Class: Advanced Astrophysics
"For orbits in a non-axisymmetric potential, no component of the angular momentum is conserved. There are nonetheless two distinct families of orbits that contribute to the shape of the galaxy. The families are generated by stable, closed parent orbits . Starting at any point on the long axis of the galaxy, one can launch particles perpendicular to that axis. In general these will generate rosettes that do not close upon themselves."
"But for exactly one value of velocity at every position on the long axis, there is an orbit which returns to that point on the axis with the same velocity – it closes on itself, producing an orbit that is roughly elliptical. Small perturbations to this orbit produce orbits that fill a narrow ribbon straddling this orbit. Such orbits are called tube orbits. As the perturbations increase, the width of the ribbon increases, but the sign of the angular momentum of the orbit does not change."
As a small chime began to emit, the lights turned on slowly and the holographic galaxy that had spanned the entire room disappeared, planets and stars slowly fading back to nothingness. Hundreds of students began to rise, speaking as they were going to their next classes.
"Remember, your papers on recombination and scattering is due two weeks from now. If you need to see me for any reason, you know my hours. Have a good weekend, everyone."
As they left, Mak sat back down, grabbing his holocron and the papers he had been using for his classwork. Packing everything up, he slithered out too, seeing a batch of new students coming in with their professor not far behind them.
It had been a very long time since the events of his departure from the Jedi had happened. When the Council had sent Zayla back with Zana and the Witches, sealing the little girl's fate of becoming a Witch, he had finally had enough. Leaving Naboo and the Council, he had given up on the Jedi, on the fight against evil, on his own homeworld and on anyone he had considered a friend, ally or enemy.
And nothing had changed...
The wars still came and went. Takeovers still happened on worlds that were considered valuable. The Jedi and the Sith and the Witches and the Empire and the Rebels and every other group still continued on with what they knew best. He had since seen it was pointless to stop it. Perhaps before all of these groups had risen, before they had become powerful would it have been possible to stop the flow of tyranny and dictatorship, but not now.
And so, he had decided to go do what he had promised himself a long time ago: teaching once more.
He had missed being a professor of astrophysics at the Universities of Coruscant and Theed. Plus, being given a position at one of the leading institutions for applied sciences in the Galaxy was something he wasn't able to turn down.
The faculty and student body knew who he was, knew what had happened between him and the Galaxy, but it was never brought up, never mentioned. As far as he was concerned, his old life was done. Here he would spend the rest of his days teaching, no longer bothered by the problems of the Galaxy.
Coming to his office, his assistant was standing outside of it instead of her usual office, and the few reasons as to why was either he had someone waiting for him in his office or a student wished to speak to him.
"Miri, is someone in my office?"
"Yes, Professor Manto. I asked him to wait, but he said he wanted to speak to you alone and right away. It was strange."
"Who is it?"
"He wouldn't tell me his name, but I think he's from your past. He's a Gungan, Professor. I've never seen one before..."
Closing his eyes slowly, he began to breathe a bit harder before he nodded, his voice becoming harsher.
"Thank you, Miri. You can take the rest of the day off. Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you next week."
As she left, he looked at the wooden door, his hand on his cane shaking slightly before he typed in the code, the door sliding up and revealing his mysterious guest.