A Shadow Conclave

[The Storyteller]

In the wake of the Councilor's arrival, as silence filled the chamber during a brief lull between the arguments, a soft clanking noise started to emerge from the entrance. Those who would turn to follow its source would spot a dark figure walking into the chamber, something held in its hands. A droid, standing near two meters tall, it's black paint covered in rust and mud. A youngling came running behind it, her small feet unable to keep up with the droid's larger steps. "I am sorry Master, he wouldn't stop. Said he had to complete his assignment." The youngling seemed terrified as she spat out the words at the Councilor.

The droid meanwhile clanked it's way forward and looked around at the gathered Jedi, obviously trying to find someone. Finally spotting whoever it was looking for, he clanked his way towards Fennex. Stopping in front of the Amaran Knight, he held out the box he was holding in his hands. "They said mistress would want you to have this. I don't see why, but you Jedi are all such fools." With that KR3CH, for Fennex would be able to recognize the droid for who he was, would simply let the box, box. As it hit the floor, its contents would spill out.

A human head rolled out, coming to a stop a few feet away. The lifeless, blank eyes of Syresh Lapar would stare up at the Jedi nearest to where the droid stood. Clearly visible on the forehead of the former Jedi Grandmaster's head would be the words JEDI. It seemed the Exiles had sent another gift to the Jedi.

Seeing some Jedi step back, KR3CH would tilt his head in mild confusion. "Don't worry, he is quite harmless. A lobotomy was all he needed." And for sure if anyone was inclined to look closer at the head they would notice small and barely visible puncture wounds on the side of his bald head.

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[Jinlo Halan]

Turning he attention towards the Councilor who had entered the room, her eyes narrowing as she regarded the Chagrian, it was the first time she had seen someone of his species, yet alone him before. Perhaps that may have been part and part of the problem that Master Ward and many others had raised, there were members of the council who were seldom seen within the halls of the Temple, whether it was down to missions or their own priorities it was not Jinlo's place to comment, but if the others in the order were noting their abcense then perhaps there would be a means for concern.

Silently she listened to the other Jedi voice their opinions, again talk turned towards the witch hunts between the various sects, the failures of Prakith being reportedly laid at the Shadow's door step. Sighing as she listened to Atredies push for the abolishment of the Sects, perhaps there was reason to do so, just to stop the infighting within the Order. Yet deep down each of the Sect's teachings brought a potentially significant trait to the Order that should be maintained.

The raven haired Jedi's thoughts started to turn towards the Chagrain's latter words What does the order do at a time like this? something that to her was yet to be answered. Soon the words from Master Sage rang out lambasting the collected Order for failing to head from their own mistakes, Citing the creation of the very monsters the Jedi faced was through the Order's own doing, by creating a void in which would make key members of the Order no longer welcome. But the main question rather than continue to bicker and allow the darkness to spread, what should be done?

Closing her eyes as she bit on her bottom lip in thought, her mind was cascading with various thought processes, nothing seemed to be clear cut any more, beyond the truths that were being laid bare. "We should adapt!" Jinlo spoke out aloud, almost without any forethought and even awareness to what she was saying. Opening her eyes in realisation, she could see that some of the Jedi were now looking at her. "It is no lie that the War we are facing is no longer as clean cut as it was from what was recorded in the Archives when the 100 year conflict first came to light" she added, as she directed her gaze in turn to each of those who would meet her softly glowing Ice blue eyes. "The Jedi are painted in a poorer light than the Exiles, The recent high jacking of the Holonet spilling Propaganda against us, the influence within the Senate that has allowed the notion of a non aggression pact between the Republic and the Exiles be scheduled for a hearing, Like master Sage has noted, the Exiles have extended their reach into places of power that would hold sway and influence over those who don't" she continued, almost providing a running commentary of what she had heard, read through various media.

"So why don't we counter that?" She questioned those around her "The Exiles unfortunately have the potential to wield political tools to their favor they have the PR, and no doubt political Spin. So why don't we look to where it matters the most?" she continued before pausing momentarily as she quickly processed what she was going to suggest. "Let us pool our collective talents and skills! And be noted where it matters most, be seen and held in regard by the Denizens of the Galaxy and not those in power, Send the Healers to help the sick and wounded, Send the Sentinels to protect the weak and defenseless, Send the Crusaders to defend the besieged, Send the Shadows to strike fear into the criminal underworlds" she spoke out, appealing to all those around her, although it was likely that the young raven haired Jedi's words would likely be disregarded, but she hoped that her conviction would be noticed by at-least one of the the gathered numbers "The power of the people is greater than that of those in power, if we stand for and protect them, then they will stand beside us"

 

[Fennex Zeerda]

What should the Order do? It was a simple, but engaging question. Do about what, precisely? The enemies all around them, picking them apart piece by piece? An apathetic and delusional Republic? Their friends falling into the dark at every turn? Fen wanted to speak up and add to the conversation, but he wasn't sure what to say. Other Jedi were making excellent- if very wordy- points. He'd been through so much personal turmoil lately he hardly knew what to think of all this. In fact... Wait... Was that... KR3CH? Fenenx perked up at the commotion in the entryway as the clanking scrap heap entered and- to his surprise- headed straight for him. The Knight shook his head as he stepped up to meet the deranged droid, keenly aware of the entirely inappropriate interruption this was causing the Conclave.

"KR3CH, what the blazes are you-" He didn't even get the question out before the droid relayed his mission and delivered his package. The box hit the floor with a thud, spilling its contents directly in front of the little Jedi.

"HOLY HUTT SNATCH WHAT THE F-"

Fennex' expletive was cut off as he fell backwards, instinctively retreating from the grotesque present. He quickly regained his footing, but really wished he hadn't as he looked the disembodied head in its dead, spaced out eyes. It was carved with the same cruel lettering that had been inflicted on poor Nora on Devaron. "JEDI", in big weeping cuts. The handwriting was too terrifyingly familiar- they all knew who had done this.What in the name of the Force is wrong with these people? Fennex thought as he choked back vomit.

Well... this was a surprise.

 

[Vollen Shai]

He listened intently as the Jedi continued to throw their thoughts into the ring. Plenty of anger, confusion. Long form thoughts from each finding their position, even after Councillor Shivaaga had spoken against just that. Vollen worried he’d started that trend, perhaps even regretted doing so. But there was little to do now.

That was, until the droid and the younglings had entered, along with Lapars’ head. It was a ghastly sight, scarred terribly like others of their Order had been. The room was silent, in shock. Syresh had been no Jedi at the end, not for a long time. But Vollen came to his feet, stepping down from his post, robes railing behind, and sheltered the younglings as he led him from the room. This was no sight for a child. With that he turned and knelt beside Fennex, gathering up the head up back into the case it came in, hurriedly hiding it from everyone’s eyes.

“This has been sent to rile us, nothing more. We cannot rise to it, or we’ll be just the hypocrites they see us as. I still suggest we sue for peace” Vollen blurted out in a hurry, trying to distract from the gharish sight that had been sent to them. He didn’t need to say more, he was just as shaken as the rest. Hopefully others would sympathise with his hopes.

“Then we can reorganise and rebuild, hopefully in relative safety” his words were quick, sharp. He was thrown.

 

[Vorro Rayden]

Vorro's face would twitch at the sight of the head, causing him to look towards the floor. It's all apart of the plan, to bait us...scare us..I can't do this...not if they want war. That was when he heard a voice break through the crowd. Glancing over to see the Caucasian man, with the thick brown beard. He spoke with a sense of discipline and moved quickly, he must be a master surely. Holding onto his staff, he would listen as the man spoke out towards his fellow allies.

Nodding his head in agreement, he would rub his wooden staff. He was going to stand with this man, deciding to do so now. He had nothing to lose, he was an outsider to most of them already. "I agree..." He would point towards the box, "We must find peace..to find ourselves and rebuild, rebuild something that can help the galaxy grow, help bring life into the galaxy--instead of killing it." He would pause, "I..I believe they want us to stir, act out of emotions...but, we're Jedi. We must find balance and think..think of something, because..because running in without thinking was what lead to my Master's death on Illum, and my own padawan's death." His teeth would clench down, as he finished his stuttering statement--hopefully they would listen.

 

[Cadef Sige]

There was a scowl on his face ever since he heard about the result of Prakith. He had faith in Winters and Dan'ela to lead the Order onto the battlefield, but it proved they were ill-prepared or overconfident in what had been waiting for them when they arrived. He would never have those answers, and now all they had were losses, Winters, Dan'ela, Doldan, and the council was allowing in Exiles? Not to mention the NAP vote was coming in from the senators on Coruscant and Sige didn't need to be told how that was going to end. He tried to think of the phrase, something about pouring rain when things just keep coming. However, now the Jedi have called for another conclave and if history held truth, he knew this was going to be rougher than the others.

His side felt empty without Riaca, her presence was always soothing, even for him, now would be a good time for her to be here. Regardless though he could hear the commotion from the hall where the Jedi were speaking, the voices became soft and suddenly panicked as he entered while the head of Syresh was being presented. The markings of JEDI across it, he recognized the work from when Nora returned from Devaron, this was Alais, no Andraste's work.

He walked inside slowly, not saying anything with a wave of his fingers, the head lifted and fell back into the box and Sige took the box and handed it to KR3CH (@Wit), "Tell Andraste, her thoughtfulness will be remembered, but we prefer heads served on silver platters. Boxes are a little underwhelming."

Sige looked down at Fennex, "Escort him out Knight Zeerda. (@Loco)"

The Grand Master turned to the Jedi, waiting for the droid and the severed head to leave before addressing the group. His eyes caught Rem's (@Loco) first before scanning the others. Though there had been so many losses, it felt good to still see familiar faces. He was silent for a moment knowing that there were some who would never be present again, however, now was not the time to mourn, there was work to be done.

"Time is delicate." he started, "Every minute, every second, every moment we stand and focus on what is not being done is time loss. Everyone here, is a Knight or a Master and that instills you a set of responsibilities you are held accountable for. With your title, the council trusts you do not need us or others looking over your shoulder every moment or telling you where you need to go or how to be a Jedi. We hold our trust and our guidance within the Force as I follow where it directs me, so should it for you." Sige paused folding his hand in front him, pausing as he let his words be absorbed by the Jedi Knights and Masters present.

 

[Spencer Ward]

Spencer couldn't help but roll his eyes when Jon Atreides spoke, yeah... no. Talking about reaching. Then as Master Sage spoke, the Jedi Shadow nodded in agreement with every word she spoke. She knew where the root of the problem in all this lied and didn't hold anything back in doing so. When she spoke about Cregan, that made Spencer think, remembering when he spoke to his best friend just as he was packing his bags as he left the Jedi Order. Cregan spoke about his frustrations with the Order was a major part in him leaving. Although Spencer knows the real reason he is gone, but the frustrations Cregan spoke of is ringing true even to him and not off the mark now that he thinks about it, it's becoming clear as day.

Then suddenly a droid showed up and dropped the traitor grandmaster's head, branded with Andrasts' 'Jedi' mark, the a similar one left on former Councilor Riaca Erach. Seems like Andraste killed him. Why though? This is pretty much a statement that the Exiles are doing their jobs better. And maybe because the former grandmaster wouldn't bow down to Andraste's authority with her Overlord rank. As the Fennex was ordered the droid out (and how the hell did it even get in the temple is another question). Spencer was reaching for his blaster pistol after the head was dropped, but he couldn't level it in time and turn it in to scrap before the Grandmaster appeared. Oh well. The Jedi Shadowmaster, was really underwhelmed with the Grandmaster's appearance, it's a rare one at that and he really didn't do anything. He just pretty much just told the Jedi to do things by themselves and to let the Force guide them. That's not how being a leader works.

Sure Spencer is a Jedi Master and has some leadership responsibilities, he's the highest ranking authority left of the Jedi Shadows after Tanda gave herself to the Force, but this guy is the leader of the Jedi Order and the face of it, but he is not acting like it is. Spencer spoke, he would put on a stern expression, clasp his hands together as he would address the Grandmaster now that he is available. "I'm sorry Grandmaster Sige, but you say we don't need to have the council looking over our shoulders, but yet you just declared yourself to be the Grandmaster. You should be leading the Order just as Andraste is leading the Exiles. In times of need, we are supposed to defer to the council and their wisdom, which includes you. Telling us to do things ourselves doesn't tell us what needs to be done. Why make yourself a leader, if you aren't going to lead? You have a set of responsibilities too that you should be accountable for. As Master Sage said before, give me something." He would end with stern, annoyed expression. He is satisfied with what was said. He knows he might be pushing it, but #NoFear.

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[Jon Atreides]

Jon was finding it hard to decide what had shocked him more, the droid walking in with the severed head of freakin Syresh Lapar, or the words that escaped the Grandmaster's mouth. He wasn't being serious, was he? All Jon could do was shake his head and chuckle in silence. If this was what the Council's grand plan then they were screwed, so very screwed.

Thankfully Spencer spoke up, preventing Jon from speaking his mind and most probably getting himself into a shit load of trouble. Spencer was at least a Master, and his words set a precedent for everyone else. Besides, this was not the time to hold back, maybe it was finally time for the Jedi to face the hard truth. Whether it be a lack of direction, or a lack of unity, they were floundering. He had no doubt that anyone would disagree with that. And like a fish out of water, they would not last for long if things stayed like this.

"He's right." Jon took a step forward to stand next to Spencer, the smile gone from his face, replaced with a more stern expression. "Trust in the Force? Forgive me Master, but that isn't enough. You sound more like a priest than a leader." He paused for a moment as he thought about the words he was about to utter, for they were words that shouldn't be utter lightly. "And we need a leader, now more than ever. One who can face the darkness Andraste and her ever-growing cult of followers are spreading. If you cannot be that leader then maybe you should step aside and let do it."

He would let the words hang, the impudence of it probably enough to shock people into silence. Though hopefully the necessity of it also not lost on them. He had just asked the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order to step down, which now that he thought about it probably wasn't such a good idea. Maybe this time tomorrow he would find himself locked in a cell somewhere or marooned on an island with nothing but sea-turtles to talk to. But he stood by what he had said, if he could not do the job then he had to go.

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[Telunaris]

Telunaris formed a scowl as the severed head of Syresh Lapar fell from the droid. But all the same, it did not disturb him. He'd seen much worse as a child, and the Jedi were no strangers to war and its brutality. But this was more than a necessity of war. This was just vile and callous. And to think, Cregan was part of that now. It was one thing to leave the Jedi―he'd have been far from the first and he was free to do so. The Jedi were not jailers. But it was another thing entirely to turn against them. He willingly, deliberately, made himself an enemy of the Jedi.

"No one has ever claimed the Jedi are perfect. Nor should they. But for anyone to claim that this", he said to himself, staring in somberness at the Syresh's severed head, "...is a thing of our own_making? Perhaps she was driven away, perhaps she was a victim of mistakes, of wrong decisions. But our_choices make us who we are, and we can always choose who and what we are. And she chose_her path, to become what she is now... just as Cregan did."

He was not addressing his brethren, but it was high time he turned his attentions back to them. As the Grand Master ordered the droid away―notwithstanding the unspoken but highly inviting question as to how it got into_the chambers, much less the Jedha Temple itself, to begin with, all while carrying a severed head in a box―Telunaris stopped and listened to the voices that came next. Things were happening fast. Were they escalating? On that much, who could say? It was also a wonder in his mind as to whether this discussion that was growing would prove to be productive or just sew more seeds of division.

"I may not agree fully with where Master Ward stands", Telunaris said, now addressing Cadef Sige, "But I do with where he believes we should be looking. The Jedi Council has always been formed of those among us that stood as the wisest, that they might give counsel when requested, and guidance where needed. And now... it is_needed. Now, we are_requesting it. If we cannot come to an accord on our own, they who are we to follow? If not you, then who'll lead us, show us the way?"

Telunaris grew up in a strict hierarchical society, it wasn't in his nature to openly question a superior as that could be seen by some as undermining their position and a lack of respect toward them. But this was more important than any trivial discomforts that may follow. This was more important than any one Jedi, no matter how important, and it deserved answers.

 

[Wyck]

The conclave fell silent after Spencer boldly challenged the Grand Master of the Jedi Order. That silence was filled by staggered clicking—the clicking of a wooden cane on the ground. Jedi Master Wyck appeared a moment later, strolling in passed Imani, Fenn, and several other familiar faces until he was somewhat central to the group that was gathered.

"Right, these young ones are," Wyck said after a moment to the Grand Master. "Direction, we need. Leadership, hmmm, wisdom. And more than that—unity. Depleted the Council is. As this conflict draws out, lost to battle more of us are. For those of us that remain, step up and fill the gaps we must." He grunted, sighed, and turned to the assembled Jedi Order. "Declare myself Master of the Order, I do. Help Grand Master Sige lead and act as the chief diplomat of our Order, I shall. The burden of leading the Order forward... fall on one man's shoulders, it cannot."

The Master of the Order was an ancient title held by a member of the Jedi Council. Together, the Grand Master and the Master of the Order formed a pair that helped lead the Jedi Order forward. The Order had not had a proper Master of the Order since before the Hundred-Year Darkness and Wyck had decided to end that dry spell. While, traditionally, the position was voted upon by the Jedi Council, the Council was too few and the Jedi needed leadership now, or Andraste was going to snuff their flame out for good.

"There's more: news do I bring all of you," Wyck continued. "The Republic Senate votes on a non-aggression pact with Andraste as we speak. Believe the Jedi will be invited in, I do. Troubled am I, by this move of the Republic. But act we should. All of us feel it: coming, another war is and not enough numbers do we have. Need the Republic, we will, if we are to defeat Andraste's forces." Wyck paused and scanned the crowd. "Master Sige and I will negotiate with the Republic in regards to this 'pact,' but it is the prerogative of every Jedi — Knight or Master — to help the Republic at all costs. If unable to to ally with them, we are, fear for the future of the Jedi Order, I do."

Wyck went on: "In this endeavor, idle can no one be. Masters will be expected to lead. Knights to protect and defend those who cannot do so themselves. Become the Guardians of Peace and Justice again, we must. Prevent the Republic from falling into the hands of Andraste, we must... and then we must fight as one Jedi Order — not sects split by the wounds of past wars — until the shroud of the dark side is broken at last."

 

[Vollen Shai]

“And you can be sure of our support, Councillor Wyck, or Master Wyck, I don’t know which is more appropriate now?” Vollen broke the silence with a laugh. There had been a pause after the Master has spoken, all present taking in what had occurred, the whole series of events just now marking one dramatic moment after another. And, Wyck was a good speaker, and no one dared disrespect him, he deserved every ounce of it. So much had been said, it seemed to Vollen they needed to confirm it all somehow,

“So then; Master Wyck, it seems then the weight of opinion falls to uniting the sects, with the goal of defending and strengthening the Republic, even if they’re not all our greatest supporters right now. My only question, so we might plan how to act, and do be sure we all will; what are your plans for the ‘pact’, if you and the Grandmaster are to negotiate? What outcome do you seek? I think I’ve said my thoughts on it enough today, I won’t say it again. Not just yet, anyhow” he said with a smile. The room was calm now, best to keep that tone. He always preferred it anyway. Something respectful, for real discourse to run between all, instead of the tension that always seemed to characterise the meetings of the Order. They debated the future of their Order true, but they should do it like real Jedi were meant to. In soft tones, even if they all carried very sharp sticks.

But in all honesty he was glad Wyck had stepped up. Someone had to, and while he would have supported Spencer against the Grandmaster, he’d have done so with a heavy heart. It wasn’t everyday that a Grandmaster was ordered deposed. Nor would it be today it seemed.


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[Spencer Ward]

When the Jedi Shadowmaster spoke up against the Grandmaster, he wouldn't lie saying that his heart started beating a bit faster than normal, probably thinking that he might get ejected from the conclave, thrown into confinement, stripped of rank, exiled, or a combination of which ever. But that's not what happened,to which he would breathe a sigh of relief as instead he had Jon Atreides and Telumaris taking his side as well as he called out the Grandmaster on how he sees it. Quite the impulsive move on Spencer's part and probably something he could have very easily regretted, but that's not what happened, yet anyways. Then Councilor Wyck came in, and restored order to the conclave, he declared himself Master of the Order. Sure why not? Wyck stressed the importance of getting the Republic behind the Jedi Order's side once more, but the non-aggression pact, if it passes, means they will be extremely unlikely to do that, leaving the Order on their own against the growing Exiles and their increasing number of allies.

The Jedi Shadow would give his input. "So, just throwing this out there, so while we should be doing what we can to get the Republic on our side, they can't be relied upon." That doesn't even need to be explained. Something something politicians, indecisiveness, the average citizen not wanting another war .etc "Regardless of if we manage to somehow sway the Republic or not, we can't afford to put all our eggs in one basket with them." he would take a small breath "What I'm going to suggest is that we build our own military. Our own navy, our own infantry. Force-sensitive, non-force sensitives. Mercenaries, disgruntled Ex-soldiers, even droids, anyone willing doesn't matter." Spencer does realized that this is a huge undertaking, but in the situation the Jedi are in, they need to do whatever it takes. "If the Exiles can build up their own forces from scratch, then so can we." he would nod his head in approval of his own words. Although recent propagranda has played up the 'new Exiles' in a good light, there are still surely plenty people out there who have suffered at the hands of the Exiles. There are scars that can never heal after all. Spencer would look around the conclave to see how people would react to his suggestion. Probably going to get lolnoped he feels.

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[Aliyah Phoenix]

-Music-​

"There is another way. A better way."

Aliyah had otherwise been silent for the duration of the conversations that had taken place. Without her father here, she felt out of place, even among the Jedi. She certainly looked out of place, among a group of people who sported robes, contrasting with the silver and pearl suit of scale armor Venatus had forged for her. Even the dagger sheathed on the side of her breastplate seemed to show that she had branched off a long time ago and never looked back. She would've felt too awkward to attend if it wasn't for Ven's insistence that the Jedi remain strong, because of some rising darkness that he sensed.

"What I'm about to say, nobody here is going to want to hear. But it's time we faced up to the facts and took responsibility for our mistakes publicly. We created the Exiles. The Jedi are the ones who started this war because instead of healing them we cast them out. To them, we are betrayers who scorned them for being curious. To us, they are traitors who chose to align themselves with darkness and stab us in the back at the soonest opportunity. But when are we going to consider that the people we are killing were once Jedi like us? We're not warriors, we were never meant to be, and I agree with my father when he says we have lost our way.

We don't need the Republic. We don't need mercenaries or droids or hired brigands. We are Knights of the Jedi Order! We have hundreds of allies hidden in secret, waiting for us to humble ourselves and ask for their help. I think if we are honest with the Republic about our situation we may find sympathy there. But I can honestly tell you the Jedi don't stand alone in this, there are people out there all across the Galaxy who fight for the same freedoms, they just don't want to have to deal with our tenants."

Aliyah stepped forward slightly so that everyone assembled could see her better. It was the first time she spoke to the Order as a whole, especially in front of Masters and Councilors, but she couldn't appear nervous. She had to talk as though she had the authority to challenge the beliefs of everyone here, and in a way, Aliyah supposed she did. She knew the people in this room were probably more powerful than her and set in their ways, and this could get her booted from the Order entirely if she wasn't careful. But that was a risk worth taking.

"I am young, and I haven't been a part of your Order for very long. But I've fought every single day since I was knighted. But I was never once alone, even if I wasn't with a Jedi. There was always somebody at my side, beings that had no reason to help me, but they did. I've had Exiles save the lives of me, my companion and an entire freighter full of children. They fought beside us using the Dark Side, yes, but they fought to protect the planet from the creatures that wanted to consume it.

Instead of trying to shoehorn an army out of thin air, perhaps we should just reconsider our door policies. Let's do what Jedi do and inspire people to fight beside us. If I could do it, then I KNOW for a fact that there isn't a single person in this room who can't. Instead of casting people out for experimenting with the Force, redirect their attention to a similar study. Instead of warning people against the uses of the Dark Side and demonizing it, we should be making people aware of the actual effects of using it and teaching them ways to channel their emotions towards positivity instead of having them bottle it up in a vain attempt to suppress them.

And most of all, we should be discussing how best to end this war, not how to find ways to keep fighting it. Like Vollen said, send an envoy to the Exiles, I'll go myself if nobody is willing. Call for a cease-fire, try and negotiate something. Even if it's just a stall for time so we can muster our forces again, it will reflect better on us to the Galaxy as a whole. That should be our direction. We need to be better, I need to be better, and all of us need to retake that romanticized, mythological Jedi Order that children whisper about for hope on stormy nights. If we remain divided, we are all going to die, this isn't a choice anymore. I've heard three people tell us that we don't have time to argue over this and they are right, words need to start becoming actions before we lose all sway we have left.

And one last thing, this is something I've come to realize a long time ago, Master Wyck. If we destroy the Dark Side, we destroy the Force itself. We can't claim to serve something while attempting to destroy part of it. We should be shepherding them away from the darkness, not trying to kill them for using it."

 

[Vorro Rayden]

"Building armies...and fighting wars as an equal aggressor, that's not the Jedi way." He would respond towards the Jedi Shadowmaster (@Faster Than Light), he would respond with a steady voice, inspired by the woman who had spoken before him. Glancing towards those who were in attendance, he would continue on in support of what the woman had said.

"If we build up a force of our own then we go against our own philosophies." He would pause, "I'm not talking about being a pacifist, I know we can't become that..even if I want us to. But, we should be the beacons of light, teachers and aides towards those who need our help. Spread lightness through the galaxy, by standing like light houses among the darkness of the galaxy. Help those in need, stand up for the weak and defenseless. Aim to defend against, but not kill our brothers who have fallen to the darkness. All life is precious, and we must show the galaxy that the things they heard about us are wrong, that they're lies. Building an army, weapons, fleets, it'll only show the galaxy that maybe the things they saw are not actually lies, but true."

He would rest his staff behind his back as he looked towards the group, "I'm going to go on a pilgrimage, to the Outer Rim. Live among the locals and the poor, help them and train. Those of you who would like to join me can."

(OOC: Thinking about starting up a very small pilgrimage plot to help farm, heal, etc. If anyone would like to join)

 

[Cadef Sige]

Cadef could sense and hear the frustration within Master Ward and Knight Atreides. They were listening, but not hearing the message he was giving them. Internally he could feel himself become uneasy; with emotions being high as they were, he feared no one was going to listen. They were young and eager, but they needed patience. He felt a familiar presence approach and looked down to the small green Jedi. His wisdom and knowledge was invaluable, even for him. The small master had been around long before this conflict had started and he assumed he would be around for long after it ends.

Many in the Order respected the Master more than they respected him, Cadef recognized this easily. Wyck spoke about sharing responsibility for leading, declaring himself the ancient title of Master of the Order; one that he had not heard since he was young Knight. He nodded in approval, the Order needed leaders, Wyck was correct in knowing they could not seek just one to lead them.

Master Vollen inquired about the non-aggression pact and the Grandmaster pressed his lips together in thought, "What is being done right now, we can not stop whatever outcome it may bring, it will now depend how we act following. Whether the Republic choses to remain neutral or not, then Master Wyck and I will seek audience with who will listen in the Senate. It shall not stop us from our duties as peace keepers, the people of the Republic will need the Jedi as much as anyone else in the galaxy." Sige paused as Master Ward spoke, suggesting a full militarization of the Order, the suggestions made his stomach turn, he was certainly uneasy about that direction. However, a young Knight, Aliyah spoke up and Sige nodded in approval, though he doubted the Andraste and her Exiles wanted peace.

"More fighting is not what we need, if Master Wyck and I are going to be successful in persuading the Senate to listen, then we are going to need all to show the Jedi are ready to serve. Many worlds still are trying to recover, Giju, Master Rem's homeworld, Champala, Chaardan, New Cov, they all need help in healing and recovering." he turned to face Aliyah and Vollen, "I don't believe Andraste is looking for peace, she is looking for the death of the Jedi, we would only be giving her time to continue to conquer while we're busy talking. I fear you would be walking into a trap and at the very least, wasting breath when you two could be valued elsewhere." he explained.

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[Venatus Phoenix]

The doors to the conclave knocked once, a resounding crack that echoed loudly throughout the hall. A second knock came, as confident as the first until the door slowly opened to reveal a man basking in the half-light. His armor shone brightly anew, the rust and blood cleaned away to reveal the ornamental runes that run down the breastplate. The symbol of a Firebird was proudly emblazoned on his hauberk, matching the white and gold cloak that fell across his sides like folded wings. His eyes shone with the gentle warmth of his inner flame, and he emanated a strange and wonderful joy to everyone therein. To his side hung his paired blades, proudly displayed in equally as fine sheathes. When he walked this group, he represented the integrity of his species, he would never arrive in informal attire.

"By the Gods, when you speak it is as if the heavens themselves sing. She's right, you know. The people of the Galaxy do not hold the Jedi to high regard, but they did once."

He walked forward, disregarding the sideways glances and remarks as he made his way towards Jon and Vollen. Venatus smiled warmly as he approached Aliyah and the center of the room, seemingly waiting to allow the maximum amount of tension to build before finally speaking plainly. He allowed the Force to carry his voice on the wind so none could mishear what would be said.

"I wish you would leave this war well enough alone, Aliyah. But if this is your choice, then it is time we leave our roles of Master and apprentice behind. And start, from here on, as sworn equals. As father and daughter."

He placed both hands on her shoulder for a moment and looked directly into her eyes, blocking everything in the Galaxy out for that single moment. He was proud, prouder than he thought he could ever be, and it emanated off of him like wildfire. As the moment passed; he turned back to the assembly and released her. Turning to Jon, Vorro and Vollen in specific, as though signaling it was they whose actions had convinced him of the Jedi's honor, he drew his sword to full length and fell to one knee.

"Brothers. Sisters. I owe you the deepest of apologies for not having done this sooner. But if she is going to put her lot alongside you, then so will I.

I, Venatus Pheonix, son of Anton Van Alasdaire, swear to you that from this hour forth I will be faithful to you with regard to your lives, and the members of your body, in good faith and without deception. I will be faithful to you concerning that which is the Orders, and the territory that belongs to it within its entire boundaries. And neither those objects nor its territory will I seize from you, not I, nor any man or men, woman or women, acting by my advice or instigation. And I will help you to hold, have and defend against all men and women who might wish to seize or deprive you of all aforementioned. And I gift to you access to all I own or hold regency over which is or will be inside of, as many times as you demand them of me, either you yourself or by your representative or representatives. All that has been sworn above I will hold and observe faithfully and without deception, by the Gods on high as my witness."

His words left his lips softly but carried with them the heaviest of weight. Such an oath was never taken lightly because fealty could never be broken unless you were released. As it stood now, disobeying any of those three Jedi would be a violation punishable by death. But still, he spoke it without hesitation, for he knew there was something else coming. Something that eclipsed anything even he had faced before, a threat only a united galaxy could face and hope to win. There would hardly be any point in saving his people and their homeworld if it was simply going to be destroyed by someone else. This was the only real choice, one that assured a future for his family, his kin, and the galaxy as a whole. He would not rise until addressed, and even then only to sheathe his weapon and await a reply.

And so it begins.

 

[Jon Atreides]

Jon wondered what his mother would have said if she were here right now, caught in this weirdly fraked up situation. Friends, idiots, morons, lend me your ears. Yeah, that sounded about right, diplomacy and tact hadn't really been her strong suits. Blunt and to the point, that had been his dear old mother. Man could the Jedi do with someone like her right now.

Wyck's proclamation had left him in two minds. On one side he trusted the tiny old Master, more than most other Jedi. But at the same time he couldn't help but shake off a sense of deja-vu. They had been here before, not too long ago, when Master Size had declared himself Grandmaster. A part of him feared it was the same once more, words, just words. And words were not going to save the Galaxy.

"Andraste doesn't care about this peace, she doesn't want a cease-fire. She wants time, time to grow her Empire. Time to gather enough strength to crush us once and for all. She might have fooled the Republic, but we have to see through he lies." It was that simple, was it not? The longer they sat around idly, the stronger she would get. Turning to face Wyck, Jon smiled at the Master of the Order as he realized that he could finally see what must be done.

"I hope you are successful Master," he paused as if to steel his resolve, to make sure the path he was chasing for himself was the right one, "but I think the time for diplomacy alone might be past. They don't trust us like they once did. We have to win back that trust before our words can get through to them." He remembered the Senate, the hostility for the Jedi he had felt there. There were still those that trusted the Jedi, people like Aurora, but they were a minority. A frightening minority. Words would not win back that trust, actions would.

He took a step back, looking around at the gathered Jedi and wondering when he would next get to see them gathered like this if he really chose to go where the Force seemed to be pulling him. Everyone had a role to play, and maybe this was his. He glanced at Wyck once more, a determined look on his face. "I can't sit by idly while Andraste gets just what she wants. I am going to go do what I can to win back the trust we have lost. I will get you the allies we need, I just hope you're ready to stand by them when the time comes."

With that he turned around and left, he had nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. The time for words was over, this was a time for action. Hopefully he wouldn't have to do it alone.

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[Vollen Shai]

The meeting had become a flurry of activity, revelations and propositionsfor the Order, a new recruit in Venatus Phoenix, calls for an army, for peace, for alliances, inspiration, for action. If nothing else it meant they were energised, ready, all of them, from the freshest knights to the most grizzled masters. It was time for the Jedi to step back into the light. Vollen gave a nod to Venatus and Aliyah, it was a welcome sight to have them both back here on Jedha with the others. Vorro’s plan to work with the people struck a chord with Vollen, as did Jon’s plan to strike out in some way, take more charge in the fight. And force, if peace wasn’t an option, he’d worried for all their sakes. They were his friends and family now, he’d fight for that. Still, he had one last defence left in him,

“Jon and Grandmaster Sige I fully understand, even agree, that Andraste does not want peace. But that doesn’t mean we can’t force her hand, or at least get something out of the non-aggression pact, even if it might be more political than physical” this was the best way he could suggest it, even if it did feel a little too... political for his liking,

“At this summit, propose to the Exiles peace, before the whole galaxy propose peace. Either their warmongering gets the better of them and they refuse publically to really work for peace, and hopefully we might gain some sympathy from the galaxy at large. Or, if they worry for that image as the more violent ones, they accept, and it gives us time to build those alliances, to inspire people, to raise an army if we have to. Even if it gives Andraste time too, without it we have no allies and no resources” Vollen glanced round the room, he hoped his plan was convincing,

“Proposing peace only ends well, even if we don’t achieve it. We can still act in the meantime, before the summit, but we can’t waste that opportunity either”

And if peace could not be achieved, well then, maybe Jon had the right idea after all.



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[Marion Espaa]

She was ticked, to say the least, at what she saw before her. She had come with Venatus to pledge herself to the Jedi Order and do whatever she could to push back the Exile threat. Only after they were defeated would her clan truly be safe and at peace with the Galaxy as a whole. But it seemed the tales and legends of Jedi heroics was, plainly, exactly that. Instead of hundreds of shining warriors wielding blades of fiery light, she found a huddled group of startled warrior-monks, having a summit in their monastery.

She could hear Venatus' booming voice proclaim his oath out loud, and there didn't seem to be a direct response. Neither was there any lightsaber activations or swords being drawn, which meant she was safe to enter if she so chose. He had requested she stay outside, on the off-chance the Jedi did not take kindly to his presence. Unfortunately, all the good grace and hope Marion had come with was very quickly swept away by what she heard inside. Only two made any sense; Aliyah and the dark haired Knight who openly stated that he had to take action now. She didn't know anyone here, but in her eyes, the one who leads from the frontlines was usually the one to follow. Unfortunately, she was an envoy of her people as well. People who were dying in this war. She entered the room slowly, nodding at anyone who greeted her and glaring at anyone who dared to scowl.

"Esteemed members of the Jedi Order, honorable descendants of the Ashla and custodians of the sacred text of whills. I want a word with you. My mother always taught me that there is three questions you demand to know of any ruling body. Question one, In whose interests do you exercise your power? Question two, to whom are you accountable?! And the final question. How do we get rid of you if and when you lose your way.

I want you to think on those and realize that even the smallest of actions have consequences. You sit in session, detached from the real Galaxy, giving orders designed to keep those assembled here in check. And if anyone steps out of line, you tighten the noose."

She let her words sink in for a moment as her head hung low. Marion knew well that Aliyah would not like this at all, nor did Venatus intend for her to arrive with such bold proclamations. But it was clear that they intended to have meetings about what the Jedi should do, and seeing as they were clearly lacking in forces it wasn't as if they would try and stop her.

"...And I didn't even realize this until I met a young girl from Nar Shaddaa. A friend who had so much to say she could barely find the words. A Jedi by upbringing, but not by choice. She wanted the freedom to choose her own destiny, not have it decided for her by a ruling elite who presume to know best. Only now do I realize the limits you put on their freedom, and you do it because you're terrified of anything you can't control.

Our lives evermore circumscribed from first breath to last, birth to death. It doesn't have to be like this, all of us, we could be so much more. In case you haven't noticed, there are hundreds upon thousands of people out there suffering and dying because of a war that was thrust upon this Galaxy. So as of today, as of right now, I am laying claim to my title. Henceforth, I am a Jedi, and it is Jedi like me who will outlive institutions like this one unless you change your ways. Now, if you would excuse me."

She had no bloody idea who the dark haired Knight was, or whether Venatus and Aliyah would join her as she exited. She had said her piece, there was nothing more to be said. Whether the Jedi would accept her proclamation wasn't a concern of hers. The rest of the Galaxy could believe she was a Jedi and she would still preform her part and attain the goal she desired regardless. If they did begrudgingly accept her, all the better and easier for everyone involved. Though Marion did not hold to expectations, and instead relied on intuition and past experiences. The Jedi were slow to rouse for war, of that there was no doubt, but it seemed this would be enough. She left the door as quickly as she dared, in truth feeling terribly awkward. She didn't like behaving like that whatsoever, but she had done as she was bid. It was time to go home.

 

[Fennex Zeerda]

"Slap a restraining bolt on that rust bucket!"

Fennex shouted at the younglings and temple guard huddled outside the conclave chamber as KR3CH babbled on about how the liberal application of lobotomies could only do the Jedi good, and how he was happy to offer his services while they were all assembled here. Truth be told, Fennex was half tempted take him up on the idea. He'd escortes the droid out at the Grandmasters command, and he wished he had more time to interrogate the irreverent scrapheap- he had dozens of questions about Vin and the others- but he was also intensely invested in the conclave now. He'd been trying desperately to keep one furry ear on the proceedings, and thanks to his superior hearing he'd managed to keep up with bits and pieces of most of it. Other than a few stray dolts, there were some good arguments being made on both sides, and Fennex felt they were right to put a bit of fire under the counsel- though he was sure they had been more active behind the scenes than many of the younger Jedi realized. His task complete, he plodded his way back to the gathering, nails clacking against the stone floor as he went. He arrived just in time to pass the flaming haired... who ever it was as she stormed out. What a grandstanding dingus, the Knight thought.

"If I may," he addressed his fellows well above his normal speaking level to bring attention to his diminutive self, "I think you're all right. Andraste-" he hated calling her that "-probably wants to destroy the Jedi order once and for all, the Senate is probably as apathetic and unreliable ever, and we probably would use some allies that can sling a blaster. But
negotiating can't possibly hurt us, and suing for peace with all parties puts us in good standing with the Republic."

Fen shrugged his shoulders. He neglected to to tell them all about his recent encounter with the Exile overlord- it could only lead to more pointless outbursts- but the fact that he was still standing here unharmed only served to convince him that this struggle was much more complicated than it had ever been before. They were depleted, directionless, and in uncharted territory,
But they weren't out of options just yet.

"Master Shai was onto it- There's nothing stopping us from doing all of these things at once."