Open Ajan Kloss The Best of Us

[Juniper]

The Jedi Temple, Ajan Kloss

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It hadn't been long since the Holonet announcement that'd sent waves through the Jedi. The revelation that Oren, newly-appointed Jedi Master, had been arrested by the Sector Rangers in relation to the recent events. Why Sector Rangers would be stupid enough to believe a Jedi would do something like that, Nara would never know, but it didn't help her estimation that they'd picked on Oren. Oren. She'd met flies that could be more harmful than him.

In the time since the Holonet broadcast, Nara had marched around the temple in a fit of urgent anger. Anyone that she knew was a knight, or looked important enough to be a master, she talked to. Or rather, talked at. The other padawans she knew, she whispered urgently with them. Nara hadn't felt this driven in a long, long time. Every fibre of her being was alive and on fire.

They had gathered in one of the halls of the Temple. Whoever she could find. Whoever she could yell into coming in. She wanted to cause enough commotion to get people listening. To get the Knights, the Masters, even the Grand Master to get off their butts and do something!

"Master Oren has been taken by the Rangers and we need a plan. We need something. What good are we to anyone if we can't even look after one of our own?" she asked to the crowd that'd assembled. Her face was still blazing red, cheeks glowing. They hadn't stopped since the broadcast. She was stood on a seat, giving her a little more height.

"Master Oren is what the Jedi are meant to be. I can see Knights that've worked with him and fought with him. I can see Padawans who've trained and learned from him. I can see Jedi who would not be here if Master Oren hadn't brought them into the Order." As she said this, she looked around the crowd, making eyes with anyone she could, deliberately seeking out those she knew Master Oren had helped.

"He is the best of us. Whenever we had issues, we always knew we could go to him. Whenever someone needed some help with their studies or an extra hand on a mission, he was always there to offer a hand. So, what are we going to do?" She made sure to shout that last part. "What action can we take? The longer we leave him in that cell to rot, the more of a joke we become. If we can't get off our asses and do something for him, what good are we? How can we help others if we can't look after ourselves? Every second we waste is just letting the galaxy show what little use we are, and lets those responsible grow more powerful and out of reach. We must do something."

With that, Nara stepped down from the seat and stood, folding her arms to the crowd.

Spoiler: OOC

General reaction/planning/arguing thread in response to the Holonet broadcast about Oren's arrest. Jedi only, please, if that isn't obvious.

 

[Mila Tesara]

It was no news that Oren was in custody, though it had taken Mila a moment to realize how impactful such a declaration would be after having it aired to the galactic community. A small gathering had occurred, probably the third one in the last month by Mila's count, as it seemed that the galaxy just couldn't sit still. The broadcast certainly got the attention of a few of the members number, as some seemed unsure if they were now at risk of law enforcement descending upon them.

A voice, a young voice at that, caught her attention, and looking she found an unfamiliar face on a tirade about Oren. This young girl was up on her feet, shouting to the rest of the jedi gathering here, demanding justice for Oren, though it seemed she hadn't thought what such an endeavor would entail. Was this the padawan Oren had told her about? If so, she could see why the girl might be a handful; perhaps she and Brahe would make good sparing partners. She listened to what the girl had to say, her eyes met with Mila's for only a moment before they began to pass over the crowd. She could see a sense of loss in those eyes, mixed with all that frustration was a desperation that Mila had seen in many an orphaned child. Poor thing.

Mila would let the girl continue, as she continued to shout, demanding an answer for her question. Once she was done with the outburst, the Twi'lek jedi stood, laying her eyes down upon young Nara as she mustered the calmest tone she had. "While I concern myself with Master Oren's well being as well, the truth of the matter is that we can not act rashly. Whatever has happened with him, it casts a shroud of suspicion upon the rest of us." Mila looked to the rest of the jedi, then shook her head softly. "Oren is a-" She hesitated, trying to find the proper word for their relationship, and just went with what felt right. "Man of great integrity." The knight rose her hand towards the padawan, continuing on. "If we are to march in sabers at the ready, we would only doom the order, going directly against what Master Oren intended for us. We can look after our own young one, did Master Oren not look after you? As I look after my own children?" Mila felt a tad silly referring to her padawans in such a way, but it was true. "The best thing we can do, that you can do, is to continue on as we have. Find the Sith, reveal them to the Rangers, and work towards releasing Master Oren. I worry for him as well, please don't throw away his sacrafice by acting too hastily. We are all working to show our true intentions, and indeed liberate Oren from his imprisonment, but that takes time padawan. Please, understand this." Mila finished, as she fully expected the woman to throw this argument right back at her. She felt like she had another Brahe in the making here.



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[Ke Eoto]

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To be honest, while Ke Eoto enjoyed these meetings at first and seeing so many Jedi gathered in one spot to confer and discuss the future of their ancient Order with each other, he was quickly growing tired of them. However, once he heard of Nara's uproar, he made point to attend, setting aside the duties he was working on temporarily to make his way to the hall they were to use. He wasn't doing so because he believed it would bring some enlightening to him or clarity on how to proceed, he was already working on a plan of action with his Master that he believed to be correct for the situation.

He attended the meeting, however, for Nara's sake, because he saw her as a friend and thought that at the very least, having people spoke to her about what their plan of actions was would help her. Although he did see sharing his plans with others useful as well, to gain feedback and have flaws in it pointed out by others, so that they may be corrected and his plan improved. Mila Tesara was first to speak, the tall, lanky insectoid Padawan turned his head slightly to regard the Twi'lek Jedi knight with his narrow pale-blue eyes and nod to what she was saying, croaking out his own contribution next as she fell silent,

"I con-cuur with Sisster-Knight Tesaara. This is a deli-caat matter and the way we proceed forwaard will impaact future of our Oor-der. We cannot rush forwaard, balaance does not lie in thaat path. Howev-er, we are not as idlee as it seems, Sisster-Padawan Nara Allam, my master, Vayla Mirana, and I haave been in contact with a Sectoor Raan-ger Leon Terrrick, we belieeve that best course of action is to investigaate the murder on Naboo alongside Raangers. Togetheer we will uncoveer the truth in order to exoo-nerate Brother-Maaster Oren."

The Blood Carver's voice groaned out and allowed the elongated syllables settle from their strange intonations of his alien accent, falling silent and turning to look at Mila once more, seeking for her approval or rejection of the idea. From what the Blood Carver knew, she had previous experience with that particular ranger in the past, and it was the reason why Vayla and Ke Eoto considered him to be trustworthy enough.

He turned to Nara however, before somebody else cut in, delivering another croak towards her,

"If you belieeve this course of actioon deserves scu-tiny, Sisster-Padawan Nara Allam, I am ee-ger to hear it, or if you propoose a parallel or all-ternate course."

 

[Giran Latt]

Giran walked in the general direction of Nara's shouting. Nara was usually shouting he thought but this time it was important so he'd followed her into the hall. He listened to her desperate impassioned speech her plea for justice, her plea for someone to do something. Giran's own master spoke first. She advised caution called for a steady hand and not to do anything rash. Of course this was a sensible action it's what should be done.
Giran began to write on a tissue he had in his pocket.
Next was Ke Eoto. He was a good friend of Giran's and despite his scary first impression (Giran had watched him punch a datapad in the kitchen) he was a considered and wise person. He too counseled patience, they would deal with this with the sector rangers. This was what should be done vigilantism had got them into this mess.

These were the right things to do and Giran knew that. He knew that as sure as he knew the sun would rise. He couldn't do what was right this time. Oren had been his friend, he and his own master had comforted him when he'd been at his lowest. Watching Nara speak distressed and alone hurt him. If this was Mi'la he would be standing where Nara was right now. Inaction just would not cut it anymore.

Giran finished what he was writing on his tissue and walked forward. He took Nara's hand in his own (slipping her the tissue as he did) and knelt before her.
"I'm sorry for the hurt you are feeling Nara. Know that we are all here for you and that we share in your pain."
There was no need to say anymore it was all true. They would all feel the sting of this.

Spoiler: The Note

They will not listen. They are good people but will not act. I will be ready. Do not hesitate to ask anything of me. Your friend Giran.

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Music OOC

Spoiler

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"I believe things are only going to get more dangerous for us all." The words of Oren Zapan rang in Vayla’s mind as though he had spoken them just moments ago. Black tidings had been passed around the chamber that day, when Knight Zapan had called a gathering, and now he himself was one such tiding. He had spoken those words to Vayla amid a measure more, reassuring her in ways that he could not have known when she had voiced concern for combating these 'darksiders'. Fear had enshrouded her soul, with black tides howling outside her window and daring her to venture outside. Now you are the one looking outside the window, Oren. But you are not alone. We can see you.

It was all she could do to reflect on her fellow Jedi’s fate as Nara Allum took to the chair with her own two feet and spoke her piece. The girl who held the room was bold and blunt, traits that Vayla had learned of the Padawan since their first joint mission on Raxus Prime with Ke Eoto and Byron Alduun. These were qualities that the knight held dear, though they were raw and needed tempering. Even under the circumstances of the speech, though, Vayla had to hold back a smile. Nara was young, prone to emotions that others had since learned to control, but Nara was no fool. No, she is passionate—she just needs serenity to balance out her passion.

Vayla had come to council in her trademark white robe and with her vacuum flask of green tea, of which she settled for sipping the hot beverage in place of speaking. She could have moved to console Nara, to open her mind and her heart to the Force that would not hold back from her, but Mila Tesara was doing that already, and the standing Jedi brought a smile to her friend’s face. Composure was the best thing besides speech that Mila could have offered their younger sister. That was no simple statement; Mila had much and more of a connection with Oren than a number of others in this hall, and it couldn’t have been easy for the woman to stand up without breaking a sweat. Be strong. Impart your strength. We all need it.

Mila, of course, spoke words of wisdom that should not be taken lightly. Acting on a whim, risking each other and Oren himself with rash and brash actions, could very well prove to be the whole Order’s downfall. The Jedi needed to exonerate themselves by being themselves, and by finding the evidence that pointed to any and every Force-user who was not a Jedi.

Vayla’s pride in others' gifts had not ended there. Her own Padawan, Ke Eoto, rose to the discussion next, and he had every ounce of his master’s observation. The Blood Carver was young like Nara but much less emotive; a character of his species rather than an inherent flaw with his female counterpart. Vayla had grown more accustomed to her apprentice’s voice and how his words worked their way out of his beak like calculations. She admired his manner as much as adored it, though she would never admit the latter. “We cannot rush forward.” The words imprinted themselves on her mind, though forward is exactly the way Ke Eoto went when he revealed the name of “Leon Terrick”.

At that revelation, Vayla shifted in her seat as though all eyes were suddenly on her. Unexpected, Ke, but not unwarranted. In truth, she did not recognize her own discomfort. Why should the matter have been muted to begin with? The two of them were not operating in secrecy so much as for security; they didn’t need the galaxy knowing that Jedi and Rangers were meeting in the stars doing who knew what. On the other hand, giving her famiily a name to familiarize with, to recall that the Sector Rangers were no less of livings beings than the Jedi, might just help their efforts in building trust.

Deliberating on how to respond, Vayla was afforded an opportune moment as Giran Latt walked forth with some kind of napkin or tissue. Unsure of what to make of the scene, Vayla caught herself smiling wide—it looked as though the young man were about to wipe tears of frustration away like a big brother to his little sister. Oh, this is adorable. Adorable and admirable. Giran’s words were not to be mocked; his was the quintessential gesture of a Jedi coming to the aid of another. Empathy. Empathy is our power, for each other and for others.

“Empires fell without it.” Minor pause as Vayla realized that she had spoken the words aloud instead of thought them. Clearing her throat, her eyes settled between Giran and Nara. “Someone once told me that empathy is your pain in my heart.” She smiled at them both before giving the room her eyes. “Our brother, Oren Zapan, is in pain. He is suffering imprisonment under circumstances that we cannot know. Within these halls and beyond those walls, we feel that pain. Yet, we must never forget that the galaxy is also suffering. The stars above are shedding light on the aching souls beneath them, from star citizens to Sector Rangers. They do not know how to deal with it. They are not Jedi.” We are, but do even we know how to deal with it?

“We should not do anything to add to that pain, not for ourselves or anyone else. Any action that does not beget peace is an action that leads to war. We need to focus on healing, not hurting, as Oren himself advised.” Vayla gave to silence for a moment then, studying the faces around her own, wanting to impress upon them the gravity of the situation—Nara most of all.

“To that end, my Padawan, Ke Eoto, spoke of an endeavor to cooperate with a Sector Ranger, Leon Terrick. I stress that this is as much to cultivate trust as it is to find the truth behind the crimes that glitter the galaxy in blood and fire and lightning. If the Rangers and the Jedi can work together—” Her eyes went to Nara. “—Then each of us will be eliminating an enemy before we even become enemies—by making our would-be enemies our friends. I promise you that, even now, Oren has not forgotten this decree. We will deal with his situation together, we will deal with the Rangers together, but we will do so peacefully. This is the way of the Jedi."

She sat up straight at that conviction, breathing vigor into her lungs. "So, we will talk to the Sector Rangers about this incident. We will plead for them to let us see our friend and our brother. We will appeal to the justice of this organization and see what sense they have of it. And we will go from there." That last part lacked any solid assurance, bereft of guarantee, and that was well and good because neither Vayla nor anyone else in the room could offer each other guarantees. The future was uncertain, hidden behind precognition, and the Force had yet to show it.


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[Juniper]

Nara didn't know what she expected from the rest of them. Murmurs and frustration abounded among everyone. She knew that she wasn't the only person feeling like that, she could feel it everywhere. The mood of the Temple had darkened over the last few weeks, between the mysterious murders, the lightsaber incidents and now... this. And suddenly the whole galaxy had stormed into Nara's life and knocked her around. Knocked every one of them around.

There'd be a time later on, in the quiet of her quarters, beneath the softness of the bedsheet, that she'd regret a little of how she acted. That she'd wonder if it was necessary, or if she just made things worse. At that moment, though, it was too raw. Too real and in her face to stop herself. The Jedi that rose to speak got nothing from her but sullen glowering and a clenched jaw. She could feel her teeth grinding in the back of her mouth.

Talk. Talk talk talk and talk some more and all the while Master Oren sits in jail and we look weak, stupid and pathetic. The anger flourished again. After all, it wasn't their master currently half the galaxy away, where she might never see him again. It wasn't their life that'd been completely flung apart in the last couple of days. She noticed the looks she'd been getting. Maybe they thought she'd be too meek and sad to do anything about it.

Oren wouldn't think that. He shoulda known exactly what I'd do if he got into a stupid mess like this.

Mila's words were sweet. They were nice. They weren't really wanted. Nara bit her tongue, letting the others speak their pieces. That was the way it should be, right? When the two padawans spoke to her, she felt a little anger ebb. While Ke Eoto and herself didn't agree on a lot of things, they seemed to get along decently and respect each other. Nara liked him. She liked Giran too, who was more of a friend to her.

She scrunched the paper up after taking a quick peek. That was the only thing that made her calmer. Just a bit calmer, but calmer nonetheless. She looked over at Giran and met his gaze with a little nod. Then she moved forwards again, after hearing Vayla speak.

"I hear what you're all saying, but how long do we sit and wait? Ever since that bounty went out on Jedi, all I've heard from Knights and Masters is the same thing. We must continue as we are, try and do good deeds. When the murders started and panic spread, we must continue as we are, do good deads. And now Master Oren is gone, for who knows how long, and hey, here we are again, we must continue as we are, reach out, do good deeds." She was getting to the crux of it now. The point beneath it all, that'd been honed and sharpened with Oren's arrest. The thing she knew she'd felt in others.

"How much more has to happen before we hear something other than continue to try and do good deeds? When everyone in the Galaxy spits at our feet? When the Sector Rangers hunt us down on every world in the Core? When that dark presence makes itself more known and turns up on our doorstep, we will still be stood here talking about how we should continue as we are and try to do good deeds? I know I'm not alone in thinking this," she yelled, looking among the Jedi again, knowing there were others there too thinking this, "but if we carry on in this... stupid stubborn belief everything will be alright if we keep trying the same things, then that'll be the end of every Jedi here. We'll just have to stamp "we just tried to do good deeds" on the mass grave, shall we?"

She took a deep breath. Her voice was wavering. Too much shouting, too much emotion. Not even in the Jedi you must have serenity way, more that she felt like she was going to cry. And she'd die before she showed anything like that to the collected Jedi.

"If we'd done something different before, when we'd first all felt the darkness that was building, then maybe Master Oren would still be here. If we don't do something soon... then who else is it going to be stood here? Who's Master is going to be lost next, or worse? Who's padawan will be gone?"

With that, she slumped back into a seat, red-faced and teary-eyed. She'd managed to hold it in until now. Mortified, she clenched her fists until the nails dug into her palm. She would not cry in front of them.

 

[Kalam Mekhar]

"Why?"

Kal let out the simple question loud enough for everyone to hear, having felt nothing but confusion since this gathering had started. The latest outburst had just been the catalyst for him to finally put voice to his concerns.

"What makes him so special that you seem so worked up by his arrest? What makes any of us that special for that matter? He broke the law, didn't he? Does being a Jedi put any of us above the law? Where I come from it's fairly simple, you break the law you face the consequences, no one is above that. Why should we be? "

He looked around, seeking an answer, before continuing for one last time.

"Should we not instead be looking at why he got arrested and how we can prevent that in the future? Make sure another Jedi doesn't end up breaking the law?"

 

[Nashyr Ris]

"Enough."

She calmly stepped forward from the crowd. All this talk, all this nonsense, was making her feel as though all the effort she had just gone through meant nothing. She was calm, clear-headed, but for the first time in ages she looked exhausted. Long dark hair, normally kept painstakingly brushed and maintained, was mussed up, and the same clothes she wore on her trip to Coruscant were wrinkled. She seemed tired beyond her years, features set in stone.

"You speak of maybes, Padawan Nara, but this is the present. Using your actions, doing something as you put it, is a path that I see only ending in Darkness for us all." She stood tall, facing them all with greenish-gold eyes. "There is nothing we can do with such rash action; it was rash action that put Master Oren at such great risk... And yes, he did break the law, we are not above it ourselves."

She then gazed at Nara... and she allowed the girl to see it. Not anyone else, her focus was on this young girl-woman. The exact feelings she felt for him... and how she was pained at her decision, but stood by it. Because they would know it to be true; to act so brashly, with such strong emotion, would be so against the grain of the Jedi, they would truly be no better than the Knights of Ren, or whomever patrolled the galaxy. And she knew it better than anyone... and it burned to admit, but she would have to live by it.

"Would you rather put us all in danger then, Padawan Nara?" she asked gently, arms crossing beneath her bust. "Then you sully the lessons he taught, the graces and kindnesses. Were his actions unjust? Perhaps, but it is not our way to declare injustice and storm into something with such fear in our hearts."

'Be patient... I know your fear.' She spoke this even quieter, addressed to the girl alone. 'But know, we are doing all we can for justice. But what you ask us to do is not the Jedi way. It will lead you to a dark path even I could not follow.'

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[Izel Thral]

Izel stood towards the back of the group, listening intently but hesitant to speak up. Nara, characteristically was not so hesitant. Everything she said Izel agreed with, and as her fellow Padawan continued her impassioned speech the young Vratix felt the emotions rising in herself as well. And hearing what she considered more of the same from the other Jedi only served to fuel her frustration.

"I am so tired of hearing this nonsense about darkness and patience." She suddenly piped up, her anger overriding her better instincts. "Is it wrong to want to defend ourselves? For millennia the order has been out in the galaxy doing good. And even after the bounty went out we made every effort to cooperate with the Sector Rangers. If they can't see that we're on their side, if they can be stupid enough to think Master Zapan is some kind of villain, then there is no further discussion to be had."

She looked at Nara and inclined her head slightly. It was a very small, subtle movement, but there was a palpable determination behind the gesture, as though she was sending a message. With that she turned back to the others. "This is pointless. You can offer her as many charming platitudes as you like. It doesn't change the fact that her master," She looked specifically to Kalam. "One of the greatest Jedi of our time, is rotting in prison. They kill people for what he's been accused of. And there is no way he's guilty of what they're accusing him. It isn't possible." She shook her head and turned to walk away, leaving the group. She realized she was getting too emotional and would soon say something she'd really regret.

 

[Ke Eoto]

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When Vayla came to join the discussion, or at the very least made her presence known, Ke Eoto turned his head slightly to her, inclining it to greet his master with a subtle nod before diverting his attention to the discussion at hand once more. He remained silent, collected, pressing down on himself and delving into his own inner turmoil the more emotions and conflict rose up from those around them, those whose voices and philosophies were very familiar to him now, and those who he was not so well accustomed with.

Izel finished speaking, her emotions clear on her voice and the inner storm the Blood Carver could sense from her, although it seemed that she recognized it as well and left the group after saying her part before the emotions lead her to rush voice. Ke Eoto turned his head slightly, following Izel's movement out of the chamber with his pale blue eyes and considering her words as silence fell around them for once and lingered.

Eventually, a grunt rolled out from his gullet, his head turning back to others although his eyes were cast down, looking at the floor as he still searched his own feelings and meditated upon the matter, his mind half on the present debate and half in the ebbs and flows of the Force that connected them all.

"Master Oren confee-ssed."

The Blood Carver begun, disrupting the silence of the room with another croak, choosing his words carefully from the thoughts that flew through his mind,

"But any here who kneew him even at a fraction of how you do, Siss-ter Nara can search their fee-lings and will reco-gnize that he is not a murder-er. We will not stand by to allow one of our Oor-der, regardleess of rank be execu-teed for false crimee. Howeveeer, once he is clear of accusa-tions from Naboo, he will still need to adhere to the seen-tence for the assault he confessed to, and we must make peeace with that. Like our broo-ther said-"

The alien raised his eyes from the floor and looked to Kalam, motioning to the fellow padawan with his elongated, thin hand,

"We are not aboove law and must adheree to it. You spoke of poss-ible future where the Raan-gers hunt us down, Siss-ter-"

He turned his attention to Nara then, looking towards her with those icy pale-blue inhuman eyes,

"The path of woor-king with them is how we avooid it. If we force Oren to be releeased, then we appear as enemies. If we go to invess-tigate behind their back, we appear to interferee with inves-tigation. We work togeth-er to uncover the truth, and new aliaance grows. They do not rememm-ber what this Order stands for, what it means when Jedi is amoong them, we will remind them that we are not just loo-natics and faa-natics chasing old myths, but flame of new hoope rekiin-dled."

The insectoid alien finished out with a groan, speaking for too long than he was comfortable with physically, his throat growing sore from forcing out the syllables of Galactic Basic,

"Urgen-cy and Inner-Peece can co-exiist, Sister-Padawan Nara, if you or anyone here disagrees with my assess-ment and plan of ac-tion, then I welcome to not only hear this disa-greement but also why, and what alternaa-tive you pro-pose."

 

[Algus Doll]

“I’ll help!”

Algus’ posture was lax, his lanky form shrouded in debris carried from the jungles outside. Having just arrived at the temple only moments prior, he had taken it upon himself to watch and observe, listening to the commotion that ensued as it grew like a swelling crescendo. Around him, Jedi milled, and his heart swelled. A culmination of people like him; people who he had never met, drawn to the temple like butterflies to milkweed. He figured his arrival would be more in-tune with how he dreamt of uniting with other Jedi. He thought it'd be preceded by ceremony and brotherhood. Instead, he found himself amidst an argument.

Stepping forward, his boots thudded against the floor, inaudible against the backdrop of a rush of voices. He was clad in a simple white and yellow threadbare poncho, a hood shrouding his features and beneath, a pair of snug and rugged pants designed for hours of droid-work. They were a memento from his home on Vandor and of his old life. In truth, the attire was a bit too warm for the heat of Ajan Kloss.

The more he listened, the more an air of tenseness overtook his senses. Were they arguing? He could feel himself becoming frustrated as he absorbed what exactly was happening. They were complete strangers, yet still, they shared in this wheel of fate just as he did. They were all Jedi. A master had been taken, a master he didn’t know but knew he was kindred with by title alone, and yet, so many planned to do nothing. Except one girl. She looked young and inexperienced. Yet still she had fire.

Algus knew little of Masters. But he did know of Knights. He knew of fire.

"Are you all cowards?” His stance stiffened, posture strong and even in all his androgyny, he exerted an air of authoritative pressure that demanded deference. Reaching up, he removed his hood from his face and cast a steely gaze of hackneyed almond on the Padawans and stray Knights. The youngest always had the most courage. For a moment, he beheld Nara and nodded his head. She was a true fighter. Her vigor was not unlike the stray he had met on Fort Ypso, serving drinks to bandits and thugs alike in The Lodge, another memory of home.

“I don’t know Master Oren but I do know, if I was in a cell, I would expect my own to come to my aid.” He paced, fuming. He was irritated. “Why do you call yourself Jedi? To do what? To sit in a temple and study and sit and do nothing?”

Turning on his heels, he uncloaked his wiry frame and draped the fabric of his poncho over his shoulder, walking steadfastly up to the young Padawan that protested the idleness of the Jedi. He stood next to her, looking over the crowd with a fervent brown.

“My name is Algus Doll, I come from Fort Ypso. I don’t know any of you. Not yet. But what I do know, is that I am a Jedi Knight. When one of us falls, we all fall. I was taught that. If he is imprisoned, then we all should feel that wound. You can keep your titles, your meditation, your lazy idleness hiding in jungles. But I’ll help this Master Oren."

Looking down at Nara, he gave a slight nod.

Yeah, he didn’t know much of Jedi Masters, or hidden temples. But he did know of Knights.