The Eye of the Storm
Jonyna had spent the last few hours putting up what would be the first in a series of hyperwave masts to get the word out. An encrypted signal, but one that had to what would be to anyone outside of the NJO a series of random sequences, to those who had once been inside of the walls of the temple on Coruscant were a calling card to come to the temple.
Gotto.
That was the word she had chosen to be the keyword for it all. She couldn't help but pay homage to the strange jedi wanderer who had pulled her out of the ice.
Who would show? She wouldn't know. The code was vague, at best. She wanted only those willing to decode it to show.