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Post by Dust Star on May 15, 2018 17:52:55 GMT -8
The Chiss provided a lopsided smile from the rather boastful statement, folding his arms back into the large sleeves. "Sounds rather promising then." Dust quipped pleasantly. "For now there's nothing really specific which peaks my interested, unfortunately. Instead, my intent is to get better acquainted with these historic halls for future purposes and past times. If you have any recommendations of which I could commence with, I would be highly gratified." The blue-skinned humanoid offered with a sincere smile.
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 15, 2018 18:00:27 GMT -8
Having finished putting the last book of his stack away the young man turns his grey eys on the Chiss, studying him for a moment head to toe, taking in as many details as he could in just a quick glance. His mind cought up with his observations a few moments later as he noticed the way the other Knight stood and the curved Makashi style saber at his belt and made a few inferences. If you're interested we have the personal journals of a few different fencing masters thought the ages. Though not much of a duelist myself I have read all of them and found them quite fascinating.
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Post by Dust Star on May 16, 2018 2:53:26 GMT -8
"I've likely read them all already, unless they have more information on past blademasters than on Felucia. In which case, I'd be fascinated to see for myself." The Jedi Knight's red gaze seemed to have lightened up, as though the very prospect for learning more things regarding his passion for lightsaber combat appealed to the Chiss immensely.
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 16, 2018 14:17:40 GMT -8
The young man breaks out into a smile as if the Chiss had been giving him a challenge. He began walking toward a different section of the archives, gesturing for his fellow Knight to follow him. In fact there are a pair of journals that you are unlikely to have read before. They date back to around the clone wars Era. They are best studied together as they were friendly rivals of sorts. They were trained in the same Era and worked together before and during the Clone wars but it's absolutely fascinating to see their different viewpoints and philosophies, both about combat and the force. They even managed to both survive Order 66 before being gunned down in a trap on Selonia. There is a mission record of that even as well that I could get for you. As far as I know they were never copied and as such are the only place where their personal thoughts are recorded. He couldn't keep the excitement from coming out in his voice, he was a historian primarily and was especially interested in the interaction of people in different eras. Those two journals had been a favorite study of his and he was very proud to share them with this curious newcomer.
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Post by Dust Star on May 17, 2018 2:13:48 GMT -8
The Knight raised a hairless brow, taking note of the unrestrained enthusiasm this fellow Jedi was radiating, following after him with a bemused grin and folded arms. "You're clearly pleased with this supposed rare reserve of knowledge my friend." Neither teasing or sarcastic, more a casual acknowledgement. "Am I to venture a guess that we are being led to these promising journals you speak of? If so, you may colour me intrigued."
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 17, 2018 9:31:55 GMT -8
The Corellian Knight takes a sharp turn down another line of shelves, heading to the far wall of that row. I am a student of History Knight Star, I am pleased with all knowledge. He smiles at the other man before stopping in front of a wide section of shelves meticulously arranged with an eclectic selection of items, everything from nearly dust paper volumes to full holo-journals. He gestures around dramatically to the section of shelves. This is probably my favorite part of the archives. It is where we keep the personal journals and memoirs of various jedi through the ages. Adjusting his glasses Felix then reaches up to a nearby shelf, carefully pulling down two relatively plain looking leather bound journals, they are definitely aged, but meticulously maintained and in good condition. He extends the volumes to the Chiss Knight. These would be the volumes I was referring too.
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Post by Dust Star on May 18, 2018 1:16:58 GMT -8
As if the smile on his face couldn't grow wider, the Jedi Chiss accepted the offered history journals into his hand and offered a polite gratified bow in return. "I humbly thank you for finding something new to preoccupy my time in here. I could only hope the smell while reading here isn't as repugnant as it is on Felucia. One time I was forced to almost tell a bedtime story to a rancor; the stench was that repulsive to be in the archives."
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 18, 2018 13:53:26 GMT -8
The young man couldn't help but laugh as he walked toward a nearby alcove fitted with a comfortable chair an a small desk, gesturing for his companion to take a seat. There is much less fungus here, and I don't think we've ever had a Rancor in theses halls, although I suppose there is always a first time for everything. Is there anything else I can help you with?
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Post by Dust Star on May 18, 2018 14:04:23 GMT -8
Dust happily indulged his escort, taking a seat close by to his fellow Jedi and setting the aged journals with care onto his lap. "Perhaps after I'm done reading - and believe me, I'm quite the fast reader - you could provide me details of every section and category for future reference." The Chiss proceeded to lean back comfortably, releasing a small content sigh. "Anything's more comfortable sit on than what that transport to Corellia contributed as seats... Ah, yes, in addition." As though Dust had just recalled. "A book of maps over all known and detailed areas of Coronet City and the planet in general, if you would be so kind."
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 18, 2018 14:38:12 GMT -8
Nodding, the young man begins moving away. Sounds like a plan, I will likely be in the archives when you are finished, I'll have the other material waiting for you when you are done. Just come and find me. With a quick bow the young Corellian makes his way back through the archives, off to find a few reference materials about the city and Corellia itself.
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Post by Dust Star on May 18, 2018 14:43:27 GMT -8
The Chiss politely nodded, waiting until his new Jedi friend was beyond physical sight before gazing down fondly at the evident interesting recommended piece of literature, rubbing his hands with outward eagerness and proceeding to indulge expanding his knowledge, leaning back comfortably with the occasional hum of thought and content between a few pages Dust read by. Judging by the width of the journal and lengths of the aged papers, it shouldn't take too long for the content Jedi Knight to commence and finish.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 10:57:20 GMT -8
Rakella Saturnia, the academy's archivist, looks up as Anya Sel, the academy's administrator, enters the archives and makes her way to the central desk where Rakella is seated. Anya, who has found her role more demanding recently due to the fact that two of their headmasters are away on assignment, and another recently joined with the Force when slain while offworld on a mission of her own, nonetheless appears as calm and poised as ever to Rakella as she enters the archives.
Anya, Rakella soon learns, has come to discuss which of the academy's Jedi Knights or Masters would be best suited to assume the teaching of those classes that were suspended while the headmasters that taught them were away. After Anya and Rakella have come up with suggestions for who they believe would be good fits for the classes in question, Anya departs to speak with the candidates they have in mind to learn whether or not they would be willing to assume the teaching duties for the classes.
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Jan 3, 2021 13:57:07 GMT -8
=Miri'ya Ta'ya=
Making her rounds of the stacks and tables of the Corellian Academy's archives, as she had for decades, the Bothan Jedi Master Miri'ya Ta'ya idly smoothed the cream-colored fur on her cheeks, and scanned each area of the library for anything that might be out of place or anyone who might need assistance. A class of younglings had visited earlier in the day, and she and two of the library droids had only just finished re-shelving all of the holobooks they'd pulled down in their eager quest to learn more about the planet Tython. She had to chuckle at their youngful exuberance, but it was also a stark reminder that she wasn't as young as she once was.
Rounding a corner, she saw a young Drall standing in front of one of the library's computer terminals. The young male had almost black fur, and was wearing a grey sash, rather than Jedi robes. It was not unusual for local members of the public to visit the library, although there access was obviously somewhat restricted, compared to a Jedi Knight or a Jedi Master. Fixing her friendliest smile on her face, Miri'ya approached her fellow furred alien.
"Hello, I am Master Ta'ya. May I help you?"
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"Uh, yes--" The Drall had just pushed aside the human-sized stool, and was about to enter a search into the terminal. His head spun around in surprise as she approached, but he quickly recovered himself. "I-I am researching whether the Fist of Kast ever operated on Drall." He smiled sheepishly. "I know, odd question, right? I work for a historical society on Drall. One of our projects is providing reviews on the accuracy of school curriculum." Lying to a Jedi would end his project before he began, so he told her a version of the truth.
=Miri'ya Ta'ya=
The request was an odd one, but the Bothan sensed no dishonesty in the stranger. "You're right, that is oddly specific, and also a somewhat restricted topic." She laughed. "But I don't see the harm in helping you confirm a simple point of fact." She leaned over the terminal, and began to enter some commands.
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Mar 23, 2021 11:27:36 GMT -8
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The fire alarm howled its electronic howl throughout the academy grounds, echoing off the walls of the cavernous halls and shattering the studious silence of the archives with its piercing cry. No doubt, the Jedi had some sort of procedures in place for orderly evacuation in case of such an emergency and probably staged regular drills to make sure everyone knew what to do. Today, was not a drill, however, nor was it an actual fire. Today, students and staff making their way towards the imposing double doors of the facility, would be greeted not by more of their kind, but by the sight of what looked to be the crewmen of a civilian freighter, wearing rebreather masks and armed to the teeth with blasters and bandoliers of grenades. "Flashbang out," called two of the soldiers as metallic spheres soared through the open doors. Set to detonate on impact, the grenades would end their existence in bright flashes of light, accompanied by loud, ear-splitting cracks intended to confuse and blind those present. At a safe distance away from the noise and looking away at the last second, the soldiers stormed inside the archive chambers in perfect formation, blasters already up and spitting the distinctive blue halos of stun blasts at any visible target as soon as it was noticed. The strike team moved with the practiced efficiency of special forces as they swiftly cut a path towards their objectives, covering eachother and clearing hiding spots and potential places from which they could be ambushed. They were obviously commandos of some kind. Highly trained, experienced and disciplined, elite soldiers which excelled at this kind of task. Their leader was more than that. If the lightsaber hilt dangling from his belt didn't give it away, the vortex of currents in the Force, certainly would. His mind extended to grasp these currents, twisting them and subduing them under his iron will, like a slavemaster breaking a captive. He drew upon the Darkside with the ease and swiftness of a master, however his presence in the Force was nothing like the barely contained, raging inferno of the Sith. His grip on the Darkside was cold, calculated, controlled. There was no all-consuming rage, no suffocating hatred. Only the terrifying calm of a predator about to pounce on its unsuspecting next meal. His features concealed by the rebreather, the only thing visible were his eyes. Slitted, cat-like orbs which glowed with an inner light, the orange-gold light of one who had fully embraced the dark path. But there was no murder there, no trace of the gleeful expectation of sadistic violence that was so characteristic of typical Sith. Only a calm, detached, analytical gaze which hinted at a vast intellect behind it. "Proceed with data retrieval," the Sith commanded his soldiers, hand resting on the hilt of his lightsaber as his supernatural senses quested about for threats. The soldiers moved to obey immediately, two of them producing datapads as the others provided cover while they prepared to make their way to the vaults. Cables plugged into data terminals and slicers got to work as the Sith Lord ordered his soldiers into position with a series of hand signals. |
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Mar 28, 2021 15:51:08 GMT -8
=Miri'ya Ta'ya=Making her rounds of the stacks and tables of the Corellian Academy's archives, as she had for decades, the Bothan Jedi Master Miri'ya Ta'ya idly smoothed the cream-colored fur on her cheeks, and scanned each area of the library for anything that might be out of place or anyone who might need assistance. A class of younglings had visited earlier in the day, and she and two of the library droids had only just finished re-shelving all of the holobooks they'd pulled down in their eager quest to learn more about the planet Tython. She had to chuckle at their youngful exuberance, but it was also a stark reminder that she wasn't as young as she once was.Rounding a corner, she saw a young Drall standing in front of one of the library's computer terminals. The young male had almost black fur, and was wearing a grey sash, rather than Jedi robes. It was not unusual for local members of the public to visit the library, although there access was obviously somewhat restricted, compared to a Jedi Knight or a Jedi Master. Fixing her friendliest smile on her face, Miri'ya approached her fellow furred alien."Hello, I am Master Ta'ya. May I help you?" =Drall="Uh, yes--" The Drall had just pushed aside the human-sized stool, and was about to enter a search into the terminal. His head spun around in surprise as she approached, but he quickly recovered himself. "I-I am researching whether the Fist of Kast ever operated on Drall." He smiled sheepishly. "I know, odd question, right? I work for a historical society on Drall. One of our projects is providing reviews on the accuracy of school curriculum." Lying to a Jedi would end his project before he began, so he told her a version of the truth.=Miri'ya Ta'ya=The request was an odd one, but the Bothan sensed no dishonesty in the stranger. "You're right, that is oddly specific, and also a somewhat restricted topic." She laughed. "But I don't see the harm in helping you confirm a simple point of fact." She leaned over the terminal, and began to enter some commands.
Out of sight of the Bothan librarian, the dark-furred Drall rubbed his paws together, pleased with the Jedi's simple and trusting cooperation with his request. "Thank you, Master Jedi. We wish to ensure our children are taught the true history of the Corellian system, and that includes the Jedi and the Sith." He was here for information all right, and he planned to use it to educate the public, but his interests were in anything but a retelling of the truth. An advocacy group was the perfect cover for seeding selective facts and half-truths among the Drall.=Master Taya=
Her fingers flew across the screen of the terminal, moving almost too quickly for a normal sentient's eyes to track. "And... here." She concluded, punctuating the word with a finger point. The terminal displayed several summary articles from local media as well as official Jedi reports from two decades earlier on Darth Malicious, the Fist of Kast base on Drall, and the kidnapping and rescue of Kel'Al Raganella. None of these contained the more sensitive details about how Raganella had been captured, the details of the Dark Lord Malicious's teachings, or the actual identities of the Jedi strike team that had freed the Chief of State and crushed the coup attempt.=Drall Researcher=
The Drall's eyes lit up as he saw the results. Official Jedi documents were exactly what he needed. He could have gotten the other stuff elsewhere. "Excellent, your archives are very thorough." He replied, giving her a plausible reason for the joy that she no doubt sensed through the Force. He turned to look at the Jedi, and was about to ask her how he might obtain copies of the reports, when he noticed that her attention had been stolen by something else. His eyes widened still further. The fire alarm howled its electronic howl throughout the academy grounds, echoing off the walls of the cavernous halls and shattering the studious silence of the archives with its piercing cry. No doubt, the Jedi had some sort of procedures in place for orderly evacuation in case of such an emergency and probably staged regular drills to make sure everyone knew what to do. Today, was not a drill, however, nor was it an actual fire. Today, students and staff making their way towards the imposing double doors of the facility, would be greeted not by more of their kind, but by the sight of what looked to be the crewmen of a civilian freighter, wearing rebreather masks and armed to the teeth with blasters and bandoliers of grenades. "Flashbang out," called two of the soldiers as metallic spheres soared through the open doors. Set to detonate on impact, the grenades would end their existence in bright flashes of light, accompanied by loud, ear-splitting cracks intended to confuse and blind those present. At a safe distance away from the noise and looking away at the last second, the soldiers stormed inside the archive chambers in perfect formation, blasters already up and spitting the distinctive blue halos of stun blasts at any visible target as soon as it was noticed. The strike team moved with the practiced efficiency of special forces as they swiftly cut a path towards their objectives, covering eachother and clearing hiding spots and potential places from which they could be ambushed. They were obviously commandos of some kind. Highly trained, experienced and disciplined, elite soldiers which excelled at this kind of task. Their leader was more than that. If the lightsaber hilt dangling from his belt didn't give it away, the vortex of currents in the Force, certainly would. His mind extended to grasp these currents, twisting them and subduing them under his iron will, like a slavemaster breaking a captive. He drew upon the Darkside with the ease and swiftness of a master, however his presence in the Force was nothing like the barely contained, raging inferno of the Sith. His grip on the Darkside was cold, calculated, controlled. There was no all-consuming rage, no suffocating hatred. Only the terrifying calm of a predator about to pounce on its unsuspecting next meal. His features concealed by the rebreather, the only thing visible were his eyes. Slitted, cat-like orbs which glowed with an inner light, the orange-gold light of one who had fully embraced the dark path. But there was no murder there, no trace of the gleeful expectation of sadistic violence that was so characteristic of typical Sith. Only a calm, detached, analytical gaze which hinted at a vast intellect behind it. "Proceed with data retrieval," the Sith commanded his soldiers, hand resting on the hilt of his lightsaber as his supernatural senses quested about for threats. The soldiers moved to obey immediately, two of them producing datapads as the others provided cover while they prepared to make their way to the vaults. Cables plugged into data terminals and slicers got to work as the Sith Lord ordered his soldiers into position with a series of hand signals. "What is the meaning of all this?" The Bothan demanded. She could sense the dark presence of their commander, but his motives eluded her. |
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Post by Mike Frantz on Mar 30, 2021 9:30:50 GMT -8
As the fire alarms blared the Wookiee archivist began moving toward the fire safe study room almost on instinct, however she had taken only a single step before sniffing something on the air, recognizing a malevolent presence through her connection to the force. Twisting around quickly her brown and grey fur swirled as she pulled in on herself, hiding her own presence in the force, hiding herself as the darkness approached. Hidden behind a solid set of stacks she was blunted from the worst of the flashbangs as the team made their entrance to the archives. Adjusting her spectacles she tracked the group and waiting for her moment.
That moment did not take long in coming, as soon as the team moved toward data collection without clearing the rest archives the Wookiee began moving at the same times as her Bothan counterpart, although her approach was a bit more direct. Releasing her presence from where she held it close she drew deeply on the power of the force as she stepped out from behind her stacks, releasing it almost immediately in an impressive display of telekinetic force launching three of the commandos back in the direction they had come. It would not be enough to kill them but with any luck they'd be neutralized until this situation was resolved. Only once she had revealed herself did she flash her teeth, exposing white Wookie fangs as she growled a challenge toward the group's obvious leader. As she spoke she drew the massive lightsaber hilt from the woven belt she wore across her waist, activating the thick bronze blade to emphasize her point. Opposite where the lightsaber had been what looked like the decapitated head of a protocol droid came to life, it's eyes glowing gold. My mistress would also like to know the answer to Master Ta'ya's question. The droid, C8 by name, was clearly paraphrasing the threat the Wookiee master had given, since Simone herself had not heard the Bothan's challenge to the group in the midst of her own actions.
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 4, 2021 3:14:24 GMT -8
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The Sith Lord's cat-like eyes immediately snapped to the source of the green glow, taking the measure of the Jedi facing him, her stance, the look in her eyes and his trained mind swiftly and efficiently compiled the information into a set of simple characteristics. Bothan. Female. Confidence indicating the rank of Jedi Master. Indignant, but calm. Likely to spring into an explosion of violence at a moment's notice. She was joined by another, a much larger Wookie that moved like a blur, launching a telekinetic attack at several of his soldiers which sent them sprawling across the cavernous room. Likely far more dangerous than the Bothan due to her size and reach, wielding a bronze-colored blade. So, a consular and a sentinel. Dangerous opponents, both, though the Wookie would likely be more inclined to fight. His soldiers reacted with the trained efficiency of special forces, retrieving their dazed comrades and taking up defensive positions behind whatever cover was available. Blaster rifles sprang up from behind desks and rows of shelves, ready to unleash a barrage of stun blasts in return, but froze at a gesture from their commander's taloned hand left hand, raised and curled into a fist. "Continue with data retrieval," he instructed calmly. "I will handle these two."The Sith Lord stepped forward, his mind already grasping for the churning currents of the Force. He seized upon them and yanked hard, drawing them to him, surrounding himself with a cold aura of terror and hopelessness which he projected outward at the two Jedi. His eyes were calm and steady, almost emotionless. "If only you knew the significance of the question you just asked," he spoke in a cold, sarcastic tone. His posture was steady and he walked with an air of casual authority, like it was second nature to him. "Meaning... Such a peculiar word. What is the meaning of anything, really?""What defines the actions of a being, if not purpose? Without purpose, there is nothing and sentient beings would be little more than animals, acting out on instinct and impulse, slaves to the more base aspects of their nature," the Sith Lord addressed the two Jedi like a condescending teacher correcting a pair of students that had failed an exam. "So, I suppose the answer to your question is purpose. The meaning of this, is purpose. One greater than you could ever hope to comprehend, flawed and blinded as you are," he chided them. A taloned hand reached for the ornate hilt of the lightsaber on his belt. He held it in a reversed grip, diagonally across his body as he ignited it, the weapon flaring to life to reveal a midnight-black blade which hissed and spat out sparks like an angry, primordial avatar of judgement. "If only you could see the truth," he said. "Then, you would understand. Alas, such understanding and the critical thinking required for it, is not a skill the Jedi traditions teach. Your purpose, which has been given to you, is the perpetuation of an ancient lie," the Sith Lord lectured them. "I am Darth Tacitus," he introduced himself at last. "I am here because you can not see the truth, blinded as you are by a lie which has been perpetuated for thousands of years. Indignant in your self-righteous hubris and ignorant to the damage you cause," he said as the look in his eyes became colder, more determined, hardened by an iron will. "I serve a higher calling," he announced, the conviction in his voice matching the cold steel in his eyes. "My purpose stands in opposition to yours and so... here we are. Facing eachother as adversaries, in a fundamental conflict between that which is true... and that which is not." |
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Jul 20, 2022 10:16:33 GMT -8
Left to her own devices after Knight Starfield, once they had completed her training on the flight simulator for the day, had directed her to the academy's protocol droid to be assigned quarters and given a tour of the academy that was, due to the droid's excessively chatty nature, more detailed and informative than strictly necessary, Brielle had left her rucksack in the room the protocol droid had shown her to and then made her way to the archives, electing to follow Johun's advice about learning something new each day.
After wandering around the archives idly to familiarize herself with what kinds of things she could learn from the collection of datacards, physical tomes and other media, Brielle chooses a datacard containing the flight manual for the RZ-2-A-wing interceptor, having seen one in the academy hangar and been drawn to it for some reason. Settling herself in front of one of the dataterminals available, Brielle begins making her way through the flight manual, doing her best to keep focused even as it becomes readily apparent that the subject matter is rather, as to be expected from a manual, dry and about as riveting as reading the owner's manual for an airspeeder.
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Sept 26, 2022 18:24:23 GMT -8
Mike FrantzThe visit of the High Lord of Ossus was a rather quiet one. Lucien did not come with grand spectacle, deserving of a nobleman, but nor did he arrive with the welcoming of a Jedi Master. Officially, it was stated that he came to see the Archives of the Corellian Jedi. Unofficially, his visit was more because of... new situations in the Outer Rim, one that required the attention of the Jedi. So, Lord Malvern sought to speak with one of greater influence and respect among the Jedi ranks.
Coming to the Archives, Lucien immediately went over to the section on the history of Ossus. True, plenty of its records have long since vanished, but there were good recollections and renewed editions of the Ossus history that had been cultivated since the time of Luke Skywalker. Grabbing one that dated to the New Republic era, recorded by New Republic Archaeological Corps, which had been formed in light of Ossus' rediscovery. There was another record written by the Lorekeeper, Tionne Solusar, whose husband, Kam, first visited the planet in 10 ABY, alongside Luke Skywalker. Much of the old history was lost unfortunately, but there was the potential to find more as their historians delved deeper into the old ruins and lost strongholds of Ossus.
As he viewed a record, Lucien paused as he sensed someone entering the Archives. With a slight gesture of his hand, he allowed the Force to indicate to the visitor where he was. The one he sought after had likely sensed the High Lord's presence even in orbit. Lucien was doing his best to keep this visit a secret... the stars had many eyes these days, ones that easily hid in the darkness of its void.
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Post by Leontyne Ciresi on Apr 11, 2023 19:49:52 GMT -8
Were it not for a convoluted series of circumstances - a passenger liner lost in the north-western ocean for reasons unknown, leading to a Coreliian Defense Force search and rescue mission that encountered heavy storms and mysterious interference with their sensor systems leading them to temporarily lose track of their position and have no way to easily determine the precise coordinates of a small island featuring what appeared to be ancient ruins of some kind reportedly observed by one of the CDF pilots, leading ultimately to the Jedi being consulted when a CDF Geospatial Engineer with a degree in ancient civilizations raised the possibility, based on the pilot's description, of the ruins being of Rakatan origin - the ruins that Leontyne, a twenty eight year old Socorran Jedi Archaeologist, finds herself tasked with attempting to locate in order to try and determine their origin. Though the possibility of finding any survivors from the passenger liner is remote given the amount of time that has passed since the failed search and rescue mission, a secondary objective of Leontyne's assignment is to determine the fate of the liner's crew and passengers.
Nautical charts of Corellia's north-western ocean, both of the holoprojected and old fashioned parchment variety, along with books and datacards containing pictures or descriptions of Rakatan architecture and other artifacts are scattered around the table Leontyne and her Padawan, a twelve year old, thin, pale skinned Ocsin named Susi Nucio, have been working to determine where best to begin their search. The high, violent winds, apparently common to that stretch of ocean, encountered by the CDF pilots, when coupled with the disturbance of their sensor systems, makes defining their probable location when the ruins were reportedly observed difficult, and the known presence of islands small enough that they are either incompletely mapped out or not marked at all on any known charts or maps, new or old, further complicates the matter.
Leontyne is comparing her latest calculations of the more probable areas to search given the CDF pilot's locations before and after their sensors went haywire to the nautical maps and ocean charts to see if any overlap areas where small islands have been reported or charted when Susi, closing her black pupil-less eyes and rubbing them, yawns and says, "I've found a few images of previously discovered Rakatan structures that have features similar to what the pilot reported, but without anything to actually compare them to, it's inconclusive at best to say that they didn't just see some rocks or, given the weather conditions at the time, something they mistook for ruins, Master."
Looking up from her calculations and rolling her neck from side to side, Leontyne replies, "True enough, smiling as she asks, The possibility of finding and exploring a heretofore undiscovered ruin dating back to the Infinite Empire, of which Corellia, might I remind you, was a member world, doesn't intrigue you?"
Susi, having seen that her Master was captivated by just the possibility she asks about from the very moment their assignment had been presented to them, grins as she says, "Of course, Master. Pointing at Leontyne's calculations, she asks, Any progress?"
Nodding, her excitement obvious in her tone and expression, Leontyne says, "I believe so. Circling a finger over a spot on one of the nautical charts that features a scattered cluster of tiny islands, she explains, If I'm right, the ruins the pilot saw were on one of these islets here. As neither she nor her Padawan are trained pilots, Leontyne says, Now, we just need a pilot skilled enough to get us there in one piece. According to the CDF, storms and sensor disturbances in that area are quite common."
Guessing that her Master already has a pilot in mind given that she has explored more than a few ruins throughout the galaxy, Susi asks, "I suppose you have just one such brave soul in mind, Master?"
Nodding and beginning to clean up their work area, Leontyne affirms her Padawan's supposition, "I do, adding with a crinkle of her nose, We might have a bit of trouble tracking him down, but I have an idea about where we can start," without adding any further explanation.
A few moments later, after returning everything to its proper place in the archives once they have copied what they'll need to a datapad, Leontyne and Susi depart from the archives, bound for Coronet City.
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