[Mission] Perhaps the Archives are Incomplete

[Lord Gaius]

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Hasjo found himself embarked on a small transport vessel, flying over the city of Coruscant. Tall towers loomed over the bright city-surface. Between the cracks and beneath the dark pits, the criminals of the planet dwelled. A refuge from the glory of the rich, powerful and good that lived above. A pitiful fate that far too many succumbed too. Hasjo Hallu's large, black, beady eyes wandered the cityscape. Spying the sport ships that whizzed past, the old dust-buckets that moaned and croaked and whined. There was a flavour for every type of life here, crammed into a planet-wide city. The fascination had yet to fade for the Nautolan, whom had lived here all his life.

The transport vessel came to a grinding halt. Propulsion engines dying out. A droid-like voice cried over the telecom "Jedi Temple, docking bay-three-eight-zee." Hasjo gathered himself in his brown cloak, standing up and marching towards the lowering ramp. His footsteps softly padding against the metallic surface. He was to await for Padawan Novoxy before heading to Thyon and meeting with Master Gan. A few other Jedi glided past him, moving onward to start their daily routines. The sun was out and the clouds did little to hide it. Though the smog was evident in the air. He held his hands in the opposite sleeves, awaiting Novoxy's arrival before they would depart.

@[member="Rasu Gan"]
@[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"]

 

[Dom'rius Novoxy]

"I'm going to be late!" Dom'rius shouted as he bolted down the halls of residential corridors he lived in. He had overslept, just as he had the morning of his tests in order to become a Padawan. My how his sleeping habits liked to play games with him. Most nights he found himself tossing and turning unable to sleep due to the haunting thoughts of whether his parents were still alive, or whether they had become just another bloodstain left for the maintenance droids to clean up. Though it didn't effect him while he was working, he still couldn't help but think of it once he sat still and tried to lay his eyes to rest. Even when he slept, he was startled by dreams of men barging through his doors on just a normal day waking up in shock, heavy breath, and sweat-covered linens. Though this time he may have found himself missing out on a mission that would further progress him to becoming a full-fledged Padawan. The mission that was ahead was to be held at Tython, his future home for training. He had no other ways of transportation, as it was his choice to go their instead of staying at Ossus Jedi Academy. Though it seemed unfair, it was just.

Ripping around the final corner he hopped the vessel wouldn't have left without him just yet. To his luck it was there, but as he slowed down and began to approach it the doors began to close. Yelping, he reached out for the door's edge before it closed and managed to grasp it and fling himself into the vessel. "Destination: Jedi Temple." The vehicle spoke out to him as it sped off in the direction of his meeting point. He was told that he was to meet with Padawan Hallu, a Nautolan that he had come to meet in an awfully stressful situation. As the flaring sound of the burners that produced movement from the ship began to simmer down he looked out the window. Placing his hood over his head he disembarked the transport cruiser, his face shaded and his physical features hidden. He looked around having to tilt his head back slightly in order to gain a full view of the surrounding area. As he did, he noticed a more physically fit Nautolan, one that fit the look of a Jedi Knight much better than Dom'rius did.

He began to walk toward Hasjo's direction and brought down his hood as he approached him with rather large grin. "Padawan Hallu, nice seeing you again. Hasn't been too long since our last encounter, I hope. Padawan Dom'rius Novoxy." He nodded quickly, keeping his hands upon his hood and his arms draped down his torso. He flipped the hood back up over his head and bent backward a bit looking up at Hasjo, smiling then saying a delightful manner, "I've always liked these things, off to Tython then? Lead the way." Respectfully, he placed his hand out in front of him letting Hasjo take the lead.
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Padawan Hallu, nice seeing you again. Hasn't been too long since our last encounter, I hope. Padawan [member="Dom'rius Novoxy"]."
"I couldn't forget a Nautolan, even if I tried" Hasjo answered. His voice noticeably deeper than Novoxy's. He was older by five years, and a much more prominent swordsman. But where Hasjo lacked, Novoxy excelled.
"I've always liked these things, off to Tython then? Lead the way."
"These things?" he raised the muscle where a human's eyebrow would be located, showing clear interest. Though he knew that Novoxy must mean missions. With the other Padawans indication, Hasjo turned to lead him into the tray of the transport vessel. The ship was only fit for twenty-five passengers. A terrible rectangular shape. Painted white with red streaks. Hasjo motioned for him to take a seat "I'll be a moment."
He left the company of the fellow Nautolan and moved towards the front bay of the aircraft. The motion sensor detected his presence and the metallic cockpit door slid open, revealing two grey-suited pilots of Naboo origin. "Tython, as per schedule, with all due haste"
"Roger that" the co-pilot responded, reaching up to flick a series of switches. The pilot thumbed a button and the vessel began to raise off the ground. "Pulling up the tray" the pilot said. Hasjo fled from the room quietly, returning to sit across from the Nautolan. He reached over his shoulder and pulled the belts across his chest in an X fashion, buckling himself in. As the tray closed, the last few rays of natural sunlight vanished. The illuminating blue lights of the transport cargo bay lit the room. The propulsion drives roared. They were leaving the Coruscant atmosphere. "So why the Academy at Tython?" Hasjo asked, curious. He glanced at the window, which was now barricaded off by steel shutters. He frowned, then continued to ask "Have you seen much combat?." His stomach suddenly sank, the familiar sensation alerting him to the fact they had just entered Hyperspace.

 

[Dom'rius Novoxy]

"I couldn't forget a Nautolan, even if I tried" The young padawan was humbled by the answer and smirked upon hearing it.

"These things?" Dom'rius drew a blank face as he realized that he wasn't very direct with what he meant, and motioned toward his hood and robe to better make sense of what he meant. The sound of Hasjo's feet clanked onto the tray of the transport vessel and Dom's shortly followed. Motioning for Dom'rius to take a seat, he mentioned that he'd be just a moment. Dom'rius nodded and plopped onto one of the slightly uncomfortable seats, strapping himself in getting ready to prepare himself for the violation of nausea to begin setting in. He let out a preparatory sigh and swallowed hard. He made it certain to obtain a window seat to ease the inevitable.

It hadn't been very long since his last time traveling, he had went to Ilum with Master Ran as well as many others on an expedition to obtain their crystals. An item that was deemed necessary to obtain by hand by every Jedi. Yet, the loud pleasantries that managed to make the ship move still managed to startle the timid padawan to shift in his seat just a bit, as beads of sweat began to form upon his head. Just as Galactic City began to grow smaller and smaller Hasjo spoke, startling Dom once more. "So why the Academy at Tython?" He chuckled awkwardly and threw an smile equally as awkward.

He sighed before giving his response, it seemed embarrassment was just as inevitable as the motion sickness he would come to make acquaintance with once more. "Well, when I went to Ilum on an expedition to obtain my crystal, I just came to meet so many friendly faces and they all made me feel a part of the team. Y'know? I don't know, I've never really fit in well anywhere... especially Coruscant. Which has only brought ill-memories of the place. I've lived there all my life, I find it time for a bit of a change. What about you? Why not leave Coruscant, there are plenty of other Academies you could go to, why do you choose to stay in Coruscant?" It was clear by the tone in his voice that Coruscant had left a bad taste in his mouth, and it wouldn't be hard for Hasjo to pick up on. He seemed to look out the window at the same time that his partner did, only to be startled once more by the windows being closed up rapidly by steel shutters. Space travel, gotta love it.

Without a view outside the sweating began to grow a bit intense and made him want to remove the robe that he wore, but the straps were fastened too tight in order for him to do so. He still motioned in attempt to, but failed rather quickly. His green hue began to turn slightly pale as they continued on and he stared at the floor trying to bring his mind to other things. "Have you seen much combat?." Hasjo queried, causing Dom to raise his gaze up to the man, which would potentially be startling to anyone that didn't know him too well. However, he'd quickly look down as his entire body sank into the chair by the momentum of entering Hyperspace. Though it only made things worse, it was slightly relieving to know that he wouldn't be aboard the ship much longer. "Sorry... I've got this thing with space travel... but, uh, no not exactly. As I said during our last meet it's not exactly my forte. Just wish my forte was having an strong stomach." His voice trembled as he spoke and his hand begin to shake slightly, he could the feel the yearn to extract his stomach's contents orally, but gulped in attempt to keep it from happening. He chuckled awkwardly once more before trying to smile his way through the urge to vomit.

 

[Lord Gaius]

"What about you? Why not leave Coruscant, there are plenty of other Academies you could go to, why do you choose to stay in Coruscant?" the Nautolan inquired, and Hasjo noted his nervousness. The padawan clearly hated space travel, where-as Hasjo secretly adored it. He smiled, answering his question while the thought of flying was on his mind "I don't actually train on Coruscant. I train on Ossus at the Jedi Academy there. My father lives in the city as a Librarian in a museum, I come to visit him often. Though it seems making friends has proven difficult. Many are of similar age to myself, but I am one of the few Masterless . ." he paused, clearly an upsetting situation "And the others do not take a fondness to my personality, nor my race. It seems I am the black sheep there. I am what some call a traditionalist. I follow the old Jedi Code. Not to mention, my fellow padawans are more Dark Jedi than true Jedi. I caught some bullying and harassing a young child, whom was mute. Physically beating her. Of course, I stopped them. Alas, I do not feel welcome there."
"Sorry... I've got this thing with space travel..."
"I could tell" Hasjo chuckled.
"But, uh, no not exactly. As I said during our last meet it's not exactly my forte. Just wish my forte was having an strong stomach."
"You'll live" Hasjo joked with him. Unbuckling himself and standing up. He had a keen sense for when a vessel was about to exit Hyperspace. He walked over, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder before turning towards the rear tray. Hasjo stood there, his stomach feeling as though it had fallen for a moment. They exited hyperspace and the windows shutters reared away, revealing the void that is space, and the planet of Tython. "If Master [member="Rasu Gan"] is otherwise held-up with other affairs, I will have to continue this mission alone" he turned, raising that muscle once more as though he were a human with eyebrows "Lest you wish to accompany me?"
The vessel hit the atmosphere and descended with extreme velocity. The vehicle shuddered as it braked, hard. Hasjo was forced to step forward to keep his balance. Then the drives died down, and the rear bay door began to open. They were at the Jedi Temple of Tython.

 

[Dom'rius Novoxy]

Dom'rius shifted his gaze back to the ground, but tried to glance up periodically out of respect that the two were conversing. "I don't actually train on Coruscant. I train on Ossus at the Jedi Academy there. My father lives in the city as a Librarian in a museum, I come to visit him often. Though it seems making friends has proven difficult. Many are of similar age to myself, but I am one of the few Masterless . ." Though Dom'rius wasn't looking at him, he could sense a slight change in his travel companion's aura one that led him to believe that the subject was serious to him. "And the others do not take a fondness to my personality, nor my race. It seems I am the black sheep there. I am what some call a traditionalist. I follow the old Jedi Code. Not to mention, my fellow padawans are more Dark Jedi than true Jedi. I caught some bullying and harassing a young child, whom was mute. Physically beating her. Of course, I stopped them. Alas, I do not feel welcome there." He knew how he felt, he had always been the black sheep the entirety of his life. While it humbled Dom'rius to see that he wasn't the only one to have the same situation, it also troubled him all the same. Dom'rius was rather knowledgeable on all of the different Codes past generations of Jedi had held to, he had studied them all several times before for guidance. Though, he made no comments on where he held allegiance according to the Jedi Code as it was a touchy subject to some these days and he didn't really want to get into due to the current situation he was in.

"You'll live" His words were blunt, but he was right after all and the reassurance did give him a slight ease at mind. He could hear the wrestling of the seat's buckle across from him, indicating that Hasjo had arose from his seat. Dom knew it was best for him to stay in his seat, as his space legs didn't hold much integrity. The sudden jolt of the ships movement caused his stomach to turn once more, but at least now he was able to have clear vision that they were moving, and that alone would keep him from hurling. He was able to ease up from the tight grip he had on the seat and leaned forward to turn and see Hasjo standing at the aft portion of the vessel. "If Master Rasu Ganhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2595-rasu-gan/ is otherwise held-up with other affairs, I will have to continue this mission alone" He then turned to lift a brow at Dom. "Lest you wish to accompany me?" Though he was unsure as to what mission it was that he was speaking of, he had made no plans to see through to a mission. The plan was to get to Tython and make his presence known to the Academy.

"Well, wha--" His words were cut short by the turbulence that the vessel faced as it broke through Tython's atmosphere and rattled its way to a halt before the ramp began to fall back down once more. The light penetrated his large eyes and caused him to bring a hand up over his face to block the beaming rays until he was more acclimated. He unfastened his harness and released his self from the, now sweat-drenched, seat. He turned to look back at it and chuckled lightly as his face began to gain some color back to it. He walked forward to Hallu and stretched a bit before speaking once more. "Right... that's never fun... landing. As I was saying, while I have further plans that need to be executed for my arrival I suppose they can be postponed for a while. It's just... what exactly does this mission entail? Is it something a low-class Padawan such as myself could handle?" He insulted himself slightly, but he was just harsh on himself at times.

He continued on to walk down the ramp, several steps down the ramp and he became in awe of the lack of metal that surrounded this area. It was so scenic, full of life of land. The ship had landed on a pad that was just outside of the Temple. "Don't you think this place looks more like home to us anyway? I mean, look at it. It's beautiful. Though, I did hear that the Temple is one of the only actually "safe" places to be due to all the different races and tribes that make up the population. Kind of cool, though, to know there are more species that are outcasted like us. I'd like to study them and get to know their dialect a bit when I can." Dom'rius was completely serious by what he said, but he said with compassion and joy in unison. The gaze that he held on the land clearly distinguished how intrigued he was to begin his journey at the Academy.

@[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"What exactly does this mission entail?" Hasjo listened, ignoring the remark he made about himself. He took it at face-value for what it was for. Hasjo was like that, it was a poor trait he held; a reason why he has made so very few friends at Ossus. Hasjo spoke firmly as he walked down the tray, the leather soles of his boots slapping against the metal. His brown, woollen cloak draped over his shoulders and down onto the floor, slowly dragging behind him. "I am to search through local ruins and retrieve whatever artifacts I can find" he spoke matter-of-factly, perhaps a little too serious. Another trait of his. Were one to stalk Hasjo, you would notice the Jedi Padawan was ever rarely at ease. He was always deadly serious. The Nautolan spoke again "Don't you think this place looks more like home to us anyway?"
Hasjo glanced around, taking in the surroundings. "Not enough water for it to be home" Hasjo accurately judged.
"I mean, look at it. It's beautiful."
He had another look, "Yes, it is quite. Though I prefer the cityscapes of Coruscant"
"I did hear that the Temple is one of the only actually "safe" places to be due to all the different races and tribes that make up the population."
"No where is truly 'safe', per-say. Though I know what you mean. I do not believe the tribes would ever bother the Jedi here lest they be daft, or join together in force"
"Kind of cool, though, to know there are more species that are outcasted like us. I'd like to study them and get to know their dialect a bit when I can."
Hasjo turned to him, smiling once more "You sound like a Consular. Is that the path you wish to seek? I myself wish to be a Jedi Guardian, lest they reinstate the Jedi Starfighter Corps. I actually stood before the senate and requested the Jedi Starfighter Corps be reborn. I hope they heed my words"
Hasjo walked through a large archway and into the bowels of the temple. He could hear the distant rumble of the transport vessel leaving the planet; returning to Coruscant. The corridor was immense, and horribly quiet. The padding feet of distant padawans could be heard, and their echoing whispers. "Master [member="Rasu Gan"]?" he shouted in hopes she would hear.

 

[Dom'rius Novoxy]

"I am to search through local ruins and retrieve whatever artifacts I can find" Dom'rius turned back to give Hasjo a look that read "say what", it was a rather broad task to complete and it seemed like there wasn't exactly anything that was truly being "looked for". It'd likely make the mission a bit more difficult as neither of them would know what these artifacts would look like, but just the word artifact in its own made Dom'rius a little tickled inside. He was keen to historical things of sorts and technological objects that dated back to a prior era. They interested him deeply. "Artifacts, huh? I like the idea of getting to discover artifacts. I'm sure Master @[member="Rasu Gan"] wouldn't mind if I put off my tour of the place to aid in a mission." He spoke rather jubilant at the chance he was being given and went on to say the things he was saying. To which Hasjo had his own replies. Dom'rius wanted to respond to what was being said to him about the planet, but he didn't want to be smart with his new friend, as it truly wasn't enough to be called home.

His comments pertaining to the other inhabitants of the planet made him somewhat fear that those things would happen, though they were unlikely it was already said and it'd forever be slapped to the back of his mind. Hasjo turned to Dom and smiled, "You sound like a Consular. Is that the path you wish to seek? I myself wish to be a Jedi Guardian, lest they reinstate the Jedi Starfighter Corps. I actually stood before the senate and requested the Jedi Starfighter Corps be reborn. I hope they heed my words" Dom'rius had never really thought of what his future would be in the Jedi as he was so focus on being a decent Padawan first, but now that he mentioned it Consular was an admirable place for him to be.

"Yes, actually. I've never really put much thought to it, but I guess I would prefer to go the path of a Consular rather than a Guardian. It's in my skill set, I suppose. Though, the Jedi Starfighter Corps is something that I could never dream of being a part of. With the previously seen problems you witnessed me a victim to, you'd probably understand why. Though being a part of something like that truly would a fulfilling duty." He spoke rather chipper, thinking about what his future as well as Hasjo's could entail. He watched as the padawan began to shout out Master @[member="Rasu Gan"]'s name, which made Dom'rius chuckle slightly. "Call me crazy, but I don't think she can hear you. She must be held up somewhere else. I'm sure if we asked the guards of the temple they might have a better answer to when she was last seen?" He suggested, placing his hand upon his chin.

 

[Rasu Gan]

(SORRY SORRY SORRY! Have been busy with Council things.)

Walking at a rather brisk pace, Rasu quickly wrapped a thick robe over her tunic, knowing that Tython was a long way into its winter months. She had offered her services to a pair of Padawans, travelling here from Tython, and had hoped to catch them as they arrived however that didn't seem the case. Her meeting with the Temple staff had run slightly over time, and now she was cutting into the Padawan's exploring time, something that she hated doing. Taking a moment to catch her breathe, she stopped and looked out a nearby viewport, watching as a nearby shuttle began to lift off back into the sky, having already relieved itself of passengers. Panic again entrenched her, breaking back into a run as she descended the entrance hall staircase, oblivious to the astonished stares that were shot at her by other Jedi. How odd she must look, a Jedi Master dressed in heavy robes, running at a breakneck speed down a flight of stairs. However she was not worried about this, having her attention instead focused on a pair of Nautolans chatting just a few feet away from her.

Stopping, she brought her hands down to flatten her robes before approaching the two Padawans, recognising one of them from a recent trip to Ilum whereas the other she had yet to meet. Guilt washed over her as she realised that the pair were in search of her, cringing as one of the Padawan's shouted her name, his voice echoing throughout the hall, bouncing off the carved walls, causing the stained glass windows to shake. Picking up her pace, she closed the distance between the Padawans in a couple of seconds, standing with an apologetic look plastered on her face as she greeted the pair.

"I'm so sorry young one's. The Academy Council meeting ran a bit over time and delayed me slightly, but here I am." She said looking over the two, taking note of the lack of warm clothing the air had on. "Aren't you two cold? Tython's in the middle of winter right now. Are you sure you don't want me to fetch you any thicker robes?"

@[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Call me crazy, but I don't think she can hear you. She must be held up somewhere else. I'm sure if we asked the guards of the temple they might have a better answer to when she was last seen?"
"Your crazy" Hasjo called him with that deadpan seriousness he was so known for. He slowly turned, flashing a sly smile. Hasjo had his moments of humour, however rare they truly were. He opened his mouth to speak when someone approached, speaking. It was Master [member="Rasu Gan"]. "I'm so sorry young one's. The Academy Council meeting ran a bit over time and delayed me slightly, but here I am." She said looking over the two, taking note of the lack of warm clothing the pair had on. "Aren't you two cold? Tython's in the middle of winter right now. Are you sure you don't want me to fetch you any thicker robes?"
Hasjo dismissed the offer, finding his woollen robe to provide him enough warmth "I will be fine, Master Gan. I am blessed to be in your presence. I am Padawan Hallu." He gave a bow of his head in her direction with a warm smile on his lips. He glanced to [member="Dom'rius Novoxy"] and motioned "Padawan Novoxy has volunteered his services to join us on our mission. Though I am afraid I do not know much about what I should keep an eye out for specifically - both in terms of artifacts and hostiles" he returned his hands to clasp one another in front of him "Perhaps you could divulge on this? You have a far deeper understanding of Tython than myself"

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

Silence did not typically agree with young Padawan Wareyasui, but today he felt it was necessary. Master Gan was already late and he had not done an expedient job of greeting their two new arrivals on time either. So the boy trailed behind her, keeping his words and opinions to himself, despite how numerous they were. So far, Moroi had done a lot, almost all of it based in combat too. At this point, he felt playing at being an archaeologist was beneath him, not fit for his skills. Of course, that kind of hubris was exactly why Master @[member="Yinch"] had sent him on this escapade, Moroi could use a lesson away from fighting and violence to appreciate the little things in life, like playing in the dirt. Moroi secretly believed it was another attempt by Yinch to pass him off on @[member="Rasu Gan"] again, since overseeing the boy's excessive appetite for activity was undoubtedly tiring, that and Yinch liked messing with his head like the little green demon he was. The two of them reached where he was meeting the two Master Gan was supposed to take on this mission, his only knowledge on them was their species. Considering that Nautolans were not exactly a...let's go with wide spread race, Moroi figured at least one of them was going to be the same he had met on Ilum.

Moroi arrived a short time after Master Gan. He was fast for his age, but he did not have the experience or power necessary to rival the elder woman, while thankfully she drew most of the astonished glaring that came from a Jedi sprinting through the tight halls, and came in through the door just as the Nautolan he did not recognize, @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] finished citing his mission for them. He seemed...a lot like Moroi actually. Taciturn, to the point, sardonic...it annoyed Moroi. The other Nautolan however was familiar to him, as he suspected. He had met @[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"] on Ilum when they both were assembling their respective lightsabers and a curt nod followed in his direction. He had liked the man for the short time he had spent with him and was glad that he was on the mission as well. It afforded him someone to talk to. For the time being Moroi would remain silent until Master Gan could finish her den mother routine and reprimand them for not wearing a coat outside.

 

[Dom'rius Novoxy]

After an extended amount of time waiting and converting about the beautiful spacious area that surrounded the two padawan Master Rasu Gan had finally made an appearance. Whether it was a late appearance or not her presence would be a delight to him, as he remembered how much she had aided him in Ilum to obtaining the parts necessary to assemble his lightsaber. After hearing what Master Rasu Gan had said about Tython being in the winter, he hadn't really come to notice it. Though it was likely that it was due to his species well adaption to cool temperatures within the fathoms of water they cohabited. "Though it is rather chilly, I suppose. I believe me and Padawan Hallu to be adequate in regards to a larger coat. Our species is known for having to travel deep into bodies of water to hunt, so it's in our blood. Your concern is highly appreciated though, Master and it is well to make your acquaintance once more." He winced as she radiated a smirk toward Master @[member="Rasu Gan"], then proce. Though he did notice a familiar face had tagged along with her. Ah, yes, it was Padawan @[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]. He had come to acquaintance with the guy on their escapade in Ilum. He remembered the face quite well, as well as his name. Though he was being a bit more quiet than usual, as he only extended a nod toward his direction. "Padawan Wareyasui! To see you, a pleasure it is." Dom'rius made his feeble attempt at mimicking the Padawan's master to see that he wasn't by his side.

Hasjo went on to question what Dom'rius had asked him before about blindingly searching for nothing, practically. The three were completely oblivious as to what was artifact and what was not. He would nod in agreement with Padawan @[member="Hasjo Hallu"]'s query to Master Rasu Gan, and would away for her to respond to him.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Rasu began to answer Hasjo question concerning their mission, however closed her mouth before any words could escape, as the last addition to the group finally arrived. She turned to face the final Padawan, smiling at the young human.

"Welcome Moroi." she said, gesturing for the Jedi to join the group. They were in no rush of course, but it was the Shi'ido's excitement that urged her to get the mission started. Rasu had recently received a vision, one that had caused her to take part in such a mission. Rasu had felt a holocron calling to her in this vision, one of immense power and knowledge, one that had seemed quite familiar to her, as if she had seen it before. This had caused her to search deeper, discovering that it had been a holocron of the Sith Imperial war era that she had envisioned. Rasu could sense it now, even here in the Academy, calling to her, somewhere out in the Tython ruins.

She informed the Padawans of this, revealing their goal of locating this holocron so it could be returned into Jedi hands. "Are there any questions before we head out?" she asked, making sure that all three Padawans had understood the mission before the left the Academy and into the Tython wilds.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Dom'rius Novoxy"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]