The Race for Knowledge(Closed)

[Seth TraSven]

Returning from a long day of training with Master Yoghurt, Seth entered his small room wearily, he was physically and mentally exhausted after the extensive regime which Yoghurt had put him through. His brow was damp with seat, his breathing was heavy and his clothes were filthy and torn.

At least I'm building up my fitness-I'm not used to such torture!-he thought as he slumped down on the edge of his bed, removing his muddy boots with gradual progress.

He was too tired to eat or even think about eating, so once he'd refreshed with a drink of cold water, he laid back, his muscle's aching as he did so, rested his head on the pillow and fell asleep almost immediatley.


The next day was fortunately enough his day off as it were but if the other Jedi heard him say that he was sure to be disciplined. This was his day without training and he was free to do what he wished within the perameters of the Jedi Code.

After over-induldging in sleep, he decided it was time to get up and do something constructive with his time, and so he went, sorely, toward the library archives of the Greater Jedi Order.

Once at the archive mainframe, he attatched a small data pad, took a seat and began searching for any files or records containing anything of interest. His first search began:

SEARCH 1:Jedi History_

searching...

Found: 5,678 documents(1,679 Require Security Clearance

Hmmm...let's see if we can narrow that down...

SEARCH 2:The Holocron_

searching...

Found: 256 documents(635 Require Security Clearance)

*A grin crept accross Seth's face as he looked through some of the documents, some of which required security access codes and so he simply moved on to those he was allowed to read*

Let's see what we can find now when we cross reference...

*He whispered to himself as he typed the keywords*

SEARCH 3:Palpatine/Holocron_

searching...

Found: 211 documents (355 Require Security Cleaance)

Interesting...

*He began skimming over the documents at an alarming rate, obviously a very experienced reader of such documents until he came to a sudden stop as his eyes caught sight of a location which caught his attention*

There, that's the place...now...

SEARCH 4: Pinnacle Moon/Library of Ossus_

searching...

Found: 12 documents (2 Require Security Clearance)

*Cautiously, Seth began looking through the files...*

[Jeseth Cloak]

A soft breath broke the silence. Jeseth's hand hovered over his ship's comm screen and he squinted his eyes. He had fallen asleep at the controls again... To much time in space. It didn't matter now, though--he knew only one person would be contacting him on this channel:


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No point source.

The Sith's lips curled into a smile as he read the coordinates that flooded forth onto the screen. It mattered little to him who had sent the message now; He could feel that all too clearly. His eyes slipped off the end of the message, his smile turning into a sharp grin.
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So... That's what you've been holding...

Jeseth's mind flashed with small searing shards of visions. The Force had been tearing through his consciousness violently all night. He didn't understand what it could mean, but he understood that answers to many more important questions awaited him at Pinnacle Moon.

His ship slipped out of hyperspace and placidly hovered in place. The apprentice's eyes narrowed. It was impossible to receive messages during a hyperspace jump...

When did I initiate a hyper space jump?

Perhaps he had done it before going to sleep. It wasn't beyond him to forget doing such a thing... Though oddly, he hadn't even noticed the white streaks of light encasing his ship until mere seconds before it was over. Corellia looked pleasant as ever from his point of view... and it was just as well that he had brought himself here. He still needed to inform Darth Rane and Delirion that their meeting would be commencing as planned.

His fingers flickered over the comm controls...

[Darth Rane]

Cooly striding towards the front of the ship, Darth Rane crossed both his arms tightly behind his back, his muscles visibly rippling with an almost feline grace. The control panel just a scant few yards ahead of him was blinking frantically, signifying an incoming message on a secure channel. A total of four living beings had access to his private line, as well as a few dead ones. And he somehow doubted it was any of the latter.

With mounting enthusiasm, Rane could easily venture a guess as to the contents of this message: he had been expecting it for quite some time, after all. Almost lazily, he tapped a button with one clawed finger, depressing it and starting the decrypt sequence.

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Transmission Source Confirmed:

Point of Origin - Vertigo, unidentified ship class. Registered to Jeseth Cloak, TSO.

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<font color=gray>*Forwarded Transmission, Orignal PS untraceable*</font>

Almost annoyed at all the useless text, Rane mashed another key, finally bringing up the actual message. He nearly let out a cry of rage when he saw the message contents: three words. "Book of Anger". But in a rare show of restraint on his part, he investigated closer, only to discover an accompanying set of coordinates. So this was it, after all.

Snatching a comlink off of the wall, Rane raised it to his deformed mouth and spoke into it, calling to his passenger in the back of the ship.

"Delirion, strap in. We've got the coordinates. We'll be making the jump shortly. Rane out."

His cracked, peeling lips twisted into a mockery of a smile as he set the computer to begin calculating the jump to Hyperspace.

[Delirion]

Slumped onto a large crate Rane kept in his ship's cramped interior, Delirion sat holding on to a metal bar sticking out of the wall as Rane took his ship off the planet and made the jump to hyperspace.

Her body still felt worn and tired, battered from her recent battle against her old Master's spirit, bruised from the trap he had set her in his own old quarters (http://pub47.ezboard.com/ftheblackhand23755frm3.showMessage?topicID=2.topic ). A sickening feeling of depression seemed to succumb what little was left of her spirit, and she had been withdrawn and quiet for the past days, wasting away her last resources of energy trying to show no weakness to the others.

The ship engine's silent humming made her drowsy, and so it wasn't long until she fell into an unquiet sleep.


<font color="#c0c0c0">...She is walking along a dark empty hallway... She is not alone - there are the unsubstantial forms of her mother and father walking alongside her, begging of her frantically to abandon this path... But with the darkness growing deeper, it swallows up every sound... Instead, it carries with it a silent whisper, and she listens up, drawn by it further down into the dark... Her father's hand grabs her arm, trying to claw at her, imploring her to stop, but she turns at them angrily, irritatedly, shouting at them to stop... Her mother's disembodied hand reaching out for her, but Delirion sharply turns and runs away....
She is running until the darkness behind her hides her parents faces... But now she has a new follower. Adalric Brandl... And she hears another call... The call of greed, the call of a lust for power... And Adalric begins to fade... But she chases the call of the greed farther and farther, until she is alone, all alone, spinning mindlessly into a cesspool of violence and bloodshed....</font>

[Jeseth Cloak]

A dream...

His mind was wandering again.

What the hell's wrong with you? Think!

Jeseth looked down at his controls--Darth Rane had made his jump to hyperspace nearly an hour ago. It wasn't like him to have lapses of time for such long periods... It didn't matter much now anyway. His computer had finnished the calculations: 36 hours.

He would be behind an hour, and yet held little worries. His computer analyzed the surounding area of Pinnacle Moon; There was far too many asteroids in the system to come out of hyperspace anywhere near it. It would be still yet another 10 hours before they would arrive to their exact location...

His lips curled to a smile again. He knew Vertigo was fast enough to easily catch-up with Darth Rane durring those fleeting hours after the hyperspace jump. He would be arriving with him. He was sure of it.

The ship ripped through space in a blinding flash, swallowing up the light as it past through, leaving nothing but silence and calm in it's wake.

[Seth TraSven]

*At intervals, Seth would hide the data pad display with his hand whenever a figure of authority was nearby, needless to say, what he was looking up was contraversial in itself.*

*After finally reading each document, Seth terminated his link with the library database having all the relevant files saved to his datapad. He stood and made his way to the exit, feeling somewhat aware of the Jedi Master who was on duty at the library that day as he watched him leave.*

Hmm...I could go there today. Wouldn't be much left of it but there might be the odd chance that...

*He continued to think to himself as he made his way to his personal quarters where he would lie for some hours in deep thought.*

I guess one must sieze the moment, I must find out the secrets of Ossus...

*With that he jumped up and took a small shoulder bag, inside he placed his lightsaber, some maps and star charts, other books and a blaster. He then took a moment to write a note and leave it by his bed hoping this wouldn't get him into too much trouble, he threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way to the hanger bay.*