Welcome Wagon [SJO]

[Valae Heavenshield]

Silver Rest​

Kashyyyk​

[ [member="Zavii"], [member="Pash Tafo"], [member="Epistor"], [member="Ashla Marlar"], [member="Draven Dursden"]]​

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A portion of the courtyard was looking quite festive today.

The covered gathering area was ready to receive visitors – new and old members of the Order of Silver Jedi. There was a large table set with lovely greenery and an assortment of drinks, fruit, and other light snacks. There had been several new additions to the Order recently, and the Grandmaster was eager to meet them in person. While their Order grew, it was difficult to find time to see everyone on a case by case basis, but gatherings made it much easier.

It also gave their new members a chance to mingle and make friends – this was a very important step. During her own time as a padawan, Valae had been lucky enough to be part of a fairly close-knit group, it had been very helpful. She still looked back on the memories of their adventures with a fond smile.

Today she also hoped that some of their more experienced members would be in attendance. This would surely give their new folks a chance to see what the Order was truly about. After all, the Order was a people – and those members were what made this such a successful group. They had quite a strong sense of community, Valae was very proud to be a part of it.

Taking a deep breath, Valae strolled out into the fresh air and awaited their first guest.

Spoiler

If you have a new SJO character, this would be a great place to make an introduction! New and old members alike are invited to join and mingle!

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven stepped into the courtyard. He was dressed in sharp looking robes, and actually had come straight from training, so his battle armor was still visible. He also was drenched in sweat, he didn't pay any mind to it though, Draven had long ago given up impressing others. He noticed Valae first and made his way over, his silky smooth walk making its self known once again. He arrived and said, "Hey. I heard there was a party or something?" His glinting eyes glancing her over, his face holding to its relaxed, almost uninterested expression.

[member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie Swail sat - or rather lay - reclined on a hammock tied between two large trees, looking into the courtyard all nice and festive, but also of the Silver Rest and the valley below. It was her spot, and it was relaxing and peaceful and lazy.

Today, more Silver Jedi were joining them, and that was a good thing. More followers looking to serve the Light; to learn the Jedi way and support the virtue of truth and justice, bringing their unique skills and passion to a place where they could be taught and in turn teach others.

She swung lazily, one boot on the ground pushing back and forward, arm rested behind her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her Master [member="Valae Kitra"] making the final touches to the spread; she did these things so well. Stephanie could have helped more but...she was growing her own unique personality and also a strong bond with her Master, their quirks very obvious to the other. Stephanie would try to help, but probably get things wrong or not do it just have Valae wanted it, so she sat out and let her do it.

With a small smile, the Padawan looked out with a sigh and waited for other to join them. A few thoughts crossed her mind, and she wished she could, at the present time, ignore them.

They were just going to land her in trouble probably.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Zavii"] | [member="Pash Tafo"] | [member="Epistor"] | [member="Ashla Marlar"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Epistor meandered into Silver Rest's courtyard, adjusting the soft purple, cloth mantle draped over her shoulder and then the fibula pin holding her dress together. Like [member="Draven Dursden"], she had come from training--though it had been independent study in the library--but she gave herself time to hurry back to the padawan dormitories. There she threw a chiton dress over her tunic-armor, making the metal breastplate barely visible under the loose fabric, and quickly bound up her hair into a braided korymbos.

She seemed not to notice anyone whom was in attendance currently, as she was absorbed by the decorations. It reminded to an extent her of the little town neighboring hers. Phasekion, her hometown, lacked an outdoor gymnasium, so she had to go to Ididri whenever she wished to train properly--after the unfortunate, accidental wounding of one of their herd, Epistor's father had forbade her from practicing throwing discus on the family farm. But she had not minded much; Ididri was always happy and festive-looking, always celebrating the athleticism that they constantly hosted.

Though this was to be a joyous gathering, Epistor knew enough to always be prepared. In such, she had brought her own saber, built into the alumnabronze hilt that her brother had crafted for her, tucked into her braided belt. A leather garter under her short tunic skirt attached to a sling, securely holding the weapon that could also provide entertainment as needed, her discus.

~ [member="Stephanie Swail"] ~ [member="Valae Kitra"] ~

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai had yet to do much friend making among the Silver Jedi, usually keeping to herself while at the temple, aside from the few acquaintances that she had, and as such still kind of felt like an outsider when compared with her brother who had taken to the order like a fish to water. Then again her young brother did have a more charismatic attitude, was more outgoing and fun to hang out with, as well as just generally a person who liked to make friends.

Steeping into the courtyard, dressed in her black grey Yukata combat robes the young Jin observed the crowd who had gathered for the occasion. It seems things had yet to start, judging from the few people present, but that was all the better to find someone to talk with. [member="Valae Kitra"] was the easiest to spot and recognize, even if the two had not conversed much when together, followed shortly by the very well known Padawan [member="Stephanie Swail"], a person what Sukai felt was very much due to a promotion to knight.

The others present though where new faces to her eyes, both [member="Epistor"] and [member="Draven Dursden"] not ringing any bells with Sukai, which was something considering her better then average memory, "Well, I guess the man wearing armor will do nicely for now, at least it is something familiar". With a straight poise and proper manner Sukai slowly walked over to the slightly confused looking man, hoping to start some form of conversation with him.

[member="Epistor"] l [member="Stephanie Swail"] l [member="Draven Dursden"] l [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[aayla tano]

Ashla walked through the courtyard, and sat in the shade of a tree. She had on her everyday black robe, with it's royal blue linings. She wore brown shoes that she had on at the Christmas party, but now it couldn't be told, as her cloak went all the way to her feet. In fact, Someone could not see her hands, but could see the cup of hot chocolate it was holding. It was her favorite drink. She had, under her other arm, a book of unarmed-combat-with-force-enhancement techniques she had found interest in. She found them most useful, as she had no lightsaber yet. She sat under the tree and opened up the book. She was facing the courtyard, and was also offhand watching the others.

 

[Draven Dursden]

The padawan turned, seeing a woman making a beeline straight for him. The man crossed his arms and said, as she approached, "Hello there. I don't believe we have met." His eyes took her in judgmentally, somewhat coldly. His two sabers hung from his hips, still thrumming from the recent use, despite as he tried to hide it, Draven was still trying to calm himself. In his last practice of Vaapad he had come dangerously close to the dark side, and he was still shaken. This party was a good chance to get his mind off the near fatal encounter for the young Padawan.

He pressed a tiny button on his plate armor, and a tiny slot opened up, lined with toothpicks, he took one out, and pressing it once again, shut it. He began to pick at a particularly stubborn peace of meat stuck between his canine and another tooth as he awaited the woman's response.
[member="Ashla Marlar"]

 

[Marl]

Marl walked into the courtyard. Took a deep breath and walked towards the center, it was unusual for Marl to be the one of the first at a gathering but here he was. Marl was wearing his smuggler gear. The gear was comfortable yet unfamiliar, exactly how he felt his phase 2 clone trooper armor was when he first wore it compared to the bulkier phase one armor. He saw the Grandmaster and threw her a salute. Not sure if it’s acceptable, but Marl is from another time so he is sure she’ll forgive him if it isn’t. As he passed the bar he decided not to drink this event, now that he is officially back on duty he wants his wits about him at all time. Marl wasn’t very eager to talk to anyone, so he sat down on a bench in the shade and began examining reports and documents on his datapad, if he was gonna be here he might as well get some work done, after all being a sergeant means there’s little time to relax.

 

[aayla tano]

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[Epistor of Phasekion]

Now, Epistor was paying attention to her surroundings, aware of her fellow guests slowly trickling into the courtyard. She approached [member="Valae Kitra"] at the table and placed the shallow, clay bowl that she had brought along with her into an open space on the spread. It was filled with little, round, golden-brown dumplings. They were loukoumades, a traditional Sargus Novisian sweet, covered in honey and lightly dusted with various types of seeds.

​In her experience, at least on her homeworld, food was the fastest way to make friends and to make piece. The godly concept of xenia rarely failed.

~ [member="Draven Dursden"] ~ [member="Stephanie Swail"] ~ [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] ~ [member="Ashla Marlar"] ~ [member="Marl"] ~

 

[Draven Dursden]

(([member="Sky'ito Yumi"] Was the one I was under the impression was walking towards me)) Draven inclined his head and said, "Well I suppose it is good to meat you..." He looks as if he is about to walk off, then turns saying abruptly, "How is that anyways?" Gesturing towards the mug she held clasped in her hands, "I was thinking about getting a mug of it." He then sniffed at it, his wolfish features becoming quite apparent as his boyish smile played along his lips, "Reminds me of the kind my mom used to make... when she wasn't flying off the shelf beating us." He then chuckles playfully, "You know, dramatic backstory like every other little padawan who thinks they have had it rough."

 

[Audren Sykes]

It was good to see the new people every so often. Not to know they were there - he already knew that - but to determine what they were about. The Order was a very large organization with multiple focuses, and even with the recent move and concentration into a smaller area it was pretty close to impossible to keep track of everyone. Even simply being able to associate names with faces of Order members themselves was an impressive feat; adding in each person on the military side - army and navy both - and support personnel made his head spin. Then his employees...nope. Not even trying. That was why they had computer databases.

Audren had slipped in quietly, not drawing attention to himself. He'd been one of the first to raid the table, filling a plate and shifting away without a word. A chair was appropriated, one out of the way and near a holoprojector. Some sport was playing, the sound so quiet as to nearly be muted. Yet he was positioned in a way that he could watch the gathering as well as the game. He wasn't all too interested in it, but for a game that involved moving a ball of some sort to the other end of the field, there were some impressive tackles being made.

The gathering was small so far, but more were coming. The Grand Master was here of course, it was her soiree. She'd grown quite a bit since they'd first met. Essentially everyone else present in the courtyard was unknown to the Sephi however, which highlighted to him just how much time he'd spent away from the workings of the Order. So he watched and listened, attentive to those present - and those nearby. Beyond the physical senses though, were the metaphysical. He didn't stretch out with the Force, didn't try to sense what was going on. He instead was merely receptive to what could be readily sensed.

The absent thought crossed his mind: he was almost glad Sor-Jan wasn't here to lead the Youngling brigade on a snack raid. Only skeletons would have remained.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member=Epistor] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Ashla Marlar"] | [member=Marl]​

 

[Pash Tafo]

Pash drew in a deep breath and exhaled. He would say it a cleansing breath, but it was definitely a sigh. This was all a new beginning. Why the Silver Jedi? The Matukai Adept could not say for sure. All Pash knew was that he needed to pull himself from his malaise, that wallowing in the shady dens of the Outer Rim was a path that lead nowhere. Word of the Order crossed his hearing, and the tales sparked a flame that had been extinguished since Tara's death.

The new arrival had been urged by a friendly young man to visit the courtyard, that the Grandmaster was welcoming newcomers at an informal gathering. So, Pash dressed as best he could given his meager wardrobe, slipping into boots, loose brown pants and cream shirt, and a long, sleeveless brown robe left open. He combed his fingers through his loose hanging mane before heading out into the hallways.

Pash entered the courtyard, taking in the small crowd and spread laid out upon the table. The Grandmaster was the only one he readily recognized. The Matukai had not met the woman personally, but many had been quick to point out Valae Kitra to a new resident. Others he had seen perhaps passing in the halls, but in the two days since his arrival, he had little chance to make many acquaintances.

There were several people gathered, a few at the table near the Grandmaster, including an armored Jedi and a curious woman in black conversing with him. Another was setting a bowl among the collection of foodstuffs. Others sat separately, reading, working or simply relaxing. Pash noted the iconic hilts of Jedi lightsabers dangling from the belts of several attendees.

First things first, Pash made his way to the food and drink beneath the wooden canopy. The Matukai offered a small but genuine smile to the Grandmaster and the conversing pair near her, pausing at the table near the young woman with the plaited hair. She too carried a saber, and a strange disc as well. His smile widened in greeting.

"Hello." He offered before studying the dumplings in the bowl she had brought. They looked good, and he reached to pick one up, examining it. "What are these? They look delicious." Pash inquired of the woman, looking up to meet her gaze.

Valae Kitra - Draven Dursden - Stephanie Swail -Epistor - Sky'ito Yumi - Ashla Marlar - Marl - [member="Audren Sykes"]​

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[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae offered a warm smile to the new arrivals, and had nodded at the man that approached first. She was pleased to see several more people follow suit. The Grandmaster watched as people seemed to group up and find others – this was good! Her dark eyes shifted to the side, where the refreshment table waited. There were a few pastries that looked very good, but she wanted to give everyone else a chance before she started to dig in.

Of course, she’d felt the familiar presence of Audren as he quietly made his way to the food. She still remembered the day she’d first met the Sephi at the temple on Voss, it had been her first day with the Silver Jedi. He had been one of the first to accept her here, and she’d always be thankful for that. Valae knew that she must have changed quite a lot since then, but the Sephi hadn’t aged a day…

Her attention shifted as a young woman approached with a clay bowl in her hands. Blinking, she smiled at the young lady. “My goodness, did you make these?” She asked, “How nice!”

This was exactly the sort of thing she liked to see.

As another approached Epistor to inquire about the food she had brought, Valae took a step back. She would certainly need to try one of the lovely dumplings. But for the moment, it looked like quite a gathering had assembled, and she wanted to offer a few words before things got underway. Lifting a glass, she tapped on the side with a spoon to get everyone’s attention.

“Hello everyone, for those of you that don’t know me – I’m Valae Kitra.” She paused for a moment, “I am so pleased to see so many new faces, and some familiar ones, too.” A glance was given to Audren before continuing. “I would like to welcome all of you to the Order. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me or one of our other members, we’ll be glad to help.”

With that, she motioned for everyone to carry on.

[member="Pash Tafo"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Draven Dursden"], [member="Epistor"], [member="Ashla Marlar"], [member="Marl"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"], [member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Best set the example!

As much as she could laze all day in the surroundings of the rest, Stephanie swung a final time and rolled out of the hammock, rolled up the sleeves on her cream robes and walked over to the courtyard, seeing new faces and some old, smiling and nodding to those who caught her eye.

Just in time for the Master’s speech. What a speech it was – short, to the point and injected with warmth and hope. Stephanie smiled and clapped a little for her Master as the welcome celebrations began. Staff of the Rest served the drinks and tended to those who needed direction where to go, what to eat or simply just…to talk and feel accepted.

Stephanie felt proud of the Order, and it was exciting seeing new faces join them.

She walked by two of them - [member="Draven Dursden"] and [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] – and gave a smile.

Next, she saw a girl sat - [member="Ashla Marlar"] – and waved, beckoning her by indicating to the spread before them. Turning, she saw another - [member="Marl"] – who looked to be a solider, but who also looked like he was working or studying reports.

”Excuse me,” she called over the man on the bench, ”if you’re here to look busy, that’s not allowed! You’re new here, which means work and duty can wait. Come! Help yourself!”

With another wave over, she smiled and looked across to the woman causing a stir with her dumplings - [member="Epistor"] – who had attracted the attention of a dashing young man - [member="Pash Tafo"] – and the ever sweet toothed [member="Valae Kitra"] who was on them in a shot.

Stephanie walked over and looked on as well.

”Oh may I?” She grinned at the lady and picked a dumpling from the bowl and bit into it. The sweetness and warmth melted on her tongue. ”Ohh this is good. Yep. I like this! Welcome…and bring more of these…many more.” She wiped her hands. ”Can I just say I love your armour – your style. It looks beautiful – where did you get this?”

There was a look of nobility and strength to the armoured woman, but with some historical mystery surrounding her and it spiked Stephanie’s interest.

Glancing up for a second as she spoke, she saw a face. She looked up again to a man she did not know but she recognised from the archives. A Silver Jedi legend again. [member="Audren Sykes"] who was a Master at the highest peak of the Order. She caught herself staring and broke away, noting to talk to this war hero before the day was done. How exciting!

Stephanie was help tempted to another dumpling. She grinned to herself. [member="Srina Talon"] would probably love these but heavily deny it.

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Epistor glanced up to the grandmaster and nodded. "This morning, yes. I hope you enjoy them."

She barely noticed, then, [member="Valae Kitra"] step back as her attention shifted to the man inquiring to her. She, too, smiled, answering him, "Loukoumades. The recipe comes from my world." She bowed her head very slightly, silently reprimanding herself to explain more than that. "Excuse me, they are made of milk, flour, and honey--my mother sent a jar of it with me, and I was keeping it to use for a special occasion. This seemed like it."

Epistor turned again to face [member="Stephanie Swail"]. "Please," she gave permission, giggling because it had come just a little bit too late. Her whole face lit up. "Many more," she repeated, and then nodded. "I will have to make do with wroshyr lice syrup, but I would be honored to bake for the Order again."

The next compliment made the woman glance down at her chiton briefly before her gaze resurfaced. "Thank you. You are exceedingly kind. My mother, Jestrista of Ptely, back on Sargus Novis, wove it for me." Wove, indeed--the dress looked like it was comprised of only one, albeit large, piece of fabric, and the fibula pins at the shoulders kept it together.

"My brother forged my breastplate."

Again, she readjusted her mantle to cover the disk hanging on her bare thigh, though the sheer cloth did little to disguise it. It was probably for warmth, as her dress itself was hiked up past her knees.

~ [member="Pash Tafo"] ~

 

[Zavii]

The young Zabrak arrived in the courtyard just as the Grand Master gave a little speech and listened politely. Once Grand Master Kitra's apprentice beckoned the stragglers over, Zavii moved in. Because of the angle she had come from her path crossed that of the darkly-dressed Human girl beneath the tree. Rather than pass by to get at the table, she squatted to the Human's eye level and asked with genuine interest "What'cha reading?"

 

[aayla tano]

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[aayla tano]

The young Zabrak arrived in the courtyard just as the Grand Master gave a little speech and listened politely. Once Grand Master Kitra's apprentice beckoned the stragglers over, Zavii moved in. Because of the angle she had come from her path crossed that of the darkly-dressed Human girl beneath the tree. Rather than pass by to get at the table, she squatted to the Human's eye level and asked with genuine interest "What'cha reading?"

She looked up at him and said without animation, "It's a book of martial arts that use the force to assist. Until I get a lightsaber, it is the best weapon I have." She then closes her book and stands up, making her way towards the group

 

[Zavii]

"Oh cool!" Zavii stood up with the girl and matched her pace toward the others assembled around the table. It seemed to her that an inordinate amount of the Jedi here were overly fond of solitude, but perhaps she had just had bad luck with the ones she kept meeting. Nevertheless, she was determined to make lasting bonds with those around her. After all, the way she saw it they were a family, and it paid to know well the people who might one day save your life, or depend on you to save theirs.



She was glad that the Human had decided to join the others, though. As much as she wanted to strike up a conversation and be friendly, she had spent most of the morning running through the forests around the Temple grounds, and her stomach was beginning to complain. "That sounds interesting... Like an unarmed Ataru offshoot. I'd definitely like to practice the techniques with you, if you want a partner. I'm Zavii by the way. What's your name?