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

[Avalore Eden]

"Well maybe I am sub-standard," Avalore quipped back without looking up at him, "I haven't got the mental capacity or emotional fortitude to care about everything an' I never will. I can care about the here and the now and maybe a few steps forward and back, that's the extent of my abilities. If that means I'll never see anything more than the rank of Knight then so be it. I never came here expecting for anything. Pretty much lost everything I came here for..."

There was a hinting at the rest of that sentence as she trailed off ...not sure why I'm still here now, but the words remained unspoken. Paying some sort of homage to her forebears. Mark Starkiller - the man who'd saved her from certain, painful fate and took her in at her lowest point, helped her grieve the loss of her family, understood her needs during pregnancy. Diana Moridena - the woman who'd saved her from herself, as it were, showed her there was much more to being a Jedi than simply being a Jedi, trusted in her despite all manner of emotional turmoil, never gave up on the idea that there was something out there. Something better.

"Who the hell are you to decide what's sub-standard anyway?" she glanced at him, scowling.

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello rolled his glacier-blue eyes with a thin smile. "Fix your face kid. I said maybe and we. Rest assured that I am not passing judgment in you. Identifying with you, maybe."

As they reached a set of doors leading outside, Marcello motioned them open and stepped into the crisp air. Following a deep inhale, he clarified his comments for [member="Avalore Eden"]. "The Jedi Order sets the standard there. Judgment is passed by those elected among peers to serve over all. By individuals with grand experience and little to no experience, comparatively. They are the ones that determine whether an individual is worthy, deserving of the title Jedi. The ones, undoubtedly, quick to determine the fate of sentients and then dare to criticize the methods of others."

Smiling thinly, Marcello shrugged. "We are the masters of half-measures, applying bandages to arterial bleeds. Why did you join the Order?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

"Don't tell me what to do," Avalore shot back at him, brown eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a pursed smirk. The young Knight held back a further comment when his own words continued forward. As they stepped outside she allowed herself a momentary, if not sedate, measure of reprieve from the stuffiness of the building.

A small sigh escaped her, gaze wandering briefly, arms absently curling at her front, hugging the green Healer's robes out of habit. At least they weren't itchy - the robes - Force that would have been awful.

"Yeah? Well," came her comment when he seemed to finish, "they're doing a bang-up job. Either they're getting desperate or the judges at the qualifiers are blind - cause they let me in." A scowl pulled at her expression. Somewhere along the line Avalore had gotten a bit ...annoyed, perhaps disappointed that no one had yet to call her out for her unbecoming nature amongst the ranks of the Jedi. But then again, the more she was around these people the more she began to question what exactly it was they were supposed to be like. Absolutely no one she had met within the Order had yet to exemplify the definition of what she thought Jedi were supposed to be.

Had Diana also experienced this frustration? Where was the quality control? Who ran this approval system?

But maybe the fault was her own. Maybe she didn't have the proper vision in mind. Maybe she was the idiot.

Avalore stepped off a bit, watching things in the distance. Are we in space? Is this on a planet? Should she be seeing air-traffic or shooting stars? I'm so confused right now. Well, whatever the case, she was watching things. Intently. There was a frown to signify some form of unpleasant memories.

"I'm a product of my environment," Avalore began, "just so happens the Jedi Order had a lot to do with it...recently." Simply because saying I owe my life to the Jedi Order was a bit too great of a dramatic cliche for her and left a bad taste in her mouth, figuratively, and a lot of room for negative speculation. Like maybe she was only here because it was morally expected of her and not because she really wanted to be. Sometimes she asked herself that question at night when she couldn't sleep.

Do I want to be a Jedi.

She worried a lot because her gut response was always no.

I don't want to be a Jedi... I just want to be a good person.

I want my environment to be a product of me.

Avalore glanced over to the man, "What about you?"

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

A long, long silence followed Merrill's questions and Syn's comment. Ashin took in the new information as she gauged the mood of the room. Tired, perhaps -- it had been a long day, and the weight of their situation could drain just as well as it could motivate.

"The woman who left, Rekali, the current Sword -- her efforts to reclaim historical Jedi property by any means necessary may have left the galaxy with a sour taste in its mouth, but I don't doubt she's on the trail of the Order's stolen property in Confederate possession. Supporting her might not be the worst play. It would also be a mistake to ignore Matsu Ike -- I've never heard of anyone with a greater hunger to possess Force artifacts, and left alone she might be able to track down some item or location that could restore her powers.

"As for the One Sith, well, that'll take longer than I have time left as a Jedi, so I'll take no part in those discussions. Force alone knows I'll be a target after I'm severed, and the more I know, the more that can be taken from my mind." She rose from the table. "I'll be in the atrium when you're done."

She adjourned.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello's thin smile remained throughout [member="Avalore Eden"]'s response. The Jedi Master was afraid he could not offer her any great degree of insight into the machinations of the Council. It was a body that Marcello purposefully avoided having any dealings with. "No mistake was made. You were granted an...opportunity. The falsehood is that the Jedi Order can fail an individual. You can stand against the wishes of the Council, employ yourself as a servant of the galaxy per your own vision. The Jedi Order only fails those not maintaining membership. The innocent, the defenseless."

Casting his tranquil gaze towards the sky, Marcello smiled a little wider as his mind transported him to the one place he was ever completely free. The void of space. Leveling his gaze back at Avalore, Marcello allowed his smile to dissipate. "Redemption. That is the true specialty of the Jedi Order. None are above it should they so wish to make the hard decision, to walk a higher path." Shrugging, he concluded his statement. "There are many that choose to do so outside the confines of the Order."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Jaxton gave a small bow to the limping woman as she left the room. "May the Force be with you Ashin Varanin." He said. Some might have called the statement ironic, even taunting given what she was about to endure, but for Jaxton it was encouragement. A hope, no, a belief, that she'd find the Force again even after her severance. Small re-assurance from a man she'd met once in a fight when she was Empress and he a new Jedi Master, but something was always better than nothing.

"In any case, Jorus brings up a good point. After the events at Druckenwell the Confederacy is a mess, and one we cannot ignore. Relief effort need to be coordinated at Druckenwell, and an analysis of the Confederacy Government and their goals need to be carried out. Druckenwell was one of their most important worlds from a strategic standpoint, and we need to figure out if the shipyards crashing was some kind of accident in the chain of command, a wild order by an extremist, or at worst, a policy that was carried out by the Confederacy. If it's the last then it'll show us the Confederacy views the lives and livelihood of it's people as expendable, and while I'm not keen on entering the political scene that's not something I can very well condone quietly."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Iella E'ron"], [member="Phylis Alince"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Ashin Varanin"]

It was at this juncture that Siobhan's writer decided that their character could do something in this thread after having lifted ridiculously big rocks that were each at least a ton heavy. The Eldorai had force-users and Siobhan had recently been made a peer by their Queen, so she could totally act as a representative! Besides, she had been there at Druckenwell and chucked a large portion of a shipyard. Moreover, as a noble she could say that she was being fashionably late and all that!

Regardless, it was now that Siobhan arrived. She caught a glimpse of Ashin as she departed, though there would presumably be no time for her to have said something to the former Conqueror of Ten Thousand Worlds. Since Siobhan had not been part of the meeting until now, she would obviously be unaware of the fact that Ashin would be severed from the Force down to apprentice level on her own initiative. One wondered what Siobhan would make of the fact that the former Empress had specifically requested the Council to judge her and pretty much suggested the sentence.

Things had certainly changed a great deal ever since the first time they had met on Naboo so many years ago. Back when Siobhan had seen the leader of the Sith, the incarnation of all she loathed and fought against, the rage she had felt had been such that she had almost lost control. In all likelihood the Empress would have kicked her butt if she had attacked.

"Countess Siobhan Kerrigan, Firemane. I was there at Druckenwell with the Protectorate forces. Like Jorus and Ashin Varanin were," she spoke up as she stepped in, giving Jorus a nod. From what she knew he seemed to be acting as a sort of moderator. Surely he would not mind her suddenly showing up. Most of the assembled representatives she did not know, but she definitely noticed Phylis, the most photogenic Jedi librarian ever, and gave her a wink! Their last meeting had gone so well. "My apologies if I'm interrupting. Their 'Grand Marshal' announced his fleet would fire upon the shipyard to make them drop on the planet and murder all the innocent lives on it if the Protectorate did not retreat, showing how civilised the Confederacy is. As Protectorate forces began making headway planetside in the capital the Confederates made good on their threat and the station began falling. While super empowered by several masters, including Varanin, I was able to deflect a big chunk of it from the nearest population centres, but then the rest of the structure came plummeting down."

It had been like Atrisia all over again, including teaming up with Tricia. Except this time disaster had not been averted, only mitigated, albeit through superhuman efforts. Sometimes there were no miracles in the Galaxy. Younger Siobhan would have felt self-pitying guilt, this one just felt anger and disgust. "I can't say anything clear on the allegations about Baktoid meddling, but while the station came falling down and the Protectorate fleet fired upon the falling chunks the Confederate fleet pulled a Malak and bombed its own planet. I was on it in the air when their battleships rained down turbolaserfire upon their own troops and civilians. They could've only evacuated a fraction of those in the lull before the fighting began. Barely escaped with my life as fire rained down upon the planet. Far as I'm concerned that shows what sort of nation they are. With their most senior military leaders giving the green light, the buck stops with them. If they're supposed to be rogues, I don't see who's left. Either way they're out of control if they put monsters like that in charge."

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

It wouldn't be long before Nohemi would make her way towards the main communal area of the station. Verily, she felt out of place among so many different Jedi. The crowds of Force Users would remind her of another time, another place.

Of the great Jedi schism that had ended in the split of the Rogue Jedi Order with that of the Jedi Council of long past. A soft sigh would fall from her lips, an expression of contemplation washing her delicate oval shaped face.

Would history always repeat itself? Is this just how the galaxy would continue on? The worldview of the Fallanassi would answer with a resounding yes. Whatever happens would happen, and the galaxy would react in turn in whatever manner it deemed it best. In this they were to simply stand to the side and observe passively, without affecting the currents of the Force. Like a mighty river that would erode the banks, it is bound to happen, and one cannot fight against the strength of the river, of the currents.

In this, Nohemi was at odds with herself. What would this mean for her? For her people? For the galaxy? A heavy weight would press upon her delicate shoulders.

All in all, she had a responsibility to the Order of the White Current, to her people.

 

[Commander Sharky]

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[Avalore Eden]

Avalore looked back to the man with a level gaze, seeming to ponder his words for a short while.

"You know..." the Healer began, expression sobering from its previous scowl, "you manage to say a whole lot of nothing with all those words. You didn't even answer my question - unless it was, I don't know, Redemption?" She eyed him, bordering on accusatory, "I don't get you people. You never say what you really mean, you have to jumble everything up in fluff, and for what? To feel better about your bad decisions? It's like bedazzling your gorram lightsaber. Death's not so hard when it glitters, eh?"

"Let me answer that question again for you and I'll keep it real simple and say why I'm really here and not what just sounds good," she looked at him unsmiling, "my entire family was laid to waste by criminals because I had some ridiculous ability to see things about objects when I touched them. When it didn't work I was sold to the slave market and if it wasn't for Master Starkiller, a dug name Sedago and the Jedi Order on Corellia both me and my baby would have been dead. Just like my family and my baby's father," Avalore's eyes were dark with the glint of painful memories, "and now both my Masters. Dead. I'm still alive thanks to the Jedi, and I came here to pay it forward because it was the right thing to do. Because I have the ability to help other people out there like me and the Jedi seemed like the right place to do those sorts of things."

She frowned, sniffed, and wiped at her face with the sleeves of her robes, turning away from him again, "So don't give me your bantha chit Redemption answer. Everyone says that."

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello looked to [member="Avalore Eden"] with a blank expression as emotion-filled words rolled from he tongue with no regard for even the slightest attempt of understanding. Funny thing, the Jedi Master had thought his comments were very plain. Also...had she asked a question? He'd not heard it. All he heard was a young woman exasperated with some notion of not belonging amongst the Order. He'd heard and sensed only disappointment in the Order for not...what...proclaiming her a lost cause.

When the story had finished, Marcello responded in a seemingly inhuman manner. While he was capable of emotion and compassion, he grew weary of the regurgitation of troubles as an explanation for ignorance. Further more, he resented the implication that he was of the same mind of the Jedi Order in any right. Perhaps he was just a hypocrit though...he knew he did not belong in the Order yet he remained. He remained out if some stubborn belief that he might effect change. That was never going to happen.

"You've had a rough life. So what. My comments were quite clear and even more simple. All that wish to belong to the Order, are allowed to remain. Even if you were to act out against them, they would no doubt offer Redemption...it is why so many remain that actually don't belong." Marcello would not be pulled into the resuscitation of specific points of...unworthy behavior. "So. Rest assured I meant precisely what I said. Fortunately for you...membership in this organization is open. If you don't feel you belong or have anything to contribute, leave. If you're staying here to pay some unseen debt, grow up and open your eyes. You are not special, nor is your circumstance. Further more, the Order realistically will not care. Some will lie to you...say everyone is important, necessary. That is the only lie. Whether or not you choose to admit it, you bought into that lie and continue to buy into it at this very moment."

Slowly, Marcello's smile returned. "If you should decide to come back, all will be forgiven. You will be granted redemption. Just like everyone has always said." The Jedi Order was no less harsh an existence than anything else in this galaxy.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Avalore's expression changed several times during the man's rebuttal. It seemed for several moments, in fact, that she was getting mad. Mad, not angry.

"Force, finally!" the woman threw her arms in the air and walked a circle, "now we're getting somewhere!"

"What I'm after is real, not that fake crap they feed you at orientation. You think I'm looking for sympathy for my sad, sad life? You think I think I'm special? Let me tell you something, Blue Eyes, if anyone knows for certain that I'm not special it's me. I'm just the same fleshy lump as you and you know what, screw their lies. I might not be the smartest kid around but I know when I'm being fed fake. It was my choice to stay because I had no where else to go. Because I thought that one extra set of hands to help couldn't hurt. Because I was taught to have faith in people, to be real about your circumstances. I thought for a while maybe I had a chance of finding a new family, a new place to belong, and every time I think I've got it-" she stared at her hands. The same hands that had healed and helped hundreds, that had accomplished things she never even knew were possible just a short year ago.

"every time I think I've got it, it's gone." So much for keeping on track, but Avalore had never been much good at that when upset.

"And I don't know if it's because I'm going about this all wrong and no one will tell me a straight answer. They just feed me the same mystical crap that both my Masters hated dealing with. Responses that only pretend to be answers." Why was it the real ones always went first?

Avalore balled her hands into fists, sighed, and lamented, itching idly at an elbow, "You still haven't answered my question. Why did you really join the Jedi?"

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello was to sure he bought into her exclamations. He heard all that she was saying, but he was quite certain she knew the truth of his comments without him saying them. Perhaps people merely needed the comfort of knowing the truth was what they perceived it to be. If she was looking for that on a daily basis within the Order, she was going to be continuously disappointed. There was one thing he could relate to. "Many hope for the same amongst these...individuals. Supposed to be the best place in the galaxy to be, right? Best place to make a difference? Rest assured many buy the party line, completely. They march to the dogmatic beat of the code like good soldiers. I admire those actually capable of doing so..."

Gazing briefly into the distance of space beyond the reinforced windows of Sigma Station, Marcello responded to [member="Avalore Eden"]'s question. "I did not grow up amongst the Order like most others. My training started well after I'd already experienced much of the galaxy and life. I like to think it keeps me from having such a romantic view about the reality of said galaxy. I am here fulfilling a promise to my dead master. Here to...find where I belong."

He just couldn't be sure if the point was to show him that he did not belong amongst the Jedi Order.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla frowned at [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]'s declaration. The Grandmaster herself had been part of the clean-up-crew to assist The Preotectorate at Druckenwell. It had been a tricky situation. From her political standpoint, her hands had been tied and she oculdn't aid either of her allies in the actual invasion side of things -- but the aftermath demanded benevolence. And she met those demands with a team of healers.
"Their actions certainly warrant investigation. I've heard that Feena Mason is no longer in charge of the Confederacy -- which could explain the shift of actions versus leadership, Countess Kerrigan." The blonde tapped against the holocron that Ashin had given her while she thought. "As they are members of The Republic, I can't speak to that from a political alleigance standpoint, but they should be investigated. Most certainly. The Supreme Chancellor and myself also share several views, I'm sure he would be more than happy to acquiesce in a full investigation. While The Republic is allied with The Confederacy, these are not actions a government that stands for peace can condone, that I'm sure.

I shall speak with the Chancellor about the next actions, but with this information it would be wise to take into account that the regions they had been assigned should be partnered with other allies. There could still be a good few, tarnished by the act of a single instruction. Those should be found, and directed to oversee areas of concern."

[member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"], [member="Phylis Alince"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Jaxton Ravos"]

"Feena Mason left Confederate leadership and joined the Protectorate. Her life was supposed to have been at risk, hence why she defected. At least that is what I've heard. Doubtless she can explain this better than I can," Siobhan added after Kiskla had spoken. From what she had heard the woman was making a bid to rule Naboo, which given how pacifist the people there were seemed a good fit. Siobhan liked Naboo as a matter of fact, she and Tegaea had spent many happy moments in Lake County.


She frowned at the words of caution and diplomacy of the Grand Master. Of course, that was the sort of thing she had to say but Siobhan was a woman with at times brutally simple views. She had few ironclad convictions, but when it came to those she held dear she stuck to them with rigid inflexibility. One of these was that the Confederation needed to be destroyed. But she clamped down her feelings. Perhaps all those long days forced to bludgeon through bureaucracy as Exarch had taught her something. Of course, some said you could not bludgeon through bureaucracy, but she could bludgeon pretty hard!


"The Confederacy has a history of not honouring any alliance it makes and backing out once people expect it to live up to its end. They faked friendship with the Protectorate and then plotted to stab it in the back as soon as it turned around. They already tried to raze a planet before...only this time they succeeded. Atrisia was their ally and they dropped Lucrehulks on it out of spite when they could not claim the planet. But I get your position given the war with the Sith you face. For the record I'm not speaking for the Protectorate. Nor am I here on some thinly-veiled manoeuvre to gain an advantage for it. Just in case there's a misunderstanding. My time in political office and service there ended long ago."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Iella E'ron"]
"Kerrigan's right. The Confederacy may have signed on as the Republic's ally, but you absolutely can't count on that. Here's why, just off the top of my head.

"They signed the Treaty of Ithor alongside Black Sun, then turned on'em at Barab the moment they were weak, at Barab. They did the exact same to the Atrisian Empire and dropped Lucrehulks on the planet. One of their top Masters kidnapped an' tortured women; when I took the evidence to the Confederacy, they closed ranks an' told us that we coulda faked all of it, then dropped the hammer on us. They only made it right when Isley Verd wanted my business, an' for no other reason. I was at Druckenwell when ships commanded by Kal Strife, not just that Seroth Hoath scapegoat, began a Base Delta Zero on the Confederacy's own world. Companies are pullin' out of Confederate space, partially or wholly, on ethical grounds. An' where are the Jedi? Ignorin' the problem. Oh, sure, there's other priorities, the One Sith, the New Order, but the Confederacy was only allies with the Republic because Josiah Denko saw eye to eye with Selena Halcyon an' Isley Verd was in with Harkness.

"You know what makes people lose enough faith in the Order that they go elsewhere? This. Right here. Turnin' a blind eye to evil outta convenience. If the Jedi don't make moral stands as much as, or more than, they make military stands, they're no good for anything -- we're no good for anything -- and we all know it."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Politics was always the seed of people's grumblings, Jorus words struck true. And it took everything not to go wide-eyed. Jedi humility, Jedi humility.

"You're right." Kiskla admitted, slouching slightly. She'd been brutally cold with Ike, the same sort of decision-making was necessary more often, obviously. Jedi humility. These people were vastly more experienced. Jedi humility.

"The Order is not the Republic -- mere defenders of it. It is also not me. That was my say, but there are others here who could have suggested a more actionable solution." Enough of defending her ..council? "But the confederacy is near to Republic space, as it is to the protectorate." She pinched between her eyes "They have some Sith in their ranks, for some time it was said these Sith were controlled but-- I doubt that. Especially with the shift in leadership. Archon Mason was a good woman, I'm afraid I don't know who is now in charge-- which goes to show the importance they hold of alliegences. There are a few zones the republic is already overseeing as mentioned earlier, with us spread thin, we'll need help when adding the CIS's regions to our list."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Iella E'ron"]

"As for the Fed leader, his name's Norongachi, Salem Norongachi. A harsh man, I'm told, intolerant of threats and opposition, but rational. A more dangerous man than any we've seen from that territory. Verd was a coward, Rostu was a coward, Mason never did anything that I know of -- but this man. This man's something else. From what I'm hearin', the closest comparison I can draw is Thrawn.

"So yeah. The Feds are right up there with the One Sith as threats that need some kind of united effort from all of us. Fringe too, maybe, but at least they ain't torching their own worlds from spite, nor holding on to stolen Jedi property while tryin' to play friends."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Skye Mertaal"]

Incongruously, his gorge rose, but he kept it down. No reason to vomit in front of her, not when he was processing the alcohol faster than anyone alive. He braced himself on the edge of the window, staring out at the distant Coronet.

"Freedom, great lines, a punch like a gorog -- what's not to love? What's not to love." He shoved himself away from the window, upright but swaying gently. "Corridor's just that way. Thanks for the escort, Mertaal. I mean it. Coulda gotten myself in a good bit of trouble today. There's some here wish me well, some that don't, and some I'd put through a wall." He gestured vaguely at her. "Give me honest folk any day. There's a reason I swore off burlap."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Kiskla Grayson"]


"Kindly, controlled Sith are as plausible as vegetarian voxyn," Siobhan snorted derisively. Her opinion on them was pretty clear and needed no further elaboration.


She listened to Jorus then nodded. "The Republic has its own enemy to fight right on its doorstep and its own interests to look out for. Its Jedi must already be stretched thin by the Sith conflict. But the Confederates have never been a friend. They jumped over and played nice with the Republic when it was clear the Empire was not going anywhere, after having been in cohorts with the Empire for so long. Before that Rostu blackmailed the Republic into giving him the Shepherd under threat of an Ithor invasion, like a common criminal. If they have someone rational and ruthless in charge they're even more of a threat," she spoke.

Siobhan had never been an idealist. Rather she was a cross between an extreme cynic and someone who when it came to the few ironclad convictions she had still retained a rather black and white outlook. Then again she had left the Jedi Order long ago and her reasons had been quite different from those of the conscientous objectors who formed the exodus that began after Roche.


"Rostu and Verd could be counted on to be cowards once they were at a disadvantage. Fringe is a Sith haven, notwithstanding their claims about being there to fight monsters, but they're less urgent and have yet to raze a planet. Either way, I know where I'll be when things heat up again and the lull in fighting ends. It's giving the Confederates time to build their forces up after their fleet proved terribly outdated at Druckenwell."