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Ao missed the Archives of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant terribly. So much so in fact that she had taken to spending most of her days in the past few weeks meditating in the hopes that she would somehow rediscover the ancestral Similfuturus technique and manage to project herself there in the form of an illusory doppelgänger, therefore bypassing the ban put in place by the Supreme Chancellor of the New Republic.
Although most of the data tapes, holobooks, and holocrons that had been stored in what had long served as the greatest repository of knowledge in the galaxy had managed to be salvaged by the Council of First Knowledge, choices had to be made and Ao did not agree with the Caretaker on what could be considered "information-of-primordial-importance-worth-preserving-above-all-else-given-the-very-limited-time".
Hoping to stir the Padawan away from her pointless reveries, some master had ordered her to travel to Dantooine and contribute to the relief efforts the Order was conducting on the war-ravaged planet. It had not taken long for Ao to devise that she, along with other Padawans and Jedi Knights, had been sent on some sort of PR operation with the goal of helping restore some of the reputation of the Jedi Order as a force for righteousness in the galaxy; something that seemed entirely not worth her time. Clearly, it was not her fault that blithering idiots had ridiculed them on the galactic scale on Kashyyyk.
Nevertheless, Ao had agreed to contribute to the noble endeavor out of the goodness of her heart, and perhaps too because she might snag some tricks on how to perform the more advanced healing techniques that were not taught to apprentices from her more experienced brethren.
A makeshift medcenter had been established in the central plaza of Dantoo Town and the Padawans were expected to help triage the victims of the violent confrontations between Sith loyalists and the members of a fledgling resistance movement. Seemingly undisguisable, they were all converging on the field hospital seeking help ranging from simple wound dressing for superficial lesions to lifesaving bacta immersions.
Bored out of her mind, Ao was running through the motions mechanically, welcoming the refugees with a lifeless smile. All her senses were on alert in case a more intriguing opportunity presented itself...
Although most of the data tapes, holobooks, and holocrons that had been stored in what had long served as the greatest repository of knowledge in the galaxy had managed to be salvaged by the Council of First Knowledge, choices had to be made and Ao did not agree with the Caretaker on what could be considered "information-of-primordial-importance-worth-preserving-above-all-else-given-the-very-limited-time".
Hoping to stir the Padawan away from her pointless reveries, some master had ordered her to travel to Dantooine and contribute to the relief efforts the Order was conducting on the war-ravaged planet. It had not taken long for Ao to devise that she, along with other Padawans and Jedi Knights, had been sent on some sort of PR operation with the goal of helping restore some of the reputation of the Jedi Order as a force for righteousness in the galaxy; something that seemed entirely not worth her time. Clearly, it was not her fault that blithering idiots had ridiculed them on the galactic scale on Kashyyyk.
Nevertheless, Ao had agreed to contribute to the noble endeavor out of the goodness of her heart, and perhaps too because she might snag some tricks on how to perform the more advanced healing techniques that were not taught to apprentices from her more experienced brethren.
A makeshift medcenter had been established in the central plaza of Dantoo Town and the Padawans were expected to help triage the victims of the violent confrontations between Sith loyalists and the members of a fledgling resistance movement. Seemingly undisguisable, they were all converging on the field hospital seeking help ranging from simple wound dressing for superficial lesions to lifesaving bacta immersions.
Bored out of her mind, Ao was running through the motions mechanically, welcoming the refugees with a lifeless smile. All her senses were on alert in case a more intriguing opportunity presented itself...