Cool Kids Clubhouse

[Valen Pelora]

OOC: Open to Jedi only. PVP and death disabled, sue me.

GE3-D1 frantically bustled about in the main kitchen of the Jedi temple on Jedah. The precocious droid had been tasked with over seeing the preparation of massive gathering of the Jedi. He'd been given this esteemed honor by the Grand Master himself. While the droid was absolutely ecstatic to under take the task, he was beginning to wonder if his servos would survive the ordeal...

"Where's the Blue milk!? I ordered twelve cases of the accursed dairy product, why don't I see any of it!" The droid exclaimed in his prissy tenor of a voice.

A human chef named Durant gave the droid an annoyed glare and gestured toward the walk in fridge remarking, "If I had to guess, I'd say it was in the walk in Deeone..." the droid tilted his head birdlike at the chef and then shuffled over to the fridge. Sure enough the cases were plainly visible.

If he could feel frustration he would have, of course it was in there. Where else would it be? Turning back to the chef he said, "Thank you for the assistance Chef, how goes dinner?"

The seasoned chef smiled at the over worked droid and said, "We're right on schedule. Why don't you go check on the venue?"

The Chef smiled finding a strange humor in the stress being exhibited by the droid. He knew the GE3 model protocol droid was state of the art, but this one seemed to be taking every detail as if it were it's life mission to accomplish. The droid took his advice as it bowed curtly and then whirled around and shuffled out the kitchen.

Deeone made his way toward the amphitheater, where he ran into the decorator, Dalia. The droid's inscrutable gaze examined every detail of the sprawling space. Before him bouquets of beautiful flowers adorned tables stretching across the entire perimeter of the amphitheater. In the center was a dance floor and stage. The droids research told him that sentient beings across the galaxy loved to "cut a rug" this metaphor had been lost on him but with Dalia's help he came to understand that it was referring to dancing.

Ceeone's internal processor ran through the list of jobs required to complete his current objective. With a final look he gave a curt nod and then bustled off to inform the Grand Master that everything was ready.

​

 

[Ulysses]

Al-Ric brought his claim form and particulars of claim to Jedha...

Al-Ric was characteristically early which, for a party such as this, meant turning up at the advertised start time. He double checked the invitation on his datapad to check he was in the right place as the was no one there. He saw a droid bustle past but that was it. In order to avoid looking too awkward, or to embarrass his hosts, he went to make a circuit of the temple's corridors.

 

[jamessour]

I did not realize I was supposed to dress up... Tarnit looked down at his very normal clothes: dark pants, normal shirt with a jacket. He though by fifty he would care less, but impressions mattered to him. As the party was just getting started, there were only a couple of Jedi already taking their seats. Tarnit was happy to see the dance floor - not that he was ever going to dance, but rather that other jedi would be able to relax.

He walked to a table that was empty, and a service droid came up to him and offered a drink list. Scanning quick, Tarnit was slightly disappointed in the options available - perhaps he had been out too long, he'd grown accustomed to the good drink available across the stars. He ordered a local Ale, which he always felt slightly awkward doing in front of other Jedi, but if it was on the list, perhaps he shouldn't feel remorse at all.

The music started, merely quieter background music to fill the space between awkward silences, which Tarnit appreciated and he waited for someone to join his table.

 

[Caramon]

Caramon was excited for this party. He had received the invitation a couple days ago. He had not met all of the members of the Order but he figured this would help introduce himself to everyone. Not wanting to take anything by chance, Caramon wore his traditional white Jedi robes and his sandy brown cloak. With his lightsaber clipped onto his belt, he was ready.

As the Jedi Knight made his way through the vast corridors of the Jedha temple, droids were bustling about, going this way and that way in preparation for tonight's events. He nodded past the various patrons that filled the halls as he headed towards his destination.

Walking through the illustrious doors that led into the amphitheater of the temple, Caramon noticed the time and preparation that had taken place before hand. The tables placed strategically around, the center of the room open, light music playing in the background. A servant droid came up quickly as Caramon found himself an empty table and took a seat. The droid handed him a drink menu.

"Hello Knight Bringtblade. Anything to start you off tonight?"

"Yes, I will take the house ale."

The droid scurried off quickly to get the order. He noticed he was early, the only a few other members had shown up so far. Caramon nodded to his acquaintance Al-Ric as the two made eye contact. The only other Jedi in the room, he had not met before but still offered a polite nod towards him.

 

[Wit]

Visibly drunk, a young man dressed in what could best be described as a toga stumbled into the amphitheater. Unfortunately for him, he had somehow missed the more obvious and elaborately decorated main entrance, and somehow stumbled upon one of the more obscure entrances to the amphitheater. As unfortunate as it was for it, it was even more so for the organizer Dalia, who had been expecting someone else to arrive at the entrance and rushed to stop the man.

You're not supposed to be here sir. Name please?

The young man, mistaking her innocent question to mean that he wasn't supposed to be on Jedha, put on a stern look on his face and replied with much indignation. Not supposed to be here? Who do you think I am, I'm Valin!

Unfortunately for him, and the young decorator, as drunk as he was he ended up slurring some of his words. To Dalia it sounded like he had introduced himself as Valen. And not knowing a great deal about the various members of the Order besides the name of the man who had hired her and wrote out her cheques, she jumped to the conclusion that she had just run into the very same man.

She had heard that the man was humble, maybe that was why he introduced himself by his name and not his rank. It would have been a little snobbish of him to walk in shouting move aside the Grand Master approaches. And the weird clothes he wore might actually be some sort of ceremonial robes. The Jedi were weird after all. Mumbling out some apologies, she ushered him towards another door and pushed him out through it.

Valin, having almost tripped on his toga as he was pushed through the door, found himself standing upon some wide stairs at one end of the amphitheater. While not many eyes were on him so far, he could see how the layout of the amphitheater, and the way it had been decorated, would make this mini stage of sorts the point of focus for everyone in it. He had just noticed the instruments sitting not too far from him and was just making the connection that he was indeed on a stage when the decorator's voice appeared form behind him, amplified by whatever sound system she was speaking into.

Ladies and gentlemen, the voice announced, Grand Master Valen Pelora!

Now, Valin was indeed drunk. But he wasn't thick, nor that drunk, to not realize what had happened. Or at least grasp somewhat at it. His first instinct was of course to rush back through the door and clear up this mess, but then the larger, and more drunk part of his brain intervened. Putting on a wide and dazzling smile, he raised both hands like some benevolent god spreading his blessings.

Brothers, he shouted out, and ladies, too long have we borne the burden of the Galaxy's sorrows on our shoulders. Tonight we put aside those burdens. Tonight, we party! With cheers rising from the younger and ore unsuspecting members of the crowd, he rushed off down the stairs and mingled into the crowd of gathered Jedi, many of whom were still processing with confusion what had just happened.



@Valen Pelora @Relent @Zenya

 

[Undine]

Emerald laid stretched out near an opened window as the glorious sunrays of Jedha's sun warmed her furry body. The feline Jedi fiend sleep as a few of the younger younglings played with tufts of her fur, pulled her whispers, and put their fingers in her ears. If anyone else had made a move to do any of these things she would have clawed them and then licked her paws clean, instead she just purred on while the younglings, fairly big enough to require both of her paws to hold them, did whatever they pleased to the large cat. It wasn't until she felt one of them grab her lightsaber that she finally moved. The younglings climbing on her back and ribs found themselves falling down the slide that was her spine as she rolled over, pretending to growl just enough to seem playful.

Taking her lightsaber and putting it within her knapsack, firmly tying the leather string together, Emerald began to play Hunt the Younglings, one of her favorite games. as she pretended to be gaining on one of the little boys, moving at no where near her true speed, she pretend to fall over when one of the girls, a young togruta ran up to her and tried to knock her over. Momentarily allowing herself to be defeated before wrestling with a rodian boy, pretending to gnaw at his boot. All the while she purred and the children laughed, right up until one of the younger boys managed to actually throw her back a couple feet with a rather unexpected Force push. Dead silence spanned the distance of not only where they'd been playing but a few of the other Jedi nearby taking notice as well. The child's face grew fearful, but the Horansi broke a smile and chuffed at him to show her approval. Now the less, she was done playing for now.

As one of the older Jedi came to sweep the younglings off to wherever she felt they'd be better suited, Emerald looked around to see who all else was there, and to see if she knew any of them. It was doubtful, as she rarely came to such events and only really started going on missions with her fellow Jedi again recently. There were moments when she just needed to get away from her fellow Jedi, but there were also moments when she missed them deeply. She'd done a lot in the last five years in her many attempts to free slaves throughout the outer rims, stories she wasn't likely to share with the other Jedi as they tended to involve a lot of killing and striking first, both things Jedi weren't really supposed to do to random criminals, even if it meant freeing slaves. Emerald fought for a future she knew she'd never see, there would never dawn the day when no citizen of the galaxy was enslaved by another, but she'd never stop fighting for it.

Among the Jedi present she saw only one she recognized, a Jedi she'd met recently even, during a mission to Nal Hutta. What a twist that was. Emerald made her way to the bar, sitting next to the one she knew only as Caramon, having forgotten his surname, though it seemed the droid at the bar hadn't. "Emerald will have the largest glass of orange juice and gin you have." The droid quickly replied with a courtesy, using her real name instead of Emerald. She doubted many of her peers would ask why she didn't use her real name, as most respected her privacy, but Emerald had thought such information had been made secret as she'd requested. Finding her way to the Jedi at sixteen had been the start of a new life for her, a new life that came with a new name. She trusted very few with her true name, though she wasn't ashamed of it. If anything, she hoped Caramon would just assume Emerald was a code name or something and she wouldn't have to explain herself.​

 

[Ulysses]

Al-Ric only really owned his robes - the interceptor didn't exactly have space for wardrobes - so that's what he was wearing

On returning to the party room, Al-Ric was pleased to see that there were other Jedi who had just arrived. He was even more pleased to see a friendly face as he hated the awkward introductions of big gatherings.

When Caramon nodded to him, he made his way over to say hi, to catch up with recent exploits.

He would feel guilty about leaving the third Jedi out but too awkward to ask him to join them. Therefore he would stand in such a way to leave a gap for people to join.

As soon as the not-Valen was announced, he was immediately perplexed. "I'll just go see what's going on."

He noticed a feline companion take his place as he left. He knew people would attend to the person in the middle of the room. Al-Ric therefore went to see what was going on behind the scenes to allow this mistake...

 

[Beta12]

The soft cushion of the bar stool provided all the comfort Adan Caal needed, after a long day spent pacing the massive walls of Jedha. The Miralukan loved getting a feel of his surroundings, especially when he couldn't grasp them from a distance. Memory could be a powerful thing, when used properly, and though he could not see structures on the horizon, familiar landmarks helped guide his path toward certain destinations. Past that, Adan had definitely needed a drink. Especially after he navigated the obstacle course that had appeared inside the Jedi Temple on Jedha, upon his return. Droids had been preparing for whatever party the Grandmaster had in mind, and simply littered the area. The only way he had been able to tell them apart from the statues had been their excessive movement through the halls.

"An Eyeblaster, if you would." A Droid bartender glided behind the bar, where it served various drinks to the Jedi. Adan had spent most of his time on Ilum, and even though he was aware of the many Jedi that milled around him, not one stuck out. Most of his comrades had died on Tython, and the rest had remained on Ilum. Despite the sadness in that, he brushed that thought away in favor of the drink that had been set before him. Eyeblasters were an acquired taste, but it was rarely the taste that drove people to drink, and Adan was no exception. The stresses of the day could always be watered down through Alcohol, and the Miralukan planned to do just that. The heat behind the alcohol was enough to pull his face into a grimace, he might have even squinted his eyes if he had them.

The Grandmaster had been announced as he drank, but even from his position he knew there had been some sort of mistake. He had never encountered Valen personally, but the geometric tattoos preferred by his race should have stuck out like a sore thumb, especially against otherwise plain cheeks. The voice, which he had heard over holograms, had been completely wrong as well. Whoever it was, though, sure knew how to draw a cheer from the crowd. The Jedi around him were prepared to have fun, and that only brought a smile to the Knight's face.

 

[GABA]

Maja didn't like the heat of Jedha, in fact, she made an active point to avoid it. However, as she had received the invitation to the Jedi party, she guessed she could make an exception. She felt naked without her gear and frowned as she entered in the hall, realizing she was entirely over dressed. Everyone else had their robes...a bit more elaborate than some and most still had their weapons. Maja of course was dressed in a formal red tunic from Eshan. Gold, white, and green florals were embroidered along the hem. She guessed it could pass as not overly formal...but for her, it made her feel entirely too uncomfortable.

A scowl crossed her face as she walked silently up to the bar and ordered a drink. She drummed her fingers on the counter as she waited for the droid to mix her drink. Her attention turned to the other side of the room as one of the Master's announced the presnece of the Grandmaster. The droid placed her drink on the counter and Maja took a large drink, her face contorted in disgust as she tried to spit it out back into the glass as gracefully as she could.

The Echani looked at the drink and then back at the droid and then back at the drink. When the droid's back was turned she dumped it quickly back behind the counter. "Master Jedi, can I ask what you are doing?" asked the droid turning around seeing the white haired woman's hand reaching into the sink with her glass.

"Nothing!" smiled the girl, "Give me an ale instead."

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen Pelora wandered the streets of the Holy City. The heat of Jedha’s oppressive sun beat down on his body. Sweat shinned on his green skin. He breathed deeply of the Force, washing away the heat. The Grand Master of the Jedi order wore plain synthweave dark brown pants, light white tunic, and black boots. His Lightsaber safely concealed within a sleeve. Among the crowds of the Holy City, he didn’t draw a second glance. Valen had taken to walking the streets during the day. He wanted to feel the heartbeat of the City. The refugees of Jedha pulsed with the life of the galaxy. They brought news from all corners, all walks of life. He felt joy, pain, sadness, all intermingled. He felt life. A small chime sounded on his datapad. He was late. These days, he was always late. Valen weaved through traffic until he was staring up at the massive steps of the Great Temple. He slowly ascended the steps, only stopping when two Guardians bared his entry. He pushed sweaty hair from his face as he looked at the twi’lek. The man’s eyes nearly shot out of his head.

“Grand Master?” The twi’lek seemed utterly and totally shocked. He was slightly surprised. The Guardians had become accustomed to his sojourns in the Holy City. “I don’t look that bad.” He smiled but the twi’lek’s expression didn’t change. “U-u-m. You were announced in the amphitheater five minutes ago.” Oh. That was troubling. He shrugged. “Well, I’m here now but it sounds like the party has started without me.” Valen patted the Guardian on the shoulder and walked into the Temple. He made his way to the grand entrance to the amphitheater. The doors were open, he could hear voices and music pouring through. He spotted his administrative assistant, Alara, nose to nose with the organizer. They both turned to look at him as he approached. He didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth.

“She announced some random drunk as Grand Master of the Jedi Order, only because he had the same name. You’re green!”

Dalia paled. “It was an honest mistake. He was handsome and convincing, and and I flubbed it.” Valen laughed. A deep belly laugh. He slapped his hand on his thigh. “Just introduce me, I know exactly who stirred up trouble.” Alara frowned but Dalia beamed. He took a clean plain brown robe from Alara and slung it on. He stepped into the entry away.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” There was a pregnant pause. “The true Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Valen Pelora.” A strange array of noises met him as he walked down the steps. He simply smirked and headed for a table. This was going better than the last time. No one had pulled a blade yet.

 

[Soth Nuevole]

Soth Nuevole entered the room as the Grand Master of the Order was announced. The young Jedi Knight had never met the man. As he looked up he was taken aback. He saw the familiar tattoo's across the face, underneath the eyes of the Grand Master. Both Knight and Grand Master were Mirialan. He knew that he had to take this oportunity to introduce himself. Soth walked up to Valen Pelora after all of the cheers had died down and stuck out a hand. "Hello Grand Master Pelora. I am Jedi Knight Soth Nuevole. Is there anything I can get you to drink from the bar?"

 

[Caramon]

As Al-Ric dissapeared into the back, he was then graced by another presence. It was Emerald. As she approached, his cheek that was exposed behind his half mask lifted, showing her that he was smiling. He greeted her with a respectful bow before there was a commotion. The Jedi turned his head quickly to see a man stumble into the chamber, claiming to be the Grand Master. Caramon had recently had dealings with Grand Master Valin Pelora and knew this man was not him. He turned his attention back to the feline Jedi that was now at his side.

"Hello Emerald."

The servant droid finally returned with his drink order as a voice was heard announcing the rightful Grand Master of the Jedi order. Caramon looked over at him and bowed his head in respect. The Jedi lifted his mug and toasted to Emerald as he removed his mask temporarily and took a large swig. He was not ashamed of his features any more. The Jedi was his home, its members were his family and he knew that there would be no judgement.

 

[crab]

Omren stood outside the Great Temple, silently marveling at the holy site before him. It had seen an untold number of millennia, ones filled with war and other sorrows. Yet here it stood, as grand as ever. The Iktotchi felt so small in its presence. He was just another visitor out of the hundreds of thousands that had graced its halls. With a content sigh, the Jedi Knight dropped the hood of his cloak as he stepped through the complex's entrance.

The amphitheater was as beautiful as the rest of the structure. Ancient architecture blended with more modern decor, perhaps specifically for this occasion. He wouldn't know personally. He had been on Jedah a criminally few number of times over the course of his life. A small perk of being invited was the chance to rectify this. Scanning the room, he noticed quite a few other invitees had already arrived. Apart from the more senior members of the Order, he couldn't name any. Perhaps he should rectify that, too.

Draping his neatly-folded cloak over a nearby chair, he approached the bar and took a seat next to the Miraluka Jedi. Motioning to the droid bartender, he ordered the strongest drink he could stomach.

"Blue milk, please."

 

[Korvo]

"But what's it like ?!" came an eager voice, ever-so-slightly distorted over a hologram projection console. "Lord Novar told me about the Great Temple of the Whills! He said it has walls so tall they tower over the whole city, like ours! An-and the deserts! The whole place is just sand, everywhere over! That the dunes are as long a-and as big as the Singing Sea!"

"That it is!", Praedyth said, laughing gently and under his breath as his son excitedly shot him rapid-fire questions about Jedha. "But, one desert often looks the same as any other. Your great-uncle gave you a holobook on the different kinds of worlds in the galaxy, did he not?"

"Aww, that's not the same! You know that's not the same!"

"Well, maybe so. Or one day, when you and your sister are older, maybe you'll be the one agreeing with me?", he said jocularly.

"D-does that mean we can see it? Maybe we can do a pilgrimage, li-like the Disciples? When ?!"

"You just keep getting so much bigger every time I see you. It'll probably be sooner than we both think."

The young boy had a slightly fading smile as a pause proceeded.

"...when are you coming back?"

Another uncomfortable silence followed as Praedyth saw Celdarion's face drop further and further until his smile had ceased altogether.

"Soon. I don't know when, not exactly, but... I just need you to wait a little longer. Can you do that for me? Celdarion?"

"I can! I can do it", he answered back quickly, attempting to hide his disappointment. "Mother misses you... so does Tayeris, and even Rámalócë."

"Rámalócë? Are you keeping him company while I'm gone?"

"Mhm!", he said enthusiastically as his grin returned, speaking more quietly with what he said next. "I read the holobooks on Mandalorians to him! But mother doesn't like me going down there by myself. I don't think she likes Rámalócë."

"Oh, she'll warm up to him", Praedyth said, laughing. "But, Celdarion, you didn't have holobooks on Mandalorians."

"Nope, I got them from the annals, near the museum. I was just wondering about them. Everyone always get quiet when me or Tayeris are around, but I hear people talking about them alot. I don't think they like them, either."

Praedyth looked down as he stifled an involuntary, forceful sigh.

"It's just a little complicated, son. You don't need to worry about it, there's no Mandalorians coming to get you. You're safe, you and your sister, and your mother."

"I know, you keep saying that all the time."

"And I always will... be a good son and brother, Celdarion."

"I will! Bye papa, love you!"

"Love you too, nercë."

The holo-terminal beeped several times as electronic distortions enveloped the image of Praedyth's son, and the entire terminal hummed to silence, darkening the back room to a lulling dimness. Praedyth sat there for almost a minute, letting his mind gently wander as he collected himself. Finally, the man stood, inhaled deeply before exhaling sharply, and exited into a long corridor that led to the amphitheater.

Electronic light had nothing on the brightness of an actual star. Praedyth could do little more than blink in slight annoyance as he ventured to the outdoors. It took a few moments for him to adjust and continue looking about through more than just one squinted eye, but he began to manage. The Jedi Order had changed very little in the time since he'd been part of their ranks, but it was the little changes—or perhaps, just realities he'd not been introduced to before—that stuck with him. One of the most prominent to his more recent memory was the presence of what was essentially a service for drinking.

The Force, war and alcohol—there's a combination I can't say I'd have endorsed, Praedyth had thought to himself.

But then, self-control was one of the foremost disciplines that Jedi underwent, so if he came to learn that Jedi were careful of their limitations, it wouldn't have truly surprised him in the end. Still, for himself personally, it wasn't something he'd have indulged. The slightly awkward scene of the Grand Master, Valen Pelora being reintroduced... for reasons Praedyth could have guess for himself, if the other inebriated persons round about were of any indication.

"So much life and vibrancy, for what's called the Holy City", he said, taking a seat, if only to simply relax before duty called him, and everyone else, back to the stars.

Differing customs aside, it was fascinating to be on different worlds again, to be around different cultures and peoples. It helped one to appreciate the infinite diversity the galaxy had to offer, or remind them what was at stake as loss, should the Sith be victorious in the end. But, such thoughts were likely fit for another time. Now was the time for solace, fellowship and, for some, liquid freedom.

 

[Beta12]

Adan smiled, as an Iktotchi Jedi took the seat next to him. He had always been fond of the species, due to the horns that protruded from the sides of their head. As a man who could not see color, certain differences between species were sometimes lost on him. For example, a Zeltron and a human were rather indistinguishable to him until he noticed an unwarranted preference for the "pink skinned" humanoid over the other. The horns themselves were always present, and always obvious, giving Adan an insight as to who he was talking to before he even opened his mouth. "Blue Milk, huh?" Adan tilted his head toward the man who sat beside him, though he did not fully face him. "I prefer mine as ice cream. Name's Adan Caal. I don't think I've seen you around?" The Miralukan swung his chair a bit toward the Iktochi, so his right hand had a little less to travel as he extended it in the Jedi's general direction.

This party was a place to relax, and Adan preferred the company around him. It was seldom that he surrounded himself with people while on Jedha. Usually, his nose was pointed toward some rock or ruin off in the cold deserts of the barren planet. The sheer amount of life and movement in the amphitheater reminded him of the life and movement in the crowds of the holy city. However, the sheer power roiling off of the individuals around him only added to his perception, and experience. He had never been able to examine a group of people quite so clearly, than when he was with a group of Jedi.

Despite his lack of color-vision, the Miralukan could tell the Iktotchi was dressed in the same spartan fashion he preffered. No frills, jewelry, or other ornaments seemed to adorn his form. "How do you get down from a Bantha?" A joke was Adan's preferred way to break into a conversation, and today would be no different.

@crab

 

[Zay]

Tired slate eyes gazed across the fully involved party. The revelry was in full-swing. Companions gallivanting joyously across the ballroom. Jealousy stirred at the forefront at the of his mind, but he snuffed out the fires of his emotions. He'd chosen this path and he would complete his mission regardless of the consequence. His purpose was greater than his existence and remembering that put his anger at ease. Satisfied with the revelry before him he turned from the party exited the ballroom and headed for the elevators.

Kael made his way to the elevators on the northwest side of the building. He was dressed in simple earthen robes that allowed him to blend seamlessly into the background. He called the elevator and then stepped through the newly opened threshold. He was elevated to the 42nd floor. Stepping off the lift, he took a left and followed the corridor toward his objective. The hallway was open to the environment and the rays of the sun cast long shadows across the hall way. As he reached the end of the corridor he came face to face with his first obstacle. Before Kael, stood two Jedi knights acting as his opposition. They were garbed in the standard Jedi modular armor and shrouded in brown robes. Both had a lightsabers clipped to their utility belts and their hoods drawn covering their faces. Kael's resolution faltered for a moment as the inevitable reared it's ugly face.

The mission before all else. he recited over and over in his mind. It was his mantra and the source of his conviction.

Kael took a step forward. One of the knights raise a hand and called out a warning. There was no welcome in their voices, but when was an interloper ever invited? Under his flowing robes he maneuvered his hands to the handles of his weapons. Kael's approach quickened, and with his increase in speed both instinctively sentinels drew their weapons. They stood resolute in their call to duty and Kael repaid them with a worthy adversary.

Kael shrouded his body in the force and prepared for combat.

The interloper was met with fierce resistance. Both Jedi were well trained and grizzled veterans the being on the left channeled the force into his legs and leapt over Kael attempting to pin him in. Unfortunately, the Jedi's movement was expected. Sweeping both arms outward, Kael revealed his intentions to his adversaries. In his left hand he held a blaster set to it's secondary setting. That hand shot upward and as the sentinel passed over Kael, he was met with a blaster bolt to the chest. In his right hand Kael flourished a mint green lightsaber defensibly as he closed in on his final obstacle.

Blue and green blades clashed as the two beings fought for their lives. Kael knew time was of the essence and a delayed battle now would erase any hope of escape he had. Drawing the force into his fist he deflected an incoming attack, putting the Jedi off balance and then unleashed a devastating left uppercut that connected solidly with his opponents torso. As the Jedi stumbled gasping for breath, Kael drove the hilt of his lightsaber into the back of the guards head effectively separating him from his senses.

With both men defeated Kael took a breath to steady his nerves, lifted a key off one of the guards, and let himself into the Grand Master's personal quarters.

 

[jamessour]

Tarnit grinned at the tom-foolery that was unfolding. It always brought him joy when Jedi broke stereotypes. Most people believed them to be magical space monks, and that wasn't completely inaccurate. However, Jedi were people too and they needed to relax.

Another stereotype breaker, Tarnit thought as he saw King Praedyth enter the room. A large smile crept over Tarnit's wrinkled face. Praedyth and Tarnit had met each other oh so briefly before on Chandrilla during a party. Something about Onderonians entertained Tarnit to know end. He also respected them deeply. Praedyth, as far as Tarnit knew, was a deeply respectable man - though he didn't know him personally very well. Guess it's time to make friends.

Picking up his beverage, Tarnit stepped quickly over to where the Onderonian Noble was sitting. Slowly sitting next to Praedyth, Tarnit extended a hand to shake. "Hello, I believe we have met before, on Chandrilla. I'm Tarnit Taddler, and you are Lord Praedyth, correct?" Tarnit offered a genuine smile and waited to become officially acquainted with the Knight-King. Tarnit disliked titles but understood that others appreciate them... but Tarnit didn't know quite how to address him.

@Korvo

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen moved easily through the crowded amphitheater. The guests parted and offered him various forms of greeting. He had eyes only for one. His mischievous imposter. He knew Valin had to be somewhere among the throng of Jedi. Probably drunk and doing disservice to their shared name. An unbidden smile curved his lips. He would not let Valin think he was funny. That was the last thing the galaxy needed. Before Valen could finish his manhunt, he was approached by an unfamiliar Jedi Knight. The Mirialan intruded himself as Soth before offering to get Valen a drink. He smiled at his lighter skinned brethren.

“Thank you Jedi Nuevole, water would be very appreciated.” He was still parched from his march throughout the city. He patted the younger Jedi Knight on the shoulder. A cold shiver ran up his spine. A familiar mind touched his and his stomached clenched. No. No. No. Warning slammed through his body. A brash, brutal working of the Force. A message sent in haste. A message sent in desperation. Eral. He knew that mind almost as well as Alara. Eral was one of the Knights charged with protecting his person and his chambers. Valen smiled again at Soth. “Excuse me, young one.” He kept his face calm. His Force aura he slammed into oblivion, he could not trust his emotions. In a moment, he was outside the amphitheater. Alara was waiting with a confused look on her face. “We are breached.” She met his eyes and nodded. Valen ran. By the time he reached the elevator 4 Jedi Knights surrounded him. He fought to keep his aura calm.

The lift shot swiftly to the 42nd floor, as the doors opened five Lightsabers sprang to life. His emerald green blade was joined by four blue siblings. Valen’s feet carried him swiftly towards the rooms he called home. He tried to center himself. He failed. He could see the bodies on the floor. He reached in the Force, they weren’t dead. He moved as if in a dream. The door was ajar. His knuckles tightened around the hilt of his blade. One movement of his hand left the Knights in the hallways, Valen pushed open the door.

 

[Zay]

Kael quickly and carefully moved through the grand master's chambers. The space was eloquent if not a little feminine for Kael's taste, but then again the current grand master had only just been appointed. He wondered if his intel was still correct as he moved through the room. He reached the library and made his way to the console. Next to the instrumentation was a desk. Kael quickly refiled through the contents of the desk. His hidden prize was a small data card he'd found in the bottom right drawer. Kael eyed the datacard carefully and then slipped it into his robes. He closed the drawer and exited the room as he did so the sound of Lightsabers snapping on caught his attention.

Great... they're early. He rushed to the nearest window a peered out. There was a balcony approximately fifteen floors down, it was doable, but there was a high risk he'd injure himself and that would only complicate his getaway further. He lifted the window and stuck his head through the opening. Just above his location, two floors up was the roof. He didn't have much choice and time was of the essence. Just as he made his decision the main door swung open. Standing in the center of the threshold was the Jedi Grand Master Valen Pelora.

Taking matters into your own hands, huh? Didn't expect that. Kael kept his body close to the window prepared to make his move at a moments notice. Behind the grand master stood five Jedi similar to the one's he'd dispatched of earlier. Kael gave the man before him an apprising look and said,

"All this for little ole me?" He gestured innocently as he shifted his weight. He knew he couldn't take all six of the beings he wasn't some super solider, but if he could isolate the grand master he might have a chance.

He jerked his chin toward the window and said, "Keep up if ya can, Master!" Kael's tone was derisive and full of challenge as he pulled himself through the window.

Years of martial training under one of the orders most relentless Jedi Master's had tempered the young man's body to be as hard as iron. He effortlessly scaled the side of the temple. Pulling himself over the railing, he walked to the only exit, pulled out his blaster, switched it into it's primary firing position, and destroyed the control panel locking the door in place. He holstered the blaster and drew both of his lightsabers. Kael took center stage on the roof and awaited the grandmaster with both lightsabers ignited. He was prepared to go to war.

 

[crab]

Omren accepted Adan's handshake as a slight smile cracked his stony expression.

"Omren Dii. I understand why you may not recognize me. I have been...away for some time, in a certain manner of speaking."

At that, he took a quick sip from his glass. The blue milk was an immensely refreshing counter to the harsh desert environment outside the Temple walls. Not that he minded it. Anything was better than wallowing in the Archives day and night. Although he seemed to have a higher tolerance for clerical work than many of his peers, even he had a breaking point. He had been aching to stretch his legs on a new planet for a long while, and this gathering had given him the perfect chance.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. I have never ridden a Bantha before." He glanced at the Miraluka with his own eyes, wondering what it would be like to live without them. He understood that the Miraluka saw, but not in the same way other races did. The concept intrigued him to no end. At least it must've been easier to sleep on his slide without two massive horns jutting out from his skull.

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