A Book and Her Cover

[Anara Valnor]

Location - Unknown​

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Her potential is startling...

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She came to us walking a thin line...


Do you think she takes her training seriously?


Her Master is concerned...A darkness hangs over her...


Deal with her swiftly...


She deserves that much...


How did he managed it?


She will never be as she was!


Poor thing, to come so far and have it all torn from her...

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Where has she gone?​

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What became of her?


No trace...

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Molten orbs stared out across the ever moving ocean, orbs of the richest amber contrasting beautifully with the picturesque scenery. Standing upon a small dune Anara gazed out across the ocean, voices whispering to her softly. For once the thousands of souls trapped within her petite form were not crying out in anguish, but murmuring softly like a lover.

Maraschino locks danced softly against her shoulders, the breeze tinged with salt. Seemingly at ease she moved from her perch, her skirts tickling her thighs as her bare feet sank softly into the warm sun. Humming a tune from her forgotten past she began to meander down the beach, just out of reach of the gently lapping ocean.

Unbeknownst to Anara fragments of her past had recently been discovered, leading curious minds to ponder the striking resemblance she held to a long dead Jedi Knight. Her blissful ignorance of her past was about to be stripped away, one page at a time.

[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

Lights flickered around me as I held a torch in my left hand. I wasn't going to waist a Highpowered glowstick if there was already a form that I could produce light from. The red flames licked the air, leaving heat in their wake. Holding it in front of me as I pushed aside webs from spiders that were loaded with dust and ashes. The rooms here were stuffy. Almost as though the air inside had been held in here for..... years. Way to many years. It was stale and old. I could taste the old spice that was once used to keep places like this from being this way. Apparently the spices didn't work so well.

The stonework was old as well. Clear by the grout that was beginning to wear away. Once this had been a place where great things may have taken place. Now, it was a ruin that stood for old times past. Moving with an aura of silence around me, I turned corners. Looking for a room that would hold anything special or otherwise important. So far, All I had found was a few sets of old Jedi robes, Male and Female in different corresponding rooms, a broken down lightsaber. Sadly no crystal for me to examine. And junk that was not worth anything in this day and age.

I moved on. No hurrying feeling was in my bones. I was on an off time. I even felt good enough to let my hood down. Exposing my dirty blonde hair and my violet eyes to the walls and the hidden creatures of the darkness. I wondered around. Still searching. That was, until I found a locked door. Hard stone. Still smooth. Meaning it was kept in good condition for a reason. Leading me to believe that something of value was locked away. While the idea of looking for treasure was not on my mind, it was more of the idea of expanding on my already apparent abilities of a Shadow and a Ghost of the Silver Jedi Order. if I continued to practice, then I would not lose or dull my ability to perform in the field. Hence why I found this abandoned temple.

Looking over the door. I searched for anything that might simply open it. However. that was not the case. "Of course. Always with the locked heavy doors." Why can't people just be stupid for once and make easily broken doors for me to get into? Was it really that hard to be stupid? Taking a step back, I began to gather the force in my hands. Slowly a ball of purple energy formed. A mix of blue and red, I looked to see that I was still to close. I took more steps back, and bringing my arms down to my right side, I contained the mass of energy very well. And when I started to shake from the force that was being exerted, I knew it was just right. My off hand stepped forward as I sent both arms in the same direction. Almost flinging the energy at the door. A result was a loud boom, and the door crumbling under the use of a Force Burst.

I smirked. "Now that was an easy door to open."

[member="Anara Valnor"],

 

[Anara Valnor]

As the dust settled from the blast it was clear that the room that lay beyond was from a time long forgotten, a time before the plague. Everything within the room was covered in a thick layer of dust that had calcified over time into rock thus preserving what lay beneath perfectly.

The room was what would be expected for a Jedi Knight from eons past, except for several choice decoration decisions. Along one wall at the far end of the room typically used for mediation was a serious of guitars, some acoustic and others not. Strewn about the room were what appeared to be various articles of clothing, none of which were standard or practical for a Jedi.

Many more treasures lay hidden beneath the fossilized remnants of the room, hiding secrets of its former owner for only the most astute to find.

[member="Onix"]

 

[Garza]

Waving my hand in front of me to rid the air of the dust, I looked inside to see a rather strange sight. Guitars that were older than myself were along the walls. Each one a different design. A different color. Yet what surprised me more was clothing that was... old. a good hundred years or more old. I crouched down and with my gloved hands attempted to pick up one of the clothes. Yet the thin tank top fell apart in my hand as I tried. This place was old. However it was a room built for a woman. The clothing style of shorts that were "huggable" and leather was visible all around. I only wondered if the woman had dyed hair that was not the norm for a near-human like female, or was it natural?

I got a vibe of a woman that enjoyed music, and the arts. Someone who paid attention in very close detail to the musical arts. Not to mention the numerous guitars and leather pointed to a genre of Punk, Gothic, and Rock. probably a mix in between them. A rusted studded belt wrapped around one of the neck's of a guitar, I looked at it and gently pulled it away from the guitar. The belt was almost turned to stone. Stiff and brittle, I almost feared that if I put it down the article of clothing would crumble into a hundred pieces.

I looked around. Searching for anything else. Be it a box that may hold valuables, then maybe there could be more information that could identify who this woman was. She was not "normal" per say. Different than other Jedi. However I doubted it, I would like to find out more on who this woman is simply because of her attitude about everything. Maybe through the force she was able to survive this long? Only time would tell.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

As the Shadow moved about the long forgotten room a small light blinked to life upon the bedside table. The light was coming from the eyes of a zakkeg statue and they blinked intermittently. Then without warning a hologram suddenly flickered to life, projected from the zakkeg's eyes.

More than once the hologram flickered in and out, the image of a short young woman unclear. Finally, the ancient device seemed to gather enough power to play the recorded message with few hiccups.

A woman shimmered into existence, dressed in a black off the shoulder dress and black leggings, vivid red hair flowing down to the middle of her back, and bright amber orbs staring straight ahead. She smiled and began to speak, arms folded beneath her chest, however, the audio was missing at first.

The image jumped and skipped, restarting, and suddenly the eerily silent room was filled with a voice that hadn't been heard by its walls in more than 400 years.

"The frell you.......room?!" Her words were harsh, but her smiling expression took their sting away. Laughing, the audio skipping in and out, the young woman ran a hand through her hair, a hand moving to her hip. "Obvi.....not here. Leave..............the beastie," she jerked a thumb over her shoulder to the statue, her grin growing.

"And.....frak out! Anara out...oh and.......the guitars or.....wrath of Valnor......you." She winked playfully and just like that the hologram died away. The eyes of the zakkeg continued to flash for a few moments longer, before going dark.

[member="Onix"]
@Xander Carrick

 

[Garza]

Looking around the room, I kept my hand close to my hip. Last time I was in a Temple, a Sith apprentice decided to attack me, followed by Tuk'uta. ANd that was not a fun thing to get out of. Nonetheless, I turned to see a statue's eyes glowing. A flash, and a hologram came up of a rather pretty woman. Considering she had somewhat of the same fashion as some of the rocker kids did, I guess that they had similar tastes in music then, as they did now. Only now did I notice that I had drawn my saber, the purple blade snapped off as the fragments of sentences came from the woman's lips.

I tried to pay attention, but only caught bits and pieces as I also tried to read her lips to get the holes filled. But before I could finish the hologram shut off and statue died down to not be glowing anymore. I kept the saber in my hand as I looked to the statue. The beast seemed dead, but I could not trust it. Standing there in the middle of the room, I could only make out three words as I ran a hand through my brown hair.

"What the hell?"

[member="Anara Valnor"]