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 PostPosted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:29 pm Reply with quote  
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  Tenrek Tunwol

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I decided to link the assessment room posts, and just have that as Tenrek's previous mission. If any player-character Jedi Masters want to post and say something, feel welcome.

Tenrek stood silently in the middle of the council chambers, flanked on all sides by the various Jedi Masters. Standing there, while they sat in their seats, Tenrek was nervous. This was the third diplomatic mission he had failed this year, and the consequences would be far reaching if the Republic had to get involved in another interplanetary war.

It wasn't exactly his fault, though. Their contact within Danzer's military had said that the General did not intend to follow through with any negotiations. Even if the Republic had given them technology, they would have taken and incorporated it into their own before launching another attack on Esseles after another six months to a year. Still, he could've handled the situation a bit less aggressively. He didn't need the Council to tell him that.

He had already given a rough account of the details of the mission, and was now awaiting their word on how badly he had failed. He knew they were growing impatient with his lack of ability in diplomatic affairs.
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 PostPosted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:55 pm Reply with quote  
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She was making him uncomfortable. Atris' scowl was boring a hole through Tenrek as he stood uncomfortably before the council. Once again, he had come before the council with news of his failure. She didn't know how the rest of the council felt, but Atris was beginning to become annoyed with his lack of patience. Such is not the way of the Jedi. Her eyes remained fixed on his crooked posture for a long moment, then finally she spoke.

"Your attempt at diplomacy has once again ended as a faltering step for this Order. Am I correct in assuming that you are taking responsibility for your actions?" she said in her usual stern voice.

She may have been young, but her demeanor left no doubt in any Jedi's mind that she was in a position of power. It was one of the few things she had to keep them in line. Especially since the Mandalorians reappeared in the Galaxy.

Young Jedi were watching the war even more devoutly than ever before. Day by day, she watched as some of the Padawans turned into different people. There were many times that Jedi had approached the council, asking questions regarding the massacres going on in the outer rim. And as always, Atris and the council reminded them that it was not the place of the Jedi to interfere. Especially now that the Republic had declared war. Atris knew that it was only a matter of time before the Mandalorians were nothing more than a forgotten name within the history records.

"Well?" she prodded, bringing herself back to the matter at hand.


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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 5:32 pm Reply with quote  
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Tenrek swallowed hard. Atris had always been one of his biggest detractors on the Council. He had heard rumor that she had voiced protest about his ascension to the rank of Knight. He couldn't tell if she just didn't like his methods, or didn't like him in general. Maybe it was both. Still, no matter how thoroughly she dissected his actions, he had to be respectful, no matter how much it pained him to be.

Looking towards her, Tenrek said, "Yes, Master Atris. I am." It would seem childish to make excuses as to why he had failed. They had read his reports, and those from their contact in the Danzer Military. They knew of the extenuating circumstances surrounding the breakdown of communication with the planet's government. But the point still stood that he had failed, where one of the Council might have succeeded.

Looking back around the room to each of the individual Masters seated, Tenrek had to force himself not to look fidgety. He was already under the microscope by the Council, and he didn't need them thinking he had any more personality flaws.
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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:24 pm Reply with quote  
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If there was anything more boring than doing nothing, it was doing nothing without Master Tenrek around to keep him entertained. Dezzi let out an exasperated, dramatic groan of a sigh and charged out of the meditation chamber, making a bee-line for the Council's turbolift. If he was lucky, he would catch Master Tenrek on his way back from the meeting and save some time.

"I've had it! All this waiting around is driving me crazy," he muttered to himself angrily, keying the turbolift car to stop at his floor. It would only take a few moments for him to arrive at the foyer to the Council Chambers. "From now on, I come along too."

Surely Master Tenrek would understand his position. After all, they had just returned from the long trip back aboard that tiny shuttle and he was already waiting in his bunk. It seemed like whenever they weren't on a mission, he was stuck in that room.

Finally, the lift carried him into the sky, dropping him off at the Council's doorstep with a faint chime and a glaring sun through the hall's viewports. Before him was the door to the main chamber, a gateway that sheltered the most powerful beings in the galaxy. It was humbling to say the least. Dezzi swallowed the knot in his throat and hesitantly pressed forward through the doors.

"H-Hey, Master," he said, his voice nervous and scratchy. It seemed as if all eyes were suddenly on him. "Got tired of waiting."


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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:24 am Reply with quote  
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Glancing back at Dezzi, thrown off by his sudden appearance, Tenrek said, "D-Dezzi... You don't barge into the Council uninvited. I'd have thought you'd learned this in your nineteen years as a Padawan. Wait outside. I'll speak with you later."

With that, he turned back around to face the Council yet again, considerably more embarrassed and said, "I apologize for my padawan's rudeness. His impatience is something I have been unable to train out of him."

Hoping that Atris wouldn't tear into him yet again, Tenrek kept his expression neutral, his mind clear, and waited for one of Masters to speak. Hopefully, it wouldn't be to inform him that he an his apprentice would be heading for some desolate world where they couldn't do any more harm. That was one of the very few things Tenrek actually feared. Inaction.
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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:07 pm Reply with quote  
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Swallowing his pride and with some confusion, Dezzi sulked his way back into the foyer. The short walk into the small, viewport-lined waiting room seemed like an eternity, but gave him a moment of solitude to think over what had just happened. He replayed his master's criticism over in his head and was surprised at how much it stung.

Nineteen years as a padawan.

Had he heard Master Tenrek correctly or was Dezzi too caught up in the nervousness of the situation to understand him? Maybe he blew it out of proportion with his over-active imagination. That's all. He shrugged off the thought and took a seat on one of the nearby chairs, waiting for his master to return.


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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:16 pm Reply with quote  
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"I can see impatience is a trait shared between you and your apprentice," Atris sneered at him once the young Padawan had left the room. He hadn't said anything more, instead simply wandering off in silence. After seeing such a display, Atris wasn't sure if Tenrek was even teaching the boy anything.

A long, uncomfortable moment passed without him answering, so Atris simply jumped in to prod at him some more. "Perhaps diplomacy is better suited for someone with enough control to complete a mission."

"Now, Atris," interjected a familiar voice. "Let's not simply condemn the two of them for this. After all, was it not true that Danzer's military refused to follow through with the negotiations in the first place?"

The voice had belonged to Master Zez-Kai Ell, one of the more level-headed members of the Jedi council. Atris never did like his attitude, judging him as being far too trusting and irresponsible. Oftentimes, he was the first to break into the discussion to offer a counterargument.

"Nevertheless, the negotiations still took place, and failed. And not due to the actions of the General."

"Isn't that being a little judgemental?" came the voice of Lonna Vash, another younger member of the council. "After all, I'm sure his disposition didn't help Tenrek's situation at all."

"Tenrek has admitted responsibility, and shall be treated as such."

"Perhaps not," Ell continued. "Although his actions certainly would not have helped the process, we cannot simply shift all blame onto a single party. He has acknowledged his failure and for that, he has learned."

Atris fell silent for a moment. He was right, after all. She often was too hard on the students that came before her. And Tenrek was never held overly high in her own light, but despite all that, Ell was right. She supposed Tenrek could be excused from this debacle. But his failures would catch up to him eventually...

"Very well, then," said Ell, not bothing waiting for Atris. "Meditate on what has happened, both you and your apprentice, Tenrek. You both must learn to control your lack of patience. We will contact you once we believe you are ready for another mission. So until then, you are dismissed."

Atris could only stare at the young Jedi before them, piercing his shaky exterior with her icy stare. She would be keeping a close eye on him....


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Once the Jedi Knight left the room, Kavar shaked his head and looked towards Atris.

"Master Zez-Kai Ell is right; you were a bit too harsh on him. He does have quite a bit left to learn, but he did carry himself out in a suitable manner. From the report he gave, the fact that he and his padawan are still alive with no critical wounds can be seen as a testimony of his abilities. Still, the meditation and rebuttal should do him some good too."

lol, sorry for jumping on the bandwagon, but... might as well get involved.


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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:01 pm Reply with quote  
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This is during some deliberation by the council about the situation. I got Kira's permission. If you'd like to go back and RP the discussion, please feel free. Smile

The soft footfalls in the quiet room seemed to betray the tenseness that strained the galaxy. Outside of the cool, polished walls, battle lines were once again being drawn. To Revan, to be within the Jedi Temple seemed to ameliorate any conditions from the outside realm. In fact, the light, whispering chatter of the apprentices and the stately perambulation of learned masters would have one think that no war existed anywhere.

In reality, that was not the case. The Temple was like a sponge tossed into the maelstroms of Manaan; it absorbed the waves, and stopped them, but eventually it would be drenched. The air surrounding Revan was laced with tenaciousness, and a subtle pressure, but no one would acknowledge it. After all, he was in the temple of the Jedi. There was no emotion.

But there were always thoughts springing from mind to mind. All knew that the High Council was close to sending out the Jedi to retake Onderon, which had fallen to the Mandalorian assaults just days before. Although it was so recent, the events seemed to pull at Revan's brain the longer resolution was postponed. The Jedi were already taking too long in responding.

The young man folded his arms across his chest and sighed heavily. The waning sun spread its warm rays across the cityscape through the thick windows of the hallway. The rays, glaring in Revan's silvery eyes, were feeding a silhouette on the far side of the hall. Looking down to the bench before the pane, Revan was pulled back into reality by the familiar figure sitting upon it.

Revan's greeting to his friend was just a glance of impatience, which they both felt. No words were needed, but Malak provided it anyway. “This is ludicrous. They can't talk forever, can they?” He mused, looking up at Revan. The clean-cut man, complete with shaven head, was one of Revan's closest friends – companions, as the Masters would chide him to correct. They both had a keen interesting in this problem.

“They'd probably be happier that way,” Revan responded half-seriously as he grimly gazed back onto the coming twilight. “I don't see what's to discuss,” he reinforced. In all honesty, there was nothing to discuss; the Council was not comprised of tacticians. The Republic had more-than-capable officers. It would be no problem to decide strategy.

Malak grunted. “But Revan, my friend, there is always something to discuss when it comes to the Force and the Jedi. And discuss, and discuss, and then we discuss the discussions,” he informed, the sarcasm light in his voice. Both knew the seriousness of the situation, but there were always moments for levity. And if war was their fate, all chances for a quick grin or a tight smirk might soon be ending.

“Of course,” Revan resigned and unfolded his arms, allowing them to drop at his sides. The Council had to be dismissed by now. They knew how many Jedi were awaiting the decision; in fact, they would probably bark about how impetuous they dared to be. It had to be so. “'Guard' this entrance,” he smiled to Malak.

His friend returned the grin and nodded. “Of course, 'Master',” he played along as he stood to his impressive full height, solidly in front of the many-fold doors to the inner council chambers.

Revan proceeded down the long hall. Most of the students were out of the area now, preparing for bed or late-night endurance sessions. The stillness of the air grew more and more oppressive, mocking Revan, since it alone knew the words of debate spoken behind the soundproof partitions.


For a few minutes, or perhaps hours longer, Revan sat himself down in a side corridor, a tributary to the North hall and its entrance to the inner chambers. The darkness outside could not be perceived by the windowless corridor, and the artificial lighting grew brighter to compensate of what was surely a dark night outside. It was part of theatrics for the Jedi, Revan knew; it was to symbolize that the Jedi were the light in the darkness. There was never darkness inside of the Temple halls, and, indeed, the lone pinnacle, with large scattered windows, rising above the buildings of Coruscant looked like a candle from the outside.

Suddenly, the stillness was interrupted. Revan instantly stood as he heard the near-imperceivable sound of the doors sliding open from the North entrance. Creeping down the side-hallway to the North hall, Revan stood in the open, watching the esteemed masters of the Order walk in front of him. They were aware of his presence, surely, but did not acknowledge him.

Grandmaster Vandar, Masters Kavar, Vash, Kai-ell, and several others passed before his eyes, heading to the turbolifts to their own personal chambers. All were silent and stony, though still observant as sentinels. Then Master Atris strode before him. Her ice-blue eyes, cold as her flowing white hair, skipped over to Revan for just a moment, and he saw his opening.

It was Revan's right to know about the deliberation. He was a member of the Order; one of the most promising. He knew it. Atris knew it. He had no hesitation in stepping before Atris' path – not too close – and offering a slight bow.

“What do we plan for Onderon? There are many Jedi waiting, right here, to assemble a strike team right now.” Revan asked, unable to help the slight tone of formality that crept into his voice. “When do we go?”


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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:03 am Reply with quote  
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The Council continued to discuss various matters for another few minutes before they finally decided to call it a day. Atris was tried after the long discussion, and certainly weary after dealing with Tenrek and his pupil. She couldn't help but gain the feeling that Kavar and the other masters were looking down upon her. As harsh as she had been, her demeanor was not out of place. The Jedi needed to be strict. The Order would crumble if not held tightly in place. Atris was only doing what she felt necessary.

As the Jedi Masters filed out of the room, they said nothing to each other. In her experience, she knew that the Council would rarely speak to each other outside the meetings. It was curious, really, that such highly respected members of the Order would almost avoid each other unless impossible. At the same time, however, it made sense. Many of the council members had very different viewpoints, causing them often to conflict with each other. Tensions were high these days.

Atris was the last to leave the room, and upon entering the hallway, she caught a sight of a familiar face. Someone she hadn't seen since her time back on Dantooine. A promising student, but a shifty one. His feelings were hard to predict, even to the Jedi Masters. Atris assumed that's why none of them even acknowledged his presence in the hallway. She, however, couldn't help but take a glance in his direction, which she quickly regretted when he stepped before her, giving a crooked bow.

"What do we plan for Onderon? There are many Jedi waiting, right here, to assemble a strike team right now. When do we go?" were the words Revan spoke. She didn't know what to tell him, but knew she couldn't hesitate. Revan was a young Jedi, but he was smart.

"We are not going anywhere. Or have you forgotten that this is a matter for the Republic and not the Jedi?" she answered, trying to avoid the discussion by simply embarassing him. Despite her effort, he was persistant enough to prod further.

"We're... not? I..." The words came from his puzzled face, as if he was expecting a different answer. "But, we protect the Republic."

"The Republic can protect itself. That is why they have gone to war. The Council sees no reason to interfere in their affairs," she explained, subtly trying to push her way past him, but he didn't allow her to go. He wasn't finished with her yet.

"Then maybe the Council doesn't see..." He paused for a moment in thought. "I suppose the people dying is the Republic's affairs too?"

"While their deaths are regrettable, we simply cannot afford another war so soon after everything Exar Kun put us through," she said. Although she had been young during the war, she still remembered hearing the stories about Kun and Qel-Droma. Both of them were considered the some of the greatest Jedi of their time. And yet both of them were failed Jedi. Perhaps whatever had corrupted them was after Revan. Atris feared the thought, instead returning her eyes to Revan, watching him closely as he brushed back some loose hair and answered,

"At least the Jedi reacted to that."

"And what would you do? Go to war and slaughter the Mandalorians as they would slaughter the innocent?"

"They're not innocent..." She watched him bite his lip, as if trying to hold back. She was afraid to think what he could possibly be hiding. His thoughts were too slippery to keep track of.

"The Republic will deal with them. The Council-- I myself --have faith in them. You should too," she said simply, finally managing to shoulder her way past his figure. She began down the hall, but stopped a short distance from him. Her head turned back slightly, but she kept her back turned.

In a softer tone, she tried to comfort him and his thoughts as well as should could, "Adventure is a dangerous thought. We've lost great Jedi to it. Don't let it take hold of you."

"Thank you... It must have been a... hard decision."

She stared at him closely for moment, then finally turned away and began walking toward the turbolifts. She didn't say another word, still unsure of what to think of the young Jedi. All she did know was that he would have to be watched closely. After all, there was every possiblity he could be the Galaxy's next Exar Kun. The Order wouldn't be able to handle such a problem a second time. She didn't trust him.

But then again, Atris rarely trusted anyone.
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Revan struggled to bite out those last few words. It was a stream of lies. In actuality, he could not believe what he was hearing! The Jedi were not to go to the aid of Onderon? They would rather wait until Corellia would be under attack, or perhaps Coruscant itself!

“Hard decision”, indeed. The hardest decision the council had made that day was when to dismiss for lunch. Maybe the esteemed Jedi masters then went away to the lounge to play a game of pazaak with the dregs of the universe, or to enjoy a round of Trellan strip staves. If they had done all of those things, it would have delivered more of an outcome than the council's deliberations!

The man stood in the light, his fists clenching in frustration. Of course, Atris hadn't felt the outburst in his head. Revan had more skill than that. And he wasn't through with the topic yet.

After the woman had disappeared into the turbolift, Revan spun around and walked determinedly down the hall to the next set of turbolifts. He could feel Malak attempting to reach out and sense the outcome of the confrontation, but Revan wasn't in the mood. Tomorrow was another day.

He would reverse the council's decision by any means necessary.


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Malak sensed that the meeting was over. He walked down the grand corridor until he saw Revan. He reached out to his friend, and was dismayed.

Then he sensed something darker, a seething frustration and fierce determination and knew that not only had Revan's ideas been rejected. He intended to correct it. And to attempt to correct the Jedi Council was an unwise thing. To attempt it in the manner he sensed from Revan... suicidal or worse.

He had known Revan since they were small children. Malak was slightly older, but Revan possessed a power that Malak could only long for. Even when he was young, he'd progressed rapidly. Some of the masters were even concerned about his quick rise. But Malak knew better. Revan was vastly intelligent and skilled, but he was no danger. He was a loyal, devoted Jedi who wanted to uphold the tenants of the Jedi.

Even now, he was thinking of the innocents being massacred by the Mandalorians. The Masters, however, seemed to be only thinking of their past failures. Revan's mind kept going back to their tired preaching about the Exar Kun wars.

Kun was dead. The Sith were extinct. Their talk of falling to the Dark Side and becoming a blight on the Galaxy were mere covers for fear for their lives and power, Malak was sure. They were scared to go to war after what had happened, even though it was decades before. They were scared there'd be another Kun. But it could never happen in this day and age.

They were afraid, though. What they didn't seem to realize, however, was that the Mandalorians were relentless. And the Republic was losing. The Jedi Knight idly wondered if they'd be so blase about it with NeoCrusaders knocking down the gates to the Temple.

Sadly, yes, he mused. Nonetheless, he had to stop Revan from doing something foolish. There were better ways to help the Republic than bombastics.

"Revan!" he called out just before the Jedi stepped into the turbolift, and in a flash, caught up to the other Jedi Knight. The Force was good for more than simple parlor tricks and battle. It could also be used to help others, even simply by catching up to them. "Revan, I know what you're thinking. But they won't listen. There has to be a better way to get them to listen. Or at least to get someone to listen."


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Revan could feel Malak's approach in the force, and soon he heard his footsteps. Almost annoyed, Revan turned away from the turbolift to look at his friend. "You don't know what I'm thinking," he growled.

Then he stopped. Control... control...

With a sigh, the young man looked between the reflective flooring and the person standing before him. "Sorry," he admitted, running through all the techniques that his masters had taught him. Temper or arrogance was not becoming of a Jedi. Perhaps he would have to remind Atris about that tomorrow.

"I have a plan," he said once he was ready to talk. "And it's going to work," he confirmed to his friend. Malak had the utmost trust in Revan, but sometimes he had to be assured. "But, I need some sleep," Revan admitted, rushed, as he took a backwards step towards the turbolift. "Breakfast tomorrow?"

To Revan's relief, his companion smiled thinly. "Very well," he said. With a small, satisified grin in return, Revan turned away and stepped into the turbolift. As the doors closed, he was free in his own thoughts for a few precious moments.


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Malak paced up and down the corridors leading to the Jedi Council Chambers. It helped to him meditate. Revan may have been tired but the older Jedi was far from ready to rest.

His mind kept going to thoughts of the civilians being massacred by the Mandalorians. He could almost hear the crying, the screams, the pleas for mercy...

Damn the Council! something deep within him snarled, but he quickly squelched the errant thought. It sprang from anger, and anger (as he had been told so many times) led to the Dark Side. Even if this one random slipup didn't instantly turn him into the next Exar Kun (he knew he never would), it was still something to guard against. The Council had to have a reason. There had to be a reason that so many would die and nothing would be done to respond.

There just had to be...


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