Silver Jedi Master
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He could feel the Darkness call out to him.
As soon as his small freighter entered the atmosphere, Tycho could sense the darkside. It whispered to him, beckoning to him with promises of power, of immortality. He had not been to Thule, but he had been to planets like it. The sort that many a good Jedi came back transformed and corrupted by the Dark that lurks in the shadows. Thule was not his first choice of planet to visit, not that he was afraid, for his faith in the path of the Lightside had remained firm for over two centuries. He was here out of duty. The Silver Jedi had been dealt a blow that the Order will remember for centuries. What was left of the Order was now stretched thin. A contingent sent to Crispor to root out the perpetrators, the rescue and rebuilding effort starting immediately, along with Concord space vulnerable to attack. He had offered his service to the Council and was sent to Thule to meet with a fellow Master from the New Jedi Order to investigate an urgent message from an archaeologist stationed on Thule requesting assistance regarding a dig she was coordinating.
Tycho landed the freighter near the collection of tents and mobile labs nestled behind the large rock jutting out of the arid desolate landscape. The Jedi Master left his ship and ventured into the makeshift campsite. It was silent... Too silent. He reached out in the force and he couldn’t sense a single soul in the campsite.
Then he could feel it... As if awoken by his presence, it called out to him silently through the force. Calling him deeper into the makeshift village of tents to the narrow staircase carved into the rock that disappears deep underneath the desert floor.