RedOneFive
Hypnotic Scoundrel
- Joined
- Dec 29, 2020
- Location
- England
@Serena_Knight
The First Order's reign of terror over the galaxy had crumbled a scant few years ago; it's war with the Resistance costly and destructive, despite the victory for the Light. The Galaxy was in the process of rebuilding itself as best as it could, and a cosmos of mystery and possibilities awaited those rearing to seize it. Palpatine had unearthed scores of Sith relics in his maddened effort to centralize all power under himself, the ancient Sith Empire had a reach greater than even his, with Dark-Side users of all races, colours and banners exerting their fractured will upon the nearest piece of unclaimed Galaxy.
While the Jedi where only a shadow of their former self, one Master and Padawan had dedicated themselves to hunting down and securing as many of these artifacts as they could - ones left over from the Empire and First order, as well as the Ancient Sith Empire.
Master Zagreus, a human Jedi, was what passed for a 'Jedi Master' these days, was the leader of this artifact-hunting duo. He stood 6 feet tall with dark auburn hair and stubble, and the simple robes masked his own fit physique, built from years of adventure, and the ramshackle armour underneath. His blue eyes looked out the window at the dusty planet his small ship had landed upon, and the imposing mountains on the horizon. The only indication on this near-desolate waste that a Sith had once ruled here was the crumbled remains of a statue, sheltered from the desert winds by an alcove it had collapsed into.
He hiked himself and his Padawan, their gear in tow with a trusty little droid, to examine the statue closer. The desert breeze was unwelcome, and his face squinted as he looked at the crumbled rock before them. "That's the likeness of Darth Xivron alright... but I don't see any entrance. A Master of the mental plane... he doesn't appear as imposing as the great warriors, does he?" Master Zagreus mused as he stroked his chin, his hood sheltering him from the worst of the dust, "Be on your guard, Padawan. The sense of this place is quite unlike anything I have felt before. What do you think?"
The First Order's reign of terror over the galaxy had crumbled a scant few years ago; it's war with the Resistance costly and destructive, despite the victory for the Light. The Galaxy was in the process of rebuilding itself as best as it could, and a cosmos of mystery and possibilities awaited those rearing to seize it. Palpatine had unearthed scores of Sith relics in his maddened effort to centralize all power under himself, the ancient Sith Empire had a reach greater than even his, with Dark-Side users of all races, colours and banners exerting their fractured will upon the nearest piece of unclaimed Galaxy.
While the Jedi where only a shadow of their former self, one Master and Padawan had dedicated themselves to hunting down and securing as many of these artifacts as they could - ones left over from the Empire and First order, as well as the Ancient Sith Empire.
Master Zagreus, a human Jedi, was what passed for a 'Jedi Master' these days, was the leader of this artifact-hunting duo. He stood 6 feet tall with dark auburn hair and stubble, and the simple robes masked his own fit physique, built from years of adventure, and the ramshackle armour underneath. His blue eyes looked out the window at the dusty planet his small ship had landed upon, and the imposing mountains on the horizon. The only indication on this near-desolate waste that a Sith had once ruled here was the crumbled remains of a statue, sheltered from the desert winds by an alcove it had collapsed into.
He hiked himself and his Padawan, their gear in tow with a trusty little droid, to examine the statue closer. The desert breeze was unwelcome, and his face squinted as he looked at the crumbled rock before them. "That's the likeness of Darth Xivron alright... but I don't see any entrance. A Master of the mental plane... he doesn't appear as imposing as the great warriors, does he?" Master Zagreus mused as he stroked his chin, his hood sheltering him from the worst of the dust, "Be on your guard, Padawan. The sense of this place is quite unlike anything I have felt before. What do you think?"