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[Sibylla Abrantes]

Naboo's ancient archives
Theed |Naboo
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]

Current Outfit
Pre Built Lightsaber


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.

OPEN

 

[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?"

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt | Person Stealth Field | SD Belt | Electronic Lock Breakers | Slicing Computer
Tags: Kellan Jericho | Kyric | Voli Cholrass
Location: Katabasis | Black Spiral | Fortress Entrance
Objective: Recon of the Fortress | Gain Intel | Meet fellow Jedi

The ride on his speeder bike made matters a little easier and Kas wasn't wasting any time to delay activities to investigate the fortress. He saw the structure come into view. Disengaged the engines and thrusters of his speeder bike once parked just outside of the entrance. There was a figure that had just entered and Kas went off to catch-up with them. Didn't sense any darkness from the individual but remained cautious. The Dark side remains strong with its presence here.

Once close enough to make contact with Voli Cholrass he had never encountered the woman before so he spoke and wondered why she was here alone. It wasn't safe even in a small group things can get dangerous. Quietly the wind howled as Kas continued his approach. A whistle echoing throughout the entrance of the fortress as the wind bounces off the structure.

Kas kept a hand near his utility belt where his Lightsaber hilts hung and spoke out to the woman.

"It isn't safe to be wandering out here alone. The Dark side of the Force threatens anyone and anything that doesn't take precautions. Who are you?" Kas questioned the woman.

Thankfully, Voli and Kas weren't alone they had managed to emerge from the darkness and discovered Kyric and Kellan Jericho where their voices can be heard once Kas entered the fortress. His eyes did briefly scan around the corridor the group stood within having his guard up while he waited for Voli to state their business and identify themselves.

Slightly surprised that Kellan and Kyric didn't check their six once they got inside of the fortress. Nonetheless she didn't pose or seem to threaten anyone but cautions were necessary. Who knows what awaits inside of this fortress as the team of Jedi are embarking and exploring it.

"Kyric nice to see you again. You must be Master Jericho. I'm Kas Larsen." The young Jedi introduced himself to the pair and he was ready to proceed with them once Voli checked out.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Set and Vere? Dominique's brows raise a hair. Sibylla was down here looking into matters related to Katabasis? Why?

The younger woman seemed curious about the roots of the modern rendition of the tale, and how recent discoveries suggested... inaccuracies. It was certainly possible that verbal recounts of it might have shifted, and those retellings became written, and so on. Legends and myths where what they were precisely because of that cycle. Truth? The first victim of fame.

But to question who was reshaping the tale that Dominique didn't expect. Did she think there some conspiracy involving Katabasis' artifacts? More importantly, was this member of a Royal House suggesting she was open to things that weren't strictly speaking traditional? How open minded.

"I was interested for similar reasons," Dominique replied, not ready to simply drop her accusation so openly when Sibylla was still an unknown quantity. Might as well play off the other woman's interests. She started to flip the folio from one hand to the next when her golden eyes dropped as quickly as they'd popped back up. The pages lay open between her hands, and the Senator's eyes scanning its contents.

"…though by the time of Queen Dalis' mid-reign (circa 830 BR), the myth of Set and Veré had been canonized in its current form - a tale of celestial defiance, tragic love, and divine apotheosis - widely adopted across Naboo's core provinces as symbolic of harmony through sacrifice.

It is worth noting, however, that one of the few dissenting interpretations survived among a marginalized sect known as the Way of the Returning Star. Regarded with suspicion for their flirtation with so-called 'Force dualism,' the group taught a variant version of the legend in which Set's descent was viewed not as corruption, but as transformation - a tale too near Sith symbology for contemporary acceptance.

Few texts remain from the sect, most destroyed or absorbed into private collections during the Third Cultural Purge. Their doctrines, if ever widely known, left little impression on the canon - though some scholars suggest echoes may yet linger in rural oral traditions along the Sabean River Valley."

From "Cycles and Sovereigns: A Comparative History of Naboo Mythos," by Junari Lo-Venn, Archivist of Theed, Vol. II, First Printing (438 ABR)

This wasn't part of what she'd originally requested. It was related, but hardly pertinent to more recent developments.

"Way of the Returning Star?" Dominique finally looked up at Sibylla. Well, it would hardly be threatening to her own investigation about the Five Veils to share this historic interpretation -- whatever it meant. "What do you make of this Ambassador?" Dominique stressed the title playfully. Was she certain such a role suited her? Down here in the archives uncovering mysteries. Hardly the sort of thing Ambassadors did. Then again, a romance story might just be a personal interest. "Does this have anything to do with Katabasis? It mentions the Sith, which are often associated with matters of the Dark Side." Perhaps her companion would have a more informed opinion on these matters. She might certainly be more familiar with the River Valley mentioned in the writing.

Sibylla Abrantes | Pillar of Freedom

 

[Kellan Jericho]

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Kellan tossed an eyebrow in Kyric's direction, his expression settling into something that said 'not bad' without the words exiting his mouth. His intuition had proved him correctly; This one was good company to keep. He moved to a comfortable squatting position, deactivating his lightsaber with the quick press of a button. His wrists moved to rest on his knees, Kellan's gaze focused intently upon the end of the path forwards as a surge of inexistent wind coalesced around his feet. The feint scent of pine needles and mountain dew wafted through the air, encircling the two Jedi in a spherical pattern that cut through the lingering taint of the dark that seeped through the stone around them.

The Padawan from his comms arrived shortly with another in tow. "Took ya' long enough, kiddo" Kellan remained entranced despite the casual acknowledgment of their presence. Those imperceivable winds around them came to a sudden stop as they extended to their farthest point forwards, unable to cut further through the darkness than the end of the lit sconces further down the hall. Within an instant his aura retracted back down the corridor, enshrouding the four Jedi within a protective warding of the light. That same scent continued to linger within the air, cutting through the smell of desiccation and wet earth that otherwise tugged at their nostrils.

"I've got up somethin' of a protective barrier around us. It'll ward off some the manifestations-- illusions caused by the dark side of the force." It wasn't guaranteed to overpower something sitting on top of a leyline, but it was better nothing. "I want you two to stay close. Keep your eyes open, and try not to get separated. This place can change itself within a heartbeat, and you might not never know until it's too late." One Padawan was a task he really wasn't expecting to have to deal with, and then there were two.

Sigh.​

"And uhhm..don't call me Master, kid. You make me sound old. Kellan works good enough." Kellan rose slowly up to his feet, exaggerating the act as if his knees were feeling heavy by the act. He looked across to Kyric and gave him a nod. "You've got the best eyes in the group, Kyr. Take the lead, I'll cover us from the rear."

 

[Kyric]

Kyric dipped his head at Kas' approach.

"Evenin' Kas. Glad to see yer keepin' well," the kiffar didn't say much else in favor of allowing Kellan to fill the two stragglers in. Kyric scrutinized Voli in the meantime, taking a proper measure of the new face. She struck him as an oddity. Her pale skin, silver and purple hair, and dark clothing gave the impression of a local denizen of the Black Spiral, but he knew from the mission manifesto that the young woman was a member of the Order. Albeit, she didn't strike Kyric as dangerous.

At least not upon first impressions.

Moving a bit further up the hall, Kyric shifted his head from left to right, his singular eye absorbing every inch of the corridor. It became evident the sconces weren't spaced perfectly along the walls after counting paces between the one he lit, to the next, and finally a third resting unused around the bend of an adjacent hall. The group's footfalls echoed behind him at such a low volume he checked at regular intervals to ensure he hadn't been separated, but every time he turned, they were maybe eight steps behind him.

"I'm thinkin' the leyline might be warpin' the effects of space-time in the Spiral," Kyric offered as he peered down a corridor to his left. "This place feels old, yet it's lookin' fresher than a new coat o' paint."

On a whim, the kiffar lifted his hand. Emerald lightning sparked into being around his outstretched palm, casting the heavy scent of ozone around him for the briefest second. He released the bolt of lightning not straight down the hall, but directly up, instead.

The viridescent bolt traveled far enough for the darkness to swallow it whole.

"Any of y'all ever visit a Nexus? It's givin' me a similar feelin' but... different, too. Like an ancient Sith battleground."

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Tags: Kellan Jericho | Kas Larsen | Voli Cholrass

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

Naboo's ancient archives
Theed |Naboo
Dominique Vexx​

Sibylla's brow knitted faintly as she listened, her gaze lingering on the old text in Dominique's hands as if the words themselves might rearrange into something clearer. She hadn't missed the stress of the Ambassador title, and Sibylla did her best to maintain her bearing, but even the teenager could not help how her curiosity sparked at hearing what revelation came next.

"The Way of the Returning Star…" she repeated under her breath, but more to herself than Dominique. Her fingers began to trace the margin of the page absentmindedly, caressing the fine leather under her touch.

"I hadn't heard of them before," Sibylla admitted quietly before lifting her chin and schooling her expression back into something more even.

"Not properly, at least. But if they saw Set's fall not as a corruption but a… transformation..."

She took a breath and then elaborated on what she had learned from her mother, the former Minister of Culture, and from her father.

"My father says House Abrantes does not wield the Force, but our memories are long and we have endured... Naboo has seen many changes since the Gulag Plague, and there were four hundred years, if not millennia, before then -- The Omega Protectorate. The Alliance. The Techno Union. The Confederacy."

She gestured faintly as she listed them, each name a wave that had crashed over their world. It was then that her brow gave a subtle furrow in the way it always did when she was turning something over in her mind.

"I'm no Jedi. But Naboo hasn't always been under their care. There were others....Force traditions that didn't see themselves as Jedi or Sith. Orders that watched the stars differently."

She glanced back at Dominique, a spark of something curious and cautious slipping into her voice.

"Maybe the Way of the Returning Star was one of them."


Dice Golem
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— 2:19 PM
@Sibylla | Danger rolled 1d20: (12) = 12

 

[Voli Cholrass]

Current Outfit
Pre Built Lightsaber

Voli picked up more people through the Force. They weren't souls from a bygone era but rather regular people. Voli turned around seeing a man dressed in a Jedi Jumpsuit who looked a little older than her judging by his youthful features. The way he examined her as if she were some inhabitant from the Unknown Regions made Voli feel uncomfortable. "Oh wonderful," Voli thought. "It's like I'm back in High School where people always stare at the weird girl."

On the other hand, Voli did arrive alone in front of an eerie fortress that looked straight out of a B-Holomovie. "Are you part of the Jedi expedition?" Voli asked trying to break the awkward tension. "It is good to meet you Kas, my name is Voli Cholrass: Jedi Padawan."

Two more men approached the entrance older than either Voli or Kas. The blonde one who looked like the splitting image of the legendary Jedi: Luke Skywalker began to refer Kas as "kid" Voli silently observed the interaction, her arms slowly swaying to her side. She would've been annoyed if the man called her a kid. "What's their relationship?" Voli thought. "Friends? Master and apprentice? If the latter, I wished Master would've been more casual with me."

Voli gave a small snort. "Okay maybe she can do away with calling me a kid."

Another man appeared who was named: Kyr. He had long black hair tied to a ponytail and seemed to know where he was going. "Ummmm Master Kellan and Master Kyric," Voli said with a bow. "My name is Voli Cholrass: Jedi Padawan...... It's an honor and a privilege to join such an expedition. I look forward to learning the mysteries of this place."

She allowed herself to smile though part of her had to contain the excitement that was slowly growing within her. Voli planned on collecting any artifacts in the Black Spiral. At least the ones deemed useful, she wouldn't know which one though but she'll leave it up to the Force. "Right behind you." Voli said her fingers brushing against her training saber.

Kas Larsen , Kellan Jericho , Kyric