Sol took the holocron that Cora placed in his hand. He was eager to examine it, but more pressing matters needed to be dealt with. Sol pocketed the the small cube like object and helped Cora over to the Medbay, having her sit so he could properly dress the puncture wound. "I'll clean this up." Sol said softly, as he went to work removing the Sloth mucous with a sterilizing foam. As he cleaned, he remembered he hadn't finished his story yet. With nothing better to talk about for the next few minutes, Sol worked his courage back up and began again. "S.. Sorry... I didn't finish my story. Uh... The ship I was on, Pirates attacked and.. They... They killed everyone." Sol paused for a moment as the memory came back to him before he went back to cleaning. "My parents... Hid me. Told me not to make a sound and Then... The pirates killed Them too... I was 4. Master Marek found me after the pirates fled. I.. I haven't ever spoken since... T-till now... I mean..."

Completing his story, Sol finished scrubbing the mucous off Cora's leg and began wrapping it with a clean bandage. "Sorry if that hurt. It was hard to get off." He said as he finished the last wrap, trying to avoid any further discussion about his past. A strange feeling was beginning to settle on him and he could have sworn the holocron felt warm in his pocket. He dismissed it as just his imagination but took it out of his pocket anyways and set it on the exam table. "Done." He said as he reached for an injection syringe. "We should... To be safe." Sol said gesturing with the device. "Take uh.. A blood sample! I mean..." He blurted out when he remembered that she couldn't see what he was holding. "...Sorry." He said, feeling his face heat up. In fact, he was starting to feel a bit hot all over he realized. What was going on? "Is... Is it hot in here?" Sol asked as he got up, pulling at his collar. "Uh.. Is your leg? Better?"

((There we go! All done! It's so helpful to watch star wars clips as I write :lol:))

Cora’s heart began to beat faster with excitement. Sol confirming that the holocrom had activated, even if only for a moment, was possibly the best news she had heard all day. The young padawan listened to her partner’s description of what had happened attentively and when he asked if she could replicate the effect, Cora didn’t respond verbally, but hovered her hand over the holocron.

Using the force, she sensed out the exact location that her fingers had brushed against moments before, and gently rested her fingertips upon that spot. The holocron seemed to feel warm to the touch but Cora couldn’t tell if it was her body heat that had warmed it, or if the heat was emanating from the object itself. Her hand lingered upon the outside of the object, unsure of whether or not she had manage to reactivate the light until a voice began to emanate from the cube...

((Sorry for another long wait. Life has been so crazy lately. V_V))

Sol waited a little impatiently for the cube to light up again while Cora began to fiddle with it once more. Perhaps it really was broken and the light he saw was some bit of stored up energy discharging from the cube... He had no way of knowing as he had only ever read about them in texts. He was starting to wonder if they should abandon their efforts and go see about sending a message when something happened.

Sol heard a strange disembodied voice emanating from the cube. "Do... Do you hear that too??" Sol asked, his excitement clear in his voice. "You... You did it!" Sol wasn't sure exactly what Cora had done but whatever it was, it had worked. The voice Sol heard was low and hard to make out. He couldn't quite understand what the voice was saying. "Is that... Master Sexton? I can't tell... And there's too much... Interference. I can't make out what he's saying... Can you?" Sol asked looking frustratedly at the cube.

((Sorry I didn't format the text when I posted it >.<; I was in a hurry and I didn't even realize [oops]... ))

Cora didn't respond verbally to Sol's first question but merely nodded, straining her ears in an attempt to make sense of the noise emanating from the cube. The voice that spoke was definitely male but his words were hardly recognizable between bouts of static and the low volume of his speech. It seemed their victory in solving the holocron wasn't to be so easily won... "Do you think the ship is causing the interference?" she asked over the noise of rushing static, "Or is it the recording that is flawed?" As she waited to see what Sol thought on the matter, she left her hand in place on the cube on the off chance that something could clearly be made out over the static.

((Let's try to keep going with this for a while. If either of us decides we don't want to though, we shouldn't hesitate to let each other know, sound good?))

Sol couldn't make out anything from the holocron through all the static. A random word here or there was intelligible but without any context it was utterly useless. Finally we find something that might give us some answers and it too is almost more trouble than it's worth, He thought to himself. "It might be both," Sol answered Cora's question. "I'll turn on the amplification circuit... And also Turn off the ships standby systems," Sol turned to go but halted for a moment, "Call me.. if anything changes." Walking out of the medical bay, he made his way to the cockpit, briefly stopping to seal the ship's exterior door for the night. Sitting down in the pilot's seat Sol checked for any communications that might have come while they were away. Finding none he began powering down all of the ships systems except the amplification circuit before heading back to Cora. Sol let out a sigh as he sat back down in the Medical bay. It had been a very long day. "I closed up the ship.. for the night. And then powered everything down. Did anything... Happen?" He looked questioningly at Cora.

((OK! I'm sorry I took so long. Of course the week we get back to it I have my first Hay cutting of the season >.< But I got everything all straightened out now! I promise to be quicker from now on!))
(((Also, It's a good thing all my work got deleted last night cause this is much better than what I had XD)))

Cora simply nodded as Sol exited the medical bay and mentally followed his movement down the hall for a moment before turning her attention back to the cube in front of her. She was becoming increasingly concerned by the lack of contact from either Master Ginn or Master Marek.

Pushing aside her emotions, Cora focused on the metal cube that was still emitting static. She was beginning to notice a pattern in the breaks and upon further study she realized that the recording was repeating itself. 'I wonder if it's broken...' she thought to herself. That would surely explain the static. 'But what if it isn't?' she thought in the same breath. Master Ginn had taught her well not to rule out any option without concrete evidence to the contrary.

Focusing on the static patterns, she made a sudden realization. "It's coded!" she said to herself, so caught up in her discovery that she barely noticed Sol's return.

((It's all good. I already explained in our hangout thread that I've given up apologizing all the time about RP stuff, it's kind of silly in most cases really...))

Sol silently leaned against the bulkhead of the ship watching Cora work with the cube. His question hung in the air as he waited for a reply though none came. She's completely ignoring me... He thought to himself feeling slightly indignant. Just as he was about to say something rude to her, he was saved by her sudden outburst.

Pulling away from the wall, Sol sat back down at the systems console, "initate search; Jedi Order transmission codes; Match with current data." Sol leaned back in his chair waiting for the computer to try and find a match to the particular code on the holocron. "Maybe this will find something," He said, turning his gaze back to Cora, "Also... Nice job... Figuring that out... I never would have thought..." Sol trailed off looking back at the console. He had seen holocrons before and there were plenty of them stored in the Temple Library. If any of them were coded though, he had never run across one. The console beeping brought his focus back to the moment as he surveyed the results. "There aren't any matches..." He relayed to Cora, "for any known message codes currently in use..." Sol sighed "Well... that didn't work..." He said frowning.

((So I saw! Which I'll have to get back to soon! Now that I got all the hay in, I'm a little less busy!))

"Oh uh... Good. You're welcome... Well. Goodnight then," Sol said as he exited the medical bay heading for his cabin. Once there he slid the door shut, quickly getting cleaned up and changing into a fresh set of robes before collapsing onto his bed. All he wanted to do was sleep but having promised himself earlier to work harder at training his senses, he instead sat up, crossing his legs, and cleared his mind. Reaching out with his feelings he immediately could feel the dull, ridged, pulsing energy from the ship as he began to let go. He could sense Cora's presence and energy in her quarters, much more sharp and crisp than his own. The Holocron gently tugging at his senses, still resting on the table in the medical bay. Reaching out further, he opened himself to the flows of energy in the force, letting himself get lost in the current.

He could feel his senses being pulled out of the ship and out into the planet's natural currents. Something just outside the ability of his senses brushed against him, again and again, sending chills up his spine. He could feel the forest he and Cora had been in earlier as he passed by. It feels... odd. Not right, Sol thought to himself. He started to recognize the familiar feelings of the swamp as he was swept along. Quickly he came across the beginnings of the ruins he had discovered earlier and was surprised to feel the current of the force getting stronger, pulling him along faster, deeper into the ruins. A familiar pulsing energy started to thrum though his being. It was exactly like the feeling he had at the temple he found earlier only... here the feeling that something wasn't right was even stronger and the current was pulling him directly towards it. Sol tried to resist the flow but it kept pulling him on. Starting to panic, he concentrated hard on returning his consciousness to his body, on resisting the pull of the temple. Slowly he started to break free of the current until, with a last great effort, Sol pulled free entirely, falling back onto his bed gasping for air. What WAS that? He thought to himself as he tried to calm down. The exhaustion of the day was finally taking a toll on him however, his thoughts becoming fuzzy. I... have to tell... Cora... He thought as sleep took him.

(( OH! Hah! XD I remembered the ship disappeared so I thought you were saying that there might have been something on the ship that would have helped and that they had missed the opportunity to find it since it was now gone, or, that if they could find wherever it had disappeared to, they could solve the cube problem that way. ... Hmm I read a lot into that one didn't I? XD

Also, I came back across the Temple bit I wrote earlier so I thought I'd give this a try. If it doesn't feel right though, don't hesitate to change directions! ))

Cora nodded, ”Goodnight.” The young padawan made her way to her own quarters and palmed the panel on the wall to slide the door open. Once she had passed by the sensor, the door closed behind her with a hiss and despite her fatigue, Cora didn’t immediately lay down to sleep. Instead she stripped down and took a moment to wash herself up at the sink. Using the refresher would have been a better idea but she didn’t want to have to redo the bandage Sol had wrapped around her leg already and wet hair was a pain to sleep on.

The Kyoorine would have been content to merely throw herself down on the bed and let sleep claim her but she resisted the urge and dressed in clean undershirt and pants. After hastily braiding back her long, white hair, Cora began to slowly work out the tension in her muscles, methodically stretching each party of her body until it had loosened. She probably could have fallen asleep where she sat on the floor, but the padawan forced herself to rise. She had been planning on meditating to clear her mind but found that sleepiness was quickly dulling her worries and decided that rest was more important.

Sliding beneath the sheets, Cora didn’t need to turn off the lights, and in fact hadn’t bothered turning them on at all. She knew that there would be some sort of safety light to combat the darkness of her cabin in case of a nighttime emergency but it wasn’t necessary in her case. The pillowcase was cool beneath her face and Cora was thankful for the ship’s regulated climate after a day spent running around in the hot and muggy day environment of Danboolag. Within seconds Cora was soundly asleep.

((Hehe, you did! I guess I didn't need to change it but oh well. Who knows where that ship went off to? I think it could be a good idea for them to visit the temple tomorrow. *Nods*))

Sol's dreams were troubled, making him toss and turn through the night. Visions of his Master and Cora's stuck in dangerous situations filled his mind. In one a dark creature with a giant open maw swallowed them whole. In another, dark hooded creatures had captured them and were torturing them for Sol and Cora's location. Then the holocron would appear and each time Cora and he were stuck trying to activate it when their lives depended on it the most and each time they failed. Sol tossed and rolled into a better position as another dream took him. This time he was standing on top of an impossibly thin spire barely big enough for his feet. All around him darkness threatened to consume him but for a single source of light above him. Looking up he thought, I need to reach and get to the light! And as he reached upwards, he lost his balance on the tiny foothold and he toppled backwards off the spire, the light growing fainter as he was sucked down by the darkness screaming all the way.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" Sol sat bolt upright, sweating and breathing hard. He felt the hard surface of the ships deck under his hands and realized that he must have fallen out of bed when his dream self had fallen. He got to his feet, still shaky, and wiped the sweat from his brow. Ugh... I had such horrible nightmares. I hope Cora didn't hear me scream, He thought to himself feeling faintly embarrassed. Sol quickly used the refresher to clean off the sweat from his nightmares, then righted his messy bed. Clean and with a fresh set of robes donned he exited his room heading for the mess hall. Sol still had his vision to discuss with Cora but it could wait for him to eat as he was starving. He passed by Cora's room on the way but decided not to bother her since it was still early. Entering the mess hall, he prepared a quick breakfast and sat down to fill his grumbling stomach and wait for Cora to wake.

((Annnnd DONE! And it only took me forever and a day >.< Also, Good idea! I'm all for a temple visit! Now I'm gonna go collapse in bed for real and get some sleep cause it's way late!))

Cora was a sound sleeper, trusting her internal clock to rouse her at the appropriate hour and for the fore to wake her if anything was amiss. She slept peacefully through the night until at bout an hour before dawn, a scream rent the air. Sitting bolt upright, Cora resisted the urge to dash towards its source and instead relied upon the force to investigate. A quick sweep of the ship told her that no one but herself and Sol was aboard and a brief touch upon the other padawan's mind reassured her that he was startled but alright. Laying back against her pillow, Cora followed Sol's unique signature for a few minutes before dosing off again and when Sol's light footsteps passed by her door, Cora didn't wake.

An hour later, Cora's internal clock woke her. She had had trouble in the past with certain planets whose rotation speeds were quite different from her own but it usually only took her a few days to acclimate to her new environment with the aid of the force. Fortunately Danboolag's rotation wasn't far off from a standard day on Corcusant and Cora woke up feeling refreshed. Having bathed the night before, Cora simply donned her tunic and boots, opting to forgo her cloak in light of the humid weather of Danboolag's environment. Exiting her room, she followed Sol's energy to the mess hall and was pleased to find that her leg seemed to be back to normal.

The smell of food made Cora realize just how hungry she was. Last night sleep had seemed more important than dinner but now her stomach was complaining at the lack of sustenance. Sitting down across from Sol, Cora helped herself to the remnants of the breakfast he had presumably prepared. "Good morning," she offered as she heaped eggs and some sort of protein onto a plate. Not caring that the food was cold, Cora unashamedly packed away her meal in a matter of minutes and washed it down with a glass of blue milk.

((I think Sol will have to mention the temple as Cora didn't really see it. I'm sure you were already planning on that though... ^^;))