⎛this galaxy has seen too much of darkness⎠

quinlan vos. thirty-eight. jedi master.

[jedixmaverick]

SINQUA WALLS // have you met QUINLAN VOS yet? HE/THEY is now THIRTY-EIGHT years old CIS MAN KIFFAR, originally from KIFFU but typically reside on YAVIN IV. after everything they've gone through, they show loyalty to THE JEDI ORDER. they are best known for being a JEDI MASTER, and i hear they’re grown pretty MAVERICK yet also SMUG at times; i hope they survive the galactic war. (SNOW, 25, MST, SHE/HER)

L O A D I N G : // …  8ABY : MONTH TWO … //

after waking up in what remained of the jedi temple in coruscant, the force reunited quinlan with asajj ventress. she told him about the rift, and brought him to met with an old friend obi-wan kenobi.

obi-wan convinced quinlan and ventress to visit the temple at yavin iv, and while quinlan had been hesitant at first, not sure how welcomed he would be in the order now that there was no need for him to fight a war, he still went along, specially after learning about what obi-wan had faced on belkadan.

the celebration at hapes should’ve been a new beginning, but it had only made quinlan realize that his place was with the order, he has resumed being a liaison to worlds not many would venture in, but this time in hopes of finding more about the threat that looms over the galaxy.

the force finally reunited quinlan with aayla secura, even when the order advice them to cut their attachment, quinlan never stopped loving her as the daughter he had been too young to raise.

aware that count dooku is back, but not quite the dooku he remembers, quinlan has been hesitant to engage in conversation with him. although he guesses it needs to happen sooner rather than later. 

quinlan’s faith in the order is slowly being restored mainly because of the new council, but he still had his reservations and won’t hesitate to speak up.

there’s a secret quinlan has been keeping from the order, and it has to do with being reunited with jedi knight cal kestis, when they both felt the call of a mysterious object during the fight at hapes, a harmless looking orb, and yet something about it unsettles quinlan, so until they figure out what it is and what it does, they are keeping it a secret from the order. 

character intro.

[jedixmaverick]

( bastila​ ):

“i don’t know.” she admits truthfully, glancing up at quinlan with a small shrug of her robed shoulders. “but we have to try.”

she wasn’t sure she believed the words fully herself, but she would defend them with conviction if challenged. she’d always been like that, defensive of anything if it came into question, and although it had gotten her in trouble more than once with the council or her peers, it could prove useful here, under the sure scrutiny of the council and new republic if followed through. it was extremely risky, with no many unknowns, and it could not afford any of those behind it to falter in their belief.

at his second comment, the edge of her mouth quirks upwards into a small smile, hope and a tinge of amusement crossing her features. “we used to say the same of jedi and mandalorians, did we not? and now many fight side by side with us.” it was an odd trend amongst those who had been brought back - or who had already been in this time - with so many mandalorian warriors having found companionship and an ally in at least one jedi. a far cry from the galaxy she’d left, but she appreciated it, both for the unity it signaled and for the reduction of one more possible thread amongst all this violence ( raised in war, always a tactical mind, she could not help but think it ).

         even if in his time mandalorians had been neutral, a pacifist society, quinlan remembered well obi-wan’s late-night rants about the history of the jedi order and the conflicts they had faced along the way. so he knew what bastilla was talking about, in her time jedi and mandalorians were sworn enemies. and after hapes quinlan had seen nothing but collaboration between the two groups, to the point where the mandalorians stance had not even being questioned, not with so many jedi and mandos finding each other across time and space. but the sith, now that was a different thing. 

        but if there was someone who knew the power of the dark side, who understood the danger of letting oneself being pulled into the absolute overwhelming feeling of being able to have anything you’d ever want, it was bastilla. whatever the circumstances, they both had fallen and come back, but if there was something quinlan was sure every fallen jedi shared was that little voice at the back of their heads saying, remember how it felt? and that was why dark force users were dangerous, and quinlan was hesitant to trust them so easily, because in the moment there was no feeling that could compare. 

         ❝we have never faced anything like the yuuzhan vong, and i’m not just talking about jedi and sith, but the entire galaxy... it seems that unfortunately the one time every single one of us is in the same playing field, is when an enemy is so —❞ he refused to say powerful, there was no power in the cowardly attacks the yuuzhan vong had orchestrated across the galaxy, harming innocents, that would never be true power, ❝dangerous. this might very well be the only chance we have, both at making peace and having a shot at defeating them❞ even if the more they learned about the enemy, the more it became clear for the time being it would be more about keeping other’s safe than openly taking the fight to them. 

[fearlessskywalker]

LOCATION : // … N A L  H U T T A

WHO : // … open

anakin looked at the building just across from where he stood feeling disgust and dread bubbling through him. gardulla had lived there and likely had continued to cause havoc for those under her while staying there. hatred bubbled beneath his calm exterior before a snarl crossed his lips and continued to walk along the streets. he’d only come to the damn planet in an attempt to grab some dampeners and maybe a compressor if he could find an undamaged one. finally finding the local bazaar anakin ducked behind the curtain to enter. time to bargain. “how much?” he gestured towards the clump of wires and parts on a nearby table, a compressor sticking out from where it lay hidden inside the clump. as if someone had ripped it from a ships dashboard. 

[jedixmaverick]

         they had overcome worse... right? quinlan wondered as he made his way through a few homeworlds trying to make sense of how to even begin to try and find a way to solve the comms issue. of course the bigger problem would still remain the yuuzhan vong. the attacks had been so perfectly orchestrated that it had taken everyone by surprise even when they had immediately gone into defense mode after hapes. 

       nal hutta was a long shot, quinlan wasn’t even sure what they were hoping to find there, but a part of him was convinced the hutts must have some form of communication that would not rely on any oficial stations and relays, he just had to know where to look. his mission of course got sidetracked when he felt a familiar force signature, making no effort to hide quinlan followed anakin to the bazaar, ❝ani?❞ he called out, anakin and aayla had been instantly drawn to each other, and with obi-wan being a stick in the mud, quinlan had always tried to be the much needed laid back adult in anakin’s life. 

[jedixmaverick]

( trilla​ ):

it was perhaps the first time that trilla had been referred to by an outsider as cal’s friend without automatically trying to deny it. an odd feeling to accept it as it was, to swallow the butterflies that still lingered in the pit of their stomach. she remembered seeing master vos a few times in the temple as a child, curiously asking cere about the man. he looked the same. of course, that was no surprise. most did, they were the one who changed.

“yes, i’m with the younglings.” it’s easier, and healthier, to identify theirself through that connection, even if it made it harder to deny any relationship to the new jedi order. “we have, but i was about half a meter shorter.” there’s a slight, but noticeable disdain in her next words. “many years ago, cere junda was my master.”

         the smirk that was about to appear on his lips stays as nothing more than a small smile. there are many things quinlan still needs to learn about the time he missed —well him being dead and all— but coming face to face to any former padawans, he does not need to hear to feel. no matter what quinlan knows he is never going to be able to understand what it was like during the jedi purge, and perhaps it is going to be too late, but all he can do is offer the support they did not have when they were force to grow up in the blink of an eye. 

         ❝i remember her speaking very highly of her padawan, said you had some very impressive gifts... glad to see you decided to help us protect the younglings...❞ 

[jedixmaverick]

( depa​ ):

“oh, i’ve had better days, but it takes a little more to land a hit on me.” she brushed some dust from the rubble off of her robes, still the picture of grace, even if she didn’t feel like it. she had never been one to show cracks under pressure. she grimaced faintly at his next words, nodding in agreement.

she had seen more than her fair share of slaughters on haruun kal. bodies stacked up one by one, uncountable losses. there had been many terrible things done during the clone wars, but haruun kal … haruun kal had known worse for longer. somehow, though, it had not managed to desensitize her to the destruction that consumed them now. it had only made it worse. “are you from order 66, too ? “

       while there were not many years between them, growing up quinlan had always looked up to to depa, she had always been a role model, the example masters pointed out to their padawans as who they should aspire to be, quinlan had been blessed enough to get to call her a friend. a smirk on his face as he watched her dust herself off, that was so very like her, ❝i remember❞ he said with a smile, ❝you’ve always been the toughest of us all...❞ 

       there would be time to reminisce later, quinlan thought, now they had to fight, ❝oh is that how that was called❞ he said trying not to think back to the moment he had felt the jedi being slaughtered across the galaxy, he had learned that kashyyyk had been the last to receive the kill order, and quinlan had to feel his brothers and sisters die, ❝guess the force pulled us from the moment of our deaths then❞ he added convinced that only but a handful had come from other points in time. ❝is there an evacuation plan in place?❞ suddenly recalling the situation they found themselves in.

[jedixmaverick]

( aayla​ ):

it had been there in the back of their mind, the constant quinlan, their father. they could feel him in the force, the signature – one that she ha immediately searched for, one that she had immediately hoped would be there. but as she walks through the temple, the feeling of closeness of maybe kept creeping up. they raised a hand up to cover their mouth, to stop the noise that had escaped. because it had been years, since their death – since she had seen quinlan. but no one in the galaxy would stop them from recognizing her father. 

quinlan had been the main person in their life from two years old and on, he had been the one to teach and guide them. and though, the council had said the attachment between them had been too strong, had to be fixed – it never truly faded from their mind. how does one give up their father?? aayla wasn’t sure – they had never learned how. “quinlan,” it’s a whisper a barely there, sound because maybe if she speaks it to loudly he’ll disappear, and this will be a dream, or a terrible nightmare. 

they take just a few steps forward, tears clouding their eyes before launching into quinlan’s arms, hugging him tightly. “is it you??” they ask, looking at him. “you’re here. i – i –.” they try to get the words out, the ‘i thought i’d never see you again’ but the words fail. they just can’t get over the fact that he’s in front of them.

         he didn’t even notice the tears that had begun spilling from his eyes, she was here and that’s all that mattered, quinlan hugged aayla, and lifting them off the ground began spinning them around, like he had done many times when she was little, in his mind even after she became a knight, a master, a general, she would always be his little girl. 

            ❝it’s me, it’s me. i’m here❞ he said finally setting her down again, keeping a tight hold on them. ❝when i felt you die—❞ he knew better than to bring it up, but he had felt everyone die, kashyyyk had been of the last to receive the order, quinlain knew now, so he had felt them all die, ❝i— they were right you know? my attachment to you was... because i felt you die and i just did not care about what happened to me, not when my little girl was gone...❞ quinlan admitted. 

         ❝whatever this is, this rift, it had brought us back together, and i don’t plan on letting you go aayla, the council had it all wrong, love and attachment does not makes us weak, it is our greatest strength❞ quinlan said placing a hand on the side of their face, ❝it was love that brought me back❞ he was sure he didn’t need to specify from the dark side, ❝and it’s what kept me here, now you are back, and i am whole again.❞

[jedixmaverick]

the new jedi order temple, yavin iv quinlan vos & kylia horne (( @chaotickylia ))

       growing up quinlan had actively looked for ways to stand out, to make sure he wasn’t like everyone else, the easiest of course had been to break the rules. something he had carried well into his knighthood, and once they became a master. he had been so proud of his reputation, going against the council, finding ways to circumvent their laws. and then of course he had gone against the order, and quinlan would never forgive himself for the damage he had caused. the lives lost, the loved ones he betrayed. and yet they had welcomed him back, of course he had not been sure if it was because they were in desperate need of soldiers for a war they never should’ve fought, it had not mattered much to him anyways, he had nothing but a burning need to do good, so he had fought their way. 

        but now, now quinlan wasn’t even sure anyone even remembered the things they had done, or if they were just trusting him to come back, either way he had felt the need to bolt at any moment ever since coming back. but then of course this was home, these people his family. aayla, obi-wan, and the person he had just spotted. ❝hey you, it’s been a while...❞ 

[nightsfirst]

@galacticsopens​   //   open starter. some rebellion / new republic location. 💕

all their comms going out was a drastic happening that the spy did not have a clear back-up plan or protocol on. not in the way that it had happened. it was the first time in a long time that the mild panic that she felt in her chest was not entirely artificial, utterly unprepared. she hadn’t felt like this since she had first been brought through the emperor’s rift. “i think – i think i need to go,” they murmured. “to dathomir, i think. i know that it’s not the most helpful thing but if we’re cut off… i just, i need to know.”

[jedixmaverick]

         it had taken them all by surprise, one minute quinlan had been exchanging information with an officer on base the next they were all turning to the flashing words on the screen, then the silence, and then the screams. nothing remained. and what followed could only mean one thing, war. quinlan could feel the panic rising around the room, everybody trying to contact those they loved. in the middle of the whirlwind of emotions, something caught his attention. 

       ❝did you say dathomir?❞ he walked closer to the girl, who could not be older than aayla, he knew it had been decades since the last time he had been on the planet, and by some miracle it sounded like maybe ventress’ people had survived, ❝so you are a nightsister then...❞

[donnasdynamo]

[jedixmaverick]

( @slncedpilot​ | hedala ):

“right,” they retorted with a sigh and roll of her eyes. “because you know so much more about my destiny than i do. tell me, what other advice do you have for me, great purveyor of wisdom?”

          quinlan suppressed the instinct to smirk, it had been a while since he had last found a force sensitive that was not a part of the order, or set to be brought to the temple, they had known of course that they were all across the galaxy, and quinlan had learned that in this time in order to survive they had to stay a secret. not anymore. ❝only a little more than you, don’t you want to know how is it possible?❞

[jedixmaverick]

new jedi temple, yavin iv quinlan vos & jocasta nu (( @madamejocastanu ))

          quinlan still felt like the padwan who had been caught in the archives doing —well pretty much everything except reading, whenever he was in the presence of jocasta nu. even if he was taller than her now, he somehow always found himself looking up at her. and she was the only one who could offer some unbiased insight into his situation. so against every cell in his body telling him to turn around quinlan vos found himself knocking on the door that lead into her office at the new temple. 

           ❝master nu, i was hoping we might have a word❞ he had no idea where to start, but if he didn’t talk to someone soon he would be no good for anyone around him, and with the galaxy on alert move, he had to be at his best. 

[jedixmaverick]

new jedi temple, yavin iv quinlan vos & aayla secura (( @spcewrs​ ))

         ever since life day they had been scrambling to make sense of what was happening, of what was to come. quinlan hadn’t even found his footing in this new reality, had barely assimilated what had happened moments before he had showed up in it. it was never easy to find out you were decades into the future, but more than that was the fact that no one knew what had become of him. had he died at the hand of his men? or managed to survive the jedi purge? quinlan liked to believe he had died, the idea of hiding while the galaxy succumbed to fear and the tyranny of the empire was not one he liked to entertain. it helped to have something to focus on, and if he was being honest had obi-wan not come back from belkadan with that warning, quinlan would probably not have stayed at the temple. 

        well maybe he would’ve stayed if only because he was still holding onto the hope that the daughter he was too young to raise but somehow he managed to not screw up, would come back. an attachment they had both being ordered to cut, but that after feeling her die —across the galaxy, like all of the order— quinlan was done with pretending, she was his family, code be damned. and when he had felt her force signature again, well there he was, arms opened, welcome home.

[jedixmaverick]

yavin iv, the new jedi order temple the courtyard quinlan vos & luke skywalker (( @galaxywon​ ))

         they were all on high alert, not just the jedi order, the entire galaxy, it was something quinlan had not witnessed before, sure the war had left no world untouched but you either picked a side or were forced to pick one, here, well it was starting to look like a unified front. but of course not much could be done if they didn’t know who they were fighting. know your enemy.

       quinlan broke into a run when he spotted the back of the neck of a person he had wanted to talk to, ❝hey wait up!❞ he called with a tone that sounded more cheerful than he had intended, ❝you are the jedi that was with kenobi on belkadan right?❞

[jedixmaverick]

@exemplaries​ said: ❛ we won’t get another chance at this. ❜

         quinlan looked up at bastila, he had finally sat down after pacing across the temple’s meeting hall. there had been a sort of recognition between, not the old acquaintances kind, there were a few centuries between them, but the one that only those who had gone to the dark side and came back into the light shared. so of course despite being wary of the jedi order, —the new council did helped to make quinlan less hesitant to join them again— quinlan had trusted her immediately.

        ❝i guess you are right❞ he shook his head, they had never shared a common enemy before, this might be the only chance, ❝jedi and sith had been ancient enemies, for millennia... are we sure a common threat would be enough to wipe that much bad blood?❞

[jedixmaverick]

( ventress​ ):

❝ no  friends , ❞ she  affirms , not  even  bothering  to  glance  out  at  the  growing  crowd.  ❝ if  there  were , i  think  there  might  be  trouble. ❞ friends  wasn’t  a  word  ventress  used  often ,  and  those  she  did  consider  under  that  label  were  considered  by  most  to  be  of  the  unsavory  type.   ❝ more  than  enough  people  who  want  my  head , though. ❞  to  be  fair  ,  that  was practically   the  whole  republic  in  their  time  -  it  wasn’t  her  choice  that  many  of  them  had  been  brought  back , too. 

one  arm  wraps  around  his  waist  ,  pulling  him  closer.  ❝ lucky  for  them , though , i  have  no  plans  to  give  them  my  attention  tonight. ❞ that  was  reserved  for  quinlan … and  whatever  force  called  to  her  from  below  their  feet. 

         ❝oh that’s not entirely true❞ quinlan said his voice hinting the beginning of a tease, ❝trust me after you helped little ‘soka and kenobi, plenty jedi started to see you in a different light❞ he finished with a wink, and hoped she would still want to dance with him after that comment on her true nature, a good heart.

       quinlan feels the pull towards her, not just physically but —despite what the order might believe— the force that brought them together. ❝what do you want to do my love, do you want to dance?❞ quinlan asks bringing a hand up to gently brush the back of his fingers against her cheek, ❝have i told you you are the most beautiful being i’ve ever met...❞

[jedixmaverick]

( cal​ ):

no matter how many times cal comes across these situations, it doesn’t get any easier to manage the surprise. to see all these long dead jedi, those he’d grown up watching, believing in, learning from - seeing them now, after all he’s seen and learned and been through. quinlan, though… he seems closest to the nomadic jedi knight cal can remember, even if still a little different in the force, somehow. in a way cal’s familiar with, if he thinks too hard about it, but - now’s not the time.

hopefully they both make it out of here alive and he can ask about it later, maybe.

nodding in agreement, cal’s gaze is fixed on the direction the voice is coming from. he’s not sure he’s ever heard anything like it - he can sense items in the vicinity of course, and his abilities have grown stronger, but.. this is something else. something new. “that’s okay, i’m used to not liking what i find half the time.” he says with a weak chuckle, gaze shifting back towards quinlan. “whatever it is - i’d rather we find it and.. deal with whatever it is, than leave it and risk whatever it could mean for someone who’s not ready for it.”

          quinlan wasn’t sure how much cal had been told about what had happened to quinlan almost thirty years ago, but the kiffar had a feeling that since the whole thing was due to the council’s misguided belief that they had the upper moral ground, it wasn’t likely the situation would’ve been shared with anyone not directly involved. still quinlan would feel like he was lying if they never talked about it, later, a voice in the back of his head said. 

        another nod, and an overwhelming feeling of pride filling quinlan after cal’s words. and then finally they reach the source. and the closer to it, the stronger the pull, but also the bigger the worries. why does it desire to be held so badly? quinlan could not help but wonder. ❝do you have any idea what it might be?❞ quinlan asks taking a few tentative steps towards it, ❝cal, i— i don’t like keeping things from the order❞ he was talking mainly about obi-wan, possibly only about obi-wan, ❝but i have a feeling this not something we can share with the others, not until we know what it is, and why—❞ why the call feels so strong, and yet like what they are doing is not right. ❝we should take a look at it together but not right now, not when...❞ quinlan pointed towards the way the ballroom would be, ❝but we cannot leave it here.❞ 

[jedixmaverick]

@padawangone said: ❛  here goes nothing .  ❜

        there was very little that could still take quinlan by surprise, he had after all reunited with those he had loved and lost, and he himself seemed to have been brought to life —he preferred to believe he had perished at the hands of his troops than having turned his back on the galaxy during its moment of greatest need. but as he came face to face with eldra quinlan could not stop himself from opening and closing their mouth in surprise. 

        ❝el?❞ quinlan asked softly, the last time he had seen eldra he had barely been made a knight, ❝what happened to you? when we found the transport we- we never found your body... i never thought i’d ever see your again...❞