Private Taking Root

[Kyra Perl]

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Qi-Ko: Jedi Monastery World
Tiland Kortun​

Kyra climbed the steps, her breath thick in her ears as ran through what she wanted to say. She had practiced her words for the better part of week, ever since she had woken up in that fevered state. She could feel the force driving her actions and she moved with tentative confidence that fate was on her side. Nonetheless, she was nervous.

Her faith had been so dim lately. She barely understood the path she was on, but she knew in her core that it was important. She breathed through the doubt and pressed on, her heart struggling for oxygen as she gained elevation.

"Master Korun?" Came the breathless utter, her pink cheeks red and puffed as she came across a white head of hair. "I need a moment."

When there was imbalance in the world, the force sought to fix it.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Kyra Perl

Tiland looked up, “Mmm, yes, of course, Kyra.” He set down the carved tablet he was copying and adjusted a pot of tea that sat slowly simmering on the table. He reached over and pulled over another low chair and stretched, massaging his back.

He poured two cups of tea and leaned back in the chair, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “You can have multiple moments, if you wish. What can I help you with?”

 

[Jem Fossk]

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[Kyra Perl]

She was surprised he remembered her, but maybe that wasn't given herself enough credit. He was a long time family friend of both her parents, and he worked with her sister Romi on the outreach program that Jakku had been built on.

Kyra wondered for a sickening moment if he knew then,,, about the spiral she had publicly gone down over a year ago. She was better now, and recovering from the trauma that had effected her so deeply, but she wasn't ready to face what she had left behind.

As far as she was concerned, she wasn't even a jedi anymore. It made coming to Tiland all the harder. All she could do was raise her chin and try.

"You're good with ...plants... right?" She started ineloquently. "What if... what if we thought something was extinct. Like we go there and we can't find it growing anymore. Is it really gone? Is there a way we can bring a world's ecosystem back?"

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Kyra Perl

Tiland considered the questions, slowly, taking measured sips of tea as he mulled them over in his mind. "It... depends," he said at last. "And on much more than being good with plants. Ecosystems are incredibly complex symbiotic systems that it can take generations to repair even partial damage. To bring something back from extinction..." He frowned slowly and ran a hand through his beard. "If genetic material can be found, they can be revived through cloning and genetic engineering. It's difficult, certainly, and vulnerable without the full range of genetic diversity, but it can be done."

A few more moments of thought as ideas circled in his gaze, eyes distant. "But reviving extinct plants is an entirely different process from restoring an ecosystem with microsystems and macrosystems all working in concert."

 

[Kyra Perl]

A spark of hope, the first of its kind.

"So it's possible. It is possible. I would just need resources and... people, and well, plants of course," she rattled, her features lighting up the more she considered.

"Well I have money-- like a 100 grand of it-- and my dad's ships-- and you-- we could at least try." She was getting ahead of herself. She hadn't even asked him, and he didn't quite know the ideal that had formed. 100,000 in any place, was a lot of money. But it wouldn't be enough to rebuild worlds. Not in the slightest.

She didn't think that far ahead, she was all too happy to ride the small wave of elation and come crashing down later.

"What would you need? Who would you need? I can get them-- when could you start?"

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Kyra Perl

"Possible, yes..." Tiland trailed off as Kyra spoke, brows furrowed together as he tried to put the pieces together. A hundred thousand credits was quite impressive for someone so young, but while he didn't know quite was going on, it would not be easy, certainly not with that many credits, although it could perhaps be used to construct a greenhouse complex or something. "What... exactly are you thinking of doing? I must be getting old finally, and have a harder time keeping up with what people say."

His mustache quirked as he gave a half-smile at the jest. "Although, you could also get in touch with the Outer Rim Development Corps. They would have the resources and expertise for... planetary reconstruction? Is that what you're thinking?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

"More than that," Kyra uttered, energy to her words as she went up on her knees. Who could stay sitting in a moment like this, she had work to do.

"Planetary Preservation. For any of them-- all of them-- as much as we can manage. The galaxy is under threat. If we can do this-- if we can have a bank of seeds and -- dna-- and information. We can spread them up-- everywhere-- Master, we could make our own failsafes. Then there's nothing we can't repair in time. Well.

"Except for Csillia," she corrected, turning dower.

She shook off the corrosive thought and leaned in.

"What do you say? Are you with me?"

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Tiland frowned thoughtfully as he considered those options, what she was implying, but also something a little further ahead than most youths, especially of short lived species like humans considered.

“We can preserve them for a time,” Tiland replied, gentle. “All things fade away and vanish eventually. It is the nature of material things. But many are lost too soon, I think, that might be proper for the rest of the galaxy to remain in balance.”

Another thought as he sipped on the tea, nodding. “Very well, though. I will help.”