She hadn’t gotten used to Ossus.
It was a big adjustment - the whole layout was different, it wasn’t up-to-date with some of the technology they needed, some of the fixtures needed to be rehauled. It wasn’t that she was spoiled back at the Temple, it was just that, for her occupation, she needed to have access to technology that kept up with as much as possible and could access as much as possible.
When you’re a Jedi Investigator, you need all the information you could get. And she couldn’t get it here.
Fortunately there were already some Jedi here so the directory and information was intact, but it was vastly inferior to the much more detailed and precise files at the Temple. They’d managed to keep the files on several copies they’d managed to bring with them - many of the files were quite important and could be damaging if the Bogan got a hold of them. However, the technology here was not so they could hold it all. They were still working on it.
Kriff the Bogan. Kriff ‘em.
Now was the time more than any other that she was needed. They couldn’t afford to let any more fall to their ranks, or even to just go rogue. We needed all we could get, and we needed to survive.
That’s why she was here. Her occupation within the ranks was to find any Jedi that might have gone rogue, and, if they had, capture them, and bring them back so they could be turned back. If they would not be captured, if they turned hostile, she was given license to execute them.
Yes, things had gotten bad. Very bad. Things were tense after the fall of the Temple, many were on edge, suspicious. Suspicion breeds fear. Fear had a tendency to lead to...other things. Irrational things.
Ilyena, her job was to be suspicious, so she only had to be careful that it didn’t turn to fear, keep it under control. She just had to be detached, aloof, yet determined. Fortunately, these weren’t difficult for her. Determination was probably one of the things she had too much of.
Not that she was against the execution of rogues. Too often the Jedi were too soft on those determined to go against us, and now the Temple was destroyed. She wasn’t too fond of mercy. She never had been. Now?
Now we couldn’t afford mercy.
If we could capture them, fine, we could do that. Turning them would be a wonderful thing to be able to do. But if not?
Well, that was why she was one of the better duelists there were.
She wouldn’t say the best. No, not the best. But she was good, and she knew it.
Part of it had to do with her unorthodox style and choice of weapon, a lightsaber gauntlet worn on her right arm. As had all those past Knighthood, she’d created her lightsaber herself, in this case, her gauntlet, though she’d had to consult more tech-savvy to make sure it all would work and fit. The gauntlet was part of armor worn all along her right forearm. The gauntlet part, however, where the two lightsabers were worn, was normally worn over the back of her hand, but was, at the moment, pushed back as she didn’t need it now. It was hidden under one of the armor plates to make it look as if she was just wearing armor - a vambrace and spaulder. So it didn’t look too awkward, two pauldrons were worn as part of her Jedi attire, both on her right arm, one at her shoulder, and one that hung lower down. All were made of metal, not too heavy, but it wasn’t horribly light, either. If she needed the gauntlet, she could use her powers to slide the gauntlet mechanism up the brace up to her wrist and lock it, where she could then move it freely and activate the twin sabers. This allowed her to look more as if she was more into defense than offense and made her appear weaponless.
Useful, but totally untrue.
She knew of only one other person that wore their gauntlet similar to herself, which was where she had gotten the idea.
Her Jedi outfit was of a slightly more burnt tint, a bit darker and with a red tinge, with a firebrick red undershirt and armor. If it were darker, it would match her auburn hair.
But whatever. That didn’t matter. What mattered now was that she was supposed to meet someone, the Knight or whatever that were supposed to go with her. She was waiting in one of the larger rooms, one with an intricate fountain adorning the center and trees planet all about. No doubt either an attempt to copy the Room of a Thousand Fountains or the inspiration for it. There were plenty of Jedi milling about, so she had to be on the lookout for her quarry. All she knew was that his name was Dashiell Weulf. As he wasn’t someone important, the Ossus records didn’t have his picture on file. Apparently, you had to be studying here or a Master or higher to have your mug on file, and even then she wasn’t on file. She supposed it was because of her occupation, it would be better if the Jedi didn’t know what she looked like. It wasn’t like she was seen around a lot, her occupation kept her away often.
She sighed.
All she knew from asking a few people was that he had “nice blue eyes.” How helpful.
Well, at least she had time to focus on her mission. Her mission. Khoref Snow was a female Felecatian of Felecat. She is an empath, capable, with training, of highly effective battle meditation and known for being strong-willed and and “utterly dedicated to the Jedi way.” Aren’t they all.
Khoref was up for Knighthood and thus was attempting to complete her Trials, specifically the Trial of Spirit. To this end, she had visited the temperate rainforest planet of Malrev IV, a planet known for its pulsating Force powers, supposedly dark energies. Malrev IV is the fourth planet of the Malrev system of the Thrasybule sector near the Outer Rim Territories.
Well, apparently either the Trial of Spirit got to Khoref or the wildlife did, because she left about a little less than a month ago and nothing has been heard of her since. Because of the situation and the dark side energies believed to be flowing through the planet, she’d been called in. She and this blue-eyed Weulf.
Well, she had work to do. She just hoped he’d show up soon. She’d gotten clearance for the vehicle and had the course preset in its maps, they just had to make sure they had everything and leave. Yes, she was early in waiting for him, she’d just hoped that he was, too, so they could get on with it. All she knew was that he’d better not be horribly late. She wasn’t patient with people.
It was a big adjustment - the whole layout was different, it wasn’t up-to-date with some of the technology they needed, some of the fixtures needed to be rehauled. It wasn’t that she was spoiled back at the Temple, it was just that, for her occupation, she needed to have access to technology that kept up with as much as possible and could access as much as possible.
When you’re a Jedi Investigator, you need all the information you could get. And she couldn’t get it here.
Fortunately there were already some Jedi here so the directory and information was intact, but it was vastly inferior to the much more detailed and precise files at the Temple. They’d managed to keep the files on several copies they’d managed to bring with them - many of the files were quite important and could be damaging if the Bogan got a hold of them. However, the technology here was not so they could hold it all. They were still working on it.
Kriff the Bogan. Kriff ‘em.
Now was the time more than any other that she was needed. They couldn’t afford to let any more fall to their ranks, or even to just go rogue. We needed all we could get, and we needed to survive.
That’s why she was here. Her occupation within the ranks was to find any Jedi that might have gone rogue, and, if they had, capture them, and bring them back so they could be turned back. If they would not be captured, if they turned hostile, she was given license to execute them.
Yes, things had gotten bad. Very bad. Things were tense after the fall of the Temple, many were on edge, suspicious. Suspicion breeds fear. Fear had a tendency to lead to...other things. Irrational things.
Ilyena, her job was to be suspicious, so she only had to be careful that it didn’t turn to fear, keep it under control. She just had to be detached, aloof, yet determined. Fortunately, these weren’t difficult for her. Determination was probably one of the things she had too much of.
Not that she was against the execution of rogues. Too often the Jedi were too soft on those determined to go against us, and now the Temple was destroyed. She wasn’t too fond of mercy. She never had been. Now?
Now we couldn’t afford mercy.
If we could capture them, fine, we could do that. Turning them would be a wonderful thing to be able to do. But if not?
Well, that was why she was one of the better duelists there were.
She wouldn’t say the best. No, not the best. But she was good, and she knew it.
Part of it had to do with her unorthodox style and choice of weapon, a lightsaber gauntlet worn on her right arm. As had all those past Knighthood, she’d created her lightsaber herself, in this case, her gauntlet, though she’d had to consult more tech-savvy to make sure it all would work and fit. The gauntlet was part of armor worn all along her right forearm. The gauntlet part, however, where the two lightsabers were worn, was normally worn over the back of her hand, but was, at the moment, pushed back as she didn’t need it now. It was hidden under one of the armor plates to make it look as if she was just wearing armor - a vambrace and spaulder. So it didn’t look too awkward, two pauldrons were worn as part of her Jedi attire, both on her right arm, one at her shoulder, and one that hung lower down. All were made of metal, not too heavy, but it wasn’t horribly light, either. If she needed the gauntlet, she could use her powers to slide the gauntlet mechanism up the brace up to her wrist and lock it, where she could then move it freely and activate the twin sabers. This allowed her to look more as if she was more into defense than offense and made her appear weaponless.
Useful, but totally untrue.
She knew of only one other person that wore their gauntlet similar to herself, which was where she had gotten the idea.
Her Jedi outfit was of a slightly more burnt tint, a bit darker and with a red tinge, with a firebrick red undershirt and armor. If it were darker, it would match her auburn hair.
But whatever. That didn’t matter. What mattered now was that she was supposed to meet someone, the Knight or whatever that were supposed to go with her. She was waiting in one of the larger rooms, one with an intricate fountain adorning the center and trees planet all about. No doubt either an attempt to copy the Room of a Thousand Fountains or the inspiration for it. There were plenty of Jedi milling about, so she had to be on the lookout for her quarry. All she knew was that his name was Dashiell Weulf. As he wasn’t someone important, the Ossus records didn’t have his picture on file. Apparently, you had to be studying here or a Master or higher to have your mug on file, and even then she wasn’t on file. She supposed it was because of her occupation, it would be better if the Jedi didn’t know what she looked like. It wasn’t like she was seen around a lot, her occupation kept her away often.
She sighed.
All she knew from asking a few people was that he had “nice blue eyes.” How helpful.
Well, at least she had time to focus on her mission. Her mission. Khoref Snow was a female Felecatian of Felecat. She is an empath, capable, with training, of highly effective battle meditation and known for being strong-willed and and “utterly dedicated to the Jedi way.” Aren’t they all.
Khoref was up for Knighthood and thus was attempting to complete her Trials, specifically the Trial of Spirit. To this end, she had visited the temperate rainforest planet of Malrev IV, a planet known for its pulsating Force powers, supposedly dark energies. Malrev IV is the fourth planet of the Malrev system of the Thrasybule sector near the Outer Rim Territories.
Well, apparently either the Trial of Spirit got to Khoref or the wildlife did, because she left about a little less than a month ago and nothing has been heard of her since. Because of the situation and the dark side energies believed to be flowing through the planet, she’d been called in. She and this blue-eyed Weulf.
Well, she had work to do. She just hoped he’d show up soon. She’d gotten clearance for the vehicle and had the course preset in its maps, they just had to make sure they had everything and leave. Yes, she was early in waiting for him, she’d just hoped that he was, too, so they could get on with it. All she knew was that he’d better not be horribly late. She wasn’t patient with people.
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