Jedi Praxeum

There had been some expectation of an emotional response that would be elicited by the revelation, but Rhiannon had not quite expected anything quite so powerful. It was a brief moment, with the Countess managing to stem the flow quickly and impressively, but something that was unusual for the Pathfinders to experience. It was not that they viewed it as inherently evil, merely that the upbringing they'd received was just not quite the same. They'd not been faced with such scenarios and taught how to act within them, so Rhiannon did her best as she stood silently and a little awkwardly nearby, waiting until it seemed appropriate to speak again
I'm sorry Ma'am... I don't quite understand what ever happened myself. You more than anyone can probably confirm her presence within the Force, but it shines brightly for us. It's like a star, brilliant and beautiful... A similar such aura radiates from yourself, though much more angelic... Sorry, pardon my digression. All we know, is that we found this fallen deep into the basement of the Dark Jedi's Temple, surrounded by Quarren Sorcerers who seemed quite interested in it.
They had heard reports of a darkside cult within the Quarren Dominion that was rising out of Mon Calamari, but much of that had been speculation and isolated incidents. This could have been another such sighting, but it certainly seemed like something dark and nefarious was going on
It seemed prudent to return this to the care of the Jedi, if for no other reason than the interest those darksiders seemed to be paying it...
She paused a moment, studying Abigail's reaction and trying her best to figure out how to navigate the matter
We thought you might be the most appropriate person to deliver this to for safe keeping, but if that is not the case...

When bidden to, the trio of Pathfinders followed the Countess, with Rhiannon keeping pace beside Abigail while Sylina and Leo pushed the cart along behind them. All of them listened and paid attention as the somewhat horrific, but eventually triumphant, story was recounted. None of them interjected, knowing it was better to listen for more often then not additional context would provide clarity or there would come a moment in the story when questions were preferred to be asked. By the time the crystal was offloaded into one of the vaults and the door was sealed, they all had reached a silent consensus: Although they did not understand the magic that bound the dark monster, it was better for everyone involved that they did not ask. Rhiannon gave a curt nod of her head in understanding
Of course, the story shall not pass beyond our lips and we'll be sure to omit its existence from our reports. Better to not leave a paper trail after all... Do you have any further need of our assistance? Otherwise we may take you up on your offer of a bed for the night before we continue on our way again come the morning.

"I told them the truth, for starters." Said the Rebel General stoically, crossing two broad arms over the chest of the plain white tunic he was currently wearing, stained with engine grease just like his fingers after some last minute tinkering inside the Halcyon's mechanical guts. He was pretty sure Katja wouldn't appreciate him messing around with her ship, but pilot to pilot, he couldn't help his curiosity. By the grace of the Great Tree Spirit, he had been right as well, and it had totally been worth the peek. Either the Captain or her crew had bypassed a faulty compressor on the ignition line. Top notch work that would make even Headmaster Frantz proud. With his sleeves rolled up, the burly former woodsman's hairy arms were on full display, further adding to his somewhat savage aura. Like a hungry bear pacing inside a circus cage. "I think they've earned it after all they've suffered, and they have more stake in this than anyone. Besides..." He grimaced, clearly uncomfortably with what he was about to say. "...we're going to need them. Last time I checked, neither of us has gills, Lucy. I grew up surrounded by trees. Now I can swim as good as the next land lover, but we'll be fighting Quarren, among other unnatural horrors I'm sure. We need a comparable force of our own for those underwater situations." Already sensing Lucien's aversion to putting civilians in harms way, which frankly was how the Rebellion largely operated if he was honest, Endor held up a hand and motioned for the Jedi High Lord to hold those concerns for a moment. "We'll only take volunteers, of course."

He stepped closer, close enough for Lucien to feel to heat radiating off his body. Like any responsible commander of men, he had his own concerns about the road to Mon Cala, but there was no denying that a part of him was eager for it. This was the reason the Force had called him back, he was certain of it. One last fight.

A big fat grin split Endor's weather wizened features right down the middle. "I knew you'd come around, Lucy! Never doubted you for a minute." Barked the General, slapping his knee enthusiastically, then reigned in his comportment a bit as he cleared his throat with a cough. "What I mean to say is, thank you, High Lord Malvern. Trust me when I say that this is going to make all the difference in the world." Resting his hands on his hips, the Rebel leader looked around the room for his horn headed furry companion, finding him mysteriously absent. Which probably meant that mischievous snowok was off somewhere in the Praxeum making trouble. "Where's Redclaw?" Boomed the former forest druid's voice. "This calls for a celebratory drink. We brought a cask of Ewok Moonshine with us straight from my home village. It's made from fermented blumfruit and the blood of stormtroopers..." It wasn't. That second ingredient was most likely hops. He shrugged dismissively. "Eh, no matter. We'll save it for when we've given the people of Mon Cala their planet back. Ha!"

Sticking a hand down his pants and rummaging around for a minute, the bushy bearded freedom fighter retrieved a folded up map from some internal compartment, which hopefully hadn't been his underpants. It wasn't. Endor didn't wear any. Unfolding the piece of paper, the General spread the map over the rooms holographic projector, completely blocking the luminous three dimensional star map of the galaxy with the two-dimensional representation printed on the parchment. It was clearly well used, as the edges were frayed and there were a number of stim-caf stains that could easily be mistook for planets or star systems. Brushing away crumbs that had collected on its surface, Endor indicated Ossus.

"The Adega and Felucia systems are about equal distance from Dac, either will serve as a place to muster our forces once we're ready to make our move." His finger drifted from Ossus' position over to the Calamari system. "Tarfang and I were able to infiltrate the orbital shipyard facilities using StealthXs last time we were there. Our exit made quite a bit of noise, so I doubt it will be that easy to sneak in again. Scouting the system before the attack might not be possible, but its not all bad. The combined naval forces of the NRA and Jedi Lords are not insubstantial, plus we'll be receiving further aid from the Five Worlds, the Corellian Jedi Academy, and even a few strays we picked up from Felucia. These darkside cultists will be hard pressed to deny our approach, but they've also had plenty of time to entrench their position as well." He scowled. "It's going to be hard fight. There's no way around it, but, I believe if we can cut the head off these squids leadership, this kraken will crumble. I've been assembling a Jedi strike team for just that job."

"Droids, eh?" Said the boisterous unofficial ambassador of the Forest Moon, running his fingers through the wiry fibres of his bark brown beard, which was often mistaken for red. Both bushy brows raised as he visibly contemplated that information. It wasn't that he had anything against droids, not really. He worked alongside one regularly enough, though R6 was more like a part of his family. He trusted him enough to let the little guy work on his new C-type E-wing that Graemon had just sent over for his personal use, since his X-wing was still a pile of scrap on Dantooine. Battle droids were a different story. They were designed to destroy, to kill, whatever was required by their programming. Artificial beings, machines, made to snuff out life. They were anathema to his deeply held personal beliefs. It was the reason he hadn't hesitated to take the Orion-class Battlecruiser that Lucien had leant him and rammed it down the throat of the flagship of his own misbegotten clone. Really, the situation before them wasn't so different. These squids, he'd got a sense of them when he and Tarfang raided the shipyards. They were evil right down to the core of their being. He could square using lifeless murder machines to combat them. He nodded. "Okay, it's good to have options. Plus the more firepower we can throw at these inky tentacled bastards, the better. Absent an opportunity to surprise them, I'll settle for making them scared."

Endor bared his teeth in a bearish grin. "Still, I'd gladly trade them for the Gungan Grand Army, but we'll make due. I've scraped by with a lot less. This would be easier if we knew who was leading the cultists, but as it stands we'll have to improvise on the fly." He snorted, then sneered somewhat villainously, hosting a mad glint in his eye. "That's where we Rebels are at our best. With a bit of luck the evil pontiff in charge will show themselves and we can bring this to a swift end. The last thing we want is to get bogged down in a protracted siege. Its bad enough on worlds with solid ground under your feet, but its worse on the ones covered in water. Plenty of crevices to hide in down there." While not quite claustrophobic, the idea of descending to those dark lightless depths while surrounded on all sides by a few thousand tons of water pressure sat uneasily with him. He'd like to avoid it if given the chance. "Even without knowing what their fleet or defenses look like, I think it is a safe bet the shipyard encircling the planet will be the largest obstacle in our path. If we take control of it early enough, we might be able to put those facilities to use repairing and rearming our own ships. Besides, we have to take that yard or we'll be stuck watching our backs during the entire liberation effort."