A goal. For all the fun Allya had been having recently, she hadn't forgotten her goals. Her small, ugly fighter was landed in a nondescript Coruscanti space port. The damage done was still being repaired, but, life was a weird thing. People always bounced back from devastation. It gave her hope in the Galaxy, and frankly helped fuel her own beliefs on the nature of the force and life. And it was these beliefs, these goals that brought her to this planet.
Rumors were of a sale of Jedi and Sith artifacts on Coruscant. Holocrons, artifacts, and the like. History about to be lost to the highest bidder if something wasn't done fast. Despite being a Sith she had great respect for the Jedi, it was one of their order that had saved her, made her who she was today. Taught her to temper her emotions and control them, to become a knight that defended, rather than a creature lusting for power for the sake of power. It was Jedi that taught her to love herself, to stand before the darkness and her people, that it was okay to be a Sith, it was okay to be a Mandalorian, it was okay to be her. She had never forgotten.
She would keep his history safe. She would recover her own History, she would learn from it. And when a time, where a solid Jedi order, had been restored, she would return the holocrons and artifacts to their true home. Perhaps the temple on Monastery would be a good place for them?
All these thoughts ran through her mind, as she flew her speeder through the still crowded skies of Coruscant. It had been some time since the destruction, and the people were nothing if not resilient. Buildings were rebuilt, construction projects were everywhere. Dressed fully in her Mandalorian Beskar'garm, the purple cloak wrapped around her, armed to the teeth, and every bit the scary Sith she actually was, the girl finally pulled up to the spot, parking the air speeder off to the side. Hopping out, and locking the Zoro-2 behind her. She was in a lower part of the city, that hadn't been totally devistated by the star destroyers coming out of the ground. Bright neon lights illuminated the area, and a bright shop sign stated “Mandu's Emporium and General Goods”. Many civilians lined the street around the shop.
She was short, but to all watching her the Mandalorian Sith was imposing, and fear inducing. Entering the shop, she slapped her hand on the counter. “Mand'u. I'm here for what you promised me.” Her voice was filtered, only a bit resembling the young 15 year she old she actually was. "Ah! My Lady, welcome, welcome. Let Mand'u get it for you!" He was so happy to see her. It would save him a lot of hassle.
Mand'u, a rodian brought out a large crate, and opened it. Inside were many Jedi Artifacts, and holocrons. Records, lightsabers of fallen warriors and so much more. It was a treasure trove. “Your first order....and your second.” He brought out, a smaller case, even through its protected case, the dark side radiated from it. Opening it, Vexia smiled in her helmet. Oh how she had looked for this. A Sith Holocron, another teacher, to expand her knowledge of the dark side. Oh it was beautiful. “Your funds are already transferred Mand'u. Including a bonus....remember, to call me if you find anything more.” Taking the crate and the lined cased, she used the force to easily lift them with telekinesis to her sides. Extreme joy was her emotion right now, and she used it to flood her body with the emotion and through it, the force.