That Which Was Forgotten

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Yidhra"]

He frowned. "You may have to wait."

The unfortunate fact of this little side-project was that Athiss hadn't yet been secured. Vrak was not yet sitting on the Dark Council and everything they did was...stretched thin. They didn't have armies, they didn't have an armada. What little they had needed to be used wisely. Yidhra knew this of course, but Vrak was here as a reminder. The power here was important, but it would mean nothing at all if they failed in taking back Athiss.

"Siedra controls much of the archives." He reminded her. "Without them you'll only be looking at partial histories."

Helpful, but not really what they needed. "An outpost can be built quickly."

He told her.

"You will oversee research here for a time, make sure that none of the others grow too...ambitious." That would be disastrous. A Kissai or Zuguruk who thought they could take the power unto themselves? No. They could end up slaughtering the entirety of the outpost.

Vrak couldn't afford mistakes like that.

 

[Yidhra]

A deep sigh escaped her lips, a thin smile on its heels. “Of course. I’m getting ahead of myself. When we hold Athiss, I shall see to it that we find a way to harness the Force of this planet.”

She couldn’t help it – ideas were sparking off in her mind like serial charges, each one inducing something bigger, grander. Yidhra was no engineer, and the minutia of constructing any such machine were well beyond her. But the conceptual stage, the design? She had the breadth of knowledge and the determination to conceive of such a thing. Especially after she gained full access to the archives in Andala.

The way was clear, then: removing Siedra ever remained the priority. She simply had renewed motivation to do so, now that Nathema and its tantalizing secrets had come into play.

“I will require a laboratory, then, and tools… but I shan’t bore you with the details,” she gave [member="Vrak Nashar"] a shallow nod, angling her body away from the chasm.

“We’ve a Sith Lord to kill.”

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Yidhra"]

He waved a hand dismissively.

The initial outpost would be...lacking in what she required. Unfortunately that was the simple reality of their situation. Until Vrak secured his position on Athiss he simply didn't have the resources to do as he needed to. When he had been a part of the government it had been easy enough to divert all the resources he needed to his little side projects, but now? Now he barely had enough fuel for his ships. It was an unfortunate difficulty, and one that would only be overcome when Siedra was in the ground.

"You'll have what you need." Vrak said as he stepped from the black marbled floor, his gaze falling towards the ship.

There was no doubting what they found here had value. It was not a nexus, not really, the power was too broken, too fractured for that, but it would be worth something in the end. The question was if they could properly harvest it. his lips turned to a scowl as he turned back towards the plateau. A part of him still wondered how Vitiate had done it, how he'd accomplished such a task. His fingers slowly closed to fists, eyes wandering over the wasteland.

He turned and headed back towards the ship.

Nathema could wait, for now.

 

[Yidhra]

She afforded him one last absent nod. Her mind was already entangled in all the processes and magicks she could apply to the stone humming at her breast; how she could bind it, reshape it, funnel its fractured power into something useful. The thoughts put a slithering smile on her lips and a twitch in her tendrils.

The contingent awaiting their return at the ship seemed uneasy. That was, however much a Massassi could seem uneasy, which was a difficult emotion to project with at least two hundred pounds of solid muscle mass and armor.

Somehow, they managed to pull it off.

Yidhra found a suitable datapad immediately after they took flight. Notes flowed from beneath her fingers, a curt shorthand with no small amount of cryptic references to confuse any prying eyes. Could never be too careful when surrounded by the overly ambitious and the woefully amoral.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Yidhra"]

Vrak had immediately made his way to the communications terminal in the conference room.

His fleet, or what was left of it, was spread out all over the Caldera. He had about a dozen ships, all of them the same class of cruiser. Those vessels had been constructed before he'd been captured on Naboo, though most of them were rather unfortunately not finished. They either had electrical problems, issues with their shields, or troubles related to the engines. It caused him a great amount of irritation, but the reason for it caused even more so.

As soon as he'd disappeared Siedra had made sure that every single one of his ships had been underfunded and nearly stripped bare to the bone. The project had crawled along and fallen into disrepair without him, something that would be fixed when he found his way onto the Council.

"Send the ship to these coordinates." Vrak said, leaning forward and entering the coordiantes on the keypad.

This world had to be protected.

The figure in the hologram nodded to him, then quickly winked out of life. Things had to move quickly now.