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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Dec 28, 2017 14:05:36 GMT -8
***Ferinus scoffed and shook his head at Phantom.***
<<You sure know how to land on your arse in style, dear brother.>>
***His onyx eyes swiveled to the right and he whirled around that way, still holding his sabers aloft. He could not stop what he felt. He could not stop sensing and feeling the oppresive energies all around him. Under normal circumstances, Ferinus knew that energies such as these would only strengthen the Sith.
But these felt....different.
Upon hearing Vitiosus' words, Ferinus turned back to Phantom, stared at him evenly for a moment, then face forward again.***
<<<Phantom is here with me, Vitiosus. We found each other again just as I have found you again. We are going to find you and we are going to extract you. You know that I will find a way.>>>
***He continues to walk forward. Carefully. Deliberately. Through the seemingly endless shadows, he spotted something standing more solid. Standing tall over both of them.
It was a doorway. An old doorway. An old, old doorway. Yet not an entirely unfamiliar one.
But the question remained: Why was there a doorway at the bottom of a hole that was once perceived to be bottomless?
He turned back to Phantom.***
<<Draw straws to see who goes through the scary door first?>>
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Post by Vitiosus on Dec 30, 2017 20:58:56 GMT -8
Upon hearing Vitiosus' words, Ferinus turned back to Phantom, stared at him evenly for a moment, then face forward again.***<<<Phantom is here with me, Vitiosus. We found each other again just as I have found you again. We are going to find you and we are going to extract you. You know that I will find a way.>>>***He continues to walk forward. Carefully. Deliberately. Through the seemingly endless shadows, he spotted something standing more solid. Standing tall over both of them.
It was a doorway. An old doorway. An old, old doorway. Yet not an entirely unfamiliar one.
But the question remained: Why was there a doorway at the bottom of a hole that was once perceived to be bottomless?
He turned back to Phantom.***<<Draw straws to see who goes through the scary door first?>><< Yes. I can sense that you are quite capable of finding me....>> The Voice fades again, and what sounds like static for a brief moment... <<...s was very confident that it would be you above all that would be able to find me, and to extract me from this... Dark Well, for lack of a bett-tt-tt-er term.>>
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jan 11, 2018 8:19:53 GMT -8
<<I'm usually never graceful, and if it's a door on a planet like this I'd rather blow it open. Is that an option?>>
*Peering around, the red/Orange glow of his saber casting shadows he wondered just what the kriff they were doing.
Historically, adventures such as this never worked out well. Then again adventures such as this were never undertaken by a pair of sith such as the two here.
Looking at the door he tried to see if there were runes or other such things, afterall it was evident this was no ordinary place containing no ordinary things*
<<If ever I get to pick where we go, it will be a comfortable climate, dancers, food, and drink and prisoners whose lamenting screams will only breathe fire into a party. Your choices are always....>>
*he stepped into a small puddle which squished around his boot*
<<Damp>>
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Jan 17, 2018 7:41:30 GMT -8
***Ferinus laughed sonorously through his Sith Torture mask.***
<<That actually sounds like quite the lovely night, dear Brother. That drink is next on the list once we extract Vitiosus. I'm certain he will require copious amounts of alcohol as well.>>
***Ferinus turned back to the shadowy yet solid doorway in front of them. Phantom was clearly not interested in going in first and the Sith Lord knew that he needed to extract his old master. Adding him to the ranks of the Sith on the ship currently in orbit could only help their cause.***
<<<Then you know that the moments of your imprisonment are numbered, my old master. I am going to enter this doorway. I have a theory that once I do, you will be able to sense me even more. Perhaps then you will be able to reach out to me in an even stronger way.>>>
***The Sith Lord held both crimson sabers out at his sides as he slowly stepped through the doorway, his every muscle taut and ready to spring at any moment. The moment he passed through its threshold, the Dark Side brimmed all around him, pressing against him, as if it was trying to consume him like a pack of piranhas.***
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Post by Vitiosus on Jan 17, 2018 13:11:07 GMT -8
*Once Ferinus crosses the threshold he is no longer able to feel the presence of Phantom behind him. When he turns to look at Phantom, even with the light of his Sabers, he is not able to make visual contact.*
~ To Phantom: From the outside looking in, once Ferinus has crossed the threshold, Phantom loses sight of him. Phantom also confirms this with his other forms of vision/sight. ~
~ The connection between Ferinus and the voice of Vitiosus is severed. Ferinus instinctively crouches down as he begins to feel a presence.... or is it a memory... or is it something else? It must be a memory. This is a feeling that he has not felt in many, many years. From before he had become Darth Ferinus. It is the darkest thing he had felt at that time in his life...~
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Jan 17, 2018 15:11:06 GMT -8
***Now Ferinus understood the true depth of the shadows lying beyond the door because, as he whirled around, he could not see Phantom anymore.
He couldn't even sense his brother anymore.
Nor could he sense the faint presence of his master.
But something else hit him like a swift boot kicked into his chest cavity.
He crouched where he stood, the tips of his crimson sabers resting against the ground as he felt...strange.
He felt....angry....but also...strangely powerless. Like a raging flame struggling in the most futile way against an incoming gale of wind.
And....did he smell...trees?
He snapped his head back up to stare in front of him. There seemed to be two figures made entirely out of oily shadows in front of him, which had separated themselves from the blackness surrounding him.
The lightsabers they held seemed real enough, though.
A larger, darker figure held his crimson saber high in the sky before bringing it down on a smaller shadowy figure holding a blue lightsaber. That figure was sliced in two and destroyed by the larger figure.
The second that smaller figure was destroyed, Ferinus felt a gunshot go off in his heart. Anger boiled in the pit of his stomach. He roared and jumped in the air, hurling himself at the shadowy figure and bringing both sabers down in a cleaving swing upon the figure.***
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jan 17, 2018 15:44:29 GMT -8
He watched as his brother timidly walked through the door and then vanished. Not just visually but from the force. Scanning with thermal, movement, and his other scans they all turned up empty. What was this?
Spinning the shoto in hand he walked to the door poking the saber through it and unable to see the glow of it through the pitch black that seemed to lurk within.
With a sigh he cursed to himself "What the kriff did you get us into brother"
Stepping in he held his guard, his automatic release for more weapons. This was not some place to be taken lightly, furthermore if it was a place of Vitiosus's design he would have to be even more careful. The two of them didn't exactly see eye to eye.
He took a step in and awaited the void
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Post by Vitiosus on Jan 17, 2018 16:11:41 GMT -8
~ As Ferinus leaps forward towards the Shadowy Figure and his blades pass through it, the scene fades from his mind. The dark power that he felt becomes stronger, leaking into his mind. It slithers over Ferinus' consciousness, a familiar feeling. Ferinus is taken back to Kashyyyk, on the day his life changed, starting on the path that led him here to this moment. As this thought passes over his mind, the shadows recede. The chamber he is in is rather large, the ceiling disappearing into the darkness above him. The walls seem to be shaped from the living rock of the cavern from which he entered this place from. Ahead about 20 yards, is what appears to be a corridor. ~
~ As Phantom crosses the threshold, a wave of something much darker than he felt before passes over his mind. He stumbles for a moment, dropping to a knee. As he presses back with sheer force of will, he feels the pressure as it builds even stronger. Phantom drops to all fours, blood starts to leak from his ears and he squeezes his eyes shut. With a final push of will, he screams and the darkness lifts from his mind. He opens his eyes and he sees Ferinus before him, however, he is not able to sense Ferinus in the force.~
~ After a few moments, Ferinus feels the presence of Phantom appear behind him, but something feels different about him. ~
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Jan 18, 2018 6:07:23 GMT -8
***Ferinus' boots hit the ground hard as he passed right through the shadowy figure. Would these assaults upon his mind never cease?! He had had quite enough of them to last two lifetimes. Still, he oddly felt that he was making progress through whatever games these dark energies were playing.
The shadows receded all around him into the space above him, revealing the cavernous chamber all around him with a corridor ahead. He slowly stood back up and looked above him, then from side to side.
He was just about to make his way forward and down the corridor when he sensed the first presence he'd felt since walking through the door....right behind him.
He wheeled around, sabers aloft, and saw Phantom again.....but was it Phantom? Something about him felt...off....somehow....***
"Phantom, if this truly is you, I need to know for certain. You could very well be merely an illusion that this chamber is projecting. Tell me....if you be in this present or a figment of the past. We recently went to my chamber to blow off steam. You were enraged about a new discovery. What was it?"
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jan 18, 2018 6:22:05 GMT -8
*His orange shoto dropped next to him as he fell to his knees, blood trickling from his nose and ears, dripping past the mask and onto the ground. His hands grasped his head as he bellowed. Helplessness was not a feeling he enjoyed. He panted and heaved, placing his hands on the ground he took deep raspy breaths. Whatever this was, it was intended to try an intruder and render them insane or dead.
He saw his brother approach and shaking he grabbed his hilt, the blade deactivated it and clipped it back before heaving*
"Me? I am cross about every damn thing in this accursed universe, my mental decay, the fact I somehow have a kriffing child, what am I not furious about?"
*A bout of coughing took him and he leaned to the side and spat a thick globule of semi congealed blood. He straightened himself to his height and cracked his neck trying to regain his composure*
"I am going to obliterate this rock when we are done with it"
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Jan 18, 2018 13:10:48 GMT -8
***Ferinus lowered his sabers, recognizing Phantom's answer as satisfactory. Why would an illusion of his past bleed?
He twirled both sabers once.***
"And you shall have your chance to do so once we are finished here. Might I suggest a good orbital bombardment?"
***With that, Ferinus turned forward again and drew up to the mouth of the corridor. He pointed his wrist comm out and fired two new circular Light Drones, which spun and shone through the air down the corridor.
Ferinus was testing to see how this place would react to further stimuli.***
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Post by Vitiosus on Jan 18, 2018 14:09:30 GMT -8
*The two light drones move unimpeded down the corridor. Their scans report nothing... well, the're not reporting nothing, the're just not reporting.*
~ Ferinus catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He looks to the left of the doorway, and after a moment of concentration shrugs it off as a nothing "It must just be my nerves." His attention returns to the hallway. ~
~ Phantom notices that Ferinus looks to his left, and he takes a closer look. He attempts to feel the area with the Force, but fails. Moving closer, he sees what appears to be ancient text but it looks odd. The text seems to be in a language that is unknown. ~
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Jan 19, 2018 6:11:47 GMT -8
***Ferinus checked his wrist comm to see the readings from his Light Drones.
Then he checked it again.
Nothing. Nothing at all. It's not that the scanners weren't picking up anything....they just weren't.....reporting...
What in Bane's name was the meaning of this malfunction? They were perfectly, precisely calibrated through his own machinations. There was no logical reason for this discrepancy.
Essentially, this would mean he and Phantom would be traversing this corridor blindly.
Ferinus was about to take his first step down that corridor when something drew his eye....just out of his sight....to the left.
But when he turned to look, he couldn't make out anything....at least....he didn't think it was anything....
He shook his head. He was ready to find Vitiosus and be done with this place. He took a step into the corridor.***
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jan 19, 2018 8:14:55 GMT -8
*Stepping forth he kept his eyes open, arms bowed and fingers wide. It was impossible to discern anything with the force, therefore he would be ready just on his senses alone.
He watches as his brother peered at something and walks forward looking at the ancient script and peers on the surface on which it was written. Clearly touching things could be bad but deciphering this could help. He racked his internal memory banks for any hints or clues as to the nature, origin, or familiar scripts*
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Post by Vitiosus on Jan 19, 2018 18:21:33 GMT -8
~ As Ferinus steps into the hallway the Dark tendrils re-enters his mind. The hallway fades from view and is replaced by an image that appears before him. A young man, on one knee. A dark figure with a crimson blade held just above the young man's shoulder, centimeters from his neck. There is a darkness growing in him as his rage starts to take hold. But, protected deep in his chest is a pinpoint of light. ~
~ Phantom steps forward and investigates the text on the wall. Unfortunately, he is not able to decipher the message. To his right, he sees Ferinus enter the corridor ~
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Feb 18, 2018 19:23:52 GMT -8
Not drawn into distractions? Right. The whole group they were now associated with was a distraction in Nel's mind. She dared not voice that though. Some opinions were best kept to one's self. Especially with that grin that spread over her Master's face. It was different then the one he had given her earlier, almost predatory in nature. It was definitely a wise idea to keep her mouth shut right now. She tilted her head to the side as she followed the man, her mind dredging back to her history lessons. There wasn't much she remembered, as history had actually been one subject she didn't pay that much attention to. There was too much going on in the world in the present that looking to the past seemed like a bad idea. It was nipping her in the rear now.
The young woman quickly took a breathing mask and put it over her face as her master had done, her eyes on the man, her thoughts still coalescing. What she knew was very little. "I... know that there was a group a long time ago that separated from the Jedi Order... Due to a difference in mindset and beliefs, correct? They... the Sith, became mortal enemies of the Jedi for that. I will admit that I don't remember that much more about it beyond that. I was always more interested in current affairs."She went quiet, waiting for some sort of berating from her teacher. Nel knew she should have paid more attention in the past, but what had the point been back then? Yes, history could repeat itself if not paid attention to, but there were always conflicts that rose up in current times that were more directly a threat. Surely Stormro knew more, especially if he was asking her what she knew. Obviously she knew next to nothing, now that she voiced what she did know. The silence was broken, not by scolding as Nel expected, but by the soft sound of Stormro's chuckles echoing across their mental link. "It's good to know that the Jedi have not altered their...perception of our orders' history over the last half century, however flawed it might be." He flashed an amused grin at his apprentice as they came to a stop at the top of the landing ramp just in time for it to begin lowering. "One can hardly blame them for their misconceptions, given how hard the ancient Jedi tried to bury the truth of the conflict. I very much doubt that there remain any amongst the Order who even know the truth anymore..." Striding down the loading ramp before it even touched the worn stones beneath them, his grin widening into a smile as he continued."Approximately twenty-four and a half thousand years ago, during the early history of the Jedi Order, there was a Jedi Knight known as Xendor. He was a vocal opponent of the council's exclusionary approach to studying the Force and wished to study with the various other Force traditions and orders who had come to Ossus to study. Eventually he approached the council and openly requested their blessings to create a second academy where he and others of like opinion could study the darker aspects of the Force." He scoffed disdainfully at the idea of asking the Jedi for such permission. "I am sure that it comes as no surprise that they denied Xendor their blessings; even then, when the order's age was measured in decades instead of millenia, the Jedi Council were fools. When they refused, he quietly left Ossus and founded his own academy on Lettow, where he taught an alternative approach to the Force that drew not only on the darker aspects of the Force but on the teachings of several other orders who he had studied while on Ossus. He sought only to learn and to teach what he had learned to those who sought his knowledge; nothing more. His only crime was refusing to obey the Council." Pausing at the base of the ramp, he turned to look up at Nel as judgement and disdain filled his mental voice. "The Council ignored him at first, hoping that if they did not acknowledge the academy that none would study there, but Xendor was a respected Jedi what began as a trickle of disciples quickly became a legion. While Xendor professed no ill will or intent towards the Council, the threat that his teachings posed to their dominance of the Order terrified them. It was not long until the Council could no longer tolerate Xendor's defiance and raised a massive army, intent on erasing Xendor and his teachings from the Galaxy. Seeking to avoid a bloody war, a reluctant Xendor led his followers to Ossus in an attempt to contain the conflict only to find himself outnumbered. The Jedi forced him back, not towards Lettow as one would expect, but into civilized Republic Space in an attempt to tarnish his reputation and get him labeled as a warlord. Their gambit worked, despite Xendor's efforts to explain himself to the Republic, and in the end he was slain, his academy was sacked, and the Legions of Lettow were scattered across the galaxy only to be hunted down by the Jedi. All of this, done as punishment for daring to defy the Council's will." That last sentence was spoken with an audible sneer that matched the expression on his face as he continued. "They tried to erase Xendor's legacy from the Galaxy, to portray him only as a fallen Jedi and a power hungry warlord, yet seventeen thousand years later his legacy would inspire a new generation of rebels who would buck the Council's will and find themselves facing the wrath of the Jedi Order for their defiance..."
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Post by Nel Bukk on Feb 20, 2018 12:43:57 GMT -8
Nel's eyes went to her master, blinking a number of times. His chuckle was a pleasant surprise, honestly, and it helped relax her. He was a hard man to read a lot of the time, so anytime he actually gave her something to go off of, she latched onto it, including that amused smile he threw her way as he answered her initially. She couldn't help but smile back as she stopped next to him while they waited for the ramp, before her eyes flitted around to take in their surroundings as it exposed more of the planet to them. Even still, she listened, following after him as he started down the ramp before it was even fully down.
The history of the Jedi and the Sith, though, was a lot longer then she'd realized. Such a large number of years was almost incomprehensible to the Zabrak who was only in her eighteenth year. Still though, the fact that the Jedi, even from the beginning, had neglected study of the dark side didn't surprise her and she shook her head at the same time her mentor scoffed. It was hard to have a full grasp of the sun if all you studied was the light it brought and not the shadows it oft left behind. No, it didn't surprise her that they'd denied Xendor their blessing, but also didn't surprise her he went about doing it anyways.
Her eyebrows raised in curiosity as he stopped and turned to her, and she was glad that disdain wasn't directed at her. She tucked her arms behind her back for a lack of anything to do with them, tilting her head to the side. The woman stepped entirely off the ramp so it could close, but she still listened intently. It was a lot of information to take in, truth be told, but her interest was piqued. For some reason, the way the man spoke made it seem more interesting then just being taught by a partial teacher. "They don't do well with being gone against, do they?"
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Apr 19, 2018 17:59:03 GMT -8
"No, they most certainly do not..." There was no mirth or amusement in his mental voice, only the disdain he felt towards the Jedi Order for their small mindedness and hubris. Gesturing for her to follow, he resumed walking towards the worn facade of a large structure that laid on one edge of the area in which they had landed as the ramp closed and he continued. "Again, as it had been millennia before, a group of Jedi sought to expand their knowledge of the Force, this time pioneering techniques that allowed them to manipulate and improve life forms to the extent that some theorized that they could eventually stop death itself and even revive barren worlds. Initially the only conflict was of ideals as these new rebels sought to promote their teachings and convince others to join their efforts. In time, however, discussions turned to arguments, which in turn became spirited fights. War erupted again as the dissidents, led by a Jedi named Ajunta Pall, fought to protect their right to continue their studies. Badly outnumbered by the rest of the order, they began pushing their studies to new levels in an effort to hold back the Order, leading to the creation of creatures such as the earliest recorded undead and a variety of academical monstrosities, culminating in the creation of the first Leviathans. Despite their efforts, however, the dissidents were simply too small in number to resist the Order's wrath and in spite of their great power and incredible innovation they were defeated at Corbos following an orbital bombardment by the Jedi fleets and the few survivors were exiled from Republic space."
Approaching the entrance of the building, he paused and ran two fingers over a set of worn runes for a moment before shifting his focus back to Nel. "It is to these survivors that the Sith Order traces its origins. In time the exiles landed on Korriban, home of a primitive yet unusually Force-sensitive race known as the Sith. The exiles, realizing the potential of the Sith, easily conquered the primitive empire and declared themselves the first Lords of the Sith. In time the exiles interbred with the native Sith and the line between the two blurred. Now those of Sith blood are all but extinct, with few individuals remaining who bear their genetic legacy, and the Sith are known by their philosophy rather then their genetics. Similarly lost are the original, untainted teachings and beliefs of Ajunta Pall's dissidents; twisted by the stresses of fighting a desperate, losing war for their very survival and an exile to a planet of warriors it is unlikely that the men who laid the foundations of our order bore much of a resemblance to the men who began the conflict a hundred years before their exile. Conflict with the Jedi Order has shaped the history of the Sith, and with every conflict our teachings have been warped further in an effort to win a war that we were losing from the start. This is why I have forsaken the blind hatred of the Jedi shared by many of our contemporaries; by choosing to ignore the conflict which has consumed our orders for nearly as long as the Republic has existed I have freed myself to focus on rediscovering the teachings of Xendor and others like him."
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 26, 2018 18:16:52 GMT -8
The Zabrak woman followed after her mentor and teacher. She was glad that his disdain wasn't aimed at her. She knew it would have put her on edge, especially since she had no idea how to read him. He'd been distant the past year with her, hiding in his ship while she was forced to fend for herself. A part of her was angry for that. She'd lost everything, and then been flung even further down, when a helping hand would have been nice. Then again...
She'd pulled herself up from her despair on her own. Nel had survived when thrown to the wilderness and become stronger in one way or another, even if it wasn't with the Force. Still, the ache from the bruises reminded her she still had much to learn. Dark eyes landed on the man in front of her. What the hell did he have planned for her?
Still, the woman listened to her Master as he spoke, trying to keep her thoughts from broadcasting to him. She had a feeling she'd done well with it, but with Stormro, one could never be certain. He was harsh when needed, and remarkably respected by the people they had met. But she didn't know much else about him.
What he spoke of was fascinating though. This was a history of the Jedi she'd never heard, and it broadened her mind, even if she seemed distracted. She partly was, still processing everything else they'd dealt with that same day. Nel was exhausted, and it was dogging her steps now. She pushed herself though, nodding to show she was listening, even if he couldn't see it.
"Sounds like a noble goal, for sure, Master. I only heard some of what you've told me, and definitely not in so much detail." Her eyes went to the runes on the ruins, her hand gently reaching out to touch the material that still stood despite all odds. It was... humbling, being surrounded by the long abandoned structures. What else could the two of them learn?
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Jun 4, 2018 16:43:54 GMT -8
Moving into the structure itself the pair found themselves in a cavernous atrium, lined on both sides by massive, fluted columns with elaborate capitals and lit by the omnipresent violet sky through openings in the second level of the structure. A layer of dust coated everything, including the ancient, unlit braziers which were ensconced along the walls, and their steps left a trail as they moved through the debris of ages long past. Making his way to the rear of the room, Stormro laid his hand on a massive stone door and closed his eyes; with effort that forced his visage into a concentrated frown the stone began to slowly move, grinding loudly in the empty silence as the dust of time gave way. Once the door had opened enough to allow their passage, Stormro opened his eyes and gestured for Nel to follow as he continued down the steps beyond the door into the ruins below. "That is hardly surprising; such accounts are invariably shaped by the perceptions and delusions of the victors in such conflicts, then further distorted by time and editorial fiat. You would be amazed at how many otherwise reliable scholars have taken the Order's accounts at face value without corroborating them. I have spent countless hours seeking the truth in crumbling manuscripts and long forgotten libraries, and what I have learned is that rarely are mainstream accounts of such events accurate. There are always details and truths that are lost, waiting to be discovered by those who would seek them..."
Moving through the hallways Stormro drew a lightsabre and ignited it, the brilliant violet blade lighting their way as they explored. Eventually the pair entered a room which, ironically enough, turned out to be an ancient, forgotten library with massive stone shelves that connected the floor to the ceiling and long extinguished braziers which were ensconced at the end of each shelf. Chuckling softly as a subtle gleam danced in his eyes, Stormro walked over to the nearest shelf and gently lifted a tome from it with the Force. Opening the delicate text without so much as a touch, Stormro smiled as he quickly skimmed the contents for several minutes before turning back to Nel. "How fascinating; it would seem that Anoth was once a holding of the Kumauri Empire. That would date this structure and the surrounding ruins to at least ten thousand BBY, if not older. The lack of life and weather this deep in the ruins has preserved the contents of this archive remarkably well considering their age. I can only imagine the secrets that have laid forgotten here for millenia..." With a thought Stormro sent the command through his neural link that a suitable location for their base had been located. Phantom's droids could handle the conversion and stabilizing of the structure for their needs; Stormro was too focused on the history and secrets contained within to be bothered with such minutiae.
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