An Old Teacher+ Jedi Order Patrol Routes 3947 BBY
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An Old Teacher
The Holocron's guardian speaks-- Nomi Sunrider, slain at Katarr as so many other Jedi were. She appears in the prime of her life, clad in the plain brown robes of the Jedi. Her lightsaber is clipped to her belt, and she stands with her arms folded behind her back. "Ossus was, and perhaps might be again, a Jedi world. There were places there, strong enough I think to guard our relics from utter destruction-- the thick walls of the Great Library may have endured, perhaps, or certain underground storehouses where we kept some of the more dangerous or valuable artifacts. In any case, seek out Ossus, young one, and there you will know us, who fought long before you."
The recording stops, and Bastila stands before you, expectantly. "It's hardly a whole map, but it is the most hope we've had of reclaiming the planet in years."
(+5 Ossus, +15 Knowledge)
"Thank you, Bastila. Now then, I believe we do have a duty, do we not?"
There's a twitch in your prosthetic-- you picked it up after the destruction of the Sith holocrons. Now, despite that giant coincidence you don't think that that is the handiwork of the Sith; it's too little for them, more likely just a bit of radiation managing to leak in through the shielding. Not everything bad that happens to Jedi can be lain at their feet-- that is giving them too much power, far, far too much power.
On the off chance you're wrong, though? You've spent the past six weeks meditating in your room, speaking to no-one, and having no visitors, except for your Padawan, who refuses to leave you behind. When he isn't in your room, meditating with you, he is outside your door, taking messages for you.
More importantly, he has been recording what he hears of your mumbling as you sleep. You remember altogether little of it, but you know they are not simple dreams-- they are visions of the past, of the sands of Korriban, before, perhaps, even the Exiles came. You feel no great concern about them, but again, if you are wrong, if this is some sort of ill considered plot by long-dead Sith to resurrect themselves by possessing you?
Well, your Padawan's around-- and he's pretty good with his lightsaber.
In any case, the panic that had been brewing died when you stepped out, whole and hearty and hale, for the Council Meeting-- the first one you have attended in the flesh since you noticed the prosthetic twitch.
As much as you might like to simply work on solving this mystery, you do have a job to do.
Available Jedi:
Grandmaster Bao Dur
Battlemaster Atton Rand
Councilor Mira
Councilor Visas Marr
Councilor Brianna
Councilor Bastila Shan
Councilor Juhani
3 Padawans
Assign Jedi to these Patrol Routes:
[] The Core: To be honest, this is likely the safest part of the Galaxy. You'd be surprised if anything more threatening than a few gangsters show up here anytime soon, and not very threatening ones either. Still, whatever does happen here, the entire galaxy knows about it, so if you just want to fly the flag, so to speak, this would be a good place for it.
([] Assign Jedi to patrol, needs 4 Vigilance)
[] The Mid-Rim: Wealthier than the Outer Rim, but without the commiserate military force, a surprising amount of Jedi patrols have always been focused here, being pirate bait and all. This is likely where combat, if it takes place, will take place. Sending some real muscle out here would be a wise plan.
([] Assign Jedi to patrol, needs 6 Vigilance)
[] The Outer Rim: A sparsely populated collection of agri worlds, you don't see too much trouble coming here, if it weren't for the Mandalorians. On the other hand, this is likely to be where the majority of your apprentices come from for the time being, so perhaps those more in tune with the Force would be a wise plan.
([] Assign Jedi to patrol, needs 2 Vigilance)
The Holocron's guardian speaks-- Nomi Sunrider, slain at Katarr as so many other Jedi were. She appears in the prime of her life, clad in the plain brown robes of the Jedi. Her lightsaber is clipped to her belt, and she stands with her arms folded behind her back. "Ossus was, and perhaps might be again, a Jedi world. There were places there, strong enough I think to guard our relics from utter destruction-- the thick walls of the Great Library may have endured, perhaps, or certain underground storehouses where we kept some of the more dangerous or valuable artifacts. In any case, seek out Ossus, young one, and there you will know us, who fought long before you."
The recording stops, and Bastila stands before you, expectantly. "It's hardly a whole map, but it is the most hope we've had of reclaiming the planet in years."
(+5 Ossus, +15 Knowledge)
"Thank you, Bastila. Now then, I believe we do have a duty, do we not?"
There's a twitch in your prosthetic-- you picked it up after the destruction of the Sith holocrons. Now, despite that giant coincidence you don't think that that is the handiwork of the Sith; it's too little for them, more likely just a bit of radiation managing to leak in through the shielding. Not everything bad that happens to Jedi can be lain at their feet-- that is giving them too much power, far, far too much power.
On the off chance you're wrong, though? You've spent the past six weeks meditating in your room, speaking to no-one, and having no visitors, except for your Padawan, who refuses to leave you behind. When he isn't in your room, meditating with you, he is outside your door, taking messages for you.
More importantly, he has been recording what he hears of your mumbling as you sleep. You remember altogether little of it, but you know they are not simple dreams-- they are visions of the past, of the sands of Korriban, before, perhaps, even the Exiles came. You feel no great concern about them, but again, if you are wrong, if this is some sort of ill considered plot by long-dead Sith to resurrect themselves by possessing you?
Well, your Padawan's around-- and he's pretty good with his lightsaber.
In any case, the panic that had been brewing died when you stepped out, whole and hearty and hale, for the Council Meeting-- the first one you have attended in the flesh since you noticed the prosthetic twitch.
As much as you might like to simply work on solving this mystery, you do have a job to do.
Available Jedi:
Grandmaster Bao Dur
Battlemaster Atton Rand
Councilor Mira
Councilor Visas Marr
Councilor Brianna
Councilor Bastila Shan
Councilor Juhani
3 Padawans
Assign Jedi to these Patrol Routes:
[] The Core: To be honest, this is likely the safest part of the Galaxy. You'd be surprised if anything more threatening than a few gangsters show up here anytime soon, and not very threatening ones either. Still, whatever does happen here, the entire galaxy knows about it, so if you just want to fly the flag, so to speak, this would be a good place for it.
([] Assign Jedi to patrol, needs 4 Vigilance)
[] The Mid-Rim: Wealthier than the Outer Rim, but without the commiserate military force, a surprising amount of Jedi patrols have always been focused here, being pirate bait and all. This is likely where combat, if it takes place, will take place. Sending some real muscle out here would be a wise plan.
([] Assign Jedi to patrol, needs 6 Vigilance)
[] The Outer Rim: A sparsely populated collection of agri worlds, you don't see too much trouble coming here, if it weren't for the Mandalorians. On the other hand, this is likely to be where the majority of your apprentices come from for the time being, so perhaps those more in tune with the Force would be a wise plan.
([] Assign Jedi to patrol, needs 2 Vigilance)
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