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Ilum.

A world of almost no strategic importance, nor did it hold any kind of resources the Architects could ever need. That in itself made it absolutely perfect. The world was under some government's net of influence, the Architects were sure, but they weren't looking to conquer. Far from it.

The Ge'hutuun had not been deployed for fear of detection. Instead one of the small freighter's within its cargo bays had been dispatched to deal with the issue on the planet below. The objective was simple; recover the Architect known as Destrus. Destrus had reported back to the Architects two centuries ago with news from beyond the galaxy. He had been on his return to known space, when his shuttle had disappeared from all known charts.

A week ago, it had transmitted strongly from an old crystal cave on the world of Ilum. Why he was there, no one knew, but he needed to be found. The Harbinger himself had moved to investigate this disturbance. He, and his companions [member="Una Gal"] and [member="Subject: Gyossait"] were en route to the location. The shuttle had already broken atmosphere, and was soaring over the frozen tundra; avoiding rocky outcroppings and particularly open areas.

Snowy wind reached out to caress the shuttle and pull it down to meet the earth. It was Gravesen's piloting, assisted by the shuttle's interface, that kept it aloft. He wore a heavy black jacket that looked far too bulky on him. His slacks were about the same, and he wore multiple layers beneath. Ilum was, after all, freezing.

"How are we doing?"

 

[Una Gal]

Una spun around in her chair once again, completing her fifth full circle. The window had provided hours of entertainment as they were entering the atmosphere, but now it was just a sickly white blur as they dipped and dodged the bumpy landscape. She wore a thick white parka and had the hood pulled up. Though it hung lose around her head the fur inside protruded and covered most of her face. Flying was an enjoyable experience, but only for so long. Standing from her seat she wondered back and forth before giving up her quest to destroy boredom and leaning forward dramatically. Her chin rested on Gravy's shoulder as she mumbled some form of protest.

"I'm fine.. but I'm bored. Are we there yet?" She stopped to think a moment. Before opening her mouth again. Each word wriggled her jaw into his shoulder. "What are we even going to do?"

[member="Gravesen Conclave"]

 

[Subject: Gyossait]

Gyossait was seated just a room away from the cockpit, lost in a boredom induced slumber until the turbulence shook him into an alert state. Probably got enough sleep anyway from sitting in that cloning tank for so long. He cracked his neck from side to side and slowly picked himself up from the chair, stretching his arms as he made his way towards Gravesen and the fresh face whom he hadn't associated with yet. The leather of the pilot's suit he found in a locker cracked with each movement as he fumbled with the belt, trying to lock it in place. Hopefully this planet wouldn't be too harsh in its climate.

He crossed his arms as he stood to the leftmost side of Gravesen, peering out the opaque windshield at the flurry of nasty weather before turning to his friend.


"How are we doing?"


[member="Una Gal"] [member="Gravesen Conclave"]

 

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The ship came to a slow halt over the snowy landscape. The wind battered its hull, and the white flurry of snow did its very best to breach the thick durasteel, but to no avail. Gravesen only gave the slightest smile of acknowledgement at Una's touch, and remained silent as he slowly lowered the craft into a loose draft. Snow kicked up several meters from the force of the engines, and the frozen silver of an ancient doorway embedded in the side of a snow wall could just barely be seen.

The ship gave a single, loud rumble as its engines died. Then, all was silent, save for the sound of snow splattering against the windshield. "I'd say we're about here, Una." The Harbinger confirmed. His fingers danced along the control panel, and the automated defense system engaged.

he shifted his shoulders gently to indicate that he was about to move, and pushed up to his feet. He reached down to scoop up the backpack that had been set against the side of his chair, and turned to the duo. "We landed without much issue, but the storm is pretty heavy. We'll be heading into an old Jedi ruin, from what the Architects have told me....so, we're pretty well off so far, Gyosaait."

He strolled to the back of the shuttle, and flicked the hatch controls. The gangplank lowered down into the snow, and the powerful gust of white immediately forced its way through the newly formed gap. Gravesen pulled his hood up, and motioned for the two to follow. "We're going to find an old Architects. I'll explain as we get further in."

[member="Subject: Gyossait"] [member="Una Gal"]

 

[Una Gal]

Una watched thousands of unique snow flakes float down and hit the windscreen of the ship. A few stuck and retained their shape before slipping down the glass and melting once it hit the coolers. A decent pile was already building up in the corners of the ship. Una loved snow, but she hated the cold. It was quite a predicament. Gravy shifted his shoulder, her cue to move.

She pulled the parka further over her face, tightening the strings that held it in place. The sound of a zip resonated through the deck as she closed it up to the very top. The last time she had been on a winter planet she didn't really prepare for the chilly conditions. She had worn the same parka but just a thin layer of robes underneath it. It was the worst mistake of her life. If it wasn't for a good friend, Solan Charr, she probably would have passed out trying to find somewhere warm. She slung her own backpack over her shoulders and turned to face Gravy and his friend. "Let's go then?" Through her furry hood her lips curled into a smile.

[member="Gravesen Conclave"] [member="Subject: Gyossait"]

 

[Subject: Gyossait]

Gyossait exhaled as he zipped the leather jacket all the way up and expanded the collar to cover his face, well, most of it anyhow. He looked out the cockpit to see that the snow was falling ever so gracefully with a serene stillness. He began to lose himself in thought before he heard the woman's zipper echo throughout the cold metallic vessel that was surely being layered by snow with each passing second. Almost as if it were trying to conceal and hide a truth which was never meant to be discovered, much like the clone and his luck of being found by someone he could call "friend".

He reached into the side pocket of the jacket and pulled free a pair of gloves which weren't the best, but they would suffice for the trek to where ever this objective was to lead them. A single hand-blaster was also strapped to his thigh, a little something for self-defense if he were to need any. No telling what or who roamed the arctic landscape, and Gyossait wasn't taking any chances.

He looked to Gravesen and Una, giving a brief and subtle nod.

"Ready whenever you two are."

[member="Una Gal"] [member="Gravesen Conclave"]