Fennex Zeerda
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- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
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"... It will be a serious undertaking, but not an insurmountable one."
Fennex concluded as the holographic image of a reconstituted Jedha temple rotated and flickered before him, hovering over the floor of the Council chambers. It was just a plan, obviously. Preliminary sketches and three dimensional models generated to show where and how a potential reconstruction could take place, based off scans taken in the wake of the destruction the Holy City suffered. The surface had taken a beating, but the Temples foundations were carved into hundreds of meters of solid rock, winding deep into the plateau and the caves beneath it. Initial reports of the death toll and level of destruction appeared to be wildly overblown- especially in regards to the rest of the city- but it would be hard to tell until they started clearing out the rubble.
"We can take the opportunity to improve on some of the defenses to help prevent this sort of thing again. The place was a fortress long before we were there, it just needs some tasteful modernization."
His tail swished idly against the floor and his whiskers twitched. He hadn't started this project, but he'd toyed with the idea ever since he'd last left Jedha for Tython with a freighter full of younglings. The desert world suited him much more so than this place, he thought as he watched the late night storm rage behind the council through their impressive floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain pelted the windows and an occasional flash of lightning lit the chamber, the sound distant and dampened by the transparisteel barriers. At least it was a natural storm now, and not a Force fueled and abomination filled perversion of a weather pattern.
The High Council was all here, but they had been unusually quiet- even Master Shai, who Fennex thought of as typically long winded. He got the sense they were only partially interested in the plans for Jedha- there seemed to be something else going on here, but the Amaran was unsure what it was. Fen shifted his weight from paw to paw, aware that they were observing him intently. He wondered if their solemnity had anything to do with the conspicuous absence of Councilor Atreides. Fen's ears drooped almost imperceptibly at the thought. Jon was one of the few Jedi he'd let himself get close to in many years. They'd fought practically back to back on Ellora and here on Tython to liberate the planet from abominations. They'd made a great team. They'd even begun perfecting the fur-missile attack, with the young Master flinging Fennex at their opponents. Fen would miss him.
"Unless there's anything else, Masters, I'd like to get a team together and get started right away..." He finished quietly, voice trailing off has he inclined his head respectfully.
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