Her Legacy
She'd split her time between Olega, and Naboo, but she never felt more at home than here.
Secretly, she is a Keeper with the Order of the Selab, and her personal and private library she built over the years was here, in her old quarters -- still. In reality, she felt like this was the only academy she ever experienced that had an openness to the study of diverse interpretations of the Force with a Jedi lens, seeking to understand it exoterically and esoterically; this made it the perfect place to study....especially things beyond the scope of what the Jedi have been known or cared to do.
She had been struggling to adjust to being on a council again, if anything her career has shown them to be useless....it was too much red tape and bureaucracy for her liking, and not enough doing the work. History and experience had shown many things to be repeatedly true, and a few of those things were that the Jedi were always slow to act, always limited in their thinking, and always looking for hope in places that were consistently dark and horrifying. But they were not a monolith by any means. Nowadays, the Jedi were few in number, and scattered across the universe in small groups. She knew this would happen, had told them this would happen, and as of late, she felt they were on the verge of losing this war...and maybe they should.
She had given enough already.
She sat there now more so to provide clarity on the Force, stay in the loop on things and others, and to honor her apprentices
Romi had once been apart of an elite task force of Jedi sent out to hunt Ashin Varanin and bring her to justice, she was even apart of her trial as a judge. She'd been aboard the Pomojema, and had confiscated many items, from books, to trinkets, etc all to be secured for later use in the trial. Afterwards, she saw to their overall protection, some had been kept here on Jakku with the Eremite Anchorites for study and safe keeping, and others had been sent to Ferryman's Reach.
This Sith scroll in particular was an earlier draft, concepts, thoughts, and a blueprint...mostly writers had them or an unedited version before the official version. She had many journals before producing Jade's Anthology -- but back then she hadn't quite had the time to dig in and understand it.
The scroll wasn't treated like an artifact.
Romi had already removed it from its casing, unrolled across a cleared surface, weighted at the corners to keep it flat. She didn't linger on the opening sections, blood quantities, warnings, authorial tone. That wasn't what she was looking for.
Her focus settled on the diagrams and symbols; that's where her eyes went immediately. Totem placement. Spacing. Deployment patterns.
Her eyes tracked the geometry first, then the symbols, and later the language. Lines intersecting at deliberate intervals. Rotational symmetry. Planar and volumetric configurations depending on scale. She adjusted the scroll slightly, rotating it a few degrees to follow the structure more cleanly.
"Anchors of some kind," she muttered under her breath. And they had been placed, or distributed somehow.
Her gaze moved to the next section, scaling notes, behavior variation. Interdiction strength wasn't fixed. It could pull, slow, disrupt. Tunable. That meant thresholds. That meant control.
Romi leaned back slightly, eyes still on the scroll.
"This isn't just a spell," she said quietly.
One of the Eremite Anchorites had approached, and her head whipped around, "Were you able to identify the language within this?" she asked, running a finger over the inscribed text next to the geometric figures,
"All efforts point it towards the Massassi." the Anchorite revealed.
Her expression tightened, attention returning to the text. To herself, "Then this is older than it looks…" she said quietly.
A beat.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the structure again.
"Or closer to the source."
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