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“No, I would not,” Myrell actually interrupted the padawan’s example to answer. Genuinely baffled. The man was experienced, by his own admission, older than her and scientifically-minded, and to hear such a logically shallow take from him actually shocked her. A crease appeared between her...

Myrell took note of the padawan’s unease, but she didn’t intervene. His feelings were his to own. If anything, the sore spot confirmed she’d been right to ask. These investigations often entailed hard questions for the subject. “The Order has no qualms with your experiment,” she answered...

And there it was. The great question. The Jedi Lords and Army of Light. Myrell’s mind was made immediately, reflexively. But as she sat through the proposal, the reactions, the objections, listening to the points her peers made, she reconsidered, over and over, only to ceaselessly arrive to...

And so she had her answer. No consideration prior to the experiment, though whether it was negligence or purely unexpectable remained to be seen. In the meantime, Myrell was glad her plan to take his mind elsewhere bore fruit as the padawan lost himself in explanations of Nu-Vaal lore. Only...

It was like a fight, the way Tython’s serenity competed with the somberness of the gathering. Myrell’anay hadn’t spent as much time here as she liked, habitually kept busy by medbays and civilization. But this was different. Every familiar face present could feel it. These were the people...

“Enheartening, yes.” For everyone involved, Myrell didn’t add. She let the Nu-Vaal go on, punctuating his answer with here a nod, here a concerned frown. The healer could sense Alhazred’s unrest without needing his testimony, but the words he employed were telling. Tenebrous shadows...

So violence was chosen, and from the Jedi’s own side, but if Myrell had reservations she was not about to admonish the two younger knights or hold them back. All the contrary. Deep inside, she knew it necessary. Only she wouldn’t let herself jump into the fray, either. Too practical to stand...

Myrell’anay had always been a pacifist. There was a question to be asked here, whether contributing to the ritual and the growing darkness in itself was threat enough to invoke self defense and resort to violence, but now was not the time to ponder it. Natalie had the right of it. There was...

The knight listened intently to Alhazred’s recounting. She knew about the experiment from the records she’d consulted prior to the meeting, but it was always better to hear it from the mouth of the person involved. There was a point Myrell wanted to raise, but that would wait. “I am told he...

As they went, the feeling didn’t ease. Myrell uttered a quick word in response and in her allies rose a sense of warmth and hope, courage to face the grim unknown without faltering. On the outside, she kept up the regular looks over her shoulder, only now more deliberate and less frantic...

Young. Myrell almost stopped in her tracks, so taken aback she was. She hadn’t been called that in almost fifteen years, not to mention the awkwardness of it coming from a padawan to a knight. Or to a Justicar by the subject of her investigation. But beyond the initial surprise, the comment...

Starlight Beacon Two days after the events of A Simple Experiment It wasn’t surprising they’d come to Myrell’anay for this. She was first and foremost a healer, a voice of reason, what the padawan needed most in that moment. Like him, she had a scientific mind. And she was a Jedi Justicar...

As much as Myrell hated jumping to conclusions over a single set of prints, when the stitching hypothesis was brought up, she had trouble keeping it out of her mind. She always strove to avoid tunnel vision, to consider every option and not only the obvious one, especially over evidence so...

“Children. Please.” Blood and gore had long since stopped fazing the aging healer, but there was the slightest crack in her stoic façade as most of the five Jedi present seemed more eager to discuss prom and puke in hair rather than progress their investigation—or deal with the grim subject...

The fog made it hard to see much, but Myrell didn’t let it disquiet her. She wasn’t the type to ascribe moral meaning to a natural phenomenon. Their mission was their mission, and water droplets were water droplets. “I doubt it was a fire, if it went out so quickly,” she said. “That said, I...

“The caves? Mercy, no,” Myrell exclaimed. “The medbay will not run itself. Although I do leave on ventures occasionally...” Like to illustrate her point, her comlink beeped intently again. At least she was done with the medical intervention. “Apologies, Knight Broadspear. Any remaining...

Better Jedi than civilians. Worrisome as this was, the Order wouldn’t long stay on the galaxy’s good side by ignoring people’s concerns. Especially when they were better equipped to deal with them. Myrell’anay wore her usual long, white robes, like embodying the light. On Coruscant the old...

Myrell came to assist him as he stood, but the knight looked like he could manage well enough on his own. His attempt at humor almost landed—perhaps it would have, if the aging healer wasn’t at work. “Lethargy in itself can be tiring,” she simply said. Then she turned his words around on him...

“No favors,” she settled. “This is my work. If anyone, thank Ashen.” Of course, the next thing the man said had to be again the most unfortunate, so much Myrell almost laughed. Cruel irony. “There is a lot you missed, Knight Broadspear,” she simply said. “For now, suffice it to say Ilum is...

They did, in fact. Courtesy of the rebels still carrying on the fight for freedom, some of them Jedi, who’d presumably pilfered them from the Empire. Now to hope it was the right kind, that the Empire might forward a smuggler after agreeing on a delivery in advance. The alternative wasn’t...