Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
Since the Republic lost Ossus and she arrived to find the place empty and desolate, she’d been searching. For answers and for her destiny. She’d head the Silver Jedi were now overseeing Ossus. And that the Jedi Order was looking to merge with the New Jedi Order. Neither felt comfortable for her to sign up to right now. She needed time to reflect, to choose wisely and not rush into a decision she would see as long term.
For this reason she’d been hopping between Temples and Academies, meeting folks there and doing her best to understand what they stood for. How closely they followed the Code and which governments they aligned themselves to. It could take a week, or a year. Or even a lifetime, but she would be as patient as she could – she owed her old Master that much at least.
So she’d hauled her old ship to a site that she knew to be one that once was home to the B'omarr Order. They were monks who had their brains surgically removed and placed in jars containing nutrient fluid. Whenever they wanted to move, the bottled-brains used spider-like droid walkers. Some of their temples were taken over by smugglers, who turned them into their personal retreats - Jabba’s Palace on Tatooine being the most famous. But now it was home to the Silver Order and she was to meet someone from that Order here. And she hoped it wasn’t the fabled jungle rancor.
Her old VCX-100 landed in the hangar and once she powered down, she headed to the rear of the ship and, punching a button, lowered the exit ramp. She stepped forwards and took in the view, whilst waiting for her host to greet her.
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