Voss. A world of mystery, of prophecy, and of obscure secrets. A world that served as the beating heart of the League of Voss, until the Sith tore it out, stomping any and all resistance underfoot. Adrian had been there, had seen it fall. As was to be expected of a calamity of this scope, knowledge would be lost. Ancient knowledge. But perhaps not irretrievably.
The Shrine of Healing had been inaccessible to him, but no longer. Since the time of the invasion, a search had been performed and he had been accepted into the ranks of the Saaraishash. A mere Initiate, but that just made it all the more sensible to send him to give it another once-over. To see if any further scrap of knowledge could be uncovered, any more of the Mystics' obscure lore found. Of course, he had been the one to personally request the assignment after clearing out a nest of dissidents on the world. That was not to say that the Saaraishash supervised his every move, far from it, but he needed their permission to enter the shrine. Even if it was only a formality, given the no doubt lacking security due to forces being rerouted to core Imperial territory to handle the recent surges of unrest.
Airspeeder zooming across the sky, away from Voss-Ka, he took the time to enjoy the moment. In truth, he quite liked the Voss. They were an odd people, that much was true, but he found them much more enjoyable than most commoners. Much more... interesting. It was a shame that so many of them had chosen to support the mad Jedi of the League, but he did not hold that against them. They were a reasonable people, and he was sure they would come to embrace Imperial rule, given time and sufficient convincing.
As the sleek repulsorcraft eclipsed a plateau, the Shrine came into a view. And what a shrine it was. It had received some damage in the fighting, but the ancient structure stood as proud as ever. A testament to the very qualities he so admired about the Voss. Surrounding it were some scattered squads of legionnaires, among them a few walkers, no doubt intended to prevent the Gormak tearing down this proud monument while it was vacant. Sending an Imperial authorisation code, he moved to land in front of them, a trio marching forward to meet him. If he was being realistic, he had to admit that he was unlikely to find anything after the thorough investigations of his peers, but one never knew. If it was one thing the young Sorcerer did not lack, it was confidence in his own abilities.