Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Nov 13, 2013 11:42:43 GMT -8
Jade nodded in understanding and appreciation of Raylia's mastery of her own field. The diversity of interests within the members of the Jedi Order combined to make it a unified whole. At least, that was the idea, although at times it became obscured. "I see you haven't changed at all," she remarked wryly upon the archeologist's shrewd guess as she had managed to convey impatience with being disturbed in the middle of her research through only a few pointed words. "Those who have attained the rank of Master are meeting up in the Spire on matters that are held to be of great importance to the future of the united Jedi Order. I came to see if you could be tempted away from your researches for a time, though doubtless you could bring a datapad and keep busy." Jade wasn't about to leave her own datapad behind. In her experience meetings could drag on for an unpredictable amount of time. However, she respected the Order enough to attend.
Somewhere within the Archives a wave of agitation began to build up within the Force. Jade frowned as an alarm suddenly went off on Raylia's desk. "Of course," was her only reply as Raylia left to attend to whatever or whoever was causing the noise. She remained in the office, sipping her stimcaf. If assistance was needed, she'd be summoned. Until and unless that happened, she figured that this was Raylia'Venci's home territory, and as such her interference, however politely tolerated, would be unlooked for.
After a moment, she silenced the alarm. It had served it's purpose. Relative silence once again reigned in the ordered chaos of the archeologist's sanctum.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 13:47:48 GMT -8
The girl comes to a cold, stark stop. There is no indication that she will move again, nor are there any weapons visible upon her person.
She responds, her voice deadpan, yet not beyond reason.
"Finally. I was told this is place holds the largest compendium of knowledge in the entire galaxy. Curious: I came to find answers to a number of questions so that I may understand abstracts and unintangible concepts. Astounded, I was urged to stop and halt by these people you see laying about you. How nonsensical, they order me to remain at bay by the command of the order of Jedi knights, but I do not partake in any order, authority, or organization. Why should I stop? They seem to take my directive as an intrusion. "
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Raylia Venci
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 13, 2013 18:03:43 GMT -8
Raylia looked distressed at the expressions of pain and anguish on the faces of her colleagues and her fellow Jedi. The Jedi Master turned an angry eye upon the intruder. She moved to the closest fallen one, a knight named Mala. Raylia knelt by her side and proceeded to check her for injuries. It was dire for them, the pain unbearable as they all lay motionless on the floor. Raylia closed her eyes and poured the Force through her hands, giving Mala healing. She spoke over her shoulder to the petulant child, her focus on helping to alleviate Mala's pain. "This is the largest library in the galaxy but there are procedures and etiquette to be followed to be allowed access to it. We are the Jedi and it is our knowledge that you wish to avail yourself of. We do not tolerate those who have no regard for the lives and suffering of others simply to please their own selfish interests."
She had done all she could for Mala, the young knight's eyes closed to the pain and tears overflowing her cheeks. Raylia signaled for a medical crew to report to her position with the touch of a button on her comlink. She rounded on the girl with an altogether unfriendly gaze, her mouth drawn into a thin line, her brow knitted deeply. "You have caused pain and suffering, all because you lack the manners and civility to recognize that this galaxy does not revolve around you. Those are the ways of the Sith and they are not welcome in this hallowed temple. You will help me heal the damage you have caused right now."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2013 10:24:29 GMT -8
Deep inside the chest cavity hidden by a set of reinforced ribs and fibrous, fleshy tissue a pink and purple pearlescent Shard crystal hummed enough that a subtle current of violet force energy throbbed up and down –pumping the mixture of red, white, and malicious ink cells throughout this girl’s auxiliary circulatory system. This process is like the simple action of a heart for any number of carbon based life forms that this galaxy contained, except that her process was unique in the fact that she had to actively remember to work it.
”Sith. The primary source documents I have studied indicate that religious sect impose values and tactics which -while essentially fueling most cultural, social, economic, and scientific reformation and enhancement in this galaxy- often cause unfathomable amounts of pain, destruction, and mental scaring. ‘Progress propels itself upward upon the backs of the damned,’ or, ‘Such growth increases might while shrinking the soul.’” The girl blinks, seemingly unfazed by absolutely anything the Jedi Master has spoken; the moans of the recently neutralized doesn’t even cause her face to show an ounce of regret, nor pleasure –it is simply null. ”My primary directive is to procure knowledge, with a secondary objective of propagandizing an abstract called the ‘light side.’ When I researched the concept, I was given information on radiation, electricity, and visible wavelength spectrums. What, am I to march about holding a light-blub? Thus, I came here.” Now her eye brows knit together in confusion, as if the only thing that could trigger an emotional response was the idea that there was something she could not grasp. The shattered lives on the floor made no direct impact, the stern and distasteful looks from those standing touched not even the tiniest fractal of her being, but being ignorant, this troubled her immensely.
”Intriguing: although my intention is to learn how to do this ‘lightside’, pursing what I desire equates to Sith tendencies. So do I inverse my actions against what I want to accomplish? It has been three hundred and twenty six hours since my activation, and your commentary has provided a profound paradox.” The shard steps over to one of the one of the fallen vigilants. ”Should I kill him since in his current state, his nerve endings are currently causing his body to shake involuntarily, or should I conduct surgery to replace and reboot his spinal cord. It would be my first operation, but I am confident the result will be far more positive than this, my inaugural interaction with an organic that is not my mother. . .
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Raylia Venci
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 15, 2013 7:55:14 GMT -8
"You will certainly amend your ways if the path of the lightside is what you seek."The girl's speech and phrasing were devoid of emotion, calculated and robotic. Her birth was referred to as her activation and it being less than a fortnight ago made Raylia suspect that the young woman must have been a clone or a an experiment of some kind, but her power in the force was dangerous and unnerving as no creature alive for such a short period should be able to take down trained knights with such ease. Raylia hoped that should the occasion arise, she would be able to protect herself, but right now, at least the girl was talking instead of forcing her way deeper into the temple. Raylia took a deep breath and let go of her anger best she could. She stepped over to the young knight at the stranger's feet. She bent down by his side and motioned for the girl to do the same.
"We do not kill, unless it is in defense in battle. I can heal him, but you will help me do so." She reached for the girl's hand and held it in her soft deep one over the knight's midsection. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, concentrating on knitting the connections back together. She spoke in a whisper to the child, her voice calm and peaceful. "There is a power that touches all of us, we the Jedi have the ability to use it as a tool, for healing and defense of those threatened by the dark powers of evil. We are sages, monks, historians, and warriors. We heal and comfort those who have been wronged and we fight when we must to ensure that all may know life without the yoke of oppression. You have that power in you, but you must learn to harness it before it consumes you like it does the dark ones. Close your eyes and concentrate on healing him. I will do the rest."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2013 8:57:22 GMT -8
From the grave manner in which she labeled as: Jedi Master Who Speaks (until such time as the woman sternly guiding her hand offered a moniker) the human-shard construct, artifact creature, the one who was named Vexxtal by the shadowy woman who claimed maternal partnership upon activation, could surmise that her concentration was required to undertake the feat of “correcting damage done.” She could see the silk threads of the Force seeping out from the Jedimasterwhospeaks’ hand –like glorious beams of warm light, heralding and channeling the energy to mend that which was broken. Herein lays a problem for the Construct: the energy was directed neither maliciously nor positively towards her. It was there, like a built bridge, calling for Vexxtal’s input. She simply did not have the capacity to create energy, or tap into the silken threads as Force signatures mingled, attracted, and retracted all around them –each flowing from the billions of lives on this planet and then continuing to spread out with other planets, ships, and eventually the entire galaxy. As the Construct opens up it screams like doom: sneering, crying, laughing, sighing, dying, and living.
She gasps in shock, troubling the porcelain features of her face.
The Eralam crystal within pulses once, twice, thrice, increasing in beat and rhythm. Her system overworks veins that now carry oxygen poor blood to the extremities. Panic. She identified this as panic. Why could she not do it? Arms numb. Legs numb. Faster and faster the pulses go, and pain flowers across the inside of her chest. Curious, her head feels heavier; was it swelling. As a last ditch effort, the Construct scores the library that is her mind, tapping into the memetic knowledge passed on through the crystal heart, pouring through the records of her “father” in hopes to find some hint or guideline on how to behave or redact this pain. She sees thousands of battles, gunshots, smoking pipes, alcohol, and a penchant for Force Absorption. Time was running out, her eyesight was graying along edges, and air intake was sending gouts of hot pain sensations down and up her neck and arms. Too much life was within him –thousands upon thousands of years of it. It would take too long to find the answer. Switching now to the genetic mimic of her “mother,” she looks for something in this relatively short span to pull the quick solution to this predicament. Instead she finds an instant of the woman playing a large instrument, a piano, striking keys rapidly in the flourish that was the Revolutionary Etude. When she completely the piece, the woman resets her glasses higher upon the bridge of her nose. Damn. Trembling and visibly sick, the Creeper-creature copies the action, using her free hand to push her spectacles while squeezing the Jedimasterwhospeaks’ hand tightly. Another sharp intake, and the girl promptly passes out.
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 16, 2013 15:01:05 GMT -8
''Knowledge is true power.'' His father was never a Jedi, and Horan could recall that obsessive expression his father had once when he spoke about his view of power. Walking inside, this must be his first time here at the temple, but any adventurer could tell when somewhere, someplace has stories to tell. With age came wisdom and if this place could speak it would certainly be the wisest of us all, he touched the wall to his right and just closed his eyes for a moment. The boy is a Medium before force user, his ability had caused him to be a loner in his younger years making other people have a sense of unease around him. What better way is there to know revelation and discover what is lost, uncovering secretes or treasures people had taken to the grave.
His greatest fear is the dark, Horan has a true fear of darkness. The reasons, no one has ever known why. Except Horan himself of course, though the ability to hear the dead cannot save him from death itself. Ironically. He's come here in search of something and all he knew was that the Archives was the next step on his path. The moment he opened his eyes Horan had that strange eerie feeling as his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the white holographic looking figure glaring at him as it stepped into the Archives. He quickened his paste, then stopped at the archive entrance to see the few people who wandered this historic area. He entered with some hesitation, not knowing where to start. The entity vanished, his next move unclear.
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Raylia Venci
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 16, 2013 17:43:35 GMT -8
Raylia let go of the girl's hand, allowing her to slump to the floor. She was puzzled by the sudden syncope but her focus remained with pouring healing energies into the patient in her hands. The arrival of the medical team drew her attention from her task and she directed them to the various victims that were strewn through the archives. The fallen were triaged and seen to while Raylia finished the young man before her. As the wounded were attended to and taken to the infirmary, Raylia turned her attention to the intruder unconscious on the floor. She had been out less than a minute, but already her heart rate seemed to be rebounding for whatever she appeared to be. A security officer cleared his throat to get her attention, the look on his face displaying that he merely awaited her orders to deal with the prisoner. Raylia considered the girl a moment, then rose to her feet, her arms full of the unconscious child. "Summon guards to stand outside my rooms. Place a force field generator around my quarters to see that she doesn't leave. Have someone sit with her until I return from the Council meeting."
The man took off to see to it that her requests were fulfilled, while Raylia looked down and wondered what exactly she held in her arms. Her steps took her from the library, towards the residential quarters. Her thought turned towards her comlink and with a touch of the force that she hoped would not further distress the girl, she hit the button to send a message to the intercom in her office.
Master Jade, my apologies. I have to attend to a small matter before the meeting. I will join you in the Council Spire presently.
With the incident of an unannounced intruder causing damage and injuries, security at the entrance was heightened and a kindly looking older Jedi master stopped the young man looking timid as he entered into the great library.
"Is there something I may help you with, my child?"
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Nov 18, 2013 22:34:30 GMT -8
*Tom could feel the millennia of history flowing through the Force the minute he'd set foot on the Temple grounds. Indeed, when Aerandir told him he was leaving yet again to head to Coruscant, Tom had asked to come along, but not because of the meeting he was called to. No, Tom was merely interested in taking in the rich feeling the Temple gave off. The prosperity, the joy, even the despair and darkness. It was enriching.
Now, Tom was far from unaware of the danger and death in the galaxy. He knew the information and knew where to find it. For that matter, he was already in a place of information. In a way, he was doing his own sort of reconnaissance, scouring through the various pieces of material, looking for information on wars of the past, battle strategies of great Jedi tacticians, histories of the Mandalorians. He wanted to be prepared to the best of his ability and not sit idle, and Coruscant boasted one of the largest and fullest archives in the galaxy. Not the largest, but those trips would come later. For now, this would more than suffice...*
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 19, 2013 9:08:22 GMT -8
Everything that had been going on in the area sort of didn't click in his head, he was drawn in one particular direction but it was only until a few moments later when he realized the voice of an elderly man had been directed towards Horan himself. It's dangerous listening to the dead speak all the time...if you tune out a lot soon you'll find yourself becoming blind and deaf of the living world. Another second gone by, no one else spoke. Is this Jedi talking to me...is he alive? Sometimes i think I'm losing track. He thought, then looked over at the Jedi but didn't speak for the first few seconds.
..Master Jedi. Horan said, unsure as to what he was about to say. Forgive my intruding, I only wish to learn. I think I'm looking for something on the seven forms of light saber combat, I am interested to learn more about this weapon I have.
The same weapon his father once owned, where he got it Horan did not know. It was true, he did want to learn the way of lightsaber combat for more personal reasons that he's not ready to face. Though, something lurking in the shadows, the entity glaring at him knew exactly what he needed and he will need it before it's to late, before his mind is trapped on the other side. Sometimes he could see it, the other side scratching against the walls of his mind. He did his best to ignore it, and continue to master his abilities as a Medium.
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Raylia Venci
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 19, 2013 21:01:55 GMT -8
The librarian looked somewhat perplexed as his eyes moved from the saber to young man's face. He motioned towards the hall the man had entered from.
"The archives are for the use and study of those who are Jedi or studying to become one. By virtue of carrying the weapon of a Jedi, you have been able to walk past security into a secure area, but the knowledge you seek cannot be found in the stacks here. If you wish to learn our ways, and the use of that weapon, you must make a choice to follow the path that leads to joining our Order. You must seek out a member of the Council of Reassignment; their spire is down the hallway and to the left. May the Force be with you child."
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 20, 2013 5:22:26 GMT -8
He was becoming impatient with the path he's been set out on, the longer path. I could of killed him by now. It was true Larec was an old friend but he would not stop until he got what he wanted and perhaps the only way to beat him was to play against him with the same game. A lightsaber with the mind setting of a boy who does wish to save good people got him this far, though if what he sought out is not ahead he had no reason to continue searching in the archives. There were others, he knew this, but he wasn't about to lose himself and become lost on his path. His personal needs would need to wait, there are important things at stake. He nodded once and bowed to the Jedi Master with his eyes fixed on the man while he smirked, his face became blank just as he turned and walked out of the Archives to continue searching for some kind of advantage against the blade master, Larec.
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Raylia Venci
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Post by Raylia Venci on Nov 27, 2013 6:01:11 GMT -8
The trek back down to her office in the lower levels of the archives was long, as she had stopped in the libraries to see that everything from the disturbance earlier was attended to. Satisfied that the details were being handled, she lead Master Rawkill through a couple security checkpoints, to a climate controlled hallway of storerooms and offices. She opened the door to her small, cluttered but inviting office. It was several degrees colder than than the ambient temperature of the rest of the temple, which lead to Raylia being in sweaters most of the time, but Rawkill would probably not be too uncomfortable due to his fur.
She left the lowest chair for him, taking a seat at her desk amid the stacks of books, and artifacts and trinkets from a career in archaeology. There was a braided rug on the floor from strips of colorful fabrics. Just to her right at the desk was a large glass refrigerated case that contained a very old and crumbly looking book. Raylia offered him a chair, her voice chuckling as she cleaned some things away to allow them unfettered thoughts of comradery without the possibility of being crushed by a toppling pile of books and papers. "Please excuse the mess. I don't usually get many visitors down here. I teach archaeology at the University on top of my duties here so I live in my office most of the time. That being said, I can understand my appointment to First Knowledge because of my work with the Archives. I'll admit I am less familiar with the other parts of the council's purview."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 19:51:00 GMT -8
Master Rawkill followed as close behind to Raylia as his little legs would allow him, no doubt a rather odd sight for any to behold, a 6 foot tall graceful Twi'lek being followed by a 3 foot tall giant teddy bear. He followed her through the checkpoints, before finally entering her office, his fur indeed keeping him warm against the slightly cooler climate.
He took the short seat offered to him, briefly glancing around at all the amassed books, trinkets and artifacts. It was almost like something out of the stories he was told when he was young of caves full of valuable treasure. Although he did have to admit the room looked nothing like a cave, but the feeling was there he thought
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Den need to.. appologise. It's rather, cozy. But your appointment toto make a great deal of sense. A lot of the Councils other duties, that I am aware of, include overseeing Temples and Praxeums, many of which I have visited. Oh and taking care of Sith artifacts, all very important tasks that are now up to us to take care of...
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Raylia Venci
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Post by Raylia Venci on Dec 4, 2013 19:26:24 GMT -8
Raylia couldn't help but smile at the wonder in the face of the petite and quite furry new colleague. She folded her hands on her lap, one leg crossed over the other, her tchin curled around her shoulders. The bright green gem in the center of her headdress matched her eyes as she smiled at the ewok master. "I must admit that I am not very familiar with some of the other locations, I have been here on Coruscant for a number of years. Perhaps we should look into the situation of the integrity of the various archives once this mess with the Mandalorians is finished."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 16:33:05 GMT -8
Master Rawkill nodded in agreement as she suggested they check the integrity of the archives after the Mando War was over. He had no doubt the Mandalorians would have made a good mess, after all, they were a bunch of warring brutes that had no grasp of the finesse
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I must agree, it is a goot idea. While we are at it, we can take a check on the academies, see which one's are still active and which one's aren't... Perhaps we should take half each. Unless you would prefer to stay here? Perhaps we could ensure the archives all have backups properly to here?
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Post by Syren on Dec 9, 2013 14:44:24 GMT -8
*Syren shrugged her shoulder through a dust colored tunic as she swept into the archive in a disheveled mess. Half of her hair was plastered into a wet mat of tangled green curtain at one side of her face while the other half, dried and frizzy, stood out at odd angles in a spike pattern. The Calnennore looked distant and highly distracted as she made her way to a computer alcove. Behind her came a protocol droid, C4-G6 in a tizzy that she had left the medical bay without proper clearance from the medical droid. Syren was doing a bang up job of ignoring the tittering droid.
She found that she could not sit as she gave commands to the console. First, she looked into the current files. She needed to know when exactly she was and how much she had missed, doing whatever it was she had been doing. Quickly she found that she had missed out on three years, and there was a steep learning curve. She pulled up a video of Ashra Intalbo, Mandalore proclaiming his holy crusade against Force users. She distinctly remembered this happening. She scanned some related articles, hoping that the Mandalore had been all bark and his minions came to their senses... Afterall, what were the Mandalorians but a merry band of assassins and mercenaries bent on the currency that made the universe go round?
Apparently the sunny disposition Syren's mind pinned to the Mandalorians was not in the least bit accurate. She looked at the list of names and planets fallen into the hands of the ME. She felt herself sink into the chair, the prattling of the droid going more out of focus as she read through the names of the lost again.
She typed in another command line, but her access to the information was denied. Syren did not have the right clearance to know where the fleets were at this time. She frowned slightly. She quickly typed in a new command line searching for herself in the database. Most of the information was pretty standard stuff like physical characteristics and a little hologram of her in a less disheveled state. Her history was patched, and in some places inaccurate, but she could do nothing in regards to editing with her current clearance. But at the very end of the page, she was surprised to discover that she had been presumed dead.* "Well that's interesting." *She tried to pull up her last mission files, but those were classified as well.
Syren's frown deepened as she pulled the memory chip off of the lightsaber hilt.* "C4-G6, can you scan this chip for any troublesome software?"
I'm afraid that task is beyond my programming. Should I find an astromech droid? It should be well within its capacity to do so...
*Syren nodded and absentmindedly confirmed that yes that would be fine. She had thought of another search to try. She was not sure who was in charge of the order currently, if the order was even united anymore. She remembered that the Jedi were trying to organize and band together.
She also ran a check on the most wanted currently unaccounted for. There was a seemingly long list, most of them belonging to the Dark Tide. Last known whereabouts seemed to be Kuat...
Syren forced herself to focus. The Sith were the least of her worries if the Mandalorians were really out for blood. As she turned her thoughts back to the Mandos, she delicately touched upon a topic that was always questionable. How were the common people of the galaxy being treated in this holy crusade? Were the Manadlorians sparing them? Had a deal been struck to turn in Force users for amnesty? Did the Mandalorian distinguish a difference, or was anyone harboring Force users fair game?
That disturbed her. It was one thing for the Mandalorians to hunt for Sith, even Jedi, but if they were indiscriminate in their killing, this posed a problem. Syren did not want an inadvertent shield of innocent people caught in between. But just as she began to pierce into the meat of an ethical conundrum, C4-G6 came back escorting an R9 unit.
The droid tweeted rudely at Syren. She managed a weak smile towards the spunky droid.* "And here I thought it was just my old R9-Y4 that had a mouth on 'em, and yet again there is an R9 astromech unit with such wit as could stun a gundark." *She held out the chip to the droid.* "What do you think about this chip. I don't quite trust it not to muck up the computer works, so I was wondering if your scanning ability might help prove it benign or malign before insertion."
*The droid tittered again and blew a large electronic raspberry of annoyance. This was obviously child's play, and any meat bag should be able to perform such a procedure.* "Yeah, yeah, blow it out your positronic net." *Syren replied and the droid finally did the scan.
The chip was found inert and seemed only to contain a hologram file. The R9 unit offered to play it for her. She passed over the chip, and it began immediately.*
Ah! Syren. So good to see you back from the dead. I do so hate when our confrontations end so... hmm, Basic simply isn't the language for this conversation. *Syren watched as Aydyn Theres bloomed out of the droid, cast in the blue, hazy light of the holographic projector. She felt a growl begin in the back of her throat and barked at the R9 unit to shut down. The public archive was not the place to listen to Aydyn's taunts, if ever.
Syren turned back to the computer then looked back to the protocol droid.* "You wouldn't be savvy on the protocol on presumed dead has to go through to be declared undead? Or how to get in contact with Master Eli Vandal?"
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Post by Syren on Dec 12, 2013 14:52:51 GMT -8
*After her training the day before, Syren's muscles had made an executive decision that she would not be doing much of anything beyond sitting behind a computer terminal. Whatever had possessed her to abandon this semi-charmed life as a Jedi, she could not decide whether to curse it or envy it. Either way, she had wrapped her body around a steaming cup of caf smuggled into the grand library of the Jedi to do some research.
Syren could not remember much about doing her own research. In the days of the Old Republic missions and documents were bandied about by some Jedi liaison or another. As a smuggler, Syren's orders were best not researched in detail lest pain ensued. Here as a Jedi of the New Republic, or some iteration of Galactic Republic, Syren hardly ever saw orders. Previously she had relied upon the Force to guide her missions. The Force certainly led to interesting places, however, preparations were beneficial for some of those places.
Today, she focused on all of the information she could absorb about the Mandalorian Empire and its leaders. There was a finite amount of information that soon dried up like a sponge left in the Tatooine sun. Syren could feel the dust stir in her mind with that simile.
With her caf drained and terminal no longer providing any useful information, Syren tried to think of something else to do.* "How! How do you all put up with standing still all the time! This is madness!" *Or at least that was what she wanted to scream after several moments of reflection. Instead, she simply stood up and walked back into the hallways hoping for organic contact.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 16:30:35 GMT -8
*The turbolift doors open and Octavious exits with the case in his hand. He walks briskly leading Mirania towards his destination to see the Master Archivist. He had a package that any Jedi would be interested in, and any Sith would as well. He didn't mention his Shadow status and few knew him as a Jedi, much less a Shadow. They knew of him because he was a Miraluka and he could find things that have been lost and forgotten. The Archives were expansive and anyone who is seeing them for the first time would be in complete awe. For Octavious he was all business as he made his way to the Twi'lek and Ewok Masters.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 13:42:08 GMT -8
Mirania silently followed Octavious through the archives, marveling at the sheer size of the place and the volume of knowledge that was stored here. She couldn't really be classified as a bookworm but even so, she wondered if they would let her do some reading here. In a sea of knowledge like this maybe there were some books in here about the healing arts. Definitely something to keep in mind.
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