Alara Slayn
An Existentialist Enigma.
The Gardens of T'alla. Once a sacred place, now little more than ruin.
The barren ground of what was once the garden felt odd as Alara's utility boots walked all over it. There was an ethereal, desolate quality to the earth - probably the aftereffects of the Cron Supernova that wiped the planet clean at one point. This was the homeworld of her mother, of the Ysanna people - feral, savage to the misunderstanding, but from the perspective of the Force, pure. Knossa may have been no more, but the primal spirit of the Ysanna lived on.
This unplanned visit, a stopover of sorts, was meant to be a quick stopover on the trade lanes to Korriban, but it'd be two entire rotations before the next shuttle would jump in, and it's not as if the orbital elevator to the freeport was far. That, and surely the ruins of the Jedi temple which the gardens overlooked would make for some interesting 'digging'. In her typical clothing but now brandishing a little toolkit hanging from her left hand, she moved between the jagged rocks, down the garden's main walkway, or what was left of it over the millennia. In the distant skies behind the clouds, the silhouettes of Adega Prime and Adega Besh were peeking down at the deathworld below. It was said that the occasional tribe or recluse shaman could be chanced upon, but an hour into her little trek Alara had yet to see any. Well, the Jedi temple's still a good 1 hour stroll away from here. Should run into something by then.
Alara highly doubted if she'd actually find anything salvageable from the ruins, but from what she'd learned prior the best lessons didn't come in the form of artifacts, but of enhanced knowledge. Even a lightsaber would be just another trinket to an ignoramus, as even the most intricate holocron sample would be lost to a child, or a jungle savage. It was the insight and knowledge gained that always counted - sometimes placebo, but every now and then, a gem of a find that justified the hunt.
Reciting a little fragment of recovered Ysanna poetry to herself, she pulled her datapad up from her bag slung around her torso, and read again the last few entries she'd made before alighting from the trading barge in low orbit.
The Cron Supernova washed across the planet, cleaning its surface of life and subsequently the Jedi polis. Isolated reports suggest the presence of Kyber crystals as a bi-product of the cataclysm. Further reports as to remnant devices or artifacts among the ruins of the Old Jedi Temple are unverified.
It looked promising.
The barren ground of what was once the garden felt odd as Alara's utility boots walked all over it. There was an ethereal, desolate quality to the earth - probably the aftereffects of the Cron Supernova that wiped the planet clean at one point. This was the homeworld of her mother, of the Ysanna people - feral, savage to the misunderstanding, but from the perspective of the Force, pure. Knossa may have been no more, but the primal spirit of the Ysanna lived on.
This unplanned visit, a stopover of sorts, was meant to be a quick stopover on the trade lanes to Korriban, but it'd be two entire rotations before the next shuttle would jump in, and it's not as if the orbital elevator to the freeport was far. That, and surely the ruins of the Jedi temple which the gardens overlooked would make for some interesting 'digging'. In her typical clothing but now brandishing a little toolkit hanging from her left hand, she moved between the jagged rocks, down the garden's main walkway, or what was left of it over the millennia. In the distant skies behind the clouds, the silhouettes of Adega Prime and Adega Besh were peeking down at the deathworld below. It was said that the occasional tribe or recluse shaman could be chanced upon, but an hour into her little trek Alara had yet to see any. Well, the Jedi temple's still a good 1 hour stroll away from here. Should run into something by then.
Alara highly doubted if she'd actually find anything salvageable from the ruins, but from what she'd learned prior the best lessons didn't come in the form of artifacts, but of enhanced knowledge. Even a lightsaber would be just another trinket to an ignoramus, as even the most intricate holocron sample would be lost to a child, or a jungle savage. It was the insight and knowledge gained that always counted - sometimes placebo, but every now and then, a gem of a find that justified the hunt.
Reciting a little fragment of recovered Ysanna poetry to herself, she pulled her datapad up from her bag slung around her torso, and read again the last few entries she'd made before alighting from the trading barge in low orbit.
The Cron Supernova washed across the planet, cleaning its surface of life and subsequently the Jedi polis. Isolated reports suggest the presence of Kyber crystals as a bi-product of the cataclysm. Further reports as to remnant devices or artifacts among the ruins of the Old Jedi Temple are unverified.
It looked promising.