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She had been told of this place, and given access through the thoughtfulness and careful work of Mister Ben from the ships. The one with the really nice beard and robes. This was a place of great knowledge, she had been told. Where one might come and research, to find information, to find answers.

This, of course, seemed the most likely place for a few things: finding what the Agrii wanted, finding a way home, and finding a solution to the storms that were supposed to plague Agra 10. Therefore it seemed to Lauri-Ell to be the most prudent location at which to begin the work. Once she was familiar with the working of the records, Lauri-Ell found herself a comfortable place to sit and opened the first record.

As much as she loathed to think it, part of her wished this place had something like the Supreme Intelligence. As unkind as the former leader of the Kree had been, the Intelligence at least could have provided answers faster.

"Ah, but reading will reach me other things as well," she noted to herself. Yes, very valuable. With that she settled in, not looking away from her research unless she heard footsteps nearby.

"How's the, um, research going, Lauri-Ell?" Ezra whispered as he turns a chair near to sit.

They hadn't had a chance to talk much back on the ship before the group as a whole had scattered. He's glad someone is taking advantage of the Archives here at the Temple.

He should too, really, and he'll ask the librarians for help, in a while. Maybe request a list of some of the texts that are standard curriculum for young Jedi. But it's all rather...a lot. His formal schooling is minimal, and he's always learned better hands on than from reading.

Ah! Lauri-Ell looked up and when she did she smiled at him. Very good.

“Our pilot. Good day to you. I find the reading here pleasant. It is far easier to follow than how the Agri transcribe the language. The history of this world is intriguing.”

"Oh?" He leans forward, just a little. "Something in particular caught your interest?"

Something in particular? No, not really. Except...

"I am not familiar with species who might share a single religious or spiritual calling. The Kree and Skrull are united now, but we do not believe in the same gods."

IT is very intriguing that the Jedi are united in their faith despite being so many species.

"Well - as far the Jedi Order itself goes - it helps that-" He pauses to gather his thoughts. "Force wielding isn't a science exactly, but there are techniques that have been passed down for a really long time, that get pretty consistent results. A range of fairly predictable results, at least? And that can be observed by other people, too."

He focuses a moment, to lift one of the datapads resting on the table to a few inches before lowering it. "So it's not all a matter of faith. Guessing about cause and effect."

"If it is not faith, surely it is science?"

It seemed logical to her that things which were not emotions or faith were in fact known studies. Nothing else makes sense to her in a way that she can put together, this was how she understood the world.

"You are united by an ability to do things then?"

He paused, making a thoughtful face and then shrugged sheepishly.

"I'm probably the least, um, academically educated padawan in the entire temple." He's not ashamed of that, exactly, but he's become acutely aware of it. "Not the guy to ask about those kinds of lines."

"You're on the right track about being united by ability to do things. Not all Force sensitives are Jedi, but all Jedi are Force sensitive and train with an array of skills as goals. There's definitely a moral and philosophical part, too - belief that our sensitivity and abilities means that, even more than other people, we have a responsibility to try to move beyond selfishness and act towards the greater good."

"What does this word mean, padawan?" Lauri-Ell asked, looking up at him. No, hes still more educated in this place than she is. And she wishes to know more.

At least she can understand the Jedi/Force Sensitive thing.

"Ah! I understand. Not all shapeshifters are Skrull, but all Skrull are shapeshifters. I see. How interesting. Are they all the same species? I have seen many sorts here? Are some subjugated races?"

He makes a bit of a face at the 'subjugated races'. He grew up under the Empire, where plenty of non-human species were blatantly subjugated races, but he certainly believes the Republic was different.

"A padawan is the student of an individual Jedi Knight or Master, in training to become a Jedi Knight, themselves. I'm not a traditional student because of when I come from. My master, Kanan Jarrus, asked me to be his padawan when I was 14. I didn't have any training before then. But traditionally - and now - Force sensitive children come to the Temple very young. They can just aout lots of species, and they come from all over the galaxy. There may be species that can't be Force sensitives; that I don't know. But the general idea is the Jedi come from all, and they serve all."

"Serve all..."

Lauri-Ell nods sagely. She supposes she can understand that. It's a bit like being a Kree Accuser. She lives to serve all.

"Why is it different for you?"

He glances around, making sure there's no one in easy ear shot, before he leans in a little more.

"There's...not really an Order in my time. Just survivors. Centuries from now a power hungry man became Chancellor of the Republic. When he was ready to proclaim himself Emperor, he ordered the army to storm this temple and kill every one they could inside, even the little kids. My teacher was a padawan out on the field with his own master. She was killed. He lived."

When he leans in, she leans forward to. A secret? Does this have to do with the time discrepancy she's heard of? Intriguing.

"Why would someone kill children?"

Ezra sighs. It's good to know his shipmate isn't down with child murder, but how do you answer that?

"In the case of the that guy, you're blinded by hate, I think. I don't think he has a line that he won't cross."

Child murder is wrong. Murder is wrong. Violence is horrible.

"I do not understand how one can hate children. I do not even hate Skrull children, and never have. Children are children."

She pushes up from her seat. "We must tell someone. To warn them."

"Lauri-Ell," Ezra hisses, reaching up but stops a little shy of actually grabbing her arm. "We can't just-" Well, they can, but the question is whether they should.

"Master Kenobi was...not quite there, but he lived through these events. He sent out the warning that told survivors to not come back home. He knows more about how it happened then I do, and as a fellow Master, the High Council will listen to him more than anyone else, probably. He promised me he'd consider how best to warn them."

"Why can we not?" she demanded. They were lives, and they could be saved!

Yes, it is playing with time, but sometimes that was important. But at least someone was thinking of it.

"If this is the past, he is not a Master yet, will they listen?"

"Because foreknowledge doesn't necessarily fix things. Sometimes it just makes people more afraid or angry," he tries to explain. "There's a lot of time for that message to get garbled or...fixated on."

He takes a deep breath. "I...believe they will. And I trust that Master Kenobi will find the better way to tell them then I will."

"Alright," she says, but she definitely seems sad about this. "I just don't want children hurt. I am a protector."

And the idea of many children such as she has seen here hurt is... sad.

He gives a soft, sympathetic smile back.

"Against the...Skrull?" He thinks that's what she said, that she didn't even hate their children. "Tell a little about where you're from?" he asks.

"Once. I was once against the Skrull. We are united now. But I protect any who cannot protect themselves. That is what I wish."

To tell of where she's from. That's not easy.

"It is hard to explain. The Kree are from a planet called Hala, but we cannot go back there now, that home is lost."

Ezra nods to the first part, even as he grimaces in sympathy about the second. "I think when I really committed to being a Jedi was when I realized I wanted to protect everyone who needed it, not just my friends and family."

"I'm sorry about your home. You did grow up there?"

"That is a noble goal," she assures him. "Protection and conflict are not always hte same thing. I bid you remember this. My people long forgot it."

Or had they ever known? The Kree were inherently a warlike people.

"I did not. I was engineered on another settlement."

"That's an important lesson, and I've had trouble with it, too," Ezra agrees.

Then he blinks as her last sentence registers. "Engineered. Is it rude to ask if that how, um, most of your people come into existence?"

"No," she answered honestly. "Some of the soldiers, yes. Genetically designed and neurally trained to be a good soldier."

But most Kree were properly born. Just the warriors like her had the 'privilege' to be made. But there were plenty of soldiers who were not.

The Knowledge Of Ages | OTA

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