Tumbleweed
Jedi Master Jessa Haran went where the force took her.
And that meant she'd been brought to Arbra, many times, in fact. It was rare for the wandering jedi to put down roots anywhere, but there was something very special about this place. It had started as an inkling of an idea, an itch just out of reach of scratching. So, Jessa had made a choice: Arbra could be home -- even better, a haven. Once, long ago, this place had been inhabited by the rebels. It was time to revamp and bring the wayward Jedi home to roost. Or, at least give them a place to rest during their journeys through-out the galaxy. Armed with a plan, Jessa restored what she could of the former rebel base.
It was a work in progress, of course.
There was quite a lot to do, and Jessa finally accepted the fact that she couldn't do it alone. It wasn't often that she had contact with other Jedi, let alone the Order, but she had reached out to Master Vodet for assistance. Mostly, she needed an outside opinion... someone else to voice whether or not this was a mad endeavor. Proceed, or abandon this foolishness. Now, she waited at the 'hangar bay,' a cliffside with ample space for a ship to set down. Or she hoped so. Closing her eyes, she focused on the caverns that ran beneath the mountain -- the base was clear to her now, as was the underground city that had once been... and something else. Her wayfinder's sense told her many things about this place: hope, safety, and rest. There were other echos left behind in the force, but those were the most noticeable to her.
It wasn't long before the shape of a ship was visible against the sky. A smile grew on her face. She didn't know Master Vodet... yet, and she was looking forward to meeting him. It would be a nice change of pace to confer with a fellow Jedi. She raised a hand up into the air and offered an enthusiastic wave, as though those inside the ship could see her.
And that meant she'd been brought to Arbra, many times, in fact. It was rare for the wandering jedi to put down roots anywhere, but there was something very special about this place. It had started as an inkling of an idea, an itch just out of reach of scratching. So, Jessa had made a choice: Arbra could be home -- even better, a haven. Once, long ago, this place had been inhabited by the rebels. It was time to revamp and bring the wayward Jedi home to roost. Or, at least give them a place to rest during their journeys through-out the galaxy. Armed with a plan, Jessa restored what she could of the former rebel base.
It was a work in progress, of course.
There was quite a lot to do, and Jessa finally accepted the fact that she couldn't do it alone. It wasn't often that she had contact with other Jedi, let alone the Order, but she had reached out to Master Vodet for assistance. Mostly, she needed an outside opinion... someone else to voice whether or not this was a mad endeavor. Proceed, or abandon this foolishness. Now, she waited at the 'hangar bay,' a cliffside with ample space for a ship to set down. Or she hoped so. Closing her eyes, she focused on the caverns that ran beneath the mountain -- the base was clear to her now, as was the underground city that had once been... and something else. Her wayfinder's sense told her many things about this place: hope, safety, and rest. There were other echos left behind in the force, but those were the most noticeable to her.
It wasn't long before the shape of a ship was visible against the sky. A smile grew on her face. She didn't know Master Vodet... yet, and she was looking forward to meeting him. It would be a nice change of pace to confer with a fellow Jedi. She raised a hand up into the air and offered an enthusiastic wave, as though those inside the ship could see her.
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