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A phantom stalked the Archive.

It was an old phantom - one that had stalked these shelves for many years. The specter rarely made itself known, and left only traces of its existence when it did. A jedi or sith would catch a flicker of movement at the edge of their peripherals. An occasional holocron or tome would be left out, misplaced, or moved when no one was looking. Sometimes the most observant might even hear a faint clicking as the apparition wandered the aisles.

Smooth mechanical legs silently carried the Agent of Wrath through the jedi archive. A pair of glowing eyes scanned the numerous volumes that adorned the shelves, but it made no move to examine them further. These pieces had already been archived. They have already been preserved.

The Agent moved on.

Shadows draped themselves over the droid's body while the light skirted around its frame. Only the most advanced sensors would have even felt a hint of its passing, though perhaps the Force sensitives might have felt its presence. The Force flowed through the strange metal construct as surely as any jedi or sith. Unlike its organic counterparts, however, the droid did not radiate with either light nor dark. It simply... was.

The Agent of Wrath moved on through the archive with a gait that flowed like water. It was quieter than a whisper. It watched. It listened. It recorded.

It preserved.