Great Jedi Library

*The human female climbed through the vents for what seemed like hours in search of her prey. Eventually she made it to the vents that connected to the library. She scanned through the several vents before she finally spotted what she had been searching for. There sitting in a chair was her target, Typhor Zero. Carefully she removed the grate and dropped silently to the floor behind him. She spoke in a cold almost mechanical voice when she addressed the Jedi.*

"Typhor Zero. I have been searching for you."

A noise as of boot-heels thumping firmly along the corridor betokened the purposeful approach of the owner a few seconds before that individual arrived in person at the entrance to the Great Jedi Library of the Ossan Academy. It was a young female of lithe figure, shown off to advantage by her attire, light-sided in Force aura, though definitely not wearing the typical Jedi tunic. Annikki Perala greeted the custodian of the library politely and proceeded to an unoccupied data terminal from whence she proceeded to look up pertinent information on the Jedi frequenting this particular location as well as a brief history of the Academy itself. It was her normal procedure upon arriving at an unfamiliar place.

Annikki looked up as an argument broke out over at the main circulation and reference desk of the Library. Greyish-purple eyes narrowed as long dark lashes momentarily veiled them. She let out a sigh and returned her attention to the screen in front of her. Currently she was perusing a brief bio of Devlin Dewe, Battlemaster of this Academy. She rolled her eyes dramatically, he wore the absolutely styleless typical brown Jedi robes that hadn't really been updated since the days of the Old Republic. But, she reflected, exotic flowers were more easily noticed when one was placed in the middle of a desert. She smiled and tossed her head, scrolling further down the screen, every so often pausing to enlarge something or cross-reference data.

She felt the passing breeze of someone stalking heavily past, accompanied by an air of extreme annoyance as the next terminal over was suddenly occupied. She watched him for a moment or two out of the corner of her eye. Perhaps he was attempting to hack into the system as the Head Librarian had been so infuriating. However, policy exists for a reason. And if he had not been able to produce credentials...

"What is so important that you would risk creating an incident and drawing notice to yourself?" she spoke quietly, her voice melodious, pitched so as not to disturb anyone other than the intended recipient. A faint smell of cherry blossom fragrance hovered around her. "Surely, if your intent is nefarious, you have now brought down upon yourself the interest one would think you would rather avoid?"

Seemingly intent upon her own data terminal she scrolled down further. Devlin Dewe had once gone to Coruscant for help. Unlike herself, he'd found it. And then, isolated himself upon Ossus. She was intrigued. He believed his enemy would come to him here. She had hunted for hers, until thwarted by the Jedi. Well, a specific Jedi. Yet, in this instance the 'mercy' of the Jedi had proven far crueler and longer-lasting than her revenge would have been. Annikki Perala smiled a long slow smile, satisfied.

Baylan was a...complicated individual. He prescribed to the newer Jedi code as outlined by Master Skywalker:

Jedi are the guardians of peace in the galaxy.
Jedi use their powers to defend and to protect.
Jedi respect all life, in any form.
Jedi serve others rather than ruling over them, for the good of the galaxy.
Jedi seek to improve themselves through knowledge and training.

He saw the older Jedi code as inherently flawed...the emotionless, the mental distancing, as ultimately distancing the Jedi from the commoner - the very beings they sought to protect. He firmly believed this is what ultimately led to the destruction of the Old republic Jedi, indeed, led to the near annihilation of their ancient order. That was an unforgivable transgression - something that should never be repeated. He knew though, that many Jedi didn't prescribe to the newer codes...they clung to the older tenets and the ancient rites. That was fine...for those that sat in council towers, and instructors who taught others. But for Jedi guardians, Jedi peacekeepers, and Jedi Investigators...sentients who worked with common sentients everyday, who sometimes had to use force, guile, deception, infiltration, and myriad other skills more suited to a police force than a Jedi - that emotional connection was vital to not only performing their law enforcement duties, but also something even more vital; helping the common sentient have faith and trust in their Jedi protectors. The new order didn't need distant monks in towers...they needed visible and down to earth servicemen willing to serve beside law agencies. That wasn't to say Baylan threw the Jedi ways out the window though...there was a high degree mental conditioning that he maintained, as well as a high level of emotional awareness - allowing emotions also meant keeping a watchful eye on them to make sure they didn't go overboard. At his core...Baylan was a Jedi, dedicated to protect and serve, use his Jedi abilities to protect and defend, to respect life, and to continually improve himself through training and study. Perhaps, something he struggled with a little more than others...here, among the...monks...he found it hard to be cordial. They seemed so intent to emulate the old Jedi...

Baylan's thoughts flickered to a halt as a man practically stampeded his way through the library, making his way speedily towards the main vaults. What was even more unusual was his closed mind - while most minds were guarded, this one was completely closed...to the point of drawing attention to himself. With a frown, Baylan silently watched the man as he sped by - noticing that the Jedi woman from before did the same as well.

"Nice to meet you Miss, I'm Baylan Nakova. And no...I don't....but he feels very suspicious. I don't like it."

Standing, Baylan shook her hand as he stood, gesturing towards a few rows of bookshelves that seemed to parallel the mans path.