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Faction Delving into the Great Library. [The Fallen Order]

Location: Ooroo Valley, Ossus
Objective: Find and explore The Great Jedi Library
Tags: Phyress Vaelor Phyress Vaelor , Elyndrella Elyndrella ,
Tags: Braze Braze , Aiden Porte Aiden Porte


It was often said that the red sands of Ooroo Valley consumed everything left alone in its expanse. Sandstorms often raged across the desert plains, making travel through it exceptionally dangerous. Light from Ossus's sun barely cracked through the torrent of rust, leaving only hateful red particles as far as the eye could see. Yet and still, the caravan of small vehicles pressed forward, like a colony of steel insects crawling across through the rocky valley.

In the distance, illuminated only by the lights mounted on the vehicles, were stone walls adorned with likenesses of past Jedi. It had taken weeks of labor by excavation teams to uncover the timeworn structure. It was The Great Jedi Library, a place of learning once heralded as a beacon of knowledge in an dim galaxy. This was the prize that The Fallen Order had sought, and soon it would be theirs.

Unyielding black stones clashed with the backdrop of crimson sand, rising high above the desert, offering shelter to the weary. Workers had left the site, their task was done for now. Now came the unenviable task of sorting through the ruins of this lost place of learning.

Dark Jedi of The Fallen Order were not hear for simple scholarly pursuits however, they were here for the hoard of valuable information deep within. It was not about preserving history and knowledge, it was about plundering grave of Jedi for their own good! Such things were to be expected from the self serving and zealous followers of The Order. Dark Jedi in and of them selves were renowned for their exploitation of others to gain power. This would be what was needed for them to begin resurrecting the ways of old.

Figures in black moved from the transports, walking in meticulous steps towards the entrance of The Library. A statue holding a lightsaber loomed over them, as if judging the group. In spite of the stone watcher, the robed masses moved into The Library. Soon they began moving in smaller groups, carrying lights deep into the ruins. The various groups would move to different sectors, working to decode, research, and collect information from the various artifacts.

In the main lobby was a group dedicated to erecting computers and machines to sift through data. Overseeing the operation was T'zarna Khab, the Grandmaster of The Fallen Order. She wasn't necessarily the most technical, but she wanted to be assured that the work was being done. Setting the metaphorical foundations of her new hive was too important not to manage directly. For the other sectors, she would have to delegate to other members of The Order. It would fall to them to strengthen the hive.
 





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The Great Library did not feel empty. That was the first thing Phyress noticed as she crossed the threshold. Not silent—no, silence implied absence. This place was not absent. It was layered. The air itself carried weight, as though every step stirred something unseen beneath the surface. Dust lay undisturbed across the vast expanse of the main lobby, yet the Force whispered through it like wind through buried leaves.

Memory. Not hers. Phyress Vaelor moved slowly, her presence a quiet contrast to the activity beginning to stir behind her. Equipment. Power sources. The low hum of reactivation as others set about resurrecting the digital remains of the Library.

She paid them no mind. Her path curved naturally inward, away from terminals and shattered consoles, toward the open expanse where the architecture rose like a cathedral of knowledge long abandoned. Her boots made little sound against the stone, her tattered, refashioned robes shifting softly—alive in subtle ways, the fabric settling just ahead of her movements.

She stopped near the center of the chamber. Closed her eyes. And listened. The Force here was… fractured. Not broken—never broken—but scattered. Threads pulled loose and left to drift. Echoes of hands that had touched artifacts, minds that had studied them, intentions both reverent and curious. The Library had not simply stored knowledge.

It had held it. Imprinted it. And even now, long after its fall, it remembered. Phyress exhaled slowly, letting her awareness sink deeper. Not searching the surface. Not chasing the loudest presence. That was the mistake of those who relied too heavily on instinct. Instead, she reached for what did not want to be found. A flicker. Faint. Gone.

Her brow furrowed slightly. “…You’re still here,” she murmured under her breath. Not a person. Not a presence in the way most would define it. An impression. Something once significant enough to leave a scar in the Force, now buried beneath time and neglect. Her eyes opened. Slowly.

Behind her, she could feel T’zarna—steady, distinct, a fixed point amid the shifting currents. Others moved as well, their intentions focused on rebuilding access, restoring systems, uncovering what data remained intact. Valuable. Necessary. But incomplete.

Phyress turned her head slightly, gaze drifting across the towering shelves and broken alcoves that stretched into shadow. “Records fade,” she said quietly, though not necessarily to anyone in particular. “Corrupt. Erase.”

Her eyes narrowed faintly, the soft glow beneath her skin pulsing once in response to something deeper within the Library’s unseen layers. “But this place…” A step forward. “…doesn’t forget.” She began to move again, no longer wandering. Following.

Each step guided by something subtle, something buried—not a call, not a command, but a resonance. The kind left behind by objects that had mattered. Objects that had been used. Studied. Fought over. Hidden.

Her hand drifted lightly along the edge of a broken structure as she passed, not touching so much as tracing the space just above it. Feeling the remnants of what had once been. Old. Powerful. Waiting. She did not look back as she spoke again, voice low but steady.

“If you’re looking for answers in the systems…” a faint pause, almost thoughtful, “…you’ll find what was left behind.” Another step. Another shift in the unseen currents guiding her forward. “But I’m not.”

Her gaze fixed ahead now, deeper into the Library’s shadowed interior. “I’m looking for what they couldn’t erase.” And whatever it was…It was beginning to answer.




Location: Jedi Library Ruins, Ossus • Objective: Artifact Recovery
• Company: T'zarna Khab T'zarna Khab | Elyndrella Elyndrella
• Adversaries: Braze Braze | Aiden Porte Aiden Porte



 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"



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After establishing a small renewal project on Dantooine, Braze had very much set his sights on restoring the Great Jedi Library to its former glory. There was still an immense amount of work to be done on Ossus, and Braze knew all too well the dangers that still lingered there. It had been some time, and the Imperials were no longer loitering over the territory surrounding Ossus, allowing his attention to turn there once more. He would have to see for himself what had changed in his absence.

What he found was that he was not the only one with designs on the Great Jedi Library. He did not know who these people were, nor was he convinced they were friendly. Having spent the early part of his exile living within the old structure, he was fairly familiar with its layout and the dangers hidden inside. He had little trouble slipping in unseen, veiling his presence as he watched the newcomers and tried to discern their purpose, putting his Jedi Shadow skills to use.

He inspected several of the vehicles and pieces of equipment they had brought, hoping to glean some hint of their intentions. At the same time, he listened closely to the chatter of those at work, gathering what information he could from the voices drifting through the ruins.

Braze decidedly settled his attentions on one of the older containment systems near the relic vaults and scroll chambers, where ancient safeguards still clung to usefulness in spite of the ruin around them. He brushed a damaged relay with practiced care and fed a small thread of power into its old heart.

Suddenly a set of shimmering barriers sprang unevenly to life around a nearby alcove, caging several intruders within and drawing sudden confusion from those around them.

The disruption did exactly what he needed it to. Voices rose, as attention shifted, and bodies moved toward the containment flare in hurried response. While their focus gathered there, Braze stepped through the distraction like a passing shadow. He lifted an access code cylinder from among the equipment without ceremony, then slipped away toward one of the deeper corridors before anyone thought to look elsewhere.

 
Location: The Great Jedi Library (Abandoned New Imperial Inquisition Headquarters) - Ossus
Mission Objective: Secure the Chamber of Antiquities.
Tag: T'zarna Khab T'zarna Khab Phyress Vaelor Phyress Vaelor Braze Braze

The secrets of the Great Jedi Library and by extension, the abandoned headquarters of the New Imperial Inquisition awaited the hive. With the collapse of the Empire of the Lost and its successor state, the Imperial Confederation, on the surface, there seemed to be little capable of stopping the Fallen Order from claiming the location. However, with her mind imprinted with the extracted knowledge of two Zeison Sha Masters, Elyndrella knew intuitively that hidden dangers might lurk in the shadows, and that situations could shift as abruptly as the volatile extremes of Yanibar’s climate.

Thus, the small-statured Quendesh pressed deeper into the Library’s shadowed interior with all due caution. Her photoreactive eyes adjusted to the low light almost immediately, pupils narrowing into vertical slits as she scanned the surrounding hallway. Sensing no immediate threats within the vicinity, she continued forward, soon passing through the Hall of Knowledge before slipping through one of the entrances into the Chamber of Antiquities.

The automatic door slid shut behind her with a soft hiss, her ears twitching at the sound before she casted her gaze ahead toward the relic vaults and scroll chambers beyond.

Her ears twitched again as a piece of ancient equipment whirred and hummed back to life, followed by a series of shouts and protests.

Elyndrella broke into a sprint towards the source of the commotion. There, she found a damaged relay device, powering a set of shimmering barriers around an alcove with workers trapped inside. She glanced at the relay’s terminal and pressed a button to deactivate the barriers. Sighs of relief echoed throughout the chamber as the workers stepped out, with a few offering her murmured thanks and grateful smiles.

She returned their smiles with a gracious nod, before turning her attention back to the alcoves, her gaze narrowing as she scanned the area. Her metaphysical senses reached out in the process, searching and probing for anything beyond the pale.

Her brows knitted. Someone had been here. There was an intruder moving in the midst of the hive.


 

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Shay crossed the red sands as she watched her workers digging, there had been a collapse of the roof of one of the buildings and now her people were frantically trying to dig their way through the sand dune that had piled in. They had made it most of the way and the supervisor wished to be the one to show her the breakthrough, in the hopes that he earn her favour. She smiled under the wrap that kept the sand out of her face. "Good, you are through, I will proceed along. Once your people have finished, arm them and have noone follow me. she instructed as she walked past the slave and tossed him a half empty water bottle that he quickly opened and drank.

The last few sands she reached out with the force and parted the sand to show the corridor in front of her. She had an intent here, she knew that, she could feel it. What the intent was, might take a little longer to reveal itself fully. But she had time.

She felt a shift in the force as nearby a small group of workers were trapped within a forcefield. Of course she didnt know why they were scared, only that there was a wave of fear emanating from their direction. Did she feel something else? Yes she did, there was a lightsider about, she knew Jedi, how the felt, how they smelled. Her ears twitched as she listened for movement.

 
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Aiden Porte did not enter the deeper reaches of the Library quickly. He stepped across the fractured threshold with measured calm, his awareness already stretched outward through the Force as he felt the quiet disturbance layered beneath the silence, something older than fear and far more patient than the violence he had faced on worlds like Korriban. He steadied his presence as a small beacon of living light against the drifting shadow that clung to the architecture.

The darkness here was not aggressive, yet it watched. Aiden moved forward anyway, each step deliberate as he allowed the Force to guide him toward the same subtle fracture in the current that others had begun to follow, recognizing the unmistakable signature of something hidden rather than destroyed.

He felt the familiar presence of one nearby. He wondered if he too felt the call, whatever shadow lingered here. It must be destroyed.


 

Tag: T'zarna Khab T'zarna Khab Phyress Vaelor Phyress Vaelor Elyndrella Elyndrella Ra'Shayne Vorr Ra'Shayne Vorr Braze Braze Aiden Porte Aiden Porte

The very idea of violating the once Great Jedi Library was delicious in it's own right. But the opportunity to discover what the greedy jedi had hidden there, hoarding it from the galaxy, made it all the more tempting. Those arrogant, self-appointed gatekeepers of knowledge surely possessed texts full of secrets deep in the archives. Now, a new order would liberate that knowledge from it's tomb under the sand.

They entered the unburied structure. Grains of that crimson sand clung to her black robes, but Kali'ka paid it no mind. She simply lowered the hood, shaking her thick mane of raven-black hair. The robe was allowed to fall open, revealing glimpses of black leather and bronzed, inked skin.

The sorceress followed behind T'zarna Khab, but at a respectable distance. It was the Supreme Leader who drew the wandering Kiffar to the Order. A creature beautifully horrorifying, brutally raw in her unslaked hate, luscious in her Darkness, Kali'ka was draw to T'zarna Khab like a night moth to hellfire.

Entering with them was the Gorathi. Whispered secrets said she too had been a young, promising jedi, abandoned by her master, just as Kali had been. They were like sisters, both incinerate in the crucible of betrayal, purged of the jedi corruption and set upon a new course of life. Kali watched as Phyress wandered, her lips breathing hushed words, certainly weighing the gravity of the place in which they stood.

Others were there too, she knew, somewhere. Elyndrella had proceeded them, her spritely form disappearing down one corridor. The Cathar was about too, but Kali knew not where.

Kali'ka too drifted away from the staging of equipment to skulk in the shadowy recesses of the chamber. Her fingers, ungloved, grazed the old stone as she drifted by, feeliing their gritty texture against the pads of her digits. Then she pressed them against the cold block more firmly. Mahogany eyes slid shut as she felt with more than her tactile senses. In her mind's eye, she saw shifting images. Jedi passing through the chamber in it's height, glorious and pristine. Others followed, darker, imperials. Some visions were clearer, some mere shadows. Her hand lifted away.

The place was not empty, it was full of memory.

Kali strode up behind Phyress. "Shall we see what secrets await us in this library's belly?" She uttered, her voice a smooth oil, coaxing her comrade to allow her to join her in the exploration.


 

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