Faction The Star Temple || Medjai Order

[Ascendant Muse]

Chapter I: The Sun Rises​

Chapter II: New Thing​

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VERUN, SHIRAYA EXPANSE
Seven years after the Fall of the Confederacy

It had been nearly a decade.

When the vessels first touched down upon Verun, what would become the Medjai Order was without direction. The land which had given them purpose was in ruin, their own member base was scattered, and the chance of survival seemed very slim. For weeks, all that remained could only throw in with the Confederate's refugees: defending and aiding them as much as possible. Weeks, then, turned into Months. Months of constant battle against the Expanse's vicious residents. Months of pushing back raids and literal monsters alike. During those days, the fabric which held the Knighthood together ran very thin. It was fortunate, then, that hope arrived soon thereafter.

The leader of the Order, Lord Commander Gerwald Lechner , lived. He presented himself to what remained of their organization and challenged them to lift their spirits. For so long, they had been merely holding the line - it was high time to do more than survive. The Lord Commander worked to answer the question of the Knighthood's place in the Expanse. Specifically, who they would become in the ever-growing Ascendancy. Would they once-more exist as an arm of the state? Would they, or rather could they, be independent when surrounded by hostility? The answer was a treaty: The Star-Cross Concordat. This solemn vow was forged between the Order and the new nation.

The Knighthood would indeed be independent - and therefore would be compensated for their efforts. They would continue to protect the people, insofar as the worlds themselves allowed. They would continue to seek out abominations of the Force. And above all, they would hunt the Unmaker's brood until the threat was nothing more than a historical footnote. With this, what was once the Knights Obsidian found their footing within the Shiraya Expanse. With this, they evolved into something new: The Medjai Order - so named for the deity who had enabled the Unmaker's defeat. For seven long years, the Medjai grew and fought alongside the Ascendancy.

But they never had a place to call Home.

Between operations, the Knighthood would simply fall in with the nation's Legions. Or they would rent housing from whichever planet they had been assigned to monitor. Over time, the Knighthood did come to acquire some dedicated vessels. But even these felt like a temporary solution: a bandaid upon the larger issue of lacking a roof overhead. The Medjai sorely needed a place of refuge. A place to breathe, to train, and to be safe. So it was that the Knighthood purchased a parcel on Verun and began to build. The result was a gem amidst the desert's swirling sands: The Star Temple Now, for the first time in nearly a decade, the Medjai had a place to call home.

And today was the moment the doors finally opened.

Spoiler: Tag

Aether the Iron
Gerwald Lechner
Josiah
Abel Denko
Eenia Vahn
Kyyrk
Aliza Vale
Dreidi Xeraic
Taiia Locke
Oleander Webb
Luna Evanstance
Teyla Sal-Soren
Saer Lorian
Laertia Io
Vanir Eris
Vyse de Valorous
Valery Noble
Felix Aquila
Vanya Aklin
Darth Ivum
Lunara Azure

 

[Kyyrk]

Finally, it was done. Kyyrk had invested a considerable amount of his own resources into the great structure known as the Star Temple, but one would never know that unless told. Kyyrk wasn't the only anonymous benefactor by a long shot. But he was, perhaps, the most invested in rebuilding this order. They would, in time, prove useful. Though his attentions were torn, and he could not dedicate himself to the order as he once had, he still fostered good relations with the other Knights. Rumor had it that he'd even begun to set things right with Gerwald Lechner , though the two were rarely caught in the same room if they could help it. Or at least, if Kyyrk could help it.

The wolf had grown in the last seven years. Kyyrk still didn't know that he had absolute faith in his replacement, but with each passing day he felt more and more justified that his only choice had at least been a worthy one. Some theorized that Kyyrk's departure from the Medjai's structure was the catalyst to this change. The ability to grow at his own pace seemed to benefit the man greatly. His arrogance, revealed to be confidence. This was not a man who existed on a false sense of bravado, but a well-honed warrior who knew the exact boundaries of his limitations, and was constantly pressing those boundaries further.

One day, the Ascendancy would come face to face with the Unmaker. And when that day came, Kyyrk hoped to be leading the charge, properly this time. With the full might of the Medjai Order at his back. Kyyrk's thoughts drifted back towards the revelation granted him in the Eternity Vault. The hushed tones he'd spoken to Darth Metus in afterwards. In his tenure as Primarch, Kyyrk had asked for nothing. He was a loyal sword of the Dominus, executing his will across the entirety of Verun. But that changed in the heart of the Vault. The vault was the epicenter of the largest rebellion the Rakatan Empire had ever seen. And the greatest stronghold those rebels had held was here. Within the Shiraya Expanse. His expedition had been granted. And soon the Ascendancy would depart for a world the Khanite spoke of only as "Ethereia."

But that was tomorrow. Kyyrk sighed quietly as he brought himself back to today. One step at a time. He stood within the entryway of the mighty temple, his eyes closed as he tasted the air. There was a crisp chill to it, a welcome respite to the heat of the desert beyond. The brick and stone construction of the place reminded Kyyrk vaguely of the great temples of Yavin. One of the few places he'd ever called home in his many, many years. The robed figure's eyes opened, his purple orbs staring out from the shade of his hood. It was commonplace for the man to appear in a simple robe when he was not waging war. The hood was ever present on Verun. Kyyrk had not had the misfortune of spending extended time upon a desert planet in his new state. However prone his old self had been to discomfort against the sun? This new self was even worse. Though for a being as pale as he, it should come as no surprise. Kyyrk reached up, and withdrew the hood, revealing the white hair atop his head. His intent was to poke around the temple for a while before the evening meal. He was, perhaps, the Medjai's most staunch ally within the ranks of the Ascendancy. If there was something the new Temple needed, Kyyrk wished to be the first to know... ​

Open to interaction...

 

[Josiah]

Wearing: Phase II, Obsidian Strike Armor​

VERUN, SHIRAYA EXPANSE

The Cycle continued.

Over the course of the Jedi's life, a pattern had unfolded before his very eyes. In the beginning, a seed would be planted into fertile soil. It would be nurtured by caring hands. Protected at all costs. Thus, the seed would grow, blossom, and thrive. Its branches would expand, offering shade to the masses. Then, evil would strike. With fire and anger, the bloom would be cut down, leaving only ash. This was the fate of every great work in the Galaxy, it seemed. Seeds - Nations - were doomed to be cut down by vicious hands.

So it was that Josiah had trouble finding the will to push forward.

The reality weighed heavy on the Lightbearer. Doubt clouded his judgment following the Fall of the Confederacy. So much so that he embraced an ancient rite of self-imposed exile. During this time away, Josiah made very little contact with his comrades. In fact, one of the few electronic communications was a simple ping sent to Auteme to inform her that he was alive. For so long, Josiah quietly grappled with the blight which ate at his spirit.

The Force, it seemed, had plans for him.

His exile was within the Shiraya Expanse, within one of the coastal worlds untouched by the fledgling Ascendancy. There, he was found by comrades. They were lost, just as he, and shared in the modest shelter he erected for himself. Eenia Vahn and @Diana Sophisticia were their names. As the days rolled into weeks, Josiah found that he naturally gave of himself. That teaching and nurturing were second nature. That denying seeds from being planted was the same evil as those seeking to destroy them.

Josiah found peace sharing his wisdom with the two younger souls. Peace born of understanding the true cycle of the Galaxy. Seeds needed to be planted. And if the evils of the Galaxy rose up to destroy them, it was his duty to contest them. Failure was determined by his own abilities. If he was strong enough, nay worthy enough, then the seeds he chose to protect would live. If he faltered, they would die. So it was that he rose again.

After seven long years, Josiah returned to the Medjai Order. The Knighthood had changed in his absence. An accord had been struck with the Ascendancy, guaranteeing their independence and everlasting support. But most importantly, they now had the means of building a new home. The Star Temple it was called. As the others arrived to begin their time within the Temple, Josiah quietly approached the entrance. He paused only to lower his hood and to look about, seeking those two souls who had shaken him from his exile so long ago.

Instead, he found the familiar face of the Primarch Kyyrk - a great ally of the Knighthood. A smile formed immediately at the sight of the man, and Josiah strode over to greet him.

"It wouldn't be a true opening day without you here." he remarked, beaming. "It's a shame we didn't bring a ribbon for you to cut."

Diana Sophistica | Eenia Vahn | Kyyrk​

 

[Eenia Vahn]

TAG: Josiah | Kyyrk | Diana Sophistica
Wearing: [xXx]


The past several years had not returned a sense of normalcy to Eenia. At no point had things evened out, at no point had things really ever slowed down, and that was not something the blonde healer had ever really dealt with. There had always been lulls, times when things would draw back and allow her to breathe more than a few gasps at a time. There was never any continuous work for her healing hands, never any constant training - ever - throughout the entirety of her Force driven career. Nia spent more time floundering over the years, uncertain and untrained than was healthy for anyone.

It had taken complete and utter betrayal, loss, and devastation for her to finally find a place in which she could keep both feet on the ground at the same time. A place where she could learn, where she could have knowledge shared with her freely, and not be dropped like red hot embers and left to smolder until someone else came along to fan a little oxygen on her - only to repeat the process all over again. It had by no means been an ideal situation, and circumstances had most certainly not been favorable, but it had happened. Destruction had finally landed Eenia in a place where she felt like she belonged. It was hardly traditional, not in the least little bit, but it had been exactly what Nia had needed at the time and over the years.

And so when the time came to spread out, to return to something bigger than herself, the blonde had not hesitated. Coming to stand in the shadow of this Star Temple was humbling in a way, and for quite a long moment she stood there in silence just observing. But the sound of voices drew her focus, her brow tightening as she found the source and approached with soft steps.

"I have a ribbon," she spoke out, the softest of amused smiles lifting one corner of her mouth but not the other. "Granted, its no celebratory ribbon, but it could be held and cut to commemorate the occasion despite the fact." It was of course just a simple hair ribbon, but that only made it that much more amusing in her opinion.

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: Kyyrk | Eenia Vahn | Josiah
INVENTORY: x | x | x

Oleander's presence had been more a whisper in the years that followed. His time in the Confederacy had been a slow crawl of personal development. A venture into responsibility and protocol where he'd previously operated by results, soup, and seldom else mattered. For a brief moment, he'd known progress in that regard, too.

But when the Confederacy fell, so too did that lifestyle.

The slow crawl wasn't much for tangible results. Maintaining that sense of control hadn't amounted to anything in the face of destruction. And so, when the world he knew was rendered to chaos, grasping for order just no longer served its purpose.

The Avatar of Death returned to shadow. Not gone, entirely, just withdrawn from the public and therefore command. Assignments weren't necessarily taken so much as bodies of those deemed troublemakers would wind up dead on the doorsteps of those meant to be maintaining order. Some held the telltale wounds of a lightsaber. Others, by an increasingly more frequent margarin, were left with minimal physical injuries, their brains and essence ripped from within.

As the Unmaker's horde was, well, unmade, a new problem was presenting itself. Targets were lessening, Oleander's appetite was doing anything but.

Curiousity had brought the Anzat to move-in day. The fall of the Confederacy had him, understandably, apprehensive to be inducted into a new order. Something something eggs in a basket, or however that phrase went. Yet the potential for familiar faces prompted the Anzat more than he'd think to admit. It saw him entering the Star Temple, still decked in his leathers for reaping, but with a satchel over his shoulder in case he did decide to stay.

"You could also save the ribbon for a more grand opening," he offered, the first word's he'd uttered to the living in a good while. His face twitched ever so slightly as the proboscises hidden in his cheeks writhed, taking in presences both new and old. A hunger grew in the man, not so strong as to render him feral, but what self control he maintained now was certainly less than before. The doors had been opened, the hinges rusted over the seven years.

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[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: This​

Tagging:​

Interacting with: Oleander Webb ​

In the area: Kyyrk | Josiah | Eenia Vahn ​

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There was something solid about a temple-like this, a tangible structure that you could rely on, that would always be there when you ended a mission when you came home. That was it, a feeling of sanctuary from the outside world, from the pressures and stresses that filled your everyday life. The members of the Medjai order had been sent all over this new sector of space to act on behalf of the vicel…the Dominus. Yet, they'd never really had the opportunity to have some place to come back to before, not before now.

They'd never had a home.

It was just one small word, but it was amazing how important something like that could be, the stability that came from having a home, somewhere you could put away the mantle the world gave you and just relax. It was a feeling Lunara hadn't had for a long time, even when she'd settled on Naboo it wasn't home, just a place to rest her head. A place to relax in what little time she'd had away from her duties. She'd been accepted there but…her heart hadn't reached out to the garden world, not really. It reminded her too much of home…her home. A world forever lost to her, a world she could never forget or escape from.

Still, if she could never go home, then this didn't seem like the worst place to spend some time, to rest her head for now. Who knows, maybe it could become home one day, the site of another massacre, painting the walls red and staining another memory of happiness…on second thoughts, maybe it was better not to make it home, to not get too attached. That way, she wouldn't be disappointed, hurt when the inevitable finally caught up with her, when this castle too fell.

Still, till that day…she should probably find a good suite to settle in for now.

The sharp clack of heels against the stone floor accompanied the woman as she padded towards the entrance. Blue eyes swept across the crowd, picking out the faces both familiar and unfamiliar before she settled on what could be seen as a friendly face.

"But, they're pretty, and besides, would you want to put all those poor ribbon makers out of business by taking away their business?"

A small smile curled up the corner of the woman's lips as she settled next to Oleander, nodding in greeting as she turned to face the edifice of their new home.

"They certainly built it to impress didn't they?"

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[Diana Sophistica]

-=Diana Sophistica=-​

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Tags: Josiah , Eenia Vahn , Kyyrk Oleander Webb + open
Ship: "The Red Hare"
Equipment: Prosthetics, Diana original lightsaber +attachment rods
Droids: Orange Kitten, Blue Squid
Objective: re-enter the public world

Spoiler: Appearance (general aura and bodily look)

Inspirational music

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With a slight smile a woman entered the room. A tower... significant as it was, it held the source of renewed approach to civilization within it. Years had passed since she last set foot on this planet... let alone walked into something labelled a room that didn't hold just the people she survived with. The woman had bright red hair, with the sporadic grey streak pulling the attention from the fiery look. A green eye looked focused as a second, left eye seemed to have lost its sight mostly. A faint green glow signalled a power of the force being used to see from the dead oculus still. Her body trained and covered in an armour that clearly was heavier then it needed to be in this time... the woman was at home...

In the last 7 years she sporadically had lived with the elderly man Josiah. She had since aged in both her skills and power... but little in her believes on how to handle herself. She exiled herself, feeling she failed the knighthood, the teacher reverted to her student days and left safety in search of enlightment. Once more she fought her way through the force and her saber with vigour. She mended and welded armour piece to piece and developed a muscular build that was impressive even compared to her previous stature. Her arm and leg were as a marble statue as her midriff was as well. The only imperfection she would never let heal were the missing limbs, now replaced with impressive prosthetics that were hand crafted. The scars littering her left side had increased, leaving her to occasionally limp a bit as wounds both old and new find their way back into her memory. She had worked in relative isolation on all her powers... and it showed. Her presence now emanating a slow and unbiased chill seemed to hover around her, as ever step was accompanied with a wave of hot air. As if the force within her was fighting every moment between light and dark, the life energy and that to take such life away seemed to twist and turn within the body of but the singular woman. She held a long cane. Once it had been bright red and used as an extension to her lightsaber, but now she simply wore all her weapons on belts and clasps. The rod was now a darker red, stained by time and use.

As always the woman felt it appropriate to not strengthen her body to the degree she could walk without aid. She could walk without a cane, but her habit of using a cane if she didn't have her prosthetic was one hard to beat. She stepped with slow methodical steps up the stairs to the room they would gather in... and her one eye gazed upon the door before she ever set foot in it.

During her exile she had decided upon a day, to return no sooner then she felt she had the right to stand between her fellow knights again. The knights however, were no more. The Medjai now took their place and she knew not what to make of it fully yet... but with determination she had entered the idea into her head. She would one day be powerful enough to feel worthy of being in the midst of all these people... but that day didn't need to be today. As she placed a singular hand upon the door, clipped nails and thick from the training as it was, and pushed open the door to the room. Her cane tapping slowly as she entered the room. Launching her voice, low yet feminine... coloured by age, across the room.

"Josiah, next time people gather, escort a lady would you?"

She let out a hearty laugh as she gazed across the room. Some new faces... some she remembered. She simply smiled at them all. Motherly as she came across, she felt the need to acknowledge them all and slowly walk to a spot close to Josiah, limping as little as she possibly could while moving through the room.

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-=The Emerald Flame=-​

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Wearing: Leather training gear, thin cloth shirt.
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Josiah | Kyyrk | Eenia Vahn | Lunara Azure | Diana Sophistica | Oleander Webb

It had been a long time since Dreidi had been in a temple. A stable home environment, the Ascendency had been growing over the seven years and Dreidi was attempting to keep active in the growing new faction, but it wasn't easy. She was also keeping things at an arm's length due to feeling like if she got too close it would crumble away and she would be left alone and isolated again. The CIS had been her family and everything to her but when it fell, she was lost and unsure of everything. Now, there was the Ascendency but it was still so new, still being built in her mind that she didn't want to be too heavily tied in case it fell. She had been around since the inception and she had given all she could into the rebuild and growth of the faction, especially since so many people were family in the Ascendency. However, it wasn't strong enough for her to feel safe, for her to feel safe for her niece and sister.

It was a reason why her training had to get better. She had to be stronger and rise through the ranks better. Her skills in the Force and Magick had grown and she was very capable with her Force Scream now, the singing practice helped to make it an effective tool in combat. Dreidi still spent a couple of hours combat training in her room. It was difficult mastering the different techniques and abilities in the Lightsaber combat but she was determined and eager to prove herself. There were people she respected and admired that she wanted to prove that she was worthy of keeping an eye on as she progressed. Dreidi was still too young for pursuing any form of leadership rankings in the Ascendency, compared to some, she felt like an infant, however, she was determined and there brewed a fire in her that few others could share.

Once she completed her morning routine, Dreidi paused and noted the time. She was missing the gathering at the new temple, a base for the Medjai Order. It was still odd to call herself a member of the Medjai Order and not a Knight Obsidian. Dreidi paused and placed a hand on the door, she was curious to see who else would be at the new temple and inspecting it. She hadn't been able to give much time for interacting with others as she normally would. Dreidi was hellbent on becoming strong enough that no one had to protect her, look over her shoulder. That was her mission now, her goal.

Arriving outside the temple, she looked around and noticed a few people gathered already. She felt a twang of nerves rush over her as she headed over and politely greeted herself to them. "Hi."

 

[Aliza Vale]

"Home." Or so it was called. The young woman occasionally savored the novelty, wondered at how she had come to be accepted among the former Obsidian Order. Now the Medjai Order. A simple smile graced the Sith's lips as she strode from the archives, a list of topics in her hand, the data pad held categories on them, topics she wished to make available to the new learners who would join them, and come seeking for a place of purpose, and direction. Long had it been since she'd made herself known to Kyyrk, and the others, nearly seven full years since she'd 'betrayed' her full nature. Rather than any reaction she had previously drawn during her travels in the galaxy, they had simply accepted her, and offered her a place to belong. No more having to watch her back, or sleep with one eye open. Apprentices and learners who actually sought to acquire knowledge from her, rather than bring her low... The sorceress had a simple peace and pleasure about her now a days, at fulfilling her purpose, research, and teaching led to a full life and sense of giving back to those who had accepted her, darkness and all.

That wasn't to say that she wasn't Sith, Aliza still adhered to that belief system, but pragmatism directed her efforts more than unthinking rage. As for learners, she accepted any who came to her, took them under her wing and offered a stability of teaching that had been sorely lacking during her own age of learning and beginning. The years had flown by, and Aliza occasionally wondered in awe at the fact that she had been using the force and learning about its precepts for a full fourteen years now. She even found pleasure in the thought of soon becoming a full time teacher for her order, and giving back more fully to those who had offered her sanctuary and acceptance in the years since falling in with the Ascendancy.

Strange as it was, Aliza still chose to wear her simple spacers clothing more often than not. Part of it likely had to do with the legacy of the robes, the battles and betrayals that had befallen her as a simple learner and apprentice among the Sith Order that had long since gone to dust, another aspect likely was the ease with which she could be underestimated by those who didn't know her true nature, even now, she rarely wore a light-saber openly on her waist, her platinum locks still hung straight, simply, down her back and a small smile was often on her lips, and in her eyes, even at the height of battle more often than not Aliza was, serene, seemed the closest word for it. Not at peace, not as the Jedi of their order where, but simply implacable, and resolute in her mind and stance on a given topic or debate. In a word, pragmatic, and logical.

As she exited the temple and moved towards the small group of people gathered outside she offered a simple nod to the familiar faces, taking her place amongst them before turning towards the head of the group and directing simple unwavering attention to the speaker, the datapad in her hand sliding into a pocket to be discussed after the formalities and instructions where attended to.

 

[Kyyrk]

Kyyrk turned to watch as Josiah approached him. His lip curled at the prospect of a ribbon-cutting. "Keep your ribbons." Kyyrk turned back to look at the foyer before them as Josiah came to rest next to him. "I never did approve of ceremony. Even if I was good at it." Kyyrk had always had quite the flair for pageantry. Kyyrk folded his arms across his chest, his gaze turning to look at those gathered. Eenia Vahn , he vaguely recognized. There was something about the woman that seemed familiar, even though he did not know her. He decided he must have known her in his past life. "No sense in ruining a perfectly good hair tie to commemorate the opening of a new facility. Give me a case of tankards and a barrel of ale. We can celebrate it right."

Kyyrk chuckled to himself as he turned to follow a vaguely familiar sound of clanking. Diana Sophistica joined their group, coming to rest beside Josiah. Kyyrk remembered her well. The first friendly face he'd known in his new life. His early months had been filled with people he'd never met. People that never spoke to him. The occasional visit from Taiia Locke and Srina Talon to assess his progress. Kyyrk didn't have any friends when he first awoke. He was kept at arm's length, a science project more than a person. Diana had been the first person he'd spoken to after being released to rejoin the Confederacy at large.

He offered her a solemn nod of greeting, turning to glance as two more women joined the small group. Aliza Vale and Dreidi Xeraic . The young apprentice was clearly nervous to be present, offering only a quiet squeak of a greeting. "Aliza. Dreidi. Welcome." Kyyrk offered the younger a warm smile. "I hope you all find everything to your liking. I offered what direction I could, but I have been quite busy on other matters. I'll be putting in a word for the Dominus to allow for more temples to be built as we begin to settle other planets. But for now, I think we have finally found a place worth calling home." ​