INTO THE HAZY DARK YONDER
Outfit: Field Attire, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle
"So long as I have these aural dampeners to protect my ears, there's very little that can actually hurt me. You don't need to worry about me getting hurt."
Aadihr took mental note. The scream he had seen multiple sith use was likely a severe danger to the boy - perhaps Aadihr could practice some form of force-based silence, a vacuum to push air particles apart and block sound from propagating through. It would take time and practice.
"Alright, fearless leader," she murmured to Aadihr, glancing his way. "Lead the way, but let's stay sharp. Whatever's in here… it's waiting for us."
"It seems we go into the dark." Aadihr felt anything but fearless, betrayed by the white-knuckled grip of his pike.
He stepped into the grand hall, with vast pillars seemingly going on forever to either side, despite the dimensions of the building seen from the outside.
Tapestries hung from a banister above bearing a sigil unfamiliar to Aadihr, intermingled with myriad cable trays that all led to the back wall, to the darkest spot in the Force.
The Blackstone tiling was now a mosaic of many different stones, tiny tile work intricately designed underfoot. The color patterns Aadihr could not percieve, but the stones themselves were of vastly different origin - each piece a trophy of a conquered land.
At the raised dias in the center of the room where all the cables met at a massive pipe-organ like structure which fed down to the throne at the top of a semicircular set of stairs.
Seated in that throne was an amalgamation of metal and stone and flesh, circuitry and ancient physiology combined into a vaguely skeletal shape, twice as tall as a man - an ancient Epicanthix baroness.
In the chest of the half-synthetic and aged amalgamation sat a red cube, faintly glowing through the force. A Holocron, in place of a heart. Knowledge intended to be protected beyond the grave.
Dread lingered. The space felt unnatural - but if it were an illusion, his force sight would have perceived the true dimensions of the room.
The door behind them slammed shut and then... vanished.
The body in the throne's eyes began to flicker and light up, an abyssal black in the force as it righted it's posture. The hum. Of circuitry melded with the groan of millenias old servos.
A voice box half replicated with droid speaking modules began to groan as if testing it's voice.
It percieved the group, and the group perceived them.
Lady Xytheris