Tython, the home world of the jedi. Recently, it had been taken by the sith... again. Still, such inconveniences had never really bothered Vulpesen. Even if the sith came to search for them, they would likely assume they had only found one of their own, the Valde's dark cloak wrapped around him like a protective blanket. It was that cover which allowed him to search the more secluded temples with impunity.
Cracking his way through an ancient door, the Wilder muffled a dusty cough as debris and grit released itself from the weathered threshold.
"Someone needs to hire a new cleaning lady," he grumbled as he slipped into the room, his lightsaber igniting in a beam of black and gold to help illuminate his way. Most of the room was darkened by age, its various pods holding skeletal and mummified corpses... save one. The pod held a faint blue glow which instantly caught Vulpesen's attention. Extending a hand, he gave Ace silent command, the Astral blue wolf scampering from his pocket and along his arm to find himself a nice hiding place while Vulpesen approached the pod.
His first step was to call the lightwhip to his hand with the force. Whoever was inside might have been locked up for reasons acrimonious to his own morals. After that, he started to snoop around, his tail flicking as he tapped and prodded at any nearby panels to maybe find some clue as to what was going on with the suspended prisoner.
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