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]

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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]

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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.

 

[Braze]

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"Yeah, a few specialized restorative cleaning techniques take a little bit of time to process them. These are the ones I haven't had much time for as of late, since my to-do list has grown quite a bit more with the... event I'm organizing," he mused softly. He watched curiously as the chronicler examined some of the holocrons. He blinked, jade eyes going wide with a small sense of wonder.

"Have you ever felt you were just... rather lucky? Maybe more so at playing cards?" Braze asked curiously, as a coy, knowing smile etched itself onto his soft-featured visage. He moved to pull out a small deck of playing cards from one of the inner pockets on his person and shuffled them.

"Mind entertaining me a moment with a quick little guessing game?" he asked curiously. It was perhaps an odd request, but it would confirm some suspicion he was already feeling rather sure of.

"All you gotta do is guess what card I'm holding. Easy, right?" he said, moving to hold one random card up so he couldn't see it.

Only a Force-sensitive should have been able to open the holocron like that...

His eyes caught the glint of the man's little possession, and his hungry gaze drank up every minute detail of visual information, as such was an Echani's habit, learning much from very little in a remarkably short manner of time. This man was certainly dedicated to studying old tech, it would seem.

"Is that a saber you have in there?" Braze asked curiously, rather openly so. "If it is, you might want a magnetized holster so it doesn't jostle around... I can give you one, if you like; it's dangerous to carry less specialized models around like that."

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

Dantooine.

Bell paused, not quite processing what game Braze was getting at. He glanced at the back of the card for a moment, then tilted his head.

"13 of Mistress, if I had to guess." He didn't play sabacc often, but he was known to win a a handy sum.

At the mention of his saber his eyes lit up a bit more. He set the opened holocron down and gently tugged out the old saber from his satchel. "I dug this out of a void wreck some 10 years ago, it was one of my first finds, and what led me down my course of studies further. Took me some years to get it working, the hardest part being finding a gem cut properly."
It was rather austere for a saber, rectangular in lines with a curve two thirds down the hilt.

"I know it works, I can test and read the power running through it, but I've never been able to turn it on. My own studies tell me some sabers were only able to be activated via the force..."

 

[Braze]

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That knowing devious smirk turned to a knowing grin. " Are you aware you're force sensitive?" Braze asked returning his card to the deck and returning it to his robes.

"The holocron wouldn't have opened otherwise… I'm guessing you entered just a touch of that mental flow state and triggered it because of your vested interest in the work." He looked at the saber curiously.

"May I see it?" Braze asked after hearing him out. "If that's the case, you may not need a magnetized holster… several of my blades function in a similar manner. They're constructed so that you must use the Force to assemble and disassemble them."

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

Dantooine.

"Force Sensitive..." He handed Braze the saber, an odd, odd look on his features. He crossed his arms, leaning back on the table.

"I've had...suspicions. Anaxes doesn't publish medical reports of its cadets...an odd gut feeling that's saved my rear more then once." His voice dropped in to a lower tone. "When you study these things as much as I have, to the point of getting a Doctorate on it, you learn to separate your self from it. Objectivity breeds superior view points."

"I like to think my self of a dreamer, and because of that, I have to...keep my self from dreaming too much. From getting to much in to that rabbit hole. Especially when you have to study both sides of the force and the various organizations, entities, and cults that have sprung up from it."

He took a long breath. "I grew up on these stories, of the high republic, of the man who's statue you have outside the front of this temple, of the wars of the old republic and the Empire...I don't know how I'd be. I know I'm far, far too old for a padawan, and with far to much of a temper when roused."

"I guess a part of me is afraid of what that path would lead to..." He brought his eyes to Brazes, a mix of uncertainty with a twinge of fear in his pupils. "I've killed before, Braze, in the interest of my continued survival, and while a part of me knows...likes to think I'm a good person, I don't know what type of man I'd be with that power in my hands."

 

[0-7]

Dantooine
Tags: Beltor "Bell" Cyrus , Braze

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"I've killed before, Braze, in the interest of my continued survival, and while a part of me knows...likes to think I'm a good person, I don't know what type of man I'd be with that power in my hands."

"If you worry, you'll fair better than most," a voice spoke.

A slender Evereni woman walked up, hood pulled up over her head. Her arms were crossed, and her tone was cold and closed off. Her eyes gazed wandered over the statue of Revan for a moment. Kalrath had opinions of the man. He thought highly of his campaign against the Mandalorians. The terrible cost of the path that man walked... what ends justified such a means?

Then again, history was complex. Kalrath knew more than he would have ever told her.

"There's no place for conscious in the depths of depravity," she stated. "You've at least more composure than the common animal."

No introduction was given. It was unclear if she was simply that poor at social interaction or she was lost a bit in her own thoughts. Seven's monotone voice made it a bit difficult to tell.

 

[Braze]

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" You study both sides? I have some fun stuff to show you then... And if you have a temper all the more reason you should be trained... " Braze offered simply. " Learning to regulate that is kinda important for a force-sensitive... at least in a healthy way... Lots of padawan training involves learning self control and discipline... It would you well to learn that kind of stuff as a force sensitive... no matter your age. "

He nodded briefly... " Yeah... there's a difference between murder and killing... "

Braze moved to stand next to her and moved to point at something on her collar bone...

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

Braze 0-7

Dantooine.

He stayed quiet for a long, long moment, a mask of contemplation on his face.

"I know what your offering. Trust me when I'd say it's been a dream of mine for years, yet as the time passed I found my self too old, too weathered by the sands of time and the things I've done."

He took his saber back and gazed at it for another long moment. Hit gut was acting up again, and like so many other times in his life he went with it. He held it in both hands and concentrated. "I've never tried it way the records said you should, the holocrons I've watched, the books I've read. I think a little bit of me was afraid of what might happen..."

A second passed, then another, he centered him self the best he could. He closed his eyes and breathed.

Turn on....Come on...turn on....

With a hiss and a buzz, the saber came to life. His eyes opened wide, the pale white-purple blade casting a glow about the room. For a moment his eyes reflected the light, along side a child-like gleam he hadn't had since he was a cadet in the academy.

He swallowed, holding it in hands the shook only a slight bit. "How...do I turn this off. It occurs to me I'm holding a lit, weaponized plasma cutter and I'm not sure how to turn it off.

 

[0-7]

Dantooine
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NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword​

Braze moved to stand next to her and moved to point at something on her collar bone...

"...what are you doing," Seven asked, not looking down at where he was pointing.

The man, who seemed to be just discovering his Force sensitivity, turned on a violet bladed lightsaber. Seven let out an exhale when he asked in a panic how to turn it off. Clearly he was very unfamiliar with actually using the thing, even as he said that he studied Jedi and Sith. Seven would push aside Braze's hand and walk over to the man, glancing at his blade.

No button...

"The switch is internal," she stated. "You use the Force to will it closed. Your focus... bring it back. Ask it to reverse the process."

 

[Braze]

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Braze's eyes shifted down to where he was pointing before looking back to her eyes, he looked down to the pointed finger then back up again with an unnervingly knowing smile.

He glanced back keeping his finger pointed there. " Yeah just... turn it off. " Braze said as if some how that made sense. " Breath and relax... it's okay.. " He offered softly. " Unless you want me to take it from you if you're too nervous... " Braze offered lightly.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

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Dantooine.

He shot Braze a flat look. "You say that like I've done this before." Though he gave the odd women a softer glance.


He looked down at the blade again, the trembling of his hands, and the sweat building on his brow. He took in another breath, held it, and let it go in the way his blaster instructor had taught him in the academy.

Turn...off. Nothing. The hum of the blade continued, the light casting long shadows. He closed his eyes and took in a deeper, slower breath, trying to calm his nerves the best he could.

His gut twinged, and his hands went still.

Sleep.

The blade flickered and went quiet, the weight balancing out in to the hilt again, and he opened his eyes. He took a final shaky breath and turned it over in his hand. A small smile formed on his face. "I haven't felt like this since...since when my mother told me the old stories."

he was silent for a moment before he relaxed, straitening out and looking at the two, namely the woman. "Forgive me, madam. I am Dr. Cyrus. I came here to aid in the recovery of data off the archives...though it seems I'm discovering new things entirely."

 

[Braze]

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"There you go~ See ? You got it... good job." Braze praised gently.

"We can take things one at a time.. if you want to learn... more about how to use that I can help you adjust it so... it's less dangerous and easier for you to activate and maybe some safeties... Can even give you a special crystal that makes it not... gonna cut your arm off if you touch it by mistake."

Braze offered. " We could trade services if that is of interest to you.. I could teach you how to use your saber and you can clean allllllll the relics I bring in... sound fair? I am something of a saber artisan myself... " He finally relented and removed his hand.

 

[0-7]

Dantooine
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NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword​

"Forgive me, madam. I am Dr. Cyrus. I came here to aid in the recovery of data off the archives...though it seems I'm discovering new things entirely."

Seven let out an exhale as the lightsaber flickered out of existence. She gave him a glance over before she introduced herself, not with very many words.

"Seven."

No explanation for the strange name came, only the fact that it was the case. Her eyes glanced back to Braze again, who was still pointing. Her frown deepened a little bit as she tried to process it, still not looking down.

"What are you pointing at?" she asked before he moved his hand away. Then she turned back to the historian. "Old stories... you mentioned old stories."

The mention of stores his mother told him seemed to peek her interest. Of course it was the mundane that captured her attention.

"What stories are they?"

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor "Bell" Cyrus, PHD.

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Dantoonie

He held her eyes, his demeanor leveling out in to something more formal. "My mother was a traveling martial arts instructor. She had me on a freighter heading coreward, the stories were...children's tales, really, of the old Jedi and Sith, of the Mandolorian wars, it's why I know that statue out front is of Revan, I had a cheap paper copy of his mask growing up based off her description."

At Braze's offer, he nodded, that small smile growing. "I was willing to forgo payment in return for room and board during my stay, but it seems the stars have different plans for me. If your willing to teach me, I'm willing to stay." His voice was still small, but there was a bit of something light in it.

Hope.

 

[Braze]

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Braze caught something interesting through the Force.

"Perhaps you can read us a story tonight? I don't mind cooking for everyone. We generally have dinner at six," Braze chirped. "Perhaps you can tell us one of your favorite tales?" Braze asked softly. "You can rest here in the temple, or in any of the vacant rooms on the Mud Duck if you like air conditioning and hot-water refreshers."