[Language unknown: "Minte laart al n a"] The droid began, as it started moving away and out of the hangar.

Kal hurried to stand up and follow after the droid as it began to leave the hangar. He listened and he began to nod but then surprise swept across his face. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes widened and he mouth opened a bit.

He stumbled a step but regained his balance quickly. "Wait...Jedi? Energy field?" He frowned, his mind working furiously. He'd heard the words "Jedi" and "the Force" before but he didn't know a whole lot about them. He hissed at the droid after looking around to make sure no one was close. "What do you know about Jedi?"

The droid's processor hums for a few seconds.

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Kal hurried after the droid and listened carefully, even hunching a bit down towards the droid to listen better - though that may have made their conversation less unobtrusive than he would have liked had he given it much thought.

Even Kal had heard the name of Luke Skywalker before, though he didn't know a ton. He frowned slightly as he listened on, though. Another Jedi? Reinstituting the Order? There had been a Jedi Order, as in many Jedi??

This was a lot to take in. He looked around to make sure no one was around and then quietly asked, "Was...Mark...trying to be a Jedi? Or looking for one for some specific reason?"

There were a few internal clicks inside the droid as it worked through the question.

"No activity that was observed that would be indicative of being a Jedi. Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. Mark sought to be a 'Force Multiplier'; find allies to turn balance in favor of Resistance. Also sought The Witch Squadron, First Order defectors, sympathetic Hutts, among others."

Kal walked along with the droid, glancing at it when it seemed to be getting some data. He listened as the droid spoke on. He gave a nod of agreement to the statement about evidence or lack thereof. He muttered to himself, "Allies. Okay." That made sense.

His eyes widened a bit and his eyebrows slowly climbed up his forehead as the droid finished. "Okay. Defectors...I get, but can Hutts BE sympathetic??" It was only partially a joke. "Not sure I want to know what that would look like." He frowned. "But...wait...What's the Witch Squadron?"

"Intercepted communications between First Order Commanders make multiple references to a Witch Squadron. Strike team; incredibly successful. Stealth methodologies confound any common understanding, hence being called 'Witches'. Not part of Resistance, though First Order thinks different."

Kal absorbed that information and pondered it for a moment. "Hmm. Okay. Very interesting." After another moment he shook his head. "Thank you. But I don't think that's our focus right now, so we'll shelve that for the moment."

He frowned. "So he was kind of just looking for anything and everything to help the cause. Okay."

He suddenly paused and then looked at the droid. "Hey...do you know where we're going right now?"

"Ship destination, unknown. Our destination, Library."

The "library" really wasn't that. It was a common Morale, Welfare, and Readiness space, where multiple facets had been combined in one area. What was being called the Library was nothing more than a few holonet terminals.
The space was also being shared with, among other things, the only theater space on the ship. There was a rowdy crew in here, watching arguably their favorite action vid, talking out some of their favorite lines and cheering when the leading lady makes her first appearance.

Kal looked confused for a moment, "Library?" and then brightened, smiling slightly, "Oh, to go research?" He gave a nod. "Good thinking."

Then they arrived and the smile slid off his face slowly to be replaced by confusion once more. "Ah. Okay. Not...what I was expecting." He looked around and then to DD-3. "So...we sit here and relax, waiting for orders?" He glanced at the holonet terminals, "Or are we looking things up?"

Kal looked around for a moment, getting the lay of the land, but then walked over to one of the holonet terminals. He wanted to look up a few of things DD-3 had mentioned, things they had talked about. He hesitated, frowning lightly, and looked over at the droid.

He kept his voice low, "Would looking up any of the things we talked about...get me in trouble? I assume they monitor these."

OOC: His goal is to just see if he can do some light research in to a few of the topics, knowing he might not find anything, like Tython, Battle of Exagol, the Jedi, the Witch Squadron, and DD-3's former pilot.

"Machines are monitored, but unlikely to attract negative attention with given queries. Technical administrators would be shocked to find users doing academic research."

The droids optical sensor swerves sharply to the unaware crowd watching the vid.

Kalidyn Sunrider doesn't have Gather Information or Use Computer as skills, so what he pulls up in his research will be fairly basic.

What's coming most prominent in your search for the Battle of Exagol is talks of a parade in the capital of the New Republic. That the strike team, led by General Damaran and General Finn, combined with the aerial assault marshalled and led by General Calrissian was the largest upset in galactic military history, and has proved that the Republic can and will win this war against the First Order. The exact time and place, and whether to do it at all is hotly contested, as many see that while this is a great moment, it's a far step from victory.

Pages regarding the Witch Squadron look like what you would typically see associated with conspiracy theories. Individuals and small groups of individuals 'on the street' as it were, posting vids or still images taken of this mysterious group. There clearly is a group of fighters out there, wreaking havoc against the First Order, but how they're able to be so effective and why they're doing this runs the gamut of possible thought, with most of it in the far off world of the seemingly impossible; materials that have zero radar cross section, pilots communicating through telepathy so no communications to intercept, literal ghosts from the bygone wars, and more.

Looking for the Jedi, oddly, is where things begin to get strange. The screen goes black, as does most of the area around you, like there had been a power surge, with two glowing illuminating faces looking at you. One, a much younger woman, in attire very likely appropriate for the desert, and the other in old style of robes in strong Greens and golds.

The latter smiles at you, but remains silent.

Kal smiled slightly at the fact that his use of the terminals was abnormal. He then dove in to see what he could find. He muttered mostly to himself while he read. "Parades? Interesting but not what I'm after." While the information went on, the rest was also closer to congratulatory propaganda rather than about the battle itself. He frowned, felt a little disappointed, but kept going.

His eyebrows rose as he looked over the Witch Squadron information. "I mean, about what I'd expected from what you'd told me. A lot of theories and nothing much concrete, but...interesting. Some...disturbing." He chuckled softly.

He blinked in surprise when the screen went blank as he attempted his next search. "What the...?" He started to look around to see if the power had gone out for everyone, but then...

"Uhhhh...hello?" He whispered out of the side of his mouth towards DD-3. "You see them, DD-3?"

"Hello, my child" the image responds. Although you see the lips move you don't necessarily hear it in a traditional sense. It sounds...inward, as if it was your own mind, but through another's voice.

"Do not be alarmed, nobody but you can see, or hear me. I have been watching you for a long time now, and so thankful to see that you are finally starting to follow in your family's footsteps."

Kal froze in place for a few seconds. Had he just gone crazy? Had DD-3 spiked him with a hallucinogenic drug somehow? Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Except that one time when he thought he heard a voice he didn't recognize.

And of course the hallucinations told him no one else could see or hear them! That's how crazy works!

He took in a breath, trying to calm himself. He kept his voice pitched very quiet. "Um. Sorry." Small pause. "Whoooo are you? And why are you...here?" He'd almost said 'in my head' instead of 'here'.

He frowned. "Family's footsteps?" He shook his head and made a small noise. "Gas mining? No thanks."

"Fairy godmother?" She asked with a smile "No? I thought not. You may simply think of me as your long relative. My name is Nomi, and your family has a far greater tradition than gas mining and living on starships."

Kal's frown deepened the more he listened. He'd heard before that if you had to wonder if you were crazy, that meant you weren't, but he wondered at the logic of that. In fact, he was wondering about a lot of things right then.

"...uh. Okay. Hi, Nomi. I guess." He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Assuming I haven't gone crazy, which is a big ask 'if' right now, how...are you here? Why can no one else can hear or see you?" He then shrugged and half-nodded to himself. "And...I guess more importantly, what do you want? From me, I mean."

"The Force is everywhere, young one. In life, I was a Jedi Knight, defender of truth and justice in the Old Republic. My greatest triumph was at one of the order's lowest moments. I had become the Grand Master after war with the Sith nearly destroyed us, and helped rebuild us for a future that would last for another thousand generations."

"And now, once again, the Jedi Knights breath new life, and you, as my descendant, will become a part of this rebirth of the Jedi."

Kal listened and nodded along as the...spirit person spoke...up until the end. He stopped mid-nod and did a double-take. "Wait, WHAT?" He let out a small choking cough sound, looking pained slightly. "Jedi?? Me?!?!"

He shook his head and held his hands up defensively. "Nooooo. You clearly got the wrong guy. I'm no Jedi. I don't have any...." He waved one hand around in uneven circles as he stuttered and searched for the right word, "t-the, the, the, Connection to the Force or whatever. I'm just a pilot!"

"Some of the greatest Jedi in history were pilots" she replied with a friendly smile "The force can warn you of what is about to come, allowing you to react to something before it happens. I know it is scary, and seems impossible. My husband was a Jedi, and despite his constant reassurance, I did not believe him when he said that I could learn. It wasn't until he was murdered that I listened to him and sought out training. As someone who has very much been in your shoes, trust me."

That set Kal back a bit. He hadn't realized that, or maybe he hadn't known it.

"I'm sorry for your loss." That felt weird to say to a spirit.

And the more the spirit-hallucination talked about the Force, the more curious he was about it. It SOUNDED like it was something amazing to have access to but...

"What's the catch? I mean, you make it sound like it's amazing but...I feel a but coming...unless it's just that it requires training..."

"There is no additional risk that you're not already taking by being a member of the Resistance. Even in these darkened times, the word Jedi means hero to countless souls across the galaxy, which means you will also be instantly recognized as a threat to the Sith, the Hutts, and those who seek to prey on the weak and innocent."

There  is, or was, a moral code to adhere to, with being a Jedi, but I'd bet certain aspects would be up for discussion as the Order is rebuilt, especially when the order is being rebuilt by Jedi such as her."

The spirit of Nomi Sunrider nods her head to the side in the direction of the other image, one that has remained completely still this whole time.

Kal's eyes shifted to the image when the spirit nodded at it. He frowned slightly and rubbed the palm of one hand across his cheek for a moment as he thought things over. Finally, he spoke again. "So..." He let out a breath. "Potentially a bigger target on my back than from just being in the Resistance."

He looked down for a moment and then back up slowly. "Hypothetically...if I was interested...what would I have to do?"

"The Sith are in hiding, licking their wounds after the defeat at Exagol. Now is the best time for you to train. If that is what you wish, you must find Jedi Master Rey Skywalker. You will need her to train you, and I sense that she will need you before too long. I do not know where she is. I sense determination in her, but also remorse and great loss. I fear that she may yet fall to the Dark Side, and if she does, than all is lost."

Kal listened to what the spirit said, frowning lightly as he pondered the words. And their implications. It was...a lot to take in. Almost overwhelming. He was also starting to think he wasn't actually going insane, that this was all in fact happening. At least, he had started to hope it was. While he had never dreamed of being a Jedi or even anything remotely like that...it was...very interesting and also sounded dangerous. And danger wasn't something he was afraid of facing.

He let out a breath and nodded. "Very well. Do you know how....best to contact her? I should probably not just abandon the post I just got assigned to. Would it be...wise to let my superiors know about..." He waved a hand around to encompass himself and the spirit. "...well, maybe not that I have been talking to a...ghost? or what have you...Actually. Hmm. Saying I had a vision or dream about this just then sounds made up or like I'm looking for attention." He let out a sigh.