"Ugh, Seris is right," Jasma said, putting down the datapad. "Unless one of us was a technopathic like Skywalker or something like, we could never get into the system."

"What should we do then, Jas?" Xai'qui asked, chucking aside his own datapad. "No one else seems to be doing anything. And Seris seems like the only one that's concerned."

The Twi'lek then looked around for herself. Indeed, everyone else was acting like it was a normal, peaceful day at the Temple. The blue girl considered the options a bit before deciding, "We may as well follow Seris's advice. You go to your master, maybe he'll have a clearer idea of what's going to happen from his meditation. I'll first talk to one of the Archivists and see if they're backing up the files at all or would like assistance, then go find T'ish."

"But, Jas," the human started.

"I'll be alright, Xai," Jasma replied. "If the trouble were more immediate than it would be overpowering. Besides, I'm not helpless. There's plenty to telekinesis with and [b]I can use a lightsaber[/b]."

Xai grinned at the last part, "Then how come I win every duel?" Then he became serious again,"Just, be careful, alright?"

"Alright. You too, please." Jasma replied. Then with a grin, the boy rushed out for his master and the girl sighed. "You better be careful."
Then Jasma set out, looking for an Archivist and wondering why everyone was so unperturbed by the force's disturbance. 

Her answer would come when the Archivist she found said, "No, your assistance is not needed, thank you. And there are no backups in progress. You shouldn't get so overexcited. This disturbance is merely the aftershock from the battle here, you should prepare for when the joyous news of the war's end arrives, not fretting over a mere shadow, padawan."

"This is no mere shadow,"came the Twi'lek's sharp reply. "I know what a battle's aftereffects feel like. This is not at all the same. The Force is warning of something in the near future. This Archive contains about all of the universe's knowledge, including what's not anywhere else. If this something happens and we're not ready, all of it..."

"Nothing's going to happen, padawan." The Archivist sharply stated, spating at the padawan for emphasis. "You ought to listen to your betters, those who have more experience in the force then you have. Now if you will excuse me, "she said while getting up. "I must not waste anymore time talking with pretentious upstarts." Then the Archivist left to help one of the knights find a holocron or something.

[i]"Pretentious upstart,"[/i] Jasma thought. [i]"I try to help save the archives, knowing I would be no good in the frontlines of whatever this happening is. And she calls me pretentious? Calm down Jasma. There is no emotion, there is peace."[/i] Then she took some deep breathes in and out, feeling herself relaxing and relieving the annoyance. Afterwards, the Twi'lek set out to find her master, knowing he at least wouldn't snub her off without cause.