Faction [WSR] Dawn of the Republic

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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The second anniversary of the founding of the Wild Space Republic is marked by vibrant celebrations across its systems, with the most spectacular festivities taking place in its capital city on Lothal. Two years after reforming from the scattered Republic Remnants, the WSR has grown into a resilient, independent alliance of frontier worlds, proud of its unique identity and shared struggle. Citizens from all walks of life have gathered in Capital Square to commemorate the day the Wild Space systems charted their own course through the stars.

The celebration in Lothal City is a dazzling mix of tradition and futurism. Speeder parades fly in formation over the skyline, trailing green and silver ribbons — the Republic's colors — as local musicians and artists perform in the streets below. A grand holographic reenactment of the Declaration of Lothal lights up the evening sky, accompanied by a rousing speech from the Chancellor, who praises the courage of the Republic's founders and reaffirms the government's commitment to autonomy, equity, and shared prosperity. The mood is both joyful and defiant, a reminder of the hardship endured and the strength it had forged.

As night falls, the skies over Lothal ignite with a grand fireworks display. Children wave glowsticks while elders recount stories of the early resistance against the bloodthirsty Bryn'adûl, and later, Imperial remnants. The atmosphere is one of hope and solidarity — a promise that the Wild Space Republic, though still young, will endure and thrive.

Objective:
Celebrate!​

Beings of all walks of life find commonality in the shared thread of hope and freedom that bind the Republic together, and while that thread is omnipresent in their hearts, the people feel it more than ever during their nation's second birthday. There are just as many forms of revelry as there are people on Lothal. Explore the Republic's capital and participate in the festivities! Whether you are a hardened Republic trooper, a roguish spacer, a wandering Jedi, or something in between, there is something for everyone in Lothal City.

Potential Hooks:

• Meeting an old friend for drinks, or bumping into someone new
• Picking up a Lothalite souvenir
• Making political connections
• Taking a special someone to see the fireworks
• Exploring Lothal City's walkways (or back alleys)
• and more!

Spoiler: OOC Notes:

• The celebration is open to all WSR members. Friends & allies may join upon request!
• Please do not derail the thread with PVP/PVE or excessive violence. The celebration is a mixer for WSR characters.
• You're not confined to Lothal City! Feel free to celebrate anywhere on Lothal, or even another planet in Wild Space!

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story
Sor-Jan Skywalker

Balun's return to Lothal was nothing short of surreal—markedly different from the grim, smoke-filled memories of his first time setting foot on the planet. Gone were the trenches, the barricades, and the sound of blaster fire echoing across scorched earth. In their place were laughter, music, and the soft glow of lanterns strung across the city square. It was a world reborn, and for Balun, a personal moment of closure.

His initial arrival on Lothal had been under far darker circumstances. Back then, he served as an Aquilian Ranger under the banner of the Tingel Arm Coalition, deployed into a war zone against the brutal grip of the Empire of the Lost. The Lothal Protectorate, desperate and outmatched, had assisted the Coalition in embedding insurgents behind the enemy blockade in the lead-up to their invasion. The operation had been bold—but ultimately catastrophic. The Empire's reprisal had been swift and merciless. Balun still recalled the sight with haunting clarity: the assassination of a high-ranking Protectorate commander right before his eyes, followed by the chaos and screams of his comrades as the battle collapsed into bloodshed. Many of them never made it out.

And yet now—here he stood again, under a clear sky, amidst a world once more free.

Lothal had shaken off the yoke of the Empire of the Lost, and in its place, the Wild Space Republic had begun to rise—an ember reignited from the ashes of a once-proud institution. Composed of loyalists, idealists, seasoned politicians, and civilians who had never stopped believing in the tenets of the old Republic, they had gathered here to forge something new. Something better. A Republic not just remembered, but reborn. For Balun, it was more than politics. It was hope, personified.

He hadn't come on a whim. The first whispers reached him over encrypted Holonet broadcasts—rumours of change, of old friends and familiar creeds re-emerging from the dark corners of Wild Space. He left the quiet refuge of his home on Joiol, not alone, but with his infant son, Kellan, and the boy's devoted Zabrak caretaker, Vesha Daruun. Their journey led them deep into the Slice and beyond, chasing shadows until those shadows took shape. Contacts from his days with the Tingel Arm Coalition. Others from his years among the Jedi. Somehow, impossibly, they had converged here—on the same world he had once bled to defend. The Force, in its eternal mystery, had brought him full circle.

Now, in the heart of the city, Balun stood still and silent, his son nestled safely in Vesha's arms. Around them, the square pulsed with life. Local musicians strummed and sang from the steps of a fountain; dancers spun barefoot across sun-warmed stone, and strangers shared food, drink, and stories beneath banners of celebration. It was peaceful. It was vibrant. And it was everything he had fought for.

To witness such joy in a place once defined by death was a balm to the soul. It reminded Balun why he did what he did—why he kept moving forward. Not for glory. Not for revenge. But to give others the same chance he was finally beginning to glimpse for himself and his son: a future without monsters. A future filled with music, not gunfire.

A new dawn.

"Speech".
'Thought'.

 

[Mollar Kuhlvult]

|:| Senator of Vlemoth Port, Heir of House Kuhlvult of Kuat |:|
"Woe to those who challenge my birthright, and my right to power"

Lothal was among the planets in the Wild Space Republic that Mollar wished had been destroyed by the Empire of the Lost. The planet's factories and industrial strength had diminished due to the misguided invasion of the world by the Tingle Arm Coalition before the Galactic Sundering, and even the fall of Imperial Authority lead many workers to seek refuge in nearby powers like the Galactic Alliance.

Such an exodus of skilled labor was unprofitable though not everything was bleak, as the Capital still held potential and perhaps warranted a degree of respect though certainly not from him.

As a Kuati Prince, he considered himself above the everyday struggles faced by ordinary citizens and had even assumed the role of a Senator with the financial backing of his father, representing Vlemoth Port a prominent Mandalorian hub and Banking Clan center, which he intended to leverage to gain even more influence.

"I should consider myself fortunate not to have to share a space with these....colorful individuals." Mollar scoffed from the back of his private landspeeder as it made its way over reconstruction sites and soup kitchens to the gathering spot for the rest of the Republic's senators during this day of celebration.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto made his way through the city streets, seeking contact with the leadership of this newly discovered faction calling itself the Wild Space Republic. He wasn't entirely sure where to begin, but reasoned that the capital building would be the most logical place likely home to the Republic's representatives and leadership.

He was already planet-side to meet with the Lothal Protectorate, hoping to establish peaceful relations and secure potential allies. What he hadn't anticipated was the emergence of a rising power like the Wild Space Republic. While the Protectorate had respectfully declined Diarchy aid an act Laphisto found admirable the Diarchy remained committed to supporting smaller powers in standing firm against the influence of larger, more aggressive galactic factions.

As he approached the grand senate building, Laphisto let out a quiet chuckle. The plaza bustled with nobles and dignitaries clad in their finest robes and ceremonial wear, every bit the picture of polished diplomacy. And yet, here he was a towering seven-foot beast clad head-to-toe in armored warplate striding forward with calm purpose, ready to engage in talks and diplomacy. he didnt look like he belonged but he would try to ensure people knew he did. and hopefully no one here would queshtion him about the fact the Lilaste order had helped the Empire of the Lost defend lothal against the Protectorate and TAC. after all mercenary work had sent the Lilaste order as allies of TAC once or twice there after.

 

[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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"Pretty," Sor-Jan said with a smile, nodding to the firework display in the distance. It lit up Lothal's skyline beautifully, casting bright flashes of color on the city. Lothal Certainly deserved such an inspiring celebration considering all the turbulence it has faced in recent years. It was nice to see the heart of Sor-Jan's nation revel in their success.

The square where the spacer had perched was alive with music, dancing, and storytelling. There was a strange scent of sulfur and fried foods mixing in the air, reminding Sor-Jan of going to local fairs when he was little. The atmosphere made him wish that Captain Pal Veda was here. He stepped up to a food stall and ordered a few snacks, one savory piece of fried meat on a wooden skewer and one sweet doughy ball rolled in sugar. The boy paid his duggot to the vendor, a very grateful Rodian woman, then stepped away to enjoy his food.

He turned to see a young man nearby who stood with a caretaker droid and an infant, who S.J. assumed was his child.

"This year's celebration is even bigger than the last," the young spacer said as he approached. "The Bryn'adûl collapsed before I was born, but I do remember the Empire. My family stayed on Eadu during those times, though, so I was pretty far from the worst of things." The Miyuki Trade League, for whom his family worked, repurposed a great deal of Imperial weapons, armor, and vehicles for the Republic Remnant, and they continued to do so for the Republic Defense Force.

Sor-Jan offered Balun Dashiell his pick of the treats, if he wanted one. "My eyes are usually bigger than my stomach. Would you like one?"

Tags: Balun Dashiell | OPEN​

 

[Deidric Drage]

What in the world was I thinking?

Deidric fidgeted a bit as he departed the transport vessel and made first contact on another world that wasn't home. It was difficult leaving but even more so it was something that was needed. He was for all intents and purpose very attached to Aelin Erevos and Borre. It was slightly terrifying given them the idea that he was going to leave. It was something that he had to accomplish for himself, he wasn't doing much of anything at home, well living was the most important thing.

There was something else that his mind was craving, and wasn't going to find that sitting at home. His path had directed him to Lothal, there seemed to be a celebration of sorts that was taking place. The Young wolf didn't have a clue as to what he was walking into exactly, and he only hoped he was ready for it.

He couldn't' stand the shame of returning home and telling those most important to him that he had failed in his search.

The smallest of smiles graced his face as the sound of laughter and music began to fill the air. The atmosphere seemed overall happy, and for starting things out, that was an incredibly good thing.

 

[Aric Siasides]

TAG: Open

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC

Tell me why we are here again?

We are here because Master Vanagor asked us to be.

You know, that does not answer my question.

Masters Aric Siasides, and Jenara Starborn . A Shadow and a Sage by way of their specialties. They were, are instructors with the “Shadow Temple” the ill fated home of advanced Jedi Learning on Kashyyyk. However with the Mandalorian occupation, that was not a possibility. They were operating on Alderaan on “Sanctuary Island” along with on Veridian under the grace of Tirin Raene , but nothing lasts forever. It was time to find a new home. So they were here to explore, and network and meet with those who may be able to point them in a direction worth the effort.

We’re going to do this for the good of ourselves, those we are associated with, and those we serve.

Walking around the center of Lothal City, Aric just shook his head. One day, one day I am going to get a straight answer from you.

Jenara just smirked. Whose to say you aren’t now?

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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Kel was an old Bothan playing a much younger man’s game, but hearing that he needed to slow things down only made his fire burn twice as bright.

Recent events on Fondor had left the former senator with a lasting injury, one that might get better with physical therapy but not one that would ever truly go away. He could fall into sadness about it or he could choose to take it in stride, adding it to the long list of ailments and injuries he’d endured over the years. The latter option was best, he decided, and so he bought himself a lovely bronzium cane and walked with it proudly.

Retirement had done wonders for the old Bothan. More time for reading, for watching the news, for feeding birds and taking walks. Kel found it surprising how little he missed the Senate floor. When he was younger, representing the people of Abregado-rae made his heart beat faster than anything else in the galaxy. It was a rush only comparable to commanding his own fleet in the RTL, and even that was a tough match—there was simply no way to top making decisions on behalf of millions of people, and knowing that they entrusted you with the power to do so.

It was a great responsibility, one Kel was proud to have held and wouldn’t trade or take back for anything.

Perhaps that’s why he was here now, on the steps of Lothal City’s Senate building, waiting to greet Senator Mollar Kuhlvult and Laphisto for a chat. Kel simply couldn’t help himself; retirement from the Alliance Senate didn’t mean he couldn’t assist in another nation’s affairs.

There was great support from the Chancellor for Kel to run for senator of Lothal in the upcoming election season, and while the idea was certainly novel, the former Abregado representative needed time to stretch his legs and enjoy the scenery. It was only out of sheer boredom by the scenery, ironically, that Kel volunteered as an advisor to a few Senate committees in the Republic.

Perhaps here, he could do some real work.

“Good evening, gentlemen!” Kel said with a friendly wave as Senator Kuhkvult and Laphisto arrived. “It’s a pleasure to see you both. I trust your journeys here were safe?”

Tags: Mollar Kuhlvult | Laphisto | OPEN​

 

[Mollar Kuhlvult]

|:| Senator of Vlemoth Port, Heir of House Kuhlvult of Kuat |:|
"Woe to those who challenge my birthright, and my right to power"

After what felt like an eternity, the landspeeder finally touched down on the landing pad. This provided the Young Heir and Senator an opportunity to stretch his legs and smooth out any creases in his purple military-style suit, complete with an armored pauldron and a cape draped over his shoulder.

This attire created a striking contrast to the Bothan, Kel Se'Taav , who had reportedly been a supporter of the Galactic Alliance until recently. Just the mention of the cumbersome entity that was the Alliance was enough to induce a headache for him, not because of any perceived moral superiority, but due to their dismissal of capitalism and corporations in favor of humanitarian efforts.

The gaze shifted towards Laphisto , a brigand of notable political clout, who was permitted to mingle with the members of the Republic's Senate, albeit it would have to be at a distance of at least 30 meters to avoid any association with him.

He distinguished himself from others and was prepared to demonstrate his superiority, bringing misfortune to those who dared to oppose him. "Indeed, I take great pleasure in being summoned to the Republic's Capital for discussions with the Senate, even if the purpose is as trivial as a celebration, Senator Se'Taav," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of disdain and a flourishing motion of the cape behind him.

"Still I am not loathed to admit that the Capital has scenic value." He further added with a slow glance towards the city limits and the fields beyond.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story
Sor-Jan Skywalker

"This year's celebration is even bigger than the last," the young spacer said as he approached. "The Bryn'adûl collapsed before I was born, but I do remember the Empire. My family stayed on Eadu during those times, though, so I was pretty far from the worst of things." The Miyuki Trade League, for whom his family worked, repurposed a great deal of Imperial weapons, armor, and vehicles for the Republic Remnant, and they continued to do so for the Republic Defense Force.

Sor-Jan offered Balun Dashiell his pick of the treats, if he wanted one. "My eyes are usually bigger than my stomach. Would you like one?"

Balun turned at the sound of a voice beside him and found himself met by the youthful, yet unfamiliar face of Sor-Jan Skywalker . The man had approached quietly, speaking with an ease that suggested long acquaintance rather than a first-time exchange. There was a warmth in his tone, casual yet sincere, and it drew a slight, genuine smile to Balun's face as he listened. The name-dropping of the Bryn'adûl, the Empire, and the world of Eadu was enough to root their conversation in shared experience.

"I served with the Aquilian Rangers of the Tingel Arm Coalition," Balun replied after a moment, his voice steady but touched with old weight. "When the Empire held Lothal, I was here—embedded behind enemy lines before the full-scale invasion began. That was thanks to the Lothal Protectorate, who risked everything to help us get through." His eyes shifted to the celebration around them—dancers, musicians, the scent of food drifting on the wind. "I saw what Lothal became under the Empire's rule. The suffering. The silence. None of this—" he motioned subtly to the music and joy around them, "—existed back then."

A short breath passed from him, not quite a sigh. "In a way, I suppose I've been recalled to service," he added, his voice softening into quiet introspection. "Not by any admiral or command post—but by the will of the Force itself. Life has a strange way of circling back." And for him, the circle had brought him once more to the very sector of space he had bled for—only five or six years removed, and now worlds apart in purpose.

As the conversation deepened, Balun's attention flicked briefly to Vesha Daruun and the infant Kellan in her arms. The Zabrak woman had wandered off toward a cluster of local vendors, pausing to admire paintings and the inviting array of foodstuffs on display. Balun felt no worry; Vesha, for all her unassuming presence, was a Sasori-made biot with the appearance—and intelligence—of a sentient being. Her maternal care over Kellan was something Balun trusted with his whole heart.

Back in the moment, he turned again as Sor-Jan offered him something sweet, politely lifting a hand in refusal. "No thank you," he said with a smile, instead extending his own gesture of camaraderie. "But I'll offer my name, since you already gave me your time. I'm Balun Dashiell. Just in case you prefer to know the name of the man you're speaking to."

Deidric Drage | Aric Siasides | Kel Se'Taav | Mollar Kuhlvult​

"Speech".
'Thought'.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

OBJECTIVE: Enjoy
LOCATION: Lothal City
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"Thank you," Ever said, after purchasing a flatbread from a wrinkled old woman with skin tanned to near leather quality.

She handed over more creds than she needed to, and before the woman could broach an objection, she disappeared into the crowds of those celebrating the two year anniversary of the rise of the Republic. It was a good day. Many years ago, her father had worked hard to bring the Republic back to life out in Wild Space. Nadiem was their home, but for a time they had a Remnant of the Republic operating out in that area, and it was a good time before the Bryn had attacked and nearly wiped them out. She despised them. Nothing else did she despise as much as them.

As she enjoyed a bit of the bread, she let her eyes drift over the crowd. Lots of people from all over. She knew there were some locals from Nadiem that had come even though it was quite far away from this new incarnation of the Republic. They would still support it as they had when the Republic Remnant had been around.

The majority of those around her were quite happy. The fall of the Empire of the Lost had left many freed from a life under strict authoritarian rule. She didn't like the Empire. Never had, never would. In fact, she'd helped people fight against them quite recently before that group had all but disappeared as well. It seemed there was a lot of that going around. Almost like someone was working in the shadows to drag small galactic governments into obscurity and rip them asunder. The very thought of it made her shiver.

As did the feeling of nervousness and shame she felt wafting off of a man close by to her. She paused in popping a piece of the bread in her mouth, and instead reached out her hand to touch Deidric Drage on the arm, lightly.

"Everything alright?"

She was a Ranger in the Republic, which meant if something was wrong she was authorized to handle it, though she got the impression this was something more internal than external.

OUTFIT: Outer Layer, Under Armor | GEAR: JSA-VAR, The Ahktar, Matukai Staff
TAGS: Deidric Drage ​

 

[Aliyah]

With permission of the Thread poster...

Tag: Anyone / Open
Location: Lothal City

Cultural celebrations always drew wayfarers from all across the Galaxy. While some attended those more frequently and as a result; were not as excited as others. Aliyah was living through a wonderful, first experience. A 'festival', an 'anniversary', people mingling, such alien concepts to her. But welcome one none the less. Although cautious and out of her element, the young girl picks up glowstick, deciding to cast light around her while two small feet jogged from place to place in quiet excitement.

She had ways to keep herself under the radar, that was one and perhaps the only trick she had been taught. Even so, unexperienced as she is, it barely took a Master in the ways of the Force to recognize that there was a blanket around her. Or the fact that without it she would be practically beaming like a lighthouse, able to be pinpointed and tracked much like how many unawakened create ripples in the force, unwittingly revealing themselves.

But in spite of her less than special persuasion, the young girl enjoyed the festivities. She finds a wall to lean on though, taking a few deep breaths. To rest her body, and quell her anxiety from the amount of people in one place, people that she did not know.

"I will need to get myself a souvenir." She schemes, in between her laboured breath. But with how shy and stiff she is socially... The girl might just need help with that.
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[Sor-Jan Skywalker]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story

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“I'm Balun Dashiell.”

“Nice to meet you,” the boy said warmly. He realized that he hadn’t introduced himself yet, either. “I’m Sor-Jan,” he said. “My friends call me S.J.”

He kept his last name to himself for the time being. Even though he felt safe in Republic space, especially on the capital, Sor-Jan had found himself in more tight spots than he was comfortable with for mentioning his surname. Of course, he could always use his adoptive family’s name.

“Sor-Jan Cordo,” he amended, hoping the brief pause wasn’t too odd. Luckily, Balun’s story was the perfect topic of conversation.

“If the Force led you here, that means you’re a Jedi… right?” Or a Sith, he thought fearfully. Sor looked to the older man with a curious gaze. There was so much about Jedi and the Force that he didn’t understand, and Balun seemed kind enough to maybe answer a few burning questions.

Tags: Balun Dashiell | Aric Siasides | Aliyah | OPEN​

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stood calmly at the foot of the Senate steps, his sharp gaze lifting toward Kel Se'Taav as the Bothan offered his greeting. With a polite nod, the Dragonoid brought a hand to his chest and dipped into a respectful bow. "My journey was as safe as one might hope for a man of my… reputation," he replied with a dry chuckle, the edges of his mouth curling in quiet amusement.

His gaze then shifted to Mollar Kuhlvult as the Senator descended, catching the flourish of the young heir's cape and the faint air of disdain in his voice. Laphisto's brow lifted faintly at the display, but he said nothing of it, instead turning his attention back to the Bothan before him. "I've come on behalf of the Diarchy," he continued, his tone calm but measured. "To strengthen ties between our governments and explore the potential for a more enduring cooperation. If nothing else, I'm always eager to speak where diplomacy still has a voice."

Laphisto had no idea why he had chosen to be the one to come all this way . granted he had a history on lothal, it was his prison at some time and he faught the Lothal protectorate here, and truth be told he was already in the area talking to them. so it only made since for him to reach out while he was in the area. and already he could feel himself out of his area of expertise. but he would do what he can anyways.

 

[Junpei Kenobi]

“If the Force led you here, that means you’re a Jedi… right?”

"I would say that isn't likely, if he has a child. Jedi don't have children. Or, historically they didn't. I guess that's not really the case anymore. Then again, that may not be his child, but a child being taken to train at a temple. That is traditional for the Jedi. No idea if they still do it. I'm much more interested in the old ways..."
Junpei looked up at the two staring back at him, only just realizing he had rudely wandered into their conversation with his thinking aloud. He had been walking by while looking at a map of Lothal City on his datapad. "My apologies, didn't mean to interrupt. Either of you know where the library is? Or archive or data center, or whatever Lothalites call it." He turned the datapad in different ways to get a fresh perspective. "It's my first time in the city. I'm Junpei, by the way. Junpei Kenobi. Since I happened to overhear your names."
Junpei turned to Balun Dashiell and gave a quick and polite bow of his head. "And thank you for your service, Sir."

 

[Aric Siasides]

TAG: Balun Dashiell , Aliyah , Sor-Jan Skywalker , Junpei Kenobi

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC

Aric?

What?

As Jenara pointed to the young one speaking of Jedi and the others. There was something about him to which she could not put her finger on, but it seemed like there was a level of some kind of familiarity there.

Is he talking about us?

Aric was not in the mood to talk to kids, he wanted to get this long trip over with. However, he knew that this was important and maybe showing some level of interest and diplomacy would help them complete it.

Well then we should go ask him.

Walking slowly over to the two… three? FOUR? If you were asking us, yes, we are. She is Master Jenara Starborn, and I am Master Aric Siasides. We are looking to secure a meeting with the local government.

Jenara just smirked. Excuse him, he’s not used to talking to people. We are looking for support to establish a Temple in the Eskellon Mountains of the nearby planet Kesh.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DAWN OF THE REPUBLIC
A Wild Space Republic Story
Sor-Jan Skywalker | Junpei Kenobi | Aric Siasides

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"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, S.J.," Balun greeted warmly, offering a respectful dip of his head. His smile lingered, easy and genuine, as he took in the presence of the man before him. "That's… a bit of a complicated question, though," he admitted with a short, amused breath, the corner of his mouth twitching in mild self-deprecation.

"The New Jedi Order raised me," he began, his voice calm, though laced with a subtle weight of memory. "But in time, I chose another path. The Jedi will always feel like a second family, but I don't claim the title—not anymore." He shifted slightly, his gaze steady and open. "I still walk with the Force, but these days, I've also found a place in the corporate world… and a few other corners of the galaxy." His words were offered simply, deliberately avoiding a deep dive into the nuances of his journey—he had no desire to burden Sor-Jan with a rambling autobiography.

The sound of approaching footsteps and the murmur of fresh voices pulled his attention. He turned with the ease of a man used to the ebb and flow of company, offering a nod and friendly smile to the new arrivals. As Junpei Kenobi remarked upon his son, Balun's expression brightened with fatherly pride.

"No, the boy's definitely mine," he affirmed with a soft laugh, glancing briefly toward where Kellan remained in Vesha's care. "Some Jedi these days don't cling so tightly to the old ways," he added, his tone light but sincere. "But yes… your guess about my situation is perfectly accurate."

When Aric Siasides chimed in, Balun momentarily hesitated, sorting through the overlapping voices before catching the thread of what was being said. His confusion quickly gave way to quiet appreciation upon hearing mention of another Jedi Temple being rebuilt.

"That's good to hear," he replied with genuine interest. "I visited the Temple on Lothal not long ago—it was inspiring to see how much effort had gone into its restoration." A faint smile returned to his lips. "More Jedi out in the galaxy can only mean more hope, more hands reaching out to help the ones who need it most. And Force knows, the galaxy could always use more of that."

Deidric Drage | Aric Siasides | Kel Se'Taav | Mollar Kuhlvult​

"Speech".
'Thought'.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Interceptor Gear

Armed With: Capture Pistol

Arrived in: TIE/SRRET


Objective: Mingle

Nathan had heard of this faction, but it was only now, after he had recovered somewhat from the loss of his left arm on Tython saving a Jedi from a Lich that he felt comfortable enough to travel.

He wasn't the same man he had been when he had come back from the dead. He had a family. They were not the family he would have imagined having years ago, when all this started.

But they were his. And he loved them deeply, though he still had trouble expressing it, after decades of being emotionally closed off from everyone

Nathan would take on armies to keep them safe. Nathan would take on anyone to keep his new family from suffering the fate of the old.

His family knew that. Which is why she did her best to not put him in that position.

His crimson TIE/SRRET, basically his personal Jedi Courier --

(Cutaway of New Vegas Fiends getting exploded by a Mini-Nuke)

--set down in Lothal City amidst intense celebration. The WSR was young. Less constrained by politics. House Bloodscrawl would be foolish not to extend connections to this faction. It helped that they were mostly a legitimate humanitarian relief organization via their multi-Trillion credit medical corporation, Bacta-Works of Epica.

It was not known that Nathan was the actual head of the business. To the Galaxy at large, that was the occupation of his artificial daughter, the Android Sera Mina .

Nathan was, to almost everyone who knew of him, just an oddball Padawan acting as a Courier--

(Cutaway of a Deathclaw getting exploded by the Bloody Mess Perk)

--transferring messages and materials discreetly between Jedi Enclaves

And now he was here, making connections with other Jedi. Who knows? Perhaps he might find someone who could actually finish his training and Knight him...

He traveled alone, like he normally did, a silent figure in black through crowds of revelers. It reminded him almost of the celebration after Exagol had fallen all those years ago, the day he had formed an alliance with Vera under...hostile conditions.

Nathan felt her presence in his mind, hard edged, waiting for their son to be born. He would have brought her in the open with him...he tired of not being able to be in the open with her...

But as long as she was pregnant, she was sequestered away, his paranoia flaring.

It was justified paranoia.

Nathan soon sensed multiple Jedi nearby, and decided to try and make idol conversation...

Nathan didn't try to smile. Even his own wife found his smile creepy whenever he attempted it without coaching beforehand. Seriously, if you saw it, you'd think it was some Slasher-Villain chit.

Nathan approached, his lack of a left arm perfectly apparent as he stopped by the stall Sor-Jan Skywalker and Balun Dashiell were near and got himself a treat from the seller. A chocolate covered donut. It was extremely rare for him to eat something sweet.

The taste of sugar was deeply strange to him as a result.

"Looks like the this Republic is enthusiastic..." he remarked casually. "Food's good at least. I just hope the enthusiasm is justified..."

Aliyah

Aric Siasides

 

[Deidric Drage]

"Everything alright?"

The woman broke his train of thought as he glanced around and it caught him by surprise to say the least and he did jump slightly. He giggled and nodded his after a while.

"Yes, I'm okay. Don't mind me, I'm just taking in the sights. I'm fairly new around these parts."

Fairly new everyone to be completely truthful, he thought. His first venture off his planet since....ever. So he had to make it a point to be open to what he was seeing and experiencing for the first time. While most of it was pleasant, he knew at the least that there was bad with good.

He hoped today was just good.

"I'm Deidric." The young wolf said with a small nod and the smallest of smiles showed on his face. "Do you live here? This is my first visit to Lothal. What's this festival or celebration about?"

Ever Dawnracer

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

OBJECTIVE: Introductions
LOCATION: Lothal City
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Well, he didn't jump out of his skin, so that was good. Though his giggle was a bit odd. She didn't know many males that giggled. He did seem young, though. Perhaps it was just an affectation of his age.

"Lot of people here are new," she said. "Not all of them seem as on edge as you do."

Even though she was calling him out, she kept a smile on her face to show that she meant no harm by it. If something was bothering him, or he was confused or lost, she was willing to help him out. That was part of what it meant to be a Ranger. Plus, it was part of what it meant to be a part of the Republic. Helping others was what they were supposed to do.

"I'm Ever Rose of Nadiem. It's a good distance from here. Agricultural world."

When he asked what was going on, she shrugged and looked around.

"Celebrating two years of the Wild Space Republic. Those of us that live out here were rather fond of the concept of the Republic so we kept it alive in our own way in various forms. This just happens to be the anniversary of this incarnations founding."

OUTFIT: Outer Layer, Under Armor | GEAR: JSA-VAR, The Ahktar, Matukai Staff
TAGS: Deidric Drage ​