Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?

Sorel sat in her cockpit. All the information was available to her and finally she'd worked it out.
She’d spent time at the Free library planet and had been drawn to records of what on the face of it was an average planet in the Zhar system.
And she’d been having dreams and images when meditating of a remote location in the Outer Rim Territories. She’d also had visions of bioluminescent octopoid creatures.
A thorough trawl of databases, using the data the Force had shared with her had hinted at a place shown in the records but not recorded on any star maps. It was the Hidden Temple — a secret refuge for the Jedi during and after the Sith-Imperial War.
It was created as a secret haven for the Jedi in case of another attempt at extermination by the Empire. Having remembered the lesson of the Clone Wars and Order 66, its location, the planet in the Zhar system, was a closely guarded secret. But in her former role as Grand Master of the Silver Jedi Order, she’d found the final piece of the jigsaw — coordinates.
So she waited for her newest Padawan to arrive. She’d already punched the coordinates in for hyperspace travel — at least to the system — and she would trust the Force to locate the Hidden Temple when they arrived.
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