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Manaan is under attack. Kiukurilya of the Dark Council has launched a siege of the planet to enslave the Selkath and take the kolto for the Empire. The Republic has mobilized a defense…but will it be enough?

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The fate of the Selkath and their healing kolto lies in the balance.


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The X-21 Diplomatic Corvette soared through the stars, the stealth systems covering every inch of the vessel from sight, without so much as being a speck on any radar.
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“There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.” The words echoed inside of Jedi Shae Ti’era’s head, every syllable rippling away any vestige of unease that opted to take her from her calm, centering her to the galaxy around her, and her purpose in it. The Jedi Peacekeeper meditated inside of her dimly-lit quarters, her kneels resting on the ground with her palms against her thighs. She was already dressed in the professional three-piece diplomatic suit, that tiered into long black skirt.
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The purity of the Light Side breathed through her pores, leaving her visage with a natural, youthful glow. A soft, relaxed look had been situated to her face, though she found her eyebrows pressing down into a grimace. Something is wrong. She could feel the threads of life around her start to weave a disturbance, like a light showing the fresh stain on white linen. Itches began to attack in her mind’s eye - Danger. Worry. Betrayal. Pain. Lost.
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A low beep surfaced through the intercom and lured her eyes open, the alert of her ship’s auto-pilot nearing the destination. The Jedi rose from her meditation poise, let the soft sound of her shoes rap against the wood paneling towards the holo-terminal in the main hold. Her fingers worked the terminal for a moment, after the green of encyrption lit up, she hailed a communication to Waypoint Station Three, the empty diplomatic station orbiting Balmorra, the furthest thing away from the Imperial blockade in this area of space.
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The small, three-dimensional image of Shae Ti’era would come up on the other side, and she had expected the image of Secretary Eskella to come up. “Hello? Ms. Greyyr?” She said, an inquisitive tone to the tender tenor of her voice. “This is Shae Ti’era of the Jedi Order, is everything alright?”

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fatal accord.
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Yesterday at 07:56 am
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x-21 DIPLOMATIC CORVETTE

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<br>The interior of the diplomatic prototype features custom wood paneling and cushioned seating, and a luxurious central lounge with a gaming table and recessed food coolers, as well as a long-range communications holoterminal. Attached to the lounge is a medical bay, behind which is a spacious cargo bay. The ship also has a conference room, to accommodate both briefings and political engagements, and the bedroom of Shae Ti’era and another, albeit smaller room to serve as crew quarters with a few bunks.
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<font color="92beec"><b>DETAIL.</b></font>
<br>The X-21 Diplomatic Corvette is 80 meters in length and 94 meters in width. It is outfitted with the standard heavy laser cannons and compartment of missiles, with a considerably weak, but sensor-resistant exterior and unrivaled stealth system, as well as high-power sensor array that has the ability to scan the interiors of other ships, even over large distances. A stealthy, nimble ship with advanced, precision flight instruments, made for covert diplomatic engagements and speed, with low potential for surviving engagements with more powerful vessels.
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<br>A prototype that was created during the early stages of the war over a decade ago, and as the production of them were halted as the Republic's resources thinned and the Order and Military focused on war over diplomacy, there are only a few of them in existence. The ship is made for stealth transports and political accommodations more so than fighting, and in turn for it being low in offensive and defensive measures, it was built with a fully operation stealth system from both visual and technological detection. It has a voice command feature built into Shae's comlink.
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A lone vessel arched through the stars, the silver and sleek corvette just passing near the big, round blue of Manaan. Shae’s eyes couldn’t help but to tack onto it when it came into view. It had been weeks since the Empire’s attempted siege of the planet, but the steam of worry and loss was still fresh to her senses. Sometimes, it seemed like the push for peace and harmony was like a fool trying to drain an ocean, especially with tragedies like what happened to the entire House Thul of Alderaan.
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The Jedi Peacekeeper stilled her fingertips over the control panel of the cockpit, eyes closing for just a few moments. “There is no death, there is the Force.” The words came from the soft tenor of her voice like every bead of tension dissipated in the syllables. She let out a long, deserved breath to find her center. “I should stop and refuel, I’ll never reach Coruscant running this low.” A moment passed, her brows lifting with the blue of her eyes taking to the ceiling. “I should stop talking to myself too…”
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A look to her navicomputer showed her only one blimp in all the parsecs of black around her. And then her fingers worked the controls. The diplomatic cruiser took to a slow descent towards the unidentified space station, flowing through the open force field and landing in one of the last free docking spaces. She sighed before she got up - hopefully this was a refueling station.
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The Jedi’s footsteps began to rap down the metal docking ramp of her ship, her walk something of a marriage between goofy and girlish. Though her attire was more like a senator than anything else, with the white open-flapped three-piece suit and black tie, the double-length lightsaber attached at her left hip was a singing sign.
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The echo of her footsteps was the only sound, and the silence beneath it felt like the loom of a rancor at her back. Her eyes surveyed the left and the right as she wandered in, a skeptical look arching up one of the tapered, drawn-on brows. “Hello?” There was no answer - her voice resounded out like a disturbance in a forgotten, hollowed cavern. There were a few ships docked to the left of hers, two freighters that looked like they belonged in the outer rim and a transport with the name ‘Czerka Corporation’ in huge letters. It almost made her grimace.
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It looked like the apex of her walk would lead up to the double-sided staircase, an admissions booth and blast door at the very top. But there didn’t seem to be a worker there. She waited for a moment, a hand resting on her scalp. It surely didn’t take the Force to catch the whiff of something disturbing in the thick, stuffy air.

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the fine print.
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Sep 13 2017, 05:37 PM
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A story that could be a tragedy that breaks all the hearts involved, a well of hope that brings everyone back together, or a mystery - that’s up to your character.
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Jedi Peacekeeper and Pacifist, Shae Ti’era, had a master that was never found after the Battle of Ilum eight years ago. This was a man/woman that taught was there when she left her homeworld when she was a child, taught her almost everything she knows about the Force and was like her in the way of valuing peace and diplomacy, seeing violence as a last resort.
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But maybe that’s changed, maybe it hasn’t. Thought to be dead or worse, perhaps this Master could have been captured by the Sith at the start of the Battle and has been turned the Dark Side, becoming a person that has done things that Shae’s naive mind couldn’t even imagine. Perhaps they’ve become a slave to a Sith Lord on Dromund Kaas or some other world has been stayed true to the light after all this time, or maybe they’re just lost in some other fashion and survived. That’s up to your, something shocking that would make for an emotional ordeal and a life-changing experience for them both.
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This Master can be any gender or species, so long as in the past they were very diplomatic and peace-oriented. They’re probably around the age-range of 29+. Let me know if you’re interested. :)





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The victory of Manaan resounded throughout the entire galaxy with the much needed cheers from the Republic soldiers. But so few stopped to think of the cost of having that joy, hope and morale. The Force was rippled underneath every decibel of those cheers with the silent, but deafening waves of death.
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And there, even on the dreamy metropolis of Coruscant, the waves of death and pain washed over in silence. It was a shame that it had become normal to hear the boots of the Jedi healers squeaking all day and night as they hurried down the corridors of the Halls of Healing. It was a shame to walk past men and women who had forgotten what it had been like to see their face in the mirror without those dangling bags underneath their eyes, to see their medical droids strained to capacity. To take a sidelong at every room as you walked in-between chaos and see dirty, bloody sheets have to be reused because it was the last they had.
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The Ai’in Jedi Consular, Shae Ti’era felt as if she were being crushed in a maelstrom of agony, sadness, and sacrifice, swept in the midst of it like every bit of it was her own. She clasped her hands together over her waist and slowly pattered her boots through the halls, drawing in every vestige of those emotions that were souring into her and exhaled it out, finding her center.
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The exotic alien’s eyes turned to her side, looking down at a short, Quermian Jedi healer approaching her. “It’s good to have your help, Shae.” The niceties came out of his mouth in a hurry, his hand taking to her lower back at he sped up their walk. “We’ve got a Padawan from Manaan, we’re almost out of kolto and bacta. She could use your help.” He nodded at her for a moment as they reached the door, rounding the corner and falling in the chaotic flow of his duty. “I’ll take care of her.” She assured the man, though she wasn’t sure if he heard her before he was gone.
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Shae gave a polite knock to the door, waiting a moment before she pushed in the panel and slid the door open. Her feet could hardly step inside the room before sympathy sowed down her visage. A young brown-haired girl in a room of her own, a single medical bed in a room of her own, with a droid hovering around her. But it was different - it was as if the injuries she suffered were resounding out of her body in three separate shrieks.
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Shae’s wide, blue eyes looked on her with the type of soft, nurturing look that couldn’t be mimicked, as if they were promising that it would be alright. The door closed behind her as she found her way to the girl’s side. “Hey. My name is Shae.” She smiled on her, a gloved hand reaching onto her forearm with the gentlest of touches. Her voice was as soft as her presence. “How do you feel?”
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the cost.


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