Private The Safest Place in the Galaxy

[Ishani Dinn]

Upon reaching Eloise, Ishani gave the girl a hug and a scolding. Marcus stayed obediently behind, watching Tiland speed into the room.

"Wow! Flying!" he exclaimed.

Ishani, gripping Eloise's hand in hers, finally looked up to see what was inside. It looked like it had been a bedroom, and Tiland was already examining a small box. "No traps?" she asked. They hadn't encountered anything of the sort so far...

Tiland Kortun

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Ishani Dinn

Tiland slowed and studied the room carefully, before shaking his head with a soft laugh. "No, no traps. But I think this might be our treasure. Much trickier than the door, I think, though." He pursed his lips and hefted the firebox to carry it out into the main room where sunlight shone in through the doorway as he studied.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be a biometric lock. That would be... difficult, at least until he could retrieve his lightsaber. Perhaps some of the ORION officers on-world would be able to access it. "Does anyone know how to pick locks?"

 

[Ishani Dinn]

"I do!" Marcus announced.

"Don't be silly," his mother said. "You don't know how to pick locks."

"I do too!" the boy protested. Approaching the box, he waved his hand in front of it. The Force rippled, and to Ishani's shock (and horror) the lock clicked audibly.

"Where... did you...?" she questioned, but Marcus merely gave her a big smile and stepped away from the box.

Tiland Kortun​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Ishani Dinn

Tiland grinned at the display of the Force and the ease with which the younglings had opened the chest, much to their mother's surprise. He did enjoy such things, and the little surprises that younglings could give their parents. Always underestimating them, they were, and it always ended up false. Childers would surpass their parents in most cases.

"Ah, excellent, thank you," Tiland said, beaming down at Marcus. "Very well done, Marcus. Let's take a look, shall well?" He lowered himself to the floor and sifted through the datacards in the crate before coming up with a scrap of old-fashioned paper, with a long string of numbers scrawled across it.

He frowned in thought. "I am no expert in navigation. Would these look like coordinates?"

 

[Ishani Dinn]

"I'm no expert either, but those do look like coordinates," Ishani replied, recovering quickly from the shock of Marcus' lockpicking skills. I wonder where he picked those up...

"I can punch them into my navicomputer and see what comes up. It can't hurt to try, right?"

Tiland Kortun​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Ishani Dinn

"That seems like a very reasonable course of action," Tiland conceded, handing the document over to her. "It should indeed be interesting, I think."

He turned and looked slowly around the room and let out a long breath. "I suppose really, I should have these things packed away somewhere safe."

He made a mental note of it to leave a note with the local ORION training facility to see that Kiyron's belongings were secured safely away should he ever return.