Welcome Home [Deonis]

[Deonis Harik]

A large cloaked figure moved through the barren landscape. Red dust whipped up through the air and red dirt crunched under metal booted feet. The sun beat down fiercely with a powerful heat but the figure didn't seem perturbed by it, it was like they were in their natural habitat. The figure crested a hill and looked down at an old map, a shopkeep a few systems away claimed it marked ancient sites on the planet. As the figure looked back up the wind blew back the hood of the cloak revealing a helmeted being, a cold black visor scanned the area looking for the markings the map said should be near by. 

[Meiyokashi]

Moraband was a harsh and vicious world, one torn asunder by the Sith of eld. Of the Sith from which Deonis himself holds ancestry with. Here, the many tombs of the dark-lords lay in wait but so do the many vicious dangers of this planet. A place of primal predators of such danger that to arrive here was never unbloodied. However, to his surprise as the ship which brought him here touched down they just barely managed to duck down to the ground in time to escape notice of a passing patrol of tie-fighters, their cries racing over the dunes.

Even now as he stands looking over one of the ancient sites which drew his eye, another pair race overhead. The red sands coating him and his armor hiding him from their sight as they scream past. From his old understanding, either something has happened or they just recently arrived. There was only one way to be certain of either and that was to come face to face with it, but that was not his goal today. Walking down through the sands he was inspire onward to a site of an unnamed dark lord of the Sith one who legends speak of for their great powers in the Sith arts.

Before him was the large stone structure, the door that could fit a legion, lay open before him and the first few layers of sand to cross inside over the millennia dash across the internal floors. Within.. darkness, of light and the within the Force.

[Deonis Harik]

He had been immersed in the Force too long to believe in true coincidence. If the TIEs were not stationed here full time then they know something is up. The question still remains why they would be here full time anyway.

He pondered these things while he approached the open doors to the tomb. Looking inside he felt a faint sense of trepidation at entering the place that radiated such darkness. He took a deep breath and steeled himself. Metal crunched on stone as he strode through the doors. He pulled out a small light source to help illuminate his immediate surroundings once he was inside.

[Meiyokashi]

Walking through the great hall entrance he felt the temperature, the heat from outside drop significantly. Within here it was first cold, and then unnaturally cold, as the corruption in the force emanating from this place wasn't just strong it was active. Eventually he would come to a door that felt like the way forward. Knowing not how to open it at first it was like the door suggested to him the path forward, to channel the control over the force he had and move it through the door. When he did so it opened to a long hallway with lit torches. Half-way down there was a stormtrooper who looks up at him from the floor. Hand raised before the glove fell down.

[Deonis Harik]

Deonis walks forward carefully hand on his saber. Stormtroopers in here? A trick? The door was closed and opened with the Force, can't be many who would wander by that could do that.

He approached the trooper slowly keeping his senses open to his surroundings.

[Meiyokashi]

For now.. he only senses the heavy weight of the corruption in the force. As he approaches the trooper, any attempts to check if he lives prove otherwise. Scorch marks present, the smell of burnt flesh underneath, he is certain it is better to leave the body to lie than investigate further at the moment. For the sake of his own stomach.

[Deonis Harik]

Now he unclips his saber he had a considerable constitution when it came to carnage but with Wounds like that the trooper was already dead or there was nothing Deonis could do for him.

He continued down the hallway keeping his eyes sharp as he moved forward cautiously.

[Meiyokashi]

Walking down the long hall, torches burning on either side, Deonis crossed through threshold after threshold. Like a thousand old locks lay open to bare their secrets toward the world. Turning the corner to the last, it was wide open and at the center a sarcophagus lay at the central pillar. A figure cloaked standing before it with hand outstretched, to their side he could recognize the armor, an Inquisitor. This inquisitor, held aloft by the individual stood by the sarcophagus was clutching desperately at their necks. Legs kicking helplessly out into the air they attempted to muster what strength to break free of the hold but slowly their energy and spark or life was diminishing.

All around him he could see the bodies of a full patrol of stormtroopers, a basic support unit for the inquisitor, laid to waste with black scorch-marks present all across their armor where the arcane lightening struck through them. Thick in the air was the smell of burned flesh.

"Much more than a maybe..." she speaks, a small laugh as she continues to focus on some other task in front of herself.

[Deonis Harik]

His eyes narrowed and he walked a bit more upright but still his saber was in his hand as he walked toward the figure "Do you have to kill them?" He asked indicating the inquisitor held aloft by their throat. His tone was more exasperated and cautious than demanding or distressed.

[???]

As he steps closer he can see her other hand is doing something complicated, working with someone in the back wall that wasn't immediately visible to Deonis but she focused on it precisely. "Should I let them go?" she asks, not turning her head. While the inquisitor screams in agony as her hand twists just enough to cause pain rather than suffocation.

[Deonis Harik]

"If you're going to do it no need to make it slow. I'd offer mercy but if i had to kill them I'd make it quick." he responded sounding vaguely annoyed "What are you doing here?"

[???]

With a shift in her hand the inquisitor came down before Deonis, held and bound by the force. Forcing his hands to the ground just in front of his knees. Head held out and low, it was the perfect opportunity for a clean cut, "I had been working on making it quick enough... but, be my guest," she said, with a dry and uncaring tone. Focusing more of her energy on something in the back Deonis hear a click, the shifting of stone opening up in the darkness ahead of him.

Pulling from that darkness a small triangular object floats out, it beats with a pulsing read. Holding it out in front of herself, over the tomb she lets it hand there in the air.

"Should I not ask you that question? After all- this was ever my home more than yours. I have every right to this place."

[Deonis Harik]

"This is the home of my people is it not?" he asked stepping toward her "I came here to learn about them. To see where I came from. For answers." he said feeling it easier to explain himself than to argue with her about it "Now what of you? What is that." he nodded toward the thing that emerged from the wall.

[???]

"Have you ever witness a holocron before?" she says, looking to him as she then guides the thing into her hands. Resting it there, looking to it with softer eyes than he'd reasonably be able to expect from her.

"I would not expect you to. Especially one such as this... ancient dark knowledge is often contained within these," she says, a small smile as she regards the thing. A triangular obelisk of metal with a red faint glow in her hand.

"It was the Jedi... Jedi decided to store their knowledge through mentors. An technique which captured the essence of a master so that they could live on and offer their guidance eternal. A way around their deaths perhaps.." she smiles wrly, that edge returning to it. "Sith were not often so... sentimental."

[Deonis Harik]

"I thought you were a font of ancient knowledge?" he asked with a raise of an eyebrow ridge "What use do you have for stored knowledge from your time?" he said remembering some of what Tyllia told him of the spirit and how old and ancient it was "Or are you looking to remember things you forgot during your imprisonment?" he further asked remembering the other things he knew about the spirit.

[???]

"Do you merely attempt to irk me with such an array of query, Deonis?" she says, her expression growing dark as she looks to him. Holding the holocron carefully in her hand, looking to the Inquisitor yet held still. Raising her hand she curls her fingers into a vice like grip and the being starts to gasp and panick for air- and then he was dead, finally. "I'd nearly forgotten that one..." she smiles, shaking her head.

Focusing back on Deonis, "Where were we.. ah, yes. I do not believe that would be wise..."

[Deonis Harik]

He frowns to the dead inquisitor. Shame. And returns his attention to her "Merely seeking the truth of things. Didn't mean to be irksome." His tone wasn't overflowing with remorse.

"So what is in that holocron?" He asks returning to his initial point.

[???]

"A power which has been lost to this galaxy for far too long... one which will never return," she speaks solemnly. Looking to the holocron like it held something precious, or dangerous. Careful care in her grasp of it she cradles it in her arms like one might a child as she looks back to Deonis.

"What have you come here hoping to find Deonis? This is not a place- no matter one's ancestry, you come without purpose. Perhaps you merely missed me?" she smiles wryly, shaking her head. "But perhaps there is something.. more."

[Deonis Harik]

"As I said. I came for answers." He looked at her flatly. The talk of the holocron was intriguing but if it was something she wanted there was likely nothing he could do to stop it. "It seems the Force has decided our fates to intertwine."

[???]

"You know- what answers you seek may very well lie within my own mind, hmm?" she says, regarding him with an appraising glance like one might regard a tool before purchasing it. Checking the quality is right, that it will perform, it was a look that was not reserved for inanimate objects across the galaxies histories but it was never a positive when applied to a being. A declaration, in some subtle and unthinking way, of the extreme nature of a power imbalance between two individuals.

"I could grant you the answers you seek, if you were more.. clear, about your intentions," she suggests.