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Post by Jensin Kal on Jul 25, 2014 18:16:48 GMT -8
Deep into the dune sea it was no doubt unlikely too stumble upon anything of value. It's just a desolate wasteland not kind to those of organic material, such as the group of Stormtroopers dragging their boots threw the sand with their devices at hand. An officer hung back, holding the binoculars to his helmet to see the Imperial Sand crawler making it's way threw the Dunes. One of the Imperial soldiers had older looking armor, the white had been rusted to reveal the metallic silver beneath the white all over his chest plate and helmet. He removed his helm revealing an older face, he glanced down at what he thought to be just more scrap sticking out of the sand. This was in fact a lot more valuable, the Lightsaber. Do anyone else see what's wrong here.
The older soldier spoke up as the others moved around and spotted the weapon. The officer came around looking down at it, he looked up out into the Dunes feeling the heat upon his sweaty face. He looked to the older man. No corpse. I was there when the commander killed him. No one would survive multiple saber wounds going threw the body...not like that.
The old man smirked.
He is a Jedi Knight sir, in my time I've seen this one survive worse.
For just someone to say that man was alive gave him a temper, it was his team that came down to overlook the body. Second thoughts flicked threw his mind as he thought he should of been there to send one final blow to the mans head just to be sure, these thoughts were shot down threw fear for his life. Revlan is dead. He is just a man. NO MORE.
The officer said, continuing to his com link where he contacted the sand crawler for pick up. When the lightsaber was taken the soldiers along with the officers began making way for the sand crawler as it moved to their position. The old man had been starring in the opposite direction when suddenly a smile crept along his mouth at the sight of the blood trail, the sand blew with the wind revealing the faint stain of red sunk into the more compact sand beneath the drift. Along the dunes, threw the many drifts miles away his foot stomped into the sand, his dry and bloody hand sinking into the side of the hill threw the sand. It was very tiring moving up on a dunes side, Revlan had blood all over himself. His robe had been torn from combat. He recalled the hunters face, the lack of emotion. It wasn't even Sith, 'it' was a proper name. The Jedi hunter must have gone threw immense amount of torture, trained to feel the worst kind of pain and live threw it.
This wasn't the first time he had lost in Lightsaber combat but it was the first time he was beaten to near death, actually he sort of cheated death since he died back there for at least five minutes. His throat felt like it's been torn out it hurt, the wounds to the chest no doubt hurt with every step felt like constant torture but on a level his throat felt the most painful. What was that in the distance? The glare of a ship caught his eye, all the way out here it was no doubt Imperials. Unarmed, undone. He could fight no more. By now they must of spotted his wandering self struggling threw the sand, he let himself fall. Hitting the sand frontwards onto his stomach, slowly glancing up at some sort of illuminating object emitting a glow of blue even in the light of day, perhaps he could only see this apparition since it spoke his name. He looked to it with a sense of sadness coming about him, Revlan looked at his father smiling at him as he reached up towards the ghost as high and far his arm could stretch towards him.
''Over there!''
He heard then when someone had spotted his hand rise up over a dune as if they thought he were waving for them. Three mysterious people ran to his aid, their faces covered by cloth, two of them wearing goggles and glasses, the third a woman looking down upon the man with her blue eyes. A man knelt holding a container of water which Revlan took and drank. Refreshing yet the exuastion had gotten to him greatly. His eyes closed as he felt them lift him just before he passed out.
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Post by Jensin Kal on Jul 28, 2014 17:30:28 GMT -8
Everything had once been about family. There was nothing in this galaxy that could get in between him and his little brother but everything seemed to deteriorate after their father died, it was like trying to build a castle with dry sand. Everything just fell apart, no matter how hard he tried to prevent it. He's alone in an enclosed room, wondering if he was a prisoner or not. The turning of the handle would answer his questions, locked in as a prisoner would mean everyone in this ship made a grave mistake. He stopped and reached out to pull the lever when the door slid open and a woman had been standing there sort of caught off guard. I'm surprised you're already up Revlan.
She said to him as if she had known him for a long time. The woman smiled and turned back into the ship's corridor, so he followed behind her. Something about this ship seemed awfully familiar too him as if he walked threw these halls once before. As he'd been walking he followed along with his finger dragging across the indented crack, it had even been on the other side as well. It had been that moment when for some reason he could hear the sounds of light sabers screeching and wavering along these halls. When he reached the main room near the center of ship he could feel the warm draft of the dune sea rush in from down another corridor, the ramp must of been opened. He stopped and looked to her. You know me, I've been here before haven't I ?
Revlan said, questioning her.
Is there something - *Noticing the dry blood in his hair* did you hit your head?
She said too him moving around the center table to take a closer look at his head. He merely stood there as her hand moved up to the side of his head, though the wound was completely healed there had been a lot of dry blood. Do you remember anything at all..
She said just as she brushed her fingers across for a closer look at his scalp. Quick sudden images. Revlan & Atalia back to back fighting off three Acolyte pawns serving under a high lord of the Sith. From venturing into the depths of Dagobah too escaping certain death scenarios, Revlan has been threw a lot with this group. Some..but i do remember being hunted down and it won't be long until they find us. Is the ship flight ready?
He said concerned about the time they've spent here. Somehow he knew she was going to say no, and a part of him somewhat felt there was more to be done here on this planet before they were to escape the Stormtroopers. Kebb, Mira and Steph are gone to Mos Eisley to retrieve the parts we need...for now you and I stay low.
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Post by Jensin Kal on Aug 12, 2014 20:33:26 GMT -8
Revlan pressed his back against the corridor wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor with his knee's up. He lit a cigar which gave a sudden illuminating look to the dark hall until it was nothing but the burning substance at the end of his cigar each time he inhaled it into his lungs. He grabbed his Jedi weapon to glance at it until his breathing started to rattle, his hands shaking. He lowered his hand to hang over his knee as the cigar smoked at it's edge, sudden images of the past, of loss and responsibilities failed would haunt him forever.
You only know true loss when you lose something you loved more then yourself. It leaves an empty feeling, an anchor that weighs you down until you're neck deep. Anxiety and depression are his demons, not anger or hatred. Perhaps reigning terror and being the one raising the fire is better then living a lie, telling yourself what your not. A shadow blocked out the light from the main room when he looked over and found a man caught off guard to find him there like that. You must be Kebb.
Revlan said to break the silence between them as he got himself up off the floor and approached the man who Atalia supposedly said he knew. Kebb was a bit chubby, he stood a few inches higher then Revlan but he was actually robotic from the waist down. Your memory must be improving then..
He shook his head in response.
No, unless your a man named Mira or Steph then i apologize for my ignorance. I guess we know each other then, your the mechanic. I do recall that. You lost your legs after you got infected and I - uh...Revlan stopped. Dammit.
Kebb smirked.
You saved my life, hell, these legs were the best thing that happened to me. Don't sweat it, I owe you.
Kebb said to him then passed Revlan to where he'd been heading originally. Revlan looked out into the main room where he found Atalia, Mira & Steph speaking amongst each other. He had a weary look in his face, deciding not to interrupt pretending he'd already been acquainted with everyone, he did not like to be re introduced. He closed his eyes for a few moments thinking to himself with his hands ontop the round table, they spoke among each other on the other side. He heard a few things, something about the Imperials, politics and the smugglers moon. He didn't care, he opened his eyes. Do we have the damn parts or not.
He said to them, Atalia nodded.
For a man that cannot remember you seem eager to get going.
Mira switched on the holo map and looked at Revlan.
If you think we're getting off this planet in the state the ship is in then you're mad. If we take off they'll quickly detect us, follow us and set up a blockade somewhere then trap us yet again.
Mira said. He cursed to himself and slammed his fist down upon the table. He looked to his side when Kebb returned to the main room and found that everyone had been looking at him like he had done something, he stopped and looked back. What?- Oh. Right. Let me just shit out the parts we need on demand then smash the ship systems with a wrench until they flare to life...this ship is a hunk of junk. It's disabled and the only difference between me and It, is that i can still kick ass.
He said to them then crossed his arms with a look of confidence. Revlan pointed at him for a second. We'll need that kicking ass if it comes to that, He looked at Atalia. We're going to Anchorhead and finding a pilot. Kebb, take what you see worth taking from the ship and maybe we could sell it. Set the core for detonation and then lets get out of here.
He said to the group who did what he asked. Atalia had noticed he'd changed, maybe for the worse. She didn't know quite yet what it was but he had a dread about him, something dark, like he wanted to drag everyone around him 6 feet under. Maybe she was the crazy paranoid one but perhaps there was a chance he could be dangerous, in the past her instincts usually proved to be right.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Aug 14, 2014 18:32:22 GMT -8
The Elder unstrapped his water bladder and took a long drink from it before re-corking it and setting it next to him. Then he brought his legs together and unhooked his lightsaber and began inspecting it.-The Elder-
"The plan is quite simple...."The Elder expanded his hands and held his lightsaber aloft with the Force. The ancient weapon disassembled in the air, the twin Mephite and Pontite crystals shining with a strange light. Their green light lit the small shelter's rock walls up dimly as they spun around, the Elder inspecting them to make sure they had faired well while in Jud'dayus's care.Several minutes passed while the Elder reassembled his lightsaber, the only sounds being the sandstorm and the movement of the parts reassembling themselves. Finally, after what would seem like an eternity, the lightsaber was completed. The Elder gripped the hilt and with a simple movement of his finger the green blade shot out, lighting up the inside of the rock alcove with its bright light.-The Elder-
".....We knock."The Elder switched off his lightsaber and clipped it back onto his belt. Almost immediately the soft snoring of the old man could be heard from the mouth area of his mask. |
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 14, 2014 19:27:56 GMT -8
The Twin Suns could be felt before they could be seen. As night turned to morning the Elder was already awake, stretching his arms. The Elder focused on some loose sand at the top edge of the rocks that had protected them and brought it down on Anven using the Force.
-The Elder-
"Wake up. It is morning. We need to be there by the time Tatoo two sets."
The Elder was feeling chipper this morning. He felt alive and young. Absorbing as much power as he had it was a miracle he was not floating on the sand. The ancient Shaman swung his staff at Anven, trying to hurry the young man.
-The Elder-
"Quickly. We have a long walk ahead of us."
Before Anven could even mention his speeder, the Elder held out his hand and then brought it back in. The water they had gathered from the R'Crurak cache untied itself and came to him. The Elder then swept his hand aside and the speeder moved into the rock alcove. He then started walking, carrying their water away in what seemed like a random direction.
-The Elder-
"We will be entering sacred ground. The only way of travel allowed there besides by Bantha is by foot. I hope you are wearing comfortable shoes."
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Post by Anven Firestar on Aug 15, 2014 5:15:08 GMT -8
Anven who was having wonderful dreams of blow stuff up was suddenly woken by the sound of sand falling upon him and falling off his armor, he at first opened one eye to see what was going on only to see a staff being swung at him by then he got the idea that it was time to get up. He at first slowly picked himself up off the ground brushing the remaining sand off of him and even took off his helmet and gave it a good shake to free it of sand then placed the helmet back upon his head. It was quite obvious a good nights sleep had done the Elder some good since the chipper mood he was in was evident not only in how he talked but Anven could feel it through the force as well ... The Elder was clearly happy about something.
Seeing the Elder had already take care of most things hang grabbed the water and storing away his swoop while Anven was being slow as usual in the morning he continued on in a unhurried fashion grabbing the rat of supplies from the swoop and grabbing a few essentials from the bags on his swoop and attaching them to his utility belt before following after the Elder a little ways behind him. Anven did not question the Elder's decision to leave the swoop behind knowing in a sense the Tuskens held their sacred grounds in high regard and so he did not want to offend them he just hoped wearing his armor wouldn't go against some old tradition of theirs when entering scared ground. Course at least so far hearing no complaint from the Elder Anven just continued after the old man slowly beginning to pick up pace as he began to fully awaken from his sleepiness eventually coming to walk alongside the Elder quietly following him out into what seemed like the middle of nowhere in the vast Dune Sea.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 15, 2014 10:32:27 GMT -8
They had been walking for nearly an hour before the Elder spoke again. The Tusken Shaman adjusted the rope which he had tied their spare water together with on his shoulder.
-The Elder-
"You are quiet, Anven. Is something on your mind?"
The concern was evident in the Elder's voice. The Elder was used to walking the Dunes, waking up just before dawn and starting a journey. Anven was a member of the R'Crurak, but that did not mean he was used to the rough desert terrain.
-The Elder-
"You had best cheer up, and take this."
The Elder tossed a container of water back to Anven. The water sloshed around inside. The Elder kept the other one.
-The Elder-
"We will need to make a sacrifice to the Suns before entering the blessed land."
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Post by Anven Firestar on Aug 15, 2014 14:45:06 GMT -8
Anven walked along beside the Elder in silence that lasted for nearly an hour the whole time Anven pretty much walked silently with a clear mind since he had stopped wondering what was going to be in the vault some time ago and just kinda of started to enjoy the peace and quiet. Course When the Elder spoke up again Anven assumed he must of gotten a different impression for Anven's silence for he could hear the genuine concern in the Elder's voice.
"No nothing is wrong was just kind of enjoying the silence."
As they continued walking Anven would snatch the water container out of the air as the Elder tossed it over to him and would let out a chuckle at the Elder's comment on cheering up.
"Right I am just so down right now as we are about to bust open an ancient vault that could possibly hold great wonders and if we are lucky some new toys to blow stuff up with."
The sarcasm in Anven's voice clearly showed he was quite the opposite of being down for he was actually excited to see what wonders lay behind the old Kumumgah vault and of course he was hoping it was some kind of super awesome weapon. Though what the Elder said next caught Anven a bit by surprise for he had no idea what the Elder meant by a sacrifice to the suns though he sort of assumed that meant killing of some kind of beast or maybe leaving something valuable behind. Having no idea what the sacrifice actually meant and so he thought he just spit it out and ask the Elder the dumb question anyway since he probably should of known by now something like this having been with the R'Crurak clan for some time now and was likely to hear about it later for missing possibly not knowing something that was likely important to the Tusken culture ... at least he assumed as much.
"What exactly is a sacrifice the Suns?"
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 15, 2014 20:47:48 GMT -8
The Elder nodded understandingly. He could now feel the anticipation in Anven. He wanted the Vault to hold something powerful. The Elder did as well, but the power he wanted was the knowledge of the ancients. There were enough weapons in this world.
-The Elder-
"You should temper you thirst for violence. The Kumumgah were a peaceful people before the Rakatan attacked and enslaved them. It is entirely possible we will find nothing in the vault but books."
The Elder hoped there was something there besides books and knowledge, but he was not looking for much else. If anything it would make Anven happy. The Ancient Shaman coughed a bit and cleared his throat before explaining the Sacrifice.
-The Elder-
"The Blessed Land is believe to be where the last ancient Kumumgah city stood before the planet was glassed from Orbit. We will each give all of our water to the sands to sate the thirst of the Ancestor's spirits, so they might grant us passage through their land. The word Blessed is used only out of reverence for them. The land we are going to be going through is believed to be one of the most cursed places on the planet."
The Elder stopped at the top of a tall Dune, and let go of the ropes he held. The water containers fell to the sands. He untied his own water bladder as well, uncorking it and taking a final drink before he began pouring it into the sand.
-The Elder-
"I suggest you drink your fill before we go any further."
Beyond the Dunes lay rock canyons and plateaus, made of the famously reddish hued Tatooine sandstone and rock.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Aug 16, 2014 3:37:13 GMT -8
Anven stopped alongside the Elder atop a sand dune and looked out at what lay beyond seeing more rocky terrain ahead of them he assumed this was the scared land the Elder had spoken of. Just seeing it brought lingering thoughts of what may be hidden within the vault and of course when weapons came to mind Anven caught himself and stopped his thoughts from wandering any further for as the Elder had said he had to learn to temper his liking for violence.
"I see your point now on "tempering" my thirst for violence, I guess old habits die hard and my days as a mercenary kind of did make me a bit ... violent."
Anven listened in on the Elder's explanation on what just this sacrifice was supposed to be knowing it was an important part of this quest they were on and of all things the last he would want to do would be to offend the Kumumgah spirits and of course save himself a beating from the Elder later for being stupid and ignorant. Once the Elder had finished speaking Anven did as he was instructed taking off his helmet before taking his little water container from his belt and began to drink in big gulps for this would likely be his last chance for a while before dumping the rest out onto the sand. He continued by then dumping the water out of the container the Elder had tossed to him giving all the water he had to the sands for the Kumumgah spirits.
"Honestly I will admit it wouldn't be so bad if all we found were just books, if anything the knowledge they could hold would greatly benefit the clan."
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 16, 2014 10:45:16 GMT -8
The Elder opened both of the last containers he was carrying and tipped them over, spilling the clear cool water into the sand, which darkened and absorbed the water. Within a few minutes the sand was already close to being dry again. The Elder looked up at Anven and sighed.
-The Elder-
"The Clan may not be ready for what we find. If so, I need to know that you will not go against my decision. There was a reason Jud'dayus and I agreed not to find it."
The Elder stood up, pulling himself up with his staff and brushed his robes off. He spoke as he brushed himself off.
-The Elder-
"Of course, if you do go against my decision, you had better be prepared to back it up."
The threat was not subtle, but it was also not meant to start a fight here and now. It was just a warning for the future. The Elder began walking again, heading towards the rocky terrain of the canyons.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Aug 17, 2014 8:32:22 GMT -8
Anven stood silent for a moment as he took in the Elder's words not out of questioning whether to give his word or not but because he wondered what sort of knowledge could possibly be in there that the R'Crurak might not be ready for but he soon began to nod slowly agreeing to the Elder's request.
"Of course you have my word."
Then as the two of them started to walk again heading towards the rocks ahead of them Anven smiled a little as he placed his helmet back on his head.
"Course I think I could take an old man in a little disagreement."
Anven chuckled as he spoke up in response to the Elder's warning his words meant in jest not as some insult towards the Elder or his skills as a fighter as he was sure the Elder would more than likely give him a butt kicking he would not likely forget for a looong time more from the sores and bruises he would likely sustain in such a confrontation than anything. In truth Anven thought highly of the Elder's capability as a fighter more so from his recent experiences fighting along side him which showed that this old man could still dish out quite a beating as well as take one hell of a beating he was also sure whatever the Elder's decision it would be the best one for the whole clan and not out of some greed for power.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 18, 2014 17:57:32 GMT -8
As the pair made their way into the rocky terrain of the wastes, the Elder suddenly stopped on top of a rock and surveyed the area, looking around.
-The Elder-
"I came here once when I first came to Tatooine. It has not changed much. Few come here unless they have been exiled or are on a pilgrimage...."
The Elder took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it before getting off of the rock he was standing on and getting back onto the ground.
-The Elder-
"I still went by my name back then. I had not even joined the Tusken people. That was over three thousand years ago....."
The Elder always felt old, but at this particular moment he felt especially old. He went into silent thought as he used his staff to help him navigate through the rough terrain.
-The Elder-
"I have a question for you Anven..."
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Post by Anven Firestar on Oct 11, 2014 12:09:16 GMT -8
Anven walked in silence as he followed the Elder making their way into the rocky terrain as they searched for the vault that he supposed lay somewhere within the rocks of this place. As they made their way forward the Elder came to a stop atop a rock and so Anven too stopped and waited for the Elder to finish looking around. It was then that the Elder began to speak of what sounded to Anven to be about the Elder’s good old days back when he was a younger man course Anven hadn’t expected to hear the Elder say it was he was three thousand years ago. Anven had always knew the Elder was old but only now did he begin to grasp just how old he truly was.
After dropping the news on Anven that he was over three thousand years old as casually as ever the Elder began walking again and Anven still ever silent followed along behind him. It seemed at first that was going to be the end of the small break in silence that had descended upon them as they had began their second day into their journey as it seemed the Elder was going into silent thought mode while Anven was likely to begin staring off into space again, but then the Elder spoke up once more and Anven just stared at him for a moment before saying speaking up.
"What is it you wish to ask?"
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Post by Nartaga on Oct 14, 2014 19:16:12 GMT -8
The Elder continued walking for a ways in silence, not answered Anven, or asking the question he said he had wanted to ask. He finally shook his head and leaned on his staff.
-The Elder-
"It does not matter. I feel like I know the answer you would give. Let us see this through quickly. I grow weary."
The Elder thought of the future that the R'Crurak would be presented with from whatever was inside the Kumumgah Vault.
-The Elder-
"What do you think is inside the Vault, Anven? If you were in charge of the last surviving city of your people, what would you hide away for your children to find eons later?"
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Post by Anven Firestar on Oct 17, 2014 12:38:24 GMT -8
Anven continued to follow the Elder silence descending upon them once again as they walked which made Anven begin to wonder if it was something of great importance if the Elder needed some time to gather his thoughts on it. Course in the end the Elder seemed to know what he must have wanted to know which wouldn’t be too surprising and so Anven continued on in silence slightly wondering if his way of thinking was that predictable.
As Anven was questioning his own way of thinking for a moment the Elder suddenly brought up a new question for Anven to think about. It was an obvious question one that was likely lingering at the edges of both of their minds.
“Well I had admitted already that I hope some kind of power or weapon is inside but to be honest if it were my children I was thinking about I would likely leave some more important than that. I would have left behind a source of knowledge and technology to help them survive the coming future to make it one where they could rebuild and hopefully live in peace.”
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 31, 2015 21:02:18 GMT -8
Anven continued to follow the Elder silence descending upon them once again as they walked which made Anven begin to wonder if it was something of great importance if the Elder needed some time to gather his thoughts on it. Course in the end the Elder seemed to know what he must have wanted to know which wouldn’t be too surprising and so Anven continued on in silence slightly wondering if his way of thinking was that predictable.As Anven was questioning his own way of thinking for a moment the Elder suddenly brought up a new question for Anven to think about. It was an obvious question one that was likely lingering at the edges of both of their minds.“Well I had admitted already that I hope some kind of power or weapon is inside but to be honest if it were my children I was thinking about I would likely leave some more important than that. I would have left behind a source of knowledge and technology to help them survive the coming future to make it one where they could rebuild and hopefully live in peace.”
"And what if we only find books? I like to act like I have a good understanding of the Kumumgah. The only person who may know more than myself is Jud'dayus, but each of us only have a basic understanding of their language. Books in a dead language would be next to useless until I could decipher them. Gods know that Jud'dayus would only keep for himself, so the responsibility would fall to me."The Elder sighed and kept on walking.-Elder-
"What do you think you will do with your cut of the spoils, Anven? I try not to think of this as a treasure hunt, but it is. You are entitled to something after this. And do not try to deny it. Lesser beings would not follow an old Jedi this deep into the most cursed arts of the wastes." |
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Post by Anven Firestar on Aug 31, 2015 16:58:11 GMT -8
Anven had at first thought books wouldn’t be so bad, now upon learning that the Kumumgah language was basically a dead language it made even books sound like a bad find. He was starting to think maybe weapons of some kind or just lost technologies after all would be a much better find and of greater use to them. Perhaps maybe that was it, perhaps that what lay within the vault some kind of lost technology the Kumumgah had developed and perhaps with it or even in it may lie the knowledge the Elder seeks of the ancient lost race of the Kumumgah.
Anven’s mind began to wander as he fell into the enticing thought of lost technologies and all the possibilities that could such things could be. Maybe the Kumumgah had began inventing their own form of Space travel or perhaps they may had been well versed in the making of spacefaring ships. Perhaps this vault was actually some long lost hangar built into the sandstone and beneath the ground. Just to think of all the possible lost designs of ships and maybe even unique inner workings were quite the interesting idea indeed. Then again maybe after all there was a vast source of knowledge left behind but maybe it took the form in some grand archive like the Jedi archives or perhaps they were skilled in making devices similar to the ancient sith holocrons.
The many possibilities were running through Anven’s mind like a wildfire and he found himself consumed by thoughts of more than just weapons. Course the occasional thought of possibly forged swords maybe even etched with designs and symbols left from the Kumumgah race maybe even their own design of a lightsaber might be left their. For all he knew the Kumumgah could of had their own peacekeeping order of force users like the Jedi and could of left their knowledge of the force and their own unique view of it.
His mind was so swept up in the ideas he had imagined that may lay at the end of this great venture that he almost didn’t hear what the Elder had to say about his cut of spoils and something about following into cursed wastes.
“Oh… ah I don’t really know, I hadn’t quite thought so far as into thinking of what I might gain and what I might do with it.” For a moment Anven fell silent as he tried to recall the last bit of what the Elder had said to him. “Um forgive me for asking but what do you mean by cursed wastes. I know you had mentioned earlier that this land was believed to be one of the most cursed places on the planet but what makes it so cursed?”
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Post by Sakri on Oct 10, 2015 0:42:57 GMT -8
Tatooine's sands were an unforgiving wasteland. There was little shelter, an endless expanse of nothing, and those traveling unaided on foot with no food or water were practically begging for death's sweet embrace.
Why then, was there a lone figure wandering the desert under the harsh beatings of the twin suns, every footstep vanishing behind them as soon as their next step was made? Clothed in black robes and a black cloak, the figure seemed not to care about the intense heat from the stars, the reflected heat from the sands, the scorching winds, the unforgiving and desolate environment. Reaching the top of an unmarked and unimportant dune, the figure sat, lowering its hood to reveal a gold-skinned female with flowing curly red-and-gold hair. Her nictitating membranes shielded her emerald green eyes against the unforgiving sandy winds.
What had brought her here? She came seeking isolation, a moment to ponder what she had learned on Naboo. Her brief time with the Sith Holocron had showed her that there was so much more she was unaware of in the galaxy, so much more that her power could bring her. It had left her, for perhaps the first time in her life, craving more. Her hand reached down to briefly touch against the pouch she always carried with her, a comfort measure and a reassurance that nothing had happened to her defenses, before retrieving the water canteen from her belt next to it. A small swig was all she needed to keep herself going. Anything more, and she would have to use her skills to replenish it from the arid atmosphere around her.
She had so much more to learn now. But her teacher had been taken away as quickly as she had discovered it. What was there for her now but to teach herself?
In the distance, a herd of banthas roamed. Her eyes narrowed, and she focused on the air around her, deciding that this was the perfect setting to practice and enhance her Alter Environment skills. The winds began to blow, catching her cloak in their grasp, yet laying nary a finger on her..
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 10, 2015 21:01:36 GMT -8
Howling winds greeted the Infiltator as it alighted on the dunes. Harsh blasts of gritty sand bit the outer coating and sent a screeching noise through the canopy as Alkor ran through the post flight protocols and checked the algorithms to ensure the landing gears were at full integrity. Very little turbulence answered him as the engines powered down and he was joined with the desert.
The plasteel rose with a creaky grind and Alkor squinted against the wild blasts of hot air. The twin suns hung high overhead as he hopped from the ship and landed with a soft thud. His datapad screamed with updates from local HoloNet listings and weather reports. All things that came standard with men who moved about often.
His dark robes flittered limp as he raised his hand and shielded his face from the elements. "Sandstorms are normal on this planet," he reminded himself, "but I would never have landed if this werea natural occurrence. It's far too spontaneous, and not quite strong enough yet."
Such a phenomenon only confirmed what his instincts led him to suspect. Something or someone strong in the Force existed here, and it twisted the weather to it's whim. His lips turned downward in a slight frown. His intention to come here had nothing to do with anyone else, or any amount of power he might sense. Vague interest drew him off course, so far from the Spaceport, but it was a far weaker presence than he previously assumed.
Still, it was somehow familiar.
"The Krayt Dragons are still going to be there in an hour," he muttered brusquely as he closed the cockpit of his ship and turned in the direction where the wind seemed to be coalescing. His hard, violet gaze set on the horizon and with some aid from the darkness, Alkor focused his concentration on the ever growing font of power.
"What are you?" he asked quietly, taking his first steps on Tatooine. He wreathed his face in cloak to prevent breathing in sand as he walked, and he sank his presence in the Force to nearly nothing. It would not do, especially as he was unsure of his target, to be detected prematurely.
Curiosity demands satisfaction, after all.
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