"When are we going to get there?", the voice of an old man asked, shuffling towards the pilot of the shuttle.
"Twelve hours, sir.", replied the pilot, a younger man, wearing the standard pilot's garb of the CIS.
Fantastic, the old man thought to himself. Twelve more hours on this god-forsaken shuttle with nothing but two boring pilots, deactivated droids, and boxes of old... the old man stopped. Haven't looked in some of them for ages... might as well now, he concluded, heading to the small cargo bay. Dozens of large crates sat stacked in the corner, their contents labeled. The bottom box had the longest label of all of them, reading 'Lightsabers, Blasters, vibroknives, knuckledusters, and grenades'. Best not open that one, he thought, moving upwards. Book Collection (Non-Fiction) #1, and number two, three, four... seven. Shevaltesh preferred Non-fiction anyway. Who would want to read a bunch of fake bullcrap?
He continued looking, once more running his finger underneath many labels. Ancient Alcohol #1 and #2, Skulls #1 through #4, Eye Collection #1 through #3. Shevaltesh moved the crates he had already examined to the side, mostly using his force telekinesis rather than his actual body strength. Ancient Sith Burial Shrouds #1, Ancient Sith Apparel #1 through #5, Ancient Sith Jewelry #1 and #2, Gems, Precious Stones, Precious Metals, and other Jewelry #1 through #8. By the stars, Shevaltesh wasn't even a woman and he had more valuable gems and jewelry than even the most luxurious noblewoman could hope to have.
Pushing them aside as well, and ignoring the others, he spotted something interesting. Miscellaneous #1, the crate's label read, clearly the oldest out of all of them, save for probably Book Collection (Non-Fiction) #1. Making a makeshift seat for himself out of the other crates and pulling the Miscellaneous crate towards him, Shevaltesh opened it and began to examine its contents. Surprisingly, the crate only contained a single item, a rather large red book, inscribed Book of Sith sat alone.
Grabbing the tome and placing it in his lap, Shevaltesh tried to remember where he had acquired this from. Within moments, the memories flooded back to him. The Book of Sith was originally created by Emperor Palpatine, Darth Sidious, containing various scraps from many different Sith writings throughout history. A seeker of knowledge, during the Four Hundred Year Darkness, Shevaltesh had explored the galaxy, slowly gathering Sith Writings and Teachings, even making some of his own on Sith Magic and Sith Alchemy.
As he opened the page, he first encountered the complete Chronicle of Sorzus Syn, Palpatine having acquired many pages of it but not the complete thing, with Shevaltesh using Sith Magic and his possession of some of the pages to find the rest. They had been hidden on Korriban, in an ancient tomb, and the only thing standing between him and the precious Chronicle of Sorzus Syn was a guardian...
"Twelve hours, sir.", replied the pilot, a younger man, wearing the standard pilot's garb of the CIS.
Fantastic, the old man thought to himself. Twelve more hours on this god-forsaken shuttle with nothing but two boring pilots, deactivated droids, and boxes of old... the old man stopped. Haven't looked in some of them for ages... might as well now, he concluded, heading to the small cargo bay. Dozens of large crates sat stacked in the corner, their contents labeled. The bottom box had the longest label of all of them, reading 'Lightsabers, Blasters, vibroknives, knuckledusters, and grenades'. Best not open that one, he thought, moving upwards. Book Collection (Non-Fiction) #1, and number two, three, four... seven. Shevaltesh preferred Non-fiction anyway. Who would want to read a bunch of fake bullcrap?
He continued looking, once more running his finger underneath many labels. Ancient Alcohol #1 and #2, Skulls #1 through #4, Eye Collection #1 through #3. Shevaltesh moved the crates he had already examined to the side, mostly using his force telekinesis rather than his actual body strength. Ancient Sith Burial Shrouds #1, Ancient Sith Apparel #1 through #5, Ancient Sith Jewelry #1 and #2, Gems, Precious Stones, Precious Metals, and other Jewelry #1 through #8. By the stars, Shevaltesh wasn't even a woman and he had more valuable gems and jewelry than even the most luxurious noblewoman could hope to have.
Pushing them aside as well, and ignoring the others, he spotted something interesting. Miscellaneous #1, the crate's label read, clearly the oldest out of all of them, save for probably Book Collection (Non-Fiction) #1. Making a makeshift seat for himself out of the other crates and pulling the Miscellaneous crate towards him, Shevaltesh opened it and began to examine its contents. Surprisingly, the crate only contained a single item, a rather large red book, inscribed Book of Sith sat alone.
Grabbing the tome and placing it in his lap, Shevaltesh tried to remember where he had acquired this from. Within moments, the memories flooded back to him. The Book of Sith was originally created by Emperor Palpatine, Darth Sidious, containing various scraps from many different Sith writings throughout history. A seeker of knowledge, during the Four Hundred Year Darkness, Shevaltesh had explored the galaxy, slowly gathering Sith Writings and Teachings, even making some of his own on Sith Magic and Sith Alchemy.
As he opened the page, he first encountered the complete Chronicle of Sorzus Syn, Palpatine having acquired many pages of it but not the complete thing, with Shevaltesh using Sith Magic and his possession of some of the pages to find the rest. They had been hidden on Korriban, in an ancient tomb, and the only thing standing between him and the precious Chronicle of Sorzus Syn was a guardian...