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Out of Character: OPEN SIGNUPS - Star Wars: Return of the Exiled (OOC)
Sign-Ups: OPEN SIGNUPS - Star Wars: Return of the Exiled (Sign-Ups)
Ten years ago, the Namu'Zai came into prominence as an open enemy of the Republic. At first, they were a small coalition in the Galactic Senate, comprised primarily of worlds from the Mid Rim and the Outer Rim, but two years before what became known as the War of Republics, the members of the coalition began to express their dissatisfaction. The Republic, so they and their constituents believed, were far to lax in their enforcement of the law, allowing for the rampant expansion in the operations of the Huttese cartels and various black markets and criminal organizations while they pursued the ghosts of the long-dead Sith and their fallen empire, as well as other phantasmic enemies that had long rested. With this, the Republic fractured.
Worlds began to declare themselves independent from the Republic's laws and authority, and many of these worlds began to form small, loose interplanetary governments of their own. Sensing the weakness that threatened to plunge the galaxy into great chaos, the Jedi High Council on Coruscant attempted to reconcile the differences through a series concentrated and desperate diplomatic endeavors. But, the Jedi Order soon found itself on the side of the Republic and unable to remain impartial in and distance themselves from the matter at hand after many Jedi Master were killed in cold blood by some of the minor interplanetary alliances.
The Namu'Zai, however, had welcomed the Jedi, and even wished to grant them a position of power in their new democracy. Most of the Jedi, however, had refused this great offer of power, which- in turn- attracted the attention of many Dark Jedi (those who applied the Jedi philosophy of teaching to the Dark Side of the Force, or simply those who utilized the Dark Side and chose not to follow the way of the Sith) in addition to member ofs various other orders that used the Force. All the same, this new order of Force became known as the Namu'Kar, and they agreed on this teaching: the Force controls all and guides all, meaning that all that happens is meant to be, and that any skill should be taught unfettered when a student displays the strength to learn. This philosophy of unrestricted training and of unlimited possibility and potential was greatly worrying to the Jedi, for even the Sith exercised some restraint in the teaching of their apprentices.
The members of the Namu'Kar were allowed to take any stance on the Force that they wished and had little limits placed upon them- namely to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, to remain sober in public, and to generally act in moderation. Their training varied greatly depending on their teachers and their backgrounds, but it benefited greatly from the mixture of philosophies that gave birth to its rise. Many who were denied by the Jedi due to their age flocked to the Namu'Kar, and soon enough the order had obtained members in the thousands in less than a standard year. Of course, their training was rather accelerated, but all their members underwent trials by fire to ensure their capabilities.
However, in the end, the principle battles were between the Jedi and the Namu'Kar alongside those fought by the Republic and the Namu'Zai. Despite any and all there efforts, there could be no peace brokered between the two sides, and for ten bloody and abhorrent years these factions made war against one another. There could be no room for error, for each battle brought more dire villains and dashing heroes into the fray and every massacre wrought forth new martyrs to forward the conflicting creeds. Prisoners on both sides were tortured or executed as the war grew more violent, and some Jedi even found themselves severed form the Force when they refused to embrace the teachings of the Namu'Kar.
On all sides, the war was a terrible, irreconcilable thing.
The war itself only ended when the Republic was force to bombard the Namu'Zai government's capital on the planet Haidoral Prime from orbit, forcing the surviving government officials to surrender and admit defeat by signing the Primus Treaty, dissolving the Namu'Zai officially and marking all territory it had controlled as being under Republic authority as they entered a postbellum reconstruction period. Meanwhile, by order of the Senate, the Jedi Order was forced to execute each member of the Namu'Kar they captured that refused to accept strict retraining or a lifetime imprisonment on charges of treason, giving only the exception of small children.
And so, the Republic found itself recovering from the brink of disaster while the Jedi had been forced to fight to near-extinction. The Senate demanded that the Jedi Council investigate some of the other orders who used the Force and determine their loyalty to the Republic- should they waver, they would be put under strict monitoring. The Baran Do, the Jal Shey, the Matukai, and the Zeison Sha were all put under intense scrutiny, and some of the lesser known orders even more so, although they all proved loyal to the Republic. Despite this, many of them would be monitored by Republic soldiers for the next few years to come.
And, in their mad dash to bolster the Order's ranks, a Jedi team soon found themselves on Kashyyyk, a favored location for exiled Jedi. As they approached, two figures sat in a meditative stance on the forest floor, a small pond before them as the taller of the two figured gave a sharp exhale after shuddering slightly, looking to the other figure as he soon spoke with a sage urgency.
Their conversation was brief, as they needed to act with the utmost haste. The pair made their way into an odd home, a comfortable place made from the scrap and remnants from fallen escape pods that landed onto the jungle floor. Moving to a secret compartment, the old man pulled a pair of old Jedi robes, and gave them to the younger who then drew a curtain and changed into then before they each grabbed a backpack and a duffel bag- filling them quickly with their belongings before the old man went to the door as two figures came into sight- an armored Jedi and some sort of bounty hunter. After the door to their odd little home was opened, the conversation seemed like it might erupt into violence as the elder exile's fingers twitched over his lightsaber.
The exchange was tense, terse, taciturn. Some of the wildlife in the jungle turned their attention to the conversation before they skittered about their own way as some passing eyes watched from the trees. To the two exiles (although they were now formally exiles no more), the silence that surrounded them was utterly deafening as they slowly left the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk, passing through a Wookie village on the way that marked some odd and uncomfortable solemnity. With each step he took, the younger of the two felt the humming of life in the Force fade as he entered an odd ship- a Fortitude-class shuttle. He had not been in one of these giant metal monsters since the pair crash-landed on Kashyyyk.
As soon as this ship mads its way to the Thranta-class corvette in orbit, the two former exiles were then taken before various Republic officers and Jedi to be processed and confirmed as citizens of the Republic. "Carn Arvad," the official spoke up as the two passengers stood silently before the various authorities before them. "...a former Jedi Knight, entered into self-imposed exile with one Illana Karani. Three children, two grandchildren. Surviving: one Morathi Arvad." The speaking Republic clerk the coldly and quickly turned his attention to the white-haired boy, the man's slim, gaunt figure compliment his raspy voice as he was the epitome of a lifelong desk jockey. "Both registered as members of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo though lineage. Originally believed to have died in the crash-landing of the merchant ship The Intrigue on the planet Kashyyyk. Provided you accept the terms of your recall by the Jedi Order, you will be granted a full pardon by the Republic for any crimes you may have permitted during your exile and have your citizenship reaffirmed."
The old man spoke for the both of them after hearing the terms of the recall, accepting the offer. Carn would go through some retraining and then have his rank as a Jedi Knight restoring while his grandson would begin training into the Jedi Order.
The old man and his grandson would be separated into groups based on their age, by groups of for each age five or older (five to nine, ten to fourteen, fifteen to nineteen, and twenty to twenty-four), with anyone over twenty-five being part of their own group. With some nervousness, the younger of the two slowly began to integrate himself with the other initiates in his age group, although there would little time before the ship approached its destination: Coruscant. The Jedi initiates and former Jedi Knights would be placed into different shuttles, all of which would land at a spaceport to the south of the Jedi Temple that rose ever so prominently on the horizon. There would be some more initiates and bounty hunters on the landing platform, as well as one Jedi with a hood drawn standing before the rest.
The initiates and former knights were shepherded out by the Jedi, Republic soldiers, and mercenaries as they were divided once again by their age categories and experience levels. The Jedi in front then removed his hood, revealing himself to be a Kel Dor as he spoke up with a great sagacity in his voice.
"Greetings, all you who come recalled or as new initiates to the Order. I am Ori Karan, the Jedi Master who will be responsible for your training as well as one of the masters of the Jedi Council. Should there be anything you need, you can confide in me. Now, each group shall be taken to the Temple, where you will be assigned to your rooms and be given a tour of your training areas.These soldiers, mercenaries, and Jedi Knights will be watching over from this moment forward until you are named Jedi Knights. Use this time to meet your fellow initiates, and begin to bond with one another as you prepare to walk the path of the Jedi."
With this said and done, the initiate moved a hand to the cortosis vibrosword on his belt, holding it in place as his backpack rested on his back atop the robes his grandfather had recently given him and his duffel rester over the other shoulder. In total, the initiate's age group was the third-to-last to get on the trains. Morathi took a simple seat in the corner after storing his equipment, sitting next to a Zabrak initiate. A bit stunted socially, Mortathi cleared his throat after a moment or two, politely offering his hand to the Iridonian before speaking up. "My name's Morathi, Morathi Arvad. What's yours?"
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