Fate Decrees, Some Paths Must Cross

[Poe]

The galaxy seemed, at times, to be an infinite monster, but to those that traveled religiously abroad would deny such an accusation. The galaxy was, for all intents and purposes, a small ball of web; strangling those to weak to free themselves from the sticky bounds of life. Every planet had a story to tell, some good and some ill, and for those seeking a life of an exploration; some worlds would be their untimely tomb. And Yavin Four was not without it's dark intentions.

Not to be confused with an explorer or a salvager or a misguided art collector, I was what those that understood me would call a seeker of knowledge and collector of dark artifacts. Just as the Sith, and practically every Order, sought to unearth hidden trinkets of power, so did I. However, as I walked among the Sith freely as one of their own; I wasn't Sith. I was a witch. A vampiric witch. Their mandate on how the galaxy should thrive was not in align with my own; but soon they would own my planet and this became a tale of survival. But collecting works of the lost was a secret that would bring my Bloodline to the annals of history.

So it came to no surprise that I would come to Yavin Four, where the great alchemist and sorcerer Naga Sadow rested. What he was and accomplished far surpassed those of his time, but an untimely death had robbed the galaxy of a complete and absolute darkness. Now, I didn't view the galaxy as a graveyard, as he did, but a means to better enhance and build upon my knowledge. What was lost could be recovered, and what he couldn't teach me in life he could in death.

Removing myself from the shuttle, staring out into the forest with it's cacophony sounds, my body stood stout upon the only two landing ports in this region. Exhaling slightly, my enhanced eyes roamed over through the trees, smiling hauntingly at the prospect that today was going to prove fruitful.


[member="Torion String"]

 

[Torion String]

Torion String was pleased with finally arriving here. The clues and research he had done all pointed to this jungle moon. His ship was discreetly parked in the jungle, having unleashed a few canisters of cryogenic agents to defoliate the area of his impressive personal vessel to find its landing space.

"What a lovely world. I must acquire some of the piranha beetles from here for my workings," Torion mused to the silent figure looming behind him. It simply nodded which made Torion smile a little more.

"What are you orders?" Requested the figure finally as it considered its own edicts and objectives to serve its master.

"Oh, just keep the area secure. Make sure to keep an eye out for ship. Not like this world has much but better safe than sorry. I'll take a few of the Bound with me for personal safety. You're a better guardian here for now," String ordered promptly to the figure, turning to regard the towering armored being whose faced was concealed by a combat mask.

The large being nodded and stood aside as String swept past him, his coat fluttering behind him some. He picked up his hat as he found several other dark armored but more average built being waiting for him at the exit ramp. They too had their faces hidden by combat masks though their eyes were curiously all a purple tint. Without a word, he descends as his personal guard follows after him. He could feel the pulse of darkness in this world and the possible lores of Naga Sadow to add to his collection.

[member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]