Philosopher's Stone
At the behest of Corin Trenor, the search for Jasper Kai'el was to return to his last known location: Ord Providence. Following a depressurization event triggered by paranoid clergy, the domes of the planet that had once housed millions of Godoan civilians had been reduced to wastelands of rubble and contaminated air. Clouzon-36 was a dense compound, one which increased the pressure of Ord Providence's atmosphere. As such, pressurized space suits were provided to the Jedi so that they may safely traverse the fresh ruins of Provinia, the once capital of the planet. As the Mud Duck approached the now abandoned planet, a transmission came in from the nearby moon of Sellia II, where the Godoan people had relocated to following the disaster.
It was the face of a familiar woman, the remaining elder of the high clergy Lunaria Atelle, who had betrayed her council to save her people. Braze would know her as the mother of his close friend,
Loomi
, after their particularly tense reunion during the crisis. <I must offer my thanks to you again, Knight Kai'el,> she expressed. <I'm certain without your aid my people may have gone extinct... And there are certainly other personal matters that it likely isn't the time for. In short, I want you to consider this a repayment of my debt. I have transmitted your vessel all security access codes. The New Temple of the Goddess is full of high-security restricted zones. Those will bypass all measures and allow you free reign of the facility. Last we saw when patrolling the area, those mechanical beasts had all suffocated. Seems they were organic enough to breath. Still, I suggest you proceed with caution. Should any need arise, you may call upon us for assistance. Good luck, and Goddess watch over you.>
And the dark cockpit of the Mud Duck returned, no longer illuminated by the light of the holoprojector. Phy was snug in her seat, her mechanical arms wrapped around her artificial body. The struggles that Braze and Corin were soon to face in regards to the toxic atmosphere of Ord Providence was not a concern for her. After all, she didn't breath, and her body was made to withstand extreme pressure. It didn't stop her from being concerned for them, however.
"Well," Phyla began, her tone soft. "We're.. entering the atmosphere now... The domes shattered after they depressurized, so we can enter Provinia directly. You can... set us down in a clearing just before the New Temple of the Goddess."
A pause followed, and a rather awkward one at that.
"Do... you have any clue what we might be looking for?"
It wasn't directed at anyone specifically, being more open ended. Phyla was more wanting some kind of clear direction to latch onto. Seeing the green haze over the damaged city that had once been the capital of a civilization didn't exactly fill her with hope.
