Open Social Moving Day

[Ezra Thorne]

Ithor
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This was perhaps the most publicity the Jedi were getting since the debacle with the Wookiees on Kashyyyk. There were reporters clamoring all around the temple, pushed back by makeshift perimeters and Jedi Knights actively having to monitor them. Locals and entire groups of people were trying to take pictures and cheering. Local civilians made a party of it, all lining up to catch a glimpse of the action.

Padawans and younglings were warned this would happen, but they were all standing around outside to watch. Classes had to be canceled because this was so disruptive. It was meant to be done discreetly, but of course there was nothing discreet about a Thorne. So the academy was given a day off to just hang out and have fun.

Rows upon rows of luxury speeders were parked nearby. Security details in the form of both droids and soldiers were poised to oversee the operations. It was all very over the top, but Ezra couldn’t control what his parents did.

One of the drivers walked over to open the door to a speeder. Out stepped Ezra Thorne, clad in a designer hoodie, jeans and expensive sneakers, and of course a chrono worth more than this entire temple. He sported a billed hat and he was chewing gum, looking as douchey as possible as he gazed upon his new home for the next few months at least. He wasn’t impressed.

Ezra was used to attention, so he didn’t care that people were screaming or that flash photography was going off in all directions. Social media and news networks were on fire about the ISC President’s son going Jedi. He didn’t care about any of that as he snapped his fingers.

Multiple aides quickly grabbed his multitude of suitcases and bags to follow after him.

 

[Cirilla Shan]

Ciri was trying to get to her dorm room, when she ran into a sea of reporters. She didn't carry a comm unit, so she had missed the message that had gone out warning everyone about the imminent commotion, and had run straight into the media circus that surrounded Ezra's arrival. That she had heard about, it had even made her a little sad to hear the news. She had hoped he'd get out, but looked like he had fallen into the same hole that everyone else here had been pulled into.

Well, nothing she could do about it, so she started pushing and showing through the crowd to get to the padawan dorms. Some of the reporters, not important enough to have gotten a spot up close near Ezra himself, were instead prowling the periphery for any other scoops they could pick up, and she was accosted by them. She ignored the questions as she kept moving, but a reporter with his back to her stepped back at just the right moment and send her books scattering to the ground. As she bent to pick them up she suddenly had a mic in front of her face as a crazy looking reporter and her camera-droid literally jumped at her.

"Hi, Penelope Pimpleton from Entertainment Hourly, could you answer a few questions?" She didn't wait for an answer, jumping straight into a barrage of questions. "Is it true that the President's own chefs will be moving to Ithor to cater to Ezra and his entire class? And that there a fight among the padawans to decide who gets to be in his class? We have it on good authority that the President sent the remaining students a lifetime supply of Thorne Fitness Underwear to placate them."

Ciri just blinked at the woman, completely unprepared for anything like this, and just managed to blurt out an answer for the last, and seemingly most dumb, question. "I..Jedi don't wear..." She was momentarily cut off by another reporter shoving a mic into her face, noticing a Jedi dumb enough to actually respond to them and wanting a piece of the "scoop" as well. "Underwear." The slight commotion had cut off a key word of her reply, Thorne Fitness Underwear had become simply Underwear, and as Ciri looked on the first reporter turned to look into his holocam to begin "reporting".

"This is troubling news, Jedi don't believe in undergarments. Are these the people President Thorne trusts to educate his son? Would you to join a commune of crazies who go commando?" More drivel followed, before the feed cut off as the discussion moved to the station, and the reporter turned to her cam-droid. "Jedi, sexual deviants, that's good. That's very good, page three is ours! Thanks darling!" She patted Ciri on the shoulder before running off, disappearing into a clearing in the crowd of reporters.

Ciri, unaware of the impact of her words, and thinking no one to be dumb enough to believe reporters like the one she had just met, let out a frustrated sigh and once more began pushing through the crowd to get to the dorms.

@Sreeya

 

[Dash Pavan]

Dash hung back as everyone rushed out to see the motorcade pulling up, watching for a moment from a first floor terrace. There were people everywhere and hopefully he could just blend into the crowd for a minute. Many times in his life he had wanted nothing more than to stand out, but now he realised just how comforting the crowd could be.

He had read about Ezra, a lot. They had talked about his family together. He knew who he was, what he came from, and what came with him. But seeing it all arrive was something else entirely.

It was not just the money; the glamour, the aides, the multiple suitcases being unloaded. Dash understood money. But the cameras and the consternation, the little storm that Ezra brought to sleepy Ithor. He had been staying at the temple a long time and never seen anything like it. Not here. Not anywhere.

It was a different life, he could see that now. He was on the very edge of it and still had time to step back.

Then there was the man himself. Ezra looked the best, as always, even from here. Dash never failed to be impressed by how that guy could get out of bed in style, watching with smiling eyes as he ordered his minions around.

He had to be here, he wanted to be here and he told himself he was ready. He had another fresh outfit on, the only thing he could do to make himself feel prepared. He might meet them today. The Thornes. Who was he kidding, how the hell did you prepare for that?

Biting his lip and calming his breathing, he started down the steps.

@Sreeya

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Emryc Thorne, head of the ISC, is possibly the most famous man in the galaxy. The possibly second most famous man in the galaxy was his husband, the first man of the ISC, Jaikus Thorne. Hera took a full minute to understand the gravity of the information packet she had been given days in advance of this occasion. It had dawned on her as she read that report that Emryc Thorne and the head of the ISC were the same people. The two most prestigious and powerful positions in the galaxy, head of ISC and most famous man, were held by the same person. It had simply never connected in her mind before that moment.

And now his son was here- kriff.

Hera had fought with attempting to wear her best clothes for the occasion until she discovered that her best clothes were still in a storage unit on Chardaan. Cursing everything and everyone in her mind, she donned the same damn thing she wore everywhere and all the time. Her green suit of armor, armor weave underlay, and Jedi cloak. Now, she found herself outside, blackened goggles barely blocking out the hustle and bustle of the locals and local papers flashing photography.

Most Knights were tasked with holding back crowds, but Hera wasn't one who followed orders like 'join the line' and 'keep back the crazies.' Rather, she wanted to see this new Padawan as he arrived, and her own Padawans were among the Jedi coming out to see this new arrival. What kind of master would she be if she didn't keep a close eye on them? Crossing her armored arms, she scanned the crowd from her side-line position to see if her Padawans had mingled or were waiting inside the temple.

"Master Jedi, Master Jedi! Do you believe Ezra Thorne looks like his father?" A reporter grasped Hera's arm quickly and firmly, shoving a mic in her face with the question. "Who-?" "Are you saying you own know Emryc Thorne? President of the ISC? Jaikus Thorne? CEO of Atlos?" Snapping around to the camera, the reporter immediately spoke to her self perceived audience, "That's right! Apparently, the Jedi don't even know who the Thornes are! How can they protect Emryc's son with so much rampant ignor-"

At that moment, Hera placed her gauntlet hand over the camera and spoke loudly and firmly to the reporter. "Enough lies. Do not extrapolate information that I did not state. You have exactly two seconds to remove yourself from my presence or I will throw you out myself." A stillness passed over the pair before the reporter turned to the newly uncovered camera, "The Jedi may know who the Thornes are, but they seem to be a far more violent bunch than initially reported! In this segment, I will outline the intense act of violence enacted on my person-" The reporter's voice trailed off as she left Hera's earshot. While her tune didn't change, she got the message.

Sighing, Hera turned her head up towards the temple steps, more and more trucks began to pull up as the young Erza kept walking. How could one kid have so much stuff? Would he even notice if an entire truck went missing? Hera wondered, internally confused at the wealth of the Thornes.

 

[Maura Starwalk]

Maura had been asked - or rather, assigned - as Ezra's orientation person. This also meant she was supposed to help move him in. "Ezra Thorne." She'd heard the name before, of course, thanks to his relation to Emryc and Jaikus Thorne. But she'd never met him before (so she thought), so she was entirely fine with this assignment. She liked meeting new people, and she was very curious to see what the son of the ISC's president was like.

Of course, as soon as she set her eyes on him, she recognized him. They were in broad daylight and his hair wasn't violet, but it was only a moment before recognition lit up like a lightbulb behind her head. "Oh, Ciri's friend!" Not her date, she recalled, which was good since Lia seemed interested in the part-Sephi. "I think..." Their confrontation was all but forgotten between the alcohol and the other more important events that took precedence from that night.

Since it was really just another day at the temple, Maura was dressed casually in black sweats and a black t-shirt and her beloved red J's. Ezra might be famous, and a lot of her peers might've chosen to wear their finest, but since Alex had cracked down on her wearing nice robes outside the temples, she took advantage of every chance she had to dress comfortably.

She stood on the steps of the temple, and as soon as Ezra and his aides began making their way over, she waved her hands enthusiastically to catch his attention.

"Hey, over here!" She'd been told where he'd be staying so she could lead him and his help over to his new dorm room. It was one of the nicest ones Ithor had. She was a little jealous since it was a lot bigger than her one on Brighthome. She imagined it was still small compared to wherever he used to live. It was a dorm room, after all.

"I'll show you to your room!"

tag: @Sreeya

 

[Zathria]

"Just get through the meeting with the parents" she had said. "It'll all be downhill from there," she'd said. "It'll be fine," she'd said.

Zathria, you're an idiot, she said now. She had no idea how to even tackle this much publicity. Just pretend it wasn't there? How were they here?! Someone had flapped, but that wasn't really Zathria's concern right now. Well, actually, it kind of was, but it was one of many concerns and not the most pressing one.

Ooookay, she thought, pressing out of the temple and immediately being assailed by the throng of reporters. There were flashes of light and the Echani found herself nearly falling over from the abundant flashes before she covered her eyes and pressed on. Nevertheless, the first couple of pictures had had a face that looked unflattering.

After (mostly) lightly pushing her way through the crowd, she'd finally made it out to where her new Padawan had just pulled up.

Welcome to Ithor, Ezra, she said with a smile, but unfortunately, he probably wouldn't hear her over the array of camera clicks and screaming reporters. Zathria was unamused.

Maura was yelling at him, too, but she wasn't really sure he would be able to hear her, either. She already couldn't wait to get back inside.

She looked out past the crowd and squinted. Was that a full company of ISC battle droids?

 

[Liana Mason]

Ever since she had stumbled upon Ezra Throne on Coruscant, she had wondered if he'd ever cross paths with any Jedi again, but that question had obviously been answered when first rumors, and then the official announcement had been spread.

HE WAS GOING TO BE A JEDI!!

Liana literally couldn't believe it. She had babbled about it for days and now that he was finally coming, she was just soooo samn excited, even more excited than usual and even more than normal for the bubbly, blonde padawan.

With wide, excited, overjoyed eyes she had watched all of his stuff being brought over. There were no classes today and even the press and countless reporters were here, so today was just such a special day!! When she finally spotted him, she squeezed through the excited crowd, right to where she spotted one of her best friends (@lizziie) and joined her excited waving.

The older padawan had been assigned to show him around and Lia was absolutely planning on joining the tour! "HEY EZRA! Omg I soooo can't believe you're finally here! This will be soooo excited, for you, for us, for everyone!". It was probably soooo damn exciting for his parents, too!!!

@Sreeya

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Ferrin could barely believe the news when it first broke on Ithor. While the Pantoran had several run-ins with Ezra Thorne since that Galactic Cup on Ord Mantell, the dude being Force Sensitive was a complete and total shock. The quarter-Sephi seemed weirdly drawn to the Jedi and their social events, and for months Ferrin had reasonably chalked that up to his own dashing good looks that kept the other dude coming back.

Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, the Pantoran was actually rather giddy to hear that Ezra would be joining the Jedi.

While many of his peers struggled to deal with the reporters, Ferrin was strangely pleased by their appearance. He didn’t miss an opportunity to flash a charming smile and flex of his lightly-muscled physique for the camera here and there, and it didn’t take long for the Pantoran to catch the attention of a journalist shoving a mic into his face. He opted to ditch the robes for the day, dressing in some of his nicer clothes.

“Me and Ezra? Oh, we go waaayyy back,” He had been in the middle of telling her, casually hooking his thumbs into his pockets. The journalist in question was very intently taking notes, interested what the Pantoran had to say regardless of whether it was true or not. “Met a while ago at the Limmie Grand Cup on Ord Mantell - invited me into his private box and everything in the middle of the game.” He smiled, politely glazing over that Ferrin had snuck into the private box, been thrown out, and scaled the maintenance rafters with Ezra.

“I see,” The reporter nodded, “So you know him well, I take it?”

“Oh,” He leaned in a bit, “You could say we are intimately familiar,” The Pantoran said smoothly, throwing in a wink before walking right past the journalist, leaving the woman and nearby reporters with a flurry of questions he didn’t even hear. Instead, the Pantoran weaved past the crowds and walked right towards Ezra - as if he’d known the quarter-Sephi since they were kids.

“And here I thought you were getting tired of us Jedi,” Ferrin said with a sly grin towards the quarter-Sephi,

@Sreeya

 

[Cirilla Shan]

Ciri pushed her way through the crowd, till she finally reached the dorm entrance, having to squeeze through the last line reporters before finally stepping through into a pocket of space. In the process the cloak she had draped over her clothes got pulled off, revealing the outfit she was wearing underneath, having just returned from helping some of the locals treat their animals.

Finding herself face to face with Ezra and Ferrin, an eye-brow rising ever so slightly at Ferrin's comments about his level of familiarity with the new arrival. Just how many Jedi had he been hanging out with? She was about to speak up, but some reporters pushed her from behind, trying to get closer to Ezra.

Finally snapping, she whipped around to face the reporters threatening to inch closer. Putting her hand into her bag, she pulled a large syringe, used to administer medicines to some of the larger beasts, and stared down the reporter closest to them. "Anyone entering the temple needs to be vaccinated. Who's first?"

At first they thought it was a joke, but when the look on her face did not change the reporters started pulling back. Slowly more space opened up, as the group up front started edging back from her, so she finally turned and began walking up to the dorm entrance, catching up with Ezra and Ferrin.

"Is this going to happen every day? I only have so many syringes."

@Sreeya @Altaris

 

[Rahman Bahadir]

Rahman found the facination around Erza to be humorous but also a little concerning. Sure the boy had famous parents, but he couldn't help but imagine how difficult it must have been growing up under such great shadows.

Perhaps he'd enjoy the media spotlight, but such a position would also come with a struggle to maintain a semblance of privacy. Though Rahman was practically a nobody, he clearly understood what it was like to stand out from the crowd through no fault of his own.

The Orcolan would use his massive size to help control the crowds from going absolutely rampant and try to calm things down, watching the commotion in full swing as Ezra moved in. He could only hope that once the boy had settled in and the next biggest story came out, that Ezra would be given the space he deserved to learn in peace.

 

[Jayna Thorne]

Under normal circumstances, Jayna wouldn’t be caught dead on a Jedi planet - let alone get this close to one of their drab temples. The Thorne heiress staunchly followed her parents views on the Jedi, and despite the abundance of good-publicity charity work she did, the girl had little interest in going to rub shoulders with the Order of Force Users. Of course, all of that changed in an instant Ezra. For all of their differences, Jayna cared deeply for her twin - and knew that this was an important day for him.

She knew that her brother feared being the black sheep of their family, and was committed to proving him wrong in every way - coming out in full force with her Papa and the entourage to support him.

She was entirely accustomed to the flash of camera and swarm of media, unphased as their cluster of luxury speeders pulled to a stop. Within moments, a member of security opened the door for the daughter of the President - extending a hand for Jayna to step out into the open air. As expected, she was dressed to the absolute nines, prepared for the sheer volume of tabloids and photographs that would be taken.

Jayna was adorned in designer brands from head-to-toe - sporting a custom Bonheur blazer and pants that had been personally commissioned, alongside a white blouse underneath. Her dark hair was lightly curled and styled, while her outfit was accessorized with Corusca Gem jewelry, black sunglasses, a chrono and matching heels - the latter which gave the already tall woman several inches over the crowd.

“Gods,” The Thorne muttered towards her brother, glancing at the Jedi that approached. It didn’t take her long to spot Ciri - immediately recognizing the girl, but also spotting the nurse outfit and syringe she carried. Naturally, Jayna simply thought the Padawan was serious, and that Jedi worlds were effectively third-world nations where a regiment of new vaccines were necessary to visit. “I told you, you’re liable to catch something from these people.” She glanced past Ezra, ignoring the blue-skinned dude that seemed way too familiar.

Instead, her gaze settled on the fresh-dressed Padawan approaching from a distance. She allowed her gaze to linger for a moment or two, glancing over the top of her sunglasses to reveal the frost of her silver gaze.

Okay, maybe they all weren’t so bad.. @Alhon

@Sreeya @Alhon @Wit @lizziie

 

[Leon Baudelaire]

Ithor was a mad house. Leon’s newly assigned Malla-Class Starfighter banked around the Jedi Temple’s perimeter. He and a handful of other Padawans had been allowed to fly patrols on a regular basis in preparation for the big event. Of course, Leon didn’t really get all the fuss. It was just Jabba for force's sake.

“Alright team, we’re done. Report back to the hangar and go have a good time.”

Leon kissed his teeth, they’d only done half the circuit… he swallowed his annoyance and banked with the others back toward the temple's hangar. As they arched overhead he looked down and his eyes went wide with shock at the opulent display below.

“Yikes, that looks like a hassle,” he muttered.

Another one of the padawan’s came on the line, “Can you believe Ezra Throne is a Jedi now?”
A second chimed in, “I heard he’s the new chosen one.”
A third, "I’m more interested in his sister. She’s a total smoke show.”
A female voice came across the com, “Ugh, grow up, Daz.”

Leon’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Jabba had a sister? A mischievous little smirk settled on his lips. He looked back down to the crowd below. Maybe this was going to be more fun than he thought.

A few minutes later he was back in his dorm and changing into the outfit Dash had styled him in. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with a frown of appreciation, well aside from the “X” scar on his left cheek from Kashyyyk. Dash was good, next time Leon saw him he made a mental note to say thanks. The commotion outside was starting to pick up. The wave of excitement he could feel in the force was practically tangible and it was definitely infectious.

Leon stepped into the hall and made his way to the dormitory entrance. The hallways were flooded with people. Everyone was trying to see the celebrity coming to bless the peasants with his humble presence. Somehow Leon managed to make his way to the front just in time to spot Dash (@Alhon). Leon met him just before they both hit the press line that was currently trying to scream its way into Ezra’s attention span.

Leon came up behind Dash and threw his arm around him in a hug. “Ugh, he’s gotten so big, I can’t believe he finally believes in the magic inside.”

It felt like he buddy was being a little timid, which was weird, normally Dash was the first to take a shot at ole Jabberino. "Wanna embarrass him?" Leon asked flashing Dash a smirk.

Leon stepped around the press deftly slipping protruding microphones like he was in saber practice, Luckily at about the same time a Pantoran (@Altaris) had made the same move. The newcomer distracted Leon just long enough for him to bump into someone (@Altaris) else, “Oh,” he said, instinctively throwing his hands out to catch whoever he'd run into when suddenly he was looking into the most beautiful pair of eyes he’d ever seen, it was like staring into moonlight personified. Ezra's sister.

“Huh, I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be prettier than your, brother.” he said before making sure she was alright and immediately letting go of her. “Sorry about that!” he said flashing her an apologetic smile. Then he turned his attention to Ezra (@Sreeya), “About time,” he teased, all apology leaving his smile as it widened. All the facade aside as Leon looked between Dash and Ezra and he couldn't help but feel at home. And that was a realization he'd never let either of them know mostly because Ezra would never let him live it down.

Then he heard a familiar voice behind him, he turned to see Zathria (@Phoenix) and a younger girl (@lizziie) wearing what Leon wanted to be in along with some of the dopest shoes he'd ever laid eyes on. He made a mental note to get to know her. He vaguely remembers a paintball party invitation he'd gotten the day they landed on Kashyyyk, but then brushed it away. Realizing he was probably more than in the way he gave Ezra a playful shove and stepped aside. The side he stepped to just so happened to be the side Jabba's sister was on.

Huh, what a coincidence, the force sure did move in strange ways.

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra was used to all the attention, but for the first time he felt truly at ease. He spotted Ciri ahead, her presence giving him a sense of familiarity. Her morose and depressing demeanor was who she was, and it wouldn’t be Ciri without it. Next came loud mouthed Ferrin and Ezra had to fight to roll his eyes. His keen ears picked up all the ramblings the Pantoran made to the reporters, but he wasn’t too concerned.

His Master - it felt strange to think that - was struggling up ahead, meeting a challenge tougher than trees in the form of reporters. Ezra gave her a nod as he silently made his way through the parting crowds. He glanced over as his sister fell into step beside him, actually slightly taller than him in her heels.

Lia called out at him, his ears twitching from the shrill frequency of her voice. Ezra gave her a wave as he kept walking. He slowed down as he approached the entrance to the temple, knowing his family couldn’t venture much further. His gaze flicked ahead as he heard his sister speak, following her line of sight.

He felt a flutter in his chest when he saw the cause - Dash (@Alhon). It was the first and only time Ezra’s features genuinely softened, a sudden rush filling him upon seeing the blond man. He caught his sister staring and had to roll his eyes, “Cool your jets, sis, you don’t have the bits he likes,” Ezra said with a smug grin.

His glancing at Dash was interrupted by Leon (@Zay) suddenly materializing into his line of sight. Ezra scowled immediately, though he would never admit he was genuinely happy to see the idiot. He could tell right away he was going to make a beeline towards Jayna and quickly muttered, “And that guy has genital warts,” to her right before Leon's approach.

“Looking slick, Yawn,” Ezra called out to Leon, “There’s no way you dressed yourself,” He reached out to fistbump his friend moments before he conveniently fell into step beside Jayna. The tightening of Ezra’s jaw and the slight bristling of rage was unmistakable.

“Hey Ciri,” Ezra said as he arrived, the syringe trick effective in keeping outsiders at bay. He glanced over at the girl from the club on Zeltros. He vaguely remembered being rude to her, but that was over and done with now, “Hey Maura,” He said, recalling her name, “Lead the way.”

Somehow, he felt entirely at home.

@Phoenix @lizziie @Altaris @Black Noise @LadyRen @Wit @Xorism

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

Jaikus knew how important this day was for Ezra. The decision for his son to join the Jedi wasn’t an easy one - nor one that the Axxilan, even in that moment, felt entirely comfortable about. It was a reality that his baby boy would always be at the forefront of danger as a Jedi, and for all of his influence and power, Jaikus couldn’t protect him from it anymore. It meant letting go, and would be the source of more worry for both him and Emryc than Ezra would ever realize. But none of that prevented the Axxilan from showing up in full force for his son.

It was Ezra’s choice in the end, and the Axxilan would support his son unconditionally - regardless of what path he chose in life. This, of course, came with all of the extravagance and over-the-top behavior the Axxilan was known for.

Stepping out of the speeder, Jaikus immediately adjusted the stylish suit jacket he wore - though his emerald gaze paid little mind to the reporters or their questions. Instead, he stared down one of the droid movers. “Be especially careful with that,” He commanded, brows knitting together at once. The Axxilan already knew that box in particular was filled with a few trophies from Ezra’s childhood.

“Ezra!” Jaikus called out to his son, immediately walking over to where the quarter-Sephi was standing. “Are you sure you have everything you’ll need?” He asked, glancing back at the moving crews while doing a mental count in his head. “I don’t know what amenities the Jedi even have..” Zathria had made assurances, but the Axxilan wasn’t entirely convinced - and wasn’t about to let Ezra go live in squalor. Without thinking, the Axxilan reached over to adjust the hoodie and hat his son wore ever-so-slightly - fussing over him that bit. “I’ll double check with the movers before they leave. Just to be sure.”

All the same, he fell back a bit when the quarter-Sephi’s peers started to walk up - watching them all for a long moment. He didn’t miss the friendly exchanges from most of them and the high pitched squeals from others. He offered Zathria a small nod of acknowledgement from a distance. There was an unspoken understanding between them - that Zathria was responsible for protecting and training his flesh and blood, and that Jaikus knew where the woman lived if anything ever happened to Ezra. He couldn’t help but overhear the comments being made by a Pantoran nearby, immediately causing the Axxilan’s jaw to tighten in response. Jaikus could practically smell the bullshit a mile away, and saw the Padawan was feeding the media stories for nothing but attention - none-too-pleased by it.

His gaze narrowed on Ferrin, and Jaikus could’ve sworn he saw some of the color fade from the Pantoran’s expression when eye contact was made.

Of course, Jaikus paid far more attention to a different Padawan that Ezra was looking at. The Axxilan’s emerald gaze flicked over to Dash, taking a moment to appreciate the boy’s crisp attire and style. Jaikus’ expression immediately lit up and tugged towards a smile, recognizing the way that Ezra softened upon seeing the Padawan. He flashed his son a knowing smile, one that spoke a dozen words without uttering a single one. Jaikus couldn’t help but see Emryc in his son - sporting the same frosty expression, with all the significance in those little shifts and hints of a smile.

The Axxilan followed closely behind, feeling some hints of sadness as they approached the temple entrance - knowing it was as far as he could go. There was a part of Jaikus that wished he could go back in time, to a place where the quarter-Sephi was still that silver-eyed little boy that the Axxilan took to his first Limmie Game. It was a thought that brought a faint smile to his lips, a small sigh exhaled.

As they reached the steps that led to the temple entrance, Jaikus began to close the distance between himself and his son, “Looks like this is the end of the road for me,” The Axxilan said with a small smile, reaching up to give Ezra’s shoulders a squeeze. He made a point to brush some of the dust off his son's designer hoodie, to fix the single little piece of hair that stuck out from his hat, before placing both hands to cup the quarter-Sephi’s face. He knew others likely saw what was happening but Jaikus didn’t care in the slightest. “I am so proud that you have found your path, Ezra.” He said quietly, loud enough for his son and Jayna to hear. “And I know you are a spectacular Jedi. One to put the history books to shame.” The Axxilan smiled fondly, shamelessly pulling his son into the tightest hug he could muster - arms wrapped around the quarter-Sephi, while one hand gently rested against the back of his head. “I love you, my Ezzy.” He muttered quietly.

 

[Maura Starwalk]

Maura, like Zathria, wasn't sure if Ezra would hear her over the noise of the two million gajillion reporters and people that had manifested in front of the temple. She had no idea where they'd come from, especially since reporters never cared about the Jedi temples in the first place. She (correctly) assumed it had to do with the arrival of the Thorne(s), and found it almost a little nauseating. In places like clubs or disco, the noise and chatter was almost overwhelming, but there was always a rhythm to it that gave her something to grab onto and steady herself. This? This was just chaos, and not the fun kind. She was eager to get inside.

Like every other padawan waiting on the new addition, a reporter soon accosted Maura with a notepad and pen in hand. But as he began to speak, Maura promptly placed both of her palms on her ears and pretended that he did not exist. What was he going to do, blabber on to someone blatantly ignoring him?

Thankfully, it seemed Ezra did in fact hear her above the shouting and demanding of reporters. Hera's snappy words seemed to scare some of the more brazen reporters off, and the padawan finally let her hands drop and fold across her chest.

Maura would walk inside the temple, pushing her shoulder against one side of the large door until it locked into place. Someone else did the other side as well, giving Ezra's movers plenty of room to shuffle in. Knights waited and watched over them, making sure any sneaky reporters didn't worm their way into the temple.

"Geez, do you have to deal with that all the time?" Maura shook her head as if she was shaking the sound of her ears. She could still hear the loud buzz of the crowd outside, even after they were further down into the hall. "Anyways, you're pretty lucky. You got one of the dorms in the North West hall, which got renovated recently, so they're pretty nice."

Or so she'd been told. She hadn't actually gone to look earlier when she had the chance because she had gotten distracted by a game. But it was fine. She knew the room number. That was enough.

"Is this...all your stuff?" Surely that was it. There was already a ton! Though, if there was anything else... "There are certainly plenty of people to carry it." How many Jedi did he know beforehand anyway?

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[Dash Pavan]

Dash saw more than a few faces he recognised as he wove between the growing crowd. Lia and Maura were there, bringing the joy like always, and the slightly more off-the-wall Ciri too. Some might think it strange, how Ezra seemed to bring the Jedi together without having been in the club himself until now. But Dash knew all about the other teen's unusual brand of magnetism.

Leon's hug came out of nowhere, but lifted Dash up no end. The cheery Padawan was pretty much the only person here who knew it was a big day for Dash too. "Well you know Ez doesn't do anything by halves" he replied "once he knew he was Force Sensitive, it was probably only a matter of time before he turned up here to show us all how to do Jedi properly".

Part of him was still weirded out a little by Ezra entering the Jedi part of his life and the chance to embarrass him and bring him down a peg had some appeal. But the closer he got, the more he was overtaken by sheer happiness that they could now be together properly.

That was when Jayne bumped into them, or rather Leon into her. Dash had seen her in photos, but she was still gorgeous in person, jet black hair and a first class blazer and blouse looking a million credits. Her and Ezra were both cut from the same diamond. "Hi" Dash said, smiling "nice to meet you. Leon here will be mortified, he's normally such a gent". He meant it and said it with sincerity, gently nudging the other Padawan forward as best he could.

Then he saw Ezra's dad just behind Jayna and his mouth went dry. It was the scary one, rather than the scary scary one, but he still didn't know what to do for the best. Jaikus actually looked a tad shorter than the rest of clan, studying the crowd with green eyes rather than silver. He married into the family remember said a voice in his head just like-

Dash shook off the thought, watching with amazement as Jaikus said his fond farewell to Ezra, hugging him tight. The love was plain to see and the warmth of it extinguished all of Dash's doubts. They were just a family like any other.

He stepped closer, trying to catch Jaikus eye before he left. "Hi Mr Thorne" he said, reaching Ezra's side "don't worry, we'll look after him". It was a promise for sure, whether the big man knew it or not.

Turning, he looked up at Ezra, all silver eyes and sweet cologne as always. Who was he kidding, he saw him, smelled him, wanted him. It was a small thing to grab the pockets of his hoodie, jump up and plant his lips on his.

A thousand camera flashes went off like a solar flare, but Dash didn't care. He was ready for whatever this moment meant.

Ezra was in his nest now and nothing in the galaxy could touch them.

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[Eirik Sunwielder]

By all the Gods, what sycophantic weasels!

Eirik’s eyes panned around the crowd that threatened to wash over and into the Temple. Splendid mid-morning sunlight shone down from above, the great star glaring down at those gathered like some vigilant guardian. The air was clear, a baking blue. The temple steps, paved in the same blue-grey ouslite that the temple was constructed from, were bright in the sunlight and dank in the shadows of narrow streets beyond the temple. Mobs of civilians gazed up at the Jedi, shielding their eyes from the glare where the heavy-blossom trees planted around the grounds did not suffice. He was dressed in a simple linen shirt, earth-toned breeches, and high, buckled boots. His lightsaber, clipped to his belt, dully reflected the light above.

Ithor was a beautiful world unmarred by the affront of civilization. The temple, situated on one of the floating cities, stood alone in an area assigned to them by the planetary government. Defensive turrets, hidden among buttresses on the exterior corners of the temple, warily watched the skies for danger. That had been a hard-fought battle with the pacifist Ithorians, but, ultimately, the needs of the Jedi dictated that they have defenses in place in the event another attack happened. The defenses were active, though hidden from the crowds. Eirik would have preferred that they build the temple hidden on the planet’s surface, but he understood and respected the wishful quirks of the natives to not disturb the sanctity of nature. It just meant that they would need to be ever-vigilant here.

Ground cars and fliers were parked along the street approach, some in defensive herringbone, while others merely rested in singular file. Sleek, black, and polished to a sheen, the vehicles reflected the sun into Eirik’s venom-green eyes. He squinted hard against the glare; face locked into a rictus of stern repulsion. He didn’t understand all the hubbub. A cursory reading over the data-packet given to all Knights and Masters informed him of the importance of Ezra Thorne, but he was, to Eirik, still just a boy from a powerful family. The Jedi took beings from all walks of life; this was no different.

What fetid corner of the galaxy breeds these fawning idiots? he thought to himself, pushing back against the pressing throng of reporters and paparazzi. ”- thoughts on Ezra Thorne joining the Jedi?!” ”What precautions are the Jedi taking to protect-“ ”- color do you think his lightsaber will…” ”- Jedi purchasing Thorne Fitness Underwe-“ "Jedi refusing to answer-"

The questions came and came and came. They were endless, shouted into his face from all angles. Like a storm, the thunder of questions followed the flashes of cameras in places where Eirik could not slap them away. For the simple shamanistic Jedi, it was sensory overload, and he quickly found his patience wearing thin. A firm shove to the chest knocked down a reporter trying to duck under him and breach the perimeter of the temple, prompting cries of Jedi aggression and violence against innocent journalists. Eirik groaned and beckoned over one of his comrades to take his position while he stepped away.

Eirik had already been waiting at the top of the approach as the party escorting Ezra began to climb the steps. A frustrated bead of sweat traced down the edge of his cheek before being caught by his beard. If this chaos was going to be an everyday occurrence, he was going to lose his mind. He warily watched the trailing moving crews begin to haul in the boy’s stuff, alert for would-be agents of their enemies. The sheer wealth of the family astonished him, and he began to wonder what this would spell for the struggling Order to suddenly have such financial backing – if only for one member.

 

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Overall, the Jed Knight had been ignored by the myriad of Padawans circling around their new arrival. She counted them as they approached him, Maura, Ciri, Ferrin, Leon, so many young faces that she personally knew followed the same circles as this young Ezra, it seemed. Then the Padawan she took personal charge of, Dash, could be seen moving towards Ezra after a hug from Leon.

It warmed her heart to know that Dash had friends, and that all the Padawans seemed to get along fairly well. She thought, 'They'll be a good peer group to this new arrival, a good influence, and a group of lifelong frien-' Then, in a blinding thousand flashes, her train of thought was forcibly thrown off the rails. Dash kissed Erza. Dash kissed him! Hera's internal thoughts squealed with excitement and delight from her position a few yards away.

Or at least, in all the excitement, Hera 'thought' her vocalization was only in her head. To everyone else, they would see the red-headed warrior clasp her hands together and let out an uncontrolled "EEEEEEE~! Dash! Yes!"

For a moment, all the bustling of reporters, tabloid writers, and smear merchants disappeared. All that remained was that quick, small peck that gave Hera a little burst of faith in the younger generation. It was well known the policies of the ancient order of the Jedi, but the new generations moved more and more away from those archaic mentalities. A progressive movement that Hera completely agreed with, as well.

After all, what was life without love?

 

[Alexandria Voran]

“Grandmaster…” Her com crackeld to life. “It’s getting a little out of control down here.” Alex looked down on the mob of reporter and Jedi surrounding the young Ezra Thorne. She had not wished to add to spectacle. She had issued very clear instructions that Ezra was to be treated as every other Padawan. Still…she understood the implications. There was no chance she would not be present for his arrival. There were simply too many factors to consider. “I’ll be right down.” Alex left the loftier levels to slowly make her way down to the commotion.

Fortuitously, she arrived just as one Padawan kissed Ezra. The cameras continued to flash. Jedi Albion letting out a cry of elation. Alex was suddenly alive in the Force. Her face carefully composing in her best stern Grandmaster face. “Thank you all for coming, now all of our Padawans need time to settle in.” She motioned and several Jedi Knights began ushering the crowd of reporters away. Alex smiled as the gathered press would find their audio static and their cameras fuzzy. Odd that.

She turned towards Hera, raising an eyebrow, before addressing the bubbling Padawans. “Don’t you all have bags to unpack?” She shooed them. “Go on.” His first day here and he was already causing a commotion. “Hera, I would like to speak to both you and Zathria.” Alex head swiveled around again. “Privately.” Love was permitted in the Order…young love was dangerous.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Everyone would notice that Ezra straightened up and stopped slouching when his dad arrived. He nodded along to the list of things Jaikus said, knowing it was his dad’s usual fussing. His ears turned a bit pink when Jaikus fixed up his hair or smoothed out his hoodie. For all the ways Ezra was snobby and elitist, he had absolutely no qualms with displaying the close relationship he had with his dad. As Jaikus went to hug him, Ezra returned it, tightly returning it.

“Love you too, dad,” He said as he pulled away, a rare and genuine smile on his face as he looked at him, “I’ll miss you. I’ll talk to Pops later,” Ezra said, knowing Pops would do his usual check in calls. He turned in time to spot Dash approaching, that familiar rush going through him again. There was a hint of nervousness as Dash introduced himself to his dad, but the encounter was brief. Ezra waved goodbye as his father left.

He turned right in time for Dash to abruptly pull him into a kiss, his eyes widening in surprise. However, after the initial shock, Ezra returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around the other teen. He was clearly unconcerned with the countless clicks and flashes of cameras. He drew back after a moment, a slightly dazed look in his eye as he looked at Dash, “Well that’s one way to make a statement,” He murmured to the other teen.

The crowds were going wild, so Ezra began to step inside the temple, finally leaving the masses behind. He reached down to hold Dash’s hand as they walked, making his way towards Maura.

“Uh yeah,” He answered, “I need clothes for different occasions,” Ezra said, shocked that it was even a question. His gaze flicked over to some of the other students and their robes, “I won’t have to wear that will I?” He asked, a grimace appearing on his face, “And I better not have a room anywhere near Leon.”

If Maura looked, she would realize that Ezra was actually Leon’s new assigned roommate. Ezra kept following her when an important-looking woman descended down towards them. Even outside of her stern appearance, she had an energy about her that pulsed with power. Was that the Grandmaster? He was sure he saw her face on some informational brochure. He saw her gaze flick between him and Dash disapprovingly, and Ezra quickly released Dash’s hand. He had no desire to get Dash in trouble.

“So what do you all do for fun around here?” Ezra asked the other padawans, nosily glancing towards the Grandmaster accosting his master to be and also Dash’s master. Was he about to get detention on his first day?

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