Private Temba’s Soupworks [Location Thread]

[Romi Jade]

TEMBA'S SOUPWORKS
(Underground)
Olega City, Olega​

The hum of the old conduit filled the narrow chamber, a low vibration in the duracrete floor as Romi crouched over the junction box. Sparks jumped when she pressed the leads together, but the relay seemed to hold... the current was flowing somewhat steady from the buried line she'd spliced all the way back to the ruins of Olega's Jedi Temple. Sweat beaded her brow, hair pulled back beneath a band of cloth darkened with grease.

She'd spent some time with Henna Ashina and the Lightsworn, offering whatever help she could for the fight ahead...but in typical fashion she set out on her own side quest. What she saw on Balowa...she couldn't get out of her head, she needed to know. She was sure the others were looking, without a doubt, but she carved out time for her own research.

A flex of the hydrospanner, a final twist, and the strip lights she'd bolted to the unfinished walls flickered to life; they struggled to get there. The hidden room smelled of scorched wiring and damp stone, but it was hers now. This whole hub, her refuge. Buying an old noodle shop had never crossed her mind, but in her state, the grounds were suitable enough, and quiet. For now.

She knew eventually, with enough love and grease, this place could be cover, income, and access to rumors...and especially the place where she builds one of her greatest works thus far.

She exhaled, sliding back onto the mat she'd been using as her workbench, eyes on the half-assembled lattice of amplifiers and crystal mounts that dominated the center of the chamber. It was still really crude, but she could feel it already -- the faintest pull.

Then the conduits light shut off -- a failure.

She took a break and started welding more encephalic sensors into the paneling in the walls.

But also, this allowed her to avoid any unavoidable conversations with Briana Sal-Soren , Lossa Aureus , Kaleleon amongst many others.

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OOC: Using this as a location thread for a sub later. Opening this up to associates of hers for some potential extra flavor, past or present, feel free to jump in or bail anytime, or pop in if you need to talk/train with her about anything. I will use it as context in the sub later on.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The name Romi Jade rung through the annals of Jedi history not as an echo, but a roar.

Cora had found herself on the periphery of said woman in several instances. The last had been during the Midnight Council, when she'd been too tired, too frazzled, too consumed with the collapse of her Order to be of much help.

She'd felt like a tree stripped bare of its leaves. Only stiff, twiggy limbs remained, swaying awkwardly in the middle of a storm.

Cora drifted into the noodle shop with the distinct impression that she'd been misled. Temba's Soupworks, really? Was this some sort of prank…?

Then again, she knew of a Jedi who'd hid in a brothel while the Sith had hunted their kind across the galaxy.

The lights dimmed and flickered, accompanied by the distant sound of electricity surging. The faint scent of charred wiring drifted from somewhere beneath the floorboards.

"…Hello…?" she called out, tentatively. One hand gripped the armrest of her hoverchair, uncertain.

Romi Jade

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Robes​

"They won't respond. Not mid project." Her hands settled on the back of Cora's hoverchair.

Her presence muted given the emotions that were contesting for first place. Intentionally pushing away that natural connection to exist without being a potential threat to others while she processed.

Joy at knowing Romi was indeed alive. Anger at not knowing sooner. Anxiety that she hadn't reached out. Confusion of her return being revealed now.

Details that would come out eventually no doubt.

Her eyes staring at the flickering lights before a smirk appeared. Progress. With some set backs. But progress without set backs was akin to being handed something without knowing how it could fail. Glancing down at Cora and her chair with a huff.

"Have half a mind to pull them out by hand." A grumbled set of words until she lifted her leg and slammed it down. Announcing them as well as calling out would have maybe. Maybe painting them as potential problems.

But they'd cross that shield gate when they got to it.

Romi Jade | Corazona von Ascania​