The Summoning (See OOC Thread)

[Darth Immortus]

[OOC thread: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/63912-making-my-return-with-your-help/]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Enigma"]
[member="Darth Raven"]
[member="Vengeance"]
[member="Lucien Cordel"]
[member="Snowflake"]
[member="Arumi Zy"]

"If this falls into the wrong hands, there is no telling what insidious perils we may face," Jedi Master Vodo Noct said.

He dared not touch the thing. Just feeling it from across the room was enough for him.

"The Council is aware of its danger. We are taking every precaution to secure it, safely, where it will be of no harm," Answered Jedi Master Quel-Jin Lorn.

Lorn squinted at his own words. This entire endeavor had made him feel like little more than an unwilling participant. But he was to uphold the voice of the Jedi Council on this matter. Begrudgingly, he admitted that their wisdom surpassed his, and it would be out of line for him to disobey the democratic will of the Council. He'd had his vote, and in the end, it would not be his choice that decided the fate of the glowing red holocron sitting on the table between him and Master Vodo Noct.

"You know as well as I do, Lorn," Noct leaned in closer, his voice growing ominous. The red glow of the holocron cast a crimson hue along the tendrils growing from his Mon Calamari chin. "It should be destroyed."

Quel-Jin sighed. "If it were my decision alone, I would be inclined to agree with you. But we must not go against the will of the Council. The most we can do now is ensure that is is properly contained while we study the rest of the information within it."

Lorn's gaze sank to become embroiled in the blood-red glow of the holocron. There was little confidence behind his words, he knew. But there was nothing he could do.

That was centuries ago.

The planet Tython had changed dramatically in the last few years of this age. The planet that was once the bastion of the Jedi now lay ensnared under the control of the mighty One Sith. The glowing structures of the Jedi were mired in ruin, charred remnants of what they once were. There was a darkness that now permeated Tython, looming over it like a great dark cloud. And somewhere amidst the unceremonious rubble that was once a Jedi structure, the tendrils of the Dark Side found the holocron, and the holocron began to respond to it.

It began to glow once again.

 

[Shaddi]

Two day's ago
While in Meditation he had felt the waves and ripples made into the force not that dissimilar to when he had activated his own, the sith holocron of Karness Murr. It had piqued his interest and with some creative thinking he had "procured" a Shadow-class Reconnaissance Corvette from the One sith navy for his little excursion to Tython.
Now
As he sat on the bridge of the corvette he meditated on the ripples that had lured him to Tython, it felt dark like most of the sith lords from Coruscant but this felt older and somehow darker than most of those lords. He had spent most of the time in hyperspace in meditation only to interrupt it for sleep, food and martial and physical training.
Once the vessel left hyperspace T'zanith stood up and walked to the bridge to get a look at Tython. It was magnificent, a veritable maelstrom of dark side energy engulfed the planet and it felt like a dark side nexus the size of a planet. Looking it over he saw were he had to land and pointed it out to the captain of the vessel to bring him there, any protest by the captain was shot down by T'zanith as he only had to wave his hand at the man to make him complacent again.
Once his feet touched the ground on Tython T'zanith felt like he had suddenly become a dark lord with the energy swirling in the air around him, he ignored the feeling so he wouldn't become addicted to it as he walked towards the ruins of a jedi temple that had been raised in the One sith's invasion of the planet. "Were is the energy coming from?" He said to himself as he focused his force sight into the ruins around him.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

@Anyone who wants to join me

Lucien simply adored ancient relics and during his time in the empire he had succeeded in amassing quite a collection, sadly the subsequent fall of both the Empire and later the fringe confederation his collection had diminished to a scandalously poor state. In order to rectify this Lucien had for many years made it know that he was in the market for ancient artifacts, the standard fare of responses was usually offers of chips pots or cracked tiles but very rarely a diamond was brought forth from the common ruff . This was one such time and from a most unlikely source, an unfortunate tramp with horrific breath and numerous teeth missing , for all his faults however he span a good tale.

"An Ancient Temple ... sir ... with lockted vaults wiv many .... artifacts" the man rasped

"Hmm ... Interesting , If what you say is true I will give you more credits than you will have seen in your lifetime " the man's eyes lit up " If you are lying however I will show you a world of pain the likes of which you will never have seen ... confine him to a guest room" he finished with a dismissive wave.


Days Later Lucien also landed on Tython, having used his sway as an ex-ambassador and steadfast ally to request the appropriate permissions before contacting like minds to gather a team for an exposition. A base camp was set up a mile from the temple and speeders were being prepared to transit Lucien and his team over to the temple.

Spoiler

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Enigma"]
[member="Darth Raven"]
[member="Vengeance"]
@Snowflake

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Tython. How long had it been? Darth Raven remembered Tython greatly. It was when so much had changed for her in life. It was where she first met her master, Darth Arcanix, the woman who would forge her into the Sith she had become. That was then. Now she had never looked back to the old Jedi ruin, thinking it a bitter reminder of things she preferred never happened. But recently she had felt it. Something had changed in the force. A deep power was awakening and she could feel it's presence. It came from Tython yet seemed to resonate with the darkside of the Force. Whatever it was Raven had a suspicion it was waking up.​

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Word through the grapevine had informed Darth Raven of the little incursion by [member="Lucien Cordel"] to go to Tython. She decided to join in on the grounds of knowing he would have the resources to help uncover whatever it was that seemed to be calling to him as well. In the days that followed she accompanied in his team as they came to Tython and had set up base camp. The whole time Raven kept finding herself draw to look towards the temple even as the speeders were being readied.​

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"It feels like... ancient living power." she said aloud.​

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[member="Darth Immortus"] @T'zanith Zebron​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka sat silent in his chambers aboard his starship as it was slowly lowered down through the currently stormy atmosphere of Tython by the auto pilot. A few days ago he had felt a Dark Side resonance ripple through the Force while in deep meditation. He had immediately set out to follow the tendrils of energy that were spiralling away from the epicentre of the new anomaly, an anomaly that seemed to call to him and cause the last slivers of Light he kept in his heart to shy away.

While a Sith in all but title, Xavka had found that he could never truly give himself to the Dark and shadows, found that he had to keep some shard of Lightness inside of him out of necessarily. Contained within the psych of the Zabrak were two personalities: one was more composed and measured, capable of logical thought; the second was more feral and primal, viewing every being it encountered as an enemy to destroy, barely able to recognise those that were allies. The second personality was bathed in Darkness and rage, only kept at bay, allowing a more controlled personality to be the primary, by the Light. It was Xavka's hunt to find a way to merge the two mentalities and he hoped that the new anomaly was what he was searching for.

As the ship set itself down a click from the temple and the familiar whines of the engines faded away in silence, Xavka slowly unfolded himself from his position on the floor and stood to his full height of 6' 2", breaking his meditation. Xavka was currently forgoing his usual black jacket and undershirt, settling with only a few cloth wraps being tied around his lower torso, exposing the numerous scars and tattoos that littered his upper torso and single arm. Around his waist were two belts, one was chain and hung loose while the second was leather and was tighter. Hanging from the leather belt on the right was a silk pouch while a sword was hung on the right. Xavka's lower body was covered by loose, black trousers and simple wraps, much like the ones on his lower torso, around his ankles and heels.

Yellow eyes, only one seeing, lazily blinked open as Xavka meandered his way towards the exit of the ship, intent on pursuing the presence he felt. The only strong emotion he was feeling at that moment was curiosity, as he could feel many presences slowly descending on Tython and the temple near by.


[member="Darth Immortus"]

 

[Darth Immortus]

@T'zanith Zebron
[member="Lucien Cordel"]
[member="Darth Raven"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]

Several Centuries Prior...

Master Lorn traveled briskly through the illuminated hallways of the Temple to reach Vodo's study room. The fellow Jedi Master had sent him a rather cryptic comm message informing him that he had made a breakthrough on their... project. Lorn quieted his mind. In this case, a breakthrough could mean many things. Quel-Jin had hoped that it simply meant Master Noct had managed to tap into the information in the holocron without awakening the other contents kept inside.

That was the best case of many possible scenarios.

Passing many of his fellow Jedi without any pretense in the way of greeting, the grim downcast stare on Quel-Jin's face, hidden behind matted locks of dark brown hair, was enough for others to infer that the Jedi Master did not wish to be bothered. Always somewhat laconic, Lorn was especially so when faced with important business. However, although the Temple was buzzing with excitement over the recent successful raid on the Sith Academy on Korriban, only the members of the High Council knew of the business with the holocron. That was exactly the Council's intention; if news of what they possessed reached the general assembly of Jedi, unrest was sure to follow. For Lorn's part, he put that out of his mind for the time being as he reached Vodo's chambers. He was prepared to help his compatriot in any way necessary.

Yet when the door slid open and he saw Vodo's face, he knew instantly that he was no longer dealing with his friend.

Present Day

The darkness surrounding Tython and the insidious contents within the holocron seemed to feed off each other. As if awakened from a tremendous slumber by the presence of the Dark Side, the swirling evil morass housed within the holocron began to come to life. It could not communicate coherently yet, only feel for its surroundings blindly... and shout.

Suddenly, the adventurers within range of the ruined Jedi Temple would feel a stabbing pang of the Dark Side surge through them for one moment, before vanishing the next. It was as if someone had unleashed a deafening scream directly into their ears, coupled with a stabbing pain in the chest, and then the sensation was gone as quickly as it came. All that remained was a feeling of cold.

 

[Shaddi]

"Sir you shouldn't be here there is something here that I can't describe but you shouldn't be here." The captain shouted towards T'zanith as he looked back, most likely the storm brewing overhead. "Just keep the ship ready and warm for my return!" He shouted back and then turned back towards the ruins, pulling his hood over his head as a chill ran through his body.
He stumbled around the ruins for a few moments before he gathered the force into a ball above his hand and waved it to the path in front of him, bathing it in force energy and making it clear to his sight as he passed through the rubble'd and uneven ruins. He wasn't fully within what he thought was the main hall before he suddenly saw it come rushing towards him, a wave of dark side energy that caused him to fall to his knees as it hit him and he grabbed his chest. The miralukan attunement to the force had always come in handy to the half breed but this time it didn't feel like that.
Whatever had hit T'zanith made him feel sick to his stomach as he slowly rose again, his mind having second thoughts and wanting to just leave as the captain suggested. However his curiosity and thirst for power and knowledge useful to him won the battle in his mind and he was soon looking and moving through the rubble of the once proudly standing temple. He looked back and saw another swirl of force energy coming from a distance away, it looked a lot like highly trained force users, a few of them.

[member="Darth Immortus"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Darth Raven"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

(Sorry Hectic few days)

Lucien had been pleased to be joined by [member="Darth Raven"] it was useful to have another force user alongside him both because she could feel what he felt and they could better pinpoint the source but also because having a member of the onesith onside made his presence in the territory less suspicious. The two were overlooking the temple a ruin. The perfect symbol of the unchecked darkside, it made him sick in truth the dark aura the planet had taken didn't help either. I was not that he hated or disliked the darkside, no to him the darkside was like sugar delectable in controlled doses but vile when forced upon you in heaps and to him Tythion in it's present state was a pretty big heap.

He turned from the temple as his companion spoke aloud "It feels like... ancient living power." He shook his head. "It feels overbearing and I hope to god that whoever finds the source first has the common sense not to try and use it without first learning exactly what it entails" He could see it now a power hungry fool who ended up plunging the world into an age of ruin by trying to gain a boon. It was at that moment that the surge was unleashed. Lucien retched and was thrown to his knees, he had grown unaccustomed to the sea of dark after having been away from the sith empires since he was 20. once he recovered he managed to force some words out "we need to go now I think, the others can catch up there must be individual speeder bikes ready by now." The having returned to his feet Lucien walked off to get a bike whether Darth Raven followed was her own decision but the temple had waited long enough for lucien.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Darth Raven did not fully react to his words. While [member="Lucien Cordel"] had a good point about whatever sleeping power laid in the temple she did not feel as afraid of it. Intimidated, yes, but not afraid. Such power must have had a deeper meaning behind it and Raven wanted to know. As he mentioned the speeder bikes she followed, hoping onto her own before following him through the planet's surface until they would eventually reach the temple. The closer the came the more hungry the power seemed to seep. Whatever was awaiting the Raven seemed all the more eager to learn it's secrets.​

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[member="Darth Immortus"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]​

 

[Darth Immortus]

An eerily gloomy cloud hung over the site of the ancient Jedi Temple. The Sith attack and eventual conquest of the planet had, in fact, not altered the planet's ecosystem in any way. Rivers still ran, clouds still moved, the sun still beat down on the trees in the forest, and wherever the ravages of battle did not occur, the ecosystem still breathed. But the Dark Side was a contemptible master. Wherever it gathered in large quantities, it was sure to leave its mark.

As the holocron unleashed its latent power, the nature around the temple ruins bended to its will. Instead of moving overhead without a second thought, the clouds above began to noticeably congregate and darken, forming a low, looming swirl. The wind began to pick up, sending a strange chill through an otherwise warm summer day on Tython. And as [member="Darth Raven"] and [member="Lucien Cordel"] approached, they would see it, clear as day; the glowing red holocron on the ground before them. If @T'zanith Zebron made his way closer to the temple, he would see it too. And If they approached the holocron, they would even hear it; a soft, high-pitched whistling noise, pulsing amidst the wind.

It was clear that the holocron wished for itself to be found.

 

[Shaddi]

T'zanith made his way into the temples ruined interior, with a uneasy foot he slipped and slid down a former slanted corridor before he landed on all fours in the middle of the rubble. He only sucked in his teeth as he stood up and looked around again before he noticed that there was a holocron behind a wall next to him, but it didn't really look like a normal holocron at all rather it almost felt alive.
Stepping out from the wall he walked towards the Holocron and noticed [member="Darth Raven"] and [member="Lucien Cordel"]'s approach to the holocron as well, both were stronger than him one by a mile at the least and he was in no mood to fight at all, hopefully they could be talked and reasoned with.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Darth Immortus"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Dropping to his knees, Xavka clutched at his head as a scream with no physical force rang within his head as a wave of Darkness ran through his prone body, knocking the breath out of him. While he had sensed and felt strong Dark presences, never had the scarred Zabrak felt such a strong and focussed wave hit him as this one had. He had also never felt a wave of the Force, no matter the alignment of said wave, that had been accompanied by a disembodied scream that bypassed his normal hearing and instead resonated within his very Force Presence.

Growling as the anomaly passed, Xavka regained his footing on the moss covered and broken path, ignoring the storm raging above him as silent arcs of electricity and plasma ran through the purple looking clouds that swarmed above him. Pushing with his single arm, Xavka regained his stability and continued to pursuit the source of curiosity, the almost pulsating Dark focal point contained within the collapsed temple he could make out in the unnatural shadows caused by the silent storm above his head, a damnable sense of eagerness building his curiosity higher emitting from the point he was pursuing. Around him he could feel his fellow beings who had joined him on this overgrown planet, fellow beings who had also dipped into the Darkness of the Force and seemed to be also pursuing the same Darkness he was.

Slipping through the shadows that populated the ruined temple, yellow eyes blinked lazily at the red glow that lay, almost innocently, on the floor before him. Also approaching the cubic Holocron were the presence he had felt arrive with him. From the distance he was at, Xavka was unable to pick out details of these beings, only able to see a few features. One was gender, two being male and one female. He was also able to make a guess of their species, all of them looking to be human, but he knew that this was not guaranteed, as many humanoid species looked to be human on the surface. From the feel of two of the through the Force, the pair that were approaching together, they were strong, far stronger than he, so he had no disillusions that he was hidden from them. He also, could have been found by the remaining figure, but there was no guarantee that that was true as he felt to be of a similar strength as Xavka himself.

Regardless of this, Xavka kept to the shadows as his profession often demanded of him. Slipping near soundlessly down a collapsed pillar, the one armed Zabrak dropped into a crouch on the same level as the Holocron, a short distance from said red and intricately designed cube, but made no move to approach. Instead he stayed still, half cloaked in darkness as he continued to observe his fellow investigators.


@T'zanith Zebron | [member="Darth Immortus"] | [member="Darth Raven"] | [member="Lucien Cordel"]