Eocin Chiyat
Peacock
What is money next to the power of the Force, the ability to bend space, twist minds, and in extreme cases even undo death? It was not Connor's cup of tea, but that kind of thinking made Sith and Jedi alike willing to throw money after their precious knowledge.
A very profitable mindset, if you happened to be the seller.
Having acquired a genuine Holocron, Connor had sent out a few feelers. Feelers that eventually ended with a meeting on neutral ground. He would have sold it somewhere more grandiose if not for the minor detail that the damn thing didn't work. Pragmatic as ever, Connor had carefully carved an engraving into the artefact in a dated dialect of Basic.
Its translation? If ye be worthy, I shall guide the way to power that transcends death.
Someone had taken the bait; he could only hope they were both naive and rich.
