Shelter in the Storms

[Austin Wolfe]

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Though they were nowhere near the clouds of the Great Storm that ceaselessly raged above the mainland continent of Ellora, the skies were dull and grey as Austin Wolfe and Galahad Vult flew across the vast seas toward their destination. This time, however, the two Jedi Masters were not alone in their journey. Surprisingly, it was not Austin at the helm of his newly-acquired Argus-class Triage, but a D-0-C Medical Droid. "Approaching the coordinates now. Are you sure there is something out there, my companion?" The droid quipped to the rear of the ship. Austin rolled his eyes at the nickname the droid, 10-NT, had given him. "I will not tell you again, Tennant, it is Doctor Austin Wolfe, and I am not your companion." The droid did not skip a beat in his reply. "Nonsense!" he exclaimed, although not rudely. "I am the Doctor, and therefore that makes you my companion." Pursing his lips and shaking his head, Austin decided that the droid would not be convinced otherwise.

He looked over at his fellow Jedi Master, Galahad, who seemed to have enough trouble of his own with their fourth "passenger" aboard the Azarael. The Arkanian Dragon which the former Temple Guard had picked up from their expedition on Ojom was incredibly feisty. The "real" doctor nodded towards his friend. "He is going to cause some trouble when he grows larger."

"Indeed!" Tennant added from the cockpit. "Arkanian Dragons can live upwards of 250 Standard Years in favourable conditions, and their true sizes are quite unknown as they never cease growing. I speculate the dragon will be too big to board this vessel in —" he paused for a moment, audibly whirring as he calculated. "Approximately 1 year." Despite being a droid almost completely devoid of proper etiquette and a large language base, 10-NT was packed with information on other more useful things. From what he had told the Jedi Masters before, the men on Void Station had downloaded an immense amount of data about Arkanian Dragons onto 10-NT after stealing an egg from the icy planet. That was proving quite useful in raising Felwinter.

Austin got up from his seat, walking towards the cockpit and looking out of the viewport. What met his senses was not pleasant. As their ship rushed over the dark waves that roiled in the seas below, equally grey clouds billowed overhead. More than this, the Jedi Master could sense a growing darkness ahead. They had received a distress call from the newly-built Jedi Temple on Ellora. It was only active briefly, and Austin expected the worst. The shape of the island loomed on the horizon and grew larger as they approached.

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[Galahad Vult]

'Feisty' was indeed a good word to describe young Felwinter. Galahad had never taken care of any sort of living animal in his entire life; his family never had pets, and as a Jedi he was always too busy with his studies and training. Frankly if it were any other species of creature, the Jedi would simply have gifted it to someone else or returned it to its natural habitat. However, much to his fortune (or lack thereof), Felwinter was an Arkanian Dragon and was now permanently bonded to Galahad whether he liked it or not. In some ways, this would prove a greater test of patience than his weakened leg did.

Currently the inquisitive little reptile was under the firm belief that the Jedi's lightsaber was a chew toy, and kept trying to climb over Galahad's arms and legs to bite at it. "Felwinter, cease this foolishness!" he reprimanded, to no avail. Sighing as he held the hatchling back, Galahad was suddenly struck with an idea. In spite of Austin's new medical droid's strange sense of humour, it had proven to be an invaluable source of information on Arkanian Dragons. "Tennant," he called out to the cockpit, "how do adult Arkanian Dragons discipline the younglings when they misbehave?" Servo-motors buzzed as 10-NT turned his head to the side. "A very insightful question, Master Vult! Adult dragons — primarily the mother, though sometimes the father as well — typically offer correction in the form of a light nip. Not enough to injure, of course." Pausing for a few seconds as he contemplated this information, Galahad released his desperate hold on the white-scaled reptile. Free of its impediment, Felwinter went straight for the Jedi's polished weapon at his side once again. This time, instead of struggling with him, Master Vult deftly jabbed at the tender spot in between its ribcage and hind legs with two fingers: not enough to bruise, but sharply enough to make a point and jar the beast from its fixation. Felwinter immediately backed up and sat in his lap, laying his beady blue eyes on his adoptive father. In addition to the physical correction, Galahad also telepathically spoke to the dragon. ⋮⋮ Enough. ⋮⋮ Not assuming the dragon could fully understand him, he also relayed feelings of displeasure and disappointment to get his point across. Much to the bearded Master's surprise, this technique worked very well. Felwinter ducked his head lightly before nuzzling into Galahad's chest. Taken back by the little creature's immediate response, he marveled at its intelligence.

Felwinter having calmed down a bit, the Jedi lifted the hatchling up, letting it perch on his shoulder as he made his way to the cockpit. "Thank you, Tennant," Galahad acknowledged, although his mind was elsewhere as he gazed at their surroundings. Despite the existence of a Force Nexus somewhere on the planet, the dark clouds and violent oceans did not offer the same welcoming, peaceful atmosphere that Tython did. Ahead of them loomed the dark outline of an island where the Jedi Temple was established. As 10-NT guided the ship over the land mass, Galahad squinted his eyes, looking for the telltale buildings of the Order's temple. After searching for a few moments, his eyes widened as the reality of the situation hit him.

There was no Temple. Not anymore.

The ground was covered in massive craters from heavy turbolaser fire. The Temple that once remained there had been barraged so heavily that it had been razed to the ground, its very foundations reduced to molten slag. Though he could dimly feel the presence of the Force Nexus that lay deep below the ground, its Light was drowned out by the horrible aura of death that still lingered over the island. Galahad collapsed into a chair, the realization sinking in. Not just the Sith's destruction of their temple, but the state of the Order itself. "We must act." Even though they just recently had a Conclave where they decided upon a course of action, their focus had been wrong. "The Jedi must go into hiding. We can no longer stand against the Sith Empire. This is the only path I see for our survival." It was a reality Galahad did not desire, but he could see no other alternative that did not end with the extinction of the Order.

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[Austin Wolfe]

The doctor watched in great interest as the little white creature attempted ceaselessly to climb over to Galahad's lightsaber and gnaw on it. It struck Austin as a bit odd why a shiny silver object would be appealing to an Arkanian Dragon. He pondered on this as Galahad asked the incredibly well-informed Medical Droid how to properly correct the little reptile. Being thus informed, his fellow Jedi Master's reprove was incredibly well-taken and understood by Felwinter. A question took shape within the doctor's mind, but Austin was unable to ask it as a much more pressing matter was at hand. They had arrived at the location of the recently built Jedi Temple here on Ellora.

Or at least, where it once stood not days before.

Having moved to a viewport at the cockpit of the Azarael, Austin looked upon the destruction wrought by the Sith Empire in shock. Unlike their strike on Jedha, they had left absolutely nothing but rock and dust here. Austin sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he collapsed on a nearby seat. Galahad spoke the words that they were both thinking — something must be done to ensure the survival of the Jedi Order. The Argus-class Medical craft turned to make another pass over the island, but Austin spoke first. "I agree, my friend. Tennant, take us to the mainland." The dark grey droid twisted its head towards the Jedi Master. "The mainland? Surely you don't mean to fly into the Great Storm — it will knock out all our communications and systems. Even the natives only live on the coastlines."

"Exactly," Austin replied. "None would suspect the Jedi to return here, and certainly not in the mainland. Fly low, out of the storm." Although clearly not convinced, Tennant said nothing more and turned the ship towards the mainland. It would be some time before they crossed the great ocean once again. Moving to the back of the Azarael, Austin spoke further with Galahad. "We must find somewhere where Felwinter can be raised. As Tennant confirmed, he will become too large for this ship. I am not an expert on the native fauna of Ellora, but if I recall correctly, it would be a favourable planet for an Arkanian Dragon to live. Perhaps we should search the mountaintops further inland."

Pulling out his handheld holoprojector, a transparent blue image showed some of the vast ranges that spanned the main continent of Ellora underneath the massive storm. "We would be able to find a home for Felwinter and perhaps a sanctuary for the Order that is far enough from the natives so that they would remain safe."

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[Galahad Vult]

As Doctor Wolfe explained his plan for finding somewhere on the mainland that would serve as both a home for Felwinter and a sanctuary, Galahad nodded slowly in agreement. Though initially he was considering a different planet entirely for the location, having it on Ellora was quite a genius notion. Now that the Sith had utterly destroyed the temple here, they would not likely search the planet again for any remnants. It was a good plan, but it would not be without risk. "The great storm is dangerous, but if we can navigate it correctly, it will provide the sanctuary with a natural form of defense." That would be assuming that someone knew it existed in the first place. Galahad wished to keep the knowledge of its existence restricted to the higher ranks of the Order. If this sanctuary was to persevere throughout the ages as the Sith reigned supreme, secrecy would be key to its survival.

Inspecting the topographical map of the mainland, Master Vult darted over the multiple mountains that spanned the huge range. "This map is not complete enough for us to use. We do not know how stable the rock is nor how many cave systems exist in these hills. 10-NT," he inquired, "Is there any way to modify this ship's onboard scanners to graph out a more detailed map of the mountain range?" The tall droid tilted its head to the side, gears whirring audibly as it processed. "While not designed for that function, I do believe it could work. The best way of doing so would be to fly over the mountains, but with the storm overhead, we would most likely crash." Pointing at the holograph of the map, Galahad requested, "Can we do a scan from the perimeter? It would take more time, but we would be safe from the storm." The medical droid nodded jerkily. "Excellent idea, companion. I'll prep the scanners now and adjust our trajectory accordingly."

The waves crashed thunderously beneath the Azarael as they rocketed towards the mainland once again, only a few minutes away now. As Galahad looked at the white reptile spinning in circles on the floor, desperately trying to catch its tail, he considered why Felwinter was so interested in his lightsaber. Initially the Jedi had just dismissed the situation, assuming the dragon was just looking for something to chew on, but the thought kept nagging him that there was more to the situation than that. Perhaps Tennant's expansive database on Arkanian Dragons could offer insight into the situation. "Earlier, Felwinter was trying desperately to bite my lightsaber. Did he think it was a toy, or was it for another reason?" he asked. The quirky medical droid turned its head slightly to reply while focusing on piloting. "Certainly! Arkanian Dragons must ingest platinum, a metal similar in colour to your weapon, to be able to breath fire. I recommend letting him examine your saber to help him differentiate between different metals." Nodding in understanding, the Jedi Master unhooked his weapon from his belt. "Felwinter," Galahad addressed the creature, extending the hilt towards him. Initially hesitant due to the correction it received earlier, after a long pause it extended its neck and licked the base of the hilt, tasting it. After blinking a few times, Felwinter then simply stared at his bondmate, now ignoring the item offered to him. He now clearly understood it was not the metal he desired. Smiling at the success of the test, Galahad replaced his lightsaber. "It seems we shall have to find some platinum for you," he commented. In fact, there were a great many things the Jedi would need to gather for their sanctuary. For now, however, they needed to focus on finding an adequate location.

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[Austin Wolfe]

Looking closer at the holo-image, Austin knew that Galahad was correct. They would need to find an exact location that would be fitting for both a home for Felwinter as well as the sanctuary the Jedi Masters wished to establish. 10-NT showed himself to be incredibly useful once again, and the doctor marveled for a moment. His family back on Coruscant never had the funds or the use for a personal droid, and therefore Austin hardly thought it was worth his while to acquire one as a Jedi. However, this medical droid had acquired plenty of data over the years and was proving himself time and time again an admirable companion for the Jedi. Tennant pressed a few buttons on the navicomputer, altering the scanners to achieve what Galahad suggested.

Straying further into thought as they rushed over the boisterous waves below, Austin was mildly aware of the conversation between the former Temple Guard and the medical droid. The doctor watched absentmindedly as Galahad brought the his bright silver weapon to Felwinter's inquisitive snout. However, his thoughts were elsewhere — on the state of the Order and what the Jedi Masters should leave in the establishment for future generations of Jedi. His left hand reached down and felt the spine of Caladglær — Austin had finished reading it ages ago, and had even written a chapter himself to finish the book more completely. Deep down, he knew that he would have to leave it for others to learn from in the future. Perhaps the tome would bring some light to the dark days ahead.

"We're approaching one of the mountain ranges," Tennant announced, pulling Austin out of his reverie. "Activating preliminary scan now." Swiveling in his cockpit seat, the doctor watched the navicomputer's screen carefully as lines rippled over the topographic image of the mountains. Slowly, several crisscrossing lines began to appear on the screen. Bringing the ship to a halt, hovering gently, Tennant spoke to explain what they saw. "Those are caverns delving deep into the mountains. Exploring all of them would be a futile venture." A small scowl of thought displayed on Austin's face as he contemplated their options. They would need to filter out all their options beforehand, but the doctor could not figure out how initially. Then a thought came to him — it seemed ridiculous that they had not done this before.

"Tennant, how large to Arkanian Dragons grow?" The droid sputtered as it comprehended the question and formulated the answer. "Adult Dragons are difficult to find anywhere in the Galaxy, but sources show over two hundred feet long, both in length and wingspan. How is this relevant?" A smile returned to Austin's face. Of course, they would need to find a place where Felwinter could not only live now, but also potentially for the rest of his life. "Narrow the search to caverns that would comfortably fit those measurements." 10-NT paused, suddenly understanding why the Jedi Master asked in the first place and continued on to punch in the new criteria. The scan rolled over the mountains, most of them turning up blank. All except for one.

"There is one mountain that could serve as a roost for little Felwinter. However, the peak stretches into the storm and the entrance is very close to the clouds. It will be dangerous." Nodding in acceptance, Austin spun his chair around again and gripped the co-pilot controls. "We shall investigate it nonetheless. Take us there."

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[Galahad Vult]

10-NT's scan of the mountain range proved to be very successful — so successful, in fact, that it revealed a myriad of cave networks and systems within the rocks. As he processed this information, Galahad realized yet another problem, which the D-0-C droid voiced. "Indeed. We do not have the time nor the resources to investigate each and every one." It was only a matter of time before the Sith Empire destroyed every vestige and hiding place known to the Jedi and carried out a galaxy-wide manhunt to wipe out the Order; they needed to find a solution before that happened. But the ex-guard wasn't about to give up yet. It seemed Austin was far ahead of Galahad, and made a bold but ingenious suggestion. "That is an excellent idea," Master Vult exclaimed. "Not only could we establish a sanctuary to preserve the Order's knowledge and traditions, it would also serve as a resting place for Felwinter who could act as both a defender and deterrent."

Though Tennant was obviously hesitant of moving closer to the storm, he obeyed the doctor's orders and directed the Azarael closer in spite of his warning. As the medical triage ascended higher into the air to navigate through the lower peaks, the ship began to rock violently as it was buffeted relentlessly by the storm's strong winds. Lightning flashed across the viewport and would have blinded them if not for the tinted transparisteel of the cockpit, and shortly after their ears were assaulted with thunder so loud one would think they were in a warzone. In spite of the medical droid's best efforts, he accidentally flew a few feet too high off the ground, and a streak of electricity struck one of the ship's engines, causing it to burst into flames.* Immediately losing altitude, the triage began to plummet to the ground. "Controls are unresponsive. Buckle up and hold on tight — we're in for a bad landing!" Tennant warned the two Jedi. Galahad quickly strapped himself into his seat and pulled Felwinter into his lap, holding onto the hatchling tightly. Though the droid likely thought there was little more they could do, he could not have been more mistaken. Closing his eyes, Galahad reached out with the Force, using it to slow the Azarael's rapid descent and steady it in spite of the raging storm. ⋮⋮ Chaos, yet harmony, ⋮⋮ the Jedi Master recited inwardly, perfectly calm as he guided the triage gently into the snowy mountainside.

Relinquishing his grasp with the Force, Galahad opened his eyes, glad to see the others had not been harmed. "That was incredible. Well done, Master Vult," the medical droid congratulated. But their work was far from over. Unbuckling himself, Galahad glanced out of the cockpit to get a look at the surrounding terrain. Now fully in the mountain range, they were surrounded by high peaks and whirling snow, only a few hardy trees managing to grow further down the cliffs. "How close are we to the mountain peak we surveyed?" the ex-guard asked, the mission still on his mind. 10-NT's optics flickered slightly, as if blinking in surprise that the Jedi actually still wanted to go there. "...Well, we aren't too far, but as your doctor I honestly can't recommend making the rest of the journey on foot — especially with your condition. However, since that's likely not going to stop you, I'll transfer the coordinates to your personal holoprojectors now," the droid replied flatly as he did so. Galahad nodded his thanks as he prepared himself for the cold environment outside. "Your resourcefulness goes beyond expectation, Tennant. Run a diagnostic on the damage, then wait for our return," Master Vult requested as he punched the controls for the loading ramp.

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[Austin Wolfe]

Gripping the controls to assist the medical droid, Austin's knuckles turned white and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as they struggled to maintain control of the Azarael in the raging storm. Ascending too close to the dark, whirling clouds overhead, a brilliant flash streaked through the sky as a bolt struck the ship itself. The doctor gritted his teeth as even more warning alarms blared while the craft slowly lost altitude and the cave entrance slipped further away. Strapping himself into the copilot chair at Tennant's warning, he prepared himself for the worst — but despite their deadly predicament, Galahad guided them to safety nonetheless. A great sigh of relief escaped Austin's chest as the skillful Master allowed them to land relatively well in a great bank of snow. Unstrapping the buckles keeping him secure, the doctor stood and walked to the ship's engine room to survey the damage. While he was unable to discern the full extent of the repairs needed, he had faith that the medical droid would be able to at least get them up and running soon enough.

Striding back to meet his companion, Austin arrived just as the loading ramp was being lowered and a swirl of blowing snow swept through the corridors of the Azarael. "I do not think we will be able to climb to our intended destination," he commented loudly, talking over the wind as he stepped outside with his fellow Jedi Master. "However, I thought I saw a smaller cavern during our descent." Covering his face as best as he could, Austin looked up the side of the snowy peak upon which they had landed on. Pointing up to a dark shadow, the doctor continued speaking. "Up there! It is not far, and perhaps it would be a more suitable entrance for this sanctuary we have in mind." Beginning the trek up the snowy cliff, Austin journeyed slowly in case the snow beneath him should give way.

The climb was arduous and slow. No sound reached their ears except for the constant whooshing of the churning wind and the distant rumble of thunder. It seemed for now the most intense part of the storm had passed to a different area of the mainland. Looking back at Galahad, Austin was surprised to see that Felwinter seemed rather unperturbed by the wind and chilling temperatures — in fact, he looked quite at home, his curious head stretched out to eagerly take in the surroundings. "We should name this mountaintop," Austin called back to Galahad as he gripped a ledge and pulled himself up onto it. They were drawing closer to the entrance, but it was still some distance above them. "If it is to be the home of Felwinter, then it should be a name befitting of an Arkanian Dragon. And perhaps something that will keep the locals from traveling too close to his roost." Brushing aside more loose snow along the cliffside, Austin marveled at how easy their ascent to the mouth of the cavern had been.* There was no risk of avalanches, no loose rocks, and a solid path for the Jedi Masters to follow up to the entrance. Furthermore, no other predatory creatures had made their nests anywhere this high above the forests that grew along the roots of the mountain ranges. Despite their earlier failure to reach the large cave, the Force had been with them nonetheless.

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[Galahad Vult]

Galahad simply nodded in response to Austin instead of trying to shout over the howling winds. If there was another cavern lower on the mountain than the larger roost area they had scouted earlier, perhaps it could serve as a main entrance to those that reached the mountain on foot. However, they would need to enclose or seal it off in some way, should it prove to be suitable for the sanctuary they had in mind.

Though the trek up the snow-covered mountainside was slow and arduous, they eventually reached a cleft in the side of the mountain. Stepping into the cave to escape the weather, Galahad brushed the snow off his robes. "Indeed," he replied, an idea already forming in his mind. "However, while we could use something that sounds menacing or ominous, I believe in this case simplicity will be equally effective — if not more so." Turning around to face the cave's entrance, he looked down the steep mountainside to the forest far below. "I propose we name it Felwinter Peak." It was fitting indeed, as it would potentially become the home of the white Arkanian Dragon and simultaneously serving as a warning to any that might encroach upon his territory.

Turning back towards the cave's depths, Galahad channeled the Force into his staff, allowing the crystal at its peak to glow brightly and light their way. Though eventually the crevasse came to and end, the bearded Jedi could not detect any instability in the rock surrounding them. The foundation was solid. Felwinter, visibly elated with the locatin, leapt off of his master's shoulder and skipped about the cave, seeming right at home. Galahad nodded in approval. "Excellent. With proper excavation and refurbishment, I believe this will serve as a prime location." Another thought appeared in Master Vult's mind however, and on their way out of the cave, he voiced his concern. "While we may have a name for the mountain itself, the sanctuary should have a different name, though I cannot hazard a guess as to what. However," Galahad continued, his voice growing somber, "we will likely not survive long in the coming conflict, and while this place may be a guiding light to those in the future, it may also need to serve as our final resting place." Death was an inevitability, and while it was not something they would dwell on, they would be wise to prepare for it.

Venturing out into the weather once more, it seemed the storm had grown more violent in the short time they had taken shelter from it. Though they were now heading downhill to return to the Azarael, it seemed their trek was even slower and more treacherous than before. Just as they passed around the side of the mountain, a strong gust of wind dislodged a large bank of snow from overhead, sending it rolling down the cliff and landing right in the Jedi's path.* Their trail back to the ship was now blocked by the huge snowbank, and they would need to clear it carefully in order to continue without causing a serious avalanche.

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[Austin Wolfe]

Reaching the smaller cavern further down the mountainside than the much larger one they had failed to reach earlier, Austin also dusted the snow off of his robes and pulled his cloak hood off of his head to survey the area. Though the snow still blew into the entrance, the back of the cave was deep enough that it was not touched by the weather. The doctor smiled as he watched Felwinter bound around the area happily. "It is good that he has already taken to Ellora. I feel it will make a suitable home for him indeed." His eyes returning to the walls of the cavern while the wind whistled ominously past the entrance, Austin listened as Galahad proposed a name for the mountaintop. "Felwinter Peak..." he repeated, nodding as he rolled the name off his tongue. "A fitting name. And hopefully it will serve as an ample warning to those who would dare come too close to the roost."

Closing his eyes and reaching out with the Force, Austin stretched out with his mind to examine their nearby surroundings. As he expected, the doctor could sense nothing else but Galahad and the Arkanian Dragon. This would be a suitable home. Opening his eyes as his fellow Master continued speaking, Austin brushed more snow off his field medic robes that he had not spotted earlier. "The name of the establishment is the least of our concerns, I deem," the doctor replied. "Though I agree. This will likely be just as much of a safe haven to others as it will be a crypt for ourselves." However, Austin would not let such morbid thoughts pervade their small victory. They had discovered a place that would serve the Order well in the coming years.

As the two traveled back towards their ship, Austin's mind churned with plans and thoughts on how they should prepare. "This sanctuary cannot have all the luxuries that our Temples currently provide. It should only carry what is necessary — a central hall for meetings and training, a vault for knowledge and supplies, and spaces for living quarters and meditation." As the wind had picked up greatly, the Jedi Master had to nearly shout over it to relay his ideas to Galahad as they descended the mountain path to their ship. "And of course, it would not be an establishment of mine without an infirmary." Though the whirling snow made it difficult to see, Galahad would likely still be able to glimpse a smile that brightened Austin's face. As a large bank of snow was dislodged and blocked their path, the doctor reached out with both hands to grip the white powder and cast it into the air and out of their way.* "Come! We are almost there," Austin called out, covering his face against the biting weather and continued onward.

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[Galahad Vult]

As the two Jedi practically waded through the thigh-deep snow, Galahad nodded in reply to Austin. The doctor was right in that the sanctuary should only carry what was absolutely necessary — not just for the well-being of the people that would visit it, but also for the survival of the very Order itself. "We will need to gather supplies! Lightsaber parts and Kyber crystals for certain. We also need to store information on the Order, the Force, and lightsaber forms, but a digital format is too easily susceptible to entropy!" Galahad called back. "Attuning a holocron is far beyond my skill, and neither do we have enough time to create one." For now, their trek was halted by the large snowbank that blocked their path, and while the two Masters worked in tandem to clear it, the ex-guard mulled over their options.

Carefully pushing it out of the way so as to not cause an avalanche, he caught sight of Saeros' book attached to Austin's side. "Ah, of course! The answer lay beneath our noses!" Galahad exclaimed as they pressed on. "Memory crystals! We can imbue them with our knowledge of the Jedi way of life. I believe a number of them are kept in safekeeping on Brighthome. A workshop exists there also where we can requisition lightsaber parts." Within a few minutes, the two Jedi could see the outline of the Azarael in the distance, its engine now having stopped smoking. It seemed 10-NT had fixed whatever the problem was, and they could likely head offworld immediately. "As for the Kyber crystals, we will have to gather them from one of our caves...Jedha would be the most feasible, as the populace is still friendly towards our Order," he remarked as they boarded the ship, shaking the snow and cold from their backs. "You're lucky the damage wasn't severe," the medical droid called out from the hallway to the cockpit as he closed up several panels. "Any worse and you would've needed an astromech. Luckily, I've got it covered. We're good to head out."

Though they had arrived on Ellora with heavy hearts, the Jedi Masters left with renewed purpose, determined to ensure the survival of the Jedi Order.

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