Ancient Teachings

[Devrim Wolfe]

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Sitting in the Central Chamber of the Deep Stone Crypt, Devrim marveled at how quiet it was inside. Despite the whirling storm that raged constantly outside the mountain peak, the thickness of the walls silenced all indication of it. All that the Jedi Padawan could hear was the steady, warm crackling of the braziers that lit the chamber. It had been some time since the Crypt was rediscovered, though Devrim was still in shock that such a beautiful remnant of the Jedi Order was built in part by his own ancestor centuries ago. The sanctuary had been restored from its previous state of disrepair — the cave-ins were cleared in both the central hall as well as the Roost, which had been turned into a hangar bay once the massive draconic skeleton of Felwinter had been laid to rest. Even 10-NT, the medical droid caretaker of the Crypt, had been given brand new parts by Eisa Swan so he could continue his work.

Word of the Crypt had spread far and wide among the growing Jedi Order. Though Master Leah Reach and her padawans had discovered the sanctuary, its doors were open to the rest of the four Masters and their apprentices as well. The knowledge contained in the memory crystals of its archives rivaled that of a large library filled with shelves and shelves of books. Sitting on the stone rim that encircled a central brazier before the four solemn statues, Devrim held a large book open in his hands. Having cast aside his rebel trooper armour, he was now dressed in his new jet black Jedi robes — without any pieces of armour strapped on. At his side hung his bronze-hued lightsaber, which the Jedi was still getting used to carrying. Lastly, Devrim had taken an assortment of memory crystals from the archives and laid them out on the stone pedestal beside him.

But before he delved into lightsaber forms and the fundamentals of Telekinesis, he had decided to read a bit of the tome in his hands, Caladglær. The dark-haired man spoke aloud as he read the preface, his voice echoing off of the chamber walls to the great circular door at the far end. "...we must not blindly and hatefully seek for the blood of our enemies. The temptation of the Dark Side is strong, and it will even look to seduce you through your good intentions and upright heart." Nodding serenely as he meditated on the words he read, Devrim realized that it was good to understand the dangers that lay in the temptations of the Dark Side. He wondered how many had fallen under the rule of the Empire and the Sith, learning the corrupting ways of the Force simply because it was all they had ever known. Though the seated Jedi was no stranger to strife and difficulty growing up among the Rebellion, he was thankful nonetheless that it was not the Will of the Force for him to have been raised as a Sith.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

"Huh... nice place."

Castor was feeling a little bit out of place in such an obviously Jedi location but not as much as he would have done only a short time ago. Now that he had purged the Dark Side from his lightsabers, he felt as though an anchor to the Dark Side had been removed from him. It was still there, the tempting whispers, but he was gradually beginning to realise that those whispers to use the Dark Side were just part of being a being in tune with the Force.

The whispers and the promises would always be there - all that changed was what he actually did.

Whereas before he would have happily given into the whispers, now he was beyond that. He was now at the stage where he did what was right, what had always been in his heart and had yet been locked away behind the Dark Side. Which meant that he was able to step into the same central chamber as Devrim without the apprehension that had become second nature to him in visiting rebel and Jedi locations prior to his changing of his lightsabers.

He heard the words spoken by Devrim and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh you don't know the half of it." he half-joked as he approached, "It's nothing as overt as seduction. Seduction is easy to see - easy to combat. No, the Dark Side is infinitely patient. It is the sea that erodes the shoreline over decades, piece by piece... and I seem to have slipped into philosophising without introducing myself."

He had the good grace to be sheepish about it.

"Castor."

He offered Devrim a hand to shake.

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[Devrim Wolfe]

The seated Jedi Padawan turned his attention away from the ancient tome upon hearing the voice of a stranger. Devrim was not alarmed — word had gotten around enough that eventually, visitors other than his fellow Padawans would come to the sanctuary. The newcomer held Devrim's interest as he began explaining in rather excellent detail the temptation of the Dark Side. The broad-shouldered Jedi had a myriad of questions form in his mind, but he set them aside as the man before him interrupted himself for a proper introduction. Smiling amiably in return and closing Caladglær with his left hand, he firmly grasped Castor's outstretched hand in return. "Devrim Wolfe. You must be a Padawan of one of the other Jedi Masters. I'm afraid I've only met two — Leah Reach, my own teacher, and Master Blackwood."

Returning his hand to his side while remaining seated, Devrim looked curiously at Castor and continued the subject at hand. "You...speak of the Dark Side as though you're familiar with its tempting presence. I suppose I should consider myself fortunate that my awakening in the Force was relatively recent, as I haven't yet experienced what you describe." Unbeknownst to Devrim, the book he held in his very hand had further instructions and warnings for followers of the Light, though the Jedi had yet to read it.

An electronic whirring and tapping came from the amenities corridor of the Deep Stone Crypt, and Tennant came ambling into the central chamber with his brand new parts working flawlessly. "Ah, welcome!" he remarked pleasantly upon seeing a newcomer to the sanctuary. "If you'll excuse me, I dare say you resemble..." he trailed off, deciding not to finish the sentence. It had, after all, been more than 500 years since he'd last seen the founders of the Crypt. 10-NT waved a robotic hand dismissively. "If either of you have any needs, master Jedi, please do not hesitate to find me." Devrim nodded appreciatively and watched as the medical droid continued on his way.

"Have you had the chance to take a look at any of these yet?" Devrim queried, reaching over and picking up one of the azure hexagonal memory crystals laying beside him. "I've only opened a few, but I don't know a better way of teaching yourself the ways of the Force. The ones who imbued the memories and lessons are...truly remarkable," he finished, watching the fires of the braziers reflecting off the smooth crystal in his hand. Devrim looked back to Castor and offered it.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Another padawan he expected.

Another padawan of Leah? Well that was rather more unexpected. Leah Reach was his own Master all - he hadn't expected it to be an exclusive thing of course but this was the first time he had actually met one. Smiling a little bit, he squeeze the other man's hand lightly in the handshake.

"Oh no I'm much closer to home - could even say we are brothers of a kind." he joked lightly, "My Master is Leah Reach as well. She picked me up on Onderon awhile back and I've... well I'd hate to say I've been following her like a little lost puppy but... if the shoe fits, you know?"

And then the subject came back to his introduction. It was natural and he was in a good enough place, emotionally, that it didn't feel like a chore, a pain, to respond.

"Intimately." he replied quietly, shaking his head as he smiled ruefully, "The Dark Side is like an abusive partner - it leaves it's mark on you. Because deep down, despite all the pain, on some level? You love it. So yes, Devrim Wolfe, be glad you have avoided that path thus far!"

Thus far... because the Dark Side came for all in the end. If it took a day or a decade, the Dark Side would come knocking and it would find a way to worm it's way back into your life. Or into it for the first time. He blinked a little bit as Tennant approached, declared he resembled someone, and then just left it alone.

Castor pointed after Tennant.

"Um... any idea what that was about?"

Shaking his head a little bit, Castor sat down on the ground opposite Devrim. He hummed a little bit as he accepted one of the crystals. He turned it around in his hand.

"A memory crystal right?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at it, "Yeah they... they remind me of the holocrons some of the Masters had back in the academy. Only, you know, not black metal and seething anger. So... how do you use it?"

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[Fey Meraska]

The marbled floor of the Deep Stone Crypt was smooth and cold under Fey's bare feet. The pale blue woman was padding around the ancient tomes of the place quietly, humming just beneath her breath. She had decided to forego shoes to make less noise for the other students studying that may be around the open Crypt, and she really just enjoyed the freedom of bare feet. The days following their discovery of the Crypt had been spent in the reopening of the caverns to all of the Jedi Masters and corresponding padawans who wished to study, and Fey had spent literally every waking moment doing just that.

Currently, Fey was in the same archive room in which her kybers had sung to her, and was opening and inspecting the dusty drawers that speckled the hexagonal room. Every couple of feet, she would find something interesting within the drawers, and place it into a cloth satchel that hung on her arm. Her sack was relatively full of books, memory crystals, and other items she had found interesting.

The pantoran girl felt satisfied with her study materials for now, and exited the archive room to step lightly into the dark passageway which would empty into the main chamber. After following Master Reach to Ellora, and, under her care, constructing her paired sabers, which now hung with a reassuring weight upon her waist as she walked, Fey had never been more at passionate in her life. She had completely foregone her old rebel attire, trading it in for flowing robes of white and blue, brown leather trousers and top to fit.

The white-haired woman felt at ease in the Crypt, spending her days collecting knowledge of the force she had spent her life seeking. It was study, and it was perfectly up Fey's alley. The past few days she had been studying the fourth form of saber combat, as well as Jar'Kai, an ancient practice which also employed a dual-blade method.

Upon crossing into the dimly-lit main chamber, Fey could hear voices gently reverberate off of the walls. Upon walking closer, and passing a whirring 10-NT on the way, the pale blue woman recognized Devrim, but not the man sitting beside him. fey flashed both a goodnatured smile. "Hey, Dev!" Fey moved to sit adjacent from them, closer to Castor, and plopped down lightly with her sack of readings. "I don't believe we have met yet," The pantoran blinked at Castor, and offered him her hand to shake. "I'm Fey, I'm a padawan of Master Reach."
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[Eisa Swan]

A lighthearted Chuckling emanated throughout the winding halls and corridors of the secluded Jedi enclave, the rippling laughter that echoed through the halls, carrying a tone of amusement from deep within the meditation chambers that resided buried within hollowed out stone caverns within the secluded enclave. At its source was a young cyan haired teenager sat cross legged within the center of the meditation chamber, around her large stone spherical orbs floated mid air and orbited around the young teen's figure. her bright emerald eyes regarding the sight with awe and a degree of excitement. Although still a Padawan the young teenage girl had exuded an great raw potential strength within her connection to the Force, something that over the last few months in her movements whilst on compassionate leave she had been honing and focusing on her abilities.

It was over the past few weeks the young girl had been residing on Ellora, taking advantage of the quiet and the ability to be left on her own to practice in peace without too much distraction. Savareen has become a bustling hive of activity, Star Base although still considered a home to the teen in her capacity within Star Squadron she had been notably absent since the commencement of her leave period. Al'Doleem had been somewhat quiet, however following the events on Nar Shadda it had became a little bit to busy for the teen's current liking. Not being one of the more astute of learners the teen had struggled initially to grasp and harness her abilities based on recreating the directions within the memory crystals and scriptures, the young teen had much like her prowess with all things technological she learned better by just doing rather than studying words and enacting the written down directions.

It was within this strain of thought and learning the teen had surrounded herself with varying spherical orbs of rock that spiraled around her, the larger ones maintaining a constant orbit around the teen, whilst the smaller stone spheres orbited around the larger ones. Almost entirely mimicking a system within the galaxy, with the large planets encompassing the central point whilst the smaller ones buzzed around the larger stones like orbiting moons. Looking off towards her side the young teen focused her gaze on a small cluster that had started to slow down, reaching out a hand the teen stretched out through the Force and extended unseen tendrils of Force Energy towards the spherical objects. With a few light flicks of her fingers the teen had manipulated the path and movement of the large rock spheres as she guided their movements through the Force, changing the position whilst beckoning another smaller stone sphere to join the cluster she had been focusing on.

A wide grin crossing the teens features as she watched over the swirling rocks that had changed their overall appearance and movement's. "And like that the Tabor System becomes the Kinrah System" The teen spoke out cheerfully to herself as she observed the orbiting 'planets' that surrounded her. Letting out a satisfied sigh, the teen shifted the positioning of her hands to summon the boulders so they were floating in front of her, before a series of light finger twitches manipulated their positioning so the largest one was at the bottom with the smaller ones in decreasing size were arranged atop each other. Taking a deep breath the teen closed her eyes and concentrated on lowering the boulders back down onto the ground, starting with the largest one, and then placing the next one down and resting it atop the one beneath it.

After a few minutes had passed, the teen slowly opened her eyes to see the boulders were perfectly stacked and balanced atop off another. Having used the force to perfectly balance each one, the teen grinned lightly before she pushed herself onto her feet and made her way out of the meditation chamber, this time hoping that the resident droid doesn't knock the pile of rocks over again. It was not something she would like to happen once again in the dead of night! Stepping through the corridors the cyan haired teen made her way back over towards the archives. Although she had little to no intention of getting herself confused over some of the scriptures once again, especially without Leah about to talk her through and understand the more complex and vaguely worded of scriptures. There was perhaps a reason as to why the Force was guiding her to the Archives, then again it was unlikely it would direct her to the cantine or mess hall, that was often the territory of the teen's stomach and it's insatiable hunger.

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

Upon hearing that Castor was also a Padawan of Leah Reach, Devrim smirked and was taken aback. Of course, the Jedi Master had no obligation to tell any of her other students who she was training — but the dark-haired man hardly expected her to keep it a secret either. Then again, Devrim hadn't bothered to ask either. "Ah, forgive my ignorance then," he replied. "I have found her to be an excellent teacher — one of the best."

Hearing furthermore about Castor's relationship with the Dark Side, Devrim couldn't help but feel somewhat uneasy. Though it went without saying, this man had likely at one point been training to be a Sith. It was strange to think that the rebel Devrim used to be would have immediately gunned Castor down, regardless of redemption or return to the Light. However, he trusted Leah — and if she had faith that this man had truly turned from his dark path, then Devrim accepted Castor as a brother in the Force. With the brief appearance of the medical droid and just as sudden disappearance, the black-clad Jedi simply shrugged in ignorance. 10-NT was over 500 years old — he was bound to have some odd tendencies.

After handing the Padawan an azure memory crystal, Fey entered the central chamber and joined them. Giving her a pleasant smile and a nod to return the greeting, Devrim continued on to answer Castor's question once he and Fey had been introduced. "Well, they have memories — images, feelings and the like locked inside. One simply needs to reach out with the Force and open them. Here," Devrim continued, reaching out and touching the top of the crystal still in Castor's hands. As they were both holding it, they would both see the images that suddenly filled their minds as the Jedi unlocked it.

A man sat before them, clearly in the Deep Stone Crypt where they now sat 500 years later. Now it became apparent why Tennant had stated those strange words — the Jedi Master before them bore a strange resemblance to Castor. Perhaps it was simply the passage of time that had brought about such an occurrence. He opened his mouth and spoke, his words as clear as though Devrim and Castor were there at that moment. "Greetings, Jedi. I am Master Galahad Vult, one of the founders of this Crypt. It is the goal of Master Wolfe and myself to ensure the Jedi Order survives and flourishes, and as such I will teach you about the Force and its applications." The Jedi then stretched out a hand, creating a semi-transparent "wall" in front of him. "This is a Force Barrier, a form of Telekinesis that can be used to halt blasters, projectiles, and protect yourself and others from harm. The strength of this barrier is only equal to your own power — do not overexert yourself to stop a blow that is too much to bear."

Devrim withdrew his hand from the memory crystal, and the image faded from his mind. There was much more information within, but the Jedi knew he would have to take his own time to study it. "The Archives are filled with teachings that those two Masters laid down centuries ago, more than I would've thought possible," Devrim commented. He had barely scratched the surface of what knowledge and lessons were contained in the multitude of azure memory crystals. More than anything though, the Jedi was eager to learn all he could. One thing was certain, and it was that the Galaxy needed the Jedi Order more than ever before.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Heh.

Yeah, he wasn't surprised to feel the slither of doubt that found it's way into the heart of the man who named himself as Devrim Wolfe. It wasn't surprising. When someone tells you, outright, that they had a relationship with the Dark Side of the Force? It was something that got noticed. It was something that made the ears prick up and it was something that caused people to take notice of you in a way they hadn't before.

Without even realizing it, good men and women began to guard their emotions and expressions around you. They started to observe you - not look at you. The difference being that when you observed someone you weren't looking at them, you weren't interacting with them; you were sizing them up. You were weighing the intentions behind every action they took.

Castor had no doubt that the Jedi would have reacted, perhaps in an aborted manner, violently had he moved his hand towards his lightsaber or something similar. It was an almost involuntary response. There was a weird ringing laughter coming from somewhere else within the building that made Castor raise an inquisitive eyebrow but otherwise not react. The Pantoran was new but Castor just smiled when the woman sat down beside him and shook her offered hand.

"Another padawan of Master Reach?" he chuckled in a goodhearted manner, "My name is Castor - also apprentice to Leah. Bless her, she does seem to collect us, doesn't she?"

The sudden rush of memories that were not his own was... strange, to say the least. Once it was over, Castor blinked a few times to clear his suddenly blurry vision, looking at the crystal warily. The last time he had had information flow so freely into his mind like that it had been him tearing the information from an unwilling man's mind - it brought up some awkward memories. But one thing he felt safe to comment on?

"... wow okay so, he wore it better than me, right?"

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[Eisa Swan]

Stepping into the archives, the cyan haired girl regarded those already gathered within, her bright emerald hued eyes scanning over the faces familiar and not. A broad cheerful expression plastered over the young Padawans features as she regarded each of those present. "Hi Devi, hi Fey, Hi.....Umm. .." Eisa called out waving to each of the respective Padawans, before trailing off as she struggled to place who the new face was. "Sorry don't think I know you! I'm Eisa, but every one just calls me titch" she hastily added before the moment could get awkward.

Stepping deeper into the archives the young female cast another cheerful grin towards those gathered, before turning her attention over towards the various tomes and data pads that were arranged on the series of shelves that broke up the space. Her emerald hued eyes panning over the various titles and filing names that were either integrated into the spines of the bound books or the labels that were affixed to the data pads. Pursing her lips in thought the teen mused over the collection of transcribed knowledge, wondering just exactly it was that she was going to try and read up on and hopefully study.

Her gaze rested upon an ancient looking book bound in a navy blue leather, baring the simple title of The Jedi Path emblazoned on the spine in simple silver lettering. Pursing her lips in thought the young Jedi eased the book out from its place of rest among the others and looking over the covers, on the front was the title once again. Sat beneath the title however was the symbol of the Jedi Order. Raising a curious eyebrow the teen carefully opened the book and visually skimmed over the first few pages, taking in what seemed to be something of a primer that had be creates for those new to the order, particularly younglings.

Rocking her head back and forth in thought, the teen contemplating whether the texts she was holding would be appropriate for her. Before biting on her lower lip in thought, there was no denying the fact that despite her potential and strength in the Force, her lack of formal education did result in her struggling to comprehend just how it was the Force as an entity functioned. Put her infront of an unknown broken hyperdrive and tell the teen to fix it, Eisa would have the thing stripped and fully operational in a matter of hours. Ask her to explain the difference between the Living and Cosmic Force, she would give some vague analogy passed around what she had experienced in crossing those thresholds, leaving more questions than answers.

Perhaps it might be the better option for her to stick with the more simplistic passages for the time being allow the teen a chance to build a suitable foundation of knowledge, that she can continue to build on. She had already reached the point of being completly overwhelmed by both the teachings of the Jedi and her awakening abilities in the Force, Eisa figured it was perhaps best not to stress herself out again, expecially since she had only just came back from her compassionate leave of absence following her breakdown in the wake of fathers execution.

 

[Toland Vult]

In the weeks that had followed the Jedi's discovery of Deep Stone Crypt, Toland's words had quickly become a reality, with the place having changed from a dingy and musty cave to a warm, peaceful, and inviting sanctuary. After their time of training on Al'doleem, Toland couldn't help but return to Ellora, poring over the trove of knowledge contained within — with lightsaber forms and Force techniques being his usual subject of interest. While normally he could be found with a clutch of memory crystals at hand as he practiced his form in the central chamber, today Toland was researching something else entirely. Absentmindedly stepping through the halls, he emerged from the living quarters with a datapad in hand. So engrossed was he in the article that he was completely oblivious to the others nearby. It was only after noticing the spindly form of 10-NT that Toland's attention was drawn away from what he was reading. "Tennant, how much do you know about Felwinter?" It was a strange question, given that the mountain's previous defender had passed away many years ago.

The resident medial droid stopped to regard the Jedi Padawan. "I know a great deal about him, young master Vult; in fact, I'm a veritable expert on the subject of both Felwinter and Arkanian Dragons, if I do say so myself." This information did not deter Toland, instead seeming to stoke a fire behind his eyes as his interest grew. "Tell me everything about them. What was their temperament like — can they be tamed? Was Master Galahad the only one with a pet dragon like Felwinter?" The robotic caretaker held up his hands as if to defend himself from the inquisitive Padawan's onslaught of questions. "Slow down there, master Vult! Young Arkanian Dragon bond with whatever they first lay eyes on after they hatch, which is usually their parents. However, they are still wild creatures, and only grow more aggressive and territorial as they age. Acquiring an egg is a formidable and deadly prospect, a feat so far only accomplished my Master Galahad and the Sith Dread Lord Cyzyn five centuries ago. But you won't try to do the same, right? That would be extremely foolish."

In response, Toland simply smiled and gave the droid's shoulder a little shake. "Thanks for your help, Ten." He then returned his attention to the datapad once more, leaving 10-NT to stare at him worriedly before shuffling off towards the med bay. "Quite foolish indeed," his warbling voice echoing off the passage walls.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

... did this woman have blue hair?

Castor looked up (though not very far it had to be said) at the woman who had brightly introduced herself to him as Eisa. Though she said people called her Titch and he would have to agree that it was a fitting nickname - she was rather tiny it had to be said. He was sure there was probably another reason for the nickname but the fact that she was so small was the main reason as far as he could tell.

He stared at her for a moment or, more accurately, he stared at her blue hair for a moment before pointing to it.

"I thought the Jedi were against attachments to the material?" he asked, blinking a little bit, "Do they... do they make exceptions for hair dye or something?"

Looking at the small teenager for a long moment, he continued pointing at her.

"What's with this sassy lost child?"

Spoiler: Sassy Lost Child

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[Eisa Swan]

Looking up away from the pages of the book she was flicking through, the teen moved her attention away from reading about the first pillar of the Force to regard the new Jedi face. A curious eyebrow raising at the question being raised over Jedi attachments and her blue hair, she was at first a little perplexed over the nature of his questions, not quite sure at first whether it made a difference or not if her hair was dyed a certain colour. Very few if any had mentioned yet alone batted an eyelid when the teen came back from her compassionate leave sporting her bright blue hair, then again most who knew her where not really surprised given how until recently her hair was a bright orange hue.

Her emerald hued gaze panned over the others within the archives, as Castor continued to point at her and ask what was with this sassy and lost child. She was bemused as to how she should react to such a scene panning out. It was quite surreal! Pursing her lips the teen gave some thought on how she would respond to the Jedi's line of questioning.

"It's not material attachment.. Well I don't think it is...." the teen responded initially before trailing off a little in her words. "Jedi still have personalities right? Not every ones robes and armor are all the same..." she added as she closed her book around her finger so not to loose her page. "Kinda like every lightsaber is unique, I just light bright colours as it cheers the place up" Eisa concluded with her train of thought before casting Castor a wide and cheerful smile.

Holding her free hand out to her side, the teen summoned her traditional formed lightsaber away from her belt and into her hand, the weapon springing to life with its blade harmlessly pointing off to her side. "That and it matches my lightsaber!" Eisa added with a light chuckle as she looked towards the light blue arc of light that was projected from the hilt of her weapon.

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

Did he wear it better? That certainly wasn't something Devrim was expecting Castor to say, although what could someone say upon seeing your lookalike from centuries ago?

"Well, he was a Jedi Master...but that doesn't mean you can't be too," Devrim began, but his train of thought was interrupted by Eisa's sudden appearance in the central chamber. Giving her a smile and nod of greeting, he was content to just listen to the banter between her and Castor. Upon hearing the fellow Padawan's question about hair dye, Devrim simply gave him a quizzical frown and slight shake of his head. The black-robed Padawan still had much to learn about the Jedi way of life, but he hadn't heard anything about one's appearance when it came to material attachments. He was about to speak, but Eisa did first and gave a rather straightforward answer to Castor's question.

Standing up from his seat and collecting Caladglær, Devrim looked at the blond-haired Padawan and spoke. "Come with me, I'd like to show you something." Turning to the archway in the central chamber that lead to the Vault, Devrim beckoned for Eisa to follow as well. He sensed that she wished to go there as well. "I've found many answers to my questions in this room," he continued as he traveled down the solid stone corridor. "Here, take a look at what's in this one," the Jedi said as he removed one of the azure memory crystals from its slot in the wall. Truth be told, Devrim hadn't actually looked into this one yet — he would leave that opportunity up to Castor to experience.

What the dark-haired Jedi didn't know, however, was that this particular crystal didn't exactly carry any information about training or the Jedi Order's philosophies. Instead, it would reveal to him a location somewhere in a jungle far from Ellora...

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor blinked a few times - how was sparing the time and credits to change your hair color not materialistic? Was he missing something? Seemed like one of those 'teen rebellion' kind of things to him but that felt weird to even think, let alone say. The man himself was barely out of his teens after all.

Still...

"... I called it on the sassy part." he replied casually before raising an eyebrow, "Is... is it like a fashion thing? Like a Jedi trend to match the color of your saber?"

He was genuinely curious now.

Standing, he drew his crossguard lightsaber and ignited the blade. The pure white blade materialized almost instantly and Castor gestured to it with his other hand.

"Because I'm not in a hurry to look like an old man, you know?"

Shrugging, he extinguished his lightsaber and followed Devrim over to another set of memory crystals. He was slightly off-put by his last experience but he knew well enough that he needed to do some things that were out of his comfort zone. He smirked a little bit and picked one at random.

"Well I'm sure this will be a trip..."

He pushed into the crystal with the Force and watched.

He watched through the eyes of a man as he followed another three Jedi through the jungle. Through the undergrowth and through fights against wildlife that Castor knew to be native to Onderon and Dxun. And through the jungle they went, on and one, until they reached a cave.

As Castor watched through the eyes of a Jedi long since dead, the lightsaber forge of Dxun was made and then sealed away from prying eyes.

Castor blinked, setting the crystal down.

"Dxun." he muttered, "Is there anything you know about on Dxun?"

Because otherwise he had found something new.

Spoiler: Sassy Lost Child

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[Eisa Swan]

Shrugging in response to the new Padawan's reiteration that she was sassy, a light grin crossed her features as she rolled her eyes lightly before raising a curious eyebrow as he continued to inquire about her choice in hair colour being a Fashion thing, and whether Jedi tended to try and match the colour of their light sabers. Pursing her lips in thought for a moment, the teen thought a little on the question before titling her head off to the side with a light shrug. "I Dunno if other Jedi do it" She remarked with a pensive tone as she seemed to think a little bit longer on the question. "But guess its a fashion thing in a way" Eisa reasoned as a light smile crept back onto her features.

"I've been dying my hair for years, mostly because i like bright colours. Cheers things up when the 'verse around you is all gloomy" The cyan haired teen continued "And when I'm doing my mechanic duties, I can't wear bright tops cos they get stained in grease too quickly" she added, before easing out part of a bright orange vest top that sat underneath her Jedi robes, stretching it out to reveal a large dark smear where the oil of one of the ships she had worked on in the past had seeped into the threads of her top, permanently staining it with a dark blotch. "That and well you know cos of my height, it means I'm still easy to spot in a crowd in case i wander off" she added with a light chuckle.

Narrowing her eyes as Castor retrieved and ignited his lightsaber, the teen studied the pure white blade of the cross guard saber with a fascination. She had seen, lightsabers carrying a varying array of colored glows, red, blue, green even a yellow one but she was pretty sure that she had never seen a lightsaber emit a white light before. The teen was about to question the Padawan just how it was that his saber was white, before breaking out into a laugh at the man's comment about not wanting for his hair to match his lightsaber anytime soon. "I dunno, might give you that dignified look" Eisa teased, as she deactivated her own lightsaber and fastened the hilt back to the clip on her belt.

The cyan haired teen's attention shifted over towards Devrim as he spoke out, offering for them to follow him as there was something that he wished to share with the gathered Padawans. Shrugging as she was beckoned to join them, Eisa tucked her book between her arm and chest before following them through a corridor, watching curiously as he dark haired Jedi plucked a small crystal out from its place of rest within the wall and hand it over to Castor.

Intently the young teen watched as Castor held the crystal and seemly entered a trance like state, an inquisitive look crossed the teen's features as she could sense that the Force was being actively channeled and directed into Azure crystal. Wondering just what it was that was taking place, between the padawan and the crystal, Eisa turned her attention to the nearest crystal to her and gently plucked it out of it's cradle. Curiously she studied the crystaline structure, she had seen them scattered throughout the hidden temple, but had little understanding just what purpose they had. The Teen's examination however was short lived as Castor muttered the name of a moon more often refereed to as the Demon moon, before asking about what any one knew was on there. Pursing her lips in thought for a moment, the teen wracked her brains to try and recall what she could of the hostile jungle moon. "Its a jungle moon, that's filled with predators like Drexls, Zakkegs and Maalraas" Eisa offered, sharing what she knew of the place. "Its not really somewhere you go without a purpose, its a good place to hide things though, cos of the predators stalking the place"

 

[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Dignified look?

Dignified look?!

Castor looked between Devrim and Eisa a few times before pointing at Eisa while speaking to Devrim in response to what she had actually just said to him.

"Is she trying to say I look old? Like I should have white hair?" he asked the other man before turning back to Eisa with a smirk, "I'm only twenty, you cheeky little shite!"

It was clear by now that he was just messing with her and the other Jedi and he wasn't actually annoyed at all or anything like that. He was just having some fun poking fun of Eisa. And her hair. And her height. And her sass. Well, let it never be said that former Sith had a sense of humor that wasn't just a tad bit mean.

If you had skin thinner than a paper that was.

Blinking away the tiredness that seemed to have rapidly come on from his use of the crystal, Castor reached out with the Force and, with a singular sense of purpose, flicked Eisa on the nose with it.

"Thank you space-ipedia." he said with a playful roll of his eyes, "I know what Dxun is like - I was stationed on Onderon for months. I was asking if there's anything Jedi-related there that anyone knew about."

He waved the crystal at Devrim.

"Because if not? How does a lightsaber forge sound?"

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[Devrim Wolfe]

While fully expecting the crystal to contain teachings and information just like the rest of the ones lining the stone walls, Devrim was surprised to hear Castor instead mention something located on Dxun. A lightsaber forge at that. While he and Eisa discussed some of the dangers that existed there, a shadow fell over the dark-haired Jedi's face. Neither of them truly knew what it was like.

"I was raised there," he replied with a grave voice. "Words can't describe the horrors that you face every day. The rebels who come out of the Dxun cell — you won't find tougher sons of banthas in the Galaxy. I don't say this lightly either when I say those jungles mean death. Even I didn't escape unscathed..." he trailed off, shifting uncomfortably. Few people knew that trailing across Devrim's side and back were massive, deep scars from some encounter many years ago.

Moving on from the subject, his tone and countenance seemed to lighten. "There's also the matter of the rebel cell stationed there. They're extremists — rebels with no conscience and the willingness to resort to barbaric terrorist attacks just to defy the Empire. I'm ashamed to say that I was once a part of them. However, ever since Dantooine, Commander Ion has ordered them to cease all operations. As far as I'm aware, they have obeyed these commands — begrudgingly, I might add."

Walking over and grasping the memory crystal that Castor waved, he peered at how it reflected the torch light of the Vault. "But if there's something left behind there by the Order centuries ago, then I say it's worth looking for." Devrim looked at Eisa and Castor. "Ready for a little trek in the woods?" he asked with the hint of a smirk.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor didn't much care for the past of the rebellion on Dxun because Castor was currently focused on the fact that there was a lightsaber forge on the demon moon. One that had, it seemed been set up by someone he vaguely knew. Lucian Volante had been something of a surprise to see in the crystal vision.

He knew he was related to the man because of his family's record keeping but he didn't know much about the man himself because, well, Hapans didn't count men as important enough to remember outside of their names and what children they'd helped to create.

It was nice to see him as something other than breeding stock.

Castor smirked a little bit.

"I think I can get the time off for a walking vacation." he joked with a smirk, "We bringing the kid? Should I factor in having to give her a piggy back ride?"

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[Eisa Swan]

Narrowing her gaze as the talk moved away from Castor teasing her for the knowledge that she shared. It seemed that in comparison to what both of the Padawans had to say about the demon moon, Eisa sounded as if she had stated the obvious. Sheepishly she felt her cheeks reddening at the slight embarrassment, whilst she had been aware of what creatures dwelled on the surface, she lacked an awareness of the history and importance that the place had, paling in comparison to Devrin who as it turned out had spent a considerable amount of time on the demon moon.

Looking up as Castor spoke about taking a walking vacation, before segwaying into asking whether they were taking the kid. The teens lip curled a little as she raised an eyebrow at the teasing comment. Somewhat bemused by the assumption that despite her age and stature she required carrying along. "I can walk you know" Eisa retorted as a slight pout formed on her features. "Don't need to worry that cos I'm short I'll get lost in the forest undergrowth..." she added before trailing off a little. "You might go grey quicker!" she teased before sticking her tongue out at the blonde haired Jedi.