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The vast and labyrinthine cave network beneath Jedha was the last place Gladys Keane expected to bring herself. Spelunking was for people in their seventies, trying to rekindle some long-forgotten spark of excitement and daredevilry from their youth and long forgotten, like the final embers of a fire, still waiting to be stirred into rekindling flames that would never burn as bright as they once had.
But Gladys was not some retired thrillseeker. She was a Jedi, and, like it or not, that often meant performing some unusual duties. After all, her last assignment had essentially been an act of terrorism on Coruscant with a former Sith Lord - not that she minded, of course, it had been an exciting affair, after all, but not how she usually spent her afternoons - and now she found herself under one of the most sacred cities of the entire history of the Jedi Order, headign for the ancient Kyber mines, buried far beneath the sand, to look for a, quote, 'demon.'
Oh, how she longed for the days when the most exciting thing a Jedi did in their week was mediate over peace talks. Of course, peace was not a word the galaxy used very often anymore - the Sith had seen to that. Still, at least Gladys could say that even in her final years, she never stopped serving the Order with pride and dignity, never balked from her duty, and continued to do what needed to be done. And besides which, at least the caves of Jedha were away from the dust and the sand of the city itself.
As the light from outside faded into inky darkness, broken only sparingly by a line of torches leading through the dark, the Jedi Master held out her hand before her, using the Force to guide her steps to sure footing along the dark path. With no way to determine the passing of time, it felt like hours she walked alone on the silent passages before the shadows parted. Here in the deep dark, the light from the torches gave way to something far more astounding: spires of kyberite jutted from the sandstone walls of the cave at intervals, bathing the cave in a dozen different colours that danced and moved of their own accord. Two of these crystalline spires reached up from the floor like the boughs of two trees before connecting with a third spire that grew out of the ceiling, creating a delicate archway of crystal. This small wonder marked the entrance to the mines proper - a vast network of caves, said to be filled to the brim with Kyber crystals, the likes of which was not even matched on Ilum. The resonance of the crystals hummed through the walls and the Force, and through every fiber of Gladys' being, filling her with the Force and lightening her step, as if the very burden of age itself was lifted from her soul just by entering such a Force-filled place.
Content to wait for her mission partner here, the elderly Jedi Master leant against one of the sandstone walls outside of the 'gate' to the cave, and closed her eyes in silent, restful meditation. To those who didn't know better, it almost looked like she had fallen asleep.
But Gladys was not some retired thrillseeker. She was a Jedi, and, like it or not, that often meant performing some unusual duties. After all, her last assignment had essentially been an act of terrorism on Coruscant with a former Sith Lord - not that she minded, of course, it had been an exciting affair, after all, but not how she usually spent her afternoons - and now she found herself under one of the most sacred cities of the entire history of the Jedi Order, headign for the ancient Kyber mines, buried far beneath the sand, to look for a, quote, 'demon.'
Oh, how she longed for the days when the most exciting thing a Jedi did in their week was mediate over peace talks. Of course, peace was not a word the galaxy used very often anymore - the Sith had seen to that. Still, at least Gladys could say that even in her final years, she never stopped serving the Order with pride and dignity, never balked from her duty, and continued to do what needed to be done. And besides which, at least the caves of Jedha were away from the dust and the sand of the city itself.
As the light from outside faded into inky darkness, broken only sparingly by a line of torches leading through the dark, the Jedi Master held out her hand before her, using the Force to guide her steps to sure footing along the dark path. With no way to determine the passing of time, it felt like hours she walked alone on the silent passages before the shadows parted. Here in the deep dark, the light from the torches gave way to something far more astounding: spires of kyberite jutted from the sandstone walls of the cave at intervals, bathing the cave in a dozen different colours that danced and moved of their own accord. Two of these crystalline spires reached up from the floor like the boughs of two trees before connecting with a third spire that grew out of the ceiling, creating a delicate archway of crystal. This small wonder marked the entrance to the mines proper - a vast network of caves, said to be filled to the brim with Kyber crystals, the likes of which was not even matched on Ilum. The resonance of the crystals hummed through the walls and the Force, and through every fiber of Gladys' being, filling her with the Force and lightening her step, as if the very burden of age itself was lifted from her soul just by entering such a Force-filled place.
Content to wait for her mission partner here, the elderly Jedi Master leant against one of the sandstone walls outside of the 'gate' to the cave, and closed her eyes in silent, restful meditation. To those who didn't know better, it almost looked like she had fallen asleep.
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