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  2. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria sighed. She looked at the Librarian, telling her, promptly, "Mirran just passed out! Won't you do something to help her out? Oh! Um..." Thuria stared at Mirran through the Force, concerned and worried about her. She turned to the Librarian, surprised she would ask such a question! She did come here of her own volition, on her own quest, but at the same time she wanted to help out her old Padawan! Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to seek out the holocron she needed on her journey to become a Grey Jedi. Thuria stood up, facing the Librarian. "I'm eager to learn more about the Grey Jedi. I've been doing a lot of research on them, but I wonder about their teachings, as well as learning more about the balance in the Force and all it has to offer. It's always been about balance. So, it makes sense that the Force should be in check, too. Is this all right? Can I seek out a holocron that teaches the Grey Side of the Force?" She tensed up. The Light Side enveloped her, made her feel lighter, cooler, stronger, but stronger in a good way. Well, here she was, hoping that she didn't screw up with her own task. But would Mirran be okay? She looked at the Librarian through the Force, asking her, "Will she be all right? Is Mirran okay?" She looked at Mirran through the Force, wondering if she was all right and if she needed some help, a place to rest after what she went through. Thuria felt like she needed to do that, but then her concerns were towards Mirran and the holocron she sought after, whichever one came first. Oh, there was so much to do! Well, here she hoped that both their missions worked out well in the end! It was all she could depend on, for the time being.
  3. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Mirran felt tired. She wanted to rest. She felt like a pup that had been whipped. She groaned and promptly passed out. The librarian shook her head. "Such is expected from such a child." She turned towards Thuria. "And what are you looking for? Surely your search is different than hers."
  4. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria smiled, keeping her eyes closed in the waking world and open through the Force. She sighed in relief, grateful that task was done. She just wondered if the Librarian would do the same to her! That was her concern anyway. Besides, they got what they came here for. "Well done, Mirran," Thuria said, congratulating her old Padawan.
  5. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Mirran nodded and looked at the holocrons through the Force. So many, they extended above her to the ceiling on shelves. She shivered lightly. It felt like her confrontation back in the Crystal cave where the queen/mother Kinrath dwelled. She gave a long sigh... "So many...." She heard the noise of the holocrons. It was like hearing water rushing over a precipice and going down into a gulf, a waterfall. It would be so easy to get lost in the rush of it all. Mirran extended her sight as far as she could. "I can not figure them all...it's like a rushing river...too...many currents. Too many directions. " She felt agitated and she wanted to run away because it was too much for Mirran's senses. How could the Librarian deal with such a thing? She turned her senses at the Librarian and frowned. The Librarian seemed very calm and at peace. Yet she had to deal with the holocrons on a daily basis. It left Mirran wondering how the other Miralukan was able to handle it. Mirran pondered this, she wondered if the woman had been chosen at a young age to handle the holocrons. Maybe she became use to the noise. And then Mirran had an idea. Embrace the noise. She calmed herself and let the noise of all those holocrons wash over. It became like a peaceful rush of water. Mirran then wondered which noise and voice she was looking for. She cocked her head curiously and proceeded to 'look' and scan the holocrons with the Force. Images of various sentients went through her mind. A woman's image went through Mirran's mind... Mirran gasped and went to a shelf and carefully using the Force floated the cube to her hand. The librarian nodded. "You have done well, child..."
  6. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria opened her eyes through the Force, while keeping her actual eyes closed. She listened to the Librarian intently, realizing she couldn't choose which holocron held the knowledge they needed. Even though some of the holocrons asked her to open them, she couldn't decide which ones would open for them and which held the knowledge that she and Mirran sought after. Perhaps it was for the best, but then she felt so out of place in this world. She looked to Mirran with curiosity, wondering what choice would she make. "Go ahead, Mirran. I doubt I'll be much use here," Thuria said, keeping her focus on the holocrons. She was tempted, but decided it was for the best to let some things happen through the Force. It was better than nothing, right?
  7. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Mirran was meditating and opening herself up to the Force. So much had happened since she had come here. She had forsaken the ways of the Jedi to learn more about her own people. She had to admit that she felt slightly out of place and alone even with Thuria here with her. Will I always feel out of place? Mirran rose up from her meditation. She looked at the holocrons and she looked them over. A woman entered the room and she said softly. "Choose the holocron, you seek. If you are ready, you will know which one you seek. If you cannot find the right one, then you are not ready for the knowledge you need." Mirran paused. "Are you the Librarian?" The woman smiled. "I am..."
  8. Job stuff/IRL have me delayed/crazy busy atm x.x not dead, but overwhelmed with stuff atm, sorry x.x

  9. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria retracted her hand. She hadn't touched a holocron, and now, it seemed like the task was impossible! She sighed in despair. Oh well. Well, she might as well try something else. She turned to Mirran, nodding and listening to her old Padawan speak to her. There was only one thing to do: meditate. She agreed with her old Padawan on this, finding nothing else better to do right now. But how was Thuria supposed to know if this was a trap? It was best that some things reveal themselves with time. "Well, it's better than nothing," Thuria said, sitting down on a bench and closing her eyes through the Force. For a while, she drifted off, her mind calm and focused. However, she kept picking up various noises surrounding her. The holocrons hummed and called out to her, beckoning for her to touch them and reveal their secrets to her. It was a tempting move. No, Thuria ought to go against the idea of touching the holocrons. What if one of them opened up when she wasn't looking? What if one of them dared show her its secrets? It was a mystery, but it was one that would have to wait for instruction to come her way. She calmed down, wondering what Mirran was doing right now.
  10. A Pilgrimage Home...

    "Don't touch any of the holocrons...if this is a test...then if we touch even one...we could end our chances for even being here. Course, there is the fact if we don't touch them...we could end our chances for being here as well." Mirran sighed. "I suppose we are going to have to sit and wait, maybe meditate..." Mirran sat down and stated, "I don't like meditation all that much...."
  11. Peace on Nirauan

    All was quiet. Life was downright peaceful. It had been months since Verrin had been attacked in his Library office, within the walls of the Archives. It had been a joint effort attack - an aspiring Sith who had allied with both a Mandalorian and two Jedi to take him down. For the Jedi, it was removing a Darth from the Sith. For the Sith, it was an opportunity for advancement in a broken organizational structure of refugees. For the Mandalorian - well... they were known for loving a good fight. Credits were just part of an exchange to fund ammo, repairs, and drinks afterward. That attack had failed though, due to the accidental (?) intervention of another Mandalorian. Since then, the Library had been repaired, some of the damaged or destroyed materials had been replaced, and 'life' had gone on. There had been no other attacks since, and if he was being honest with himself, there hadn't been much of anything else going on either. Oh sure, Verrin had his pet projects - he always did. The pursuit of knowledge never stopped for him, and he had several lifetimes worth of reading material in the vast collection. He was also a practitioner of Sith Alchemy, and researched ways to refine or improve that power whenever he could. Verrin was never at a want for something to do, and he was often overloaded when he took on students, or when events like that 'attack' took place. But he wasn't overloaded now. The last 'student' he had - a Jedi woman - had left the planet. His apprentices were both off doing SOMEthing, though he knew not what. He sometimes saw @Vanessa Sallin if she chose to serve a shift as a Guardian, and he heard rumors that @Holle might be causing a ruckus in pursuit of freeing slaves somewhere, or maybe she was back on Dathomir, building an amazon army. That planet clouded senses in the Force, so Verrin wouldn't know if she was there or not - nor if she was dead or alive if she was on that surface. And he wasn't about to go there himself to check. She'd either return in due time, or she would not. It saddened him to some degree, but then he embraced sadness as power, so he tucked those feelings away like a battery, and wondered when he might be called upon to use them. Even the horrible Republic that had caused such destruction on Dathomir had gone quiet. One could suppose that they were building their power silently, preparing to unleash some great and terrible assault on the remaining organized Sith and Jedi forces. But there wasn't a peep - or at least, no news had come back from any spies in the Intelligence division. For that matter, news of the Sith'ari and Darth Sanguira had fallen off too - and Darth Tanit. If the military might of the fallen Empire was active in the galaxy, nobody on Nirauan was talking about it. There had been no Council meetings in recent memory. The last Verrin had seen of the Sith'ari was when Verrin had first moved into the Archives on this planet. Maybe the leader of the Sith was quietly marshalling forces elsewhere. Or maybe... ... maybe they didn't trust Verrin with such preparations. That thought crept into Verrin's mind every now and again over the years. He was old, especially for a Sith in power, and he didn't share a lot of other Sith's philosophies. He was much more moderate in his dealings with others, and whether he liked or hated them, he was often able to work with them to some degree. Verrin was loyal to the Sith - perhaps to a fault - but he didn't hold the passion for power that most did. He never aspired to be the Emperor, nor the Sith'ari. He was quite happy chasing after the knowledge that enabled others to rise as well, for the Sith to return to power. So he spent the majority of his efforts training the young, instructing the more mature, and mediating conflicts. One of Verrin's core philosophies was that the dead didn't feel, and if there were no feelings, then there was no power to be had. If his enemies were all gone, then there wouldn't be any challenge for him to overcome. He wouldn't be threatened - he would grow complacent in a time of 'peace' - and that was when he would perish. But as he walked through the mostly empty halls of the Archive Library, his inner alarm system was active. It was always active, from years and years of honed practice. He was ready for any attack, any threat from within or without. But the anxiety that came when there was no threat, day after day, week after week, was driving him stir-crazy. He considered making trouble, and eyed the other half of the Archives where the Jedi had set up shop around the same time he had. But there too - all was quiet. All was peaceful. To date, he had never met his Jedi counterpart, @Homra Azner. For all Verrin knew, the Jedi archivist was a made-up story rather than a real person. He sighed. Verrin paced over to a window, and peered outside. The small city of Nirauan was bustling, active. There had been no great apocalypse that had taken every living being and killed them. There was no event that had thrown Verrin into a parallel world where there were no Sith, no Jedi, no Force. He could look down at his fingertips and watch lightning crackle between his fingers. And he hadn't died, that he knew of, and gone on to some Purgatory, or other 'place' where he was the sole practitioner of the old ways. It was simply that everything was at peace. And that bothered him. It went against his Code, and even his scientific mind. Peace was a lie, and merely potential energy building to become kinetic. Something surely had to be building... something was going to happen. It was just unprecedented since he had become a Sith, that the energy would build for this long without revealing where it was going. He was either going to die at peace, or else something incredible was going to happen.
  12. A Pilgrimage Home...

    "Oh," Thuria said, saddened by this news. She was only trying to help Mirran. She went inside the room, observing the holocrons. There were so many! What if she took just one holocron? Would that make things better? She didn't know. She was lucky to have made it this far.
  13. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Mirran sighed. "I felt more at home with the Jedi....they were more family to me than my family was." The Mirralukan guide they were with paused. "Here is the study of the librarian....she does not have a name....she did at one time but she goes by the name Librarian. If you can survive her tests then you will receive the object you desire." Mirran entered the room, it looked empty. There were several holocrons all over the room but not a glance of any person in the room. Mirran was sorely tempted to access the holocrons but if this was a test....she better not touch any of the holocrons in the room.
  14. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria sighed, nodding in understanding. There wasn't much she could do for Mirran. All she could do was be there, supporting her on her own journey. That seemed like a better idea at the time. "Well Mirran, I know what it feels like to be an outsider. The Jedi made me feel that way, too. Look, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I know what it feels like to be alone. I just hope that you're all right. It's all I'm worried about." It felt so good to say how she felt and still feel the light side within her grasp. The Jedi were wrong. Sometimes emotions made one feel better, and she certainly felt that way even now.
  15. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Mirran paused. "Because I don't know how my people will react to me. I think they will accept you more than they will me. You're an outsider but me, these are my people and I get the feeling I am being judged at a more stringent level than you are. Perhaps I am wrong. But I just feel like...well.. their vision and sight is all over me. My parents were exiled from here and I am their daughter. It doesn't seem fair...but I am straddled with my parent's exile. I am a daughter of exiles. It is a stigma that I am burdened with...even now." Mirran's shoulders slumped and she walked on quietly. If she could have cried, she would have. Mirran walked back into the library. Despite Thuria being around. Mirran felt very alone.
  16. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria looked at Mirran with concern in her eyes, but also understanding. Still, she thought she'd ask the one question that might help her old Padawan out, if she could. Maybe she was pushing her luck. "What do you want to do? Dark streak, light streak... what difference does it make? We're all flawed individuals, Mirran, some of us more than others. I'm not going to force you to choose a side. That would be wrong of me and unfair to you. Just do what your heart tells you to do. We'll go from there."
  17. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Lorrash bowed and said quietly. "Follow me..." Lorrash turned and walked off towards the library they had previously had gone to. Mirran sighed and said quietly to Thuria. "We may have to fight this librarian...and her disciple. He's about as illusive as...well.....these are my people. They are not exactly light and not exactly dark. We prefer the Light side of the Force over the Dark and I know the Luka Sene will hunt people who have turned to the Dark Side and try and convince them to be more.... lightside. I haven't exactly been...well I guess you could say I have a bit of a dark streak within me...still...this test....I will probably fail it. I am not inclined to be what I use to be. My vision is...well it's changed a lot since you last saw me."
  18. Work and house hunting is taking up my time - so no, i am not dead just yet lol.

  19. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria raised an eyebrow, suspiciously. Even though she was away from the Jedi Temple, she had to keep her guard up towards anything that looked suspicious. This Lorrash was suspicious, but at least she could rely on Mirran to help her out with these... tests. She turned to Lorrash, telling him, "Mirran and I will take this test of hers. If only to get what information we want from her. But I am not letting Mirran take this test alone. That's for sure." She meant those words, but had to wonder if she was turning into a Grey Jedi. A Jedi normally wouldn't gain anything for themselves. But for a Grey Jedi... that was a different story entirely. At least, she was starting to feel more like herself now. That's what counted.
  20. A Pilgrimage Home...

    The Miralukan said calmly. "My name is Lorrash Korran by the way. You want an answer then you shall have to come with me to see the master librarian, only she can admit someone to the holocrons we keep. I am only her student and I was told to test any that came to seek her out. You think my tests are....a waste of time, then you haven't met her. You really want to face her then fine...go ahead." Mirran sighed. "Finally, some progress. Look, whatever your idea of testing is.... I think I'll take her testing rather than yours for once. At least it gets us closer to our goal." Lorrash shook his head. "As you wish...don't say I didn't warn you..."
  21. A Pilgrimage Home...

    Thuria nearly felt doubt clouding her mind. However, she looked at Mirran, realizing that Mirran had wisdom enough to solve this puzzle. It gave Thuria hope. She turned to the Miralukan, admitting freely, "Look, how many more tests or trials do we have to go through, before we get past this obstacle? I'm honestly tired of tests and trials, but I think Mirran is capable of solving this one, too. Yes, it's fragile right now because me and her just reunited. Of course, it takes time to a friendship to blossom again. Everything takes time. Without time, where would we be? You can't expect something to rebuild overnight. Give us both a chance, before you judge us. Please?"
  22. A Pilgrimage Home...

    The Miralukan shook his head. "You lack trust. Trust. Why do you trust Mirran? And why does she trust you? I have been...well, looking for her and it seems that what trust you both have is fragile at best." Mirran sighed. "You know I am beginning to think this is a fruitless endeavor. This man is playing games with us. Toying with us and the question is why?" The man nodded. "A highly sought item is not worth anything without risk or trial. You should know that, both of you." Mirran then stated. 'If this is a test or a trial...then what must we do to pass it. You said we failed...so how do we overcome what obstacle to pass?"
  23. Wild Child of the Force....

    Mirran heard someone enter the cantina. Mirran took a brief glance of them in the Force to see if they were a threat of any sort. Mirran judging there was not went back to her drink although that could change. The last time Mirran had had any sort of foray with alcohol it had ended with her being assaulted. Not this time, Mirran vowed. If anyone touched her inappropriately, they would suffer. Mirran wasn't so naive anymore that she would allow such a thing. Mirran heard the same woman asking for Corellian Ale. Mirran wondered what brought the woman here. Most people drank to forget problems and issues. Mirran was drinking to scorn her Jedi path. Mirran chuckled lightly, she was being rebellious in nature.
  24. I really need to stop getting busy with real life stuff one after another.

  25. Wild Child of the Force....

    Alliance, shmaliance. Kai honestly did not care for the concept. If anyone actually did, it was probably for selfish reasons. Power. Ambition. Personal gain. Whatever. This masterless apprentice certainly did not feel the need to care? Sighing, she shoved her way past a helmeted bouncer that smelled faintly of a ....Duros persuasion? Brief gleam of green skin beneath the helmet confirmed the young woman's suspicions as she pushed on inside, hoping to find something inspiring to quench her thirst. This random cantina on Nirauan was as good as any watering hole she had ever come across. And as long as they took her money, what did it matter? Kai's hand slid down to her utility belt, fingertips skimming across the cylinder on her right hip. Her distinct skin color and contrasting ivory tattoo patterns underneath the eyes and cheekbones were already drawing curious glances. As long as that is all they were, Kai Tsintah would behave herself, focusing on self control above all other things. So Jedi-like in her persuasion. So deceptive in demeanor - especially to those who would wish her ill. Clearing the entrance and foyer, Kai immediately sought out the bar counter, her objectives clear. Drink. Relax. Enjoy. If anyone was to get in the midst of that.... well, she would just have to teach them about respect and tolerance. All those Jedi-venerated concepts. She felt bile rise up in her throat just as she closed the distance to the person that was about to make her evening. Swift movements of flawless, innate agility guided her toward a semi-empty spot at the wooden ledge lined with glasses of various persuasion. "Corellian ale, or equivalent." Sliding forth a credit chit, Kai stole a quick, furtive glance to her immediate neighbors. Fat Sullustan on the left, blind girl on the right. Nothing overly threatening or equally inspiring. Leaning onto the counter, Kai waited patiently for her order to arrive....
  26. I am not dead.

    1. Darth Verrin

      Darth Verrin

      Good to hear, Miss Tsintah... good to hear...  :)

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