Jedi Temple

Amber walked to the middle of the Main Entrance Hall, before stopping to turn towards Zacaiah, Hikari, and Akari, whilst small groups of students rushed about around them to different area's of the temple
She sometimes wondered how she got herself into situations like this, more so around the Temple then anywhere else she had been. After all, she wasn't exactly the tour girl type, since she lacked the formal attire one would expect them to wear. But then, Zion did seem to trust her with such tasks, she was sure in part because he was busy trying to get the Temple running properly again and keep it that way
Amber wasn't really sure what to do, having never given a tour before. She then started to her her hands together slowly, before locking her fingers together
=Amber Caird=
So.. Welcome to the Honoghr Temple, home of the Honoghr Conclave. Outside of the doors behind me are the Temple Grounds, which stretch for a fair distance, before coming to the Temple's outter wall. Inside, the Temple is similarly a labyrinth or corridors and rooms for a fair distance as well. Up until recently, the Temple sat almost dorment and over crowded with padawans and knights, something of a spill over caused by the attack on Yavin IV. However, Zion was entrusted with control of the Temple, and has since spent many days and weeks, working to get things a little more ordered, to deal with the still rather large student base. As such, this is the only Temple in all the Galaxy where you will find the rank of Knight Mentor. They are a group who's sole responsibility is to pass on knowledge and teach students... Any questions before we move on?

Amber nodded thoughtfully at Hikari's remark
Although she had seen Zion training when he was younger, some of the stories she had heard of his exploits once he got out into the universe did make her wonder about him. It wasn't that she didn't believe in him to be a good person, because the fact of the matter was that he was a good guy, just bad things had happened to him, and thus in turn bad things had happened to the people doing bad things.
She wondered what sort of cost it had inflicted upon Zion to have had such things done to him, and the further cost of battling the people he had faced, as well as losing some of his most cared about loved ones. No doubt all these had been factors in Zion's views for the Honoghr Conclave
Amber smiled sweetly before replying
=Amber Caird=
You would indeed be correct that this is not what some would call a pure Jedi order. Rather it is more of a Grey Jedi Order, with Potentium influences. Part of this is attributed to Zion's at odds view with the main Jedi Order and the High Council, as well as his varied life experience. His views have also shaped how the temple teaches new students, with each teacher, or mentor, free to share their views wiuth the students. It all starts in one of the many, and varied, classrooms littered throughout the temple...
Amber then lead the way out of the Main Entrance Hall and through a series of corridors to one of the classrooms

An actual examination showed that she was mainly just bruised and battered, and the whole knocked unconscious thing. But that would wear off with time, and it was lucky for them that she didn't wake up during the whole weapons confiscation or when Seamus was looking at her rather intently. The situation would have deteriorated rapidly. As it was, the room was largely silent, aside from the usual ticking and beeping of various monitors.

Kaja herself drifted back toward consciousness, however, long practice kept her from suddenly waking up. Instead, she examined her surroundings with her eyes closed. It didn't take her long to determine that not only had she been searched and her weapons and clothes confiscated, but she was currently tied to an examination table in some kind of infirmary. At least two wary presences were nearby. Evidently someone had come upon her after her fighter crashed in flames. She took a very shallow breath, and opened her eyes.

Ice-blue orbs gazed over at Seamus, and a low voice inquired with deceptive calmness, "Is this the usual admittance protocol in an infirmary?"

"Tattoos...how very narrow-minded," she muttered quietly, "Some would say that I am a nefarious purpose," the corners of her lips twitched into a tight smile, though as yet she remained motionless otherwise. She turned and looked straight up at the ceiling.

"I have many names, but given your treatment of me thus far, you deserve none of them." The woman spoke calmly, but her declaration was firm. In such a position she did not feel it necessary to make anything easy for him since he had treated her in such a wanton fashion. Instead she demanded, "where am I exactly?"

Honoghr, yes obviously. But where on Honoghr? There was a Jedi Temple-type structure, but so far these people did not seem very Jedi-like. "Is your establishment so fragile that a single woman can bring it to its knees?"

Kaja turned to face Seamus again, her face a mirror of stoic forbearance, though she was gauging his reactions.

"Hardly appropriate given that you have cuffed me and removed both my clothes and my belongings, don't you think? It verges on something much more sinister, and I wonder what the ruling body of your Order would say to that if one should lodge a complaint."

She wasn't going to stay like this much longer. There was the easy way out and there was the difficult way out. Each option had its own specific appeals at the moment. Various ways to kill Seamus were rapidly gaining in appeal.

"I suggest you release me immediately."

Some caution with reference to an outsider was obviously to be expected, but this was high-handed in the extreme. Luckily Kaja did not subscribe to a regime that tamped down upon anger and all expressions thereof. She'd been taught to use it instead. And her anger was slow-burning and cold.

Let loose upon the students? She waited until he had finished what he was doing, and then sat up in one graceful movement from which she proceeded to stand up.

"This one has never killed without reason," her level tone might reassure him, on the other hand it might not if he was curious as to what exactly constituted a reason in her opinion. She pinched the green fabric of the garb she was currently wearing and sniffed disdainfully. Absolutely styleless, though less hideous than some hospital outfits she had seen. "Perhaps your doctor friend might be comforted in the knowledge that if I wished to create chaos and mayhem within this Conclave I could do so without any of the items you confiscated. To which I might add, that you may as well return them." The Mirialan contemplated her fingernails for a moment before looking back up at Seamus.

She shrugged expressively. "I have no idea yet what has brought me here. Short answer would be instrument malfunction and potential sabotage of my vehicle. Doubtless you have been informed that I impersonated a mini-comet on my way planetside?" Her sense of humour was dry and somewhat rueful, but she still had one, even though she didn't often reveal it.

"As for labels, who the kriff are you?" she challenged him, wondering if he was one of the zealous idealists who just ached to bring more people into the Jedi fold.