Private Girls Just Wanna Explore

[Persephone Dashiell]

TYTHON

Casaana | Ashlan's Embrace
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Feet touched the ground, exiting the small vessel as they landed at Hope's Peak Starport. No longer allowed on public transport, 'Zee' had flown herself and Cassi to Tython. Persephone had heard much about Tython, most notably it was a Jedi-centric planet. Even odder to herself was the fact, at least according to her research, the Jedi often protected the Ashlan Crusade historical sites, their cities, some of the archives. Persephone didn't quite understand why yet. Far as she knew, the Ashlan went on a quest to eradicate the Sith from the galaxy. Were the Jedi, at one time anyway, using the Ashlan for their own cause? Letting the group take the losses all in hope they could benefit later?

All questions she didn't know answers to. Persie had been tempted to ask Casaana but something told her the girl, who was still in her own training, most likely didn't know the answers. If she had a inkling it may only be surface level.

Part of the reason why they were here. Persephone wanted to gain access to the Archives to compare what she saw on Salazar's Rest. A mural she had found and carefully mapped and noted. A mysterious piece of her research.

Walking towards the city, Persie looked around, curious.

"Things look clean....the city is still bustling. I doubt all of the citizens are Jedi or followers of Ashla...yet." Persephone paused, looking at her friend. "Where do the credits come from? Upkeeping monuments is expensive. Citizens pay taxes, of course."

A small pause, cautious to broach the subject.

"Do you think, maybe secretly, Jedi are funding the cause? Ashlan Crusade? Things seem quiet but there are other ways to fight in the galaxy. Spread of propaganda and knowledge, just to name two."

 

[Casaana]

Casaana made a non-committal noise back at Persephone's question. She'd been a little surly and on edge ever since learning of her friend's planned destination. Her mood worsening as they drew nearer to the planet. "Cleaning droids are cheap, and politicians like to keep things clean. Like it's a reflection of themselves." Which might have sounded like deeper wisdom if she hadn't sounded so grumpy.

Tython had always been a deep-core world, and the planeshift hadn't done much to change that, other than maybe bring her sometimes home of Kattada closer to it. At least both worlds were now firmly away from Sith space. The young Jedi involuntarily shuddered at the thought, despite the light wool poncho she wore over what she'd insisted were her exploration clothes.

She glowered at a passerby and hiked her pack further up on her shoulders. "Come on, it's a long walk to the Empyrean," She said and glowered at the large structure rising over the city in the distance for good measure. "And who knows? There are so many orders and factions, schools and enclaves. I'm in at least five, two of them are even called 'The Jedi Order.' I think even the Ashlan called themselves Jedi? So I guess they were funding themselves?" She tried not to take her mood out on Persephone, she really did. Hopefully the other girl could see that.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone wasn't sure what was eating at her friend. They hadn't seen one another in some time, life tended to get the the way. Casaana was busy with apparently five different Jedi groups for starters. She was busy with finishing school, her education, internships....squeezing time in for anything seemed impossible for the both of them it seemed. Maybe Casi was just burnt out. Stressed. Persephone wasn't sure when Jedi 'advanced' but maybe her friend was close to such a milestone.

"Five? That seems like a lot."

Adjusting the straps on her rucksack, Persephone fell quiet after that comment. She had more questions but kept them to herself. Sun was beating down upon them as they advanced closer into the city. Zee was following at a respectful distance for once, perhaps sensing the fact the other teenager was in a bad mood. Persie wasn't going to pry. That was just counterintuitive.

The building they were heading to loomed large in the distance. Imposing. The Archives. Persephone wasn't even sure if she would be granted entry. If not there were ways - credits always talked. So did sneaking in. Lost in her thoughts, her head remained on a swivel, looking for anything interesting or out of place. Not that she would be able to tell.

 

[Casaana]

Persi got a shrug back from her friend in reply. She'd actually been in a lot more than five, but some Orders, like the Silver Jedi, weren't really a thing anymore. Moving around had just become a thing she did as she searched for a place to belong. At least before she'd joined the Royal Naboo Republic, now the High Republic. Very friendly, very welcoming sort. Still didn't have a Master.

Along the way to the Archives, a street vendor caught her eye and she dipped off towards it. "Hey, can I get those sunglasses? And do you have any peezos?" She pointed to the ones she wanted while digging through her pockets for her credstick. Bogan may have been below the horizon, but the dark moon's presence was like a loadstone on her mind. An ever present reminder pressing in on her. So maybe a little jolt of energy would lift spirits and help her get her mood under control. At least it'd help after the night of terrible sleep she'd had.

Returning to her friend, new glasses shading her eyes, she offered Persephone the open end of the little tube. "Peezo?"

Persephone Dashiell​