There is no emotion... (A Jedi Order Quest)

Voikirium · 2020-03-09T06:38:57+00:00

There is no Emotion, There is Peace. The Senate Tower, 3950 BBY Coruscant is...loud. That is the first thing to strike you. It's not new, per se-- anybody within fifty parsecs of Courscant knows it's too damn loud. But this is a new sort of loud. The sort you feel in your bones, your teeth, your... well, things a lot deeper than that, in any case. After all, last time you were on Coruscant, you didn't have time to see the sights-- you hardly visited the victory walk, where they hold the broken basilisk droids of the Mandalorian Wars; you didn't visit the Manalow Mile; hell, you didn't even check the Senate's visitor center. For another thing, you weren't a Jedi at that point. Now, well. Now, you're meeting with the Supreme Chancellor. Seems they've caught wind-- finally-- that someone has been running around with a lightsaber, and the ability to use it; or that the Enclave on Dantooine has been, not repaired, exactly, but reinhabited, excavated, painstakingly. Well, not just one somebody. Multiple somebodies. You. The Lost Jedi. The first of a new Order, after the Triumverate-- the Civil War-- the Dark Times. Six months ago, you, the Exile Meetra Surik, and the rest of her companions defeated the remnants of the Sith-- and she trained, taught you, in the ways of the Jedi. Now, it seems that it is time for you, the new Grandmaster, to prove that you are worthy of those teachings; and meeting with the Chancellor seems a good start. You've been meditating in the waiting room for ten minutes-- a simple thing, really, a rectangle, metal floored, covered plush rugs, with a fine desk near the door to his office proper. The secretary droid is just a cheap protocol unit, all battered and beat to hell-- seems the war was harder than anybody thought; or perhaps she's just a damn cheapskate. Finally, a grating voice emanates from the tin can telling you to go in. The twitch in your leg at being stared down finally stops and you head in, nice new boots beating on carpet as you do. The door, made of some thick metal, opens with a gentle push. The office is nice enough-- simple, a bit generic, really you could see it on reasonably posh world, but by that same token not so generic or simple that it does not fit the position to which it is attached. And finally, you lay eyes on the Supreme Chancellor herself. A middle-aged Bothan woman, her eyes are kind, and circled by rings that speak of too little sleep, and too much caff. Her...hair? Fur?...whatever, is a sort of hayish yellow, and she is wearing a simple worker's clothes. She rises from the only really expensive item-- expensive by "Galactic Politician" standards, anyway-- the desk, carved of wood, inlaid with gold, a script you don't speak. She clasps her hand around yours, and you the two of you shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Jedi. I had feared that I might be the first Supreme Chancellor who had to work without the Jedi." "Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that, Chancellor. We are... a stubborn bunch." "Indeed, Master...?" It's at that point you realize you never actually told her your name. Smooth. "Ah, please forgive me. I am Master-- [] "Atton Rand." From Revan's personal butcher squad to Grandmaster of the Jedi Order-- you were surprised too, but it seemed everyone wanted to avoid a situation like the Mandalorian Wars, where so many grew so furious at the Jedi that they would declare war. Under your watch, the Jedi are going to be a proactive force-- you are going to meet the Dark Side head on, confront it, face it. No more Mandalorian Wars-- no doubt you'll make your own mistakes, perhaps even have the opposite problem and end up going to war when you shouldn't, but you'll burn that bridge when you get to it. Reduction in required vigilance per Sector. [] "Mira. Just...Mira." To put it simply, the Order needs recruits, and everybody else knew it, and they also knew you were good at finding people before you were carried by the Force. You will recruit more people to the Jedi Order than anybody else, because you will know how to find them, how to talk them, and so on. There is the slight problem of Hanharr and his Life Debt, and how he will almost certainly not stop hunting you, but eh. That's life. But anyway, yeah. You are excellent at finding your target-- it's just that in this case, you're recruiting them instead of turning them in for profit. Under your watch, the Order will grow like a weed. Recruit more Jedi per year. [] "Mical." The Order once had facilities ranging from Dantooine to Ossus, from Coruscant to Telos. Now it has been reduced, bluntly, to six of you sharing an apartment on Dantooine. This, obviously, cannot stand. If nothing else, you think Atton is going to kill you one of these days if you don't. However, you were raised in the order-- you were taught plenty of secrets, including where many of the Jedi Enclaves and Academies. Under you, the Order will reclaim many of those lost facilities. Starting bonus to Enclave process. [] "Brianna." Formerly the Last of the Handmaidens, now a Jedi Historian, after Atris' final confrontation with Meetra, she left-- where, you know not. She left you her knowledge, the many Holocrons she had taken, and where she thought more might be hidden. Under you, the Order will reclaim the light of knowledge, and brighten the dark places of the galaxy. The others thought that sounded like a pretty good idea. Bonus to Knowledge. [] "Bao-Dur." You killed a planet, once. Every moment of your life, since then, has been atoning for that-- in so much as you can still claim to be alive. Telos, Taris, Dantooine-- all those worlds which need to recover after the Wars-- you have walked among them, helped rebuild them. The people know you, and they know what you will do. The others thought the Order needed that focus. Under you, the Order will help the Galaxy rebuild, and the Galaxy will love you for it. Bonus to PP. [] "Visas-Marr." You have stood against the darkness since the moment Surik spared your life-- but you will never forget it. You see it, you will always see it, have seen it since Nihilus took everything from you. You will not repeat the mistakes of Jedi past-- the Dark Places will not be dark to you. And those who turn to the Dark Side will not be allowed, in secret, to plan their wicked deeds. Under you, the Order will burn away the darkness. Bonus to discovering Dark Jedi plots. -- Welcome to There is No Emotion, a Jedi Order Quest taking place a few months after the end of KOTOR 2. Heavily inspired by @OneirosTheWriter and his quest, To Boldly Go, your task will be to help lead the Jedi Order after the disastrous Great Jedi Purge. As you begin, the order has been reduced to 6-- maybe 7-- people, demanding more recruitment; your headquarters are all filled with squatters, and unfortunately HK went with Meetra; and the Republic is torn between gratitude and fury that you keep tossing the Galaxy into chaos but also saving it. You would therefore be advised to accrue Engagement, elsewise your reputation with the broader Republic will suffer. That is the broadest, simplest term possible for the moment. I'll be putting up a more detailed mechanics post after class, but right now I'd like to keep this simple to start, so for now, simply choose your newest Grandmaster.

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There is no Emotion

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The Great Jedi Purge has come and gone, Darth Traya has been slain, and it now falls to you to pick up the pieces and rebuild the Jedi Order.

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The Revanchist
They come in their many peoples.
Too numerous to list are they, the raiders,
The hunters,
The killers--

The Mando'ade.
The world was at peace once,
And then they attacked us
From the stars, carried on Basilisk back.

The bones of the valorous and the valorless alike
Carpet the land. Still fires rage through what were,
Should be, green forests,
the seas a steam birthed in war that came to us.

Somewhere, a retort.
I am an orphan, now.
No, more—I am the living dead,
Whatever I was, gone to feed the slaughter.

There is no light left.
There is no home left.
There is no peace left.

There is only the clans.
There is only me.
There is only the Revanchist.
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A poem found scrawled in the Telos Jedi Archives.