The Hunt for the Lost Jedi

[Empress Padme]

15 Years has passed since the female Exile left for the Unknown Regions. Nothing has been heard from her or Revan, male Jedi Knight, she went in search to help against the 'True Sith'. Until one day an urgent message arrives clearly stating Revan and the Exile need help be it Jedi, Republic, or even Sith.....

[SkywalkerRules]

Trina Gormo, the young Jedi apprentice of her old Jedi Master, Luna Balu, sits in the forest of Endor alone, meditating. As she continues to meditate, she hears a whisper in the Force.

 

"Help me."

 

Trina opened her bluish-green eyes. She felt that the whisper came from an Exile... and Revan. She got up, and look around. The tree leaves were rustling, and the wind blew gently. Trina smiled faintly. Then she turned around, heading towards her Jedi starship.

[Empress Padme]

Bastila had just docked on Telos. Her mother had finally succumbed to her illness after a long time battling it.She longed for Revan to be there to help her through this tough time.

 

Then she felt through the Force a desperate cry - Revan.She clutched her chest. It couldn't be after all these years.

[Alexander the Great]

Light years away, a man was inside of a Republic starfighter, his own. The ship, battered and rusted, drifted through space, asteroids and wreckage surrounding it.

 

Bastila... Carth.... Anyone... Revan calls to you. Please... Come to him. You... know where to find him.

 

The telepathic thoughts echoed past the void of space in front of him, but whoever heard it, he knew not. His eye sockets were dark, scars painting his body. Now, as he gazed upon more wreckage, and a large, green sphere, he clung to the Force. It was the only thing that was keeping him there, but he only hoped that someone would find him first. Anyone.

[JoeDoe 2.0]

The sun shone brightly on the world of Commenor, the breeze was gentle and there were no clouds to be seen in the sky, it was a good day.

Meditating under a tree, Jedi Knight Marko Nastos enjoyed his free time concentrating on the Force, letting his mind flow free from his body and listening to the galaxy's ripple of life. After some order had been restore to the republic, the Jedi had flourished again under the New Jedi Council, compose from both Master Revan and the Jedi exile's Jedi companions. Markos himself had been given a role on the New Order: to seek potential Jedi from some force sensitive new born in his homeworld.

 

In his free time he took the time to meditate or simply relax, he read some old books or watched holonews. He had found 3 potential candidates that could be accepted as Jedi, but the hardest part was going to convince their parent to-

 

There was a sudden disturbance in the Force, something like an echo, coming from a far away place. Marko tried to listen to it, but the flow was weak, and then he sensed a familiar presence: it was Revan, the Jedi who had saved him from certain death, but he had died, he had heard Revan died, but if this presence was him....

 

He took out his comlink, set it to frequency 841 and tried to communicate with the other Jedi, "This is Jedi Knight Markos Nastos calling all Jedi Masters, a faint but yet powerful disturbance has occurred in the Force. I believe is from Revan, who was though dead. I'm returning to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, I request an audience with you there. Markos signing off."

 

As soon as he had finished transmitting, he went to the nearest spaceport to recover his personal ship and was en route to Coruscant, hoping the Masters had some kind answers to his ever growing list of questions.

[Empress Padme]

Bastila was on her way to Coruscant to meet with the other Masters.Her mind reeling from Revan's call for help.So many years had past would they even recognize each other. So many things had happened since he left.Most of all she wondered why now?

[Alexander the Great]

The ravaged starfighter descended now, the man within clutching the controls with his injured hands. As a planet's features came into view, the man gained some hope. That was rare for him, though it used to be the only thing that kept him going. As the ship started to go faster, being pulled into the planet's atmosphere, trees came into view. He engaged the landing gear, knowing that it wouldn't help much in his fighter's condition.

 

It's hard to believe I could take out Basilisk war droids in this thing, at one point.

 

That was a long time ago. That was before his fall.

 

The scorching metal of the hull touched down onto some trees, and then it finally scraped against a forest floor and spun for a few seconds before it slowly stopped. The man, once known as Revan, rested his head on the back of his seat. Suddenly, something that amazed him happened. The hollow wound in his Force connection was filled somewhat, and he had some energy. Perhaps it was the natural flow of Force on this unknown world. Whatever it was, he found the strength to open the cockpit and slip outside, onto the planet surface below.

[Empress Padme]

Keira Twilight went over to her Master Bastila Shan.

 

" Are you certain Revan is still alive?" she asked her Master.

 

" Yes. I believe I would know, I would feel his death.Revan and I are Force bonded. After all these years ....." Bastila paused then continued in a stern voice." He's not dead."

 

Bastila looked out one of the shuttle's windows.She closed her eyes.'Revan ,I'm coming.' she said through the Force, hoping their bond was still strong enough for it to reach him.

[Alexander the Great]

Revan put his hand up to his head. A chill, a shock, had just ran through his mind. It wasn't a disturbance in the Force, but more of a transcendence, though still of the Force. It was a Force bond- Bastila's and his.

 

The words were barely audible, let alone the voice speaking them, but he could tell from the essence and connection. She had heard him, and she would come.

 

Bastila... Reach for me, touch me through our bond. You can reach me where I stand, in the depths of space. Do not fear it, I'm still here.

[Rogue Warrior]

The Nar Shaddar Red Sector wasn’t a place one would expect to find a Republic soldier, a female one at that. Yet Matala Logan was one to do the unexpected, whether it be support the Jedi in a time they were hated or seek out leads in this bantha pit of the city. She listened to the Ithorian’s directions to where she wanted to go, slipping the alien some credits when he had finished.

At least this isn’t depressing like other parts of Nar Shaddar. The commando was grateful for not seeking out information in the Refugee Sector, at least not yet. A passerby interrupted her thoughts; her trained senses ready to react as he reached into the vest he was wearing.

“Hey, you wanna buy some death sticks?” Matala’s answer to the slimy proposal was to snatch the drugs from the peddler and smash them to the ground.

“No,” she growled. She kept her angry glare on the spice pusher, daring him to react. He saw the muscled arms that looked big enough to rip him in half and slowly backed away. Paying him no further thought Matala continued her search, the place she was looking for easy to spot thanks to a pair of female Twi’leks standing outside, looking at her with a predator’s gaze. Neither of them was who she was looking for however so she looked their skimpy clothing up and down, gave a quick smile and nod and moved on inside. Behind the counter was a third Twi’lek who looked like who Matala was looking for.

“Welcome to Nar Shaddar…Captain,” she said in her native tongue when Matala showed her ID. “I could have one of our male escorts tend to your needs if that is what you would like.”

“Actually,” Matala said, knowing the Twi’lek wasn’t who she was after, “I need to see your boss.” She made her way to the door behind reception.

“I’m afraid that is not possible.” The Twi’lek got up to keep Matala from entering. “I could arrange a time for you to see him if you give me your name.”

“Your date for tonight.” Matala wrapped her up in a bearhug. As the Twi’lek squirmed to get out she loosened her grip, enough to let the woman know she wasn’t going to hurt her. “Easy.” Matala set her down away from the door and went through before the Twi’lek could stop her. Inside was yet another Twi’lek, this one male.

“What is this?” he asked, rising from his chair. Matala went over and pushed him back down. “This is a legitimate establishment, you can check with the Republic.”

“I’m not here about that.” Matala reached in and pulled out a hologram, which showed a Twi’lek girl, about fifteen. “Have you seen her at all?” she asked, leaning over him and placing a foot on the desk. The Twi’lek knew he wasn’t going anywhere and thought for a moment.

“I don’t recognize her,” he replied.

“You never sought her out at all?” Matala pressed.

“We don’t make a habit of seeking out children.” The Twi’lek fought to not be offended by the suggestion. “As I said this is all legal.”

“She would be about twenty years older now,” Matala informed him.

“No then.”

“How about you?” Matala turned her head a little in the direction of the female receptionist.

“She…” her hostage began.

“…Can speak for herself,” Matala finished for him, waiting for a reply.

“No.” The Twi’lek shook her head, fearful that the commando would hurt her.

“But you’ll let the Republic know if you do see her,” Matala said as a statement of fact.

“I don’t think she would be interested in an establishment such as this.”

“You’ll let them know,” Matala told him firmly, leaving the holo and turned to leave. She looked at the pair of Twi’leks outside again but as interested as they might have been they felt it much safer for their well being for Matala to make the first move. Instead she placed a hand to her ear. “Logan, negative on Nar Shaddar.” She figured the Refugee Sector could be given a miss and instead chose to see if the Jedi had found anything.

 

 

As her silver lightsaber pierced through the rubble of what remained after the Mandalorian assault all those years ago Aran Hunter, the Jedi Exile, began to understand how deeply Revan was moved to defy the Order.

As his general she had fought on Duxn, on Sorroco, and Malechor, but never here, not on the Cathar’s home world. Running a hand through her blonde hair as she looked at what used to be a Cathar child’s room, Aran was grateful for Revan not subjecting her to this.

“Don’t look much like a Jedi now,” she mused, the suit she wore filthy with black soot from blasted out shelters. She paused for a moment in case anyone heard her. As much of a distaste it left in her mouth she was wearing an outfit very similar to the one she found on Peragus, distasteful in that she wanted to leave the past behind and as bad as this was Jedi robes, even the gray ones she found, were worse of a reminder. Bearing witness to the destruction that the Mandalorians had left made her certain of the hatred and obsession Revan had, more so than she ever did, and at the Council for not acting. That she knew all too well, the anger at the Jedi. Anger at being cast out, anger at being betrayed and anger at one in particular, Atris, who ever since the Mandalorian wars wanted her dead.

Might she still be alive? she wondered. The last Aran saw of the fallen Jedi was when she left her at the mercy of her Sith holocrons fifteen years ago. She could still hear her begging for mercy even now and have often wondered if it was the right thing to do. She was a Sith, she reasoned, equally angry at always having to run, Master Vash’s death, Nihilous, Sion, the Sith acting as if she was their master when she entered the Trayus Academy…and Kreia. It seemed to be a common theme, anger. And pain, the scars from Malechor where Aran cut herself off from the Force. Ever since she had questioned Revan’s motives there, the stories about his motives. To her it was hard to believe that Revan would simply sacrifice his followers like that, he wasn’t anything like that even when he became the Dark Lord. And even if he had become that obsessed with ending the Mandalorians, something that was possible given what Aran saw before her was his motivation, he wouldn’t have used her as a patsy in using the Mass Field Generator. Not for the first time she wondered if Revan knew, how he might have been able to escape the pain she felt, reaching out in the hope of finding some trace, but all she felt was the horror of battle and slaughter that occurred here and pulled back. This was a waste of time; Revan wouldn’t have come to this dead world.

“Nothing,” she hissed. Aran would have to set her sights on looking beyond the galaxy, again. That was a road she had been down before, following leads from Revan’s home world of Deralia, or so he believed, to where there had been men similar to the description she and those who served with Revan gave to worlds on the Outer Rim. But so far there had been nothing of whom Aran once thought of as a fellow Jedi, a worthy leader, and perhaps even a friend. “Empty, empty, empty.”

[SkywalkerRules]

As Trina's starship flew to Coruscant, she spotted a shuttle nearby. A Jedi shuttle. She sensed Bastila's presence in it. Bastila was like a heroic Jedi to Trina, and she was like a role model to her also. The young woman smiled.

 

She decided to comlink Bastila... if she heard. "Hello? This is Jedi Knight Trina Gormo. You might not know me, Bastila, but I've heard many things about you. Is it okay if I join your mission? I have something important to tell you."

 

Trina was too timid to meet Bastila, because she was the coolest Jedi of all time.

[JoeDoe 2.0]

As his ship excited hyperspace and Coruscant appeared before him, Markos could feel the presence of many Jedi on the planet. He made his descent, giving his ID signature ansecurity clearance to CorSec. The planet hadn't changed much since his departure: The city still was as noisy and crowded as before. As he reached the temples hangar, he noticed a familiar presence.

 

Seems Master Shan is here he thought, and went to the see the Council

[Empress Padme]

Bastila exited the shuttle.She looked at one of the Jedi Knights that accompined her and said." Go find Trina Gormo and tell her she can join the mission."

 

The Jedi Knight bowed and went on his way.Bastila looked around. On the outside she appeared composed and maybe even a little cocky but inside her emotions were ever changing.Furious,happy,sad,confused , she was all of them.'Revan ,when I find you,you have a lot of explaining to do' she muttered under her breath and headed into the chambers.

[Alexander the Great]

Revan heard the last transmission and smiled. "That's Bastila alright." he said in a quiet voice. His thoughts were then interrupted by an abrupt crashing sound in the distance, in the trees. It was following by a monstrous roar, which echoed through the barrier of trees. Revan reached for his utility belt, where his dented and scratched lightsaber hung. It was battle-damaged from his time spent battling Malak's forces and his treacherous dive into the Unknown Regions, but it was as reliable as the day he built it in the enclave on Dantooine.

 

The field of trees he was staring at was ripped apart by an enormous creature. It had rough, armored skin that was gray like the crashed war machines on Malachor, with dark red eyes that had an almost evil look.

 

Revan flipped the emitter side of his lightsaber upwards, and a green blade shot up from it.

[JoeDoe 2.0]

((OOC: a lot of trees huh?))

 

As Marko walked to the Council chamber, he noticed more padawans an learners in the hall. This is starting to look like a nursery, we are going to need more teachers to keep up with the training, I do hope i don't get that job ( )

 

But all in all, new faces meant new Jedi to maintain the peace. As he continued to walk, he noticed that many of the padawans were staring at him. Marko was about to ask what was wrong when he remembered that he was still wearing his odd robe, which had no hood and went up to his nose, covering his mouth and neck. He decided that kids would be kids and continued on, but as he did, Markos could hear some padawans gossiping:

 

"Perhaps he's embarrassed by his looks, I bet he looks like a Ronto's butt"

"Maybe he has a mole or something"

 

Something in Marko snapped. Ronto's butt, heh? I'll show them!! I'll use Force Mind control to then suddenly he realized that he himself was acting like a child. I have a better idea

 

He went over to them, and they immediately looked at him with funny faces. "I could not help but hear your comments little ones, are you curious of what I have under my robe?"

 

They nodded a yes.

 

"Well" he immediately went into scary face mode "I have a big mouth with razor sharp teeth that I use to eat people that make fun of me, wanna see??"

 

The children screamed in fear and went running in search for their Master. Marko got a little chuckle out of it. "For some reason I feel a little dark" he said, but just kept walking until he saw a familiar face.

 

"Master Shan" he said as he slightly bowed in respect. "I'm glad you could make it. Is there anybody else coming?"

[CountVerilucus]

Sefton set was in the cargo bay of his ship, docked at Corusant. He was eyeing a metallic gray box, running his hand over it smiling. The anticipation inside was at boiling point to glimpse at what was inside. He set his cigarette down and opened it gently. Inside were numerous neatly stacked Republic credit bills.

 

"Ten thousand untraceable of Republic hard currency." He said to himself. Another grin forming on his face.

[Empress Padme]

" I believe some may scatter in but we can begin. I will not delay this meeting just because people can't show up on time." Bastila said." However I do need a few minutes to myself.I shall go meditate by myself.Not to be interrupted." she ordered.

 

Bastila found an area where there was no one in and assumed the meditating postition.

 

" Come on Revan.Where are you ? Give us something more to go on.Anything.Is that schutta...I mean the Exile with you? " she said through the Force.She sensed fear and began to use her Battle Meditation.

[Rogue Warrior]

Matala stepped on the shuttle, tossing a drink in her hand as she made her way to the Jedi Temple. She knew that she was a nobody in the grand scheme of things but it didn't matter, she might be able to find a way to help them, and if muscling a lightsaber or vibrosword through someone better than any of them could wasn't what they were looking for then maybe there were new leads the commando could follow. Looking around Matala sensed that there was something going on, with Padawans milling about as though something was going down. She took a sip and looked at one of the Jedi, a questioning look on her face.

"Jedi business?" she asked.

[SkywalkerRules]

Trina walked in the Jedi Temple with the other Jedi Knight guiding. As soon as she got in, the Jedi Knight bowed to her. "I sense that Master Shan is busy. Why don't you meet the other Jedi."

 

The young woman smiled brightly. "Thank you. I'm honored." As the other Jedi left, Trina saw a young man, waiting for something. She walked up to him. "Hello. I'm Jedi Knight Trina Gormo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

 

((I'm meeting JoeDoe first, if it's okay. ))

[JoeDoe 2.0]

((OOC:Sure! But you will be meeting my friend too))

 

Marko was thinking about what he had done to the little ones. I hope I don't get a scolding from their Master, it would be bad for my record

 

As his mind was thinking what to do next, he noticed a fellow Jedi approaching him, he did not need to look, because he already knew who it was.

 

"There you are!" said Melissa Grandar, a fellow Jedi Knight and one of Marko's best friend. "Can you imagine what you have done? The younglings are scared and crying like theres no tomorrow!"

 

For some kind of reason, Melissa always acted like Marko's big sister. "It was an innocent joke!" he said in his defense "Besides they said that I looked like a Ronto's bu--"

 

Melissa slapped Marko's head, "THEY ARE CHILDREN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!" she said, with a little hint of frustration. Marko always ended up doing something either dumb or stupid, but he still was her friend no matter what. "You better go to the training wing later and talk to them and their Master, ok?"

 

"You got it" Marko replied, glad that he got of easy. "Are you here for the meeting too?" he finally said

 

"Yeah, but first I'm going to the mess hall to get some breakfast, wanna come?" she offered

 

"In a few minutes, I'm waiting for Master Shan. You just go ahead, I'll be there"

 

"You better be, don't be too late" she warned and leaved

 

As his loud mouthed friend was gone, Marko stood outside the Council Chambers, waiting for the other Masters to show up, when a Jedi approached him and introduced herself. Is she here for the meeting too? But she looks like a kid! She must be a new Jedi Knight then

 

"I'm Jedi Knight Marko Nastos, at your service" he said with a polite bow. "Are you waiting for somebody too?"

 

[[Nastos is kinda confused because Skywalker's character looks like a teenager and not a Knight]]

[SkywalkerRules]

((Okay. ))

 

"Yeah. I'm waiting on Master Shan to show up, because I've got something important to tell her." She could sense the confusion in his head about her appearance.

 

Trina scratched her head nervously and smiled. "I know what you're thinking... I'm too young to be a Jedi Knight. Well see... my old Jedi Master, Luna Balu, taught me the ways of the Force, and said that I'm powerful in it. Then she made me into a Jedi Knight a year ago. But now... I'm still learning myself, after she died."

 

The thought of her old master was just too sad for her to think about. Trina tried to shake off the feeling, though, and turned back to Marko.

[Alexander the Great]

As Revan darted towards the beast before him, raising his saber into his favored lightsaber form, Form V, he leaped up to the beast's head. With a powerful stroke, he slashed down onto its head. It scraped through its face, but not enough to take off its head. When Revan landed on the ground, he proceeded to spin around for another swing at the monster's legs, but his action was interrupted by another thought.

 

It was Bastila, but this time, he could hear her clearly. Her usually soft and relaxing voice was aggressive now, making an insulting remark about the exile. Bastila, it's been so long since I heard your voice... It feels cleansing. he replied, dodging an attack from the creature. He swung his lightsaber around, cutting through its legs. The creature collapsed, but continued to bite at the Jedi. And no, the exile isn't with me now. I don't know why you're so bitter towards her, though. Did she ever do anything to you?

[JoeDoe 2.0]

Marko studied the girl in front of him. He felt a ripple of sadness, maybe she lost something or somebody precious to her? He wanted to console her, but he stopped himself from doing so, she must learn to make peace with it on her own.

 

He remembered the Mandalorian War, the loss of his comrades was hard on him, but he had learned to cope with it and move on, but something inside him wasn't the same afterwards...

 

"So you're new to the field huh? I hope you have good skills with a lightsaber, because if what I'm thinking about happens, you are going to need it" said Marko, trying to change the subject, when suddenly he could hear a heavy set of footsteps approaching him. He was prepared for what was aboout to happen.

 

"Marko! didn't I tell you not to keep me waiting? it has been nearly half an hour, just comeeat and then ask Master Shan you--" Melissa stopped mid sentence, noticing for the first time the red haired Jedi.

 

I don't believe you have met my friend Trina. Allow me to introduce Melissa Grandar, the loudest and most annoying Jedi Knight in the galaxy" at the end of the sentence, Melissa casualy stepped hard on Marko's foot

 

"Nice to meet you" she casually said, while Marko tried not to unleash his Hutt vocabulary at her (curses)

[SkywalkerRules]

Trina bowed respectfully to Melissa. "I am honored to meet you too, Master Grandar. And yes... I'm new here. It's just that... I've been hearing all sorts of things about Master Shan. She's like a great heroine to me."

 

The young girl smiled timidly, wondering if Master Shan was going to show up. If not... that was okay with Trina.

[JoeDoe 2.0]

Marko almost laughed when Trina addressed Melissa as "Master".

 

"She's not a Master yet, I don't even think she will ever be with that temper of hers" he said with a small chuckle. Melissa just kept quiet, reciting the Jedi code on her mind, which kept her from going on a rampage

 

"As my friend said" continued talking Marko "we are going to get something to eat then come back to see Master Shan, she seems to need more time to herself. Do you want to come with us?"