Private The Relics of Timora

[Roman Vossari]

Timora | Jedi Cruiser
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corvin Strix

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As the Jedi Cruiser emerged from hyperspace, the colorful expanse of the Outer Rim spread out before Padawan Roman Vossari like a flickering canvas—a swirl of distant stars, nebulae casting shadows, and the vibrant blue-green orb of Timora slowly coming into focus. Roman stood at the viewport, his pulse quickening with excitement. This was his chance. At last, a mission that felt as worthy of his skills as his ambitions.

He gazed out at Timora, a planet teeming with potential and cultural richness, marveling at the intricate patterns of its landmasses, lush forests, and the endless seas that offered promise of undiscovered mysteries. Roman couldn't help but feel that the stolen artifacts--ancient relics of a time long past--were calling to him. They were treasures that not only belonged to the natives of Timora but also held pieces of history that tied together the broader narrative of the Outer Rim worlds. A chance to secure their return was more than just retrieval; it was a quest for justice, responsibility, and a step toward becoming a Jedi Knight.

He turned to the small cabin behind him where his belongings were hastily packed. The mission had come together so quickly that he barely had time to consider his strategy. Roman grinned to himself. This mission would showcase that, and he would show everyone, especially Corvin Strix, just how capable he was.

There was a sharp hiss as the door slid open, and Roman turned, expecting to see Corvin enter. Instead, it was a stern-looking Jedi Master who strode into the room. He offered Roman a nod. "The Council believes it is important for you two to learn from each other. It won't always be easy, Roman, but it may be worth it."

"Yes, Master," Roman replied, suppressing a smirk. He was determined to show them all he was worthy, and if that pairing up with someone he didn't know for a time, he could work with that. "I'll make it work."

As the Master left, Roman's attention shifted back to Timora, the ship's systems hum completing a framework of tranquility around him. Time dripped slowly; moments slipped away like sand through fingers. Where was Corvin? The anticipation was palpable, and the solitude of the cabin felt suffocating. Roman could already envision their first steps on the vibrant planet. The thrill of adventure tinged the air, the notion of difficult obstacles ahead only fueling his excitement.

 

[Corvin Strix]

Corvin had been deep in thought in the small cabin provided to him. The modest room reminded him of his time aboard 'The Veilrunner', his late father's ship. His mind was preoccupied with the upcoming mission—an adventure paired with another Padawan. He still couldn't quite grasp why he, of all the Padawans, had been chosen for this mission, especially in the Outer Rim, a region that didn't exactly stir the fondest of memories for him.

A sharp squawk from his avian companion snapped him out of his introspection. He had a feeling they had arrived at their destination—either that, or he had been lost in thought far longer than he realized. Pushing aside the spiral of uncertainty, a growing sense of wonder began to fill him, enough that he rose from his seat and headed toward the ship's viewing deck, eager to catch a glimpse of the planet below.

As Corvin made his way through the cruiser, the faint metallic tapping of his armor, hidden beneath his feather-adorned robes, echoed softly with each step. He paused briefly at the door, stepping aside to let what he assumed was a Jedi Master pass. His blank, sightless gaze, concealed by the dark blue blindfold, shifted toward another figure in the room. Judging by his presence, Corvin guessed this was his assigned companion for the mission.

"Ah, Roman, I presume?"


Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Timora | Jedi Cruiser
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corvin Strix

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Roman turned at the sound of Corvin's voice, a faint smile spreading across his face as he sized up his new partner. Roman had only briefly studied the histories of the Miralukan people; their unique way of perceiving the universe intrigued him as much as it unsettled him. In the absence of sight, they were said to possess an acute connection to the Force and a deep understanding of their surroundings beyond what most could perceive. He was eager to learn more from Corvin, to experience how they could complement one another's skills on their mission.

"Yes, that's me," Roman replied enthusiastically, extending a hand in greeting. "It's good to finally meet you, Corvin. I look forward to working together."

Roman felt a swell of pride at Corvin's acknowledgment but then turned his attention back to the viewport. The vibrant hues of Timora were drawing closer now, a swirl of greens and blues contrasting against the cool void of space. The atmosphere of the cabin crackled with anticipation, creating a bond between the two young Jedi as they prepared to dive into their mission.

Before he could inquire further about Corvin's experiences, an audible beep startled Roman, drawing his attention to the datapad resting on his hip. The device's screen lit up with urgency, announcing their impending departure. With a quick resolute nod toward Corvin, Roman moved swiftly toward the exit of the cabin.

"Looks like it's time to head to the shuttle," Roman said, an infectious excitement bubbling in his voice. As they navigated the twisting corridors of the cruiser, he glanced at Corvin. "Have you ever been this far out into the Outer Rim?"

"We're supposed to be hunting down several artifacts that are vital to the Timoran culture," he explained, trying to gauge Corvin's reaction. "That's why I just hope it's a simple case of petty theft--not something more dangerous involving pirates or smugglers. The people of Timora deserve their history returned without complication."

The air between them thrummed with a shared sense of purpose as they boarded the shuttle. Roman settled into his seat, turning his gaze to Corvin, who maintained his characteristic calm. "I believe these artifacts can bridge cultural gaps and expand our understanding. Together, I'm sure we can acquire them safely."

Corvin's silent visage showed nothing but a quiet resolve, but Roman sensed the steady pulse of determination within him. With a nod of mutual understanding exchanged between them, the shuttle's engines roared to life, ready to plunge them into the vibrant tapestry of Timora below.

 

[Corvin Strix]

"Ah, good to know I've found the right person," Corvin said, grasping Roman's hand in greeting. His pale features softened into a small smile at Roman's words. "Likewise, Roman. I have a feeling we'll both learn a lot from each other on this mission."

Corvin's attention drifted momentarily to the viewport, his senses almost overwhelmed by the way the Force seemed to pulsate from the planet below. It was an odd sensation, as if the planet itself was alive with energy. But before he could dwell on it, Roman's sudden movements signaled it was time to depart for the surface.

"Adventure from here on out," Corvin remarked quietly, his tone laced with both excitement and curiosity. He followed closely behind Roman, making sure to keep pace and not get lost in the maze-like corridors of the ship.

As they walked, Corvin's thoughts wandered back to his past. "I've been to the Outer Rim a few times during my early years," he mentioned casually. "Growing up on a smuggler's ship meant we spent a good chunk of time out there. What about you?"

He listened carefully as Roman explained the mission's purpose, tilting his head slightly in thought. "Do we know what these relics are? Even a basic description would help us identify them faster, even if only by a small percentage."

Though the task seemed straightforward, Corvin couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it. If smugglers were involved, there was a slim chance he could gather some personal intel alongside their assigned mission. His curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "Is this planet known for smugglers or pirates? If so, there's a chance the relics could have ended up with them."

As Roman turned toward him, Corvin nodded in agreement with his final point. "Culture is vital. Without it, the people could lose their sense of identity entirely."

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Timora
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corvin Strix

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As the shuttle glided gracefully through the shimmering atmosphere of Timora, Roman felt a sense of familiarity wash over him. Although he had grown up on Serenno, a planet that often grappled with its own dark undercurrents, the sights and sounds of the Outer Rim felt strangely akin. He marveled at how the vibrant hues of the landscape below contrasted with the vacuum of space they had just traversed.

Turning towards Corvin, Roman couldn't suppress a grin. "You know, I grew up in the Outer Rim, too--on Serenno. There were always colorful characters buzzing about, but I've always found those like-minded to our cause. It made me appreciate the weight of culture even more. It's fascinating to think about your upbringing on a smuggler's ship. I can see how that experience could come in handy, especially if we run into any unsavory types today."

Corvin nodded, a slight smirk dancing on his lips. Roman took a moment to absorb the quiet confidence emanating from his partner. It was comforting, knowing that each of them brought unique perspectives to their mission.

His fingers deftly scrolled through the datapad clipped to his belt as the shuttle began its descent. The rough images of the relics displayed on the screen drew his focus, and he shared the findings with Corvin, pointing out a particularly intriguing visual. "It seems these relics were weapons from an ancient Timoran era. Each hilt is embedded with a crystal--they believe it's essential to their identity as a people. It's no wonder the artifacts hold such significance."

Roman nodded, then continued, "Upon arrival, we'll be meeting with a tribal leader who might have more insights into this situation. Perhaps he can enlighten us on whether smugglers or pirates are involved."

The shuttle settled onto Timora's surface, its engines humming to a gradual stop. Roman felt a flutter of anticipation as the doors hissed open, revealing a procession of Timorans adorned in colorful traditional attire, their faces a mix of concern and hope. At their center stood the tribal leader, a tall figure with weathered features that spoke of wisdom and resilience.

As the two Jedi disembarked, Roman bowed respectfully, mirroring Corvin's gesture. The leader welcomed them with a warm greeting that contrasted sharply with the atmosphere of unease surrounding the gathering.

"Welcome, Jedi," the leader said, his voice deep and commanding. "We are grateful for your presence."

As they walked together into the tribal hall, Roman observed the reverence in the Timorans' eyes. Inside, a small ceremonial fire flickered in the center of the dome-like room, inviting and serene. Roman chose to sit cross-legged on the ground, instinctively preferring the intimacy of the ground beneath him.

As the circle of Timorans formed around the flame, the leader began to explain their plight. "Mercenaries and smugglers have threatened our way of life, insisting we vacate our settlement, as it sits upon a vast vein of untapped Doonium. As you may have surmised, our relics have also been targeted. We suspect they have been taken to coax us into leaving."

Roman exchanged a meaningful glance with Corvin, considering the dangerous implications. It seemed there was a deeper plot at work here. "What do you think would be the next move for the smugglers?" Roman whispered to Corvin, still conscious of the tribal leader's ongoing narrative but needing the insight of his partner.

 

[Corvin Strix]

Once inside the shuttle, Corvin found a relatively comfortable spot to stand as the craft began its descent toward the planet's surface. As Roman shared stories of growing up in the Outer Rim, Corvin's mind wandered. He wondered how many other Padawans or Jedi Knights had come from the galaxy's far reaches. With an Order as vast as the New Jedi Order, surely a significant number of its members hailed from the Outer Rim's scattered worlds.

"A lot of moving from one place to another can make a person long for some stability," Corvin mused, his lips curving into a slight smile. "Joining the Order has been a blessing in that way." He chuckled lightly before adding, "Though, I had some early lessons in dealing with difficult people—thanks to my mother. Out of everyone on the ship, she was the one nobody dared to cross. She used to be a member of the Sun Guard mercenaries."

As his laugh faded, Corvin's attention shifted to the images of the relics they were here to recover. Even from the pictures, he could sense their cultural significance to the planet. This only deepened his resolve to retrieve the stolen items. "I wonder if these artifacts are imbued with the Force in some way," he speculated aloud, his curiosity piqued.

The rest of the shuttle trip passed with Corvin lost in thought, pondering why the relics had been taken in the first place. Sure, they looked valuable—likely worth a hefty sum of credits—but was greed really the only motive behind the theft? The time for deeper consideration would have to wait, though, as the shuttle landed and they were greeted by their contact. Corvin made sure not to fall behind, staying close to Roman as they navigated the unfamiliar terrain.

Before long, they found themselves in the tribal hall, listening to the chief's concerns about the growing presence of unsavory types on the planet. As Roman asked for Corvin's input, he replied thoughtfully, drawing on his past experiences.

"In my experience, they're either looking for a buyer or arranging a meeting with whoever hired them. Sometimes, the person behind the theft might have arrived on the planet recently. We could check to see if any strangers have turned up around here lately."

His mind raced with possible leads, ready to piece together the mystery of the missing relics.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Timora | Tribal Hall
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corvin Strix

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As the gathering around the ceremonial fire began to dissolve into hushed conversations among the Timorans, Roman felt a growing urgency to act. Corvin's words resonated within him, sparking an idea that bubbled just beneath the surface. He nodded in agreement with his fellow Padawan, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

"We should start by heading to the nearest city," Roman suggested, his voice steady yet laced with resolve. "If there's any movement among suspicious groups, we might find someone who knows more about why the relics were taken and who might be behind it."

As they both prepared to rise from their seated positions, Roman's gaze drifted towards the entrance of the tribal hall. A sense of wariness crept over him when he noticed a set of locals stationed near the door, their expressions serious and alert. They were armed, standing with an air of formidable vigilance. His intuition nudged him with unease, causing him to halt mid-motion.

"Chief," Roman began, turning slowly back toward the tribal leader with a furrowed brow. "Do you always have guards at the entrance of the hall? I noticed--" he gestured towards the vigilant locals-- "there's a presence of watchful eyes here."

The leader nodded, his expression turning somber. "Indeed, young Jedi. We maintain a presence at the hall at all times, especially with the threats we've faced lately. Our most valued artifacts are secured here. We cannot afford to be careless."

Roman shifted slightly, absorbing this information. "Can you tell us who was on guard duty the night the relics were taken?"

After a moment's hesitation, the leader's face creased with concern, then he gestured towards one of his tribesmen, who had shifted uneasily beside him. "Hara was in charge that night. She knows every entrance and exit of this hall, as well as the faces of everyone who frequents it."

"Thank you," Roman replied, stepping forward with purpose. "Can you bring Hara to us?"

The leader nodded and turned, summoning Hara with a wave of his hand. As she entered the hall, Roman felt the tension in the air subtly shift. There was a clarity to their purpose now--they were not merely fighting for the Timorans' present; they were also piecing together vital information about the past events leading to this crisis. The relics, the thieves, the mercenaries--they were all interconnected, and as Jedi, it was their duty to shine a light on the shadows lurking within this tribal enclave. Roman looked to Corvin, seeing if he was picking up what was being suggested. Roman let Corvin take the lead, if this was the one standing guard that night, maybe she saw something or knew something more...

 

[Corvin Strix]

"Agreed. If the city has a cantina, that could be a good place to start," Corvin said, nodding thoughtfully. "Or we could check the spaceport to see if any unfamiliar ships have landed between now and when the items were first reported missing."

As Roman continued to speak with the chief, Corvin let his gaze wander around the room. He couldn't help but wonder if this was where the relics had been taken from. The idea of an inside job crossed his mind—it wouldn't be the first time he'd encountered such a situation. Still, it was just a suspicion for now.

His thoughts were interrupted when the conversation shifted. A guard left to fetch another, one who had been on watch the night the relics disappeared. When the guard—Hara—entered the room, Corvin took the opportunity to step forward and ask a few questions.

"You were on watch the night the incident occurred, correct?" His voice was calm but probing. "Did you notice anyone out of the ordinary during your shift?"

The questions were straightforward, but Corvin was paying close attention to Hara's body language and tone. He wanted to see if there was any nervousness or hesitation that might indicate this guard knew more than they were letting on.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Timora | Tribal Hall
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corvin Strix

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As Corvin stepped boldly into the fray, Roman watched with keen interest, his instincts finely tuned to the subtle nuances of the encounter. Corvin's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air, and Roman felt a flicker of hope--this might be the breakthrough they needed.

"Are you certain you were alone during your watch?" Roman interjected, feeling the urge to probe deeper into Hara's recollections. "Even the smallest detail could be significant." He noticed her posture tighten slightly at the question, suggesting that perhaps her memory was not as clear as she had hoped.

Hara's gaze darted around the room, her brow furrowing as she considered her response. "Yes I was on guard duty, it was a usual quiet night. I… I felt I was alone," she stammered, her voice wavering slightly.

Roman added, "Or perhaps even shadows skirting the hall? It's easy to overlook someone passing through the dim light." He noted the way Hara's eyes almost imperceptibly widened at his mention of shadows, as though a memory had begun to resurface.

"I heard something, I think," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the guard posts are often filled with echoes. I thought it was just the wind, or…something from the cantina down the road."

 

[Corvin Strix]

Corvin's hunch had been right—the guard clearly knew more than they were letting on. He took a step back, allowing Roman to take the lead with his questioning. This gave Corvin a chance to observe Hara's reactions more closely, while also discreetly keeping his Force senses attuned to the other guards for any subtle responses or shifts in behavior.

As he studied Hara, Corvin noticed the guard seemed to struggle with recalling the events of that night. It was almost as if the memory itself was clouded, perhaps by drugs or even a Force ability used to blur their recollection. When Hara mentioned shadows, it seemed to unlock something deeper, a flicker of realization in their expression.

Corvin seized the moment, his voice calm but probing. "This commotion you heard—did it sound like it was made by something human? Or more like a machine?"

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Timora | Tribal Hall​

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Corvin Strix

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Hara's brow furrowed as she struggled to piece together the fragmented memories of that night. She glanced nervously at Corvin, her eyes darting back and forth. Her voice wavered when she finally spoke.

"I—It sounded human, I think. But..." She trailed off, her expression clouding over. "There's something...off about my memory. It's like a fog, a thick fog that I can't seem to push through."

Roman, standing a bit to the side, leaned in suggesting to Corvin, "She might have been drugged."

Hara took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the floor. "I... I think I might have fallen asleep on the job. The night was quiet, and the shadows from the cantina's lights were dancing on the wall. I caught myself staring at them, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sound of loud cheers."

Her voice grew softer, almost apologetic. "I'm sorry, I should have been more alert. I don't know what happened, but I remember the shadows, and then the noise. That's all I can recall."