Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?

The planet Ossus appeared to just hang there, a giant grey pearl floating between the orange globes of two suns. It was grey because the entire world was covered in clouds. It was covered in clouds because, twice each year, Ossus passed directly between its two stars. Blasted by radiant energy from opposite sides, it went several weeks without night. Planetary temperatures skyrocketed, changing most of the surface water into atmospheric vapour.
Sorel knew all that because she had read it in briefing file. But more so because she’d lived there once upon a time, before the Republic and more importantly the Jedi moved out. Before it became a Coalition planet. Going back was going to be awkward. She’d returned once before – only to find the Jedi Order gone – and left as soon as she could. Going back was going to be uncomfortable, she knew it.
In part the discomfort should come from the fact that, due to the planetary alignment, conditions were incredibly steamy. In addition, during this period pilots departing and landing would be flying blind until they reached space or the ground.
Sorel watched her descent on the ship’s navigation system but relied on what she was being told by the Force. Even from an altitude of a thousand metres, the Jedi academy on Ossus would have looked enormous. Spread across a verdant bench-land between a lush mountainside and a gloom-filled rift valley, its tidy sweeps of green turf were surrounded by burgeoning plots of foliage and connected by snaking ribbons of grey paving stone.
Finally she landed, in the hangar that was cut into the side of a cliff and left her ship. Her bracelet afforded her protection from the extreme humidity, so she wore her regular robes and strode to where she was due to meet her newest Padawan.
The route to the lab she’d agree to meet at was a meandering one across the academy grounds, winding through a labyrinth of shrubbery and detouring past carefully planned vistas, following a path of tightly placed stepping-stones that deliberately forced walkers to slow down and contemplate the garden.
The path rounded a gentle bend, and a dozen metres ahead, the trapezoidal span of Clarity Gate framed a tranquil courtyard accented by a small fountain. Sorel paused at the crosspieces. It had been ingrained into her what a Jedi must do as she enters the academy grounds. Meditate. So she closed her eyes and calmed her mind of thoughts and emotions. Once it cleared, she reopened her eyes and continued her walk to the lab.
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