A Scattered Puzzle Sept 27, 2009 1:09:51 GMT -5
Post by ippo on Sept 27, 2009 1:09:51 GMT -5
TO THE WANDERER,
THE JOURNEY IS THE DESTINATION.
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There was no denial among the ranks of the Jedi. With their dwindling numbers and a Sith-instigated genocide and subjugation of those sensitive to the Force, those of the sacred Order went into self-imposed exile. Generally, when one goes into hiding, a beggar cannot be a chooser. He takes what he gets and runs with it. So if a beggar were to look upon the Jedi's enclave on this green world, he might be rather jealous. Tython, the ancient Jedi homeworld, still held many of its original temples and landmarks, living history of their past. To those investigating the Order, it would be a historian's proverbial goldmine. In their exile, they returned to their ancient holdings, taking their knowledge, their holocrons, their legacy with them. They refurbished the grand temple they now reside in, a beautiful piece of architecture. To this day, they remain in hiding, undiscovered by the vast Sith Empire.
Nestled inside one of the towers, looking over the temple and the woods beyond, a hologram plays itself out on a tabletop. It is a visual of a grand battle, soldiers on both sides of a field, firefights igniting the sky, lightsabers of all colors ignited against a tide of red sabers, crashing into each other. Seated plaintively in his chair, his hood down, was Master Gnost-Dural, a Kel Dor on the Jedi Council as well as Head Keeper of the Jedi Archives. He hrumbled in thought, watching the miniature battle play out, witnessing history from an age gone by, an age no one else would care to pay attention to, at least nowadays.
Why he bothered to review such out-of-place history, only he seemed to know.