Private Shifting Sands

[Aliris Tremiru]

Word of Sith Tombs spread fast in certain circles. Ancient artifacts, dark spirits. Horror stories, more than anything else, were the talk of those in the know. Guardians protecting a vast treasure and tomb raiders mysteriously going missing on expeditions. A lot of times these were fake stories. But sometimes, so very rarely, these stories were true. Among these circles the few who did know what to look for could tell when one of these rarities emerged.

Altor 14 was a desert planet near the edge of the galaxy. A backwater world not worth anyone's attention. Or so Isari had assumed at first. But as she overheard the conversation, she knew the truth. The rumors coming from that planet were about just this. Ancient artifacts. A dark spirit. She chalked it up to be some ghost story, but when she listened to the details everything clicked into place. There was a Sith Tomb on this world, hidden for all these years.

She set out immediately.

It'd taken some time, and some arm twisting, to find the location of the tomb itself. Many didn't know, and the few who did were truly horrified by what they encountered. Isari was kind enough to put them out of their misery once she wrenched the location from them. The young Sith stood just outside the recently unearthed entrance. Still half buried in the sand, or perhaps reburied from another sandstorm like the one that had initially uncovered it. It didn't matter. Whatever secrets laid within Isari was sure to take for herself.

Claim all it's secrets. Kill anything in the way.

Her yellow eyes narrowed as the voice of the First whispered in the back of her mind. "I was already planning on it."

Amelia Venthyra

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

In Amelia's experience with her field of expertise as a Silver Jedi. The ancient Sith and dark side alike loved to have their own personal secluded space. Unfortunately that often comes up as their own tomb that was buried and forgotten for centuries or even a millenia. Whether it was hidden hundreds of meters below ice, surrounded by magma, or just constantly having acidic rain. No matter who it was in the past, they never make it easy to get to the entrance of their resting place. Let alone leave it unprotected in some way, and as usual there tended to be a dark spirit that resided in such tombs if the raiders even got that far.


Usually the most common source of Intel came from hushed whispers or tales of such places. Especially from the local folk as that happened quite often, and if news of it got off world then either it was a natural spectacle to behold or there were reports of missing people near the place. Of course, Amelia's job was to root out such dangerous sites before the situation became lethal to the locals, or worse infect chaos and destruction to other worlds just by sowing the seeds within the people's minds. Not that she's seen it happen before, but there was a case when a spirit possessed a willing host in exchange for power. A power that Amelia consequently crushed before the spirit reached its peak performance.


In this case however, the situation wasn't exactly serious at least not at the time. But nothing extraordinary happens in Altor 14 and given that Amelia tended to stay in the Wild Space more often than most. She eventually caught wind of a recent tomb that was uncovered after one bad sandstorm. A sinister tomb that warned off people from even attempting to raid it. At least, normal people that was until a couple of force users decided to take a Friday stroll up to the front gate so to speak.


Over the howling, blistering wind came a specific type of whine. The kind that was often associated with speeder bikes as there was indeed a single bike sailing over the dunes with a set of coordinates in particular. Piloting this bike was indeed the red headed Knight Venthyra garbed in the brown jedi robes that whipped with the wind. Aside from the one-piece skin tight suit, there were leather tunic, some bracers, and a pelt wrapped around her waist that doubled as an open-front skirt as the suit of enviroweave kept her body cool from the extreme heat. In the distance, with the crown of the tomb coming into view, Amelia felt a cold, dark presence. There was even a wave of a mental attack, not so much in telepathy or mind trick. But more so to inject fear and create a powerful emotion. Fortunately Amelia trained herself diligently in improving not just her willpower, but also the Force to shield her thoughts and foreign emotions from getting in.


Or basically she brushed off the attempt to instill fear within her as Amelia accelerated ever closer to the tomb. However what she did not notice before, Amelia soon noticed that there was indeed somebody already at the half buried remnant. The knight simply didn't notice that the person's presence was being masked by the greater presence coming from the tomb itself. Or perhaps whatever resided there was producing the effect.


Amelia pulled closer until she was a good twenty five meters from the temple and what Amelia wagered as a female dark sider. Silverblade turned the bike as she skidded to a halt before Amelia essentially parked the bike. One of her hazel eyes squinted under the glaring sun as she looked over to Isari. On Amelia's utility belt were two lightsaber hilts. One was beautifully engraved with vines covered in leaves caressing the hilt, and while the other was plain and smaller.


"I didn't think some ruins were in the market to enlist young protectors. Unless someone finally gotten enough income to string along whomever they could find." Amelia takes a few meters closer to Isari after she calls out. This wasn't exactly a rare occasion either for Amelia as there tended to be a dark sider who sought these places for power. Or just to find anything to appease their masters.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Someone approaches.

Isari's eyes widened as she pulled her gaze from the tomb, scanning the surroundings for the reason the First decided to speak again. It wasn't long until she saw it. Well, heard it first. The signature whine of a speeder. The widened eyes narrowed, the yellow full of annoyance as the speeder rapidly came into view. The rider shortly after. Jedi. Annoyance quickly shifted to anger, the yellow eyes of the young Sith practically glowing with that hate.

Of course there was a Jedi.

She didn't respond. No, the words falling from Amelia Venthyra only made the young Sith angrier. A young protector of this forgotten tomb? Someone strung along? Was she that obviously weak? Her fingers curled around the hilt of her saber.

Good. Let that anger flow through you. Mutter the spell. Focus your anger.

The foundation of the Dark. Hate. Anger. Raw emotion. A red glow formed from Isari's blade, but it wasn't the glow of a saber. Instead the runes along the weapon were glowing. Dimly at first, but as Isari raised a hand towards the Jedi the glow grew brighter and brighter. The dark swirled in her open palm, coalescing to a point. "Scutta Chwituskak." The ancient words fell clearly from her lips, and the mote of darkness shot forward. It erupted in a wave of heat that threatened to consume the Jedi, scorching the sand to glass between them. Isari lowered her hand then, turning her gaze back towards the tomb.

That's what she was here for.

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

Well she didn’t even need to be an empath or try to peer into the woman’s mind to determine what she might have been feeling. That hatred was practically seething through her yellow eyes, but Amelia didn’t panic even as the sith wordlessly raised a hand towards the jedi. There was definitely power surging through this warrior, that much Amelia picked up, but Silverblade responded in kind by raising an empty hand towards Isari. If there was anything Amelia was confident in herself, it would be the ability to defend herself against such attacks whether it was a blaster, mind assault, lightsaber, or in this case something dark trying to rob her of life.

Isari uttered what Amelia could only assume was a command, or a spell, and in the past any Sith that had to verbally say anything for the power to work meant that it was the stronger form of the Dark Side. When that blast of such intense heat came towards her, Amelia willed the Force of her own to not absorb or directly defend herself. Rather she split the wave in two as Amelia redirected the heat blast to circle around her for a good 2 meters before the waves continued to go however far it was supposed to. Not that her bike was safe however as parts of it started to melt to the point where even the repulsor engines sputtered.

”So much for a warm welcome. All of you Sith and spirits are always the same.” Amelia non-chalantly spoke more so to herself, but she wasn’t keeping it under hushed whispers either. Seeing that Isari had begun to walk towards the entrance, Amelia reached out with her empty hand once more not to grab Isari, but instead Amelia willed the Force to apply great pressure at the base of a column. It resulted in cracked stone before she altered the fallen column to collapse in front of the entrance. Granted the column might not block the entrance entirely, but it would definitely make it more difficult to get into.

”Trust me, you do not want to go in there.” Even as she says this, her right hand practically touches the hilt of her lightsaber, but the jedi doesn’t remove it just yet.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Isari froze.

In the months since the Empire fell, the young Sith had been forced to realize how weak she truly was. Top of her class meant nothing in the real world where Jedi, Sith, and any other could command power far beyond what her fellow students could. What she could. Frustration. That was the emotion at the core of Isari's rage. At her own weakness. Powerlessness. Amelia Venthyra was just another that could outclass her in this galaxy.

The pillar fell before her, cutting off the entrance to the prize she'd been searching for. The only reason she was here. Now she'd have to dig out her own way in. Move the pillar. So she screamed. A rageful, hollow scream as she let her frustration out. The ground around her swelled, the Force twisting to her unconscious will to flatten out the sand. "Go! Away!" She raised her hand, fingers curling into a fist as part of the pillar that had broken off lifted beside her.

"Shut up and go away!" Her hand was thrown forward, sending the larger piece forward towards the Jedi.

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

Raw power, that was what Isari was utilizing the Force. Such power could spell the error of many whether they were trained or have little experience. So much rage and yet her level of control was somewhat lacking in Amelia's perspective. The emotions was spilling out of Isari in such a way that she lifts a large section of the broken column and violently threw it at Amelia's direction.


Amelia sighed as she allowed the Force to flow through her body. From her mind to the tips of her fingers and toes. The jedi leapt over the debris as it sailed past her. Amelia tumbled forward to keep her momentum before she suddenly sprinted with blurring speed towards Isari. Closing the distance at a remarkable rate, and when Amelia was maybe a meter from Isari the Jedi pulled her saber free to ignite a purple energy blade that hummed to life. However it was at that moment that things started going awry.


Amelia visually with the audible hum of her lightsaber lunged forward with a powerful downward strike at Isari. The intention to overpower Isari. However if Isari blocks or something she'll hold her own. Whatever a fight would play out in Isari's mind, but in the end when Isari delivers the final cut then Amelia's figure would dissipate into an odorless smoke.

OOC: Amelia is using Force Masquerade to incite a battle within Isari's mind. How it plays out is up to you.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Frustration and rage doubled over as Amelia Venthyra charged forward. For all her raw power in the Force, she had little when it came to lightsaber combat. Frustration turned to desperation. Rage turned to fear. Her saber came to life, the red blade swinging up to catch the strike for her. Isari knew just how weak she was in this. The Jedi would surely overwhelm her! She gritted her teeth none the less. She didn't want to die.

And she blocked the cut.

Surprise filled her eyes. Then joy. Then a sneer. She pushed the blade up. Of course. The Jedi was weak! The Jedi had to be weak. She brought her blade around, under Amelia's guard to cut her in half.

You truly would fall for such an illusion?

Isari blinked, and the falling corpse of the Jedi dissipated into smoke. An illusion? Panic once again took over the young Sith as she swung her blade wide, not sure where the Jedi could have gone while she'd been tricked.

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

Obtaining information of the enemy was a must have in her line of work. Whether that was to pressure them with lightsabers, a battle of will, or in this case drop an illusion just to see how they would react. Amelia was a curious woman, and frankly she was curious on what else Isari could do. The illusion quickly took hold of Isari's mind, the illusion of victory, and just as quickly it had ended. Yet Amelia still maintained the illusion of being invisible. As in reality Amelia was leisurely circling around Isari, staying just out of her reach with the lightsaber, and yet she projected her voice like it was coming from all around Isari.


"Why did you come here? Other than the never-ending pursuit of power that is." Amelia questioned Isari and she was wary of the violent outbursts. Of course the jedi didn't expect an answer.


"You do have some power, but you're throwing it out with abandon that you are hurting yourself with the lack of control. Search within yourself, and find me." Now this one Amelia was curious on what Isaru would do. Experience is a valuable teacher, and it was clear that Isari had little to no experience with illusions or tricks within the mind. Amelia was curious if Isari could adapt and grow from this encounter. Only time would tell really, or was raw emotion all she was capable of?

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

"Shut up!"

Amelia Venthyra was taunting her? Trying to teach her a lesson? What kind of Jedi would do this to a Sith!? Isari wasn't sure how to feel. Afraid, because she knew an attack could come from anywhere. Anger for the Jedi trying to teach her. Pity for herself and her own inadequacy. What was she supposed to do? The First was silent this time, seeming fine with this turn of events.

Or just abandoning the young Tremiru.

Her yellow eyes widened as she turned her gaze briefly to the hilt. Was the First going to abandon her, too? She tightened her grip before flicking her gaze up. Whatever the Jedi's angle was, she was right. Wild rage and displays of power weren't going to get Isari anywhere but an early grave. The young Sith took a breath. The lessons she had as a child, use those. They allowed her to feel the dark, to learn how to manipulate it and control magicks.

So just feel for the Jedi.

It took a moment. Had it been a rival Sith, Isari likely wouldn't of been able to feel anything other than the oppressive darkness of the tomb. The Jedi though? After a moment of quiet she felt it. That thrum of the light. Her eyes narrowed as she swung her blade out, now focused instead on striking down her foe. If the Jedi was going to help Isari kill her, the young Sith wouldn't complain.

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

Amelia was aware that her approach and behavior of the Sith is perhaps concerning. However she found it as a mystery as to why a Sith would go around in other people’s tombs other than the fact they believe power slept within the heart of the tomb. Whether it was in the form of an artifact, or some spirit that remained ravenous for life. Most of the time a dark sider would be too arrogant and genuinely believed they could conquer the spirit’s will into their own bidding. So far, Amelia has only seen one who managed to succeed, and it was one of the most horrendous opponents she had faced to date.

Frankly seeing the power that this woman possessed, Amelia would hate the possibility that Isari would fail and become a mindless husk for the spirit’s bidding. However, Amelia didn’t want to kill her either. A strange notion for a Jedi to be sure, but both the Jedi and Sith have been at their throats for as long as civilization existed. What neither side barely recognized was that both Light and Dark are the Force. Yet both sides treated the other as if it was an abomination.

Even so, Amelia was relaxed when Isari broke her silence and turned with a crimson blade aimed directly at Amelia. The Silverblade raised her purple lightsaber to clash against the strike, and with a twirl of her lightsaber along with a sidestep. Amelia twirled the opposing blade away for a moment as her free empty hand, now in the form of a fist, whips out in an attempt to strike Isari’s exposed ribs. If it was successful, then Amelia moves in quickly with a deactivated lightsaber to spin around Isari’s body. Where she’ll attempt to kick at the back of Isari’s knee, and in one motion the hand that held her deactivated lightsaber will push down Isari by the throat while the other will attempt to snatch Isari’s wrist the held the lightsaber to keep it extended and away from Amelia. If it was successful, Amelia would coldly speak.

”Yield. Or die to be forever somebody’s puppet.”

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

It was bluntly obvious how weak Isari truly was. Her stance was weak. Her blade was knocked away, her ribs punched. Her knee buckled from the impact before she was taken and slammed to the ground. Pinned by her throat. Anger and hate rushed through her mind, but mostly it was just.. Fear. She struggled, but she was obviously weaker than Amelia Venthyra .

"I am no one's puppet!"

Pride. As afraid as she was for her own life, the SIth couldn't let go of her pride. She struggled her arm against the hold, trying turn her blade around. But it mattered little. In the end she stopped struggling, glaring up over her shoulder towards the Jedi. "Get off of me!"

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

And so she did not yield. Amelia figured that would happen given Isari’s previous actions. Even in the face of being nearly killed she held onto her pride. However, as much as Amelia herself hated to do this, she planned on crushing that pride. Sometimes to create something, one must destroy it first. Amelia doesn’t let go of her hold and instead holds the sith warrior firmly into the ground.

”I find it unlikely that you weren’t pulled to come here, or the assumption that you’re still a training apprentice. Whether they are living or amongst the dead, somebody was planning to use you to get what they want with minimum risk. To rob you of which you seek before you even have the chance to put it to good use.” That was the unfortunate bit amongst the Sith. Always seeking to overpower one another, and the cunning never held anything back. Including morality. Frankly there was a reason that Amelia wielded purple lightsabers, and it wasn’t just because Amelia liked purple.

The heat was pressing on her back as Amelia’s ginger red hair softly shifted with the wind. Perhaps Amelia was wrong in her assumption and speculation. However she felt like she wasn’t too far off from the mark. Perhaps the only way to make Isari see reason was not to prevent her, but allow her to seek what she wanted. Who was Amelia to judge someone else’s action when it was clearly their choice? Sure it could become a threat later, but Amelia was confident within herself to at least mitigate the damage before it spread.

“However, I wish to make you an offer. I’ll let you get into that tomb, pick up whatever tool you want, and then you can be on your way. But any spirits here are mine to deal with. Am I clear?" This way they both can walk away with something they want and keep their lives.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

What?

Isari kept her glare as she listened to Amelia Venthyra , though it was obvious a slight confusion had started to take over. Isari was pulled here? No, no spirit in the tomb was speaking to her. Oh. The realization hit as the Acolyte's gaze widened. Then swiftly narrowed. Had the Jedi sensed the First that dwelled within the young Sith's lightsaber? No, hopefully not.

But.. An offer?

The Sith stopped struggling. If the Jedi wanted her dead, she would be. The initial illusion would of left her open to a lethal strike. She didn't answer the offer, just more still glaring at the red head that had her pinned.

"What kind of Jedi are you?"

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

”The kind that isn’t so eager to solve their problems with a lightsaber. As not everything can be solved with a blaster.” Not that she meant that jedi are typically prone to violence, but usually upon the sight of a Sith it tends to be a clash of death. However, Amelia was aware that not every jedi would approach a sith in this way when she has the upper hand. Let alone offer a deal.

The jedi would sigh before she lets go of Isari and stands up to her feet in front of Isari.

”Either way, whether you take my offer or not, this place might not be up for too much longer. Ancient sith tended to rig their tomb to collapse and destroy itself to protect it from raiders. My job is to clean up the past’s mess before it becomes a problem for the present and the future. So now would be your chance to get whatever you want out of there.” On that note, Amelia would start to walk around Isari and towards the mostly blocked entrance of the tomb. Using the Force, she moves the rubble to clear a path so that none of them would have to climb over anything. Afterwards the jedi knight would look over to Isari with a hint of a warm smile on her lips.

”Are you coming?” Although Amelia doesn’t wait for Isari to answer before she starts to walk through the entrance. Noting how dark it was in this place, and dusty from all of the sand. Amelia brings out a glowrod which she turns it on to shed some light within the ruins.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

Regardless on what Isari thought of what Amelia Venthyra said, the young Sith didn't lash out when she was released. Instead, the red saber was disengaged as she stood, hooked back onto her waist. It was foolish. Letting an enemy go. But, well. Isari wasn't so dumb as to think Amelia was leaving herself open. Likely wanted a justification for cutting the Sith, like 'defending' herself.

The bitter thought practically showed on her face as she rubbed over where she'd been punched just earlier.

"I know." It was hard not to be bitter. She hated this Jedi. She hated how weak she was to loose to this kind of Jedi. But the knowledge within the tomb was something she did need, and there was no chance the young woman would pass up being able to explore it before it collapsed. She grumbled under her breath as she followed the Jedi. Amelia was on her own with removing the debris, Isari standing close by with her arms crossed over her chest. Simply watching.

She wasn't going to waste the energy to fix the Jedi's mistake.

"I'll follow along, for now."

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

At least for once Isari was in agreement with Amelia. A plus was given when she even turned her lightsaber off. Not that Amelia wanted things to turn lethal nor give her justification to do so. Worse case scenario, Amelia would’ve tried to knock the sith warrior unconscious, but that would’ve been a problem on its own since Amelia already has to trek back to her ship. Carrying another person would’ve added more stress on the jedi. Granted her ship wasn’t exactly spacious either as it was designed to be efficient.

Upon entering the tomb, Amelia’s skin felt like there was static in the air. Not so much as an electrical kind, but the type of aura one would feel when something is concentrated with a large quantity of the Force. It also brought a certain chill too that was often associated with the dark side. Something that both force users were well acquainted with. There was a set of stairs that descended further into the heart, and despite the sand covered floor they could still make out several murals along the walls. A mural that translated a visual story of a boy that became an apprentice of a sith lord, then betrayed his master to take the reins. However it would appear that slaves betrayed him and ended the sith lord’s life in the midst of their rebellion. Afterwards there was clearly some defecation like someone took sandpaper and scrubbed the art from the walls.

Eventually they came upon the bottom of the stairs which was a small squared room with an impressive glass-like black door directly in front of them. Followed by two archways that stretched onward through the darkness. Other than their own breath and steps it was deathly quiet in here. Amelia, out of curiosity, walked up to the door and inspected for a handle or even a key. However there was no indication for this door to open. If it wasn’t for the outline of a door, Amelia probably would’ve mistaken it as some wall.

”Maybe there’s some switches or something… Hey do you have a comlink?” Amelia questioned Isari as she tried to shed some light in either corridor. However, each hallway still continued beyond the fifteen meter mark.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

"Comlinks?" Isari frowned, but.. There was something familiar about all this. Familiar enough. Her eyes scanned through the runes and artwork, trying to piece it all together. There was a puzzle here. And while some of the past had been literally scrubbed, there was enough to piece some things together. Enough of things together. ".. Yeah, I do. Are you thinking a rule of two, then?"

Amelia Venthyra

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

"Essentially yes. I don't see any signs of a door handle, key slots, or terminal. So I reckoned this door is opened by a mechanical switch. Possibly two of them based on how this place splits off." Amelia answered as she looked down at each corridor once more. Then she reaches in her pouch to remove a second glow rod and hands it over to Isari.


"I wagered if you have a comlink then we'd be able to keep tabs on our status. Such as if something collapses along the way that blocks your exit, or get attacked by some angry protector. Unless you wish to stick close to me, but either way it'll be your call." Granted a lightsaber could serve as a light source too, but the energy in each lightsaber was precious and frankly Amelia has only met a few who conserved the battery on their lightsaber. Sure it could last a long time, but it wasn't infinite. Hence why Amelia was using her glowrod instead of her lightsaber.


"I'll head down this way." Again Amelia wasn't forcing Isari to make a decision. The Sith warrior could just sit still if she wanted to. Either way Amelia would give Isari a reliable light source that wasn't her lightsaber.

Aliris Tremiru

 

[Aliris Tremiru]

".. Right." Isari watched Amelia Venthyra in a very quiet manner. The Jedi was kind. Too kind for her own good. The Acolyte took up the glowrod as it was offered, eyes squinting at it. Why not just use the lightsaber? The concept of a battery was a foreign idea to the girl, though it probably didn't help that her saber was something born of Alchemy and Sorcery. She was half tempted to keep details to herself, and yet.

"If you do find a switch, don't hit it. I imagine this place has it's rules for the Sith. If I'm right, this is a rule of two tomb. Only a master and their apprentice will get this place open. Or just, two people."

 

[Amelia Venthyra]

It was perhaps questionable considering that Amelia was a Jedi and Isari was at least a dark side user. An unlikely truce so to speak. Amelia was never the type to take a life unless her hand was forced. At the same time Amelia understood that the Force wasn't just the Light or the Dark, but instead it was both. Of course ultimately the internal war had been going on for so long that even if an empire fell, something else would replace it. Thus the vicious cycle of war, sacrifice, peace, and then repeat. So the conflict would never end.


"I believe the rule of two suggests that we go on our own trials. Stay on your toes, and I’ll let you know when I find a switch.” Amelia said before she turned to take the west side corridor. Truthfully she could feel pressure in her ears from how quiet it was. Amelia wouldn’t put it past anything living would’ve heard of them if these stone walls carried any sound. However, as she walked deeper down the corridor Amelia noticed that she could barely hear her own steps now. It was like something gave her hearing protection that prevented any sound from reaching her ears. This became evident where she couldn’t even hear her own heartbeat.


Then Amelia felt it. Something on the floor felt like it gave way just a little, but enough for Amelia to look down to find that she somehow stepped on a humanoid skull. How she didn’t see it before Amelia didn’t know, but there was a skeleton attached to the skull with missing bone and more than a few were broken. There was a feeling of dread that started to creep it’s way within her mind as she lifted her eyes forward into the wall of shadow. Amelia knelt down and rolled her glowrod forward. Frankly she quickly wished that she didn’t see them.


Curled in balls of spiked flesh was not one, but two Terentatek on the ground with a lone pedestal that held what looked to be a dark leather-bound book that remained closed. Truthfully Amelia hadn't seen nor killed another Terentatek in years. Not since her trial set by her father figure where she fought a Terentatek when she was still a Padawan. Even then, Amelia barely came out of that fight with her life. The fact that there were two of them this time, Amelia felt wary. Both of the dark beasts didn't stir even as the light fell upon them. They appeared to be still, almost lifeless. However, Amelia couldn't tell if it was just the atmosphere or if these two creatures actually held life within their stone forms.


Her hands, one hand on her lightsaber that remained off, and the other hand was stretched out towards the book. Amelia reached out with the Force as she tried to pull the book towards her. However, something prevented the Force from even touching the book. Of course it wouldn't be easy and there was no other way that Amelia could see. So, reluctantly Amelia began to approach the book as her eyes shifted from the two Terentatek statues to the book.


When Amelia reached out with her empty hand to the book, she felt the hairs on her arm tingle as it felt like she was close to electricity. The instant her hand touched the leather cover however. The jedi knight's mind was violently pulled into a series of memories that clashed and mixed. The best word to describe it was a chaotic mess of memories that it was impossible for Amelia to tell what timeline each memory went to. However the feeling of rage, sorrow, and pain radiated from these memories. By the time Amelia came to, the book was opened to reveal writing in a language she didn't understand. It wasn't Galactic Basic at least, but the writing itself didn't look like regular ink. The writing appeared to be like something dried up yet refused to smear or be erased.


However, much to what she feared, the statues began to stir to life as the sound of stone grinding against stone could be heard. Amelia instinctively jumped high with a backflip to avoid the two statues that attempted to shred her with their claws. The confusing part was that Amelia didn't even notice until after the jedi landed with her lightsaber ignited a purple laser blade and in her other hand was the leather bound book. Something that Amelia didn't even register that she picked up until she felt a weight on her hand the jedi thought was empty. Both statues looked at her with such hatred and bloodlust before they howled a blood curdling disembodied Roar that appeared to reverberated throughout the tomb.

Aliris Tremiru