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Sal paused in her tracks and spun on her heels to face the grand admiral, her cheeks invading her ice blue eyes as a charmed, and humored smile took hold of her expressions. " Well....actually" she stared, raising her hand to her brow. " I would say there are more than a few with all the grains of sands on tattooine up their..." The Kiffar caught herself and blushed again. " Some are quite a piece of work..." she finished flatly, Tyrell was a grown up, he could very well finish the phrase himself.

" Were a pretty diverse bunch really" she started again, idly casting a force powered flash of light into some of the rooms as the slowly walked by, taking the few seconds to take quick note of the interior for anything worth looking at.

" I like to think sometimes that I'm the average...most of us are just people...I grew up in the order like most of do. Came to them when I was 2, tried to escape about 50 times while in my teens...My Master at the time was NOT pleased. She was fun once upon a time, then she became...well... alot like this glacier. I had her running all over the temple at 3am looking for me, sometimes we would visit the temple on Coruscant and I would slip into the undercity for days. " Sal laughed as she paused putting her back against one of the walls and just taking a deep cleansing breath.

" I was learning in my own right. I was always a hands on sort. to be around people and understand them...a big reason I fell into anthropology as a passion, battle field recreations became my main area of experience...The ancient battles against the Bogan on Tython...I could tell you exactly were the Bogan and Ashla commanders went to empty their bladders before battle if need be. It kept me away from the order for along long time. I only came back when I heard my master was becoming..."

Sal paused, unsure if she should finish her words, but something in her gut told her she was safe. " When she became Grand Master. Naturally that means I came back in time for this" she stated with a slight shake of her head. her violet and platinum braids swaying with the motion.

" I guess it's fair though, If she knew I was here with one of the most wanted people in all of Republic space, unarmed and alone with the exception of the workers... ooooh she would be having a heart attack. "
the kiffar looked down at her feet and let out another slight chuckle. " I always said I would make a horrid hostage anyway, I talk to much and would rather spend my time playing games with my captors than being defiant and scared...well.. then I was always told that the Hutts would have me stripped to my tattoos and made to dance or perform with other slave girls in lewd ways while wading in a pool of blood of the vanquished, and or booze.... too be honest were I in a pool of booze, wading in it would be the last thing I would be doing. "
 

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Tyrell smiled again- this was certainly not the typical Jedi. Although she was (according to Hutt intel) out of her twenties, she had a youth that Tyrell never had... A playfulness that had been conditioned out in childhood. He longed to be able to joke as well as Sal, to contemplate teasing the Hutt who was not only responsible for his birth, but for his growth and his continued prosperity. He imagined a Jedi's teacher was similar to Tusa in that respect- to be idolized, followed without question... Not that Tyrell frequently disagreed with his Emperor.

"Rest assured, Miss Q-... Sal, that the Empire isn't nearly as cruel and merciless as the Republic would have you believe. The security force is much more for my protection than it is your capture- we have methods of containing Jedi that don't put one of the leading Grand Admirals at risk." He decided to play along as best as he could-

"Though I guess it's a little paranoid. A peace mission usually doesn't have this much firepower, does it?" He smiled, shrugging lightly.
 

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Sal arched her brow as she noted his weapon and nodded her head, though her smile only broadened. " It's the hostile spiders" she noted again, her voice pitching up slightly as she suppressed a laughter. "... or perhaps fears that I capture you, and make you wrestle in highly sugary snack foods and cut him out of the profit made in the holo-on-demand fees" The kiffar paused for a long moment, her jaw tipped as if to give her joke a moment of seriousness. Not that she would even attempt to do anything to endanger anyone here. She admitted that many of the order will be upset that she never tried to capitalize on this opportunity. Sal- however was however honourable and had never even allowed that thought to cross her mind.

Shaking her head the younger master pushed herself from the wall and paced to the center of the corridor. her light blue eyes bright like a child's locked in a toy store over night. Her mind raced as she tried to take pieces of the visions the stone seating of the theater had given her, and relate them to her current situations. " Anyway bug-slayer " she teased, again referencing the Grand Admirals dislike of Spiders. " If memory serves right, that opening behind you should lead to another room...sort of like a library, or storage of sorts. "
 

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Tyrell smiled, nodded, and turned to the door she indicated, waving his light across the doorway in a futile attempt to understand their markings. This was entirely out of his league- it was rare that a naval commander had to specialize in archeology... Though learning to speak a dead language would be great addition to the fledgeling Hutt Battle Language, which was thus far rooted deeply in Rodese. He did his best to force the thought of work from his mind and pushed on the door. It was stuck. He pushed harder, feeling the door hardly give way- in the thousands of years it had warped and locked. He took a step back, raising his hand to Sal.

"One moment." Tyrell leveled the rifle and fired, blasting the door's lock and flinging it open, exposing the dark library. He waited the long, painful seconds it took for the echoing if the blaster's screech to fade before stepping in the room, pointing his light at the ceiling to get a low, ambient light to fill the area.

"The room seems to be safe... You're the smart one, maybe you'll know what to look for."
 

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Sal cringed as the door was met with firepower. Not the most subtle, or artifact friendly approach. Granted she was unable to sit and take a catalog of the door and mark every detail of it's construction before demolishing it or it's locking mechanics. Though in her mind the Kiffar had to smile as she took the moment to feel like a bad girl, the intrepid explorer seeking artifacts and treasures like some holo vid heroine.

Saying nothing she slipped into the room, using long side steps. The clicking of her boots on the stone were the only sounds for long moments as she held her breath. It was much darker in here, and the pressure of thousands of years of undisturbed air made it hard for light to penetrate the deeper corners. The Room was much as she had seen in her shared memories from before.

Rows of shelves, and slots for scrolls lined the walls going nearly 3 meters up to the ceiling, 8 rows lined the center of the room broken only by a few gaps one would have seen places to sit on padding. It was different than the vision however. She had seen the room briefly as it was in it's prime. Now it looked as though a band of bull bantha had been locked in here. Many of the cases were on their sides, some shattered and starting to decay. Much of the contents the shelves once held was long removed or broken down, leaving only a dust where they had come to rest on the stone floor.
 

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Tyrell was again not the ginger one of the two- he calmly followed her in and rested his light against one of the decaying seats, moving to shuffle through the bookshelves. Archaic data storage units littered the area, their ports long forgotten to the galaxy. Scrolls that threatened to crumble under his gentle touch were ignored in favor of an unidentified object that Tyrell hefted in his palm. Seems to be decorative- I don't recognize the style.

Jaka looked up to Sal, showing her the orb.

"I don't know the design. Could it be possible this civilization evolved independently of the Republic?"
 

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Sal nodded as she looked about, examining the different piled of debris with the toe of her boot. " I dare say this has to predate the republic by a few thousand years." she stated " Give or take naturally."

Her breath finally escaped in a rush of jubilant glee. The Kiffar master had been unaware that she was holding it for so long, overcome with the excitement of this find. It took her little time before she was on her knees rummaging through the decaying piles of paper and wood, hoping to find something worth salvaging.

" we're lucky,"
she exclaimed " the cold temperatures must have kept the microbes from feeding on all this at a high rate...we could very well find something wor....." Sal's words fell short as she pulled a sealed tube from under a pile of collapsed shelves. The semi transparency of the tube letting just enough light in to make out the shape of what appeared to be a scroll rolled tightly and bound inside.
 
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