Kinslayer
After the Midnight Council
The midnight council had stretched into the early hours. Many of the gathered Jedi dispersed before first light, tasks in hand, each determined to do their part to stem the Galactic Empire's war machine.
"I wish that we could've met under lighter circumstances, Master Sal Soren."
In the small room afforded to them by the Lightsworn council, two women sat at a low, curved-legged table. Cora offered Briana a tired smile, one that seemed as though it was trying to reach her eyes. One hand fumbled into the deep pocket of her trousers, and retrieved a small device which was passed to the Shirayan.
"I've been meaning to give this to you. It's a library card that will allow those of your order to remotely access the Jedi holocrons buried in the vaults on Tython."
Fortunately, she'd managed to re-seal the vaults before the Alliance had been chased from the core. Cora reached for the cup in front of her, steam still curling lazily from the tea. She caught her own image, distorted and positively haggard, reflected in its amber surface.
"I am…glad that we are working on this task together. The New Jedi Order has fractured; those who survived went to Ilum, but some have retreated beyond Alliance borders. Some remain scattered to the stars, still. It seems we’ll all have to reach beyond our own spheres of influence to muster support for this war effort.”
Briana Sal-Soren
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