Faction What Makes A Family [Clan Terentatek]

[Balun Dashiell]

Mnemosyne, Asphodel.
Lúthien Tinúviel | Aris Noble | Pitie | Cordelia Dimitte | Nouqai Veil
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Life in the Galaxy could be rough, no matter who you were. Life could be a constant battle for those without a home or a family to call their own. Balun Vale had been given to the New Jedi Order as an infant. He knew nothing of his biological family, and over time, he had grown resentful of not having been allowed to choose his way, not until he had left the Order at fifteen years old. The last thing he would have expected after only a mere twelve months of striking it out on his own was that he would be driven to help others in a similar position, to make the newly independent life that he had yearned for, a life for them to feel included and a part of something greater—a Family to call their own.

Mnemosyne wasn't a world he had visited before, but it was in neutral space in the Expansion Regions. This was important as the people that he had met along the way, and the people they too had met, were not all aligned with the Jedi that he had been raised by. There were those affiliated with the Dark Side of the Force, like Cordelia and Falentra, who would potentially be harmed if they caught the attention of the Galactic Alliance.

Balun had sent a message to those who had caught his attention, those he felt would be a good fit. They were all very different people; for some, those differences could keep them apart and keep them from getting along. For Balun, it wasn't about who you were associating with but who you were as an individual that counted most. It was these individuals who Balun figured might be interested in what he had to propose, this idea of a clan without borders, a home in the hearts of a few exceptional people.

 

[Lúthien Tinúviel]

"Look, its just for a bit alright?"

The droid looked at me with a sad look. If it wasn't a creature, I would have said it had puppy eyes. Yet, I pointed a finger to the ramp of the ship. indication of my desire for it to stay here. The photoreceptor rolled around on its dome head as I took a step back then walked through the port. A meeting was to take place for people who were like minded. People who may not have a home, but wanted to find one. Maybe, I could find one such here. Ever since.. well... He left me. I couldn't really set to my mind to stay anywhere. It was like I wasn't allowed to have something normal in my life.

Its because I wasn't normal. I wasn't allowed to have anything normal. Even if I so desired it.

I would have to make something of myself instead. A couple people I passed of the locals gave stares and eyes as I moved through and past them. The big metal arm, was a dead giveaway that something was up with me. It was armored, but when you have to live on your own, and have teachings of what you know, you did with what you had. So old plate armor that was reforged into a new arm for myself was what made it necessary.

Simple set of clothing otherwise. Though I was always armed even if others may not know it. Feeling their fear already, didn't help my own fears. Their emotions were wild and open. It was like everyone was yelling at me to go away. Instead, I came to the spot. Looking up and down on the door, I looked to the holopad really quick. Making sure it was the right spot before I press the button to the side. Hissing open, I leaned in and looked around.

"Hey, uh, looking for a Balum Vale?"


Balun Dashiell

 

[Cordelia Dimitte]

TAG: Balun Dashiell

Cordelia’s pod fell from the sky like a black tear upon the planet. It descended and landed in the thick grasslands, which swayed like worshipping blades. Amoke rode from the spherical craft, and the glass was crackdd, making web patterns that looked upon a fair face. Blood droppee from the holes of her nose on to her black coaxe bosom, her long black locks suspended around her head as the hatch jettisoned and fresh air poured in with a howl. The closed currains of flesh that housed her eyes trembled until they opened to show circled of blood that were tapped by eye lashes as she blinked. She raised her pale and perfect hand to her head, the restrainta she tore off by releasing a buckle. As she motioned her other hand was touched by the life matter, making her aware she waa bleeding from the nostrils. She was dizzy, and teying to climb out of the pod was like being born, this makeshift womb combined with her concussion made it difficult to get free.

The first attempt was met with failure, the second ahe banged hed already bruised head on the tight wall. Third time was the chsrm and she slipped out into the crator of dirt, she had no shoes, as she crawled out of impact threshold she rolled on the grass and took a desp breath, the struggle has been draining. Her heart bearing as a drum, and then it began to lightly shower, sprinkles of water fell on her.

Cordellia laid there in the fresh air and ozone, and her lungs drank it in. She then drifted off into a slumber, the toll of her arrival and what had come before. As she drifted into the shadow of sleep she heard the words,

“You are anathema! Cut off! Dead to me!”

The voice was masculine and mature…

 

[Nouqai Veil]

Falentra was incredibly busy for a 17 year old. With three apprenticeships under her belt, it there were rarely any breaks for her, but there was some rest she could afford on the weekends. An invitation to meet extended by her long time friend was not to be turned down. Falentra had her own ship, she would make her descent towards the coordinates, thankfully in a planet that wasn't in the lightside territories.

The teen parked her ship nearby and made her way through the busy streets. There were many glances her way, some which she snarled back at. Of course, she was a bit of a freak with tentacle hair and slimy skin, she stood out. Until when she was near the rendevous, a pale ginger lady approached, Falentra instinctively analyised her force signature... it was off... neither lightside nor dark.

Balun? He had invited others to meet too?

"No, Balun has told me to meet, I didn't realised he was bringing others." She explained.

The amphibious sentient then extended a clawed webbed hand. "I'm Falentra."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

"Hey, uh, looking for a Balum Vale?"

The door to the derelict building slid open at the motion of another. The old homestead appeared downtrodden, dirty and abandoned. What must have once been a beautiful place to live today would merely be a place of solace and privacy for Balun to meet with those he had called. Balun had been sat in one of the bedrooms, considering his words and actions to come. The notion of pulling a group of people together and convincing them to come together despite their differences would be a challenging task, but it was one that he felt he was meant for. After all, for all his past sufferings, this would be a means of putting all the negativity towards something positive and beneficial for himself and others.

A voice spoke his name and soon followed was the familiar voice of Nouqai Veil. Balun smiled as he pushed himself up from the bed and moved further into the larger living area to see Lúthien Tinúviel and Nouqai Veil . "Hey guys", Balun greeted them both, placing a couple of bottles of hydro on the nearby dining table in case any of them were thirsty, given the humidity of Asphodel; "Glad to see someone turned up", he smirked. Part of him had expected only perhaps Falentra or Cordelia Dimitte to show up, given their close ties to him compared to the others he had only heard of by name. "Make yourselves at home while we wait; no one's used this place in a long time by the look of it", he said while glancing at the vast room around them, filled with dust, webs and something of a musty, stagnant smell devoid of life. The anticipation of the gathering filled the air, each person's arrival adding to the excitement of the moment.

Balun would step past the pair briefly, glancing back through the front door to check that they needed to be followed. Already, he had amassed something of a small name for himself with the authorities on Coruscant and Svivren, and he couldn't help but worry that his past actions might have caught up with him on Mnemosyne, a concern that added a layer of suspense to the gathering.

"You guys see anyone else on your way in?" he soon asked, glancing back over his shoulder at the pair. "There should be a few more, at least two, that I thought would definitely show up."

Lúthien Tinúviel | Aris Noble | Pitie | Cordelia Dimitte | Nouqai Veil | +Others welcome​

 

[Metrus Orba]

Outside The Pod there was a stirring. An Armored being found the unconscious Cordelia Dimitte and stood over her as its helm head leaned down and gurgled, its plate shimmered from sunlight, though there was something more, it was moving, the armor was living, made up of Orbalisk, little parasitic insects.

He got wiff of dark side around her, it was clear she was rank with it. Picking her up he carried her to a speeder and laid her in the seat next to his. He then sat down and the thrusters engaged and there was a boom. As they hovered over fields she came to and he leaned his visor face towards her, she glancing then drifted off.

Metrus was keen to get her medical attention. She did not seem capable of self repair, and like most humans meed a physician. The speeder came to a halt outside a facility, there he carried the black dressed womab, who’s hair matched her attire. A Med Droid approached and she was taken to a Becta Tank, Metrus walked, his boots moving as golden grains that then becams solid. He had been told by Balun Dashiell to look out for a young dark haired homosapian, and she fit the description.

The Obralisk fiund humans curious, they tended towards an individuality, prizing feelings and autonomy over the strength of the collective, the exception being the term “family,” which they used to qualify a hive with certain roles that came with obligations and concerns. However, unlike himself they had a hierarchy, which he found difficult to fathom, though jt seemed to be the predominate way most species operated, he was outlier and so he had to conform to standards that made little sense to hundreds of thousands that were him.

A doctor came out and said,
“She has a comcussion, and brusong, but nothing too serious.”

He replied in garbled tone,
“Self repairing?”

The Doctor nodded,
“You did well to bring her here.”

Metrus replied, “We are One, she must be whole..”

The Doctor smiled,
“She will be, she will be.”

 

[Lúthien Tinúviel]

"Um uh. I didn't see anyone else."

Turning between the almost Jedi looking individual, as well as the rather unique looking fish-person? Having never seen their species before. However, just from the smell of them alone, I knew that feeding from them would not have been pleasant. Same with the young man. His blood was too rich in the force. It was Light and purifying to a degree. Not nearly as bad for my taste, but in a pinch it would suffice.

However, I was not here to feast upon others. I had already sedated that aspect of my life. Instead, I just walked closer to the man. Nodding my head to him once in a welcome. Still being so unsure of what this gathering here was for. This "Family" that was proposed for many of us. I wanted to hear more.

"So will you be telling us what the gathering is for? or will we need to wait a little more?"

Balun Dashiell Nouqai Veil Metrus Orba Cordelia Dimitte

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Lúthien Tinúviel and Nouqai Veil , so far they were the only two to show but that was alright. Every great movement in the Galaxy started out small and grew over time. There was no reason to think that Clan Terentatek wouldn't be the same.

Yes, he'd already chosen a name. Hopefully one the others would approve of.

"Ah well then, I guess this is going to be us. Some of you know me..." Balun spoke, soon pausing to look to Lúthien, "You don't, yet. But the point is I've been looking out for people like us, people with no place to call their own. People without family or friends to have their back" he explained in brief. He would pause only to search his own pockets for his cigarettes, something he had taken up in recently. Falentra would probably be appalled but like each and every one of them, Balun was his own master.

"No one gets anywhere in this Galaxy without people backing them up. To me, I don't care about where people are from or what they do, what matters to me is they have my back and I have theirs"; Balun had never been a leader but this was something he believed in, and he seemed to comfortably go on a big of a tangent to get his point across.

"Chit's tough out there, but I'm thinking we make a crew and whatever comes our way, we push on through it all together. None of us may have come from a family, but family is more than who you share blood with, family is meant to be those who will fight for you in your worst times. Fight together when everyone else wants to throw down on us. That's why I've called you guys here".

Lúthien Tinúviel | Aris Noble | Pitie | Nouqai Veil​

 

[Arron Starstrider]

Kimiyo sat quietly in the tranquil meditation garden on Kashyyyk, her mind lost in the past. The loss of Master Rhyman still weighed heavily on her heart, a wound that time seemed unable to heal. She clutched the holobook he had given her, seeking solace in its familiar pages. When the message from Balun Vale arrived, she was startled. She had heard of him only by reputation, only crossing paths a few times at various Jedi Temples. The invitation to join him on
Mnemosyne to be part of something, though the invite was vague on what exactly.

Kimiyo read the message several times, her emotions a swirling mix of hope and apprehension. Could this be what she so desperately needed? Her life had been defined by loss and loneliness since the tragedy that took her mentor. Balun's offer seemed like a beacon of light in her darkness. With a determined nod, she decided to accept, feeling a spark of something she hadn't felt in a long time: possibility.

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The journey to Mnemosyne was long, giving Kimiyo ample time to reflect. The landscape changed from the familiar to the exotic as she landed on the lush planet. She pulled out a Jedi wayfinder with the coordinates the invitation provided her. Over time, Kimiyo came cllser to a derelict structure and with it, a stir of voices.

Kimiyo approached the group, her expression calm yet open. Balun was the only face that radiated familiarity. She tilted her head in curiosity.

"Balun. Thank you for inviting me here." she said simply, gazing around, "Seems I'm not the first one here."

She carefully took notice of the others that had been called to join this meeting. Not all of them were Jedi. Feeling in the Force, some of them gave of dark presences. She was cautious, but optimistic. She trusted Balun knew what he was doing.

TAG: Balun Dashiell | Lúthien Tinúviel | Cordelia Dimitte | Nouqai Veil ​

 

[Pitie]

After her run-in with Balun, the girl had been doing her best to learn about the Galaxy. This was probably not the best thing for Pitié, but until she had met him, she had been alone for many years. Getting the invitation, she squinted at it but followed where it would take her. He had offered her a form of family, and she welcomed that chance.

The Zorren was still very jumpy, and her eyes didn't stay still for long. They watched for threats and dangers. Since the last time she had seen Balun, she had only worn the same clothes. Being pretty much homeless, she didn't have any means to get anything new. Pitié had made some new acquaintances, and one of them also offered to take her in. Maybe she should talk with Balun about it and see what he thought.

As she found her way to where they would meet, she wasn't sure about the others she saw. She trusted her friend but not these other people. At the moment, she wanted to hide in the corner and did not openly approach anybody. Keeping the wall behind her, she felt safe.

Balun Dashiell Nouqai Veil Lúthien Tinúviel