Great Temple

“No…Of … course not…”

something seemed wrong here, but i couldn’t quite tell what.  while it was true that someone had sent me, I had a modicum of trust for whomever it is since very few people knew how to access the network. looking to Ander i shook my head.

“I designed the network on my own after starting on the jedi holonetwork as a Member of J-TECH.  the encryptions i have installed into it border on the hypothetical to stay as far ahead of slicers as i can.  And to my knowledge there are only 7 active cypher chips that would allow the user access known in existence.”

suddenly, a beeping went off in my pocket. Apparently Pixar needed to get in touch with me. i ignored it as i was leaving the chamber, Pixar hit a subroutine and bypassed my ringer

::Master tuhlute, we have problem, there is a systems malfunction, security systems are activating all by thems—::

I snatched the device out of my pocket and slammed the volume toward silence.  looking sheepishly at the figure i saw as Ander.  I knew the damage had been done, but i had to attempt clean-up if to save my skin.  nothing good seemed to come from being the lone man without armor on.

“Heh, heh… That’s just silly old pixar.  we were playing an RP to pass the time rules are that he would select a random interval of time and report in with a problem i would need to use wit and timing to solve it… it is quite fun from a brain training stand point… excuse me”

I figured that i would not be able to walk alone so i shuffled off to a darkened corner and sent a text message via Starnet.  sure it was out of the way, but reality didn’t seem 1:1 at this moment

::Pixar listen very carefully, I have my suspicions about what is going on… but i can’t act on them unless we could amass an army.  i want you to be clever,  run every protocol you can to get around this, Coms and lock down access need to be open as possible.  but don’t rely on your station.  use bounce codes to make the intrusions seem like they were coming from any other operational terminal other than the ones you are using at the security command. also encrypt via Starnet ANY further communications you have towards me.  it will be a step out of the way but we are fighting a cold fight for the moment, Monte out::

closing and stowing my DM, i rejoined the group that seemed to move towards the archive even just for a little.

“Sorry about that… the puzzle was a hard one.  well then Allons-y.”


Somewhere in a random Dormitory within the academy, a computer terminal activated and with security clearance that was the highest level of administration.  the computer seemed to act on it’s own force to take offline any sub routines GALSAF members were maintaining.  and while the efforts would be successful in the short run, as any person was detected by sensor as coming near the Dorm, the computer would shut down access and switch to another random terminal within the Temple.

Alexis almost thanked him, but did not as it would have been taking up space on GALSAF's communications channel. She felt the changing flicker, undoubtedly he'd collect her under armed guard. At that realization Alexis wondered if she should have come back here, if he had any idea how being 'welcomed' into her old home almost as if she was suspected for its destruction would make her feel. Grim, disappointed calm, settled over her. There was something she had to do, answers she had to find, and one way or another she would find them.

Settling into a stomach-dropping turn the StealthX shot through the lockdown and dropped into the hangar bay of the Praxeum, a place from which history had been launched many years earlier. She cut the hull polarization generator and dialed back power from her four fusial thrust engines, gliding up into the single unoccupied fighter slot up in the Dragon's Roost and dropping her x-wing into it neatly with a whine of repulsorlifts that cut out a few seconds later as she killed the power. She clapped her hands over her ears as R8 shrieked an excited electronic greeting at the droids of the other StealthX's belonging to Dragon Squadron. He could easily enough talk to the computers himself.

"While you're at it, make sure we get re-fueled, etc, Teacup," she informed her fussy astromech. "One never knows," she muttered to herself, unsure what she would find out here, but feeling that it would not be what she expected.

She flipped the switch the popped the canopy and winced as it hissed open. Instinctively she unfastened her seat restraints, but then she just sat there, listening to the residual hisses and pops of her snubfighter settling down to rest. She couldn't help feeling like a ghost. And the thing she had originally left Yavin to find and give to Dav, the book that had led Nathan to her, well...it was in the possession of another now.

~You cannot run forever Alexis,~ my thought-voice echoes through my mind. Force knows, I've tried.

Reaching up to the edge of her cockpit, she pulled herself out of the seat and clambered up onto its edge. She hung there for a minute, contemplating the eery feeling of silence around herself, and then dropped to the ground. She landed hard, and found it reassuring. Straightening on her feet, she stretched her spine with a long crack as her vertebrae settled themselves back into place.

Alexis took a deep breath, inhaling the mixed scents of dust, engine oil, and something she couldn't place right off the top of her head. She headed over to the nearest exit, scuffing her heels along the floor just to make some other sign of life. Glancing at her wrist chrono, she probably had two and a half minutes till the presences she felt moving in this direction actually arrived. She stopped in front of the door, five feet inside it, arms crossed in front of herself, waiting...

Even though she knew GALSAF armored its members in similar fashion to the Mandalorians it did not do away with the unsettling feeling of seeing them clanking about in this place. She said nothing of this however, her face remaining a smooth mask of imperturbable calm. A half-smiled flickered momentarily at the corner of her thin lips, an answering spark flashing in the depths of her dark brown eyes. No pilot is immune to admiration of their ship. "Nine-Dees can be tricky to fly---power regulation requires constant fine-tuning and attention, among a couple other quirks, that's the main reason you'll only see a Jedi in one." She replied distantly, though not in an unfriendly fashion, as she nodded in greeting, "Sergeant Anfield, Sergeant Hackley," shaking hands was not a gesture that she often made. This was due to her upbringing as well as the training of the Jedi, however, she did not project hostility. Instead, she smiled wryly, bitterly even, "Welcome to Yavin IV... what's left of it," she whispered, mostly to herself, saddened.

Following the two men, she calmly stated that, "I don't mind a walk, never really used the lifts much anyway." Introducing herself had not seemed of importance as presumably they had known who they were looking for and they had greeted her by name; however, she saw no reason at this juncture to skip the formalities. "As you already know, I'm Alexis Karidian." Mentally she pulled up a map of the Praxeum and their location in relation to the Grand Audience Chamber. If they took the next corridor and --- they knew how to get where they were going. Why should she interfere? Shortcuts or not, they would get there eventually.

Ander listened to the Jedi's words with just enough attention given to glean information from him. Diamonte's point of view mattered little to Ander, who wasn't one to be distracted by speeches. Unfortunately, neither were Ander's commandos. As the Jedi moved to back away, Ander rolled his eyes. He didn't bother walking after the nervous Jedi, who was reaching for his weapon at the moment. He kept his own hands away from his rifle, then tried speaking with the man again. I built this place with my own hands, friend. I'm no stranger here, you are.
Ander called after him as a pair of the soldiers stepped out from around the far corner and blocked off Diamonte's rearward movement in the dark corridor. Ander waved them aside with his hand. Let him go, we have the archives, he's harmless. The two commandos lowered their weapons and let the Jedi pass, looking after him as he disappeared down the hallway. One of them rose his rifle again, then mimed firing the weapon before lowering it a second time. The two commandos chuckled to each other then joined with Ander and his own team. Ander watched Tuhlute disappear from his field of vision and shook his head.
Put the word out that he's free and on his own. Ander called out his orders over the Battalion commlink. Just keep the hangar on lockdown and he's got no way of getting off planet. Had he not been wearing his helmet, Ander might have spat. The Jedi he'd been meeting throughout the Galaxy of late were undisciplined, lacking any common sense. It was as if their minds had been replaced by dogma and little else. It was no wonder they spent so much time making speeches. Ander gestured to his boys and as a team they began their trek to the Temple's lower levels. It was hear he ran into Alexis and her escorts, just outside the Temple Archives where Delmani and his Black Operators were downloading and sealing the records.



"I hear ya. Sounds like a pain in the ass, if you ask me." The Gunnery Sergent shrugged as Alexis elaborated on the Nine-D design. "Then again, being constantly on the move can stifle that sort of attention, and I wouldn't want the birds to be left without food, so to speak." They were nearing the Temple Archives on their way toward the Audience Chamber. The Jedi muttered a greeting to herself before offering one to each himself and Sergent Hackley. They returned her pleasantries well enough, though with even tones. They're focus was the task, which...

Ander Tagira stepped around an upcoming corridor entrance, a team of commandos in tow. The Gunnery Sergent lifted both eyebrows in surprise. "Didn't expect to run into you here, Tagira." Anfield said. Tagira stared down at his waist through the T-visor of his helmet. You miss out on HUD notifications when you're helmet's clipped to your belt, Anfield. Tagira's voice rang through the vocoder of his helmet, deadpan. The Gunnery Sergent wrinkled his nose, then unclipped the helmet from his waist and pulled it over his head, his face disappearing from sight. Ander looked to Alexis, nodding his own greeting. Glad you could make it here alive, Karidian. I trust Nar Shaddaa didn't rough you up too bad?

"It has its compensations," Alexis replied enigmatically, as they headed deeper into the Praxeum itself. Judging from the surprised reactions of her escort, they had been expecting their Commander to remain in the Audience Chamber. Instead of which he was standing outside one of the entrances to the sprawling Archives. Taking up much of the second and third levels of the Academy building, the archives of the Yavin Jedi were quite extensive. In fact, they had brought Alexis directly to where she was wishing to go, without her intimating as much to them. This satisfied her on a deep psychological level. Perhaps small things were still as they should be.

"That is a matter of perspective that is difficult to view in an objective fashion as it concerns me closely. However, I did what I intended to do." The slim female contemplated Ander, covered in armor. It was different from when they had conversed aboard the Basterd's Hand. She disliked not seeing people that she was talking to, as if they had something to hide. On an instinctive level it made them difficult to trust. And she never trusted easily.

In appearance she looked much as she always did, though her eyes could have told a different story. She had aged in the time elapsed between now and then. And a fresh scar traced a raw, unhealed line from her left cheekbone almost to her ear, breaking the otherwise ethereal paleness of her face.

"I see that you are still alive---how does it feel to be back on Yavin?" she inquired, wondering what sort of mixed feelings this kind of return had provoked in one who had walked the path of a Jedi for many years before choosing a different path.

As expected, my movements throughout the academy were monitored, but i wasn’t detained. as i climbed the stairs toward the second level i swore that i had seen a group of units with Ander and a new unarmed person… hiding behind a wall for a reasonable amount of time until i thought they were gone before i continued on… but as i sensed no one but sparse guards near me made me think i was just hallucinating.  upon reaching the training arena i contacted My companion via my secure link

::Pixar lockdown and seal the training arena… i don’t want any of these occupiers to get in here.::

there were several clicks as each of the doors locked and the security systems shut down to prohibit anyone attempting to slice the lock to get in.  someone would have to find Pixar’s location and disable the codes in that format, or blast down the doors.

::Confirmed, training arena is secure, no exterior access or control allowed::

::Good, now can you bring up a Tutaminis exercise::

::I am afraid all of those are in the archives…::

::… which we cannot access because we have been locked out?::

::No, they cut and communication lines, I physically cannot do anything in regards to the archives… unfortunately that means until the lines are repairs there is no internal temple assets that can be assessed to the archives in case of an emergency… fortunately the caretakers planned for an occasion,  i am accessing the requested files from an emergency backup for just such an occasion.::

I nodded as several laser turrets made themselves present.  i placed down my weapons and took a relaxed breath in.  this was me absorbing the energy, and incorporating it into my internal energy.

::Set difficulty to level 2, and engage::