Eli Vandal
The Jedi Order
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 23, 2013 15:10:48 GMT -8
Kuat was not just home to one of the most powerful darksided factions in recent written history, but also home to one of the most powerful shipyards in the universe. From orbital defense stations, cruisers, and flagships, to tanks and walkers and powerful subsidiaries that could potentially offer up devastating schematics for the defense of the planet, Kuat was in a very good position for defense. The thought crossed Eli’s mind as he listened to the other masters speak after him. First was Adieumus Matango, former watchmen lead, who unflinchingly supported the idea of moving directly to Kuat in protection of the civilians and in attempt to sway the dark towards the light. It was a naive notion, ambitions of a younger man, but Eli was hardly in a place to tell him it was impossible. Improbable, unlikely, but not impossible.
A man approached Master Frantz and spoke to him, a man bound by righteousness and a distinct sense of right and wrong, but Eli had difficulty discerning the intent as he listened to Master Calmcacil speak of the his thoughts: mostly towards his approval of moving towards Kuat and the protection of the people held beneath the weight of the Dark Tide. But then the thought hit him again, the population of the Kuat, and the likely booming industry. His mind turned towards vexing hypothetical’s, of an adequately defended Sith planet drawing Jedi from Coruscant on the ideas of mercy and protection, taking advantage of the Jedi's sense of duty and honor and peace. Whilst in the close future, Coruscant could find itself laid to waste by a flanking Mandalorian military, caught unawares because the ambitious and righteous moved towards purpose of conserving the pure and the untainted on a planet not their own. Sure, Kuat had 3.6 billion on it, but Coruscant had 1 trillion, and they were worth protecting just as much as those to which the others would lend aid. Eli waited for Master Calmcacil to finish speaking before he stood up and looked among the Jedi, then looked back to the Holoprojector.
“Lord Sinistra, you will have the protection of those willing, but you will not have their trust…” As that was the one thing to which the Sith were most undeserving. He looked back around, unwilling to afford a pace filled dialogue on what was right and what was wrong. He knew that people had many reasons for wanting to support the defense effort on Kuat, and while Master Calmcacil provided adequate history of the dark and light working together, there were numerous examples of the opposite being true, as well. “But I will not abandon the people of Coruscant. There are a trillion citizens that look to us for guidance, and I will remain here on the off chance that this is an attempt to pull us away from the infrastructure of the Senate and the Temple Academy. The Mandalorians have already shown that they hold no prejudice towards location of attack and while others may find purpose within the folds of aggressive vigilance, others will have to settle for prudence.” In actuality, he felt that Coruscant needed protection from both the Mandalorians and the Darkside, but it wasn't the time to fracture what hope there might have been for saving billions of lives on Kuat. And this wasn’t the time for hesitation, it was the time for the Jedi Order to lift themselves from the ground and move towards the purpose to which they were founded upon. And every planet was sacred, every innocent life was important, whether they resided on Kuat or on Coruscant. Eli looked up towards the loft, eyes of dark emerald cast against sunken sockets, towards Zalor. He looked back towards his fellow council members and smiled his typical smile before sitting down. “Absolutism is the absence of imagination. And there is always a choice, no matter how hidden it may seem.”
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 23, 2013 16:33:08 GMT -8
Trust, Master Jidai, is not necessary. However, if I can reign in my wolves, surely the Order can as well. Send whomever you can spare. I would not ask you to leave yourselves unguarded but on the other hand, should a united force of ours fail, I hardly see what difference it will make if you hold back reserves here. You may also want to consider that should Ashrah and Taung demand of the Republic that it hand you over in exchange for the lives of Coruscant, they might just do it. I leave you to your deliberations and I look forward to fighting with some of you soon.
She reached for the button and the blue image of the Lord of Atrocity faded from view.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 16:39:36 GMT -8
He wasn't well known...nor did he care to be. Silently, Arcturus Sorrows slipped into the council chambers, glancing around briefly with disbelieving eyes. Disbelieving; he hadn't seen such a gathering of Masters and Knights in many, may years...indeed, his assignment in the Exploration Corps distanced himself from the Order considerably. This, no doubt, would cause some friction - he, a practically unknown Jedi volunteering for a Council position no less. But it had to be done, and no one else in the Corps would take the job; Arcturus was the closest they had to a mainstream Jedi - a Jedi who had passed his trials successfully that is. Filled with rejects and those weaker in the force, the service corps were looked down upon in the order...something that Arcturus was more than well aware of as he entered a hall of practically legendary Jedi.
His dress was plain and practical, black climbing boots and gloves, black pants and tunic, and a brown leather jacket - weatherbeaten. His facial features were sharp and angular, his eyes severe...the only betraying characteristic that he wasn't a baseline human being the epicanthal folds at the corners of his eyes. He tried his best to blend in, though there was no question as to his nervousness; the imminence of those gathered was...impressive. Most impressive. He but shook his head and pushed the thoughts aside...letting them come and go. His personal feelings were pointless...he was here because there was a duty to the order that needed to be performed, he had volunteered, and he had been accepted.
Keeping to the walls, he silently glanced about the room, listening to the conversation...the atmosphere was...somber...tense...it didn't take a force sensitive to feel that. Slowly taking out a datapad, he turned the pad on and flicked through the roster on file - names and pictures of those present, as he wasn't very familiar with the larger order - until he found the one named...Devlin? A master. Looking about, he spied the man...he seemed busy.
Stretching out the smallest tendril of thought, Arcturus flicked it towards Devlin. It would go largely unnoticed in the chamber - and Arcturus was unsure if Devlin would feel it. If he did, it would be akin to a tap on the shoulder, perhaps prompting him to turn and see Arcturus. If not, Arcturus would wait...there were deliberations in progress after all.
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Nov 23, 2013 16:40:18 GMT -8
Zion sat at the back of the room in silent contemplation as the Jedi High Council seemed to be doing the one thing many had thought unlikely. They were almost jumping at the chance to work with the Sith, even if it was because Kuat was being dangled from their nether regions. It was an interesting tactic, something Zion could almost call admirable. It almost meant that the one alliance Zion had said the Jedi needed, was about to come to fruition, perhaps not in the terms he had imagined, but none-the-less. He gave a small smirk, as he could realised the humour in this situation, before speaking up
=Zion Morviael=
It's not a matter of if, but a matter of when. The thing about the Sith is, they might not the most trustworthy and honest, but you can always rely on them to do two things. Save their own asses and try to kill every Jedi. So as long as they are trying to save themselves, I am sure we can trust them with even a small amount of support on Kuat. I mean, we will end up dead either way, so why not do it while trying to cull this war...
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Jerek Morrows
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 23, 2013 17:03:37 GMT -8
Two things occurred in blindingly rapid succession that caught Jerek's attention, causing his intensity to falter and the feelings of warmth flowing from him to ebb, much like the tide whisking away sand from the shore. The fringes of it remained, and the bolstering effects on his own persona- specifically, his resolve, his reactions and his awareness, for the moment - were intact, but only those closest to him would be able to reap the benefits now.
Sacrificing his invigorating aura had given way to a pair of hawk-like eyes snapping up to a familiar voice. Zalor Anneri- a man who was far too well known for someone of his position. The words that came from him were concise, to a fault. He believed there to be only one course of action- words more ironic than Zalor had probably intended. But he was certainly a resolute creature, the Endorian shut-in. The outburst drew a wry smirk on Jerek's lips that slipped away a fraction of a second thereafter.
The smallest of brushes in the Force moved past the Shadow, and though it was not meant for him, the extreme telepath felt the touch like the wind gently blowing over him. He turned silently to face the entrance, where now stood a strangely garbed Jedi who he was uncertain of. The man had intended to reach one of the Masters, and doubtless he would, but he had pricked a finger into the awareness of a man who's sworn duty was to be aware.
Jerek watched him for a moment, vaguely interested, before returning his attention to Mike as Sinistra disappeared. His eyes narrowed once more, though he relaxed a bit, releasing a previously held breath. It was getting far too uneasy in this spire for a room filled to the brim with Jedi Masters. And he was no longer staying to the edge- Jerek was almost in the very center, now.
He did not reveal his face, however, waiting for the Council- or at least Master Frantz- to recognize him. There would be a false name, a cover up story, these other Jedi would learn of the volunteer's tragic demise in the line of duty... There was always a protocol, even for situations that called for direct interaction with the rest of the Order.
Jerek kept his inner fire alive with the touch of the Light, extending it out once more, to help urge along a well-thought out decision, and calm in spite of the dangers. His eyes closed gently and he bowed his head. "May the Force be with us all," he muttered, almost like a prayer.
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Devlin Dewe
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 23, 2013 19:25:12 GMT -8
At Eli's faint smile, Devlin nods his head barely in acknowledgement of the sentiment...not wishing to disturb the gathering. A small smile of his own touches his lips.
He appreciated the sentiment. He respected the man, though only met him briefly before. But more than that, Devlin respected the notion of seeking advice from those outside the High Council. It spoke volumes to the man's character and the way he'd lead and guide the Order.
He waited. His emotions calm, his face serene. The Sith Lady surprised him--though a Jedi did not notice such things--he found it odd that a dark sider would be a creature of beauty. Perhaps that was the lie. She drew men in and the dark side crushed them. Or perhaps tales of Emperor Palpatine spoiled him.
He looks up at Zalor and smirks.
For a Shadow, he was sneaky; but also not an unknown entity. Devlin had heard of him. At least once or twice; but perhaps that was only due to his position, former position, as a High Councilor. Still, he felt the man was most welcome in the Council Chambers.
The Cardooinian feels a presence nudge him, almost imperceptibly; but he had honed himself to feel any intrusion on his mind...for his own safety. Instead of shutting it out, he seeks out the nudge and the Jedi responsible. He shrinks back into the crowd--with Sinistra's hologram gone, he would listen to the Councilors and their decisions--he attempts to feel like just a man among Jedi. He approaches the Epicanthix and smiles warmly. He taps a few commands into his wristcomm and quickly scans the files on the Epicanthix species and Epicanthix Jedi.
Only a few names popped onto the screen. The man near him must be Arcturus Utan Sorrows. A fellow councilor on the Council of Reassignment. It seemed fitting that Devlin would leave the High Council and join a group that many in the Order thought of as lesser Jedi. The thought almost made him grin. Perhaps Master Son'tir would like a position within the Service Corps.
"Well met, Jedi Sorrows."
He leans against the back wall near Arcturus and barely whispers to his fellow Jedi.
"Do you have much experience with Jedi meetings?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 20:13:54 GMT -8
Ah, he noticed; warily Arcturus watched the man approach, noting the smile and his cursory look over his own datapad. The mans unfamiliarity with Arcturus almost put him at ease - almost. At his greeting, Arcturus inclined his head and returned in kind.
"Jedi Master Dewe."
The voice was smooth and level, nearly monotone...nearly bored. In it though, betrayed a hint of...trepidation? At the mans inquiry, Arcturus nearly snickered aloud - before remembering where he was.
"...You're kidding right? Master, my meetings consist of starship galleys around caf and datapads - reviewing archaeological and scientific data of the day. This...this is quite beyond my rank and station."
With a sharp quirk of the mouth, Arcturus silently shook his head.
"Which begs the question...what possessed you to volunteer?"
As he spoke, he noticed a Jedi near the edge of the council eyeing him...a hooded man, a cloaked man. Silently, Arcturus simply stared back: they were similar in a way...staying out of the way, biding their time until they were needed - in this, Arcturus saw a kindred soul. This man was an extension of the council...but to what purpose? Mentally, Arcturus resolved to find out a little more about the man.
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Nov 23, 2013 21:12:40 GMT -8
*Once again things happened rather quickly. Almost immediately after I answer the comm signal a good portion of the assembled masters decide to speak up and probably confuse the heck out of the sith just by talking over each other. In any case all of the voices didn't give a good impression of a unified order to our sith "allies". But I suppose that is neither here nor there at this point. It is obvious that we are going to support the defense of Kuat in one fashion or the other. Of course it's just not logistically possible to commit the whole order to the adventure however, nor would that be the best of ideas either considering we're fighting on the side of our enemy against an enemy and no one has any idea what happens at the end even if we do win. Who is to say we won't get stabbed in the back, of course even with the risk it's a chance we can't afford to ignore. At this moment in history the Mando threat is much greater than that of the sith. At least this time we know what we are getting ourselves into... to some degree. In any case time was of the essence so we might as well get going, and while it may be going a bit beyond my newly found HC powers someone has to get down to the logistics and since all that boring stuff has always been a specialty of mine I suppose it might as well be me. *
*Turning to Jerek since he had addressed me specifically I flash a quick smile to the man who seems to have been observing me for most of the meeting. Most of Kuat's population lives in the orbital yards, I would like you to organize the evacuation and defense of the civilians. *I left it unsaid that any information that the shadow could gain on the station would be valuable. Next I turn to Jena, the Doctor from Honoghr, and pause for a brief drink before continuing. I would like for you to organize whatever medical assistance you can for the civilians as well as any combat injured. I know that's probably what you would do anyway, but I like to be clear. *With a brief chuckle I turn to Eli, not waiting for a response from either of the others I addressed. Since you have already volunteered to remain here, I would like you to prepare as much space as you can for refugees and those we evacuate form Kuat, as well as prepare whatever defenses you feel are necessary.
*Turning finally to my old friend, and now comrade on the Jedi High Council. Adi, I would like you to organize whatever jedi would like to contribute martially and deploy them on Kuat in whatever way you feel is best. *While I know he is far more qualified than I am for the military portion of this adventure there is still something nagging at the back of my mind. Remember this is about defending civilians, not revenge. *While that goes for everyone I made sure Adi knew that I was especially reminding him. While it may be considered rude or callus, I can't in good conscious send our forces into battle without mentioning it. I know that he doesn't truly need the reminder and I trust him to do the right thing without revenge entering into it, there is still that fear in the back of my mind.
*Turning back the assembly I take a swig and smile, trying to seem confident. * Any questions? I was hoping that no one would think I was being too bossy, although I wouldn't be surprised if a few people weren't happy with how I handled it, but there really wasn't the time for proper discussion and planning, we needed to act, and fast....
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Jena Shaewe
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Nov 23, 2013 22:19:24 GMT -8
Chuckling softly at Zions comments, she applauded along with a few others, the new council members. She also continued to listen as the three other councils were filled with capable Jedi. She looked up when she heard the buzzing noise of an incoming holovid message to which Master Frantz answered with a bit of humor. None other than the image of Sinistra, leader of the Dark Tide, appeared before all assembled. Jena blinked her eyes, not quite believing what she was seeing at first, until the Sith Lord spoke. She didn't know Sinistra personally, but she knew of the womans destructive darkside reputation, most of the galaxy at large did. If the Lord of Dark Tide was asking - no - pleading for help from the Jedi then something bigger than all of them was going on. Moving a bit closer so she could see the woman's holoimage more clearly, she listened intently to the darksiders words. So the Mando's, one Taung H'rel specifically, had taken to destroying entire planets now? And apparently he had his eyes on Kuat, and the Drive Yards surrounding the planet.
Stepping forward some more, until she was near the circle with a clear view of where Sinistra's image had materialized, Jena listened to a few of the other Jedi and Masters give their opinions on what should and shouldn't be done. She studied the Siths image, contemplatively, through all of this before Sinistra cut the transmission. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she looked thoughtful for a moment or two before Master Frantz looked her way, addressing her. Bowing respectfully to him, she spoke when she straightened up again.
"Of course, Master Frantz. I will do whatever I can to aid in this endeavor. I can coordinate with the RDMC on Honoghr, as well as other healers/doctors here, to come up with a more solid medical evac plan."
She had already been mentally forming a plan for medical assistance before Frantz spoke, this just hastened that plan a little more. With help from any other healers/doctors, they should be able to prepare for any and all wounded that would need their services....
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Nov 24, 2013 0:50:47 GMT -8
The old Jedi master had listened from the back row. Too small to see what was happening in front and to small to be seen he was in a lucky position. The council had been chosen, the ice started to crack. It still would take some time until the new situation would have settled but a course had been set. The appearance of a Sith Lord was more than interesting. A test on how true the Jedi would stand to their own code. Yolem couldn't remember a time the Sith ever had asked for help. Not like that at least.
He watched the discussions unfold, the quick decisions that were made and smiled slightly to himself. The new High Council wasn't dissapointing and the Jedi seemed eager to do something. To move and fight, to help and rescue. Dark the times might have seemed but it was then when people started to be more than they were. Sure that the council was more than up to the task, the old being knew it wasn't needed. Not here at least. Also he wasn't a warrior though his past had been filled with wars. No, he didn't see his place on a battlefield anymore. Too much death and despair had molded his long life. He hobbled to the exit relying on the will of Ashla to lead him. Leaving the rest to plan their actions and not disturbing them in their preparations.
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Syren
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Post by Syren on Nov 24, 2013 11:07:37 GMT -8
*Syren and her droid escort reached the top of the spire as Yolem was making his exit. The small alien looked so helpless making his way to the turbolift, but she could see the underlying Force flowing in and around him that made up for his wizened stature. She bowed her head towards him, then quickly surveyed those pressed tight within the council chamber. The press of bodies was enough to bring on an edge of claustrophobia, so she took a step back, into the droid. There was a brief feeling of not being allowed to escape, and panic began to take hold of her. It was similar to that feeling on Dac where the hospital walls began to close in upon her and the Jedi had her cornered,
C4-G6 steadied her instead of being knocked off his feet. The cold touch of the metal coverings gave her pause in the midst of rising panic. The pause was enough to regain composure and turn her focus back onto the mass of Jedi Knights and Jedi Masters within the room. To Syren's senses there was an air of gravity in the room, something direly important had just happened. She tried to catch the expressions painted across faces, some indication as to what might have happened. These were aliens, not Calnennore. Their emotions were harder to read, not impossible, but all she could register were base feelings of sadness, worry, anger... peacefulness. That one was odd in the midst of all the other emotions eddying through the Force. She tried to pinpoint where that particular emotion had come from.*
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Nov 24, 2013 16:08:53 GMT -8
Jade was sitting half sideways, one leg crossed over the other, and fingers pressed together in a sharp steeple in front of her as she considered what Sinistra had just asked for. No, begged. With dignity, but the underlying meaning was the same. And perhaps it was that more than anything else that was unnerving. She had worked with Sith before, and she was still alive to talk about it. The need for speaking was removed as Mike Frantz took over swiftly delegated tasks.
I think this is the last thing the Mandalorians would expect. The rivalry of the Jedi and Sith goes so deep it is pretty much instinctive. Putting them in the same place is a combination for general mayhem and destruction as a rule. But, it is not unheard of. Implausible, but not impossible. Of course, given Sinistra's record, I expect her to have a plan to deal with the Jedi as soon as the Mandalorians cease to be an immediate threat. In which case, those Jedi working directly with Dark Tide would do well to keep an eye on their backs. And there was another interesting thing: Dark Tide. It was not strictly speaking a Sith organization. It welcomed anyone with dark-sided leanings, or so the holonet broadcasts would have us believe.
She glanced down at her datapad to hide a smile and tapped a few keys, calculating how quickly she could return to Corellia from here. Terra Kiros was waiting. It had been an oversight not to bring her padawan with her. But, in the shaken state of the galaxy at large, she had wished to keep the girl safe. That was undoubtedly a fragment of what humans would call 'maternal instinct' or some such nonsense, but Terra had made her choices. And it wasn't like Jade wouldn't have been around.
Looking over towards the door as Yolem left, Jade saw a droid supporting a woman enter the room. Interesting. She seemed confused. As people began to move a bit, Jade got up, straightened her robes and walked over to see if help was needed. As she was barely over five feet in height herself, she did not possess an immediately threatening physical aspect, unless one wished to see with more than their eyes. She smiled, "Good afternoon." And since that was a weird place to leave things, she introduced herself, "I'm Jade, newly appointed Councilor. Are you alright?" She hoped the woman wasn't in mortal danger but better to ask than assume.
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Devlin Dewe
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Nov 24, 2013 16:30:36 GMT -8
Leaning against the wall, Devlin rubs his stubbly chin.
"See a need, fill a need."
He shrugs.
"I thought it might be time to stretch my hermit legs and meditate somewhere besides my comfortable forest on Ossus."
Perhaps there was more to it. Perhaps he wanted to do more for the Order. Perhaps he felt that after not getting re-elected to the High Council, it was fittingly ironic to work with the marginalized Jedi who hadn't passed their trials. Perhaps he liked working with Younglings, Padawans, and young Knights. Or, perhaps, he just hoped to lend some credence to the good work he knew the Service Corps already did.
His mouth twists into an easy smirk.
"And, just call me "Devlin". Okay?"
He did not hold with titles, at least for himself; but gave them to those who earned them. He gave them their due. He just preferred a more casual acquaintance with the man he'd be working closely for however long the Force saw fit to keep him on the Council of Reassignment. He also hoped to put Arcturus at ease.
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Syren
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Post by Syren on Nov 24, 2013 16:45:23 GMT -8
"Good afternoon." And since that was a weird place to leave things, she introduced herself, "I'm Jade, newly appointed Councilor. Are you alright?" "Hello Jade. I'm called Syren." *She introduced herself, previous encounters with the Jedi indicated that they liked to know who you were by name.* "I am fine, a little overwhelmed by..." *Syren waved her hand in the direction of the amassed Jedi,* "...this, I suppose." *C4-G6 interrupted for just a moment to excuse himself now that he had escorted her to the Council Chambers, before it disappeared into the turbolift once more. Syren turned back to Jade.* "Since you are the first flesh and blood person to have talked to me here, I received some instructions from Jedi Master Pulastra to seek out the Jedi because of some particular talents that I am able to perform. A certain lack of control in a moving of objects with the...Force? That is the correct word. Basic is not my first choice in conversation, I may have it wrong." *She seemed unsure of herself, the accent still thick when she spoke.* |
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Jerek Morrows
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Nov 24, 2013 17:52:04 GMT -8
Most of Kuat's population lives in the orbital yards, I would like you to organize the evacuation and defense of the civilians. "It will be done," Jerek replied with a quick nod of his head, backing away slightly upon receipt of his Orders. As Master Frantz continued to issue them, he waited patiently. While he had little time, chaos took only seconds in an otherwise orderly situation to throw the balance toppling. He had to perceive the proper time, and then put the pieces into place. Otherwise, the cracks would start to show in this room.
He began making preparations immediately, though his own journey to Kuat would be slightly delayed. His datapad chirped wildly like a songbird as he keyed in commands, setting into motion things that would be vital in the coming days. A message to one "Phillip Gardner" flickered into sending format, and then, he updated the live encrypted database that the Shadows drew on frequently with what he'd taken from the meeting, not unlike minutes. His was, oddly, a busy job. And filled with paperwork.
There were several moments of back and forth between Masters, and Jerek glanced up once or twice, but remained passive and silent. Master Dewe and Master Sorrows, the man's name appeared to be, conversed toward the entrance of the room, and Jerek made his way quietly through the crowd toward them. He would catch Mike after the bustle had dispersed a bit.
He had come upon an idea, with the talk of the Exploration force. An idea that these two might just be helpful with in the future, though he would leave it to the other masters to put it together in a more complete sense. "Masters," he interjected respectfully, waiting to be recognized, so as not to disrupt their conversation. The two men had, after all, much else than he to talk about. |
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Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 24, 2013 19:45:19 GMT -8
“You may also want to consider that should Ashrah and Taung demand of the Republic that it hand you over in exchange for the lives of Coruscant, they might just do it.” The words of Lord Sinistra rung out against his mind as she left the Jedi Order to deliberation, to which the conclusion was already a sure thing. He hoped, in the largest of fashion, that should Coruscant fall upon foretold hard times, that his life would be enough to sate their desire for pain and destruction. He could only hope, hope and plan.
Master Frantz was a man of purpose and Eli couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness to move on. With the energy of youth, he quickly moved from self-imposed position of secretary to Grandmaster tactician, attempting to coordinate all the Jedi Order into a singular movement of support against the fate that Kuat now, most assuredly, embraced. And, fortunately, Eli agreed with all the appointments that Mike handed out. As a former watchmen lead, Adi would be perfect for his appointment and leadership on the ground of Kuat. Deep within his chlorophyll, Eli knew that Adi was in the best shape to work with those of the dark, his ambitions enabling him a certain level of tolerance and his past affording him some experience. This was all despite Adi’s current physical condition, to which the sudden appointment slightly perplexed the Zelosian Jedi Master. He looked upon the doctor and the hooded man and nodded his head to the instructions given by Mike, a silent gesture of his approval.
“You do me a great service…” Eli spoke as he braced his hand against his chest, speaking directly to Master Frantz. “I will do what is required of me. And perhaps we should consider moving towards informing the Senate of the Mandalorian Empire and their intent towards Kuat. If need be, I will meet with representatives and urge them send aid to Kuat…in any way they can.” He had little faith in the bureaucracy of the Senate but they were as much a part of Galactic defense as was the Jedi Order, despite Eli’s preconceived notions of their efficiency. And he knew, despite his hopes for something better, that the Senate was the back door into Coruscant, the corrupted path easily accessible by the charismatic and manipulative. It wasn’t doubt that spurned his thoughts but instead a healthy dose of suspicion and knowledge of history passed.
Eli looked towards Jedi Master Jade, a quiet and hidden expression of interest on his face, as she was the only High Councilor who had yet to speak of her thoughts towards the current situation. Perhaps she believed that it didn’t matter, as the rest of the Order had decided that the cause was worth pursuing. Perhaps she felt that her words, should they go against the grain, would have fallen upon deaf ears, though he sensed not anxiety from her but, instead, sincere approval. He watched, with vigilant and hopeful emerald eyes, as Ael approached Syren. The old Zelosian inwardly smiled, having met the woman on Yavin IV so long ago, and having witness her integrity and righteousness at the Conclave. He made a mental note to speak with her once the deliberations were finished, to find out what had brought her to Coruscant, and to discern the origin of confusion that seemed to have so quickly replaced confidence in the time that they were apart.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 22:43:28 GMT -8
Rawkill remained silent as the Jedi High Council made the decision to send help to Kuat to aid the Sith. A very noble gesture he thought on their part, although it might not turn the Sith from their ways, it showed the Jedi were going to stick to their guns even if it came at the risk of being betrayed by their greatest enemy.
Seeing that Mike was busy, Rawkill slipped into the surrounding crowd of Masters and started his search for Master Raylia Venci, since they were now fellow members of the Council of First Knowledge. If anything though, he had a feeling she would recognize him before he recognized her, assuming of course she knew that he was an Ewok. It was times like these he wished he had a datapad on him to look up people
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Nov 25, 2013 0:00:21 GMT -8
Adi nodded as Mike asked him to take care of the military end of things, and simply grinned. He stood, and bowed to the other Masters, both new and old.
"I will do my part, my friends. May I make a pair of requests, though? A bacta tank for a day, and access to a repair facility afterward. I must repair my armor before I go, and with access to the proper facilities, I can do so very quickly.
Can someone show me the way to the medical wing, please? I'm not completely familiar with the temple here, and time is of the essence."
Moving toward the door, Adi hoped someone would show him the way. Otherwise, he would have to read a holomap, and use a crutch one handed...all while trying to see things out of one eye. It would take forever and a day to find and make his way to the medical bay.
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 25, 2013 1:21:12 GMT -8
After igniting his own lavender blade and joined his fellow former High Councilor Dewe in a salute of continued fealty to the Order. His weathered face hardens as the conversation with the known leader of the Dark Tide negotiates an alliance to end the Mandalorian aggression. As a High Councilor of recent past, he is intimately privy to the leaders of the known Sith sects as reported by the Jedi Shadows and Investigators; it has been his and his colleagues prerogatives to keep that information as appropriately confidential; now that information seems to irrelevant at times.
His knowledge of leading Sith, as well as his intimate experience with Mandalorians (being of Mandalorian himself) would probably make him an ideal candidate for the reinforcements to Kuat; and with his recent vacancy from the High Council, he would be freed up to take on a more proactive (if there is such a possibility) role in this war.
But his emotional state may prove him to be more of a hindrance to the mission; recognizing his compromising position he secretly prayed to the Living Force that he would not be chose for this mission from among his peers but, as a number of Masters in the room who can attest (a large handful having their lives saved by Will at one time or another), Will would be willing to serve should he be called to. . . .
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Jena Shaewe
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Nov 25, 2013 2:17:47 GMT -8
Taking a datapad out from a hidden pocket of her robes, Jena quickly sent an encoded message to the RDMC on Honoghr, then looked up again as she spoke. "Thank you for the confidence and support, Masters, but if you'll please excuse me - I'll begin coordinating the efforts for medical support and evac of Kuat and the Drive Yards. I would also ask that any other medical personnel, or anyone with any healing/medical knowledge, please meet me in the hangars in a couple of hours, if at all possible." She humbly bowed to those still present, waiting momentarily for any other orders they may have while still continuing to mentally prepare a plan....
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