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[Ishida Ashina]

SHATTERED
CORUSCANT | NEW JEDI ORDER TEMPLE
LIGHT THINKS IT TRAVELS FASTER THAN ANYTHING, BUT ITS WRONG
NO MATTER HOW FAST LIGHT TRAVELS
IT FINDS THE DARKNESS HAS ALWAYS GOT THERE FIRST,
AND IS WAITING FOR IT
Konrad Harrsk

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His unpreparedness was temporary, and Konrad swiftly slipped back into the conditioned response she’d expected. While it felt out-of-the-box, she could feel conviction behind it. His training, from the Carp to the Shadows, was consistent. He’d found alignment after his graduation from the school of swords, wherein she’d only ushered in more and more confusion.

While her ancestors had been Jedi, her father’s approach was significantly more abrasive than anything from his forefathers. At one time, he might have had more of an affinity for the religion, but once Inosuke had offended him and left the family, any respect for the Jedi had gone with him. Ishida’s outreach to the New Jedi Order had been somewhat rebellious, and that’s why her footing felt so uncertain.

Still, his deflection wasn’t worth correction. She only made a small noise of disagreement at the back of her throat and thumbed the hilt of her brother’s katana. The effort to talk through her family’s history and lifting the veil of intimacy was well out of her character.

Wanting the same thing was debatable. Her grip on wanting was tenuously held and greatly influenced. Her father had wanted an everlasting legacy, for her to be the best and a weapon of example, furthering his masterfulness. Under Michael Sardun ’s pedagogies, she wanted the extermination of darkness. With the New Jedi Order, they insisted on patience and redemption; hard to come to grips with that one. With Aiko Hayata , she encouraged a shark’s mindset and to honour tradition. Everything was conflicted, but if she tried hard enough, deeply reflected, there might have been an overlap, a sweet spot amidst all those opposing viewpoints.

It sounded like Konrad wanted to be at the forefront of order, and that New Age — whatever that was. Ishida, on the other hand…

...had to explore her options.

And the galaxy was full of them.

There were worlds of unknown moralities that she’d been sheltered from. How could she hope to be a just arbiter and executor if she was mono focused on the roots forged in Hebo, and the blinding light that had been instilled by her crusader instructor? There were two kinds of light -- the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures. And there was much she had yet to illuminate.

All she wanted, right now, what she really wanted, was a way to unite her bloodline, water-based or otherwise. To fix the hurt she’d felt reverberating from Qiy’on, Inosuke, all of them. If they could all be aligned, agreed on what they were to do, how they would operate, they’d be an impressive union. She would not be the heir to a broken family.

"I'm on the only side worthy of an Ashina,"

"Our tenants and virtues have their merits, but the truth of Ashina is itself, a lie."

A name that held no meaning, or had room for interpretation, had done a poor job of securing a legacy. If she were to inherit that, her decisions would have to bleed into a wider influence. Whatever she did next, had to be a selfish choice. Enough to make her influential, and get her closer to closing the chasm between her siblings.

The ache in her heart didn’t wane. The Order was more than a temple worth gesturing at. Inside that temple, that pile of dirt and stone were people that made others want to be better versions of themselves. Persons of patience and kindness, who, wherever they went, instilled hope through their actions. A weak foundation allowed for such fluidity.

Because if there's even a small chance to save them

"How can I help you?"

"But know that I intend to keep my promise regardless of which path you choose to follow in the end,"

And they were more forgiving, welcoming and redeeming than the supposed New Order — she could perceive that much without Konrad’s rhetoric.

Caught somewhere in the middle of the immense pressure applied by the past and the future, Ishida felt as though she had to elbow her way between the two opposing forces to make room for the present. The decisive hour.

After the attack on Coruscant, the Jedi would be focused on healing and helping. Not bad things, but not decisions that would get her back or closer to closing the gap with Qiy’on.

The bloodthirsty New Order, however, would probably be inserting themselves right into those Unknown Regions to puncture between the eyes of the enemy.

"I get it."

She tightened her grip on the hilt of the katana that had been in her leg and moved to tie it around her waistband; securing it to her person and lifted her eyes to meet Konrad’s dark stare. He’d clearly spent so much time in the shadows, that he forgot what the spotlight required.

“You clearly need my help.”

Aiko’s anecdotal advice took the fore of her recollection, and she paraphrased some of the mogul’s insights for the benefit of her childhood rival:“You would be more convincing if you spent more time boasting the merits of your order, your new age, rather than pointing out the inadequacies of another. You should be so sure that there’s no room for concern or comparison.”

ASHINA CLAN​

 

[Faith Organa]

DECEIVED​

Location: Chancellor's Office
Tags: Sssar Taszzn | Donavon Arturo | IVI | Aerarii Tithe | Elizie Athacorr | Veles Oshu | Seto du Couteau

"Chancellor" for the briefest of moments she paused, "Tithe good to see you as well" She smiled and nodded as the room began to fill with those just wishing to offer their thoughts, and those that had been summoned.

She took a half step away to make room for the others as they approached. Now she began what she so often did, listen. The tone of the voices in the room, the way the body leaned, the crossing of arms, and the hard stares. Some of the thoughts were unreadable, and some where quite plain.

Adhira Chandra was incapacitated, not quite dead from what she had been told but perhaps that was a rouse to give comfort. Aerarii had stepped in quickly and taken the mantle.

The problem that Faith faced was that she did not know many of these Senators well to understand a motive or if words held hidden meanings.

Anger was plain, shock was just on the edge still and for the moment recovery from the chaos that was outside. Chaos changed it face from the Sith to the aftermath of what was left behind. She had seen it on the way over. Yes she agreed they would need something that encouraged them, gave them a sense of not being alone right now.

"A statement, yes. We need to let the people of Coruscant and the Alliance know the government stands." It was no small thing to show they were still in control, "and to let them know we are already starting efforts to help those in need." the people who they represented in the very halls that suffered injury or loss. "Something from the steps of the Senate where everyone can be seen."

She looked to Seto she agreed they don't need to look like they are hiding. "We shouldn't appear to hiding it will only increase suspicions that something is terribly wrong. And we need to tell them what about Adhira. There are things we can be transparent on."

What about the Jedi? She could hear that question in her mind she decided that should be next, the people came first.

 

[Aria Vestra]

Location: Lower Levels of Coruscant

That Yula drew upon the force as the debris was removed didn't concern Aria. Given the Sithspawn in the area it only made sense to be prepared. It also helped the other woman free herself from the rubble. That was before their eyes met and the Zeltron snarled at the Ioshan whose hand was extended in peace.

A tidal wave of Force energy was swiftly gathered and thrown at her rescuers. A sharp inhale was all Aria managed before her hands flew up as though she would physically hold it back. A dense field of energy sprang into existence as Yula's power crashed upon them. Wind and concussive force blew pass and through the four that stood nearest to the freed woman. Even the defensive shield couldn't be raised fast enough or full enough to negate such a mighty blow.

The strike certainly stunned or at least delayed any further reaction from Aria and the three that stood near her. In fact, those that followed knew better than to chase after Yula. They were helpless against the power of a Jedi or Sith unless they were prepared to cut them down. Perhaps if they were equipped to combat such people they would have nets or stun guns, but they were a rescue team. Aria was there to protect them from the monsters that prowled the area. Or the confused, disoriented, and incensed Force Users.

Thankfully, Yula didn't run far. If anything, she hobbled.

Aria straightened up and slowly lowered her hands as her blue eyes regarded the defiant Zeltron before them. "My name is Master Aria Vestra, Duchess of Ios. No one here means to hurt you. Please," the white haired woman nodded in Yula's direction, "let us help you." Obviously the woman was injured and afraid. Aria did not want to fight Yula in order to treat her.

Tag: Yula Perl | Linny Rennis | Katarine Ryiah | Valery Noble

 

[Romi Jade]

A release...

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[Theme]​

It was... unusual for her to show this sentiment. Under her teachings, she was hardy, and tough, but knew when and where to push. It wasn't often I had seen emotions of this calibur from her.

Battered and bruised -- she had a broken arm. None of the gashes and marks she wore retracted from her feminine appearance. For someone of such a lithe frame, how could she withstand so much? But, could she?

She got the aid she needed, and returned back to the site of it all. She wanted to retrieve her lightsaber....and also see it one last time.

Just on the edge of one of the few senatorial pods left intact, she appeared the lone figure lost to an echo of violence that came and went like the hours in a day. For all that she was to others, she was conflicted in this moment; stuck.

She could feel the way Romi's confliction ran through her in endless circles.

There was a silence to the aftermath that by this point she'd never much noticed or rather was unaffected. But now, it welled up around her, inside her...

The Enclave on Jakku, something she worked hard to build on her own, was no more. The lives lost...those she couldn't provide protection for.

Now Coruscant. A place she'd experience this same thing on years ago.

Her relationship with Cedric came and went like the wind. Now, she felt like she didn't know him at all. She spent her youth at his side.

The child...she lost -- Solipsis knew about that too; that being thrown in her face paralyzed her. It brought a mixture of emotions that she never felt all at once before. There were so many, and she'd yet to face them.

In her reflection, she could only wonder if this was the vision her Master had for her. Had she lived up to the expectation...

For the first time in her life, she let go stray tears. She mourned for everything. All of it.

She lurched over the edge, propping herself up with her good arm. Exhaling chit she held on to. She left it here.

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idk y'all were heading this way so -- Auteme | Jacen Nimdok​

 

[KAR2]

Location: Coruscant Lower Levels
Tags: Valery Noble Yula Perl Aria Vestra Linny Rennis | Anybody I missed.


Katatine watched as the woman they just freed began to attack. She narrowed her deep green eyes but did not speak. Personally she felt If the ungrateful b**** was going to behave like that then they may as well kill the scum and be done with it.

As soon as that thought entered her mind she frowned. She had never felt those feelings before. Wasn’t it understandable to be traumatized after an event like this?

Her hand subconsciously rubbed the healing wound on her shoulder.

 

[Sssar Taszzn]

Tag: Faith Organa | Donavon Arturo | IVI | Aerarii Tithe | Elizie Athacorr | Veles Oshu | Seto du Couteau

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Sssar sat coiled near the periphery of the discussion, his focus still on the new Chancellor even as strategizing and politics began to seep into the discussion. Some of his colleagues wore their mask well, hiding their long game well, others did not and it was apparent when they switched from altruism to personal gain - at least this was what Sssar believed himself to be perceiving. The Filithar was not gifted with the Force so all he could fall back on was his years of public service and intuition. Topics about the Order's culpability peaked his interest as that was a topic of intense fascination to him but the interest faded as quickly as he came. There had been no justice in the previous dealings. His attempts at pursuing a lawful amends had been slow and unfruitful.

Sssar looked to the other Senators and then to the new Chancellor. He pondered his next words carefully. He had held them back in their fullness for a long time. Now during talks of unity and by extension loyalties his mind began to shimmer with mounting thoughts. Sssar's more direct nature outweighed his political interest as he began to speak his mind in all its unfettered frustration "Through the yearssss I have sssserved in the Ssssenate." he looked towards his peers "There hassss only been a few fleeting momentssss when I felt that my involvement had gravity." he turned to look at Tithe "I have pusssshed, debated, and warned about numeroussss topicssss to seemingly deaf earssss. On the day of the desssstruction of Cssssilla I took to the holonet to try and uplift our people. During the sssshooting in the chamberssss I tried once more. In the sssship, yet again. I am weary of thesssse talkssss when I know my place within them issss only to further another'ssss goalssss. I wassss ignored during the Bysssss crissssissss. My requesssst to be named on the committee that I laid the foundationssss for - ignored. I have had no ssssway asssside from my trivial vote ever ssssince the firsssst meeting on the infrasssstructure bill nearly a decade ago." he turned to face all in the room "Long before I believe the vasssst majority of thosssse pressssent here were even elected to the Federal Asssssssembly." he turned to look at Tithe "Or were sssstill pledged to the Ssssith Empire." his serpentine eyes narrowed. He let that sentence linger for a several long seconds "Assss a form of loyalty to Adhira for what ssssshe had helped accomplissssh for Eclipsssse I looked passsst your previousssss, lucrative, allegiance. Though I musssst confessssss it hasssss ultimately been in vain. I do not trusssst you Aeraii Tithe. Force knowssss I have tried. Your wordsssss are flagrantly deceptive - manipulative - your goalsssss sssshrouded, your loyaltiesssss far too eassssily ssssswayed. You rosssse to the top of the Ssssith Empire but on thresssshold of collasssspe you came to the Alliance, then now you sssssit there where true loyalisssstssss had. Emmen and Adhira. I will not play thesssse gamessss and pretend a minute longer. I am weary. " Sssar looked yet again to his peers "Perhapssss my wordssss are cutting and you who have failed to notice my malcontent before are taken by ssssurprisssse by them? The only ssssurprise sssshould be how long I have held onto thesssse ssssentimentssss. I regret every ssssessssssion we held sssssince we unified. What good have any of usssss done for the average citizen of the Alliance? Truly for them and not for a legacy? Have you thought further than the vote, than your friendsssshipssss? A greater loyalty?" Sssar looked to the banking clan representative "Or you? Wassss it you or your predecesssssor that tried sssso hard to become the central bank of our people sssso that you could line your pocketsssss with the grandiossssse power of that possssition?" the Filithar's attention went to Tithe "Do not look for ssssupport from me for your sssspectaclessss. The people need relief sssservicessss in haste and true ssssecurity. Not more theatre. No more messssssaging. No more camerasss. No ssspeechessss. No sssspectaclessss." Sssar began to rise off his coils until he was solidly 9 feet above Tithe, the equivalent of Sssar standing if he had legs "I will not now come when you beckon me to your cause Aeraii, after being so ressssoundingly ignored, like a trained hound. You think only of yoursssself in thesssse dealingsssss. Not for a moment issss it truly for the common people. And I owe you nothing." Sssar had spoke his mind with all the venom of pent up discontent that had been eating him away for apparently a very, very long time. His words were not prepared and drifted among a myriad of topics. Though a few were especially apparent. Sssar had felt personally spurned and had no amicable feelings towards Aeraii or his peers. He was enraged by the perspective of pomp or politicking on the heels of this disaster.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

DECEIVED
OFFICE OF THE CHANCELLOR // SENATE BUILDING

Elizie Athacorr | Veles Oshu | Mirana Praji | Donavon Arturo | Seto du Couteau | Faith Organa | Sssar Taszzn | IVI

“Yes, the beasts,” he replied to Senate Athacorr. “Truely a horrifying prospect. The aid of Arkania is humbly, humbly accepted. Our citizens are in your debt.” A constant stream of reports from the underworld had come across Tithe’s desk all morning as the heinous parting gift from the Brotherhood caused havoc. Released across the surface during the attack, the creatures continued to bring death and destruction long after the Brotherhoods fleet had been driven back.

Mr Harper of the IGBC cautioned Tithe to make peace with the Jedi. “If is true that Fossk - this, Darth Solipsis , heralds the arrival of the prophesied Sith’arii at last… my good man, I fear we may need the Jedi more than ever!” The revelation of Sith interference in the democratic process was a mortal wound to the Alliance, worse than those inflicted by their enemies to date. “It will prove quite impossible to wash the, ah, taint of the Dark Side from the inquest.”

But maybe this worked to his advantage. If Tithe played his cards right, he might even be able to hang the whole debacle on Fossk, clearing himself of any wrongdoing in the process. He would have his work cut out convincing the Jedi to forgive and forget, but if there was someone up to the task, it was an Aargauun. While others may pride themselves in their skill at arms, Tithe’s ability to talk his way out of trouble was his boon.

Senator Arturo proposed the Jedi be freed to leave their temple, with Senator Organa adding that the Senate needing to make a public show of unity. “The streets of Coruscant have known blood before,” he mused. “But they were minor incursions by failed states. But, this… this is the first time that the heart of our government has felt the cruel string of defeat in our own home. Not even the Sith dared strike the heart of the Starbird. A public show of solidarity is needed, yes, with the Jedi by our sides.”

With Coruscant smouldering, Tithe suspected the transgressions of the New Jedi Order would be pushed to the back of most citizens minds. Those found guilty would need to be held accountable, but right now, the image of the government unified with its protectors would provide much-needed comfort to the voters.

Senator Praji noted that the appointment of a Vice Chancellor could prove a rallying point for the senate to rebuild trust, with Senator Du Couteau suggesting an election to fill the role. “Yes, that may do nicely,” he replied. “The Senate Parliamentarian may of course have views.” To Tithe’s understanding, the rules of succession in a situation like this were not widely known. The keeper of Senate lore would know the answer.

The matter seemed settled just as Senator Taszzn launch an ad hominem attack on Tithe. “I was but a, ah, minor functionary,” he lied. “And since then I’ve fought the Sith at Bastion, at Felucia… at Byss, Tiss’sharl then Ziost.” He clicked his fingers as he cast his mind back. “Muunilinst, yes that was most unpleasant. Both Csilla and Korriban, and, well let’s throw in Krayiss and here on Coruscant for good measure.” He gestured to his Golden Starbird and Order of Chandra as he looked to the Fillithar. “Senator, can you lay claim to a similar resolve to ensuring the freedom of the Core?”

“In fact,” he added, casting his gaze around the room. “Should my leadership prove so offensive, I would welcome a motion of no confidence, yes I would. I’ll put my drafters at the disposal of any of you require them.” Did his detractors dare try to roll a sitting Chancellor while the streets of Coruscant still burned?

 

[Veles Oshu]

Location: Chancellor's Office
Nearby: Aerarii Tithe // Sssar Taszzn // Elizie Athacorr // Mirana Praji // Donavon Arturo // Seto du Couteau // Faith Organa // IVI

In the midst of the tirade the Senator of Eclipse leveled at Aerarii, Dorian heard as he turned to him - somewhat randomly levying an accusation against him of profiting from his own political efforts within the alliance. He furrowed his brow - not so much against what the man claimed, but by the mere suprise of being ambushed with such a statement. Usually when someone didn't like him, he had fair warning, but to the benefit of Sssar, he was almost entirely suprised.​

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"Unfortunately, Senator, the business of a bank tends to be profit - and our assistance in the formative years of the alliance helped its economy grow to what it is today. I won't bore you with the specifics but..."​

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He smiled at the Senator, something equally warm and inviting as it was cold and taunting.​

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"You're welcome."​

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Then the Chairmen and Representative of the IGBC turned to Aerarii, quickly glancing at the holowatch on his own wrist before he spoke;​

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"As of an hour ago, Darth Solipsis would be the sixth 'Sith'ari' returned today. More concerning, however, is the shortness of our galaxy's memory. A simple ten years ago and one would remember the aptly named 'Shadowfall' - a far worse strike at Coruscant perpetrated by yet another 'Sith'ari' and the entire reason the last iteration of our fine government collapsed. Solipsis is certainly not the first sith to manipulate the alliance, nor is he the most dangerous it has ever face; but he is certainly the most dangerous at the moment. That all being said -"​

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"I wouldn't concern ourselves with 'Prophecy', Chancellor, I think we both know that isn't our strong suit. We're men of political aptitude, who understand the importance of image in eyes of layman; while doing what needs to be done behind the scenes. All politics are a theater, after all - so let me rephrase."​

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"The Jedi and the Alliance should have their peace with one another, that is without doubt. What should be more concnerning to your office is the appearence of competency in a time of incertainty; to ensure that all the faith of the people is within our own government rather than the Order. The Jedi are a power for good, I will acquiese, but they often fail in their 'public relations' department after all. Do not put the Alliance, and your office, in jeopardy over the hope in mystics with fancy weapons.", he said with a shake of his head.​

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"I do believe Senator Praji and Senator Organa have the right of it, however. A show of solidarity would be important in a time when the hearts and minds of our people suffer; memorials, a strong public statement, a vote on the new Vice Chancellor all would do well to bring some comfort to the tattered edges of their minds. Moving forward, establishing a more dedicated Coruscanti Guard would do well to stop further transgressions - and could even instill confidence should we give them a fancy uniform.", he tittered for a moment.​

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"Alas, I will claim no great clairvoyance irregardless. Whatever the Chancellor proposes, he will have my support - and the Alliance will have the support of the IGBC - to do with its reserves as they see fit. Simply say the word, and we will do whatever is asked of us."​

 

[Linny Rennis]

Linny gathered herself up a little more as the other Jedi approached her. Feeling a little better now. Jedi could be trusted, at least. None of them looked like they were hiding claws under there... not that Linny'd be able to tell. Her vision was swirling more than a cup of bad caf in a student pad.

"Linny... I'm Linny," she replied to the warm, smiling Jedi as she steadied herself. "I found one," she muttered, turning to look over her shoulder. Sprawled out on a smashed speeder, the Sithspawn's corpse glistened slightly. She shuddered a little more. "I heard others though. They're everywhere." Another look, further up. She had no idea where she'd fallen from, or where she'd fallen to. Just that she was alive, and thankfully among others.

Plans were starting to be made as the others dug out someone out of the rubble. Linny listened in, feeling too out-of-it and too inexperienced to make much of a suggestion. Anywhere was better than here. She hoped, at least, that the Temple was still safe. Though judging by what'd happened lately, that was very unlikely. She took a moment to apply a bacta bandage to her cut, smoothing the cold, tingly ooze against it.

Then, the woman rose up and shouted. She drew on the Force. Linny felt a squirming inside her. She raised her hands...

A powerful blast of the Force smacked against her, barely deflected by her attentions. She managed to just about avoid bashing her back against the wall... though it didn't stop her from tumbling, legs shoved out from under her as she fell to the floor with a painful slam. Her bag split, sending rolls of bandages, her datapad and communicator, her mini lab kit... everything rolling out onto the broken street.

Linny looked up from the floor, blood flowing from her nose.

"Please don't let her do that again," she asked in a pained, nasal voice as she held the bridge of her nose. She was going to look like a seedy backroom fighter at this rate.

Yula Perl Valery Noble Aria Vestra Katarine Ryiah

 

[Valery Noble]

Shattered​

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Location: Coruscant, lower levels
Valery: Appearance
Ship: Factory link
Tag: Linny Rennis Yula Perl Aria Vestra Katarine Ryiah

Chapter IV: Back into the Chaos
Valery looked at Linny Rennis and offered a smile, "Nice to meet you, Linny. I'm Master Noble." Valery began with the same comforting tone. It seemed the girl began to realize she was among allies, and this helped. That was until Yula came out of the rubble and unleashed some of her strength in the Force against her rescuers.

Valery felt the sudden peak in energy and braced herself with a swift Barrier as well. Sadly, she was not able to shield Linny from the attack, who was knocked around and slammed against the floor.

"What was that?"

The brunette's first instinct was to reach for her weapon, but she kept it disengaged for now - only the grip on her hilt tightened up. She looked around and spotted Yula Perl and Aria Vestra not too far away.

"Please don't let her do that again," she asked in a pained, nasal voice as she held the bridge of her nose. She was going to look like a seedy backroom fighter at this rate.

Valery blinked and let out a soft sigh - the nose was likely busted but luckily, it was a fairly minor injury all things considered. She straightened her posture and raised a hand up through her long hair, her gaze directed down at the ground. She stood in thought for a moment, not paying attention to what happened around her, before she began to speak again.

"Alright, there are more of these beasts out here, and surviving Jedi at the temple might need our help too. If our Zeltron friend has calmed down, let's form two groups. One to continue cleaning the streets here, and one to head for the Temple." she said as she looked between each person in the group. Nobody was really assigned as the leader, but there were problems to take care of, and it required some coordination.

 

[Spasa]

Objective: Coruscant, Lower Levels

Tags: Jax Thio | Katarine Ryiah | Yula Perl | Linny Rennis | Valery Noble | Aria Vestra​

How long had it been? She had watched so much life happen from her safe haven within the Empyrean protected by the Ashla…and yet, far more of her consciousness suffered in Darkness than in the Light. She can still hear the whispers. Parts of her Soul are still trapped in very Dark places, tugging on her thoughts to give in. Then there is PomStychTivé a Nightsister, Spasa's exact likeness in every way, except for her freedom and choice of associations. All parts of the same Soul had been one singular life until the Ashla and the Fanged God tore her essence in half. One intent to preserve her, the other jealous to covet her. The Ashla renamed her daughter Spasa. At the request of PomStychTivé, Carnifex snatched up wayward shreds of her soul intent on safekeeping for as her Horcrux. How is it both persons exist in the physical realm, along with the awareness of parts of herself which exist imprisoned in his Darkness? Only by the Will of the goddess of Light perhaps.



She first became consciously aware that she now exists outside the Empyrean, when her physical body could not move without great effort and a profound sensation of pain which does not merely exist in her mind alone. The last thing she remembers is having heard a pack of ravenous beast tear apart one less fortunate, and this very moment. She survived the prowling beasts left by the invading Sith, by her state of unconsciousness, and the Darkness from outside sources which continually assault her thoughts.

A face she remembers, but not an inkling as to why, only accompanied by snippets of dissociated memories now rests unconscious and covered in blood nearby. 'What is his name?' She cannot remember it.

Her actions unfold and yet her short term memory is worthless to serve her, she feels dissociated, merely puppeteering the body her soul possesses, feeling little emotion regarding her involvement with unfolding events.

Touching the gash across his chest… the blinding Light she manifested in attempt to mend him… losing her connection to the Light, when the whispers began all over again drawing her thoughts toward Darkness. His blood soaking into her garments.

Pitch black, these lower levels, 'but where are we?' Spasa continued to struggle to move her body, to feel even remotely awake. A wounded beast darts by, much too near for comfort. It moves on, leaving the two alone, thankfully, just as the others had done before.

"Hey," sitting erect upon the cold steel floor with his head set upon her lap, she tapped his cheek gently. She understands that she cannot simply stay here and wait for him to regain consciousness to lead the way. She isn't even certain he will know the way out of here. Something mysterious leads her to understand that she cannot leave him alone in the Darkness.

Spasa rises from the floor like one whose knees long forgot how to automatically straighten. In the room of a thousand fountains, the roar of the water drowns out all other sound. She has no idea what direction to head. She imagines she will head in the direction towards where the beasts have darted from; perhaps someone is driving them out. She bent down and took hold of Jax's lifeless body, tucking his feet under her ribs, pinning his ankles tightly in her bent elbows. She groaned in exasperation at the weight of him.

'Try to locate someone who might know what is going on.'​

 

[Eboi Seth]

DECEIVED

Seto du Couteau Faith Organa Sssar Taszzn Donavon Arturo IVI Elizie Athacorr Veles Oshu

Eboi was still shaken from the experience of the Brotherhood of the Maw's attack on Coruscant so many innocent people killed in an instant. Pressing the buttons on his Repulsorpod and moved closer to the new Chancellor Aerarii Tithe . "Honorable Chancellor," Eboi said his voice still shaking. "First I express sorrow for what happened with -" he gulped. "Chancellor Adhira Chandra I regret accusing her of possible treason and I want to apologize and pray for her health. I was full of anger and rage for what the Jedi may or may not have done during the Stygan Campaign without putting them through a proper trial. I also want to congratulate you on your new position. It is with great sadness that we cannot celebrate this due to what has happened but the dawn always comes after the dark and we can take solace that the Galactic Alliance still lives through your presence."

The Senator sighed. "I still think the Jedi need to answer for these accusations and they must be placed on a tight leash even after the destruction of the Jedi Temple. We have to ensure that they do not repeat the same mistakes from the Stygan Campaign, they must know that they serve us and must answer to the people."

Eboi gulped. "That being said," he explained. "This grievous attack by the New Sith Order must not go unanswered. First things first however, we must let the people know that the Senate and the Galactic Alliance stands by them. We must send rescue ships as soon as possible. Before entering the Senate Chamber, I have sent 300 medical ships from Chandrila to assist in Coruscant's recovery. I urge all of my compatriots to do the same, we must be united especially at this time of extraordinary crisis."

 

[Yula Perl]

Aria Vestra | Valery Noble | Katarine Ryiah | Linny Rennis

Yula stared at the white-haired woman, bristling like a stray nexu whose tail had just been stomped.

"My name is Master Aria Vestra, Duchess of Ios. No one here means to hurt you. Please,"

"let us help you."

“I…” Some of the venom drained from the Zeltron’s face, replaced with confusion. Unearthing from the rubble had been a strange sensation. Coruscant had been bustling with light, now dark energies began to seep beneath the crust. Aria, Valery, Katarine, and Linny were all spots of light among the hellscape—and it was enough to make Yula a little more lucid.


“I….?” Now she looked down at herself, at her bloodied hands, then back to Aria. Her eyes widened, face scrunching frantically. A few wobbly steps forward and her knees buckled, so she grasped onto the woman’s shoulders for purchase. “The kids,” She rasped. “They were…they’re gone. Did they make it out? They’re not here. Did they get away?” Though Yula still lacked clarity, at least her hostility had been sapped.

A light went on in her eyes.

“You’re Jedi.” She stated, as if it had been the revelation of a century. To the concussed Zeltron, it may have been.

Her bleary gaze shifted over Aria’s shoulder and to the…young lady who was nursing a broken nose.

"Please don't let her do that again,"

It took her a slow blink to register what had happened, then her voice dipped in shame, body drooping where she’d clung to the Ioshan.

“Did…did I do that?”

 

[Aria Vestra]

Location: Lower Levels of Coruscant

Aria stood patiently by as the woman seemed to be working through a nasty blow to the head. The Master tried to focus her talent in the Force to bolstering Yula's clarity of mind to fight through the haze. It seemed to work too. Enough for the Zeltron to brave taking a few steps forward before she collapsed from her physical condition.

The Ioshan caught Yula as the other woman reached out to take hold of a shoulder. Bright eyes peered at the Zeltron as she quickly gushed about children. "Children?" Slowly Aria's hand lifted to carefully and lightly touch Yula to get a sense of her injuries.

A small smile graced Aria's lips when Yula recognized they were Jedi.

"I'm afraid so, Miss...?" Aria paused hopeful Yula would offer her name. "A surprisingly strong use of the Force, if I may say so."

"For now," her yellow eyes shifted back toward the other women at Valery's suggestion, "don't focus on what happened when you weren't yourself. You mentioned there are children missing. Do you know what may have happened to them?" It was a sound idea to have the wounded sent to safety while the rest of them pressed on to save those in the depths. First, Aria needed to find out if Yula knew where such people might already be located. She said they were gone, but then the Zeltron also hadn't been thinking clearly either. Perhaps it would take time.

"These men and women," Aria gestured to the trio, "can help anyone here who wishes to return to the nearest field hospital -- and the Temple. I would welcome any that wish to stay, however." Another smile surfaced as she looked over at Valery, Linny, and Katarine.

Tag: Yula Perl | Valery Noble | Linny Rennis | Katarine Ryiah

 

[Kai Bamarri]

A building was on fire. Smoke billowed from the flames, and the air reeked of flammable fuel. Civilians were fleeing the scene in terror, scattering in all directions, only to be pursued by beastly Sithspawn loosed in the underlevels by the Maw. The sight painted a fitting picture of the pandemonium that had ensued in the streets of Coruscant after the Brotherhood’s invasion.

“This is the work of an arsonist,” the Bright Knight deduced, though Kai wasn’t sure how. “I sense no one is inside the building, but we should look around for the perpetrator. No doubt they will linger nearby to observe the destruction.”

Kai was already looking, though not for an arsonist. He was overwhelmed by the chaos around him, not sure what target to pursue first. Worse, they were in alarmingly close proximity to the Reef. He was torn between wanting to help the people who were in danger here, and a desperate need to defend his second home from the invaders.

“There, Doppelganger!” the Bright Knight exclaimed, pointing. “That one over there, watching the fire!”

While others fled, a lone figure stood perfectly still in a nearby alleyway. By the orange glow of the flames, Kai saw that the arsonist wore the distinct striped uniform of an Azrael Asylum inmate. With the Bright Knight having given him a direction at last, Kai charged at the figure without a second thought.

They crashed together, falling to the ground.

“Get off me!” the arsonist yelled, thrashing in Kai’s grip. “It’s a setup! She tricked me!”

Only the ravings of a lunatic, Kai thought. He held on tight, but as the two struggled his captive somehow managed to wriggle out of his arms, slippery as an eel. Kai was fast enough to catch him again, only to feel something—well, several somethings—stab suddenly into his flesh before he was violently thrown against a duracrete wall.

Smoldering puncture wounds were left on Kai’s body where his skin had made contact with the arsonist, as if he had been impaled by red-hot spikes. Bewildered and in pain, he looked up to find his opponent’s flesh was writhing as what looked like spikes rippled along the surface of his skin. The arsonist was a shapeshifter, too.

“She told me to do it!” he shouted over the fire and the screams. “Forget about me, it’s you she wants!”

His pain turning to rage, Kai’s lightsaber was suddenly in his hand. With a flash of the glowing blade he had sliced off the arsonist’s hands. A scream of agony, followed by curses in a language Kai did not understand, fell from the arsonist’s mouth.

<Bright Knight! I got him!> Kai called out to his ally.

But the Bright Knight was nowhere to be seen.

Before Kai could process this new development, his danger sense flared. One of the Sithspawn beasts terrorizing the citizenry was bounding toward them. It lunged at Kai, digging its claws into him. Arcs of electricity darted down the monstrosity’s arms and shot out of its paws. Kai’s eyes widened, and the world went white.

 

[KAR2]

Location: Coruscant Lower Levels
Tags: Yula Perl | Linny Rennis | Valery Noble | Aria Vestra


"These men and women can help anyone here who wishes to return to the nearest field hospital -- and the Temple. I would welcome any that wish to stay, however."

Katarine rubbed her arm again and felt herself sway slightly.

“I had better visit the field hospital. I think the claws on that beast may have been poisonous. If I’m fit afterwards I will head to the Temple.”

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OOC Note (I have over 800 papers to grade this weekend. I didn’t want to slow anybody down so please assume Kat went for medical attention. I’ll jump back in when I can.))

 

[Kirie]

Auteme | Romi Jade | Jacen Nimdok | Aayla Shan | Metis Athena Elpis | Saan'an Gaelor | Coren Starchaser | Darth Solipsis
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Kirie lay still, covered in blankets and curled up in the centre of the by-the-night accommodation’s sagging bed. The temptation to run from what happened on Coruscant had been overwhelming. The shattered hallways of the senate buildings, and the sight of the plumes of smoke rising from the temple had driven into Kirie a gnawing guilt that consumed her body, hollowing her out from inside. It had almost been too much for her, and she’d considered abandoning the Jedi, as she had abandoned everything else that had mattered to her at one time or another, returning to a lift adrift so as not to face the grief, the shame that came with staying.

For better or worse, however, Kirie had changed. This was her mess to clean up, at least, part of it was. Her decision to testify against the Jedi to the Senate had emboldened the Maw to strike. Part of damage, to property, to life, to the Alliance, that was her responsibility. It would be a lot to face, and in her gut Kirie knew that whatever chances she had of returning to the good graces of the New Jedi had evaporated.

So, choosing not to run, but unable to face the wreckage of the temple, Kirie had left the Senate building and retreated to a cheap overnight room similar to the one she had used for a few weeks when she’d first arrived on Coruscant. She’d stripped off the tattered and burned remains of her suit and crawled into bed, where the tears had flowed freely for some hours, leaving her drained and feeling empty.

While Kirie lay on her back, flicking through reports of the damage caused by the invasion on the holonet. She wondered what she would actually do after the dust settled, once she returned shamefully back to the Temple, and things resumed into whatever the new normal would be. She was a freshly minted Jedi Knight now assuming no punishment from the Circle awaited her back at the Temple, but it was clear from her service on Korriban and her confrontation with Darth Solipsis that she was not meant to be a great defender of the Light and vanquisher of evil Sith.

Kirie supposed she could be an instructor, but she had no great mastery of the Force, and besides, she couldn’t even convince young @Saan’an not to run into battle during the confrontation at the Senate Building. The political affairs of the Jedi were familiar to her, something she was readily good at, but that had already blown up in her face, ended with the deaths of so many.

Kirie screwed her eyes shut and rubbed her face fitfully balled fists. For so long she had wandered the Galaxy, aimless and lonely, and now that the mirage of belonging the New Jedi had provided was gone, Kirie realised she was more alone than ever.

Sighing heavily, she pulled the piled blankets off her body, stretching her aching body and dressing slowly in the garments that had survived the worst of the damage during her fight.

The first step, if she was to figure anything out, was to return to the temple and face the Jedi.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Coruscant - Jedi Temple

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added)Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in landing bay, Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" , "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)

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” Life isn’t about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself.” - George Bernard Shaw​

As they all seemed to disperse, Caltin began to walk the steps, no turbolift for him this time, not that he used them much when he was a Jedi of the Republic. While this was more about “habit” at first, the more steps he walked, the more he looked at what really brought him back here. Ironically, it was not the Sith, or the Maw, or the Dark Side, or really anything like that. It was “this”, the whole experience of what it meant to be a Jedi. Sure, he spoke a good game for a long time, but he had not been truly “feeling it”. As he walked by the destruction, the rubble, the … the death… Caltin could only feel responsible. Was it warranted? No. It was how he felt though.

His time as a Padawan was about becoming accustomed to, and learning all of the ways of the Jedi, naturally. However, he had done so for the most part without a present Master. He was assigned one, however, more often than not she was not around so he had to learn things on his own and in his own way. That carried over into Knighthood. He was not the perfect example of a Jedi Knight, but he was always out there. Caltin was always one to be out and “off-world”, and his Padawans always went with him. It was how the big guy made his mark on the Order. Yes, he “took the fight to the Sith” and it had negative effects on his standing for a long time. That being said, this had a positive effect on many of the sentients of the galaxy. If asked, he would not take credit for this or for the others that followed, and rightfully so, that would be folly. However, the proof was in the proverbial pudding.

The galaxy did not see the Jedi as “shut-ins”, they knew that they could count on them.

Laertia Lo once told him that she was whatever the galaxy needed her to be. As misguided as her outlook on life was, that was dead on. The galaxy needed the Jedi, not zealots who believe that theirs is a religion, not “death stick smokers without the drugs”, not even the Jedi of old. They needed a symbol that they can believe in. They did not need “heroes” they needed a rallying cry.

Cheese…

Seriously man. This is what you were meant to do. He had ties across the galaxy. Maybe it was time to start using them. Instead of just wondering if the Jedi would truly be what they were meant to be, maybe it was time to try and inspire others to do the same. It was sad, as he stood in the Great Hall one more time, looking at everything, the big guy saw something. It was the huge mural on the North Wall. The mural of the Jedi of the past. He was on that mural, and where that may have been a source of ridicule at one point, now it was a source of inspiration.

The Jedi were still standing. They would stand no matter what happened. The galaxy would be reminded, in the best way possible. Instead of going into hiding, they would come out of the woodwork. Light would shine in the darkness. Light would rise from the depths. Light would billow through the clouds, just like it was as he walked into the courtyard. He had spent so long giving speeches to others, maybe this time he needed the speech because right now the big guy had felt something he had not in a long time.

He felt inspired.

He felt motivated.

He felt ready.

He was not going to "take the fight to the Sith" like he used to, make no mistake, any Sith who searched him out would not like what they found, however, this was different. It's been long said that even one Jedi can turn the tide of the war. What about thousands? They were out there. Those without a home to call their own. Those disillusioned, waiting for a reason to return. They were out there, it was a matter of finding them again. Remind them why they are needed, not just by the galaxy, but by other Jedi, and even needed by themselves.

It should not have come to this, in this manner, but this felt right.

Caltin had to get back to Kashyyk, he had a promise to keep, but after that? He had a promise to himself. To make it mean something again to be a Jedi, not “Silver”, not “New”, not “Crusade”, “Jedi”.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[IVI]

D E C E I V ED
CORUSCANT | SENATE DISTRICT | CHANCELLOR'S OFFICE

This room was getting crowded — beyond the obvious security risks, it also meant that gave room for more dialogue. If everyone took their turn speaking, it would waste the precious time they had. One of the downsides to democracy.

Decision by committee had its place, especially in a government at the galactic scale of The Alliance. Those brought into the fold had to be represented, had to have their say. Politics begged the nuance of diversity, and the necessity to understand the meaning behind the word that defined their people. What the word Alliance meant. Not republic, not unity government, not nation. Alliance. Coruscant was the heart of such an Alliance, and while it bled, it couldn’t afford to clog the arteries of all those other necessary components. Numberless washes of different groups that formed and fell apart and formed again.

The New Jedi Order and the Senate were one of the prime groups under scrutiny now; at the precipice of either falling apart or forming again.

But, in the end, they’d made an Alliance. They were an Alliance. And there was a beauty to be had in their regeneration, and somehow all of them tacitly agree that, whatever their disagreements might be, they were united against the oppression of freedom, light, peace. What brought them together was their resilience to tyranny.

All of them spoke, all those who’d agreed to represent their allegiances. And the more words that were passed, the further her thin grin stretched. Only temporarily stopping to flick her gaze to calculate, briefly, the remaining distance between the ceiling and the impressive height of Eclipse’s senator.

Elections, spectacles, voting, proclamations. All more words, demonstrations, exhibitions. Things that were counterintuitive to the opportunity of intelligence. All things that were timesucks for the influencers of The Alliance.

Simply say the word, and we will do whatever is asked of us."

“The first ask is, and should be, that you leave this room post haste Mister Harper.” M interjected, holding up a hand. Everyone here had an agenda, she was no different, but those contents were reserved for the proper representatives of elected senators and not businesspersons.

“Chancellor Tithe’s patience is admirable, but I must remind you that this is a state of emergency.

And as such, the decisions made within this room are for elected and those of official Alliance representation. I’m sure following these proceedings, the Chancellor will reach out to you at an appropriate time.”

Ruby, irisesless gaze levelled at the pale banker until he chose to leave or otherwise.

Still, this was the Chancellor’s office and if her desires were to be actualized, authority had to be recognized with some dependencies: “Chancellor, your unquestioning tolerance puts the sanctity of these walls and the decisions made within at risk. Not abiding by protocol, and maintaining procedural etiquette has some play in the predicament we face now.

Let us not forget it was someone within the senate that was exploited as having direct ties to The Brotherhood and started all this undoing and this state of emergency.”

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Veles Oshu | Aerarii Tithe | Sssar Taszzn | Seto du Couteau | Faith Organa | Donavon Arturo | Eboi Seth
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[Valery Noble]

Shattered​

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Location: Coruscant, lower levels
Valery: Appearance
Ship: Factory link
Tag: Linny Rennis Aria Vestra Katarine Ryiah Yula Perl

Chapter IV: Back into the Chaos
Valery looked between Aria and Yula with a frown - if there were children out here and unaccounted for, she could not leave them. There were still more of these beasts out there and each passing second mattered in rescue operations. "I'll be here with you, Master Vestra," Valery said with a nod to the Master.

Her eyes then shifted to Katarine, who spoke of the poisonous beast. "That seems like a sound plan. I'll help deal with the beasts here, and I might meet you at the Temple. Force guide you, Master Ryiah."

Finally, she looked at Linny Rennis and she'd offer a soft smile, "If you need to get medical attention, follow Master Ryiah and stay together. If you wish to help out here in the streets, stay close to Master Vestra and me. We're stronger together, after all."

Valery didn't quite like the idea of an injured Padawan roaming through the Sithspawn-infested streets of Coruscant, but she was likely safer staying with the two experienced Master, than if she were to go out alone somewhere. One thing was for sure though, Valery was going to keep an eye on her - she could not stand watching young Jedi get hurt.