OOC: Broadcast on the secure Jedi Order network.
Alex stood alone against the cold backdrop of space. The twinkling lights of faraway systems blinking steadily behind her. The Republic had collapsed. The Free Worlds not far behind. Even the Empire was a shade of its former heights. The galaxy...
A century was a long time to live. Even for one who expected to last several more. Your perspective changed across those years, as time stretched. Small decisions seemed less important. The ebb of the galaxy more clearly visible. Change occurred not in days, months, or years…but decades. Change...
Ithor never felt like home. The Order had established a presence years ago but only recently expanded with the loss of Yavin. It just wasn’t quiet the same. Alex had called a number of Temples home over the years. Ajan Kloss, Dantooine, New Alderaan, Yavin, and even Brighthome. Those had each...
OOC: This message is carried to the Jedi Order.
Alex stared at the message on her datapad. Her finger hovering over send. She scanned the page again. It was addressed to Zak, Kaisa, Lena, and Tedimor. The message clear enough. (@Logan @Apollyon)
Something is wrong on Coruscant. I can feel...
Do you recognize me? A ghostly image in a wavering pool. Dark circles under her eyes, yellow glinting in the iris. A crooked smile curling up her face. I’m you. She stared into her reflection. Her own pale face staring back. The future? A future. The one path she sought to avoid. Alex had...
OOC: This message is securely transmitted to members of the Jedi Order.
Her face was dirty. Her hair a mess…and her robes scared from battle. The lightsaber hung prominently from her hip. The bridge of a Star Destroyer humming behind her. The holocam flicking on. “My brothers, my sisters…my...
OOC Note: cPvP evacuation
What great power she had…the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. A flick of her wrist could bend reality to her will. She spoke and the galaxy listened. Her words iron commands to Jedi and Resistance fighters alike. What great power she had…Alexandria Voran…yet here she...
Her boots thudded over and over in the durasteel hangar. Her shuttle sitting just a few steps away in the classically seedy spaceport. Alex was frustrated…no that wasn’t right…angry. The Grandmaster’s face was anything but the picture of Jedi serenity. Her eyes stared dangers and a frown pulled...
Peace. Serenity. Understanding. The worlds floated at the top of her mind. Calm. She sought calm. The strength to be still and let the troubles of the galaxy melt away. One deep breath after the other. Find your center…find your peace. Alex huffed out air in annoyance. Her eyes snapping open...
She sat in a seedy bar in a backwater town on a forgotten world that gave allegiance to no one. Alex sat in a corner booth shaded by failing lights. Her hood flipped up over her face. A clear drink swirling in her glass. No one cared who she was here because they barely cared for themselves. The...
Noise sprung up from city streets. Unending, cacophonous noise. The boots of the Jedi thudded softly in the dirt streets. The market of the small outpost in the southern hemisphere of Ithor bustling with activity. Alex’s eyes were closed while she walked. She listened. The hum of the Darkside...
The horrors of New Alderaan suddenly sprang up across the holo. Imperial droid forces landing days away from the Temple…explosions leveling the second largest city. Sith and troopers rushing into the Capital to lay waste to the city streets. The Jedi Temple burning. And finally, the Imperial...
OOC:
Location: Ansion
Timing: After Sith Invasion & Glee Anselm Deceleration but before New Alderaan
The politics of the galaxy were rapidly shifting. Alex had played her hand on Glee Anselm. She could not…no no…would not support a people salivating for racial cleansing. The Anselmi deserved...
The visage of the Grandmaster was broadcast across the galaxy. She stood in the hangar of the Auora with hundreds of Anselmi clustered around her. The news of Ansion had just reached the Council. The combined efforts of the Order, Consortium and GHO had managed to evacuate around 600,000 Anselmi...
Alex did not brood. She was too old and too respectable to adopt such a sour mood. However, if she did brood it would look shockingly similar to the pacing, she did on New Alderaan. The Morellian Jedi was far from the Capital City. She had waded her way deep into one of the larger forests...
OOC: Jedi Secure Communication Channels only. This is not a galactic wide address.
The holovid of her galactic address ended. Alex took one deep breath and immediately flipped on another. Suddenly, her voice would reach each member of the Jedi Order. “The Force has sought to test us. We will...
OOC: Open to any Jedi Master or above
The Council Chambers on Yavin vibrated with the Force. Waves of Light pouring out over the Temples ground. A rhythmic pulse like the beating of a heart. The Grandmaster sat at the center of that ocean. Her mind locked tight but her signature in the Force...
The Yavin Council Chamber collected dust. Empty chairs faced away from broad windows as sunlight streamed in. The regal setting sitting widely unused atop the Temple. The Council rarely had opportunity to formally meet and when they did, it certainly was not staring at each other in a sparsely...
There was a common misconception of the Force. A misconception that greater one’s mastery, the more the Force could be understood…the opposite was true. The deeper your connection with the Force…the great your strength…the more confusing the picture became. You could hear the pangs of sadness...
The lights of hyperspace sped past the Aurora. The Corvette operated with a skeleton crew, having left Yavin shortly after the battle ended. The ship was defused with the Lightside. Two Jedi Master sat in constant mediation to combat the waves of Darkness from the Eternal. Even with the proper...