Private Raising Zhell

[Onrai]

Ellie Mors
Coruscant, Level 0

Level 0. The surface of Coruscant itself. An inhospitable wasteland buried beneath the thousand-story towers of the Coruscanti ecumenopolis.

Whihc was why the shadowy form of Onrai now prowled its depths. Buried here, beneath the world's refuse and rubble, were the secrets of the original inhabitants of Notron - the Taung and the Zhell. While the Taung were a fascinating subject, and the ancient tombs and pyres of the proto-Mandalorian heroes were very much real and extant if forgotten history, Onrai was here looking for the graveyards of the Zhell - the original humans who lived on this planet many innumerable millennia ago. Already she had touched their spirits, the specters of their broken and benighted forms having arisen from the depths of whatever hell they had been confined to in order to wreak havoc on the Mandalorians of Clan Ha'rangir once more, and it was that which had clued her in to the burial place of the ancient rulers of that forgotten people.

She did, of course, hope that no one else would try to get to them before she did. After all, these could be some of the greatest archaeological finds in the galaxy's history.

 

[Ellie Mors]

History was, is, the past.

Outside of the things that impacted her day-to-day life or offered some kind of insight on things that mattered in the present she tended not to care about things connected to a time that was more than forgotten. There wasn't an iota of trivia Elle could come up with about the Zhell or Taung, in fact she only vaguely recalled hearing the word Taung in passing and couldn't even remember in what context or when it came up, but she knew that relics of the past and every conceivable anchor to power was like a magnet to the Sith and other darksiders. Confident of their own power outwardly, perhaps even inwardly, but always looking for something external to reinforce their own strength, or perhaps lack thereof, through some unrealized inadequacy.

"Find what you're looking for?"

She felt the tips of her fingers play at the base of her lightsaber, which was clipped to her at the waist, while she stepped around some sort of metallic trash pile fused together by time and dust. Elle wasn't here for site-seeing, and she wasn't here for the potential archeological finds either, and instead was here for the decidedly otherly presence that Onrai gave off. Something alien, certainly dark, but not quite familiar by any stretch of the imagination. "I never did pay attention in history, thought the past was better off staying that way." She offered alongside a half-cocked smile. It wasn't in her to try to move to violence without trying to work things out another way first, but that didn't mean she wasn't ready.

 

[Onrai]

Onrai raised an eyebrow in response to the verbal enunciations of the human woman who stood behind her. The emanations of the Force indicated clearly enough what this was - some sort of Jedi Master, perhaps a revenant of an Order long past. She was powerful, that much Onrai could clearly discern, as even skilled knights would've been hard-pressed to make their way down here past the Cthons, the feral Vongspawn, and the inherently toxic and nigh-lightless environment. Onrai's visage, a shadowed outline of a woman with pale orbs for eyes, seemed almost to be a pair of eyes alone floating through the darkness.

"Not yet, but as they yet served me before, so too will they serve again. In other ways." She continued to travel through the nigh-impermeable darkness, presumably tailed by the Jedi as she grew ever closer to the burial site she was yet looking for. "The past predicts the future, in a way. Those who know their history rarely repeat the mistakes of their forebears - unless outnumbered by fools."

It was closer - perhaps the entrance to the tomb complex would not be so innately obvious. Perhaps she would have to dig.

Ellie Mors

 

[Ellie Mors]

On Coruscant this was the only place she felt alive.

Sure, everywhere she looked was effectively a dead world overshadowed by its steel towers and concrete jungles. Even in a dead and abandoned wasteland, though, it at least felt like it'd been a natural existence, once, and that was the only thing that mattered for her. "It is a part of life to die, and it is a part of living to both remember the past and to then, eventually, forget it." She said, not quite missing the meaning behind the woman's saying but otherwise rejecting the connection it had to whatever it was she intended to do here. "I don't know who, or what, you are, but you aren't going to be accomplishing whatever it is that you're after today." She added, following the stranger towards yet more ruins.

Verdant green eyes were kept trained on the shadowy figure, the muscles along her face around her eyes tense, but the rest of her body remained lax - she didn't need the sort of caution that came with paranoia brought on by ages of corruption, and she wouldn't rely on assumptions of her skill or theirs to determine how much she should prepare for a fight either.

"I've been, for lack of a better word, retired for quite some time, I would so rather not pull a muscle today. Could you kindly forget about whatever it is you've come here for, if not I might be compelled to try to pull you over to the light first and - oh for Force's sake, I'd just really prefer to not have to hurt anyone."

There'd been attempt at some kind of pleading there but it had really turned into a bit of a complaint, if anything. The force was still with her, she could feel it running through her veins, but it didn't make the prospect of this anymore inviting to her.

Onrai