Temple of Karabor

He had felt Elizabeth walk out on to the balcony before she had spoken. Although he had initially been unsure who she was, he had since long cleared up the mystery. But now his problem was that he couldn't shake thoughts about how alike her and Edward were. They both seemed eager to help fight for others that were incapable of doing so. He pushed off the rail and turned to face her
Excellent... Come on, I think you're about to make your Father very proud...
He ignored any confused looks she might have given him as he strode into the building and walked along a couple corridors. He arrived to the council chambers a few moments later, his gaze passing over everyone assembled here. @artoria, Ayora Truesong [RETIRED], Ashara, Lancelot, Dranosh, Alaara Zahn, and a handful of other Force Sensitives from across the Fed Dub. He motioned for Elizabeth to take her seat before he began to address them all
I just wanted to thank you all for coming here today... I know this isn't exactly, how best to explain it... Normal? You all chose to be here today, and I thank you for that. So without further ado... For those of you who do not me, my name is Zion Morviael. I've spent the last three centuries fighting my way across the galaxy to bring an end to a civil war and over the past five or so years, ran the Temple over on Honoghr... I've seen more than my fair of the galaxy, and learned a lot in my lifetime. Few things have remained the same over all that time...
He slowly paced back and forth in front of the gathered group of people. His gaze lingering a little longer than normal upon Ashara. He offered her a brief smirk, before addressing the group at large
But those that have, well... I have remained largely removed from involving myself in them. But that is something I intend to change today... I'm sure that compared to some of you, I'm something of a novice when it comes to knowing about the war. But I know this, that what ever happens, we have to make a stand. Not for the idea of the Coalition or the Jedi Order's belief in what they consider Balance...
He resumed his slow pace, before taking his position where he had started pacing from
Jedi, Sith, Imperial, Alliance... They are all ideological lines drawn in the sand by people in charge. Everybody deserves a right to choose what they believe in, and as far as the Force is concerned... true balance must be maintained between the Light and Dark... The ancient Jedaii Order understood this principle better than any Order has since then. It is not a mistake I intend to make... Marcus has graciously granted me stewardship of Karabor, and it is from here that I hope to found a new order to fight for the good of the people and to bring balance between the Light and the Dark so that they may coexist... So tell me...
He settled his gaze upon Ashara then
Will you stand with me and become a Knight of Karabor?

Zion gave a nod of his head as Ashara stepped forward. Her unusual appearance was unlike anything he had seen up close before. From the color of her skin and the jewelry that adorned her back, to the horns that sprouted from her head, and the golden eyes that she stared at him with. But where other's curiosity lay with her outward appearance. His lay with her strange presence within the Force. It was unlike anything he had come across before. And perhaps now that she had committed herself to the Order, he might have a chance to learn more about her
I could not agree more... It is my pleasure to be the first to welcome you as a Knight...
With Ashara's pledge complete, he shifted his attention to the remaining crowd. Now all that remained was to see how many others would follow in her stead
And what of the rest of you? Come forward if you will stand with us...

She had been confused by Zion's statement to her as he left the balcony, but instead had opted not to press the point with him. A decision which was quickly rewarded as Zion stood before the group and made his proclamation. The founding of an Order of Knights. An interesting concept. Though more interesting was his feelings toward the Jedi Order and their interpretation of balance. Her gaze had passed to Alaara and Dranosh when the man had driven that point home. Unlike herself, both had trained in the Jedi Order and held titles. But neither of them moved to say anything. What ever she expected to happen next though, was not what went down. With Alaara standing up and joining the slowly growing crowd
"I have fought by the Jedi's way for years, and yet here I find myself... I will not forgot what the First Order did to me... This war needs to be brought to an end..."
Elizabeth locked eyes with Dranosh before he too rose up and stood beside Alaara
"The Force is a mysterious thing... I do not claim to know what secrets it holds... But I am willing to trust in it and join your cause!"
If ever there was a sign that this was the right path forward, her two friends pledging to join this Order was surely it. Elizabeth rose form her seat and took her place between Dranosh and Alaara, nodding to Zion
"I might not be as strong as my Father, but I can only do my best to try and help others..."

=Ashara=
Certainly.

Ashara nodded and took the hand of Zion Morviael. Her hand was warm, for a human it would have indicated a fever, but for her it was the norm. Most beings felt cold, like they were missing the same fire that burned inside her. No doubt a side affect of her transformation those many years ago. She allowed the Founder of the Order to lead her were he would. With tail swishing behind her, hooves clicking on the floors, and horns avoiding any low hanging objects, she painted quite the humorous picture. Or she would have were it not for her other worldly elegance and strange presence in the Force.

Her eyes took in the room she now had a commanding view of, before also falling on her companion. Studying the man, Ashara smiled. She sometimes forgot others did not share her visions and thus did not often see the paths they would tread days in advance. How blessed of an existence that must be. Getting to experience life with all its surprises, but when you have such a gift, it would be unwise to not use it.

=Ashara=
I am called Ashara. Master Morviael, I assume you took me away from our comrades for more than a simple introduction.

She smiled again as Zion confessed his interest in her. Flattered a little, she nodded at his comment about her mark in the Force. Ashara did feel it herself, especially around others gifted in the Force.

=Ashara=
Yes, I suppose that is another side effect of being the subject of a Force experiment, aside from the tail and horns, anyway.

The slightest hint of a blush crossed her ash colored skin as Zion continued to pay her complement. But the topic then turned to the ordeal she had suffered through. It was nothing she was ashamed of, just hard to talk about. But she would speak of it.

=Ashara=
All I know is from the notes my... creator... left behind. I was a child, one of many, that he took to his laboratory. He seemed to be attempting to create a being of perfectly balanced Dark and Light. I was subjected to what I must assume was decades of torture and brainwashing, with the others he took. I was the only one to survive the ordeal, apparently he got attached and named me, Ashara, after his late daughter. But soon the time came for him to do what he had been planning. I was subjected to the changing effects of Sith Alchemy, but throughout the process he tapped into the Lightside of the force. Hoping it would "balance me out" as he put it. But it cost him his life. His spirits last actions were to awake me and pass on some of his knowledge of the Force. I awoke with nothing and not knowing who or what I was.