Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
As Orihime offered her more light, Sorel’s eyes cast about the area for anything of interest. In her mind’s eye, she expected something like the Jedi Library. Rows and rows of bookshelves, crammed full of information, all indexed and classified by type.
Here all she could see were databanks. Rows and rows and rows. It was a little anticlimactic, but she wondered if in truth it was her romantic view of the mission that was amiss.
Her hopes were raised when Orihime observed there were smaller rooms of the main area. Perhaps these held holocrons, or flimsies, or even datapads she could hold and access. But she suspected there would simply be more databanks. It was, after all, an efficient way to store information if you had enough to fill an entire planet.
[member="Orihime Ike"]
Here all she could see were databanks. Rows and rows and rows. It was a little anticlimactic, but she wondered if in truth it was her romantic view of the mission that was amiss.
Her hopes were raised when Orihime observed there were smaller rooms of the main area. Perhaps these held holocrons, or flimsies, or even datapads she could hold and access. But she suspected there would simply be more databanks. It was, after all, an efficient way to store information if you had enough to fill an entire planet.
[member="Orihime Ike"]