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[Alhazred]

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Whatever Alhazred had been expecting, it wasn't this. He had half-expected something similar to the hallway, with the ghosts of aeons past wanting their just due, or perhaps a wailing of anguish or torment aimed at him or the group. But this...this was different. Powerful emotions, that was to be expected, but

As a student and scholar of the Force, Alhazred wasn't sure if this qualified as 'wrong' or not. Unnatural? Perhaps. It wasn't exactly normal for spirits to remain in one place for so long, but then again, this wasn't any normal place in the galaxy, nor was this a normal situation. Who knew how the Force worked here? And who knew what had been done to accomplish whatever effect this room had?

Sadly, Alhazred didn't fully understand the languages spoken by the hologram . Binary, the language of droids, was impossibly complex for the tech-ignorant species, and his ancient Sith was more than just rusty. True, he somewhat understood the ancient Tionese now, but only slightly, thanks to the telepathy from earlier.

"At least it isn't hostile" Alhazred said looking back at the group, gesturing them to approach. Already, the Tin-Tin Dwarf was asking the hologram questions.

With no hope of understanding what was being spoken by the hologram, the Nu-Vaal focused on the Force instead. Perhaps, there was something to be gleaned by these spirits? The others, no doubt, would ask the 'Guildmaster' questions, but the raw emotions of the spirits needed to be addressed as well. Closing his eyes, Alhazred began to sift through the turbulant emotions, projecting his own thoughts into the Force, hoping to calm the ghosts down, if only a little.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai ignored the angry comment from his apprentice for now, he was far more interested in the cyborg. Noting the clothing himself at last, he too saw almost familiar clothing and insignia indicative of rank or some status. This one held some kind of office. He continued to feel that strange feeling reminiscent of a tomb, that Presence. And now as the squidface Jedi attempted some type of communication, he felt the others.

Multiple presences and all seemed to be looking at the group.

He didn't like it. He could feel the emotions all different and entwined, various feelings from anger to despair and more. And then he saw the cyborg seemingly light up, as a hologram took form. He suspected it spoke for the other spirits present in some way, a conduit maybe. Or possessed. A way to communicate, but still he couldn't help but offer a minor chuckle at the Jedi comment about no harm. They did something unfriendly he would act regardless what the Jedi thought.

He recognised at least one of the languages being used, his native tongue. Sith.

He listened as the cyborg named itself as Guildmaster Ravnic, and Tina shouted out about the Law being stable. As he was thinking upon just what was meant by the Great Gate and Old World. And it opening again, suggesting his even had happened before. Which made him think what happened then and where were they. Besides he wasn't entirely sure what connecting entailed and if that was wise.

He asked his own questions at the prompts "What is the Great Gate? And the Old World? What happened the last time the Great Gate was opened? What will happen if we establish this connection?"

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

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Caerllion could feel the cold in the room, followed by a turmoil of dark feelings. The Annfyn was sure that there was something there with them. The tentacle-faced Jedi was right, there were spirits in this place and they were very angry. He wondered if they would try to possess them, since it seemed to be the type of thing that angry spirits liked to do.

However, they had more things to do than wait for the spirits to decide to do something. The Guildmaster, a cyborg, appeared in a hologram and offered to answer their questions. Caerllion stared while the others asked questions. Trodai asked some that were very relevant.

He could only wait for an answer, while paying attention to any change in the Force.

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[Nye]

Team Professor — Binary yes. That was something that Nye didn't need help understanding. Binary was drilled into him by Father from a very young age and uses it extensively. Even in this place, Nye can understand this Guildmaster character clearly.

At this time, Nye had nothing to ask it that others didn't already. Re-establishing the connection would be the move to make.

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[Kyssiara Serket]

Already exhausted from her earlier failure to control the telepathic connection with Ra'sa'd, the waves of emotion radiating through the room hit Kyssiara even harder that she would've expected of lingering spirits. The pain in her head worsened while the Pureblood closed her eyes to focus. Rather than ask the hologram emerging from the cyborg skeleton's skull any further questions, especially since her master seemed to have that covered, the girl focused on drawing the Force around herself to reinforce her unstable mental barriers.

While making sure to shield her own mind, Kyssiara also tried to reach out through the Force into the sea of spirits and their emotion. What she was searching for, the acolyte couldn't really say; more clues, impressions, anything that might tell her more about what was happening than the raw emotions expressed by whatever was lingering in the room.

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[Theia Durand]

The figure remained as it was, never moving as she removed the cords but she nearly jumped as binary burst through the speakers and the eye light glowed brighter. She took a few steps back away from the figure, uncertain what to expect to it. The weariness remained, and even more so as the Force rippled with an array of emotions. Theia had to physically brace herself to keep herself anchored as she was washed with the unknown source in the Force. It wasn't anything liked she felt before and Theia glanced to her fellow Knights, Kaedan and Alhazred to discern what she should be doing.

However, she would hear multiple languages play at once, almost creating a dialect within the binary as she listened carefully to the voice, but also to the Force for any changes. It spoke of the Guild and what it referenced as the Great Gate. The girl's face contorted in confusion as others spoke up; Rina announced the gate was the Maw and Theia had to do a double take, but then again, it would make sense as to how they got here.

She waited to hear for it to answer about keeping this connection stable. Like the others, getting back to their galaxy was of most importance. Hopefully before anything odd happens with this inconsistency in the Force.

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[Azathoth]

You need to be less cryptic, She snapped at her incoporeal, invisible friend. For the love of Christ would it kill you spirits to just for once be straightforward when you answer a question?

Azathoth’s mask of relative passive niceness and indifference was slipping faster than she would have assumed. Everyone else may have been content to figure things out in piecemeal bites like toddlers getting their snacky, but she wanted something more substantial.

The flurry and flood of emotions bombarding her skull were also not helpful.

The robot Guildmaster person.. Thing was not what she had expected, though, Aza had no clue what she was expecting from this place. More words spoken like riddles, she supposed, should not have been that surprising.

What is the guild? She asked, her tone less sharp than before. Aza figured it would likely behoove her not to alienate the one fount of information she - and importantly, only she - had access to.

I get the feeling the Great Gate is something that should remain closed.

Aza was lost in the sauce at this point, not bothering to voice her thoughts to the real people around her, but instead focused entirely on the spirit that was hiding its presence within her. If it had something important to say, it damn well better say it soon.

She didn’t like where any of this was heading.

 

[Kaedan]

Kaedan marveled at the feelings of the force he had. This place, just like many in their galaxy, had strong connections to the force and that was somewhat fascinating. Even beyond the maw, the force was strong. Even though there was a spectrum between light and dark, Kaedan understood that not everything was rooted in the light and even things rooted in the dark could be beautiful and peaceful. It was using the dark to corrupt the light that brought problems.

He felt a series of emotions but he didn't quite understand why. Eventually there was a voice, it would appear the guild master left this hologram of himself to answer any who came to this place after he was gone. "Who are the people here beyond the maw and how did they get here? Did they travel from the galaxy beyond and was here for millennia or are they from somewhere else?"
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[The Gatekeeper]

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Indeed, the readouts from the systems did confirm that the Maw appeared to stable in a way that it hadn't been for many, many years. Across the consoles, several of them were shining with bright red lines of text interspaced with green lights. There were, in fact, many lights that had been red when they first entered that we now registering as green as more functionality was returned to the control centre of the station.

A white light blinked incessantly on one console in particular, a message in binary flashing on the screen repeatedly.

*Incoming Ship Communication*​

In front of the command throne, the hologram flickered ever so slightly in place as it assessed the words spoken in silence. After Trodai spoke, there was a moment of prolonged silence where the hologram awaited further input before responding to the keywords it recognised. This, was, however, stopped as it processed the line of questioning from Kaedan as well. The processing power of the ancient-style hologram was clearly not up to scratch, even if the hologram itself was programmed well.

"The Great Gate was known as The Maw in the Old World. The Old World was the term given to the Galaxy that the first travellers came here from. The Guild was established by those who came over to monitor and maintain connection between the Stygian Reaches and the Old World."

There was a moment of silence as the hologram flickered in place - it would take them all only a second to realise that it was lagging in place slightly before it spoke again.

"If a stable connection is established, a guiding signal will be transmitted through the Great Gate and this will allow the use of hyperspace travel through the Great Gate. This functions by mapping the chaos of the gate faster than any living being could possibly hope to - allowing for the route to change in real time with the changes in the gate to ensure safe passage. Those who live within the Reaches are a mixture of descendants of these original travellers and local species."

Another pause.

"If you wish to engage the signal, you will have to activate it within this control room. It is partially mechanical in nature so you will need to engage all functions through the buttons currently flashing green. Once this has been achieved; a Force Sensitive will need to take the throne - prior training is not required, knowledge will be provided."

There was a sense of excitement and urgency in the air as emotions seemed to run thick in the Force, thick enough to almost be transferred onto those who could feel them. All of the Force Sensitives listening to the Force would feel it; would feel the way that each and every spirit within the collective seemed to swell at the very idea of one of them taking the throne.

[KNOWLEDGE THROUGH UNITY]​

The phrase would ring through the minds of the assembled Sith and Jedi, more than just a feeling but a phrase spoken with utter conviction and faith, as though it were some kind of religiously significant quote from a scripture that none of them had read.

"It is vital that the power be routed to the emitters first - then the focusing array should be moved into place. If this is done in the incorrect order, the consequences could be dire."

Meanwhile, Azathoth's ghostly ally spoke directly into her mind in those same, loving, whispers as before. Speaking secrets that only the dead could know directly into her mind. She would have her answers but no one else would, unless she chose to share them. Still, there was a general sense of unease and mistrust in the air surrounding the Sith champion, but it was an almost perfect match for her own presence in the Force.

The Professor muttered to himself as he took notes on his datapad, having moved closer to the hologram and the throne to try and puzzle it out. The Doctor, meanwhile, rubbed at his beard as he nudged the throne with the toe of his boot.

"The theory seems... sound?" he raised an eyebrow slightly, "Chiss travel through hyperspace in similar ways when we are close to our home systems. Force Sensitivity is key in our navigators and works together with the technology for the best results. This might... no... this IS likely our only way home but it will open the gate and... Guildmaster! Can the Gate be closed again once the connection is established?"

There was a pause before the answer came out as a flat, emotionless, declaration that was supported by a sense of despair and disappointment through the Force that it had even been asked in the first place.

"No."

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion heard the questions being answered by the hologram, paying close attention to what was being said. The ability to travel through Galaxies was interesting and apparently the Purebloods had learned that thousands of years ago. However, what was attracting the Annfyn’s attention was the throne itself.

He could feel how it was covered with the Force, oozing it like blood from a wound. The closest thing that matched it in Caerllion's opinion was a kyber crystal that had been bleed by a Sith. However, he couldn’t understand how the machine worked. And it was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

Because he was more interested in how the throne vibrated in the Force, seeming to whisper about secrets and knowledge that was gained in the past. He immediately remembered the visions that he had early. Dark siders fighting against each other with powers long lost.

However, he still needed to think about the fact that connection between this place and the rest of the Galaxy couldn't be closed. "Unless we want to stay here forever, we will need to do that." he said, trying to make the others see that it was the only way os escaping.

“I could take the throne.” he said to everyone to hear, walking slowly toward it. “I’m the highest ranking Dark Sider here. I believe that I can handle it better than the others.” Caerllion also doubted that the Jedi would want to open themselves to a possible source of corruption.

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[Kaala]

Kaala's binary wasn't good enough for her to understand the hologram's words, but she got the gist of it: activate a thing that would allow them to jump back home through hyperspace. Seeing as she wasn't a Force-sensitive, her ability to do anything was limited. Pulling off her helmet, she frowned as the voice said something else. They…wouldn't be able to close the lane? Didn't seem too bad.
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[Alhazred]

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Knowledge through Unity...

What an apt choice of feeling Alhazred felt. These spirits, while many, were certainly mostly unified in their own emotions. This place definitely warranted further study.

Alhazred's eyes widened. A surge of indescribable sensations ran through his entire body. Every fiber of his being was dipping itself into the Force, if only for a few miniscule moments. For a fraction of a time, both he and the Force were on the same wavelengths. His song was perfectly in tune with the Force's music. While his body was still there, his mind, if only for a fraction of a moment, was everywhere else

Words began to pulse in the mind, throbbing over and over...

Knowledge....

Trapped...

Visions began to form and interflow with each other; a watercolor oil painting running rampant and unrestrained. Unstable black holes warping and wobbling uneasy....a great monster rising and falling....a throne, breathing and whispering and muttering and hissing...numerous corpses, worn and rotted down by aeons of time... a giftbox, bearing a puzzle cube, with death on all sides, but a core of infinite pulsating wisdom at the center... grand vistas of emptiness....piles and piles of books and datapads and articles and ancient scrolls...

Fragile....

Warpage...

Feelings of wonder and excitement intertwined and with doom and forlorn despondence. A song of death and knowledge. Sanity, a frail but pure little thing, balancing tentatively over a abyssal pit of oozing, morphing, and most noticeably, corrupting madness, eager for a potential slip of something...

Temptation...

Danger...

The words pulsated louder and louder. In realms of both the physical and the immaterial, Alhazred covered his ears and stepped backwards. Shutting his eyes tightly, Alhazred tried to block off the vision from overwhelming him completely. But even with shut eyes and covered ears, the Force did not silence itself. It silenced for no one.

But it did become clearer, if only slightly.

Stay, and all would die from time. Take the throne, and risk corruption on a scale great and terrible. Only the scholars of the highest order and calibur could come through untainted, for knowledge needed to be its own reward. Anything other than that risked something great and terrible...

The visions began to fade.

"No!" Alhazred shouted suddenly, not aware of his own voice calling out in reality. He stumbled forward, grasping at air, trying his best to keep hold of the vision before it completely faded. He had never been so close to the Infinite before. Never had he dwelled in the realms of the unattained knowledge.

Then it was gone.

Alhazred remained awestruck, even as the others no doubt looked at him in confusion. For everyone in his group, he probably appeared like a madman more than ever.

Alhazred's eyes caught movement. One of the others were making for the throne.

Alhazred ran forward and tried to block off the man before he got to the throne. "Give pause one moment... Did you just say you court the dark? Would that not make you closer aligned to the sinful and alluring nature of the dark? And this....thing....it is potentially more corrupting to anyone who worships power with knowledge at the altar."

Alhazred looked around. No doubt his action seemed random and wild.

"Bear with my process of thought. I am a student of the Force, and nothing more. Ask my colleagues if you must, or even note my lack of weapon on my side. I am a scholar, not a fighter. I studied at Yag'Dhul until my sensitivity was discovered. When the Jedi split into crusaders and traditionalists, I remained rooted in tradition. 'Knowledge and Defense' is supposed to be the Jedi's creed, and knowledge is my calling above all, as is every Nu-Vaal's."

Alhazred knew his argument was weak. If the darksiders wanted to, they could probably take the throne easily. He didn't know much about the Darkside, but he was taught they valued power above all things.

"Here..." Alhazred stated. He slipped the DX container from his back and held it to the man as an offering, trembling slightly at the thought of what he was doing.

"My progeny, carved from my flesh and spawn of my mind. Let me take the chair. If it begins to corrupt me in any visible way, you have something that can hold me back. If you know a parent's love for her young, then you know my love for my spawn.

"And after all is said and done..." Alhazred added "If knowledge is truly your goal, then I will help fulfill that goal. I will gladly share everything I glean from the chair in exchange for my young's safety. With everyone here. Nothing will be restrained from my mind. Even if you must commit some dark sided atrocity to search my mind. And if something corrupts me into willing to see my own young dead, or if I should try to break the vow I set before you here afterwards, you will be able to slay me with your more battle hardened group. Look! I have no weapon even! All I have is the Force! And when we were attacked, the others can attest that I only tried to restrain the enemy, not kill them, as dead as they already were!"

Alhazred held the DX container forward, waiting. Inside the tumor-esque spawn shook and pressed itself against the glass of Alhazred's webbed hands.

"Is this acceptable? I will take the risk, and gladly share the rewards with everyone? If you are a Force sensative, search my feelings, and know my intent is pure and true."

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

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Trodai observed and listened as the holographic Guildmaster Ravnic answered his questions or as many as possible and shed some clarity to the situation. Or as much as he seemed willing too. He found it interesting, especially the fact that the Great Gate was actually the Maw and seemed to act as some kind of large hypergate of some sort. He recalled hearing tales of such things only in stories. And yet there was some caution when he heard once opened it could not be closed which meant something could potentially get out.

As the door remained open.

But it appeared to be the only way back, a risk they had to take. But first someone needed to take the throne while others synchronised the sequence in the right order as they had been told. Seeing Caerllion step up, he allowed him. Knowing what he said made sense, a Sith Master was more likely to resist whatever corruption might occur. And he trusted he was capable. The moment was interrupted however by the annoying doomsayer. The squidface like Jedi he had previously encountered producing some kind of monologue half of which he elected to ignore.

He almost chuckled at the proposal. It did earn a little respect, that he was willing to take such a big risk and trust his enemy with the life of his young. Bold but foolish he thought, afterall there really was nothing to stop them he thought from keeping the spawn once he was on the throne and taking the knowledge anyways. He let Caerllion decide how to handle this, and back him up if needed.

He looked to his apprentice, seeing she appeared now to be ok. Moving over to her, he spoke. He decided it was good a time as any to get her input on the situation.

"What are your thoughts on this my apprentice?" he continued "Keep an eye on the squidface Jedi. The doomsayer. Alhazred as he told me once in a past meeting. Let's see what Master Cynfos does, the Jedi attacks or breaks this...attempted arrangement if it's accepted at any point we ensure he joins the tomb raider and all others left to rot here."

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[Nye]

Team Professor — When the ship tried communicating to where they are at, Nye would spring into action and see what he could do to stablize the connection so both the ship and the team here can see and here.

Nye would however struggle with working with this old tech. It would take a few minutes, and then while doing so, he would listen and occasionally look back as the questions posed by his temporary colleagues are being answered. The most notable part in that establishing the connection to this 'old world', a force sensitive would need to be placed on the throne. That elf-Sith spoke up, boasting about him being most powerful in the Dark Side here. He wondered if that really would be a good idea.

Now focusing on the task at hand, Nye would then hit the final button needed to establish connection to the Wildcard. "Eureka" he muttered.

Then the screen would give visual of the bridge of the Wildcard. But something was wrong. The visual feed was a very super tight zoom of the birb captain. Figuring it be no big deal, Nye would then speak. "Captain Outcard. Come in" No response. "Captain Outcard come in." Nye would get impatient. "Hello Wildcard?" it was clear that there was no audio. From either side.

An agitated Nye would try to fix this problem on the terminal. "Blast this old obsolete tech. Why is nothing working?" he would mutter to himself as he would try to figure this out.

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[Rina Oziaf]

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As the other members of the group stood around discussing the revelations that the hologram had provided, Rina worked through the dusty readouts and control panels which ringed the huge space, standing on tiptoe to reach some of them. The systems were of an utterly archaic design; the first iterations of technology which in Rina's day would come to be a proven, established bedrock for the sorts of things that needed to work no matter what.

In short, industrial equipment. The exact sorts of interfaces Rina had experience with, minus the occasional language barrier and odd measurements. But, like binary, it was all just math. Without consciously thinking of what she was doing, Rina began solving that math; one by one, the steps of the sequence were completed as the others argued, red indicators turning green around the room. As Rina threw a huge knife switch, the dials on what looked like a superannuated navicomputer let up and swung their needles into the green, a rising hum briefly filling the chamber until it faded out of hearing.

The button the hologram had indicated glowed green. There was only one step now between the button being pressed and full signal activation. Rina, standing back from the computer, looked at the other Force users.

"Does it matter if it doesn't close?"

Rina turned toward the command throne and its grisly occupant; she made to cross her arms as she did, but her useless arm dangled limply, refusing to even twitch. Frowning, she settled for holding her dead upper arm, and shook her head.

"The gate we have to pass through comes out in the middle of the Akkadese Maelstrom. If we're worried about something following us back, I can think of less defensible choke points, and I'm not even military. Meanwhile, I want to go home."

She looked back at the others over her shoulder.

"Anyway, you don't seem to trust each-other, but we need someone who can use this 'Force' thing to do... whatever that throne does. Well, half of you are Sith, half of you are Jedi..."

Rina seemed to be psyching herself up to say something, but after a long pause, appeared to be losing her nerve. At the last moment, however, she looked back up at the throne and seemed to steel herself.

"I'm neither, but I can apparently use the Force. If you all can't decide which one of you it should be... I'll do it."

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[Kyssiara Serket]

While the hologram answered the other's questions, Kyssiara focused on what was happening in the Force; the throne, with its last occupant still sitting atop it in a macabre display, caught her attention more than anything else. It seemed to vibrate with energy throughout the Force, radiating an aura of immense knowledge that the girl imagined could only be rivaled by combining all of the holocrons in the Academy library; including the restricted ones. It was tantalizing, amazing, dangerous. There was a reason droids and other computers existed: living beings could only hold so much information in their brains, and processing it was an even slower task. Kyssiara imagined lesser beings with no sensitivity to the Force might just die by sitting upon the Spire's throne.

It seemed to the Pureblood that Master Caerllion (@LouJoVi) had the same impressions about the nature of the chair, offering to use its power to guide them all back home. However, things quickly devolved into a competition to see who could volunteer the best reason to take the skeleton's position upon the throne. First a strange-looking alien with tentacles coming out of his face (@Narzen) gave an impassioned monologue, worse than even the acolyte's master, as to why he was uniquely suited for the task. He was followed by the much smaller Rina (@AutoFox) offering herself up as someone with no experience with either side of the Force.

Kyssiara noticed her master (@Akheron) shift over to ask her opinion on the proceedings, letting out a quiet sigh of relief that he only wanted that and not to volunteer her for the dangerous exploration task once again. "The throne is powerful, and brimmin' with knowledge." she began. "But that's precisely what makes it dangerous. Rina'd be overwhelmed by it, considerin' her lack of experience with the Force. Master Cyfnos can certainly handle it, but why risk anythin' when this 'Alharazed' guy offers to both take the risk and share what he learns with us?" the Pureblood asked rhetorically. "Let his foolish eagerness be to our advantage."

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[Cipher Four]

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___During the conversation, Four remained silent and maintained a wordless vigil over the exchange. The Cipher's ears flagged and twitched as she listened closely to the information, her gaze transfixing on the guildmaster as he declared the gate couldn't be closed. She scrutinised his movements, unaffected by the despair and disappointment Force users were affected by. She turned to face him more directly, taking a few steps forward.

___"You're lying," she stated with unwavering confidence. "I've seen fewer tells from a child who took the last cookie. As reasonable as the theory sounds, Professor, our good guildmaster here, has been very eloquent and verbose until now, and his answer to that question is one word? He doesn't have a story prepared to explain why it can't be closed, so he's conveniently leaving that out," she continued. Four readjusted her grip on her rifle and took another step forward.

___"Knowledge will be provided, but no training is necessary? It sounds like you intend to turn one of our people here into those shambling husks we encountered before," Four accused. "I get the feeling that 'knowledge' you speak of comes with a trip to your medical bay and free cybernetics?" she asked, her nose scrunching as she awaited his defence. She couldn't prove her theory more than anybody could disprove it, but knowledge without training in this situation seemed unbelievable. There was something more at work.

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[Theia Durand]

Theia listened closely to the Guildmaster as he spoke about the gate and the old world. It was all very fascinating, she would admit, but they couldn't stay here forever. Not with all the injured they had back on the Wildcard and the limited supplies they would have the longer they stayed in these reaches without any way of getting back to their known galaxy. She looked around, noting the green lit button, mild relief her impulses didn't win in pushing the button immediately. She didn't want to think of the catastrophic troubles it could have created if they didn't follow procedure.

There was an odd sensation though, faint, barely present, but it was there among herself, the living and the presence of...others? Spirits? Theia's senses reached out to touch the faint presence only to be the interrupted. The other spirits were stronger as she was met with emotion that washed through her when they were told the gate would be closed. Her eyes widened, the words echoed in her head, "He's lying." Theia spoke up as everyone started to bicker about who would sit on the throne.

Though when Knight Alhazred took something off his back, speaking about his progeny, Theia gagged as questions far from the maw, thrones and gates begun to sprout in her head. How long had he been carrying that thing? Did he give birth to it? What in all the Corellian hells was that?! She watched it with horror wiggle to the glass when he called it his spawn, her stomach contorted and before she could stop herself, she vomited. A technicolor of breakfast and smoothie from earlier splashed artfully across the floor near the two sith purebloods as they whispered to one another.

"OH HELL." She coughed and splurted, yelling to get their attention, "HE'S LYING ABOUT THE GATE." she spat on the ground, getting the remaining stomach contents out of her mouth. Theia just really wanted to go home, "Why do you want one of us to sit on the throne? Is it necessary to get through the gate? Because someone -something, with us got a little too excited when you said that." Theia waved her hand around indicating the unseen, her eyes narrowed as she ran her free palm across her mouth, and actively avoiding glances back to the tumor test tube child. She took in a deep breath, trying to replace the remaining visceral reminders of the creature with something more pleasant until her stomach calmed itself. Pictures of Rowan sitting on the throne popped into her mind and though she wanted to sit and daydream more about him, the spirits' presence were becoming a great and dire distraction.

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[Kaedan]

Kaedan listened to the answers of the guild master. It would appear that the people here were descendants of others who came from his galaxy. Judging by their language, their ancestors left before Galactic Basic became standardize, maybe even before its conception. Even if the travelers mixed with the locals, that would have been something to pass down in the event of something like the situation they were currently experiencing happened. Either way, things were the way they were.

As interesting as the information was, Kaedan was just about ready to head back to the galaxy he knew. If they could get the stable signal then it was possible to return. Though it would require a force sensitive to take the throne or so the hologram said.

Suddenly, he felt excited and an urgency try to take over him. Knowledge through Unity. What did that even mean? He held his head as he felt strangely. He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his mind. He felt less centered and there was a chill running down his spine. The events of everything around him dulled to nothingness as he zoned out momentarily.

He didn't realize the conversation about the throne was happening and his body jerked back with a jolt of surprise and temporary fright when Theia threw up. Was someone watching him from a realm he could not see in? He looked around to see if anything gave him answers on this feeling but nothing did.

After taking a quick breath, he stepped forward and placed a hand on Theia's shoulder. "Hey, you alright?"

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[Azathoth]

It was becoming increasingly obvious to Azathoth that she was surrounded by idiots - the Squidface Jedi chief among them. Not only did he seem almost painfully naive, his reasonings for taking the chair came across as nearly too desperate, too willing of a sacrifice.

It was very Sith-like, in a way. Offer up some sort of priceless collateral in exchange for access to - apparently - nearly limitless knowledge. Of course, Azathoth knew what would happen to the Squid the moment he sat upon that mechanized throne of figurative blood and bone. Her spirit friend had been very explicit about that.

But she would not tell him, no, she wouldn’t give him that knowledge. Azathoth would love nothing more than for another Jedi to fall, wither, and die to his hubris. Imagine thinking a foolish Jedi was strong enough to handle something like this. A smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as the Squirrel girl and the redhead started shouting.

The throne is the key to opening the gate, She said to Theia, her crimson eyes shining with thinly veiled ill intent. Of that much, I am certain. If you want to leave this place - like I and I’m sure the others do - let the Jedi take the seat.

Azathoth crossed over to Alhazred and took the container holding his progeny, nodding at him as she did so. I trust you will stick to your word, She said, slipping the container into her satchel. You are the best of us, I think. She lied effortlessly. Lead us out of here.

Azathoth’s gaze would flick to Trodai for just the slimmest of moments, a single thought passing from her mind to his - if he would allow it.

Trust.