Softspoken
The galaxy was vast, and it held dark secrets. Some, more than others, were better left unfound. If Jace had his way, the secret he was looking for, would remain unfound. It would lie in the crypt in the bottom of that chasm on Rhand for all time, until the stone that surrounded it rotted away, and all the darkness within was buried beneath millions of years of soil, rock, and clay. But-
He was not going to get his wish. Rhand was a planet, but it felt alive. And not in the good way. Rhand was a planet of shadow, of lies, evil buried beneath. Every Empire, every evil thing in the galaxy, had tread on this planet in one way or another. Seeking, displaying, or providing aid to the dark side. The dark side in antiquity- malice given shape, given form, given purpose. All the way back to the ancient Rakatan Empire.
Prophets of the dark side, villains, Sith Lords- they all came here, seeking, harboring, conveying. They left behind evil, tainted the ground that they walked on. Prairies interspersed with deep chasms made for good temples and tucked away vaults. Vaults that were, for the most part, hidden, unknown. The Mandalorians- the ones that were friendly with the Sith, were not far away, and the Sith in the deep core lie in wait, lie far away enough to not care, but close enough to be a concern..
The Vaults hidden beneath this particular chasm were able to be located thanks to black market find after black-market find. Jace was only able to intercept one message, but if the location was out there in the underworld, it was only a matter of time before someone came looking. He was looking for a vault holding dozens and dozens of Taurannix Chapbooks, something he wished the Sith, or any other nefarious person really, would not get their hands on. He crouched, checking the map and conferring with the droid he brought with him.
Roughly 200 meters to go, then a 150 foot descent.
Easy-peezy. Provided, well, nothing else, or no one else, impeded his progress.
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