Jedi Order Jedi High Council Chambers

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JEDI HIGH COUNCIL
CHAMBERS

The Jedi High Council normally consists of 12 Jedi Masters, who convene in the Council Chambers to guide the direction of the Order. Following a mission to subdue the former Supreme Chancellor and Sith Lord Sheev Palpatine', the Council was devastatingly left with only 7 Jedi Masters. Grandmaster Yoda is presumed dead at the hands of the Separatists from the Battle of Kashyyyk. Now, the Council must deliberate the future of the Jedi, without the wisdom of their longtime friend and leader.

MEMBERS OF THE COUNCIL
-- Saesee Tiin (NPC)
-- Depa Billaba (NPC)
-- Ki-Adi-Mundi (NPC)
-- Stass Allie (NPC)
-- Coleman Kcaj (NPC)
-- Bela Khess

Reader's Note: This thread is a continuous RP of meetings among the Jedi High Council. Sessions are either "closed" or "open." Open, which is the norm, means Jedi Knights and Masters, who do not otherwise sit on the Council, may attend for purposes of learning and guidance. Closed, which normally applies to matters of war/security but will be explicitly stated, means the discussion is not public knowledge, unless disclosed by the Council. Any requests for an audience with the Council can be directed to @Duke or another PC member of the Council.
 

Aeaolen Kicka

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Aeaolen hadn't been at Kashyyyk, he was dispatched to assist in a murder investigation near Hutt Space. To say that he was unhappy is an understatement, this war was dragging on and the Republic needed its warriors on the front line, Aeaolen was one of them. Aeaolen had returned to Coruscant following his investigation of a murdered Senatorial Represenative from the Outer Rim and made his way to a session of the Jedi High Council that had begun convening. The past several months and weeks felt like an absolute whirlwind, the arrest of Palpatine, the revelation that the Sith hadn't been destroyed, the presence of more Dark Jedi and Fallen Jedi, everything had been "wild" to say the least.

The announcement that Grandmaster Yoda was presumed to be dead following Kashyyyk was beyond words. A tremor rippled through the Force when the Triumph was struck and Aeaolen felt it on the outskirts of Hutt Space. As Aeaolen entered into the council chambers he shifted to the back, several other Jedi were in attendence that weren't on the council and he nodded to them, a sign of recognition and respect. He one day desired a seat at the council and in due time he would achieve it.
 

EnviousWorm

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Galactic Republic
Jedi Order
As with all the Jedi, the Kel Dor Kia-wian felt the choking grip around the Force and all things of the light. The weight of greatness's death bearing so heavy it struck the Jedi Master to his knees.

He'd been in the temple's hospital wing, checking in on his padawan, Sena. Still she was unstirred from unconsciousness, the bacta barely holding her together. The Kel-Dor was near a rage, embarrassed that he'd fought to awakening, that she'd not been so strong. How could a teacher not blame themself?

In the Force he'd cried out for an answer and heard the inconsistent dripping of a landscape after heavy rainfall. Then he felt the doctors tugging at his arms, asking if he needed help. He refused.

Rushing to his chambers, Kia-wian stripped down and found a reflection, staring at his body - the whole right sight charred and disfigured, even the cybernetic arm which started under his elbow. In sight of himself, Kia-wian prayed for victory on Kashyyyk, begging for a lone light in the darkness.

Then the news started coming in, and worsened by the moment. Standing from his meditation, Kia-wian took upon himself a simple, white tunic and trousers, with a brown sash tied tight around his waist. Taking nothing else but his lightsaber, the Kel Dor felt ready to face the music. If only he'd healed soon enough to be on Kashyyyk...

Entering the chamber, Kia felt the weight on his shoulders and back bear down as he looked about to his fellow members of the Order. Many of them had been on assignment when he'd been promoted, they didn't know.

With a shameful gait, the newest Jedi Master was the first to take his seat - careful in his selection of Plo Koon's old chair. He looked out at all of his peers, firm and devout but nonetheless uncertain, waiting for the rest of the Masters to arrive.
 

Amara Desal

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Syala had taken much needed time for rest and meditation after returning from Kashyyyk. Her hand was mending, still wrapped in a sling across her chest. The fact that her hand was still in tact was a testament to her Padawan's growth in the ways of the force. The gift of healing was not something Syala imparted, as she herself had never performed such a feat. She was certain it would not be long before the Council saw fit to put Amara to Trial. It was pleasing to know that she had played a role in the development of a promising practitioner of the force, especially herself being a younger knight within the Order. However, the thought was also distressing; in light of the results of Kashyyyk.

Flashing images from Kashyyyk passed through her mind. Even in meditation, it was difficult to let them pass. They were vivid and almost real...troublesome to say the least. She had questioned the Order's role in the Republic's war, and more deeply so since the removal of the corrupt chancellor. Chaotic transition was becoming the norm, and it would appear to be a trial in its own rite. The encounter of one fallen from their ranks, she was sure, was only a preview of the inevitable crumbling of the order.

"Are you ready," Amara inquired, her voice soft and soothing to the ears.

Syala nodded in affirmation, opening her eyes towards the horizon beaming with intense sun rays and reflections from the city surface below. "Are we late?" she groaned, carefully ambulating to her fee with one arm for leverage.

"I think we might be," Amara replied, "I was detained by the younglings we brought with us from Dantooine. They are adjusting well, but they find comfort in a familiar face."

Syala found her voice to be optimistic, but could feel the weight of similar sentiments and thoughts. She could not read her padawan's thoughts exactly, but the force often revealed more than words could ever say. "Then we should go. We wouldn't want the to suspect fallen from our ranks." Her words were callous, imbued with frustration and concern about the future. Simply trusting in the force seemed so far out of reach.
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Council Chambers, Open Audience
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The two journey in silence, needing no words to share their concerning thoughts and curious anticipations of what information they would hear from the Council. Upon arrival, they found the doors to the chambers open and understood that they were free to enter. Syala entered first with her padawan in tow. Syala lead them to the left to an open space in the back of the chambers, eager to catch up, and hoping for uplifting and inspiring news.
 

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The feeling of outrage, heartbreak, and defeat seeped through her spirit as Master Khess entered the council chambers. Her face was stoic as it scanned the dozen seats dotted around the rotunda.

Bela gave a stalwart nod to the Council, as she took her seat. She heaved a deep sigh as she lowered her head in silent contemplation. What was left of the Order without their leader? Mace and Yoda both gone within the same year? It was more than tragic. It was overwhelming. It spewed with that which Bela despised most—defeatism.

Still, Bela recalled the fond memories she grew with their Grand Master. He was a fine green-ling, one admired by his pupils and respected by his enemies. The Order wouldn’t be the same without him.

Now, the fate of the Force and the galaxy called them to once more place duty above all else. Darkness ran amuck; that was evidenced when the beast Jenn Denniphar intervened on Kashyyyk. What some in the chamber might not have realized yet was that such was simply the first battle in a far grander war. The Clone Wars were but a speck compared to what was at stake.

As if the Force spoke through her, Bela’s serene voice pierced the hall, “Though dark and menacing the Clone Wars may be, the Force Wars are just beginning.”

Then almost robotically, the Jedi Master rose to her feet and unsheathed her lightsabers. In seconds, their gold hue sprung to life. “In honour of the greatest, most humble, and wisest among us, Grand Master Yoda. May the Force watch over his spirit.”
 

EnviousWorm

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Master Khess must have felt the weight of Kashyyyk most of all; the Kel-Dor could sense the heavy darkness inside her stomach as the Togruta Jedi entered into the High Council Chamber, a somber look on her face she she inspected all those who seemed to wait on her. Kia-Wian returned the nod of grieving acknowledgement from Khess, who took a seat and let out a sigh and hung her head.

The moment of silence pierced through the chamber, several others bowing their head in conjunction with Bela Khess. But then the moment was passed, and her voice lifted her and the room as a whole.

“Though dark and menacing the Clone Wars may be, the Force Wars are just beginning.”

Then almost robotically, the Jedi Master rose to her feet and unsheathed her lightsabers. In seconds, their gold hue sprung to life. “In honour of the greatest, most humble, and wisest among us, Grand Master Yoda. May the Force watch over his spirit.”
Kia-wian sprung to his feet to meet the Troguta in solidarity, pulling the curved and guarded hilt of his lightsaber into his hands and igniting its oceanic blue-green blade - his cybernetic arm reaching his weapon toward the ceiling as high as it could go, the silver of the synthetic limb shimmering against translucent light.

"May the Master of our Masters live on in the Force," the Kel-Dor did his best to project, both his voice and the confidence which lined it, "and live on in the Jedi Way - for he taught us all, in some way. And so may we carry his light into our future generations."

As he finished speaking, Kia-wian made sure to look to Bela Khess, offering a sympathetic stare, hoping to seem reliable and willing.
 

Amara Desal

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“Though dark and menacing the Clone Wars may be, the Force Wars are just beginning.”
Syala listened silently from the back of the chambers. It sounded as if Master Khess's words were carefully chosen. Intentional or not, it confirmed Syala's fears that the Galaxy would not be returning the peace and prosperity it once knew. The Force Wars, she pondered, and so history repeats itself. She sighed heavily, leaning against the back wall of the chambers. There was a weight upon them all, not just the aftermath of Kashyyyk, but the precipice of growing darkness.

“In honour of the greatest, most humble, and wisest among us, Grand Master Yoda. May the Force watch over his spirit.”
She watched as the esteemed Masters of the Order ignited their sabers, the iconic and appropriate symbol of the order. Syala firmly believed that the Jedi were the last and final lights of peace, justice, and civilization; however, she herself, was finding it harder and harder to grasp onto that image that Master Yoda had instilled in her as a youngling.

She turned her attention to her protege, who had been inching forward towards her peers. The innocent and optimistic spirit of Amara had become Syala's guiding light in the instability of the current age. She was sure that Amara would be quick to join in the inspirational gesture, and was surprised to find her staring back.

"May the Master of our Masters live on in the Force," the Kel-Dor did his best to project, both his voice and the confidence which lined it, "and live on in the Jedi Way - for he taught us all, in some way. And so may we carry his light into our future generations."
More words washed over them both, and for once, Syala found it difficult to interpret her padawan's thoughts and feelings. She knows me too well, Syala breathed, recognizing the strength of their relationship and Amara's sensitivity to the force; I can't hide from her anymore. Syala mustered what positive feelings were available, mainly those pertaining to the sisterly friendship the two of them shared. She nodded, encouraging Amara to participate in a mater of self-expression she thought fit. She focused intently on Amara as she ignited her saber in collegiality. The yellow light from her saber, the only light Syala could see.
 

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Bela gave a sympathetic nod to Master Kia-wian after he shared his sentiments. Without a Grand Master or Master of the Order, roles which Yoda both occupied ironically, the Order lacked a clear vision and purpose ahead. Now, the Council would need to choose a leader from among its own number. "I am by no means taking the role of Master Yoda, but I do believe the path forward is one of consensual decision-making. We must all meditate on what the future holds for the direction of this Council and, consequently, the Jedi Order. Masters," she addressed as she took her seat, her blades sheathing once more. "If we rush through or are blind to what these next few days mean, the Dark Side will take hold of us again. We must do better. Yoda would expect nothing less."

Her fingertips danced on her chair's armrest. "As per tradition, the Council must contemplate and deliberate on its next leader. The leader must have the unanimous support of the Council."
 

EnviousWorm

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Kia-wian settled to his seat for just a moment before bristling a little at the words that left Master Khess's mouth. He respected the Togruta Jedi greatly, but felt the words she spoke might best be owed others on the Council. They two had already shared their input, and might best leave space for their more tenured peers.

"Right now the Council has seven members on its seats, Master Khess," The Kel-Dor spoke back up, unable to hold back, "And my position was granted only in the interim, so you could say it's an even six. Should half of a Council decide, or should it be a full Council first? Especially if it's a case of consensus decision-making."
 

Amara Desal

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Syala, still leaning against the backwall, considered Master Leanfrost's considerations. It is only the first of many questions the counsel must begin to answer, she thought to herself as the padawan learners began to murmur amongst one another. She observed several senior members of the order targeting the eyes of colleagues. Syala wished she could hear their specific thoughts. In her opinion, most were deserving of a seat on the counsel; however, she was certain there were a few that likely saw Yoda's disappearance as an opportunity to bring the Order into the modern age.

Syala admired Yoda immensely. She valued his insights and the nostalgic vision he maintained for the identity and character of the Jedi. There was something truly wise and noble in being in the world, but not of the world. Maybe this vision has become obsolete, continuing to ponder what the Force may have in store for both the Order and herself.

"What will happen now," Amara inquired, once again stationed at her side.

Amara's affect was somber and subdued. An empty gleam lingered in her eyes, a well of growing concern mired in grief and loss.
"Watch as our seniors rally their supporters," Syala whispered, embracing Amara by the shoulders. Syala pointed to a recent seasoned Knight, recently elevated to the title of Master. "We have lost half of the counsel in this war, seasoned and well tried masters. There is no one to synthesize the vision of the Jedi."

Amara's became disheartened at the vision she observed. She watched as the young charismatic 'Master' positioned himself among the padawans. An elder Jedi, the Master of the recently elevated Knight stood behind, new apprentice in tow. "Surely, the Order will not resort to politics," she groaned with distressing concern.

Syala sighed in response.
"You know not everyone within our ranks agrees. The kindling was lit by the treacherous start of this war. We are no vulnerable to a philosophical wildfire...and I feel the largest flame may forever change the Jedi." A range of emotions emanated from within her as she vocalized her speculations in a soft whisper. She chose to remain quiet, allowing Amara to formulate her own assessment of the situation.

"So the answer to Master Leanfrost's question will determine the intensity of the flames?"


Syala nodded, leaning back against the chamber wall. "In a manner of speaking," she replied, truly delighted in the maturity that had taken hold of the child she had mentored.
 
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