It had been several days since Hunter's first encounter with Orla Dume, but he had been preoccupied with a new member of their bach; Omega. After rescuing Omega and settling her in with her own space to sleep, he finally found time for Tech could find any files matching the girl on Onderon. Echo and Tech helped to work through hours of hacking and searching hundreds of files to find the person Hunter so desperately wanted to know about.
Tech's fingers trailed through each file that existed in the Republic database. Jedi files were limited as most of their storage was held in the Jedi temple, which to their guess,5t had been destroyed. Every Jedi padawan, knight or master they could find but nothing was ringing a bell.
Echo became more and more doubtful after every passing picture. "Hunter we've been searching for hours and nothing is coming up. So what if she's a Jedi she's not going to help us, there's no point in trying?"
"Just keep looking, she could still help us. I'll know her when I see her." Hunter wan't sure why either, there was just something that stook out to him. Having a Jedi on their side would be risky but useful, "and it's not just me, Tech wants to know too."
"Well I'm not as obsessed as you but sure, I'm curious, but not because I think she would help us" When the next file popped up, Tech hummed at the familiar face.
"Is this her?" Tech brought the image to the middle of the screen and Hunter's face lit up. The girl looked like the one they encountered but slightly younger with longer hair. She reminded Hunter of the Padawan he had worked with before Order 66 was announced and he thankfully escaped. They had the exact same eyes, a glistening teal-blue full of fiery spirit.
"Yes! That's her! What's her name?"
Tech scrolled through the limited amount of information as most of it was sealed up and would have to do more hacking to gain access. "Orla, Orla Dume."
"Wait did you say Dume?" Echo swivelled his chair around to see the file.
"Yes? Why?"
From the back of the ship, Omega and Wrecker entered, back from exploring her new room and sat down to listen to the rest of the members' conversation.
"Dume. Caleb Dume, that was the padawan who was with us on Kaller." He searched his name into the database and the padawan's picture apperead.
Hunter's face switched to concern. "So that girl, Orla, is that padawan's sister?"
Tech didn't notice Omega sneaking behind him to fit on one of the chairs. Elbows rested on the besk, she gazed up at the mysterious person on the screen and the lines of writing below it.
Birth date: 45BBY
Rank: Jedi Master
Role: Jedi Sentinel guard
Master: Grand Master Yoda
Status: Missing in battle, possibly dead
"Who's Yoda?" Omega asked, looking at the column of her master. The rest of the members turned back to where Omega was pointing to the name.
"Yoda, Yoda," Tech recited, scanning his finger around at what Omega found. "Master Yoda, he's a Jedi who uses an ancient religion the Jedi called the force. Yoda was part of the high council and he is the Grand master of the Order which means he is the highest ranking of all the Jedi. According to my intel, he trained two students. One named Dooku later turned and became the Separatist leader Count Dooku. But I didn't know about the other one until now. According to the description Orla Dume became a temple guard after becoming a Jedi master at the age of 23. She's the youngest person to ever be granted the rank of master. That title once belonged to Mace Windu who became a master and was offered a seat on the council at age 28. Interesting my intel didn't know this before. Let me take a look at this." Tech took back control of the database and Echo went back to unblocking each page with more motivation now that they'd found her."
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