Public Swamplands, Marshlands, And Dirty Cuisines

[Jin X]

Richard Ramirez by SKYND

Character Voice: X

Location: Dagobah
Gear: Nightmare of Exegol (Lightsaber), The Fiend's Grin (Lightwhip), Pistol, Sniper Rifle
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr​

The galaxy is like a puzzle, jigged and sawed, constantly looking for the lost piece to connect it back to wholesome days. However, that's a pipe dream, the galaxy is dying as it looks for heroes and saviors to resurrect its lost soul; a vision some hope to once again to feel it's warm, comfortable vision upon their faces. I'm not one of those, I'm a non-believer, a heretic to those people's religious beliefs. Hmm...if the galaxy was grand, why does she allow such strife? I'll answer my own question, because she sees her failures in those organic constructions, allowing these undesirables to roam upon her blood-soaked undergarment unchecked; now realizing her counterpart, this so-called male mate, dropped the ball because he was far gone into that stretcher of laziness. Organics.

I chose this planet, Dagobah, for three reasons:

1....there's a history here. According to legends, if one is apt to follow such Jedi fairy tales, a self-imposed powerful Jedi Master exiled himself here out of knowledgeable fear he knew his weakness and powerless attempts to halt the growing Sith of his time was futile and, if alive, still powerless to staunch the emerging Sith onslaught now generations later. Rest in Peace fable.

2...This so-called Jedi stumbled upon a john, hoping if he trained this organic properly that he could emerge into the galaxy as a hero; redeeming himself for his failures and clouded judgments: one powerful mind that sent the galaxy he knew into darkness and turmoil. Or perhaps, he hated this organic's father to the point he wished to unite them together in hopes they would be murdered in tandem, training one to kill the other, or die in a death befitting of miserable book writing? Exile has a tremendous effect on one's psyche; more so if you put yourself on timeout out of the knowing you failed, and quite possibly, now responsible for the downfall of those that looked up to you. But Jedi do not harbor emotions of hate or revenge.... or do they?

3...ahh, now to my point. The Sith love to hoard their treasures and conquests, whisking them away into intolerable riddles and sites. But the Jedi do not...or do they? The Jedi preach against attachments, love for one example, and well, any feelings really. What if this is a lie? Why do they honor their dead in archives and stories, and with statues of those worthy to be cemented into stone? Shouldn't a Jedi be forgotten after death for fear of falling into the feelings of loss? Jedi is no different than the Sith, just a few thousand years of catching up their own dogmatic lies. But....I'm here looking for such Jedi treasures. Trinkets, bones, whatever is around here somewhere lurking to be unearthed. If not Jedi goodies, I'm sure there is something worthy here: can't sell me on the idea some sister-kissing boy was the first to find this fable Jedi's haven; lies is the foundation of the Sith; Jedi harbor their own lies under the guise of something different. And let's find what these guises are, shall we?

 

[Laphisto]

It had been almost two years since the Creation of the Lilaste order, and with the trade deal coming up for renewal with the Huts, he was in a bit of a bind to find some way to pay them. Of course, there was always the route of selling LIlaste arms, weapons, and military assets to the broader galaxy, which left less equipment for his people. Something he wasn't willing to go without. He would shake his head with a soft sigh, arms crossing his chest.

Instead, he searched for other means of profit, anything he could get his hands on to pay for the following cycle's trade deal. And that lead him here to Dagobah. He had heard rumors through his contacts of a supposed hidden treasure, and the planet was connected to the force in some shape or form. Though what was hidden on the planet's surface was beyond him, some say it was a jedis lost treasure, others said sith. And a few even said it was the treasure of some great king that used to rule the planet. either way, if there was something of value here he needed to find it.

as the Greh'ova Assault Ship, - which was accompanied by Mau'luk Squadron -the Grishto, made its way to the planet, Laphisto would grab at the Commlink on his communicator reaching out to the Leader of the WIngs of judgment Entirr Mokuze " Entirr take your squadron out and scan for a landing location for the Grishto would you?, Tia I wasn't you to take the Varn'isk, Catalyst, and the Avalin on patrol, make sure the rest of the system is safe, the rest of Mau'luk squadron stay on me." if there was indeed something here he wanted to make sure there wasn't any pirates or any other threats to the operation. he wanted no surprises.

Jin X Entirr Mokuze

 

[Entirr Mokuze]

Entirr heard Laphisto 's message. Entirr then responded to it, he said: "Copy that, commander! I will find a perfect location for landing."

Entirr ordered his pilots to follow him to Dagobah and find a landing location for the Grishto. The Ithorian scanned the surface of the swampy planet and found a good location. This location is surrounded by Bog trees, it's a bit wet, but it's an okay location. Entirr contacted his commander on the comlink: "Found one, I'll send you the coordinates."

Jin X

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Dagobah was infamous across the galaxy, at the very least for those force sensitive, it was one of the purest places in the galaxy to access the Force. It flowed freely, without any blockage or friction that was common with almost all other places across the galaxy. Indeed, that was part of the reason he was here.

Trudging through mud and sludge.

The fact he could access the Force with such ease was poor comfort in comparison to how wet his boots were.

Still, there was something on this planet worth continuing his trek for.

There were legends, stories, of an ancient cave on this planet, a vergence of the Force, a dark side nexus.

Malum clasped his fingers around his amulet, making certain not to dirty it, as it burned hot to the touch, a sign perhaps, he was getting closer. He resisted a gag as he parted a mound of dirt in front of him, he had already needed to ward off various swamp creatures with his lightsaber, and he certainly did not want a fight in these swamps. Neither did he know it very well, nor did he have any desire to fight in this kind of terrain. Certainly, if someone who lived in such a place confronted him, he would be at the disadvantage no matter how easily the Force flowed through his fingers.

It was the sound of engines above him that alerted him to such a possibility.

Force Cloak enclosed his form, his mind squinted through the green fog, the miasma of the swamp, he could make out floating structures in the sky. Starships, large ones if he could see them from this distance.

He increased his speed, he would not be alone for long.

Jin X Laphisto Entirr Mokuze