Star Wars: All that Remains (IC/Open)

[Theyra]

Star Wars: All that Remains

OOC

Rishi a lush tropical world that was only discovered a century ago by a group of pirates known as the Nova Blades. Since their discovery and settlement of the planet, the world has become a haven for criminals. Pirates, mercenaries, bounty hunters, all are welcome here, as long as you do not mess with the status quo or the Nova Blades. Luckily the natives of Rishi, the Rishii have fared well with their neighbors, preferring to live in the mountains while the non-Rishii live in the lowlands. An arrangement that suits both sides and the two can peacefully co-exist. The only noteworthy event that has happened to Rishi recently was the Battle of Rishi that was fought between the Republic and Sith Empire due to the manipulations of Revan. The thought dead legendary figure that started his own crisis and forced the Republic and the Empire to work together to defeat him.

Now the planet is housing a small group of Jedi that hiding there. After managing to evade the Sith, they are have found refuge among lowlives that regularly frequent visit the planet. For now, they are safe and have taken shelter in a run-down building near the main port of Raider’s Cove. No one noticed or seem to care who this new group was that had taken up residence there. Now they can relax a bit and rest from their journey to his world. For long how they will be safe here is a question that the Jedi may find an answer to that sooner or later.

[Endem]

Grey Jedi Kylesh Treh
Raider's Cove

His small ship landed, it was nothing more than a fighter from before the war. He was here on Rishi because it was a safe haven for those that needed to disappear, and he needed to disappear. His latest adventure wasn't really okay with the law, but still, he saved that man! Anyway, he needed to get someplace to rest, eat and get some maintenance to his weapons, while his lightsaber was okay, his blaster would need someone skilled in working with blasters to look at it, it was still working but, it didn't see any repairs in years.

He walked through some streets when he sensed someone or something there that knew how to use force, Jedi? Another Jedi? Were they here to take shelter or to kill someone, he wasn't a Jedi but he wasn't a Sith, what he was didn't have a name but he used both sides of the force, thus Jedi weren't particularly on good terms with force user like him. But if there were Jedis in that building they would sense him, he would need to go there anyway so why not do it willingly, he walked towards the building

[Theyra]

Rishi
Run-down Building
Wuvl Dace

Rishi, one of the last world that Wuvl would have gone willingly to, let alone stay at. A planet run by criminals, well mostly run by criminals. Mainly the Nova Blades run the show and so far no one had noticed that Wuvl and the other Jedi he had found have set up here. It was not that big of a building, it looks like it used to be a small warehouse that was abandoned for some time now. Still has some old crates filled with illegal goods and some have real supplies like some food and Kolto packs. Makeshift beds were organized near the back of the warehouse, in what looks like an office area. Along with what food and supplies the Jedi had. There were still old rows of semi-empty shelves that were located in the middle of the warehouse.

Wuvl was resting on a makeshift bed and was glad that he found other Jedi. Two padawans, an Arkanian Offshoot, and a Zelosian. Wuvl does not know much about either race, though he understands that Arkanian Offshoots were not treated well by the Arkanians and Thyra was no expectation. The Zelosian, Uneti Luun who was lost his master with a run in by Sith while heading to Ilum to make his lightsaber. It must have been hard for him to lose his master like that. With both of their masters gone, it will be up to him and the other Jedi to properly train them and protect them from any dangers.

Now for the two knights, Zuhii Cedec and Uttohr. Zuhii a Miraluka Consular that protects precious knowledge that can be used to rebuild the order. Plus, her force power which probably is greater than his own will be a get to have on our side. Wuvl has to admit that he did not expect a Wookiee Jedi. He had heard the tales of Wookiees, of their strength, temper, ingenuity, and honor. Fighting with one is sure to be honor and his skills should help.

Lastly, the sole Jedi Master that is with them, Master Emida Val Vura. He does not know much about her but, something feels different about her. Something like he cannot feel her in the force and yet he can see her clearly nearby. Wuvl is not sure of how he feels about it but, having a Jedi Master on their side is sure to be a boon, no matter how strange the master is. He just would like to know why he is this way, though those questions were probably best for another time. When they have found a more permanent and safer place to live. Though Wuvl does not know what place could be that. Definitely not Onderon and most likely not Dxun after that Sith ambush.

Well, another day on the run and at least for now, they are safe. As he was getting up from his bed to stretch, he felt something. Wuvl walked out of the office area and moved closer to the wall to get a better read. "I can a sense that someone is coming and it does not feel like a Sith", He said softly to himself. But, he could tell it was a force sensitive. "Guys", he turned to the others, "Someone is coming this way and they are a force sensitive and not a Sith. I am going to check it out". Wuvl said and put on some clothing that made him like a common traveler and went out the back entrance to meet this newcomer.

[Endem]

Grey Jedi Kylesh Treh
Raider's Cove

He was closer and closer to the building, he expected an attack or at least some form of communication with him. Yet Khylesh was now standing before the front door thinking if he should just go in there. Someone has appeared around the corner, wearing the clothes of a simple traveler, yet Khylesh could feel this man was force sensitive. He approached the man and spoke to him

"You don't have to mask yourself, I can feel you are force sensitive and so you can feel I am force sensitive"

Those words were spoken very quietly, in order for no one else except the man could hear them.

[Theyra]

Wuvl Dace

"In these times, it is better safe than dead". Wuvl said low voice and took a good look at Kylesh. A Zabrak and he is not hiding the fact he is force sensitive. He did not look like a Sith nor did he feel like one. Nor did he look like a Jedi, what he looked like another spacer who had drifted into Rishi. "So who are you and where are you here? Rishi is not the best world for the likes of us. Because I have enough trouble as it is and I do not wish for of it". He said in the same tone as Kylesh and looked him straight in the eye. Hoping that this is not a ploy of some kind and was ready to grab his lightsaber if this Zarbrak proved to be hostile.

[Ormata]

Emida Val Vura

Emida followed behind, moving without a sound, shifting without a whisper. That was her job, after all, to simply not be seen whatsoever by anyone, anything. “You underestimate much,” came a voice from behind the door. The person did underestimate far to much, especially the Sith hunters who had some intention to make the Jedi extinct. It was remarkably poor in most of reality that many did not exactly understand what sort of enemy they were fighting, that they would say such things casually and with little care. It was poor that they boy had been willing to place himself in danger when he did not understand the scale of that danger, that he would just go to the door. There was a reason Emida had followed. There was a reason Emida watched. The words were spoken so plainly, so simply, confident in ignorance and showing to her what she needed to teach. She had to teach caution. She had to teach stealth. That might be...difficult, the Zelosian especially.

She made her appearance know, stepping just behind Dace. A black robe covered her head, a small little frown on her face, and her eyes studied him up and down. Invisible hands grasped at the cloak that was his Force, feeling the material and stains on it, noting the tears and wears from one event or another. It was a fast assessment for fast times, times where understanding had to be built in a breath and punishment dealt in a heartbeat. Her mouth stayed wry as she nodded to herself in one form of knowledge or another, eyes still dark as they flashed down to see where Dace's hand was. He held his lightsaber...foolish. Courageous. Perhaps stupid.

A sigh came from pursed lips. “Go inside,” Emida said to the boy, before her eyes rested on the Zabrak. “Apologies for his...tone. His questions, however, are those I require answers too, even if his reasons are not so valid.”

[Phalnia]

Knight Zuhii Cedec
Rishi

---

Zuhii sat on the floor in a secluded section of the warehouse behind a row of rusted shelves. She found the quiet made it easier to focus on her work. Before her lay a silver cube, it glowed faintly as she meditated before it. Through the Force she reached out, attempting to communicate with the object. It was a holocron. An object that combined holographic technologies with the creators Force energies. This particular holocron had long given Zuhii grief. It was the first that she had found in her archaeological work. But, so far the hologram had rejected all her attempts at communication. Zuhii had come to believe that the creator had not intended any, but a select few, to be able to access the information stored inside.

Her meditation was disrupted by a call from the front of this temporary 'temple'. It was Wuvl, a fellow knight. A visitor had come to their door. Zuhii had been too focused on her meditation to sense their approach. She moved quickly to place the holocron, which had ceased to glow, back into a durasteel canister, where several other holocrons rested. She sealed the canister and looked to the front of the building. To any outsider this would have seemed like a wasted effort on her part. But, to those who understood the physiology of the Miraluka would understand. Beneath the simple cloth band that covered Zuhii's eye sockets she was physically blind. But, with their connection to the Force she and her entire species could see, far better than species possessing eyes. Her Force sight suffered no restrictions in high or low light. It could see through walls. And even determine the alignment of those she could see.

She put this ability to use now. She peered through the walls of the warehouse and saw that Wuvl had already exited to the street. Zuhii could see and recognize his aura. But, the stranger was different. His aura was permeated with the Force. But, it was not the soft glowing aura of the Jedi. Nor, was it harsh aura of the Sith. Rather it was a mix of the two. A tell-tale sign of one who walked the line between Light and Dark. The Jedi Order had taught that such individuals were dangerous, that they were easily swayed to the Dark side.

Zuhii walked through the maze of shelves and stopped behind one, just out of sight of the doorway. She waited for this stranger to act. Instead it was another who acted. Master Emida Val Vura's aura appeared just behind Wuvl. Zuhii would have jumped had her Jedi training not held her back. This Sephi was an enigma. She could appear as a hole in the Force. This may not be an issue for those who could see through traditiobnal means but, for Zuhii it was troubling. Troubling to lose someone from her Force sight. Thankfully, she thus far seemed to be a servant of the Light and one dedicated to the restoration of the Order. Regardless, Zuhii maintained her post out of sight.

[The Isle of The Webb]

Uneti Luun
Uneti sat in a sunbeam, hidden amongst the crates. Muttering to himself
“The temple as the others are calling it isn’t exactly well lit and its found rather embarrassing to wander around bumbling into things especially when Knight Zuhii, who has no eyes, like they were litteralty not there it’s kind of creepy. Anyway she walks about with such ease and grace. So I’m just gonna sit here and meditate in this pile of boxes and consume some strong tropical sunlight, until someone needs me.” His mutters turned quickly into inane ramblings “We could spend months just sitting here, enjoying the sun and taking ocasional sips of water. It was what we’re good at afterall, and what one does well one does well one should do...do what? Whistle in the dark? No that wasn’t right what was it and why was. is Uneti having such a hard time consentrating? Concentrating? Con...cen...trating? What a funny word.’ Uneti shook his head. “No focus. What’s wrong with you, Uneti? Why are you talking in third person, Uneti? I don’t know Uteni. You tell me, I don’t know thats why I’m...wait at breakfast. The syrup you, night lover! No wonder you’re drunk. No we can do this. Focus Mind over Body just like Master Poi taught you. You can do this. One...two...three...breathe. One...two…three Breathe. There that's better, Now don’t do that again.Dunkards do not jedi make. Wait why are people talking I should go investigate that. I should also stop narrating my actions out loud before someone hears me.”

Uneti stood up and began making his way to the crowd gathering at the door. His light pike, which looked more like an aggressive walking stick, in hand. Most of the “Temple” was at the door at this point and from the looks of it there was another jedi there too. Something seemed off about him though, what it was Uneti couldn’t tell, but he didn’t seem right. He decided it was best to let the actual Jedi deal with the situation after all Master Emida was there and she was as strong as she was terrifying. As such he went off to find Thyra, she was a padawan like him after all and, though she seemed flighty and awkward, he was holding out hope she would warm up to his presence or at least not act like startled deer when ever he walked within 20 feet of her.

[Endem]

Grey Jedi Kylesh Treh
Raider's Cove

Kylesh watched as the scene unfolded before him, well he was speaking to a different person that asked the same questions. Well then, why keep them waiting, he started to speak

"I'm just a Zabrak force user, I don't know if the name Kylesh Treh means anything to you"

And for the second question, it was a simple thing, not much of a nuisance if someone was on Rishi before

"I'm here because a thing I worked on didn't exactly go to plan and here I am, as to why I came to this spot, I sensed another force users in this building and decided to see who was it"

This whole situation was going, okay for now, not great but definitely not bad

"Maybe we can continue the conversation inside, I would gladly answer more questions but talking on this street for any longer isn't a good idea"

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

The Story of Thyra,
Arkadian-Offshoot Padawan
Age 19

Thyra had found rest in a hammock upon a balcony overlooking the tight alleyway just behind their temporary home. Home. An interesting word, to be sure, there was so much connotation carried with that word, that she had never shared in. A home was... just another place, just another shelter. She had been bread on Arkadia, that was a home. But it was not her home for long. She grew up on the road- to her, father meant "home". His little rinky dink ship meant home. Wherever they had camped for the night meant home. And when that home is taken away from you, so vested in that one person... what was left? What did it mean to have a home? Did she? Or was it simply a dwelling, a shelter from the storms. She thought of these things as she overlooked the city below, men and women, milling about, far too busy with fighting to survive to notice her there. She held a book in her lap, which had stayed closed there for the better half of an hour. She simply swayed in the wind, and yawned. She had stayed up the previous night on watch by herself, and was enjoying a deserved break, although the humid air radiated by the hot sun gripped her too tight to fall asleep. She looked down to the other object on her lap- and saw her lightsaber. What a damn ironic thing it was. So special, so extravagant, so different it was, while she was second to none as the worst person to use it. Thinking of her failures made her heart ache, and her mind begin to swim. She tried to shake the thoughts out, forget them, but the anxiety had already started to swim, and she soon found herself in a sea of emotions, shaking, and sick. She couldn't help but remember their faces, their names, their voices- all those who she loved, and she let down by her inability to protect them. "God damn it Thyra! Shut up!" She yelled, her cries muffled by the roar of the city by the time they reached the city streets. "I'm sorry okay? Now let me go! No, you shut up!" She yelled at herself, and weakly threw her book against the wall, too in love with it to actually see damage done to it, but too consumed by her own emotional storm to pick it back up. She forces herself out of her hammock, and lazily throws her lightsaber onto the concrete floor, before leaning against the wall, and slowly sliding herself down it, and onto the hard ground below. She buries her face in her hands, overwhelmed. In her state of fear and regret. The crowds, the air, the sound- it's all too much, and she wishes therein she could blind herself- to deafen her ears, and make the sensory overload stop! But then... she hears footsteps from within, just beyond the thin door to the balcony. She looks to the door in dread- "Who could it be? Why now? Don't they know what I'm going thought?!?" She thought to herself, but she knew the answer to her own question, "Of course not... you keep it all in your head."

[The Isle of The Webb]

Uneti Luun

Uneti heard noises and a thump from the other side of the door to the back of the building. Brandishing his pike but not activating it, for fear of someone outside noticing, he approached the door. He threw it open and looked about wildly. “Who goes there, I’m armed and not afraid to…” He looked down to see Thyra. “Oh hey, Thyra I was just looking for you.” He cast a glance at the scene around him he dropped down across from her letting go of his light pike. It smacked against the wall before falling to the ground with a resounding thud. “Are you?” He thinks for a moment still not entirely free of the sugar he had at breakfast “Are you okay?”

[Theyra]

Wuvl Dace

Wuvl looked around and while there was no one near them at the moment. That may change and as so far no one is paying attention to them. It was not comforting that a force user has found them this fast/ They had not been on Rishi long and if this force user has found them then how long till Sith does. As Wuvl was about to speak to Kylesh, he heard Emida's voice. Guess she decided to come out with him, without saying any word that is. It would be nice if she had said something it. He did not think that she was needed out here, he can do this himself. It may draw eyes if two people approached Kylesh rather then just one. Rather than say anything about, he did not wish to cause a scene but, inside of going inside. He just went around the corner and leaned against the wall. Listening in and keeping his eye on the two.

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Thyra, Arkadian Offshoot

The thud of the door shooting open set Thyra off, as the absolute last thing she needed at the moment. With a scream, she grabbed her lightsaber, and with a shaking hand lit it's beam, pushing herself away from him along the wall. Sweat beaded down her forehead, and her heart rate, already pounding, only accelerated. "I'm... fine. I'm fine! What do you want!?" She demanded, her thoughts racing. Coming across as anger, anxiety, fear- neither of these concerns mattered to her as she scowled at him, although even still, her brow fluttered from it's own emotional weakness.

[Phalnia]

Knight Zuhii Cedec
Rishi

---

She felt it. Emotions raging inwards and then raging outwards. Emotions were common enough on Rishi. The pirates, smugglers, and other assorted scum were hardly known for their stoic nature. But, this was different. Zuhii could feel the Force radiate behind these emotions. She knew the danger such emotional outbursts could cause. The Jedi Order had taught them to control their emotions, for their own good and the good of those around them. The padawans here on Rishi had not fully learned this control. With a stranger at their door, Zuhii needed to put the situation under control.

Quickly she traversed towards the rear of the warehouse and neared the origin of the Force disturbance. Through the rusted walls she could see the pair, thanks to her Force sight, padawans Thyra and Uneti. A promising group of learners but, their inexperience worried Zuhii. Thyra had drawn her lightsaber and was brandishing it about. Her aura pulsed violently as she did so. Zuhii had to act quickly. She rounded the corner and removed the hood that covered her head, revealing her long white hair and the simple cloth band that covered her eye sockets. She held her arms out and placed one hand on Uneti's shoulder as she came to a stop next to him. Her focus never left Thyra.

"Thyra," she addressed the Arkanian, "you are safe here. We are your friends. Collect your emotions and breathe deeply." Zuhii took a slow and deliberate breath herself, hoping the young woman would follow suit.

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Thyra the Arkadian Offshoot

Her hands trembled even more, as more people dogged onto and around her. What were they doing here? What had she done wrong? They were the assholes at fault- right? No, no this wasn't right- she fucked it up, she made this escalate, she ruined it. The lightsaber retracted, and clanged against the concrete floor. She turned away from the two of them, and, the shaking now spreading through her entire body, slowly turning to pick up the book from the floor. The whole time, she kept muttering, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine!" Her mind was blanking, like all normal panic episodes that severed her connection both with rational choice makings and to the force itself. She hid her face, and looked away from them, attempting to hide the tears as the sea of emotions kept raging. All these people- oh it was only getting worse. She had scared them both, and they now were concerned for her. Oh god- she had fucked it all up- it was all her fault! Oh god oh god! "You... you don't have to worry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wasn't going to hurt him... I promise. I'm sorry, I'm sorry okay!" And with that she turned to them, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry okay!"

[The Isle of The Webb]

Uneti Luun

Uneti stared into the the blades before him. He watched as it's vibrant purple shifted into a dark wicked red. He looked past it and saw not the young Arkanian girl but a man, covered in tattoos, his face frozen contorted in rage. Something in the back of his mind nagged at him. He knew this man but why he did not know. He felt an emptiness in his mind both void and wall. Uneti reached up to touch the man, but as quickly as the vision came it left and he was back on the balcony, a strong hand on his shoulder.
“I'm sorry, Okay!” Thyra stood before him still panicking. Her lightsaber was off and back on the ground and she was clutching at a book he hadn’t caught the title of.

“Apologies accepted? Thyra look, I'm as much at fault as you are I burst out here without even thinking about the consequences. So let's calm down and start over. Okay?”

[Ezithea]

Cotaii Ameroscu
Abandoned warehouse, Rishi

This planet, this Rishi, was hardly what Cotaii had expected. Beyond that it was disappointing to the young padawan. He understood the situation was desperate but to be reduced to this hiding among thugs and pirates the scum of the galaxy? The worst of them of course were the ones that called themselves the Nova blades. He knew of their wicked deeds and practices. Or at least what ever he could gather from available texts. Cotaii was quick to make up his mind, like many things in this galaxy especially during these turbulent times, he deemed them unsuitable. For this planet especially their presence was a violation of the natural beauty Rishi could offer. Now it was tainted by their negative energies. Now it was... imperfect.

“No” he mumbled to himself shaking his head as if to physically clear his mind. He shouldn't be thinking like that. These negative thoughts were the very same his Master had warned him about. Master. The word ran through his mind over and over now the focal point of his mind. He wondered how long had it been since he'd last seen the Acronan, last sensed the familiar feeling of his mentor's presence? Cotaii continued staring towards the ceiling of the run down warehouse he and his fellow Jedi were supposed to call their “Temple”. His eyes where attracted to a small crack in the decaying roof allowing for a ray of light to seep through engulfing the particular spot he'd been laying down at. The warmth of the sun's heat on his face in conjunction with its general illumination was a comforting feeling for the young padawan. It's simplicity bringing Cotaii a small sense of peace.

Surly his old teacher was fine the Acronan was a Jedi Master after all. He thought to himself. Yet Cotaii new better that was naive thinking. There was no point latching on to wishful thoughts and false hopes. A frown slowly formed on his face with this realization and with a sigh Cotaii got up from his rest spot. The room he was in was isolated from the others if you could call it that. At some point it must have been a maintenance or storage closet of some sort. The rusted shelves aligned against each of the three walls still dutifully held whatever components were once used here. To the young Padawan it was all just junk although one of the others more skilled could probably find some use for them. Cotaii simply left them tampering with them would only ruin the perfectly collected dust. In a way their preservation was beautiful in his eyes. The main attraction of this room to him was its light, the cracked ceiling providing a constant luminous glow that engulfed this room with light from the outside.

Cotaii silently cursed his night blindness as he left the closet now slowly and awkwardly fumbling around the warehouse. The transition to the rest of the building, often dimly lit, was always a rather slow and annoying process. Though he'd spent enough time in this place by now to practically memorize its lay out, there was always the occasional instance of miscalculating a turn or the placement of a shelf resulting in embarrassing collisions. He could still feel the bruises from his first days hopelessly wandering around the place gravitating towards like some night insect. The only other person who knew the pain of this struggle was Uneti Luun, a fellow Padawan like him. He could hear the older boy rambling to himself smirking in amusement as his fellow padawan suffered the result of intoxication. Sugar of all things.

“...No, you shut up!”, the unexpected yelling of Thyra startled Cotaii making him jump slightly. He could sense something was wrong the sensation growing ever stronger the closer he approached. Instinctively he
picked up his pace. When he heard the ever familiar sound of lightsaber igniting once again followed by his fellow Padawan's agitated voice he fell into a full out sprint his heart racing with adrenaline. What was going on, they couldn't have already been discovered? Clipping the side of shelf with a noticeable impact although ignoring its immediate pain Cotaii ready himself reaching for his own lightsaber. By the time he reached the room he was ready to defend himself his adrenaline high, only there was no need. Hilt in hand Cotaii anxiously looked around the room but he could only see three people sensing no other but the three. He could see Thyra turned away physically shaking and seemingly in a panicked state. Behind her was Uneti next to him was the Miraluka woman, one of the Jedi knights, speaking to Thyra in an attempt to calm down the panicked student.

“M-Master Cedec... Uneti, whats going on? Is Thyra okay? Are we under attack?” Cotaii asked in an anxious yet soft tone. His hand still hovering over his weapon.

[Phalnia]

Knight Zuhii Cedec
Rishi

---

Zuhii took a step closer to Thyra. Zuhii was worried that the girl was still allowing her emotions to take control of her. "No one was harmed Thyra. Nothing has happened here that cannot be forgiven." Zuhii knelt down and took the padawan's lightsaber in her hand. With another step she held the hilt out, hoping the Arkanian would take it. The Miralukan was reluctant to press the padawan any further than that. She feared that the girl would only further succumb to her emotions. Zuhii sensed the arrival of a third padawan. Without turning from Thyra she answered him. "We are not under attack, Cotaii, at least not from this side. I cannot speak for the entrance where Emida entertains our visitor."

Zuhii could feel the anxiety and uncertainty surging among all the padawans at the warehouse. The Miralukan had never taken on a student of her own and she often forgot that many were still inexperienced and burdened greatly by the power and responsibility of wielding the Force. These three had even greater strains placed upon them. They had no formal masters and no formal temple. They were like nerfs without a shepherd to guide them. Zuhii had spent the majority of her career as a Jedi Knight in ancient dig-sites and the libraries of Jedi Temples that were once scattered across the stars. In that time she had never considered taking a padawan, there was also a plethora of other Jedi eager to take students. But, things had changed. The Order was routed and their were fewer and fewer Jedi with each passing day. She owed it to the Order to pass on what she knew. Perhaps one of these three would be suitable. Zuhii knew they could all use the guidance.

To that end, she thought it a wise idea to gather the padawans, and any amicable knights and masters, later tonight. The padawans needed training and guidance. And they needed a plan of any kind for the future of the Order. "If the three of you are feeling up to it, I would like us all to gather on the main floor tonight. I believe we could all benefit from some monitored meditation and a discussion of our shared future."

[The Isle of The Webb]

Uneti Luun

Uneti Nodded "I am always up for meditation of any form, Knight Cedec. Although can't speak for the others, I don't think I'll be much use in a discussion of the future, after all I barely know our past." Reaching down he picked up his staff and looked down the alley. "Perhaps we should head back inside before someone not related to the group decides to investigate the yelling and what not." Uneti turned his face upwords and stared directly at the sun basking in it briefly before looking back to the group. "I'm also a bit worried you might burn, Thyra. You're so pale after all." He looked at Thyra and realising what he said put his hand to his mouth, "Er I mean that's not a bad thing if we were on Zelos II you would be being showered with praise I er a. I'm just going to go now before things I make things any worse." He turned and began walking out. " Oh. Bright Morning to you, Cotaii."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Thyra the Arkadian Offshoot

She took the lightsaber gently, breathing deeply, slowly. The shaking subsided partially, and she found herself consumed by guilt, shame, and embarrassment. She looked at Zuhii, the veneer of anger cracking, melting as her lip twitched. "I'll think about it." She says solemnly, and tried once again to look away from the two. She rolled her eyes at Lunn's comments, but, recognizing some level of legitimate care, soon found her annoyance wrapped with the guilt of railing against him, and ultimately chose to ignore it. She hated this kind of attention, it ate at her skin, it chewed at her bones. She sighed, and leaned back against the wall, facing the busy street below, hoping they'd all leave her to herself. Was she to go with them that afternoon? She didn't know herself. It seemed all too mortifying- the thought of facing them again- but she knew she had to. But, because of that, another wave of dread fell over her, and the feeling of sickness lurched in her stomach.

[Ormata]

Emida Val Vura

"I'm just a Zabrak force user, I don't know if the name Kylesh Treh means anything to you"

"I'm here because a thing I worked on didn't exactly go to plan and here I am, as to why I came to this spot, I sensed another force users in this building and decided to see who was it"

"Maybe we can continue the conversation inside, I would gladly answer more questions but talking on this street for any longer isn't a good idea"

Sighing, the Sephi looked him up and down. Just a Zabrak Force-User, of course, that’s what he said. It was clearly a lie, of course, the fact that the Dark Side eminated off of him like a glow being a beacon to note precisely how much of that sort he practiced. He was there, there in a poor place and there in a dark place, even if he didn’t try to show it. Of course, those people who embraced their emotions, they weren’t always full of hate and anger; there were some who practiced in those matters and were full of happiness, joy, lust, full of these things because causing pain gave them joy.

Of course, he was also remarkably vague. A thing I worked on didn’t go to plan, that was something of an understatement likely enough and something Emida disliked greatly. Then again, he was right; interrogating someone in the street wasn’t something the Sephi wanted to make a habit out of. It would do none any good if he refused to talk in public, considering the information she wanted out of him would likely put himself in danger. Then again, that was just the sort of logical progression that would enable a Sith to move in easily enough in. It didn’t arise suspicion without the person already looking for suspicion, thereby creating that annoying bias. While trying times called for greater efforts...it wasn’t like she could refuse all of the aid that came her way.

They needed people. They needed them bad.

“Come in, then.” Turning about, Emida’s full range of Force senses on the Zabrak who wasn’t telling the whole truth, she walked back inside the warehouse to what was evidently a situation previously not under control now under control. The Knight she’d taken on, Cedec, seemed to be good at his job. That was good, as there was...some doubt that she’d be able to actually train the students, not to mention be there the whole time. A Master who stayed at the Temple was something she wasn’t, not at all, not by any stretch of the imagination. Emida wasn’t used to doing such things as teaching, solving the little conflicts…she was used to killing people. Well, that was a depressing thought.

“Cedic. Everything good?”

[Endem]

Grey Jedi Kylesh Treh
The "Temple"

He moved into the warehouse, he knew he probably raised a lot of suspicion, A LOT, but in order to keep himself safe he needed to understate who he was and why he was here. Now, on the other hand, he could speak freely and without danger. He sat on the floor in a typical Jedi fashion and put his blasts and lightsaber before him, he spoke to the woman, apparently force blank.

"I can now speak freely and can answer any questions much more openly, and because of the fact I needed to understate some things back on the street I probably raised suspicion but to demonstrate I mean no harm please take my weapons for the duration of my being here"

[Phalnia]

Knight Zuhii Cedec
Rishi

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Zuhii smiled at Uneti. "I am glad that you will be there, Uneti. All of your opinions are valid, there are too few of us left to so easily disregard any ideas. As for our order's history, I am very well acquainted with the past and am happy to share what I know." She turned to face the assembled padawans. "That goes for all of you. My services are available to you all. I sincerely hope that you all attend this evening." The Miralukan woman turned to return to the warehouse proper.

The muddled aura from the street now sat on the floor of the 'temple'. She could see the objects arranged before the Zabrak. A lightsaber and a blaster. A sincere gesture, as far as she could tell. Her observation of the visitor was broken when a voice called out to her. Jedi Master Emida, called out to her. Her status as a Force Blank was unusual and jarring to Zuhii. Never the less, Emida had never displayed aggression towards Zuhii, for which she was thankful.

"There is no issues Master Vura. Merely a misunderstanding, since rectified." She clasped her hands in front of her and crossed the room to stand opposite Emida, looking over the Zabrak. "Who is our Gray friend?"

[Theyra]

Wuvl Dace

"Kylesh Treh" okay that is a start", Wuvl thought as he headed back through the back entrance of the warehouse. He has listened in on what Kylesh and Emida had spoken about. He walked into seeing Kylesh sitting down like a Jedi and put his weapons on the ground in front of him. "A blaster, why would he have a blaster if he has a lightsaber, he thought? Guess it could be easier to blend in with you are carrying blasters. Maybe he is good with them and... it that a crossguard lightsaber". Wuvl did not think anyone or has known anyone, Jedi or Sith that uses a crossguard lightsaber."That is a rare find", he went to lean on against a wall and kept his glace on grey jedi. Just in case this turns out to be a ploy. Though so far this grey jedi seems trustworthy and maybe he will join them on their journey to find a place to rebuild the order.


Meanwhile near the warehouse
From a nearby alleyway, a male Iktotchi wearing what looked like civilian clothes was stealthily leaning against the wall. With a clear line of sight on the warehouse and watched as Wuvl go back into the warehouse. "So who is your new friend Wuvl? He said softly and moved further into the alleyway. Once he was clear, he pulled out a handheld holoprojector and the image of a female Togruta appeared. "Dela, the Jedi have a new guest and still have not left their hideout", said the Iktotchi.

"Okay, and have you found out more about how many we dealing with? Because I would rather know how many of my droids I need for this gig". Her voice sounded like she was occupied and could be seen working on something.

"I still do not have a clear headcount, they rarely leave the place as it is. I have counted as two maybe three, Wuvl, an old Sephi woman and maybe their new arrival, a male Zabrak".

"Dela sighed tiredly, so there could be more inside.... seriously Ennel you are not making this job sound like an easy run. One jedi is hard enough but, an unknown amount.... I am still wondering how you convinced got me to do this job".

"Dela, jedi are not invincible and there is a reason why there are so few left after the Eternal Empire showed up. You saw the bounty and the credits could get from his job would make us rich and we just need to be smart with this. Now, when are your droids ready and are the others ready?

She signed again, "the guys are ready to go and should be waiting for you in the safe house. My droids still need some finishing touches but, should be ready very soon. These droids are not easy to get let alone make. Just answer now one question that I have about these jedi. How do you know the Mirialan, Wuvl?

A frown formed on Ennel's face, I have crossed paths with that one before. Stopped me from getting a bounty on Duxn and almost killed me. This is a long time coming to Wuvl and I am just glad that I can have my revenge this time around. He grinned with joy and let out a small laugh.

"You sound happy at least and what are we going to do with the Nova Blades? We are on their turf after all and they may not like us to shoot up a place in the city.

"The Nova Blades should not be a problem, as long as things go as plan and your droids pull through. We should be enjoying a nice boost to our bank accounts". He looked around to see if anyone was looking at him and so far the coast was clear Now I got to go and make sure that your droids good to go when I needed them.

"They will be ready, Ennel I always deliver with my droids", Saying that with a hint of pride.

"Good and Ennel out", he turned off the holoprojector and placed it back in his pocket. He left the alleyway and headed to the safe house that was nearby. He would get his big payday and Wuvl would pay for what happened years ago. This time things will not go well for that Jedi and the others that he is with, not this time.