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All his fighting, his battle, had been for naught. In the end, the Sith had triumphed. Jarrell took no pleasure in watching the world succumb to his fate - an agonizing demise - but his body could withstand no more. If he had more strength he would fit. If he had more wit he would barb. But...

The Sith dodged the strike and responded with one of his own. When Virious hopped back, Jarrell tried to recover his guard, but he was just too slow. The gleaming, red blade caught his right wrist, severing his red hand from his body. His face strained in agony as he dropped to a knee, wounded...

Indeed, the Sith was far more resistant than Jarrell had hoped. It had been a naive dream to imagine that he could end the battle in the first strike. He would keep the pressure on. When Jarrell's stab with the blade was deflected by the Sith, he moved his hand to keep grip of the lightsaber...

Jarrell wouldn't bite at the bait. As the Sith stumbled backwards, Jarrell stretched out his rear hand and coiled the Force around the Sith's planted heel. He ripped the heel inwards, at best inverting the foot entirely so his toes faced backwards. At worst, as the Sith was off balance stepping...

He almost chuckled: Of course a Sith wouldn't know the strength of character. His point remained, though. He was alone in this fight. He hoped another would rise to the occasion, to beat back the tide of the Sith abominations on this world. He would do all he could to stem the tide of this...

Kaldar's words rang true. They stabbed into his heart, ruminated painfully in his mind. There was something powerful in the Sith - always unafraid of who they were, proud of their identities as power-hungry murderers. Their willingness to embrace themselves, understand their core identity, made...

In each Jedi's life, there comes a time when they must make a choice. They must commit themselves fully, absolutely, to their principles, regardless of what the broader galaxy's opinion was. They must put themselves in harms way, even if victory was futile. They must stand against the tide, even...

He took a deep breath, finally feeling at ease. His eyes watered at her comments; they were a culmination of what had been an incredibly emotional period. He didn't realize that he had been running on empty all week, and her kind words finally brought him down to the ground. With his guard down...

Jarrell chuckled along with her, inspired by her humility. Perhaps it was typical of a good Jedi, underplaying themselves as they speak of marvelous accomplishments. He stopped when he heard the unfortunate news about Master Trimatt. He had never known nor heard of her old Master, but the sting...

Jarrell was caught off-guard. He was uneasy at the pace these negotiations were moving - it was clear, at this point, the goalpost had already moved beyond the immediate concerns of the refugees. He would have to refocus the discussion to this crucial issue, lest they conveniently get left out...

A bite. It seemed his words had gotten through to them. He responded to Senator Rayne promptly. "I'm happy to hear that, Senator. Perhaps, if the other senators are willing, we could figure out the terms of a compromise? If we could iron out a proposal to send to the refugee leadership, or some...

They were resistant - which was to be expected. But, they would not have come to the table if they truly had nothing to offer; there has to be something these politicians want out of this exchange. Finding what that was, and negotiating from there, would be key in Jarrell's strategy. He nodded...

"I'll make the rounds with you, if you're sure that's alright," Jarrell nodded in response. It would be good for her to see the state of the clinic. With the galactic outbreak of AMS, and the relative insignificance of a town like Ru'Dok on the galactic scale, the building was horribly...

As expected, her presence brought an immediate calm to his mood. And, she had come with ideas: he knew that Gattis-root would be critical to their operation here, but he had been unsure where and how to source it. "That's...a very good question." He brought his hand to his chin for a moment...

He could feel the surprise coming off of the representatives - inside, it filled him with a twinge of pride before he buried it. A small part of him knew, even loved, that the Jedi's reputation was so meaningful. He tried not to let it show on his face; he offered a slow bow to both of the...

She would sense his stress, tooh, but that was also written on his face. His mood considerably changes upon her appearance, though, and he offers a bright smile in return. He gives a ceremonial bow after their handshake. "Knight Tharen. I am Knight Jarrell DiVos," he says almost-too-loudly for...

He offered a thoughtful nod towards her first point. Yes, how interesting it was to remember that the Republic’s politicians were held accountable to constituents rather than the ideals of a council of philosophic experts. Her personal stakes in the matter were clear - an understandable trait of...

The Jedi, historically, had a mixed reputation with their skills as peaceful negotiators. While the extermination of the Jedi Order over a century ago was now better known as the prelude to the tyrannical Galactic Empire, some still whispered the same rumors and conspiracies of the Jedi from the...

Jarrell had long been a proponent of Jedi medical diplomacy. During his tenure as a Padawan, he had written several treatises on the topic; Bothawui would be an excellent chance to put the theory into practice. He had not led a mission on his own, yet. He was freshly knighted, and this was his...

Jarrell remembered his first Founding. While much of the early days in the Jedi Order were a jumbled mess in his mind, The Founding marked a turn for him. He remembered noble Knights, wise Masters, and eager Padawan alike join in sharing and celebration of the Jedi past in a way that he never...