Residential Area

Coruscant’s Jedi Temple, Residential Area – Garrek’s Roomy Room

Her name is Cherry Mesmer Avatar. At least, that is what she will tell you it is, but throughout time, she has been known by many names. Here, on Coruscant, even in the modern age of so-called enlightenment, she has been regarded as a celestial angel, a being from a supernatural plane mortals can scarcely begin to comprehend. Her face is easily recognizable for its cheerful and constant smile, such as now, as she quietly watches Garrek Lars Kanos in his slumber. She is sitting crosslegged right next to him, resting her chin on her palms. Garrek Lars Kanos, she thinks, it is time...she touches a glowing fingertip to his forehead and fills him with energy, as if he has slept a full night’s rest.

“Awaken!” She says with a soft giggle, the room is brightened by her ethereal glow, blanketing the room in a soft color and light. A soothing as well as strengthening sensation emanates from her and her light. Garrek would recognize her from faint memories of something concerning her in a book or holovid. But he would not likely remember that they have met before...when he experienced or came to the doors of death. She greeted him then, and guided him...back to the living. Of that incident, he would only remember vaguely that she is strikingly familiar. But other than that, there is an honest-to-goodness young girl sitting comfortably right next to him on the bed.

And he might have thought this kind of things wouldn’t start until ten days from now...

"Hi there!" The girl greets with great mirth, giggling away. She's either fascinated with a good looking man, just a very happy person...or she's high on something.

Money's probably on the latter.

She looks definitely younger than even eighteen, and her attire presently looks like someone who's very much at home with her surroundings and even pajama-like. She grins up at him, allowing her ethereal glow to illuminate the room a little more, and for it to quickly become obvious that she is far more than just a young girl, and strangely, not a Jedi, as what she appears to be doing can't quite be sensed in the Force, but is felt more through life itself. Like having a direct source of power instead of something vague and all-encompassing as the Force. Her smile brightens up more, if that is possible.

"It's been some time since we last met." She says, leaning back a little, and then there seems to be a sensation of a shift in balance.

"Your life is filled with so much wonder and adventure. Funny isn't it?" She is suddenly standing at his right. Or rather, Garrek hears her voice to his right, and if he turns to look at the girl now standing next to him, the one on the bed disappears as soon as she's out of his peripherals.

She just gives him one of the prettiest, most cheerful smiles ever seen, and then tilts her head to the left, until it’s completely tilted...well, no one can say she doesn’t have a flexible neck. Because that’s almost inhumanly flexible; normal people would have severe whiplash and possibly broken vertebrae by now. She’s studying him, and doing something really weird with her eyebrows. They’re...for lack of a more perfect description, dancing. Like the GIF picture in this profile’s avatar, or the signature picture below this post. Oh yeah, that’s totally her by the way, if you can’t tell.

“Oh,” she says softly, that pretty smile never leaving her lips, “You really don’t remember me. That’s okay, it happens to most people who come back.”

She then goes silent, and just smiles at him, but then Garrek hears her voice...somewhere else again. “This place is changing. The fates of the galaxy will soon be coming to a head...” She’s now standing at the window, looking outside, hands clasped behind her back. While her voice clearly speaks, the smiling girl before him is not moving at all. And of course, Garrek can easily surmise, that if he looks away, he’ll see that she is standing at the window as described, and of course, the one that he is facing will undoubtedly disappear the moment she is out of his peripheral view. The one at the window turns around and looks at him, continuing her dialogue, “Coruscant will be swept up by the winds of change, and you’ll be at the heart of it.”

She saunters up to him in a...cute way? She is definitely not trying to be seductive, and even if she is, Garrek can be confident that he would see a Jailbait alarm in neon red that will appear over her head. While leaving him flustered, she takes his hand and shakes it, as if he had given her his hand, “Cherry Mesmer Avatar.” She says, revealing her name at last to Garrek, in response to his controlled outburst – so as to keep the peace, and this conversation, just between him and her – asking her who she is. “You are Garrek Lars Kanos, born February 14 (I know that doesn’t make sense here, but there it is), on Chandrila, age twenty-seven. You are a Jedi Knight.”

Evidently, someone has been reading her holonet gossip columns. Has to be, right? Jedi Knight, well, hey, it’s a Jedi Temple, what would you expect to find in a Jedi Temple? Sith Lords? The knight title could have been a lucky guess. But what about the other details? And why is she still holding his hand? Hey, what is she doing? She’s dangling his hand like a rag doll, looking at it curiously. “Hmm! You’ve grown very strong since the first time I saw you, when you were born...”

Uhm...duh? It’s what happens when a person grows up right? Is this girl retarded? HEY! Did she say she was there when Garrek was born???

Cue the anticipated double take.

Just after the Meeting at the High Council Spire

Kel'Al glanced uncertainly in both directions as he exited the lift on an unfamiliar level of the Coruscant Jedi Temple's residential area. Master Dewe had invited him to discuss the situation with the planet Vortex and its fanatical ruler, Seleevan Khar, and the Corellian was grateful for the High Council member's time. But he hadn't set foot inside the Temple on Coruscant for several years, and there had been at least two damaging attacks on the building since his last visit. The new renovations were beautiful, but they were also disorienting.

Spotting Devlin's quarters at last, he paused, then rapped softly on the door.

The young Corellian's face cracked into the well-renowned crooked smile of his planet, and stepped inside, sinking wearily onto the couch. His faced still showed some traces of the sleepless night on Vortex a few days prior. "Thank you, Master Dewe." He sighed, and glanced at the side table. "I know that much of the council's time and attention is taken up with the rumors of war with the Mandalorians, but Corellia and her neighbors has faced it's own threat. We were attacked by forces belonging to a Sith warlord named Seleevan Khar, and several Jedi were kidnapped. In an effort to rescue our captured friends, I led a small team in a covert rescue operation to his capital planet, Vortex. We needn't have bothered, as Khar released the prisoners of his own accord, and sent them home with a carefully crafted peace offer to Corellia. An offer, I might add, that may be politically risky for the Jedi to oppose."

His grin melted away as he got to the more somber part of the adventure. "And yet, the taint of the dark side hangs over all of this, in ways that remains hidden from me. The classified medical report from one of our ex-captives indicated that he had been tortured, although he himself has said very little about what happened. I'm not sure he even knows, and so I have refrained from asking. The Masters want him to heal, and to prove himself once more as a Jedi, before we pry too deeply. It is important that he move forward, rather than dwelling on the past and seeking revenge."

He paused, thinking how to summarize the situation. He knew Devlin was every bit as busy as he was. "But I'll make this short. I have two primary areas which I wish to bring to the attention of the High Council." He reached within his robes and produced a datacard. "First, here is a copy of all the data our team gathered while on the ground on Vortex. It isn't much, but I believe it's the first time in years that we've gotten any first-person data from that planet. Second, I wish to warn you about Khar. He wants attention, and I still don't know why. Given his dark side allegiances, we can assume it is ultimately a trap, but there is wisdom in keeping one's enemies close. He may yet be useful to us."

Devlin listens intently.  He sits in a chair, silent until Kel'Al finishes his report.

The rescue of prisoners was near and dear to Devin's heart.  He, himself, had once risked life and limb to infiltrate a slave ring by members of the old Kashyyyk Sith Academy.  But those days were long past.  His duty to the Order kept him busy.  

Devlin takes the datacard and peruses its information.

"This is indeed a dark time for the Jedi Order.  But we cannot let ourselves become so focused on one issue that we become blind to another.  Seleevan Khar, yes, I have heard the name.  Is he not known as the "Beast of Vor"?"  

The Cardooinian rubs his clean-shaven chin.

"Keeping tabs on him may ultimately prove wise.  If we know better his plans, we can better adjust to any traps he might try and spring.  Do you have any plans to keep him close or shall I ask the Council their opinion and dispatch a team to keep the Order informed?"

He knew, if Kel'Al had no plans, either the Shadows or the Watchmen would be up for the task...but which the High Council wanted to use, he'd need to find out.