For Generations to Come [Boolon Foundation & Friends]

[Rosa Gunn]

Somewhere In Hyperspace
On Route to the Unknown Regions.

Dear Seroth,

I planned to write you sooner, but things got a little crazy. You'll never guess who I found at Yavin!

A holopic selfie of her and [member="Jaxton Ravos"], grinning from ear to ear fell below, Teth's vast forests in the background.

I couldn't believe it. [member="Ilias Nytrau"] was there too, and [member="Chloe Blake"]. I know [member="Judah Dashiell"] was about somewhere helping us coordinate everything but I never had the chance to see him. We've relocated the kids to our old home, had to negotiate with a large cooperation to secure us passage and protection. I wish you could have been there, love, it was so wonderful to see our family again.

My nightmares have subsided. I don't want to say completely, because if truth be told, I daren't jinx it. Perhaps it's because I've got my sights on something grand. I'm scouring the unknown regions with a handful of friends, old and new. Looking for a new location for sanctuary, the Academy library had some interesting snippets of information about an ancient temple believed to have been destroyed. I can't decipher too much detail, the idea is that the location remains secure.

I've started a foundation, dedicated to providing support and sanctuary to those who need it. Like we wanted to, before things got to large for us to ever have say in the matter. I've named it after Boolon, I think he would have liked that. I can almost hear him burbling away.

I feel like I have a purpose, and a damn good one. It's so wonderful after so long of hiding in the dark. Even She seems to be enjoying herself. Perhaps there is light at the end of this. Perhaps I can find some redemption for myself.

If not, it doesn't matter, because there is still good in what I am doing.

I can't wait to share all of this with you. Stay safe.

All my Love,
Rosa

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tarin System
Unknown Regions

A Connestoga-Class freighter, unofficially nickname The Beast for its sheer size, escorted by a handful of ships reverted into realspace for the last time. A collective sigh of relief seemed to echo throughout the ship. The journey had taken them months, crossing from Teth, they'd had to skirt around the core to avoid attracting the attention of the One Sith, hundreds of jumps. They'd lost a couple along the way and had to go back to find them. The freighter she'd borrowed to haul kids across the galaxy was still in her possession. She'd worry about the payment of the loan to Silk Holdings at a later date, a brief message to [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] about her mission and her location she hoped would be enough to keep the debt collectors off her back for a time.

Having left the Golden Rose and the Younglings on Teth, Rosa found herself almost pressing her face against the glass like a child as Koda's World loomed ahead of them. Its surface mottled green grey. As they drew closer she could see the greeny blue hue of wide rivers cutting across its landscape. She listened to the comms officers report with half and ear as the rest of the group checked in. Friends, volunteers, builders, engineers. When she'd put the call out for support, she could not have predicted the response. It would seem that she was not the only one in the galaxy keen on having a few sanctuaries.

The heavy freighter was loaded with cargo, supplies for the temple, and building materials. a handful of smaller cargo transports rested in the hanger too. Their mission was simple - to find and rebuild the Tempestro Temple, ten square kilometers of grey stone, rumoured to have been impenetrable except to those who had the Eye of Koda. Something that big, ruins or no, couldn't be too hard to find, right?

Whatever doubts she had were drowned out by the hope she held in her heart that this would work. "Alright," Rosa said, turning to the Captain "Let's get the the crew on the ground, set up a base camp and start looking."

"Yes ma'am." came his warm reply before her began calling orders across the bridge, rosa herself left them to it, heading for the hangar bay to snatch herself a place on the first ship down.

[member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Seydon of Arda"]

Spoiler

OOC: This is development/campaign thread in order to start building a second Sanctuary for The Boolon Foundation. If you're interested in joining or supporting this, please don't hesitate to give me a PM to join. Have Fun!

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Dear Miss [member="Rosa Gunn"] ,


Apologies for not meeting you at Yavin IV when it came to the younglings. Sadly, while I may own a large portion of the planet much of the governance is up to the Mandalorians. It makes it difficult since there are many issues we do not see eye to eye on. It is comforting to know the younglings will be safe on another planet without any interference.


I hear you have started an organization. I'd like to contribute but I need to be pointed in the right direction. After all, what good is a donation if it goes to waste?


Hope all is well.


-J.Dashiell

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Silently Jaxton wondered about Seroth. He worried about him a lot, the poor Sith-Poisoned bastard, but he had never gone off the deep end. He was a bit envious, truth be told, of his success. Sith-Poison had reversed the paths of many a strong Jedi, not the least of which was one Ashin Varanin. Not that she existed anymore. She probably had a new name, a new face, and subtly influenced the galaxy like a hidden dejarik player but officially she was no longer around. The unaan was an oddity among the galaxy, an astonishingly powerful Force User that didn't fight wars. Didn't worry about politics. Didn't plot to gain wealth. Simply did his job, and help souls he could along the way. Not to mention love a beautiful wife. Yeah, Jaxton was definitely a little jealous of Seroth at times, but was mostly happy for the man.

"Sir, we're about to lift off and head to the planet. If you need anything from The Beast you should get it now." One of the volunteer deckhands said to Jaxton.

"Thank you, but I've got everything I need." Jaxton replied. "Can you tell Rosa that I'm going to be meditating and trying to find the temple?"

"Not a problem sir." The deckhand replied and went off on his merry way. Jaxton shut the door to his little room and sat down. It would be dangerous to do this without setting up IV's for food and fluids, but Jaxton didn't want Rosa suspecting something strange. So he risked some atrophy, if only for appearances.

1

The concept of numbers came to his mind, starting at the lowest measureable amount.

2

The number increased, as Jaxton pondered the change.

3

The number appeared not just as a concept, but visually

4

Simply put, one more.

5

Another change, as the rest of the world seemed to fade away.

6

What else was there, but a number? Nothing in Jaxton's vision, only his senses, feeling the galaxy around him

7

The world around him was gone, yet it was there. Replaced by it's equal in the Force. Beyond Shadows, a place where everything around him was a manifestation of the Force. While the concepts of length, width, and height had followed him the concept of Time was lost, every moment fleeting, yet forever. Not skilled in the gifts of Psychometry or Farsight Jaxton would help in his own way, traveling the Force itself to fin the trace of the old temple.

After all, what was the physical world if not an aftereffect of the Force?


[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Judah Dashiell"] @I don't know who else is supposed to be here.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Dear Judah,

It's wonderful to hear from you, I understand how difficult it must be to deal with the mandalorians at a time like this. Thankfully Yavin is governed by the Rekali's who are at least a little sympathetic towards our cause. We have Ember to thank for that.

We've landed on a planet in the unknown regions with the intent of setting up another sanctuary like that if the Silent Temple. Anything you support you can provide would be greatly appreciated. Supplies or body's to assist in the building or anything you think may help. I've not had time to set something up in terms of monetary donations just yet. I'll send you the coordinates.

Thank you Judah, and may the force be with you.

Rosa

*~*~*~

The ground was a flurry of activity as transports were unloaded. Temporary structures and thick canvas tents went up in quick succession in order to set up a base of operations and a perimeter set up. It was a strange sensation to be amidst such activity after so long alone in the dark.

Rosa slunk away from it, finding herself, not for the first time, a little overwhelmed by it all. Foliage cracked underfoot as she wondered away from the clearing, the noise of activity muffled by the thick forest. When it was far enough away that she felt alone again she let out a break she hadn't realised she was holding, sinking slowly to her knees, she looked down at her hands.

It's tempting isn't it. Layil would never let her suffer quietly. All that life so close and yet still you fight your cravings.

Her hands trembled slightly and she balled them into fists. Closing her eyes, she worked on steadying her breathing, trying to find an essence of calm to focus on, something to distract her.

Odium, would be so disappointed.

"Unless you would like to be silenced forcefully I suggest you shut up. I will not hurt these people, I will not give in to what he made us. Not now, and not ever. Come hell or high water I will beat this and you will fade into nothing. Little more than a memory, a dream."

She felt Layil retreating, slipping to the back of her mind, ever watchful, seeking moments of weakness to take hold of Rosa again. Rosa stayed where she was, kneeling on the forest floor she did her best to meditate, giving up as the sun reached its highest point in the sky.

Trapping back into camp, her worries slid behind a mask a smile testing lightly on her face. "Where's Master Ravos?" She asked a passing volunteer.

"Meditating, hoping to find the temple I think." Disappointed, Rosa nodded casting her eyes skyward as a flock of birds passed over head. An idea struck her, something she could do to keep busy at least.

Reaching out she caught the mind of on of the flock, ushering him to sleep. And sleep he did tumbling from the sky, Rosa slowed his decent, letting him come to rest gently on the ground. Scooping him up, careful to tuck his wings in nearly she settled herself at the edge of the camp and let herself fall into the memories the bird provided.

[member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Judah Dashiell"][member="Jannik Morlandt"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]

Koda's world, a place of emerald grass, soft earth, and a forest that felt lush and alive, untouched for centuries perhaps. Of course Beyond Shadows was largely untouched as a whole, this world was probably one of billions not seen on the other side.

You come again. He heard the voice of the mute Nautolan that he'd killed so long ago. Jaxton didn't know if it was his spirit trapped here or simply his own imagination that made the apparition come, but in either case Jaxton chose to ignore it.

She is darker than you remember, is she not? The vestige of Odium spoke as Jaxton walked through the lush forests, looking for some sort of clue as to times long past. Her history became checkered, as will yours in time. You may hold the darkness at bay for now, but it is impossible to ignore the corruption of the Pool of Knowledge.

Just ignore him Jax, he's not real. And you have a temple to find.

You think I'm not real? I'd be hurt, but I know the truth, and you do too. Either I'm the spirit of Ket, here to haunt you for your sins, or I'm not. I'm your sins, prompting and prodding you closer and closer to your destiny.

Jaxton let out a deep breath. Beyond Shadows was a reprieve from the galaxy, yet so often he was confronted by spirits of the past, echoes of the Force long gone. Another sigh as he pressed through the jungle.

He'd find the temple yet.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Miss [member="Rosa Gunn"] ,


I can only imagine how more so shocking it has been for you. Clan Rekali has been more than kind. It raises some question about my future in the Madalorian Territories but I won't bore you with pointless business talk. While you may not be set up for monetary donations, I do have several salvage crews I could lend. Don't be fooled, they do more than just tear wrecks to bits. I shall make sure they send supplies along with them. Be sure to put them to work, I will be along to check their progress.


I am excited to see how everything will progress for your organization. We need more out of the places for younglings in general. Its been war-torn for far too long.


-J. Dashiell

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa soared high a over the canopy. Flying in a 'V' formation with the flock brought such joy to the bird, she felt guilty from taking it away from them for this.

She spent what felt like an age skimming over the trees, watching them pass in blurs of green, eyes looking for anything. The temple had stood hundreds of years ago, and what record she could find of it stated it had been destroyed, but Rosa had to believe that there was a chance they could find some of it.

The birds passed over several small pockets of primitive civilisation, the tempestro's themselves no doubt. But she could find nothing else. It was truly wonderful to think that nature could reclaim such an expanse of space is what was so little time in the grand scheme of things.

She pulled herself away from the birds mind and opened her eyes. It rested peacefully in her hands, it's heart drumming away against her fingers. With a gentle nudge she woke it, letting it go without much panic from the bird itself.

They would have to resort to the usual method of tracking down the ruins. Rising to her feet and dusting herself off she wandered back into the centre of camp, pleased to see that the captain of the freighter had come to join them.

"Captain," she smiled in greeting and he offered a bow of his head in return. "Tell me, do you k ow how many of the ships that joined us are fitted with geoscanners?"

He frowned slightly "I'm not sure, what would they be looking for."

Rosa shrugged. She'd never been that technical, even when she had relied on it more. "Grey stone, cut and moulded by something other than nature?"

"Ah, I see." He smiled reassuringly, noticing the concern on her face that maybe she had not explained. "I wil have a word with the ships owners and see o we can't get the down here to talk about what you're looking for."

"Thank you."

She watched him mover away, pulling a datapad from the inside of he coat she noticed another message from [member="Judah Dashiell"]



Dear Judah,

Truth be told, I came to Yavin at Mara's request. I offered her my assistance and she asked I help move them. I've seen far too much of the darker side of this a galaxy to be shocked by something as commonplace as the murder of children.

I can only hope that this foundation can do something more to protect them. I am grateful for the assistance you provide.

I look forward to seeing you, Judah. It has been far too long.



[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

-Later-

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///Body Message:

Better days, right? I miss them. I hope they all know that. Coming in hot from the East, trailing through the Core. Would be risky, right? Not so much. Got some word to share and it's almost good too. Got it from a decent hand in Mando space that the Kashyyyk campaign is it: Republic is folding. Sith have seen the writing on the wall and are following suit too. Doesn't mean we won't see pretender states or warlordism but it's something. Maybe even enough to placate Vizla and his joeboy hype squadrons from gunning any farther. We'll see. Also tidings from old friends. Apparently, the Sanctum is out. Silver Jedi are in. Thurion's gotten word to me that it's no witch hunt but I'm antsy anyway. Something stinks. I don't know what. Been thinking of harrowing through the old tomb worlds the 'Silvers' have under their thumb, just to see.

Either way, I'm coming. We have to catch up and got one or two things to mull over. Jorus used to say it best: 'Awfully crowded in my sky.' Stay safe, love.

-Seroth

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A basic logistics 'train' ran supplies out to Koda's World now, delivering standard amenities including foodstuffs, camp toiletries, medical kits for OFA attendants beleaguered by complaints of bites, rashes, inflammations, stomach and digestive maladies, and sprains, besides parts crates labelled for surveying gear and heavier earth-movers. The heavy-grade shuttle/hauler Rough Stop ran the line, juggling inventory between keeping its own flight crew fed and occupied through weeks worth of numbing lightspeed. Two utility closets had been briefly converted over into passenger cabins, for an archeological specialist on specific loan from Obroa Skai. ...And an unwashed 'hound' with spare decicreds for credit change, that somehow connived his way on board.

Te01 was base camp. The Boolon Foundation's modest effort at clearing and refurbishing sections of once titanically scaled and bare mausoleums. It was arranged with rough symmetry and took up half a kilometre in scoured vegetation. Crew tents sprawled out the west end opposite administrative tents wedged beside a motor pool and varied maintenance garages, capillary animal run trails looping round like wire spool, the wider, rutted inland roads paved by track-motors needed for necessary debris hauling snaking towards mossy archways and the spine of a shattered temple complex.

The Rough Stop lived up to its name. All aboard braced at the captain's sounding. It settled on ageing hydraulics and too well worn inertial dampeners, weight shifting forward against the bridge module, a pitched keen of cargo skidding in against the aft hold. Finally, keying off alarm klaxons, it settled. Debarkation ramps extended or jawed open. A greeting party waited on the archeologist with briefing datapads and select print flimsy's detailing efforts in the last month. She swept past crewers, round the drifter readying pieces of odd apparel, to her colleagues and a warm, buzzing Koda summer eve. The white-haired man with cat eyes and a striped jacket stepped onto cooked earth, elongated duffel bag over one shoulder, walking with tell-tale warrior ease.

Seydon paused and sniffed. ...Scores of overlapping smells, camp scents. Food, bodily odours, tinges of lunar concrete, epoxies and industrial resins, stale air blowing from processor fans connected to portable consoles on loan from Salacia Inc. Was that Judah's outfit still? Had their brand changed? Ask her, he thought. She'll know. She kept in contact while he drifted out of relevance, onto the Path of Embers. He shouldered his slung swords and bagged, cobbled-together harnessing. All he had to his name. A bad tract of luck caught up with him on Contruum and he would have to fight to regain fortune. Later though, he felt. This was the now.

And there. He caught her: a mixture of soft peach fragrances hinted with a kind of soda sprite, beside a coconut oil taken from Arda that she used as lotion. Seydon followed 'her' through the encampment onto a length of broad, muddy road tracing under a leafy ceiling and bough overhangs. Into a scarred section of old, old walling leading into courtyards and once vaulted spaces, broken open by debris. Bodies in work khaki's and high-visibility jackets moved in and out. Seydon stopped one: an overseer leaving on break.

“What?” He groused.

“Ms. Gunn?” Seydon asked.

“In there. Somewhere. You'll hear her soon enough.”

“Rose?” The Dunaan called in after her, over a small crowd of surveyors.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The weeks had passed in blur for Rosa. The surveyors had gone about mapping most of the jungles around them, looking for signs of the old temple. Four times they had up and lifted their base camp, with Rosa covering any sign of their existence, encouraging the jungle to cover their tracks. This ruin felt no different to the last ones, save its size. She could almost picture it its in grandeur but there was nothing here as yet to lead them to believe that it was the temple.

She stood the middle of the crowd of surveyors, a hologram projector resting in her hand. Every evening, she was coming here in the quiet moments and recovering what memories she could from the stones that lay here and with them creating an image of what should be. She sucked in a deep breath and activated the projector in her her. It expanded, a blue wave passing over everyone in the courtyard, blinking for a moment before the image settled, filling in the gaps of the ruins.

"Alright," she began with a small smile as a familiar presence was drawing closer. "From what we've seen so far this is much like the last place, a stop off of sorts. A lot of people have passed through her and when they leave, the are either heading south west, back the way we've come or north east. My theory is that these...constructs...as milestones for a pilgrimage. Now that could mean we're either getting closer or we're getting further away. Personally, I would prefer the former. Dex, Tann, I want you two to airborne."

"One North-East, the other South-West?" Tann replied, though the Chiss knew the answer.

Rosa inclined her head and continued. "See if you can't find a couple of other pilots to help you. The rest of you, scour the place for anything besides stone. Pieces of pottery, jewellery, anything that may have been left behind by those who passed through. Even if you think its simply junk, it could have a memory attached to it that may be of use. Any questions?"

She heard her name called over the heads of those around her. A few turned to regard the dunaan in all his glory as a wide smile spread across Rosa's face. "Good." she said drawing their eyes back to her. "To work then." With a murmur of excitement the group dispersed and Rosa switched off the holoprojector that had covered them in a blue hue.

Three quick steps and she'd closed the gap between her and [member="Seydon of Arda"], throwing her arms about his neck and holding hr husband tight. She drew back, studying his face for a heartbeat before kissing him.

"Hello stranger." she murmured.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

They waited for general privacy, at Seydon's signal stepping in behind a row of collapsed pillar supports tracing neatly with a broken ceiling draped in verdant creepers and small hummingbird nests. Both chuckled, softly. There was a memory years old shared between them of the first kiss. Standing in an empty corridor running the circumference of one ageing fuel station, shivering from either excitement or cold because of fraying insulation and an improperly installed view port, her backside dampening the glasteel, his hands stroking up her belly. Seydon tipped up her chin with a thumb and kissed her until neither had a reason to call the other 'stranger'.

“You look so good,” He said. Ardan days had left its colour in her cheeks. Surviving Layil left her flaxen. Weeks were spent reminding Rosa of ordinary joys until the depressive episodes and guilt finally cracked, crying as he held her cheeks and laughing, running out to the sun for lessons on spear fishing and how to make salad out of crab meat and certain corals. Seydon kissed her again for added measure, rubbing brow and nose. “...I don't know how to make conversation. I don't think I've stood still for so long. I was about to come find you when your note found me instead. Where is everyone else? How goes ruin rummaging...?”

[member="Rosa Gunn"]