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Cajin nodded to Mordranna and the put on his helmet. "Alright. I'll keep up." came his radio-distorted voice.


"I wonder though...can they block grenades?" he asked.


Seals and everything were good.
He made a quick check, flicking his vision to infra-red and back, as the Jedi were jogging ahead of him.
Alright, I can see them that way...contrast isn't very good, ambient temperature is pretty high, but I can still see them for a while. he thought to himself, quickly evaluating the surrounding conditions and the capabilities of his helmet.
He pointed his gun away from the Jedi, flicked a switch on it and aimed it around, checking the computerized aim and rangefinder. Then he switched it off.
After his brief rediagnostics were complete, he said "Check." Again. But it's always nice to be able to check again in the field.


"Do you have a radio? I'll maintain radio silence, but if I need to contact you what frequency pattern and encryption do you use?" he asked.


And, as the Jedi cleared a path with their lightsabers, he commented "Uh...you're leaving a pretty clear trail, if you're worried about the Sith following you."

Angel suddenly woke up to find herself staring at the face of Mordranna. Once she realized how close she was, she quickly staggered to the side, getting out of arm's reach. " This is a pretty clever trap. " she said, motioning towards the holocron. " I assume that's not even a real one, but a trap meant to knock out intruders as it did to me when I reached for it. " She paused for a moment to catch her breath, still being somewhat drained since being KOed. " I guess you came after sensing the energy that thing unleashed to take whoever was in her into Jedi custody. However... " she took out her lightsaber and activated, taking a fighting stance. " ... I can't let you do that. When you showed your skills in our duel on Kashyyk long ago, I couldn't help but respect you as a worthy opponent. Because of that, I don't want to kill you, but I can't let you take me in either. " She turned the power setting of her saber down just enough so her attacks wouldn't be fatal unless she kept hitting a vital spot over and over. " And I can't believe you Jedi would glorify one who was responsible for innocents dying. I saw the datapad of Jedi how died in recent years. One that was listed died over Korriban the very same year my family died in the cross-fire when a Jedi flew his ship kamikaze-style into the transport as I helplessly watched from an escape pod. I guess whoever logged that one was too ashamed to admit what that Jedi actually did to cause his death, and wanted to hide the fact that you Jedi are heartless cowards who don't care for others besides yourselves. " Her rage began to build as she recalled the image of her family's exploding ship. Without another word, she swung her saber at Mordranna.

"Roger." confirmed Cajin, as he heard Mordranna's command. He walked further into the temple and took position.
The Jedi went on deeper into the temple as Cajin remained behind as a sentry, his vision regularly flicking into other spectrums.

Guard duty. he thought to himself. Reminds me of being a Stormtrooper...

Neb staggered forward in the library. To him, it was the knowledge of a thousand eras come and gone, a trove of information. It was a shame that so few jedi even knew of its existance. He himself believed that besides the man standing outside the door watching and guarding, nobody knew the location even.

He had passed Ood's test, demonstrating the use of the light side of the force and non-agression, and he believed his strength as a master helped to identify him quicker than most jedi.

He began walking on the ground floor, until he reached the tree planted in the middle. A trembling hand outstretched, touchign the bark, before quickly snapping back. Neb remembered a story once told to him, and grinned. Memories were not all bad.

He searched through the datafiles, wondering partially where the holocrons resided. While this was a library, it contained more than just jedi information. Lesser important files did not require such effort to hold information. Disks lined up like books do on our shelves.

Skywalker must have updated this a bit.

Neb stared, and found himself in a section dedicated to biographies. He saw a terminal nearby, no doubt used to read the disks. He looked, and brought out a copy of one, watching as his fingers left marks in the dust. Quickly, he put it back, remembering he had other things to do rather than read about history, though the subject intrigued him.

"Where would the holocrons be?" Neb stated, staring at the tree. Suddenly it hit him, harder than pangalactic gargleblaster.

"Silly old wizard!" He exclaimed to himself, as he felt around the base of the stone that encased the tree and its roots. Sure enough, a button was hidden, as he pressed it and watched...

Cale slowly came around for the second time. This time he had a good idea of exactly where he was.
The air was hot and humid, the sounds of a dozen birds echoed in the air,and the ground was moist and porous.
The outlaw cracked an eye open and saw blankets of Green surround him.
"Figures." He muttered as he staggered to his feet. He dusted himself off and took stock of the situation.
He was trapped in a hostile alien enviroment with no supplies, no ammo, no guns and no gadgets. He was being hunted by an angry woman from a race of bounty hunters and trackers. He had no idea where he was and any civilized area he would stumble across would likely be hostile as well. his only equipment were his clothes and his vibroknife. Odds for his survival were rather slim.
"Then again, what does a Corellian care about odds?" He said to himself. He pondered on his situation for a few minutes before deciding upon a plan of action.
He stamped his way to a tree, making clear visible bootprints in the soil. arriving at the tree, he drew his vibroknife and carved a series of strange markings on the tree.
"heh. Time to make mass communication work for me for a change." he said as he finished carving. The outlaw stepped back to admire his handywork and then, moving more cautiosly, snuck into the foliage and tried to make himself scarce.

An hour later, the Hunter Nyalisk crept through the forest, garbed in cammo with her long barreled hunting blaster in hand. over her shoulder was a small hovering cambot that recorded the hunt and transmitted it for broadcast.
Nyalisk paused at the Outlaw's footprints and knelt down to examine them. she looked up to the tree and walked over to examine them as well. the prints and the markings were recent by her estimations. But what was the purpose of the carvings? she wondered. His Basic is unreadable. Either poor handwriting, or an accent or language Im unfamiliar with. But what is he trying to- she looked over her shoulder at the floating cambot and figured it out imediately. it was some form of S.O.S. Crafty human slime. very crafty. she stepped back and discharged her rifle full at the markings. the Tree toppled over as its trunk was reduced to ashes.

Aways away, Cale was trying to remember the camo lessons he learned in his mercenary days when he heard the bolt discharge and the tree collapse.
"Didn't think it would last long. But at least I know she doesnt have a silencer." he muttered as he finished masking his face.
He gripped his knife and looked back in Nyalisk's direction, his jaw set resolutely. "If you think im gonna make this easy for you, you Rodians are in for a bit of a shock. Im pretty good at this survival crap."

Mordranna sighed as she extinguished her blade, easily evading the Force Storm. "And, for that, I do admire you," she merely stated. "But, war isn't choosy about how it is resolved, and it is indeed a shame. I will not take a life if it can be avoided," Mordranna set to heave Valycia over her shoulder. Still, she couldn't take any chances, hooking Valycia's saber to her belt next to hers. This must be her new blade, she reflected, taking but a moment to admire her handiwork. She then used the handcuffs that were on her belt, and placed her hands in front of her, and then hoisted the young woman on her shoulder. "I'll take you to Master Neb. Hopefully, we can redeem you. So far, it does seem that you are on the right track, and I wish to awaken the goodness within you,"