The Ruins of Korbin

[Lox Draslyyk]

IN TRANSIT - TRANDOSHA LOWER ATMOSPHERE​

A heavy snort emanated from Lox's nostrils as the ship rumbled. It was a tin can with a hyperdrive welded on -- barely capable of staying in one piece, nevermind sustained space flight. The burly Trandoshan looked to his right, peered briefly at his brother who was currently occupying the co-pilot's chair, and asked, "Prepared to tempt fate yet again, egg brother?" Lox was referring to the ordeal of actually exiting Trandosha's atmosphere, which was what the duo were currently attempting to do in their rumbling rust bucket.

When a small beep from the control console signaled that they had, in fact, made it to low orbit, Lox let out a small sigh of relief. Every adventure beyond their home planet's atmosphere was a dice with death up until the pair could afford (or acquire) a better ship.

"Korbin, was it?" Lox said, with the signature reptilian emphasis on 's' which turned it into a miniature hiss. "Enter it on the Nav and prepare the hyperdrive." The older brother may have seemed blunt but in terms of Trandoshan culture, he was quite friendly. Natives of Trandosha may even detect a subtle loving tonage in his vocalisations towards Oll. That was because, well, Lox did love his little brother -- at least in whatever capacity a Trandoshan could feel love in. In human terms, it was more of an honourable and respectful motivation to keep his egg brother alive...

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

The ship was hardly stable but Oll had an unusual bout of confidence about exiting the atmosphere, he'd recently found the remnants of a mangled freighter. It was destroyed beyond repair, more than likely a result of Cartel trade conflict, but it provided enough Durasteel to stabilise the hull weaknesses that lead to last months crash.

Oll let out a slither of relief regardless of his confidence as the junker exited the atmosphere. The hull was just fine but his only nagging concern was the new tendency for the thrusters to over-heat. "The Draslyyk brood does it again, egg brother." he said after checking the ships diagnostics "If our contact was right about these ruins, we might just be able to buy a new ship" Oll entered the navigational charts for Korbin and before engaging the hyper-drive looked to his brother "If Karyk is wrong about this place, I will find him and tear each scale off his body bit by bit" a light suggestion as far as trandoshans are concerned.

After dropping in and out of hyper-space several times on the journey the ship finally dropped out over Korbin.

"Take us down, egg brother."

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

KORBIN - HIGH ORBIT​

A low grunt that passed for a laugh in Trandoshan was Lox's response to his brother's threat. "Karyk is honourable, this will be a profitable excursion..." The older brother seemed confident, as if he could almost sense the credits lining the brothers' accounts after this day.

And then they were there, in high orbit above Korbin. The planet looked average in terms of geology, with no unbelievably tall mountain ranges or inexplicably deep canyon systems. The atmosphere was a light orange colour from up there, with enormous lakes covering the mostly barren surface. There was little in way of urbanisation on the planet, with only a few trading/refuelling outposts dotted along the equator. Which was both good and bad. It meant that Oll and Lox were unlikely to be disturbed, but also that help was half a planet away.

Lox nodded just once in response to Oll and angled the nose of their rust bucket down towards Korbin, lining up an acceptable angle of re-entry. Pondering on the rigors of re-entry made Lox further adjust the course of their ship, so that the angle became more favourable and hopefully more forgiving to their starship. "... Providing we survive this."

The craft began to shake once more as they kissed the atmosphere. Flames began to form and lick the hull as the rumble within the cabin grew into a roar. Lox's harness barely kept the Trandoshan in his worn pilot's chair and, like the majority of the ship's components, threatened to break at any moment. Then the galaxy would finally know what scrambled Trandoshan looked like...

Just as things were looking grim, the flames subsided and so did the rumbling. Fortunately, the ship was still airborne -- and maneuverable. Lox smiled, although it looked like a snarl, and stated, "It appears your repairs worked." A few moments passed before Lox asked, "Where are these ruins located, exactly?"

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

"It appears your repairs worked." Oll grinned in response, a full set of jagged trandoshan teeth was revealed behind his mouth. They were horribly kept, cavities and decay were rampant but it didn't take from the accomplishment.

Oll plugged the datapad into the nav-system. A primitive two dimensional representation of the planet's surface projected onto a cracked screen between them. The ruins weren't far, only sixteen-hundred kilometers north of them. The map that the datapad contained was actually quite detailed for such a primitive form of mapping, aside from geographical information it outlined the patterns off an electrical storm around the radius of the ruins.

"It appears our battle-cruiser has been thwarted by an electrical storm..." The idea of weather events being mapped was ridiculous to Oll but he wouldn't risk it in his current ship "Karyk said it would be dangerous, it may be associated with the ruins" Oll peered over his shoulder towards a junk heap in the back of the ship, he released a nuanced snarl that a trandoshan would know as uncertainty. "We will have to take the land speeder."

The land speeder was a heap of junk Oll won in a game of Pazaak, it wasn't pretty but it'd be more reliable and less likely to smear their remains against Korbin under it's weight.

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

"Indeed," Lox agreed after peering at the navigational screen. "I shall land on the perimeter of the storm, here," he pointed to the southerly edge of the storm's radius with a gleaming talon. "And we will ride the land speeder through this canyon for cover. From the canyon's end to the ruins is an acceptable three hundred meters or so." He turned to his egg brother and grunted. The grunt was a complex Trandoshan guttural vocalisation that translated roughly to, 'is this alright with you?' in galactic basic.

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

Oll replied with an affirming grunt.

The sky in Korbin was generally devoid of clouds but as the two trandoshans rode deeper into the canyon, and closer to the ruins, the scorching sun faded to the looming clouds. The electrical storm raged, growing in intensity the closer they rode to the ruins, a discharge of lightning crashed into the wall of the canyon above the pair. Boulders came smashing down behind them "What treachery has Kyak sent us to?" Oll had always been distrusting of Kyak. the speeder's thrusters lapsed momentarily before restabilising as they came to the exit of the canyon. The storm continued to discharge bolts along the barren land that bordered the canyon but as they exited the Canyon the storm did not follow.

Encircled by the mountains lay a vast sand dune scattered with lonely sandstone minarets, the sky above the dune was clear was shaded grey from the surrounding electrical storm. In the middle of the dune loomed a massive sandstone structure, it looked oddly undisturbed for such an old place. The walls of the structure were carved with grandiose decorations, half way across the dune two rows of statues ran in parallel towards the structure. Each statue was of a man holding above his head a platform that supported a long roof which lead all the way to the structure.

Oll parked the speeder at the start of the rows and snarled as he observed the electrical storm beating down on the fields above them. "Kyak is truly honourable, egg brother."

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

The canyon itself was peppered with broken statues and massive blocks of carved stone, covered in rubble and dust, that displayed some forgotten story from millenia past. Lox only registered this fact because he wasn't the one driving the land speeder, which gave him time to take in the sights. Half of which was spent watching bolts of searing lightning impact the canyon floor and walls with increasing intensity the further towards the ruins the duo traveled.

When the canyon collapsed behind them, Lox grunted reassuringly to Oll, still confident that they were about to stumble upon greatness.

And so they did.

The storm seemed to stop in its entirety at the edge of the canyon, which was both relieving and rather unnerving. Thoughts of relief and unsureness dissipated, however, when greeted with the majestic sight of the approaching ruins. In their place; awe. The sandstone, although eroded and weathered, still told tales of stellar craftsmanship with perfect seamlines and almost invisible decorative carvings. What really made Lox's tail stiffen, though, was the two lines of paralleled statues which acted as intricate columns for a hefty roof -- which in turn acted as an open air corridor to the entrance of a massive sandstone structure in the distance, half covered by dunes. Some of the statues had collapsed, along with their section of the roof, yet it was still a marvelous, breathtaking, sight to behold.

Noting the untouched nature of the ruins, at least by sentient hands, Lox began to speak. "Careful," he warned. "There must be all manner of hidden dangers waiting for us within those ruins... Why do you think Kyak simply told us this information instead of investigating himself?

Be on your guard."

And with that, he retrieved one of two blaster rifles from the rack on the side of the decrepit speeder and set off towards the main ruin, down the makeshift statue corridor. Up ahead, massive, solid granite, double doors beckoned, emblazoned in ancient runes. The doors must have been at least three meters high, and were as grand as the structure they protected. As Lox neared them, he made out some skeletal remains adorning the area just outside the doors. Some appeared to be of Trandoshan origin...

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

At hearing the counsel of his brother Oll began to rethink his previous words about Kyak. He grabbed the remaining blaster rifle, fastening it's straps around his body. With each foot step the two trandoshans kicked sand off the tiles beneath them. The tiles were of a much smoother stone and, much like every other feature in the ruin, they too were engraved and appeared to tell a story much like a well woven chiss tapestry.

The massive granite doors may as well have been slabs, Oll could see no way to open them. He soon turned his attention to the withered skeletons, each skeleton gritted by the whipping sands. He took the jacket off the first skeleton he inspected, to Oll's surprise the rib cage was shattered with very few ribs left in tact. "We can rule out starvation, Lox." Oll continued to inspect each skeleton only to find more broken bones. He approached the final skeleton, it's top half buried in sand. The skeletons hips disjointed from the body as he dug out the upper body, he snarled in confusion as he fully unearthed the body.

Oll turned to Lox, holding the body's severed skull. "What do you make of this?" he beckoned towards Lox with the skull. Embedded within the skull was a horn almost the size of the cranium itself driven right through the eye socket, the jaw of the skull unhinged with a click and slunk into the sand. He looked towards the jaw and noticed grains of sand vibrating and dancing on the dune, the floor thundered and with each beat the sand jumped higher.

Oll dropped the skull and turned into the whipping tail of a massive beast. The beast was easily as tall the trandoshan himself, it's skin was ragged and it's back adorned with a mane of spines. Oll was thrown against the granite doors with the whip of it's tail. Before he could grab his rifle the beast screeched at Oll, showering him in viscous saliva. The shower was followed by a charging beast, the doors braced the impact as one of the beast's horns collided with them.

Luckily for Oll the horn meant to impale him was already taken by another trandoshan skull.

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

"I don't think we are the first to have been sent here by Kyak," Lox managed to say apprehensively before the creature struck out of nowhere.

He watched in disbelief as it slammed his brother into the ruin's massive doors and tried to impale him as it had done to the party that came before. Then, the burly Trandoshan's instincts kicked in. He hissed, snarled and scowled all at the same time, raising his blaster rifle in preparation to shoot. From this angle, Lox could see blaster scars on the creature's tough leather hide, which hinted, if not confirmed, its resistance to blaster fire. Still, Lox decided to try and blast it anyways, to see if it would at least leave his brother alone.

Three bolts exited the barrel in quick succession, impacting the creature directly on its back. It howled and turned around immediately, obviously in pain but more angry than anything else. Lox stepped backwards, still shooting as fast as he could, ineffectively, at the creature. What else could he do? It was up to Oll now.

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

Oll hissed, gasping for breath, as the ornamental sandstone that paved the entrance to the ruins tremored with the blunt impact of the beast. The granite doors remained unscarred, Oll sensed an inexplicable power from them consume the energy of the collision. He didn't have time to fixate on this sensation, his mind quickly returned to the reality of the situation. Inches from his face the sharp stump that remained of the beasts horn taunted him before blaster fired interrupted.

The beasts howl filled Oll with fear, his body began to freeze as the beast shifted it's attention to his brother. Oll helplessly tried to reach for his blaster rifle but every attempt to move his body was met with searing pain, he managed to fight the pain enough to raise his hand but that would not be enough to save his brother from what was meant to be Oll's fate.

Oll slithered in pain watching the beast size up Lox, his Trandoshan instincts filled his body with anger and rage in response to such a threatening scene. This was the natural reaction of any Trandoshan to conflict, but instead of the usual perceived invincibility that came with this biological reaction Oll felt his body begin to drain. He could feel the power again that absorbed the force of the beast now consuming the rage that brewed inside him. The searing pain was no longer burning his nervous system but he was almost completely sapped of energy, his body limp.

"Pathetic" an eldritch voice emanated in his mind, his vision clouded as he watched the beast prepare to skewer his brother. "You are a whelp... you disturb my eternal meditation by knocking at my doorstep and for what?" Oll was helpless to the voice that was commanding his mind, he had succumb completely to it's manipulation. "If you have any respect for these sacred doors that your meager person rests upon, you will not die with such impotence."

The voice faded away and his vision returned just as the beast began to charge his brother. Oll could hardly reach for his blaster rifle, he slipped his hand into a pouch on his utility belt and fumbled out a device from his junk arsenal. the piece of junk was a duraplast cylinder attached to a launching mechanism from a rusty wrist-mounted Czerka missile launcher. It looked like a shoddily made firework but Oll had no doubt in his signature payload of corellian whiskey and baradium.

He mustered what little power he could and hurled it towards his brother, viciously snarling as he slumped into the sand.

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

In the brief moments between each blaster shot Lox let loose, the tremendous Trandoshan glanced at his egg brother. He was concerned for two reasons. One, for his brother's well-being. Two, for his brother's fighting spirit. What sort of Trandoshan bowed out of a fight after the first blow? Then Lox nearly tripped over a bare Trandoshan skull and remembered just exactly how dangerous this creature must be. Fear would have gripped him at this point had he not been so determined to live. After all the hardships he and his brother had to face in life, Lox felt he must survive -- just to experience the greener grass of the other side, no matter how briefly. This ambition to obtain a better life for them both spurred Lox to fight onward, to feel no fear, as the creature slowly advanced through each searing blaster bolt.

No matter how many times Lox fired, the beast pressed towards him. It snarled and howled, with saliva hanging from its vicious fangs -- some of which still had rotten meat wedged between them. The hulking monster advanced painfully slowly, seemingly stalled by the blaster fire impacting its torso. However, the countless eyes that adorned a ridge on its face regarded Lox with some sort of sick amusement, as if this were all a game to the creature, as if it reveled in the emotions it was generating. It slowly became apparent that the blaster was truly useless, and that the creature was moving so slowly to toy with its next target.

Which made sense, considering that this awful abomination was a spawn of the darkside, made to protect this ruin from all who dared to plunder its contents.

After a minute or so of continuous firing, the wretched mass of muscle was close enough for Lox to smell. The aroma of rotting flesh was pungent, accompanied by a scent familiar to the Trandoshan. Barbecue. It was at this point he realised the creature was already dead - and that his blaster fire was utterly and completely futile.

The moment this realisation dawned, the thing charged. 'Pounced' is actually a better word to describe its rapid advance, as the distance it had to traverse was little more than two meters. Lox, fueled by adrenaline and survival instincts, anticipated this as soon as the creature shifted its stance, and dived to the side in a fluid motion. He avoided death, narrowly, for now, but was in a tricky spot. He had landed in a prone position, whilst the creature landed on its feet and was already turning around, snarling, intent on ending the little game it had played up until now. Desperate, the Trandoshan looked to his brother and, surprisingly, was saved in doing so.

What happened next occured in the timeframe of three seconds.

Lox caught the aging, rusted, missile mechanism and the beast pounced once more, directly towards Lox. He held the mechanism outstretched in both hands, pointing it directly at the creature who was currently in mid air. There was no time for a prayer. No time for hope. No time to ponder on what would happen to him with an explosion so close. Lox simply point and shot, with no hesitation. Thankfully, the mechanism didn't explode in his hands and thankfully, the missile actually activated. The tiny cylindrical cartridge erupted from the barrel, propelled by bright blue flames, following a trajectory that intercepted perfectly with the beast.

As luck would have it, the beast's intention to make short work of its meal worked to Lox's benefit. You see, the arc the beast had chosen to pounce in meant that it was now following a downwards trajectory -- its intention to land almost face first ontop of the Trandoshan to either crush him or gouge him with its jagged horn. This meant that the missile flew straight up and into the beast's open mouth. Not only that, but it made quite some distance inside the gullet of the beast before blowing up.

Probably due to the home-made craftsmanship as it took a split second to actually detonate, rather than doing so immediately.

The carcass of the beast shielded Lox from the danger of the explosion, which was as loud and spectacular as one might expect, and then rained down on him and the area surrounding him in little scorched pieces of meat. As the bits of beast smoked and fizzled, the victorious Trandoshan lay in shock, immobilised by both relief and disbelief.

Within his adrenaline filled mind, a door forced itself open, causing great discomfort to the now confused and terrified Lox. A presence had entered his conscious, a frightening, almost cold, presence that lingered for a while before filling his brain with words that were not his own.

"Well done," was all it said, before the presence began to fade away...

Lox remained in the sand, staring up at the bleak sky, blinking away all of the confusion and emotions.

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

Oll was torn back to consciousness by the thunderous baradium explosion along with the accompanying shockwave. He didn't feel fresh by any means but found some means of strength to bring himself to his feet.

Looking over to where he last saw his brother he could only see a splatter of chunky bio-mass. He immediately began to rush to the site of the explosion, fearful that his brother was another victim of the beast. Oll cried out for with his brother using his name in Trandoshan dialect "Lox!?" a concoction of sporadic snarls, the gaps filled with hanging hisses. As Oll dragged a portion of the beasts carcass off his brother he saw an unresponsive Trandoshan cadaver.

He gripped at his brother and began to shake him managing to feel the dissipating remnants of the presence. "Hear me, egg brother! Your death bed is in the swamps of Trandosha, not this barren dune."

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

Being shook by the brother you presumed dead would be enough to dispel confusion and personal emotion from any being. Lox immediately sat up, wide eyed, and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. A moment passed before he spoke, voice gritty and harsh - steeped in Trandoshan relief and emotion. "... I though it was you who had died, egg brother..."

Another moment passed before Lox began to rise to his feet. Despite being so close to the explosion, he really was no worse for wear. Not even a scratch. The tremendous Trandoshan wiped off the remnants of the creature's charred carcass before retrieving his blaster rifle. After checking the thermal pack, he gazed at the massive doors for a few moments and then back to Oll.

"I have no doubt that this was the first test these ruins posed. A test Kyak assumed we would not pass," he said, motioning to the skeletal corpses scattered around the pair. "His treachery is difficult to punish, as we have survived thus far and, provided we survive every test, will be heftly rewarded... I can feel it."

"Can you, really?"

Lox shook away the voice from his head, then poised a rather random question to his brother. "Do you hear the voice in your head as well, Oll?"

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

Oll was relieved to see his brother regain his strength. He had never seen his brother fall in combat before, but all worries quickly faded as Lox went back to emitting his usual tremendous composure. "I too hear a voice, Brother." Oll moved back towards the granite doors, trudging over the beasts strewn intestinal tract. "I've never heard one like it before." Oll brushed the doors with his hand, as he began to push harder against the wall he could sense an energy moving through his body and out through his digits. "I... I can feel something, something very unusual." The struggle was no longer between Oll's hand and the door, Oll was no longer aware of his hand pushing against the door but instead sensed a tug of war between his entire being and the vacuity of space.

As he was drawn closer the door he could feel the enslaving voice return to his mind. "You disgust me, leeching off your brothers triumphs to get by in the world. Will he save you again for the second time this day?" Oll's mind was steadily slipping back into the same state when he had lay nearly lifeless earlier at the foot of the door "Soon he will leave you behind, he already resents your existence. Your mother drained her life taking care of you and you shame that sacrifice being so poultry." Oll did not fall victim to the words so easily but they did hit home in his mind, this voice seemed to confirm his life-long fears of inadequacy in the eyes of his brother. The voice did not stop and as it continued it's criticism the Trandoshan began to fume with rage, the only way a trandoshan knew how to handle sorrow. "heh..." the voice dismissed his emotions and began to drain his being with a stronger draw. "I regret wasting my time drawing such minuscule force from you." Oll began to panic, he was quickly losing all control again. He caught himself with his right hand as he collapsed against the door, oddly he felt a give in his right hand as his own being began to draw back into his body.

It was the weirdest sensation he'd ever felt in his life, his mind drained with his fears and inadequacy but also began to draw power as it cycled back through his mind. Visions began to sweep through his mind, he saw himself holding his brother by the throat. His brother flailed high off the ground, struggling to breathe and hopeless of escape. Lox was weak in these visions and Oll spited his brother for being so feebly subdued.

"Now you see what a truly powerful being does with your pathetic fears. You are a mine of potential power but instead you manifest it in weakness." With the power he drew in his right hand Oll managed to push himself off the door. Oll stumbled backwards and fell to his knees, the granite slabs grinded as they opened inwards. He felt the same energies that were just moments ago capturing his mind beckoning him in.

Oll stood with strength, looking towards his brother. "I can feel it too brother, -very- heftly rewarded." There was something uneasing about Oll's voice as he spoke, it was with hunger and lust that he began to enter the ruins.

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

 

[Lox Draslyyk]

[member="Oll Draslyyk"]

If Lox could raise an eyebrow after Oll's strange performance, he would. In the rough minute it took for Oll to open the doors, Lox had almost rushed to his brother's side to help at least four times. Something persuaded him not too, however, a tug at the back of his mind that pulled him back every time the Trandoshan thought of stepping forward. However, the powerful grasp it seemed to have on his mind was so subtle that Lox found himself dismissing the presence entirely, chalking it down to shock after defeating the beast beforehand. With that said, Lox did snarl at his brother after Oll's last remark, and this snarl wasn't the friendly, loving, one he had been known to give. It conveyed a warning mainly and, in the complex intricacies of Trandoshan snarling, called for Oll to not let greed affect his mind.

Trandoshan culture was steeped in honour, and greed... Greed was not honourable.

With brotherly concern filling a portion of his mind, Lox entered the ruins as well -- walking quickly to catch up and then match Oll's pace so that they walked side by side into the dimly lit corridor.

Only the light of the entrance illuminated the lengthy corridor in which the duo traversed, which gradually faded they deeper they went. However, it still managed to give off enough light initially to show the grand carvings that encompassed either wall of the corridor. Had an archaeologist with ample free time been present, they would have described the carvings as a depiction of one great being's rise to power, eventually coming to be referred to as 'lord' and ruling over an entire planet. Lox only glanced at these depictions and was instead more focused on the path that lay ahead.

Thankfully, his Trandoshan eyes saw in spectrums above and beyond what a baseline human could see, so as the light of the entrance faded into darkness the fuzzy outlines of the corridor gradually became clearer. He and his brother were now relying entirely on the infra-red capabilities nature had provided -- which was decent.

Finally, the corridor gave way to a lavish atrium. It was circular, with four more doorways dotting its circumference, excluding the one they had just arrived from. Black granite columns supported the ceiling and a statue made from an unrecognizable precious metal stood proudly directly in the center of the atrium. The statue was of a bald man, wearing jagged robes and a wry smile. His pose was simple; crossed arms and feet spread shoulder-width apart. Confidence and arrogance exuded from the statue in hefty quantities, as well as something sinister that Lox couldn't quite place.

As he gazed upon the statue, trying to figure out exactly why it made him feel so uneasy, the presence entered his mind once more. It was forceful this time, subtlety obviously a thing of the past, and lingered within his mind for a few moments before speaking only to him.

"Your brother is weak," it began, making Lox shift his gaze to his brother. "He is going to get you killed here. If you want to make it out alive, I suggest you kill him."

There was a distant but loud thud, emanating from the corridor the brothers had just exited. It was the main doors slamming shut.

"Kill him now."

 

[Oll Draslyyk]

[member="Lox Draslyyk"]

Lox's snarl faded into the background when it came to competing with the desires that filled Oll's mind. He momentarily grappled with Trandoshan tradition but his thoughts only had him craving the power within the ruins.

The fading light also slipped past his senses. Oll was only being guided by the forces in his mind, many things were not worthy of his attention but the legacy displayed across the walls definitely were. He marveled at them, his steps guided by other powers. "These carvings display merely an effigy of the power I commanded."

The pair progressed to the atrium where the statue made it's domain. Oll was fixated on the statue. He thought it gazed upon him, it's eyes measuring his worth.

The presence again commanded Oll's mind. It almost felt as though it was a part of his mind, he no longer felt an urge to repel it. "Look at you, you walk in the shadows of greatness but where is your shadow?" The corridors echoed as the crashing of the main doors passed them. He could feel one of the corridors mocking him with the high pitched laughter of a woman. It proceeded to challenged him with a dismissive snort in his own Trandoshan dialect, his own mind seemed to be manipulating him now. Oll stared down the corridor perceiving a trail of glowing footsteps, he hissed almost domineeringly to Lox before taking off on the trail of footsteps before him.