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Team Professor Linny found that she had very little to add. She recognised nothing on the datapad that the Professor showed, aside from the obvious presence of a few neon signs. Nobody really needed a teenage Annfyn to point out the cultural significance of signage, really, did they? She...

A vulture droid? Linny wasn't familiar, though technology had never been her thing. She kept watching it, giggling slightly as it watched the butterfly. Whatever it was, it seemed rather more harmless than the Master was projecting. She saw the door open outside and Master Kedo step out...

Ava's message slipped into her mind, giving Linny a little fright. She'd never really enjoyed telepathic communication. Felt a little wrong, though she appreciated that speaking normally now wasn't particularly easy to do. "Okay thanks!" she sent back, giving a nervous thumbs up as she swam...

Team Professor The presence of her friend, Kaedan, was welcome as Linny frantically scribbled down every word that came out of the Professor's mouth. Oh, the things she was already learning! Her stylus moved over the datapad quickly, before she felt the tendrils of something cold and wrong...

I can't believe I'm heeeeeere!!! The Maw! Incredibly deadly! Absolutely dangerous! Endlessly fascinating! Especially since those strange readings had started. For once, Linny was caught between two extremes of personality: endless nerves over what might be happening with the Maw, versus...

The Master's messages seemed irate... which was not out of character. It was just her luck to get the attention of Master Kedo, of all people. Linny took her datapad over to the window again, tapping gently on the hardened glass. "Meeko?" she called out again, hoping it was the droid's...

Ava leapt right into the water with ease. Moving with grace, spinning, slicing into the water with barely more than a few ripples. She watched her swim up, her head poking above the waves. Seemed like they were doing this. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming!" she said, putting her datapad down. Even...

Champala The skiff swished on the water as it meandered around ancient tree and draping vine. Linny held on for dear life as it swayed around, threatening to rock and toss her aside with every bump or glide over something in the water. On her belt, the little datapad beeped as they moved...

It was a droid. A strange droid with it's head on some sort of stick? When it bonked it's head on the glass, Linny stepped back a little. It left a small mark on the toughened glass. A droid that smacked it's head against windows and peered through into dorm rooms? "Meeko?" she repeated...

Linny yawned as she looked up from her desk. Studying was about all she seemed to do these days. Study, then practice saber forms, then help tend to the Temple. Since the Crusaders had taken off on their missions, the whole place had an empty, stagnant feel to it. Just as if everybody was...

Alienor had heard enough. She, like the other padawans present, felt like her words would carry no weight. These were brave and bold Jedi, who had been at the frontline of the fight against the Dark. Their frustrations poured out and formed into action. She could understand that. They could...

Returning home after such a long time away was always going to be an emotional time. Linny knew that she would always feel the pull of Annwfyn in her heart, that the call of her family and friends and home would never leave her. It should've been a moment of joy but now it was mildly clouded...

Alienor arrived late. It felt strange, being back in a chamber like this in the midst of debate, after she'd spent time learning. Training. Doing things. Before she stepped through the door, she had thought that she'd more able to contribute. More confident in her own abilities and...

The droid and the datapad were a lot more concrete of a lead than just speaking random words at a door. Even if it didn't work out, it'd get her out from the endless argument of the two knights. Nodding at Vayla, Alienor slipped the cataloguing datapad into her satchel. The work could always...

A Pantoran knight had arrived, fresh to add to the interminable argument that the two others had. She raised a good point, though. If the native Burinja were worshippers of the Force, then it leaned more to that side of things. What did Alienor think? Not very much. She leaned slightly...