The Mother of Us All [Silver Jedi & Friends]

[H3xle]

Dair had been awed and honored to be allowed to travel with his new Master, [member="Corvus Raaf"], to Voss to attend the funeral of the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi. Dair had been confused at the concept of multiple Jedi orders, though in his mind, anyone who fought on the side of the Light and protected the galaxy from the Dark side, was someone worth knowing. On the trip between Ossus and Voss, Master Raaf had told him some of the history of the Silver Jedi and the differences between them and those Jedi who were temporally of the Galactic Republic. As she spoke, he began to understand how much she desired to be able to have closer relations between their order and that of the Silver Jedi.

Almost from the moment that they could see the funeral pyre and those gathered around it, Dair had been inundated with the emotions surrounding the place. He knew he needed to train himself to be able to filter out such things on reflex, but this level of emotion required him to focus to be able to separate his own emotions from that of those around him.

He stood very near his Master in the crowd of Jedi and others from many different orders, all here to pay respect to one who had done a great deal towards making the galaxy a better place. The speakers' words moved him greatly, called to his own grief, over the tragedies that he had been through in his life. He both saw and felt his Master begin to weep openly, but something inside him wouldn't let him. His emotional wounds weren't healed to the point where he could share them as such. Instead, he reached out and laid a comforting hand on Master Raafs arm to offer some support. He longed to be able to go among these Silver Jedi and offer his comfort to them. He felt a little awkward when he thought of doing so, though.

'Who am I to offer comfort to these here...' he thought to himself, 'A padawan from a different order. No one they know. As much as I wish to help, this is not about me.'

Then Dair bowed his head and focused through the emotions of those assembled, and sent a heartfelt thought out into the Force.

'Iella E'ron, May the Force be with be with you. May you see what your guidance has wrought. May others take the same path you trod, for you helped these men and women and made them better by it.'

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Coci Sinopi"]


Siobhan Kerrigan was not attending the funeral, where the members of the Silver Jedi Ordere were bidding Iella farewell as her spirit went to the Force, in person. For one, her injuries made travel rather ill-advised and she was dealing with problems closer to home on Kaeshana, which demanded her full attention. However, word had reached her about the tragic fate that had befallen Iella, though it was reasonable to assume that her knowledge of the event was rather sketchy. If she had known the full details, that Iella had perished in a dramatic duel with the Last Sith Emperor, fighting him in his fortress to save her child, one could imagine that she would have a surge of respect and sympathy for the woman. After all, Siobhan was a mother as well. There were no limits to her when it came to protecting her family, even her own life.


It was accurate to say that Siobhan was not an unreserved friend of the Silver Jedi, far from it. Especially not when it came to certain members. However, she was acquainted with Thurion and Coci and while it would probably be a bit presumptuous to call them friends, she found common ground with them and Coci had fought the good fight on Arkas and been a great help. So it was only fitting that she send a message of condolence to the new Grand Master and the Master of the Order, the husband and wife team that would now steer the fate of the Silvers, expressing her sympathies for their personal loss and that of the Order as a whole.

 

[Iratann'Dira]

Iratann looked at the pyre, and activated her lightsaber, as her fellow jedi had did previously. "May the force be with you, Master E'ron. Goodbye." The girl spoke, as she closed her eyes and took a deep breathe.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Some time had passed after the funeral, and a cloaked figure would walk toward the area where the funeral had been, stopping in front of the shrine for a moment.

He had only known Iella a short time during their time on the Jedi Council. At first, while he respected Iella, he felt she didn't deserve her Masterhood or Council position. It was something that needed to be earned... But over time, Iella had earned his trust, respect and her place. And now, nearly a year later... She was gone.

The figure would place a bouquet of flowers on the shrine, before turning away and walking off. A single tear dropped from the hood to the ground as he walked off.

"She is with the Force now...."

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

Approaching silently from behind, the Jedi Master approached the group of Jedi paying their respects to her close friend. Not wishing to cause a disturbance she had wrapped herself in a cloak of pure force energy, ensuring her presence would not be seen by the naked eye. She was sure such seasoned force-users would become aware of her aura, but Rasu did not plan on staying long.

Catching site of Master Heavenshield, her throat tightened as her eyes came to rest on the pyre built behind the man. She knew not to expect a body but still the symbolism was there, and already she could begin to feel a tear slowly trickle down her cheek. She had not thought she would have outlived the Grandmaster; one who had been both a teacher and a true friend throughout the fall of her Republic and then the birth of her beloved Order. They had set the foundations together and now they would both leave the future to those the Force had chosen. Their time had passed.

Approaching the pyre, she made sure to avoid the Jedi surrounding the wooden monument, and took a moment to address her fallen friend. "Iella, now be at peace knowing that you have achieved what all Jedi should seek to achieve. You are and forever will be a shining testament to this Order and all who will forever be recognised as Silver Jedi. Go in peace my friend, knowing that you have brought light to a darkened galaxy and that your memory will live on in all you have influenced. May the Force be forever with you Master E'ron." The tear had now stopped, and her words spoken. Looking up at her beloved temple, she took a moment to absorb the work that all had accomplished. She could not be more proud of the beings before her. Backing away now form the group of Jedi, the Force cloak dissipated and she spread her presence out to all those gathered, filling their minds with her thoughts of joy and pride. Casting a brilliant smile on her face, she turned away from the pyre; away from the Temple; away from a war-torn galaxy.