Korriban - Find a Relic
Walking into the deep, I could feel the darkness creeping around me. I could feel the force flowing through the hall. Much like air leaving an open chamber, the force wanted to push me back. Wanted to keep me from continuing. Almost as though the very essence of the galaxy knew what I was going to do once inside. Pushing onward, I couldn't help but notice that the darkness was kept when the rest of the temple have some form of light. Almost as though this was completely voided of the light. As though anyone who had light within them would be prevented from entering?
I couldn't experiment with it now. Considering I didn't have the time, nor the lightsider with me to perform it. As I walked onward, I spun around. Looking at the walls. Seeing that the words inscribed along them all glowed with the same colors as they had before. All in the language of the Sith. A language I had learned in order to create items, and even monstrosities. These symbols led me through the hall. Coming to a singular room. One that was much like before, only now stood upon a dais was a tomb, or some kind of table. There was distance between the two. Between us, were two sets of stairs. One leading downward into a valley, and the second leading up to the dais.
The only light I had seen since entering this room. Reaching to the small of my back, I produced a lightsaber. One that I activated and held aloft to light my steps. The crackling of the orange blade almost echoed in the entirety of the room. Large and expansive to the point that this was clearly not hid under some temple, but hidden within the ground. Deep to keep those who feared to tread.
Stepping down into the valley, I could only but stand in amazement at the scale. I smiled deeply as I walked on. Letting my eyes play over all that I could see. And even watching on the ground as runes led the way up the steps. The crackle pop of my lightsaber produced sparks from and unstable blade. These sparks were not normal. They were pure forms of plasma that when reaching the air, condensed into lava. Hence the name of the crystal housed within. The Lava Crystal.
It dripped on multiple steps as I walked up to the platform. Once reaching it, I could see that what was here, could clearly be a tomb, and behind it, a shrine. One that housed a huge pyramid. As I grew closer, I could see the bronze frame around the dyed center. Moving to the actual sarcophagus, I placed my hand upon it. I felt a flash in my body. A pulse of the Dark side as I saw a singular face. One that was powerful. Whoever this was, the being was very strong. Very powerful. And fully capable of destruction. I smiled brightly as I placed both hands on the top, and pushed open the coffin.
Inside was a long dead person. Dressed in ceremonial Sith Armor. A set that could only be tied to the times before the Galactic Republic even formed. Looking it over, I could clearly see what was an early form of a lightsaber. One that had been here so long, that I doubt it would work. However, what caught my interest, was the armor itself. The armor was almost entirely broken down. Cracked, but still held together by something. I looked over what could possibly hold it together. Something was influencing this.
Reaching out and touching the armor, I saw the image of the being's face again. This time, I got a better image. Black skin, eyes to match, and a face that resembled a monster more than a man. It was after this flash took place, I looked at the armor again, to see that the armor was slowly breaking before my very eyes. My eyes opened wide. Trying to grab anything, but I only made it worse. The armor was completely gone. It was demolished and broken. Fragments were left behind. Yet, what stood, were the gauntlets.
Black, and seemed to be filled with the force. Reaching down, I picked up one of them. I wanted to see what it had. Wanted to see what it was. Reaching through the force, I touched it. Wanting to feel the darkness within. In shortest terms. I felt it. I could feel the force flowing through the gauntlet as though it were created purely from the energy of the Galaxy. I knew this feeling. Much like that of my Katana, it had an "aura" around it. One that permeated the dark side. One that wanted to corrupt all who touched it.
With the recent attacks on Kro Var, and the Sith seemingly rising, There was nothing I could do than to join this darkness. Nothing I could do but accept it. Accept the monster I am. Accept the darkness into my heart. Opening up the wraps, I placed my arm within. Feeling the cold metal upon my flesh. Feeling the force beginning to flow through me. It was like my eyes were opened. As though I could see everything.
Once the first one was on, I put the second one on. Feeling the darkness, I walked around to the center of the platform. Between the shrine and that of the coffin. Standing there, I knelt to my knees, and began to meditate. Focusing upon the darkside. Letting it flow through my body. Letting the corruption ensue. I replaced my lightsaber back to my belt, and drew my sword. A Sith sword. Instantly from drawing it, I could feel the connection grow. It was so powerful, I could feel the poisoned blood running through my veins burn hot. Then freeze on me to fight my very body. I could feel every muscle in my being fighting to not become part of this. Yet I continued.
I could feel the strength of men come to my arms. My grip upon the blade tighten as I could feel a voice penetrate my head. The voice of a being powerful, and long gone. There was only one name I could speak as the force pushed me to speak. Thick with the force, and growling as though my voice had been replaced with a rancor, I spoke two words to create a name.
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