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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 15:29:43 GMT -8
Mirania spent quite a bit of time immersed in the texts, though it occurred to her after awhile that she would likely need people to practice on. One didn't learn healing just by reading after all. She just hoped that her practice wouldn't have to come from casualties of war, though given recent events, that might be all too likely. She sighed softly."Hm...I think I understand most of this. I'll just need to practice I guess."
"Then let's get to it. I'm sure we'll find some candidates."
*Just as he's about to recommend going to the halls of healing. Master Venci arrives with a datapad. She has a false smile and introduces herself again like he forgot, letting him know immediately something was up. She wasn't subtle, but then again she was new to all this. Normally missions are handed down from their "handlers" in a secluded area with no witnesses and no eaves droppers but again, this was new to her. He accepts it without skipping a beat or even reading it and tucks it away immediately. He bows to her politely letting her know he understood. Octavious then looks at Mirania.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 14:23:46 GMT -8
Mirania pursed her lips as Octavious was handed a datapad and she figured that he had just been handed a new mission, a notion that was confirmed when he asked her if she would like to practice her skills in the field. She wasn't overly enthused about Octavious going back into harms' way and she wasn't too eager to put herself into danger, but that was a part of his job. Besides, it couldn't be any worse than their first "date" on Utapau, right?
She smirked at him."If it's anything like our first date on Utapau, you're gonna owe me another vacation."Giggling, she got up and took his hand."I'm in. Where are we going?"
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Apr 2, 2014 15:33:22 GMT -8
*Gavin entered the archives, his trench coat flowing behind him. He looked around, the grandeur of it sinking in. It was indeed magnificent. Not once had he seen something as amazing as this. Surely much information was here, which could grant him his desired knowledge. He progressed further inwards, making sure to keep his presence in its neutral state. He could sense many others around and didn't want to stir them.
He had come here straight from the training halls to deposit his sabers at the request of Jade. He was amazed he had room for all his weapons. Five single bladed sabers and a saberstaff. But luckily he made them fit without much issue. It felt odd being without one, but not something he wasn't already used to.
Gavin wasted no time in scanning through all that was available. It took quite some time, but he made a note of things he desired to learn first set by subject. First and foremost was understanding the Jedi further, their history and philosophy. He had been a Jedi before, but one-hundred and fifty one years lay between now and the last time he walked within Jedi halls. While most of what he desired to know was a simple reminder of what he knew already, he wanted to dive deeper into what they had to offer. He pulled Holovids and books from their shelves and access the computers. He'd probably be here for days if not longer. But it bothered him not. He simply dove into the knowledge that lay before him.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Apr 4, 2014 17:21:36 GMT -8
*Gavin had spent much time in the Archives, almost two whole days. He had slept or eaten in that time, only diving further into the knowledge that lay at his fingertips. He had read up on the Jedi Order, as well as the Jedi as a whole, understanding how they fought, why they did what they did, the philosophies that held the Jedi together, and even some of the misunderstood slogans of the Jedi, such as the truth in Jedi fighting for peace. So much knowledge was in these few things, quite a bit he had learned so long ago, but even more knowledge had been unlocked. When he was young, he wanted to learn and become a better Jedi, but his desire for knowledge now made his desires then look non existent.
Through his studies thus far, he began to understand the thoughts of the Jedi, things that pushed away his own words previously to Jade. But that was why he was here, to know and understand. But there were things that he read that made him hold to his choices and words. In the end, while there was some difference in what he saw, he couldn't help but view the Jedi as he had before. But it couldn't be helped. When one stands outside the window looking in, they never fully understand what is actually happening on the other side. He had been disconnected with many orders for a long time, ever since he joined with his brother on Kiffu to start an academy there, disconnected from all the other orders. That was one-hundred and thirty years ago. Not only had he been looking through the window, but dust had slowly began to form, blurring the vision further. It was time, to step to the other side and see things from a different perspective. Would it change his mind in the end, alter his opinions and choice of path to follow? He wasn't sure, but knew there was only one way to know.
It had been a couple days since he had come to the Archives. He was certain some who saw him here so much might have been worried, but he was capable of using the Force to sustain him, leaving him without the need for sleep or food. After returning to the living plane after his first death, his body had changed from his normal look. With the change, he no longer needed to eat nor sleep. He was completely sustained without the need to focus on it. For around ten years his body had been like that. But he knew the consequences involved in such use. While a couple days wasn't too hard on the body, when he came back from death a second time in his normal body, the years without food and sleep took its toll, putting him out for a few months. Though he was sustaining himself, he wasn't putting a lot of effort into it, and by the end of the second day, he head was in his arms on the table, books laid around him and the computer screen. He was out, lost to the world of sleep.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Apr 5, 2014 14:27:09 GMT -8
*The hours rolled on as Gavin laid their motionless, lost to the realm of sleep. His breathing was easy and he made no noise. His mind was drifting in nothingness, only the black void encased him. It was only a few hours later that, though his body remained asleep, his mind began to wake.*
*Gavin's eyes opened slowly, the sound of the light breeze and gentle waves welcoming him. The sunlight was so bright he squinted as adjusted himself to the light. He tilted his head up a little, his eyes meeting pure white sand and clear blue water. It didn't take long to know where he was. He was home, back on Naza Prime on the beaches of the Wastelands. He had forgotten the sights, the sounds, the smells, but it seemed, deep in his heart, the memory still remained.
He laid his head back on the warm sand and let off a long sigh. It had been so long since he had been home. It had been a little over forty years since he last walked on these shores. At that time, he had lost his ability to feel the Force. Seeing himself useless, he returned to Naza and wandered its surface for fifty years. But he admitted to himself that he deeply missed his home. He was only half Nagarien, his other home on Kiffu. Jade had wondered why he didn't have any of the clan tattoos and this was why. In his heart, he was completely a Nagarien.
Looking to the blue sky, he could see the faint shapes of the two planets in the sky, Nazaremos and Naza Minor. Only these three planets existed together and so close, wandering outside the edges of the galaxy. The three together held the balance that was represented in the hearts of all, Naza Prime the planet of light, Nazaremos the planet of darkness, and Naza Minor the world between. It was the lesson that was to be learned by all Shadows, though for most of the time he existed with them, they were separate, like the Jedi and Sith. By the time that they started to come together in true balance, there were none left but Gavin. And so, as being the last, he kept the powers they had hidden, and the Shadows ceased to exist.
As the thoughts filled his head, he felt movement next to him. Slowly, an arm moved up and laid upon his chest. He looked to his right to see someone laying there with him. Long raven hair that reflected the sun's light, smooth tan skin, covered only in an emerald dress, and when she looked up to him, deep, shining, emerald eyes looked back into his icy blue. His eyes widened a bit and smile slowly formed.*
=Gavin=
"Jade, is that you?"
*The woman smiled up to him, moving so that she propped herself up on her left arm to look down at him, her right hand moving to caress his cheek. She nodded slowly and leaned down and kissed him softly.*
=Jade=
"Yes, my love. It's me."
*Gavin closed his eyes and took in the kiss. Her smell, the taste of her lips, he remembered them and they were here, just like they used to be so long ago. It was a dream, he knew, but one he didn't want to wake up from. Even in all this time since she died, never once was he able to dream a dream such as this, as if it was real. He raised his hand to he cheek and caressed it softly.*
=Gavin=
"I have missed you so much. I know this is a dream, but it couldn't feel more real."
*Jade laid her head upon his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Holding her felt like it was yesterday that she was still alive and waiting for him to come home from his duties. She gave off a sigh, mixed with a chuckle.*
=Jade=
"Us being on Naza is a dream, but me being here with is not as much of one as you think."
*Gavin pushed himself up, forcing Jade to sit up as well. He sat back on his arms looking at her with a confused look. How was she not so much a dream?*
=Gavin=
"What do you mean you're not so much a dream."
*Jade kept her smile and pushed him back down into the sand so that she could lay on him once again.*
=Jade=
"I mean that you didn't dream me up. I came here to your dream. After all this time, I have finally gotten to where I can return from the Nether realm of the Force, to see you and be with you. I know things have been hard for you. I came back so that you'll never feel alone again." *He started to speak, but she sat up and put a finger to his lips.* "I don't have much time as I have yet to fully master this, so listen. Follow your heart. You are only one of few you have understood the extent of the balance one can achieve in themselves. I know you are lost, trying to find a place to exist and call a home. That's why you seek knowledge, not so much to gain knowledge, but to know where you belong. You have always known where you belong. You have learned so much to the truth of the universe. Reflect on your thoughts you had just now of our home and the Shadows." *She motioned to the sky and the other planets.* "The truth has existed before our very eyes this entire time. You know it. Learn, yes, but remember who you are. Don't settle for something else because you desire to belong. You were born to be able to stand where others couldn't. Remember who you are inside, and the very things you taught your apprentices, especially Tyra. Reteach yourself if you must, but remember." *She placed a hand on his chest* "I have always been here for you and now I can be there even more than before. I won't let you fall. I love you." *She leaned down and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her, but soon began to feel her fade until finally she was gone. He opened his eyes to be met by only the blue sky and her words, "Remember," echoing in his head. Suddenly, the world began to become engulfed in shadow as he felt his body pull him from his sleep.*
*Gavin's eyes opened slowly and he rose from his resting place in his arms. He was awake now, back in the Archives of the Jedi Temple. He let out a soft breath as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a necklace and set it on the table in front of him. It held an emerald half the size of his hand, bordered in gold, with a larger border of silver. In each corner was an amethyst also bordered in gold. As he looked, he could have sworn there was a shine in it that hadn't been there before. He tilted his head and gave a small smile.*
"Jade." *His voice was soft barely audible to even him. He ran his fingers over the emerald before a voice echoed in his head again.*
<<Remeber who you are.>>
*His head rose as the voice resonated in his mind. He knew it wasn't his imagination. Jade had found a way to him again and was speaking to him. He closed his eyes, taking the necklace and holding it to his chest. With a loving sigh, he nodded.*
"Yes, Jade, my love. I will remember."
*He set the necklace on the table again and dove into the books once again, a new drive filling his being.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Apr 6, 2014 13:56:29 GMT -8
*It had been another few days that Gavin had spent in the Archives. He had dove into much knowledge in such short time, taking in all that existed before him. Since his waking, he had begun looking into particular Jedi of the past, namely those who, while serving the Jedi and the light, stepped into darkness. One of his biggest searches was of Mace Windu. Such a man was able to step into his own darkness and utilize it for the Jedi, use it for the light. It was proof to him that Jedi, if trained properly and given the correct mindset, could, in fact, use the darkness themselves without falling to corruption. It wasn't an easy task, for even those who learn Vapaad fell to the darkness, aside from Mace. It was a risk to be sure, but something he felt they could use.
But he would never make such a mention of this to them. The Jedi had a certain way of believing and to try and convince them of such would be a waste, not to mention hold its own risk. The Jedi had refrained their members from holding emotions such as love for fear that they could fall to the darkness because of it. Though love was not looked badly upon as it used to, he wondered if the Jedi had taught things differently, helped their members understand these emotions, if those who fell would have. Why these thoughts circled within his mind, he knew that it didn't matter. Each order, each faction had their ways of seeing and believing. It was not his place to question or change that of which he wasn't apart. He was only grateful for the training he received from the Dark Jedi and the Shadows. He had fallen himself, and with that fall, he held many regrets. But he rose and learned new things. But as his wife had told him in his dream, he needed to remember himself and the things he had taught others. Perhaps he had lost sight of those things. And perhaps, when he did remember, he would once again see his path.
Deciding he had gained as much knowledge as he needed from the books, he closed them and cleared the page on the holo screen. He stood to his feet and gathered his books, and stopped, taking a moment to look at the necklace that still rested on the table. He smiled as he picked it up and let his thumb caress it.*
"I promise, my love. I will remember who I am and find my way again."
*With those words, he put the necklace around his neck. Picking up the books, he put them away and before long headed of the Archives. There was something else he needed to do.*
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Post by Zane Shadolen on May 1, 2014 16:12:51 GMT -8
Zane couldn't believe his eyes. Here he sat, gleaning over the accounts of the "Massacre of Yavin", and he simply could not believe his eyes.Had the Order truly met such a crushing defeat at the hands of the Mandalorians? Jedi Master Dav Man'sell, leader of the Praxeum, listed as Missing In Action? Why had the Force hidden him away when so many of his fellow Jedi were being slaughtered? Was it not his duty as a Jedi Knight to protect life, in all its forms? And what else had come from this? The eradication of the Sith Empire - only recently-known in Zane's mind - as well as the Mandalorians, the reemergence of the Imperial Remnant as a dominant power in the galaxy...how much had he truly missed?Running his fingers through his shaggy auburn hair, Zane's crimson-colored eyes danced across the holo-screen. He tried to make the words state something else, anything else, but found that they were glued to the display. Cemented in their own horrifying way. The Jedi were in a weakened state, and now, they knew not what would come.*
*Zane continued to look over the accounts to see if there was any mention of his former Master, Will Son'tir.He found no mention of him, no ideas as to where he could have gone. Only that he eventually returned to Corellia, and hadn't been seen since. So, where did that leave Zane? How would he know what to do now? He needed to get in contact with Master Roma, or Master Kel'Al - someone, someone would have to know what needed to be done. The Force had guided him here, but now was so disparately-silent. He would need time to process this information, but, he would also need direction. For that, he only hoped the Archives would hold further information of the whereabouts of Master Son'tir...
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on May 1, 2014 16:52:29 GMT -8
Gavin's steps had brought him to the Archives once again. He remembered that not so long ago, he came here seeking knowledge, desiring to know more, but also, to better understand this place so that he could find a place to belong in this galaxy he had exiled himself from. In his time that he returned to existence, he had felt that his place was with the Jedi. He wasn't to join them and become one of them per se, but to ally with them, fight with them. It was the only place he felt he could fulfill his purpose, the only people who'd show a common interest his his desires.
As he entered he noticed Zane across the the grand library. While he wanted to ask about Master Jade, he held a slight hint of fear deep inside. Only Jade knew anything about him, only she would give him the time to speak. Anyone else might try to drive him off, seeing he was not as the Jedi were. Instead he began to look through the shelves that resided nearby, seeing if anything would catch his interest. He made sure to be careful as he walked and turned, hoping his large sword on his back and large sack over his left shoulder wouldn't hit and hurt anything. The last thing he needed was to cause any problems here.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on May 2, 2014 14:39:50 GMT -8
*As Gavin looked through the shelves of files and books, he got a strange sensation of something familiar. Turning and looking around, he closed his eyes and reached out. Through the sea of other Force users, one pulled at his mind. Taking a breath he focused in on the particular presence. It was Jade's. As he opened his eyes, a look of confusion fell across his face. Her presence wasn't being blocked or hidden, so how was it he didn't find it earlier. This troubled him, but he pushed the thought from his mind as he went over to a terminal outside the archives. He inputted the data seeking her and found her current location. While she had mentioned about it finding locations and a map within the Temple, he had never thought, nor ever needed to use such a method to find someone before. Giving a sigh, he left the archives and made his way to the Room of a Thousand Fountains.*
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Nov 18, 2014 21:58:57 GMT -8
=Jordan Halcyon=
After his abrupt meeting with Seleevan Khar at the tapcafe in another section of Coruscant, the Jedi Knight had returned with the results of his interview, and more questions that when he started. Master Raganella would be very interested to know about this latest contact with Khar and his advances toward Republic membership, but also very worried. It was just as he had expected: Khar was up to something, and he would reappear again after the incident at Corellia and the escape from Vortex. But what was he doing? Unless he was lulling the Republic to sleep, Jordan didn't have a clue. He couldn't imagine that the Republic would be stupid enough to allow Vortex membership, but if it came down to it, the Jedi still didn't have any concrete evidence against Khar of war crimes.
Khar had released his prisoners, and only one of them had been harmed. There was no proof that Khar himself was responsible for the torture, or even knew about it. And his answers to the slavery question had been less than satisfactory. In hindsight, Jordaan knew that he should have asked one additional question, but there hadn't been time, and he had sensed that he was beginning to impose on the Vor's time. All he could do was file his report to Corellia, hope that Darma saw through the potential traps, and keep waiting for more evidence.
[Some weeks later ...]
As Jordaan sat at his research desk in the Jedi Archives, skimming the latest intelligence on the Vor species from a Jedi xenobiologist (the article had a lot of words in it, but was really quite empty and a thorough waste of time), his comlink buzzed. Glancing down at the text of the incoming message, Jordaan hesitated slightly. It was a note from Master Raganella, basically telling him that the political climate was now sufficiently settled for him to contact the Emerald Blades. But he also added another tantalizing idea at the end, as a question. With Vortex now affiliated with the Republic, could Corellia request the extradition of the doctors who tortured Cal Witwer?
"Please research extradition treaties and get back to me." Jordan murmured to himself, repeating the last line of the message. He glanced up from his comlink, quickly scanned the room, then shut down his terminal, and made his way out of the Archives.
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jan 11, 2015 20:38:38 GMT -8
=Jordan Halcyon=Reaching the exit of the Archives, the Jedi Knight made an immediate left, then turned right down a rarely used side hallway, and pulled out his comlink. There was no one in sight, and so little risk of his call being overheard. His task was not officially a secret from the Jedi Order and he would have felt obligated to explain it to anyone who asked a legitimate question about it, but he also knew the political sensitivity, and wanted to keep it as quiet as he could. He knew that Master Raganella was trusting him to be discrete in his activities.Pulling up his list of intelligence contacts gleaned from advertisements in Coruscant's less reputable news sources, he selected one of the few names he recognized (the Emerald Blades -- and he only knew of them because Corellian Intelligence had obtained a report from them years ago, nothing more), and placed a call to their listed contact on Serreno.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2015 4:31:47 GMT -8
Vindicator Caegaard stood resolutely as Harbinger Kilaag, along with Finhaam, Harnaar, Mahogonaar, and Lunlaa, set to work gathering the last of the artifacts stored within the Coruscant Temple's Archives. It had been a fairly large project that Master Rawkill had set in motion a few weeks beforehand, with the forces under his command having all been set to the task to ensure it's expediant completion. The crew of the Westspear had been tasked with one final trip to gather anything that had been left behind, and ensure it's safe transportation to Talus, where everything could be more securely stored in the vaults beneath Karabor. As it stood, Coruscant had not been the center of the Jedi Order for some time, and with the Council of First Knowledge having relocated most of their operations to Talus, it only made sense that the artifacts woud be moved as well for security. With the last of the itmes, packaged, Caegaard lead the way to the hangar where The Westspear was waiting, and once everything was loaded up, they took off into orbit and jumped to hyperspace
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Post by The Twin Conquerors on Feb 7, 2016 15:40:54 GMT -8
Stalking off down the center of the great hall, Iztara strides toward the main entrance and enters the First Knowledge quarter of the Jedi Temple. Locating a marble staircase against the wall, she climbs the stairs two at a time to ascend several levels. Once she reached the Archives, the Warrior hardly pauses to take in her surroundings as she stalks toward her objective. The statues in the great windows that lined the Archives looked upon her impassively and a brief glance at the larger than life Jedi made her feel as if she were an intruder upon a rather sacred space. Their lightsabers raised in defense, she was sure if they were able, they would strike her down on the spot for what she had done and what she would do. Entering through the First Hall, Iztara was struck by the sheer amount of knowledge this place contained and now she could understand why Rhaezion had been so upset at being relegated to clean-up duty. Not only was he separated from her, but he would not have a chance to explore the Archives.
Walking along the main aisle, her fingers ghosted across the bronzium sculptures that lined the walkway. She recognized the likenesses of these busts from some of the tutoring lessons her father had ordered in her earlier years. While Iztara knew she recognized them from somewhere else too, she knew better than to try to access those memories. It had long been forbidden since father had taken….no, rescued them from a life of servitude and sacrifice. He had done both her and her brother a favour by whisking them away from that wretched place, and he had done everything in his power to make them forget who they had once been. Now there was only Princess Iztara and Prince Rhaezion. And their father was a god, who would dare to question them now?
Making her way to the center of the Archives, Iztara finally came to the Rotunda. This was what she had been searching for. Stepping through the arched doorways that stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling, the red carpet was plush and yielding beneath her booted feet. Making her way to the large database station in the center of the room, the Warrior hops the counter that ringed the main computer terminal in the center of the Rotunda. Tapping a few Aurebesh symbols on the holographic keyboard, she begins to call up the holo-recordings that the central security station backed up on the Archive servers. It was easy enough to erase these records herself, so she did not bother with another computer spike – though she had one just in case. Right as she is about to start doctoring the activity logs, concealing any trace of her ever having accessed the system, a thought comes to mind.
Pausing, she considers this newfound idea for a moment. She had not been explicitly instructed to muck about in the Archive’s computer systems beyond that which concerned any security recordings. However, the Sorcerer did say he did not want the Jedi to know of the twins’ existence. That was justification enough for her, she decided. Surely, the Sorcerer and her father would approve of what she had in mind as long as it was done correctly. Running her fingers across the holographic keyboard once more, Iztara begins her search for any records relating to herself and Rhaezion. She finds very few that document their sudden appearance on Hapes and subsequent adoption into the ruling family after father married the Queen Mother. Those would have to go. Her hands fly across the keys as the records disappear. Pausing, she wonders if she should search any records pertaining to her previous life, if father would be disappointed she even thought about it. She reminded herself once more that the Sorcerer did say that he did not wish the Jedi to know of their existence. Throwing all caution to the wind, her fingers move of their own accord across the Aurebesh letters as she begins typing out their previous designations.
:: Saphira Concordia + Airen Concordia ::
Without realizing it, Iztara had been holding her breath as she waited for the terminal to return the records she was looking for. Only did she release it when she saw several entries in the Archives. Part of her wanted to read through each and every one, but she knew if she dawdled any further than she had already done then the Sorcerer would be most unhappy. The Warrior also suspected that her father would somehow know. But what if she were to copy the records and just read them later? No, she decided. This course of action was unacceptable too. She came to the startling realization that her hands were trembling and her mouth was suddenly dry. Swallowing the uneasiness that had begun to form in the pit of her stomach, she resisted temptation and deleted the records before also cleaning the activity log. Standing there, she just stared down at the terminal and wondered what those records contained. It does not matter, I told myself. Saphira and Airen Concordia are dead. They were weak and pathetic, and did not deserve to live – to possess the power she and her brother now shared. It was better this way. The galaxy was safer for it. Reaching into the folds of her robes, she pulls out the zippered pouch once more and removes another data spike. Inserting it into the access port on the computer terminal, it immediately went to work, corrupting and deleting a myriad of archival records that were entirely unrelated to her or her brother. This would ensure that no one could ever pinpoint the records she had accessed and subsequently erased. About five minutes passed before the data spike ejected itself from the access port, indicating that its mission was complete. Snatching it up, Iztara returned it to the pouch within the folds of her robes.
After a moment, the hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end and something prickled in the dark recesses of her mind. The Force was alerting her to danger. Quickly, the Warrior ducked sideways and narrowly avoided losing her arm at the shoulder as a lightsaber suddenly impaled the computer terminal in front of her. Turning, amber slowly leeched through her eyes and spread to fill the whole of her silver irises.
There standing before Iztara was one of the most grotesque beings she had ever laid eyes upon. It was a nasty and crude appearing creature. An Aqualish, and from the looks of it, this was the Chief Librarian of the Archives, if its robes were anything to go by. She was not quite sure of its gender, but she was also certain she did not care. She felt it coming, as if it happened in slow motion – the barriers in her mind momentarily lifted as she reached out in the direction of the Aqualish, flicking her hand to the side rather nonchalantly. The surge of power that shot through her body was almost enough to make her stumble in supplication as she fought to hold onto it. However, as quickly as it filled her and made her feel complete once more, it left her bereft – as if her soul had been cleaved in two. She was now left empty, an empty shell of what she had the potential to be. In response to the movement of her hand, the Aqualish went flying into the wall of the Rotunda, cracks branching out from the point of impact as the creature fell to the floor. On its stomach, the Aqualish was clearly disoriented as it struggled to push itself up on its arms, gurgling out something in the strange language of its people. Iztara did not care, lip curling into a snarl, she drew her crimson lightsaber in the blink of an eye and leapt from behind the counter littered with terminals. Sailing through the air, the Warrior drove her lightsaber down through the back of the creature, extinguishing any last sign of life. Standing there looking down at it, the room was bathed in the crimson glow of the plasma arcing around the main blade of her saber. There was no flicker of recognition on her face, no regret for what she had just done. Calling the Jedi’s lightsaber to hand, Iztara deactivated her own and placed both hilts on her belt before bending down and slinging the Aqualish librarian over her shoulder.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 22:14:31 GMT -8
Striding into the archives our gaggle of lunatics looked around. Boland snatched a pod racing text and began flipping through it as the girls hit the stacks. Just outside the door one could see their escorts smoking a cigarette and arguing. Grace noticed that the massive area was eerily quiet. Grace walked among the books. The history seemed to thicken the air. But where were all the people she wondered. Becoming used to all things that but a short time before would have her hiding under a chair Maureen danced about merrily among the warehouse of timeless knowledge
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 22:25:01 GMT -8
Ciaran and Laoch strolled guardedly behind the three watching over them. As the trio entered the archives they stopped at the doorway and both lit cigarettes
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 2, 2018 17:22:08 GMT -8
Still lost in the sacred warehouse of knowledge Grace waltzed Maureen through the stacks. At last she sat for a moment collecting herself. Maureen continued lurking mesmerised by the vast collection. At last finding herself in front of Grace she asked
-Maureen-
Is this bad?"
Looking at her dumbfounded a second Grace answered
-Grace-
"The Jedi encourage learning dear; ignorance may well be bliss but it promotes poor behaviour."
Looking the little girl straight in the eyes
-Grace-
"None will question your presence. Just show respect."
Maureen smiled and ran away back to her exploring
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 2, 2018 18:56:47 GMT -8
The distinguished Jedi scholar Rhiannon Danu, famed among academic circles, a member of Council of First Knowledge and a respected human being walked the floor. She had an eye on the two curious visitors but at the moment she merely casually observed. They seemed harmless but she could feel a power in the two. They were nothing that alarmed her but she watched. The woman bore the scars of what must have been a most horrible attack, and this moved Rhiannon. She could literally feel the pain, both physical and emotional. She had questions and would approach her soon. The little girls was beautiful and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. And watching a child so young enthusiastically playing in a place of knowledge indeed pleased Rhiannon to the core. And, and she - how did people put it now? Eyes narrowing Rhiannon searched for a word. Yes. She had a Glow around her this child did. And it was not simply a glimmer; the Force around the child was so brilliant it was almoat blinding. And yet another feeling most odd came off the two: Death. This puzzled Rhiannon. Watching the child run back to her - was it her mother? All her rigidly conditioned self control aside she could not wait. As the little girl ran back to the stacks Rhiannon approached the woman
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 2, 2018 20:30:42 GMT -8
Grace noticed the woman. A stately individual indeed. Was she staring at them? Her eyes eye closed. Did she really stand out that much? She looked down at the book in front of her and read. Read. She read absolutely nothing but she concentrated all of her energy into the pages in front of her ignoring exactly what she knew was coming her way. Inhaling deep through the nose slow then slowly exhaled. Lamaze used this method to calm a birthing mother down, so she had been told. And she understood that in general it worked wonders as a method of calming the body and as consequence the mind. She faded into herself
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 2, 2018 20:47:13 GMT -8
Rhiannon walked confidently towards the table where the woman sat. The horrid ruination of what was a very young face became more clear with with each step closer. She actually winced but quickly pulled herself together and continued, stopping in front of the table. Thinking quickly Rhiannon elected between standing over the woman and introducing herself or sitting down. She quickly chose taking a seat, as it was by far the least intimidating of the two. Taking a chair opposite the woman she smiled politely and simply said
-Rhiannon-
"Greetings. May name is Rhiannon Danu. I work here...."
She was warm and inviting
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 2, 2018 21:02:11 GMT -8
Grace felt the woman sit but acknowledged nothing, continuing to act as if she were reading. When the stranger introduced herself however Grace looked up slightly making eye contact. The pacific look of the woman's face and dignified yet simple kindly voice was disarming and Grace lifted her head nodding in acknowledgement
_Grace-
"Hello Professor Danu, I believe that I have read some of your work."
Smiling
-Grace-
"My daughter Maureen is playing in the stacks, I hope that is alright."
Not breaking the stare
-Grace-
"I am Grace O'Malley."
She stopped waiting. Grace had a strong belief that this woman might well be hearing a lot. Answering to the painfully transparent she blurted out -Grace- "I was attacked." Grace dropped her stare to the table
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