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

[Zion Krayt]

The Conference Room

[member="Jorus Merrill"] - [member="Phylis Alince"] - [member="Rosa Gunn"] - [member="Jaxton Ravos"] - [member="Sarge Potteiger"] - [member="Karen Roberts"] - [member="Ashin Varanin"] - @Je'daii

The Jedi Knight raised his hand slowly, to get people's attention, hopefully it worked. If it didn't, he still spoke anyway.

"I am a Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order from the Galactic Republic." He started in what could be assumed was modesty. "In my adventures, and missions across the Galaxy I have encountered the Sith known as the New Order. I am unsure as to if you all know of their existence, or their location, but I know of at least two of their planets at this point." He said. He had been to both planets to fight them. "They are located within the Tingel Arm once more, this new Sith organization. Mirial and Telos IV are where they are located." Then he stopped and leaned back into his chair.

"I apologize if you already knew this information."

Oh how embarrassing that would be.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Conference Room

[member="Jorus Merrill"] - [member="Phylis Alince"] - [member="Rosa Gunn"] - [member="Jaxton Ravos"] - [member="Sarge Potteiger"] - [member="Karen Roberts"] - Zaren Bouqi - @Je'daii

Ashin shrugged gently. "If we're talking of the New Order, I destroyed one of their flagships over Morellia and tore down their Sith temple on Bosph a couple of weeks back. That region is mostly the Mandalorians' problem, though the Republic and even the Sanctum are nearby. I'm certainly willing to lend a hand against the New Order if necessary."

 

[The End Narrator]

Corridors then the Sparring Arena/Area.


Aaralyn didn't bother to wait for a response from her towering Padawan. Yes, Padawan. Alot of people found it hard to believe that [member="Shaw McKeller"] was a Jedi Padawan much less a Jedi given his impressive armor and his towering presence. She would make a mental note to speak to him again about his personal life, get to know him a little bit more. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she roamed the corridors of the Station, her arms crossing her chest in thought. She had no real desire to cause trouble and at times she herself didn't understand why she did it. Ember had always said she had a mouth on her, one day that mouth was going to get her into more trouble than she could bargain for...but so far she had been lucky.

She continued down the corridors, passing Jedi of various ranks and Orders speaking to one and another, disregarding the notion of Master to Knight, Knight to Padawan. It was interesting to see how they interacted with one and another, some old friends re-united after years of being apart while some rivals meeting again in the Sparring Arena. That is where she ended up. Her gaze fell upon the Padawans within, being instructed briefly by [member="Ayden Cater"] before they moved on. There were two men she didn't recognize near Master [member="Syn"], an older looking gentleman who appeared that he could hold his own obviously [[member="Je'gan Olra'en"]] and then a tall ginger haired man. [[member="Ilias Nytrau"].] She excused herself as the Padawans passed her and made her way into the arena carefully, a hand slowly raising to Ayden.

"I'd like to have the next dance, if it's possible..." She said with a smirk. "However, I'd like to say anything goes..."

 

[Shaw McKeller]

The Mandalorian chuckled as his master left him in the hallway. She was a firecracker, this much was true, but she still had much to learn. Could Shaw teach her how to be a better Jedi? Not at all. He didn't even know how to be a Jedi, really. What he could do was teach her how not to step on toes. Basic things. That was the problem with a lot of the Force users in the galaxy, he felt. A lot of background and upbringing to show that they were different. Special. That they were separate from the rest who weren't like them.

Barring a few alien species he'd met in his life, those who used the Force put their pants on the same way everyone else did: One leg at a time.

The Force was a tool. Something to use... or not. It was a weapon with a safety. A knife with a sheath. An angry spouse that you held flowers behind your back for. If you were responsible and mature with it, it would go off when you least expected it to and it would help you, and others, in many ways. If you mistreated it or didn't give it flowers occasionally, proverbially speaking of course, it would consume you. McKeller knew that all too easily. He'd lived most of his life wading through the darker, bloodier shades of the Force.

It was a strange thing, having [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] as his master. On one hand, she had much to teach him. On the other hand, many things he taught her. Who mentored who was ofttimes a very valid question to ask. Regardless, it seemed to work out for the best, though Shaw realized more and more that he caught himself looking out for the small woman. Such a strange relationship of sorts.

With all of this in his head, he headed to the sparring areas himself. Aaralyn did tell him to learn from other Jedi and tell her what he learned. Shaw wasn't much of a philosopher, but he was a fighter. He'd check and see which of the other orders were up for some exercise...

 

[Jsc]

The Conference Room
Tag: [member="Jorus Merrill"]

The blue-haired woman listened and observed the listing. It appeared the discussion would volley about 'political jurisdiction'. Interesting. Then the conversation changed towards Sith engagements. Also, interesting. It appeared Mr Merril had an agenda to discuss. Which actually surprised her. Maybe this wasn't a Sith trap after all. ...Slightly disappointing that.

None of the topics required a comment from ol' Blue however. Kiskla Grayson, or her stand in, could speak for the Republic State Order. Karen could content herself with simply listening and nodding. It was a comfortable place to abide, even in such grand company. Speechless.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

-Conference Room

Pressing matters back at the Order of the Silver Jedi had detained Iella and she is running late. The vast distance covered across the galaxy, now she walked the corridors to the Conference Room. A wry smile formed on her face as she turned a corner and before her fell the open doors to the room. Although she is dressed in her Silver Jedi robes, no insignia adorned the fabric, Iella is not one for decorations or mantels of rank. She is a Jedi, pure and simple.

Her feet crossed the threshold of the room her eyes scanned the peoples present, some faces familiar others no, but a room full of lightsiders? A good thing .. right? Well that remained to be seen.

Having the agenda sent to her, she knew of the talks to come she hoped something productive would come of it, she hoped for it at least. However, from the mood of the room some differences had already surfaced which was to be expected, disappointing but inevitable. But enough waffle .. to business.

“Ah, Corellian Ale!”, she said aloud as she moved toward the Force given liquid, oh so long since she had tasted the it and to this Corellian it was like blood. Quickly getting herself a glass full of it, she took her first sip in ages, the pleasure of it notable on her face, “I thank the provider of this fine ale, May the Force be with You”. She smiled with cheek.

However, her face turned more serious as others began to enter the room and begin talks.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

TRAINING ROOM

It had taken Valeria a moment to notice how big the rocks were. An estimation of their size brought her to the conclusion that they were several tonnes each, and thus the woman holding them up was someone very, very strong in the Force.

As they started whizzing overhead she ducked, afraid of being crushed by one as they hurtled by.
She couldn’t even begin to start lifting one, let alone six.

“Ahh…excuse me?” she asked as another boulder came close by. She couldn’t easily get out of the room, what with the rocks flying past.

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

THE CANTINA​

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She had done it. She had snuck away when her mommy, [member="Spencer Jacobs"], wasn't looking to go find papa ([member="Ashin Varanin"]), and managed to evade being rediscovered. This was a big place and it was easy to get lost. And as a matter of fact... she was lost, and she was starting to get thirsty. Wait... didn't she just see people having something to drink in that place she just passed? Ibaris backtracked, and found herself at the entrance to the cantina. Her eyes took in everything they could see from their low vantage point, and satisfied that she might just get something to not make her thirsty anymore, she wandered in utterly nonchalant and scrambled (with some grunting and difficulty) up onto a barstool, and knelt on the seat, leaning over the bartop... right next to [member="Seydon of Arda"].

"Hey... hey!" Her brow and nose wrinkled delicately, as she pawed out to wave the barkeep down. "Can I get a drink? I'm dying of thirst, here."

Her eyes inched curiously over to give the three men at the bar ([member="Ember Rekali"] and [member="Aedan Miles"], in addition to Seydon) a sidelong glance that quickly turned into a full-faced, indignant look.

"What are you looking at?"

Then her eyes snapped back to the bartender.

"Come on! What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

 

[Syn]

[member="Iella E'ron"]

Syn looked around at the ones who had come into the training and sparring room while he raised an eyebrow... and then his nose caught the scent of Iella and he was glad. At least someone here he could really talk to while he moved and made his way into the conference room standing to listen. He didn't worry about input yet, jedi groups doing what jedi did in the galaxy was good enough for him and he would only work to make sure the silver jedi maintained their autonomy... "Master E'ron."

 

[Avalore Eden]

Conference Room

It's completely and utterly normal to get lost in a place like this.

Avalore told herself this after finally finding the entrance to the Conference Room. Turns out if she'd zigged instead of zagged about twenty minutes ago, she would have been present for the start of the talks. The Healer took pause outside the doors, breathed deeply, and pressed through. Upon viewing the attendees of the conference, Avalore entertained some serious second thoughts. A room full of, what she believed to be, Masters of varying orders.

She might be from the Jedi Order, but she certainly wasn't here representing. Since Diana's death, Avalore had tried to keep busy with missions but truth be told nothing was keeping her mind free of the emotional shadows left there. She sighed, lips thin, and slowly made her way around the table where she took a seat just off to the right of where [member="Sarge Potteiger"] stood, though she hardly recognized the man within the armor.

Brown eyes casting around, Avalore gently reached for a datapad while straining to listen to the words passing back and forth, and that was the moment her eyes settled upon [member="Jorus Merrill"].

She froze.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

~Cantina~
"Hmn?" He turned on his hip, stuck slightly, heat from his rump temporarily planing the curl of his ass onto the stool upholstery. Ale lapped and dribbled over the tankard rim.

She was a slip of a child, a hand's breadth below four feet and not even yet quite fifty pounds. Her dress was something between childish, functional, conservatively adventurous. Blonde trestles blinkered with auburn hairs locked across flat cheeks narrowing into a tight chin, peering fierce hazel eyes past the bridge of her small, button nose. By the spit of pressure giving his temples a pulsation, throbbing briefly, her presence muted eldritch Force tendrils. The child was Sensitive. Where and how she came to be stuck up on the seating beside him, the drink had probably muddled. Seydon glanced to the barkeep; he waved hands off, jogging back along the counter to serve further customers.

"Pardon us, we're soused, we may have mistaken you for one Angels of Izalith~" Seydon smoothed into a quick apology. He jumped the bar, landing behind, pulling up small shot glasses. Despite a few glances down the stools questioning this potential impropriety, some bright cheek of his own glowed in his wolf-eyes.

One by one, he topped the shots with helpings of chocolate milk, from a dusty blue bottle stuck at the back of a small keg-fridge. He peered at the faded, yellowed labeling: [FOR THE KIDS] "...Hell does that mean?" He murmured, and then pushed the shots over with his off-hand whilst taking a swig himself from the bottle neck.

The taste held true. Simple milk strung and dyed with cocoa elements into precisely what it appeared as: a chocolate beverage, thick on the tongue but otherwise scoured of alcohol. "...Oh thank goodness."

[member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Indoor Garden

The Ryan "Rain Cloud" Korr stomped away from the cantina with a troubled heart and found his way into the gardens. The tranquility helped to soothe his restless heart. He still had not forgiven the Silver Jedi for their abandonment at Coruscant, leaving after they took care of the wounded. Perhaps the Council deserved it, but what about all the other Jedi who'd died that day? So, he grit his teeth and turned away from the company of cowards and false friends.

He wandered the garden, pursued by an aura of grumpiness.

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

TRAINING ROOM

For a very brief moment concentration was broke as [member="Valeria Aetani"] spoke up. Not for long ago, but even the slightest drop in focus could undo the whole action and so it sufficed. Siobhan spotted the girl in the room before and sensed her presence, but it was only now that she really noticed her in the sense that she paid her any mind. Just as one of the giant boulders had come whizzing past her.

Abruptly the boulders began to plummet towards the ground as she was distracted. One of the boulders had been actually floating above Siobhan, another was now coming dangerously close to crash into Valeria, which if it connected would probably be rather unpleasant for her. However, as the rocks descended at rapidly epic speed they suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall, a barrier that kept them suspended above in the air.

Siobhan sat there, concentration so written across her features that it appeared visibly painful as she held them at bay. The strain upon her was all too evident. Powerful ripples would be felt within the Force as she concentrated her power, unleashing it as she gave the massive boulders a hard push, in as much as the overwhelmning wave of energy could be described as a push, letting them tumble down upon the ground, meaning that the one close to Valeria would land upon the floor at a safe distance. Very loud thuds would be heard, but then no one had gotten their face bashed by gigantic rocks.

The woman still sat there, breathing very heavily, covered in sweat, looking as if only now the exertions of the past... - she was actually not sure for just how long she had been pushing herself, so focused had she been on her task and so completely had she given herself to the Force - had caught up with her and been recognised by her body. Her head thumped loudly, a headache announcing herself with an annoying ache. She sought to arise from her meditative lotus position but it seemed that for now at least her legs were protesting and felt like they had died on her as if she had walked a marathon or perhaps more than one, since her energy had gone into spinning boulders weighing several tons, so she felt drained and worn out, having not equipped her sigil to give her a convenient energy boost through a force battery. Being pure telekinetic muscle had the downside of...indulging in satisfying but rather tiring activities, which were sort of required to, as one might put it, stay in shape.

Instead, her hand moving with annoying, glacial slowness, she gripped a glass of water and drunk greedily from it. Then she finally addressed Valeria as she locked eyes with her. Her breathing was laboured, but her tone casual. As if the whole affair was something normal, but then from her perspective it probably was. "Yes? What's your name? Sorry, I didn't notice you before. Is there something you need"

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Conference Room
@Everyone in the Conference Room

Being around Force users, specifically Jedi, made the old man uncomfortable. But he trusted Jorus and the invitation was accepted from the humble man. He wished his helmet was on...But Ember had told him it would have been rude to do so in a meeting like this. The one the Jedi Master had called 'Preacher' disturbed him. He knew a killer when he saw one...And that man was one. His old, gray eyes fell on the visor of the Jedi, or at least he assumed he was a Jedi...Everyone else in the room seemed to be.

Jaxton's invitation to Corellian Ale was appreciated, and Gil jumped at the chance...However it was a little far for him to reach. Of course everyone else had their fancy pants "Force" to grab a beer with...But him? He started to get up, then sat down, reached into his utility belt and removed the beskar flask he held his favorite drink, Ne'tra gal. It was good to know alcohol was not looked down upon in this meeting...Or maybe it was and this Jaxton character was quite the rebel. Taking a swig he raised his flask in the Zeltron's direction and nodded in approval.

Shots were fired between this "Sword of the Jedi" and Rosa. The meeting was already off to a bumpy start. He wished he had his helmet, it would hid the discomfort that he felt was displayed blatantly on his face. It seemed they were passing around introductions...Was it his turn? He wasn't sure. He spoke anyways, "Gilamar Skirata, Mand'alor." he nodded, passing the torch.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles blinked at the girl and then watched the man vault over the bar causing the young man to laugh lightly as he pulled his cloak off and folded it up to rest it on the bar as he leaned forward glancing at the girl again he bowed lightly. "Sorry little one I wasn't expecting your appearance caught me off guard. I am Aedan Miles a Knight from the Mandalorian lands." With his introduction closed he reached for his glass and took a deep drink from it before the shots were passed around and he raised an eyebrow watching Seydon as he chuckled again. "Maybe coming here wasn't a bad idea." He pulled out a datapad and started to scroll through the list of areas there were and what was likely to go on at each of them.
[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Valeria had let out a little squeak as the rock had come perilously close. Her own Force abilities were not up to the task, and so she had jumped aside using the Force to aid her. The rocks came down with a thump and the other woman was looking at her.
“Uhh…uh…I’m Valeria, Padawan,” she stuttered. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you. Just…uh…didn’t want to get squashed.”

She didn’t recognise the woman across from her at all. Well…not entirely true. She did remember her face from somewhere. Perhaps she’d seen her once at the Temple? She didn’t look like a regular Jedi though.

 

[Mother Askani]

Indoor Garden

Sochi had come with [member="Iella E'ron"] but after boarding she turned wound to see that woman gone in the crowds of those attending this convocation. It had been years since she had been amongst her brothers and sister like this, and at a time where they weren't at each other's neck trying to point out whether one was more relevant than the other. She walked slowly through the metallic halls of Sigma station, hoping that she would just run into someone she knew, or even Iella herself! Her robes, those that were always elaborately placed, and darling behind her as she walked were worn. Her lekku would move slightly as she maneuvered her head to look at faces, and signs.

As she walked the clanking if her boots became more louder, she noticed that the halls weren't as crowded where she ended up. Hmm, she must've been going the wrong way. The conference room was where they decided to go, but...she placed her index finger on her chin, and it curled slightly. A few more steps saw her walked past glass that would take the place of a wall. Through she saw a magnificent garden, it seems the force had...other plans for her. She could see figures through the thick foliage of flowers! and exotic plants. She approached the door, when it slid open upon her arrival she walked down the steps slowly, only to see [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and an Ithorian Jedi, she hadn't met before. She would approach them.

"Greetings, it seems I got just a tad bit lost. How goes it? This is a beautiful place." her exotic accent was thick , but not thick to penetrate and become hard for others to understand. Her demeanor was calm, and serene as always. Tranquil xpressions to accompany that.

[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

Medical Center

Shiva had spend a few hours already after coming a board with her sister @Regina Hozionis. After which they had spit up. This was a brave knew place for her be at. Let of leaning she could, being knew to the order of the Silver Jedi. Even so she had on the robes of being one of the new healers in training. Only having a the basic down. Hoping there would be others there of the set skills to look to watch.

Finding herself wondering into the place. Only to see that there wasn't much going on in the place of yet. Wondering around and looking at all the updated equipment. As one to go space out to all else, as she was in her own little world. Even to the fact that she was singing as she went along. Finding herself, shaking herself out of her dream state. "Oh hello,", having her back towards him.

Hearing the voice, to find herself turning around, give him a full look down. What she saw only made only do a double take. "Hellooooooo there..Can I help you." , giving him a very wide grin.

@Jessie Volt

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"] [member="Regina Horizonis"]

MEDICAL CENTER

"Well sugar britches, what kind of work you think we're going to need medical attention for here?" Jessie had been mostly spending his time on Tython and enjoying the sun. War wasn't for him, after Sky and the others well the jedi without a saber had taken to training only those who really didn't want to fight in how to work for peace. Now he was standing here in the medical area on a table with his shirt off and let the medic work on him for fun. He turned his head looking at the one who was there and turning to see Shiva he spoke. "Hello there." He kept the force energies in his body focused and let it come out with his voice. Allowing the words to coil and caress like warm fur for the woman. He put all promise into the voice while he sat on the bed.

 

[Alan]

The Conference Room


Tracyn sat quietly, listening intently to the various speakers in the room. In his hand, drifted a certain Jedi coin. It bounced between his hands, his mighty fingers swishing the coin up, over, and under his knuckles. It was hypnotizing to watch, for those who were not him. No, he was focused on the wall of the room, the ambiance of the general chatter. The information he soaked up, what little that he didn't know. He turned around the room slowly, looking at each of the Jedi. Then, he spotted someone he hadn't seen in quite a while. When he left the Mandalorians for his true calling, he was but a young man. His face had hardened, and time had slowly shaped Tracyn into a more mature-looking man. While older may be a better term, he did not seem entirely un-youthful at the same time. He took a seat next to [member="Gilamar Skirata"], folding his hands slowly. Gilamar, would notice that he wasn't wearing his Beskar'gam anymore. No, that was back at the temple, locked away in his personal effects. He wondered if he would ever even bother to put it back on.


The coin was laid down on the table, after a moment. Tracyn spoke quietly, but in a more gravelly tone than those around the table who had not seen him in quite some time would remember."I know most of you at this table, but I will go ahead and formerly introduce myself to those who I do not have the pleasure of knowing."He took a momentary pause to let his sentence carry weight, and then spoke again. He was a good public speaker."My name is Tracyn Ordo, and I am a Knight Of The Jedi Order."He looked at the various individuals at the table, but never lingered on one. All of them had respective opinions, each valuable, every insight great and knowledgeable. He smiled, for a moment, realizing the great company he was in.

"We cannot ignore the Sith any longer. We have beaten them, they are reforming. We shall beat them, again."