Exar Kun was an impressive Sith for his time - but that was using the term liberally. The reality was that he was only good at dueling for his odd blade - something everyone was used to seeing now, and the sith spirits that kept his power imposing. In truth, he wasn’t all that impressive alone; Maliphant having little true respect for the ancient Sith.
“I suppose they did.”, Maliphant offered in return as he glanced over the statue of their god once more, glancing to where his fingers pointed.
The room as a whole had a variety of crypts on the wall - many of the bodies wrapped in leather, clothe, or various other materials. They were likely those who served under the Sith in the center tomb; which made sense - this era were Sith were far more temperamental about their power base ‘outliving’ them. Maliphant imagined the majority of them were poisoned, stabbed, or buried alive in this tomb.
Where the statues’s finger pointed, however, was to a specific corpse - though what made it different wasn’t immediately obvious. Without offering anything to Adekos, Maliphant wandered over and began to climb the crypt openings in the wall, hoping to reach the corpse - to see what was so important about it, much to Adekos’s likely judgemental gaze.
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Higher in the tomb, the Blackwell Security forces walked about - some glancing over the runes themselves, as though they would understand them, while others simply watched the entrance of the area; their focus on security, but not on what was to come. Without their realization, and likely before most could react -
They were cut down in a single move, from one or many was not known.
While Maliphant was busy searching for whatever puzzle the crypt held its treasures behind, Adekos would likely feel the sensation of the men’s death, and notice nothing nearby to cause it. Half a dozen men in only a few seconds, and not a shot fired - what could it mean?
