Post by Fromikeable on Feb 22, 2019 0:11:46 GMT -5
”Master Esvanz, have you seen this portion here on page 38?”
”I have. Fascinating processes seem to be occurring prior to spore cell mitosis.”
”Please review it today and let us know what you find. Master Hirshon’tal?”
”I’ve already sent my padawan out to collect a few tomes from the Archives on multiplicative midichlorians. Regardless of anything, it needs to be recorded.”
”See to it that it is. Who am I forgetting… ah, Master Nokti. What say you of this section on interhost communication?”
”Hard to say at a glance. I know most of the report describes hive-mind behavior, but whether that’s different presences working in tandem or the same presence working in multiple bodies isn’t apparent.”
”That will be your priority then.” Shifting at his podium, Taas slowly scrolled a finger down his holopad, the projection onto a large screen following his commands as he searched. The cadre of Jedi Masters, Knights, and Padawans seated before him in rows were all in varying states of excitement, confusion, and dialogue, most of them furiously scribbling down notes on their own copies of the distributed material.
Taas didn’t know where this dossier on the Archeri Chorus had come from, but it was thorough, to say the least.
”Unless there are any objections, I will begin exploring the methods of spore conveyance.” Flicking the holopad off, the lights in the small lecture hall faded on, the assembled Jedi picking at their bags and holopads as they prepared to leave. ”I will request preliminary reports from you each at the end of the day detailing the specific parameters of your research. And please, do keep in mind that our initial interests are in defense and medical treatment, equally.” A din of consensus sounded from the Jedi before they broke apart, some moving with barely-contained zeal, others clearly deep in thought as they moved slowly.
Taas was in the latter camp. The Plague gave so much to consider at once, it was hard to decide where exactly to begin.
Walking toward the main labs of the Jedi Temple, he couldn’t help but muse how quickly Master Vyshaan had completely changed the direction of his own research. Days ago, he had been working on whims, exploring the viability of trying to quantify the conversion of Force energies to electromagnetic force. Yet with one motion, one outstretched hand holding a thousand page review of the Archeri’s behaviors, short history, and noted observations, every Jedi researcher had dropped their experiments without a second thought.
Most of it was in the interest of sparing the galaxy more of the grizzly fate offered by the Plague, of course, but second to that was ravenous curiosity. With so much speculation and mythos assigned to them, it was every researcher’s dream to peel back the layers of the Chorus and see what exactly it was.
Well, the dream of researchers like Taas, at least. Then again, researchers like him took 45 years to attain the rank of master and had framed letters of scorn from scientific think-tanks in their office.
One could interpret that as they may.
Opening the door to his lab, Taas smiled as the lights flickered on, the equipment within greeting him like a giant, eccentric collection of old friends. Shrugging off his outer robes, they were hung on a coat rack beside the door, replaced with a white lab coat. As Taas clasped the buttons, he motioned at a large holoscreen on the far wall, the surface glowing to life. A series of notifications pinged across the top of the screen, the programming reading them out.
"Finish head researcher's meeting by noon. Check on Experiment 27-A. Log results of Experiment 9-C. Request assistance of Knight Tharen."
"Ah yes." Tapping the holoscreen, Taas let it ring as it called Kilia's comm. The Knight's experience in Sith artifacts was something Taas hoped could be brought to bear on the nature of the Chorus, particularly its origins. There were few older masters that had dealt with such things; artifacts were dangerous business, and difficult to find when there weren't already Sith in the galaxy trying to dig them up themselves.
As the holoscreen connected to her comm, Taas's voice rang out. "Good afternoon young Knight. If you're not predisposed, might I steal you for the day?"
”I have. Fascinating processes seem to be occurring prior to spore cell mitosis.”
”Please review it today and let us know what you find. Master Hirshon’tal?”
”I’ve already sent my padawan out to collect a few tomes from the Archives on multiplicative midichlorians. Regardless of anything, it needs to be recorded.”
”See to it that it is. Who am I forgetting… ah, Master Nokti. What say you of this section on interhost communication?”
”Hard to say at a glance. I know most of the report describes hive-mind behavior, but whether that’s different presences working in tandem or the same presence working in multiple bodies isn’t apparent.”
”That will be your priority then.” Shifting at his podium, Taas slowly scrolled a finger down his holopad, the projection onto a large screen following his commands as he searched. The cadre of Jedi Masters, Knights, and Padawans seated before him in rows were all in varying states of excitement, confusion, and dialogue, most of them furiously scribbling down notes on their own copies of the distributed material.
Taas didn’t know where this dossier on the Archeri Chorus had come from, but it was thorough, to say the least.
”Unless there are any objections, I will begin exploring the methods of spore conveyance.” Flicking the holopad off, the lights in the small lecture hall faded on, the assembled Jedi picking at their bags and holopads as they prepared to leave. ”I will request preliminary reports from you each at the end of the day detailing the specific parameters of your research. And please, do keep in mind that our initial interests are in defense and medical treatment, equally.” A din of consensus sounded from the Jedi before they broke apart, some moving with barely-contained zeal, others clearly deep in thought as they moved slowly.
Taas was in the latter camp. The Plague gave so much to consider at once, it was hard to decide where exactly to begin.
Walking toward the main labs of the Jedi Temple, he couldn’t help but muse how quickly Master Vyshaan had completely changed the direction of his own research. Days ago, he had been working on whims, exploring the viability of trying to quantify the conversion of Force energies to electromagnetic force. Yet with one motion, one outstretched hand holding a thousand page review of the Archeri’s behaviors, short history, and noted observations, every Jedi researcher had dropped their experiments without a second thought.
Most of it was in the interest of sparing the galaxy more of the grizzly fate offered by the Plague, of course, but second to that was ravenous curiosity. With so much speculation and mythos assigned to them, it was every researcher’s dream to peel back the layers of the Chorus and see what exactly it was.
Well, the dream of researchers like Taas, at least. Then again, researchers like him took 45 years to attain the rank of master and had framed letters of scorn from scientific think-tanks in their office.
One could interpret that as they may.
Opening the door to his lab, Taas smiled as the lights flickered on, the equipment within greeting him like a giant, eccentric collection of old friends. Shrugging off his outer robes, they were hung on a coat rack beside the door, replaced with a white lab coat. As Taas clasped the buttons, he motioned at a large holoscreen on the far wall, the surface glowing to life. A series of notifications pinged across the top of the screen, the programming reading them out.
"Finish head researcher's meeting by noon. Check on Experiment 27-A. Log results of Experiment 9-C. Request assistance of Knight Tharen."
"Ah yes." Tapping the holoscreen, Taas let it ring as it called Kilia's comm. The Knight's experience in Sith artifacts was something Taas hoped could be brought to bear on the nature of the Chorus, particularly its origins. There were few older masters that had dealt with such things; artifacts were dangerous business, and difficult to find when there weren't already Sith in the galaxy trying to dig them up themselves.
As the holoscreen connected to her comm, Taas's voice rang out. "Good afternoon young Knight. If you're not predisposed, might I steal you for the day?"
