Across the beaten sands of the Valley of the dead kings in Korriban Mythos flew low with a heavily modified
PTB-625 planetary bomber, refitted with weaponry and gear suited to flying low altitude like a Pod-Racer would. It was a luxury craft vehicle he used to clear more deep and difficult terrains where a starfighter could not go. Being an Airspeeder gave it a lot more control in these caves and ridges and sand dunes, Mythos thought it a perfect fit for these types of terrain. He was here when The Sith Empire arrived in Korriban doing the exact same thing he was doing right now, researching slabs of archaeological carvings and surveying land for his next dig. Even after all these years the tombs of the ancient Sith Lords had been plundered dry and the ash from their bones long since gone, still the faithful of the dark found their way here every so often. Mythos was here to add to his collection of Archaeological findings that expanded on his research and added to the clues of the secrets of Exar Khun.
Inside the PTB Mythos was wearing light armor with all his weapons ready in the back, he followed a pull of the force that was incredibly strange. It was a disturbance but unlike anything he felt before here in Korriban, He followed it through the sand dunes and rocky hills in direction to a Sith Temple deep inside the Valley of the Kings. Away in the hills was Groom, his own Tuk'ata already the master of this kind of terrain and this very planet.
It was an uneventful ride to the Sith Temple due to the security of the empire, before they had arrived the beasts of the dunes and the ravagers were very active and even during jedi occupation Tuk'ata attacks were normal. Mythos kicked up a small storm of sand with his PTB, the systems inside the airspeeder allowed him to have incredible visibility of his surroundings even if blocked by a cloud of sand. When he was half a mile from arriving all he did was take his hand off the accelerator and let gravity do it's work before banking hard and pulling on the popper breaks.
[member="Nixia Amabilia"] would feel the rumble of the engine on the ground as an answer to her words as soon as she spoke them. Mythos turned the engine off, popped the hatch and with a force leap he dropped down on the gate of the temple like a golden shadow. Even his light armor was covered in aurodium shining with the sun outside and even when he stepped inside the doorframe of the gate and the shadow covered him it still shined like a glow on it's own caring nothing of stealth.
For Mythos cared nothing if beings in this world could see him,
pelko bugs gathered around him as he walked inside the temple keeping their distance from him but creating a small tornado of the creatures leading him forward inside the temple. The force called to him here, the pieces of the Ancient Eye he carried with him seemed to grow stronger with every step inside the temple he took as if pulsating like a beating heart.
He curiously looked around like a child inside a museum, giving his back totally to the entrance of the temple caring not for sneak attacks or stabs in the back. He was invincible he thought, his power unmatched in this world and the next in combat but most importantly here in Korriban, the place where he unearthed the
Ax on his back. Mythos walked with a force Nexus, his own and the Ax itself, because of this the temple that would have once claimed his every thought now only claimed his desire for more power and fed his arrogance.
As he walked he still gave no notice to the acolyte waiting in the back of the room, only looking at her to acknowledge her existence before going back to observe the carvings and take scans of things he found with his datapad linked to his forearm.
Of course a Sith Lord of the empire was allowed by the officials to enter and go as he pleased not to mention escorted from the shadows with a security detail of his own choosing, The Nubian Strike Force. He let go a breath before a particularly large pillar carved with depicting of times before Ajunta Pall, Mythos' specialty. Unlike most Sith Mythos knew of the Rakkata, knew that they had been here and knew that there were weapons here hidden beneath the sands that once defeated them all on their own, he desired that power for the Sith Empire and he knew he was the only one who held the key to that power.
"So you wish to be Sith" Mythos said as he looked to the carvings, his eyes scanning the depth and curvature of the slab cuts. Lazily one yellow eye crawled to look at her from the corner of his eyes, his body turning slowly from the stone pillar. He knew what had to happen now, there was a reason why he took scans of the slabs on the wall instead of depth and sonic scans, you needed a few days for those last two and these slabs would not last this battle.
His bones began to crack as he stretched in place, every battle in the past teaching him more ways to prime and prep his muscles and bones naturally to preform optimally in combat. He was a machine physically speaking, as he stepped closer and his upper layer of light armor fell to the ground it could easily be seen by the naked eye across the small bug storm of pelko bugs that only now slowly began to go away. He dedicated time of every day to naturally grow his muscles and body to a fighting perfection being utterly disgusted at robotic enhancements and other ways of technologically amplifying ones strength. The cuts and scars of his body accompanied the runes carved into his body as well from his resurrection, each one of those runes appearing natural and new as if carved not three hours ago, these were magical in nature.
As he moved forward to see the acolyte better from the distance he held in one hand the Axe of Adas from this very planet and in the other the Rudis of the Dark Lord, both his staples and signs of status as a Sith Lord. Before he reached the half way point between himself and the acolyte struck the ground with both of them leaving them behind him, the strike itself a ripple through the dark side of the force. Wearing his combat trousers, combat boots and wielding nothing more than his
lightsabers he met the acolyte at the center of the temple as the statues of the ancient Sith Lords looked down upon them from their perches, fitting Mythos thought, although even they were unworthy to hold that title in his eyes.
Clear of the insects, glowing still even without the aurodium but out of the sheer power he projected from himself as a visible aura with the abilities of illusion he smiled as spoke one last time.
"Show me then you are worthy when the bones in this temple are not." He said mockingly to the spirits of the Sith Lords, the idea of them being pretenders coming from Adas himself. Her battle armor seemed prime for a huge conflict, the force was strong in her, her eyes gleaming like his own, if the force had brought him here and The Eye was primed...
[member="Seras Rose"] perhaps could finally have her challenger for the title of successor, the idea amused Mythos to no end. The black blade ignited from his lightsaber in challenge, the songsteel shining silver to contrast with his own glow.
"Imperius! Nyashjontû Wo!"
