The Force Is All Things And I Am The Force (Coruscant 19ABY)

[GreyJedi]

Beneath the top-level structures, streets and glistening lights of the city surface was Coruscant's underworld. It was accessible by huge portals that additionally served as ventilation shafts. The underworld was a massive city beneath a city with hundreds of levels built on top of each other. The streets and alleyways were narrow and large sections contained massive buildings and warehouses, largely abandoned. Galen Wolfrus had managed to make his way through the bazaars and tons of people selling and buying various items as well as scamming others with trinkets claiming wealth or immortality. Sunlight almost never reached the lower levels, which had to be artificially lit so Galen Wolfrus' face had been shown by illumination from lights on the pylons of the lower sections of Skyscrapers.

Wearing old Clone Trooper armor, which all insignia scratched, burnt or shot off, people wouldn't have an idea of what they were from. Galen's way came off as the Bounty Hunter type. His blaster was attached to his belt but his lightsaber was hidden. Attached with in his leather boot, he kept it for serious emergencies. Even though his connection to the force had been severed long ago, he did manage to feel a bit of the force flow through him in certain instants.

Galen was looking at his "contract" and shaking his head. managing to make his way through the crowds of people. The order didn't make sense. Meet a contact at the Old Jedi Temple. Nothing more, nothing less. Only reason why he had taken the job was when the order had reached him, 25K credits had been placed into the off world account. Galen had walked towards the maglev train station that made it's way closer to the Jedi Temple. Why he took this job was behind him.

"ALL ABOARD!" the conductor droid had screamed.

Galen had made his way on to the maglev train which was going to be headed towards The Temple District of Coruscant. The Temple district is a series of city blocks on Coruscant that was jointly overseen by the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic until 19BBY. Now it lays waste to some of the homeless that dwell around the Temple. Galen, as the train stopped, got off and headed towards the temple grounds.Going through stepping over people laying on the street and alleys, Galen looked up to the Temple mere blocks away. He proceeded on keeping his hand close to his blaster. As he got closer, that feeling had started to slowly wash over him again, that feeling that who he was looking for was close. He kept his guard up and also shook his book to make sure his lightsaber was at the ready as well.

[SWSF Eidolon]

  Thirty-Eight Years since the Jedi Purge began.

  Nineteen years after the destruction of the First Death Star and Fifteen years since the destruction of the Second.  Surely no force could ever construct such monstrous technological terrors again..


  The Coruscant Underworld teems with life, and the end of it.  Just as the Fall of the Republic and Rise of the Empire brought no change here, nor did the Fall of the Empire and relegation of the entire Old Senate (Imperial City) district change anything here now.  While the New Republic Capitol and Senate was a quarter-century long rotating elected position now and currently located on Hosnian Prime to where Coruscant sent its own Senatorial Representation, the confluence of the Perlemian Route and Corellian Run had not shifted.  To the hundreds of billion other inhabitants of the Glimmering City World, life continued as usual, especially on the outlying extreme fringes of ‘civilized’ society.

   The Jedi Temple had come to be and rose with the world around it.  The lowest levels of the Old Temple rested in the Underworld, while the long ruined and neglected Ziggurat and crumbled Spires were still visible in some surface form.  It was said only a Jedi could navigate the eons old both treacherous and mysterious path from bottom to top.  At any rate, no one who made their life or wasted it away in the community surrounding the lowest levels peddled in much concern for ‘surface life’.  If there was a bright center to the Underworld, this was actually it, but given the context that wasn’t saying much.

   Strings of Merchants, by any stretch of the term, shouted their slogans and stock from their ramshackle and hover-shaw stalls.  Foods, Services, Goods, Information, Spirituals anything the low-level Consumer could desire could be found throughout the District.  Throngs of consumers and idle-eyers lined the narrow artificially yellow-lit streets, creating an uproar of babble of a thousand languages by a thousand species across a swell of hundreds of thousands of bodies.

    A weathered armor-clad individual waded through the crowds closer to the Base Temple Walls as crouched in the shadows upon an improvised cat-walk above a gaping several dozen meter tall unintended access point in the Temple Walls, a pair of eyes caught sight of his focused direction amidst the otherwise meandering mob.

    This person was surely the arriving consort of the other third body lurking within whom the perched hidden one had now long stalked.  It was confirmation of his suspicions after all, and invoked the legality of his purpose.  The Death Warrant was all but signed.

    As the armor-clad shadowed man passed beneath, he’d seemed to hesitate slightly and check the readiness of his armaments.   The other third being stepped out of the shadows as the armored man entered the Temple Walls.  It was a Gand, his darkened lense eye goggles and hooded form unmistakable along with his belly length trunk or snout.  They dealt in information on the Bothan scale, and were long known Imperial collaborators.

   He zip-squeaked out his greetings, “[Galen Wolfrus?, Im with the First Or..” *PEW!* “GAAAAKK!!!!!”
   
   The snouted sleuth had no sooner begun to greet his expensive contact before a red blaster bolt screached out piercing the air between the two, both half severing his hanging nose appendage while cutting through his mid breast section and sending him immediately slumped to the ground gurgling.  The Bounty Hunter had begun to react immediately as the shadowed assailant leapt down from his perched place of hiding seeming to repel from an unseen anchor point and activating a short-lived single angle personal deflector shield,

  “Hold your fire Bounty Hunter! New Republic Intelligence!,” he shouted holding out his open palm in blocking fashion while crouched defensively now..

[GreyJedi]

Galen Wolfrus' reaction was almost immediate. Instead of reaching for his Lightsaber in his boot, he grabbed his blaster from his side, unclipping it from his belt and looking around and then seeing the gentleman with the personal defector shield. He aimed his blaster directly at him but seeing the shield, Galen did not fire. When he heard him speak Galen kept his defense up and aimed at the Officer.

"What is it you want from me "New Republic Intelligence" Officer, or I should ask, Why are you killing my pay day?"

Galen was a bit miffed. His blaster, a DL-44 Blaster Pistol, was still aimed at the man who walked towards him. 

"Pretty sure the 25 thousand credits that had already been given to me for this job, whatever it may be, will most likely be wanted back because you happened to fry the only way I was going to know more of the mission!"

Just out of anger Galen popped a shot off from his pistol but deliberately shot away from the Intelligence Officer missing him. Galen Wolfrus would of found out exactly what he was hired to find here at the Jedi Temple. Whether it would of been a Holocron, a Lightsaber some one wanted as a collectible of days past or maybe some one had been missing and managed to hide out in the bowel of the now dilapidated, once beautiful, Jedi Temple. 

"You've got about 15 seconds to tell me everything before I shoot you between the eyes officer! I'll be able to do it because seeing as your Personal Shield there has, roughly, 30 second before it requires a charge"

Galen stared and waited semi-calmly for a response.  

[SWSF Eidolon]

  With the intentionally errant shot and the announced grace period, the previously hidden assailant stood from his crouched stance while deactivating his shield generator.  He wore a blackened and olive shaded stealthy form of light armor with a collapse-back head and face shield that was currently collapsed.  Securing his blaster rifles sling at his back and pulling a puck from his hip, he tossed it to the Bounty Hunter.  It activated upon his catching it displaying an ‘Official New Republic Death Warrant’ hologram, presumably for the now dead being.

  “Twenty-seconds actually, but I guess our equipment in the government service arena is always out-classed by you For Hire types,” the self-identified New Republic spook corrected.

  “Lieutenant Verose, NRIS, Agent Number Three Eighty-Two.  This guy’s Moreck Ulasse, First Order intermediary,” he began while casually strolling over to and rolling the dead mans body over with an oomph, checking his holdings swiftly yet thoroughly, 

  “Sorry to cut down your pay day, but if I’d waited til you took to job, I’d be doing double the data work.  The Judiciary frowns on Non-Warrant Kills.  They do still love Seizure of Belligerent Funding though,” he continued while now reluctantly removing the deceased’s boots with some degree of effort, wrinkling his nose and slightly choking on the unique body odor.

  The Bounty Hunter had tossed the puck back to the Intel Services Lieutenant by now and seemed to lose interest in him while taking further visual stock of the interior surroundings of the lowest level of the Temple,

  “..so if you want to push it and file a grievance with the Guild for Interference, I can file the appropriate subcommittee claim for 25k of First Order Sanction Violations orrrr, you can keep it,”

  Verose had begun to trail off in focused purpose while the two men seemed to grow quickly dismissive of one another.  As he tipped the second removed boot from the dead Gand, a small cylindrical fob with a blinking red light fell out and in to his hand,

  “..jackpot,” he said aloud quietly to himself while standing to hold it up to the intruding exterior yellow light between his thumb and index.

  “..or you can keep it, get the hell out of the Core.. and I’ll keep pretending like you weren’t moments from being a First Order Contract Killer..” he finished his sermon while still holding the small blinking cylinder up to the little light beaming in through the large gaping failure in the exterior base temple wall.

  A brewing commotion outside from the thronged marketplace had yet to break the Lieutenant’s attention before a sharp pinch and slicing red lance blew across his extended hand, taking the blinking cylinder and two fingers with it.

  The blast had skirted across the chest plate of his reactive ultra-light armor, which itself with advanced threat sensing reactive tech had extended the collapsing full-head helmet and helped send him bent back in a clumsy acrobatic maneuver, tumbling in reverse head over heel helping his torso avoid the same fate of his cleaved digits.  His shoulder slung rifle was thrown off while he rolled briefly until stopped abruptly by a wall and laid over amidst the millennia old debris cradling his maimed hand against his newly scathed armor that still smoked  The shock had deafened him to all but a high pitched ring.  As he gained some sense of composure in the slow moving moments after, a hail of red bolts was already pecking down around him sending chunks of the floor and dust up in the air and flinging about.

  *PEW*  *AGGGHH!!*  *PEW PEW PEW!*  *PEW PEW!* *PEW PEW PEW!* *PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW!*

  The armored Bounty Hunter had sprung to immediate action, darting to and fro in something between martial and animal fashion, returning fire from shifting points of cover.  As blaster smoke and debris clouds filled the dim air, Verose was scooped up by the freelancer.  Focusing behind them as he was half carried and half dragged deeper in to the lowest temple level, he caught sight of several gleaming white-armor clad figures pouring in through the gaping wall hole, led by a distinctly towering chrome-armored and red caped warrior.  Just outside, the idle whine of the repulsor engines of a starship filled out the background and it's flood lights now cast illuminating cones inward.  They had traveled several dozen meters further into the ancient temple darkness before he was dropped behind an ancient toppled stone pillar

  He pulled a cloth from one of his belt compartments and wrapped it around his badly wounded and traumatized hand.  Touching another small instrument he’d produced from his wares to the cloth, it quickly fit itself to snug partial glove form and solidified around the wound sealing and temporarily treating it.  Perhaps a total of half a minute had passed since the shot that blew of his fingers and scathed his armor was fired.  The pain killers, adrenaline and healing properties of the advanced med-glove were taking effect allowing him to slightly steady himself to a crouched kneel and begin returning fire blindly over the pillar with his unholstered blaster pistol..

  *PEW PEW PEW* *PEW PEW!* *PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW!*  *PEW PEW!* *PEW PEW PEW PEW!*


  TBC by GreyJedi!

[GreyJedi]

Galen had placed Verose behind a fallen Jedi Temple Guard statue as the blaster fire pelted and pummeled the stone work around them. Galen had returned fire a few times and a few times more with no avail. Galen had looked at Verose and nodded. He looked down the temple hall and then back to Verose. The lower level of the temple seemed to light up further down the line as the blaster fire managed to get past them. Galen shot a few more shots as he then looked again behind him to see what looked like a disabled lift tunnel. The lift seemed to be hanging half way out of the entry point and the other half, well which could not be seen, was either there or the lift car had been half destroyed and laying on the bottom of the tube. Galen looked to Verose and then back down the hall. 


"Verose, Down the hall, about 50 meters or so, there is a lift. Get behind the lift car. I suggest firing a few shots as well. Get their attention."


Verose had nodded his head and stood up and started running as fast he as could down the corridor. Blasting a few shots over his shoulder as he headed towards that car. Galen had stood up as Verose set down a bit of what could be described as "cover fire" and walked directly in front of the fallen guard statue. He closed his eyes, as the blaster bolts from Verose and the F.O. Troopers whizzed past him, and he took a deep breathe. He lifted his right hand and concentrated. Nothing. A blaster bolt had managed to hit a few spots right next to him on the statue. Galen had shook his head and concentrated again. It took a second, being the fact that He was a Jedi, but cut his ties to the force as best he could, but his Lightsaber managed to fly from his boot and into his right hand. Galen stood ready in the form of Soresu. He ignited his Lightsaber. A Purple hugh can be seen as Verose got to the downed car. 


"A Jedi!!??"


Verose had thought they were all extinct. Galen had stood there as the blaster fire ceased. 


"IT'S A JEDI!!! KILL HIM!"


One of the First Order Troopers screamed. The Blaster fire seemed to triple in rate as Galen managed to block a shot here, a shot there, reflecting a shot back. A trooper had began to run at Galen and took a shoot. Galen reflected the blaster bolt back into the Troopers chest, killing him instantly. Galen had managed to get around the statue as the troopers pushed forward. Galen had stepped back, reflecting the bolts. Suddenly the blaster fire stopped and Galen could hear a heavy foot coming towards them both. Galen stood about 30 meters from Verose when the Silver cladded trooper became visible.  


"A Jedi! I thought you were all extinct! Oh this would be an amazing notch in my career and fast track me to the Upper echelon! But i digress, Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Phasma!"


Phasma stood before Galen Wolfrus and Galen could just feel the over size grin with in that shiny piss bucket helmet upon her head. 


"Captain Phasma, I've heard a lot about you. Nothing good I can assure you."


"Oh, Jedi, You flatter me! But, I see you're quite rude not introducing yourself to me. So in that case.......OPEN FIRE!"


Phasma as well as the other FIRST ORDER TROOPERS managed to begin a much bigger berage of blaster fire towards Galen. Blocking all that he could until it got too heavy. Galen managed to conjure up a Force Throw and with a swing of his hand, a pile of rocks and such was flung towards all the F.O Troops. Galen turned around and hightailed it towards Verose.


"Jump! Jump NOW!"

TBC SWSF Eidolon

[SWSF Eidolon]

..the Mission had already proven far more than he'd hoped to deal with when the moment struck that left him minus two digits.  There was something about the Bounty Hunter as he'd first approached the Base Temple interior and then something about his reactions that seemed unusual.  He knew he was getting too comfortable when he signed off on the declination of Support.  Now what seemed like an entire squad or maybe platoon of First Order troopers swarmed him and his circumstantial ally.

  When the Bounty Hunter gave him direction, he obliged as if ordered by a superior New Republic officer in the past.  It was part the numbing and side effects of the medicines the advanced med-glove were pumping in to his body, and part the seeming trusted nature of the speaker.  Caleb Verose had reached the half-mangled liftcar slightly ahead of the darkened shaft and turned when reaching cover to continue some cover fire with his blaster pistol.  By then, it seemed the Bounty Hunter didn't need it.

  He wielded a lightsaber and was deflecting and returning blasts while darting to and fro from exposed to cover to engagement to fallbacks.  The intensity of the incoming laser blasts seemed to lighten as the saber-wielding Bounty Hunter fell further back in to the base Temple level and closer to where Verose was hunkered down still offering return fire.  There was a pause in the frantic exchange as who was likely the Chrome-clad stormtrooper and the Bounty Hunter traded barbs.

  The blaster fire of the Chrome-dome led troopers again erupted in a previously not experienced flurry.  Amidst the snaps, howls and cracks there was then a great clamour of crumbled stone wall material as the remaining standing portions of which seemed to contribute dust and chunks as well as they cracked and rumbled.  The Bounty Hunter, or whoever he was, was now sprinting towards the crouched peering Verose as the space behind him was filled in with what seemed an imploding structure.

  "Jump! Jump Now!" he shouted as Verose turned and now ran alongside him as they both leapt down in to the empty lift shaft.

His reactive armor suit had attempted to arrest his leap, sending him in to an awkward free fall down the shaft in what was quickly perceived by Verose to be far more than a safe distance fall for your standard human being.  Some misguided instinct caused him to flap his arms about as though he might grow feathers and gain control of his descent.  Time had been moving slow since a lash of red blaster fire had cleaved a good chunk of two of his fingers off and atomized the tiny data cylinder he'd pulled from the dead Gand.  It moved even slower now as his free-fall was stalled to a gentle downward glide as though his frantic arm flapping was paying off.

He hit the ground feet first still with a degree of force enough to cause him to stumble forward and skid on his chest.  With a groan he rolled over and was engulfed in the utter black darkness of what must be the subterranean levels of the Old Jedi Temple.  Tapping a hidden button on his lapel, a tiny but bright lantern activated on his shoulder casting a fair amount of light around him.

His new compatriot stood over him, extending a hand to help pull him to his feet.  Dusting himself off and glancing about, Verose commented,

"They're never gonna let me outta debriefing for this one...  who the hell are you?"



TBC by Grey Jedi

[GreyJedi]

As he lifted Caleb Verose up off the ground and He ignited the little lantern on on his shoulder, Verose had asked him who he was. Galen just nodded and looked around and then back to Caleb.

"The name is Galen Wolfrus. Jedi Knight. I started my Jedi training years ago at the height of the the Clone Wars. I was just a kid. When I was about four my parents had worked for the Republic as helmsmen on the FREEDOM Star Destroyer. "

Galen had shook his head. Even at this age, his mid 40's, it still shook him to his core. He heard something behind him and turned around, Lightsaber still in hand, and noticed a mouse droid that had managed to make its way to the catacombs. He had remained quiet for a second and then looked to Caleb. And with out a beat he spoke again.

"This way. There has to be an opening this way that can get us at least into he main hall of the Temple. This way we can figure out what we can find around here."

Galen had made his way slowly into the darkness. As he walked he looked at Caleb and nodded.

"So, as i was saying. As the Clone Wars started, the FREEDOM was the first Destroyer destroyed by the Separatists. So, Apparently I had been on a list of "Force Sensitive" children. I was Five when i met Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. They had been put on a mission, Secret mission, to collect Force Sensitive Children to bring back to the temple. This Temple. There had been a few other Temples in the Galaxy, but this one was the main training center. So, I was brought here and began training. I was assigned a master when i was 15. This is when my life had changed completely. My first mission was to Florrum to talk to a Pirate leader named Hondo. Of course we got into the Planets orbit and our Clone troopers attacked us. My Master managed to get me into the Escape Pod and ejected me as he was shot down. I got about 100 meters from the ship, the last escape pods ejected and then exploded. I landed on Florrum, ditched my Lightsaber and tunic and stole clothing. A few weeks later on found myself on Nar Shadda and became a bounty hunter. I also managed to some how cut myself off from the Force so I wouldnt be detected but being here, I feel it stronger then ever!"

Galen had stopped dead in his tracks and closed his eyes. He felt something. Something that He hadnt felt in YEARS. An Aura that had not been felt since He was trained All those years before.

"Something is here. We need to find what I am feeling"



TBC SWSR Eidolon

[SWSF Eidolon]

  Caleb had pulled himself together and was inspecting his wounded but medically sealed and treated hand as be began trekking after Galen who was by now a few steps ahead of him.  The mouse droid was now rolling slowly along with them between the two, occasionally emitting a series of low beeps and squeaks.

  "Well thanks for the history lesson Wolfrus, but the Main Hall?  Isn't that about a thousand levels up?"

  He didn't believe most of what the Bounty Hunter had just spelled out for him, but then again, the performance he'd put on with those First Order troopers and the strange moment of corrected gliding during his fall did lend it some credence, still, it was too soon to trust him as honest, or as a true ally.

  "About twelve-hundred levels actually," Galen answered him.

  They tread forward in the relative darkness other than the immediate area around them illuminated by Caleb Verose's shoulder lantern, exchanging brief snippets of information back and forth.  Caleb took it all with a grain of salt.  This wasn't the first individual he'd encountered in his service with the New Republic Intel Services who claimed to be a Jedi.  Most of the others were obvious impersonators, attention seekers, or generally mentally defunct individuals who genuinely believed in their powers. 

  "...so yeah, you could say I'm from Alderaan, but I don't really remember much of it aside from the Appenza slopes.  And even that, all I remember is the snow.." Caleb was caught in a bit of reminiscing while inspecting the ornate wall carvings they were now passing, rubbing the ages old dust off them with his uninjured hand as he passed.

  "..your father, who was he?" Galen asked while stopping at a junction in the corridor.

  Caleb arrived next to him in the span of a few steps, and the mouse droid that was now accompanying them did not hesitate to turn left and scurry off ahead of them.

  "General Calgan Verose, Rebel Alliance and New Republic SpecForce, he died a few years after Jakku in a Remnant Attack at Ithor.  They tell me the Hammerheads erected a habitat in his honor, but I haven't been there to see it yet.."

  They paused a few moments at the hallway intersection.  The mouse droid had returned from the path it'd taken and was chattering away at the two men in an apparent effort to bid them follow.

  "Whaddya think? Droid know its way around?" Caleb solicited Galen for his thoughts.

  The elder supposed Jedi Knight closed his eyes in concentration before answering,

  "It wants us to follow, but that's not the way up."

  Caleb took a moment to direct his shoulder lantern in each of the three directions assessing the options, then more specifically to the small boxy wheeled droid on the ground.

  *WHISTLE! WHISTLE!* the droid seemed to coax them along as the brightest portion of the light shown on him.

  Caleb began walking that way as the droid sped ahead emitting a series of upbeat tones and chirps, clearly satisfied the living being was following.

  "Seems like he's got a plan at least.."

  Galen seemed to reluctantly follow,

  "Thats what scares me.." he quietly murmured.


  TBC GreyJedi

[GreyJedi]

Galen and Caleb had began to follow the mouse droid a bit further to where it wanted to lead the 2 men. Of course Galen was hesitant. The feeling that the Jedi Temple had gave Galen was more then uneasy. He could feel the death. the pain, the anger in which filled this desolate place. From the time Anakin Skywalker AKA Darth Vader or at that time, before the medical mechanical apparatus and respirator he was placed in, Lord Vader. Of course that was many many years ago but the residual feeling still lingered.


"Something isn't right here Caleb. This mouse droid is leading us further away from where we need to go. But I also sense something else. Something not sinister, or on our side, but something."


As vague as that was, Galen just didn't know what he felt. He looked around at the old catacombs and had thoughts with in his head. He had managed to keep himself composed but it was slowly starting to slip. 


"Well, unfortunately, It has more of a plan then we do. We ended up down so we we weren't turned into Bantha poodoo. Your plan and my initial plan was shot to shit when That Silver succubus showed up with her First Order Boys Club. So, whatever it is that you tend to be feeling or what you're NOT feeling, whatever, just keep the trail and lets see where this mouse droid will get us. It might get us to another way or maybe some secret tunnel. I've heard that these old temple were full of passages that lead under the base of the temples and then some."


Galen knew that was to be true, but what he felt he knew that the mouse droid was just leading them to a dead end. He could explain it but he just knew. His connection to the Force, that he hadn't really been able to use since he cut his connection some years prior, had tripled since he had been inside the temple and he could feel it. Galen and Caleb had made another right turn and then a quick left turn and the mouse drop brought them to a dead end. The mouse droid had managed to find himself a charging port and plug himself in to recharge. Galen had shook his head and scuffed. 


"This is what I figured. A dead end. But, what I was sensing earlier, its VERY strong in there. Like its a Security hologram or something along those lines. But it's more powerful. More Interactive? More.....Real?"


Galen was dumbfounded. he had no idea what it is. It felt almost human but it wasn't sentient. It wasn't a droid and it wasn't any other species. Galen just couldn't place his finger on it. he had been out of touch for so long with the force that it just wasn't coming to him. Galen looked around the room and tried to concentrate on where the main source of the power emanating from. 


"See, I told you following the mouse droid might of paid off. Even though it lead us away from where we needed to go, there very well could be something interesting here. And as you have stated you sense something here. So, lets look about and maybe we can find something. "


Caleb still didn't believe that Galen was a Jedi Knight and the fact that Galen had "Sensed" something just made Caleb even more suspicious. Was it a ploy? Was Galen working with The First Order? Caleb had no idea. Galen had continued to look around. He looked down to see a dead mouse droid. He picked it up and inspected it. Nothing unusual. Galen had tossed it casually over his shoulder as he continued to search around.


Something with in these walls had something to hide. What it was was unclear at this present moment but Galen would find it. Maybe Caleb would find it. Who knew but either way it was going to get found. As Galen could sense it wasn't a "secret passage" or some sort of "optical illusion" entrance. No. It was something more internal then that. He had to find out to figure it out. 



TBC SWSF Eidolon

[SWSF Eidolon]

  The droid had stopped at a dead end and affixed itself to a charging port. 

  The area they occupied was more spacious than the previously tight path they followed behind the Mouse droid to get here.  It was not quite a chamber all its own, but must serve some function as there would be no purpose for the long corridor they'd traversed simply to end at a charging point for a droid.

  As their electronic guide absorbed power from the wall socket, it happily hummed and chirped, up until Galen had tossed it's inactive identical compatriot that clanked and slid across the floor on it's side.  The guiding droid abruptly disengaged its charging and zipped over to the seemingly dead droid, frantically beeping and honking it's disapproval at Galen.

  Caleb glanced toward the supposed Jedi Knight as he approached the two droids, the lively one of which was now doing it's best to push it's friend toward the charging port.

  "You make friends fast."

  "Friends are a luxury I haven't enjoyed in some time.." he cryptically replied as he continued about his own inspection of the antechamber.

  Bending down to pick up the inert droid, Caleb dusted it off and carried it towards the wall socket as the other Mouser now eagerly spun around him in circles and chattered in it's droid-speak with a more upbeat tone.

  Manually pulling out the charging arm of the Mouse Droid, he positioned it carefully and slid it's appendage in to the charge station.  Almost immediately it's indicator lights began to glow dimly as it now emitted it's own quiet low beeps like a device nearly exhausted of it's power might sound.

  Galen had abandoned his independent search of the area and joined the rest of the troupe to see what might come of it all.

  The other droid was anxiously rocking shortly back and forth in a clear lack of patience waiting for it's partner to spring to life.

  A few moments passed before the previously dead Mouse droid took on a more lively personality matching it's counterpart.  A quick minute later, it pulled itself from the wall port and rolled up to its friend as they gently bumped each others front facing panels then began spinning around one another whistling and beeping away.

  Galen and Caleb made a quick meeting of glances,

  "You're quite the match-maker," Galen commented.

  "That's not what my sister says," Caleb retorted before interrupting the droid reunion.

  "HEY! If you two are all caught up, how do we get out of here??"

  The mouse droids shifted their attention to Caleb before squawking in unison and each rolling off in a different direction.  They disappeared into the darkness of the small chamber as Galen and Caleb were left standing together alone in the dim light of his shoulder lantern.

  "Welp, OK.  I guess we go back your wa.." Caleb began to admit his folly in electing to follow the droid in the first place before a series of loud deep mechanical metallic noises filled the room followed by a deafening rumble and the groaning grit of stone on stone movement.  The whole room shook in what must have felt like the quaking of the entire thousand level of structures above them.

  Caleb had begun to say a little invocation of otherworldly luck to himself in case the whole thing did come down upon them before the enveloping clamor seemed to steady in to the development of something more interesting than their own imminent demise.

  The walls began to roll back further and the short ceiling rose higher as a large pedestal slowly rose from the center of the floor as the small chamber grew larger and some unseen source of light made it all the more easy to observe the activity.  Near the charging station that the two droids had siphoned some life from, a small upward sloped passage way had opened.

The air had thickened and was full of fine airborne materials as Caleb deactivated his lantern and coughed a bit fanning himself a bit of cleaner air in front of his face with his still fully intact hand.  When the whole of commotion had ceased and the dust settled, the unseen light was now more specifically highlighting the pedestal, upon which rested a transparisteel case protecting the handle of a light saber.

  Galen was the first to approach as Caleb followed, joined by the two Mousers who'd returned from wherever they gone off to.

  "Good little droids!" he praised his new small boxy inorganic friends who in turn voiced their burgeoning affinity for him.

  "Don't you already have one of these?," he asked as he now stood next to Galen who was inspecting the ornate pedestal and the trophy it held.

[GreyJedi]

As Galen had inspected the Lightsaber he noticed somethings. He noticed a few particular scratches and nicks placed upon the lightsaber hilt. Instantly Galen stepped back and began to shake his head. 


"Indeed I do Caleb but this particular lightsaber is a relic. A thing of the very distant past. Around 92BBY a Force Sensitive male named Qui-Gon Jinn was born on a terrestrial planet. He was a powerful force sensitive child and was recognized by the Jedi Order about Six months after his birth. By the time he was thirteen he had become exceptional in Lightsaber combat and his mastery of the force. After while he had been picked up by Master Dooku, whom every one remembers during the clone wars as Darth Tyrannis, and was trained for years. "


Galen looked over the Lightsaber a bit more and then lifted it up to check it a little further. 


"So, this Lightsaber belongs or belong to this Qui-Gon Jinn? Why is it down here? Is this what you felt? I mean, I am just a little dumbfounded here because an old half rusty Lightsaber couldn't be all you were feeling. I mean, a "Jedi" senses things with in.......Oh, I see. His "Force" signature so to speak is connected to the lightsaber. So why leave it down here?"


Caleb asked a legitimately good question. Why did they, whom ever they were, place Master Jinn's lightsaber down in the catacombs? Caleb couldn't obviously answer that but Galen over looked the lightsaber again and nodded


"Well, around 32BBY, there was a trade dispute on NABOO. and towards the end of that Qui-Gon Jinn was killed by a Sith Lord named Darth Maul. So when a Jedi is laid to rest, this chamber, i am going to assume by the burn marks in the center of the room, was used to cremate the body of the Passed Jedi." Galen pointed up and to the walls surrounding them. "If you look around to all these cubbies that span up a few 100 feet, these, these are all the Fallen and Past Jedi. These cubbies hold the ashy remains of them after they are laid to rest and cremated. But as far as a relic being left behind, that is unheard of."


Galen lifted the lightsaber to inspect it further and just as he lifted it directly off the pedestal it began to shake. The Pedestal itself lowered about half way from its original height and a very bright light shined against the cubbies directly in front of them. Galen slightly shielded his eyes to see a figure walk out of the bright light. It was a hologram. Galen looked up to see the hologram system start up and as it walked closer it began to take shape as Master Jinn. The Hologram stopped and began to speak


"Years ago I trained a young Padawan named Xanatos. He was my first, what I called, a successful failure. I discovered this three-year-old Force-sensitive boy from the planet Telos IV. He was the son of Crion, the wealthiest man on Telos and also the Governor. I performed a midi-chlorian count, finding out that the boy exhibited strong connection with the Force. Although Crion did not want to part with his child, He allowed his son to be taken away, and I, after some hesitation, brought Xanatos to the Jedi Temple for training. He exhibited such connection to the force but had an overwhelming thirst for power. I overlooked the boy's flaws seeing them as mere childish behavior that Xanatos would eventually outgrow. His tech savvy and creative mind was a very attractive trait for a Padawan."

The hologram of Qui-Gon Jinn managed to walk too and fro and then looked back at Galen and Caleb as if they were right in front of him at the time that this recording had been created.

"Eventually I was sent on a mission, before taking Xanatos as my Padawan, and met a young man named Feemor. By taking him as my Padawan I was finally a Jedi Knight. His training had gone extremely well. When it come time for his Jedi Trials he passed with exceptional scores. When Feemor had become a Jedi Knight, Xanatos was ready to be taken on as my Padawan. As I trained him his skills improved immensely but his Thirst for Power had only gotten worse. Numerous times Xanatos teetered between Light and Dark. Master Yoda had sensed this but I was too stubborn to acknowledge this. I proceeded on with his training. On our Final Mission together we returned to Telos IV to try and prevent a all out Civil War between the occupants of the World. In the Process of this, I, Qui-Gon Jinn accidentally killed Xanatos' Father. This sent him over the edge. He attacked me and caught me off guard. Luckily Tahl had managed to perry his attack and stripped him of his Lightsaber, destroying it , dropping it into a vat of molten rock. Xanatos scurried off and we found out that the Civil War was all caused by Crion himself. Hiring a group of bandits to cause problems with in the community."

Qui-Gon Jinn had been explaining everything that was common Jedi Knowledge. Of course to Caleb. this was all new news. All this information was Prior to Uprising of the Sith and the fall of Anakin Skywalker. Galen continued to listen as Qui-Gon Jinn still sputtered on. 


"After that, killing Crion and losing my Padawan, I stayed out of the scope of the Council. I was offered, on numerous occasions, a seat on the council but i denied. I took a 5 year long mission in the Outer Rim Territories and stayed out there. On Occasion Tahl would come and accompany me on the mission. Of course we grew extremely close. Eventually we did have relations and I found out that She had become Pregnant. Tahl had never told the council who the father was. When the child was born, it was a healthy male child, we named him.........."


Just as Qui-Gon Jinn was about to name the child the hologram fizzled out and Obiwan Kenobi had appeared through Qui-Gon. 


"Attention Remaining surviving Jedi, STAY AWAY From the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It has fallen to the Sith. My Padawan Anakin Skywalker has fallen to the dark side and has attacked the temple. All Clone Troops have also turned on their Jedi Generals and killed majority.........Jedi........Escape.........Exile"


The hologram from Obiwan Kenobi had become corrupted over the years and began to give just partial message. Galen had looked to Caleb and shook his head. 


"So what the hell was the point of that? Tell us a history lesson on this Jinn's sexual conquests? That he has a kid? That there is another one roaming around the galaxy? This was complete bantha poo doo"


Galen looked at Caleb and then shook his head and then back to the Lightsaber. It looked like a normal Lightsaber but something didn't feel right. Galen felt as if it wasn't a lightsaber at all. he looked over it and then looked to Caleb. 


"This isn't a lightsaber. I mean it was at one time, but now, No. I feel as if it is some kind of key. To open something here with in the Catacombs. Possibly Qui-Gon's tomb. It's hard to say."


Galen pressed the ignite button to ignite the Lightsaber and nothing happened. He was slightly dumbfounded. Caleb looked at Galen and nodded


"The question is Where is Qui-Gon Jinn's tomb. There are possibly Thousands of Tombs here...." Walking over to the wall "....with the ones on the bottom seeingly being from over a thousand years ago! I mean how in the hell are we going to find this guy?"

Galen looked around and took a deep breathe. He looked at Caleb and then nodded

"Since my connection to the force is extremely connected I am going to meditate and try and create a link between myself and Qui-Gon and see where his tomb is. Mean while maybe check to see where those mouse droids scurried to and see if there is a wall port you can connected to and maybe get us a lay out of the catacombs and a way up to the main level."

Galen walked over to the middle of the room and sat down in the center of the room. He placed the Lightsaber in front of him and closed it eyes. With in seconds the Lightsaber floated in front of him and began to slowly come apart. Galen took a deep breath and continued as the Lightsaber started to move slightly faster. 


TBC SWSF Eidolon

[SWSF Eidolon]

  Caleb grimaced at the errand being delegated even from the now affirmed Jedi as the old lightsaber hovered and deconstructed itself before him.  None the less, if they were to ever emerge from the bowels of the Old Temple, they needed to find a way up.  Wherever the mouse droids had disappeared to would be a good start.

  He crouched down before the two small cooing four-wheeled droids.

  "Whaddya say fellas?  Show me the way?  Please?" he politely asked of them.

  A single tiny bright white spotlight snapped to life from somewhere on the face of them as they beeped and honked in content compliance.  Crossing in front of one another in a loop they headed off in the other direction together at a healthy jog.  At a previously unnoticed floor level control panel, one of them activated a switch triggering a narrow hidden door that previously seemed only part of the wall while the other passed ahead and beeps it's beckoning to follow.

  Caleb hopped up in surprise at their display with a momentary groaning slump before jogging off after them along their clearly illuminated path.  The second droid waited for him to pass before disengaging its interface appendage and following, the access closed, leaving Galen's glowing fourth dimensional puzzle behind.

  Caleb followed as this process repeated a handful of times with the droids chirping and entering codes separately along the way.  Until eventually he emerged in to a dimly lit towering circular room that seemed to stretch a thousand meters tall from down here..

  A single massive pillar of light brown stone that must have been a hundred meters in diameter stretched as far up as he could see as he froze in place and bent back gazing up.  The entire ancient construct must have been thousands of years old itself, seemingly newer or more recent further up. 

  It was a castling structure that had at least seven apparent upward tiers as he approached slowly, taking in the crastmanship and aged origins.  It was a towering catacomb of coffin chambers of jedi from over the millenia.  A mausoleum filled with the apparent vaulted sarcophagi of the fallen..

  Caleb turned and crouched again to the two droids who followed him closely as loyal dogs now,  giving them both an encouranging scratch on the side panel he asked of them,

  "Who's good droids??  Ehh?  Who's good droids??  Fetch Galen will ya?!"

  They emitted a series of eager and upbeat droid noises before zipping off back to do as asked.

  He moved closer to the tower as the few dozen meter tall first tier was now more defined.  He began circling around and trying to understand some of the primitive inscriptions and gain a sense of direction to wherever Qui-Gon Jinns vault may rest. Circling further, he gained some sense and began carefully crawling then scaling up, the lack of a thumb  to aid in climbing now much more of a hindrance..


  TBC by Grey, Sorry I took forever!!!

[GreyJedi]

Galen had been distracted from what he saw with in his meditation session. The Lightsaber had fell to pieces. With in the Lightsaber, Galen had noticed, was a small type key that had led to something with in. Galen picked it up and studied it for a second as the Mouse Droids scurried in and beeped and whizzed around him.

"What is it little ones? Caleb is that way? Sounds good. Lead the way"

Galen stood up and made his way following the droid into the chamber that they led Caleb into. It was a much narrower hall way which lead to the room with the spire in the middle. As Galen entered the room He stopped dead. and fell to his knees. A flash had over taken him and for a few seconds he was motionless. His eyes closed and he just shook his head to himself as the flash continued. 

"He was my father?"

Galen got up as the mouse droid circled him to make sure he was alright. Caleb saw him fall to his knees and get back up. 

"You OK?"

Caleb asked as he walked towards Galen.

"Qui-Gon Jinn and Tahl were my parents. When they were dealing with the Issues of Xanatos, Jinn and Tahl had a relationship. After the fall of Xanatos and the fallof his father, Jinn went into hiding, taking a mission, which took him out for years. He never knew about me. Tahl had me and could sense I was force sensitive and gave me over to the order. I was trained and Tahl was given a mission to keep her away from the temple while I was raised. She eventually came back to find Qui-had been killed by Darth Maul and his tomb was set here. After his funeral Tahl was given a mission by Master Yoda himself that kept her away for most of the clone wars but was never heard from again. I can't even sense her. She, of course, is long gone by now. I am just......."

As Galen was about to finish is statement, a Hologram had kicked into play and a small. pointy eared Jedi appeared. Being Master Yoda began to speak

"My fellow Jedi......."

TBC Eidolon

[SWSF Eidolon]

  Caleb had just pulled himself up to the second elevated tier of the upward spanning spire as the two mouse droids returned to the massive catacomb chamber and Galen followed closely behind them.  He glanced down and back toward them just as Galen seemed to be overcome with something and dropped to his knees, the droids now circling around him chirping away.

  With a bit of a groan over the couple dozen meters he'd ascended to some degree of difficult effort due to his cleaved thumb, Caleb hurriedly slid back down the steep facade of the first large circular tier of the Catacomb Tower, dropping a few meters at a time from one thinly grasped perch to another before hitting the floor, dust rising from his feet.

  Rushing over to Galen, the elder Jedi was pushing himself to his feet as he'd arrived,

  "You Ok Old Timer?" he asked of his human companion.

  "Yes, better in fact.  Come, Qui Gon's tomb is this way.." he replied and directed their destination, pointing roughly to the third upper tier of the spiraling Tomb Tower in the opposite way of that which Caleb had been climbing previously.

  Together the two worked their way up several dozen meters, passing the first tier and eventually the second and now occupying the flat surface of the third level of the spire where there was considerable less sediment dust collected indicating much newer work and tomb enclosures.  They walked slowly around it following the circular wall.

  The droids were now slung across Caleb's back with an old root derived twine he'd come across at the base of the Tower.  They beeped and honked away the passing moments seemingly carrying on a conversation amongst themselves as the two humans they'd got this far now carried them upward on their journey where their wheels and diminutive forms most certainly could not get them.

  Galen was now slowly reading the ancient runes that were carved across the entire construct before focusing on a specific area.  Pulling out his light saber he ignited it and quickly carved an arched passage in to the blank solid stone sealed doorway to one of the thousands of tomb enclosures.

  Caleb took a moment to glance further up the chamber and the tower.  There were at least four more levels of successively narrowing tiers of the tower to ascend, each taller than the previous creating the potential for a further fall to a flat surface the further up one went.  His mind shot back to the initial fall from when they were ambushed and barely escaped the First Order Death Squad.

    When Galen had finished cutting a man sized archway in the stone, he appeared to use the force to pull the stone back and out of their way, letting it fall to the flat surface of the tier with a loud slam.

    Caleb glanced around him,

    "It's...empty," he proclaimed.

    Galen had dropped back to his knees and within his mind was in some other place now.  What seemed like a long period of time as he waited was probably only a minute or two before Galen snapped back to the here and now and stood.

    "No, it is full of knowledge."

    "Such as??" Caleb furrowed his brown and pressed for details.

    Galen elaborated,

Grey's Fill

    "Qui-Gon Jinn and Tahl were my parents. When they were dealing with the Issues of Xanatos, Jinn and Tahl had a relationship. After the fall of Xanatos and the fallof his father, Jinn went into hiding, taking a mission, which took him out for years. He never knew about me. Tahl had me and could sense I was force sensitive and gave me over to the order. I was trained and Tahl was given a mission to keep her away from the temple while I was raised. She eventually came back to find Qui-had been killed by Darth Maul and his tomb was set here. After his funeral Tahl was given a mission by Master Yoda himself that kept her away for most of the clone wars but was never heard from again. I can't even sense her. She, of course, is long gone by now. I am just......."

      As Galen was about to finish is statement, a Hologram had kicked into play and a small. pointy eared Jedi appeared. Being Master Yoda began to speak

"My fellow Jedi......."

Continued Eidolon

  The small green being appeared as though projected from within the Tomb of Qui Gon Jinn.

  "Forseen I have, perceived victories to avenge our fall..  many they will be..  but along the way, mistakes we will make.  Stronger than any could imagine the Emperor is.  Many lives he has.  Aware you must be, for the spawn of evil, many forms it will take.  She will seem as one of us, but Palpatine she is.  Take heed of this warning you must.  Fall not to temptation, trust this only to the seed of Skywalker.."

  The image faded as abruptly as it had appeared.

    Caleb met Galen's gaze,

    "Wait, wait, wait... Many lives.  SHE is Palpatine??  The Seed of Skywalker.. he has to mean General Organa.."
 
    "Organa?" Galen inquired.

    "Once or twice, I may or may not have read some classified material far above my grade, I may or may not have seen something alluding to the fact that she's a Skywalker.  As in Luke Skywalker."

    Galen was now intrigued for the first time by anything Caleb had said since their first encounter,

    "Luke Skywalker??" he pressed for more.

    "You get us up to the top and out of this upward graveyard and I'll tell you what else I know from those files I never read,  I need to get to General Organa, and fast," he replied.

TBC by GreyJedi

[GreyJedi]

Galen had heard of Luke Skywalker, THE Luke Skywalker that had ended the reign of Darth Vader and the rumors of tuning Vader back to the Lightside, and destroying the second Death Star over Endor. But that was pretty much all he knew. He was just going by the stories and the broadcasts that had been on the news. The whole thing seemed like a dream to him. Obviously the reign or terror hadn't been finished due to the fact that The First Order had taken over a few years after The Empires and Emperors' fall.  

"OK, So getting out of here. We must head up. At least another 100 meters. It is not going to be easy. Plus, on top of that, I sense activity at where we need to be. It feels as if there is First Order Troops still with in the main all at the point where our exit is going to be. I sense like 3 dozen or more."


Galen had closed his eyes and shook his head. He poked his head out of the hand made arch that he created and looked up. Faintly he could see the shadows of the F.O Troops walking past the exit that, clearly, was not man made but a crumbled hole from decaying over the years. Galen scanned the area and noticed what looked like was the remnants of an old bridge. Galen looked at Caleb and nodded


"To avoid the F.O troops, we are going to have to some how get our selves to that remaining portion of bridge and get our selves to that entry way that will lead us, in theory, around the First Order Troops. This entrance, or in our case Exit, should actually lead us to the training epicenter of where Jedi trained. Where Master Yoda trained Younglings and where All Jedi before me trained. From there we can get out into the Hall of Enlightenment, which in fact brings us into the Library of the Jedi and there to the main hall and out the front entrance of the Temple. Sound good?"


Galen had looked closely at Caleb as he looked up at the bridge. Caleb looked at Galen and shook his head


"How in the ever loving hell are we going to get to that bridge, which like you said, thats 100 meters up? Do you expect to fly? I mean Jedi or not, even............"


With out warning, Galen had closed his eyes and out stretched both his arms towards Caleb. He shook slightly but with in seconds Caleb had been picked up off the ground. Galen took a deep breath and concentrated on lifting Caleb higher and closer towards the bridge


"What........Holy......I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS!"


Caleb expressed his concern as Galen concentrated even harder. With in 15 seconds Galen had Caleb rested safely on the stoop of the bridge. Galen took a deep breath and looked at him and nodded


"We need to figure out how to extend that bridge, or if the bridge is malfunctioning, and get it to where I can get up with out using too much of the force! I am still not comfortable doing this and I am actually surprised I get you up there with out an issue! Just look around or even scout a head and see how our chances look. Better, yet, Do that. Scout a head, I'll get up there in a bit. Keep out of sight and come back and let me know exactly what we are dealing with!"


Galen sat on the floor of the area where he was and closed his eyes. He needed to meditate a bit more to regain some strength. His force powers were slight diminished from doing what he did with Caleb. Even though he had been sitting in a Jedi temple and his connection to the force had tripled, so to speak, He still felt as if it needed a slight recharge. A Force jump was no small feat and how Galen had felt previously before entering the temple he was not going to take a chance.


Caleb had looked at Galen as he started to meditate and nodded. He started to make his way through the tunnel to see exactly what they both would be dealing with.


TBC Eidolon