Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 15, 2013 11:45:13 GMT -8
Fear leads to anger…
Anger leads to hate…
Hate leads to suffering…
Those were the famous words of one of the greatest Jedi Masters of the Jedi Order, Master Yoda. As they traveled through space, Vasdonna Bastille often uttered words of similar context. It always revolved around fear and how fear was the intricately decorated dagger of the darkside, hidden within the enemy’s arsenal but likely the most accessible and most powerful tool to the destruction of the lightside. It was a chisel that chipped away at the Jedi’s unity, slowly pulling away chunks of the foundation. Even when Eli had taken Vasdonna’s son, and only living heir, as an apprentice, he had spoken similar words, as they maintained the position of Jedi Watchmen over the Tyus sector. Eli had told him, as they drifted through space: “Submission and wonder are the keystones to apprehension, the weakest and most subtle venom of fear. Apprehension builds into fear and when the mind fails to understand fear, it reacts, producing anger or sadness. Anger coupled with fear produces conflict, fear with sadness produces despair. This is why the Jedi must remain mindful of their emotions. We cannot shy away from them; we must understand these emotions so that we may peacefully conquer them.” Veric, Vasdonna’s son, was as good a padawan as Eli had ever known. But afflicted with an incurable disease that removed the use of his legs on his journey towards Knighthood, he was left to work in the Academy libraries, and Eli was forced to move on. That being said, he kept in constant touch, a responsibility he happily greeted when he accepted his paternal position of godfather.
Such was the way of life for the Jedi Master. What time he had spent teaching at the Academies that he visited, he spoke of the need for understanding and enlightenment. Remaining ignorant to one’s emotions was not a useful strength to the Jedi. He believed, through years of studying books and people alike, that when presented with a stimulus, every sentient being moved through the same chain of events. First, their mind reacts to produce an emotion, after an initial appraisal. A child is kidnapped, the lineage has been lost, the father feels anger, and the mother feels sadness. The body then reacts to the cognitive mind and the cognitive mind assesses the value of the reaction. The father hires an assassin, the mother cries for the child. The father unintentionally causes the death of the child, the mother reaffirms her love for the child and plummets into sorrow. It’s in this way that the emotions and mind were inextricably attached within a cycle, a cycle that must be understood before it can be controlled. The subjective response, the emotion attached to the appraisal of stimulus, needed to be understood. Like a wrench thrown into a cog, the mind could become practiced in such use and discipline could weigh in as the victor. It was a celebratory moment when Eli could look on and see small villages not feeding on their emotions, but instead their emotions confined to the constraints given by the education of an adept mind. Where criminals were punished for the crimes according to the laws, not merely lynched out of contempt born from anger and disgust. Where a father and mother deal with a kidnapping with a sense of tranquility and see their child brought happily back into their arms. These were occurrences, few and far between, that Eli greeted with welcomed embrace.
These were thoughts that filled the Jedi Masters mind as he was led, via wall mounted maps, to the southwestern side of the Jedi Temple, to the Tranquility spire. He used his calloused hands as much as his emerald eyes to guide his path to High Council Chamber. He entered, quietly upon soft steps, to find an almost entirely abandoned facility. Chairs, small and red with metal hoists of silver lining, decorated the room in a circle with a focus of the floor painted in a tan and floral arrangement. The room smelled of newness, wood that was just finished and walls barely mounted to completion.The light shined in from the windows that revealed nearly 3/4 ‘s of the room to the outside metropolitan area. The old man smiled as he approached a window, staring out vacantly into the blue and white sky, graciously accepting the rays of the sun. From his hip, he pulled a small jug and poured clear nutrient water into an earthen cup, to which he cradled in his other hand. With lips curtly curled around the brim, Eli lost himself, deep in thought, and happily devoid of any interruption that may have fallen upon the only other person in the room.
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Ael Jade
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Ael Jade on Nov 15, 2013 14:58:05 GMT -8
Another figure entered the tall Spire that generally housed the meetings of the governing body of the Jedi Order. She was not tall, barely over five feet. But, her Force aura was distinctly tinged with latent dignity. Anyone who looked into her eyes could tell that she was a determined being. In fact, most of the time, it wasn't until later that people who spoke to her realized just how initially unprepossessing she could appear to be. A long black robe was open at the front, hood left hanging down the back, revealing a black tunic and utility belt from which hung two lightsabers and two knives, one of each on each side.
Noticing the presence of another sipping some kind of beverage in an absorbed fashion, she bowed from the waist politely. Also, another, who seemed to have been recently speaking and, since she had recently been talking with Rayliav'enci her thoughts had returned to the old Council of Knowledge on Naboo and she thought perhaps they had once met before. She inclined her head in greetings, but did not break the silence in case he also should be meditating.
I took in the once-familiar surroundings. This was where I had met Serrin Roma many years ago. And when I left I had never envisioned circumstances that could force me to return. Yet, I had done so. Walking over to one of the many windows I looked out upon the nearby skyline of Coruscant, sunlight and shadow dancing across the sides of tall towers throwing them into stark relief against each other and the pale blue of the sky. None of them were as aesthetically beautiful in simplicity as the Jedi Temple in my opinion. And, praise to the Elements! it was much warmer here than in Raylia's office buried away in the bowels of the Archives within the Great Jedi Library.
Eventually Jade turned from the windows and made her way to an unoccupied seat half in light, half in shadow and seated herself comfortably. She crossed her right leg over her left. Green eyes glittered as a light beam glanced across them. Her black hair was twisted up in place and pinned by a matched set of gold and jet hairsticks of an intricate knotwork pattern.
A long time I had been alone. This past year I had returned to Corellia at the request of one of my closest living friends. And that path had now brought me here, to a place where I was once again within the midst of the Jedi Order and surrounded by Jedi. Oddly enough, my initial misgivings were fading to be replaced with a quiet calm. Within this historic edifice filled with the lives of centuries of Jedi, my gaze was drawn to the burned lightsaber hilt I still carried. I didn't know if it even still worked. I'd carried it for over half a century, and I had never once tried to activate it. I wondered what Terra would think if she knew its history.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 17:56:18 GMT -8
As new auras entered the chamber, I awoke from my trance and stepped out onto the mezzanine that was just outside of the chambers and breathed in the cold air
"Temperature, 48.5 degrees common… wind is out of the north-northwest. given traffic, safest route is right on the corner, third tier of traffic…"
And that was the thing, i had the capability to be calculating, i had the smarts, it was just occasionally that i preferred to use my resources keeping a child-like spirit alive. I took an archers position without a bow aiming not toward my "safe spot, but rather low and at the wall inside aiming at the two bodies within the chamber. my left arm held the bow as my right arm held what should be the string. then lifting my forward left foot i barely scraped it across the ground as my body moved around until a glimmer of light reflected in my eye from a passing transport's mirror
now.
shifting weight back onto my front leg, I pushed my right hand forward and release the tensed up synaptic energy that had been in my body since before the Sacking of Carida. the energy sprang from my finger tips in a thread of Emerald energy.
"Much better, nothing like a release of synaptic energy to balance out the immune system… makes a man regular."
Stepping back into council chamber, I took a look around and saw the two people also in the room, one was drinking an unknown liquid from an earthen cup… Not quite sure what is in the cup, could be tea, could be booze, best not to ask. … the other person sat in a councilor's chair and from her aura, she belonged in that chair. walking in i bowed in front of her and in escense began rambling
"Good day high councilor. I am Diamonte Tuhlute. Son of Iríto, Grandson of Pala. I come bearing news of the base on carida. in a battle with a Mandalorian Armada, the planet and the base were destroyed. the leader of the watchmen, Adieumus Matango set the temple on coruscant as a rendezvous point once we were free of the armada… but the fact that i am the only Jedi present here leads me to assume that I was the only survivor of the battle."
then realization dawns on me
"You are master Ael Jade, are you not? Ashla, i remembered something friendly in your aura from way back in my childhood."
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Ael Jade
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Ael Jade on Nov 15, 2013 18:28:54 GMT -8
The base on Carida was destroyed? I had not heard this, though it would explain why Matango had not responded to me earlier. However, Diamonte seemed to be labouring under a misunderstanding. I decided to address this first.
Jade spoke quietly, "Good day to you as well, Diamonte, but I am simply a Master if rank is what matters." She simply knew that whoever was participating, meetings tended to take up time and she preferred to sit down rather than stand in place. "More recently, I believe we met on Carida itself---" she broke off, considering him narrowly. "What happened there?" And the unspoken question 'who was involved'?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 18:45:08 GMT -8
With an oversized smile that seemed to symbolize that I had goofed up and made a fool of myself.
"my apologies Master, I just assumed that only members of the high council sat in the particular chairs in this chamber. … and yes, i do remember you from Carida… but beyond Puck… sliding in to catch your attention, I must confess that Master Frantz had me practically re-wiring the entire base."
Lilting on the name of my recently passed friend i felt bad that in a war he did not choose to take part in, an innocent soul died twice, and now i could not even tell if he was in the ether.
But when i was asked what had happened, i paused for a moment before explaining the the events that led to the 'battle'
"after your assault on Mandalmines, the Mandalorians learned of Jedi involvement faster than i believe Master Adi anticipated. i can only Assume that Mand'alor himself instructed Taung H'rel to command the Armada that attacked the carida base and destroyed the planet. I was tasked with security from the lowest level and i was given the order that once the base was Evacuated i was to trigger a Meltdown explosion, and then get off world. the Rendezvous point was supposed to be at the temple on Coruscant, but i am the first to arrive. and i fear… the only."
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Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 17, 2013 12:24:36 GMT -8
~”Have you ever met anyone evil, before?”
“Define evil and how you see such things.”
“Evil is the oppression of one’s will by another.”
“Ah yes, Vasdonna once told me the same thing. I asked him, what of the tide that wills itself upon the land? What of the rancor that eats upon the cattle? Are these things evil, as well?”
Eli approached the window of the small apartment, furnished in lavish furniture and old wood tables, smelling of a world he had once wished to be a part of it. It was compensation, the secretary had said, for future services rendered. There was a dispute between two small villages, on the outskirts of a small island on Zelos II, and Eli and his apprentice were sent to seek out a peaceful resolution to what had historically been a very bloody disagreement. As such, he had gratefully accepted the abode for the time being, having nowhere else to reside while trying to bring this small war to an end. He didn’t see it as payment, as these were not his peers, and this place was currently abandoned anyway. All the men and women had been enlisted into each village’s militia and none of them had time for vacations to the lavish lifestyle this room had intended to simulate.
“I’m not sure I understand, Master.” The young boy smiled meekly as he approached the window, raven haired and blue eyed with freckles sprinkled delicately against his pale skin. Eli puffed out his chin, a sign of him thinking, and he looked to his padawan and reciprocated the smiling gesture.
“No, I imagine you don’t. That is the nature of these arrangements, for you to learn things you previously had not. Otherwise, I would call you master and you would call me Eli. But the universe has seen fit to put things in these extravagant composition for a reason. Now…” He looked back out to the window, as clean as he had ever seen, to gaze into the emerald eyes of his own reflection. “Evil, many would say, is an inherent trait, born through the darkness of the force. The will of this side of the force reacts upon the selected elite to form the most extreme of the spectrum, the evil side, as you would call it.” He smiled once again, a reflection of a gesture he hoped brought comfort to those who viewed it. “But you would say it is the oppression of one’s will by another. The cruel control the weak and meager, if you will. Thus, by your definition, the roots of a tree that bring control to the soil are evil, for they push their will upon the land around them. The water of the tides of Kamino are evil, because they have swallowed the land whole. In the eyes of the evil, are the good not evil for oppressing their will upon them? “
“No master…” The young boy wore his heart on his sleeve and in this moment, his heart was as confused as his mind. The old man, just showing signs of gray within the close crop cut of his hair, wore a smile at nearly all times. His skin was dark, like chocolate, and his eyes were the darkest green the boy had ever known.
“It’s a matter of choice. It’s the choice to be cruel, when mercy would suffice. It‘s the choice to break when you could instead build. It’s the choice of death over life. It’s the choice to justify the means by the ends.”
“Are we…good, then?” The boy looked up to the master, trying to understand what was currently being discussed.
“We are…because we hope for a peaceful world where others seek out destruction, crippled by the fear of possibilities. We have made a choice to lift up those who are not as strong as us, to consider them a gift, instead of a burden. Because that is what they are, a gift to be cherished. Just as we once were, before we learned to be strong. Such is the way of things.”~
His memory was interrupted by a speeder flying far too close to the window he viewed from, and from the interaction of the two Jedi in the room with him. Pulling his free hand out, he felt the touch and warmth of the sun on the palm of his hand, and cupped the nutrient water in his other. He turned to walk towards the two Jedi, his coat and clothes beneath levitating effortlessly above the polished floor in quite echo of his footsteps. He had re-awoken just in time to hear their introductions and of the news of Carida. He silently mourned the loss of life, the world of such beauty erased in an ever expanding need for conquest and bloodshed. He re-assured himself that with death comes birth, and with every crime there is a criminal that will be brought to justice, by the laws of man or the laws of God. But he couldn't help thinking of the Caridan system, a place he had visited from time to time with Vasdonna, and of the magical nature of the carnivorous plants caught on the evolutionary rung between grass and Zelosian.
"Diamonte Tuhlute and Ael Jade, I am Eli Vandal, watchmen of the Tyus Sector." The title was more unofficial then anything else, as Zelos II was far removed from the politics of the Senate and the Jedi Order. Nevertheless, given the position of Master, he acted in ways that paralleled the Watchmen and emphasized the training given to Jedi Consulars. As he introduced himself, he gave a small bow with his hand pressed against his chest.
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Nov 18, 2013 6:33:43 GMT -8
*It has been a long time since I had been to the council chambers on Coruscant, in fact the last time I had been here Dunta had still been with us. A sudden pang of loss almost threatened to overwhelm him and break open the barely contained emotional wound left after the destruction of Carida. While a event was tragic on a galactic scale there was a much more personal loss involved for me. Carida had been my home for more than a decade of my life in my youth and I had lost many many friends with it's destruction, including a former apprentice. An even more tragic loss came from my two nephews, members of the Caridan Rangers who had been stationed on planet when the event had occurred. Anger began to surface as I made my way up the tallest tower of the temple. The Mando would pay for what they did, for the destruction they caused, they would... NO... squelching my anger with pleasant memory of Corellia and some of our antics from back in the day I continue my assent, forcing myself to bring my usual half-smile to my face as I open the doors to the council chambers. *
*I am not exactly the most visually appealing person in the room that is for sure. My brown hair and beard are flecked with much more grey than usual which combined with the unhealthy look of my skin makes me look 10 years older than the 53 I have really lived. I have lost some weight in the past few days, making the tan multi-pocketed mechanic's jumpsuit I wear under my blue robes hang extra lose on me. The sunken look of my eyes would be somewhat offset by the smile on my face that doesn't quite fully reach my eyes. All things considered I look like a wreck, but about as good of a wreck as possible in this case I suppose. *
*Looking around I force my anger down once again, thankful that I have withdrawn my presence from the force, not wanting to upset anyone else with my own feelings of barely contained guilt and regret. I am pleased to see Monte, considering that I had been unsure if he had made it off Carida alive because I had already been outbound from the planet when the attack began. I was also pleased to see Ael Jade was present, the woman had been doing a wonderful job of keeping Corellia intact while the rest of us ran across the galaxy. Nodding to both of them as I reach where they are gathered I turn my attention to the third member of the group and held out my hand.* I'm Mike *It was a simple greeting, but I never was much for formality, and I certainly wasn't about to start now. Although I had attended a few similar meetings in the past this was the first time I had encountered this man.*
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 18, 2013 7:01:01 GMT -8
The deep blue skinned, statuesque Twi'lek archaeologist entered the council chamber, her hands buried in the large square pockets on the well worn cream sweater she wore over her lilac tunic and silvery grey linen skirt. She rather hated attending these meetings as she was merely an archaeologist, she was likely to never know the weight of leading the order on her shoulders. She enjoyed the life she lead, the quietness of the archives, the inquisitive nature of her students and the passion for which she carried in her work. She practiced her combat training often, to remain sharp, her muscle memory constantly refreshed with the feeling of her saber in her hand, but unlike the Shadows that also reported to the Council of First Knowledge, she had no want to engage the enemy outside the walls.
Raylia noted the presence of the others in the room with a polite bow before she tried to press herself along the back wall, a subconscious motion to blend in when she was the only nonhuman in the room. She stood out simply being herself. Her tchun curled around her shoulders, a tell to anyone who knew her very well that she was uncomfortable with the circumstance but would probably be lost on the people currently contained in the room, as she only recognized Master Jade from her office earlier and Master Frantz from his tenure on the High Council.
She leaned against the wall between a pair of windows, as out of the way as possible, her mind running though the events in the library again. The girl was an enigma and Raylia couldn't turn down a good mystery.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 9:14:30 GMT -8
As Jade was quiet I took the tone to mean that i should just shut up and move somewhere else. or more specifically i made my way to a far corner of the roundish room and sat down on the ground. For some reason it felt more like i belonged there than in any of the chairs, even if they weren't designated for those this gathering would decide as the the new high council, my promotion was still just setting in, and earnestly i desired that i could refuse the promotion before others in the order learned of it and i was officially listed as a master.
thinking to myself i wondered where i could go from here. there was part of me that was as naive as when i was a padawan on the Blue Tiger, another part of me just didn't want to fight. the more i thought about it… the more my mind gathered toward the planet of Bakura. it was isolated in wild space from everything else, yet even here i heard rumor that there was some temple devoted to Ashla.
Hearing my name i turned and nodded to Eli as he introduced himself and then Mike entered the room. seeing one other person that did not Name herself… i spoke up "It is a pleasure to see those already gathered, I am Diamonte Tuhlute, shoppe owner, Artisan, and transitional master" silently hating myself for letting that last part slip out, I expected some confused faces so i Elaborated. "I received a battlefield promotion prior to the start of the Sacking of carida, and was informed that I had to visit the council so they could make it official." turning to mike i picked up a small comm device that i bought from within the temple and sent a secure text based message to mike
[::Puck's Dead::]
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Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 18, 2013 9:26:34 GMT -8
Struggle and conflict were concepts born of opposing emotions. Fear and anger, surprise and anticipation, trust and distaste, happiness and sadness. But now, the conflict was breeding and multiplying from the closeness that misunderstanding now took with aggression. Eli could feel it, even when Mike attempted to hide it away. They all misunderstood the carnage of Carida, the destruction and mayhem across the universe, and they comforted it with supposed future aggression of justice served. It seemed that Mike felt the burden of his heart even more so than Eli, likely given additional misery from the fondness he felt for the planet and those who lingered there, far beyond the time of safe consideration. If it were not of Eli’s nature, intuitive and open, he would not have foreseen such control that Mike placed upon himself.
It was in this that Eli found himself tumbling, once more, against the delineation between control and conquest, when it came to one’s emotions. Control, while instantly gratifying, did not necessarily beget conquest. And it was the duty of the mind to conquer their emotions, through understanding. Instead of controlling his emotions, Eli consoled them with a new view on the circumstances, thus persuading them more than controlling them, which was a hop skip and a jump away from total conquest. It was only when your emotions did what you asked, instead of what they were told, that success could be assumed. It was a passive and indirect route, but one that was far easier to interpret from the standpoint of a former Consular.
Eli had never met Mike, that is true, but he had heard of him. Nothing specific that he could remember, just that he was a Jedi Master of particular note and of particular oddity. His electric blue eyes casted out of his sockets with deep determination, a tired and old man, moved forward by required purpose. Eli and Mike were nearly the same height, though Eli’s eyes refracted with renewed vigor and an emerald gaze that seemed to pierce deeper than flesh. Despite his age of over 60, he appeared just nearing the age of seniority, black hair turning to pepper. His aura was pregnant with ideological hope, cascading with a resilience as strong as oak and more stubborn than any beskar. He shifted the cup of nutrient water to his left hand and met the Jedi Masters hand with his own, a smile to match the technical expert’s.
“Well met, Master Frantz. I am Eli Vandal, Sage and Watchmen of the Tyus Sector.” The Zelosian's grip was less than firm, but the skin of his palm was calloused and as hard as cobblestone. He was a Jedi of little acclaim and came to the realization that lengthy introductions may be in order for those who were unaware of his existence. The extension of his arm pulled the fabric of his coat back, revealing thin white bands stripped across the brown skin of his forearm, seemingly tattooed against the flesh and eternal. From the perhipherals, he noted the entrance of Raylia and gave her just attention with a singular nod before turning back to Diamonte. He smirked, attempting to find a gesture between a smile and a frown, and nodded, sipping from the cup once more, which was obviously carbonated and smelled of earthy tones.
"Official or not, you are a Master...Master Tuhlute. The modifier is an unnecessary load, gladly removed from your shoulders." The realm of unofficial was a place Eli had much experience in, thinking of himself as the unofficial watchmen of the Tyus Sector. That being said, he considered the position as important as someone officially recognized, if not more so. And just from how he had seen Diamonte present himself, so far, he had an innate confidence in the man's character.
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Jerek Morrows
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 18, 2013 13:15:18 GMT -8
The only truly traditional thing that the man moving slowly into the chambers wore was a black and tattered cowl, one that shrouded his face and features more than acting as a badge of station. His lightsaber hung idly in plain view, though it almost seemed out of place. The man's arms hung at his sides, and in spite of his darker demeanor and the gripping feeling that he was out of place, even as far as to be swirling about him in the depths of the Force, he was the epicenter of a supernova of stoicism and calm; much like Coruscant itself, at the heart of turmoil, Jerek Morrows was a thing of constancy.
He rarely deigned to show himself among his Jedi peers, as his place wasn't that of a Knight or Master in the traditional sense. In fact, since he had been lifted out of the fog that being a Padawan had shrouded him in, he hadn't felt like a Jedi at all. Not that it stopped him from being one. His duties took him to places that others would not- could not - go, and he saw things that the others had never seen, and would probably never withstand if they did. The dark side, not just of the Force, but of humanity.
His blotted out features never seemed to fix on any one thing or person; instead, Jerek appeared to be fully aware and intent on all of his surroundings. As if, more than anyone, it was imperative that he be alert. Something about the way he carried himself said that such things had narrowly kept him alive.
Eyes that seemed distant assessed the council when they came into view, and his fingers fidgeted almost nervously as his lip twitched, something of a nervous tick. He had been a gifted child, even from the very beginning. Taken into the Jedi Order, trained, constantly driven to do right, and to excel. The gifts he had- namely, Telepathy- had become rather vexing, at times. He could control it, but surface thoughts that raced around, especially in crowded places like this, tended to reverberate. And get very loud.
He blinked slowly, taking a deep breath to focus himself, and he waited. He had much to report, and very little time to waste doing it. They seemed to be busy, and he noted that he had not seen many of them before. And if he had, they probably would not remember it. Jerek made sure that most Jedi never saw his face. Not in the capacity that entailed his dressing formally, at least. That way, if they saw him in the field, they almost certainly would not know him. And would therefore not compromise his cover.
Still, he was half interested to see how this bunch operated.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Nov 18, 2013 15:04:02 GMT -8
Jade bowed solemnly enough in reply to Eli Vandal, quietly introducing herself in turn as "Ael Jade, Master, recently arrived from the Corellian Academy." She had not met him before, likewise with Jerrek Morrows. For Raylia, she smiled warmly. Then, turning to Mike Frantz, she half-bowed, "Greetings Master Frantz." The last time she had seen him she had attempted to help him rewire enough of the ruins on Carida that they could use it as an HQ. And now it was gone as Diamonte had just informed her earlier.
She would have to make time to speak to him later, and find Terra again. The young woman was probably becoming impatient at being left behind so many times by now. Jade winced. She herself would not have been pleased in a reversal of the situation.
Light glinted momentarily in her eyes as she contemplated Jerrek Morrows, before moving on again. The way he held himself it seemed to her as if he was conveying a great favor upon the assembling Jedi by attending this meeting. The corners of her lips twitched in a quickly suppressed smile. No doubt all of them had things to be doing, work that they had been called away from. But, each of them was also here in support of an Order greater than any of themselves standing alone as an isolated integer. To be honest, she did not seek out meetings. They tended to interfere with her plans. But, when called upon, she was still determined to do her bit for the greater good.
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 18, 2013 20:40:01 GMT -8
*A meeting of Masters. A gathering to determine the future of the Jedi. Yet again. Only now, in the middle of more dire circumstances. Aerandir entered the High Council chambers, outfitted in white adventure robes. He'd contemplated wearing something more solemn, but couldn't bring himself to; the Jedi had to move forward, not linger. He looked around the room, recognizing one, maybe two individuals. And currently, he was the only member present of the previous High Council, a title he was not sure he would retain after today.
Not yet was there any word on the true fates of those at Yavin. Master Roma was away, as was Raven. It was himself and Masters Son'tir and Dewe that remained. But this was no shuffling of the Council; this was a complete and total reevaluation, a reelection. Understandable, the fates of the current Councilors were unknown, and the three left were less capable of determining who could lead them onward rather than most of the Masters of the Order; Aerandir trusted them, or else they would not be appointed Masters. If they deemed him capable of continuing to lead the Order, that was in their hands. Same for his fellow current—and possibly former—Councilors.
But that was only one of the issues. The other was the Mandalorian threat. It was getting worse. It was the reason Councilors were missing... why a planet was missing. He didn't think the Mandalorians would actually go through and destroy multiple planets, but he wasn't sure just how psychotic this new leader of theirs was. More than he thought, apparently. It meant he had to be taken care of... soon. For the sake of more than just those who practiced the Force.
Aerandir said nothing to the others, merely acknowledging them with a nod. He did not take a seat, despite his current position, and merely stood behind the ring of chairs, remaining attentive, folding his arms over his chest. Tom should have been in here. Aerandir valued the man's opinion highly and felt he was entitled to listen in on their discussions. But Tom had no interest in being somewhere he felt he didn't belong, despite holding the title of Master, something he easily deserved. Far more than Aerandir himself, and many other Jedi he'd known. But Tom had always considered himself "Gray," always choosing to listen to the Force and follow its guidance rather than any Council. Aerandir had argued that that meant very little and that he could still listen to the matters that weren't about the Council, but Tom still insisted that all he needed to know were the reports. Where he was right now, Aerandir was not sure, but that was not important at this point in time; he would find the man later.*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 21:31:31 GMT -8
Jedi Master Rawkill, at a grand total of 1 meter, clad in tailor made jedi robes over which was his cloak, which identified which tribe of warriors he had belonged to. He scanned the already assembled Masters, before his gaze came upon one Jedi Master Mike Frantz, one of a small number of face he still remembered from his time at the Fondor Academy.
The short Ewok then did, what can only be described as a waddle, towards the Jedi Master and those that were in his company. He stopped just to Master Frantz's left side, hailing all those assembled as he looked up at his friend, doing his best to remember his lessons with the Galactic Basic Language
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Sku Master Frantz. How are you?
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Nov 18, 2013 22:20:57 GMT -8
The man known as Adieumus Matango appeared to be a little worse for wear. His left lower leg was in a cast, and he was walking with a crutch under his armpit. His right arm was in a sling, and fresh bandages were wrapped around it. There was also a bandage around his head, covering his left eye. These injuries he had sustained in the unsuccessful defense of Carida against the Mandalorians. He had lost his entire combat team, Quick Response Delta in the action there, but they had held long enough for the evacuation of the high gravity world before it was blown to smithereens. It had broken his body, to be sure, but not his spirit. Now, more than ever, he was determined to stop the slaughter. He moved slowly, but with purpose as he made his way into the chamber. Many had gathered, and there was an air of change within the hallowed halls.
Even in his battered state, Adi could feel it.
Limping his way to a seat in the back of the room...more a stool in the corner, away from the Council Circle, Adi sat down. He would report what had happened at the appropriate time, and not before. If Carida had taught him anything, it was to not speak so loudly anymore...both figuratively and literally. He could be patient, and wait until he was asked by the Council to do so. Closing his left eye, Adi slipped into a light meditation, to ease the pain of his wounds. He had refused to take the painkillers, opting instead for his herbal remedies. While it didn't exactly take away all of the pain, it took enough of the edge off to allow him to connect with the force, and soothe them further.
This was not the same brash, arrogant Jedi that had left for Carida a few short months ago...Matango was forever changed by his experiences there. Many lessons had been taught over the last few months....not least of which was humility. Such things happen when one is handed one defeat after another, culminating in what Matango felt was the greatest failure in the recent history of the Jedi.
He had allowed the destruction of an entire planet. He fully expected the Jedi Council to oust him as Watch Lead, and put someone more competent in charge of the team. Couldn't really blame them...they gave him a task, and he had failed that task miserably. He just sat quietly, and waited for the hammer to come down.
It would only be a matter of time before it would, after all....
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Nov 19, 2013 3:00:49 GMT -8
Jedi Master Jena Shaewe entered the council chambers silently, her blue eyes scanning the room. She was dressed in traditional Jedi clothing, given the exception of the black knee length robe which she pulled tighter around her five foot, four inch frame. She had left Coruscant five years ago, after Travis' death, with no intention of returning anytime soon - and when she first stepped foot back on the planet all the memories of those last few days with her husband came rushing back. Shaking her head slightly, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and focused on the here and now.
When she received word that the Jedi Masters were asked to meet on the planet, she hesitated but then realized that in light of recent events, namely the Mandolorians declaring war on pretty much every Force user in the galaxy, and the attack and blockade of Yavin IV, that it was important that the Jedi show a united front. So now here she was once again standing in the Jedi Temple, in the Council Chambers no less. Gazing around the room, she saw many faces but only recognized two people: Aerandir Calmcacil and Adieumus. Silently noting the cast on Adieumus' leg, she raised an eyebrow before nodding respectfully to both men. After another glance around the room, she moved off to the side and sat down on a small bench along the back wall near the door to await the beginning of the proceedings....
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 19, 2013 9:13:33 GMT -8
Devlin Dewe walks into the Council Chambers, his normal smile absent from his face.
He wore different robes for this occasion, opting instead for more formal attire. He wore his High Councilor robes, in honor of those who would not be present: a tan sleeveless robe with a black Jedi crest above his heart, a white, log sleeved tunic, and tan pants tucked into his tall, black boots. A lightsaber hung at his side from his black belt. His normally clean-shaven face looked haggard and had a few days' growth of beard on it. He had his hair pulled back neatly. But his eyes were grim. He had seen and heard too many reports of casualties to appear his normal self. The assaults on Yavin and Ossu weighed heavily on his mind. Though he did not yet know the extent of the destruction on Carida. His thoughts lingered on the Mandalorians; but they were not thoughts of malice or revenge. Instead, he sought a shatterpoint to end the conflict.
He approaches the gathered Masters quietly. Spotting Adiemus Matango, he makes his way to the other Master's side. The subtle scent of Adi's herbal remedies fills Devlin's nose. He refrains from raising an eyebrow and instead takes in the man's rough appearance. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, nearly a whisper.
"Much has happened since we last met, Master Matango."
The last time Devlin had been in these chambers, he had met with old friends for serious business. This time was no different. Except for the lack of a few faces. Sadness lingered for those not represented. He still felt slightly uneasy about the city-planet, preferring the comforting embrace of nature to the raw skylines of the city. Any city, not just those of Coruscant's capital.
Though he knew others might look to him as a High Councilor, he wanted to first attend to an old friend who appeared injured, not just in body. People were the Order.
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Post by Adi on Nov 19, 2013 13:37:21 GMT -8
A familiar presence approached, and Adi felt the warmth of a friend....Master Devlin Dewe. The last time he had contact with Master Dewe outside of a holoprojector was the last fight on Ossus. Even there, Adi had been carted off, hovering on the edge of death. It seemed that every time Matango had crossed paths face to face with this man, he was beaten to chaos and back.
Then again, from one scrap or another, Adi was -usually- beat up pretty badly. No sooner would his wounds heal when he was thrust into another fight...it was amazing he was still alive, and only by Ashla's grace had he survived this last one. Funny how a planet exploding behind you can show you how wrong you have been...about a lot of things. Mortal beings knew not the meanings of why the powers that be allowed the chips to fall as they did. It was not for the ones with a finite life to even begin to hope to understand the fabric of fate. Adi had learned that the hard way. Just when he was questioning things the most, Ashla showed him why he had to endure...to go on. While Bogan simply lapped at his chops that another powerful force entity might be joining the ranks of the dead. The choice was preserve life, and continue to protect it to the best of his ability...or die, and give the darkness its revenge.
Faith at that point was, quite literally, life or death. Fall, and forever forsake his Mother...or be taken up in her embrace. Adi had made the choice to live, and that was why he was still here. He would continue to protect the innocents in the universe. He would continue to stand between those people, and the ones that would do them harm. Even though his body was broken, he had left Carida with his faith in the light once again intact.
Rising from the stool gingerly, Adi bowed to Master Dewe as best as he could.
"Indeed, Master Dewe. It would seem the universe has been turned upside down in the time since last we've spoken. Forgive me, I got into a fight with a bully. He needed to be taught not to pick on those he felt weaker than himself.
If you think I look bad, you should see -him-."
It hurt to even stand up, let alone bow...but be damned, the man in front of Adi deserved much respect. Word had trickled out about the atrocities on Ossus, and the suffering there. It was good to still see the venerable Master still alive and kicking.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 14:00:18 GMT -8
I nodded as i saw Adi, i was relieved that he had made it out before the bomb. but seeing the bandages made it seem that informing him about puck would wait until later. Standing up i let the edges of my aura envelop near where Adi was standing, Mixing waves of healing calm in with my aura
"It is good that you made it off world you stubborn Choreamnos. though to be honest, I saw holo cams of you and the mandalorian commander as i set the reactors to overload. you were definitely worse for the wear"
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 19, 2013 14:36:04 GMT -8
At Adi's bow, a faint smile touches Devlin's lips for a moment. He bows his head in respect to his old friend.
"Indeed. I think we fight the same, a family of bullies. They push us hard."
Too hard, in Devlin's estimation. The losses suffered at the hands of the Mandalorian crusade were grave, if the reports were to be believed. Devlin did not doubt them, just hoped they weren't estimated on the low end. But the Order would survive. The group gathered here would see to that.
He places a hand gently on Adi's shoulder.
"I'm certain they are tales worthy of recording; but rest now and be at peace. Here, there is no battle. No need to stand on my account. You look barely able to move. I'm surprised you made it as far as this stool."
He grins at Diamonte, a bit of his old self returning now that he stands among friends and fellow Jedi.
"That is usually how Master Matango likes to fight. He lures his opponent into a false sense of victory and strikes at their overconfidence."
Devlin winks.
"If he didn't fall behind, the victory wouldn't be as dramatic."
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