<div align="center">A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away....<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>STAR WARS: THE MANDALORIAN WARS</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">War! System after system has fallen</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">before the terrible war machine of</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">MANDALORE THE ULTIMATE. Thirteen</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">years after conquering the Outer Rim, his</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">crusade against the Republic has begun.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Facing this great threat, the Republic </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">pleads with the Jedi Order to lead the</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">war-weary armies to victory, but the Jedi</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Council cautions only patience and pacifism<br/>as the onslaught of the mighty NEO-CRUSADERS</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">draws ever closer to the heart of the Republic<br/><br/>Against the Masters' wishes, the prodigal</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Knight REVAN has rallied together a host<br/>of his fellow Jedi to defend the Republic and face</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">the terrible might of the invading Mandalorian forces.<br/><br/>At the temple on Coruscant, the Jedi Knight</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">MERRYN S'JET calls together padawans within the</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">order to discuss their role in the dark times to come...</span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The sun falls over the Jedi Temple. Dusk paints an orange glow in the horizon behind the skyline of Coruscant's sprawling towers. Within, the halls are as empty as they have ever been. Revan has already led many from its comforts, and those who remain are increasingly tasked off-world to keep the peace. What was once a bustling temple full of wise masters and disciples had now become a place of tension and unease. The war was approaching them, and all the Jedi in their hearts wrestled with the question that Revan had posed to them...<br/><br/>Merryn stood in the room of a thousand fountains, staring at an artificial waterfall. She passed her hand through it and drew it back, bringing back to her a ball of water floating above her palm- its form sustained by the force. She was captivated by it, her violet eyes locked on the binding before her. She gazed upon it as many gazed upon her- a paragon of her species, pink in complexion, with full lips and a shapely body that evident ever under her robes. Her Lekku hung down to the small of her back, unmarked and free.<br/><br/>Finally, her thoughts returned her to the world of the present and the binding of water fell apart and splashed upon her outstretched hand. She turned back to the group sitting in a circle behind her;<br/><br/>Myara, her first padawan. They were so alike, she mused. Their skin, their eyes, their beauty. It seemed to be a good match to test her, she suspected. Merryn was a mirror, reflecting the personality of force users around her- while Myara was inherently sensitive to the emotions of others, owing to her species' natural abilities, and she could not help but project her emotions onto others through the use of pheromones unique to her kind. If Merryn could not manage to train such a person, it would be proof to the council that she was prematurely knighted.<br/><br/>Jaidam, her second. They were also alike, more so in spirit than in body. She had never told him why... she barely knew the truth herself, but in his heart and soul she found emotions that were all too familiar. He was strong in the force, and like Myara the Twi'lek had felt him pulling at her more than once. Unconsciously compelling her to join him in his mischief. Too often she indulged him...<br/><br/>Lun was not her own, and much more difficult to reach then most... he guarded himself well, protecting his mind from reaching out and calling to her- as all life called to one another through the force. They had spent some time together a few times before, in an effort to remedy his inability to touch others and to feel them in his mind. In a way, she envied him. He was his own man, more than she could ever be her own woman- bereft of the terrible mass of self-doubt that comes from constantly being subjected to the feelings and emotions of others.<br/><br/>There was just one more to go... and when Merryn saw a woman approaching their circle, she knew it to be Shaala.<br/><br/>The Togrutan seemed calm and collected, but beneath that lay her insecurities and fears. When she had arrived at the temple, she needed foremost a friend and Merryn had felt an obligation to this young woman. Kirav was an excellent teacher, but the feelings of isolation from the others had escaped Shaala's guarded mind and touched Merryn immediately. She offered herself as a confidant to the young Jedi, and now here she was... full of sadness and fear for the endeavor she now embarked upon, leaving Kirav and the order.<br/><br/>She approached the younger woman and held her hand in her own, comforting as she said, "We are not here to dissuade you..." she turned back to her padawans and Lun, "Only to consider for ourselves... the just path." She let go of Shaala's hand and offered her an empty spot in the semi-circle that they had already, "Please. Join us before you go."<br/><br/>Merryn went back to her own position in the chamber and sat cross-legged inbetween her two students, "Together here as we are, I would like for everyone to speak candidly. I am not your teacher in this manner, nor are you padawans. Let the force guide you, and do not balk from expressing its will."<br/><br/>She swallowed the lump in her throat and said, "Allow me to begin. I have met Revan and I feel his presence within me still. He is indeed powerful with the force and beloved by many. I do not know... what<em>my</em>feelings are on the matter, clouded as they are. Now, as our friend Shaala has determined to join the crusade, and I in turn pose the same question to you."<br/><br/>The Twi'lek looked down, "When my feelings are clouded in such a way, I have found it always wiser to go against them... As such, to the question posed... I believe we should trust the judgement of the Council." She said, addressing the group as a whole, "Search your feelings, and tell me- what is the will of the force in this matter? What do<em>you</em>believe is the correct path?"