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

[Adele Adonai]

LOCATION: GARDEN
OBJECTIVE: Talk to [member="Boolon Murr"] and company! Maybe learn a few things in healing.

A’dele Adonai, would silently and quietly wander through the small garden, enjoying the calmer atmosphere. Emotions would be tense what with so many like minded individuals who had originally been part of the Jedi Order, and A’dele had no desire to be in the thick of it.

A calmer presence would call to her, one saturated within the garden. It would not be long before she would come across @Kalizka.

A Neti? Would be her first thought, only to incline her head in greeting. Just beyond that, she would see the Ithorian.

“Friend Murr, it is a pleasure to see you once more.”

 

[Skye Mertaal]

LOCATION: C A N T I N A
OBJECTIVE: Collect a drinking Ember to go to the meeting!


A bright cherry light would flicker from under the black tee visor of the Bounty Hunter’s helm, her neck turning slightly to take in where the bulk of the Mandalorians had decided to congregate at.

Not surprising that it was in a cantina.

However, the conference meeting was going under way, and while she wasn’t keen on interrupting the group at the bar from their liquid vice, [member="Ember Rekali"]’s presence would be required.

Sober or not.

But peeling a man, much the less a Mandalorian Bounty hunter with a reputation like Ember was a bit harder than your usual coax and pull of an inebriated man from his bottle.

This would likely take some time and finagling.

So, weaving in between the patrons of this particular watering hole, Mertaal made her way over to the bar.

A beskargam gauntlet would clap down upon Ember’s armored shoulder, and were he to glance up, he would recognize the owner.

“Rekali.” she’d say, her voice modulated by her helm, the subtle nod towards the door the only sign suggesting it was time to leave.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Conference Room

Jaxton gave a friendly nod to the Mand'alor as he took out a flask of some Mandalorian spirit. Perhaps if there was time later he'd ask the man for a taste and see who could last longer on. He'd be willing to bet on his Zeltron biology, but Mandalorians weren't only fine warriors, but fine drinkers as well. The Silver Jedi's representative(or leader, he was out of the loop on the matter sadly) arrive soon before the Jedi Grandmaster had arrived to replace her Sword as the Republic Representative and formally introduced herself. Other things were happening too but Jaxton's writer was pressed for time and behind so he decided to write the really important bits and cover the rest later. He also apologized for doing so, but that's enough of that for now.

"If the Mandalorians will have us the Levantines would gladly aid in the defense and fortification against this 'New Order'. However, depending on how west and south." It wasn't really west or south because space was three dimensional, but they had a two dimensional map so he'd go with it anyways. "the New Order extends we will need to fortify our own borders as well."

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] @Jorus Merilll [member="Karen Roberts"] @Ielle E'Ron @Whoever Else

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

(Just popping into the thread to give Moross' stance on Jedi in our lands, got permission from [member="Jorus Merrill"])
A single alien looking craft dropped out of hyperspace several thousand kilometers away from the station, the size of the ship made it almost nonthreatening, though its appearance made it...distasteful was a diplomatic ship. Still the small freighter rocketed towards the station, sending out a single broadcast for anything and anyone in the distance.

//:Aboard this Vessel stands Neth the Keeper, God of Moross and Ambassador to the Jedi at this conclave://

A simple message, and one telling of no threat coming to the Jedi. Moross had never had an open war with any faction associated with the Jedi, nor with the Jedi themselves. This would not be changing today. The ship and the passenger aboard were here to send the gathered Jedi a simple message, a message that would be delivered with cordiality, and all the politic in the galaxy.

Soliael would see to it.

The God of Knowledge stood within the bowels of the small freighter, his mask already on his face and two of his Vali standing behind him, a batch of Resu standing in place behind those.

None of the guards would be accompanying him aboard the Jedi Station, that would be sending the wrong message, but they were there in case something...untoward happened to Soliael. After all he was a Sith, and most of the people aboard that station would be able to tell that much. It payed to be prepared should some young upstart get the wrong idea, though he doubted such a thing would happen.

A smile stretched across his face, this would be fun.

 

[Serenna]

MEDICAL AREA
[member="Shiva Horizonis"]

Jessie turned his head to look at the rooms and then back at the healer. Well he was never one to turn down helping establish relations and Sky had taught him not to be rude. The rest of the things came naturally while he wondered what might be happening in the conference room but he didn't have time to think about that... He was sure it wouldn't be to screwed up to much, they had no where else to go but up.... That was the hope. "Well then Shiva I am looking forward to seeing your tender touch, which jedi sect are you from by the way?

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Grand Banquet Hall

That's what she had to do. She had to find a better place. Some place which would be interesting, and that judging by the people who were there. In this hall, there were no cool people, obviously, because none of them wanted to talk to Maria. And of course, there was this creepy person who just kept looking at her. It was starting to get strange, but she comforted herself with the fact that she'll be gone from there soon.

Rising from the seat, the man did the same. Weird...

And when Maria started moving out of the place, the man followed, but kept a bit of distance. Had Maria only known why he was actually after her, she wouldn't have had to worry that much. But she didn't know the reason, so there was a reason to worry. If a random man, even though a Jedi, keeps stalking you and just randomly follows you, there must be something weird going on.

And that's when she decided to run.

Carefully running through the hall, she tried to make no noise, but of course her heels touching the floor so often made quite a lot of sound, so some people looked at her, although she had not grabbed everybody's attention, which was nice.

After she had got out of the room, she quickly turned to a random direction and marched as fast as possible, away from the hall, away from the man. Even though this stalker came out of the room, too, it happened a lot later and there was no chance to see Maria anymore as she had already turned around the corner.

Now she had to find another place. A cooler one, a safer one.

 

[Jsc]

The Conference Room
Tag: None

The Grandmaster and the Silver Jedi both arrived. How fascinating. She honestly hadn't seen that coming. Indeed, even more Masters were gathering to the room. Karen could even feel the influence from a Mandalorian or two. Now that was a down right inspirational. Why hadn't she known the Mandos were Force Adepts these days? ...Getting old Karen. Getting old girl.

The Merrill list had not yet received a comment from everyone yet however. It seemed everyone wanted to focus on the Sith threats for now rather discuss any galactic missionary efforts into held space. Understandable. The Sith were a more common enemy than the men and women who now shared this room together. Spreading their diverse religions amongst their collective nations could wait.

Karen rubbed her chin and looked around the room. Truthfully. She wasn't sure all these Jedi sects would make it into Republic space so easily. Though that was perhaps a discussion for the Galactic Senate and it's leadership. Indeed, Karen wasn't quite sure what the Republic State Order hoped to accomplish by being present here today. Well? Karen had no idea what Kiskla Grayson wanted to accomplish today? But it was still fun to ponder upon just what the new Grandmaster had written upon her own personal agenda these days. It was good to see her sitting in that chair too. A new dawn. A new person. A new perspective, on the galaxy. Kiskla wasn't Carn, or Ben, or Darron, or Teferi, or any of the other Grandmasters put together. She was a whole new gambit in this crazy train called life. Hehe. And she had a woman's mind too. Karen could like that immensely.

It would be fun to see where Merrill drove this conversation in the moments to come. Where do we go from here, hmm? Where do we take this meeting. Karen could only ponder and blush. Maybe she really would need that beer after all.

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

Angels of... what?

She made a face at the pale guy, her tongue sticking out the entire length of time in which he had hopped the bar and pulled out some little glasses, at which her brow furrowed because she could drink more than that and was about to take exception, but then he went fishing in a fridge and came out of the ordeal with something in hand that made her eyes go wide when he poured it into the little glasses.

She knew what that was. Ibaris watched the man as he drank right from the bottle. Hey! Mommy didn't let her do that. Why, she didn't know, since there seemed to be an issue with making too many dishes with... well, more than one cup for the same thing. Why not just drink right from the container?

It made no sense.

Still... her eyes dropped down to the little glasses, and with her small fingers, she picked one up (it was full right to the brim!) and carefully brought it to her mouth, sipping off the top. Mmm. Yep, CHOCOLATE.

She knocked the rest of it back in one go, and wiped her mouth with a sleeve, carelessly thunking the little glass back on the bartop. Her eyes went right to the next one, and she emptied it in the same fashion as the last, followed by knocking back the final two with the same strange ease. One last wipe of the sleeve, and she let out an obnoxiously loud and satisfied gasp, followed with a burp that seemed too large for her small frame. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she had just smeared chocolate milk right across her right cheek.

"Thank you, mister!" she said, grinning at [member="Seydon of Arda"], and utterly ignoring [member="Aedan Miles"]. Chocolate was on the brain!

Then her eyes went wide, and she stifled a hiccup. Mommy was nearby. She perked up on the stool, her head zipping left, right, behind... and she stretched herself up as high as she could get without standing on the stool, craning her head around a little more. Not spotting mommy, she plopped her butt on the seat, her face now in fixed concentration. Was this a game?

Ibaris loved games, and she knew this one well. She closed her eyes, and thought, and felt, 'looking' for that familiarity in the sea of presences. Mommy had taught her this game after the first few times she had wandered off and gotten lost. Now, where was...

Suddenly, her eyes flicked open, and her face wrenched to the left, towards the exit, then shot back to the three men at the bar.

"Well, it's been fun, but I gotta go," she said, and she slipped off the stool like she was ooze, and bolted out of the cantina, took a left, and latched onto the right leg of [member="Spencer Jacobs"] like some bloodsucking creature, wrapping her arms and legs around the leg and hanging all her weight on the appendage.

"Walk, Mommy, Walk!"

 

[Aedan Miles]

CANTINA
Aedan blinked a few times and then he sighed and dropped his head onto the table before he shock his head at Seydon. "You know the training area sounds like a good idea at the moment." He downed his drink deeply and started to walk towards the exit lightsaber pike in hand as he slipped by Spencer Jacobs half recognizing the woman he glanced away nodding to her lightly with a mumbled greeting as the young knight slipped past heading towards his room first so he could drop off his cloak. When he reached his room the young man sighed and leaned against the wall just inside the door before he took his lightsaber pike and started off once more the weapons familiar weight in his hand comforting.
[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]
SPARRING ROOM
Aedan walked in and took a deep breath before he moved off to the side instinctively drawn to a corner of the room where he slid to the ground resting the lightsaber pike against the wall beside him as his eyes flicked over the room. As his eyes widened in shock taking note of various prominent figures in the Jedi's ranks. People like former Grandmaster of the Jedi Order Je'gan Olar'en, The Lord Protector of the Protectorate Ayden Cater, and last but not least Siobhan Kerrigan known as Ever Colonel Kerrigan and many other titles. Sighing the young man let his head fall back as he muttered. "Just my fething luck to run into these three." Little known fact is that Aedan had encountered each of these Masters before and lets be honest he feared each and every one of them greatly.
[member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @Je'gan Olra'en

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Conference Room
[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Beyond the door of the conference room she felt Aaralyn retreat. Rosa was restless now, unable to find her calm centre after her little exchange with Aaralyn. She offered a smile towards Kiskla as the Grandmaster entered but it was a tight smile, one that said 'we need words, later.' She couldn't settle, couldn't focus and she could feel her husband down the hall. She couldn't blame Kiskla for the fabled 'Sword of the Jedi's' unkind words, but she would at least make her aware.

I'll catch you up later, you don't need my help. she smiled at Jaxton. "Excuse me" she said to the rest of the group and quietly slipped from the room. Her footsteps carried her past the door to the sparring room, but she didn't look inwards. She wanted a drink and her husband.

The Cantina
[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Ember Rekali"]
Following the familiar tug of Seydon's auara she slipped into the cantina and made a beeline for the bar Why he was on the wrong side of it, she didn't know, but seeing him was enough to ease her slightly "Strong drink and a kiss for a troubled lady? Then ask me what the conference room is like."

he caught sight of Ember and smiled "Ember Rekali, right?" She offered her hand "I'm Rosa. I do believe I've just had the wonderful pleasure of meeting one of your children." Sarcasm came so easily when she was annoyed.

 

[Ayden Cater]

The Sparring Room
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
Present; [member="Je'gan Olra'en"], [member="Ilias Nytrau"]

Ayden looked up and saw a familiar face. It seemed as though they were running into each other more and more as time went on. Not that he really had any reason to complain. She had saved his life once and had proven herself to be an ally. Friend might have been stretching it a little far for the moment, but all the same they were on good terms. So when she made her offer, he chuckled and nodded. "Well, let's keep this from being a deadly duel." Looking around, since they were on one of the many practice mats, they didn't have a whole lot of maneuvering room.

"Hey guys, can we clear some space?" Ayden called out. A number of padawans and students stopped what they were doing. It didn't take long for a low murmur to work through them as it was clear that Aaralyn and Ayden were about to fight. Eventually a large square area of the mats were cleared away, giving the two a full twelve square meters of space to move in. Taking his spot in one corner, Ayden plucked his hat off his head and set it in a chair before shrugging out of his duster and folding it over the chair as well. His boots came off, as well as his shift, leaving him with just a pair of black pants.

Stepping forward about a meter, he put both hands behind him and called both lightsabers to him. With a flourish, he brought his hands up and together, sending out a clear crack as the two ends of the lightsabers came together followed by a click. Spinning the joined sabers about, he activated both ends to create a saber staff. He gave a practiced spin of the saber behind him before he planted his right foot and stretched forward with his left. The saber staff was held behind him at his waist while he turned his head to face her, extending his left arm and gesturing to the woman to come at him with the first move.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

~Cantina~

A crisis of personal impropriety averted; Seydon watched after the child waddling with a penguin gait until she was fast out of sight, ducking past the Cantina doorway into the hall. There, she gave a cry, latching to someone's calve, stuck as leech and unwilling to give ground until her taker acquiesced to her needs. Possibly for further chocolate milk. Seydon glanced sidelong at Ember, gave [member="Aedan Miles"] a silky bow as he took up his battle-pike, departing. With luck, his intake of liquid charisma would see him through whatever moments of identity crisis looking to knock on his airlock.

...Then Rosa Gunn walked in from the auto-door; as thrice powerful and strong on the eyes as a glass helping of Gamorran whiskey. Seydon saw her mood: someone with a wide mouth, little sense, and enough suffocatingly smug ego had given her a particularly acrid helping of hubris. For her sake, he called upon strong remedies. Her husband set a wide-glass and a thickly bound bottle wrapped in hemp-line bearing a stylized skull painted on the roping. Mandalorian kri'gee. Hard. Bitter. Potent.

He leaned over the bar and offered to amend some of the sourness filming her tongue. At her assent, they kissed... And made the gesture count significantly~ Seydon rose the glass of kri'gee into Rosa's palm and nuzzled her brow. "Drinking that won't aid your anger but it will enhance it and virtually everything else. Now, if you'll tell us about the meeting? How close are we edging to open conflict with the Jedi Order?"

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The Conference Room
[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="Ordo"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

"Thankya for starting work on the agenda," said Jorus with a chuckle. "For a little while there I was afraid the kids were just gonna snipe each other all night.

"So. We got the New Order sector of things more or less handled, with some cooperation between Levantines and Mandalorians, and enough of us have offered to lend a hand that that's about settled, or at least good enough that we can move on with some kind of foundation set. Cooperation down at the south end of things -- the Horde's a threat, the CIS is lookin' tetchy, we've got one of the heads of state of the Moross Crusade comin' here to give a quick statement on their position with territory and Jedi access. That's around the Omega end of things, an' the Jedi Covenant. I'm interested in y'all's position and insights on that region."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Cantina
[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Seydon of Arda"]

"Hmmm. I'm not angry." she said her lips curling into a smile. She closed her eyes as her fingers curled round the drink and her spiky aura diminished somewhat. As if in spite of his warning, she drew back, a defiant glitter in her eyes and took a swig of the bitter liquid. It burned her mouth and her throat, but to her credit she didn't cough or splutter. She was pretty certain he'd chosen that drink on purpose, maybe he was looking to take the wind out of her sails.

"We're not. Jaxton is doing fine and Jorus is keeping things calm in there." She took another sip, it wasn't so harsh the second time round. "However, according to the 'Sword of the Jedi' I need educating on the reasons for titles and the oaths behind them." There was an edge of bitterness to her voice "Oh and I almost forgot I should have been a better padawan. You know, because that's why we're all here Seydon. Because we were terrible padawans and that is why the Order is divided." She paused looking down at the drink, turning it slowly between her hands.

"Okay, so maybe I am little angry."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The Cantina

[member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] @Idris Varanin-Jacobs [member="Skye Mertaal"]

Skye's hand settled on his shoulder, and he rose by old instinct, as if his wife had done it. An inch of beer remained in the stein, unnecessary and best ignored, like some Jedi he could name. "Got a point," he grunted at the mishmash of wife and bounty hunter. "Probably should move along in."

He caught 'Sword of the Jedi' and swayed back toward Rosa and Seydon. "Don't mind my kid," he said, a day late and a dollar short. "She'll - hic - grow into it."

He swayed back and out the door with the sinusoidal motion of a man unsteady on his feet, and made it about ten paces before he turned. That red cyborg eye-

"Couldn't you've come backa little sooner, Kol? Just a little?"

 

[The End Narrator]

SPARRING AREA
Aaralyn did her best to keep her cheeks from flushing crimson as she looked a few meters away at [member="Ayden Cater"]. Her lips would purse and she would bite down on her tongue as she fumbled with her words. She rolled her tongue just below her lower lip, her hands coming to her hips in slight disbelief as the blood pressure in her body continued to rise. “I can’t believe this…” She mumbled. She looked down at the ground, swallowing hard.

“Alright…” She took a deep breath and both hands came up to unzip the jacket from her form, quickly tossing it to the side. Her tight grey tank top clinging to her upper body, showing off her…assets rather well. ~Two can play that game…~ But then again, this was Ayden Cater, he had women throwing themselves at his feet all the time. She wasn’t anyone special. She took a moment to stretch and twist a bit, trying to relieve some of the pressure and tension that built up from seeing the half-naked man before her.

Yes, she admitted it.

She had a crush on him, a school girl innocent crush which she didn’t know how to properly handle. She waved a hand towards him when she was finished stretching. She wore fingertip-less gloves to aid her gripping. “I have no issues with keeping it safe, when I meant anything goes…If you want to take a swing…” She let the words hang in the air for a moment before reaching down to grasp both hilts, one in each hand. It had been a while since she had dueled someone of note, she felt rusty. But they say within a few seconds, the rust would come off.

She un-clipped her sabers from her belt and engaged them, both coming to life with a quick snap-hiss. Tyrena in her right, Kor-Vella in her left, blades that meaning to her and ones which she would pass on when the time came. For now, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was showing Ayden she could handle her own. She took a deep breath and concentrated, opening herself to the nexus energies that was the Force. The living will encompassing her form as she accepted it, embraced it’s energies. She felt the warmth of the Light overcoming her. It soothed her tension, allowed her serenity and clarity.

With a quick twirl of her wrists, she spun both sabers with a soft hum echoing through the air as she did. Her right foot sliding backwards while her left came forwards, knees bending slightly. She brought Kor-vella downwards infront of her, angling her wrist slightly and Tyrena came up behind her head, her wrist straightening out, elbow bent as she held it firmly behind her head and back. “Anytime you’re ready….”

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [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="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] | [member="Ordo"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] |

Coruscant, Ruins of the Jedi Temple

Vilox Pazela had been living in what remained of the Jedi Temple since the One Sith emerged from Prakith and laid claim to the heart of the Galactic Republic. His last form of contact with the Jedi Order had been a transmission relayed to the Jedi Temple on Tython, when he had made contact with Kiskla Grayson and other assorted Jedi on the eve of the One Sith's invasion of Carida. Perhaps his information had been useful in the Republic's defense of the Carida system, perhaps not. Despite this, Jedi Master Vilox Pazela had provided valuable intelligence on what was happening on Coruscant and what the One Sith were up to. So, even if he wanted to attend the gathering on Sigma station, he could not.

To the Jedi, he was preoccupied finding more intelligence on the One Sith; and to the latter, he was merely a Sith Lord who happened to be on Coruscant. A possible ally, who had yet to reveal his sinister intentions. Sat within the confines of the ruined Jedi Temple, he listened intently to @Jorus Merill's invitation and in particular the last piece in regards to war criminals.

"They didn't say I could be on the station, but I can send a transmission, right?" he thought himself. With that, he sent a transmission to Sigma station and asked to be broadcasted to the Jedi Grandmaster. He had something else to reveal.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Stepping onto the station Soliael could practically smell self righteousness permeating the air. His nose wrinkled slightly and his eyes scrunched, though the comic effect of doing such things quickly burned away as he realized there was no one to share the amusement with him. He frowned beneath his mask, and then walked out of the hangar bay.

He had no idea where the bigwigs of the Jedi were, but luckily a very stern looking young man was there to guide him.

Soliael looked at the young man, his head cocking to the side as he studied the young Jedi. The boy was powerful in the force, strong enough to warrant a second look from a God, or someone who had proclaimed himself a god anyway. He stared at the young man for a moment, clearly irritating him until finally he snapped.

“May I take you to the Conference room now, sir?”

Sir? What an interesting title. Well he supposed a Jedi wouldn't call him “Holiness” or “God” or anything of the sort, the only religion the Jedi had was their code, and the force itself. Soliael stared at the boy for a moment more, and then silently nodded, waving his hand forward in a signal to bring him to the conference room.

As it turned out, the Conference Room was at the other end of the station from where Soliael had parked his ship, and thus the God was taken on a tour of the station.

It was an interesting feeling, being the only darkness in a sea of light. His senses stretched to the very outer limits of space, and all he could feel was an oceanic feeling of calm and serenity that came from so many gathered Jedi. Oh there was the occasional pebble of anger and frustration, despair now and again too, but mostly, it was calm. It felt as his own powerful Darkside Aura was in a constant battle with the light, snapping and biting, reaching out and trying to grow again, to no avail.

Soliael's intense strength in the darkside of the force was being smothered by the light, pushed back and drowned out by purity. It was disgusting.

He said nothing about what he felt of course, preferring to be guided in silence towards the Heads of the Jedi states.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Vilox Pazela"]
The transmission went to Jorus, with whom the buck stopped. Diverting his attention from the meeting for a moment, he ordered a quick reply sent, to the effect that Pazela should send the information to him, and he would pass it on. The Grandmaster, after all, was busy. No reason to distract the panel unless it was necessary.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Jorus Merrill"] |

"Hello Jorus," said Vilox, as he flickered into life in a miniature, holographic form. "I see that our last encounter is still on your mind, as it is on others. To be singled our in particular was... interesting." He paused for a moment, then continued. "I have information on the One Sith, as part of my assignment here on Coruscant. I must talk with Kiskla Grayson first, however."