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the jedi temple, yavin iv obi-wan kenobi & avar kriss (( @hetzalshero ))

           while in recent years obi-wan’s visits to the jedi archives had become due to the need of information rather than enjoying going through the information being kept there, as a padawan there was no other place where someone would find obi-wan, sure mostly because qui-gon was always looking for something, but obi-wan had always enjoyed getting lost in the jedi texts. it had been during one of those research assignments that obi-wan had come across the history of what had happened on hetzal prime. what the jedi had accomplished there, obi-wan could hardly stop talking about it, qui-gon of course with his never ending patience answered as many of obi-wan’s questions as he could. so when obi-wan learned that legendary jedi master avar kriss had come through the rift, he could not wait to meet her.

           ❝master kriss❞ obi-wan greeted the woman with a curt nod, ❝my name is obi-wan kenobi, i wanted to welcome you to the temple. we were slowly rebuilding until well, i am sure you’ve heard of the threat we are facing…❞ obi-wan was trying to stop himself from straight out asking her about her ability, in this moment that could very well be the only thing that could connect every jedi scattered across the galaxy.

she smiles at the introduction , recognizing both the name and spirit within the man. obi-wan kenobi , member of the council , as jocasta had told her. but more than that , there was something immediately that felt familiar in the force , as if they’d known each other once. perhaps he was just that exemplary of a jedi - he must be , if he was on the council - that his force presence had that effect. emerick caphtor’s had - maybe they shared the same gift. but that was a discussion for another time and with a fresher mind than the one they currently possessed , exhaustion seeping into her bones but sleep difficult nonetheless.

“ master kenobi. ” a faint smile crosses her face , and they incline their head slightly in greeting. “ what you’ve done with the order is impressive , regrowing not only the members but public opinion. ” it had been heartbreaking - and genuinely shocking - to learn of the fate the jedi had faced just a handful of generations after her time ; they still could barely believe what had become of the order. 

“ i’ve heard. ” they acknowledge his second comment as her smile fades , talk turning far more grim. “ i wish we could have met under better circumstances , and had time to discuss more than war. ” her gaze drifts for a moment , recalling not only the battle-torn time she’d left but the clone wars she’d read of - what the jedi had become then - before turning back to him. “ but we cannot make that happen unless we change the situation ourselves. which is what , i assume , you’ve come to talk to me about ? ”

#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads #STARLIGHT IN HIS EYES ; obi wan kenobi dynamic #avar vc hmmm this guy who is basically just my best friend reincarnate is somehow familiar hmmm

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the force here felt different , both on yavin and in this time - 8 aby. the words , the date , felt wrong on her tongue , foreign & unknown , despite the several weeks ( by her estimate ) that had passed since their emergence onto hetzal again. the song still sung to her through every life , figure & grain & root , no matter how miniscule or massive , but the tune had changed. when once the force had sung to avar kriss a song of hope and embracing , a light shining into every corner . . . now it haunted her , melody dark & twisting & creeping into every inch of her body and refusing to not rot , an ever permeating sense of loss steadfast in every system.

so much death , not just of the order - it made sense , the change , this galaxy - just one hundred and fifty years after avar remembered it - had suffered & seen so much.

avar hadn't meant to cut herself off from it , merely shield her mind from the dark that threatened the borders , first before starlight & refusing to leave now , growing ever persistent as the song grew ghostlier. but , she had - and thus the change in melody takes her longer to notice than most , a tune bent out of rhythm & rhyme.

but she had noticed , once the comms had burst to life - or , the local ones , still full of static , notifying the news and asking the jedi for assistance ; communications galaxy - wide had been overtaken & grids were collapsing , panic reigning.

avar kriss had not wanted to sing the song again so soon , but it lured her close , crooning in low tones for her help , a humming she could not beeswax - block from their ears.

so , the hero of hetzal did what she did best - sung the song & began to spin the web , connecting as many force - sensitives as they could. or , she would - all efforts must start with a single string.

“ this is jedi master avar kriss. we need help - where are you , jedi ? "

starter for any force sensitive , @galacticsopens

#STARFALL WATCHED ; starters #COMMUNICATIONS INTERRUPTED ; event

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madamejocastanu​:

   Jocasta smiled at the compliment, before lightly waving her hand. “I am of no higher station than anyone else. It was after all my fellow Jedi who put me into this role, something for which I will always be thankful. Serving the Order, there is no higher honor or privilege.” Even if right now serving meant she had to help lead the Order it what was seemingly going to be another war, with a rather dangerous alien species no one seemingly knew anything about. 

“I imagine the time you find yourself in now is quite different from the High Republic, if there is anything I can do to help illuminate what has happened, please let me know. I simply wish to help make your adjustment easier. I know I only missed about 27 years, and I feel so lost at times, you’ve missed several hundred years of time.”

kind , practiced  smile  creeps  onto  avar’s  lips  ,  one  of  diplomacy  more  than  community ,  nothing  but  name  &  order  tying  the  two  together -  and  a  familiar  gleam  in  jocasta’s  eyes  that  sent  pangs  through  their  heart  -  unwelcome  ones ,  now  ,  reminding  her  far  too  much  of  the  precocious  reath  silas  in  the  recordkeeper  here , over  a  hundred  years  after.  she  would  make  it  a  point  to  ask  what  history  had  done  to  her  companions ;  but  would  not  do  so  here , so  telling  of  attachment  and  a  long - gone  history  surely  few  remembered. well  ,  few  beyond  this  master  ,  who  seemed  to  know  something   of   avar ,  at  least. 

“ i  would  be  quite  thankful  for  access  to  your  records , ” the  jedi  requests , confidence  sliding  into  her  tone  despite  the  turmoil  that  brewed  beneath  her  skin ,  tugging  at  her  tongue  to  speak  words  that  were  far  more  true. “ although  from  what  i’ve  heard  of  the  jedi . . . how  many  remain ? ” 

the  query  hangs  in  air  a  moment  before  they  clarify  -   “ records ,  holocrons.  ” a  silence  ,  hesitation ,  fear  holding  the  words  internal.  “  but  also  jedi  -  how  small  has  the  order  become ? ” she  feared  what  she  had  been  told  to  be  true ,  that  the  small  enclave  on  yavin  was  the  last  of  them , no  longer  spread  across  the  galaxy  by  the  thousands. force , what  had  allowed  them  to  become  thus ?

#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads #ORDER KEPT ; jocasta nu dynamic

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“Tell them if they don’t do as you wish, you’ll become angry and use your magic.”

magic. avar hated that word , what it implied. she was no magician, no wizard - simply someone gifted in the force & devoted to it , life shaped by its path & its song. " it's not - " they stop themselves ; the lesson would be saved for another time. " i have something better. " silver and sea - foam hilt slides into their palm , magnificent green blade igniting with a signature hiss. although raised & trained in a time of peace , avar had found herself far less inclined to diplomacy in the last year ; that continued now , even far from starlight & the threats of drengir & nihil.

#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads #CHOSEN SON ; anakin skywalker dynamic #ASK MEME ; event

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"that's not quite how it works." the jedi responds, an edge of irritation in her tone. "i thought you'd know that." avar was a recent addition to this new order, but a welcome one, said to be gifted with a power akin to bastila's own battle meditation. she'd hoped the two could discover why she'd been so struggling with connecting to it lately, but instead . . . this. unfortunate, really, but bastila should have expected it. avar was a jedi, and had stayed with them longer than bastila had; she could see the reflection of her own self in the other woman, another path walked. she'd probably be like this, too, if time had carried on without revan or the rift's interference.

" they spoke of you like a legend. " the older woman retorts , echoing the sentiment. " i thought that meant you'd be able to help. " jedi didn't perform miracles , but there were some among them gifted far beyond the rest. bastila shan had been that . or so she'd been told. the woman in this time was young , likely half a decade younger than avar , and had with her all the impetuousness of youth . she wasn't the jedi master the order had compared her to , speaking in rapid tones about a power that had not been seen in centuries. " i'm starting to think they stretched some truths. "

#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads #THE SONG THAT BINDS US ; bastila shan dynamic #no don't worry i love being petty on main

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an apologetic smile crosses her face at his words , sympathy & emotion painted across her features. the pain around her was piercing , sighing & calling through the force even from those with no awareness of it ; they were all connected. this boy’s pain , too , sang clear to her , his anguish low & humming in her head. “ im sorry , ” she begins , attempting to meet his downcast gaze. “ are you alright ? ”

trever flume ft. anyone! ( @galacticsopens​ )

Trever hated Medbays. It felt like he’d been stuck in that one for another lifetime, endlessly waiting for news about Roan. Of course he wasn’t allowed to really go inside, because he wasn’t family in the medic’s eyes. (had they ever heard that family’s more than blood? probably not) Alone in his corner, he was not in a good mood — but was good at pretending he was just waiting. Until he felt a gaze lingering on him, making Trever feel uneasy. That was an old habit of living on the streets — life was better for him if he stayed hidden. And trouble came when people looked at him that long. “don’t just stand there, looking at me,” he told the stranger, trying his best to hide how scared he was.

#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads

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worn brown robes drape her form , burnt & blazed with the fallen station she’d found herself far away from , a vast infinity of space & ages gone between them now. the news of a new order had done much to revitalize the spirits of the golden jedi ; fear of her people’s destruction & news of that truth had torn a hole within her , scorched her soul. the name uttered from the older woman’s lips rang no note of recognition in her mind , but the song the force sang of her was coated in familiarity , an instinctual connection.

“ master nu , ” she greets with the edge of a smile , a nod of her head. “ it is wonderful to meet you as well. not only to be reunited with other jedi , but someone of your station. ” a keeper of the archives & member of the jedi council ; she was accomplished indeed. her tutelage & years with the jedi would likely help explain the jedi’s downfall to avar , explain how much the galaxy had changed in her time gone.

   She knew that many people from many places were being brought about because of the Emperor’s Rift, but to have a Jedi from so long ago standing before her, it was so fascinating. So much history was standing right before her, yes Masters Yoda, and Rancisis and Sinube had known her, but it was different because she knew them, they didn’t seem to be far off historical figures. 

“Master Kriss, it is an honor to finally get to meet you. I am Jocosta Nu, a current member of the Jedi Council, and Keeper of the Archives. You will make for a valuable addition to the Order in its current form.” 

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#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads #ORDER KEPT ; jocasta nu dynamic #very proud of that tag pun

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star wars: the high republic issue #2

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#THE LIGHT OF THE JEDI ; visage #GOLDEN ERA ; origins

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the golden moon of hetzal had not done much to provide answers. it teemed with life, but none of the melodies she was used to humming; it was as if the chorus of the force here had been rewritten, replayed. the baseline remained, but the whole of it was entirely new, entirely different. 

the population had not done much to provide answers, much to avar’s un-jedi-like irritation. her people lay beyond the system, she was told. they spoke nothing of the accelerated rebirth the planet seemed to have experienced, nor of the tragedy that must have been sweeping the holonet ( starlight had been a pinnacle of the republic, and its fall still filled her with sorrow & memories of death, but above all fear - she could not sense elzar or stellan in the force, and she refused to consider what that meant ). what was perhaps the most odd of all was the lack of recognition in their faces, the dull in their eyes where there should have been a spark. she’d been on this world, knew these people. but there was no recognition in her face or in theirs. it was as if the planet had been replaced in an instant; but that wasn’t possible. it shouldn’t have been. it wasn’t.

the one thing that remained clear was this: answers lay off world. so there she would seek them. if only a transport off the agricultural moon could be found. 

so when a ship finally arrives ( days of waiting feeling months within her mind, accompanied by the anxiety & fear of unknowing ), avar is determined to claim a spot aboard it ( choosing to objectively ignore the fact that it did not appear to be a civilian transport - in fact, she didn’t recognize the model at all ).  

“excuse me.” she begins, approaching the dark-worn figure disembarking, raising a friendly hand in common greeting. “are you,” a glance behind the figure at the ship resting in the small docking bay, “offering passage off world?” and an explanation, force willing. 

starter for @mvchinery with the emperor’s hand smuggler mara jade.

#SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads #im so sorry that this is so long please don't feel pressured to match length

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galaxywon·:

The  Force  has  been  his  guide  for  as  long  as  he  could  remember.  His  only  confidant  when  he  was  just  a  child,  too  focused  on  proving  his  worthiness  to  make  more  than  one  friend.  Now  however,  even  The  Force  has  betrayed  him.  The  Count  Dooku  these  people  knew  was  a  slave  to  The  Dark  Side.  In  his  own  time  it  had  been  just  in  nightmares.  He  had  no  intention  of  staying  in  the  Jedi  Order  before,  with  his  former  padawan  murdered  and  the  Jedi  Council  so  focused  on  the  politics  that  they  didn’t  see  the  true  danger  that  laid  ahead.  That  did  not  mean  that  he  was  destined  for  The  Dark  Side.  Now  he  would  not  even be  welcome  in  his  home  from  childhood.  Of  that,  he  was  sure.  Musings  could  only  last  so  long  though,  and  he  looked  up,  sensing  something  in  The  Force  almost  immediately.  Friend  or  foe?  Since  returning,  the  latter  was  much  more  common.  As  he  ignites  his  lightsaber,  the  blue  is  visible  while  little  else  is  in  the  deserted  alley  way.  “  I  am  not  looking  for  trouble.  “  

the sight & song of his saber is an immediate comfort, hum of bright blue illuminating & filling the space between them. no well-practiced hands of her own move to grasp her own saber despite the familiar hum of her green crystal calling in response to his own; although pale eyes watch him with an edge of caution. 

“neither am i.”

her words are soft, kind & light. no edge of menace nor threat of violence hangs over her, cast in his direction. she’d never had reason to distrust a jedi, and his melody in the force gave her no reason to begin now. 

“my name is jedi master avar kriss. may i ask who you are?” his face rings no recognition in her mind, his song unfamiliar & tune gone unwritten in her time. his blade, however, marks him distinctly as jedi - & perhaps then he would know what happened to the rest.

#ORDER FALLEN ; count dooku dynamic #SONG OF THE FORCE ; threads

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The Force will be with us all, one way or another

#THE LIGHT OF THE JEDI ; visage #GOLDEN ERA ; origins

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#THE LIGHT OF THE JEDI ; visage

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― sunbeam-painted, she sings in the force, melody humming & binding the threads of the galaxy, stitching the seams & songs. starlight fills her eyes, the hum of green kyber a crescendo & a hope for those long-lost. as stars & moons fall, the hero of hetzal rises to meet them.

EVAN RACHEL WOOD // have you met AVAR KRISS yet? SHE/THEY is a 30 year old DEMIWOMAN HUMAN. they’re originally from CORUSCANT and now show loyalty to THE JEDI ORDER. they are best known for being a JEDI MASTER, and i hear they’re pretty COMPASSIONATE yet also IMPETUOUS at times; i hope they survive the galactic civil war.

the past ; the golden age.

avar kriss, the masters would murmur. prodigy, as she apprenticed under cherff maota. light, as she was knighted, alongside stellan gios & elzar mann. but never hope - for they did not need one then. did not think of needing one.

but when they did, she became it.

in the year 232 bby, when the emergences began, avar kriss sang the song of the force & united the jedi above hetzal and beyond, saving the planet from near-destruction.

given the role of marshal of starlight beacon, the light of the jedi defended the outer rim from the villainous nihil & parasitic drengir alongside blazing blades of every color; jedi united in harmony & destiny.

into danger in that service, away from another. chasing the great progenitor, her light is not there to be extinguished at the republic fair on valo - nor to shine as a beacon & unite the forces. searching for lourna dee, the believed eye of the nihil, her song in the force does not echo through the whole halls of starlight when her station called.

& then, the call comes. and with it, unprecedented disaster that no jedi can stop. not even the marshal, split by disaster & ambush & anguish, helpless but to hear the notes of friends fade.

the present ; 8 aby.

as starlight beacon falls, space closes in. a cacophony of discordant notes & systems out-of-tune floods the force . . . then it is silent.

a beat, blissful. a bell tolls midnight on a system far from here. & then the screams begin again.

standing on hetzal, the planet they had saved now-centuries ago once-again growing grains, avar kriss can do nothing but listen as an unfamiliar enemy butchers hundreds, songs silenced in an instant by a rest in the music, a haunted, twisted silence.

no familiar tune thrums through the force, just harsh death of beings she cannot name nor will ever be able to. and a void, pressing & dark. and all too familiar.

#THE HERO OF HETZAL ; info #galactics.intro #minor spoilers for the high republic under the cut !