<strong>Day 311, 3962 BBY</strong><br/><br/>Merryn groggily woke up, sitting up in her oversized bed. She pulled her Lekku behind her shoulders and looked over at the console on her nightstand. She tapped a key, and the shudders suddenly opened, bathing the room in the early morning light. It made her squint a little, and she got up, standing clad in only a skintight pair of shorts. The Twi'lek closed her eyes and reached out through the force...<br/><br/>"Are you two awake?" She asked her padawans, though it was more out of politeness than curiosity. The Knight could feel them stirring when she focused on it. "Come see me if you still feel up to our daily rituals. It's not the temple, so we'll have to make do with what we have."<br/><br/>She had taken these rituals after her first encounter with the sithspawn. Every day she set aside an hour (or more if it was required) of meditation to center herself. Later, when she took on students of her own- it became training for them as well. Nory was much more inclined to it, so a bit of sparring afterwards was the conciliation she offered to better suit Kailen's needs.<br/><br/>Merryn went over to the livingroom, scrutinizing it carefully. Larger than the bedroom, but full of furnishings- a couch and table, chairs and holovid projectors. A nice skyline view of the city as well, even a little balcony to enjoy the equatorial air. 'Not much room here...' She thought, careful to make sure it was to herself.<br/><br/>It was always simple to find a place to train or meditate in the gargantuan Jedi Temple. Now, she didn't know where they could go. Coruscant was full of so much life and the temple was like the eye of a storm- the sole bastion of peace and quiet on the whole planet. She got dressed, putting on the same light grey tunic as before- but sans the boots.<br/><br/>She pressed the notification panel outside Jekin's room, patiently waiting for him to come to the door.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Jekin." She said curtly, nodding her head, "Every day Nory, Kailen, and I devote a little time to meditate and train together. Would you care to join us?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Not far from the empty apartments assigned to the Jedi, the Republic Military had a number of barracks on base. They were not as extravagant as the ones given to the Jedi. Just a hallway leading to a bedroom with four beds. On either side a bathroom and a kitchen. Each barracks room was like this, four occupants to each and very little privacy. Even so, it was hardly an issue for these women who knew what it meant to fight together.<br/><br/>Linzi had the luxury of being 'on-call', much to the envy of her roommates. She awoke to Ari Yuluni's alarm going off- the most professional and punctual of the lot of them. The XO of an Army company, she was a dark-skinned human with long black hair and a slender frame. They had known each other since they were cadets at the naval academy. Back then she was quite bookish, even meek, but has since then gotten considerably more comfortable with herself and others. Now they were in the Mercy Corps together.<br/><br/>Ari put on her glasses and hopped out of bed, wearing loose silky undergarments. One bed was empty, and the other occupied twice... Yuluni went over to rub the shoulder of one of the figures beneath the sheets, "Come on, lovebirds."<br/><br/>Mirue D'pow pulled the covers down, revealing the Zeltron woman in all her naked glory. Red-skinned and pink-haired, with lips and nipples to match. Though born on Corellia, she joined after the Mandalorians 'conquered' Zeltros. In her own words, no one ever<em>invades</em>Zeltron. She boasted that the instant they came down planetside, they'd be scrambling to get out of their armor. Nevermind that the Mandalorian fleet just sat in orbit with all its guns trained on bombarding the surface...<br/><br/>Mirue, like all members of her species, exuded a certain brand of pheromones that tended to... well, liven up the place. Their love and lust for life was notoriously infectious as well. In her arms was the coincidentally named Kis Toa, the blue-skinned Nautolan... a people who just so happened to be particularly sensitive to exactly the sort of pheromones Mirue was always exuding.<br/><br/>Kis was a specialist in submarine mechanics, given leadership over a logistics platoon in Yuluni's company. Mirue was with another company in charge of a platoon of Iridonians. Linzi, however, was separate from all of them- her position as the Jedi's handler placing her nebulously<em>somewhere</em>within the brigade.<br/><br/>The Mercy Corps was entirely made up of volunteers, the sole exception being the officers in charge. Ari often complained about having to work with the army commanders, Mirue often complained about the fact that most of her Iridonian volunteers didn't even speak basic, and Kis often complained that her technical expertise was being wasted on speeder and weapon maintenance. They didn't hesitate to let Linzi know of their envy.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Linzi, didn't mean to wake you." Ari said, pushing up her glasses before pulling down her carefully laid out uniform from its hanger.<br/><br/>Mirue gave the Nautolan a deep good morning kiss before looking over her shoulder with a smile, "Wouldn't want to ruin the girl's beauty sleep- gotta look nice for those Jedi, huh?"<br/><br/>Kis curiously turned her head, "Aren't they supposed to be celibate?"<br/><br/>"Tell that to General Yusanis." Ari muttered with a sideways glare, ever the gossip.