Private Argent Plane

[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

"The dissolving going smoothly was good, we gave the worlds what they needed, stability for a time but also we advanced the terraforming technologies on the planets so they would be able to adapt their worlds and heal them if they chose. We gave them duplicators for food and purifiers for air and water. We were not meant to be a government that enriched ourselves like some did and as jedi we don't really retire." She said it while still walking and there was more. "Do you think you will require anything more?" She didn't expect much but outfitting the jedi with the best tools to do what is needed would be important and she had so much more that they had worked on.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Mykel nodded in understanding at the Grandmaster's explanation. As convention had it, Jedi were not meant to rule. The Conclave and its previous iterations had meant to be only a temporary measure to fill a vacuum left a then crippled Galactic Republic. Still, he couldn't help but feel nostalgia for the experiment.

"I don't think I'll require anything else at the moment," he looked down at his new advanced threads. "Now I should go find a place to change to tuck away my things for the moment, ha ha. I believe I passed some spare rooms in the hall where my old residence is. If you don't mind, then I'll set up in one and then head to the dojo to practice the exercise you instructed."

His momentary yearning for the past was now being overtaken by a rising giddiness as he embraced the future before him. He was eager to begin his new series of training an absorb this wealth of knowledge about the inner workings of the universe.

Matsu Ike

 

[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

"Of course, if there is an empty room feel free to use it just alert the droids who can update the directories we have. That way no questions are asked or worries raised." She said it while moving with a small movement along the wall. "We also have other training sessions, a jedis skill with a saaber and the force is one thing but a new generation of jedi need to be better able to socialize and function among people... so many choose to be stoic and silent in the corner of the room. While great when in a negotiation if they are among people who are asking for their help it can impede them giving all of the needed information."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

He chuckled at the Grandmaster's mention of the need to for some Jedi to develop their interpersonal skills.

"A silver tongue is as needed as a well forged blade, you are correct Master Ike. I will be sure to peruse everything that the Silver Rest has to offer in the way of education."

He gave the Grandmaster one final bow before departing to change and freshen up for his training.

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Back in the residential wards, he looked for Caelia as he found an empty room in the same hall, but she was still gone, probably still engaged for training or instruction for the day. Instead, company in the form of Hecate as she hailed the technopath directly while he settled in his new quarters.

<I didn't think I'd be hearing from you anytime soon. You seemed quite absorbed by the network.>

[Oh it's great! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ The place is flooded with other constructs like me! It's like they have their own little world. I've never seen anything like it.]

<Oh? Not even on Kiribi? Much of their population consists of AI and droids interfacing with their networks?>

[Well...I was never afforded access. My...systems were still being fine tweaked before my official deployment, so I was segregated.]

In fact, it was the sixth iteration of Hecate, rebuilt multiple times from the ground up as her core had been highly unstable. Dangerous, even. It was only due to the certain chaotic situation in the galaxy that she had been released from cold storage, to aid in advancing Kiribian hyperphysics. The Sixth time seemed to be the charm, as Ala Crescent had determined a dedicated partner would bring the AI stability. Mykel had proven to be the most compatible.

Of course, the Jedi was still left in the dark about these particulars, still being led to believe that she was simply a research tool for the aeronautical division of KSA.

It was better that way.

<In any case, I'm glad you're in your element. This place is quite impressive. I've only had a small taste of the technology here, but it's certainly cutting edge. Things I thought were only theoretical or experimental are being actively applied here in a live setting.>

[You have no idea! They've been dabbling with higher dimensions, among other things.]

<Very interesting...tell me more.>

The AI cheerily shared her preliminary findings with Mykel, at times flooding him with more information than he could process in her excitement. In many ways she was like a child, while the teenager felt like the father sitting back as his child eagerly recounted their first day at school.

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Black scaled armor had been replaced by flowing white robes, the consular making his way to the dojo via the internal teleportation network. The system was quite convenient, though he couldn't help but wince as he traveled through it the first time, tingling all over as if his whole body was being dismantled and reset at the same time.

A moment later, he appeared in the dojo in a flash, arriving to find a filled chamber with several Jedi training. There was an equal measure of fencing practice and Force application. He moved around the edges of the dojo, drinking in the sights with his grey eyes while acclimating to the space. It was like his old enclave, except everything was just on a larger scale.

Eventually, he found a quiet nook to settle down in a lotus position. With an exhale, he closed his eyes and settled his palms on his knees. Each successive breath muzzled the sounds around him until he felt like he was in a vacuum. The luminous void beyond space in time.

At this point, he would have extended his senses outward to connect with the greater currents of the Force around him, but the Grandmaster had instructed him to look inward, and so he did, beginning to center his focus on being.

Organ by organ.

Cell by cell.

Molecule by molecule.

Atom by atom.

Particle by particle.

Deeper still, until his world became waveforms, his own personal thread within the tapestry of the Force becoming unveiled, reverberating with its own unique chord that was but one note within the great Song of the Force.

Matsu Ike

 

[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

As he walked off the jedi grandmaaster gave a nod of her head. She was still working on projects aand there was always something more as she moved. Allowing the force to move with her into the one chambers. Hardlight holograms on displays showing dozens of temples on worlds where there weren't any. They were working on logistics.... on the design here and then they would be able to have the pieces when they went. The best way to do it as on the fly construction wasn't really ideal.. this also let them simulate the environment to test out the effects or see possible scenarrios. They had new things also being developed for the Commonwealth and Denon as well as several other worlds that bought from them. She was developing with the different planets and governments other technologies as well and they had many of the AI's adjusting as needed.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Over the course several days, Mykel returned to the dojo to perform his special mediations, finding it a little easier to center himself with each attempt. As he became more adept turning his focus inwards, he began to notice how he could interact with air molecules around him with a fine control he hadn't exhibited before. Certainly, he had pushed air before, but he hadn't attempted to manipulate individual particles on such a granular level.

Once more, he reached out to the Grandmaster with his new findings, seeking advice on the development.

"I'm not sure if it was the point of your training, but I feel as if I can grip things with more precision, like I was fumbling around with oven mitts before."

He looked around, seeing his surroundings a little differently as he could start to break down various interactions within the environment in his mind's eye, like raw coding now being unveiled to him. Previously, he had only noticed such activity while reading the currents within circuity as he showed a natural affinity for mecha deru.

Matsu Ike

 

[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

"Precision and focus are important, we have sought to increase the ability to focus on the force. Which can come out in different ways for some but the general goal is to make it so you can do a lot more with less strain on the body and mind." She saaid it while moving around one of the chambers and offering a small grin to some fo the other jedi who were there. She brought up screens to show more information. "We are also always looking to observe and see how the force can be evolved, augmented or understood. We have been developing the closest most can find to a newer generation of teachings... which will make the students better able to handle the galaxy."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

"I do feel as though I have become more efficient as I started to listen to my body more in relation to the Force." His unique growth during this phase of training had also been a welcome development, something he wished to refine more on his road to becoming a Jedi Master someday.

However, his attention now shifted to the Grandmaster, curious about her own work.

"Any interesting developments while I was away?" He grinned.

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Matsu Ike
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[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

"NOt as many, the galaxies are quiet right now. But we were able to refine our Battlemaster AI, each piece of the saber on its own is impressive, capable of aiding in combat. Our newest ships are coming off the line for fighters and largely we have continued to install on Atrisia and several other worlds solari towers. TO handle darkside miasma that may become a danger." She said it but there was alwaays more being worked on. "We are also scouting new temle locations, going over the navigational data from a wonder of engieering we discovered." She said it while looking at a screen showing a plaanet. "We discovered it and it is a ship.. the size of a planet, it looks like one as well and reads like one but it observes everything. The species that made it used it to observe millions of galaxies and billions of species."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

It hadn't been too long since Mykel and the Grandmaster had been separated, so the progressive report was brief but substantial. New breakthroughs in technology and greater defenses against the Sith's myriad of sinister force multipliers deployed during their unending invasions of civilized space. However, what really piqued his interest was the discovery of a massive xeno ship, observing the rendering of the behemoth on Matsu's display with mouth slightly agape.

She contended it was some sort of observatory platform to survey millions of galaxies. With all the current mayhem unleashed in this galaxy at the moment, he hadn't really had much time to consider happenings beyond it. Now quite literally above it all, he started to look outward as these new mysteries provided a welcome break from local devastations.

"That's incredible! But as for the creators themselves...are they still present? Have you made contact with them?"

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Matsu Ike​

 

[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

"We have no idea for certain. Something like this hints to longevity. To make a flying planet that goes from system to system, galaxy to galaxy. Based on all navigational data that we are able to determine we should be able to check on a few aspects. Back tracking the data we can observe and see if they did things or were just passive. It would give us a lot more information on locations which makes it quicker and easier to adapt the technologies as needed." She said it while the displays were showing what mapping they had done. "If we go off some of the models we have they don't use lightspeed. Traveling for hundreds or thousands of years seems to not be an issue. We're guessing that it shut down because there might have been an attack or it could have been encountered by another species traveling between galaxies. The vong are the working theory, they find the world, land and discovered the technology which they hated. Attacked the world and it possibly engaged a safety protocol to get away or they left it once it stopped moving."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Almost on cue, a micro-singularity popped into existence several lightyears away from the Silver Rest complex above the Galactic Rim. From this singularity spewed forth tachyonic bursts, modulated to transmit data. No doubt the sophisticated sensors of the Rest and its associate satellites would pick up the tachyon streams and eventually decode the transmission.

The data packets were quite dense, mostly packed with telemetry related to the origin point of the sender, but it all began with a simple but poignant header:

// HELP US! YOU ARE OUR ONLY HOPE! //​

Under the tenure of Grandmaster Matsu Ike, the Silver Jedi had extended their influence beyond their home galaxy. A new reputation was being slowly built across the universe, for better or worse. As explorers and saviors, but also as interlopers and competition. Now came the time again to add yet a new chapter to this fresh arc of discovery.

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Matsu Ike​

 

[Matsu Ike]

Mykel Dawson

In the communications room of the Silver rest, a striking human woman with rich ebony skin and short, neatly cropped black hair sits poised at her console. Her figure barely contained by the form-fitting silver-white uniform of the Order embroidered and hugging her ample curves as she leans forward intently. The soft chime echoes through the room, and a holographic hardlight display flickers to life before her and the others. Projecting streams of encrypted data in glowing blue aurebesh script. Her dark eyes narrow with focus, lips parting slightly in concentration as she reaches out, fingers dancing across the controls. "Incoming transmission... heavily encoded," she murmurs to herself, voice smooth and professional.

She initiates the decryption protocols, watching as layers of cipher unravel on the holo-screen frrom the different AI's, revealing fragments of a urgent message. Her posture straightens, a mix of caution and determination etching her features as the first clear words emerge. She send the message quickly enough as many of the Silver Jedi's communication networks are working. Receiving and intercepting communications from countless worlds as they spread out their influences. In the heart of the Silver Rest gardens the temple alcove was nestled high amid the colossal trees. Matsu was standing and talking to a young human Padawan in the renowned Shifting Gardens.

These living labyrinths, attuned to the Force and augmented with technologies, gently rearrange their vine-woven paths and blooming hedges to grant privacy, enclosing meditators in secluded glades where no unwelcome eyes or footsteps can intrude. The environmental plates able to shift and create their own vast mechanical systems hidden beneath the lush surface rumble subtly as ancient stone platforms rise or sink, vine-woven hedges and bioluminescent flora terraform into new arrangements, creating ever-changing secluded glades with dramatic flair—fairways of silver moss giving way to elevated dais, forested barriers, or open expanses at the Force's whim.

She was sitting cross-legged upon a low, ancient stone platform overgrown with soft silver moss, her warm bronze skin illuminated by the dappled, ethereal light filtering through the canopy. Long, raven-black hair flows unbound down her back, framing a serene face with closed eyes and gently parted lips. Her flowing robes pale silver and black fabric trimmed in white, embroidered with the subtle crescent emblem of the Order drape gracefully over her curved yet athletic form, the cloth pooling around her as she holds a traditional mudra: palms upturned on her knees, fingers delicately poised. A single Padawan braid, adorned with gleaming silver beads, trails over her shoulder, swaying faintly with her measured breaths.

Bioluminescent flowers pulse softly around her in rhythms synced to the Living Force, releasing faint scents of jasmine and spice, while the garden walls of twisting vines subtly shift and thicken, sealing her alcove in perfect isolation. The grandmaster stood outside of it as the distant hum of wildlife fades, leaving only the whisper of wind through leaves and the profound stillness within the gardens. The flashing indicator of her interface as the message appears on screen making her move. To go and look it over but her eye was flicking around as she directed them to start preparing teams to go where needed.