Reaching the top of the large cliff, the observation tower loomed overhead, piercing the low clouds above. Connor craned his head back and took in the behemoth for a moment. It would certainly require more than just one man to secure the tower, but if he could make a start then others with the resources to get things running would follow.
”Let’s go – eyes peeled.”
The Rangers behind him nodded and followed behind. Connor unhooked his silver lightsaber hilt from his belt and gripped it in his right hand, eyes scanning the planet below them as he looked to the already parted metal blast doors then led into the facility.
Reaching out with the Force, he could feel nothing except the draw of some energy – not a life source, but rather… he wasn’t sure. Something radiating a pulse he could feel and was drawn to. Maybe there was something of great importance within or even an energy source for the tower.
Stepping inside the complex, Connor unclipped his helmet and placed it down on the metal floor by the door. He stood and walked forward. The main corridor was lined with glass holo-pads that were obviously to project maps of the galaxy and technical readouts. Monitors hung on both sides of the wall, covered in a silver and crimson decoration that reminded him of the old Republic colours.
Eerily quiet, there was no sign of damage or violence – just emptiness and abandonment. Following his lead, the soldiers stepped carefully forward.
”Seems quiet. Too quiet.”
Connor turned to him and pointed to the stairs to their right. ”The stairs. You come with me. You –“ , he nodded to the other soldier, ” – stay on this level and keep an eye on the door.”
The solider was right, but just because it was quiet didn’t mean they were stepping into trouble. Did it?
His boots stepped up the stairs with a clunk – clunk – clunk. Dust swirled in the air and light from the planet streamed through the observation platform they came to on the 1st floor. Rows of databanks and controls curved in an arc before the large glass windows looking outwards to the planet, an awe-inspiring view over everything – the landing pad, artillery guns and monorail.
A small whistle escaped Connor’s lips. This would be perfect for the Silver Jedi and the planet as a whole to control. But something grabbed his attention before him, on a raised deck in front of the windows. It was the source of the energy – a large hammer, head facing down and handle in the air.
Connor frowned as he walked around the banks of monitors to the hammer. It was nothing grand in size, but large enough to be used as a weapon instead of a crafting tool. The Ranger was sweeping the room and not near the Jedi as yet. Looking to him, Connor was about to speak when he decided against it.
Returning his gaze to the hammer before him, Connor couldn’t feel any danger or darkness in the Force and it gave him confidence this was some old weapon left from the inhabitants of the moon. That, or some symbol of protection and defiance?
Clipping his lightsaber hilt back onto his belt, Connor rubbed his hands gently, sizing up the hammer and seeing it was connected to anything. He crouched down to get a better look, rubbing his jaw in suspicion as to what this really was, flicking his greatcoat behind him.
He chewed the inside of his mouth, rubbed his fingers together and reached out and gripped the handle of the large hammer in his right hand.
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