Mallory's travels took her far and wide across the galaxy. It was not often however that they took her as far away from the hustle and bustle of the galaxy as Svivren however. At the terminus of the Five Veils Trade route on the ass end of the Galactic south, it was about as far in that direction as she had managed to wander in her years.
The reasoning for her trip there was obscure, but she supposed she could call it a hunch. And from her perspective as a researcher and active user of arcane knowledge of the force, any hunch she felt she had was best to be followed up on with due haste.
Svivren itself was a mountainous world, with harsh seasons. The authoritarian planetary authority had strict laws against the ownership of weapons or the perpetration of violence, enforced by immediate public execution. It made Mallory a bit antsy and she didn't want to spend much more time there than necessary, but she figured she didn't have much to worry about. She had never been much inclined to violence, and owned no weapons of note.
It was a swelteringly hot day, deep in the middle of Svivreni summer and Mallory could feel the sweat trickling beneath her clothes even in the mildly climate controlled library of the Svivreni Xenominerology Institute. She has obtained entrance to the institute under the false pretense of being a researcher from the Archeology Research Cooperative. The ARC of course was a non-existent entity, but that wasn't for the authorities at the Institute to know.
She was seated at a computer terminal, the display showing miniscule lines of ponderous text. Paper printouts and books were stacked around her as she thumbed through a printout of the thing that had brought her to Svivren in the first place. A mineralogical study of kyber crystals conducted by a current student at the Institute, one Fwen Tabri.
It was truly groundbreaking stuff from Mallory's perspective, a deep study on the different mineralogical properties of the crystals. It had of course been dismissed out of hand by Tabri’s peers. Mallory suspected the reason being for that dismissal was due to the peers lacking a certain perspective on the living crystals. That perspective being a burgeoning latent force sensitivity that she believed Ms. Tabri might be tapping into.
Mallory would have loved to meet the student and discussed her research. Unfortunately, shortly after publishing the study, Fwen Tabri had gone suddenly missing. The university authorities assumed she had merely dropped out in shame from the lack of acceptance of her thesis, it happened all the time. Mallory was suspicious of that conclusion however, and was beginning to draw her own narrative.
The reasoning for her trip there was obscure, but she supposed she could call it a hunch. And from her perspective as a researcher and active user of arcane knowledge of the force, any hunch she felt she had was best to be followed up on with due haste.
Svivren itself was a mountainous world, with harsh seasons. The authoritarian planetary authority had strict laws against the ownership of weapons or the perpetration of violence, enforced by immediate public execution. It made Mallory a bit antsy and she didn't want to spend much more time there than necessary, but she figured she didn't have much to worry about. She had never been much inclined to violence, and owned no weapons of note.
It was a swelteringly hot day, deep in the middle of Svivreni summer and Mallory could feel the sweat trickling beneath her clothes even in the mildly climate controlled library of the Svivreni Xenominerology Institute. She has obtained entrance to the institute under the false pretense of being a researcher from the Archeology Research Cooperative. The ARC of course was a non-existent entity, but that wasn't for the authorities at the Institute to know.
She was seated at a computer terminal, the display showing miniscule lines of ponderous text. Paper printouts and books were stacked around her as she thumbed through a printout of the thing that had brought her to Svivren in the first place. A mineralogical study of kyber crystals conducted by a current student at the Institute, one Fwen Tabri.
It was truly groundbreaking stuff from Mallory's perspective, a deep study on the different mineralogical properties of the crystals. It had of course been dismissed out of hand by Tabri’s peers. Mallory suspected the reason being for that dismissal was due to the peers lacking a certain perspective on the living crystals. That perspective being a burgeoning latent force sensitivity that she believed Ms. Tabri might be tapping into.
Mallory would have loved to meet the student and discussed her research. Unfortunately, shortly after publishing the study, Fwen Tabri had gone suddenly missing. The university authorities assumed she had merely dropped out in shame from the lack of acceptance of her thesis, it happened all the time. Mallory was suspicious of that conclusion however, and was beginning to draw her own narrative.