Public In Search of Morning

[Chaaj Priest]

A holocron within my hands. One that glowed ever so lightly as I let it roll from hand to hand. Its shape in a box-like frame, but was rather heavy considering the size. It was strange. For the past few months, I had been attempting to figure out why this holocron, typically filled to the brim with the force, was just the opposite. It acted as though the force flowed entirely around it. Hiding it. Preventing me from seeing what it actually was. Time and time again, aboard my ship, I would place it down in one room, get up to go to the cockpit, or into my room, and I would find it near me once more. It followed me. However, when I would go back to the room I had left it in, it was there as well.

This singular holocron, was playing, toying with me. It wanted to be near me, but yet wouldn't allow me to discover its secrets. I had attempted to influence it through the force. To open it so that I might understand its construction. Yet it was lost to me. I could so easily get frustrated at this piece of machinery. It taunted me.

So, I sat here. In the void of space, upon the floor of my quarters on The Big Puffer, and just allowed the holocron to sit there. No matter how much I attempted to influence it, nothing would happen. Its when I could hear a voice in my head, that of my father from years ago that I decided to take a minute.

"Emotions can empower you, but letting them consume you will weaken you."
"Yes, yes I know father."

The voice left me alone once more. Instead of fighting this, I opted to do as my father had instructed me many times before. Meditation, resting the mind, spirit and body would allow for one to unlock the "Gates" that could prevent one from accessing the force. A shallow breath made way for a deep and stress-reliving sigh. As soon as I let my mind fade into the current of the force, The sigh lengthened and echoed around me. It took nothing for me to reach this state. Years of study under my father before my awareness of my gift of Ao'Sydana, I had learned to control and temper my emotions even as a child. Instead of timeout, I would be taken to a room with my father, where we would meditate. Clearing the mind of any thoughts. Cleasing the Soul of any emotion, and easing the body into a state of relaxation.

My sigh drew on for all of time. Flowing through the current of the force. Water swept around me, and through me. I was apart of the current, just as much as it was apart of the force. All three aspects of me, slowly melted away. Liquifying and drifting into the stream to become one. Slowly, I could hear a voice reaching me. One I had never heard before. It too, drifted within the current. It ebbed and flowed with a serenity unlike anything I had felt before. Soft to the touch, easeing along my skin. Ripples began to no longer come from me. It was only thing, I could truly hear this voice.

"Follow the Star till Morning. Let it's light reveal where the current flows."

The same words repeating over and over again. Follow the Star till Morning? Even as it faded due to my fixation upon those words, I opened my eyes. Looking to the floor as I reached for the Holocron, yet found, it was no longer there.

My head swiveled around. Searching for this seemingly sentient object. Even as I threw myself into the force again, searching for that void, it was no longer there. I couldn't... I can't find it. I felt defeated. Just remembering the words spoken to me through the stream.

Deciding I have had enough, I took that phrase and began to look through any database I could. Searching for something Anything. Most of what it was showed up just names of Ships. Brental Star, Star Mornin- WAIT! Star Morning.

Follow the Star till morning...

Researching further into what this ship was, it was uniquely made, and was never recovered. Stories of an all female group of Force users used this ship to escape persecution of others who sought to end them. It's then, I got a planet name.

Lucazec.

A smile crept to my face. Knowing exactly where I was headed next.

 

[Ravenous]

Like the pillar of obscurity he was, Ravenous stood stoically in the center of The Abysmal's bridge his hands clasped behind his back as his golden eyes stared into the blue swirling gasses before him. "How long until we reach the target?" An officer jumped from his command post. "Approximately one minute until we reach the target." "Good. Prepare the tractor beam...it won't escape me this time..." Reaching into his cloak, Ravenous felt around for a small triangular object its obsidian construct and crimson glowing humming with the energy traveling inside. The small object felt heavy in his hand as it shook ever so slightly at his touch.

The crimson light inside the Holocron moved around the bridge as it desperately tried to move away from Ravenous and the vicious hunger lying dormant within him. There was hate in his eyes and a knot in his stomach as a red and black hue began to circle around him encasing him in a shield at which the Force flowed into him without ever coming back out. Ravenous had achieved something horrible, a sin so heinous, so unprecedented that it cannot even be punished sufficiently.

Ravenous has gained the ability to absorb knowledge.

Not like those fools in the Sith who needlessly consume others without ceasing, but rather in the way light distorts around a black hole, the force suffers around Ravenous and his insatiable hunger. Like water the Force has memory and that memory can be read and that memory can be eaten. There has been unrest ever since Ravenous acquired The Abyss Key. Things go missing with no explanation, voices in his head haunt his dreams and taunt his thoughts. Emotional disposition has been at an all-time high and perhaps the strangest thing is the magnetic effect The Abyss Key has around other Holocrons.

It sticks to them taking in their knowledge only to be proved unsatisfied resulting in a sudden dump of information. There's obscurity in the Holocron's vision and it seems unclear as to what it wants and how it will acquire it. It seeks greater knowledge that much is clear but at the same time, this new understanding seems so close and real, yet intangible all the same. He can feel its power, its energy but even then it's clouded and dim like a campfire clinging to its final timber.

Maybe it isn't real. Maybe the thing he wants isn't real and his pursuits are futile, who knows things have never come to insanity, at least not that far into insanity. Work bears fruit and Ravenous will reap the harvest. Even if it kills him.

Chaaj Priest

 

[Brooke Waters]

It felt good to get off the world. Brooke loved Kattada, she loved the weather and the sun and the sea. She was part of the relocated Blue Coral Divers Clan, and that was great, but she had so many issues, it was hard being in charge. She was not even out of her twenties yet. But well, she was a Jed and a witch. She was doing what was asked of her. Protecting the other ones, providing a safe place for the refugees. And hunting down the lore of the Force. Master Starchaser had a new fix, and well, Brooke wasn’t really tasked with too much, and like before would help out her friend and mentor.

She had been working hard to the grind stone of the Allyan Magic, ensuring that what was brought to Kattada, through the refugees and other sources, such as the relics. But lately she had been taking the time to find herself among stones and corals she found on the planet Kattada, attempting to replicate similar experiences from what was delivered about the Golden Sun. But what she was able to get? She was getting a message, almost like a letter in a bottle.

The blonde smiled as she took the Starlit Sea to the hyper jump, using the coordinates she saw in her dream space. “Here goes nothing…”