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Post by Phoenix on Mar 24, 2006 15:41:13 GMT -5
Kalo turned to his old master, a slight grin spread across his alien face as Riko cracked a joke which he also had been considering for a while.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=Black,left,300]I think it will suffice, the weather on the other hand will take a while to get used to but we can all adapt for the future of the Order. However, more pressing issues such as Larkos and Darth Sestarn worry me, they are both still out there and are very dangerous indeed. Nevertheless it is important that we start the full reconstruction of this temple and make it inhabitable for everyone. The Republic has agreed to the funding of our new home, so my old friend for now let us be at peace and train in the Jedi arts as we used to all those years ago. Oh, and before I forget I also have not heard of Master Tiin for a while, therefore during his absense I believe it neccesary that we group together the last remaining council members and decide on a temporary Grand Master...[/shadow][/glow]
Suddenly a startling voice boomed outside and his attention was drawn to the man outside on the snow plains with his hands up. From what Kalo observed he deciphered that the man was clad in green mandalorian armour and seemed to be unarmed even though he was fully equiped. Kalo searched the man's feelings and felt that he meant no harm, he turned and nodded to Riko and made his way outside.
The blizzard outside was immense but nevertheless Kalo strode through the thick snow leaving a trail behind him resembling that of a snail. With his hand raised above his brow to block the snow flakes blinding his big black eyes he approached the man. With his other hand he signaled that he wished to talk, over the blistering wind he beckoned.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]We come in peace, our only desire is to inhabit the temple once reconstructed, do you wish to state your buisness?![/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Halcyon on Mar 24, 2006 15:53:24 GMT -5
An X-wing dropped into the atmosphere and slowly changed it's trajectory towards the temple. Roth smiled, he was happy to be at the controls of his X-wing again. When he had sent Arf to ready a fighter, the droid instead of heading to the temple to get one of the Interceptors, he had managed to locate his X-wing, which had been on board the Guardian. Everything on board was in pristine condition showing that the techies had known what they were doing.
The part that made the smile disappear was flying into a blizzard.
Roth hated snow. He didn't know why, but he just had some sort of pathological hatred for snow. Corellia, especially the part he grew up in, was a warm planet. Beyond being at the poles or on top of a mountain, the average Corellian rarely encountered snow. The fact that being in a blizzard only helped to limit visibility, just made the feeling worse.
The temple was covered in a massive layer of ice, but he himself could just make in opening. He circled around it twice before deciding where the hangar bay was. He pointed his ship at it and placed the lasers onto stutter fire, the lowest intensity available, and began burning a hole through it. He waited for it to cool before he began flying inside.
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Post by SushiKnight on Mar 25, 2006 11:13:50 GMT -5
A'den smiled underneath his faceplate.
[glow=orange,2,300]I am the Mand'alor. I have no business with you to say, Jedi. My people and I have established a camp on the other side of this continent, I was just dropping by to... check out the new neighbours, as it were.
Rhen Vhar is fairly remote, so I think you can understand my surprise when the Jedi suddenly express intrest in it.
I'm just glad that your intrest isn't in me.
But where are my manners? It's a long trip from Coruscant. You must be hungry. I don't have much on me but uj cake and tihan, but it'll do in a pinch. [/glow]
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 25, 2006 15:36:59 GMT -5
Kalo listened to the man supposedly a madolrian speak under his plate helmet, his voice muffled slightly due to the snow blizzard but from what Kalo could make out, he was a man of peace and discipline. He mentioned that he had set up a Mandolrian camp some part from here, he was interested in it's location for future reference. If it came that they needed help then the closest group of warriors would be them, he would rather be allies then enemies, the jedi needed as many as they could get for the future he sensed was dark and there was still evil out there. So when the Mandolrian offered nourishment, he pounced upon the opportunity to socialise with them.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]We are honoured that after our bloody history as enemies we can finally become friends over a quiet meal together. I must notify my bretherin, wait a moment[/shadow] [/glow]
Kalo reached down for his comm, channeled in to the frequency being used by the others and transmitted.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Could everybody please meet me outside the temple, we have company[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by AG on Mar 25, 2006 18:35:31 GMT -5
Riko was glad to hear that Kalo, at least, wasn't against the idea of establishing their new residence here. As for Larkos and Sestarn, Riko had to silently agree. He had been thinking those exact thought only moments before, when he had left the Jedi transport to nter the temple. However, Riko wouldn't delve any further into the subject, having come to the conclusion that thinking too much about it would not take him anywhere. Of course, he would have to do something about it, and thinking would not be enough. The legendary Master wasn't worried about the reconstruction either. The temple was well kept inside. It was the outside that was broken, and the Republic would be very helpful in their transfer. For that, Riko was also greatful.
Shortly after the Nautolan finished speaking, a call came from outside the temple. That in itself was interesting. Riko hadn't encountered anyone besides Thia when he had been here last. Either they had arrived after Riko had explored the temple or there were too few with him to attract much attention for anyone else who lived on this snowball of a planet before they arrived. Kalo left the council room to meet with these visitors, leaving Riko behind to meditate on these thoughts. It was good. Now that they had come here, their fights, and Riko was absolutely sure there would be more battles to fight in the near future, would not inflict damage on the innocent bystanders.
[glow=white,2,000]That might be good for them, but it may not be good for the Jedi Order and those who would train.[/glow] That voice again. Riko had heard it just before entering, but it sounded more firm, stronger, clearer. Now, Riko could understand the voice.
[glow=blue,2,000]Moroku[/glow] [glow=white,2,000]Larkos knows where the temple is. That is one of the main reasons I believe that while it may benefit those who do not want to be involved, we have left ourselves open to him. Secondly, I would have preferred a place with more life.[/glow] [glow=blue,2,000]Life?[/glow] [glow=white,2,000]Life creates the Force. A planet with a greater amount of life would have been more beneficial for training and study of the Force, for it would flow stronger where there is more life. I find none of that here. In that instance, Yavin IV would have made a better place. That is why Luke Skywalker had chosen that as the location for his Jedi Academy. Here, we are too isolated, even from the Force itself, I'm afraid.[/glow] Riko could see the logic in this. It made sense to him, and that might have been another factor in Larkos's turn. The life of Haruun Kal was steeped in the darkness. The violent, tribal spirits of the Korunnai, the sadistic nature of the Balawai.
[glow=blue,2,000]I have failed Larkos. I cannot stop feeling guilty for his fall.[/glow] [glow=white,2,000]That is why I never agreed with taking the offensive tactic against Lorthias. He was trained to weild the Dark Side, and so was everyone else who trained under you as well as Caleb and Kross. This is the price we pay for it. I think it is time for you to undertake a new training, the same training Yoda offered me.[/glow] [glow=blue,2,000]Training?[/glow] [glow=white,2,000]For all these years, you have devoted yourself to the duty and the protection of others, determined to live through the fighting and carry out your task. Thus is the nature of Vaapad. The blind determination that would drive one to passion, the sort that would drive one to using all the power neccessary to stop evil, the sort that would drive one to use the Dark Side. Remember, Riko. There is no passion, there is serenity. That is why you failed Larkos. You encouraged him to use the power he was meant to use the least.[/glow] For the first time in many years, Riko felt the same he had felt when he was young, he felt as though he were once again a student, and saw Moroku as his master, saw him as the old master who had died in his very arms. The words had stung him, like the reproachful words of a mentor lecturing his student on the wrongs he had done. Riko would learn from those wrongs now. He would train.
[glow=blue,2,000]Yes. Thank you, Master Taiemo. You were a greater Jedi than any of us could have expected. Now I see the mistake I have made, the mistake we all made. We all failed Larkos, and I most of all.[/glow] The voice was no longer there, but Riko knew he had heard. Moroku was a permanent part of the Force, and the Force knew all. The Force was inside Riko, it could read him like an open book. He had no doubt Moroku was doing that right now, and found no hint of a lie in Riko's words.
Riko's comm suddenly beeped as he heard his former student's words coming through, telling them to meet the visitors. He sounded calm and relaxed, and Riko knew, then, that there was no trouble, and that these guests were hospitable. Without a second thought, Riko went to meet with the new guests, standing beside the Nautolan master.
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Post by SushiKnight on Mar 25, 2006 23:00:29 GMT -5
A'den smiled. He would have to be careful around these Jetiise. They could peer into your thoughts if you were not careful with them.
[glow=orange,2,300]Good. My ship isn't far from here. It'll be quicker to take that then walking. Shev! Run back to the Ramsir and start it up. Tell Exjay we'll be having company tonight.[/glow]
The mando'ad smiled again under his helmet. He wondered what the Jedi would think when he took off his helmet to eat.
[glow=orange,2,300]My son's gone back to start my ship. It'll be ready for take off by the time we arrive. So, tell me, Master Jedi, how many of your Order do you expect to come here? Far too many of them must be used to the plush comforts of Coruscant by now.
I wonder how well they will adjust to the harsh winters of Rhen Vhar?[/glow]
He laughed, a little meanly, then.
[glow=orange,2,300]It is, after all, the hight of summer right now.[/glow]
He nodded his head in Riko's direction as the other Jedi approached, then turned around and started off into the snow again, heading towards the treeline and his ship.
[glow=orange,2,300]Come on! It's not far![/glow]
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Post by AG on Mar 26, 2006 10:30:45 GMT -5
Clad in their armor and now able to take a closer look at the visitor that Kalo had come to meet, Riko recognized the make of their armor quickly, having seen it in Jedi holochrons and other historical documents. These were mandalorians, or a group closely affiliated with them. Whatever the answer may be, Riko knew they could hold their own in a fight, and he would rather be friends with them, allies, rather than having to fight them. Mandalorians had been defeated by the edi once before, but that was during a time when the Jedi were at their prime. Now, when the Jedi were still licking their wounds like a cat who had just barely escaped from a pitbull, Riko doubted the Jedi would be able to fight again after such short a time. He was therefore more than happy to reply to the warrior.
[glow=blue,2,000]Our life does not revolve around comfort. We train our entire lives to learn the ways of the Force and to be one with it. We don't care about comfort. Our only focus is to train, protect the weak and rid the galaxy of darkness by fighting it.[/glow] Riko was completely honest. This is a simplistic view of what the legendary Master believed was the Force and the way of the Jedi. He wasn't completely sure whether the visito would understand, but he'd put it as simple as possible. After all, from what he had learned from his personal experiences, the Force was too large and too powerful to ever be fully understood. Not even the Jedi would ever be able to be completely certain of what the Force was. With that, Riko answered his question.
[glow=blue,2,000]The entire Order will come here. I would expect only about two thousand more to arrive. Those are the only few left about the Galaxy. There were thousands more at one time, before the war. We have come here to rebuild, far from other eyes, lest those be bystanders or enemies. After that, we might move to a new location. I could ask the same to you. What brings you all the way out here?[/glow]
When the mandalorian gestured them to follow, Riko bowed curtly and took heed of his advice. These people seemed much more familiar to the planet than the newly arrived Jedi.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 26, 2006 12:09:30 GMT -5
Kalo listened to Riko's reply, it was true their lives didn't evolve around luxury, Kalo only had had the luxury of a nice bed and beyond that everything else had been painful and damaging. He stroked the scar upon his chest, he could still feel the molten hot blade that had seared right through his skin when he had fought against that unknown ninjaii. The mandalorian had began his way back to his ship, Kalo meerly followed through the snow alongside Riko and the others.
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Post by SushiKnight on Mar 26, 2006 14:50:45 GMT -5
A'den listened to Riko's words.
As they walked towards the Ramsir he continued to talk.
[glow=orange,2,300]Then perhaps our two peoples are not so different. Mandalorians also adopt young children and train them in our ways, which are disciplined and tough. We disregard gender and species as well. The only things that make a Mandalorian mando are adherance to the Resol'nare. - The "Six Acts" might be a good translation into basic.
Wearing armour - our beskar'gam, speaking Mando'a, defneding ourselves and our families, raising our sons and daughters as Mandalorians, contributing to our clan's welfare and following the Mand'alor into battle when he calls.
These are the tenants of our life.
As for why we mando are out here? Funnily enough it is the same reason as you, Jetiise. For many long years now the clans have been scattered, directionless, without a leader. They have degenerated into common thugs. They've lost their way... they have become darmanda. By coming here, and calling all the clans to me, I hope to bring honor once more to my people.[/glow]
A shape started to appear out of the blowing snow.
[glow=orange,2,300]Ah! We're here.[/glow]
The Ramsir appeared out of the blowing snow suddenly, it's engines glowing a soft orange-red, the snow melting and hissing against the hot metal.
Shev stood in the hatch, a wary smile on his young face.
[glow=orange,2,300]This is my son, Shev. I found him wandering alone and nearly starved when I set up my camp. He hasn't spoken a word since I found him, though my droid, Exjay says there's nothing medically wrong with him.
I suspect there was a great trauma in his life that caused it. Shev, these are Jedi Masters... [/glow]
The Mandalore suddenly turns to the two Jedi following him.
[glow=orange,2,300]I'm sorry, Master Jedi. I forgot to ask your names.[/glow]
That he'd already identified both of them byy the benifit of his near-edictic memory was irrelivant. It served his purpose to play ignorant for now.
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Post by AG on Mar 26, 2006 17:01:25 GMT -5
Riko wasn't all so surprised to know that this man was the leader of his group of people, nor was he surprised to know that he was indeed a Mandalorian. He gladly listened to what the other had to say, and found that he had to respect him. Learning about the Mandalorians from what he told him, Riko found that in fact, they were not so different after all. Everyone was equal to their eyes, just as everyone was even to the eyes of the Force. This could be figured by the fact that all species were allowed to become a Mandalorian. It was much the same for the Jedi. They follow the Mondalore just as the Jedi follow the Force, they tend to their family and welfare just as the Jedi tend to the galaxy.
Riko could hardly imagine how difficult life would be for a Mandalorian without its leader. Not even Riko knew what he would be without its guidence. He imagined he would be blind to his surroundings, deaf and muted. It was hard to hear that many of his warriors had become what they had become. The more he spoke, the more the Jedi Master believed the two would go along with each other well, and he smiled as they walked toward the man's ship, arriving to find another one of his warriors, dressed much like himself, but was of a slightly smaller stature and moved more energetically, a good sign of youth. Sure, Riko was also very young for a human, but he would have been much older had he not died before. The man spoke of Shev and how he had found him. Perhaps the Force would help to cure him, but that would wait for later. At this moment, Riko merely wanted to follow his lead.
[glow=blue,2,000]We will aid him if he requires it. The Force binds us all together, and it will not be very difficult to help him if we can look into him as the Force does.[/glow] As they entered the ship, he was asked to introduce himself. How careless of him. Riko laughed silently to himself at his own forgetfulness, and didn't bother to answer.
[glow=blue,2,000]I am Riko Fultyre, and this is one of my former students, Kalo Darken.[/glow] He gestured to Kalo.
[glow=blue,2,000]More will come, and we would be honored if we could all come together one day.[/glow]
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Post by SushiKnight on Mar 26, 2006 17:31:57 GMT -5
OOC: Shev's not in beskar'gam... he's not old enough yet. Slightly older than Boba was at the time of Episode II - about eleven. He's wearing standard white and grey arctic clothing/camo
A'den didn't know quite what to say to the Jedi's offer of "coming together", so he let it slide.
[glow=orange,2,300]Well, Master Fultyre, Master Darken, welcome to Rhen Var.[/glow]
He turned to Shev.
[glow=orange,2,300]Shev'ika, pilot us back to the camp.[/glow]
The ship took off under the young mando's expert control, heading towards the Mandalorian camp.
A'den, still keeping his helmet on for now, turned back to the two Jedi Masters.
[glow=orange,2,300]I hear you all are Generals in the Republic's army. How do you feel about leading an army of slaves?[/glow]
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 27, 2006 13:27:07 GMT -5
Kalo sat and contemplated as he peered outside the window of the magnificent craft although a bit shabby, the engines combined with the young pilot's skills proved remarkable as they floated softly through the icy winds of Rhen Var. Kalo pondered perhaps this new planet would take too long to adjust to but then he thought about all the jedi still out there. Then it struck him, perhaps they could just use Rhen Var as a jedi sanctuary plus the fact that Larkos knew their location it would just be pointless and they had little time. Kalo began making preparations whilst they flew on, firstly they would have to donate chambers to the jedi who were with them and secondly the council members would have to hold a meeting but so far there had been no sign of Caleb or any other jedi for that matter, only he and Riko were the only council members here, it troubled Kalo but he his stream of thoughts were interupted by Mand'alore's sudden question. At first Kalo was not sure how to answer, of course the clones had been created to serve the Republic, fight and die for it, no question asked but never had he seen them as slaves.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]They are not slaves, they are highly respectable professional warriors, just like us. We all slave under the Republic, that's what keeps it going, we all work for the benefit of the Galaxy, fight for it and need be die for it.[/shadow] [/glow]
Once he had finished he resumed his form of concentration, he was very much troubled about the jedi, Larkos and Darth Sestarn and even now he could sense something was wrong in the Galaxy, where he could not pinpoint, someone was covering their tracks and that just worried him even more.
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Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Mar 27, 2006 16:13:17 GMT -5
((*** ENTER SANA ***))
IC: A very familiar White and silver striped Starfighter made it's way through the Rhen Var atmosphere as the Jedi Archivist, Sanariel Blueskies, made his way to rendevouz with his fellow Jedi.
[glow=White,2,300]Bleep, Bleep, Bleh-Bloop[/glow]
The Jedi listened to his R4 unit and really didn't know what to think. He knew, as much as he knew anything, that Moroku Taiemo--his former Master and dear friend--was dead. But, even still Sana felt as though he was not gone from this realm. The Jedi had realized, through memories, the sacrifice Balagare had made to restore himself and many, many innocent civilians to their physical bodies and was very grateful for this gift of life, he would cherish it always.
But, the Master wondered if the Fox's "going away present" of insane Force Sensitivty and Connection had made Sana jumpy and illogical at the internal level. There was no way Moroku could still... be. Had he been given some powerful connection to the other side? No... not even Balagare could have managed a trick like that. This was real and somehow living... Sana would speak of this to his fellow Jedi Masters in due time. For now, there was the new Era of Peace the Republic had fought and worked so hard to earn. The Scholar hoped it would last a million years. Peace was so beautiful to the taste.
The Jedi hopped from his landing craft and made his way to his party: Kalo, Riko,and a man he immediately (through study) recognized as a Mandalorian.
This... might be trouble.
The Jedi thought realistically. He approached with ease and all manner he had managed to accustom himself to in his studies of the Mando culture. Showing the grace and Diplomacy that had made him a famous Jedi long before any battle, Blueskies joined his group.
[shadow=gold,left,300][glow=Blue,2,300]Kalo, Riko, alor. Thank you for your offer alor, we accept with all gratefulness. Ni'jetii tay'haai.[/glow] [/shadow]
Sana thought to his companions: My brothers, I know I need not tell you this but we must tread lightly. As they say: 'Mando'ad draar digu' -- "A Mandolorian never forgets".
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 28, 2006 15:11:35 GMT -5
OOC: Hey nice to hear from you Sana but we're already on a ship, I'll just pretend that you're on the ship already.
Kalo peered out the window and spotted a silver striped starfighter landing nearby, he drew closer to the window and focused on the starship. It was definitely a jedi fighter and by the looks of the design it belonged to one person only, Sana. Kalo jumped out of his seat and indicated to the boy to land near to the landed craft. The boy did so very skillfully and soon they lowered the ship as well as the ramp, Kalo moved down it and greeted Sana.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]It is good to see you Sana, would you care to join us for a meal with our hosts?[/shadow][/glow]
Sana then echoed a message through the force as not for the mandalorians to hear, it read something he too was suspicious of but like everyone else Kalo always gave people the benefit of the doubt until he could fully read their intentions. For now they would aim to become allies but if their intentions were harmful then it could turn out that perhaps they would have to act against them. He dearly hoped that that would not be the scenario, it was the least that the jedi wanted now.
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Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Mar 28, 2006 17:46:39 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, that works good for me.
IC: The Archivist bowed again to his hosts and, as quickly as he could without seeming rude, made for a seat and prepared to dine. In all honesty he had not eaten for a day and a half, since before the Lorthias battle, and had grown more hungry than he had ever been as a growing boy. The now 22 year old Jedi Master took the time to relax and let go. He would think on Moroku, Lorthias, and all the past happenstances that plagued his mind after this meal. He wasn't too sure about Mandolorian cuisine. He had felt a slightly bad omen about it when he once, as a youngster studying under Naboo's Royal Scholars, had asked Master Gimledauf about Mando cultural foods, the aged man laughed in what the young Sanariel could only recall as the most foreboding laugh in the history of the Republic. He spat something out along the lines of "Just hope you have a tough stomach Young Sanariel."
Gimledauf had given him similar advice when the much younger Master Youinar had once dressed up bantha fodder as a sort of Tatooinian delicacy and had tricked the then 10 year old boy into eating it. Sana fell asleep over the toilet in their quarters that night; not the greatest anecdote from the life of a Jedi Master, but one of Blueskies' more treasured ones. He smirked as he thought of the clever ways he had developed, and still intended to use on Youinar. He really should visit Naboo soon, there was much that needed fixing back there.
Back Home.
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Post by SushiKnight on Mar 28, 2006 18:37:59 GMT -5
(Sana: we haven't sat down yet. Still traveling to the camp.) A'den merely laughed in Riko's face. [glow=orange,2,300]Of course they're superb warriors! They're Mandalorian. Or could be. They have the genes of Jango Fett... but not his history, his cultre... but that's an argument for another time. Of course they're highly valued! They work for free, have no vote, no say in government. Merely follow orders and die. There is no shame in death - it is not having a CHOICE about it that is shameful. [/glow] Shev piloted them in for a landing at the camp. In the weeks since A'den had posted his messages across the galaxy, fewer than ten Mando had heeded his call... but it was enough. It was a start. [glow=orange,2,300]Forgive my outburst... your army of clones is a... sensitive subject... for me. Please, come, dine with me in my tent. Most of the others are out on patrol right now. Some big game hunter thought it would be a good idea to introduce wampas to the invironment. They hassle our permiter, searching for food - mostly from our livestock herd, but the creatures don't mind taking mando'ade if they can manage it.[/glow] He opened the hatch and gestured the Jedi that they should disembark. (we should move this to the camp thread no ) *Move A'den, Sana, Kalo and Riko to the Mandalorian Camp*
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Post by Jenno on Mar 29, 2006 11:45:48 GMT -5
The battle on Coruscant had been fought at won, but at a great cost. Jenno, who had now rested slightly, was in the cockpit of his jedi starfighter, heading towards a planet that contained the ruins of a long lost jedi temple.
Jenno saw a cluster of ships, it seemed that most of the jedi had already arrived. He landed his ship and exited. Making his way towards the ruins, they seemed to be great condition for the weather they had to endure, and the amount of time they had been around.
Jenno's eyes we heavy, his cuts were almost completely healed. He was still hoping that there would not be anything else like it again. And he meditated for Ushii, hoping that he would find his way back to the true meaning of the light, as Kross had done.
As he entered the ruins he came across two jedi and, after speaking to them for a while, found out that Master Sana, Kalo and Riko had left with a mandalrian group to have a discussion. It looked as though Jenno would just have to wait for there return.
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Post by AG on Apr 1, 2006 13:06:13 GMT -5
Returning from the Mandalorian camp after recieving the distress call, Riko had decided it was time to regroup, calling a meeting with the few Council members that had arrived on Rhen Var. Now was the time to begin the healing process. Riko, Kalo and five others entered the Council Chamber. There were twelve seats here accordingly. The number of Council members had never changed before, and possibly never will. Riko took the seat that would have been next to Kento's, while Kalo sat next to Riko on his left. The others sat in their appropriate places. Looking to his right, he couldn't help but wonder where the Kiffar Jedi had gone to, but refrained himself to speak to those few who had arrived, considering it lucky that barely more than half of the councillors had presented themselves.
[glow=blue,2,000]As you may notice, some of these seats are empty. We know where most of the occupants of these seats are: on their way here. There is only one we do not know of, the most important one. Kento Tiin has been missing for far too long, long enough to assume that he is missing in action. I have tried feeling his presence in the Force but nothing has ever turned up. Therefore, the first thing we need to discuss is a new Grand Master. There is no time to waste as our service is already required elsewhere and we are sitting ducks as long as we stay on this planet, but I will come to that later. And so I ask you to please make your decision now.[/glow] He hadn't worded it as best as he could have, but the message had definitely gone through as the other members of the Council began to discuss among themselves, most of them nodding their heads in agreement. Clearly, they all agreed on one new master. Riko sat patiently like a dog awaiting his master's orders, not taking part in the discussions and allowing the others to decide, leaving the ultimate result to the will of the Force.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 1, 2006 14:17:43 GMT -5
Kalo entered alongside the other council members, he situated himself next to Riko where he had always been and once Riko had finished explaining the council's objective, all of the council members erupted into silent whispers amongst each other, Kalo included. Finally, the whispers died down and Kalo was elected to reveal the council's decision, with a loud and clear voice he spoke.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]This jeci council has decided that the title of Grand Master of the Jedi Order be placed on... Riko Fultyre[/shadow][/glow]
Before sitting down he went onto tend to the other problem that the jedi currently faced.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]As you all know Master Fulytre and former jedi padawan Larkos earlier visited this temple before our battle against the Dark Lords on Coruscant. Obviously, this presents us with a problem because as we all know the temple on Coruscant was demolished and therefore we were left with no option but to seek refuge here permanently. But due to Larkos' turn to the dark side and knowledge of the jedi's next step we must leave this planet quickly as he will simply crush us once he acquires his army. Therefore it becomes neccesary that we relocate our jedi temple to a different planet. I myself elect Yavin IV as our next possible jedi temple, unfortunately I now must leave for an important mission with my padawan. May the force be with us all.[/shadow][/glow]
Kalo then turned and left the council chambers. Once outside the chambers he headed to the hangar where he found his trustworthy jedi starfighter, it's black and green stripes glowing in the darkness of the crumbling room. Kalo opened the cockpit hatch and sat in, placing the comm headset on his head he then closed the hatch. He activated his comm and broadcasted to Yuthur.
[glow=Green,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Yuthur, meet me in the hangar we're off to Taris.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by AG on Apr 1, 2006 17:13:44 GMT -5
He sat there in disbelieving silence. Riko had to expect it. After all, he was the most experienced Jedi on the Council now, and Kalo was his former Padawan. Still, it had struck him as a surprise. He had the same responsability as Tonyur Bekt now, the very Jedi who had allowed Riko to complete his training after his first Master had met his end by the hands of Darth Freya. Now, Riko was the one the younger Jedi would look to for guidence and learning. It was ultimately his responsability to train and guide the Jedi, offer the guidence of the Force to those who had yet to fully understand tits deepest roots.
The fact of the matter was that Riko was the one who needed the most guidence now. His failure towards Larkos, his own ignorance of the Force. Moroku was the true leader, for it was he who would offer guidence to the one who should be in charge. Riko took it and chose to face his responsabilities. He had learned that the Force could adapt to any situation in the Mandalorian camp from Moroku, and watching those warriors showed him what it was to be a true Jedi. And so, Riko adapted.
[glow=blue,2,000]Very well. If that is your decision, then it is my responsability to guide the Jedi. An old friend has spoken to me from the eternal world of the Force. Moroku has offered me a new path, a path of training and understanding. I will pass his teachings to the Jedi Order. He, just like you, Kalo, has advised Yavin IV for both your own reasons and also because Rhen Var is far too isolated, even from the Force. He has explained that it is life that creates the Force, it is in a place full of life that the Force is strong. The training of a Jedi is ideal where there is much life and much nature, peace. This was Moroku's first lesson which I now pass on to you. That is possibly why Master Luke Skywalker had chosen Yavin IV, and it is why I choose it. We will therefore move there. Kalo, you will be in charge of investigating the distress call. Travel to Taris and find out what you can. In the meantime, I will prepare the Massassi Temples for training and living. May the Force be with us all.[/glow] Riko knew what he had to do now. There were other Jedi all about the galaxy, most of them already heading for Rhen Var, believing that the Jedi would now re-establish themselves here. Riko would have to send a beacon to all Jedi telling them to move to Yavin IV and transmit the co-ordinates there. All the Jedi moved to the transports that had brought them here, Riko leading the way now. Kalo had already gone when Riko had adjurned the meeting, and was already on his way out to Taris. The Grand Master hoped Kalo would be successful. He felt something did not bode well for the Jedi there.
Riko entered the same transport ship he had arrived in and transmitted the beacon to all Jedi telling them to move to the Massassi Temple of Yavin IV, transmitting the co-ordinates with the message as he had planned. Soon enough, the ships were lifting off and heading for their new home.
**Move Riko and all the Jedi to Yavin IV**
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