Star Wars: Age of the Sith

[Jamesyco]

He sighed as he heard them around the ship, "Lock the others down until I can look at them... time affects all of that which is made by man, even nature itself. Who knows what could happen to one of my flight-men in this bay... Now, before we begin preparations to have people moved to the surface of our destination, I want all of my pilots back in here, I want everything spick, refreshed, and as strong as possible." he said as he looked about, "but holster the ties we have left, I want them to be fixed, cleaned, and properly maintained before they are taken flight." his eyes moved about the hanger, "And someone also bring me a list of the stores we have found."

A man soon moved up to him, "Sir, we have everything inventoried as you asked." he said holding out a data pad.

Jorin took it immediately, and looked at it, "we can retrofit many of the lesser fighters, and specially the LAAT's, now... if we have them with us, we could easily make them to their top quality." he said with the full enthusiasm and salt.

"Now, once they are locked down, so me and someone to train doesn't have their faces melted off when someone orders another flight, I will retrofit them... Also, someone call my flights back in, for this is not the time to train our skills, but our basics... I want that before! I have to send people down to the..." he got something on his communicators.

Sighing deeply, before closing his eyes, "Call all flights in immediately, before I take a tie out there, and drag them all back!" he yelled as his voice echoed in the hanger, "Because I have orders to prepare them, and now I have to say I can't because they are in fucking space doing jack shit other than some petty drills."

 

[Dipper]

"The Queen, sir? Of course, sir!"

Thrice set a hand on Storm's shoulder. "Take 'er back in. General wants us planet-side with the Commandos."

Storm whistled. "Commandos. Weren't they running sims in the hold?"

"Think so." Thrice was going to wear out his comm. one of these days. "Squads one, two, eight, and seven-- I'm putting Major Strafe in charge. Continue drills AC11-13 as you were. Squads three through six, head back to the hangar. Match? Auto? That means you too. General wants those LAAT/is."

The LAAT/i docked and technicians immediately began buffing the scrapes left by Archer's TIE. These gunships would be shiny by the time they reached Theed, the men carefully smoothing down rugged edges and old blaster wounds in the metal, then following it up with fresh paint.

That was... a lot more paint than he remembered them having. He'd check the logs later.

He pinged Strafe - while simultaneously keeping an eye on their new deck officer - with the short 343rd code 7-7-32, also known in long form as "You're in charge, don't mess it up". Strafe was a good man; he wouldn't have gotten his rank if he wasn't. But he could be unorthodox and quick to act, and his drills, while implementing clever strategies, could mess their pilots up for days. There was something about "Tactical Fighter Crash-Rolling" that didn't sit right with him.

But he was as close to a second in command as Thrice would get. With Strafe hopping aboard a spare TIE to join the drills, Thrice was left with organizing the Commandos and the LAAT/is, while one of the captains worked on getting a shuttle prepared to bring in new personnel. A handful of fighter pilots and escort pilots from squads four and five were standing at attention around their craft, waiting for orders.

As a clone, Thrice didn't have anything 'fancy' per se. His armor would have to do. Maybe on the way he'd shine his helmet, but that was about all he could do to look his part.

Once the men were ready and the commandos had been assigned their LAAT/i, Thrice called on their ground troops. A small number in the lower hundreds, in fact, while a larger contingent stayed behind to tend the ship and watch the bridge. They piled into the gunships and shuttles. Thrice hopped back aboard Storm's - the cleanest and smoothest, in his opinion - and pinged the General once more.

He leaned back against the inner wall of the LAAT/i until the crest of his helmet clinked against metal. "Prepped and ready to fly, General."

 

[BlueFlameNikku]

While staying by Adahla's side Dennis listened to the Master Ken's words of warning in regards to the chance of a Sith attack during the converging of so many Jedi and the potential of encountering Sith opposition. Dennis himself has never encountered one of the dark side before and has since counted himself lucky that he never has. Of course now that luck may be running dry really soon. He would imagine what they could look like from the stories and readings he's been exposed to. Long black robes, red lightsabers and the use of powerful force powers used to inflict pain. The apprentice shallowly gulps at these thoughts doing well to suppress hints of fear or anxiety.

The Jedi regaining himself as Adahla once more beckoned for him to follow. He would listen as usual, trying to dampen out any outside distractions like his thoughts on the Sith or the various hums of machinery which normally gave a comfort.

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"My path, which I hope will be yours as well, is not one like the Sentinels or the Counselors. We do not always rely on our sabers when it comes to a battle. There are other things to use, like blasters or a staff. Our minds like to travel to other solutions instead of using a saber to cut down a door we work with the technology and manipulate it. We don't run blindly into a battle, we like to find out weaknesses things we can use to our advantage. Defensive is more the style of our saber battles. That, however, is not to say we do not know how to go offensive." She looked up at him with a smile on her lips. "I know about your issue and that can be worked on Dennis, don't be afraid of that. Strength through practice, and mind through heart. My master taught me that."
Adahla turned to face him stopping on a dime. "This is not the easy path; you will not work with just the force but with your body and mind. You seem like a thinker and not all brawns." She gave a small chuckle at the last part. "Padawan Dennis, always trust your instincts. What does your gut say about this?"

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Dennis could hear the honesty in her words, not at all like the snarky comments, half truths and blatant lies he'd grown accustom. He also agreed with quite a few things she'd been mentioning. He'd always prefer to come up with a solution in his own way. His instincts are what has kept him alive up till now and he was never a brawny person. In his past there was always and commonly someone bigger than you who could beat your ass into the dirt without a second thought.

Even more so her last two sentences made him smile before he responded with..."My gut says that same as my brain does; I've got plenty of training to do." He half joked but also meant it. "I fear I won't have much time for that considering we'll be landing soon and all and the impending chance of battle ahead." However, he cocks his head with a smirk. "I know I'm not ready to fight a Sith but when the credits are down I promise you I'll outsmart em." He says, trying to reassure more so himself than her. "I won't fear them if they come." Now beginning to speak like a guardian, holding himself up with a bit more confidence now. The underlying thought of him just now becoming a Padawan helping to keep him more upbeat.

 

[Starlighter]

[fieldbox=NPC: Queen Ophelia of Naboo, AliceBlue, solid]"I do believe that - "

"Your Majesty, I apologize for the interruption."

The Captain of the Defense Force bowed to the Queen, receiving a less than approving look from the member of the Advisory Council who he had just cut off. Ophelia raised an eyebrow in the Captain's direction. She wasn't overly fond of feather-ruffling without need. "Yes, Captain?"

He straightened, standing at attention. "We have just received confirmation of the landing codes for the Collusus and the Sojourn, your Highness. The landing parties should be arriving on the surface shortly."

The Queen rose in one swift, graceful motion. "Thank you, Captain." She addressed the Council. "I regret that we cannot properly conclude this discussion, but I promise that at the first convenient time, we shall do so. Thank you for your patience and consideration, Councillors."

Arranging her broad skirts to move smoothly around her, she turned to exit the throne room with her handmaidens in tow. "Captain, gather your men and join me on the landing pad."

"Yes, your Majesty." The Captain delivered a quick bow, and signaled his men to fall in around the Queen as instructed. She set a fast pace with long graceful steps, forcing the others to an almost jog merely to keep up with her. Maintaining her enthusiastic speed, they reached the landing pad in short order. Standing there with her countrymen and her eyes on the sky, it finally began to sink in as more than knowledge in her head.

This was the beginning of a gathering that would not soon be forgotten. An opportunity for the Enlightenment that had the potential for so much to be achieved.
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[Akashi]

DARTH ZERAN
@Angelic Fusion @AceSorcerer ​

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His apprentice did well with the blades, and the Force combined, however, she could have done better. More than ample enough Shyrack came bursting in for their prey, and despite some difficulties, Kalaxa was able to handle herself well. Zeran's mind was slightly somewhere else, but it was quickly brought back to reality when she showed up before him.

The horrendous screams and what not, the Shyrack's were no more. If they went deeper, they'd probably find more of them. But the sudden tension in the Force meant that something else was much more important. Perhaps Kalaxa would have to show her strength in a battlefield, against someone just as smart as her. His eyes squinted ever so slightly from beneath the mask, gazing at her.

The Sith Master noticed the injuries on her arms, her body covered in gore and the remnants of the disgusting Shyracks. "You've relied too much on the Force, Kalaxa. Next time.." He took a few steps forward, almost if not glaring at her with some disappointment.

"Use your lightsaber." Taking another step forward, standing next to her while she was down on one knee, Zeran placed his hand on her shoulder.

"There may be something else that'll require the use of your lightsaber, Kalaxa. But first, you need to get cleaned up. Now come." Zeran left for the exit, with his apprentice right behind him. His first order of business was to meet Lord Magus. He required his attention, and was made aware of that through comms.

"There is a battlefield out there, where I expect you to use everything in your disposal."

 

[Princess Rose]

Adahla smiled at his answer and nodded. "That was spoken like a true Guardian." She started towards the hangar bay. "We are about to attend a council meeting on Naboo and I would like you present with me during the meeting. It's essential you be very observant during this," She clutched her saber that hung at her back a small part of her was nervous about this meeting. She walked dropping her hand. "Be prepared for everything and anything, Padawan." Her tone was ominous. This feeling probably would not go away until after the council meeting was over unless something was really wrong. She tried to shove away the oppressive feelings of negativity. She arrived at the bay and surveyed all the preparations going on. They were of course, taking troops down with them and she always thought better safe than sorry.
Adahla had thought up no less than 7 ways to escape before prepping herself for the landing of the planet. She never really felt this nervous unless she was visiting her planet and her parents. The constant harping of her family of her marrying was ever present in her mind. She didn't want to marry anyone until she found her perfect match. If it were up to her mother and father she would be married to the most suitable male available. She shuddered at the thought.

 

[AceSorcerer]

[fieldbox=Ishua Ken and the Jedi Council, green, solid, 8, book antiqua]

After all his fellow Jedi had made their way to the LAAT/i, Ishua and Rusty were the last to enter the craft, the droid "hopping" up before whirring happily as the Jedi Consular then taped the droid's dome and the gunship wall to signal the ship to lead the others planetside. As the various clones and Jedi in the ship began to calm down as the ship lurched slightly, the interior lights of the dropship came to light as the internal tracking devices began to light up and chirp as various displays became visible on the screens. Signaling for his colleagues to come closer, Ishua spoke up, reviewing some information on the Jedi Council.

"I know for both of you apprentices this will be your first time to witness a meeting of the Jedi Council- I'm unsure if you've seen one before, Thrice, but things haven't changed too much since the old Jedi Order when it comes to meeting of the Council. Right now, most of the remaining Jedi Masters of the Order are all members of the Council- there are thirteen in total, including my old teacher, Master Eluhani Moza, and Grandmaster Ko Orson.

"The Jedi Masters have the primary right to speak, but Jedi Knights have the right to speak as well. Although people outside of the Jedi are welcome to observe, they- along with apprentices- do not have the right to interject unless called upon by whomsoever is currently speaking. That's how they'll call you up, Thrice. Tomorrow's meeting with Galactic Command, I imagine, will work somewhat the same for those in attendance. Either way, this will be a rare opportunity, especially for the apprentices. I'd recommend taking notes and interacting with some of the other Jedi- after all, this is likely one of the few times outside of battle we'll be seeing other Jedi outside of our cell here."

After a few more minutes of conversation, the audible radio chatter informed those in the LAAT/i that they had been given permission to land in the Royal Spaceport, which had direct access to the palace. In the meantime, the Jedi Consular watched as Thrice all so expertly gave the assignments to the clones in the LAAT/i before the hit the ground. Soon enough, the clones filed out in a semi-ceremonious manner, standing taut at attention as the Jedi, the droid, and the Regimental Commander, all approached the Queen of Naboo. The Jedi greet the royalty with formal bow and curtsy before Mandalore and his personal guard appeared from behind them.

"Your Majesty, Lord Mandalore, it is a pleasure to meet both of you in person. I wish I had more time to converse, but the meeting of the Council takes priority. The Regimental Commander here will inform you of our troop placement before he rejoins us."

Leaving the clone with the two nobles before heading into the main hangar, Ishua was half-tempted to use the Force to keep Kuno from leaping onto the A-Wing variants, X-Wings, and Y-Wings that were being donated to the Sojourn. Turning to Rusty as droid rushed over to one of the A-Wings, the Jedi facepalming before he spoke up when the clone commander entered the hangar.

"Alright, the Jedi Council is meeting in the royal lecture hall in about fifteen minutes. Don't be late!"

Walking over to his droid, the astromech buzzed as he looked at the craft.

"Bzzzt bzzt wooo!"

"And what are you so excited about?"

"Blooop beep bip! Bweeeet!"

"And how does having two seats make it even more interesting?"

"Bzzzzzz dwoo."

"...Keep this up and you'll be holding hydrospanners."

"Owoooo..."

"Fine, fine! We can reserve this one. You know I hate flying in starfighters though- I am by no means the best pilot."

"Boop boop dwe-boop!"

After what, in almost anyplace else, could be the ravings of a lunatic, the Jedi Consular motioned for Thrice to accompany him as they began to make their way to lecture hall, taking seats in the front as he sighed, the droid resting next to them.

"At least we'll be getting rest on the ground apparently. When this all said and done, I feel like I'm going to need a gallon of Wookie whiskey. Either way, I'd bet that it'd be smarter if you took off that helmet- show the human side of the mighty clones. After all, your brethren didn't leave the greatest legacy for you."

In time, the room was full of the Jedi and those come to observe the meeting of the Council. Fourteen chairs rested on the floor of the lecture hall, although only thirteen sat. In the end, the elderly Grandmaster, a light shining in his grey beard and elderly eyes, spoke up.

"Let us begin this meeting of the Council. We have much to discuss today, and not all of it good. First, I would ask that Jedi Knight Ishua Ken approach the Council."

Silent, Ishua rose from his seat, moving to kneel in the center of the chairs before Ko spoke up once more.

"As you have been appointed the rank of Jedi General- a military rank that has not existed since the Clone Wars- it is the will of the Council that you be made a Jedi Master and member of the Jedi Council. Do you accept these responsibilities?"

"I do, Grandmaster- by the will and the guidance of the Force, I will perform the duties of a Jedi Master and of a member of the Jedi Council until I am not longer fit or the end of my days- whichever should come first."

Ko smiled, placing a hand on Ishua's shoulder before chuckling.

"Good lad. Take your seat among us."

Once the two were seated once more, the Jedi Grandmaster spoke up with authority in his voice.

"In a related matter, I hereby call upon Regiment Commander 'Thrice' to approach the Council. Tell us, Commander, about how we may trust your soldiers under your command?"

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[fieldbox=Darth Magus and Command Admiral Tekartha, red, solid, 8, book antiqua]

As the Sith entered the Dark Lord's chamber, the holographic projector sputtered to life as the aging image of the ruthless Command Admiral Tekartha- the senior-most officer in the Sith Armada- came into play before he kneeled then rose, the proper means of greeting the Dark Lord of the Sith on more formal occasions. When the other three Sith entered the room, Darth Magus rose from his chair, approaching those who listened to him.

"Do you sense it? The vast echo in the Force? The Jedi are gathering in massive numbers, and they can hide their presence no longer. Among them is Ko Orson, the Jedi Grandmaster. My apprentice, I will task you with ensuring his death. Bring me his lightsaber, and you will have proven yourself worthy of becoming a Sith Lord. Attrocitus, we will be generously using the favor set before us. Admiral, how long until you can have a strike force prepared and ready, armed with six-score of the Black Knights?"

The uniformed man pondered for a moment, smirking as he spoke.

"In a little over an hour, my lord."

"Then begin preparations. Today the people of Naboo will learn the price of harboring the Jedi!"
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[Rae]

[fieldbox="Kana Acula - Jedi Guardian, #396, dashed, 10, Trebuchet MS"]

If there was one thing to credit the clones for, it was their efficiency. They took their orders well, ready to move at a moment's notice. It was respectable enough, and Kana felt herself relax...but only slightly. She still had yet to trust them, and it would take much more than complacency to prove themselves to her. She took the shuttle down to Naboo along with the other Jedi, her attention focusing on Padawan Arvana. "I may not be your master, Padawan, but I can sense the strength in you. No matter what happens down there, trust in yourself. Trust in your fellow Jedi. Trust in the Force." The overwhelming presence of Jedi could already be felt, and she knew that the Sith would feel it, too. This great disturbance would not go unnoticed, and she could only wonder if perhaps they were being foolish. This meeting put millions of lives at risks, lives outside of the Jedi Order and even The Enlightenment. Regardless, she would fight to her last dying breath if she had to, if that meant striking a blow at those damned Sith.

Stifling her surge of anger as they landed, Kana followed Ishua closely, her eyes watchful. Although the Sith had yet to arrive, she knew it was only a matter of time. Her fingers twitched, hovering subconsciously over her weapon. She would not be able to relax in the presence of the Jedi Council, and she was sure her old master would take notice. As they met briefly with the Queen and Lord Mandalore, Kana bowed respectfully, giving a small greeting of her own. Upon finally reaching the lecture hall, the group made their way to the front with Ishua at the helm. When the "Jedi General" made a remark about wookie whiskey, Kana chuckled out of catharsis more than anything. She rolled her eyes, forcing herself to relax enough to not sound like a hard-ass. "Ken, the last thing we need is to carry our new Jedi General out of the cantina because he drunk himself into a stupor." she jibed, a slight smirk lighting her face. Last time Ishua had gotten his hands on enough wookie whiskey, she'd had to carry him on her back like a child. At least, that was how she remembered it.

They didn't have long to banter, however, as the Jedi Council wasted no time in starting the proceedings. Masters, Knights, and Apprentices filled the room, whispers dying as soon as Grandmaster Ko Orson spoke. His voice, deep and gravelly, held the weight of a man who had seen much in his many years. The first part of the meeting had not been unexpected. With Ishua's newly found promotion, it only made sense for him to officially be made a Master of the Jedi Council. Despite her previous misgivings, she trusted her friend with her life, and Kana would die before she let anything happen to him. The next order of business pertained to the clones, the Grandmaster calling up Thrice to give a good word for his men. She pursed her lips at that, still more than a little distrustful of the clones despite what the medical droid had said. Many of the Jedi around her shared the sentiment, their quiet rumblings making that quite clear. She glanced at Arvana, wondering what the Padawan thought about the matter. She had a sharp wit about her, that was certain, and Kana did not doubt that she had her own concerns about the clones. Still, Kana was no fool. The addition of over two thousand well-armed, well-trained soldiers was invaluable for their regime. Kana decided then that the benefits outweighed the risk. Trust would still have to be earned, but she would fight by Thrice's side.
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[Dipper]

Thrice chuckled dryly at the General's comment. "If that's an offer, sir, I'll take it."

Surprising to hear a Jedi speak so openly about whiskey, of all things. Weren't the Jedi stuffy puritans with no sense of humor and enough self righteousness to sustain a small sun? He smirked. So the rumors had gone, back during his training days. Clones talked and the Jedi were a favorite subject.

Thrice obediently undid the seals of his helmet, holding it under his right arm. "I'll do what I can if they'll give us a chance. To..." he paused, brows furrowing. "To make up for all of that."

Thrice suppressed a shiver as the entered the hall. Bureaucrats and aristocracy. Dealing with the matters of court and royalty wasn't exactly Thrice's forte. Jedi were far from royalty, but with the air of importance about them they might as well be. This particular Grandmaster had a voice that reminded him of the old Masters; full of wisdom beyond his years, and powerful enough to make Thrice feel miniscule under his gaze.

He cleared his throat and stood at ease while he searched for the proper words to begin. So many eyes in such a small place, all on him. It was something.

"Yes, sir. We - the men of the 343rd - are dedicated to your service. I have only recently been made aware of all that has happened, that the Grand Army turned against the Jedi. I assure you, however-- that will not happen again."

Thrice spoke with as much conviction as he could muster, eyes sharp and focused and grip on his helmet tense, but not stressed. Wary, expectant, and entirely honest. The Commander readjusted his grip on his helmet so that the visor faced inward, hiding its face from the Jedi.

"I believe our medical droids contain some valuable information you may find useful, sir. While my--" he grit his teeth,"--brothers were implanted with chips to control their behavior, my men and I are not. We trustworthy, sir, and as dependable as you need us to be."

 

[Starlighter]

[fieldbox='NPC: Queen Ophelia of Naboo, AliceBlue, groove']
The Queen's eyes remained fixed on the ships as they landed, her expression unreadable under the thick layer of makeup covering her face. She stood still, straight, and regal, showing no sign of impatience while the occupants of the ships disembarked. She took in the bustling scene without her expression changing, but her attention was soon drawn to the Jedi, Clone, and Mandalorians approaching her. She strode forward to greet them with a dainty curtsy, inclining her head slightly for the Jedi General and Lord Mandalore specifically.

"The pleasure of this meeting is all mine, I assure you. To gather as we do today is something I have been looking forward to for rather some time." For a moment, it almost appeared as though she were smiling; the moment was over faster than it had begun. She inclined her head to the General once more. "Of course, General. We will see you again shortly."


When the General returned and gestured for the Commander to rejoin him, she turned sharply. With her entourage in tow made the Queen her way to the lecture hall at a fast clip, Lord Mandalore and company at her side. The halls cleared for their passing, and they flowed into the room with haste and purpose more than ceremony. The guards remained by the doors, and her handmaidens followed her to her place in the room. Her eyes moved slowly over the room as it began to fill, taking in every detail.

As the meeting began she remained silent, observing the proceedings with rapt attention. If ever there were a hopeful day for the Enlightenment, it was this day. They had an army, they had a General, and this meeting marked the beginning of a unity to end their scattered alliance.

She would forget nothing of this day.
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[fieldbox='Arvana Tarron, darkred, solid']
Arvana gave her Master a side glance and a shrug. They would have to come back to the drills later - but hopefully soon. While a part of her could hardly wait to have the control stick of a TIE/IN in her hands, this was a gathering she wouldn't miss for all the credits in the galaxy.

She walked with the others to the hangar, taking long swift steps that outdistanced them as she approached the LAAT/i. She stood out of the way while the others boarded, lightly bracing one hand against the side of the transport and balancing her stance in preparation for departure. Although not fully prepared for the abrupt lurch, she kept her footing without much difficulty.

She lifted her gaze to focus on Master Ken as he spoke, addressing her and Celwick, then Thrice. She nodded in acknowledgement of his instructions. With everything going on she highly doubted that very many of the Jedi Knights in attendance would have time for more than a brief question or two, which was disheartening. It was an opportunity to learn so much, but rather inconveniently timed. At the very least it would be a wonderful opportunity to practice memory exercises with what she could gather from observation.

Feeling an acute sense of being watched, she looked over to see Master Acula observing her just before the Guardian spoke. "I may not be your master, Padawan, but I can sense the strength in you. No matter what happens down there, trust in yourself. Trust in your fellow Jedi. Trust in the Force."

Arvana's lips moved silently for a second or two while she panicked for a due response. "Thank you, Master Acula; it's most encouraging to know that." She nodded slowly. "Yes, of course. I will remember."

As they landed, she felt the surging presence in the Force of so many Jedi so near. It was something she had always felt when around her Master and others, but never had it pervaded her senses so strongly. If we feel it, the Sith must feel it too. It was beginning to sink in just how visible they had become... and what that might entail. Thoughts of the future felt heavy with foreboding. Whatever comes, we will stand through it, as a whole. None of us are alone.

Her expression remained deep and thoughtful as they exited the ship and exchanged greetings with the Queen and Lord Mandalore. She bowed and nodded where appropriate, but remained silent and to the side. When it came time to make their way to the lecture hall she forced herself not to race ahead, pacing herself to stay evenly at Kuno's side the whole way. Inside, she sat between him and Master Acula. Their position near the front felt overly visible, but alternatively it provided an excellent viewpoint for the proceedings.

Arvana closed her eyes for little more than a blink to let the constant flow and presence of the Force disperse her thoughts and sharpen her focus. She sat attentively, catching Master Acula's sideways glance. She wished it would be proper to at least quietly ask questions or voice her opinions to those sitting near her, but was all too aware of how disruptive it could turn out to be. She would love to talk with Kana about the Clones in light of her own wariness and the Guardian's obvious misgivings, but that conversation would have to take place later.

Admittedly, Thrice sounded as honest and convincing as she could imagine anyone to be. Reaching out to the Force as she listened, there was no obvious sense of deception. Which begged the question - if he could be completely sincere, yet have no willful say in the matter. If there were chips that could control the Clone's actions, surely there were other ways of achieving the same end. They couldn't risk falling for the same trick twice. Especially not with so much at stake.

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[BlueFlameNikku]

Dennis Celwick
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Dennis responds to Adahla's advising words with a strong nod before hurrying off for just a moment to take care of something he didn't think he'd be doing anytime soon. The young man retrieved a few small supplies from his belongings and proceeded to quickly tie and create the single braided bit of hair that was customary to Jedi's reaching the rank of Padawan. He smiled to himself...Why not make it official. Though he had to quickly hurry himself to the LAAT/i barely finishing up the braid as he nearly bumped into Rusty, having spun about as to not do so. "My bad Rusty." He comments with a comedic haste before fully entering the craft, probably receiving some binary chatter from the droid that he didn't understand but he could make his assumptions. The single braid of blonde hair being a very asymmetric contrast to the Jedi's spiky hairstyle.

Upon being addressed by Ishua same as Arvana and Thrice Dennis' soft smile would droop a bit at the part about Apprentices not being able to speak much. It wasn't much of a surprise as it was nothing knew to him really. For most of his life he learned that silent lips kept you in better health if you weren't high on the food chain. The apprentice simply nodded at the end of the Master's words as his eyes drifted to view the moving landscape outside the craft as it flew. He didn't have much intention in the ways of taking notes trying to converse with these awaiting Jedi as he had little faith that they would care anymore than those he has experienced before.

Upon landing and stepping off; Dennis felt the mass presence of Jedi wash over him which caused him to be taken aback for but a moment before following everyone. He made sure to stick by Adahla and bowed as was needed along with other matters before eventually making sure to seat himself accordingly by his master as well. All the while the foreboding of the situation kept his mind at work; his eyes constantly drifted about wherever the group went. He formulated uses of various objects and areas for tactical use for at least one situation each. This was the probably single thing he really excelled at...using his head so that he wouldn't frickn die a horrible painful death.

As the meeting goes on Dennis Celwick would only be more so half paying attention to things as he continued to play through scenarios over the previous sections and areas that made they're way through to get here.
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Darth Syrus
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After receiving direct orders from Command Admiral Tekartha; Darth Syrus was in the process of gearing up much like the rest of the Black Knights who have been assigned to partake in the assault on Naboo. He sat on a bench and went through the mission's various details in his head as he equipped the various pieces of his Cortosis armor. A large gathering of Jedi being harbored on Naboo... Clasping on more pieces yet leaving the helmet by his side as he checked his armaments. I knew I felt something... Stowing his weapons at his sides in their respective holsters and clasping his light shield mechanism to his left forearm. He had a hunch that himself and the other Black Knights would probably be serving as either a spearhead or more of a scalpel during this assault. With ever way didn't concern the Sith much as he was confident they could handle either duty extraordinarily well. As he stood and put on his smooth practically faceless helm he smirked beneath its surface in awaiting excitement for the battle ahead since not many get the chance to fight against such a force of Jedi nowadays of course. He'd begin to make his way down various corridors; meeting up with other Black Knights as they made their way to the staging area.​

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

DARTH ZERAN
@Angelic Fusion @AceSorcerer ​

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His apprentice did well with the blades, and the Force combined, however, she could have done better. More than ample enough Shyrack came bursting in for their prey, and despite some difficulties, Kalaxa was able to handle herself well. Zeran's mind was slightly somewhere else, but it was quickly brought back to reality when she showed up before him.

The horrendous screams and what not, the Shyrack's were no more. If they went deeper, they'd probably find more of them. But the sudden tension in the Force meant that something else was much more important. Perhaps Kalaxa would have to show her strength in a battlefield, against someone just as smart as her. His eyes squinted ever so slightly from beneath the mask, gazing at her.

The Sith Master noticed the injuries on her arms, her body covered in gore and the remnants of the disgusting Shyracks. "You've relied too much on the Force, Kalaxa. Next time.." He took a few steps forward, almost if not glaring at her with some disappointment.

"Use your lightsaber." Taking another step forward, standing next to her while she was down on one knee, Zeran placed his hand on her shoulder.

"There may be something else that'll require the use of your lightsaber, Kalaxa. But first, you need to get cleaned up. Now come." Zeran left for the exit, with his apprentice right behind him. His first order of business was to meet Lord Magus. He required his attention, and was made aware of that through comms.

"There is a battlefield out there, where I expect you to use everything in your disposal."

Feeling the hand on her shoulder Kalaxa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Shuddering slightly she didn't let the pain cloud her minds judgement at all. Standing up slowly she watched Zeran leave her vision and she quickly followed behind him almost like a pet. Keeping him in her view she moved almost directly to his side. Despite the wounds on her arms she put them behind her back and almost playfully nudged Zeran. Unsure of how hed react she backed away slightly and acted like she hadn't done anything in the slightest to him. Perhaps he would knock it off as her blindness confusing her. But, he should know far better considering her ability to navigate without sight.

"My Lord, why do we fight?" He asked suddenly. It was an extremely odd question but it was something she had been pondering. The release of feelings only minutes earlier gave her mind a view it hadn't really delved into before. "I apologize for such a comment, I just seek understanding. I am small and well, I am not a fighter such as yourself. I seek knowledge to fill in what I can never seek to do through direct means." She continued on before realizing she may be digging herself a hole. Biting her lip the almost playful side of the Dathomirian witch seemed to come out despite the pain she felt. Or, perhaps it was the pain itself that brought that side of the girl out.

"Uhm... I know I must use my lightsaber, but I have never used it much before. I would like to know if you could train me directly. I prefer my Lightwhip. My sisters at home taught me to use it so early it is almost all I know." She said before suddenly stepping infront of him. Pale blue eyes staring into his she searched around before pursing her lips. Remembering suddenly where they were going she seemed to almost de-materialize from his path to return to his side. Frowning she felt she was doing nothing but disappointing him and suddenly she clammed up like well, a clam. Letting out a small sigh she concentrated as she began to heal the wounds on her arms with her own means. While far different from the sith's means of healing, she had learned it from her sisters, only she drew from neutral peace to enact this ability.

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[AceSorcerer]

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The elderly Grandmaster rose from his seat, walking over to the clone and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Commander, none of us blame you or your brothers for what happened the previous Jedi Order fell and disbanded. If you or any of your brothers feel a need for closure, we have some holocrons in our possession from Jedi Grandmaster Yoda and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, who I understand was one of the most important generals during the Clone Wars."

Moving to his chair, the elderly Jedi slowly sat down, speaking in his wizened voice.

"You will find that the Jedi Order before you is quite different in some dogma than the one you once knew. We are bound by a different Code, wherein our members have more liberties and are less restricted as they follow the ways of the Force. It was the realization of Master Kenobi- as he wrote in his journals- that the previous Jedi Order failed because they had failed to recognize their creed unfortunately lead to the corruption of their own order, blinding them to the fact that they were being manipulated by the Sith. Our new Code upholds the same spirit and principles, however, that the previous did. I have more questions for you, but they are better suited for tomorrow's meeting of the Enlightenment's Galactic Command. Please, Commander, make any comments you deem necessary and return to your seat."

Ishua soon spoke up, nervously gripping the arms of his chair as he spoke up after Thrice took his seat.

"Grandmaster, I've already transmitted a summary of the medical data to the Galactic Command."

"Very well, Master Ken."

After thirty more minutes of various articles of Jedi business, the Grandmaster called for a brief recess, the newly-minted Jedi Master standing up after he popped his neck, sighing as he and Rusty walked over to the lecture console. Pulling up a small console, the Jedi had his droid plug into the console for the time being as most of the Jedi and others in attendance walked out of the chamber to socialize. While he had a computer this strong, he figured he might as well run a quick systems diagnostic on his trusty droid.
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[Dipper]

Thrice felt a nearly overwhelming rush of relief. Like cool water to sooth a parched throat-- he relaxed, his grip on his helmet following until he maintained only a loose hold. He'd never looked very deep into the inner workings of the Jedi out of respect, and perhaps some latent fear of reprisal. Some Jedi during his tenure in the GAR had been less than tolerant to prodding questions about their doctrine and beliefs, so he'd refrained from asking at all.

He eased himself into his seat and resisted the urge to replace his helmet. No good would come of that, now would it? He'd heard Jedi liked to see faces.

So there he was, restless as the Jedi addressed other concerns and dealt with business. It sounded like a Senate meeting without the stuffy senators, all droning voices and subjects he had trouble following. Oh, but that made him smile. Just a tad. Stories - gossip - had been passed around for years by the Coruscant Guard. Little facts that would be scandals should they get out, and that the Commanders had had to nip in the bud before they did.

The Senate was lucky their Commanders weren't the sort to take that lightly.

With their meeting adjourned, Thrice set his helmet back into place. He exited the main hall, halting when he realized the majority of those present were Jedi. Not that he was uncomfortable around them, just... he wasn't sure how to properly socialize among anyone outside of his own regiment.

Thrice sidled up to the end of the hall and fiddled with his wrist comm. He wondered what the others were up to back on the ship, and felt the itch to check in. Just in case.

 

[Princess Rose]

Adahla smiled upon seeing the braid that Dennis had put in his hair. She sat on the craft her hands resting in her lap. She stood next to Dennis upon exit. "Remember you can always ask me questions after the official meeting." She walked in time with Ishua. Her head was held high common of those with a high ranked birth. The force that surrounded the meeting place right now made her relax only slight as she could still feel a disturbance on the horizon. She bowed her head to the Queen of Naboo in respect. She followed them into the meeting area. She stood behind Ishua her arms were crossed over her chest as she heard the various jedi speak only really interjecting every so often for Ishua. Other than that she was silent and observant to the meeting taking note of what things were going on within the system.

 

[Starlighter]

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Arvana sat silently for the duration of the session, focused on the matters being addressed by the Council. She felt honoured to be the in the presence of such Masters of the ways of the Force, even if there was no chance of them noticing her.

When the Grand Master called for a Recess, she waited a beat for the Jedi Knights around her to begin standing and moving toward the exit until she rose herself. Blending in had become a habit, and while her first instinct might have been to stand up and immediately stalk out a Knight or two to pepper with questions, being near the front and the first to stand up could draw the kind of notice and attention she had always been focused on avoiding.

Once on her feet she casually stretched out her muscles, letting her sword hand drop down beside her lightsaber out of habit. As she focused inward and reached out for the Force, a faint crease furrowed her brow. She turned to her Master. "I think I sense something, Kuno" she said softly. "I'm going to step out for a moment and see if I can decide what it is. If I'm not back soon, I'll be off talking with some of the other Jedi." She dipped her head, and turned away into the crowd of Jedi leaving the room.

Sensing the gaps between people in the crowd as they appeared, she reached the door quickly and had soon left the throng behind. There were still servants and a few Knights scattered out in the hallways, but after a few turns she found her way out to a balcony. The noise of the city beyond the Palace touched her senses, but she paid it no mind.

Arvana walked to the edge of the balcony and perched on the railing. She folded her hands on her knee, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. What is it....? She searched through her feelings, seeking out a name for what she felt but struggled to identify. She exhaled heavily. Perhaps she would have to ask Kuno about doing some exercises related to reading the Force. Lately it seemed like she stumbled into elusive impressions more and more often, and it was beginning to frustrate her.
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[fieldbox='NPC: Queen Ophelia of Naboo, AliceBlue, groove']
Ophelia observed the meeting with no apparent sign of interest despite her rigid focus. More than once she nearly attempted to make a comment or interjection, but she forced herself to remain silent as per the rules of her permission to observe. This was not a meeting restricted by her authority.

When the Recess was called, she was on her feet in a moment and making her way from her seat down into the crowd of Jedi Knights. But she wasn't looking for one of them.

With two of her handmaidens hurrying behind her, the Queen worked her way through the crowd, scanning about her without moving her slightly raised head. Ah, there he was. She turned sharply, approaching the Clone who had been called upon to speak during the meeting.

"Commander" she greeted him, stopping just a step away. "While we have a moment, I would like to say what a pleasure it is to have you here. I cannot express how much it means to me - to all of us - to have the support that you and your men offer us. Thank you."
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[BlueFlameNikku]

After the meeting was called to recess Dennis stood like most everyone else for a chance to stretch his legs. His master said he could continue to ask questions after the official meeting but of course it truly hadn't ended yet so he withheld himself from speaking much at all until he saw Arvana speak to Master Kuno for but a moment before leaving the main chamber. He'd turn to Adahla for a moment. "Master, I'm gonna go accompany Arvana. I'll make sure we're back before the meeting starts back up." Giving a quick nod to Adahla before quickly walking after Arvana.

Upon reaching the balcony he stopped at the doorway that led outside when he noticed she seemed to be concentrating. The apprentice quietly leaned against the door frame for a few moments as he took in the view. The bustling city view reminded him of home in a way, though where he lived he never had a good view like this. When he realized her concentration seemed to relax after a heavy sigh Dennis then walked over to the balcony's edge and turned so that his back and elbows rested upon the railing, facing away from the view but not directly looking at the fellow Jedi apprentice.

"I hadn't figured you for a loner type so I decided to come keep you company." Though it was more like he was being protective since that foreboding feeling everyone's been having could happen at anytime and he didn't want anyone to get caught out all alone. "Besides, you picked a spot with a really nice view so why not enjoy it." With that he smiles softly while turning his head after his shoulder to look out at the city again.

 

[Dipper]

The Jedi had a way of making mass conversation seem like a polite debate over whether tea was worth rationed water (it wasn't). Jedi Masters and their apprentices spoke in hushed tones that writhed with the soothing buzz of the force, and while he was no force sensitive, even he could detect the faint traces of anxiety and excitement.

Idly, Thrice dusted off his gauntlet, then ran a quick diagnostic of his HUD to pass the time. Status updates from the men aboard the Sojourn pinged over his comm to let him know how fighter repairs and drills were going, which he filed away for later reviewing. TIEs on their way to recovery, a full upgrade to the LAAT/is thrusters based on the flagship's specs, and a few new maneuvers to add to their repertoire.

Menial tasks completed, Thrice let the force wash over him. A soothing buzz to prepare him for when the meeting started up again. Politics. It couldn't be one of the more socially savvy of his brothers, oh no. It had to be him. The straight-laced Commander who could hardly hold a conversation about daily life.

And... oh. Oh no. He was not trained to handle this.

Propriety demanded he bend at the waist or offer a salute, but this... this was royalty. Rumor had it that saluting was considered disrespectful to Naboo royalty, but then, the 343rd's rumor mill was hardly a source of accurate information. Knowledgeable as they were, his men were hardly experts on outside customs.


The Queen exuded nobility and grace in such a way that he felt uneasy. Thrice's shoulders tensed minutely. Proper etiquette be damned. He pulled off a curt, shallow bow, his head dipping to accentuate the movement. Ah, but it came out awkwardly, and when he stood up again, he made sure his helmet was on tight so as not to expose his face and make even more of a fool of himself. Or to avoid eye contact. Yeah, avoid eye contact.

"I..." He paused, thoughtful. "Of course, ma'am. Your Highness." Thrice cringed inwardly. "It's our honor to serve, as always."

Thrice wasn't in the business of flattery, but his self control was withering with so many Jedi and their Force itching around inside his skull. "If I may, your Highness, you're looking rather... resplendent, today."

 

[Starlighter]

[fieldbox='Arvana Tarron, darkred, solid']
Arvana's eyes shot open and her hand moved to grasp her lightsaber. Cursing herself for being so absorbed as to forget her surroundings, she relaxed as she realized it was only Dennis. She was not impressed that being so wrapped up in her thoughts and feelings, a Padawan of less than a day had managed to sneak up on her without trouble. She shouldn't have lost touch like that so easily. Irritated with his intrusion on her privacy and assumption that his company was wanted, she wrapped one hand around the railing and jumped back onto the balcony. Her face remained neutral, but her tone was severe.

"It is a nice view. But I'll thank you not to assume that people who seek solitude are looking for company."

She was all for companionship with those she trusted and respected, and in that regard would never dream of being alone. But she was skeptical of those she didn't know, and would rather be by herself than have to depend on someone she felt the need to keep an eye on for lack of familiarity. Her intention had been to find some peace and quiet alone and in that respect being interrupted was rather irksome, especially when coupled with her earlier frustrations.

Arvana moved her hand to rest casually on her hip, glaring at him with a smoldering look. "Congratulations on your apprenticeship to Master Pha. I wish you the best in your studies to become a Guardian." Her tone was no more pleasant than her expression. Ever so slightly, she shifted one foot back.

Rather than waiting for an apology or to give him time to process her hostile reaction, her stance shifted. She vaulted into the air at the same moment she drew her lightsaber, flipping over his head while slicing downward with her blade.
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[fieldbox='NPC: Queen Ophelia of Naboo, AliceBlue, groove']
Ophelia was not one to lose her composure. She was supposed to be the calm, self assured leader who had a graceful answer for everyone and everything, even if to say she didn't know but would find out no matter the cost. Dealing with those who were flustered or uncomfortable and soothing their concerns was supposed to be her forte.

But this. This.... this reached a whole new level of uncomfortable. If it had just been the Commander, unsure of what to do with her, that would have been acceptable. But no. She felt just as at a lost for what to do with his response.

Clearing her throat, she signaled her handmaidens to step back out of earshot with a wave of her hand. Some days she despised the layers of cosmetics she was engulfed in, but other times - like now - she was glad that it made her face ever impassive. She could feel the steady burn of her reddening cheeks, but could take comfort at least in the fact that no one else would notice. Unless the Clones helmets were equipped to not be so easily deceived.

Heavens. That was a disconcerting thought.

Realizing that she was standing speechless in awkward silence, Ophelia folded her clammy hands in front of her. For heaven's sake, remedying an awkward conversation shouldn't be so blasted hard to do. "Thank you, Commander. You.... have a lovely way with words" she said, doing her utmost to speak with the even authority she was used to hearing in her own voice, yet unsure of the extent of her success. "I apologize if this is an insensitive question, but is there a particular reason you're so attached to wearing your helmet? I can assure no one hear will be shooting at you."
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[Akashi]

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On their way back, he noticed how odd his apprentice was acting around him. A simple nudge allowed for him to shift his attention towards her for a mere moment. He knew that she was a lot more open and free in regards of himself. Zeran had almost if not grew in a cage. There was a reason for why he was personally an apprentice to the Dark Lord himself, and none stood beside him.

His red and yellow eyes squinted behind his mask because of Kalaxa. It was as if she could see through the mask, or notice his emotions. If anything, the Sith had a very unique but strong, perhaps even stubborn of an attitude. Though, unlike Attrocitus, he was not a cannibal.

Zeran was and is a calm, yet collected Sith. It is difficult for him to express his emotions as a human, which he is, deep behind those demonic eyes of his. There was no reason for him to punish Kalaxa for her failure to utilize her lightsaber. He knew she was a Dathomirian witch that alone made her unique. The answer to her next question was simple in his mind. Stopping in his tracks, his attention was fixated on his apprentice.

Silence echoed for a second or two around them before he spoke up. "We fight for the Confederation, Kalaxa. There is a purpose behind our actions. Though our enemies, they do not seek the same goal like us. Since we're an obstacle in their path, they find it neccessary to remove the Sith from the face of the galaxy. We are merely seizing the opportunity to achive our own 'peace' in this war."

"Your doubts are a reason for why I decided to have you as my apprentice. But thats not the only reason. In the future that has yet to be revealed, I'll show you what I mean, Kalaxa. You only have to be loyal to me, and no one else." Zeran's voice was serious. His eyes narrowed down beneath the mask. A second later he changed his attention back towards their destination.

It was time to meet the Dark Lord, and find out exactly what was next on their agenda. Especially when the Force had gathered itself around in one place, Zeran, the Sith Master knew something was not right. His grip on his lightsaber hilt tightened for a second. There was a lot on his mind as well.

Approaching their destination, he continued to speak. "Consider your lightwhip as an extension of your lightsaber. When the latter cannot reach its destination, your lightwhip can. That's when you use it. Keep your cards close to your heart. Use them only when its appropriate, or in conjunction. The way you use your daggers. A lightsaber can be used in the same way as well."

"I will teach you a unique way, which would only require your lightsaber. Where you'll use it in a way, where it acts as a cloak as well. It is something that may be more suitable for someone like you, and not me." Zeran was done explaining, and they had already reached the doors leading to the Dark Lord.

Once they opened up, he signaled Kalaxa to enter as well. "My Lord, I have arrived." He bowed his head in respect.