Faction The Chronicles of Fate Foretold [JO]

[Braze]

The Restored Temple of Dantooine

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus

Braze was perched outside, soaking up the sun on the soft, grassy knoll. He was simply enjoying the quiet before the storm that was to come… making peace with one’s death before it arrived was… an oddly serene sort of feeling.

He knew very well that he might not return, and had entrusted instructions to a trusted Jedi should this become his fate. He knew he couldn’t leave his students alone, untended and uncared for. He had a responsibility to them as their teacher.

For now, he focused on clearing his mind, knowing they would be well taken care of should he fail.

Meditation like this, the still and quiet sort, never came easily. Braze closed his jade-green eyes and felt the wind slip through his tousled snowy-white locks. The calm breeze washed over the tall grasses of the idyllic landscape, and for a moment, the world around him seemed entirely at peace.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

Dantooine.


Stars, this was a beautiful place, and not just in the natural aspect. Rolling green hills, verdant valleys and adorable little thickets of pines, maples, and other trees he didn't quite recognize. The architecture of the temple it self was breathtaking in the way all the old temples and holdfasts of the order were.

Old, moss speckled stonework, flowing seamlessly with the land in that way typical of Jedi craftsmanship. Stars, he wish he could have been here during the era of its construction, the highpoint of it's use as a main temple....


The day was warm, the sun shined, and the birds of the land chirped their little songs as the tall man in oddly shabby smugglers garb walked the external paths of the Temple, taking it all in for once. His datapad, typically attached to his wrist and alight with his notes and written details, was switched off. His gun sat nearly forgotten in its holster under his left arm, only he was here enjoying it with a soft, goofy smile on his face.

He had landed earlier that day, setting the Jade Finch down in one of the landing pads that ringed the main complex, and had spent most of the morning going through the sections of the still extant section of the archives they'd let him. Eventually, he had to get outside, get some fresh air, take in the quiet beauty of the place instead of sit inside all day, his nose deep in books and holocrons.

He did have some one he was supposed to meet, one knight in particular with white hair...

He was so deep in to it he almost didn't notice it. The little twinge in his gut that had led him so many other times in his life, that feeling the defied all his academic attempts to classify it. He fallowed it, along the path, that little pull, and evidently found what it was leading him too.

He was serine, almost statue like in his reverence of the moment. He was also a damn sight shorter then he figured for a jedi knight, or at least compared to Bell's own towering frame. He shrugged to him self and took a few steps closer, trying to not make the interruption to his meditation any more painful then it need be.

He cleared his throat, gently, and spoke.

"Excuse me, I don't suppose you're Mr. Braze, yes?" Bell's own tone was polite, warm, and with the same odd twang a lot of spacer-borne folk had.

 

[Braze]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus
Braze opened one eye and peered over. “Aye... though you can leave out the mister part. You seem to be my elder and better,” he chirped, tilting his head curiously as he studied the newcomer. “How may I help you, sir?” Braze asked gently, letting out a heavy breath, a soft sigh as his mind shifted to small talk and pleasantries.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

Dantooine.

His smiled deepened for a moment, and he bowed his head. "Elder, defiantly, better, likely not." He stepped closer, then got down on the ground with him, finding it improper to tower over the younger lad.

"I am Dr. Cyrus, the one who answered your holonet posting about wanting some one academically inclined to aid you all in recovering some of the degraded records in the archive. Forgive the intrusion, I do dearly hate to interrupt your meditation, but I figure its nearly time we meet." He offered his hand, and continued.

"First, I'd like to thank you for the chance to come here. I reached out to the wider order, offering my services and they turned me down in that polite manner the Jedi do when they don't want to speak to some one. Being here is genuinely a gift, one I can't quiet put my gratitude in to words for."

 

[Braze]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus
Braze smiled, and his pale jade-green eyes lit with recognition.

“Oh... so you are! I’m very happy to have you here... you needn’t get down in the grass with me, that’s alright.”

He moved to stand, dusted his pants off, and offered the man a hand to help him back up.

“I can show you what we have at present here. Most of the important copies are guarded in Veridia, but we have a few relics lying dormant here. I would love to see them recovered more properly,” he mused aloud. “Come with me, and I’ll show you where they are kept.”

He chirped, seemingly not minding letting a total stranger into the Jedi Temple, let alone letting him pore over tomes of great understanding. The small waif padded toward the temple, past the statue of Revan the Redeemed, and led him down a corridor that opened up.

“Here we are... I’ve tried to restore some pieces from Ossus’s Great Library, but they are largely in pieces.”

He then offered a bow of his head.

“Thank you for offering your assistance. It is greatly appreciated.”

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

Dantooine.

He got up with a slight grunt, old knees and what not, and fallow the lad through the temple, and back towards the archives. A different section, though, and where he found a table of artifacts and old holocrons laying on it's surface. His eyes let up, and he went straight to them.

Most of the relics were old, damaged from time and weathering, but a few still held promise. "Stars, these are old." He picked up one and range a finger across its grooved surface, admiring the workmanship that went in to it. He set it down and glanced at the others. "Some of these I can tell you right now wont open, not with out a good cleaning, a few though..."

He set the old holocron down and picked up an even older looking one, and found that same feeling in his gut. He turned it in his hand, typically these things needed a good cleaning and some specialist data work to get back in to functioning form-

Click.

He froze mid ponder, eyes starting down, brows raised as the delicate glass form opened like the petals of a flower in early bloom. He spared Braze a look. "Huh...seems some of these aren't in that bad of a condition after all." He set it down gently, and reached for the small satchel bag on his side, setting it too down on the table as he dug through it for his tools. In his rummaging, he failed to notice the hilt of his prized saber poking out the edge of the bag.