EmKay
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K O R R I B A N
[member="Dai Chen"]
The Lorsan Tekka slipped out of the blue of hyperspace. Below it was the slowly rotating sphere of stone and sand. Where lost souls had always found their way to, and for one reason or other never left in the same state they were in when they arrived. The light freighter stayed at a distance for now. Crux had newly discovered his Force sensitivity and even still he was not entirely sure what that meant. All he knew was that the waves of energy lurching outward from the planetary body below were tainted in the same sickening twist of dark that he felt on that Underground space station not that long ago. The scars were still somewhat fresh from that ordeal; scars one could not see.
"We'll be landing soon, just have to pinpoint the coordinates," he called out to his guest and associate.
This was all her idea, after all. Miss Jedi sent out a plea for aid from anyone skilled at diving into dangerous ruins in search of trinkets. Denko was all over that idea like nerf on grass, so here he was; playing the ferryman. In just a few moments the ship tipped and swung down toward Korriban's surface. The specific destination was offset from the typical Valley of the Dark Lords area that Crux knew nothing about - not even the name. As the Tekka penetrated the world's protective layers it entered a new realm of dust and wind. The repulsors automatically kicked on to counter the strong jet stream while they were passing through it and then they changed direction once the ship neared a clearing suitable for landing.
The modified YT-1300 came to rest in what almost appeared to be a crater. The ridge was apparent, as was the general curvature of the clearing, but the one thing that worked to disprove it being a real crater was the fact that it nearly seemed lined with stairs or seating. Like an amphitheatre or an arena carved into the stone here. Crux's eyes narrowed at the spectacle just before he stood and rolled his coat back on his shoulders and made sure his lightsaber was still safely tucked out of sight.
"Well, we're here," his mouth quirked in disdain, "You lead the way because I have no idea where to even start."
[member="Dai Chen"]
The Lorsan Tekka slipped out of the blue of hyperspace. Below it was the slowly rotating sphere of stone and sand. Where lost souls had always found their way to, and for one reason or other never left in the same state they were in when they arrived. The light freighter stayed at a distance for now. Crux had newly discovered his Force sensitivity and even still he was not entirely sure what that meant. All he knew was that the waves of energy lurching outward from the planetary body below were tainted in the same sickening twist of dark that he felt on that Underground space station not that long ago. The scars were still somewhat fresh from that ordeal; scars one could not see.
"We'll be landing soon, just have to pinpoint the coordinates," he called out to his guest and associate.
This was all her idea, after all. Miss Jedi sent out a plea for aid from anyone skilled at diving into dangerous ruins in search of trinkets. Denko was all over that idea like nerf on grass, so here he was; playing the ferryman. In just a few moments the ship tipped and swung down toward Korriban's surface. The specific destination was offset from the typical Valley of the Dark Lords area that Crux knew nothing about - not even the name. As the Tekka penetrated the world's protective layers it entered a new realm of dust and wind. The repulsors automatically kicked on to counter the strong jet stream while they were passing through it and then they changed direction once the ship neared a clearing suitable for landing.
The modified YT-1300 came to rest in what almost appeared to be a crater. The ridge was apparent, as was the general curvature of the clearing, but the one thing that worked to disprove it being a real crater was the fact that it nearly seemed lined with stairs or seating. Like an amphitheatre or an arena carved into the stone here. Crux's eyes narrowed at the spectacle just before he stood and rolled his coat back on his shoulders and made sure his lightsaber was still safely tucked out of sight.
"Well, we're here," his mouth quirked in disdain, "You lead the way because I have no idea where to even start."