OOC: Note we are protected from 4 pulses
The shuttle slipped through history. Remnants of the past flashed by the view ports, forgotten by the present. The Clone Wars had ravaged the galaxy. Ripped apart the Jedi Order. Gave birth to the Empire. Yet, the Jedi, the Republic, and all the rest had suffered so much since the Clone Wars seemed a distance memory. A century past and those pains were forgotten. How could you hold onto those memories when the Rebellion and the First Order flooded recent history? The mind could only house so much pain.
Councilor Alexandria Voran sat at the controls of her shuttle, piloting through time. She was nearly a hundred years old. She remembered the uncertainty of the galaxy after the fall of the First Order. The Jedi told stories of the Rebellion…but the Clone Wars escaped her. They were before her time. She knew her history, she even knew a Jedi who fought in them, but the rest was lost. The Morellian Councilor was certain of salient fact. One searing truth that entered her thoughts while she flew through the graveyard. They would not repeat these mistakes. She would not watch the Order descended into chaos again. Alex was here for a specific purpose.
Crix found a holocron that lead the Order to this forgotten battlefield. The holocron called out to another…one locked away on a wrecked Venator. A forgotten Jedi General called to them, offering aid they must have. Unfortunately, the dangers of the past resisted. Alex had the benefit of the Order’s greatest resources. The shuttle and their technology were shielded from the electromagnetic pulses. She knew it would only last so long. Time was of the essences.
Her gaze shifted down as the nav system buzzed. They were close. She flipped on the coms to her companions in the hull. “We are near.” Alex took a deep breath. She burst alight with the Force, a blazing tempest in the darkness of space. Only one option remained to land on the Venator. The typical boarding tubes were all derelict from years of disuse. They had to land in the hanger and make their way towards the holocron. She took another deep breath. The shuttle slide smoothly into the hanger, landing with the customary hiss. Alex stood walking quickly towards the back of the shuttle. Her wore her full armor. Today, the careful diplomat Alexandria Voran was gone. They were here to do a job…one she intended to complete.
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