Lula was running down the hall as she was trying to make the Headmaster’s office in time. She had discover something and couldn’t contain her excitement.
With the door slid open and seeing that Turel was indeed in his office. Her lips curved into a smile, her fangs revealing.
“Hidey ho!” The Firrerreo dumped a few scrolls on his desk, “Okay, so-” She opened a few of them, “-these came to my attention, they contained the Ancient Jedi texts which was also Tionese, Coremaic, Protobesh- not the point. There’s another language here and it’s why the previous people before me couldn’t translate for so long, it’s ur-Kittât! Now, you might be askin’ why- Oh.” She finally paid attention enough to notice there was a Mirialan here.
“Oh!” She repeated as paused for a moment, feeling like a fathier caught in speeder’s headlights. She felt her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment.
“Should.. I come back another time?”
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Turel took a sip of his slowly chilling caf and picked up one of the scrolls Lula had just deposited on his desk.
“Oh you’re fine, it’s a welcome distraction from doing walkthrough observations on professors.” He skimmed the scroll for a moment before remembering Lulaire and Vez had never met. “Oh, sorry, this is my sometime apprentice Vez Hirundo,” he gestured toward the Mirialan female lounging on one of the office sofas with a datapad of her own. The human waited for Vez to look up before gesturing toward the Firrerreo visitor, “Vez, this is Lulaire our new…um…head archivist? Did we ever settle on a job title? Anyway she’s a Jedi as well.”
Vez opened her mouth to make a snide remark about being a ‘sometime apprentice’ before coming up short. “Wait, Lulaire? Like The Farmer and the Lord Lulaire?”
Lulaire gave Vez a friendly grin before it was dropped to a frown. Her brows furrowed while her confused gaze rested on Vez’s. She’s a farmer yes but how would she know that? And who was this Lord? Maybe somehow, someone else was named Lulaire and Vez was mistaken.
“I’m…sorry? Can you explain a bit more?”
“Wait wait, I think Satsi was trying to get me to read that one…that’s one of Zig’s right?” Turel interjected.
Shitfuck, that should’ve been an indoor voice comment. Abort abort abort now. “Ah, er, my mistake, Jedi all look alike to me, it’s the robes. Aaaanyway, you were saying ur-Kittât?”
Lula glanced over to Turel. He knew Zig?
Wait, what did Zig have to do with this?
Just how small was this galaxy?
Lula glanced down at her robes and there was a moment of pause. She can tell that the Mirialan was wanting to change topic so she will respect that.
“Yes, that’s right! So, I’m sure as you two know, Siths generally use ur-Kittât-” She gestured to the scroll that Turel had picked up earlier. “It started out with the Sacred Jedi texts, then…” She picked up another scroll. “This one changed over to both combinations. A cryptogram of some sorts. I’m not sure if this was the same writer who has fallen or a different teacher took up writing and decided for historical and safety purposes, to combine the two.”
“That said, our scans constantly show the temple on Ossus but we could never get to the rooms or find them. I.. may have discovered the key.”
“Oh, cool. Are we breaking in?” Vez spared a glance at Turel. “Or are we lame now?”
“Oh we’re breaking in,” Turel caught himself and suddenly remembered his professional obligations, “respectfully of course.” The Jedi Master had long accepted he would always be lame in the eyes of his apprentices.
He pulled a translation visor out of his desk and began reading one of the scrolls in earnest. The text was vague, as ancient Jedi writing often was, but it seemed to indicate the key unlocked something powerful, something that could allow a person to “seize the reigns of their fate” whatever that meant.
Turel turned to Lula, “What can you tell me about the key?”
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The Jedi raised her eyebrow at their choice of wording to ‘break in.’ Vez didn’t appear to be young so it wasn’t to seem ‘in’ with a teenager.
However, calling Turel lame…
She does wonder the history between the two of them.
Lula beamed at Turel, “we have it. In the archives. It doesn’t look like a key so we had no idea. I request an expedition to recover the lost knowledge that we may gain.”
“I request that we expedition the expedition,” Vez chimed in. “Expeditiously.”
Turel stroked his beard for a moment in thought, “Isn’t Ossus under cartel control? I forget which one. We’ll probably want to figure out a way onto the planet without attracting too much attention.”
It was a bit of a tragedy that various Hutt cartels had been seizing historical sites across the outer rim and making clumsy attempts at looting. Thankfully, they lacked the knowledge to locate and get past the ancient security mechanisms that often required a degree of Force sensitivity.
“We can do it in the Sunburst. Cartel security is always sloppier than Cora after two drinks,” Vez said. “I need an excuse to break it out anyway.”
By the Force-
“I’ll go get that key, meet you two at…?” Lula trailed off on purpose so one of the can interject where they were going to meet.
“I’m parked in the Headmaster’s hangar,” Vez said. She looked at Turel and shrugged. “It’s a Star Courier with a fudged transponder. They didn’t ask.”
“They did actually,” Turel retorted with a grin, “Not like I need it, I just tag along on official transport most of the time.” He turned to Lula, “you can meet us at the Sunburst conveniently parked in my spot when you’re ready. We can hash out the plan en route.”
The human was actually looking forward to seeing Vez’s latest modifications to the ship.
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Sunburst Ossus System
“Haxion Brood. Gross.” Vez was draped across a chair, with one over-ear headphone connected wirelessly to the ship’s slicing computer. The Sunburst, contrary to appearances, was as much a droid as a starship, and the same Dukes droid consciousness that coexisted in Vez’s bi- and tripedal companions was perfectly capable of flying autonomously. That left Hirundo’s attention free to slice the comms of the only other ship in orbit. “These guys sound bored. Which, fair. There’s basically nothing but open-air ruins and antisocial, Force-sensitive tribals down there.”
“Force sensitive tribals?,” Turel repeated with concern, “oh boy that could either be really interesting or really dangerous. Let’s hope they are guardian of the whills types and not sith cultists”
Lula frowned as she looked at the box covered in runes. She had a couple of stone tablets near by and she was trying to crack the code of how to open this.
“I do hope it is Guardians or Temple guards that knows how to open this. I’m sure gettin’ a headache that’s worse than that one time a bantha headbutted me.”
“I, uh, I don’t keep pills on the ship anymore,” Vez said a bit flatly. “Sorry. Besides, I’m not sure I buy the rumors anyway. You think a bunch of Jedi are going to hide out on a scorched planet reproducing instead of leaving or meditating to death?”
“Oh… it.. was an expression,” Lula gently chuckled before rubbing her eyes. A break from the tablet would do some good. She started to put the items into her bag.
“Well… Jedis, some of them, can be quite zealous of their duties. Quite admirin’, I don’t think I can be that dedicated.”
Turel rolled his eyes at the ‘meditating to death’ comment before replying to Lula, “If you read the writings of or talk to ten different Jedi you’ll get ten different answers on what the duty of a Jedi is. We can’t even agree on a single code believe it or not.” He caught himself wandering into a tangent, “suffice to say don’t sell yourself short. In the core duties of a Jedi that I personally think most people can agree on, promoting and preserving life, you’d be quite dedicated.”
“Oh, I agree. I don’t see myself committing that intensely. I did consider it… before I met someone.” The female Firrerreo quickly cleared her throat and changed the subject.
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“Oh, I didn’t give you the anooba and eopie show, did I?” Vez shrugged. “The short answer is we fly past. This ship has a stealth drive. There are ways around it but these dorks would have to know to look for us in the first place.”
“What kind of shields does the ship have in case we’re exceptionally unlucky and they do happen to look in the wrong place at the wrong time?” Turel inquired, mentally running through contingency plans.
“They’re solid. This may shock you but people tend to shoot at me a lot.”
Lula was just grateful that there may not have to be any fighting. Turel had brought up the concerns if they happened to look in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It brought back her discussion with the Force with her twin sister. Their beliefs were two sides of the same coin. She can’t help but to raise her eyebrow at the Mirialan with the mention of people had the tendency to shoot at her a lot. Lula’s raised her eyebrow. Slowly, she was learning about the two of them.
Her southern tang kicked in full force, “You weren’t bein’ a busy body, were ya?”
Turel stifled a laugh at Lula’s question, “That’s one way of putting it.” He got up to go help with the comms slicing as much as he could. “May the Force be with us.”