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Post by Chalco on Jun 7, 2015 14:08:45 GMT -8
Chalco nodded enthusiastically at the answers, the passion for learning the most animated that the children ever got to see him. His hands remained clasped behind his back as he moved, reaching the last row and turning to walk along behind the students. He gave Jevn a nod and a smile as the other Jedi made his way out of the class, letting him no that the interruption was no bother, before he spoke once again in his level, measured fashion.
"Very good, Brakus. Morgan."
He slowed and stopped when he reached the center aisle, turning to face the podium at the front of the class, the back of the students heads arrayed before him.
"What else?"
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Post by Chalco on May 20, 2015 9:37:09 GMT -8
Chalco returned the solemn bow that Morgan offered him with a slight twitch of the lip and watched as the small girl made her way to her seat. He allowed a moment for the class to settle, the slow murmur of hushed conversation rising then dropping before he finally stilled it with a clearing of his throat.
"Glad you could join us, Morgan.."
His voice was wryly amused, containing just enough reproach to convey that he expected better. Their conversation earlier ran through his mind briefly and while he knew she had other things on her mind he was reluctant to allow that to excuse tardiness. For now though he would let it go lest the class never truly begin.
"Okay. Now that we are all here..." He cast a mistrustful glance at the door which brought a few muted chuckles. "We shall begin."
He once again began to pace, strolling down to the right then turning and beginning a slow circle of the small desks behind which the children sat. His voice was calm and controlled as he move, plenty loud enough to convey to every person in the room.
"What can anyone tell me about the Yuuzhan Vong?"
He felt the topic pertinent considering the events of earlier today and he watched Morgan closely as he wandered past where she and Jake sat. They had been looking into the history of the galaxy and he thought he'd move things a bit closer by focussing on a more recent series of events...
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Post by Chalco on May 17, 2015 18:00:06 GMT -8
With an expression of serious acknowledgement Chalco inclined his head to Jevn, joining his hands together in front of his chest and dipping his upper body forward before returning his hands to the small of his back. He turned slowly and paced to his left as he spoke, traversing the length of the row of desks in front of him before stopping.
"Thank you, Jedi Marona. We are honoured to have you among us."
With a calm and easy manner he turned again to pace back the other way, his slow gait deliberate and steady.
He liked to move as he taught, the motion aiding thought while he allowed his voice to reach out the the eager minds awaiting instruction. He also moved around when teaching because it forced the children to pay attention, their eyes tracking where he was and opening their ears to what was said. For over six decades he had taught and he had found many a subtle technique to educate his wards.
"So..." His voice was enthused with the excitement he held towards his job, one that he often passed on to his students if lucky. "On with today's lesson."
He had traversed to the far right of the class and back to the middle, stopping and turning to face them as a whole. He was about to speak again while he hesitated, eyes going distant for a moment. A slightly rueful smile crossed his normally stern features and he seemed to mutter something under his breath.
"Great time as usual... One moment class while our last member joins us..."
He looked up towards the double doors at the back of the class...
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Post by Chalco on May 13, 2015 12:21:09 GMT -8
Satisfied with the chorus of assent that sang out in the classroom Chalco made his way around the desk with casual ease, dropping down off of the front of the podium to stand before the rows of desks. Placing his hands behind his back he moved to the right a little and stopped, emerald gaze drifting over the assembled younglings.
"We have an observer among us today, class. I'd like to introduce Jedi Jevn Marona from the Coruscant Temple who has arrived to join us today..."
He gestured with his left hand to the back of the class where the dark-haired Jedi had taken a seat.
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Post by Chalco on May 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
With a slightly stern look Chalco watched as Jake made his way to his seat, waiting for the youth to find his place before responding. His voice was calm and soft yet there was a hint of reproach to it, the folding of his arms as he stood tall behind the desk adding to the imposing sense of authority he projected.
"Morgan can find her own way to this classroom and needs no assistance in her journey..."
He would keep things even in this class with not the slightest trace of favouritism shown either towards his former students at Yavin IV, or the cherished offspring of Felucia's paramount Jedi. It was often a fine line to walk for Chalco as his eyes narrowed slightly as they continued to pin Jake in his seat with their scrutiny, trying to find the path between being engaging and maintaining the needed distance to assert a small measure of control.
"Keep your own side of the space lanes clean, mister Calmcacil, and allow your sister to attend to hers."
His eyes swept the classroom as he unfolded his arms, placing his hands on the desk and leaning forward. His voice strengthened somewhat, rising in volume to address the class as a whole.
"You all know what time this class starts and should by now have the discipline and forethought to be here on time. It is not so much about the time itself but of respect for myself and your fellow students.
He pushed himself upright and tilted his head to the left, right eyebrow rising.
"Is that clear?"
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Post by Chalco on May 7, 2015 9:33:05 GMT -8
The tall humanoid had the good grace to look abashed as they rounded a corner and stepped through a portal and into the wing that housed the classrooms and study centres. Stepping to the side to allow a group of youths to pass then by Chalco resumed his walk, turning his upper body slightly to offer Jevn an abbreviated bow.
"Forgive my manners, Jedi Marona. I am Master Chalco Gannor."
With another indication with his chin he drew attention to a side corridor that led to the teacher facilities, turning to head down it. Another gesture preceded him taking the third small door on his left and stepping into the classroom itself.
"Just follow my lead."
He muttered the words as the stepped into a classroom already occupied by just over a dozen children of around twelve years old...
Continued here - jedivsith.boards.net/thread/2664/classrooms-lecture-halls?page=1&scrollTo=77593
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Post by Chalco on May 7, 2015 6:14:48 GMT -8
Chalco shook his head and flashed a small smile at the Jevn's offer of assistance. With dark hair and vivid green eyes the man possessed a quiet calm that Chalco found approval in, a thoughtful demeanor that hinted at patient appraisal of things around him. He knew the man had trained at Yavin as a youngster but assumed he had already left for Coruscant before the Falleen arrived at the Praxeum there.
"Alas I fear they are precariously balanced and any such interference now could lead to a collapse."
He gestured with his chin towards a corridor and moved in that direction, his pace now unhurried and steady. His tan and emerald robes were fresh with him having changed from his morning excursion into the jungle and his single topknot was slightly damp indicated he had recently come from the baths.
"I understand you trained at Yavin when younger before moving to Coruscant..."
His head turned slightly as his own green eyes took in the younger Jedi.
"How did you find the big city?"
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Post by Chalco on May 6, 2015 18:58:34 GMT -8
As Chalco came hurrying through the lobby with a stack of datacards, pads and readers cradled in his arms he caught sight of the newcomer in plain clothing making his way towards the interior of the base. Quickening his pace the Falleen Jedi allowed his long legs to carrying rapidly across the lobby in the man's wake. He had been with Aerandir when news of the posting of one Jedi Marona to Felucia came through over the secure holonet and the Force, along with some logical assumptions, alluded him to the fact that this was him.
He caught up just as they were passing through the huge double doors that linked the courtyard to the lobby, coming up besides the newcomer and glancing to his right with a slight tilt of the head.
"Jedi Marona I assume? Welcome to Felucia."
He made a slight gesture that managed to turn the slight rise and fall of the equipment he carried into a shrug of apology. With deft positioning he directed their walk towards the classrooms and lecture halls as he continued his greeting with a slightly apologetic tone.
"I am afraid you have caught me at a rather bad time. I have a class to attend to at this time but I can easily get someone to show you to quarters if you would like to get settled..."
An eyebrow arched on his reptilian features, a pondering look that seemed to size the man up.
"Unless you'd like to join me in my venture into the madness of teaching? Dive in at the deep end as it were..."
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Post by Chalco on May 6, 2015 15:13:39 GMT -8
"I see that you have nearly perfected the art of standing around looking lost, mister Sev..."
The voice came from the front of the hall to the right of the podium, where Master Chalco Gannor had entered the room through a side door reserved for staff. His pace was measured, neither quick nor slow, as he made his way towards the raised dais upon which a huge desk that doubled as a lecture podium sat. In his hands he carried a collection of datapads, cards and readers all precariously balanced one atop another.
A slight trace of amusement took some of the sting out of the statement to young Brakus yet there was no mistaking the authority the tall Falleen carried with him as he made his way across the front of the room. He often joked with colleagues that he put on his stern teacher persona whenever he entered class, a statement they find highly amusing, often pointing out that it was likely impossible to tell.
"How is it the rest of the class has managed to find their way to their seats yet you remain unprepared for my arrival?"
Reaching the steps to the platform he ascended in three strides and carefully set his burdens down before sorting through them to arrange their order. Twelve readers went on the edge of the desk ready for the students while his own 'pad and datacards went to his left, next to the holoprojector. His head came up slightly in order to fix Brakus with a mock glare.
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Post by Chalco on Apr 21, 2015 17:19:42 GMT -8
Inclining his head in a slight bow Chalco couldn't stop the slight smile that graced his features at Aerandirs formal tone. Not one to run a tight ship it had taken the rigid Falleen weeks before he had got used to calling the Jedi Master by first name. Indeed, a lot of the idiosyncrasies of the Felucia Jedi Base had thrown him at first, not the least of which was Morgan herself. At least she no longer ran around everywhere naken, he thought dryly.
"And with you, my friend..."
He spoke as he straightened again, the smile now fully developed into a grin that likely still looked odd on his grim features. His hands found their way into their opposite sleeves as he stood, the emerald cuffs glinting slightly in the sunlight.
"Perhaps I won't use it all up trying to manage a class of unruly brats..."
He arched an eyebrow at Morgan and flashed her a mockingly serious expression before once again allowing the smile to return. With a jaunty wave he turned and made his way towards the doors to the Jedi base, chucking at any indignant reaction that may follow him...
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Post by Chalco on Apr 21, 2015 17:11:24 GMT -8
Situated down a short corridor from the courtyard an area devoted to study for those at the Jedi Base exists. A series of rooms that range in size from small and intimate study zones to large amphitheatres designed as lecture halls. A dedicated library is also present at the far side of this area and, while not as complete as the Base archives, is sufficient to see to the needs of the students here. A series of small offices can be found near the library for the use of the teaching staff and a turbolift can also be found here to provide access to other levels.
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Post by Chalco on Apr 16, 2015 17:05:48 GMT -8
He nodded his head gravely at the words from Aerandir, casting a quick glance at Morgan and Lucy as the other Jedi finished. The youngling wouldn't like her fathers stance on this but she had to understand that the greater good sometimes outweighed the need for right. While her empathy to her mother planet was admirable it could be dangerous to become too single-minded. Tunnel vision could exclude ones mind to other idea's, limiting growth and negating other ways. Perhaps he could factor such a lesson into one of his classes one day.
Speaking of classes... He was due to teach some ten to thirteen year olds today. He would need to wrap this up in time to chance and catch a quick sonic before he faced such a trial. He had been on the go now for nearly twenty hours and it was beginning to take its toll. Perhaps a nap too then, if the Force permitted...
"Very well, Aerandir. If I have your leave to proceed I will make arrangements to pursue any leads we can gather as to the presence of Yuuzhan Vong shapers. I still have some contacts in the Kattors sector. That's about as far as civilisation goes before we hit the unknown. Perhaps I can get some information before we make any firm moves out that way."
His voice brimmed with confidence, partly for Morgans benefit and partly because he truly did believe they would find their answer this way. His face set in a determined mask of zeal he nodded firmly before flashing a smile.
"In the meantime I have younglings to attend to..."
He flashed a slightly mocking smile at Morgan. Her routine didn't necessarily conform with that of some of the other students at the Jedi Base and he was often making fun with her as to her attendance.
"Will my Lady Calmcacil be joining us today?"
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Post by Chalco on Apr 12, 2015 13:36:57 GMT -8
The tall Falleen moved to the fountain, seating himself on the edge of the little wall surrounding it a few feet around from where Aerandir was positioned. Lowering his right hand he ran his fingers through the water as Morgan entertained her little sister. The reptilian aliens mouth twitched into a smile as the siblings interacted, marvelling at the bond they shared not only as sisters but through the Force too. He had met a few Force sensitive siblings but not many displayed the empathy and unity the Calmcacil children did. Only in twins had he seen such closeness and even then that was limited to the two. Jake, Morgan and the newest child all seemed to have a sharing of thought that ran as deep as any meld, especially here on Felucia.
He was looking forward to teaching Lucy in time and perhaps even help them develop their natural bond with each other into something truly wonderful. He had little doubt that their father would want the same for them.
His sigh was heavy as he pondered Aerandirs words, eyes drifting over to Morgan and seeming to contain a slight hint of apology at what he was about to say.
"Prudence would dictate a cleansing of the area. If there is a risk of this agent going airborne then we should seek to prevent further loss. Though how big an area we would need to destroy would be guesswork..."
He lowered his eyes and the pain he felt in such a scenario pulsed morbidly through the Force.
"We'd have to err on the side of caution and likely clear a larger area than is infected, more than we'd like...
He paused for a moment and looked down at the water he was running his fingers through. So pure. The giver of life. While the suggested action was distasteful surely it was necessary to preserve all this? His eyes rose from the water to look again at Morgan and Lucy. To preserve them? Finally the emerald gave rose to Aerandir. What would he do to preserve them?
"Molan requests more time to study and to be allowed to test the substance of living tissue before he can accurately advise on a course of action, or on how much area need be cleansed, or indeed on whether such a cleansing will be effective..."
He finally nodded at Morgans words, acknowledging her preferred course of action.
"And yes, there is a chance this infection could be undone by a Yuuzhan Vong shaper but how to find one is a rather perplexing question."
His eyes found Aerandirs again, narrowing in question.
"If we have any data on those involved in the Ossus project...?"
He knew there were no such records in the archives but the whole escapade was so sheathed in mystery at the time that perhaps only scattered records survived. Many of them were likely destroyed by the Sith who, in Chalco's and most Jedi's opinions at least, had been responsible for the restoration going wrong. Still if any such details were known or existed it was likely that Aerandir, as a former member of the high Council, would know...
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Post by Chalco on Apr 5, 2015 13:24:58 GMT -8
Chalco's tolerant smile was the picture of Jedi patience as he stood with arms folded into the opposite sleeves of his green and beige attire, his eyes glinting emerald fire in the afternoon sun. With his topknot stirring slightly in the faint breeze, matching a similar tug at the hem of his robes, he cast a serene air about him so at odds with the concern that had mounted in him over the last few days. The discoveries and subsequent speculation as to the nature of the corruption eating into the wildlife near the Rancor Graveyard had been trying to say the least and, as he stood in the fresh air watching the small children interact with their father and each other, it was a blessing to be remained truly of the wondrous bounty the Living Force offered.
His smile never left him as he turned his attention to Aerandir but there was something added to the look in his eyes; a granting of respect perhaps. A accession of one considering another his peer at the very least. Indeed he had great respect for Aerandir Calmcacil and all he had done here, finding the man to be a sharp thinker and consummate Jedi. That he was a loving father and impassioned family man was also to the man's favour, in the tall Falleens mind, knowing that the path of the Jedi and that of the family were not often kind and compatible.
"Indeed Morgan, though your passion does much to highlight the urgency of this matter..."
He paused for a moment, as if rallying his thoughts. He knew Master Calmcacil to be relatively up to date on this matter, having followed it with intense interest since its formation, so he skipped over the intricacies of how they got to where they were today.
"The substance still defies identification and has resisted all attempts to pacify it by conventional means. Its virulence is, thankfully, rather slow at the moment and the infection rate seems to be a matter of physical contact rather than any airborne transmission. Unfortunately Doctor Molan..."
He stressed the honorific and flashed a nod at Morgan, an assurance that she had got the designation right.
"... believes that this may change very soon as the substance seems to mutate as needed when encountering a different kind of environment. It is this mutation, he asserts, that is responsible for the infected Spore Plants now ejecting infected spores into the air. It is only prudent to assume that this mutation could very well be the start of a more widespread airborne contagion.
His voice was now grim and his expression obviously concerned. He glanced at Morgan before flashing an apologetic look to Aerandir. This was information that the small girl did not know and, if she were fully following the conversation and terms therein, may become rather upset at such an eventuality. His vow from earlier came to mind; that he would not lie or sugarcoat the truth for her, and wondered if such a thing was really his call to make...
He shrugged the concern off for now and concluded...
"It is indeed the scientists belief that the substance is of Yuuzhan Vong origin and therefore alien to him and his techniques."
He left it there for now, allowing the other Jedi to assimilate the information and draw his own conclusions without any influences from Chalco's own reviewed opinions. The Force had remained frustratingly silent on the matter to him and Chalco wondered if any insight would grace Aerandir in his deliberations.
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Post by Chalco on Apr 4, 2015 13:13:49 GMT -8
With a patient smile and a calm nod of the head Chalco removed his hand from Morgans shoulder, adding a gentle pat before he straightened back up into a standing position. The child's concern was palpable and ran parallel to his own, mirroring an urgency that they get to the bottom of this issue with all haste. In insidious creep of this affliction as it spread slowly from lifeform to lifeform cast a deepening shadow on the Force that had the characteristics of a bruise swelling across flesh. Actually, he thought o himself as his eyes once more returned to the Ithorian, more like a septic would spreading to infection.
=Chalco= "Yes Morgan. We will go and see your father and baby Lucy..."
He smiled down at her again, a twinkle of amusement rippling languidly through the Force as he continued.
=Chalco= "Perhaps she can offer some insight into our dilemma, no?"
As he watched her little forehead crease from behind her faceplate as she processed that thought, Chalco's spoke again to address Molan. The tone was firm and obviously insisted on an answer.
=Chalco= "Molan, how sure are you that this substance is of Yuuzhan Vong origin, and don't give me a line about how you need to run more tests. An opinion will do."
The scientists mouths twisted in a grimace at being forced to answer without the possession of firm facts, his head tilting slightly as he sought to frame a response. While it was extremely difficult to judge such things with the sciences of this galaxy there had been enough encounters during the war for the conventional disciplines to make educated guesses where the Shaping arts and other Vong biomechanics were concerns.
When he spoke there was no debating his firm certainty.
=Molan= I will know more when these results come in but I am almost certain this substance is a compound used in Vong terraforming, designed to absorb organics of this galaxy and transform them into sustenance for lifeforms of the Vong galaxy. I will go as far to stake my considerable reputation on it."
Chalco remained still for a moment before he nodded his head once. Molan went back to his work while Chalco and Morgan made for the decontamination room...
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Post by Chalco on Apr 3, 2015 13:02:39 GMT -8
The Ithorian shook his massive head from side to side as he turned back to his studies, hands gesticulating wildly. His voice was indignant with a slight trace of exasperation as he was once again blocked by what he saw as unnecessary Jedi sensibilities. There was no room for such concerns in scientific progression though Molan was well aware of the ethical debates being raged across the galaxy by his peers.
=Molan= "It wouldn't be anything sentient of course. Plant life would suffice, perhaps even trimmings from a plant. As long as the subject was actually alive and I could study the infection process then we may better be able to judge the veracity of the invader compound..."
Chalco's voice was firm as he cut the Ithorian off, his calm and even tones backed up by the obvious authority he could always seem to draw from it. It was the gift of a teacher to be able to command the attention of a class and such talents were not confined to the classrooms.
=Chalco= "It is out of the question, Molan. You know better than to suggest such a thing."
While he could understand the scientists frustrations in such matters, even sympathise to an extent, he also knew that the wily old academic really didn't understand the bond Morgan shared with the planet and all life on it. Chalco wasn't even sure he fully understood such a deep and myriad symbiotic entanglement, though he certainly could measure such things better than someone who could not feel such connection through the Force. Chalco's own intensive studies into the mysteries of the Living Force lent him an empathy to Morgan that perhaps not many could boast, adding a perspective to the strange matrimony between the child and the world she called 'mother'.
With a reassuring hand on the child's shoulder Chalco drew the Force around them both in an effort to sooth and insulate the girl from such an unappealing idea, a kind of mental "there there" for want of a better term.
=Chalco= "We appreciate your concerns but you must also appreciate ours. Such a course of action would not only run contrary to our beliefs but may have serious impacts on the well being of the symbiotic relationship this world holds with those that dwell here."
The alien being nodded his head with a double-mouthed sigh, his posture full of frustration and annoyance, but seemingly conceding to the point the Jedi made. Chalco briefly considered the possibility that the scientist would continue to pursue his own agenda and defy their wishes, seeking to run such experiments as he saw fit, but the tall Falleen shrugged off the concern. He had known Molan for years and had always found him a strong ally of the Jedi Order, with his conduct above reproach.
Dismissing such unworthy thoughts from his mind he turned and crouched next to Morgan, dropping himself down to eye-level. Peering at her through his faceplate with his emerald gaze serious and intense.
=Chalco= "IT may be time to take this to your father, child. It is beyond my experience and my authority to dictate further action."
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Post by Chalco on Mar 28, 2015 6:27:28 GMT -8
Chalco glanced down at her, pursing his lips thoughtfully. Perhaps that was the best approach open to them but where would they begin such a search, he had to wonder. Molan too turned to look at her, his huge head bobbing slightly as it rotated. The black eyes on the end of the stalks taking in her small form.
=Molan= "If it is of Yuuzhan Vong origin..." He rumbled"then there is little we can do other than to cleanse the area. The Vong shapers guarded their secrets and those that went home to Zonama Sekot renounced their ways...
The Jedi Master nodded his head at the Ithorians words, turning to pace a few steps before swinging back and facing them.
=Chalco= "And there lies another problem. Zonama Sekot hasn't been seen in the galaxy for decades. The last reported location was somewhere between Lehon and Lwhekk..."
He continued to pace as Molan turned back to the samples, continuing to run through his tests. The tall Falleens head creased in a frown of concentration behind the faceplate, jaw working silently for a moment.
=Chalco= "Those Yuuzhan Vong that were stranded in the galaxy seem to generally be a forlorn lot though the majority of them were shapers if I recall..." He turned back to them and shrugged slightly. "Though how willing any of them would be to assist us in this matter I don't know. The fallout after the Ossus Project would likely have put them off ever working with Jedi again."
He was reluctant to go into further detail of the sabotaged project to restore planets affected by the war with the Yuuzhan Vong, many of said details still being deemed as classified by the Jedi council and the Senate.
Molan grunted as he consulted more reading, testing various bits of organic material in turn and noting the results.
=Molan= "Such considerations wouldn't stop a real scientist..." His lofty tone drew a smile from Chalco causing him to flash an amused glance to Morgan as the Ithorian continued, almost to himself. "If I were to test this process on some living material..."
He hesitated for a moment then flashed a glance at the Jedi.
"Though I suppose that is out of the question...?"
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Post by Chalco on Mar 27, 2015 4:39:16 GMT -8
Chalco was actually a little surprised by her answer even though it was the conclusion that he had expected eventually. There were other such creatures that he'd have thought her more familiar with; Yslamiri and Taozin for example. He had expected her to start with them but as always she had plotted her course straight to the heart of the matter. The top of his suit dipped as he inclined his head to acknowledge that she was right, a slight hiss of static coming over the comm unit, perhaps signalling a sigh.
"It was before even my time the Yuuzhan Vong swept into the galaxy, cutting a bloody path from the Outer Rim to the Core. So many planets were decimated, many other subdued and transformed..."
He glanced at Molan who had bowed his head at the conversation, a wave of intense grief pulsing off of him in the Force. Every Ithorian still felt the loss of their mother jungle to the cruelty of Shedao Shai and his subordinate Deign Lian over one hundred years before. The Jedi also bowed his head as he recalled his own planet had not been spared the wrath of the alien species, the terraforming dramatically altering the planet so it bore little resemblance to how it had been in the days of his forefathers.
He looked back down at Morgan as the Ithorian stirred himself and continued with his work, manipulating the samples within the container to draw the wrapped piece of uninfected Spore Plant towards where the black residue rested in the center of the sealed unit...
"Felucia was not spared the taint of that invasion, child. Little is known to extant at which she suffered..."
He had looked into the records; Jedi, terrestrial, and Republic when he and Molan first shared their suspicions but little was known of Felucia at that time. With the galaxy in turmoil it was little wonder and, despite the invasion by the Vong Felucia seemed to have shaken off any ill effects. It was certainly not overtly transformed as were dozens of other worlds, perhaps leading people to believe it had passed through the fires unscathed. It was then natural for the inhabitants to seek to move past the turbulent time and be reluctant to recall any attention to it...
He watched silently as Molan broke the sealed environment within which the piece of the Spore Plant rested and allowed it to drop out next to the alien residue. The reaction was almost instant as the tendrils writhed out to latch on to the bit of stem, wrapping around it and drawing itself along its length. There was a slight start and a sizzling pop as the stem dissolved into the black oozing mass. Within a few seconds it was over and nothing remained of the dead limb, only a slight increase in the amount of black residue.
Molan continued to hold a scanner to the side of the contained, studying readings as they appeared, and adjusting some sort of gain as he did so. The Force was heavy with the grim concentration of the Ithorian as he set down the device and reached once again into the unit with the manipulator arms.
=Molan= "It appears to attack dead tissue and turn it into this residue we see here. The residue itself is a nutrient compound not dissimilar to the paste found in some military ration packs in purpose but vastly different in makeup..."
The arms reached out and drew closer a package almost identical to the first. This one contained a piece of dead Spore Plant that had broken off of the already corrupted piece of fauna. Molan quickly broke the seal and allowed the stem, covered in the black veins of the rot, drop to the surface of the container next to the black residue.
=Molan= "While it is obviously a growth agent of some kind it has a bacteriological element that vigorously attacks any organic compound it comes across..."
He paused as he watched the residue do absolutely nothing to the already infected Spore Plant stem, his right-hand mouth twisting in a grimace.
=Molan= "Apart from this one it would seem."
Chalco had folded his arms across his chest as the Ithorian had spoken, watching with more than his eyes as the substance had absorbed the dead stem. While no longer alive he could still feel where the stem was in relation to the overall tableau that was the Living Force, a kind of echo of when it had once been a part of the larger living organism. As the black substance had consumed it he had felt what was akin to a tear within the Force as if an emptiness was rent into is very substance.
He shuddered and drew his attention back to something the Ithorian had said...
"You said that it attacks dead tissue and turns it into this residue,He mused., does that mean that this black... tar is not the actual culprit?"
Molan glanced at his and nodded his head in approval that the Jedi had picked up on such a point.
=Molan= "I do not believe so, no. I believe that the agent itself operates on a cellular level and is contained within the substance itself, using it as both a cloak and as a means of transportation."
The grim tone returned to his voice as he turned back to the container and returned the infected Spore Plant stem to its sealed package.
=Molan= "I also believe it is self replicating, spreading through the cells of the organism it encounters..."
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Post by Chalco on Mar 26, 2015 15:58:59 GMT -8
Chalco kept his eyes fixed on the black substance as the Ithorian tipped the vial allowing it to spill out onto the surface of the transparisteel container. While it retained the shape and manner of a liquid there was still a restlessness about it as it rested against the clear floor of its prison. The black stain was also a stain on the Force itself, an absence of light as he perceived it. Yet again he frowned as he tried desperately to sense something, anything, about it only drawing a blank. Not dark, not evil, just absent.
He sighed as Molan began drawing other samples from the case; a bit of the infected Spore Plant, some leaves from various plants, a bit of broken antenna from a Gelagrub. He left each one in its own sealed container as he laid them all out carefully, preparing various other scanners and recording devices as he went along.
"Nothing is right. There is nothing there to feel. No malevolence. No hunger. No malice. It is just an absence in the Force..."
He looked down at Morgan, his old wise eyes visible through the faceplate of his suit.
"There are not many species that can have such an effect on the Force..."
He smiled down at her, once again the teacher seeking to encourage growth and learning. She had been a quick study so far in all of the classes he had the pleasure to teach. He expected this subject to be no different.
"I'd wager you could name me at least one...?"
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Post by Chalco on Mar 24, 2015 11:58:21 GMT -8
Chalco followed Morgan and Molan into the lab, stepping up to the small girls side as the Ithorian approached a sealed unit within which the case containing his findings had been deposited. The unit was roughly a meter along the side, half again as deep and tall, made of reinforced transparisteel. The scientist was taking no chances it seemed. The small voice of Morgan came to him across the suits internal comm system and he turned his head to look down at her, smiling at the sight of her all wrapped up in the bulky suit. It spoke well to her natural agility that she was able to move so easily in it, and to her discipline that she did not complain once. Her aura too was calm and assured, so at odds from that of other children her age. The deep connection she bore to the planet and the Living Force lent her a demeanor that bespoke a wisdom far beyond her years.
It was Molan that answered her, one of his mouths speaking out in his gravelly voice as the other pursed its lips in concentration as he manipulated a pair of devices that extended hand-like implements into the sealed case.
=Molan= "If you and Master Gannor stand by here..." He gestured to the end of the table to his right. "You should be able to see and not be a distraction."
The case popped as its magnetic seal broke and the Ithorian scientists drew it open with the grasping arms. Chalco stepped to the indicated place, gesturing for Morgan to join him there. The Force trembled slightly as Molan drew out a vial that contained some of the black rot they had encountered in the wilderness, strange tendrils snaking up from it to coat the inside of the jar with a spiderweb of strange probing branches. He reached out tentatively with the Force, groping for some kind of reaction...
He grimaced and looked to Morgan, gesturing slightly to the black substance.
"What can you feel, Morgan? What does the Force tell you?"
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