. It's known version, refined by Odan-Urr :
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.

as well as the version refined by Grand Master Luke Skywalker, many many years ago ABY:
Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
Jedi respect all life, in any form.
Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.

And now, Konahrik finds himself about to enter a discussion about the code and its merits. He wonders if the debate will continue, of if the lesson will instead shift to the force, or perhaps basic combat techniques. At this point, he is willing to participate in anything offered, he was there to learn, and learn he would.

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

Nico looked at the lessons being presented and... slightly cringed, she had learned from master Iella basics and skills and found no interest while turning towards her cousin. If anything they could share knowledge and teach each other what they learned from their masters as the time went until something interesting happened and or they found someone else to get excited about. "So how has your master been Noriko?"

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

TOUR OF THE STARS - LESSON I: COMMUNICATION AND GENEROSITY​

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While the lessons continued, Asmundr stood rigid at his post. With his hands clasped firmly behind his back, he stared ahead at the sprawl of radiant streaks that raced around the beautiful praxeum. Many had asked where they were heading, but he hadn't felt appropriate disclosing where their journey would take them.
To himself, he whispered a small sentence "A Jedi's training in The Force never ends."

Despite the insightful designs of the praxeum, which offered multiple facilities to further learning, there was only one way to truly engrain lessons into a student's mind: the art of doing. Part of Grandmaster Grayson's objectives for the Jedi, was to spread their positive influence throughout the galaxy while gathering knowledge of the universe that encompassed them. Her charts wove thorough patterns through space, even beyond Republic borders. The first area that the students and Masters on board would be touching down on, was a planet that had been deprived of attention.

The first lesson was in how to communicate and giving.

Metallos was a planet with a noticeable poverty line. One that had grown marginally since the Graug plague, when only the rich could afford remedies for the ill. Those that were poor and underprivileged were left to die, or resurrect the species' on their own. They had done it, with small success. Now, with The One Sith pushing the territory borders, The Republic was worried that the poor would be manipulated once again, and wanted to ensure that all those beneath The Galactic Republic's umbrella was cared for. It would also test how far a Jedi would be willing to go beyond their comforts, for the cities in the sky hosted many luxuries for it's citizens, while the dismal world below suffered in the mires of it's own ineptitude and circumstance.

A correspondence from Jedi Grandmaster, [member="Kiskla Grayson"] would reach out to all systems on the Praxeum. A holo of her silhouette with the instructions listed as follows;
Welcome to the Kenobi-Class Praxeum fellow students of The Force.
I hope this inaugural venture into the stars is most rewarding for you. I'm sure many of you are curious as to where this vessel is to take you -- and the answer is not a simple one. Ultimately, within the confines of this oribital learning facility, you will find yourself and your talents. You will become a Jedi through a series of charted lessons constructed by The Jedi High Council.

There are missions that need Jedi attention. The first is on Metallos, where the planet is plagued by materialistic division. Spread the knowledge of giving and generosity to the citizens to complete the list of objectives.

Task I: Attempt to bridge the divide between the wealthy and the poor by discovering a point of unification.
Task II: Provide medicinal relief to those ill in the lower cities (Medicine can be found on board. Healers, flex those abilities!)

This will not be easy. Some of you may be met with adversities; how you handle them will dictate the outcomes. Remember your teachings and apply them.

May The Force be With You.


[member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Konahrik the Forgotten"] | [member="Lupe Baracka"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Anya Kalos"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Adonari Cinn"] | [member="Anarya Drast"] | [member="Noriko Ike"]