echoes of oblivion

Oricon Zanami | Trayze Tesar Oricon. Ancient stronghold of the Dread Masters, dust and the carcasses of their once glorious fortress is all that remains. But the moon has not lost any of its potence, its Dark side presence was almost everywhere, a faint scream of terror always out of reach, a...

Yavin 4 Abandoned Imperial Guard Academy Ellissanthia The Vehemence descended between treetops of the dense jungle and cliffs of the rocky formations that drew like veins through the densely grown moon. Accompanied by the sounds of the soft ground being compressed and its fluids squeezed out...

Rakata Prime | Fount of the Slave | Rakata Prime Serina Calis The savage leftovers of the Rakatan Infinite Empire, now degraded and devolved into brutal, cannibalistic tribes, called the place the 'Fount of the Slave' in its not so inconsiderate reflection that their ancient genes still...

Tash-Taral, Outer Rim Darth Callidus Little Korriban. It was a demeaning nickname, even insulting to the ancient homeworld of the Sith. Nevertheless it was the tomb of a great many Sith and Dark siders that claimed it as a consolation for not being worthy to be entombed on Korriban or having...

Malachor V Darth Nexion The Vehemence exited hyperspace and right away alarms started ringing. Sensors and scanners were overloaded with the gravitational pandemonium and myriad of asteroids and debris that was the Malachor System. It was a graveyard for explorers and for warriors of old...

Hello there o/ I am looking for company, friend or foe, to visit some of the more un-nice places of the Galaxy for some very evil stuff. Looking at: Malachor V Exegol System Oricon Yavin 4 Rakata Prime And open to more suggestions! This would go one thread at a time and preferably in a...

His cloak was wet from the heavy rain, the hundred meters from his dark hulled shuttle, up the ravine towards the mountain side soaked him. The dark crimson of his tabard looking even darker with the water gathered in it. Drops of water dropped from his hood to his helmet, running down the...