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A Dark Bidding
⚠ THREAD WARNING ⚠ Open thread • Anyone may join • Violence permitted • No ships, fleets, NPCs, NPC swarms, or droid /undead armies
Invitation came from the first whispers that moved through locked collector boards, black-market relay chains, slicer nests, antiquarian circles, and the sort of private channels where dangerous things were never named plainly.⚠ THREAD WARNING ⚠ Open thread • Anyone may join • Violence permitted • No ships, fleets, NPCs, NPC swarms, or droid /undead armies
Encrypted underworld boards, and private correspondence stripped of origin were the entry. The message was brief each time it surfaced, as though whoever sent it understood that the less said, the more certain kinds of people would come.
A private auction with open attendance. Serious bidders only. Relics of an uncommon age and questionable grace and origin would be offered.
By the time it reached the wider fringe, the details had already started to warp around it. Sith treasures, Jedi contraband, cursed stones, dead men's masks, keys to places better left unopened. Every retelling and rumor added a little more.
The chosen site sat on Socorro: an abandoned open-air caravan court cut from pale stone and left to the desert years ago. No one local cared much who gathered there after dark. The court was broad, exposed, and easy to approach on foot, ringed by weathered pillars and hanging lanterns that painted the sand in bruised gold. A low platform had been raised for the sale. Long tables stood behind it beneath shrouds of dark cloth.
Whatever was being offered that night, it was no longer a secret. Three pieces in particular had already begun to circulate through the whisper-network and now stood as the evening's foremost prize.
The first was an anomalous blade spoken of only as a Nightsaber, a thing without clear provenance, said in rumor to swallow light, drink in the dark, and answer strangely to those who laid hand upon it. The second was a Soulsaber, infamous in older accounts as a dark-side weapon bound up with corruption, draining force, and harm that bit deeper than flesh.
The third was a Sith Runestone, whispered to carry the sort of influence that did not break a room by violence first, but by turning those within it against one another. They were not the whole of the sale, only the names sharp enough to spread ahead of it. The rest remained veiled. Only the bidding remained.
