#ex:plots

Before.

There was once a time when her talents would have made her an excellent spy. But she would never keep to obscurity. Stubborn as she was, is, always with her chin lifted, the bright light of Coruscant standing starkly on the sharp angles of her face. Order 66 sent her into nearly two decades of wordless silence; it’s been so long since she’s been called to lead, but Jedha has shown her that there is a need for her voice. Rishla Ilesar is returning to Coruscant, there is no question.

And she will lead. She will claim that which the Jedi have wrought, and she will be the one to help rebuild. When she strides into the High Command room, it is with her shoulders set straight, it is with a spark in her keen eyes. She is cunning; and she will see this mission through. 

During.

We cannot let a stray blaster shot give us away. You repeat this like a mantra in your mind. Your hands may tremble when you enter the Temple—but Rishla is like an anchor. She reminds you to take courage, take heart, to keep a level mind. You watch the way Rishla takes in the sight of the Temple. Destroyed. Corrupted. A mockery from Emperor Palpatine, an open wound on display. This was her home, and yours, and when she looks at all that has become of it, her jaw ticks. 

And the plan must shift—it isn’t their fault. She adjusts on the fly, like a flip of the switch, but watch closely, see, the hair on the back of her neck is standing on end, darkness merely a breath away. You hear her voice, cutting and precise in your mind: gather information, but tread carefully. The stakes are too high to afford even the most minor of errors. She reminds you that this place is a Graveyard, yes, but you are not done. Rishla paces like a caged animal. Welcome home, General.

Aftermath.

She pulls the hood of her cloak over her head, hidden by shadows. As soon as the window to exit opens, you take it. Rishla has the flank. The mission was successful—but there are so many ghosts. (She sees the faces of her Padawans, of her Master. There is no one like them. There will never be another like them, ever again.) A woman still growing accustomed to letting her voice be heard, she’s silent on the way back to Yavin IV. Still, there are quiet words exchanged, her hand on the back of your neck, she means it when she tells you: you did well. 

You may ask her: did you expect that we would make it out alive, General? How many phantoms have you carried with you? For how long? (Rishla will lift her chin. She will level you. She will say: rise, rise.) 

This is (loosely) what Rishla is up to during Event 002: The Return! If you’d like to plot out a thread with Rishla for this event, drop a like and I’ll contact you via Discord!

NOTE: If we have any threads from the previous event that you’d like to drop, please let me know! I don’t want anyone to feel overwhelmed!

Before.

You expect Dorian Valara to stay behind, choosing not to participate in neither the mission to Coruscant nor the mission to Eadu; instead, opting to remain on Yavin IV for those to return, to share his visions in quiet whispers.

But something in him, known or unknown, drives Dorian to attend the mission to Coruscant. He’s familiar with the schematics of the places hidden underneath the Temple. Perhaps, you question his usefulness on the high-stakes mission; you may not understand why he’s chosen to come. Or, you may be glad for his presence—there’s calm in the way he sits quietly in the ship’s hull, hands folded on his lap.

During.

The Force whispers around Dorian. It worsens the closer the team gets to Coruscant, and by the time you and the rest of the Jedi have slipped beneath the walls of the Temple, you can see something is wrong. Something fathomless in his eyes. You must remind yourself that the Seer was here, in the Temple, when the guillotine befell the Order. The Sacred Pools hidden deep within the ground ran red with blood. Being here again must be distorting him.

He looks at you, and it’s as though he isn’t entirely—present. When the plans are derailed and you are left to hide in the vaults for the night, when all goes dark, he is standing with his head tilted up, unblinking. (You could have sworn you hear him whisper, “I’m having the strangest dream.”) You look away. When you shine your flashlight on him, he’s gone. Vanished like some phantom. Where could he be?

Aftermath.

You search for hours. You think you glimpse him every so often, a silhouette, something imagined. But when the light is shined on him, there’s nothing there. You know you can’t leave without him—but what are you to do if morning comes, and he is still missing? Finally, as the light of dawn begins to break over Coruscant’s upper levels, you find him standing in the exact same spot where he disappeared.

Dorian is praying the entire way back to Yavin IV, only he doesn’t realize. He saw something that night—whether it was relived memories or glimpses of the future is uncertain. You can’t help but wonder: where did he go? 

Or perhaps, the more disturbing thought is—

He was there the whole time, but you couldn’t see him. Nobody could see him. 

This is (loosely) what Dorian is up to during Event 002: The Return! If you’d like to plot out a thread with Dorian for this event, drop a like and I’ll contact you via Discord!

NOTE: If we have any threads from the previous event that you’d like to drop, please let me know! I don’t want anyone to feel overwhelmed!

Before:

Fein is desperate to prove himself.

The days after Jedha left him haunted, stalked by the memories of the riot, of the picture of his own face illuminated on the Empire’s screens with the glow of a lightsaber he barely remembers how to use. The burn on his arm is barely healed, a pinched and throbbing reminder that he failed because he did not prepare. 

When his Master steps forward as leader, there is no other option but to step forward to follow. They’ve spent the last few weeks sparring, learning, preparing - now is the time to show her he’s been learning. Now is the time to prove that he is an asset to the Rebellion, not a liability. 

During:

This mission is a test of Fein’s restraint. When battle rages and the Inquisitors encircle their leaders like the predators they were raised to be, Fein lets himself be pulled away. For a moment, he ignites his saber. For a moment, he takes a step to stand beside his master. For a moment, he fighting in wars long dead alongside another Master, in another life; and then Noa tells him to ‘Go. Remember and go,’ and for the second time in his life he abandons his Master. 

He runs, with Xavis & ___, towards the call of the crystals - acolytes at their heels. Around corners, the hurricanes raging against the walls around them, and through it all the crystals call - a pulsing primal energy that beckons. They will not leave without the purpose of the mission accomplished. 

After:

Crystals in hand, one at his heart, Fein can’t help but feel triumph. There’s a grin between Master and Padawan as he races past her into the ship, and suddenly the Rebellion is full of possibilities. As the base begins to hum with the creation of a new generation of lightsabers, Fein turns to a giant of his past for help - he needs a weapon he feels comfortable wielding. A weapon that is less of a remnant of the Jedi he wanted to be, and more a symbol of the man he has become. 

This is loosely what Fein is up to during the mission Crystallize. There are open spaces in this for others to join in, and I am very much down for pre, post, or during threads! 

Note: If we are still involved in any Revenant threads that you would like to drop or wrap up, please let me know! I do not mind in the slightest! 

Before.

In her heart, Nimm feels she does not belong with the Jedi. Especially now that they’ve been thrusted into another war—especially when she can’t even wrap her mind around the significance of it. A fist closes around her heart; memories not gone, but locked away, scratching at the wall of her mind. You watch her knitting her fingers together when the Jedi announce their plans. 

She opts to go to Eadu—she doesn’t know why. The ship rattles, hurricanes swarming when it breaks the surface of the stormridden planet. She listens, wide-eyed to stories of the Gathering, The Call. All the while asking herself: is she ready?

During.

You understand now what being raised on Tatooine does to a person. The Inquisitors come, and she is all crouch, all teeth, the black of her eyes blown wide. But even fighting is an act of hiding; each move opportunistic, scrappy. Never a duel—only meant to end things as quickly as possible. She holds her knife in a white-knuckled grip; both predator and prey in her gaze.

She will fight back to back with her Master, both of them half-wild things. And she can only fight with a dagger for so long—she’s injured, but alive. Because of the fight, Nimm will have no time to focus on finding a Crystal for herself. It’s alright, she thinks. It’s alright. One of them will call to her. She just isn’t sure of it.

Aftermath.

Each Crystal buzzes in her palm, as uncertai and tense as she is. Mathias gives her his—she watches while the others build their lightsabers, the parts all laid out in front of her. She’s embarrassed. (See, she is only holding herself back. There’s a sting on her arm from the recent wound—but that’s not the only thing.) 

Eventually, her saber is complete: when it ignites, it glows a deep indigo. It doesn’t feel like hers, but it’s right—for now. 

This is (loosely) what Nimm is up to during Event 002: Crystalize! If you’d like to plot out a thread with Nimm for this event, drop a like and I’ll contact you via Discord!

NOTE: If we have any threads from the previous event that you’d like to drop, please let me know! I don’t want anyone to feel overwhelmed!