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The Elvenqueen"The more we know, the better prepared we'll be for tackling whatever faces us on that moon." He attempted to calm their furry companions by scratching behind one of their respective ears, but in an abnormal behavior for them, they slunk away, eyes locked on the flickering map.
"Vano, think you could point us in the direction of information about Quensu itself? I like your idea of there being something important of the planet that links to our vision. It was their homeworld, after all; surely they left records behind?"
Vano left them in one of the many small study rooms that had been built in as private retreats to do the kind of intensive research they were forced to do, sifting through holocrons, scrolls, cracked datapads and physical books for any mention of a moon laced with Force sensitivity. The duo bounced potential ideas extracted from their individual findings every so often, neither of them finding anything truly relevant until the newly appointed Champion came across a datapad, the owner's signature in the bottom left corner:
"Yusef Malagna, Chronicler of the Whispers." An eyebrow quirked upward before looking to Aria.
"You mentioned finding something else about 'Whispers' before, right?" He flipped through some of the initial notes, all of which extensively detailed the credibility of the account as well as warned readers about attempting to find the moon without first discussing their intent with a Master. Such admonitions were common in the work they had come across, which might have meant many of those reading would want to prove themselves worthy to their Masters or possibly desire to test themselves in order to progress their abilities in the Force(both schools of thought were brought up in a speech that Jungze had found when they brought their initial haul of findings, the speech given by a Master Kinwu, who warned the younger among them to stop "needlessly throwing themselves into danger for the sake of glory!") After the warnings, Yerbol found an entry with a few numbers in the upper right hand corner that probably was a date...or some kind of marker; more importantly, Yusef began to discuss the "Whispers" in extensive detail. He read aloud:
"There are many planets within our sector of the galaxy that retain Force energy, which was more than likely a purposeful choice made by those who came before us. While the Force energies on these planets enhance our abilities and techniques, there are strange side effects, some of which include the 'Whispers' or imprinted life force signatures of those who died on the planet. From what we have gathered, the largest concentration of these Whispers are on the moon Nuncata, where entire chunks of forest and swamp are filled with the fragmented memories and echoes of those long gone. We have recently encountered some on Quensu in a grove not too far off from the Academy. I will update this log after our encounter."
Flipping to the next page, he continued:
"We were contacted by a team of scouts from Nuncata that stumbled onto a glacial formation with dense concentration of Whispers, most of which, according to the scouts, were uttering what sounded like phrases or chants. Master Renso quickly told them to hold off on investigating further and return. Soon after we lost contact. Master Renso seems even more agitated than normal about a situation like this, which leads me to believe there's something on that moon he knows about that we don't."
Another page:
"Reports from the grove indicate similar 'chanting' that was heard on Nuncata. No one is allowed into the grove, but I saw Master Renso heading down that way. I will se-" Grimacing, he tried to flip through more data, but nothing showed up.
"Well, that should give us...something." Looking over to his companion, he continued:
"I have a feeling that grove might be a good place to start. Maybe these 'Whispers' on Nuncata somehow manifested themselves on a smaller scale? Or something?" He chuckled.
"Nothing like reading old diaries to try and meet a dead Master, right? Ah..." Shaking his head, he rose from his chair and planted a kiss on her head gently.
"Someday we're going to spend our days doing normal couple things. Like debating the color of washing machines. Or when to bathe the dogs."
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Before leaving Zinuthra, Vano gave them planetary surveys that were dug up from one of the more recent expeditions, pointing out some potential sites where a 'grove' could thrive. After goodbyes and promises to return shortly, they hovered over the face of Quensu, Yerbol remarking as they descended:
"The atmosphere has stabilized since we've been here. Different season?" That question was answered quickly when upon breaking clouds beneath the freighter they were greeted with torrential rain, lightning occasionally crackling through the sky.
"Right, forget I said anything." With some navigating and piloting assistance from Aria, the duo managed to set the freighter down on a sweeping plain that gently rolled downward towards a thicket of trees that were distinctly marked on the map by Vano with a large question mark. As the ship jostled into it's resting position, a sickening taste formed in his mouth, stomach churning.
"You ah...you feel that too?" The dogs skittered to the cockpit, one of them growling:
"Ouuttssiiddeee. Baaadd."
That's not good.
"Vano, think you could point us in the direction of information about Quensu itself? I like your idea of there being something important of the planet that links to our vision. It was their homeworld, after all; surely they left records behind?"
Vano left them in one of the many small study rooms that had been built in as private retreats to do the kind of intensive research they were forced to do, sifting through holocrons, scrolls, cracked datapads and physical books for any mention of a moon laced with Force sensitivity. The duo bounced potential ideas extracted from their individual findings every so often, neither of them finding anything truly relevant until the newly appointed Champion came across a datapad, the owner's signature in the bottom left corner:
"Yusef Malagna, Chronicler of the Whispers." An eyebrow quirked upward before looking to Aria.
"You mentioned finding something else about 'Whispers' before, right?" He flipped through some of the initial notes, all of which extensively detailed the credibility of the account as well as warned readers about attempting to find the moon without first discussing their intent with a Master. Such admonitions were common in the work they had come across, which might have meant many of those reading would want to prove themselves worthy to their Masters or possibly desire to test themselves in order to progress their abilities in the Force(both schools of thought were brought up in a speech that Jungze had found when they brought their initial haul of findings, the speech given by a Master Kinwu, who warned the younger among them to stop "needlessly throwing themselves into danger for the sake of glory!") After the warnings, Yerbol found an entry with a few numbers in the upper right hand corner that probably was a date...or some kind of marker; more importantly, Yusef began to discuss the "Whispers" in extensive detail. He read aloud:
"There are many planets within our sector of the galaxy that retain Force energy, which was more than likely a purposeful choice made by those who came before us. While the Force energies on these planets enhance our abilities and techniques, there are strange side effects, some of which include the 'Whispers' or imprinted life force signatures of those who died on the planet. From what we have gathered, the largest concentration of these Whispers are on the moon Nuncata, where entire chunks of forest and swamp are filled with the fragmented memories and echoes of those long gone. We have recently encountered some on Quensu in a grove not too far off from the Academy. I will update this log after our encounter."
Flipping to the next page, he continued:
"We were contacted by a team of scouts from Nuncata that stumbled onto a glacial formation with dense concentration of Whispers, most of which, according to the scouts, were uttering what sounded like phrases or chants. Master Renso quickly told them to hold off on investigating further and return. Soon after we lost contact. Master Renso seems even more agitated than normal about a situation like this, which leads me to believe there's something on that moon he knows about that we don't."
Another page:
"Reports from the grove indicate similar 'chanting' that was heard on Nuncata. No one is allowed into the grove, but I saw Master Renso heading down that way. I will se-" Grimacing, he tried to flip through more data, but nothing showed up.
"Well, that should give us...something." Looking over to his companion, he continued:
"I have a feeling that grove might be a good place to start. Maybe these 'Whispers' on Nuncata somehow manifested themselves on a smaller scale? Or something?" He chuckled.
"Nothing like reading old diaries to try and meet a dead Master, right? Ah..." Shaking his head, he rose from his chair and planted a kiss on her head gently.
"Someday we're going to spend our days doing normal couple things. Like debating the color of washing machines. Or when to bathe the dogs."
_____
Before leaving Zinuthra, Vano gave them planetary surveys that were dug up from one of the more recent expeditions, pointing out some potential sites where a 'grove' could thrive. After goodbyes and promises to return shortly, they hovered over the face of Quensu, Yerbol remarking as they descended:
"The atmosphere has stabilized since we've been here. Different season?" That question was answered quickly when upon breaking clouds beneath the freighter they were greeted with torrential rain, lightning occasionally crackling through the sky.
"Right, forget I said anything." With some navigating and piloting assistance from Aria, the duo managed to set the freighter down on a sweeping plain that gently rolled downward towards a thicket of trees that were distinctly marked on the map by Vano with a large question mark. As the ship jostled into it's resting position, a sickening taste formed in his mouth, stomach churning.
"You ah...you feel that too?" The dogs skittered to the cockpit, one of them growling:
"Ouuttssiiddeee. Baaadd."
That's not good.