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Borleias

 

Astrographical Information

Region: Colonies

Sector: --

System: Pyria System

Orbital Position: 4

Moons: 1 (Blackmoon)

Grid Coordinates: L-11

 

Physical Information

Class: Terrestrial

Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable

Primary Terrain: beaches, oceans, rainforests

Points of Interest: Alderaan Biotics facility

 

Societal Information

Indigenous Species: imooda

Immigrated Species: humans

Primary Language(s): Galactic Basic

Faction Affiliation: Galactic Alliance

 

Defense Rating: n/a

 

JediRP Canon History: …to come…

 

((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))

 

Adenna Alluyen gets first post.

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[[This is a Jedi Conclave set on Borelias two weeks after the fall of Coruscant to the Mandalorians. Events here take place over around a day or two, but I didn't want to clog up everyone's time or storylines for a month or so. Here, all Jedi (or allies) who wish to be present may do so without disrupting what they were otherwise doing or dragging this out for IC months. Any member of the Jedi Order has been sent an invite via holocomms. That invitation has also been extended to all members of allied forces in the Galactic Alliance/Rebellion and the Imperial Remnant. Special invitations have been sent to any Imperial Knights who have been given preferential treatment and access over other allies.

 

Taking place on Borleias in hastily constructed prefab structures well outside one of the larger refugee camps, the Jedi Conclave was called to determine the path that the Jedi Order would take in response to the rise of the Sith Empire and Black Sun. All members of the Jedi Order have been summoned from the newest of Initiates to the most senior Masters. The primary agenda here is the selection of the new Grandmaster and Council, but a consensus on the overall direction of the Jedi Order going forward is also important. Along with developing the internal future of the Jedi Order, allies have been invited to cement plans for how to prosecute the war. In the event of an emergency, a large number of shuttles and fighters are on standby to evacuate the members, and AA defenses have been established around the perimeter and on the roof. The area is constantly patrolled by several squadrons of fighters at all times with the bulk of the Jedi fleet in geosynchronous orbit providing cover.

 

The grounds are fairly simple due to the haste and limited resources. A large square building approximately 150 square meters was constructed in freshly cleared ground. A smaller second story 50 square meters is in the center of the main building. Around the building, the forest was cleared for another 250 meters on all sides, with an even larger landing strip on the north end. Tents have been set up outside to provide shelter to those not inside the main building.

 

There are three areas where meetings and gatherings can and will take place. Please specify where you are at the start of all posts.

1. The Hall of a Thousand Lights: The second floor of the building is restricted only to Force sensitive members of the Jedi Order, though Force sensitive Imperial Knights may be individually invited in by any Jedi Knight or Master. This is where all internal matters pertaining to the actual Jedi Order will be discussed and decided by Jedi leadership, so there may also be times when even Jedi Padawans and Imperial Knights will be asked to leave.

 

2. The Hall of Peace and Harmony: The first floor of the building is reserved for all members and allies of the Jedi Order who have been directly invited (ie, gained IC permission to join) where they may discuss the general anti-Sith/Black Sun and Mandalorian alliance and coordinate appropriate responses. There is a makeshift Holo communication and command center here so individuals who aren't able to be physically present can interact with those who are on Borleias.

 

3. The Gallery of Inclusion and Friendship: This is an open to the public area surrounding the two halls. Anyone who is not openly hostile to the alliance is welcome here. It is patrolled by both Jedi Knights, Jedi allied and GA soldiers, and battle droids in case of infiltration. Neutral individuals not part of allied factions may come here and petition to be admitted to the Hall of Peace and Harmony, or they may simply watch and learn of what is going on inside.

 

Feel free to interact as you wish without pressure of holding your character back elsewhere. This Conclave will last as long as needed until everyone gets their say. Many things will be decided OOC, but I wanted to allow for some IC playing out to give people's characters a chance to interact and coordinate. Any rules governing multiple aliases interacting are suspended here. Any attempts to cause violence (esp without IC agreement) will be very quickly crushed by heavy security (pretty much the entire Jedi Order and fleet is here). This does not stop any voluntary sparring if various Force users wish to test their skills against others.]]

 

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Adenna Alluyen took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she stood at the main north entrance of the Conclave's prefab structures watching as shuttles began landing. Jedi had begun to arrive for the Conclave earlier this morning and were getting settled in. She had requested the Conclave be called after faced with Master Draygo's suggestion that she become the Grandmaster. She was not entirely comfortable with the idea so she had pulled all the strings available to her to get as many of the Jedi and other allies here to discuss the issue. If someone more suitable was found, she would happily support them. If the consensus was that she was indeed the best choice, she would accept the will of the majority. It wasn't that she refused to be the leader of the Jedi as much as she was not wanting to simply take over and create division and anger from those that didn't respect her or acknowledge her authority. The Jedi needed leadership, not division, and in her opinion, a Conclave was the best way to do that. It would give the Jedi an opportunity to unite with one will and also interact and work with their allies to decide what they were going to do next in this war.

 

She was nervous, but also glad to see things beginning to come together. There was a lot of pain and suffering from recent losses in the air, but there was also a growing sense of purpose and hope as more and more arrived. Already, there were dozens of the Jedi fleet captains and officers in what some brilliant PR person had dubbed the Hall of Peace and Harmony on the main floor, all busily setting up and testing the holocomms suite temporarily stripped from the Adi-Wan that would enable people all over the Galaxy to interact with those on Borelias. Soon, she would join the other Jedi in the Hall of a Thousand Lights to start discussing the future of the Jedi Order. Until then, she was waiting for more attendees to arrive.

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After their ship had settled, the ancient tree-like Neti, Frond and his comrade, Ficcabin Yule the Givin, made their way to the prefabricated structure. The air between the two was silent and somber. What they had been through was nothing that words could express. In fact, putting it into words would cheapen the sacrifices the duo had both made and undergone on their latest adventure. A Padawan and a hopeful, they had done and seen things that even some of their more experienced Jedi companions had not. They had faced the Sith and survived.

 

Shuffling forward, the only sound was the rustle of Fronds leafy cloak as it flowed behind him. In just a matter of a short time the duo were shuffling through the first two halls. Frond's eyes took in the huddled masses, felt the nervous energy that mingled with a faint sense of hope, yet he did nothing to acknowledge or engage it. Instead, he moved through it, an island of calm warmth in the restless wind-tossed seas. An aura of sadness accompanied the Mind Walking Jedi, he had spent eons removed from the flowing tides and ripples of the galaxy The Force had placed him in. Yet, now, here he was. He knew what he had to do. The Force had willed it so. That was the only reason he had even considered coming.

 

Before making his way upstairs, he turned to Ficcabin and offered a warm smile that did not stretch to his sad eyes, lost somewhere in the cavity that had once been his nose.

 

"Leaves tumble with wind

Rough Swords of swirling chaos

An army of Light"

 

Waving his one remaining hand out towards the amassed followers of the light side, before he turned and made his way upwards into the Hall of a Thousand Lights.

 

Arriving, Frond noted that there were a few other, presumably, Jedi gathered in small groups at the scattered edges of the room. He did not recognize any of them; but he could feel their presence in The Force, some calm, some seeking to suppress their aniety at the things that wee inevitably to come in the dark days that lay ahead for the Jedi Order. All of that he felt and brushed aside. It was not why they were here. Ficcabin Yule had expressed his interest in seeing the gathering of the so-fabled Jedi, and Frond, knowing his calling, had opted to accompany the young Givin. He had two reasons; firstly his skills at operating a starship were laughable at best; secondly, he hoped to discover others that would be willing to help drive the darkness that tilted the balance of The Force back towards the center, away from the precarious balancing act it now shifted in, growing more and more unbalanced with each passing day.

 

Making his way to the center of the room, Frond stopped and closed his eyes. He reached out even further with his mind. He hoped that his brother Kel Koon and the Jedi that trained him, Sandy Sarna, would be there. He searched for them, just as he searched for the recognizable invisible vibrating golden line that was any of his fellow force users that he had come to know in his brief time as a student of the Jedi.

 

Even amongst all of these beacons of light, some grayer than others, Frond could feel the darkness. it pressed in like an ever present flood seeking a crack in which to seep. Reaching inwards, a knothole opened in the wooden mans chest, from it he removed the heft of smoothly polished wood and held it in his hands. He could feel the presence of the crystals within as their desires clashed against his own. Darkness and hunger, they only served to further cement the Neti to the cause of balance and to the light.

 

As he reached out looking for his friends, Frond knew that he might have to await their arrival. If there was any one thing a Neti was gifted at, it was being patient.

 

((Parts with Ficcabin Yule posted with permission.

This is considered to have happened after the rescue of Ficcabin Yule from the Sith Nok Morliss, which is still being led up to in the main RP.))

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Ficcabin limped moved after the large tree who's strides outpaced the skeletal givin. It was more of a limp than a step, since the givin was clearly still trying to adjust to life with a new leg. Ficcabin grumbled once as he had to stop and reach down to adjust a gear that had worked itself out of place. Rather using something sleek and smooth, his limited resources available forced Ficcabin to make a prosthetic out of spare ship parts. The lack of outer casing resulted in a monstrosity of gears and wires open to the elements. With each step, one could see how all the parts moved in order to balance the pressure onto the three large 'toes'. While a mechanical marvel in its own right, the leg could've been described as one adjective: ugly.

 

"What I would give to have some of that special lubricant from Mustafar. Stuff could keep gears slick for over the 5,341 squared divided by the temperature of Hoth's caverns...

 

Still, despite his slight verbal grumbling and futzing with the leg, Ficcabin was actually in a good mood underneath. On the flight to Borleias, Ficcabin had actually started to sing in the cockpit, no doubt heard by Frond who had allowed the givin to tag along. Frond had received the invite to attend a conclave of sorts, and when Ficcabin understood that this meant that nearly all of the important Jedi who existed at the time may be there, as well as members of the Imperial Knights (Ficcabin's discovery of them surprised him further), he was on the verge of begging to come along.

 

Ficcabin looked up from his work, and realized Frond had kept going towards the large square building (it's geomentric design tickled Ficcabin's fancy), unaware that the givin had fallen behind. Thankfully, Frond, the only walking and talking tree around, was easy to spot in a crowd

 

"It always amuses me that the benefits of having a tree as a friend always is more than I calculate" Ficcabin chuckled outloud as he tried to hurry along.

 

Once caught up, the two continued silently into the gallery. Ficcabin could feel the somber feeling from his friend. No doubt his thoughts were of their recent experience. How he had recovered so well from Garn was beyond the givin. Ficcabin himself was still recovering mentally and physically. At some point this next week he would need to molt his exoskeleton so his chest would fully heal. Still, Ficcabin tried to hide the fact that he was still recovering.

 

Still, some wounds can't be hidden... Ficcabin thought at he accidentally glanced at Frond's lack of hand.

 

Eventually Frond had turned and spoken to Ficcabin. The given nodded at the latest speech pattern his friend had formed. While the grammar was far better than what Ficcabin had first been accustomed to with the tree, he silently always debated whether or not it was easier to understand him.

 

"Indeed. There are so many Jedi! More than the number of bolts I use on my ship! I mean, I know at one point in the galaxy there used to be about 10,212 in the clone wars, add or subtract a few hundred. But still...this is amazing to see..."

 

Ficcabin glowed with awe as he looked around. Never before had he seen so many Jedi. While he had briefly visited the temple on Felucia, he didn't get to see many Jedi. Just those in the cafeteria, and that included their families, the workers, and who knows who else. While there were plenty of non-force sensitive in this place, here the gathering of Jedi and force sensitives like himself felt purposeful. Something like from his studies of the Jedi.

 

As Frond went upstairs, Ficcabin didn't follow. He understood that the upstairs were reserved for just members of the Jedi Order and Ficcabin at this point was just a hopeful, and Frond was a padawan. Frond no doubt would have permission to go up there with permission from his master, but Ficcabin doubted such invitations would extend to himself. So instead he turned and looked around more. Surely there were other force sensitive here who wouldn't mind having some kind of discussion with him. The Jedi always seemed friendly when he met them.

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The Conclave was a short shuttle ride away. While I chafed at the idea of sitting around with the other Jedi, talking and making plans while there was a war brewing, I knew it was the right decision. I assumed we had been called together by the Grandmaster, and looked forward to seeing what he would decide to do after the catastrophe at Coruscant. I winced. Just the thought of that planet caused significant pain.

 

I headed inside the building once we landed, making my way up to a level that was named "The Hall of Peace and Harmony". I snorted at the words. It sounded like some cheesy Jedi irony--to call a place that would soon hold a council of war something like that. But I immediately clamped down on that reaction. Perhaps it was named in hope. I shouldn't judge.

 

The hall was surprisingly airy for a prefab structure. There were already many Jedi there, but I didn't see anyone I really knew.

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Vos pulled his shoulders together and heard a satisfying 'pop' from a vertebrae. Grunting with pleasure and satisfaction he resumed his pose watching over the grounds as ships came and went, Jedi arrived- Support Staff to Jedi Masters to even two of the reclusive Jedi Shadows. Not that they would ever divulge their true role- they would act as if they were sentinels- a class which was all rare. Tobias could see their impacts on the Force in ways that no one else could. A talent he had been forced into because of his time Beyond the Veil. What he saw in his minds eye was a different matter, he was reviewing the ships in orbit, calculating the cost of the upkeep and how they would pay for it all the way down to what assets the Jedi had as well as what their allies and enemies had. Space battles played through his mind, followed by ground engagements, followed by the communications and electronic warfare. He wished they had a Jedi Master Ace- but they didn't.

 

His hands clasped behind his back, his left gloved hand cupped his right. The staff he used to help him walk was resting against the windowsill, a dark blue shirt was buttoned three down from his chin. A tan vest was zipped up about two inches up from the clasp. The Jedi Robes made him break out in such a vicious manner that sometimes meditation would help but overall it was more of a distraction that it was worth. Last time he had worn them was back on Kashyyyk and he had itched so much that he tore his skin open. Best to take the rebuke and glares that he wasn't in the typical robes and be about his day in comfort.

 

Standing on the eastern facing window of the Thousand Light Room...There were only eight lights illuminating the small room. Here, he sat though- casually waiting for the others to show up. Enjoying the scenery. It was the little things that kept him going day by day, and the afternoon sun on Borleias was almost perfect. Briefly his eyes tracked two figures- a green natoulan and a blue chiss were heading out for a patrol. Tomalauin’kquintan’tus and Tut. As they started to become two blobs , Tobias resumed his survey of the surrounding area- thinking about how to play his role in this upcoming meeting.

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A heavy sigh came from the Kiffar. He was tired of waiting. The title of Jedi Master gave him some authority here, and he decided to push it just a bit. There was work to be done, and this wasn’t time for a cocktail hour. They as a whole group needed to decide what was to be done about their future. He took a proper seat now, his affairs were now complete. With the help of the Force, he called out to the other masters, and others whom would like to have a say in this meeting. Six other masters had informed him of how they would like the Jedi to move forward, and trusted Tobias to represent their interest as they were out on patrol or otherwise engaged.

 

As he touched each Jedi Master present, he put some seriousness and urgency into his message. Words would not easily translate into the Force so the emotions he projected into the message was. Seriousness, obviously for the topic at hand. Then urgency for them to start the session and settle this matter.

 

He pressed his clothes down, the non-jedi attire- it was better not to appear like a bum especially since he was not in Jedi robes. Then took a proper seat, and waited for the others  to arrive.

Edited by Tobias Vos

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The jedi Knight and imperial hearted Sandy Sarna came sliding into the seat next to her old master Tobias Vos. She hugged him briefly before leaning into him while her green eyes took in the surroundings.

“Where is everyone?”

She pushed the padawan’s braid behind her ear, something that she had never removed at the end of her trials, mostly because it made her feel at home among her master’s and now friends, Tobias and Adenna. She was wearing a green tunic with an imperial made chest piece, whose emblem was very visible.

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Hugging the Jedi Knight back, Tobias smiled broadly. Sandy was such a magnificent young Jedi Knight, and she was a good friend. The moment was done however, and the discussion of the day had begun. Where was everyone… indeed…

Letting out a controlled sigh, Tobias gave his assessment. “I do not know. I want to get this gravtrain going. I almost just want to press the timeline. We all know we need a leader, but right now... “ His displeasure was conveyed with a low-groan he gave, implying displeasure at the state they were in at the moment- stalled. “...for now we are wasting time, energy, resources and fuel in orbit. The longer we wait here for everyone to gather the bigger of a target we will be.”

Tobias tilted his head to the side, almost as if the epiphany that he just had made the side of his head heavier.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. “I suppose I will press the agenda and we can begin this discussion now. I know this might irritate people, but we all have our burdens to bear.”

Tobias chuckled, and pressed a few buttons on a datapad then spoke- “All Masters please report to the Hall of a Thousands Lights. Jedi Knights who had prior permission may join as well. Thank you.”

His voice could be echoed through the hallway- his voice carrying on the public address system as well as through individual commdevices he had overridden. Hopefully the discussion would be soon underway and their business here would be done.

Tobias leaned over to Sandy, “How much trouble you think I will be in?” The man chuckled in a manner that implied he wasn’t too worried about the ramifications of the address he had just made.

@Adenna Alluyen @Aira Cadan 

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After one hundred and sixty-two hours of sleepless work, and breaks taken only for rejuvenative trances and to devour ration bars, Armiena’s physiology had bowed to the inevitable. She had fallen asleep. Fortunately, reality had ensued not during a fraught conversation with a stubborn representative of Industrial Automaton or during an attempt at blackmailing the board of directors of Creovive Biotechnology, but in the midst of sketching notes for a side project.

The veteran Jedi woke with drool smearing the screen of the datapad. Awareness gradually returned to her and she pushed away the device, blinking blearily at an alteration she must have made in her half-conscious state. She frowned. A sphere had been sketched on the side of the diagrams of what was intended to her her next lightsaber--she had even notated its kilometers-long radius and outer shell. Hollow?

Unimportant, she decided, and the result of a half-mad brainstorming session after a deliriously long day. Week.

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Several minutes later, Draygo finally arrived at the Hall of a Thousand Lights, the exhausted Jedi Master having been guided by a Gand clerical. Clad in the same simple, somewhat loosely-fitting set of brown robes that she had been wearing the entire last week, Draygo looked and smelled as though she had been working throughout the week without rest. Her metal right hand clutched at an excessively hot mug of caf, and she alternated between long gulps of the steaming beverage and greedy bites of a ration bar.

Tremors of activity around her Force-presence suggested that she was absorbing the heat of the near-boiling liquid to avoid being burned. This was a desperate hour.

“‘pologies.” Another long gulp of caf. Draygo’s pale-green eyes blinked over the rim of the mug towards Tobias Vos. She took in two long breaths of the steam from the beverage and slowly, as though the motion was unfamiliar to her, rose to her full height. “I’m… ready. Yes. When Alluyen arrives, we can begin.”

The veteran Jedi wasn’t entirely certain whether she had missed Alluyen upon arrival to the hall. Admittedly, her eyes were not functioning terribly well in her sleep-deprived state.

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Tobias inclines his head in greeting to Master Draygo. A warm smile crosses his face. Should I stand and greet her? Should I remain seated? Whats the proper way to greet a Jedi Master in a place like this? These thoughts race through Tobias' mind. Best to just sit here and welcome her, He decided. 

 

"No apology necessary, Master Draygo. It is good to see you again. I wish I had had the foresight to get a cup of caf or something before we started, but hindsight is always 20-20." He chuckled for a second, accented with a shoulder shrug. "Yes, we will have to wait for everyone to get here. In the meantime, have you ever met Knight @Sandy Sarna ?" Tobias motioned to the pale girl with blonde hair sitting next to him. 

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Sandy grinned bashfully and extended her hand to Master Draygo,

"I believe we may have brushed by each other at Kashyyyk?" She tried to ignore the fact that she had been far more interested in that imperial knight with the dark hair than any Jedi business. 

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“Felucia, actually.” Armiena’s left eye twitched out of a mixture of anxiety and exhaustion. she cupped the mug of caf to shake the blonde Jedi Knight’s hand. With her metal right hand--her grip came with a surge of heat, it having been clasped around the walls of the scalding beverage. A mimicry of a smile made an attempt at appearing on her face. “It’s been a year of a… month? I think? I interrogated you about my son there.”


No news had come from the Imperial Remnant concerning her son’s fate--though the silence was probably confirmation that Aidan had made it through Kuat unharmed, or at least intact enough that bacta immersion was unnecessary. His capture or death would have been trumpeted endlessly by the Sith.

“I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything from him?”

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