Equipment: Datapad, Standard lightsaber
Location: Baros Sal-Soren's Compound, Naboo
Tag: Miri Nimdok
A small team of Jedi had been permitted access to the facility formally in Brandyn's father's possession. Well, technically, it was still owned by the senior Sal-Soren, but Brandyn was in a state of investigation about the matter. Some would say that he was in denial. They were wrong.
From the front door, there was a long corridor, approximately 3 meters wide, that ran the full length of the harshly industrial duracrete building. The corridor's left wall was a long window, overlooking a remote section Lake Country. There had previously been a water fall that flowed over the middle two-quarters of the corridor, but its feeder stream had been blocked and rerouted in the attack on Naboo months earlier. The evidence of the waterfall was still present in the water stains on the polished floor. The water had clearly come through cracks in the corridors window, cracks that were now sealed with some sort of epoxy.
The hallway no longer held anything of interest, the items that had once been displayed having already been catalogued, but the door to the right at the corridor's end gave way to a much more interesting locale. The atrium that opened up had three walkways encircling the high walls, making three levels of exhibits. A fourth floor existed above the atriums ceiling, but this had been cordoned off by senior members of the Order.
The Sith holocron that had once been the piece de resistance of the first floor was already gone, packaged and labeled for transport back to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. There were still many items of Jedi and Sith origin of note that remained in the complex. The first floor was eclectic, but all seemed highly valued by the owner - tapestries, paintings, amulets and ritualistic tools displayed within their own encasements. The first floor displays consisted of tablets and papyrus, historical records with Jedi and Sith origins. The second floor held a collection of ancient Force user weapons, each displayed on a perch and behind their own glass encasements. Some of the encasements were open, by brute force or otherwise, and were being poured over by Jedi scholars. The third floor contained a range of expressionist pieces of art. Brandyn had spent time looking over them. Despite the lack of actual form to most of them, they all certainly expressed a 'vibe' that he could understand.
Brandyn had only just returned to the facility, which was slowly and quietly being emptied by the New Jedi Order. He had not had a big role in the process, but had returned on this occasion to check on its progress, and perhaps find more clues as to who it was that put all of it here.
"You there," Brandyn called over to a Jedi near to the door, they were marking the box of items for its transport to Coruscant, "how goes the schedule?"
"Not...great," the Jedi replied with a shrug, "there is some debate over whether or not some of the pieces on the third floor should be immediately returned to their planet of origin, or if we are justified in taking them back to Coruscant for research."
"Ah," Brandyn said, "well I guess I should go add my uneducated opinion to the discussion."
His fellow Jedi just shrugged, seeming to be a little defeated in the work.