The Halo Nebula (Jedi council)

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Considering the lack of activity in 'Lord of an Order, Long Dead', i'm skipping forward. Dex, Jorax, i'll fill you in on what happened in that thread to make sure our stories are straight.

Ragged, wearied and injured, Tyrn Lightell sat in his Council seat, the temptation to fall into a Jedi healing trance all too difficult to resist. What he had faced within the dark tomb of Brutalidon was beyond recounting - simple words gave no justice to what terrors those dark halls had held. Indeed, the deepest section of the tomb was completely void of the Force, as if it simply did not exist beyond a certain threshold. And beyond? The ordeals grew greater still. The fact that Tyrn, his padawan Reron, and his fellow Councillor Kyle had all made it through and returned with their lives was evidence enough of their will to suceed and pass through to find the secrets within.

Upon his return, Tyrn had immediately called for an emergency session of the Council. The secrets written within Brutalidon's ancient tomes spoke of many things, great artefacts, secret locations...even the birthplace of the Mancer's Magic, discovered within the final years of the once proud Mancer's Academy. For Tyrn, there would be no rest, unfortunately - plans had already been set in motion for his departure. The Council needed to be notified of his next movements, however - such sudden and unexpected dissappearances of his self would not be tolerated again, especially considering the state he had returned in.

 

[Ser Gregor]

The doors of the Council's chamber swung open on the well greased hinges, and Dusan Mot Marduk entered in behind them. He gazed at the Grandmaster with an inquisitive, wild eye. He looked like he'd just been spit out by a Rancor. The chamber was empty except for Tyrn and Dusan. "Master Lightell." Dusan muttered as he inclined his head slightly. He and Lightell did not often agree on things, so that was all that was said.

Moving over to his seat, Dusan sat in the chair lightly, his wild expression of calm waiting taking over him, as he rested in the chair. He glanced over at Lightell from time to time, trying to gauge what the meeting was about. The fact that the Grandmaster had been absent for some time had disturbed Dusan more then he would admit... The Jedi couldn't afford to have yet another Grandmaster lost to them.

 

[Green Ranger]

Despite the distance between them, Tyrn smiled warmly - or at least as warmly as his still chilled heart could be after Hoth - at his fellow Council member. Despite what differences they had, Tyrn silently thanked Marduk every time - discussing the disagreements lead to an answer they all could agree with to a certain extent, and thus verified the usefulness of the Council.

Still, in waiting for the others, Tyrn grew impatient. This meeting could not wait any longer. He quickly patched himself through to the rest of the Council's holopads, then began. If they were late, they could take up their seats in the Council, but at least they all would still be informed as to what was going on. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry for disrupting your busy schedules, fellow Councillors, but as you are well aware, I have been rather...absent, of late. For that, I sincerely apologize. However, my quest to...to Hoth, was not in vain. I have discovered...new secrets of the Force, hidden even from the eyes of the Jedi and the Sith. Other...Aspects."

Tyrn stopped there, both to let the words sink in, and to take a break. Even speech was taxing at this point. He realized he would have to keep his findings brief but informative, otherwise he would have to adjourn the meeting for kolto immersion.

 

[Jorax]

ooc: fill me in please.

*Kyle just nodded his head in confirmation at the recent events. Surviving was the least of his worries now. Joining Tyrn with this quest of his was something he was most interested in. His ragged robes had become much dirtier and worn. He looked as a mere beggar towards this audience of great men and women. That was the outcome of this journey of adventure. The bare survival of his life.

It was to be said in stone that the Jedi did not crave adventure. They felt no feelings of such wants and needs. But it had never said anything about the crave for knowledge and information. If Kyle could manage it, he would be able to make it through the whole meeting before going to the med. bay for Jedi Healers. He never liked the idea of being submerged in a tank filled with odd chemicals. The Force was a much better healer.

 

[Green Ranger]

ooc: bumpage, need someone to respond, thanks.

 

[Ser Gregor]

OOC: Might want to PM some of the other Councilors.

 

[Green Ranger]

Tyrn caught his breath and continued haltingly, his eyelids drooping to near closed as he concentrated with every fiber of his being. This was the point where he would either be forever etched into history as a great and influential master...or thrown away, discarded and erased from all record, a dangerous heretic. In the stillness of the chamber, suddenly a slight breeze kicked up, the air suddenly animated, as if against its will, moving around in accordance with the will of some greater power. The barest of touches could be felt on the fabric of the Force - indeed, it was almost completely unnoticeable, save to those so attuned to the Force. The alternate aspects left only a minimal imprint on each other, though its very existance meant they were related and connected in some manner.

Tyrn's eyes suddenly snapped open and the wind, which had now risen to a low howl, suddenly stopped, taking dust kicked up from the deepest corners of the chamber and leaving it in the air to drift to the ground. For a moment, there was silence, and nothing. But then, even the Jedi - who mind you, are used to dealing with the not-quite-everyday things that happen every now and then - would most likely be even slightly taken aback.

Tyrn now stood in the center of the circular chamber, his ragged robes making his figure seem small and hunched, like an old man...and perhaps he did stoop, if slightly, as the weight of such power would be great. But such small things like one's stance are lost in contrast to great happenings. For Tyrn now stood, wreathed in white flame, if only for a moment, and that brief moment imprinted itself on the minds of the Council, for it seemed in their mind's eyes that the flame consisted of three layers - one visible, a second less obvious but still evident, faint but potent, and the final layer, barely tangible, more like an after-image on the retina than anything of reality.

But it only lasted a moment, as Tyrn took a sharp breath, and the flame vanished, leaving Tyrn seemingly far more shrunken and travel-weary than ever. His eyes rose again, however, to meet the eyes of the Council. His voice cracking as he struggled to mouth the words, Tyrn continued on, despite the pain and stress wracking his already fatigued body.

'The...truth...will be found...in the Halo Nebula...'

 

[Dexington]

"The Halo Nebula?"

Yi had not said a word up until this point, but felt that he had to interject now. He trusted his Grandmaster to make the right decisions, even in his absence Yi had figured Tyrn was doing good things. But what he spoke of did not seem right some how, there was a hint of mischief in the name itself and something bad would come of it, he was certain.

"What is it?"