Jedi Temple

*Roma was starting to feel bored again and almost wished they had stayed at the Felucian village. She'd learned so much and had such a fun time with the children there, so much so she was having trouble imagining how this "temple" place was possibly better. Mama kept assuring her they'd get there that same day; Roma would believe it when she saw it.

But sure enough, come mid-afternoon, and Mama announced that they were nearly there, sounding equal parts nervous and excited. Roma sat up as high as she could, trying in vain to peer through the thick fungal foliage. Finally, Mama had Rush come to a stop... but they were still surrounded by wilderness. Roma frowned as they hopped off the akk and looked up at Mama, asking,* "Why'd we stop?"

"It's up ahead," *Mama answered, before turning to Rush and putting a hand on his scaly shoulder.* "I know it's been... a long time, boy, but you remember, right? Wait here with Terror for me?"

*The akk nodded, but Roma frowned.* "Why do they have to wait here?"

"You too, Terror," *Mama continued, reaching through the tentacle mass to pat the rathtar's underbelly where there were no tentacles. Looking at her daughter, she said,* "They're more suited for the jungle. The temple is one big indoor building. There's gardens inside, but they're not nearly large enough for them to roam and hunt in. Besides... I may have tamed Terror, but rathtars are usually very dangerous. They won't want one loose in the temple."

*Roma frowned, looking at her creature companions, not wanting to leave them behind.* "Will they be okay?"

*Mama nodded with a smile.* "More than. They'll patrol around out here, find food and take care of each other. That's how it was when I used to live with the Jedi."

*Roma nodded but continued to frown.* "Why'd you leave, anyway?"

*Mama nearly-grimaced before looking away.* "It's a... long, complicated story." *Returning her gaze with a forced smile, she ushered her onward.* "C'mon, let's go!"

*Roma was now intensely curious, as well as wondering why she'd never thought to ask before. But, as Mama stepped forward, Roma quickly took a quick detour to give hugs to Rush and Terror before catching up to Mama. Noticing the tailring on her shoulder, she asked,* "But why does Lokay get to come and they don't?"

"Well, Lokay was born inside," *Mama answered.* "In our old base, that is. But he was easy to take care of. Plenty of space for my tiny dragon to fly. All I had to do was feed him and clean up after him."

*Roma supposed that made sense, but any further questioning was cut off as they finally stepped into a clearing, her attention stolen by a very, very massive white object. She stopped in her tracks, jaw agape, staring up at the very obviously man-made structure, unlike anything she had ever seen; and she thought the Felucian huts were impressive!*

"C'mon, Roma," *said Mama with a giggle, tugging her arm along.* "I bet it's even more awesome inside."

*The word "inside" made Roma's feet move faster; she would have darted off on her own had she not been held back by Mama's hand. She half expected Mama to admonish her for rushing in without knowing where she was going again, but instead she was surprised to see Mama had quickened her pace to match Roma's. Grinning, Roma ran hand-in-hand with her mother towards a large opening in the temple. It was preceded by artificial, smooth steps, that only slightly slowed the pair down.

The opening was flanked by two figures, one seemingly human, the other rather furry with a short snout and pointy ears. Both were adorned with rather intricate coverings; at their hips, however, hung lightsabers just like Mama's!*

"Er, pardon me, miss," *said the human with a deep voice and an upraised palm, stepping to the side and directly into their path.* "Can we help you?"

*Mama slowed to a stop, instructing Roma to do the same with a tug of her hand.* "This is my home," *Mama said.* "Or it was..."

*The human glanced to the furry one, who shrugged their shoulders. Looking back at them, the human replied,* "What is your clearance?"

*Mama rolled her eyes and unclipped her lightsaber, holding it up horizontally, emitter end pointing away from them.* "This."

*The human shook their head, seemingly having a great struggle to keep eye contact; was that a bit of pink in their cheeks?* "A lightsaber doesn't make for credentials."

*Lowering her arm, Mama asked,* "Then what about the name 'Morgan Calmcacil'?"

"'Calmcacil'?!" *the human repeated.

The furry one nodded to them.* "Had better confirm that."

"My father is Aerandir Calmcacil, Grand Master of the Jedi Order," *Mama explained.* "... at least, he was when I left. I've been gone ten years but I'm home now."

"I'll need more than words to confirm that, I'm afraid," *said the human.* "Regardless, I can't hardly let the two of you inside in... your current states." *They glanced down Mama's front then immediately back up, seemingly going redder.*

"Where do you think we're gonna get clothes out in the jungle?!" *Mama exclaimed.*

"Let her in."

*Mama and Roma both stared past the human, who looked over their shoulder before stepping aside and bowing at the waist.* "Grand Master!"

Steffo advanced slowly, this place was both familiar and strange, last he had seen the enclave was half built, now not only was the enclave complete it looked like it had experienced plenty of action, just how much time had passed he couldn't be sure, yet he was certain he was a man out of time, or st least the time he had known.

He approached the guards who vigilantly watched.

"The enclave....... how long has it been built?"

The two guards exchanged a confused look.

"At least ten years, why do you ask."

"Ten years! That cannot be....."

Steffo physically staggered from the news, his mind reeled, he could not focus and shock hit him, he collapsed to the ground. The two temple guards rushed forwads and lifted the Jedi, one signalled on his comm and soon a medical journey had been brought out, with the Jedi lifted atop the hover gurney followed by a small medical team went inside the temple sweeping the occupant of the gurney swiftly toward the medical wing.

[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Main Floor | Jedi Temple | Felucia ]

Red had been lost in her own thoughts. Something she'd done a lot more often of late. Clad in a simple orange Padawan's outfit, she didn't really stand out, except for the jetpack she wore that was made out of the torso of a B1-Battle Droid, whom she fondly named Bean. It still had its head and arms, though the brain was significantly modified and improved, so she could install as many languages as she could find.

Sand People were still impossible for her to input for some reason.

She took note however when she saw the Bothan and the human. Roma, if she remembered correctly. They were just a little ahead of her, and Roma was complaining about the itchiness of her robes. Having some sensitive skin herself, Red could sympathize with the other girl, so when she was contemplating aloud about rushing back to change, she announced herself with a light clearing of her throat.

“Hello. Roma, right?” she smiled shyly and gestured to a nearby room, “If I may, I've recently installed a new machine that dispenses spare robes and outfits customised to your preference, with a small variety of materials that might be more comfortable than what you are wearing right now. It certainly saves time.”

That was the most amount of words she'd ever strung together in one go, and she blushed after speaking, noticeable only by the increasing redness of her cheeks and she looked downwards, not certain that her interruption would be welcome.

[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Main Floor | Jedi Temple | Felucia ] Attn: Roma Calmcacil

She looked up again when they spoke, and smiled shyly, “Yes,” she replied and then gestured with her left arm towards the nearby door, “Would you like to try?”

She turned and headed for the door, and opened it. It was a small alcove that looked relatively unused. There were a fair few of them around the temple, and Red had a lot of time on her hands, being a masterless Padawan, so she ended up tinkering. The machine looked almost like a droid and had four large external arms, and a bulky torso. The center of the torso held a holoprojector.

Thumbing the switch on the side, the projector flared to life and immediately a selection of attire began to appear. To demonstrate how it worked, Red quickly selected a combination that matched her simple garb at present, but in a mottled green and brown colour. Aurabesh text appeared to indicate the comfortable material it was made of.

“When you have finished,” she said, “press the 'Create' button to produce your clothing.”

She quietly added, “Many people come back with ruined clothing...this saves time.”

[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Main Floor | Jedi Temple | Felucia ] Attn: Roma Calmcacil

Red looked at the Bothan quizzically, then blushed as she realized her statement was misunderstood. Memories of her first time here came flooding back when she thought that Jedi ate children. She raised a hand in a slight protesting manner, and said, “From missions.”

She gestured to her own clothing, “My outfit, from here.”

She pointed to the machine, and elaborated, “Still good. Durable. When Jedi Knights come back, if they need to report to the council quickly but don't want to look like they came out of...a meat grinder, this saves time.”

She looked Roma over, and made a guess to her size and specifications, then pushed a few buttons, and pointed at the last button, indicating Roma just needed to push that, and the machine would make her a new outfit in a few seconds. “It only needs ten seconds and you'll have a new outfit. I suggest using the material of my clothing. It's comfortable and practical.”

[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Main Floor | Jedi Temple | Felucia ] Attn: Roma Calmcacil

The machine began whirring and the center torso made some chugging and clicking noises as the interior began rapidly knitting and applying the materials together. After a moment, the torso parted and two of the four arms reached in and produced neatly folded clothing for Roma, which the machine held it out to, but Red daintily retrieved them from the machine and then presented it to the girl, her own eyes wide and hopeful that they'd like it. She spent a fair bit of time working on this to get it functional and flawless. The Bothan seemed hesitant or skeptical of its usefulness, so Red took it as a personal mission to ensure they were suitably impressed.

And maybe, just maybe, someone will finally start noticing and training her. She was rather bored of just puttering around the temple on her own trying to find things to occupy her mind and time.

“Does this feel more comfortable?” Asked Red hopefully.