Faction Resonance in the Lattice [Recruiting A Jedi]

[Olarra Zand]

LOCATION: Low-Rent Hangar Deck // Docking Berth 19 // The Ring of Kafrene
MISSION: First Encounter with Jedi - Recruitment Hook
FACTION: The Silver Jedi, THR, or other active Jedi Order
TRACKING: Seo Linn Matsu Ike
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The rhythmic, industrial pulse of the Ring of Kafrene was a deafening chaos of grinding gears and plasma torches, but inside the dim, oil-slicked corridor of Docking Berth 19, the atmosphere shifted to a peculiar, deliberate beat. It wasn't a standard mechanical signal. For anyone accustomed to the invisible currents of the Force who happened to be navigating the lower port decks looking for a shipwright, the audio cue was impossible to ignore. From the open boarding ramp of a battered, mismatched Ghtroc 720 freighter named the Fool's Errand, a heavy metallic thud rang out, cutting straight through the loud blare of local swing music and the sharp hiss of distant atmospheric vents. Three fast, manual strikes with a fine chisel, followed immediately by a heavy, long-delayed compression blow from a pneumatic sledge. The cadence didn't match the frantic, rushed speed of a traditional smithy shop. It was slow. Measured. It perfectly mimicked the precise, rhythmic breathing patterns of someone seemingly in a trance.

Stepping past the Threshold of the airlock, the pristine interior of the ship's central hold shattered the illusion of the rusted hull outside. The air smelled of clean, multi-stage alpine oxygen, superheated ozone, and the deep, rich aroma of steeping star-leaf tea.

Inside, there was no massive, heavily armored industrial master smith standing over the anvil. Instead, the lone figure in the center of the foundry was a young Pantoran woman, looking no older than her mid-20s. She moved with a fluid, and athletic economy of motion which appeared completely out of balance with the intensity of her work. Her calm cerulean blue skin glistened under the amber fire of a partially-enclosed induction blast furnace, and her short, styled cream-colored hair rested pristinely along the borders of her slightly sweaty face. A heavy, heat-resistant apron was slung over an industrial tank top, exposing a deceptively powerful, lean musculature forged by a lifetime of swinging her hammer.

The smith was working on something volatile. Across her bare arms and shoulders, a complex personal tapestry of golden-yellow achievement tattoos and stylized, jagged ancient glyphs glinted sharply in the firelight. As she focused, her amber eyes naturally shifted into the near-infrared spectrum, glowing with a soft luminescence as she watched the molecular heat signatures bleed across the superheated billet of Phrik-Laminanium.

For a witness standing quietly in the shadows of the ramp, the scene defied normal manufacturing physics. A raw, massive, and entirely unrefined ripple of concentrated intent seemed to radiate directly through her. She was locked in intense flow state, extending from her arms, down the grip of her fingers and around the handles of her tools. It was as though a subtle, yet powerful invisible telekinetic pressure was clamping down on the molten metal, between her hammer blows seeming to somehow steady the atomic bonds themselves. Floating 3D holographic wireframes projected by an advanced lab AI named SAMI spun slowly above her workbench, slightly morphing as she manipulated the steel, and flashing analytical warnings while the concerned whining of an E-B loader droid grumbled in the background about power spikes on the auxiliary reactor grid.

With a final, ringing blow from her pneumatic hammer, the process was locked. As her intense stare softened, Olarra pulled the glowing blade form from the anvil, inspecting the piece with the eyes of a seasoned smith before lowering it carefully into a hydro-glycol cooling sink. As the liquid bubbled and steamed, Olarra could finally let out the sharp, ragged gasp that had been held back in her chest as her self-taught endurance trance slipped, leaving her hands tremoring at the return of the intense physical strain her focus helped her postpone.

She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her forearm, turning with an exhausted gaze toward the shadows of her airlock. As she became reconnected with her immediate surroundings, she spotted the outline of a cloaked traveler standing quietly near the threshold, her look of fatigue instantly transitioned into a her usual bright, free-spirited grin. Completely unaware that her frantic concentration had just broadcasted a profound energetic wave into the surrounding corridor, one that anyone attuned to the Force would easily have detected. Olarra gave her usual greeting for new customers as she reached for her favorite polished obsidian and green jadeite cups sitting on her dark wood desk. Removing the heated kettle from its warmer, she poured two steaming, rich cup of tea, the smooth alpine aroma instantly cutting through the lingering tang of hot metal.

"Welcome to Malachor Forgeworks! I'm Olarra, I run the place. What brings you in today stranger?" Olarra chuckled softly, her hair swaying as she gave her leather gloves a quick pull to tighten them against her wrists. Her eyes inspected the traveler with a curious scan. "Apologies for not hearing you come in, friend! I hope you weren't wandering the lower decks for too long before you found me. Would you like to join me in a cup of tea or did you just climb up my ramp to watch the furnace?"

 

[Matsu Ike]

Olarra Zand Seo Linn

Matsu's hands glided through the air as she was working. Slowly adjusting and her focus were on the smallest parts. The ring that the jedi was wearing as the silver grandmaster checked the Emergency Speeder. The ring was being adjusted to their size when she activated it and the hardlight projected itself. A speeder bike with transparent blue but the jedi was sitting on it and holding the handlebars. "Better feeling?" She looked at Reya as she was sitting there and checked it with some adjustments. She moved around it though checking it and motioned with her hand as one went up towards the Crystal Biot who was standing there for the moment and recording the information for the technical manual.

"It is feeling better." She said it while looking around and then she gripped the hardlight for the moment and allowed herself to move around on it as Matsu was going around with her. Taking the moment to get all of it before she was alerted. One hand coming up to see while she focused the air to entangle the screen. The Echo Network giving her a view and Matsu turned her attention as she was moving up towards the rafters. "Interesting." She allowed the force to guide her while she didn't disturb the air and sifted through the netherworld of the unbeing. She moved as going from the utopian was a blink, a thought and then she was there for a moment.

Her presences shrinking as she focused, art of the small making even a supernova of the force seem like a small spark. Eyes looking across the world while she was connecting to the world. Generating the force as she breathed in the force energies of the living force from here and a thousand different worlds into her lungs. Each molecule entangled, mirroring another allowing her to combine and take in the purity of it. "Stillness." She moved with a small glide through the air and entangled the air around and in front of her to mirror what was behind her. A small cloaking field around her so that she could explore and observe first before just hovering there.

The jedi grandmaster remained still in the air as her molecular vibrations let her adjust and be out of it. The ankle length hair floating against the gravity, her sleeveless silver robes glistening in the light while her feet were hovering milimeters off of the surface of the ground. Making it almost impossible to tell that she was hovering for herself instead of walking. The only visible was no footfalls or prints while she moved and saw the girl Olarra with a small tilt of her head. Her voice coming out though as she remained there and presented herself as the smallest person in the room. "Tea is always lovely." She said it though with a grin on her face when she moved and looked around more.

 

[Olarra Zand]

Seo Linn Matsu Ike

Olarra noticed that her workshop seemed to be of interest to her guest. This was not uncommon, as the space-worn exterior of the Fools Errand was the exact opposite of how Olarra maintained the inner holds. Secretly she hoped that whatever brought her new customer in that night had the potential to at least turn over a few credits. At least that would get at least a couple overdue materials invoices paid and hopefully satisfy her neurotic droid-assistant VeeCee for a while.

Suddenly, from above the heavy anvil, the floating 3D holographic wireframes of the synthesis modeler went frantic. SAMI's smooth, conversational voice chimed into the open room with a rare note of processing confusion.

"Olarra, the environmental sensors are recording a localized atmospheric compression event. Mass calculations indicate another entity is present, but atomic thermal telemetry registers the space as completely unoccupied. I am logging a severe mechanical systemic anomaly. Please complete diagnostics when possible"

"Quiet, SAMI," Olarra murmured, hoping the disruption by her forge AI didn't make the potential client uncomfortable.

As promised, Olarra graciously extended a tea cup to the mysterious visitor. The calm tambor of the woman's voice had been unexpectedly soothing for Olarra, a welcome respite given her weariness at the time. The moment her hand got within arm's reach, the violent post-forge tremors that had been racking her cerulean fingers instantly died out. The physical exhaustion in her chest vanished, completely grounded and balanced by the sheer, ungrounded serenity bleeding off the stranger. Olarra stared down at her perfectly steady hands for a fraction of a second, utterly bewildered, before looking back up into the woman's eyes with a fascinated, playful gleam. As they sipped together, Olarra's short cream-colored hair swayed gently as she tilted her head, gesturing for the woman to take a seat at her dark wooden desk.

"She's all built to spec. My designs mostly. I know she's a bucket from the docking bay, but you can never be to careful around these parts. Kafrene can get sketchy if everyone realizes you've got valuable raw materials on board."

After emptying her cup, Olarra asked, "So how can I help?".

As Olarra waited for a reply, she began to notice her own energy shifting. Sitting in the presence of the enigmatic stranger triggered in her not only a profound sense of calm, but also a palpable excitement that felt like it came from her very bones. There was something profound happening, though Olarra had no idea what was causing it. It was a feeling that was both alien and familiar all at once. The air around the silver-robed stranger didn't carry the cold, jagged static of the Kafrene shipyards. It felt impossibly pure. Weighted, but weightless. It was a massive, perfectly ordered current of energy that seemed to press down on the entire hold, turning the roaring background hum of the plasma furnace into a soft, distant whisper.

"I don't usually take walk-ins at this hour", she said hesitantly, "but there is just....well...something tells me you're all right. If there is anything I or my forge can do to help, I'd be happy to lend a hand".

 

[Nolan ork]

“Hello I’m Nolan ork I heard you were recruiting Jedi”

 

[Seo Linn]

The sensation had drawn Seo long before she ever saw the forge.

It wasn't simply the Force. She had spent years around Jedi, healers, scholars, and Masters whose presence radiated serenity or strength. This felt... different. Untamed. Instinctive. Like someone reaching into the current without ever realizing the current had reached back.

She followed beside Matsu through the battered docking ring, saying little as the Grandmaster accepted the offered tea. Seo's attention drifted instead around the workshop, taking in the carefully maintained interior hidden behind the freighter's weathered hull, the scattered tools that had clearly seen years of honest work, and finally the young Pantoran herself.

She looked, at first glance, like any other young craftswoman working long hours at a forge, but the impression lasted only a heartbeat. Seo could still feel the lingering echo of the concentration that had filled the workshop moments earlier, an invisible imprint left behind by someone who had poured every part of herself into her craft. It was not the disciplined focus of a trained Jedi nor the refined control of years spent under a Master. It was something far rarer: natural, instinctive, and entirely her own.

As Nolan introduced himself, Seo offered him a small, welcoming smile before returning her attention to Olarra.

"I am Seo Linn," she introduced herself simply, making no mention of rank as she inclined her head politely toward the Pantoran. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Olarra." Her gold eyes drifted briefly toward the cooling blade resting in its bath before returning to the smith. "I don't believe your forge called to us by accident." There was no accusation in her voice, only quiet curiosity born from years of observing people. "The focus you carry while you work... very few people are capable of losing themselves so completely in their craft. Most never realize they're doing something extraordinary until someone points it out."

Accepting the offered cup with both hands, Seo breathed in the fragrant steam before taking a small, appreciative sip. A faint smile touched her lips as the warmth settled in. "It is excellent," she said sincerely, lowering the cup with quiet care. "Thank you for sharing it with us."

Only then did she glance briefly toward Matsu, content to let the Grandmaster guide the conversation wherever she believed it should go.

Nolan ork Olarra Zand Matsu Ike

 

[Olarra Zand]

Matsu Ike Seo Linn Nolan ork

Olarra's breath hitched slightly as she poured the tea, her amber eyes shifting as she registered a second presence within the warm periphery of the her workstation sanctuary.

She had been so completely transfixed by the silver-robed woman's sudden entrance that her natural senses had completely blanked on the companion stepping out from the shadows of the airlock threshold. But as Seo Linn stepped forward, introducing herself with a polite, measured inclination of her head, Olarra felt the invisible room-scale current shift once more.

When she spoke to the first stranger, Olarra had felt the immense wave of tranquility seeming to radiate off of her. When Seo spoke up, her voice, like Matsu's carried a similarly unintelligible harmonious aura about it, but Seo's energy was somehow softer. Muted. It was a calm, anchored warmth that radiated a profound sense of quiet security that rolled across the metal deck plates of the Fool's Errand, completely dismantling the industrial din of the lower Kafrene docks Olarra was so used to.

She listened silently as Seo spoke, not realizing that her fingers were tightly gripping the edges of her smooth obsidian cup in utter bewilderment at the vibrations in the air. The wanderer's words, gentle, curious, and devastatingly precise, pierced right through the young blacksmith's casual personality. Most never realize they're doing something extraordinary until someone points it out. The words hung in Olarra's mind as she heard them and a sudden chill raced down her spine, completely contrasting the waning heat of the cooling furnace behind her. For her entire life, she had treated her "vocabulary" with metallurgy as a private, freakish stroke of luck. She had spent thousands of isolated hours inside corporate shipyards and deep-space foundries assuming she was just a girl who just intuitively "understood" how to hear and feel the vibrations curving through the raw materials. But hearing it mirrored aloud by a total stranger, the realization that the invisible telekinetic clamp she used to lock atomic bonds was something extraordinary made her universe feel impossibly vast and provided a sense of validation that Olarra had never before experienced in all of her greatest successes.

The mechanical logic of SAMI's warning logs faded into the background. The concerned, structural calculations of Veecee became irrelevant noise. The deep, palpable excitement vibrating in her bones grew into a deafening crescendo, an intuitive tidal wave that washed away her deep-seated Pantoran caution. Something monumental, ancient, and undeniably profound was happening inside her ship's hold, and every raw instinct she possessed screamed that to resist it would be absolute foolishness.

She wasn't just an artist or a blacksmith anymore. She was a needle being pulled toward a magnetic north.

Still so unsure of her own feelings, she began to feel the slightest twinge of doubt. Could what she was feeling even be possible? Or was she completely misreading the passing compliments from two strangers as something more? Olarra knew that she had always wondered how and why she could do the things she did, and in her most private wishes always longed for an answer, but it occurred to her that she might also just be playing up a fantasy at the visitor's expense. Cautiously, Olarra told herself to go with the flow. She gave a small, genuine nod to Seo and flashed a soft smile as she acknowledged the compliments about her work and the Tarine blend.

She glanced briefly toward the newest arrival, an imposing man who called himself Nolan whom had just stepped up the ramp talking about "recruiting Jedi," her brow furrowing slightly as the word Jedi echoed in her ears for the first time tonight.

She turned her eyes back to Matsu and Seo, her gaze intense, playful, and completely open.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this, and you'd have no way of knowing otherwise, but I've spent my whole life assuming my hands just knew how to listen to stress fractures," Olarra said softly, her voice carrying a rhythmic, raw honesty as she gestured toward the cooling Phrik blade in the sink. "But sitting here with the two of you... the air in my own forge feels different. It's like a perfectly tuned engine. It's steadying my hands, and it's telling me that whatever brought you up my boarding ramp tonight has absolutely nothing to do with ship repair..."

She leaned back against her translation desk, crossing her arms as her golden tattoos glinted in the dying embers of the hearth. "Miss Seo... you said my forge called to you. And Nolan here says you're looking for 'Jedi.' I don't know what that word means, and I don't know what kind of language you're speaking... but I want to learn it. Please...tell me what you see when you look at my anvil."

 

[Matsu Ike]

Olarra Zand Nolan ork Seo Linn

SHe listened to her and offered a small smile as Seo and Nolan spoke. The tea was there in her hands as she sipped it witha pinkie extending outwards before she was asked the question and wondered. Listening to the AI that the girl had while she moved around for a moment and allowed herself to observe and see the forge itself. What she was asking before as Matsu moved through the air and didn't disturb it. her hair moving with its own gravity behind her lightly. "Hmmm I see potential there, a thousand possible things that can come from such creations. Each potential piece cascading across the force to fill more and more potential ways." SHe said it and looked at Seo and Nolan who was there with a small look of interest. "It is quite impressive."

 

[Nolan ork]

“Yes the force is a magnificent construct”

 

[Seo Linn]

Seo remained quiet for a moment, allowing Olarra's words to settle. She could hear the uncertainty beneath the curiosity, the hope carefully wrapped in caution, as though the young smith feared that giving voice to what she had felt might somehow make it disappear.

When she finally spoke, her voice carried the same calm warmth it always had.

"When I look at your anvil..." Her gold eyes drifted toward the cooling blade before continuing. "I don't simply see metal being shaped. I see someone giving a part of themselves to every piece they create." A faint smile touched her lips. "Patience. Dedication. Care. Those things become part of the work whether the smith realizes it or not."

Her gaze returned to Olarra.

"You asked what I see." She paused only briefly. "I see someone who has been listening to the Force her entire life without realizing it had been speaking back."

There was no attempt to overwhelm her with grand revelations.

Only honesty.

"The Force is not a language that belongs only to Jedi. It exists in every living thing. Most people experience it as intuition, inspiration, or those moments when they simply know the next step before they can explain why." She nodded toward the forge. "You have spent years trusting those instincts. The difference is that yours answer with remarkable clarity."

Seo glanced toward Matsu as the Grandmaster spoke of possibility, her own smile growing slightly.

"I think Master Matsu is right." There was quiet respect in her voice. "Potential is exactly what I see as well. Not because of what you can become someday, but because of who you already are." She folded her hands comfortably before her. "The Force has not changed you by our arrival. We've simply given a name to something that has always been there."

Only then did she turn toward Nolan, acknowledging him with the same welcoming smile she had offered earlier.

"It is," she agreed. "Magnificent... but also deeply personal." Her gaze briefly swept across everyone gathered within the forge. "No two people experience the Force in quite the same way. Each of us learns to listen to it differently." She looked back toward Olarra. "Tonight isn't about recruiting someone into an Order. It's about helping someone understand a part of themselves they may have been carrying all along."

Olarra Zand Matsu Ike Nolan ork

 

[Olarra Zand]

Olarra stayed leaned back against the edge of her desk, her arms still crossed over her apron as she let Seo's words settle. Her fingers dug tightly into her her elbows as she listened with painstaking anticipation.

...listening to the Force her entire life....

Hearing it so plainly made her uneasy, but a deep, irrepressible hum of excitement continued to course through her. Olarra's gaze shifted from Seo to Matsu, her brow furrowing in genuine, wide-eyed wonder.

"Look, I appreciate the compliments, truly," Olarra said, her voice dropping to a soft, utterly fascinated whisper. "You've said things to me just now that feel like I've waited a lifetime to hear. But to be honest, I still do not understand. To me, a 'Jedi' is just an old keyword from fragmented history files Roqar smuggles to collectors. I always figured it was some dead wartime rank from centuries ago. And this 'Force'..." She gestured with a steady hand toward the cooling Phrik blade. "I have absolutely no context for. It sounds like you are talking about...magic...it sure feels like it too."

She uncrossed her arms, stepping out from the desk with a restless, energized stride. "When I clamp down on a melting compound with my focus, I'm not trying to do something extraordinary," she stated plainly, looking between the two women, her eyes settling back on Matsu. "I'm just holding the atoms still so the lattice doesn't fracture and explode in my face. I thought it was just a technical knack I had that the clumsy sensors corporate shipyards use didn't. But when I handed you that cup of tea and my shakes vanished completely...thats never happened to me before. What in the stars is happening right now?!"

She locked her amber eyes back onto Seo and her face lit up with the pure, infectious thrill of solving a brand new riddle before settling back into a countenance of confusion once more.

"Can you, I don't know, translate it for me? Help me understand how any of this is possible? If this energy has been answering my hammer strikes this whole time, how does it actually work? How could I even learn to understand something that SAMI can't calculate and Veecee can't log? And If you are Jedi, what would you possibly want with someoene like me?"

Seo Linn Matsu Ike Nolan ork

 

[Matsu Ike]

Olarra Zand Seo Linn Nolan ork

She looked at the girl and offered a smile to it as her confusion seemed to be there with a look though. She turned to look at her though and offered a small grin. "Well the rank of jedi was a title in long ago wars but it is also a group. Protectors of the people, of civilization, Justice is in there but the people we protect make justice and civilization." She was speaking but she only stood there for the moment and brought a hand up before she moved a little more. "But to simplify it you have stepped into a larger world. The power you hold is a unique skill only a handful are able to use. Smiths and forge workers are a rarity." She said it though offering the cup back as she looked at the forge itself and was gliding around while she moved up and was upside down but moving like she waas normal there for a moment. "The force though is in all living things, it binds the galaxy together and weaves through all planes of it."

 

[Olarra Zand]

Olarra watched their expressions carefully, her gaze darting back and forth between the two Jedi and the faint, pulsing blue light of SAMI's standby grid. She didn't wait for them to throw more philosophies at her. The restless, energized hum in her bones was driving her, pushing her to put a physical weight to the massive, invisible concepts they were trying to name.

A sudden, determined resolve cut through her wide-eyed wonder. She uncrossed her arms and gestured with a fluid, athletic turn toward the left mandible corridor of the Fool's Errand. She realized that this might be a once-in-her-life chance to get some clear answers. "Please, come with me. You need to see something". She turned and stepped out of the pristine foundry hold, her heavy work boots clicking with a fast, decisive rhythm against the deck plates as she led the way into her acoustically isolated meditation room. "This is where I come to recover when it feels like my mind and body are at their limit. As you saw, my forging sessions really take it out of me...".

The air inside the sanctuary was cool, meticulously climate-controlled, and rich with a deeply layered aroma. The sharp, volatile tang of hot ozone was entirely absent here, replaced instead by the ancient, soothing scent of burning Altari incense that coiled lazily from a small brass burner, blending seamlessly with the crisp, comforting smell of old paper, sun-dried parchment, and vintage leather scroll-cases. The deck plates were covered by a thick, plush rug of deep charcoal wool that completely drowned out the low, vibrating hum of the freighter's sub-light engines.

Lined up securely along the anti-vibration bulkheads were beautifully machined, dark wood shelves holding her sprawling, unorganized collection of journals, data-slates and black-market logs. Off to the side, a large, intricate kinetic sculpture Olarra had forged from hand-polished Songsteel rings and translucent pearlite leaves turned and rippled in a fluid, perpetual dance guided by the ship's soft air vents, casting soothing, geometric shadows across the room. In the center of the long wall at the front of the sanctuary, and suspended within a crystal-clear, illuminated stasis field, sat a heavily damaged, ancient looking panel from piece of chest armor plate. Olarra stopped in front of the illuminated display, her cream-colored hair catching the soft pale-blue light of the stasis field.

"It was a gift from Roqar a few years back. It's kind of become my secret treasure...but really its...something more..." she murmured, her voice dropping its playful edge, laced instead with a deep, consuming reverence. "Rocky told me it was something special he found when he was clearing out some old temple place. He tends to exaggerate his stories sometimes though, and I thought it could have just been some oxidized scrap so I had SAMI take a look. Her sensors struck completely out when we analyzed it. That...never happens. The molecular profile readout said it's impossible—the chemical signatures say these two metals should have structurally repelled each other and fractured under heat. But look at the weld." Olarra directed the Jedi's attention to the periphery of the piece. "The pattern weld is woven together like fine silk. It's....flawless. And given the disparity in the base materials, I've never really understood how it has held together this way for so long. Have you ever seen something so strange?"

She slowly reached out, her fingers hovering just a millimeter away from the pale silver filigree.

"But it's not just the geometry that breaks my head though," Olarra admitted softly, looking back over her shoulder toward Seo and Master Matsu, her face completely now open. "It's what happens when I touch it. Every single time my bare skin makes contact with this filigree, it completely scrambles my head. It triggers this massive, violent contradiction inside my chest. It excites me. It fills me with this intense, soaring warmth and then at the exact same millisecond, it hits me with this terrifying wave of pure dread and sickness. It upsets me so deeply I want to throw it out an airlock, but I can't stop looking at it." She let her hand drop back to her side, her cerulean fingers curling into a tight fist.

"And the visions... they don't give me any clarity," she continued, her amber eyes wide as she complexly voiced the riddle that had haunted her since she was a nine-year-old girl in the Pantoran scrap-heaps. "It's been like that since I was a girl. When I touch a piece of history, I have these...well...visions. I never talk about them out of fear someone will think I'm nuts. And I guess they're not exactly "visions". I don't get a clean, cinematic story. I just get these jagged, disjointed flashes moments in time. It can be kind of a sensory overload honestly. Sometimes I see the crushing power of a hydraulic press, other times I see an object being used or broken, and sometimes I feel what the smith who made something felt, whether it was good or bad. I've spent my entire life trying to piece those broken blueprints in my projects."

She turned back to face the two Jedi fully, a fierce, eager curiosity driving her final inquiry.

"Can it really have always been this 'Force' that causes all of these feelings in my chest? Are the visions a part of it too? I'm really sorry for carrying on this way and asking so many crazy questions. This is honestly the first time I've ever felt like someone might be able to answer them. I just need to understand...

Seo Linn Matsu Ike Nolan ork

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Novac had been doing some chores he'd been meaning to do for his ship, this dock was the closest place that seemed decent.

As he went from place to place he heard about a forge on a near by ship in the dock, he'd been hoping to find someone who could work with songsteel as his droids sword as in need of some work. As he went up the ramp he looked around, it looked and felt quite nice in side, better then the outside for sure. He did wonder a bit why the outside wasn't as nice but thought then again the outside didn't really matter compared to the inside where you live.

The space was devoid of people, but someone was here given the pleasant smell of tea. He could barely hear talking and went to investigate. Novac had learned that everyone has unique heat signatures that he could sense with his heat pits. He sensed one that he actually recognized.

Knocking on the side of the doorframe, "Excuses me, I hope I'm not interrupting. Long time no see Matsu Ike ." he said with a slight bow of his head.

"Apologies but I couldn't help but over hear a little." he said to Olarra Zand . "I believe what your experiencing is known as a force echo."

Seo Linn Nolan ork Olarra Zand

 

[Seo Linn]

Seo followed Olarra into the quiet sanctuary without speaking, allowing the young smith to guide the conversation at her own pace. Her eyes wandered slowly across the room, lingering on the shelves crowded with journals, the carefully crafted kinetic sculpture, and finally the ancient fragment suspended within its stasis field. There was something deeply personal about the space. It was more than a place to rest after long hours at the forge. It felt like a sanctuary built by someone who had spent years searching for answers without ever knowing where to ask the questions.

She listened patiently as Olarra described the strange emotions, the contradictory sensations, and the fragmented visions that accompanied every touch of the ancient armor. There was no skepticism in Seo's expression, only quiet understanding. By the time Olarra finished speaking, Seo already recognized much of what she was describing. She had spent years studying psychometry herself, learning to interpret impressions left behind within objects touched by powerful emotion. Olarra's experiences were different in their intensity, but not in their nature.

"You don't need to apologize," Seo said softly. "None of what you've described sounds strange to me." Her gold eyes rested on the suspended armor for a long moment before returning to the Pantoran. "I have studied a discipline called psychometry. It allows some people to perceive impressions left behind within objects, places, and sometimes even people. Those impressions are not memories in the way we normally think of them. They're... fragments. Echoes of powerful moments that refuse to disappear completely."

She inclined her head politely toward the newcomer as he offered his own observation. "Force echoes," she agreed. "That is another way of describing what you're experiencing." Looking back to Olarra, she continued gently. "Some Jedi spend years learning to perceive them. Others never develop the ability at all. Yet you've been experiencing them naturally for most of your life." A faint smile crossed her face. "That is an extraordinary gift."

Seo stepped beside the stasis field but made no move to touch the armor herself. "The warmth and dread you described do not surprise me. History is rarely made of only one emotion. An object can be created with hope, carried with pride, wielded in anger, and finally laid down in sacrifice. Sometimes those echoes overlap until it becomes difficult to separate one from another." Her gaze softened. "If you've been experiencing all of that at once since you were a little girl, it must have been exhausting."

She folded her hands loosely before her, her voice carrying the same patient warmth that had guided so many others through difficult conversations. "The Force isn't speaking to you in equations that SAMI can calculate or patterns that VeeCee can catalog. It speaks through experience, through feeling, through life itself. You've spent years believing your understanding of metal came solely from instinct, when in truth the Force has been helping you listen to every story those materials carried." Her smile broadened ever so slightly. "The remarkable part isn't that you hear those stories. It's that you've trusted them all this time without ever knowing why."

Her attention drifted briefly back to the ancient armor before she looked once more into Olarra's eyes.

"If you wish, I could help you learn to understand those impressions instead of simply enduring them. Psychometry taught me that we don't control the echoes we receive, but we can learn how to listen without becoming overwhelmed by them." She glanced briefly toward Matsu before returning her attention to Olarra. "And with Master Matsu's guidance as well, I think you'll find you no longer have to search for these answers by yourself."

Nolan ork Olarra Zand Matsu Ike Novac Lyrikal