Zmej Ren
100% Imperial
[SIZE=10pt]Ilum would never fully reveal all of its mysteries. While a well-known place for the Jedi who partook in their traditional rite of passage on Ilum, most of the planet continued to slumber, entombed in ice and buried deep underground, a howling wasteland covered in frozen tundra and inhospitable, hostile climate. Nobody would ever completely unearth every single treasure sleeping on the legendary planet, and though many have tried and would undoubtedly continue trying, it was a quest doomed to fail. No amount of riches and lives spent on Ilum stood a chance at melting the world’s ice cold heart. Fortunately for the First Order, its loyal defender lacked the aspirations or insanity to follow in the long-lost footsteps of madmen, her sight set on a much smaller prize. Indeed; Zmej Ren’s ambition truly was nothing more than seizing a few of the famed kyber crystals for her lightsaber, determined to construct a weapon to inspire fear and hope alike in the hearts of men – it truly depended on whether they embraced the First Order or not.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Tall and unyielding walls of ice greeted her vessel shortly after nightfall. Landing the ship proved challenging enough – aside from the powerful gusts of wind toying with their new plaything, the light freighter lacked many military-grade modifications, picked by the Ren solely for its complete lack of connection to the First Order. When its heavy, sharp shaped form finally touched the ground, a cloud of white rose, swirling around the ship’s metal sheets and melting when it connected with its shields. Soon after, a humanoid figure clad in dark and wearing a mask marched down the ramp and let it close behind her before drawing in the frigid air deeply. Ilum’s touch was deadly, but had a way of carving men and women out of children. Zmej did not underestimate the elements though, arriving in cold weather gear, equipped with numerous tools necessary for surviving the trials ahead. She came alone, too. No backup, no message to inform her allies and superiors. This was something she had to do on her own, without any support or outside interference. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Her only weapon was the silver cylinder of a lightsaber, a trophy taken from her Jedi opponent. For a moment, she came to ponder if its crystal came from this very place, the holy sanctuary she intended to desecrate by her dark presence. Would the site defend itself?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]No worries or fears poisoned her thoughts, denied that chance upon crashing against the young woman’s devotion to success.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]If the meek Jedi and their youth could pass the cave trials unscathed, so could she, a trained practitioner of arts far beyond the dogmatic views of the Jedi. Without a single pious thought swirling through her mind, the Ren set off, boots crunching snow underneath and pushing through the snowdrift standing between her and the cave entrance. Its black maw did not want her to enter, subtly warning her from slipping in without invitation, a tiny voice reaching out to her through the Force. It did not stop her relentless march driven by lust for power that hid within these small, yet valuable crystals clustered somewhere inside. When she launched herself into the large cavern system, a black spider crawling across pristine white walls, Zmej disappeared in the labyrinth of endless tunnels and branching paths. A strange, confusing journey awaited her, as if the Force itself desired to spin the dark side practitioner in circles and lead her astray. [/SIZE]
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