Morgan Calmcacil
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Apr 5, 2014 0:16:12 GMT -8
*Morgan looked up as Serena approached and managed a weak smile; she was glad to see her friend, but there was still the fact that they had to do homework. Something Serena was quick to note that she hated. Morgan started to nod in agreement before stopping; weren't they supposed to be making this a little more fun than it normally wasn't? So she grinned, trying to stifle her laughter as she made her response to Serena.*
You shouldn't hate your homework, or you'll turn to the dark side!
*She started to giggle as she pulled the last of her things out of her bag and set them on the table, then started to turn on the terminal so she could do her work before looking back at Serena curiously.*
So what do you have to do?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 19:38:47 GMT -8
*Serena rolled her eyes at Morgan's comment, though she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Morgan wasn't any happier than she was to be stuck inside doing homework when there was a whole jungle out there to be playing in. Alas, such was life, as her brother would always tell her...she could hear his voice now...
She sighed.*"Yeah yeah..."*She turned on her own terminal and started to set up her lessons.*"Just some basic galactic history...Core Worlds and stuff. What do you have?"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Apr 7, 2014 13:04:18 GMT -8
Me too, and... math...
*She mimed retching at the mere mention of it, then shook her head and sighed.*
I hate m—
*Morgan quickly checked herself before completing that. Even if it was just a joke, she'd seem hypocritical if she too said she hated her homework. Thinking of an alternative phrasing, she made a show of pressing her palms together and tilting forward slightly, as though bowing.*
I mean, math is a valuable asset, but it is not meant for me.
*She straightened, keeping her palms together, trying and failing to hold a straight face before giggling. Hey, this was fun already. Though it would probably stop being fun when it came to actually doing the work... Eh, they'd think of something. Probably.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 13:11:52 GMT -8
*Serena giggled when Morgan almost said that she hated math, though she quickly corrected herself. Of course, Serena would have readily agreed with her. As bad as she thought homework was in general, math was the absolute worst ever. It was the bane of her existence.*"Math stinks all right."*She wrinkled her nose and glanced at her terminal, then turned back to Morgan.*"Come on, let's just get this stuff done so we can go play again."*Sighing, she turned her seat back towards the terminal and started her work.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Apr 8, 2014 18:51:19 GMT -8
*At least Serena agreed with her that math was terrible. Either way, it was time to move on and get to work. Morgan did her best to try to make the whole situation light and fun, making a joke here and there and occasionally comparing answers with Serena on any work they might have shared. But finally both of them completed their work, and it was time to do something... anything else but this. As quickly as she could, but without moving too quickly than was typically allowed in the library, she departed the archives as soon as Serena was ready as well.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 19:13:46 GMT -8
Since it appeared most of the Staff of the Felucian Jedi were busy attending to various things, Rawkill had gotten out his datapad and pulled up a map of the base, before leading the way down to the Archives, with his Th'tremsi in tow. The workers got to work bringing in the equipment they needed to perform the upgrades, with the Warriors of the Spears providing assistance where needed, whilst Rawkill moved to one of the private rooms as Athos contacted him first from Dantooine. Once the call had ended, he took a moment to review the files that Athos had uploaded, starting with the video footage from the cantina and finishing with the footage from the spaceport.
Whether it was really Adieumus or not, was a matter that would be figured out later on down the track once the man had been apprehended. For now, Rawkill put together the information they had, and put out an Order wide BOLO. With that done, and the matter now out of his hands so to speak, he then turned his attention to the report that Constance sent from Korriban, detailing the aftermath of the attack, which had left a few hundred people dead and almost as many injured or in critical condition. With the reports received, Rawkill exited the room to find the workers already on task as they were already co-ordinating with the local archive team to begin installing the new hardware and getting the system connected in to the network. With not much for him to do at the moment, Rawkill headed over to where Avanoraa and Aellemere were seated, and sat down opposite them
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 20:54:29 GMT -8
Avanoraa and Aellemere had followed Master Rawkill to the Archives, taking in the sights of the Felucian Academy on their way there, before taking a seat at one of the desks as Rawkill went off to deal with some business. As he returned and sat across from them, they could tell there was much that was troubling the Jedi Master, made all the more obvious now that they were on Felucia
You seemed troubled Master Rawkill. It's not hard to tell something isn't right...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 19:58:21 GMT -8
Titus arrived to the archives a few minutes later, taking a moment to survey the scene as the Th'tremsi work crews went to and fro, doing the upgrade of the archives. He then spotted Master Rawkill sitting with a couple of women that he seemed to be deep in discussions with, so he approached cautiously, making sure to stop far enough away so that he wasn't intruding on their conversation
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2015 22:37:12 GMT -8
Rawkill was usually pretty good at hiding his concern from others, but between the planet's deep connection to the Force, and the Th'tremsi's reliance upon it, it was no surprise they had picked up on it. Honestly, these days, there was always things on his mind, what with the galaxy in such turmoil as it was, and things only looking to become bleaker
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Where do I even start? The Republic is falling apart, with it's leaders missing or dead. A rouge force user is running around killing people, pretending to be a former Jedi Master. And then there is this misguided Jedi Crusade... I'd be able to understand the attack on Koribban, if it had hit any Sith, but all that was destroyed were empty tombs and a long abandoned academy. Hundreds of civilians are dead or injured, for what? True enough, some of them were slave traders and illegal spice dealers, but many of them were slaves or refugee's with no place else to go. And Kashyyyk? yes, the sith threat is gone, but the HNN has already gotten onto some new atroscities that Rutil has committed. I fear for Master Calmcacil, since it will be him on the receiving end of this... Speaking of Rutil...
Rawkill had sensed Master Titus' arrival and turned his attention to the Grand Master of the Saurian Jedi, ushering him to come closer and take a seat with them. Although it was hard to tell by looking at Titus, he could sense the distress the Jedi Master was feeling through the force. Something had gone awry, but whether it was the matter on Kashyyyk, or something else, he could not tell
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Master Titus, please have a seat. I assume you are here about what happened on Kashyyyk...
Rawkill felt a chill go down his spine, as he felt a disturbance in the force, emanating from a world far away. Had he had a cane and not been sitting down, he was certain he would have done a good impression of Master Yoda. He shook his head, as he focused on the here and now
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 18:15:40 GMT -8
News of the Republic's decline had already been speculated within Talus for some time, and was the primary reason that they had yet to visit Coruscant and announce the annexation of Talus and Tralus back into the Double World Federation. For now, they were waiting to see what happened, since elections were being held to determine new leadership, and Crom'nen was currently missing. It was when the subject turned to rogue force users, that the two women found some cause for concern, since both had some ties to the Jedi Order, though the later being more concerning, since the former could merely be an imposter. They then turned their attention to the Chistori, that Rawkill introduced as Master Titus, whom they gave a bow of their heads to in greeting
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 23:19:29 GMT -8
Titus listened as Rawkill spoke freely with the two women. There was much wrong with the galaxy, and that which plagued Rawkill was a mere fraction of what danger current lay beyond the borders of the Jedi, and was yet to come. A darkness was rising, and the galaxy could not stand to suffer this Jedi Crusade any longer, after all, had they learned nothing from the Mandalorian Crusades, or even the Revenge of the Sith all those years ago, which had lead to the execution of Order 66. Revenge was not the Jedi way. Jedi were compassionate, yet there was no such compassion showed when Rutil ordered death be rained down from on high upon Korriban, nor even when he ordered the improptu execution of those prisoners on Kashyyyk. As Rawkill ushered him forward, Titus took a seat next to the Ewok Jedi Master, whilst nodding in greeting to the Th'tremsi women
Yes, well, it seems you already know about Kashyyyk, so, there isn't much to tell. The HNN got a hold of the footage from a leak and ran with the story. I do apologise for not getting it to you first. Now, my brothers and sisters can never return to their homeworld, for we have been exiled because of what happened... We're going to travel for a little bit, take some time away from... all of this...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 17:26:46 GMT -8
Of all the things he had expected to hear, Master Titus' reply was not one of them. He had heard tensions were high between the Government and the Saurian Order, and a part of him had feared that this might happen, but to think this information had gotten out as it did. This had some far reaching implications, after all, it had been such fear of force users, that had lead to the rise of darksiders like Desann in the past. He gave a solemn nod to his fellow Jedi Master
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
It was my fault for asking you to do this in the first place... I was a fool to think that this matter could be handled relatively quietly and without some new scandle... If you need anything, I am more than happy to provide any aide that you might require, it is the least I can do...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2016 16:35:22 GMT -8
Although neither women knew much about the Chistori, it wasn't hard to guess from Master Titus' statement that the people had a rather uneasy attitude towards force users, especially since exile was a pretty hefty punishment for the actions of another. There wasn't a whole lot they could do in this situation, but sit back and watch, hoping that the right thing would be done
I know it's not much Master Titus. But you are always welcome on Talus.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 17:30:24 GMT -8
Titus had expected Rawkill to apologise, but it was not the Ewok's fault that Rutil had done what he had done. But he appreciated the Jedi Master's offer of help none-the-less, and that of the Th'tremsi as well. He gave a nod of his head to them all, their offers more than generous all things considered
Thank you for your kindness. I will be sure to keep suchs offers in mind whilst on my travels. But for now, I must be off. May the Force Guide you both.
Master Titus then rose from his seat and headed back to the Hangar Bay of the Jedi Base, before boarding the Saurian Deliverance and taking his leave of Felucia. Whether he would ever return or not one day, remained to be seen
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 1:44:12 GMT -8
Rawkill gave a seated bow to Master Titus as he took his leave of the Archives, and the Jedi Order as a whole. It was then, that Aellemere and Avanoraa also took their leave, the pair of women having been called away to deal with some other business for the Th'tremsi. He suddenly felt a strange feeling through the force, like he would never see them again, but he felt no sadness for their passing, for they would become one with the force, and be with him always. Meanwhile, the work crews continued on, connecting the Felucian Jedi Temple in with the archives network, which was secured by layers of hardware and software security systems, including biometrics, advanced enryption algorithms, firewalls both hard and soft, databases containing the identity of every listed authorised user accessable only to members of the Council of First Knowledge, alert and detection systems, as well as being guarded by a temple full of Jedi. It was then, that Athos and Constance walked through the doors into the Archives, their individual missions over for the time being, as they took seats opposite their Master
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I feel a shift in the force... War is coming.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 12:04:01 GMT -8
Making his way over to one of the private research booths, Z'har began pulling up datalists on the available resources & files available at the library. It was fairly obvious that he was using the first pass to see how extensive the records were & what general subjects they covered. A small datalink was plugged into the computer to allow him to browse the info on his personal datapad. A device would would also be busy recording everything it could. It was a long worn habit of personal survival & a constant thirst for more information.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 15, 2016 19:44:42 GMT -8
The grumpy old jedi did need to go to the archives. Actually to add to them. He had recently come back from visiting a primitive group of people on a far off planet and though he expected them all to be dead in a few years, he was still obligated to update the records. He also felt that his new friend needed a little watching. He stretched his senses to the private booth as he worked on the catalogue entry.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 18:52:46 GMT -8
The young man's studies were extensive. He had a number of automated programs searching the databases for anything that might be interesting, which seemed to cover everything from mythical stories to blueprints. From watching the man or monitoring his page-views from inside the system, it would seem that hundreds of pages would flicker up on his first datapad, a device her had brought with him & pulled into an external access slot of the Archives, only to be replaced a fraction of a second later with a new page. A second datapad seem to hold a queue of pages gathered from the first datapad. These the young man would read though, then delete for the next thing on the list. What couldn't be told without physically dismantling the devices in question was that the first datapad was actually doing two things. The first was what it looked like it was doing, by working its way steadily through the entire archive database & pulling out things its owner would find interesting. The second activity, hidden by the activity of the first, was that it was saving a copy of everything to a fair sized memory core hidden in one of the man's pockets. Over the course of the day the core would be more or less filled, & each night the data would be dumped into a much larger memory core kept in his personal quarters. It helped in many ways that he more or less only left the archives to eat & roughly four hours every night to return to his ship to what the regular patrons of the archives could only imagine was a very short night of sleep.
From an outsiders point of view the second datapad was a way to relax & keep himself sharp during the long hours spend in the archives. A third personal datapad was serving as his main line of research. His field of study was both surprisingly narrow & rather thorough. More or less it was how the Force related to inanimate objects. Everything from the more common Force Artifacts & Holocrons to the much more archaic reaches of the subject. Mostly he read reports, studies & treatises. He also, when possible interacted directly with various holocron gatekeepers. Or as directly as possible, which in this case meant having a three way talk with the gatekeeper & any padawan or knight he could convince to help him out for a while.
It was a somewhat special day. His first datapad stopped loading pages a few days ago. Instead a short text notice popped up that all the pages had been viewed. The last few days had been spend reading through the rest of the backlog of pages stored in his second datapad & continuing his research. With a sort of finality, he closed the last tab. His third datapad had been tucked away for a few hours already, as he had exhausted the avenues of study that where available to him at this temple. It would be about time to find a few shipping jobs & head for the next Temple. Gathering up his things, he checked the time. It was still a good bit before noon, plenty of time to stow his stuff on the ship & see about gathering a few extra things to carry with him. He did already have one job set up, but it was a straight line shot to another Temple. Hopefully, he could pick up a few things that could be dropped off along the way.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 19:33:36 GMT -8
Dranosh strode into the Archives, pausing briefly at the doors to place his hammer down upon a table next to the entrance. The table creaked briefly beneath the weight of the hammer. Whilst Dranosh could wield the hammer single handed, anyone else would need to use both hands. With his weapon safely stowed, the Jedi Master headed further into the archives. He collected a handful of items from the shelves, before asking one of the librarians to collect a certain holocron for him from the vault. He sat down at a table with all the materials, as the librarian returned with the holocron in question. Everything he had collected was material regarding the darksaber. A lightsaber unlike any other created before it and since it. There wasn't a whole lot of material on its direct creation or the materials used, but Dranosh was confident he could fill in the blanks to figure out how it was made and how to replicate it. Perhaps he might even be able to improve upon it and apply it differently
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 9:57:54 GMT -8
Dranosh continued his study, reading through the various tomes and making notes on his own datapad as well as drawing diagrams on pieces of paper. There were a handful of different design options beginning to form, as some authors speculated on how the darksaber was formed. Since none of them were bladesmiths, nor had the chance to deconstruct the saber themselves, they had only theoretical knowledge to offer. But it was all useful to his end goal
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