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Satkia Beltrak

Mar 29th, 2013, 02:57:56 PM

Even after years spent roaming the galaxy aboard her YT ship, Satkia Beltrak had never come to Ossus. It still felt like yesterday that she had left her home world for the first time, not long after her twin sister had passed away, and that she had made the most significant encounter of her whole life, in the person of Natalia Sal-Koron, the Jedi who would open her eyes to a new life and make her the woman she was today.

Fingers danced over the controls as she brought her craft into the planet's atmosphere, her mind still upon the events of the past few months. The twenty eight year old redhead hadn't really settled down for the past decade, because she had been busy exploring new places along with her mentor. The older woman, from Corellian birth, had escaped the purge back in the day, and yet, she had decided to brave the dangers and train that spunky mechanic addict teenager.

A sad smile crossed Satkia's lips as she remembered her master and the friendship they had shared to the point that if asked about her mother, she would more likely name Natalia as such, rather than her birth mother. When the Jedi had begun to regroup again a few years ago, the two of them had heard whispers about it during their travels, but they had agreed to delay their journey there, as they wanted to go further into the unknown regions, which had been a long time dream for the younger Jedi.

It was on some unnamed moon at the fringe of the unknown region that she had buried Natalia a few months ago. A strange illness had taken over the older master but she had kept it hidden from Satkia as long as possible, but death wasn't a merciful one, and they had to accept it as part of life. Despite the sadness and the tears, knowing that Natalia would never see the Jedi Order again, the redhead had stood by her side until the very end. She would always remember that final morning when the Corellian had found the strength to stand up one last time, giving her lightsaber to her pupil during a private and emotional ceremony where she had granted the very rank of master upon the younger redhead.

Satkia had promised to seek out the gathered Jedi, to pledge herself to help them as to respect her mentor's final wish. She had nevertheless stayed one week by the camp on the moon after having buried Natalia. Since then she had traveled without too many pauses, except for provision and refuel, crossing the galaxy again, to finally reach her destination.

Once her ship was safely landed on Ossus, not too far away from where she had felt so much life and signatures in the Force that were a testimony to force user's presence, she went to get prepared. Her garb was more one of a traveler than what remained in one's mind about what Jedi robes were to be, but her leather outfit was a more practical and anonymous kind of fashion. At her belt, both her lightsaber and Natalia's were clipped, while her ginger hair framed her pale face as always.

Leaving her craft, she could see some camp from afar, and knew she had reached her destination. "I wish you could be here, Natalia." Her words had only been a whisper, but she wanted to believe that her mentor could somehow see it even now that she was one with the Force. No matter what would happen next for Satkia, she knew she had to face the will of the Force now, and that was exactly what she was going to do.

Without further hesitation, the petite redhead walked up to the camp, unsure of how she was supposed to introduce herself, nor who she would meet first, but time would tell quick enough...

Ilias Nytrau

Mar 30th, 2013, 01:29:54 PM

Being on Ossus was something the knight had been unsure of ever occurring again. The breadth and depth of historical significance to the Jedi was a definite draw to the planet, and he had some fond memories of having been here in the past with his own master, who had regrettably passed over thirty years prior. Being back on this planet again, and not solely to visit for a specific purpose, held a certain amount of significance for him. An order of Jedi that had a home, a claim to call their own, was the very environment he and a few others had been brought up in and it felt as if they had almost come full circle – and their numbers would hopefully expand as time went on. It was the hope for most all of them, he believed. A golden age of sorts, where the Jedi were a strong and healthy order, once again.

“I could get used to this.” He said, walking slowly with his companion of the moment, Master Navaria Tarkin. “Fresh air, the natural world around us. Though I unfortunately got used to the hum of the Whaladon lulling me to sleep – such as sleep is.”

While he would have liked to explore the archives, other groups had already formed plans to do the very same, and the ginger half-human elected to hold off on that venture, turning his mind instead to other things that he felt more prudent to the further establishment and support of the order on Ossus. One of these was a garden, a greenspace, for though the planet did hold its own vegetation there would be benefit to cultivating other plants, many of which were medicinal in nature, either directly off the plant or after some processing and refinement. But before any such planting and growth could occur, there needed to be a space. He believed the idea of a cultivated garden would find little to no detractors. It was a part of the temple in his memory, a string leading from the past to the present, like all of this.

“It was something of a dream of mine, as an older padawan, to be of an order that lived in this land. My master… Master Yuma Orys brought me here once, nearly fifty years ago. It left quite an impression.”

They were out prospecting, more or less. Checking potential sites and gathering data by way of dirt samples, while examining plant life that he came across. There were some plants native to Ossus that would be of benefit, and by his recollection, some that could even serve as foodstuffs.

“Before a site or sites can be chosen for a garden and any other greenspaces, we need to test the soil, examine the health of existing plantlife, check for any toxins, and the like.”

Crouching down to a plant that looked much like a standard weed, he carefully freed the plant of one leaf, and some of the soil around it, tapping the soil sample into a small jar that he then screwed shut with a few twists of the lid, and inserting the leaf into an envelope before labeling both and returning the filled containers to the satchel hanging off of his torso by a strap that crossed over his chest and across his back. Crouched there for a few more moments, he looked up to the sky, squinting under the shielding of the hand he held to his brow. It was a bright, warm day – often bright, considering the unique position of Ossus with its two suns. It made the seasons interesting, without a doubt.

“This world gets an abundance of sunlight, that is for certain. And it must get some rain, or it would be very much a desert.”

After so many seconds, he looked away from the sun and on ahead to continue this necessary, if menial, work. He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbed his face over, and looked again. It was not a mirage… but it was curious. Most arrivals to the planet landed at the designated receiving grounds in the opposite direction on the other side of the camp, but this woman who did not look familiar – and using his senses to further check her as she came closer, she did not feel familiar in the Force, the details of her aura were not something he was privy to the particulars of. But… there was one thing.

This one was a user. That much was certain.

Standing from where he had crouched for long enough to necessitate flexing his knee joints, he looked to Navaria.

“So it begins, Master Tarkin.” He turned his eyes again to the figure that was approaching at a moderate pace. He straightened his satchel, for it always moved from the most comfortable position when he bent down to take another sample. “Well, let us go see what this is about.”

Ilias continued on, in the same direction they had been walking for the past while, lifting one hand to wave toward what he could see now was a woman, while his other hand remained held to the shoulder strap of the satchel.

“Hello, there! Good morning!”

When he got close enough to speak without raising his voice, a modest smile came to his face as he got a better look at her. She was a younger woman, slightly younger than he was when they were purged, and here she was coming to an order that was making its first true forays into really getting on its feet again. Another way in which he felt that things were coming full circle.

“Welcome to Ossus. Ah…”

He looked over her shoulder, nodding to himself upon confirmation of the vessel that had been let down a short distance away, before looking her square in the face – well, about as squarely as one could with the height difference.

“...pardon me, but I find it curious that you chose to land this far from the camp, in addition to the fact that the receiving grounds seem to have been established on the other side of the camp.”

The smile turned in to a small grin, immediately dismissing the thought as it was ultimately inconsequential.

“It is fine. Nothing per se is official as of yet.” He tilted his head to her, at the top of his six-foot-seven frame. “I am Ilias Nytrau, a Knight of this… recently re-established academy...”

He turned partially, gesturing to Navaria.

“…And this is Master Navaria Tarkin. How might we be of assistance?”

Satkia Beltrak

Jul 2nd, 2013, 03:05:02 AM

There were life forms in close distance, but Satkia's attention was caught by the two Force users - well trained - she sensed as she moved closer to the camp. She knew they were Jedi, and she was surprised to meet two at once, though she knew that she had to expect that. After all, it was why she had come to Ossus in the first place. Natalia and her had hoped to reunite with a group, a sense of Order, after having been wandering through the galaxy for such a long time. Of course, only the redhead was there. She kept her thoughts to herself for the time being.

She bowed her head to the two silhouettes and smiled to the tall man as he was curious as to her place of landing. "Greetings." She held his gaze quietly, not minding the height difference, as she was used to such things, given her petite stature. "I wasn't sure about where the camp was or how visitors were allowed. I didn't wish to get in the way of your installation."

She bowed again as introductions were made. "This is a pleasure and an honor to meet both of you." When came the moment to introduce herself, she paused, but she felt Natalia's gentle nudge through the Force, even though her mentor and friend was now one with the Force. "I am Satkia Beltrak. I have been a Jedi for the last years, trained by an exile, Natalia Sal-Koron."

The redhead's blue gaze drifted back and forth between the two other Jedi. "I am a Jedi Master." She wondered whether this academy would receive her and her rank. "We wished to find you, but Natalia couldn't make it. I... I hope I can be of some help, should you accept it."

Ilias Nytrau

Jul 14th, 2013, 09:49:06 PM

Ilias looked from the newcomer to Navaria, as if to confer with the brunette Jedi Master. He tilted his head a sliver to one side, as if to query whether she had any words to say, but she smiled, and gave a gesture of insistence that he continue on with Satkia. Righting his head, and tipping it to the more familiar Master Jedi, he returned his attentions to their very new acquaintance.

Hearing from the younger redheaded Jedi that she was trained by an exile, as the small number of them who made up this order had also been exiles, and the name of that exile, he searched his memories. The few memories of Natalia Sal-Koron were only in passing, yet they were of a strong woman, who had the respect and attentions of her students well in hand. He offered a small, warm smile, and his brow knit in mild concern.

“My condolences on the loss of your Master. She was… ‘good people’, as the colloquialism goes. Nonetheless, it is good that you are here – additions to our number are more than welcome. We are in a time of resurgence and growth and it would be unwise to refuse your help.” The creases in his brow smoothed, and he turned partially, gesturing for the other redhead to walk with him and Master Tarkin. “Come, let us get you sorted out.”

And they set off, back in the direction of the camp. Matching his strides to those of his two companions, Ilias considered the thoughts of the other embers of the order on this new and highly trained arrival. Life was change, and the life of this order was particularly full of such changes. He found himself wondering, too, at what strengths and weaknesses Satkia brought to their order, and how her experiences would factor into shaping their future.

The future – something I am getting the distinct impression that I will be seeing a great many years of, yet.

“Is this your first time on Ossus, Master Beltrak?”

Satkia Beltrak

Feb 12th, 2014, 12:53:52 PM

Feeling the Force at play the way it was on Ossus was mind blowing. Satkia had encountered other Force users a few times in her life, besides her late master. Yet, she had never felt so many in such a small area. She could feel the life so vividly with the gathered Jedi in the new compound. It was a unique experience and for sure a brand new one for the petite master. She knew that Natalia was watching over her regardless and knowing she had accomplished the elder Jedi's last wish was primordial.

When the tall man, Knight Nytrau, asked her whether it was her first time on Ossus, she looked at him and nodded. "It is. I traveled extensively over the last decade, but I never visited this world so far."

She paused, trying to organize her thoughts for she had so many questions to ask. "How long have Jedi been gathering here? We heard rumors, but I know all too well how tales and reality can diverge."

Daria Nytherciria

Feb 15th, 2014, 11:00:04 AM

In the distance, Daria stood alone and watched, with blind eyes, as the trio approach. She frowned as the breeze tousled and tugged at the hem of her grey robes, the shifting fabric revealing the lightsaber worn at her hip.

It was strange to think that not so long ago, the arrival of an unknown vessel would have set them all on edge. When they were travelling as part of the Wheel, secrecy was paramount and to allow a stranger to walk freely among the last remnants of the Jedi – well, that had ended badly at least once. Arms crossed over her chest, Daria held herself steady as she thought of the past (http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?22361-Messenger-of-Death) – yet she could not dwell on it.

She stretched her senses out towards the figure flanked on either side by Ilias and Navaria. She felt.. unfamiliar, but not dangerous. Trust in the Force, the Miraluka told herself, letting her hands fall to her sides as she waited for the three to draw nearer.