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

[Syn]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Syn perked his head up and looked at Ashin while staying near Vulpesen. He knew the planet she was talking about and stepped forward a little more to stare more at Ashin from behind his sash looking for deception. He wanted her to be lying.... almost needed it and couldn't find it, even with his senses trained on her. With everything searching for a lie he couldn't find it and just gave a nod. "Going to such a planet is a gift some would say Lady Varanin and while it pains me honoring your request is something I shall support. I wish you peace." He remained still, just letting the people around speak if they needed to but for one who saw through the force this wasn't an easy thing. He trusted if nothing else the five and flicked his senses to [member="Iella E'ron"] who had been there when it happened, had walked upon the world. "While I believe the silver jedi have the best intentions I will only offer my experience in saying Master E'ron that you should honor her request."

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Well, papa was missing out. It made Ibaris sad, but only a little bit. Just a little bit, because mommy started walking and everything was fun again.

Making mommy walk was always fun. It was nice, slow, stuttered swinging, and mommy often obliged. It didn't occur to her that one day she would be too big for this action, and that one day mommy might have to say no, but until then, mommy continued to say yes to the 'walk', no matter how silly it made her look. Something about 'pickling your batters'. What did that even mean? At any rate, Ibaris would enjoy these little things while they lasted, blissfully unaware of such concepts as 'taking things for granted'.

It wasn't until they were in the Cantina again that the girl had a look around, which caused her to look up at mommy all confused. Wasn't she just in here? And if so, what was the point of calling her out, if only to go back in again? Oh well. Mommy was distracted with trying to say hello to someone she couldn't see from her even shorter than usual, leg-curled vantage point. And then mommy shook her off.

Well, that was the end of it. Maybe mommy's leg was tired? But she was being picked up, and that was okay, too. Ibaris nodded, and looked around the bar. Was that white-haired man still here? Oh, anyways.

"I found this place, and a nice man with long, white hair, and he gave me chocolate milk in a bunch of little glasses," she said, nodding insistently, "and he said he was..."

Her brow crinkled, as she thought, trying to remember the word the white-haired man had used.

"...he said he was soused, and he called me an Angel of... Issalick?"

She looked at mommy's face.

"Mommy, what's 'soused'?"

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"] [member="Shalla Horizonis"]

Jessie sat there with the one twin and relaxed watching what was going on in the small cantina... Commotion and some things of interest but staying away from the people there was more or less a goal now. He had bridged the gap between Tythonian and Silver jedi no need to get greedy when there was booze to drink and revelry to be had. These were jedi and tales of their deeds could be said or sung, or in some cases just remembered. "Well I do try and keep everything in check and after today I have some good reasons to impress."

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

[member="Jessie Volt"]

Giving Jessie another one of her spacey play winks, "I hope not to much in check I always enjoy a bit of fun once in a while. Beside all work and no play could end up like my sister. All work all the time...those smelly books she brings home.", lending in closer to him as he could smell her much better now. "If you ask me she needs to lighten up a bit. " , giving herself a smile.

"Your loads of fun, the best patients I have nurse back to health in a while.", giving another little playful grin of hers. Finding her drinks brought back to them. Taking a sip of the sweet drink. It was so taste on her lips that forgot what she was saying. "Yea between me and you my sister really needs to find a man, that could will show her how to have fun.", letting go of a small giggle.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

The black tee of Skye's visor would follow Ember as he staggered down the hall, the buy'ce gal he sang resonating down the long corridors with a melancholy air. It would be tinged with sorrow, but that wasn't all that it entailed. No, it was in memory, as all shanty's were to an extent.

Her red cybernetic eyepatch would wander over him, as she'd follow suit. It was an emotion she could very well relate to. For kin and friends she knew were long gone, but the burning lingering desire to see them still. Regrets. Mistakes. Guilt. All of these along with the memories of long past would all blur into one heartbreaking desire to dull the pain.

So when one knee went thudding into the ground, Mertaal's hand would appear to wrap round his forearm again. When he went bracing against the wall, singing an inconsistent dribble, she would lend him her strength.

He was in no state to go to the conference.

"Come on Rekali," she would utter out, giving a passing nod in greeting to [member="Kitt Solo"] after she'd bumped into Ember. "Let's take you home."

She would attempt to bring him to his feet, pulling him up from the wall and encouraging him to stand.

"Ordo will do the conference."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Skye Mertaal"]

He allowed her to pull him to his feet with a scrape of beskar on bulkhead. His armor left wavering scrape-marks on the durasteel, courtesy of a Mohs differential higher than the average Jedi IQ. "I'm good,' he said, eyes closed, and leaned back against the bulkhead for a second. "I'm good to walk. Ordo can be -- Ordo can do it. You're right."

With a sound like trees creaking in the wind, he shoved his stiff joints away from the bulkhead. "Which way's my ship? Pretty little frigate like a blade or a sailboat, Coronet she's called, beskar all through her. The song, song I was singing. Women and ships. Ain't about leaving a woman though it feels like it to sing it. 'Bout leaving a ship. Women and ships, Mertaal. Home an' freedom -- that's why a ship's called 'she.' Home an' freedom."

 

[Skye Mertaal]

[member="Ember Rekali"]


A snort of mild amusement would come from Mertaal's voice modulator as she helped him to his feet. "Few ever think I'm right." she would say in a lighthearted quip.

"That so?" she would say, a faint bit of pressure at his forearm to guide him towards the direction proper that would lead to the hangar bay.

Hopefully.

She'd let him go, then keep up with his slow staggering pace were he to start walking. "Home and freedom? I've heard it's because a ship can be as ornery as a woman." would come her quip. Keeping him talking and alert is what she'll need to get him to his ship. The Coronet was it? Behind her helm her brows would scrunch into a frown.

She'd yet to see it for herself, so here's to hoping they would be able to find it. Pretty like a sailboat or a blade.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Skye Mertaal"]

Now came one of the great downsides of Master-level specialization in what some called the Control aspect of the Force.

He couldn't stay drunk for long.

Oh, he would still be thoroughly intoxicated for a good while, incompetent at fighting and Council business both, but falling down and hallucinating were in the rearview already. He plodded along with Mertaal through the immense station's docking rings, past Jedi ship after Jedi ship, vessels of all descriptions. "No home nor woman nor starship ever lacked its snags, but few enough're men who'll curse their ships and mean it. A good ship keeps you safe an' warm in the dark, works the storm with you, takes a hit for you. A good ship squeals and squalls, but answer when she calls an' she'll only wreck your ears when she needs it. A good ship'll take you through places and times you never seen nor lived, show you everything out there's as beautiful as can be. A good ship's a woman, right enough."

He rested against a viewport and looked out down a docking pier at the bladelike shape of the Coronet, at once hard-edged and gently curved. "And her lines, Mertaal. The lines on her."

 

[Skye Mertaal]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

The bounty hunter would come to a slow stop beside Rekali, watching him through the dark tint of her visor. Slowly, her hands would reach up, coming to unlock the seal at her neck of her helm. Thick long coils of seemingly black hair would come tumbling down, flanking her face as she removed it, revealing a heart shaped face that very few ever had a chance to see.

The cybernetic eyepatch was attached over her right eye, but the left appeared to be a pale silvery hue. A close enough inspection for one wanting to get up close and personal with the Bounty hunter would reveal a thin raised circlet around the iris, clear but artificial.

No artifice would be on her skin, the dim light overhead casting shadows over her face. With a small thunk, she would rest her helm against the railing, musing to herself over Ember’s words about a ship being a home.

The Coronet was a beauty alright. Not one she’d pictured Rekali calling a home, but it suited him. It suited him just fine. Fully plated in beskar, with wear and tear that would suggest it was a retrofit from an old design rather than new. There was beauty in it as much as an edge. Hardy.

The faintest of smiles would curl over her lips. His words had stirred something [member="Jonathon Patches"] had told her long ago. A woman and a ship. A home. Love. And the first rule of flying.

“She’s a beauty,” she would say in complement, her profile to him as she let her gaze wander over the Coronet.

“A good ship'll take you through places and times you never seen nor lived, show you everything out there's as beautiful as can be…” she repeated softly, only to turn to him with a slow cant of her head.

“Sounds like you got the first rule of flying down, Rekali.” there was a softness in her eyes that would likely seem out of place for the normally terse Bounty Hunter.

“Love.”

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

C O N F E R E N C E
R O O M

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Ordo"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Syn"] | @Iella E’ron| [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @Gil Skirata | @ anyone else I forgot.

There was a quiet tension growing in the silence that followed Ashin’s self evaluation on what would be the proper verdict for her past crimes. Many were likely musing over how to process this bit of information, and no one more than the holographic image of Master Erinyes Draclau at the fore of the conference room.

Throughout her peers suggestions of judgement, the Shi’ido Master quietly immersed herself within the Force, quietly introspecting on what the will of the Force had on Master Varanin and that of the future.

There were many variables, and yes, the most recent judgement on former Master Ike would increase the level of caution for any former member of the Order who had committed atrocities against the Order, and sapients throughout the galaxy.

Her head would bow a bit, visibly taking into account her peers suggestions and that of Varanin. Finally, in the still of the silence, she spoke. Her voice would crackle a bit as the cerulean holograph would relay her image, but it did not deter from the insight intended.

“Many of the truths that we cling to depend on our point of view. But through the force there art things we shall see. The future… the past. Friends long gone. But the Darkside clouds everything, making it neigh impossible to see the the future, the light. And thus, we hast been blinded, caught unaware by those who hast serv'd as Jedi within our very temple.

Master Yoda once said that once thou start down the dark path, forev'r it will dominate thy destiny. One hath to be careful when one looks into the darkside, f'r the darkside shall look back.

We hast been taught to wot the good from the bad when we art calm, at peace. Passive. Prudence, wisdom, and serenity. That a jedi wilt hast the deepest commitment, a most serious mind. To lay-to that f'r knowledge and f'r peace.

It is not the Jedi way to answer power with power. In this war with the sith, thither is the danger of losing who we art. Daella Apparine hath proven this. Matsu ike as well.

F'r that, she hath been sever'd from the force and exil'd. ” She would pause, then after a moment would continue.


“Master Varanin tenders to unlearn what she hath learned, to become a student anew. Thither is wisdom in her words. Prudence in her choice. Serenity in the force.

Stripping her of the force may be her fate, a task that would require all in hither to enact. yet at the same time, all would be requir'd to guide and teach. All hast the role of a teacher, all hast wisdom to share despite the different facets that make each order, our mission is the same. This convocation proves it so. regardless of what council we follow, teachers we shall always be.

Trust in the force in this, I ask of thou all, f'r the force is a powerful ally. It makes things grow and flourish. it binds us all, past, present, and future.

Aye, a good act dost not wash the bad, n'r a bad act the good-- each shouldst hast their own reward. The truth of what one says lies in what one dost. To be a jedi is to face the truth and choose. To give off light 'r darkness. To be a candle 'r the night.

The darkside hath dropp'd it’s cerement upon us all. Let those who desire to be a candle, illuminate. “

While the hologram would only show a cerulean representation of Master Erinyes, those large green eyes would peer upon Ashin with a deep regard.

“If this is thy choice, thy truth, and this body of Council agrees-- then strip thou of the force we shall -- and take thou under our wing as a collective padawan f'r this journey, if the Force wills it.”

 

[Ayden Cater]

The Sparring Room
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

The energy in the room was palpable as the crowd formed on the edge of the mat. Ayden watched he with unblinking eyes. It was a trait he had developed from ages of looking at rapidly changing lines of data. It did not hurt in fights either, both to keep himself away of his opponent as well as a tool of intimidation. However, the faint smile he offered Aaralyn would have negated any illusions of intimidation. This wasn't a serious life-or-death duel. It was merely a spar, a friendly one, designed to showcase to those present what it looked like when two masters fought. It would certainly be educational for them.

He analyzed her stance in a heartbeat and smiled slightly wider. Leaning forward, he opened into a run. The saberstaff came around and was flourished, spinning about in a dazzling and dizzying display. One of the many dangers Jedi would face against a saberstaff was the rapidity with which it could be spun. A half meter from her and he planted both feet on the ground before leaping clear into the air, spinning himself and his saber to fend off any attacks she might have tried to make. As his feet touched the ground, one end of the saberstaff deactivated, allowing him to make the first strike as if with a normal lightsaber.

He struck high, looking to draw her closest saber in before jumping and flipping to one side in order to avoid the second swing. The Force sang in his muscles as he worked his way through classical Ataru moves. Any experienced blademaster would easily be able to see that it was not a form he had studied extensively, but to the Padawans and learning folks, his form was solid. He wouldn't let her keep a steady pace. Every few attacks, he'd leap or tumble away. She couldn't build momentum while he moved like this. All the while, he grinned at her.

 

[The End Narrator]

The Sparring Room.


Aaralyn was caught off-guard by alot of things, speed being one thing and Ayden being shirtless. She growled as her left hand came up swiftly to lock the saber against saber with him, her right hand coming down in a cross-section lock, fully aware that the opposite end was dis-engaged. She pressed against him, allowing his larger form close for a brief moment and in that moment, given the angle she brought her knee up towards his sternum. Upon contact, he would buckle in and she would push back, disengaging the lock.

Regardless of that outcome, she would leap back and muster enough Force energy to lash out with her right hand, never disengaging her saber. The energy muster would be a harsh Force push that would catch the leaping [member="Ayden Cater"] mid-air and send him tumbling even if it so much as caught his leg or foot. It was all she could do for the moment was stay on the defensive until she truly could regain focus on the duel at hand. He was teasing her, taunting her and he knew it. She would find a weakness and exploit it, one way or another. To be completely honest, she wanted to toss the sabers down and beat him senseless with a mat, there was no reason he had to cheat and be shirtless...

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"]

Well now that was something he would have to try and make sure didn't happen. While he didn't know them well enough he was usually a good judge of character and the twins were good peoples... Really good peoples. He was willing to do as needed to help her out and show her a good time while everything was happening here in the convocation. "Well we don't want that to happen, so tell me darlin do you have a master to teach you yet?"

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

Listing to every word of his, or was she. Herself a bit off sometimes, you know those spacey time. "Yep a stick in a mud she is?", taking a another sip. What he asked her about something what was it. As her hands was on her hip. Grinning now, "NOpe be meaning to found one of those things.", as she thought on the matter more. Thinking there was that one guy down the dark street. The one that you didn't want your daughter hanging out with. Shaking her mind of this thought and from wondering. Finding her self smile a bit more. "You don't happen to know someone that would like to tech two twins sister would you."

[member="Jessie Volt"]

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"]

He thought about it, since he had been knighted and Sky disappeared a sad time he hadn't really been teaching just staying there in the backgroundd of the order and helping where he could. The council was... strange not wanting anyone but masters going to Tython which was his favorite spot to relax and work on diplomatic skills. "Well I haven't given it much thought but I could see myself with a pair of padawans, that they both look are cute as you well. Bonus and just means I will be the envy of the rest."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

It took a lot of will power to not click her tongue in irritation as she often did. Ashin had appeared before the council before, when Dragonsflame had been it’s administrator, and the words that spoke to her were different than the ones now. She merely pursed her lips.

Matsu Ike had recently been under scrutiny of the council. She had claimed to be a Jedi Master, and had been exiled and the Force stripped from her. Her crimes were akin to Desmius’ — to not treat this case on precedent would be shameful for The Council and their ability to make a decision. For all the Jedi here it was no doubt that the former Empress had murdered some of their kind, despite her redeeming and kindred qualities of late. She had been a victim of circumstance. Ashin spoke pretty words as she often did. The former councillor of reconciliation recalled the prodigal’s offer to teach this lesson, and it had sparked her curiosity then. Now, it sparked her appreciation as the woman held up the octagonal creation and deemed it to fall into Grayson’s possession. “Thank you."

Then Councillor Draclau spoke, and Kiskla had to pinch between her eyes. The woman had such an archaic argot it took a moment to unscramble the vowels and rearrange them to modern basic.


“It is your conscience that bothers you,” Kiskla closed her eyes. Kiskla had met Ashin as Ori’vod of the Vagrant Fleet after her reign as empress Desmius. The Desmius side of her had been a brutal ruler, one that cast a shadow many couldn’t slip from. “Having the peace you had once before, as Master Preacher said, without the constant ebb and tugs of the Force’s nuances will mean you will be alone with your thoughts, your memories, yourself.

Force severence to a degree is a wise decision. Retrace your steps as a the Jedi you wished to be when you approached the council of reconciliation. Develop with the wisdom you have for the benefit of others. You're not selfish with your intelligence -- continue that.

I agree with Master Draclau at this.” (she thought, she was confident that was what the clairvoyant was saying).

“Fellow Jedi?” The blonde arched a brow and adjusted herself in the seat to look at the rest of the Masters and Knights scattered throughout the room "Your thoughts?"

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | @Whoever else, sorry!

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Conference Room

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Erinyes Draclau"] [member="Talon Vosra"] @Everybody Else

Jaxton in truth was already very close to making his decision before Ashin Varanin spoke, and her words only reinforced his thoughts. Many of the Jedi here were wise, strong people, but none of them had really been there in the beginning. Before the Fringe existed, before the CIS was in it's infancy, when the only real powers in the Galaxy were the Republic, Omega Pyre, not yet the Protectorate, and the Sith Empire. Ashin Varanin, Desmius then, had conquered worlds, unleashed Force Storms, and squared off and beaten several Jedi more than once. Jaxton wasn't one to say that people couldn't be redeemed, or that people never changed. The woman he saw today had done much for the 'Jedi Cause', whatever the hell that was anymore, but as she said, her hands were stained. Even though Jaxton was willing to forgive and forget, that wouldn't mean that Galaxy at large was willing, or even should be.

"I can't say that while I was part of the first Jedi Order." He said, referring to the Republic, but not making it seem greater or less than any other of the Order's here. "That I spent a lot of time researching the act of Force Severance and it's history. Though it was part of my duty to learn about it, it wasn't something I was comfortable with, nor was it something I ever wished to perform. However, in my studies I did find that there was at least one case of a man regaining his connection to the Force after it had been Severed from him. Mrs Varanin, or anyone in truth, does not need the Force to adhere to the ideals of being a Jedi, or helping the Galaxy at large. Therefore, I believe we should respect her decision and strip her from the Force. If it is destined for her to remain without the Force then she shall do so, but if it is the will of the Force for her to regain her connection then there we will only allow her the chance to rebuild her path and connection to the Force anew, free from any past transgressions."

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

[member="Jessie Volt"]

Thinking this over and over again. Giving him a look down to find herself deeper in thought about many things. "I think yo might have found you a pair of padawn." giving him another playful wink. Giving away to sipping on her drink some more. "So, your teach about everything we need in the force, even the healing skills, I hope its not to complex. I just don't like that much thinking after all it hurts my brain to think to much." , giving him a laugh.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Phylis Alince"]

"I think," she said, "you've finally reached a consensus, and if at least a majority of you can agree on this, I suspect you can find a consensus on just about anything." She smiled faintly. "That wasn't so hard, was it.

"So you've come to a decision to strip the Force from me, take me back to square one. That's one manifestation of justice, certainly. If you're willing to begin, I'd like to get this over with. You could say I've waited years for this."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

SPARRING ROOMS
[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Saki"]

The class began to work on velocities of Soresu, defensive techniques, while [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] and [member="Ayden Cater"] sparred alongside. Once the class had acquired some momentum, some familiarity with the velocity being taught, Je'gan took a moment to speak with Aedan Miles.

"I'm Master Olra'en - it's Miles, isn't it? Of the Red Legion? Welcome to Sigma Station."