Uncovering Secrets

[Souras Amur]

[SIZE=11pt]The planet of Malachor had a strange, chaotic beauty to it outside of the window of Souras Amur’s ship. It presented itself as a dark wraith before him, an enemy to any who are enslaved by curiosity enough to venture into its path. But Amur was undaunted. He saw in the planet purely a challenge. A challenge to acquire what he set out for, in his perpetual journey that began ever since he left his apprenticeship: power and knowledge. Knowledge of the Dark Side was a gift only for those who were willing to take it. A gift that most fear, and as such do not care to understand. But Souras was above such foolishness. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Malachor, like others, held the ancient forgotten ruins of old sith civilization. A civilization that held the mighty sith ancestry that were the first to uncover the secrets of the Dark Side. And what they left behind, hidden away in forgotten paths and burial chambers, were artifacts of their discoveries, powers only heard of now in folklore and vaguely referenced in ancient scrolls, knowledge and wisdom that were forsaken. And the journey to uncover these artifacts had quickly turned into an object of endless travel for him after he had moved past his apprenticeship, but one factor in many towards the great quest of true power. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]But in Moraband, one of his greatest challenges arose. In Moraband, he sensed that true sacrifice must be given in order to take what the old homeworld had to offer. The knowledge on this planet must be fought for. There were no shortcuts, no ways to circumvent the fight that would occur. Whether or not those who entered were prepared, it would strike them, whether in the mind, body, or spirit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Souras’s rusted and worn-down cruiser drifted harshly down onto the wasteland that was Malachor. Wasting no time, the Dark Jedi stomped down the metalloid ramp, his worn boots creating loud clanks as he made his way down onto land. The entire trip he had been mentally preparing himself for whatever challenges he would have to face. He would not succumb to petty fear after all this time. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As he made his way down to the ground, his eyes were met with a sight that filled him with a sense of wonderment, promise, and courage. A massive, run-down and chipped away temple stood directly in front, the shadow of the night concealing it so that he could only make out a portion of it. The building loomed over him like a giant organism, fit to attack him if he came closer. But Souras was too far gone to not endeavor to enter the belly of the beast. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]So he headed towards the entrance of the temple, covering his head with his hood to protect himself from the elements. The planet was almost painfully silent as he made his way towards the building; not a single sound, save for his boots striking the ground as he moved forward, emanated from the location. A passive fear came to him that he was under the eye of the storm, that the worst was soon to come. But he dismissed it from his mind. Whatever dangers that lurked in the temple ahead, he assured himself he was well prepared for. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His shoes scraped harshly against the weathered steps as he made his way up. Even face-to-face with the entrance of the temple, not a sight could be seen in the pure darkness. He stepped slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, into the temple, and was left with only his senses to guide him. He made his way past darkly concealed debree and broken-away stone -[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And from behind, vaguely in his hear, he heard the humming of a starship entering the atmosphere.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And so the challenge had begun. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][member="Kana Mikasa"][/SIZE]

 

[Kana Mikasa]

The Imperial Inquisitor had begun much of her work for the Sith Empire, serving under the Sith Inquisitors, a new Jedi hunting taskforce was created to in reaction to much of the Anti Jedi sentiment growing within Sith Space. Known as ODACAI. The United Imperial Inquisition. An Ancient Inquisitor known as the Second Sister would serve as one of the instruments of the Sith, to take care of enemies the Emperor could not afford the time to, yet those that would always remain a threat to the Sith Empire. She awoke from her bacta induced slumber, as the transport had arrived in the Malachor system. Host to five worlds. Malachor V was known for the end of the Mandalorian Wars, while Malachor was once a Sith World. Once home to a great civilization history remembers it only as a ruin. A site of a battle between ancient Jedi and Sith eons ago where the planet was reduced to nothing more than black obsidian on the surface, all life before had been extinguished in the great battle.

She awoke slowly, much of the damage done to her body prior to awakening in this world of the future, still was fresh in her mind. She often had to sleep in a bacta tank. Cybernetics along the base of her spine and neck. Allowing her to breathe. One of her hands were cybernetic. She could never forget the Jedi who did it to her, often wanting to destroy him herself for the humiliation she suffered. The bacta tank slowly drained and Kana was left following out. With a groan she managed to equip herself in her uniform. Hundreds of years old, but still carried the same intimidation as the day Palpatine gave it to her.

Her mission was odd this time, as the ship approached the surface, several holes were shown of the underground, part of the world's original surface before a great disaster fell upon the world. It was known as the Great Scourge of Malachor, what ruins of a great temple remains along with bodies frozen in time from that age so long ago. She was tasked with hunting down a dark force user who dares stand against the Empire. Stepping out of her ship, her cape billowed with every step, as she sent out small seeker droids to locate her target amongst the ruins.
[member="Souras Amur"]

 

[Souras Amur]

[SIZE=11pt]As his ears caught the sound of the cruiser entering the planet, Amur had soon realized that he would have to juggle two responsibilities: ensuring he procured what he came for in the first, and ensuring that he walked off this planet alive, neutralizing whatever threat had just arrived. Using the night sky of the planet as his companion, he slipped back out of the temple, to observe in greater detail who had just arrived.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As his eyes caught the model of the ship that had joined him, he couldn't help but scoff. Of course the Sith Empire would be trailing behind his every step. Ever since he had refused to join their massive charade, destroying true Sith tradition and making a mockery of the ancients, they searched for him in every corner of the galaxy. It was quite humorous to them; the collectivism of their ludicrous cult, masquerading as the "true path to the Dark Side", led them to trace and hunt down even a single dissenter to the farthest corners of the Outer Rim. But Souras wouldn't play their game. He refused.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Dark Jedi quickly slid himself back into the halls of the Temple, dashing through whatever debris and fallen monuments he sensed in his way. The paths and hallways throughout the building were winding and painfully perplexing, and in the darkness it only created further confusion. It was difficult to keep track of his steps in the maze of walls that he had to traverse through. But he kept his focus, and pressed on, using his senses and not his limited field of sight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And yet, as he continued to move forward, in the back of his ears he could vaguely make out a low, barely audible humming, pulsing noise, growing steadily louder. It was seemingly mechanical in form; it wasn't coming from the building itself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The sound grew to an infuriatingly loud level, and it soon became apparent that whatever the impetus of it was found itself quite close to Souras. Stepping aside into a corner of the room he was in, waiting for something to come, he unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, and knelt, waiting to strike. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The lights emitting from the droid were enough to light up the entirety of the hallway as it sped through. It screamed out a collection of ear-piercing screeches and beeps as its sensors flashed over his form. But Souras was quick to act; igniting his blade, he threw himself forward and it ran it through the machine. The flashing lights and inane audible emissions immediately ground to a halt, and the two pieces that remained of the droid fell to the ground. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As quickly as the first came through, another followed, and this one had the chance to fire a blaster shot. Blocking it with his blade, he quickly cut the successor down as well, and silence quickly ensued throughout the building once more. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But Amur sensed it was late, and whoever was after him would come face to face with him quite shortly...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Kana Mikasa"][/SIZE]