This will be replaced with the first IC post, when it happens.

The Coruscant sky was beginning to turn orange and red as Master Yai Drakus and his Padawan, Oram Maximus, strolled with pace towards the council chamber in the impressive feat of architecture that was the Jedi Temple. They were to receive a mission that was to be between only themselves and the council. It was no secret the Empire wasn't completely defeated yet, and it was also suspected that there were still deceiving Sith Infiltrators within the Jedi ranks. With the war semi-over, or something along those lines, Yai became a Jedi Master and made sure to pick out Oram to teach him everything as a mentor, as they had been friends since meeting on the boy's homeworld that fateful day... Upon entering the council chamber, Yai would incline the upper half of his body to the seated Jedi; ten of the most accomplished and wisest Force-sensitives in the Republic. Three of them were being transmitted as holograms, as they were currently busy offworld. The Grandmaster was a male Twi'lek with light red skin, muscular but with an aura of absolute peace about him. Not that old, and not too young either when considering his position within the Jedi. He stood and inclined his head toward Master Drakus and his Padawan, smiling before taking his seat again. "Welcome. I won't keep you long, Yai, I know you'd like to get on task as soon as possible. It's good to see your new Padawan is ready as well, I can sense his eagerness!" the Grandmaster spoke calmly and clearly, his accent was quite soft despite how large he was. "Now, this is for our ears only. Yai, we'd like you to track a certain Sith Lord who, according to Intelligence, has been rallying lost and confused Imperials and Sith to his command. We don't need an organised Imperial force terrorising the Republic as it recovers from the loss and destruction from the war. To prevent this matter from worsening, we've decided we must cut the head off the serpent - whether that means bringing him in quietly or defeating the Lord in battle, we leave to your discretion." Yai raised an eyebrow at this, and merely replied to the Grandmaster, "Tall order." The Twi'lek nodded once before continuing, "We will also require intelligence on the remaining Imperial forces in detail. Scattering them again will just mean they can rally under another new leader. They will surrender and come quietly, or we and the Republic will resort to force." "Aggressive pacifism at it's best, Master." Yai smirked as he looked down at his Padawan. "We'll do it. I expect details, contacts and equipment will be on my ship, prepped for takeoff?" The Council all nodded in unison, of course everything was ready, so Yai could just get on with his work. Master Drakus was their go-to guy for no nonsense missions. He wasn't reluctant when it came to matters like this, and he'd taught his Padawan well enough to stand with him in battle. If it came to it, they could more than likely take a Sith Lord... But that was just it, they had to find him first. No doubt, he'd be surrounded by swarms of Sith and Imperial troops. "Right... Then we'll be off." Yai rather confidently said as he turned to leave the council chamber sharpish, and head towards the temple hangar bay. After the doors closed behind them, the Master placed a hand on his Padawan's jet black hair and messed it up a little, "Oram, I do hope you like starships...?" ---------- Meanwhile in the medical bay of the Jedi Temple, Aria was kicking back and relaxing on her own bed among the other injured Jedi from the war. She was dressed up in a grey variant of Jedi robes, ready to leave, despite being told she still had a day or two to fully recover. Healers and sages calmly walked around the large room, providing assistance where they could. There wasn't any reason Aria couldn't just up and leave, but she didn't have anything better to do! Cronic was supposed to stop by after returning from some outer rim world, investigating any Imperial presences in the area. Might be an excuse to finally ditch the med bay!

Though the meeting overall had been quick Oram could only feel time lag. He of course, remained silent following his master's example. From the bow to the respectful nature towards the council. he did not openly question them, but just by some of his facial expressions Yai may have been able to tell what the young man may have been thinking. Oram very rarely needed to conceal his feelings over certain teachings that he did not agree with from his master. And yet, he didn't want to cause unnecessary problems. Neither for him or his master. One thing that was for sure was he'd begin to speak once they were on their way. That had been the plan at least. However, as soon as they were clear of the council oram felt the hand of his master. "Always with the hair..." He grumbled before hearing the question asked to him. "I like them if you plan on teaching me to pilot them." He said with a small confident grin. He wasn't the best pilot. He knew Yai knew that. Which was why Yai's response would likely be a no unless he had changed his opinion or had gone insane since their lest try at Oram handling flying a vehicle. He felt good with Speeder bikes but for some reason going further into the realm of Piloting was dangerous. He almost crashed, got hurt, hurt someone... It wasn't like he would freak out or anything. it just felt harder to him. Even on the speeder bike he wasn't completely in his element, but it was leagues better than him handling, or trying to handle, a ship. "Anyway..." He said avoiding further delving into the realm of the subject and opting to leave it as a slight joke between him and yai. "I'm always ready and willing, but why is it that the council is so hellbent on taking out the enemy." Obviously he understood that much, but he kind of had something else in mind. What was it? Why the idea of balance of course. Oram had made it clear to yai that he felt the light could nt exist without the dark. He didn't condone the actions of his opponents, but he could at least understand that on a scale light and darkness had equal weight. Removing one from the scale would throw off the balance. "Maybe I'm wrong or naive, but something about it..." He shrugged. "Oh well. I'm sure you can I can find this new leader and take him down." He chuckled. Oram wasn't the over confident type, but he felt together with his master things could be handled quite well. Hopefully anyway.

"Yes, yes, I get it." An all too familiar voice to Aria's ears said from down the hall. Cronic was proceeding slowly towards the med bay. "But what else was I supposed to do? Leaving those imperial scouts to make off with innocent civilians to do god knows what with while the nearby army mobilized to intercept? _They would have been GONE by the time they got there!_ I couldn't just sit by and let that happen!" Cronic said as he stepped into Aria's view, holding a holocommunicator. From the sounds of the person on the other end, it was more of an argument than a report. "...Ugh. And this is why we don't get along. Just be glad one of the scouts was still alive for questioning." Cronic said, rolling his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go check up on Aria. Good day." Cronic said, ending the comm link. "I can see now why Master Yai gets fed up with the council."