The Golden Hour [TJO | Republic]

[Konahrik the Forgotten]

Konahrik felt he was having a hard time containing his exitement. First he finds himself amongst the Jedi order, to be trained in the force. Now he finds that his training is to begin much sooner than he had expected.
He remembered the woman in the holo-projectors from when he was researching. "[member="Kiskla Grayson"], current Grandmaster of the order, if I remember correctly." He took pride in knowledge, having been raised in a military family he came to despise, passing the death of his mother, he wanted to try and take the opposite path, and fill his mind with things other than battle, war, death, destruction, etcetera. "I must say, I'm rather exited about all of this, I was not expecting to begin so quickly." Like a child, unable to contain his words, he rambled on for a while, whether to himself, or to [member="Anya Kalos"] whom, without her help (and her new master [member="Zaren Bouqi"] ), he would probably not be there in the first place.
Finally, he appears to say something of relevance to the current matter; "These tasks will proove challenging, now that I think about it. . . At least, in my personal case, I cannot find memory of ever having done anything similar to the things mentioned. . ." After saying this, he falls into deep thought. Bringing a much needed break of silence. For now.

[member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Lupe Baracka"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Adonari Cinn"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Asmundr Varobalder"]​

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

Nico listened to the message and raised an eyebrow. Finding a point of unification between the rich and the poor was... A noble thought. She hadn't really seen it good in execution. Credits and death were one of the great equalizers and what fostered people to work together, a common goal as she turned to looked at Noriko. "Interesting." She remained standing off to the side avoiding the classes until at least one came along of interest. Whatever the grandmaster had planned for them kept her on edge while she checked the aegis blades on her wrists. Her eyes continued to flick over the other faces and rocking back and forth while waiting to begin.

 

[Kian Karr]

Ki'an Karr had made it to the ship just in time and was relieved to be able to take part in this amazing opportunity at training. He had come with the intentions of expanding his abilities in lightsaber combat, especially in his preferred form of Shien, but before he could begin this, he heard the announcement from the Grand Master. Fascinating! Ki'an had only left Dorin a few years before and his knowledge of the rest of the galaxy was forever expanding. This opportunity to learn about a new culture, a new world would be both eye opening and worthwhile. In addition to this he would be given the opportunity to help those in need, and there was no truer calling for a Jedi. Ki'an had only joined the Jedi recently and yet already he had seen more of death and combat then he wished. This would be his opportunity to put aside his lightsaber and get hands on with the needy.

Walking quickly through the corridors, Ki'an began to search out for those who were going to the surface. He would want to work with his fellow padawans and perhaps build on the relationships he had already made and make some new friends. Ki'an hadn't had much of an opportunity to get to know many of his fellow padawans and he saw this as an additional opportunity to get to know them. Walking around the ship, Ki'an wondered who he would run into.

 

[Anya Kalos]

Wealthy. Poor. These were foreign concepts to one such as she, who had grown up in a close-knit tribe where everything was shared; where if you needed, someone else would give. The notion of hoarding all one's material possessions when others were in such dire need did not sit well with Anya and yet, hadn't she seen this before? On Nar Shaddaa, the world that had led her to the Jedi, she had seen it every minute. Rich people striding past in exquisite clothes, ignorant of a girl with nothing. It had never occurred to them to open their eyes to what was going on around them. For some people, she had very quickly seen that their worlds revolved around themselves, and other people barely factored.

How, then, to find a point of unification to bridge this gap? What could possibly matter to rich and poor alike? Anya furrowed her brow, lost in thought as she mused on the correspondence and the tasks that lay ahead. This represented the first step on the path to becoming a Jedi - the second, if you counted the initial decision to accept [member="Zaren Bouqi"]'s offer to join with them in the first place - and she would not, could not stumble now.

Perhaps an idea would strike when they reached the world, Metallos. She couldn't expect to go in with a plan, not when she didn't know what lay ahead. All she could do was try and uphold what she knew of the Jedi values and learn, always learn, what lessons the universe had to offer.

 

[Kian Karr]

[member="Anya Kalos"] [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] [member="Konahrik the Forgotten"] [member="Asmundr Varobalder"] [member="Anarya Drast"]

Ki'an rounded the bend in the corridor and came across [member="Anya Kalos"]. He had never met her before and thought it best to introduce himself. Pulling his hood back to reveal his features he walked slowly towards her. Ki'an had to be careful with those he didn't know, as the Kel Dor appearance was sometimes considered intimidating. Projecting warmth into the force, Ki'an clasped a hand across his chest and bowed slightly.

"I am Ki'an Karr, it is a pleasure to meet you." Ki'an said as he scanned the area. He would need to get a shuttle to the planet so that he could embark on the mission given by the Jedi Grandmaster.

 

[Adele Adonai]

Medical Bay
Healers Quarters

While others would be wandering the various areas of the ship, Jedi Knight A’dele Adonnai would be quietly meditating in the small Ithorian garden at the center of the Healers Quarters. She would be sitting seiza style, dressed in her Voss Mystic robes as she quietly let the Force flow through her in her deep meditation.

Silence, clarity, and introspection were paramount for a healer, and in this she would practice it daily. It was the only way for her to keep a reign at darker thoughts that would percolate in the deep recesses of her mind.

It was a constant struggle, one she could only keep at bay by continually focusing on the mantra of the Jedi Code.

 

[Noriko Ike]

Noriko looked at what was on the screen more keeping her arms crossed, she gave little care to thinks and was preferring this serenity through indifference. That there were little things being taught of interest on the ship only made her standing with her cousin a thin. When they got on the planet it might be easier or maybe they would just navigate through the rest of the stuff until someone interesting started teaching a class. She spared a thought about her master and gave a nod of her head in enjoyment while he was off fighting.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Morello System​

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As the ship entered the atmosphere of the divided planet, another smaller shuttle left it. Without communication through transmission, but rather a direct alert sent to the guardian of the Praxeum, the shuttle zipped toward the underbelly of the golden school. The landing prongs extended from the RZ-1, and the engines whirred down to silence. With a well-practiced dance of her fingertips, the canopy released its seal and sprung open; making itself ajar enough for the long-legged Master to stand without bumping her head.

Within seconds, both feet were on the ground.

If one didn't know she was The Grandmaster of an ancient organization, one wouldn't have expected it. She was young, and quite attractive. Due to her time spent in space or in political chambers, her garb was outfitted more appropriately to a spacer rather than a monk. The only thing that could visually suggest she were a warrior of The Force, were the lightsabres crossed against her lower back.

To shake off her helmet hair, Kiskla ran her fingers through her hair as she marvelled at the activity in the praxeum's hangar. Her timing meant she could see the amount of students filing into shuttles to depart for their first mission. One they would most likely fail on, as the struggle between wealth and work had never truly been bridged. If they didn't succeed this time, however, it would just add to the lesson, and not detract from it. There was nothing a Jedi could do other than learn, and lend themselves to the galaxy's needs.

Still, she was here to offer a hand to those willing to learn. While most of the students would impart on this mission, the first of a series, there would be others still onboard spending time with trainers. One such student would be [member="Jy'aad Evliar"]. Of course, he didn't know just who his teacher would be, but he did know what he would be learning. Considering it was not a lesson where things would go untouched, Kiskla navigated beyond the hangar and (mostly) undetected through the halls until she reached the left wing with the more robust training rooms.

She had an appointment here -- the Padawan would meet her.

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

ENTERING MORELLO SYSTEM​

COMMENCE MISSION I

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With the announcement of their arrival broadcast over the loudspeaker, the teachers onboard the Praxeum were assigned to assemble the students to the designated shuttles in the hangar. Once each shuttle was full, they would depart. Like an anchor, Asmundr stayed onboard the Praxeum while the more able-bodied Jedi did good for the galaxy.

[member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | @Ki'an Karr | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Anya Kalos"] | [member="Konahrik the Forgotten"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Lupe Baracka"]

 

[Zion Krayt]

He had been teaching Force theories all morning, and once the time had come for the purpose of this Praxeum had come to pass, he had ushered the students through the halls towards the hangar bay. His armoured boots connected with the metal of the floors, and he lead them through the halls. He had took note of his Padawan, [member="Anya Kalos"], and her apparent companion, [member="Konahrik the Forgotten"], and he was going to make sure that Konahrik was going to find a Master to be assigned to.

Once the entered the Hangar Bay he ushered them into the furthest shuttle, and then turned off to help other teachers and Masters to bring students onto the ships. There were many of them, and plenty were going upon this supposed mission. And once his job had been done, he turned on his heel and headed back into the shuttle and looked over the students that he recognized.

Once he had done so, he bowed once to all of them, and greeted them with, "are you prepared for this mission?"

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

Nico looked at the shuttles while she moved and shrugged. "Eh what do you want to do? Our masters are off fighting all we really got in possible boredom." Nico looked up at the tall woman who had been her cousin and she raised an eyebrow listening just barely to the others that might be there. Her hands twitched while taking a seat and tapping her fingers on the seat while she hummed to herself more in amusement and enjoyment of the situation. "Ah hell at least it can't be any worse... There isn't someone giving speeches always disliked those."

 

[Kian Karr]

Ki'an heard the announcement concerning the shuttles and quickly made his way off towards the hanger bay, bowing respectfully to the other padawan as he went. He wasn't sure how he would help the people of Morello yet, but was hoping something would come to him once his feet were on the surface of the planet.

Arriving in the hanger bay, Ki'an looked around to see who else had arrived. Seeing he was the first to make it to the hanger bay, Ki'an entered the closest shuttle and awaited his trip to Morello.

 

[Noriko Ike]

Noriko looked down and at the others while giving a shrug just filing in. There were worse things one could do for a mission and it wasn't like she was worried. "Meh my master did say try to help people so could be worse. While he fights on Teta I'll do as he asked enough to have it be my duties." She looked at the other padawans and didn't really give much other indication of their skills. Her saber staff gripping in her hands while just looking over and down at Nico. "Besides cousin.... could be worse. At least we can recall several books when we get bored."

 

[Jy'aad Evliar]

Jy'aad walked the praxeum halls that morning with a bit of hesitation in his mind. Today the Aamaran began his training in Form III; lightsaber combat wasn't his strong point, given the vulpine Padawan's aversion to violence, but he chose Soresu for the very reason that it was not an overly aggressive style, unlike Vaapad or Juyo. Looking up from his pondering, Jy'aad found himself in front of the training rooms. Looks like my teacher got here already...

Not really one for talking unless acknowledged, he stood a respectful distance from his instructor: a younger lady, who looked like she had just gotten out of a star ship, wearing two lightsabers across her lower back. So... When do we get started? he thought, not without some hesitation, waiting for the lesson to begin.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

When one is attuned in The Force, you don't miss much when it comes to the introduction and dismissal of Force Signatures. Even less so when there are visual cures, such as the arrival of [member="Jy'aad Evliar"]. Kiskla had been waiting patiently, occupying herself by levitating the hilt of one of her blades, taking the pieces apart mentally so all three crystals could be viewed by her naked eye. At the time of the Padawan's arrival, it was slowly clinking back together to reassemble.

"You must be Padawan Evliar." The Kiffar spoke. She'd read his file before agreeing to train him. "You can't expect to begin the lesson from the doorway." Kiskla indicated with a nod in his direction, coaxing the lupine to apprach nearer.

"I'm Master Grayson, here to respond to your request for Soresu training." The lightsabre hilt returned to normal, and dropped to her open palm. She weighed it for a moment; "Tell me what you know already of form III."

 

[Konahrik the Forgotten]

Konahrik was unsure of how things will progress from here on, nor which path would be best suited to complete the mission. As a child, he was always kept in solitude, never allowed outside, not even for his studies. His father was wealthy, but he didn't know what that meant at the time. After his mother's death, he was placed in the military, where wealthy or poor didn't exist. Instead, it was survival of the fittest, be the best or die, simple as that. After he left Mandalore, he had money, but again lived in solitude for the most part, he was able to observe the wealthy and the poor, but he never had any interactions with any of them. This leads him to ask himself some questions, some obvious, some not such as; What is the biggest difference between the wealthy and the poor? Why do they find themselves separated? Why do they not help eachother? What could he use as a point of unification?
In the end, however, Konahrik decided he would figure this out once they had reached the surface. And wouldn't you believe it? Just as he had thought so, the students aboard were called to the shuttles for landing procedures. He had decided to remain close to [member="Anya Kalos"] since she and [member="Zaren Bouqi"] were the only two on the ship he knew and for the most part trusted up until now. Following Zaren's orders, he boarded the furthest shuttle along with the others. He waited patiently for a while, then Zaren returned to greet the students.

"Are you prepared for this mission" was his greeting. Konahrik answered;

"I do believe I am." Before he went on to the next student, however, he made sure to call out before forgetting. "Master Zaren, before I forget... I owe you as much as I do Anya. I realize you were only doing your job, but little is changed from the fact. Without the two of you, I would not be here yet, or even possibly at all. I realize I came off as one who couldn't be trusted. Especially on a planet as torn as Nar Shaddaa... I do plan on earning your trust, as I feel you have already earned mine." He respectfully bowed to the knight, and prepared to get moving.

 

[Adele Adonai]

The announcement would prompt the flutter of Adele's lashes, revealing ice blue listless eyes in contemplation. A moment later, the Iridonian would gracefully and slowly rise from her seiza position. The sting of a rush of blood in quickening circulation would be a familiar, and welcomed sensation. The uncomfortable meditation position gave her the ability to focus through the small bit of pain. Long years of partaking in such a meditative stance have allowed her to sit for relative hours in that position, and have granted her an ability to quickly and deeply focus her concentration while meditating.

Now on her feet, she would smooth down her robe. If she recalled correctly, she was assigned to shuttle three. In short order, Jedi Knight Adonai began to make her way towards the hanger area.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Door slid open. Metal past metal. Swooshing sound. Footsteps. Headache. Armor. Gun on his back. Overstimulation. New Ship. New squad. New tattoo pains. It itched. It burned slightly. It had stopped bleeding a few hours ago. It was on his neck, it was a knife through the Sith Order symbol. Fun fact: Kaiden spoke, read, and could translate Sithese. So, naturally, there was an inscription in Sithese beneath the symbol.

"Death is their option"

Fun fact: There was a mean grim reaper crushing the Sith Empire crest on his back. So basically, the tattoo was saying that Kaiden wanted to kill a lot of Sith, Sith related people, Sith merchandising, Sith factories, Sith Knights, Sith Lords, Sith Padawans, Sith secretaries, Sith aid staff, Sith hotels, if it had something to do with the Sith- DEAD. He wanted it DEAD. To what the Havoc squad commander was doing on this particular ship? Right now, drinking. Drinking a *lot*. Something that he had picked up from Lan, his old Commander. Eased the burdens of being in Havoc, dealing with all the crap they had to deal with over the years. Death, losing all his friends, losing his love, rejection, all that jazz. He sipped at his beer, leaning against the hull of the ship. [member="Kiskla Grayson"] was teaching something, and Kaiden was just observing.

He was reminded of what Steph said once....
Jedi are friggin weird.

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

Well that was a plus and Nico waited for them to head down, hell she was waiting for them to do anything while others filed in or just stood around. Letting her contentment and boredom get the best of her while she sat there leaning against the side of the ship. "yahhhhhh" She gave a yawn and spoke relaxing herself in. "Wake me when we get there."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The Gypsymoth slotted into one of the Kenobi praxeum ship's cavernous bays. Jorus took a moment too long to let go of the controls, to lean back and unbuckle. His mind was elsewhere; he'd flown the last light-second without awareness. The delay betrayed to him the full extent of his state of distraction. With a grunt, he stooped to slide a toolbox out from under the pilot's seat, then rose and picked it up.

All around the YV-929, Jedi were boarding sleek fighters and Turhaya transports. This ship had Ayden Cater's fingerprints all over it, and Jorus had served enough years aboard Omega ships to recognize the signs. Few of the Jedi paid him any mind, a spacer without a lightsabre, just carrying a toolbox into the praxeum ship's internal chambers. He asked around for the Grandmaster and got some directions; toolbox in had, he ventured farther into the sanctum sanctorum.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]