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The entire planet seemed to scream leave.
From the moment Jonah descended onto the remote world, everything about it was off. The air was thick. The winds were harsh. And every minor inconvenience one could think of occurred. Yet he, like so many before him, was stubborn. Eons ago, this world had been a gem ruled by the Sith. Now, it was a shadow of its former glory. The old wars had left it battered and devoid of life in the traditional sense. But one thing was for certain, the Dark Side lived here - and it was not pleased to have company.
The target today was an old library-temple. These locales were used by sorcerers to record findings, experiment, and learn. Jonah hoped that venturing into the depths would aide in his own budding understanding of magick. He prepared himself for what was surely going to be a grueling experience, as he doubted it would be as simple as walking inside the ziggurat and picking out a book. Thus, he was careful in his approach. The cloak of his vessel was activated so that its presence at the foot of the temple would be obscured. He donned a hood and rebreather, both to obscure his identity and to save him from any airborne fuckery.
And of course, he moved with one of his hold-out blasters clutched firmly in his offhand.
It did not take him long to scale the excessively long flight of stairs before him. And as he reached the top, Jonah heard the telltale sign that he was not alone. The roar of engines. The whine of landing gear. The crunch of the earth as a new player entered the game. Of course someone else would be here - and Jonah was not in the mood for a confrontation. So, ducked behind a pillar and waited.
Fingers-crossed it was only a tourist who made the wrong left turn at Coruscant.
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