Tides of Change
Ossus
Jedi Praxeum
Elias groaned as the Calypso cut through Ossus’ acidic atmosphere. It started as a breathy sigh that hummed into audible discomfort, brought forth by the harsh memories he had of this world. The last time he set foot on Ossus was to defend its Praxeum from Sith raiders. So much blood was spilled here, on both sides, in a baseless attempt to steal artifacts from the temple.
He watched from the shadows as the Jedi - as his brothers and sisters - were slain by beasts and blades. Saving them wasn’t his mission… he actually wasn’t even there on behalf of the NJO, as he was now. Then, he was an agent of the Rimward Jedi. A Spectre.
A coward.
Today was a reminder of what it costs when you hide and wait for the war to pass you by. If he had been here, if he had been with the NJO, then perhaps things would be different. Perhaps the Sith would have failed in their attack. Perhaps the Praxeum wouldn’t have suffered as badly.
Perhaps he wouldn’t be investigating a potential Sith spy in their midst.
Another sigh came as the ship broke into the lower atmosphere. Beads of acidic water pelted the Calypso’s shields, filling the cabin with a staticky sound. He focused on reaching the rendezvous point quickly and quietly, the same one he used for his Spectre assignment. It was an old Ashlan post that his former partner Rhiza had shown him. A quiet place on the edge of the Praxeum’s scanner range, perfect for insertion without detection.
Not that this was a stealthy operation, per se. But Elias figured that coming unexpectedly would thwart any chance of spooking the turncoat. They can’t run from what they can’t expect, he figured.
“Master Noble,” Elias said over comms, “this is Edo. I’m putting the ship down on the eastern landing pad. How’s it looking?”
He cracked a smile.
“Any Ashlan ghosts haunting the place?”
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Valery Noble
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