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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Nov 19, 2013 16:23:49 GMT -8
Suddenly a holoimage of Zion, clad in his usualy robes and armour, materialized on the bench right next to Jena. Although he had heard the summons to the Temple on Coruscant, he still had a great deal of work left to do on Honoghr with regards to organizing the Temple and getting it running properly again. So he split the difference and instead called in to the meeting, preffering to remain out of the way, whilst studying the various Jedi assembled
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 19, 2013 17:47:15 GMT -8
He was the last of the remaining High Councilors to arrive.
The Council Chamber doors opened, and for a moment, it felt like the silence moved for eternity as the heavy falls of black knee high boots traversed the gulf between the door and his current position in the Order-- his seat in the Jedi High Council Spire.
He wore traditional deep brown and tan robes with his typical lightsaber hilts hanging from both sides of his waist. His typically jovial face and grizzled grin now replaced and endless despair as this war ravaged on. His piercing blue eyes paled with the sight of blood and flame brought on, in some part, by his very own kinsmen. Yet his heart weaped for his true kinsmen of which he has sworn fealty to. He continued to walk, each Master he encountered on his way in seemed to part the way as he drudged to his seat.
The Nine seats sat in a circle around the room, the fantasms of their former inhabitants glimmered in his mind as clear as they were when he has witnessed them so many times in the past. The serenity of Serrin Roma; the courageous Dunta Coral; the patience of Raven Alora; the jovial Jago Pulastra; the audacious Dav Man'sell. All absent. Gone. The lump seemed to grow in his throat with each passing image and with each breath taken. . .taken
So much has been taken from so many close to him. He passes Adi Matango, a newly commissioned Master and his old friend Mike Frantz-- both survivors of one of the biggest disasters to date of this war. He makes eye contact with the two; a small nod. Nothing else is needed for the three have among them some of the strongest bonds the Order has right now. In a away, the failures that have accumulated fall largely on the three of them. Carida. Yavin. Ossus. Dressel. Where will this end?
His eyes, go beyond, through the massive pain glass windows that is bathing the Council Spire with sunset glow, towards the Senate Rotunda. Where now assuredly, the Military Council and the Senate as a whole is convening, led largely by Mon Calamari; who has sustain there own attacks-- both at the capitol and at home. He failed to protect them; he failed to prepare them.
An elegant shadow is silhouetted; Master Ael Jade, a recent appointee to the Corellian Academy. A sharp ping in his rib cage stabbed at him as the guilt of not stewarding his home academy that he claims to be headmaster properly drives the pain deeper then any vibroblade.
He breaks eye contact with the master and looks down at the traditional jedi robes he has dawned and has dawned for decades; now seems. . . . foreign to him. As he approached his seat among the other two seated High Councilors, his fingers of his right hand explored the opposite sleeve; then the brown leather stabilizing the tunic at the middle as if. . .for the first time. What was he wearing? Where was he? Who are these others?
Who was he?
The glimmering tears of loss and confusion lock in his eyelids as if behind ray shields; the eyes make contact with Master Calmcacil's and a small nod of readiness came from the chin.
This isn't working. Whoever this is. This is not Jedi Master Will Son'tir.
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Post by Tyor D'nec on Nov 19, 2013 18:45:36 GMT -8
The Jawa Jedi Master known as Tyor D'nec walked into the High Council Chambers, his presence in the Force restrained and yet tinged with sorrow and empathetic pain. He had felt the destruction of Carida through the Force, been drawn out of his hermitage by the echoes of the act which had resonated out through the Force, and now as he stood within the council chambers he could feel the sorrow and physical pain emanating from the Jedi who sat towards the back of the room. Tyor could not quite place a name to the battered face, mostly due to the fact that it had been some time since he had seen any of these people, but none the less the gentle healer and botanist felt for the man. He could feel the Force moving through the injured Jedi Master, could feel that the man was tending to his injuries, but he could not simply stand by when another was injured. Moving over to Adieumus, the Jawa spoke softly, his high-pitched Jawaese mostly drowned out by the translation which came from the device which he wore about his neck within the confines of his hood.
"Excuse me Master Matango, but is there any way in which I can help?" Placing a soft-furred hand gently upon the outside of Adieumus' thigh, the diminutive Jedi Master spoke when an appropriate break occurred in the conversation that the man was holding for him to continue. "This may not be the time nor place for a full healing, but if you would like I can at least aid you with the pain so that you may better focus on the meeting once it starts." The small Jedi carried himself and spoke in a way which seemed to avoid attention, as if he had no desire to seem great or even to be noticed. It was in no way an intentional attempt to hide, but rather the result of him allowing the Force to flow through and around him naturally without any attempt to separate himself from it. This impression was aided by the fact that he looked no different than any other Jawa, although if one paid closer attention they might notice that instead of the normally rank odor which accompanied most Jawa Tyor D'nec instead smelled faintly of soil, herbs, and various plants, as well as of what seemed to be apple cider.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Nov 20, 2013 8:57:42 GMT -8
Diamonte stepped up, and Matango couldn't help but chuckle at the comment. Dia meant no disrespect or harm, but being in a foxhole with someone *in essence* when the world is raining down upon you? That tends to draw people together. If it werent for Monte...well, Adi didn't even want to -think- what would have happened to the Jedi and others involved on Carida. Before he could respond to Master Dewe, however, another Master approached, one that Adi had only seen in passing here and there, but had a reputation as a fantastic healer.
Adi needed not healing of the sort that Master D'nec was offering. Just the kindness that the Jawa was showing was more than enough.
"Your offer is most kind and generous, Master D'nec, but slow healing tends to make one remember not to make the same mistakes twice. In my case....more than twice."
Adieumus winked at the shorter-statured Jedi, and chuckled....which hurt...which caused him to cough...which hurt more. The Arkanian Jedi was getting reminders of his mistakes in spades right now, and he sat back down. Well, rather he plopped back down upon the stool rather unceremoniously.
"Forgive me. So does anyone know why the "old folks' society" has summoned us here? Is there some sort of counter-offensive being planned?"
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Post by Tyor D'nec on Nov 20, 2013 9:50:09 GMT -8
Tyor smiled gently within the darkened confines of his hood, not entirely surprised by the man's refusal; he had healed many warriors in his time and such men often preferred to fully experience their injuries. Beyond that, however, Adieumus seemed to be burdened by a great deal of sorrow and regret which was alluded to by his words; If so, the Jedi Watchman was likely choosing to suffer as some form of atonement or something. Sighing softly, Tyor reached up to lower the hood of his Jawa robes, revealing his rodent-like visage and gentle, yellow eyes which blinked repeatedly as his sensitive vision adjusted to the direct lighting. With the hood lowered one could see the more traditional robes of a Jedi beneath the worn browns of his Jawa robes, and was from the folds of said robes that the diminutive healer withdrew a thermos and a worn, carved wooden cup with no handles.
Unscrewing the lid, Tyor filled the cup with a steaming, warm liquid which he then held up for Adieumus to take. "As you wish Master Matango; at the very least please have a cup of spiced apple cider. I made this batch during my journey here from Tatooine, and the fresh medicinal herbs and spices within should at least help to take the edge off." Smiling softly up at the man, he produced another wooden cup from his robes and poured himself a fresh cup, which he held to his nose with both hands and breathed deeply of the scent. Taking a sip, he licked his lips of the delicious drink before speaking again. "We must certainly be mindful of past mistakes Master Matango, but be careful not to dwell too heavily upon them; Just as no physical injury can heal if the scab is picked at, no injury of the heart can mend if one does not allow it to..." With that he took another sip of his warm cider, saying no more for the moment as he enjoyed his drink and allowed Adieumus to return to what he had been doing.
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 20, 2013 11:00:36 GMT -8
Among a swarm of intel, Jerek had heard swift news of the attack on Carida; to his disdain, the Jedi Operations on the planet had been almost as well kept a secret as most of the Shadow operations. In short, a dangerous bit of knowledge, to know that the Jedi had secrets of equal import to their Black Ops unit. Even so far as to keep that unit in the dark.
Seeing Matango in the condition revealed much of why the traditional Jedi ought to keep the better part of the Order in the loop. He could have requested aid, or at the very least, involved the Republic in Carida's defense. Secret ops units worked alone. And if you're caught, you don't exist. You deny everything. You die for your secrets. Jerek remained silent about that particular bit of information as Adieumus spoke with the Jawa Master Tyor, instead observing the rest of the crowd as he folded himself into the darker recesses of the room.
He belonged further away from the Jedi- his existence could potentially threaten them, if they were privy on a larger scale to what he did. And in turn, their knowledge could jeopardize him. No, he had to find out what was going on here, set the leadership apart from the rest, and make a report.
Drawing out a datapad, Jerek idly thumbed through a series of encrypted messages- that was how Shadows kept in touch, none of the ugly business of holograms or recordings. Nothing that left a data trail. He hadn't sent out any solid evidence to support his leads yet, but already he had gotten a response from at least another unit, who already happened to be in the area. He would follow up with that soon.
He noticed, for a fleeting moment, the man who looked awfully much like Will Son'tir from Corellia, but decided not to put too much emphasis on the situation. That would reveal itself in the coming minutes. The woman, Ael Jade, and the Master Mike Frantz were there, exchanging pleasantries, and Aerandir Calmcacil had arrived. Devlin Dewe, from Ossus, and the image of on or another of the Honoghrian Jedi. And not least of all, the Librarian, Raylia Venci.
Things were coming together now, and he could sense the tide of the Force converging once more on Coruscant. Perhaps, the Jedi would finally come together once more, and the Light might hold a strong presence in the hearts and minds of the people in the galaxy. Perhaps. It was of little significance to the problem at hand, as far as Jerek was concerned; he rarely seemed enthused about such happenings. His duty was to work in the darkness to serve that light. So more often than anything, he missed the memo about things like this.
The feeling of kinship was almost lost on him. His eyes, shadowed by his hood, flicked down to the datapad again, and he terminated the closed network functions, stowing the device back into the pocket of his pants. Now was a time for patience, even in the face of the coming storm. Times like this were the ones that reminded him he was, in fact, a Jedi.
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Nov 20, 2013 13:49:35 GMT -8
Suddenly a holoimage of Zion, clad in his usual robes and armour, materialized on the bench right next to Jena. Although he had heard the summons to the Temple on Coruscant, he still had a great deal of work left to do on Honoghr with regards to organizing the Temple and getting it running properly again. So he split the difference and instead called in to the meeting, preferring to remain out of the way, whilst studying the various Jedi assembled. |
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 20, 2013 14:08:35 GMT -8
Devlin leaves Adi's side. Moving through the crowd he greets the gathered Masters. Those he knows personally, with a hearty handshake and a kind word or small joke. Those he know only by acquaintance or name, with a polite nod. Working his way through the crowd, he stands next to Master Son'tir. He whispers low, so only Will can hear.
"We've seen better days, my friend. You look like you've been wrestling a pack of gundarks."
He raises arms, waiting for the Masters' attention; then raises his voice and addresses the assembly.
He was certain they itched to get started and know why they gathered. He hoped to bolster them with a fervor he did not feel, himself. Normally, he would have relied upon Dav Man'sell or Jago Pulastra to handle the meeting; alas that was not to be.
"Why all the long faces? The disheartened spirits? We should feel fortunate to live in a time our descendants will read about in the Archives with eyes widen by awe.
"A day will come when we look back on these dark days and smile, knowing we stood side-by-side in the light. A day will come when we tell Younglings and Padawans of the courageous deeds of the valiant few. A day will come when our stories are recorded in the annuls of history and studied alongside the great Jedi Masters of antiquity. Today is not this day.
"We few, we fortunate few, have scraped ourselves together from the ravages of those who would see our kind wiped out. Those who crusade against force-users. There are some who call for vengeance, retaliation, retribution; but that is not the Jedi way. However, we cannot flee from our responsibilities. Our role has been and continues to be protectors of the innocent. The galaxy waits with baited breath for our response...but for how long?
"Our numbers diminish. Our hold on the hearts and minds of the people fades. We are not the legends of old they respect and fear, the immortal Jedi. They have seen us fall, fail, and die. But they shall never see us vanquished. Today, we pick ourselves up and raise the banner of the Jedi once more. Today, we show the Mandalorians the slumbering giant they have awoken. Today, we come together as an Order.
"Weep for the fallen. Envy them that they do not need to endure the coming days. They are at rest. We cannot rest until the threat of extinction is pushed back from our borders. The taint of the dark side is strong upon this war. Something has coerced the mighty Mandalorian war machine to move once more. We need not just discover the why or the how it began. We need to plan a way to halt its advance.
"That is why we gather."
Devlin sits.
"I hand you over now, to our master of ceremonies: a good friend and a better servant of the Force. He's studied at Belkadan and now resides on Felucia, raises great Padawans, and remains a steadfast and resilient champion of the Light. Jedi Master Aerandir Calmcacil."
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Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 20, 2013 14:54:46 GMT -8
Everyone had taken to quiet speaking, gesticulating towards individuals they felt comfortable around and likely knew to some level. Eli gave a nod to those who flashed him the smallest sign of recognition, attempting to prevent any form of insult. It was always difficult in these sorts of situations, there were so many people to bow to and introduce oneself to. It was mentally exhausting for the old man who had not found himself in such a social setting in a very long time. Nevertheless, for the people who grieved from physical and mental and spiritual anguish, Eli sent gentle waves of understanding and healing. It was hard enough not being directly attached to these places, but to actually be on planet moments before the deed? The pain of the loss and supposed failure would likely weigh the mind down in mental sorrow. It was something the Jedi Master was ever aware of and the room was abundant with it, steeped in attempts to negate it.
Truth be told, Eli had met or interacted with some of the Jedi in the room in the past, especially those who held current positions of leadership. “We are Jedi. Here we are at a celebration of unity and now we’re on the fringes of a schism,” proclaimed Aerandir as he looked upon the Jedi Order, arguing towards the subject of Dace Concordia and his treatment by the Jedi order. “But what the Council can agree on is that, now, it is looming,” a phrase offered by Devlin Dewe as he attempted to comfort Syren, one of the few Jedi that Eli had known more than any other, if but for a moment, on the topic of unity and darkness. And he had met Will Son’tir, to which he had a decent conversation towards the nature of absolution and forgiveness. Absent introduction, Eli could not have felt more removed from the Jedi Order than when he had spoken to Will, who seemed all but absent of polite decorum, even when given congratulations on his posting as watchmen over Mon Calamari. Will had said that no one was beyond absolution, yet now he looked to bear the weight of all the travesties that had befallen the Jedi Order in the near past, and his emotions seemed to be riding him roughshod. He was a different man than the Zelosian had remembered, memories stored in packets of light used to sustain him.
He moved from where he had found himself and approached the window nearby, to where his dreams of the past faded before him. He had heard the calling and responded as was expected, and now he expected that a meeting would occur. As to the topic, he expected it would likely be the regrouping of the Jedi Order and improved defenses and strategy against the coming tide. People would need to be reassigned to planets, the foundation would have to be fortified, and those who were left would need to find themselves once more, picking themselves up from the pain and defeat of loss. He sipped the nutrient water and listened to the current introduction and procession of meeting.
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 20, 2013 15:37:57 GMT -8
*Aerandir remained silent as the gathered Jedi entered and some spoke to each other. He gave those he knew and those he didn't know a nod as they entered, but otherwise only stood outside of the circle of seats, pondering, waiting for the moment when the meeting would convene. When at last it seemed all were present—or at least, as many as they could expect—Devlin spoke, giving a speech about the future, how the Jedi today would continue to stand by each other and bring on a new future that all would look back on and remember those who fought for it. Aerandir made no visible reaction, only listened. Now the floor was being turned over to him, and he knew what he must do. He stepped forward, raising his head and unfolding his arms, and spoke, beginning with a nod to Devlin.*
No "better servant" am I, my friend.
*His eyes then scanned the entire gathering.*
All of us gathered serve equally, we merely have different strengths and weaknesses. In that, we have balance, an important tenet to those who serve Ashla. Without balance, life as we know it would not exist. But today, that balance has been momentarily disrupted, for where there were once eight members of the High Council, now, for various reasons, stand before you only three.
*Some reasons lighter than others. A contemplative, noticeable pause crossed Aerandir's expression, then he continued.*
Today, we deliberate on a new High Council. A smaller number. Today, we pick those five we feel will best lead our Order forward against this coming storm and can stand united against the threat of the Mandalorian, rebuff their attempts at destroying balance and right the scales. Of every Master who stands here today, all of us peers, five will become our new High Council. And it may be that the three of us who remain may not return to our seats, but if that is the case, so be it; serving the Jedi is my duty, whether as a Councilor or a servant of the Council. The decision is now in our hands. Let us decide now who will lead us into the future.
*So it would begin. Aerandir again stepped backward behind the circle of chairs, where he would watch, listen, and voice his own thoughts when it came time. He had complete faith in the gathering. Whatever their decisions, it was the will of the Force, whose will they needed to trust now more than ever if they were to get through this storm...*
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Nov 20, 2013 17:24:49 GMT -8
Zion turned to Jena, as the womans gaze rested on him and she smiled at him. She was one of a handful of Jedi Masters that also worked at the RDMC and had lent a hand in helping get the Honoghr Temple running a bit more smoothly. She was the only Jedi Master in the room he actually knew, a lot of the rest, well if he had met them before his memory was not playing nice with him
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I can't say I've ever been to one of these before. I've never been a big fan of these council meetings...
He then returned his attention to the center of the council chambers as Devlin Dewe opened the Council Meeting, before handing over to Aerandir Calmcacil who announced a vote for the new High Council was to take place. He looked around the room, waiting to see how things would proceed from here
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 20, 2013 20:59:22 GMT -8
Raylia pulled herself off the wall and started paying attention to the words of those calling the meeting to order. She normally wasn't very comfortable around this many people but she reminded herself to breathe deeply and focus on the matter at hand. Her eyes played across the others in the room, weary and broken, disheartened and morose. They were supposed to be the beacons of hope for the galaxy, but right now they needed an infusion of hope themselves. She folded her arms over her chest, hugging herself as her lekku trailed down her back. She gave those speaking her full attention, her emerald eyes fixed on Aerandir and Devlin.
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Nov 21, 2013 11:02:28 GMT -8
The small Jedi master hobbled in and quickly looked for a place somewhere in the back rows. A bit out of breath he leaned heavily on the cane. He was too late and he knew it. It bothered him a bit for he had never been too late. Well a hundred years ago he also didn't have the need for a cane. What a few years could do to your health and stamina.
The small gremlin looked around and saw many faces he didn't know. Too long he had kept away from fellow Jedis it seemed. Maybe he should have waited for the end of the meeting. Too late for that. The small being sighed and caught his breath again. The green eyes looked at each of the other people in the room. As a thought formed in his head he immediately smiled. He loved to flash that awful grimace that was his smile or even worse his grin. Dark times were lighter with a smile. Even though his own thought caused him amusement he was also quite aware that the others around were dragged down. So young and so dark their thoughts. He remembered a time when all of the Jedi seemed to be depressed. Yet in the darkest hours the brightest lights tended to be born.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 21, 2013 14:06:35 GMT -8
The time had come. From time immemorial, Devlin had sat on the Council and led the Jedi. Alongside names like Man'Sell, Roma, Lucius, Alora, Kor-taan, Sor, Concordia, Pulastra, Winsome, Coral...many others. Today, he would once more determine if the will of the Force still wanted him there.
He stands, a somber expression upon his face.
"A vote has been called. Let the Force guide our hearts and minds as we choose the five who will lead the Order through this dark time.
"Those Masters who have put themselves forward as eligible for election to the High Council are: Adieumus Matango, Ael Jade, Aerandir Calmcacil, myself Devlin Dewe, Diamonte Tuhlute, Eli Vandal, Jena Shaewe, Mike Frantz, Will Son’tir. Vote as the force guides you."
He sits once more.
They would deliberate. Search out their feelings. Sift their thoughts. Weigh the decision.
Time passes slowly as Devlin waited for the votes to tally. He barely breathed. It wasn't until this moment that he realized how much he wanted to remain a Councilor. Was that a problem? Maybe it was. Maybe it would be better if he wasn't a part of the new High Council. He had been on so many, led Jedi, followed Jedi. He'd tried to help unify the Order and build-up the younger Jedi generation into a group of leaders. Younger generation? Was he really that old? It was only yesterday he turned thirty-five...wasn't it?
The votes were cast. The final number tallied.
Devlin stands. He stares down at the datapad in his hand. Blinking, he stares at it again.
"May I present the new High Council: Masters Calmcacil, Jade, Matango, Frantz, and Vandal."
The Cardooinian smiles, genuine and warm.
"Congratulations! May the Force be with you."
He sits down, just a man once more.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Nov 21, 2013 14:28:18 GMT -8
The barest flicker of recognition flashed across Jade's face as Yolem arrived. So far things had opened a bit quicker than she'd both anticipated and feared. Silently she slipped between the assembled masters and appeared beside Yolem. By this time she was not the shortest Jedi in the room for sure. "Welcome to Coruscant," she whispered quietly, wishing she had a hot beverage to offer him. The elderly person seemed to have hurried a bit too fast. She wondered why he hadn't simply called upon the Force and floated into place in the Spire.
Her attention returned to Aerandir Calmcacil, a master of the Felucian Academy if she recalled correctly. Judging from his words, the Yavinites were not expected here. She frowned. The underlying tension in the room was almost thick enough to cut with a knife. Masters Son'tir and Matango seemed much the worse for wear.
At Devlin Dewe's announcement of the new High Council Jade blinked in surprise. While willing to serve, she had thought she was relatively unknown within the Order proper. Though, she had been working on Corellia for some time now. She peered around the shoulder of someone standing in front of her in order to look at Devlin and see if she'd heard right. Despite her normally keen hearing, she wasn't the type to assume that she'd automatically end up being chosen for the High Council, and she could have mis-interpreted.
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Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 21, 2013 14:59:30 GMT -8
It was reluctance that gripped him, a Jedi Master of little distinction, one so long ago cast adrift into the solitary environment of space. A late bloomer, Vasdonna had called him, as he settled into his initial position as Consular. Taught to heal, he could hardly understand the difference between not wanting to fight and healing those who, in turn, would fight in his stead. It was only with time that understanding rooted itself deep within him, taking well near thirty years to accomplish the rank of Jedi Master. And now he stood here, on the edge of the Jedi Order, and was voted into the High Council by the very group that gave recognition with befuddlement to a man whose accomplishments were unknown. It was grief, it had to be that.
His emerald eyes searched the group, after the announcement was made, and dove within them, seeking to understand. It was not doubt that culled him to such an invasive front, but merely an old man seeking to find the recesses of the minds in which they found him needed of such a position. But then it occurred to him, as soft as a petal drifting to the ground. In the end, the king and the soldiers are returned to the same box. And this Order, there was no kings or pawns or gods, just men and women, just the Order, and the desire to move on, to hope once more. Eli looked over to the new High Council, Adieumus Matango, Ael Jade, Aerandir Calmcacil, and Mike Frantz, and searched within them. The old Zelosian merely sipped from the cup, placing it back in the folds of his jacket empty, and puffed out his chin, if but for a moment, before he descended from the steps that led to the window, and approached the former members of the High Council. His iris absent eyes seemed to be vacant, yet it couldn't be more from the truth, as the 65 year old gave the most respectful bow that his old body would allow.
“Masters, it is with humility and acute hesitation that I accept this position, as I have been called by the Masters of the Jedi Order. I thank you for your service and know that you will serve the Jedi Council and Order as you have always done, with deep patience, serenity, and harmony.” The Old Zelosian looked to both of them, one filled with a sense of self understanding, the other wrought with pain, likely from the recent events and tragedies. Eli pushed upon them calming wave’s of composure, emanating from the eternal knowledge that even in the most dire of situations, everything is temporary. For out of the ground we were taken for the dust we are, and to the dust we shall return, he thought to himself, as he turned to the rest of the Jedi Order.
“I know not why you have chosen me to serve…”Because that’s what he knew it was, the deepest and most humble act he could for the Jedi Order, to serve. “But I will do so with the knowledge that we have not inherited this universe from our ancestors, but have borrowed it from those in the academies and those yet to be born. We have the responsibility to them to not grieve for those we have lost, but to strive on, to rebuild, to vanquish the hate and anger that now threatens all those in the galaxy.” He looked around, expecting the other High Councilors to come forward and lead, a fate elected to them by the Jedi order. “We feel the death and heartache of our fellow Jedi, of the innocents forever stricken from the coil. But they are not gone, their memories live on and we will be the better for having known them.” Vasdonna had always told him that within each being lies two deaths: the death of the body, and the death of soul, when their name is spoken for the last time, never to be uttered again. The death of the body, they had no control over, but so long as Eli was of the physical world, those who had been lost would never be forgotten."Know that we suffer now because those that would seek to harm us suffer deeply, and it spills upon us. Turn away from thoughts of vengeance and punishment and push your minds towards what is right, towards justice, the preservation of the light, and the survival of those that look upon us for their protection."
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Post by Adi on Nov 21, 2013 16:39:41 GMT -8
Wait...What?!?!?
He had remained silent through the proceedings, observing the meeting from his quiet little corner. He had put his name forward some time ago as far as wishing to be part of the Jedi High Council...but due to recent events, not to mention just being made a Jedi Master recently, he had thought that there was no way that he would be chosen.
But, his name was spoken, and the look of total surprise shot across his countenance. He was in utter shock....Him? On the Jedi High Council? It was the greatest honor a Jedi could receive. Standing from his stool , and taking his crutch under his arm, Adi moved forward.
Um...Well, Thank you all for this honor. I really don't know what to say, except thank you. I will do all I can to ensure your faith in me is not misplaced.
He stood there, quietly still taking it all in. How could he, a newly minted master, be sitting here in this hallowed hall? It wasn't that long ago that he was here as a knight-advisor. Now, it was he that would be doing the advising....
...Were these people insane??
He turned, and looked around, and suddenly it dawned upon him...He was to take one of the seats, and he had no idea which one to sit upon. He still said nothing, though, and simply waited to be told which one was to be his....
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 21, 2013 20:52:50 GMT -8
A weight he did not even know pressed down upon him was suddenly lifted. He wasn't happier. He just was. He knew the Force would guide him where it wanted him and where it needed him. He was content with the decision. What else could he be.
Standing, Devlin returns Eli's bow deeply.
"You have been chosen and you will serve. This is for the good, Master Vandal. The Force moves us where and how it will; you know that as well as I. It is not our place to ask why, just do our best."
He grins at Eli then turns to Adi. He frowns.
"Just take my seat already before you collapse...er, Master Matango. I am relieved."
He smiles widely before bowing deeply.
"All things for a reason, my friend. All things."
There wasn't much left to say. The brazen words used to bolster the Order were no longer his to say. It was no longer his place to stand before his peers. He would simply fade into the crowd with the rest of the Masters not on the High Council.
He takes a step away from his seat, his chair on the Council, his place within the Jedi Order.
He didn't look back. He fought the urge. The Order knew where to find him, if they needed him. Until then, he had a forest to explore and the mysteries of the Force to ponder. Decades, even centuries beckoned and he found he actually looked forward to the prospect. He might actually get to be a proper hermit once more...if only the Ossus Praxeum Council didn't need him as Battlemaster...the only flaw in an otherwise brilliant plan.
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 21, 2013 23:14:46 GMT -8
As quickly as it had started, it had ended.
It was as if Will did not even needed to hear what the results were. He knew whatever came, through the Living Force, that he was no longer fit for the burden of leadership. This much was certain.
But what else was certain? . . . .
As Dev relinquished his chair, Will followed suite in silence and seeming humility. Will took pains not to make eye contact with the Masters as he removes himself from an epicenter of attention as he was largely ignored, and blends in a similar faship as his fellow former High Councilor Dewe. Wherever the future lies with the Jedi Order, it is out of their hands and in the hands of fresh Masters.
Will's service to the Order must begin to be . . .more focussed as he takes his place among the masters. . .
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 23:47:28 GMT -8
As the voting was taking place i began to regret putting my name in the running, here i was, the Greenest master in this… what do you call this sort of gathering? a college? a Cabinet? a Congress? ..regardless it was clear i was too ambitious to hope that i would get a seat on the council mere days after my promotion… which had yet to be recognized by the new council. i was about to rise and depart when my comm buzzed with the latest communication from Mist. it tore my heart in two that for sake of keeping the location secret, i could not even report my well being to my wife.
Monte.... I don't know if you'll get this, but I'm six months along now... i'm sending the ultrasound files to you... so you can see them... I love you, Monte. Please-....Just.... be safe... Come back to me
Seeing Master Son'tir rise from his seat, i saw hazy outlines from the future. they focused on 4 individuals
- Myself
- Mist
- One of our Children
In one of the visions I sat in the seat just relinquished, but the unknown man stood as the proud stepfather of the child, in the other… i stood with Mist while the unknown man sat in the vacated seat.
both visions were too rough for me to handle… something in my brain was certainly not taking well to these circumstances. so, in need of an escape I got on my data pad and sent word to have Project: D-Eta moved into testing phase. then i composed a short text message to the blinded Adi, explaining my departure:: Dear Master Adi
Congratulations.
Because of problems only i can sort out, i must depart. we will meet again, and when you track me down, i will explain why i am doing what i plan
In the mean-time… i have a prototype star fighter in testing phase being delivered. i know i should have had a new electrum saber or something prepared for you, but i would be honored if you would test fly Project: D-Eta. the files i have on it are being transferred along with the message.
May Ashla Guide you
May the Dragon protect you
May the force be with you
-Monte:: once i heard the ping of Adi's comm confirming it's delivery i rose from my seated position.
" With the new council elected, i do not see need for me to be here. i apologize for waisting your time. May the force be with you all." With that i walked in a rushed dejected manner out of the council. however i did not check before beginning another comm message to see if the door had closed:: Hello Kryze? i need a favor.::
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