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

[The End Narrator]

THE CONFERENCE ROOM
Close By: [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Jaxton Ravos"], [member="Karen Roberts"]


"I am inclined to agree with Master Ravos, was it?" She gave a nod to the man across from her. "I believe we have all come here despite our differences with a common goal. To learn from one and another and unite in some form or fashion." She made a motion with her hand. "We have enemies rising every day from places we never thought to look. It doesn't matter if you're apart of the Jedi Order or apart of the Levantine Sanctum." She sighed heavily. "The darkness wishes to consume the light, at all costs."

"We must put aside the petty differences, the politics that may divide us and understand when the time comes...we have to be ready to be behind each other without question." She brought a single index finger up. "And make no mistake ladies and gentlemen, war is coming."

"And for the record, I apologize for being rude. I am Aaralyn Rekali, Sword of the Jedi and Master of the Jedi Order." She slowly stood and bowed to the group as a whole. She could behave and act accordingly, her unorthodox behavior had it's limitations...when she wanted it do.

 

[Aedan Miles]

CANTINA

Aedan winces and sighed resting his forehead on the bar top before he lifted his head pulling the hood back up and moving to sit closer to [member="Ember Rekali"] mumbling lightly. "Hey Ember can we not let it get out that I am here. A whole bunch of people don't know that I have taken to trying to be a good guy." He looked at the other man and offered him a polite bow as he muttered. "Honor to meet you." [member="Seydon of Arda"]

 

[Saki]

Sparring Area
@Je'gan Olra'en

Saki looked at the former grandmaster and gave a nod of her head. She could be snotty sometimes but that was usually with the ones who saw her and made more comments about being covered in tattoo's or like her padawan had done... Say he knew how to beat everyone in the temple before he disappeared. "Yeah I was the one, then master Wraith made sure I wasn't a danger before I was made a master." She didn't know what to think about the makashi idea, that was so outside her comfort zone. Her first inclination when facing a saber wielder was to quite literally break the ground from underneath him and punch the problem away. It had worked against that Fringe Master Cordel... though not without her getting plenty of scars and a beating. "But I will take a look, would be a good idea to have a back up when punching and kicking won't work master Je'gan."

 

[Phylis Alince]

CONFERENCE ROOM

Like a certain Padawan, Phylis Alince had gotten lost in Sigma Station, but using her cunning and intuition (and more relevantly, a map) she had found her way to her destination.

She entered the Conference Room a bit bedraggled and flustered but otherwise intact and ready.

“Good…day? I am Phylis Alince, Master of First Knowledge, and so forth. Uhh…how is everyone?” she asked, suddenly realising she’d likely interrupted people.

It was just as well that Siobhan Kerrigan wouldn’t be here, she thought, she couldn’t face her again. Dramatic irony alert…

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

THE CONFERENCE ROOM
Close By: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Phylis Alince"]

Sarge was standing away from the table, arms folded across his chest. Quite unlike the curiously garbed Karen, he was here in full gear. His riot gear beskar, freshly mended, sat neatly upon his leanly muscled physique.

His bulk, however, was added to by the thick leather duster set upon broad shoulders, the coat itself hanging down to the back of his calves. Upon his right thigh sat a slugthrower pistol, immaculately maintained while his left hip carried his lightsaber.

Red lenses observed those presently gathered, cataloging those he knew and did not know. The Zeltron he'd not met, same for Aaralyn. He did, however, know both Karen and Jorus.

Jorus and Karen would, in turn, likely recognize the Jedi known as Preacher. The same went for Phylis.

Jorus would be the only one to know him as Sarge.

Such was the way of things.

He sincerely hoped this didn't turn into a Senate debate. If it did, there'd be more than one swan dive to the bottom of the Chamber by the end of this - and Preacher would be the one helping them down.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

SPARRING AREA​

​

A convocation - something of the likes he had not seen in... well, centuries. Then again, it had been some time since the Jedi had formed a cohesive enough group from which splintering could even occur, and the fact that it had occurred was unfortunate, but predictable. History had a habit of repeating itself, no matter how well or unwell the past was known. Could he have seen it all coming? Yes, in theory, but he was no seer. His access to the gift of foresight was terribly limited, but the fire-haired master of old was blessed in other ways. However, that was not why he was here, and he had impressed the reasons for this gathering on all of his students, should any of them deem it within their interests to show up. He had encouraged it, for this was not an opportunity to be missed.

Which brought up the first place he had deemed within his interests to 'stick his nose in', as it were - a sparring area, large and accommodating, and currently peopled with a number of individuals of varying levels of skill, age, and experience. Ilias himself recognized the velocities, the workings of the form of Makashi - it was the second form he had learned as a much younger man, before taking up the more aggressive forms of D'jem So for his strength, and Vaapad later on, as a fairly successful challenge to the depths of his control.

He may have been a healer, first and foremost, but his very genetic makeup had necessitated such an outlet for the ravages of his pubescent days. It was at that time that he had begun studies of this second discipline... but that was tale for another time, for there was much that was old within this area, one in particular that he had not felt in proximity for a time some would deem impossible. He watched [member="Je'gan Olra'en"] with the students and considered whether or not he would do more than observe the exchanges and teachings of blade.

No matter his decision, there was a small gladness at the possibility of a reacquaintance.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Nearby: [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Syn"], [member="Ilias Nytrau"]

[member="Saki"]
He nodded in approval at mention of [member="Darron Wraith"], who he considered a brother after what felt like infinite battles together. "Well, if you're starting from square one when it comes to finesse, Makashi might be a steep learning curve. Stick around for a little while, though, and we'll switch to Soresu, which you might find a bit more accessible if you're not already familiar with it. It's worth knowing how to take a hit when dishing one out won't solve all your problems."

He raised his voice as [member="Ilias Nytrau"] drew near. "We were just saying that it might be time to switch Forms, Master Nytrau. What do you think? Some Soresu, maybe?"

 

[Seydon of Arda]

~Cantina~

He was hunched in with shoulders tense in worry, hands reaching to clench at the awning of his hood to make sure its ride and slope over his brow helped keep certain identifying cues from being picked up by any casual glance. Seydon said nothing for it. A blowfly, fat, lazy, buzzing with glossy wings, landed on the counter-space between the three. It idled a moment on worn gnarlwood stained permanently with several islands of sunk alcohol stains. Then it rose drunkenly and skittered off out of sight, to hunker in the rafters.

It could do for better company, it seemed.

Seydon gestured Aedan close, reaching for a tall piece of fridge-frosted glass. Some nondescript liquid, charming concoction of Alderaan whiskey and Tattooine spice-beer, was poured and handed over. "Maybe, maybe," He chuckled. "But you pay for any degree of ability. These days, a proper longsword's as a good as anything. Robust as an axe, little longer reach. Just a little~ Here, man, drink up. Everyone's no one around here. Besides, if someone starts sauntering over with stun-cuffs - "

He thumbed between himself and Ember. " - We're here to aggressively negotiate for your right to remain as you will."

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Jsc]

The Conference Room
Tag: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Sword of the Jedi. It was a somber time to use such a title. The previous owner had passed away and Karen hadn't the time to attend the funeral. Though the legend remained. Diana had accomplished much and she would be remembered. It was good to note those that attended in the flesh and those that attended in spirit. Perhaps there were many wise spirits in attendance today. Perhaps Karen was simply musing upon the past. Hm.

Karen took a step back and rested her back against the wall. There was no need for introductions from the blue-haired woman. She had no titles to present, no Order to speak for, and no politics worth mentioning. If anyone asked she would simply say: Independent. Though, there was quite a few of those going around today. Oh bother.

Karen did not recognize Sarge nor take notice of his Jedi Alias. Even the warrior's Signature was foreign to her. Either her perceptions were too dull or the man had simply changed too much. His identity remained, as always; a shadow blurred.

Ol' Blue simply listened and pondered upon the Force's strange sense of humor.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

"Amen to that, and a nice turn of phrase it is too. These are friendly stars today, Miles. Clear skies and friendly stars, and not a soul to tell you that you don't belong. Not a man this side of Belkadan immune to that, eh?" As Seroth passed the mug to Aedan, Ember clapped the reformed pirate on the shoulder. A second later and he'd have jostled the drink. "And you've got better sense to you these days, Miles. Light Side'll do you good, you give it half a chance. Feth, I sound like a poster. I need another."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The Conference Room
[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] @Je'daii [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] @whoever else you all posted before I finished

Rosa slid in behind Jaxton as he loaded the beer onto the table only to receive protest almost instantly. "Off to a fine start already I see." she muttered to Jorus with a wink as she passed him and moved to join Jaxton's side. She hovered there quietly as people began making introductions. She looked at her feet and bit her lower lip as Aaralyn announced herself as being 'Sword of the Jedi', holding back a chuckle. She did her best not to look at Jaxton for fear of laughing, she remembered when he had held that title. Oh so long ago.

Looking up she cleared her throat "Alright, as we're doing introductions, My name is Rosa Gunn." she paused briefly, she hadn't said her new name aloud before, catching herself she continued. "I haven't got a title or a responsibility as such. I just go where I am needed. Hence my involvement in your current affairs with the Sith."

 

[Ayden Cater]

The Sparring Area
[member="Je'gan Olra'en"], [member="Syn"]

"Watch your footing." Ayden said in quiet instruction as he took a step back and let one of the Padawan's strike at his leg cut through nothing and threatened to send the young man tumbling. His partner was quicker and jumped in to defend her partner as Ayden brought down a downward strike. It might not have been a true duel, but her reaction time was impressive all the same. Spinning around on his feet, the Corellian master danced around her attacks, careful with his blade work to avoid any accidental nicks.

Her partner recovered and spun around with an upward thrust. Ayden leaned to the left while bringing his right arm up and over, his own lightsaber blade preventing any possible attempts to cut at him. At the same time he let a second lightsaber hilt slide down his left sleeve and caught it, activating it and holding it in a kill position over the Padawan. "Never sacrifice your security for a killing blow. Other forms might champion aggressive moves, but that's not what Makashi is about. Makashi is about minimizing your efforts and being careful with your planning. Only use what force you have to."

Letting him stand up, Ayden took a position in the starting corner and slid his second lightsaber back up his sleeve. The two previous Padawans went back to the velocities while he waited for another challenger, or challengers, to work with.

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

He nodded to the suggestion from [member="Je'gan Olra'en"], one tip of his head as he uncrossed his arms, moving his hands to fold behind him.

"Too many students, far too often, forget that a good defense is just as critical as any offense they could ever muster, often opting for the most aggressive thing they can get their hands on."

Ilias laughed a little, stepping a little closer, glancing to [member="Saki"], and giving [member="Ayden Cater"] a brief look.

"Such is the way of youth. A little of the most non-aggressive bladed form would do some good. A fine choice, Master Olra'en."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Indoor Garden

This particular Jedi Master and his daughter Nina, along with his padawan [member="Valeria Aetani"], had joined their fellow Levantines in attempting to form an agreement that all types of Jedi were equal in the eyes of eachother. Further animosity could only lead to disaster, especially with the Sith having re-emerged from the shadows in the conquering of Coruscant. He had been present at the time and seen the slaughter punctuated with the complete destruction of the Jedi Temple. Who knew what atrocities were committed there at this very moment? What of the millions of people unable to evacuate before it was already too late? It pained him greatly to linger on the subject, but it was a terrible reality that shouldn't be ignored. To do so would be irresponsible to say the least.

It didn't bother Thurion that his padawan and he had been separated in the large influx of Jedi Masters, Knights and Padawans. After all, no-one would harm her here, and this station would be safe to say one of the, if not the most, well-guarded places in the galaxy to find yourself in at the moment. That, and the fact that very few outside of those attending would know about the station's whereabouts. She'd do fine on her own for now. That is why Thurion and his daughter were now casually sauntering about the lovely gardens found aboard this massive station. Nina greatly enjoyed going from flower to flower and smell them one after the other, as well as the gorgeous colours combining to make an absolute masterpiece of a garden. She giggled and smiled as she bounced around, yet would always keep close to her adopted father and guardian. It wasn't something he'd imposed on her; she chose to do so for comfort and security, even though as stated previously, this station was heavily guarded and well-protected.

In the distance Thurion could make out the form of an Ithorian tending to the plantlife around him. Not just any Ithorian; this one was none other than the huggable [member="Boolon Murr"], who he had known for many years, from back when he and Asha arrived on Teth during the formation of the Silent Conclave. It had been some time since the two had met, much less spoken to one another. Circumstances had not allowed them until now. While keeping a watchful eye on his daughter having the time of her life, he wandered over to the quiet-but-lovable Ithorian. "You haven't changed a bit, uncle Boo", he said as he approached, smiling like he was a ten-year-old once more. He had to stop himself from walking up to him and give him a hug.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Conference Room
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] @Je'daii [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

The woman who entered the room now had been named a Jedi Master by Ben Watts...and base jumped from the Jedi Council tower. Her nod might have come off as shy on a softer face as she took one of the large round table's seats.

It had been ten long years since she'd sat in council with other Jedi. She'd spent most of those ten years infected with Sith Poison and undercover in the Empire. Her features had changed, her eyes too. She'd added more than ten years to her face, certainly. Half the Jedi on this station looked at her askance. She honestly couldn't blame them.

She still sat down. "Arbiter Ashin Varanin, Fringe Confederation," she said quietly. "Jedi Master."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan chuckled as Ember spoke and nodded his head once as he took a deep drink of the mix handed to him setting it down he pulled the hood of his cloak back resting the lengthy lightsaber pike against the bar top as he nodded to Seydon once thinking for a moment as he nodded upon Ember's words once more. "That is what I was hoping Ember.. Remember back on Dromund Kaas when I almost died it was then that I realized I was being changed by the dark side I hadn't laughed, I hadn't spent time with companions, All I did was fight... Fight and kill endlessly." The young man shuddered as he remembered the panic he had felt during the fighting how he had been almost a vessel of rage not even under his control. Looking down at his drink Aedan lifted it to his lips and took a deep drink of it.
[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Garden

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Boolon rose from the freshly nurtured flower buds, eyes going wide. "Friend Thurion! It does my heart good to see that the Levantines have come. I did think I heard Master Seroth singing earlier, but it transpired that one of the Herglic brethren had come down with indigestion. Welcome to Sigma Station.'

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

The Conference Room

Jaxton gave a friendly nod to [member="Karen Roberts"], a woman he hadn't really seen since . . . almost when he was a padawan. The years had been kind to her to it seemed. Perhaps they'd catch up later, as long as this meeting kept as cordial as he hoped. It'd be nice to see where her path at taken her.

In any case, Jaxton ignored the rantings of Jedaii, before she was quickly chastised by Jorus Merill, the 'moderator' of the discussion. Even if he hadn't Jaxton would have likely ignored her. She obviously wasn't one of the big players in the room, so she was likely here as an observer for one of the other masters in the room. It wasn't his place to discipline someone else's student after all. An oddly armored man lurked behind, merely observing as Aaralyn, the current Sword of the Jedi, introduced herself and warned them of the coming wars in dramatic fashion. He couldn't help but bump his companion [member="Rosa Gunn"] on the shoulder and give her a smile. He remembered when he talked like that. That was before he adopted a child. Funny how that changed one's perspectives and goals. Some might have said he shirked his duties for her, and they might have been right, but he'd never regretted it.

Rosa introduced herself shortly afterwards and then a woman named [member="Ashin Varanin"] introduced herself as well. He knew that name well. Former Sith Emperor, he'd even fought her once, if you could call getting his butt beat with two other jedi knights a fight. At the woman's introduction he went to his cooler in the middle of the room, opened it up and got a beer in both hands, then walked over to the Arbiter, handing her a drink.

"It's good to see you." He said, before opening his own beer and taking a light swig. "Help yourself if you need anything." He continued politely, before returning to Rosa Gunn's side.


[member="Karen Roberts"][member="Aaralyn Rekali"][member="Sarge Potteiger"]

 

[Sai Fel]

The Cantina
[member="Aedan Miles"]

This place was exciting, more formal and something she hadn't expected. With the fallout from her father and the Imperium going away as quickly as it appeared. Sai had been in a tough spot and standing in her suit of Imperial knights attire. No need for a saber but even being taken in by her jedi cousins she still needed to make sure it was all good. Her eyes taking in the sight of it all while getting a drink and wishing her father, sister and brother was still around.

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn raised an eyebrow as she sat down, a smirk coming about her lips as she motioned to [member="Rosa Gunn"]. "It's not titles and responsibilities that make the person, it's how they live up to that standard. You know, the oath behind it." She shrugged it off and turned away from the table, grabbing her datapad off as she did so. Her gaze fell back onto the string of information flowing over the screen as [member="Ashin Varanin"] introduced herself. She took a moment to look up at the woman and then back down to the datapad. There was a brief second she was irked, and for that moment she felt insulted more so by the assumption...but she quickly chalked it up to tension. ~Or it could have been ignorance...~ A thought drifted through her mind. Either way, it was done.

~This is going to be nothing but a dramatic fest of, my belief, my way, no titles, this allegiance...and a bunch of non-sense of who is worse than who.~ She thought to herself. It wasn't hopeless, but it was frustrating. It just proved that there was a rift larger than a Super Star Destroyer between every single Jedi faction and as it seemed, every single Jedi.