The Tomb of Jedi Knight Kroran

[Cecilia Wissen]

Cecilia walked beck to the Jedi and not Jedi, saying nothing, although she did raise her eyebrows at [member="Milo Ren"] When she finally reached him. He had made the situation more embarrassing for all involved, although the main issue was now resolved. And it didn't change the fact that Cecilia still had much to learn.

"I'm sorry, I only just reached padawan level. I certainly still have much to learn. Now gentlemen, let's see what you can teach me shall we? Do go on." As she was speaking, Cecilia started to gain back her normal charisma.

[member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

He continued to follow Milo into the next hall full of artifacts and riches beyond a scavengers wildest of dreams and imagination. To Avin, this was a hall of sacred relics belonging to the ancient order that he too swore fealty. The artworks detailing battles and stories that most of his fellow Jedi within the order could only speculate as to what had happened yet it was detailed here in brilliant paint and tapestry. The crystals around the room sizing larger than any he had seen outside of the Imperial Palace itself.

They were antiquated by the padawan once more and the air of an awkward silence clung to the atmosphere as she approached once more.

"Any apprentice that looks to wisdom and understanding can learn a lot. Especially from ancient places such as these." Avin spoke calmly as he had been re-learning to do after being undercover for so long his mannerisms still slipping now and again but the majesty of his order ensured to keep a sense of respect within his appearance and actions.

"It would be an honor to have you join us, Miss?" Avin let the question linger as he brought his head around to make eye contact with the Apprentice.

[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

@Milo

 

[Milo Ren]

"This Temple...by the Force."

Milo looked around in awe at the interior of the Temple. Paintings, priceless treasure, all enough to make even a pauper set for life. He turned to Avin and Cecilia and spoke.

"My question is, how is all of this preserved? Paintings rot. Metals lose their luster. Stay sharp. There may be something here that won't take kindly to us trespassing."

The former Ren looked at the young scholar and noticed again that she was unarmed.

"You, Je'daii. Have you had any lightsaber training?"

[member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"] [member="Kroran"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

"My name is Cecilia, and certainly." Cecilia said. Then, talking to Milo, she said

"Aye, oddly so. Makashi though. Most of the reason I wanted a saber so early. Not really useful to know how to fight with something you don't own."

Cecilia paused her walk and turned to face [member="Milo Ren"] . "Why do you ask?"

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo unclasped his lightsaber, looked at it for a moment, and then handed it over to Cecilia.

"For your protection. I don't need it. Please don't lose it."

He felt confident enough in his mastery of the Force to be able to overcome any challenges, if there were any ahead, that the Temple may have in store for them.

"You wanted to learn something, yes? Keep a weapon with you at all times. The galaxy is a nasty place, and sometimes your wits, the Force, and a lightsaber may be the only thing coming between you and a grisly death. My name's Milo, by the way."

'I don't need another death on my hands,' Milo thought to himself.

"What do you make of this?"

The question was directed to Avin. He was a Jedi, so the former Den thought he'd know more about the matter at hand.

[member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Kroran"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

Avin watched as [member="Milo Ren"] passed his own weapon to the apprentice. A most radical shift in the man's personality yet one of great trust and optimisim.

"Milo speaks many truths. Within my line of work, I see on a day to day occurrence to exactly why it is important to keep such a tool with you. You do not yet have a lightsaber of your own yet whence you do it will become the final line of defense that may keep you from death. However, you must be mindful as to all forms of combat not to allow anger or hatred for your opponent to overrun your emotions for fear of corruption by the dark side."

Avin raised his hand forward in a downwards grasping motion before his own silver and bronze saberstaff came from its position under his robes and clasped firmly in his hand. Its central body split in the center by a difference in colour where the separate saber's met in connection to forge the weapon's double-edged effect.

He looked back to Cecilia "My name is Avin Starfire, I am a Knight of the Jedi Order."

[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

"You honor me." Cecilia accepted the lightsaber, then stepping back, ignited it and gave it an experimental flourish, focusing more on how the blade felt, and paying little attention to what it looked like. It did not posess a curved hilt like the ones preferred by masters of Makashi, but it would do. She deactivated the saber, and then as she did so, did a double take. What color had it been? She reactivated it. White. "White?" she said softly. She hadn't known sabers could be white. In all of her research on the history of force organizations and their use of the force, she had never heard of white lightsabers. She realized that her confusion was rather obvious and quickly deactivated it and clipped it to her belt.

"Ahhhum anyways, uh-- Knight Starfire,thanks for the advice. Milo brings up a good point though, what do you think of these doors?"

The left side of her mouth curved into a discrete smile at the sight of the saberstaff. She used to use a normal staff herself, and perhaps would have gone on to use a weapon such as that one if she had learned a form besides Makashi. Staves simply did not have the precision the form required.

[member="Avin Starfire"] | [member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

He turned and stared at the doors thinking back to his own days as a padawan learner on the corruscanti temple. Hmm the language was familiar and he recognised some of the letters to be that of Ancient sith, nonethelss he was not fluent or even competent within the language.

"This language is one of the ancient sith languages similar to those I have seen on artifacts back at the temple on Coruscant. However, I do not know what these reads. As for the crystals, I can only assume they mark a path in semblance to their color possibly similar to those within our lightsabers in tune with the force within their respective routes. On the other hand, they could just be pretty rocks I am afraid my knowledge falls short here."

He turned back to the pair and refastened his weapon onto its belt clip.

[member="Cecilia Wissen"] [member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Kroran]

The large golden doors would soon open slowly as the pair walked closer towards them to investigate, like the main door of the Tomb these doors would let out a harsh gust of wind and dust caking the group's clothes in the residue. Once the dust had settled however the doors would reveal three narrow corridors all with decorations lined against the walls in theme of what they held. The room of "Peace" had many flowers and other forms of vegetation running across the walls and leading into the darkness that was the hallway. The room that led to "Knowledge" has many sacred texts from different cultures and languages written in silver scrawled across the walls. And the last room that led to "Force" had Vibroswords line the walls all ranging in shape in size but all flawless needless to say as not a single one of them has dulled over the last thousand years.

What will these intruders do now? Will they run away and pretend this Tomb never existed or Press on hoping to see this through to the end? Only time will tell...

[member="Milo Ren"]

[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

[member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

As the doors opened up in front of them, Cecilia stepped back, surprised. When they had finished moving, she walked in front of all of them, looking inside. "Curious." She stated.

After pacing a few more times, she stopped in front of the blue crystal door. "Well here goes nothing. Hopefully I don't die." she remarked, stepping into the room full of scrolls. She hoped this wasn't a trap, she could probably spend days in this place.


[member="Kroran"] [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo took a large step back as the three doors opened before them. Peace. Knowledge. Force. He gently sighed as he took in the limited views of the rooms he could see. Each one of them was beautiful in their own way. Cecilia stepped into the room of scrolls. That was an interesting choice. He could tell she was eager to learn all she could.

"Is it wise to separate ourselves?"

The room of Peace was calling to him, though. It was something that the former Ren had sought for a long time.

"Kark it," he muttered, and then walked briskly into the hallway full of vegetation, taking in the scents of all the plants surrounding him as he strode further down.

[member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Kroran"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Kroran]

The silver text continued to sprawl through out the walls of the tight corridor as the Scholar made her way through the cramped hallway. Eventually a bright light could be seen at the end of the tunnel and as the Scholar exited out of the claustrophobic tunnel she could see a large library filled with hundreds if not thousands of data pads and scrolls from different cultures, religions and of the Sith and the Jedi alike. The library was completely dead silent as one should with the only noise that could be heard was the foot steps of the Scholar. Unlike the main hall she was in the library was given a more calm atmosphere unlike the gold filled room that was the palace outside this room was given dark colors such as black and grey. In the middle of the room itself was a single table and a chair tucked into it awaiting for someone to use it to begin their learning.

[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Kroran]

The vegetation only got thicker and thicker, as the former Ren went down it with more of the flowers blooming as he got closer towards the exit, and after brushing away a thick green bush that was blocking the exit another Garden was revealed to Milo. Filled with ancient plants and animals long thought to have been extinct now flourishing in this large and beautiful garden, in the middle of the lush garden was a naturally formed spring which gently flowed through the water itself was crystal clear with not even a speck of dirt that could be seen and in the spring itself was priceless jewels aswell as Kyber crystals any of which could go for a hefty price on the black market.

[member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Avin Starfire]

Avin watched the other two go to their own doors in silence as he watched. The man of confliction entered the room of green and vegetation seeming to slink away into the leaves and fauna within as if disappearing into a jungle within the temple.

The young apprentice seemed to do the same within the blue crystal a room full of scrolls and writing from what Avin had seen of it. She too disappeared out of the line of view, leaving himself with the last of the three doors. The red crystal.

He gazed up at the crystal and ran his eyes down the door before gazing in once again. Weapons from a time long ago seemed to run along the wall in perfect condition. As he stepped through the door his he let his mind relax reaching out to the force for any imbalances here. After a closer examination of the first room, he had found the vibroswords had not rusted or even slightly dulled in the many thousands of years that they had sat idle no doubt untouched. Avin pushed further inside deep again in thought. It was Ironic, as if the rooms were catered to each individual. But was the sign a message of the past or a premonition of the future or merely a coincidence only time would tell.

[member="Kroran"]

 

[Kroran]

As the Jedi Knight walked through the tight corridor the Vibroswords and Axes became less frequent instead replaced with full suits of armor that was strapped against the wall ranging from Mandalorian to Gamorrean. All flawless with little to no battle scars on them, eventually the Jedi Master would reach the exit immediately greeted with two large doors. Which once opened revealed a large golden arena, which was completely empty except for eight stone coffins that lined the arena. In the middle of the sandy arena was a wall filled with various weapons similar to the ones which we're seen in the narrow corridor the Jedi Knight walked down.

[member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Novos Kolski]

"What in the name of..."

The temple itself had been unlike anything the young Pantoran had ever felt before. The planet Tython - long held to be the homeworld of the original Jedi Order - had been the obvious first step on his journey to become one of the hallowed warriors, and ever since he'd stepped onto the world he'd known why. The world was practically teeming with an energy he'd felt in only trace amounts on Naboo; it was like going one's whole life knowing only rain and suddenly beholding the majesty and power of a river. Novan had stayed at the starport only long enough to get the briefest of rests, his excitement and determination completely overriding his need to sleep during the charter vessel's journey to Tython. And when his short respite was done, on pure instinct, Novan had begun to walk.

He'd walked until he came across a gate. The gate itself was utterly unremarkable, but the lock that had held it in place had caught Novan's bright yellow eye. It had been cut. And the cut was a crisp one at that, with almost none of the scoring or charring he would have expected to find from a plasma torch. In his research, he'd learned that the Jedi's ancestral weapon - the appropriately-named lightsaber, as it was called - could cut through rock and metal as though they were air. Had such a weapon been used here? Novan tugged at the lock only to instantly jerk his hand away before the radiant heat burnt his blue skin.

Someone had. Recently.

This was his chance.

Grinning from ear to ear, Novan broke into a run through the temple gate, his boots stomping through the thick mud of the jungle and carrying him ever forward to his destiny. His run became a sprint, and with each step against the ground Novan could almost feel himself getting faster. The kyber crystal around his neck seemed to impart energy each time it slapped against his chest, empowering the Pantoran to push just that much faster. Exhilarated, Novan's grin cracked even wider; in all his life, even as an athlete, he could not remember ever going as fast as he was right now. Not even close. And for all the effort it was taking him, Novan might as well have been taking a light stroll around Kaadara. Is this it, he asked himself, is this my power?

Is this the Force?

His sprint came to a dead stop as he reached a clearing. Before him was a temple the likes of which Novan had never seen before. It was unmarred by the ravages of the jungle. Its gilded edifices were as shiny as they'd been when it was first built. And as beautiful as it was, Novan couldn't help but feel it...gaudy. Naboo and its people always had a sense of opulence and elegance, but it had always been restrained. Whoever had built this place had gone all-out, and for a religion as chaste and monastic as he understood the Jedi to be, Novan couldn't help but feel strange in looking at it. Not that it would stop him, though.

What would stop him, however, was his body's sudden exhaustion. As if the effects of exercise had simply glitched out, the aches, breathlessness, and soreness that came with running at full-tilt hit Novan with force, causing the young man to double over in an instant. Forcing himself forward, his coughs bounced across the walls as he leaned on one for support, eager to find whoever had cut through the lock and was doubtlessly within the ornate tomb...

[member="Kroran"]
[member="Avin Starfire"]
[member="Milo Ren"]
[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Milo Ren]

Milo had to basically fight through the vegetation to get out of the hallway. The path in front of him revealed another garden, with a crystal-clear spring in the center. Flora and fauna of all sorts grew in abundance throughout the area. He breathed in deeply, smelling the air. It was clean, and refreshing.

"What is this?"

In the bottom of the pool, there was amassed an assortment of jewels and other precious rocks. Kyber crystals too. Milo looked around warily. This seemed to be too good to be true. Was it a trap? Only one way to find out.

Reaching into the pool, the former Ren procured a fist-sized ruby and waited.

"Kark," he muttered. He was without a lightsaber. But that didn't matter. He still had his wits, and the Force was his ally.

[member="Novos Kolski"] [member="Kroran"] [member="Avin Starfire"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Kroran]

As the former Ren took a handful of Rubies in his hand the Garden suddenly started to shake as if he had awoken a creature that had been in dormant for this past thousand years awaiting for some one greedy to come along and try and pluck a few of the precious stones from the spring. Suddenly several Rakghouls rose from nearby bushes letting out several snarls and growls as they emerged from the vegetation, the monsters proceeded to haste their way towards the former Ren a few of them jumping in the ait wishing to pounce him.

[member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Milo Ren]

"Just as expected," Milo sighed as the ground beneath him began to shake.

Four Rakghouls emerged from the bushes of the garden, growling and snarling as they shambled over to the former Ren.

"Rakghouls? I thought the disease was eradicated years ago. Well, it appears it's time to finish the job."

Two of them pounced, closing the distance between them and Milo astonishingly quickly. But he was quicker. Extending a palm out, Milo sent out a wave of telekinetic energy that sent the beasts flying back. That bought him time to think of a strategy. He didn't want to get too close to the Rakghouls. One bite was a death sentence. No, he had to engage them from afar. But with what?

Milo looked in his hand. The assortment of rubies and other gems were still in his grasp.

"You want the treasure, eh? Take it."

He let go of the jewels, but instead of falling to the ground, they floated around the former Ren. The group of Rakghoul snarled and hissed, slowly encroaching forward while Milo stood and waited.

Whizz!​

The gems flew through the air faster than one could perceive straight towards the abominations. It was as if shrapnel from a grenade hit them. Instantly, the four creatures were shattered, jewels cutting through diseased flesh, turning bone into splinter. The beasts stood there for a moment, then fell together, in unity.

"Well, that's that," Milo quipped, returning the bloody gems back to their place in the water.

[member="Kroran"] [member="Novos Kolski"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"] [member="Avin Starfire"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

Cecilia hadn't encountered any traps so far, as she had meandered through the library, happily picking up random writings, reading for a few minutes, then returning them and moving on to another item. Most likely there was a trap of some sort, that had merely failed to activate immediately. She would probably have to deal with that very soon if it did exist. However, for now, nothing was happening, and Cecilia had forgotten completely about the dangers that could have been in the tomb, or even that she was in a tomb at all. She was utterly and totally engrossed in her reading.

Finishing the section of the book she had most recently picked up, Cecilia returned it to it's shelf and looked around the library for her next target. Perhaps though, she noticed something else...


[member="Kroran"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Novos Kolski"]