Chamber of the Octahedron Holocron

[projectsunfire]

In the Older parts of the Temple can be found a quiet and well lit room. It's floor is covered by soft carpet, and it's walls are simple. In the Center of the room stands a solitary cylindrical stone table. Some say it rests vertically over the great nexus in the force located beneath the temple. Though that is just speculation as not many remember its building. A small blue crystaline Octahedron floats in an anti-gravity lattice over a table. It's surface is covered in archaic Jedi symbols. As you approach, the relic soflty glows a deep blue. Even before your finger traces over the small symbols upon its surface you feel drawn to the object. After a moments silence a figure forms, made of silvery blue light, above the artifact.

"Greetings Jedi, I am the keeper of the Octahedron Holocron." The voice says in a soothing near monotone, reminiscent of a large piped instrument. "I am Master Drev'ya survivor of the Great Sith War. What question would you ask of me?" The strange ethereal Jedi bows its head in acknowledgement.

[Mican Daniels]

The boy stepped into the chamber, awed by the sight of his first holocron. The simplicity of the room had a sort of calming influence on him as he went to ask his questions to the gatekeeper. Mican wondered a little how such a machine could work, holding all of a master jedi's secrets in such a small space. He would need to read up on that, soon.

He listened quietly as it introduced itself, then began speaking "Hello Master Drev'ya, I am Mican Daniels. I am just a youngling, so I have a lot of questions. I don't know much about what you can teach me, but can you teach me how to better discipline myself? " He sighed, he never did have a lot of confidence in his abilities, even if he was good enough for padawan-ship. "I am...afraid of a lot of things. Most of all I am afraid that I am not ready to be a padawan. Do you have any way you can help me?"

[projectsunfire]

The holographic image of the old Grand Master shimmered ethereally as it listened to the younglings words. When the child had finished it bowed its head reverently and spoke in its almost monotone fashion.

"Youngling Daniels, I can answer many questions. I have vast sums of knowledge involving the history of the Jeedi." The chitinous plates on the holograms face stopped moving for a moment and the hologram seemed to draw a raspy breath. "As to your desire to become better disciplined. It is a long process better suited to a living master. Though I perceive you have already come part way in this process as you come seeking discipline."

The chitinous plates on the holograms face made a soft popping noise as the keeper of the holocron considered the Younglings concerns. "Fear is but an emotion Youngling Daniels. One that that every Jedi must keep control of. Though, fear can be shed, through meditation on the true nature of the force." The Hologram of the long dead Grand Master made the slightest of gestures with one of it's tentacle like arms. "As to when you are ready... You will know." The chitinous plates on the Holographic Krevaaki's face seemed to almost form into what would pass as a comforting smile. "And so will your masters. The force wills such things to occur. It is not our place to rush readiness. Only to be prepared when our destiny comes to light."

[Mican Daniels]

Mican meditated on the words the holocron had spoken to him for a moment, then bowed. "Thank you Master. I wish to meditate on your words further, so I hope to...ummmm...see you again soon." He backed away for a few moments, then he spun on his foot, leaving the room with renewed fervor and heading towards the courtyard to meditate on what he had heard.

[projectsunfire]

((good RP, for your start. When your character leaves an area it is always nice to let people who enter later that you've left by saying ((Moved to "location")) Just so people know you arent around anymore))

[jacksonbrown]

As he walked throughout the temple Jackson noticed he was getting to a part of the temple he was not familiar with. The walls and floors looked some what older then other parts of the temple. He continued down a hall and made his way into a well lit room. At the entrance of the room he could almost make out some of the ancient Jedi print. From what he understood from it was 'Holocron'. That was all Jackson could make out, he remembered the same markings from books he read in the Archives.

In the middle of the room was a cylindrical stone table. Jackson stood still looking at the table. Above it a small blue glare gently shined onto it. Each step Jackson took the blue glare got larger, and it was like he was drawn toward it. When he walked up to the table he could tell it was a holocron, a figure with his back to Jackson appeared.

Jackson bowed onto one knee, his head bent toward the ground. He stood still in this position until the holocron figured turned around and peered down at him.

"Greetings young Jedi, I am the keeper of the Octahedron Holocron." He out stretched his hands, in acknowledgment of allowing the young Jedi to stand to his feet. "I am Master Drev'ya, survivor of the Great Sith War. What question would you ask of me?" He brought his hands back together and hid them within the sleeves of his cloak and rested them at his belly.

Jackson stood up and looked at the holocron of the ancient Jedi Master. He was in shock that this being was still here in his time, reflected through this holocron, what wisdom this Master must have, he thought to himself.

"Where did the Jedi originally form from?" was all he could think of off the top of his head.

The chitinous plates on the Krevaaki's face turned into what seemed like a smirk. "Interested you are in the Jedi sect, knowledge is your ally.." Jackson was indeed interested in the Jedi, he always had his nose buried in old books about old wars in the Archives. He tried his best to take in everything he read about the epic Jedi battles, the ones we won and even the ones we lost.

"Originally formed as a philosophical study group situated on the planet Tython, the Jedi became revered as guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy" He nodded toward the young learner.

"Is there anything else you would like to ask me young Jackson?"

Shocked the holocron knew his name Jackson shook his head. "Not at the moment Master Drev'ya, but tomorrow I would like to come back and learn about this Great Sith War you were in, and the struggles you embarked yourself with during it"

"Of course young one, I'm always here for your guidance of the force, and any concerns you may have, at any hour" he gave a short nod toward the young Jedi, finishing their conversation.

Jackson gave another kneeling bow to the Jedi Master in the holocron, and turned on his heel. He briskly threw up his hood on his cloak and headed toward the hall he just came down. The blue glow slowly disappeared behind him the farther he was away from the cylindrical stone table. He would be back tomorrow with another question for the great Jedi Master. For now he was off to his chambers to get some shut eye.

[lion]

"I need to know, how did you do this?"

The question, barely croaked over the rasp of strained vocal chords held tense and choked, seemed to bounce from the walls of the chamber regardless, as if the very room itself were specially shaped to reverberate. Sparse as the chamber was, mirroring the spartan nature of Jedi existence itself, the chamber was nevertheless resplendent in the eyes of the Force; ablaze with the power both from the holocron hovering in its field above the table and from what felt to be signatures of Jedi, echoes of those who had at some point sought the wisdom held within the very room. It were as if their presence, too, echoed from the walls, and were he not so occupied elsewhere, a dishevelled Fenn Soran no doubt would have found himself wondering if his own spark would linger here long after he departed, for other Jedi in the long future to sense and wonder in their own way. 

Were he not so otherwise occupied.

No, the visit to the Octohedron, to the highly regarded Master Drev'ya, was not one of reflection on the Force but a far, far more personal matter. Urgency drove the Padawan perhaps as equally as the raw emotion burning up in him, tugging at his stomach and twisting it into a vacuous knot of pressure that threatened to consume him. The Jedi Temple was a large place, but a full place; it had been difficult to find silence enough to even think, leave-alone meditate on what had happened, but as Fenn's options narrowed, desperation drove him to seek out wisdom he'd not otherwise considered.

The holocron's gatekeeper, the elder Jedi glowing in its soft blue light as if summoned from the ethereal itself, mirrored the silence of the chamber. Chitinous plates and insectoid features shifted in an expression of contemplation, almost studious of the being before it, but nothing came; no words, no sage advice or platitudes. Just silence, the sounds of nothing but the gentle hum of the Holocron itself, and the subsiding echoes around them. For several uninterrupted sections the sound of next-to-nothing filled the room, but rather than ignorance or disinterest, Fenn could see the ploy; Master Drev'ya simply offered the floor.

Taking a moment to steady himself, a long breath to calm the mind and the nerves, Fenn could feel himself already begin to wind up all the more; another gut-wrenching pull that seemingly threatened to undo him. When he finally spoke, could finally bring himself around to look up and regard the elder Jedi image floating before him, the boy's voice lacked any conviction; it seemed to quiver against even the dead air between speaker and listener. 

"I don't know if I can be a Jedi, master. I-I want to, I always have, but now that I'm so close..." The Bothan started, rounding the table slowly, his hands gesturing limply as if trying to pluck the very words from the air that could better articulate his thoughts before simply falling back down to his sides. "I don't know if I can."

Silence again; no response other than an expression that Fenn could only guess was curiosity or uncertainty. Could a Holocron be confused? It wasn't the first time the Bothan had used one, but none of the instructional holocrons were to this level of sophistication and depth; perhaps it behaved differently? Regardless, the silence yielded space and Fenn had no issue in taking it; the boy's fur rippling into near tangles as a surge of tension gripped him again.

"The Trial of Spirit brought up some things I thought I had gotten past, Master, but it only highlighted my doubts." The boy started, the Padawan ceasing his round of the table, simply allowing himself to stand equidistant from the door and table itself. "I've tried to do what's right, to follow my instincts and trust in the Force, and each time, it's cost me dearly."

More silence, this time Fenn wasted no time in continuing, his broken gaze beginning to drift ever so slightly. Fur rippled again, a wave of dejection and veiled shame washing over the youth in a blatantly obvious display, left nevertheless unquestioned by its audience.

"The first time, I lost a good friend, maybe even more than that. The second time, Master, I endangered my own Master and was nearly myself killed. How is that Jedi-like?" Fenn continued, steadying himself with another breath, finding the influx of stale-scented oxygen to be far less relaxing on each stuffy, near sniffled inhale.

Doubt, the boy could feel, ever so slightly began to tip, further and further toward frustration. Silence once more from the insectoid holocron-image before him was no help, and Fenn couldn't help but find himself balling his hands into fists for a second or two. Shaking, the Padawan's hands tightened; claws pressed to palm, but it was only in acknowledging the lapse that Fenn forced himself to try to relax.

"I just...I need to know I'll be okay, Master. I want to do the right thing for the Republic and the Jedi, I try my best to be there, but.."Fenn started, only to find himself pause; as if the very words jammed in his throat and failed to dislodge. Once more, the boy took a breath to steady, deep and quivered, but it was clear that the cracks in the armour were beginning to widen; ever so subtle trails of dampness beginning to form from the corners of his eyes and down his muzzled face.

Biting down, another hard breath sought to rally against the pressure and struggled, leaving the Bothan only all the more stressed in appearance. Shaking fists bunched tight enough to white-knuckle, fur rippled and tangled itself into painfully tight knots that threatened to out and out pull the follicles from the skin, but the display was only momentary; the fight to bring at least a relatively calm expression was soon temporarily won and Fenn could bring himself to regard the blue image before him.

Once more, silence, and this time it brought on a bleated chuckle; the crack of laughter from Fenn snapping from the walls for a moment or two.

"Either you're thinking, Master, or trying to trick me into treating myself."Fenn started, the tone in his voice carrying an odd measure of mirth and ever so subtly veiled derision as a smile ever so fleetingly crossed the young man's face. How typical of the Jedi way; seeking advice only to be met with nothing more than himself. Was this perhaps Master Drev'ya's style of advising? Simply to allow someone seeking wisdom to find it themselves?

A blink from ever reddening, wet eyes helped cast aside some of mild irritation beginning to form, and with another careful breath, Fenn could feel himself steady all the more. It felt good to let out his concerns, to be able to let the burden slip from his shoulders even for a moment, but it felt as if much of the weight still remained upon him nonetheless. A momentary release of the valves, nothing more; the dam still held back what felt like a tide.

But at least there seemed to be a moment of clarity, however fleeting, that shone through. Perhaps Master Drev'ya's silence was all Fenn needed? Was it advice he had come to seek, or merely someone to listen? The Bothan couldn't help but wonder; countless times he had read that simply allowing one to talk out their concerns could be enough to assist in aiding those who needed it, but was that enough in this case? Sure, he'd expressed his doubts, but Fenn knew it wasn't as if they were gone simply because a Holocron knew about them.

And yet...Maybe it was? Through all the haze of confusion, doubt and sorrow welling up in the boy, there now lingered a sense of doubt fighting against it all. Had he been looking at this all wrong? There had been many Jedi before him who'd undergone the Trials, no doubt many of whom were under even more contentious circumstances; perhaps Fenn's doubts were not of fear but a natural reaction?

The Bothan could only find himself more confused by it, and with a momentary closing of his eyes, sought to banish the thoughts completely from his mind; reaching down into his own consciousness in an effort to achieve a more meditative state of mind. It was a thought perhaps for another time, one where he was perhaps upon steadier ground, but not one for the moment.

Rather than engage with the elder Jedi, however, with a minute wave of the hand Fenn reached out with the Force to nudge the Holocron, shutting it off and sending the image of Master Drev'ya back into his octohedron home, leaving the Padawan alone. Somehow, the room seemed even quieter, but rather than find himself disturbed by the lack of sound, Fenn instead found an odd sense of calm, as if tension had momentarily passed. The eye of the emotional storm, as it was, but at least in the temporary relaxation there was something to be enjoyed.

Walking to the table, Fenn allowed his palms to press to the surface, letting his arms bear some of his weight, glancing toward the floating prism before him as if staring through it, only to look back down to the humble surface of the stone table before him. Guilt sagged the boy's shoulders, but it was only subtle.

"I miss her, you know. A lot more than I know I should. It hurt having to go through that again today, Master, more knowing what the end of it meant, but..." Fenn whispered, quietly, as if almost conspiring with the holocron rather than confiding in it, his voice low and fragile. "I think I realised what it meant to at least let go, for a little while. Maybe that's what I need to do, right?"

Once again, no words, but Fenn couldn't help but find himself chuckling again at the lack of response, rather than becoming angry with it, allowing himself to simply enjoy the mirth for the time being as he brought the sleeve of his robe up to wipe at his eyes.

"Thank you, Master."

[tepigturtwig]

Jerek walked into the chamber. He remained calm, and observed that no one else was there. So, he walked up the the holocron, and knelt. He had asked it many things while a youngling, and could recite its introduction almost from memory. However, today, he had a very personal question to ask it. 

"Greetings, padawan. Have you come to ask me a question?" Asked the holocron. Jerek stilled his nerves, and settled down his robe. He hoped the question would not seem to absurd or selfish, and wondered if the holocron could help him. But, he had to try. "I have a question to ask you, master. I know you are very wise, and provide great knowledge for those that need guidance. However, I have a question that you may not be allowed to answer. How can I pass my Trial of Spirit? I have yet to take it, and I don't know what to do, how to silence the darkness and end it. How did you?"

The master gave a slight smile. "I don't know what your inner fear is, but in essence, it would be similar to mine. I simply had to prove that I wasn't that darkness, and then conquer it, and shove it into the past. Maybe you should try the same."

"Thank you, Master," said the padawan, "I wish to take it soon, and by soon, I mean, almost immediately. I have not passed taken a trial in a few years, with the only one I have taken being the Trial of Flesh, which I passed. But that is nothing like the trials that face me in the future. Thank you again, Master."