The 8th Noble
Ophus V, that's what outsiders called her planet. Ophians were what you called people from it, and that meant that while Colette so wholeheartedly disagreed with the idea of planets having names — at least her own people's planet — it was what people would recognize her best as. Although given how obscure the planet seemed to be even in the Jedi Archives, it was fair to assume that few even knew it existed beyond those who lived there, Knight Keer, and whoever this 'A. Lashiec' was who had sorted it into storage a few years ago.
Watching the shuttle pierce between dimensions and show her home through the viewport in front of her was alien. It felt like staring at something so alien yet all too familiar. She couldn't recognize the topography or the geography from this point of view, but if she tried to place herself on any one spot of the sands down below she could almost imagine where she would be.
"The only reason we exist as a people is because the Empire stuck a big fuel and coaxium cache on the planet." Colette said as she turned towards Valery. The shiver in her voice made the kid's anxiety all too obvious. "The files in the archives said it is believed that we are the remnants of a big Imperial garrison."
"We're talking maybe five hundred people." She exhaled and looked back at the planet again. "When the plague hit the galaxy, they began to splinter into groups to keep safe and to isolate."
"... As the—" A long sigh cut Colette off mid-sentence. "I-"
Deep breath. Easy in, easy out.
"This… Lashiec person seemed to connect a lot of dots." Colette swallowed air, her foot tapped nervously on the ground. "Were they some sort of… Archivist? Why haven't I seen them around the temple?"
Valery Noble
Watching the shuttle pierce between dimensions and show her home through the viewport in front of her was alien. It felt like staring at something so alien yet all too familiar. She couldn't recognize the topography or the geography from this point of view, but if she tried to place herself on any one spot of the sands down below she could almost imagine where she would be.
"The only reason we exist as a people is because the Empire stuck a big fuel and coaxium cache on the planet." Colette said as she turned towards Valery. The shiver in her voice made the kid's anxiety all too obvious. "The files in the archives said it is believed that we are the remnants of a big Imperial garrison."
"We're talking maybe five hundred people." She exhaled and looked back at the planet again. "When the plague hit the galaxy, they began to splinter into groups to keep safe and to isolate."
"... As the—" A long sigh cut Colette off mid-sentence. "I-"
Deep breath. Easy in, easy out.
"This… Lashiec person seemed to connect a lot of dots." Colette swallowed air, her foot tapped nervously on the ground. "Were they some sort of… Archivist? Why haven't I seen them around the temple?"
