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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 19:55:02 GMT -8
After Rawkill left and Jade closed the link, I remained in the area if for no other reason than to meditate in the a darkened room where the only sources of light that seemed to exist were from Pixar’s sensors and the hologram of Dr. Rose’s ship showing how near it was to the temple. but lights flooded the area when a new man came into the room,
“Sir, i come bearing a report on the retrieval of beskar. I do need to say that the GALSAF troops seemed to amass a good amount of beskar, the amount we collected by my count is still higher by the several Kilos, it is all in my report if you would like to see”
He extended a hand with a data pad charting everything regarding the rescue collection, i held a hand up and politely refused.
“No thank you sir, just send the report to the headmaster’s office, and i would like you to get one more task… i want you to research mandalorian burial rituals… the fallen combatants deserve a modicum of respect, despite who’s banner they fought under.”
The Captain saluted and I finally made my way out of the strategy centre for the Hangar, with Pixar leaving for some other portion of the temple.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 3:26:21 GMT -8
Avanoraa and Aellemere arrived to the Strategy Centre a few minutes later, with Commander Khaaed and his commando's having already secured the room after having gained access thanks to the codes provided to them by Master Rawkill. Like the Archives, it was one of the few places within the Temple that had seen repairs to it finished. Accessing the main terminal, Aellemere brought up several reports which mentioned the withdrawal of forces from the Yavin IV Praxeum that had happened a couple months earlier. When the Republic forces had been recalled, the Jedi left had lacked the resources to ensure the repair works were finished, and with no better alternatives available, the Jedi had abandoned the Temple I'll wager Master Rawkill was not informed of this...
Undoubtedly...We should contact him and the High Exarch to find out how to proceed... Aellemere then accessed the comm systems before placing two calls, one to Master Rawkill, and the other to High Exarch Nahallus, both of which she merged to make a group call
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 0:36:30 GMT -8
The call to Rawkill didn't ring long, before a holo image of the Ewok Jedi Master appeared upon the table in front of Exarch Aellemere, before Rawkill gave a bow in greeting to the women =Jedi Master Rawkill= Exarch Aellemere, General Avanoraa. How might I help you both? How is Yavin IV?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2015 18:35:58 GMT -8
A holo image of High Exarch Nahallus appeared not long after that of Master Rawkill, with the leader of the Th'tremsi giving a nod of greeting to both Aellemere and the Jedi Master Good Fortune to you both. How goes everything?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 19:52:52 GMT -8
Aellemere gave a bow to the Jedi Master and the High Exarch as their holoimages appeared on the desk before it. She wished she was calling with better news for them both, but alas, that was not to be the case today Greetings to you both. Whilst I wish I could say all is well, that is not the case. Upon arriving to Yavin IV, we were greeted with radio silence. Fearing the worst, General Avanoraa was placed in command, and her warriors explored the temple, finding it empty. After examining the computers in the strategy center, it appears that an order to withdraw from Yavin was issued after repair works were unable to be completed. The archives have been left intact, along with the strategy centre, but otherwise, the temple remains mostly in a state of disrepair, and we figured it was best to consult with the both of you, before moving forward, since we weren't sure if we should still leave behind some forces, or what...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 20:23:55 GMT -8
Well, that most certainly was not what he was expecting to hear. He knew the damage had been extensive, but he had been certain the resources of the Jedi would be enough, especially since the aide of the Th'tremsi had already been agreed to before he left Yavin. But alas that was not the case, undoubtedly after Master Tuhlute disappeared, the remaining Jedi must have decided they could not wait. At any rate, Rawkill was not about to just abandon the Temple, since it could have it's uses =Jedi Master Rawkill= That is rather depressing news. As to what to do next, High Exarch, if you would not be opposed, I would like to still have a garrison stationed there, since the Yavin IV temple can still prove a valuable asset...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 18:51:57 GMT -8
Nahallus listened to Aellemere's report, nodding where appropriate, before turning to the image of Rawkill, as the Jedi Master asked if troops could still be left at Yavin. There were certainly no real reason he saw to deny the request, especially since there were a number of reasons they should ensure the place did not fall into enemy hands easily I defer to your judgement in this situation Master Jedi. After all, these are your Temples. Aellemere, Avanoraa, I entrusted you both with this mission, so what ever decision you two and Master Rawkill make, I will fully back.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 19:33:32 GMT -8
Aellemere and Avanoraa bowed at Nahallus' words, feeling quite honored by the High Exarch's words and trust Well, since no one is opposed, then we shall leave the garrison here, along with some supplies so they can get some of the quarters fixed up enough to be useable. Remain Vigilant. Aellemere then closed the call, causing the two holoimages to disappear, before she turned her attention to Avanoraa, now that their orders had been confirmed We better get to work.
Agreed. The two women then headed for the hangar bay, as Avanoraa sent a couple orders up to The Draenor with requests for materials and workers to be sent down
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Post by The Shepherd on Jul 10, 2016 12:21:30 GMT -8
Of all the individual areas of the Jedi Praxeum, the strategy center had taken probably the least amount of damage in the incursion. The walls were falling apart and several of the computers were beyond repair, but the functionality of most of the equipment was still good. Of course, that was limited to the terminals and processors themselves; if any equipment relied on external hardware - such as a satellite dish or a comms tower - it was as good as useless. What hadn't been destroyed by the Mandalorians on the surface of the Praxeum's main tower had fallen into disrepair as the moon tried to reclaim the building. Not that it mattered; the message that the shepherd needed to send was simple, short, and more than easy enough for his flock's jury-rigged setup to send.
There wasn't a full-scale hologram projector available to him. There wasn't even enough to create and transmit the same kind of message that had prompted so many to rally by his side. But on this day there didn't need to be. All the shepherd needed to spread his message today was a comlink and a simple signal booster, of which the Praxeum had an abundance of.
When he spoke, he didn't bother to name himself. The intended recipient would know exactly who beckoned her.
Yavin. Urgent.
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Post by The Shepherd on Sept 28, 2016 14:58:14 GMT -8
Stepping into the Praxeum's strategy center, the working flock immediately snapped to attention as the shepherd strode into the space. With a have of his hand the Zabrak bade them to leave, and the assembled men and women filed out, orderly but expediently. Their leader did not make his way into their domain often. But when he did, he only ever spoke to one. And those that worked there knew better than to try and eavesdrop on the shepherd's private words. He was their leader. He knew what was best for them.
As the last of his soldiers left and the old door slid closed behind him, the shepherd drew back his hood and strode towards the damaged central console. A gloved finger ran over a few of the buttons and found the one it was looking for. As the finger pushed inward, the button slid down; easier and faster than it had the first few times, just after the shepherd had discovered one of Master Man'sell's final additions to his precious jungle fortress. At first, the shepherd had disagreed with the decision, and had he been anything more than a Knight at the time he'd have fought tooth and nail against it. But now, he commanded the Jedi Praxeum. Now he was the master. And as the master, he had to admit that Master Man'sell had a point. After all, the AI that had been installed to automate Praxeum security had proven invaluable in slowing down the inexorable tide of Mandalorian soldiers. And when even the shepherd had been unable to advance his flock, the digital phantom that haunted the base's stone halls had provided direction. But it was critical that his flock remained ignorant of their relationship; their patience and their faith were already showing the faintest signs of doubt, and if it were revealed that their wise leader had been taking advice from a machine then all would be lost just as it was to begin.
That couldn't happen. That could never happen.
But the oracle had to be consulted.
As the circuits fired up and the vocal link was established, the patched-together holographic interface - prone to shorting out and garbling the visual representation - displayed the visual representation of the oracle, which took a form not unlike an atom. It hovered just over the circular display, waiting for the shepherd to speak.
"Formidonis said nothing."
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Post by Oracle on Sept 28, 2016 15:16:04 GMT -8
The man's willpower was more considerable than the oracle had predicted. Such a response had not been statistically likely. Aherk Fyyar - better known to the galaxy as the Dark Jedi named Formidonis - was not especially strong-willed when compared with his contemporaries. But he would yield. It was just a matter of time. Or finding the right leverage. Given either - or, as the shepherd had seen to, both - breaking was inevitable. The oracle's holographic form hovered silently for a few moments, processing the shepherd's words and calculating the next step in its ever-changing algorithm. When the Zabrak moved to demand an answer, however, the oracle had one ready.
"Patience," it said in a light, synthesized voice, "I observed that you made contact with Vidalu Na'an. If your methods prove unable to break Fyyar, her presence will."
Even if the wandering Jedi had dropped everything and made her way to Yavin as soon and as fast as was possible, there would still be a long period of time in which she was in transit. For the shepherd's plan to work, however, Fyyar would need to be broken. And while the oracle was certain that the shepherd could break him were he allowed to utilize his full skill set, it could not allow the Zabrak - with a reputation for brutality even among his enemies - to be unleashed. If taken too far, Vidalu Na'an's allegiance would be lost before words were ever spoken. But if Fyyar continued to resist, there existed a possibility that he talked Vidalu Na'an out of siding with the shepherd. Not that it mattered to the oracle on a personal level; emotions and concerns were beyond its programming.
But as its last syllable hung in the air, the AI accessed its vast databank. It consulted every file it had on Aherk Fyyar. It consulted every file it had on Vidalu Na'an. It cross-referenced each file, seeking connections, key points, words spoken, footage saved, actions taken together. And when those few milliseconds passed, it calculated a high probability that the emotional feedback from their mutual presences would cause a series of cerebral misfires and logical short-circuiting, making both of them more amenable to the shepherd's needs. One more millisecond later, and the oracle was able to reassure its shepherd.
"It is a mathematical certainty."
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Post by The Shepherd on Oct 2, 2016 5:54:10 GMT -8
"I trust it will be."
The shepherd had heard enough. The temple's AI had no concept of justice or conviction. It knew that Formidonis had to die because it advanced a plan, not because the man himself was an abomination or because the shepherd's former apprentice needed to be reminded of her call to serve the light. It knew that their history had been marked with violent events, not the very intimate, very desperate reasons why. The oracle had all the knowledge it could ever want or need. But like a child, it hadn't the faintest idea as to what any of it truly meant. The oracle would never understand the significance of its actions' or the shepherds; only that its actions - boiled down to little zeroes and little ones - might pan out the way it designed.
And they had better. Given its own origins, the shepherd was only slightly more tolerant of the oracle than it was of his prisoner.
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Post by Oracle on Oct 11, 2016 7:17:50 GMT -8
"Your hostility is unfounded, Master Iorek," the oracle replied with a mechanical tone, undercutting the shepherd's threatening one, "all data I have been able to access regarding your prisoner and your apprentice indicate that their meeting will result in both of them being more pliable. The resulting emotions will disrupt their capacity for rational thought, allowing Vidalu Na'an to see this light you speak of more clearly."
The AI waited for the shepherd to respond.
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Post by The Shepherd on Oct 11, 2016 7:38:12 GMT -8
The Zabrak's heart welled with anger upon hearing the oracle's words. Nothing unmanageable; a quick flare-up caused by the AI's ignorance of his wishes, easily kept in check by a Jedi Master.
"I talk of enlightenment, machine, not deception! If Vidalu comes into the light based on a lie, then her support is meaningless! If she doesn't believe in what needs to be done, then she's as pathetic as the rest of them!
"And I will not sully our cause by lying to those that would help enlighten the galaxy."
The stupid holographic sphere didn't get it. If its aim was to "disrupt the capacity for rational thought", its plan was a fool's errand. If it was so smart, why not plan for when the lie came unraveled? If its plan was so ingenious, what was the contingency for his old apprentice not taking the bait in the first place? The shepherd wanted his old apprentice by his side. The Jedi in the galaxy wouldn't listen to him anymore. But she now had Aerandir's ear. And Aerandir was pliable enough if one knew how to work him; even the shepherd, as unyielding and as abrasive as he was, had managed to do it to rally support for the Kashyyyk campaign. By spreading his message on Felucia, Vidalu would help the Jedi see the error of their ways and bask in the light as it was meant to be basked in.
But she had to believe it. Truly. Willingly. It had to be as much a part of her as her lightsaber was a part of her hand. And if she didn't...
It wasn't a pleasant thought, but it was one the shepherd was prepared to act on. All enemies of the light had to be punished, no matter how light their transgressions.
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Post by Oracle on Oct 11, 2016 8:00:38 GMT -8
The program calculated its response. Processing power faster than any organic compiled and analyzed the shepherd's words and cross-referenced them with data previously collected. Security cameras in the room went over the broken-horned Zabrak's face frame by frame, detecting facial muscle patterns consistent with anger, but also matching - with high probability when cross-referenced with words and historical data - expressions found on sentients in moments of distress, providing possible undertones of sadness, depression, or desperation. Rutil Iorek's own speeches on the chains of dogmatic thinking and how they had stopped the Jedi from doing enough to combat the dark side provided additional information with which to establish context. And internal temperature readings showed that the Zabrak's core temperature had risen slightly, indicative of a controlled but powerful emotional response. The shepherd's capacity for rational thought had been disrupted.
The shepherd had barely finished speaking when the oracle had its response.
"Allow me to rephrase," it began.
"Vidalu Na'an has held to Jedi teachings - or, at least attempted to - all her life. They are a core part of her identity. One such tenet of the Jedi Order is restraint. She has been statistically anomalous in this regard in comparison to other Jedi, and I cite her time with the criminal group known as "The Family" and her recklessness in attacking an assassin droid in Beggar's Canyon on Tatooine as demonstrable examples of this recklessness. But in the three years since then, where my records are incomplete, she has presumably spent a significant amount of time in the company of other Jedi. It is further presumable that her adherence to the Order's principles has been strengthened, especially in light of her injuries.
"Recognition and adoption of teaching is done in the cerebral cortex of a sentient being's brain. Items such as morality, ethics, and religious beliefs do eventually become ingrained into the subconscious mind as a paradigm, but they must first be recognized logically. And when challenged, a sentient will present the arguments and the thoughts that converted them. Vidalu Na'an first learned of the Jedi ways from an instructor, even before she became a Padawan under Master Tyrono Parr, and has had almost three standard decades to live by them. If you are seeking to enlighten her, you will need to completely undo her belief in the Jedi Code. That must be done at both the conscious and subconscious level.
"Disrupting the capacity for rational thought is not about lying to your apprentice," the AI concluded, "it is about undoing the foundation that she has built her identity upon. Even with Aherk Fyyar in custody, that will not be easy."
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Post by The Shepherd on Oct 28, 2016 19:40:19 GMT -8
This was quickly losing its fun. It was supposed to be a routine run & now he was being threatened with destruction. Who on earth would shot down a ship that looked like it might blow up on its own, anyway? -Z'har Now listen here, grumpy pants, I already identified myself & my cargo. There is no reason to go around threatening young, virile men with a boat full of Foxy Jedi by waving around your oversized space cannons just because you need to compensate for something. The controller had been about to fire off a snappy retort when he felt a fire in his heart, which aptly compensated for the sudden chill that shot down his spine. He didn't need to turn around; the mixture of awe and fear radiated from their leader, who had arrived in the control center with nary an announcement. He stood there in silence, his fiery jade eyes closed for what might have been the first time, considering his stone-like face. The controller hadn't been aware of the Force for long in his life, but he knew of the atrocities that the Sith had committed in their millennia-long quest for power. The controller also knew that, out of all the Jedi in the galaxy, only his shepherd had the stones to try and fight back against it. Of course, the Jedi Order being what it was, the masters hadn't seen it that way. And while the shepherd was always welcoming new members into his flock, he was waiting for one Jedi in particular. With a quick opening of his jade eyes and a solemn nod, the controller knew that said Jedi had arrived.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Nov 6, 2016 14:19:34 GMT -8
Adelle turned a corner and found herself staring at the entrance to the Strategy Centre. The black tail of a serpent disappeared under the door as it finished squeezing underneath while small clouds of green mist rolled out. The Jedi Knight blinked once and again but no amount of blinking made the green mist—the poison from a previous vision—go away. Cautiously, Adelle put her hand up against the cold durasteel door. Her fingers hummed as the room beyond seemed to thrum like a taut cord that's been struck. But the feeling she got was more telling: an icy rock dropped into her gut and the polar temperature took her breath away. Adelle removed her hand from the door and stared at it, silently willing it to reveal its secret. A keypad next to the door glowed dully in the blood-stained light of the dying sun. Adelle hovered her hand over the numbers, closed her eyes, and focused. Lingering traces of a repeated pattern clung to the plastoid. She hunted the pattern down through the Force, her fingers twitching as she found and moved into the flow. They tapped the keys with a sharp motion as she followed the pattern. She exhaled as she hit the last button, looking at the door to see if she'd triggered the door or the alarm.
Nothing immediate happened. Adelle ground her teeth, tensing in anticipation. Before the fall of Yavin, she could have accessed the Strategy Centre—or at least limited features of it—with a simple Knight level clearance. Master Iorek had to have changed the security, especially if he was letting unsavory characters join whatever operation he was running.
The door hissed open. Adelle breathed a small sigh of relief and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. A black snake head lunged at her, mouth wide. She batted it away—or tried to. Her hand went through the snake's body as if the snake was just made of air. It hissed at her then recoiled inside a darkened screen. Green poison began to roll out of the monitor, spilling onto the controls below and cascading off the desk. Adelle blinked then shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead. When she opened her eyes again, both the snake and the poison were gone. The icy pit she'd felt in her stomach returned. She had a bad feeling about this.
Adelle sat down at the controls and turned on the monitor. Na'an had said Aherk was present on Yavin and badly hurt. If that was the case, Adelle wanted to find him first. Somewhere in Yavin's logs, his name ought to have been recorded. Meanwhile, it wouldn't hurt to probe into why the Strategy Center had caused the two visions.
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Post by Oracle on Nov 7, 2016 15:39:49 GMT -8
As the newcomer began to probe through the computer logs, Yavin IV's resident computer was alerted to the foreign user. The door had been opened not too long ago using the standard passcode, but the queries being entered were new; nobody that belonged at the Jedi Praxeum needed to inquire as to the whereabouts of their star prisoner.
Across the room, a blue hologram flickered to life over what used to be a holographic table reserved for system fleet battles.
"I believe," the oracle began, "that your queries would be most efficiently answered if routed through me.
"How may I assist?"
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Nov 8, 2016 15:25:34 GMT -8
The artificial voice caught her off guard. Adelle swung the chair around to face the projection that hovered over a seemingly blank table. That was definitely new. She kept her face neutral as she addressed the unknown entity.
"I received a tip that a wanted fugitive was being held on planet," Adelle said, a clipped military tone to her words. "Known alias Aherk Formidonis. I have instructions to find and interrogate him."
Something didn't sit well with her about this A.I. construct. For starters, she couldn't ever remember it being here in the Strategy Centre. And she didn't really think Master Man'sell had been the type to entrust total security of the Praxeum to a single artificial construct. Having a single point of failure in a security system didn't seem like one of his usually well-thought out plans. "Unrelated query: when was the date of your installation here? I don't recall the Praxeum having an integrated A.I."
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Post by Oracle on Nov 8, 2016 15:36:52 GMT -8
You were likely preoccupied at the time, Knight Bastiel. I was fully integrated into the Jedi Praxeum's computer systems within hours of the Mandalorian assault.
The two half-spheres of the holographic avatar continued to rotate with nary a blip. A few seconds of silence passed as the Praxeum's artificial intelligence formulated the response to the initial question.
As it so happens, Aherk Formidonis is currently incarcerated in the Praxeum holding cells. At this time, however, visitation is prohibited by order of Master Iorek.
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