Badass Bookworm
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
The thrill of the chase. That was what drew Phylis ever onwards. The Jedi Master cared little for the Byzantine politics of the Jedi Council and the Republic. Where she worked was in the open, helping people, never staying too long in any one place.
And now she was on Naboo, a place recently added to the growing Omega Protectorate. She had permission to be there, to be in the Palace's library and archive. She was on the trail of something, and she wouldn't stop until it was found...or proved to be just another phantom.
"Hmmph, no no no. Timing is all wrong. Three hundred cycles is five-hundred-seventy standard years. Too late," she muttered, making notes on a datapad, quite oblivious to what was going on around her.
The thrill of the chase. That was what drew Phylis ever onwards. The Jedi Master cared little for the Byzantine politics of the Jedi Council and the Republic. Where she worked was in the open, helping people, never staying too long in any one place.
And now she was on Naboo, a place recently added to the growing Omega Protectorate. She had permission to be there, to be in the Palace's library and archive. She was on the trail of something, and she wouldn't stop until it was found...or proved to be just another phantom.
"Hmmph, no no no. Timing is all wrong. Three hundred cycles is five-hundred-seventy standard years. Too late," she muttered, making notes on a datapad, quite oblivious to what was going on around her.