The Great Jedi Convocation: Sigma Station (Open to All Jedi - Republic, Silvers, Levantines, etc.)

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ This comes after discussion with leaders of all mentioned factions; bring as many Jedi alts as you want. Darksiders and so forth who ignore the Faction tag will have their posts removed.

IC/ To the Jedi of the Republic's Jedi Order, the Order of the Silver Jedi, the Levantine Sanctum, the Army of Light, the Jedi Covenant, as well as the Jedi of the Omega Protectorate and the Fringe Confederation, and all unaffiliated Jedi-

It's clear to me, and most of you, that the differences that drove you apart are not going away. Serious questions of allegiance, role, jurisdiction, and conduct have not been answered, and it's possible that there is no correct answer. But the search for a correct answer has led to stigma and othering, applying labels like 'not a real Jedi' to anyone who has come honestly to a different conclusion. Coruscant has been taken, the Jedi are at risk of becoming irrelevant, and I believe that what unites the Jedi is stronger than what drives them apart.

I would like to invite you, all of you, to a convocation, a gathering on Sigma Station in Omega Protectorate space. The system will be secure and well-guarded by a neutral party -- me. My name is Captain Jorus Merrill; some know me as the creator of the Mara Corridor, and the creator and former owner of Silk Holdings. I'm not a Jedi, but I've worked closely with Chancellors and Grandmasters alike, and I know that no matter what flag you fly, all of you are trying to act like Jedi and good people.

The station will have room for socialization, cross-training, healthy competition, and scholarship. The convocation has two purposes.

First, to see if it's possible for each of your seven major branches to acknowledge the others as valid.

Second, to ensure that any given region of space has access to Jedi of one flag or another. Most governments do not acknowledge Jedi jurisdiction. However, it's possible that, by taking stock of your areas of influence and what governments are willing to accept, we can make sure that the Jedi stand for the galaxy as much as for their individual flags.

This conference will not be about who is in the right on any given issue. It will be about agreeing that it's more important to ensure that no sector falls through the cracks again. If possible, we may even be able to match recalcitrant governments with Jedi groups they might accept, allowing some degree of access and even jurisdiction. A government which might not accept help from one Jedi group might accept it from another; we just have to find these opportunities.

This should go without saying, but no especially dangerous convicted war criminals will be permitted access to the station, regardless of whether they call themselves Jedi. At this time, that list includes Vilox Pazela and Matsu Ike. Otherwise, any Lightsiders who consider themselves Jedi are welcome.

I've attached coordinates and a loose schedule. I'm a facilitator, nothing more. Force alone knows you have more than enough to talk about.

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SIGMA STATION​

OMEGA PROTECTORATE SPACE​

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PLEASE TAG YOUR POST WITH YOUR LOCATION​

-Conference Room
Moderated by Jorus Merrill, the Conference Room discussion seeks to ensure that any given region of space has access to at least one Jedi faction. All voices are equal. Visiting heads of state may give short statements, as invited by the moderator.

-Grand Banquet Hall
Socialize, share tales, eat and drink in fellowship.

-Training Area
The Training Area has more than enough space, including private rooms, for Jedi to train in any of the powers of the Force, and meet Jedi teachers and willing students from many backgrounds and traditions. Jedi are training here, comparing techniques and honing their skills. A full set of Muntuur Stones is available, as well as other traditional Jedi training aids.

-Sparring Area
The Sparring Area has more than enough space for Jedi to engage in friendly competition, and meet blademasters of every Form. Jedi are training here, comparing techniques and honing their skills.

-The Cantina
Not sure where you want to go? The Cantina is always a safe bet. Have a quiet drink in a corner, swap stories, trade information, compare scars.

-Other Locations
Indoor garden, observation deck, medical centre, hangar bays.

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THE CONFERENCE ROOM​

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Leadership of the Jedi Order's seven branches would find assorted briefing materials, plenty of caf, and a nice big obvious round table with excellent chairs. Jorus Q. Merrill sat at the round table, dressed like the spacer bum he was, reading. One document served as a loose agenda.

• The Republic: Sponsors its own Jedi Order, welcomes all other Jedi factions. No attention necessary.
• The Mandalorian territories: Ember Rekali (retired Jedi Master) and his students are responsible. Might be amenable to allowing Jedi operations from the right faction.
• The Omega Protectorate: Ayden Cater is responsible; OP has its own Light Side Force-users from various traditions, including several former members of the Jedi Order.
• The Confederacy of Independent Systems: No Jedi presence, Lightsiders in the minority. Might be amenable to allowing Jedi operations from the right faction.
• The Fringe Confederation: Ashin Varanin, Spencer Jacobs and their students are responsible. Lightsiders in the minority. Might be amenable to allowing Jedi operations from the right faction.
• Black Sun space: Might be amenable to allowing Jedi operations from the right faction.
• Horde space: Hostile territory.
• Moross Crusade space: Might be amenable to allowing Jedi operations from the right faction.
• The New Order: Hostile territory.
• One Sith space: Hostile territory.
• Independent worlds: Uncertain Jedi presence by region. Coordination a priority.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Sparring Area

The sparring grounds had more than enough room for class work as well as one-on-one, and Je'gan Olra'en, former Jedi Grandmaster, was running a group of assorted Jedi through velocities. Some called them kata -- the preset sequences that taught students how to transition between maneuvers with proper breathing, focus, and stance adjustments. Velocities were the foundation of lightsabre instruction, and the one he was teaching was a good midgrade Makashi sequence. Difficult, but one could pick it up in a session. Yellow, blue, green, silver and purple lightsabres, and stranger hues as well, moved in unison as he led the class through the intricacies of Makashi fencing. From time to time they would pair off, find others to train against, or come to Je'gan with questions. Or even challenges.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Indoor Garden

Beneath the transparisteel-filtered light of the system primary, Boolon Murr played with budding flowers. His play was of a sort many might call boring; only the tiniest of color shifts and changes in attitude told of the flowers' increased health. But that's Ithorians for you. Ithorian Priests of the Mother Jungle, to be specific. His relationship with the Jedi Order had been, at various points, faithful and tenuous, culminating in a sojourn in Levantine space. Carn Dista had talked him into giving the Order another chance, and when Dista had left, Boolon had remained.

Perhaps, if this convocation went well, he would still remain. His little herd ship floated near Sigma Station, visible from this garden's viewport. Perhaps better things were to come.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat in the cockpit of his Rassilon-class custom a cloak draped behind him the young man sat nervously gripping the yoke of his fighter as he stared ahead coming out of hyperspace he started to slowly move towards the station. As he moved forward he slowly drew within himself focusing on what he had been through as he attempted to diminish his force presence to a point that he wouldn't get shot at yet. Yes he had been a Dark Jedi Knight but he had realized during the battle of Droumund Kaas that he was losing himself to the Dark Side maybe it was time for him to try something else. He remembered laying there dying and how it had reminded him how before he had been happier he had smiled and laughed and spent time with other people outside of combat. That had all changed after he left the Omega Protectorate.

As his fighter drifted towards it he realized that receiving the coordinates to this place was rather odd but he wasn't going to question it. Maybe here he could find someone who would train him in the light side of the force. With farther training he could enhance his abilities and maybe he could help those who he believed to be pushing for the right reasons. As it stood the young man’s hands were shaking as he neared the station he could already feel the presence of many stronger force users here and he hoped that if he was found out they wouldn't kill him. Landing the fighter in one of the hangars Aedan slowly climbed out pulling the hood of his cloak up to hide his purple hair the young man quietly opened the storage compartment on his fighter pulling out a small hold all that held some belongings and his lightsaber pike. Turning he started towards the exit to the hangar making his way to find a room that wasn’t yet taken that he could put his stuff in.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Cantina

He should really be at the conference room. He knew this. But as the second stein of beer discovered the true meaning of 'chugged,' Ember Rekali, quasi-retired Jedi Master and de facto watchman of Mandalorian space, realized that he was probably going to be late.

Anniversaries.

 

[Syn]

The one youngling read the notice to him while he sat there and Syn rose. He didn't really go out of his way most of the time, preferring to instead remain within the temple he and Iella has fixed and rebuilt on Tython but this could be important in the long run. He only hoped it proved effective while standing tall and walking to his bunk on the ship. His crew served a purpose getting him around and when Iella came around she could handle the piloting. He disrobed and stood in pants taking the Fell star, he had learned what it was thanks to the researchers in the silver jedi after he had given it to Iella to protect. The silver seven sided star with inlaid jewels shined over his chest while he put on a new shirt making sure it was visible. The chain set so it wouldn't be loose and able to be torn off easily.

TRAINING AREA

The station as he stood there without the robe on just the tunic and pant was an interesting area. Plenty of things going around and he expected there would be a great amount of jedi coming along... He wasn't sure who would be there but teaching was not something he was going to need to do. He wanted to hear the ideas and what was planned while providing if needed some advice.

 

[Ayden Cater]

The Sparring Area

One of the duelists was rather unusual. Heads of State didn't typically deign to engage in such public, mundane activities. But then again, Ayden was hardly your average Head of State. He flowed through the velocities with practiced ease, but kept working on them regardless. As the saying went, 'use it or lose it'. Despite Makashi being his preferred form of combat, Ayden knew well enough that he was hardly a blade master. So whenever opportunities like this arose, he gladly partook. It didn't help that he enjoyed his time out of the office.

Naturally, his well-known status resulted in a couple of others wishing to engage him in a duel. Seeing no harm in it, as both were considerably younger and less experienced than him, Ayden decided that it would be a good learning opportunity for them and goo practice for him. So he stood before the pair with an eased Makashi guard and let them take the initiative in the attack. His signature viridian blade slapped through the air to parry their blue blades as he began going through the basic guards and attacks of Makashi.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

The Conference Room

Jaxton walked into the conference room of Sigma Station, ready to represent his people along with Rosa Mazhar, or [member="Rosa Gunn"]. The more diplomatic of the two 'Jedi' had just married the love of her life, and one of Jaxton's best friends in Seroth Ur-Rahn, or Seydon Gunn as he chose to go by now. It was a powerful room, filled with Jedi Masters, some of the strongest men and women in the galaxy, almost intimidating, though Jaxton was far too experienced, and perhaps laid-back, to be intimidated now.

"First of all, as a member and founder of the Levantine Sanctum I'd like to thank [member="Jorus Merrill"] for arranging this meeting, as well as the Protectorate for giving us a well defended meeting place." He said, and gestured to the spacer in thanks, before giving a small bow. Jaxton wasn't normally a man who cared much about being 'proper' or 'formal', so the bow was high praise from the towering Zeltron.

"Secondly, I'd like to thank the rest of you for coming here and meeting with us. It has been quite the divide, but I believe we are civil and wise enough to be able to co-operate with one another and not hold ill will." He said, before turning around and picking up a large cooler, and putting it in the center of the group.

"As a gesture of good will, and faith in this meeting, I've purchased quite a bit of beer. I'm not sure why anyone would have anything else but Corellian Ale, but I brought quite a few different drinks in case that's not your preference. May this meeting be something we can build on, to help protect and grant a truly peaceful galaxy."

 

[Cathbodua]

MEDICAL AREA

"Ahhh" Cathbodua sat there in the darkened room as the droid operated... Or tried to clean as much as he could. Her eyesight was getting worse, her condition making the pale skin have red marks where the bright lights had irritated her skin. She had heard several jedi orders would be here and hoped for one purpose. Maybe there would be healers roaming around who could help them. The majority had disappeared from the order and left her one of the few knights trying to heal plenty. "Ahhh careful." She for a moment wondered if [member="Boolon Murr"] was here, if there was a healer who might be able to buy her time it would be him.

 

[Saki]

Sparring Room

The two men who were in the room brought her attention into it. It wasn't often one saw the Lord Protector and Je'gan in the same room, more then that well she wasn't one for being classy and the conference room she could go to in time. No sense in wasting her time as a master while she shook her hands, clenching and bouncing a little from foot to foot. "Well this looks like a fun sight."

 

[Nameless One]

Conference Room

"Master Ravos, the consumption of alcohol is most unjedi like. Tea should and is the preferred drink as it allows for helping a multitude of things. Calming, upset stomach from uncleaned processors and most importantly bitterness to keep you alert during meditations. We should have this meeting begin with serious meditations and preparations on why we have all come. We need to make a list of all the problems between the different sects that have formed and find the common links that connect us. Proper decorum." Serena stood tall and was the same as ever while her hair back in a tight ponytail and her poncho going down to her ankle as it closed around her covering from neck to toes with the boots. The zeltron disliked not having had enough time to properly prepare pamphlets for all with grievances she could have collected from a census of the jedi order. They might have had more then enough items to bring up for discussion.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

~The Cantina~

Gloved hands reached over past [member="Ember Rekali"], prying the keg and tankard away so another grim-faced fool with too much cheek stubble and trails of motley, silver scar-ticks could have his feel in turn. Seydon didn't know the drink's name; it poured out quick, easily, coloured like barley and Corellian-gold, dotted with small nano-meter mineral flecks. Tankard full, he pressed the keg back along the bar counter, dunked back and slaked until not a drop remained. Turning to Ember... He smiled, just quietly. An old Contruum taverna song began to bubble over the close air.

"~One tankard, two tankards, three tankards, four. ​

If you're feeling badly woozy barf your guts upon the floor.​

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~Five tankards, six tankards. ​

You look like a ghoul! Don't fall 'neath the table, tar your arse to your stool.​

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~Ten tankards onwards and your guts are like a stone. ​

Can't even see your prick, it's time to head for home!​

~The Cock calls at dawn's light - Damn he's bloody loud. ​

Suit up, fall in, attack and get well ploughed."​

 

[The End Narrator]

The Conference Room

Aaralyn brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she looked at the datapad and then up to [member="Jaxton Ravos"] as he offered the Corellian Ale. Her hand would rise and softly gesture. “No thanks...” Her gaze then shifted back down to the datapad before her, amber-red hued orbs gazing over each line as it passed infront of her. She had discarded the traditional robes of the Jedi Order for the time being, atleast while she was out and about in the Galaxy, traveling amongst the stars and attempting to recover artifacts. She opted for a more casual and comfortable look, a black zip-up short sleeve top with a grey tank top beneath, a heavy duty utility belt that appeared to have more gadgets and items on it than the usual Jedi utility belt and durable looking cloth or leather pants that weren’t too tight fitting. Metal boots clanked together as she crossed them at the ankles and continued to mutter as each piece of new intelligence passed before her.

She brought a hand up and tapped the screen, pausing the data feed for a moment. Her index and thumb finger expanding outwards to increase the size of an image for a moment. She would tilt the screen, left and right trying to get a better view as to what it was before placing it back down into her lap. A quick tap and the feeds were off again, scrolling through like nothing before. She had a direct line into some of the darker seedier places of the Galaxy and with that line she was looking for artifacts that were lost to the Order.

But for now, she was here on business. Something she didn’t think she would see in her lifetime anyways. Members of the different Jedi Orders, each with a unique perspective in their own right, together. Of course, Aaralyn was from the days of the old, when the New Jedi Order was just starting to flourish, days when only some of these people could relate to.

Aaralyn looked to Je’daii and raised a hand. “I believe we all have our different views. This is not about what is Jedi like or un-Jedi like. I’m here on behalf of Master Grayson until such a time she relieves me from duty." She quickly adjusted herself and put her feet under the table, her other hand dropping the datapad onto the conference table. “Every one of us are children of the Force. Mind your place…”

The hand she rose waved in place, she continued to speak towards @Je'daii"Even if she did, I've come here to share my own perspective, when we're ready to begin."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Conference Room

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"] got a grimace from the moderator as he looked to @Je'daii. "This meeting ain't about similarities and differences between Jedi factions," said Jorus. "Nor is it about imposing one's views of what proper decorum should be. Nor is it about whose place is where -- all voices are equal in here. Meeting's got a purpose, stick to it. Force knows you can go to any corner of this station to talk about what's proper in your eyes." He looked away from Je'daii. "Masters, you were saying?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan started out of his room and sighing headed towards the cantina if he was going to do something like this and hopefully not get caught he needed a drink. Walking through the corridors he kept the hood of his cloak pulled up and his lightsaber pike in hand using it almost as a walking staff for most parts. Stepping into the Cantina portion of the station he looked around his violet eyes flashing from under the hood of his cloak as he bit back a curse seeing [member="Ember Rekali"] sitting in there already. Sighing Aedan moved to sit down and order a drink his order in Mandoa as he waited for the drink to come he sighed and leaned forward the lightsaber pike leaning against the bar. Glancing to the side he noticed another man here causing the young man to wince and take a deep drink from the Correlian Whiskey set before him his hood falling back to reveal his violet ponytail.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

TRAINING AREA

As surprising as it might appear on first sight, Lady Countess Siobhan Kerrigan, newly ennobled by the Star Queen of the Eldorai, was there as well, sitting cross legged in a meditative position in the training room. The importance she placed on titles, the fact that she had a noble title now might hint at vanity and constitute one of the reasons why she had been a poor Jedi. Her relations with the Jedi Order at large and their beliefs had tended to be...rocky. Adril Tythorin, Eldorai Jedi Knight, her lover, mentor and role model, had brought her to the Order, though both had been terrible Jedi but brilliant fighters. After Adril gave her life to kill an elder horror she had drifted, lacking direction, purpose, before [member="Tegaea Alcori"] gave her one brought her to the Pyre, a mercenary company they had done much to make a power in the Galaxy.

A path, often fraught with blood, sweat and tears, that against all tribulations had brought them to the very heights when they both ascended to become its sole rulers, guiding the empire through a difficult time and crushing the Bando Gora before tragedy struck and they retired to Kaeshana. Now she was vice president of Firemane, the company her wife headed, her duty being to defend Kaeshana. Nonetheless she had been there at Coruscant when it fell, as she had been before at Metalorn to fight the Sith, though at that time the Republic and the Protectorate had not been on speaking terms.

Fighting Sith was what had driven her for more than a decade, along with Bando Gora and their ilk. Now, after having waded through oceans of blood - sometimes quite literally - she had reached the top she always wanted. The burning passion remained, though it seemed to have abated somewhat. She had no desire to formally rejoin the Order, for that ship had sailed long ago. Nor did she share their beliefs. She only followed Tegaea and that was it, but still she could support them if they were trying to make things right and reorganise.

Well, that and she could have some fun in the training room where she was seated now, not focusing on anyone else who might be there, fully concentrated on the task at hand. It was said that the Jedi Master Ferleen Snee once managed to both lift all seven Muntuur stones high above his head and proceeded to have them whirl through the sky in an unprecendented display of telekinetic power. Each stone weighed at least a ton, the heaviest over five. Grand Master Yoda had only been able to lift five after having passed several hundred years of age, so it was quite a feat. Siobhan Kerrigan had sacrificed almost every avenue of development in the Force for master of telekinesis. She had foregone pursuit of arts such as battle meditation, mentalism or healing; even her lightsabre skills had atrophied significantly over the years due to lack of training and use since she was not a duellist.

All for a mastery in the art of lifting extremely heavy objects and chucking them around. She had crushed bridge towers of battleships, torn down the Bando Gora's subterranean lair over friend and foe alike, force pulled a space station before it plummeted onto Fondor to unleash devastation, even chucked asteroids, though that feat had not been very useful and drained her, as had the preceding one. So she would try her hand at this. Concentration was etched upon her features, beads of sweat dripping down her back and forehead, heartbeat increasing slightly as she focused upon the enormous and ridiculously heavy stones around her. Simply crushing or throwing even ridiculously heavy objects came comparatively easy to her, all things considered at least. Gaining the focus for sustained levitation at them over an extended period was something she had struggled at for far longer, but then again she was capable of sustained force flight - and terribly eager to show off, being the prideful sort.

She opened herself to the Force and drew in an absurd amount of force energy, lapping at it. Power and aphotic energy rippled through her until it felt like she was bursting with it, her aura ablaze, but she willed herself to contain the energies rather than lashing out. After all, she did not want to make a hole in the training room. Presumably her hosts would not like that! Nor would the Protectorate, since it owned the space station.

Rather she maintained focus, sinking deeper into the Force. No longer focusing on the world around her, giving herself solely to the Force she harnessed its energies to manifest a powerful telekinetic grip. One of the stones was grabbed her, invisible fingers enclosing around it, unyielding and powerful, yet designed not to crush but to hold on and lift.

Into the air above her head. Another stone followed, then another and another. For a moment they seemed to shake in the air and it appeared that she might lose control but she maintained focus and calm. One might say that she was probably displaying more calm and focus than she often did in her daily interactions. Outside of the battlefield and training she was often insecure and moody, likewise driven to spontaneous outbursts of anger and rage. But in her mind there were no doubts about her prowess in the Force and especially when it came to telekinesis. She was probably a good deal more reckless and cocky when it came to those things than she should.

So her grip around the stones tightened, she flexed her bionic fingers and curled them into a fist before loosening her palm. Energy rippled through her hand and into the motion of keeping the stones in the air above her, then experimentally making them spin in the air. She felt like having a drink, calling the glass of water that she had set aside into her grasp, but that would have disrupted the action, so instead she focused. Held high by her telekinetic might the stones held still. With her mind she made another one, a very heavy looking one, rise, making it five. Her breathing became more ragged at the motion, heartbeat intensifying and chest heaving but still she concentrated. She did not just have a good punch, but also a ridiculous amount of energy, even without the sigil of hope, which for this task she was not wearing, since she wanted to fuel herself with her own power alone rather than draw upon a 'force battery' as an aid.

Focus. Energy. Will. That was what this exercise was about. When it came down to it, that was the essence of telekinesis.

Grip, pull, levitate...with significant focus and effort. Rinse, repeat.

Five stones. She allowed herself a smirk to cross her features. Taking a breath she drew upon her power and the light breeze of a wind swept through the air, making the stones whirl and spin around her above her head, at an increasingly fast rate. Making big things move somehow came easier than simply keeping them in the air and so she allowed herself to let a whirlwind give them a spin through the room before she dissipated it. She felt a strong and perhaps rather girlish urge to giggle at the sight, but again that would have disrupted concentration, which was vital. She called to the Force and it responded to her beckoning. In her grasp it often became a bludgeon, a hammer of power or a battering ram, which had earned her an appropriate nickname. She was dripping with sweat but nonetheless willed the stones to stay up, relaxing in the motion as she let the Force wrap itself around her. Organic and bionic eye were closed to allow full immersion, she was now ignoring anyone else who might be there in this room. Nor did she focus upon her more erratic heartbeat, her intensified breathing or how covered in sweat she was, all that no longer affected her, so immersed was she. When she was done the whole experience would probably have been extremely draining. But at present, so filled with power she was that she could not help feeling the equivalent of a strong rush, but better than the spice she had been so taken by as a gutter rat on Nar Shaddaa. It was energising, exhilarating, at present it made her feel indomitable.

Her will focused upon the sixth stone, beyond ridiculously large and heavy but then she had always liked challenges. The Chaos Goddess willed: Let it rise.

And so her grip enclosed around it, Siobhan pouring her will into it in an attempt to pull it up into the air. While still keeping five in the air.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Sparring Area
[member="Syn"] got an inscrutable glance. Je'gan had rarely gotten along with his fellow ancient Master -- but this was a time and place for unity, not division. So he bit his tongue, even at the ostentatious wearing of the Fell Star, and continued training the impromptu Makashi class. [member="Ayden Cater"] was dedicating himself, working hard and displaying a high level of competence in subtle ways. But Ayden was another Old Man. Competence, even high competence, was to be expected.

As the class went through the velocity again, he stepped aside to greet [member="Saki"], who he knew only by reputation -- she'd been an apprentice when he was Grandmaster. "Feel free to join in if you like," he said. "It's not a hard velocity to learn if you're solid with Makashi. You're the one who was taught Vaapad by Denko as a girl, am I remembering that right?"

 

[Jsc]

The Conference Room
Tag: [member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Karen was here to listen and never to speak. No doubt this whole meeting was a delicate Sith trap, but with Ayden present on the station; at least it would be a fun one. She had no idea who this mediator 'Merrill' was but the Lord Protector was known to have good taste. If only in hats and hand grenades.

Sadly, the security teams had stripped her of her personal armory today. No doubt her titanium belongings were being stored in many large crates as we speak. Thusly, the usually elaborate Peacock was attending in a simple black flight suit given to her by the Omega support staff. Wise and charitable, but dull. Bah. She could lament her lost vanity later, I suppose. This meeting was no doubt going to be fascinating. Sith Assassins or no.

Jaxton Ravos assumed her full attention however when she saw him in the flesh. It had been sometime since they had last spoken and she was practically beaming with excitement to catch up with him. To be polite, she simply smiled and offered a short wave in his direction. They could perhaps talk after the meeting was over. Ya know. If either of them had time or managed to survive the day? ...You never with these types of things. Like all good weddings and Jedi shenanigans; these things could usually go either way.

Karen blushed. This was going to be fun.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Cantina
[member="Seydon of Arda"]

Ember raised a stein to his old student as Contruum's melancholy old drinking songs rolled over him, through him. His eyes flicked up to the door as [member="Aedan Miles"] came in. "Welcome aboard, Miles," he said, hefting the stein. "You met Seroth? No, it's Seydon now, innit? Best knife and axe fighter in the galaxy, bar not a soul."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

TRAINING ROOM

Sigma station was massive, and Valeria had gotten lost several times looking for her Master. They’d been swept apart in the press, and now she wondered aimlessly between Jedi of all types.

Finally she entered what looked like a training room. There she noticed a woman sitting on the ground balancing rocks. That was good, typical Jedi behaviour, so Valeria watched, impressed by the control.

She could not see the other woman’s face though, so she waited to see what happened next.