>>5774516
>Use the force to grab hold of one of the clones, using them as a human shield buying us a few moments more to process the situation and react

>>5774516
>Erect a Force barrier to shield himself, taking a moment to assess the situation more clearly.

Wonder what lightsaber form(s) we practice

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>>5774532
>>5774537

With an instinctual swiftness, Master Galat reaches out through the Force, his fingers moving with precision. One of the Clone Troopers, caught off-guard, is suddenly lifted off his feet and pulled towards the Jedi. The Clone's own comrades hesitate, their blasters aimed but unwilling to fire on their brother.

The momentary shield provides Kessarion with a heartbeat of time, his mind racing as the weight of the betrayal sinks in. The distant sounds of Saleucami's wildlife seem to fade, and in this brief window of time, only the immediate surroundings have his attention. The Clone held in his grasp struggles, his voice distorted as he calls out to the others.

“Release me! Do it, brothers! For the Republic!”

A nearby cliff promises a potential escape route, and a dense cluster of the foliage could serve as cover. However, Kessarion knows he can't hold onto the Clone forever, and the rest are merely a breath away from taking their shot.

>Use the held Clone Trooper to Force Push the others off balance, and make a dash towards the dense foliage for cover.
>Attempt to reason with the clones: "Brothers, we've fought side by side! Why this betrayal?"
>With a determined resolve, ignite the blue lightsaber and charge at the clones, aiming to neutralize them swiftly.
>Other

>>5774552
Form VI, also known as Niman, the Way of the Rancor, the Moderation Form, and the diplomat's form.

>>5774553
>Attempt to reason with the clones: "Brothers, we've fought side by side! Why this betrayal?"
>While using the force to activate any explosives our once loyal soldiers have on them, if they can be reasoned with we can toss them away from their bodies. If not...well, it will be mercifully quick for them

>>5774562
Nice, we're a generalist then

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>>5774564
As the weight of betrayal bears down on him, Kessarion's voice rises above the tension, tinged with desperation and disbelief. "Brothers, we've fought side by side! Why this betrayal?" He extends a hand, not in attack, but in plea, trying to find any semblance of their shared camaraderie within their eyes.

But even as he speaks, his connection with the Force is deep, probing and seeking. He senses the familiar hum of thermal detonators carried by some of the Clone Troopers - standard equipment for situations requiring tactical demolition.

The response from the lead Clone Trooper is cold, its depth of loyalty to the Chancellor evident. "The Jedi have betrayed the Republic, Master Jedi. We have our orders."

Just as they ready their blasters, Kessarion acts. With a focused thought, he activates the thermal detonators on their belts. If they show any sign of halting their aggression, he's ready to use the Force to fling the explosives away, saving them from the imminent explosion. But the clones' intent is clear; they advance without hesitation.

The detonators activate in a series of blinding flashes, and the immediate area is engulfed in smoke, fire, and chaos. The once loyal Clone Troopers are consumed in the explosion, their end both tragic and swift.

Coughing and disoriented, Kessarion rises from the ground, the remnants of his loyal squadron scattered around him. Saleucami's exotic ambience is now marred by the acrid scent of smoke and scorched earth.

>Use the momentary cover of smoke to retreat towards the dense foliage, putting distance between oneself and potential reinforcements.
>Scan the surroundings for a communications device to inform the Republic settlement of the betrayal and gather intelligence.
>Take a moment to meditate, seeking clarity and guidance from the Force about the next best course of action.
>Move quickly towards the high vantage point of the cliff, hoping to spot any approaching threats and strategize an escape route.

>>5774654
>Scan the surroundings for a communications device to inform the Republic settlement of the betrayal and gather intelligence.

That was badass

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>>5774692
Navigating through the haze of smoke and the grim aftermath, Kessarion's senses are heightened. He knows that a communications device would be crucial. Information is power, especially now when the very fabric of the galaxy seems to be tearing at its seams.

In the remnants of a fallen clone's utility belt, he finds what he's looking for – a compact, military-grade holocommunicator. Activating it, he is immediately greeted with a barrage of chaotic transmissions.

"...-sault on the Jedi Temple...”
"...-edi traitors, lethal force authorized…”
"...-requesting immediate evac, they've turned on us…”

The grim reality sinks in even further. This isn't an isolated incident; the entirety of the Jedi Order is under attack.

Desperately, Kessarion taps into the frequency designated for the Republic settlement he was previously coordinating with. "This is Master Kessarion Galat. The clones have betrayed us. I repeat, the clones have turned against the Jedi. You must be on guard!" He warns.

A brief moment of silence ensues, then a voice, unmistakably that of a Clone commander, crackles through. "Master Galat, your services to the Republic are noted, but you and your kind have been deemed traitors. This transmission is terminated."

The communicator goes dead, the ominous static a chilling reminder of the betrayal.

>Venture into Saleucami's vast wetlands and estuaries, using the natural terrain as cover, hoping to evade any clone patrols and find a place to regroup.
>Find a quiet spot amidst the geothermal springs and meditate, hoping for guidance, insights, or even a sign from the Force to understand the greater design behind this treachery.
>Seek out any non-Republic local settlements or tribes for potential allies, resources, or at least a temporary safe haven.
>Make a beeline for the Republic outpost, hoping to find a starship or take down the clone forces there.
>Other

>>5774738
>Seek out any non-Republic local settlements or tribes for potential allies, resources, or at least a temporary safe haven.

It'd be interesting if we could ally with the local separatists, even if its only temporary. And if not, then finding a safe haven will give us a chance to meditate on the force.

Really we just need to put as much distance between Kess and the Holocummunicator since I'd bet anything that commander is going to be sending a strike force on its location to try and merc us. And who knows, maybe the locals know a place safe enough for us to meditate at length

Also, I find the commander's response bitterly tragic,

>>5774749
Master Kessarion Galat, with the loss and betrayal still stinging in his heart, decides to seek out non-Republic local settlements on Saleucami. The terrain is rugged, marked by geothermal springs and volcanic mounds, but he moves with determination, using his knowledge of the Force to sense the presence of lifeforms and avoid any clone patrols.

As he traverses the landscape, his mind drifts to the recent demise of Count Dooku, a fellow Serennian who had chosen a path starkly different from his own. Kessarion couldn’t help but entertain a flicker of bitterness. Dooku, once a brilliant Jedi, had facilitated Kessarion’s acceptance into the Order decades ago, and his meteoric rise through the ranks might have been influenced by the Count’s strings. Yet, throughout the war, not once did Dooku attempt to contact him or sway him to the Separatist cause.

The thought of Dooku brings another realization – Saleucami had been a battlefield, and there might still be Separatist remnants on the planet. They could possess valuable information about the ongoing chaos. If he could locate them, they might form unlikely allies in these trying times.

But as Kessarion plotted his course, his thoughts were pulled elsewhere. His young Wookiee Padawan, currently on Kashyyyk, weighed heavily on his mind. The bond they shared allowed him to sense she was alive, and he took solace in the knowledge she was in the company of Master Yoda. Still, the uncertainty gnawed at him; the universe had become a dangerous place for their kind.

As he delves deeper into the wilderness, Kessarion senses the presence of a settlement – non-Republic, secluded, and wary.

Upon closer inspection, the settlement reveals itself to be a peaceful agricultural community. Simple homes dot the landscape, with fields of crops stretching towards the horizon. The air is thick with the sweet aroma of fruits and grains. Local human inhabitants, engrossed in their daily routines, seem unaware of the galaxy-wide chaos. Clearly, this place has remained untouched by the political upheavals and holds no direct affiliation to either the Republic or the Separatists.

>Walk directly into the village, presenting himself as a weary traveler in need of shelter.
>Inquire about the village’s leadership or an elder, hoping to discuss his situation and seek their guidance on the best way to proceed.
>Enter the village discreetly, blending in and avoiding direct attention, purchasing supplies without disclosing his identity and try to find a cantina or a place to stay the night.
>Instead of entering the village, look for nearby shelters or abandoned structures to lay low for a while, monitoring the situation from a safe distance.
>Survey the village and its surroundings for any speeders, transports, or other vehicles, considering options to either purchase or, as a last resort, steal one for a quicker escape.

>>5774771
>Inquire about the village’s leadership or an elder, hoping to discuss his situation and seek their guidance on the best way to proceed.


Also you may wanna drop a link to this quest in /qtg/

>>5774776
Choosing to disguise his identity, Kessarion adjusts his appearance to that of a weary traveler, ensuring his lightsaber remains concealed. With each step towards the village, he feels the weight of uncertainty, but determination fuels his resolve.

Upon entering, he senses a variety of emotions from the villagers – curiosity, caution, and a hint of wariness. The simplicity of their lives and the relative peace they’ve maintained throughout the galactic turmoil is evident in the way they glance at the stranger in their midst.

Kessarion politely inquires about the village's leadership, and he’s soon directed to a modest dwelling at the village’s edge. The villagers speak with a mix of reverence and affection about the occupant, an old, retired ranger responsible for their safety, working under the Planetary Security Forces and funded by the Republic.

As Kessarion approaches the dwelling, he senses a well of experience and wisdom from within, a presence accustomed to the harsh realities of life yet possessing a calm resolve. The door opens to reveal an elderly man with weathered features, eyes that have seen many seasons, and a stance that, despite his age, speaks of readiness.

“Greetings,” Kessarion began, offering a slight bow of respect. “I am a traveler seeking guidance in these troubled times. Word has it you are the elder here, a protector of sorts. Might I have a moment of your time?”

The ranger, pausing his instructions, turns his piercing eyes onto Kessarion, assessing him. “You look weary, traveler. And there’s a weight in those eyes that tells me your journey hasn't been an easy one. Come, let’s talk.”

>Relate the events without revealing Jedi identity, emphasizing the chaos and betrayal by the Republic forces.
>Trust the ranger’s judgment and reveal the full extent of the events, including his status as a Jedi.
>Inquire about the village’s defenses and if they’ve had any encounters with Republic forces recently.
>Gently probe for information about any Separatist remnants or sympathizers in the area, and whether they could be a potential source of information or alliance.
>Ask if the village has any long-range communication devices or if they're aware of any nearby locations that might.
>Ask if there's a place in the village, perhaps a remote house or hut, where he can lie low and recuperate without drawing attention.
>Other

Choose 2

>>5774798

>Ask if the village has any long-range communication devices or if they're aware of any nearby locations that might.
>Ask if there's a place in the village, perhaps a remote house or hut, where he can lie low and recuperate without drawing attention.

Best to avoid attention for a while

>>5774805
+1

Solid start, +1 on the vote from me. Who would we contact in particular?

>>5774798
>>5774805
Support.

>>5774805
Successful Jedi strategy to survive Order 66 :
1/ Keep your trap sealed shut about jediness
2/ Go play Walker Space Ranger in the outer Rim

>>5774805
+1

I like this start, a generally pacifistic Jedi Master who won't hesitate to just erase an entire squadron of Clones when he has to.

"If you have to die then it is my obligation to make it painless."

>>5774805
>>5774888
>>5775086
>>5775106
>>5775111
>>5775123
With a cautious tone, Master Kessarion addressed the seasoned ranger, "Would you happen to know if the village has access to any long-range communication devices, or if there’s any nearby location that might?"

The ranger studied Kessarion for a moment, his gaze sharp yet discerning. “Long-range comms are scarce around these parts. The Republic saw to their regulation, and we’ve had little need. However, there might be some old equipment at the Planetary Security Forces outpost, a few kilometers west of here. But I warn you, it’s been abandoned for some time.”

Kessarion nodded, absorbing this information. The outpost might hold the key to communicating with the broader galaxy, but it could also present unforeseen risks.

Changing the subject slightly, Kessarion continued, “And on a more immediate note, is there a place within the village, perhaps a secluded house or hut, where I might find refuge?"

The ranger’s eyes softened, and he glanced back at the villagers under his protection. “We are simple folk here, but we understand the value of shelter and safety. There’s an old storage hut on the outskirts of the village, seldom used. It’s humble, but it will offer you solitude and a place to rest.”

Gratitude filled Kessarion’s heart. He offered his sincere thanks to the ranger, assuring him that he sought only peace and would bring no harm to the village.

>Take the opportunity to rest and recover in the provided shelter, staying vigilant for any unexpected developments.
>Use the solitude of the secluded hut to delve deep into a Force meditation. Deeply concerned about his padawan, try to reach out through the Force to sense her well-being.
>Spend some time mingling with the local population, discreetly gaining insights about the planetary situation and any whispers of Republic or Separatist movements.
>Recognizing the urgency of understanding the broader galactic situation, make haste to the abandoned communications outpost.
>Investigate the availability of supplies, transportation, and equipment within the village that could aid in future survival and evasion.
>Other

>>5775179
>Use the solitude of the secluded hut to delve deep into a Force meditation. Deeply concerned about his padawan, try to reach out through the Force to sense her well-being.
Kashyyyk is one of the safest places for a Jedi to be during the purge, especially if he’s sticking around Yoda. In any case, it would be good to let our padawan know that we’re alive.

>>5775179

>Use the solitude of the secluded hut to delve deep into a Force meditation. Deeply concerned about his padawan, try to reach out through the Force to sense her well-being.

We’re only one guy - we can’t save the whole Order. But maybe we can save our Padawan

>>5775179
>>Use the solitude of the secluded hut to delve deep into a Force meditation. Deeply concerned about his padawan, try to reach out through the Force to sense her well-being.

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Guided by the unwavering focus of his intentions, Master Kessarion made his way to the recommended secluded hut. Its rustic charm provided a stark contrast to the elegant chambers and facilities of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but it carried a serene aura, ideal for the introspection he was about to undertake.

With the galaxy in tumult, the lines of the Force were clouded, distorted by the dark tide sweeping across the stars. The safety and well-being of his young padawan weighed heavily on his heart.

Sitting cross-legged, Kessarion cleared his mind and extended his senses, allowing the natural energy of the Force to envelop him. Visions passed through his mind — distant battles, falling Jedi, and the relentless march of the clones. Yet he focused, navigating the tapestry of the Force, seeking the familiar essence of his padawan.

The ethereal tendrils of the Force took Kessarion's focus not to Kashyyyk's dense forests but instead into the vast, silent expanse of space. Within this vastness, his senses latched onto a distinct beacon - Lorrha. Her essence, usually vibrant and full of youthful exuberance, now felt muffled, weighed down by distress.

Kessarion visualized her aboard a ship, the environment around her cold and mechanical. Flashes of a star chart entered his mind, a jump to hyperspace, the distant hum of an engine in distress, and the soft, muffled sounds of conversations she wasn’t a part of. She was not alone, but neither was she surrounded by allies. The feeling of her concealment was strong, perhaps she was hiding, stowing away or even captured.

Panic started to grip him. He wanted to guide her, but the nature of this connection was passive. He could only observe, not communicate. The meditation provided insight but also left him with more questions. Why wasn’t she on Kashyyyk? What led her to this situation? And most crucially, how could he assist her?

Drawing himself out from the meditation, a weight settled in his chest. The bond between a master and padawan was profound, and the instinct to protect, guide, and rescue Lorrha consumed him. He knew he had to act, and quickly.

>Using the fleeting image of the star chart from his vision, attempt to identify Lorrha's potential location or trajectory in the galaxy.
>Consider discreetly acquiring or arranging transport off Saleucami to search for Lorrha in space directly.
>Plan to sneak out after nightfall and head to the nearby deserted communication facility. Its equipment might be old, but there's a chance to get it working again, either to contact someone reliable or gather more intel on current galactic events.
>Try to clear your mind and rest, prepare for the battles ahead and sleep until dawn.
>Try to deepen your meditation, trying to reach any Jedis that still might be alive on Saleucami. You know that there was a master and apprentice on the other side of the planet when you first arrived couple of cycles ago.
>Try to concentrate on your old Master, Keelyvine Reus.

>>5775233

>Try to deepen your meditation, but not to reach out but in. Focus on your own thoughts and memories and review the vision you just had slowly and in detail seeking out anything you may have missed.

For a Jedi, panic is poison. We should slow down

>>5775247
Support

>>5775233
>>Using the fleeting image of the star chart from his vision, attempt to identify Lorrha's potential location or trajectory in the galaxy.

Use the force to make the memory sharper/more clear in your head.

>>5775247

This is a wise approach - she’s in danger but we’re not positioned to help her directly. We need local Jedi allies. Also by using the Force, we’re relatively safe, but we have to presume traditional comms could be detected by Imperials

>>5775233
>>Try to deepen your meditation, trying to reach any Jedis that still might be alive on Saleucami. You know that there was a master and apprentice on the other side of the planet when you first arrived couple of cycles ago.
We can always Force-IPget later

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>>5775247
>>5775248
>>5775251
>>5775259

As the weight of responsibility pressed down on him, Master Kessarion was reminded of an old Jedi adage: In the rush of the river, find stillness. He needed clarity now more than ever. Panic, fear, and haste were paths to the dark side, and would only cloud his judgment.

Drawing a deep breath, he centered himself. The energy of the Force swirled around him, a comforting embrace. He closed his eyes and delved inward, focusing not on the vast tapestry of the galaxy but on the inner sanctum of his mind and the memories contained within.

As the vision of the star chart coalesced in his mind, he focused on it intently, letting the Force enhance the details and bring clarity. Slowly, the seemingly arbitrary dots and lines began to take shape and form. Patterns emerged, guiding Kessarion's mind towards the Outer Rim, closer and closer to his home planet of Serenno.

A chilling realization settled over him: Lorrha might be heading, knowingly or not, to a region he knew all too well.

Amidst this newfound clarity, another sensation flooded his senses – a deep, penetrating sorrow. It was as if the very fabric of the Force wept for its champions. The lives of many Jedi, once shining beacons of light, had been snuffed out. Their pain, confusion, and final moments echoed across the vast expanse of the Force, culminating in a torrent of anguish that threatened to drown him. The knowledge that all the Jedi on Saleucami had met their end added a heavy weight to his heart. Images of their killers flooded the tired Kessarion's mind.

Exhausted by the profound depth of his meditation and the torrent of emotions he navigated within the Force, Kessarion fell into a restless, dreamless slumber, the turmoil of the galaxy echoing in his subconscious as he sought a few hours of respite before the break of dawn.

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>>5775269

>The early morning light provides an opportune time to head to the old communication outpost. It might still have functional equipment that can be repurposed to gain a better understanding of the larger events playing out in the galaxy or to send discreet messages to potential allies.
>Change your appearance a bit more and spend the day in the village, especially at the local cantina. It's a place of chatter and gossip; you might overhear crucial information about the current situation. Plus, it's essential to know if any military units or clone patrols are in the vicinity.
>Armed with your knowledge of Republic facilities, attempt a stealthy infiltration of the Republic outpost where the betrayal began. It would be satisfying to teach a lesson to these killers. There may be valuable intel inside, and you could learn more about the clone's orders or find essential resources...perhaps even a ship.
>In these times of turmoil, the guidance of the Force is invaluable.Continue the day meditating, hoping for insights or visions that may help chart a course forward.
>The vast plains and hidden valleys of Saleucami might hide old vehicles or crashed ships. Embark on a quest to find a means of transportation that could aid in a swift escape if needed.
>Contact the Planetary Security Forces. They might not be part of the betrayal. Given the head of the village was once a ranger, he could have contacts there. If they're still loyal to the Republic and unaware of the betrayal, they could be potent allies or, at the very least, provide clarity on the state of Saleucami.
>Other

>>5775281

this is both safe, and very useful for us.

>The early morning light provides an opportune time to head to the old communication outpost. It might still have functional equipment that can be repurposed to gain a better understanding of the larger events playing out in the galaxy or to send discreet messages to potential allies.

>>5775281
Ok, I'm thinking that trying to engage with anyone is a bad idea. Need to keep to ourselves for the time being.

>The early morning light provides an opportune time to head to the old communication outpost. It might still have functional equipment that can be repurposed to gain a better understanding of the larger events playing out in the galaxy or to send discreet messages to potential allies.

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>>5775285
>>5775290
The first light of dawn painted a crimson hue across the horizon of Saleucami, casting long shadows upon the vast plains and rugged landscapes. With newfound resolve, Kessarion set out from the secluded hut, making his way toward the old communication outpost that lay on the outskirts of the current Republic jurisdiction. A relic from earlier days of the Republic's expansion, the outpost had long been abandoned in favor of more modern installations, but for a Jedi in need of discretion, its obscurity might prove invaluable.

Navigating the terrain was no easy feat; hidden crags and geysers characteristic of Saleucami's fractured crust posed a constant threat. But Master Kessarion's keen senses and agile footwork, honed over years of training, allowed him to tread safely.

As he approached the outpost, he noticed the structure was largely intact. The ravages of time and neglect had not eroded its framework, a testament to the quality of Republic engineering. Making his way inside, Kessarion quickly began to survey the outdated equipment. Dust and sand had made their home amidst the control panels and communication rigs, but with some work, the systems could potentially be restored to a functional state.

Kessarion’s skilled hands moved over the control panels, coaxing the dormant systems back to life. The equipment flickered and buzzed, struggling against the years of neglect, but slowly, the communication array began to respond. Static-filled voices and fragmented messages filled the air, painting a chaotic picture of the galaxy in disarray. Jedi hunted, planets in turmoil, the Republic fractured — the distressing information flowed in, overwhelming in its gravity.

In the sea of distress calls and encrypted messages, Kessarion’s ears caught a faint signal. A coded transmission.

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant. Avoid detection. Be secret... but be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere and, in time, I believe a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you always."

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>>5775374
As the voice of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi resonated through the decaying confines of the outpost, a shiver ran down Kessarion’s spine. The poignant message, laden with sorrow and wisdom, echoed the dire straits the galaxy had plunged into. The fall of the Jedi Order and the Republic had given rise to an era of darkness, and the once-hallowed halls of the Jedi Temple were no longer a sanctuary.

Kessarion listened intently to every word, committing them to memory. Kenobi’s message was a beacon of guidance in the shadows, a reminder to remain vigilant, trust in the Force, and above all, to harbor hope. Despite the grim circumstances, the assurance that other Jedi like Obi-Wan were still alive and resilient ignited a spark of hope in Kessarion’s heart.

>Inspired by Kenobi's message, make it a priority to locate any remaining Jedi or allies. Try to send a discreet and encrypted signal to known Jedi frequencies, hoping to get in touch with any surviving Jedi.
>Using the equipment at the outpost, attempt a discreet transmission to Lorrha's private commlink.
>Dive deeper into the outpost's communication systems, looking for any other encrypted transmissions or messages that might provide more information or guidance from other surviving Jedi or resistors.
>Leave the outpost, and make preparations to leave Saleucami, seeking refuge in more remote and lesser-known corners of the galaxy. The Outer Rim, and specifically the area near Serenno, could be a starting point, especially given the intuition about Lorrha.
>Given its remote location and the fact that it’s off the Empire's radar, consider using the outpost as a temporary base of operations, allowing Kessarion to rest, meditate, and strategize his next move.
>In a quiet corner of the outpost, take a moment to meditate on the Force seeking guidance.
>Access the outpost’s navigational systems to study the star maps and analyze potential locations in the Outer Rim where his padawan, Lorrha, might be, based on his Force vision.
>Try to find and activate any droids in the outpost that might be of assistance.
>Search the outpost for any uniforms or clothing left behind to adopt a disguise
>Check the outpost database and general inventory to find if there are any equipment, tools or vehicles that can be of use.
Choose 2.

>>5775377

>In a quiet corner of the outpost, take a moment to meditate on the Force seeking guidance.

>Inspired by Kenobi's message, make it a priority to locate any remaining Jedi or allies. Try to send a discreet and encrypted signal to known Jedi frequencies, hoping to get in touch with any surviving Jedi.

>>5775377
>Dive deeper into the outpost's communication systems, looking for any other encrypted transmissions or messages that might provide more information or guidance from other surviving Jedi or resistors.

>Given its remote location and the fact that it’s off the Empire's radar, consider using the outpost as a temporary base of operations, allowing Kessarion to rest, meditate, and strategize his next move.

I feel like a good Jedi would get as much information as possible. Truth is objective, and in a chaotic situation such as this, objectivity
could be what keeps us alive.

>>5775382
>>5775387
Nestled amidst the rusted terminals and decaying wires, Kessarion found a small alcove that still bore remnants of its past glory. The faint echo of long-forgotten conversations lingered in the air as the sun's golden rays pierced through the gaps in the walls, casting dancing beams of light upon the floor. In this tranquil space, Kessarion seated himself and began to meditate, seeking guidance from the Force.

As he attuned himself to the deeper currents of the Force, the environment around him seemed to fade away, replaced by the mists of time. From the veil emerged the stately visage of Count Dooku, accompanied by Kessarion's master Keelyvine Reus and a younger Kessarion, their eyes full of anticipation and mirth. They were on the verdant planet of Toprawa, attending an opulent dinner party within a palatial mansion, its grandeur reminiscent of Serenno's aristocratic elegance. The scene unfolded, revealing the moment when Dooku, with magnanimous pride, gifted the sprawling mansion to Master Reus in celebration of her ascendancy to the rank of Jedi Master.

The visions then shifted to a more recent memory. Master Reus had organized a gathering at the same mansion on Toprawa. Kessarion and his young padawan Lorrha were among the attendees. The joy and warmth of that day contrasted sharply with the present turmoil. But a realization dawned upon him; given the mansion's secluded location and its significance to Master Reus, it could potentially serve as a sanctuary for both his master and his padawan.

Rising from his meditation, Kessarion's concentration was soon disrupted by the soft chirping of the communication console. An incoming transmission was being received. Hesitantly, Kessarion approached and activated the display. The worn face of Jedi Master Cin Drallig emerged from the holo-projection.

"This is Master Cin Drallig," the image began, his voice laced with urgency, "To all surviving Jedi in the Outer Rim, rally at the Jedi Temple on Dantooine. An emergency conclave has been called. We must regroup and strategize. Our survival and the future of the Jedi Order are at stake."

The message concluded with the age-old blessing, "May the Force be with you." But it was not just a blessing; it was a plea, a call to action.

Kessarion now found himself at a crossroads, with potential paths stretching out before him. Each choice carried its weight, its risks, and its hopes. The fate of the Jedi, his padawan, and perhaps the galaxy rested on the decisions he would make in the coming days.

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>>5775503
The stillness of the outpost was suddenly broken by a distant hum, growing steadily louder. Kessarion's keen senses picked it up instantly — the unmistakable sound of a LAAT gunship. His heart raced as he realized that they were headed directly for his location. How they had discovered him was uncertain, but the immediate concern was the imminent danger he faced.

Using the Force, Kessarion reached out, attempting to get a clearer sense of the approaching threat. He discerned the presence of multiple life forms, all carrying the unmistakable signature of clone troopers. The tight formation and their direct trajectory towards the outpost indicated they weren't on a routine patrol — they were on a targeted mission. Kessarion was their objective.

>Utilize the outpost's structure and the surrounding terrain try to slip away unnoticed, avoiding direct confrontation and seeking a safer location to assess the situation and plan his next move.
>Enter the darker, deeper corridors of the base going underground, trying to find a place to hide.
>Leave the outpost, prepare yourself outside to attack the approaching clones once they land or drop down from the ship.
>Leave the outpost, ignite your lightsaber and take them head-on. The killers must pay.
>Try to focus and use the Force to cloak his presence and hide amidst the shadows of the outpost. Wait for the clones to enter, then use the element of surprise to kill or incapacitate them non-lethally and make his escape.
>Keep calm, wait for them to land. Attempt to communicate with the clones, appealing to their sense of duty and the bonds forged during the Clone Wars. Remind them of the time when Jedi and clones fought side by side.
>Other. (Always open to other inputs and actually prefer them)

>>5775507
Lead them towards known separatists strongholds. The enemy of my enemy and all that

>>5775507

>Enter the darker, deeper corridors of the base going underground, trying to find a place to hide.

Going into the tunnels will provide significant benefit to us; we will do better in the dark than they will

[[FORCE ECHOES - A simultaneous action needs to be decided along with >>5775507 ]]

Kessarion's senses were heightened from the intense Force meditations and he almost felt like he was in a semi-trance state.

Amid the looming threat of the approaching clone squadron, a tempest of emotions and visions stormed within Kessarion's consciousness. The Force resonated around him more intensely than ever before, as if he were standing at the confluence of countless rivers of energy. These currents interwove memories of the past, present, and possible futures, creating a vivid tapestry that seemed to pulse with life.

Suddenly, amongst the swirl of images and emotions, a specific vision materialized. A young, short brunette woman with a gaze that felt achingly familiar. She stood amidst a backdrop of rolling meadows bathed in the golden light of a setting sun. The wind tousled her hair, and her laughter echoed like a gentle melody. The scene was fleeting, a moment from Kessarion's teenage years, a memory so distant it felt like a dream. Yet, the raw emotion tied to it – a mix of longing, nostalgia, and unresolved feelings – threatened to consume him.

Why now? Why this memory, amidst all the chaos? The Force often worked in mysterious ways, revealing truths and guiding its users towards destiny. But with imminent danger approaching, the timing of this vision felt both cruel and poignant.


>Embrace the Vision: Allow himself to focus on the vision, attempting to unravel its meaning and significance. Perhaps this memory held a key or a message he had yet to understand. Force is almost demanding you to focus on the vision, yet you feel like you need to sober up and focus on the current clone ambush.

Block the Vision: Using his training, Kessarion would attempt to wall off the intrusive memory, shielding his mind from the past's distractions to better focus on the present danger even though his heart yearns to give in to the vision.

Channel the Vision: Recognizing the heightened sensitivity he currently had with the Force, Kessarion could try to redirect this intense connection. By pivoting from the vision of the young woman, he might be able to peer into the clones' intentions or even subtly influence their actions, turning the unexpected surge of Force sensitivity into an advantage in the impending confrontation.Kessarion never had such an experience before and he is not sure if he would be able to do it or get overwhelmed.

>>5775507
>Damage the communication console, to ensure that the clones can't possibly pull the Dantooine message, if any record was left.
>Enter the darker, deeper corridors of the base going underground, trying to find a place to hide.
>would like both, but will take first if Pick zone Only

Secret tunnel~
Also it's unlikely they've pinpointed our exact location as being this place - it's far more likely that they're scouting and picked a former outpost to scour/turn into a current outpost.

>>5775526
>>5775507

>Embrace the vision, after hiding out in the dark tunnels

>>5775526

>Embrace the Vision: Allow himself to focus on the vision, attempting to unravel its meaning and significance. Perhaps this memory held a key or a message he had yet to understand. Force is almost demanding you to focus on the vision, yet you feel like you need to sober up and focus on the current clone ambush.

Let’s see what the Force has in store for us, we can hide in the tunnels after

>>5775515
>>5775531
>>5775534
>>5775536
As the familiar hum of clone boots echoed down the corridors of the outpost, Kessarion swiftly descended into the labyrinthine underground pathways, evading their pursuit. The subterranean recesses of the outpost bore testament to decades of neglect, with cobwebs veiling dusty passageways and ancient machinery bearing silent witness to a bygone era.

Finding an old storage chamber obscured by rusty equipment, Kessarion concealed himself in the shadows. Here, amidst the pitch-black solitude, he was free to confront the memories that the Force had chosen to unravel before him.

A series of fragmented visions washed over him. He embraced the nebulous memory, Zephyra Demici, a name he had not uttered in years. The images flowed like a cascade of forgotten dreams – laughter shared under Serenno’s clear skies, loving glances, and promises whispered in the shadows of sprawling estates.

Their connection had been genuine, a youthful love that had flourished amidst the constraints of noble legacies and familial expectations. Yet, the looming specter of the Jedi Order had cast a shadow on their union. The path of a Jedi demanded sacrifice, and Kessarion’s commitment to the Order had meant severing ties that bound his heart. The parting had been abrupt, a fissure in the fabric of their shared destiny, leaving a trail of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

As he revisited these fragmented memories, Kessarion felt a poignant ache in his heart. The visions seemed to pose a question, a whisper in the wind: Was the Force guiding him towards a different path? Could the sacrifices made in the name of the Order be reconsidered in the face of the galaxy’s transformation? Was there a life left behind that still called out to him?

Kessarion’s thoughts swirled with uncertainty and longing. The echoes of the past mingled with the present's turmoil. The sound of the clone squadron’s footsteps grew closer. he visions of Zephyra and the whispers of a different path would have to wait. For now, survival was paramount, and the Force would be his ally in the shadows.

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>>5775553
>Channeling the Force to cloak his presence, Kessarion could attempt to silently navigate the labyrinthine corridors, avoiding the clone squadron, and finding an exit. This would be a test of patience and skill, relying on his Jedi training to move undetected.
> Utilizing his environment, Kessarion could try to create a distraction, perhaps by causing a localized power surge or manipulating the aging equipment to create noise elsewhere. This would divert the clones' attention, granting him a window to escape.
>Trusting in his combat prowess, Kessarion might decide to face the clones head-on. Although outnumbered, his expertise with the Force and lightsaber could provide an advantage, allowing him to incapacitate the squad and secure an escape route.
> Drawing on a more advanced Jedi technique, Kessarion could create a Force illusion, projecting an image of himself or something else to mislead the clones. This ruse, if successful, would confuse and divert the squadron, buying him time to slip away. Kessarion feels drained and tired and this might prove a difficult task.
>Recognizing the strategic advantage of his hidden location, Kessarion might opt to fortify his position and wait for the clones to move on.
>Other

>>5775554

>Channeling the Force to cloak his presence, Kessarion could attempt to silently navigate the labyrinthine corridors, avoiding the clone squadron, and finding an exit. This would be a test of patience and skill, relying on his Jedi training to move undetected.

Stay hidden, stay safe! Not to mention, killing former allies is a bit off putting

>>5775554
>Channeling the Force to cloak his presence, Kessarion could attempt to silently navigate the labyrinthine corridors, avoiding the clone squadron, and finding an exit. This would be a test of patience and skill, relying on his Jedi training to move undetected.

>>5775555
+1

Also if we do get found we should strive to be non-lethal. Every clone we kill is Empire Propaganda.

>>5775560
Ditto

>>5775555
Supporting.

>>5775554
>Channeling the Force to cloak his presence, Kessarion could attempt to silently navigate the labyrinthine corridors, avoiding the clone squadron, and finding an exit. This would be a test of patience and skill, relying on his Jedi training to move undetected.

>>5775555
+1

I concur, except on the matter of lethality. Avoid combat as much as possible, but don't risk our lives to spare theirs. We could also use any gear they have like thermal detonators, commlinks, rebreathers, rations, etc.

So we have a destination in mind, Serrenno is calling to us as a sanctuary & as the source of our buried longing. Now we just need to find disguises, a discrete ship with a hyperdrive, & allies.

What's up with the face mask in that one pic btw?

I'll throw in a vote to tack onto our plan of action, think about any allies we might be able to call upon outside of the Jedi Order or who are estranged from the temple.

(I don't to be meta & spitball ideas, so whoever you might want to write about.)

>>5775847
which one?

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Heart racing but senses heightened, Kessarion melded into the shadows of the outpost’s underground labyrinth. The visions of his past and the poignant image of Zephyra were tucked away in a corner of his mind, as survival became his immediate focus. Summoning the Force, he let it flow through him, wrapping around his essence like a protective veil. This wasn't invisibility in a literal sense, but more of an art of making oneself unnoticeable, a mere whisper in the minds of those nearby.

The outpost's dimly lit corridors were filled with the steady cadence of clone boots against metal, the sound reverberating through the narrow passages. With each step, the clones were methodically combing through every nook, their blasters poised and ready, their intent clear. Kessarion, hidden within the embrace of the Force, treaded carefully, each step a delicate balance between urgency and caution. The underground maze was a twisted web, but his connection to the Force provided a sense of direction, a guiding hand in the darkness. The clone squadron’s presence was a constant pressure at the back of his mind.

Relying on years of Jedi training, Kessarion moved silently, blending with the shadows, his breathing steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The labyrinthine corridors tested his patience and skill, but his resolve was unwavering. He was a phantom in the darkness, unseen yet ever-watchful, a fleeting shadow in the clone troopers' peripheral vision.

As he navigated through the outpost, the distant murmurs of Saleucami’s unique ecosystem began to seep through the walls, signaling proximity to an exit. The sound of the clones grew fainter, their figures blurring into the backdrop of the metallic interior. Kessarion could feel the gentle brush of the planet’s breeze as he emerged from the confinement of the corridors, the vast and rugged landscapes of Saleucami unfolding before him.

Now he needs to decide which path to follow.

>Considering the visions and memories of the mansion on Toprawa, Kessarion might take it upon himself to travel there. The possibility of finding his former padawan or even Master Reus could be a compelling reason.
> Recalling the suspicious transmission from Jedi Master Cin Drallig, Kessarion might decide to travel to the Jedi Temple on Dantooine. Joining other surviving Jedi for an emergency meeting could provide much-needed camaraderie and a united front against the emerging threats.
>Saleucami, like many planets, might have local resistance groups or factions not aligned with the Empire. Kessarion could seek them out, offering his skills as a Jedi in exchange for shelter, information, and potential allies in the battles to come.
>Other

>>5776134
>Considering the visions and memories of the mansion on Toprawa, Kessarion might take it upon himself to travel there. The possibility of finding his former padawan or even Master Reus could be a compelling reason.
Trust in the force

>>5776134
>Considering the visions and memories of the mansion on Toprawa, Kessarion might take it upon himself to travel there. The possibility of finding his former padawan or even Master Reus could be a compelling reason.

Not "former" sorry.

>>5776143

Supporting.

>>5776134
>>Considering the visions and memories of the mansion on Toprawa, Kessarion might take it upon himself to travel there. The possibility of finding his former padawan or even Master Reus could be a compelling reason.

Com interception or treason risks are too high.
As I said previously, regroup with nuclear Jedi-Family and fuck off in Outer Rim to play Walker Space Ranger

>>5776230

Are you posting from the Outer Rim, anon? Kek

>>5776236
>slowpoke.png

As memories of the mansion on Toprawa swirled in his mind, Kessarion found renewed determination. However, before setting course for Toprawa, he needed a mode of transportation.

Peeking discreetly from his hiding place, Kessarion eyed the landing site. The clone squadron had arrived in a standard Republic LAAT/i Gunship, which was currently guarded by only two marines, likely due to the clones’ confidence in their ability to corner a single Jedi. The thought of commandeering their vessel was tempting. The gunship was built for rapid insertions and extractions, which would be invaluable for a swift escape.

Alternatively, returning to the nearby village posed its own risks and rewards. Villagers often had unexpected connections and resources that might come in handy.

Closest city on Saleucami, with its starport, presents another option. Such places were often melting pots of smugglers, traders, and travelers. It would be relatively easy to secure passage off the planet, albeit at a price. But cities also meant increased Imperial presence and the risk of being recognized.

>Attempt to take over the gunship.
>Navigate back to the nearby village in hopes of finding a helpful contact or a starfighter available for sale.
>Make a journey to the nearest city with a bustling starport, trying to find a passage off-planet. This would require blending in, negotiating, and possibly evading Imperial checkpoints. You have good finances but accessing your credit accounts is another question.
>Others.

>>5776261

>Attempt to take over the gunship.

There’s a time for subtlety and also a time for decisive action - let’s steal it while it’s poorly defended.

Piloting an imperial ship may also be helpful in the long run

The Gunship doesn't have hyper-drive, otherwise I would be all for it.

I was talking about the golden mask on our Jedi's face in the second pic.

>>5776270
+1

>>5776331
Ahh thats just his impression. I did them in AI.

>>5776331
That's just his war face

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Drawing upon the vast reservoir of the Force, Kessarion slowly emerged from the shadows, each step measured and deliberate. The LAAT Gunship, with its hulking shape and large bay doors, sat idle on the landing pad. Memories of Republic missions with such vessels flashed through his mind; he knew their structure and vulnerabilities well.

Approaching the gunship from behind to avoid the cockpit’s line of sight, Kessarion used the Force to silently open the rear bay doors. The interior was dimly lit, devoid of any clones but filled with the familiar hum of the gunship's systems. As he approached the pilot's chamber, he reached out with the Force, seeking to anticipate any sudden movements from the clone pilot and the marine sitting next to him.

Channeling the Force, he swiftly opened the cockpit doors and threw the clones outside with haste. Stunned and dazed, the two clones lay on the opposide sides of the craft, unconscious.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Kessarion took control of the cockpit, powering up the engines. The familiar hum intensified as the gunship’s repulsorlifts activated, lifting the vessel from the ground. He steered it towards the open sky, leaving the outpost and the pursuing clone squadron far behind.

As the Saleucami landscape blurred below, Kessarion felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Yet, his journey was just beginning. Since the ship lacks a hyperdrive, his options are limited. Even more so since he is flying a military ship.

>Utilizing the gunship's sublight engines, Kessarion could navigate to a nearby moon or planet within the Saleucami system.
>Kessarion could fly the gunship to a local starport on Saleucami, blending in with the traffic and searching for a starship equipped with a hyperdrive or securing passage aboard an interplanetary shuttle.
>Despite the risk, Kessarion might consider returning to the Republic outpost on Saleucami. The outpost could have ships capable of lightspeed, but it would also likely be heavily guarded and require a stealthy approach.
>Kessarion could explore Saleucami further by heading to smaller settlements or villages. There, he might find information, allies, or transportation options that could aid him.
>Others

>>5776649
>Utilizing the gunship's sublight engines, Kessarion could navigate to a nearby moon or planet within the Saleucami system.

>>5776649

>Kessarion could fly the gunship to a local starport on Saleucami, blending in with the traffic and searching for a starship equipped with a hyperdrive or securing passage aboard an interplanetary shuttle.

Maybe trade the ship to criminal elements in exchange for getting smuggled offworld? Bonus points if we can then hijack the new ship for our own purposes. Basically, we need a hyperdrive-capable shop

>>5776649
>>Kessarion could fly the gunship to a local starport on Saleucami, blending in with the traffic and searching for a starship equipped with a hyperdrive or securing passage aboard an interplanetary shuttle.

>>5776649
Absolutely kino show, best possible pic of a LAAT you could pull besides maybe OG Battlefront 1/2.

>Local Starport

The more incognito, the better.

>>5776649
>>Kessarion could fly the gunship to a local starport on Saleucami, blending in with the traffic and searching for a starship equipped with a hyperdrive or securing passage aboard an interplanetary shuttle.

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Under the cloak of a reddening Saleucami sky, Kessarion maneuvered the stolen gunship through the atmospheric layers, aiming for a local starport he had spotted on the ship's navigation system. The airwaves buzzed with alerts and communications, indicating that the clones had indeed informed all local facilities of the stolen ship. With the gunship's engines humming beneath him, Kessarion knew he had to act swiftly.

Touching down in the bustling starport, Kessarion hastily parked the gunship in a vacant hangar. Saleucami might not have been the most developed world in the galaxy, but it had its share of traders, smugglers, and those looking to stay under the radar — not all of whom could be considered loyal citizens of the Republic. The environment could provide both risk and opportunity for the Jedi.

As he powered down the engines, the soft clatter of footsteps echoed in the hangar. From the shadows emerged a Twi'lek woman. She approached the gunship with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

"You're bold, landing that here," she remarked, her voice holding a hint of amusement. "I'm Mariada. This hangar is under my... 'care,' shall we say?"

Kessarion studied her for a moment. Her eyes spoke of intelligence and experience, but also of a life that hadn’t been kind. There was a weight there, a sense of obligation and confinement.

“Starport Authority got you overseeing things?” Kessarion ventured.

She smirked. "In a manner of speaking. But let's just say my employment isn't exactly... voluntary."

Her curious eyes darted to back the gunship.Now, Kessarion faced a choice in how to respond:


>Direct Approach: "I’m trying to avoid the Empire’s reach. I need a ship with a hyperdrive, and I’m willing to pay."
>Evasive: "Just looking for a change in transportation. No need for questions on either end, I hope."
>Empathetic Connection: "I sense your burdens, Mariada. Like you, I’m trapped by circumstances. Perhaps we can help each other out."
>Openness: "I'm a Jedi, or at least, I was. The galaxy's changed, and I need to change with it. Can you help me find passage out of here?"
>Subtle Flattery and Bribery: "For someone who 'operates' this starport, you seem to be more than just an employee. I can sense a shrewd mind behind those eyes. Help me out, and I assure you it will be worth your while."
>Force Persuasion: Gently waving his hand, Kessarion would use the power of the Force, saying, "You will help me, Mariada. Assisting me is the best decision you can make right now." Without any regards to how she might feel about it.
>Others

>>5777261
>Empathetic Connection: "I sense your burdens, Mariada. Like you, I’m trapped by circumstances. Perhaps we can help each other out."

Empathy is the way.

>>5777261
>Empathetic Connection: "I sense your burdens, Mariada. Like you, I’m trapped by circumstances. Perhaps we can help each other out."

>>5777261
>>Empathetic Connection: "I sense your burdens, Mariada. Like you, I’m trapped by circumstances. Perhaps we can help each other out."
Sounds best. We are both looking for a way out, it seems. Force Persuasion would almost certainly fail, she doesn't strike me as weak-minded.
How common are mildly Force-sensitive people, again?

>>5777287
>>5777290
>>5777294
Beneath the rusted beams and flickering lights of the Saleucami starport hangar, Kessarion locked eyes with Mariada, the Twi'lek manager. There was a discernible weariness in her eyes, an echo of countless battles fought and lost against the tide of oppression and subservience. Kessarion sensed the layers of her plight, and in a voice gentle yet resonating with the strength of the Force, he spoke, "I sense your burdens, Mariada. Like you, I’m trapped by circumstances. Perhaps we can help each other out."

A flicker of surprise crossed Mariada's features, her lekku twitching subtly in response. The penetrating gaze of the Jedi Master seemed to see through the veil of her daily facade, uncovering the raw, unspoken truths she harbored within. The bustling noise of the starport faded into the background, and for a brief moment, a connection, fragile yet undeniable, was forged between two seemingly disparate souls.

Mariada hesitated, the weight of her servitude wrestling with the glimmer of hope kindled by Kessarion’s words. Eventually, she sighed, her shoulders sagging as if relinquishing a long-held burden, she turned her gaze back to Kessarion, studying him with a newfound curiosity.

"Before we proceed," she began cautiously, "I must ask – who exactly are you? A fugitive Separatist? A criminal on the run? The intensity with which you've approached this situation... it begs the question."

>"Mariada, I am a Jedi, or what remains of one. The Order has fallen, and we are hunted. My need for secrecy is a matter of survival, both mine and potentially others who might join my cause."
>"I am neither Separatist nor criminal, but I am indeed running from those who seek to impose tyranny upon the galaxy. My identity must remain hidden for the safety of both of us."
>"Would you believe me if I said I’m just a humble farmer who’s exceptionally bad at negotiating grain prices? Truth is, we all have our stories and reasons to keep them."
>Gently use the Force to influence Mariada’s thoughts, ensuring her cooperation without revealing too much. "Mariada, you can trust that my intentions are just. I am no threat to you or the people of this starport."
>Others

>>5777350
>Gently use the Force to influence Mariada’s thoughts, ensuring her cooperation without revealing too much. "Mariada, you can trust that my intentions are just. I am no threat to you or the people of this starport."

We can't tell anyone what we are

>>5777350
>"I am neither Separatist nor criminal, but I am indeed running from those who seek to impose tyranny upon the galaxy. My identity must remain hidden for the safety of both of us."

>>5777365
>>5777520
Kessarion, feeling the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders and the urgency of the moment, gently reached out with the Force, subtly weaving it around Mariada's consciousness. His voice, though calm, carried an undercurrent of persuasive power as he spoke, "Mariada, you can trust that my intentions are just. I am no threat to you or the people of this starport. I am neither Separatist nor criminal, but I am indeed running from those who seek to impose tyranny upon the galaxy. My identity must remain hidden for the safety of both of us."

Mariada's previously vigilant expression softened, her eyes losing their edge as she processed Kessarion's words. There was a brief moment where the world seemed to stand still before she nodded, her demeanor shifting to one of understanding and guarded trust. "Alright," she murmured, her gaze darting to the side as if contemplating her next move. "If you need a ship, I know of someone who might help. But it won't be for free."

Mariada’s words hung in the air, as Kessarion followed her through the dimly lit pathways of the starport. He sensed a certain familiarity from her, a subtle relief in her demeanor as if she had been expecting someone like him.

As they delved deeper into the recesses of the starport, Mariada’s steps slowed, and she turned to face Kessarion, her eyes revealing a depth of knowledge and a hint of a plan. “The gunship will suffice as payment for a modest starfighter that can carry two,” she said, her voice firm but carrying a note of vulnerability. “But there’s another price – a more personal one.”

She exposed the nape of her neck, revealing a small, inconspicuous microchip embedded in her skin. Kessarion's brow furrowed, a ripple of shock emanating through the Force at the blatant and barbaric symbol of slavery. “I need this deactivated or removed,” Mariada stated, her voice quivering slightly. “I need my freedom, and I can help you in return.”

Kessarion took a deep breath, his mind racing with the possibilities and risks involved. He had two apparent options:

>Surgical Removal: Drawing upon his basic knowledge of battlefield surgeries and his connection with the Force, Kessarion could attempt to surgically remove the chip. It would be a delicate operation, risking Mariada’s life, but if successful, it would grant her immediate freedom.
>Digital Deactivation: Alternatively, Kessarion could infiltrate the local law enforcement building and attempt to access their system. Deactivating Mariada’s record would render the chip useless, freeing her without the physical risk. However, this approach would expose him to additional danger, requiring stealth and a little technical expertise.
>Others

>>5777807
>Digital Deactivation: Alternatively, Kessarion could infiltrate the local law enforcement building and attempt to access their system. Deactivating Mariada’s record would render the chip useless, freeing her without the physical risk. However, this approach would expose him to additional danger, requiring stealth and a little technical expertise.

>>5777807
>>Surgical Removal: Drawing upon his basic knowledge of battlefield surgeries and his connection with the Force, Kessarion could attempt to surgically remove the chip. It would be a delicate operation, risking Mariada’s life, but if successful, it would grant her immediate freedom.

>>5777807
>>Surgical Removal: Drawing upon his basic knowledge of battlefield surgeries and his connection with the Force, Kessarion could attempt to surgically remove the chip. It would be a delicate operation, risking Mariada’s life, but if successful, it would grant her immediate freedom.

Sithspit! This is a difficult choice, that's what I like to see in qsts. Ask who is responsible for the chip, perhaps we can perform some "aggressive negotiations."

>>5777807
Fuck it we ball
>Surgical Removal: Drawing upon his basic knowledge of battlefield surgeries and his connection with the Force, Kessarion could attempt to surgically remove the chip. It would be a delicate operation, risking Mariada’s life, but if successful, it would grant her immediate freedom.

Ooooh & doublecheck the gunship before we sell it for any supplies/gear/arms left behind by clone troopers/for emergencies.

>>5777807
>>Surgical Removal: Drawing upon his basic knowledge of battlefield surgeries and his connection with the Force, Kessarion could attempt to surgically remove the chip. It would be a delicate operation, risking Mariada’s life, but if successful, it would grant her immediate freedom.

I believe in us.

Kessarion met Mariada's eyes, seeing the glint of hope mixed with anxiety. The situation was delicate, but the reward would be more than just a starship; it would be the liberation of a soul from the cruel chains of slavery.

"Very well," Kessarion began, taking a deep breath. "We'll need a quiet place, sterile equipment, and most importantly, your trust."

Mariada nodded, her lips pressed together. "I have a small quarters here in the starport. Not the most sterile, but it's secluded and away from prying eyes. And... I trust you."

Mariada, still under the soothing influence of the Force, lay on an improvised cot, her green skin accentuated under the hangar lights. Her breathing was even and steady, but Kessarion could sense the underlying fear and desperation. As he approached her, he felt a pang of guilt, wondering how she'd feel once the gentle veil of the Force lifted from her consciousness. He hoped she'd understand his intentions were for the greater good.

Drawing upon the Force, Kessarion focused his mind and began the delicate process. He projected waves of calm and reassurance towards Mariada, using the Force to serve as an anesthetic of sorts. Guided by his connection, he carefully made an incision near the microchip, the Force guiding his hands with a precision no ordinary surgeon could achieve.

Minutes felt like hours as he carefully worked to extract the chip, ensuring not to trigger any fail-safe mechanisms. With a final, gentle tug, the microchip came free, and he quickly sealed the incision, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

The exhaustion from the procedure hit him like a wave. The combination of the physical and mental strain, coupled with his recent endeavors, left Kessarion drained. Staggering back, he felt the world blur around him, his knees buckling.

Mariada, sensing the change, tried to rise, her eyes widening in panic. "Are you...?" her voice trailed off as Kessarion's world went black, and he collapsed onto the cold hangar floor.

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>>5778339
As the blackness enveloped Kessarion, he found himself no longer in the dim confines of the starport hangar, but standing amidst the rolling plains of Dantooine, the Jedi Temple looming in the distance. The serene surroundings stood in stark contrast to the heaviness of the message that echoed in his mind, Master Cin Drallig's urgent call to all surviving Jedi.

Kessarion felt the tugging of doubt, a sensation that something about this message was amiss. It seemed too open, too direct. Considering the cunning of the Sith and the relentless hunt for the Jedi, could this be a cunning ruse? A trap laid out to ensnare the remnants of the Order?

In the midst of this contemplation, Kessarion's focus was drawn towards a starfighter in the darkness of space. Within it, he saw his padawan, Lorrha, her face etched with worry and determination. She too had received the transmission. But there was hesitation, panic and confusion in her movements, as if she sensed the underlying peril.

Kessarion, guided by the ethereal nature of the Force dream, felt an urgency to reach out to her, to warn her of the doubts clouding his mind about the authenticity of the message. Their bond, forged through years of training and trust, pulsed strongly, even in this dreamlike state.

> Drawing upon the strength of their bond, Kessarion attempted to convey his deep reservations about the message. "Lorrha," his voice echoed in the vastness of the dream, "I sense a disturbance. That message... I fear it might be a trap. Do not go to Dantooine."
> Channeling his energy, Kessarion reached out to Lorrha with a sense of urgency. "Lorrha, change course. Meet me on Toprawa. We have much to discuss, and I believe it might hold answers for both of us."
> Sensing the weight of their circumstances and the galaxy-wide hunt for Jedi, Kessarion sent a protective directive towards his padawan. "Lorrha, disappear. Stay hidden, stay safe. The galaxy is too perilous right now. Find a remote world, stay off the grid."
>With a deep sigh, Kessarion enveloped his padawan in a warm embrace of the Force. "Follow your heart, Lorrha, and let the Force guide you. We've always found our way back to each other, no matter the distance or the odds."
>This must be just a dream. Try to focus on your own consciousness and try to wake up.
>Others

Is Toprawa where our master's manse is located? I thought it was on Serrenno. If so, that's my vote. If not, off-grid.

>>5778353
You are from Serenno. And Toprawa is neighboring planet to Serenno. Count Dooku gifted your master a mansion on Toprawa.

>>5778346
> Channeling his energy, Kessarion reached out to Lorrha with a sense of urgency. "Lorrha, change course. Meet me on Toprawa. We have much to discuss, and I believe it might hold answers for both of us."

>>5778346
>> Drawing upon the strength of their bond, Kessarion attempted to convey his deep reservations about the message. "Lorrha," his voice echoed in the vastness of the dream, "I sense a disturbance. That message... I fear it might be a trap. Do not go to Dantooine."

>>5778353
So yeah, my vote here is a definite
>Toprawa

The dreamscape around Kessarion began to blur, the boundaries of reality and the ethereal realm of the Force dream intermingling. Yet, amidst the fluctuating surroundings, the connection between master and padawan remained clear and powerful.The blurry whirlpools changed into a star-studded expanse, and Lorrha's face within her Jedi starfighter became clearer, almost tangible. The Force acted as a conduit, allowing Kessarion to project his concerns directly into Lorrha's consciousness.

"Lorrha," he began, his voice tinged with urgency, "Change course. Do not go to Dantooine. Meet me on Toprawa."

As his message resonated, Kessarion's dreamself felt Lorrha's surprise, followed by a deep-seated concern. But even in her uncertainty, Lorrha's trust in her master was evident.

The dream's tendrils tightened, images of clone troopers ruthlessly executing Jedi flashing vividly before Kessarion's eyes. As the horrors unfolded, a menacing voice echoed in the dark recesses of his mind. "They must pay for their betrayal... The Jedi must be avenged," it hissed with palpable malevolence. Cold sweat beaded on Kessarion's forehead, his breathing growing erratic as the nightmare intensified. And just when the weight of the haunting visions seemed too much to bear, a sharp chemical scent jolted him awake, cutting through the grim tapestry of his dream.

Coughing and disoriented, Kessarion's vision slowly focused to reveal a dimly lit room, its confines unfamiliar. His gaze landed on Mariada, who stood over him, clutching his lightsaber with evident unease. Her vibrant lekku twitched with emotion, her eyes a storm of complex emotions - relief, concern, and a hint of anger.

"You Jedi and your mind tricks," she began, her voice firm but not unkind. "I've been controlled and influenced for most of my life. I don't appreciate it, especially not from someone I've just met." She took a moment, her grip on the lightsaber loosening before she gently placed it on a nearby table. "That being said," Mariada continued, her tone softening, "I owe you my freedom. Your secret remains with me."

Kessarion, still reeling from the aftereffects of the dream and the stark reality of his surroundings, nodded, absorbing Mariada's words. "I apologize," he whispered, the weight of his actions pressing heavily on his heart. "In my urgency, I may have overstepped. It won't happen again."

Mariada offered a small, understanding smile. "We have a ship to secure and a future to forge. Let's move forward, Jedi."

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>>5779256
Kessarion's senses began to regain clarity, but as he focused, a background noise penetrated the room's stillness. The sound was unmistakably that of a HoloNet news broadcast. Mariada had a small holo-projector at a corner table, casting bluish light across the room.

"...in breaking news," the announcer began, "the confession of a Jedi named Barriss Offee continues to send shockwaves throughout the galaxy. Here's the clip again for those who haven't seen it."

The image on the holo-projector changed, and there, standing shackled and wearing the robes of a Jedi, was Barriss Offee. Her voice, full of conviction, echoed in the dim room."The Jedi are the ones responsible for this war. That we've so lost our way that we have become villains in this conflict. That we are the ones that should be put on trial. All of us!"

Mariada reached over, switching off the holo-projector. "Best not to dwell on it," she said, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "We have our own paths to follow." The silence that followed was a heavy one, filled with shared recognition of the trials and tribulations the galaxy was undergoing. But in that silence, a newfound understanding between Kessarion and Mariada began to form.

Later That Day...

Mariada's connections within the Saleucami starport proved invaluable. With discreet efficiency, she managed to arrange the sale of the Republic gunship. The buyers, a group of off-world merchants, seemed more interested in the advanced tech within the ship than its origins. They paid a fair price without raising many questions.

In exchange, Mariada acquired a GX1 short hauler. Though not the most glamorous ship in the galaxy, the GX1 was renowned for its reliability and durability. It was a modest vessel, perfect for laying low and avoiding any unnecessary attention.

And so, with the GX1 humming to life and its thrusters illuminating the darkened starport, Kessarion and Mariada left the turbulent world of Saleucami behind. The stars stretched out in front of them, and the duo set a course for Toprawa, hoping to find answers, closure, and perhaps a new path forward in a galaxy that seemed more uncertain with each passing day.


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>>5779327
>Options for Kessarion During the First Phase of the Journey:

>Meditation and Healing: Using the serenity of space travel, Kessarion can enter a meditative state, attempting to recover and heal from his recent injuries and emotional trauma. This can also help him attune further to the Force, trying to glean more insights about their current path or dangers that may lie ahead.
>Open Dialogue with Mariada: The journey presents a perfect opportunity for Kessarion to sit down with Mariada and discuss both of their pasts, plans for the future, and learn more about each other. This would also be a chance to express gratitude, resolve any lingering doubts, and build trust.
>Researching the Galaxy's Situation: Using the ship's onboard databanks, connections and the HoloNet, Kessarion can catch up on recent events in the galaxy, looking for any news on Jedi survivors, Imperial movements, and other major incidents.
>Plan for Arrival: Knowing that Toprawa might not be entirely safe, Kessarion could strategize their arrival. This might include setting a discreet landing spot, preparing disguises or fake identifications, and establishing a basic plan of action once on the planet's surface.
>Ship Maintenance: With the GX1 being an older model, Kessarion might opt to run a thorough diagnostic on the ship's systems, ensuring everything is in order for their journey.
>Send a Message: Use the ship's onboard communication devices to send a message on one of the encrypted Jedi Order frequencies to other jedis.
>Teaching Mariada: Realizing that Mariada's fresh start might be challenging, especially if they face danger, Kessarion might offer to teach her basic self-defense techniques, survival skills, or even introduce her to rudimentary Force exercises if she shows an aptitude.
>Other

>>5779342
How many can we do?

>>5779349
One and half.

>Open Dialogue

>Maintenance

Everything else is secondary, although disguises would be nice.

>>5779342
>>Open Dialogue with Mariada: The journey presents a perfect opportunity for Kessarion to sit down with Mariada and discuss both of their pasts, plans for the future, and learn more about each other. This would also be a chance to express gratitude, resolve any lingering doubts, and build trust
>Plan for Arrival: Knowing that Toprawa might not be entirely safe, Kessarion could strategize their arrival. This might include setting a discreet landing spot, preparing disguises or fake identifications, and establishing a basic plan of action once on the planet's surface.
gotta be careful

>>5779342
>Open Dialogue with Mariada: The journey presents a perfect opportunity for Kessarion to sit down with Mariada and discuss both of their pasts, plans for the future, and learn more about each other. This would also be a chance to express gratitude, resolve any lingering doubts, and build trust.
>Plan for Arrival: Knowing that Toprawa might not be entirely safe, Kessarion could strategize their arrival. This might include setting a discreet landing spot, preparing disguises or fake identifications, and establishing a basic plan of action once on the planet's surface.

>>5779342
>>5777294
Told you so. Too strong-minded not to notice. Thankfully it didn't screw us over much, but it's go to remember that a Jedi trying to affect someone's mind is always an uphill battle. Besides, no one likes a mindfucker.
>Open Dialogue with Mariada: The journey presents a perfect opportunity for Kessarion to sit down with Mariada and discuss both of their pasts, plans for the future, and learn more about each other. This would also be a chance to express gratitude, resolve any lingering doubts, and build trust.
>Plan for Arrival: Knowing that Toprawa might not be entirely safe, Kessarion could strategize their arrival. This might include setting a discreet landing spot, preparing disguises or fake identifications, and establishing a basic plan of action once on the planet's surface.

That little mindfucking incident means we need to pick the first option to make sure there's no residual grudge. Otherwise I'd have gone for healing.
Making a plan for our arrival comes next.
Info can be acquired later, a message would be useless or counterproductive;. Can't spy on Force Projection after all. As for maintenance, I trust that Mariada's contacts mean she didn't get tricked into buying a rustbucket. It should hold for now.

Then again, this being the first part of the journey means it could be a better idea to get news first, then craft our arrival story from there, but the other anons have already committed.

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Seated across from each other in the dimly lit common area of the GX1 short hauler, Kessarion and Mariada found themselves surrounded by the hum of the ship and the vast backdrop of hyperspace. The swirling blue-white vortex outside provided an otherworldly ambience to the setting.

"I think it's essential for both of us to be on the same page," Kessarion began, clasping his hands together, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the holotable. "We're diving into uncertain times, and understanding one another will only strengthen our cause."

Mariada glanced at him, her lekku twitching slightly, an unconscious sign of her contemplative mood. "I've spent most of my life under someone else's control. First, my parents sold me off to pay a debt. Then, the microchip on my neck dictated my every move. Every decision was made for me. But now, I'm free. Thanks to you." She took a deep breath. "I've never really considered a future, not until now. What about you? Why Toprawa?"

He pondered Mariada's words and her experiences. Slavery, he mused, was a cancer that had persisted in various forms throughout the galaxy, despite the Republic's lofty ideals. How many more Mariadas were out there, shackled, oppressed, and unseen by those who were supposed to protect and uplift them?

A bitter thought crossed his mind: if the Republic had turned a blind eye to such atrocities, allowing its citizens to suffer while politicians and power-brokers thrived, perhaps it was time for it to end.Shaking his head, Kessarion pushed the dark thoughts aside. His duty, for now, was to survive and protect those he could. Still, as the ship sailed through the cosmos, the seeds of disillusionment had been sown in the Jedi's heart.

"I've had... premonitions. Feelings.I will find the answers once we are there." Kessarion replied. Mariada raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Must be nice to hop from one planet to another just because you have a 'feeling'," she teased, mimicking Kessarion's tone with a dramatic flair. "Us mere mortals usually need a bit more concrete reasoning."

Kessarion offered a small, understanding smile, not letting Mariada's jesting ruffle him. "While the Force does provide guidance, it isn't always clear-cut. But Toprawa... It's more than just a feeling. I've been there before. It holds memories, a place I can use as a safe-house. I have...contacts," he hesitated, thinking of his old master and his padawan. "People I need to reach out to. In these times, every trusted ally is invaluable."

Mariada leaned forward, intrigued. "Contacts? Like more Jedi? You people are rare now, hunted. You know that, right? It's all over the HoloNet."

Kessarion nodded, "Yes, which is why it's vital to find those who are left and ensure their safety, or at least try to. We must come together, to understand what's happening and forge a path forward."

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>>5779704
A moment of silence passed between them before Mariada interjected, "As for me, while I don’t have mystical powers guiding me," she chuckled, "I have picked up quite a few useful skills over the years. Out of necessity, really." She gestured to the ship's control panel and the maze of wires and circuits beneath a maintenance hatch. "Starship engines, machinery, anything that uses electromagnetic waves—I've had my hands on them. It was part of my 'job' at the starport, fixing and maintaining ships for whoever had the credits."

Kessarion's gaze followed her gesture, realization dawning on him. "So you're a technician?"

She smirked, "That's putting it mildly. But yes. Machines make sense to me. The way they work, communicate, it's... logical. Clear. Unlike people, sometimes." Mariada paused, her fingers absentmindedly tracing a scar on the back of her hand. "It’s what kept me useful and, in a way, alive." Mariada's smirk faded slightly, replaced by a more somber expression. "You know, in the world of slavery, there are... different kinds of chains." Her eyes darkened, memories flickering behind them. "Having technical skills kept me away from more... 'carnal' types of servitude. I was valuable in the hangers and docks, ensuring ships flew and systems ran." She swallowed, her voice tinged with bitterness. "In a twisted way, understanding machines saved me from a far more personal degradation." Kessarion's eyes showed a flash of anger and sadness, but he kept his emotions in check.

"Your skills will prove invaluable. With the galaxy in turmoil, being able to maintain and adapt our equipment is essential. And perhaps with your expertise in communications, we might be able to devise safer ways to reach out to others."

Mariada met his gaze, a glint of determination in her eyes. "Just point me to what needs fixing, and I'll make it work. We're in this together now, right?"

[Choose together with the below post's options]

Choose among these options for Mariada to work on during the journey:

>Kessarion could ask Mariada to use her expertise in communication devices to scrutinize the transmission from Dantooine. It's possible that there are hidden layers or encrypted messages within the transmission that could give them more insight.
>With her technical know-how, Mariada could attempt to set up a highly encrypted communication channel. This would allow Kessarion to try and reach out to his old master, other surviving Jedi, or even Lorrha without the risk of interception by Imperial forces.
>While they might not be expecting combat, it's always a good idea to be prepared. Mariada could work on optimizing the ship's shield generators or even tweaking its countermeasure systems.
>Request her to not work on anything and just get a good rest and try to keep an open mind for the possibility of a bigger universe.


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>>5779719
After his talk with Mariada, Kessarion focused on his arrival plan.

The humming of the GX1's engines provided a backdrop as Kessarion began working on the ship's databanks. Toprawa was not unfamiliar territory for him, but his reasons for visiting had significantly changed. Tapping into his family's clandestine resources was not something he took lightly, but desperate times called for unconventional measures.

As a child of House Galat, one of Serenno's elite families, Kessarion had been privy to some of the galaxy's best-kept secrets. The day he had left for the Jedi Temple still remained etched in his memory. Amidst the grandeur and tears, his cousin, a tall, slender man with sharp features reminiscent of Kessarion, had slipped a data chip into his hand.

"May you never need this," his cousin had whispered, their eyes locking with an understanding. "But the galaxy is vast, unpredictable. Our family... we've always known how to navigate its shadows."

Accessing the data chip now, Kessarion browsed through a list of fake identities, bank accounts, and other discreet resources the House of Galat had established throughout the galaxy. He selected an alias: Kael Renor, a merchant from Serenno with an interest in exotic artifacts. He then pulled up maps of Toprawa, marking a discreet landing spot not too far from the mansion.

He then decided on how to spend the rest of the journey:

>Delve deeper into the Force to seek guidance, clarity, and a better understanding of his current path.
>Utilize the ship's small open space to practice his lightsaber forms. This not only hones his skills but might also provide an opportunity for Mariada to witness the disciplined training of a Jedi.
>Access the ship's holocommunications system to research recent news and see if they give any names on dead or surviving jedi.
>Given that Kessarion and Mariada have only recently formed a bond, there could be sessions where they share stories of their past, hopes for the future, and even discuss philosophy or the Force. This would deepen their understanding of each other.
>Study the galaxy's star maps to determine potential future destinations, escape routes, or points of interest that might be relevant.
>Though he has a fake identity set up, it might be prudent to alter his appearance slightly to avoid immediate recognition. This could include changing his hairstyle, wearing different clothing, or applying makeup or prosthetics. Kessarion really doesn't like this idea and has always been someone who liked how he looks in the mirror.
>Other

>Highly Encrypted Comms
>News on Dead or Surviving Jedi

>>With her technical know-how, Mariada could attempt to set up a highly encrypted communication channel. This would allow Kessarion to try and reach out to his old master, other surviving Jedi, or even Lorrha without the risk of interception by Imperial forces.
>>Though he has a fake identity set up, it might be prudent to alter his appearance slightly to avoid immediate recognition. This could include changing his hairstyle, wearing different clothing, or applying makeup or prosthetics. Kessarion really doesn't like this idea and has always been someone who liked how he looks in the mirror.

>>5779888
+1

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The hum of the GX1 short hauler's engines filled the room as Mariada worked diligently, her fingers dancing across the control panel with practiced ease. Kessarion observed from a short distance. "Starships have various frequencies and channels they communicate on," Mariada began, her voice laced with concentration. "The trick is finding a frequency so unique, so different from the standard, that they wouldn't think to monitor it."

She paused for a moment, adjusting a few dials and examining a waveform display. "Think of it as... whispering in a crowd. If everyone is shouting, no one will hear the whispers."

Kessarion nodded in understanding. "And you can create such a whisper?" Mariada smirked, "There we go. This channel is as encrypted as it's going to get. It should provide a window of safe communication, at least for a short duration."

Gratitude welled up in Kessarion. "Thank you, Mariada. This could be the lifeline we need." Moving closer to the console, he took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts and energies. The encrypted channel flickered to life, and Kessarion was met with a familiar but weary face. Lorrha's eyes, once so full of determination and hope, now carried a deep-set fear that was palpable even through the holo-communication.

"Lorrha," Kessarion began, voice laden with concern, "It's good to see you alive. Are you okay?" The Wookiee hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting away before meeting Kessarion's gaze once more. "Master Kessarion," her voice wavered, the trauma of recent events evident, "I... I never thought I would hear your voice again. After... after what happened... with the clones..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words.

Kessarion gave her a reassuring nod. "I understand, Lorrha. The galaxy has changed in unimaginable ways. But we have each other now." She took a deep breath, finding solace in her master's voice. "I was adrift in space, alone and scared. Then I received the transmission about Dantooine. I was going, but then... I felt you. Your presence stopped me in my tracks. I didn't trust the message, and I'm glad I didn't."

A warmth spread through Kessarion. The Force had indeed guided them. "I'm grateful you trusted your instincts, Lorrha."

She nodded, "When your transmission came through, I was hesitant. Everything inside me told me not to answer, to hide and stay silent. But again, I felt your presence. It was as if the Force was guiding me to you." Kessarion smiled gently. "Our bond is strong. Now, we need to regroup and stay ahead of the threat that looms over us."

Lorrha agreed, "Where should we meet?"

"Toprawa," Kessarion responded, "I've arranged a safe landing spot. Transmitting the coordinates to you now."

Lorrha's holographic figure looked more determined now. "I'm not far. I'll make my way there. Just... be careful, Master. Kessarion nodded, "May the Force be with you, Lorrha. See you soon."


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>>5780449
Using the holocommunications terminal after the call, Kessarion began his search about news on the Jedi Order. The galaxy had been in chaos following the execution of Order 66, and it was a difficult time for information flow. The Empire's propaganda machine had gone into overdrive, with news about the treacherous Jedi and their plot against the Republic playing on loop in most sectors.

However, as he sifted through the information, the weight of what had happened began to fully set in. Reports of Jedi being gunned down across the galaxy, from the streets of Coruscant to the remote corners of the Outer Rim, filled the screen.

But among the reports of the fallen, there was a list. The Empire, in its pursuit of complete eradication of the Jedi Order, had published a "most wanted" list, showcasing the Jedi they believed were still at large. The list was far from complete and was meant more as propaganda than a genuine catalog of survivors. Yet, it could serve as a potential reference for Kessarion to identify potential allies or at the very least, those who might still be out there.

Absorbed in the data streaming across the holocommunications terminal, Kessarion scanned the names, feeling a mix of relief, concern, and hope. The conspicuous absence of his own name was puzzling. Had he been overlooked, or did the Empire deem him of little importance? Either way, it afforded him an advantage in a galaxy now hostile to his kind.

The mention of Master Yoda, Master Kenobi, and Master Vos was not unexpected. These were Jedi of great renown. But the inclusion of Keelyvine Reus was something that brought a rush of warmth to his heart.

Keelyvine Reus, his former master, was a beacon of wisdom during his formative years. The thought that she was still out there, continuing the fight or simply surviving, was a powerful motivator. However, this knowledge came with a twinge of dread. If the Empire knew of her continued existence, it was a certainty that they would be hunting her relentlessly.

Kessarion took a deep breath, steadying himself.

>Utilizing the encrypted channel Mariada established, Kessarion could attempt to reach out to his former master, Keelyvine Reus, hoping to gather information, advice, or simply ensure her safety.
> Kessarion ponders the idea of contacting a trusted family member on Serenno, not only for intel but also for a potential safe harbor. House Galat's influence might offer some respite from the current storm.
>Kessarion pondered reaching out to Zephyra Demici from his past on Serenno for potential assistance
>For the rest of the journey to Toprawa, Kessarion sought to strengthen his bond with Mariada, finding solace in shared stories and experiences.
>Retreat to your quarters and try to block out everything, just resting.
>Kessarion could document his experiences, feelings, and knowledge, ensuring that regardless of what happens, a record exists for future generations or for himself to reflect later.
>Other

>Hail our Jedi Master

If we get a second choice,

>Bond with Mariada

We can reach out to our estranged family & old flame once we're settled in somewhere. Maybe "sell" the estate to Mariada to throw off any pursuers of our master.

>>5780499
>Retreat to your quarters and try to block out everything, just resting.
If we still get that half, then
>Kessarion could document his experiences, feelings, and knowledge, ensuring that regardless of what happens, a record exists for future generations or for himself to reflect later.

>>5780723
+1

The weight of recent events pressed heavily on Kessarion's shoulders. With so much uncertainty in the galaxy and so many decisions to make, the need for a momentary reprieve became increasingly apparent. The soft hum of the GX1 short hauler and the swirling blue-white vortex of hyperspace provided the backdrop as he retreated to his quarters, a modest space within the ship.

The quarters were dimly lit, with a low bunk and a small desk area. A few personal belongings were scattered about, and a soft, ambient light emanated from a holo-lamp on the desk. Kessarion took a moment to breathe, letting the stillness envelop him.

Sitting at the holodesk, he activated its interface and began to document everything. The fall of the Jedi Order, the betrayal by the clones, his escape, his rendezvous with Mariada, and the ever-present uncertainty that clouded the future. He detailed his emotions, the palpable fear, and the tenuous thread of hope that he clung to. As he transcribed, he realized this wasn't just a record for posterity; it was a cathartic process for himself. Each word, each sentiment allowed him to process and understand the tumultuous feelings that swirled within him.

Hours seemed to pass in what felt like mere moments. By the time Kessarion had finished his reflections, he felt a certain clarity he hadn't possessed before. The process had been therapeutic, and he realized the importance of pausing to process one's feelings, especially in times of crisis. As he documented, he felt a connection to the long line of Jedi who had come before him. They too had faced moments of immense challenge and had left behind records, holocrons, and teachings for future generations. In this act, Kessarion wasn't just preserving his personal journey, but he was also ensuring that the history and wisdom of the Jedi Order persisted.

Lying down on the bunk, Kessarion closed his eyes, letting the memories, plans, and hopes he had documented wash over him. Sleep soon followed, providing a much-needed respite for the weary Jedi.

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>>5780635
Not bad ideas!

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>>5780854
After a deep, dreamless sleep, Kessarion was roused by the gentle chime of the ship's proximity alert. Blinking his eyes open, he felt a fresh surge of clarity and determination from his earlier reflections. He rose from the bunk and made his way to the cockpit where Mariada was already at the controls, guiding the ship towards Toprawa's orbit.

Almost as if on cue, the ship's communication system chirped to life. "Unidentified vessel, this is Toprawa planetary control. State your purpose and provide identification."

Kessarion moved swiftly to the cockpit, where Mariada was already prepping their response. He handed her the false identification, a small holographic chip given to him by his cousin back on Serenno. Mariada inserted it into the ship's console and transmitted the data.

After a few moments, the voice returned. "Acknowledged. Clearance granted. Please proceed to your designated landing zone."The ship descended smoothly through the atmosphere, revealing the lush landscapes of Toprawa. Their course was set for the northern continent, a sprawling expanse of greenery and developed regions. The mansion Kessarion sought was here.

The jedi felt a flutter of anxiety, hoping Lorrha had received the information he sent her about the landing protocols and the fake identification. If all went as planned, she would be cleared for landing just as seamlessly.

As the ship touched down in a secluded clearing not far from the mansion, Kessarion took a moment to gather his thoughts. The next steps were crucial.

The verdant surroundings enveloped Kessarion and Mariada as they disembarked from the ship. They ventured forth, embarking on a brief hike, with the approaching dusk casting long shadows on the landscape. As they ascended a hill, the mansion loomed into view, its towering presence dominating the landscape.

With tall spires, arched windows, and intricate stonework, the mansion was an architectural prowess that transcended time and style. Its darkened stone and imposing stature gave it an aura of age-old elegance and nobility.

As they approached the gates of the estate, they were greeted by the gleaming form of a protocol droid, its polished metallic surface reflecting the dwindling twilight. "Greetings, Most Noble Master Galat. It is an honor to welcome you back," the droid intoned, its voice polished and precise, evoking the mannerisms of an aristocratic butler. An inscription on its chassis read 'LD13', but Kessarion recognized him instantly.

"Lord," Kessarion greeted with a nod, causing Mariada to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Yes, Most Noble Master Galat, I am designated LD13. However, many who are acquainted with me refer to me as 'the Lord'." The droid bowed slightly. "It has been some time since Count Dooku transferred my services to this mansion, and subsequently, to Master Reus."

Turning to Mariada, Kessarion said, "Lord is one of the most sophisticated and reliable protocol droids I've known. We can trust him."

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>>5780876
The droid's photoreceptors seemed to convey a semblance of gratitude. "Thank you, Most Noble Master Galat. It saddens me deeply to learn of the recent events concerning the Jedi Order. I have already implemented several security measures and am monitoring any movement towards the mansion by military, governmental, or law enforcement units."

The gesture struck Kessarion, showing the droid's clear understanding and proactive nature. "Thank you, Lord," he said gratefully. "Of course, Master Galat. Now, if you would follow me." The droid motioned for them to enter.

Inside, the mansion was a realm of luxury, its interiors lavishly decorated with art, sculptures, and finely crafted furniture. The opulence was apparent in every corner, and Mariada's eyes widened in awe as she took in the surroundings. Lord showed them to their quarters, each room exuding sophistication and comfort. "I trust these accommodations will be to your liking. If you require anything, please do not hesitate to inform me." Kessarion thanked the droid, feeling a weight lifting off his shoulders. For the first time in days, there was a sense of safety, and it was a luxury he did not take lightly.

As Kessarion was about to move towards his room, Lord paused, a slight hesitation in his voice. "Most Noble Master Galat, there is another matter you should be apprised of. Most Noble Mistress Reus has indicated her intention to rendezvous at this location. Unfortunately, I am unable to confirm her exact time of arrival. Given the circumstances, it is plausible that her journey here may experience some... delays." Kessarion's eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and relief. "Thank you for this information, Lord. It's reassuring to know she plans to join us here."

>Explore the Mansion's Archives: Given the mansion's history and its previous owners, there's a chance the archives might contain some valuable information or relics.
>Meditation Chamber: Find a quiet place within the mansion to meditate.
>Communication Room: Use the mansion's advanced communication setup to reach out to other potential allies or gather intelligence on the Empire's movements.
>Training Grounds: Seek out any training rooms or grounds within the mansion.
>Speak with Lord: Spend more time with the protocol droid. Lord's history and connection with figures like Count Dooku could offer unique insights into past events.
>Art and Culture: Explore the mansion's gallery, soaking in the art and cultural artifacts collected over centuries. It might offer a distraction and a chance to appreciate beauty in these troubled times.
>Rest and Recuperation: Simply take the time to rest in the luxury of the mansion. The journey and recent events have been taxing, and recuperating might be what's needed most.
>Bond with Mariada: Seeing Mariada's awe and wonder at the opulence of the mansion, Kessarion could decide to take her on a guided tour.
>Others

>>5780889
>>Bond with Mariada: Seeing Mariada's awe and wonder at the opulence of the mansion, Kessarion could decide to take her on a guided tour.
She is only causally working with us, try to strengthen the bond so there is less chance she will sell us out in the future. The Comm Room is a good idea, but with how recent it has been since Order 66 its better to lay low for a while imo. Its like one of those missing person cases, the first 72 hours are the most important when investigators begin searching for a missing person.

>>5780889
>Bond with Mariada: Seeing Mariada's awe and wonder at the opulence of the mansion, Kessarion could de

Walking through the opulent corridors of the mansion, Kessarion couldn't help but be taken back in time. The intricate mosaics and statues, and the soft hum of the mansion's life, all carried the whispers of a bygone era. One particular memory stood out – a grand feast hosted by Count Dooku himself.

As young Kessarion entered the mansion with his family, the gravitas of the Count was palpable. The tall, stately figure of Dooku had greeted them with a nod, his sharp eyes softening as they rested on young Kessarion. It had been an evening of laughter, joy, and discussions about the future of the galaxy. To think that the very man who had once played a gracious host would years later turn against the very ideals he preached that evening was a thought that weighed heavily on Kessarion's heart. What would Dooku have made of the current turmoil?

Shaking away the memories, Kessarion noticed Mariada's wide-eyed wonder. Her fingers lightly traced the intricate carvings on a banister, her eyes darting around, absorbing every detail. He paused, allowing her to take in the sheer magnificence of a grand ballroom.

"You know, I grew up in places like this," Kessarion began, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Rooms filled with laughter, with debates on politics and the affairs of the galaxy. But also rooms where serious decisions, ones that shaped the fate of many, were taken."

Mariada, her attention drawn to him, replied with a soft smile, "I can only imagine. My life... it was starkly different. The vastness of this room, it's probably bigger than the space I lived in for most of my life."

>Dive deeper into the past, allowing both Kessarion and Mariada to share stories of their upbringing, trials, and tribulations.
>Kessarion shifts the conversation to the uncertain future. He assures Mariada that she's under no obligation to stay with him and that he can provide her with enough credits to start anew if she wishes.
>Kessarion could mention that while he's unsure of his next steps in these tumultuous times, he knows that he could use someone with Mariada's skills and resourcefulness. He would propose an employment, assuring her that she would be compensated well for her assistance.
>Feeling a sense of connection, Kessarion might wonder if there's more to Mariada than meets the eye. He would use subtle questions, anecdotes about the Force, and gentle nudges with his own Force abilities to see if Mariada showcases any latent Force sensitivity or if she had any mysterious experiences that couldn't be explained in her past.
>Others

>>5781006
>Dive deeper into the past, allowing both Kessarion and Mariada to share stories of their upbringing, trials, and tribulations.

>Past
>Force Connection

We should see which Jedi on the FBI's wanted list were nearby & try hailing them.

Mariada hesitated for a moment before beginning, "Ryloth was... difficult. The beauty of the Twi'lek homeworld hides many shadows. My family... we weren't well-off. I barely remember my parents. All I know is that they sold me off to settle a debt. I was too young to understand why they would do that. All I remember are their tear-streaked faces as I was taken away."

She looked down, trying to steady herself. "The starports became my new home. I saw countless faces, heard a myriad of stories, and learned to fend for myself. Every job, every skill I picked up, was out of necessity. It's what kept me alive."

Kessarion, listening intently, responded with compassion, "I can't even begin to imagine the pain and resilience it took for you to survive that, Mariada. My family, while it had its own set of challenges, provided me with a structured upbringing. And I was taken in as a Padawan when I was 14, as is customary for Jedi initiates. Luckily I have spend the first couple of years of my training still on my home planet with Master Reus. Afterwards we moved to Coruscant. Then the temple on Coruscant was my home. My family."

He paused, reminiscing. "My days were filled with training, meditation, and studies. I was surrounded by mentors and fellow Padawans. The bond I shared with Master Reus... it was special. She taught me to see beyond the immediate, to understand the deeper connections of the Force. We traveled to many worlds, helping where we could, mediating conflicts, and bringing balance.

Mariada, a hint of surprise in her eyes, responded, "You were taken in at 14? That seems... older than I'd expected for Jedi training."

Kessarion chuckled softly, "Yes, it's not the typical age for initiation. Most Jedi are brought in as infants. But Master Reus saw something in me during a diplomatic mission on Serenno. She believed that the Force had a unique path for me. Training an older Padawan was challenging, but she was patient. I had a world of experiences, emotions, and attachments that many younglings did not. It made my training both complicated and enriching."

Mariada listened, her fingers playing with a loose thread on her attire. "It's fascinating, the differences in our lives. And yet, perhaps there's some similarity. We were both taken away from our homes at a young age. But your memories are filled with mentorship, learning, and purpose. Mine were... of survival and adaptation."

Kessarion tilted his head, his deep brown eyes gazing at her with understanding. "In many ways, Mariada, I think you're stronger than most Jedi I know. While our training taught us discipline and resilience, we always had the backing of the Order. You... you had no one but yourself, and yet you thrived."

A wistful smile tugged at Mariada's lips. "Flattery, Master Jedi? I didn't think that was part of the teachings."

He chuckled, "It isn't. But honesty is. You've weathered storms I can only imagine, and I respect that."

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>>5781383
>The conversation moves to a more personal level as Kessarion begins to view Mariada as a close friend. He might ask about her favorite memories despite her hardships, her aspirations for the future, or perhaps a talent or hobby she hasn't mentioned before. Similarly, he'd share more intimate moments of his past, maybe a cherished memory with Master Reus or a tale from his childhood. This option centers around mutual trust and companionship.
>Kessarion's view of Mariada shifts as he not only respects her strength but also begins to notice the subtle details that make her unique. Her laughter, the grace with which she carries herself despite her rough past, even the way the room's lighting highlights her features. Their conversation might take a turn to more lighthearted topics, perhaps music or art, and Kessarion may find himself more drawn to her presence.
>Kessarion might reflect aloud on the inherent privilege that came with being part of the Jedi Order, acknowledging that while they faced their own challenges, they also had significant support and resources at their disposal. He might express gratitude for the life he lived while also displaying empathy for those less fortunate.
>Kessarion falls into a pensive mood, realizing the stark differences in their upbringings. The talk makes him reflect on the privileges he, and many in the Jedi Order, had been bestowed. While they faced their own challenges, they always had a safety net. He contemplates aloud about the nature of privilege, the responsibilities that come with it, and the contrast of challenges between the protected walls of the Jedi Temple and the unforgiving life of Ryloth.
>Kessarion, trying to lighten the mood, asks Mariada if she's familiar with any board games or leisure activities, leading them to play a game together. This playful competition could provide them with both relaxation and a new perspective on each other's strategies and thought processes.
>Other

>>5781397
>>Kessarion might reflect aloud on the inherent privilege that came with being part of the Jedi Order, acknowledging that while they faced their own challenges, they also had significant support and resources at their disposal. He might express gratitude for the life he lived while also displaying empathy for those less fortunate.
Probably best not to overshare/pry since we've just met.

>FRIENDSHIP
or
>Lighten the mood.

>>5781383
>Kessarion's view of Mariada shifts as he not only respects her strength but also begins to notice the subtle details that make her unique. Her laughter, the grace with which she carries herself despite her rough past, even the way the room's lighting highlights her features. Their conversation might take a turn to more lighthearted topics, perhaps music or art, and Kessarion may find himself more drawn to her presence.

>>5781397
>The conversation moves to a more personal level as Kessarion begins to view Mariada as a close friend. He might ask about her favorite memories despite her hardships, her aspirations for the future, or perhaps a talent or hobby she hasn't mentioned before. Similarly, he'd share more intimate moments of his past, maybe a cherished memory with Master Reus or a tale from his childhood. This option centers around mutual trust and companionship.

Frens now.

The atmosphere shifted into a quieter, gentler tone as Mariada and Kessarion continued their conversation, weaving through hallways that echoed with distant memories. The warmth from nearby wall sconces cast a soft glow upon the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls.

Kessarion began with a soft question, "Mariada, through all the struggles and hardships, has there been a memory that has stayed with you – something light and good?"

Mariada paused, her eyes reflecting a distant, yet warm memory. "Once, when I was working at a starport on Nar Shaddaa, an old Togruta musician used to play his pipa in the corner every day. I didn’t have credits to spare, but I shared my lunch with him whenever I could. In return, he taught me a bit about playing. It was... a reprieve from everything else."

She looked towards Kessarion, "What about you? I imagine life at the Jedi Temple was structured, but there must have been moments of lightness?"

A gentle smile formed on Kessarion’s face. "There were. While the Jedi teachings emphasized emotional control, we did have our moments of joy and camaraderie. I remember once, Master Reus took me to the high mountains of Alderaan. We meditated, but afterwards, she showed me how to create a small avalanche with the Force. Watching the snow cascade down, she told me that even amidst the discipline, it was vital to recognize and appreciate the beauty and power around us."

They continued speaking for a while and Kessarion started to mention his former Jedi Master. His eyes softened, a faraway look taking over as he leaned against the intricately carved wooden railing. "Speaking of Master Reus," he began, "She was an incredible mentor and guide. Though she adhered strictly to the Jedi Code, she had a unique way of seeing the world, always finding the balance between duty and personal connection."

Kessarion started to describe Master Reus...

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>>5782564
>Compassionate and Understanding: Master Reus was a kind soul, always prioritizing the well-being of others. She would often go out of her way to help those in need and taught Kessarion the importance of empathy and kindness. Her lessons were always imbued with tales of helping others and understanding their pain, even when it came at a cost.

>Stoic and Disciplined: Reus was a strict adherent to the Jedi Code, teaching Kessarion the importance of discipline and emotional control. She was not easily swayed by emotional appeals and believed that a Jedi must first master themselves before attempting to bring order to the galaxy. Her teachings were rigid, structured, and aimed at ensuring that her Padawan was capable of withstanding emotional turbulence.

>Adventurous and Bold: Master Reus was renowned for her adventurous spirit, often engaging in daring missions and not shying away from a challenge. Her teachings to Kessarion were laced with thrilling stories from across the galaxy, emphasizing the importance of courage, quick-thinking, and embracing the unknown.

>Wise and Reflective: Reus was a philosopher at heart, always seeking the deeper meaning behind the Force and life itself. She encouraged Kessarion to contemplate the mysteries of the universe, to look beyond the surface, and to seek knowledge wherever it might be found. Her teachings were profound and encouraged introspection and philosophical inquiry.

>Mysterious and Enigmatic: Reus often spoke in riddles and metaphors, presenting herself as a puzzle to be understood. Her teachings were layered and required deciphering, ensuring Kessarion developed a keen mind able to unravel complexities and see beyond the apparent. She believed that the truth was often hidden and it was a Jedi’s duty to uncover it.

>Aristocratic and Disillusioned: Much like Count Dooku, Master Reus hailed from a noble lineage, giving her a regal bearing and an air of sophistication. She often expressed skepticism regarding the role of the Jedi in galactic politics and felt that the Order, at times, was more a puppet of the Senate than a true guardian of peace. This disillusionment, paired with her aristocratic views, made her an unorthodox mentor. She believed in a galaxy where the Jedi were not just peacekeepers but also key players in political affairs, ensuring a more direct approach to establishing order. Her teachings to Kessarion were enriched with discussions about politics, governance, and the limitations of the Jedi Order's neutrality.

>Other

>>5782606
>Compassionate and Understanding: Master Reus was a kind soul, always prioritizing the well-being of others. She would often go out of her way to help those in need and taught Kessarion the importance of empathy and kindness. Her lessons were always imbued with tales of helping others and understanding their pain, even when it came at a cost.

I like this.

>>5782606
>>Aristocratic and Disillusioned: Much like Count Dooku, Master Reus hailed from a noble lineage, giving her a regal bearing and an air of sophistication. She often expressed skepticism regarding the role of the Jedi in galactic politics and felt that the Order, at times, was more a puppet of the Senate than a true guardian of peace. This disillusionment, paired with her aristocratic views, made her an unorthodox mentor. She believed in a galaxy where the Jedi were not just peacekeepers but also key players in political affairs, ensuring a more direct approach to establishing order. Her teachings to Kessarion were enriched with discussions about politics, governance, and the limitations of the Jedi Order's neutrality.

>>5782606
>>Aristocratic and Disillusioned: Much like Count Dooku, Master Reus hailed from a noble lineage, giving her a regal bearing and an air of sophistication. She often expressed skepticism regarding the role of the Jedi in galactic politics and felt that the Order, at times, was more a puppet of the Senate than a true guardian of peace. This disillusionment, paired with her aristocratic views, made her an unorthodox mentor. She believed in a galaxy where the Jedi were not just peacekeepers but also key players in political affairs, ensuring a more direct approach to establishing order. Her teachings to Kessarion were enriched with discussions about politics, governance, and the limitations of the Jedi Order's neutrality.

>Mysterious and Enigmatic: Reus often spoke in riddles and metaphors, presenting herself as a puzzle to be understood. Her teachings were layered and required deciphering, ensuring Kessarion developed a keen mind able to unravel complexities and see beyond the apparent. She believed that the truth was often hidden and it was a Jedi’s duty to uncover it.

As Kessarion delved deeper into memories of his mentor, the ambiance in the room seemed to shift. Mariada, captivated, leaned in, listening intently.

"Master Reus had this captivating presence," he began, his voice taking on a tone of deep reverence. "From the moment you met her, you could sense her wisdom. Her perspective on the Force, on the galaxy, and on the Jedi Order really made her stand out."

He paused, choosing his words carefully. "You see, she was trained by Count Dooku when he was still a Jedi. And while she never ventured down the dark path he did, she did inherit his disillusionment with how the Jedi Order often played its hand in politics."

Mariada interjected, "I've heard tales of Count Dooku. They say he was a political idealist before... well, before everything changed."

Kessarion nodded. "That's right. And Master Reus held a similar belief. She felt that the Jedi, with all their power and wisdom, could be doing more – not just resolving conflicts, but preventing them. She saw a role for the Jedi not just as peacekeepers, but as active participants in shaping the political landscape of the galaxy."

He chuckled softly, a wistful look in his eyes. "I remember countless debates we had, where she'd challenge me to think beyond the traditional teachings of the Jedi. To consider the broader picture, the intricacies of governance, the delicate balance between neutrality and action."

Mariada looked thoughtful. "It sounds like she was ahead of her time. Maybe if more Jedi thought like her, things would've been different."

Kessarion sighed, "Perhaps. But one thing's for sure – she had a profound impact on my life and how I view the galaxy. And I'm forever grateful for the wisdom she imparted."

As the night grew deeper, the tales of Master Reus became a bridge, connecting two souls from vastly different backgrounds. Through stories and shared experiences, a bond was being forged, one that would prove crucial in the days to come.

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>>5783026
Mariada, after a thoughtful pause, turned the conversation toward another direction. "You mentioned Lorrha earlier. Your Padawan, right? What's she like?"

Kessarion's gaze softened, clearly fond memories of his apprentice playing in his mind. "Ah, Lorrha. She's..."

>Resilient and Independent: Lorrha has always been a survivor. Growing up in the harsh terrains of Kashyyyk has made her robust and self-reliant. Training her often felt like walking alongside her rather than leading, as she always had her own way of seeing situations and finding solutions. Her strong-willed nature combined with her innate resourcefulness makes her a formidable Jedi.

>Compassionate and Empathetic: Lorrha's heart is her guiding light. She feels deeply and has an innate ability to understand and relate to the pain of others. This trait often makes her the peacemaker in disputes. While her emotions sometimes get the better of her, they are also her greatest strength, allowing her to form genuine connections and aid those in distress.

>Curious and Scholarly: Ever the inquisitive soul, Lorrha's thirst for knowledge knows no bounds. She has a penchant for exploring ancient Jedi texts, studying different cultures, and understanding the nuances of the Force.

>Adventurous and Spirited: Lorrha is a spirit that can't be contained. Her love for adventure and exploration knows no bounds. Training sessions with her were less about structured teachings and more about adapting to unpredictable situations she'd inadvertently get them into. Her vivacity and zest for life are infectious, making their journey together an exciting one.

>Artistic and Expressive: Lorrha has a deep appreciation for the arts. She often sketches landscapes, beings, and memories, capturing moments in time. This artistic side of her provides a unique perspective, allowing her to see beauty in places and situations where others might not.

>Reserved and Observant: Lorrha tends to be on the quieter side, preferring to observe and listen rather than be the center of attention. Kessarion often had a hard time getting her to open up. This reserved nature has made her an excellent listener and someone who often catches details that others might miss.

>Other

>>5783035
>>Resilient and Independent: Lorrha has always been a survivor. Growing up in the harsh terrains of Kashyyyk has made her robust and self-reliant. Training her often felt like walking alongside her rather than leading, as she always had her own way of seeing situations and finding solutions. Her strong-willed nature combined with her innate resourcefulness makes her a formidable Jedi.

>>5783035
>Adventurous and Spirited: Lorrha is a spirit that can't be contained. Her love for adventure and exploration knows no bounds. Training sessions with her were less about structured teachings and more about adapting to unpredictable situations she'd inadvertently get them into. Her vivacity and zest for life are infectious, making their journey together an exciting one.

>>5783035
>Resilient and Independent: Lorrha has always been a survivor. Growing up in the harsh terrains of Kashyyyk has made her robust and self-reliant. Training her often felt like walking alongside her rather than leading, as she always had her own way of seeing situations and finding solutions. Her strong-willed nature combined with her innate resourcefulness makes her a formidable Jedi.

>Curious and Scholarly: Ever the inquisitive soul, Lorrha's thirst for knowledge knows no bounds. She has a penchant for exploring ancient Jedi texts, studying different cultures, and understanding the nuances of the Force.

>>5783035
>>Adventurous and Spirited: Lorrha is a spirit that can't be contained. Her love for adventure and exploration knows no bounds. Training sessions with her were less about structured teachings and more about adapting to unpredictable situations she'd inadvertently get them into. Her vivacity and zest for life are infectious, making their journey together an exciting one.

Kessarion leaned back, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he thought of his young Padawan, Lorrha. "Ah, Lorrha," he began, a fondness evident in his voice, "her spirit is like a wild gust of wind, always restless, always curious. There were times during our training when I felt more like her partner in adventure rather than her master. She'd often pull us into unpredictable situations, and it was a challenge, albeit a thrilling one, to adapt and navigate them."

Mariada raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued, "Sounds like quite the handful. How did you manage?"

Kessarion smiled, "It was her resilience and fierce independence that truly stood out. She grew up facing the harsh realities of Kashyyyk, learning to be self-reliant at a young age. Those experiences made her a survivor. When faced with a challenge, she'd always find her own unique way to approach it. It was less about guiding her and more about walking alongside her, learning as much from her as she did from me."

He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "There were times I sensed something rare in her, a unique connection to the Force. I believe it's what some might call a 'Shatterpoint.' It's a complex ability, seeing the vulnerabilities, the fractures in events, objects, or even people."

Mariada's eyes widened with intrigue, "Shatterpoint? That sounds... profound."

"It is," Kessarion nodded, "But it's something I believe she's still coming to understand. With time, and with the right guidance, I believe she'll harness it to its full potential."

>[[Lorrha's Unique Force Ability: Shatterpoint: This ability allows the user to perceive the critical points, vulnerabilities, and weaknesses in various situations and even within individuals. It's a rare and advanced skill that enables the user to determine the best course of action, even in complex scenarios, and to exploit weaknesses for strategic advantage.]]

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>>5783390
Master Reus or Lorrha should arrive soon. Kessarion needs to decide how to spend the time before one of them arrives.

>Force Meditation: Retreat to a quiet corner of the mansion and immerse himself in deep Force meditation, seeking clarity, guidance, and strengthening his connection to the Force.

>Converse with Lord: Engage in a detailed conversation with Lord, the protocol droid, seeking insights into the mansion's history, its previous guests, or even the droid's own experiences under Count Dooku and Master Reus.

>Further Bonding with Mariada: Continue deepening the bond with Mariada, maybe through a shared activity in the mansion like exploring the gardens, practicing combat, or discussing their hopes for the future.

>Contact Family on Serenno: Use a secure line to reach out to his family members on Serenno, ensuring their safety and perhaps gathering any information they might have on the changing galactic dynamics.

>Contact Zephyra Demici: Given their past connections, Kessarion could decide to get in touch with Zephyra Demici. She might have insights or resources that could be of value in the current galactic climate...but probably that's not the real reason for him to contact her.

>Prepare a Jedi Holocron: Given the uncertain fate of the Jedi Order, using his earlier notes, he decides to work on crafting a holocron where he records his thoughts, experiences, and teachings regarding the recent events, ensuring the preservation of knowledge for potential future Jedi or Force-sensitive individuals.

>Physical Training: Utilize the mansion's training facilities to hone his combat skills, ensuring he remains sharp and ready for any confrontations that may arise.

>Art and Creativity: Explore the artistic side by engaging in drawing, painting, or even playing a musical instrument available in the mansion, letting the arts be a therapeutic outlet amidst the chaos.

>Other

>Lord
>Family
>Training
>Arts
In order of preference.

>>5783425
>>Converse with Lord: Engage in a detailed conversation with Lord, the protocol droid, seeking insights into the mansion's history, its previous guests, or even the droid's own experiences under Count Dooku and Master Reus.

>>Prepare New Identities for Lorra and Master Reus: Take the time to begin crafting identities using Kessarion's knowledge and the Mansion's resources to further protect them!

>>5783425
>Converse with Lord: Engage in a detailed conversation with Lord, the protocol droid, seeking insights into the mansion's history, its previous guests, or even the droid's own experiences under Count Dooku and Master Reus.
>Physical Training: Utilize the mansion's training facilities to hone his combat skills, ensuring he remains sharp and ready for any confrontations that may arise.

>>5783425
>>Contact Family on Serenno: Use a secure line to reach out to his family members on Serenno, ensuring their safety and perhaps gathering any information they might have on the changing galactic dynamics.

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>>5783429
>>5783460
>>5783518

"Ah, Lord," Kessarion greeted the droid. "I've been curious about this mansion's history, and I believe you're the best one to provide insights."

Lord gave a slight bow, the gesture a testament to his well-programmed etiquette. "Of course, Most Noble Master Galat. This mansion has stood for several centuries and has been a silent witness to many events. What would you like to know?"

Kessarion leaned forward, intrigued. "Let's start with Count Dooku. How was your experience serving under him?"

Lord paused for a moment, processing. "Count Dooku, or as he was formerly known, Jedi Master Dooku, was a charismatic and highly principled individual. While I served him, the mansion was often frequented by politicians, diplomats, and other figures of significance. Their discussions, often shrouded in confidentiality, revolved around the galaxy's politics, with Dooku always seeking ways to improve the Republic's bureaucracy."

"Count Dooku was not only a political scientist but also a scholar of ancient Jedi and Sith knowledge," Lord continued, his voice steady. "While many saw his eventual dissent from the Jedi Order as a betrayal, it was, in many ways, a culmination of his years of frustration with the system's inefficiencies and corruption. He believed in a more direct, authoritative approach to achieving peace, which put him at odds with the Jedi Council's philosophy."

Kessarion's eyes sharpened with interest. "And during this dissent, did he confide in you or leave behind any records?"

Lord's optical sensors seemed to focus more intently on Kessarion. "Indeed, Most Noble Master Galat. Over the years, the Count recorded several personal logs and reflections. He intended for them to be accessed only after his demise. They were encrypted with a code sequence that, I must admit, I have been unable to decipher."

"I believe they could shed light on the depth and nuances of his beliefs," Lord replied. "Perhaps even provide understanding into events that shaped the galaxy. Given your connection to Master Reus and the respect Count Dooku had for her, I believe you are well-suited to access and interpret these files."

>"While I appreciate the offer, Lord, I believe Master Reus would be the most appropriate individual to access those files."
>"I've always been curious about Count Dooku's personal reflections. Given our galaxy's current state, understanding his thoughts could be invaluable. I'd like to access them."
>"It feels intrusive to pry into the personal records of someone like Dooku without his direct consent. However, if it can offer any clarity or insight, I will access them. But with utmost respect to his memory."
>"I'll accept the files, Lord, but only to seek out any personal requests or information that Dooku may have left behind. The politics of the galaxy and the affairs of the Jedi Order have taken their toll on me. I'm not keen on diving into more of that."
>Other

>With Utmost Respect

>>5784001
>>"I've always been curious about Count Dooku's personal reflections. Given our galaxy's current state, understanding his thoughts could be invaluable. I'd like to access them."

>>5784001
>"I've always been curious about Count Dooku's personal reflections. Given our galaxy's current state, understanding his thoughts could be invaluable. I'd like to access them."

Neat, learning some things would be useful.

The room grew still, the silence punctuated only by the soft hums and clicks of Lord's circuits as he processed the response.

"Your respect for Count Dooku's memory is evident, Most Noble Master Galat," Lord replied, a note of appreciation evident in his synthesized voice. "Allow me a moment." The droid interfaced with the mansion's central computer system, retrieving the sealed data files.

A holoprojector on the table between them came to life, displaying an encrypted data file bearing the emblem of House Dooku. "Here are the personal files of Count Dooku," Lord announced. "They are encrypted, and while I have tried in the past to access them, the security has proven formidable. But given your knowledge and connection to the Force, you might find a way."

Kessarion eyed the files, a mix of anticipation and reverence swirling within him. "Thank you, Lord. These recordings could potentially bridge gaps in our understanding or at the very least offer a unique perspective."

Lord nodded, "Count Dooku was a complex individual, a visionary in his own right. Though his methods and decisions were, at times, contentious, his love for the galaxy and its people was never in doubt. I hope these files provide clarity."

Kessarion took a deep breath, preparing himself for the journey into the mind of one of the galaxy's most enigmatic figures. With the Force as his guide, he hoped to unlock the mysteries contained within. He decided which files to focus on studying first.

>Jedi Musings: An archive of Dooku's contemplative thoughts about the Jedi Order, his disagreements with its teachings, and the events leading up to his departure.

>Diplomatic Chronicles: These files contain Count Dooku's interactions, discussions, and reflections on the myriad of political and diplomatic affairs he was involved in. They detail his meetings with senators, rulers of various systems, and influential figures in the galaxy.

>>5784207
>Diplomatic Chronicles: These files contain Count Dooku's interactions, discussions, and reflections on the myriad of political and diplomatic affairs he was involved in. They detail his meetings with senators, rulers of various systems, and influential figures in the galaxy.

>Diplomatic

>>5784207
>>Diplomatic Chronicles: These files contain Count Dooku's interactions, discussions, and reflections on the myriad of political and diplomatic affairs he was involved in. They detail his meetings with senators, rulers of various systems, and influential figures in the galaxy.

>>5784207
>>Diplomatic Chronicles: These files contain Count Dooku's interactions, discussions, and reflections on the myriad of political and diplomatic affairs he was involved in. They detail his meetings with senators, rulers of various systems, and influential figures in the galaxy.

Kessarion took a deep breath, centering himself in the Force. With Lord’s notes as a guide, he began to navigate the intricate encryption layers of the diplomatic chronicles. His fingers danced over the console as he cross-referenced patterns and symbols, drawing on the Force to guide his intuition.

As the last barrier of encryption dissolved, a series of holographic recordings emerged, displaying Count Dooku in various settings. Some showed him in grand halls, debating with senators and rulers, while others were more intimate, revealing quiet discussions with influential figures in dimly lit chambers.

Kessarion selected the first file, and a projection of Count Dooku appeared, poised and regal. "Log Entry 2385," Dooku began, "Today’s meeting with the Trade Federation proved more challenging than anticipated. Their ambitions grow unchecked, and I fear the Senate's complacency may lead to greater unrest."

As Kessarion delved deeper into the logs, patterns began to emerge. Dooku's concerns regarding the corruption within the Galactic Senate, his frustrations with bureaucratic inefficiencies, and his own vision of an orderly galaxy. While he was often critical of the Republic's leadership, there was an undeniable passion in his voice—a genuine desire to see a prosperous, unified galaxy.

One entry caught Kessarion's attention: "Met with representatives of the Commerce Guild and Techno Union. Their grievances with the Republic's taxation policies are not without merit. However, their proposed solutions could destabilize the economic balance. Must tread carefully."

Dooku's observations were sharp and astute, revealing the intricate web of galactic politics and the delicate balance of power. Yet, interspersed within these diplomatic notes were moments of introspection, where Dooku questioned the very fabric of the Republic and the role of the Jedi within it.

Hours seemed to pass as Kessarion immersed himself in the Diplomatic Chronicles. Through Dooku's reflections, he gained invaluable insights into the complex web of politics and intrigue that had shaped the galaxy's fate. The Jedi Master felt a deeper understanding of the man Count Dooku had been—a noble, albeit conflicted figure, whose choices, for better or worse, had left an indelible mark on the galaxy. It also helped him understand why his former master, Master Reus, always spoke so highly of Dooku, which was her master for some time as well.

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>>5785155
> Deeply influenced by Dooku's perspective, Kessarion starts to believe that had Dooku's ideas been realized, the galaxy would have been in a far better place. The Jedi Master feels that the ideals Dooku championed might have been the key to a prosperous and unified galaxy.

>After sifting through the chronicles, Kessarion concludes that Dooku, despite his noble lineage and idealistic thoughts, became a puppet in the grander scheme. His detachment from the Jedi Order and reality made him an easy target for the Sith's manipulation, leading to widespread chaos and war.

> While Kessarion is critical of Dooku's alliance with the Dark Side and his methods, he can't help but admire some of the Count's political perspectives. He starts to wonder if an Empire, guided by Jedi principles and values, might be the ultimate solution for the galaxy's long-standing issues.

>Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of Dooku's revelations, Kessarion decides to meditate and seek answers from the Force. He hopes to find clarity and guidance on how to process and utilize this newfound knowledge.

>>5785156
>>After sifting through the chronicles, Kessarion concludes that Dooku, despite his noble lineage and idealistic thoughts, became a puppet in the grander scheme. His detachment from the Jedi Order and reality made him an easy target for the Sith's manipulation, leading to widespread chaos and war
Dooku clearly fucked up and made many wrong decisions, mirroring them won't help anyone.

>>5785156
>After sifting through the chronicles, Kessarion concludes that Dooku, despite his noble lineage and idealistic thoughts, became a puppet in the grander scheme. His detachment from the Jedi Order and reality made him an easy target for the Sith's manipulation, leading to widespread chaos and war.

Wanted to vote for this.

>>5785156
>> Deeply influenced by Dooku's perspective, Kessarion starts to believe that had Dooku's ideas been realized, the galaxy would have been in a far better place. The Jedi Master feels that the ideals Dooku championed might have been the key to a prosperous and unified galaxy.

>>5785156
>> Deeply influenced by Dooku's perspective, Kessarion starts to believe that had Dooku's ideas been realized, the galaxy would have been in a far better place. The Jedi Master feels that the ideals Dooku championed might have been the key to a prosperous and unified galaxy.
dooku ma babby

We need a tie-breaker or a fusion of the two ideas. I would accept others that also make sense and explain themselves.

>>5786058
Could go for: if Dooku's plan became reality the Sith would have never gained the opportunity for this power, but he also weak and a puppet of anothers design. Seems like a mix of the two.

>>5786062
+1

My bad, left my name on from purging slide threads

Kessarion leaned back, the weight of Dooku's reflections pressing on his mind. The room seemed to grow colder, or perhaps that was just his perception, as the complexity of the Count's actions unfolded before him.

He sighed deeply, intertwining his fingers, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Dooku, the idealist," he mused aloud. "Had he managed to mold the Republic into the vision he so passionately believed in, the Sith wouldn’t have found their way into the core of galactic power. But alas, his noble intentions were overshadowed by his susceptibility to manipulation."

Lord, who had been silently observing, ventured to speak, "Count Dooku, while brilliant, was also a man of pride. Pride that made him vulnerable to the machinations of those who sought to use him."

Kessarion nodded, acknowledging the droid's assessment. "Yes, and it's that very pride that turned him into a puppet. His disillusionment with the Republic became the very tool that the Sith exploited. Instead of reforming the system, he played directly into their hands."

Mariada, who had been quietly listening, added, "It's a classic tale, isn't it? Great minds, noble intentions, but one flaw, one crack, and everything can crumble."

Kessarion looked at her, gratitude evident in his eyes for her insight. "It's a reminder," he said, "that even the greatest among us are susceptible to fallibility. And it's our duty to learn from their missteps, ensuring we don't repeat the same errors."

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A soft chime echoed through the mansion's vast corridors, indicating an incoming transmission. The source of the communication was secured with layers of encryption, only recognizable to those familiar with House Galat's unique code.

As Kessarion approached the main holoprojector, Lord was already preparing the connection. "Master Galat, there's a secured transmission for you. It's from House Galat on Serenno."

A holographic display activated, revealing the projected image of Serrin Galat. The tall figure's distinct hazel eyes immediately met Kessarion's, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Serrin," Kessarion greeted, standing a bit taller in the presence of his cousin, even if it was just a hologram.

"Kessarion," Serrin responded with a nod, his voice carrying its characteristic weight of authority. "I was informed when one of the special identifications was activated. I assume you're in need of assistance."

Kessarion hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Indeed, Serrin. Times have changed rapidly."

Serrin's sharp eyes assessed him, waiting for more. The room grew silent, the tension palpable, as both men understood the gravity of what was left unsaid.

>"You're right, Serrin. The galaxy's in turmoil, and our family might be in danger. I need your help to stay off the grid and ensure the safety of those with me."
> "Serrin, while I value our family ties, these are uncertain times. I need to ensure the safety of those with me. We're leaving Toprawa soon. Let's discuss matters once I feel we're in a more secure position."
> "I appreciate the contact, Serrin. Given the gravity of everything, should I consider coming to Serenno?"
> "Serrin, it's not the best time to discuss everything. Perhaps you should come to Toprawa. We can discuss matters face-to-face."
>"It's been a whirlwind of events, cousin. I need some time to process and plan. How does the rest of our family perceive these changes?"
>Other

>>5787866
>>"It's been a whirlwind of events, cousin. I need some time to process and plan. How does the rest of our family perceive these changes?"
Probably best to feel the situation out before jumping in bed, he or other members of the family could betray us for a sizable reward from the Empire. If possible we should spin this into an opportunity for the family and become valuable to them.

>>5787866
>>"It's been a whirlwind of events, cousin. I need some time to process and plan. How does the rest of our family perceive these changes?"

Eh, why not, +1

>>5787866
>"It's been a whirlwind of events, cousin. I need some time to process and plan. How does the rest of our family perceive these changes?"

>Sorry for the delay.

"It's been a whirlwind of events, cousin. I need some time to process and plan. How does the rest of our family perceive these changes?"

Serrin's voice, usually steady and composed, carried a hint of hesitation. "Kessarion, the family... well, there are mixed feelings. Some see the rise of the Empire as a chance for new opportunities, for prosperity and growth. But others? They're cautious, wary of the rapid changes and the Empire's tightening grip. Personally, I believe we must adapt to survive, but there's a balance to strike."

Kessarion, pausing a moment to gauge his cousin's tone, responded carefully, "Your words sound measured, Serrin. More so than usual. Are there complications I should know about?"

There was a brief silence on the line. When Serrin spoke again, his words were chosen with precision, "Every transition brings its own set of challenges. Serenno's political landscape is... shifting. I'm working to navigate these changes, ensure our family remains in a position of strength."

>"I understand the need for caution, cousin. Just know that if you ever need my help or assistance in any form, I'm here. Our bond as family surpasses any political landscape."
>"Serrin, despite the vastness of the galaxy and our different paths, I trust you. I believe you have our family's best interests at heart. Just remember, we're in this together."
> "Your words feel veiled, cousin. I've always respected our differences, but if you're considering any actions that might jeopardize my safety or our family's honor, think twice."
>Other

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>"I understand the need for caution, cousin. I believe you have our house's best interests at heart. Our bond as family surpasses any political landscape."

>>5788885
>>5788911
Support

>>5788885
>Other
We can offer our serivces for support. A Jedi can be a helpful agent and "negotiator" for the family to use to increase their power.

"I understand the need for caution, cousin. I believe you have our house's best interests at heart. Our bond as family surpasses any political landscape." Kessarion said.

Serrin cleared his throat, a slight quiver betraying his usual stoicism. "Kessarion, your trust means more than you can imagine. These are... trying times. It's easy to forget the importance of family bonds amidst the chaos."The relief in Serrin's voice was palpable, albeit subtly masked.

Serrin's subtle exhale was almost imperceptible, a faint whisper that conveyed relief more than words could. "I appreciate your understanding, Kessarion," he replied, the earlier tension in his voice easing slightly. "Our house's legacy, our unity, has always been our strength. In these turbulent times, that unity is more vital than ever."

Kessarion nodded, even though Serrin couldn't see him. "Indeed, cousin. We must stand together. I am currently planning to stay here a bit more. I trust you'll keep me informed of any developments?"

"Of course," Serrin responded. "Our family's safety and prosperity will always be my priority."

With a sense of closure, Kessarion said, "Very well. Take care, Serrin. May the Force be with you, in whatever paths you tread."

"And with you, Kessarion," Serrin replied, a genuine note of fondness in his tone. The call ended, leaving Kessarion thoughtful, yet comforted by the trust he'd placed in his cousin.

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>>5789465

A little while later...

The sun was beginning its descent, casting the sprawling grounds of the mansion in a golden hue when Lord approached Kessarion. "Master Galat," the droid began in its courteous tone, "I have received a signal. Jedi Knight Lady Lorrha is approaching Toprawa and will soon land near the mansion."

Kessarion's face lit up with genuine joy. He swiftly made his way to the designated landing spot, eagerly awaiting Lorrha's arrival. As her ship touched down, its ramp lowered to reveal the towering, yet elegant figure of the Wookie Jedi Knight. Her brown fur gleamed in the sunlight, and her blue eyes held a glint of warmth and recognition.

She descended the ramp, and Kessarion rushed forward, embracing her in a heartfelt hug—a sight that would be unexpected for many who didn't understand their bond. Their mutual respect and deep connection were palpable. While words were minimal, the emotions shared between them spoke volumes.

After the initial moments of reunion, Kessarion gestured towards the mansion. As they walked, Lorrha's eyes fell upon Mariada, who had been observing the warm scene from a distance. With a courteous nod, Kessarion introduced, "Lorrha, this is Mariada. We've been through quite a lot together in a short span."

Mariada extended her hand with a smile, her curious gaze on the Wookie. Lorrha responded with a series of low growls and purrs—Shyriiwook. While Mariada couldn't understand, she felt the warmth and friendliness emanating from the Wookie Jedi. Kessarion provided a brief translation, "She says she's pleased to meet you."

The three made their way to the mansion, their footsteps in sync. As they walked, Kessarion and Lorrha exchanged brief Shyriiwook phrases, but there seemed to be more than words passing between them—a subtle Force connection that conveyed emotions, memories, and intentions more profoundly than language ever could.

>Kessarion, curious and concerned, immediately asks Lorrha about her experiences since Order 66 was executed. How did she manage to survive the purge? How did she find a ship?
>Sensing Lorrha's exhaustion and the weight of recent traumas, Kessarion suggests she take some time to rest and heal in the safety of the mansion. He assures her that when she's ready, they'll discuss everything in detail, allowing Lorrha to dictate the pace of their conversation.
>Kessarion, ever the strategist, believes that now, with Lorrha's arrival, it's the right moment to make their move and leave as soon as possible. He proposes to discuss potential destinations and make plans to leave Toprawa discreetly. The hope is to find a safer place, lay low, and then attempt to contact Master Reus.
>Other

>>5789514
>Sensing Lorrha's exhaustion and the weight of recent traumas, Kessarion suggests she take some time to rest and heal in the safety of the mansion. He assures her that when she's ready, they'll discuss everything in detail, allowing Lorrha to dictate the pace of their conversation.
I think we've got time, I don't think Serrin would sell us out so quickly if at all.

>>5789514
>Sensing Lorrha's exhaustion and the weight of recent traumas, Kessarion suggests she take some time to rest and heal in the safety of the mansion. He assures her that when she's ready, they'll discuss everything in detail, allowing Lorrha to dictate the pace of their conversation.

>>5789514
> Sensing Lorrha's exhaustion and the weight of recent traumas, Kessarion suggests she take some time to rest and heal in the safety of the mansion. He assures her that when she's ready, they'll discuss everything in detail, allowing Lorrha to dictate the pace of their conversation.

>>5789514
>>Sensing Lorrha's exhaustion and the weight of recent traumas, Kessarion suggests she take some time to rest and heal in the safety of the mansion. He assures her that when she's ready, they'll discuss everything in detail, allowing Lorrha to dictate the pace of their conversation.

Going with consensus. Hopefully Master Reus reaches Toprawa soon as well, at which point we can go about covering our tracks as far as ownership of the mansion goes. From there we can begin searching for more Jedi if we're so inclined, or formulating some other plan. Mariada can upgrade the ships we have.

btw should we archive the thread? I don't know how it goes on /qst, last quest I ran was back in /tg like 8 years ago

>>5790139
Yes we should.
suptg is more or less automatic, just write down what you think is appropriate for the description and tags and you should be fine.

>>5790139
>btw should we archive the thread?
Of course, why wouldnt you? It isn't hard to do.

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>>5790170
This is all you need to do.

Kessarion led Lorrha to a comfortable guest room within the mansion. The spacious chamber was adorned with elegant furnishings and had large windows that allowed the soft Toprawa sunlight to filter in, casting a warm and soothing ambiance.

"Rest here, Lorrha," Kessarion said gently as they entered the room. "You've been through a great deal, and I can't imagine what you've endured. Take all the time you need. When you're ready, we'll be here to listen and support you."

Lorrha nodded gratefully, her towering form appearing somehow smaller as she sank onto the plush bed. With a weary but appreciative smile, she replied in her native Shyriiwook.

As Kessarion left the room, he closed the door behind him, leaving Lorrha to her well-deserved rest. He knew that her recovery, both physically and emotionally, was paramount, and he was determined to give her all the time she needed to heal.

Outside the room, Kessarion found Mariada waiting, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. He motioned for her to follow him, and they retreated to a sitting area nearby.

"Now, Mariada," Kessarion began, "while Lorrha rests, there are things we should discuss. We have to consider our next steps carefully."

>"I am relieved to have Lorrha here safe and sound. With Lord's alertness and my family's bonds we can safely stay here and wait for Master Reus. Even after that, I am considering to lay low and stay here."
>"The Empire's reach is vast, and we can't stay here indefinitely. As soon as Master Reus arrives I am planning to leave. I would be more than happy if you also join us."
>"In the coming days I am planning to visit the nearby Serenno and consider my options of re-settling my home planet again. You are welcome to accompany me of course."
>"As Lorrha arrived, I am thinking of leaving Toprawa once she gets a good rest. I think as long as Master Reus is safe it is not imperative for us to meet here. We can try to contact her and arrange another meeting point."
>Other

>>5790196
Done

>>5790257
>>"The Empire's reach is vast, and we can't stay here indefinitely. As soon as Master Reus arrives I am planning to leave. I would be more than happy if you also join us."
I think disappearing asap is imperative, maybe on some planet that the remants of the CIS hold or a world they recently lost the Empire? It would be very easy to blend into the population

>>5790257
>"The Empire's reach is vast, and we can't stay here indefinitely. As soon as Master Reus arrives I am planning to leave. I would be more than happy if you also join us."

ADVENTURE AWAITS!

>>5790257
>>"The Empire's reach is vast, and we can't stay here indefinitely. As soon as Master Reus arrives I am planning to leave. I would be more than happy if you also join us."

"The Empire's reach is vast, and we can't stay here indefinitely," Kessarion said earnestly. "As soon as Master Reus arrives, I am planning to leave. I would be more than happy if you also join us."

Mariada's eyebrows lifted slightly, her surprise evident, but it quickly morphed into contemplation. Her eyes darted to the distant horizon visible through the window, perhaps pondering her own future in this ever-changing galaxy.

After a lingering pause, she met Kessarion's gaze and nodded. "You've shown me trust and kindness, Kessarion," she replied, her voice soft but firm. "I believe our paths are intertwined for a reason. If you'll have me, I'll join you." Kessarion shrugged slightly, his gaze distant. "The Force moves in mysterious ways," he mused. They shared a quiet moment, both seemingly reflecting on their shared journey thus far and the unpredictable path ahead. The evening's golden hue deepened as the sun inched closer to the horizon, casting elongated shadows in the room.

The sound of soft footsteps brought them back to the present. Lord, the protocol droid, approached with a grace that almost belied his mechanical nature. "Pardon the intrusion, Master Galat, Lady Mariada," he began in his polished tone. "But there's a message for you. It's from the Most Noble Mistress Reus."

Lord's polished facade shimmered under the ambient lighting of the room, his mechanical fingers expertly manipulating a small device which he then extended towards Kessarion. "The communication is a written message from the Most Noble Mistress Reus," he explained.

Kessarion took the device and read through the message silently, his face betraying no emotion as he absorbed its contents. After a moment, he handed it back to the droid, taking a deep breath. "Lord, store this communication securely. We may need to refer back to it."

"Of course, Master Galat," Lord responded, securing the device within his internal compartment.

Mariada shifted slightly, her curiosity evident. "What did Master Reus say?"

Kessarion met her gaze, a semblance of relief in his eyes. "She urges us to stay here at the mansion in Toprawa. She assures that this location remains secure and wants us to await her arrival."

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>>5790764
Mariada looked perplexed for a moment, eyebrows knitting together. "Kessarion," she began, her tone a mix of confusion and intrigue, "when did you contact Master Reus? Was this some Jedi communication thing I'm not aware of?"

Before he could elaborate, the room's door slid open, revealing the imposing yet elegant figure of Lorrha. She stepped in, her deep blue eyes taking in the scene before letting out a series of low growls and purrs. Kessarion translated for Mariada's benefit. "Lorrha says it would be a welcome change to spend some time here on Toprawa without constantly looking over our shoulders. She holds Master Reus in high regard and believes waiting for her guidance is wise."

Mariada nodded, a smile touching her lips as she looked up at Lorrha. "I hope to meet her soon and understand this reverence firsthand."

Lord, ensuring clarity, interjected, "I'd like to mention, for the sake of transparency, that although the channel used for the message wasn't one previously identified with Master Reus, all cybersecurity measures indicate its authenticity and that it was indeed sent by her. But of course as a protocol droid I am not an expert in this kind of matters. Well... I am a little bit, but I feel inclined to state the obvious disclaimer."

Lorrha growled softly, which Kessarion again translated, "She says, 'In Master Reus, we trust.'

The room was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation, mixed with the rare feeling of temporary security.

>Kessarion acknowledges the sentiment in the room and says, "Lorrha, your trust in Master Reus mirrors mine. Perhaps a brief respite here is indeed what we need. We'll remain here and await her arrival."

>Kessarion's face clouds with a hint of worry. "While I respect Master Reus greatly, something doesn't sit right with me about this message. Perhaps, for our safety, it's best we relocate and establish a new base."

>"We need to ascertain the validity of that message without making a move, even though it could take a while. We shouldn't leave any stone unturned. Mariada, let's use every technological tool we have at our disposal to attempt contact with Master Reus. Simultaneously, I'll reach out through the Force.

>Other

>>5790780
> "We need to ascertain the validity of that message without making a move, even though it could take a while. We shouldn't leave any stone unturned. Mariada, let's use every technological tool we have at our disposal to attempt contact with Master Reus. Simultaneously, I'll reach out through the Force.

Just keep our tracks hidden. Make sure our message isn't tracked by the Imperials - or, conversely, make sure our message is inconspicuous enough that nobody can prove we're Jedis based on the message alone.

>>5790780
>>Kessarion's face clouds with a hint of worry. "While I respect Master Reus greatly, something doesn't sit right with me about this message. Perhaps, for our safety, it's best we relocate and establish a new base."

>>5790780
> "We need to ascertain the validity of that message without making a move, even though it could take a while. We shouldn't leave any stone unturned. Mariada, let's use every technological tool we have at our disposal to attempt contact with Master Reus. Simultaneously, I'll reach out through the Force.

Never hurts to be certain in these Dark Times.

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"We need to ascertain the validity of that message without making a move, even though it could take a while. We shouldn't leave any stone unturned. Mariada, let's use every technological tool we have at our disposal to attempt contact with Master Reus. Simultaneously, I'll reach out through the Force."

Mariada nodded, swiftly pulling up several holographic interfaces and beginning her work. Her fingers danced over the controls, sending out encrypted signals and scanning various communication channels for any hint of Master Reus.

Meanwhile, Kessarion moved to a quiet corner of the room. Sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the depths of the Force. The vast web of connections, emotions, and energies became clearer as he focused, searching for the unique signature of his esteemed former master.

As moments turned into minutes and minutes into hours, Mariada's expression grew increasingly frustrated. "Every communication channel I've accessed is silent. There's no word from Master Reus technologically. It's like she's off the grid entirely," she said, bafflement evident in her voice.


Kessarion, opening his eyes slowly, looked contemplative. "Through the Force, I sensed her. Her presence isn't distant. She doesn't appear to be in any danger."

Before they could delve further into their findings, Lord's voice interrupted the heavy atmosphere of the room, "Master Galat, Lady Mariada, there is urgent news. A Venator-class Republic Star Destroyer has been reported to approach Serenno. However, there are no current reports of ships heading towards Toprawa."

Mariada's eyes widened, and she exchanged a worried glance with Kessarion. The presence of a Venator-class ship, especially one nearing Serenno, was concerning. They had to tread carefully.

>"We'll stay hidden here in the mansion on Toprawa, away from prying eyes. We'll keep a low profile, make no outward moves, and patiently wait for Master Reus. All the while, we'll monitor the situation in Serenno from a distance, ensuring we're updated on every development."

>"Given the situation, it might be wise to get in touch with my family. My cousin Serrin and other family members could provide crucial information and perhaps even assistance. While we stay in the mansion, I'll attempt to communicate with them."

>"With a Republic Star Destroyer so close, lingering here might be dangerous. We should pack our essentials and evacuate the mansion immediately. Better to be on the move than to wait for potential danger to knock on our door."

>Other

>>5792157
>>"With a Republic Star Destroyer so close, lingering here might be dangerous. We should pack our essentials and evacuate the mansion immediately. Better to be on the move than to wait for potential danger to knock on our door."

>>5792157
> "With a Republic Star Destroyer so close, lingering here might be dangerous. We should pack our essentials and evacuate the mansion immediately. Better to be on the move than to wait for potential danger to knock on our door."

... we don't even know what Reus is trying to do, and if the message is actually legit then we can always return to the mansion. But if the info (or Reus herself) is compromised then staying here is to serve our own heads to Palpatine on a silver platter.

>>5792157
> "With a Republic Star Destroyer so close, lingering here might be dangerous. We should pack our essentials and evacuate the mansion immediately. Better to be on the move than to wait for potential danger to knock on our door."

>Remain at the Manse
Jedi are to give up worldly attachments, so the property likely isn't listed within the archives as belonging to Master Reus. That just leaves local records, which our cousin can help with. As long as he doesn't sell us out, we're golden.
>Have Mariada prep & provision our ships for a quick getaway should the need arise.
If the ship starts heading towards Toprawa we'll leave immediately, but Serenno is likely an ordinary stop, or simple gunboat diplomacy to be sure the planet recognizes the new regime.

>>5792970
Backing this.

My paranoia is telling me she up and joined the dark side and is now running that ship, but my optimism is telling me she somehow managed to either convert or kill the crew. I just hope my optimism wins out.

Very well could have stowed away

>Sorry for the delay boys.

Kessarion's expression solidified into a determined visage, his voice carrying a sharp, commanding edge. "Pack your essentials. We need to move. Now."

Mariada and Lorrha didn’t hesitate, their trust in Kessarion unshakable. Mariada secured various gadgets and documents into a sleek, durable case while Lorrha gently strapped her yellow-crystal lightsaber to her side. Kessarion too gathered his belongings, his mind weaving through the various escape routes they could take.

Minutes later, they congregated in the mansion's grand hall, eyes locking with a silent agreement that lingered in the space between them. The future was uncertain, but they were united.

Kessarion's eyes met the polished exterior of Lord, the droid's aristocratic demeanor unwavering even in the face of their precarious situation. "Lord," Kessarion spoke gently yet firmly. "Your expertise, your knowledge, they are invaluable. I understand your commitment to the structures of the past, but right now, we walk a path shrouded in uncertainty. We need you, not just as a repository of information, but as an ally, as a comrade." Lord paused, his mechanical eyes reflecting the soft light of the room. With a subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, he acknowledged Kessarion's words, the unspoken understanding between man and machine forging an alliance amidst the chaos unraveling around them. "Your plea has been acknowledged, Master Galat," Lord responded, the dignified cadence of his voice carrying a newfound resonance, "I shall accompany you, ensuring that decorum and data are preserved in these trying times...but I must emphasize the risks involved in moving without adequate intel."

Kessarion placed a reassuring hand on the droid's metallic shoulder. "I understand, Lord. But staying might present an even greater risk." Lord simply replied, " I’m ready for evacuation. I have uploaded all relevant data from the mansion’s systems to my internal storage."

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>>5794278
The group moved with calculated swiftness through the winding corridors of the mansion, navigating towards the concealed hangar where "The Honorbound," a sleek Luxury Yacht 3000 model starship, lay dormant yet ready.

Kessarion, leading the way, allowed a brief moment of pause as they boarded the vessel, his fingers gently tracing the cool metal of the ship. It was a beacon of past luxuries, now to be a vessel of their survival and hope.

"The Honorbound" came to life with a low, reassuring hum, the engines stirring from slumber as Mariada engaged the ship's systems. Her fingers danced across the controls with a skilled elegance, every motion a well-rehearsed ballet, ensuring their departure was as smooth and unnoticed as possible.

As they settled into the ship, Lord, with an air of pride interjected, "It may be of interest to note that 'The Honorbound' is registered under my designation." Seeing the quizzical looks exchanged between the group, he elaborated, "Count Dooku once made certain arrangements, providing me with an actual-fake ID, allowing me, a mere droid, to own property and travel unhindered between systems, even in Republic space. It was one of his many contingencies to ensure his affairs ran smoothly, even in his absence."

The ship ascended gently, cloaked by the dark tapestry of the Toprawa night. Kessarion stood, gaze affixed on the diminishing sight of the mansion below, a myriad of emotions swirling within the depths of his being. Beside him, Lorrha emitted a low, contemplative growl, her eyes reflecting both determination and an unspoken understanding of the gravitas of their journey ahead.

As "The Honorbound" broke through the planet's atmosphere, transitioning into the infinite expanse of space, the team gathered in the central cabin. The stars beyond offered a deceptive calm, each twinkle a distant world, with potentials and dangers unknown.

>Stay in-flight within the current sector, utilizing "The Honorbound" as a mobile base of operations. Utilize its advanced sensor arrays to covertly monitor the situation on Toprawa and in the surrounding systems.
>Chart a course to a nearby Outer Rim sector, finding a remote and unassuming planet to lay low on. Utilize the time to regroup, gather intelligence, marshal resources, and perhaps even make some new, useful contacts in the outskirts, all while staying off the main grid.
>Utilize Lord’s unique credentials to navigate "The Honorbound" into the Core Republic space. Reach out to old allies and acquaintances, seeking shelter, assistance, or intelligence that could provide some clarity on the ongoing events.
>Steer the ship towards Serenno, maintaining utmost discretion. From a safe distance, observe the situation, gather data, and perhaps find out what transpired to prompt the presence of the Republic Star Destroyer.
>Other

>>5794285
> Stay in-flight within the current sector, utilizing "The Honorbound" as a mobile base of operations. Utilize its advanced sensor arrays to covertly monitor the situation on Toprawa and in the surrounding systems.
Also gather data on what the hell's going on in Serenno.

>>5794285
>>Chart a course to a nearby Outer Rim sector, finding a remote and unassuming planet to lay low on. Utilize the time to regroup, gather intelligence, marshal resources, and perhaps even make some new, useful contacts in the outskirts, all while staying off the main grid.

>Stay in-flight
Hopefully we're simply being over cautious & Master Reus will arrive soon none the worse for wear.

The vessel, camouflaged against the cosmic ballet of distant stars and nebulas, silently drifted through the void. Inside, the atmosphere was one of cautious vigilance, each member of the team applying their skills to keep the ship undetected while accruing vital information.

Lord's voice, fraught with concern, pierced the silence. "Reports from Serenno are distressing." A frenzied communication feed from Serenno flickered into coherence on one of the screens, transmitting visuals of a Republic Star Destroyer ominously descending into the planet's atmosphere, its shadow creeping across one of the sprawling metropolises below. " It seems like utter chaos down there – communications between military officials, aristocrats, and politicians are in complete disarray. It's as if the Republic's...ehm Empire's presence has thrown the planetary order into pandemonium."

Before they could process the disturbing news, a distinct, urgent chirp emanated from Lorrha's private communication device. The Wookiee’s eyes, usually calm and steady, widened with immediate concern. As the message began to play, Lorrha’s growls conveyed a mix of surprise and worry, her towering form tense. It was a short-wave message, coming from a nearby planet, and this proximity allowed it to reach Lorrha's comm device.

Kessarion, pivoting towards her, asked, "Lorrha, what is it?"

As the message played aloud, a fractured, desperate voice pierced through: "This is Padawan Erinth Fey'lya, broadcasting a distress signal from Sorrus. I am stranded and in urgent need of assistance. To anyone receiving this, please help."The message looped, the Bothan’s voice echoing through "The Honorbound", adding a new layer of urgency to their already precarious situation.

Lorrha communicated through a series of deliberate growls and roars, which Kessarion translated for Mariada, "Erinth is an old friend from our days as Younglings at the Jedi Temple. It's been years since we last spoke, but a distress call like this...he must be in grave danger."

Kessarion glanced between Mariada and Lorrha, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. His voice, when it came, was steady, despite the storm of thoughts within. "We need to make a decision - and quickly."

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>>5795003

>Kessarion decides to keep "The Honorbound" distanced but within the sector, attempting to establish secure communication lines with his cousin or any other family members on Serenno.

>Images of friends and family from his childhood pass through Kessarion's eyes, and he decides he must go to Serenno. The image of Zephyra, a childhood friend whose path once closely entwined with his own, lingers hauntingly. Kessarion chooses to guide "The Honorbound" to Serenno, to be on the ground, to figure out what is going on and fight alongside if necessary, and to protect his people and his past, even in the face of daunting odds.

>Kessarion, feeling the Jedi code resonate deeply within him and prioritizing the plight of a fellow Jedi, decides to plot a fast course to the nearby Sorrus, aiming to provide immediate aid to Erinth Fey’lya, the stranded Padawan.

>Kessarion is torn but opts for a daring, dual path. He decides to use one of "The Honorbound’s" escape pods to descend to Serenno covertly, while Lorrha and others, utilizing the starship, hasten to Sorrus to rescue Erinth.

>Kessarion considers the value of patience and prudence. He decides that, for the moment, the best course of action is to do nothing at all. Keeping "The Honorbound" stationary, they remain hidden within the vastness of space, utilizing the ship's stealth capacities to the fullest. This period of inactivity is used to assess, reflect, and gather more information, ensuring that any future move is well-calculated and informed without any risks to their survival.

>Other

>>5795012
>>Kessarion, feeling the Jedi code resonate deeply within him and prioritizing the plight of a fellow Jedi, decides to plot a fast course to the nearby Sorrus, aiming to provide immediate aid to Erinth Fey’lya, the stranded Padawan.
Pretty sure its a trap but yolo. Also us being on Serenno could make the situation worse.

>>5795012
> Kessarion considers the value of patience and prudence. He decides that, for the moment, the best course of action is to do nothing at all. Keeping "The Honorbound" stationary, they remain hidden within the vastness of space, utilizing the ship's stealth capacities to the fullest. This period of inactivity is used to assess, reflect, and gather more information, ensuring that any future move is well-calculated and informed without any risks to their survival.

If we have any means to contact Erith Fey'lya through the force, do it now.

>>5795012
>>Kessarion considers the value of patience and prudence. He decides that, for the moment, the best course of action is to do nothing at all. Keeping "The Honorbound" stationary, they remain hidden within the vastness of space, utilizing the ship's stealth capacities to the fullest. This period of inactivity is used to assess, reflect, and gather more information, ensuring that any future move is well-calculated and informed without any risks to their survival.

Considering that we left a junker & Lorrha's ship on Toprawa, take an escape pod down & then pilot whichever is faster to Sorrus to rescue the padawan. Lorrha, Lord, & Mariada will continue to remain in-system, monitoring the situation & awaiting comms from Master Reus. Have them stop at a certain coordinate point in space once every two days so that we can reconvene without comms or getting close to a planet. We'll remember the coordinates to prevent them falling into Imperial hands, & have Mariada wipe all metadata from the escape pod, with a trajectory somewhere close to the manse but still within the wilderness to be safe.

All that said,
>Kessarion will rescue the Padawan on his own while the others continue to remain in-flight, exercising all caution.

Love the involved comments! Gonna update once we get a majority.

>>5795549
Changing >>5795018 to >>5795109

In the vacuum of space, "The Honorbound" floated unassumingly, all systems minimized to prevent detection, veiled in a solitude that mirrored the deep, silent abyss around them. The decision to wait and observe, to exercise restraint, set a somber and contemplative mood upon the ship.

Mariada, ever the pragmatic one, agreed with Kessarion's choice without contention, finding a strange comfort in the stillness that surrounded them. Her fingers danced gracefully over the control panels, ensuring their systems remained as silent as the void outside, while her mind found peace in the quietude.

The reaction from Lorrha, however, was palpably different. A growl of restrained frustration emanated from the Wookiee, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anxiety and unspoken recrimination as she gazed at Kessarion. Her broad, hirsute arms crossed defiantly over her chest, the memories of shared camaraderie with Erinth on her mind. A tension lingered, coiling in the air like an invisible serpent, the usually warm and understanding connection between master and padawan now tinted with a cool distance.

As Kessarion meditated, he could not shake the lingering images of his family, his people, and Zephyra – all potentially engulfed by the unseen chaos below. His mind sought them through the force, but like trying to discern a whisper in a storm, he could find no certainty, no clear signals of their fates. He was jolted out of his reverie by Lord's crisp voice. "Master Galat, I must inform you that all communication channels from Serenno have gone dark. Additionally, there seems to be a noticeable cessation in traffic around the planet."

“Master,” Lorrha growled, standing with arms crossed over her broad chest, her gaze holding an accusation, “We are Jedi. We act, we save, we don’t cower in the dark.”Kessarion looked up, locking eyes with his padawan, “Lorrha, prudence is not the same as cowardice. We must pick our battles, especially when the outcome could jeopardize us all.”

The Wookiee seemed unsatisfied with his answer, a low, mournful howl emitting from her, expressing more than words could. It was a tense silence that hung between them before Lorrha quietly retreated to her quarters.

The silent vigil continued, the weight of isolation pressing down on the crew of "The Honorbound." Days turned to nights, and nights to days, but space remained a vast, unchanging expanse. The distress transmission from Sorrus ceased, its silence haunting Lorrha's every moment.

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>>5796533
A sudden burst of static sliced through the dense silence. After days enveloped in an impenetrable communication void, signals and transmissions from Serenno began to flood their systems.

Lord, swift in response, began to filter through the information, a metallic somberness to his movements. Moments later, his calm, emotionless voice broke the heavy air, “It appears that communications from Serenno have been restored. But...the news is grave.”

The crew, startled by the unexpected update, gathered around the droid, their faces reflecting a mixture of relief and impending dread.

“Orbital bombings… the Empire has conducted a widespread assault on Serenno, reducing many of its populous capitals to mere rubble and disarray," Lord continued, sharing the devastating images flashing across the various communication channels.

A haunting silence descended upon "The Honorbound" as the ghastly images of once-proud cities, now shattered and ablaze, filled the display screens. Kessarion, his eyes fixed on the scenes of destruction, felt a shiver of darkness run through him. His heart tightened, as if gripped by an unseen hand, and his connection to the Force dimmed, clouded by a torrent of grief and shock. Memories flashed before his eyes – laughter, friendships, faces of those he held dear, all now enshrouded in a shadow of despair and uncertainty.

Mariada placed a gentle, yet trembling, hand on Kessarion's shoulder. Lorrha, despite her earlier tension with Kessarion, growled softly, a mournful, empathetic sound that spoke to the shared sorrow among them.

Lord's voice cut through the solemn silence that enveloped the room, "I must stress the urgency of our departure. The Empire is conducting strict patrols and searches amidst the chaos, with numerous refugee crafts attempting to flee Serenno and its system. Our current position is untenable; remaining here poses an unacceptable risk. Immediate action to vacate this sector is imperative."

>Have Kessarion chart a course to a nearby Outer Rim sector where they could lay low and hide for a while.
>Have Kessarion chart a course to the Core Worlds. It could be risky but these parts of space holds more promise to find allies, resources and perhaps surviving Jedis.
>Have Kessarion order Lord to navigate the Honorbound as further away from governmental forces as possible, ration their resources on board and continue hiding in the darkness of space.
>Kessarion, feeling overwhelmed by loss, decides to retreat to his quarters to find solace in meditation and tells the others to course a route to wherever they feel like going.
>Have Kessarion chart a course to Sorrus to investigate the distress signal, even though it has been quiet for some time now.
>Kessarion thinks about the Dantooine message. What if it was real? There could be surviving Jedi, organizing a resistance there that they could join. He sets a course to Dantooine.
>Other

>>5796563
Well there's not much we could have done against a Star Destroyer, likely would have made is worse. If we can get the Star Destroyer to chase us we can allow the civilians to flee.

>Shoot the rear of the Star Destroyer and flee when it begins to chase us

>>5796563
>Have Kessarion chart a course to Sorrus to investigate the distress signal, even though it has been quiet for some time now.

>>5796563
>Have Kessarion chart a course to Sorrus to investigate the distress signal, even though it has been quiet for some time now.
We've done literally nothing meaningful for too long. Come on guys.

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"The Honorbound" hummed smoothly as Kessarion, his face a stoic mask, activated the navicomputer, setting a course for the remote world of Sorrus. His fingers lingered on the control panel for a moment before he finally initiated the jump to hyperspace.

The sudden tranquility inside the ship was sharply cut by Lorrha's vociferous growl, her eyes flashing as she locked onto Kessarion, "We might have arrived in time had we not lingered in indecision!" Her voice, though untranslatable to most, carried a palpable anguish, which Kessarion absorbed without rebuttal.

A serene yet melancholic silence enveloped them as they navigated through the cosmic currents of hyperspace. The journey to Sorrus was short, less than a standard cycle, but it felt like an eternity, suspended amidst the stars. As the ship shifted from the azure hues of hyperspace to the stark, sandy expanses of Sorrus below, a subdued tension lingered. Deserts, as far as the eye could see, sprawled out beneath them, an almost tangible stillness settling over the landscape.

Lord, his visual receptors flickering with analyzed data, broke the quietude, “The last known location of Erinth’s distress signal originates from one of the largest deserts near the planetary equator. It’s imperative to note, that Sorrusians are notoriously xenophobic and isolationist. Our presence here will not be welcomed."

Despite Lord's words, as the vessel hovered above the tempestuous sands, both Lorrha and Kessarion were fixated on the mission at hand: finding Erinth Fey’lya. Lorrha, eyes closed, reached out through the Force, seeking the familiar presence of her friend amidst the swirling sandstorms below. Her brow furrowed in concentration, absorbing the ambient emotions and energies enveloping the desert landscape.

Kessarion attempted the same, hoping to lend his abilities to the search, but was met with that same, unnerving void that had haunted him since Serenno. His connection to the Force was stifled, muted, as though he was trying to hear a whisper through a wall of thick, impenetrable glass.

"Erinth is here...or was here, recently," Lorrha announced, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes still tightly shut. "But something is not right; it's like his presence is smeared across the sands, scattered by the winds."

As the ship lowered, stabilizing just above the cascading dunes, the crew steeled themselves for whatever lay ahead.

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>>5796876
A veil of melancholy hung heavily over Kessarion and Lorrha as they stepped down onto the scorching sands of Sorrus, the desolate expanse stretching out infinitely before them. They left Lord and Mariada behind at "The Honorbound", the ship serving as their sole beacon in the boundless desert.

Their journey was silent, the only sounds accompanying them were the rustling of the coarse sand beneath their feet and the faint, dry wind that whispered tales of solitude and ancient secrets. Kessarion's hands tightened subtly around his robe, his senses keenly attuned to their environment, albeit his connection to the Force remaining inexplicably stifled. Lorrha also didn't like sand. It was irritating and getting everywhere on her fur.

After a brief trek, they stumbled upon a site that bore the scars of a recent altercation. The once-pristine sands were marred by scorch marks, fragments of equipment, and a broken speederbike strewn carelessly across the clearing.

Lorrha closed her eyes and reached the desolation before her with the Force, unearthing a partially buried lightsaber amidst the chaos, its hilt peeking through the sand. As she lifted it, recognizing it as Erinth’s, her guttural wail pierced through the silent desert, echoing off the distant dunes in a mournful melody.

Before Kessarion could react the sand beneath them subtly began to shift.

And then, with a primeval roar, an immense, centipede-like creature surged forth from the sinkhole, its numerous, serrated legs clawing at the air as it propelled itself upwards. Its exoskeleton gleamed ominously under the harsh Sorrus sun, casting an eerie shadow upon the sand as it reared, turning its malevolent eyes towards the two Jedi. The creature's hard exoskeleton showed marks of lightsaber strikes. Both Kessarion and Lorrha immediately identified the creature as a wild predator.

Both master and padawan, despite their previous ordeal, poised themselves, unified by a silent resolve as they faced the emerging monstrosity, the future as uncertain and shifting as the sands beneath their feet.

>Kessarion ignites his lightsaber and tells Lorrha to run for the ship while he covers for her.
>Kessarion ignites his lightsaber and positions himself in one of the combat stances they are used to with Lorrha. Then the padawan also ignites her yellow lightsaber and stands in position. Both wait for the perfect opportunity to attack the monstrosity.
>Kessarion tells Lorrha to stay calm and slowly back away in a defensive way. He sends a distress signal to the ship and hope that the ship will pick them up before the creature have the courage to attack.
>Kessarion positions himself in front of the creature and tries to reach the Force to temporarily calm it down or pacify it in a trance.
>Kessarion, after seeing the lightsaber marks, remembers all the loss he had suffered. He couldn't avenge the Order by killing the killer clones but he could avenge Erinth.
>Other

>>5796913
>Kessarion ignites his lightsaber and positions himself in one of the combat stances they are used to with Lorrha. Then the padawan also ignites her yellow lightsaber and stands in position. Both wait for the perfect opportunity to attack the monstrosity.

Team work makes the dream work.

>>5796913
>>Kessarion ignites his lightsaber and positions himself in one of the combat stances they are used to with Lorrha. Then the padawan also ignites her yellow lightsaber and stands in position. Both wait for the perfect opportunity to attack the monstrosity.

Options 2 + 4:
>Kessarion & Lorrha ignite their lightsabers & prepare to fight as a team, while both using the Force to pacify the creature.

I wish my write-in had won, we could have rescued the padawan. Master Reus may be at Toprawa by now, & we need to go back to Serenno for our cousin, other relatives, Zephyra, & perhaps even Reus. That said, there wasn't much we could have done against a partial base-delta-zero. We should keep in mind the two ships left at the manse, & take the padawan's lightsaber. Let's use our failures to motivate us to rescue as many allies as we can.

>>5796913
Supporting >>5797475.

The stark contrast of the ignited blades against the endless expanse of sand was almost poetic. Kessarion's blue hue mirrored the vast sky above, while Lorrha's yellow blade shone with a light reminiscent of Sorrus's intense sun. The two Jedi stood united, a symbol of hope and determination amidst the desolation.

Attempting to harness the Force, the two reached out in an effort to pacify the creature. Lorrha, with her naturally empathetic nature, tried to connect with the beast, to understand its motives, to soothe its agitation. For a fleeting moment, the creature hesitated, its countless eyes flickering with uncertainty as if pondering the sensations it was experiencing.

However, Kessarion, perhaps due to the lingering weight of his grief and the dissonance he felt with the Force, unintentionally sent a more aggressive, forceful ripple. This jolted the creature, its momentary calm replaced with heightened agitation. The monstrosity, feeling threatened, lashed out, its gigantic legs swiping menacingly at the duo.

Seamlessly transitioning into combat mode, Kessarion and Lorrha executed synchronized movements and techniques, their years of training evident. They ducked, rolled, and leaped, avoiding the creature's legs and attempting to find an opening in its defenses. As they struck its exoskeleton with their lightsabers, they quickly realized the futility of their efforts. The creature's armor was almost impervious, deflecting their blows and rendering their attacks ineffective. They needed to strike deeper, much deeper and that would take more time than their current hit and run tactics.

As the fight wore on, it was clear the creature had the upper hand. The relentless desert sun and the sheer physicality of their opponent began to wear them down. With every powerful strike from the creature, they were pushed further back, their defenses weakening.

>Kessarion tells Lorrha to scale the creature's back, hoping to find a vulnerable spot, while Kessarion continued to engage it from the front, diverting its attention.
>Try to call the ship and ask for a help.
>Try to jump on one of the creature's legs to climb on its back and find a weak spot while Lorrha draws its attention.
>Disengage the creature and start running towards the ship with Lorrha.
>Continue the current attack and evade tactics until the creature is tired or gets disinterested.
>Other

>>5797845
>>Kessarion tells Lorrha to scale the creature's back, hoping to find a vulnerable spot, while Kessarion continued to engage it from the front, diverting its attention.

>>5797845
>Kessarion tells Lorrha to scale the creature's back, hoping to find a vulnerable spot, while Kessarion continued to engage it from the front, diverting its attention.

Kessarion tells Lorrha to scale the creature's back, hoping to find a vulnerable spot, while Kessarion continued to engage it from the front, diverting its attention.

The massive creature loomed over Kessarion, its movements terrifyingly swift for its size, creating a dance of shadows on the sand beneath it. The duel was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, with Kessarion using all his training and the Force to keep the creature's aggression focused solely on him. The beast's gargantuan limbs pound the sand, causing miniature sandstorms with each swipe. The Jedi Master's blue lightsaber dances around, a mesmerizing display of skill against the dark silhouette of the centipede-like behemoth.

Lorrha, with her towering frame, moved with surprising agility, using the creature's many legs as stepping stones. Her wookiee strength and agility were evident as she deftly climbed, dodging the creature's attempts to shake her off or ensnare her with its appendages.

Kessarion, meanwhile, was feeling the weight of his duel with the creature. The desert sun beat down mercilessly on him, draining his stamina further. As the minutes wore on, his defenses began to falter, the creature's relentless attacks finding more openings.

With a triumphant roar, Lorrha reached the top. Every step was precise, every move calculated, as she used the Force to maintain her balance on the undulating and writhing surface.

Without warning, the creature's mouth opened wide, releasing a jet of noxious green acid directly at Kessarion. The Sith's reflexes, already slowed by exhaustion, betrayed him. He attempted to evade the stream but tripped, falling to the ground. The acid hit its mark, drenching his back and especially his legs. The searing pain was immediate, the chemical burn eating through his robes and into his skin. A gut-wrenching scream escaped his lips as he felt his consciousness wavering, the edges of his vision going dark. Lorrha, sensing her master's distress through the Force, let out a deafening wookiee roar, a mix of anger and desperation.

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>>5798183
The scalding pain and encroaching darkness threatened to consume Kessarion, but the last image that imprinted upon his retreating consciousness was the brilliant glow of yellow and blue lightsabers slicing through the air and into the creature's thick-skinned head.

Lorrha, with unmatched precision and clarity, had positioned herself just above a vulnerable opening on the creature's neck. With her own yellow lightsaber in one hand and Erinth's blue one in the other, she looked like a Force-wielder of legend. Time seemed to slow as she expertly manipulated the dual blades, piercing the weak spot on the creature's exoskeleton with a series of swift, powerful strikes. Her movements were fluid, her concentration absolute, each strike driven by the Force and her profound determination to protect her master. She was one with the Force.

With a final, resonating thrum, Lorrha drove the lightsabers deep, effectively severing the vital connections in the creature's anatomy. The massive centipede-like monstrosity let out a final, anguished sound before collapsing onto the desert sands. The impact created a massive cloud of dust and sand.

As the dust settled, Lorrha stood victorious, panting heavily with her dual lightsabers still ignited, the slain creature's form stretching out vast and still behind her. The desert, once filled with the sounds of combat, was now eerily quiet save for the soft whistling of the wind.

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>>5798191
Kessarion found himself floating in an endless expanse, his senses muddled and distorted. Sometimes he felt submerged, the sensation of water encasing his body, the muted sounds of distant bubbles, the temperature cooler and more encompassing than any atmosphere he’d known. It felt like the deep recesses of an ocean, but not quite. It was something in between—both familiar and alien.

Suddenly, his vision cleared, revealing a vast chamber populated by a horde of centipedes, their countless legs skittering across the floor. They wriggled and twisted, their dark, segmented bodies eerily illuminated by an unseen source. The sight was unsettling, and he could feel the weight of their countless eyes upon him.

Without warning, the scene shifted, and he found himself encased in a colossal hourglass. Sand cascaded down rapidly from the top, surrounding him, threatening to bury him. The ceaseless flow of the sand felt suffocating, every grain another moment slipping away, another memory, another missed opportunity.

From below, a faint and distant call echoed upwards. Each word was muffled by the shifting sands, but the tone was unmistakable—pleading, desperate. An overwhelming sensation of guilt washed over Kessarion. There was a familiar essence to the voice, someone he had failed, someone he felt deep remorse for not saving.

As he considered diving deep into the sand to reach the source, the dream's rhythm accelerated, the pressure building. Panic surged through him, making his heart race. The very idea of plunging deeper became terrifying, oppressive. An innate, primal part of him yearned to ascend, to break free, to not be consumed by the suffocating weight of the past.

>Kessarion feels an irresistible pull towards the depths of the hourglass. Rather than resisting, he chooses to surrender to the flow, letting the sands envelop him. There's a serenity in acceptance, a strange comfort in the inevitability. As he dives deeper, the weight of the sand around him grows heavier, pressing down on him from all sides. But there's determination in his movements, a resolve to reach the source of the call, no matter the cost.

>An instinctual surge of panic pushes Kessarion to fight, to not be buried beneath the weight of the past and its regrets. He kicks and thrashes, using every ounce of strength and will to stay above the relentless onslaught of sand. As he battles, the distant plea becomes fainter and fainter, a fading echo of something lost. But Kessarion remains resolute, prioritizing his immediate survival, the hope of a new dawn, and the possibility of a future free from the shackles of guilt.

>>5798183
>The Sith's reflexes

Ooops, that would be The Jedi's

>>5798212
Fuggg, hard choice here. Nice art, btw.

Pussy half-assed option to use the Force to reach whoever is calling to him?
Nah, to the Corellian Hells with it,
>Kessarion feels an irresistable pull...