cute librarian
"Knowledge forbidden?
Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord
Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know?
Can it be death?"
- Paradise Lost
The Tomes, Temple ArchivesNew Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Galactic Federation of Free Alliances
Generations beyond counting of Jedi librarians and archivists would have looked upon the disorganized chaos that filled the still freshly reconstructed repository in horror and shame. The local scrivs and researchers had still been in the process of sorting through the already impressive records recovered in the aftermath of the planet's liberation from the One Sith, a project they had expected to take years to complete.
Now with the sudden and horrific loss of the main New Jedi Order sanctum on Sullust, the Coruscant temple's facilities were filled too with everything that could be saved in the evacuation. The librarians now had enough work ahead of them to last nearly a lifetime. And yet despite the tragic circumstances that had led these collected works to the heart of the galaxy, Knight Oros could not help but find some small pleasure in that thought.
Holocrons, data books, cubes, chips, sticks, and tapes. Memory banks and crystals, optical disks, microfilm, holodiscs, even Twi'lek story-chains. And then there were the physical tomes themselves, ancient and rarefied, but still numbering beyond most places in the known galaxy. Each one carefully preserved and encased for transport, just waiting to be filed and sorted.
The collection of Jedi wisdom was stacked high enough that in many places it obscured the view of the almost cathedral like architecture of the massive chamber, in effect creating a maze to be navigated. At the maze's center, the Celegian Jedi Knight's crystalline life support chamber sat with its repulsorlifts powered down. Suspended within the chamber's life sustaining cyanogen atmosphere, the sentient invertebrate appeared dormant but his mind was quite active, as he directed his fellow archivists in their work telepathically.
Coruscant was Alliance space, but in many ways as the beating economic heart of the galaxy it was also a sort of neutral ground, with many Jedi from foreign orders visiting the temple grounds every day. So the arrival of those such as [member="Amilthi Camlenn"] at the edge of his sense of perception was not unusual. Despite the many monks who worked and studied within the Tomes, there was an unusually permeating quiet that could only be found in libraries, as Oros' telepathic instructions only resonated within the minds of those for which they were intended.