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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Sept 18, 2015 20:24:22 GMT -8
*The Falleen's concerns were of potential repercussions and fears of handing the Wookiees over to "another form of oppression." The Sage also seemed anxious that, perhaps, this little "crusade" of theirs—and Aerandir was hesitant to refer to it as such—was brash, and simply focused on an end without consideration for the means. Valid concerns, and Aerandir understood them; while yes, they were trained and required to fight the advances of the dark side, weaken their numbers, they definitely had to ensure their methods did not see them stoop to the same lows. Or indeed, fall to the dark side themselves...
Shaking his head, Aerandir replied,* "They're valid concerns. But Master Iorek was right when he approached me with those words, that we've let the Sith idle too long, and we shouldn't let them sit idle; I already have a bad feeling about that. But you have my word as a Jedi, I will not allow our methods to be beneath us; I won't let them stoop to the lows of the enemy."
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Post by Vixont Rzirress on Sept 21, 2015 20:24:14 GMT -8
***Master Calmcacil does his best address the Falleen's concerns, and his word does carry weight as far as the Sage believed. After all, Master Calmcacil was the Headmaster of the Felucian Conclave. But there was something about the way he said some things. Something that the Falleen took a small issue with, emphasis on small. Not quite a big of a deal as one would expect, but the Sage did have a tendency to question just about anything.***
"I don't doubt your word, Master. But last I checked, we are Keepers of the Peace. Not soldiers. As for letting the Sith idle, why wasn't something done sooner? Why all of the sudden is the focus on Kashyyyk now? Where was this concern when the Sith first took root? Don't misunderstand me, I am all for this removal. I just feel it has come after the fact. A wise person once said to me,'An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure '. I fear there is no cure for the Sith. At least, not in the peaceful resolution sense of the word."
***The Falleen Sage then leans a little forward, not to impose himself, and gestures for Master Calmcacil and his padawan to take the lead so they can all head off for Kashyyyk.***
"So I defer to your better wisdom Master. After you."
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Post by The Shepherd on Nov 15, 2015 19:10:30 GMT -8
It was quiet in the council chamber. Still. Empty. Rutil liked it that way; on Felucia, a planet teeming with life in seemingly every nook and cranny, peace and quiet was hard to come by. Even the base's archives were far too loud for his liking. But there was a council chamber here. There was not, however, a council with which to fill it. As such, chairs remained unused, and the stillness of this near-total lack of use provided a peace that finally allowed the Zabrak Jedi Master to collect his thoughts in relative peace.
Rutil sat, leaned back, his gnarled chin resting between his index finger and his thumb as his mind tore through his thoughts, themselves a jungle that could rival the planet beneath his feet. Thule had been empty, according to Marris's report. Korriban had been empty. Kashyyyk had fallen, true, but that had been the only true stronghold left. The Sith were not gone from the galaxy; even now, Rutil could feel their presence staining the immaculate fabric of the galaxy, darkening every star in the sky. But they had gone to ground, and buried themselves so deep as to once again be seemingly extinct. Some would have given up the hunt. Some others would have even claimed victory. But Rutil knew, more than most, that in order to stop a weed, it had to be pulled out at the root. He had no doubt that they were still out there. And he knew, deep in his bones, that they were preparing for something truly malicious. If nothing else, the monstrosity with the phrik arm and the adamant refusal to die was still out there, and he still had to answer for the forty-odd villagers and countless Gungans on Naboo.
The Zabrak shifted in his seat, still uncomfortable. His tunic and pants remained, but his outer robe had been replaced by a durasteel breastplate and pauldrons, with the sleeves and legs rolled into respective gauntlets and greaves. But as he managed to find something relatively comfortable once more, he noticed that he felt a mild tiredness in addition to the discomfort. He had felt so powerful during the Kashyyyk campaign. Like nothing could have stood in his way. He had felt that ever since he faced off with the Sith on Naboo. But since the battle had been won, the strength that had coursed through his veins was little more than a memory. A powerful memory, but an echo nonetheless. In quiet moments, few and far between as they were, Rutil could still feel its tantalizing touch on his skin, brushing against him as he slept. Its taste lingered on his tongue like a fine wine. Its vapors could still be caught on the wind, teasing the Jedi Master. And try as he might, days after the battle had ended, it refused to return to him. When he trained as he always did, Rutil could feel a spark in his aging body, and for a fleeting moment the memory became something more than a wish on a shooting star. But before long, the Jedi Guardian could once again feel the weight of his new durasteel armor, and even the lightsaber in his hand began to feel heavy.
So, with little recourse and nowhere else that was quiet enough, Rutil remained in the council chamber of the Felucia conclave, ruminating on the galaxy's seemingly complete lack of Sith in something as close to meditation as he had ever been able to manage.
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Post by The Shepherd on Nov 23, 2015 20:21:51 GMT -8
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 29, 2015 18:14:08 GMT -8
*Bix approached the Council Chambers, leading Lord Stratus there from the hangar. He'd sensed forward to be sure it wasn't presently in use; their new Zabrak friend of theirs liked to use the quiet chambers for meditation often, and, preferring not to disturb the rather... gruff Jedi, he would have resorted to a different meeting place if necessary. Fortunately, it was empty, meaning Bix was able to step right inside and welcome the Jedi Lord into the chambers.
Once inside, Bix let the door shut, then, taking a few steps away from the door, idly scratched at his beanie once more as he asked,* "What can the Jedi do for you on Jabiim? What's the situation?"
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Nov 29, 2015 19:01:15 GMT -8
The Jabiim Lord would follow Bix towards the Council Chambers. His eyes glancing around every so often to take in the atmosphere and appearance of the Felucian Enclave. It sure felt like a hermitage for the Jedi; seeing as Felucia was a rather undesirable planet to live upon. If the noisy jungle went send someone away, a herd of Acklays sure would. His attention was brought back to the entrance of the chambers where Crix would enter quietly and calmly. Once he was addressed by Bix, Crix would respond.
A staunch opponent to my father's rule, a certain Lord Angron, has decided to take it upon himself to liberate Jabiim from he viewed as Jedi meddling. There are those who I sense envy and jealousy from as the Stratus family has risen high compared to the other clans. Angron was riddled with such emotions last I spoke to him in person. For almost four years now, Jabiim has known civil war...
Crix would pause for a moment in his words, reflecting upon the first attack that was an attempted coup by rebels instigated by Angron's wealth and words. He suspected many of the families who followed that rebel leader were more fearful of Angron's power than his own. Others were in his pocket while the rest were truly as disapproving of the Stratus hegemony over their world as their rebellious leader was. His thoughts passed on as the Jedi Lord continued to speak.
In a recent confrontation that resulted in a loyalist victory, Angron slipped through our fingers and now has resorted to holding out in his fortress on the northern continent. As other rebel strongholds fall to the momentum of my armies, I have ordered the main forces to only surround Lord Angron's fortress and not sought to attack till I had reached out for meditation. I desire the aid of the Jedi to try and reel Angron back from his jealousy and bring a peaceful end to this civil war. If not, then I must order the attack and end this rebellion by force... I cannot let Jabiim and her people suffer any longer because of petty emotions and ambitions...
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Post by The Shepherd on Nov 29, 2015 20:40:35 GMT -8
"Like your father's own?"
Standing in the shadows in the far corner of the council chamber, Rutil Iorek stepped into the light. He was a tall man, easily a head taller than the Jedi Lord, and strode forward with an unmatched power in his steps. He, more than the Jedi Lord, looked ready for war; rather than the light and functional saffron robes he had worn most of his life, the Zabrak's tunic was now a much darker brown color, covered in areas by durasteel plate armor. Yet for all the metal he wore, only now did the Jedi Master's footfalls become audible.
Inwardly, he was ecstatic that his practice in various stealth arts had progressed so far in so short a time. But only contempt was expressed in the Jedi's scarred, wrinkled, gargoyle-like face.
"Forgive me, sir," the Zabrak said, his voice as rough as his skin, "I couldn't help but overhear."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 30, 2015 18:04:32 GMT -8
*Bix listened as Lord Stratus detailed Jabiim's civil war, seemingly led by a jealous man known as Lord Angron, who opposed Lord Stratus' father's rule. Apparently, the loyalists had managed to push back the rebels under Lord Angron, holing him up in his fortress. That was where the Jedi would come in: Lord Stratus sought after a peaceful conclusion, rather than a fatal strike upon their enemy's leader.
It was noble, or at least it sounded so; there were always two sides to each story, and whoever was sent to mediate—including if it were Bix himself—would have to ensure they were informed of both sides before they could come to a fair conclusion. And it seemed Bix most likely would be the one to be sent to mediate... Aerandir had just returned, and no doubt wished to take what time to himself he could manage.
Bix was about to speak when another, gruff voice entered the room. His eyes widened slightly and he spun, faced with the sight of the Zabrak Iorek. He had been keeping himself concealed? Bix was... a little unsettled by the man, but his fervor was undeniable. Bix only regarded him with a nod.* "Apologies, Master Iorek, I'd thought you'd taken your leave. If we're disturbing you, we can take the conversation elsewhere. Lord Stratus of Jabiim here was seeking mediation for a conflict on his homeworld, which," *he turned his gaze back toward the Jedi Lord,* "I will personally oblige."
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Nov 30, 2015 19:17:13 GMT -8
Crix would glance off to the side when he heard the voice and turned fully to see a Jedi Zabrak, who Bix had identified as Master Iorek. The Jedi Lord had known of this Zabrak well since the HoloNews net was covering his Crusade against the Sith. A stealth technique was well-refined, which Crix admired, but it did make him a little uneasy. Perhaps the stealthiness of the Zabrak's appearance made the Jedi Lord feel uneasy due to the war and how many attempted stealthy actions to kill his wife and children. Despite the appearance of Master Iorek, Crix would return his gaze to Jedi Master Bix.
Thank you, Master Bix. Jabiim would be so very grateful for the aid of the Felucian Enclave in their hour of need.
After the gratitude was given to Bix, Stratus would return his gaze to Master Iorek before bowing his head to the Zabrak.
You need not apologize, Master Jedi. I came for the aid of the Felucian Enclave after all. My plea is to all ears that can listen, not just to Master Bix here. It is a tragedy that my people must suffer the petty ambitions of the rebel leaders...
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Post by The Shepherd on Dec 2, 2015 16:13:34 GMT -8
"And the convictions of their own leaders as well, it would seem."
Rutil barely acknowledged Master Bix, either to condone his actions or condemn his intrusion; while he had been meditating (as best as he had ever been able to, anyway), the Zabrak knew he was little more than a guest on Felucia, and an increasingly unwelcome one at that. Bix had far more right to be there than Rutil did, and the Jabiimite was probably far more personable than the horned Jedi Master. As such, the interruption wasn't something he would do much to complain about. If anything, it had given Rutil an opportunity to practice his new skills; Rutil had always been a combatant, and until very recently the idea of sneaking around the enemy's defenses seemed almost cowardly. But the crusade was in full swing. The war was far from over. And the Zabrak was not about to discout what had quickly proven to be a very effective weapon in his arsenal.
"I've no doubt," Rutil began, "that the Jedi will assist you however they can. I know Master Calmcacil leads a strong military force. I know he has strong connections to excellent mercenaries as well. I can personally vouch for them both.
"But I have to ask," the Zabrak continued, approaching the long-haired Jedi Master, "you have the man surrounded in his compound after...what was it? Four years of war? You truly believe diplomacy is still on the table?"
As blunt as Rutil was, the questions weren't meant to cut his fellow Jedi to ribbons. They were questions not of morality or of ethics, but of simple realism and practicality; going solely on what the newcomer was telling them, the broken-horned Jedi simply couldn't see how there was a peaceful resolution that didn't involve signing a treaty at the point of a lightsaber. The sentiment could be appreciated. Hell, there was a peculiar beauty in the notion. But to suggest such a thing, the Jabiimite was either horrifically naive or knew something he wasn't sharing with Bix.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Dec 2, 2015 18:42:49 GMT -8
Crix's eyebrow would rise slightly at the question proposed by the Zabrak Jedi. It was indeed a sound question and one that would require some thought. But, along the way and throughout the war, the Jedi Lord had asked himself the same question many times. His officials and generals pestered him about it, his brothers and wife counselled him when asked, even soldiers, whom Crix had approached personally, spoke of their opinions. In the end though, Stratus knew his answer and would give it with confidence in his tone and posture.
Although, one would be easily skeptical, the foe has been defeated. Even if Angron won't personally surrender, his supporters will view my offer as a chance of forgiveness and ultimately seek to abandon their stubborn leader. As I said, many joined Angron simply out of fear for his power and prestige. Now both are in the dirt and, if given the chance, even by a show of diplomacy, they will seek to rather save their skins than risk it.
Crix would stroke his beard slightly for a moment, reflecting on what had been discussed shortly before his departure to Felucia. A number of strongholds, not controlled by personal retainers or loyalists of Angron, had simply surrendered when offered the chance to. This recent turn of events, as the tragedy of war began to center upon Angron's fortress as the final act, made his educated brother, the Chancellor Kader Stratus, believe that many only joined out of fear and intimidation. Now with the great power of his nemesis broken, they were brought back to reality and sought reconciliation; whether it was genuine or not.
I would rather still try to attempt diplomacy one last time, Master Jedi. To show the people of Jabiim that I am no ruthless Lord nor one that seeks the destruction of every foe in his path. They will view me as a man who still attempted a peaceful resolve before being forced to act decisively. I will be content to know that I, at least, tried to end this war peacefully rather than with more bloodshed.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 2, 2015 19:31:06 GMT -8
"And I will do my part to help ensure such a conclusion will be reached," *Bix immediately added, glancing aside briefly at the Zabrak. It wasn't that Bix mistook the question as a suggestion to simply crush the opposition utterly, nor did he entirely disagree with the notion. All the same, if Lord Stratus was willing to take the extra step to save those he could—especially those who fought for Angron out of oppression rather than loyalty—then any chance to do so must be taken.
Bix wanted to add more, but also didn't want to give the impression that he was rushing the conversation, even if that would have been beneficial to the Jedi Lord in the long run. If the Zabrak had more he wished to say, then by all means, he was free to do so.*
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Post by The Shepherd on Dec 4, 2015 2:08:48 GMT -8
"Indeed he shall."
Rutil nodded in affirmation, making a point to ensure that Bix knew that the Zabrak Jedi would have no part in the negotiations. Not that anybody would have wanted him there; by now, everyone knew that Rutil was no diplomat, despite his success at rallying the Hapans to Kashyyyk. Further, while his question was meant with the best of intentions, anybody that had spent an hour with the Jedi Master would know that he would just as soon snap the rebel leader's neck and put an end to the rebellion, just as the man petitioning them for help should have done. Besides, Rutil was already enlisted in a different battle, with a far more powerful foe. For all he knew, saving a few thousand on the rain-soaked world would mean being unable to save a few million on the other side of the galaxy. And between the two, the choice was obvious.
"Excuse me."
With a small nod to both parties, the gruff Jedi Master turned and strode out of the council chambers, crossing the chamber and vanishing around the first corner.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 26, 2015 23:11:00 GMT -8
*It was time to address the Jedi Order at large. Sweeping changes had been made, necessary changes. Many discussions had been held, among the Masters, Knights, even some of the Padawans had been included. But changes had to be enacted, were discussed, were voted on. And now that this had come to pass, it was time to pass along word to the Jedi as a whole.
Aerandir took this upon himself, stepping within the holoprojector in the Council Chambers of Felucia, submitting an encrypted address along to all known Jedi establishments...*
:: "For many years, the Jedi Order has been split. United in name, we still kept spread across the cosmos. Scattered, with no true central point of command. Today, that at last changes. From this point forward, the Jedi Base of Felucia, established by the esteemed Masters Raven Alora and Belac, has been named as the central headquarters of the Jedi Order. The various remaining Jedi establishments will act as outposts and alternative places of education.
"With this change comes also a reshuffling of the Jedi Council. These are your new Councilors: Serrin Roma, Rawkill..." :: *he continued to list off the remaining list of Councilors, until the final name,* :: "... and myself, Aerandir Calmcacil.
"For decades, the Jedi have survived, but we must become truly prosperous. Without true unity, we will never live up to our potential as the guardians of peace and freedom in the galaxy. The first steps have been taken. Now is the time to work together as one Jedi Order. May the Force be with us." ::
*Stepping away from the projector after the message was sent, he turned away from the Council Chambers. A new chapter had begun in the history of the Jedi Order...*
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 12, 2016 22:07:55 GMT -8
*Some time after the recent events, Aerandir had convened a small council to discuss events in the galaxy. Joining him was his sister and apprentice Michelle, his good friends and trusted advisers Bix McDouglas and Tom Klanzo, his former Master Bruce Terry via hologram, and two fellow High Councilors, a Chadra-Fan and a Skakoan.
Aerandir had expressed concerns regarding galactic affairs, especially with the recent revelation of the so-called "Knights of Ren" and the declaration that the Imperial Remnant would bring order, crushing their opposition. Coupled with Aerandir's lack of doubt that this "Soku Ren" was none other than a former Jedi Master and comrade, Aerandir had little doubt that war was on the table, and the Jedi were likely a target. So he had called this little gathering to discuss future endeavors, as well as ask Bruce if he'd had any contact with the Jedi at their homeworld of Deralia recently.*
"I've already invited them to seek shelter at Belkadan," *Bruce's holographic figure, standing in the center of the room, reported to Aerandir.* "Master Dionne accepted my offer and I have been making preparations for their arrival."
*Aerandir, leaning forward in one of the Councilor chairs, nodded, pleased with this development, before adding,* "Don't linger long. At the first sign of trouble, leave Belkadan for here."
*The figure nodded.* "I'm not sure what the Imperials would want with a backwater world like Belkadan, but I'll keep that in mind."
"Jacob's shortsighted," *was Aerandir's curt retort.*
"You truly believe this 'Soku Ren' is a former friend of yours?" *The mechanical-toned question came from the Skakoan sitting to his left.
Aerandir scoffed.* "'Friend' is not the word I think any of us would've used to describe Jacob Forman. He had a logical mind, which we thought would be useful for the Council." *Bruce's hologram nodded in what seemed to be reluctant agreement. Aerandir continued,* "Too logical, it turned out. He was very old-fashioned, not very in-line with the New Jedi Order way of thinking. To him, all that mattered was the letter of the law, not the spirit. So we took him off the Council, something he never took well. Eventually he just... vanished."
"And likely wants revenge," *mused Tom, leaning against the wall behind the seated Jedi, arms folded.* "So now he thinks these Imperials can bring 'order' to the galaxy. Something or someone manipulated his line of thinking to their advantage to create a weapon."
"And they say they aren't Sith..." *Aerandir muttered derisively.
The Chadra-Fan to his right piped up,* "You mustn't blame yourself, Aerandir."
"I don't. He did this to himself."
*The Chadra-Fan nodded.* "What's done is done. You intend now to fight back? To go to war? An unfortunate response..."
"Unfortunate, but inevitable." *Aerandir sighed, sitting up straight.* "It was expected once Korriban, then Kashyyyk were hit. However, instead of a direct counterattack, they may be pouring their resources into this new Imperial resurgence. And what with the Republic being no more, the galaxy's pretty much ripe for the picking."
"They won't win." *The voice came from Michelle, standing at Aerandir's left.* "How many times have they tried? It never works."
*Aerandir, Bruce, and Tom allowed themselves a small smile at Michelle's determination, but it was Tom who spoke,* "History is indeed on the side of the light in the long run, however, we must play our own cards right if we're to ensure that tradition continues."
"We cannot let the Empire lay claim to those now-independent worlds," *the Skakoan warned.*
"So we won't," *Aerandir remarked.* "I'm sure the galaxy doesn't want another Empire. So we create an alliance."
*Tom raised an eyebrow.* "A rebel alliance?"
*Aerandir smirked, looking over his shoulder at the older man.* "In a sense. Except," *he explained, looking around at the entire group,* "attempting to restore the Republic won't be our goal. For now, I think it's clear that the Republic isn't a system the galaxy wants to support. I instead propose... well, like I said, an alliance. Systems remain independent, but will have allies. No overreaching government to bog down the galaxy's political dealings, and the Jedi will be there to support all, to mediate conflicts, as we've always been meant to do."
*Michelle frowned.* "That almost sounds like the Confederacy of Independent Systems..."
*Aerandir's head fell, as though he'd just sustained a blow, then raised it, smiling sheepishly.* "I was going for something slightly less villainous..."
"Regardless of its name," *the Chadra-Fan interrupted, sounding mildly amused,* "I agree with you in that we must prepare some form of opposition sooner rather than later."
"I am also agreed," *the Skakoan buzzed.*
"Good," *Aerandir replied, standing from his seat.* "Then I'm already on my way."
*Bix, standing near the back of the room near Tom, frowned and took a step forward.* "Now?"
*Aerandir nodded.* "Of course. The sooner the better. I'll contact as many system figureheads and militia leaders as I can and arrange a meeting, in person if they prefer it. Surely all you've felt the same storm brewing as I have." *Silence fell for a moment before he was answered by solemn nods.* "That means we need to work fast. If there's nothing more to say, I'll be on my— out of here."
*Bruce was the first to reply.* "I'll talk to the local government here. I'm sure Belkadan retains some loyalty to the Jedi and freedom."
"And anything I can do to aid," *Tom added,* "you know I'll do it."
"I'm going with you!" *declared Michelle, standing by her brother's side.
Aerandir chuckled.* "Well that goes without saying." *Michelle grinned.*
"Then by all means," *the Skakoan said,* "m—wzzt!" *The mechanical interference was immediately tended to by the creature, adjusting the knobs on the bulky armor before the vocoder was active again.* "Blasted thing. Make haste!"
*Michelle was holding back a grin, as was her brother, who only bowed to the assembled greeting.* "May the Force be with us."
"May the Force be with us," *the gathering repeated. Aerandir then turned and departed the council chambers with Michelle. War... It had come again. But it would not be met without resistance...*
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Post by Nemo on Jan 15, 2016 14:40:06 GMT -8
Nemo had wondered the base for a number of minutes and was unable to find anyone he recognised, as he thought. He was, subconsciously, making his way towards the council chamber. if there would be any Jedi he recognised in the base, they would probably be there. Nemo had thought about who he knew in the Jedi that might still be alive and/or prominent members of the order. He had come up with two names, Raven Alora and Aerandir Calmcacil. Both Jedi Masters had been on the High Council when he knew them and he would very much like to speak to either of them. He had information that would fall on grateful ears in this uncertain time in the galaxy. As he walked around the corner he saw a sight he had not seen in a long time, Master Calmcacil.
"Aerandir!"
Nemo spoke aloud without thinking, he had been away for many years and not been in the company of a Jedi for even longer than that. He straightened his robes and slowly walked towards the fellow human Jedi Master. He spoke only to Aerandir but was not purposefully ignoring the woman with him.
"Master Calmcacil, may I speak with you? I have some information that the Council may find interesting."
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 2:01:51 GMT -8
It was a very short time after leaving Naan in the Medical Wing that Mary & Dandy Arrived at the Council Chambers. Mary's first impression was overdone. The short being completely hidden in robes waiting for them wasn't a species Mary had ever seen before, which was saying something.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 2:19:57 GMT -8
Jedi Master Plur Jajamal, one of the rare few Jawa's to possess an ability to master the Force, sat alone in the Council Chambers, reviewing a handful of files on a datapad as Jedi Knight Dandleion Wriyte and his Padawan Mary Cerulea. He quickly locked the datapad, hiding it's contents from prying eyes as he set his own gaze upon the pair, his personal translator cracking to mechanical life as he spoke
I apologise for this impromptu summons, however, I'm afraid a rather urgent matter has come to the Council's attention, that requires our attention. I don't mean to seem so rushed, however, this mission is somewhat time sensitive...
It was then, that Plur used the force to levitate a small datachip over to the affectionatly known Dandyman
Whilst it is against our better nature to seperate a Knight and Padawan so quickly, desperate times have called for desperate matters. As such, Knight Wriyte, you are being reassigned to a covert mission, on behalf of the Council of First Knowledge. As for Padawan Mary Cerulea, in light of your out standing debt with regards to the costs for repairing your freighter... The Ndathoggu Tempest, you're training is being reassigned to Jedi Master Gene Kenobi, whom should be here shortly...
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 2:27:17 GMT -8
Mary blinked at that, though it was hidden from sight by the mask she wore. She might be a little hazy on the finer details of Salvage Law, but she should own the Tempest free & clear.
-Mary
Excuse me, but by Salvage Law the rights ship is mine without having to pay anyone for it. As I fixed the ship from basically a worthless hull, back into a flying ship. I would like to know what exactly the debt is from.
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Post by Gene Kenobi on Jan 16, 2016 2:28:41 GMT -8
Though it had been some time since he had navigated the temple, and some time since he had taken on an assignment that carried weight beyond that of a simple planetary migration, he was able to find the Council Chambers of the base rather easily; entering the chambers as promptly as he was able to find the sight waiting within. He was not sure as to what he should make of the sight of a knight and his apprentice standing before a lone Jedi Master, but he was of the notion that it was important.
Upon entering, and without much pause he bowed respectfully to the Master seated in his chair and moved silently to the edge of the circle where the knight and apprentice currently stood. He was unsure of the nature of this summons, but he felt a disturbance in the Force that seemed to surround the girl and her supposed master, but also from the small Jedi and the seats beside him. Though he had questions, some of the words the girl had spoken, he would save them for another time.
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