Public Ancient Endeavor

[Ravenous]

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Ravenous slithered across the dirt roads of Korriban his cloak collecting the red sand that lined the grounds of the ancient world. It had been almost a decade since he was last here, he had hoped to never walk its surface again but the Force had a strange way of bringing things full circle in its own twisted demented fashion. The whispers of life in this wretched world were eclipsed by the incessant cries of death emanating from countless tombs built to preserve the dark machinations of the Sith. He had once been a Sith, He had once been a Lord pushing the Empire he served forward. But towards what? Even now he wasn't sure, even now the question seemed to elude his knowledge no matter how paramount his power became.

Ravenous stopped his dark figure standing before a large Pyramid clads dressed in dark robes pouring in and out of it...The training academy. Through his metal mask, Ravenous stared at his clenched fist the leather glove and cybernetic fingers giving way to a pale hand...His own hand, it was as if he were glimpsing his own past...The sins that broke him here...Are the same sins that mold him today. He took a deep breath and walked into the temple his fear perpetually trying to break out of the mental cage he had built for it. For the first time in years, he was...Afraid, Afraid to enter the temple, afraid of the whispers of the past that awaited him there.

The Murr Talisman, famed for its power and feared for its ability to turn the living into Rakghouls. It was in one of these tombs and he was going to find it...Even if it cost him his sanity. He pressed on finding an archeologist's office. Ravenous pressed the button on the door but to no avail as the door remained shut.

Locked.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

So many years had passed before now, so many things had changed that Romeo could not remember his last steps on the orange surface on this accursed place. But there was a beckoning here, Romeo had learned to listen to the Force instead of trying to bend it to his will, to let the Force take him to where he was needed most. Whatever was here, Romeo did not understand quite yet why it had brought him. Old relics of ancient times were worthless these days, and the Sith had nothing to provide for him that he could not give himself.

The old academy stood before him, and while he stepped closer the ominous feeling fell upon him. However, he knew better, and brushed it to the side. The Dark Side did not control him any longer, the corruption had been removed, and now he was redeemed. The white cape wrapped around his body, hiding all but the mask of white that hid his face.

Now inside, Romeo could really feel what the SIth had done to this planet, the corruption they're being brought with them. Each one of their steps was a curse, rotting the ground they stepped on. In many years before the Sith Pureblood's own defile of the Force, Romeo bet Korriban was a beautiful place, thriving with life and color. Now it was just grim orange. But at last, Romeo found another, a dark figure before him attempting to open the door to the a archaeologist room.

"I doubt you will find what you are looking for in there." Romeo spoke.

The Master of the Dark Side already assumed this man had probably felt his own presence coming. Whether this would turn into a fight or an alliance was to be seen.

Ravenous

 

[Darth Vocat]

Ravenous The Red of Sinner

The White Current was a pathway to never being noticed or recognized. Here and now, for once, Vocat had no need for a disguise. She was just one Sith among many. All the Current did was make her face and species a little difficult to remember.

Korriban's air reminded her unpleasantly of Tash-Taral, but she could endure. She slugged water from a canteen and desperately wanted to splash it over her cranial tentacles, but this was not a place to show weakness of any kind. This was an old Sith academy, half ruins, in the shadow of the Empire's grand edifices. Sith of all descriptions came here to meditate, backstab, set off exploring.

She turned a corner and found two idiosyncratic men, presumably Sith, confronting each other over door access. What was behind the door was anyone's guess, but it didn't matter at this stage.

"Everything alright here?" she said blandly.

 

[Ravenous]

Ravenous spun to his left glancing over the dark figure that beckoned his attention. His armor-clad and white cape was something of note but nearly as perplexing as his presence in the Force. It was wild, conflicted and taxing to try and read...Eerily similar to his own.

"What makes you so sure I won't find what I'm looking for in here?"

Ravenous nonchalantly reached for his left hip and unclipped a crossguard saber its indigo blade piercing a hole in the door controls. As he door slid open a lady of the Nautolan species emerged from behind the corner adjacent to himself. Her serpent-like tentacles admittedly catching him off guard. Ravenous could feel her dark spirit flowed around her its whispers filled with power. Still, her aura was easily eclipsed by the tombs outside.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about me. I am perfectly fine."

Ravenous paying no more mind towards the two stepped inside the archeologist's room the pungent smell of the tombs violating Ravenous' nostrils. It was of no consequence as e would not have to be in here very long anyhow. The office was filled to the brim with dust-covered storage containers and empty display cases. Not a very successful archeologist he thought to himself, If he couldn't produce results then he wouldn't last very long in the Sith order. Still, it was time to focus on the task at hand, finding this man's datapad.

The Red of Sinner

Darth Vocat ​

 

[Darth Vocat]

Ravenous The Red of Sinner
If Vocat had possessed eyebrows, they would have ascended her forehead like a ship clawing for orbit. The man who'd just let himself into the disused office looked her age or less. Her hand rested on the hilt of a dagger at her belt.

"Pretty little head, you say."

He was looking for something, that much was clear. A subtle touch of illusion made some of the dim room's dusty storage compartments and drawers look like things worth ignoring: chairs, dead planters, and so forth. A little frustration, a little obstacle to whatever this human coprolite was doing.