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Lu San aas a diminutive female Chandra fan, her face wrinkled and lined and within every wrinkle there was etched a story, age had bent her body and she now spent her remaining years shuffling around the archives and to many she may be overlooked, yet only a fool would overlook one as old and wizened as she.

The shuffling of her feet and the tap of her cane came to a stop as a student gestured behind her that she had someone who required her assistance. She slowly turned and took in what she could see of the man before her. She called out to him in a strong but gentle voice that defied her years.

"Ahhh a visitor, would mind accompanying an old lady."

She held out her hand so that she might link his arm for support as she subtly guided Zed to a quieter corner, then releasing his arm she gestured to a comfortable chair.

"Sit, do sit my dear, tea, or caf?"

She shuffled over to a small side table where there lay two cups and a steaming pot of tea and caf as though she were prepared for this very moment.

She poured him a cup of tea and stirred the liquid.

"You have travelled some dustance to visit our humble archive have you not?"

The question was almost rhetorical in nature, she then turned and shuffled over to the seated Zed and slid the cup onto the table.

"Let me look upon you then."

She gently cupped his face in her hands and brought him to her eye level, two bright and very alert eyes peered out from amidst the wrinkles and she smiled gently.

"Thank you serie for obliging an old lady."

She then shuffled over to a small comfortable chair and sat serenely and sipped on her tea waiting for Zed to talk.

Aged, old and wise Lu San had seen much and read and studied even more, already she had taken in the humanoid armour, secondly that she could not sense him in the force, could she not see him, she would not know he were there at all, thus already she had drawn conclusion. He was not nearly covert enough or loud enough to be a Sith, and yet he clearly wanted to remain hidden, what was most telling was his armour that was clearly modeled on an animal of sort, so if her reading and memory served it was highly likely the being before her was a Jensaarai or at least a practitioner of their ways and arts.

She set her cup down at looked at him her eyebrows arching slightly.

"Well you are indeed forward my dear but I cannot say I dislike that, tell me what you already know of holocrons? For I am certain I don't wish to tell a Bantha how to walk straight."

There was more going on here than she first thought, but all would reveal itself in good time, again she assumed hus knowledge would be in depth on what holocrons were, what they did and there uses but she wanted to hear it from him.

She studied him a moment her face unreadable, passive and unchanging. Then it almost seemed to take on a look of sympathy.

"They indeed contain knowledge, vast knowledge on a vast many subjects, some are also gateways to truths and answers beyond even what lie within the holocrons themselves, yet not always is it the answer we seek, there are few who can stan or tolerate some of the truths they hold."

She pointed a telling finger at Zed.

Her eyes narrowed and she scrutinised him further.

"There is now an apparent hunger in you my dear, one must be careful of such ambitions when one searches for the truth or answers they seek... which brings us to the pressing question now, doesn't it?"

She leant forward in her chair, her bright eyes now staring into his.

"What knowledge do you need, to know that you believe you do not have, what burdens a man such as yourself to risk travelling as far as you have, to come to a place such as this, you were not expecting likely friends here.... and yet you came, at great risk, why?"

She leaned forward still listening to him her head cocked a little to one side when he had finished speaking she nodded once slowly.

"Hmmmm."

She rubbed her aged chin as she arranged her thoughts.

"Be careful of the shadow of greed, hunger of any kind can lead to dark places, I am sure I do not need to remind YOU of that though."

She then looked upon him with a kindness in her eyes, almost a pity.

"Thank you my dear for trusting me with the truth, I sense no malice in your actions and if there is aid I can give you I will. You must understand there are certain things I am restricted by and as such cannot and will not do. I would alas not forsake the Jedi Order and the position I have here, yet we are taught to help and guide where we can and so this I will do."

She rose slowly and stretching out a hand summoned a short wooden cane from the corner of the room, she nodded again and then said.

"Come."

She beckoned him with a slight gesture of her hand and began to shuffle her way out of the side room and down the long stretch of the archives toward the holocron vaults making sure he followed.

She leads Zed through and into a much smaller space, once they have passed the vaulted door it slides shut behind the, and the lights flicker on to illuminate a hexagonal room with each of its six sided walls stretching several metres up toward a domed ceiling the entire holocron vault is bathed in a pale blue light from the hundreds and quite possibly thousands of holocron stored here.

She turns around to him and gestures around her.

"Welcome to the holocron vaults of the Felucian conclave, we are proud to host the largest collection of holocrons amongst the Jedi temples and orders and we are very fortunate and privileged to be entrusted with this burden. You mentioned wanting to find a safe place to go, yes? Did you have someplace in mind, a region in space perhaps? Knowing a little more will help me pinpoint holocrons that may be of most use."