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 Yemara Vane Full Name • Yemara Vane Nickname • Yanni Race • Human Birthplace • Nar Shadaa Age • 40 Gender • female Sexuality • homosexual Faction • Jedi Concept • Rank III Master. Vane is a prototypical Jedi Guardian who rose through the monasteries' ranks thanks to her skill with a lightsaber and devotion to the High Council. She is an apt general and is often found on the frontlines leading Republic forces against what she deems the ‘enemies of democracy.’ Languages • Basic. Hutteese. Assets • Two blue single-bladed lightsabers (◘◘◘) fitted with common Adegan crystals; a utility belt (holomap, aquatic breather, comlink, rations, beacon receiver); standard Jedi battle armor (chest and torso plate, gauntlets, greaves); some credit pouches; a lightweight starship cruiser named the Orisha. Appearance Height & Weight • 5’10, 145. Overall Looks • She has scarification representative of her small settler clan; the image itself is a rainbow of protruding dots and beneath those are two lines of the same kind. They represent her people--who are half Korunnai--and their displacement from their homeland following a war between two rival crime syndicates. Her hair is long, extending down to her hamstrings, but it is often wrapped around several times over to prevent its serving as an impediment when she is on missions. Running down the length of both arms are tribal tattoos similar to the real-life Adinkra Aya. Her build is thick for her size and she is naturally athletic. Personality Profile Raised as a Jedi from birth, she knows little else but the tenets of the Order, and it is these tenets which has shaped all of her being. Few but those who know her best can tell when she is joyous, angry, bored, or anything else. Fortification reads in all of her body language, but she is not cold or distant, simply hyper-protective of herself. She is unwilling to give too much to those who do not deserve it or those whom she does not trust. Her bond with those into whom she does put her faith know her as fiercely--blindly--loyal. Her belief in democracy, the liberty of citizens, and the incorrigible right to freedom and justice make her a borderline extremist. More than many, she is slow to question and quick to act if she encounters injustice--on any scale--and she does so with questionable methods that consciously tow the line enough where no irreparable harm is done but that perpetrators know well to never do it again. She says what needs to be said and nothing more; she loves those who she is sure will sacrifice themselves for her--most of the Jedi Order--but her childish submission to the Order and the light side of the Force make her a prime target for corruption should any of her close ties be severed. Background Father • Zanto Vane Mother • Junta Vane Siblings • Nairobi; sister, smuggler Son Arden, 43; brother, banker Tomal Kesh 38; sister, scientist Other Important Connections • Maka, 104; great-grandmother, clan healer Boddo, 47, clan cousin, warrior Jahara, former Master Jedi Knight Solis Yaan, Master Overall History • I: One Last Moment In three thousand six hundred and twenty five BBY, a girl sat atop the jagged arcs of a home; a home with a mother and a father, yes, but with so many others. Stars shivered above, and the gall of these symbols of metaphysical intelligence or accidental parturition to shine as they did--to awe her as they did--swelled a wondrous and naive mind with hope. Hope for what, for whom, she would not know until she was much older and finally saw what war did to microcosms. She sat between a clan grandmother and the mother who was directly responsible for her rearing. Particle dust broke the gluttonous night and there came the show; starfighters spun and twisted across the sky and when they roared by, they left trails of their majesty. Yemara felt so close to them and she was so high she just knew if she stretched as far as she could, she could grab one of those ‘speedies’ and pull it right out of the sky! A fire crackled and drowned what dissonance could reach where the six women sat. Boddo, her clan cousin, was trying to sharpen a stick with her bare teeth; Maka, whose hands wracked and disciplined and loved with incredulous intensity but had finally began to wither after she’d become a centenarian, smacked it out of her hand and yanked her by the ear. Yemara and her mother didn’t hide their giggling at the clan mother’s redirection. ”She is going to be in long trouble!” ”Mmmhmm.” Junta, Yemara’s mother nodded. Maka gave them needles, they turned their heads and watched the sky boom with more speedies. From behind them came the swing of a door. All heads turned except Yemara’s, ”I told you it would happen like this!” Maka said under her breath to Junta, ”What’s happening, ba?’ Boddo plead aloud; Yemara still paid it no mind, ”...I know, I know… but… you know what happens if she stays.” She dies. Her and the rest of them. Grado Haas and the Black Sun were trying to reclaim a decade old debt from the girl’s father.The clan mother thought Nar Shadaa would finally let them rest for a while--hiding under the enemy’s nose was usually effective, but not when the most powerful criminal organization in the sector--second only to the Hutts--were hunting you. Someone had sold them out, and once again they would have to disperse. Yemara was going to some place different this time, though. Next to his father was a comparatively miniscule woman cloaked in creme. A brown robe and a hood much too large for her human head gave her a gravitas that all understood. Boddo was tasked with getting her clan cousin’s attention; a tap on the shoulder, Yemara turned. Wow! ”Come here, baby.” Junta crouched so she was eye level with her daughter, ”Mommy, who that?” Junta was wiping tears from her eyes while she tried to explain, ”Grandma Maka and cousin Beebee and mommy have to go, okay? You’re going with that nice lady over there.” the hooded figure pulled the namesake fixture from their head; long black locs sprawled across her shoulders, ”But I don’t wanna go! I wanna stay with you, I wanna go with you!” then came the sniffling and the tears were not far behind. Junta wiped the tears from her daughter’s eyes with the back of her hand, ”You have to be strong for mommy, okay, sweetie? You have to be a big girl for mommy.” her attempts at assuaging were met with intensified wails from the miniature party she was trying to console, ”We’ll come back for you, Yinni. Mommy will come back for you.” she had to pick Yemara up and carry her toward the yet anonymous Jedi who immediately ran down the stairs, No. There isn’t enough time! They’re here, they-” and from the rooftop there came blaster fire, then a massive swell of power which made Yemara’s little body ache and tremble; the firing ceased. Around the corner came several men, one with an eyepatch, another donning golden shimmering armor. The woman carrying her set her down; Yemara ran to the biggest thing she could and crouched behind it. There was a growl and warm bright blue trails whirling through the air. In seconds, it was over. Yemara saw it all through blurry eyes; her face was raining. She wiped the rain from her eyes and the woman who had come to get her picked her up again and ran--Yemara didn’t object, she didn’t have the words. The next thing she remembered was the sky as she looked up, stars twinkling in the heavens. If only she could reach out and grab one. II: The Beginning of A New Path The ride offworld was filled with questions. Nav coordinates already set, the lady in the brown robes who looked not all that different from Yemara's mother sat on the bed where Yemara was. A stuffed teddy bear clutched, she was caressing it with her small hands. The woman in brown, whose voice was blossom gentle, rested alveolus globes on the young girl. She let the silence shatter and shake the Otherized concomitant. The girl looked up at the big woman, finally, and the first thing Yemara noticed on her was the silver battle armor. ”Wha’s tha’?” and she pointed at the woman’s chestplate, ”This? Oh, these are… um, these are my work clothes.” ”You have a big person job like mommy?” ”I do, I do!” the woman said while chuckling, ”When’s she coming to get me?” ”Well, you’re going to be staying with me while mommy and grandma do some grown up things.” ”But you’re a stranger, she said never talk to strangers.” and the battle clad woman elevated her faux pas, a perfectly pitched moment of drama, ”She didn’t tell you? Girrlll! I’m your auntie! I had to go away for a long, long time, but I finally got some time to see you.” ”Are you Beebo’s mommy? She never talks abou-” ”Oh, no, no! I’m your daddy’s big sister.” she was not, ”Ohhhh. Why come he never talks about you?” ”Well, he and I got big and we weren’t the best of friends anymore.” ”He was mad at you?” ”Something like that.” ”Oh.” ”Hey, listen, we’re almost at auntie Jahara’s job. She’ll tell you more when we’re there.” Yemara nodded; she felt so… tired. Sleep crept upon her and when she woke, she was being carried inside a large temple with a lot of other people in brown robes inside. -- And not long after, Yemara was in robes like Jahara’s and sitting in a classroom with kids her age listening to an androgynous eight limbed creature talk about ‘the Jedi code.’ Auntie Jehara certainly had an interesting job and these classes Yemara was taking were boring but it was better than the old school she was at. They even got to swing cool sticks around. Their teacher, an old man with a large beard, said they were practicing ‘shay-cho’ or something. The old man with the long beard also taught her about more than shaycho. One he called Makeeshi, the other Sorsu, Sheen, Jemso, and there was another he said was dangerous and he would have to learn it when they were older. She learned of the Force, of symbiosis, of Light and Dark. It wasn’t until she was older that she would understand what she was and where she had been taken. Time marched inevitably and she grew: Youngling, Initiate, Padawan. Her ‘auntie’ Jahara began taking her on missions. Yemara watched her master smooth the worries of politicians, she watched--and eventually joined--her ‘auntie’, on more dangerous missions. The most perilous of which thus far came in 3617. III: Bleed and Die. Yemara and Master Jahara travelled to the planet of Thakwaa to investigate a series of disappearances. This far away from Republic space and in a land neither knew well, paired with a native species neither knew existed until they landed on the planet’s knolls, Vane and Jahara were all but alone. Provisions from the Republic ensured they had a liaison, a bilingual native. The Thakwaash representative could only say its name in its own tongue but said most else in Basic. ”Evil is in here.” ”What kind of evil?” Jahara took the reigns as she should, ”Many, many, many pale-things come here. Do not know what they want, but all go to caves underneath us.” ”Pale things? Pale people?” ”Yes, yes, yes, pale people. Looking for these.” the trio kept walking until they reached a ramshackle and went inside. A brown cloth was on the table and the equine diplomat unrolled the cloth. On it were two lightsaber hilts and a radiating red crystal. ”How… how did you get that?” Jahara glanced up at their collaborator, ”Old ones come here. Die by wild creatures. Feared others coming, we make a call.” Then another ship broke the atmosphere and entered hover; the rumble overhead the hobble made the equine cover their ears, far too sensitive for the shriek of the thrusters. Yemara felt two dark presences inside. One was much greater than the other. Jahara wrapped up the lightsabers and the crystal and put them in her robes. They stepped outside into the middle of Thakwaasha’s wilds as the ramp on the newcomer’s ship let down. Two adumbrate shapes settled the soles of black boots into green and pink azalea. One--the one whose presence in the Force Yemara felt louder thrum--pulled the consuming hood from her head. Red and yellow stained her eyes, but she was not of the ‘pale’ people. The smaller--in stature and size, though a few inches taller still than Yemara--didn’t move a limb, the shroud of elusive dark fog a slent coffin around him. To Yemara, the world seemed to shift as the red eyed woman spoke, ”I believe you have some that belongs to us, Jedi.” ”I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about. Yemara, you remember us picking up anything that belongs to these two nice people?” Yemara shook her head; her right hand trembled. She felt the Force shifting all around her, an anger, vines of darkness reaching out, spreading. The red-gold eyed woman pulled a hilt from her belt; the yet uncloaked quiet on her side did the same. Conjoined, red columns extended toward the brush below, their hums tuned to one another. ”Yemara; welcome to your first day on the job.” she ignited the blue lightsaber in her right hand. Yemara followed suit, her eyes trailing toward the manifested silence standing next to the woman whose eyes seemed like a gift from Bogan itself. The brunet marauders charged, as did the two Jedi, KSSHH!! KSSHH!! Blue and red whirred to similar centerpoints before they clashed. On the left, the Jedi Knight and the Dark Jedi engaged one another in a blur; Jahara was a fanciful show of flips and somersaults as her Ataru exploited the aggressive counter-seeking of the Shien her opponent employed. Their fight was revolutions and parries away from Yemara and the apprentice she faced. Alone, Yemara stared into the sable pit; the Apprentice disengaged first but was quick to come overhead with an emboldened downward swing which Yemara blocked but the force of the blow rang through the arms and she felt her muscles tense instantly. She wasn’t strong enough to beat this obfuscation outright. Heat from her saber invaded her skin and nearly pressed against the nape of her neck before she spun out from beneath the Apprentice who re-positioned themselves in an instant. Yemara backed away; he was fast, about as quick as she was, but she wasn’t given time to find her advantage as the Apprentice kept his assault up, aided by something craven. Yemara put her blade horizontal as a pike of red smashed into her again, she stepped back as her opponent’s blade lifted and he brought his saber low and tried to bisect her! She flipped her saber down with a turn of her wrist and caught the swing while it was still out and wide before it could gain much momentum, then she shunted it off. While Yemara was exposed, the Dark Jedi kicked her in the stomach and she stumbled back and almost fell. While she was off balance, the Dark Jedi rushed her, the blade arcing closely for her head; she used her backward momentum and let herself fall to the ground so the dark one missed the aggressive swing. While the Apprentice’s arm traced the width of their body and the saber followed suit, Yemara dug a boot into his thigh and kicked him with all her might, which made him stumble and gave her enough distance to get to her feet again. She wrapped the Force around her lightsaber and called it to her hand; the Dark Jedi had closed the distance between them some seconds after and once again Yemara was on the backfoot. This time, though, she weaved and slipped lightsaber swings instead of deferring to parries or getting caught in blade locks. The Dark Jedi’s hood fell off their head and revealed a young man’s, not more than one or two years older than her. The midnight cloud around him grew; he was strong with the dark side, and she felt her body getting cold, she had to end this before he overwhelmed her. Then came an opening; he swung down again,, she slipped under and to the left--with his saber arm exposed, she quickly stepped into him and rose her blade skyward with another turn of her wrist, blue scaled toward the stars and shrill agony blanketed the fields, KZZT! On the ground lay a hand encircling a hilt, the red blade still protruding from its emitter matrix. A Dark Jedi Apprentice unmasked and on his knees; tainted gold piercing Yemara’s scared and exhilarated face as she held humming blue to her dispatched enemy. There was nothing said, just a waiting. Then came another shift in the Force; rattling on the ground, it was distinct--there was a pain in her back, Yemara’s eyes grew wide. It was a reflex, she jumped out of the way as lightsaber flew toward the Apprentice; Yemara dived out of the way and could only watch as the Apprentice’s desperation and embarrassment led to his own lightsaber plunging into his chest. Smoke simmered from the exit wound in his shoulder blade and the robed Apprentice fell back, eyes wide open. The darkness faded. She went to find her Master. Boots sloshed through deep soil as she trodded through fog. When she found her Master locking sabers with the Dark Jedi , she spun away from the Dark Jedi just as Yemara had--it was a trick Jaha taught Yemara--and reached into her brown robes. She tossed the thick cloth to Yemara, ”Auntie!” Yemara called, ”Run, Yemara! Go back to the Temple and find Master Yaan! She’ll tell you everything!” when Jahara turned, Yemara gasped--Jahara’s eyes, they… they were red...gold. Yemara ran to the ship, a penetrating boomed and stretched like it was chasing after her. She moved her legs as fast as she could and nearly fell as she turned to run up the ramp of the ship. She set ran to the cockpit, pressed a few buttons, and in moments she was headed for the temple on Coruscant. IV: What We Become 3617-3602 When she arrived on Coruscant, her heart was pounding. The metal of this ship was so hollow, so crushing. It landed on the pad outside the Temple; Yemara ran with her eyes closed, tears rolled down her face. She ran into legs thick as trunks. She fell on her behind and dropped the cloth she had in her hand. Out rolled both of the confiscated Dark Jedi lightsabers. There was a large woman, abnormally so, it seemed--she had white hair but none of the wrinkles that accompanied age. She lowered a hand to Yemara and helped her up before she picked up the cloth--without touching the lightsabers--and greeted Yemara with a smile, ”Young Master Vane. Solis Yaan; your new Master. Let’s get right to it! You can follow me. We’ll be… expediating the rest of your training.” wait, huh? Yemara followed without much question. She sat alone while Solis bade her to wait here and left the seemingly reserved training room for several hours. Soon after, she returned. Sliding metal doors shut behind her. ”Young master Vane; today is the first day of the rest of your life. From this point on, I will assume all duties your former Master once possessed.” ”What happened to Au--Master Jahara?” ”She has… fallen.” ”Fallen? She… the woman killed her?” ”No… we… we do not know. What we do know now is that what you and your Master were sent to get--those two lightsabers and that crystal--were exactly as we thought. Something dark inside them; they change anyone who gets near them.” ”That doesn’t make sense?!” ”The Force does not make sense, child.” ”But… but now what? What am I supposed to do?” ”We continue where you and your Master left off. We prepare you for the day you see her again. The galaxy is weary; there are talks of war. And I may not be around to see you through it when it comes.” Yemara was silent. For 15 years, she was silent. 3617-3610: Yemara finds her talent with a lightsaber and excels at lightsaber combat more than her innate talent with the Force; her size and speed make her an apt practitioner of Form VII, Juuyo, and she specializes in it. It is during this time she accompanies Master Yaan across the galaxy on reconnaissance and diplomatic missions as the galaxy’s peace continues. She is elected for Knighthood some time in 3611. It is during this time she strengthens her connection to the Force and continues to tighten her bladework. Master Silas Yaan becomes one with the Force a year later and not long after, toward the end of 1610, Yemara takes a Padawan for herself. 3610-3601: In 3608, Yemara and her Padawan, a Miralan named Jitu, are sent on a mission to Reuss VI to retrieve stolen Republic dossiers from a Bounty Hunter named Golden Six. They defeat Six and uncover a larger slaver ring in the Outer Rim. On the list of names is one Yemara recognizes: Boddo, her clan cousin and Tomal, her biological sister. Yemara and Jitu head to Anoth to free Yemara’s family. When they arrive, they find them emaciated and hardly alive, but the two manage to free them; their slavers long killed and the trail cold. They return home to Coruscant where Tomal and Boddo are nursed to health. In 3606, Yemara and Jitu are called to Socorro to aid the local populace with a M’onnok infestation. With the help of the Ibhaan’l and the C’jaalysce’l, the two Jedi venture into the Rym mountains and into a newly settled M’onnok city. After gladiatorial combat, Jitu subdues their lieutenant, while Yemara bests their leader, and the four negotiate an armstice between the M’onnok and the local tribes. In 3604, Yemara’s Padawan, Jitu, ascends to Knighthood. Yemara takes another Padawan, a young Bothan named Kumursk Bwatoh. She spends the next two years training him, helping him strengthen his inherent Force talent in step with her own. The two spend the next two years training together By 3602, the war Yemara feared for 15 years finally comes, but not in the way she assumed it would. The Mandalorians have united under a new Mandalore leader, and the Sith Empire--the dark lords of eras past--have returned and ousted the bureaucrats and bankers who once controlled them. Like so many other Jedi across the galaxy, Yemara and Kumursk are sent to the Outer Rim to fight the encroaching threat. They first encounter re-born Sith on Comra. Unprepared for these new Lords, the two Jedi are defeated and retreat into the edges of Republic space. V: The Price of Peace 3602-3596 Knowing her Padawan--and herself--are not yet prepared to face these ancient warriors of penumbra, they return to their training. They spend the next 10 months refining themselves so they are ready when they fully join the Republic on the front lines. Yemara approaches mastery of Form VII, and her Padawan officially joins the ranks of the Jedi Consulars, his talent in the Force excelling even hers. 3602 comes and goes, and as one year gives way to another, the Mandalorian-Sith alliance rampages through the Outer Rim. In 3601, Yemara and Kumursk are sent to join Republic forces on Subterrel. Alongside their allies, the two Jedi aid in the purging of the dark side taint--and the defeat of the Sith--on the planet. They find no rest, though, and just a few months later answer a distress signal by a near overrun Republic outpost on the west side of the Outer Rim. In 3600, Yemara and Kumursk travel to a distant planet where Republic soldiers have been sending previously unanswered evacuation signals. With the Republic stretched thin and suffering losses in several campaigns across the stars, Yemara and Kumursk are among the few who are available to offer aid. With their ground forces halved and supplies low, Yemara and Kumursk engage the Sith warriors and the troops leading the Imperial garrison on the planet. They are nearly overrun and forced to flee, but save an otherwise devastating defeat at the hands of the Empire and preserve hundreds of lives. The planet, however, is lost. From 3600-3598 Yemara and Kumursk are sent across the galaxy as the Republic war effort crumbles and they are pushed from the Outer Rim and into the Mid Rim. The two are marginally successful in repelling Imperial raids on all-but lost planets and do aid in turning the tide against Imperial forces on stalemated planets. In 3598, Yemara and Kumursk are sent to Obroa-skai to help a resistance force--led by her clan cousin Boddo--against a Sith Lord and a massive entrenchment of the Empire’s soldiers. The fighting rages for weeks, and Kumursk suffers a brutal injury, but is nonetheless alive. Boddo and Yemara devise a plan to flank and pincer advancing Imperial forces, and while Boddo and the Republic auxiliaries drive back Imperial ground troops, Yemara engages the Sith Lord--her former Master, Jahara. Their blades clash and dance in a ballet of light. Jahara’s sheer speed is enough to overwhelm Yemara at first until Yemara anticipates one of Jahara’s landing spots and after syncopating the timing of her strike to bait Jahara into a missed strike, Yemara is forced to bisect her old Master. But she has nothing left in her, ultimately, and Boddo and the Republic soldiers are rebuffed when Mandalorian reinforcements arrive some days later. The planet is held as the Republic sends reinforcements of their own. Beaten, tired, and injured, Yemara and Kumursk are sent to the Temple to recover. Months pass, and 1598 becomes 1597. The war continues, and as the Order’s numbers dwindle across the galaxy, Yemara is put up for her trials once more--this time to become a Master. Concurrently, her Padawan, for his efforts in the war and alongside his Master, is Knighted. But Yemara and Kumursk are kept at the Temple, even after their Trials are complete. Once she is rested enough, Yemara begins teaching classes at the Temple, though she takes on no new Padawans, vowing to never see one of the Initiates or Younglings hurt while under her charge so long as this war continues. She learns Jitu has also taken a Padawan and joined has been sent to the frontlines as well. Yemara perfects her Form VII and her work in the war effort has deepened her understanding of the Force. She devotes herself fully to the Republic’s cause and becomes somewhat of an extremist in carrying out the Order’s deeds. Her interim is cut short in 1596 when she is called to one of the Inner Rim territories alongside a host of other Knights to defend Republic territories across the sector. VI: The Republic Lives 1596-1591 Though they and many other Jedi Knights and Masters fought valiantly across the Inner and Mid Rims, Yemara and her forces are forced to retreat in several campaigns owed to the sheer combined might of the Empire and the Mandalorians as Republic worlds fall to their united power. Yemara leads Republic troops in battle after battle, many losses follow her name, but as do many prevented annihilations as she realizes she cannot wage--and waste--the Republic’s much smaller force in large pushes against the Republic and instead breaks up the troops under her charge into several groups. She instead re-purposes her unit into a rescue and reconnaissance force, answering distress calls across the galaxy and ensuring Republic forces are evacuated safely--if she can reach them before their worlds are overrun. This continues for an entire year. When 3695 comes, she is ordered to retreat to Coruscant. Not long after, the Battle of Coruscant occurs. Yemara, alongside hundreds of Jedi and a massive Republic force, stand against the Sith and save Coruscant. After the battle, the war ends not long after. In 3594, the Peace of Prahzi sees an end to the fighting. Yemara spends the next three years teaching students at the Temple on Coruscant. She has not ventured across the galaxy in some time, but as the cosmos becomes uneasy once more, she is preparing herself for the inevitable. |
