Private Opening the Vault

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall

Oristrom was an Unknown Regions planet located in the eponymous system. The homeworld of the strong–willed Stromma species, the world was controlled by the Stromma council, an organization that led all Stromma planets.
In 0 ABY, during a battle in the Poln system of the Outer Rim Territories alien warlord Nuso Esva's gloating, which stated the Stromma's fate if they chose to join his realm, was shared by Galactic Empire Senior Captain Thrawn through the DeepWater-class light freighter Lost Reef's modified comm unit with the Stromma. After Esva learnt of that, he promised Thrawn that once he finished off Thrawn's forces, he would travel to[SUP][4][/SUP] Oristrom and turn the Stromma into "useful" tools. However, his fleet was destroyed and he did not destroy the senior captain.

At some point after the battle in the Poln system, the Stromma engaged Esva's warriors, the Chosen, on the Stromma homeworld. The Stromma had the upper hand; however, Esva assumed personal command and turned the tide of the battle. The Empire of the Hand, a confederation in Wild Space allied with the Stromma, defeated the warlord's forces thanks to Grand Admiral Thrawn's obsession with art.

What does this have to do with the present day?

Grand Admiral Thrawn was said to have kept a vault of everything from art, to weapons, to several holocrons within its walls. It was said to be underground thanks to the long temperate glassy plains. It is unknown what became of the vault after Thrawn's death. Some speculate that it still exists, hidden somewhere in Wild Space. Others believe it was destroyed during the Empire's collapse.

Connel had found that there is significant proof that the vault exists and He believed that Thrawn had hidden the vault somewhere in the southern hemisphere, and that he had been searching for it at the time of his death. Connel was confident that he could find the vault and bring the truth of the items inside to light. He didn’t care about the art or the weapons. Connel was looking for anything that looked to be Force related. Regardless of the alignment, he needed to collect it to make sure that anything related did not become property of those who had ill intentions.

 

[Cord Starfall]

Oristrom, one of billions of worlds in the Galaxy, home of the Stromma one trillions of species in the vastness of these stars. The world and its people unassuming in the grander schemes of the galaxy and yet they held a bit of history of the wide rgalaxy, touched by the empire of Thrawn's grasp. A history but one that would have been overlooked as nothing more then just a blip in the eons of the past. World's like these always held the best secrets because they were forgotten and no one was looking for them.

At dawn in the southern hemisphere an unmarked Cr90 Corvette called the Jolly Roger came to rest in the wilderness of the planet. Heavy armored boot steps moved down the corridor of the nearly empty ship. Droids went about their routines on the ship but only one flesh and blood occupant lived in these halls.

The boots stopped at one of the rooms onboard the ship and moved inside. A gloved hand moved across the top of a desk over a dozen tomes and books stopping at a mask that laid upon the desk. A silver and Amethyst sith mask with gold lettering of the ancient sith language all across the front. In that dead language upon that mask were a thousand sins listed of the one who wore the mask.

The sith mask was lifted up and placed upon the head. The woman in the mask whispered a prayer. "There is no redemption for the wickedness I have brought, I can only vow I shall not bring evil to this day or this world I am about to step onto." With that said she moved out of the room and too the cargo bay where she opened the cargo bay and began to move down the ramp. Sith swords Solar and Fiend at her side and dressed in her old and tattered sith armor along green coat over top opened in the front.

She stopped at the edge of the ramp and looked out to the wilderness before her. Her enigmatic dark presences not hidden a wound of her past that could never be shed. Her orange eyes scanned the landscape out there nearer to the mountain range was where she might find what she was looking for. It wouldn't bring her peace but it would bring her survival she heard it calling something of thrawn's legacy not sure what it was. The ronin force user Cord Starfall took her first step onto firm ground.

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Connel Vanagor [/hr]

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling town of Varnis on the southern hemisphere of Oristrom. The air was thick with the scent of spices and the sounds of merchants hawking their wares filled the streets. Connel Vanagor, a Jedi Shadow, moved through the crowd with purpose, his dark robes blending seamlessly with the throng of townsfolk. He was here on a mission, one that had drawn him to this remote corner of the galaxy, linked to the long-deceased Grand Admiral Thrawn.

Thrawn had been a figure of both admiration and fear, a tactical genius whose legacy still echoed through the remnants of the Empire. Rumors had surfaced that a hidden cache of Thrawn’s artifacts lay somewhere in Varnis, remnants of his strategic brilliance and artistic inclinations. Connel had been sent to investigate, to ensure that these artifacts did not fall into the wrong hands.

As he navigated the narrow streets, Connel’s senses were heightened. The Force flowed around him, guiding his steps and alerting him to the subtle shifts in the atmosphere. He could feel the tension in the air, a sense of unease that seemed to grip the town. It was as if the very walls were whispering secrets, and Connel was determined to uncover them.

He approached a small, unassuming shop nestled between larger buildings, its sign creaking gently in the breeze. The shopkeeper, an elderly Twi’lek named Ral, looked up as Connel entered, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“Can I help you, traveler?” Ral asked, his voice gravelly.

Connel offered a polite nod. I’m looking for information about the late Grand Admiral Thrawn. I’ve heard there may be artifacts connected to him in this town.

Ral’s expression shifted, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. “Thrawn, you say? A name that carries weight even now. But why would a Jedi be interested in the past of a man who served the Empire?”

Because history has a way of repeating itself, Connel replied, his tone steady. And I seek to ensure that the legacy of Thrawn does not become a weapon for those who would misuse it.

Ral studied him for a moment, then gestured for Connel to follow him to the back of the shop. “Very well. There are whispers of a hidden chamber beneath the old ruins outside of town. It is said that Thrawn’s personal effects were stored there, but many have tried to find it and failed.”

Connel’s interest piqued. Do you know how to access it?

Ral hesitated, then nodded. “There’s an old map, but it’s not complete. You’ll need to piece together the clues from the town’s history. Thrawn was known for his love of art and strategy, and those who understand him may find the path.”

Thank you, Ral, Connel said, his mind already racing with possibilities. I’ll do my best to honor his legacy. He served the Galactic Empire, they hunted Connel’s father, but the Chiss did serve honorably, to an extent.

With the map in hand, Connel left the shop and began his search through the town. He visited the local archives, poring over dusty tomes and ancient records, piecing together the life of Thrawn and the impact he had on Oristrom. The more he learned, the more he understood the complexity of the man—an artist, a strategist, and a leader who had left an indelible mark on the galaxy.

As dusk fell, Connel found himself standing before the ruins of an old fortress on the outskirts of Varnis. The structure was crumbling, vines creeping up its stone walls, but it radiated a sense of history. He could feel the echoes of battles fought and the weight of decisions made within its walls.

Using the map as a guide, Connel began to explore the ruins, searching for any sign of the hidden chamber. The air was thick with the Force, and he could sense the remnants of Thrawn’s presence lingering in the shadows. It was as if the very stones were alive with memories.

After hours of searching, Connel finally discovered a concealed entrance, hidden behind a fallen stone. He pushed it aside, revealing a narrow passage that descended into darkness. Igniting his lightsaber, he stepped inside, the blue glow illuminating the damp walls.

The passage opened into a small chamber, and Connel’s breath caught in his throat. Before him lay a collection of artifacts—holocrons, star charts, and pieces of art that reflected Thrawn’s unique perspective on the galaxy. Each item seemed to pulse with energy, a testament to the mind that had once owned them.

As he examined the artifacts, Connel felt a sudden shift in the air. The shadows deepened, and he sensed a presence—a dark figure emerging from the depths of the chamber

(OOC Note- This is not the place, It leads to another. Just wanted some interesting filler. )

 

[Cord Starfall]

Cord had been gathering information for many months on the legacy of Thrawn. You could get a lot of information on the blackmarkets in the Galaxy. You wanted a rare map you could get it, you just had to be careful it wasn't counterfeit. Spotting a fake took years of practice and you had to learn some of the industrial culture for which a document had been constructed under. A long time ago Cord had learned all of this when she had been trained to be Jedi investigator and later shadow.

It was strange how it became an invaluable tool to use when she finally had enough with the jedi's bureaucracy and hypocrisy so she became a pirate. A pirate could make their own rules and code, she was able to live how she felt was right and just. Even if it had become a lonely existence in her later years, her family, friends, and associates, most of them dead or long gone. It was strange how her life went from being cold and alone having escaped the sith going to Jedi finding many friends and then again when she became a pirate, then it came full circle once more.

She walked for several miles trying to avoid the populace as much as she could, the armor she wore with the mask and the uneasy feeling she gave people it was best to avoid them. After walking for several miles following the map, she had put to memory and her senses. She found herself outside a fortress covered in foliage nature reclaim what belong to it. In a way it was beautiful how nature just reclaimed things; the scars of the past consumed by the world itself.

She searched the ruins and found a hidden passage in a little alcove. There were stairs descending down. She felt a presence ahead of her, her dark presence not hidden either as she descended the stairs. However, there was something darker than her in this place deeper. As she descended further treasures abound could be gleamed with her glowing orange eyes. Descending further the room opened up and there were trinkets and treasures of all kinds everywhere but there was also another figure in the room and another moving towards them from deeper in the dungeon.

From behind Connel Vanagor she called out. "Oye, boy!" her voice came out clear even from behind the sith mask covering her face. "I suggest you leave, there is something coming and I don't think it's friendly." She began to reach for her sith swords at her side. If Connel was sense through the force Cord very much came off a s darkside user her aura permanently scarred by the sins of her past.

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Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall

Looking up and turning, he saw a lone, masked figure, potentially a female judging by her form, walking his way. He watched her going for her swords as if that was supposed to mean something. If she was the type that her aura was suggesting, then his mother Chrysa Vanagor was still a Lord. People do change, and who knows, maybe she was indeed warning him of someone else, and not her. I’ll be fine.

To go for his own weapons might provoke her, if he was wrong, so he didn’t. He had several choices he could make one what to pull and all of them were “quick draw” ready. Still looking at the artifact in his hand, and around the room, something was becoming clear. There was something “wrong” about this room, not just in the lack of artifacts but in what might be coming. I’ll go though, what I am looking for isn’t here. Might as well be honest, he had no delusion that she wasn’t going to follow him regardless.

Cracking his knuckles and putting the item down, he looked back at the masked individual. Now, you are blocking my way out. If this is intentional, it doesn’t have to be, but I can address it. If it isn’t, if you’ll move aside, I’d appreciate it. Hands down to his side and at the ready, the young Knight waited for her to either move aside, or do something. This wasn’t something he wanted to do, but she wreaked the Dark Side and while that shouldn’t matter to him(again, his mother) and he did not want to fight a woman(or a very effeminate man, should he be wrong) it would not change things. He was leaving that room and finding that merchant again. He had no intention of hurting her, but he would not let her stand in his way. He just hoped she would understand and step out of the way. He was determined to find the Merchant and get to the bottom of this situation.

 

[Cord Starfall]

Cord stepped to the side with out a word to let the man pass, showing her reaching for her weapons wasn't because of him. In fact, she didn't see him as a threat in the slightest at the moment, some kid who was in the wrong place. The room was indeed wrong, by the look of it, it was smaller than it should be. A false room to entice thieves with the less valuable stuff to hide the real value deeper in where the darkness moving in on them was.

A maze Cord thought to herself with a minotaur of sorts guarding the treasure to unsuspecting spelunkers who managed to figure out the puzzle of the first room. Before Connel left though she did speak to him as she was staring at the walls to try and figure out how one could get past them.

"What exactly are you looking for?"

She asked as she began to move along the wall her gloved right hand out running it along the wall as she moved. She used all her senses touch, sight, hearing, and her over tuned sense of smell.

"And why do you give up so easily, you are a force user are you not? Did your trainers just half ass it?"

Back in her day you made sure your apprentices knew the basics, if something was off it usually was. Then you tried to figure out what the hell was wrong before leaving. As she smelled the air she caught a whiff of the man, she knew that scent well part of it but she couldn't place where she remembered it from, it was a long time ago she last smelled it. She continued to move around the room with her hand, feeling the wall and her orange eyes scanning the room.

"I'm not a sith, if that's what your thinking at least not in a really long time."

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Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall

He did go to leave, though he knew he would not leave so easily. She was up to something, and frankly that was her business, not his. Making sure to make way past her and outside her swords’ reach, at least by the look of them and her arm length. Connel stopped. He pondered for a moment whether to answer or not, and chose to do just that. I’m looking for something distinctly different.

Vague? Yes. Annoying? Probably. True? Sure is. She did nothing to warrant a detailed answer from him, and he did not lie. If she did not like the answer, that was her issue, and not his. That would have been the last of it, but there was something else to her, something that irritated her, or at least seemed to. The “half-ass” comment actually made him genuinely laugh. Thank you for that, I needed a good laugh. In answer to your question. No, if anything my Master… my father and my mother overdid it.

I am simply walking away to find what I am looking for. If you want anything in here, take it. That’s on you. If you’re looking for a fight? Well you’re going to have to swing first. If not? Well I’m going to take my leave and find what I’m looking for. His tone was calm and relaxed, almost aloof and lackadaisacl. Maybe it was a bit arrogant of him, but it was honest. Might as well be honest.

He would not turn his back to her and leave, that was disrespectful and against what father had taugh him, so Connel backstepped until far enough away to do so. Frankly I don’t care if you are Jedi, Sith, or my best friend’s sister’s boyfriend who knows this guy who’s going out with this girl who saw Ferris pass out at “31 flavors” last night… bye now. He did hope that was the last he would see of the woman, but Connel wasn’t stupid. It was the “Guardian” training in him that made sure he knew he would see her again, probably at the actual vault.

She was probably tailing him right now.

Might as well make it fun…

 

[Cord Starfall]

"Ah there it is." She said knocking her right fist against the wall. "The problem with parents training their children, is it often breeds resentment in the child, and they rebel unlearning all that is taught to them often times." Cord spoke as if speaking from experience, in truth it was because she resented her own mother and grandfather. Her own children resented her and went out to find their own paths, rarely speaking to her.

Her eyes scanned about the area she was standing in looking for something out of the ordinary. Not concerning herself to much with the man leaving if he so chooses to but there was something here, maybe not the treasure he was seeking but perhaps a clue to it. "Not really in the fighting mood at the moment, plus I generally look for stronger opponents' ones that might challenge me." She quipped a smirk on her face under the mask.

She then kicked away some it on the ground at her feet revealing a plate with a small circular keyhole in it. She started to scan for an object that might act as a key for it. The man now a distance away as he began walking up the stairs to leave the small treasure trove. "Jedi yes, I was once one of those too. Council member even, though I was still Master Bacquin then, was head of the shadows at the time. Not sure if such a group exists anymore don't really keep up with Jedi affairs also probably a different order?" It most definitely was, cause jedi had more damn civil wars then then the sith and that was saying something about the hypocrisy the jedi put on.

"So what exactly are you?" She asked not really noticing he was leaving as she was engrossed in finding the object that went in the floor plate.

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Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall

She could look all that she wanted to, the merchant gave him more than just directions, Connel had the key to the mystery vault. Of course he did not know that she had found the lock to which it fit, but that did not matter at the moment. It was an interesting little lock nonetheless. On the contrary. I’m appreciative of what was taught. I am alive today because of it.

She could project her personal issues all that she wanted, not that he knew that she was, but still. Standing at the top of the steps, and looking around, the enticing aroma of food being cooked so masterfully made him hungry. In truth, Connel hadn’t eaten in a couple of days, a part of the training, filled up before going on an assignment so that eating was not a priority, but this just smelled too good to pass up.

Of course, he could get another dig in, after all, she was.

Well, thank you for not wiping the floor with little old me. I guess that I should thank my lucky stars, huh? His tone was calm and relaxed, now a little snarky though. No real deep digs, but really, she was playing a “psychological” game, he was pretty good at them as well.

Then she went on some diatribe about who she was. He didn’t ask, and wasn’t really paying attention to it. Of course there were a few things that the man picked up on though, well then, “Former Council Member, Master Bacquin”… pleasure to make your acquaintance. Can’t say that I have ever heard of you, but then again, I didn’t really care about history. After all, my father is over nine hundred years old. A Guardian, through and through, taught me the ways as well, until I took a new path. Sure, he gave some vague information about who he was away to the woman, it made no concern to him. As he was prettling on, he was reading more about Thrawn. Connel's research led him to a conclusion that Thrawn's legacy was not one of destruction, but of hope. He had become a symbol of strength and courage, inspiring courage and resilience in others. Connel was humbled by his discovery, but he was also going to take a page from it. It also gave him an idea as to where the vault really was.

As for what I am? I’m hungry. Then he shut the door. There was a tiny Bistro only steps away. Even if she found something, he wasn’t too far to do something.

 

[Cord Starfall]

There it was not the key she was looking for but that glimmer of information. He told her more about himself then maybe he thought he did. One that he didn't care for history, that was interesting in and of itself. If he was a jedi history was often one of their more important tools for teaching. The second thing he let loose was that his father was over nine hundred years old. The age didn't bother her, there were many ways such an act could happen that didn't lean towards the darkside.

Instead, it made her realize why his sent was familiar she had probably ran into he man's father at some point. The game she had been playing by telling him all she did was to gauge his reactions and personality. To gleam a little bit about whom she was dealing with, and she think she had him figured out.

She glanced once more at the room not seeing anything that looked, like the object she was looking for. She really did want to know what was behind that wall, perhaps a map or a clue to a bigger treasure but for now she would have to deal with this little bit of treasure even though it wasn't what she was really looking for. She pulled out a data pad and typed in a command to have her droids come pick up the treasure and take it back to the ship.

She then made her way out of the fallen fortress and started to head down to the little village not to far away. Her intent was not stalking after Mr. Hungry but to go find some information perhaps leading to where the key to that unaccessable room was. As she walked she removed the mask from her face and put it into one of the pockets of her jacket and then pulled out a flask of rum.

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall


The sun of Oristrom hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty landscape. Connel adjusted the hood of his cloak as he approached the ramshackle merchant’s stall nestled between the crumbling ruins of an ancient city. The merchant, a wiry Rodian named Ralk, had recently provided him with a map leading to the fabled vault of Grand Admiral Thrawn, a treasure trove of Imperial secrets and artifacts. But now, Connel sought more than just a map; he needed answers.

As he stepped into the dimly lit room, the familiar scent of spice and old machinery filled the air. Ral was hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a small device. He looked up, his bulbous eyes widening in recognition.

“Ah, Jedi Vanagor! You’ve returned!” Ral exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Connel’s expression was grave. I found a room, Ral. A room filled with nothing but dust and echoes. The vault was empty.

Ral’s eyes darted nervously. “Empty? But the map—”

Was it a trap? Connel interrupted, his voice low and steady. Did you know it would lead me to nothing?

Ral raised his hands defensively. “No! I swear! The map was genuine! I found it in the possession of a former Imperial officer. He spoke of treasures, of secrets that could change the galaxy. But… there was something else.”

Connel leaned closer, sensing the Rodian’s fear. What do you mean?

Ral hesitated, then whispered, “There was a key. A key that you must have found. It was said to unlock something hidden, something powerful. But I don’t know what.”

Connel’s hand instinctively brushed against the small, ornate key hanging from his belt. It was intricately designed, with symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint energy. I found it in the vault. It opened a door, but there was nothing behind it. Just a wall.

Ral’s eyes widened. “A wall? Then you found it! The legends spoke of a chamber, a place where Thrawn kept his most valuable possessions. If the vault was empty, then perhaps the key is meant for something else.”

Something else? Connel echoed, his mind racing. What could be more important than the vault?

Ral leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “There are rumors of a hidden Sith artifact, one that Thrawn sought to control. It is said to be buried deep within the sands of Tatooine, protected by ancient wards, but those were a false lead, it is said by those in the know to be right here in town. The key may lead you to it.”

Connel’s heart raced. The thought of a Sith artifact was both enticing and dangerous. And what of the Sith? I encountered one—an ‘I’m not a Sith’ who seemed to be guarding the vault. Why is she still around?

Ral shivered at the mention of the Sith. “I don’t know of one, but would not be surprised. There were said to be several who guarded the secrets from a distance. Perhaps they know you are getting closer.”

Connel’s brow furrowed. Then I must find this artifact before she does.

Ral nodded, his expression grave. “But be careful, Jedi. The sands of Oristrom hold many secrets, and not all of them are meant to be uncovered.”

With a determined nod, Connel turned to leave, the weight of his mission heavy on his shoulders. As he stepped back into the harsh light of the twin suns, he felt the pull of destiny guiding him toward the unknown. The key in his possession was more than just a tool; it was a beacon, leading him deeper into the shadows of the past.

As he ventured into the desert, the winds howled around him, carrying whispers of ancient power and forgotten legacies. Connel knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but he was prepared to face whatever darkness awaited him. The galaxy depended on it. This time his trip back to that room would be more… “careful”.

 

[Cord Starfall]

They stared at her as she made her way into the small village even though she had taken off her mask to reveal her face. It was the orange eyes or maybe her armor that drew their attention, but Cord paid most of the people no mind. She walked through the graveled streets until she came upon a small shop that sold oddities. She stepped inside there was a young woman at the counter who tensed up as she saw Cord enter.

"I'm looking for someone who can tell me about that old imperial fort?"

Was all Cord asked the woman at the counter, the woman seemed to freeze for a moment thoughts not forming words. Cord let a friendly smile cross her face to try and show she meant no harm. Other than Cord's eyes she looked like a fairly normal human woman facially, average even. Finally, the woman at the counter spoke but stammered and stuttered as she did so.

"Y..you…cccc..ould try old man Ral. He is further into the ruin city."

Cord nodded her thanks, then reached into one of her pockets and pulled some gemstones. Then tossed them onto counter in front of the woman she wasn't sure if credits would be of much use out here, but gems were of value almost anywhere. "I would like direction." She said as the woman looked down at the gems.

Deeper in the ruins she went following the direction the woman had given her until she came across a shack of a merchant stall. It was strange so far away from the other merchant shops in a place few would look. In the air she smelled that scent again, the one she had met earlier had been here. It would seem he was on the hunt same as she was but for what she did not know yet.

She walked up to merchant's shack and moved on in. As she entered Ral jumped not expecting more then one visitor on the day, he turned to see Cord. He gave her a curious glance. "What can I do for you ma'am? Are you looking for something in particular?" Noticing her eyes and armor filling him with a bit of dread.

"Information, on the old fort. I can pay." She said as she noticed his eyes looking at her two sith swords. Ancient and old tools of warfare most modern sith didn't even use as their weapons of choice. "You don't have a lightsaber?" Ral asked her inquisitively.

"No." She spoke firmly. "You had a jedi here? Where did he go?" Her right eyebrow quirked wondering if this Ral would tell her anything at all. Ral didn't take his eyes off her, Cord herself didn't like this game of cat and mouse. She didn't come here to track some dumb Jedi on a crusade for an order that probably didn't give a damn.

"You're a Sith? I will not answer a sith." Ral said gaining some bravery in his heart thinking if this woman before him killed him at least the Jedi would be further ahead. Cord just shook her head. "I lost faith in both the Sith and the Jedi long ago. They are the same to me, and neither truly care about the Galaxy they both claim to possess or protect."

Ral looked at her. "Yes, but sith lie and manipulate. Use their words to confuse and muddle the mind. That is what you are trying to do here." Cord took a deep breath; she didn't come here for a philosophical debate she cared nothing about. "So do the Jedi, both are evil." Was all she chose to reply.

"Hmm, if not a sith or Jedi then what?" Cord had no answer to that question really. Pirate sure, witch on a good day, hell she was just a wanderer these days more then anything. "I am nothing, just a traveler making my way. A forgotten relic looking for connections to the past. I'm looking for the secrets of this world."

Ral noted she hadn't made a move for her weapons or even threatened him for not answering her question. "Well, I have no secrets to share." He said, it annoyed Cord but she could not blame him even so. "Very well." She then turned to leave, she would have to track the Jedi something she didn't want to do but it was seemingly the only path forward.


Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Oristrom | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG : Cord Starfall

Maybe it was a lack of focus…

Maybe it was excitement that he might actually find something…

Either way, Connel was less about “stealth” on the way back to the room he had found. He did not even really follow the map as he had remembered the path all too well. The only question left was “what is in there?” Hopefully the item to what he was searching for was located in the small vault.

What was he looking for? Ask him.

Returning to the room in question, he did so slowly, looking around, focusing on his surroundings, waiting for that woman to pop out of some corner and complain about him again.

Nothing out of the ordinary and Connel stepped back into the vault-room and eventually found a recently finger dusted keyhole.

It can’t be this easy… fitting the key into the opening and turning, the mechanism slowly came to life. Whirring and fanning, the wall seemed to slide upwards and in on itself. The vault in question on the surface looked to be nothing special, a few “documents” some pieces of artwork, But in reality, the vault was a treasure trove of secrets. With a gasp of surprise, the explorer stood in awe as they gazed upon the artifacts and documents. They had found something truly special.

Yet none of it concerned him.

He was looking for something else entirely.

It was when he found it that he spoke aloud. I think that you have been hiding long enough. You can come out now. You never had the drop on me.