High Council Spire

And so they were to help the Sith, Raylia's breath heavy as she watched the holo image of the Sith vanish. She had known her once, long ago before she had risen to become the touchstone of the Sith. Raylia had often wondered in the long distant past if there was something that could be done to sway the lost soul back towards the path of the righteous, and perhaps if she had stayed longer on Naboo after her resurrection, if something had not happened to Noja, maybe? But those were questions that had no answers now. That path was lost to her and the cruelty of the one known as Sinistra now was the stuff of nightmares. Pragmatism won the day though, she was right in many things. Her grasp of perception, politics and the galactic stage of players was spot on and they could only agree that strength in numbers would stop this foe.

Raylia grabbed her datapad and pulled up a quick check on Master Rawkill. With a smile, she tucked it away again and sought out the ewok master, who once she had located him, noticed that he barely was as tall as her waist. She looked down and bowed to him in deference and greeting, her deep blue stripped lekku falling forward over her shoulder before she straightened up to her full height. At 6 feet tall, she was lithe, statuesque, and graceful in her movements and mannerisms. She greeted the diminutive master warmly. "Master Rawkill, I am Master Venci, archivist and professor of archaeology. It is an honor to serve with you on the Council of First Knowledge. I am based here on Coruscant and have an office down in the Archives, if you would prefer a quieter place to get acquainted?"

*Syren nodded her head when Jade mentioned Jago.* "Yes." *She paused to survey the crowd again, then continued.* "I met Master Pulastra on Dac several moons ago." *Again she paused trying to figure out if she had used the proper turn of phrase. She decided it was close enough and moved on.* "There was an incident and apparently, I showed some Jedi abilities of which I was not aware. He suggested that I seek out the Jedi when I was ready to do so. It took me some time to come to grips with this, as I had undergone trials, similar to those of Jedi initiates when I was a child. I did not pass at the time, as far as I can remember..." *Syren turned her head towards the window.* "Before I met Master Pulastra, the doctors on Dac had diagnosed me with... amnesia? Is that what it is called? No memories of who you are? Or a large chunk of your life seems to be missing in your memory?" *Her green eyes seemed to bore into Jades when she turned back for confirmation that she had it right. Syren did not like that she could not remember herself. It made her feel weak, and it was frustrating at times to feel like knowledge was so close at hand, but locked away.*{/i]{/color]

"Formalities" Jerek brushed the correction aside with a gentle wave of his hand, as if moving past the introductory stages of conversation. Indeed, pleasantries were far less important, given the current situation and their involvement in it. His shaded face betrayed but a smile as his hand dropped once more, and he let out a relaxed breath, easing into the role of a Jedi like an actor on stage. Confusing, at times, was the responsibility of a man who had to portray the image of what he was in truth. After all these years, Jerek had assumed it would get easier.

It never did. "Your new roles place you in the command of a certain pedigree of pilots; as you heard, I've come into the responsibility for the evacuation and defense of the Kuati citizens on the Drive Yards. To that end, they will need to survive as long as possible," he gestured toward the men with a vague motion of his hand,  "and so, I've come asking you to organize your Ace pilots for the task of orbital defense. If this is agreeable to you, Sorrows?" he offered as his smile slipped away, "Master Dewe?"

He was far better at making these connections than leading from the forefront; Jerek had never been one for glorious scenes or limelight. He preferred utilitarian actions. Concise. Direct. Efficient. And though he would see no action in the air himself, his duty depended heavily on those who would. Patiently, he awaited their responses, hopefully dismissing questions regarding his identity. Jerek hated grating conversations about his position in the Order, especially when he had to lie about it. He hated lying.

Rawkill paused as the blue Twi'lek female Master approached him, before she bowed to him. He gave a short bow in return, before straightening up and almost craning his neck backwards to look up at Master Raylia. Sometimes being an Ewok had it's downfalls when it came to interacting with the taller races
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
And the same to you Master Venci. The Archives sound like a much better place for such a meeting. After you...

Arcturus was silent for a few seconds, bringing his gauntleted left arm up across his chest. A hologram buzzed into being a few centimeters above it, and he silently tapped out commands...after a few seconds, a small - very small - list of names appeared.

"...The best I can give you is one squadron, plus myself. The majority of the Exploration Corps Aces have been filed down to a scant few after the crusades...all thats left are scouts and transport pilots...and they just simply aren't fighter pilots. We're a remedial Corps after all."

Eyeing Devlin, Arcturus arched an eyebrow.

"...Good to know that there are other pilots backing us up though. It's...been a while."

Inwardly, Arcturus' curiosity towards the cloaked man only intensified...he had access to Intelligence that would help them take out ships in the upcoming battle? Beyond that fact, he wasn't a master...not by the way he walked, or talked...this was a military man...a tactical man. This was a soldier...straight and to the point. Who was he? Arcturus didn't ask...nor did he care to know: he was already stepping a mite too far out of his comfort zone by volunteering for a battle of all things. No need to go prying and putting his nose where it didn't belong.

~“What is the point?”
“The point? No matter how miniscule it might seem, everything serves a purpose. Otherwise, it wouldn’t exist.”
“But they have denied our request for aid at every turn.”
“Eli, the protection of the universe is held sacred by two bodies: The Jedi Order and the Republic. Both have priorities and both have ways of doing things. The sooner you learn this, the sooner it will become easier.”

Vasdonna eye’s were a dark blue with a gray opaque film developing, his sight was to go soon. Nevertheless, he always seemed to enjoy gazing out into the stars, looking at the places he had never been. The blackness of space crept up against the hull of the small transport ship, the Jedi Master and Knight stood in close proximity after hearing the holorecording, watching the failure of sentiment flooding through the blue specter. While Vasdonna felt nostalgia for opportunities he would never embrace, the Zelosian felt the slightest tinge of fear for the thing his people considered the most profound evil: the night.

“Their priority is not…” Vasdonna waved his hand, cutting the young Jedi off.
“You do not know their priority. Despite our efforts, and contact with the Order and Republic, our request has been denied. They have bigger issues to deal with and we must settle with what we have. There is no need to linger.”

Eli had the growing sense that Zelos, and the Tyus sector, held little meaning to the body that governed the galaxy. And why should they, there was little income from his planet and what income they had could not be spared towards the relief of small islands struck by an outbreak of disease. It was survival of the fittest in its most atrocious form.

“Listen, apprentice. The universe is unfair, good people end up badly and bad people end up well off. It is not our duty to fight the natural order of things. What we strive to do is make a difference where we can. Such is the way of things.”~

There wasn’t much left to say in the High Council Spire. The election had been completed, the promotions and assignments were all but done, and the council members had decided that Kuat was to receive aid. Now, despite his lack of departure towards Kuat, Eli would do everything in his power to assist in the endeavors of his comrades. He would go to the Senate, he would plead with the Republic, he would tell them Sernpidal and Carida, and of plans towards Kuat, and potential threats towards Coruscant. With the cloud overhead threatening deluge, Eli knew that they would have to act.  They had to, he hoped.

Standing up from his seat, he gave a quiet nod to the council members and jedi who still remained, and departed from the room, silently deciding that he would speak to Syren on another date, when time and urgency allowed for such things.

Jade was intrigued by Syren and her problem, but she was not really sure where to go from there. "There are several points of view upon the Force, ultimately, I supposed it comes down to one's character and the choices one makes." She bit her lip, pondering something. She assumed that Syren knew people here, whether she was aware of them or not just yet was another issue. "I must find my padawan, but if you cannot find the answers you are searching for here on Coruscant, feel free to visit the Corellian Academy," she offered.