Ghost of Red Spayde
Location: Planet Sarrish – Uncharted Outer Rim Jungle World
The Voidcutter descends like a knife through the atmosphere. Its black hull cuts through the stormclouds, gliding above miles of glowing, bioluminescent jungle and ash-black mountain ranges. Lightning cracks across the sky in arcs of violet and green.
THE VOIDCUTTER – COCKPIT
ARCUBIS KORNELIUS sits forward in the pilot's seat, red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the control console. A rain-slicked hood shadows most of his face. His gloved fingers twitch—subconscious reflexes, hungry with anticipation.
Behind him, one of his Arach P-1 droids scuttles to life, relaying scans of underground Force anomalies: carbon-rich minerals, faint signatures of Sith alchemy… buried beneath the jungle's crust like veins of rot.
ARCUBIS (muttering to himself)
We're close. You're here somewhere…
Your voice still echoes, even if your body is ash.
The ship sets down at the edge of a steaming, obsidian canyon, where magma veins pulse beneath the cracked soil. The rain is constant. Violent. Acid-tinged.
CANYON RIDGE – NIGHT
Arcubis steps from his ship, cloak already soaked and trailing in the wind. His boots crunch black glass and fossilized root systems. He kneels, brushing his mechanical pinky against the soil—feeling it hum with Force disturbance.
ARCUBIS (softly)
This is where she came. Zori… what were you hiding?
Behind him, several Arach droids fan out, legs clicking. Scanning. Probing.
He begins the ritual excavation, using a hooked Sith carving tool to dig at a sulfur-stained cluster of minerals—blackened crystal shards that still pulse with residual memory. As his hand touches the core, his eyes flutter. A vision ripples behind them.
The Voidcutter descends like a knife through the atmosphere. Its black hull cuts through the stormclouds, gliding above miles of glowing, bioluminescent jungle and ash-black mountain ranges. Lightning cracks across the sky in arcs of violet and green.
THE VOIDCUTTER – COCKPIT
ARCUBIS KORNELIUS sits forward in the pilot's seat, red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the control console. A rain-slicked hood shadows most of his face. His gloved fingers twitch—subconscious reflexes, hungry with anticipation.
Behind him, one of his Arach P-1 droids scuttles to life, relaying scans of underground Force anomalies: carbon-rich minerals, faint signatures of Sith alchemy… buried beneath the jungle's crust like veins of rot.
ARCUBIS (muttering to himself)
We're close. You're here somewhere…
Your voice still echoes, even if your body is ash.
The ship sets down at the edge of a steaming, obsidian canyon, where magma veins pulse beneath the cracked soil. The rain is constant. Violent. Acid-tinged.
CANYON RIDGE – NIGHT
Arcubis steps from his ship, cloak already soaked and trailing in the wind. His boots crunch black glass and fossilized root systems. He kneels, brushing his mechanical pinky against the soil—feeling it hum with Force disturbance.
ARCUBIS (softly)
This is where she came. Zori… what were you hiding?
Behind him, several Arach droids fan out, legs clicking. Scanning. Probing.
He begins the ritual excavation, using a hooked Sith carving tool to dig at a sulfur-stained cluster of minerals—blackened crystal shards that still pulse with residual memory. As his hand touches the core, his eyes flutter. A vision ripples behind them.