As wise as Master Yoda and as powerful as Master Windu…

[Corvus Raaf]

As much as she wanted to do a trip around Anchorhead, Corvus headed straight for her home. Perhaps home was a stretch. She’d commissioned its build but that was about it. She’d never actually set foot in it.

It was located at the south-western edge of Tatooine’s Dune Sea, approximately 136 kilometres from the site of the Lars homestead. Or standard coordinates Alpha-1733-Mu-9033. Which she recognised immediately when Connor had shown her the datapad.

As they approached it, it was apparent it was visually similar to a traditional moisture farm, but did not yet contain moisture vaporators to gather water for the ranch she proposed to construct there.

“Home,” she said as she set the ship down. “Welcome to my home.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcZ9kQ1h-ZY

Only hours after leaving Ord Mantell and their unusual baby retrieval service, Connor followed Corvus in his E-wing as they cut through hyperspace and across the stars towards a place almost a second home to them both; Tatooine. After surviving a Krayt Dragon hunt and befriending Tusken Raiders, the duo were returning to coordinates provded by the Hutt who promised them something very "beneficial" at the end of it.

While the chatter was regulated, Cornix chipped in enough to warrant Connor ignoring the protocol droid flying with Corvus and focus on his own flight path behind them. Tatooine was a planet bathed in history and often overlooked due to the harsh climate and less than exciting habitants and locales, but it was a planet that fascinated Connor; more so now he knew Corvus had a place there on the site where famed Jedi Master of the Republic Obi-Wan Kenobi once resided.

A Jedi as famous now as he was then, centuries ago, his legacy had helped form the galaxy around them, and the fact this was a stepping stone into the past was exciting. A legacy that defined the Jedi, and the nature of the Force itself. Someone Connor should try to find inspiration from in this troubling times.

Landing in nothing but sandy desert, the Jundland Wastes in the distance, Connor nodded to himself as Corvus relayed her welcome to him across the com. Killing the engine, he blinked as he pulled back the cockpit and let the twin suns above flood his vision with clear blues, harsh oranges and muted browns. His black armour was pulled open enough to let the dry air in as the heat was already uncomfortable enough. Only a small hut stood in their immediate view, one of the most basic that looked to be one the moisture farmers used, but this was just a hut. It reflected Corvus perfectly; mirroring the simplicity of the Jedi and basic needs - shelter and a place to focus with no frills.

"I can't wait to see the swimming pool," he smiled as he followed her.

Connor didn't have a home he could call his own, but if there ever was a time for that to happen he knew the simplicity and isolation of Tatooine would be perfect. Present company optional.

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus unlocked the door and led them below ground.

The exterior was visually similar to a traditional moisture farm and the domed exterior lead them down a flight of stairs to a circular hallway. Six doors led off the hallway.

From memory, Corvus gave a tour of the building, “The first door is… the master bedroom.“ It contained a double bed, a small en-suite with a shower and a small wardrobe. “Next we have a second bedroom.“ It was identical to the first room except the bed was a single. “This one is to the living area,” as she held open the door a dining table was visible with four chairs, two armchairs and a large mural on one wall depicting Coronet City at night. It was the first sign of furnishing and obviously a link to her place of birth “Next we have the kitchen and a bathroom for guests.”

She then entered the last room. It was the largest of the building and was primarily a workshop, fitted out with apparatus for repairing droids, crafting sabers and is also a storage area for training sabers, remotes, stun blaster etc. This room also contained a communications array and a control panel for the non-existent moisture vaporators.

As they were underground, they were protected from the heat of the twin suns and all walls were painted a magnolia and the floors were limed wood.

“But I’m sure I would have seen a Holocron if it came in with the package.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Connor followed the host down into the ground and the property below. It was near perfect- hell it WAS perfect. With each room and introduction to it, Connor didn’t quip or make a witty remark, he just nodded and smiled gently at the simplicity and practicality of the design and features. It was cozy and felt safe – everything you need without being obvious and grand up on the surface.

Leaning into the living quarters, he stared at the mural and looked at the detail on it. Obviously it was a mural holding a thousand memories of Coronet City for Corvus.

Walking past her as they entered the workshop, he let his eyes move over all the storage containers, assorted tools and junk that were all neatly sorted however disorganised it could have come over. Beyond that, it felt like a control hub that was kitted out as a safe haven for the Jedi to be in touch with her Order without being present. And also to fight a small army.

”I’m not going to lie, I’m impressed. This is nice, really nice. You must give me the name of your estate agent. It just lacks a holocron on the mantelpiece but in all I think you’re sorted.”

He turned to her with an approving nod.

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[Corvus Raaf]

“One day I plan to come here. Raise Eopies and Dewbacks. A simple life. Maybe take on a Padawan every now and then? Like the old days.”

Emotional no, but certainly romantic. Corvus had an idealistic notion of life after the Order. But then she was so single-minded she might just pull it off.

“But where would you keep a holocron? There are some old well shafts out back? We could look there?”

She’d noticed when she bought the land that there were some old shafts that were centuries old, and as the time-frame fitted, it would be worth a look. Rummaging through a box, she pulled out some rope and various bits of climbing gear. “Been spelunking recently? Because there are a dozen to search. And it’s likely it’s been protected from giving off an aura, so we’re going to have to see it, not sense it.”

“And then you can make us supper!”

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[Connor Harrison]

Connor ambled along the worktops as she spoke, and his eyes danced over the various containers and equipment on the floor and surface. Fingers moved over a few tools and cuttings, only out of sheer curiosity at what other life Corvus probably led away from the limelight of the Order she led.

”Spelunking? My dear Corvus I have done it once, and so will be happy to try again.”

Approaching her crom full circle after walking around, he looked at her gear on the worktop, raising an eyebrow at the fact he was cooking supper by default.

”I would have thought many people forget to use their eyes when gifted with the Force – if you can’t feel it, you can’t see it and so you move on. Back when people had to remember that they had 5 working senses instead of 6 is a time long forgotten – that and new technology take over what it means to be living and breathing.”

He scooped up a heavy coil of rope tied in a big figure 8 shape. Looking up, Connor started past her, smiling.

”Let’s go live and breathe like they did in the old days. And supper? I’m the guest aren’t I? That should be your job. I’ll wash-up.”

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus was worried. Not about spelunking, or coming up short in finding the...whatever it was they planned to find. But rather the concept of cooking. In truth she had never cooked anything in her life. She lived on canteen food and ration bars. Unless the kitchen had been stocked by a friendly Jawa with Farseeing and could predict their arrival, all they had to eat was on her ship. Ration bars, ryshcate and blue milk.

But at least they could have it on plates.

Heading out to the wells, she suggested an option. "I know, I know...me with a plan. But I was thinking, these wells are wide and 360-degree vision is not my forte. Why don't we go down back to back? We can each cover one side. We're less likely to miss anything?"

Without waiting for a reply, she tied her rope off, attached a harness and stood by the closest well. "What are you waiting for?"

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[Connor Harrison]

Not sure what was going through her mind as they walked to the wells, Connor fixed his datapad on his wrist plate. It stuck out a little, but could be read with a slight twist of his arm for he expected his hands to be occupied. Following suit, Connor stepped up to the well of choice

”Fine with me. I thought that defines us anyway – always having each other’s back.”

Walking opposite to her, already ready to go down with obvious practice under her belt, Connor focused with a boot on the lip as he worked the rope on the railing of the well and then fastening it to the harness which was a little small on him, but slipped up comfortably.

He tied the rope and clipped it, leaning over the well. Making out something down below, he didn’t know if it was water shimmering or his eyes playing tricks. The rope was taught and he discarded a number of plates from his armour to make him more dexterous for the expedition.

”Don’t rush me – it’s been a while, never…mind...”

Connor turned, looking over his shoulder, and started down over the well.

”Come on then, keep up,” he said, as the rope slipped a little faster and he fell a few inches lower than he wanted.

He shook his head as his fingers flexed on the rope, boots resting flat on the well wall that seemed to be bigger under the surface. As Corvus came closer and he adjusted his position, he felt more secure and safe with her right behind as they started the descent.

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus grew up exploring the caves on Corellia – and in particular the underwater ones. So climbing, and the dark and enclosed spaces were of no consequence to her.

Once Connor was in the well, Corvus pushed against the well-wall in front of her with her feet so their backs were pressed against each other. It would help them both travel at the same speed and stop them banging into each other – this was by far the most stable way to reach the bottom.

Forty minutes later they’d reached it. Half way down, they’d had to use small lamps, attached via a band that fitted around their heads. But the first well was…just a well. And the floor was just rock, so no chance anything was buried there.

Five more were covered without a break and Corvus suggested they try one more before calling it a night and starting up again tomorrow. “Night-time out here attracts all sorts and I’d hate to be down one of these if something unsavoury came along.”

But the seventh was a success. Two-thirds of the way down, there was a loose piece of stone and when Corvus removed it, she saw behind a recess and what appeared to be a journal, wrapped in a protective covering. She pocketed it but they scoured the rest of the well before exiting and returning to her home.

All thought of food was forgotten as they carefully opened the package to reveal a small hide bound book.

Corvus sat at the dining table and opened it. After a quick glance, she read aloud.

“A great leap forward often requires taking two steps back.”

“I know you’ll never read this, Master Qui-Gon: I haven't heard your voice since that day on Polis Massa, when Master Yoda told me I could commune with you through the Force. You'll remember that we decided I should take Anakin's son to his relatives for safekeeping. That mission is now accomplished.”

“And I’m speaking to you in Meditation too, but those thoughts are primarily about the boy. These are about an idea. A plan. Master Yoda gave me the basic understanding of how to construct a Holocron. I don’t expect this to be a quick process but I suspect I’ll have a lot of time to work on its construction. And I know I’ll make mistakes but I believe I have all of the necessary materials and patience to construct the mechanism and then I can share these thoughts, knowledge of what passed with Anakin, maybe even what I learn about surviving as a Force Ghost.”

“I have to admit, it feels so strange, being here, at this place and under these circumstances. Years ago, we removed one child from Tatooine, thinking him to be the galaxy's greatest hope. Now I have returned one – with the same goal in mind.”

“I still can't believe the Jedi Order is gone – and the Republic, corrupted and in the hands of Palpatine. So I feel I have a duty to preserve this information. There is a chance I will not be successful, but I am a Jedi and believe in conquering defeatism but at the same time I am mindful of overconfidence.”

“So this will be my task. From here on out, as long as it takes, I'm minding my own business and staying out of trouble. I can't play Jedi for this world and help save the other worlds at the same time. Isolation is the answer. And I shall fill that void with learning.”

“I can already feel time moving differently – to the rhythm of the desert. Yes, I expect things will be slower. I'll be far from anywhere, and alone, with nothing but my regrets to keep me company. But perhaps hope will spring forth. A new hope.”

She looked up at Connor and slid the book to him. “Wow…” It was all she could manage.

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[Connor Harrison]

The exploration of the wells was one point frustrating to two points exciting for Connor. Corvus was clearly the more experienced, and the equipment wasn’t suited for his size and so wasn’t totally comfortable. But it did the job, as did the two Jedi. Back to back as all good Jedi should be, only this time battling gravity and dust and rock and natural light rather than Sith and pirates.

Time flew by, and they did what they had been sent to do from Ord Mantell – seek a journal hidden under the old property of Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. The negative side to Connor’s mind, or the Sith Magic festering there, made him doubt the authenticity of such an old journal surviving hundreds of years that somehow a Hutt knew the location of.

Maybe it was a trip – maybe it was a relic hidden and preserved by the harsh planet of Tatooine that had links to the Hutt and Kenobi through ties long since forgotten. With each slip of the boot over rock and the pressure to keep their stability back to back, Connor remembered his promise and who he was doing this for.

--

After their day of exploration with a package in hand, Connor laid down the warm rope and equipment on the worktop table as Corvus took her seat in the dining room at the table. Taking a moment alone, he looked around the room and rubbed the back of his neck, wincing at the tension in his muscles from pretty much being tense all day in uncomfortable and quite dangerous surroundings that thankfully had been made purposeful by the discovery of the package.

Wiping his brow and pulling open the strap on his armour plate at the neck to let in air, Connor made his way out to where Corvus was. And so she read the journal that was now laid out on the table, and Connor linked his hands, elbows on the table and rested his chin in his palm as he listened.

Her voice was captivating and every word was passionate and dreamy, telling a story that captivated Connor as much as her when she slid the journal over to him.

Leaning forward, Connor read the words again. The words painted a picture of a time long forgotten; a glimpse into the foundations of a new era in the galaxy that shaped so many destinies for so many people and cultures, and events that had transpired to lead these two beings to a small farm on Tatooine centuries later.

”This is so inspiring.”

He traced his finger over the pages – the writing was neat and very precise, a few annotations had been made. This Jedi had even thought about his own thoughts and what they meant.

”You always forget these people and events were real until you see something like this away from the confusion of the galaxy today, and confusion of everything. Simplicity and isolation has led to great things.”

Connor looked up at Corvus, leaning over a little and tapping his finger on the page.

”Do you think Obi-Wan went through with a holocron or simply stuck with a journal? What if there’s more – a whole lifetime from being on Tatooine documented around this place somewhere.”

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus pulled the book back to her and turned the page.


“It’s clearly a journal of his exploits to create a Holocron. There are some general notes about his attempts to communicate with Master Qui-Gon through Meditation."

"He talks of his move to this site for example, “Owen Lars didn't want me hanging about near his home any more…So I've found another place. You might be alarmed when you hear how far away it is. It certainly unnerves me. You remember the Xelric Draw, where we landed the ship from Naboo years ago? This is due south of that, up against the northern wall of the highlands – the Jundland Wastes.”"

She flicked through some more pages. “More notes on the Lars farm. And about his eopie – Rooh. And talk of Annileen. I suspect he had feelings for her. And he talks about Satine too.”

“Ah…here we go.” She placed the journal flat on the table in front of her and smoothed the pages.

“As dusk fell I could almost say I admired the creation. It was an the intricate matrix of lattices and vertices that were the key to storing nearly infinite amounts of knowledge in a data system small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. It had taken me a month to fashion the crystal into the filaments and fibres of the interlaced network. Then it had taken me weeks of delicate and painstaking adjustments. Master Yoda told me the matrix had to fall within highly exacting specifications, and so I had to invest hundreds of hours making thousands of precise, subatomic alterations through the power of the Force to ensure that each crystalline strand was properly in place. But time, as you know Master, is something I have an abundance of.”

“So I gazed at the tiny crystal cube and knew that one false move at this stage and all my work would be undone.”

“Once the crystal matrix inside the Holocron was ready, I performed a ritual akin to the Crystal Code. To ensure the stability of the matrix after it was infused with the energies of the Light-side.”

“But when I tried to activate the Holocron by channelling my power through it, the matrix imploded, collapsing in on itself and reducing the device to a pile of glimmering dust in a crackling white flash.”

Corvus looked up at Connor. “There are a lot of pages left to go, we shouldn’t give up hope.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Resting his chin again in the cup of his hands, Connor listened intently to Corvus and his thoughts raced with imagery. He had only seen holo-imagery of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi via public appearances and art installations, but he looked wise. Dangerous, precise and wise. A perfect Jedi.

It seemed through his words he was more human than other Jedi Connor had imagined – his talk of personal feelings, personal belongings and the emotion felt that was sadly only allowed to be focused on when everything else around him had been taken away. For a second, taking his eyes from the dining room table, he looked to Corvus – he’d hate for her to suffer the same fate as Obi-Wan faced; being alone with nothing but thoughts and intentions for the future when the past had taken everything you’d hoped for away.

His fingers curled around his jaw and tapped gently in thought, smiling gently at the failure holocron. It sounded like something he could never do, so didn’t dare mock.

”Have you any food or rations here? Let me warm something up.”

He stood from the table and glanced around the kitchenette area.

”It’s quite sad to think all that remains of his legacy could be that book. I mean, so much history and imagery through his words. God knows I could use his guidance right now.”

Connor turned and indicated to the book.

”A little bedtime reading for me.”

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus waved a hand in the direction of the kitchen. There were always emergency rations that could be eaten, food that could be stored for years and would at the very least be edible.

And the home was equipped with apparatus that collected condensation when the hot days became cold evenings and turned it into usable water.

She, however, was focused on the journal. As much as she wanted to rush forward to an entry that talked about the possible holocron, she found his story…him…too fascinating to simply skip over.

Again she read out loud.

“Today was ... interesting. I took a chance and went to the Pika Oasis. Dannar's Claim, the big compound up there. They have just about everything I need – except, maybe, an army to free the Republic.”

“But I didn't stay. That's part of the problem. There are too many people there - but not quite enough, either. The bigger places like Mos Eisley, I can lose myself in. So many travellers come in and out. This place is busy, too, but the oasis also has a lot of regulars, who do nothing but watch the comings and goings all day. My arrival was, I'm ashamed to say, something of a spectacle. And, uh, my departure, too.”

She looked up, a smile playing across her lips. “I’d love to know what he did.” In her eyes, he could – quite literally – do no wrong. She returned to the book.

“I'm here to protect the child. When it comes to the Tuskens, the locals' help might come in handy. I had a brush with the Sand People years earlier, when you and I brought Padme here; they're formidable warriors.”

“I have Anakin’s lightsaber, you know. It's right here, sitting in my hands. Some nights, like this, I just sit and stare at it, wondering what I could have done to help him. I look, and I look. For answers. Then I put it away in the trunk, and try to forget. It's impossible, of course.”

Good night, Qui-Gon.”

“Good night,” she echoed and closed the journal. Looking up at Connor she smiled. “You can read it tonight if you’d like, I’ll go through it again in the morning. Oh…and something smells nice!”

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[Connor Harrison]

It had taken a while for Connor to work out how to get the stove on from the gas below, but he did it, missing part of the narration as he fumbled around. It was only heated up ration cubes and preserved vegetables, nothing worthy of a banquet, but it would just help tide them over. As it simmered together, the stock forming a nice gravy, Connor turned and listened to the remainder of the journal.

”I wonder how he found being alone with the thoughts he had – the Anakin issue, and everything he felt he had failed on.”

Shaking his head, he turned and managed the food with the small bowls provided.

”Admirable to say the least, I know I couldn’t have coped.”

Serving up the food after a few minutes silence, he presented Corvus with a very basic offering which was quite embarrassing, but the best he could do in the circumstances. It was something he’d be used to in the quarters on Voss – simple and does the job.

”No. You read it tonight. That sparkle in your eyes. If a man can do that to you then he’s worth your company – Master Kenobi and I will get acquainted tomorrow.”

Toying with his food a little, he hesitated, glancing up to see if Corvus was going to eat any.

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus tucked into the food. It was far more elaborate than anything she'd have attempted herself. "This is really good," she said, and grabbed a couple of cans of soda for them to drink. "I don't know just how much water we have, so this seems a sensible drink until I find out."

Once the meal was concluded, Corvus checked out the water situation. They had full tanks and so drinking and cleaning water was not an issue. "OK, I'm going to call it a night. Or rather, get refreshed, read and then call it a night." She smiled at Connor. "Make yourself at home and I'll see you in the morning."

Corvus went to her room, showered and then got into bed.

She could hardly keep her eyes open...they'd been travelling for over a full day now, but she persevered to read one more entry.

'Good morning, Qui-Gon.

Quiet here, as always. I know there are seasons on this planet, but I'm still not sure which one I'm in. But it is peaceful.

You know, we trained ourselves to be able to find solace even in the busiest places. Coruscant teemed with souls, and we meditated right at the centre of it. By comparison, you'd think this place would be ideal for meditation.

I can't tell you why it isn't.

You used to say that in cases like this the problem wasn't the place; it was the person. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do about that. It's not as though I'm going to be any less worried about things after I've been here six months. Or six years, or however long it takes for hope to return to the galaxy. It's not like I'm going to suddenly get my friends back. It's not like I'm going to feel any better about what I had to do to poor Anakin. It's not like...'

The words suddenly stopped. Here, safe in the middle of a desert, Corvus allowed her emotions free reign. She felt Master Kenobi's pain. Tears formed in her eyes and she put the book aside. But she knew she couldn't sleep with this the last entry in her mind. So she picked up the journal and read on.

'I don't know what you can see from where you are, Qui-Gon, but I doubt you missed today's trip.

No, once again, I wasn't intending for it to be a big production. You don't have to tell me what our mutual teacher used to say. I don't crave excitement or adventure - or rather, I crave them not, as he would have put it.' Corvus smiled. She wasn't the only one to use Yoda puns.

'I was going to the store for water, on a day when nobody was supposed to be there. That's all. Instead, I got into a riot and a range war. And I forgot all about the water. And my eopie.

But I guess I'd rather see, and do nothing, than not see at all. I'm missing so much of what's going on in other places. I can't live blindfolded. It's not really the Kenobi way.

Then there's Annileen.

I was tempted to call her "the Intrepid Annileen" just now - because she seems to be able to deal with whatever horror this planet can imagine. That's what I need to become: absolutely familiar with all the dangers here. She takes them in her stride. Not because she's fearless, but because she knows she has to go on.

If I'm going to go on - and we both know I must - I'm going to have to find a way to stop tearing myself up over what happened. There's pain, yes, but a lot of it lately is self-inflicted.

Like this. You see what I'm holding here - again. A last remembrance, I've told myself. But I'm locking it away now. And I would be a lot better off if I put it away once and for all, and tried to go on.

Like Annileen has had to do. I can learn something from her, I think.

And yet, when I think about her, I have to consider ... '

Again the words stopped but Corvus mused for an entirely different reason. Here, alone for all those years? She hoped he did find company. He of all people deserved it.

And within minutes she was fast asleep.

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[Connor Harrison]

Her lead was enough, and so he too braved the food. It was rather nice and packing lots of flavour. Those cubes certainly held a lot. They didn’t speak as they ate, which didn’t take too long, and even the drinks were like ambrosia. It was a nice meal, considering he was worried that he had done it wrong.

Connor moved the bowls, and stood as Corvus parted for the night. Partly disappointed, because he loved her company, he lowered his head with a smile as she held the journal.

”Pleasant dreams, Master Raaf.”

Watching her go through the archway to her room, the Silver Jedi sighed and returned to using a ration of water to rinse the bowls out and dry them with the hanging towels. In this humidity, they wouldn’t take long. It was quiet – too quiet now. The faint whir of the water boiler and soft clicking of the temperature gauge was all that could be heard, save the noises from her room; movement, running water, drawers opening and closing.

Leaning on the worktop, Connor drummed his fingers and looked around the empty room, but at the same time was looking at nothing. He walked back to the table and perched on the bench and rested the side of his head in a hand as he followed the intricate patterns engraved on the table of natural design.

Maybe Corvus was related to Obi-Wan in some strange turn of events. They certainly seemed to share a lot of the same attri –

His eyes moved up. Coruvs had opened herself for a second, and Connor felt a wave of empathy form her. Freezing for a few seconds, he slowly went back down to the table and his thoughts.

They shared lots of the same attributes and feelings. Perhaps that was what made the Republic Jedi what they were with their view of the galaxy and themselves? Was it right, wrong? Who knew or was at liberty to say. Rubbing his temples slowly, Connor took gentle breathes as his own time as a Jedi continued to hang in the balance. He had word from Master Sochi Ru to meet her on his return. He had contact from a number of Padawans wanting his help. He had Syala wanting help. Coci. Nima.

It didn’t seem to stop, but it was hard not knowing whether he was coming or going. This place would be somewhere to come to. Quiet and peaceful and on a planet he was growing to admire for being out of the way. Words bounced around in his head.

He stood up, gently tapping the table with his fingers as he walked around and slowly out of the dining room and to the arch leading to Corvus’ room. What was he doing? He didn’t know.

Don’t. Don’t.

With a gentle tap on the frame to her room, Connor went to speak but saw the reading and the day itself had taken its toll on the Grandmaster. Peacefully asleep; book still open on her chest.

”He’d be very proud. I know I am.”

Biting his tongue to avoid disturbing her, Connor walked back along the cool corridor to find the vacant room he could make his own for the night. A basic bunk and a number of her belongings stacked up on the plain wall. Picking apart his armour plates, battered black cortotis and durasteel, he laid it out and removed his boots. The vest and combats would stay on as it sure got chilly under the Tatooine desert from what he remembered. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep resting his head on his arms; feeling as if he was close to everything but distant from everything at the same time.

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[Corvus Raaf]

When she awoke, she was aware the book was lying on her chest. She immediately picked it up and skimmed through the pages until she found what she was looking for.

‘Well Qui-Gon, I have had three more attempts since I last wrote of my efforts to construct a holocron. They were repeats of my first endeavour and it would have been easy to have grown disillusioned as I did not appear to be making any progress.

I knew the process of creating a holocron cannot be rushed, and the adjustments to the matrix must be made with precision and care.

And then I realised my mistake. I was rushing because I believed the the cognitive network degrades quickly. Whereas I realised finally that the cognitive network must be trapped within the crystal before I begin. A form of capstone.

It has taken a few months to create but I have finally achieved it. I have finally been able to channel my appearance and cognitive networks into the device.

And I have tested it. It is a little disconcerting talking to myself, but I am sure that the basic Jedi Abilities can be learned from it, as well as my knowledge of Ataru and of course Soresu, Tae-Jitsu, what you have taught me about the ability to become a spirit after death, Animal Friendship and Force Deflection.’

Smiling now, Corvus threw on her robe and then went to find Connor. “He did it, he did it,” she babbled. “Now all we have to find out where he hid it. There must be clues in the book.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Funny how you can look at something, and then open your eyes again in the same place but over 7 hours have passed in the space what feels like minutes. Her voice came through, shaking his subconscious but it in turn forced his eyes to open and adjust, craning his head at the disorienting shrill in her voice.

”What?”

Rolling onto his side, arm dropping to the ground and letting out a sigh, Connor looked up to see a slightly bed-haired but bright eyed Corvus looking, he hated to say, rather fetching in a state when she wasn’t prim and proper as a Jedi.

”…good. Don’t you ever turn off…?”

Pushing himself up, a yawn and a stretch followed, as Corvus was already gone again after her excited wake-up call about him being Obi-Wan, doing it being something to do with the journal or holocron?

He eyed the scars on his right arm that looked busier than a Coruscant skyline, rubbed his eyes and stood, walking his way through the find her, which wasn’t hard with the noise she was making. He couldn’t help smirk a little at her devotion.

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[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus dashed to the main room and sat at the table. Scouring through more entries she stabbed her finger at one and read aloud.

"Qui-Gon. I sense a change. I don't know how much longer the boy will remain here. I call him a boy, he is a young man now. And I think I forget what my grey hairs mean for me."

"And I am worried what might happen to my holocron. if it fell into the wrong hands. I cannot allow that to happen, so I shall hide it. Then, when I have had the opportunity to train the boy, we can retrieve it and he can use it for the purpose it was intended. For the greater good."

Corvus nodded, "You see, he's hidden it somewhere. All we have to do is find out where."

She scanned the pages some more. "He talks of the Rebel Alliance and Princess Leia. And..." Again she jabbed her finger at a page. "I have it."

"I have finally decided on a place to keep the holocron for safe keeping. It was simple really. I was eating a peach and it reminded me of a time long-past."

Corvus beamed. "We wanted a location and he's given us one. It's so simple."

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[Connor Harrison]

Running his fingers through his hair, walking into the dining room and slouching on the table bench, Connor blinked as he alerted his senses to pay attention to an enthusiastic Corvus. He really was along for the ride here – he classed himself as a silent protector if she ever needed one on their little trips. She had the knowledge, the resources and the skill to survive on her own but he would always aim to be her anchor to reality and a safety net when her limits were pushed.

Right now it’d be nice to get in that net and just sleep a little longer.

”Princess Leia. She was the…sister of Luke, wasn’t she? Nice family lineage.”

He sighed and rubbed his face as the carrot was dangled for him to guess, he knew her game. And as soon as he’d made the wrong answer, she’d be right there with the obvious one. Even now there was a wonderful sense both Jedi always wanted to out-do the other in some way.

”Ok – an obvious hiding place whilst eating a peach. An orchard? I would have said Coruscant but that would be nothing but suicide…it’s not is it? On the Temple site? I don’t know. Voss? Ossus?”

He shrugged and smirked.

”Hoth?”

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