Time To Say Goodbye [SJO]

[Jake Daniels]

Location: Silver Jedi Temple
Specific Location: Library / Archives
Notes: Jake's Outfit

Jake didn't understand what the Silver Jedi were feeling. He couldn't. The man had been brought up among Sith. Sith constantly moved about; sometimes by their own choice, though more often than not they moved as a result of a fight. He was still a member of the Silver Jedi. He could still empathize to some degree. Was he callous? No. Jake just hadn't been on Voss nearly as long as some of the revered Jedi that walked this Temples halls. Some Jedi were even born on this planet. Some buried in its lands. The Silver Jedi would forever be a part of Voss; whether they had a temple here or not.

Having become known as the go-to for lightsaber training, the Knight was building up a reputation among the Silvers. He still held guilt over Mirial. As a result he had made it his purpose to ensure he trained their newest generation of Jedi in how to handle themselves against Sith. A former Sith taught Jedi how to fight his old kind. He was offering first hand knowledge and experience many would not get otherwise. As a result, [member="Valae Kitra"] had given Jake a simple but very important task. He was too catalog and pack all combat related training materials.

With data pad in hand, earbuds blasting one of his favorite songs, Jake was a man possessed. Item after item was looked at, checked over, notated, and carefully placed in a wooden crate with padding for the journey off world. Beside him Skillet, his rather mouthy astromech simply rolled about. It pushed each crate that Jake finished packing to an Archivist who them moved them to waiting ships. As Jake picked up a holocron, he noticed a drop of blood fall onto the device.

Setting the datapad down, Jake pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the sacred device then dabbed at his nose. Putting it into a crate, Jake tucked the cloth back into his pocket and grew confused. Bloody noses, headaches, fatigue, and strange muscle twitches at night; it was strange. Yet work had to be done. Jake couldn't, nor wouldn't, worry about himself. He owed the Silver Jedi.

'What did the doctor on Dantooine say?' Skillet asked.

"Nothing. Tests came back normal. They aren't sure whats wrong. It's probably nothing. I expect you to keep your big mouth shut." Jake replied.

'Will you go for a follow up?'

"Back to work." Jake ordered as he slid an earbud back in and turned up the volume. Skillet knew the answer. Jake wouldn't. Instead of arguing, the droid let out a slew of insults at Jake that centered around his bullheadedness though it might have referred to him as a donkey's rear as well. The insults drew the gaze of an Archivist.

With a beep of apology, Skillet rolled out of the library in irritation.

"Hey, what about our work?" Jake shouted.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

On this day Sukai had packed away the combat suit, preferring to done a black ukata instead, the slightest breeze causing a ripple along its fabric, as Douglas turned around she noted to under the weather look about him, the man’s body language, definitely not one who was excited by any means. "Yes, that is right, it’s a supervise you know how to pronounce my name properly, most people just call me Sky, I appreciate that". Anyone would be able to tell the man was saddened by the events, his voice of disappointment, sombre, like those of people at a funeral.

She gave a short wave to [member="Stephanie Swail"] as they passed below before they went on their way, probably just inspecting how much work was done on the temple. "It is not hard to tell you are upset, it must be hard to leave a place that was of great importance to yourself, bearing such significance", she turned back around to face the temple, its walls and roof slowly common undone, like building blocks from a child play set.

"My life was full of moving, never staying in one place for long, constant time and time again I left friends and places of significance behind as my family moved around the galaxy, though used to it by now, I can understand the pane of pain one must feel". "On the bright side, this will ensure the orders remains alive, though I fear for the worlds that where under our rule... I doubt the Sith will just forget about this war, I have a bad feeling planets around Voss may become targets for their blood thirsty anger".

[member="Douglas Starwind"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Unlike most of the Jedi currently on Voss, Audren was not working. He was not packing, was not directing others. Technically, he probably didn't even need to be here. Much of his equipment traveled with him, what had been stored at the Temple was but a duffel's worth of clothing and personal care items, used to make himself presentable at formal occasions. Nothing that couldn't have been packed by a droid, or even left behind. Such was not the polite thing to do however.

The Silver Jedi were moving.

The Sephi hadn't precisely distanced himself from the Silver Jedi. There had been no proclamations, no quarrels with other members, not even an expressed opinion. He just had focused his attentions elsewhere. He'd been present at the initial portion of the attack on Ossus, then not for any of the following actions. Not during the assault on Mirial even. He had taken part on the strike against the Collective, at a place he'd only later learned was called Tartarus. That had not been a Silver Jedi operation however.

Even with the distance, he'd heard about the move. From Voss to Kashyyyk, and with most if not all of the territory moving with it. Potentially a smart tactical move: the territory would be closer to potential allies and further from the fast-moving Sith. Though he was no longer on the inner circle, if he'd ever been, he was under the impression that the territory would be smaller as well, and thus with a higher concentration of defenders. On the other hand, they were also moving closer to another enemy that had attacked previously. They were also leaving behind or scuttling existing hardpoints, defenses, and detection nets that had been in place years before he'd even been aware of his Force potential. No doubt what could be moved would, but it was impossible to get everything.

In spite of the time spent on the planet, at the Temple, the Master carried no feelings about the loss. It was just a place he'd been. Once a primary residence, a place of learning, but there was no emotional connection. There was none of the emotional investment of it being a home. Nor had he ever led here, so there was none of that connection. What had once been an academy or school had become a waypoint.

But he was not here for the move. The rest of the Assembly and others had that well in hand. He had come to formalize an office for Ceredir in light of the withdrawal. The Jedi wondered if the leadership realized what leaving would do economically to the system, as well as many others that had been hotbeds of Silver Jedi activity. Voss had become the capital for a galactic power and a major military stronghold. Infrastructure had been built up to support those functions, jobs specifically centered around the industries. With the departure of the Jedi and the corresponding loss of key personnel, jobs types that support such areas would collapse. If they were smart about it, the Mystics could stave off the collapse for a time. Yet there would inevitably be too many sentients for too few jobs, not nearly as much trade going around. Some systems had the resources to recover, many others would not.

Hopefully military defenses had also been thought about. He thought it likely that potential enemies would swoop into the newly-independent systems in a quick bid to secure additional territory. Before, incursions would have been responded to with appropriate force. Now there would be no such response: the systems were on their own. Even if starships and forces were donated to the systems in question, the numbers would be far smaller than what the Silver Jedi could have fielded. None of this was his concern any longer however. It was that of those leading the Order and the leadership of the systems in question. All he had to watch for were the business opportunities.

He hadn't stuck around long, there hadn't been a need. Immediately upon arriving he'd met with landlords and worked the business side of things. Once that had concluded he'd made his way into the Temple as one of the hundreds of people in anonymous civilian clothing to gather his few items, then back out the doors. He hadn't stopped to reminisce, no stopping for a meal in town. Just a person with a duffel bag walking to his ship at the Voss'ka spaceport.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Inside her bunk, Roona sat perched on the edge of her bed. Her hands gripped the edge slightly, seemingly stuck between choosing to sit or stand. Finally pushing herself up, she turned to look at the sparse room. It had never really been decorated; her short time here had never really allowed her enough time to really feel at home. Unlike many of her comrades, she had not yet formed an attachment to Voss. However, she did know what it was like to leave home unexpectedly. In the days that had followed the Silver Jedi’s loss at Ossus, the Ysannan woman had seen many of her people off their home world. Their tribes had always been considered the protectors of the planet, but no longer.

It had left her feeling hollow for a time.

But now, she would go where the Jedi went. Though she was no longer a guardian of Ossus, she knew that she could carry on her duties to the Silver Jedi – wherever they came to settle. It was this sense of duty that moved her forward. Even though this place held very few memories for her, Roona recognized that many of her fellow Rangers had been through much more than she. One such man was Colonel Calderon. Roona still recalled seeing him on the airfield after their return from Mirial. She remembered the sullen lines of his face that day. Of course, she had heard the news about General Yune. Though Roona had not met the woman, she knew that the Colonel had been close to her.

She slung a large tote over her shoulder, and gripped the straps of her duffel bag. As she walked the halls, there were many present. The corridor was bustling with men and women on their way out to the cantina or already taking to the air for the journey to Kashyyyk. Roona had decided that she would not linger in this place, but her boots came to a halt outside the Colonel’s quarters. A fellow soldier had just made his exit, and Roona peered inside.

There she spotted Valkren tossing something aside. Sharp sea-green eyes caught the discarded item and identified it as an empty pack of cigarettes. Her head cocked to the side.

“Smoking is a very bad habit, sir.” Roona announced her presence, and then strode into the room. Reaching into the pocket of her jacket, she produced a pack that was half full. She plucked one out for herself and then held the pack out towards Valkren, her deadpan expression broke into a small smirk.

“Got a light?”

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Doug scratched the back of his head. "Oh... Uh. I think I heard someone say it somewhere before." He said in regards to actually saying Sky'ito's name correctly. He didn't quite remember how he got the exact pronunciation, but he did like to be polite and knowing of these things. It was simply in his nature.

The topic of her name was a short-lived one as Sky'ito had quickly noticed that Doug wasn't doing a very good job at hiding a familiar feeling of sadness regarding... Leaving behind a home. Doug glanced over at the Temple as well, the process of it being taken down continuing on without much of a break.

Doug sighed when Sky'ito was done speaking about her own experiences. "Yeah... I... I know... The last time I had to do something like this was many years ago when I was first taken in to become a Jedi... It hurt then given that I... Had to leave my family behind... I have no regrets about what I'm doing with myself, but sometimes I worry about them... I know why the Order has to do this given the troubles it's been through lately, but as you say, I worry for Voss and the other planets in this area... Even with us gone, the Dark Side is a violent, fickle thing... I fear Its practitioners wouldn't care about our presence either way..." Doug responded to her, his teeth gritting slightly, but he hoped she didn't notice.

There was a pained sound to his voice talking about his troubles, but it also felt a bit nice to let it out regardless... He didn't usually mention these thoughts to many people, but he felt almost obligated to after Sky'ito mentioned her own experiences. He knew he was going to follow the Silver Jedi wherever it went even if it did hurt for awhile...

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

"No Stephanie, I shall not be coming with you all. I will visit however, to see what great progress you will be making and of that I have no doubt", she answered her bluntly, there was no point flowering the words but she would not speak for her husband, whatever choice he would make Coci would support it and him. She was greatly pleased to know Stephanie would take a part of Voss with them, not just the Temple and all the Silver Jedi.

There was nothing here on Voss for her to pack, most of which already moved when she had stepped down from Master of the Order and returned to Midvinter, everything she possessed was already of the Oathkeeper and waiting for Thurion and herself. There would be no telling if she would return to Voss, certainly not in the near future but the force may have other plans for her and she would leave it to providence.

"Many will take different paths from their journey from Voss, even if they travel with you to your new home. And some may not, however each much find what their purpose is from this, if they have one, and the change may provide those that don't with one". And change is as good as a holiday they say, fresh places new ideas, adventures and tests will face them now. She envied them that much, but now as age claims her, she no longer has the ability to embrace is fully.

But Coci's future is not one that will leave her idol, nor without purpose, in fact she is looking forward to it, what lay ahead from her and Thurion, and their family. Everyone will face dangers in the coming years, it is inevitable .. but how the Silver Jedi will prosper from them, learn from them, only time will tell.

The time had come for her to find her husband, "Walk with me back to the Temple", she turned and started the short journey across the lawns.

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[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

She rubbed her chin a bit, perhaps one of the Astrian Jedi had mentioned it before, but that did not matter, though it was nice to hear people say it properly. She stood still as Dogulas continued with his own subject, relating his experience of leaving family and coming here, each time she pauses Sukai felt like he was about to cry, though physical wound may heal, mental ones did not, at the best scars where left behind, but very few really recovered from them. "I am sorry you did not get to live with your family... despite my own trials and problems, both from the Sith and others, I have always had my family to support me, even if they are sometimes a little. odd".

"As for those planets we leave behind, hopefully others will take our place, perhaps others sill arises out of the darkness to protect those who cannot protect themselves.... but I just know that many more will die before the Sith turn their attention onto someone else. Would this be more than if they continued the war against us? or will it just be as bad? either way it was inevitable, we can only pray the Sith turn on each other once their common enemy, us, are gone". Sukai did not really notice his facial expression, but there was a slight anger in his voice, it was hard for Jedi currently, so much dead, so much killing, those that would commit such acts just because of differing ideology, not caring about what they do so long as victory is achieved.

"Just remember the living force and that balance is necessary the Sith can never fully take over, and if they try the force will restore balance through turning them against one another, and when that happens, the Silver Jedi can once again grow, we can learn from our mistakes and bring balance to the galaxy with controlled darkness so the Sith can never again resurface". She gave a weak smile hopefully giving the padawan some form of hope.

[member="Douglas Starwind"]

 

[Saki]

[member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

"You two are strange." The jedi master stood there and held over one shoulder her case of equipment. THe Mutakai trained jedi master stood with her hair freshly shaved, her heavy beskar saber and stun rod on her hips in a twin sheath. Armored pants and boots but a thin skylar crop top that left the tattoo's visible. Eyes starring forward as she had stopped to overhear them speaking but also leading the way through th temple for a few of the others. She was still one of the youngest masters within the order having gained her experience and talents in the wars against the one sith and thanks to Darron she had worked to master and protect herself from the dangers of vaapad.

She remained there and she was letting the force radiate off of herself. Setting the case down as its weight remained there keeping it from moving. Her arms crossing over her chest with the ultra heavy plated gauntlets, shockwave rods visible as she could use the fists of fabula one fo the only other matakai's she had seen offworld in the galaxy to smash through the stone temples. "I wouldn't worry about what happens after here padawans, you haven't seen what the tech division of the jedi can do with abandoned temples or what the artisan's will be able to do now that they won't have to work with people in here."

Her muscled arms showed veins like thick cords under the skin. The scars and tattoo's there going to her neck and then the back of her head. She might have been Hapen and tall, skinny for the most part with the cheekbones but she wasn't afraid to have scars and signs of her capabilities in combat. Stepping forward with one fo the heavily weighted training boots letting it crunch itno the temple floor and make small cracks webbing outwards under the strain. "Now come on, you dont want to get left behind here, we should have plenty fo room on your transports to the ships."

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Doug took a deep breath. "Oh... I did grow up with my family. My mother and father. I wasn't brought into the Order until around... 4 years ago at this point I believe. A bit of a long story in that area. It may not seem very long compared to my actual upbringing, but... I haven't really gotten many opportunities to go back home and check on them and sometimes it does... Bother me a bit." He said, elaborating a bit, but not getting into some of the finer details regarding how Master DragonsFlame brought him under his tutelage.

Once he had spoken, it seemed that Sky'ito had more to say and he listened politely. He turned back towards her as he did, having put on a more neutral expression again. He raised an arm and scratched his chin. There was a reassuring and hopeful tone to her voice regarding the balance of the Force, others rising up to stand against the Dark Side in the Order's place once they're gone, and the likely inevitability of the Sith merely turning against each other. He wouldn't be surprised at these turn of events, but he was still uncertain regardless.

In the end though, the words and... A smile... It did give him a small sense of assurance about what was going on. He rubbed the back of his neck and ended up smiling back almost on instinct. "Of course... You certainly have the right idea there. Once the Order can regroup and get our bearings back together... We... We'll probably be fine..." He said, his tone of voice sounding a bit more chipper despite some lingering uncertainty. "... So..." He began to speak further, but then was interrupted by the arrival of an unfamiliar voice calling the two... Strange. He felt a strong presence in the Force and he turned to see who it was emanating from. A woman with a shaved head, standing at around the same height as Doug. "Oh, uh..." He uttered nervously, but decided to allow her to speak.

Doug crossed his arms and listened. It was more reassurance regarding what would happen once the Order had cleared out from Voss, but he had also taken note of the woman's appearance... Barring the shaved head, she also appeared to be muscular with prominent veins on her arms and she was heavily tattooed as well. A rather... Powerful appearance. She was not a novice here by any means. Once she was done speaking and noted that it might be time to get to the transports to the ships, Doug nodded slowly. "Right. Of course... I suppose it is no good standing around here at this point..." He replied, glancing over at Sky'ito again.

[member="Saki"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Negotiate the transition of power
Location: Voss-ka

So it really was a win-win for the Voss... if the description is accurate, the burden of capital status was a drain on the locals' finances, and it was a non-trivial drain in the Voss' budget. True, some wanted a more responsible management of the planet's finances, and it was obvious that the planet could not afford to house an entire sector's worth of armed forces without any significant contributions from other nearby planets in the Corporate Sector Authority region. In comparison, said Sector was lightly defended. That said, unlike what some introductory economics textbooks would indicate, not every government expenditure was good, or at least not to the same extent. So, for the first few years, it would be best to start reimbursing the public debt; only a handful among the Silver Jedi knew anything about how a planet's public finances contributed to the greater good of its residents. It was, well, understandable since most Jedi considered that role as outside of their scope or jurisdiction.

"For the first year or two, to absorb the shock our departure will cause, it might be best to not squander any savings and start reimbursing the public debt"

"We incurred heavy debt loads to even be able to play host to the capital of the Silver Jedi, especially after the merger with the Levantine Sanctum. Certainly I hope that the Wookiees will be able to shoulder their financial part, but everything will depend on the direction in which the Silver Jedi will expand. That being said, we should be mindful of good governance, which, unfortunately, mostly meant disaster relief and public security for Jedi other than you"

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie didn't say anything, or react. Slowly, a frown knotted and her skin crawled.

"Oh...oh, I see. Yes, yes I will walk, of course."

She looked over to the peach trees by the edge of the garden and made a mental note to return and take a snipping, and some soil, to carry to their new home. Right now, she was afraid and a wave of guilt hit her. It was like she was being reprimanded - walking the walk beside a founder of the Silver Jedi Order itself. Her. Stephanie Swail. A Padawan. A young Jedi who had fled once before and the botched result of a Republic experiment. Now she felt she had helped tear Coci away.

If she hadn't been involved with Master [member="Valae Kitra"] then maybe she wouldn't have been part of the discussion into the move? Into the bold step away from Voss to preserve the Order and avoid war?

"I am so sorry," she muttered. "I can't help thinking we've done the wrong thing when you say it like that. If we lose some of our own, then we lose the strength of the beacon you shone many years before. If hope it lost, then we will have no chance. You can't go."

The young woman finally looked up to [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and took in her features so close - the colour of her hair, her sharp, pretty features, her tiny tiny kisses of battles and wars on her flesh from years gone by. A true Master of the Force.

"Coc - Master, please, we can't lose you. We can't lose your guidance, or Thur - Master Heavenshields. We need you." Her chest felt tight. "And you can't leave! When will you help me and teach me things you know and have learnt over the years?"

A frustrated sigh left her nostrils and she rubbed her fingers together.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai gave Douglass a slightly 'whoops' look, "That may be true, but even if you where with your family you still needed to leave them coming here, my own brother also serves as a member of the Silver Jedi now, and I was always able to stay in contact with them, but I guess that's enough private talk for now". She was not to certain on how the Silver Jedi operated with family stuff, it was a known fact the unlike the original order, attachments where allowed to some extent, several jedi having relationship and family members allowed to join the order and serve along side their relative, but it seemed that they needed to be force sensitive or at lest willing to live under the Orders principals. Maybe his parents did not fit the requirements, or had more important things to take care of.

Though she was partially glad that her speech gave some reassurance, and even if it felt like a far off thing Sukai had confidence in its a ability, the Jedi had recovered from worst, if a purge, executed by a scheming Sith lord could not defeat the Jedi, then they would be able to come back stronger from this. She to was about to continued the conversation when a voice came from behind, one accommodated with a powerful force presence, turning around Sukai spotted the odd looking woman shaved head and strange attire, looking like a swoop bike racer then a Jedi, but then again, everyone had their own looks and feel.

'Us strange, two people just talking casually about the future of the order is strange"? Sukai mentally shrugged to herself, she had received weirder statements before, turning attention back to Douglas, "I guess so, standing around talking will not make the temple disassemble any faster, I hear we are moving the the Wookie planet, that will be interesting, been a while since my last visit there".

[member="Saki"] l [member="Douglas Starwind"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic watched, pleased that people shifted into gear. Boxes of their knowledge were being safely stored away. As he oversaw the packing of their records, he felt a presence strange to him. Someone who he did not recognise as bejng part of the SJO. As the woman approached, Yuroic fixed his gaze on her. His body only held up by his wooden crutch as he attempted to understand her presence here.

"Yes, I was going to see to that myself... Well at least best I could. Some of the artifacts are too dangerous or alluring for Padawans or non-Force Users to handle. Thank you, but be careful, like I said those artifacts can be dangerous in the wrong hands. I don't know who you are or why you are here but thank you for helping us move." Yuroic made noted to keep an eye on her, the unknown enemy normally more deadly than the known. His eyes turned to some Padawans packing and grumbled.

"No! You pack them in their order of importance not just willy-nilly. If I had my two hands would slap the both of ya around the head." His voice aged him, he was now feeling a man three times his own age. More an elder in their sixties or seventies than a young man in his early twenties.

[member="Amilthi Camlenn"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k3lXntkdNQ​

Thurion returned the embrace, hoping he could offer some comfort to his old apprentice and ease her mind. "The success of the Silvers were never because of me. It cannot be attributed to any one man or woman, but to the order as a whole. The order still stands, and so long as the order still stands they will bring peace and prosperity wherever their path takes them. I know it to be true," he assured her before pulling back slightly to look down into her eyes with a smile. "Because you shall lead them, Valae."

Looking over her shoulder, the appearance of [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] ended their embrace with Thurion allowing the two a moment to interact. His gaze turned to the window once more to see [member="Coci Heavenshield"] converse with [member="Stephanie Swail"], the eager and outspoken padawan of Valae's, before beginning their walk back towards the temple. With but a thought he knew it was getting time for them both to leave Voss, perhaps never to see it or its people again. Time would tell.

"Josh," he offered a casual nod to the Jedi Master once their hug came to a close. "I take it you will be joining them in settling on Kashyyyk? The order could use an experienced master such as yourself."

Taking one last look about the place, Thurion nodded to himself. "Well, I think I better take my leave of you both. There is still much for you to do, after all." He began to make towards the exit. "Ah," he caught himself and stopped halfway, rummaging through his pockets before producing a small square box. "Almost forgot the reason I came here in the first place!"

Stepping towards Valae, Thurion presented her with the box small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. "I've been meaning to offer you this for some time, but the occasion never seemed right. Suppose there is no better time than now. Go ahead, open it!" Within it she would find a brooch depicting the mighty lion of Midvinter - heraldry of House Heavenshield - cast in silver. Giving her time to study its fine craftmanship, Thurion placed his hands upon her shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"I would never hope to take the place of your father, Val; Atticus will always be a part of you in a way I can never be," he told her, now cupping her cheeks with a gentle touch. "But you are also a Heavenshield, from this day until your last. Our home and hearth shall ever be open to you." Leaning forward, he placed a tender kiss upon her forehead. She was as precious to him as his own flesh and blood. "Safe journey to you, Grandmaster Heavenshield," he wished her well with a bow of his head.

[member="Valae Kitra"]​

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

"There is always change it is a constant. Don't be so somber Stephanie I will only be a hyperjump away and you will be welcome to Midvinter wherever you wish to visit for that is where I will be and I will visit you on Kashyyyk and come see what you all have achieved". She turned and stopped them walking for just a moment at the base of the steps leading up to what was left of the Temple.

"The torch that leads the way of the Silver Jedi has been passed on to the likes of Valae and her leaders, and you and all the fresh young Jedi that now form up the Order, there will always be a place for the guardians of you all, we will never be far away nor will our guidance should you require it of us", they had made the right choice, this move would do nothing if not strengthen them and the world without strong Jedi was not worth considering. "New horizons and new adventures, and a time to bring change not only for yourselves but for others that need you now".

Her arm moved over Stephanie's shoulders as she turned once more to walk up the steps, she could sense Thurion within the walls and approaching and they would go to the Oathkeeper soon enough. "As for training the Silver Jedi? there are many within the Order most capable of this, and one day you will be that leader the Silver Jedi needs, that is a certain. Never forget your path, always be true to the light. Only the strongest of Jedi can do this, and you are strong".

Once inside the main entrance, which now stood bare but still as radiant as the day it's foundations had been set. A smile crossed her face as Coci looked up into the high ceiling, "Lots of history written on the very marble of his place which will remain on it forever, but now comes a new chapter and the new generation of Silver Jedi, it's author, write it hard and write it strong". Her head tilted down to look into Stephanie's eyes. Enough of the words, the time to say good bye .. for now, had arrived.

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[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]​

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Doug nodded towards Sky'ito. "A brother, eh? " Doug said quietly, scratching his chin. He wondered if he'd end up meeting this brother through his ongoing journey as a Jedi. He never had any actual siblings growing up, but it did sort of feel like he had some now with the circle of Padawans that his Master amassed over the past few years. Mainly Dusaro, who almost felt like an older brother of sorts. An odd thought, but not exactly unfounded either. They were a designated duo after all. It was not like the days of old indeed. These sorts of attachments were generally welcome in these current days. Heck, Josh was married now and Doug was even invited to the wedding around two years ago now alongside some of the others.

After Saki had approached and spoken to the two for a moment, it seems Doug could resume speaking to Sky'ito a little. "Ah yes, I've heard a bit about... Kashyyyk it's called I believe. I've never visited it before. It's never come up in anything I've done as a Jedi so far... I'm certainly gonna have to get myself cozy there soon... Heh..." Doug replied with a small quip.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai nodded, "Yes a brother, a year younger then me, but we look very much alike, almost confused to be twins, though his eye colour is different, so when you meet him, prepared to be surprised by his... looks as well as... speech and clothing, its kind of odd, but hes a good brother, despite the way he acts". Even though family was important, the Order was to, and forming a close bond with others here would be vital to progressing, and extend the family in a mental and spiritual sense. For the most part the person she hared the closet bond with, that was not a blood relative was Padawan Dusaro, the Echani hybrid and her becoming close recently, meeting in a hospital of all places, forming a partnership, due to some personal circumstances.

"Might not want to get to cozy, Kashyyk is not the coolest place in the galaxy, tropical forest and beaches as far as the eye can see, I know first hand, visiting the place a few time... but enough talk, I guess its time we boarded a transport, don't want to be left behind". She turned to [member="Saki"], still intrigued by the woman outfit and looks, "I am sorry, I have yet to know you name or be introduced properly, I am Sukai'ito Yumi".

[member="Douglas Starwind"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

As always, the calm words of her Master did wonders to reinforce her wavering confidence. And she did muster a smile for him. Valae would do her very best to make him proud. Watching as Thurion’s eyes took in the Grandmaster’s office a last time, she drew a deep breath. There was a small sting of sadness as her Master mentioned that it was time to take his leave, but she gave a nod to signal that she understood.

But then, she looked up to see that Thurion was offering her a small box.

With wide eyes, she accepted the gift and gently lifted the lid. Her fingertips clasped the silver brooch inside, and she held it close to her heart. And if there was any chance for dry eyes, it was clearly gone now. Chestnut eyes rose to meet those of her Master, and she basked in every word he spoke.

“Atticus was… Atticus.” She said with a tearful smile. Valae did miss the man, quite a lot. “But if there’s anyone that has earned my respect as a father, it’s you.” She said with a nod, it was very true. “I’ll wear this proudly, and I’ll use the name Heavenshield whenever I come to Midvinter…” She drew in a breath. “Whenever I come… home.”

Beyond the doorway, she could just make out the figures of Coci and Stephanie. The time to leave was growing near. With a last look of her own, she pushed out a sigh. Glancing over to [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], she motioned for him to follow her out.

One door closed, it was the end of an era…

[member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Doug rubbed the back of his head. He always seemed to fidget around a bit while standing, huh? Sky'ito's brother apparently looked a lot like her. That must lead to some... Interesting exchanges to put it kindly. "Well, I'd hope your brother would be a good one..." He'd quip somewhat again.

The thought of Kashyyyk being a planet full of forests, beaches, and not exactly being cool... It almost reminded him of home... Except with actual fauna instead of sand, sand, and more sand. "Ah, so not quite as mild as Voss... Given where I grew up, it shouldn't be too bad in theory..." He said to Sky'ito's remarks about Kashyyyk, again going and scratching his chin a bit. He simply nodded a bit at the remark to get to the transports before he looked back towards Saki, who maybe was still somewhere near them. "Forgive me for turning away for a moment. I suppose I should introduce myself as well. Doug Starwind." He said in that usual polite manner of his.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Saki"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valk looked back over his shoulder once more, almost shocked to see [member="Roona Osmari"] standing there over his shoulder. The presence of the 'green' special operations ranger actually seemed to relieve some stress from the colonel's overall mood. He began to roll his eyes at the sergeant's next statement about his habit. If Valkren had ever decided to start counting the amount of times his friends or loved ones told him that his habit was extremely toxic for his health, he'd probably lose count within a week. However Valk always had always assumed if a bullet or shrapnel hadn't killed him yet, how would the measly thing possible hurt him?

Valkren's facial expression almost did a one-eighty as he turned in his office-style chair to look at the pack of cigarettes that Roona had produced from her duffle, digging into his own pocket soon after to produce his lighter. He'd offer it up to Echo, his chair turned fully in the direction of the ranger before him.

His lips seemed to want to crack into a smile while he glanced up at her.

"Favorite type, too." Valkren stated, nodding to the cigarettes she held.

Something about Roona's presence made the colonel ease up alittle, relax. Yet, still stay on edge somehow. It was like being around her boosted his overall set of skills while making him feel as if he was in the right place. It was a feeling that he carried often throughout combat when his teammates are close, yet..He never had the same feeling when not being shot at.

That is, until now.

"Ready for the move?" He questioned, before getting up and moving to the sheetless-bunk across from his make-shift desk area. As he took his seat, he'd motion to the office chair he just left, offering her a seat if she wanted it. If they were about to smoke these cigarettes in his room, he'd probably ruin the mattress below him with ash and embers. Who cared, though? It wasn't like anyone else was coming back here.