At the base of the steps that led up to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, stood the Jedi Knight Amon-Olu. He was a former wanderer, turned New Jedi Order in the wake of his Master passing, and heading to a recently reclaimed Core by the Alliance had made the most sense to him. Where there was already evil in the outer rims of the Galaxy, the Silver Jedi already occupied. From time to time he would do his part out there, but what most tended to forget was to look within. In this case? Right underneath their nose at Coruscant.
In the skies above, speeds raced through the sky, but none above the Jedi Temple. It was empty, a clear space to peer right up into the sky. And then his gaze snapped down to the commlink that he produced from a pocket, and checked to ensure that the message he had sent had been delivered. The first reliable person that he could think of. The list was short -- he didn't know that many people in the New Jedi Order to begin with. But today was his first day in amending that mistake.
Once he had checked to ensure the message had been sent, he reread it to double check another thing. Confident in his skills in combat, he was uncertain when it came time to ask for help. It didn't seem... Natural. Aiding those who asked it of him? An easy, natural thing to do. But to be the one asking? It left an odd... Unsettling feeling in his gut. It was hard to do. Still, he reread the message again, making sure he didn't sound weak.
:: Master Zadira, I've an assignment that I believe your expertise and experience can help me with. Meet me at the front of the Coruscant Temple. ::
Amon didn't know much about the Twi'lek Jedi Master, other than that she was an excellent duelist. He supposed the same could be said for him in what she knew about him. Sparring partners. That had been it.
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