Journey to Arkania - Prelude - Day 1 - Teachers

The Boundless is a new ship, still scented from its manufactured state with chemical cleanliness. The carpets immaculate, the walls freshly installed and spotless. But what really stands out is the conference table, a spotless, gleaming transparasteel devoid of any marring or mark as of yet.

Around it sits a collection of Jedi Knights and Masters, speaking via hologram with Master Seidon Fell, an older Caamassi who is well known in the Jedi Order for acting as a surrogate for the will of the High Council. In fact Master Fell has been offered a seat on the Council three times and turned it down each time. "So," he says in a slow, calming voice, "that is it for a supply review. The Council has given a suggestion to pass on to you." His voice is melodic but the cadence suggests a care from Basic not being his first language. "A survival instruction for your students. Safely simulating a shuttle crash and instructing them to make their way to the academy on foot. Your thoughts?"

As the Knights and Masters work, they discover more about the surface of Arkania, a planet so cold and rocky that even the equator could be best described as 'a ski lodge' in terms of terrain and vegetation. The Academy grounds have been prebuilt by droid labor and the Boundless carries more than enough supplies to last the year until the Academy is self-sufficient.

Their preparations are interrupted by a Mirillian Republic naval officer, his green skin clashing quietly with the Orange uniform. He salutes sharply, with a small smile, "Master Jedi," he blinks then pauses, "master Jedis?" He clears his throat with a small wince. "I am captain Zeth Drexim. The Boundless is ready to get underway as soon as your students have been brought on board. One of them seems to be missing, according to the passenger lists, though." He pulls a small datapad from his belt, "Ian Maxwell."