Ossus

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Jedi Knight Kirath Vanton oversaw the beginnings of a construction of a Golan II platform in geosynchronous orbit over the Jedi Temple of Ossus. Intended as a first defense against agressive actions that may target the temples vulnerable apprentices or the temple itself. It's four squadrons of defensive starfighters and 2000 odd personnel would ensure that any invading force would target the Golan and it's garrison before attempting to invade the ground.

 

GOLAN II TO BE COMPLETED 10/13/2017

 

AP cost 2

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The refugees are welcomed and given full treatment, however, on orders of Jedi Master Brace Ilikrit, they were to be kept in quarantine until they could confirm where they came from, as was standard procedure. Jedi never turned away those seeking asylum and help, but they also weren't stupid, and refusing to say where they had come from was enough to make even the lowest padawan suspicious.

 

A return message was sent to Master Vos, asking for any clarification he could provide, since he had seemed to know about their arrival and had wanted to be kept up to date, as well as informing him that all were currently on the mend.

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Master Vos' return message threw Master Ilikrit into confusion. "They're Jedi employees?" he said, startled, as the message was played to him. "Well why didn't they just say so? Why all this cloak and dagger stuff?"

 

Deeply confused, he nevertheless cleared them to immediately be free from quarantine. He had no reason to doubt Master Vos' orders. As they came out of quarantine, each would find that they had received standard treatment for Jedi employees who had to be laid off: an additional three months' salary and the guarantee of an honest recommendation for any future employers.

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With the Golan II completed, construction begins on a planetary ion cannon (AP 2).

 

To be completed 10/27/17

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Having completed the planetary ion cannon, work crews took a few days off, confident that the temple here was protected adequately.

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The young apprentice watched the tree with some degree of wonder and a mix of interest, it was not every day that you got to hear the trees themselves speak, and this one held a world of trouble in his shaking leaves. There was something lurking there behind his voice that Corán could not yet identify. Hope? Fear? They both bled together in the force, interlinked by passion and past failures. 

 

The Being talked in riddles which had never been Corán's strong suit, but like everything at the old temple of Ossus, the challenge had to be overcome. 

 

His voice was hesitant but found its strength as he spoke, his fingers playing with the Hem of his ten tunic. 

 

"Then speak and show, a Jedi's life is service. Let me help."

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Corán was puzzled by the words about the force for a moment before sitting himself down next to the giant tree being. He listened for a moment again to the flow of the force, letting it touch and fill his lungs in a breath and expelling its refreshing fragrance the next moment. He let that cool touch fill his mind and let him look deep within himself for the knowledge that he was looking for. The being had changed, into a strangely familiar form. 

 

“Yes the force moves freely here, there is generations of knowledge and experience just laying at our feet. If you reach out you can catch little eddies of those past Jedi. Walking almost like they were here now. It is so exciting.” 

 

He turned his crystal blue gaze back upon Frond. 

 

“And what bothers you? You spoke to the Son of Darkfyre with some spirit of frustration,i believe, or at least I felt it echoing from him. It still does.” He kicked at the grass at his feet, thinking. He finally spoke again.  “ We are both apprentices, though you have lived a life longer than mine or at least that is what Master Akelbeth tells me.” 

 

His eyes narrowed. There was something here to be picked at. A memory stirred in Corán's head. Was it a vision from long ago? One with the pool and the the dark grin of ice like teeth?

 

“Show me what bothers you. I’m not afraid of frustration.”

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If he was around for five thousand years then he would have enjoyed the state of Ossus as it had been back then. Back before the Sith ruined everything. Back when the library was filled with students. Before Kun, before all of that. He hitched up an eyebrow. 

 

“You mean your philosophy is always changing? Is that why you haven’t been able to stop the sith after these thousands of years?” 

 

He recoiled momentarily at the way the being reached into its own chest cavity, then withdrew some kind of log. Perhaps a sabre hilt? It was…

 

Corán winced from the buffeting darkside that roiled off the device like smoke from a forest fire. He coughed and worked for a moment on his breathing exercises that he had been taught before he could look back at the device. It felt like some of those holocrons he was not allowed to touch in the archives. It was hungry. He could feel it wanting to latch onto something. Onto anything. But he had to be brave, this being needed his help. And Jedi were supposed to help. The boy swallowed his doubts and spoke. 

 

“Why would you keep that if it's so dark? Why not throw it away or destroy it? Its eating the air with its desire!” Corán shook his blonde head. "We aren't supposed to be around stuff like that, its super dangerous....." 

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Light met dark like a crescent moon. The being had some merit to what he was saying, or communicating. The draw was full, but he seemed to be resisting it. But for what reason? Why did he keep such a temptation so close and claim that it held no power over him? 

 

“Why?” Corán shook his head doubtfully. “Why would you keep such a temptation though. You dangle this temptation in front of you saying its balance, but that thing has power over yo-” 

 

Corán’s silver blue eyes went wide for a moment and his jaw slackened. Beyond Shadows? He took a sharp intake of breath, then set his jaw. His eyes flittered up to the horizon, where the star was giving way to dusk, and the mountains were cut like teeth against the fading horizon. A thousand sharp teeth that stretched from horizon to horizon. There was no balance when the daylight gave way to night. And if this was the path to go back beyond shadow, Corán would take it. 

 

He smiled warmly and reached with a hand towards the sabre. He touched it with one finger and the clear blue eyes rolled back into his head and the force moved heavily. And they saw it as one. 

 

Three cloaked beings carried a wooden casket filled with broken saber hilts like men carry a body to the grave. They walked heavily, each barely carrying the burden as tears marked their harrowed faces.

 

Three great beasts mauled a young woman with the stars of heaven’s field on her brow. Her blood as thick as gelatin, staining the grass a satin black. 

 

A field of grass covered with bodies of young Jedi, tattered standards blown in the wind. A thousand toothed smile that stretched imperceptibly from sky to sky. 

 

His mouth moved to form words he did not speak. His finger slipped from the handle and he slid back onto the bench of fallen oak. His eyes staring into the dusk as the light of Adega Prime and Adega Besh fled into night. He shivered as he regained his strength to speak again.