PUBLIC Death in the... Family? [Open to all Jedi]

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  1. Corin

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    The Temple had seen better days.

    To be fair, so had the whole of Dantooine. Some of its older inhabitants likely remembered a time before the planet descended into a state of lawlessness. Before the arrival of interstellar crime syndicates, rogue Sith cultists, and all manner of cutthroats that only saw a planet ready to be despoiled. A planet like Dantooine was flush with sprawling forests home to millions of creatures. The Jedi saw it for its beauty. An organization like the Black Sun saw it as something to be harvested, to suck it dry of its resources until it resembled a lifeless rock.

    Planets in the Outer Rim were the first to suffer. The Core Worlds fell under the protection of large-scale galactic governments. The Mid Rim enjoyed Order brought about by an amalgamation of smaller powers, both good and bad, that saw the opportunity presented before them. A chance to gobble up territory. To grow, to become a major player in the great galactic game right before it was ready to truly begin.

    Before Pietas Station, the galaxy knew hope. But peace, much like glass, was easy to shatter and much more difficult to fix.

    Corin couldn't help but scowl at the sight of the Temple. It resembled everything else in the galaxy. In need of repair, plundered for all it was worth and forgotten by those who once marveled at its beauty. Dust covered every surface. Chunks of masonry were piled up in the corner, likely by the first waves of looters. With nothing left to take, those who came next could only take out their life's frustrations on what was directly in reach.

    This place. A home. Somewhere to learn, to grow.

    "This won't do," he muttered.

    He strode through the halls, nudging aside bits of rubble as he went. Thin beams of light pierced a makeshift wall forged of larger chunks of stone. Two bodies lay across from one another, neither moving. A quick glance told the Sentinel all he needed to know. They were dead men, together in their final moments. Terribly scarred flesh and black marking across one's skull showed a clean kill, one brought about by themselves. The other had a similar wound right between the eyes.

    "Mercy killing, maybe?" Corin mused. "Followed by a suicide?"

    His gaze shifted from the bodies to the crumbling wall. The stones were fitted together well, likely by someone who knew what they were doing. Someone with military experience.

    "What were you two hiding from?" he asked aloud.

    Neither of the bodies answered. No surprise there.

    He sighed and thrust his hand out towards the wall. A powerful wave of telekinetic energy slammed into it, blowing it apart in the blink of an eye. Dust exploded into the air and rained down for nearly a minute. Corin covered his mouth and nose before marching out into the Temple courtyard. When the dust finally settled, he could practically feel his jaw hit the floor.

    "By the Force..."

    Dozens of bodies littered the courtyard, and unlike the last two, their corpses were anything but clean. Limbs were scattered about the clearing. Most of the bodies looked like wild beasts had been feeding on them for days by the spread of innards and entrails, but the wounds didn't match up. They were too clean. Too precise.

    "Of all the times to come home..." he murmured.

    A few days later...

    Thirty-two mounds of dirt lined the field outside of the Temple. Small markers were hammered into the dirt at the head of each grave. Some were marked with names scavenged from personal effects found on the bodies. Most of them lacked any identifying markers.

    Corin stared silently for what felt like hours at the makeshift cemetery he'd constructed. Fortunately, he didn't know any of the deceased, but it didn't make it easier to bury Jedi. Especially the young ones. Those who couldn't have defended themselves from whatever slaughtered the temple's inhabitants. Days of work and it was only the beginning. He needed answers, but more importantly, he needed to warn the others. People like him.

    That's why he put out the call.

    He found his way back to the courtyard and returned the shovel to a maintenance closet adjacent to what used to be a garden. Weeds had consumed whatever beauty it once held. He shook his head and took a seat against the wall, eyes on the skies.

    They would come.

    He hoped.
     
  2. Syala Daivik

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    For a short while Syala had sat rereading the message, doing her best to quell the sense of dread as it crept up on her. In the weeks previous she'd suffered nightmares nearly every night, that quiet foreboding following her to and from waking hours with a persistence that meant something more than another bad dream. But she'd thought it to be a warning for the future, not something that had already happened and was still actively happening. Thousands of implications lay behind the brief warning, one of them certain: it was imperative they all met, and quickly.

    Her arrival on Dantooine was as prompt as she was able to manage, and from the depths of space nothing appeared unwell or out of place. But looks could be deceiving, and she could already sense the death and sadness that awaited her below. Closing her eyes with a gentle sigh, she steeled herself for what was to come before maneuvering her ship to the Temple, landing several yards away, careful to avoid setting the vessel down on the sacred grounds. From the cockpit it was difficult to tell what had happened here, but messages like the one she'd received were never sent without good reason.

    Careful, slow steps carried her down the ramp, her approach almost meditative. She came to a stop in the makeshift graveyard, her head bowing and eyes closing as she reached out into the Force as if in prayer, wishing peace for those that were interred here far too soon. When her eyes opened they were damp with tears, her gaze not leaving the markers for a long while.

    When finally she managed to look away, it was to look over a building in ruins. Whoever had done this had been methodical, with little regard for life or the grounds which they walked. She could still sense the fear here, the abject terror that had encompassed the last moments of many of the Jedi that once walked these halls. It sickened her to imagine it, but those responsible were experienced in killing people like her. Like all of them.

    Once in the courtyard proper she easily found the man who had presumably put out the call, and without a word Syala sat beside him, offering nothing more than that silent camaraderie for a moment. Her voice was quiet when she did speak, so as not to disturb what peace he had managed to restore here. "I received your message. How long has it been?"
     
  3. Thalrisin jai Shaegol

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    Dantooine was a relic of history. The planet had seen it’s fair share of Jedi, Sith, Mandalorians, democratic crusaders, monarchial firebrands, and authoritarian renegades. The planet had seen the best and worst that the Galaxy had to offer, and it bore the scars for each and every last visit. There were holocrons that Thalrisin had come across during his travels that said the greatest of Legends had walked the trails here, let their fingers brush against the wild grains, listened to the barking of the rogue hounds, and plundered deep into the forgotten kyber mines. Names that would have shattered nations and hounded the bravest long into the night, names that in themselves were more myth than reality. But now? Dantooine was a backwater forgotten planet, something left to be regulated to the dustbin of history.

    At least, that was what the foolhardy would think of a world that boomed with the life of the Living Force as strongly as Dantooine did. From the moment his ship touched down upon it’s soil he was able to feel their presence in each and every last step he took. The same words that were mumbled out of the mouth of a weary and frightened Exile came out of the mouth of the Kaleesh when the dock-hand approached him to get the proper identification for his vessel. The same proud stride followed in his grace that was once carried by a Prodigal Knight as he exited the hanger and found himself on the outskirts of a small farming settlement. The same bright eyed wonder of a reborn Cathar truly looking on the Khoonda Plains for the first time since a lifetime of living on the planet.

    The world was quiet, simple in it’s existence, simple in it’s role in the Galaxy, welcoming to the good and the bad that would come it’s way, whether it be raiders or diplomats, but it screamed it’s history with every last blade of grass.

    The call that had brought him here had Thalrisin following in the footsteps of dozen, if not hundreds, shades of Jedi past. Youths and elders, aliens and humans, all shapes and sizes and creeds and kinds, smiling and passing stories between one another as they parted the tall-grasses on their pilgrimages. He found a comfort in following in their steps, listening to the tales long since forgotten play off of lips long since dead, as if they were just heading on their way to whatever class or instruction that their masters had planned for them. As if it was only just yesterday that this planet was the centerplace for the Jedi Order.

    Maybe leaving this world is why the Jedi grew so complacent, why the Dark Times were allowed to happen, maybe without this humble connection to nature and life in it’s most basic of facets allowed the Pietas Incident to happen.

    He wasn’t a Soothsayer, however, how was he supposed to know how things could have played out differently.

    The Kaleesh made no attempts to hide what he was. He may have worn shades of blue all along his body, carried a saber openly upon his hip, and by all disposition seemed to be the Jedi-like-paladin that would be expected of someone like him. But below his war-mask, hanging around his neck, was a simple silver pendant clanging against his neck with each and every step he took. An archaic sunray emblem, the blazon of the ancient Sith Lords.

    The spirits led him over hills, past caves, and prides of kath hounds, with the occasional farming house with some sentient tending the fields. Eventually, they simply patterned off, vanishing into the void. Leaving him at the edge of a disparate farmland. There was a human farmhand that had taken notice of him, leaning up from the field and resting on a hoe, waving the Sith over.

    “What are you doing in these parts, stranger? You ain’t one of Kyelson’s new hands are ya?” The farmhand asked.

    “No, no. Sadly not, though I expect I could learn from tilling the land underneath a man such as him,” It produced someone as welcoming to strangers as you, Thal thought to himself.

    “I am searching for something. Echos in the Force. I felt a calling, is there a direction you can point me in?”

    “Aye, I can do that.”

    Following the directions given to him by the farmhand, the Sith eventually found himself on the edges of the Dantooine Temple. For a moment, he could only hope but imagine what the Temple had looked like in all of it’s splendor, in it’s glory. With students of the Force busying themselves through the hallways, the Masters of Old educating the next generation of Jedi, a home of peace and serenity that simply wasn’t afforded to the Order anymore.

    Now? It was nothing but rubble and debris.

    Grief, it weighed heavy over the entire structure like a blanket.

    Crossing the walkway, through one of the doors long left open, Thalrisin began wandering the halls of the temple, occasionally letting a call echo off of the walls.

    “Hello? Is anyone here? I mean no harm.”

     
  4. Corin

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    "The corpses were already a few days old when I arrived," Corin said.

    He shifted his attention from above to the woman beside him. While he couldn't recall ever meeting her, he recognized the light's influence on her. She faced the tragedy set before the both of them with the same stoic wall Corin placed between himself and the galaxy. It helped to keep his emotions in check. No matter how dull they'd become in recent years, some things were strong enough to rip a reaction from his heart. This slaughter did it for him. He couldn't help himself as he buried his kinfolk. He wept for them. He sang for them. And now, he needed answers. They all did.

    "I think the attack took place somewhere between six to seven days ago, but I can't be sure. The memories are... horrific. When I viewed them," he shook his head, eyes locked on dirt-stained fingertips from days worth of labor. "I couldn't make out details on when it happened. Only how."

    Only one word came to mind when he looked back on what he saw.

    Massacre.

    The attack was pre-meditated. That much was clear. Death came swift, like an arrow loosed from a great bow. And much like its arrow, it ripped through the inhabitants of the Temple like they were animals caught unprepared.

    "I don't want to get too deep into it until others arrive, but one thing's clear," Corin laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. "They knew exactly how to kill Jedi."

    Hello? Is anyone here? I mean no harm.

    Corin blinked. He looked across the courtyard to another tunnel. His brief journey through the Temple remnants showed him ruin had claimed every corner of this place. Nothing but vermin lived within. What valuables once lined the halls were missing, alongside anything closely related to the Jedi's teachings.

    He pushed himself to his feet. "We're out in the courtyard!" he called back. "Follow the sound of my voice!"

     
  5. Valryss Zan Kaar

    Valryss Zan Kaar Jedi Exile
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    [Meanwhile Outside the Enclave]
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    Exiting her YT-1210 Light Freighter, the Scrap Rat, Varlyss Zan Kaar stepped down the metal unfurling slabs of the disembarking ramp onto the verdant fields of Dantooine. The planet shuddered in the Force, echoes of events howling in the wind. The place made Valryss uneasy. Such hallowed places had a way of clinging onto you, imparting the residue they left in the Force and influencing you in ways that disturbed and illuminated.

    Back when she was with the Jedi Order she had visited such places with her Jedi Master, Vanil Dawnstar. As a Padawan she had taken her to places that howled in the Force like the ancient enclave of Dantooine. She didn't like it then and she didn't like it now. But, worse was the call she answered. She never answered, calls. Much less calls in the Force by other Jedi. While she was wandering the galaxy as her new persona, the bounty hunter Lady Zan, she had made it her mission to avoid other Jedi. Her recent run in with the son of Vanil, Lanik Dawnstar had changed that. Did he spark within her the old habits of Jedi Knight Valryss Zan Kaar? Lady Zan hoped not.

    Valryss shook her head and approached the gaping hole torn in the enclave. She passed rubble, corpses, and another ruptured entrance. She stepped out and was met by a cluster of strangers. She herself was obscured and a stranger in her own fashion, cloaking pancho with the hood raised over her head. Valryss looked more like a gruff Spacer than a Bounty Hunter or Jedi of any repute.

    She took some steps to reach the one speaking to the others ( Corin ). She looked him up and down as she came near, crossing her arms and nodding to him, saying, "You were the one who reached out? Well. Neat place to find trouble."

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  6. Thalrisin jai Shaegol

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    The sound of a voice, while not giving away any particular tone, that was non-threatening was a pleasantry to the Kaleesh. He expected to find the Temple to be in the process of being picked over by whatever scavengers that had turned it into such a shame of it’s old self. He allowed a small smile to creep onto his face underneath his mask, though he was weary of any strong emotions right now. The sense of grief and… despair for lack of a better word that bathed the walls of the Temple was something that he’d be a fool to ignore.

    Steeling himself, he took the silver pendant into his hand and began to play with it. Twiddling it inbetween his fingers and muttering the mantra of his creed under his breath. He wasn’t sure what he would be walking into, but by the Force and the Ancestors, it did not feel kind to him.

    He passed by a few more deserted rooms, picking his way into the direction of where the voice sounded. Stepping into the courtyard, he saw the three figures that were gathered there. While he didn’t enjoy prying out with his senses without the consent of the parties involved, for his own security he allowed his mind to wander. The Light was strong here, drumming from the distant past and the near present. Enough to sooth his heart if just for the moment.

    He started up to the gathering with a small amount of pep in his step, nearly making the mistake of raising his hand to wave to the gathered Jedi.

    Then he saw the recently disturbed dirt, the gravemarkers, and the source of the grim energy that the Temple was pumping out.

    A hand clasped slowly over his mask, mimicking covering his mouth as his eyes danced between the three humans and the graves. Judging by the various sizes, along with the freshness of the burial plots themselves, it was easy to assume that these weren’t natural deaths. Discovered, Thal assumed.

    “Master Jedi,” Thal began, the address putting himself as an ‘other’ within the gathering.

    “This is a tragedy. I cannot imagine the pain. I lack the proper words. I can only hope that the Force guides them in the Afterlife.” There was no hiding the tremble in his voice, someone that was unaccustomed to wanton slaughter on a scale such as this, in a place as sacred as this.

    He couldn’t bring himself to disturb the silence any more, simply staring past those gathered and at the mound of bodies.

    What madness had the Galaxy fallen into?

     
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  7. Darth Cerebrous

    Darth Cerebrous The Crawling Chaos
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    Taldran Lenar had not had a pleasant arrival to Dantooine. He was a meek human boy, barely out of his apprenticeship as a consular, with short-cropped black hair, pale skin, and sunken eyes. This was not how he had envisioned his first mission alone as a Jedi Knight. He had arrived early following the call from Corin, but was struck with sickness just as soon as he had stepped into the temple. As the other Jedi who responded to the call trickled in to see what had occurred, Taldran had taken excused himself to the dormitories for some rest before he joined them.

    No restorative sleep came to him. In the deepest moments of his sleep, when his eyes began to flutter into the realm of dreams, something had gripped him. A primal fear, a nightmare he could not seem to wake from. The dark side was strong in this place... stronger than his feeble mind. When he finally awoke in a cold sweat, he found that his movements were not his own. He watched from behind his own eyes, helpless and voiceless, as the possession took hold. Memories that were not his own flashed across his imprisoned mind, vivid recollections of slaughter so strong he felt every sense as he watched padawans die at the hands of a crimson lightsaber.

    He watched paralyzed as his mortal form, beyond his control, made its way to the gathering of the other Jedi. To them he would look good as new, rested and healed. Among the attendees, he recognized only the lost face of Valryss Zan Kaar. So many thoughts ran through his head, though not a single one could be articulated. His mind screamed, but there was no one to hear it save for the malignant entity that possessed him, and Darth Cerebrous reveled in the screams. Unwitting pawns like Knight Taldran were the eyes and ears of the Sith, observing the wake of their heinous crimes to ensure their plans went smoothly.

    Taldran approached the other Jedi with a confidence unknown to him before.

    "Masters, my name is Taldran Lenar. I have come to pledge my help to you. This is... a tragedy." he spoke the words that were not his own. His mind continued to scream in agony. He wished only to tell the Jedi they were not alone, to tell them the dark side still lingered here. But of course no matter what he tried he was a prisoner in his own head. Cerebrous thought perhaps they would come to realize his charade, to free this poor boy. But they were already too late.

    Greater plans were in order, far from Dantooine, far from the reach of these Jedi...
     
  8. Aldritch Kaal

    Aldritch Kaal Unwilling Vessel
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    Out of all the ghastly projections taken of the massacre, it was one of the least lurid among them that really bothered Aldritch.

    Panoramas of death strewn across a vista of cauterized flesh and disembodied limbs evoked very little in the way of significant emotional reaction. A tragedy, but nothing that brought out his furtive bleeding heart. Yet the projection of two dead men isolated from the heap made his gut twist. If he had to quantify such a thing, that image should have been least harrowing of them all.

    But it wasn't.

    During the flight to Dantooine, Aldritch spent and inordinate amount of time pouring over the images. So much that his Master, Auryn Nakada had implored him on several occasions to give it a rest. What guardian wouldn't express concern when their ward seemed entranced by what appeared to be glorified snuff? Despite his Master's admonishments, he didn't budge. Her eventual concession wasn't anything beyond a begrudging dismissal in order to keep their arrival on schedule.

    It had taken hours for the epiphany to come: Self-infliction.

    The unsettled feeling that pair of corpses gave him that none of the other carnage could manage to evoke finally made sense. Dozens of murders with one black sheep hiding among them. A suicide, but
    why? The proximity of the two corpses implicated that one must have killed the other before themselves. Two could-have-been survivors deciding to take the end into their own hands? Aldritch wasn't so naïve as to discount the possibility altogether, but these were Jedi. If it had happened to any other group of people, it might not have been anything to scrutinize.

    So you found the two cowards in the herd. What does that accomplish?

    Shut up.

    Actually, have you considered that the cowards could be your culprits?

    What's it matter to you?

    Mental silence. The spook in his head didn't bother with a response.

    Yeah, didn't think so.


    Aldritch shut off the projection and moved to join Auryn in the cockpit. According to the displays, they were only minutes from Dantooine. Time had escaped him during his obsessive analysis of that single image. "Master, I-"

    She won't believe you.

    "You saw the scene, didn't you? The projections?" He ignored the dead man's naysaying. "I know it might be a little early for concrete conclusions, but-" A moment of hesitation allowed for a re-evaluation of the hypothesis he'd been forming. He needed to make sure it didn't sound stupid when he put it into words. "I think something might have made some of the Jedi act against their will." It sounded even more outlandish when he said it out loud.

    "Out of dozens, only one has self-inflicted wounds. I'd dare not dismiss him as a coward, but- It just doesn't seem right to me."

     
  9. Auryn Nakada

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    The journey had been troublesome. Aldritch's outlandish behavior, combined with the contents of the transmission that had brought them, left a feeling of impending doom lingering in the reaches of Auryn's mind. By the time her padawan returned to her side, she had no more answers and far more questions. She offered him a warm smile, though it disappeared as he began voicing his own concerns. Pulling them out of hyperspace, she diverted her focus momentarily, buying herself a few moments to respond.

    She did not want to give it power. The implications were too far-reaching. It had been near two hundred years since the fall of darkness, yet only a few since the Pietas could have given it the opportunity to rise once more. Was it already breeding, organizing, twisting the strings from the shadows? Her gut said yes, and Aldritch's seemed to echo the same sentiment, even if he hadn't fully followed the string of logic through yet.

    "That's because it's not right." She stated, finally breaking the silence. Her gaze flickered from the planet to the boy momentarily, eyes full of dismay. "You know how the message said this was a string?"

    The woman faced straight ahead as she continued, ship descending towards the surface.

    "I got another transmission last week from Tython. The safe house on Ilum was attacked. Five dead- the caretakers. I reached back out when we received this one. Same circumstances. A massacre, and only one with self-inflicted wounds." Auryn's lips pursed tightly. "Two's a coincidence, but I plan on seeing what this Ryv figure knows about the rest."
     
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  10. Lanik Dawnstar

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    Dantooine, how many times had he come to this planet as a youth? Whether it be being drug their by his father Vanil, or brought there to train by his mother Lyira. Lanik knew Dantooine like another home. It was one of the few worlds where the Jedi not need to fear his connection to the force. Dantooine wasn’t like Coruscant, Corellia or any of the other core worlds. There were not billions upon billions inhabiting it. Each of their voices and emotions a weight in the force that bore down on the padawan.

    Hopping out of his Stealthx, dressed more like a smuggler than a Jedi, Lanik walked towards the temple. On both hips sat a blaster, but inside the black tunic, he wore his lightsaber was tucked neatly. The calian had been undercover within the Black Sun for a while by this point and had to fit in with them. He had to carry himself the way a smuggler or mercenary would. He had to walk and talk like them. Not here though. He wasn’t Nimel Jor anymore. He was Lanik Dawnstar once more.

    As he got closer to the temple, Lanik looked ahead, the intercrossing fabric of the force around the temple wasn’t golden. No, each thread was tainted. They all bore an inky black color. The Jedi’s heart froze over as he looked upon the temple. Death reverberated through the ribbons of the force, sapping strength from the Jedi. Walking even closer he saw grave markers and dirt that was still fresh.

    From each grave a gray strand of filament was left, each one thin, each one fading with each passing day till there would be nothing left. The Jedi’s stomach turned, as finally golden strands became visible and he followed them. They led him around and through a hole into the wall where Lanik now stood amongst the others gathered.

    Sapphire eyes leapt from one individual to another. First his eyes landed on Syala Daivik, then moved on to Corin, before landing upon Valryss Zan Kaar , quickly shifting back to Corin before he could meet her gaze. It was slightly ironic, a call from the light hadn’t been from the Jedi within the order nor had seemed to attract many so far. It was started by those who had left.

    There were two others that the Jedi did not know (Darth Cerebrous, Thalrisin jai Shaegol), nor could he place where they were from. Though their strings were not golden, the color of their threads could not be described, they were a mystery.

    “Well looks like we’ve got ourselves a gathering of Jedi who left the order. So who put out the call?” Casting a glance over his
    shoulder and back to where the graves had been, Lanik turned back to the rest. “And what exactly happened?”

    Aldritch Kaal | Auryn Nakada
     
  11. Corin

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    Another one.

    Corin looked from Thalrisin to Valryss. There was something familiar about her, though nothing came to mind when he tried to recall her. It didn't really matter. He put out the call, she answered. Now she stood before him, alongside two others, seeking answers. Though, her immediate concerns seem misplaced. Death permeated the courtyard. Reflections of what happened danced all around them, waiting just at the edges of their vision, taunting them.

    "Yeah, it was me," Corin confirmed. "I thought it wise to raise the metaphorical alarms given what's happened," he paused. "Literally, too. I guess."

    This is a tragedy. I cannot imagine the pain. I lack the proper words. I can only hope that the Force guides them in the Afterlife.

    Master Jedi?

    Such a strange thing, titles. Especially when those titles felt undeserved. Corin couldn't help the cynical smile that found its way to his face. The double-meaning in this stranger's greeting did not go unnoticed, but the kiffar opted not to engage Thalrisin's approach outright. The amulet hanging from the kaleesh's neck answered the question for him.

    "A tragedy indeed. One that serves an important purpose for all of us," Corin crossed his arms over his chest and looked between the trio. Before he could continue, more began to arrive.

    A padawan, Taldran Lenar came next. Corin looked him over in silence. He searched the young man's eyes for an inkling of the pain echoed all around them. Agony greeted him. Corin tilted his head to the side, his curiosity momentarily getting the better of him. He opened his mouth to speak, only for another to appear through an adjoining corridor. This one reminded him of himself in his youth. Jacket-clad, confident smile, a sense of invulnerability, like even the greatest threat the galaxy could offer wouldn't be enough.

    Well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a gathering of Jedi who left the order. So who put out the call?” Lanik began. “And what exactly happened?

    Corin cleared his throat. "I put out the call. Thought it best folks like us who spend a lot of time on our own knew what was going on," he allowed his attention to drift back to the graves as he spoke. "Someone launched an attack on the Temple. No one survived. When I looked back on the bodies' memories, I found no evidence pointing out who did this. Whoever planned it, well, they knew how to cover their tracks against someone like me."

    He looked back to Lanik. "This isn't the first attack, either. The temples on Ossus and Lothal were wiped out. A recent transmission from Ilum confirms the caretakers are dead there, too. Someone's making a statement."

     
  12. Tyra Kadenze

    Tyra Kadenze Two-faced, like a coin
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    Tyra's shuttle landed among some other grounded space craft, her droid giving the 'all clear' beep as they touched down. The padawan stood up from the passenger seat next to the pilot droid and made her way to the exit. The boarding ramp lowered and Tyra was greeted with fresh Dantooine air and warmth, and for a moment she had forgotten her true purpose for being here. For a padawan such as her, this world was already well known to her, having travelled back and forward far too many times whilst accompanying her master.

    However nothing was as she remembered. Although mentally prepared beforehand, she found her heart sinking at the sight of the temple's disrepair. Dark energies wavered over the temple, and her mood soured. It was beyond recognizable even to her, and she even found herself getting lost. But no bodies were to be found, thankfully for the girl's sanity.

    The time for dwelling on the happenings of the temple would have to wait, there were people gathered somewhere for sure, Tyra saw the starships and heard distant chatter. She made her way over to the crowd of presumably all Jedi, gathered around the graves of the fallen. She heard a man speaking:

    Their backs were all turned to her, so she continued to listen from a distance until the man had finished, then she found a place to stand and observe everyone present. Some faces she recognized, some she had acquainted with in the past, and some she did not know. Lanik and Valryss did not look like Jedi anymore, which puzzled her.

    Once Tyra had a chance to speak, she bowed to everyone and said, "Padawan Kadenze. I'm here on behalf of the grandmaster, who is tied up with other duties."

     
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    Silent companionship was all she could offer in the silence after he answered, but it didn't take long for it to be broken as others arrived. Syala offered a gentle to smile to the newcomers, warmth filling her chest as the presence of the light finally seemed to outweigh the darkness that had desecrated this place. Each had something to say as they approached, and she lent an ear to all, acknowledging their words but not speaking until everyone had said their part.

    It still felt strange being referred to as a Jedi after all this time, for while she viewed herself as undoubtedly good, Jedi was not a label she would willfully assign herself. Still, she gave the Kaleesh a nod in greeting, quietly noting the pendant that hung from his neck but not speaking to it as she saw Corin had took notice of the same. Something better addressed later, when the obvious tragedy had been discussed.

    A woman approached in the same moment, far more direct and to the point, and she approached the man that had called the gathering directly. 'Trouble' wasn't the word she would have used to describe what happened here, but she supposed it was as apt as anything else. 'Tragedy' didn't do the proper service either, so it was as fair a label as any.

    The next two arrived in quick succession, and her gaze lingered on the one she recognized, that smile growing as he spoke. A lot had changed since she'd last seen him, but his attitude had only grown. She was proud. "It's good to see you again, Lanik. You've grown."

    The final introduction was on behalf of the grandmaster, and she had a feeling it wouldn't be a name she recognized any longer. Still, she offered the same polite nod in greeting as she had to everyone else, though this one was slightly preoccupied as her attention was drawn a second time to the young man that had emerged from within the Temple itself, concern knitting her brow. He wasn't obviously injured, but she could sense a deep distress within him, an uneasiness that had taken deep root.

    Carefully she stood, shifting to the side to position herself nearer the one that had introduced himself as Taldran. She spoke softly so as not to disturb the rest of the gathering, but it felt impolite to let her concern wait. "Do you feel okay, Taldran? If you feel unwell, I can find you somewhere to rest and treat you. This isn't any time to strain yourself."
     
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    There were other attacks? On other temples?

    Thalrisin was worried for a moment that he might double-over sick. He had seen awful things in his service to the Imperial Army, he was one of those kicking in doors and leveling his blaster rifle at a family simply caught up in Rebellions and Revolutions, he had seen the capability for such tragic events but the had never seen them occur, he never thought something such as this could be mentioned with as much passing as the current state of the weather. His hand came up, slipping behind his mask and holding over his lips. Bile had creeped up to the middle of his throat only to be battered back down with a dreadful swallow.

    He wasn’t as disconnected from death as he thought he would have been after his tours, maybe his connection to the Light had something to do with that, he was still learning, each step was a new experience. His knowledge of the Force, of the Jedi and Sith, was cobbled together by conversations with disparate spirits and ruined collections of holocron fragments, no true Master to tell him what should be and what shouldn’t.

    He knew of the planets that Corin spoke of, he had been studious with his studies. This would be the second time the Jedi Order was brought to it’s knees at Ossus, and for the perpetrators to have gotten to Illum in the first place...

    He shook his head, trying to clear his clouded mind, there was time to grieve later.

    The important thing now was to stop a slaughter like this from happening again.

    “Master Jedi,” He began again, not having names for anyone in the room but obviously directing his question in the direction of Corin.


    “You were the one that came across the bodies, what were the killing blows? Was this done by a saber, blaster… slugthrower? Have the other Temples,” He glanced between the Jedi as he spoke, honestly not knowing if the Jedi kept any other Temples. “Been properly warned? I worry that this might not be the end, they have the Jedi on the backfoot, they would want to press the advance. Yes?”

     
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    "Grandmaster, huh?" Corin looked past the others to Tyra and nodded. "Good to meet you, kid. Happy to see the Order sent representation."

    He shifted his gaze from Tyra to Thalrisin. Each of the lizard man's actions was strange, if not completely out of character for someone who would associate themselves with the Sith. Corin considered his natural affinity for empathy far beyond what another master could accomplish. It wasn't a matter of superiority or arrogance, merely a turn of events caused by his strange connection to the Force as a whole. He'd always understood emotion. Be it body language or the spoken word, he could make out one's emotions like they were his own.

    Perhaps that's what made the exchange with this Sith so odd. Thalrisin clearly considered himself a Sith, yet the aura around him marked him a devotee of Ashla's warmth. The exchange wrought a smile from the old soul.

    "You can call me Ryv," Corin said. "The whole uh, master thing, isn't really my style," he held out a dirt-stained hand to shake. "Killing blows were mundane blades. Looked to me like the bodies were sliced apart with inhuman precision. This call was meant to act as a warning. The Temple on Coruscant is well defended. It's not likely an attack like this will occur there. Far too many Jedi and Temple Guard. I'm more concerned for smaller enclaves and nomadic Jedi like myself. We tend to be forgotten."

     
  16. Darth Cerebrous

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    Master Daivik's concerns for the boy were commendable, but futile. The Sith Lord's hold was only increasing over the boy's mind.

    Taldran gave a hollow placation in reply, "I'm fine, Master. I'm just not used to traveling much, or seeing such... things," more vivid recollections of the massacre tortured the boy's imprisoned mind as the Sith controlled his body. He could feel the weight of the saber in his hand, he could feel himself going through the motions as he took life after life with the crimson blade. These were not his memories. Whose were they? Just the mere thought made his mind split in pain.

    "I managed to rest before most of the others arrived." Taldran turned from Syala to Ryv,

    "What other enclaves are still out there? Have they been told what happened?"

    Syala Daivik Corin Lanik Dawnstar Thalrisin jai Shaegol Auryn Nakada Aldritch Kaal Tyra Kadenze
     
  17. Tyra Kadenze

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    Tyra returned a smile and a polite nod, but her mood dropped at the description of the massacre. It was chilling, and her imagination began to wonder. She would've been dead if she had happened to be on any of these 'Jedi worlds', and given how many have died, she's an apparent minority. The description of the attack did not warrant any suspicion on the Sith, doubly so since they haven't been seen for a great deal of time, at least in her life time.

    For a moment the slaughter did remind her of an event she experienced, but even that occurrence could not explain what has been happening. It wasn't possession, a Jedi turning and killing their own, otherwise a lightsaber and/or the Force would've been the instrument they'd have used. She imagined that Sith cultists would also be using a lightsaber, but that may not necessarily be the case. Who else would have the power to challenge a Jedi? No, a whole temple full of them? On multiple occasions?

    Her mind was racing, trying to process the situation and reach a sound conclusion. But perhaps more experienced and cooler minds would prevail.

    "I cannot say fore sure who's behind it all, but a Jedi temple is a very, very daring target. And I don't want to say its our age old enemy, I really don't."

    The mere thought of the Sith was unsettling for the Padawan. History demonstrated the destruction wrought by wars between the Sith and the Jedi countless times in just the last few millennia.

    "But regardless, we need either a consolidation on Coruscant, or an unofficial dissolution that would make us less of an obvious target. At least until we figure out what's going on with these attacks. But those are my thoughts, I'll relay any other opinions to the grandmaster herself."


     
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    The slaughter that had taken place was undeniable, the bodies were there, and the emotions that still raged inside of Thalrisin’s body reminded him each and every second that it was an undeniable fact that it had happened. There was a part of him that wanted to blot it out, move on from the idea and find something else to do with his time. Maybe he would have, maybe he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was, maybe he wasn’t emotionally stable enough to handle to stresses and horrors of this new Galaxy, maybe he would vanish back into his Exile. Learn more from the masters of Korriban and Ziost until things began to make sense, maybe drift through the ruins of Malachor, find something in the depths that could explain why someone would senseless slaughter those so defenseless

    Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.

    That was the first lesson he was taught, and in moments like this, he had to stand strong with his oaths and beliefs. He took a deep breath, taking in what the Jedi around him were saying. There was no peace in this Galaxy, there was only passion that existed to free us from the torment and suffering. Right now? His passion was directed to restoring order to this temple and the minds of the Jedi Order. They were attacked, out of the blue, with nothing but rage and malice. His passion demanded justice, security, and the ability to return to a calm.



    He reached out and took Corin’s hand, his grip was light and feathery. Hardly there as he shook the Jedi’s hand.

    “My name is Thalrisin jai Shaegol, son of Soren jai Shaegol.”
    A weighty introduction, but normal for Kaleesh proud of their upbringing.

    “Simple blades of metal? I fear that the darker aspects of the Living Force may be at work here, I have felt the aftershocks before, it’s quiet now,” He shut his eyes for a moment, letting his hand go slack to his side and releasing Ryv’s grip.

    “It drums, distantly. Something that walked in the Dark. Nothing in specifics, just…” He waved his hand in the air, openly. Dismissing the train of thought. The Force, and understanding it, was still new to the Kaleesh relatively speaking. These Echos were undirected and difficult to tap into. It didn’t come as memories of the past, it never did, but the aftershocks in the present. Feeling the Veil between this reality and the Force.



    It was with this that Thalrisin turned his attention to Tyra, holding his tongue for a moment before speaking up.

    “In my experience, when the enemy has shattered your position, the best chance of survival is linking up with like minded souls…”
    He spoke with the weight of a man who had watched a stray artillery round vaporize his entire squad.

     
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    Corin looked to Taldran and shook his head.

    "Most of the other enclaves got hit. There are probably a few others floating about that are a bit more, uh... low-key. I'm confident if they aren't here, they're already aware of what's going on. Or, on their way," he placed his hands at his hips. "Don't worry about it too much, kid. Something like this won't go unnoticed by those of our kind blessed with foresight. More people will know, warnings will be passed around. Things will work out."

    Tyra's suggestion made sense, though he couldn't help but look Thalrisin's way at the mention of their "age-old enemy" with a smirk. If only she knew.

    "I think those of us who aren't equipped to handle themselves when caught in something like this," Corin motioned around them, the dark echoes still booming within his memory. "Should take up your offer and join together where they will be safe. If small temples like on Dantooine can be hit, traveling alone isn't safe. Though, neither is gathering a bunch of folks without the know-how to protect themselves," he stroked his chin in thought, looking between the light Sith and the two Padawan learners.

    "We all need to keep in contact. I don't see everyone here going back to Coruscant, which means we need to check in one on another. Get in touch if we end up in danger or find something," he crossed his arms, looking between the gathered adherents of the light. "I'm not one to run from something like this. It's a challenge. I like challenges, and I don't like our kinfolk getting cut down by cowards. Anyone else feel like doing some legwork?"

     
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    It wasn't her place to question or press further, so when the young Jedi assured her he was well she let it be, gently squeezing his shoulder in reassurance. There was a great unease in him, one that saddened her to feel. He was too young to bear witness to such tragedies, and her heart ached for all of them just as much as it did the dead. Of all the times to be called back into the fold, it was in the midst of catastrophe.

    Remaining by his side, she turned to listen as the others spoke, her gaze wandering across the multitude of faces gathered. Everyone presented important questions and considerations, but one stood out: what their next move would be. It was much more difficult to coordinate without the organization a proper order provided, but their lack of a cohesive body also helped to make every one of them a more difficult, yet easier target. Truthfully she was worried for everyone here, but did her best not to let it show in her face or in the Force. It was imperative now more than ever that she was a rock for others to lean on in the turmoil of the galaxy.

    "If any of you need someone to travel with, you're more than welcome to come with me. As Ryv said, it's important we stick together." Although she wasn't certain what her destination would be given recent events, at the very least she was better equipped to assist those less capable in defending themselves. None of them could save everyone, but if she could prevent at least one loss of life, it would be enough.

    Once more she found her eyes lingering on Taldran, and this time she didn't let her concern be brushed off with his assuredness, instead probing deeper, gently, with the Force. What she sensed wrought renewed worry, and once again she did her best to bury it, saving it for a quieter moment. She resigned herself to keeping an eye on the Knight for the time being, and would henceforth do her best to remain at his side at least until they all dispersed.

    In the meantime she did her best to catch Ryv's eye, nudging his awareness in her direction via unseen means to communicate a simple message: there was something wrong.