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[color=f49ac2][h3]Sena Alleron, The Seer[/h3][/color]
[color=f49ac2]Interacting with:[/color] Koren Omi-Ren [@Sep][/center]
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[b][u]Mandalore, The Citadel
Year Four, After Re-synchronization[/u][/b]

[color=f49ac2]"Sena is fine, there is no need to stand on ceremony with me. While I do head the Seer Council, I am just a knight like yourself."[/color]

It was rather curious, just the surface thoughts of him and his guards showed clearly the interest in their surroundings, of the Citadel, of her and of the state of the galaxy in general. Seeing his subtle recoil, she reigned herself in a little bit, trying not to be overt with her prying as most did not approve of such things. Even if she really couldn't help it. The response from him was not entirely expected, calling her by her last name and by the title of master. It had her lips pulling into a grin, mischievous and almost devious as she felt the game was truly in play now. This one could truly be interesting to talk to, and she was wondering now what kinds of things he had seen and done while on what was no doubt a variety of adventures across the galaxy. A ring flashed before her sight, her head not moving but her vision adjusting through the force to see the soft glint and the metal indicating… Her thoughts needed direction, connecting the dots one by one as she realized what it meant.

[color=f49ac2]"Ah."[/color] Sena said at last, shrugging with indifference. [color=f49ac2]"The current order doesn't trouble itself with such trivialities. In the years since the Shattering the Enclaves have loosened many of the different guidelines of the Jedi Code and for the most part we are free to pursue our path as we wish. With some caveats, of course, but you'll find our order much more welcoming to your kind of personal dalliances on the side."[/color]

In truth, if Koren was to look around him and take his surroundings into account it would be exactly as she said. There were more than a few couples being a little more friendly than just acquaintances, though much was tamed down for the sake of public image. Even non-Jedi and Jedi were mingling together, talking amicably and showing that some were family.

[color=f49ac2]"With the decimation of Coruscant, the fall of so many Jedi over the course of the Clone Wars, and the split of our order it had been decreed by Masters Kenobi, Dooku and Jin that there should be the consideration of executive measures. In the past the Order was able to easily recover after massive losses, but that was only because of having the entire Republic to call upon and to recruit force-sensitives from. We did not have that, though there were still neutral worlds contributing and even some from Alsakan space and Corellia on the rare occasion. With that in mind, the decision was ratified by the Council to suspend restrictions on interpersonal relations between Jedi, as well as between Jedi and non-force sensitive people."[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"It has done well for us for the most part, and has allowed the Enclaves to integrate more fully with the Grand Republic of Mandalore far more than we ever did with the Republic. Did you know, that the Mand'alor considers us as one of the great clans?"[/color]

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[center][color=f7941d][h3]Ceph[/h3][/color]
[color=f7941d]Interacting with:[/color] [color=5bc098]Aroma Bel Iblis[/color] [@Amalyra][/center]
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[b][u]Mandalore, The Tower
Year Four, After Re-synchronization[/u][/b]

Fireplan Haran. Cosmic Annihilation. It was certainly a bold play, and one that would need quite the number of personnel and equipment. Ceph knew that much at least, even if the finer points were lost on him. Tactics and strategy were never a strong suit, which would have been quite obvious from the first glace across the broad plate of beskar armor of his chest. Nevermind being one of the officers in the Deathwatch, of being a member of the stealth corps or regularly assigned a rotation at the Calyui'r Manda. His fellows poked fun at that, of him not really being too quick on the draw, but intelligence and cunning had never required traits of the Deathwatch. Reading through the dataslate and the generalized plan, he could at least see the basics of it. They were to execute a swift and decisive strike on the station, inserting several squads from multiple points of entry via boarding torpedo. It was something he could get behind, and not the least because it sounded like it was going to be a brawl from the get go.

Normally such a plan wouldn't have even been considered. Not against a heavily defended station in foreign territory, with a fleet in orbit. There was a considerable bit of resources committed to this effort, all for what was… Oh. Ceph came to a complete stop in the middle of the hall on the first floor, just a ways down from where another visitor had been requested to wait. He knew who this person was, it was rather hard not to. One of the pop stars that his girls loved to listen to, always singing along with her songs and trying to see her concerts. It had been to the point that he had done everything he could to grab tickets to see another one of that group's concert that was being held here in Keldabe proper… And now he was being shipped out, which meant that… Ceph sighed into the helmet, shoulders going lax as he now realized that he would have to clear this with his wife. Despite being literally half his size, the woman was ruthless and especially about the kids.

Yet, his salvation was standing there twenty feet away, humming to herself. The envoy that had just passed him was on his way to see the secretary, but Ceph took one look between them before something truly revolutionary happened. He had an idea.

[color=f7941d]"Hey, wait up."[/color] He called over to the envoy, stopping him for a moment as he came up to speak to the man.

"Yes?"

[color=f7941d]"You're going up to see the Madam Secretary, yes?"[/color]

"Yes, it's for our Corellian guest."

[color=f7941d]"Would you mind if I took it from here? Not to disrespect your station or anything, but wouldn't it speak to our guest's importance if she had an escort from Deathwatch?"[/color]

It was a series of dots connected together, and by Ceph to say the least. The envoy only took a moment to look over the mountain of a man clad in beskar before him, then over to Aroma bel Iblis waiting for either him or word down from Jaessih. Handing the job over to Ceph was pretty much a no-brainer, as it took all the responsibility from him and it was in clear view. Besides, if Deathwatch wanted to handle something, no one really complained about it or tried to argue it.

"Yeah, go right ahead. I'll file things with the office and let them know that you've taken over from here."

All that settled, and he was beside himself almost literally. This was perhaps the chance of a lifetime, and for that one singular moment he felt himself proud to be not only a Mandalorian, but also Deathwatch in order to be at this specific time and place. It did [i]not[/i] help that he also rather enjoyed the music, often enough bobbing his head along to the beat while off on patrol or with the kids. As he advanced, all eight and a half feet of Mandalorian striding towards Aroma, there was only one thing he could think of to say as introduction, with all the eagerness of an adoring fan.

[color=f7941d]"Paff!"[/color]

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[color=a187be][h3]Verra "Solace" Alleron, The Diplomat[/h3][/color]
[color=a187be]Interacting with:[/color] [color=f26522]Dra'kal Sherom[/color] [@Lmpkio], [color=LightSteelBlue]Airus Vel Aath[/color] [@Apollosarcher], [color=F79130]Ila'Iri Orini[/color] [@rusty4297][/center]
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[b][u]Mandalore, The Citadel
Year Four, After Re-synchronization[/u][/b]

Things had gone from one end of the spectrum to another as emotional rollercoasters tended to do. She had known for a while that her family history was… Troubled in some ways, as in recent history her parents had both been members of the Arkanian Dominion. That had certain ramifications that she was still trying to escape, and had led her to be questioned a little more than others when it came to whether or not she was suitable to undertake the last necessary step to becoming a master of the order. She had all the skills, foremost among them lightsaber capability, and was known as a skilled diplomat and negotiator. Yet she had not taken in a padawan and the discussions around it would certainly not be helped by this revelation. Even if it seemed that her ancestor was a bit different than expected.

[color=a187be]"So…"[/color] Solace began, waiting for Airus to get what he needed to say out and before the spirit of the holocron could answer his questions. [color=a187be]"Not a Sith?"[/color]

"No, I was always Sith. Born Sith, raised Sith, and died Sith."

Confusion must have been clear across her face as that answer seemed to contradict everything that Airus had just said. She was rumored to have been the founder and leader of a cult centered around the Empress within the Sith Empire, one consisting of light-sided force users. Even being called directly in several instances as the Empress' Light. Now, that had many different connotations, and she had read of a couple of them once or twice that painted a very different image. Sapphic ones usually. Yet, here she was telling them boldly that she was out and out Sith.

"Before you question further, yes this is my spirit locked within the holocron before you. I found it easier to pass on the knowledge of our ancient house to future generations if I was to place myself in this vessel than to hope that my children would do so. I'm sure you can understand that given the normal policy of the Sith regarding knowledge. However, that does not mean that I practiced the dark side. No, I was one of the few who truly saw the vision of our Emperor, a man who might have united the stars…"

And there she felt something for one fleeting moment, an emotion from the spirit that showed her grief at something in her history. It felt like betrayal, of a moment where her entire world had been shattered and she had been forced to accept a new view of the galaxy.

"It was not to be, as your scholar friend would tell you another time. Instead, I found myself looking to Acina, and devoted myself to helping her guide the Empire to a proper future… One which has clearly been squandered by our descendants and the corpse paraded about as something else entirely."

There her attentions were focused on Dra'kal and the symbology of the room itself, the Imperial logo decorating one wall showing clearly who was meant to be using these chambers. It was an odd coincidence she had to be sure, the resemblance of the Renkar Imperium's icon and that of the old Sith Empire. Or perhaps not, as there was little in the way of knowledge on their inner workings, especially the founding. All most knew is that it came of Admiral Jira Renkar's desire to keep the sector safe from the predations of the Confederacy and not much more. She wondered, and as she did her ancestor spoke again, this time with a little less belligerence and openness towards those other than herself.

"I think you would understand the reasoning behind putting my spirit behind such extensive countermeasures and security protocols, with what I have revealed to you so far. Knowledge that you have only gained because I sense your alignments to each be leaning towards the light, or at least neutral enough that you wouldn't attempt to use what I have for your own gain. Otherwise, you wouldn't have even gained my name or such candid conversation. I will be willing to perhaps have dialogs with you, Airus Vel Aath, but only so long as it is not within the library of your order, that you will not store my holocron alongside darker objects or even in the archives at all, and that permission is given by Verra directly."

Again, there was a lot to take in there, but she supposed there was a prime opportunity at hand. Not just for learning about the inner workings of the Sith Empire, to know what general life was like, to understand the Sith order on a deeper level, or even what Acina was like personally… But for her to know more of her family, and how the Alleron family even came to be in Sith Space to begin with. She could not deny her own curiosity, and that was when she deactivated the privacy shielding, leveling her gaze with Marisena before her.

[color=a187be]"I will ask you not to access the databases again, for that is too much of a security risk even if we know your true nature to a better degree."[/color]

"Very well, I will only access what is directly permitted."

[color=a187be]"Furthermore, I am permitting Airus Vel Aath access pending the Council's approval of my own suggestion that I take custody of this holocron and keep it within my own quarters. Dra'kal, this would sate the agreement the Shadow Council has with the Jedi Enclaves, would it not? As we have taken custody of the holocron already, so it would not matter to you or your masters where it goes afterwards?"[/color]