A small, perfectly shaped jar filled with a unique orange liquid that glowed on it's own accord lit the murky room of Jedi Master Io's private study. Most of the Jedi who operate within the Temple are unaware of the extreme research that goes on in the under-chambers. Io's sworn duty is to produce Force-sensitive substances that could aid Jedi in the field. So you could say that Io is a pharmacist or doctor of sorts. A good will and good intent is needed for this dangerous job. One wrong mixture, one drip of the wrong potion could mean devastating results. Fortunately, Io is a master of alchemy.
Io's newest assignment is to develope a fueling lubricant for droids that would help them function a detection system to detect Force objects. Not an easy task. Set in his dark, musky room with scattered books of old upon an pothast table, Io read on into his studies.
Meanwhile, Jedi Padawan Ryle prepared for a visit to his master on the lower decks of the Temple. His masters chambers where almost next to the forbidden under-chambers, which he wasn't allowed into. Ryle's master was an older woman, but not old herself. Master Tristen was only 25 and Ryle was barely dragging into his 15th year. Foolhardy, Ryle had much to learn about keeping a straight head. But no-one could deny the swift movements of the boy. Not even Tristen could keep up with his attacks in training. For some odd reason the boy was blessed with speed.
Fumbling down the corridors of the Jedi Temple, Ryle made his way to lower decks of the facility. He passed a curious droid along the way who decided to tag along. It was a hover-droid, design as a swift messenger droid. But it couldn't keep up with Ryle. The young one was gone in a flash. Confused and a bit angry, the droid beeped loudly and spun off in the opposite direction.
Io's newest assignment is to develope a fueling lubricant for droids that would help them function a detection system to detect Force objects. Not an easy task. Set in his dark, musky room with scattered books of old upon an pothast table, Io read on into his studies.
Meanwhile, Jedi Padawan Ryle prepared for a visit to his master on the lower decks of the Temple. His masters chambers where almost next to the forbidden under-chambers, which he wasn't allowed into. Ryle's master was an older woman, but not old herself. Master Tristen was only 25 and Ryle was barely dragging into his 15th year. Foolhardy, Ryle had much to learn about keeping a straight head. But no-one could deny the swift movements of the boy. Not even Tristen could keep up with his attacks in training. For some odd reason the boy was blessed with speed.
Fumbling down the corridors of the Jedi Temple, Ryle made his way to lower decks of the facility. He passed a curious droid along the way who decided to tag along. It was a hover-droid, design as a swift messenger droid. But it couldn't keep up with Ryle. The young one was gone in a flash. Confused and a bit angry, the droid beeped loudly and spun off in the opposite direction.