Last Westgard Standing
Location: Thearterra
Objective: Investigate the distress call
Tags: Valery Noble
For many months there had been whispers of a "plague" spreading fast on a planet close to the Galatic Alliance borders. Thearterra used to be home to an old foe named the Maw, a nightmare state that terrorized the galaxy for years. Thanks to the efforts of the Alliance, they were no longer a threat to anyone. Even so, their lasting legacy still seemed to resurface and create fresh scars above the old.
Just outside of the planet's atmosphere, Silas Westgard and the sword Valery Noble had just come out of hyperspace and headed straight toward the planet. They had been given coordinates to land in a small village in the heart of the infection zone, a place where the planetary resistance had set up an outpost far away from the front lines. The individuals there were the ones who would tell them everything they needed, after all, communication between them had been limited since the fall of the main communication center on the outskirts of the capital.
In response to their cries, they sent two warriors they believed would be best suited to get the job done, two Jedi who trusted each other with their lives.
"Old maw space... I fear the planets affected by their evil will never recover for generations to come" Silas remarked, his eyes looking briefly to his old master "I think we can both agree that their madness won't be missed in the universe. Not for our kids to see anyway"