Drinking With The Dead

[Arage Bao]

Tash-Taral, Wild Space.
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

White light filled the tight passageway.

It didn’t do much for the shadows farther down the passage, but just enough that Cole wouldn’t fall into a deep crevice hidden by the darkness. The tomb filled him with a silent dread - the feelings Voidwalker and him had felt because of the Ziggurat multiplied tenfold - but there wasn’t much he could do about that now. Just needed to remember who he was and what he represented.

“The light in the darkness, my left…” he continued to mumble to himself. It was easy to repeat platitudes like that when you were in the Jedi Temple. Surrounded by friends and the Lightside running strong.

But when you were in the depths of a Sith tomb… a whole other story entirely.

Two Jedi Padawans had disappeared from Sullust a week ago. ‘They’ had left a letter saying they were returning home, that the Jedi wasn’t what they had thought it would be, but Grand Marshal Rhen had a bad feeling.

Turned out to be right.

Cole had tracked their freighter to Tash-Taral, its remains still smoking outside of the tomb: clearly the two young padawans hadn’t considered just how difficult it was to get through the asteroid field around the planet.

Now to find them.

The Jedi Knight set his jaw, gritting his teeth along the way as he tried to remain serene, peaceful and calm.

Difficult when it felt like the shadows were creeping up to him every step he took.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

A message came through from none other then T. Heavenshield, her old mentor and master when she was but a child. The Galactic Alliance, or rather the New Jedi Order had sent word that two padawans had gone to Tash-Taral and had vanished, they are sending a Knight from that Order to investigate and with hope of finding them. Master Heavenshield had insisted on aiding this investigation as part of the alliance between the two groups and the fact the padawans had vanished in SSC space.

All Abaigeal had was a set of co-ordinates and a name. As her ship, her mother's old A-Wing, the Crossfire Hurricane, came out of hyperspace, she sat viewing the asteroid field before her. Great, the last time she had negotiated her way through a belt, it had ended badly, so much caution was taken and eventually she broke through and found her way to the location. She had found the right place, evident by the presence of two ships, one, badly beaten up.

There was a trail through the force of a presence, someone had entered the Sith Tomb, it was not a signature she recognised and she could only assume it to be the Knight from the New Jedi Order. There was no evil in the presence, not from the Knight at least, but the place was simply pulsing with darkness, it was strange how it effected her blood. It was like the beckoning of a lovers call, more faded now as Abaigeal grew stronger in order to control it, yet she knew it would always be there .. naturally.

Her blue blade lit the way in part, following the path of Knight Katarn, the Tomb seemed to fold around her, the walls looming over head to encroach upon ones presence, well she supposed it would, it is a Tomb after all. Up ahead, she saw the soft white light, and the silhouette of a man moving beyond the bend to the left. Rather then move in until she was beside him, which could be rather detrimental to her health, she opted to make her presence known by a soft whisper on approach. "Anyone home?", she asked hoping he was not the jumpy sort.

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[member="Cole Katarn"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

Katarn was about to move a corner when a soft whisper carried itself through the stale air towards him.

It probably was a good idea not to try and sneak up on him - anywhere else Cole would have said that he wasn’t the jumpy type, but something about these ruins got to him on a fundamental level. Chances were he would have swung first, before asking questions.

Which probably wasn’t a good thing for Sanctum-Alliance diplomacy.

"Huh?" Cole turned around slightly and noticed the blue lightsabre first. He suppressed the urge to relax immediately. It wasn’t difficult for a Sith to pick up a lightsaber with a blue crystal.

She didn’t feel like a darksider though.

All darkness around them and she was a little speck of light… strange though, as if it was slightly dimmed, but they were in a Sith temple at the moment.

"Silver Jedi?" The question would be called out.