The Rising Concerns (PM to Join)

[Zeran Varix]

Genosis had many crevasses one could hide in, many old foundries to use, and many other things hidden well within the rocks of it's ancient civilization. Zeran believed this to be the best place for all his needs of hiding away from the galaxy, to keep his grotesque features away from the watching eyes of the Jedi and the evil fingers of the One Sith from touching him. He knew that eventually the One Sith would fall, that it was already dying due to the Triumvirate coming into play, but still his spirit ache to stay away from anything that retorted to attempting control of the galaxy, something that was impossible.

Zeran had taken a foundry as home, his own abode, and began to stock pile knowledge here. If he could find it worth reading, worth studying, he had it. Mostly these things were on the many large events that surpassed some of the strongest governments the galaxy had to offer, and each time...most of these governments were caught off guard by these things. It bewildered Zeran how they could have so easily been caught with their backs against the wall, regardless the facts that they prevailed each time.

The undead man moved across the dimly lit foundry, the old machines offline and covered in dust, while sand danced in the breezes that snuck in from the cracks above. Each creak from the metal wanting to turn once more echoed out making the whole cavern sound alive with work. The pitter patter of small animals moving gave way to more echoes and their soft mews sung out.This was his home, the home of an undead Sith Lord.

[member="Safiriel Bane"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Zeran Varix"]

Safiriel's life was it to travel to the Galaxy's furthest corners in her pursuit of history. She had re-discovered so much that had been lost to the eons, and now, her gaze turned to Geonosis. The planet had been essentially abandoned by the Galaxy at large after the end of the clone wars, save for a brief burst of activity some years ago. But once again it had fallen into disuse, disregard, and decline. How many secrets might the tombs and lost factories hold?

Her society of explorers had been sent ahead of her to present a suitable camp by the time she arrived. Her ship set down on the shifting rock and sands of the planet, and she stepped forth, her heavy robes protecting her from much of the sandstorm until she entered into her camp's main tent, pulling back the cowl of her robe. Nodding at Tanaka as she passed to the main table where a large pile of maps had been spread out. They ranged from system maps of Geonosis and it's moons and asteroids, to regional charts and spire maps, all the way down to blueprints of old factories.


Perhaps rather than plot a course somewhere, it might be better just to trek into the field for some hours. She often found fate took her to the most interesting places that way