Private A Forgotten Ruin

[Vyse de Valorous]

Ord Radama was a world rich in history. Battles through the ages fought on this planet, but what matters most today was the fact it was invaded both by Neo Crusaders and the Sith of old. The world regained by the latest Mandalorian Empire, some modern followers of Mandalore sought out the world to see relics from the battles of old. Rumors persisting of an old battle site, spread by drink or truth none had been able to confirm.

The Sith invasions however left their mark in the form of the Temple of Magnus, named after the Sith Lord. Many had taken the world since in the endless wars of time. However, Temples hold the chance for artifacts that the sith horde and hide. This is what brought the Knight Vyse to the world, having made many expaditions for such items of power.

The temple had become home to a group of aspiring sith, seeking out whatever the temple or it's servants may hold. Suspecting that if there was such power to be had, they would go to any lengths to take it. Buy It was likely they would either be close to a discovery, or to begin to lose their patience and sqeeze the non existat infomation out of anyone who may know.

He intended to prevent both outcomes. After landing on the world and checking in with local officals he had set off to a section of ruined city some what near the temple where it was last reported they were. Ruined spots were also poplar searching points for the fabled battle ruins of the Neo Crusaders. Fights were already breaking out between the Sith and Mando explorers and the officals were happy to see them gone.

He took a speed bike to the area, parking it a distance away before walking to the blacken ruins. Overgrowth had taken it, no lights worked, and the extent of the urban envorment made it had to see when in the shadow of the buildings. The blacken skys only worsing such, with the breeze of a harsh rain soon to come.

Taiia Mataan

 

[Taiia Mataan]

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[Seris Mataan]

White boots touched down lightly against broken duracrete as Seris stepped from the edge of a fractured overpass, the faint hiss of her armor’s seals adjusting to the coming rain barely audible beneath the wind.

Her white beskar caught what little light bled through the blackened sky, a pale silhouette against ruin and overgrowth. The long red ponytail that spilled from the back of her helmetless head shifted in the breeze, vivid against the storm-dark world. At her hip, the lightsaber rested quiet. Not drawn. Not yet.

Half Eldorai. Half Mandalorian. She carried both like armor. She had watched him arrive. Watched him park the speeder at a distance that suggested caution rather than arrogance. Watched him approach the ruins with purpose instead of curiosity. That alone kept her blade unlit.

From the shadow of a collapsed archway, her voice carried across the empty street, steady and clear.

“You’re not one of the scavengers.”

She stepped forward into what little open space the ruined corridor allowed, boots crunching softly against glass and stone. Her white beskar stood in stark contrast to the blackened walls, almost luminous in the gloom.

Green eyes settled on him, assessing. Measuring. Her hand rested on her hip, conveniently right next to her lightsaber, the green cloak she wore fell down her back.

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[Vyse de Valorous]

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Vyse focus locked in at who addressed him. Hand instinctively on the hilt of his blade at his hip. Looking her over, he had a strong instant sense of familiarity he couldn't quite pin. Instead he smirked like her question was a funny joke.

"Oh no, I am not one of them. In fact they are the main reason I am here."

He looked around, making sure this was not the start of some ambush.

"Such desperation rarely brings out the best in people. But that raises the question what brings you here? Seeing as you're dressed as a proper Madalorian, I do not think you are some dark side adapt. Though it does not rule it out."

He said with a joking smile. Internally trying to rack his brain why he feels like he knows this person.

Seris Mataan

 

[Seris Mataan]

Seris watched him carefully as he spoke, her green eyes steady beneath the dim light filtering through the broken skyline of Ord Radama’s ruined district. The wind stirred the creeping overgrowth along the shattered street, leaves brushing softly against duracrete and rusted metal while distant thunder rolled somewhere beyond the black clouds gathering above the temple.

When his hand moved toward the hilt of his blade, Seris did not mirror the gesture. Her posture remained relaxed, though the white beskar she wore made it clear that the calm was not born from carelessness. The brilliant white lightsaber at her hip rested untouched, its presence obvious but not offered as a threat.

The faintest hint of amusement touched her expression at his remark.

“That much we agree on,” she said, glancing briefly toward the direction of the temple before returning her attention to him. “Desperation tends to make people loud. Reckless, too.”

Her gaze shifted across the ruined street as though confirming for herself that the Sith he had mentioned were not about to spill out of the surrounding shadows. The place had the feeling of a battlefield waiting to happen—too quiet for something that had recently drawn so much attention.

When he asked what brought her here, Seris looked back at him fully.

“You’re right about one thing,” she replied evenly. “I’m not one of them.”

Her hand rested lightly on the edge of a broken stone pillar beside her as she studied him for a moment longer, clearly taking the same measure he was attempting of her.

“I heard the same rumors everyone else did. Sith digging through the ruins, looking for something inside the Temple of Magnus.” Her voice carried the tone of someone who had followed the trail rather than stumbled into it. “That tends to attract the wrong kind of attention.”

The corner of her mouth lifted faintly.

“And the right kind, if you’re trying to stop them.”

She straightened slightly from the pillar, the pale armor catching a brief flash of lightning far off beyond the ruined skyline.

“As for the Mandalorian armor,” she added, her tone calm but direct, “I wear it because I earned it.”

Her eyes returned to him with quiet curiosity.

“So now we’re back to you.”

Seris tilted her head slightly, studying him with the same careful attention he had given her.

“If the Sith are the reason you came… what exactly are you planning to do about them?”

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