"From da core?  Which world you from?  Coruscant?  Kuat?  Corellia?"  At this point, a number of other of the creatures, some obviously children, have crept out of the crystals to stare at the strangers.  There are over a hundred of them in the amphitheater.

"Honestly, I ain't sure. We were lorded over by a Star God named Vexember. We managed to get some star ships up and running, and escaped the planet. A few stops later and some odd mystical voices talkin' to us, we found ourselves here".

When Django speaks of the mystical voices the creatures begin to whisper among themselves.  Whispers of 'Jedha'i' and 'force' are prevalent.  The leader nods.  "It is da wills a da Force, den.  You have come ta free da galaxy."  The word 'wills' sounds funny in his accent.

He limps over to the altar and empties his hand of something on the altar.  It tinkles like glass on glass.  "Our task is filled.  Come, take."

Tump glances over to Vyctor and Irin. "Corellia, that's where we were. I heard it mentioned a handful of times before we left." He looks back over to the limping crystal alien. "What task we y'all in charge of?"

"Ta protect da Khyber seeds.  Da crystals of da wills."  Again he motions to the altar.  Lying there on the pink crystalline surface are seven small crystals.  Green, blue, yellow, black, silver-grey, clear, and some kind of pearlescent.  Each is slender, but shaped with the same prismatic design as if light should pass through from one end to the other along the length of the crystal.

They seem to hum.
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"They're beautiful!"  Irin approaches and waves her hand over them, seemingly afraid to touch them.  Her hand passes over the yellow and she pauses then goes back to it.  "Do you hear-  No, do you feel that?  They are humming, almost singing to us!"  Her face beams and there is a calm and wonder there that is perfection.

Irin had always been beautiful, but at that moment, there was something flawless about her, an energy radiating out of her that somehow enhanced that, not in a primal, physical way, but in a way that souls can connect to one another on a higher level.  At that moment, there is a connection - not made, but extended - between her and those that can see the energy.

She takes the yellow crystal and holds it aloft, perhaps to gain a better look at it in the light.  It looks nothing less than a vision of victory, a champion queen holding aloft the emblem of triumph over the forces that had assailed her and her people.

All around her the aliens get to their knees.  They sit with backs straight, hands on their knees as if meditating, though they say nothing and their red eyes are open, staring.

Irin beckons the others.  "Come.  It's like nothing you've ever imagined.  Knowledge, the sense of life, the sense of time..."

Tump steps up to the altar. He looks over at Irin as the yellow light of her chosen khyber crystal then turns his attention back to the six remaining crystals. With a similar gesture, he holds his hand just above the crystal, not quite sure what to expect. An affinity to one of them, or perhaps something to guide his hand.

All the remaining crystals resonate at his presence, but as his hand passes over the blue crystal, a sense of calm takes over him. Something reaches out to him, inviting him to pick it up.  As he reaches for it, it nearly leaps off the altar into his hand, and the sense of calm that tingled all over him now begins to focus itself at his core.

Tump steps back from the altar, crystal in hand, with a new sense of purpose and determination in his heart.
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Django steps forward next, doing the same as the other and feeling out for a twinge of emotion.

The yellow crystal resonates with feelings of empathy, healing, knowledge and connection to all living things.  Healing in this sense is not just physical or even emotional healing of individuals, but healing of relationships and civiliations as well.

Blue gives you the sense of a weapon honed for battle, precision, and justice.  It gives the sense of one who is a guardian of his people, but as one who seeks out those who would destroy rather than waits for them to come to him.  There is an intellectual side here, knowledge is a weapon as much as anything so the crystal gives off a sense of patience, skill, and a desire to think through situations and a will to strike when necessary.

Black gives you a vision of a wall, like a fortress.  Immovable, protection, the identity of the one who stands at the front of clan in the way of danger.  It feels dangerous, precise, and able to absorb all that is thrown at it in willingness to sacrifice everything to keep clan alive.

Grey seems to be pure patience, knowledge, peace, and individuality.  There is no clan or seeking of power for any purpose, just a sense of balance.  It gives you a sense of the vastness of space, not in an overwhelming sense, but as a place to explore and learn.  Knowledge is not experienced as power, but a tool and something to be learned for it's own sake.  There is passion there but tempered by patience, the knowledge to fight and fight well, but the wisdom to know that fighting is almost never necessary.  Above all there is balance and within the balance...peace.

Green gives a sense of mystery but not as in something unknowable, but in something that should be solved.  There is a hint of the revelation of puzzles, intricacies of governments, and something far grander, the mysteries of...something.  Green has a detached feeling to it, an isolation or meditative quality to it.  This feeling doesn't disconnect from everything on a permanent basis but takes a step back in order to understand all things better.  There is peace here, too, peace in the sense that all things have their proper place, peace that comes from solving a puzzle, completing something, or bringing nations together in harmony.

The clear one is a strange, empty feeling.  Not in an isolated, imprisoned way, but more like an expectation of being filled.  There is nothing else to it, no knowledge, no wisdom, no peace or passion, just the vast, empty place...waiting.

The last one, the pearlescent one of scintillating colors is the opposite of the clear.  It is full of energy, life, power, passion, love, hate, anger, joy, all the gamut of emotions.  There is something else there, a sense of 'goodness' or 'rightness' that wants to harness all these feelings towards a purpose.  What that purpose is, does not come across by waving a hand over it.  It's almost as if the crystal is alive with a will of it's own.
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Django's hand hovers over the grey crystal. He keeps it there for a long time, before slowly drifting it to the black. He closes his eyes, concentrating. When he opens them, he looks down in his hand to see the black crystal reflecting glints of light. He nods, solemnly, and steps away from the altar.

Vyctor looks at the altar and shrugs.  He goes over to it and passes his hand over slowly as the others had done.  He looks back at Django with a frown, then back to the crystals.  "Is something supposed to happen?"

The aliens whisper amongst themselves, but do not speak out loud.

Tump furrows his brow. "Strange. You don't feel anything from the crystals?"

He glances down at the blue one in his hand. "It was almost like this one was calling out to me, asking me to pick it up."

"Maybe you ain't holdin' your hand right or something". Django looks over and asks one of the aliens "What's it mean if someone doesn't get any kind of sensation from these?" he says, holding up the black crystal.

"Dis mean he is not sensitive to da Force."

"Force sensitive? What does that even mean? I've only heard The Force mentioned a couple times, and I still have no idea what that is."

Tump reaches into his pack and pulls out a small disk. "I've got a force shield, is that what you're talking about?"

The main alien shakes his head in the negative and begins to step backward, unerringly, without looking backward toward the crystals.  The others begin to fade back into the crystals as well.

"Captain!  The lifesigns..." she holds up the datapad.  "They are disappearing!"  On the pad, the hundreds of dots representing the non-human life signatures are dwindling slowly.

Django looks around, clutching his crystal. "Hey! Wait a minute. The heck are we s'posed to do with these?".

"So, we got some pretty rocks, some cryptic message, from some weird looking ghosts, based on some feelings?  I'd say we're on the right track."  Vyctor frowns and walks away from the altar.  "Let's go.  Jedha is a dead end."  His tone carries more desire than command.

Django takes one last look around and turns as well to leave. "I ain't sayin' I entirely agree with the dead end sentiment, but yeah. I ain't a fan a' all this hokey mystery business. But there's somethin' to it. Even if you don't believe it, or can't see it. There's been some strange stuff happening, and not just to me. We were lead here by all this, and that makes the hair on my neck stand up".

Tump gazes deeply at the crystal in his hand before stuffing it, and the force shield generator back in his pack. "This whole thing keeps getting weirder and weirder, but don't worry Vyc, I'm not starting to reconsider our deal."

Vyctor nods and wipes at his tattooed eyes, trying to wipe away all the confusion.  "I'll meet you outside.  I think I'm done with this cave."  He turns and leaves.

Irin, securing her crystal in a pouch on her vest, scoops up the rest in a small cloth, then quickly follows.
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Django exits, making for the Falcon.

The group of four make it back to the Falcon with no issues.  The crystals of the planet are eerie in their silence, especially considering the aliens or whatever those where back in the cave.  Ready to get back to a more normal environment, the Falcon blasts off and is soon back on the moon, Jedha, and in the company of Inarra, the droids, and the other ships.

Vyctor stands up as soon as the Falcon touches down and announces that he will be in the B-wing, running pre-flight checks.  Then he leaves abruptly and in silence.