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

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

Indoor Garden
[member="Sochi Ru"]

Nico had come to see her master, while Iella was busy the girl had worked to train hard and get ready for anything. Her robe over the kimono as she knelt in the garden and looked at Master Ru while providing a free enough space and mind. She was taking in everything while her pupils remained dilated. It would be important to see what her master needed her to recall in the future. "Master Ru? Are you sure this will work out well?"

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

[member="Jessie Volt"]

Giving her eyes the talking to her, only to find herself being drawn over to this one. Picking up the chart on him, reading only to look up. "I do think I can find your element.", walking up to him very curious giving a shrug. Remember her sister words to not touch. Giving a loop side grin. A little quick look at him wouldn't be harmful. Stepping up as she ran her finders around his shirtless core. "I see sir, let see Mr. Volt, what seem to be your main complete today. ", letting the force snake out of her figure tips to take a look under his skin to his body functions.

Odd she found that there was nothing wrong with him, but maybe getting a lot of sun and flooding his body rays. Walking around a few more times, before stopping in front of him. "I'm not but a learning healer, but you look just FINE to me, by my touch..your more then fine your a little hot, that nothing to worry about.", with a playful wink.

 

[Serenna]

[member="Shiva Horizonis"]

"Well doc I have this pain right here in my shoulders, why don't we go one over here and bridge the gaps between our jedi orders." Jessie continued to speak as he stood up a little and looked at the other jedi... there were many things he knew but she wasn't part of Tython's jedi. So he had a duty to help set down some diplomatic relations and a wise man once said all diplomatic relations can be improved. "And call me Jessie, it isn't often I meet a pretty healer doc."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

THE CONFERENCE ROOM

Kiskla had been a little preoccupied, but this was an invitation she couldn't refuse. Until she could be there in person, she sent her personal agent of The Force and Order, [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] as a proxy. Such time of absence had drawn to a close, and the young woman had closed the distances of stars to the neutral area. On her way, she had been thoroughly immersed in the conversations Grandmaster Yoda had left in his holocron -- getting herself knee-deep into the mindset of a proper Jedi and what she should be reflecting. The constellations of knowledge had been most inspiring.
She was slightly abashed to be accepting an invitation instead of extending one, but realized she would have likely have seemed politically charged. And they’d have probably been right. She had her goals.

Either way, her steps were hurried. Kiskla wasn’t an empath naturally, but she needn’t be. The station was charged with an energy that the galaxy vied for, that she vied for. Jedi congregated and working together, sharing from each other; growing. It had perhaps only been going on for an hour or so, but it was a swelling that brought a smile to her naturally pouted lips; a step in from a war-focused galaxy.

She needed to keep up to speed though; and she was scrolling through her notes, the same that those in the conference room shared, while she navigated through the stretching corridors.

Slipping in while the conversation was turning, her light eyes didn’t take long to absorb the information on the screen presented to the esteemed collaborators in the room. She already knew a handful of them personally, others by name. What she did not see, however, was her proxy. Oh dear. She was sure Aaralyn would not forgo her assignment, she was a loyal Jedi — nor would she find another activity in lieu of an important conversation. She’d simply have to catch up with her later.

She was in time to catch the resurrected [member="Tracyn Ordo"]’s comment which followed the tail-end salutations of [member="Sochi Ru"].

“I believe this collaborative solution will help prevent the Sith from becoming an uncontrollable threat. Though I’m sure we all know not to underestimate our enemies.

Thank you for your invitation, [member="Jorus Merrill"].” She nodded in salutations — she’d taken the liberty to see what files she could collect on the attendees of this congregation. Thankfully, her curious mind was privy to a lot of files!

Purposefully, Kiskla took a position that didn’t align her with one position or another. She could have easily sat with [member="Phylis Alince"] (as always), but instead chose a different empty seat. This was all about branching out, after all!

Introductions were always so awkward, she was never any good at them. Kiskla Grayson, Jedi Grayson, Master Grayson, Kiskla, whatever. Still, everyone had been formal up until now, and although the title was still foreign on her tongue, she spoke it so others knew who she was, though she’d met majority of them (or at one time had planned to, during her inaugural outreach). “Kiskla Grayson,” the Jedi spoke — realizing she’d withheld the title, yet again. She'd even done it in her public address after Coruscant. “Grandmaster for The Jedi Order of the Galactic Republic.” Galaxies, what a mouthful! Was it necessary? Probably not. Still, kind of cool to say -- although the fact she had to declare what Order she represented was irritating.


[member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] |[member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Je'daii"] | [member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Shiva Horizonis]

[member="Jessie Volt"]

Hearing his words only brought a cheesy smile to her lips. "Shoulder pain, is it I think I could help with that one.", as if looking at him in a different way. It was as if puppy eyes being looked upon him. "Well, Jessie is it, I"m not a doctor, you can call me Shiva, I"m only a beginning healer, but.." , letting her eyes fellow his to another part of medical center that had small rooms for patients. After all he did have some pain, maybe who was her to judge.

Letting him following her into the little room, waving off the droid, "I'll be handing this one personality.", pulling the glass door then the curtains. "Now lets see here if I can figure out where the pain is coming from.", after he had taken his place upon the table. Coming be hint him as she put her fingers upon his shoulders as she softly probed. Letting herself linger over the fine specimen she had found under her care. One she was very much enjoy this game, oh how she like to play games like this.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer remained situated against the wall of the conference room. Ashin took the lead on this matter and there was no one in her mind of course that would do a better job. Deciding not to introduce herself she looked about the room and took notes of those who were in attendance. Easily she spread her influence towards Ashin and guarded the woman's mind from anyone who decided to try and pry their way into it. Until she felt comfortable she would lower their guard. Unlike other times when they were in this type of situation, there was a kid around – who seemed to have gotten away. Remembering that they had brought [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] along with them, Spencer looked down at her side where she had left the kid for literally a second. Panic registered knowing that this place was huge and along the way her and Ashin had gained a few enemies.

Trying to remember the last time she had seen Ibbie, Spencer realized that she didn't have the girl when she entered the conference room with Ashin – they had wandered around looking at things and other species that belonged in the Jedi Order along with their branches.

Cursing under her breath, Spencer spoke quietly in the back of Ashin's mind. I'll be around. Keep me posted. With that Spencer slipped from the room without another word and headed to try and find her daughter. The thought didn't register any thought beyond the fact that she lost their five year old at a convention when she was more worried about her or Ashin being attacked instead of someone trying to snatch a kid. Smacking herself in the forehead a few times, Spencer continued along the hallways peering into several places and asking if anyone had seen a short, blonde haired hazel eyed kid. After talking to some creepers and others she had run into along her own adventures she was left with nothing.

Standing near the Cantina, she sent a thought through the Force. She would have developed a bond of some sorts with her daughter, so hopefully the kid would pay attention to it – though that's like asking a dog to pee in a toilet...she's five and probably more interested in other things than listening to Spencer.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Karen Roberts"] @Je'daii [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Grand Banquet Halls

The new Jedi Maria had come to the station with her Master and her other Padawan and now their paths had gone in other ways. Maria herself preferred socialisation, so she had decided to go to the Grand Banquet Halls and enjoy life a bit. She didn't know where her Master went, though. And as she was new to all this Jedi stuff, she was a bit afraid people wouldn't understand her.

She had to calm down and get a little drink, maybe. And eat a bit.

Not knowing any of the people in these halls, she only nodded to people who seemed to be greeting her with a simple "Hi!" or "Hello!". She had to get to the food really quick, otherwise she would have just stood still and done nothing.

There were so many people on the way. Getting past them was more than just difficult. It would have been better if she had somebody to talk to rather than feeling the constant need to get to the tables.

Would have she sat at a table alone? Or would have she had to go and meet other people? Both ways seemed terrifying, but she had to choose one.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Valeria Aetani"]

"I imagine. Getting your limbs crushed is rather unpleasant and costly to mend," Siobhan said matter-of-factly and very, very dryly. Unpleasant totally described a boulder that weighed at least a ton falling on you. Timelines are a fuzzy business, though this writer is presuming about ten years passed since Siobhan left the Jedi Order, so probably before Valeria became a Jedi unless this one is mistaken. She had been around Coruscant though and presumably in the news a lot during her time as the 'Sword of the Protectorate' and then Exarch.


Perhaps she had even punched a certain reporter who liked to make disingenuous assertions. Well, she most certainly had!


"I'm Siobhan Kerrigan." The tone suggested she expected people to know just who that was and what she had done, though in all fairness that might say more about Siobhan's considerable vanity! For her part she was feeling very smug with herself at her success regarding the enormous rocks, despite also feeling drained. She gulped her glass of water down and then rubbed a sweaty hand over her forehead, for her headache was starting to be bloody annoying.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
At first Valeria looked confused, wondering if she should know the name. Then she got a knowing smile. "Oh yeah, I remember you now. You're the one that punched that reporter!" she said, smiling. "Good job...though of course it's not a thing a Jedi should do. Though...I guess you're not one?" she asked cautiously. She didn't want to end up getting beaten up!

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Valeria Aetani"]
TRAINING AREA

That's what you remember! There was this one time where I...thereupon followed a terribly long and exhausting mental recitation of all the 'awesome' things Siobhan had done in the past decade. Because on occasion this writer is less vain and repetitive than the character they write, they will spare the reader from actually having to read it all because that would be boring.

Still she grinned. "Thanks. Got a hell of a bollocking afterwards, but she deserved it. Jedi could stand to be less uptight, better job satisfaction." She stretched slightly, her muscles rippling at the motion. Siobhan was a good deal less muscular than Tegaea had been in her amazonian merc days, but kept in shape. Her body still felt like it had decided to take a long sleep while she exerted her telekinetic will. She brushed a loose strand of hair of her dark brown mane from her face. She felt hungry and hoped there would be food sometime.


Pouring herself another glass of water, she swallowed most of it in one gulp and then poured the rest of its contents over her sweat covered brow, some of it dripping down upon her toned shoulders and arms, exposed since she was only covered by a tank top. As anyone with the Force would be able to sense Siobhan's force aura radiated nothing of the light a Jedi was attuned to.


"Relax, dear. I don't bite. Left them a decade ago. Joined Omega Pyre, my wife - Tegaea Alcori - and I conquered most of its territory and fought plenty of evil things, ruled the Protectorate for a while, went into business. Got invited here. Lifting big rocks sounded fun." A very short, concise summation of ten years in the manner only Siobhan was capable of. Oh, and there was also an important meeting going on somewhere but she did not seem particularly interested in that at present. For a moment she wondered whether her favourite librarian Phylis might be here! Their last encounter had, unfortunately, not gone very well.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Boolon Murr"]
Kal walked into the small garden and in his typical way began checking the plants for seeds. He had germinated and sprouted on Ithor, a very long time ago, long before the gulag plague, long before the Vong. What did it mean to be a Jedi? That had undergone much change in Kal's life and would likely as anything change many more times after the children here were dead and gone. It was true he had never trained his "Powers" he had never run about trying to "Master" the binding energy that exist in everything, but he had seen a great deal more than anyone else living.

He looked at the artificial lighting and the plants. He checked the dampness of the soil and tasted the salinity.

"Poor plants." he said out loud although softly, "they don't complain like others, they just accept what they are and what they have and no one bothers to take the lesson to heart."

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Grand Banquet Hall

Starting to worry a bit, Maria just stopped, looked around, and thought a bit. Maybe she should have gone with her Master? Yes, she was not a little baby anymore, but she was still quite afraid when it came to being a new member to the Jedi Order. As well as having just come from the Dark Side of the Force. The best idea now seemed to be socialising with somebody, but with who? There were people, but nobody who she would be interested in. Although... there were other places on this station, too. She could just... leave the banquet hall and seek for better, more interesting people.

Yeah, if she only had an idea of where are these cool people she dreamed of.

She then sighed and sat down on a chair next to her. Nobody sat behind the table, so she was free to think a bit there. Putting her left elbow on the table and holding her head with the left arm, she was wondering. People walked around the place and didn't talk to her at all. They talked to each other, though.

Good, nobody else was interested in Maria either.

It was both good and bad to know that. Because she wouldn't mind having a conversation. But she felt like she didn't belong there at the same time and that was the bad thing about talking to others.

Then a man sat down behind the table, just a few chairs away from Maria, and just stared at her. It was rather creepy. Fortunately, Maria didn't even see the man. She was occupied by her own thoughts and there was no time to look around.

What... do... I do?

 

[Ordo]

CONFERANCE ROOM

Ordo walked in wearing his black beskar'gam and took a look around for a seat he didn't have a clue if he was supposed to be here or if they just wanted to talk about Mando space. Ordo had trained with Ember Rekali and had Married a Jedi that was about as close to it as he got though. He claimed no affiliation with cults like the Jedi or Sith and only worshiped the Manda so whether he would be seen as belonging or not was going to be up in the air.

The big man took off his helmet to reveal his scar covered face and scooted along to find an empty chair then sat down. Ordo looked and finally noticed Gilamar. The big guy sighed inwardly...with relief. He had been worried he was actually going to have to -say- something to this group, since Gil was there however he was definitely off the hook. Ordo smiled and stood with a spring in his step. His pale grey green eyes twinkled with delight as he was now in the clear to find something else to do. He started scooting for the door.

"Looks like Mand'alor has Y'all covered." he said as he inched around the table doing his best not to bump any space wizard ninjas, "have fun."


[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | @Je'daii | [member="Iella E'ron"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Asbjorn Olafsson]

Indoor Gardens

Jasmine. The Lightsider Lancaster. She was on the space station that day, on kind of like a meeting of all Jedi. And it was funny to see all kinds of Jedi from so many factions in one place, just socialising, being friendly to each other, and whatever else. The feeling of the unified Jedi made her heart warm, it would have warmed her whole body up on a cold winter day.

At least she felt emotions. Not like some people. Even though she shouldn't. But Jedi traditions have changed, she thought to herself. She was perfectly right to feel emotions as long as it isn't like... passion or anything.

Walking in the indoor gardens, Jasmine admired the beauty of it, touching flowers, all the planets which stayed on her way. She felt their life power, she felt something interesting about them. She was only a Padawan, so she couldn't tell what it was, but it had to be something bigger than just plants. Maybe it was the Force?

A little smile presented itself on Jazzy's face and she didn't hide it. The day was too beautiful for that.

 

[Talon Vosra]

Conference Room Kiskla, Conference Room.


Talon walked in from his trip to the Mandalorian territories where he had been to gain intel on the Sith reports around the Tingle Arm. He knew that area of space like a man knows his back porch and he thought it prudent that he go alone. However, as he was on his way back to Ossus he heard of the little get together someone had planned and came to see what it was all about. He walked in and found a nice place to sit and watch the show right beside [member="Phylis Alince"].

"Hey Phylis." He said as he sat.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Jaxton Ravos"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Je'daii"] | [member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Indoor Gardens

As [member="Boolon Murr"] and he were busy conversating, Nina began to gently tug at her father's hand. She would rug her eyes, letting him know she was feeling tired. "Daddy, can we go?" she spoke into his mind, to which Thurion turned towards the tiny girl and offered a smiling nod at her adorableness. "Sure we can, sweetie. Let me just say goodbye to uncle Boo here and we can find you a resting spot", he returned in similar fashion. "Forgive me, Boolon. Nina's feeling a bit sleepy at the moment. We'll speak more later, if that's alright with you?" He bowed, foregoing the hug this time since others were gathering around the friendly Ithorian, no doubt in hopes of partaking in his many wisdoms. Some of the people gathering he had met before, such as Jedi Master [member="Sochi Ru"] from the Silver Jedi. "Master Ru, it's good to see you. I would remain if not for the fact that this little bundle of fluff next to me is getting tired and needs a rest. I shall see you later." An inclination of his head in her direction would have to suffice for a greeting. They'd met before, after all.

It didn't take long for him and Nina to lay his eyes upon none other than [member="Jasmine Lancaster"] kneeling down to smell the flowers. While she was still one of his padawans, and his first at that, he'd allowed her free reins in terms of coming and going as she pleased. It was good to see her again, to say the least. "Hello, Jasmine. How have you been?" he said as he snuck up on her from behind. "Well, I hope?" A wide grin would meet the young woman should she turn to face her master.

 

[Asbjorn Olafsson]

Indoor Gardens
w/ [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

"Hello, Jasmine."

The voice was of a calm manner, not like somebody would have wanted to kill her, and that's why Jasmine was not too surprised. However, as the voice had come so suddenly, she was a bit confused for a moment, until she understood who would be the voice's owner. It was something she had grown used to hearing, and even without turning towards the man, she was able to tell who he could have been.

But she still turned, because the man had started talking to her.

"Oh, Thurion. You almost scared me. I have been really well, indeed, I hope you have been good, too?" she spoke, her own voice peaceful and friendly. Then she looked at the kid called Nina. "Hey, Nina!" she said after turning to her and bowing a bit so that their height difference wouldn't be that great. That before Thurion would have started with an answer to the girl's question.

It felt so good to see them there, especially in the exact same place. There were so many Jedi and so many places to discover that it was almost like a miracle to meet them so early that day. Jasmine had just come and voilà, the lovely people immediately popped out. But that's what made the whole event even better.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Indoor Gardens

A step was taken in her direction. "Come here, you...!" he said as he put his arms around [member="Jasmine Lancaster"]. Nina followed suit and latched onto Jasmine's leg; the two had known eachother for quite some time, since they were the first Thurion stumbled upon during his pilgrimage, so naturally they would've gotten used to eachother's company by now. One of the few people Nina felt safe around. They both let go of their bear hugs and allowed the woman some room to breathe.

"It's so good to see you. I've missed you. Nina's missed you, too. She doesn't say it but..." That last line was an admittedly poor attempt at a joke on Nina's behalf, who just looked up at her father and giggled tiresomely before yawning and rubbing her eyes some more. "I know, sweetie, I know." He turned to Jasmine. "She's been feeling a bit sleepy, so I was just about to find her a nice spot to rest at. Walk with me, Jasmine?" The Jedi then proceeded to scoop up little Nina from the floor and onto his shoulders. She always did love falling asleep atop his shoulders, resting her head in his golden hair.

 

[Asbjorn Olafsson]

Indoor Gardens
w/ [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

When the Master and Nina both put their arms around her, she followed their lead and did the same. Even though it was logical that she couldn't hug both at the same time, so she just had to go with Thurion. Nina and Thurion were truly the few people Jazzy now considered as her family, as she had lost her actual one. Even though her own sister was still alive, she didn't think they should ever meet again.

Now, she had her master and Nina, to care about. Their journeys in this galaxy had become comforting, thinking about these two made her happy. This embracing hug, however, was even more than just anything mentioned. It made her feel safe, safe about her future, safe about the present. The emotion Jasmine put into the hug was real and her heart beated in joy.

Then, after they had released her, she smiled once more and just looked at the two with her teenage girl eyes, waiting for what they may do next. Seeing, how the little girl was a bit sleepy, she started wondering about the bedroom presence on the station. But of course, there was no need for that. She believed Nina could sleep anywhere. Well, yes, in case she is with Thurion.

"Yes, of course I'll join you!" she spoke in agreement after hearing the man's suggestion.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

LOCATION: C O N F E R E N C E R O O M
OBJECTIVE: Listen to the clustercluck!


Standing at the back, leaning against the wall, one heavy boot perched over the other, Omega Pyre Prex Aeron Kreelan silently observed the proceedings between the heads of the various Jedi Orders with notable amusement.

And a shake of her head.

Zeison Sha born and raised, the Icarii held a different belief from the majority of those representing the different flavours of the lightside of the Force. However, she wasn’t one to shove it in someone else’s face. Zeison Sha minded their own, took care of their own. Family was paramount and training began exactly there, with family.

Sad that the crowd would appear more like a bickering family feud than anything else.

None the less, the blonde would listen, see what they would all say. She would have her turn to speak she supposed, what with representing one of the small Force using groups within the Protectorate.