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[Sibylla Abrantes]

Naboo's ancient archives
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Dominique Vexx​

Sibylla's breath caught as Senator Dominique Vexx's voice startled her from her thoughts, the young teenager freezing but for a moment as if expecting a strike, but then recalled where she was.

She drew a breath, doing her best to compose her expression before turning to meet the Senator's gaze, all the while refusing to let the faint flush that touched her cheeks betray more than warmth from the archive lighting.

"Senator Vexx," she said smoothly, giving an incline of her head in greeting, that Royal House poise slipping easily back into place. "You caught me midthought."

The young Ambassador lifted the folio just slightly in a purposeful gesture rather than idle wandering.

"I've been reviewing the older accounts of the Set and Vere mythos," Sibylla explained quietly, mindful of how her voice could potentially echo within the archives.

"Some of the fragments from the new site along the Five Veils Route conflict with the traditional retellings. I thought… perhaps the old records might help trace where the story shifted. Or why."

She glanced down at the folio in her hands again, the edges worn soft beneath her fingers, then looked back up at Dominique, expression composed once again, her smile quiet but thoughtful.

"My mother has long insisted that Naboo's heart lies tucked within its stories. And if that heart is now shifting, I should very much like to know who dares shape it...and to what end. Especially if I am expected to walk the line where our strength must be drawn not solely from tradition… but from the willingness to adapt."

There was a pause, something unreadable flickering in her hazel eyes.

"At least… Vere tried."

 

[Voli Cholrass]

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Voli thought she died and went to heaven.

She was on a Sith planet filled with untapped power of the Dark Side. It was a mystery eager to be unraveled, Voli was surprised that she managed to get into the expedition. The Padawan could feel the Dark Side thrumming throughout the planet, the dark side was cold as if she was doused in the waters of Hoth. Voli could also feel anger, hate, aggression yet at the same time the Dark was enticing, intoxicating and it just made sense to Voli. In her studies of the Dark Side and the occult, there was nothing to fear. It was just a power nothing more and learning about the Dark Side is the key to unlocking the Holocron that was in Voli's possession since she was a baby.

Voli stared at Black Spiral, echoes of the inhabitants were heard whispering in her mind in a tongue that she did not understand. The more Voli trained as a Jedi, the more she was sensitive towards the whispers around her. It was fascinating to hear about the people who came before, hopefully whatever secrets the Black Spiral contained could help Voli not only unlock the Holocron, but also help her attain a greater understanding beyond what she was taught.

"Down the Rabbit hole I go." Voli thought a grin forming on her face. With vigor in her heart and thoughts dwelling on gathering knowledge, Voli took a step towards the entrance.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Brandyn Sal-Soren

She paused before a door that wasn't a door. It was a jagged wound in the fortress wall, framed by stone and warped with time and heat, and something older still. Her fingers hovered near it. Not to open, since a door that wasn't a door couldn't actually be opened so touching it would be a useless endeavour, but she wanted to feel. The structure breathed, barely perceptible, like it was sleeping beneath her touch.

Was it here?

The thing she was looking for. The reason she'd boarded a rusted freighter out of Denon and come to this wasteland of memory and stone. She didn't have a name for it. Just a pull. Not like a vision or a prophecy since she didn't really do those. Just a sense, like something had been taken from her without permission and was hiding here. Something hers.

Scherezade exhaled slowly, fogging her mask. She wanted to rip it off and breathe in the air raw, let it sting her lungs, but she knew better. Even ruin had fangs.

Her hand dropped.

A whisper coiled behind her, low and careful. Not threatening. Not obviously, anyway.

"Why are you here?"

The Sith tilted her head slightly, like maybe the question had come from her music, or the wall, or something deep in the bones of the Spiral. But nah, she knew well enough that it hadn't.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Well that's new," she muttered, pausing the music with a tap to her ear. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes scanning the shadows, but not really expecting to find anything. "Gonna be more specific, mystery walls?"