The signal had been sent out: Any jedi or Galactic alliance figures available make way for Kota station. Urgent meeting. Now, all Neive had to do was wait. As he sat at the large table set up for the meeting to take place. A map of the southern galaxy was shown, the main routes leading into the imperial territory leading to the Moddell sector and the planet of Endor.
Neive awaited the arrival of the others, thinking about how this was going to go down, and wondering if the others would agree to fight, and help the alliance in a way. Though... would his current allies agree with his tactics? Of course they wouldn't. But if this plan went ahead as he thinks... then the empire will suffer two defeats and the Alliance would have a constant supply of small targets, all with supplies.
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Aboard the CEC YT-1300f light freighter Mesudiye Effulgence
Cato Neimoidia plantery orbit, Quellor sector
Annan's signature light freighter was completely powered down, slowly orbiting the jewel world of Cato Neimodia as a satellite caught in the planet's natural gravity. The Rainwalker in question was inside the Main Hold, the entire Hold lit up with sparks as the Padawan diligently worked on the humanoid giant sitting on his butt anterior to him. The gun metallic reprogrammed KX-series enforcer droid formerly known as K7JP - or as Ani had dubbed him 'Bigweld' - had been completely reassembled during the Padawan's latest eye-opening adventure on Handooine.
Ani's oldest and most trusted ally - not counting Zulara, of course, since she was family - had literally been blown to smithereens during that trip and Annan had spent some time, using whatever parts were available to Handooine, to reassemble him. The caramel-haired Apprentice had managed to secure his droid's head, memory chip and central processing unit, which meant the Droid's artificial intelligence and personality largely survived. Unfortunately, accessing droid parts for an Imperial droid was something not easily done in the Alliance-controlled part of the Galaxy, especially a standard unit like the KX, and Annan had to make do with hand-me-down and junk parts for a discarded SEP1 security droid. As both of them were security droids, and in Annan's hands, the prodigy technician had managed to work out most of the kinks.
“You know,” the musical voice of his aunt probed through the hissing sparks. The raven-haired maiden stood in the entrance of the Main Hold, leaning against the obsidian bulkhead. “I brought us, all the way out here to Cato Neimodia to spend some mother-son quality time, and you can't stop playing with your toy?”
“He's not a toy, Zula,” Annan grumbled, before smirking as he examined the wiring he had configured with his test light and each wire seemed to respond favorably. “He's one of my oldest friends. If it is possible for one to be friends with a droid.”
“He worked fine on Handooine,” Zulara commented, as she moved forward to stand near Annan and examine the droid.
“Uh... no he didn't. He barely survived the second time. It was a hasty assembly and he was full of glitches, besides,” Annan smiled at his aunt as he thumbed the button behind the new droid's neck, white photoreceptor units blinking to life. Annan and Zulara took a few steps back to allow Bigweld - or whatever his designation now, stand on his new digitigrade hindlimbs, towering far above the Padawan and his aunt. The droid still had the head of a KX-unit - round with two neon white photoreceptor units - but was otherwise a bulky SEP now, with padded shoulders, a broad thorax assembled upon a cylindrical abdomen, and digitigrade hindlimbs. The only other cosmetic modification that separated the droid from other standard SEP1-units was that Ani had painted him entirely gun metallic, and had switched his circuitry color to bluish-white instead of red.
“Oh, you painted him,” Zulara commented wryly.
“Yep. Here's a unit that would make any SEP-unit jealous,” Ani grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He then turned to the droid, who was automatically running a full systems diagnositic after his reboot.
“What's your designation?”
Bigweld's photoreceptor units blinked a bit as he processed the inquiry.
<“Bigweld 2.0,”> he responded, before 'blinking'. <“... However, I am compelled to report that while I am unable to recover 38.21% of my working memory, I still could have sworn that I hated the name 'Bigweld'. Annan, what did you do me?!”>
Annan chortled. “You don't remember? Take a look below.”
Bigweld looked down to his new body. <“WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY... memory recovery complete. Scanning system files... Oh, the explosion. The reassembly... I recall now. Wait, you're keeping me like this permanently?!”>
Zulara winced at the loudness of the droid. “Easy there big guy.”
“Not permanently, of course, but we're going to have to make due until I can find working KX-unit parts to reassemble you as one,” Ani smiled, before patting the metallic droid's arm. “Be happy you still have a KX's head. SEP heads are plain ugly. I guess you're no longer K7JP, so I set your default designation to Bigweld 2.0, and secondary designation to S-EP1BW2.”
Bigweld tried to move, but almost fell over on top of Zulara, who brought her palm forwards and held him back, making him stand balanced again using the Force. She glared at him. “Watch where you're falling.”
<“These legs... it is so difficult to move like this! Who designed this model anyways?!”>
“You'll get used to it. They actually afford greater mobility than your old legs.”
“I have to say, nice work there Mister Rainwalker,” the soft but prominent voice of his Master cut through the discussion, as the black-robed Jedi Master Han Xin entered the Cargo Hold.
<“Blip burrip!”> Ani's BB-unit, Drop or BB7, twittered as he rolled onto its globe behind the elder Master. Annan smiled down at the smaller droid, as the latter's attention was on his counterpart, Bigweld 2.0. <“Blip burrip!”> he exclaimed to the new Bigweld.
<“What?! My legs are funny? You don't even have legs, you oversized Meiloorun!”>
While Bigweld 2.0 and Drop bickered at each other, Annan and Zulara's attentions were on the Jedi Master, for he seemed to have a serious expression on his face. “Something the matter, Master Jedi?”
“A matter, yes, and a strange one. We have received an urgent call, apparently from a Senator,” Master Xin explained. “We must set course for the Wazta sector immediately. He has called a meeting in Koda Station, the central Jedi Temple.”
Annan nodded, cleaning his hands with a wipe.
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A few hyperspace jumps later
The Jedi Temple
Koda Station, Wazta sector
The Mesudiye Effulgence jumped out of hyperspace, the light freighter's blue sublight engines soundless but starkly contrasted against the dark vacuum of space as it soared down towards the cycloidal Space Station below, that functioned as the paramount Jedi Temple of the Jedi Coalition. Once it docked, Annan's RX-24 pilot droid, O.M.5, a reassembled Clone Wars-era veteran, sent out a ship-wide comm transmission.
<“We have arrived at Soda Station,”> O.M.5 expectedly glitched yet again, replacing 'Koda' with 'Soda'. The pilot droid then connected himself to the cockpit and initiated docking procedures, <“Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence requesting clocking permission from Sanding Clay 211.”>
Air Traffic Control replied over their intercom. “Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence, you mean docking permission for Landing Bay 211?”
<“Badger, badger, on command of Lord Poggle!”> O.M.5 replied.
“What?!”
“Anakin, you seriously need to fix this droid,” Master Xin commented as the black-robed Jedi took over the comms from the glitchy Pilot Droid. “This is Jedi Master Han Xin aboard the freighter Mesudiye Effulgence - the droid glitched out but he meant 'roger, roger'.”
“Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence, what is your cargo and destination?”
“Classified. Flight plan is filed with the High Command,” said Master Xin as the blue sublight engines of the YT-1300f revved.
“Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence, permission to dock is granted.”
Leaving O.M.5 to tend to the ship, the black-robed Jedi Master and his similarly black-robed Jedi Padawan, along with the Padawan's aunt, the non-Jedi Force user Zulara Rainwalker, and their droids Bigweld 2.0 and Drop, inquired as to the location of Senator Undant and promptly made their way to him.
Cato Neimoidia plantery orbit, Quellor sector
Annan's signature light freighter was completely powered down, slowly orbiting the jewel world of Cato Neimodia as a satellite caught in the planet's natural gravity. The Rainwalker in question was inside the Main Hold, the entire Hold lit up with sparks as the Padawan diligently worked on the humanoid giant sitting on his butt anterior to him. The gun metallic reprogrammed KX-series enforcer droid formerly known as K7JP - or as Ani had dubbed him 'Bigweld' - had been completely reassembled during the Padawan's latest eye-opening adventure on Handooine.
Ani's oldest and most trusted ally - not counting Zulara, of course, since she was family - had literally been blown to smithereens during that trip and Annan had spent some time, using whatever parts were available to Handooine, to reassemble him. The caramel-haired Apprentice had managed to secure his droid's head, memory chip and central processing unit, which meant the Droid's artificial intelligence and personality largely survived. Unfortunately, accessing droid parts for an Imperial droid was something not easily done in the Alliance-controlled part of the Galaxy, especially a standard unit like the KX, and Annan had to make do with hand-me-down and junk parts for a discarded SEP1 security droid. As both of them were security droids, and in Annan's hands, the prodigy technician had managed to work out most of the kinks.
“You know,” the musical voice of his aunt probed through the hissing sparks. The raven-haired maiden stood in the entrance of the Main Hold, leaning against the obsidian bulkhead. “I brought us, all the way out here to Cato Neimodia to spend some mother-son quality time, and you can't stop playing with your toy?”
“He's not a toy, Zula,” Annan grumbled, before smirking as he examined the wiring he had configured with his test light and each wire seemed to respond favorably. “He's one of my oldest friends. If it is possible for one to be friends with a droid.”
“He worked fine on Handooine,” Zulara commented, as she moved forward to stand near Annan and examine the droid.
“Uh... no he didn't. He barely survived the second time. It was a hasty assembly and he was full of glitches, besides,” Annan smiled at his aunt as he thumbed the button behind the new droid's neck, white photoreceptor units blinking to life. Annan and Zulara took a few steps back to allow Bigweld - or whatever his designation now, stand on his new digitigrade hindlimbs, towering far above the Padawan and his aunt. The droid still had the head of a KX-unit - round with two neon white photoreceptor units - but was otherwise a bulky SEP now, with padded shoulders, a broad thorax assembled upon a cylindrical abdomen, and digitigrade hindlimbs. The only other cosmetic modification that separated the droid from other standard SEP1-units was that Ani had painted him entirely gun metallic, and had switched his circuitry color to bluish-white instead of red.
“Oh, you painted him,” Zulara commented wryly.
“Yep. Here's a unit that would make any SEP-unit jealous,” Ani grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He then turned to the droid, who was automatically running a full systems diagnositic after his reboot.
“What's your designation?”
Bigweld's photoreceptor units blinked a bit as he processed the inquiry.
<“Bigweld 2.0,”> he responded, before 'blinking'. <“... However, I am compelled to report that while I am unable to recover 38.21% of my working memory, I still could have sworn that I hated the name 'Bigweld'. Annan, what did you do me?!”>
Annan chortled. “You don't remember? Take a look below.”
Bigweld looked down to his new body. <“WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY... memory recovery complete. Scanning system files... Oh, the explosion. The reassembly... I recall now. Wait, you're keeping me like this permanently?!”>
Zulara winced at the loudness of the droid. “Easy there big guy.”
“Not permanently, of course, but we're going to have to make due until I can find working KX-unit parts to reassemble you as one,” Ani smiled, before patting the metallic droid's arm. “Be happy you still have a KX's head. SEP heads are plain ugly. I guess you're no longer K7JP, so I set your default designation to Bigweld 2.0, and secondary designation to S-EP1BW2.”
Bigweld tried to move, but almost fell over on top of Zulara, who brought her palm forwards and held him back, making him stand balanced again using the Force. She glared at him. “Watch where you're falling.”
<“These legs... it is so difficult to move like this! Who designed this model anyways?!”>
“You'll get used to it. They actually afford greater mobility than your old legs.”
“I have to say, nice work there Mister Rainwalker,” the soft but prominent voice of his Master cut through the discussion, as the black-robed Jedi Master Han Xin entered the Cargo Hold.
<“Blip burrip!”> Ani's BB-unit, Drop or BB7, twittered as he rolled onto its globe behind the elder Master. Annan smiled down at the smaller droid, as the latter's attention was on his counterpart, Bigweld 2.0. <“Blip burrip!”> he exclaimed to the new Bigweld.
<“What?! My legs are funny? You don't even have legs, you oversized Meiloorun!”>
While Bigweld 2.0 and Drop bickered at each other, Annan and Zulara's attentions were on the Jedi Master, for he seemed to have a serious expression on his face. “Something the matter, Master Jedi?”
“A matter, yes, and a strange one. We have received an urgent call, apparently from a Senator,” Master Xin explained. “We must set course for the Wazta sector immediately. He has called a meeting in Koda Station, the central Jedi Temple.”
Annan nodded, cleaning his hands with a wipe.
A few hyperspace jumps later
The Jedi Temple
Koda Station, Wazta sector
The Mesudiye Effulgence jumped out of hyperspace, the light freighter's blue sublight engines soundless but starkly contrasted against the dark vacuum of space as it soared down towards the cycloidal Space Station below, that functioned as the paramount Jedi Temple of the Jedi Coalition. Once it docked, Annan's RX-24 pilot droid, O.M.5, a reassembled Clone Wars-era veteran, sent out a ship-wide comm transmission.
<“We have arrived at Soda Station,”> O.M.5 expectedly glitched yet again, replacing 'Koda' with 'Soda'. The pilot droid then connected himself to the cockpit and initiated docking procedures, <“Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence requesting clocking permission from Sanding Clay 211.”>
Air Traffic Control replied over their intercom. “Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence, you mean docking permission for Landing Bay 211?”
<“Badger, badger, on command of Lord Poggle!”> O.M.5 replied.
“What?!”
“Anakin, you seriously need to fix this droid,” Master Xin commented as the black-robed Jedi took over the comms from the glitchy Pilot Droid. “This is Jedi Master Han Xin aboard the freighter Mesudiye Effulgence - the droid glitched out but he meant 'roger, roger'.”
“Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence, what is your cargo and destination?”
“Classified. Flight plan is filed with the High Command,” said Master Xin as the blue sublight engines of the YT-1300f revved.
“Freighter Mesudiye Effulgence, permission to dock is granted.”
Leaving O.M.5 to tend to the ship, the black-robed Jedi Master and his similarly black-robed Jedi Padawan, along with the Padawan's aunt, the non-Jedi Force user Zulara Rainwalker, and their droids Bigweld 2.0 and Drop, inquired as to the location of Senator Undant and promptly made their way to him.
"If there is no path before you, create your own."
—Journal of the Whills 7:549
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The Calm before the War!
They stood or sat around a small table via holovid transmissions. Wedge Antilles Chief of Military Operations, High Marshall Gavin Darklighter Chief of Starfighter Command, High Admiral Gial Baram Chief of Naval Command, High General Judder Page Chief of Army Command and Deputy Director of Intelligence Deelto. These prominent figures of the Galactic Alliance were joined by Inri Tansir Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance, Grand Master Naomi Kilsar of the Jedi Coalition, and the Wayist Derric Starr who was there in person.
"Ladies and gentlemen this mission is to be conducted in the full understanding that the Galactic Alliance and Jedi Coalition respectively have agreed to undertake this mission in the name of freedom and mercy. I believe that we all understand the risks involved with such an endeavor, including opening our territories and allied worlds to both retaliations and strikes if we move our fleets to such a location."
"Madam Chief of State, it is my opinion that we are stretched too far as it is to properly patrol our borders as they are, let alone respond to the needs of our member world in case of crisis. I advise against this action."
"Personally I believe it is in our best interest to proceed assuming we use the resources at our disposal wisely. High Admiral Baram has a point though, we can not needlessly risk our fleets when they may be needed elsewhere. Which brings up the need for special operations and their resources, Galint."
"Chief Antilles acting in the place of Director Madine has been a daunting task these last month, while new information has come to light regarding the charges against him Galint has pushed forward regardless. Under the directives of Madam Tansir's administration Galint has been producing a functional fleet of it's own to carry out operations in and throughout the galaxy.with minimal reliance upon Naval Commands fleets. The Bright Star Fleet is at operational status and en route to Kota Station as we speak. This is what we have Galint for, why we have developed the resources and manpower of the Galactic Alliances best and brightest, for missions of this nature. On that note Allow me to reintroduce to you Derric Starr many of you have seen his files already, some of you will no doubt wish to object to his inclusion in both this meeting and the mission. But he is one of the best qualified men in this galaxy or anywhere to be found for such a mission.
His involvement in the mission is limited, but his skills may very well be needed before things come to an end. The Jedi have given their own report on the matter of his inclusion and Galint finds it satisfactory at this time to retain his services. He has been much more than a valuable asset in our history."
"Deelto, you may like him but I will not put the lives of my men under his command or anywhere near him. I don't trust him, plain and simple he's lied, fought and waged war against the Alliance and aided her enemies. The Starfighter Core is not going to move to join this Intelligence fleet of yours."
"As you wish Chief Darklighter, the Bright Star Fleet maintain's a small force of fighter's for such a situation. In fact it might be for the best."
"Mister Starr, it says here in your file that you have the rank of recruit. When you were formally listed as Major Elias Fayt, is there a reason for this,"
"I have lived and died already, the Major was a man from my past life. If I must go forward it will be in the spirit of what is to come, not what was and what has been done before. I won't say I'm a new man or anything so arrogant, but to move forward it seems best to move as if it is the beginning all over again."
"Back to the problem at hand. Recruit Starr is not in charge of this operation but he will suffice as a liaison for the time being until the Bright Star Fleet arrives. This mission is at the behest of Neive Undant, and the intelligence gathered and presented was from him as well. You may recall Starr and Undant combined their efforts to save the life of Jedi Master Kenobi, the very same mission in which Starr gave his life to ensure the freedom of Master Kenobi. Suffice to say that this combination has proven their resourcefulness when all other options have proven futile. Perhaps together with the aid of the Bright Star Fleet the will be able to free Endor from the grip of the Empire."
"Then we have nothing further to discuss at this time. Recruit Starr the mission details are yours to handle from here on out."
And than he was left sitting alone in the small conference room.
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Neive stepped out of the room that he sat in, sighing as the room he was in stayed empty. He walked the halls of the station for a moment, before seeing the door to the conference room. He walked over and the door opened, Neive saw once again the man that he practically owed his life to twice over: The wayist. The man that helped Neive escape from dromund kaas, that gave his life for neive. Well, the first one, at least. Still, Neive felt obligated to the man in front of him as he entered and sat down in a chair near the head of the table. "Did you hear from the alliance leaders?" He thought as he spoke, his mind somewhere else at the moment. He had to think not only about the plan that was ahead, but also his other planned attack at the empire. If this was going to work, one would have to go off without falter, so that the other one could work. It was a symbiotic strategy, one could not succeed without the other. However, Neive thought, was there any chance that they could both succeed? Or would the empire focus their efforts towards protecting one planet and leave the other? Neive had to plan this perfectly if both of them would succeed, but even with it planned, the efforts of the Imperials, however routine, are very unpredictable. This would be the scare of the operation: Where would they rather defend?
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Re: The Calm before the War!
(OOC: Uh... guys. It's Koda Station, not Kota. Don't wanna nitpick but the difference is huge. Koda is a cute little bear in a Disney movie. Kota is the one who's gonna decapitate all of us in the other thread because Nieve forgot to take his schizophrenia meds... xD Also, Buggie said Koda Station is the main Jedi Temple, like the one on Coruscant in the Prequels, so I'm assuming there are a lot of Jedi around here. To that end I've used Yuan Mynb; Sullustan Female Sentinel and head of the Koda Station Jedi Temple from the NPC List in my post.)
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Padawan Rainwalker had never seen so many Jedi in his life!
Sure, the Temple back on his residential planet of Naboo was pretty populated, but Koda Station was something entirely different. With so many emblems of Jedi serenity abound it was difficult to not feel calm and peaceful yourself. As the black-cloaked Padawan followed his black-cloaked Master, he passed by hordes of monastic warriors in similar cloaks, or otherwise in white or cream robes, of species as various as the kinds of flowers in the fields of the Naboo Lake Country. As he walked ahead of his aunt Zulara and his two droids, he forced himself to take deep breaths to centre himself.
This whole place was a brilliant beacon in the Force.
“Master Han Xin,” the feminine voice shook the Padawan out of his thoughts, and the green-eyed Apprentice turned to look in the direction of the voice. He saw a mouse-eyed feminine humanoid, with two flaps of jowls around her cheeks - a Sullustan, but that was a species Annan did not know. She carried herself with an air of confidence and authority that seemed to make even his venerable Master seem like a toddler; she seemed to radiate a magnificent aura of command and sagacity that could strike awe even in Force-insensitives. She was dressed in the traditional Jedi robes.
Master Han Xin gave a serene smile in the direction of the Sullustan Jedi, his arms crossed and black sleeves flowing over one another on top of them as he bowed to her in acknowledgement, “Master Yuan Mynb.”
“It has been quite a while since I've seen you here,” Master Mynb then stared at the entourage behind Master Xin, particularly at the one with the ponytail.
Han Xin smiled. “Master Yuan, allow me to introduce you to my Padawan. Mister Rainwalker, this is Master Yuan Mynb, she is the Head of the Koda Station Jedi Temple,” the Padawan in question bowed to the elder Master.
“Annan Anakin Rainwalker, the Padawan learner to Master Han Xin. It is an honor to meet you, Master Mynb.” Ani introduced himself. Master Mynb gave a nod at him.
“You are strong with the Force, Padawan Rainwalker,” Master Mynb commented after a short pause, blessing him, “may your skills benefit you in the way of good, and lead you to paths of selflessness and wisdom. And... who is this?” Master Mynb nodded her head at the powerful Force user clothed in a green robe behind the Padawan.
Under her hood, Zulara pursed her lips. “I'm his mother,” she responded cheekily.
Annan resisted the urge to smack himself in front of the awe-inspiring Master.
“You are quite strong in the Force yourself,” Master Mynb commented, amused at the surge of emotions she felt from the Padawan and silently wondering how could his mother be so young. What was concerning to the Head of Koda Station, was the darkness she felt inside the lady Rainwalker. She did not say anything out of courtesy, but the look she gave Zulara confirmed it to the raven-haired maiden, who smirked.
“I'm no Jedi, Lady Mynb,” she said. “But I'm no Sith.”
Master Mynb nodded at her, deciding to let her be, for she was the relative of one of their students and under Master Han Xin's guardianship, and she sensed no ill-intent from her. Still, she would keep her eyes - or better yet, her Force senses - on her as long as she stayed here. Lady Mynb turned back to Master Xin, “I believe you are here concerning the transmission from a certain Senator. I believe the Alliance High Command is convening a meeting as we speak.”
Master Xin nodded. Lady Mynb motioned for the lot to follow them, and soon enough, they were joined by a multitude of prominent Jedi that were stationed at the Koda Temple, a few of them too with their Padawans. The introductions were brief, as they eventually came to the door of the Conference Room.
There was a total of seven Jedi who entered the Conference Room - and three of their Padawans, making a total of ten. Annan was included, while Zulara waited outside. They included the senior-most hierarchy of the Koda Jedi Temple, and both Annan and Zulara were surprised to see that Master Han Xin was included in those seven. They were, of course, lead by the Head of the Temple, Master Yuan Mynb herself - who had her own reservations about the two powerful non-Jedi Force users in the Room. She gave a look at the mysterious person known only as the Wayist, as she heard Senator Undant question him regarding the will of the Alliance High Command.
“Yes, I would myself prefer to know what the fuss is about already,” Lady Mynb spoke up, as Master Xin crossed his arms under his cloak and, being taller, was visible from behind her. He recognized Recruit Starr from when he had been present during Vek Terceron's recruitment; that had been months ago, when Ani was still a wet-behind-the-ears Padawan.
“Unlike some of my peers, I would prefer if the Jedi Coalition kept out of politics; and yet here you are, a Senator, in my Temple. There better be a good reason for this summoning, for this is not a Senate Building - you are most certainly our guest here.”
Padawan Rainwalker had never seen so many Jedi in his life!
Sure, the Temple back on his residential planet of Naboo was pretty populated, but Koda Station was something entirely different. With so many emblems of Jedi serenity abound it was difficult to not feel calm and peaceful yourself. As the black-cloaked Padawan followed his black-cloaked Master, he passed by hordes of monastic warriors in similar cloaks, or otherwise in white or cream robes, of species as various as the kinds of flowers in the fields of the Naboo Lake Country. As he walked ahead of his aunt Zulara and his two droids, he forced himself to take deep breaths to centre himself.
This whole place was a brilliant beacon in the Force.
“Master Han Xin,” the feminine voice shook the Padawan out of his thoughts, and the green-eyed Apprentice turned to look in the direction of the voice. He saw a mouse-eyed feminine humanoid, with two flaps of jowls around her cheeks - a Sullustan, but that was a species Annan did not know. She carried herself with an air of confidence and authority that seemed to make even his venerable Master seem like a toddler; she seemed to radiate a magnificent aura of command and sagacity that could strike awe even in Force-insensitives. She was dressed in the traditional Jedi robes.
Master Han Xin gave a serene smile in the direction of the Sullustan Jedi, his arms crossed and black sleeves flowing over one another on top of them as he bowed to her in acknowledgement, “Master Yuan Mynb.”
“It has been quite a while since I've seen you here,” Master Mynb then stared at the entourage behind Master Xin, particularly at the one with the ponytail.
Han Xin smiled. “Master Yuan, allow me to introduce you to my Padawan. Mister Rainwalker, this is Master Yuan Mynb, she is the Head of the Koda Station Jedi Temple,” the Padawan in question bowed to the elder Master.
“Annan Anakin Rainwalker, the Padawan learner to Master Han Xin. It is an honor to meet you, Master Mynb.” Ani introduced himself. Master Mynb gave a nod at him.
“You are strong with the Force, Padawan Rainwalker,” Master Mynb commented after a short pause, blessing him, “may your skills benefit you in the way of good, and lead you to paths of selflessness and wisdom. And... who is this?” Master Mynb nodded her head at the powerful Force user clothed in a green robe behind the Padawan.
Under her hood, Zulara pursed her lips. “I'm his mother,” she responded cheekily.
Annan resisted the urge to smack himself in front of the awe-inspiring Master.
“You are quite strong in the Force yourself,” Master Mynb commented, amused at the surge of emotions she felt from the Padawan and silently wondering how could his mother be so young. What was concerning to the Head of Koda Station, was the darkness she felt inside the lady Rainwalker. She did not say anything out of courtesy, but the look she gave Zulara confirmed it to the raven-haired maiden, who smirked.
“I'm no Jedi, Lady Mynb,” she said. “But I'm no Sith.”
Master Mynb nodded at her, deciding to let her be, for she was the relative of one of their students and under Master Han Xin's guardianship, and she sensed no ill-intent from her. Still, she would keep her eyes - or better yet, her Force senses - on her as long as she stayed here. Lady Mynb turned back to Master Xin, “I believe you are here concerning the transmission from a certain Senator. I believe the Alliance High Command is convening a meeting as we speak.”
Master Xin nodded. Lady Mynb motioned for the lot to follow them, and soon enough, they were joined by a multitude of prominent Jedi that were stationed at the Koda Temple, a few of them too with their Padawans. The introductions were brief, as they eventually came to the door of the Conference Room.
There was a total of seven Jedi who entered the Conference Room - and three of their Padawans, making a total of ten. Annan was included, while Zulara waited outside. They included the senior-most hierarchy of the Koda Jedi Temple, and both Annan and Zulara were surprised to see that Master Han Xin was included in those seven. They were, of course, lead by the Head of the Temple, Master Yuan Mynb herself - who had her own reservations about the two powerful non-Jedi Force users in the Room. She gave a look at the mysterious person known only as the Wayist, as she heard Senator Undant question him regarding the will of the Alliance High Command.
“Yes, I would myself prefer to know what the fuss is about already,” Lady Mynb spoke up, as Master Xin crossed his arms under his cloak and, being taller, was visible from behind her. He recognized Recruit Starr from when he had been present during Vek Terceron's recruitment; that had been months ago, when Ani was still a wet-behind-the-ears Padawan.
“Unlike some of my peers, I would prefer if the Jedi Coalition kept out of politics; and yet here you are, a Senator, in my Temple. There better be a good reason for this summoning, for this is not a Senate Building - you are most certainly our guest here.”
"If there is no path before you, create your own."
—Journal of the Whills 7:549
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Neive Undant
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Re: Planning(Any jedi or Galactic alliance figures available!)
Neive looked at the master that addressed him, confused as a womp rat on hoth. "Um, all due respect, I am indeed a Jedi. I may deal with political issues directly including or addressing the Jedi, but I am still a jedi nonetheless. As for the purpose of this meeting... I would like to present you with a plan against the empire already discussed by the alliance. Although we don't have the alliance forces for a large scale assault, we will have enough to cover at least one planet in particular, if we can get a couple more jedi to join and help with taking it."
Neive stood and brought up a map of the galaxy. From Endor to Coruscant to Korriban, the entire galaxy was at their fingertips. Although it was common to see these days, Neive still took a bit of awe in looking at the diagram.
"We are currently here, in Kota station." He pointed to the small grey speck in the southern end of the galaxy, a red marker lighting up their position. "At the moment, Bright Star Fleet make their way to the station in preparation. Preparation for what, you may ask? Well, I have looked, and here is the borders between imperial territory and alliance territory. This doesn't include hutt, sith and neutral area." The blue and red borders appeared, and the galaxy was colored to show the divide between the factions. "Between the Endor system and the rest of imperial territory is a large gap. No outposts, no planets, nothing. While we hold this station along with a few closer planets along a main route to the planet. If we can hold a large assault against Endor, then perhaps annex the surrounding planets into alliance space, we will not only be a step closer to surrounding the empire, but we will have a more protected trade route to transport, along with a new port. More, safer transports along with more territory and better strategic placement to hold assaults against imperial forces."
Neive hesitated for a minute, before he continued. The alliance needed to know everything in order to be on board, he thought.
"On the other side of the galaxy, a third party is holding another assault. While the empire may focus on our forces, they will not only be taking another planet, Botajef, from the empire, but they will also take the Hydian way out of the Empire's use. They will be forced to use another main route, one that lies on the border between their territory and our's, making any hit and run missions on imperial transports much easier." Short and sweet. That's what he needed. He looked to the jedi in front of him, awaiting their replies, both positive... and negative.
Neive stood and brought up a map of the galaxy. From Endor to Coruscant to Korriban, the entire galaxy was at their fingertips. Although it was common to see these days, Neive still took a bit of awe in looking at the diagram.
"We are currently here, in Kota station." He pointed to the small grey speck in the southern end of the galaxy, a red marker lighting up their position. "At the moment, Bright Star Fleet make their way to the station in preparation. Preparation for what, you may ask? Well, I have looked, and here is the borders between imperial territory and alliance territory. This doesn't include hutt, sith and neutral area." The blue and red borders appeared, and the galaxy was colored to show the divide between the factions. "Between the Endor system and the rest of imperial territory is a large gap. No outposts, no planets, nothing. While we hold this station along with a few closer planets along a main route to the planet. If we can hold a large assault against Endor, then perhaps annex the surrounding planets into alliance space, we will not only be a step closer to surrounding the empire, but we will have a more protected trade route to transport, along with a new port. More, safer transports along with more territory and better strategic placement to hold assaults against imperial forces."
Neive hesitated for a minute, before he continued. The alliance needed to know everything in order to be on board, he thought.
"On the other side of the galaxy, a third party is holding another assault. While the empire may focus on our forces, they will not only be taking another planet, Botajef, from the empire, but they will also take the Hydian way out of the Empire's use. They will be forced to use another main route, one that lies on the border between their territory and our's, making any hit and run missions on imperial transports much easier." Short and sweet. That's what he needed. He looked to the jedi in front of him, awaiting their replies, both positive... and negative.
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Derric Starr
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Re: Planning(Any jedi or Galactic alliance figures available!)
OOC: I swear it was a typo, Koda Kota, ahh oops. Now back to the regularly schedule programming
"The Galactic Alliance has dispatched the Bright Star Fleet to aid this mission...
Starr the Wayist, a recruit and under the watchful eyes of the Jedi Coalition hesitated as the Jedi filed in. As each spoke in turn he waited and listened. This was not really his war, in fact the last time he started a war, the entire Mandalorian Sector fought itself for the better part of a year, this was truly not his war. Not his place to make arguments for or against.
"As Neive has spoken the Alliance is sending in the Bright Star Fleet, this fleet is not a regular fleet, it's not widely known outside of Alliance Intelligence. Which provides the element of surprise for this operation as the regular fleets will remain in their current roles and positions.
As far as maintaining the stability of the fleets of the Alliance and Jedi, there is no need to worry. Bright Star Fleet basically doesn't exist to the rest of the galaxy at this time, the Alliance has been keeping this fleets construction quiet. This gives us the opportunity to strike without sacrificing from our established lines of defense.
As it stands the Alliance has given the go ahead for this operation. The details of which we are to go over and put in place here and now.
"The Galactic Alliance has dispatched the Bright Star Fleet to aid this mission...
Starr the Wayist, a recruit and under the watchful eyes of the Jedi Coalition hesitated as the Jedi filed in. As each spoke in turn he waited and listened. This was not really his war, in fact the last time he started a war, the entire Mandalorian Sector fought itself for the better part of a year, this was truly not his war. Not his place to make arguments for or against.
"As Neive has spoken the Alliance is sending in the Bright Star Fleet, this fleet is not a regular fleet, it's not widely known outside of Alliance Intelligence. Which provides the element of surprise for this operation as the regular fleets will remain in their current roles and positions.
As far as maintaining the stability of the fleets of the Alliance and Jedi, there is no need to worry. Bright Star Fleet basically doesn't exist to the rest of the galaxy at this time, the Alliance has been keeping this fleets construction quiet. This gives us the opportunity to strike without sacrificing from our established lines of defense.
As it stands the Alliance has given the go ahead for this operation. The details of which we are to go over and put in place here and now.
The problem with crawling into a hole... having the motivation to climb back out!
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Ordona Vandorak
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Re: Planning(Any jedi or Galactic alliance figures available!)
Frakking frak, frak, frak. I’m so kriffing late. Derric’s gonna have my head, Ordona cursed at herself as she ran through the hanger. She dodged past droids and people, her dark hair swinging wildly back and forth, threatening to burst from the ponytail it was currently held in. She threw herself over a crate that slid into her path with a Force-aided jump, landing at a run. She slid to a stop at the doors leading out into the main section of the station, waiting impatiently as they slowly slid open.
“Come on, come on,” she urged. Ordona looked over her shoulder, catching only a glimpse of The Darkstar Crusader as it sat in dock. The poor thing had seen a ton of combat in the past few months and she knew that she needed to take the time to make some major repairs. It just seemed like there was never enough time. Which is probably why it had died on her halfway to Koda Station and left her drifting in the middle of nowhere for a few hours while she fixed it.
She sighed. She never would have let that happen before. She was getting sloppy lately, frazzled and disorganized. Ordona knew it had something to do with the turmoil she felt over her new direction and the internal resistance to it, but that was no excuse. She vowed to tighten up and get a handle on things after this mission.
The doors finally opened and she took off at a sprint, again. Apprentices, Knights and other support personnel eyed her cautiously as she dashed through the corridor. She made sure never to be in a position that might send one of them sprawling or to accidentally run into someone, keeping her awareness alert through the Force for anyone or anything in her path. In moments, she’d made it to the conference room where she felt a gathering of serious presences, recognizing one or two of them.
Ordona hesitated, unsure if she should knock or stride right in. In the end, she settled for slowly opening the door and sidling in as quietly as possible. The only sound she made was tightly controlled breaths as she got her breathing back down from her run. She made it into the room just as Derric finished.
“The details of which we are to go over and put in place here and now.”
“Come on, come on,” she urged. Ordona looked over her shoulder, catching only a glimpse of The Darkstar Crusader as it sat in dock. The poor thing had seen a ton of combat in the past few months and she knew that she needed to take the time to make some major repairs. It just seemed like there was never enough time. Which is probably why it had died on her halfway to Koda Station and left her drifting in the middle of nowhere for a few hours while she fixed it.
She sighed. She never would have let that happen before. She was getting sloppy lately, frazzled and disorganized. Ordona knew it had something to do with the turmoil she felt over her new direction and the internal resistance to it, but that was no excuse. She vowed to tighten up and get a handle on things after this mission.
The doors finally opened and she took off at a sprint, again. Apprentices, Knights and other support personnel eyed her cautiously as she dashed through the corridor. She made sure never to be in a position that might send one of them sprawling or to accidentally run into someone, keeping her awareness alert through the Force for anyone or anything in her path. In moments, she’d made it to the conference room where she felt a gathering of serious presences, recognizing one or two of them.
Ordona hesitated, unsure if she should knock or stride right in. In the end, she settled for slowly opening the door and sidling in as quietly as possible. The only sound she made was tightly controlled breaths as she got her breathing back down from her run. She made it into the room just as Derric finished.
“The details of which we are to go over and put in place here and now.”
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Annan Rainwalker
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Re: The Calm before the War!
(OOC: Sorry about the confusion; I don't know why I thought you were a Senator, Nieve, it just seemed to be stuck in my head.)
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Master Mynb scoffed. “A Jedi, you are,” the Sullustan said with a tone of contempt, and the way she said it, Annan wondered whether she was being sarcastic or admitting to a case of mistaken identity. Perhaps both? Her expression was unreadable, her tone even, and her words duplicitous.
Master Han Xin crossed his hands, the black sleeves of his cloak flowing into one another over them, as the Master Jedi listened to the plan presented by Nieve and the Wayist. Of course, there was not a Jedi in the room who did not notice the late arrival - tardiness was always looked down upon whether one a soldier or an interstellar monastic warrior, especially when such tardiness was shown by Force users.
Forcer users.
Who were not Jedi.
In a Jedi Temple.
Master Yuan Mynb hid her increasing vexation at how many powerful non-Jedi Force users were in Koda Temple. Padawan Rainwalker's mother. The Wayist. This new person who had just 'snuck' into the meeting, but apparently had Alliance-sanctioned security clearance to do so. So many non-Jedi Force Users in the main Jedi Temple. Her main Jedi Temple. Around warriors and younglings she was responsible for. Pulsars and Suns in the Force, that no one could ever fully know where their allegiances lay - neither Jedi, nor Sith, but entirely unknown beings with entirely uncertain futures and entirely debatable intentions.
Kriffing security risks.
The Jedi absorbed the plan as the two men presented it. Master Mynb incubated the plan, as did the other Masters in the room, before Master Xin spoke up, a hand resting on his chin as he mulled over the described strategy. “This is... surprisely well thought-out,” he muttered. “I would like to hear more, and I would prefer if you explained what role exactly the Jedi will be playing in this.”
“If, Master Xin,” Master Mynb interrupted. “I, for one, still need to be convinced if the Jedi should really get involved in more conflict.”
“I am entirely against this,” commented Master Sam Tallav, Human male Jedi Guardian, “we have enough on our plate as it is, dealing with the Sith - we do not need to get involved in more skirmishes with Empire, and we don't need more petty politics!”
“ARRR, AUNGHGH!!!” Master Shirrwa, a Wookiee Male Jedi Guardian responded in favour of the plan, openly contradicting Master Tallav.
Before long, all Sith broke lose amongst the Koda Temple Masters as they began to discuss and debate the pros and cons of assisting the Alliance in this stratagem.
Master Mynb scoffed. “A Jedi, you are,” the Sullustan said with a tone of contempt, and the way she said it, Annan wondered whether she was being sarcastic or admitting to a case of mistaken identity. Perhaps both? Her expression was unreadable, her tone even, and her words duplicitous.
Master Han Xin crossed his hands, the black sleeves of his cloak flowing into one another over them, as the Master Jedi listened to the plan presented by Nieve and the Wayist. Of course, there was not a Jedi in the room who did not notice the late arrival - tardiness was always looked down upon whether one a soldier or an interstellar monastic warrior, especially when such tardiness was shown by Force users.
Forcer users.
Who were not Jedi.
In a Jedi Temple.
Master Yuan Mynb hid her increasing vexation at how many powerful non-Jedi Force users were in Koda Temple. Padawan Rainwalker's mother. The Wayist. This new person who had just 'snuck' into the meeting, but apparently had Alliance-sanctioned security clearance to do so. So many non-Jedi Force Users in the main Jedi Temple. Her main Jedi Temple. Around warriors and younglings she was responsible for. Pulsars and Suns in the Force, that no one could ever fully know where their allegiances lay - neither Jedi, nor Sith, but entirely unknown beings with entirely uncertain futures and entirely debatable intentions.
Kriffing security risks.
The Jedi absorbed the plan as the two men presented it. Master Mynb incubated the plan, as did the other Masters in the room, before Master Xin spoke up, a hand resting on his chin as he mulled over the described strategy. “This is... surprisely well thought-out,” he muttered. “I would like to hear more, and I would prefer if you explained what role exactly the Jedi will be playing in this.”
“If, Master Xin,” Master Mynb interrupted. “I, for one, still need to be convinced if the Jedi should really get involved in more conflict.”
“I am entirely against this,” commented Master Sam Tallav, Human male Jedi Guardian, “we have enough on our plate as it is, dealing with the Sith - we do not need to get involved in more skirmishes with Empire, and we don't need more petty politics!”
“ARRR, AUNGHGH!!!” Master Shirrwa, a Wookiee Male Jedi Guardian responded in favour of the plan, openly contradicting Master Tallav.
Before long, all Sith broke lose amongst the Koda Temple Masters as they began to discuss and debate the pros and cons of assisting the Alliance in this stratagem.
"If there is no path before you, create your own."
—Journal of the Whills 7:549
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Neive Undant
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Re: Planning(Any jedi or Galactic alliance figures available!)
Neive looked down as the room became ruckused, before finally speaking up. "Everyone, please!" After the room settled, neive spoke again. "This is not politics that we're talking about. The sith may be out there, and yes they should be the jedi's main priority, but not only is the empire the biggest threat to the jedi, as far as manpower and supplies, but they are also much closer to home. If they decided to take the systems around kota station, move a fleet into the area, what then? We need to take Endor not only to give a push to the empire, but to preemptively strike at them before they can attack us." Neive looked over the jedi in the room. "If you value this temple... if you value the lives of anyone in this station, you will help. Because the empire is closer than you think." He looked at the map, as kota station stayed highlighted. "If they take the area and find this station... the jedi will truly be all but extinct." Neive looked at the masters, one by one, then finally the wayist. All of the jedi would have to believe in this after that, he thought. They just had to be on board.