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Jaster woke up slowly with his head pounding, trying to move to relieve the pain made him realize that he was tied to something, most likely a chair. He couldn't remember what happened before he woke up, or who had taken him. But considering his enemies he had a long list to go through. Looking around Jaster found that he was in what looked like a cargo hold on a small four person shipped based on the size and layout. What he wasn't expecting or even understanding was a series of circles and graphs with unknown symbols and runes written around the edges. In bright paint. It looked like someone had copied a magic circle out of a book and painted it on the floor. Sitting across from where Jaster and his chair were placed was a chunk of crystal. It was almost a blinding white color that gave off a pink and purple glow, and deep inside of its core was a brilliant blue color. His eyes were drawn to it no matter where he turned his head. The crystal remained in sight, glowing.
After sitting and waiting for a couple of hours, Jaster finally heard the sounds of someone approaching the cargo hold. Jaster shifted around trying to get comfortable, but the cords placed in-between his armor plates held him still. The sounds of moment increased, and the door opened to what appeared to be a male spacer carrying a dura steel packing crate about the size of amour carrier. He walked to the edge of the circle before setting it down. Standing back up he took off his leather jacket and set it on top of the carte, exposing his fore arms and drawing Jaster's eyes to the muscle in them. Forcing himself, Jaster moved his eyes up and he froze. Starling blues eyes pieced his lungs and stole his breath away and silenced his thoughts; they stared at him from a handsome face. With the scruff of a new beard just beginning. Such an striking sight and when a slight smile crossed the spacer's lips it's all Jaster could do to fore himself to breathe.
"Mand 'Alor Mereel, I would like to apologize for the rudeness of our meeting, but i am a bit short on time. You were brought here today because I have a great need of your help. As you are inexpert in your culture along with writing one of the most intelligent and explanatory aspects and guide to Mandalore culture. I am going to question you on your culture and codex and then record all of it on my holocron. Before I have you recite your codex in Mado and then in Basic. I am asking you to include any other information that you wish to share. all of our information will be recorded in this holocron and copies of it will be sent out to the Corps and other Temples. while the original will be placed in the Coruscant Temple Archives, in the care of the Lore Keppers. We will begin momentarily after I finish attuning you to the holocron. Do you have any questions at this time?"
It took a moment for Jaster to be able to speak "So you're a Jedi? A Lore Keeper? Like a historian?"
"I'm a Jedi Lore Kepper for the Coruscant Temple. I specialize in recording and finding information on difficult situations and people. Or on Uknown planets and species. And anything I find interesting."
"So, you have abducted me so that you can have me recite my codex and speak of my culture so that it can be placed in your Archives."
"Yes, that is correct."
"So am I difficult or interesting?"
"Oh Darling, you are both and it's why I'm here and not someone else. I ensued that i got here first. Now Mand 'Alor Mereel it's time for us to begin."
Jaster felt as if his soul had been drained out of him. If someone pushed on him, he would just fall over. The only thing keeping him up were the ropes around him, tying him to the chair. The Jedi had made it sound so simple, just talk and the ritual would record it on the holocron. But he couldn't stop talking he had lost control of his words, and his ability to speak in Basic. Jaster didn't know how long it had been since he started talking, but the lights from the graphs on the floor and finally died out. The Jedi Kenobi looked just as tired as he felt. his eyes were rimmed in shadows and sunken in. His movements were slow and hesitant as he reached out and pulled the holocron out of its position on the floor and placed it in the crate. Before standing up and closing the crate. He grabbed a small vial with bright green liquid in it from the crate. He tipped a little bit of it into a bucket before filling it with water and grabbing a scrub brush.
The scent of smoke and something sharp and green filled the room, before an added sent of burnt sugar joined it has Kenobi started scrubbing the paint marks off the floor. Jaster drifted off watching the Jedi clean the floor. He jerked back awake as he felt himself being placed back down. Looking around he was outside the ship and in a clearing with no other ships around.
"You'll be able to move in a few minutes." Kenobi said, looking at him in the yes. "I had to suggest you to keep you still and asleep. But it only works for a few minutes. Just long enough for me to get you off my ship and leave. I am so glad I got the chance to meet you, and that we're able to work on a holocron together. And if I am lucky, maybe one day we can do this gain. You know doubt have a lot more information that you could share. But any more right now will kill you."
The Jedi stood and he listened as his knees and back popped and cringed in sympathy. A sound he never thought a Jedi could make, assuming their magic would protect them. As Kenobi started back to his ship Jaster's voice came back.
"Do I get to at least see my holocron Jedi?" Kenobi glanced back, fire dancing in his blue eyes.
"You'll have to take that up with Madame Nu, the head of our Archives."
"Don't worry mesh'la Lore Keeper I'll be seeing you again."
"Ah Mand 'Alor Mereel, I have plans to get a few more holocrons out of you. So don't make me wait too long now."