Iziz entered late, having come from a much further away location, showing up in not an infiltrator, but in a fury class interceptor, though it was not his own, the pilot of the ship after he landed took the ship up and away, leaving the Jawa to his own devices. Looking around Iziz saw the monastery, the place looked old, ancient even in comparison to other buildings he had seen, but like every place in the universe it seemed, it had some more modern qualities to it. Approaching the building he would look too see and feel a plethora of presences here which made the Jawa feel like he was walking amongst giants in the force. The power some of these people wielded was palpable, but, he was sent here to help, there was something said about a fortress below which was used by an ancient sect of force sensitives was given to him, and with that information the Jawa had a couple of ideas on where to scrounge for some interesting things. Walking toward the station he waved to some of the Dark Lords he moved past, not bothering to speak to many of them, he was sure that any of the lords here would not be specifically versed in Jawa trade language, which was often a rather apt assumption, everyone he had tried to talk to in the Sith so far had looked at him quizzically as if there was something on his masked face, not being able to understand a word of the Jawa converted language. Iziz could only imagine how hard it would be for him to communicate to the others through scent like his people traditionally would, though, the clothing he wore was not entirely suitable for that kind of communication, it would block the scents, rather than hold them, and carry them to the point of being able to communicate.
So, rather than mince words and try to reason with the others, talk about understandings, with a couple of small taps on a datapad, Iziz wrote the words
Look for Things.
Waving it in the direction of those who would look in his direction...
Heading across the hills to the temple, he saw the monks, Iziz hid his light-saber on the underside of his coat as he walked through the venue, it seemed there were people here up to all sorts of things, people were digging through rubble, looking for artifacts and killing the infestations of rodents which seemed to plague this place, the monks which seemed to reside here gave Iziz a couple of interesting looks, however, as he held up the Datapad with his displayed message, it seemed that it did not quite satiate their curiosity at the small, confident, apathetic diminutive creature as he simple wondered through the temple, looking to and fro for a place that people didn't seem to be working on yet. Walking past a door he witnessed two people talking as one of them set up some form of scientific workshop and another stood answering the queries of the other, uninterested in what they were doing, the Jawa continued to move on, sniffing the air, and looking for a place which smelt... stale, and untouched... It took him some time, moving deeper and deeper into the facilities heart of the top floor before he found exactly what he was looking for. A place which had somewhere underground would have to have ventilation, otherwise all the air down there would not be recycled, and if it was a fortress, it was even more important. Finding one of the holes, iziz used the force to focus on the fan port, focusing harder, and harder, until the metal began to pull and bend. Getting nowhere due to his inexperience with the force, Iziz was forced to stop his attempts, having done little more than vandalize the fan... Getting mad, Iziz gave it one more yank with a force pull, the frustration welling up to a climax causing Iziz to over-focus, ripping the fan from its fixture and slamming it into the adjacent wall... Looking to either side as there was a resounding crash of metal on hard surface, Iziz saw no-one in this area of the facility... for now. Taking a running jump Iziz grappled onto the edge of the hole toward the ceiling, only just small enough for a child to squeeze into, making Iziz the perfect fit. as he moved to his quadrupedal stance, and began to run through the hole.
It was not long until there was a path down, crawling over it so that he was able to back down feet firs, Iziz slid, his hands and feet to the sides ensuring that his weight was distributed evenly. It was only as he got deeper and deeper into the area that he began to get access to areas which rubble may have sealed off entirely... Crawling through, and along the hidden pathways, he could see old rooms, caked with dust and some signs of battles long forgotten... the Hoary facility had been lost to dis-repair but there was still a faint feeling from deeper in this place, there were a couple of skeletons which lines the corridors from where it seemed the Jedi had never really cleaned the place up... but such was the ways of the light side of the force, they obviously had no need for the deeper levels, and by the times the monks got here some of the tunnels had been sealed off by debris. But such was the way of things. Picking a place to crawl down and out into, into one of the various paths which seemed to be blocked by walls of debris which could take days to clear unless people bought a mining laser... or force destruction.
Rifling through some of the belongings of the long dead, he found a couple of datapads, some ancient credits, blades which had been dulled through time and various others. Anything which was salvageable with time and work, Iziz made piles of, leaving the waste to continue to wither... The air here was hard to breathe, like the atmosphere had changed, making it thin, or so dusty that if you breathed in too deeply you would choke... It was like another world. But, at least here, there weren't the monks to worry about. The infestation of the vermin here however was even worse, this place was only accessible through the nooks and crannies in the walls and the vents which adults would not be able to get to, so the rodents had taken up permanent residence... It was only then that Iziz passed a room which caught his eye. A feeling pulling him to a side, and a door which seemed to be locked... Taking out his light-saber, he flicked on one of the two blades, and slowly, but surely, and carefully cut a hole through the door before stepping through... Stepping into the room careful to not touch the hot sides of the door... What he found was something which Iziz thought to be a training room, of some kind but the pressure change walking into here was extra-ordinary, like walking into a tomb... The large room was semi spherical, with a platform in the middle like an arena, while the room itself was not too large, and some of the ceiling had fallen in, there was something... off about it... walking in, there were mummified banners hanging from the assassins who used to be here, as well as a sentient beings remains also in the middle of the room, perfectly preserved and mummified cross legged.
The force was strong in this room, strong enough that Even Iziz could feel his connection to the force becoming stronger, leaning down, he took the blade at the side of the long dead assassin, the blade was silver, something special, but Iziz didn't know what the vibro-dagger was made of, perhaps he would give it to one of the lords as a gift, it seemed almost platinum in colour, sleek and deadly, and still razor sharp thanks to the moisture-less room.
Picking up his datapad he broadcast-ed openly to those around which would pick up the message and read it.
Found Something... round room... Force Strong here... Hard To get to...
Picking up some of the collapsed debris, he began to clean the room, this room seemed special, so Iziz would make it his project to make this room good. Not knowing that he had stumbled upon a
meditation chamber. and a particularly large one at that. Clearing the room with telekinesis here was easier, even though he was but a novice in its use. It came easily, standing in the middle of the room and moving the rubble into one area, before moving over to them all and using his light-saber to cut the boulders into more manageable pieces so that others would be able to re-locate them at a later date.
