[Jedi Only] Call to Action

[Lucid]

OOC: This thread is open to all Jedi. Seamus and Von have used the Force to call (current and pre-timeskip) all Jedi to Endor. It's to be a discussion of Jedi leadership and direction.
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Seamus and Von sat atop the ruins of the Death Star on the forest moon of Endor, the sounds of the great forest a distant hum in the background as the two Jedi fell deep into the Force. It came in a crushing tide to their united call, it caught them in it's current and sent their minds far across the stars.

The two Jedi searched, Seamus throwing their minds farther and farther afield as Von kept watch for the presence of those she knew. They were the perfect team, Seamus, falling deep into the ocean of the Force, guiding its power and pulling it through them as their awareness of the world around them dimmed and all they knew was the buzzing life of the galaxy. He pulled Von with him, relying on her knowledge of people he never knew to pull them out of the white noise and tie them into their web.

Together they worked, calling any who bore the bright flame of the Jedi to their side. With the Force Seamus set a call in the minds that Von presented to him, a strong urge to find the source of what had touched their consciousness. They would come, Seamus knew. The call he had planted would bring them here, to the Forest Moon and to a new beginning.

 

[Raydo]

Reland had fallen asleep after an exceptionally long day of training on Lamaredd. During his sleep he had visions of the forest planet of Endor. He felt called to travel to planet. He could sense the two Jedi who were initiating the call. He sensed the urgency of the meeting and immediately woke up. It was the middle of the night on Lamaredd, but Reland gathered his belongings and headed towards his ship. He would confirm what the details were on the way, but he was experienced enough to know the importance if a call like this had gone out.

As he left the orbit of Lamaredd and began setting the course to Endor his mind wondered what the purpose of such a meeting would be. He would find out soon enough.

As he traveled on focused in on the call and immersed himself in it. He didn't know the two Jedi personally, but he had confirmed who they were. At first, he was a tad weary of it being a trap to life Jedi, but those were silenced after confirming the legitimacy of the Jedi.

Focusing on the Jedi, it was easy enough to find where the they were on the planet. He landed his ship in a clearing, and began climbing the ruins of the ancient Death Star. As he reached the top he found the two Jedi Masters.

 

[Wit]

Hal had always wanted to visit the forest moon of Endor, site of one of the most pivotal events in galactic history, home of the Ewoks, centre of the Galaxy as far as the Cult of the Golden One was concerned and the perfect blend of hot, humid and chirpy. Ok, actually no, he had never wanted to visit the forest moon of Endor. And now that he was here he hated it just as much as he had thought he would.

He had shown up out of boredom, and maybe a little curiosity. He had felt the call in the Force, had been able to identify one of the presences as Von's. If nothing else, things seemed to get a little exciting around her, one of the few Jedi he could say that about. So he had come, maybe reluctantly, but come he had. And as he heard the words in his mind, he chuckled.

Scaling the ruins of the fallen Death Star, he spotted another Jedi approaching the summoning duo. Waving a hand in greeting, that he was a Jedi was more than obvious, Hal continued moving towards their two hosts and came to a stop mere feet away from them. With nothing better to do, the two seemed to be occupied with sending out their Force-invitation, he pulled out a bag of crisps and started munching.

 

[The Kyzer]

Meditation was a key skill to a Jedi. A way to purge one's mind and soul of the burdens of the galaxy, at least for a short while. Von Raythe was currently immersing her mind in the flow of the Living Force like a child wading into ocean surf. It had been a long while since she'd been able to do such a thing, and the wait for others to answer her and Seamus' call had allowed it. Of course, that meditation was broken when Von remembered the purpose of the call.

Ebberla Daw

Von's former mentor and Grand Master of the New Jedi Order. The two hadn't gotten along in a long time. In the time before Larik and Von reformed the Shadow. Ever since then, Von had viewed Ebb as an obstacle to doing what was needed in the galaxy. In Von's eyes, Ebberla had allowed the Jedi Order to fall from being the galaxy's guardians and protectors into a bunch of pathetic mewling quims dressed in robes. First had come her failure on Arbra, then her failure on Anoth. Of course, Von noted the hypocrisy in herself in regard to her own actions prior to the Battle of Anoth, but it paled in comparison to Ebberla's own.

The former Shadow Keeper noted a group of newcomers approached and nodded to them politely. As the number of Jedi grew, Von could feel the air pressure change as storm clouds began to gather. The tall pink-skinned woman thought it funny that so many people across the galaxy thought of such things as malevolent when they were what brought life-giving rain...and change.

Change was coming.

 

[LaPurple]

The jedi had been settling a dispute on the planet of Utapau, but when Saviin felt the pull of the Force, he put all else aside. Immediately, he made his way to the hangar where his ship sat waiting. As he ran towards it, the world around him slipped out of focus. His mind was elsewhere fixated on the voices that called for him.

Departing from the sinkhole planet he did not know his destination. Saviin let the Force cot rom his actions. Closing his eyes to better focus, the jedi's hands worked the controls and before he knew it, he was traveling at light speed through the black of space.

Now he had time to ask himself questions like Why was he being called? Were there other answering the call as well?" Soon enough his questions would be answered, but for the rest of his flight, all he could do was wait...

But when the forest moon came in focus, Junar knew where he was. It was Endor, the site of one of the most successful triumphs in history. Finally, he would be seeing it for himself. The jedi knew the Death Star was his destination.

Coming into the atmosphere, Saviin circled the fallen space station as he landed his craft. He saw the shapes scaling the outer walls of the ship. Within minutes, it was Junar's turn to do so. Looking up from the base of the crash site, he new the climb would be long.

Without hesitation he leaped onto the. Death Star beginning his ascension to the top. There were other jedi around him and he nodded his respect whenever he passed one or was passed himself.

Eventually reaching the top, he looked about as the jedi began to converge. It was a meeting he knew as much, but for what he knew not. Saviin's focus turned to the two who he now realized called him here. Now all he had to do was listen.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Ao had already been present with Seamus and Von. The three of them had decided on their own to journey down this path. It only took some passing comments to each other before it was apparent what needed to be done. The Jedi had been through many difficult times as of late. Various losses, forced into the shadows, and some among their order constantly on the run. Ao took no pleasure in what this triumvirate were about to do, but they had all reached their breaking point.

He had previous dealings with Von. Both Jedi had been trained by the same master. The same person who brought them here this day. The other Jedi, Ao did not know so well. He'd trust Von's vouching of him.

Ao turned to the assembled crowd as by and by Jedi came in. The group began to sat expectantly looking at the three assembled masters. Looking to his compatriots Ao nodded and decided he would speak first. Clearing his throat he took a few steps forward and scanned his eyes along the clouds. Looked like it was about to rain.

"I am Ao. Like many of you I have served the Jedi dutifully through these troubled times. Each day almost always tougher than the last. This Order is surviving by the skin of its teeth. There is one root to all these problems. Ebberla Daw. She has time and time again shown a flagrant disregard for the Jedi. Ebberla is the reason we had to abandon Arbra and the massacre of Annoth. Her incompetence led Andraste to what few safe havens we had. Like a fly to bantha poodoo. During meetings she has shown casual indifference to the plight of not only the Jedi, but the galaxy. She did not care to intervene when we lost the Light of the Force. Those are just a few of her failures and my fellow Jedi here with me today can speak to more."

Ao ended his speech as he let his words sink in and gave others a chance to talk.

 

[TheSilentWind]

The Mandalorian Padawan had been seeing people walk around, each of them practicing their lightsaber forms or force abilities. This was an every day seen at Naboo, as the people knew how luxurious it was to have made it into few hideouts the Jedi had. Luckily for them, the Padawans also knew that time at the moment mattered considering the fact that the Sith were actively hunting them down. Korra had never been to the moon of Endor, and she didn't really want to. The only time she had ever heard about it was when her sister had undertaken a mission to help the Rebels on Endor.

As she sat there, the wildlife clearly creating a quiet, and humble place for her to think, and just be herself, the young Jedi had felt a roar in the light side. Even Korra with her little knowledge of Force Sense could hear it, and she could also be able to somewhat feel what all the Padawans were thinking. Questions were eminent and curiosity could be felt around people as to what could have caused that call. When Korra began walking, and returned to the temple, she could see that people were still puzzled as to what was going on. A flash of curiosity lit inside Korra as she decided that she wanted to see what was going on. What could have caused such a powerful force current?

The question though was how was she going to get there. Korra knew the basics of flying, having lived in a ship for quite some time. That however did not mean that she had a ship, and it wasn't like she could ask Aura to come here and take her to Endor without giving a reasonable explanation. In addition to that, Aura was quite far, and in a location that was quite secret.

As Korra began to think as to how to possibly get there, she began seeing ships beginning to leave the place, as she could feel light side signatures inside those ships. The Jedi here on Naboo were answering the call, and Korra would do so. Korra left the location and went to the place where the most amount of Jedi ships were. The Mandalorian then saw someone she knew, someone from one of the classes she had undertook during her first few days in the Order.

"Can I join you in your ship." she asked, her face turned down due to her lack of self confidence, and esteem. "Sure." the man replied, and Korra decided to join. Normally Korra wouldn't trust someone like this. This however was something that was more important than her trust issues, it was a calling from the light side, at least in her mind, and she wound answer it.

As the ship left Naboo, the beautiful world being able to be seen from orbit, the ship jumped to hyperspace and within seconds, they were already on Endor. The ship then arrived at the location with Korra and the other Padawan coming out. Jedi from everywhere had come so it was reasonable for Korra to believe that something big was going on. What she didn't know was why this was occurring. Korra had been with the Jedi Order for only a few months. This presented an excellent opportunity for her to truly know what was going on, and it was an opportunity she wouldn't just let it pass by.

"I think they are inside those ruins." she stated to her fellow Padawan. The male Padawan nodded, and began to use Force Leap to jump into those ruins. The Padawan realized that she had to jump via usage of the force. Korra wasn't the most adept at Force Jump. That however didn't mean't that she wouldn't try.

The young Mando began gathering herself, preparing for the long jump. She knew the DeathStar was big, and the climb would be long. That however didn't mean that she was going to give up. Korra had survived worse events than this, the most prominent being the Attack on Coruscant by the Sith.

Within seconds, Korra made the first jump, and began gathering her force energy to do the second jump. This sequence would continue for a few minutes before she finally reached the top. When she reached the top, Korra was somewhat exhausted however they were various Jedi here, and to her, that was what that really mattered.

 

[BLADE]

The Pain Man was.

His robes, never so fine, of vermillion and dearth had been worn and worn. They were faded now, almost the color of a dull ripened wheat. He had gone by many names. Healer. Friend. Preacher. He walked the Earths. His grandfather, Suat, would have called it wanderlust but Abbas preferred to call his peripatetic ambling an act of Love. What else could the galaxy and the Jedi themselves --though Force knows he had not called himself that in an age-- ask for but that?

Still. Blood told. As did the Force. He was seldom far away from the Great Well, and in its warm embrace he usually derived a purpose. One could not divorce the active will, the reasoning and the reasonable and in this Abbas made his decisions. Sometimes they required a moment's thought. At times, the Will of the Force was... difficult. Such choices required meditation and consideration.

He had not made the choice to travel into the Unexplored Regions lightly. Three months of meditation in a dune, scorched by sun and whipped by sand. In those ages, he had hoped to find a way to mend the Sith's heart. Or to see the galaxy healed.

Dreams or delusions? He knew that gentle questioning yielded no small rewards. And if one could not question the self, then the poison of certitude (not certainty) would sweep in. The Way of the Eightfold Path spoke of mindfulness and in that mindfulness doubt existed too. A handmaiden.

Abbas sighed to himself and sat in the dull-looking metallene stool. He was nearly jostled over by a burly, bandaged Trandoshan. A merchant of some wares. He hissed and cursed at him, belittling his questionable parentage, questioning his mental acuity, and making a Trader's Limerick, if you will of his smell.

The Jedi replied with a gentle bow of his head. The Trandoshan hissed once more and went on his way.

Though I do suppose it has been a long time since I have taken a shower...
He covertly sniffed himself and suppressed a grimace.

Ah, but from the mouth of babes. Or foul-mouthed purveyors of goods.

A worn glass thudded against his table, and he stood up and brought his right fist together with his left palm, genuflecting in respect to a thick-looking Togruta woman.

She rolled her eyes at him and then pointed to the kitchen. He'd never worn his poverty ostentatiously, but yet it was a comfortable garb for him. With another bow he stood up. She glared at him and pointed to his own empty plate.

With a sheepish smile, the bandaged Mon Cal swept said eating receptable into his own hands and then bustled off to the kitchen.

He might have taken an oath of poverty, but Choata Halash certainly had not.

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Washing dishes was relaxing work. It was edifying, perhaps in the sense that it was a type job which had always needed doing. Would always need doing. So long as there was life and eating. His own plate was easily taken care of. Abbas had never been a heavy eater, and age and circumspection --as well as a penchant for religious fasting-- had made his appetite less than capacious. He was a dainty eater, too, or so a grizzled spacer had told him a week ago. And a vegetarian.

Others were neither leaf-eaters, nor dainty, nor entirely considerate of those who had to wash after them.

Jedi or not, he grimaced at some of the grime on the dirty dishes.

Relaxing. But not always pleasant.

He hummed tonelessly to himself.

And that was when he heard it. It brought to mind his old master and friend, and the warm feelings he had for her in his heart --he had hoped Ebberla had survived such dark days and lived well. It was all he did now, healing and preaching and very occasionally fighting. So that others might live well.

He shook his head as he began to wash the leftovers of "Mystery Meat Chef's Special."

"Does this establishment even have a chef?"

Choata hired him and muttered something rather uncomplimentary about the rate of pay for cooks in Wild Space and then threatened --as had been ritual over the week she had graciously opened her tavern to him-- to expel him from the premises.

He agreed mildly with all she said and thought again on what his Force-soul had heard. A Call. An insistent one at that.

He thought of Ebberla again and something in him was happy that his friend was alive. He could feel it. And yet this call was not hers. It was a call not unlike hers certainly. Not in the way he recalled her.

Certain. Resolved.

But it also spoke of outrage.

Never the best combination.

It was conscience this time, and not the Force he spoke. As he already knew it would. He drummed his fingers on the countertop, and then put away the drying rag.

Abbas Rahman would answer the call.

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Choata was not a pleasant woman. In that it was not Abbas' place to judge.

But she was a good woman, and she had sent the Pain Man off with credits and a bundle of sweet raaka cakes. One had to have one's vices after all. He had replied with a gentle hug, and a Force-Empowered tincture for pains and aches.

Be well Choata. Love is with you.

Conveyance was not hard to find. Tourists still flocked to take in --a less good-minded Jedi might have said gawk-- at the ruins of the Old Empire's ambition. And with every light-year closer, Jedi Knight (but did that title even matter now?) Rahman felt the leeching certitude of his Brothers and Sisters --and oh how glorious were they even in their flaws-- seep into his bones like a balm.

Perhaps, at nearly fifty, he was in his dotage already and babbling.

But sentimental old fool that he might be, he slept well on that superluminal trawler, and stepped easily into the trails of the heritage site. A few curious Ewoks and some pushier tourists stared at him, in his very aged robes (though he had taken care of some ablutions so that he might not smell like said trawler, I thank you) but he merely smiled disarmingly at them.

A twisted architecture of spires and durasteel stared at him. Here then was to have been the technological wonder that would cow the galaxy.

Abbas shook his head.

Such a waste.

He noticed some of his brothers and sisters jumping to and fro, vaulting with superhumanoid ease unto the summit. His knees and his common sense --the former worn, the latter rather polished-- equally protested.

It did not take him long to find stairs.

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For all his natural gentility, Abbas did have a sense of humor, and were his fast friend Kohla here, he might have remarked that when it walked and talked like an Enclave, it might as well have been one.

But he said nothing and let the current of excited energy wash over him. With that good Jedi sixth-sense he took his own part in a rough semicircle. The words of the first speaker, an august master named Ao, filled the air. They were good words. Not good, perhaps in their content. That was yet to be judged. But they were weighty enough to unlock matters so that they might see.

The Pain Man projected his calm outward and sought the guidance of the Force and of his own conscience.

The past had beat on and now there was nothing left but the doom of the present.

 

[Black Noise]

Walking amidst the ruins of what was possibly the greatest weapon of mass destruction ever created, Sogar felt a washing of peace. These great ruins served not as a reminder of death and devastation, rather, they stood as testament that any gathering for good, no matter how small, can change the fate of the galaxy. And change was exactly the reason Jedi gathered around the wreckage today.

Life was slower for Sogar these days. His former life had taken an intense, painful toll on his body. Unlike many Jedi, Sogar was no spry, older Jedi Master whose aged appearance deceived his opponents. Rather, his 60th birthday felt more like his 90th. It was a relaxing ascent to the top of the ruins, one he took care to move slowly.

Joining the group of Jedi who so quietly gathered before their summoners, Sogar listened well to the first to speak. Ao, he knew this one by reputation, a powerful Jedi. Truly, most of those gathered here, Sogar knew almost all by reputation. Never one for politics nor the vice of discussions, Sogar preferred action and was never good at inspiring others in the first place. But long gone were his days were he'd go to the heart of an enemy fortress and declare his challenge, here were the days he knew better.

It was cautious action that brought Sogar here, knowing his headstrong, nonchalant demeanor towards these types of gatherings had caused him much grief in the past. Now, older and hopefully wiser, Sogar waited until Ao finished before speaking up and replying. His voice rasped with in gravelly deep tone, a voice made strong and worn from yelling battle commands.

"Ebberla Daw is not fundamentally a bad person, this must be recognized. There was a time she thought only of the order and those who served with her. Those days, however, are long gone. The galaxy is stirring against the Sith, every day more and more rebels and rabble rousers rise up against their overlords. Does Ebberla care? It is hard to tell. We need a leader who stands as an impenetrable bulwark, one who balances the needs of her people with the needs of battle. Ebberla has callously abandoned both."

Sighing deeply, he finished, "Perhaps I am not the best Jedi to speak of this subject, many of you know who I once was. I am nothing but thankful to Ebberla for assisting in my conversion to the light, her intentions have mostly been right. But good intentions pave the road to Chaos. Sadly, one thing I know is that Ebberla has abandoned us as a whole, and I will not, cannot, follow one such as her."

 

[Raydo]

The storm growing outside didn't bother Reland, but the storm of tension that grew as some Jedi began to speak troubled him. He folded his arms inside the sleeves of his Jedi robse as the wind started to pick up some. They had been called out here to discuss mutiny and betrayal.

"Have we not invited the Grand Master so she may defend herself? In fact, I find it troubling that no members of the Jedi Council are present. While I can not say I have agreed with every decision the council has made and we have only barely survive, we have survived. The only sure thing that will destroy the Jedi is to be divided over a leadership decision. We can not afford a "civil war" of sorts. I fear that is all a meeting like this will generate without the other sides being present to defend their actions and decisions."

Perhaps they had already made up minds, and perhaps they were right. Something about the method they were choosing seemed wrong to Reland.

 

[Hishamori]

Hishamori had been a bit surprised to feel the call through the force as she passed near by the system of where the moon of Endor was located, rather curious but on guard she changed her heading and landed in a decent clearing near the supposed meeting site.

After a short walk she arrived to the clearing and saw the other Jedi already here, she wasn't entirely too surprised to see some here, but she was surprised to see that there were quite a few.

Taking a seat on a stump she meditated to a point while she waited for more Jedi to arrive, when she heard the conversation/debate happening not far away from her, she took a moment to listen to what was being said. She agreed that the grand master should be here to at least defend/give reason for her actions or lack there of, but at the same time the galaxy was not going to wait for the Jedi to get their wits about and their leadership to figure out what exactly they were going to do and how they'd respond. Hishamori sighed a bit at that thought if only because of the fact the order was by all means from her view in shambles, and has been since the evacuations of Arbra and Anoth. Though one could say they had been shambles even before that and now they are merely more so.

 

[Lucid]

Seamus said that he would address the comments himself.

As the person who had taken it upon himself to force change in the Jedi Order, it was his responsibility to see that the reasons were made clear and that they would not be lost amid shallow personal issues with the Grandmaster. He rose smoothly from where he had been seated, finally rousing himself, knowing that the call he had sent washing over Jedi minds would remain and grow stronger. Even now he could feel more Jedi approaching, traveling from distant parts of the galaxy to be here where it all would change. The small man walked forward, to stand in front of Ao, towards the middle of the gathering, and view the Jedi. Many had come, that was good.

Many of the assembled Jedi, he didn't know, had never had the opportunity to meet. Ebberla had wanted to keep his existence quiet, for understandable reasons and Seamus accepted that. He also knew it would make his job here all that much harder but he was prepared. The Jedi Master was acting as a Master of the Jedi Order, not as a political figure or as a person. Long had he given his service to the ideal and hope that the Jedi brought to the galaxy; he would not stand to see that light vanish or dim while he still drew breath. He drew himself up to his full height (still not very great) and began to address the gathering. It was intimidating beyond what he had expected.

"I would like nothing better than for Ebberla to be here," Seamus said evenly, addressing the Master (a man who's name he didn't know), who had asked. "She surely felt my call as strongly as everyone else and it is her choice, just as it is everyone's, to answer it or not." He looked around the group and saw many questioning glances directed towards him. Of course, few knew who he was, it was to be expected.

"For those of you who do not know me or do not know of me, I am Seamus Moidin and a master of what you would call the Old Jedi Order." He left his explanation at that, this was neither the time nor place to discuss how he had come to be with them in this era. There was too much else to cover.

"About that though," he continued, "to have such a distinction is pointless. There is and has always ever been only a single Jedi Order, the principals, ideals and purpose of which have survived for millennia. It seems though, that many of those principals have vanished from common light within the Jedi." Seamus felt his unease melt away, he could feel certainty in the Force as he spoke of what he had given his life to serve years ago. "Many of the 'failings of Ebberla' that people have brought to light are extraordinarily self-centered and delivered out of self-interest. It would seem that the Jedi Order under Ebberla has forgotten itself.

"The Jedi Order doubts itself. The Jedi Order doubts its ability to survive, to flourish, to continue on, should a blow be dealt to them. The Jedi Order that I have encountered in this age is too concerned with its own survival as an institution. Such doubt can only flourish in an environment where it is welcomed and that environment can only foster when a leader encourages it.

"Ebberla's doubt in the Jedi's ability to survive, doubt in the light of the Force to persevere has lead the Jedi Order to the state it is in now. We are fractured, a shade of what the Jedi should be. Even if weakened the Jedi should still be paragons of hope and strength in the galaxy. The Jedi can hardly be called those things now, when we are running, hiding, trying to preserve ourselves over what we have dedicated our lives to: Protecting the people of the galaxy who are not able to escape the darkness themselves.

"It is for those reasons why I called everyone here and to discuss what should be done."

 

[vamp]

Matt was very interested in all of this. He's never actually been to something like this and had only just found out that he's a Jedi.

He'd received the call while hitch hiking on a spaceship to God-knows-where, and didn't understand what he was feeling at first, until the message became clearer to him. Matt then hopped off when the ship made a stop on Endor, then walked to the meeting, where people were already showing.

He tried to pay attention, but his eyes always drifted somewhere else, and he had no idea what anyone was talking about. He attempted to listen in to the chatter, although it was impossible to listen to only one conversation from far away

 

[Empress]

" The order is, was and always has been a democracy " A voice called out in response to a question about the presence of others. The tones sounding distinctly authoritative yet separated from much of the goings on. Decades of experience and hardships given light despite the youthful tones that carried these words.
" What the order chooses, the order chooses as a combined voice, it does not matter whom or where those members are. Or how they got there. Such matters are trivial. "

Skhai Baatch, former Sage master and long time keeper of much of the order, and inner circles deepest, most secretive artifacts and knowledge - more still than any seated member currently- broke her silence as she stepped forward. Many may have remembered her from her days before staging her death, the winged council master who wore skin of alabaster, and crimson hair. Others knew when she took on a cyan hue and platinum hair matching that of her wife - terris rolans- own pale mane .
The former sage master looked different now. Her energy signature was no mistake- still as it always was and burning to the minds eye like a super nova as most force users with her experience and conditioning do....yet her appearance stood out as quite different. The deep violet almost ash kissed skin, the ebon hair, and crystalline feathers of a smokey quartz in appearance. Her loose, airy robes that usually draped over her voluptuous frame had been replaced by thick armour and talbards, and a pauldon of copper featuring an unknown symbol comprised of a lotus and a bendu star. This was NOT the playful mischievous Skhai of the past.

" Master Daw is a close friend of mine, there was a time when the empress had removed her connections to he force, and I was able to enter her mind and restore her to an awakened state. Ive served beside her, Ive fought and relaxed besides her, and have vouched for her in the past." The large Crystavian arched a darkened brow as she spoke, her pale eyes casting a subtle glance over those about, taking note of those she knew, and those who were new to the order since her departure.
" However I am no Jedi, not any more.. the order I knew, and understood and served died years ago however I am here to assure that some shred of what that order once was is remembered, that the spirit and functions of the individuals role is not ignored.. It is not my call or vote to this, but I shall serve honestly testimony should it be asked. "

 

[Zian]

Zian joined the other padawan, she had no clue as to what was going on. It seemed important though why else would all the Jedi be gathered in one place. She tried to listen to what was being said. She didn't even know the person they spoke of, she had never met the grandmaster . Where the Jedi truly as in bad shape as this other person spoke or was that the ideas of the grand master they spoke about. She didn't know.

 

[Ral]

The dark-haired Jedi Knight Kai Sera had been meditating rather peacefully on Jade's ship with the blue-skinned Pantoran along with his friends; the dark-haired Khelsea, and the silver-haired human teenager Aluae whom Kai had grown rather fond of over the past several weeks. After having gone on a few missions, a few classes, and a few social outings he had found Aluae to be a sweet if sometimes aloof young woman. When they heard the call sent out through the Force, Kai immediately knew it was master Von Raythe without a doubt, a Jedi he had trained under early on and found her to be an excellent teacher. Looking at his friend Kai knew that they should leave for Endor and so they changed course from Lamaredd to Endor where they traveled with all possible speed.

Landing in a clearing sufficiently large for Jade's sizable transport, they quartet of Jedi stepped out into the wilderness of Endor. The great trees sprawled out in every direction making tracking by pure sight to be practically worthless as every tree looked the same. However, Kai and Khelsea had been here before and both knew that the forest could be deceiving; all one had to do was trust in the Force. Looking at Aluae, Kai smiked and grabbed her hand as he spoke to the others. "C'mon everyone, it shouldn't be too hard to find Master Raythe now, we just have to follow the Force to where she is!"

It wasn't hard finding the Jedi Master as she was making it obvious to those who were searching for her and had an idea of where to look. Stepping into the area with Aluae on his side and Khelsea and Jade on the other Kai looked at his friends and gave them a smile. "See? Told you we could do it. No problem." He remarked as he released Aluae's hand and sat down and waited for others to gather. Finally, they began speaking and Jedi Kai had met before and those he had never heard of began speaking. Many had interesting points, but Kai hadn't ever interacted with the Grand Master before and at this point knew not what to say or do, but he knew that his loyalty was to the Order and what they stood for above everything else. That's what being a Jedi meant to him. And so he would wait and see and hear what the others gathered had to say before he would speak, so he could speak with an informed opinion on what to do.

 

[vamp]

Matt notices the other Padawan, and looks at her. He watches the people who knew what they were talking about and spoke again. He is cautious not to disturb the sacred on topic talk, feeling as though it must not be tainted with such questions, as "What are we talking about?"

So far, he'd just understood how important it was to preserve the Jedi Order's democracy. He agreed, but felt that he was a Padawan and had no word in such debates, so Matt kept his silence.

 

[Mistress]

The last call among the ranks was by the Grandmaster. She said it's time to do something. Lutomi did stuff. She worked with the Rebels when they captured the dark menace Vereor. There is still other stuff to do. She helped free the Mandalorian's new leader...and she can't recall the conclusion of what happened there; it's like nobody cared about the effort anyhow.

There was Sionann Ionne and Larik Novan to save...and her new friend Reland Gil, who shares her home planet of Lamaredd, needs to remember how to forgive himself of the mistakes of his past. She made a vow to him right there, to take Reland to the buried Temple of Galtea next. 'That'll fix him.' The Jedi Order is only a fraction of what it used to be. Of today's Jedi, many are aligned Gray and rumored to have gone rogue. Even some Padawans have slipped into the Order with great Darkness in their hearts, and serious misconceptions.

"Wow... The Force is in charge, no matter what we choose, wether we win or we lose Wars. I taught Padawans so Jedi can hope to gain leverage over the uneven balance of good and evil which spans the Universe." She has no clue who else is actually taking up their responsibility; but one does nothing the Force does not Will, even doing nothing serves its purpose. "Our Elders see Visions more than we, ourselves. If you want to replace them, then it better be that you honestly believe them to be keeping the truth from us, and intentionally misleading us."

She couldn't think of anyone deserving, over those who currently have the right at this very moment. How could she? She doesn't know any of the Masters present. Even when she saw them together at the Grandmaster's call, they never introduced themselves. Didn't one of them ever step forward to teach Lutomi anything while she was still a Padawan or a Knight. She followed the Force to make her who she is. She does however, understand how War changes even the Jedi. She has watched as her own Master, Larik, buried all his pain deep down and harden his presence. It is justifiable for the Force allowed it. But in Lutomi's eyes, it was a tarnish nonetheless.

The Jedi need time to rebuild. The only way to rebuild is to train.

 

[Hishamori]

Hishamori was listening to the discussion with an interested look on her face and paid close attention to what was being said. She glanced towards the former Jedi master that revealed herself, Hish didn't really recognize what species the woman was, but regardless the force signature and it's overall size made it rather obvious that she wasn't bluffing.

Hish looked around her at her fellow Jedi and could see that they were all thinking about what had been said, some having private conversations with each other, some however did not look entirely happy. Which was rather understanding given what's been said so far, as she looked she saw couple of familiar faces Kai and Khelsea to be exact, a small smile broke out onto Hish's face as she saw them. It has been a while since she had done anything with those two, and last she heard Kai had become a knight. I wonder if Kai had a celebration party? Hish laughed quietly to herself at the thought.

Coming out of her thoughts she looked towards the Jedi who had called them here and a question popped up to the fore front of her mind "What exactly is your plans to make this 'change' happen?" Hish asked in a curious and rather polite tone "I will not assume I'm speaking for all my fellow Jedi here, but I do believe a good portion are rather curious as to what you have planned." Hish said as she looked at the fellow Jedi who called them here from underneath her hood.

 

[GABA]

Indeed Ebberla Daw heard the call.

She watched in silence as Jedi came and as they all listened, listened to the lies that flowed through the lips of the very Jedi she had once trusted. Old faces and new, they were all here.
This was the very thing she fought against for the decade following the fall of the Order and the Alliance, fighting to preserve the light she served and now, the very doubts that Seamus spoke of were the same doubt he held in her and it reeked of hypocrisy.

“Yes.” Ebberla spoke.

“Yes, Knight Hashama, let’s hear what plans he has, for an order he only wishes that still existed as it once did. The same Order he vowed to protect also, but failed to do so and now, because of his failure, we still fight Banik’s war.”

She moved slowly around the crowd her eyes falling on Von and Seamus, “Please enlighten me, we’re all Jedi here, we’ve come pretty far to meet on one world. How have I abandoned you? How do I doubt our Order?”