Owner	Pose
Athena	When the Baron sheaths his sword and turns to walk away, the elder Ikkrukki Jedi scolds him, "And where do you think you're going?!" The Mandalorian stops, his expression hidden from view from by his helmet. "I was helping," he adds softly. "No, you were -not-," the elder Jedi says sharply. "You should be ashamed of yourself, that rooftop was recently repaired, due to the damages inflicted by the monsoon." The Baron says nothing, instead, stares at the ground idly, arms folded. Meanwhile, Jorn is probably either just waking up from having been knocked unconscious by Er'gi's head, or nursing a headache. Or maybe both. Either way, he probably won't miss it when the other giant Mandalorian stirs awake with a groan. "Sorry about that," he mumbles, "I was a bit drunk and felt an urge to punch something." Rykard then turns to Navi, whatever annoyance he'd been experiencing a moment ago gone from his expression. "Yes, I am sorry about that. We've discovered the Arkanians have likely stolen a large portion of the Baron's research regarding cloning, and disappeared. Some of it included plans to recreate a once dead Force sensitive individual and famous Jedi Knight, Tarre Vizsla. We don't know where they might have gone, but it would seem the Baron may have a lead buried somewhere in the lab in the Gorge." He pauses. "Getting there may prove difficult. I don't know what the terrain down there is like, since the monsoon occurred." Meanwhile, Zetha's likely headed for the hospital, since Soren had told her he had a free moment. When she gets to the lobby, she'll find it pretty empty - it's late. But the Mikkian girl who'd shown her to her room that time she'd gone to visit Crane in the hospital is there, at the receptionist's desk.
Jorn	Jorn groans and he looks at Er'gi. There's a temptation to shoot him again. Twice this time. "Why?" he says firmly. "Do we know if the Jedi were successful or did their handholding lead to the failure we expected," because Jorn's pulling back some details, but doesn't know how much time happened between the blaster shot and now.
Zetha Rumir	Zetha smiles to the Mikkian girl at the desk. "Hey Luli. I messaged Soren a bit ago and he offered me some time to come and talk to him. Is he back in his office?" Asking her while almost walking right past. But her motions do slow down just in case she needs to be told elsewhere to go.
Navi	"Thanks, Master. And since the Gorge is most likely flooded due to the monsoon rains, we're stuck marking time until the water goes down," Navi observes. "I promised Mondrian I'd catch up with her and go back to Aklyrr Bend. I'll check and see how bad things look in the Gorge while I'm there." She looks at the Baron, scowling. "Also, you need to remember this is a Republic colony, and you and yours are guests. I've been trying to be lenient regarding Mandalorians around here, since you're guests and the Order did want to help you, but every time I turn around and try to talk everyone into giving you a chance, I walk into another brawl or firefight. I"m starting to think Mondrian's right about Mandalorians. Behave yourself and I might decide I'm wrong. Don't, and you answer to Republic law. I'm done." She turns and starts walking toward the tram station.
Reza Orvenk	It's times like this that Reza realizes she did herself no favors by retreating to Ban Hagi decades ago. The time spent in quiet contemplation, in meditation, in working with her hands was priceless. It's also ill-prepared her for the sudden appearance of Mandalorians, blasters, swords, jetpacks and complete and utter chaos. The Dowutin Jedi simply sighs, pleased that the situation's been (at least briefly) resolved. For her part, she'd drawn her lightsaber from her utility belt but hadn't ignited in time for the action. Now that the action was over, she saw no reason to escalate a situation badly in need of deescalation by activating it now. Instead, the giant-sized Jedi Knight ponderously approaches the scene of the confrontation. Her gaze turns from the Baron to Volken, and then back to the two other Jedi on scene who presumably have a better idea of what's going on than she does. Instead, she simply comes to stand behind them, head and shoulders (and almost waist) over them. Quietly, she speaks to Cayde and Rykard and says "Is this part of why I was called or a separate matter? Are there local peacekeepers to involve?" Mandalorians can be ''tricky''. It doesn't help that she doesn't have much firsthand experience with them either. Either way, she keeps her gaze fixed on both Mandalorians, her expression plainly conveying that continued hostility on either of their parts will result in interference, by someone big enough they can't ignore.
Cayde Alexis	Cayde doesn't add anything to the conversation, but just fixes the baron with a look as hard as his master's. Starting fight for no good reason...well, this was why Tarre had been the reason for the long conflict between Jedi and Mandalorians.     At Reza's question, he just glances toward Rykard again, waiting for his master and marshal to answer. Honestly, he doesn't really know himself.
Athena	"Why?" Er'gi says, still facedown on the ground. "Why do -you- get the urge to shoot someone who disagrees with you? Who knows, who cares? We're Mandalorian. These things don't warrant explanation." "You're asking the wrong person, vod. I've been out cold for... I don't even know how long. Why don't you ask them yourself? They look done with whatever business they were conducting before." "Well, no," Luli says, "but you know which guest suite he always stays in." She sighs. "He's been here in Kublop more often than not these days. Not sure why...but you can walk up. He's expecting you." "Please do," Rykard urges Navi, "thank you, and we'll join you in Aklyrr soon, I promise." By now, the rest of those who'd come to Kublop to greet Reza are already heading back to the colony. Xera is in the tram car just ahead of them. "What's with the Graf lady," Mondrian (F) says, already having taken a seat on the tram. "She didn't look happy to see you." The Baron watches Navi leave, and then his gaze shifts to Cayde. "Surely you don't agree with your Master...?" he says when the young padawan gives him a hard look. To Reza, Rykard says, "Well, yes, and no," he says, "the townsfolk see us as the peacekeepers. Anyway, it's just one aspect of why you were brought here. The other..." he glances at Cayde briefly. "We'll talk about it, in private, later. I'm sure the Council informed you that your title officially here will be Senior Deputy. And as you know, Navi and Cayde will remain deputies as well, but you will help oversee them, and ... other matters." He looks over at the Mandalorians. "There is a specific thing in mind, actually..."
Navi	"All right, Master. See you there. I've got my comlink in case anything comes up," Navi replies to Master Rykard, over her shoulder, as she walks to the tram station. She takes a seat beside Mondrian on the tram. "I don't know," she replies softly. "Things have been all kinds of topsy-turvy since the monsoon. At one point months ago, she really wanted my Deputy Marshal's badge, and was pretty unhappy when I refused her offer. Maybe that's what she's upset about."
Zetha Rumir	Ah yes. The guest suite. Zetha nods and offers Luli a smile. "I do. Thanks Luli." Then she's off to make quick work of getting to that suite and knocking on the door before letting herself in. "Thanks for meeting with me... though I have to wonder why you're calendar is so free tonight given everything that has happened recently."
Jorn	"You were taking a swing. I ended the situation." Jorn says firmly and matter of factly. Then he looks around. Trying to see if there's still a feed of the interrogation scene or not. He's trying to get his bearings still.
Reza Orvenk	The news that this colony apparently doesn't have a local peacekeeping organization to liaison with is...concerning. And perhaps explains the need and request for Jedi. In the long term, of course, Republic worlds and colonies are expected and eventually required to handle their own peacekeeping. Locals will always be more aware of the unique needs of their populace, living among them and coming from them as they do. But Reza's also made something of a study of history and diplomacy, particularly in connection with the Jedi Order. There've been a handful of cases where long-term peacekeeping by the Jedi Order resulted in a colony or civilization resenting the 'outsider', blemishing the Order's reputation and ability to carry out its operations and obligations. Hopefully, Teeno will move towards at least beginning to implement its own police force and peacekeeping operations in the near future. "I look forward to any insight the two of you can offer," Reza says, her low booming voice deliberately modulated for softness. "It was useful and welcoming to at least meet some of the public figures we'll be interacting with for the duration. I'm confident making and maintaining those good relationships will go a long way towards a peaceful colony." As for the Mandalorians, the 3 meter tall alien's sharp black eyes continues to keep an eye on them. If they're willing to handle their business without shooting up the place, she sees no reason to immediately intervene. But it's obvious the Jedi isn't thrilled with violent confrontations in the spaceport, where either the public or public property is at risk.
Cayde Alexis	[You started fight...] Cayde points out simply to the baron, still frowning. He seems equally as displeased about it as Reza and Rykard. [What not to agree about]     He watches as Graf and San Tekka leave, his gaze following Xera for a few seconds. Well of course she wasn't happy to see another Jedi who could foil all her manipulative schemes.
Volken Mons	Moments ago. "If you lot had of simply came to us to -tell- us that instead of rudely walking past us instead of giving us a glance to even say 'Wait just a moment' then none of that probably woulda happened. We're not bein' treated like second class ciitizens here any more." Those were Volkens' words after Cayde revealed that Caine wasn't lying. And honestly - that was good enough for him. What had incensed the Mandalorians was the utter and total disregard and Caine's smugness with no clarity from the Master or the Padawan. From where Volken stood-they should have known better. Basic diplomacy. Granted Mandalorian diplomacy does involve swords, guns and fists but...at least they're polite about it! That literally cools him down. There's still more he wants to know - but - he has to take a second to pull it together after that short brawl with Caine. A brawl he intends to revisit later and properly finish. For now he simply watches the others - studying the Dowutin Jedi as well...but with so much going on he's not quite ready to directly greet her yet. Not to mention his antics with Caine was a way of him saying 'hello' he supposes. Eventually, he rises and finally starts heading towards Er'gi with quickening pace. Time to get some more answers...
Jorn	Jorn will grab Er'gi and tug him up.However, he's not going to undo the binder cuffs. Jorn's just ready to see where this goes. A lot of questions he needs answers to. The Mandalorian in green just waits a little bit to see how things will unfold.
Athena	Rykard bows politely to Navi as she leaves. Once Navi has reached the tram and taken a seat next to Mondrian (F), the female CSF officer frowns. "Okay, first of all, that's a serious problem. She shouldn't be making those kinds of demands. Did you tell Rykard? Secondly, I honestly wasn't even talking about that. I saw the way you looked at her." She then averts her gaze. The door slides open, and Zetha will see the Doctor standing in the kitchen, wearing his glasses and carrying a ladle in one hand. There's a datapad with a recipe on it on the counter, but he's not looking at it. One of his wrists is bound up, but he's acting like it isn't bothering him. "Oh," he says, "You're a little early. Well, I was on cleanup duty but they sent me back to hospital before the shift was over." He doesn't say why, but it's kind of obvious. "Okay," Er'gi says, "fine. But could you please uncuff me? I'm not in a punching mood anymore, just so you know." "I didn't touch him," the Baron protests to Cayde. He suddenly looks rather put out, as if his ego had been grievously bruised. He sits down on a nearby bench and flicks a pebble off of it sullenly. Rykard suddenly looks tired at Reza's comment, but doesn't elaborate on his expression. "Yes," he says, "I certainly hope so. There is a constabulary here, but there's only four people employed by it. And with a group of us leaving to go back to Coruscant for a little bit, there will be need for someone to make sure the Mandalorians don't cause further trouble, and to continue supervising the reparations to the Temple in the Gorge --" And then Volken interrupts, and the elder Master turns to look at Volken. "That had nothing to do with withholding information and everything to do with Cayde taking initiative and responsibility." He turns a sharp look to the young padawan, and is perhaps about to say more, but the Baron has stood up and is reaching for his knife again. "Behave yourself," he scolds the Baron, "if you can bare your soul to my padawan, a total stranger, and then elicit a smile from him, it will certainly -not- kill you to put your knife away." He then draws himself up, but remains composed. "And you," he says to Volken. "if you can treat younglings with kindness and compassion, and save two people who can and will owe you nothing from a collapsing building at risk to your own life, then surely, you can walk away from a knife, that even if thrusted, would do you very little harm."
Zetha Rumir	"How can I be early to an appointment we never had?" Zetha asks, looking over the doctor for a moment. Gaze lingering on his wrist. "How did you hurt yourself? Will you be alright?" Obviously so, Zetha, if the man is cooking for himself. So she gives a shake of her head. "...A lot has gone on that I need to talk to you about...so if you don't have time, Soren, I understand..."
Cayde Alexis	Cayde's expression toward Caine doesn't change. So, he hadn't said they'd touched. [You started pointless fight] he repeats again, except this time he calls the altercation futile.     At that sharp look, the padawan sighs and looks downcast for a moment. [Sorry master...] he signs.
Navi	"Yeah, about that..." Navi replies, blushing slightly. "Xera and I were dating for a little while. You've probably already noticed, but she's a perfectionist and very demanding. I don't know if that's something that happens to nobility or if she's a special case. Anyway, it was while we were dating that she made me an offer for my badge. Not a bribe to get an officer of the law under her thumb... she wanted the job itself. I think she felt it would give her greater control over the colony than she already has. She wasn't happy when I turned her down." "I still have my feelings for her. I don't know how she feels. She did care about me, once. Maybe she still does."