Darth Tennacus
Reanimator
Devoid of life, the ship was eerily silent on all frequencies. Rarely - extremely rarely - ships might pass through the system in hyperspace, but the likes of marauders could benefit little here. Two planets were barren, dwarven rocks; the last was an ice planet. Orbiting its icy body, a moon orbited it in a tidal lock, relatively thin in its atmosphere. No, there was nothing exciting about this place. Not to the simplest of minds, that is. If either of the Sith tuned into the Force, they'd sense nothing, save for themselves. But out there, floating through the black abyss, the old freighter ever wandered. It was no beauty of a vessel, in any sense. Various sections of its exterior had suffered critical breaches. Its engines were long laid to rest, and most of the systems did not operate on their back up generators. Still, Tennacus would not give it up for anything other than one thing. His apprentice would soon find that out for himself.
Tennacus gave a silent nod to board the vessel. It was not a large vehicle, and Senthral's ship would struggle to squeeze through its gates to descend onto the landing bay. Once they were down, Tennacus rose from his chair and threw his hood back up over his head. "Stay close," he ordered, "and don't touch anything. Is that understood?" The question required no answer, and Tennacus didn't wait around for one. Once the ramp had unfolded for them to descend into the blackness of the bay, Tennacus led them down into the ancient freighter, who had not operated to her full capacity for some 1,000 years or more. Her prolonged life was slowly coming to its dawn. But before that would come to fruition, Tennacus swore that he would take everything that he held of great importance here.
From shattered medical wings to tarnished storage facilities, the two Sith walked through it all. Damage not only existed on its exterior; inside was an atrocity. Wiring, circuitry and old technology laid out in ruins, either torn apart or blown to pieces altogether. For over an hour, the two Sith battled through the treacherous ruined paths of the ship laid out to them, jumping, kneeling and climbing their way deeper into its bowels. Orders were given here and there: Go that way, watch the broken sensors, avoid those pockets of radiation leaking from the fuel rods, and so on. By the time they had reached their intended destination within the vehicle, they relied on the Force to cast luminous vistas to guide their way.
The Master and Apprentice had reached a long and narrow hallway, having passed through some form of laboratory once used to exercise the greatest secrets of Sith alchemy. Tennacus paused at the end of the long path, forcing the two to remain idle before a large, vault door untarnished by the suffering the rest of the ship had endured. Its steel was that of the agents, and many a whispers from the Dark Side called out behind its sealed doors. Tennacus had demanded his Apprentice to wait whilst he tampered with the keypad, still functioning from days long past. Pressurised seals hissed positively upon him entering the necessary commands, and the old mechanisms crooned and croaked as they had done a thousand years ago. Ancient hinges stirred and groaned, until at last the doors parted, allowing them to enter. The Dark Side was intensely strong in there. In the blackest of blacks it called out a thousand whispers, voices of days long passed. But Tennacus fed light to the old, grand room, activating a switch on the interior wall, forcing the room to explode in a barrage of floodlights revealing his most treasured troves and secrets. Only one other had seen this place upon the Sith Lord's reawakening. Now his Apprentice would find out why.
The room was no vault any banking clan would horde their treasures. No, this room was a vast, ascending expanse filled with storage containers, of which many a treasure laid upon their lids. The ancient runic language of the Sith decorated books older than the Jedi Order. Holocrons laid in stacks across both the floors and boxes, teeming with ancient wisdom. Artifacts were piled in the likes of blades and weaponry, infused with Dark Side energy.
"This is it," Tennacus announced. "All of this is what we have come here for. Knowledge older than you can believe. The wisdom of our ancestors, who harbour vague and estranged secrets of the Force. It is through all of this that you will learn to become a Sith like no other. We shall take everything, and then we will finally blow this ship out of existence. Go forth and look while I gather some things, but be mindful of their delicacy. One thing breaks - one spine of a book snaps - and it shall be your spine that snaps with it."
