Faction [NJO] We Don't Stock Death Star Plans—Anymore

[Azurine Varek]

We Don't Stock Death Star Plans—Anymore

Location: Library of Arkania

The Arkania Library stood as a testament to the galaxy's boundless pursuit of knowledge, its towering spires reaching like frozen lightning into the swirling gray skies. The crystalline facade shimmered faintly against the biting Arkanian wind, refracting the pale light into soft rainbows that danced across the snow-dusted courtyard. Within, the air was warm and still, a quiet sanctuary of polished stone and glimmering crystal that felt suspended outside of time itself.

The atrium stretched endlessly upward, its ceiling an intricately etched dome of transparisteel, revealing the faint constellations of Arkania’s frigid night. Shelves carved from luminous white stone spiraled along the walls, laden with ancient tomes, shimmering datapads, and holocrons glowing softly in their resting places. Elegant chandeliers crafted from native Arkanian diamonds hovered above, their gentle light casting a silvery glow on the patterned floors of alabaster and onyx.

Jedi scholars and historians from across the galaxy had assembled here, summoned not merely by the call of curiosity but by the promise of collaboration. Small groups clustered around floating holo displays, their pale blue light flickering across the faces of Jedi deep in discussion. Others gathered near long, low tables, unrolling fragile star maps or poring over texts in a hundred languages. Soft Arkanian melodies played from unseen sources, their lilting notes weaving an atmosphere of calm focus.

Objective One:

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The Arkania Library's reading and research halls were a haven for Jedi and scholars alike, designed to foster deep thought and quiet study. The main reading chamber was a vast, circular expanse lined with towering shelves of luminous stone, each shelf imbued with soft, ambient light to illuminate its texts. Within could be found any manner of books and holobooks from fiction to nonfiction, scientific to historical. Study alcoves surrounded the central area, offering secluded spaces equipped with interactive datapads, holoprojectors, and intricate star charts. The centerpiece of the chamber was a levitating holotable, displaying a rotating map of the galaxy, constantly updated with new discoveries. The gentle hum of data terminals and the rustle of ancient scrolls filled the air, blending seamlessly with the serenity of the space.

Read, research, enjoy the act of collecting knowledge!


Objective Two:

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In the Younglings’ Storytime Circle, the atmosphere was lively and inviting, set in a cozy alcove framed by arching crystal shelves that seemed to embrace the space. A large, circular rug woven with the constellations of the galaxy lay at the center, where eager younglings gathered, their faces alight with wonder. A Jedi Knight, often animated and engaging, stood or sat among them, recounting tales of heroism and adventure from the Order’s long history. As the stories unfolded, holographic illustrations danced in the air, depicting starships in daring battles, ancient Jedi temples, or the wise faces of Masters long past. The younglings’ giggles, gasps, and endless questions filled the alcove, their enthusiasm transforming the solemn library into a space of shared imagination and discovery.

Share stories and read to eager younglings, or listen to the tales being shared!


Objective Three:

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The Holocron Creation Chamber was a solemn yet collaborative space where Jedi Masters and advanced learners gathered to preserve or decipher the wisdom of the Force. Situated in a secluded wing of the library, the chamber featured a circular array of workstations, each equipped with precision tools and a floating assembly sphere for crafting holocrons. Discussions here were deep and deliberate, often centered around the ethical considerations of what knowledge to preserve and how it should be used. Jedi spoke with hushed intensity, debating the significance of recorded events or translating ancient teachings from long-forgotten dialects. The creation process was treated as an act of reverence, each holocron a testament to the Jedi's enduring commitment to the Light and the legacy of the Order.

Create a holocron of your own or enjoy discussion surrounding the mechanics, importance, or subject matter involved!


BRING YOUR OWN

Have something you would like to do? Bring your own objective and enjoy the atmosphere of the library! ​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

In the hushed sanctity of the Library of Arkania, where the icy glow of crystal chandeliers refracted against towering shelves of ancient texts, Jedi Knight Aadihr meticulously prepared the workstation. The Miraluka’s eyeless face turned to the intricate apparatus before him—a carefully aligned lattice of electrum and kyber, its faint hum harmonizing with the natural resonance of the Force.

Though he lacked physical sight, Aadihr perceived the world more vividly than most; the Force painted his surroundings with a radiant clarity. It was this gift he sought to share. His people, the Miraluka, were born to the Force-sight, yet others could cultivate it with patience and discipline. Aadihr sought to create a Holocron that could become a beacon, illuminating the hidden dimensions of the Force for all who sought its wisdom.

Aadihr settled into a meditative posture, his white robes pooling around him, he reached for the Force with a steady reverence. It answered as it always did—warm, vast, and infinitely intricate. The lattice before him shimmered as the kyber crystal at its core began to resonate, aligning to his intent.

Aadihr murmured to himself as he worked, uttering his thoughts under his breath to keep them from distracting his mind. It carried the cadence of a mantra, though stream of consciousness. His hands moved fluidly, weaving invisible threads of the Force into the Holocron’s matrix.

Images began to form within the crystal’s depths, faint at first but growing sharper—a galaxy seen not with the eyes but with the soul. Aadihr fed his own perspective, offering glimpses of the way the Force revealed itself in multicolored waves, radiant auras of light and shadow, the translucent forms of inorganic materials illuminated by the reflection of the Force. He guided the Holocron to hold not only these visions but also the techniques to unlock them: meditations to attune the mind, exercises to sense the Force’s presence, and lessons on surrendering sight to perceive truth. The very same lessons Aadihr studied to expand and cast his Sight away from his physical form, albeit more focused, centered to oneself, a starting point for those who could not reliably see within the Force.

This would be the most delicate process Aadihr had ever performed. If he was successful, this would be the greatest gift he could offer to the Order. An apology for his absence, proof that his exodus of discovery and solitude was not in vain.

OPEN​

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective 1:

Shan sat amongst the library, his table covered in various maps and different notes as the Mirialan tapped his chin in thought. He was doing his best to mulit-task in various different directions as his eyes darted amongst the various texts. He was still studying to become a doctor but his studies had also made him realise how valuable medical supplies could be, in situations where Force Users were few. So he was trying to plot routes to planets that could potentially be affected by the various wars that the Galactic Alliance was engaged in. Of course, this was all theoretical based right now so there wasn't any concrete plan. Once he had came up with a concrete plan, it would probably be something he tried to take up to the Council...but then there would be more logistics that he would have to worry about.

With a frustrated sigh, the Mirialan rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He was meant to be trying to take a break but that was easier said than done. There was always that push in the back of his mind. Pushing him to try and save as many people as he could. To try and teach other people how to save others. It was a noble task but at the same time Shan couldn't take his mind off it. That was his biggest issue. Distracting himself from his goals. Meditation wasn't an easy solution for him either. It was getting harder for him to clear his mind recently. He felt like there was too much he needed to do in the Galaxy and that wasn't enough time for it all.

No. That was it. He had to put his foot down. The Mirialan pushed his datapad away from him and ran his hand down his face to try and reset his mind. Closing his eyes to meditate as Shan attempted to clear his mind and visualise the Force as he always did. An unending ocean that connected to every living thing. In the past, the ocean used to be gentle. At peace, as waves flowed to and from various different shores. Shores that connected to each other because of the Force...but recently, with the stress plaguing his mind, the ocean was no longer at peace. Instead the mental ocean thrashed from side to side, the waves crashing and smashing against the different shores. The once peaceful mindscape the Mirialan had of the Force was instead a constant storm. But it was once that he was ready to attempt to tame. Thanks to the relative peacefulness of the library, he was ready to try.

 

[Ben Khal]

Shan Pavond + OPEN
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Ben stood among the stacks, his gaze wandering over the shelves without really reading the titles. Master Oukranos Cthylla was over in the Younglings' Storytime Circle. He could faintly hear the Pylantian's mellow voice echoing through the library as he read to the kids.

There had been talk of pairing the young Padawan with a different master. Oukranos' heart was in teaching the younglings; though he had done his best, he may not have been cut out to take on an apprentice after all. Ben was already preparing to sever ties with the one person he had just begun to get close to, distancing himself from Oukranos. It was more painful than he was willing to admit, but he had no choice but to accept the Council's decision.

There would be another master who would train him. Another person with whom he could forge a lasting bond. Hopefully.

His gaze slid past the books to a Mirialan in the study room. He watched as the man rubbed his eyes tiredly and pushed away the datapads scattered across the table in front of him. Curiosity prompted Ben to approach, glimpsing various maps. "What are you working on, sir?" he asked. Maybe he could make himself useful and take his mind off the troubles of the present.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Aadihr Lidos + OPEN
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There came a point in every Jedi's saga where the knowledge they had accumulated was worth more than their life, and measures had to be taken to preserve that knowledge in the event of their death. For Starlin, that turning point had been reached... probably at least a decade ago, if not longer. But hey, better late than never, right?

"'Scuse me," he muttered as he scooted past the Mirialan—sorry, Miraluka—on his way to the supply closet. After some rummaging around, Starlin found the materials he needed. Unfortunately all the other workstations were occupied, so he was left standing in line with the beginnings of a lattice frame in one hand and a kyber crystal the size of a baseball in the other. Out of boredom he started juggling them while he waited.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan was deep in thought. Focusing on his meditation. The peace and quiet of the library was a Force-Send for him...At least until he heard a voice snapping him out of his meditation.

"What are you working on, sir?"

The Mirialan's eyes snapping open for a moment before focusing on the young lad speaking to him, giving a small smile to them. It was still strange to him to be called Sir, even if it was just a sign of respect and manners. Though he should probably answer that question now that he thought of it.

"A few things right now. Part of it is studying to become a Doctor. The Force can heal many things, but it is important to figure out what else can be at our disposal. Which is connected to the second thing I'm working on. Trying to work out what worlds are vulnerable to attack, and then figure out what's the best route to get supplies to them."

As he explained, Shan pointed at various notes he had made on his own datapad. The native species of some planets on the edge of the Alliance's borders, what kind of medical equipment or supplies they'd need, the closest planets that had the supplies needed.

"Doing my best to figure out how to help. I've been away from the Order on a sabbatical and only recently came back. Shan Pavond, Jedi Knight. Pleasure to meet you."

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr paid no heed as the man brushed past him, nor his waiting presence as all the other stations were taken, nor the juggling. He was in too deep, his focus in unbroken, so close to bridging the gap to show others how he saw the galaxy, to aid the New Jedi Order for generations to-

A faint plume of blue smoke rose from the incomplete Holocron.

Aadihr's mutting mantra of thought stopped, his fingers frozen, his body held rigid. The manic smile still glued to his face as his face was in denial of what he had just seen. Somehow, his linen blindfold even managed to come loose as, a cherry atop the chit-cake. Days - no - weeks of work, and the knowledge of years he poured into that... Blue puff of smoke.

Aadihr deflated. He would have to start again. Shoulders slumped he picked up his blindfold and the botched Holocron in the same hand, stepping away from workstation and uttered in a low, deadpan, and defeated voice that hid the depths of his frustration:
"Here, this station is open." The Miraluka motioned to the space of his failure. The still-warm stool he had spent the last 26-ish standard hours working from.

He would have to research more and troubleshoot what went wrong. That meant he needed to locate the right scrolls or holos - which meant he would need to get assistance because he couldn't see holograms. Then he would need to have someone dictate them to him because he couldn't read from a karking hologram.

Aadihr allowed himself a moment to stand motionless, unresponsive, sending his Sight far away into the stratosphere so he wouldnt have to look at the failure in his hands, his mind kilometers away.

This karking sucked.

Starlin Rand | OPEN​

 

[Vizion Trozky]

READING AND RESEARCH
LIBRARY OF ARKANIA ☛ ARKANIA

As a Jedi Investigator, there were instances where Vizion needed to append research to the usual info-gathering phase of his work, but today what brought him to the library was a different curiosity. His more narrow specialisation was that of a tracker in the Keetael tradition (by way of the Draethos that his own Master had been padawan to), and as his skill and strength in the tradition's meditative farsight tracking grew and thereby opened him further to the will and flows of the Force, he began to experience an unexpected side effect.

Though he could hardly be said to have a talent for visions before, the increased rate at which he had started to have them these three years hence had, in recent times, driven him to give that fact more attention. It made him wonder what those prophetically-tuned consulars did for training, but he was more interested today in how they recorded what they saw, how they handled those 'sights' coming true, and how often they did. What ended up being fact, or merely fiction. How they determined that, and whether their initial interpretations were ever correct.

For future reference. That future that was said to always be in motion... depending on what you believed.

Sitting in the reading and research halls and perusing the descriptions of the sometimes vague, sometimes deceptively clear visions that came before was in some cases entertaining, confusing, wild, or bewildering. Sometimes they simply defied sense... but soon enough, it all made him feel cross-eyed. Viz tipped his head back and, pinching together the corners of his golden brown eyes with a hand at the bridge of his nose, he blew out a breath.

"I need a caf," he groaned, "and a break."

And maybe some other reading material.

OPEN TO INTERACTION!​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Open to fellow jedi masters

Fiddling with holocrons had become a past time for Jonyna back when she was a knight, just starting out in the NJO. 900 years away will give you quite the knowledge gap, and the jedi archives were the best way to catch up. Those days were long gone now, 3 years of training now giving Jonyna the unique opportunity to make her own Holocron.

What would she even put in there?

It was a thought that echoed in her head, and had been for a while now. Ever since she got her spot on the Jedi Council, the thought of what knowledge she would pass on to the generations long past her, the future of the jedi. What stories she would tell, what wisdom was most important to pass along.

Part of her wondered if she'd become a ghost like her mother. If she'd be remembered. That latter part she wasn't as worried about nowadays. Her people had already painted murals of her into her Liko'we.. What she was more worried about was...

What she would pass on.

She stared at the small box, frowning as she looked at the thing.

What was there to say?

 

[Rylo]

The crystalline spires of the Arkania Library rose like sentinels against the wintry gale, their shimmering light barely perceptible under the gray expanse of the sky. Rylo adjusted his cloak against the biting cold, his small frame feeling even smaller against the vast, alien grandeur of the library's architecture. As the heavy doors slid open with a soft hiss, he stepped inside, his breath catching at the sight before him.

The atrium stretched endlessly, a vast space of alabaster and onyx that seemed almost alive with its own quiet energy. The warmth inside was a stark contrast to the chill outside, but Rylo's heart remained heavy. His blue eyes, so piercing and alert, darted from one floating holoprojector to another, to the Jedi scholars and historians engrossed in their tasks. The hum of datapads and the whispers of study echoed softly, but to Rylo, it felt like the weight of the galaxy pressed down on him all at once.

For the first time since escaping the singularity the almost swallowed GN47-2, he felt truly overwhelmed.

Rylo's steps carried him into the main reading chamber, a circular sanctuary of knowledge that seemed endless in its scope. Shelves of luminous stone spiraled toward the ceiling, glowing faintly with the energy of ancient texts, holocrons, and digital archives. The centerpiece—a levitating galactic holomap—rotated slowly, its faint hum filling the air like the galaxy itself was breathing. Approaching one of the alcoves, Rylo seated himself at a low table. A Jedi Archivist, an elderly Arkanian woman with milky-white eyes, nodded to him from across the chamber and slid over a datapad.

"Here," she said softly. "This terminal will guide you through the galaxy's most significant events since the High Republic. It's… a lot. Take your time."

Rylo inclined his head in thanks, his three-fingered hands trembling slightly as he activated the device. The holoscreen flickered to life, bathing him in a pale blue glow.

 

[Ben Khal]

Shan Pavond​

Ben sensed too late that he was disrupting the Mirialan's meditation. He braced himself for a reprimand, but mercifully received none. Instead the man gave him a small smile and answered his question in detail.

"A few things right now. Part of it is studying to become a Doctor. The Force can heal many things, but it is important to figure out what else can be at our disposal. Which is connected to the second thing I'm working on. Trying to work out what worlds are vulnerable to attack, and then figure out what's the best route to get supplies to them."

The boy's eyes focused on the notes with unexpected interest. "That is important work indeed," he said. While he was not a healer himself, he knew that they could not provide aid on the scale necessary to help every planet in need of healthcare. It made sense to utilize technology and other resources to reach what their powers could not.

"Shan Pavond, Jedi Knight. Pleasure to meet you."

"Padawan Khal." He introduced himself with a bow. "I hope I am not disturbing you. I thought that I might offer my assistance with your research."

 

[Starlin Rand]

Aadihr Lidos
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Starlin did increasingly elaborate tricks with his juggling, tossing the pieces this way and that, before finishing by catching them behind his back. Something in the Force warned him of impending doom... though the consequences of this incoming event would be relatively minor. Still, he paused and waited...

A faint plume of blue smoke rose from the incomplete Holocron.​

Slowly, Starlin's blue eyes slid toward the Miraluka, whose face was frozen in a manic grin. Holy chit dude, the Jedi Master thought, wincing as the guy's blindfold popped off like something straight out of a cartoon. Is he gonna be okay?...

Eventually the psycho grin faded and the Miraluka's shoulders sagged in defeat. He got up from his chair and turned empty eye sockets toward Starlin.

"Here, this station is open."

"Breh." Starlin's eyebrows rose. "I'm sorry. You... look like you worked pretty hard on that." Only for it to amount to little more than a metaphysical hot fart. Damn.

The Miraluka proceeded to stand in place, motionless and unresponsive. Was he in some sort of fugue state? Starlin's eyes darted between him and the vacant seat uncertainly, feeling guilty about taking the latter so soon after the former's failure. He took a cautious side-step, then carefully sunk down into the chair. "Uh... If I figure out how to do it myself, I'll be sure to give you some pointers," he said, before turning to face the workstation.

It didn't take long to fit the fat kyber into his lattice framework; the real work went into programming the thing. Taking a deep breath and waggling his fingers, Starlin focused on the newly made holocron...

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan opened his mouth to say it was a pleasure to meet the padawan. Before realising he had already said that. Luckily he had managed to save himself from that embarrassment. At least this time. Though the offer for help wasn't something he had expected as Shan tilted his head to the side. It was nice to see more padawans interested in healing and aiding other planets. He had known plenty of padawans that would rather learn how to use a lightsaber than how to bandages.

"That would be appreciated. There are plenty of planets around the border of the Alliance and I can only focus on so many at once. I've been focusing on those that border the Neo Crusaders. Whilst the Dark Empire and the Sith Order are still dangerous threats, the wounds they'd inflict are much...harder to heal conventionally than the wounds that the Crusaders could inflict."

That was at least one bright side of the situation. Whilst wounds and damage inflicted by the dark side were more troublesome to heal, the weaponry normally used by Mandalorians could be healed conventionally, with less of a need for a Jedi or light-side Force use. Either way, Shan focused more on the task at hand as he waved his hand amongst some of the datapads and notes he had to highlight the ones he had been looking at.

"It'd be helpful if you could start noting down what the worlds near the Empire or Sith might need. You can choose which one, you don't need to do both."

He didn't want to put too much pressure on the Padawan. Though at the same time...If he did bring this report to the Council, he'd make sure to sing the good graces of Ben.

Ben Khal

 

[Amani Serys]

Aadihr Lidos - Starlin Rand - Jonyna Si - Open​

Of all the achievements on Amani's long journey as a Jedi, one of the few she had never crossed off the list was constructing a holocron. It hadn't even dawned on her until she heard about this gathering happening at the Library of Arkania; The Vonnuvi Enclave had a healthy collection of its own, including one precious gift from Jorus Merrill, yet none of them were authored by the headmaster herself. She supposed now was as good a time as any to change that. After picking up some wisdom from Chief Artisan Harth, she set out to join her peers at the library.

Truth be told, she was almost a little nervous. It seemed silly, yet the felling was there. In a way Amani found some enjoyment in it; It felt like being a padawan all over again, learning something new and exciting.

Before one could start building the holocron, one had to figure out what sort of knowledge they were going to store in it. Amani pondered the question for a moment; Naturally, the core component of it would be healing techniques. She had made great strides in combining restorative force mysticism with modern scientific medical practices. That would be an excellent piece of knowledge to pass on. Perhaps some of the breakthrough sithspawn restoration techniques she had refined alongside Master Kahlil Noble as well. It's not exactly like holocrons were hurting for storage space. She looked down at the crystal lattice framework, her hands hovering over the workstation in hesitant anticipation to begin.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring

Valery adjusted her posture carefully as she settled onto the soft constellation-patterned rug in the middle of the Younglings' Storytime Circle. Her emerald-green tunic flowed around her, the fabric draping lightly over her form as she lowered herself into a cross-legged position. In her lap, baby Eryx nestled against her gently rounded belly, his tiny hands reaching curiously toward the air as if already sensing the excitement in the room.

The younglings were gathered in a wide semicircle around her, their bright eyes filled with anticipation as they sat cross-legged or leaned forward, eager to hear the stories she had to share. The sight warmed Valery's heart, her amber eyes sparkling with affection as she smiled at the little ones.

"Alright, everyone," Valery began, her voice soft but carrying the warmth and authority of a seasoned storyteller. "Today, we're going to talk about one of my favorite tales. I hope you're ready."

Eryx giggled and Valery's hand drifted to rest protectively over her belly as she continued. "I'll tell the story with some holo-images, and you'll be able to ask as many questions as you'd like." Glancing down at Eryx, she chuckled and looked back up at whoever was attending.

This wasn't quite her usual work — she loved being out in the field far too much — but she was certain that Kahlil Noble would appreciate her taking it easier during her pregnancy. This kept her busy and among her fellow Jedi, but she wouldn't be pushing herself too much.

Open​

 

[Ben Khal]

Shan Pavond​

"That would be appreciated. There are plenty of planets around the border of the Alliance and I can only focus on so many at once. I've been focusing on those that border the Neo-Crusaders. Whilst the Dark Empire and the Sith Order are still dangerous threats, the wounds they'd inflict are much... harder to heal conventionally than the wounds that the Crusaders could inflict."

"Because they use the Dark Side," Ben muttered, his contempt for the Sith and the Imperials plain. The Dark Side of the Force corrupted everything it touched. It was an evil that should be wiped out, though its infectious nature meant that it had to be quelled on a regular basis. Luckily the Jedi existed to keep on fighting its pernicious influence.

"It'd be helpful if you could start noting down what the worlds near the Empire or Sith might need. You can choose which one, you don't need to do both."

Pulling out a chair, Ben took a seat next to Shan. His eyes scanned over the datapads, eventually settling on Bespin. "There's a species, the Neo-Bespinians, who are gaseous beings. That makes them invisible to the naked eye, which could make treatment difficult. I'm not sure if they can be injured by conventional weapons, though this does say they can be poisoned..."

 

[Nima Torr]

The Library of Arkania radiated an enchanting tranquillity, its atmosphere infused with a soft, kaleidoscopic glow that danced off the intricately formed crystalline structures. Outside, a gentle snow-filled breeze swirled, casting delicate shadows that whispered of the world beyond, frozen in a moment of time. Just a single step inside revealed a stunning transformation: towering shelves rose majestically towards the ceiling, laden with tomes that beckoned to be explored. Looming statues, carved with meticulous detail, stood sentinel at the entrance, their watchful eyes safeguarding a realm rarely glimpsed. This was a sanctuary of knowledge, where information lay tantalizingly within reach, offered generously to those who would seek it out.

In the soft, dim light of the library, where fractuals of snow from the breeze outside danced lazily in the air, Nima Torr wandered through towering stacks of books, each one a vessel of acquired knowledge and hidden wisdom. Each step, slow and steady, carried her deeper inside as she moved through the towering shelves. Until her gaze fell intently on the pages of another volume, its cover worn and faded, bearing the stories of a culture that had long since vanished into the annals of time. Their last memories sealed and frozen in the time capsule that lingered in her hands.

With revenant fingers, she delved deeper, her golden eyes traced over words and thoughts written with care and the sorrow of a writer who knew their translation would be the last, for their was none left to speak of those who had passed, absorbed by others or sundered to the harsh whims of a cold galaxy. Their sorrows, their joys, their existence echoed in a haunting melody of nostalgia and loss. In that moment, her attention was focused upon only them, for they who had nothing deserved to be known.

Tag: Open!​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Still holding the now-useless Holocron, Aadihr trudged through the aisles of the Library of Arkania. The surroundings painted themselves in shimmering outlines to his Force-sight: towering shelves of texts, clusters of Jedi engaged in quiet study, and the faint luminescent hum of fixtures. It was a serene environment, and one entirely unfit for the frustration of his mind.

His thoughts chased themselves in circles. Was it the alignment of the lattice? Or the resonance? Did I overheat the kyber crystal? Did I even remember to center myself before infusing—

Aadihr collided with a wall of resistance that was distinctly not a wall, but Nima Torr . A flurry of motion followed, the unmistakable sound of flapping pages tumbling to the floor.

"Oh, chit! I'm sorry, I—" He instinctively crouched, reaching out with his hand to try to recover the tome. His fingers grazed the edges of leather bindings, worn pages, and the delicate clasps of the ancient text. He fumbled and the book collided with the ground with a loud slap.

He froze mid-reach, blindfold askew, suddenly realizing he hadn't even identified the unfortunate soul he’d collided with. “I wasn’t paying attention—I mean, clearly, because, well—” He gestured vaguely at the fallen books, “—this happened. So, uh… my apologies.”

His Sight finally registered her: a Twi’lek, her form outlined in colored waves of the Force. He caught flashes of her lekku swaying with her movements as she recovered from the collision.

Aadihr grabbed the book and offered it back to the Twi'lek and stood, his tone growing more sheepish. “I really didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever scholarly quest you’re on. I promise I don’t make a habit of bulldozing into other Jedi. This is a, uh, unique case.”

Aadihr shifted awkwardly on his feet, suppressing the urge to fidget with his blindfold, which had somehow become looser in the collision.

“Look,” he added, “If this got damaged, I’ll take the blame. Though, in my defense, I’m having a spectacularly bad day - I’ve been demoted to ‘walking disaster’ status for the foreseeable future.”

He could feel himself becoming more irritating by the word. Aadihr silenced himself, simply proffering the book to the unlucky Twi'lek.

Nima Torr | OPEN​

 

[Starlin Rand]

The blind dude left without another word, evidently quite dejected. Starlin just barely managed to figure out how to program information into his holocron. He had no particular idea in mind for the Gatekeeper, though he soon found that it was vital he shape the figure who would deliver his accumulated knowledge. It made sense for it to be a version of himself. He took a moment to comb his fingers through his messy curls and smooth his beard, then let it copy his image.

The Gatekeeper would look the way he did now: older, wiser, and a tad bit schlubby. His body was strong beneath his untidy clothes, and his blue eyes still held the same optimistic glimmer of a man who was closest to the Light when he laughed.

What would he leave for future generations? The creative sorcery of Syd Celsius . The honor, valor, and chivalry of Cedric Grayson . And his own personal philosophy of laughing in the face of evil, protecting the innocent, and standing up for your friends and allies. All this and more he sealed within the kyber and its lattice cage, to teach others long after he was dead.

When he looked up again, he saw the face of an old friend sitting nearby. "Amani? Ayyy! How you doing? Are you making a holocron too?" He gestured to her setup. "Damn, I wish I had known. We could've collaborated, included each others' knowledge in each others' cubes."

Amani Serys​

 

[Shan Pavond]

Ah. That was more familiar to Shan. The dislike and hatred towards the Dark Side and the Sith alike. It wasn't necessarily something he shared but that was a personal view. It wasn't for him to try and convince Ben otherwise. Instead Shan nodded to what the Padawan was saying.

"Yes. The Dark Side corrupts everything it touches. Even those who use it. It requires quite a bit of effort to try and purify that touched by it."

At the mentioning of the Neo-Bespians, Shan turned his head to try and give a quick glance over towards what Ben was reading. Nodding along in thought as he tried to wrap his head around the best way to treat them.

"You're right...It seems they're able to heal themselves from the poisoning at least...but it wouldn't hurt to try and stock up samples of the Bespin atmosphere. In the off chance that the Dark Side is able to corrupt the atmosphere, we'll at least be able to replicate the original."

Ben Khal