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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 11, 2020 18:47:34 GMT -8
Beneath the Fanged Acropolis are a network of caverns, tunnels, and corridors, that attach various old tombs that have lied dormant and without visitor for centuries, if not millennia. Early teams of the Conclave revealed that the occupants here may have come from a time many many generations ago. There are links to the times before the Sith'ari Adas, to a line of kings that ruled this land on and off. Further research found also previous forgotten Exiles that came after the Hundred-Year Darkness and tombs of the rulers of the Old Sith Empire that followed. And yet, there are dangers down here. Feral Sithspawn and predators that have skeletons around them. They have made nests within the tombs as unofficial guardians to those who slumber or simply roaming forms of flesh and bone that desire to feast upon fresh blood. The Hierarch is hopeful of what could be found below the Acropolis. |
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Post by Darth Sirona on Nov 7, 2020 18:20:14 GMT -8
Darth Sirona arrived at the Mausoleum late in the evening. Her hood was drawn up to cover her face, though most could recognize her garb and timid posture. And soon someone did, one of the guards watching over the other archeologists digging through the old Necropolis approached the apprentice. Without a word he handed her a key and a crudely drawn map. The map was easy enough for her to follow, it lead her to a spot of wall that appeared to be nothing. But on closer investigation Sirona found a brick that looked out of place. She reached out and with the Force pulled the brick away to reveal the keyhole. The key fit perfectly, and after a slight rumble, a hidden door was revealed about a meter to her left. Darth Sirona peered inward and could see a dark tunnel marked with disuse and age. The air was stale and webs hung from the walls. Cautiously, the young woman entered, her lightfoil sprang to life to provide an ominous red light. She stepped forward, her footsteps lite and careful. Their was no telling what manor of traps or other dangers may await in this dark place. Sirona pressed forward, the normally timid apprentice now in her element, a confidence that few ever saw in person was shining through. The passage way was lined with ancient Sith hieroglyphs. But her eyes are kept in front of her, movement was ahead, something she had experienced in other tombs but was always dangerous. Something lurked down here in the dark. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her saber. And on she pressed.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Nov 13, 2020 11:20:39 GMT -8
As the mechno chair proceeded into the interior of the fortress, it would eventually reach it's destination. As the moment was come, the holo projector showed the holo image of none other than the Prophet himself, the apparation flickering here and there. Given the nature of the mechanical beast and the precautions of the Prophet, the channel was encrypted, giving Malvus a direct message channel between him and Dac.
"So we meet again...", the calm, yet sinister voice of the Quarren Sorcerer could be heard, as he started the transmission, "It seems like my past analysis upon you was right. Potential you have indeed... the Dark Empire crumbles as the Sith'ari betray once more eachother... and yet it's decay also frees it from stagnation.
Creation always comes with the prize of destruction.
Sidious never understood this lesson... time will tell if the Butcher understands it as well.
Perhaps your actions were destiny, as forseen by the Great Plan."
Although solely the Prophet himself spoke in a booming voice, it nearly seemed as if there were other, more silent voices, which also spoke up like an echo.
Otherworldly, different, yet manifested within him.
The Heirarch was removing scrolls and placing them within sealed containers when the guards walked in, escorting the tainted construct. The Sith waves the guards away, allowing for the machine to activate its holoprojector. The voice of that Prophet was heard next, the one that had turned Mon Calamari into its corrupted lair. Malvus finished sealing another scroll before giving his attention to the one known as C'thyl.Those of my kind will likely brand me a heretic, believing I have cast aside my own philosophy, the Rule of Unity. And yet, the one who creates is the one who truly understands the creation... there is nothing, in the Unity, that says I must always bow my head even if stagnation occurs. Unity is worthless if progress cannot be made.The Sith shifts his attention away from the Prophet to pick up the container and, carefully, place it on a hovering platform where it joined other sealed content from this tomb-library. All kinds of dust covered and partially deteriorating parchment from the bygone days of the Sith, his ancestors, both by philosophy and by blood. With it secured in place, the Heirarch turns to the Prophet.It seems that I have left an impression if you have come seeking me this time as I sought you before.The Sith brushes dust off of his gloves, looking at the holoimage of C'thyl.The question is have you come for the same reasons I did, as Jen'ari, that time ago? |
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 14, 2020 13:57:01 GMT -8
It took the Prophet some time until he answered, as the image of him was flickering briefly in the meanwhile. Despite the seemingly failing technology of the automaton though, it delivered it's information though without flaws, as the image cleared when C'Thyl spoke up once more.
"I wished to establish communications for similiar reasons to see if our past agreements with the Blackguard Reborn can be maintained with your Sith Conclave", the Sorcerer said simply in response, explaining the reasons of this meeting, "As I said in the past, WE do not bother about the Sith and their infighting, so we will treat you as allies, but so we will treat your former masters, should they maintain the past deals with us.
It doesn't matter for US if Viox Savage will lose his throne to one of the many betrayers among his ranks or if he will send his armada to Korriban first before sacrificing his forces to the Jedi.
In the end all empires will fall, all order being destined to be shattered.
This goes for Savage, this goes for you and even the Prophet of the Dark himself.
The only thing that matters afterwards is what is left and what still needs to be destroyed. For others will follow our paths and either finish what was started or follow the errors of their past masters."
Like venom, the voice of the Prophet seemed to glee, when he spoke of the inevatable downfall of all gouvernment structures. Perhaps it was his intention to tempt Malvus into understanding the philosophy of the Dark more, perhaps though there were other motivations behind his words.
"Either way, the Quarren Dominion rises and the tides of the future are benevolent. Pathways have opened up, which offer us the chance to crush the lightsider's growing resistance before it can bloom. The last chains, which were necessary to ensure the Dominion's growth are being shattered as we speak and when we are finished, all eyes shall be set on the eternal enemy.
Legion upon legion the Jidai will face the might of the Dark, an enemy they will underestimate.
Unified though, we can crush this foe faster, bend them to our will and subjugate them for our course.
For our alliance would have... potential indeed."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Nov 14, 2020 18:41:30 GMT -8
The venom fell upon deaf ears. The Heirarch simply looked at the Prophet as if seeing right through him. Malvus frowns slightly before speaking.
And yet, you are still like Sith, Prophet. You crave the power and knowledge to ensure total destruction, you believe in the strong ruling over the weak, and that, by conflict, the strong can exercise their power effectively. Not only to satisfy their thirst, but to ensure the weak die for the sake of the strong.
Malvus moves off to the side, picking up a piece of parchment that was completely... useless. The language faded to nothing.
You are cunning, deceptive, manipulative, and believe that peace is nothing. There is only conflict and schemes that can ensure the achievement of your goals. Your passion is to see the galaxy burn. Through your strength, I know that you believe it possible to achieve that victory. And through that victory, you will ensure the ultimate destruction. And thus you will break the chains of life itself...just like the Sith, you have learned the virtue of patience. You extol it like you are the embodiment of patience. We are more alike than you can imagine, C'thyl.
The Sith tosses the parchment away, angry at its state, before turning back to the holoimage. He had recited the very creed of the Sith and utilized it throw back the words of the Prophet, showing a greater common ground than what was said before. It was quite clear that the Heirarch would not fall for the Way of the Dark. His own philosophies were strong within his mind and Malvus was dedicated to seeing them flourish and become reality.
What you call infighting, I call necessity. What you call betrayers, I see liberators. Rot ensures that a tree cannot stand upon its roots. Stagnation invites the laxity of troops, the dulling of the minds, and the halt of all progress... something I could not simply stand for. I did what was necessary to ensure the wheel could turn once more.
Malvus finishes his rebuttal to the Prophet, turning away for a moment to walk across the room once more.
Nonetheless, you have the same view as I. Something that I explained to my former apprentice months ago. The Jedi are a foe that must be crushed in order to the galaxy to be open to the designs and ambitions of the Darkness. She viewed my words as paranoia, but they are truth. Even with one Jedi, an entire plan can be utterly turned to ash... all it takes is one to spark a fire. And I would like to ensure that fire never happens.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 15, 2020 4:44:56 GMT -8
The venom fell upon deaf ears. The Heirarch simply looked at the Prophet as if seeing right through him. Malvus frowns slightly before speaking.And yet, you are still like Sith, Prophet. You crave the power and knowledge to ensure total destruction, you believe in the strong ruling over the weak, and that, by conflict, the strong can exercise their power effectively. Not only to satisfy their thirst, but to ensure the weak die for the sake of the strong.Malvus moves off to the side, picking up a piece of parchment that was completely... useless. The language faded to nothing.You are cunning, deceptive, manipulative, and believe that peace is nothing. There is only conflict and schemes that can ensure the achievement of your goals. Your passion is to see the galaxy burn. Through your strength, I know that you believe it possible to achieve that victory. And through that victory, you will ensure the ultimate destruction. And thus you will break the chains of life itself...just like the Sith, you have learned the virtue of patience. You extol it like you are the embodiment of patience. We are more alike than you can imagine, C'thyl.
The Sith tosses the parchment away, angry at its state, before turning back to the holoimage. He had recited the very creed of the Sith and utilized it throw back the words of the Prophet, showing a greater common ground than what was said before. It was quite clear that the Heirarch would not fall for the Way of the Dark. His own philosophies were strong within his mind and Malvus was dedicated to seeing them flourish and become reality.What you call infighting, I call necessity. What you call betrayers, I see liberators. Rot ensures that a tree cannot stand upon its roots. Stagnation invites the laxity of troops, the dulling of the minds, and the halt of all progress... something I could not simply stand for. I did what was necessary to ensure the wheel could turn once more.Malvus finishes his rebuttal to the Prophet, turning away for a moment to walk across the room once more.Nonetheless, you have the same view as I. Something that I explained to my former apprentice months ago. The Jedi are a foe that must be crushed in order to the galaxy to be open to the designs and ambitions of the Darkness. She viewed my words as paranoia, but they are truth. Even with one Jedi, an entire plan can be utterly turned to ash... all it takes is one to spark a fire. And I would like to ensure that fire never happens.
For that they both were two similiar coins on the same side.
"There is less I could add to your point of views as you are right when it comes to most of your words.", the Prophet added up towards his words, "There will be a time, when we will have to fight eachother, once we estinquished the flames for the Dominion is nothing, but a tool. We might be indeed alike, Malvus, but the Voices I serve demand this galaxy to be cleansed from both Jidai and the Sith'ari as the Great Plan will become one day a reality.
Or perhaps not, for the pathways of the future are shrouded and others might continiue what I have started.
Might continiue what you have started."
Another pause followed.
"You are right, when it comes to the Jedi themselves and their nature", he continiued on, "Their numbers within the galaxy rise once more, as the job to end them was never finished, was never executed properly.
A failure we both can correct or at least add our part to extinquish these newly arisen flames.
And your Conclave might help us when it comes to this."
The imagery of C'Thyl briefly switched to a familiar ship. A ship within a dreadnaught fleet, it's sharklike features being more than recognizable. Admidst the mass of Dominion Dreadnaughts, a few massive type of mantashaped carrier and the smaller Mon Calamari support ships, a Subjugator-class cruiser was escorted by a larger fleet. If the image was actual footage or just another illusion was hard to tell... then again the Prophet knew how to fool one's mind with showing a portion of truth.
"Our fleet grows, but the desire for new technology is everlasting until we have reached the point where technology is no longer a necessary tool to destroy the galaxy", the voice of the Prophet then explained the picture at hand, "The remnants of the Galactic Empire once utilized over Dathomir a unique technology, being known as an orbital nightcloak - the technique to absorb sunlight and creating utter darkness upon perimeters of space.
As token for our aid within the upcoming fights against the Jedi, the reconstruction of these satelites as an integral part for our main dreadnaught line, which is refered by engineers as the Subjugator-class, would be favored by our council. If there are still remnants of this technology within your domain, Heirarch, we would gladly accept the data of your researches in return for whatever suitable favor the Conclave asks us for in return." |
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Post by Darth Sirona on Nov 16, 2020 1:23:46 GMT -8
Darth Sirona arrived at the Mausoleum late in the evening. Her hood was drawn up to cover her face, though most could recognize her garb and timid posture. And soon someone did, one of the guards watching over the other archeologists digging through the old Necropolis approached the apprentice. Without a word he handed her a key and a crudely drawn map. The map was easy enough for her to follow, it lead her to a spot of wall that appeared to be nothing. But on closer investigation Sirona found a brick that looked out of place. She reached out and with the Force pulled the brick away to reveal the keyhole. The key fit perfectly, and after a slight rumble, a hidden door was revealed about a meter to her left. Darth Sirona peered inward and could see a dark tunnel marked with disuse and age. The air was stale and webs hung from the walls. Cautiously, the young woman entered, her lightfoil sprang to life to provide an ominous red light. She stepped forward, her footsteps lite and careful. Their was no telling what manor of traps or other dangers may await in this dark place. Sirona pressed forward, the normally timid apprentice now in her element, a confidence that few ever saw in person was shining through. The passage way was lined with ancient Sith hieroglyphs. But her eyes are kept in front of her, movement was ahead, something she had experienced in other tombs but was always dangerous. Something lurked down here in the dark. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her saber. And on she pressed. |
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Post by Darth Malvus on Nov 16, 2020 12:48:01 GMT -8
"The remnants of the Galactic Empire once utilized over Dathomir a unique technology, being known as an orbital nightcloak - the technique to absorb sunlight and creating utter darkness upon perimeters of space. As token for our aid within the upcoming fights against the Jedi, the reconstruction of these satelites as an integral part for our main dreadnaught line, which is refered by engineers as the Subjugator-class, would be favored by our council. If there are still remnants of this technology within your domain, Heirarch, we would gladly accept the data of your researches in return for whatever suitable favor the Conclave asks us for in return."
The mention of the nightcloak raised an eyebrow nonetheless. An old technology that had been utilized by Zsinj to ensure the compliance of the Nightsisters in his ambitions. It was a fearsome device if utilized properly. Dathomir could have been rendered an ice ball, like Alzoc III, if the technology had been activated. At the request of its remains, the Sith returned his gaze to the Prophet.If any remains, it is likely left, scattered, on Dathomir or closely guarded by the witch clans.The Heirarch explains.Extracting it could cause political issues with the Nightsisters, who I desire to keep as allies and voluntary recruits into the ranks of the Conclave. They may think we are desiring the technology to ensure their compliance as Zsinj did. It is a rather delicate matter to consider...The Sith reaches up to gently rub one of his tendrils....however, it can likely be safely scouted and examined from orbit. If any other place, in the galaxy, has information, it would likely be the Maw, Wayland, the First Order, or the Diarchy. However, the first two have been plundered over the many years and the last two would try to keep their secrets guarded.Malvus clicks his teeth silently.I will see what can be done about extracting information and searching for blueprints. I will gladly take the favor owed in exchange. Yet, I will need time to consider what that favor could be. My mindset is more preoccupied with internal matters more so than external ones. |
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 17, 2020 5:05:48 GMT -8
Malvus adjusted his attention when the image of a fleet appeared before him. The Sith recalled, when he first visited Mon Cala, seeking answers the rumors and the presence of the Darkness upon its water surface, there was nothing like this. It seemed the Dominion was hard at work, building up an armada for its purpose and designs within the galaxy. Was it truth or was it a lie? The Heirarch put his money on the former. After all, the Dominion had been left uncontested by the Blackguard and its movements remained largely unhindered. They likely controlled a segment of space nearby, beyond their watery homeworld.
The mention of the nightcloak raised an eyebrow nonetheless. An old technology that had been utilized by Zsinj to ensure the compliance of the Nightsisters in his ambitions. It was a fearsome device if utilized properly. Dathomir could have been rendered an ice ball, like Alzoc III, if the technology had been activated. At the request of its remains, the Sith returned his gaze to the Prophet.If any remains, it is likely left, scattered, on Dathomir or closely guarded by the witch clans.The Heirarch explains.Extracting it could cause political issues with the Nightsisters, who I desire to keep as allies and voluntary recruits into the ranks of the Conclave. They may think we are desiring the technology to ensure their compliance as Zsinj did. It is a rather delicate matter to consider...The Sith reaches up to gently rub one of his tendrils....however, it can likely be safely scouted and examined from orbit. If any other place, in the galaxy, has information, it would likely be the Maw, Wayland, the First Order, or the Diarchy. However, the first two have been plundered over the many years and the last two would try to keep their secrets guarded.Malvus clicks his teeth silently.I will see what can be done about extracting information and searching for blueprints. I will gladly take the favor owed in exchange. Yet, I will need time to consider what that favor could be. My mindset is more preoccupied with internal matters more so than external ones.
"The Maw Installation is something we are aware of, yet we already presumed that nothing of major interest would be to find there.", the Prophet explained in conclusion to Malvus' further suggestions, "May the Diarchy do whatever they please to do there with their old imperial heritage, for there are other forces within the Maw, that strike our curiousity and predate anything, that Sidious and his lackeys have created. The Nightcloak technology is only one of few lucky innovations the Empire could leave to us, yet as usual the Imperials lacked the knowledge to utilize these tools well. They always think on short term solutions, thought that two Death Stars were enough to strike fear onto the galaxy.
Wasted potential, that was never utilized correctly, as Sidious clinged to his creations more than to the will to destroy them."
C'Thyl thought much about what Malvus offered, knew that this would offer up another useful tool, should the Dominion rely on a longterm plan to destroy the galaxy. The warlord Zsinj was admittedly creative when it came to utilizing the nightcloak technology as the fate of the Second Death has proven. Cloaking an entire ship the size of a Super Star Destroyer for a brief moment could become a quite fearsome tool within upcoming battles and more valuable than hundreds of fragile nightcloak satellites could ever be.
If the Dominion would freeze a planet to death, hundreds of modified Subjugator-class heavy cruisers would be the final vision to end what was left of the galaxy... the longterm plan, which was running alongside all the other plans, which would faster bring the galaxy's ruin. The Blue Shadow virus, the Corruption, the Outer Gods at their disposal... what was a Death Star or other man-made weapons of mass destruction compared to what the Dark - or what others refered to as the Force- already offered them?
"I presume your intern struggles will also involve the Dark Lord on Mustafar or what exactly plans the Conclave to do for now?", the Quarren eventually inquired curiously, "Keep in mind that no matter upon what favor you will ask us, that we will honor the Blackguard as an ally nontheless as long as they do not break the contract. You know Savage better than me and can potentially tell me which vision of the future is more likely to happen, when it comes to the Dominion's trust within the words of their Sith'ari... for I sense great disturbances in the South of the galaxy, that may tied or not be tied to what you call... necessity and liberation." |
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Post by Darth Malvus on Nov 18, 2020 17:36:14 GMT -8
"I presume your intern struggles will also involve the Dark Lord on Mustafar or what exactly plans the Conclave to do for now?", the Quarren eventually inquired curiously, "Keep in mind that no matter upon what favor you will ask us, that we will honor the Blackguard as an ally nontheless as long as they do not break the contract. You know Savage better than me and can potentially tell me which vision of the future is more likely to happen, when it comes to the Dominion's trust within the words of their Sith'ari... for I sense great disturbances in the South of the galaxy, that may tied or not be tied to what you call... necessity and liberation."
At the mention of Savage, Malvus turns to look at the old bones that lingered behind him. The insignificant individual that was placed here and left to rot until nothing remained by his crippled remains. Slowly, the Sith's eyes looked away and gazed at a statue ahead of him and off to C'thyl's right.There is more than simply my actions, Prophet.Malvus eludes to, indicating that the ripples were not being caused by just him.Stagnation caused faith to be shaken. Nepotism caused the capable to not even venture into our ranks... or rather, kept at the bottom of the ladder. There is a madness growing within the Sith'ari. I do not know his ultimate fate, but... the Blackguard may not last with the storm that gathers over its ranks.Malvus looks at the Quarren.His alliance with you was simply a convenience. Just as he told me the same about the rebirth of the Dark Jedi Order. Everything is simply a means to an end... heed my warning and keep an eye out. Their ranks may be drained and shaken, but they are still capable. I have plans to seek further destruction against my former allegiance. My plans are solely upon the destruction of the Jedi and destabilization of this region. |
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Post by Darth Sirona on Dec 28, 2020 9:14:40 GMT -8
The movement ahead had proved to simply be the cobwebs drifting in a breeze originating deeper in. At times Sirona moved with her eyes shut tight, to heighten her other senses in the gloom. It served her well, as her enhanced hearing detected it before anything else. The shifting of a pressure plate beneath her. The woman leapt back as the floor began to collapse bellow where she had been standing. Twisting in the air, she was able to grab the newly made ledge. After pulling herself up, there was a moment to look down and see what was under the false floor. Holding her saber out further, to get as much light as possible, she saw nothing but a black void. A dangerous fall, even for those gifted in the Force. Had she reacted a moment later, she'd likely be dead, either from the fall or whatever may be at the bottom. But now there was a new problem. The ceiling was too low in the hallway to just jump across the gap. Sirona looked around and her eyes slowly went between the wall itself and her feet. A plan had formulated, but she did not know how well it would work. She was however, resolved to accomplish her task, so she backed up and took a running start. She ran and jumped over to the wall, allowing her momentum as well as a little Force trickery, to run about half way along the wall before pushing off to cover the last of the distance to the other side. Landing with a thud on her feet, the Sith apprentice checked her bag to ensure nothing had fallen. Satisfied that all was still secure, she pushed on. |
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Post by Darth Sirona on Jan 29, 2021 1:57:05 GMT -8
Her path had brought her this far. Upon the dais Sirona was but inches away from the holocron, but she couldn't take it. Some will, stronger than her own, stayed her hand. The young woman turned around and around, looking for where this was coming from. But no such thing revealed itself. So Sirona sat, and closed her eyes to meditate. The Darkside swirled around her, she could feel the ominous presence of the bound spirits, they pried and peeked at her mind, but Sirona kept them at bay... mostly. After only a few minutes the apprentice was disturbed as the sound of stone moving on stone echoed through the room. But soon it was apparent that it was not an echo, but all the sarcophagi were opening. Looking in a panic, Sirona stood and ignited her foil. The first of these things to emerge caught Sirona completely off guard. It seemed to be none other than Lady Vesperia. But the surprises kept coming, as Duvrax clawed his way out of a tomb. Then her old Jedi Master, followed by others; Geralt Klassen, Seer Monmouth, and Viox Savage. They emerged wielding weapons of ancient Sith make. Halbards, swords, spears, and shields readied and advancing on her. Sirona felt dread grip her heart. She looked from one familiar face to the next, as she felt her failures and betrayals compounding, weighing her down in shame, regret and of course, fear. The figures moved forward with precision and purpose. Sirona's base survival instincts took hold and she dodged the first strikes, leaping through the air and landing behind one of the groups, then clearing her head but for the rage she now felt, she charged Duvrax.
The blades of her opponents flashed in the dim light as Sirona kept evading, occasionally striking at one or another. But her style of combat was not meant for fighting six foes at once. Especially ones so well coordinated and ready to come to the aid of each other. She would gain an upper hand at one moment, and then lose it and be beset upon by the other five the next. By this point in the fight, she had already taken several hits. Her robes and body cut, both stained with blood. But the determination not to fail and not to prove some in this room right drove her through the pain. But all the determination in the galaxy wouldn't save her from exhaustion. She needed to end this fight quick. Once more, she leapt back and got some distance once more looked at the faces advancing on her. Those feelings washed over her again, but now she channeled them, she embraced her own hatred, her own self-loathing and turned it outward in a torrent of Force Lightning. It flowed from her and into each of the visages that haunted her dreams and turned them back into the long dead Sith corpses that hid under the illusion. After the power subsided and the bodies hit the ground, Sirona fell to her knees. Weeping. Her exhaustion and trauma catching up to her in one instance. But once more, she got to her feet, and free of the dread that had hung over her, stepped over the smoldering bodies and reached out and took the Holocron.
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Post by Darth Sirona on Mar 11, 2021 8:36:03 GMT -8
The blood red holocron thrummed with the Darkside as it sat in Sirona's hand. She focused on it with her mind, and felt it shudder slightly. Pressing harder, the young woman felt it begin to open. Slowly the sides slid away, reveling the crystals within. But soon the Gatekeeper appeared. A pureblooded sith that looked down on the small Echani woman who held his holocron. He spoke in the tongue of ancient Sith, and thus Sirona's true test began. Her grasp of the language was proficient at best, and her own pronunciations were stiff and characterless. But it seemed her responses were still understood by the Gatekeeper who seemed to question her motives and worth to learn the contents of the Holocron. Sirona insisted that her strength had been demonstrated on the Holocron's guardians. With a smirk the long dead Gatekeeper relented and told a tail of the rise of an ancient Sith Lord by the name of Vyzlor Harth and his fall at the hands of his apprentice, Mako Flox . Darth Sirona was busy writting down the tale, alomst too busy to catch where it ended. With the former Dark Lord being frozen in carbonite and hurled into the orbit of a star "thus ends the story of Darth Obitus."
Her treck back to the main portion of the Mausoleum was less eventful, no longer under the supernatural dread and knowing where the traps were located. With her came the notes she had taken and the Holocron. The information contained within it would be useful to her Master's understanding of the reign of Lord Adas. But now that the work was done, her mind was still haunted by the visages she had been made to fight.
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