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

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan looked up at the man and then stood up letting a soft grin cross his lips. "Yea I am Miles but I am actually a full fledged Mando these days. I did lead the Red Legion for a time but I finally was able to find a more permanent home." He looked around the room as he used the force to bring his lightsaber pike up into his hand and set it against the wall as he looked around a bit. "These classes are teaching basic forms and their primary forms correct?" Aedan had recently started working on a unique form that combined elements of Djem So and Niman it was coming along decently but it was taking longer then he thought.
@Je'gan Olra'en

 

[Avalore Eden]

Conference Room

Welp, that was Avalore's cue to leave. All this talk of Force Severence was making her more than a bit queasy and had brought her to the final decision that she was in well over her head. This wasn't where she belonged - this room, that is. What she had hoped to gain from joining the conference, or learn, she couldn't say.

Carefully the Jedi Knight pushed out her chair and moved to stand. Her gaze wavered over [member="Ashin Varanin"] and for a moment she wondered what Diana would've said in this situation. Really, she couldn't possibly fathom it. Avalore sighed and without so much as a word of luck or adieu she stepped around her chair and made her retreat.

Once outside the Conference Room the Healer stepped across the hall, pressed her back against the wall and slid down to sit. She imagined Diana sitting beside her, likely feeling frustrated with the turnout of the conference.

"What did you learn today Avalore ... " she said to herself in a mock tone.

She picked at the hem of her robe sleeves, breathing deeply, eyes falling on the Conference Room doors, "Well Di, I learned why you don't talk much at these things. If you can't say somethin' nice...or smart, as the case may be."

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"]

"Teaching healing, no not to complicated it is all about the energy and flow and between the three of us I think there will be plenty of flow going on." He kept sitting there and just ordered another drink. "You know though when it comes to being a jedi it isn't all healing and sabers there is more then that. Sure those are the keys but there is history and substance and learning how to expand your mind."

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

"Oh really now, that learning stuff your speaking of, that more down my sister line. You ask me she to much of a book room.", giving him playful look. Had she enough talking for the time being. After all she wasn't one to just sit and take up playing a game of solitary by herself. "Look here, why don't we just blow this join, I have a ship we could go take it for a spend.", yawning as to show that she was ready to go do something crazy again. After all the way her sister is she be waiting here until she was old white hair lady. "Whats the craziest thing have you every done."

[member="Jessie Volt"]

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Phylis nodded. Everything which needed to be said had been said.
“Then come, Ashin, let’s go somewhere a bit more suited for such an occasion. Somewhere, hmm, less crowded, less furniture. The process is not painful if done well, but the shock can be acute depending on the individual, so I suggest we do it somewhere that we can provide medical care if needed.”
She smiled a little wanly. “After all, Force knows what [member="Spencer Jacobs"] would do if we damaged you. Anyway, Masters, might I suggest that unused reception room might be the best place?”

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Silent footfalls traversed the corridor containing the conference room several individuals were, apparently, meeting in. Marcello's knowledge of the gathering had come at a less than advantageous time. However, R9 had been dutiful in ensuring Marcello was made aware the second he returned to his ship from border negotiations. The tide of darkness from the actions of the One Sith was pretty much having an effect that none really expected. Their benevolence towards the ordinary citizens of the galaxy was both frustrating and impressive to the Jedi Master. It only highlighted the different methods to achieving what was, ostensibly, the same goal.

Near the conference room, Marcello's glacier-blue eyes fell on a form that was somehow...familiar. He did not know [member="Avalore Eden"] personally, but he was pretty sure he saw something about someone with her face in the wake of the attack on Coruscant. Ah, yes, the one that had given birth during it all. Interesting, but that paled in comparison to his interest in the fact she was seemingly talking to herself. Dressed in his typical cargo pants and t-shirt, Marcello ran a hand through his long hair as he glanced at the door to the conference room. Shifting his gaze back to Avalore, he smiled thinly. "You in a time out or something?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

"But that goes without saying, Avalore," mock tone, grim expression. Surely she wasn't doing Diana's normal unflappable facade justice, but Avalore had never been good at impressions, "surely you learned something else."

"That no matter where you go in the galaxy everyone's always measuring their di-"

"You in a time out or something?"

Oh hell. Eyes wide, the Healer slowly turned them in their sockets to peer at this new ... person, completely and utterly mortified. He'd totally seen her talking to herself, there was noooo getting around that one.

I'm not crazy, I swear. I'm just a confused little girl. I'm just pandering away my life, putting the puzzle pieces where they don't belong.

"...hi." Gorgeous.

Avalore quickly reached up and smoothed her hair, attempting to recollect her thought process. She gave a light snort and tore her eyes away from the man, settling them squarely on the door.

Don't look at him, you'll just say something stupid.

"Self-imposed, if anything," she replied, trying real hard not to look. Oh feth, just a peek. She peeked, briefly, and gently cleared her throat, "you're a bit late for the party. Real stand-up shindig going on in there. Everyone's wang is bigger, someone's about to get stripped and the points don't matter."

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

CONFERENCE ROOM.

Kiskla folded her arms and leaned back in her seat, pinching between her eyes as she frowned.

"I believe Master Varanin won't be leaving without her sentence executed." Oh. Bad choice of words "-- we have objectives to meet. Ones we all came here to fulfill."

The Jedi uncrossed her arms, and tapped the datapad resting on the table. The click of nail and plastic wasn't by any stretch of the imagination loud "-May I suggest we complete what we met here to do before completing secondary objectives?

As evidenced, we are capable of agreement. Let's meet this understanding on all fronts while we're all in the same room-- especially on the wild territories."

She glanced at [member="Ashin Varanin"]-- secondary objectives. No offence.

"That, and not everyone needs to be an escort to the.." [member="Phylis Alince"] had mentioned a location; "Reception room."

Councillor Vosra had arranged for the severance of Matsu Ike with a Jedi master capable in the arts. Perhaps he was on this very vessel and could do the art once more.


[member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Iella E'ron"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello arched a curious eyebrow at the woman as she suddenly realized she was not alone in the hall. His smile only grew as her comments, bathed in sarcasm, rolled forth in between stolen, seemingly timid glances. Offering the woman a slight laugh, Marcello walked to the opposing wall, just beside the doors to the conference room such that he was in [member="Avalore Eden"]'s line of sight. Mostly to make it easier to communicate...but partially to see if her eyes would dance around the hall. Marcello did his best to find entertainment where he could.

Placing his right heel against the door closest to him the large Jedi ensured that nobody would come storming out and send a door flying into his face. What would happened to the person on the other side though...well...not his problem. "Oh yeah? Well you had the good sense to leave then, so I'm sure yours is bigger." Marcello offered the woman a playful wink. "I mean you did push out a baby in the middle of a massive battle. That only happens in holovids."

Folding his arms across his chest, Marcello kept his easy smile leveled on the woman across from him. "So who's stripping?" Smirking, the Jedi Master made a quick comment. "Wasn't you was it? Because...I'm not paying for this conversation."

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"]

"Well I have never been one to turn down a good spin in a ship. Lead the way and lets get out of here, i am sure there will be a memo for what happened and we'll be able to play catch up." He wasn't to worried there had been a great deal happening here. Let the higher ups play their games and tell the lowly knights what comes of it. He never believed that equal before each other bit so he'd prefer just meeting with other jedi casually.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

This reminded him strongly of a certain force ghost on Rhen Var that had taught Talon much about humility. He was not only impressed but moved to see the woman's resolve to see justice done.

"Master Varanin, I believe I can arrange to have your sentence carried out as soon as proceedings are finished." He said kindly, "and I would be interested in discussing a matter with you regarding your decision after if you have leave to do so."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Syn"] [member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"]

"Grandmaster Grayson has the right of it," said Jorus, finding a moment worth speaking in. "Now that you've a consensus on something -- and I'm for severance also, or capital punishment through a court on a world she wronged, though I don't expect my voice to count for much as I ain't actually a Jedi -- let's stick first with what else we might be able to agree on. We've covered the peripherals: New Order, the south end of things, Mando space, Master Varanin's little peccadillo. Let's talk about the two gundarks in the room. The One Sith -- on their way out? Gearing up to take a bigger foothold? How much cooperation'll be needed, an' where are we needed? Other big thing is, Confederacy's a mess, more secret nastiness than Fringe far as I can tell, an' more likely to backstab its friends. Do we need to talk about these Knights Obsidian an' the stolen Jedi Order property they've got through Velok? The Healing Crystals of Fire an' some important holocrons?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Valeria Aetani"]

While important things had been discussed in the conference room - cooperation on a galactic scale, Ashin Varanin being severed from the Force and such - Siobhan had been...not attending. Well, strictly speaking she did not represent any force-using group, though she probably liked to think she represented the Eldorai, when she did not desite to be one outright. Anyhow, she did not represent a Jedi group so she probably would have had no business attending.

After having had fun lifting six of the Muntuur stones she had...showered. Presumably lifting rocks that big cost lots of energy and that made you get all sweaty and sticky, which was not pleasant. Presumably ther were appropriate facilities on the station. So after having gotten dressed up again she had gotten herself an apple from the cantina, on which she was now chewing, and was...walking down a corridor somewhere.

Sigma Station was...really big and her sense of direction was not the best unless she was focused on something! Perhaps the badass bookworm Phylis Alince was somewhere. Or maybe she should show up at the conference...actually probably not.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Avalore smirked.

"Mine's the biggest," so matter-of-fact, actually, "cause apparently when you pop out a kid during a Sith invasion you grow a great big one. Who'da thunk." She looked at him, stared actually, eyes drifting...

Wow, Avalore, perve'in it up today. Put your eyes back in your head. Get a life.

Those eyes drifted in a completely different direction, like ... down the hall, another snort at his last comment, "I was a planet for the better part of 5 months, nobody's paying to see these stretch marks, buddy." A heavy sigh followed this, as well as a sober expression. Avalore finally looked back to the man, eyes connecting this time and all she could think of was blue.

"Master Varanin," she said, reminding herself to blink, "asked to have judgement passed on her crimes. When I left they were working on a consensus of striping the Force from her." Brows raising, she looked down to her hands in her lap, idly becoming interested in a loose thread on her sleeve, "I wasn't even aware that was possible."

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Syn]

[member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Syn remained standing and cery still while he just focused, the words Jorus spoke were true enough and he was willing to do as needed to fight but. "If it was possible I would say let the One Sith and New Order fight each other but there are to many people in the middle to let that happen. Their attacks lack grace and they try to play heavy into the propaganda. I find myself longing for days when sith actually monologued about how the darkness will crush the light and they were stronger with the powers of the darkside. Now it is all "We're misunderstood" His mouth had a sour taste in it after that and he wondered where either side would attack next, if they were organized it could be dangerous but sith sects had a habit of fighting themselves when different view points came. Maybe they would get lucky. "Their seer is strong from what I have seen and they have several cast off who vanished when Korriban fell. They were questionable then while they were scattering now they have a purpose and drive. Fastest way to handle them might be to find the Dark Lord and try to cut the head off."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello laughed slightly. "Yeah. Makes sense." Though the Jedi Master could plainly see and feel the struggle between [member="Avalore Eden"]'s impulses and her...mind. It was always an intriguing thing for him to see in others, suffering the same irregularities himself. Then again...how irregular was it really?

Pushing his thoughts aside, Marcello rolled his eyes slightly at her second comment. "I think you give men willing to pay for the pleasure of a woman's company far too much credit in regards to being...terribly selective." Waving a dismissive hand, Marcello redirected his thoughts to the meat of the Jedi Knight's response. "[member="Ashin Varanin"]. I know the name."

As was the case with most, he'd heard of the many things she'd done or, at least, been accused of doing. It was amusing to him, hearing about individuals considering stripping her off the Force. It was a fool's action. Who were the Jedi in this meeting to pass such a judgment on a person? A person that was, obviously, understanding of their crimes and therefore not beyond redemption. It was never easy to be a Jedi, to continuously keep before you the fact that life and the Force reigned above all. Literally destroying someone's cellular composition in order to actually cut them off from the Force did not help that.

"It is possible. You literally have to attack the individual's cells, targeting the midi chlorians that provide for manipulation and influence of the Living Force. You have to kill part of a person. It's absolutely the Jedi way, haven't you heard? Also, stripping someone of the Force is totally a way to punish them for past crimes. You know because it helps people and the Force." Pausing for a moment, Marcello pinched his nose. "I literally cannot take the idiocy that surrounds all of these organizations." Yeah. Without the Force, Ashin would be incapable of committing any atrocities ever.

You know. Only not.

In fact...it was the veiled half-measures masquerading as grand wisdom that bothered him about nearly every being in the galaxy. That was that, he wasn't going to go into that room. Anyone he recognized...would instantly lose whatever fledgling respect he still had for them.

Anyone.

Exhaling heavily, he leveled a roguish grin in Avalore's direction as he smiled thinly, attempting to push past his irritations. "I find myself needing some air. Care to join?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

Avalore wanted to smirk at the poorly masked sarcasm in the man's words regarding the Jedi, the act of Force Severance, and their decision to perform it on someone. She wanted to match his opinion of the whole thing, take a stance alongside of him, but then in a moment of personal clarity she found a hint of distaste in his brand of thought.

How could she really form an opinion of something she was so far from fully understanding? Certainly he spoke with enough conviction, he had to be at least of High Knight rank or greater. He sounded like he knew enough to do so, anyway.

"Sounds...painful," she settled on. From his description that was all she really had to go on. Avalore grimaced, trying to wrap her head around this end-all-be-all decision that, in her mind, didn't quite meet the standards of the Jedi. But who was she to say what was Jedi and what wasn't, hm? It's not like she was the epitome of Lightside Savior or that she had even experienced a Padawanship of anything close to orthodox. What would Diana have thought about the decision made in that room?

"I find myself needing some air. Care to join?"

Avalore's response was immediate: "Sure." The word fell from her mouth quicker than she could control it, and for a moment she wondered whether it was simply to bask in the glory of this rare breed of super-hunk, or simply to have a legitimate reason to fully excuse herself from the Conference Room and everything within it. The woman pushed herself to her feet, pulled her Healer's robes a bit more snug around her waist and made to follow the man, "I hear the air in the gardens is pretty fresh. More pollen, less politics, just a hint of bees."

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello arched a curious brow at [member="Avalore Eden"]'s remark. "Oh? Less politics...sounds scintillating." While Marcello had no stomach for politics, he understood the necessity of such. Politics absolutely had it's place...just...not amongst the Jedi Order. The Order was no government. It was merely an entity devoted to the protection of those that could not protect themselves. Perhaps, however, that simply was not enough. Perhaps the Jedi Order would never be successful because they were too blinded by their self-righteousness nature and narrow-minded views. Marcello faulted himself for that mindset just as much as any other.

As he walked alongside Avalore, Marcello was curiously silent as his mind rolled over the concept. He fought with definitive conviction, and he did what he could to uphold the reality - he was a servant of the galaxy. Yet...it never seemed to be enough. There would always be another foe, an enemy changing the natural order of things. What was freedom? The Sith forced themselves upon the people of the galaxy no more than the Jedi did, in truth. To this very day plans were in motion not to merely attack the Sith but their infrastructure.

Exhaling heavily, Marcello elected to pose his question to the woman he barely knew at his side. Perhaps he might just get an honest answer. "Do you ever think about all that's happening throughout the galaxy? So much struggle, strife. We as Jedi kill ourselves to stamp out oppression and crime where it rears it's head...just for two more issues to pop up. It's...chaos." At that statement, Marcello's voice fell quiet. He knew the answer.

It needed order.

 

[Avalore Eden]

The silence was nice and Avalore walked beside the man now thinking of nothing much. A chance to clear her thoughts was always welcome, considering they were constantly muddled with-

"Do you ever think about all that's happening throughout the galaxy? So much struggle, strife. We as Jedi kill ourselves to stamp out oppression and crime where it rare it's head...just for two more issues to pop up. It's...chaos."

Well...that sort of stuff. She grimaced, "I think I'm not the right sort of person to ask those things. I try not to think about anything beyond what I can personally effect. There's a lot of chit going on out there that I have no idea about and no business getting involved with, so why bother? It's hard enough dealing with the things I can or could have helped without having to worry about all the things I can't. I'm mad enough as it is."

You know, like giving up her newborn child to a complete stranger. Or, oh, how about looking over full-blown war criminals at a funeral? That was a good one.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello shook his head more to himself than anything. "It absolutely is your concern. Our only role is to safeguard peace, to help build a better galaxy. Whether it is something we think we can effect or not, we must do what we can." Still...it was [member="Avalore Eden"]'s comment about being mad that truly resonated with Marcello. He could relate and certainly understand. "Anger. The Order would have us believe it makes us weak, sub-standard Jedi."

The Jedi Master fell silent for a moment as he considered the thoughts he'd just had. "Maybe it does...make us sub-standard Jedi." Glancing sideways at Avalore, Marcello managed a smile as he waved a dismissive hand. "Don't mind me. Just the musings of an over-active mind."