The Catspaw burned through the atmosphere of Ajan Kloss, shields flaring in response to the heat as Hannibal angled towards the temple's landing area. He'd flown to the planet directly from Nar Shaddaa after the Holonet broadcast, but enough time had passed to allow calming and recentering. He was a Jedi Knight after all, he knew how to handle his own emotions by now. The ship touched down, and not two minutes later Hannibal came walking out with long, quick strides. He'd managed to change out of his typical sort of attire on the flight over, now dressed in proper robes he hadn't worn since his he was knighted, lightsaber in plain view clipped to his belt. Those who knew of the loud-mouthed knight might find that surprising enough, but what really drew notice was a slightly more important detail.
He wasn't smiling. Not a single hint of his usual smirk adorned his face. If anything the young man looked serious and determined as he stalked the halls of the temple, firmly and coolly speaking to any and all Jedi he could find and pushing them to gather in one of the larger area of the temple, to spread the word to others. He used his ship's comms to briefly message any of the Jedi he'd personally met and got a code from as well, asking them to the meeting, as well as calling ahead to the temple itself. Anyone with a holonet connection had probably seen the broadcast as well, the place was buzzing with the news. War had been declared openly against the Rangers and the Jedi, and some confusion regarding how to handle the situation was expected. But the Jedi had work to do.
Finally making his way to the gathering area, Hannibal found himself a seat and planted himself in it, sharp eyes looking around the room as people showed up. Idly he remembered the last time there'd been a major gathering, called into existence by now-Master Oren regarding a situation Hannibal had seemed to treat as not that serious. At the time they'd only seen the slaughter of Hutts and vicious criminals. This time, Rangers and police officers alike had been mercilessly butchered solely for the sake of calling out those who hunted the darksiders, something even Hannibal was forced to take seriously. The killing of good and innocent people would not, and could not, be overlooked.
He had quite a bit to say on the matter, but it wouldn't do much good until people had finished gathering. There was no small amount of bemusement from some at the mere concept of Hannibal being the one to call a gathering, but at least it would get their attention. He found himself standing again in front of his chair, arms crossed in front of him, watching each and every Jedi that showed up move into the room. He thought back to his teachers while he waited, going over the Jedi code.
A Jedi's first priority was the preservation of life. People were being slaughtered practically in the streets. It was time to act. If nothing else, of this he was certain.
He wasn't smiling. Not a single hint of his usual smirk adorned his face. If anything the young man looked serious and determined as he stalked the halls of the temple, firmly and coolly speaking to any and all Jedi he could find and pushing them to gather in one of the larger area of the temple, to spread the word to others. He used his ship's comms to briefly message any of the Jedi he'd personally met and got a code from as well, asking them to the meeting, as well as calling ahead to the temple itself. Anyone with a holonet connection had probably seen the broadcast as well, the place was buzzing with the news. War had been declared openly against the Rangers and the Jedi, and some confusion regarding how to handle the situation was expected. But the Jedi had work to do.
Finally making his way to the gathering area, Hannibal found himself a seat and planted himself in it, sharp eyes looking around the room as people showed up. Idly he remembered the last time there'd been a major gathering, called into existence by now-Master Oren regarding a situation Hannibal had seemed to treat as not that serious. At the time they'd only seen the slaughter of Hutts and vicious criminals. This time, Rangers and police officers alike had been mercilessly butchered solely for the sake of calling out those who hunted the darksiders, something even Hannibal was forced to take seriously. The killing of good and innocent people would not, and could not, be overlooked.
He had quite a bit to say on the matter, but it wouldn't do much good until people had finished gathering. There was no small amount of bemusement from some at the mere concept of Hannibal being the one to call a gathering, but at least it would get their attention. He found himself standing again in front of his chair, arms crossed in front of him, watching each and every Jedi that showed up move into the room. He thought back to his teachers while he waited, going over the Jedi code.
A Jedi's first priority was the preservation of life. People were being slaughtered practically in the streets. It was time to act. If nothing else, of this he was certain.
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