To Lay a Foundation [OSL]

[Viviana]

[member="Ronin Wendigo"] 's approach didn't go unnoticed by the large being. While most seemed to take a wide berth to avoid the ursa being, one of the humans came right for him. A frown turned to a curious perk of a brow. He made no move towards the stranger, but he did take notice of the spirits reactions to the man. Just like another he had met, they seemed to favor him. Perhaps he was a Jedi?

"I learned the Jedi are here, and I was hoping to assist them with their endevors. But, I don't know where they are. Perhaps you do?"

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[member="Elisea Korrado"] [member="Saint Monica"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] @HK-36 @Solana Murphy [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] @Malok @Andy Khor [member="Faith Highwind"] [member="Bethany Kismet"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Word spread of a place called Monastery, where a new order planted its roots. The Order of the Sacred Lotus it was called, but all Kaalia knew about them was that they sought peace. Something Kaalia didn't have. Peace. Her mind was one of eternal turmoil, the Light and Dark pulling in their own direction, almost tearing her mind apart. The Light called upon her compassion and empathy, while the Dark attempted to seduce her with power, so she could control her destiny fully. After the war on Kaeshana this struggle only worsened. She had to kill, but didn't want to. She swore to protect Lynn, who got caught in the crossfire, but couldn't prevent her death. The extreme emotions that overcame her left its mark, tears forming in her eyes at times, even now. The memories haunted her, and Kaalia desperately hoped this place would bring her solace. The Ren had no idea she was here, as the woman made sure there was no trace to follow.

Wearing a simple robe and donning a hood, the redhead followed the path that lead up, trekking through a beautiful mountain range. The view eased her mind a little, and the young woman hummed a quiet melody. She wiped the few tears that formed earlier away. Lost in thought, wondering if anyone else heard of this place and decided to investigate, Kaalia walked in a calm but steady pace.

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[member="Elisea Korrado"] [member="Saint Monica"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member='HK-36'] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Malok"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Faith Highwind"] [member="Bethany Kismet"]

 

[Elijah Beckett]

There was a sudden sputter and groan of a ship engine as a moderately sized, nondescript transport flew down towards one of the landing pads. The entire vehicle seemed to buckle and shift as whoever was piloting it tried to smoothly land it. As it finally got close to the ground, it weaved loosely until it was only a few inches from contact, then all of a sudden the engine cut out and it slammed down onto the ground.

To anyone nearby; able to look into the cockpit of the ship, could see a young man at the pilot's seat as he slumped down into it with a sigh of relief. Then he was up and gone in a second, out of the cockpit and into the depths of the transport. The ship groaned to life again as the docking ramp slowly began to lower down to the ground, and much like the descent; the ship buckled and shook. It was clear as day that it wasn't exactly a state of the art model, the amount of rust was evident of that.

The ramp suddenly stopped leaving nothing but an awkward silence for a minute. A series of inaudible curses echoed out from the transport's interior, before there was a loud bang and the ramp finally finished lowering.

"The ship is a pile of junk, I said this back then and I'll say again now." Elijah's voice almost bellowed out as he led the walk down out of the ship. The man was dressed in his usual civilian clothes.

"Well we still got here in the end, didn't we?" Following him was a younger man, another human with a mop of blond hair tied into a short ponytail

"A part of the ship broke when we left hyperspace, that is not a good thing."

Whatever the young man said in response, Elijah didn't hear it as the rumbling of heavy objects buckled down the loading ramp. It was some constructon machinery, at least enough that could fit in the transport without the entire ship just collapsing under the weight. Once all the equipment was unloaded, a sizable group; ranging across a variety of different races disembarked the transport.

"Alright you lot, follow me. Let's find out where we're needed."

There were a few grumbles and inaudible compliants, but no one refused the order and followed Elijah as he led the way out of the spaceport, pushing and pulling the equipment along.

Elijah groaned, rubbing his temples as he thought back on how he came to this point.

It was some time ago, in the midst of his running and hiding from the Galactic Alliance. He had run into [member="Bethany Kismet"] and during their brief conversation the topic of Monastery and the Order had came up. At the time Elijah had refused the idea, opting to just be on his own; on the run. Eventually though he found himself in the company of a volunteer group; a small gathering of folks that were just generally looking to locally aid anyone in need. It was almost infectious how much Elijah wanted to stick with them, to actually provide help rather than harm. Then he remembered about Monastery, and figured; why not help get this group into helping something much bigger.

And from that, led Elijah and this rag tag of volunteers to the Order of the Sacred Lotus. He had used some old contacts of his to get them a ship; a crap one, but transport none the less. Hopefully the equipment they had managed to scavenge together would be some help. Honestly he wasn't sure how Bethany would react, given how he been blatently dissmissive that time.

After a short trek, the group reached where the most activity seemed to be happening. Elijah looked up at the wall that was in the progress of being built. It surprised him, how many folks were already here helping.

His attention was quickly drawn to a very large mass, unaware said mass was @Malok. It wasn't until he got closer that he identifed Bethany Kismet and so pushed their group in their direction. Some of the group behind him began murmuring at the sight of the ape man.

Elijah blinked several times as he neared the two, his eyes mainly on Malok. It then dawned on him there was more, a whole group of them in fact. He reached for his flask and brought it to his ear, shaking it slightly. It was still mostly full; so what he was seeing was certainly not a result of a drunken illusion. He heard a fit of snickering behind and just sent them a backwards glare to shut it up before placing the flask back on his belt. Once they finally reached Bethany, Elijah halted the group, straightened his posture; albeit with a slight wobble, and held his arms behind his back.

Old habits were hard to kick.

"Miss Kismet, we've come to help wherever possible. I'm sure there's something this rag tag of idiots can do." The idiot term was clearly in jest, a regularly used term amongst the group if the joking 'hooray' that followed from the volunteers was any indication.

Though if anyone saw Elijah's face when that happened, they would've seen a brief look of hurt in his eyes.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

From the edge of the woods, Valae’s eyes were wide with wonder. Her gaze swept over the white stone that was being carefully laid, this had to be the correct spot. Slowly, she began to approach the others that had gathered here, but remained a few steps behind everyone else. Despite the diverse array of individuals, Valae felt encouraged to think that they were all here for the same purpose. It wasn’t long before an inviting voice called out to greet them. Her brown eyes immediately found the source, a rather petite woman. There were few times when Valae actually felt tall, but this was one of them. She noted the white dust that covered delicate hands, and she offered a warm smile in response to the request for assistance.

Without a word or a thought, Valae moved forward and set her belongings down beneath the shade of a tall tree. She had a feeling that there would be plenty of time for introductions, so she wasted no time in taking up a couple of bricks. Valae wasn’t a stranger to hard work or long days, and she did like to feel useful – this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Though her days as a salvager were long past, her hands still held the memories, it was evident in the way the surface of her palms were rough and worn.

While she understood that she could have used the force to aid her in this task, there was something calming and almost meditative about placing the stone into place along the wall. After setting her bricks in place, she absently wiped her hands down the front of her rather tattered clothing. Valae continued this process, only pausing to take a quick break here and there. But it didn’t take long before she was covered in dust, she didn’t even notice – not even the dust that she’d accidentally wiped onto her cheek and forehead.

[member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Faith Highwind"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Saint Monica"] [member="Electroheart"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Elisea Korrado"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[H3xle]

Jolyn hadn't felt at home on Tython anymore. The memories from the One Sith occupation haunted her. No matter how often she meditated, the images came back. She had done well to remain true to herself and her oath as a Jedi during her resistance, but nevertheless, the memories still got to her. Since the fall of the One Sith, she had tried to help rebuild on Tython, ignoring the desire to get away in order to be of a greater help to the people there than she had ever been in the fighting.

Finally, it became too much, and she took her old defender corvette and left. It hadn't been abrupt, she had said good byes and left no project of hers unfinished, but it had still been sudden. She was sure she had left hurt feelings, but she couldn't ignore the need within her to find that center of peace she had known in her earlier life. If finding such would be possible ever again.

While at a waystation, she had heard of a project on the planet of Monastery. Whispers of an Order devoted to peace had galvanized her to find them. Such is how Jolyn came to land her small ship not very far from where the building was happening in a shaded valley. She powered down her ship, and exited. The feel of the place, within the Force, put her at ease in a way that she hadn't felt since before the One Sith.

Garbed in the traditional tunic of a Jedi, and carrying her double bladed lightsaber on her belt as her only weapon, Jolyn moved from the ship into the open air. As sunlight hit her face, she looked up and took a deep breath, unwilling and unable to stop a smile spread across her face. In the short distance, she could hear the sounds of people working as they raised walls and roofs. After her moment of communing with the feel of the planet, Jolyn continued to walk towards them. Her eyes still held the troubles from her mind, the images from the occupation never far away, but she moved with an ease and grace, even though she knew not where she was going.

Only forward.

Jolyn's feet brought her to the center of the activity, and she smiled to those she passed. For the first time since leaving Tython, her hands ached to be building, but she knew that such projects were ever well planned, and a strange interloper just starting to pick things up and place them anywhere could jeopardize the whole build. Feeling out with the Force, Jolyn walked to where one of the purest aura's she had felt in her time as a Jedi stood. She was talking with others, and looked to be in charge.

"Excuse me..." She said from the edge of the conversation, smiling despite the awkwardness. "I apologize if this seems rather...random. May I be able to help here?"




[member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Faith Highwind"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Saint Monica"] [member="Electroheart"] [member="Solana Murphy"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Elisea Korrado"] [member="Elijah Henson"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[000]

[member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Electroheart"] | [member="Saint Monica"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]

It then seemed after getting a somewhat mix looks from some the other gather round them. As he walked over towards the massive being that in the back his mind couldn't shake looked so much like the fluffy cub he'd knew from the temple. Had in a way elicited a sort smirk on his face as he slowly tried gaze up and slightly straining his neck in doing so. As for once the stranger frown slowly slightly turn to what he assumed be curiosity judging from a shift in his brow. At which case take the cue of the stranger staying to meet him where he stood. He could all but let out a slight sigh of relief as he spoke. And was soon in his own way was replied back by the stranger.

"I learned the Jedi are here, and I was hoping to assist them with their endeavors. But, I don't know where they are. Perhaps you do?"

At which time take moment pause thing as he passingly looks about replying back soon after.

" Well heard same here and was figuring do the same given have the time spare. Figured be mighty interesting as well.... meet some these other Jedi outside from different Order for a change? Seeing I'll be dealing with them in long run... I reckon there few them round to....."

He pauses as from the distance ahead he seems to take note of some those in the crowd. Sort sense their presence rather thru the force... with it the subtle difference in some way that with his own eyes he could not. Which seem both intrigued at the same time amazed him seeing that once before. This was not so thought with time spent in the Silvers Temple training with varied Masters as well some the session with the healers. Had seemed help give him a fair different perspective of things from what little he knew back then. At any rate after a moment was taken to settle his sense in the force and not seem rude to the stranger. He turns his attention back to him and with smirk replied.

"....but then again from the look of it maybe be better head over there. Seeing that were quite few them are heading? Care come along with me?"

 

[Alkesh Vizsla]

Kismet? Solana was one of probably many that had come to Monastery with a less-than-clear idea of what or whom she was looking for. Much of her life thus far had consisted of flying under the radar for fear her old owners would somehow find her or simply because she’d really had no idea of where to start.

Trading credits for an apple, she thanked the vendor before turning back to the bright-haired woman. “Bethany Kismet? I’m not sure. But I saw a lot of people moving west all day, so maybe whoever you’re looking for is that way.”

She was about to share her name and a compliment on the woman’s hair color when she noticed the stranger’s apparent dismay at an approaching droid. Solana had missed the bulk of the fight with nature - to her comedic detriment - but the sight combined with her current companion’s reaction made her a little nervous. Raising a brow, she spun the apple in her palm, unwilling to chow down until she was sure she wasn’t going to have to try to protect the populace from a metallic menace.

Not again?
“Maybe we should head that way now, you think?” It was probably too late.

[member="Saint Monica"] | [member="HK-36"]​

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

Aboard the speeder, Elisea gazed out toward the horizon. Her fingers tapping along the armrest. Sitting back in her seat she let her mind flutter for a brief moment or so. The First Imperial Medical Service - she recalled how it made her feel that she had been, and even now, continues to be part of. It was a unique organization that worked with civilians and military - working to bring health and medical services throughout the First Order. The thought of home made her smile, peace - she thought - peace through order. This was always the motto of the First Order and her own personal mantra, although - in her line of work it wasn't always possible.

Counseling services, always frowned upon.

She felt it was a service sorely needed. To counsel, to heal the mind was just as important as the body. Her eyes watched the horizon pass by, and she wondered if through this new Scared Lotus if she could acquire actual medical skills. Elisea had a few to her name, the basic first aid of course - and she had been certified as an emergency responder. Physically, her commanding officer Major Eldrel had been goading the Avalonian into the rescue crews. Elisea wasn't sure she was cut out for it, rescue jumping was not a joke and required - required something more that she did not possess.

The speeder was arriving, and she could see the white stone ahead. It was beautiful, this place - where the Order of the Sacred Lotus had been founded. Truly serene, it brought peace to her mind. Peace. Perhaps peace could be achieved in more than one way she thought to herself as she gathered her belongings.

After she disembarked from the speeder, Elisea with but a single satchel and plain clothing. Put her hand up to shield her eyes from the light. This was a very busy place, and there were many strange creatures. Strange perhaps was not the best word. A humanocentric nation, the First Order did provide education on non-human races, and still - Elisea was in awe. She watched [member="Elijah Henson"] from afar interact with [member="Bethany Kismet"], she stood in observing them and even @Malok. Malok who she did not know by name was certainly hard to miss. "Right put on your brave face and show the galaxy what you're made of." Was the pep talk she gave herself as her hand went to her side.

As it seemed they being the two she seen earlier were engaged in some manner of conversation. Elisea decided it best to explore what would hopefully become a second home. And so the Avalonian began her trek, walking mostly and observing. Immediately she wished she had brought her paint set with her. Monastery was a beautiful world a credit to its nameshake she thought. And as she walked about she noticed [member="Valae Kitra"] rather - she saw a woman, bricks and manual work. Pushing her lips out, Elisea sought to pitch in. Approaching she carefully took off her satchel and set it down beside the other items on the ground. "Mind if I assist you?"

[member="Solana Murphy"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Jolyn Vahr"] | [member="Faith Highwind"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | @Andy Kohr | [member="Saint Monica"] | [member="Electroheart"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]

 

[Viviana]

"I suppose I will. Any help is always welcome. Lead the way, and I will follow." A smile formed on the bears lips, if it could be called a smile. His facial structure doesn't really allow a proper smile, but it would be easy to tell that's what he was attempting. [member="Ronin Wendigo"] was the first friendly face he had seen here, and he hoped it would lead to finding the Jedi, and maybe assisting them.

The hammer that rested on his shoulder was brought down to his side, held near the base of the frozen head. It chilled the air around it, easily noticeable by anyone close enough to it. It was a comfort to the polar bear in such a foreign land.

@Gonna start tagging people for the post, as there's so many here now.

 

[000]

[member="Calder Icehammer"]

"I suppose I will. Any help is always welcome. Lead the way, and I will follow."

The big furry bear replied back to which was seen soon followed by what he assume been a somewhat toothy smile. To which seem to calm and ease his mind knowing that least he'd been doing good so far. Where in he figured things appeared be going well for a change.....as in his mind he least could help to the big fella at the same time had company and wouldn't be alone in the treck up towards the strange circular structure ahead where he assume where all the activity was here. At which case pausing to adjust the small satchel, he had strung onto his back he proceeded to lead the way. And as he did so spoke...while the two walked along side him unsure what he thought of him being that although he was in a way a Jedi Ronin didn't quite look like one clothed way he was.

" Great least we can keep each other company......and oh by the way name Ronin....Ronin Wendigo what your name?"

 

[Viviana]

"Calder Icehammer." He followed behind [member="Ronin Wendigo"] , letting his gaze travel over the landscape. It was a beautiful place, filled with trees. Trees may not seem like a lot to most, but to this Usar, it was everything. There were no trees on Midvinter, no green. No warmth. It was beautiful. "What brings you out here anyway? Did they call for you, or did you just happen to wander here?"

 

[Progflaw99]

The air up here was thinner, though it brought a smile to the man now making his way towards the coordinates indicated on the small datapad hanging from his gear. The man was clad in pretty standard getup for a rock climber, a climbing harness bound tightly to the lightweight pack strapped to his back. His clothes were made of rough fabric, durable but breatheable - the rip-stop fabric providing him comfort and mobility. Taking a breath and stepping off from his temporary respite he could almost see the top of the ridge ahead, just beyond the valley where the project was to take place.

Artyom Kirilov had been travelling for a solid 45 minutes, his breathing elevated as he pushed himself onward. Perspiration beaded across his forehead, wiped away by a quick brush of his hand. Artyom, or 'Art' as his friends called him, was in pretty good shape and even then he still felt the burn as his muscles expanded and contracted - just one of the effects of the lower oxygen content at this altitude. A wide grin crossed his features, this is when he truly felt alive, out here in the middle of nowhere, walking, climbing, hiking - even the air tasted cleaner out here away from the hubbub of recycled oxygen aboard a space station like he grew up on or the bustling metropolis. He felt the soft crunch of rock beneath his hiking boots as he approached the the last stretch before he would reach the rocky outcropping that overlooked the valley in question. He'd seen vessels soar across the landscape during his trek to the coordinates though they were far off, no telling if they were in fact others headed for his destination, only time would tell.

Looking up as he ascended the final few meters to the very peak of the outcroppings overlooking the valley he was overcome, his breath catching in his chest. The view was... rewarding. From where he stood he could see across the entirety of the valley clear across to the far side of the mountains. The lush greens of the forest coupled with the subtle slate of the mountains beyond, bracketed by the blue tones of the sky - it all complemented the crisp chill in the air. Retrieving a small micro-camera from a small pouch on his rig, Artyom aimed the device out over the landscape, snapping a few quick pictures before replacing it and securing the pouch. Now came the fun part. Taking a knee, he let the canvas and nylon pack slide from his shoulder, a quiet rattle as the carabiners bumped into each other, the climbing harness being wrapped around the Doctor's waist. Gently tugging at the straps he cinched the loops around his legs and belt. Satisfied at the fit, he dug into the pack he'd brought, removing a large bundle of high tensile fiber rope - surprisingly light for its size. Within minutes he'd tied himself in and set an anchor in the rock, ready for the descent to the valley surface. It would be an enjoyable experience, the abseil allowing him a commanding view of the landscape as well a small adrenaline rush - he never complained about that.

Gently stepping backwards towards the edge of the cliff, Art pushed his weight forward onto his toes, his heels jutting out over the drop - a grin creasing his cheeks. Slowly he lowered himself, the gloves he'd donned a decent protection against any sort of fiber burn he might encounter if he were to descent abnormally quickly and be forced to grasp the rope directly. Instead however, he reached up with his left hand, guiding the rope as he put his weight on it, his right hand grasping the rope tightly at an angle to allow the rope to pass through his belay device, and with a gentle push he was off. Bouncing down the face of the cliff, he would pause every ten meters or so to adjust and observe his surroundings. So far the anchor had proven solid, no wobbles or indication of false footing - he wasn't exactly an amateur. Several times during his descent he let himself drop just a bit too quickly, his weight causing the straps to pinch uncomfortably but in the end it was a minor inconvenience for the thrill. Art had always been something of a thrill seeker, in fact that was in part what had struck him about this endeavor. Medics, Doctors, they all swore oaths upon their inception as such - of course they all differed slightly but the overarching theme was to help, not harm. The advertisement suggested that there might be a position for him there, a place where he could help heal the wounds he'd witnessed first hand during his time with the First Order. Perhaps he could give back to those people who had no where else to go, who hadn't asked for the wars of the galaxy but instead just struggled to survive.

He made good progress, almost 2/3rds of the way down the face he stopped once more, locking himself in place on the rope. He could see the work had already begun, walls, construction, even large containers no doubt holding more construction materials littered the small area no more than 200 meters from where he would touch down in the valley. Reaching up with a free hand, he removed a small flask from his left breast pocket, knocking back a swig of amber liquid before replacing the cap and tucking it safely away again. With a quick adjustment of his orange colored climbing helmet, he once more began his descent, soon he would be feet down on the valley floor.

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[member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Elisea Korrado"] | [member="Viktoria Kess"] | [member="Saint Monica"] | [member="HK-36"] ​

[member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Solana Murphy"] | [member="Electroheart"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]​

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Faith Highwind"] | [member="Andy Khor"]r | [member="Malok"]​

 

[HK-36]

[member="Solana Murphy"], [member="Saint Monica"],

Sometimes HK had better days when he did everything right, saved some innocent, had people call him grandeur titles, maybe raised a fortress or two in his name, and then he had worse days. This was one of the worse days.

Eventually machine gave in into the single tree he was apparently having difficulty dealing with, getting slapped by its limbs to the ground before rolling down the hill towards where Monica and Solana were with a string of very colorful curses,

"Every fething week, I swear chit on a nerf herder, I am getting tired of this Sith happening to me."

Tumble-tumble-tumble,

His cloak wrapped around him on his way down to make him look like some sort of a black eggroll or hyper-burrito before he stopped near their feet,

"Oh hello Ka- Monica, I did not see you there."

That was a lie, still the machine knew her from their old Protectorate days, by another name and had no reason to really be hostile towards her so Solana did not had to worry, after all he was not there to harass the peacock but simply took interest in Kismet's group, the fact that he got a chance to irritate Monica a bit was just a bonus,

"You look good, like always, how have you been?"

HK asked as he unwrapped the cloak from around himself and pushed himself up to stand in his tall almost skeletal form,

"I am guessing you are looking for the same person as I am, if so then you are in luck because I know where to find her."

The droid contorted his six-fingered hands into two finger-pistols, pointing them towards Monica as he spoke, to be fair Bethany wasn't that far away, just around the corner more or less, the two of them would probably be able to find her soon enough without the droid's help.

"And who is your friend?"

HK looked over to Solana, the glow of his red eyes would wash over her as his face shifted to settle towards her, the organic looking layer that covered his head like a helmet would recede , shrinking back beneath the cloak to reveal silver-grey Phrik faceplate of the old droid.

"That is a lot of hair on your head."

 

[Garza]

There were days when I would want to be on a field. Duking it out between other fleshly targets. Moving about them with my jump pack like a fly around a horse. Can't be hit. Bugging the chit out of them, and then make them go ape when I went up their proverbial nose. No clue where my mind was going with this at this point, But I could see various ships coming into and leaving the docking ports on this planet. I had heard through the grapevine about a new sprouting faction that was rising to come to the aid of others.

Honestly, I was not one for actual factions, or military powers that were rising to claim victory on the galactic map. I had no need to put myself into these people's pockets. What I did do, is join a cause to prevent people from dying so often. Wars killed more than just soldiers. I couldn't save everybody, but the purpose was to help save all that I could. Why? because some people wanted to live just a little bit longer.

Truth be told, I would outlive every person here. Sitting in my ship, My two companions were an astromech droid, and an old HK unit. Even they would rust and become dust before I would even begin to slow. Shrugging to myself, I moved over to the "captain's quarters" and grabbed a few of my weapons and gear. Honestly, it was just to make sure I was armed up.

With so many people here, it was considered a soft target. And people could hit it out of nowhere if they wanted to send a message. So I was prepared to fight for this place even if I wasn't even a part of them yet. Sliding on my helmet over the smooth dome of my metallic head, I moved over to the hatch as our ship was landing down into one of the landing bays. The ZX light freighter touching down as the ramp opened.

Stepping out into the bay, I could see various people offering services to one another, or performing their jobs and tasks with setting everything up. Walking past most of them, I wanted to be able to talk to someone in charge. Maybe get directions for me. Considering I had a freighter, I could carry people, or gear back and forth if need be. Maybe physically lend a hand to help out with setting stuff up.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

"Thought you said you didn't want me talking, after the indigo incident." Sardun responded with a smirk, before winking to Terrano and putting down the boulder he had been carrying.

They made a strange threesome.

Beth, the peaceful mediator and healer, some reason she brought the best out of all of them. Besides, Zenoma Sekot had been one with her for the longest of times. That made her a curiosity to him, especially to him after all he had been through at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong.

Then you had Hal. The archivist, that man knew more about a random pebble on this planet's hill, than Sardun knew about the history of the Republic and Michael wasn't an idiot by any stretch of the imagination. It was simply that Hal knew, he had accumulated knowledge like Sardun had gathered up scars.

Sardun then. He was the warrior, which usually pushed him in a leading position. But here? Here he was the lonesome voice, a weary man seeing good people trying to build something good.

When his hands were only good for one thing.

Didn't mean the Jedi Master wouldn't try though.

"Alright, Hal, let's go. You can do most of the talking, I am just gonna brood over your shoulder."

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[member="Faith Highwind"] | [member="Andy Khor"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Saint Monica"] | [member="Electroheart"] | [member="Solana Murphy"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Viktoria Kess"] | [member="Hal Terrano"] | [member="Elisea Korrado"]

 

[000]

[member="Calder Icehammer"]

"Calder Icehammer."

The bear of a being spoke in return to which Ronin nods and try his best keep up to Calders somewhat larger strides. As he taking bit of the scenery in spoke back.

"Well be nice meeting you there Calder Icehammer...and well as to what brings me here is not so much being called here as it is just happening to be here . See figured would go off on my own for bit.... i'll check the place out and maybe lend a hand or two.....not that the Master back in Temple was in reckon would mind...... "

It was then as the pair walked onward and he too began wander take in more of the sight that ahead he could help. Note how a crowd seem be forming at one the structured Temple wall of sort. Of which ahead was couple other beings some which as far he could tell were no doubt jedi while others were a bit harder to tell. As like him they were seem clothed in civilian or ordinary garbs.

 

[Viviana]

"Likewise Ronin." It pleased Calder to no end that he could have such a pleasant conversation with a stranger, despite his odd accent. But as the pair neared the group, he couldn't help but fall out of focus. The spirits sang now, a beautiful chorus of peace and serenity. So much light all in one spot, it was hard to ignore. Once again, he found himself smiling his awkward smile, but zoning [member="Ronin Wendigo"] out all the same.

As reality came in again, he cast his glance back to his companion, scratching the side of his head. "I.. Sorry. I zoned out for a moment. Could you repeat yourself?"

 

[Leos Palle]

It was arduous, walking through the jungle as he was. Each step brought him closer and closer to his goal, but also saw him ducking branches, parting vines, and wading through plants nearly as tall as he was. Not that he minded it much. To be fair, most of his life, as far as he could remember, had been spent in urban jungle of tall buildings and the like, so an actual jungle was quite refreshing. Though this place wasn't that much different from his new home of Serenno. That said, the bustling amount of activity that he soon found near a construction site was quite a bit different from what he was used to. So much was happening it was hard to figure out where to look first.

"Fancy seeing you here, lad," a gruff voice said to his right.

When he turned to look, he found himself looking at the grizzled face of Bartus, the same man that had set him on his way back on Serenno. He frowned slightly at the man, considering him for a moment before he made any effort to respond. Think before you speak.

"Bartus, I suppose you took an above board job that's brought you here?" he asked, his brows twitching upward. "If I'd known you were coming I'd have saved my credits and come with you."

"Eh, I won't likely be here as long as you will anyway, so I wouldn't worry about it."

He glanced past the man to where several others were standing. They had a few gravsleds worth of stuff that they were apparently bringing from their ship to the construction site. Whatever it was they were hauling it looked like good stuff. Probably electronics and things like that. These were the sorts of things that weren't going to be going into the building yet, but still needed to be delivered all the same.

"Tell ya what," Bartus said, jerking his thumb towards the crates. "Help us unload this stuff and then you can pitch in with the crew here if you want."

"That sounds reasonable."

After all, he'd no idea how he was going to jump into this in a manner that was any sort of meaningful. He stepped around the human and grabbed a crate from one of the men that was carrying more than he probably should have been. Of course Bartus was carrying nothing so that was probably why the kid was carrying so much. Once he was situated they all started walking to the construction site, just in time to see a woman and several others hoisting stones up onto the building. They were literally constructing this place by hand. That was, in and of itself, a remarkable undertaking. Most people would hire out for construction droids to do this sort of work.

He set his crate down with the others and approached the stone pile. He approached [member="Valae Kitra"], and reached to grab several bricks himself.

"How about I help here?" he intoned.

Not really a question, but it seemed better than just diving right in without saying something to her. Like her, he laid each brick carefully in place, minding both the pattern of the bricks and the structure that they were composing. He didn't mind manual labor. It was better than sitting around doing nothing, anyway.

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[Cambria Zadira]

After resettling the refugees in her charge that she aided during the new Galactic Republic's rather hasty exodus from Denon, Jedi Knight Cambria Zadira made her way to the Mid Rim planet of Monastery where the Order of the Sacred Locus was located. The Guardian was looking to find a place of peace and serenity where she could meditate and find her center in the Force once again. The rain-forested world certainly gave off that impression as did the people gathered. It would be a nice change of pace for the Rutian Twi'lek as always being on the move here and there had been her life the past several years guiding slaves and political refugees to freedom along the Great River.

Cambria had found a mossy clearing to perform her meditative katas with a rock face in the background as if it was standing guard. It reminded her a bit of an area on Arbra referred to as Half Dome. Having removed her boots and cloak, the alien Knight began breezing through the first level kata dressed in her modified Jedi attire; brain tails moving in like.

Tight muscles loosened and the tensions of the last day started to drift away. The blue-hued Twi'lek easily stepped into the second level kata with the grace that only could come from years of practice. The simple, controlled moves stretched muscles and prepared her for the more complex actions of the daily meditative ritual she performed; this environment though a luxury as the ritual usually was done in the cargo hold of her ship.

Falling into the ingrained motions of the ancient kata, Cambria's mind slipped free from its restraints of blood and bone. Weary thoughts stretched out and mingled with the awesome presence of the Living Force. The energies flowed around her like the oceans of Minaar, wrapping the Jedi in a warm, gentle floating comfort. The ethereal power source was all encompassing, enveloping Cambria's battered spirt and filling in the chips of her mental armor, centering the Twi'lek in the Force once again.

The rain forest of Monastery was teaming full of life, but a particular presence caught her attention from high above. Golden eyes opened to find a human male repelling down the crag nearby. Cambria sensed he was enjoying himself as his aura was warm and bright in the Force. She made her way over to a log where her things were left, then pulled back on her leather boots. A sip of water from a small canteen was taken as she watched the man drop the rest of the few kilometers to the valley floor.

[member="Artyom Kirilov"]

 

[Jsc]

[member="HK-36"] had arrived. In Metriod style no less.

"Yes. Hello Ancient One. Umph. I suppose it's wonderful to see you too."

Sorta. HK was infamous for his pranks, punches, and technological whimsy. A strange mix to be sure. But always an entertaining one. Well... When it wasn't your bedroom or your astromech he was hacking. Poo.

"And yes. Fancy that, I was indeed looking for the hostess of this little feel-good soriee. Excellent timing."

Monica turned to [member="Solana Murphy"] and pursed her lips,

"And, as for this young woman? ...I have absolutely no idea. Um. Sorry darling. Ahem. I am Monica. From Denon. And this is Hk-36. I'll... Um. Well. I let him enumerate his own titles if it pleases him. I've lost count over the years I'm afraid. Courtly appearances and all that. Et cetera et cetera. Le sigh."