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[Lani Tallis]

"So much for plan A, eh?" Lani mumbled to herself, almost certain that nobody would hear her. It had been weeks—or maybe a month or two—since a Jedi had brought her to that world. And so far, she hadn't found what—or whom—she was looking for.

On the bright side, the Jedi were very welcoming, if not a little preoccupied with their own problems. They even allowed her to train and live with other initiates. And it turned out that Lani indeed had the same eerie powers as her elder sister. The Force. Still, it was only part of the reason she was there.

That day, the young Zeltron found herself in the courtyard of the Yavin temple. She sat on top of a cargo container taller than her, and observed the ships coming and going. A half of the BD-2 electrostaff was in her hand. The Zeltron would throw the baton up in the sky: tracing its every move, trying to become its move.

Usually it would result withe the baton just falling by her, forcing her to move awkwardly and catch it. But sometimes, the baton did hover in the air and spin like a helicopter, before landing directly into her palm. It was at those moments that she'd smile and stop looking at the departing ships for a while. "Maybe it'll work out." again, the Zeltron mumbled to herself after making sure that nobody in front of her would hear her thinking outloud. "Is this how Kori felt here at first?"

 

[Drastus Drahr]

Drast would be doing his usual rounds, mainly to avoid Felix, or to escape his Masters ire. He had just returned from Corellia and boy was that a doozy. The glint of metal flicking into the sky would catch his attention and as he rounded the corner, he'd slide the shades down to get a better look. "Hmm.." he'd muse to himself as he slid the shades back up and entered her area. He would then clap for Lani as she caught the staff "Impressive stuff." he said with his patented grin and half-laugh.

He was thankful she was seeing him now rather than four hours prior. At that point in time, he was wearing one of his algae robes.. Venn, had sent him -another- one, maybe that's what fueled the rivalry, who knew. He had only worn it so he could do laundry. Thankfully none had seen him in such despicable garb. But now, here he was back in his usual attire, this time wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and buttoned crisply at the forearm, top three shirt buttons undone to show off some of his tats (something he'd begun to realize he was getting odd looks for for even having), and his glorious purple vest that nearly died on Corellia.

He knew he hadn't met this girl before and well, she looked his age, and possibly in the need of friends. Luckily for him, he carried his vibrosword still in its scabbard, harnessed to his back. "Hey, can't say we've met before, I'm sure I'd remember. Name's Drastus." he said, his tone light, hand extended for a good ol' fashioned handshake.

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[Lani Tallis]

The Zeltron was too consumed by her thoughts to notice the approaching stranger. The clapping came as a surprise, which made her flinch, as she almost dropped the baton onto the ground clumsily. But that clumsiness only lasted a moment, long enough to catch the baton. After that Lani put her weapon aside and straightened up, returning to her more graceful self. "Thanks," she replied with a confident smile, as if the awkward moment never happened.

The boy extended his hand, and it'd be weird to shake it while sitting on top of the container. So Lani shifted forward and jumped to the ground, not forgetting to grab both parts of the electrostaff with her left hand. As the Zeltron landed softly on the old stone and straightened up, she was finally ready to accept the handshake. "Of course you would," Lani smirked, the tone of her voice only slightly joking. "I'm Galania. Galania Tallis." She had been saying her last name so many over the past few weeks. But so far, nobody she met could shed any light on Nykoria's fate. Few Jedi had even met her more than once.

But it wasn't worth dwelling on that. Noticing the scabbard and a vibrosword, the girl tilted her head to the right slightly: "So you're a Padawan too, huh," It was more of an observation than a question. Lani wasn't even sure why she said that. To keep the conversation perhaps? "Been with the Jedi for long?" She sized her vis-a-vis up and down curiously.

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[Crix Aran]

"I'm telling you, Lancer, I only didn't recognize you because of your new red paint job! Honest!"

Crix wasn't wandering the Temple aimlessly as many would assume but was, in fact, taking his pilot droid Red Lancer for a walk. The reason for the walk? Well the droid had needed some work on it's wheels so he had been giving it a bit of a repair job. The only trouble was that he'd lost sight of his pilot droid at some point and one of the hanger aides had given him a lick of paint.

Apparently it was an "in joke" he didn't really get to paint parts of a droid red and pretend not to notice them because of it. It made literally no sense to him but things didn't need to make sense for them to be funny he supposed.

A series of annoyed beeps.

"Hey! That is uncalled for!" he rubbed at one of his horns, one that had had the tip cut off during training before it regrew, "You know my horn has grown back perfectly and I think you're just jealous you can't pull off the same look."

He wandered out into the courtyard, watching the other two padawans, and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Drast stop flirting with the new girl." he joked loudly, "I don't think you're her type! Most people like a partner who can string together a complete sentence after all..."

He winked at the pink woman before doing the same to Drast to let him know he was kidding.

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[Drastus Drahr]

As she prepared to leap down, he'd step aside to give her some room. He half expected the girl to just do a side flip or do an award bend that would make him cringe internally. But this? This was much better. His grip was firm and she'd notice various scars and tattoos on the forearm attatched to the hand. "Ga-lan-ia.." Drast would say to himself. It may have sounded weird, but he needed to sound things out, make sure they came out right. Unlike many at the Temple, he missed out on an education of really any kind so he had so much catching up to do. "Galania." he'd then say confidently with a grin before he pulled his hand away. "Trust me, with a name like that, I'd definitely remember." he said with a laugh. "Granted, I still don't really know too many people here."

If he had made any sort of connection with the last name, it would take some time for that to come full circle. "Yeah, I been a Padawan for just over two years. My uhh.. Master died at Ajan Kloss, so I been claimed by another. Obviously, you're a fresh face around here, so have you been assigned to a Master yet or you just kinda winging it?"

At the sound of a familiar voice plus in addition to the words, Drast would let out a very hearty laugh. "Kriff, Crixy Poo, ya got me there. I just got that CPS education, don't count for much, yeah?" he responded with that grin. "Speaking of, when you gonna introduce me to Willa? We almost only died last time you saw her."

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[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

This was, honestly, Hera's first time visiting the temple on Yavin. It wasn't that Hera had avoided it per se, but she certainly hadn't put it high on her bucket list of things to do before she finally kicked it after knocking her head on one too many short door frames. She was afraid of this place, to be perfectly truthful with herself. It was a powerful nexus of energy within the Force, and it was power itself that tended to be the temptation that Hera struggled with.

But she was a believer in confronting that which you were afraid of head on. Therefore she traveled to the temple to meditate and calm herself. Unfortunately such meditation did not last long in the restless redhead. Donning her blinding goggles and heading outside, Hera made her way slowly into the courtyard of the temple on Yavin. The gentle hum of ships lulled the Jedi into a false sense of security as she walked. Coming, going. Settling down. Ramping up. Their movements and their pilots reverberating through the Force as Hera focused in on them.

But Hera walked blind. Seeing through the Force was still not second nature to her, and she could not see through her blinding goggles. So focusing on far off ships and not what was right in front of her was not exactly the smartest thing to do. Within a minute, she found herself running hard into a cargo container taller than herself. A bang, a thud, and a sigh. Hera was suddenly flat on her back in the presence of three padawans. Acutely aware of her surroundings now as she refocused through the Force, the red headed Jedi hid her embarressment behind a smile and remarked, "Sith spitting goggles! Can't see with them-can't see without them!"

Staying flat on her back, she pointed to Crix and Drastus and added, "Hey I know you two! How are you and this new friend? Found your way back after Corellia nicely?" A jovial tone, a grin wider than a Nexu's and a laid back demeanor. These were the things that Hera used to hide the intense fear she felt as her body laid even just a few feet closer to the core of this world. Well, those thing and a lot of Force energy. In fact it was probably the stifling of her fear through the Force that added to her 'self imposed' blindness.

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[Dasi Vemm]

Dasi Vemm sat a decent away from the temple in the jungle. Far enough that hopefully she wouldn't have anyone interrupt her, but close enough that no one would take exception to how far she was from the temple. Typically she would tell everyone she was mediating, but today she was listening to an audiobook on her datapad, as she almost always was. The lightsabers of Master Nykoria Tallis were in her hands. She rotated them, looked them over, felt them. She was still disappointed in herself, she had failed Master Tallis, and now Master Tallis was gone. Dasi let out a sigh and stood up, clipping the lightsabers to her belt. Hopefully one day she would be able to return them, but today she was now hungry.

The young padawan hopped over a fallen tree as she made her way back to the temple. The jungles of Yavin 4 were vastly different from Ajan Kloss. But she could sense the ecosystem around her was just as lively, if not more. She smiled, it was nice to be somewhere that wasn't metal and concrete. As she exited the jungle into the clearing around the temple she sensed four others standing around, talking to each other. She let reached out with the force, trying to identify the participants. One of them felt somewhat familiar and she gasped, running to meet the Zeltron she had thought lost.

She barreled into the conversation, ignoring the other three. "Master Tallis! You're alright!" Now closer she frowned as she got a closer look with the force. It wasn't Master Tallis. She looked at the newcomer in confusion, wondering how exactly she could make a mistake like that. "I'm.. I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." Dasi put her hand to her forehead, this would be embarrassing. She apparently couldn't tell one Zeltron from another.

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[Xiann]

Xiann was quick marching through the dense forest of this unfamiliar planet, hopefully in the direction of some temple. If it wasn’t for the hint Rah’la had given her she would have been completely lost. Oorrl had left the Twi’lek and Rusty on the panet to learn more about the Force, but the direction he gave was 'Trust in the Force.' Would trusting a map not be simpler?

The Twi’lek and droid entered the clearing around the temple and for a moment considered if trying to sneak in to see what the place was about was a good idea. However the sudden and loud cracking of twigs under Rusty’s feet dashed that idea immediately, “Remind me to give you some stealth protocols at some point.” But she was only met with a cold blank faceplate, “R...R...Roger!” She shook her head as she headed into the temple and an open courtyard with both containers and people in it.

She gestured to the wall just to the side of the entranceway, “Wait here. I’ll see if this is where we need to be.” The droid did as he was told and stood watching the crowd.

Xiann approached the group, her right hand hovering over her right blaster, just in case. “Hello there. I’m told there is a temple here to learn from. I don’t suppose this is it? The boss didn’t give me a map.” This is when she noticed the woman lying on the floor grinning, “Is she ok?”

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[Lani Tallis]

The way Drastus slowly pronounced Lani's name while holding her hand was awkward. But it only made the Zeltron's lips curl up a little and raise an eyebrow. Surely he was just trying to memorize the name that way... Right? She did cast a quick glance at his hand while it still held hers... longer than normally needed. The compliment didn't go unnoticed as well, and Lani's smirk grew a little wider for a moment. Suddenly, Yavin started feeling like Coruscant or New Alderaan... Familiar.

The Zeltron could sense the other Padawan's shifts of mood as he talked about the past, hit a sore topic of his Master, but then bounced back. "Oh, I'm winging it all the way," the reply reflected the human's own laid-back attitude and apparent confidence. But before Lani could continue and elaborate just how much she was winging it, another boy stepped in with a witty remark. Showing off in front of the new girl, huh? Definitely like back on Coruscant.

"Drast"—a fun reference to galactic history indeed—retorted with a grin. But it didn't elude Galania that the joke had hit the guy harder than he was letting on. The Zeltron felt sorry for her new acquaintance and reacted instinctively. She clipped the batons to her belt and stepped back, leaning her back against the container and crossing her arms. The smirk grew even wider, and Lani was unaware that her body was already giving off the pheromones to smoothen the edges. If that "Crixy" thought he'd make her blush with his remark, he was sorely mistaken.

"What makes you think you know my type, Horny?" she replied melodiously and with a sweet smile, spiced with just a little friendly sarcasm. After a moment, she'd also add: "It's not the words that matter." Lani had to control herself and censor some things out of the last part so as not to make it subtle enough.

The Zeltron would enjoy the immediate aftermath of her quip, if it weren't for the loud thud on the side of the container. It made her jump and also blew away her "cool" attitude. The redhead that had landed on her back wore opaque goggles for some reason, and yet managed to recognize the two Padawans. "Why the kriff" about the former and "How in the kark" about the latter were Lani's unvoiced opinions on the matter. She also caught a strange fear emanating from the redhead for some reason, and couldn't but wonder why.

Meanwhile, it was getting crowdier and crowdier. A seemingly lost Twi'lek approached asking for directions, and Lani just nodded in affirmation. Is it the pheromones? They never attract so ma...

"Master Tallis! You're alright!"​

MASTER Tallis? Suddenly, the Zeltron focused on on the new arrival and her alone. Lani's body turned towards the Togruta instinctively, only one thought in mind. She didn't care for an apology. For anything really. "What did you just say?" the question escaped Lani's lungs faster than she could think it. Surprise, hope, and desperation were mixed in it in equal measures. "Do you know Nykoria?!"

Somehow, she was in front of the Togruta now. Before Dasi could reply to the first batch of questions, another followed. "Wh... Where did you get those?" the Zeltron pointed her hand in the direction of one of the sabers hanging on Dasi's belt, her voice breaking mid-sentence. "Those are my sister's!" Even though Galania had only seen the hilts years ago on Coruscant, there could be no mistake. She just knew the sabers were Kori's.

The poiting finger turned into a grabbing gesture, but the Zeltron didn't dare to touch the stranger just yet. Dasi would feel the warmth of Nykoria's crystals on her belt, responding to the gathering Jedi, and to the relative of the saber's last wielder. The hilt that Lani pointed at vibrated slightly...

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drast would laugh at Lani's remark "Yeah, I'm trying that now. Disappear on my current Master. She trusts me enough to come back though." And that laugh would only seem to grow at Crix's expense, finger wiping at his eye. "Normally you gotta pay double for that kind of entertainment. She does g-have a point, actions might be a little more impor-THUD." his hand moved to the hilt of his blade as the container moved.

Drast would look down at the familiar red-head. Curses. He didn't do his ritual with her so now he'd never remember her name. "Yes. We are back." he said with a curt nod. Kriff, he couldn't even remember her rank.

Then came another voice. And another. Holy kriff, they were literally just coming out the woodwork. He may have been a well-traveled Padawan, but he had -zero- idea about Zeltrons and their pheromones, nor would he ever know if they were in use. All he knew is that people, new people were just forming out of mid air. How in the world would he remember all these names?!

Drast would look at Xiann, she looked familiar-ish, but he felt that way about everyone here. He'd even squint to see if he missed some minor detail that would give away her identity. Nope. Nothing. "Yes, this is one of many such building types scattered around Yavin, but uhh.. who's your boss?" his hand would drift from the hilt of his blade.

And that's when Galania just started reaching for a Togrutan's sabers, though at this point the familial connection came running at him like a lubed up big man running at the police. "Oh. Uh.. Hey, Galania, maybe we don't reach for swords that cut through bodies like butter, yeah?" he was using his most diplomatic tone possible, kriff, even when she wasn't around Master Sati was rubbing off on him.

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[Crix Aran]

Crix knew well enough that Drastus wasn't going to take offence - he'd probably make a remark about a fence being too much to carry for such a little comment. The guy was fun like that so Crix didn't even slow down as he came closer, patting his droid on the head as he came closer.

"You and Willa? Force have mercy - we're all gonna die if you two hit it off." he joked back, turning to the Zeltron with a smirk and another wink, "See? You know me so well already."

People tended to balk when he rolled with their sexual jokes - especially Jedi types. Some of them were more liberated but not all of them. He tried to hide a laugh a little bit at her second remark and managed to successfully avoid making a joke out of it.

He was trying to be nice upon first meeting after all... then he got distracted by the red-head from Corellia showing up in a rather violent kind of way. Crix tilted his head to one side slightly before answering her.

"Heya Knight... Heran? Right?" he grinned, "Escaping from Corellia is something of a pastime for me."

He'd done it so wearily often it felt like.

He left the confusion about two different Zeltrons unfolded without him because he was NOT pink enough to comment on how rude it was to just assume that 'Galania' was this 'Tallis' person. Felt kinda racist and he wanted none of that. Though he did recognize the Twi'lek, pointing to her with a grin.

"See you managed to escape Corellia too! Welcome to the party!"

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[Dasi Vemm]

Sister? Master Tallis had a sister? Her mind was still trying to process the fact that the case of mistaken identity had turned out to be a sibling when new Tallis attempted to reach for one of the lightsabers sitting on Dasi's belt. "Woah! Please don't touch the lightsabers." Dasi was already moving to stop the attempt, one hand shooting to stop the grab attempt and the other resting on one of the other hilts on her belt. "They're dangerous." She "eyed" the stranger warily as they stopped reaching and let out a breath. Lightsaber hand relaxed back to Dasi's side now.

"They were Master Tallis's." Dasi shuddered at the next part, she wished she could have done better to save Master Tallis. Instead of being at her side Dasi had been wandering around a ship abandoning her duty. It was her fault Master Tallis had been captured. "She was captured by pirates. I'm sorry... it was my fault." The Togruta looked downward, dejectedly. Her hand went to the lightsaber that Lani had pointed at, before unclipping it and raising it towards the Zeltron. "I promise. I will find her though. No matter what." She gestured for the Zeltron to grab the lightsaber. "I swear on these I will return them to her personally. I won't rest until I find her."

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[Lani Tallis]

For a moment, the world around Galania stopped existing. She had come to Yavin-4 in large part to learn about Nykoria's fate. Whether she was dead or alive. How it all went down. And now Lani stood in front of the person who could shed some light on it. Of course, she wouldn't dare to touch the lightsabers on Dasi's belt without her permission. But the desire was there.

Drast too made a remark about the dangers of the weapon, and Lani just shot him one of her "Not now; I know what I'm doing" sideways glances. Did he and that Togruta take her for a baby? The sabers were Lani's sister's—of course Kori had shown them to her years before. Under supervision, one of the two hilts, training mode only, and where nobody else could see them.

Galania never forgot what it felt like to hear the hum of the blade for the first time. As if something inside it sang a tune to her. When Lani had told Kori about that, the older Zeltron looked concerned. Later, Kori would show her little sister the inner workings of the blade and explained that the hum was just the power cell running its energy through the crystal. But now, as the Togruta finally let Galania touch the hilt, the young Zeltron would catch herself hearing the very same tune. With the saber being off. But that was a thought for later.

Like the stranger in front of her, Lani looked downward for a while, living through the same guilt. A part of her wanted to blame the Togruta, but she just couldn't. Not after experiencing the pain Dasi was going through. Lani didn't know how exactly things happened, but she knew that the Togruta would tell her. Later. Away from prying eyes and ears. For now, Lani's left hand slowly landed on the hilt, far away from any switches. Shortly afterwards, her right palm would land softly on the Togruta's left shoulder.

"That's so Kori of you," Galania commented quietly and with a sad smile, fighting off the tears and the lump building up in her throat. She remembered seeing Nykoria for the last time on Coruscant. After her failures on Sullust and Ajan Kloss. The sense of failure that the Togruta was living through pretty much mirrored what Galania had caught in her older sister back then. Perhaps that is why she couldn't blame the Jedi for what happened?

Despite the emotional hurricane which made the moment last like eternity, to an outside observer it only lasted for a few more seconds. "May I..." her voice suddenly coarse, Lani had to clear her throat before continuing. "May I... Keep one of them? It belongs in the family, and..." She paused for a while before looking the Togruta in the eye, only now noticing that she is blind. "We'll have more chances to return them to her, if each of us carries one." For now, Lani's hand was still on the hilt, but the decision lied with the Togruta and her alone.

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drast also had a thought or two about the whole "Pinkception" bit. Clearly both Lani and her sister looked different. And even then, that's when he realized that Kori was gone and his shoulders slumped. He had spent so much time away from Yavin that he missed any news and this was a blow to him.

He'd glance at Crix "Hey, if it's not a riot, does it even count?" he asked with a smirk before his gaze shifted back to Lani. He now felt like he was intruding on some sort of secret reunion and would take a step back, allowing the girls to settle it themselves.

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[Xiann]

Xiann moved her hand away from her blaster as the group seemed to be friendly. Weird, but friendly. She loosened up and smiled at Drastus, “Oh right, yeah. My boss is Oorrl Fonwim. He’s one of those Jedi Knights. Like her.” She pointed at Hera, still grinning on the floor. “Well, maybe not entirely like her.” Then Crix spoke up, “Yes, I’m new to the whole escaping planets gig, but I am enjoying it so far.” She grinned slightly before her attention was snapped around by Drastus mentioning cutting through bodies.

The Twi'lek spun to look at what he was talking about, instinctively popping the hold on her blaster readying to fire. Those paying enough attention would notice Rusty by the gate raise his blaster rifle too. She didn’t know if she was more surprised or horrified by the sight of one person reaching for another’s weapons. “Yes, let’s not anger the person with light swords.”

However instead of a fight the pair had seemed to have a tender bonding moment instead. Xiann replaced the hold on her blaster and a moment later Rusty returned to his previous stance too. She turned to Drastus and Crix again, “What did I just watch? Is it just her that’s insane? Or do you all do that sort of thing?”

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[Dasi Vemm]

Dasi pulled the lightsaber away from the young Zeltron, steeling herself for a potential outburst. "I... I can't. You're not ready." Dasi returned the lightsaber to her belt, clipping it once again to its spot. "These aren't like a blaster... or... or... a swoop bike. They're not a weapon, but the symbol of a Jedi. They represent our control over ourselves, and our mastery of the force." The young Togruta looked up into the air and sighed. She didn't want to just take it away from the young Zeltron, so she came up with a solution.

Dasi stepped away from the group walking until she was nearly twenty paces away from Lani. She sat down crossing her legs and held a hand outstretched, one of Kori's lightsabers sitting in her palm. "Sit down." She would wait until the young Zeltron sat before starting again. "Prove you can control yourself and your emotions. Take the blade from my hand without moving from that spot." Dasi relaxed, taking a deep breath as she let the force flow through her. She would watch how the young Zeltron reacted. She wasn't sure exactly how competent Lani was, but either way it would be entirely up to Lani to prove she was ready.

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[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera stayed on the ground, quietly listening to the conversations going on around her. There seemed to be more than just surface level, teenage flirting going on here. The Zeltron and the Togruta had a history without having met before this moment, and it broke Hera's heart to hear. From what it sounded like, the Zeltron's older sister had been a Jedi along with the Togruta, and the pair of them had gotten into some sort of trouble that left the older Jedi missing-or dead.

The red head intended to continue lying quietly, allowing their bonding to occur and only moving to intercept if emotions got out of control. However, a remark the Togruta said struck a nasty cord in Hera. Suddenly, the Arkanian Knight popped up one of her hands to the sky and pulled hard on the lightsaber sitting in the palm of Dasi's hand. Unless Dasi's reflexes already surpassed that of a Jedi Knight, she would find the blade's hilt snapping into Hera's hand.

Standing, Hera spoke. Her normally cheery demeanor replaced with a somber and sincere tone. It was a rare moment, and one not to be taken lightly.

"Absolutely not. Am I seeing before me two Padawans needed to prove one another to be calm before swearing to embark on a mission based purely in emotion?" Turning to Lani first, she spoke, "Your sister may not even be alive, and if she is, she may no longer exist in the capacity you have known her. You must accept this before embarking, otherwise you may not like the person you become by the end of it. Emotion, yet peace. Don't let your sadness rule you."

Turning to Dasi, she instructed her directly, "You are no master, your own emotions run amok and carry you along like a leaf in the wind. You must learn to calm yourself before attempting to teach one another. If you wish to gift this padawan her sister's lightsaber, your master's blade, then do so as a gift. Do not hold it out like a prize to be won. Although it may only be a physical item, it holds significance to her and you that you clearly recognize. Choose to give, or choose to not, out of the kindness or selfishness of your own heart."

At that, she would toss the hilt once more back to Dasi. Hera had no intention of keeping it, but she now wanted to see what Dasi would do in response. Whether or not anything Hera had said had gotten through or not.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Through the Force came the sense of a distant and nostalgic breeze, carrying with it the light of life, the scent of wildflowers in spring and fallen leaves in autumn. As Hera tossed the lightsaber hilt back toward Dasi it was caught up in the undercurrents, as powerful as they were gentle, and smoothly diverted from its path a foot from her hand. It curved out and away from the three Jedi toward a man approaching from the temple. He was garbed simply, black trousers and boots and a cloudy gray, high collared tunic, sleeves rolled to the elbow and excess fabric tucked into a leather obi.

Hannibal's left hand turned up to gently catch the lightsaber, the colourful tattoos across his arm, matched in concept on the other and streaked through with the fractal scars of the Eternal's lightning, standing in stark contrast to the otherwise plain shades. He walked toward the group, holding up the hilt to examine it with an expression of mild curiosity mixed with his usual little smirk. The young Jedi stepped before the three others, green eyes looking over them.

"Either Kori's lookin' a lot bluer than I remember or there's some tale behind why you have these and she doesn't," he said, casually indicating the other in Dasi's possession. "Any chance I could get some context?" Last he'd seen of the Zeltron Jedi- other than the rather familiar looking one standing in the group, of course- she'd still been working on the corvette. It's not like she tended to check in, but somehow Hannibal doubted she'd sent her lightsabers off with someone else.

"Oh, and while I'm at it. A lightsaber is a symbol, yeah, but it's also a weapon. Thinking otherwise is a good way to forget the weight of wielding one."

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[Lani Tallis]

Galania had forgotten one word. One word that she meant to say to Dasi, but somehow didn't. The word was "Please". Perhaps, if she had said that one word, it could've turned the tide. But as it turned out, the Togruta pulled the saber back, and Lani's hand let go of her shoulder at the same time. She didn't even apologize for her choice either—so maybe the lack of "please" was appropriate. Instead, the blind Jedi offered philosophy. Yes, the weapon was a symbol of a Jedi. "Nykoria Tallis. My karkin' sister." Did they take the whole "attachment" thing so far that they forgot about what it meant to a non-Jedi or a newly-inducted one?

Emotions swirled, Lani's cheeks and ears were burning, and she was lost for words as the Togruta tried to school her or something. Dumbfounded, Lani didn't act even when the goggle redhead interfered, all but ripping the hilt from the Togruta. She could sense that the topic was somehow touchy for that Jedi. She offered words of advice to the Zeltron and the Togruta both.

With some points Lani agreed, with others she did not. She didn't want to embark on the mission just yet. It would've been foolish. But if Lani had accepted that Kori was dead, would she have even come to Yavin? A large chunk of her motivation would have been gone, replaced with the less urgent "following in Kori's footsteps"... Probably against her wishes even. Treating Kori as dead would've meant admitting defeat. And why the pointless struggle then? She did wonder what the redhead meant by "exist in the capacity you have known her". But before Lani could ask more, the redhead addressed Dasi.

As for remarks directed at the Togruta, they were... On point. Nothing more, nothing less. Lani was even about to ask if the redhead would choose to give her the lightsaber... But she tossed it to the Togruta again, only for it to change direction mid-air. Were all the Jedi that insensitive, or did they just like that "womp-rat in the middle" game, throwing Kori's prized possession around Lani like that?!

The tall Jedi who approached didn't stand out too much in the colorful bunch of individuals that has already gathered in the courtyard. Still, there was something different about him, even though the young Zeltron couldn't quite put it. He asked for context, and Galania was more than happy to provide it: "Nykoria disappeared somewhere around Fondor." Lani glanced sideways at the blind Togruta. "Pirate attack on the Starblazer, the yacht belonging to a Phyllis Vasser, if that name rings any bells." At that point, she was putting together what she'd heard on the news and from Dasi; which was little so far. "My name is Galania... Tallis." She blurted out after a short while. Surely he could figure out the rest.

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drast would hold out a hand to steady Xiann "Have ya seen the pajamas these guys wear? Of course they're crazy." he said to Xiann with a grin. "Do not let them give you the algae ones, yeah?"

That's when Lightsaber: The Karkening happened. He watched as the sabers switched hands many times, it was like some kind of sick game. Despite Dasi being the Padawan, he felt like the sabers belonged with Lani. But perhaps that stemmed from his own regret and being unable to recover his Masters sabers on Kloss. He then felt like the sudden arrival of Knights and Masters were taking things far too philosophically. A girl just wanted her sisters belongings. Speaking of, it was Knight Harem? Heran? Hera? Couldn't be the first, that wasn't a decent name. But then, who was this new guy? The face looked -almost- familiar but the name was way lost.

And when Galania spoke again, he'd take a few steps closer, mindful of what she was saying and logging it away for later use. He was far enough to not be wholly involved, but close enough if any of that Drasty diplomacy was needed.