Rhyse Calder
Kellan Jericho
Jand Talo
Kyric
Alexandra Feanor
Jasper Kai'el
Braze
existed
Between Exile and Hope ; A few denizens of Ossus had been made aware that a young man of short stature with snow white hair pale skin and green eyes had been frequenting the ruins of the Great Jedi Library on
Ossus. Several ships had been seen out by the old ruins briefly before they departed.
The ruins of Ossus stretched wide under the afternoon light, with broken spires of the once-great library rising like jagged teeth against the sky. The banners that once fluttered above the city lay in tatters here on the outskirts, abandoned to the creeping forests that now choked the fallen stones.
There was life here still. A small camp was left behind in one of the sheltered courtyards, ash-blackened firepit was evident just outside a ruin's entry way. The faintest trace of cooking smoke lingered where the wind funneled through shattered archways. Someone had been living among the ruins.
Recently.
A scattering of fresh footprints cut through the dust where ancient mosaic tile gave way to dirt. Some booted, others softer. A child's stride? Or a youth's? It wasn't entirely clear at first glance. What was clear, however, was that the tracks led inwards toward the hollow shell of the Library.
Somewhere ahead, faint sounds echoed, quickly swallowed by the stones. It almost sounded like a lesson being given… or a story retold.
Amidst the remnants of the encampment, the strike team would notice curious details scattered across the dusty ground. Simple drawings had been traced into the dirt, rough but deliberate, the blocky strokes of Aurabesh letters spelling out lines of the
Jedi Code. Nearby, other sketches depicted crude diagrams of lightsaber components: emitters, focusing lenses, power cells... basic outlines, as though someone had been practicing lessons for a novice.
Nothing appeared disturbed. The marks remained intact, untrampled, left with quiet intention.
Beside a cold campfire lay a small collection of shards; A collection of splinters of crystal and fractured glass-like material. Several cracked lenses glittered faintly in the wan light, failed attempts at compound focusing arrays. Whoever had been here was experimenting, learning, teaching perhaps… and had left behind evidence of both success and failure.
The story etched in the dirt and scattered fragments spoke of what had transpired here.
Near the inert fire, the Force seemed to almost hum faintly, like a low chord struck on an unseen string. It wasn't strong, but it lingered... an echo of calm instruction accompanied by patient words guiding another. A trace of presence that suggested someone had poured a piece of themselves into this place.
It felt less like abandonment, and more like a page left open in a book… as though something had been deliberately left behind, waiting to be picked up again.
Among the rocks that surrounded the small inert fire any one with sharp eye sight might catch a glimmer of
something poking out.
