Chief Librarian
On the morning of their arrival, Kass found Oukranos leaning against the side of the ship, his blue eyes fixed upon the lake where the Silver Rest had once stood. Tall and majestic trees transplanted from elsewhere on Kashyyyk grew along the water’s edge. The landscaping was so well done, if they hadn’t memorized the exact coordinates they wouldn’t have been able to find it among the rest of the forest.
Seeing it like this had been something of a shock—when the Cthyllas left for Coruscant, the Rest had been partially destroyed in a terrorist attack, but a few buildings had remained standing amid the rubble and there were plans to rebuild. But with the dissolution of the Silver Concord, not a trace of the original campus remained. It had been completely filled in, as if it had never been there in the first place.
“Nothing ever lasts, does it,” Kass murmured, eyes blinking slowly and tentacles curling and uncurling. “This is where I grew up, where I learned how to be a Jedi. And now it’s just gone.”
Oukranos didn’t speak, but she felt his gaze shift to her as he brushed against her in the Force, soothing her. He turned around and headed up the ship’s ramp, returning a minute later carrying a backpack full of supplies. “Ready when you are,” he said.
Right. They were here to check on the various villages and facilities in the surrounding area, many of which had been established by the Jedi decades ago. The Silver Rest may have been gone, but its roots in the rest of Kashyyyk ran deep. “I’m all right,” Kass said, before turning to find the third member of their little party: Master Amani Serys, the Chief Healer.
Seeing it like this had been something of a shock—when the Cthyllas left for Coruscant, the Rest had been partially destroyed in a terrorist attack, but a few buildings had remained standing amid the rubble and there were plans to rebuild. But with the dissolution of the Silver Concord, not a trace of the original campus remained. It had been completely filled in, as if it had never been there in the first place.
“Nothing ever lasts, does it,” Kass murmured, eyes blinking slowly and tentacles curling and uncurling. “This is where I grew up, where I learned how to be a Jedi. And now it’s just gone.”
Oukranos didn’t speak, but she felt his gaze shift to her as he brushed against her in the Force, soothing her. He turned around and headed up the ship’s ramp, returning a minute later carrying a backpack full of supplies. “Ready when you are,” he said.
Right. They were here to check on the various villages and facilities in the surrounding area, many of which had been established by the Jedi decades ago. The Silver Rest may have been gone, but its roots in the rest of Kashyyyk ran deep. “I’m all right,” Kass said, before turning to find the third member of their little party: Master Amani Serys, the Chief Healer.
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