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[center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/ef37f812026acd60045393c140e25ffa/tumblr_prgfixdFOC1wzvt9qo1_1280.gif[/img] [b]A secret war! After the Republic's decisive victory over the Separatist Army, bringing an end to the devastating CLONE WARS, it was revealed by then Chancellor Palpatine that the Jedi Knights, defenders of peace and justice in the galaxy, had made an attempt on his life in an attempt to seize power. After enacting the JEDI PURGE to erase the Order's influence from the galaxy, the Republic was reorganized at the direction of the Chancellor into a new GALACTIC EMPIRE, capable of defending its people from every possible threat. Now what remains of the once great Jedi Order lives in hiding, hunted by merciless INQUISITORS acting on Emperor Palpatine's orders. One such group of Jedi now prepares to flee the frigid desert moon of Jedha after realizing that their hide out has been discovered by the Empire...[/b] _______________________________________ [size=4][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2801028/1][b]OOC/Sign Up Thread Here![/b][/url][/size] _______________________________________ [b]Characters[/b][/center] [b]Jedi[/b] [LIST] [*]Sen Chinwe - male Pantoran (GrenadeFestival) [*]Amira Terra - female Zabrak youngling (LostForeverLost) [*]Jack Arcrider - male half-Human, half-Sith (BetaArt) [*]Nitaka Vozhi - female Mirialan (Relics) [/LIST] [b]Non-Jedi[/b] [LIST] [*]Jascar Bevenorr - male Mandalorian bounty hunter (Kingman) [*]Dei Rhan - male Twi'lek hacker (LostForeverLost) [*]Midori Adria - nonbinary Verpine racer (LostForeverLost) [/LIST] [b]Other[/b] [LIST] [*]Agent Lambda - female Inquisitor (GrenadeFestival) [/LIST]

It doesn’t seem like a desert moon like this should be so cold. Normally such a thing wouldn’t bother Sen, being from a cold planet himself, but on Pantora there was snow and ice year round. Jedah had neither of these things. Just sand and red plateaus and the occasional morning frost that burned off as soon as the sun rose.

As morning broke over the city, Sen observed a thin veneer of such frost over the rusty sandstone houses that made up most of the buildings here. The frost that collected on lamps and archways hanging over the streets sparkled where the sun hit it, and in the shadows of the houses there was enough frost on trash receptacles and abandoned crates to turn the objects a pale silver. It was a beautiful sight. He just wished he could appreciate it more.

Sen closed the curtain of the one story house and retreated back into the modest living area. It had been a week since he arrived here, and during that week, though it had been far from boring, it had been too quiet. He was no closer to figuring out who sent the transmission telling any Jedi who were listening to come to Jedah, and he wasn’t sure if this much time without any activity was a good sign or a bad one. Either way, he couldn’t find it in himself to relax, and every day he hovered by the windows, watching for any sign of trouble from the newly created Empire.

The house they’d been hiding in was small and didn’t have much in the way of furniture. He was sure it was supposed to be abandoned, so he was always careful to keep the curtains closed except for when he was sure no one would be watching. If he absolutely had to go outside, he did so with extreme caution. He’d tried to impress the importance of this on the others here, but whether or not they cared to listen to him was another story.

So far only a few people had responded to the message, and what had accumulated was a rather odd group, at least in Sen’s opinion. Jack was a normal enough Jedi Knight (former? Could any of them call themselves Jedi anymore with the Order gone? Or was it just the ideology that mattered?) but his half-sith heritage was...well unusual to say the least. A few years ago, Sen thought he’d heard something about such a Jedi in the Order, but he wasn’t sure he’d believed it at the time. Nitaka was also a Jedi, but she seemed to be the polar opposite of Jack. Of all of them, she seemed to have the most pent up energy, which was understandable given their claustrophobic situation. Dei, unlike the rest of them, wasn’t a Jedi at all. Just a sympathizer looking for help. Or so he said. Sen didn’t have a reason to disbelieve him, though he wasn’t sure if that was his instincts talking or just his desire not to be suspicious of everyone they met. It could be exhausting not being able to really trust anyone.

Sen sighed and shooed away his thoughts. It was too early to be getting bogged down in negative ideas. He left the living room and walked back into the kitchen to see if he could prepare anything for breakfast for the three of them. There wasn’t much to be had as far as food, and unfortunately it looked like someone would have to make a supply run into the town market sooner rather than later. But there was enough to go around for at least one meal. One thing at a time.

For once, Nitaka didn’t feel like the only restless one in a given situation. Back in her days of training, she was often the only one pacing, or tapping her feet, or tossing rocks idly between her hands when their masters were giving instructions. Now, she was trapped in a house full of people who likely hadn’t felt free for the past year. Still, that didn’t mean they were all pacing like their lives depended on it, like Nitaka usually was.

Right now, the young Jedi Knight was prowling at the end of a hallway, away from her new roommates. From her position, she had a good view of the kitchen, where Sen and Dei were both located. Eyeing the kitchen made her remember how hungry she was right now. She was tempted to go in and fix herself some breakfast, but she knew that they were already low on food. Instead, she resolved to spend her time practicing some combat techniques, so that she would hopefully stop thinking about food.

First, she tried practicing her agility. She would run up on the wall, flip backwards, and follow it up with a series of spins, jumps, and slides that were meant to mimic dodging attacks in an enclosed area. Soon enough, though, she grew bored and pulled out her saberstaff. She didn’t turn it on, but she began to practice combat by shadowboxing with an imaginary opponent. She integrated the dodges she had just been practicing into her combat practice, alongside a flurry of strikes and parries. Although she never actually turned on her lightsaber for fear of accidentally hitting an innocent bystander, her kicks, wall jumps, and strikes probably made a lot of racket for whoever was on the other side of the wall she was practicing on - if anyone was there.

Jascar was making his rounds. It was something ingrained in him that made him patrol the city religiously. It soothed him. Reminded him every ay of the way of Mandalore. The Mandalorian knew the residents didn’t mind much. They loved to stare, really. And ask very prying questions. Jascar was patient enough to answer these questions and return their stares with a somewhat amused look under the helmet.

His rounds took him all over the city. Of course, he never kept his weapon out, but he could draw it before anyone said ‘ope’. By weapon, he meant a blaster. His crude recreation of the Darksaber was almost sad in its workability-thing was barely stable and Jascar did not want to hurt anyone who just happened to be around there. His walk was also a good way to garner business. Look for any rather battered-looking droids.

That house...it had a weird tug to it. Like something was putting the Mandalorian towards it. It was odd. He had walked past it a hundred times and it had not changed, that odd feeling.

Jascar

@lostforeverlost

As he walked, a caught a glimpse of vibrant skin tone that was unusual for a human. Too rosy in color. He hadn’t seen many here, probably because they found the place frigid. It looked..lost. Kid couldn’t have been a day older than 8. It looked...lost, somehow. Jascar couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the kid. Most of the time they at least had shoes.

Of course, she couldn’t see his expression past helmet, but he grimaced for a second, stopping to look at the Zabrak (?) before crossing the street in no particular hurry.
“Hey, kid. Where’s your mum?” he asked, looking down at the kid. She had a cloak on, but that obviously didn’t protect her well against the cold.
His tone was neutral at worst, a sort of caring tone inflicting the words.

Jascar didn’t think she looked in immediate danger of death, but it was...not noble, perhaps, to let a child die of cold. Her mother probably forgot her here or told her to stay but had to work.
Or something.

@lostforeverlost

He tilted his head a bit before shaking it in response.
“Everyone has a family. Somewhere.” he said, feeling a twinge of pity for the thing. Her family had probably been killed off by the war. It was sadly a very common occurrence these days. Jascar greatly disliked it.

“Yes.” Jascar replied, nodding. He followed the code. Anyone could be a Mandalorian, really. It wasn’t defining. The term described both sides of a centuries-long conflict, between true warriors and cowards. However, said cowards still called themselves Mandalorian. It was their heritage to be warriors, yet they cast it aside for peace?
War had still found them and their peaceful ways.

“You do know, the cold does freeze after a while,” he said, a bit of a sarcastic or joking tone in his voice, “I know an inn down the street. It’s at least warm inside.”