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      The first night with the Jedi, Klo-Ude didn't sleep a wink. Having spent the previous six years drifting off to a ship engine lullaby, the silence of a peaceful planet was deafening. The bed was softer than any he could recall. The pillows were...well, pillows. There was no reason for him to be wide awake, watching the sky brighten, heralding his second day on Yavin VIII.

      And yet, wide awake he was, pondering just where his crew was – and if his “bounty” was enough to get them square and settled, a fresh start. Maybe even a legitimate operation. Klo-Ude smiled at the the idea: his pals washed and pressed, the Krayt freshly-tuned and painted, perhaps even an “Inc.” thrown into the mix

      That was another chapter, a life lost in a sunset. Klo-Ude was here now, and there were questions to answer, a past to unlock. He had heard stories of the Jedi, of their capacity for healing and harmony. If anyone could help him find the keys, they were here.

      As the nights continued on, sleep came easier. By the end of the first week, he was sleeping comfortably. By the end of the second week, his snores were the subject of complaints at breakfast.

      Just as the circles beneath his eyes began to smooth, the dreams returned. Planets burned before him. Armies marched to the edge of the stars, falling into nothing. The galaxy turned to ash, embers to dust, cold before him. He felt the chill creep into his bones, and the rime of entropy clouded his sight.

      Emerald eyes hovered over the darkening canopy, and two words echoed through the cold:

      ”Find me.”

      That's how every night ended, how every morning began. And as Klo-Ude broke his fast, he ruminated over the meaning to this recurring...dream? Nightmare? Vision? Whatever it was, it put a damper on his cheer, and likely led to his current aimlessness as an apprentice.

      This day, it was evident his breakfast was insufficient, and the growl of his stomach could be heard through the Archives. He tamped down on the hunger, as his appetite for something, anything, that could give him a lead on his past drove him. But, just like how the previous five days had gone, Klo-Ude felt his search spinning in a vacuum, directionless and with nothing to fix a heading on.

      Klo-Ude's large fist slamming on the durasteel desk, drowning out the growl of his stomach for a moment. He was sure that would be a strike against his limited, probationary privileges, but damn it all, he was frustrated.

      New window. String search...Kessel financial reports. It was a shot in the dark, but even a moisture farmer from Tatooine nails a womp rat from time to time. He had no idea how often the mining planet had to report their profitability - if at all. And even if it showed a regular reporting period, he had no idea how legitimate the reporting was.

      Broodingly, almost comically, hunched over his terminal, Klo-Ude scrolled back through ledger after ledger, searching for...something. Anything.

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      Malissa had finished her morning work out and already showered and cleaned up. Her student tunic and breeches were form fitting enough to prove she had been there long enough for more than initial issue pass downs, but still well enough tailored that no one mistook her for some show off. Her black boots tapped a hushed staccato on the stone floors of the Keep as she headed for the Archives. It was rarely occupied this time of day, with most being in the training grounds or in classes.

      Her blond hair was down today. The golden waves of locks spilled down her back like a cascade of honey. Her eyes, a soft green that shone like precious emeralds in just the right light, were full of openness and kindness.

      She came thru the doors behind Klo just as he slammed his fist down. She bit her lip and looked around. There were no Masters here to come to his aide, so she moved up and tried to settle the look of concern on her face. Coming up beside him, she spoke gently in hopes of not catching him off guard. "Is everything all right? Perhaps I can help with something?"

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