Seeking a holocron

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel had many influences in her life. Her first Master, her current Master, the teachers on Ossus and now Voss. And Jedi from the history books. There was one Jedi in particular that she read about more than others – and potentially not the one most might think of.

Luminara Unduli was a female Mirialan who served as a Jedi. She was a valued adviser to the Jedi High Council and the Galactic Senate. During the Clone Wars, she fought with her last Padawan, Barriss Offee, and she was a common and formidable presence at points of crisis, on worlds such as Ilum, Nadiem, and Geonosis. She was killed during the Battle of Kashyyyk when Contingency Order 66 was enacted.

From what Sorel understood, she was calm and patient, and her former Padawan, Barriss Offee, had noted that she was a skilled teacher. It seems Master Unduli sometimes scolded people but rarely actually lost her temper with them – and this, as much as anything else, resonated with Sorel. She was also confident in her abilities, but this confidence became overconfidence at times and Sorel understood this was a facet of her own personality she had to combat. And it was something about that ancient Jedi Master that drew her to Kashyyyk to craft her saber and now, once more, she was having dreams about the planet – and the Jedi Master – and knew she had to go back there. Something was calling to her and she needed to find out what.

So she approached the verdant sphere that was Kashyyyk. The Wookiee homeworld was mostly forest, covered with monstrous wroshyr trees, with four continents divided by bands of ocean. Archipelagoes of islands dotted the gleaming coastal seas like emeralds scattered across blue satin. There were only a few desert regions, mostly on the rain-shadow side of the equatorial mountain ranges.

Once she was within communication range, she set a coded frequency, then spoke into the comm in a series of grunts, growls, barks, and hrnnn's that, to the untrained human ear, sounded exactly like usual Wookiee speech – but wasn't. When she stopped speaking into the comm, a voice came back, giving a series of directives.

She made a quick course correction, following the series of directives and coordinates that her contact had given her. She was to fly low, actually within the boundaries of the tallest wroshyr treetops, and to be prepared to make precise course changes.

There were several related, but somewhat different, Wookiee sub-species. Many were rwook; and bore the typical brown, red and chestnut hair of that people. Their language was called Shyriiwook; which, loosely translated, meant, "tongue of the tree-people."

But Sorel had just spoken xaczik; a traditional tribal language spoken by the Wookiees indigenous to the Wartaki island and several outlying coastal regions. It was seldom heard, since Shyriiwook was the common language of trade and travel. But use of it had set her aside as an insider, someone to trust.

Flying low, skimming barely above, and, at times, between the tiptop branches of the wroshyr trees, she sent her ship blasting along in the precise course and speed specified. Every minute or so, the comms quite literally barked new instructions.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Finally, as she neared Rwookrrorro, a kilometer-wide city set on platforms made by crisscrossing branches of the wroshyrs, the instructions forced her to shear off in a dangerous swoop and take the ship straight down between the branches for a thirty-second plunge. Her heart was in her mouth as the ship dived into the green forest, but she trusted the Wookiee’s coordinates were right on the credits.

Even though it looked through the viewport as though she was going to be engulfed and smashed to flinders, nothing touched the ship. From the comms there came an oder, and she steered hard to starboard. She sent the ship into a screaming right turn, then, before her, saw something that at first looked to be a huge cave, a vast black hole waiting to swallow her up.

But as she neared it, she realized that what it was in truth was a massive wroshyr branch, balanced across other equally huge branches Either by accident or design, the branch had split off from the main tree, and been hollowed out, to form a ‘cave’ the size of a small docking bay.

She wanted to confirm her ship would fit, but once more she relied on her remote navigator. Sorel fired the braking thrusters hard as she neared the opening. She passed through it, and suddenly the muted sunlight was gone, and the space before her was revealed only by the ship's infrared sensors and the beams of the landing lights.

Sorel killed the last of the forward motion, then lowered the ship onto the landing struts, using her repulsors. Moments after she touched down, she realised she’d been holding her breath and let out an enormous sigh. Another order and she immediately turned off all power in the ship except for the batteries to power the airlocks. She suspected that even in peace-time, the location of a secret hide-out had to remain secret.

The interior of the ship was now lit only by the weak, red-tinted emergency lights. Outside, something clanged against the ships armorplating and Sorel quickly disembarked to find out what was the cause.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Hitting the ‘open ramp’ release, Sorel raced down the ramp, then stopped in wonder. When she’d first flown into the ‘cave’ it had seemed a tight fit, but now she realized the place was so big it had echoes. Back at the entrance, a hydraulic lift whined as it raised a huge ‘curtain’ of some kind of camouflage net over the entrance. Teams of Wookiees were busily draping her ship in more netting.

Finally, the entrance obscured, the lights came up. The inside of the ‘cave’ was a well-stocked, completely functional docking site and repair facility. Sorel still couldn’t believe they were standing inside a tree. No, not a tree, but a tree branch. If one branch of a wroshyr was this big, the idea of the whole tree was mind-boggling.

She wandered over to a crowd of Wookiees. At first she struggled as, despite her knowledge of the language, she wasn’t used to hearing seven Wookiees talking rapidly all at the same time. She was howled at, hugged, thumped, shaken, thumped some more and generally exclaimed over with great joy.

Not all of the Wookiees understood Basic, so she kept to their language. A young Wookiee took the lead in the talks eventually. She was the one with the most experience off-world Sorel quickly understood. Sorel explained her situation. She knew she had to come here. No, she didn’t know exactly what for or why, but she sensed she was close. And she recounted a few of her dreams. At the mention of seeing the vista of the canopy from above, the young Wookiee grinned widely and indicated the Jedi should follow her.

The Wookiee had listened to her with a great deal of respect, and now she repaid the favour. Which is why she did not argue when asked to climb into a quulaar. It was a long bag-like piece of woven fabric – or maybe hair?

An older Wookiee, with black hair, slung the bag gently over his back and as they emerged from the cave, Sorel saw whay she was to be carried. She was kilometres high in the air. Below her the forest went on, and on, and on…

The tree trunks stretched down, past the point where her eyesight could distinguish them from each other. Despite all her piloting experience and her outstanding sense of balance, the sight made Sorel’s head swim for a moment. She noticed the Wookiee flex his powerful hands and made his claws pop out. They were very sharp, and, coupled with his great strength, would enable him to dig deep into a tree trunk when climbing.

The Wookiee pushed her head down into the sack, warning her to keep his arms inside, too, and to stay still, so she wouldn’t disturb his balance. Inside the quulaar, she felt the bag sway as he walked to the edge of the platform lip. Then, with a grunt and a powerful leap, the Wookiee launched himself. They were falling, falling!

 

[Sorel Crieff]

She barely managed to hold back a yell.

Seconds later she was aware they smacked into a hard surface, then began climbing rapidly upward. Leaves swished against the quulaar. She had just started to relax, when suddenly they leaped again! The next few minutes, all she could do was try not to move, and to keep concentrating on not being sick. She closed her eyes and meditated and found this helped enormously. The sack swung and jerked and spun and slapped against the tree trunks, despite her carrier’s best efforts.Swing, scramble, climb. Leap, grip, swing. Grab, grunt, swing-climb.

Finally, with a last swing and grunt of effort, the movement stopped, and Sorel found herself lying on the ground, still inside the quulaar. When the world around her stopped spinning she began clawing his way out of the sack. Moments later, she was standing, legs braced wide apart for balance, on the great platform where the great, mostly enclosed city of Rwookrrorro was located. It was a massive, flattened ovoid, with homes studding the outskirts and scattered all over the platform. Branches grew straight up along the avenues, through the material making up the streets, adding touches of green.

The world steadied around her, and he drew a deep breath. The city before her was beautiful, in a way that was hard to describe. It boasted obvious openness and airiness – being so high up. Some of the buildings were several stories tall, yet they harmonized, somehow, with the treetops. All around them the vivid green topmost branches of the wroshyr trees swayed in the breeze. The sky overhead was blue, with a hint of green. Thick, flattened masses of sparkling white clouds drifted by.

She smiled at the two Wookiees that had brought her hear. “Those sacks are mighty useful. What do you usually carry in them? Luggage?”

The younger Wookiee’s lip curled, then she gave a brief, amused translation of the word ‘quulaar.’

Sorel laughed. “Baby-sack? You haul Wookiee babies around in them?”

The young Wookiee nodded. “This is, I believe the image from your dreams. From this point on, I suspect you are on your own, but if you need any help, you know you only have to ask.”

Sorel smiled and nodded. “Yes, this is how it appeared in my dreams. The Force will guide me from here.” She nodded politely and bade farewell to her companions and simply followed her instincts – ones currently listening directly to the Force.

 

[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sorel Crieff"]

Well you won't be alone, the padawan was around exploring as her attention went to some of the things there. She had a friend here going while visiting with the wookie's she could go across some of the things. Her robes and equipment sporting some of the newest things like the tome her mother had made for exploring to save and gather information. Also she had one of the canteens the rangers got made for producing water instead of carrying rations. One for herself and one for Sorel as the small atrisian padawan was on the back of a wookie taking her through the trees to go and meet the other girl who had come to the planet.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel wandered, every now and then closing her eyes as she connected to the Force and allowed it to guide her. Finally she ended up at a basket and after a brief conversation understood it was the only way down to a specific part of the Rryatt Trail. The Wookiee on sentry told her the section this was linked to was known to be home to the most ferocious examples of wildlife on the Wookiee planet. She explained that she understood and then allowed herself to be lowered to the Trail.

It took a full fifteen minutes to reach the bottom and she could immediately sense the unnerving darkness. Life was different here, for the forest in the late afternoon was almost completely dark. Animals down at this level had large eyes to facilitate their living at such dim light levels. There were dangerous predators . . . the kkekkrrg fro, or Shadow Keepers, that had ventured up a level to hunt, and the katarn.
She kept a sharp eye out, her every sense alert. She travelled the forest trails, seeing bridal-veil suckers, broad-leafed mock shyr, and kshyy vines in profusion. Things were not really green down here, but pale and washed-out looking. There was not enough sunlight to support the green growth from above.

She walked the broad trails, feeling the rough bark of the wroshyr boughs and her eyes moved constantly, searching for clues. Her gaze was caught and held by a tiny scrape of the wroshyr bark, and a small rip in the tracery of the bridal veil plant next to it.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

She walked warily down a bough-trail not much more than two meters across. On either side of her yawned the green-brown-grey gulfs of the forest. She kept every sense alert, eyes scanning, ears listening for the faintest rustle. The Force started to alert her and then she stopped, every muscle poised.

There! Amid those leaves! The creature froze, sensing danger. Suddenly the air before her was filled with a rain of quills. She brought her saber up and negated most of them, but na few made their way into her arms and legs. Her right hand went out, and grabbed the creature with the Force and gently as she could, she threw it ten metres to her left. The terrified animal squawked, and then she heard and sensed it run away.

Only then did she take a moment to pull the quills from her body and spread a salve on the tiny, burning wounds. The assault by the creature had done no real harm, she reflected. It might even have done some good, alerting her to the fact that the planet presented many dangers.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

The incident had left her slightly jumpy. She was aware that she was regarding everything that moved as a potential threat and this was limited her ability to connect with the Force to seek an answer to the question of why she was here. She was sure her Master would observe her actions with mild amusement. There was nothing like experience in the field to teach a budding Padawan when to jump and when to relax.

At times she seemed almost eager for another attack, as if anxious for the opportunity to prove herself. She had skill with a lightsaber, but part of that skill, she knew, was knowing when not to use the weapon.

A flock of some winged insects provided an excellent lesson. They came swooping down out of the west, their wings darkening what little light the overhead canopy allowed to penetrate their leaves. Anyone could have been excused for thinking that the flying creatures, with their bright yellow eyes, represented a threat. At the sight of them commencing their dive, Sorel drew her lightsaber but did not activate it.

The flock came steadily closer, making no attempt to swerve around her. Sorel’s forefinger nervously caressed the switch of her lightsaber. She momentarily closed her eyes and trusted her senses. She remained alert but did not jump to conclusions.

Just because the flock was large and intimidating in appearance did not mean it was dangerous. They were rushing toward her not intending to attack, but hoping she would get out of the way. At the last instant, the flying creatures were able to alter their angle of descent just enough to carry them past Sorel. So close did they pass that she found herself ducking involuntarily. As she did so, she saw that the wings were paper-thin and their bodies swollen with air instead of muscle. They clearly went where the wind took them, unable to fly against it. Seeing her, the members of the flock had probably been more frightened of Sorel than she had any right to be of them.

It was an instructive visitation, one whose lesson she immediately committed, as always, to memory. From then on, she paid more attention to all stimuli as opposed to whatever phenomenon manifested itself in the sky or on the ground.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Topping a rise, she found herself looking down at a slight depression in ground ahead. A sizable but shallow lake had formed there. Except for the centre, it was filled with a peculiar spotted, multi-jointed, reddis reed. And at one end was a small camp, two tents in total and there was a fire burning too.

She saw there were two Wookiee’s present and they were heading towards here. She’d been warned that some natives were a touchy people, quick to take offence, especially when they saw outsiders who they believed did not respect them, their ways or their land.

Stocky and powerful, the two Wookies looked like warriors. The welcoming party slowed. One of them spoke, his dialect was harsh, but not incomprehensible.

“What are you doing here?”

Sorel swallowed. “I seek your understanding. I was brought here by a vision. To travel this trail and seek whatever the Force decides is my destiny.”

Leaning to his right, the Wookiee spat deliberately at her foot. She did not move and despite an initial reaction to tense she did her best to appear unconcerned.

“The matter of your journey remains unknown to us. Why should we believe you, or invite you to partake of our hospitality?”

“Your hospitality is unexpected but most welcome. I do not wish to take up your time, I merely wish to show respect for you and this Trail and move along.” It was not their trail, but she needed them on-side. Wondering what they might be up to would distract her from her goal. And lately she’d felt the trail grow cold, as if she was not heading in the right direction – or at least not listening properly.

The two Wookiees remained silent and impassive for a short while. Sorel did likewise.

The one who spoke allowed his gaze to rover over her and the direction she came from. “I have heard of the Jedi. They are said to be honourable people. Unlike so many of those they work for.” When she did not react, he grunted approvingly. “Join us at our camp. A fine camp, but as usual for us, a temporary one. It is ever such for us.”

She was tempted to ask why, but decided not to push her luck and instead merely bowed.

“This is no place for conversation. Come to our camp. We will eat, and talk, and consider your needs.”

 

[Sorel Crieff]

A section of reeds had been cleared away to provide a clear view across the tranquil body of water. Small balls of black fluff darted among the reeds, chirping like runaway alarms. A few ntricately woven mats topped with thickly padded cushions had been set out on the bare ground. The two Wookiees sat cross-legged opposite Sorel as they provided food and drink. Sorel took one sip of the dark green liquid placed before her and immediately choked on the spicy concoction.

The lead Wookiee grinned, then smiled, and finally had to place a long-fingered hand over his face to cover his muted laughter. The ice was broken, and nobody was the wiser for knowing that Sorel had tolerated the strong local liquor without difficulty, only to fake her reaction for the very purpose of putting her hosts at ease. That did not mean, however, that by gagging embarrassedly she had instantly gained their friendship and assistance.

“Why should we help you?” This anticipated question allowed Sorel to launch into a more detailed explanation of her purpose in coming to Kashyyyk. Of the ancient Jedi, of her visions, of her recent visit. The Wookiees listened quietly, occasionally bending to eat or drink from the modest meal that had been set out before them.

When she had finished, the two whispered something to each other until finally he addressed her. “Outsiders we do not trust,” he held up a hand to forestall any objection to his words. “And we never will. But as for the Jedi, we have heard that they are different. That they are honourable. That they are high-bred. If you can prove this to us, to our satisfaction, then we will feel secure enough to allow you to roam in and around our home unhindered.”

“Ask of me what you will, and if it is within my power to comply, I’ll certainly do so.” What kind of proof do they want? Sorel found herself wondering. What kind of assurance could an off-worlder give to natives that would convince them of the genuine good intentions of their visitor?

Unsurprisingly, it was not what she would have expected.

 

[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sorel Crieff"]

The feeling of the force was there on the world as the wookie was following and leading the way towards the girl. Orihime still on his back as they were surging from thick branch to thicker branch turning most of her attention to the things they were doing before she ad the wookiee stopped running and lept onto a pathway. The padawan climbing down as she blew a bang out of her eyes straightening it to keep her pristine white and grey robes straight. Her saber and the tome on her hip as she walked letting it jingle a little but it had proven invaluable to making sure she could get all of the information to herself as needed instead of trying to remember or having to memorize as her mother would suggest a lot of information on history and incidents. She could work with that as the sight of some of the larger village gates came to her with attention at seeing the kinraths around.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Rising, he spoke slowly. “Tonight we will have a proper feast. There will be entertainment. Among my clan, it is traditional for guests to provide it. To us, this says that they have a soul. If the Jedi can show us that they, like us, have souls, then we will trust you.”

Sorel’s lower jaw dropped but she recovered and smiled agreeably. “I will meet your terms. But I must warn you: aesthetics are not the first thing a Jedi masters. You may find my presentation less polished than those of your usual guests.”

All but openly affable now, the Wookiee stepped forward to place a hand on her head. The long fingers reached to the back of her neck. “Until tonight.”

 

[Sorel Crieff]

As she slept ahead of the evening meal, she had more dreams, and she was sure that they would prove fruitful if she could only gain her hosts trust.

Leaving her tent, she was amazed to see not two but tens of Wookiees staring back at her. It seemed as if most of the clan had crowded around the open space. Tens of eyes glistened in the light from the glow-rods. For the second time since her arrival, food and drink had been laid out in copious quantities. The two Wookiees she first met sat like regal potentates.

There was music, of a sort, produced by a quartet of seated Wookiees. Two played traditional handmade instruments, while their younger colleagues opted for free-form electronics. The result was a cross between the sublime and a porgrak in its final death throes. Sorel found her ears simultaneously outraged and captivated.

Beyond the music, there was no entertainment. That, she knew, was shortly to be provided by the clan’s guests - her. If this was deemed acceptable, she would then hopefully be able freedom to roam the area. If spurned, she would have to move on quickly and potentially miss whatever she came to find.

At last nearly everyone had eaten their fill. The spiraling squeal from the local band faded away, losing itself in the vastness of the night. “And now, my friend, the time has come for you to prove to us that Jedi have not just ability, but inner essence. Rest assured no matter how badly you do, we will not eat you. We do not keep every tradition.” He chortled and Sorel found herself smiling at his humour – however black it was.

“That’s nice to know,” she replied. She wasn’t concerned about whether she was considered suitable for consumption. She was worried about a lack of cooperation. If the Wookiees refused to help her, she might waste weeks searching for whatever it was she was here to find.

It was also important that everything she did not only found favour with her hosts, but did not offend any of their inscrutable and closely held customs. Not knowing the details of these in advance, she could only proceed as best she could, while watching for any indications that her calculated response might be offending her hosts.

She rose gracefully and moved to the centre of the open space, which had been carpeted with a fresh flooring of flowers. There was a stir among the watching Wookiees. What would the maneless female visitor do? She removed the lightsaber from her belt. Immediately, several of the armed Wookiees went for their own weapons. Fortunately their clan leader waved off his agitated sentries.

In the chill, still air of early night, her twin lightsabers blazed. She held them aloft, glowing perpendicularly, their soft hum rising above the approving murmurs of the watching Wookiees. Not exactly a dynamic performance, but certainly an arresting image. And then she began to move.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Slowly at first, darting from left to right and back again, then north to south, her footprints laid out a design in the sand that marked the four points of the compass. The Wookiees saw right away what she was honouring with her movements. As a nomadic clan, they were particularly appreciative. The Padawan moved faster and faster, gradually increasing the speed of her jumps until she was bouncing from point to point as if dancing atop a concealed trampoline. All the while she held her flaring lightsabers aloft, the spears of luminance piercing the night. The athleticism of the performance was a tribute to her conditioning. It went well beyond basic Jedi training.

Then, just when it seemed she could move no faster, she began to twirl the lightsabers. Spectators gasped softly, and there sounded the first hisses and whistles of genuine admiration.

Sorel knew that many Jedi never thought of the conventional Jedi lightsaber as anything but a weapon. That outside the fencing arena it could also be a thing of beauty had never occurred to them. But in Sorel’s hands they were transformed from lethal tools into instruments of radiant splendour.

Spinning rapidly now as she continued to skip between the four points of the compass, the beams of spectral energy fooled the eyes into seeing a solid ring of light above her head. She began to swing the lightsabers, creating a lambent disk first on her right side, then on her left. Leaping from north to south, she brought her knees up to her chest and passed the beam beneath her feet, drawing sharp inhalations of surprise and awe from her audience. Several times she repeated the dangerous jump. If she misjudged height or swing, she could easily cut her feet off at the ankles. A greater miscalculation could result in the loss of an arm, or a leg – or even her head.

The potential deadliness of the dance added greatly to the suspense, and to the brilliance of the performance. Drawing to a conclusion, she jumped straight toward the clan leader, executed a double flip with the lightsabers whirling beneath her, and landed on her knees not an arm-length in front of him. To his considerable credit, the chieftain did not flinch. But his eyes never left the spinning lightsabers.

Another bit of clan lore was now imparted to the visitor as the assembled clan demonstrated their approval not only with hisses and whistles, but with a mass cracking of the knuckles of their lissome, long-fingered hands. Waves of popping swept over the gathering.

Breathing hard, her lightsabers deactivated and refastened to her belt, Sorel resumed her seat

“The clan has hosted many recitals by many guests,” the chieftain began, “But never in living memory has any been so unexpected. You have more than fulfilled your end of the bargain. We will give you guides such directions as will enable you to find whatever you seek.”

“I thank you for your kindness, and for your hospitality,” Sorel told him.

He responded with a gesture she did not know. “You have more than repaid us. Indeed, we are shamed by our suspicions.”

“One never need apologize for caution.” Sorel responded.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

There was no celebration when she departed the following morning. No chorus of young Wookiees lined up to serenade her on her way. She was simply given the requisite directions and sent on her way. But the guides provided her with the distance to focus on the Force and less on the likely threats of local flora and fauna.

As if reading her thoughts, one of the guides spoke to her. “The life of a nomad is a full one, though not so hard as in the old days. There is little time for frivolities. There are animals to care for, young to instruct, houses to be erected or broken down for travel, elders to see to, food and water to be distributed. That’s why rites like last night’s are so important. Diversion is necessary, and respected, but only when there is time for it. You certainly left the clan with a favourable impression of the Jedi.”

“I enjoyed it myself,” she told him. “It’s not often we’re asked to reveal that side of our persona. Most of the time we find ourselves explaining policy, or defending it, or preparing to do both. Believe me,” she added forcefully, “Few in the galaxy would better understand or sympathize with what you just said about the life of a nomad than would a Jedi.”

The guide nodded gravely, then brightened. “But like us, you also know how to have fun!” When she failed to respond, he added hopefully, “Don’t you?”

She sighed. “Sometimes I wonder. There are times when the words fun and Jedi seem to be mutually exclusive.”

[member="Orihime Ike"]

 

[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sorel Crieff"]

There was much going on when she arrived. News of a jedi preforming a dazzling display reached her ears as well as some of the other things of interest. There was activity in the shadowlands when she felt someone and turned. Her interest peaking before the padawan was moving quickly and spied the vision of Sorel standing there. She stood as tall as the slightly shorter padawan could and was ready for anything while letting her attention wonder to what these ones in the village had. The robes she had found on the dark worlds a thing of beauty while her attention was going to some of the sections now speaking. "Well imagine finding you here, I was just out and about looking for adventure."

 

[Sorel Crieff]

They were travelling steadily north when her guides unexpectedly called a halt. Sorel scanned their surroundings. The view was the same in every direction and had been for several days. Endless trees, an occasional depression holding water or mud, and the isolated hillock. So it was with interest she wondered why the Wookiee had brought them to a stop – and why they appeared more than a little apprehensive.

“What is it?” she asked. When he only shook his head, she closed her eyes and used the Force to sense in all directions. There was a Force aura – and one she recognised.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “It’s someone I know.”

She trotted forward and soon saw Orihime. “I could say the same,” she said. “I might be looking for adventure, I’m not entirely sure. I just know I’ll find it here. Or at least near here."

She turned to face her guides and bowed. “I thank you so much for your help. Please return to your clan and I can progress alone. I believe the Force wills it that way.” The final part was a white lie but it was better than saying she wanted them to go because she’d rather be with her friend.

[member="Orihime Ike"]

 

[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sorel Crieff"]

She was taking in the fellow padawan with a nod of her head while the wookiee who had brought her well he was going off with the others as she stood there. The small chill from being in the trees and pathways were an interesting thing to work with before heading off with Sorel for exploration, adventure and she had o find a way to swing on one of those large roots of vines while poundin her chest just once... It would be so awesome. "Well then we should have better success together then alone and I have this." She held up the tome while looking at things and providing a grin. "From my mother their latest piece. Think datapad on steroids with access to the achieve AI."

The jedi holocrons might be lost and missing from the vaults now but... helped when you practiced remembering and keeping information on a lot of different things. THe padawan slid the book back into a nice holder on her thigh where it would be out of the way. Her hand touching the hilt of her saber while she was looking around. "So where are you thinking we should start? The Shadowlands have a lot of things and secrets but it is also very dangerous." Who knew what they might be able to find down there in the deep roots of the trees or they could go alng the lesser forested areas with beaches and mountains.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel beamed. ”I admit to feeling a little foolish that I’m here without a durasteel plan but then the Force led me here. And if I’m honest, the distractions of the environment made it hard to focus on what the Force was saying. With you here, we can cover each other’s back and that should allow me to listen better.”

She already knew her Master was someone who blended the archaic with the cutting edge, mixing Jedi Lore and new technology seamlessly, so was not entirely surprised with her fellow Padawan’s new addition. “Anything it says about a Jedi Master called Luminara Unduli and this planet would be helpful. A quick cross-reference would be good. I mean, I know she was here, and she died here too, and there’s a monument to her. But places she visited? That would help to know.”

[member="Orihime Ike"]

 

[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sorel Crieff"]

She was looking at her and gave a nod bringing her hand up as the book and it looked like a normal book opened revealing the screen with the padawan speaking into it. "Luminara Unduli, Kashyyyk." She was looking it over and the information was coming up. "There is somethings, mostly incomplete records of where they were on the planet and a death record. WE should be able to follow through with it, though aside from the Imperial Inquisition base my mother found there are not a lot of places on this world we might find more stuff with her." The temple on coruscant had been made into a valley to show the one siths power and she moved over near the railing looking down over some of the things. "We can get there and search but I don't know what if anything might be left."