Trouble in the Archives

[Darth Caecus]

Voss
Silver Sanctum Archives

"If you don't know her name, or when she lived, I don't believe I can help you further, young lady. If you remember any more details, perhaps then.....?"

Sabetha, dismayed, shook her head. The archivist sniffed, clearly annoyed.

"Well, in that case, you can use the holoarchives and begin searching by Corellian Jedi," she said, her tone lofty, as if Sabetha shouldn't have been wasting her time at all with such a trivial question.

"But I-"

"Little girl," she archivist said, looking down her nose severely. "I am very busy and cannot dedicate the entire afternoon to a snipe hunt. If you wish to go through the archives entry by entry, by all means. Good day."

The eleven year old girl stood, watching as the archivist swept off to do whatever very important things were not helping her. Somehow, despite knowing that she needed help, she felt bad just for asking. Another case of Sabetha bothering people she thought to herself as she turned and looked at the holoterminal.

Small hands splayed over the lettering that would let her begin her search. She chewed on her lower lip. Her mother had told her, when she was very little, that they were descended from a great Jedi. Mom had a medallion, really old. I wish I could remember more about what she'd said. Why didn't I pay attention? She frowned, emerald eyes casting over the display. Somewhere, in these archives, was information about a woman Jedi from Corellia, great enough to have a medallion minted for her. There was only one problem.
​Sabetha couldn't read.

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

Undin was at the Temple , a rare occasion , he had decided to search for some Jedi stories since he was getting bored looking at houses. They were all the same and the worst were the people who were trying to sell the house Great view, 3 floored , no murders , etc ,etc . As he entered the Library he went to the reception and asked how to use the archives about other Jedi that had trained in the Temple and were part of the Order, to which she simply answered "You don't actually know how to use a computer? Well, you just type whatever you want to search and it will appear ". The boy had seen better reception in his days , but he couldn't be bothered to make a fuss about that. He was exausted and just wanted to clear his mind for a few hours. As he was going to seat down he saw a girl he thought he recognised from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he decided that it may be best to just go near her and try to do some chit chat.

"Hello there, haven't we met?"

[member="Sabetha Tag"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor had managed to arrive at the temple. It had been years infact centuries since he visited a Jedi Temple,and his Master was away on business. He figured he would go to the archives,and catch up on more Jedi lore. When he arrived in the archives it almost looked like the one on Coruscant 800 years ago,and he was very pleased. He helped himself to one of the terminals upon seeing a familar sight [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"],and mentally groaned to himself,and perhaps from the looks of it another padawan. [member="Sabetha Tag"]

Nonetheless he began his studies learning of Luke Skywalker's New Jedi Order,and all of it's history hoping to one day become a Jedi Historian,and perhaps a keeper of these very archives with it's wellspring of knowledge. Every now,and than someone would ask if he needed help,and he politely declined. He not only studied history,but was also searching for the Lightsabers of Tusken Jedi before him,and the most famous among them. The jedi Sharad,and A'Sharad Hett.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

THE PLANET
V O S S
THE SILVER TEMPLE

"...and so gravimetric pressures from the formation of three stars here..."

He came back on occasion.

It was not enough for a Jedi Sentinel to be present on the frontiers of space, they must bring that knowledge back so that it could be shared and better inform the Jedi Order to prepare itself for tomorrow. One day, one of these Jedi here would have to replace him as the Watchman for the Kathol Sector. It was important that the next generation of Jedi know what he knew of it.

So the young Anzat had come to deliver the most recent astrological survey data from the Marcol Void in person. In part to update the archives with information gleaned from the field. In part to meet and re-establish bonds with the other Jedi of the Order. And in part to drop in and check on how the Corellia Digital Store on Voss was doing.

There was always something for him to accomplish on Voss. Taking a few moments to teach a seminar on the Kathol Sector was more a pleasantry than it was a burden. Using his finger, the small Jedi highlighted three dots on the holographic map that dominated the room. "...here and here caused a convergence of gas, which superheated to form what we see today as the Blue Swirl."

The map shifted rotation, as a band of energized plasma was highlighted in a false color rendering that illustrated its common perception to the human eye. At the same time, a series of chimes could be heard overhead, signalling the end to the class.

As the students began to gather their belongings, the small boy continued. "Please read Master [member="Jorus Merrill"]'s guide, pages four-forty-one through four-eighty-seven, for tomorrow and come ready to discuss the Marcol Void."

The classroom which the young master had occupied was toward the back of the Jedi Archives, near the star charts, so to more readily draw information from them for use in teaching. As the students filed out of the room, the boy took a moment to shut down the holo-projector and then lower the lighting as he proceeded out behind them.

He'd nearly crossed the archives when he heard the distinctive voice of the librarian.

"...cannot dedicate the entire afternoon to a snipe hunt. If you wish to go through the archives entry by entry, by all means. Good day."

Ask any Jedi student who had ever visited the archives during their apprenticeship, they would tell you that Jedi Librarian was a position that Sith Lords likely retired to in their old age. Certainly, [member="Coci Heavenshield"] was likely to have gotten this warm, compassionate soul from the Imperialist Training Centers of the One Sith.

And if anyone heard whether the First Order was hiring librarians, Sor-Jan knew just whose resume he'd like to send their way...

Pivoting on his heel, the tow-headed Anzat double backed through the archives until he arrived to see a young girl looking flustered and a librarian, walking away, looking frustrated. A distinctive sage green robe shifted about the child's form. His trousers had a line of gold breaks along the sides, forming a yellow 'bloodstripe.' Neither of which was typical of the standard Jedi attire.

Bowing first toward the young maiden and then toward the black-haired youth who he had seen address her, the boy raised back to his full height - short as it was - and politely asked, "Well, I'm certainly not busy. Can I help you find anything?"

[member="Sabetha Tag"] | [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]​

 

[Darth Caecus]

What even was a snipe anyway? She was looking for a Jedi Master. Not a snipe (whatever it was). Was it Librarian slang for Jedi Master? If it was, it sounded ridiculous.

Sabetha stood in front of the terminal helplessly for a minute, unhelpful thoughts tumbling around in her head.

There were lots of things she was good at. Hiding. Getting out of bad situations. Stealing (really good at that). Knowing when to cut her losses (usually, but apparently, not right now). But it seemed like, ever since coming to Voss, the only stuff she'd been coming across were things that she was bad at. Or, at the very least, not very good at. Other than [member="Smeg"], she hadn't made any friends here. And she obviously couldn't tell her Master [member="Junko Ike"] about the 5 foot tall rat who she'd bring food to. She didn't think that would fly at all.

So even though it looked like she was concentrating hard on the terminal in front of her, her thoughts were a kilometer away.

"Hello there, haven't we met?"

A voice broke her out of the merry-go-round of her own thoughts and she looked up, blinking in surprise at @Undin Jai Kryze.

"Um. Hi. No, um, I don't think so-"

"Well, I'm certainly not busy. Can I help you find anything?"

Emerald gaze turned to [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]. Well, at least she wasn't the only kid in the archives. Little did she know....

She hesitated, remembering the reaction she'd gotten from the Librarian.

"It's okay if it's too much trouble," she said, not wanting to bother *another* person. "But. Well. I'm looking for a Jedi Master. I don't know her name. Or when she lived. So I know it's hard to find and everything. But I do know she lived on Corellia because she had a- um- what's it called? Like a big gold coin. My mom had it-"

She paused, blinking again. Was the boy wearing a bloodstripe?

"And I don't know.... I don't know how to use the terminal. And the librarian wouldn't help," the words just kind of gushed out. "And I, even if I did, I don't know what to look for. And. I. Um."

Her face turned scarlet, her voice dropping, almost too quiet to hear.

"And I can't read."

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

Undin looked into the girl's face. He was trying to recognize her when it snapped. The boy's leg snapped and he fell to the ground. His little adventure to the Senate Building really did some damage on his leg. He screamed in agony and pain. As he was trying to get up , he fell again and this time instead of random pain screams he yelled "Frak, I need to be taken to a healer.".

Undin couldn't take the pain seeying he was still a little boy and passed out on the floor of the Library.

[member="Sabetha Tag"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Too much trouble?

There was a problem when the Jedi came to the belief that someone seeking knowledge was a bother. On the contrary, there was no more honored position in their Order than he, or she, who sought further knowledge. And, in that respect, it was the job of the Jedi Masters to guide and serve those who would be the next generation of Jedi. Not so that they would be like Yoda or [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] or even Sor-Jan Xantha... but so that they could be the Jedi of the future, whatever shape that future might take.

She spoke of a gold coin, however. Was she seeking a Corellian Jedi?

"JedCreds," the young Anzat supplied, providing the name for the trinket that the girl detailed, however vague. He knew of no other such trinket attributed to the Jedi that was of its like, though it could well have been a gift, as JedCreds were often presented to the Jedi's former master. And, at least in Sor-Jan's case, his master hadn't been a Corellian Jedi. Explaining the remark, the boy said, "You seem to be describing Jedi Credits. They're a token of honor among the Jedi of my homeworld."

A female Corellian Jedi Master? That was an interesting line of inquiry. Almost immediately, the young Anzat wondered if she still had the contact information for [member="Lorna Halcyon"]. Aside from the legacy of the Halcyon bloodline, she was the Green Jedi most in touch with their broken home of Corellia. "Well, right now, I can help you find this Jedi," the boy remarked, looking up from his own thoughts.

Not being literate however. That simply wouldn't do. "Though perhaps a longer term strategy might be helping you with that read..."

"Frak, I need to be taken to a healer."

Blinking, the small Anzat turned his head to look over. The black-haired youth was on the ground. The boy looked back at the girl, then returned his attention to the youth on the floor. Holding up one finger, the youngling knight seemed to indicate for the girl to 'hold that thought' as the green-robed child made his way over toward where the boy was on the floor.

Kneeling down beside the black-haired Jedi, the empathic Jedi stretched out with his mind. On a tactile level, he reached out with two fingers to lightly touch the boy's forehead. The youth seemed to be alive. Breathing steady. Pulse fair.

Shock?

Holding up his left arm, the boy used his right hand to pull back the sleeve and reveal the HoloLink on his wrist. Swiping a finger across the mini datapad, the boy tapped twice to call up a contact in his comlink records. He was a jack-of-all-trades, but this was a situation where he could get someone to a bacta tank and leave the rest to the specialists. Best to call for an actual Jedi Healer. Was [member="Maya Carrick"] in the temple? For some reason he thought she might be out on an assignment.

Who else then? With a snap of his fingers, the boy swiped over to a different contact and keyed the transmission. "[member="Cathbodua"] are you in the Silver Temple? I could use your assistance in the archives," the boy remarked into the comlink.

If not, he knew a 2-1B surgical droid with a rather poor disposition toward younglings that worked in the clinic. But best not to make that call unless all other avenues of help proved ineffective. Particularly when Sor-Jan wouldn't wish that 2-1B on his worst Sith Lord enemy.

Well, maybe on his worst Sith Lord enemy...

Flattening out his palm, the boy passed his hand over the boy's prone form. Visual inspection revealed that one leg was off at a wrong angle. A stress fracture? Possible...

"So, tell me about this Jedi Master you're looking for," the small Anzat asked, speaking to the girl as he began working to telekinetically re-set the bone.

[member="Sabetha Tag"] | [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"]​

 

[Jakkor Kess]

The young Tusken Jedi was currently lost in his studies,and read the only thing he could find of the lightsabers he was looking for. A'sharad Hett was a Jedi he knew during the Clone Wars,and looked up to him,unfortunately that man became the Sith Lord Darth Krayt,and founded The One Sith. 700 years ago upon his death his lightsaber as well as his Father's was lost,and were never found. The Tusken sighed in frustration,and banged his head lightly on the terminal,and the he pushed his seat back,and got up.


He saw many other Jedi were in the archives as well,and frankly Jakkor was quite nervous he had never encountered Jedi well besides his master anyways since Order 66. He silently kept to himself ignoring them,and he really wouldn't know what he would even say,and decided to browse the holobooks,and lose himself in their texts. Exploring the history of the Jedi in the past 800 years, the current technology,and as well as the rest of the history of the galaxy.


When he had gathered an armful of holobooks he took interest in. He quitely passed all of the droids,and other Jedi not wanting to really draw too much attention to himself,and made his way quietly o a table where he set's the stack neatly,and starts to bask in the knowledge the books have to offer ignoring the other Jedi,and to focus solely on his interest in knowledge.


[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]|[member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]|[member="Sabetha Tag"]

 

[Cathbodua]

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

Cathbodua was not in the library but she was in the sub-basement as the message came to her and she looked up from her desk at the medical bay as the hapen raised an eyebrow for a moment as she spoke securing her facemask and leaving the other medical staff in charge. "I'll be back." She was moving into the lift while providing herself with a small look and going up in the black bodysuit with its smooth lightweight chainmail under the outer cloak and hood. Leaving it bunched under her neck until she rolled her shoulders arriving on the library level to go and see the one jedi master who was... interesting. She was curious about the anzati mostly because he was old but usually they reached maturity before living forever or how long they did. She was entering the library and approached the others. "You messaged me master Xantha."

 

[Lorna Halcyon]

Lorna had been out on things, after her missions with Cynna she had learned how to do a number of things but she had a grin on her face. Wearing the green cloak over the blue outfit with her kama she had been changing it up. Synthweaving thansk to the work the leviathan hide with the mesh and ginally green dreamsilk that gave it the traditional look but also made it more protective for a green jedi then many others were able to get. The legacy holocron was there on her hip in her belt along with her saber she had retrieved from Corellia in the old family estate. "Quiet? Send this report in." She sat down while looking at the other things that were there and was feeding in the information about what they had been able to learn. New planets were being discovered because of the AI and its seeder ships going out with mapping relays which extended past Silver sanctum space to give them a better view of everything including the heavily fortified system of as the locals called it Nidhog. She was thinking about a small expedition there to meet with the local sect of jedi... wait no sect made them seem small in comparison when they possibly outnumbered all of the jedi orders in the known galaxy.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Jedi Credits. Well, that was one mystery solved.

Sabetha had jumped back in surprise when @Undin Jaii Kyze collapsed, looking around for someone in charge to help.

I need an adult?

They needed an adult.

Apparently, [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] was as good as one. She watched as he moved immediately to action, sure and confident.

Is that what I'd be like if I'd grown up in the Jedi temple? She wondered, making assumptions all over the place. There were things she was good at- things she was confident in her abilities to deal with (as only the young can be), but she knew this wasn't one of those things. She had no idea what to do to help the other boy.

She watched with mingled trepidation and curiosity as he worked, surprised when he asked:

"So, tell me about this Jedi Master you're looking for."

​​"Um, I don't know much," she admitted. Hesitantly, she knelt beside the blonde boy, trying to figure out just what he was doing. Chewing on her lower lip, she reached out with the Force. It was tentative and unsure, but she wanted to know if she could see what he was doing- with more than just her eyes. She spoke slowly, thoughtfully, as she tried to follow what he was doing.

"I know she was from Corellia, the old Corellia not the new one, a really long time ago. She was a Jedi Master. And she was related to us-" she paused, swallowing. "To me. My mom said I was named after her, but I think our names aren't exactly the same. I don't think I would have forgotten her name if it was the same as mine."

She stopped again, frustrated with herself. Why hadn't she paid more attention back then? She didn't know, didn't understand that all those times her mom had told her stories, that they would matter some day.

And even if they hadn't, she felt a pang. Even if it wasn't useful, she wished she'd paid more attention just because.

The girl looked up as [member="Cathbodua"] approached. She scooted back so she wasn't in the way. Standing up slowly, she watched, frowning slightly.

They were going to heal him, she realized. With the Force....

It jogged a memory.

*Flash*

"She was a famous Healer," her mother said, leaning back against the leg of the chair.

They were sitting on the floor of their small apartment. Sabetha wasn't terribly interested in her mother's history lessons of people long dead. The five year old was concentrating hard, her tongue sticking out slightly as she added another block to the wobbling tower in front of her.

"They said that if she couldn't heal it, it couldn't be healed." Her mother closed her eyes, the same emerald green of her daughter's. "I suppose the Force faded from our family," she mused, her tone distant, regretful. "But maybe someday...."

*Flash*

"She was a Healer," Sabetha said suddenly, remembering. "Does that help?"

Funny, how Sor had immediately thought of the Halycon's. Though she didn't call herself that, Sabetha's ancestor claimed that lineage as her own, which meant that, even if Sabetha couldn't know it, the same blood ran in her veins. Indeed, Corellia knew the Jedi Healer who the girl was descended from well, just not by that line. Bethany Kismet.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"I know she was from Corellia, the old Corellia not the new one, a really long time ago."

Well, the girl's ancestors were obviously people who appreciated the finer planets in the galaxy.

...or they just couldn't afford the rent on Coruscant. That place was ridiculous.

In either event, the boy nodded his head and murmured an acknowledgment, to indicate that he was listening, even as his attention became focused on the black-haired boy's leg. That bone was definitely broken. Hairline stress fracture? Who knew. Medicine had been Dil'andau's specialty, not his.

"...My mom said I was named after her, but I think our names aren't exactly the same. I don't think I would have forgotten her name if it was the same as mine."

The comment made the small Anzat look up for the realization that he didn't know her name. He'd been about to ask when the Atrisian healer appeared. "Oh, hey, Cathbodua," the boy greeted the woman. Normally he'd bow, but he eschewed the formalities for a vague wave over to where he was kneeling over the body of the padawan. "He just collapsed. I think his leg's broken, but I have no idea how THAT happened."

He wasn't responsible for this disaster.

That he knew of.

Though, Jedi randomly passing out in the archives and people arriving to find an Anzat kneeling over the unconscious body... you'd think people would be more concerned about a vampire being a first responder.

"I set the bone..." the boy began, before pausing. "I think." Yep. Definitely not a Jedi Healer. "...but he probably belongs in your care more than he does mine."

Sliding out of the Atrisian woman's way, the boy picked himself up from the floor and stepped over toward the young girl. "Now, perhaps we should start your name and then we can start cross-referencing similar names in the archives," the young Jedi remarked aloud.

[member="Sabetha Tag"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]​

 

[Cathbodua]

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

She was arriving and gave a look at the anzati when he arrived and was looking at the one who had passed out with a look but she didn't judge while going over some of the things. She knelt down looking at him while her hand moved bringing out the blue cube that swirled with energy and pulsed with the lightside of the force. "It will help, have they taken anything or been acting strange before they passed out?" She asked it and remained there for a moment prepared for anything while she slid the other hand to her pouch pulling out the extra set of glove. The microsensory mesh going over the reactive fabric while the medical computers in the wrists were working to show the padawans body on a small holographic display when she touched the sensors to his body.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Sabetha was still watching [member="Cathbodua"] when [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] stood up and spoke. She was watching so intently in fact, on two different levels, that she almost missed what he said completely. She wasn't very good at keeping track of other things at the same time she was trying to use the Force. It was too new, and she was too unfamiliar yet. It would get easier with time.

She blinked, pulling her attention back and shaking her head, unruly red hair flying as she did.

"Sorry- wha-? Yes. Okay. Oh, um. My name's Sabetha. Sabetha Tag. What's your name?"

Glancing at Cathbodua when she queried, Sabetha shook her head again, but this time in answer.

"I don't think so? He didn't seem to be acting weird. He just said he thought he needed a healer and then collapsed."

She didn't want it to seem like she didn't care about the dark haired boy, but there really wasn't anything she could do, and he seemed like he was in good hands. Turning back to Sor, she asked, trying to hide the excitement in her voice:

"You'll really help me?"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Acting strange?

"To be honest, I hadn't noticed him until he'd passed out on the floor," the Anzat recalled aloud, addressing the Atrisian healer's question.

Turning his attention back toward the young girl, the boy gave an enigmatic smile in response to her own inquiry. "Search for this Corellian healer?" he asked, before adding, "...or helping you learn to read?"

Both were points meriting being addressed.

"The answer to both is yes, by the way," the young Jedi remarked a moment later. "Though the former would probably be the easiest to accomplish in the present."

Long term goals were important for a Jedi to have, however. And improving one's literacy or vocabulary were both admirable goals in their own right. They kind of added to the whole 'lifelong learning' motif that Jedi naturally fostered anyway, so that certainly was appropriate for them.

[member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Sabetha Tag"] | [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]​

 

[Cathbodua]

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

She gave a small nod while working on the boy listening vaguely to them talking about something else. There wasn't much else that was needed in her opinion to do aside from checking the boy and working on him while the hushed casket they had for state of the art medical gurney's cme with the droid for them to move the boy into. THe whirring and hums of the machinery as it was being hooked up and set up to hold him in stasis with the readouts about what was happening to him coming to them. "Things are looking better." There were a couple of healers with her wearing the marked robes and new robes that were being developed for healers and more exclusively some of their own force tech to augment their skills while they started discussing the boy taking him away in the device with a differential to the medical droids. "Who is the healer that you seek?"

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

Undin woke up all of the sudden and saw some people in masks. His first instict was to do a powerfull Force Push , lifting himself up and got his sabers out. The last time he passed out he woke up in a Police Station and now he had no idea where he was. "Who are you people?"

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Cathbodua"]

 

[Darth Caecus]

Sabetha's face flushed scarlet again as [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] offer to help her- not the helping here with the archives, but learning how to read. It wasn't something she'd been ashamed of, living on the streets. But here it was different. Here there seemed to be so many things about her to be ashamed of.

At least he was being kind about it.

"I-I'd like that. A lot," she stammered, cheeks flaming. "I know some things? B-but not much. I never...."

Trailing off, she didn't finish her sentence. I never had a chance to learn. She tried to fight down the blush, which only succeeded in making her more aware of it, which in turn made it worse. Why was that a thing? She was relieved when they turned back to the console.

But when [member="Cathbodua"] offered her own query, she was right back there again, embarrassed that she didn't have the answer. Of course, if she had the answer, she wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.

"I don't know who she is. I mean, I do. I'm related to her. But I don't know her name or anything. I just know that she was a Jedi Master, a healer, from Corellia. A really, REALLY long time ago."

Over five centuries in truth, but anything more than a couple decades ago kind of faded in to the void of a really really long time in Sabetha's book.

"So where do we start? Do we start with Corellian Jedi like the librarian," there was a little bit of a twist on her face when she said that, "suggested? Or with my n-"

She stopped by the sound of a slightly distant voice. After all, the medical droids had already started bringing [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] away- he wasn't particularly close to the trio anymore. She blinked, frowning. Hadn't his leg been broken? Did Jedi healing work that fast?