[b][i][u][h2][center][color=8dc73f]Mazai Kiro[/color][/center][/h2][/u][/i][/b]

Maz rode the otherwise empty elevator down from the Council Chambers to the Library, as it descended she ran her hand across her head tentacles and robe in one last attempt to make sure nothing was amiss on her person before the doors opened. As she entered the library her black eyes scanned across the room, it was sparsely inhabited at these hours with only a handful of visitors throughout. After the cursory examination she promptly began to stride through every aisle of the library keeping an eye out for anything that might be amiss or someone who might be in need of some assistance. Predictably however, everything seemed to be fine, what few visitors were present were there frequent enough they knew their way around almost as well as her. 

Finally she turned her attention to the holocron vault, she could feel the dark energy of the Sith Holocrons, a constant reminder that she should consider moving her desk a bit further away from the vault. As she did every day she took a moment to consider just destroying the lot of them. She'd get in trouble sure, but it might be the right thing to do. Who knows what horrible things the wrong person might be capable of with those holocrons? She'd never forgive herself if the knowledge on those holocrons ended up being used for evil. But as she had done every day prior she thought better of it and instead turned her focus to a small desk near the vault.

She took a seat at the desk and activated a datapad sitting on it from the day before. As the datapad flickered to life it revealed an ancient Jedi text. A report on the Outer Rim world of Rhen Var compiled by Jedi explorers of times long past. It detailed the architecture, geography, and geology of the planet as well as even some information on the society and culture of the now extinct native Rhen Varites. It was one of hundreds of such texts she had read since arriving on Valkaina. Though the irony of reading about a desolate lifeless ice world while living on a desolate lifeless ice world wasn't lost on her, she found the whole thing fascinating. As Valkaina was actively exemplifying, even planets that are little more than afterthoughts to the galaxy at large were absolutely invaluable. She longed to be out exploring like the Jedi who had compiled this text once were, but still recognized the importance of her task at the Temple. For now, this was more important than exploring far away worlds. Knowledge like this needed to be preserved. She shuddered at the thought of how much knowledge would be lost to apathy should the Mandalorians be ultimately victorious in their conquest of the galaxy. 

Maz was however roused from her musing as she noted an adolescent Zabrak dressed in the garb of a padawan approaching her desk from the reading area out of the corner of her eye. She clasped her hands together atop her desk and smiled warmly as he approached. "Excuse me, Master Kiro?" he spoke softly to her. [color=8dc73f]"Yes, what can I help you with?"[/color]. He replied nervously "I-I'm looking for a text on lightsaber repair." She maintained the same smile being sure to not seem condescending or patronizing in any way, recognizing how embarrassing the situation likely was for him. She rose to her feet and put a hand on his shoulder before leading him to a holoterminal near the reading area and quickly brought up the title and places of all texts pertaining to lightsaber construction and repair. [color=8dc73f]"One of these should suffice. But do be careful."[/color] He looked over the terminal taking note of everything on the display. "Thank you." Maz nodded [color=8dc73f]"If you need anything else feel free to ask."[/color] she waited a moment before turning away and returning to her desk. [color=8dc73f][i]Another thrilling adventure on Valkaina![/i][/color] she thought to herself as she sat down and set back to reading once more.