Megarea had never been to Korriban during its glory. Born on Hapes, she had been raised with a general distrust of all things Sith. She had been chosen to become a Jedi, travel to Silver Jedi Concord space and become one of the protectors of the galaxy. Back then, in those simpler times, she had only ever paid the barest notice to the ancient homeworld of the Sith. By the time of her fall to the Dark Side, and eventual joining of the Sith Empire, it had been too late to visit the world. During the fall, she had fled with several other Sith to the Deep Core, fearful of the destruction that was destined to come. By the time Megarea had killed them and taken her freedom, the Ashlan Crusade had come to Korriban.
It would be impossible for the Crusaders of the Light to truly purge the corruption that ran through the very heart of Korriban. Standing on the half buried statue of some dead Sith Lord, Megarea could still feel the call of Bogan running through the valleys of the world. She could feel the pull of the Dark Side in the very stone beneath her feet, and in the warmth of the sun beating down on her. She felt the power of the Dark Side in the very sand that brushed across her face, but it was diminished. She was not sure she could truly explain what she felt, but she supposed the world felt...stale to her. The Dark Side would never leave Korriban, but it would likely not be refreshed for some time. The ancient homeworld of the Sith had fallen, and all eyes in the galaxy turned to the homeworld of the Jedi.
The war for Tython.
She gripped the cloak she wore tighter around her slight frame, eyes staring into the distance as her mind wandered. The fate of the Sith stood on the precipice, and the outcome of a war halfway across the galaxy would decide whether the Sith took their final steps toward oblivion, or jumped back from the pit they had dug. It would be interesting to see which decision was made, though she feared she knew the outcome already. She hoped to change things, but only time would tell if she could move fast enough.
Part of that hope was to finally make her journey to Korribam. Here, she hoped to find some new revelation, some scrap of knowledge overlooked by the Ashlan Crusade, anything to give her more direction on what she must do. Still wrapped in her cloak, she stepped off the statue, plummeting nearly half a kilometer before slowing her fall with the Force. Landing easily, she set off into the harsh heat of the desert. She would force herself to endure trials, and hopefully, bring some guidance and help to her path.
Darth Petrichor
